Chapter 12
Bill licked away at the furry quim, sucking and licking her waiting depth. He moved his head up and down, licking the lips and rubbing the clitoris with his tongue. Her wet vagina slid easily around his lips, begging him to continue.
Ginny watched Bill suck on her cunt and it was driving her wild! She wanted to scream, and did so into the pillow. It was a muffled cry of passion as she yelled into the soft feathers. Her whole body began to convulse as the orgasm overtook her complete self. She hunched Bill's mouth, experiencing the greatest of all thrills. God! She thought she would go out of her mind! He licked and rubbed her clitoris until she had another orgasm.
"Eat me Bill! Oh, shit' EAT ME!" she cried out loud.
Bill stopped licking the open gash and stood up. He pulled down his zipper and let his cock spring from his pants.
Ginny sat up and opened her mouth, filling the beautiful hole with his hard-on. She began sucking on the cock and moving her head around in a circular motion, slurping on the muscle like it was candy. She reached under his crotch and began playing with his balls. She took the penis from her mouth and began licking the sides of the stiff muscle with her wet tongue. She went up one side and down the other, licking, tantalizing the giant hard-on.
With one swift motion, Ginny engulfed the whole cock in her mouth and sucked wildly. She jammed the prick down her throat and sucked until she gagged.
Bill was thrilled beyond description. He watched the beautiful creature before him suck and slurp on his throbbing stem, enjoying every movement of her mouth. Her beautiful eyes remained closed as she performed her act of love. He was about to come. He pulled his cock from her mouth and pushed her back on the couch, then rammed his large shaft into her cunt and began to fuck her.
"Oh, my God, Bill ... Fuck me!" she whispered in his ear, as she took the whole erection into her body. The thick penis jammed into her vagina as she hunched forward to meet each thrust. Hump after hump ... Bill fucked her with delight. She could stand no more and began to come. Her fingers dug into his neck as she held on to him, experiencing a thrilling convulsion that shivered through her body.
Bill felt his cock begin to burn as the hot sperm exploded from his body into hers. He could feel short spurts of the thick liquid leave his body as he stiffened, holding his penis inside the hot pussy. Ginny had come at the same time, grabbing him and experiencing the climax with her lover.
"Whew!" Ginny replied when the orgasm subsided. "I have never been fucked like that before. Everything was so groovy ... and unplanned." She sighed deeply and became limp as Bill pulled out of her, wiping his instrument with a handkerchief.
"Here," he offered, handing her the hanky.
Ginny took the rag and placed it between her legs.
"I must have come a pint," he replied, putting on his clothes. "I was awful horny."
"I would say so," Ginny remarked, dressing herself. "I have to get back into this fucking gypsy outfit and do a show tonight."
"Eight o'clock sharp," Bill said, sitting down on the couch next to the beautiful dancer. "Is it a hard number?"
"Yes. Lifts and the whole bit. Oh, well, I wanted to be in show business," she laughed, putting on her shoes.
"I'm gonna split. I'll see you at the party tonight," Bill said, picking up his brief case.
"Party tonight? I think we've already had one ... right here."
Bill laughed. "You're right, but what the hell? May as well take advantage of the food and free booze. See you over there," he said as he left the portable dressing room.
Smoke couldn't keep his eyes off of Nancy's rear end as they walked up the steps to the dressing rooms. It had the most perfect curves and bulges he had ever seen. He would love to reach out and touch it.
Nancy knew where he was looking and exaggerated her walk up the stairs ahead of Smoke.
They arrived at her dressing room and Nancy turned the door knob. It was open. She walked in and saw another girl dancer asleep on the couch.
"Shit!" Nancy snapped.
"Look, why not drive down to the drum shop with me and I'll buy some new sticks." He looked at the sleeping girl. "We'll come back later."
"Alright. I'll grab my jacket," she said, picking up a blue windbreaker.
They left the building and drove into Hollywood to a drum shop named Drum Acres. It was owned by a man named Morey Babison. He was a small man who always had a smile on his face. He sometimes wore an Australian Army hat which added to his strange character. He smiled when
Smoke and Nancy entered the cluttered shop.
"What's happenin' Smoke? Wanta get stoned?" he asked, reaching out to shake Smoke's hand.
"I don't know, maybe. I need some sticks right now."
"What kind? For the show gig, or are you gonna play a little jazz?" he laughed, as he turned his head to one side in a comical gesture.
"Heavy ones, Morey. I broke three this morning playing one production number."
"Maybe you shouldn't work so hard. . .right?" he looked at Nancy and laughed. "This cat puts too much into a gig. He should relax more ... like I do. Stay stoned all the time and you get pretty happy!"
Smoke and Nancy laughed at the small character. He reached for a box of sticks and put them on the counter.
"I'll buy a half dozen while I'm here," Smoke said, inspecting the long, thick pieces of wood.
"You can buy 'em all if you got the bread," Morey spoke, bending and doing a little dance. "That's what I'm here for, to sell all you cats sticks and drums, then I can afford to get stoned!"
"You're out of it, Morey. Jesus!" Smoke laughed, watching Morey bend and snap his fingers in a strange rhythm.
"I don't get no more gigs on drums ... so I sell 'em to all you cats .that do!"
Nancy laughed and put her hand to her mouth. She was embarrassed and not used to the jargon of the musician.
"He won't hurt you, Nancy," Smoke observed her and replied. "He's as harmless as one of these drum sticks."
"Yeah, but just pick me up and beat me sometime ... Look out!" Morey laughed, backing down behind the counter in a shuffle two-step. "UUUHHH! Let's all get stoned!"
"Here. Take my bread. We have to split," Smoke said, handing him a five dollar bill.
"Money for my pusher!" Morey said, taking the crisp paper. "I repeat, do you want to get high?"
Smoke smiled. "Where?"
"In my office ... step right this way," Morey said, dancing to the rear of the building.
The office was as strange as Morey. There were pictures on the dark walls of circus people. There was a fat lady smiling down at you and some dwarfs riding horses in another.
Morey laughed when Nancy and Smoke entered. He was a slightly attractive small man. His charm was in his personality. Nancy was beginning to get used to him and liked him. She had a smile on her face while she watched him roll a joint.
"I have to work tonight, so I shouldn't get high," Nancy spoke, sitting down on a lumpy couch.
Morey locked the door to his office and sat on the edge of his cluttered desk, licking the cigarette closed. "It's up to you sweetie. It's here if you want it." He lit the reefer and took a long pull off the smoke into his lungs, then handed it to Smoke.
"It won't hurt you to smoke a little pot," Smoke said, offering the joint to Nancy.
"Oh, alright. I'll take a couple of drags. I don't work for a few more hours," she remarked, taking the cigarette. She took a drag and enhaled it deeply, then returned it to Smoke.
"You'll feel better," he said, inhaling the marijuana into his lungs. He looked down at Nancy's curvaceous legs and smiled. He nodded his head and handed the joint back to Morey. "You sure have a groovy body!"
Nancy smiled up at him. "So do you," she said simply.
"Hey, you two gonna get it on ... right here!" Morey laughed, jumping from the desk. "Groovy! Can I watch? Or better still, can I join in the ceremony?"
Smoke looked at Nancy and smiled. "It's up to Nancy."
Nancy looked at Morey. She had a peculiar look on her face when she reached for the joint. After taking a long drag on the cigarette she handed it back to Morey and spoke in a low, sexy voice. "I don't care. We can all have a thing."
"Oh, yeah," Smoke said, sitting down beside the beautiful dancer. He put his hand on her leg and rubbed the smooth skin, enjoying the feel of her body with his hand.
Morey's whole attitude changed. He became serious as he sat down on the other side of Nancy. He took off his shirt and unzipped his fly, letting his large cock spring forward. He had almost eight inches of thick muscle. Nancy looked at it and put her hand around the large penis and began to masturbate him. Morey took off Nancy's blouse and brassiere, then pulled her skirt off, leaving her in black lace panties.
Smoke took off his shirt and undid his fly also, taking out his prick. He reached over and put his hand down into her panties and slid his finger inside the wet vagina. He felt the warmth of Nancy's hand slide slowly around his cock as he finger fucker her. Smoke stuck out his tongue and put it in Nancy's waiting mouth. She sucked on it while she masturbated the two penis's. Smoke could feel Morey's hand who was also finger fucking Nancy.
Smoke slid to the floor, pulling off Nancy's panties as he moved. He began kissing her smooth legs and licking the milky white skin.
Morey climbed up and put his legs around Nancy's stomach, fucking her between the breasts. She held the two mounds of flesh together as the big cock pushed its way between her tits, thrilling her with each stroke.
Smoke licked the soft wet haven, then shoved his tongue into the love nest. He put his hands around behind her and grabbed hold of the beautiful ass he had been admiring for so long and pushed her lower body into his face. He moaned with delight as the warm crotch smothered his face. The pubic hairs crushed themselves around his mouth while he licked the wanting depth.
Morey climbed further up on Nancy and stuck his cock in her open mouth. He watched her full, thick lips as they sucked and slid noiselessly back and forth on his man's instrument. She looked up at him with meaningfull eyes as she took the penis further down her throat.
"Oh, yeah, baby. That's it! Suck it honey! Suck it!" he moaned, moving his hips around in a circle while Nancy sucked on his thick shaft.
Nancy was almost overcome with ecstasy. Her hot cunt felt as though it were on fire with Smoke mouth fucking her. She sucked savagely on the cock in her mouth while she moved her hips about, enjoying the hard tongue moving swiftly on her clitoris.
Smoke moaned loudly as he buried himself into the warm crotch. The pussy lapped at him when she had her first orgasm. It made a sucking sound and pulled at his chin as the hot juice lapped at his face. He pushed harder with his tongue, trying to excite her into another orgasm as he licked at the hardened clit.
"Oh, God! I'm gonna come!" Morey said, shoving his penis as far as would go into Nancy's mouth. He felt the orgasm arrive as his joint stiffened and spilled the warm liquid into her mouth. He convulsed slightly, then pulled out his prick and got off her chest.
Nancy swallowed the come and looked down at Smoke, who was eating her crotch. She grabbed his head as she had another orgasm.
"Oh, Smoke! Eat me! Eat me!" she yelled, hunching into his face. She reached another climax and yelled loudly. "OOHHHHHHH Smoookkeee!"
"Here, let's turn around," Morey said, greasing down his penis. He had a small jar of vaseline on his desk and was putting some of it on the head of his limp cock. As he massaged the vaseline around the head, then around the shaft, it began to harden. He smiled and looked at Nancy.
Smoke got up from the floor and waited while Morey turned Nancy around, keeping her rear end high in the air. He watched while Morey stuck his finger in her ass hole, rubbing the brown ring with his middle finger.
Nancy lay on her elbows looking back at Morey. She looked up and saw Smoke's hard-on near her mouth and reached out for it, engulfing the cock in her mouth. She sucked on the long joint, moving her head up and down, back and forth and around and around, sucking and slurping. She could feel two fingers in her ass moving back and forth and it started to feel good. A fat cock in her mouth and it felt like three fingers in her ass excited her tremendously. She began to push into Morey's hand as she sucked on Smoke's penis.
Morey took the three fingers out of her rear end and began to rub the head of his penis around her ass hole, pushing the now hard shaft into her body. He worked the large head into the tight brown ring and pushed it back and forth, enjoying the glove-like fit around his cock. He pushed forward gently entering her bowels with his thick muscle. He could hear her moan as he went farther into her rectum. He felt the smooth skin of her buttocks against his leg as he pushed in and out, in and out.
Smoke was on his knees watching Morey fuck Nancy in the ass and her beautiful lips around his throbbing stem. It wouldn't be long before he would come. Her mouth felt so good! God, she could suck! he thought, watching her moving around, sucking and writhing on his cock. He looked at Morey who rode her from behind. He noticed Nancy put her hand on her cunt and rub it vigorously, masturbating herself. She began to hunch her hips forward with quick, short lunges as Morey fucked her in the ass. Smoke could take no more and succumbed to the climax as he came into Nancy's mouth. He could feel the sperm leave his body and plunge into her face as he stiffened his whole body. He watched as Nancy licked the come from his penis, then he leaned back on the couch, tired from a long day of playing drums and fucking and sucking.
Morey was comical to watch. He looked like a bronc rider on top of Nancy. He hung onto her thighs and rammed her with all the energies of a bull fucking a cow.
Nancy finger fucked herself while she shoved her rear end into Morey. She worked hard humping in a savage rhythm.
Soon it was all over. Morey closed his eyes as he enjoyed his second orgasm. He pushed all the way into Nancy and held himself there while he ejaculated into her bowels.
Nancy screamed with delight. She pushed herself into his waiting shaft as she began to come at the same time. She rubbed her clitoris madly, until it was all over, then relaxed her face down on the couch.
Morey withdrew his wet prick from her ass and wiped it off with a hanky, then zipped up his pants.
"Well, now, what else can we find to do this afternoon?" he said, a grin returning to his face.
Smoke smiled as he began to dress. He put his shorts on and zipped his trousers. He helped Nancy get into and fasten her brassiere.
"That was fun," Smoke said, lighting a cigarette.
"Yeah," was all Nancy could say. She took out her mirror from her purse and began to fix her hair.
"Well, if you all will excuse me, I have to go out and sell some drums. It's a jungle out there!" Morey said, unlocking the office door and leaving.
"Ready to go?" Smoke asked, rising.
"Yeah, don't forget your drumsticks," Nancy laughed, leaving the small office.
"See you later, Morey," Smoke called out as he passed by the counter on his way out.
"Yeah, you all take care, you hear? Come back anytime, Nancy, and we'll talk some more. You are an interesting conversationalist!" Morey yelled across the store. There were two customers at the counter waiting to buy some drums.
Nancy nodded to Morey and left.
"Are you going to take me to the party?" Nancy asked, sitting next to Smoke as they drove back to ABS. .
"I don't know, let me think. Oh, shit! I have a date! I'm supposed to pick her up at a quarter to six! Shit!"
"You bastard!" Nancy said, pulling away from him and sitting in the far corner of the front seat of his car.
"I'm sorry, Nancy, I would have taken you, honest, but I made this other date, and almost forgot."
Nancy was quiet until they arrived at ABS. She got out of the car and started for the artists entrance.
"Bye, Nancy, see you later," Smoke called out.
Nancy looked back at the drummer with a hurt expression on her face. "Yeah, sure," she said softly and entered the artist's entrance.
There were several tourists lined up outside the building waiting to be the audience of a daily quiz show that was filmed there at ABS. They all looked at Nancy closely to see if they could recognize her when she entered through the artist's entrance. They looked away disappointed when they didn't recognize her. They did the same with Smoke when he came in behind her.
Smoke went directly to Ina Freeman's dressing room and knocked on the door. "It's me, Smoke," he called out. "Just a minute."