Chapter 4
The plushiness of the Ponyboy offices surprised the girls, but the interview with the personnel executive didn't. The man took one long look at the two gorgeous sex bombs and instantly knew he'd hit it big. Never as long as he'd been with Ponyboy had he seen two girls apply for jobs as beautiful as Sally and Jan.
Both girls were exquisitely exotic symbols of everything Ponyboy stood for, well spoken, impeccably groomed and most important were the most attractive girls he had ever seen. And the plus was that they came highly recommended. These girls would be happy to fuck when called upon.
Without wasting time he called Sestor personally to report his find. Sestor said to send them right over to the Stable. Important members were there tonight and the girls would fit in perfectly. A big party and Pony-pussy show was to be held and Sally and Jan could be in it. They wouldn't even have to wear Ponygirl costumes as the Pony-pussy shows were all done in total nudity anyhow.
The girls were chauffer driven to Sestor's house, only a few blocks away and they were greeted by Sestor personally. The house was furnished in what Americans call 'regal grandeur,' polished hardwood floors covered with oriental rugs, conservative but expensive traditional furniture. Huge fireplaces and crystal chandeliers added to the solid splendor of the imitation old English decor.
"Welcome to the Stable, girls. I'm Sylvestor Sestor, your host and I hope, your friend and confidante," Silly said as he too did a double take when he looked over these two magnificent new girls.
Greta scrutinized Silly carefully before she replied to his welcome. The man appeared self-conscious as he clumsily waved his pipe about and screwed his face as he talked. His clothes were atrocious examples of ostentation, cut on the American style one sees in the movies. His head jerked as he spoke and he seemed unable to pronounce the simplest of words.
"Thank you, Mr. Sestor, we're here to do whatever you ask of us. My girl friend, Sally and I are quite anxious to please you," Greta replied.
"If she is Sally, then you must be Jan, correct?" Silly said.
"Right, I'm Jan and she's Sally," Greta lied easily.
"We're having a big bash tonight for a very important member. He is so important that I am personally arranging everything for him. He wants to see a 'Pony-pussy' show and if you girls are experienced in such tings I'll put you on. Have you had any experience in this sort of thing?" Silly asked.
"Perhaps Betty didn't tell you but we are famous for our act down in the Caribbean. I play the male and Sally is the female. We do a complete scene of oral love and copulation. Would that be all right?" Greta answered.
"That's exactly what we want tonight. You girls will be fine. Just go into the stall area and a maid will show you where the Pony-pussy show will be held. The maid will help you with anything you need," Silly said as he puffed away at his pipe and grinned his grin which added something to his nickname.
Without hesitation the girls followed Silly's glance to the Stall area where they were met by a cute little black girl who said she was their maid for the night and that their every wish would be quickly fulfilled. The girls entered their Stall and were amazed at the decor of the medium sized room.
Floor, ceiling and all four walls were solid mirrors. There were five plush easy chairs for spectators at one side of the room. A ten foot round satin covered bed was in the center of the room and the bed was rotating very slowly, so slowly that its movement was not perceptible at first. Beyond these sparse furnishings the room was bare. The only visible lighting was a white beam that shone down from a hole just over the black satin covered bed.
"This is the number One stall girls, you're dressing room is just next door, come in and look it over and may I bring you a drink?" The maid blurted out as she opened the door to a room next to the Stall.
"Yes, bring a bottle of whisky and a pitcher of water," Greta said.
The dressing room was luxurious and comfortable, a huge double bathroom opened into the room, two double beds were provided as was a color TV set and an FM radio. The girls relaxed but turned the radio on rather high to avoid any chance that their voices might be picked up by a 'bug. Their whisky arrived and they poured two stiff drinks.
"What do you think so far Gogi?" Greta asked carefully.
"I'm amazed, it's the first real whore house I've ever been in, you know these girls have it pretty good don't they?" Gogi answered.
"Well, I've heard tell of some fancy lay outs in London, but I doubt there is anything approaching this opulence anywhere in the world." Greta replied as she was trying to think of how she could get Silly alone.
"Wonder how long we'll be cooped up here?" Gogi mused as she sipped the whisky and hoped they wouldn't be expected to stay all night.
"I have no idea dear heart, do you have any reservations about doing this 'freak' show, as Betty calls it?" Greta asked.
"Hell no, we'll just fake our climaxes, but otherwise pretend we are making hot love," Gogi replied confidently.
"Fine, I'm sure we can handle the act very easily," Greta smiled.
"The important thing is to get old Silly where you want him," Gogi said as she realized it might not be too easy to do just that.
"We'll just have to play it by ear. We're in this far and we might get all the way if things continue breaking for us," Greta said softly.
There was a gentle knock at the door and Greta called, "Crane in."
"I just wanted to see if you girls are comfortable." It was Silly himself who had knocked and was now standing in the doorway with his pipe.
"We're fine, won't you join us and visit for a moment?" Greta replied, her mind spinning a mile a minute for an opening to be alone with him.
"Thanks, I will, what do you girls think of the placer"
"We think it's assumptions. Do you live here all the time?"
"Yes, I'm either here or in my winter house down in Biscayne Bay."
"Betty said to say 'Hello' to you," Greta continued.
"Betty was a nice girl, tell her 'Hello' for me when you see her."
"Does it make any difference to you if we live outside or do we have to stay here?" Gogi asked, trying to sound very sincere.
"I like to have all the top girls stay here, but that's up to you."
"Well, we can talk about that later," Greta interjected.
"Frankly Jan, I'm hoping you will stay here tonight and in fact I'd prefer it if you don't sleep with anyone tonight, I'd like to have you spend the night, or really I should say day, with me, you intrigue me," Silly said.
"That will be a treat, Mr. Sestor, thank you very much," Greta said.
"Just call me Syl, that's what my best friends call me," Silly replied as he was almost pissing in his pants at the ravishing blond beauty's gorgeous shape and her perfect English accent.
"Fine then Syl, but what about Sally here?" Greta asked.
"Sally can stay too, the more the merrier," Silly answered.
"Won't you join us in a drink, Syl?" Gogi asked coyly.
"No thanks, I never drink, it's against my religion."
"What is your religion Syl?" Greta asked with conviction.
"I belong to the Esoteric Fraternity. It's the most exclusive religious cult in the world. Our prime requisite is "absolute abstinence from sexual activity", we are the Order of Melchisedic as prophesied in Revelations in the Bible. Our membership is very low right now, I'm afraid we're disappearing entirely," Silly answered in a serious tone of voice.
"If your religion ever did catch hold world-wide, then that would be the end of the world, wouldn't it?" Greta pressed on inquisitively.
"That's the bad part and that is why I've been leaning towards the philosophy of Mahatma Ghandi. He followed the same basic beliefs but he did allow for some procreation with certain people," Silly replied.
"But I'd heard that Ghandi liked his sex, he was married I now," Greta said, hoping to catch Silly in some sort of error.
"Yes, he was married but I doubt that he really had sex in his later years. He slept with girls but he felt that he was absorbing a mystical power from them as he slept. Not only a mystical power, but a physical strength as well. He was a strong man to be able to endure those long fasts."
"How soon does the show start?" Gogi interrupted in a bored voice.
"Gee, I forgot all about my important members, excuse me I have to join them right away, I'll let you know as soon as possible when they're ready and you girls can get organized, it shouldn't be too long," Sally said.
After he'd gone Greta began to think about her situation. If the guy was telling the truth, he'd be hard to fuck but she had a woman's sixth sense that was telling her that old Silly was a fraud. His story was too damn pat and she recalled, Ghandi too had been a big fraud, maybe they were alike.
"He doesn't look too healthy to me and he seems plenty stupid," Gogi remarked after she had thought about Sestor's conversation a while.
"I agree, I think he's a fake. In any case we'll find out tonight."
"Thank God, they gave us this bottle. What a terrible way to earn a living. Imagine if we were really whores. I'd die rather than go through this every night. I guess the prime qualification for whoredom is stupidity," Gogi remarked as she took another healthy swig of booze.
There was another knock at the door very shortly and Sestor entered again to ask the girls if they wished to join him and the two important members next door to watch the first two acts of the Pony-pussy show. It wasn't required of them he explained, but if they wished they were welcome to come.
Both Gogi and Greta jumped at the chance to get out of the dressing room, the show might be terribly awful, but nothing was worse than this waiting.
"Thank you, Syl, we'll be right in and join you," Greta said.
The girls entered the blinding darkness of the Number One Stall and felt their way to two easy chairs beside Silly. The two mysterious important members sat on the other side of Silly. Soon the spotlight in the ceiling pierced the blackness and it made a pool of soft light that covered the black satin bed perfectly.
In the center of the bed lay a magnificent black girl. She must have been very young as her titties rose from her torso as if they were made of steel. She had her thighs wide spread and her crotch was clearly that of a youngster. Her pubic hair was shaved and her cunt lips were shining and invitingly open exposing her pink slit.
Silly opened a small cage he was holding in his lap and there was a tiny humming sound in the darkness. Now into the lighted area the girls saw three tiny, brilliantly colored birds, their wings fluttering so fast that they were invisible. As quick as they entered the spotlight they descended on the black body. Two of them flew to her titties and the third flew to her cunt.
All three birds hovered and beat their wings just over the sensitive sex parts of the girl. The sound of their wings was melodious and furious. Each bird was intent on eating at his chosen spot and as they ate the girl became instantly aroused. Within a very few moments the girl was in a state of erotic pleasure, her teats swelled to twice their normal size and her clitoris filled with her come as she writhed in total ecstasy.
Her eyes closed tightly, her mouth opened and closed with the obvious joy of a woman about to climax and her thick black lips slid past each other wet with her foaming saliva, she moaned softly and her breath came and went in little gasps of urgency. Her hips were moving up and down in the rhythm of a fuck.
Finally her belly tightened, her ass rose two feet off the black satin, her fingers went to her head and she let out a low scream of pleasure. The wee little bird at her pussy was showered with her come as it spewed out in a jerking stream of creamy white heat. The little cuntlapping bird fell between her thighs. His wings saturated with her gism, she blushed the two other birds away from her titties and began to milk the love globes with her hands.
At last her trembling body quieted down and Silly had the three valuable birds back in the cage. The girl rose and left with a most contented smile on her face.
"How the hell did anybody train those birds to do that?" One of the men asked of Silly who sat back in his chair completely relaxed.
"The trick is an old Chinese tradition, just a bit of honey placed in the right spots and the woman had an automatic masturbation team working, the Chinese women have many ways to masturbate and some are quite ingenious." Silly replied with a hint of pride in his voice. Evidently this must be one of his big treats Greta thought as she continued to plot Silly's demise.
A maid came in and removed the black satin cover on the bed and replaced it with a new red satin coverlet in preparation for the next act. The participants of the next act were already in the room and as they mounted the bed Greta did an inaudible long whistle. It was because the next act was to be performed by two youths of about fifteen years of age.
The boys were built like men, muscles rippled all over their bodies, they were both black haired with startling white skins. Both had pricks that would please most adult men, both had a serious expression on their faces. Greta was entranced with them both, if ever she could shake the awful demon in her body these would be the kind of lovers she would enjoy. She knew that young boys had perpetual hard ons and she had often had fantasies where she was in bed with six or seven boys just like these two on the bed.
The boys came together in a typical embrace that was so tender and loving that the homosexual angle was quickly forgotten. The spectators were watching pure, unadulterated love and because it was two males made little difference to anyone. Their hands and fingers wandered all over each other's body and it wasn't thirty seconds until their organs responded fully and then it was plain that these two were indeed extraordinary youngsters.
Neither prick had been circumcised and their tremendous tools rose beautifully from their crotches at a forty-five degree angle. The pinkish prickheads peeped from their white velvet sheaths making each cock seem to be something to suck even though the three males were straight as hell. The boys french kissed each other fondly and pressed their peters into their bellies as they stood in their embrace.
They eased slowly down the bed and then changed their positions so that they assumed a sixty-nine position, unlike a male and female eating each other these two went right after each other with the determination of reaching their climaxes as soon as possible. Within second both cocks were deep inside their mouths and they sucked eagerly and expertly.
Their sex seemed crude and immature but male homos are noted for their desire for quick responses. What they lacked in quality they made up for in quantity because it wasn't two minutes until they began to blow their loads into each other's mouth. The white sperm filled their mouths to overflowing and oozed out their lips as they hungrily ate at each other's organs.
The amazing part of this act was the number of times each boy came. Before they were finished the boys must have had fifteen ejaculations apiece and the way they ate the hot gism it seemed they would have liked to double the amounts of come they both swallowed. The act was appealing to both girls, but it didn't do much for the male spectators, perhaps it reminded them of how really crude men are in the ways of sex and love.
The boys left the scene with limp peters dangling between their legs and the maid once again changed the satin coverlet which had a rubber underling, this time the color was pink. The maid brought a round of drinks which was certainly in order, as boredom was setting in for the two important members, the homo show hadn't been too stimulating.
Now there appeared four new participants, two red-headed girls and two redheaded boys. All were nude and it was easy to see that they were all natural redheads because they all had red pubic hair. The girls and boys it turned out were twins, identical twins in fact. They had only arrived recently from Belfast, Ireland. Their act had been presented to the Queen of England only three weeks ago and it was said that the Queen found them devastatingly marvelous.
They paired off immediately and the strange thing was they still looked like twins, if it wasn't for their genitals and the beautiful titties on the girls one would swear it was four identical people. They all had flashing Irish eyes to go with their red hair and all had complexions that were as white as the driven snow.
The two couples lay in the bed and began to pet and love as though they were in total privacy. One girl and boy just as normal as pumpkin pic. So far there was nothing lewd or depraved in the act whatsoever, just a peep at a pair of lovers. The strange thing was the fact that neither boy reached an erection, their pricks remained as limp as dish rags.
Kissing and petting was all there was to be seen and the spectators wondered how this performance could possibly have intrigued anybody, it was a pretty sight as the bodies were all so perfectly flawless, just as though they had been carved from pure white marble. After three or four minutes of this innocent exhibition everyone except Sestor was getting very restless, Sestor though knew the act and he was far from restless.