Jack's body lunged into her, his cock driving deeper and deeper. He smiled as he stared down at her lust-besotted face.
She gazed lovingly up at her friend and lover. She never got tired of the way he fucked her.
She felt her juices well up and flow over his large, hot cock as he hammered in and out of her quivering quim. Her orgasm rumbled in the depths of her womanhood, as Jack's cock pistoned in and out of her, hotly, demandingly.
Ann gasped, and felt her body tense with delicious pre-orgasmic quivers of bliss.
Jack pulled out of her.
Ann gasped, her eyes wide, her body still trembling on the brink.
"Jack! Why...?"
"I have a surprise for you," he said, smiling down at her.
Ann squirmed.
"I don't want a surprise! I want to come!"
"Oh, you will my darling, you will."
The door to the bedroom opened slowly, and Ann gasped at the vision of loveliness who stood there, enticing her, absorbing her senses.
"We haven't tried everything yet, Ann. I thought it was time."
Ann's pussy became a gushing river of desire.
"Oh, yes, Jack, yes!" she gasped, as the erotic vision approached.
Ann couldn't wait!
CHAPTER ONE
Jack was teasing Ann.
She moaned and rolled over on top of his supine body. They had been making love for a long time, and each time they came together seemed to whet their appetites for more.
She kissed Jack squarely on his full, moist mouth, tonguing him deeply. Jack sucked on her tongue and Ann felt a sharp shard of pleasure course searingly through her ardent body.
She ran her full moist lips over his, while her slender fingers toyed with his ears.
Jack moaned, wanting to respond.
But he was teasing, and in the teasing, the sweet frustration of holding back, lay half the pleasure.
Ann was a good woman to have in bed.
He continued to take a passive role, while Ann's ardor became more intense, inflaming him further.
He wanted her to do the work, at least at first. He loved it when she displayed her longing for him, and she did it readily.
"Jack!" she gasped, panting.
"It's your turn to fuck me," he said, his voice husky with desire.
Ann moaned.
Still flicking her soft tongue eagerly in and out of his mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue, running her tongue along the roof of his mouth, she climbed on top of him, her long, slim body covering his, pressing his throbbing, lust-ridden body into the sweat-moist, and come-covered mattress.
Her toes stiffened, and curled up, reflecting her heat, and her legs rubbed against his ardently, as her desperation rose.
For Ann it was also a sweet frustration, which made the inevitable outcome even more enticing.
She spread his legs apart, prying one leg between his, and pushing them wide. Then she started to press her glistening cunt against his throbbing, fully erect cock. She pressed down harder and harder, and Jack moaned as he felt her cunt cream pouring out of her tingly quivering hole, moistening his massive fuck shaft.
Her tongue got wetter and wetter, and their saliva mixed, as they continued to kiss each other.
Jack could have got lost in her mouth, it was so sweet and soft and hot.
"Oh, Jack, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so badly I can't wait. I want it now."
Jack felt a surge of lusty blood further engorge his massive cock.
"I'm dead," he said, laughing low in his throat.
Ann moaned, and lowered her head down to his cock, her body squirming on his sensuously.
She took the base of it in her hand, and then opened her mouth and swallowed the bulbous, drooling head of it. She thrust downward eagerly, until his cock head was pressed against the entrance to her throat.
She started to bob up and down on his thick, throbbing shaft. She moaned just before she plugged her throat, by plunging downward on his raging shaft, and Jack felt the vibrations of her moan ripple through his body.
He broke out into goose bumps!
Jack was very hard, and his cock throbbed dangerously.
Ann had always admired his love-making. He could hold out for what seemed like forever before he came.
Ann's throat was rapidly accommodating the stiff intruder which she had captured in her mouth.
She slid up and down on his dick, wetting it thoroughly, savoring the hot hard feel of it in her mouth. She fondled his thighs with her free hand, and felt her lust build and build, felt the frustration rise in her to an almost unbearable pitch.
Jack, in spite of his determination to resist her soft sweet mouth, found himself bucking upward, fucking her mouth, driving his dork deeply into her sweet, rippling throat.
Ann's speed increased. A thin trickle of saliva flowed out of the comer of her overstuffed mouth as she bobbed up and down on Jack's cock. His dick gleamed like a fleshy jewel, when her mouth pulled off the cock, leaving only his bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock head locked in her hot oral cavity.
She squeezed the base of his cock, and pinched it lightly with her thumb and forefinger. Jack grunted, enjoying the slight edge of pain, which Ann inflicted. It added an erotic counterpoint to the lust in which he was wallowing.
Then she reached under to play with his balls. She hefted their hairy, heavy weight in the palm of her loving hand, and then squeezed them together, feeling the nuts encased in the wrinkled flesh.
Ann's hands were extremely skilled, and she gave his balls, as she fondled them, almost as much pleasure as her mouth and wildly lashing tongue were giving his dick.
Jack was coming dangerously close to climax. He could feel the lusty blood pounding in his cock. His balls swelled with their frothing weight of man juice. But Ann wanted him to hold off.
Now it was her turn to tease him. She enjoyed the hot tremor which coursed through his body, enjoyed his almost anguished moans, as his hips writhed up and down driving his cock deeply into her mouth.
Ann's cunt was on fire. She enjoyed the delicious pre-orgasmic tension which built in her fiery cunt. She knew the fucking was inevitable, and she could enjoy waiting for it, could enjoy the hot itch which built in intensity in her drooling cuntal walls. Jack's humping motions became more and more violent. Warned, knowing that was a sign that he was going to come any minute, she removed her hand from his cock, released some of the pre-orgasmic pressure which was driving Jack crazy.
She removed her mouth from Jack's raging cock, and smacked her lips. She licked a few drops of his pre-come from her lips.
"Ohh, baby, please!" Jack gasped, his voice strangled in his passion-constricted throat.
She smiled at him, and with lewd intent, licked her lips lavishly until they gleamed with her saliva.
Jack's chest heaved with his labored breathing. His hips bucked upward, his cock bobbing lewdly with his motions. Ann loved to look at his cock.
He had a handsome cock, big, and well shaped, and powerful. He could fuck her for what seemed to Ann to be an eternity, and on weekends, they usually did fuck each other, until they were both sore from the constant friction of genitals rubbing against genitals.
Again she opened her mouth and enclosed his cock head in her hot oral cavity, savoring the taste of his manhood, the ripe clean odor of his masculinity, which rose in waves of heat from his groin.
"Ahh!" Jack gasped.
His creamy come oozed into her mouth, a white river of incredible pleasure for the eager young cock-sucker. She swallowed it furiously, as Jack's hips went wild. She felt his cock thrust deeply into her throat as he spewed his heavy load of man juice into her.
She drank noisily of his scum, her throat rippling wildly around the pistoning head of his cock as it pried deeply into the velvet interior of her throat.
Ann moaned as she felt wave after wave of it flow into her mouth.
She loved drinking Jack's come. It only fed her lust, inflamed her loins more.
Jack was still coming, but now his humping was less furious.
Ann had a surprise for him.
She took her index finger, and thrust it into her own cunt which was gooey with her juices of lust, and then pried it between his tight ass cheeks.
She thrust her finger into his asshole, prying into the tight puckered brown ring of his rectum.
"Argh!" Jack growled. He bucked like a bronco, shouting out in the hot ecstasy which Ann's finger was giving him. Ann felt his cock throb to greater size in her mouth, and felt another thick wave of his scum pour down her skillful throat.
She kept sucking his cock, until she had sucked every ounce of his gism out of his balls. Then she licked his shaft, and removed her mouth from his gleaming cock.
She curled up beside him, and put the palm of her soft hand over his heart, feeling the powerful throbbing ease up.
"Now it's your turn, Ann. Are you ready?" Jack said, his voice husky.
"I'm always ready," she answered lustily, feeling a chill of pleasure fill her.
Jack's mouth came down on her tits, first one and then the other. Ann's tits were large and firm, and stood on her chest like ripe melons. They were her pride and joy, and her consciousness of their beauty, the admiration of them by men like Jack made them extra sensitive to stimulation.
Jack's tongue began to swirl around and around on her nipple. Then he bit it just hard enough for Ann to grunt. She arched her chest up, feeling the puckered nipple send thrilling flashes of pleasure through her body.
He bit again. While he mouthed one breast, he kept the other warm with his hand by palming it, caressing it.
Ann felt her nipple pucker under his palm. The upper part of her body undulated like a belly dancer's, as she strove to gain maximum pleasure from Jack's skillful mouth and hand.
His tongue and his mouth were doing their work well. Ann's body heaved wildly as she felt the heat build in her insatiable snatch.
"Oh, Jack, I love it, love it. Oh, Jack, your mouth... " Jack moaned against her tit, and the vibration of his moan seemed to shoot down to her toes. They curled under.
Jack's tongue moved sensuously along the crack of her tit, where it rose from her chest. He circled the luscious fleshy mound, and then went back to the nipple, the jewel, the crown of her beautiful tit.
His tongue made a wet trail across the fleshy valley between her tit-mounds, and he swooped down on her other tit, wetting it thoroughly with his tongue. He sucked on the soft white spongy flesh, making little marks that soon faded. But the pleasure of the sensation as Jack teased her tits did not fade soon.
"Swallow me, Jack, please swallow me," Ann begged, breathing heavily.
He didn't need to be told. His own hunger to taste her sweet pussy cream had built in him until he wanted to have his mouth plastered against her pink hungry meat.
For a brief moment more, he continued to stimulate her tingling, puckered nipple At this point it was so hard with desire that there was the slight piquant touch of pain in the pleasure, which added an erotic grace note to Ann's ever-growing passion.
She moaned loudly and her body writhed with more violence on the bed. She loved this frustration which had built in her almost more than fucking. Her hands moved over Jack's back, her long nails scraping his flesh, her body heaving in small convulsive waves which aroused Jack.
The more excited he got, the sexier his mouth got as it moved over her two breasts.
"Oh, this is good, oh, Jack, so good! Ahh!"
She felt the beginnings of an orgasm rippling in her cunt. She felt her pussy begin to suck, the muscles closing in on each other, contracting and then relaxing. Her pussy cream flowed lavishly from her quivering quim.
Jack and Ann had been lovers for three years, and their sex life, far from becoming an automatic, conventional thing, had become even more active as time passed and they become closer and closer friends.
Their favorite way of spending a weekend, was to hole up in their Manhattan apartment, fucking on every level surface in the house, from dining room table to bathroom floor.
They also loved to do it in the easy chairs in the attractively decorated apartment, and the thicker and plusher the chair, the better.
Ann would sit against the back, and spread her gorgeous legs on the arms, giving Jack a clear view of her wide-open and welcoming cunt.
He would lick her to his heart's content for a long, long time.
Or, he would tilt her back, and standing up, fuck her. In these positions, she was all cunt. Her thighs would be spread upward, parallel with the ceiling, and her legs, shaped like a dancer's and just as strong, would be split wide. He felt when he penetrated her like this that he was coming out through her throat.
In a way, this was one of Jack's favorite positions. The hot and horny Ann was frequently hard to control. In the bent over position in which he fucked her on the chair, he savored his sense of control over her, his mastery.
He would feel the tremor in her body, hear her squealing and mewling as she came violently, but his superior position, binding her to him, would keep her from thrashing around.
Jack moaned against her thoroughly wet tit, and then moved his hand down. He pried one long finger into her mushy muff, feeling the silky soft walls of her pussy clamp around the finger.
He twirled it around and around, and Ann's hips started to hump upward, driving his finger deeper into her hungry twat.
Jack removed one finger, and inserted two in her cunt.
Ann was beside herself. As her lust grew, her need for more and more rose with bizarre insistence in her. She loved to be used, loved to abandon herself to every form of sexuality she could.
"Fist fuck me, please? Fist fuck me!" she gasped.
Jack's cock, so recently sucked by Ann, started to throb and pulse, as lusty new blood engorged it.
He was as wild as Ann and as willing to go wild on her body, as willing to let her go wild with him.
He grunted, and removed his mouth from her breast.
He needed to concentrate on this activity. His heart pounded in his breast. Jack couldn't really say what it was that turned him on so much about fist-fucking Ann, but it always inflamed him until he had the fabled sexual capacity of a satyr.
And he wanted to watch his long, slender hand disappear in her wet, willing cunt. He loved looking at Ann's beautiful body, loved the expressions on her face when she became wild enough to need fist-fucking.
Her lovely face was contorted with wild pleasure now. Her eyes were lust bright, almost insane looking. Her tongue rolled around her passion-dry lips, as she writhed in anticipation of what Jack was about to do to her.
She spread her legs wide. Jack never ceased to marvel at the elasticity of her limbs, the eager way her body responded to his desires, the strength of her own sexuality.
Jack removed his two fingers, and then, folding his hand over as much as he could, he started to insert four. He went slowly, feeling the fire build in his own loins as he felt her pussy juices flowing around his fingers. He inserted his four fingers until they were knuckle deep in Ann's cunt.
His heart pounded heavily in his chest as he watched her tiny hole spread. To him it was always a miracle--the capacity of her cunt to endure the wildest fucking, or sexual intrusion.
He spread his fingers, and began to twirl them around against the velvety interior of her cunt.
He ran his fingers in and out of her now-sopping cunt. Her thick juices oozed out in abundance, flowing down her legs, and over his hand, and onto the bedsheets.
Jack watched the thick slimy pool spreading on the sheets beneath her quivering lovely ass cheeks.
Jack's fingers probed her inflamed walls, looking for the little sensitive crevices that would make her explode with heat. He found them frequently, and paused as Ann's body heaved with sudden, convulsive pleasure. Every square centimeter of her beautiful sexual orifice was hot and alive to the slightest touch.
Jack became more and more inflamed himself as he drove her to the edge of orgasm. She trembled on the brink, her body gleaming with her sex sweat.
Part of Jack's pleasure was the way Ann responded, obviously loving every minute of it, totally abandoned to the pleasures of the flesh, to their carnal explorations.
Finally, Jack realized, as he stretched her pussy walls a little more, it was time for him to insert his thumb.
He cupped his hand to make it smaller, and carefully slipped his thumb into her, widening her hole even more. The sensation Jack had at times like this, was that he could slip even his whole head into her cunt.
"Does it hurt, honey? I'll stop if it does," he said.
"No," she gasped. "Just keep doing it. Don't stop!"
Her arms reached up over her head, raising her lovely tits to prominence. She gripped the brass headboard, feeling her body going wild, almost beyond her rational control.
Jack slowly pushed his fist inside her hot wet snatch, watching it disappear. It was an almost awesome sight to Jack, his hand now buried up to the wrist in her eager, accommodating cunt.
"Oh, yesss!" Ann hissed. Her body heaved, and her knuckles became white as she gripped the brass headboard even tighter, as the passion mounted to an unbelievable pitch.
"Now?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her body trembled wildly, as Jack's fist started to pump in and out of her cunt, slowly at first. He felt her cuntal walls give way before the assault of his closed-up fist, as he pushed it in, and then pulled it out.
Her legs, driven by her wanton passion started to lash wildly in the air. Jack felt the strain in her cunt.
He caught at one of her ankles, and pushed it back so that her toes were pointed at the head of the bed. He did the same with the other flailing leg.
Ann caught the hint, and raised her legs upward more.
In any other position, her cunt would close in too tightly around Jack's fist, and take away some of the pleasure which coursed through her.
Jack felt her cuntal walls start to close in around his fist. He moved faster and faster.
Her pussy juices flowed lavishly, and her body humped and twitched insanely as she started to come.
Jack felt the rhythmic contractions in her womb, as she came violently. His fist moved carefully but with a demanding rhythm, designed to exact the last iota of pleasure from the woman.
Ann squealed. Her body gleamed with the sweat which gushed from her pores. Her tits jiggled, as her body trembled and convulsed in the throes of her orgasm. Jack's fist continued to pump in and out of Ann's cunt, until her body stiffened, her orgasm peaked, and then started to fade away.
Ann came violently. The soft after-spasms were prolonged.
Jack left his hand in her cunt, until it began to relax, and then he removed his hand. It was covered with her thick passionate juices.
He moved up over the bed, and took Ann in his arms again, to rest and wait for the next round.
Jack's cock was fully-erect. It throbbed between their pressed-together bellies, waiting for its own relief, and that relief was going to come in Ann's cunt. It would take her cunt a few minutes to become its regular size again, and Jack was willing to wait, to savor the closeness of Ann's warm, trembling body against his hot hungry one.
Ann sighed, and relaxed. Her pussy tingled with the hot flow of her juices, and she almost imagined that Jack's hand was still in her cunt, her stimulated pussy walls vibrated so much with excitement.
She curled up into Jack's arms and kissed him. Their tongues met, and wrestled wetly, passionately for a few moments.
Against her heaving belly, she felt Jack's cock throbbing, and knew that she would experience more sexual bliss. The very idea of it kept her pussy syrup flowing in thick floods from her gradually diminishing hole.
She could feel the pussy walls contracting inward. It was almost as if Jack's hand had left a vacuum in her cunt, and she ached to have her womanhood stuffed again, to feel her fuck tunnel pierced by Jack's raging, indefatigable cock.
She was beginning to recover from her previous ecstasy. It had been so wild, so beautiful, that it left her hot and hungry for more action.
Jack felt his balls swell with his liquid desire. He felt lost in a surrealistic world in which nothing mattered but Ann's cunt and his insatiable cock. He felt it throb painfully, as the lusty blood pulsed in it.
He wanted Ann. He could hardly wait. As he kissed her and caressed her, he felt his desire rise, until finally, Ann was squirming against his body again, and Frank knew she was ready.
He could feel her grinding her muff into his hairy groin.
"Jack, fuck me please!" she gasped against his mouth, her Ups barely moving against his lips.
Jack moaned and pushed Ann over onto her back again. The perfection of her body never ceased to amaze him, the creamy smoothness of her skin, those perfect breasts, with the nipples standing at hard attention, aroused almost painfully with pleasure.
Jack mounted her, positioning himself between her spread-out legs, and aiming his raging phallus at her hole which was tiny again, having shrunk back to its normal size.
He thrust his long shaft straight into her, his forceful motion giving vent to the intensity of his desire.
Ann gasped, and her knees bent upward. She braced her feet on the bed, and arched upward, driving her creaming muff into Jack's down-thrusting loins. Jack grunted as he felt his cock slithering deeply into her wet and wanting pussy.
He pumped slowly at first, savoring the heat, the liquid flow of her cunt. He felt her cuntal walls close in around his throbbing shaft, massaging it, as he plunged inward and then withdrew his cock until only his bulbous, drooling cock head was lodged in her tight eager snatch.
At moments like this, he wished that he could live his life with his cock engulfed in the warm wet nest of Ann's cunt.
Ann moaned, and threw her long legs around Jack's undulating waist. This action spread her pussy meat wide, and Jack gasped as his hairy groin made contact with the incredibly soft, swollen, wet pussy meat.
His balls slapped lewdly against her quivering ass cheeks, which were now covered with the pussy cream which seemed to flow endlessly from her cunt.
He felt his balls contract, felt a shiver of ecstasy run up and down his spine.
Ann's writhing motions became more and more frenzied, as Jack plunged into her again and again.
He felt his balls swell again, painfully. He felt the pressure build at the base of his spine. His body gleamed with sweat.
He knew he was going to come, but he held back, waited until the first convulsion in Ann's cunt told him that she was coming, too.
Then he willed his heaving balls to let loose with their load of scum.
Ann squealed and writhed wildly as her pussy began to convulse in rhythmic waves, which gripped at Jack's cock, sucking the scum right out of his balls.
She felt the first viscid shower of his hot man juice washing against the walls of her overheated pussy, and her orgasm rippled through her wildly. She felt as if she were being tossed on the crest of a wild, wet warm wave of ecstasy.
Her whole consciousness was riveted on her wildly convulsing cunt. Jack's cock spewed wad after wad of scum into her. It mixed thickly with her own honey and poured in slimy floods out of her pussy. The sheets beneath her writhing ass was soaked with the accumulation of their sexual indulgence.
Jack shot the last of his heavy liquid load into Ann's convulsing cunt, and collapsed heavily on her body, exhausted. Ann squirmed around some more on his cock, which still pulsed lewdly in her tight, twitching interior, and then she too collapsed, grateful for Jack's body pinning her to the mattress.
"I love fucking you, Ann," Jack said, kissing her appreciatively on the mouth.
"Mmm!" Ann moaned, stretching slightly, feeling her breasts flatten out beneath Jack's chest.
"Oh, Lord," she finally said, grinning and not believing a word of it, "we're awful! I wonder how many times we've had sex together."
"Does it matter?" Jack asked, laughing. When he laughed, his cock lurched in her cunt, giving Ann little shivers of bliss.
"When I was young, I thought it did. I used to keep records."
Jack's eyebrows raised, and a wicked leer appeared on his passion-flushed face.
"You wouldn't still have it, would you?" Ann looked at him with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Oh, I might have it somewhere."
"I'll have to look for it," Jack said.
Ann laughed.
"You're welcome to it if you can find it."
"I'll find it," Jack said. His cock was slowly dwindling in her cunt.
"Ohhh!" Ann moaned, as she felt him slip out of her. "I hate to stop."
"So do I," Jack said, pulling her body against his, and relaxing.
"I feel as if I'm your slave, your sex slave."
"That makes me yours, too," Jack said, tonguing her small, well-shaped ear.
"No, you're the master," Ann said, snuggling closer to his hot, wet body.
"If a master owns a slave, the bondage is dual," Jack said, almost sententiously. "There is a mutual need."
"Is that the meaning of the old adage 'It takes two to tango'?"
Jack laughed again.
"Go to sleep," he said.
"Yes, sir!" Ann said.
The room was soon quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic breathing of two people pleasantly fucked out.
CHAPTER TWO
The morning sunlight filtered through the drawn blinds of the bedroom.
The shafts of light created a golden vertical pattern across the shag rug, and traveled across the large bed.
The light covered the bed like prison bars, rippling on the tossed sheets, and the two lithe, naked bodies that sprawled in a tangled mass on the rumpled sheets.
The room was as warm as the sunlight seeping through the blinds. It was done in russet colors, the browns of the earth, with yellow and orange flashes of color that added brightness.
One of the figures on the bed stirred. Jack turned over onto his back, and disentangled one of his arms from the strong grasp which Ann had. He looked up at the ceiling.
Grunting, he sat up partially and reached for his cigarettes on the night table. He rummaged around sleepily for the cigarettes, extracted one from the pack, and then rummaged around again for a match.
He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, looking over at Ann's body.
She slept soundlessly, motionlessly. She was turned toward him, her hands flattened in a prayer-like position under her fine head.
A thumb was extended toward her mouth, as though she had been sucking on it. Once, Jack had awakened on a similar sunny Saturday morning, to find Ann sucking her thumb.
He stared at her body, following its line. She had a perfect figure. Her thighs were beautifully molded, and legs long and smooth and hard as ivory.
Jack smiled, and ran a tentative finger down the curve of her thigh, and tickled the sensitive flesh on the back of her knee. Ann stirred, and curled her legs up slightly, moaning in her sleep.
Jack loved her legs. They had a life of their own. They thrashed with the excitement he elicited from her. They could spread incredibly wide, and they were perfectly shaped. Her slender foot and ankle were perfection!
His gaze wandered up over her flat belly, to the incredible melon-shaped mounds of her tits. The nipples were still puckered.
He reached out and gently fingered one of the cherry-red little buttons which crowned her magnificent tit.
He finished his cigarette, and reached for his robe. He got out of the bed, almost reluctantly, but he was hungry.
He walked to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Before he reached for the soap, he smelled his hands. They were fragrant with Ann's juices. He loved the aroma. He always had and it always turned him on.
His fondness for the taste and smell of pussy juice was one reason why he was a superb cunt-lapper.
Ann, still sleeping, but lightly, felt Jack leave the bed, and she began to stir.
It usually took her at least half an hour to get out of bed, no matter how much sleep she got the night before. She was slow in the morning, whereas Jack could bounce out of bed as soon as his eyes opened.
She rolled over onto her stomach, and pushed the pillow under her head. Lazily she brought her hand down between her thighs. She winced. She was sore as hell.
Then she grinned. She had every reason to be sore, given the sexual excess in which she had indulged the night before. Even though her pussy was sore, it felt good. She closed her eyes, and relaxed on the bed, savoring the warmth of the sun-stripes on her back, the bright colors of the room, the disordered bed, the vague, suggestive aroma of sex which still hung like an aphrodisiac in the room.
She heard the shower go on, and listened to the soft hissing sound of the water.
Jack never ceased to amaze her. It didn't matter how insatiable she was, he was always equal to her demands.
Once she had asked him laughingly how he could do it. He had claimed he inherited his staying power from his father, and his grandfather.
"And your great-grandfather?" she had asked, teasingly.
"I can't find any record of my great-grandfather's sexual activities," Jack had said, smirking at her.
In the bathroom, under the shower, Jack was indulging in his own lazy, sexual mental life.
For some reason he was thinking of the first time he had ever discovered sex. His hand, soaping his cock and balls, moved a little faster. The motions became harder as he remembered.
When he was sixteen, he had been working as a delivery boy in a small neighborhood drugstore in the Bronx.
He had returned to the store from an unusually long delivery stint, during which he felt that he had criss-crossed half the borough on his bicycle. When he got back to the drugstore, hot and thirsty, with a Coke in his hand, he went to the cool basement, which was his usual hang-out when he was waiting for orders.
The room was lined with boxes of various shapes and sizes. To the young boy, it was fascinating being down there.
He was old enough to be somewhat savvy about sex, although he was still a virgin. One of his friends in school had displayed a condom to him one day, when he was regaling Jack with a story of how he had made it with a girl.
Jack's naive question had been to ask him how he kept the girl from getting pregnant. A big light went off in Jack's head when his friend had shown him the long rubber prophylactic.
After that, he kept looking for a box of them in the drugstore basement, but he never seemed to find them.
This particular day, sipping his Coke, his eye wandering idly over the boxes, he saw one marked, 'Trojans." The name rang a bell. Was that what his friend had called them?
He couldn't remember. He walked over to the boxes, and lifted off the cartons covering the one he was after. The very idea of coming across what he was looking for, combined with his tiredness, the heat, made his groin stir, as he dived into the box.
He withdrew a small box of the condoms and ripped open one of the packages. It was wet from the lubrication on it. At first he wondered if maybe sperm was applied to the rubber before it was put on his cock.
He dismissed the idea as absurd. His ignorance of his own anatomy was somewhat woeful, and at the moment of his discovery, Jack was painfully aware of it. But his ignorance did not prevent his cock from throbbing in his jeans.
The sight of the absurd-looking rubber condom aroused Jack even further. He unzipped his fly, and pulled out his erect cock.
With some difficulty, he managed to roll the rubber up over his hard, pulsing shaft. It felt strange, but at the same time good.
He immediately began rubbing his cock.
The sensation of pleasure was so great that he broke out into a sweat, and his hand gripped his raging penis harder. He started to pump furiously, feeling the throbbing in his prick increase, as he aroused himself to a peak state of ecstasy.
He felt his ass muscles tighten. His legs trembled violently, as he pushed back and forth on his raging cock faster and faster.
He felt his balls swell, felt his cock grow bigger in the condom, and then he felt his come slit explode with a heavy wad of gism.
He gnashed his teeth in an access of raging lust. His body convulsed furiously, and the sweat poured off him, as he spewed his heavy load into the receptacle at the tip of the condom.
Finally, he had emptied his balls into the rubber. He removed it, and stared at the thick, opaque load of scum at the bottom of the prophylactic. It fascinated him. He wrapped it up in a kleenex and threw it away.
When he had finished his Coke, he was hungry again to experience the same sensation. He put on another condom. This time he sat down and leaned against the boxes. It didn't occur to him to do it without the condom. He actually, in his naivete, thought that it was the condom which was giving him the thrill.
Before he had left for the day, he had masturbated four times. He took four boxes of the condoms with him, in order to do it again, when he was at home.
If this were masturbation, he reasoned, he wondered how much better fucking would be.
Fortunately, or unfortunately (and Jack was never sure) he had a younger, pretty, and very inquisitive sister who loved to share his adventures and discoveries.
Jack, however, for all his sister's obvious sexiness, was never quite sure how far she had gone. He was aware that his sexual development, and his interest in sexual matters had come late. If anything, his sister, Lynn, had given him some of his knowledge, and aroused his interest.
That night, he couldn't wait to share his new-found discovery with her. He figured that maybe this time, he had something over on her.
His mother and father were going to a party, leaving the two youngsters alone together.
There was an absence of sexual guilt in the two young people. Their parents had never insisted that there were some sexual activities that were more permissible than others, and they had explained everything to the two youngsters, from bestiality to incest. Lynn seemed to pick up better on the information than Jack, at least initially. Most of it Jack couldn't relate to.
Of course, the parents never dreamed that their children would engage in incest, but their very striving to make their children tolerant of others' aberrations encouraged the very incident that was about to happen.
Jack couldn't wait to show Lynn.
After supper, he called to her from his room.
"Lynn," he called politely, "would you come here a minute? I want to show you something."
Jack did not realize at that moment that he intended to screw his sexy, precocious younger sister. He was just getting into one phase of his growing up, and he wanted his sister to share in it.
Lynn came to the room, all eyes and ears, and looked up at her brother, eagerly.
"What?" she asked.
Jack showed her the little boxes containing the prophylactics. Lynn, before getting interested in the contents of the box, wanted to know how to pronounce the word, and what it meant.
Jack told her quite readily, and then explained. Lynn's eyes popped open again, this time with surprise.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Jack smiled with smugness. At last he had been able to teach his sister something.
He opened the wrapper, and took out the lubricated condom, and unraveled it. He could tell from Lynn's eyes that she knew exactly where it belonged.
Her eyes lit up with a devilish smile. She picked the rubber condom out of his hand and held it up to the light.
"Would-would you like to put one on me?" Jack suddenly asked impulsively.
Again Lynn's eyes lit up. She nodded.
Jack's hands began to sweat with excitement. Gulping with passion and sexual tension, he went to his bed, and lay down on it, unzipping his fly, and pulling his cock out.
Lynn and he had no problems with regard to each other's body. They had seen each other naked, and occasionally even made jokes about their private parts. Their parents weren't restrictive in that sense at all.
Lynn walked over to the bed, and sat down on the edge of it. She seemed fascinated with his cock. She stuck the tip of her index finger on Jack's drooling piss slit, and rubbed some of the pre-come which was oozing out of it around and around on his mushroom-shaped head.
Jack could feel that familiar tingle run up and down his spine, as his sister's hot hands explored his cock.
As he watched her staring at his cock, examining it, he realized that she was a virgin. His was probably the first cock she had any first-hand experience with and that knowledge in itself further inflamed him.
He still had no conscious intention of fucking his sister.
"Go on," he said, impatiently, feeling the throbbing get painfully intense in his raging phallus, "put it on."
Awkwardly, Lynn got the condom on Jack's cock. Every awkward fumble only added to Jack's heat.
"Why don't you rub up and down on it, and see what happens?" he asked, desperate to get off. The heat had constricted his throat, and caused his heart to race in his chest.
She rubbed gently, tentatively. The palms of her hands gleamed with the lubrication on the condom. Jack felt his cock swell with raging lust.
Lynn looked first at his face, obviously fascinated with the changes that went on there, and then down at his cock, pulsing powerfully against her small, white hand, as she gripped it and pumped up and down.
She gasped, when his balls started to eject their heavy load of man juice. She saw the juice spurting from his come slit, and filling the reservoir at the tip of the condom. She gasped, startled, and fascinated by it.
Jack came quickly the first time. It was a combination of his need, his sexy sister's hand, and her obvious interest in his cock.
As he looked at her, through half-closed eyes, he saw her young tits heaving with her own excitement.
Her Ups were partially open, and her tongue peeked pinkly from between her straight white teeth. Her Ups were moist, and her face started to flush with excitement as Jack went off like a rocket, and shot his heavy load into the condom.
"Ahh!" Jack gasped.
"What did it feel like?" Lynn asked. There was a slight tremor in her body. Suddenly, Jack felt like the superior person, the stronger of the two. The sight of his sister's trembling, nubile, delectable body turned him on, and his cock which had gone partially limp, started to unfurl again. His penile skin stretched to impossible girth and length as a powerful surge of blood flowed into his manhood.
Jack pulled the condom off, and showed it to her. Lyn sniffed at it tentatively. The fragrance of his manly juices didn't seem to turn her off at all. The smell of his scum appeared to be as interesting to her as the touch and behavior she had observed with regard to his penis.
"Let's do it again!" she exclaimed. Jack leered at the exquisite fourteen-year-old, and his cock began to bob, as a strong pulse beat through his manly flesh, like a tom-tom.
He reached in his pocket, and pulled out another box. Lynn's fingers were trembling as she opened the box and pulled out another greasy rubber. She put it on him, and started to rub again.
Suddenly Jack's clothes felt constricting to him. He sat up, to Lynn's surprise, and started to take off his clothes.
He smiled at her.
"Might as well be comfortable," he said.
"Can I do that, too?" she asked, naively. Jack felt the surge of powerful passion course through him.
Where before he had gleaned his sexual information, however vague it was, from his sister, now she was leaning on him for the same type of information.
He leered at her.
"Yes," he said softly.
Lynn started to remove her clothes. Jack thought that he would strangle from lack of breath, as his sister revealed her budding, but gorgeous body. Her tits were tiny little melons, just trembling on the verge of ripeness. Her waist was already well defined, and her hips swelled out in a lavish easy curve from her waist.
Her belly was flat, and her pussy was only slightly covered with maidenhair. It took all Jack's will power to refrain from attacking her and ramming his cock into her sweet, obviously untried pussy.
Lynn seemed to become more aroused, as she took her clothes off. As Jack watched, fascinated, he saw her body become covered with goose bumps.
He reached out and grabbed her by her shoulders, and pulled her down on the bed beside him.
He kissed her body all over. Lynn started to writhe. Jack couldn't believe the violence of the emotion which overtook him.
He worked his mouth on her two tiny tits. They were still small enough so that he could take all of them into his mouth.
He was surprised and delighted when the small little nipples puckered wildly under his lashing tongue. He mouthed them for a long time, until he could hear his sister's breathing becoming wispy, and erratic.
The very odor of her excitement raised Jack's fever.
He moved down over her belly, digging his tongue into her tiny belly button, and then he started to lick her lightly-haired muff.
Getting between her legs, which he had spread, he parted the outer lips of her cunt with his hand, and watched the inner lips become puffy, spread apart like a lurid flower, as he examined his first cunt.
He sniffed at it, and the smell caused him to want to taste it.
Slowly he applied his tongue to the swollen, throbbing pink meat.
Lynn groaned, and he felt her hips grinding against his chin and mouth, as he slurped up and down with considerable enthusiasm on her sensitive red sex flesh.
He pried his tongue into her hole, and was surprised at the fluids which flowed from it. They smelled sweet and musky, and they tasted the same way. Jack's cock throbbed with anticipation and desire.
It smelled and tasted like ambrosia to him, like the nectar of the gods he had read about in his book of mythology.
He tongued her leisurely, exploring all the nooks and crannies of her lovely little passion flower, feeling the way the flesh expanded, and pulsed more and more strongly.
Lynn suddenly seemed caught up in a convulsion. Her body shuddered violently, and her hips arched up suddenly and harshly into his mouth.
His tongue, prying into her tiny little hole, became coated with a sudden gush of her fluids.
Jack didn't realize then that she had had an orgasm, but the sensation of her excitement aroused him still further.
He felt her thighs press against the sides of his head, and knew that she was being pleased.
He felt a sudden insatiable curiosity about what it would feel like to have that tiny, rosebud mouth on his own dick. The condom still encased his hard flesh.
"Oh, Jack, let me taste you," Lynn had gasped.
When Jack thought about it later, after considerable sexual experience and some maturity, he realized that what happened that evening between him and his sister was probably an ideal first experience for them both, whatever other mixed feelings he might have had.
There had been no nervousness, just the impulse of their young sexuality. There was none of the unpleasantness he later heard about when a girl or a guy did it for the first time.
They were totally familiar with each other, easy in each other's company, and loving, exceptionally so for a young brother and sister.
Their parents' lack of hang-ups had made them relatively free, and totally devoid of guilt about what they were doing.
Their relationship was untarnished by guilt or a need to jockey for power. They were simply brother and sister, sharing each other's bodies, getting excited by each other's sexuality.
At Lynn's invitation, Jack got on his back. His cock, a respectable size, although not yet fully developed to the phenomenal size it would eventually be, bobbed lewdly, standing straight up from his light pubic bush.
Lynn brought her mouth down on the condom, and took her mouth off it fast, making a face that indicated distaste.
Jack laughed.
"I guess you better take it off," he said.
Cautiously, Lynn removed the rubber, and again her mouth came down.
Jack almost came when he felt her sweet little mouth covering his cock head. He felt her tiny tongue lashing at the sensitive skin of his cock head, and he groaned. His hips arched upward, and his cock thrust deeply into her mouth.
Lynn gagged, and backed off, but not completely. Her little hand grasped the base of his cock, and she started to move her mouth down again.
Jack was careful to control his thrusting motions, waiting for Lynn, letting her take her time to become accustomed to the thick, throbbing intruder in her mouth.
He felt his cock head plugging her throat, and then felt her throat rippling around the sensitive, soft, bulbous cock head, as she started to swallow. Jack felt the blood raging in his cock, felt the vein throbbing, distended almost past its capacity to stretch, as his sister's mouth bobbed up and down.
Again the excitement filled Jack to such a degree that he came fast. He felt his come spurt down his sister's throat.
She gulped some of it, but a lot of it poured out of her mouth, and trickled in a slimy stream down her chin.
When he had shot the last of his wad, his cock was still erect, throbbing and hungry for more.
Now he wanted to put his cock in her tiny little virginal cunt.
Lynn pulled off his cock, but Jack wasn't satisfied.
The warmth of her little mouth had turned his cock into a volcano about to erupt again, and Jack knew where he wanted his cock this time. - He reached for another condom, and put it on himself this time, too eager to wait for his sister's fumbling attempts, however pleasurable they were to him.
He placed her on her back, and aimed his cock at her tiny, virginal cunt. The very thought of what he was about to do inflamed his cock. He felt it distend painfully in the condom, and he groaned.
Initially, as he placed his rubber-covered cock against her tiny hole it was pleasurably awkward for both of them.
Lynn was so tiny that he couldn't get inside. He was fumbling because he didn't want to hurt her.
He had heard some hair-raising stories about what boys had done to girls popping their cherries, and this was no ordinary girl. This was his sister.
Finally, they reached a solution of sorts.
Lynn raised her well-shaped legs high, and reached down. With the fingers of both hands she spread her labia wide. Jack watched, fascinated, as the tiny little hole opened up.
He grasped his cock at the base of it, and then thrust firmly but with a gentle steady pressure. His ramrod-stiff dick started to move inward. The pressure was incredible, and the sensation to Jack was unbelievable.
Lynn gasped, and her hips instinctively arched upward. His cock head was now impaled in her tight little twat. It was magnificent. Jack started to push inward, driving inch after inch of his cock into her tight twat.
Lynn was breathing heavily, and squirming her hips around and around on his cock, as inch after inch of it got buried in her hot wet nest.
Then Jack felt his balls press against her small, hard ass. Trembling, he became still, awed at the multitude of sensations which coursed through him.
Lynn must have been feeling the same way, because she got very still, too.
Jack felt his cock throbbing violently against her incredibly tight pussy walls. Counter-pointing the throbbing of his raging ramrod, was the pulsing of her pussy walls as they closed in tightly around his manhood.
They stayed in that position for a long time.
Moaning, he grabbed her small, round, delicious ass cheeks, and started to piston in and out of her feeling the heat of her cunt permeate his cock. His cock rubbed against her itching pussy walls. He felt her juices flow around the rubber which encased his cock more and more freely.
His sister was uncontrollable. She flailed away beneath him like a lioness in heat, moving all over the bed. She scratched his back, and grabbed the bedsheets. Once her arms heaved up over her head, and she hugged the pillow tightly against her flushed face.
When Jack became aware of her contortions, he stopped thrusting.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Oh, yesss!" she hissed, a thin trickle of saliva flowing from the comer of her mouth.
Her hands came down, and grabbed his ass, pressing his ass cheeks downward, encouraging him to thrust into her harder and harder.
Jack, assured that she was only responding physically the way he was feeling sensually, humped harder and faster. The two young people rolled around and around on the bed, and finally wound up on the floor, with one of the sheets entangled around their entwined limbs.
The blow did not stop them as they sought the nirvana of orgasm.
They humped into each other furiously, until Jack felt that peak experience flooding his body again.
His cock went out of his rational control. He rammed it in and out of his sister's creaming cunt like a pile-driver, until finally both of them writhed and thrashed on the crest of a frothing wave of pleasure which inundated them, and left them breathless.
When they finally came down from the heights of their climax, they looked at each other, awed.
Hungry to repeat the experience, they fucked each other, until they realized that they stood in danger of being discovered.
Jack's bed was a mess, and so was the area around the bed where they had fucked.
"If Mom and Dad come home and find your room like this, they'll think we had a fight," Lynn laughed, as she helped her brother make the bed.
"And if they find us naked, they'll probably wish we did have a fight," Jack said.
They went to bed, but their insatiable curiosity, their boundless sexual appetite kept them fucking until they went away to summer camp.
There, Lynn found a boyfriend, and Jack started to make it with other girls.
"Unh!" the man grunted.
His cock was sore from the excesses of the night before. His hand was a blur of motion, as he pumped on his cock, building the pressure to such a pitch, that his cock finally exploded.
It poured from him like a geyser.
His scum poured in thick hot streams out of his piss slit. He felt the relief run through him in waves, as his scum was washed down the drain of the tub.
Gasping, his face red from his most recent orgasm, Jack finished showering, and then got out of the tub to dry off and start breakfast.
He grunted, slightly amused at the direction his thoughts had taken.
Not thirty feet from him slept the best woman he had ever had, and his thoughts had gone back to his sister.
He shrugged, a physical expression of his mental dismissal of the image of his sister, Lynn, and went down to the kitchen.
In the bedroom, Ann was slowly coming awake.
She was rubbing her cunt, and her body trembled on the brink of orgasm. She was thinking of her brother.
She didn't feel quite so badly about making it with him, and she was imagining his massive, demanding cock, now, pounding in and out of her with a steady rhythm that always drove her crazy.
She had felt better about her love affair with her brother since Jack had told her so freely about his sister.
But she never, never told him about her brother. She didn't want to.
"Ohh!" she gasped into the pillow. Her face contorted with unbridled lust. Her hand gleamed with the flow of her honey from her overheated twat. Her ass rose and fell on the bed, as she started to come.
The burning, pleasurable sensation built and built to a pitch which gripped Ann like a vise, and stiffened her body.
"Ahh!" she gasped, her voice muffled by the pillow. Her body arched up, and then collapsed suddenly as the orgasm peaked, and faded away.
"Mmm!" she moaned, as she licked her fingers, savoring the taste of her own musky honey.
"Breakfast is ready, honey!" she heard Jack call from the kitchen.
She smelled the bacon and eggs, the indescribably delicious fragrance of the coffee brewing and she salivated.
She got up, her eyes wide, and glowing with her recent self-stimulation, and walked down the hall to take a fast shower, before joining Jack in the kitchen.
She had a whole Saturday to play with Jack, and she was looking forward to it.
CHAPTER THREE
The kitchen was large and homey. The ceilings were high, the windows large and sunny. It was an ideal place to have a lazy Saturday breakfast.
The windows afforded the presently peaceful lovers a spectacular view of the East River, with Brooklyn and the Statue of Liberty visible in the distance. The table was covered with a white cloth, and the setting was meticulously arranged.
Jack had been brought up in a wealthy family, and he was used to the habits of living well and graciously. He took great pains to have everything in impeccably good taste.
Ann was much less formal. She often ate on the floor, sitting on a large pillow that was propped against one of the walls, facing the huge Windows.
The view was one of the reasons she had taken the apartment. The other was privacy. The building was a large high rise, with only four apartments per floor. Most of the apartments were rented by corporations that used them for entertainment purposes, and on weekends, the building tended to be exceptionally quiet.
That was the way Ann liked it. It had been especially useful for Ann before she met Jack. She had a parade of admirers, and a series of wild orgies. There was no one to complain about the noise, or the parade of strange people who walked in and out of the building.
At the moment, the most perverse thought running through her mind was the humpy jock recently hired as a doorman. Ann had been attracted to the big stud almost immediately.
He appeared to be unusually discreet for a doorman. He never seemed to notice what went on in the building.
Jack claimed that he was just a stupid buck, but somehow, the keen look in his eyes kept Ann from believing Jack's statement.
Her sexual fantasy about the doorman had almost displaced her previous favorite sexual fantasy, in which she had never indulged, and that was to fuck in a public place.
Sitting in the kitchen, eating with Jack, all she had to do was look at his ruggedly handsome face, and her fantasies were dispelled. There was enough sexuality between the two lovers to keep Ann occupied, and purring like a contented cat for some time to come.
As she watched him, she remembered the one time they had made it in the elevator. She shivered. Jack looked at her lust bright eyes, as she munched buttered toast, with some amusement.
While he didn't know the exact subject matter of her thoughts, he could divine the sexual nature of them by the flushed, almost hectic look on her face as she gazed keenly at him, almost through him, her gaze was so intensely riveted on him.
Ann remembered the night they had stumbled past the doorman, thoroughly high, and headed toward the elevator. Ann remembered how keenly aroused she was. She wanted Jack with a passion that approached pain it was so intense.
Apparently Jack had had the same idea.
She had been clinging tightly to his arm as they stepped onto the elevator. Inside, once the doors closed, he couldn't keep his hands off her.
He felt her up, and almost ripped off her bra with his ardor. He had pulled her low-cut jersey dress down exposing her ripe tits, and then his mouth buried one of her nipples.
"Ahh!" she gasped, as she felt his hot mouth on first one tit, and then the other. Her nipples had puckered and tingled with the hot sensations which took possession of her, and almost drove her mad.
Then he had slipped his hands, both of them behind her legs, and literally lifted her up, bracing her legs on either side of his waist. She was pressed against the elevator wall.
Dimly in her lust-besotted mind, she heard the slight clicking as the elevator rose past each floor. He held her firmly, forcing her against the wall more tightly, and when her legs were spread far enough, he had inserted his cock in her drooling cunt.
She was wearing no panty hose nor panties under the flaring skirt of the jersey summer dress.
He had fucked her furiously.
Ann was so aroused that she came almost immediately. Jack followed suit shortly afterward.
It was after three in the morning, and Ann didn't consider that fucking in a public place.
When the elevator arrived at their floor, it remained there, while the two of them finished writhing in the throes of a powerfully intense, if brief orgasm.
Ann walked to the door of her apartment, with their combined come juices pouring out of her cunt, and dribbling down the inner portion of her legs in a slimy stream.
They took up in the apartment what they had started in the elevator.
In a moment, Ann's sexy ruminations were interrupted.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" inquired Jack.
Ann smiled at him lewdly. Jack laughed, feeling his cock start to crawl down his thigh.
She conveyed the distinct impression by her body language, that if Jack wanted to jump her right then and there, while they were eating breakfast, that she would hardly mind.
Jack was keenly aware of that. Mixed with his lust was a warmth born of several years of living and fucking together.
He put his hand on her hand.
"We have a lot of good memories, don't we?" he said smiling at her.
"Without question," she said, flirting with him over the rim of the coffee cup which she held to her delectable lips.
"I can even think of a few memories we could add to our store," Jack said, his voice husky with emotion.
"Mmm!" Ann said. Her cream was flowing in thick streams from her cunt now, staining the silk robe she had thrown over her naked, washed body.
She stretched her legs out, and leaned forward in the chair slightly, squeezing his legs.
She had a sudden irresistible urge for the handsome man.
"Jack I want to give you some head," she said, looking for the dirtiest, sexiest way to tell him how she felt at that moment.
Jack's cock throbbed to full life, and he winced, feeling it press against his denims.
One of Jack's skill was the ability to prolong love-making, to tease, to indulge in extensive foreplay. He had taught Ann that skill, which was one reason she was so enamored of him.
"Sure," he said, as casually as he could manage his tone of voice, "but let me finish my toast and coffee, O.K.?"
"I can't wait," she responded, playfully.
She felt as if she had won a personal victory. She had asked Jack, before Jack asked her, and Jack was a fabulous morning man. He always woke up with a hard-on, and he was always wild in the morning, especially when they locked themselves in and gave themselves up to the wild sexual hunger which both of them possessed.
She knew he was teasing. His face betrayed no personal surprise. Any trick Ann learned, Jack eventually caught on to, and he used it back with devastating effect.
This kept Ann on her toes, and on this sunny Saturday morning, she was game for anything. She felt positively wanton!
She squirmed in her seat, feeling her hunger rise.
"Jack, come on, huh? Enough's enough!" she said, with some irritation.
"Why don't you just occupy yourself while I'm finishing breakfast?" Jack said with a well-practiced insouciance, which always infuriated Ann.
"Like what?" she responded, sarcastically.
"Well, you could make the bed, or do the laundry, or...!"
He laughed and ducked as Ann threw a small piece of toast, wadded up, at his face.
"Come on, baby, the weekend has just started," Jack said.
Ann grinned. He was plainly egging her on. Ann decided to take up his challenge. It would certainly get Jack so hot that he couldn't hold back any more.
She decided she would masturbate in his presence until he was hot and panting, and ready to do what she wanted him to.
She was sore, but not too sore to take him on for the rest of the day.
Ann removed the robe at the table, and watched Jack's eyes flare with the fire of lust, as he gazed at her perfect tits.
Ann leaned her chair backward, until it was tilted against the wall. Then she put both her feet up on the table, revealing her pink pussy meat, which was already glistening with her juices.
She had another reason for putting her feet up on the table. She knew it would annoy Jack, whose table manners were meticulous.
She spread her legs as wide as she could, and stared at Jack defiantly, and then she lowered her hands to her cunt.
She proceeded to massage her clitoris gently with one hand, while with the forefinger of her other hand, she circled the rim of her hot, dripping orifice.
Her tits heaved sensuously as her breathing became more labored.
Jack, as loveably stubborn as ever, kept on eating, but Ann noticed with some humor, that he was having difficulty swallowing the toast he insisted on finishing. Ann got carried away with the game, and became more serious in her efforts to bring herself off.
She began to breathe more and more heavily, and she started to moan as her hands had the desired' effect on her pussy meat.
"Ohhh, this is fantastic!" she gasped. "I always thought that masturbation could be better than the real thing."
She stuck first one finger up her cunt, and then, withdrawing it, slipped two into her creaming, velvety soft interior.
The hand that was massaging her clitoris moved up over her belly and she began to massage her tits. The nipples pointed straight up, hard as cherry pits.
Jack watched her, fascinated, determined to play the game through to the end. Her legs were trembling, and as the tremor increased with her own passion, the table started to shake. He heard the faint chink of china hitting together.
"Oh, Jack!" she moaned, almost exaggerating her passion, in her desire to arouse Jack, "get my dildo."
"No!" he said, his voice breathy with excitement. His eyes were riveted on the masturbating girl.
"Can't you see I need it?" she gasped.
Jack swallowed another piece of toast with difficulty, and then he looked at her and shrugged his shoulders, with badly feigned indifference.
"O.K.," he said.
He couldn't wait any more. Ann had aroused him to fever pitch. He got up from the table, and went to the bedroom.
When he returned he had a rubber dick in his hands, almost a foot long.
"Let me put it in you," he said.
"Ohh, hurry!" Ann gasped.
Jack leaned over her back and placed the dildo against her spread-open pussy meat, and rubbed it up and down over the slick meat.
Then he gently started to insert it into her inflamed cunt. Ann looked up at him, her eyes glowing with desire.
He slid the dildo with extreme gentleness into her sopping wet cunt.
"Oh, put it all the way in, Jack. Oh, it's fantastic."
"Shut up and masturbate!" Jack husked, feeling his own desire rise.
Ann smiled.
The dildo was now complete in her cunt. She had trouble holding onto the chair, which Jack had pulled away from the wall, and which was now leaning on his hard belly.
She started to rub on her clitoris. Jack felt as if he would melt in the heat wave which flooded his body, as he watched his mistress masturbating, while he pumped the dildo in and out of her, very softly, very slowly.
"Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she gasped.
Jack increased the speed of his thrusting. As it pulled out, Jack saw it gleaming with Ann's pussy juices.
Jack was almost jealous. The insensible dildo pumped away while Ann writhed in the throes of her orgasm.
As he watched, her hand became coated with her juices. Jack's cock throbbed painfully.
Her cunt juices flowed voluminously out of her well-stuffed cunt, and a trickle of her honey gleamed on Jack's pumping hand as he drove the dildo in and out of her.
Ann's body arched up on the chair. The table shook heavily as she stiffened with her peaking orgasm. Then her hips slapped down suddenly on the tilted chair, and her chest heaved as she strove to catch her breath.
Jack, desperate for a taste of her juices, the smell of her excitement acting like an aphrodisiac on him, pushed the chair around, so that she was facing him.
Starting with her ankles, he made wet streaks, as he licked up her lovely legs, until his tongue was paddling in the still teeming reservoir of her lust.
He lapped up her liquids noisily. Ann moaned and squirmed on her chair, as Jack finished lapping up all her juices.
Then he pulled off his denims, and sat on the floor, his legs spread.
"O.K.," he said, "now it's my turn. Blow me."
Ann was only too willing, after what he had done for her.
She slid off the chair onto her hands and knees, and crawled between his outstretched legs.
He had braced his body by placing his hands behind him, flat on the floor. She moved closer to his erect nine inches of cock, and moaned.
She was so hot, that she forgot the soreness of her well-fucked cunt.
Jack's hips humped up from the floor. He was eager to feel her luscious mouth around his yearning member. He looked down at his large, handsome prick, then at Ann.
She had her tongue between her teeth. She was looking greedily at the drop of pre-come, which glistened on the tip of his mushroom-shaped glans.
Ann clamped her mouth over his erect organ, and slid down on it easily. Her tongue lashed around and around on his raging shaft, and Jack threw his head back, moaning loudly as he felt her hot mouth teasing his cock, inflaming it to the verge of eruption. Her head bobbed up and down, and she moaned on the cock, when the tip of it wasn't plugging her capacious, rippling throat.
Her face was flushed with excitement, as she tasted his man meat.
Her saliva poured from her mouth, lubricating his cock. Jack felt her lips pressing against his sensitive flesh, felt her tongue flick around and around on his prick.
His balls contracted painfully, and Jack felt his asshole tingle with sympathetic pleasure.
"I'm coming, Ann! I'm coming," he gasped.
Ann's finger, at that announcement, pried between his ass cheeks, and Jack felt her forefinger digging into his bung hole.
He started to come violently.
His sperm rocketed into Ann's gaping mouth, spewing into the back of her gulping throat, filling her mouth. It dripped from her lips in little streams, as he shot wad after wad of scum into her sweet mouth.
Her chin dripped with his slimy man juices, which aroused Jack even more. She sucked furiously, striving to capture every last drop of his come juice. It dribbled from her chin onto her heaving tits, as she bobbed up and down on his spewing cock.
"Arggh!" Jack gasped, his voice strangled in his throat. He shot the last of his wad into her sucking mouth, and then his body relaxed somewhat. Ann pulled her mouth off his cock and grinned at him. She smacked her lips, licking the last of his scum from her mouth.
Her chin still gleamed with his slimy man juices.
, Then, still insatiable, she bobbed down onto his cock again. She licked it glean, and then massaged his balls with her mouth, and then flicked her tongue to his clean asshole, savoring the fragrance of his manhood, a combination of come and soap.
Jack grunted, when he felt her tongue prying into his bung hole.
"You must be really hot," he gasped.
"I am, I am!" Ann gasped. I want you in me."
Jack looked at her lustfully, and then at his deflated cock.
"Massage it!" he commanded.
"A woman's work is never done," she laughed.
Lowering her breasts around his prick, she squeezed her tits together around it. Then she rocked back and forth, creating a warm, fleshy nest in which Jack's cock began to grow again.
"Oh, nice," Jack gasped. "Keep on doing it. Just keep on doing it!"
Ann moaned, and continued to massage Jack's raging cock with her tits.
Jack looked down at the woman, whose tits were pressed tightly together. He watched his cock grow, become reddened with his passion, as she bobbed up and down, keeping her tits squeezed together, her tit flesh massaging his cock.
The very sight of Ann's breasts pressing into his cock turned him on even more.
"Ohh, look at it!" she gasped, as she looked down at his fully erect cock. A drop of pre-come which had formed on his piss slit stained her chest, just above the rise of her tit.
Ann was in a mood to get even with Jack for his previous teasing of her when she was in heat.
"Ohhh," she squealed with mischievous glee ringing in her voice. "It's up, it's up!"
It soon developed into a chant.
"It's up, it's up, old Jack's dick is up!"
Jack listened to it for awhile, and then found it annoying. His cock was raging with hunger. He wanted to plant his fleshy stalk in the teeming tunnel of her womanly flesh.
"Will you shut up!" he fumed.
"It's up, it's up, old Jack's dick is up!"
"You can be a real pain in the ass, you know?"
Ann laughed, and continued her chant. As she continued chanting, her tits continued to rub against the loaded fleshy tube she had encased between her lovely fleshy mounds.
"So can you!" she responded. "Besides, it's up, it's up, old Jack's dick is up!"
"Well," Jack muttered, his voice full of meaning, 'what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to take my own sweet time, if you don't mind," she responded, totally unperturbed by his growing irritation.
"It just so happens that I am now ready to fuck you," Jack retorted.
"Really?" Ann said.
Jack couldn't remain angry with Ann for long. The mischievous twinkle in her eye was very endearing, for all his frustration.
He stood up, and without warning, he pushed Ann down onto the floor.
Ann, playing it to the hilt, swore at him. "Why you no good, filthy, cock-sucking bastard!' she barked. "I should close my cunt to you!"
"And who's going to be the loser?"
"I can get any stud I want!" she retorted. Jack smiled with all the self-confidence of a rutting bull in a pen alone with a cow in heat.
"Would you like me to leave so you can go out and solicit?"
"What would you think if I did, asshole?"
"I think it's very funny," the confident stud said, looking down at her. His cock pulsed powerfully with his desire, and Ann found it well-nigh irresistible, a face of which Jack was well aware.
Ann frequently had the upper hand psychologically in their sexual war games, but it looked in this instance as if Jack were gaining.
He was responding tit-for-tat, and in the meantime, there was his nine-incher, throbbing, fully erect. And Ann's cunt ached for it.
But the weekend had just begun, and they could afford the time to play. By Sunday night, Jack would have returned to his apartment, but not for long. It was mostly ritual.
Jack felt he didn't want to become completely involved with this enchanting woman, although his need for her never abated.
They weren't apart more than a day than they were back in each other's arms again, fucking furiously.
Jack had an aversion to bed-hopping, which stemmed from the lives his father and grandfather had lived.
As a matter of fact, Jack's father, for whom he worked, used to brag that the reason he and his grandfather had started the firm was that they could have all the pretty secretaries they hired, and they were careful to hire them hot and willing.
In a way, Jack thought, as he looked down at the randy woman looking up at him, he couldn't blame his father, or his grandfather.
To have someone to fuck first thing in the morning, after the tedious ride on the Long Island Railroad, having just gone through a rather frightening send-off my be-curlered, or hair-sprayed wives, who had no less frightening a greeting in the evening for them, must have been something to keep their lives full and somewhat happy.
Their wives were so caught up in the suburban life with its endless trivialities, that they made the dullest imaginable company.
Jack swore that his mother had even forgotten how to screw!
Jack's father had gone so far as to hire a call girl he particularly favored to be his personal secretary.
She was slim, stunning, blonde, about five feet five inches, with small, firm breasts, who had failed in her ambition to become an actress.
She was, like so many call girls, the refuse of Broadway, girls who had started out as scrupulous, considerate, even virtuous career women, but who had been forced to become something quite different.
As it turned out, this particular girl loved her new-found career.
It was not simply filing papers and taking dictation.
Once Jack's grandfather had caught Jack's father in the act of fucking away like a rabbit on the huge oak table in the conference room.
The way he described it, it had to be an hysterical sight, because the two had their clothes on. Jack's father was in his suit, his worsted brown pants dropped ludicrously around his ankles, but otherwise very properly attired.
The secretary was spread-eagled on the table, her smooth legs wrapped around his father's waist, her dress up around her tits.
This was Jack's heritage. He, too, had shared his father's secretary! And the more he worked in the office, the more scuttlebutt came his way about the goings-on of his upright, and supposedly staid father and grandfather!
He had met Ann through his father. She was a call girl who worked for a friend of Jack's father, a businessman like himself who ran a consulting firm.
For the first time, as Jack stared down at the lusty girl, he realized that his father had missed his true calling.
He should have been a pimp!
So, for that matter, would Jack, he realized.
He had acquired over the last several years that he had worked in his father's firm, a black book of many willing and beautiful women, and at one point, when his relationship with his father was strained, he had even considered pimping for a living.
Whenever a friend or business guest would arrive in town, he would obligingly open his treasured book and phone one of his girls. And if that wasn't pimping, Jack didn't know what was!
In the sincerest tone of voice he could muster, he would say, "I have a friend who just came into town. Nice guy, and I think you would like him.
"I mean, you're a nice girl. He's a nice guy. You'd go well together."
It was his standard approach, and it always worked.
"Is he married?" would be their inevitable question.
"Of course not!" he could exclaim. "What kind of guy do you think I am?"
They knew, without saying it, that his sole interest in them was sex, but they didn't mind, these girls. For one thing, he was a pleasant fellow, and the men he turned them on to tended to be pleasant, and good spenders.
Jack often pondered the affection they expressed for him. He had a feeling that much of it was genuine.
But why should they care for him? He went out with the majority of them for sex, and sex alone, and he knew that they knew, when he called them for a visiting fireman, that he was calling them because the man wanted their sexual services.
As he thought about it, he realized that the answer was quite simple. Most of the girls he knew were part of a peculiar phenomenon in New York City, although they would never admit it.
They were slaves to an image, an ideal which was conveyed by the slick magazines, the Madison Avenue advertising houses, the singles bars where they all hung out. They were bombarded with the demand from demanding men to be sex symbols. To .be mother, daughter, sweetheart, friend, wife and whore, all wrapped up in one.
And they acted on it. They wore their salaries on their backs, and hooked semi-professionally to make ends meet. They went to bed readily with anyone who asked because it fit the image, which did not allow a woman to enjoy being alone. She had to be an adjunct to a man, she had to hang, like a frilly decoration on some man's arm in order to be worth anything, socially, or aesthetically.
And for all the cant about Women's Lib, for all the talk about the woman living her own life, and finding her own ego, and enjoying her own company on her own merits, then finding also the discrimination needed to pick men who were friends and not users, where sex would be an extension of a relationship, and not the hoped-for beginning of one, there was just too much pressure.
Most women succumbed.
Jack realized that these women were caught in a bind, a dilemma, which, if they were intelligent, they would have foreseen long before they subscribed to the sex-symbol ethos. They gave lip service alone to the idea of liberation and equality in status.
Believing that the Madison Avenue standards were the ideal of the good life, the apex of success, they pursued it as single-mindedly as politicians sought higher and more powerful office.
And it corrupted them as readily as the taste of power corrupts a politician, and just as inevitably.
Sometimes Jack found himself in the same quandary. He knew this as surely as he looked down at Ann now, looking up at him with a growing puzzlement in her eyes, wondering at the expression on his face. But he still used them.
It was easy. It was comfortable, and change takes courage, and a supportive environment. There was nothing in Jack's life that was supportive.
He knew, though, that it was all going to cave in, the illusion of glamour, and success, just as surely as he knew it caved in on the woman, the first time she looked in her mirror, and found a gray hair, or saw the laugh lines deepening at the corners of her eyes, the unacknowledged pain of striving carving a deep trench from their nostrils to the edges of their once flawless, turned-up, lilting mouths.
If they were lucky, as Ann had been, they would adjust to the change. They would find their own level and live.
Ann had come to New York with high hopes. She had wanted to become an actress. She didn't make it. She wasn't talented enough, nor strong enough to buck the odds. She tried to become a model, but whereas in her small midwestern home town she was queen of the harvest ball, an outstanding beauty, in New York she was just one of a number of other beautiful women, and she failed that, too.
She turned almost naturally to prostitution. In Jack's considered opinion, given Ann's highly sexual nature, and her lack of inhibitions, she was amply qualified for it.
But being a thoroughly professional prostitute required a certain amount of degradation, so Ann failed at that, too.
When Jack was flagrantly cynical--his defense against not having any answers for his idealistic and basically moral nature--he would say to himself that these women came by their callings honestly That they had made a simple and realistic accommodation to life and their true nature.
And they believed, while they were involved in it, as Ann believed, to save her own sanity, that she enjoyed her work, counterpoising the degradation, the depersonalization with an excessive romanticism about her work, and sexuality itself.
Jack understood this, but had trouble verbalizing it.
Ann, having taken the painful step of searching her own soul and coming up with some honest answers, could verbalize it, and in this she helped Jack immeasurably. It was one of the reasons he needed her.
As a matter of fact, there was little that Ann wouldn't say, and she began saying it.
"Hey, come on, Jack. I want to be fucked!"
Jack was almost startled by the intrusion on his thoughts. He laughed a little, thinking that the kind of thought in which he had just indulged, on the brink of fucking a woman, was one of the small, but priceless luxuries of a Saturday with nothing to do, and all the time in the world.
At least, it seemed that way to him.
He got down on his knees, and worked his body between her out-spread legs, enjoying the sight of her wet and wanting twat, which twinkled at him pinkly.
He started to rub his cock head against her meat.
Ann moaned, and lay back, surrendering to the hot wet contact of his bulbous cock with her pussy.
He tickled her already inflamed clitoris with it. The tip of it was moist, drooling pre-come juices.
"Oh, how I wish that cock of yours were in me!" she gasped. Her ass was bouncing up and down on the floor, as Jack continued to stimulate her.
"You will!" Jack said, his voice husky with desire. "Just wait."
"I don't want to wait," Ann moaned, trying to aim her tiny, drooling hole at his cock, to drive it into her.
Jack moaned. Her cunt looked ripe and red, the flaming, sexy gash inciting Jack's cock to riot. Her cunt was sopping, a mixture of Jack's and her own juices.
Jack smiled.
"If your little sex mouth were capable of talking, its vocabulary would consist of four-letter words only."
"You can bet your balls on that!" she said.
"I wouldn't bet the family jewels on a sure thing, unless I were on the winning end of the bet!" Jack exclaimed, as he finally pressed his meat against her drooling pussy hole.
Jack's very powerful arms supported him, his toes firm on the floor, as he started to push his massive prick into her wet sexy nest. He looked as if he were doing push-ups, but instead of rising and falling, he was sliding forward and back, as he drove inch after inch of his massive meat into Ann's tight, willing cunt.
His rock-hard prick swooshed over Ann's clit, like a bird skirting the ocean waves. He alternated his strokes, making some of them shallow, and driving Ann into a squealing tit of frustration, and other times slamming deeply into her, causing her body to bounce back and forth on the floor, with the violence of his thrust.
S It was a superb way to tease her, this quick penetration and exit, and then the full thrust inward.
And Jack loved to tease like this.
"Arggh!" Ann would growl, as she felt his cock drive deeply into her wanting womanhood.
Ann got hotter and hotter, and her writhing motions became more and more frenzied as her fiery lust built in her.
Her breasts heaved, bobbing to and fro on her soft chest. Her mouth opened wide, while her long tongue, flicked in and out of her mouth, moistening her passion-dry lips. Her eyes rolled in her sockets, a sure sign to Jack that she was on the verge of coming.
Her arms flailed on the floor. At one point, she came in contact with the discarded dildo.
To Jack's surprise, she grabbed it and put the inanimate object, still covered with her come cream, into her mouth.
She sucked on it as if it were a huge dick, her mouth making wet sucking noises. Since it was still covered with her come juice, she was reminded momentarily of Suzanne, a long-time female lover whom she hadn't seen for some time.
In a unique way, it also represented to her another form of masturbation.
While one of her hands pumped the dildo in and out of her hungry mouth, the other hand manipulated her jugs. Her nipples were incredibly hard and puckered.
She writhed on the floor as if she were possessed. Jack leaned down and flicked his tongue out at her pumping hand Ann removed the dildo, and her flicking tongue lashed at the tip of Jack's tongue. She moaned, and Ann went even wilder, as Jack's cock thrust in and out of her with increasing frenzy.
Suddenly she gasped, and her writhing stopped.
"Jack, slop!" she gasped.
"What?"
"I want to put this in my asshole," she said.
Jack was stunned with the idea, but also more than a little intrigued with it.
"I'll turn over," Ann instructed, and you shove it in. Then I'll get on my back again and you can fuck me."
"Wow!" Jack gasped.
Ann handed him the dildo, and turned over, presenting her luscious ass to Jack.
Jack spat on the tip of it, and then parted her ass cheeks, exposing the puckered brown ring of her asshole.
Carefully, he probed the opening with the dildo's tip. Ann helped by spreading her ass cheeks far apart.
The dildo seemingly had a life of its own. It entered gradually, and with each inch that pushed into her spreading ass, Ann let out a deep, ecstatic gasp.
It was sliding in better than Jack expected. What he didn't realize was that Ann had some experience in com-holing.
She had learned after a lot of painful experiences how to undulate her belly, almost like a belly dancer's, which assisted the passage inward of the brutally large intruder.
It did cause her a measure of pain at first, but it was the type of pain conducive to pleasure. She knew it would eventually become an indescribably intense erotic pleasure.
"Are you O.K.?" Jack asked, when he heard her moan loudly.
"Yes, yes!" Ann gasped. "Get some hot water."
Jack, having inserted the dildo to its base, got up and poured some very hot water into a pitcher and brought it back to Ann.
Jack was getting more and more inflamed, just thinking of what was going to come next.
The dildo, a Swedish one, had attached to the base, rubber testicles, which were hollow and could be filled with water or other liquids. If the user squeezed hard at the right moment, releasing the liquid, which spewed up the rubber shaft, it would feel almost like a man coming.
It was hard for her to remain still while Jack filled the rubber balls of the dildo. He had to hold Ann down with one hand while pouring the liquid in with the other.
"O.K.," he said, as he put the cork back into the tiny hole through which the water was poured. "We're all set."
Ann turned over onto her back, but she had to hold her legs high in the air, and very wide apart, so that the dildo wouldn't slip out. Jack found a pillow, and slipped it under her quivering, come-soaked ass.
He leaned back for a moment, savoring the obscene sight of Ann, her ass arched upward, her legs far apart, with her ass stuffed with a dildo.
Anything could happen now, and Jack was willing to be surprised.
Whatever happened, he knew it would be good.
He entered her almost violently, with one long, strong lunge. He almost caused her head to bang against the wall as her body bounced with the strength of his thrust.
He began to pump her rhythmically, his ass cheeks rising and falling as he pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt.
Ann moaned, and made sexy noises with each thrust. She was much too excited with what was happening to remain silent.
The pressure was incredible, as Jack's cock stuffed her cunt, and the dildo stuffed her asshole. Her lover pounded away, lost himself in the erotic moment.
He kissed her on every inch of flesh he could reach. He fondled her tits, which looked as if they had swelled to twice their normal size, bloated with her rampant lust. He bit on her nipples, and Ann shuddered. Then his tongue fucked her ears, first one and then the other.
The hot moistness of his tongue added another kink to her pleasure. Her head tossed and turned wildly, and as her sexual frenzy intensified, her head moved faster.
Her orgasm slowly started to climb. Her moaning became wails, and screams of joy. Her breathing became heavier, and her movements were almost spastic.
Jack reached between their bodies and gripped the rubber balls of the dildo, waiting for the right moment.
He had the delicious problem of deciding whether to use the hot water as a stimulus for Ann's orgasm, or to wait until she had already come, before releasing the hot water, thus prolonging her pleasure.
In the meantime, he moved the dildo around, causing it to abrade Ann's inflamed ass. Ann reacted in a way that made his recent sexual dilemma useless.
She started to come, violently, wildly.
Jack squeezed the balls hard, and the hot water spurted through the dildo and into Ann's accepting asshole. Ann felt the water flowing into her bowels, and her orgasm rippled through her, growing in intensity.
Jack felt his own balls chum up their heavy load as he continued to squeeze the bulbs filled with water. Then he started to spew his own gism deep into her.
Ann went crazy, as she felt the liquid pouring into her cunt and her rectum at the same time. She screamed wildly, and writhed violently under Jack's hard-humping body.
While her orgasm continued, Jack pumped her furiously. Her ass convulsed so violently with sympathetic pleasure as her orgasmic spasms rippled through her cunt that she almost ejected the dildo, which was still doing its work; releasing an occasional spurt of hot water.
Jack's thrusting eased up somewhat as he emptied his balls into Ann's willing pussy.
When he finally stopped, Ann moaned and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him ardently, covering every inch of his face with moist wet kisses.
"That was fantastic!" she gasped in his ear, tonguing it. "I love you for that."
"If we had orgasms like that every time... "
"We'd be dead before we were thirty," Ann finished for him.
"I don't care. It would be worth it," Jack said, as he started to catch his breath.
The two of them lay together, savoring their closeness, and the post-fuck glow which filled them.
"Wouldn't it be awful if we couldn't have orgasms when we became middle-aged," Ann mused.
"Hah! Impossible, if you're not up-tight to begin with," Jack said. "Look at my father, and my grandfather!"
"What would we do with all our time?" she asked forlornly.
"Go to the movies, and to Times Square to watch others do it," Jack said philosophically. He was far from being prone to speculate on loss of sexual prowess in his old age.
"That might be fun," Ann admitted. "At least, for a little while. Then I think I'd get jealous."
She thought for a moment, running her tongue along Jack's sensuous lips.
"I hope I have money to hire some young studs to take care of me."
Jack looked down at her.
"Would you like to go to a live sex act tonight? I know a club, a very private one--a whore house to be exact--that has one every night. We could take Suzanne. You haven't seen her for a long time, and you've been talking about her a lot lately."
When they had fucked another time, Ann went to the phone, and made the date with Suzanne.
Later, Jack and Ann, dressed to the nines, stood in the lobby while the doorman hailed a cab. The night was clear and comfortably cool for July. A cool breeze blew from the river.
They were headed for Suzanne's place, an apartment on the upper East Side, not far from the private club they were going to visit.
Ann looked stunning in her long white gown. Although it wasn't immediately visible, the long pleats were slit up to her thighs in two places. They showed quite a bit of handsome leg when the breeze blew, and as she got into the cab, the doorman stared, as the folds of the material parted, revealing her creamy white thigh.
Jack noticed the doorman's gaze, and became angry, slightly jealous.
The taxi driver stared, too, but more discreetly. He used his long rear view mirror, and for the first few blocks, he had trouble keeping his eyes on the road.
Ann's legs weren't the only thing worth attention. Jack savored her beauty, unmindful of the lustful gaze of the cab driver in the rear-view mirror.
She wore a thin wrap, which had slipped down to her elbows. The dress was extremely low-cut, with a built in half-bra, which uplifted her breasts, revealing their magnificent cleavage, as well as the soft burgeoning mound of the upper half. They almost shimmered with creamy loveliness, and Jack's mouth watered as he looked at them.
He wanted to reach out and touch.
A shiny gold pendant hung between her deep cleft, enticing eyes to probe deeper into her lush mammary wealth. It was studded with a ruby, her favorite gem.
As the taxi bounced over the pot-holed New York streets, Ann's breasts bounced, further titillating Jack and the cab driver, who had a raging erection.
Her features in profile, which was how Jack was looking at her, were perfection itself, of a cameo ivory regularity that invited day-dreaming about the time when King Arthur reigned, and the Court of Love was uppermost in the heart of knights, looking for lovely ladies to love.
Jack's lust mounted. He wondered why in hell he had suggested going out, when he could have been back at her apartment, fucking the life out of her.
Her skin was soft and satin smooth, unmarred by any irregularity. It invited caressing.
As Jack's eyes moved downward, over her leg, which showed, since the fold of fabric had parted when she sat, he realized as he looked at her lovely feet, encased in white sandals, that they were as exquisitely molded as the rest of her.
She wore several rings. Her hands were exceptionally beautiful, and Ann knew it. She used her hands to advantage whenever she could, in bed and out of it.
Unable to resist, Jack leaned over, and embraced her tightly, hotly, bestowing a lusty kiss on her cheek, afraid to even touch her mouth. His fantasies right now were of pressing her luscious body into the seat of the cab, and fucking her furiously.
"How beautiful you are!" he said, his voice low and appreciative.
Ann's eyes glowed.
"I know," she said, smiling.
Jack laughed, showing straight white strong, even teeth.
"You're pretty handsome yourself. I think every woman we meet tonight will just die to fuck you!" she said.
"I couldn't ask for anything more, especially if they allow me to fuck them in front of their dates."
Jack was thinking about some of the activities that went on at the private club to which he was taking the two women. His cock started to harden, and throb.
He wondered how willing Ann would be to indulge.
He was quite sure he didn't have to worry about her. She would go along with any sexual game.
'They have a prize for the best-looking man " Jack said. "He gets to go to bed with the woman of his choice."
"Oh, yes? Don't they have a prize for the best-looking girl?"
"Absolutely not. This is a man's whorehouse!" Jack said, laughing.
"What a predicament! I guess I'll just have to make love to Suzanne. I expect your cock to be buried up some twat all night long."
The cab pulled up in front of Suzanne's apartment house, and the handsome couple got out.
Ann was excited. She had missed her friend, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. They used to have a lot of good times together, and on occasion, Jack would take Suzanne along with them when they went out to various places.
They walked into the lobby, and headed for the bank of elevators.
Ann pressed the button, conscious of Jack beside her, and waited impatiently for it to come, to take them to Suzanne's apartment.
CHAPTER FOUR
Suzanne, Ann's long-time friend, was also an aspiring actress once. She, too, had been a call girl like Ann. She had given it up at exactly the same time.
She had given it up at the same time Ann did, and for the same reasons.
Ann and Suzanne, who had been sharing a West Side apartment for several years, had been approached by a theatrical agent, a seedy man whose connection with show business was tenuous. Everybody knew it, but he was used on occasion by starving actors and actresses, particularly actresses.
He had told them in his unctuous, almost sickening way that if they were interested he could get them some extra pin money.
He assured them that lie didn't want to push them, but it was obvious that he was interested, and it was also obvious to the two girls, exactly what it was he wanted of them.
He picked the perfect time to approach them. And he knew it. Ann later suspected it. As a theatrical agent, he would know just who was down and out and susceptible to his infamous propositions.
Suzanne and Ann, who usually made rounds together, had been hired as part of the chorus line of a Broadway musical which had closed two weeks after it had opened.
Before that, they had been unemployed, with the exception of occasional understudy work, or extra roles for six months.
Their prospects were obviously bleak, and their past promised nothing better for their present.
They didn't want to go through another eternity of unemployment.
So they phoned the man, saying that they wanted a date. The telephone language was always circumspect. Their stipulation was that they wanted to go out together. They had discussed it, and decided they didn't have sufficient courage to face this sexual unknown alone.
The following week, they received a letter from the theatrical agent, containing instructions on behavior, payment, and what to do if they got into trouble. It was all the information that any successful call girl would need.
The envelope even contained a self-addressed envelope in which they were to enclose the agent's share of the payment.
He told them how much to charge, and how much extra to add to the bill for certain extraordinary acts, which they were not required to perform.
They would be contacted when he had work for them. A letter or card would be slipped into their mailbox early in the morning, telling them where to go, and when, and to whom.
Once they had been working for him for several months, and he knew they could be trusted, he would contact them by phone or personal visit.
And he also informed them, finally, that while it was up to them to forward his share of the earnings, which was exactly half, they would risk a lot by short-changing them. He hastened to assure them that he checked on his clients frequently, and therefore knew how much each girl worked, and how well.
Enclosed with the letter of instruction was a small white business card, which instructed them to go to the Americana Hotel, Room 911 at eleven p.m. on Friday night.
They were to dress unostentatiously, but they were to bring sexy lingerie with them and a dildo. They were to go up to the room one at a time.
"He's certainly cautious!" Suzanne exclaimed after reading the various notes.
"It's almost like dealing with the CIA," Ann answered.
"It's funny how careful he is when everyone in town, or at least in theater, knows what he's up to."
"That's why he's never been caught," Ann said.
Ann and Suzanne went to their first assignation, having followed the man's instructions to the letter.
A middle-aged man answered the door, when Ann knocked. She had gone up first.
He was wearing an expensive pin-striped suit, and his hair was long and fashionably cut and styled.
Behind him stood another man, dressed in similar fashion, but slightly younger.
"Hello," the man who answered the door said, leering at Ann. "Let me guess. You're Suzanne!"
"Ann," she said, dryly. She put a pleasant smile on for the man, however.
The man introduced himself as Roger Sharp. It was a contrived name. But as the John in this questionable arrangement, he definitely had the upper hand.
She walked into the room, her high heels sinking into the thick carpet. She threw her bag onto the blue sofa.
"How do you do," Ann said. "My friend will be up shortly. Let me use your phone for a moment, will you?"
"Sure," answered the second man, who introduced himself as William Thorpe.
Ann picked up the phone, and dialed a number in a booth where Suzanne was waiting.
"Hello, Suzanne? It's O.K. Come on up."
When Suzanne got there, Ann was already up to her neck in sex.
The two men, very homy single businessmen from the midwest, had been waiting for this moment since they came to the city several days before on business.
She sat in the middle of the sofa, a man on either side of her. They had their hands all over her, feeling her tits over her tight sweater, and inching their hands between her thighs.
Roger was searching her mouth with his tongue when the doorbell rang.
"Get it, will you, Bill?" he said. "I'm busier than you are."
"Shit, it's always me!" Bill said, getting up reluctantly and going to the door. He appeared to be used to being treated that way. Roger was probably his boss, Ann thought, as Roger pushed her Hat down on the couch, and began to remove her clothing.
Suzanne, coming in while Roger was disrobing Ann, was a little taken aback. She had envisioned a more relaxed atmosphere. She had visions of a few quiet drinks, and then each of them repairing with their sexual partner to a bedroom, to carry on the affair discreetly.
When William greeted her at the door, his cock was hanging out of his open fly, and his shirt was already hanging over his pants.
"Welcome, honey," he said, with a leer that sent shivers up and down Suzanne's back.
Suzanne was a little afraid.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she heard the man undressing Ann say.
Ann appeared to be hot herself. She had been reluctant to tell Suzanne exactly how she felt, but the truth of the matter was, it was not just financial distress which drove her to her new occupation.
The idea of fucking an absolute stranger in a hotel room for money had turned her on fiercely.
It had even turned out better than she hoped. The men were handsome and virile. She was, when he gave her the invitation to join him in the bedroom, fondling his cock very happily.
She almost led Roger into the bedroom, so eager was she for his meat.
She was even more excited when she found out that he wasn't her image of a John, a fat, slobbering ugly old man who couldn't get a woman any other way than to pay for her!
One of her favorite sexual fantasies was about to come true.
Roger grunted, as he fell with her on the bed.
She stroked his prick while he undressed her.
Within seconds, she had her clothes off, but laughingly resisted all of Ann's efforts to remove his clothes.
There was something indefinably erotic about Roger's remaining dressed, while she was completely nude beside him.
Her heat built.
Roger obviously wanted to play with her while she was completely nude. His cock throbbed painfully with his excitement, as Ann writhed gorgeously underneath him. The contrast between his fully-dressed body and her naked one turned him on as much as it did Ann.
Ann felt like a temptress, and at the same time, like a sex slave.
Roger inserted his penis in Ann's soaking wet cunt, and began to fuck her. Ann came almost immediately, but Roger fucked her good and hard for a long, long time before he let loose with his steaming load of jizz.
They had just finished round two when William entered.
He was completely naked.
Roger laughed, and got out of the bed, and went into the other room to Suzanne. William took Roger's place, falling on top of Ann, and inserting his penis immediately into her still-creaming vagina.
Soon the sound of two couples groaning filled the hotel suite.
Ann was beginning to get tired, for all the good fucking she had had, when both men, hard and full of energy took on Ann together.
She was more than willing.
She assumed a doggie position, on all fours, in the large double bed of Roger's room.
Roger got up On the bed, and leaned against the head board, his cock aiming directly at Ann's mouth.
She looked at its pulsing length, at the drooling drop of pre-come which gleamed at the tip of it, and she salivated.
Roger grunted, and moved forward slightly, while Ann moved forward to meet his raging phallus.
Seconds later, she had his cock in her mouth, and was sucking on it noisily. Roger started to moan, and his excitement raised Ann's temperature to a sexual pitch which was just short of delirium.
"Ohh," he moaned. "That's so good, Ann. Oh, Ann, yeah, babe, keep it up. Ohhh, yeah, your mouth! I can't wait to come in your beautiful mouth. It's like you have two cunts."
Ann had been complimented on this talent before, many, many times, but each time it always had the desired effect.
She sucked harder and swallowed faster, driving her mouth forward to impale her throat on Roger's massive prick.
William entered her from the back. She felt his hard, flat chest pressing against her ass buns, felt his hands prying apart her ass cheeks.
She grunted against Roger's cock when she felt his cock slam into her. He missed on his first try, his cock head pressing against Ann's ass hole. That was not his desired object, but Ann wouldn't have objected.
He gripped his cock at the base, and aimed it at her cunt. Ann moaned as her pussy walls spread to accommodate his thick prick.
He had a large dick. It was larger than Roger's dick, larger than any dick that Ann had ever seen in her life.
It felt as if she were stuffed with two dicks, as his throbbing tool slithered into her creaming pussy, the hard shaft stretching her pussy walls wide, the sides of his fuck tool massaging her itchy cunt.
For one brief moment, she stopped sucking on Roger's dick, adding to his pleasure by causing a slight frustration. He had nearly approached the point of coming violently and he was looking forward to it.
His dick gleamed in the light, covered with Ann's saliva.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" she hissed, as she felt William's dick slide into her, stuffing her tightly, "where did you ever get a tool like that? Oh, yes, shove it in as far as it will go!" she gasped, wriggling her ass cheeks backward.
"I want to feel you dick coming out my throat. I want to feel the tip of your dick touch the tip of Roger's dick!"
She was in a sexual frenzy the likes of which she had seldom experienced.
William laughed and his balls pressed against Ann's secret flesh.
"I'm not quite going to make it!" he said. He loved the sensation so much that his ears rang, and he barely heard Ann, even though she was screaming.
"I don't want to hurt you," William said. "I almost killed Suzanne with it at first, but she got used to it," he explained.
"But it took some time," Suzanne said.
Ann turned around. Suzanne was standing, naked in the doorway, and Ann felt even more sexual pleasure coursing through her at the thought that her friend was watching.
"If you think you can take it, I'll really give it to you," William invited.
"Oh, yes, honey, give it to me-hard!"
It was funny, Ann thought, to hear the twangy midwestern accents of herself and Suzanne amid the swank furnishings and ebullient, paid-for sex of the Americana Hotel.
William forced his big dick deeply into Ann's gaping cunt, which closed around it tightly. It barely fit. It wasn't until many masturbating sessions with the giant dildo which Jack gave her as a gift that she became large enough to comfortably accommodate a prick as large as William's.
"Oh, this fucking is unbelievable!" Roger gasped, as Ann's mouth closed in around his cock again, and she began to suck inch after inch of it into her mouth.
"Girls sure don't ball like this back where we hail from!" William said, grunting. He grasped Ann by her slender haunches, and pulled her even more tightly into his hairy groin.
Ann felt his hairy pubes slamming into her. In her excitement, she got more and more hungry to feel Roger's cock plugging her throat.
She bobbed up and down on his throbbing, thick dick, as William's dick plowed in and out of the wet meadow of her womanhood.
It was at this moment that Ann admitted to herself what she had long suspected: that she was a raving little nymphomaniac.
"Oh, fabulous!" Suzanne gasped. She stood in the doorway, watching the scene, and nibbing her well-fucked little muff.
William pumped away at Ann, whose ass bucked backward lewdly into the man's abdomen. Her pussy cream poured out of her well-stuffed cunt. The room became redolent with the fragrance of man juice and pussy cream.
Suzanne was adding to it, as she continued to rub up and down her swollen pink pussy.
William obviously knew what he was doing, because Ann went crazy on his pumping cock.
His cock pumped in and out of her with sure, skilled thrusts. He seemed to know how to move his cock, because Ann felt as if every inch of her inner flesh was being massaged by the huge raging phallus which pistoned in and out of her.
At the other end of her undulating body, Roger was having his own fun. His face was contorted in an expression of unbridled lust, which defied description.
It turned Ann on just to look at him and see the effects of her cock-sucking.
Ann had pried between Roger's asshole, and thrust her index finger into his asshole. She swirled it around and around, adding to his fleshy pleasure.
She sucked his dick as if her mouth had become a tremendous vacuum.
"Ohh, lady! What a mouth you have. What a mouth! Keep sucking!"
Both men began to grunt and groan. Ann was having so much fun that she decided to prolong their sweet agony. She loosened her cuntal grip on William's cock, so that the pressure wasn't so intense, and she softened her sucking motions on Roger's cock.
Both men gyrated more furiously, as they felt the pressure ease up, but it certainly didn't stop their lust, or their need to come.
Ann teased them wildly. The room was filled with wet sucking sounds, as William's cock plowed in and out of Ann's sopping wet cunt, and Ann's mouth moved up and down noisily on Roger's raging cock.
Roger's pre-come was beginning to ooze more and more freely from his come slit. Ann gripped the base of his cock, and kneaded it. Roger grunted.
Ann felt herself beginning to come. Behind her, still in the doorway, leaning against it now, Suzanne's hand was a blur of motion. It gleamed with the juices which poured lavishly from her aroused cunt as she watched the three on the bed go to it.
If this were prostitution, the reluctant Suzanne thought, then she liked it. She wondered if all the clients were as nice as these two, and as good-looking. Her common good sense told her this would not be the case; that their first venture into the world of female degradation had been a good experience for both of them, but that there would be clients who would be more of a chore than a pleasure.
In the meantime, Suzanne thought, as her overheated twat began to quiver in the throes of beginning orgasm, she would take the best and the good where it came as compensation. And then there was the money. William had already promised her a fifty dollar tip over and above the fee. That was money free and clear, and it would help pay the rent.
Ann was making strange, sexy strangled sounds, as she bounced her ass backward into William's hairy groin, and then bobbed forward to take in all of Roger's cock. There was a thin trickle of saliva coursing down from the comer of her mouth.
She could tell from the way William's cock was swelling in her cunt that he was about to shoot his load. She could tell from the increased strength of the throbbing in Roger's cock that he was about to spew his heavy gism into her throat.
She tried to time it so that they would both come at the same time. Carefully orchestrating her backward and forward undulations, she stimulated both men, until they were wild with their lust and their desire.
Behind her, she heard Suzanne moan. She couldn't watch Suzanne coming, and she was disappointed in that. It would have added to the erotic frenzy in which Ann was wallowing at that moment.
But the sounds of Suzanne's orgasm further incensed Ann. _ Both men shot at the same time, and as William's gism washed against her overheated pussy walls, Ann started to come herself.
Her own orgasm shot through her, taking control of her body. She was no longer conscious of what she did to either men, but she did what came naturally, and both men enjoyed her orgasm for the physical response that gave them more pleasure.
Her mouth sucked more and more violently on Roger's spewing prick. Her cuntal walls gripped greedily at William's massive peter, as it deposited loads of steaming gism deep into her convulsing cunt.
Roger was shooting too much jizz for Ann to swallow it all. ft poured out of her mouth in spite of her valiant efforts to consume the entire amount, and then it dribbled down her chin, onto her jiggling tits.
The three of them made the bed bounce wildly, in their gyrations and contortions, as they came.
Roger's hips slammed upward. He had braced his hands behind him, digging them into the mattress and he was fucking Ann's mouth brutally. William had gripped Ann's haunches with bruising force, as he felt his balls eject their heavy hot load into her creaming, convulsing cunt.
Ann humped back and forth, feeling as if she were drowning in a sea of jizz, lost in her own sexuality, in the heat of the moment.
She forgot everything but the cock in her mouth and the cock in her cunt. Her joy rose until it burned through her. She became a wild woman.
Her orgasm rose upward to the apex, and then started to slide downward, leaving behind a warm residue of after-fuck pleasure, which kept her body, covered with her sex sweat, trembling.
Suzanne let out a scream. Her orgasm which had started before the orgasms of the three on the bed, had been prolonged. Her body humped up and down. She was bent over double, leaning against the door.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as her own orgasm peaked, and then started to descend, leaving delicious rills of pleasure coursing through her.
The four libertines were finally quiet, with the exception of their harsh passion-spent breathing. Their bodies still quivered with their sexual fulfillment.
As Suzanne looked at the three on the bed, she thought it was a shame they hadn't brought a tape recorder along, to send a recording to their agent. Not only would it prove their abilities as call girls, but it also might say something for their abilities as actresses.
But that would be only if they wanted to do porn movies.
That first night started their careers as call girls. In no time at all, they became the favorite girls of the agent, and their hourly rate rose to two hundred dollars. Over and above that, they were earning lavish extras in tips for their enthusiasm.
They became involved with all types of men, in all types of sex. There was nothing they wouldn't do.
They went to orgies where they were the only girls, and they would take on as many as twelve men. They also went to orgies where there would be twelve women and only two men, and again they would take on everyone.
The money poured in.
Suzanne and Ann soon started making love to each other.
Ann smiled a secret smile to herself, as they rose in the elevator to Suzanne's apartment.
Suzanne was every bit as pretty as Ann, in a different way. She wondered vaguely how her friend would be dressed.
She was excited, and the excitement wasn't purely emotional. It was also sexual.
Suzanne had a habit of wearing see-through tops and tight, embroidered dungarees. As a matter of fact, Ann thought, Suzanne had started the fad of wearing dress-up denims. She appeared at a lot of discos in them, and created a sensation.
Suzanne was more a hippie-type than Ann, whose tastes ran along conventional lines. She had long, free-flowing thick blonde hair that fell in lovely curls around her shoulders and then flowed in waves to her waist.
Her breasts were larger than Ann's, firm, pear-shaped, and magnificent. They jutted out of her see-through tops in a manner that would start a riot in the most conventional and staid of public places.
When the two of them made love, Ann invariably fixated on those two breasts. She would suck on them for hours. When they fell asleep together, after hours of grueling love-making, both of them exhausted with the multiple orgasms they gave each other, she would rest on them. She loved to suck the nipples.
She was thinking, as they got out of the elevator, and walked down the hall, that perhaps tonight she would have an opportunity to make love to her friend again. It had been several weeks since they had seen each other.
She couldn't wait!
The door to Suzanne's apartment opened almost immediately, when Jack rang the bell.
"Hi, darling!" she said, her face flushed and bright.
The two of them embraced, their tits flattening out with the pressure of their, hug.
Jack watched the two incredibly gorgeous women, knowing the kind of relationship they had, and his cock pulsed painfully, steadily in his tux trousers.
He had a feeling that he was in for an exceptionally sexy night, and the very thought of it, while he savored the sight of the two women kissing each other passionately, made him more and more aroused.
He didn't feel jealous or left out. He felt as if he were a part of this menage a trois. And if they didn't invite him to be part of it, he intended to invite himself.
He was beside himself with lust, both for Ann and the lovely Suzanne, and their sexual attraction to each other only added fuel to the flames of his lust, as it coursed through his indefatigable loins.
Jack never seemed to have enough. It was one reason Ann and he got along so well--one of the several rather important reasons why Ann and he got along so well. Ann never had enough herself!
Tonight Jack felt as if he were going to get more than enough, and he was ready!
CHAPTER FIVE
The cab pulled up at the club, which was in an unassuming, apparently unrenovated brownstone on East Sixty-fourth Street.
The three got out and walked to the second floor, where in the style of a speak-easy, a large metal peephole slid open, and a pair of large, inquisitive eyes stared at them.
"Yes?" spoke the voice from behind the door.
The voice was muffled by what was obviously a thick metal door.
Jack had been there several times, and knew the story. The place was extremely well protected.
The protection served no practical purpose except, perhaps, to give the club's clientele a sense of security. The days of gang wars and territorial battles for control were over, and the club was well established, prosperous, and unmolested, either by the police, or any other underworld element who might have wanted a cut of the phenomenal profits of the place.
And if by chance the police, well paid-off, or the underworld heavies who barrel through the world looking for prey should attack, there was a secret exit in a wall behind the small carpeted stage.
Behind it, a new apartment building had risen. This had once effectively cut off the escape hatch. But the owner had merely rented the apartment nearest the escape hatch, and put in a new door.
The place was full. If one knew one's personalities, every type of person would be recognized, from highly placed political personages, entertainment figures, and society people. If they were ever raided, the scandal would be far-reaching, devastating.
Jack answered the voice behind the door.
"It's me, Mike. Jack, recognize me? These two are my friends. We're here for the show."
"Oh, yeah, Jack, come on in."
He opened the heavy metal door, which creaked on its hinges, and the three walked in.
"The show is about to begin," Mike informed them. He pointed to some seats.
"You can sit over there."
The three made their way through the crowded smoky room to a table in a dark comer, only a few feet from the stage.
The ornate room was decorated lavishly. It contained a small ten-foot-square stage. It was faced by about twenty-five chairs, and, peering through the darkness, Jack saw that they were all taken.
He looked for people he knew.
Spotting a couple in the back, he waved discreetly, and sat down.
He turned to the girls.
"Jim and Veronica are here. Maybe we could join them later."
"No, thanks," Ann said, leaning back in her chair. "I don't like the way he fucks. And Veronica is always jealous of me. She hates it when I touch him."
"Suit yourself," he declared, as he sat down. "It seems like an interesting place," Suzanne said looking around. She realized, with her see-through top, that she was an object of admiration for most of the men in the house.
She wondered at Ann's response. Suzanne didn't have a jealous bone in her body, or so she thought, and she wondered at the absurd little hostilities that thrived in most male-female relationships.
If she had learned anything from her stint as a call girl, it was that jealousy is a rather stupid emotion that doesn't mean anything, but which causes a lot of trouble when it rears its ugly head.
Jack, noting Suzanne's active interest, leaned forward.
"Wait till the smoke clears, and you can see just how interesting this place is," he said in a conspiratorial tone of voice.
The room was indeed smothered in cigarette and cigar smoke.
It hung over the room like a thick London fog.
Huge waves of it rose to the ceiling from every section of the room, and hung in the air, making a kaleidoscope of patterns in gray, black, and white, which only added to the dense atmosphere in the room.
Through the haze, nude waitresses could be seen winding their way through the small, tense crowd.
They carried order pads and pencils only. The drinks were served on glass platters. Jack always enjoyed looking through the glass platters, usually placed against the waitress's belly, to stare at the furry muffs. It was a titillating grace note to their "attire."
Whenever they went to a table, they were invariably man-handled by the men, and frequently by the women.
Ann was slightly shocked, and surprised at her reaction. She had never been here before. It was Jack's hideout, and she knew he came here frequently. Given Ann's mode of life, she couldn't understand the slightly turned-off attitude she spotted in herself.
Perhaps it was just too much of it. But even that didn't make sense. Ann had been to orgies and become totally sexually involved in them. This time, though, she was an observer, watching others become involved, while she remained slightly distant.
As Ann watched, a young girl, barely out of her teens, walked up to a table. The girl leaned forward and placed the drinks and chasers on the table. Her hair skimmed the shoulder of one of the male guests.
He quickly placed his arm around her waist, and playfully pushed her into his lap. Ann could hear her silvery peel of laughter. She was not objecting.
As she watched, Ann, for all her up-tightness about the place, felt her pussy cream. The man kissed the girl on the Ups, one of his hands covering one of her full breasts.
She responded, and occasionally, as they kissed, Ann caught a glimpse of wet tongue, as the two invaded each other's mouth.
Then the man reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He gave her a bill, very openly, so that anyone who was interested could see. She took it, and then Ann watched the man jump in his chair.
Since one of the girl's hands had disappeared, Ann assumed that it was at the man's crotch.
She heard the laughter of both of them.
The girl turned to face the man, straddling his hips with her bare feet planted firmly on the floor.
As Ann watched, the girl rose slightly, and the man's hand disappeared. A shiver ran down Ann's spine. She knew that the man had gripped his cock at its base, and aimed it at the girl's wide-open pussy. Again she felt a gush of syrup flowing from her cunt, as she saw the sudden change of expression on the girl's face.
The girl lowered herself, and then the two of them undulated sensually on the chair. Ann could almost feel the man's cock rubbing in and out of the girl's cunt. Her face was flushed, the man's shoulders were tense with pre-orgasmic tension. Soon the undulating motions became more and more frenetic.
A quickie! And right in front of dozens of people, who barely paid attention.
Suzanne had also seen it, and the effect on her was the same, as Ann noted.
Ann turned to Jack.
"That's incredible!" she gasped.
Jack smiled.
"What kind of a place have you taken us to, you beast?" Suzanne quipped.
Jack's eyes moved over the crowd to the fucking waitress and guest, and he laughed.
"That's nothing," he said, amused at their titillation. "Wait till you see the show."
"I can imagine!" Suzanne laughed.
'There's even an audience talent show," Jack said.
"You're kidding!" Ann exclaimed.
"Of course I am," Jack teased.
Ann was losing her initial shock, and becoming involved in what was going on around her.
The room reeked of sex.
She was not certain whether Jack was kidding or not. She suspected he wasn't.
"They look like babies, the waitresses," Suzanne commented.
"They are," Jack said. "They all have to be twenty and under."
"Are they kidnapped?" Suzanne asked, pursuing her quest for titillating knowledge about the place. In all her time as a call girl, she had never encountered anything like this and it fascinated her.
"Oh, no! None of that white slavery crap," Jack said. 'They pay so much here and the girls earn so much in tips that there's a waiting list of applicants to work here."
"For instance," Jack said, returning his attention to the girl and guy who had been fucking. The girl had now risen off the man's lap.
"He probably gave her a hundred dollar bill for that favor. That's the going rate in this place. A feel is only worth five dollars, although by today's standards, that's not a bad tip, either."
He was still describing the various facets of the operation, when a very handsome man, dressed in a white tuxedo, appeared on the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?"
The noise in the club continued unabated. Somewhere near the back, a loud, carnal groan resounded, and someone cheered.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the show is about to begin."
The audience started to calm down, and the waitresses disappeared.
"Miss Sarah would like to welcome you all to her club tonight. I notice a lot of regulars out there in the audience."
He waved to a few but did not call out any names.
"We have quite a show for you this time around. We've been working on it for a couple of weeks."
The crowd laughed. There was an ironic tinge to the laughter.
"So without further ado," the announcer continued, "allow me to present, straight from the bedrooms, whore houses, and strip joints of New York, our big Fuck Review!"
Spotlights hit the stage.
Rock music blared from the huge speakers.
Four stunning, Las Vegas type show girls appeared on the stage. They were dressed in silver and gold G-strings, and black fishnet stockings.
They wore long white gloves, and strands of gleaming pearls around their necks.
All of them had long, flowing flaxen hair, which cascaded down over their shoulders, and reached to their waists.
They were gorgeously built, and the effect of their basically simple attire was absolutely stunning, and highly erotic.
They spent the first ten minutes dancing, with extreme competence, without being particularly erotic. Again the effect was devastating. The audience stirred, and even Ann felt her heat rise.
Beside her, she could hear Jack breathing rather heavily, and Ann had a gleaming moustache of sex sweat on her lovely upper lip. Ann licked her lips. She had the impulse to reach over, and lick the sweat off Suzanne's lips, to feel the softness of her friend's mouth against hers.
As the dancing continued, the girls started to move closer and closer to each other, and then they began with subtle movements to touch each other. Once in a while, a girl stopped dancing to caress and kiss another girl's tit.
Suzanne looked over at Ann, and Ann gasped when she saw the look of excitement and lust in the woman's eyes.
At a pre-determined moment, they all took off their G-strings, and flung them into the audience. They were wildly applauded.
The action was stepping up. Ann could almost feel the beat of the pulsing cocks in the room. The muffs of the girls were as flaxen as their hair. Occasionally as they gyrated and did hip grinds, she could the faintest suggestion of pink prissy flesh.
The women kicked off their heels. Their legs rose high in the air in a choreographed move which briefly displayed their sex flesh. There was no mistaking the arousal in the four women. Their pink pussy flesh for that brief second, invited closer inspection, and definitely held the promise of sexual involvement later.
Their ample, firm tits swung lewdly with each of their motions, creating a tit-dance which was as stimulating as watching the rest of their bodies move.
Suddenly, a small rectangle of the stage rose into the air. On that platform was a large bed. The platform was raked forward, so that all of the bed was visible to the audience, and therefore, any activity which occurred on that bed would be equally visible.
The girls leaped on it.
As Ann watched with bated breath, the four gorgeous women combined wildly, in an utterly undistinguishable mass of arms, legs, and torsos.
Dildos appeared, huge multi-colored ones, all much larger than Ann's, which she thought was a champion of its kind.
The tallest girl became the object of the other three dancers' attention. They concentrated on her.
She was lying on the bed, her flaxen hair a golden halo around her lust-distorted face.
Her nether regions were exposed to the audience, her pink pussy meat spread wide open.
One of the girls knelt behind the woman, and put her head on her lap, so the audience could get a clearer view of her facial features, as another girl concentrated on her slit.
Very very slowly, the girl inserted a black dildo into her cunt. She attacked the woman's orifice with wild abandon. As the dildo moved inward, Ann's toes curled up in her shoes.
It was almost too much for her, watching someone else doing what she loved to do more than anything.
The third chorus girl was sucking on the woman's tits, making loud smacking noises with her mouth.
More and more of the black dildo disappeared slowly into the girl's cunt. As Ann watched it disappear, she felt a quiver in her own pussy. She couldn't believe that she would be so turned on by watching someone else having sex.
Her pussy quivered violently. Ann almost felt as if an orgasm were rumbling in the pit of her belly, just from watching!
The dildo was pushed in further, and the woman gasped. Her face showed her extreme sexual delight. The very expression was a turn-on.
The woman shoved the black dildo completely into her cunt, and then started to shove another dildo into her ass. Ann watched as the second dildo disappeared. The woman's quivering ass cheeks rose in the air, and she moaned loud. The audience, with the exception of their heavy breathing, was extremely quiet, all of a sudden, rapt in the scene before them.
Her asshole accepted the full length of the dildo with the same ease as her cunt had accepted the other dildo.
She now had two dildos in her body, and their effect on her was obvious. Jack and Suzanne were apparently as aroused as Ann. She really felt that she needed to come desperately, and she clutched her hands together tightly on the table, not wanting to free them to go to her overheated cunt meat.
Ann never realized that voyeurism could produce such supreme delight. And Ann thought that she had an incredible wealth of experience.
The woman on the stage, her nether holes thoroughly stuffed with the two dildos, was writhing wildly, as the girl who had inserted them started to pump them in and out.
Jack watched, as wildly aroused as Ann. He put his hand on Ann's leg and felt the tremor of excitement rippling through her muscles. She moved her leg closer to his and acted as though she had been waiting for him to make the play.
As Jack moved his hand slowly up Ann's thigh, still staring at the stage, he wondered how he could get a hand on Suzanne's cunt as well. It would be great, he thought, to have a finger of each hand buried in both their snatches.
His other hand moved under the table. Suzanne had pulled closer and closer to Ann as the proceedings on the stage continued, which made it easier for Jack.
Now, facing Suzanne, with his hand on her tight jean-covered leg, he thought how great it would be to fuck the both of them tonight.
Or maybe even alone. He looked at Suzanne, her lush breasts, her heaving chest. It wasn't that he didn't care for Ann. He did--more than he cared to admit.
But he was beginning to wonder what it would be like to have Suzanne all to himself. The fact that she and Ann made it a lot together only enhanced the libidinous thoughts about her, which coursed easily through Jack's passion-inflamed mind.
He wouldn't mind experiencing Suzanne's body, he thought.
Jack's hands moved upward over two thighs. His hand reached Suzanne's zipper, and he fumbled with it.
She helped him.
In a second, the zipper was down, and she was leading his hand to her cunt. She wasn't wearing panties, which made it much, much easier.
Jack gasped, and his grip on the upper part of Ann's thigh tightened with surprise.
Suzanne had shaved her cunt!
She had no pubic hair at all. Suzanne, minus her Furry cover, was, of course, much more sensitive to Jack's touch, and she jumped in her seat.
Ann looked at her, and realized that both of Jack's hands were occupied, only one of them on her. She wasn't jealous. It aroused her.
Jack's finger moved into Suzanne's bare cunt slit, as he fumbled with the other hand to raise Ann's skirt. Ann helped him, too. She spread her legs, to make access to her cunt more easy.
In a moment, as one of Jack's fingers headed for Suzanne's inflamed clit Like a homing pigeon, his other hand was snaking into Ann's panty-less pussy.
Jack felt his cock raging, as he toyed with two wet, swollen cunts at the same time. He felt both his hands become vet with their juices, as he rubbed his finger up and down over their pussy meat, occasionally swooping down on their inflamed clitorises to arouse them still further.
Both women were breathing very heavily. He felt Ann's hips begin to rock back and forth on his hand as he pried one finger subtlety into her drooling tunnel.
Jack slipped further down Suzanne's cunt, heading for her dripping hole. He slid one and then two fingers inside, and then slowly moved them in and out.
Suzanne grabbed his arm at the elbow and squeezed hard with both hands. She obviously was having a hard time restraining herself, and wished she could hold onto an entire man, not just his arm.
The cunts of both women were inflamed. The fact that both women were being masturbated by the same man; the fact that both of them shared memories of their own sexuality together, aroused them still further.
Meanwhile, the action on the stage was nearing its climax. The audience was getting more and more excited as the women drove the object of their ministrations to the ultimate pitch of sexuality, her climax.
"Oooh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" screamed the girl stuffed with two dildos. The sound of her husky voice inflamed the two women at the table. The smell of sex was beginning to permeate the room.
Other people at the tables were beginning to indulge in their own forms of sexuality. Ann closed her eyes, and felt Jack's fingers moving in and out of her cunt wildly. She felt her cuntal muscles grip at his fingers, sucking on them. ! Her juices cascaded out of her overheated twat in lavish streams.
The woman on the stage was coming. As she screamed, Ann moaned, her voice harsh in her passion-constricted throat.
Beside her she could hear Suzanne grunting, saw her body vaguely, jumping rhythmically on the chair, and knew that she was coming too.
One of Ann's hands reached out, and Suzanne's sweaty, feverish hand gripped hers.
The sensation was incredible, as the woman on the stage writhed and screamed in the throes of her own orgasm.
Ann heard the announcer's voice, from the apron of the stage.
"These four girls can take any kind of sex imaginable," he said. "They are willing to prove their capabilities after the show. They will be available for your private inspection in one of our private viewing rooms. They would be more than happy to oblige your every whim, either together as a group, or alone."
The crowd, those who were not already engaged in heavy sex acts, rose from their chairs and applauded, as the girl who had just come removed the two dildos, and held them up for everyone to see.
They were covered with her juices, and gleamed luridly in the dim light of the room.
She stood up, and her juices trickled out of her well-stuffed cunt, and gleamed on the inner part of her thigh.
She stood with the other four girls, licking her lips, slowly, sensuously. Half an hour later, she was mingling with the members of the club, who all treated her like an old friend.
The host came out and announced intermission.
Ann and Suzanne, having gone through the delicious anguish of their own orgasms, were starry-eyed.
"What do you think of that?"
"Far fucking out!" Suzanne gasped.
"Ann?"
She was speechless. She merely smiled at Jack who was still dabbling lightly in her teeming twat.
"I was afraid that girl wouldn't take those dildos," Suzanne said.
"I thought so, too. I thought mine was king-sized and they didn't come any bigger. I wonder if I could take one that size."
She turned to Jack, putting her hand on his trembling thigh.
"How long do you suppose they were?"
"Eighteen inches," Jack said, blandly, although the twinkle in his eye belied his tone of voice. Aim gasped.
"And I thought I had done everything!" she said.
Suzanne moaned. "How about nailing something like that to a rocking chair?" she asked.
"Suzanne," Ann said, titillated by the idea, "you have some fantastic sexy thoughts!"
Suzanne squeezed her hand, and then released it to take a sip of her drink. Her orgasm had made her thirsty.
"What comes next?" Ann wanted to know, asking Jack.
Jack shrugged and sipped his drink. His eyes were greedily devouring the two women he was sitting with.
"Maybe some fucking," Suzanne suggested squirming in her seat. The finger-fucking which Jack had done had only greased her for more action. She was highly aroused.
"Four guys and two girls?" Ann asked.
"Three guys and one girl," Suzanne said. "They could try to stick two cocks in one cunt, plus another cock in the girl's mouth or ass."
"What would you like to see?" Jack asked.
"I'd like to see a girl screw an animal," Suzanne said lustily.
Jack and Ann laughed, but their eyes glowed with the perverted thought.
'They had a girl screwing a horse here, once," Jack said. "It was a special act which was part of the show on their fiftieth anniversary."
"Is this place that old?" Ann asked.
"Older, now. The woman who owns it now, inherited it from her mother, who inherited it from her mother."
"Wow!" Suzanne gasped. Jack removed his fingers from the women's cunts.
"How much does it cost to join a club like this?" Ann wanted to know, by now very interested.
"Three thousand dollars a year."
"That's some wealthy madame!" Suzanne laughed.
Both women felt their call girl mentalities coming into play.
The host came out on the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention again?"
The audience settled down somewhat. Suzanne and Ann were on the edge of their seats.
Ann's hand stole over to Jack's fly. She gasped when she felt the bulge in his pants.
Cautiously, she pulled down his zipper. As she did so, reaching in to pull out his thick erect meat, she felt another soft hand steal over to his meat.
She looked at Suzanne, who was leaning over the table somewhat, to accomplish the reach. Both women giggled. Ann's hand grasped the base, and Suzanne's hand moved up to grasp his cock right above the base.
The announcer was about to describe the next show.
Jack's cock was so hard and hot, he thought he was going to shoot right then and there.
CHAPTER SIX
"We are ready to begin the next act, which I know you will like," the announcer said. "It's called, 'Oreo,' appropriately enough."
There was a titter through the audience. Suzanne's hand gripping Jack's cock right above Ann's hand at the base, trembled slightly. She would take her cue from Ann.
She felt the pressure of Ann's hand as it started to move upward, and Suzanne who was enormously excited by what they were doing, moved her hand up in the same rhythm.
Before long, the two women had established an incredible rhythm on Jack's cock, and Ann, watching his face, getting off on the various expressions which flowed over his handsome features, watched him start to wince, as the come juices boiled in his balls. Two men walked on the stage, and made the slightly tilted bed on the platform.
Then two beautiful black girls, tall, with magnificent boobs, large Afros, and long gold earrings walked on stage.
They were wearing gold ankle bracelets. The effect was incredibly erotic.
They lay down on the bed, and spread their legs toward the audience, which had fallen silent. They slid their hands over their bodies, in a spicy choreographed motion, and their long black fingers probed into their cunts. They writhed, as if making love to ghosts.
Ann and Suzanne kept up a steady pumping motion on Jack's cunt. His face glistened with sex sweat In unison, the two black women pushed their asses up in the air, and stuck their fingers into their already wet and gleaming cunts. The tawny flesh of their pussies was swollen and exposed to the lewd gaze of the audience.
Jack, having his cock pumped by two feminine hands, feeling his haunches tense as the preorgasmic thrills ran through him, didn't take his eyes off the lustful sight on the stage.
The crowd in the club was obviously turned on again, and the sounds of the sighs and groans of the two black women hovered over them like a sex blanket, wet, warm and inviting.
One of the girls took a bottle of body oil and poured some of the lotion into her hands. She passed the bottle to the other girl who did the same.
Once again, they massaged themselves, but this time, instead of working independently, they caressed each other. Their bodies gleamed like tawny jewels in the dim light of the stage as they caressed and stimulated each other.
Jack gripped the edge of the table, his whole body taut with pre-orgasmic pleasure, as the hands of the two women moved up and down in unison, their sweating palms acting like a cunt, massaging his throbbing fuck pole, driving the come up from his teeming balls.
Suddenly a new element was added on the stage. He created an awed hush.
He was well over six feet, built like a weight-lifter, and his cock had to have been at least twelve or thirteen inches long.
"I never saw anything that big in my life!" Ann whispered in awe.
"Neither did I," Suzanne responded.
Jack moaned, and gritted his teeth. The women's excitement had transferred to their hands. Their grips tightened, and they moved with more and more speed over Jack's cock.
Jack's whole body was shivering violently now. His cock swelled and throbbed with more violence in the two palms which beat his meat almost furiously.
He concentrated his attention on the stage, not on his cock, wanting to prolong the delicious agony.
The man turned front so everyone could inspect his manhood. He was the epitome of Nordic male beauty. His light blond hair glistened under the lights, his body was slightly tanned, and oiled. His legs were perfection itself in their muscular shapeliness.
And that massive cock hung halfway down his thighs. His pubic bush was thick and as blond as the hair on his head.
"My God, he's huge!" some man in the audience gasped.
There was a murmur of excitement running through the crowd. Jack opened his mouth to ease his breathing which was extremely labored at this point.
This was going to be entertainment worth watching. The screwing had to be fantastic, and Jack wanted to come when the man came if he possibly could hold out that long.
He was loathe to ask the girls to stop their manipulation on his massive prick.
The huge white man lay down on the bed. between the two brown bodies of the women who had been performing with each other.
He embraced one of the girls, kissing her deeply. The three lust-besotted people at the table watched the pink gleam of tongues as they flicked into each other's mouth. Ann's mouth went dry as she watched.
Their hands explored each other's body. The combination of the one massive white man, and the two magnificent black women was incredible. Jack's cock was enraged with lust.
One of the black women slithered her lubricated brown body all over the white man's muscular torso. She writhed like a snake in heat. The two women, pumping Jack's cock, could hear the harsh sound of aroused breathing.
To her right, Ann heard a strangled moan. Her eyes flicked in that direction slightly.
On the floor, partially covered by the table cloth, a man and woman were fucking furiously, their eyes still on the stage.
The other brown woman on the stage went for the white man's cock. She sucked in his cock head, and a few groans were heard in the audience, as her brown, tawny lips encompassed the white man's cock head.
She descended downward. Her lust was obvious. It spilled out off the stage, and surrounded the already aroused club members.
As the brown woman sucked off the white man, her wonderfully rounded ass faced the audience.
One of her brown hands gripped the base of the man's rapidly rising cock, while with her other hand, she paddled in the swollen wet folds of her own exposed cunt.
Her tawny meat almost gaped at the audience, driving them wild.
Her pussy juices were flowing lavishly, and in such quantity that they were clearly visible from to the audience.
She brought her hand away from her tawny meat, and grasped the bottle of oil. This time she christened the white man with it. Still keeping her mouth on his raging cock, she rubbed the oil all over her body.
Then she removed her mouth from his cock. It stood straight up, the most powerful male organ that Ann had ever seen.
Jack's thighs were trembling, and his lips were humping slightly up off his chair. Ann, her hand moving down to the base of his cock, felt against the heel of her pumping hand that his balls had swollen. She knew he was going to come. She wanted to taste his come juice, but decided to wait. She couldn't take her eyes off the huge white phallus, which the black woman was now greasing with the oil.
One of the black women sat on top of the man's face. She reached down with her hands and parted her heavily-furred muff. Again Ann felt her juices flowing. She pumped with her hand up and down furiously on Jack's cock, and the feeling of Suzanne's hand rising and falling with hers only added to the sexual fury which coursed through her.
She watched the black woman's tawny pussy lips spreading open like a lewd passion flower. Ann's breath hissed between her teeth as her excitement rose. She saw the man's pink, thick tongue, gleaming with saliva flick out and lash at the tawny brown pussy meat.
Ann squeezed her ass cheeks together hard in her excitement.
The black woman, straddling the white man's face was undulating her hips back and forth. Her belly muscles rippled like a belly dancer's.
The other black woman straddled the man's hips. The man shifted, so that he was lying in a diagonal position on the bed, thereby giving maximum view to the audience, many of whom had shifted their chairs to get a better view of the proceedings.
She grasped the man's white cock at the base, and then aimed the gleaming cock head, covered with oil, at her cunt. She pressed it at the entrance to her pussy, which was gleaming with the juices pouring from her.
Jack, who wanted to hold out until the man came, thought better of it. His balls were raging for release. His hips started to jerk and twitch on the chair, and then his come slit exploded under the table with a hot stream of his man juices.
Ann and Suzanne, pumping him off in unison, felt the juices pouring over their hard-pumping hands. They started to pump with frenzy, pumping all the juices out of Jack's balls.
They felt the throbbing of his man meat, felt the scum pouring hotly from his cock, and landing on the under surface of the table, and then falling down in slimy streams onto their hands.
Pretty soon their hands were covered with his manly liquid lust. Both women kept pumping until all of Jack's juices had flowed out of him.
Jack let out a high pitched, strangled gasp, as the last of his scum poured out of him.
He winced. His super-sensitive cock was beginning to protest against the two hands which still pumped up and down.
Ann, getting off on his orgasm, and watching his face carefully, saw the wince, and quietly removed her hand from his cock. Suzanne followed suit.
Ann brought her hand out from under the table quietly, and licked off Jack's juices. The taste and the smell of them made her more and more horny.
She began to wish that she was on the stage, being speared by that white man.
By now half his massive phallus was embedded in the black woman's dark, drooling hole.
"Oooh, fuck me," she gasped. The invitation from the black woman hit the audience like a thunderbolt. The whole scene had driven many of them into acts of copulation so that the room was steaming with the heat of sex.
It was a tremendous dick, but the unique thing about it was that it was also thick.
The black woman spread her legs wide apart, and threw her head back. Her cunt was slanted toward the audience so that they could watch the white dick disappearing into her black twat.
Finally, all of the white cock had disappeared into the girl's black cunt. The two black women, the one at the white stud's head, and the other impaled on his huge dick undulated. The combination was irresistible.
Jack, having finished his orgasm, bent over, trembling, trying to recuperate from the powerful emotions which had engulfed him. He watched and his cock started to throb again.
"Ohh," the black woman impaled on the white stud's spear moaned, "this here white dick feels so gooood!"
She really got into it. Her dirty language, along with her uninhibited undulating motions drove the audience crazy.
By now many couples were copulating frenziedly, and without shame, openly.
"Ohhh!" she groaned, starting to rise and fall on the dick. As she rose up, the man's thick dick appeared, gleaming now not only with the oil but also with the girl's fast-flowing juices.
"Don't stop. Fuck me until I die!" she gasped.
Ann, watching, mesmerized, heard the man grunt against the other black woman's muff.
She noticed the girl's face. She had been worked on longer than the one speared by the stud's cock, and by the expressions on her face, Ann was pretty sure that she was ready to come.
Her hips rocked spastically back and forth on the white stud's face. She could even hear the wet sound of the man's mouth working over her tawny twat.
"Oh, dig that luscious tongue into me!" the girl at the man's head gasped.
The other women never stopped her regular pumping rhythm. She bounced up and down on the white man's dick, groaning. Her mouth was open, and a thin trickle of saliva gleamed at the comer of her mouth.
Suddenly, three men sitting at a table directly in front of the stage rose up and climbed up on the stage.
"Unh! Argggh!" the black woman at the man's mouth screamed. She started to come, emitting high-pitched screams in her excitement.
Both black women were so engrossed in what they were doing, that they didn't notice the three men get up on the stage. There was a smattering of applause by those in the audience whose hands were not otherwise occupied.
The three men took off their clothes. Their cocks were already fully erect, and their piss slits gleamed with come juice.
The black woman sagged forward, as her orgasm faded away. She was immediately set upon by the three men, who pulled her off the white stud's face, laid her out on the floor, and went to work on her.
Neither the white stud, whose hips were now humping up and down as his excitement grew, nor the black girl being fucked by him seemed to notice or care about the incident. It was no doubt accepted as part of the club's routine.
One man entered the black girl's cunt, another entered her asshole, and another plugged her mouth with his dick.
Ann felt her ears ringing as she watched.
She also felt strange emotions she had never experienced before, and she wasn't quite sure what they were.
She felt a slight distancing, for all her sexual arousal.
The three men were humping the black girl on the floor furiously. Around her, Ann heard the wild lewd sounds of fucking and sucking.
Something in her wanted to fall into the sexual well they had entered when they walked into the club.
Another part of her wanted to run away.
The woman speared by the white man's cock was bouncing up and down with more frenzy. Ann realized with a shock, that she was tensing and relaxing her ass muscles and her thigh muscles in the same rhythm of the fucking woman.
One of the guests who had grabbed the black girl started to come. Ann listened to his grunting and groaning, and it turned her on even more.
The black woman impaled on the white man's fleshy spear started to come herself. Around Ann, she heard the sounds of many people starting to come.
As the rest of the men fucking the black girl on the stage floor started to come, the black girl herself came, violently.
The white stud let out a strangled growl of anguished pleasure and he, too, came violently. The tits of the black girl jiggled lewdly as the hard-driving loins of the white man under her, humped up into her creaming pussy flesh.
When everyone had finished coming, the crowd gave them a standing ovation.
Jack and Ann and Suzanne, who had all managed to come during the course of the floor show, decided to stay for more drinks.
Suzanne's assumption seemed to be that the three of them would return to her house when they left. Ann didn't contradict her, although she was puzzled by the strangeness of her feelings.
Ann watched, indifferent, almost, as Jack devoured Suzanne's body with his eyes. And then she smiled.
Variety was the spice of life, and maybe Jack did need a change, she thought.
They finished up their drinks and left.
Jack hailed a cab, and sat between the two women, a hand on the thigh of each woman.
As the city passed by their windows, each became lost in their own dreams. Ann was still overcome by the emotional response she had had to the show.
Suzanne seemed to be overcome with lust for Jack. Ann, who had wanted Suzanne earlier, now didn't want her at all.
She was overcome by an enormous need to be alone.
To Ann, the ride seemed interminable. As she passed a billboard with a pretty woman depicted on it, selling a popular sun tan lotion, she took an instant dislike to the girl.
She wondered why women had to be always young and always pretty. She had long ago decided that she didn't need the Madison Avenue ideal of beauty and youth.
Jack was tired, although he didn't know why. He placed his head on Ann's shoulder in an unusually intimate move, and closed his eyes.
He dreamed about nothing in particular, his mind lazily dancing from one memory to another.
Typically, his thoughts were mostly sexual. He was nothing if not sexually oriented. He stopped the running inner dialogue he was carrying on with himself momentarily to think of Suzanne. The need was there; the need to fuck her.
Suzanne thought of nothing but Jack, and Ann, together with her in her bed. She was happy, content, and well-greased for action.
Ann's thoughts started to get more and more ponderous. She wondered about her relationship with Jack.
His head on her shoulder aroused a tenderness in her she had never felt before.
Sex could be very enjoyable, she thought to herself, and then she stiffened slightly.
She began to put together the strange emotionality which had possessed her as she watched the lust-besotted people, both on the stage, and in the audience of the club.
It was too much--not because they all seemed to do it so frequently, but because it was so depersonalized.
Ann had been living off her earnings as a prostitute. She had invested her considerable money wisely, and got a regular income, which Jack more than amply filled out for her.
But Ann, since she had left prostitution--just because it was so depersonalizing, had no other object in life, and filled in the blank spots with Jack, fucking him, sucking him, waiting for him, and going to clubs like the one they had just been to.
Ann thought seriously about what to do. She was still young, bright, healthy, and ambitious.
The vague restlessness was more boredom than anything else.
Ann suddenly realized that she didn't have to give up sex at all. But what she had to do, was find something which interested her when she was in a vertical position, something to make her life meaningful, something that she could be proud of and interested in.
She didn't know what it was, but she would have to find out.
It was funny, she thought, how you can live a life time without apparently thinking and then suddenly realize that you had been thinking all along, experiencing, getting involved--and Ann was always involved.
She had the answer but she had to follow through, and that would take a little time, a lot of self-examination, and probably some courage.
She clenched her fist. Yes, she needed courage. Jack's head lolled on her shoulder. She looked down at him. She was startled to realize that he was looking up at her.
"A penny for them," he said, smiling softly at her.
"No."
Jack raised his head off her shoulder, and looked at her keenly.
"Something wrong, Ann?"
"No. I just want to think, that's all."
Suzanne laughed.
"A good stiff drink, and the three of us in bed together will solve that problem."
"Sex doesn't solve any problems. It may create them," Ann said, looking out the window, and frowning.
"Hey!"
Jack's hand cupped her chin and turned her face toward his. She looked at him with as bland an expression as she could muster, returning his direct gaze.
The cab slowed down in front of Suzanne's apartment house.
"Coming?" Suzanne said, as she got out of the cab, and walked around to Ann's side, which was closest to the curb.
Jack was paying the cabbie.
"No, I'm not. I'm going home," Ann said.
Suzanne's face registered shock and some concern.
"Are you all right, Ann?"
Ann smiled at her friend, and reached out the open window to clasp Suzanne's hand.
"I'm fine. I-I have a headache," she lied. "I want to go home and lie down. I think I'm exhausted. It's been a very, very busy day."
Jack who had also been looking at her with some concern, laughed.
"I understand," he said softly to her, kissing her on the cheek.
"Do you mind...?" he asked, nodding to Suzanne.
Ann smiled at him. It was unlike Jack to ask her permission for anything, especially if he could sleep with another girl.
"Of course I don't!" she said, meaning it.
She was actually rather glad to be rid of him. She needed to be alone. She had a suspicion that a few hours alone with her own thoughts in her own apartment would be all that was needed to help her find the right base.
Jack started to open the cab door, and stopped.
"Listen, honey, I don't have to...!"
"Go on, go on!" Ann exclaimed with some impatience in her voice. "It's all right?"
Suzanne was still staring at her through the open window of the cab.
"Are you sure?"
"Listen, there's no need for me to spoil your fun. I just have a headache. That's all! I need some sleep."
"It was probably all that smoke in the club. You know, Jack, it was really very poorly ventilated," Suzanne added.
"That's right," Ann said.
"Well, all right," Jack said.
Ann looked at him with slight puzzlement. He had never shown this much concern for her.
"I'll call you tomorrow," Ann said, smiling and pushing Jack out of the cab into the street.
She gave the cabbie her own address, and as the cab sped away in the darkness, she watched her two friends, arm in arm, head for Suzanne's lobby.
She felt a slight pang of regret, and then gritted her teeth.
She was on the verge of telling the cab to stop.
She took a deep breath, examining the panic she felt, wondering why she felt it.
"Why, Ann," she said softly to herself, "you haven't been alone, all by yourself, for years!"
"Did you say something, lady?" the cabbie asked, leering in his rear view mirror at the luscious woman.
"No."
Ann didn't listen to the cabbie, who was garrulous and kept talking all the way to her apartment.
She paid the cabbie at her door, and walked in. The doorman raised his eyebrows somewhat, and Ann seemed to detect a leer in his gaze.
She sailed past him to the elevator.
Suddenly, she saw her sexual fantasy about him dissolve. He was a mindless jock, a stud, like the man in that club. But that was all.
If there were anything else interesting about him, she didn't know what it was.
Her apartment felt awfully silent and awfully empty when she entered it.
It was also a mess. Ann was careless, whereas Jack was rather meticulous. Her three-year affair with him had made him, if not immune to her sloppy ways, at least slightly tolerant of it.
But as Ann walked toward the kitchen she suddenly realized that a lot of Jack's sensitivities and perceptions had indeed rubbed off on her. She had started to read, cooked better, appreciated what her socialized if not cultured friends called the finer things of life, with a more keen eye for detail.
She put her hands on her hips when she saw the mess in the kitchen. They hadn't cleaned the breakfast things, and they hadn't eaten lunch. They had merely fucked.
She started to clean, not because she had made ,any kind of resolution to be neater. That, she assumed would come later.
She wanted to move her body, release it from its physical demands. She was shaking slightly, as she thought about things she had never thought about before.
And as she cleaned, she talked to herself.
"Well, what was the whole weekend about, Ann?" she asked herself.
It was nothing but fucking. It was still early in the evening, about ten-thirty. What Ann wanted to do by cleaning, or at least making things neat, was to find a physical reflection of the order she wanted in her own mind.
She didn't like the heavy thoughts which coursed through her mind.
How could one sex club do that to her?
"Oh, it's been coming for a long time," she said, as she finished the dishes and put them away.
The place needed a thorough going-over. She would get a maid to come in and work for a few days, really cleaning the place out. It was a shame, she thought to herself. The place was very attractive, and she had decorated it with a good taste that reflected her basically cheerful mood.
When she had finished mopping the kitchen floor, and changing the table cloth, which she put in a pile to wash, and then she went on to the living room.
Her stockings, discarded articles of her clothing, were all over the place. Not one of Jack's things was anywhere in evidence.
"It's almost like he's never been here," she muttered, as she attacked the living room, frowning.
She loved sex. She had thought she was a nymphomaniac. But now she wasn't sure. She decided to do without sex all night. She wouldn't even masturbate. Her cunt twitched when she made that resolution.
"One hour at a time," she laughed to herself, plumping up the pillow she had just brushed. She pulled out the vacuum cleaner, and vacuumed the royal blue rug, until it was spotless.
The only time Ann cleaned her apartment was when she had company, and she did very little of the cleaning herself. She usually hired a maid to do it.
The living room looked warm and inviting, when she had finished. She was tempted to sit down and forget the rest of it. She wanted to masturbate.
"No!" she exploded at herself. The pile of linen and clothes for the laundry was growing, as she drove herself to continue thinking.
"I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm just self-indulgent," she said to herself. She started to weep, as she changed the soiled, and rumpled sheets in the bedroom.
Granted, that she liked sex, what were her real feelings for Jack? She wasn't sure, honestly.
She drove herself, going from the bedroom, to the study, to the guest room, to the bathroom. She made a clean sweep of the apartment, and when she was finished with that, she took the laundry to the basement where the washers and driers were.
When she had finished, it was close to four o'clock, and she was frankly tired, and honestly tired.
She fixed herself a drink, and sat on the floor in the living room, staring at the fabulous view.
Whether or not she chose to commit herself to Jack would depend on how Jack felt about her.
A thin shard of pain gripped at her heart. What she could not afford to do was to continue making him the sexual habit he had become.
Whole weekends locked in the apartment having sex. Not even making love, although sometimes it came close to it.
And in the morning, she would do two things. Pick up the Sunday papers, and decide from the help wanted section what kind of job she might be suited for, and secondly, to balance her own sloppy habits, she would see if she could find a maid to come in two or three times a week, to keep the house clean.
She looked around at it, marveling at how comfortable and clean it looked. The order around her almost seeped like a spiritual thing into her now fevered and tired brain.
Well, she thought, as she finished the drink, and went to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower, she could be sure of one thing.
This was one weekend, however much time she thought she had wasted, that had been productive. Strange how a little thing like a sex club could bring perspective to one's life.
Her hand lingered longer than necessary on her swollen twat, as she soaped herself. She had made a promise not to indulge in sex this one evening.
She pulled her hand away, rinsed off, dried herself, brushed her teeth, and padded naked to her bed, which had been changed and made for the first time in three weeks.
She got between her chaste clean sheets, felt an instant longing for Jack which was dispelled by her own tired body, and she fell asleep. For one moment, before she tipped off the edge of consciousness into the void of sleep, her heart thumped, with eagerness for her Sunday plans.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack and Suzanne rode the self-service elevator to the ninth floor and quietly walked down the hall.
They acted awkwardly, puzzled by Ann's headache and wondering, to themselves whether it was really an excuse.
It was a vain mental exercise, since both of them knew it was an excuse, that Ann had something on her mind that she didn't wish to reveal to either of them.
They couldn't figure that out, however, since Ann was usually quite straightforward and honest.
She always spoke her mind.
Jack wondered at the fact that she had not quite leveled with him, or with Suzanne, with whom Ann was quite intimate, and on good terms.
Suzanne mentally shrugged, thinking that Ann would revert to her same old self in short order, although she was disappointed about this evening. She really did want to share her bed with both Jack and Ann. She hadn't seen Ann for several weeks, and she was hungry for the sight of her, and the touch of Ann's beautiful body on hers.
The fact that there would be a man present would only have enhanced their sexual joy in each other.
Jack also pondered Ann and Suzanne. Earlier that evening, Ann had been bubbly and all excited. She had told Jack that she was looking forward to a night in the sack with Suzanne. What made her change her mind?
Had he gone too far?
He was beginning to question the wisdom of having invited the two women to the club.
Jack had other things to contemplate right now, in addition to his raging cock. And that was his relationship to Ann. He was getting tired of the long weekends, the long nights together, indulging in sex, sex, and more sex.
His membership renewal had come up for the club, and he had tom it up and thrown it away. It was almost too much of a good thing, and he just wasn't interested any more.
While he thought of his membership renewal in the club, he also pondered his little black book. He had half a mind to tear that up, too!
Either he was going to be a pimp, or he was going to be a public relations counsel, one or the other.
He rejected the idea. It would go against his own grain, and he would have too much hassle with too many people.
As soon as the idea was discarded, however, he picked it up again. He started to rebuke himself for his lack of courage.
After all, he spent hours lecturing Ann on the meaning of life, having a purpose to life. And what was he doing?
Lost in their thoughts, both of them walked down the long hall to Suzanne's apartment.
Suzanne opened her apartment door, and turned on the air conditioner.
"Shit, it's hot in here," Jack complained, made irritable by his own nagging thoughts.
Suzanne's apartment was every bit as messy as Ann's he realized as he walked in, threw a pants suit to one side of the sofa, and sat down.
"Yeah. I wish I could find an apartment like Ann's. I'll bet she doesn't even need an air conditioner."
Jack winced at the mention of Ann. He suspected that Ann was uppermost in Suzanne's mind as well as his own.
Suzanne's apartment, although in a luxury high-rise, was in the back. It faced an alley that was surrounded by other tall buildings, so it was darker than Ann's, although equally as spacious and potentially luxurious.
Suzanne headed toward the bedroom. At the door she turned to him.
'The bar's right there. Help yourself."
She disappeared.
Jack needed a drink. His unbidden thoughts had given his temper an edge he didn't like.
He walked over to the bar, and poured himself a stiff scotch and water.
"Suzanne?"
"Yeah, honey?"
Jack frowned again. There was something homey, intimate, in Suzanne's voice as if they had been living together for years, that Jack didn't like. It set his teeth on edge.
And yet, Ann and he had never seemed to achieve that intimacy. They had just fucked a lot!
"Want something to drink while I'm up?"
"Oh, yeah. Make me a martini, sweetie, will you?"
Jack made the martini, and then brought both drinks over to the couch, and set them on the coffee table, which was cluttered with magazines, and newspapers, and a pair of come-stained black bikini panties.
When he had sat down, Suzanne walked into the living room. She was wearing a very sheer, very slinky nightgown of red silk.
"How do you like it?" she purred.
Jack stared at her keenly for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape.
He took a deep swig of the liquor. The edge in his temper was replaced with a keen lust for the woman.
He got up and walked over to where she stood in front of him, and grabbing her shoulders, he kissed her deeply.
"I think you look fabulous," he said. He was aware that the exceptional warmth in his voice was almost compensation for being annoyed with her.
She did look fabulous. Her large tits stood out in the flimsy material, her nipples so hard and puckered that they were prominent through the thin fabric.
Jack could tell from the way she was pressing her muff into his raging groin, that she was very, very homy. And so was he.
He broke the kiss, and went over to pick up her drink and handed it to her. She sipped it.
"Do you like it? Strong enough?" he asked, picking up his own drink.
She took another sip of the martini and nodded her approval.
Jack sat down on the sofa, and Suzanne followed him, sitting on his knee. He ran his hands over her legs, playing with her toes. She had braced her feet up on the cushions of the couch, and then his hand moved over the slight swell of her belly to her magnificent tits.
They were, like Ann's, the high point of her body.
"You like them, don't you?" she said, her voice low and gravelly with passion.
"Bet your ass I do!" he said, gruffly, as he kneaded one of her already puckered nipples.
"They're yours, baby," she told him.
Suzanne put her drink down, and threw her arms around Jack's neck. Jack pressed her luscious, barely-clad body against his, feeling her full magnificent tits pressing against his still-clothed chest.
Their mouths found each other and they were glued together almost instantly. They kissed again and again, their tongues teasing each other's mouths, flicking against each other, each kiss more lustful than the last.
Part of Jack seemed not to be there. He was thinking of Ann, going home alone. The more he thought about it, the sorrier he was that he had suggested this excursion this evening.
Superimposed on the disturbing thoughts, were the scenes at the club that evening. They were fresh in his mind, and obviously in Suzanne's mind, and that encouraged both of them to give vent to their passion.
Suzanne started to moan against his mouth. Jack felt the small wet spot forming on his trouser leg, as she creamed heavily.
She pulled away from him, and knelt down in front of him, parting his knees slightly. She opened his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock, which was hard as a rock.
"Oh, Jack, you don't know how long I've been waiting to put this gorgeous creature in my mouth!" she gasped. "I've been dreaming about it for months and months."
"I won't stop you," Jack said, his. body jerking as he felt her breath on his sensitive cock head.
She leaned forward and opening her moist, full mouth wide, she enclosed his cock head in her mouth.
Jack threw his head back against the back of the couch and moaned, as he felt her tongue lashing at the soft, sensitive flesh.
Suzanne moaned against his cock, and her mouth filled with saliva, as she started to move her mouth down on it. Jack felt his cock head plugging the entrance to her throat, felt her throat muscles beginning to massage his man meat, as she started to swallow.
Her tits rested on his knees. They were squashed against them, and Jack felt the shiver of passion rise powerfully in him.
He looked forward, suddenly, as he opened his eyes and gazed at those magnificent jugs, to having his dick between them.
Her lovely long hair cascaded down around her, framing her head with light.
Jack's eyes closed again, as he felt more of his cock disappearing into Suzanne's mouth.
Jack felt her hand move up his thigh, felt her fishing in the opening of his fly, and she cupped his balls.
"Ahh!" Jack gasped, as he felt her soft hand kneading his heavy, hairy balls. She gripped his flesh hard, lustfully, her sucking motions getting harder and harder as her own excitement rose.
Jack started to undress, at first a little awkwardly, because Suzanne would not take her mouth off his cock. The hand on his balls moved backward, and Jack felt one of her fingers prying into his asshole.
He grunted again, and then moved forward on the couch, in order to stand up to complete the job of undressing.
Suzanne's face was flushed, her eyes lust-bright, as she removed her mouth temporarily from his cock.
He dropped his pants, and then worked his jockey shorts down over the hard-on, which was now raging painfully, having been incredibly stimulated by Suzanne's mouth.
Suzanne looked at his nine-incher, and grasped it lovingly in her hand.
'That's some dick!" she gasped.
"I like your tits, too," Jack said appreciatively.
Suzanne got the hint. She pressed the tip of his drooling dick against the soft valley between her luscious mounds, and rubbed up and down. Jack watched as his pre-come, smeared on her chest, gleamed in the dim light of the living room.
He knelt down on the floor in front of her, and took her tits in his hands. He toyed with them, hefting the spongy tissue, savoring the softness, the fullness of them.
She closed her eyes and let his expert hands take care of her.
He carefully lifted her nightie up over her head, so that they were both totally exposed to each other.
He was pleasantly and erotically surprised to see that she was wearing bikini panties.
They were the tiniest of tiny bikinis, barely more than a G-string, but they covered her shaved muff just enough to make the pre-fuck games a little more titillating.
"Lie back," he ordered.
She did what she was told. Stretching her arms wide, she gripped the rug, kneading the high pile of the carpet, as Jack's tongue started to move over her.
For a while, he concentrated on her belly button, knowing how much that excited her.
"Eat me out, Jack," she gasped. "Eat me out!"
"Mmm!" Jack moaned.
She was so eager, that she unsnapped the G-string panties before he could get to them. She pushed her naked cunt up in the air, offering it to him.
Lovingly, he parted her labia, and sent his tongue deeply into her wet, red flesh. She moaned with every lash of his tongue. Her breathing became labored and heavy.
His tongue and her vagina meshed wetly, as Jack laved up and down over her swollen pussy meat.
Suzanne moaned, feeling the passion rise in her, feeling his tongue drive her to a wild delirium.
He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders, and dived into her, acting as if he wanted to bury his face in her pussy meat. He covered her entire nude muff with his mouth and sucked, until Suzanne was squealing, and undulating lasciviously against Jack's mouth.
His hands moved under her ass cheeks, and he kneaded the soft flesh, pushing her muff against his mouth, as he pried his tongue into her drooling fuck hole.
Suzanne got wilder and wilder. She could never remember having been eaten out quite this well before.
Lucky Ann, she thought vaguely, and then she gasped.
"Stop, Jack, stop!" she gasped.
Jack looked up at her, startled. He was just prying one forefinger into her asshole. Suzanne squirmed against it, closing her sphincter muscles tightly around the tip of his finger.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I have a great idea!" she said.
Jack looked longingly at the pink sex flesh he had just abandoned. His mouth was flecked wither her come juices, and his cheeks shone with her slime.
"What?" he asked, slightly annoyed at having been stopped in the middle of things.
"Why don't we sixty-nine with some wine?"
Jack grinned. That was a good idea, and worth the interruption.
He got up and went to the bar, and pulled out a bottle of Chateau Lafite, a good vintage year, and removed the cork.
Jack leaned over her, standing up, pulling her body straight up, so that her cunt was up-ended.
Suzanne took the bottle, and almost plugged her cunt with the head of it. Jack .felt his cock throb as he watched the contents of the good wine gurgle out of the bottle and get lost in the deep well of the woman's lust.
"Now come here," Suzanne gasped, her cunt still up-ended, her ass cheeks resting against Jack's strong legs.
Suzanne poured some of the contents over Jack's cock.
Jack lowered Suzanne. Her over-full cunt oozed some of the contents out. It trickled in a red, lurid stream down her ass crack.
Jack got on top of her fast, his cock against her mouth, and pressed his face into her quivering, swollen flesh again.
The wine, mixed with her cuntal juices was superb! He started to suck on her cunt, and it flowed lavishly with the nectar of her desire, mixed with the expensive vintage wine.
He started to get high, and he wasn't quite sure whether it were her cunt juices, the wine, or a combination of both.
The room was silent now, except for the sound of their sucking mouths. Suzanne's mouth captured Jack's cock, and she sucked noisily on it, savoring the viney flavor of his musky manhood.
She sucked until she had captured every last one of his nine inches, and his cock plugged her capacious throat. She began to swallow on his cock, her head bobbing up and then back onto the carpet.
Jack became sufficiently aroused to start humping. He started to fuck Suzanne's mouth furiously. Suzanne accepted every last bit of his cock, her tongue lashing at the throbbing sides, her throat massaging his cock head as he plunged into her skilled mouth.
Jack's mouth was now covered with the red stain of the wine, and the gleaming effluence of her pussy syrup.
Suzanne started to hump upward. As her pussy muscles convulsed in the initial throes of her orgasm, her womb ejected more and more of the wine, which Jack lapped up as fast as he could.
Suzanne's mouth on his cock was having the desired effect. He felt his balls slapping against her mouth and chin as he humped into her, moaning. He could feel his balls contract, ready to release their heavy load.
He stopped humping into her mouth, and raised his head from her muff again. He looked over his shoulder at the rapt woman.
"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice gruff with passion.
"Mmmm!" Suzanne moaned.
Jack squirmed around on her body, and pressed her tits flat with his chest. He reached between their bodies, and placed his cock at the entrance to her drooling twat.
Then he thrust inward, furiously. He planted himself balls-deep in her wet snatch on the first thrust.
"Ahhh!" Suzanne gasped. Her legs shot up in the air, and she wrapped them around Jack's waist. Jack started to hump immediately.
Her cunt was incredibly hot and wet. He had never felt a cunt as hot as Suzanne's unless he could compare her cunt with Ann's which was always hotter than usual.
He frowned, and humped more and more furiously, as the thought of Ann obtruded in the carnal rites he had wanted to immerse himself in.
Jack's dick fit tightly in Suzanne's cunt. Every move he made stimulated his cock to greater and greater heat.
His ass cheeks rose and fell in the air as he drove his cock deeply into her quivering quim, and then pulled his cock out until only his cock head was lodged in her tight and hot cunt. Then he slammed inward again.
Suzanne writhed under his hard-thrusting body, accepting every inch of him easily. She squirmed her hips around and around on his cock, massaging the itchy walls of her cunt, against his hard ramrod.
Jack felt as if his cock knew no limits, felt as if he could fuck her forever, and at that moment, rather than face some of the ponderous thoughts which were lodged in his brain, he would have loved to fuck her forever, just to escape the consequences of his ruminations.
"Ohhh, this feels so good, Jack!" Suzanne gasped.
She continued to writhe, and her moans got louder and louder, as Jack's thick hard cock plowed in and out of her cunt.
She began pumping her ass upward, wildly, furiously. Sweat began to pour down her face, and the muscles in her legs tensed. She wrapped them tighter around Jack's waist as he reamed out her fuck hole with a fury that amounted to assault.
The rocking motion, the heaving to and fro, Jack's thick prick plowing in and out of her overheated cunt, brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Ahhh!" she gasped. "I'm coming!"
She squealed, and then her body, under Jack's hard-humping one, became positively spastic. Jack braced himself on his hands, and started to pump into her like a pile driver, his hips a blur of motion as they rose and fell. He lunged into her viciously, driving her orgasm higher and higher.
Jack kept plunging into her womanhood with unabated energy. He was starting to come himself. His hair-covered balls were now slimy with the streams of come which oozed out of Suzanne's twat.
She heaved upward, grinding her muff against his hairy groin, and Jack felt the convulsions in her cunt which signaled the apex of her sexual pleasure.
He let his own wad go, felt his come slit shooting out wad after wad of hot gooey gism deep into her quaking quim.
The two of them mashed their genitals together lasciviously, until they had exhausted themselves. They continued to pump against each other long after their orgasms had faded away, desperate to hang on to the mindless happiness which their climaxes gave them.
Then they collapsed heavily on the floor, almost unable to move. The cool air from the air conditioner traveled over their wet bodies, until they were so chilled that goose bumps formed on their once heated flesh.
Jack reached down and bit Suzanne gently on the neck.
Suzanne kept her arms and legs locked around Jack's body.
She hated to admit it, but she was feeling a little bit jealous of Ann for having such a lover.
Suzanne had a series of lovers. They came and went. But she had no steady lover. She loved to fuck, and there was no limit to her capacity to endure fucking, but there was something restless about her frenetic search lately for new men.
She suspected without being able to articulate it exactly, that what she wanted was what Ann had--a regular lover.
Suzanne felt Jack's prick throbbing in her cunt. It seemed to be getting harder again. Suzanne moaned. She was quite willing to fuck all night.
She wondered what Ann was doing, and then she frowned. She didn't want to think about Ann with Ann's man in her arms, willing to go another round.
Jack's rapidly hardening cock started to pump in and out of her cunt again, and Suzanne lost her train of thought.
"Ohh, Jack," she moaned, "ohh, what you do to me, mmmmm!"
She started to undulate her body up into Jack's hot body, as his cock got hotter and harder, and his humping became more and more violent. She couldn't believe he was able to get it up again so soon, but she was feeling the effects of it against her still drooling pussy walls.
She moaned, and gripped his shoulders tightly, raking her fingernails over his back, savoring the feel of his rippling ass muscles, as he rose and fell over her muff, his cock digging deeply into her burrowing into the depths of her womb, where pleasure lay, stalking her.
She felt her orgasm rippling in her cunt, and she went wild under his body again. Her orgasm started to rise, almost unexpectedly. She was creaming lavishly, and the trickle soon became a flood, as Jack's cock, like a firebrand, raised the fires of her lust higher and higher, until Suzanne exploded into a screaming, writhing fury, lashing away under Jack's body.
Jack kept pumping her and pumping her until the orgasm abated, leaving her trembling, and squirming sensuously, and then he let go with another flood of his lusty man juices into her cunt.
Suzanne bit wildly at Jack's neck. Her teeth gouged into his flesh, and Jack barked out his displeasure. She had hurt, and he knew as he emptied his balls into her that she had made a hickey on his neck.
He finished emptying his balls into her cunt, and then furious with her for leaving a mark on him, he reached down, and bit just as hard into the upper part of her neck, where no turtle neck would hide the mark.
He almost drew blood, and Suzanne's body stiffened.
"Oww!" she squealed, trying to push his mouth away from her neck.
"What did you bite me like that for?" Jack asked, relaxing from his second orgasm. "That's a lousy thing to do."
He felt all his initial irritation at Suzanne build in him. He looked down at her with unfeigned anger.
"I just wanted you to remember me, lover," she purred, defensively. "But this is awful. You bit me harder than I bit you!" she exclaimed, rubbing the rapidly swelling black and blue mark on the upper part of her neck.
"You asked for it!" he said.
His cock started to dwindle in her cunt. He pulled out of her and rolled over. Suzanne leaned up on one elbow and fondled his cock. She started to play with the cock.
Her hands, in spite of Jack's irritation, again had the effect which Suzanne wanted. She watched, marveling, as his cock rose again to full tumescence.
Jack looked over at her, leering.
"Spread your legs, baby," he husked harshly.
"Anything you say, lover. I am at your command."
Suzanne spread her legs again.
Jack looked down at the pink fleshy swamp of her lust. With blind, mindless, rutting energy, he thrust his cock deeply into her cunt again, and started to fuck her.
Suzanne moved her hands all over his body. Her head tossed from side to side as her passion mounted again.
A bell went off in Jack's head. He closed his eyes, his thrusting body slamming into Suzanne's overheated one.
He emptied his balls again, feeling the waves of relief course up his spine, and shiver at the nape of his neck.
The pleasure was less intense than it had been before.
He suddenly realized, as he continued pumping his cock in and out of Suzanne, while she came, screaming and flailing, that he didn't want her at all.
He wanted Ann--with a passion bigger and stronger than he had ever felt.
He suddenly realized that he was in love with Ann, had been in love with her for a long, long time.
At seven o'clock in the morning, after several hours of walking the city streets, and watching the dawn come up, Jack stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall to Ann's apartment.
Using the gold-plated key Ann had given him for his birthday, he unlocked the massive oak door, and let himself in.
He flicked on the hall light.
Something seemed different about the place, but he wasn't sure what it was until he went into the kitchen, to start some coffee, and noticed that the place was immaculate.
"What...?" he gasped, when he turned on the light.
He went to the cupboard and found the coffee pot where it should be, instead of sitting on the table where they had left it, filled with coffee grounds, and stale, left-over coffee.
He had stopped nagging Ann about picking up. He mentioned it before they left the house the night before, but she had just laughed at him, and he had let it go.
He put on the coffee, feeling tired, and drained.
Then he walked quietly toward the bathroom. To get to the bathroom, he had to go through the living room.
Again he experienced a shock at seeing it immaculate.
He experienced the fleeting, absurd feeling that he was in the wrong apartment, but he recognized the furniture, the placement of it, the colors.
Usually when he walked into the apartment late like this, or early, however one wanted to look at a night that hadn't ended, he would wade through her discarded clothing, her stockings hanging over the arms of chairs, perhaps a dish or a glass deposited somewhere instead of in the sink.
Suddenly the cold hand of jealousy gripped his heart.
Had she come home and made another date? Was there someone else?
Of course there was! There were many men in Ann's life, just as there were many women in Jack's life. He had no more right to jealousy than Ann did, although she had never exhibited it.
But he was puzzled by the pristine condition of the apartment.
All the drapes and shades were closed, and the apartment was very dim. He peeked into the bedroom, cautiously.
Ann was lying on the bed, stretched out, and naked. The bedroom was as clean as the rest of the apartment, and she had changed the sheets. He caught the whiff of the freshly laundered sheets, and her perfume, which always seemed to linger slightly in the air.
She was alone, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked around the room, and then on the bed. If she had masturbated, she had used her hands, obviously, because he couldn't find the dildo she was so fond of, nor any of the other sometimes bizarre tools she used to get herself off.
The bathroom presented another surprise, since that, too, was clean as a whistle, with freshly laundered towels hanging crisply on the brass racks.
He took a shower, and put on a robe which hung behind the bathroom door on a hook. It, too, had been laundered, he realized, as he wrapped the cord around his waist, and went back to the kitchen.
He was hungry. He was also a good cook.
He decided on eggs benedict for the both of them.
He really wanted to throw himself into bed with her, and fuck her silly, but something held him back, something about the radical change in her attitude last night, and the growing knowledge he had garnered about himself and how he felt about her.
"Too much bullshit," he muttered, as he prepared the breakfast, "and not enough straight talk."
He mixed some Bloody Mary's, and put them in the refrigerator. Tired as he was, he knew he could nap sometime during the day, and he assumed that Ann had gone to bed as soon as she came home.
He had another thought, and again walked through the spic and span, cheerful home to the bedroom, and stood over her bed. She was sleeping soundly, her breathing regular, rhythmical He put a band lightly on her forehead, his thought being that perhaps she had had a headache, and was ill.
She was cool, her skin smooth. He felt his cock stir to life in his groin, felt it probing outward, as the blood pulsed into it.
He was glad she didn't have the dildo in bed with her.
Once, he remembered, as he gazed down on her peacefully sleeping form, he had returned to the apartment from a night on the town with some of his buddies, and had found Ann like a good girl, in bed alone.
But just as he had undressed, and got into the bed himself, he noticed that she was sleeping with something clutched in her hands.
It was her dildo.
She held it fondly, tightly hugging it as if she never intended to let it go.
Some women slept with dolls or teddy bears. Ann, good old Ann, slept with her dildo.
He was even jealous of the little bastard, even though he would use it on her!
He looked down at her and smiled softly. She looked so peaceful, so quiet, he didn't have the heart to wake her.
He left the preparations in the kitchen (they would hold for a couple of hours), and for some reason which only later was he able to explain to himself, he lay down on the neat couch, threw a quilt over him, and fell asleep. When Ann woke up, she would wake him up as she came through the living room to go to the kitchen herself.
Ann had felt, in her sleep, the light touch of Jack on her forehead. Her pussy was creaming. At least in her sleep it was. In actuality it was, too. Ann always woke up creaming.
But her mind had gone back, back in time, to when she was thirteen years old. In her light sleep, she had a craving for the dildo which she had put in a drawer, determined to keep her promise to herself not to indulge in any sex that night.
She thought of getting up and going to the drawer to get it, but instead, she found herself projected back to when she was thirteen.
She had been rummaging through her mother's drawers. She wanted to try on her mother's underwear. She was already almost fully developed.
As she rummaged through the flimsy underwear, she came across a huge dildo. It was almost a foot long.
She was a precocious girl. She knew a lot about sex, more, perhaps than her parents. So she knew what the instrument was. She was shocked to find it in her mother's drawer.
She was as precocious in her masturbatory inclinations as she was scholastically and physically. But she was still a virgin.
"That's incredible!" she had gasped to herself.
Her mother was out shopping with a friend, and wouldn't be home until late. Her father was still at work. Her brother was out with some friends.
The time was ripe to pop her own cherry, and that is exactly what Ann wanted to do.
She brought the dildo to her room, and examined it carefully, comparing it mentally with some of the pictures she had seen in some of the books she had read.
This one was an electric model.
She turned it on, hoping it would work. Ann had got her sloppy habits from her parents. They never had things in the house Like extra light bulbs or good batteries. They were chronic light-bulb stealers. They were constantly running out of things Like toilet paper and tooth paste.
Fortunately for Ann, the dildo worked.
Without much thought, she applied it to her young cunt. She moaned in her sleep as her pussy quivered at the thought of the first vibration she had felt against her virginal flesh.
At first, she had probed her snatch tentatively, gingerly, seeing what would happen.
She was afraid she might get an electric shock, even though later she found out that the batteries didn't contain enough electricity for that.
Then she increased the probing, becoming bolder as the pleasure increased. Finally, she lay back on the bed, after removing all her clothes, and prepared to go all the way.
The thing vibrated wildly in her hands, and her cunt began to itch. She pressed the dildo against her cunt and started to push inward.
At first, the sensation was uncomfortable, as her virginal flesh was spread for the first time. But she was desperate, and she continued to push it in, feeling her pussy juices flow lavishly.
The vibrating dildo gave her tremendous pleasure. Her snatch oozed copiously, and she writhed like a little wild cub, but then she stopped, getting a better idea, as she felt the first sting as the tip of the vibrating dildo hit her cherry.
She shoved inward. The sting increased. She felt the faint welling up of blood, and then the pleasure returned.
She moaned, and startled herself awake with the dream, and looked up.
"What are you doing here?" she gasped. Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand gently caressing her muff.
"I came to tell you breakfast is ready."
Ann smiled, reached up and put her arms around his neck.
"I want you for breakfast."
Jack pulled away. "After breakfast," he said. "I want to talk to you."
Ann got up and threw a robe on.
"Good news or bad news?"
"Depends on how you feel about marriage," Jack said.
"With whom?" she asked archly.
"With me! Who else?"
She took his hand and walked to the kitchen with him.
It hadn't been such a wasted weekend, after all.
And the trip to the club had probably been momentous enough to take a while for her to sort out how she felt.
She sat down at the table, and the two of them talked.
