Chapter 1

Jeff Davenport was sitting at the bar in The Swinger, a posh cocktail lounge in Hollywood. He was tall, dark and handsome-had a terrific build, was thirty years of age and a sharp dresser. He had finished work for the day at the beauty salon where he was employed as a hairdresser, and had a date with Donna, a young girl who was a student in a Beauty College.

She was late.

Jeff glanced every so often at his wristwatch as he sipped on a scotch and soda.

The lounge was jammed with couples and stag chicks and guys who invariably made The Swinger their hangout. They were pushing and shoving through the crowded, smoky room, many of them edging a space around the piano bar where a nice looking black pianist tickled the ivories and sang ballads in a sweet, romantic tone of voice. At intervals the door opened and more groups piled into the already crowded room.

Jeff kept glancing at the door, then down the bar, his eyes straining in the semi-darkened room, hoping to spot Donna.

Two unescorted chicks a few stools down the bar were flirting openly with Jeff. They were wearing scarf blouses and micro-mini skirts, scantie hose encased their shapely long stemmed legs. One was a blonde, the other a brunette. At another time Jeff might have been interested, but right now he decided to pass up their charms as he had hot nuts for Donna. Just thinking about her gave him one helluva hard-on. He downed his drink, then tapped his empty glass on the bar and a balding middle aged bartender hurried over. "The same?" The man smiled pleasantly.

Jeff frowned. "Make this one a double."

The bartender smiled more broadly. "Don't take it so hard, Jeff. The chick'll show up. Dames! They think it impresses a guy to be late. They're all alike."

Jeff forced a slight grin. "I thought this one was different. She's never done this before. But let's face it, she's stood me up."

The bartender turned his back to fix the drink and as Jeff lit a cigarette, a slender young red headed girl named Olive, who was dressed in a skin tight short green jersey dress, walked up to the bar and touched his arm. Jeff spun about, expecting it to be Donna. His face dropped when he saw who it was.

Olive gazed into his dark eyes. "What have you been doing with yourself lately? I haven't seen you around here in ages."

The young pretty girl was still touching his arm-squeezing it now. Her dress was low cut, showing huge knockers. Jeff had often mouthed her long sexy nipples, but right now her titties left him cold. "Oh, I've been working overtime a lot. All the old broads seem to want permanents these days and-"

Olive broke in: "I'm sure you're not so busy that you can't call me. My number's still in the book." She was rubbing her hip against his and giving him a come hither look. "I've been hot for you, baby. When can we get together again?"

Jeff was annoyed. "I'm trying to be polite, Olive. I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't mind...." He pushed her hand away from his arm.

Olive didn't appreciate his cool treatment of her. She'd heard gossip; that he'd been dating Donna. She wasn't going to just sit back and let another girl move in on her without a fight. "Supposing we talk things over, Jeff. You used to dig me. Do you mind if I join you for a drink?" She was eyeing the empty stool next to him.

"Some other time, Olive. I'm reserving this seat for Donna. She'll be here any minute."

"Ha!" laughed Olive. "You'd better forget it. I saw her earlier in a restaurant eating dinner with some old stud, and the way they were looking at each other, well, I wouldn't count too much on her being here."

"What do you mean, the way they were looking at each other?"

"To put it bluntly-like they wanted to fuck."

Jeff shot her an angry look, but before he could comment, she started to walk away, looking over her shoulder and grinning at him. "Don't get your balls in an uproar, honey. If Donna doesn't show, I'll be over at the piano bar."

The lights in the lounge were getting dimmer, then revolving colored spotlights were focused on the piano player. He was starting to sing a popular, romantic ballad and Jeff not being able to take the place any longer, downed his drink quickly-put some money on the bar, then got off the stool, ready to leave. Just then, he saw Donna coming through the door. She was trying to adjust her eyes to the soft colored lighting. She was dressed in a white micro-mini skirt and a tight pink cashmere sweater that outlined her big voluptuous breasts. The skirt clung to her meaty buttocks as if it were painted on. She was fully developed in all areas-a real sex-pot at twenty-one. Her long blonde hair framed a beautiful face and thick dark lashes brought out the beauty of her large, bedroom blue eyes. She spotted Jeff and hurried over to him. He helped her on the stool next to him, then sat down again.

"Were you looking for anyone in particular, Donna?" he asked, trying to act casual and not let her know how disappointed he'd been when he'd thought she wasn't going to show up.

She smiled radiantly. "You happen to be the one I was looking for. We had a date, remember?"

"Sure, but I thought you'd forgotten all about me. I was just about ready to leave."

"I'm sorry I'm late. I was detained."

"So I heard. Enjoy your dinner?"

"I see Olive's been putting a bug in your ear. I noticed her in the restaurant earlier. She made some catty remarks concerning you and me at the college yesterday. Jealousy-pure jealousy, the little bitch."

"Forget her. I told you she's just a chick I dated a few rimes. She doesn't own me."

"She doesn't look at it that way. She thinks I'm cutting in on her."

The bartender walked over and Jeff said quickly: "I'll take the same, and bring the young lady a bourbon on the rocks."

"My-what an excellent memory," Donna teased, "I see you still remember my favorite drink."

"That isn't the only thing I remember about you, baby," Jeff grinned as the bartender walked away.

"Like what?"

Jeff pressed his leg against hers. He was getting a big hard-on. It was poking against Donna's knee. "Only a few dates and I've etched every part of your body on my mind. Your lovely breasts-your sweet tasting pussy-the way your eyes get all glazed when we fuck, and...."

The bartender was returning. "Shhhh, he'll hear you, Jeff."

After the drinks had been served, Jeff said: "I've been thinking about you all week, so much, that I put black dye on an old gal's hair instead of bleach; and over processed a permanent wave."

"You didn't!"

"Oh yes I did! But I covered up okay. Put on the usual Jeff charm. By the way, how is your course coming along at the beauty college?"

"Terrible. I'm afraid I'll never make a good hairdresser. I seem to be all thumbs."

"It'll get easier as you go along."

"I hope so."

They both wondered why they were wasting their time on casual conversation when they both wanted to be alone and get out of their clothes and get down to some action. Jeff's stiff boner was dripping with passion juice, and Donna's hot Utile cunt was wet and itching to be serviced.

"Why don't we get the hell out of here, Donna. It's getting too noisy for me."

"Now I wonder where we should go?" she teased. "Would my apartment be quieter?"

Jeff grinned as they drank up and he put the money for the drinks on the bar along with a tip. "That's the best offer I've had tonight," he said.

"I'll bet," Donna smiled as they started toward the door. She hadn't missed Olive looking in their direction-daggers shooting from her eyes!

All the way to Donna's apartment, which wasn't too far from The Swinger, Jeff was thinking about what Olive had told him. Suspicions nagged him to such an extent that he even lost his hard-on. Sex forgotten for the time being. He had to know what the score was. Who in the hell was that old stud whom Donna had dined with? Had Olive been lying about the intimate way they'd looked at one another, or was there smoke where there was fire? He decided that he had to know once and for all just exactly where he stood with her.

As soon as they were seated in the living room of the young girl's apartment and she'd put a fifth of bourbon, ice and chasers in front of them on the coffee table, he frowned and remained cool toward her. She moved over to him and placed a hand on his knee. "What's wrong, Jeff?"

He gave her a long look. "Now that we're all cozy and settled, what's with this old guy you ate with earlier?"

"Why, Jeff. I believe you're jealous. You have no reason to be. He's old and homely and quite harmless."

"That might be true," said Jeff stubbornly, "nevertheless, if he's important enough for you to make me wait an hour for you, he must mean something to you."

"I've known him for a long time. It's a platonic friendship. I don't want to hurt him. He's rather a nice person, and very unhappy. I bring a little happiness into his empty life by eating with him every Friday. It's a standing ritual."

"Then why did you make a date with me on the same night?"

"To tell you the truth, I thought I'd be able to shake him off easy, but he came up with all kinds of excuses as to why I shouldn't go home."

"I think the old boy has designs on you."

"Don't be silly, Jeff. He has a wife."

"Oh, so he has a wife, does he!" said Jeff sarcastically. "No married man who dates a young, beautiful girl has honorable intentions! It might be platonic on your part, but I can just see the 'old wolf now-secretly planning to seduce you."

"His wife's an invalid," Donna confided. "Besides, she knows about me. Before I started the beauty course I was a receptionist in his office. He treats me like a daughter."

"Sure! One named Lolita!" And with that, Jeff jumped off the sofa and started to pace the floor.

"You're wrong, Jeff. Isadore's decent."

"Isadore! That's all I have to hear! I don't like the sound of his name. I don't have to meet the 'old wolf to know he's up to no good!"

"Jeff-I think you're drunk."

"What if I am? What would you do if I dated one of the 'old wolverines' who patronize the beauty shop ... and ... and, made you wait for me in a bar?"

"If it were business, I wouldn't mind."

"The hell you wouldn't! Well, I've got news for you the next time you date this Isadore creature-I'll take old lady Simms out. She travels with the Bel-Air crowd and all I have to do is date her. Then she'll get more of her wealthy friends to patronize me."

"Why don't you? That's the only way to get ahead in this damned world. Butter 'em up! That's my motto. Now calm yourself and sit down. I haven't even had a kiss yet."

Jeff sat down, poured a drink, but kept his distance from Donna. He was now pouting.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" Donna inquired as she reached over and felt around for his cock.

"Cut it out. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, come on, let's forget about Isadore. I'll tell you more about him some other time when you're sober. I want to make love, not waste this evening talking about him."

"So-there's more! Tell me right now. I want the unvarnished truth!"

"Well, I didn't want to tell you this until we knew each other better, but if you insist, I'll tell you."

"Shoot. I'm all ears, baby."

"The fact is: I can't drop Isadore. He's the one who's helping me financially. He pays my rent and he's putting me through beauty college. After-after I graduate; then I can get rid of him...."

Jeff gave her a long, hard look. "And he's doing all of this out of the kindness of his heart?"

"Well, he might have a few ideas in his head that I don't know about, but I know how to handle him."

"I'll bet you do."

Donna was becoming angry. "Look, Jeff-I don't have to sit here and listen to your sly insinuations. After all this is only our third date. We're not engaged and I'm free and over twenty-one. If I didn't think you might be someone special in my life and that our knowing each other might grow into something 'big'-I wouldn't even bother to defend myself."

Jeff looked at her as if he suddenly realized he had taken too much for granted. "Will you forgive me, Donna. I got carried away. I guess I'm in love with you, and I feel like hell when I visualize any other guy being with you-even an old guy."

Donna smiled and went into his arms. "How about giving me a kiss, darling? I forgive you with all my heart, I happen to love you, too."

At the touch of Donna's passionate mouth, Jeff forgot about the old stud temporarily, and the hard-on he'd had in the lounge, returned. Now the big fat head of his eight and a half inch prick was stabbing his shorts, trying to gain its freedom.

Their tongues were now squirming in each others mouths as slippery as two wriggling snakes. Their breath quickened. Jeff's tongue got harder as it swelled and worked its way into her throat. In and out-in and out-in circular patterns; his spit dripping like lubricating fluid from a cockeye. He let his hands move up beneath her sweater, finding the hooks on her bra. He undid them and pushed the cups over her big firm mounds, his fingers finding the long, rigid nipples and kneading them. He tugged at the sweater until he was pulling it over her long blonde hair. He then left her passionate mouth and lowering his head, claimed a fat nipple between his teeth, nibbling on it gently.

His shorts were really crowded now.

He started to take long licks across both titties as he pushed her back on the sofa and let his tongue blaze a path of fiery french kisses all over her smooth young flesh. His hands weren't idle. He was unzipping her miniskirt, sliding it down past her creamy thighs, her brief panties going along with it. His tongue followed the garments, until they were at her slender ankles.

Donna threw her bra aside and kicked off her shoes.

Jeff gnawed at her legs, going up and down them, then he pulled the skirt and panties off her feet and threw them on the floor. His tongue went into action again as he licked her toes, her soles, her ankles; then continued up her shapely legs, not missing one inch of the succulent flesh. His tongue reached her rosebud navel. He coiled the tip and stabbed it in the petite hole.

Donna grasped his thick hair, pulling at him until he was going down-down-down, his mouth resting over her mound of Venus. He blew his hot breath into the dark blonde pubic hair, making a path for his tongue. Then he drove into the muff and gave her hot, creaming cunthole a yard of long hard tongue.

Donna closed her eyes. She was almost swooning with ecstasy. Her big tits were rising and falling with her heavy breathing. "Oh, Jeff, baby ... tongue fuck my pussy deeper. Get it all the way up my hole as far as it'll go. That's it. Oh, darling-suck me-suck, suck, SUCK!"

Jeff tonguefucked her cunt until his tongue was swollen and hungry in its need. He then pulled it out-girljuice pouring out as the tongueplug unstopped her pussy. He shaped his tongue like a scooper, catching it-eating it; then smacking his lips with relish. He moved his tongue slowly, letting it travel the short distance to her cute puckered asshole. He gave her a rim job until the wrinkled skin was wet down real good. Now his tongue was snaking directly into the hole; disappearing into the clean, sweet rectum.

By now Donna was half out of her mind. She wanted his tongue in her emit again. She pulled at his head, steering him until his mouth was over the main target. This time he captured her clit. It had popped out of its foreskin and was a shiny red knob as hard as a pebble.

Jeff sucked the delicious morsel into his mouth. He teased it, giving it a blow job the way he liked a cocksucker to work his big prick over.

Donna clamped her long stemmed legs around his head as tightly as she could. Her ass was bucking, her hips gyrating, as she rammed her hairy cunt frantically against Jeff's tongue and fucked his mouth in the same manner as she would fuck a big juicy prick.

Her lovely nude body began to tremble as a tremendous orgasm caught her by surprise.

Jeff lapped and drank at the fountain of her youth until she was as dry as a bone.

The beautiful blonde was still unsated. She became like a wild woman as she released his head and her small hands started to unbutton his shirt, then almost tear off the rest of his clothing.

Jeff sat on the edge of the sofa trying to untie his shoe laces so that she could pull the shorts and tight trousers over his feet, but there wasn't any time as Donna was falling to her knees, digging them into the thick rug, going between his legs and after her prey.

She reached for his beautiful eight and a half inch pecker and brought it to her full red lips. Sex fluid was dripping from the swollen head. She lapped them up, then opening her mouth wide, she drew the corona in and licked at more drops that fell onto her tongue.

"Goddamnit, baby, you're good. Jesus, keep it up. Oooooo." Jeff moaned as he caressed her cheeks and brought her closer to him.

Donna could feel the fat corona twitch. She could almost smell the come that was ready to shoot so she pushed the cock out with her tongue and started to lick his hairy balls, then his bum hole. She wanted Jeff to last a wee bit longer so that he'd feel a greater thrill when he did ejaculate.

Jeff yanked at her head. "Come on, baby-suck my cock again. I'm on the verge of coming. I don't want to shoot in the air."

Donna's eyes were rolling about in her head and she was panting like an animal. She sniffed at the sexy odor escaping Jeff's balls as she moved her open mouth and eager tongue up to his huge prick again. Now she was sucking it into the membranes of her mouth.

Jeff grabbed her seashell ears and lunging forward, gave a violent thrust that caused his tallywhacker to go all the way down her tight throat. He tensed his ass, then giving three quick jerks, let his passion squirt.

Donna swallowed the warm drops of his come until every bit of it had emptied out of his balls. Even when the deflating cock left her throat, she let the head linger in her mouth, tickling the inside of her cheek.

Finally she did release it.

"Oh darling, I love your peter so much," Donna sighed as she gazed up into his eyes from between his legs.

"And I love that hot little pussy of yours, baby."

Donna got off her knees and sat beside him on the sofa. She reached for the bourbon and fixed them two more drinks. They had just finished them when there a loud knock on the door.

"I wonder who that can be?" Jeff said.

Just then a high pitched voice sounded: "Donna-Donna-open the door. It is I! Isadore!"

"Hurry, Jeff," Donna whispered. "Get dressed!"

Jeff pulled up his trousers and shorts that were still at his ankles, then scrambled for the rest of his clothing while Donna quickly dressed.

"The nerve of him, spying on me. Keep quiet, Jeff. He might have left. I don't want him to know I'm home."

Just then, the high pitched voice rang out again from the hall; this time shriller. "I know you're in there, Donna. Open up!"

"Better let 'lover boy' in. He sounds like he's desperate," said Jeff sarcastically as doubts about Donna's relationship with the man assailed him again.

"I still don't think he's heard anything. Let's be quiet. Maybe hell go away. Shh, let's go listen."

Donna and Jeff removed their shoes, then tiptoed over to the door. They pressed their ears to it.

All was silent.

"I think he's given up. I don't hear a sound," Donna whispered.

It was true that Isadore had left, but he hadn't gone far. Only to the end of the long hallway. He was thinking: Donna thinks I was born yesterday. I know she's in there with a man. I heard his voice, but I'm not the old fool she takes me for. I'll show her. I'll get the landlady! By now he had reached the landlady's door. He banged on it with his fist. "Mrs. Kelly, would you mind coming out here for a moment?"

"Just a minute!"

Isadora's face was flushed with jealous rage as he stood waiting for the door to open. He was a short, stocky individual with a bald spot on top of his egg shaped head. He wore horn -rimmed spectacles with thick lenses, had a bushy mustache and was well groomed in a tweed sport jacket and slacks. He was sixty years of age.

Presently, the landlady, a stout, homely, middle aged Irish woman, stuck her head out the door. "Anything wrong?" she inquired.

"I'm afraid something's happened to my lady friend. We had a definite appointment and only illness or death would prevent her from opening the door. I just know something terrible has befallen her."

"Oh, my poor man. Wait and I'll get the duplicate key. Now just remain calm. It'll only take a minute."

"I can wait," Isadore said impatiently.

Shortly, she came out, twisting a large key ring in her hand and Isadore with a victorious look on his face glanced at the key ring, then like a contented rooster, he strutted ahead of her. When they reached Donna's door, the landlady hesitated. "I don't feel right about this," she said.

With a deft movement, Isadore grabbed for the key ring, trying to snatch it from her hand. "I'm willing to take the full responsibility," he said.

The woman pulled her hand back out of his reach, giving him a dirty look. "Not so fast. I'll open the door."

Donna and Jeff had returned to the sofa and fixed another drink. They still had their shoes off. When they heard voices in the hall they rushed over to the door again.

"Isadora's still out there, Jeff. He's talking to a woman. I can hear her voice."

"Maybe his wife caught up with him on the way out," Jeff grinned.

"This is no time for joking, shhh!"

Both of them then leaned against the door, straining their ears. They could hear a key turning in the lock.

"Somebody's trying to unlock the door. Quick! Put your weight against it, Jeff!"

"You push against it too, Donna. Nobody's coming in here uninvited."

The landlady gave several more turns with the key. "Either this lock is jammed, or someone is holding the door from the inside," she said exasperated.

By now Isadore was at his wits end. "Here, let me try!"

The landlady moved aside and he turned the key. "You're right! This door won't budge an inch." He then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Donna, I know you're in there! Let me in!"

Donna turned to Jeff. "I'm afraid I'll have to oblige him. He's causing an awful commotion and I don't want the neighbors to know my business."

"It's all right with me. I want the pleasure of meeting this wolf in sheep's clothing. Now's as good a time as any."

"Please, Jeff-don't start a fight with him. I can't afford to make him angry."

"Okay. I'll try to control my temper. Go ahead. Let the old Romeo in."

"Stop shouting, Isadore. I'll open the door," Donna said loudly.

Isadore stopped turning the key and faced the landlady. "Everything's all right, Mrs. Kelly. She must have fallen asleep. She's going to let me in. Thanks. I won't be needing you any more."

The woman removed the key from the lock. She appeared to be puzzled. "If you say so-but there's something mighty fishy going on around here."

Isadore scowled at her. "I assure you that everything's under control. Good night, Mrs. Kelly."

The landlady shrugged her shoulders, looking skeptical. She then hurried down the hall to her own apartment.

Jeff returned to the sofa, poured himself another drink and lit a cigarette. He inhaled slowly, watching the door as Donna opened it. Then Isadore stepped into the room and slammed the door shut. "Why didn't you let me in sooner? I felt like a damned fool getting the landlady and telling her you were sick or something. She was quite upset."

Donna was infuriated. "You are a damned fool. When I don't answer the door, that means I don't want company."

Isadore hadn't noticed Jeff. Now he was turning his head in the direction of the sofa. Jeff was sipping his drink and smoking casually. He had his stockened feet resting on the coffee table.

"I want you to meet Jeff, a friend of mine. Jeff, this is Isadore," said Donna quickly.

The two men surveyed each other suspiciously, then Jeff reached for his shoes on the floor. "Don't mind me, Isadore. I was just going to leave."

Donna was excited. "Oh, Jeff-you don't have to go. Why don't we all drop over at Biff's restaurant and have coffee? It'll give you and Isadore a chance to get acquainted." She was trying to speak with her eyes to let Jeff know that this would be a way to get him out of her apartment, then brush him off, but Jeff wasn't buying it!

Isadore was annoyed. "Can't you see that the young man doesn't have his mind on coffee?"

Jeff got his shoes tied. "I'd hate to see what you have on your sneaky mind."

"Please, Jeff-you promised," Donna said brushing her hands together.

Jeff glared at her. "I don't think this God's gift to women believes I was ready to leave."

Isadore sneered at him. "Without shoes?"

"That's none of your damned business," snapped Jeff.

Donna intervened: "Please, boys-let's not quarrel."

Jeff got up and walked toward the door and Donna rushed after him. "Please don't leave angry."

Jeff faced her. "I'm sure you won't be bored. Isadore can play footsies with you."

"Will you call me tomorrow, Jeff?" she asked as he reached the door.

"Hell will have to freeze over first. Goodnight and goodbye!" He opened the door, then slammed it after him and disappeared down the hall. Fuck her! He would go back to The Swinger. Perhaps Olive would still be there!