Chapter 5
I went out on my first call for Eddie the following night at nine o'clock. It was a stately mansion in Beverly Hills not far away from City Hall.
An attractive woman who looked to be in her middle forties-but exceedingly well preserved-answered the door. Her hair was a striking chestnut color and her eyes brown. She had long lashes that gave her a sensuous quality, when coupled with her thick red lips. As for her figure, it too looked very good, at least what was observable from beneath the pale blue robe she wore.
"I'm Ann," she extended her right hand graciously and smiled as she let me in the door.
"Hi, I'm Harry," I smiled.
I tried to convey an air of confidence that wasn't really there. Though I'd certainly done more than my share of screwing during my young life I was anything but used to the practice of going to strange women's houses for a price. A slight nervousness ran through me. Knowing that I was there in this majestic house for the purposes of fulfilling a professional purpose put sex in a completely different light than what it had been in previously.
"The bedroom's this way," she led me matter-of-factly through the living and dining rooms to a bedroom which was almost as spacious and glamorous as Eddie's. "Let me show you how I've been getting into the mood." Ann, never batting an eye, handed me a series of magazine photos depicting men and women screwing. They were some of the most wildly erotic I had ever seen.
"You're getting me hot looking at this," I grinned.
"Why do you suppose I showed them to you, Harry? After all, isn't that the name of the game?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
She peered down at my hard prick, which she easily observed through the outline of my trousers.
"You have magnificent size," she exclaimed, running her fingers through the trousers and on to my prick. "How I wish my husband had something like this going for him."
"What's wrong with him?" I asked, realizing seconds afterward that I had asked a stupid question that was none of my damned business.
"Too much booze and too much age," she revealed. "He's quite a bit older than I am. He gets his jollies mainly from staying at the office all night and figuring out new ways to make money. That he's good at, and that's why I've stayed with him. But enough for him. I'd like to concentrate on you, and I'll start by getting you stripped for action."
Never cracking a smile or showing any outward display of emotion, she systematically pulled off all of my clothes. After she had finished with my underwear she took hold of my cock and held it erect as she inspected the rest of my body.
"Yes, you're a fine specimen, a welcome addition to Eddie's proud stable. But we're not here to throw bouquets. We're here to have sex. So if you please, will you remove my robe."
She made sex sound like some kind of a routine chore, which it might well have been with her. At any rate I was determined to make a solid impression in my first outing for Eddie. I had the impression that he might have been deliberately throwing a demanding toughie my way in an effort to test my mettle. After all, I was on trial. With the kind of money that Eddie was paying his help and demanding from his highly influential clients there was no room for second rate efforts.
I pulled off her robe and let out a gasp as I got my first look at her gorgeous form. Her body would have done ample justice to any gal of twenty-five.
"You take good care of yourself," I said, my cock bubbling over with instant anxiety.
"I try to. Nothing wrong with the way you're put together, either. But, like I said before, we're not here to throw bouquets at each other."
Ann leaned forward at that point, letting her big firm bosom rub erotically against my chest. Her lips pressed against mine, then her tongue entered inside my mouth. As our tongues flipped back and forth against each other, creating wildly unrestrained friction, Ann let her fingers travel down exploringly to my cock. She let her fingers run up and down it several times, then let them go to work fondling my balls.
Picking up her cue, I let my fingers explore her pussy, causing her to tremble slightly with erotic satisfaction.
Finally she broke our kiss. Her cheeks were reddening with excitement. Maybe her face never changed expression but other parts of her were letting me know that she was plenty hot.
"You take a bath honey before coming over here?"
"I sure did."
"You bathe all over?"
"From head to toe and every stop in between," I nodded firmly.
"That's good, 'cause I'm gonna give you another nice bath right now. You ready for your second bath of the night?"
"Baby, I'm ready for anything," I replied as sexily as I knew how.
"Okay, honey, that's good, 'cause I'm ready to shoot the works."
Ann rolled me over on the bed, breathing like a bitch in heat. She propped me on my stomach atop a pillow, then parted my legs slightly with her fingers. Then she plunged ahead with her tongue, lashing up and down until I tingled with sensation.
"Oh, can you suck," I exclaimed, my ass flipping back and forth with every stroke.
Back and forth her tongue flipped in rapid-fire motion until my cock was blazing hot.
"Turn over, honey," she commanded soothingly, slapping me across the ass with her fingers.
I turned over, after which she went to work on my ears. She began by kissing and nibbling on the ends of them, then Ann went to work on the earlobes. After she gave me a few love bites around the ears she thrust her tongue inside my left ear, flipping it around briskly.
Deciding it was time to move on, she let her tongue drop to my stomach, which she went to work on vigorously. She let it slide up and down, then back and forth, in sweeping movements.
"You're a sucking fiend and I love every second of it," I gasped, "but my dick's getting so hard that I can't take any more."
"Okay, I was just getting around to that," she said calmly.
This Ann chick was just too much to believe. She never changed expressions and didn't seem to be the least bit turned on with what she was doing. But appearances were deceiving and it was obvious from the way she was going after me that she was aroused, whether she let on otherwise or not.
Finally her tongue dropped down to between my legs. My cock was as hard as brick by then, and eager to crash into her mouth. Up and down she applied her tongue with systematic strokes, causing my breath to shorten and my legs to tremble. "I dig the action," I gasped. "Keep it up." She kept it up, picking up the pace until she was sucking at a whirlwind clip, getting me more aroused with every stroke. "Tickle my balls a little, honey," I suggested. I was getting used to having my balls tickled all the time by the beautiful broads who were going down on me, my mother and all the rest, and I wanted the same from Ann.
She put her fingers to work tickling my balls while the tongue continued sucking energetically. Her head was bobbing up and down so rapidly that her hair was flipping every which way. I ran my fingers through it a few times, then let them drop down to her cunt. When I began playing with her snatch she sucked even faster. "Here it comes, sweetheart," I warned. One huge sigh later it was all out, or at least it seemed that way. So much cum raced out of the end of my fuckstick that it seemed like I'd never have another drop to emit again.
"Not bad, not bad at all," Ann nodded after she had managed to lick up every drop of my running stream. Still she wasn't smiling. Her expression never seemed to change. "Would you like me to go down on you now?"
"Heavens no, you're rushing things. I expect to go down on you one more time. Baby, if you were a horny girl as starved for good cock to eat as I am you'd wanna do a quick encore, too."
"Then be my guest." Actually I could have used a few minutes of rest, but she was' a paying customer, and the customer's always right, just as long as I had enough sperm left to give her another joy shot.
It turned out that I hadn't been drained nearly as dry as I had thought after I got another sample of her excellent prick sucking. As a prelude she took her hand and began jerking my cock up and down until it got good and stiff. The stiffer and more aroused I became the faster she jerked it in the same resolute up and down movement.
"You can start sucking anytime you want," I said.
"Don't rush me, baby."
Ann wanted to take her time this time around. She had had the experience of tasting me once, and consequently on second try, a little less aroused and a little more poised, she wanted to do a little experimenting.
Once more she used her tongue as a whirling dervish on my body, starting this time with my chest, which she nibbled and sucked. From there she went downward to my balls.
It was gratifying along with exciting to lay back and let her set my balls literally on fire. Her tongue stroked enthusiastically and her fingers beat a steady tattoo over my nuts until I was gasping for air and ready to shoot a second time in a row.
This time I didn't have to mention the idea of her sucking me out. She let her head drop to the end of my prick, licking the tip of it with slow, conscientious strokes.
The teasing slowness of her strokes increased the fires within me. I was overflowing with desire, ready to shoot. Her tongue then began to engulf all of my prick in torrid back and forth movements.
"What a suck," I gasped. "Oh, are you great."
Every once in a while she would let her tongue drop from my fuckstick down to my balls, which she would suck briefly. Then she would return to my prick.
Between the two sensations I was ready to explode. My ass began flipping back and forth to meet her every movement as I drew ever closer to climax. I ran my fingers through her hair, just like before, then let them drop again to her cunt.
Then I finally shot, almost as big a load as my first.
"You're pretty good with your fingers," she exclaimed, "so how about going down on me."
"I was waiting for you to ask," I nodded briskly.
I buried my head in her snatch, eager to taste her, letting my tongue fly in sweeping uninhibited movements.
"Slow down a little," she cautioned. "You're not out to set a speed record. Relax a little, doll."
I took her advice. I was so hot to taste her that it was hard to slow down, but if she wanted a more leisurely pace I wasn't about to buck her. I reached back with my fingers and let them run casually inside her ass as I slowed down the sucking pace.
I decided to nibble a little on her clitoris to increase her level of excitement.
"Ah, this I like," she nodded. "I like that action."
After some solid nibbling I moved on to the licking, extending my efforts gradually to the rest of her joy box. I squeezed her ass cheeks firmly as she began to rock them back and forth synonymously with the rhythmic flow of my movements.
"Keep that tongue going at the same level it's at," she encouraged. "Let's build into the finish just right."
My movements were half-speed and resolute as my tongue continued running around her cunt. Every now and then I'd send a finger up her asshole, which would cause her ass to gyrate.
"Okay, honey. Now you can let 'er rip," she told me.
"Okay, doll," I slapped her across the ass.
"That feels good. Keep on letting that hand of yours slap my ass. I like it."
I simultaneously put my tongue and hand to work. I slapped wildly and let my tongue roam her cunt with speedy movements.
The grand tempo continued until she finally shot off her box a few seconds later.
"Now that I've shot it's time for me to suck that big wonderful prick of yours one more time," she exclaimed.
Ann must have liked it, seeing she was after it for thirds, but I didn't know how it would respond this time around. After two big explosions I was fearful it had been sucked dry, a lot more fearful than I had been before my second orgasm.
But once again it seems I had underestimated Ann's powers to stimulate untapped roots of virility. With her around I probably could have creamed for the next ten years running.
After a spirited round of ball licking and wild jerking she let her tongue run free over my dick, causing it to explode. I was surprised to see that the load was still fairly thick, particularly considering it was my third.
"Very appetizing," she nodded. "You were very good. I hope we can get together again."
"My pleasure," I bowed cordially.
I got dressed and left. She saw me off with a handshake, never once cracking a smile. It really got me. Ann gave every impression of being a cold fish on the surface, but when it came to fucking she turned out to be anything but that.
When I arrived home I observed a strange car parked in the driveway. The front door was locked, but fortunately I had my house key on me so I opened it.
The house was dark, which told me one thing. There was some action going on in the bedroom.
I climbed the stairs, going inside. Mom was in bed with Cindy, which left me with mixed emotions. I instantly got hot all over at the sight of Cindy's scintillatingly sexy bod rolling around a bed in the nude, but still retained the anger I had held from the last time I had crossed swords with her. In short, she was still sexy as hell, but remained every inch a bitch.
Cindy and Mom were engaged in a vigorous sixty-nine, in which they were sprawled out opposite each other tonguing like there was no tomorrow. Cindy had a finger up Mom's asshole while her tongue twisted every which way. Mom, on the other hand, was running her fingers hotly all over Cindy's abundant breasts.
They came at the same time, after which Mom looked up and saw me.
"Hi, baby. How'd your first night go?" she inquired.
"Just great, I guess. My customer was satisfied."
"Good. Hope you also enjoyed yourself."
"Naturally. Give me a good looking dame with a good body and I'll enjoy myself every time."
"Spoken just like a man," Cindy said coldly. "That's just the way that the horny cats at the bar think. All they can see in a woman is what's between her legs."
"No, that's not always true," I replied. "With a lot of them I see heart and personality and things like that. But with you, though, a cunt and tits is all there is to see."
"You're a real wiseass, aren't you?" Fire surfaced in her eyes.
"No, I'm just a person who believes in telling the truth." I gave her a sarcastic grin.
"I wish you'd stop fighting like this," Mom grinned. "Like I said, you two act like you're married."
"That would be the day," Cindy snapped. "I'd never marry him. I dig you, everything about you, but I wouldn't marry him if he were the last man on earth."
"Who are you kidding," I laughed. "You'd only be interested in marrying another broad and we both know it."
"I've got news for you. Any broad would be better than you."
"Unless she was as mean as you. Then you'd wind up sharing the same broom."
"Fuck you," she shrieked.
"My how original you are."
"I'm original enough to stop an asshole when I see one."
"Now stop it," Mom cut in firmly this time. "Let's make love, not war. As a matter-of-fact you and Harry oughta make it together."
"How do you mean?" Cindy looked at her skeptically.
"I mean you oughta go down on each other. Look at the size of that hard of Harry's."
"Now that is the last straw," Cindy erupted. "Just because I love you shouldn't mean I've got to go down on his big old dirty prick."
"You're just jealous 'cause you haven't got one," I chided. "You have to use an artificial one to screw your girl friends."
"Now hold it, Harry," Mom implored. "I don't want any sarcasm from either one of you." She then faced Cindy and said firmly: "Now Harry's my boy and he happens to be a very good boy. I really don't like the idea of you having hang-ups and not wanting him included in the action. At first I just ignored your little conversation exchanges with him, but now things have reached the unbearable stage as far as I'm concerned. I don't like the idea of my son being discriminated against. I can see that, no matter what he might say to you, he's very fond of you."
"You've gotta be kidding," Cindy threw her head back and laughed uproariously. "Just what did you put in those drinks you mixed for us?"
"He likes you, I know he does," Mom persisted. The funny thing was that she was right. The big reason I fumed was because she was giving me a hard time. "And furthermore," Mom continued, "if you don't treat him a little nicer you won't be welcome in this house anymore."
"Come on now," Cindy balked.
"I mean it, baby. As much as I like your body I can't stand for you constantly insulting my boy."
"Okay, okay, then what do you want me to do?" Cindy asked.
"Try and make my boy happy by having a little sex with him. His cock needs a little attention now and then from a girl like you. It's not gonna hurt you, baby. I love doing it with him. He's a great lover, if I do say so myself, and that's not just motherly pride. Let it all hang out, baby, let yourself go. It'll do you some good."
"All right," Cindy finally nodded. She looked over at me and flashed a timid smile. It wasn't the warmest of beginnings, but at least it was a beginning.
Mother got up from the bed and watched from a standing position as I slid into bed next to Cindy. Without saying a word I went straight to work, eager to cash in on any tolerance Cindy might have for me, no matter how short-lived.
I ran my fingers over her hairy mound, letting them slide slowly but fervently. Quickly picking up the cue, Cindy ran her fingers up and down my cock. The mutual finger contact got us both good and hot.
A quick glance in Mother's direction revealed how hot she was getting just watching us. Back and forth her fingers flew over her own cunt as she took in everything that was going on in bed between Cindy and I.
The faster I manipulated my fingers over her cunt, the faster her fingers went to work on my dong. I let my lips press wildly against hers, then allowed my tongue to penetrate inside her mouth. With our tongues sliding and our fingers busy, our bodies began trembling from all the excitement that was going on.
Finally I broke our enduring kiss, eager to get into the sucking. My tongue descended wildly on her mound, causing her to let out a sigh as I flipped it back and forth.
"Oh, that feels great," Cindy gasped.
"Then go to work on his cock, baby, and show a little appreciation," Mom suggested.
It might have taken a little probing before Cindy would go to work on my dick, but when she finally did it proved well worth the wait as her tongue proceeded in jet-propelled fashion.
My fingers roamed her curvy ass cheeks while hers played with my balls. It was obvious that, even though she wasn't much in the mood for having sex with men then, that at one time she'd had plenty of it. Nobody unfamiliar with cocksucking could have given the brand of quality head that Cindy was giving me. She knew how to delicately vary the rhythm of her movements to keep me perpetually in ecstasy. For one series of strokes she would suck hard and fast, running her fingers over my nuts in the same maner. Then she would slow down, moving her head up and down in a slow, methodical manner over my prick while her fingers were moving at the same kind of slow clip.
When I reached the point of imminent explosion I stepped up the tempo of my sucking movements.
Cindy quickly picked up on how close I was to shooting and accelerated the rhythm of the cocksucking.
We wound up shooting almost together. Her pussy load shot into my mouth first, and a few seconds later my cock exploded.
"I hope that'll end all the foolish bickering once and for all," Mom chuckled hopefully.
"As far as I'm concerned it's all over," I threw my arm around Cindy and smiled. "Anybody that can suck like that just has to be a friend of mine. And on top of that she's a pretty good girl."
"I'm changing my mind," she said hesitantly. "No, I don't feel the dislike like I did before."
I would have preferred hearing a stronger forthright expression, but considering what she had thought of me before I realized that things were definitely improving.
The fucking group split up right after that. It was just as well, since after that last explosion I was really beat. I was happy to see that Cindy had apparently changed enough from the time before to at least say hello in a friendly voice. In fact there was even a faint trace of a smile on her face when she said it.
"Now see, don't say that I don't look after your interests," Mom smiled after Cindy left the room.
"I appreciate what you did."
"I could see how turned on you were by her from the beginning."
"I guess it did show."
"Of course it did," she laughed. "I know you men. You all wear your hearts on your sleeves. I know one thing you could do for me right now that would make me very happy."
"What's that?"
"You could give me the same kind of action that you just got through giving Cindy. I'd sleep a lot better after getting my pussy sucked, particularly after getting worked up by you two sex maniacs."
"Speaking of sex maniacs."
"Of course. It runs in the family. I am your mother, you know."
"Yeah, and a pretty groovy Mom at that."
She spread her legs invitingly as I let my head slip inside them. It always felt great being within the protective custody of Mom's two shapely legs. But better yet, it was great to have access to her hot snatch, which, as tired as I was, I was now dying to suck.
Mom clamped her legs around my head to provide me with extra stimulus as I let my tongue dart around her cunt. Every few strokes I would nibble on her clitoris to intensify the heat within her.
I let my fingers roam toward her breasts, cupping over them eagerly as I continued sucking. Her legs and ass rocked back and forth with my movements as I pushed her ever nearer to climax.
"Suck it all out, sweetheart," she gasped.
That's exactly what I did as the juice shot out of her seconds later. A smile of relief crossed her face.
"When all is said and done nobody can suck me like my boy," she said.
"Thank you." I kissed her lips.
"Well, we'd better turn in for the night 'cause I've got a big surprise in store for you tomorrow night."
"What's that?" I asked curiously. "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it?" she smiled cleverly.