Chapter 6

The days dragged by and life with Barbara became more suffocating by the day. I couldn't relax for one moment. Music was played continuously, all day long, and we were alone only at night, after the last ballet dancer had been shoved out the door. I complained because I had to get up early the next day and go off to work.

Barbara would think she was rewarding me by offering her body but then I suppose my performance became so casual that she soon became disinterested. We would bed down, say good night and turn our faces in opposite directions. The next morning the alarm would go off, I'd make my own breakfast and leave. In the evening I'd return to find the characters there, dancing, humming to the classical music, talking, talking.

Sometimes to escape the antics of those freeloaders who wrecked my apartment and annoyed me with their behavior I would go to the bar situated on the corner of our street. It was a dark place, always discreetly lighted, where couples sat in booths and talked softly. It was never filled with customers and, what was important, no one bothered you.

One evening two men, business types, youngish, say thirty-five, dressed conservatively, stood near me chatting. I was hunched over the bar, my behind barely parked on the stool, both hands laced around a double Scotch. How in hell was I going to get out of this setup with Barbara, I wondered. How?

One of the men accidentally bumped into me and apologized. I told him to forget it and went on staring into my drink.

"What's the matter, you don't like parties?"

"Huh?" I was far off, in some other world.

"We live next door to you," the man went on. "And we've seen the constant parade of characters leaping and dancing in and out of your place."

"Ohh! My wife's colleagues. Ballet dancers," I sneered. "Eat my food, drink my liquor, take up space."

They laughed and made a joke out of it. We started to talk and both admitted to being married, twice. "It's not for us, not for either of us."

At first I wondered if they were queer, sharing a flat, but both, while pleasant-faced and always smiling, seemed hard. Introductions were made and I learned they were Jack and Alan. Cousins, from the West Coast.

"California, mainly."

"Uh huh." I said as if it was nice to know.

They invited me up to their place to continue the drinking. I followed and as the three of us left the elevator to walk down the hall in the direction of our apartments I heard the noise blasting out of my flat.

"The party never ends," said Alan.

"Some beautiful girls swinging their asses in there all the time," said Jack. "You lay many of them?" : '

"With my wife always on the scene? Never happens."

Their apartment was furnished with antiques, old English stuff mostly, good carpets, a series of water colors instead of oils on the walls, few books though many magazines, a filled liquor cabinet and a monstrous color television set. The latter was standard anyway, in most New York apartments.

Their business kept them out of town most of the time, they said. Since they wished to know how I earned my money I gave it to them.

"A scandal rag! You write that shit!" They both died from laughter.

When I told them I was also a temporary office worker that brought on an even bigger laugh. Their laughing only added to my misery. I found nothing funny in my situation.

A few hours later with quite a bit of their liquor under my belt we shook hands and I left.

A few days passed with me hustling between jobs, rushing, getting caught in the rain, appearing for work looking like a drowned rat. I visited Jack and Alan and complained bitterly.

"Your wife Barbara is a sweet-looking chick."

"Yeah," said the other, "lovely face and that body! Slender but curves in all the right places. Man!"

"To employ a cliche," said I, "sex is not everything. And she's not giving me much of that lately either."

The two men exchanged looks. Finally one said: "We'll have our own party, fellow, and invite you in. How about it?"

"Any time. Just rap on the door or else catch me in the bar downstairs."

An agreement was made and I thought nothing more about it. Before leaving I asked to use their toilet. The bathroom was spotless, scrubbed clean. However, their soiled linen, piled in a wicker hamper, bulged up high. As I stood over the toilet bowl taking a leak I nonchalantly reached down to push the dirty shirts and sheets lower. It was none of my business actually, just impulse. My fingers encountered something hard, something metallic.

A pistol!

Stunned, I uncovered it and with my mouth hanging open saw it to be one of the world's most powerful handguns, a .357 Magnum Smith & Wesson revolver. If a bullet from that baby hit you it kept on going, right through your body!

What were these guys, Jack and Alan? Bodyguards? Private detectives? Gangsters?

I left the bathroom feeling more than a little strange. But I put on a good face as I said good-bye. That night in bed Barbara was in the mood for loving. I lay on my side, thinking about those lads, remembering that they kept weird hours, sometimes leaving late at night or quite early in the morning. They kept a car in the garage across the street, a Dodge Challenger, but seldom used it.

"Frankie!" Barbara started to run her hand down my arm. "No, baby."

"Oh, come." She put her nose in my hair and opened her warm mouth on the back of my neck.

Even as I started to get hard my mind contained questions concerning these two lads next door. Professional killers maybe.

Barbara's arm slid around my waist and dropped lower to clutch my manhood. Voluptuous sighs escaped her throat and her breasts firmly planted against my back were tightening, the tips getting harder.

At length she exerted strength, forcing me on my back and climbed on top of me. She kissed me hard, exploring the inside of my mouth. My penis was now an upright column, a concrete monument between her slender thighs. She was hot this evening, don't ask me why, but I felt the juice dripping out of her slot to slide down my rod.

She asked for a bit of cooperation, then finally became demanding. "Damn it, are you my husband or not? You think this is a sin? We are married!"

I had to raise up a little while she guided me between the already parted lips into the heat of her hole. There was a burning sensation, especially around the tip of my penis, and then wetness as the vaginal lips closed around the hilt.

Her small, rounded ass moved up and down slowly and a delightful thrill overtook me. I looked up into her pretty face and saw that she was shuddering with passion, her breath coming raggedly while her eyes were closed.

Fires blazed throughout her slender, round-breasted body as she groaned and worked, the grinding action of her ass never ceasing. With every one of my upward jolts she let out a cry.

I held one arm about her neck, keeping her bosom firmly pasted to my chest, the other hand held her ass cheeks, keeping it from jerking up too high. Passion caught her and her breath was a series of hisses.

Now she rose and fell harder, smashing her belly against mine. Her vagina, so tight before, became loose, bigger, and she howled as the orgasm occurred. Her ass went on gyrating through every phase of the climax and then she moaned like a hurt puppy and fell limp. The big vagina shrank, tightening, the walls closing, the lips locking.

"Uh, uh, uh!"

A good one for Barbara but I was still thinking about the gun-carrying lads who were my new acquaintances. A strange situation indeed, me with my pole shoved up into this wet sheath and occupying my mind with other matters. No, Frankie, do your duty. I began to screw Barbara as a man should.

When I withdrew she whined out, "noooo!"

"Wait! I want to get on top of you."

"Oh!"

Her strong, slender body had melted and all the hard young muscles relaxed. She was pliable, like soft rubber, mine to do with as I wished. Her eyes opened, and a pleased smile went around her shapely lips. The fragrance of her loins floated about us like a musky cloud.

Raw lust had me now and all thoughts of the two men vanished. As I knelt between Barbara's outstretched legs my penis stood out like an arrow from my loins. She elevated herself, digging her heels into the bed, the thin lips of her privates parting, the wet pubic hairs making a crinkling noise.

Wham! I speared in, sticking it in, all the way in with a hammering blow. Barbara winced; the swiftness of the act registered on her youthful face but already she was in action, tossing her buttocks all around.

This time it was wonderful, if maddening, with us two wild beasts engaged in sexual battle. Her lean thighs closed about me as I rose and fell. But my bar was in there, ripping, tearing, plunging, making her howl like a lone wolf out on the barren plains of the wild west.

"Yes, yes, my man, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Barbara's legs wrapped tight about my waist. Her fingers went into my hair, bringing my face down. Her mouth met mine and her body met my thrusts, rising up as I came down.

The lining of her vagina was wrapped tightly about my plundering penis, bringing me to the far distant shores of hot ecstasy. Rhythmically in and out I went shooting lightning-like pleasure into her.

My young girl screamed and shouted that my penis had gone crazy, was thumping too hard within her. She was now insane, a wild creature, rearing up to meet all downward strokes and climaxing.

Her insides were loaded with gasoline and my prick was a lighter. Boom! There was the explosion and flames. I had to put out that fire, and swiftly too. A shock ran along the base of my spine and I doused her with my creamy seed. "Aggghhhhh!"

"Come, come, keep on coming!"

I squirted like all hell, pouring my thick spunk into that blazing hole. Yet this girl, all hardness and muscle now still continued to ram herself up, moving in unison with my final strokes.

"There, there, there I have you!" Barbara used her wicked ass and loins to drain every last drop from my whang dang. She sighed and gasped while her water flowed but I kept on shooting into her until I imagined I would faint

"Do you love me, Frankie?"

"You know I do."

"This fuck just now isn't sufficient proof." "Then God, what in hell is? I work hard for you, don't I?"

"Sometimes you're a no-good son of a bitch, Frankie."

Christ she just popped off like a traffic light, got herself all fucked out and now she was berating me, carrying on like a screaming wife. What in hell was this?

"Barbara, look, why talk about this now? I am happy, you are happy. So let's say good night and get to sleep."

"A lay, a legal lay, that's all I am."

"Ahhh, baby."

"You take no interest in my art." "Your art?"

"My dancing, you bastard!" "It's late, Barbara, please."

"And what's with you and those two pigs next door?"

"Friendly guys, that's all."

"One of the boys here," she named a colleague, a homosexual dancer, "he says that they are stick-up men. He was in a supermarket last week up in the Bronx when two men entered and forced the manager to open the safe."

"And?"

"They resembled those two next door."

"Oh, come on, your queer friends have overworked imaginations."

We argued some more until she finally went to sleep.

The following evening Jack and Alan invited me to a party. I dressed, told Barbara some lie and sneaked next door. It started out small, just the three of us and then in came three tall, slim girls, all bleached blondes but looking like photo models. I was introduced, the drinking started, music was played and more people came. Within one hour the apartment was packed with about forty visitors.

Three or four stiff drinks loosened me and I found myself enjoying the conversation, making jokes and dancing. The party went on and on. Some people got sick and heaved in the bathroom, others passed out.

Soon, I lost track of all the girls I chatted with, but one of the model types, a blonde who was taller than I and well-curved, showed an interest in me. It turned out that her name was Victoria and she was from the west, Omaha, Nebraska.

"And you are a model, eh?" I asked. "Are you kidding?"

"Well...you look like one, you walk like one." I was sitting in an armchair, holding a drink while she sat nearby. She rose, smoothed her silk dress over the plump ass and plopped down on my lap. She leaned forward and the thick, mass of her silky but unnatural blonde hair came over her face, hiding all but her nose and mouth. She whispered into my ear: "I'm a devil."

Of course, her lips caused the usual chills to race up and down my back. Worse, her buttocks, pressing into my lap separated, one cheek going this way, the other in another direction. The penis sleeping comfortably in. my trousers woke up and became active.

"Oh, are you a party girl?"

"Sort of." She pasted her mouth to mine and gave me a hot and professional kiss.

I broke for air. "Wow!"

"You're cute." She mussed up my hair.

"Thanks, and you're beautiful."

"I know that. I hear it all the time. Tell me something else, something original."

I thought. "Well, you've got a good ass."

"like it, do you." Her smile got larger and her eyes, a sort of black-brown, shone from merriment

She way beautiful. Good cheekbones, a sculptured nose and mouth, perfect chin and those eyes that were set so wide apart. The sort of a face you could look into forever. But it was her ass, burrowing into my lap, that was the topic of discussion. She employed certain muscles, making the cheeks twist together or separately.

"Hey?"

"How is that?"

"Not doing me too much good, I must say."

Jack and Alan, in between taking care of the needs of their guests, would attend to the tape recorder, open up new bottles of liquor or go into the kitchen to bring out fresh cuts of meat and cheeses. They lighted cigarettes, offered cigars to those wishing them and saw to it that everyone had a good time.

For a moment I watched them, taking in the hardness of their faces, the carefully combed brown hair, the muscles rippling beneath their well-tailored suits. Behave like twins, I thought, moving in the same way, athletically, well-timed, their smiles fixed.

They noticed me and came over, Jack speaking first "Ahh, I see you've made the aquaintance of little Victoria."

"She's not so little."

"Victoria is always on a diet," smiled Alan.

"I have to be," she said, "no one--likes fat girls." She took a deep breath, throwing her breasts up high. "That's where the fat should go but instead it goes to that section parked on this nice boy's instrument."

Ahh, so she was aware of my erection. Good.

"Frankie is a very special friend of ours," said Alan in very even tones. "Isn't he, Jack?"

Jack agreed. "A good friend."

I noticed that when these boys smiled their eyes, small, narrow, remained hard.

Victoria sighed and stood up, tall, slender, all curves and roundness with legs half the length of her body and that rippling ass. "In that case let's take care of him. He knows what I am so now let us see what he is."

I remained in the armchair, my mouth hanging open, completely perplexed. She reached down to grab my hand, telling me to come on, little boy. Reluctantly I got up, looking into the faces of the two hosts. "But...here, in this apartment?" Jack shrugged. "You can't use yours, not with that ballet group hopping around like rabbits."

"Two beds are in there," stated Alan. "Use one of them. Go on."

When we reached the bedroom Victoria kicked off her shoes, removed her earrings, rolled down her stockings and pulled off her expensive dress. She wore only white silk panties, nothing else and what was more she was swift, professionally swift. I had barely closed the door and gone at my necktie when she was naked.

"Come, Frankie, darling, we haven't all night. I want to get back to the party."

Stripped bare, I rushed into this blonde dream's arms. She embraced me, laughing and pressed her slender thighs and flat belly against me, moving back, arching so that her full globes went flying up like suddenly released balloons.

She was tall enough to be screwed standing without any difficulties. The head of my instrument was pinched and sucked in between the vaginal lips, easily, without any preparations. While I recovered from this sudden surprise Victoria exerted a tremendous suction and pulled my entire length up into her.

"Jesus, sweetheart, there is nothing slow about you." "Mmmmm!" She kissed me swiftly, breathing into my mouth. "The boys ordered me to treat you right, didn't they?" She writhed her ball-shaped ass, dug her fingernails into my back and moved, milking my penis with her well-trained vagina.

She was tight but powerful, as the muscles in her quim tightened and contracted and loosened. As I slammed against her, Victoria arched spasmodically and raised one leg high to lock around my thigh. I palmed her writhing ass and plowed her business out.

"Hey!" Surprise showed on her beautiful face. "You got me hot!"

"Shouldn't I have?" I tore in and out non-stop, letting her know that that was the general idea, getting her hot

"But..." she cried out and held me tight. "You...you don't understand...I am excited...ohhh, God help me." She pumped her ass at me. "Please."

I kissed her, biting her lower lip and shoved what I had big and hard into the socket. Her hair had loosened, and the wealth of it, long and shining blonde, was thrown about. Her long, slender body twisted sinuously as the well-constructed ass I captured performed a rhumba.

"Yeeeee!" Her brown eyes bugged from her head. "I'm coming!"

My desire, the full, curving and hard length of it was a hot pulsing hose in her soft pinkness. With my mouth set in a hard line I went up, up, standing on my toes to pour everything into this slim, twisting and slightly crazy blonde.

She wriggled like a fish caught in a net so rapidly that I was unable to match her activity. Words poured out of the beautiful mouth I had just kissed. "Oohhh, darling, darling, what an explosion! Shit! Piss! Fart! I'm coming!"

Her ass was jerking furiously and she bent her back as her joys gushed forth, washing my sword, and she slammed at me with her revolving belly and tried to crush me with her hard thighs.

She had to pause a bit after that, and lie down. I half-carried, half-dragged her to the bed. She babbled on. "Oohh, what a pleasure...ohhh, shit, that was a come! Piss, piss, I farted my brains out as I exploded...ooohhh."

I was concerned with her breasts, those two melon-shaped boobs with their strawberry tips. I licked and bit and kissed, becoming more eager. Her passions, never slumbering, soared high again and her ass started to twist.

"Can...you...again?"

"Sure! I didn't come yet."

"But I did...ohhh, God!"

She parted her thighs and brought her legs up and I stuffed my instrument deep in her snatch, pushing until her blazing lips came against my pubic hairs. I rested a second in all that bubbling warmth. Then I started my steady thrusts.

"Eeeeoooohhh...yes, yes, yes!" Victoria's long legs were jerking and her ass rotated in abandon.

I was perfectly calm, able to enjoy the session, but she was headed for the lunatic asylum. She bubbled with hot rapture when I sent the tip of my tongue around the edge of her ear.

"Ohhh, God, no, don't do that!"

I kissed her throat, sank my teeth into her rounded chin and palmed her breasts, separating them, widening the deep crevice. She was surging all over the bed like a liquid woman, the coming climax causing her to shout. She had a grenade inside her and it exploded.

"Aiiiieeeeee!"

She was a tall girl of speed and fury, accelerating at a terrific pitch under me, flowing and shaking her head violently from side to side. I felt her ankles locking around, the small of my back while her body thrashed in a furious tantrum.

My penis was imbedded in her like a stick in freshly poured concrete. It was there to stay despite her numerous climaxes. My control was at its peak and I could not come unless I let myself go. She began to cry, actually leak tears.

"I better stop, this is hurting you."

"Noooo...I don't give a fucking damn if it kills me, man. Hammer away!"

Who knows when I came, maybe sometime in the early morning when the party was over. Victoria was no longer in the game. She had climaxed well over twenty times and simply dropped out, lying there with her tired legs and arms outstretched, her body no longer moving.

When I ejaculated into her she only murmured, not saying one word as I filled her quim with my cream. I lay atop her, gasping, waiting until my tool shrank to normal size and fell out Then I rolled over on my side and slept.

Sometime later, one of them, Jack or Alan rested a hand on my shoulder. My eyes opened. "If you want to stay here you can, you know."

"No, no," I raised my head, thinking Barbara would raise hell if she found the bed empty. "I better get back to my apartment."

Victoria, looking groggy, got up, swung her legs over the side of the bed and hung her head, her blonde hair sliding forward. "Man, what a turn! This guy, this Frankie here, what he did to me!"

We were left alone. I smiled at her but she saw nothing humorous in the situation. A man screwing her almost to the grave was no joke. We dressed in silence and then, with her breasts heaving and her eyes closed and her mouth looking terribly dry Victoria held out her hand.

"Pay me."

"What?"

"I said pay me, man. Put some dollars into my hand. That wasn't for laughs, you know."

"Hey! Wait a minute, what the fuck are you, a call girl?"

"Well, what in hell do you think I am, a model? Maybe you think I'm some stupid typist or waitress who lets herself get banged for fun. Man, that's my living and I just worked for my pay so hand it over."

I was staggered, I looked about thinking Jack or Alan would be there to be questioned. But the door was closed and I was alone with Victoria the call girl in this bedroom.

"But hell, I didn't expect.. . "

"All right, so it came a surprise. Your making me come so often came as a surprise too because it never happens. Good, we were both surprised and now we are even. Cough up, man, two hundred dollars." "Two hundred!"

"That's what the tall, blonde and beautiful girl said, man. Two hundred. Not two, or twenty-two but two hundred."

"I had a fast forty in my wallet last time I looked."

Victoria shook her head. "Look again, sonny and find another one hundred sixty to go with it. Two bills, buster!"

I told her to wait a minute and went looking for the boys. I explained the situation to them. Jack returned with me to the bedroom, ignored Victoria, opened a drawer that was filled with money and peeled two one hundred dollar notes from the top. "Here."

Victoria put it away. "Thanks."

He clapped me on the shoulder. "Forget it, you didn't know, so what the hell."

I was still in a daze. "Gee, I just didn't know she was a call girl, otherwise...listen, I'll pay you back as soon as I can."

"No, forget it. You hustle too hard to make ends meet. You get paid pennies and we know you lead a pretty rotten life. Here!"

Jack, that wonderful man, a true prince, put his hands again into the pile of money and counted out five hundred dollars. I was reluctant to take it so he shoved it into my pocket.

"But why?"

"Because you're okay, that's why. Go spend it on yourself but don't let that bitch you're married to know about it"

"Boy!" Victoria twisted her mouth. "I get two lousy hundred for moving my ass like a machine and he gets five for enjoying the screw."

"Shut up, you tramp!" Jack snarled. "You had one orgasm after another. Think we all didn't hear you out there? I invited you to entertain the guests, not charge them. Get out!"

Victoria's face flamed but she passed between us and out the door without saying one word. I was embarrassed but still a little elated.

"Jack, it has been a great party!"

Again, he clapped me on the shoulder. "Go home now and get some rest."