Chapter 19

Well, for a couple of days after that browbeating from old man Miles and his threat to fire me, I felt like the north end of a horse going south. And Nell's refusal to let me pop off a few times surely didn't help any. I'd bet she was dying for the feel of my old monster, but admit it? Heavens, not! Are you kidding? And I'd be like a nutless mutt in the dog house until Vic and Lissa either busted up or got married.

So what to do? Call good old Floyd from the corner pay phone. We'd screwed only two of the broads he had listed among the many in his not so little black book.

"Still shut out at home, eh?" Floyd said, chuckling over the phone. "What a shame! How many squirts of cream have you churned by hand?" He laughed again.

"None, you big prick," I said, finally. "That's kid stuff, too damn lonesome."

"Yeah," he drawled, "yeah. I know what you mean."

I waited a second, then said, "Floyd, my balls are positively aching. Could you look in your—"

"I don't have to look in my book, son. I happen to know a couple of babes who are always sticking their necks out, looking for cocks like ours." He hesitated, then, "Say, Wade, how'd you like to try a little dark cutie? She's really something, a high yellow, with all the cock-teasing equipment known to man."

"I don't know, Floyd," I said. "Would any of the color rub off on my whacker? Nell wouldn't—"

"Cut the kidding, man. Want me to line it up, say about nine tonight at the Aloha?"

"Sure, Floyd. I'll meet you there about a quarter to nine."

So I told Nell I had to go back to the office for a while. I think she knew I was a damn liar, but maybe she felt a bit sorry for me and wasn't fretting too much if I got my nuts off with a new pussy.

As before, Floyd was waiting for me when I chugged into the Aloha parking lot.

"Broads already in my favorite cabin," he said. "They're positively begging to get fucked. Man, I hope your date doesn't faint when you ram that eight-inch prong into her."

"What's her name, Floyd?"

He slid closer to me in the car seat. "Her name is Cleta, Cleta Colby. She's the high yellow I told you about. Mine is Judy Gordon. She's a redhead fireball, but we'll probably screw 'em both before we're through." He grinned. "Judy's sure to want a crack at the monster of yours, once she sees it."

And Floyd was right. When we sauntered into his cabin' the gals were fogging the place with cigarettes and prancing around like horny cats on a hot tin roof.

"Well, it took you long enough!" Judy snapped.

"Honey, we've been discussing the merits of all kinds of pussy," Floyd bantered. "And we've decided that yours and Cleta's are tops."

"Yeah?" Judy grinned. "Okay, then. Did you bring all of it?"

' "Sure, Judy, all seven inches for you, but wait till you lamp what my friend has brought for Cleta."

Both girls looked at me, and Floyd quickly made the introductions.

I saw Judy stare at the wad behind my pants zipper, then she glanced at Floyd.

"Why only for Cleta?" she fussed.

"Okay, okay," Floyd said, shrugging. "Wade's got enough for both of you, but he's going to screw Cleta first."

Then we all laughed. I got a good look at my cutie. She was something to see. Even my eyes felt good, staring at her, to say nothing of the way my whacker was throbbing. Both girls now had their clothes off, and what I saw of Cleta set me getting my breath in short pants.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, not tall, but slender and graceful. She was wearing a dark, curly wig, and I couldn't help drooling about the racy lines of her alluring body. Her titties were large and pear shaped and the nipples were a brownish-red, making my mouth water just looking at them. Her eyes were cat-green and her nose wasn't bulbous or flat. Her lips were full and sensual, and the twitching lips of her pussy, peeking through a mat of blue-black curls, seemed to be inviting the eager head of my prong.

And Judy? Her legs were long and flawless. They were smooth as polished ivory and white as sugar. They ended in delectable mounds of alluring buttocks. Venus, with all her charms, could not have been more alluring. Judy's feet were small and pale as a pair of white doves. On each side of her cleft, her pubic hair curled out, bright red, finely spun and dazzling. Her stomach was flat and pale as a silver plate.

"Hey, you fuckers!" Judy exclaimed, "how about getting started? We didn't come here just to sit around and look stupid, did we?"

I could see that Judy was a born leader, as most redheads seem to be. By now we were all naked as a plucked duck's ass.

"Hell, no!" Floyd growled. "Wade and I came here to fire our cannons."

"All right, then," Judy said, "let's start with a four-way joy session, then do it in the usual way. Okay?"

The three of us nodded and Judy took over.

"Wade," she said, "you sit on that big chair by the piano, lean back and let that ungodly prick of yours stick out. Floyd, you lie flat on your back on the rug in front of Wade's chair."

She hesitated a moment, then faced the other girl. "Cleta, you sit on Floyd's chest and I'll sit on his pelvis. All right?"

"What are you trying to do, squash me?" Floyd complained.

"You won't even feel it," Judy said. "You'll be too busy."

We didn't quite get it, but we all chirped, "Okay," and carried out her orders.

"Now, Cleta," Judy went on, "you take Wade's big prick in your mouth and lave and suck it. Floyd will tickle Cleta's clit, spank it, then push his tongue in deep. I'll perch on top of Floyd's prong and do all the work."

"Work?" Floyd exclaimed. "You're kidding. It'll feel so damn good you'll think it's play."

"I know that, stupid," Judy retorted, "but don't you dare go off half-cocked! Give me time to get my jollies when you do." She paused for a moment, then, "All set? Okay, go to it, and let's all try to come together."

Well, there I was, leaning back in the chair with Cleta soft hot lips encircling the pulsing knob of my old monster and her stiff tongue savagely spanking it. Floyd was doing his stuff with Cleta's cunt, and Judy was bucking and twisting atop his big prick.

I'll never forget those next few seconds. Only Floyd had previously enjoyed sex with the two Is, and everything was new to the other three of us. Of all moanings, groanings, sighings and shudderings, these reached the absolute zenith. I was trying desperately to hold back till one of the girls yelled that she was coming.

And I did! We all came together. It was the damnedest thing you can imagine; Cleta swallowing my big stored-up load; Floyd getting her musty smelling dew; and Judy's pussy pulling in Floyd's spurting cream.

In a few moments, we all started chuckling, then broke into a big laugh.

"Damn!" Floyd gasped for breath. "What could you call that, a foursome orgasm?"

"What else, big man," Judy said, "and now let's do it Mother Nature's way—me with you and Wade with Cleta. Okay?"

"Okay," we chortled.

"Wade," Floyd said, "you take Cleta into the bedroom and Judy and I will use the couch."

In the bedroom it was quite cherry and comfortable for Cleta and me, still in the nude.

"Wade," she stammered, "I'm all hot and bothered. That thing of yours is big as a ball bat. Won't it hurt terribly?"

"Very little, baby," I soothed. "Don't you know that little old pussy of yours will stretch? Before you know it, you'll be thrilling so much you'll forget everything else."

I took her in my arms and gently laid her on the bedspread. I lay down beside her and started caressing her titties.

As I've said, they were very large for a small girl, but they were alluring and kissable. I lost no time in getting one of them between my lips, spanking the luscious nipple and fondling the other boob with gentle fingers.

"Oh, Wade," Cleta murmured hoarsely, "that sends me. It feels so good."

She hesitated for a moment, then, "Honey, would you mind putting your big thing up between my titties and working it a little? I get a big kick out of that."

"You mean you want me to screw them instead of the usual—"

"Yes, Wade, please!" Her soft fingers found my cock and tickled it under the head. "I can get my jollies like that, then I'll let you do it any way you like."

This I couldn't quite savvy, but, as I've said, I never argue with a female where thrilling pussy is concerned. I flopped over on my back, with my old monster sticking straight up, looking for a nice hot den to growl in.

Cleta crawled on me in a jiffy and squeezed my cock. I almost had to laugh when I noticed her hand covered only about half of it. She started working it between her big boobs and damned if it didn't feel snug and good.

"There, there, honey," she whimpered, "that's thrilling me. Work with me, please, Wade. I feel it clear down to my pussy."

So I did, and tried to help her by fondling her engorged clit and the lips of her tantalizing box. She was using both hands now, one cupping my balls, the other massaging her boobs with the head of my prick. And I wasn't too surprised a few moments later, when that old familiar feeling fluttered in my balls and I knew the moment was imminent.

Cleta must have sensed it, too. She cried out, "It's going to happen, lover! Keep fucking my boobs, honey! Oh . . . oh . . . now . . . now . . ."

I felt her cream spread over my fingers while mine gushed into the crevice between her luscious, big boobs. Skyrockets were whizzing in my head and I was nearly blinded by the flashing colored lights. Could an orgasm in such a spot on a woman's body actually be possible? Yes, it could and it had happened. And it was evident that Cleta had enjoyed it to the fullest without my whacker entering her pussy.

Right now, Cleta and I lay there, cuddled up and murmuring those endearing phrases that invariably follow a good come.

"And now, honey," she murmured, "you're the big boss and I'm the little helper with a warm wet pussy." She chuckled then added, "What's your pleasure, big man?"

"Baby," I said, "I've always believed there's nothing better than a straight fuck."

She chuckled again and turned on her back. She lifted her tantalizing, brown-skinned thighs and I crept between them. My whacker had revived and was pushing out to its normal eight inches.

"Jesus, big man!" Cleta cried, as her soft fingers ran the length of it, "how will all of that big thing get inside my pussy?"

"Easy, baby, easy," I lied. "You'll be surprised and thrilled."

One of her hands came up and clutched my shoulder. Her sweet tongue sought mine and she nibbled my lips until I tasted blood. My hand went down and fondled her clit, still dewy from her first orgasm. It came alive, stiff and hard. This brought moans of pleasure from her alluring lips. I realized this fondling of her clit sent thrills through her entire body in breathtaking surges that spread out from her hot box.

I continued to caress her engorged clit, her alluring thighs and her tantalizing stomach and torso. Her flowerlike neck and blooming body seemed to become electrified. She began murmuring sweet nothings, her lips close to my ear.

For a moment I moved my hand from between her thighs. She clutched it instantly and put it back.

"Don't stop now, lover, please don't!" she begged. "And keep laving my titties!"

Her breath was coming faster, heavier. Abruptly she tightened both shapely arms about my middle. "Do it to me, Wade," she muttered, hoarsely. "I want that big thing, all of it. I don't care if it makes me scream."

Well, I didn't want to hurt her, so I pushed the head of my old monster through that mat of tantalizing curly hair and felt it touch the quivering lips of her alluring pussy. She shuddered and her arms tightened about me. I could feel her body fairly vibrating with passion beneath mine.

I pushed in a bit farther. She flinched and shuddered again, then said, "Oh, honey, it's going to hurt, but it feels so good, too! I'm scared!"

Scared or not, I knew I had to do it; so I started a gradual downward stroke till I felt my balls strike her little brown anus. She yelped, then shivered and clutched me frantically. She began pushing her pelvis up, up until her buttocks were off the bed. Then she started a violent pumping in frenzied passionate excitement.

"Oh, lover," she cried, "it doesn't hurt any more! I never dreamed it would be so wonderful! Screw me, honey, let yourself go!"

So I did, pumping fast and deep. Muffled, animal sounds came from her throat. Her dark eyes were wide, staring, but apparently seeing nothing. Her features were rigid, a bit pale. I saw twin pulses throbbing in her temples. She dug her scarlet finger nails into my buttocks and strained my body to hers. I rode a bucking session of her pelvis until her features contorted and I knew she was near ecstasy.

"Now, lover, now!" she cried. "Faster, faster!"

And I did, feeling my old monster spurting his cream deep inside Cleta's enchanting pussy, while we came together.

"Oh, Wade," she cooed, "you were so gentle, so mindful of me. 111 always remember that." She paused, tenderly kissed my lips, then added, "I want you again, honey. When can we—"

"Maybe soon, Cleta," I lied, knowing that Nell couldn't keep me in the doghouse forever, even if she blamed me for Lissa's wild ways.

"Make it soon, big man," Cleta said, as I got up and headed for the bathroom.

"I won't forget you, baby," I called back over my shoulder.

But I never screwed her again.