Chapter 1
Georgia watched Windy intently from across the room, amazed at her friend's perseverance and patience. The man reminded her of a giant white whale, but Georgia was determined to share her experienced friend's delight. She quickly stood up, emboldened by desire, and caught his eye. This was her opportunity to get into the action. Georgia gasped, choking off a moan of delight. The scene was getting her all mushy between the legs. She certainly didn't want to do anything to kill Windy's chances of bringing him to a climax. After all, this wasn't her means of support and it was Windy's. Georgia had just come along for the thrill of playing prostitute for a night-she certainly didn't need the money.
As it turned out, Georgia had satisfied her partner in fifteen minutes, was paid, saw him out, and returned to watch Windy struggle to bring "Fatso" to a climax. Even as an amateur prostitute Windy was far more experienced than Georgia could be-with her twice-a-week practice. But then Georgia never gave much thought to satisfying a man-she only thought of her own pleasure.
Windy sucked the small, hard pecker into her mouth, swished it from cheek to cheek with her tongue, tickled the tip and sucked some more, while her hand, buried between the mounds of his sweaty, flabby, buttocks, played enticingly with his ass-hole.
Windy danced her tongue up his mountainous belly and tried to get the little dick between the lips of her soft, warm cunt, knowing how much he wanted it there. But his huge belly prevented her from even getting it close. She continued the tongue trip up his stomach to his nipples and sucked on them while her beautiful body moved sensuously over his flab-firm tits pressed into soft blubber and shapely legs playing between his while he lay there motionless.
"Mmmmmm-you're soft and warm," she cooed.
"I'll fuck the ass off you," he groaned back, fighting to maintain his dignity in spite of the depressing performance he was giving.
"Mmmmm...you're sexy," she purred. "Kiss my pussy and I'll make you come like never before."
Without waiting for an answer, she positioned herself over his head, facing his stomach, then lowered her ass close to his face and stopped so he could view her backside, her cunt and then up her stomach, where his vision would end at the perfectly shaped breasts. She could feel his hot, puffing breath on her legs, her ass and finally her pussy as she carefully lowered herself onto his drooling mouth.
The sight and smell of her in this position set off sparks in his balls. He spread the-smooth, matched globes of flesh and poked the buttonhole with a finger. She wiggled for him, which drove him mad with desire. He licked the little bud and tried to get a finger in while her fingers reached down and began toying with his cock, her ass wriggling invitingly on his finger. Saliva oozed from the corners of his mouth at the prospect of this tasty morsel. He then buried his lips in the soft triangle of hair and she, encouraging him, went a little wild. He sucked and licked the moist, hot lips, then parted them with the tip of his tongue and drove the slippery slab of meat up into her, sipping the nectar from the velvet walls.
Windy just sat on his face, luxuriating in the pause that put him to work for a while and simply clutched his pecker in her fist to keep it stiff. She noticed that every time she wiggled her ass there was a faint throb of excitement in his "pimple," so she used the wiggle to reward him when he did something she liked.
Meanwhile, he was going out of his mind with all the sensations she lavished on him: ass in his face, tits on his belly, hand on his cock and the complete freedom to do anything to her body he wanted-but at the same time he was nagged by the frustration of not coming. His tongue swirled around the honey-lined walls of her cunt, his nose was buried in her ass-hole and his eyes were filled with the soft, smooth round cheeks of ass-flesh ; all his daily daydreams brought to life at once-and he couldn't come! The pain in his balls, which held the hot lava that screamed to get out, was getting unbearable. He tore the globes of ass-flesh apart, tongued her tight buttonhole, shot back to her cunt, then back to her ass, in feverish succession, trying to explode the come from his balls by violently penetrating her body with his tongue. It only built up more pressure in his balls and he was sure they'd blow out like a pricked balloon.
Windy had a wild orgasm in the process, losing herself to the striking snake that one minute reamed her ass and the next minute swept into the depths of her stomach. She desperately tried to catch it in either place, to lock in the sensation while she had the orgasm, but the slippery serpent always wormed away and plunged into the other opening. A different thrill swept up to her brain each time, sending chills through her body.
"Ohhh, man, you're too much," she sighed, melting with exhaustion.
"Make me come. Please make me come," he whimpered helplessly.
"After that, I'll set that stick of dynamite off with a blast you'll never forget," she said, almost forgetting that he was paying for the privilege.
Georgia was squirming and grinding her own itching cunt into a pillow she'd stuffed between her legs. But now she saw her opening. Windy was getting off him and Georgia was determined to have that tongue. She caught his eye, then ran her hands sensuously over her breasts and down her stomach to the damp bush, eyeing him longingly, tantalizing him with her dancing fingertips. He was intrigued with the sight of her playing with her own sex pot.
"Mmmmm...I wish I had a man like you to lick me like that," she teased.
Windy was beautiful, but Georgia was a goddess-and it was easy to get him to take notice in his hour of desperation.
"You hold him down, Georgia, while I give him a Hawaiian blow job," Windy said with a wink.
What's a 'Hawaiian blow job?' Georgia wondered, but didn't waste any time on the unanswered question. She quickly straddled his face while Windy scurried to the bathroom and returned with a glass of warm water.
The victim hadn't even realized Windy had left the room because his whole attention was focused on the milk-white skin above him. This is an orgasm just to see, he thought-a living, marble statue, without a blemish or mark anywhere. And a fragrance more delicious than a sizzling steak, he thought.
He could feel Windy's hand on his cock again, but right now preferred to devour Georgia with his eyes. He spread her cheeks and gazed at the little sunburst there with the amazement of a little boy seeing his first. He licked it...licked the smooth orbs of flesh, the crack, the sunburst again and then the moist lips of her honey-jar with the slow, savoring licks of a man who appreciates good food.
Windy positioned herself between his legs, gently massaging his stiff organ while she watched and waited for Georgia to get her share of the slippery tongue. Georgia smiled at her, then closed her eyes dreamily as she felt the tingle of his first penetration into her rear entrance-a slow, wicked entering of wet, living meat delving into her tongue-virgin anus. She opened herself and helped the invading tongue to reach the depths of her tight tunnel by sucking it with the strong muscles there. Then it slid out and she groaned when it slithered between her longing, drooling cunt lips and crept into the depths of her stomach.
Meanwhile, Windy kept track of the increasing tempo, watching throbbing cock, gasping cunt and tingling ass-hole. When all three pulsed faster and faster, she took the glass of warm water and filled her mouth with as much as she could hold. Georgia was reaching the peak, with gurgling, animal sounds coming from deep in her throat Windy decided it was now or never. She pressed her tight lips to the head of his penis, holding in the warm water by carefully forcing the cock into her mouth like a cork. Georgia screeched with delight as she experienced her first orgasm with his tongue in the tight grip of her rectum. Then she reached her second climax, this time letting his tongue go free from the grasp of her cunt.
"Aaaahhh.. . " the giant whale bellowed as the sensation of his prick entering the wall of warm water reached his brain. Windy's lips tightly gripped the base of the shaft. Warm water trickled out of the sides of her mouth and down his balls, while his cock was held suspended in water.
He came!
Shooting his come into a mouth of water was a sensation he'd never experienced before. And with each blast of cream, a stream of warm liquid trickled down his balls to the crack of his ass, jerking his balls into a knot and making him fire again. And again. And again...
When they were finally alone in the hotel room, Windy talked Georgia into sharing a shower with her. Georgia was reluctant but went along with the idea when Windy started making fun of her Puritan upbringing. They were both naked anyway, Georgia thought, so why not?
"You're all uptight, Georgia," Windy said, as they stood facing each other with the needles of hot water on Georgia's back. "I'm not queer or anything. Honest. It's just more fun for two people in a shower than it is alone. Shit, we used to have a ball in the dorm...oh, I forgot...the schools you went to had private baths."
"Okay, knock off the 'rich kid' crap."
"Sure, but you'll never be your own person if you insist on living with all those hang-ups."
They switched places and Georgia started to soap herself. "You seem to enjoy the work you're doing," she said, changing the subject.
"Not really. I enjoy balling with guys I like, but not with the customers."
"You could have fooled me, the way you worked on Fatty," Georgia commented.
"Shit, I worked my ass off until he started that tongue treatment...and I don't have to tell you what that felt like. But other than that and the fact that it was a challenge getting that little pimple of his to work, I can think of other things I'd rather be doing."
"That's the trouble, sex is getting to be a bore."
"Don't tell Kit that. She met a Frenchman who's supposed to be out of this world."
"Please, not another 'Super Dick.' I'm tired of trying these studs who are supposed to be the living end. Usually they're egomaniacs who put on a show...and not even a good show."
"Turn around and I'll soap your back."
Reluctantly Georgia turned, but didn't like the idea. It was either turn or get more criticism; so she turned. The feel of girl-fingers on her back gave Georgia a chill.
It's weird, she thought, how another girl's touch makes me feel more feminine than ever. Not sexual, she kept telling herself. Just more feminine.
Then Windy paused to lather up her hand again and Georgia thought she was finished. She flushed pink all over when Windy's fingers came back, this time on her ass. The slow, dainty motions on her sensitive derriere activated the juices in her pussy and left her speechless. Windy's fingers didn't miss a spot, either. A soapy finger even popped into the tight opening and went in about the length of a knuckle.
"Now you soap me," Windy's voice broke the spell.
They changed places again and while Georgia rinsed off the suds from her back she trembled all over, almost dropping the soap trying to lather her hand for Windy's back. She tried not to let Windy know that this whole thing was having an effect on her but by the time she reached the bikini line, where the color of Windy's skin was so much whiter, she was sure her trembling hand was noticeable. She took a deep breath and tried to return the same gentle strokes she had received. This whole idea was making her lightheaded and dizzy, but she continued. Finally she reached the finger-in-the-button-hole point, paused and entered-just up to the knuckle...
"Mmmmm...shove it all the way up, Georgia. I love having my ass invaded."
Georgia followed the instructions and ran her soapy finger all the way up the dark tunnel, somewhat surprised at how easy the soap made it to penetrate the tight opening.
She twisted her finger and Windy squeezed it with the strong muscles there.
"Pop it out fast-mmmmm, that's it-great! Now, wasn't that fun?" Windy asked, passing her again to rinse off.
Is that it? Georgia wondered, as she watched Windy's pixie movements under the spray. Is that all? Nothing sexual, of course, but it's over just when it starts to be fun.
"I went to an all-girl school," Windy chatted as though it was nothing, "and we did this all the time. Front and back. Best thing for your nerves. Really relaxes you...especially if you can finish with an orgasm."
"I-I've never tried it-before."
"There's nothing like humping away with some guy you're really flipped over. But those guys are few and far between. And a man can get his jollies dry-humping in a crowded subway-so why shouldn't girls get their jollies?"
"Sounds like you're giving a speech for women's lib."
"Not really. But why not? Just as long as it's not trying to do away with men, I'll go along with it. How about it? You want your front soaped?"
"Why not?"
Windy smiled and took the soap. "You've got a great body, Georgia. Don't let it go to waste through boredom. Talk to Kit Donovan about that Frenchman."
But by now Georgia's thoughts were swimming with the sensation of slithering fingers on her breasts-then her own fingers on Windy's breasts and hard nipples quivering in her palms-a gentle hand oozing between her legs, toying, teasing at her panting cunt lips. Georgia hesitated before delving into the mystery of Windy's bush. She'd never touched another girl there. She moved cautiously. But it was all a pleasant softness. The two girls probed each other with their fingers while their free hands ran freely over each other's body, each having a dreamy orgasm.
On the way back to Windy's apartment, on New York's fashionable East Side, Georgia began questioning her about Kit's friend.
"I really don't know that much about him," Windy admitted. "Kit talks about him all the time, but it confuses me. As I understand it, he's the greatest lover in town, but get this-Kit hasn't gone to bed with him yetP'
"Then how the hell does she know he's the best stud around?"
"Well as I understand it, he doesn't just climb in the sack and slip it to you; he actually spends weeks preparing you for the ac."
"Forget it!"
"I'm just telling you what Kit told me. However, after this training you're really supposed to be conditioned to enjoy sex for the rest of your life."
"Now I've heard everything."
"I really wish you would talk to Kit about this. There must be something to the whole thing, because I've met other girls who rave about him, too."
"What's his name?"
"John Aumontjuer. He's American, actually. They just call him 'the Frenchman' because of his reputation and name."
"Never heard of him. And I'm sure in my circle of friends the word would be out if the world's greatest lover was in town."
"Sure.. . " Windy dropped into silence, annoyed at Georgia's attitude about the whole thing. It wasn't like she was trying to sell her something, Windy thought-just trying to be helpful.