Chapter 8
For a solid week after the orgy with Cindy and Jerry, Linda walked around in a blue funk of morose despair. She knew that if she continued her games with Jerry sooner or later her brother would find out and there'd be hell to pay. Instead of fooling with teenagers, she ought to be with a man! When Leonard Holt told her Tony was coming into town again and asked her if she'd be interested in seeing him, she grabbed at the chance. Tony was old enough to be her father. He certainly was no teenager!
"He wants you alone," Holt said. "Be nice to him."
Linda suspected Holt was completely in Tony's power. She wondered about it, but then she decided it was really none of her business.
When she met Tony again in his room at the hotel, he was as unsmiling as ever.
"Nice to see you again, kid," he said. "Have a drink."
She had a drink. She had two drinks. Tony sat in an easy chair watching television and seemed totally uninterested in her. She finally opened her blouse, sat down on the arm of his chair, and offered him one of her big, heavy tits.
He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You got too many clothes on," he said. "Take something off."
She stripped for him. She'd deliberately worn a garter belt instead of pantyhose. She stripped down to the garter belt, nylons, and high-heeled sandals. She knew Tony liked his women that way. She didn't mind at all. It made her feel sexy. When she approached him again, he waved her away.
"Lie down on the bed," he said. "Warm up the box."
She shivered. The absolute authority in his voice always turned her on. She stretched out on the bed at an angle, facing him so that when she opened her legs he could see her crotch. The lewdness of the spectacle she presented made her shudder. She moved a hand down and stroked her fingertips through the dense patch of cunt-hair. She teased herself. She gently flipped her middle finger back and forth over her clit. It responded at once and became hard and prominent. The quivering red bean protruded at the top of her slit. She pulled the meat of her cunt up over her pubic bone to show it to him. She could feel the juice oozing out of her cunt. She dipped a finger into the hole and spread the wetness over the puffy lips.
"That's nice," Tony said. "You got a nice-looking cunt. How does it feel?"
"I'm turned on," she said.
"You like me watching you?"
"Yes," she said. "I like it."
He left the easy chair now. He came to sit on the bed, not touching her body, but sitting close enough to look directly at her crotch.
She closed her eyes and continued fingering herself. She rubbed her fingertips over her cuntlips, flipping her clit as she passed it, then tracing back over the smooth wet folds of sensitive tissue once again.
"Open your eyes," he said. "Don't close your eyes."
She opened her eyes and blinked up at him. She tried to smile at him, but she couldn't. The feelings inside her were too intense for smiling. Linda was completely turned on by this crazy exhibition and almost at the point of orgasm.
She suddenly plunged a finger deep into her slippery cunt and hunched up her ass. He patted her thigh and looked down at her with lustful eyes.
"You've got a juicy cunt," he said. "Ever make it with a woman?"
She blushed. "Yes," she said.
"You like it?"
"I like men better."
"Good," he said. "It's better for a woman to like men. Much less trouble."
She pushed a second finger into her slick cunt and began thrusting them both in and out of her writhing body. He rubbed his hand over the inner slope of her thigh. His hand moved over her creamy skin from the top of her nylon stocking clear up till his hand bumped lightly against hers.
She continued jabbing two fingers in and out of her hairy hole. She wondered how turned on he was. Maybe he wasn't turned on at all. Maybe this was just some kind of a game for him. She still hadn't seen him smile.
He patted her thigh just below her crotch. She licked her lips and looked at his face.
"Fuck me, Tony."
"Not yet," he said. He unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. She stared intently as he fondled himself. He skinned his cock back and forth, bringing it up firm and thick. She bit her lip, her gaze glued to the bulging purplish head of his fuck-meat. She watched in fascination as a drop of clear fluid rose and formed at the tiny mouth of the fat knob.
"Come over here and suck it," he said.
Her fingers still working in her cunt, she shifted her body so that her head lay in his lap. She began licking his cock, her free hand moving up and down the long shaft. Opening her mouth, she engulfed the plum of his cockhead and began sucking on it.
"That's good," he said. "You like a cock in your mouth, don't you, kid?"
She pulled her mouth off his cock and gave him a coy smile. "That depends on the man," she said.
He pulled his cock out of her wet mouth and rose up off the bed. He began taking off his clothes. He folded everything in a neat pile on the chair, but he draped his pants on a hanger and put them in the closet. Then he returned to the bed with his cock swinging and his balls jiggling. He climbed over her body and straddled her so that his head faced her feet. His hairy ass and hairy balls hung poised over her nose.
"Work me over," he said. "Show me what you can do."
He lowered his hips and she found herself staring at his hair-rimmed asshole. She knew what he wanted. The craziest thing of all was that she wanted to do it. She hardly knew him. They had been together only once before and she couldn't even remember his last name. It didn't matter. When his ass came down, she extended her tongue and began licking the deep crack. She licked from the root of his dangling cock up to his asshole. She rimmed the wrinkled brown socket with her tongue. When she probed her tongue-tip at the tiny hole, Tony pushed his asshole out and the hole opened like a flower. When she drilled her tongue inside, a hoarse grunt of pleasure came out of his throat.
"That's nice," Tony said. "That's very nice."
He pushed his ass down, pressing it against her face. She had the hairy crack pressed snugly against her lips, the hairs tickling her nose.
He finally pulled his ass away and sat up on the side of the bed. She avoided his eyes at first, but then she turned her head and saw that he'd been looking at her all that time.
"Go put some lipstick on," he said, "and bring the Vaseline."
When she walked into the fluorescent light of the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror she gasped. Her face and hair were a mess. She did a quick repair job on her face and brushed out her hair. She picked out the small jar of Vaseline mixed in with Tony's shaving equipment and carried it back to the bedroom.
She spread the Vaseline over his cock with a deliberate slowness. Whatever firmness he'd lost while she was in the bathroom soon came back. She liked his cock. There was a certain strength about it that matched his face. She spread a generous helping of grease around his cockhead and behind the rim, and then smeared more of it down the shaft. The sight of his swollen, glistening cock brought flutters to her pussy.
She thought he would take her on the bed, but he had other ideas.
"Stand up and grab your knees," he said.
She'd never done it that way. She rose up with her back to him. Moving her legs apart, she bent forward and took hold of her knees. He did nothing for a long time. He simply sat on the edge of the bed behind her and looked at her ass. At odd moments he ran his fingers along her thighs and over her ass cheeks. The high heels made it difficult for her to maintain her position, but she held out and managed it. He finally held out the jar of Vaseline in front of her face.
"Grease yourself up," he said.
Scooping a gob of Vaseline out of the jar, she reached her hand back to lubricate her asshole. Her knees trembled. Her cunt palpitated endlessly and oozed out streams of cunt juice on the inside of her thighs. The juice was already down to the tops of her stockings. No man had ever looked at her like this, not this way. He grunted when she pushed her forefinger into the grip of her asshole and moved it in and out.
Then he rose up behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. He nudged the head of his cock against her and pushed steadily at the ring of muscle. She pushed her ass back against him, and eventually her tight puckered asshole gave way. A low groan came out of her throat as his cock slipped inside. He kept pushing until all of his cock was up her ass, until she could feel his dangling, hairy balls tickling the lips of her pussy.
"How's that?" he said.
She cooed, "It's good, Tony. It feels good. I like it."
She wiggled her ass a moment, and then flexed her muscle to tighten the grip on his thick cock.
He began moving slowly in and out of her asshole, reaming her hot shit-tube with his powerful cock. She was soon loose enough to take longer strokes. He leaned over her back and grabbed a hanging tit in each hand. He rhythmically squeezed her breasts to the same rhythm as his pumping cock. His thick cock slid easily in and out of her stretched asshole. Deep sensations of pleasure shot up through her quivering body as he continued stroking. A moment later, an abrupt orgasm wracked her body. He held on to her as she moaned and sobbed. At the end, he pulled his cock out of her ass and let her fall down on the bed.
When she opened her eyes again, she found him standing beside the bed looking down at her. He'd evidently washed his cock and he was now wiping it with a towel. He hadn't come yet and he was still hard.
"You come too fast," he said. "You've got to give it more time."
She blushed; "I can't help it, Tony."
"That's okay," he said. "Next time you just try to slow down a little."
"I'll try, Tony."
"That's the way," he said. "Do a nice blowjob now, but not too fast."
He moved forward between her legs and she obediently reached for his cock and held it in her hand. Her asshole twitched when she remembered he'd just had his meat up there. She stroked his cockshaft lightly with her fingertips as she kissed her way up and down the fleshy pole. She was determined to make it good for him. She wanted his approval.
She reached up and cupped the hairy sac of his balls with her free hand as she continued to press her lips to the skin of his cock. She kissed the underside of the throbbing shaft, and then moved her lips around the ring of meat which collared his cockhead. Her fingertips continued stroking up and down.
Extending her tongue, she began licking him. She licked with long, broad strokes, moving her tongue like a paintbrush over his fat, rubbery cockhead.
"That's nice," he said. "You do a nice blowjob. Very classy."
A quiver of lust ran over her body. She wished she had a third hand to play with her pussy. She was hot again, her cuntlips palpitating and swollen, her cunt juice leaking out on the bedsheet. She rolled his heavy nuts around, gently probing the outline of each egg, tickling the short hairs under his balls, pulling at the loose wrinkled skin of the sac.
Opening her mouth, she slipped it over his swollen cockhead. She took in all of the bulbous knob and closed the ring of her lips behind the flared rim.
She tightened her lips and moved her head down to engulf more of him. Rhythmically squeezing his balls, she swallowed more and more of his thick pole. She had half the length of his long hot cock buried in her mouth.
Moving his hands up to her head, he took hold of her ears with his fingers. He rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her face with a slow rhythm. She stopped moving her head. She held her mouth loose and open, her lips curled over her teeth to avoid scraping him. He fucked back and forth a dozen more strokes, and then he suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped back.
Saliva dribbled out of her open mouth to roll down her chin.
"Open up your cunt," he said. "Put your fingers inside."
With a soft moan, she opened her legs. "I'll come if I do that," she said.
He had his hand on his cock now, stroking himself with a slow rhythm. A gob of juice welled out of the tip. He moved forward and wiped it across her cheek.
"Go ahead," he said. "Get your rocks off. Use your fingers."
Beads of sweat coating her forehead, her eyes glazed, she lay back on the bed with her knees up and pushed three fingers into the gaping hole of her cunt.
"Turn over," he said. "Show me your ass while you do it."
She rolled over on her belly, feeling like a puppet dangling on a set of strings. She climbed up on her knees, positioned herself with her head and shoulders down and her ass in the air. Moving a hand under her belly, she began fingering her cuntlips.
"Use two hands," he said. "Put a finger in your ass."
Her face flattened out on the sheet to take the weight at the forward end of her body, she slipped the second hand around over her ass and probed her asshole with her forefinger. With a soft grunt of pleasure, she pushed three fingers into the ravenous mouth of her cunt and began fucking herself.
"That's it," he said. "That's nice. Keep doing it."
He moved away from his position behind her, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him go into the bathroom. She stopped her fingers. She wanted him to watch her. She realized now that what turned her on was having him watch her fucking her self.
He came out of the bathroom with a hairbrush. When he moved behind her and pulled the finger out of her ass, she moaned.
"Please, Tony, don't hurt me."
He pinched her hip. "Don't worry," he said. "This is better than a finger."
A moment later she groaned as the hairbrush handle slid smoothly into her stretched asshole.
"Hold it," he said. "You do it yourself."
One hand holding the hairbrush, the other hand fucking her cunt, she closed her eyes and began working the two holes.
Within moments, the quivering spasms of an intense climax convulsed her body. She shuddered and quaked, her throat gurgling out a series of loud groans. At the end of it she pulled the hairbrush out of her ass and threw it across the room.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck my cunt!"
She expected him to refuse, but then suddenly his cock was pressing at her cunt-hole and an instant later she had all the hard length of him inside.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!"
He stroked back and forth, reaming out her cunt with his turgid cock, ramming her mercilessly. She bucked back at him like a wild woman, urging him to shoot his load. She moaned in a frenzy when he abruptly pulled out.
"No!" she cried. "Fuck me!"
"Sit up," he said.
In a daze, she sat up on the edge of the bed and faced him. His fist closed around his cock and he began pumping himself at her face.
"Open your mouth," he said.
Obediently, she opened her mouth. She kept her eyes fixed on his bloated cockhead, waiting for the explosion. Moments later, a geyser of hot white jism jetted into her mouth as he emptied his balls.
Later, as she lay on the bed watching him put his clothes on, he looked at her and smiled for the first time.
"I like you," he said. "Why don't you come to Chicago with me? I'll fix you up."