Chapter 7
Up there in my room on the third floor of the old brownstone, I opened the icebox that stood off in one corner next to a beat-up old stove. I'd given Sarah some money and asked her to do some shopping for me the day before. Knowing how she felt about having a man under the roof of the old house, I wondered if she'd gone to the trouble. She'd very likely been planning on running me out of there just as fast as she could manage.
I learned quickly that she'd stacked the icebox with TV dinners and that sort of thing. In a narrow cupboard I found a whole lot of can goods and even a coffeepot. That coffeepot and the fresh can of coffee was what I'd been really looking for.
The can of coffee hadn't been opened but that gave me no big problem. I fixed myself some of my own special black brew and took a second look in the icebox. To my surprise there was even a six-pack of beer there. Seeing those TV dinners had been no surprise. A man could get real tired of eating TV dinners day after day. Perhaps so tired of it that he'd get out of the house as often as he could and wasn't that, after all, what Sarah seemed to want.
I thought about opening one of those beer cans and then decided against it. I really hadn't had enough to eat that day to be doing a lot of drinking. Beer always made me get real sleepy anyway and I had no desire to go to sleep too soundly. There was a little Mexican cunt I was going to take home and fuck real good before I did any sleeping.
While my own special black brew was perking I got out my battered typewriter and rolled a sheet of paper into it. I had a few stray ideas for the first
CHAPTER of a new novel and wanted to see them in print. Sometimes what seemed like a good idea in my head didn't work out when I put it down in black and white.
I'd knocked out several lines and liked the feeling I got when I reread them. That was when I heard the sound of high heels on the landing just outside my door and took a long, deep breath. So, in spite of Gail's promise, it looked as though I wasn't going to have to go looking for the next good fuck I wanted.
I turned from my typewriter as Norma Chester came into the room with a large tray of sandwiches and cups of steaming coffee. She was wearing a tight pink, pullover sweater that hugged her cone-shaped tits so that you could almost make out the nipples that topped those tits. Along with the sweater, she wore a soft-looking skirt that ended a good four inches above her knees, so you knew that when she sat down, you were going to be able to see the edge of her panties, perhaps even their crotch unless she was enough of a lady to cross her fine legs.
"I've just had a brief talk with Gail," Norma Chester said, after placing her tray there alongside my typewriter. "I'm so sorry you had all that really wild sex thrown at you so fast yesterday."
"It was sort of startling," I had to confess. "Can't say I was too sorry, though I can see where the average guy would have wound up feeling the way a broad feels after getting gang-banged.
"I wanted you to know I agree with the promises Gail made you and hope you'll agree to keep this room. There will be all the sex, right under this very roof, that a man such as yourself could ever demand, though it will never be forced upon you," Norma Chester explained, as she moved to sit on the edge of the big bed, after she'd taken one of the mugs of coffee and a sandwich from the tray. "When you want to fuck we'll all be more than ready to see that you get all the fucking you need, but we'll never come up here to make the first move."
I had been right about how short that soft-looking skirt of hers was. I could see all of her lush thighs right up to the edge of her panties. She might have been a whore back in the good old days, but she had learned to be a lady. She'd crossed her knees so I couldn't see the crotch of her panties.
"I met this Mexican chick earlier today when I went out for an early morning stroll," I said, reaching for the mug sitting on the tray. "I'm going out around five, take her home and bang the piss out of her," I informed Norma Chester, even though I felt under no real obligation to inform her about what I did when not under her roof, or what I might do to one of her three daughters while I was under her roof.
"You're the kind of a man I should have met when I was the same age as Jenny is now," Norma Chester said, after swallowing the mouthful she'd been chewing while I'd been talking. "An uncle of mine banged me when I was just fourteen and from then on I couldn't say no to any male any age. I gave away more free fucks than many women get in their whole lifetime before an older man offered me ten bucks if I'd let him fuck me when I was sixteen."
"It's a story I've heard a number of times," I said, reaching for an appetizing-looking sandwich. "Learning you could get paid for doing what you liked doing the best, changed your whole way of life and you became a wealthy woman."
"I was in my prime when the Second World War was in full swing and there were all those, sex-happy soldiers away from home with good money in their pockets. I got knocked up three times because I let both my greed and my love for sex make me careless. My three girls have been a real joy, for the most part, and I've never really been sorry I kept them."
I just sat there eating and sipping my coffee while listening to Norma Chester talk. I began to understand what a really lonely kind of life she'd lived. Oh, there had been all those countless men in her life, but each of them had only meant something to her for such a very short time. What she seemed to be looking for was a man who not only needed sex as much as she did, but a man who could be gentle enough, at times, to just hold her lush body close to his own, even though there might be no need for sex between them at that moment.
She was one hell of a good-looking woman. If she hadn't spoken about the Second World War I'd never have come within ten years of guessing her real age. When she wasn't burning up inside with that wild passion of hers that seemed to know no end once it became fully aroused, she was a very warm, outgoing sort of human being. The kind of person I'd always thought of as being my kind of people.
"What have you decided about that black bitch?" I asked, after taking a swallow of coffee to wash down the very good ham sandwich. "I hate the idea of being put on the spot where I'd be constantly trying to prove to her that I'm really a much better man than she can ever hope to be."
"I've told her she can go at the end of the week and given her a week's pay in advance, which is really more than she had any right to expect," Norma replied. "I promise to do some thinking about the way I've handled Jenny, since both you and Gail feel it's been so wrong."
"The child could get to where she loved sucking cock and licking pussy way too much," I pointed out, reaching for a second sandwich, having learned how hungry I really was. "By the time she reaches sixteen she could have built up such a thick, wall against the idea of getting fucked that she'd flip her cork if a man tried to force himself upon her."
"I've only been trying my best to protect her," Norma said and sighed deeply. "I let Gail and Peggy start fucking at an age when most girls haven't even been told the facts of life and look at them now. They'll fuck with any bastard that's got the nerve to show them his cock. Maybe they don't even have to see the size of the bastard's cock."
"Now don't be too hard on yourself," I said, reaching for still a third sandwich. "I've dated a lot of teen-age broads lately and you hardly meet one that won't let a guy fuck her good, once she gets to know and like him, that is."
"I guess the girls, some of them at least, were pretty much the same when I was young," Norma admitted. "It's just that everybody is making such a big thing out of how much fucking our young people are doing these days, that a parent can't help but get just a little worried."
"That's part of our whole problem today. I think, everybody is doing so much talking about how wild our young people are and have gotten so worked up over the fact so many of them have been caught, not only fucking, but taking dope," I said, after draining my mug and getting to my feet to turn off my still-perking coffee before it blew up.
"Have you ever tried any of this pot?" Norma Chester asked when we were no longer sitting face to face.
"Yes, I've given it a try and found it really didn't do that much for me," I confessed and moved back to drop onto the edge of the big triple-size bed beside Norma Chester, who was looking deep into the empty coffee mug she still held in her hand.
"Could you perhaps get your hands on just a little?" she asked, as I took the mug from her hand to sit it on the floor there at her feet. "I thought we might go to my little island just off the coast of Florida where the girls and I could try it in private."
"I think I could get my hands on some joints," I said and began working the edge of her sweater from under the top of her soft skirt. "Just lift your arms above your head, baby."
"You really don't have to, you know, lover," she cooed, as she lifted her arms above her head and permitted me to pull that sweater off over her head.
"Now just you let me take care of this," I said and then placing one hand on the back of her head, I forced my mouth down on hers while I tossed that sweater to the chair on which I'd been sitting.
Norma Chester was a woman who knew how to kiss a man and let him feel it clear to the tips of his toes. Her tongue was the first female tongue that had ever gotten into my mouth before my skilled tongue had had a chance to drive clean to the back of hers. Once her tongue was in my mouth, it put up one hell of a battle before my tongue could force it from my hot mouth, back into hers.
Her tongue was the only part of her whole being that was even trying to resist my bold advances. When my free hand had moved down over her body to find the snaps in the side of her soft skirt, she rolled to one side a little so my fingers had plenty of room to work in. Once she felt all of those snaps give, she'd lifted her ass from the bed and I slid her skirt down over her lovely ass, down over those perfectly formed thighs, and on down her shapely legs to pull it off over her feet and toss it over onto her sweater before my hands returned to her perfectly formed thighs just above the tops of her dark nylons.
Our mouths were still glued together, our lips working a bit savagely against each other's, when my fingers unhooked each garter from the tops of her nylons. She was wearing one of those panty girdles so there was no garter belt to mess around with.
I moved one hand lightly over the crotch of her panty girdle once her garters were unfastened. It was one of those little tricks a guy can pick up from watching a stag movie. I'd seen one broad really get one of her sister females hot just by running her hand lightly over the crotch of her friend's brief, tight panties.
When I felt the thin crotch of Norma's panty girdle become moist, I slid my hand to her buttocks. I gently molded those soft, twin cheeks for a time before moving my hand slowly, ever so slowly, up her bare back in search of the strap of that brief bra she wore over her cone-shaped tits. A flick of the wrist once I found that strap unhooked it and another flick of the wrist tore it from her cone-shaped tits. After tossing it over onto the chair with the rest of her clothing I took my mouth from hers and breathed deeply.
I took long, deep breaths filling my lungs with air and then began kissing every inch of her face, her shoulders, and then I buried my face deep in that valley between those heavenly warm tits of hers. The whole of her being was shaken by that first violent orgasm of the day, even as my hands slid down over her passion-wracked body towards her panty girdle.
"Oh, Vance!" Norma Chester moaned weakly, as her hips began to grind against the bed, even before I worked that panty girdle down to her knees. "You can have Jenny, darling. If she has to be fucked I want a real man to do the honors the first time so she won't get hurt."
Shit! My cock was nearly bursting there in the crotch of my shorts even before I heard those words from those soft lips of Norma Chester. Knowing I was not only going to fuck that sweet Jenny real good, but had her mother's full permission, made it almost spurt forth its come right there. Tearing myself away from Norma Chester and pulling her panty girdle off over her feet at the same time was almost all I could manage. That bitch was in heat and not to have fucked the shit out of her would have been the most inhuman thing in the world.
I almost tore my own clothes from my body, I'd gotten so hot myself while working up that white bitch. Once I was naked, the cool air of the room helped to lessen my passion a little and that was some help. I was then able to get Norma stretched lengthwise on that triple bed so that she lay with her lovely bare ass jutting out towards my swollen cock.
"You can fuck me in the ass that way if you like," Norma Chester cooed, feeling the head of my cock against the cheek of one soft buttock.
"I'm not really going to fuck you, baby," I said, slipping my arms in under hers and reaching up around her to cup those cone-shaped tits in my hands. "I'm going to make love to you and there is a difference."
"Make love to me!" Norma gasped, as she felt the head of my cock find the slit of her wet, moist cunt as though it was a living, breathing thing.
There is a vast difference between just fucking a bitch to obtain sexual pleasure and in doing it with enough gentleness and meaning to let her know you really care something for her personally. I hardly had to tell that to a broad like Norma though, for my cock went deep into her cunt with almost no help on my part.
Those full cunt lips of hers seemed to open eagerly, those tiny red cells deep within her warm, moist channel seemed to reach up and grasp the head of my swollen cock. As though they had some magical power, those tiny red cells seemed to pull my swollen cock deep into their hot cavern as though it were some lifeless object.
When I began moving my cock in and out of Norma's hot, moist cunt, we both knew it wasn't just another quick jump. I wasn't just fucking some good-looking, willing broad for the sexual pleasure it would give me.
I was making love to Norma Chester. Making love to her as I'd made love to very few other broads. The funny thing was that I got the feeling it wasn't going to be the only time I'd make love to that broad. No man!
She really had whatever it took to turn me on!