Chapter 9
As soon as the foursome was able to catch their collective breaths they rose and sat down side by side on an immense couch, all of them lighting up cigarettes. They still wore only their battle dress of wispy garter belts, shimmering nylons and stiletto heels.
George had thought it odd that four women of good taste who were so exquisitely gowned would go against the dictates of fashion that said that high heels were passé. It was obvious now that they wore them for their sexual value alone.
"Girls I simply must go and put on for you a simply divine pair of opera length black kid gloves that my sister brought me from Paris," Helen said as she rose and walked towards the stairs, all of them staring at her meaty buttocks moving against one another, the long black garter straps that led to her taut black nylons alternately tightening and cutting into their softness, then loosening with the little mincing steps she was forced to take because of her sky-high heels. "I thought you might like to see them before we indulge in ... er ... another bridge game."
"Oh they sound exciting Helen ... but please hurry," Terry exclaimed as Helen mounted the stairs, twisting her torso slightly so that they all had a breathtaking view of her monstrous melons flopping about on her rib-cage.
"I can hardly wait to see her girls," Terry whispered excitedly as Helen disappeared from their view. "Last month at the Hammond's house-warming she was wearing long white kids. She had saturated them with her best perfume and as I stood talking to her the aroma of her perfume mixed with that divine scent of warm leather just drove me wild. She took pity on me, seeing the state that I was in and led me upstairs. We locked ourselves in the powder room and she had my dress off practically before the door closed."
"Oh you lucky thing," Grace exclaimed. "You must have been SO excited."
"Oh I was Grace ... I simply can't tell you how much. You know how much we all crave to make love to that fantastic body of hers, well just as this evening, I've always contented myself with just that. Her fantastic pussy and that great mass of black pubic hair is all that I need to completely satisfy me."
"Oh she is unbelievable there isn't she," the willowy brunette shrieked in her excitement, her long legs jerking spasmodically as she dipped an index finger capped by a long carmine lacquered nail into her cunt and wiggled it about frantically. "But do go on my deah, this sounds terribly exciting."
"Oh it was, it REALLY was ... anyway in all of the times that we had been together I was always the lover, she never touched me, but this night I sensed something different in her attitude."
"Perhaps it was something in the drink," Grace whispered.
"I thought about that Grace. I even called the Hammond's the next day to find out the ingredients she put into her punch but the bitch would not tell me, she claimed it was social top-secret."
"Oh forget about all these trivialities, she'll be down soon; I want to hear the rest of the story," the brunette snapped.
"Well girls she took off my bra, unhooked my garter belt and let it hang down by the straps. Then she dropped to her knees before me ... "
"She didn't?" the other two shrieked simultaneously.
"Yes she did girls and believe me I was delirious with anticipation. But that was nothing after what I saw her do next."
"What was that?" the two exclaimed breathlessly, as Grace too now had her index finger deep in her hot cunt.
"She sat back on her haunches and began to flick out her tongue."
"What's so unusual about that?" the brunette said, somewhat deflated.
"It wasn't the act my deah ... it was the TONGUE. I know you won't believe me but she has the longest damn tongue in captivity, longer than most men's cocks."
"OH NO-O-O-O," both women screamed.
"Oh-h-h YES," Helen giggled as she detected the envy in both women's voices. "I simply went out of my mind then imagining what that tongue could do to me."
"You MUST have," Grace exclaimed, wiggling her finger violently in her cunt. "Go on ... GO ON."
"She began by licking my thighs, every inch of them, getting them all wet with her saliva. Then she moved into my forest primeval and gave that as thorough a going over as I have ever had, at the same time she was caressing me with her gloved hands, you know how marvelous kid can feel on your bare flesh; squeezing my boobies, pinching my nipples, I was going crazy."
"Oh I know, it's simply divine. My old man insists that I wear mine to bed with him. He's too old to be very virile, but when I grab that little prick of his in my gloved hands and jerk it a few times he's like an eighteen year old marine," the brunette exclaimed. "But go on. It takes a long time to get opera length kids on properly, but it's getting to be a long time ... HURRY."
"Then she began to lick the lips of my vagina, she really gave them a tongue bath, but I was almost out of my mind I wanted that long, hot tongue in my pussy so bad. She lathered my open slit with the tip of her tongue, up and down, up and down. Then she wiggled it between the open lips and rammed it home ... girls I wish I knew the proper words to describe the sensation as she began to whip that long tongue in and out of my pussy, I almost went through the roof."
Grace and the brunette were gasping for breath now as they worked their fingers in their cunts, frantic with excitement over the lewd description.
"Girls, never did any man create the sensations in my cunt with his prick as Helen did with her tongue. It was mobile, not stiff and straight like a man. She was able to seek out the sensitive nerve endings to passion that were raw and open. Her knowledge about the structure of the insides of our vaginas is incredible."
Inside the closet, George couldn't believe what he was both seeing and hearing. Their sexual orgy had been bad enough, but George had heard about lesbian activities and he wasn't too surprised by that. But this latest incident was too much for his youthful senses to comprehend. One gorgeous socialite relating an obscene story, while two other equally lovely socialites masturbated. To what depths of depravity could these women sink to? Despite his mental censoring of their wanton activities, George opened the closet door a trifle more to make certain that he didn't miss a thing; his own sex juices were as close to the boiling over point as theirs.
"HURRY Terry, Helen will be here any moment," Grace whispered. She now had three fingers, side by side in her cunt, working them avidly.
"My hips jerked and she could tell that I was approaching orgasm and her long tongue became like a skewered python in my cunt and with a feeling that I couldn't possibly describe I came."
"EE-A-A-A," screamed the brunette. "So did I."
"OH-H-H-H so did I," Grace wailed.
The only thing that kept George from joining them as he yanked on his cock, was that Terry got up from the couch as soon as she completed her story and approached the closet saying. "Girls, I heard that Helen just received a black diamond mink from one of her admirers. I'm going to take a peek."
George was frantic ... Terry was coming to the closet. He frantically tried to stuff his immense prick into his fly but to no avail, it was just too huge. Suddenly the dark closet was lit up by the hall light as the door swung open. George tried to hide his cock by placing his hands over it, but it was like a sparrow trying to hide a Titan missile with its wings.
"GIRLS," Terry screamed after a few moments of speechless staring. "There's a young man in here with what has to be the biggest penis in the entire world."
"Does that include the Congo?" Grace giggled.
"I'm not joking girls ... come and see for yourself."
The two women on the couch scrambled to their feet and made a dash into the hall. Two more mouths dropped open to join Terry's. They heard stiletto heels clicking on the stairs and they all turned as though in a trance to see Helen coming down the stairs smoothing out the tiny wrinkles that had formed at elbow and wrist in her armpit length black kid gloves. She made a breathtaking picture as her giant naked orbs bounced up and down gelatinously with her steps, her black gloves and stockings shimmering in the lamplight.
Under ordinary circumstances they would have gasped at the sight, but they had all just uttered their gasp for the evening at the vision of the biggest prick any of them had ever laid eyes on.
"Er ... a ... I guess in all the excitement I forgot to introduce you girls to George ... he ... he works in my diner," Helen stammered as she saw the situation.
"Well Georgie, wouldn't you rather come and work for me in my nice clean home rather than that disreputable diner ... my name is Florence ... how do you do." The willowy brunette reached out a hand and shook the great red gland atop George's cock as she introduced herself.
"And me Georgie," Grace said hurriedly as she did likewise. "You can work for me anytime ... and boy would I keep you working."
"Ditto for me Georgie," Terry exclaimed as she did the same, but instead of politely releasing him as the others had done, she continued to pump his great cock up and down vigorously.
"Don't you always think there's something queer about anyone who holds your hand too long when they're shaking it Grace?" Florence giggled. "I always feel there's hidden meaning behind it."
"There's no hidden meaning about the way I feel you lanky broad," Terry snapped, tipsy from the martinis she had consumed. "I want this cock and I want it BAD."
"Just because you discovered him doesn't give you any claim on him you bitch," Florence screamed as she grabbed a handful of Terry's blond hair and yanked her backwards till she was forced to release George's big rod.
"Wait a minute girls, there's no sense fighting over him," Helen shouted above the angry words. "As you can see there's plenty enough to go around; come on Georgie let's bring that big fat cock the girls seem to be so interested in into the living room, shall we?"
She grabbed his great shaft in her kid encased palm just below his foreskin, squeezing mightily til the great, slippery head bulged even more and turned purplish, getting the message through to George that he had better not try to escape the obvious frantic desires of the three socialites.
It would have been a bizarre sight indeed to a fortunate onlooker as Helen led him thusly into the living room, followed in single file by the three female guests in their exciting black lingerie.
"Isn't his cock INCREDIBLE Florence," Grace gasped as they trooped along behind him. "I just can't wait to get my mouth on that huge knob ... I hope Helen doesn't hurt him. She must be gripping him terribly hard ... have you noticed now the head is turning purple?"
"You don't know much about pricks do you Grace," Florence said knowingly. "It's the toughest muscle on a man's body; it's almost impossible to hurt it ... now if she were leading him along by his balls ... "
The tension that had been building up between the three women was shattered by their peals of laughter.
"Gosh if you three don't beat all," Helen said solemnly. "Here we have what we four have always craved; we've discussed it so many times. What we found lacking in your husbands and my boy friends ... a long, fat cock. To me it's a serious matter, especially with my own particular problem that you all know about. And what do you do when we find it?
"Of course you're right Helen," Florence said meekly as she stared lustfully at George's great, pendulous balls as they slapped together with his steps, directly below his tight buttocks. Because of his loosened belt and open fly, George's chinos had slipped down to his ankles causing Helen to slacken her pace so that he could shuffle along. We won't poke any more fun at him."
"No he'll do all of the poking with that huge prick of his," Terry giggled.
"There you go again," Helen snapped as the fivesome stopped before the card table. "Can't you all see that he's merely a boy and rather frightened by your obscene talk? Now let that be the last of it or I'll kick you all out of here and save him for myself ... as a matter of fact maybe that's what I should ... "
"Oh no you don't Helen," Florence snapped, as the other two guests stood up defiantly, subconsciously electing the willowy brunette as spokesman for the group. "We all know that he works for you but just remember the three of us have one HELL of a lot more money than you do. We might just hire him as a lovely stud and leave you out of it altogether. With what he's got jutting out there between his legs he need never do a lick of work again."
As the four women bickered over him, the way treasure hunters usually do after discovering a lost treasure, George felt a strange feeling of raw power seeping into the marrow of his bones. Electric ripples flowed over his knotted muscles. He wasn't a frightened boy; far from it. Confidence and a feeling of complete domination of women flowed over him like a great tidal wave. Not just these four women but all women. He knew now for sure that he need never work in that greasy dump again.
However it wasn't as though he were taking the situation lightly. His emotions were as aroused to as much of a fever pitch as theirs and he could hardly wait for them to devour him as he knew they would. But first and foremost the light that flickered like a beacon in his brain was the knowledge that his was to be a lust filled life from now on minus the disadvantages of work. It was incredible, fabulous, amazing. The life of luxury that he had sought so desperately ever since his firing by Mrs. Wainright was now on the tip of his fingers; or rather the tip of his cock.