Chapter 5
"For Chrissakes, Elmira," the green-eyed girl gasped, her face livid as she scrambled to her feet. "I didn't take you for a fucking lesbian! What the hell's the big idea?"
"Cool it, honey," Elmira soothed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she got up. "I was just trying to help you out." Her lips jutted to form an exaggerated pout. "Besides," she said in an accusing tone. "You said you'd try anything once, remember?"
"Once, yeah," the redhead conceded, calming down. "But I don't want you getting horny with me, pal," she warned as she went to the sink to wash the dried syrup from her face. "Or it means the end of a beautiful friendship, dig?"
"Don't be such an asshole," the obese girl was quick to retort. "You know damn well I got a real healthy appetite for the opposite sex. Right, Potsy?" she asked, turning to the naked, doughy boy who was struggling to his feet. "It's just that this is supposed to be a party and I thought everyone was in a party mood." Lifting a flabby arm to smooth her lifeless hair, she shot the auburn-haired babysitter a reproachful look. "Don't tell me you're gonna turn out to be a party pooper, kiddo. You better not be," she added, her eyes narrowing. "Or you ain't gonna like our next little game."
A worried frown lining his pale forehead, Potsy shuffled over to the girls. He didn't want them to start arguing, maybe even fight, and ruin everything. What the fuck, the fun was just beginning. "Aw, come on, Elmira," he said, grabbing the girl's huge tits in an attempt to humor her. "She's only kidding. You shoulda seen her flipping around on the floor while you went at her. She loved every minute of it, didn't you, Bonnie Mae?"
"Well," the curvaceous girl hedged, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched Potsy tug at Elmira's big boobs. "It did feel pretty good at that."
The two girls stared at each other, their eyes twinkling. Finally, they burst into giggles and Potsy sighed with relief. "You really liked it, huh?" Elmira persisted with a wicked grin as the boy rubbed her nipples.
"Yes, you big ass," the babysitter admitted, smiling. "I liked it, all right. But only because this is a party and tonight . . . anything goes, right? But like I said, don't go getting any funny idea, sweetie, because my head is still screwed on straight."
Potsy laughed nervously. "Well, now that you two got that settled," he said, his fingers sliding down to nuzzle the sticky mound between the fat girl's legs, "what's next?"
"Yeah, Elmira," Bonnie Mae wanted to know. "What's this game you were talking about?"
The corpulent teenager opened her heavy thighs to make room for Potsy's probing fingers. "If you don't quit playing with me, honey, I just might forget all about it," she grinned, rubbing against the boy.
Giving her jam-coated, matted pubic hair a little tug, the naked boy removed his fingers, his eyes sliding to the beautiful redhead. Whatever this whore has in mind, I hope I get to play with that juicy little cunt next, he thought, licking his thick lips as he stared at the tempting auburn triangle.
"We," Elmira announced dramatically, "are going to play cards."
"Cards?" her two cohorts chorused, their faces reflecting disappointment.
Ignoring their protests, the girl trotted back to the living room, a naked mountain of moving flesh, to remove one last item from the paper sack she'd left on the coffee table. "Umm-hmm," she hummed as the pair followed her. "It's a very special game and you have to use very special cards. It's called Pick-A-Pose." Spreading the deck in fanlike fashion, she held them up to reveal some of the lurid photos on the back.
The colorless boy whistled appreciatively, his eyes glittering as he reached for the deck of pornographic cards. "Man, these are wild," he said, shuffling through them with eager hands.
Elmira nudged her girlfriend, gesturing toward the dangling penis that was beginning to lose some of its wrinkled limpness. "Look at lover-boy," she giggled. "He's shaping up already. A few hands at this and he'll be raring to go again." The girl grinned at Bonnie Mae's breasts, then looked down at her own voluminous blobs of flesh. Cupping them in her hands, she lifted them high. "Then, these babies of ours are gonna get sucked good and proper, honey."
Grinning, Bonnie Mae's nipples rose into stiff points and tingled with anticipation. "How do we play?" she asked, peering over Potsy's shoulder. A delicious warmth spread across her thighs at the sight of the lewd poses.
"First, we sit down," Elmira said, lowering her heavy body to the rug gracelessly. She snatched the cards away from the fascinated, slack-mouthed boy and shuffled them. Then, she spread them out across the carpet with the photos facing down. "Next, we take turns picking a card." She paused to give them an unwholesome smile. "And you have to act out the pose on the one you get!"
"Crazy!" Potsy said, licking his lips while he feasted his faded eyes on Bonnie Mae's luscious, nude body.
"Elmira, you're so creative!" Bonnie Mae praised. "How do you think up all these things?"
"It's easy," Potsy snickered, "when your mind is always in the gutter."
"Up your ass!" the girl retorted, making an obscene gesture with her middle finger.
"Not unless it's on the card I pick, baby," he replied, grinning.
The three teenagers burst into appreciative laughter. "Well, what do you know?" Elmira said, giving the boy an admiring glance. "Potsy finally made a funny."
"Come on, let's get started," Bonnie Mae urged, looking at the clock. "It's after ten already."
"Wait a minute," Elmira said. "I haven't explained the rules. First of all, you have to do whatever's on your card." She shot Bonnie Mae a meaningful look. "No copping out, honey." She turned her glittering eyes to the boy. "And you, lover, don't get to cum."
"Hey," he whined, looking crestfallen. "That ain't fair!"
"Don't get your balls in an uproar, dumb-ass! You already shot your load once tonight. If you get your cookies again, you won't be worth an old man's fuck for our grand finale."
The boy gave her a blank look.
"The tit-sucking bit, stupid. I been bragging to Bonnie Mae so don't go making a liar outta me by wearing yourself out before the big scene, okay? Our boobs have been aching for days just thinking about it."
"You can blow your wad after you show me what that talented mouth of yours can do to these," Bonnie Mae consoled, shaking her shoulders so that her huge tits performed a wild dance. "Then, you can cum deep inside my pussy, okay?" she teased, stroking herself while he watched hungrily.
"Just one more thing," Elmira continued. "There's a three-minute time limit on each pose." Her eyelids dropped. "That's in case you want to enjoy it a little." She looked at her girlfriend. "But we don't want to overdo it 'cause the last one to cum is the winner. Once you get your jollies, honey, you're out of the game. You can't pick a card, then, you can only help Potsy and me act out ours until I get my gun. If I cum first, the same goes for me, okay?"
"Okay!"
Elmira wet her lips. "Who wants to pick the first card?"
"Me!" Bonnie Mae volunteered, reaching for the outspread deck. A bit stung by her friend's insinuations that she was a spoil sport, the girl was anxious to prove her wrong. She chose a card, turned it over, and felt her palpitating pussy grow even wetter. Her jade eyes grew thick-lidded as they slid from Potsy to Elmira. "I'm going to need both of you to help me act this one," she said. With parted lips, she held the card up to show them the lewd act portrayed in the photo.
Ralph Conway pulled up in front of the sprawling suburban mansion and killed the engine. I'm really going to strain my balls on this deal, he told himself as he got out of his car and strode briskly up the walk. He carried his new attache case with a firm grip, striving for an air of quiet confidence. This son-of-a-bitch is rolling in dough. If I play this cool and easy, I can walk out of here with the fattest commission yet. I'll be able to pay off Liz's car and pad my wallet, too. Maybe I'll even treat myself to an expensive piece of ass, one of those near-northside hookers whose rates are out of sight.
Ralph lifted the heavy brass knocker and chimes pealed within. Straightening his shoulders, he assumed a pleasant, businesslike expression as he waited. When there was no response, he lifted the knocker again. Still, silence. Peering through the gleaming, paned windows to the left of the massive door, he saw a richly paneled den. One wall contained a well-stocked floor-to-ceiling bookcase and massive leather chairs flanked the stone fireplace. On the Oriental rug between the mahogany desk and huge stereo, a white Persian cat posed regally. The long-haired feline glanced in his direction, blinked, then looked away in bored sophistication.
Shifting his attache case to the opposite hand, Ralph tried the door knocker for a third and final time. His expression changed to one of annoyance. Don't tell me the fucking bastard forgot about our appointment. We set this up days ago.
When the massive door failed to open, the ambitious insurance agent faced up to the unpleasant knowledge that he'd made a hell of a long drive for nothing. A complete waste of time, for it was obvious that no one was home. The man either forgot that he was coming over this evening or went out without bothering to cancel out.
Ralph spun on his heel and returned to his car with brisk, angry strides. Maybe he wasn't as well-heeled as this son-of-a-bitch but his time was valuable, too. He slid behind the steering wheel and slammed the door with vengeance. Glancing at his watch, he inserted the key in the ignition, started the motor, and roared away.
Should I stop somewhere for a drink? he wondered as he headed for the expressway. But by the time he descended the entrance ramp, the gray-eyed man decided to chuck the idea. He had a good half-hour drive ahead of him. Maybe he should go straight home, see the babysitter to her door, then mix himself a stiff drink and try to unwind.
Tension made the muscles in his neck tighten as he pressed his foot down on the accelerator. How he ached to phone the cocky SOB who stood him up tonight and chew his ass. But damn it, Ralph was determined to sell him that policy. He knew all too well that first thing tomorrow morning, he'd swallow his anger, and part of his pride, when he phoned to set up another appointment.
Liz Conway brushed against the attractive gray-haired man as she bent over to serve him another drink. His eager eyes took in her slim figure and short skirt and liked what they saw. "Thanks, honey," he said a bit thickly, running his hand down the back of her net-stockinged thigh. "But how about joining me? It's kind of lonely sitting here all by myself."
Ordinarily, Liz would squirm out of reach, smile, and give the man a good-natured brush. But tonight was different. Tonight, the platinum-haired cocktail waitress had been brooding about her husband and that big-busted babysitter. By now, the girl probably had those long legs of hers split wide open and Ralph was fucking her for all he was worth. And if he were, then he wasn't worth a shit!
Stella was right, Liz decided, setting the man's drink on a cocktail napkin. It was time she started having herself some fun, too. And this traveling salesman who'd been ogling her all evening looked like he could provide plenty. The gray-haired man came in regularly whenever he came to Chicago and seemed particularly interested in the slender, blonde waitress. Much to Stella's disgust, however, Liz always discouraged his advances in a firm, but friendly, manner.
"You're crazy, luv," Stella once told her, shaking her head in disbelief. "What I wouldn't give to have that big hunk look at me the way he looks at you! Get a load of those classy suits he wears, honey. And that big rock flashing on his pinky! He's obviously loaded and he practically drools whenever you wait on him. How the hell can you keep turning your back on a stud like that?"
Liz straightened up to return the man's gaze, letting his hand linger. "I can't join you right this minute, handsome," she said with a slow, inviting smile. "But I get a fifteen-minute break soon. Can I take a rain check till then?"
The man's eyes lit up and his smile broadened. "I'll be waiting, baby," he said, his voice husky.
Liz wiggled her trim hips more than usual as she continued her rounds, conscious of the salesman's watchful eyes. Tonight, she would merely encourage the man. She'd have a drink with him, get acquainted, and drop a few broad hints that she might be willing to get a lot friendlier. She'd keep the guy dangling until she had more on Ralph. If it turned out that her husband was balling that fifteen-year-old kid, then Liz would dump the frigging bastard and drop the goody-goody bit once and for all.
She'd take old Stella's advice . . . find herself some big spenders and start enjoying life. Never again would she let any man hurt or humiliate her. The tables would turn. Liz would start using men instead of having it the other way around.
As she carried a tray of drinks, she caught the stranger's eye. He winked at her, lifting his glass in a little salute. Liz smiled over her shoulder, wiggled her ass, and winked back. So he was a traveling salesman out on the prowl, looking for a little diversion. Liz was just about ready for some fun and a little diversion, too!
Bonnie Mae placed the card she'd chosen on the rug with the obscene photo facing upward. Emulating the position of the naked girl in the center, she dropped to her knees and arched her back, letting her head fall back so that her long, auburn hair spilled onto the carpet. She spread her ivory legs wide, like the girl in the photo, until her cuntal lips parted, their glistening, flowering petals throbbing expectantly. Her lovely face flushed, the girl waited for her partners to play their parts in this lewd act.
Elmira lumbered to one side of the arched girl, and Potsy to the other. With one last reference to the card, they acted out their roles. Elmira brought her pudgy face down on the girl's left tit, opened her warm mouth as far as she could, and filled it to capacity with the delectable, firm flesh.
His eyes froglike, Potsy devoured the girl's right breast. "Ummm," he moaned, savoring the delectable mouthful. His quivering joint thickened with lust as his pale cheeks moved in and out. The boy's talented tongue performed as if it were a separate entity, rolling, pinching, and sucking the tender tip, doing electrifying things to the girl.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her body aflame. Elmira sure wasn't exaggerating, she thought, her right breast swollen and hard in response to the exquisite torment that it was receiving. Elmira was doing a pretty good job on her left boob, too. The girl's salivating oral cavity felt good against her fiery nipple.
Suddenly, the lovely redhead cried out and sucked her stomach in as first her girlfriend, then the boy, completed their parts in the obscene portrayal. "Oh, shit!" she panted, elevating her hips as their fingers entered her throbbing vagina. Each had two fingers shoved up inside her, teasing and stroking the spongy, dripping caverns of her inner passage.
"Ooooohhhh, sweet Jeeesus!" she cried, her straining pelvis rotating in the air as their fingers grew more demanding. Potsy jammed still another finger up her cuntal passage and Bonnie Mae panted, beads of moisture dotting her forehead. Moaning, she worked her hips furiously. She felt the scrape of fingernails deep inside her and she closed her eyes to the wonderful, new sensations coursing through her arched and burning body.
Just when she was about to ascend that ultimate peak, the probing fingers made a hasty exit and the warm, wonderful mouths punishing her tits pulled away. The panting girl's eyes flew open in bewilderment, her abandoned body still poised and waiting.
"Time's up!" Elmira announced cheerfully, crawling back to the outspread deck, her drooping sacks of flesh swinging back and forth while her mammoth, dimpled asscheeks shook and wobbled. "And not a minute too soon either, sweetie," she teased as the girl and boy joined her reluctantly. Elmira looked at Bonnie Mae's flushed face and distended nipples and grinned. "A few more seconds and you would have lost."
"Yeah, I could tell you were ready to cum,"
Potsy added, leering at her.
"Okay, my turn!" Elmira said, picking a card. She turned it over and batted her lashes at the boy. "Poor Potsy," she said in mock sympathy. "Looks like you have to sit this one out."
"Whaddya mean? Let's see," the boy said in a petulant tone.
Elmira flipped the card over, showing it to the pasty-skinned boy, then to her girlfriend. Seeing the sudden gleam in the babysitter's eyes brought a grin to the fat girl's lips. "How about the feather duster and rolling pin, sweetie?"
"I know where they are," Bonnie Mae said, quickly rising. Her two sex partners admired the perfection of her nudeness as the lovely girl hurried into the kitchen to return with the two props.
Elmira turned over on her back with her heavy thighs split wide, the well-trodden slit of her sticky cunt winking lewdly as it awaited its next treat. Climbing on top of her spread-eagle friend, Bonnie Mae straddled her with her weight on her bent knees. She lowered her face to her friend's crotch and thrust her own bare behind out so that her pretty, auburn pussy was easily accessible to her partner.
Their naked male observer's bulging eyes were on the redhead's pink, quivering sphincter and he felt his balls quiver. How I'd like to shove my finger up her tender, little asshole, he fantasized, stroking his growing penis.
Elmira flung a flaccid arm out to lift her chosen card for another look. "Hand me the rolling pin, honey," she said in a throaty voice.
The girl obeyed, keeping the feather duster in her hand. Her lovely face just inches from the girl's oozing, coral niche, Bonnie Mae's left hand slid down to open her milky slot even further. With her right hand, she eased the tip of the feather duster's plastic handle into her slick receptacle.
Elmira giggled and drew her legs even further apart. "Don't be so gentle, honey. Shove it in good and hard. I never been fucked by a turkey before and I want to gobble it up." The girl's laughter soon ended when her friend complied with her request. Her mouth drooped wet and loose and her eyes shone glassily as the long handle invaded her spongy canal. Bonnie Mae thrust the handle deep inside the girl, rotating it vigorously before withdrawing it almost completely.
Her hand pumped in and out, in and out, shoving the plastic rod higher and higher until only the bright fan of feathers was visible. With each penetration, the redhead worked the long handle in a circular motion, watching Elmira's dimpled inner thighs twitch while she moaned blissfully. "Mmmm. It feels . . . mmm . . . marrrvelousss!"
Elmira's fat arms lifted the rolling pin and she brought her lust-contorted face close to her girlfriend's parted, pink crevice. Aiming the end of the kitchen utensil at her dripping, center slot, Elmira jammed it in.
"Eeee!" the girl shrieked, her ass bucking high in the air as her anus puckered. Elmira wasted no time thrusting the wooden object deep inside her friend until the jutting handle bumped against the mouth of her cervix. "Oh, Christ!" the girl gasped, her legs trembling.
Elmira pulled the thick rolling pin backward with tantalizing slowness. Bonnie Mae whimpered, her quivering vaginal walls clinging to the object, reluctant to part with it. As the fat girl withdrew it, Potsy grinned salaciously, for the massive pseudo-prick was saturated with the creamy fluids of excitement.
Elmira continued to fuck her friend with the wide rolling pin and Bonnie Mae reciprocated by shoving the long feather duster in and out of Elmira, rotating it savagely on every in-stroke. Potsy's breathing was asthmatic as he looked on, his faded eyes fascinated by the girl's perverse activity. His madly pulsating cock was fully extended now and his stubby fingers toyed with its dripping, gaping tip as he listened to their outcries and watched the luscious redhead's bucking ass and the swinelike girl's gyrating pelvis.
Everyone was so thoroughly engrossed in what was going on, that the three-minute time limit was completely forgotten. Each girl screwed the other with fervor, thrilling to the forceful invasion of the household objects. Elmira's great hips heaved higher and higher while Bonnie Mae whirled her rounded ass in the air like a madwoman. "Harder!" she gasped, loving the feel of the luscious thickness of the rolling pin, crazed by the steady bump of its handle against her cervix. "Mmmmph! Shove it . . . mmmph . . . higher!"
"Fuck me faster!" Elmira begged, pumping her pelvis up and down in rhythm with the circular thrusts of the deliciously long feather duster handle.
The two girls kept at each other's throbbing pussies, their hands pumping at a steady pace, until Bonnie Mae, driven to the supreme height of carnal joy by the pistoning wooden object, cried out in sweet release, her buttocks quivering as she bucked up and down in wild abandon, twirling the buried feather duster furiously as she climaxed.
Aroused by her girlfriend's convulsive response to her manipulations of the rolling pin and the increased attack on her own passion-soaked cunt, the corpulent teenager strained her pelvic muscles in one final upward thrust before she jerked and gyrated, mewing like a cat on the prowl, as a devastating orgasm ripped through her massive body.
By now, the boy's cheeks had grown pink and he wheezed with lust. "I'm next," he panted, reaching out for a card.
Elmira looked up from the tangle of arms and legs that she and her girlfriend had become when they collapsed in exquisite fatigue. The feather duster was still buried in her satisfied pussy, its bright plumage protruding ludicrously. "The game's over, Potsy," she drawled, withdrawing the rolling pin from between her sex partner's limp legs. "We both came, honey." She grinned lazily, her eyes hooded and dreamy. "Or couldn't you tell?"
"Ohhh, Elmira," Bonnie Mae sighed, lifting her leg to roll over and sit up. "That was out of sight. Even better than my vibrator."
"Whaddya mean the game's over?" Potsy demanded, staring at them with incredulous, washed-out eyes. "Don't I get a turn, anyway? You two just had yourselves a hell of a good fuck. You mean, all I get is a rip-off?"
"He's right, Elmira," Bonnie Mae conceded, touching her arm. She glanced at the clock. "We've got time for one more card before the grand finale. It's twenty after ten and Mr. Conway is due back between eleven and twelve. Just so's the two of you are out of here by eleven, okay?"
Sighing, Elmira pulled the feather duster out and sat up. "Yeah, I guess poor Potsy should have his turn. But this is the last card trick, lover-boy. Understand?"
"Sure, sure," he was quick to agree, turning his card over. His snake-like tongue darted wetly across his lips as he leered at the two girls. "I'm gonna need both of you for this one." Grunting, he pulled his unwieldy body off the rug and stood up. "We're gonna play choo-choo. Com'ere, Bonnie Mae." He grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "You're the engine," he explained, grabbing her slender waist to position her in front of him. "And you," he pointed to Elmira, "are the caboose. Get behind me, will you ?"
"Just a minute," she protested, reaching for the card he left on the carpet. "You forgot to show us the picture, dumb-ass." She picked up the card and rolled her eyes. "Look at this, sweetie." She held it up to show her girlfriend the lewd performance of the trio in the photo.
The lovely redhead grinned and bent forward, knees bent, with her hands resting on her firm thighs. Her big tits dangled like two giant teardrops.
"How come I have to be the caboose?" Elmira wanted to know as she took her position behind Potsy. Rising to her knees, she put her hands on both of his flabby asscheeks and spread them wide, exposing his winking, hairy asshole.
"Because I've fucked you a hundred times," he retorted, a look of contempt on his homely face as he glanced over his shoulder at her. "And right now, I wanna soak my prick in her for a change, all right?"
"All right, already," she replied good-naturedly. "Don't get your great big balls in a great big turmoil, lover-boy."
"Besides," he added as an afterthought, "I'm the engineer!" With that, he bent his knees until his great, swollen penis was aligned with the beautiful white ass in front of him. His clammy hands encircling her waist, he thrust his weight forward, sending his thick joint into her cuntal opening. He fucked slow and deep, enjoying every inch of her spongy vaginal walls.
I'm in her gorgeous cunt at last, he thought, moaning as he balled the girl nice and easy, hoping to prolong his ecstasy. Mmmm, she feels nice . . . not all stretched out like that dirty slut behind me.
Just then, Elmira's tongue darted up his rectum as she acted out her role in the depraved pantomime. Potsy responded involuntarily, jerking his hips forward to penetrate Bonnie Mae's juicy cunt even further. The fat girl's hands pulled at the boy's dimpled buttocks, separating them to make room for her burrowing face. She shoved her wet, eager tongue far up inside him, exploring his quivering rectum with the skill and fervor of the nympho that she was.
Potsy's colorless eyeballs practically disappeared as they rolled heavenward. Elmira's a fat, smelly slob, he admitted to himself, but, holy shit, there's nothin' this whore can't do!
Bonnie Mae was happy with the doggie-style screwing she was getting. Mmmmm, it feels good this way, she thought, lifting her behind to meet the boy's every forward movement. It makes his prick seem even bigger and it hurts a little, too. She sighed contentedly as the boy's slippery cock continued to burrow, her eyes closed.
Potsy was in heaven. Fucking a pretty, red-haired pussy and getting the shit licked out of my asshole, too. And I've still got those gorgeous tits ahead of me. His mouth watered as he imagined it filled to capacity with eager tits. Jesus, what a night!
The naked threesome moaned and grunted, their sweating, secreting bodies moving in a weird, unholy unison as if they were one. They forgot all about the three-minute time limit. Even if they had remembered, they wouldn't have cared. For they were losing themselves in complete abandon to the wicked splendor of their unwholesome act.
Not one of the three teenagers heard the key turning in the lock, nor the sound of footfalls crossing the kitchen floor. And they were all blissfully unaware of the eyes watching their lewd performance with dilated, fascinated pupils.
It wasn't until the gaping mouth cried out in shocked disbelief that the naked trio pulled apart!