Chapter 7
"Hello, Mr. Porter? This is Gena." Terry and Amy sat by the phone and nodded encouragingly. "Yes, that's right, and since you said to keep in touch I thought I'd call and tell you that two of my friends and I are now able to receive...er, gentlemen callers." Mr. Porter took my meaning right away and asked for the number at which he could reach us.
"Very good," he said, "perhaps I'll use this number as a new incentive program for the executive staff. Could you give me an idea of the rates?"
"Well...this was the hard part for me. "Singly it's two hundred for the evening or night, everything included, and for the three-girl fantasy package it's five hundred. Of course there is a separate schedule for the busy executive, lunch-time rates and so forth, do you want that, too?"
"No, no, that's not important. Thank you very much, Gena, I appreciate this tremendously."
"Well, what did he say?" asked my friends.
"He sounded very enthusiastic and said something about an incentive program," I told them.
"Excellent. Now all we have to do is place a few ads and get some cards printed up, very discreet and high class so we don't get bums on our doorstep." Terry had it all figured out. She had contacted her former customers, Amy had spread the word among people she knew, and now all we had to do was wait for the phone to start ringing. We had sunk the last of our savings into a message recorder, the apartment was suitably sexy, and I had great big butterflies swarming about in my stomach.
"All we need is money for ads and cards," said Amy. "We can do them now, but that would mean not eating until we earn some money. Does anyone here want to make that choice?"
"Oh dear," said Terry, but just then the phone rang and this time it was Jack who came to our rescue.
"Come right over," he said excitedly. "And bring any other girls you want. I've got a producer who wants to look you over."
"Wait a minute." I passed this information on to the others and Amy wanted to go right over. But Terry wanted to know more details. She took the phone and began asking questions. How much were we going to be paid? What were the guarantees? How much time was involved? And did the producer have it in mind to sample the merchandise?
"I see," she said coldly. "A hundred bucks for several days' work if we're lucky and your .man wants to get laid for free. Tell him we're worth two hundred singly and five hundred for the trio. And our lowest charge is fifty for a blow job." She put the receiver down on the cradle and said to us: "There are a lot of guys in this world who are just out to get laid for nothing and they'll do anything to make you do it for them. We have to steer clear of ass-holes like that."
"But the money would have been enough to buy us advertising!" Amy protested. "I think that we should make money whenever it's offered to us."
"You have to have confidence in yourself. Several dozen people now know that we're here. If one of them shows up well have made more money than that guy was offering. And do you know how hard it is to get paid in the movie business?"
"For that matter, how can we be sure of getting our money here?" said Amy sulkily.
I'll show you." With dazzling speed Terry performed a whole series of karate movements and finished it off with a turnabout kick that would have caught most men at the level of their balls.
"Okay, you're the boss." Amy smiled now and took Terry's hand to squeeze it affectionately. I seconded that. It was the big time or nothing now. We celebrated the decision by shopping for a lot of the best groceries and wines and blowing the last of our dollars, and that evening we dined by candlelight and soft music, a mute phone, and drank wine until we became so horny that we couldn't stand it any longer. If the men weren't going to appreciate us we would appreciate each other. As one we rose from the table, folded our napkins and retired to Terry's room where the big bed stood waiting just for us.
By the dim light we undressed each other and reclined along the cool sheets. The windows were open to admit the night's breeze, music filtered through from the living room, and we felt so mellow that we could hardly make the effort to caress each other. Our bodies just lolled against each other at first, skin against skin, reveling in our togetherness, kissing a little and maneuvering so our breasts squashed together and buns met with yielding bumps.
Terry worked her way around so that we were lying side by side and she was down below with her head between our hips. Her lips brushed along our outer thighs, her tongue trailed wetly along our skin, and her hands skimmed over our bellies ever so lightly. Amy and I turned slightly so that we were able to embrace and kiss long and lovingly, tongues entwined, but we were far from excluding Terry. Kissing was a holding action; we both knew she would soon have us at her mercy. Already she was lifting my right leg and Amy's left, higher, higher, crossing them and forcing us to lay nearer together until our cunts almost met in a sticky kiss. Now her face moved into the breach and her lips slithered along our taut buns to one pussy, then to the other, kissing lightly enough to make us feel it but not heavily enough to satisfy anything. She only provoked our passion and she did it so deftly that we could hardly lay still for her. Shaking, grabbing at each other, we proffered our cunts up to Terry and silently begged her to do more to them. But she took her time, teasing, us and evoking wild tingly impulses in our loins, digging her tongue in deep for a split-second and withdrawing just before we could enjoy it.
"Terry, please, don't tease!" Amy moaned. "Eat me good, I need it so badly! Oh yes, I love it when you do that!" Terry gave in to her plea and spent the next minute eating my friend out with gusto. That was all right for her but what about me? The night breeze entered my body through my open hole and stirred me up mightily.
"What about me?" I complained. "Please do it to me, Terry, I can't wait any longer!" She brought her face over to my crotch and dug in just as enthusiastically. Tongue and teeth combined to sting my pussy into demanding more, her fingers slid in and out to give it just that, and she made my clitoris burn like a critical mass. I stretched luxuriously and abandoned myself to her blandishments, so happy to be loved this way. But it was Amy's turn again. To keep me on the bod Terry stuck a long finger into my runny hole and moved it in and out very slowly. The noises of impassioned sucking from next door added to that gentle erotic sensation, and I was more than content to lay there while she made a meal out of Amy.
Minutes ticked by, minutes of mellow bliss and long, languorous climaxes. Amy and I went down on Terry when her jaw muscles began to ache, the two of us sharing the deliriously tart fluids that flowed so generously from her little cunt. Our tongues slithered about in there, circling about her clit, descending to her ass-hole or veering off to her smooth thighs and belly. I was so absorbed that the phone's insistent ringing didn't register with me, but when Terry picked it up I pricked up my ears. "Yes," she said huskily, "yes, fifty each, right," and then she gave out our address. She put the phone down and began to moan softly as though, nothing had happened. I wanted to find out what was going on but the temptation of her tasty pussy was too much for me. Amy and I continued to lick her, kissing each other in between to share the bounty of Terry's fluids, fingering her and descending on her clitoris until her moans turned to shrill cries which in turn eventually smoothed out into a long, ecstatic wail
"That was wonderful," she said, sitting up and depriving us of our pleasure. "But now we have to get ready. Jack and his moocher friend are coming over to get blown."
"And they're going to pay?" I couldn't believe it. Jack knew so many girls that he could surely get a blow job together without paying out fifty bucks for it.
"I don't understand it either but they said they would pay." We put on negligees and sexy panties, straightened up the bed and lounged about in the living room to relax for the arrival of our customers. I was still puzzled but my nerves cut short my speculation. Could the three of us combine our talents in the presence of men? Amy and Terry didn't seem to like men at all, and I couldn't afford to be too friendly with them in the company of my two friends. When the doorbell rang Amy and I started up out of our chairs, shocked and a little pale, but Terry told us to relax and she opened the door.
"Hi, girls," said Jack. He looked strange without a camera on his shoulder. "This is my buddy Ned, a big producer, has great credits, and he was so curious about you girls that he said he'd put up the money just to see you all perform."
"That's very flattering," said Terry, holding out her hand to take the money. Ned shook her hand instead and came right in to get a good look. His eyes were blue and cold, his long unruly hair and beard hardly hid the calculating businessman, he was a money man in hippie's clothing. "Excuse me," said Terry, going over to him, "but why not get the unpleasant side of this transaction over with now? Then well all be able to concentrate on what you're here for."
"You pay first in cheap restaurants," said Neil, his eyes on my tits, "but in good restaurants you pay when it's all over-and you tip big if it's been good eating."
"Hey, come on, you know me!" said Jack. He was very interested in Terry but hardly looked at Amy or me. Obviously we were old news to him. "I'll vouch for this man, he's a great guy, never renegs, great guy!" I watched Terry struggle to keep her smiling, easy going facade. She wanted to kill them with her deadly feet, but instead she nodded and said Ned had a point.
"Damn right and I wish this lady would take care of it for me," Ned said. His eyes were on mine and I shivered slightly. He had a good body and he was far from ugly, but there was something cruel and hard about him. He stood close by, right in front of where I was sitting, and his hands were on his hips. "How about it, baby?"
"Looks like you sit this one out, Amy," said Terry, who had Jack's number by now. "Why don't you go read a book in the other room?"
"Oh yeah, sure," said Amy.
"She can stay, it's cool," said Neil. "I don't mind women watching." But Amy left the room and now we were alone with our first customers. I could see that Neil wasn't about to open his pants up for me, so I had to come closer to him and do it myself. To do it comfortably I had to slip off the couch and onto my knees. "Yeah, that's the way!" said Neil under his breath. "Attaway, baby, go to it!" I undid his belt and the catch on his faded jeans, caressing his hairy belly for a minute before undoing the zipper, and I thought I was doing very well. But then he reached into his pocket for cigarettes and a light, lit up, and stood there smoking as if he was waiting for the bus or something! I looked over at Terry and found that she was keeping an eye on me. She nodded encouragingly and I undid the zipper the rest of the way and pulled his pants down over his hips. Bushy hair and the smell of sweat came at me. His cock was big but limp. His belly was too round and too white, but I blocked that from my mind. Instead I focused in on his dick, dark brown and veined with the flushed knob at the end looking all the tastier by comparison.
I took his dick in my hand with a little shudder and lifted it so that the knob touched my lips. This was a big moment for me, but Neil couldn't know that. He flicked the ashes off his cigarette and some landed on my negligee.
"Sorry, baby," he said, brushing the ashes off. "Hey, why don't you take that thing off and show me your big lovely boobs, huh? I'd like that a lot."
"Yes, sure," I said, and I looked at his cigarette poised right above me. "But could you keep that away from me?"
"I'll be careful." But he didn't move the cigarette. I slipped out of the negligee and expected him to tell me to take off my panties. Ned didn't seem to care about what was below my tits. He said some complimentary things about the size and shape of my breasts before returning his attention to his cigarette and the smoke spiraling from it. And I went back to caressing his cock, tasting it gingerly, doing my best to control my trembling. Now that I had a cock all of my own I wanted to make the moment count for something. I concentrated on the texture of his rubbery knob, the taste and smell of his thick shaft, the feeling of coarse pubic hair against my face, and the weight of his balls, losing myself in that small part of him to the extent of forgetting my fear of him. Some hot ashes served to remind me.
"Ouch!" I jumped up and brushed the sparks off my shoulder. "Why do you have to smoke? How can I get into what I'm doing?"
"Get back down!" he said. His blue eyes blazed with anger. "You stupid bitch, can't you take a little bit of pain? Go on, suck my dick! Take it all the way down your goddamn throat, right now!" I hoped Terry would leap into the fray now but she didn't. Apparently she regarded this as part of the job. So I sank back down on my knees, only to find that his cock was fully erect all of a sudden. "That's it, you slut!" he hissed, "eat it, take my dick into your mouth and suck on it till my sperm comes out and fills your face! That's all you're good for, to suck my cock!"
Tears filled my eyes but I took his knob between my lips, opening as wide as I could to accommodate him, and bit by bit more of his cock rode into my mouth. Neil assisted the process by slowly moving his hips back and forth, and I thought how wonderful it would be if he would only put his cock between my legs. Still, I had to make the best of what I was getting, and it was a very pleasant sensation to hold his throbbing manhood between my lips. It felt so strong and warm, so hard and yet so smooth, that I wanted to take all of it in just as he had said, right down my throat. But that wasn't so easy. When he pushed a little too hard and his cock shoved deeper than expected I had to gag violently. Neil called me a stupid bitch but he withdrew far enough to let me catch my breath.
I was learning to blow on the job. My hands clung to the backs of his hairy, muscular thighs, my nipples rubbed against the rough hair of his legs, and my lips pursed around the shaft of his cock as my face moved slowly against the pulsing motion of his loins. More of his cock moved down into my mouth with every beat, a millimeter at a time, and the more he aroused me the more cock I could put away. Now his glans bumped into the back of my palate without causing me the slightest discomfort
"Lick my balls!" he said suddenly and impatiently. "What the hell is this, a dead mouth?"
I looked up at him and found his nasty blue eyes staring down at me like I was a heap of shit Again the urge to cry came over me but I fought it back and did as he ordered. My mouth drew back and came down on his low-slung ball bag to lick it and suck on it gently, but that wasn't enough for him. I had to take his ball bag into my mouth and suck on it hard so his balls blocked my throat and I had to breathe noisily through my nose to stay alive. His big dick throbbed overhead, tempting me and threatening me. And his hands came down off his hips to push my head ever further in between his legs, right into a smelly, hairy patch behind his balls where I didn't want to be. I had to be professional about this! After all, fifty bucks was a lot of money. Beside me I heard Jack moaning in helpless ecstasy. Terry was much better at this than me. Back up along Neil's strong shaft, kissing and licking, daring to bite softly into the smooth, dark skin, back up to his rubbery knob which I took into my mouth, and then with a reckless plunge I tried to fit his entire cock inside.
"Yeah, that's good!" he sighed, and his hands took my head by the temples and held it in place so he could fuck my face at his own pace. I struggled to keep up with him, inhaling through my nose, wrapping my tongue about his piston-like cock, and keeping my throat open with pure will power. It was too hard, too trying, I couldn't make it, and yet I didn't dare pull back. Besides, his hands were holding my head like a vise and he was grunting and sweating on me, driving his cock down my throat like a horny bull, and it didn't matter to him that I was nearly passing out
Through a foggy roar in my ears I heard Jack announcing that he was coming and I wished fervently that Neil would follow his friend's example. I tightened my lips about his cock as much as possible to provide him with more friction, and he seemed to like that But he kept right on fucking my face with long, relentless strokes, treating my mouth like it was the cunt of an old whore. I felt humiliated and in pain, but through it all a strange and piercing excitement made itself felt a real desire for him to come in my mouth.
And when he did all the pain and discomfort fell away from me like an old skin. I attached myself to his cock like some carnivorous creature and sucked the hot cream out of it passionately. He was still fucking my face cruelly, panting, grunting, clutching my head between his strong hands, but now it was all in order, I understood Salty sperm cascaded down my throat, lots of it, but not enough. His cock lost some of its solidity and I sucked harder, desperate to get more of him. Only when it had shrunk back to its original size did he push me away.
"Not bad," he grumbled. "How're you doing, old buddy, did she get you off yet?"
"Oh yeah!" said Jack, smiling contentedly. "This girl is the greatest blow job in the world! Hell, you won't believe what she can do with that mouth of hers."
"I'll take your word for it. Thank you, girls, very enjoyable." He smiled at me coldly and hitched his jeans up, adjusted his shirt, and he and Jack made to leave.
"You owe us some money," Terry reminded them. The men looked at each other with a grin, and Jack quickly looked into each room in the apartment and told his friend there was no one hiding out there.
"How do you propose to collect without a pimp?" asked Ned. He stood very close to Terry, menacing her with his muscle and bulk. "Don't you know that you can't trust anyone in this life, bitch?"
"Hand over the hundred right now," said Terry, just as cool and just as nasty as he was. The men laughed again and that was-the final straw for her. "EEEEEEEEEEYAH!" she yelled, her body twisting like a dervish, feet flailing through the air to come into smart contact with Ned's face. He grinned right up to the moment his nose turned into a bloody pulp. "AAAAAYAHI" Jack went down holding his mouth, and blood seeped through his fingers. I thought Terry would give them a second chance to pay but no, she was angry-through and through.
"You smart-assed sonsabitches!" she hissed, planting her foot into their balls each in their turn. "You thought you could use us and wipe your feet on us, didn't you! Well, think again." The men were doubled over on the floor, cursing and bleeding, clutching their injured groins, but that didn't arouse pity in Terry. She went through their pockets and found enough money to pay for services rendered. "And now for that sizeable tip," she said to Neil.
"Fifty bucks will do. Thank you very much, sirs, have a good evening." She signalled for me to open the door and with my help and Amy's she got them into the service elevator and she went down with them to make sure the doorman wouldn't be distressed at the sight of blood.
"Holy shit!" said Amy. That girl is great! Did you see what she did to those animals? Wow, would I like to be able to do that!"
I was silent. It wasn't that I didn't admire Terry. It was just that I hadn't been faced with so much violence in the whole of my life! The coldness of the men, the lightning viciousness of Terry, all seemed to be related to the business I found myself in. But then I thought of the pleasure it had given me and I shrugged the rest off.
There, they even paid the doorman off," said Terry with a grim smile. "I think we lost ourselves a couple of potential regulars tonight, girls, but every business can do without non-paying regulars, right?"
"Oh, Terry, are you okay?" Amy rushed over to her and took her into her arms as if to check for broken bones. Terry assured her nothing was wrong but Amy stuck close by her just in case. She took off Terry's platform shoes, which were quite bloody, and insisted on cleaning them before she would sit down with us for a quiet cup of coffee and a soothing cigarette. And when we were relaxing she sat right by Terry's side, looking at her now and then with abject admiration. For the first time I felt like a fifth wheel.
It was in the middle of the afternoon several days after our first customers had departed so unceremoniously. Terry, Amy, and I sat in the living room, all of us freshly showered and made up, wearing pretty dresses and subtle perfumes. The sun shone through the lacey drapes and the sounds of a busy city filtered through to us as if it was coming from another world. Inside everything was genteel, Muzak on the stereo to soothe the executives from Porter's Assurance Ltd. who were on the way up to our oasis, drinks set out on a tray, a plate of snacks, a box of cigarettes on the coffee table, and us, all for them. Two of them had won first prize in Mr. Porter's incentive program and now they were coming to collect their reward.
I wasn't nervous so much as anxious. Two of them and three of us, that meant I might miss out once again. My desire to be loved consummately by a real man had been strengthened by frequent visits from Daddy and by strange dreams that made my nights woolly and unpleasant. I didn't dare discuss this with my friends, though. When the three of us made love together I did my best to join in wholeheartedly, but that was becoming increasingly difficult Sucking Neil's cock had been a turning point for me whether I wanted to admit it or not. No dildo could compare to a live, virile, pulsing penis! And eating pussy just wasn't the same thing. To make it worse, Amy and Terry had been drawing closer by the day, and the night previous to our second engagement I had awakened to find the two of them making love without me.
My stream of thought was interrupted by the doorbell. Terry opened the door and let in the two executives. I knew them faintly and so did Amy, but for the sake of business we pretended to have known them very well, to have admired them from afar for ages.
Terry had coached us some in between tricks. Henry and Owen were in their late thirties, very married, had photos of their kids on their desks, and for them this was the biggest adventure a man could have. They entered the apartment as if it was the exotic jungle and native maidens lurked all about them waiting to pounce on their white asses. Glee in their eyes, trembling fingers, so eager to get laid that they could hardly contain themselves but glad of a respite so they could build up to it at their own pace. We poured drinks for them and lit their cigarettes, and while they snacked and drank we sat very close to them and made conversation with a touch of innuendo.
"And tell me, Henry," said Terry when she thought it was time, "what is your fondest fantasy?"
"Oh dear," he said with an embarrassed grin, "now we're really getting personal. Ask Owen his first and then I'll tell you mine."
"No, no, she asked you first," said Owen, jovial on the surface but nervous to the core.
"Come on, Henry, I can't wait to hear yours," wheedled Amy. "You look like you'd have something really interesting up your sleeve."
"Okay, I'll tell you," he said, and his face was fiery red. "I'd like you girls to be naked and covered in oil and I want you to cover me in it, too, so I can crawl all over you and through you and do everything I want with you!" The ice cubes were rattling in his glass when he had said his piece, and we let out an exclamation of admiration.
"Oh wow!" said Terry. "That's just great, I can hardly wait to do that myself. But what about Owen? What do you want most of all, Owen?"
"Actually...promise you won't tell this to anyone, Henry?"
"You know my secret now," said Henry.
"That's true...well, I've always wanted to sit by the side of a bed on which a couple was copulating. Silly, isn't if? But that's been my dream for years, I just want to sit there and have someone sit behind me to masturbate me while I watch at my leisure.'"
"Isn't that something!" We were delighted again, ostensibly at his imaginativeness, actually at the way both tricks fitted into each other. "Then you can watch as Henry plays with us and makes love, and when you're ready all you have to do is click your fingers and one of us will do your bidding."
"Oh boy!" The two men were like little boys at Christmas. They had another drink and another cigarette, and it was during this interval that Owen discreetly passed a company check to Terry. The transaction didn't disturb the event for even a second. We chatted and laughed, caressed their hands and necks, sat very close, and everything about us indicated that we could hardly wait for the action to begin.
"Well, I guess we might as well begin now," said Henry with a stretch and a yawn.
"Run down and get half a dozen bottles of baby oil," Terry said to me, "and I'll get the bed ready while Amy prepares our guests with a little oral titillation." The men beamed at the idea and before I left the apartment Amy was already on her knees between them, stroking, nuzzling her face into their laps, and I could see I would have to hurry. When I came back with the supplies of baby oil, Terry had put towels, old blankets, and a bedspread over the normal bedclothes, fixing it all to look professional. And the men, their trousers down around their ankles and their cocks very hard, were at exactly the right pitch for the main event.
Inside the bedroom, the door closed, air-conditioner on at full blast. The five of us felt crowded in that small room with the big bed and at first we bumped into each other rather awkwardly. But that helped to overcome the last of the obstacles. We played up to them shamelessly, cooing and billing as our hands undid their shirts and ties, and when it came time to take off their shoes the three of us knelt down before them like they were kings and helped them off with them.
"Now stand still and watch us," said Terry. The two naked executives with their hard cocks looked a bit foolish in the center of the room, but they were in no state to notice small details like that. We lined up against the wall and undid our dresses slowly, teasing them a little bit more, we helped each other take them off, and since we had put on bras and panties for the occasion, we were far from undressed when that was done. The men thought it was wonderful anyway. "Are you ready?" said Terry. A bra on her was kind of redundant and when she took it off I could tell the guys were worried about her true sex. But she maintained the suspense as long as she could by not taking off her panties until the last moment.
Amy and I were more convincing in the tit department. When my bra came off I saw Henry swallow deeply and turn a deeper shade of scarlet. Owen's hands went to his cock and he grabbed hold of it as though to throttle it. I bent over to take off my panties and the men bent over to get a closer look at my tits. They were flattering me beyond belief! I wanted to refund them their money for making me feel so good, but then I remembered it was Mr. Porter's money.
"Let me have them," said Owen, reaching for my panties. I didn't know what he wanted with them but I passed them on to him anyway. To my surprise he pressed them to his face and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmmmm, beautiful!" he murmured, and he sucked the crotch of my panties into his mouth as if to extract that juices from the material. I stood there and watched him in amazement. What would he want to do that for? His eyes were fixed on my tits and his free hand was on his dick rubbing the skin back and forth over the exposed glans. He seemed to get off on my body in a big way and I thought it was too bad he didn't want to be more of an activist.
"Will you apply the oil to our bodies?" Terry asked Henry. Henry was beside himself with bliss. He poured the oil into his cupped hand and smeared it over us back and front, taking care to cover every inch and to cover special inches several times. It was very pleasant to be anointed in this way. My pubic hairs matted slickly against my skin and my whole body glistened sensually, and whenever his hand ran over me it slithered along that silky soft film of oil to make every touch a winner. Now it was our turn to oil him and the three of us giggled and carried on as we rubbed handful of the baby oil over him. Owen sat in a chair right next to the bed and stroked his cock nice and easy, pacing himself to last a good long time.
"Ooooooaaaauuuglihhhh!" he sighed as his body made contact with ours. We slid along each other like eels at first but the bedspread rubbed the oil off us. Terry quickly fetched the shower curtain, which was made of plastic, and put it over the spread. Now the oil stayed on us and we poured the remaining contents of the bottles over the plastic so that we were made oilier with every move. I thought Henry was going to pass out with pleasure. He kept rolling and crawling through us and over us, burrowing through tunnels of limbs, sucking up between our thighs, reveling in our skin, and his hard cock bumped along enticingly. My eyes followed his erection wherever it went, wishfully at first but as he got more and more excited by the game of eels, I began to wonder if I couldn't trap that snake between my legs somehow.
I pretended to be too far gone to know what I was doing, and rolled over my friends right into Henry. He was sighing and muttering to himself, grabbing at tits and ass, and when I careened down his body with my cunt hole open and heading for his cock, he didn't even notice. But when my pubic bone bashed against his he frowned and pushed me away. Then he glided over me to rejoin the others, and was soon covered in female flesh. I had been thwarted but that didn't make me stop. Where he went, I followed, sliding and slipping hot on his heels, flinging myself into position whenever he came near and putting my pussy up into the air, pinkly open, to trap that elusive cock. But Henry just didn't want to fuck! He was having a ball with us and for most of that time he kept his eyes closed so he could sense our flesh with his skin alone. My tits were often in his hands or being pressed by his lips, but his cock didn't enter into it
To make it worse for me, Owen had stepped up the pace of his masturbating. He didn't even want to think about fucking. Perhaps I could talk him into it. "Please Owen," I whispered, leaning over the side of the bed to get to his ear, "make love to me, stick that great big cock into my pussy and make me feel like a woman."
"No, no, forget it," he said irritably. "Nothing personal, Gena, but I've been a married man for fifteen years and my wife makes me perform my husbandly duties twice a week without fad. This is my big day off."
I didn't understand, but it didn't matter. Henry was hard and he was close at hand. I directed my attention exclusively at his cock now and took it in my hands while my body pulled itself into a good position from which to fuck him. I almost cried when I noticed what he really was after: Terry's ass! That little boy's bottom, those tight little buns, had captured his attention, and even as I did my best to mount him he headed for her. The mood was obviously upon him. He grabbed her from behind, his arms tight about her waist, and with a mighty thrust he drove his cock right up her ass-hole. Terry let out a piercing yell of pain and Henry smiled broadly, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched. Then his hands moved up to her barely existent tits, mauling those boy's things and pinching the big nipples, driving his cock up her baby-oiled ass-hole, and dreaming his most private dreams, the ones we would never hear about.
Owen was up on his feet. He moved right around to the other side of the bed to get a clear look at the penetrating penis. His own cock was in his hands and getting the drubbing of its life. "Yeah, wow!" he said over and over. "Fantastic! Yeah! Wow!" Amy and I sat on the sidelines and watched as Terry struggled with the pain of being taken so roughly in such a delicate area. I envied her. For all those grimaces and exclamations of suffering I knew it had to feel good. The memory of a big dildo lodging up my ass was vivid, that excruciatingly beautiful pain, the humiliation that led to so many tense little climaxes, yes, she was enjoying it And Henry was, too. He fucked her hard and fast, a sudden-death gallop for the finish, one in which he gave it his all. Hunched over like a bull, gasping and wheezing, his dick moving so fast that it was a blur, he fucked her up the ass until his wad blurted free and filled her up so fast that it squeezed out before his dick had started to shrink. And Owen released his load all over Henry's back, something that registered with Henry only much later.
We took care of them all the way. We showered them and dressed them, adjusted their ties, even provided them with a breath mint so their wives wouldn't smell the liquor later. And when the two insurance men left our apartment we congratulated each other on a job well done.