Chapter 1
It wasn't large as far as cocks went It wasn't large at all. Perhaps it was five inches long. Five inches of solid, blood-swollen flesh. The shaft was an inch and three quarters around, all white meat, topped with a darker, almost purplish head. It was circumcised, and because it lacked a foreskin was less sensitive than it might have been, but that was all to the good. It meant he would take a longer time to come.
Linda caressed it with her hands, watching the colorless liquid erupt from its tip and cascade down the shaft. She loved the slick feeling, rubbing it into the flesh. Her action caused the head to enlarge slightly, and more colorless liquid came bubbling forth, pouring after the lubricant she felt covering her hands.
God, she thought. Too bad they can't manufacture this stuff and sell it on the open market. It was great for the skin. She loved rubbing it into herself. A natural lubricant, it was far superior to all the balms, lotions, and creams sold by cosmetic firms. It was colorless, odorless, and tasteless. She'd swallowed the lubricant of scores of other cocks, and not one of them had left a bad taste in her mouth. And soon she would swallow the liquid coming from this cock, until it was followed by that other liquid, that white, creamy luscious flow the prick would unload in staccato bursts, firing it almost as fast as she'd be able to swallow.
But not yet. Not yet. First she wanted to study the cock, admire it, and make love to it. She wanted to rub it with her hands, press it to her cheek, and feel the turgid flesh swell even larger.
She studied the long vein winding its way around the shaft, and with the tips of her fingers felt the tube at the back of the prong, covered by layers of flesh, that would eventually carry the sperm geyser to her mouth. It was almost hidden, dormant for the moment, though the pecker itself was rampant and ready to go.
"You have a lovely cock," she whispered, pressing the tip of her turned-up nose against the bottom of the shaft where it was attached to his scrotum.
"I've come to bury Caesar, not to praise him," the short young man with the dark hair told her. His hair covered his ears.
"You'll do both," she whispered, looking straight along his flat, horizontal belly at his face. It was a young face with a large nose, partially camouflaged by a seedy mustache.
Linda wondered why he had ruined his looks with the scraggly-looking thing. It drooped more on the right than on the left, and took away from his looks. Not that he was that handsome, but he did have a personality, and the mustache seemed to take away from it.
The hell with his mustache, she thought. I came here to get fucked, and I'm not going to let that damn thing get in the way of my enjoyment.
Burying her face in his pelvic hair, she let her tongue slide out and touch him in the joint between his right thigh and his body. Her wet, squiggly tongue moved up and down in the crevice, and she received the reaction for which she had been looking. He jumped a bit, then settled back, opening his thigh to enjoy what she was doing all the more.
His hand reached out and grabbed the back of her right thigh. She had been on a ninety degree angle to him so it was no great trick for him to reach out and take hold of her. He let his palm caress the soft, yet firm roundness of that thigh. Moisture from her crack had already run down the thigh, and he seemed to get as much enjoyment from letting his fingers touch her lubricant as she did from touching his.
"It's been a long time," he heard her murmur, her face above his red balls, her lips blowing gently on the hairs covering them.
"I've been busy," he replied matter-of-factly, pulling her body around so he could get a better view of her cunt.
It was a nice, large pussy, topped with real blond hair. Yet, for all its size, Alan Kal knew it would be a tight box. He wanted to pole that slit, but like Linda, he wasn't quite ready.
His body was tense. Well, it figured. He was a private eye, and his business got him into a lot of tight situations, some of which took a lot of getting out of. He'd just finished a case, and he'd needed to relax. So he'd called Linda. Linda was a hundred-dollar-a-night call girl, but Alan Kal always got her for nothing. He had saved her face from being marked once, and Linda had continually shown her appreciation. She had canceled more than one all-night trick just to be with Kal. Not that he was such a great lover, though he was more than adequate, nor was he such a wonderful guy, but he was her continuing protection in a world where pimps and organized crime handled almost all the prostitution.
Kal was the sole reason why Linda could operate as an independent. He had an "in" with the local capo, who had ordered his men to look the other way when Linda turned a trick. She took very little away from the regular trade, especially since she only handled high class stuff. The capo was a close friend of Kal's. But Linda was the only one able to get away with it. All other independents were always brought into line.
Kal liked her ass. It was always smooth, almost like a soft plastic, with no pimples or discoloration. It was a nice ass, round, but not too big, and with a nice clean asshole. She douched her ass as well as her twat, both with a licorice-flavored douche so he could lap away when he felt like it. What he really liked was chewing on her ass right near her hole. The ass was at its least sensitive there, and he could bite without hurting her.
She had large, almost balloon-shaped tits, with big, light brown aureolae and large, equally light brown nipples. On her knees as she was, she let her boobies dangle down between Kal's thighs, one nipple touching each crevice so he could feel her tits on each side of his cock. It seemed to arouse him to even greater heights. She let her left breast press the cock, then swayed so her right breast slapped it. Back and forth she moved them, making his stiff rod beat against the both of them.
His pudendum seemed to pulsate to the rhythm of her slapping tits, swelling and shrinking, and secreting more and more of the precious lubrication Linda loved so much. He seemed to have a never-ending supply of the slippery fluid.
Kal pulled her crotch directly over his face and yanked her down by her ass cheeks. He felt her hot, steamy cunt cover his face and jammed his tongue between those fat labia. It slithered in and out, then came to rest on her clit. Using his lips as well, he sucked on her clit until it began to grow. His large nose slid between both pairs of lips into her box, pressing against it while his tongue and lips nibbled away at her "man in the boat." He could go on doing it for an almost endless period of time, breathing through his compressed lips.
He savored the licorice taste of her pussy, feeling his face become inundated with her juices. His lips pulled on the fully enlarged clit, making loud, sucking noises as he greedily drank her lubricious fluids. He could feel her downy hair rubbing against his chin, almost abrasive because it was so short and curly. His own mustache was partially in her twat, but he knew it had a tickling effect on her as her ass churned almost violently in a circular motion.
One thing Linda loved about Alan Kal was his sincere interest in making her come. Most men didn't give a damn. Whether she spent an hour with them or a whole night, all they cared about was how often and how well they came. Kal, for all his mediocrity as a lover, was sincerely interested in her matching him, come for come. What he didn't know was, she turned on very quickly, and actually had four or five satisfactory peaks for each one of his.
She squirmed all over his face, letting that bushy mustache tickle her twat again and again. One of her hands was cupping his pair of red balls while she had the forefinger of the other tickling his asshole. She kept the nail short on purpose. As she shoved the finger inside, she let her tongue caress his peckerhead. It triggered an instantaneous response. The prick secreted even more fluid, letting her gobble it up, roll it around on her tongue, and swallow it, while she felt his burning mouth suck even more furiously on her sensitive button. She was secreting so heavily, his face was being washed by her lubricant.
Now she let her tongue rim the purple cock head, then let it draw a salivary line down to the black, curly bush he sported. Up she went with the tip of her tongue, letting it twine itself around the staff, bringing it to its utmost rigidity. Every time he released more of his colorless fluid, her tongue snapped it up and into her mouth, where it slid down her gullet.
Linda felt Kal's fingers digging into her ass cheeks, forcing her down even further. His entire nose was in her hole, rubbing it over and over as his tongue, now pressed flat against her clit, licked furiously. Her first orgasm was approaching, and she let it slam into her with the force of a hurricane. Her knees no longer rested on either side of Kal's head, but had straightened out, letting her feet take the weight. She shivered and squeezed his face between her thighs, feeling the climax spread from her slot to her extremities.
She jammed her finger into his rectum up to the second knuckle, and as he leaped up from the bed, grabbed his cock with her lips, letting them slowly slide from the head to the base. Her other hand continued to gently stroke his red, tight balls. When he would have closed his own thighs about her head, Linda was ready, and used her elbows to keep them pried apart so she could continue pistoning her head around his dong.
Kal felt his body heave wildly, uncontrollably. She was good, really good, there was no doubt about it. It was one of the reasons why he had saved her from being attacked by the Family for peddling independently.
He fucked himself into her sucking mouth, trying to jam his cock down her throat, but it wasn't quite long enough. The tip barely made it to the back of her throat, and she hardly felt it at all.
Kal continued bucking, barely able to hear anything, the way her columnar thighs pressed against his ears. Now he let his nose come out of the delightful hole and substituted his tongue, making Linda react again by almost biting his cock. He took his hands away from her ass and pressed them on the back of her neck, forcing her to remain down on his prong, using her tongue against its bottom. He could feel her lips around the base and it drove him crazy.
Linda, feeling his hands on her neck, forcing her even farther down, began sucking avidly, as the feel of his prick head touching the back of her throat drove her into a frenzy. She gyrated back and forth on Kal's face, feeling his tongue dip into her asshole. It was as if someone was shooting wet bolts of electricity into said hole. Her thighs tightened even more, putting heavy pressure on the sides of Kal's face.
Kal felt that hot, boiling sensation somewhere deep inside, and rammed his body even higher, still holding onto Linda. He bounced up and down so quickly, had anyone been watching all they would have seen was a blur. His hot seed came gushing up like a volcano's lava, and erupted into the back of Linda's throat. Like a greedy animal Linda gulped, swallowing it down more quickly than he could shoot it. Her tongue tickled the base of his cock, urging the sperm up through the tube and into her mouth again and again. Wave after wave of come disappeared down her throat. Greedily she drank from his flesh pipe; the pipe that brought pleasant feelings and let her have pleasant dreams. Not just this particular pipe, but all pipes attached to men brought Linda pleasant dreams. It was almost as if swallowing the pearl-white seed of a man put her into her dream-like state. Pipe dreams, she called them, because they were caused by sucking on a human pipe.
Her mouth sucked, leechlike, draining every drop she could take from him. Her jaws seemed to draw even more of the life-containing semen from his body than he normally thought to surrender.
Kal lay there, letting her nurse at his cock like a baby avidly sucking sustenance from its mother's nipple. Her sucking sent him deeper into heat instead of relieving him, so he pulled her twat against his face again, letting his tongue roam all over her clit and then plunge into the thickly coated center of her cunt.
The cock began to enlarge again, getting bigger and bigger until it had attained its full five inches. It looked as bloated and as rampant as ever. Only this time it didn't want to ejaculate into a hole containing a tongue and teeth. This time it wanted to spit its contents into a fuck hole.
Kal lifted Linda's ass until her cunt was off his face, then he set her down and grabbing her by the hair, yanked her voracious mouth off his cock. The wild look in her eyes told him she wanted to suck some more. But he couldn't let her drain all his precious drops, orally. No, she had to take it in her pussy. That delightful, delicious, soft, steaming fuck box.
Flinging her back on the huge, circular bed, he threw all five feet five inches of himself on top of her, using his forearms to force her thighs well back. And with the gash beneath her blond fur facing almost straight up, he poked his prod between the soft, caressing lips, separating the labia minora as well, and rammed it up into her as far as it would go.
"Wow!" she yelled, feeling it slam into her, and that was all she said as he began to pound his tight balls against her ass, letting the pole slide in and out as if it were part of a trombone.
Using Kal's shoulders for leverage, Linda forced her ass to bounce on the bed, resembling a basketball with a split down the center. She shuddered to her second climax, feeling him dig his cock as deeply into her as it would go. Again and again it probed, only it wasn't exploring. It was "working her mine" for all it was worth, trying to take as much wealth from it as it could.
His mouth was on hers, his tongue exploring, touching each of her teeth in turn, running along her upper and lower gums, greedily trying to suck all her saliva. He chewed on her tongue, then gave up his own tongue, feeling her suck on it the way she had slobbered on his dick. It only made him hotter, causing him to speed up his fucking.
He forced his right hand down between them and probed for her tight little bung hole with his forefinger. Moistening the finger with the mixture of juices dripping down Linda's thighs, Kal shoved the finger into her and now it was her turn to speed up the fucking. She moved her ass so swiftly, had one put a walnut between her and the bed, her shuddering body would have smashed it a thousand times over.
Linda felt the next climax build and overpower her, and for a moment she lost all sense of time and space. All she knew was the pleasure filling every part of her body. Her body was so full, she felt sensation shooting from her fingers and toes. And this was all with a man she considered a mediocre lay. She wondered how it would feel with a man who really knew his business.
The girl's thrashing touched something in Kal's cock, and now he moved like an insane battering ram, plunging into the sopping-wet pussy with renewed vigor. Her large-lipped honeypot was now like a tight fist, grasping his schlong and squeezing and squeezing, until he thought he'd go completely out of his mind. The big one was coming, building at his center, higher and higher, until, with nowhere else to go, it spread through the rest of him, overpowering him as he erupted a second time, this time squirting into her velvet-lined hole.
The heat of his squirting sperm against the neck of her womb caused Linda to attain yet one more crisis. Her arms and legs wrapped themselves around Kal, squeezing him until his entire body had turned bright red.
They clung tightly to one another, holding onto each other as if for dear life itself. All Linda's anxieties and frustrations, built up by a male clientele inconsiderate of anyone other than itself, had now spent themselves in an eruptive conclusion brought about by a short man with a short, almost narrow cock. Alan Kal was a good friend in more ways than one.
For his part, Kal felt sated. He didn't believe in too much of a good thing. By not trying to force a third climax, Kal knew he would appreciate his next one all the more, when the time arrived.
Right now, all he wanted was sleep. He, too, had built up a series of frustrations, but these were more business frustrations than sexual frustrations, though he had relieved them in a sexual way. A good fuck relieved almost anything.
Pulling Linda up against him, Kal tugged the bedcovers over the both of them and lay there, feeling her balloon-like tits press against him. They felt comforting at this point rather than arousing. He needed to feel comfort.
His last case had been the following of a suspected adulteress whose husband, a very wealthy client, wanted to shed her. The man had the hots for a young girl, himself, and wanted to shed the wife without paying alimony. Unfortunately, the wife had not been playing around, but the girlfriend had, so the client hadn't paid nearly as much as he would have had the wife been the adultress.
Fuck 'em all, he thought, and turned over and went to sleep.