Chapter 11
"We have a packed house," Van said to Jill. "Look through the flap in the curtain."
She took a deep breath and lifted the peephole cover. The long glass runway seemed to extend for miles into the darkness of the comfortable bar. Around the edge of the gleaming stage ran a padded roll that the dancers lay on when the acts got down to show pussy time. Underneath, the edge of the runway cut back in a sharp V, so the soft upholstered chairs could be rolled under the bar edge. Ail the men had to do was lean over, and there was the girl's open cunt, waiting to be eaten!
"I'm so darn nervous, I feel like I have to go pee, all the time," Jill muttered. "I don't think I can do it. Look at all those men sitting along the bar edge. Waiting for me."
Van grinned at her. "First show jitters," he commented. "They'll go away when the music starts and you get out there and start moving. If all those eyes bother you too much, just pick out one man and play to him. Ignore the others. You're going to do beautifully."
He patted her bottom and stepped back to admire his choice of costumes, for her.
Jill nervously ran her hands over her breasts. "Do-do I look okay?" She was wearing a jet black velvet gown that covered her body completely. Gold pumps with high heels peeked from beneath the hem. A concealed zipper ran full length down the front of the tight fitting dress. Her hair was brushed loosely. It fell in golden waves around her flushed face. The high color of her cheeks contrasted with the somber blackness of her gown and the excited sparkle of her blue eyes.
She lifted the curtain flap again and searched for a man to play to. "Who is that handsome guy at the end?" she asked Van. "The one with iron grey hair and the huge diamond ring on his right hand?"
"Aha! That's Tony Moranga," Van told her. "A regular. One of the richest contractors in town. You could do a lot worse than getting him interested in you."
"He's my man," she told herself. "Weil ... now or never!"
Van smiled and pushed a button on the control console. The faint beat of drums sounded through the bar. Jill heard the murmur of male voices beyond the curtain. She could feel the air of tension build as the men quickly settled in the leather chairs along the runway's edge.
"You're on!" Van told her. "Give 'em a hot one."
Jill took a very deep, shaky breath and stepped out on the lighted glass stage. She heard an immediate, low rumble of approval from the all-male audience. She faltered for a moment, and then smiled and tried to pick up the slow, horny beat of the music. She held her eyes on the man she'd picked to concentrate on.
As she strode back and forth on the bar top, her breasts jiggled beneath the concealing velvet of her gown. Her golden shoes and white ankles flashed in the glow of the foot light. Underneath her dress she was stark naked. And shivery! Jill could feel her pussy trickling juice down her shaking thighs. Her cunt felt hot and squishy.
After two trips along the gleaming glass, she got into it. She smiled sexily at the men, pausing longest in front of Tony. Her hand found the tassel at the top of her zipper. She stopped pulling when the gown was halfway opened. Her full breasts shone in the pale gold light, hiding and then revealing themselves as they swayed and bobbed in the open V of her dress.
She could feel the animal heat radiating from the packed roomful of men below her in the semi-darkness. Their eyes never left her slim figure. They burned into her flesh. Her hands lifted her boobs out of her dress. Her fingertips brushed over her erect nipples. The throaty male sounds that Jill heard made her face flush, and brought her hand back to the zipper tassel.
She glided to the end of the bar and stood swaying in front of Tony. Her eyes caught his. She teased the zipper down. His eyes followed her hand. They stopped on her golden cunt, when her fleecy pussy hair was exposed by the parting gown. Jill felt her cunt twitch, inside, and flow faster than ever. Her pussy juice gleamed wetly. She reached down and parted her lips, just a tiny bit. The moist flesh of her juicy cunt invited every eye to rivet in the narrow slit between her ivory thighs.
Jill stood still and let the gown slither down her body and fall in a tumbled heap around her feet. The wave of applause beat against her chest with almost physical force. The men pulled their chairs closer to the runway's edge. More than one man reached inside his fly and pulled out an erection. Her nude body glowed gold. Alive!
Jill did a slow turn, in front of Tony, and then gracefully lay down on the padded edge. Her legs slowly opened and lifted, exposing every inch of her wet cunt to his hot eyes. She cupped her hot snatch with her hand, and let her middle finger slowly penetrate her smooth cunthole. She finger-fucked herself with tantalizing slowness, her teasing finger shining wetly in the golden glow of the lights.
Jill lay on her back, resting on her elbows. She moved closer and closer to Tony, her cunt lifting and falling as she moved her hips as though his mouth was already covering her cunt and sucking on her clit. Her eyes closed, dreamily. She rotated her hips, pretending she was responding to being hungrily eaten. It took no imagination on the part of her male watchers to picture themselves lying prone on her beautiful body, fucking her cunt, or eating her hot box in a wild sixty-nine.
Jill moaned with excitement when she felt two warm hands brush over the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs. Her legs parted. Tony's mouth settled between her shaking legs as his hands pulled her body to the very edge of the stage, her legs draping over his broad shoulders.
Jill's swollen breasts rose and fell more and more quickly as his tongue dipped into her moistness and raised high in her slit to graze lightly over her erect, throbbing clitty. The other men seemed to vanish into the darkness of the bar. Her heart was pounding against her ribs, even faster than the throbbing beat of the drums.
It was impossible for her to lie flat on the smooth warm glass. She trembled from head to foot. Her hands reached for Tony's wavy grey hair. Her fingers interlaced in his silky thatch, pulling his face closer to her cunt. She moaned loudly, feeling her strong cunt muscles contract and squeeze tightly around his probing tongue.
When the heavy contractions of her first orgasm made her skin flush and her body shake like an autumn leaf, she was aware of the sexy rumbles that issued from every male throat along the bar. The music stopped completely. The tiny, ecstatic whimpering pleas that escaped her lips carried to the farthest corner of the packed room.
"Eat me! Eat me! Lick my clit. Lick me. Lick me. Mmmm."
Her thighs closed around Tony's head, muffling the sexy slurping of his probing tongue. Only Jill's voice could be heard, pleading for another climax, urging him hotly to suck her, to bite her, to chew on her swollen cunt lips. When her second climax ripped through her body and her heels beat madly on his back. Those nearest her rose to reach for her breasts, to stroke her silken flesh, to probe into every opening of her shaking body.
Tony released her and settled back into his chair, licking his wet lips, watching other tongues sweep over Jill's superheated skin and drive her from one smashing orgasm into another. They moved her down the length of the bar, one man after another taking her cunt in his mouth, probing into her tight asshole, licking and sucking on her inflamed nipples. When the last man had released her, Van pressed the console buttons again, raising the lighting and shifting the mood of the music. He swept through the stage curtains and lifted her to her feet. The applause broke in thunderous waves! Jill managed a weak smile, leaning heavily against Van's strong body,
"Oooo, Van," she breathed shakily. "I've never ever experienced anything like that. Hold me close, or I'll fall right down on this stage."
Her eyes sought for and found Tony's. He smiled at her, and beckoned to one of the topless waitresses. He handed her a card and pulled her down to brush his hand over her full breasts and whisper in her ear.
Van smiled at Jill. "Looks like you'll have a caller tapping on your dressing room door. You were fantastic, Jill. Any woman who can make Tony go down on her in front of all those men has to be someone special to him."
Van was right. The waitress handed Jill an embossed card and delivered his message, her voice edged with jealousy. "He said to tell you his driver will call for you, here, around midnight. Lucky bitch!"
Jill was ready when the uniformed chauffeur called for her. She wore her stage gown and surrounded herself with clouds of expensive perfume Van had given her. She watched the city sweep by the wide windows of the limousine and marveled at her good luck.
When the front door of the mansion opened, Jill blinked in surprise at the boy standing in the doorway. He was a younger Tony. In every way except his hair was jet black.
"Come on in," he smiled, reaching for her hand. "Dad asked me to tell you he will be home in about an hour. Late business, somewhere. Drink?"
He escorted her into a huge living room and pressed a crystal goblet of champagne into her hand. He chatted easily with her, assured and confident for his age. His hand rested on her leg. Jill guessed he must be about sixteen.
After the third glass of the sparkling wine, her hand was softly stroking over his fly. She felt his cock straining against the imprisoning fabric.
"My father told me you have the most beautiful cunt he has ever seen," he said quietly.
"If you would like to play with it, I can't think of any reason to object," Jill whispered. "That is ... ah-if your father thinks you are old enough for pussy frigging."
He grinned and reached down to slide her gown up her slim legs. "My nurse took my cherry when I was eleven," he smiled. "And taught me how to eat a pussy. You can tell me if she did a good job."
Jill leaned back and stretched her arms along the top of the long sofa, feeling her cunt throb and itch the way it did when she saw the boy's father sitting at the end of Van's bar. She was relaxed and at ease, and a little drunk. Her pulse beat strongly in her temples.
He slid to the floor in front of her and parted her knees. The heady fragrance of her hot pussy drifted to his nostrils. His touch on her skin was exactly like his father's. Jill's box got hotter and hotter. Her thighs parted easily. She slid forward on the soft cushion. Her heels hooked over the cushion edge. She heard him draw in his breath when his eyes saw the moist tangle of her golden cunt hair.
Jill unzipped her dress, revealing her glowing, naked body. His skin grew flushed. His breathing quickened. His hands trembled as they brushed over her. Jill's hips lifted her hot cunt up out of the softness of the cushion. She felt his warm breath against the wetness of her open pussy and waited, eagerly, for the touch of his mouth.
His finger found the exact center of her snatch. It grazed over her upthrust clit and trailed slowly down her soaked slit to probe inside her clenching fuckhole.
"Aahh!" Jill sighed. "You finger me like your father. If your tongue ... ummmmm ... yes, you do. You lick me the same way, too. Oh! You suck me the same way. That feels heavenly!"
Jill's hands reached to clasp together in back of his head. His mouth moved slowly on her, up and down and from side to side, his tongue sweeping broadly over the slick hot smoothness of her cunt. The beat of drums began to echo again, inside her head. She could feel, again, the exploring hands of the men in the bar.
"Ummm, little Tony!" she cried. "Suck my pussy! Lift me up. Lick down a little lower. Oooo, yes, yes, yes! Lower ... God, your nurse must have been one horny female."
He drew back and turned her over so her writhing body draped over the cushion edge, her knees touching the rug. His hands spread her hot ass cheeks. She felt his breath on her tight brown hole.
"Mmm, baby! That feels so wonderful. She must have been ass erotic, to teach you how to lick an asshole. Push your tongue inside, farther. Farther! Mmm, have you got the touch!"
He rolled her over and over, along the length of the couch, opening and closing her legs, licking hotly on her rigidly stiff clit and then deep into her butt hole, touching every inch of flaming flesh in between. Jill shivered from one tiny climax into another, squeezing her tender boobs, moaning and thrusting her ass back at his probing tongue. He refused to let her have a full orgasm. He kept her right on the verge, sucking and stroking her cunt and fingering her shit hole and finger fucking her soaking snatch.
It seemed to Jill she could feel the heat from another male body. She opened her eyes to see the boy's father standing watching his son eating the cunt of the woman he had found at Van's club. He was smiling like an indulgent parent, but in his hand was a thick, long, and very hard cock, already dripping fluid from its broad tip.
He did not say a word. He undressed slowly, folding each garment he removed and placing it on the sofa arm. His son pushed Jill down on the couch, full length, and crawled between her legs to suck hotly on her squirming pussy. Tony stood next to her head, lifting his heavy cock to her open mouth and smiling when her lips closed around the wide head. He moved closer to her. He slid his thick dork deep down her throat. Jill choked and cupped his heavy balls in her shaking hands, pushing him back a little. She sucked hungrily, nipping and teasing her teeth along the smooth strong shaft. She felt little Tony's hands tug her hips up out of the depths of the sofa and spread her thighs creakingly wide. Inch by hard inch, Jill felt the boy's rigid dick penetrate into the silky hunger of her twitching cunt.
No one said a word. The house was absolutely silent. Only the soft, sexy slurping suction of the hard cock fucking her cunt, and the slushy sounds of Jill sucking on the tool gliding in and out of her mouth could be heard in the huge room.
She eased him out of her mouth, gulping for air. She felt like iron bands were woven around her chest. The room had grown hazy and blurred from the furnace heat of her lust for the two cocks that were driving her mad with desire for just one huge, wipe-out orgasm. But both men were skillful at bringing her right to the very edge and then easing off their deep thrusting so that her big climax still eluded her.
Her trembling hands jacked off Tony's rigid rod. Her hips rose and fell against the thrusts of the duplicate cock of his son, fucking her cunt into a white froth of churned cunt cream that streaked the pink flesh of the young boy's dick. Tony reached down to hold her head up so she could see her cunt lips part and squish together again when his son drove his cock deeply into her hole and then pull out completely, to waver in the superheated air between her thighs and then move forward into her clasping fuckhole again. Little Tony reamed her, steadily, rocking her hips up to meet every push of his throbbing rod driving her crazy with its relentless penetration and its steady rubbing against her flaming, tormented clitty.
Jill realized she was in the hands of two true cunt masters-a father and son team that she had never dreamed of being lucky enough to find. Two fantastic fucking cocks to handle, all night along. Two!