Chapter 1
Sucking her clit or-what was it, her thumb?-Jessica James fizzed off in orgasmic dreamland. Her nipples were hot, hard. The joy juices ran from between her legs.
Yes, she could nearly feel the cock. As though one were actually roving in her clover.
And the other prick.
Rooting up her ass.
Fucking Jessica James.
The Jessica who was the dark-side Jessica. Who did what Jessica never would.
Trussed up in leather bondage.
Bare but for her flowing hair.
She had been stripped.
And was now being whipped.
The leather lashes bit again and again. Eating into her bonded hide.
Taunting her inside and out as hooded monks and nymphet nuns in miniskirted habits applied the cats-of-nine-tails to her titties and buns.
Now the shadowy figures of Jessica's vision shifted their shapes.
For a moment, Jessica's ghostly lovers assumed the dramatis personae of a Classical Greek vase Jessica had seen in a museum. A torrid trio of two long-pronged satyrs and a raging nymph.
Two taut twangers tamped Jessica in the mouth and cunt. The drool spattered from their lascivious lips onto her ass cleft.
The nude vixen jerked off while she watched.
The electricity of Jessica's orgasm blinded her. The fantastic players assumed new poses. New costumes, new roles.
An office party.
Or something akin to an orgy, really. The news manager Alexander had his pants off. He was yanking his twanger. Waving the cock at Jessica.
And the secretary Sylvania-exotic, erotic in lowered tights.
She seemed to wear a working dildo.
But it was the long dong of Roger the reporter. Sticking through her legs from behind.
As he humped through her rump.
Buttering Sylvania's quim lips.
And there was the haunch of the new girl in the office. Smack up against Jessica's face.
Jessica could barely remember the new girl's name. But she thought she had a good read on what her body looked like.
And of her likes and dislikes.
She was a party dyke.
Cock tease to the men.
Flirty with the women.
Dirty with them both.
The fragrance of piss perfumed Jessica's nostrils.
And, yes, she could almost taste the sparkling waters spray across her tongue.
Dashing out from the splayed cuntlips that opened in her mind before her eyes.
And from the purple-tipped penises that flashed alternately with bejeweled jizz.
The depth of Jessica's orgasm was scarier than she had ever before encountered.
At least while jerking herself off in the women's room during her coffee break.
Jessica rolled down the top of her thick sweater to cover her tits.
Slid the slim mini-vibrator from her cunt and turned it off.
She rose from the commode.
Wiped the scum from her underbelly with wads of thin toilet tissue.
As Jessica finished pulling up her moist panties and lowering her skirt, she flushed the wadded-up. scum-soaked tissue down the toilet. She took a cigarette from her purse as she replaced the small dildo within.
Lit the fag and plugged it into the side of her yip. Took a deep hit.
And went fuck-blind for an instant.
Before she recovered her mind.
The door to the women's room squealed open. The voice of the new girl, Virginia Marie Rowe-who had made a point to tell Jessica that she called herself Ginger May-was unmistakable.
"Hey, doll-you inside?"
"I'm making a pee-pee. That okay?"
"Where-? Oh, I see you in there. Sure you weren't getting it on with yourself?"
"Ha ha ha."
"Just a joke. But no joke. I do it to myself on occasion. Just between us girls."
"Really?"
"What do you mean-really !"
"I meant--uh-not by yourself. You know, this is a kind of public place."
"Yeah, cutesie. 'Fraid so. I don't let that inhibit me. Adds an edge to it, as a matter of bodacious fact."
Jessica opened her eyes wide. So, she wasn't as alone as she had thought.
"Don't look so surprised, Jessica. Nobody can ever, like, really catch you at it. Think about it. Not like a guy with a big prick sitting in there wanking it."
"Huh. Guess you're right."
"Say, Jessica. How's the scene hereabouts-in regards smoke?"
"What?" Jessica said.
Jessica stood over the sink and adjusted her makeup.
"You know-reefer. Locoweed?"
Jessica slashed a look at the other girl out of the corner of her eyes.
"I don't know, Ginger May. It just never came up. At least as far as I know."
Ginger May withdrew a thinly rolled cylinder of paper from her purse.
Stabbed it into her yip.
She flamed it on a lighter.
"Think it's fresh?" Virginia said.
"Fresh?"
"Yeah-fresh. As in cool, chilling."
"Oh. I just don't know those words. I guess it's okay to smoke in here. I do. But only tobacco."
"I hope those dweebs in the office don't get too lurched out. I was actually told not to get high on the job at the last place I worked-can you imagine? Bunch of assholes."
Jessica sniffed the air as Ginger May sucked in. Watched her tits rise.
"So, Jessica. How do you like the dudes herein?"
"In the office?"
"Same."
"They're okay, I guess."
"Well, it's my first day on the job, I know. But I think they're all married, mutant, or gay."
"You're right," Jessica snorted out.
Her tits jiggled as she scattered snot while trying to stem her laughter.
The other girl patted her back.
"Chillout."
"Thanks, Virginia Marie."
"Sure, toots. But, like, I beg you to please crash the Virginia Marie, won't you? How'd you know that was my old moniker anyway?"
"Ginger May, you said your name was. So I just thought it might be funny to-"
"Sorry. But I have no sense of humor about my name."
"Just because it sounds like you're supposed to be the Virgin Mary?"
"Almost, doll. This dudesse was named after a great aunt who wound up a lesbo nympho."
"So?"
"Hey-that's fresh with me too. But, like, I want to be free to be myself."
"So-what's in a name?"
"Well, Jessica. Why not change yours a little? Jessica James. Why not Jessie?"
"Oh, I thought of that. But Jessie James-it just isn't me."
"Well, Virginia Marie isn't me, either."
"I see."
Jessica bent into the mirror.
Jabbed a fingernail into the corner of her eye.
"Here, Jessica. Let me help."
Ginger May curved her body behind Jessica's. Took a drag on her locoweed cigarette. Stuck it into Jessica's mouth.
Jessica clenched it in her teeth as Ginger May held open one eye and blew on the crinkled eyelash caught near the tear ducts.
"Sometimes it comes out easier if someone else does the work," Jessica said.
She felt the softness of Ginger May's breasts on her back. Sniffed something akin to snatch.
Felt Ginger May's cuntmeat abut her rump.
She nearly believed the clit would nudge in from the rear.
Clit grown large-into cock.
Jessica unthinkingly pushed her ass back.
Hit Ginger May in the crack.
"Oooooh! You moved," Ginger May said. "How is it now, doll?"
"I-I think it came out."
"Excellent. Say, how do you like that weed?"
Jessica pulled the cigarette from her teeth. It had gone out.
"I didn't-uh-suck."
"I'll relight it."
Jessica tried to take her eyes away from the other girl's flesh. It seemed that wherever it was, whoever it was, Jessica would size them up in her mind as objects of the flesh.
Sexual fantasies.
In the office.
On the street.
Alone or with company.
Awake or between the sheets.
Sexual reveries of all shapes and sizes.
About fucking and sucking.
Stripping and whipping.
Pissing and kissing.
All orifices, all organs.
Mouth, ass, cock, and cunt.
In the back.
Up the front.
But it was only in her mind that she fucked. Only her own slime that she sucked. Thinking.
Of cockthrust and titsuck.
About dudes and dollies.
"Here," Ginger May said.
Jessica took the relit locoweed in her fingers.
"I won't go schizo or anything, will I?" Jessica said.
"I haven't."
Jessica eyed Ginger May warily.
She stuck the rolled cigarette stick in her mouth.
Sucked.
Coughed.
"Take it easy, doll."
Ginger May clapped Jessica's back. The touch felt so good.
Jessica creased her mind. What was it? Was she so desperate she'd do anything for a touch of flesh? Anywhere. Even on her back. Forget about on her tits, her cunny, her crack.
Jessica tamped in the news story via the keypad on the news bureau's word-procesing system. She didn't think there was any effect from the little bit of Ginger May's stub she had smoked.
But the fantasies in her head as she dissociated herself from her mundane work seemed to be crisper. More real. And more unreal.
There were dark faces at the window to the office building.
On one level, they were just the same old guys cleaning the windows.
But on another plane, they were cock-staring mental predators. Grinning prowlers who fucked women with their laughing eyes.
Peeping tomcats.
Glowing eyes taking Jessica in.
Stripping her with those eyes.
Then coming in.
Faces wiping their sticky tongues on her face. Up her legs.
Into her briny slit. Taking hold of the cunthair. Tugging it. Twisting her clit. Strumming her tits.
She saw black masks curved in grins. Curlicue-tipped pecker heads. Her own cuntal smirk. Magnified. Multiplied. Red vulvas.
Lips lined in scarlet cuntlipstick. She was not exactly herself. It was Jessica, but a different Jessica who did this. Who did it for real.
"I want fuck!" Jessica heard Jessica scream silently inside herself. The prickmeat slashed into her freshly shaven quim. Jessica's pussy was acrawl with snippets of scalding cuntcome.
The cockhead hooked out and in.
Then withdrew to the pusslips.
The famished cock pecked her quim.
Her buns boiled as the unidentified masked man thrashed into her.
Fucking the rut again.
And again.
Shards of come blasted into her gash.
She held out her hands and stroked more peckers. Hanging, dangling dongs.
They spurted sperm into her palms.
Come coursed along her arms.
Hit her tits. Sperm seared her face. Laced her dank tresses with slime.
The semen drooped in loops to her tits.
Snapped off right into her quim.
Her body blazed as she swived into orgasm.
She took hold of two twangers and crammed them in.
Up her ass.
Into her yip.
Then another mysterious cock climbed upon her. Fucked away between her thighs. Then tried her navel for size. "Aiiiii!"
The shrillness of her inner voice startled her. Roger and Sylvania stood to her side.
"Jessica," Roger said. "I need some details about censorship and politics. Along the lines of that story about the Ayatollah Khomeini-putting out a contract on Salman Ruslidie for writing that book-what was it?"
"The Satanic Verses," Jessica said.
"Yeah, that's it."
Sylvania hooked into Jessica's gaze. She rolled her eyes at Jessica to indicate that her boss Roger was a little wiped out today.
"Hey, you two," Roger said. "I may well be crazy-but what do you expect? The hours we spend together in this joint are enough to drive anyone right up the motherfucking walls."
The spray from Roger's mouth was loaded with alcoholic vapors.
Evidently, Jessica thought, the pressures could also drive one to drink.
"Just give the files to Sylvania when you're done," Roger said.
He turned his ass toward Jessica. Walked off in a haze of exhaustion and booze.
"Say, old roommate," Sylvania said. "I'm going to miss you."
"I haven't moved out yet," Jessica said.
"Feels like you have."
Jessica began the computerized search through the news bureau's information system. A printer coughed out little snippets of possible relevant material contained in the electronic files.
"Well, you know," Jessica said. "After our last raises we both could afford our own places. We'll still be friends."
"Probably see each other enough anyway."
"Not quite. I know we have had our spats. But girls will be girls."
"You said it. You moving to your new pad over this weekend?"
"I want to repaint it before I move all my stuff in. And I'm having the floors refinished."
"Need some help? Could maybe get Roger and Alexander to lend some brute strength."
"Not that their wives would mind or anything."
"Hey-take it for what it's worth."
"Possession is nine points of the law."
"Then you can get that tenth point from ten different guys. There you got all ten points."
"I'd rather not get mixed up that way with anyone in the office, anyway."
"Smart girl. If you're having the floors done on Saturday-I could come over afterwards and help you paint."
"It might be pretty late. That's why I couldn't get any half-decent painters to show up without automatic overtime."
"Besides," Sylvania said. "If I know you, you probably will delight in being alone."
"Yeah. I like privacy."
"Good luck, kiddo," Sylvania said. "Hey, Sylvania. Is Roger drunk? He isn't usually like that."
"Argument with his wife over the phone this morning. I think she accused him of fucking other chicks. But-hey-I'm sure he was working here all night last night."
"Too bad."
"Not all bad. He made a pass at me a few minutes ago. I hope he tries again."
"Sylvania-watch out."
"Don't worry. I take care of myself. Besides, soon I'll have my own apartment. Won't I? I might take advantage of the privacy."
"If you want, I could sleep over at my new place tonight. I have to be there early in the morning for the floor-refinishers."
"What'll you sleep on?"
"Sleeping bag. It's okay. You know how I like camping out."
"Hmm. If you say so. If he tries again today, Jessica. I'll let you know."
Jessica handed Sylvania the printout references. Watched her tail twitch as she sashayed toward Roger's office.
As Jessica imagined Roger and Sylvania in the midst of an extremely slimy fuck session, she dropped her thumbs to her crotch.
She saw that other Jessica enter into the scene.
Sylvania wrenched herself off Roger's dingdong in the aftermath of cuntcome. Jessica saw her chance.
This double of Jessica lowered herself onto Roger's striding cock.
She bent her face into his and licked out.
"Hmmmm."
"Like that?"
"Best lick in the world."
"Save some for me," the woman who was a match for Sylvania said. "I'll be back soon."
The other Sylvania flew into the bathroom. Looked back at Jessica's skewered quail. Winked.
Jessica rushed into the fuck. Her hips rutted Roger. He fucked right back.
Jessica rode her thighs. She raised and lowered herself on the hog.
Felt Roger's balls bounce with each hop.
Her long hair was slinky with sweat.
As she fucked the cock, she waved her head from side to side wildly.
She whipped her back with her own locks. Slung her wet tresses against Roger's face.
He took hold of her hair in his teeth. As he rutted her from underneath.
She felt his nuts crackle.
The jissom shot up through the neck of his cock.
Blared through the cockeye. Washed her quim with sperm. She held the cock to her. It was still hard. But not hard enough.
With strokes from just behind the head down two-thirds of the way to the root, Jessica jacked Roger to full hardness.
Sylvania strolled out of the bathroom. She had miraculously removed every hair of her body. She was covered in fragrant oils.
Jessica stuffed Roger's pecker back into her twat.
She grew hot.
Was growing hotter.
Her cunny blistered and screamed.
Brewing up a batter.
As Roger's prong made mincemeat out of Jessica's quailpie, Sylvania lowered herself between the two fucksters. She loaded her labia, shorn of hair, between Roger's lips.
As Roger sucked Sylvania's shorn pussy, he stabbed up inside Jessica's thatch.
He drank cuntjuice down the hatch.
Shot off again into Jessica.
Began brewing up another batch.
Jessica slowly inclined her head. She touched the rutting haunch of the hairless Sylvania.
Met Roger's mouth as they both chewed her cunt. Roger down flapped Sylvania's clit.
Jessica slid her tongue into the slit. "Eeeee-augh."
Roger worked back down. Pressed Jessica away from Sylvania's quim.
Jessica chewed bronze-cheeked fanny.
She snorted about the raised rim of the depilated asshole. Lapped underneath at the hanging pusslips.
The woman who was not Sylvania wet her legs. She shot her piss out.
Spattering Jessica's tongue.
Spraying her teeth.
There was a gurgle in Sylvania's belly.
A short burp from her bung.
A crackle of hot air oinked out from Sylvania's blowhole. The fart hit Jessica in the face.
Popped her between the eyes.
"Oh, yes."
"You heard me?" Alexander said. "Oh, yes," said Jessica.
She tried to remember what had gone on in the office routine as she had lost herself in reverie of the double-fuck.
A story had just come in from one of the wire services. One of the few stories that held any fascination for Jessica.
According to the summary, the council of parks and recreation of Coventry, England, had rejected a certain proposal for the celebration of Lady Godiva Day. The proposition had been to initiate a beauty contest for the selection of a Lady for the Day. The pageant would involve women presenting themselves in the flesh-evidently entirely naked except for the option of wearing a long wig.
The winner would then ride naked on a white palfrey through the fairgrounds, mimicking the legendary ride of the original Lady Godiva.
The event had been proposed with the intention of spurring local tourism.
Jessica thought it was a pretty idea.
A dark figure lurched into view. Her eyes glanced off to the side, away from the screen of her computer monitor.
A pair of blue pinstriped pants loomed before her face. The crotch was at her eye level.
Jessica saw, as if pointing straight out from the pants, a big dick staring her in the face. Long, curved, and milky white.
The tender tip of the engorged cock pointed at her teeth.
The sack of ballocks hung low. They waved as the man spoke. "Anything saleable come in lately, Jessica?" he said with weary jocularity.
The prick vanished from Jessica's imagined gaze. She looked into his eyes.
"Yeah, Alexander. Just came in. This story about Lady Godiva here."
Alexander Naismith bent into Jessica's computer-monitor screen.
He grinned as he read.
The lips curved up his cheeks. Rendering his expression, as seen from the side, to the outlive slash of circumcised cockhead.
In Jessica's mind, Alexander's head was a gigantic cock carapace.
His entire body length was the stalk of a man-sized male member.
Alexander represented to her one massive erection from his head to his toes.
She felt the subtle heat of his closeness. Smelled the thin reek of his sweat accumulated during the long workday.
She could almost see his balls-invisible beneath his pleated trousers-swing to and fro as he rose to a stance.
"Cute," Alexander said.
"I thought so."
"Sounds like someone's idea of a joke over there in jolly old England."
"Hmm."
"Don't you think?"
"Well, it sounds like somebody in the council proposed a nude beauty pageant, knowing it would be thrown out of council. I think it was more than a joke, Alexander."
"Yeah? What?"
"It was done with the express purpose of getting this very story out on the wires."
"I see."
"A story like this would get their name in the media. Garner them publicity for the festivities that they are having."
"You think they're that devious?"
"Sophisticated," Jessica chewed. "I think they are both aware and shameless."
Alexander flashed Jessica an easy smile. "That's the kind of piece we could sell as filler to newspapers all over the country."
"They knew what they were doing."
"You are probably right. I was thrown off by the source. If it had happened in California or someplace, I would have jumped on it immediately."
"Well," Jessica mused, "by this point in the evolution of popular culture and communications technology-I think anyplace in the world can become Hollywood for a day."
"To paraphrase Andy Warhol."
Jessica masked a smile. She realized then that she had shown Alexander a touch more perceptiveness than he might have expected from a typical bureau transcription and file clerk.
Alexander was rereading the short piece. "It could use a bit of fleshing out."
"What kinds of files do you need?"
Alexander hit his head.
"My mind's a blank on this one, Jessica. If it were about sports, international terrorism-I'd immediately key in on an angle."
"Want me to see if I can dig up something?"
Alexander hesitated.
Customarily, one did not entrust a computer-file flunkey with anything involving mental processes more adroit than retrieving info. They certainly could not be expected to know what to pull out of the data bank.
That was for reporters to determine.
Jessica found herself saying, "Maybe a bit of historical color-about the real Lady Godiva. We might be able to give it a women's lib slant. But with a difference. We could say we took a poll and found the women were for it and the men were against it."
Alexander cackled.
That last bit of Jessica's was good. Sounded like something he might say.
"Despite what some readers think," Alexander said, "we don't make up this shit entirely. Who would you poll?"
"Oh, the new girl-Ginger May. And Sylvania's a good bet. That's two women. And then you, Alexander. What do you think?"
"Oh, I'm against it. It defames women."
"There we have it," Jessica said.
Jessica could sense his body heat rising.
He threw her a wink as he spoke.
Give it a try, toots."