Chapter 8
SWITCHIES
Dig called his Jersey-residing friend, George, to ask if they could use the apartment on the coming Friday night or even Saturday night. He said he could come out either night, but was not sure if he could have the apartment.
"Why do you need an apartment, anyway?"
Dig had not wanted to say outright, but muttered, "It would be a nice place to take my girl for a night."
George laughed. "I see. You're just coming up here for peace and quiet. Listen to records and things like that, right?"
"Sort of."
"Bullshit! You've got a chick and you want to screw around with her."
"Sort of."
"Then, why the hell didn't you just say so? That you needed a place to get laid?"
"Okay. I need a place to get laid."
"Good. But I can't let you have my apartment."
"Why not? You just said you might be out either night."
"True. But whenever someone uses my place to get laid, I want to see who it is first. I mean, I don't want you bringing any streetwalker around here. It might give me a bad name."
"Give you a bad name? What about that seventeen-year-old kid living with you?"
"Everybody thinks she's my kid sister."
"Incest is illegal," Dig said laughing. "Listen, I have an idea."
"Let's hear it."
"I'll come up Friday night with my girl. You be there. Don't worry about her, she's no prostitute. She's my girlfriend. I've been going out with her for the last two years. It's just that it's becoming impossible, a real hassle, fucking in the car all the time."
"Okay. I'll stay home Friday night. Just for you."
"Good. Well, I guess that's it."
"Sure. Besides," George mumbled, but loudly enough for Dig to hear, "I'll take her from you if she's all that good."
"Screw." Dig said it sarcastically.
"I hope so. And quite frequently."
Dig hung up, satisfied and happy. Friday night he would be able to fuck Gayle in complete privacy. And in New Jersey. George was happy, too. He felt that if the girl would screw for Dig, she would definitely screw for him.
Another fuck, he said to himself, sounds good at anytime. His clever story about having to see a girl before allowing his friends use the place was just to keep Dig on pins and needles. Besides, he thought, if he let most or all of his 'friends' use his apartment, he would be crowded out.
Only the cooperative ones-the ones who might either share their girls or the ones whose girls he could win in bed-were ever allowed to come to his apartment.
On Friday night, Digby had his own problems. He had a great conflict with George over Gayle. That night, just as he had promised George, he went to his apartment with her. George acted as as if he was inspecting the girl to see if she was sluttish or in some way undesirable. His opening remark was, "Nice girl."
Dig said thanks and entered.
"Hey!" George's sudden yell halted Dig. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I've got work to do."
"Yeah. But don't you want to meet Jessie?"
"Who's Jessie?"
"You know Jessie. She's my house guest."
"Okay. Where is she?" George nodded toward the bedroom-the room with its door closed. "Do I just go in?"
George just nodded. So Dig opened the door and entered. Jessie was lying on the bed with her legs opened, naked, and her cunt quite exposed and totally visible from any distance. Dig ran out of the room.
"Holy shit! She's naked!"
"So?"
"What am I supposed to do in there?"
"You were supposed to see her."
"I've met her." He led Gayle toward the bedroom door.
"Come on! What are you fooling around for?" George said.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying that you've got that girl in there if you want her." Dig began to panic. George was putting on the squeeze.
He was being forced into a corner. He was being forced into choosing between his own girl and Jessie. At any other time he would have chosen Jessie, but not with Gayle around.
"I'm afraid not."
"Oh, well. You're really missing something special."
"I can imagine." He was doing some quiet and quick thinking.
"Go ahead. Take your girl into the bedroom and have fun."
He took Gayle by the arm and led her into the bedroom. He spent a couple of seconds inspecting the place, and then stripped. She stripped, too. Within seconds, they had their clothes off, and were lying on the bed.
Gayle reached for his cock with her hand and played with it until it was very hard. Then he let her put it into her mouth. As she played with the head in her mouth, Dig was thinking about what he had seen in the next room.
He had seen Jessie, a young and tiny girl lying in bed with her legs spread wide, waiting for him to put his cock into her. He wanted to go into the other bedroom and see what was going on now.
He heard George speak to her. Then the bed creaked. Then he heard some very low sucking noises.
As Gayle sucked at his cock, she sensed that there was something on Dig's mind besides her. Letting the cock slip from her mouth, she crawled up the bed until she lay alongside him. "What's the matter with you?"
"I've been thinking."
She knew what about, too. "You've been thinking about going into that other bedroom and screwing with that other girl, right?"
"Good god, no!" He faked surprise that she could and ever would say such a thing.
"Bullshit! If you want to go in there, it's all right with me."
"Don't worry about it. I'm not going any place." To placate her and to prove that he still 'loved' her, he reached down and rubbed her cunt with his fingertips.
He inserted a finger into her hole and slowly slipped it in and out until she had orgasm. She was not angry after orgasm. But she did return to more important matters, like the state of his cock.
Crawling back down the bed, she put his cock back into her mouth and sucked on it until he shouted. Scum spurted into the back of her throat.
She swallowed all of it, knowing that when she did it, he enjoyed it more. She knew that she had to spend at least some time keeping him happy.
"Will you eat me out?"
He complied in a half-hearted fashion to her request as he shoved his face between her legs and licked the soft sensitive skin of her twat until she came again-this time into his mouth.
But he wanted to see what was going on in the other room. As soon as she came, he pushed her legs away and climbed out of bed.
"Where the fuck are you going?"
"Just to take a look."
She did not trust him. So she climbed out of bed and followed him. They knocked on the door. They were invited in.
Pushing open the door, they walked in. The lights were on. George lay on the bed with Jessie between his legs. She had his cock in her mouth. Her ass was in the air, wiggling invitingly.
"Want some?" George crooned.
"Some what?"
"Do you want her to blow you? Eat out your ass, maybe? Suck on your big toe, if you've got queer tastes? Anything and everything, she does. And she's so willing."
"Not now, thanks."
He tapped Jessie on the head and she moved away from his cock. George looked at Gayle and said, "How about you?"
"No, thank you." She ran from the room.
Just as Dig turned to leave, Jessie grabbed his hips and turned him around. She took his cock, which was semi-erect, and put it into her mouth. Her hands played with his balls as she sucked on his head.
He wanted her to stop because he felt that he was being unfaithful to Gayle. But her fingertips, stroking his whole groin, drove him wild with sensual pleasures.
Gayle, who had run away, waited for Dig to come back. When he did not return for many minutes, she was afraid to go back. She decided to wait for him there.
Dig realized that, if he did not return soon, she would be looking for him. He pushed Jessie's head away from his prick and slapped her hands from his balls.
"Later. Not now."
Jessie looked at the naked figure retreating. She shrugged. Climbing back on the bed she snuggled close to George. "Fuck me."
He nodded and told her to climb on top of him, straddling him. She sat on his cock. Taking his cock in her hand, she rubbed the tip against the moist linings of her twat until it stiffened. Then she pulled it straight up and sat on it, letting it slip into her completely.
He allowed her to do all the work as he fucked her for a time until he shot into her. After ejaculating, he lifted her off and told her to go to Digby.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"I don't know. You're the nympho. You should know. Go in there. Play with his cock. Lick his ass. Do something. I want you, in any case, to separate him from his girl."
"You bastard. You can't leave any girl alone." She got up and went to the door. "No matter who she belongs to. What's wrong with you?" She looked at him disgustedly. "What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing is wrong with you. It's just that I need a little change once in a while."
"Sure."
Dig and Gayle were locked together in the fucking position when Jessie entered the room without knocking. As soon as she walked in, Dig jumped from Gayle's cunt and pulled the sheets over them.
"What in hell's screw are you doing in here?"
Jessie knew that he would not come with her without a struggle from at least one of them, maybe both. She decided to work slowly.
"I just wanted to watch."
He looked at Gayle. "I don't see that it makes any difference, do you?"
She stared at him. She wanted to tell him that she did mind having this strange girl in the room watching them. But she did not want to anger him, either. Maybe, she thought, he wants to let her watch!
She conceded. "Okay. But all she does is watch. Nothing else!"
He turned to look at Jessie. From her expression, he knew she had accepted the terms. He pulled the sheet down and quickly climbed on top of Gayle. He began fucking almost where he had left off before Jessie's intrusion.
Jessie sat on the edge of a chair, watching as the two bodies jumped up and down on the bed. She heard Gayle groan from coming. She knew that within minutes he would ejaculate.
With one final slam against her body, he rammed his cock deeply inside of her and shot. Then he lay back, his prick still within her. He felt someone's fingers tickling him between the legs.
He jumped from her cunt and banged down on the bed. He saw Jessie, while not tickling him, was trying to poke her fingers into Gayle's cunt.
She played with the other girl's pussy, slipping her fingers in and out a few times. Gayle did not mind being played with and only spread her legs wider. Jessie bent her head down and started licking at the cunt as it oozed with his scum.
Licking the girl's cunt clean, she pressed her tongue into the tit until Gayle gasped and closed her legs around Jessie's head.
Even though Gayle came, Jessie continued licking until she came again. The second time was much more violent than the first and her kicking and rolling almost knocked them both off the bed.
He lay there, enjoying the whole show. He had never seen a girl eating out another girl before. He found it very interesting to watch. After her second orgasm with Jessie, Gayle was exhausted. She lay there on the bed, her legs spread, breathing heavily.
Seeing that she had Gayle on her side, Jessie returned to Digby. She pulled his flaccid cunt-wettened cock into her mouth. He let it harden in her mouth as she licked the mixture of semen and cunt juice from his instrument.
Meanwhile, George was watching from the doorway. Digby saw him standing there, but he said nothing. George walked into the apartment and sat on the bed alongside Gayle.
Bending over, he licked her nipples until they were hard. He licked her belly. Then, finding her cunt, he began licking it, too. He rolled over between her legs and pressed his stiff cock against her gaping twat, which was well moistened with her juices and Dig's sperm.
She accepted the cock easily. Within seconds she had her legs wrapped around him, pressing his cock deeper into herself.
As George and Gayle fucked, Jessie licked Dig's balls. She was trying to reach his asshole, as well.
"Turn over." He complied immediately. But when he rolled over, he found that there was not enough room on the bed for four people.
"Let's go into the other room." She climbed off the bed. To go with her, as he had to at this stage, he got off the bed and followed her into the other room. He jumped onto the bed, landing on his stomach.
He spread his legs wide to let her enter. She knelt between his legs and grabbed his cheeks with her hands, spreading them apart. Inspecting his crack that was covered with light brown hairs, she saw the opening.
He was clean. She pressed her head down and between his ass cheeks. Her tongue went into the hole. He jumped at this new sensation. Her tongue whipped around the entire area.
She stayed there for over twenty minutes between his legs with her face smashed into his ass. She licked his ass. Then she would reach for the soft underside of his sac, occasionally licking the sack itself.
Because her tongue was sore from the constant use she was putting it to, she wanted to get his cock. Slipping her hands under his belly, she slowly worked her way to his cock.
He lifted his body and let her fingers reach the cock. As soon as she brushed the head with her fingertips, she knew it was time to roll him over and get something else besides his ass.
"Watch out!" He knew, too. He crouched into a kneeling position and turned around.
"What will it be? Fuck or suck?"
He was startled by her frankness. But he wanted to find out more about her. "How old are you?"
He had previously noticed her full-grown, full-blown body. George had said that she was seventeen. Dig was not too sure about that. Here was this luscious voluptuous creature crouched with him on a bed.
Her full ripe melons sagged against the taut skin. Her positively huge nipples jutted up and out from them, most of the fullness falling below them in a well-rounded curve.
He noticed that she had wide shoulders for a woman, as well as an unusually large rib cage. As she had a melodious voice, he surmised that she might have had music lessons which could have helped develop that carriage.
At any rate it definitely accentuated her tiny-waist-extraordinarily small with such wide shoulders, but more so with those jutting plums hanging there. He reached out and took a handful.
While his hand clamped to her tit, she steadied herself against him with one hand. With the other she supported her weight as she shifted her legs into a cross-legged position.
She must have completely guessed his momentary wants. Then he realized that she still had not answered his question. Raising his eyes back to her, he opened his mouth.
"I'm almost seventeen," she said, forestalling him.
Sixteen! Inwardly, he rocked. This was a child. A runaway at that!
"Where are you from?"
"Wisconsin." He did not believe her. But anyway, he decided it was as good a place as any other. Perhaps his distrust showed on his face, for she began telling him about herself-about the friction between herself and her parents.
She told him how she had come to New York and settled in the Village. But she had found she could not make a living at a decent job. She turned to prostitution which paid poorly.
Most men were afraid to fool around with her. If they did, they would usually not pay properly-giving beggarly wages when they got away with it.
Finally, George had found her. For five dollars he got her. She had needed twenty-five for the night. But he had not been interested until he took her to his place. He did take advantage of her.
But he offered her room, board and all the drugs she might want or need for cleaning, cooking and sex. As it was a good deal, she accepted.
Dig's mind wandered back to her cunt, which was plainly revealed. She had wide hips which were further widened by the position she was in. He could see the light brown mat of curly hair fading into her pink cunt.
In darker shades of shadowed pink he made out her clitoris and then further down, her twat which was a dark, dark-almost black-pink. Around the edges the various shades of pink revealed her skin which was dusted with a light fuzzing of fine brown hairs.
Way back he saw where her cheeks closed together over her asshole. Her legs, even bent double, were smooth and shapely. She was a rare female, he noted in surprise. Her knees were not knobby, bent, or knocked together.
Her toes and feet, like her fingers and palms, were long and delicately shaped. He noticed that her little toes were short and that her second toes were not longer than her first toes.
"Sex is nothing new to me." As she said that, his attention came back to her face. "When I was twelve, I was playing with my brother and his friends." She rubbed his balls.
"Anyway, we were all the same age. One day I was playing and one of them touched my cunt through my panties. I liked what I felt, so I let him continue. I finally came." She laughed at the recollection.
"The sap got all shook up when I started twisting around. I told him I wanted to see his cock. He said no, so I grabbed it through his pants. I held on hard. After it got hard, he started getting excited and pulled off his pants.
So I jerked him off for that time.
"The next time, he finger-fucked me. The third time he fucked me. He told his friends. So I got it at least three times a week.
"When I turned fourteen, my dear sweet brother found out. I was afraid at first that he might tell my parents. But I jerked him off and shut his mouth. It made the idiot so happy! Later, I blew him. After that I screwed him, too." She paused. A fleeting unrecognizable emotion flitted across her face.
"Mom found us one day. We were in the cellar. I was screwing with him. He shot off just as she came down the stairs. She startled me so that I leaped clear. He shot practically in her face.
"Of course, she went wild. She beat us both. She told my father and we got into lots of trouble. They were scared, of course, that I was knocked up.
"But that's all they were worried about-whether or not I was knocked up! Anyway, they sent him to boarding school. And the last I heard, he'd turned queer and was making it with a crowd at that place." She laughed aloud again.
"My real dumb parents! They thought they would stop sin. They did, all right. And then they reaped a real whirlwind! Anyway, I didn't just quit because they sent my brother away.
There were all his friends left. Oh, she found out at last. So, no more dates. "Only girls and only if she knew exactly where we would be and could call anytime to check up on me." She looked at him cocking her head sideways.
"Then I discovered pot. She found out again. And about the girls I was going out with too. They were queers! So, one day I just decided that she and I had it. So, I ran away. And here I am," she concluded cheerfully.
Although he wanted to feel sorry for her, her own bubbling spirits and her attitude toward the hell she had been through, refused self-pity or any kind of pity from anyone. She seemed satisfied and happy. He supposed that she was.
"Well, fuck or suck?"
"Sucking."
Taking the soft organ into her oral cavity, she rolled it around until it stiffened. Within minutes he came into her mouth. She swallowed. Then she opened her mouth right on his face.
He was horrified when he saw the mixture of saliva and gism sticking to her teeth, gums and tongue. The same thing apparently did not bother Gayle. At least she had never stuck her open mouth at his face and forced him to look. It made him slightly ill.
"Eat me out."
"I don't care. But I think we ought to take showers. You can clean out your cunt and your mouth." Involuntarily, he shuddered.
"It made me sick the first time, too." She shut her mouth and smiled at him. "Then my drenched twat doesn't interest you now?" He looked at her, thoughtfully.
"Turn over, bitch." He shook his head at her. As she turned, he slapped her on the fanny, hard.
"Ouch! What's that for?" She squirmed about, trying to see her ass.
"For sticking your mouth in my face. Now shut up and prepare to enjoy."
She forgot her stinging ass in the anticipation of getting her twat cleaned out. Lying down, she spread her shapely legs out and up. He climbed between her legs and bent his head to her twat.
Beginning at the top, he licked off her pubic hairs. As he was doing this, he felt stickiness against his cheeks. So he moved up and began again with her thighs.
Slowly, he worked back down her inner legs, building up the tension within her. As he moved down he felt her muscles jerk and twist beneath his rasping lapping tongue.
Back at her bush, he finished that. Stopping momentarily, he removed a couple of hairs from between his teeth. Then he continued on to her labia. As he leaped in and around under the crest of it, he felt her tensing even more.
She started moaning, too. She's getting hot again, he thought as he worked down the outer edges of her pussy lips, pulling the fine hairs this way and that as he lapped.
To clean her in all places and especially in the creases between her groin and her hips, he had to maneuver around.
On one of these skewering movements, he touched her twat with his head up-sidedown. The fluids which were beginning to be pushed out by newer secretions fell most easily into his mouth.
Also, he found swallowing was not difficult in this position. As she came in full blast, he stayed there, catching her juices neatly with his slightly bucked teeth. The juices were draining down his throat via his hard palate.
When she was almost done, he turned back around and went back to lapping at her cunt, finishing the job. As he went, he often backtracked to wipe away the dribble which continued to flow, even if ever so slightly.
By now, his tongue ached. His jaw screamed in his head and creaked with each new movement of his head, his tongue, or his teeth. But, as he was almost done, he persevered. Then he was through.
He sat up, sighed, and gave her a tired grin. "Come on. Let's go get that shower." They went into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, George and Gayle were in bed. He fucked her once. He ate her out next. Then she blew him. He was enjoying himself as he let her rub her breasts along his cock. He shot all over them, and then proceeded to lick them clean.
And even though both were tiring rapidly, neither would admit it. So while Digby and Jessie spent some of their time talking, George and Gayle went slightly mad with the sexual enjoyment. The four of them stayed so paired for the following three hours.
Then all changed partners for a further workout. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, they all fell asleep in the same bed.