Chapter 3
Gogi and Greta stirred in their drowsiness and instinctively their hands searched for each other. Soon their mouths met in a satisfying kiss of joyful anticipation of things to come on this sunny morning. Gogi's fingers clasped round a tittie and she milked the still sleepy gland with a practiced stroke. After a very few pulls the soft mass of seductive flesh began to harden so she shifted her fingers to its mate.
As soon as she had both titties hard she reached for the huge growth of cunt hair that she loved so well and running her fingers through the silken forest she soon came on to the limp clitoris. She kneaded the clit between her thumb and first finger and that organ began to harden.
"Are you going to rape me this early in the morning?" Greta asked.
"I guess I will. It's my turn you know. The last I remember last night you were fucking the hell out of me. It's a damn good thing you are a woman or I'd be pregnant now. I can still feel your gism in my pussy. What a lay you gave me, darling. Now it's my turn to lay you. Are you almost ready?"
"Oh yes! Give me what I want, Gogi. Fuck me good. I'm always ready in the morning," Greta whispered back at the enroused girl beside her.
"Turn over on your tummy, I want to rub my pussy into your ass."
Greta turned over and waited for the fuck she knew was coming.
"Unless you want me to fuck you with your own come I'd better go to the bathroom and clean up. I'm really dripping with your cream Greta."
"If you go I'm coming with you, remember what we used to do in the good old days before you got married, Gogi?"
"I sure do and I was going to suggest we do it this morning, come on, let's go, I'm really ready for some hot sex!"
The two beauties hopped from the bed and almost jumped into the bathroom. The bathroom floor was covered with a heavy shag rug and the long shaggy nap of the rug felt comfy to Greta's back as she stretched full length and awaited her first shower of the day. And what a shower it was to be, a shower of steaming hot piss from Gogi's pussy.
Gogi stood over the prostrated golden goddess of sex and then squatted just over her face. Greta looked up at the cunt that was still oozing gism, gism that she had her self deposited last night when she had fucked Gogi. Gogi felt the warmth of her piss as it funneled its way from her bladder to her tiny piss hole located in the furrows of her vagina and then when it spurted she directed the flow into Greta's mouth.
Her piss had a tart taste and the left over gism made it taste all the better to the sex craved Greta, as she avidly swallowed the golden jet stream from her lover's hot box. The steaming stream splashed and splattered over her face and ran in golden rivulets all over her upper torso, soaking her titties with its shining elegance.
Gogi pissed and pissed and Greta drank and drank until there was no more piss in her belly. Then the girls reversed their positions and Gogi drank Greta's exquisite cunt wine. It was hard to tell which girl enjoyed it the most as both were obviously drinking each other as if it were nectar from the Gods.
The moment Greta's huge pussy was empty the two queens returned to the bed where they instantly went into their practiced sixty-nine position and they licked and lapped and sucked at each other until both were clean of every semblance of pussy piss. Only their saliva remained on their sleek skins and it was then that Gogi began to fuck Greta in the ass.
Greta opened her ass crack as wide as she could and Gogi plunged her quivering cunt right into the crack. Like a mouse trap Greta snapped her ass cheeks together to hold the furry vagina firmly in place. Now Greta began to rotate her ass counter clock-wise to the direction of Gogi's cunt and it wasn't long before Gogi's pussy was hard and ready to pop its load.
Sleep had re-charged both girls and Greta too was hot and anxious to climax, so she prevailed on Gogi to let her turn over and fuck her in the pussy. With a love born of compassion and mutual appreciation for each other the hot Gogi gladly acquiesced and so the two cunts fucked each other just as last night, only now Greta was on the bottom.
They came together once more and once more they fucked on and on until they'd spent the last possible drop of gism they possessed and then they fell into each other's arms as their two soaking cunts relaxed along with the rest of their bodies. A short snooze and they were as good as new and ready to fuck again or to talk.
"Why don't we call the commodore up and invite him back. There's a lot more I want to know about the Ponyboy operation," Greta suggested.
"Good, call him right away. I feel sure he'll come," Gogi replied.
The handsome young official was there in a half hour and he was delighted the girls had met him in their altogether. He was clear headed today and the beauty of the two naked girls hit him like a sledge-hammer. Even in his most erotic and exotic dreams he had never seen female bodies like these two right in front of him. He took a seat and waited for conversation.
"Why don't you strip down. We feel embarrassed," Gogi urged.
Jordan quickly stripped and the girls noted the semi-hard prick was ready for them as soon as they were ready for it. Gogi passed out some drinks and three nude sex maniacs drink to each other's health and happiness. Soon the drinks were replenished and emptied again and Gogi made her move.
"We'd like to hear more about the Ponyboy clubs and the Ponyboy chief, Mr. Sestor."
"What do you want to know in particular?" Jordan asked.
"Well, for one thing you mentioned Mahatma Ghandi in reference to Sestor. What did you mean?"
"Sestor professes to believe that sexual love is an expression of man's carnal lust, the same as Ghandi believed. Ghandi also believed that seminal fluids should be retained by man in order to increase his brain power. Lastly it was Ghandi's habit to sleep with several women at once every night, never having sex with these women, but only resting his body amongst their bosoms.
"Sestor is known to sleep with several Ponygirls every night, but no one has proven or disproven his sexual habits. The Ponygirls who sleep with him either won't talk or they have nothing to talk about. He is a true mystery in this department. I hope that clears the subject up."
"Yes it does and I agree with you. He is mysterious. But you say he is stupid?" Greta queried.
"I mean that he is a total boor. His conversation is stupid. He is generally an awkward, ugly, degenerate old man and someone who has to be basically evil, as he has given many youngsters a false impression of life."
"I think the world would be better off without Silly Sestor, don't you agree, Commodore?" Gogi added, as she thought of his loud parties that had disturbed her sleep.
"Hell yes the world would be better off. Think of the thousands of innocent young girls he's turned out to prostitution. Somebody oughta knock the dirty bastard off," Jordan replied, with obvious distaste for the subject.
The group were on their third drink by now and Jordan was sporting a full hard on by now and he had lust in his heart for sure. The girls saw this and they decided to find out just how hot he was.
"Commodore, won't you J8in us two in the bedroom? We're sort of excited at your beautiful, big hard cock. Come on, we're ready," Gogi said.
The threesome moved into the bedroom and the girls put Jordan in the center of the bed with his feet close to the foot of the bed. Jordan's prick stood up like a flagpole, a thick pole with a huge bulb of dark purple flesh, sheathed in a scabbard of soft pliant white skin. The naked girls began his seduction immediately.
Greta covered his almost panting mouth with her moist lips and brushed his chest with her hard titties. Gogi kissed his swollen balls and her titties pressed against his thighs. Jordan had never had two girls at one time excepting for the evening before and he still wasn't over that incident. Today it seemed the two sirens were even more attractive and more desirable.
Gogi took one ball at a time into her hot wet mouth and gently bathed the testicles until they almost burst wide open with their painful load of gism. Greta brought her lips to his hairy broad chest and there she sucked at each male teat until they were needle point hard and paining him as much as his balls were. Now Greta flattened her tongue wide and lapped at his belly button while her titties were spread on either side of his stiff prick.
Now Greta's long and snakelike tongue descended to his flaming penis where she pried and probed into the sheath of silky flesh and where she lapped and licked and at his white prick-cheese that had formed between the sheath and his ram-rod. Then she began to take long tongue and lip strokes from the base of his cock all the way to its crest.
The boy was ready and Gogi was ready. Nudging Greta aside Gogi again mounted his prick and began to fuck the boy with all her skill and energy. Just a few seconds of this sultry, sexy fuck and Jordan blew his load, a load of pent-up passionate gism. Me came and came and when his cock went limp he knew that he had the best fuck of his life.
The girls arose from the bed, feeling they had given him his due. For them it had been strictly a courtesy fuck and they were glad it was over. Jordan too saw that the party was at an end so he took a shower and returned to the sitting room to join the girls who by now had donned their hot pants and halters.
"I brought some information about the Ponyboy Club for you girls to look over. It's stuff I picked up last night on my way home, maybe you'll be able to get a better insight into your neighbor," Jordan said as he handed Gogi some advertising literature and a slick fancy brochure.
"Thanks so much, you're a peach," Gogi exclaimed.
"That's nothing for what fun I've had here, I hope you invite me back again," Jordan said as he was leaving.
"Thank goodness you met that charming boy. I think we know enough right now to do something. Are you still serious about giving him his just treatment, Greta?" Gogi asked.
"I'm thinking very seriously about the whole plan. I've never been in the U.S. before and this might be an opportunity for me to kill two birds with one stone. And I mean that word 'kill" literally," Greta replied.
The girls looked at the advertising pamphlets and the brochure and they were amazed at what they read. The pictures showed seemingly beautiful Ponygirls in the briefest of costumes. The costumes were made of silk and designed to emphasize their titties. The general impression one got looking at the costumes was that these Ponygirls could just shake their shoulders and the tiny, fluffy costume would fall off.
It seemed that the little ponytails every girl had attached to her ass was an invitation to pull the tail and see what would happen. The costumes were all the same color ... red, but the ponytails were a contrasting white. These Ponygirls purveyed one thing ... sex, but it was done in a very innocent way. Burlesque shows had been closed over more modest dress as being obscene. This Sestor had a good thing going, sexy, but not naughty.
Even before Greta finished reading the Ponyboy 'blurbs' she knew that Sylvestor Sestor was going to be sacrificed, in fact he might be her most satisfying victim. He was arrogant, no doubt rich, extremely evil and the greatest bore she had ever heard of. She would have to invent a way of getting to the man and that could prove difficult.
There wasn't a chance of a mutual friend introducing them, they were worlds apart socially. She couldn't and wouldn't just barge in on him. She knew nothing of American customs or culture other than what she had heard in conversation. She really had only three things going for her, money, her regal beauty and she spoke English.
"How in the world are you going to meet this lout?" Gogi asked.
"Perhaps I'll go to Chicago, become a Ponygirl, get promoted to the Stable and take it from there, how does that sound?" Greta replied.
"It sounds to me like a very adventuresome and dangerous thing to do, isn't there a simpler way?" Gogi answered.
"Perhaps there is, but offhand I can't think of another way. If I work it right I should be able to do it in a day or two once I get to Chicago. And my plane is waiting for me right now out at the Miami airport. Let's telephone the Chicago, office of Ponyboy and find out when Sestor is due to return there," Greta suggested.
"Capital, I'll ring them up right now," Gogi said as she reached for the telephone.
Her call produced results. Sestor was to be in Chicago the next day. Greta telephoned Commodore Jordan and was advised that she could go anywhere as long as she remained within the continental limits of the U.S. and that she should leave an address where she could be reached. This last requirement appeared difficult at first, but Gogi's brother was the English Consul in residence for the City of Chicago, so it was arranged for her to stay with him.
"Tell me, Greta, have you ever had a normal intercourse with any man, I mean ever?" Gogi asked as she studied this astonishingly gorgeous girl.
"Of course not, Gogi, but I haven't given up hope. My fondest desire is to find the man that can take me. If that ever happens I know the evil demon inside me will flee. Then I'll be a normal person."
"Well, at least you are highly selective with whom you fuck. It could be that Sestor will be the man. Why were you so curious about Mahatma Ghandi?" Gogi asked, intrigued at Greta's situation.
"Ghandi was a sexual freak, perhaps a bit like me. He let one of his parents die in a room only a few feet away from where he was fucking, nobody knows how many young girls the man did away with and the doctors say that he had mixed up genes, the same as me. If this Sestor is really a true devotee of Ghandi's philosophy he might prove interesting."
"When will you leave for Chicago, darling? I can't wait to see what happens, I'd love to go with you if Tudi would let me. Shall I ask him if he'll let me come along?" Gogi asked with animation.
"Please do, why don't you telephone him right now?" asked Greta.
Gogi got her husband on the telephone in Nassau and between her and Greta they convinced Lord Rice that they wanted to do America and that Chicago was in the center of the country. And that as her brother was there everything would be all right. They'd only be gone two days anyway.
Two hours later Gogi, Greta and four personal maids were airborne over Florida en route to Chicago, the Ponyboy headquarters. Gogi's brother, Bill met them at Meigs field, a private airport located on the shores of Lake Michigan. On the way to the Consular residence Gogi questioned Bill about Chicago in general and he gave them an accurate description of the city.
"Chicago is known throughout diplomatic circles as a Shanghai Post, a place to be sent when a man needs punishment. The climate is strange, it has winter and August and it is always windy. Some call it 'the mistake on the lake' and that is a good definition.
We have no social life, no theatre, no sports, no nothing in fact. We read a lot, watch television a lot and we keep writing home to our friends at court trying to get re-assigned."
"You make Chicago sound very dull, Bill. Is all of America that bad?" Greta asked.
"New York is a bit like London, Greta. There are many Europeans coming and going in New York. And of course there are parties and balls going on all the time over there. We fly over at least once a month. I'd say when you leave New York in this country, you're in trouble."
The girls had framed a story to give Bill as an excuse for visiting Chicago and they were hoping he'd accept their reasons. Greta, who knew Bill only very casually was to be writing a short story about the Ponyclub and she was to get some background on the operation for her story. True, it was all very farfetched, but the end justified the means.
"Have you heard of the Ponyboy Club, Bill?" Gogi asked.
"See that skyscraper just ahead. Notice the sign on top," Bill said and the girls observed a very tall building with a blatant sign perched atop reading, PONYBOY BUILDING.
"One can't live here without hearing of the Ponyboy Club and the famous Ponygirls. Coincidently, our upstairs maid is an ex-Ponygirl. She got too old for the job and now she works for us," Bill continued as they drove past the huge, impressive multi-storied building.
"I'd like to talk with her if possible. She could give me some good information for a story I'm going to do," Greta said.
"No problem at all. Betty is home now and she'll hi' glad to talk about her experiences I'm sure," Bill replied.
As soon as the girls were settled, Greta called for Betty and she was a bit surprised to find Betty was a black girl from Jamaica, a Britisher, like herself. Betty may have been too old for the Ponyboy Club but she certainly hadn't lost her youth as yet. She was a very beautiful jet black girl of about thirty years of age, nicely built with full busts and a rounded ass.
"Betty, we understand you worked for Sylvestor Sestor, is that right?" Greta asked, as she made Betty comfortable in a side chair.
"Yes mam, I worked for Silly for five years right here in Chicago."
"I'm going to do a story about him and the Club. If you'll give me some information about the organization I'll pay you $500.00."
"I'll be glad to give you any information you want, Miss Linstrom. I only ask your word that my name will not be used," Betty replied.
"You have my word that you are safe with my friend," Gogi said.
"Thank you, Lady Rice, what do you want to know?" Betty said.
"Just tell me whatever you know is a fact about Sestor and his club, or I should say clubs. There are several of them, I understand."
"Yes there are Ponyboy Clubs all over America and there are a few in other countries. They arc-all run the same way though. Any man can be a member by paying $100.00 initiation fee. All members have a ponyboy key which lets them into any club no matter where it is. Regular members have a plain key, special members have a gold key," Betty began.
"what is a special member?" asked Greta.
"A special member is any man who has passed an exacting test to prove he is wealthy and that he would never expose the true inside operation of the Ponyboy Club. Before he is issued a gold key he must have the Ponyboy Club doctor perform a vasectomy," Betty answered.
"What on earth is a vasectomy?" Greta asked.
"It is a twenty minute surgical operation performed on a man's scrotum. A small section of the tube which transports sperm from the testicles to the semen reservoir is removed which eliminates all possibility of causing pregnancy. It does not interfere with sexual activity, nor does it lessen his discharge of semen," Betty explained.
"Why is that so important?" Greta pressed with interest.
"Old Silly figured that out to protect his members. No Ponygirl can ever sue a gold key member and claim he made her pregnant. You see he runs the clubs very scientifically from every angle," Betty said.
"So it appears, but why don't all the members submit to vasectomy?"
"Because only the gold key members have the privilege of fucking the Ponygirls. A girl that fucks a regular member does so at her own risk and if she's found out she'll be fired instantly. However any girl that refuses to fuck a gold key member is fired instantly as well. A girl gets a minimum of $200.00 for every gold key member she fucks and of course she often gets a good tip.
A Ponygirl only needs two or three gold key dates a week to make good money. The real reason I was fired was that I wasn't getting enough dates. You see these gold key Ponyboys want very young girls. When a Ponygirl passes her 25th birthday-she sort of drops out of demand. I worked till I was 27 and was lucky to last that long," Betty detailed.
"How are the Ponygirls recruited?" Greta asked.
"Some come in through other girls' recommendations. I sent over 50 Jamaican girls to Silly. Others apply through newspaper ads that Ponyboy runs regularly. All the girls are checked out very carefully for YD and for their general attitude. 90% of them come from small towns all over America. As soon as they are accepted they're put through a training course."
"What kind of course do you mean?" Gogi interjected.
"Well, most of them have to learn how to make up their faces, how to walk and how to talk and things like that. If a girl is obviously sharp she can go straight to work her first night. All they have to do is to serve drinks or be a hostess. It's really simple work and the best ones go right to the Stable," Betty went on.
"What's the Stable?" Greta asked.
"The Stable is located in Sestor's home and there are about 40 girls more or less in the Stable at all times. All of these girls have been hand-picked out of the thousands of Ponygirls. They are girls who not only have outstanding physical qualifications, but who are super-skilled in providing sexual pleasure for the Gold Key members. They are the girls who put on the private Pony-Pussy shows."
"What is a Pony-Pussy show?"
"The girls call them Freak shows. They are really just stag shows. For instance, three or four girls go down on each other at once, or a show might have men and girls, or sometimes there are animals involved. The Freak shows mean more money to a Ponygirl and there is great competition amongst the girls to be in them.
There are several specially decorated rooms in the Stable called Pony-barns where the Freak shows are put on. A Gold-key Ponyboy can arrange any kind of a show he wants, the more participants the more he has to pay. A top Ponygirl can make a lot of money if gets enough of these Freak shows. When I first started I was in the Stable and I made a lot of money.
One night I got a $5,000.00 date out of a Freak show. He was a big man in Chicago's syndicate operation and he was a very intelligent man. He explained more about the Ponyboy operation than I ever learned working there. He said the Ponyboy clubs are the most sophisticated whore operation since the time of King Solomon, who had ten thousand whores working for him."
"Tell us more about this syndicate man, he sounds interesting?"
"He said the whore-houses in Chicago had always been controlled by the politicians, but that after World War Two the federal government insisted on collecting income tax from the operation and that temporarily slowed down prostitution altogether in Chicago, at least until the syndicate accountants figured out a plan that finally evolved into the Ponyboy club.
Complete records are kept of salaries and commissions of all the Ponygirls and the income tax is duly paid to the federal government. Monies paid for prostitution are called 'commissions for special services' and in that way everyone is protected, the club and the members. All this sounds elaborate and complicated, I know, but actually it is quite simple. It is really just wholesale prostitution done in a legal way.
One federal law prohibits sending girls across state lines for prostitution but somehow this law is never enforced against Ponyboy clubs. In fact the only problem Ponyboy clubs ever had was in New York City where they had to make rather expensive arrangements with the New York syndicate before they could operate.
Ponyboy rates are much higher in New York but they do plenty of business there, but all the top action takes place right here in Chicago in the Stable, because it is only here that Goldkey members can sleep, eat and fuck all under one roof. Members come into Chicago and sometimes stay for several days just running amok with sex and booze at the Stable."
"Does Sestor ever attend these Pony-pussy shows?" Gogi asked.
"I've never heard of Silly going to a Freak show. He's freaky enough all by himself. He lives like a whore, sleeps all day in a Very special water bed with at least five or six girls and does his work at night. Sometimes he travels in his private jet plane, but mostly he is a mystery to all the girls. He's a real creepy person to be around. I can't stand him.
Silly puts on TV shows and generally hosts the important Gold key members. Some of the members are movie stars. Some are members of the Communist party. Some are business tycoons. Many are local politicians. All of them though have unlimited cash to spend and all of them will pay huge sums for privacy. They get super privacy and super sex at the Stable.
The syndicate controls the Playboy club so tightly that there has never been a shred of scandal about it since they started several years ago. Right now Sestor is the top 'showcase Wasp' in America. He owns billions of dollars of real estate and of course owns all of his clubs and his resorts. The public think Silly is a genius but he's really just a front for the syndicate and he probably is paid a salary and an expense account."
"I want to see his operation from the inside. How would I get a job as a Ponygirl, under an assumed name of course?" Greta asked.
"Just go to the executive office in the Ponyboy building and tell them I sent you. I've sent a lot of girls over there and they trust my recommendation completely. Only please don't use my name in your story."
"Don't worry, Betty. I'll protect you all the way. Do you think the office is open now, I don't want to waste time getting to my story?"
"Sure it's open. I'll call them and tell them you're from Nassau and want to work. They'll hire you right away and with your looks you'll go straight to the Stable I'm certain. Shall I call now?"
"Please do, Betty and thank you very much, you're invaluable."
"Greta, I want to go with you. This all sounds so adventuresome and intriguing, would you mind?" Gogi suggested with a pleading tone.
"Of course not, you be Sally Evans and I'll hi' Jan Olson."
Betty telephone her friend at Ponyboy, gave out the two assumed names and made appointments for one hour from then. Gogi and Greta, now Sally and Jan, donned their most seductive 'hot pants' costumes and were soon on their way to the Ponyboy main office.