Chapter 2
The music got faster; the girls whirled and twirled; broke away and came together, bent down from their knees and shook their round asses to the rhythm of the hot band. The sweat began to stream down their satiny skins and suddenly they stopped and pulled Jordan to his feet between them.
"Take off your pants and shirt, your clothes are too rough," and the girls stripped the boy down to his shorts.
Now Greta embraced the excited boy from the front while Gogi embraced him from the back. He was sandwiched between two of the loveliest girls in the world, feeling their titties against the bare skin of his chest and of his back. Their hard teats felt like needles and their vibrations passed right through his own body, inciting his lust to kiss and love either one of these delectable goddesses.
In a desperate lunge he hugged Greta closer and searched for her half parted lips, she responded warmly, their tongues meeting inside their wide open mouths and the sensuous french kiss made his prick pop right out of his shorts. Gogi reached down for the rigid tool and she wrapped her fingers around the pulsating prick.
And with her other hand she slipped Jordan's shorts off. Now her bikini top and bottom dropped to the floor. Greta followed suit so that the 'dans a trois' was done in bare skin. The girls moved slowly, sensuously and relentlessly toward the huge down filled sofa where all three eased into a prone position.
Now the girls began to tongue bathe the sex crazed boy and they did it with the same skill and loving care that they used on each other. The saliva drenched lips and tongues coated his face with woman wet until his eyes were glued tight with the sticky hot mouth water and then they licked and lapped under each arm and down the sides of his chest and then up to his hardened male titties. Around and around their tongues circled his teats, until the pain was almost unbearable for the convulsing boy. Now Gogi's head dropped to his belly button where she kissed and sucked at his tender indention, leaving a pool of saliva before she began to suck at his pubic hairs.
Jordan's balls were swollen to the bursting point with his hot gism and his prick was straining and bucking to unload its load of love juice. At last Gogi began her long licks and laps along the length of his cock and his groin seemed to tighten like a bass drum in the hot sun, all the while the luscious Greta was locked with Jordan in a french soul kiss as she rubbed her huge titties over and over his throbbing titties and chest.
Sensing that he was more than ready to come Gogi straddled the enlarged penis and thrust it deep into her flaming hot cunt. Her hips began a slow series of up and down convolutions and her cunt lips squeezed his stiff prick with all their might. Jordan too was pumping his ass up and down in a matching tempo.
Jordan's body received a thunderbolt of passion. From his toes to the top of his hair he shivered and trembled and then spasmed from deep inside his loins. His prick lips parted and a stream of creamy hot gism poured out and into Gogi's pussy. He jerked and reared and shook and his brain was filled with blinding flashes of electric shocks.
As soon as she felt the last wiggle of the still hard prick, the black haired Gogi slipped his prick out and ran to the bathroom for her douche. Greta though kept kissing and fondling the boy's head and hair in a soft and soothing way meant to calm him and yet to keep him interested in pursuing the three way fuck.
"Let's have a drink and a resbit old bean, what say?"
"Great, I could use one. You girls sure taught me to dance in a hurry. I never even knew I could dance," laughed Jordan as he accepted a fresh cold gin and tonic.
"We liked it too, maybe we should dance all night," Greta replied as she raised her drink in a toast to the still panting boy.
Gogi's voice rang out from the bathroom, "Come on in here, you all, a shower will do us all good."
The three splashed and played in the shower for five minutes and finally all were refreshed and ready to go again if need be. The girls of course wanted to get much more information about this odd character who was their undesirable neighbor. So far, they had learned very little that could help them plan attack. Back in the sofa now, Gogi asked, "You must know a lot more about Sestor. Why don't you tell the whole story, we're very curious, you know."
Jordan, now refreshed and with visions of spending the night with these charmers decided to expand all the way and give them the real lowdown on old Silly. He knew the story well, having been the chief investigator in Chicago. The drinks relaxed him and cleared his memory so that he recalled most of the details of that sordid case.
"To begin at the beginning we have to go back several years. The Mafia in Chicago had accumulated a tremendous reservoir of cash, cash that went unreported to the Internal Revenue Service, but none the less cash which should be working. Of all the fields available to them that could produce a good flow of money, prostitution seemed like the best.
The federal government had cracked down on all of whoredom, not for moral reasons, but specifically because there was no way they could collect federal income tax on the business. The Mafia were well aware of this fact and it was up to them to circumvent the tax angle in a safe, legal way, a way that could operate real big on a national basis.
"High level meetings were held in Chicago over a period of a year before a formula was devised. After accountants and lawyers had agreed to the formula, there was still another step ... to line up politicians on the national as well as the local level ... this they did easier than was expected.
"The plan was simple and complete. First a pornographic magazine; next a private club patterned after the notorious "Kitty Davis" club; then open more clubs and resorts all over the nation and anywhere else that was Mafia controlled. The infamous "Kitty Davis" club had been open to the public and ran very successfully until the Feds cracked down on them.
"At 'Kitty Davis' club the customer found a bar on the main floor, a floor show on the second floor and a whore house on the third floor. Gambling was available on all three floors and the whole place crawled with cute little hookers who could be had only when they received the OK from Kitty herself. The club made a ton of money over a period of years.
"A search was instigated for a 'showcase wasp', a man who had no previous criminal record and who was stable, sober and talented in the pornographic business. Sylvester Sestor was a newcomer to Chicago just then. He had arrived from the hinterlands with two things, a talent for drawing pornography and a reverent devotion to the philosophy of Mahatma Ghandi.
"The Mafia screened him for months before they put him charge of their ambitious program. He was made for the job, stupid as any plow-jockey, but without any bad habits. He never seemed to go for sex; he never drank, he didn't vaguely know what was going on, nor was he curious. He was named the founder and publisher of the slick porno mag called Ponyboy, a rag dedicated to the masturbators of America.
"There has to be a lot of men who enjoy curling up with an obscene photo or drawing in one hand while they jack off with the other hand because Ponyboy reached a circulation of millions within a very short time. In fact, Ponyboy is the biggest selling magazine in America today. The stories are written by degenerates who accept pay from the mag and the Communist party, the photos are what you call 'superimpositions', that is they take three or four nude photos, cut the best feature of each girl out and past the conglomerate together creating the illusion of one perfect naked girl.
In any case, shortly after the mag got rolling good they opened the first private club patterned exactly after Kitt's old operation. Gambling and prostitution flourished throughout the club. Membership is and was restricted to males. The hookers act as cocktail waitresses and hostesses and are called Ponygirls, they dress in provocative little costumes and all have a miniature pony tail stuck on their asses.
"Ponygirls come in all sizes, shapes and colors. Exotic Chinese girls, black skinned negresses, olive skinned latins, tall, short, thin or fat. All the Ponygirls have a chance to meet prospective customers while on their job. Any girl who is exceptionally expert in the sexual department or especially beautiful is automatically promoted to the 'stable'.
"The 'stable' is located in a swanky section of Chicago and it is there that real parties take place. Old Silly rules over the 'stable' with a calculated conscience. If a girl gets out of line in any way she is fired on the spot. If she stays in line her job is safe until she reaches 23 or 24 years of age. Seldom does a Ponygirl remain past 25.
Ponygirls are available on a national basis for conventions, sales meetings, or just regular orgies. There are thousands of them and they all make money, a lot more than their kind made before whore houses were outlawed. The whole set-up is an American phenomena and one of the best incomes in the entire Mafioso.
Sestor's name appears on many real estate transactions, hotels, country clubs and even apartment houses. As long as he is clean he is a tremendous asset to the Mafia.
"There are a few details I've left out but you've got the general overall picture of the Ponyboy operation. Basically it is sex, Sestor and the Mafia. I notice you have some telescopes trained on their house, do you ever watch them, Gogi?"
"Well, I do sometimes but it's the same scene every night so I've tired of watching. Let me get you another drink and then you take a look."
The naked boy with his now semi-hard prick took the drink and peered through the glass at Sestor's house. He saw an ultra modern mansion surrounded with tropical shrubbery. But from his vantage point he could see inside the shrubbery to a huge swimming pool with a bar against the wall of the house. The powerful glass brought the scene very close to his eye.
Well out of earshot the two naked girls had eyes only for each other. Greta's cunt was twitching at the thought of once again fucking the glamorous Gogi and the time they were wasting with this boy only delayed her. She reached for Gogi's breasts and gave each of the fully packed melons a tiny squeeze as she whispered, "Gogi, darling, I'm suffering. Let's let the Commodore go home."
"Oh yes, honey, he must go. But we'll have him back tomorrow. You need more information about Sestor, don't you think?"
"Tell him your husband is due back. He'll travel but fast."
"See anything interesting, Commodore?" Gogi asked.
"I see about ten girls lounging around the pool and about four middle aged men drinking and talking to the girls. The girls are typical Ponygirls. Without their costumes they are quite plain looking. One has a good set of titties, a couple of them have cute faces, but all in all there isn't one real beauty out there. Seems they are all wearing wigs."
"That's what I mean when I say it's a boring sight. The people are actually very ordinary even though they are always naked. The men with their big bellies are ugly. Can you recognize Sestor over there?"
"Yes, he just came out to the pool. Would you girls like to see him?"
The girls ran to the telescopes and stared intently at the poolside scene. A skinny, balding, middle aged man with a pipe in his hand wearing nothing at all had joined the group. His limp prick dangled amidst his scraggly crotch hair and his shriveled balls flopped as he walked. He certainly wasn't much of a figure, but the Ponyboys and the Ponygirls were fawning over him from the minute he stepped out.
"Sestor must be that skinny one," Greta said. "Right, he's the one without the big belly," Jordan replied.
"How old do you think he is?" Gogi asked.
"He's about 55, more or less," Jordan replied.
"Really, he is nothing more than a male Madam, wouldn't you say?" Greta said as she coolly appraised the odd looking Sylvestor Sestor.
"You could say that, but I think he's just a dummy front for the real brains. There has to be some plenty sharp people behind the Ponyboy operation. He's strictly an image of clean sex," Jordan answered.
"Oh dear, my husband is due back very soon. He's spent the day in Nassau. I completely forgot. We'd better get out clothes on," Gogi said.
With that announcement Jordan quickly ran to his clothes and was dressed in seconds. The girls disappeared into the bedroom where they put on hot pants and blouses before returning to the sitting room. Jordan was anxious to go for several reasons. He didn't want it known he had been there and his wife was waiting dinner at home for him.
"I'd like to see you girls again real soon, maybe you'll be home tomorrow," he said as he was approaching the door on his way out.
"Definitely, you're invited. We want some more of you. Come anytime you can make it, we'll be alone all day," Gogi answered as Jordan left.
The moment Jordan closed the door the girls dove into each other's aims and their embrace was close and complete. Mouths met with lips spread wide and the two tongues flung at each other, their titties crushed against each other. Their cunts met and pressed hard through their hot pants. Their legs and arms entwined round each other's body with octopus like strength.
With their eyes closed tight the girls savored the taste of each other's saliva, their tongues touched and searched within their mouths, running in and out and around their moist lips. The soul kiss continued for minutes before they realized they were wearing clothes, but then the confining pants and blouses were dropped in seconds.
Now the two sleek sex bombs were naked and their flesh felt ever so good to each other. They were the same as they had been the last time they were together, loving each other with all the desire and passion that two women can display when they are true sex worshippers. Hands roamed down to asses where the rounded buttocks were squeezed and gently pinched.
Gogi's feet moved slowly toward the huge double bed in the bedroom and as she moved Greta moved with her. Never did the two break their hot french kiss. They moved as one person all the way to the bed where at last the two lovers finally lay closely together pressing their lust filled bodies closer and closer together.
Greta had always played the part of the man and she played it well. She had the gift of great imagination and she had the physical organs to put her imagination to work. From birth she was blessed with a clitoris so extraordinarily long and full that nurses always had to look twice when changing her diapers to make sure she was a girl. Her clit now had developed to the size of an infant boy's prick.
Gogi's most satisfying climax had happened whenever she had been fortunate enough to enjoy that female prick inside her cunt. Many a night she lay with her husband and dreamed of Greta and her clit. Greta used her clit so expertly that it proved beyond a doubt that it isn't how long or big a prick is, it's how the prick is used. Very few men understand that.
"Darling, let's smoke some pot. I've got some Ganchi, fresh from Jamaica. Open the drawer next to your hand. There's a lighter there too."
"Gogi you are wonderful, I haven't had a good stick of pot in ages. Here take a light," Greta replied as she placed a marijuana between her lover's lips. They would share the stick together.
Gogi drew deeply on the pungent weed and held the smoke for a bit as Greta covered her lips with her parted red lips, then she puffed the smoke into Greta's mouth, where Greta re-inhaled the drag into her own lungs. One stick, two sticks and finally the third stick were shared before the full effect of the strong grass took its full impact.
Now the girls were floating on air, air that was warm and safe and filled with romance and love, love that only two people who can share a total orgasm at the same time know. They gazed into each other's eyes, each enjoying the beauty of the other and feeling the quiet urgency of sex all through their genitals. Pussies were already wet, assholes were throbbing and clits were twitching and begging for love.
Silly Sestor and his sordid little Ponygirls and degenerate Ponyboys were entirely out of their minds. Their minds and bodies were here, right here, almost mentally inside of each other and they were both in a seventh heaven of true sexual bliss. Greta pulled Gogi's body to the lower half of the bed as she shifted her own body behind Gogi's head.
Now Greta looked down into Gogi's face, a face that exuded sex and love. Her lips were half open, her eyes wide open and her dainty nose quivering as the woman smell of the gorgeous blond creature above her was beginning to drift out from the damp armpits and into her nostrils. Greta stared with admiration at this love of hers and wondered how she could live without having Gogi beside her always. Just these dreams of hers separated them. Otherwise they would surely have lived together as man and wife.
Gogi's green eyes were flecked with shafts of gold and it seemed to Greta that the eyes pierced her own huge blue orbs so that she had trouble in withdrawing from the long look of love. At last she did and then she focused on Gogi's breasts, two huge mounds of pliable hardness and as white as the driven snow and capped with dark circles from which there protruded two spike-like teats.
Greta's eyes now roamed downward where she saw the copious cluster of black cunt hair that completely hid her pussy, the pussy she knew was wet and hot and ready to be sucked and fucked and loved as only she could do. Her own pussy was dripping and the wetness tickled her inner thighs as she was on her elbows and knees behind her lover's head.
Greta's tongue slipped through her moist red lips. It stretched to its full length and then it began to flick at the Madonna face below. The humming bird speed of her tongue was an art she had developed over many thousands of horns of practice and the lovely Gogi had longed for that fantastic feeling for a long time. Now she could feel the tongue on her eyes, on her nose, inside of her widened nostrils and finally over her lips. Her own tongue flashed out to be loved with this fabulous vibrating motion that only Greta could produce and the thrilling result raced through her tongue and right into her brain. Her brain told her that this was so far superior to any loving she'd ever had that she should try to make it last forever.
A few minutes of this delightful mouth to mouth fucking was all that either one could stand so Greta moved her speeding fork underneath Gogi's armpit and this motion brought her own sopping bush of armpit hair right in line with Gogi's mouth so that now both girls were lapping and licking and sucking at each other's musk filled armpit hair.
Saliva and sweat quickly matted each other's underarm hair and the little trickles of hot overflow ran down Gogi's upper breasts. Greta went to the other armpit and sucked and licked at that equally good tasting hidden part of the gorgeous black haired Gogi. Gogi's face was smeared with her lover's woman's wetness. The heavy smelling sweat and her own saliva and sealed her eyes closed tight. She wasn't interested in seeing anyhow; she was only aware of her feelings. Sex is something done with taste and smell and electricity, never with sight.
Now Greta began to love Gogi's left tittie and as she did she swung her own right melon smack into Gogi's face, the meetings of tongues and titties was perfectly executed, it seemed the female body was constructed solely for the perfect matching of mouths and sexual organs. Greta's tongue kept up its lightning pace matched only by a hummingbird's wings. It danced around and around the pulsing tit-tie.
Gogi though, while not as expert a lover was certainly enjoying herself with Greta's bust. Her tongue lapped and licked and her lips sucked and squeezed all over Greta's right tittie until the beautiful melon was dripping and throbbing with lust and saliva. When she sucked at the huge teat as she would suck at a cock she knew that women were ever so much better to love than men.
Greta trailed her flicking, flashing tongue across Gogi's cleavage and into her right tittie as she moved her own untended left tittie into Gogi's mouth. There the two duplicated their ravenous meal as their passions grew stronger and stronger. By now Greta was stealing little glimpses of Gogi's crotch cluster and she shortened her tittie loving to get further down her torso.
Now both tongues were buried in belly buttons and Greta's huge growth of cunt hair tickled Gogi's nose as she revolved her tongue deep into Greta's perfect little miniature cunt. Her belly button even had a sort of cunt smell about it, Gogi thought as she whirled and twirled her tongue and sucked the pretty hole to a 'fare thee well.'
Greta spread her thighs, moved downwards four inches and as she did the sex crazed Gogi opened her saliva and sweat coated eyelids to peek upwards at what was just three inches above her face. She saw Greta's long blond cunt bush in all its glory, hair that extended the four inch distance to her face and was now brushing her face gently. Wherever her eyes searched she saw the forest like blond hair and in the lower part of the forest she saw the open 'trench like' cunt.
The cunt seemed to be breathing and the cunt lips seemed to be calling out to her to be kissed and loved. Even the round little second sex hole seemed to be moving in and out and ready to expel a fart. The piece de resistance thought of the whole gorgeous crotch was mounted atop the heavy cunt lips. Buried in hair but still visible because of its size was Greta's clitoris, an organ of love that Gogi's cunt cried for.
Greta's clit was at least two inches long and at least an inch in height when hard, which it was right now. Her ejaculation channel was lipped just like a man's prick and when she climaxed it was only slightly different in feeling from that of a man's cock. Gogi stared transfixed at this super-human set of genitals above and a shudder ran through her as she recalled how many men had died from its astonishing death-grip.
Gogi's thoughts didn't last long on that macabre subject. Her senses wouldn't let her. The very presence of Greta's fragrant cunt musk in her nostrils drove every thought but sex away instantly. She sniffed at the delectable love organ and her mouth watered to taste it. It looked so good and it smelled so good and it was all hers to love right now.
Greta lifted her elbows and placed them between Gogi's warm thighs. Then she eased the thighs apart and pressed them upwards so that she could reach Gogi's tender little asshole with comfort and ease. Gogi's asshole was hairless and the round little shit hole seemed to pucker up with the expectation of a kiss. Greta hoped she would get more than a kiss.
As Greta moved forward her own thighs opened and with that her cunt lips split open revealing her dark pink depths and as they parted a delicious whiff of inner cunt fume was released to the panting Gogi's pleasure. Gogi's hands reached down and up to grasp Greta's titties which were pressing on her abdomen. Her fingers fondled the heavy hard hanging mounds and she could feel their sweat soaked slipperiness drenching her hands as thought they were playing underwater in a pool.
Both girls were now in fact perspiring from the warmth of sex and the closeness of the room and their bodies touching and rubbing felt almost as if it were just a single body, so much were they in love with each other as well as in love with sex. Both girls were contemplating each other's ass holes now and it was Gogi who pleased Greta first.
Gogi's pretty little puckered ass hole drew in a trifle and then expelled a tiny love fart. The odor was the odor only a beautiful woman can exude. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't acrid. It was a deep soft and sexy smell and Greta knew she must respond. She contracted her loin muscles which drew her buttock slit inwards; then quickly released her loin and presto, she puffed out a fart for her lover below her.
Now both girls began to suck and lap and lick at each other's assholes until the shit holes were shining with saliva. And then almost in perfect unison the girls inserted their fingers into each other's tiny holes where they frolicked at each other, teasingly and tantalizingly their fingers slid in and out as they gently revolved their fingers round and round the tiny little orifices.
Greta crouched lower, her cunt split wider and came right to Gogi's lips that were also split wide and hungry to taste the honey dripping pussy, without removing their fingers the two girls began to love the little strip of flesh that separates cunt from asshole on every girl. Pursing their lips the girls sucked at this little cord that sent its vibrations both to the cunt and to the asshole, sucking and licking and lapping they dallied over the little island of genital flesh that served no purpose but was so cute.
Both cunts had been flowing with pre-come juices for what seemed hours to them. Greta's hot juices dripped into Gogi's mouth and Gogi's lubing fluids had seeped down to the bottom of her pussy where they overflowed into the creek of her ass. Neither girl wasted a drop of this delicious imitation come. It was tasteless but it was warm and wet.
Now both tongues began to really eat cunt. The first tongue to cunt contact was at the very bottom of each vagina and from there the progression was toward the clits. The slow rhythmic tongues bathed every fold of the inner cunts and every speck of the outer lips, lapping and licking and sucking and probing and flicking and pressing mouth lips into cuntlips as though they were performing mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Now both clits were as hard and stiff as steel and bursting with gism and spasming with sudden shots of electric voltage that spread from their groins throughout their entire genital area. Their mouths were filled with a mixture of sweat, saliva and pussy juice. Their assholes were sucking at their fingers in twitching desperation and tingling passion.
In a moment of heated forgetfulness Gogi plunged her tongue deep inside the mantrap cunt of Greta's crotch and in a flash she could feel a sharp pain as the cunt walls closed tightly around her tongue. Only with a forceful jerk was she able to keep the cunt from sucking her tongue right out of her mouth. Greta had no control over those muscles and had warned Gogi many times to be careful of inserting any part of her tongue inside there.
Licking, lapping, kissing and sucking the lady lovers played on at the game of sixty-nine. Clits were near bursting. Teats were on fire. Eyes were closed tight. Mouths were gobbling and savoring cunt and both brains had long since passed into a state of the highest degree of lightness and desire for release from the painful grip of unrequited sex.
So far neither girl had touched the other girl's clitoris, but now both laved their drenching mouths over their female cocks and the real fun began. Sucking ever so tenderly at the throbbing clits the girls slid their tongues around the length and breadth of each other's 'man in the boat'. Their torrid tongue tips pressed simultaneously at the wee little gism holes nested so deeply in the hard pink girl cocks and when they moved the slightest bit it seemed as if the two would explode like a firecracker.
Suddenly Gogi's thighs began to close on each side of Greta's head. They closed slowly but steadily and with the power of a hydraulic press until the pressure on Greta's head told its own story. Gogi could hold out no longer, her ass cheeks squeezed together with such force that Greta's finger was pushed out of her asshole and caught in the crevice of her ass though it were in a vise.
Gogi's loins tightened. Her titties tightened, her mouth wanted to bite Greta's cunt right out of her crotch but she instead merely spread her lips to the breaking point and pressed against her lover's organ with all her might. From the deepest recess of her womb to her tightly compressed asshole she felt the liquid fire of sex burning. It seared from every direction and all the paths converged in her white hot clitoris.
Greta too had reached her peak of passion at the same instant and her pricklike clitoris burst its dam to flood Gogi's mouth with its treasured cream of cunt just as Gogi shot her geyser-like stream of gism into her sucking mouth. The girls drank gism like a trooper drinking beer, sucking and swallowing the precious life making gism with its exotic smell and taste.
The second climax followed the first before the first was over, or perhaps neither girl stopped coming. In any event, gism spewed and sprayed from clit and cunt until the girls had more gism inside of them and on their faces than they had in their cunts. The ravenous cuntlappers sucked and sucked until they both fell away from their cunts to catch their breaths. And as they parted Greta made up her mind to fuck Gogi right now.
Greta hoisted her six feet of loveliness over Gogi's body and dropped her still hard clit into Gogi's cunt as she received Gogi's kiss on her parted lips of slippery gism. Their tongues entwined and locked in a soul kiss fraught with demanding passion and their titties were crushed into pancakes from the fierce embrace and then Greta started her fuck.
She inserted her clitoris just as a man would insert his penis, straight between the trembling inflamed lips of the cunt and she pumped her ass up and down exactly as a man would do but with one big difference that only a lesbian knows about. On every insertion and on every withdrawal she swiveled her ass so that the effect on Gogi was the same as though she was masturbating.
The kiss and the fuck and the after feelings from the pot made the union a living, throbbing, pulsating blur of sex and love that drove both females right out of their minds. Fuck, fuck, fuck and then fuck some more the cunts seemed to be chanting to the rhythm so perfectly tempoed by the expert Greta. The girls fucked and french kissed until this time they did collapse in each other's arms to sleep in peace and to dream sweet dreams of each other.