Chapter 1
Eve Brownell put down the phone. It was the fourteenth obscene call she'd made that night.
She was having a run of bad luck. No one seemed to be at home. Usually by this time she had reached at least four or five guys who liked to listen to her talk dirty.
Making obscene calls really turned Eve on. She hadn't always been like this. Before she got married, she used to hang up on guys who called her and tried to ask her for a fuck or told her they'd like to lick her cunt-things like that.
But since marrying Kenny Brownell, she didn't have much to get her excited at home. He worked nights at the box factory, so she never got any fucking from him at night, but he always seemed too tired to do it in the daytime, too.
Eve was twenty-three and damned good-looking-red hair that she wore down around her shoulders, a pair of tits that spelled excitement for any guy who nuzzled his nose between them, and all the curves in all the right places.
She was just too young and too hot to waste herself sitting around the house letting her pussy go to pot. Making obscene calls was something she got into almost by accident.
One night, with Kenny at the plant, she was bored. There was nothing on television. She didn't want to go out to a movie and she'd read every magazine in the house.
Her cunt was aching and needed a good fucking, and she knew she wasn't about to get one. Suddenly it just came to her-I'll just pick some guy's name out of the phone book and call him up and tease him, she thought.
The more the idea dwelled in her mind, the more excited she got. After a couple of minutes of thinking about it, she almost ran to get the book. She fumbled through the pages, trying to find a name she liked.
She didn't know just what she was looking for-just some name that hit her right. She'd know it when she saw it. Then suddenly she had it. There it was-Johnny Pollard.
Eve closed her eyes and tried to imagine what he looked like-handsome, dark hair, nice smile, good build. He would be a wonderful fuck, and that's what she'd talk to him about. After all, he couldn't have any idea who she was, and she knew it was very hard to trace a call-despite what they say on TV and in the movies.
Her heart was pounding as she picked up the phone to dial Johnny. Why hadn't she thought of this before? she wondered. This is really exciting! What a great way to fill a dull evening. It costs nothing and it's almost as much fun as getting a piece of ass. Her fingers nervously dialed the number and she waited as it rang. The blood was pounding in her temples and she felt her breath coming in short gasps.
"Hello," the man's voice answered.
"Hello . . . Johnny?" she said in her softest, sexiest voice.
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is Denise," she said, afraid to use her own name. "I've called to see if you'd like to have a good blowjob and a really hot fucking tonight."
"Whaaaat?" he said. "Who the hell is this, anyway?"
"I told you, Johnny, my name is Denise and I'd like to take your big hard cock and give it the juiciest, hottest tongue-bath it ever had. Then I'd like to lie down on your bed and let you give me a fucking that I'll never forget. Would you like that, Johnny?"
"Well, it sure sounds interesting. What's the gimmick? Is this a joke or something?"
"No joke, Johnny. My pussy is so hot it's ready to explode. I really need you tonight. Why don't you let me come over and fuck your ears off? I'd like to feel that hard cock of yours pounding into me."
Eve was so excited she didn't know what to do. The whole idea was incredible. Her pussy was really hot, just like she'd told him. It was wet and swimming in her seeping cunt juice. Her temples were pounding and she was surprised she could even talk. Her throat was dry and parched; her fingers were twitching.
"Well, you know, I've never had a phone call like this before, sweetheart," he said. "You sort of caught me by surprise."
"Don't be alarmed, darling," she said. "It's on the level, all right. My husband works nights and I'm very, very lonesome. And I need a lot more fucking than I get at home. I was told you could give me all I need."
"I don't know who told you that, but I don't like to turn down ladies who need help, that's true," he said. "How soon can you get over here?"
"Well, I'm sorry, Johnny, but it's not quite as easy as that," she said. "I'd have to see you first before I come to your house. Can you meet me at the Ridgewood shopping center in about twenty minutes? Stand in front of the drug store down at the far end by the bakery. Wear a black jacket and put a red handkerchief in one of the pockets, sticking out a little. That way I'll be able to spot you and, if I like your looks, I'll come over and you can take me home and fuck my ears off."
"Sounds fine to me, baby. I'll see you in twenty minutes. And come prepared. You're gonna like what you see."
Eve hung up the phone and sat there amazed at herself. She hadn't even planned to do this fifteen minutes ago. Now she not only had made an obscene phone call, but stood a good chance of getting laid if she wanted it.
She was scared to death. She'd never done anything like this in her life-never even had fucked anybody but Kenny since she got married right out of high school.
Nervously, fidgeting like a cat, she paced back and forth in her living room. She lit a cigarette, took two puffs and ground it out. Then she made up her mind. She'd drive down there and take a good look, just to see what kind of guy Johnny was. If she didn't like his looks, she'd come right home.
If he looked good-she didn't dare answer her own question.
It was a clear night in June, about eight o'clock, and the shopping center was crowded when Eve arrived. She cruised slowly through the parking lot until she came to the drug store and pulled into a parking space facing the store. She didn't see anyone with a black jacket.
But she was patient. She kept looking at everyone who passed by. Suddenly a guy in a black suit stopped and looked in the window of the store. He must have been sixty-five, with gray hair and a cane. When he walked he had a bad limp, and Eve's heart sank. But then he turned and went away. She wondered if he could have been Johnny. She hoped not and decided to wait just a couple more minutes to see if anyone else showed up.
Then she spotted a young, groovy-looking guy, about her own age, with long well-trimmed black hair. He had on a black leather jacket, and there was the red handkerchief hanging out of his pocket! He was pacing back and forth in front of the store, looking all around.
Eve felt herself getting all quivery and jumpy. Her stomach felt like it was tied in knots. He looked great from a distance. Should she go up to him and go through with this thing? She decided to walk by him and get a closer look.
She was wearing a pair of tight black slacks and a sleeveless cotton jersey. Her ample tits stuck out like a pair of oversized grapefruit, and her slacks came down over her asscheeks-so tight she sometimes had to look down herself to see if she had anything on.
As she approached the store, several husbands walking by with their wives turned to give her the eye. She hoped Johnny wouldn't see her until she had a chance to look him over. He was looking the other way. She pretended to look at some thermos bottles in the window and got a good look at him out of the corner of her eye.
He was a doll, just like she'd thought. And built well, too, as far as she could see with the jacket on. He combed his dark hair back thick on the sides, and he had dark eyebrows and a sort of chiseled face that spelled sex. He was all man. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a square jaw and a mouth that made him look something like Chuck Conner s, the old Western star.
Eve guessed that he was twenty-three or -four, just like her. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about wrapping her legs around his bare ass.
Then she made up her mind. If she was ever going to get out of her rut, she had to take action. She took a deep breath and walked right up to him.
"Johnny?" she said softly.
"Yeah, are you Denise? Well, I'll be damned!" He broke into a smile that melted Eve's loins.
"Yes, only my name is Eve. Would you like to take me back to your place?"
"I sure would, baby. Let's go," he said. He took her by the arm and led her to a brand-new Cadillac parked in the lot.
On the way to his apartment, only a few minutes from the shopping center, she was trembling with excitement and apprehension. He was as cool as a cucumber.
"What made you call me?" he asked. "Do you make calls like that all the time?"
"It's the first time I ever did it, Johnny," she said. "I don't know what got into me except that I guess I'm just lonesome and need a man pretty desperately. My husband doesn't take very good care of me sexually."
"Baby, you came to the right place," he said. "I'll give you all you need tonight. I'm going to show you what fucking is all about."
She felt shivers of anticipation all over her body as he spoke. She hoped she had not gotten into something she might regret-that he might beat her up or do weird things to her body. But she knew it was too late to turn back now.
When they got to his place, he opened the door for her, let her in like a gentleman, then walked in behind her, closed the door, turned around and grabbed her around the waist with one arm. He picked her up off the floor and carried her-half-dragging her-to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed.
"Don't hurt me, Johnny. Please don't hurt me!" she cried.
He paid no attention to her. He didn't even take off his jacket before he pounced on her and started burrowing his head between her legs. She still had on her slacks, but he licked the crotch and ran his hands up and down her thighs, groaning and growling to himself.
His hair was all mussed up already and his cheeks were flushed. Sweat was beginning to stand out on his forehead.
"Don't you want to fuck me, Johnny?" she murmured.
He still didn't answer. He seemed in another world. But he did get up and start pulling off his clothes. They flew in every direction-his jacket into a chair, his shirt to the floor, his pants on the dresser. He yanked off his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts.
Johnny was stark naked. He had a tremendous build-well-developed chest and upper arms, a tight waist and strong muscular legs. His cock was a real beauty-about eight inches of pure solid hard meat, wide and thick and very eager and erect. She was in love with it right away.
Johnny came onto the bed alongside her and smiled. He seemed different now, more gentle and less of an animal, and she felt more at ease.
"Let's get these things off so you can do all the things to me that you promised on the phone," he said. He began to unbutton her blouse and pull it off.
She wore no bra, and those luscious ripe tits of hers seemed to stare up at him with a promise of a fun-filled evening. They were big and round and soft as cotton. Her skin was smooth and creamy-white, and her pink areolas and eager hard nipples contrasted with it beautifully.
He unzipped her slacks and stood at the end of the bed to pull them from her. He was surprised to find she wore no panties. Her lush, bushy cunt-hair was abundant and lustrous. It was like an oasis in a wide expanse of softly curving flesh. Her gently rounded thighs were slowly moving outward as she spread them to his gaze, Johnny stared at that beautiful pussy, and it was apparent that he was dazzled by it.
"What a beauty you've got," he said. "I'm going to eat that cunt right off you. Like that idea?"
"I can't wait, Johnny baby," she said with a smile.
He slid right back between her legs again, this time with nothing there to stop him from his desire. His tongue flicked out and began licking all over her legs-along her thighs and then down between them-all over that soft white flesh and then up into her hairy bush.
He moved all around her cunt, lathering up her skin and setting off exquisite stirrings of passion and lust within her. She felt tingling sensations skipping to and fro all over her-up her arms, across her belly, down her legs and circling through her gorgeous tits until she thought she would explode with lust.
He kept teasing her, coming close to her cunt with his tongue, then slipping away to lick her legs or her belly. He was setting her on fire and she knew he was aware of it.
"Please, Johnny," she finally said, "lick it . . . eat me! I can't stand it much longer. You're driving me up a wall!"
"Lots of time, baby," he replied between licks.
"I got all night."
"Oh, God!" she cried. Her loins were burning and she wanted to feel his tongue licking her clit, getting her off, relieving her of the tremendous pent-up desire that had driven her to call him in the first place.
But still he persisted. His tongue roamed down along her leg, right to her knee, along the soft inner part where it was most sensitive. Every time he touched her with that warm, wet, inquiring tongue, she felt vibrations go shooting up her thighs, all through her cunt and up to her brain.
It was torture-that's what it was! He was torturing her with his wonderful tongue! He was letting her know that everything she needed was right there within inches of where she wanted it. But she couldn't have it until he wanted to give it to her!
How can he do this to me? she thought. Why is he tormenting me with his tongue when he knows how much I want him to suck my clit, to make me come? I want to feel him slithering inside my cunt with that beautiful tongue of his! I want to shoot all my juices right into his mouth! Why doesn't he realize that I can give him all kinds of pleasure if he'll just make me come?
Just as all these frustrating thoughts were racing through Eve's mind, Johnny suddenly shifted his fast-moving tongue from her belly to her crotch, into that mound of soft, curly red hair.
Only this time, he parted it with his tongue like he was digging a hole with a crowbar, and let the pink of his tongue come in contact with the glistening pink of her clit.
It was an electric moment-like opening a package Christmas morning as a child and finding your longed-for gift. Eve felt a shock of incredible intensity shoot into her from that center of erotic desire.
She jumped and twisted at his touch. The pleasure flooded through her and she felt her ass wiggling and twitching involuntarily. Her body was coming alive and she loved the feeling.
Her eyes closed and she savored the beauty of his tongue as it went into her warm, moist pussy. It was like heaven to feel that inquisitive tongue darting here and there inside her, seeking out all the pleasure spots-all the secret places where her passion dwelt.
Johnny began to lick her cunt with quick, flicking motions, all up and down her dewy pink cuntlips and inside that savory pussy-hole. He delved way inside with his tongue pointed and poised, then back out and up over her red-hot clit, driving her crazy with lust and desire.
She churned her ass and squirmed to evade the very thing she wanted most. It was becoming unbearable-the torment and the ecstasy all combined to send her into a dizzy, mad whirl of emotion.
He was taking her higher and higher, licking her cunt faster and faster, and she knew it was going to be very soon that she would reach what she had wanted for so long.
She longed for that sweet release, that incredible feeling of euphoria that would send her into another universe, that come she needed so badly . . .