Chapter 1
Clara Bevin, a rich, forty-year-old widow, had a recurring passion - she loved to be fucked and sucked by strange men who were down on their luck. Every tramp who came to her door was invited in, told to take a good bath, and shave and cut his hair as best he could. Clara Bevin would then seduce the fellow, providing he could get a good hard-on. There were times when she came across a man who couldn't get a rise out of his tool, in which case she would become enraged and literally throw the tramp out of her house. Clara lived alone, except for her maid, Jennie, a brown-haired woman of approximately the same age as Clara.
It was a hot summer afternoon and Clara was reclining on her bed, almost totally naked, a glass of whiskey in her left hand. Her right hand rubbed at her crotch, parting her moist pussy lips as she expertly rubbed her vulva. Rumbles of passion passed over her trembling body.
"Got to get a strange man soon or I'll go nuts," she murmured. "Wish some young bum would come to the door. God, what I could do with him!" She rubbed her pussy lips a few more times and then yelled for her maid.
Jennie came running into the bedroom, drying her hands on her apron as she came to a halt. "What is it, Mrs. Bevin? Did you want something?"
Clara glared at her. "Of course I want something. Do you think I'm yelling just for the hell of it? Have you seen any tramps hanging around today?"
Jennie gulped. "Yes, Mrs. Bevin. There's one in the back yard now. I gave him some soup and he's picking up trash to put at the curb. You told me the other day you wanted this done soon and . .."
"How does the bastard look?" Clara demanded harshly.
"Oh . .. like all the others .. . dirty . . . quite young, I would say."
"Go get him. Bring him in here." Clara ground her teeth.
Jennie's hands fluttered to her mouth. "You're not going to ... fo ... take him to bed, are you, Mrs. Bevin?"
"If I do, that's my business. Now, go get him. Hurry up, damn you."
"Very well, Mrs. Bevin." Jennie looked disturbed, but she left the room swiftly and some five minutes later returned with a tall young man who was obviously a tramp.
"This is the man, Mrs. Bevin," Jennie said.
Clara Bevin had covered her body partially with the bedsheet, and now she looked at the fellow with interest, pulling one bare leg out for his benefit. She was pleased when his glance darted to the leg. Nice. This fellow was a cocksman, no doubt about it.
"Hello there," Clara said softly. She then turned to her maid. "You may leave, Jennie." She frowned at the servant. "Now!"
Jennie left the room quickly, closing the door after her.
Clara smiled oddly. "What's your name?" she asked the man.
'Tony," he replied, eyeing her leg and licking his lips.
She judged him to be perhaps twenty-nine or thirty. His clothing was soiled badly and his face was smeared with dirt, but his eyes were clear and that told her he still had plenty of life in his loins. She rather imagined he would be quite a man once she got him cleaned up and into bed. She pointed at the bathroom.
'That room," she told him. "Go there. Take off your clothes. Shower thoroughly to get that damn dirt off you. Dry yourself and come back here to my bed. I'll wait for you."
The man's eyes had a strange light in them. "Am I getting paid for this?" he asked shrewdly.
"If you insist." Her tone was cold.
"I insist," he said quietly. "Do you prefer that I come to you naked or clothed?"
Clara laughed shortly. "Naked, of course, and be quick about it. I want some cock."
Tony bowed slightly. "You speak frankly," he said. "I, too, am a frank person. How much will you pay for the use of my cock?"
"Oh ... ten dollars," she said impatiently.
"Agreed. Ten dollars for one fuck. Anything more will cost more."
"What are you - a male whore?" She glared at him.
The man returned her look. "What are you - a cock-crazy cunt?"
Clara realized that matters were beginning to get out of hand. "Oh, come on, let's not trade insults. I'd much prefer to have you fuck me."
The man bowed slightly again. "I'll take the shower and be back after a bit." He turned, left the bedroom and entered the bathroom. He gave a glance backward at Clara, then closed the door.
Clara sighed and rubbed her vulva again. Her cunt was quite moist now, ready to be penetrated. She hoped the young man had a big one. How nice it would be to have a big cock poking inside her. Clara had not had a big cock in her for several days. As a matter of fact, now that she thought about it seriously, she had been without cock for more than a week. Being the hot type of female that she was, going without cock for more than one week was unbearable. She smiled thinly when she heard the water running in the shower. Waiting as long as she could, she finally got up from the bed and walked quietly to the bathroom door. Arriving there, she turned the knob on the door and peeked into the shower stall. The young man was rubbing soap over his magnificent hairy body. She glanced at his penis and was delighted at its size, despite the fact that it was flaccid and dripping water from the shower spray. Clara drew in her breath carefully and quietly closed the door. She returned to her bed, her heart pounding furiously inside her.
Her hand stole to her cunt again, now very moist. "Hurry, Tony baby," she murmured softly. "I can't wait much longer. I need your prick in me."
It seemed like ages before she saw him open the door between the bedroom and bath, saw him stride into the bedroom, a towel wrapped about his middle, hiding his penis and balls from view. He came directly to the bed and looked down at the reclining Clara.
Clara was equal to the occasion. She threw off the covers and exposed her wet cunt to his probing eyes. "Suck it, fuck it, do whatever you wish, Tony."
The man pulled at his nose. "Where's the ten dollars?"
"On the dresser you will find some money. Take ten from it and . .. put it in your clothing, if you wish."
He did so, going to the bathroom again and returning quickly. This time he was not wearing the towel about his waist.
By now Clara was so sexually excited she was almost out of her mind. She pointed at her cunt. "Get on me and fuck it, young man," she said hoarsely. For the first time, she noted that his hair and eyes were quite dark. The hair about his penis was equally dark.
"If I'm going to fuck you, lady, you'd better get it hard for me."
This annoyed Clara a little. "Doesn't looking at my nudity make you want to ... fuck me?"
Tony smiled, revealing white, even teeth, hardly the look of an out-and-out tramp. "Afraid not. I've kicked better-looking women than you out of bed."
"Do you have to be insulting?"
He shrugged. "No, I don't. Just don't get the idea that you're some dish that can give a guy an easy hard-on."
"Do you want to fuck me or don't you?"
He grinned. "I've already got your ten bucks."
Clara knew she had to relent a bit or there would be nothing happening between them. "Oh, come off it. Let's not fight. Bring your cock close to my lips and I'll suck it for a while. Would you like that, Tony?"
"Sure," he said, coming closer to her. She reached out and touched his prick. It was very limp.
"A bit closer," she suggested.
He moved up closer still and she rose on her elbow and kissed his penis wetly. Instinctively, probably, he pulled back, but immediately thrust his loins forward so that she could once more kiss his tool.
"Do you like my kissing your cock?" she asked softly.
"Feels good," he admitted.
"Put it in my mouth and I'll suck it."
He fingered his penis and steered it toward her lips. She took it in, ran her tongue over the head of it and was rewarded by feeling it grow. In a moment it was fully erect. She removed her lips and smiled up at him. "There you are," she said.
"Yeah," he grunted. "Move over on the bed. I want to get on top of you, lady."
"My name is Mrs. Bevin, Tony," she told him.
"Okay, Mrs. Bevin. Get your twat running for a reaming. I'm coming at it."
Clara smiled happily and moved over on the bed. She watched the young man place first one knee on the bed, and then the other. He straddled her momentarily as if wanting her to suck him again, but even as she considered this, he lay down on her and thrust his hard penis at her slit. She felt the firm head enter her, felt it slip partway in. She grimaced, but not from pain, and moved her body about somewhat, lifting her hips slightly. She was rewarded by feeling his penis enter her all the way.
"Now," she moaned, looking up at his chin, "do it to me good, young man."
"My name," he said, "is Tony. Knock off this 'young man' bit."
"Sorry," she said. "I meant nothing offensive by it."
He began to fuck her, slowly, surely, expertly. Clara lost no time in becoming aroused. It seemed that each time he thrust deeply into her, a spasm would rake her body. She shivered with anticipation of what was to come and as she did so, he thrust forward savagely. His penis had now grown unbelievably fat and the walls of her cunt were stretching to accommodate it.
"Nice cunt, Mrs. Bevin. Tight. Small. Surprises me."
"Why should it surprise you?" she asked quickly. "I'm not that old."
He moved in her, causing thrills to pass up and down her spine. "Who said you were? Nowadays, most women don't have tight boxes. That's all I meant."
She sighed. "Why do you suppose that is true?"
'They're getting fucked too much. What else?"
"And me ... I get hardly any at all." This was scarcely the truth.
"You're getting it now," he informed her, and began to move savagely in her again.
"Would you mind if I sucked you off after you fuck me, Tony?" she asked boldly. "I love to suck cocks."
He surprised her by yanking it out and moving up on her, sitting astride her breasts. With his hand, he pointed his penis at her lips. "Here you are, Mrs. Bevin. One cock for you to suck. Part your lips and take it in, baby."
Clara was somewhat disappointed, for she had wanted him to leave it in her cunt. However, she smiled tensely at him and kissed his penis, not quite certain if she wanted to do it. It carried the scent of her pussy and she found this not altogether to her liking. She turned her head away.
"What's the matter?" he barked. "You said you wanted to suck."
"I'm sorry. It smells of me .. . my cunt. Please go to the bathroom and wash it."
He swore. "Hell - it's your cunt! Why be so squeamish about it?"
"Please," she said. "Go to the bathroom and wash."
"All right, goddamn it," he growled. He got off her and strode to the bathroom, the cheeks of his ass swinging back and forth in what she thought was a most exhilarating manner.
Clara lay still, her heart hammering within her, her glance turned toward the bathroom door. Finally, he came out of the bathroom, his cock swinging as he walked. Clara lifted herself up on one elbow and watched the pendulum sway of his prick.
Tony got back on the bed but did not straddle her as before. "Now," he said, "have you the same thing in mind or have you decided on something different?"
"You may thrust your cock into my mouth, Tony," she said softly.
"Big deal. You sound as if you thought I was dying to be Frenched. Well, I'm not. Getting Frenched is nothing new to me. I've had some of the best-looking broads in the country suck my cock and they even ask for the privilege of doing a repeat."
"I'm sure you have, Tony. You're quite handsome, you know."
"Never mind that shit, lady. Just tell me how you want it - in the mouth or up the cunt."
"I did tell you, Tony," she said.
'Think I'll let you suck my dingus," he said, as if finally reaching a firm decision. "Maybe it won't be half bad having an old bag like you go down on me."
"I'm not an old bag," she cried sharply, "and I'll thank you to watch your tongue."
He crawled up over her chest as he had before, his penis pointed straight at her lips. "Suck it, Mrs. Bevin, suck the goo out of my prick."
Clara moistened her lips with her tongue. "All right. You may put it in my mouth. I'll suck it for a while. But I don't want you shooting off in my mouth. Understand?"
"I understand," he said somewhat disagreeably. "But I'm not sure I like being ordered about. After all, I'm the one who is giving you what you want. . . it's not the other way around."
"Put your cock in my mouth and don't talk so much," Clara cried impatiently. What was the matter with the fellow? She had just given him ten dollars, which was probably more money than he had seen at one time in a month, and still he wasn't acting as if he appreciated it.
He thrust his penis into her mouth and Clara tasted him once again. She found she liked the feel of his hard-on between her lips. It was pleasant, hot, nice. Applying suction to it, she massaged the stiff tube with her fingers at the same time. Glancing up she saw that his eyes were closed tightly and that there was a great look of lust about his mouth. For some reason, this thrilled her immensely and she sucked his penis with renewed vigor.
He squirted in her mouth - but only a little.
"More," she cried thickly, her head bobbing back and forth as she sought to extract the cum from his prong, even though she had told him not to shoot off in her mouth.
He blew a bit more and she swallowed it eagerly, passionately.
He surprised her again by yanking it out of her mouth. He threw himself down on top of her in a flat position, and soon she felt his stiff prong poking at her moist slit, trying to gain entrance.
Clara wantonly spread her legs wider to better receive his offerings. This man evidently wanted to do it all ways at once. This was confusing to her, in a sense, but at least he was a man with a hard-on and that was exactly what she wanted. A young, strange cock poking into her cunt hole.
Clara wrapped her legs about him and closed her eyes as his fiercely probing penis continued its assault inside her body. She was excited and exhilarated and knew that very soon she would hit her peak. And then it was upon her. She stiffened and sighed deeply, moisture gushed from her cunt as he released his gooey flow of cock juice into her depths. The young man pumped fiercely at her slit, squirting his hot lava into her warm wetness.
The man was gone now - he had returned to performing the tasks that Jennie had previously assigned him. Clara had bathed and put on a dressing gown with no undergarments beneath her flimsy robe. She wandered about the big house, pausing at the back rooms that faced the garden, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man. She was unsuccessful. Finally, she found her maid and asked her if the man was still on the premises.
Jennie wiped her hands on her apron before answering - something she usually did when a question was put to her. "He went down the street to buy a new garbage can," she told her employer. "You told me last week to buy a new one but I hadn't gotten around to doing it."
Clara drew in her breath and then let it out slowly. "Oh . . . then ... he'll be coming back. That's good. When he does, have him come inside the house again. I want to talk to him."
"Very well, Mrs. Bevin," Jennie said. "I'll tell him."
This conversation had taken place in the kitchen. Clara left this room and walked to the front of the house where she had a drink quickly and then filled her glass with whiskey and mix and carried it to the sofa. She slumped down on the cushions and wondered about the furious pounding of her heart. She had just fucked with this man. Was it possible she wanted it with him again so soon? Yes, she decided, it was possible. It was definitely possible. She wanted this young, strange man and his powerful cock in a most decided fashion.
It seemed like an hour or longer before she looked up to see him standing in the doorway to the rear of the house. Clara sat up quickly and smiled at him.
"Come here," she said as seductively as she could. "Come here and sit beside me."
Tony walked across the room and sat down eagerly beside her. "Was there something else you wanted, Mrs. Bevin?" he asked, his eyes looking intensely into hers.
Her cheeks felt warm. Was it possible she was blushing? Yes, she was. Good grief! What was happening to her? She hadn't blushed in years. 'Tony," she said, "you may think me strange but I would like to do a repeat.
He smiled thinly. 'That's what I figured. Want it here on the sofa, Mrs. Bevin?"
She felt like a school girl. Imagine him saying that to her. On the sofa. On the sofa, indeed. She hadn't made love on a sofa in . . . how long? She couldn't quite recall. "I think we had better go to my room, Tony," she heard herself saying softly. "Otherwise, the servant might..." She didn't finish the sentence. It sounded ridiculous.
She took his hand, got to her feet and the two of them made their way to her bedroom. She slipped her dressing gown down over her shoulders, revealing the full tits, with the throbbing red nipples topping each luscious mound. Now she stood before him, turning her hips this way and that, watching his eyes carefully. She was gratified to see the look of lust spring into them.
She let her robe fall to the floor. Turning about, she went to the bed and placed one knee on it seductively. Turning her head back around, she looked him up and down and winked at him. She knew this was a silly thing to do . . . that it was a terribly dated sort of thing to do to a man, but she did it anyway. It turned her on to do it. Clara Bevin never needed any excuse other than to be turned on for doing a particular thing.
Tony pulled off his soiled clothes - she hoped they had not dirtied up his body and she was relieved to see they had not. He approached the bed, the lustful look in his eyes much stronger now. 'Tell me, lady. How many times do I have to fuck you for ten bucks?" He grinned at her.
Clara grinned back and pushed nervously at her hair.
'Tell you what. You be a good fellow and maybe... just maybe ... I'll keep you around the place indefinitely." She looked into his eyes carefully. "How would you like that, Tony?"
Once more he grinned. "I don't know. I might try it. At least I might think about it. I don't like to be tied down, however."
"Maybe you wouldn't be too tied down, Tony," she said quickly.
"Well, we'll see, won't we?" he asked, and crawled onto the bed. He walked on his hands and knees until his rod was directly over her breasts. He lowered his body and "fucked" her tits in what she thought was a most exciting manner. Finally, he lifted his body a bit and moved up so that his hard prick was near her mouth.
"Oh .... it's so pretty," she cried softly. "May I kiss it?"
"You may kiss it," he said gravely.
Clara's hand trembled as she reached up to touch the stiffened rod and when she took hold of it, a bead of fluid appeared in the tiny opening. She quickly pulled his penis head downward until she could fasten her lips about it.
"Oh ... oh ... ," she moaned thickly. "Please, Tony, do it to me."
"Do what to you?" he asked stupidly.
She had to remove her lips from his penis momentarily in order to talk. "Fuck me in the mouth Tony ... please?"
"Oh, sure ... why didn't you say so, lady?"
"Please call me by my name, Tony. It's cozier."
"Okay, Mrs. Bevin. Open your mouth and I'll shoot my jism inside."
Clara closed her eyes, parted her lips, and a moment later she felt the firm flesh entering her mouth. She fastened her lips about it and sucked it as the tramp began to fuck her, orally, in a slow and deliberate manner.
Clara was so passionate now that she would have done anything to anyone. When he forced her head down onto the pillow roughly and pumped himself between her already aching lips, she had one of the most gratifying orgasms she had ever known. Even as he released his cock juice into her mouth, she continued to spasm, and as she sucked him dry, she also shuddered deliciously and nearly passed out from sheer excitement.
Then he was gone.
She opened her eyes and he had already left the room. Had she dozed? She thought she must have. He could not have gotten out of the room so quickly, otherwise. She sat up on the bed and rubbed her eyes and looked about the room. How exciting it had been! How wonderful to have a young stranger make love to her. What was there about fucking with a stranger, and especially a tramp, that appealed to her? She had often asked herself this question but had never come up with an answer that seemed valid. Now, she shook her head, climbed from the bed, dressed, and went to look for him.
"I can't seem to get enough today," she mumbled as she left the room.
She went to the rear of the house and looked out of doors but there was no sign of the young man. She hoped he had not left the premises, but she was forced to admit that it was more than likely he had done exactly that. She searched the rear of the house for Jennie, but did not find her, either. Clara returned to the living room and had another drink.
"If he comes back," she muttered, "I'm really going to proposition him to stay on here. I'll tell him he can be the gardener, or something. Men are sometimes so damned funny about... working for a woman."
She finished her drink and had another and finally went back to her bedroom where she stripped off her clothing and took a shower, remaining under the warm water for a long period of time. Then she stepped from under it, shut off the taps, and seized a heavy towel to rub her body at great length. Clara liked taking showers and rubbing her body with a heavy towel. It was the next best thing to fucking, she often thought.
Slipping on a robe and slippers, she returned to the living room and had still another drink. Carrying the glass to the side window, she glanced out, hoping to see Tony. He was nowhere to be seen.
Eventually, she returned to her bedroom and as she neared the door, she heard the sound of water running in the shower. She frowned, for she was certain she had shut off the taps. Crossing the bedroom quickly, she peered into the bathroom.
Tony was standing naked under the falling water.
Clara sucked in her breath, not quite certain whether she should reprimand him for helping himself to shower privileges, or be thankful he was back. She noticed that the other door to the bathroom - the one that led in from the hallway - was ajar. So that was how he had gotten into the bathroom, she thought.
He glanced up at that precise instant, and grinned at her impudently.
There was something about his grin and glance that turned Clara into a passion-hungry animal. Throwing off her robe, she sank to her knees under the falling water, not caring that it was quickly soaking her hair, plastering it in stringy lengths about her face and neck. She wrapped her arms about his muscular body and proceeded to suck his prick.
Tony breathed very hard, gripped her bare shoulders with his powerful hands, and began to administer a standing mouth-fuck.
Soon, Clara had almost ceased to suck. The man's cock grew larger and harder by the second. His grip on her shoulders hurt her terribly, but she found she loved it.
"So you want to get fucked in the mouth, do you?" Tony growled. "Well, by God, this time I'm going to poke your tonsils out."
Clara sighed gratefully, closed her eyes, held his body fiercely and permitted him to again use her mouth as a cunt.