Chapter 6
When Tracy showed up at Sternfeld & Hertz with the signed papers to bring Joanne DeFranco's account into the house, Ed Horner simply gasped.
"You girls are amazing," he said, shaking his head. "I've never seen anything like the pair of you. The commissions you've earned entitle each of you to a hundred-dollar-a-week raise, and even with that, it'll take six months to exhaust what you've already earned. You keep up like this, ,and our trust department will soon rival those of Merrill Lynch."
"We have a lot more names to go," Tracy assured him.
"Just what have you been doing to get these accounts?" Horner asked.
"You really don't want to know," Tracy told him.
"If it's what I think, I'm really sorry I don't have a trust account, so you could go to work on me."
Tracy looked at Steffie, who in turn looked back to Tracy. Each seemed to be thinking the same thing, but it wasn't until Horner was gone that the two girls spoke about it.
"How about it?" Steffie asked Tracy. "Ed's been good to us. He didn't hassle us the first few days we were here. On the contrary, he made things nice and easy for us. I think we should give him a little of ourselves. I mean, he's the kind of guy who would never take advantage of us, always grateful to accept whatever it is we give him."
"Are you saying we should take him on together?" Tracy asked.
"Why not?" Steffie shrugged. "I'll bet he's never had two girls at the same time."
"Okay," Tracy nodded. "Where?"
"My apartment," Steffie told her, "for supper."
"Do we descend on him en masse?" Tracy asked.
"No, I think not," Steffie replied. "The best thing would be for you to go for a walk after supper while I get him all worked up. You can return while we're screwing our asses off, and you can join us."
"Okay," Tracy nodded. "Sounds terrific."
"That was some terrific meal," Ed Horner said, complimenting the two girls.
They were sitting in the eat-in kitchen in Steffie's one-and-a-half-room apartment. Horner's wife and children were away for the week, and so he had accepted the invitation of the two girls, little suspecting what they had in mind. After the big. meal, he looked more sleepy than ever.
The two girls stacked most of the dishes in the small dishwasher, then served coffee in the living room. It was nearly nine o'clock when Steffie put some soft music on the hi-fi, and Tracy said she had to go. When Horner wanted to drive her home, she insisted he remain and keep Steffie company a little while longer.
Steffie saw Tracy to the door, letting her out, showing her the door was unlocked. What neither girl saw was the ominous, bulky form of Marty Gluck. He had been watching both girls, hot to get into either of them, and seeing them take Ed Horner home With them, he had followed. His ear had been pressed to the door the entire time they'd been eating, and now, as Tracy left, he remained hidden by the stairway. He would have loved to jump her, but he didn't have the courage to do it by himself. Tonight he would simply watch and see what was going on. He'd plan his course of action another day.
He saw Tracy get into the elevator, and decided to follow her. Ed Horner was a dried-up middle-aged man, anyway. What could Steffie do with someone like him?
But back in the apartment, plenty was about to happen. To begin with, Steffie had taken the liberty of lacing Horner's coffee with vodka, and the more he drank, the brighter he seemed to become. When, at one point, Steffie took his cup and set it down on a nearby table, then leaned over and kissed him, he responded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He became conscious of his rising cock, and had he been totally sober he might have had second thoughts about what was happening. But for some reason it all seemed perfectly natural to his vodka-fogged brain. So when she stopped kissing him and sat on the sofa beside him, he took the initiative, leaned over, and kissed her. Her lips were hot and burning with desire, welcoming the touch of his mouth as he pressed it to her orifice. He could see her bright-brown eyes staring into his, wide open with amazement that he responded so ardently, pleading with him not to stop; to continue no matter what the consequences. And though Marty Gluck might have considered Ed Horner too old to become physically active, Steffie suddenly realized there was one helluva lot of mileage left in him. Before Horner realized it, he was kissing her with the verve and strength of a youthful lover.
She seemed to struggle a bit in his arms. After all, she couldn't create the appearance of being an easy mark. She had to make Horner believe it was his masculine charms that had convinced her to go through all this. But there was already a flaming, raging fire burning inside her, and she could sense it was enveloping him as well as her.
Horner's tongue stabbed strongly into her mouth, lashing her tongue and teeth with great authority, and Steffie kissed him all the harder, responding to his very masculine thrusts. God! The man really knew how to kiss and get a girl built up to the right temperature in a hurry.
His hand was heavy through her short, strawberry-blond hair, and suddenly the lacing fingers took a tight grip and pulled her head back. His cheek pressed itself to hers, and his tongue stabbed into the pink shell of her ear.
"God," he whispered, his heated breath exciting her all the more. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Positive," she replied, totally relaxing in his arms, slumping toward him as if she were a rag doll.
"I've . . . uhhh . . . never been with a girl . . . uhhh . . . since my marriage," he whispered. "I know it . . . uhh . . . sounds corny, but I . . . uhhh . . . might be a little out of practice at this sort of thing."
"That's all right," Steffie assured him. "I can get you right back in the groove. Let's open the sofa."
They got up and pulled out the convertible bed, and he asked again, "Are you sure?"
His voice was husky with desire, and his thrusting cock had swollen to such immensity, it was ready to rip through his pants. Staring at Steffie standing in front of him, a lamp directly behind her outlining her proportions through her yellow minidress, he was able to see how delightful her proportions appeared. Was the hair above her vagina as golden as the hair on her head?
"I'm sure," Steffie nodded, and he walked over to her and began undressing her. She let him peel off her minidress, allowing him to discover the soft, wonderful body beneath. She was smooth and totally naked under the dress, Her pert breasts were small and full, and stood up so nicely, he hadn't noticed she hadn't had a bra on. Nor had he the opportunity of noting she'd worn no panties. The pink and white of her smooth, round, swelling breasts, and the soft, gentle sloping of her hips, added to the light curve of her tender belly, put together with her ripe, firm thighs and smooth calves, all succeeded in totally conquering any imagined resistance in him.
"Christ, Steffie," he gasped. "I thought my wife was the last terrific woman I'd ever meet. I never realized there might be more of you. God! You're fantastic."
He hurriedly dropped his own pants, removing his shirt and underwear, kicking off his shoes and tugging off his socks. This all seemed too good to be true, and he didn't want to give her the opportunity of changing her mind, should she so decide.
"Tonight is just for us," she told him. "It's my special way of saying thank you for being so good to Tracy and me."
"You really know how to show gratitude," he whispered, gathering her willing body in his arms so she could feel his rigid cock rubbing into her wet, seething pussy.
He swept her thighs out from under her and lowered her to the bed. It smelled of her perfume-scented body. She noted his nostrils quivering, inhaling, enjoying the full scent of her. God! He was much more manly than Paul Finn. Even though he looked older, he was more rugged and apparently more virile. Though Finn had taught her to use her mouth, she hadn't actually surrendered her own virginity to any man. All the accounts she had brought over to Sternfeld & Hertz had been without having to use her womanly persuasions. Now was the right time to lose that unwanted virginity. She wasn't worried about her hymen. It had broken many years earlier when she'd been playing basketball at an all-girl's camp. She knew the pain she would feel would be minimal when she finally felt his long, thick, throbbing hardness ram into her. Remembering the size of Paul Finn's cock, she was able to see Horner's prick was just the littlest bit longer and thicker. Good! He would fill her up that much more substantially' She wanted to get to know him as intimately as possible. She liked him. He was one of the few decent human beings she had ever known.
Lying on the sofa-bed, with only the light of two lamps on, she watched Ed Horner's thick, manly body close in on hers. Her eyes remained glued to his bloated prick. God! The poor man's wife must have the Holland Tunnel between her thighs to hold that thing. Oh God! She wanted it inside her.
Touch it! She had to touch the mighty probing prick. She felt as if her, body would not be happy until her fingers had carefully examined every inch of the heavy flesh-probe. God! She had never before had the urge to really touch a man's cock. Paul Finn had almost killed certain sensations inside her. She was overjoyed to be with Ed Horner tonight. He had made her feel more feminine than she had in a long, long time. She reached out and closed her long, slender fingers around the iron of his throbbing prick.
Holding tightly to it, she pulled herself up until she was sitting upright on the bed. Horner just stood there, watching the young girl, waiting to see how far she'd get without his bidding her to do anything. Her fingers were tightly clutching his cock as if it were made of platinum, and her shining eyes stared at the heavy, swollen purple point glistening with the colorless ointment seeping from the slit in its otherwise perfect, helmet shaped head.
"It's . . . all right, isn't it?" he asked, feeling self-conscious at the way she was staring at his throbbing cock.
"It's more than all right," she whispered. "It's so beautiful . . . so huge, so wonderfully immense . . . so . . . fantastic! ! "
Softly, slowly, carefully, almost as if she were mothering it, Steffie began slowly stroking Horner's throbbing horn. She softly pulled on the thick, hairy base, tugging down so the pulsating purple head would expand all the more, glistening a brilliant magenta in the soft light of the room.
The immensity had become too much for Steffie, and she pulled it closer as she tugged on it, remembering what Paul Finn had taught her with his own cock. But this cock she wanted. She wanted to taste it, to fill her mouth with it, to suck the soft, tender skin surrounding his hard, rigid muscle. She wanted to drink his heavy white semen. And she wanted to taste it all before Tracy returned.
A masculine aroma wafted into her nostrils as she stared at the shuddering head less than an inch from her nervous lips. Tiny, musky drops of color-less fluid continued seeping from the narrow hole in his throbbing glans, lying like smooth pearls on his shivering tip. It was almost too much for her to bear. Her small pink tongue eeled slowly, and then with the speed of a striking rattlesnake, it licked the drops off his cock and retreated to the safety of her oral cavern. She smacked her lips together, enjoying the creamy fluid balm.
Horner, seeing her tongue retreat, pushed his hips forward, pressing his throbbing cock against her soft mouth. He was surprised to feel her lips oval apart and suck on his head, compressing tightly around his, corona while her tongue lapped at the tender point.
Steffie, tightening her lips around the pungent tip, felt the wonderful taste seep through her entire body, into her pores, into her nerves, into her very bloodstream. And feeling the wonderful thickness back against her surrounding lips, she knew damn well she was going to try to suck this cock to completion. She wanted to. She wanted to because she enjoyed it in her mouth. When Paul had suggested she do this same thing not too long ago, she had been horrified and disgusted. But here, now, with Ed Horner it seemed only right and natural that she suck his throbbing cock.
Her tongue leaped from its resting place at the bottom of her mouth and began circling his throbbing head. It moved in wild spirals, made the penile monster twitch again and again.
"Whoooooof!" Horner sighed, and suddenly realized he had been holding his breath all this time. "Yes, yes, yes . . . " he urged. "More . . . don't stop now . . . more . . . do it, do it . . . ahhhhh . . . "
Opening her mouth all the wider, coming up on her knees, giving herself better access to the throbbing, twitching phallic wonder, she had him slide it into the hot, wet cave of her tantalizing, sucking mouth as she reached around, grabbed his hairy asscheeks, and pulled him closer.
Horner thought his scalp would literally lift off in a violent explosion. He had never realized some-thing so wonderful could happen to him. And this was only Monday night, the beginning of the week. He wondered what other marvelous miracles awaited him. God! To be here, in this apartment, with this sweet, beautiful blonde . . . sucking his throbbing cock . . . doing things to please him . . . his cannon-shaped cock slowly burying its muzzle deeper and deeper into her clasping oral cavern, feeling the silken creaminess of her tongue as it played wildly along the underside of his palpitating prick. Now the writhing tongue was wrapping itself, snakelike, around his pulsing shaft, coiling around the steel of his solid muscle as her mouth opened wider, as if her teeth would scissor his throbbing cock from the rest of his aching body. But then the edges of her teeth surrounded the wide girth of his tool in a thrilling conglomeration of scraping pleasure and exquisite pain.
Steffie nearly choked as she felt Horner's broad, swollen cock press its pulsing head against the soft, pulpy ring of her esophagus. Somehow she man-aged to choke back the feeling of being strangled, her nostrils quivering and widening as she pulled air into her nose and down into her lungs. Her gullet seemed to stretch as she relaxed it, broadening so his rubbery phallic tip could fit into her throat. Straining forward, she drooled all over the wet, pumping cock as if she had sucked this brazenly all her life. Then, acting even more for-ward, she reached between his thighs as he stood there and used her hand to gather in his heavy, dangling balls, manipulating them in their soft-skinned, wrinkled, hair-covered sac as if the eggs inside were made of fragile crystal. The lightning-like thrills shooting through Horner's aching body nearly caused him to stumble and fall on top of the blonde so anxious to prove how good she could be.
Her fingers continued massaging the soft, yeilding flesh of his dangling scrotum while her other hand had a firm grip around the base of his cock, jacking and tugging as if she hoped to wrench the organ from his shuddering body. Now her lips were sliding up and down most of its length, sucking strongly, pulling it into her anxious throat, then sliding it out until only its onion-shaped tip remained behind her teeth. Her satin interior closed more and more tightly around the pulsating prod, and soon Ed Horner was all but screaming as a long, wailing moan came sirening out of his mouth. His throbbing cock hurt, and his swollen testicles hurt even more. God! The phallic wand felt as if it had grown at least two more inches in the last few moments. Every last little bit of it was a sensuous, throbbing mass of tangled nerves, and every nerve seemed to demand instant satisfaction.
"Steffie . . . " he gasped. "Ohhhhh Steffie . . . suck . . . suck . . . suck the old cock good and hard.. . . "
As if answering his lascivious plea, Steffie painted the bottom of his throbbing cock with her wicked tongue, tasting his rich, pungent masculinity, using the point of her tongue to probe through the graying hairs at the base, and coating the heavy bloated sacs of his wrinkled balls with more and more saliva.
Where she had almost upchucked with Paul Finn, the sensation of being with Ed Horner only honed her sense of taste, and she wanted more and more of him. She wanted to swallow whatever he had to offer, loving the thick feeling of it as it danced on her tongue, against her palate, and into her throat. Sucking on this wonderful penis was more marvelous than anything she had ever before imagined. She continued manipulating him, squeezing his balls, ringing the base of his heavy cock with her fingers and rubbing it, squeezing and jerking and pinching and lapping as the mighty cane of flesh slammed into her mouth and throat. Her hand around this throbbing cock was such a marvelous caress, he know she would soon be milking him of all his aching sperm. Her other hand continued rubbing his swollen balls, and this made his writhing hips gyrate at a fantastic pace. He pumped his solid cock ever deeper into her anxious throat.
Horner felt his lustful whang swell even more inside the blond girl's hot, lustful oral cavern. He could feel his hard, rubber-like glans rubbing against the narrow entrance to her pharynx, and he watched as she anxiously seemed to swallow his flesh, gulping it into her throat. Horner gasped and sighed in cadence to the way she rhythmically sucked his hard cock. He watched her beautiful face laboring against his loins, hot and sweaty, red with exertion. But he soon even became oblivious to that, feeling only the blinding flurries of fire-laden passion building higher and higher in his throbbing balls. He groaned again and again as his pelvis bucked maddeningly against her obscenely stretched mouth working to bring him to the completion she felt he so richly deserved.
"Ohhhhh Goddddd . . . " Horner gasped. "Oh Goddddd! I can feel it building inside me. Oh Christ! I can feel it. But it won't come out. For the love of God it won't come out."
He began to scream and rant and rave, almost as if it were the girl's fault, and he slammed his throbbing, thick, heavy meat even deeper, ramming it through the ring of her sucking gullet, into the depths of her tight throat.
His hands, gripping her hair, were now ramming her mouth back and forth over the throbbing cock. But as tight as her lips gripped it, Steffie found his hard prick unable to yield up the contents of his aching balls.