Chapter 14
*** Archive Note: This text file accurately portrays the Chapter numbering sequence in the original pocketbook. There were two 'CHAPTER FOURTEEN's" in the hardcopy pocketbook. ***
When they got off the bed, and walked naked into the nearby living room, Claire headed for the bar.
"I need another drink," she giggled, "Oh, Wow! Jeff, I've got to hand it to you-you did it royal tonight!"
Joining her at the bar, and pouring himself a strong shot of whiskey, he said, "I had fun!"
A moment later, Lucille was there with him, "And so did I, luv!"
"Well, I suppose some of the studs turn out to be duds," Jeff said, going naked to a chair, and sitting down and crossing his legs, his penis limp between them.
"You're so right, and I've warned Laura and Dave no more dry-run fuckers."
"Dry-run fuckers? What are they?"
"Well," Lucille explained sitting naked on the gray silk sofa, "They are the cat's who've been drained. The real dregs. Some of them are simply impotent. They can't make it anymore. And so-they try to fake it. But, Lucille always knows when the hot juice is shooting up there!"
Sitting in an arm chair, Claire observed, "I insist on horny, young, juicy pricks. And when I get a dud, I kick him out on his ass and tell him to go get fucked-because he sure as hell can't fuck anybody and make them happy!"
Glancing down at his penis between his legs, Jeff said, "I've not had any problems with my prick not juicing. Matter of fact I find I want to fuck too much."
"Well, darling, I'm warning you-take care-or your days might be numbered!"
"I always take care-There's plenty of juice where that came from," he smiled. "Lucille, honey-you never got a chance to blow me. Why don't you get over here and suck on it while I'm relaxing and enjoying my drink."
Lucille hesitated a moment.
"Go ahead, honey," Claire urged, "I'm buying his balls, now enjoy them!"
Lucille went over to where Jeff was sitting, and he lifted his legs so that she could crawl between them. She took the limp penis, and bending over slid it into her mouth, trying to pump some life back into it.
"Just a slow, steady rhythm," he told her, "No imagine suckin'-just steady!"
And then, she went to town on it, sucking it until it sprang back to life, hard and ready.
Jeff reached down, and guided himself into Lucille's mouth. She accepted it greedily, and lashed the head of it until he felt his body quivering again.
"She's talented," Jeff smiled at her girlfriend Claire who watched, but utilized her fingers on her snatch to bring some erotic pleasure to her voyeur participation.
"Oh, yes-Lucille has a nice mouth. We could star her in a Broadway sex show, and call it 'MOUTH GIRL', and half of New York would know who you were talking about!"
Lucille didn't pay any attention at all to her girlfriend's comments. She knew she was a bitchy person, and that she was given to this kind of cutting, slashing comment, and she simply considered the source, and let it go at that.
"Suck my prick," Jeff said, as the feeling became more intense, and more exciting. "Eat my juicy joint! Come on, cocksucker-suck!"
Indeed she did suck, putting plenty of feeling into it. But, it couldn't last for long at this pleasure-pitch, and then Jeff felt himself exploding in her mouth.
Reaching down, he guided his hands through her hair, begging, "Baby, eat it-eat my cock! Suck it off!"
The hot sperm flashed out of his penis and down her throat, and Lucille was delighted she got her chance to mouth the young lover-boy. It was indeed a pleasurable pastime, and she thoroughly enjoyed eating him.
Jeff thrust forward, pitching his pelvis up to obtain the ultimate orgasm, and more juice dribbled from his prick. Lucille didn't want to waste any, and she continued sucking until she got it all out.
And then, she slipped her mouth off, joyfully, turning to catch Claire's response.
"How was it-thin or thick?"
"Milk shake cum," she smiled, "Delicious! We must invite Jeff back to entertain us. He is super-fucker!"
"Thank you, thank you-all this flattery goes to my head," he laughed, making a double-entendre joke they picked up on quickly.
"Did you ever catch me on Broadway?" Claire asked him drunkenly.
"No, baby-I'm sorry I didn't," he told her.
"Well, why didn't you?" she argued. "I was the toast of the town, and I had to fuck everybody on Broadway to get to the top."
"I'm sure you could do that easily," Jeff chuckled.
At first, Claire didn't know how to take this. But, then, she said, "Hmmm-you appreciate me, don't you, darling!"
"Sure, I do," he smiled.
Staggering over to the bar, Claire fixed herself another drink. "Party-time, party-time," she giggled, "Can I fix you something to drink. I'm thirsty myself!"
"You're drunk," Lucille informed her frankly, "and the last thing you need, baby doll, is another drink!"
"Don't you tell me what I need, and what I don't need," she shrieked defiantly, "I guess I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"I guess you are," Lucille said quietly, her face registering disappointment that her friend was losing the battle with the bottle one more night.
When she had her liquor glass full again, Claire went back shakily to sit in her side-chair.
"I'm not so bad looking now," she smiled, "Pinch my skin."
"Do what?"
"Come over here, Jeff," she demanded, "Pinch my skin-here on my arm, pinch it, and watch!"
Jeff pinched her arm, and watched.
"So," she smiled, laughing drunkenly.
"So, what?" Jeff demanded, curious to know precisely what point the drunken, faded actress was attempting to make.
"Well, didn't you see for yourself?" she demanded indignantly, "you pinched my skin and you saw it pop right back-what do you think of that?"
"You are a beautiful woman," Jeff smiled, hoping this would make her happy. But, it had the reverse effect. Great tears welled in her eyes, and trickled down her tired cheeks, down the face that thrilled thousands another season.
"You no good lyin' sonofabitch," she sobbed, "I'm old and ugly. Don't lie to me! Not even when I ask you to!"
Jeff turned to Lucille, who shrugged, a sad look surfacing on her face.
And then, rising, reaching for her breasts, and laughing hysterically, Claire Craig dramatically announced, "But after all is said and fucked, I'm still a pretty good piece of ass, you know that, don't you?"
By this time, Jeff was so confused he felt he didn't know anything, and he didn't care to comment.
But, Claire persisted, "You know I'm a good fuck, don't you, hustler? I paid you to tell me I'm still a good grind, now tell me, dammit?"
"Sure, you're a good grind," Jeff told her, nervously scratching the side of his face. "Anything else you want me to tell you-say it all at once-so I can repeat it back line per line. I'm good at learning lines!"
"So was I," Claire laughed, "They said I was a fast girl, in bed, and on the boards, isn't that a 'funny'? "
"Yeah, I'm laughing," Lucille quipped snidery. "Honey, Jeff is here for sex, and you're telling him the story of your awful life."
"Don't say I had an awful life!" Claire turned on Lucille.
"Baby, it's the truth!"
"I know that," Claire protested, "and that's why I don't want you to say it. I haven't paid any attention to the truth in years, and that's how I've kept my youth!"
Jeff patted her behind, "You do look good," he assured her, but nerves made him scratch again, again betraying his own insecurity in knowing how to cope with Claire.
"So, you want my ass?" she smiled. "Felt good, didn't it, you Greek you!"
"Alright, I'll fuck your ass!"
"My ass is the only part of me that is still a virgin," Claire lied, putting on one of her best performances.
"Let's go back to the bedroom," Lucille smiled, "I have a good idea. I'm sure Jeff would get a big charge out of this kind of action."
Lucille led the way, and promptly put on a dildo, and turned to look at Jeff to elicit his reaction.
"I'll shaft you while you shaft her," she smiled. "I love ass-fucking too!"
"My sore ass," Jeff said, "Alright, if you lube my ass, or that plastic prick-either way, but don't stab it without help."
Grasping the penis in her hand, she giggled, "We aim to please!"
And then, Claire got on all fours in the middle of the bed. Still, she was carrying on her acting role.
"Oh, I wonder what it will feel like to have a big prick up my tight ass-hole. I hope you can slip it up there. Having never done it, I'm uncertain, honey, if we can make it or not!"
Slapping her butt, Jeff smiled, "I'll kiss it, and get it open with my tongue for a starter. How's that?"
"You're right-on," Claire laughed, reaching back to pry her cheeks apart, to give Jeff's tongue easy access to her ass-hole. And then, he shot his tongue up her tight anus. Her body quivered, as the tongue stabbed up there.
"Oh, does that ever feel good?" she stammered, "Do it to me, baby-do it!"
Jeff pushed her hands aside, and held her buttocks in his own hands and went to town with his tongue.
"Faster, faster," she begged, "Ohh, yes-tongue-fuck my ass-hole! I haven't had action like that since Bernie, my first show-fucker licked my ass out back in the thirties."
Jeff wished she hadn't mentioned the thirties. How old was the ass-hole he was eating. Better she let him guess.
"Ohhh, yes-harder. Keep your tongue hard, like Bernie did, baby!"
Comparisons didn't exactly turn him on either. Did she measure tongues with rulers? Who knew what she was capable of in the sex department? Nothing she might have done would surprise Jeff at this point.
And then, Lucille suggested, "Baby, if we're ever going to get this ass-fuck going into a three-way-let's shove off!"
"Alright, Lucille," Jeff said, when he got his tongue out of the former Broadway beauty's behind.
He got up on the bed, and mounted her, sliding his huge tool into her ass-cheeks. But, the moment she felt it, she knew he needed a lube-job.
"Don't stick that dry dick up my ass-hole," she objected. "Grease it. I may be a masochist, but I'm not that much of one."
"Sorry about that," Lucille laughed, "It slipped my mind!" And then she handed Jeff a tube of K-Y which Jeff promptly proceeded to smear over the surface of the huge penis before him. And then, he rubbed some around her tight anus. Then, getting behind her, he thrust it up her hot, tight ass-hole.
The sudden, driving thrust got her going.
"Oh, baby-that hurts like the devil," she complained, "What are you trying to do-kill me with your prick? What a way to go?"
"I guess Bernie's dick didn't hurt like this. Probably he had a small one."
"Oh, I'm not complaining," Claire told him, "but your prick is almost too much of a good thing. I'm sorry, honey!"
But, Jeff wasn't sorry. No, ma'am-he was in there ass-stabbing, and enjoying it to the hilt, his balls jiggling as he rode her behind.
Then, he felt Lucille with the sticky dildo at his buttocks. "Bend over, darling," she whispered, "Give me a good chance at it. Okay?"
As Jeff bent over, he found himself enjoying gripping Claire's good-sized knockers and playing with them. The sag didn't hurt from this angle. All breasts sag when a woman is on all fours.
"You're mean to me," Claire played coyly, "Pinching my titties, stabbing my ass-hole. You're too much!"
But, then Jeff felt the uncomfortable dildo driving up his ass-hole, and he didn't like it. But he was committed to do whatever the women wanted-so he didn't make a big fuss about it. Nevertheless, he did turn to tell Lucille, "Take it easy, doll, that's my tight ass-hole you're stabbing-remember that? I've only got one ass-hole, and I may need it for something besides your damned dildo."
"Don't get uptight," Lucille giggled, "Loosen-relax, and you won't even notice it driving up your rectum."
"That's what you think," Jeff said, "My rec-' turn isn't made of cast-iron, even if your conscience is!"
Then, laughing, he turned back to give full attention to the ass he was stabbing himself. A side-glance in the mirror presented an interesting picture of the action.
"Fuck it, baby," he demanded of Claire, "Twist it baby-twist it-grind your sweet ass around, baby-do it, do it!"
To his surprise, Claire proved to be quite an accomplished ass-fucker.
Throwing her behind back to meet his sudden, sharp, driving cockthrusts, he got a good deal of pleasure giving his gun to her from the back door, instead of the front-door fucking he was used to screwing.
"Fuck!" he gasped, "Grind that sweet tail like you've churned it for all the other fuckers in town," he told her bluntly. "Yes, baby, yes-ohhh, ahhhh-do-do-do it, baby!" And the wild-fucking continued.
"That's it!" he gasped, "Oh, wow! Keep fucking!"
Now his hands were both working on her breasts, exciting her, stimulating himself no end.
"Ohhh-ahhh-yes, baby, yes-fuck-fuck-fuck," he cried, and then the hot juices shot up her ass-hole.
And strangely, simultaneously the girl driving the dildo picked up on his wave-length as he stabbed it into Claire, and she rammed her dildo in up to the hilt, and juiced. Jeff knew the instant this happened for the juices dripped all over his firm, round, naked ass-hole.
"Hey, fucker, you gushed too," he said, and then sweeping down to Claire to see if she made it on target, he discovered the ass-stabbing action had gotten her so excited she joyously juiced too.
"That, my fine, fuckin' friends is what I call bull's-eye fuckin'-"
Both women laughed, "Jeff, you're too much," Claire said, "You out-stud almost all the men I've bought, or men I played with-you're a real turn-on."
"You gave me my kicks too," Lucille said softly, as she slid the dripping dildo out of his ass-hole. And then she went to the bathroom to wash up. And Claire and Jeff were left alone on the bed.
"How would you like to service me on a regular basis?" Claire asked, pressing her face close to his and brushing her cheek affectionately across his.
"As long as Dave and Laura know about it," he explained quite frankly.
"Oh, I didn't mean one-night-stands," she smiled, "I meant shack up with me!"
"I-I can't-"
"Why not? Some rich old dame keeping you now, no doubt?"
"No, it's not any rich old dame," he said, "It's someone I love a lot."
"But not enough to be faithful," she said testily.
"It isn't that-"
"Oh, I think it is," she said, "Faithful fuckers are few and far between. I've found that out, haven't I, Lucille?" she called out loud enough for her to hear.
"You know it," Lucille said evenly. "Trying to make a deal with a man behind my back! Humph-I might have known. I left Wanda for you, and you've been the most unfaithful bitch I ever made it with!"
"Aw, get off it-you two lovers or something?"
"Something else, now," Lucille said, "This old camp can just sit here and drink over her scrapbooks alone from now on. I'm tired of playing ego-games with has-beens."
"How dare you call be a has-been!" Claire screamed. "How dare you! I could make a comeback any damned minute I want to-and you know it."
"I don't know that at all," Lucille smiled, deriving vast satisfaction from seeing her disloyal lover uptight.
"Oh, go to hell," she snapped, "I can find all the women I want for companions-I don't need you, dammit!"
"That's what you think," Claire laughed. "You're such a loused-up, mean old drunken bitch you couldn't live with anybody for long. Goodbye, baby-and good luck-or should I say-good suck!"
"I'm going to count every piece of jewelry I own before you leave this house," Claire warned her defiantly.
"I guess I'd better be cutting out. I hope I didn't do anything to split up your friendship."
"Jeff, darling-there was nothing to split up. It had to happen like this. That woman is impossible to live with."
"Look who's talking!" Lucille laughed.
And then, Jeff lay there while he watched Lucille pack her things, dress and walk out of the bedroom. He heard the two women mumbling outside, and then there was silence.
A moment later, she came back in the bedroom. "Well, she wants to stay, Jeff-so I guess you'd better go.
"Alright," Jeff nodded, "But first-the money-remember ? "
"Didn't I pay you darling?" she smiled.
"No, darling, you didn't," he said emphatically.
"Silly of me, I'm just getting forgetful," she said, going over to her lock-box, opening it and giving him the money.
Jeff had gotten dressed, so when she gave him the money, he tucked it in his pocket, thanked her, and said, "I'll be seeing you, baby-and thanks for a good time!"
"Aren't you forgetting something, Jeff?"
"I didn't bring anything," he said, wondering what she could mean.
"You forgot to kiss me goodbye, darling," she said softly. Jeff went over to her, and a sadness gripped him as he looked into the wrinkled, old face of the famous actress.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, and kissed her.
"Take care," she said, as he walked out the door. And as he walked by Lucille, he said quietly, "Be good to her!"
"I'll try," she assured him quietly, and then her eyes fell on Claire who was coming toward her.
"Baby, let's go to bed-you need to get some sleep."
"But, I'm not sleepy, darling-I'm thirsty."
"No more, tonight," were the last words that
Jeff heard as he walked down the hall to the elevator.
As he walked out of the fashionable lobby with its crystal chandeliers, its blue carpeting, its glistening white walls, and its canvas canopy at the entrance, he mused to himself-how many people on Park Avenue are happy?
Outside, the doorman hailed a taxi, and he sped back to his pad in Greenwich Village. He couldn't wait to get back to see Jan. She was refreshingly real. He knew now why he liked her. There wasn't any of this ego-crap he'd had hurled at him all night long.
The only problem, he thought, is New York Traffic. It didn't seem to move tonight. It was raining, a slow drizzle, enough to slicken the streets, and frighten drivers into going at snail's pace.
"Can't you step on it?" he asked the taxi-driver.
"Look, buddy, if I'm not going fast enough for you, you can get out here, okay?"
"Okay," he snapped, and he got out and headed for the village through the rain.