Chapter 10
Jeff felt very depressed as he stopped in a liquor store on the way home. After he arived at his apartment to find that Donna wasn't there yet, he started to drink bourbon on the rocks. When she did arrive, about an hour later, she found him half drunk and chain smoking.
"How come you're not at work?" she asked as she went over to the sofa and sat down beside him, giving him a quick kiss.
As she mixed a drink, he told her about his problems, not being completely honest about what had really occurred in the old lady's sex chamber.
"That was nice of Mister Brian to invite you to his place tonight to straighten out this mess. I wish I could go with you."
"I guess he wants to keep our talk strictly private. Oh well, I won't be gone long."
"That old broad must be nuts. She should be put away!" said Donna as she sipped on her drink.
"I should've sent Isadore out there. They'd be a perfect match," Jeff grinned. "Hell, let's forget about my troubles right now. We've still got each other."
Jeff was starting to feel better. Everybody had his problems in life, and things could be a helluva lot worse. At least he had the girl whom he loved sitting close to him. Not every man was lucky enough to have a sexy dish like Donna at his beck and call.
"Would you like some lunch?" she was asking.
"Yes; a pussy sandwich."
"Silly, what shall I fix for you?"
"I told you; I want a pussy entree, the main course can keep till later."
With a big grin he put down his drink and reached for her. She felt damned good in his arms, her big tits pressing against his thin sport shirt.
Jeff's big prick was trying to jump out of its confinement. As they trench kissed, several love drops wet his shorts. "Let's get undressed, baby," he uttered against her mouth.
Donna quickly drained her drink. It packed a wallop on an empty stomach and her head was spinning. She then got out of her dress, panties, and bra.
Jeff stripped off his clothing, then sat watching her as she bent over to remove her shoes. A lustful feeling coarsed through his loins as he caught a glimpse of the back of her blonde hairy cunt and cute puckered rectum. He had the sudden desire to shove his throbbing penis up her ass. But would she go for it? He had the drunken impulse to try his luck.
"Stay where you are, honey," he slurred.
Donna looked over her shoulder. "Bent over like this?"
"Yes-I want to lick your pussy from the back."
Donna waited for him to get off the sofa, then edge up behind her legs.
"Get on your knees, 'til be more comfortable."
She sank her knees into the soft rug, balanced on her palms, and he crawled beneath her stuck out buttocks and started to lick the back of her cunt, then suck on her asshole. She was getting good and sticky. He let his tongue scoop up a blob of her girljuice, then smeared it over her bum.
When Donna felt his big prick rubbing with slippery motion around her rim, she looked over her shoulder again. "What are you trying to do, Jeff?"
"Honey, will you let me slip the head in?"
"Is that what you really want?"
"Yes."
"I'm afraid it'll hurt."
"I'll take it easy. Please, Donna, relax, and let me do it."
"Hand me another drink first, I'm a little nervous."
"Then you will let me try it?"
"Sure. I'd do anything for you, darling."
"Fix a strong one. I'll be right back. I've gotta drain my fly."
Donna poured a triple shot of bourbon over the ice Jeff had left in his glass, as he went into the bathroom, took a leak, then got a jar of vaseline and smeared a generous amount on one finger. He realized that to fuck a virgin asshole would hurt it not lubricated enough, and her pussyjuice would dry up before he had the chance to really get with it.
Donna's head was really going around when he returned to the living room. She was seeing three big pricks sticking out, and three faces of Jeff. He had a sheepish grin on his face as he walked up to her and pushed her down on the sofa on her belly. He figured she couldn't get away from him this way, with his weight holding her down. He then smeared the vaseline all around the pucker string and placed the fat head of his cock at the brown eye.
Donna placed a cushion beneath her face and turned her head sideways. She liked the feel of the satin textured cockhead rubbing greasily around her bung hole. Then when Jeff got it slippery enough, he pushed hard against it. At first it wouldn't give. Then all at once a loud 'pop' was heard and the big head was in.
"Don't be nervous, baby, just push into me and work slowely. That's the way."
Donna was too drunk to give a damn. She could feel her inner muscles stretching to the size of the invader, but it didn't really hurt.
Jeff slyly started to ease in an inch at a time until the rectum walls were getting greased enough to shove it home.
Donna fucked his prick in her asshole, and the muscles seemed to react on their own-pulling and sucking it in. Then with a rough shove, he was in-all the way to the hilt.
"Ouch!"
Jeff stopped, lying still without moving a muscle. He reached beneath her and played with her hot little cunt. This made her so hot that she started to roll her ass in a circular pattern. Then she felt the sensitivity of the head swelling more and twitching. Then it started to squirt. The warmness felt good. As he shot the last squirt of come, he fingered her clit and she started to climax.
"It's good, Jeff-good. Oh, darling, I never knew it could be so good."
Jeff pulled out slowly from her sore asshole. He got off her and reached for the fifth of bourbon and took a big swig right from the bottle. He grinned sheepishly. "All those Greeks can't be wrong."
"Nor Frenchmen," Donna smiled.
Donna took the bottle from Jeff's hand and gulped a long drink. She then tried to focus her eyes on the three pricks. Dizzily, she saw four of them.
Without further hesitation, she dove between Jeff's legs and started to suck the jism off four pricks in one. The gamy taste excited her as she blew him until he got another erection.
Jeff pulled her to the floor and worked her into a sixty-nine. Now he was diving into the muff and yodeling in the canyon of love.
Donna climaxed over and over again as his tongue reamed her hot wet cunt. He was gobbling the goop like a champ. Then on her fifth come, he was shooting his wad right down her tight throat. He could hear her slurping and swallowing as he increased his tempo on the strings of her nervous center.
A good thing walls couldn't talk!
After they'd sucked each other dry, they managed to sit up and gargle with some whiskey.
"Ready for some lunch, now?" Donna said thickly.
"Who in the hell's hungry after that feast?" Jeff grinned drunkenly.
That evening when Jeff arrived at Mr. Brian's swank apartment overlooking the Sunset Strip, he was surprised to be introduced to Fritzie and Chink, two young blonde men who were sitting on the low divan holding hands and gazing into each others eyes like two love sick puppies.
"Sit down, my boy," Mr. Brian beamed. "I'll get you a drink. Do you like champagne?"
"Yes, thank you, mister Brian."
"Dick-let's not be formal."
"All right, Dick," Jeff said, feeling uncomfortable as he sat on an easy chair next to a stereo that was playing romantic ballads. He glanced over at the two young men again. They had muscular builds and were very handsome. Thick strands of chest hair crawled out of their sport shirts. They were seemingly too wrapped up in each other to pay any particular attention to him. Then his eyes fell on Dick Brian. Strange how he'd never noticed the man's swish before, and his limp wrists when he brought over a glass of sparkling champagne.
It was slowly dawning on him. The man was a Closet Queen!
Jeff sipped on the champagne, and Dick sat on a hassock in front of the chair. "Well have to let our business talk go till some other time. Two friends of mine dropped over unexpectedly. They're going to be married. I used to be a Minister before I got mixed up in the Beauty racket, so I've promised to perform the ceremony. To make it more authentic I need a witness, Jeff. Do you mind being the best man while I act as parson?"
It was an odd request indeed. But Jeff thought quickly that he'd better play along. Otherwise he'd be out of a job, and between Mr. Brian and old lady Simms, he'd have one helluva time getting another one. He'd probably end up having to leave town. He couldn't afford to be broke when he wanted to marry Donna.
"I'll be happy to," he said, forcing a smile.
"Then let's commence with the ceremony," Dick smiled happily. "I knew you'd be a good sport about this, Jeff." The man still thought that Jeff was gay, but hadn't admitted it to him yet.
"Are you and Fritzie ready to get married?" he asked Chink.
The young man grinned. "Yes, as soon as possible."
"Then stand over here while I put on that special record you brought over."
Soon, the two handsome studs had taken their places. They were holding hands as The Hawaiian Wedding Song, began to play softly in the background. Then Dick was getting a beaver homo magazine to use for a bible.
Jeff stood stupidly beside him as he uttered a few words over the men, then handed them gold wedding bands for the double ceremony. By the time the tune had ended, Dick was pronouncing them man and man.
"This calls for more champagne. Let's drink a toast to the newlyweds."
"I think we should consumate the marriage," lisped Fritzie, then he stuck a yard of tongue into his spouse's mouth.
"A great idea! Let's fuck, suck, drink and be merry, for tomorrow might never come!" giggled Dick who was feeling the champagne.
"If you don't mind, I think I'll be running along," said Jeff.
"I insist that you stay!" Dick's eyes were throwing off warning sparks.
Again, Jeff reminded himself that the man was in the driver's seat and had him by the nuts so to speak.
"We should go into the bedroom and make love privately; but we want to share our happiness, don't we, Fritzie?" said Chink.
"Oh yes, Chink. Let's perform here on the floor where Dick and Jeff can watch."
Jeff drained another glass of champagne. The situation didn't seem to be as distasteful to him now.
The two gay kids were removing their clothing. When they were naked, they surveyed each others genitals. They had husky cocks and full sized balls. Their youthful bodies were symmetrically perfect with wide chests, V-shaped waists and plump rounded buttocks.
Both of them sank into the thick lavender colored carpet, positioning their bodies at opposite ends. Then almost frantically they went after each others pricks. The sucking was violent in nature and much more methodical than a girl cocksucker would perform on a man.
Dick started to clap his hands loudly. "Go to it, sweeties. Whee-you're making me so damned hot. I'm creaming in my panties. Then with eyes shining with lust, he unzipped his fly and brought out a fat six inch peter and started to mutilate his mutton.
In spite of himself, Jeff felt horny. He was beginning to understand how men could enjoy sex with one another. He'd always preferred girls, yet he'd never been thrown into a situation like this before. His own prick was getting hard and crowding his tight trousers. He crossed one leg, trying to hide the obvious bulge. But Dick who'd been glancing at his crotch from time to time, didn't miss Jeff's condition. He forgot about the two newlyweds on the floor, and going over to Jeff got on his knees and started to fumble with his fly.
"Let me blow you, Jeff. Please. I've often dreamed of feeling your prick in my mouth. You won't be sorry. I'll give you plenty of money, and get my lawyer to take that old bitch to court."
Jeff made the excuse that the man's proposition was the only reason he was letting him get his penis out of the fly, when deep down he knew that the real reason was because he wanted a mouth around his big joint-any mouth!
Dick held the handsome member between his hands, a look of bliss on his face. "You have a beautiful cock, sweetie. It's so firm and smooth skinned." He then started to jerk the foreskin back and forth, then brought it to his mouth.
Jeff thought that Donna was good at giving head, but this old cat knew tricks that Jeff had never thought existed. It could have been that being a man himself, he knew where the erroneous zones were located. He let the prick go in and out of his throat, the muscles tightening tike a tight cunt. After a while, he let the big, swollen prick slip out and he pulled Jeff's pants and shorts down to his ankles. Jeff kicked off his loafers and stepped out of the garments. Now Dick was going under his balls, alternating big sucks from testicles to asshole.
Dick sucked the pole back into his mouth again. However, every time that Jeff thought he was going to draw out his manhood, the man stopped, causing Jeff's balls to shrink back.
"Goddamnit, if you're going to blow me, finish me off. Don't keep stopping."
"I don't want you to lose that gorgeous hard-on, sweetie. I want you to shoot off in my asshole."
Before Jeff could comment, the man was getting out of his slacks and shirt, ripping off his shorts, then getting on his hands and knees and sticking up a fat, meaty ass.
Jeff sized up the loose brown hole. The surrounding rim seemed to be stretched like hanging cuntlips. But it was a hole, and at that moment, a hole was welcome as Jeff's big pecker was on the verge of coming. Even a knothole in a fence would have looked good to him.
He positioned himself on the target, then pushed against it and it buried itself all the way up, into a bottomless pit. It was like fucking the Holland Tunnel.
Jeff could not get any kick out of the loose canal. He worked in and out too easily. Even a loose cunt would have been tight in comparison. He thought about the black piano player's big salami. To bad he wasn't here to take over.
"Aggggh, whee, whee. Go ahead sweetie, hump my hungry ass. Oh, oh, ye gods and little fishes-do it faster, harder, I'm gonna come."
Across the room on the floor, the two young men were now squealing and bucking their asses as they came gushers. Jeff glanced over at them, at the lustful sight of their heads bobbing and the sound of the loud sucking and lapping. This, not the loose asshole that he had his meat sunk into, got his gun. He squirted his white stuff into the tunnel, then quickly got the hell out.
He hadn't expected the sudden assault. Strong arms had gripped him from behind, and in a second flat, he felt Dick's eager peter head ram against his rectum. He was amazed at the man's strength as they struggled. Jeff trying to wriggle his asshole away from the invader, and Dick trying to get it in.
Jeff wasn't adverse to the other playing around. But to let a prick go up his ass! That he put his foot down on.
"Get away from me, you old faggot bastard." Jeff shrieked.
This brought Fritzie and Chink to their feet and running over to help Dick accomplish his bandit act. They were holding Jeff so securely with their strong muscular arms that he couldn't move. Then he felt the six incher that Dick sported, forcing its way in. It was a dry sore experience, that only loosened somewhat when the man's sperm oiled the passageway.
The experience was far from over. Now, the two young men were getting excited again from watching the sadistic act. While Dick and Fritzie held Jeff, Chink gave him a real hunk of meat He fucked the asshole with ferver and zest.
It was like a nightmare, as he shot his load, then another big prick took over. Fritzie's prick. All three gay men were squealing with bliss as they gangbanged the angry rectum.
Jeff was weak and frustrated when they had finished with him. He was also madder than a wet hen.
"You fucking bastard's," he said as he got dressed. "Especially you, Dick. You're a real prick."
"You've just talked yourself out of a job, and my other plans for you, fuckface. Acting so pure. You'd have insisted in leaving if you weren't gay. Mrs. Simms was right. You're a faggot in sheep's clothing, and a sissy at that. Afraid to participate in a little ass play."
"Drop dead, you son-of-a-bitch!" Jeff shouted. He then rushed over to the door, ran down the driveway and jumped into his car.
He knew it was all over at the beauty salon. Now he'd have to try to find another job. And how in the hell could he look Donna in the eye after what had happened?
All at once, life was one fucking drag.