Chapter 4
I dreamed that I was swimming in the dam again, stroking through the light brown waters slowly and smoothly. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and there was no one around for miles, just me and mother Nature. There were fish in the dam, large creatures that looked harmless enough. Now and then one would brush up against me and instead of feeling cold scales I felt sensual skin, warm and satiny. More fish seemed to gather by the minute, following me around and around the dam, crowding me without alarming me. Then they broke away and swam hurriedly into the deeps. A big fish had appeared, something resembling a giant bass. It came up behind me and its toothless mouth nibbled at my toes. I started to giggle and tried to kick it away but it was insistent. It took one of my feet into its mouth and sucked at it, not an unpleasant sensation yet it made me uneasy. The other foot disappeared into its mouth. Its palate felt like the inside of a cunt somehow. The more it sucked, the more I yielded. Now its mouth had reached my knees. This fish was going to eat me! Once more I tried to get away, my arms thrashing through the waters to outswim the fish. No use. It drew me in slowly, releasing me briefly only to take more of me into its huge mouth. The pleasure got the better of me. I felt myself turning to face it and the rest of me slipped away into the dark, pink cavity, helpless, ecstatic -- I woke up with a start and looked around the room wildly. It was morning, the sun flooded in through the windows. Something was happening down below. It took me a while to collect myself but then I saw someone was under the sheet between my legs, eating me the way rd eaten Minnie the previous night. My cock was hard and all of it was inside that warm cunt-like cavity. I peered under the sheet and saw that it was Joan down there, her eyes closed, mouth wide open, both hands caressing my belly and balls mesmerically. Tony was still asleep.
Her throat muscles rippled about my knob and teased it into frying to probe deeper. Her tongue spiraled about my hard flesh, her spit washed about it, and her teeth rested lightly about the base of my cock, threatening yet not biting through, a refined form of torture that soon had me writhing about in a mad blend of agony and ecstasy. For a long time she held my dick in her throat, breathing heavily through her nose. I don't know how she managed it but I knew I loved it! My hands came to rest on her head, holding it down as if that was necessary. Judging by her motions she was just as happy as I was to have me lodged in her mouth. Her hips undulated forcefully, pressing her pussy against the footend of the bed. And all the while her mouth operated on my cock, working its magic until I was on the point of blowing.
Joan mightn't be the most attractive woman in the world but she was wiser than any woman I had met. She sensed the imminence of my climax and hastily withdrew. Her mouth remained wide open as she gulped in large quantities of air. A brief rest was all she needed. Then she sat in the lotus position between my legs and let her fingernails run up and down my hard cock, smiling at me enigmatically. Her tits drooped down to her rounded belly, her stretch marks were showing, and her body showed the ravages of time and men. For all that she was the pinnacle of sexuality while my cock was hard. She waited until I had settled down a little, then bent over and resumed her sucking. She concentrated on my glans this time, running her tongue about it abrasively. What got to me was her enjoyment. Her eyes sparkled and her breathing was rapid and shallow, as though she liked nothing better in the whole wide world than to suck my dick. She made no demands on me, just did it for the love of it. I obliged her by folding my arms under my head and watching her ply her trade. Her tongue was long and crafty, slithering here and there in such a way as to trigger off all kinds of nice feelings in my over-sensitive dick. She moved so that her legs were over the side of the bed again and she was able to get at my balls more comfortably. Her tongue slid down and did a few turns about my scrotum before descending even further and touching down on my asshole.
At that point my whole body became her willing accomplice. My feet moved back and lifted my ass up into the air, spreading out so that her tongue could have free access to whatever part of me she desired. Her tongue snaked up my ass and her fingers dug into the flesh of my cheeks, parting them wide, all the while wriggling her tongue deeper into me. I was losing touch with reality. Everything throbbed and hummed inside me, my cock didn't know what impulses to take heed of, whether it wanted to piss, blow, or explode. "The things you do!" I sighed, adjusting my position for her benefit. "It's criminal, Joan, but don't ever stop!"
She didn't answer. Her tongue withdrew from my asshole and ran up the hairy valley between my cheeks, quick and sure of itself, then back to my balls which she swallowed and suckled, once more to my asshole, back to my glans, sucking, licking, and nibbling until I was trembling on the edge of an orgasm again. "Take me there!" I demanded. "Do it or I'll jack off right in front of you!"
"I'd love to see that," she said. "Why don't you do that, Eric?" Obviously I'd used the wrong threat. She pulled away from me and sat on the footend of the bed to see if I would go through with it. If she thought she could play jokes on me she was mistaken. I pretended to go along with her, closing my fist around my cock and sitting up to get a better grip on my tool. But when she had been lulled into a false sense of security I pounced on her and thrust my cock down her throat once more, fucking her face with a vengeance. She may have been expecting me to do that. In any case she very quickly adapted to this new turn of events. Her mouth started its magic once again, her lips pursed about the base of my cock and those throat muscles pulsed about my knob with devastating effects. I drew back only slightly before each thrust, not far enough to get away from her throat, and when I pushed forward I pulled her head toward me for maximum penetration. This was beautiful. My head was drained of thoughts, it was red and empty, my lungs were burning, blood coursed through my veins at double the normal pace, all of it gathering in my cock. The finale was upon me. Rapid, searching strokes battered down her throat, the grip I had on her head could have strangled a bull, and at last my sperm. seared up the shaft and burst free in her mouth. Joan made all sorts of muffled sounds of happiness as my load filled her face. One more little burst and I was through.
"Nice work," I heard Tony say. "How would you like to do me, Joan?"
"Sure, honey." In a flash she was upon him. I watched her absently. Seeing her do it was less fun than having her do it upon one's own person. I groped about for a cigarette and coughed when the first plume of smoke went down my throat. It was six in the morning, far too early to be smoking. Joan was bringing Tony perilously close to his satisfaction.
"Breakfast is up!" someone shouted from down-stairs just as Joan extracted the last of Tony's ball juices.
"I've already had mine!" Joan yelled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She laughed and left our room with a broad wink. "I'm full up, girls, and smelling like a bowl of wheat germ. You know what they say, the early bird gets the worm!"
"Oh, get fucked!" someone muttered. People were getting up, going into bathrooms, coughing, complaining about country life. Tony and I got dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. Sarah's father asked if we were going to help with the weeding that day. Tony said he didn't think so.
"You have to understand," he said to the older man, his eyes insolent, "that there are two kinds of people in this world, those who work and those who fuck. Eric and me belong to the latter category, we can't go throwing our energy away on menial tasks, now can we?"
"You young pup," snarled Sarah's father, "I ought to give you a good lesson!"
"With what? Your tongue?" Tony dismissed him and resumed eating. Bad vibrations spoiled breakfast for everyone. The bearded, hairy men seemed inclined to take us outside and beat the shit out of us. But Tony looked dangerous, not the kind of man to sit still for a beating. Besides, they were all liberals who didn't believe in violence. We were safe. The women didn't particularly care for Tony's attitude even if they agreed with him one hundred percent. I got the impression that they wanted us to shut up and play the part of the mindless studs. That suited me but Tony's not as diplomatic as I am.
"How are you, Minnie?" he said when the ex-virgin came down the stairs. "Did we make a new woman out of you?"
"Sssshhh!" she hissed, but it was too late. All eyes were upon us. Nora rose to her feet and gripped the edge of the table as though she couldn't trust herself so near the cutlery.
"Did you seduce my daughter?" she asked in a quiet, menacing voice.
"Seduce her?" Tony laughed raucously. "No, lady, we fucked her."
More silence. Eyes glowered. Only a few of the women, Sarah included, looked at us with approval. "I think we shouldn't overstay our welcome," I told Tony. But he was in one of his devil-may-care moods.
"I haven't finished breakfast yet," he said, tucking into his food.
"You'd better get out of here, boy," said one of the men.
"And be quick about it," Sarah's father added, "before you get hurt."
"Go stick you head up a dead bear's ass," Tony said coldly. Now the men had to act, he had left them no alternative. They got to their feet and advanced toward him. There were eight of them, two of us. I waited for Tony to make his move but he took no notice. The fact that he ignored them stymied the men. They stood around and looked increasingly sheepish. Just as they were about to drift back to their seats Tony stood up and grabbed the woman nearest to him, who happened to be Sue. "Before we go let me show you something," he told the men. In one quick motion he had Sue's pants off and his finger up her cunt. "See where my finger is? That's where you're supposed to stick your cocks. That's all you need to know."
That did it. The men were mobilized. But we were ready. As one we slipped out of the kitchen and ran through the yard with the men hot on. our heels. They gave up as soon as they had made a respectable effort at catching us and Tony and I just kept going. We were laughing and out of breath by the time we got off the farm and back on the road, collapsing helplessly by the side of it. "You think I taught them a lesson?" asked Tony.
"I hope so, because if you haven't you only stirred up trouble. Ah, fuck them anyway, let's get to L.A. and get into the moneyed cunts," I said, getting to my feet. "I'm beginning to believe in your schemes, which means I'm probably losing my mind."
"On the contrary, you're just coming to your senses."
It was a long walk back to the main road but once there we were lucky enough to get a ride to the freeway. A truck driver picked us up and treated us to lunch and cigarettes. When he dropped us off we could see the yellow haze of Los Angeles in the distance. I could smell the starlets! One more ride and we would be in the thick of it. Tony and I stood by the side of the road and thumbed hopefully. Finally a car pulled up and an old lady asked us where we wanted to go. When we told her she said she would take us right there. We settled back comfortably and watched as she crunched her old car into the first gear and spun the wheels before careering back onto the freeway. If I was not mistaken, this was the old lady from Pasadena!
She brought the car up to ninety, at which point it was shaking and billowing blue smoke, then she turned to us and said: "All right boys, you have to make a choice. Either you fuck me or I'll crash this car. And remember, I'm an old woman, I've lived my life already."
We stared at her in astonishment. She looked like the kind of old lady you see at church bazaars, a hat with a bunch of fruit on it, a black dress, grey stockings, and sensible black shoes. Surely we hadn't heard right. She repeated her ultimatum and speeded up to a hundred to make sure we got the point. The car went from one lane to the next with gay abandon. This lady wasn't kidding!
"Okay, okay," said Tony, "we'll play along. Just stop this wreck!"
"You won't back out?" One hundred and five. We swore on everything from our mothers to her future grave that we wouldn't. Finally she took her foot off the accelerator and let the car coast to a stop at a rest area. There wasn't anyone around. Where were the police and their radar when you needed them? The old lady started to take off her clothes but Tony suggested she keep them on.
"It'll be sexier that way," he told her. "Just take off your panties and we'll do the rest."
If she understood that he didn't want to see her sixty-year-old body she gave no sign of it. "Kinky!" she cried, and pulled off a pair of pink bloomers that reminded me of the time when my grandmother lived with us. They were always hanging in the bathroom, dripping wet, and I had learned to hate them. Now the next task was to get hard. The old lady's cunt was visible under her disarrayed garments, grey hair sparse on old skin. Tony took his dick out and jerked it until it swelled up. The old lady leaned back against her door and received him with excited little cries. He was wedged in between the back of the seat and the steering wheel, but he got his dick up her and started to fuck peremptorily. Watching the old lady getting fucked told me like nothing else that we were in California.
My turn arrived before I was really ready for it. Tony pulled out with a sigh of relief and zipped up while I zipped down and tried to coax some life into my cock. The old lady lay back and looked on impatiently but offered no help. "What's the matter, sonny, don't you like girls?" she snapped.
"I love girls," I said, placing the emphasis on the last word. It went over her head. I thought of Minnie, so succulent and supple, and that brought some energy to my dick. When it was half-hard I got on top of the old lady and stuffed my cock into her. She was soft and warm inside, no different from a young girl except that she could hardly be called tight. Her cunt felt like a little fleshpot, something to rummage about in, comforting rather than exciting. I moved my cock back and forth until it had expanded to its full length, and then did my best to deliver a second-rate fuck to our benefactor. Luckily it didn't take much to get her off. Within minutes she was sighing and groaning, moving her old bones the best way she could, and I closed my eyes and pretended it was someone else I was fucking.
"There," I said when it was all over, "now drive us into the city."
"Certainly." She hitched her drawers back up, adjusted her dress, and started the car. "Ah, I love a bit of young stuff now and then," she told us as she drove away slowly. "Nice young rock-hard cock, nothing like it. When I was a girl you couldn't get it. Now I have to bargain for it. But I don't mind, it still feels as good as ever."
"I'm happy for you," said Tony.
"It's a pity young men don't appreciate us more experienced women more," she went on. The car was moving at about thirty miles per hour now. Apparently we had relieved her aggressions. "They don't know what they're missing. Didn't I give you a hot time? Sure I did. And just think, there are thousands of senior women like myself all over the country, begging for a piece."
"A geriophile's lot is a happy one," I agreed.
"Eh? What's that? Young girls don't know anything. I didn't. What a fool I was in those days." She went on and on, talking to herself and driving slowly. All about us cars were whizzing by. I tried to forget about the old lady, her boring monologue, and her slow driving, but it ended in my ruminating on how I hated hitchhiking. You were always at the mercy of other people, they were doing you a favor so you had to be nice even when you didn't feel like it. If we hadn't invested our youthful energy into this trip we would have jumped out of the car. As it was we bore with it all the way into L.A.
It was late in the evening when she let us off in a seedy district. Lamps cast an eerie glow over the wide streets, low buildings sported a plethora of advertisements, people loitered about and looked mean. I began to wish we had stayed on the farm. Cars, garbage, stinking air, couldn't we live without them? I suggested we turn back but Tony was looking around with enthusiasm.
"This is it," he said, sizing up the people habituating the sidewalk. "This is where we'll get our start. Come on, Eric, we've got to get ourselves a whore."
"A what?" I croaked. "You must be joking. I want to check into a convalescence home and you want to pay for it?"
"You don't trust me," said Tony. "Deep down you think I'm stupid. Well, maybe I am but at least I'm open to inspiration. Look over there, see that black girl? The one talking to the pimp. Now she's not bad, is she? And look at the way her old man is dressed, all flash and glitter? That took money. I want to roll him."
"I think you're suffering from role confusion. He's supposed to roll you. Anyway, where are you going to get the money?"
"Just follow me." He walked across the street and interrupted the conversation the girl was having with her pimp by asking if she was ready for him. "Give me a menu, baby, complete with prices," he said.
"Ten for the room, fifteen for my ass," she said, giving him a cold look. The pimp backed off a little and tried to look friendly. I could tell he'd as soon cut his mother open as give me the time of day, but Tony had committed us. "And if your friend wants in, it'll be an extra ten."
"Fine, fine, why don't we get down to it," said Tony. The girl shrugged and led us to a flophouse called The Buckingham. Real class. A murderer in a sweatshirt slouched behind the counter, there were roaches in the cigarette machine, and the smell reminded me of a bed of cigarette butts that had been pissed on by a multitude. The girl was attractive, though. She had on a sinful miniskirt and when she walked ahead of us up the stairs we were treated to a view of her ass that actually stirred us. Bulging cheeks, no panties, just black flesh moulded by a gifted ass-artist. Her tits were big and pendant, confined in a white lacy blouse, and she wore a wig created by a country & western designer. The pimp was outside the hotel picking his nails with a flick knife. I got the feeling Tony had maneuvered us into a dead end.
"Here you go, honey," she said, throwing open a door. One bed, a table holding a basin of disinfectant, and a chair. The Buckingham had spared no expense with its interior decoration. I could just see some distracted faggot standing in the bare rooms saying, "A bed right here, it has to be antiqued by vandals; and over there a table salvaged from a ghetto garbage can, really ethnic, with a tin basin that's all chipped enamel, oh lovely! And make sure the walls are painted ratty tints so that the dear little creatures will feel at home."
"Now then," said the girl, removing her clothing, "what's your pleasure. You want to get blown?"
"I think that would be more prophylactic," I said guardedly.
"Then drop your pants and put the money on the table," said the girl. Tony took out the fake ten-dollar bills and put them down. She didn't inspect them, luckily, or else we would never have received a sample of her talents. She looked good in spite of her surroundings. Her tits were long and full, the nipples pointed darkly at the floor, and her stomach was hard and flat. A dark bush grew wild between her thighs and all the way up to her navel. When she stood up to go to the window and signal to her pimp that everything was in order, we were treated to a view of her ass that was breathtaking. It really was an engineering miracle. With every step it quivered loosely yet it kept its shape, two chocolate puddings that inspired ideas of anal fucking in me. I would have loved to slide my cock between her big buns, but when I asked her about that possibility she insisted that cost another twenty. We didn't have that, not even in fake money, so I resigned myself to a blow job.
She sat on the bed and motioned us to come over. But just as she was about to wrap her full lips about one of our knobs she remembered a small detail. "Oh shit, I didn't give you your wash yet. Come over to the basin." We followed her and I felt a little like a schoolboy getting pushed around by teacher. Her unsympathetic expression did nothing to dispel that notion. She took both our cocks and dipped them in the antiseptic fluid, kneading us a bit as she washed us, and with the vision of her nakedness to help us along we both became quite hard. She allowed herself a moment's levity: "You boys haven't been getting your share of pussy lately, huh?"
Au contraire! But Tony grinned and said, "Yeah, we just came back from a long sea voyage. Come on, baby, wipe us dry and get your mouth to this lead pipe! I'm busting to get shot of it."
She took us back to the bed and there we stood, hands behind our backs, letting the black whore suck our cocks in turn. She really was an artist. Her full lips tended to quiver sensually about our meat and her tongue darted hither and thither with remarkable accuracy. But she looked bored, as though her quota of cocks exceeded her meals.
"Can I sit down?" asked Tony. "This is making me weak in the knees."
"Lie down, side by side, that's it," she said, conducting us. "Now I can get at the two of you." She knelt down between us and while she was sucking one of us she was giving the other a hand job. The more she toyed with me the more I got the urge to fuck her. My hand came to rest on her ass and her deep flesh excited me greatly. She was so smooth and soft, why shouldn't I take what I wanted from her? While she was giving her all to Tony I moved around and took a good look at her rear. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been ambushed from behind. Tony looked content with her down on him. I shuffled into position and rested my cock against the split of her ass. Immediately she turned around and reminded me that it'd cost me another twenty. "You'll get it," I assured her, "but don't stop me now."
She bent over further so that her ass rose in the air and her knees parted to open up that desirable portion of her anatomy. Her black pussy stuck out like a furry purse and gave out the odor of violets and pure cunt. I ran one finger along it to find it was dry as a bone. The finger moved on to her asshole, tight and musky, yielding easily to my attempts to loosen it up. My cock throbbed all the more violently now that it was sure of its prospects. Her mouth kept making wet, slurping noises as she regaled Tony's dick with her finest. He wasn't coming quick enough for her. And while she was thus occupied I moved my knob into place and pressed down hard, watching as her sphincters stretched taut and suddenly swallowed my flushed flesh. With a grunt I shoved the rest of it up her smooth channel and then let her cheeks fall to, burying my cock once and for all. It felt better than I had imagined it would. My cock was trapped in a vise of flesh, warm, slightly moist, and the slightest movement of it brought the natural resistance of her ass to bear on me, erotic friction of the kind that can produce premature ejaculations.
I took it nice and easy, wanting to prolong my happiness for as long as the meter was running. Tony was showing signs of surrendering to her mouth. Surprisingly the girl put up with having a cock up her ass as if nothing was happening. Most women, no matter how much they'd been around, were at least polite enough to pretend it hurt. I started to fuck with more vigor, relishing the pressure and the view I was getting. That soft, full flesh quivered with every stroke, moving milkily before resuming its tight-assed shape. Her back stretched out before me, strong and lean, her broad shoulders flexing as her head moved up and down over Tony's dick. And I was up her like a rat up a drainpipe, flicking with glee and watching every aspect of the process.
Tony came. It would have been indecent for me to hold out. With a battery of sharp thrusts, pressing her cheeks together with both hands, I brought myself undone and pulled out with a sigh of satisfaction. Out of a sense of caution I gave my cock another bath in the disinfectant, dried myself and put my clothes on. Tony was dressing, too. The girl wiped her ass with a towel thoughtfully supplied by the management, and she looked at me to indicate it was time to pay. But before she asked me she picked up the money on the table. A quick check brought the truth to light.
"Hey, this is play money!" she exclaimed. "Don't be messing with me, man, give me the real stuff!"
"I'm afraid that's all we have." We were fully dressed now, ready for anything. The girl gave us a hateful look and made a rush for the window.
"Leroy! Come up here! These honkies are trying to fuck with me!" Then she turned back to us and grinned grimly: "Leroy's going to beat your ass for this. Don't you never try to beat him, he don't like it."
I hoped Tony knew what he was doing. He did "Get the girl and keep her mouth shut," he hissed. "Leave the rest to me." The girl tried to resist my rude advances but I wasn't interested in etiquette right then, not with Leroy and his nail file coming up the stairs. I held her from behind, hand over her mouth, arm about her throat in case she decided to bite. Tony grabbed hold of the chair and waited. Leroy came bursting in with his knife flashing. "All right, motherfuckers," was all he said. The next second the chair crashed down on his skull and laid him out flatter than a pancake. The whore struggled tremendously and there was only one way to deal with that. I turned her around and popped her one on the chin. She joined Leroy in the prostrate position.
"There, what did I tell you?" said Tony, coming up with a big wad from the pimp's pocket. "These guys always like to carry a big roll to impress their business associates. Let's go." We closed the door and walked casually down the stairs. The murderer at the desk asked if there had been trouble. "Oh no, it was all a matter of defining our terms," said Tony airily. "Everything's been settled amicably."
"Huh?" asked the murderer, but we were already out in the street. We kept a close grip on our anxiety all the way down the block but then we bolted. We ran for about a mile before we allowed ourselves to slow down. Tony hailed a cab and told him to take us to the opposite side of town. During the drive he counted the money. We'd scored close on five hundred dollars!
"I swear I'll never doubt you again," I told Tony. "You're the genius in this duo and I'll even put an ad in the Times to that effect if you want it made public."
"No need, let the evidence convince the populace," he replied. We went to a good restaurant for a big meal, then to a hotel where we happily paid in advance for a room for the night. "Tomorrow we will buy ourselves an outfit that'll knock out the eyes of those ladies of money. And then we won't have to worry about money again. We'll be on easy street, mark my words."
"I believe you, I believe you."
In the morning we checked out of the hotel and found a menswear store that specialized in all that was fashionable. Although we bought the stuff off the rack to save time, we paid out most of our ill-gotten gains and the rest went into bribing the tailor to do the alterations right away. We had a few bucks left, enough to sightsee a little and have a couple of good meals in case we wouldn't be able to get another one. But when we had paid the cover charge to the most in of places that evening we were down to fifty cents, not enough to buy us a drink.
We looked good, though. Sharp trousers that flared generously over expensive shoes, matching jackets, all in white, a wide-collared shirt that was open at the neck to let Tony's chest hair show. It was supposed to show mine, too, but I didn't have any. We had shaved and fixed our hair with spray so that we resembled minor movie stars or junior tycoons, and when we walked into the pulsing crowd at the disco all eyes turned to us. Since the place was close to Beverley Hills we could hear the fan-computers clicking over. Were we anyone? Maybe.
We, in our turn, were checking out the women. There were some older types dressed as teenagers. but in spite of our resolutions we tended to look more at the young stuff. How delicious they were in their see-through blouses and ass-hugging slacks, their tall platform shoes and lipsticked mouths, breasts bouncing and asses shaking to the throbbing music. We stood against the far wall and watched impassively. It was as though the girls were performing for us, sultans inspecting the harem's resources. The other men at the disco were dressed much the same as we were but they looked to be a pretty limp lot. Tony nudged me and we made our first move.
Two girls were dancing together, bumping each other absently while their eyes wandered through the crowd. Tony stepped in and abducted one of them, leaving me to take care of the other. She was a honey blonde, little, with big tits and a small ass and big eyes with fluttering lashes. "Oh, hi!" she squealed when I took over. "Wait a minute, aren't you... oh gosh, I'm not sure now, stars always look different in person... but are you?"
"No, certainly not," I said loudly, looking around as if afraid fans would mob me now that the secret was out.. The little girl gave me a conspiratorial look and pressed her body into mine so that she could muffle her little squeals. The best way to convince people is to state the truth in an untruthful way. And now that she knew I was somebody her body writhed into mine with such seductiveness that my cock caused an ugly bulge in my new suit. Her dance was just a means of showing off. She was a good deal shorter than I and she made sure of moving her shoulder so that her big tits were revealed to within a millimeter of her nipples. At the same time she pressed her hard pubic bone against my leg, letting my imagination fill in the surrounding detail. Her fluttering lashes fanned my face and her belly rubbed against my erection. This girl wanted to be balled by a star! I asked her if she was visiting L.A., and sure enough, she had just arrived from the Midwest.
It only remained for me to say something starrish, like how the movie was running behind the production schedule, and she was mine to do with as I pleased. I wanted to fuck her badly but I couldn't take her out of the disco because we didn't have the money to get back in. She writhed against me, her hands kept sliding over my cock, and there was an appeal in her eyes. How could I resist her? We happened to dance. close to the bathrooms, and on impulse I grabbed her by the band and dragged her into the Gents. A couple of guys stood at the trough but they took no notice. And one of the cubicles was vacant.
"Not here!" she whispered, frightened by my drastic behavior. "Can't you take me to your Malibu pad or wherever you live? I want it to be beautiful between us!"
"It will be." Both my hands went down into her blouse and lifted her heavy, firm tits out so I could admire them better. They stood up nicely, or rather curved down from her chest and then sudden curved up to point her nipples at the ceiling. She saw how much I appreciated her outsized append-ages, and pride overcame her reluctance. Probably she thought all stars were eccentric, a little crazy. Little did she know. I caressed her tits softly, working her into a dreamy state. Her hands undid my fly and managed to extricate my cock from its confines; and since she was so short she didn't have to bend down far to get her mouth to it.
For the first few minutes I let her have her way while I toyed with her tits. But from my angle I got a good look at her ass and that reminded me of all the bounties women have between their legs. Her mouth was doing a fine job but I pulled away and made her stand on the toilet seat so I could undress her. The taste of cock had taken her past all considerations of propriety. She had a wistful, happy look on her face and she obediently stepped out of her slacks and platforms. Now she was even shorter, hardly five feet, a little pocket-sized woman with all the equipment. In the next cubicle someone was letting off a chain of farts, the sound of dribbling piss, coughing, talking, all combined in the tiled acoustics of the bathroom, but it didn't interfere with what we were doing. She remained standing on the toilet seat, her legs apart so that her blonde pussy poked up at me, leaning back against the wall, the backs of her legs finding some support against the cistern. Her tits were well within reach but her pussy stared me in the face. My hands closed around her little buns and pulled her close to taste her vaginal fluids. She was sopping wet, crazy about her brush with fame. And I took full advantage of her.
I ate her out with a passion. She was so young, so new, everything about her was firm and smooth, her pussy hairs were like down, her juices tasted fresh like spring water flavored with olives, and her tits were resilient, springing back the moment I stopped squeezing them. She stood on the toilet seat, unaware that guys were peeking over the door to check her out and that they were relieving themselves left and right. Perhaps she was composing a letter to her girlfriend in Idaho -- who knew? All I knew was that her pussy was delicious, tight, rosy pink, and swamped.
I ate her till she sagged through her knees. Then, turning her around, I set her up so that she was on her knees, her arms resting on the cistern, and her ass poking out at me. What a sweet little ass it was. I thought of the whore's black ass, such an excess of flesh. This one was made with economy, the fast-back, just enough meat to shiver and squeeze but hardly enough to get lost in. Her cunt bulged all the more because of that, two thick lips that had been splayed by my tongue, dripping wet and showing so much pink that I couldn't resist plunging my cock into her. It was so pink that I was reminded of a baboon's red ass driving all the male baboons crazy. My cock dove inside and didn't stop pushing until I was right up her. The Idaho blonde cried out with excitement, forgetting that she was in a public place. It was quiet in the bathroom now but not because no one was present. They were, I could hear them breathing. But for the moment it didn't concern me who was watching. The blonde and I were playing wheelbarrows.
The blonde was leaning over the cistern, holding both her hands on top of her head to act as a buffer between her skull and the wall. With every driving thrust she lunged forward, squealing, moaning, loving every stroke of it as much as I did. Her pussy was remarkably tight, slippery elastic that barely fitted over my cock. I gave myself room to jiggle about in by pulling her cheeks apart and stretching her pussy with both thumbs. My cock rode in and out of her slick cunt, emerging briefly all the way to the tip of my knob only to plunge right back in, and when it went down it took her cunt lips down with it until her whole pussy seemed to be turning outside in. She was so little that a straight fuck titillated every part of her cunt. And if that wasn't enough for her I eased one of my thumbs against her asshole and started to press it into her.
"Oh noooo!" she cried, wriggling in a bid to get away from this intrusion. "No, don't." She tried to reach back and pull my hand away but then her skull made contact with the wall again. And as my thumb moved into her asshole she grew to like it better, especially in tandem with my cock. At last my whole thumb was up her and pressing against the thin dividing membrane through to my dick, both moving in and out together. The little blonde was going crazy. Her screams echoed through the still bathroom, she yelled obscenities and compliments, totally out of control. "YES, YES, OH YOU FUCKER, SHOVE IT INTO MY CUNT, AH AH AH AAAHHH, OOOHH FUCK ME HARDER PLAY WITH MY ASS, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" Under normal circumstances I would have been embarrassed for her but now it only spurred me on. I shoved my cock into her from all angles and shoved my thumb up her asshole with brutal force, leaving her to hold her position steady. She was faltering. With high-pitched cries she announced one orgasm after another, and each eruption threatened her self-control. At one point I thought she was going to fall into the bowl and slide down the sewer, she went so limp. But each time she rallied and steadied herself for more. I fucked until I couldn't stand up any longer, at which point I gave her all I had to give, strong bursts of sperm that filled her little cunt and then seeped out to dribble down her inner thighs.
"That was great," I told her, taking my cock out and wiping it on the toilet paper. Applause broke out around us. We looked up and found a dozen or more men peering over the door and walls of the cubicle, all of them a little wild-eyed and gazing at the blonde as though they wanted sloppy seconds, thirds, or fifteenths. I told her to get dressed and to come with me. We made it back to the dance floor without incident but we were too spent to dance for the moment. "Get us a drink, baby," I said, "and I'll find us a vacant table." She nodded and returned a minute later with two tall drinks. I looked around to see what Tony was doing. He was dancing with an older woman and feeding her a line that had her fascinated. At least he was working.
Over the drinks the blonde insisted on telling me her name was Candy. What else could it be? And she also demanded to know who I really was. "You mean you don't know?" I asked.
"I think I know, but I want to be sure."
"I'm Fatty Arbuckle. Come on, let's dance." I emptied my glass and took her into the pulsing crowd occupying all the available space between the tables. Candy clung to me to avoid getting swept away, and it was while her big tits and her warm body pressed into me that I was taken by an idea. The idea alone made me hard and when I put it to her the fright in her eyes made it imperative. It took a little doing but at last she took her platforms off and deposited them at our table, then returned to me at the dance floor in her bare feet. Without those clogs she was just the right height for what I had in mind. No one was watching, they were all too busy keeping up with the latest dance steps. Candy fumbled with my fly and took out my cock right in the centre of the floor and, bending just a little she took it between her lips and continued to dance with me.
This was a dream come true for me. Her arms were around my waist and her mouth swallowed most of my dick, and wherever I looked people were dancing and carrying on, unaware of the lovely feelings I was experiencing. Candy licked it nicely and sucked it deep in her mouth, hugging me tighter and tighter as her own excitement mounted. Vaguely I saw Tony whiz by with his new lady friend. He was doing his oily routine on her and she was lapping it up as eagerly as I was being lapped. The blonde hair toiled over my cock, bobbing up and down, her mouth clamping tightly over my skin, then relaxing so that her tongue could drag along the hard stem and lasso the knob. She was becoming very involved with my member. Her feet were on mine so she wouldn't have to think about that part of herself, and her arms had slipped down to my ass. People pressed into us from all angles but none thought it strange that a tall guy like me was dancing with a shy midget.
The music seemed to grow louder along with my passions. Candy was bringing the best out in me. Her mouth had a solid grip on my cock now and she was sucking as hard as she could, barely moving her lips about. She wanted to bring me undone through sheer force of suction, and I wanted to hold back a little. Suddenly she changed her tactic and started to face-fuck me, moving her head back and forth rapidly and pursing her lips tightly about my cock so that it felt as if a wet fist was beating me off. I enjoyed that but once again she changed her technique. She turned into the tease, just running the tip of her tongue along my meat and nuzzling into the slit of my glans. Back to sucking, face-fucking, teasing, switching before I had a chance to catch my breath; and then, against my will, she evoked a powerhouse orgasm that made me come to a dead stop. Every last bit of sperm hurtled out of my balls, up through the stalk and down her throat. When it was over we were on our knees, sweating and gasping, and everyone was trampling on us in the frenzy of their dancing.
We made it back to the table again and Candy decided to treat me to another drink. But while she was at the bar Tony came up to me and told me to follow him to the exit. I tried to tell him I had company but he said to forget everything and to do as he said. Obviously he had a good deal going so I headed for the exit. Outside stood a woman in her early forties, the one he'd been dancing with all night. She was well preserved, expensively dressed, her hair was ash blonde and her eyes a startling blue. She was deeply tanned but had made herself up to soften the outdoors look. From what I could make out of her body it looked good, a full bosom and a trim ass. But did she have money? That was the question. Tony came out of the bathroom and introduced us. Her name was Lara.
"Nice to meet you, Eric," she said. Her eyes wandered downward and rested in the vicinity of my crotch for a second. "We really must do something about that spot on your nice white pants, mustn't we? Lipstick is so hard to get out."
"What?" I looked down and saw a big red circle around my fly where Candy had rested her face. "My goodness, I wonder how that happened?"
"He must have been bad," said Tony. "I told you about him, he's always bad. Like me."
"Oooh!" Lara shivered. "Let's go home right away! It's so long since I've met truly bad boys!"