Chapter 1
V STANDS FOR VENEREAL
His head was engulfed by her big thighs as he wriggled to and fro like a frog caught in the mouth of a giant python. All you could see was an ass and a pair of legs struggling violently in a vain attempt to escape, and then after a few moments the body quivered, sagged, and went limp.
This kind of shit can drive a man out of his mind, he thought, as he hurled the book to the floor and unzipped his fly. He began what he had been doing for the past four months since he came to New York.
Dan Daley was a slim blonde, blue-eyed, six foot college grad who had worked his way up to assistant manager of the Personnel Department of the Fletcher Company in the unheard of record time of four months.
He was going places in the business world, but no place in the social world. That's when he had decided to latch on to Crazy Jack, one of the shipping clerks whom he had overheard in the elevator boasting of all the cunt he was getting. Of course, it could be a lot of bullshit, but on the other hand, he thought, it's worth a try. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Crazy Jack was a short, stocky little guy with a wild look in his eyes, who had the nasty habit of brushing someone's balls while talking to them. Dan would continually have to keep pushing his hand away and reminding him that he was interested only in women.
After picking up the check several times in the coffee shop, with the promise of Dan paying for whatever action could be provided, Crazy Jack was finally persuaded to make some phone calls. Then, with what seemed like hours in the phone booth, with Dan feeding him dimes, he finally came out dripping with sweat.
"We're all set," he said as he brushed Dan's balls with the back of his hand.
"Great," said Dan, stepping backward from those expressive hands. "When did you set it up for?"
"Now," he replied nonchalantly. "Now."
"Are you kidding? We're on our lunch hour."
"Go fuck yourself," replied Crazy Jack as he turned to walk away.
"No, wait!" Dan yelled, as he grabbed Jack by the shoulder. "I apologize. Don't get sore. Just give me a minute to call the office so I can tell them that I ate something that didn't agree with me and being that I don't feel well, I have to go home."
"I don't give a shit what you tell your office," barked Crazy Jack. "If you want to get some hot pussy before it cools off, you better shake your ass now."
Pulling out a dirty piece of paper from his pocket, he scribbled something on it and threw it at Dan, then turned and ran out of the building.
It would be foolhardy to chase after him and try to make him wait, Dan thought, as he stooped down and picked up the piece of paper. Sloppily printed, but just clear enough to make out, was the name and address including the apartment number of where the action was.
Fifteen minutes later, Dan climbed out of a cab and entered the building. He had no trouble finding the apartment. The noise from the hi-fi playing wild jungle music was like a neon sign beckoning in the night. There was no need to knock as the door was partially open.
Cautiously, he walked in. It was a big, dirty looking room with Japanese lanterns hanging from the ceiling and nude pictures of both sexes decorating the walls. In the middle of the room was a large oak table surrounded by mattresses on the floor. The people looked like the League of Nations. Every race and color stood about; some half clad, some completely nude.
All in all, he counted eight males, two of which he was doubtful about because they were wearing dresses and speaking in high pitched voices. The other six were definitely females. He could tell by their heaving bosoms, as they danced wildly in a circle around the huge table, nude.
Dan was taking this all in when a big hand grabbed him by the ass from behind and squeezed like there was no tomorrow.
"Ouch!" Dan yelled, as he whirled around in pain, coming face to face with one of the characters who was dressed like a female.
"You sure have a nice soft juicy ass," it cooed in a high pitched voice. "How about dropping your pants and let us take advantage of it?"
Dan's fists clenched and as he got set to paste the fag in the mouth, he was suddenly grabbed from behind and dragged across the room by a half dozen arms. Struggling furiously, he was placed on the huge table, balls up, with his arms held stretched over his head. He felt his belt being unbuckled and hungry and eager hands began pulling off his pants.
"Isn't it a darling?" said the unmistakably high pitched voice of a fag, and Dan knew only too well what he was referring to.
Suddenly, he felt a wet sloppy kiss flat on his mouth and found himself looking into the heavily made up face of the fag who, only a moment ago, he was going to take a swing at.
"Ugh!" He nearly choked as he jerked his head away in disgust. Then he turned and spit right into the fag's face.
"Why, you cunt!" the fag screeched, wiping the spit from his dripping face. "If it's spit you want to swap, here goes."
The fag gave him a wild look, stuck out his tongue and plunged his head between Dan's helpless outstretched legs. He could feel his balls being manipulated, while a big pair of lips ticked lips embraced his flaccid cock and began playing with it. Dan strained his neck upward, but could only see the top of the fag's head working feverishly up and down.
By now, Dan was the center of attraction. He could see the nude dancing girls standing with some of the males staring in fascination at what was taking place: He tried to scream, but a sharp painful tug at his hair from behind discouraged any further outcry.
The fag's expertly trained tongue worked on Dan's resisting penis. Finally, it gave in and rose to its full height. Dan's gallant fight for control was lost. The fag was completely in charge of his cock now.
Dan's toes began to curl as he could feel the fag increase the speed. He knew that he would be reaching the climax any second now. He braced himself for the explosion when suddenly the fag stopped and pulled his lips off Dan's quivering rod. Dan's eyes nearly fell out of his head.
"Don't stop now!" he blurted.
The fag laughed. "Spit on me, will you? This will teach you."
"No, no," Dan screamed, as he realized that this was the fag's revenge.
"Just hold him," sneered the fag, "and let's watch him suffer."
"You bastards! You dirty rotten sadistic bastards!" Dan heard himself yelling.
"Let's chain him up and whip him," suggested a heavy voice from behind.
Then he heard someone running over to them and shout, "The fuzz! Some nosy bastard called them-" They all scrambled in every direction leaving him there on the table in his degrading agony.
"Oh," he gasped, as he sat up slowly on the table. Then recalling that fuzz meant police, he quickly picked up his pants from the floor and ran into the hall only to hear a woman's voice shout, "It's up there officer."
Dan rushed back into the apartment, locked the door, and hastily got into his pants as he heard the police call out, "Open up in there, this is the police!"
He made his way down the fire escape and from over his shoulder he could hear the door being broken down. After climbing several fences and running a half dozen blocks, he managed to hail a cab and get back to his apartment where he found a note scotch-taped to his door. 'Meet me at coffee shop. Usual time. Jack.'
Dan glared at it and in a fit of temper ripped it off the door and crumpled it in his hand, imagining it was Jack's neck instead of a piece of paper.
"I'll meet you all right," he said aloud, "and when I do, I'll rip your degenerated head off!"
Letting himself into the apartment, he kicked the door shut, locked it, then fell into the bed too exhausted to undress or to relieve himself from that uncomfortable lump that bulged in his pants.
The coffee shop in the Fletcher Building was crowded, as usual, when Dan walked in. After a good night's sleep, and all morning to think it over, he had decided that murder was out, and if he beat the little bastard up, there was the possibility that it could lead to his own dismissal and that was something he was not prepared to risk, after having worked so hard to obtain his present position.
I'll just bide my time, he thought, and at the first opportunity that presents itself, I'll kick that little fuck's ass in.
"Hey, Danny boy," the unmistakable voice of Crazy Jack shouted across the room.
Dan felt every eye in the place staring at him. Oh, how I would like to grab that little prick by the back of his neck, drag him across the room, shove him into a telephone booth, and punch the living shit out of him, he thought.
"Hey, Danny," Jack shouted again. "Get the lead out of your pants and come over here."
Dan blushed as he lowered his head in embarrassment and apologetically pushed past the crowded floor to where Crazy Jack was seated.
"I told you before not to shout my name across the room."
"Oh, stop busting my balls," Jack cut in. "After all I did for you yesterday, show a little appreciation."
Dan's fists curled and his eyes began to blaze. "What you did for me yesterday?"
"Yeah, she was some piece, wasn't she? I took her sister to my place and left her waiting for you, and man, what a build up I gave you. I told her that you have the biggest cock in New York."
"Shhh," Dan whispered as he pushed his face close to Jack's. "Let me get this straight, 226 East 39th Street, second floor, first apartment you hit when you come up the stairs?"
"No, you jerk," Jack cut in. "That's where the screwballs live. You mean that's where you went?" he asked with a look of surprise on his fat face.
"Well, I heard the music and the door was half opened, so I...."
Jack cut in, "You're lucky you didn't get your ass-hole ripped out in there." Before Dan could answer, Jack cut in again, "Look pal, I got something for you that you'll thank me for the rest of your life, but first you got to give me a hundred bucks. I got in a little jam last night."
"A hundred bucks!" Dan's voice rose.
"Look pal," Jack leaned over with a serious look on his face, with his hand tapping Dan's balls in the process. "I got a terrific deal for you."
Dan looked at him skeptically. "When?"
"Right here and now." Before Dan could say another word, Crazy Jack turned to a beautiful looking girl sitting next to him, threw his arm around her waist and pulled her off the stool and into his lap.
"This is Vera. Baby, this is the guy I have been telling you about. So pal, how about it?" he asked in a commanding tone, as he held his hand out.
Dan knew that if he turned him down now he would lose this deal before it even got started. With a painful smile, he counted out two fifties from his wallet and handed them to Jack.
Jack quickly pocketed the money, then getting up from the stool, pushed her toward Dan. "Take care of him, baby," he smiled as he lifted his leg up, dog style, in an unmistakable sexual gesture and called out, "ya hoo!" and left them together. The sign was obvious and Dan blushed a deep crimson.
"Well, I guess that was our introduction," she smiled.
Dan, quickly gathering his wits, thought, okay, yesterday it was a foul up, but today fate is making up for it, as he looked at this lovely suntanned beauty standing in front of him with her long red hair and well stacked bosom bursting with goodies. The white mini-skirt she wore revealed long shapely legs, the kind any man would love to fall in between.
"Oh yeah," he grinned with that big Irish smile of his, "Jack's got a peculiar sense of humor, but he's all heart."
"I understand you're quite a man with the ladies," she smiled, as she looked down at the bulge that was beginning to form in his pants.
Don, embarrassed, quickly turned away, but she reached out with her arm and pulled him toward her. "Look, Dan. If you're a man, don't be ashamed of H. Be proud of it. There's damn few of them around these days. I was going with a fellow for two months and all we did was have conversations until one day I caught him in bed with another fellow. Jack may be uncouth, but he's all man."
Dan was entranced by this beautiful girl's frankness and knew that his luck was changing. "Look, Vera. I have to get back to my office, but let me have your address and I'll pick you up this evening, say at seven o'clock."
"No," she said flatly.
Dan's heart sank as he saw himself spending another four miserable months alone at home playing with his dummy.
"I'll meet you at your place, if that's all right with you." Her eyes locked with his and his heart jumped for joy.
"Swell! Here's my address," he said hastily, but very carefully wrote down his address and apartment number. "Seven o'clock. Okay, Vera?"
"Okay, Dan."
"Well, I have to run," he said as he reluctantly pulled himself away from her beautiful, magnetic green eyes that looked at him with all the promises of heaven on earth.
Dan was so excited that he kept looking at his watch every fifteen minutes. As soon as the clock hit five, he raced out of the office, made a quick stop at the drug store for condoms, and then to his apartment for a quick shave and a shower. Then, donning his fanciest pajamas and a chic black and gold smoking jacket, he sat back on the couch and impatiently awaited her arrival.
It was seven-thirty, eight, eight-thirty, and by now Dan had gone through two packs of cigarettes and almost wore the rug out. By eight-forty, he started thumbing through the telephone book looking for Crazy Jack's number, when he suddenly remembered that the idiot didn't have a phone. By nine o'clock he had decided to pick up one of the girlie magazines and release his tensions. Opening the door for the twentieth time, he looked toward the elevator and thought, well, that's that. You can never figure a broad out.
Walking over to the table, he poured himself a straight Scotch, then from the refrigerator in the kitchen he filled his glass with ice. Returning to the living room, he placed the drink on the table, closed the lights leaving only a small lamp burning, and while sipping his drink with one hand, he ran through the pages of the magazine until he found a picture that appealed to him.
"Well, Danny boy," he said aloud, "one thing about a paper dolly, they're dependable."
As he opened his pants and started jerking his cock he heard someone say, "How about saving that lovely thing for me?" The voice was sultry and sexy and from out of the semi-darkened room, a soft silken hand reached out and possessively took hold of his penis.
Dan nearly leaped out of his pajamas. Then he suddenly realized that it was Vera who was standing in front of him. She was stark naked with just enough light on her to expose one of the most beautiful bodies he had ever seen.
She explained, as she finished his Scotch in the glass, how she had to wait until she could get rid of her ex-husband, who would from time to time drop in on her unexpectedly and try to get her to go back to him. That's what made her so late and when she got here, she wasn't sure that he would still be in, so she tried the door and when it opened she saw him so busily engaged in the magazine, and she figured she owed it to him not to waste any more time.
Don grabbed her in his arms and smothered her with, a volley of passionate kisses. "Vera, you're the girl I have always dreamed about, but never met until today."
"You mean you would be willing to give up all those girlie magazines on that table for me?" she kidded as she pulled his pajama pants down and sinking to her knees began licking his cock.
He was so hot he exploded right then and there in her mouth. She swallowed his juice as though it were an egg cream.
"My, you're a hot cock," she said smiling as she got up to walk over to the bed.
Then, giving him a hot sultry look, she lay down cross-wise on the bed, spreading her legs wide open, exposing a thick, hairy pussy. Dan, still a bit weak in his legs from coming, stared at what he saw.
"Come on, lover," she called.
like a moth fascinated by a flame, he walked over to the bed and stared at the sight that had captivated all men since the beginning of Adam and Eve.
"I am not a muff man," he said with his eyes still glued to her cunt.
She smiled, "Never knock what you haven't tried, sweetie. I combed and perfumed it just for you," and she began to wiggle her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion like a snake hypnotizing a bird.
Dan found himself being drawn forward to that dark cavern of mystery. He tried to resist but he couldn't pull his eyes from that fascinating thing that seemed to have a life of its very own.
As he got closer, her legs wrapped around his head and drew him into her. The sweet smell of the perfumed cunt and the smoothness of her silk-like bush acted like a drug that sent him into ecstasy.
"Lick it, sweetie," she purred. "Lick the honey jar."
Dan's tongue found its way past her soft hair into the chamber of love. His tongue slid in and out, finally coming to rest on her clitoris. She quivered and tightened her thighs around his head. Instinctively, Dan knew this was the spot. He began licking it slowly and made her moan.
"Oh daddy, daddy, you're wonderful." Then he began to increase his speed and could feel her beginning to tense up. "Faster, honey, faster. Any second now!"
Dan's tongue beat out a steady tattoo and then he could feel her brace herself as she increased the pressure around his head, like a vise, and with a loud scream began thrashing in the throes of her orgasm.
Dan held his position as he felt her thighs relax and slide down onto the mattress. He pulled his wet, dripping face out and looked down at her. She was a vision of loveliness. There she lay, with the look of a sleeping kitten. He felt proud of himself because he had brought her to such heights of happiness and as he stared at her, he knew that he wanted to marry her. At last he had found the girl of his dreams.
"Vera," he whispered.
Her green eyes opened, looked at him as she smiled, "Oh, you were wonderful, Danny." Then she threw her arms around him, spread her legs and pulled him down between her soft thighs.
"Vera, there is something I want to ask you-" he said.
"Sure, sweetie," she replied as she reached for his penis and feeling it rise, to her touch said, "ahh."
Dan's voice caught in his throat as she pushed his cock into her hot cunt and wrapping her legs around his buttocks cried, "Fuck me, lover, fuck me."
Dan didn't need very much encouragement. This performance went on for six hours. First one way, then another, and another. If there were sixty-nine positions in love making, they tried them all.
Dan lay in bed breathing heavily. He was so drained that he felt another load would give him a heart attack. As she approached him, he quickly shielded his cock like a virgin would her pussy.
"Oh, come on, one more for the road," she begged. "My pussy is hungry. It has to be fed."
"Not every fifteen minutes," Dan blurted out, as he pulled away from her in fear. "Look, Vera, I like to fuck you as much as the next man, maybe even more, but you want too much."
"Oh, shit, you sound like my ex-husband," she said as she got up and poured herself a drink.
"That's the seventeenth one you've had," Dan reminded her.
"What the hell are you, a conscience or something? You know, you're getting to look and sound more and more like my ex-husband."
"You mean the guy that came over to see you tonight?"
"No, not that jerk, the one before him. Or was it the one before that one...? "
Dan sat up with an alarmed look on his face. "How many husbands do you have?"
"Oh, I don't know. Eighteen, nineteen-"
"You're drunk," Dan said as he tried to pull the bottle out of her hand. She raced around to the other side of the bed waving the bottle in Dan's face.
"Yeah, you remind me of, what was that slob's name? Yeah, George."
"What happened to him?" Dan asked impatiently.
"Oh, he dropped dead. In fact, they all dropped dead. They just didn't have enough fuck power. Whee-" She whirled around the room and flopped down on the bed. "Come on, baby, let's fuck! Wanna suck my pussy some more?" she laughed.
Dan suddenly felt sick. A few hours ago he wanted to propose to this girl, and now he suddenly found that she was a nymphomaniac.
"Boy, when it rains for me, it just doesn't rain, it pours! That lousy screwball Jack. Why the hell didn't he tell me?"
"Look baby, how long have you known Jack?"
"Jack who?" she giggled.
"Jack, the guy who introduced us this afternoon."
"Oh, I met him this morning."
"Where?"
"When I was coming out of the clinic."
"Clinic?! " Dan stood up from the bed. "Yeah, honey. You sure you don't want to fuck?"
"No, not now. What clinic?" he asked. "The clinic where I get my shots."
"Shots for what?" Dan asked. "Did someone knock you up?"
"No, silly. Shots for syphilis, gonorrhea, and some ointment for crabs."
"What!" Dan yelled.
"Yeah. Jack gave me twenty-five bucks to see you tonight. But I also had to take care of a few of his friends before I got to see you. He told me to tell you that I was late because my ex-husband dropped in. Hey, honey, how about opening up another bottle? This one's empty."
Dan stared at her and just couldn't believe his ears. For the past six hours, he had been wading in a pool filled with venereal diseases.
"Oh my god," he exclaimed as he got dressed in record breaking time. "You had better be gone when I get back or I'll call the vice squad," he said.
"You lousy fuck!" she screamed and flung the bottle at him.
Dan, too upset to wait for the elevator, ran down the stairs thinking where he could find a doctor at four-thirty in the morning.