Chapter 1
Olive Oil and Chanel
I don't get paid to like people. That's not my job. And it's just as well because I didn't like the pompous little greaseball standing in front of my desk, but I did expect to be paid by him.
"Mr. Grue," he said in a voice syrupy thick with Spanish accent. "You come very highly recommended. . . "
"Uh-huh," I said noncommittally, moving my size twelve gunboats over a bit on the desktop so I could size him up.
Not that there was much to size up. Tops, he was five foot four. He was pushing fifty years old, dressed in a cream-colored, double-breasted suit; the coat cut long below the waist, European style. He had on a white shirt, maroon tie and suspenders, and a pair of white leather shoes, the Italian kind with all the little holes in them. On his head he wore a cream-colored Gatsby hat, wide brim, maroon band around the crown. He had a real tulip bulb of a nose, a pencil mustache and a smug look in his bug eyes. He smelled of old money and Havana cigars.
"What can I do for you. . .Mr. . . ? " I said.
"Hidalgo. Cosimo Hidalgo, Mr. Grue," he said, like it was supposed to mean something to me. When I sat there stone-faced and pulled my chin, he went on. "You may have heard of me. I own Lorelei Oil."
"Uh-huh," I said coolly, like it was an everyday thing for a multi-millionaire olive oil importer to walk into my cruddy Bryant Street office. "Have a seat. . . " I said, pointing at the office's single armchair, a threadbare beauty that was the favorite napping spot of the building's resident mouser, a black tomcat named Huey. Huey was not in the armchair at that moment, but his fallen hairs were.
Hidalgo looked at the chair and said, " No, thank you."
"Suit yourself. What seems to be the problem?"
The stumpy man removed his hat. His thinning black hair was plastered to his nut brown skull by what appeared to be some of his own product. He gave me a soulful, bug-eyed look. "It's my wife. I think she has taken a lover. . . "
That came as no big shock to me for two reasons. One, Exhibit A, Mr. Cosimo Hidalgo ... not exactly a contender for the Mr. Universe title. Two, Exhibit B, my professional reputation. Nine-tenths of the people who walk through the frosted glass door emblazoned "Bascom Grue, Investigations" say pretty much the same thing. I am what you call a specialist in marital cases; more specifically, I find grounds for divorce. I like doing marital work because it is so lightweight, violence-wise, and so very lucrative, money-wise.
"What makes you suspect your wife of cheating?" I asked with all the keen interest I could muster.
"A husband can sense these things, Mr. Grue." He began to pace in front of my desk, hat in hands, hands behind his back. "A man in my position..." he started calmly, thought better of it, and shouted: "I will not have an unfaithful wife! Do you understand?! "
"Sure. I take it you want to hire me to look into bodies would've been dynamite au naturel, big boobs, narrow waists, round asses, but in the dyke costumes they left me cold.
The broad in the middle was the one who raised my cock. The lovely Mrs. Hidalgo. Cena Hidalgo, suspected adulteress. She was five-foot-seven and had a figure like a three minute egg timer ... all tits and ass and no waist. She was wearing a brown suede outfit: jean jacket, short shorts and stiletto heeled boots that came up to her knees. She had ash blonde hair, lots of it, piled up on top of her head. Her face was one of those crosses between kitten and mink that said "Fox!" in the current vernacular. She plainly was a hell of a lot of woman for any man to handle. Poor Cosimo was out of his league.
I waited until the three of them roared off in Cena's white Maserati coupe, as I didn't want to be seen in case I had to do some close tail work later on. Then I waited a little more while my bone went down. When I could walk without a limp, I toted my eavesdropper tool kit to the Hidalgo front door and rang the bell.
I only waited a minute before the door opened and a cute little dark-eyed, honey-skinned chick stuck her head out.
"Jes?" she said, batting her long eyelashes at me. She was dressed in a maid's black and white uniform, a little white cap on her head. Her hair was long, coal black and sexy.
"Hi, I'm from the phone company, Miss," I said in my best bored telephonese. "We got some trouble on the line and I'd like to check your receivers..."
She smiled, showing me her dimples, and opened the door.
Damn! She had some fine receivers, too! Especially for a chick her size. And the legs in black nylons were proportionately long and slender. I took in the clicking high heels and high little ass rotating under her short skirt as she showed me the way to the downstairs phone.
It wasn't the one I was interested in so I just picked it up, listened for a second, and told her it was okay. Then I asked her if I could see the rest of them. She nodded but she made me go up the long staircase first, as if she didn't trust me behind her with a screwdriver in my hand. Smart girl!
I found Cena's bedroom without too much trouble. It was the only one decorated in Early Inquisition: black fuck carpet, flat black walls and drapes, black naugahyde upholstered canopy bed. The only things in the room that weren't black were the mirrors. Mirror under the bed's canopy. Mirrors on the three closest walls. Poor Cosimo!
And the place absolutely reeked of perfume. Chanel Number 5. I figure the lady of the house must bathe in it, or something.
The sweet Latino chickie was making noises at me. Her English was very limited but I got the gist of what she said. She had "berry mush" to vacuum in Cena's room, but I should just go ahead and do my thing.
While I played with the phone, she pushed her vacuum over the upholstery. It was hard to keep the old mind on the task at hand. Every time she'd bend over from the waist to catch a stubborn corner, her short skirt would ride up and I'd get a dick stiffening view of black stockings, garter belt, lacy panties, a pair of firm ass cheeks on either side of a deep cleft, and lower down, curling out the side of her panties' crotch band, tufts of shiny black pubes. i
I was glad when she finished the place and dragged her vacuum into the adjoining room. Not that I didn't enjoy the sights, but I had a job to do. I could hear the vacuum sucking up a storm next door, but there was something funny about it I couldn't put my finger on. To be double safe, I hunkered over the phone, shielding it from view of all the doors, while I unscrewed the mouthpiece and slipped in the bug. It was all done in a blink.
Then it hit me what was wrong with the vacuum cleaner. It was roaring alright, but a steady, even sound, like when it's turned on but not being used. I moved quickly through the open door and it was as I'd suspected: no maid in sight. The canister-style vacuum cleaner sat in the middle of the rug, humming.
Since the room was lined with closets, mirrors, and such, I assumed it was for dressing the fine body of Mrs. Hidalgo. There was a door leading back to the hallway, but it was closed.
I flattened myself against the wall beside the open door and waited.
Not even the drone of the vacuum could muffle the crisp, swishing sound of rayon on rayon, as she walked through the door. I struck like a snake, locking my right arm around her slender neck. She smelled sweet and musky and the fabric of her blouse slipped against her soft skin.
She stiffened in my grip, shocked into immobility. I didn't hesitate, but, in a blur of motion, brushed her short skirt up above her waist, and then plunged my hand inside the front of her lacy panties.
"YEEEE!" she wailed tearfully, as I explored her vulnerable fork.
And what I felt under my fingers made my cock snap to attention: silky soft skin covering a wide, round hummock; and hairs everywhere, dense and luxuriant but not coarse. I squirmed my hand lower, down into downy bush. My fingertips brushed her pussy lips and they were puffy and searing hot. As I parted them with my fingertip, I stuck my tongue in her small ear.
"YEEEE! KA-BRONE!" she yelled, trying to evade my twisting finger. Her round ass rubbed against my hard cock, sending flurries of nut joy to the base of my skull.
Then, reaching even lower into the slick slit, I found her hole, a small harbor in a maelstrom of fiery flesh and jungle pubes. Crooking my finger, I spitted her, penetrating the juicy tube.
"MADRE!! ! " she whined, attempting simultaneously to bite my arm, elbow my kidneys, and kick my shins with her high heels. She only succeeded with the latter. She raked my shins four or five times before I realized how much it hurt.
"Kee-rist!" I bellowed as the pain unmanned me. I let go of her neck, but not her crotch and shoved her away from me hard. My hand got caught up in her panties and there was a ripping sound as she flew forward, spinning around, and falling backwards over the outstretched vacuum cleaner hose. Her head bounced on the floor and she sat there stunned for a second.
Her panties, or what was left of them, were in my hand. I looked down at her and despite the residue of pain I still felt, I sprung another boner.
She lay propped up on her elbows, her dress up over her waist, long legs spread, pussy bare. She looked downright edible. The black hairs on her cunt feathered out over the edge of her round ass-cheeks and her cunt, itself, was a deep red gash.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, putting her hand to her eyes, as she began to come out of it.
My pud was pitching a tent in the jumpsuit and my balls ached and I made up my mind: I had to have a piece. I unzipped the suit and stepped out of it stark naked. My cock stuck out hard and slightly upcurving, like a gnarled tree limb.
She took one look at my long cock and, guessing what I was about to do, she started screaming at me in Spanish, showing me her teeth. What she said sounded like: "POO-TOE! PIN-SHE-POO-TOE-KA-BRONE!! ! ! "
She might have been furious alright, but her slit was even more agitated. She hadn't bothered to close her slim thighs yet, and I could see how swollen her pussy lips were getting and drops of pearly moisture were mysteriously appearing on the pubes sprouting about her hole.
In a moment of inspiration, I snatched up the vacuum's hose, on the end of which was one of those round brushes for doing upholstery. Before she could react, I shoved the humming, sucking thing right on her cunt.
"OOOOOOOH!" she groaned as the soft bristles touched her pussy. She grabbed the neck of the thing and frantically tried to wrench it off her cunt, but I bore down and held it in place.
"MADRE!! ! " she yelped as the deep cleaning action of the Hoover hit her clit. Her long legs flew apart and then locked, twisting tightly around the aluminum tube.
While she wailed curses at me and pounded the rug with her fists, I gave her what for with the upholstery attachment. Holding the sucking hole right on her clit, I rhymically applied pressure to the brush, so the vacuum sang a whining, high-low tune. "Uhhh-Ahhh. Uhhh-Ahhh," it hummed.
"POLICIAM!" she screeched, black eyes wild with a curious mixture of fright and growing passion. She tugged at the brush's bristles, trying to haul them off her cunt. All she succeeded in doing was moving the sucking mechanical mouth up and down faster. "DI-OS" she said, letting go of the brush and taking hold of her lovely hair, which she then proceeded to yank with both hands.
In a gentle circular motion I worked the brush and the sucking hole up and down her angry red slit, leaving not a soft hair untouched, and spreading the fat lips. Then I got the brush's hole centered right over her hole. The top bristles were tickling her clit and the bottom ones her little brown ass-hole.
"Oooooooooh!" she whimpered as the machine began a high pitched howling and the straining motor sucked at her pussy like a fuck-mad Turk. "Oooooh . . .Madres," she said softly.
Her tight little ass shifted ever so slightly, lifting from the floor and into the coarse bristles and sucking maw. The poor vacuum cleaner suddenly started coughing and sputtering like it was sucking up a quart of spilled salad oil off linoleum.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" she breathed huskily, her high tits heaving, as she reached down for the brushed aluminum tube. She gripped the slurping tube like a great metal cock and set about masturbating it most lewdly ... long, wringing strokes terminating in a tender caress of the pumping brush.
I watched with awe as she unlocked her legs from around the tube and began to flip her hips spasmodically. She ground her ass into the soggy brush, scratching clit and ass-hole while the hungry motor gobbled her snatch. She bucked her hips so hard that it took some doing on my part to keep the brush centered on her pussy. The powerful suction did wonders for her attitude.
My own attitude, which had needed no encouragement from in front, was by this time that of a bull rhino in heat. I was unstoppable. I tore the sucking brush off her drooling slot and had a close look at it. Jeeez! It was sopping wet and the funky, mink in season smell was mind-boggling. My cock, still sticking out like a tree limb, only more purplish and congested looking than before, pulsed ominously.
The little chick cooed at my dick head. "Kay grand-day burrito," she said, slipping a pair of fingers up her own cunt and going to town. Her eyes were glazed and her pointed pink tongue kept flipping out and going around and around her wide mouth.
With shaking hands, I turned the slick brush on the head of my dick. Instantly the suction grabbed hold of my cock and threatened to suck me right up the tube. To get control of the sopping brush, I had to twist it off the tube. I dropped tube and hose on the rug and set about using the upholstery attachment like a paint brush, daubing the slick goo from her cunt on the shaft and helmet of my cock.
Still finger-fucking the hell out of herself, she said something husky and low that I didn't quite catch. Something about a "CHOR-EET-ZO." Then, with hand gestures, she made her hunger clear. Pointing to my cock with her paired index and forefingers, she then, with much lip-licking, thrust those fingers down her throat, plunging them in and out passionately.
No way! What I wanted was between her legs, under that furry black rug. I dropped the brush and knelt at her pussy. Her digits, slimy to the knuckles, were flying into the red hole, spreading the heady scent of her sex. I yanked her fingers out and lined up my dick head with her slot.
No sooner than I touched her box with my cock than she threw her legs about my waist and began humping, a little monkey hanging under me. But my cock wouldn't go in her that way ... she was far too tight. It just sort of mashed into her mons and held her greedy crotch seven inches from my groin.
The fever raging behind my eyes, I pressed my mouth on hers and we touched tongues. She tasted like cumin and cilantro. Slowly, I leaned forward, pinning her to the rug, first, with my chest, then with my cock. Her cunt tightened up at the initial pressure, but I wasn't about to take no for an answer, not with the red hot lips of her pussy slurping at the head of my cock. I kept on pushing, not even drawing back to let the slick rush of her juice ease the way.
"AHHHH-EEEEEEEEEE!! ! " she whined in my ear as cockhead pushed into her twat. So tight and so hot! Sweet cunt lips mouthed my dick as it slid up her. Her legs fell off my back and she began pushing frantically at my shoulders trying to get me off. A ninety-pound girl trying to budge a horny 210-pound stud. It was ridiculous.
"Uuuuumph! OOOOOOH!" she groaned, going suddenly limp as I drew my cock back, taking with it her tightly stretched pussy lips. They looked so tasty, pouting around the greasy shaft of my cock; the down black hairs plastered to it by her juice.
My dick bumped over the slick corrugations of her tube as I lunged forward. Every bump sent my balls twitching and ass-hole flexing. She, too, was getting more into the swing of it. Her face contorted in pleasure-agony and she hissed at me like a cat as I slid all my cock to her. I held her spitted like that for a long moment, digging the feel of her hot pussy enveloping my prick. It was real juicy in there and it kind of quivered.
"DAY-SAY-PREE-SA!! ! ! " she urged, snapping her hips, brushing the velvety soft skin of her inner thighs against the hairy outside of mine.
I drew back and flipped my hips, sending my cock flying into her. She snapped her pussy into my thrust, making my cock leap forward into her cunt, only to slam to a dead stop somewhere at the bottom of her being. "OOOH-KREESTO!" she shrilled.
It was all over but the fucking. I lifted one of her nylon-clad legs and hung it over my shoulder, bearing down, turning her pussy up at a better angle. When I slipped cock to her on the next lunge, she took in a long whoosh of air and held it as I rasped my pubes into her distended pussy, the lips sputtering and farting juice around the base of my dick. And the sweet honey-colored ass went berserk, bobbing and flipping. And her cunt told hold of my cock in a buttered velvet fist and began milking it furiously in quick, powerful pulses.
"UHH! UHH! UHH!" she cried, each cry a hair-raising punctuation as her sloppy pussy gobbled the base of my cock.
The sizzling sparks of feeling were already flying up my cock as I slid a hand down over her bucking ass. So silky smooth! I put a thumb over the puckered mouth of her ass-hole. It was drenched in slippery fuckstuff.
"UHH Ummmmmmm!" she cooed, her lips turning up in a fuck pout, her ass-hole smooching the ball of my thumb.
My ass-hole began to spasm and I knew it was going to happen on the next root-to-tip thrust into her searing maw. I grabbed the still sucking aluminum tube from beside my knee, tore my thumb off her ass and shoved the hungry metal mouth on her butt hole.
"YEEEEEEEEEE!! ! ! ! ! " she screamed as the suction gripped her orifice. The machine whined shrilly and her pussy rippled with convulsions.
I punched my way into her once more, driving past the slick walls of her cunt, and the head of my prick exploded in orgasm. My balls quaked, flocks of geese flapped out my ass-hole, and thick squirt pulsed up my dick, spewing deep inside her.
"UMPH!! UMPH!! UMPH!! " we both puffed and groaned in unison, pumping out our joy. And the room echoed with the squishy-squishy sounds of dick slogging up come-filled cunt and the plaintive wailing of a vacuum cleaner sucking its heart out.
When the Maserati screeched out of the driveway, I did a quick u-turn and the case was on. As it turned out, it wasn't much of a chase. And I should have known right away that it was just too damn easy.
I followed her to an old industrial section of town just north of Broadway about five blocks from the Bay. The street was lined with old red brick warehouses and there was a street light about every two hundred yards. Real cozy spot. I had to hang way back while she parked and then went in a dark doorway. Once she was out of sight, I moved up, lights off, and stopped about a half block away.
I was all ready for my little snoop mission. I had my camera loaded with infra red film and my sneakers on. Super-confident, I opened the car door and turned to step out.
I got a glimpse of jeans and a leather jacket and something long and curving flashed once in the dim street light. Sharp steel touched my adam's apple.
"Don't do anything stupid, prick!" a feminine voice said.
I looked up into the face of one of Cena's pals. It was a nicely formed face, high cheekbones, narrow nose, but the look in those pale eyes was not nice at all. I did my best to grin amicably while what appeared to be a Norwegian filleting knife rasped lightly against my jugular vein.
The passenger door opened and something needle sharp jabbed me over the kidney. "okay, pud-nuts," a husky voice hissed, "get back in and slide over slowly."
Very slowly, I obeyed. The first dyke got behind the wheel while the other one shifted the point of her knife under my chin. "Let's go, Wanda!" she said to the driver.
The Cougar swerved sickeningly as Wanda tromped the gas to the floor. She left ten bucks worth of steel belted radials smoldering on the pavement.
The two dykes seated next to me were only an inch or so shorter than me and their shoulders rubbed mine as we raced through the dark maze of industrial streets.
"Where are we goin'? " I asked.
"Shut your face, snoop!" the dyke on my right ordered.
"Here, Twinky?" Wanda asked, hitting the brakes, and steering out of the skid.
"Yeah, this is it," Twinky said. "Turn in here."
Wanda drove the Cougar into a dark archway between two old buildings. The archway opened onto a weed covered lot.
"Out!" Twinky said, making me slide across the seat and out the driver's side. "Keep your hands where we can see 'em."
I watched Twinky get out of the car. She had some fine tits on her and no bra. They swung real heavily under her striped t-shirt. I looked away quickly, but not quickly enough.
"Watchou lookin' at, Prick?" Wanda snapped, twisting my right arm up behind my back.
It hurt like hell. "Just lookin', " I said through gritted teeth.
"Hey, Twinky, I think Prick has a thing for you," Wanda quipped, applying still more pressure to the armlock.
"Ooh!" she said puckering her full mouth. "I kinda dig him, too." She opened her jacket and shook her torso, making her big tits undulate in front of me. The nipples were hard against the thin cotton fabric of her t-shirt. She leaned forward, mashing her boobs into my chest. "Ooh, Pudnuts-baby, don't that put some bone in your noodle?"
Then my groin exploded in pain as she brought her knee up into my balls. The pain spread to my gut and for a second I thought I was going to lose my triple burger right in her grinning face. Unfortunately, the seizure passed.
They dragged me up some cement steps onto a loading dock and then pushed me through a busted door into an empty warehouse. Then, with Wanda still holding my arm, Twinky squared off in front of me, her legs spread, toes pointed in, snow-plow style.
I knew what came next. Twinky's shoulders remained almost perfectly horizontal as her fists came up from beside her rib cage. Right! Left! Right! Powerful, snapping blows blasted into my guts. I doubled up, folded up like a lawn chair and dropped to my knees. I could hear her breathing in harsh, guttural snorts somewhere above the red haze of pain.
"Some hard guy you turned out to be, Prick," Wanda said, leaning over me and screwing up the arm.
"You're going to be real smart, aren't you, Pud-nuts?" Twinky said, panting. "You're going to drop the Hidalgo case and forget you ever heard the name."
I heard a rustle of brushed denim and looked up to see the sole of a wooden shoe rocketing into my face. Instinctively, I turned my chin away, but the blow connected anyway, and lower than I expected. Just below the collarbone. Not a killing blow, not even a crippler, but it hurt so bad I let out a yell.
"Aw, what a shame," Wanda tut-tutted in my ear.
Then there was the rustle again, and the broad shoe, but I twisted hard to the side.
"Umph!" Wanda grunted as the shoe sizzled past my cheek and caught her square on top of the head.
The sound of that kick displacing air-Thwock!-was still ringing in my ears as I came up. Wanda, stunned, dropped straight back on her ass to the cement. Twinky got off another round house kick before I got to my feet, but I partially blocked with the edge of my hand and it slid off my shoulder.
"We're gonna take you apart, Pudnuts," Twinky promised, circling me, her shoes clunking on the concrete.
"Sure you are," I said, rubbing my chest, watching her eyes in the dim light. When they flinched I was ready. Almost six feet of Kung Fu trained dyke flew in my face. Feinting, jabbing with feet and fists, she tried to get inside my guard. I let her think she had. She launched her favorite kick at my balls but when the hard shoe impacted my balls weren't there. My hands were, though. I caught her foot, pushed and dropped, sweeping her single, supporting leg out from under her. She hit the floor hard, face down.
"My turn, baby," I said, jerking her to her feet and toppling her back over my hip.
"Unh!" she groaned as she met concrete from another angle.
When I hauled her up again, her t-shirt ripped, and a pair of big white tits spilled out. The nipples were large, pale pink rings. I squeezed one in my hand hard. She winced in pain and shot another knee at my balls.
Holding her by the tit, I turned her and her knee away. "Not nice," I chided, ripping at the fly of her jeans. I was so pre-occupied with getting inside her pants that I forgot about Wanda Altogether. A sharp, cracking blow across the mouth reminded me of her. It also made me see stars for a split second.
Strong hands grabbed me by the shirt, turning me around. As the shirt ripped, Twinky fired five quick jabs into my kidneys, but not before I got off a good body punch into Wanda's flat stomach. It was a good thing I got the shot off before the kidney work because afterwards I wasn't much good for anything for a minute or two. I fell to my knees again and then Twinky was tearing my suit coat and shirt off my back, shredding them in her fury.
"You bloody fucking bastard!! " Wanda wheezed, holding her stomach. With her other hand she drew out the long knife. "You're going to kiss your nuts goodbye, Prick," she said.
Twinky's arm whipped around my throat, and she put her weight into the hold, twisting my neck to the side and down. "Cut him, Wanda!" she said gleefully.
I kneeled there on the concrete, my legs slightly spread. I could feel Twinky's big boobs pressing against the naked skin of my back. Her nipples were hard, hot nubbins grinding into my shoulderblades.
Wanda casually reached out with the knife point and slit up the inside of my thigh. The cold tempered steel against my skin sent shivers up my spine. My pants parted under the razor sharp blade like so much wet crepe paper. Carefully, like a surgeon, she cut a big flap in the front of my pants. And when she drew back, the flap fell open.
"I'll be damned!" she exclaimed as seven inches of stiff cock flipped out.
"What? Huh?" Twinky said, leaning over my shoulder to get a look.
Which was all I needed. I tossed the bare-breasted dyke into her friend's astonished face. The knife clattered on the cement as the two women butted heads. I was on Twinky's ass in a flash, tearing open her jeans and then grabbing them by the cuffs. I jerked hard, dragging her across the floor on her buns, pulling her pants halfway down her ass and her cuffs way down over her feet. She had some fine round hips and the glimpse of mound I got showed me a very fine sprinkling of golden wispy pubes. Golden like her ahir.
"Je-sus! Get 'em!" she squeaked at Wanda, trying frantically to keep her pants up and to keep from sliding across the cold floor.
Wanda was still groggy when she came at me. Her pale eyes were barely focusing. I let go of Twinky and took Wanda by the leather lapels. After bouncing her around a couple of times on the concrete, I stood her up, took hold of the neck of her t-shirt and ripped it right off her.
"My-my!" I said, fondling the high, firm tits that jounced free. Not as big as Twinky's, but the nipples were long and erect and made to tug on.
"Stop it!" Twinky yelled, coming at me and tripping over her cuffs. She caught me low and the next thing I knew I was down.
"BASTARD! BASTARD!" Twinky hollered, every holler accompanied by a bone jarring karate punch to the face. She was sitting on my chest and my face was burning, melting from the rain of blows.
I moved fast, before she could beat me unconscious. I brought my legs up, caught her head in a scissors and straightened them out. She came off me real slow, stretching out, her legs locked about my chest. I rolled to the side, dashing her to the floor. And, low and behold under my nose: her out-flung thighs. Her jeans were down about mid-thigh and there was just enough room to get my head in.
"OWWWW!! ! ! " she yelped as I bit her hard on the ass.
She squirmed and something hot and fuzzy brushed my lips. Grabbing the top of her thighs, I dragged her pussy down on my mouth, spearing it with my tongue.
"GOD ! HELP!! ! WANDA!! ! ! " she screeched as I found her hole and had a deep tongue taste.
My ass exploded in agony as Wanda laid into it with her wooden shoes. Again and again she kicked me as I struggled to get free of the funky slot. Of course, Twinky, getting into the spirit of the game, locked her thighs about my head, holding my mouth tight to her pussy and my ass vulnerable to Wanda's kicks.
"OOOOOH!" Twinky squealed as my tongue tried to twist free of her tight tube. "OOOH, KILL HIM!! ! "
Finally, I wrenched loose, rolled and got to my feet. I came up swinging. Bam! Bam! Bam! Wanda's head jerked back like a puppet on string. Bam! Bam! Bam! Her jaw sagged, her knees went slack. She was out on her feet, but she wouldn't go down. I grabbed her pants and yanked them down to her knees, while she stood there with a glassy look in her eyes. She had a lot more hair than Twinky. And from the black color of it, I guessed her golden hair was a dye job. I put a hand on her hairy mound and groped in between her legs. Her cunt was sopping wet! My cock stiffened at the slick feel of it under my fingertips. Her fat lips were a mile apart, so it didn't take any lengthy search to find her hole. My finger shot up it on the first try.
"UHHHH!" she groaned, coming out of it enough to plant a staggering right cross on my chin.
Mad as hell, I heaved her up over my head for the clincher. I stopped. My groin exploded in pleasure-pain.
Twinky had my hard cock in her mouth and she was biting the shaft savagely while twisting my balls.
I dropped Wanda over my back and frantically tried to get the sharp teeth off my prick. The kneeling Twinky would not be moved. She shook her head like a terrier with a rat, digging her teeth into the stem.
Then Wanda cut my legs out from under me and brought me flat on my back to the concrete. Pinning me with her knees, she looked at her friend, who was chewing on the bulb of my dick.
I groaned aloud at the horrible-wonderful feeling raging up my dick.
"He-likes it!" Wanda said. "The dumb prick-likes it. I bet he still wants some pussy, too!"
Twinky took my abused cock head from her jaws and jerked the shaft up and down between her hands. Her big tits swayed. "Sure he does. Let's give Pudnuts some pussy, Wanda!"
And with that, Wanda stuffed my cock back in her mouth. Not using her teeth this time, but shoving it way down her throat and sucking it lovingly. She got her lips down the hairy shaft to the thick base and her whole face was distorted by the size of the cock crammed between her jaws. "Ummmm!" she hummed and my dick head began to vibrate deliciously deep in her gullet.
"Oooooh," I groaned involuntarily at the intense nut joy she was giving me. Then everything went black. Black and furry, that is. Wanda, her jeans still around her knees, leaned forward, getting her ass right over my face. I had a momentary look at her round ass-cheeks, tight pink ass-hole, and gaping, sloppy slit. Then, she sat back and my world dissolved into slippery-hot flesh and crisp hairs and the scent of butt and pussy combined.
"Get it, Prick!" Wanda shouted, rotating her ass in my face, grinding her fuck-ready maw over my nose-bridge and mouth. "Don't you want a li'l taste?"
With the blazing ring of Twinky's lips flying up and down my cock, my libido boiled over ... I couldn't hold back.
"OHHHH!! " Wanda breathed as I flipped my tongue up her funky snatch. She rocked back into my mouth hard, trying to drive me in her further.
She tasted tangy sweet but funky, too, and suddenly I found myself swallowing her goo by the cupful. It ran all over my face in a slimy torrent. My nose was right at her butt hole, and every time she reared back, it would part and do its best to suck me in.
Then my cock was very cold. Twinky had taken it from her mouth and the night air was drying her copious slobber. Above the rustling of Wanda's silky thighs against my ears, I could hear Twinky talking to my stone hard dick.
"How'd you like that, you stiff piece of tubes-teak? Huh?" she said, stroking the slimy underside eagerly. "How 'bout something a little tighter, maybe?"
Her hand twisted my cock head down and I felt the fiery kiss of her pussy lips. Dripping wet and loose, they were, and their heat made my balls glow in anticipation.
"Unh-Huh!" Wanda panted, Watching her friend put my cock to her open hole.
Heavy pressure hit the tip of my prick and then her cunt parted over the wide head and my long, sinewy shaft slid up her pussy.
"Mmmmmph!" I moaned into Wanda's sloppy folds, as she hand fed herself every inch of my prick. Her pussy was tighter than her mouth and ten times hotter. She was so ready for a fuck that her juice cascaded down my cock and sizzled over my balls. And when she drew my cock out for the first lunge, it practically flew it was so well oiled.
"Hmmm! A-Hmmm!" Twinky gibbered, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with hard flips of the hips. She really leaned into her thrusts, pausing at the bottom, when her fuck-mouth was clamped tightly about the hairy root of my dick, to grind her ass down hard into my moist nest of pubes.
Wanda was watching all the screwing and getting the benefit of the funky vapors released by my churning cock, while I gorged myself on her furry twat. The more I ate, the harder her pussy sucked at my tongue. I'd thrust it deep into her box, delving far enough to feel the tight wrinkles against the tip of my tongue, and as I pulled it back, her snatch would sputter, spasm, refuse to give me up. I could only get it halfway back in my mouth before her muscles sucked me back into her hole.
In her passion, she moved her right knee enough for me to wriggle my arm free. I put a hand on her bobbing ass-cheek and then slid it down the deep crack in her ass. Down to the puckered pink orifice sucking at my nose. With a slow corkscrew motion I stuck my thumb right up her ass.
"OH! OHHHHH!" she squealed as I worked my finger in past the first knuckle, twisting and turning it.
But she would not stop humping my mouth and her rapid hip movement only made it easier for me to shove her more digit. In seconds, there were two probes sliding in and out of her. The smell was maddening, as was the feel of my own finger through the thin lining of pussy and ass against my tongue.
"YEAH! YEEEEEE!" Twinky wailed as the long cock brought her off. Her click cunt gripped my cock and quivered but she never broke stride. Her wail was cut short as was Wanda's groaning. The two dykes were tonguing each other's mouths while they fucked me.
"Yummmm," Wanda cooed, her tongue tracing wet circles over Twinky's pursed lips. "I need some ... Unh-Huh! ... cock."
"Quick!" Twinky panted, sliding my prick out and pushing off me. "Before Pudnuts comes!"
There was a flurry of movement above me and then Twinky was sitting on my chest, her thighs spread, her nearly bald but wide open pussy nuzzling into my chin. "Tongue me, Pudnuts..." she said, taking hold of my ears.
As her cunt fell on my mouth, my cock was once more plunged into a slick, hot heaven. Wanda rode my dick like a rodeo cowboy, taking it deep inside her in long, powerful lunges. Her cunt squished noisily around my shaft and her hands were at my balls, milking them urgently.
Once I had my tongue up Twinky's box, she took hold of the back of my head and jerked my face up and down, making my tongue fly up her loose tube. Her hole was dank and musky and her spritzing juice burned my eyes. I couldn't make out her face for the jarring motion, but her big, bouncing boobs I could not miss. Then Wanda's cunt locked about my cock head in a nut-busting spasm. As she drove the constricted ring of flesh down my shaft, my ass-hole began to flutter and a tickling radiance engulfed my balls.
"A-HUH! A-HEEEEE!" she whinnied, her tight tube sucking and slurping its way back up my greasy cock.
As her swollen pussy lips reached my dick head, nursing at the tumescent nerve bundle beneath the flaring cap, my mind disintegrated. Asshole fluttering up a storm, my tight nuts sent sperm, thick and gooey, belching from my cock. My orgasm was infectious. At the feel of hot man juice spurting up her cunt, Wanda screeched and thrashed, pumping and coming and coming and pumping ... teasing my orgasm out to the point of agony. And Twinky started coming in earnest, too. Holding her hole tight to my mouth, she kept my tongue inside her while incredibly powerful spasms raged up her tube, nearly yanking my tongue out by the roots. The three of us bucked and writhed on the concrete, snorting, whining, grunting.
When the violent movement finally subsided, Twinky dismounted my face and looked at the gooey mess she'd left there. "God, don't you look pretty!" she said, laughing huskily. "And god-damit if I don't want some more of that big cock!! ! ! "
Wanda grinned through heavy lidded eyes. "Me, too! Hurry up!" she said.
And the night faded into one long pain in the balls.