Chapter 2
Isadore, acting like he owned the apartment, walked over to the sofa and plopped down on it. He then poured a straight shot of bourbon into one of the glasses and downed it. His noodle nose sniffed the air. "This place smells like a cat house," he commented.
Donna strolled over to the sofa and towering above him, placed her hands on her hips. "You've got an evil mind, Isadore."
"A shrewd mind," he corrected her. "I've been around long enough to know come when I smell it."
"So what! Isn't that what excites you?"
"Your smell does, but I don't appreciate having to smell a hoodlums jism smeared all over the upholstery."
"If you ever pull anything like this again, you and I are through! There's other men who'd be only too happy to foot my bills till I finish beauty college. You're wrong about smelling a man's jism on the sofa. Jeff and I are only friends-nothing more."
The way in which Donna was glaring at him with angry sparks flying from her eyes, brought Isadore back down to his size. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I can't help it if I get jealous once in a while. Let's forget this happened.. I only came around to give you the check I forgot to give you in the restaurant. Did you forget that your tuition payment's due tomorrow?"
At the mention of the check, Donna's mood changed. She knew she had to play along with him. "Isadore! You're an angel. And I thought you were snooping around, spying on me."
He looked up at her through his thick lenses. "How could such a thought enter your mind? I know these young hoodlums don't mean anything to you."
Donna sat down on the sofa next to him and mixed a drink. He patted her leg. "I'm in the mood for a little fun," he said.
"Okay-but first, the check."
"Oh yes-the check." He dug into his pocket for his check book. After he'd made it out and she'd taken it, she started for the desk to put it in a drawer. His eyes followed her big ass. "Did you save those panties for me?" he called after her.
Donna put the check away, then walked toward him. "I put them in the laundry by mistake. I'll let you have the ones I'm wearing next Friday."
"Give them to me now. I can't wait."
"But I thought you liked me to wear them for at least three days. I just put these on this morning."
"They'll do."
Donna finished her drink, then while he watched her, she reached beneath her miniskirt and pulled her brief panties down. Isadore snatched them as she stepped out of them and holding them under his bushy mustache, sniffed like a dog. A pleased look crossed his features as the crotch of the panties were wet with passion and warm from the heat of her pussy.
"Put on those spiked heeled pumps for me. Please, Donna, give me a little show."
"Very well, but I'm very tired. Don't take too long." She then went into the bedroom and put on the six inch heels he'd purchased for her from Fredericks. When she returned to the living room, he had his fly open-his three inch pecker sticking out as hard as a rock.
Donna paraded before him and as he watched the spiked heels and her footsteps, he sniffed the panties with one hand and started to beat his meat with the other one. His eyes looked glassy through the magnified glasses and spittle dripped from the corners of his mouth.
"Come over to me," he panted.
Donna walked over and stood in front of him. In one second flat he slid to his knees and began to bestow wild french kisses all over the black patent leather pumps. When he worked the heels over, he licked and sucked them as if he were sucking two big pricks. All the while he jerked himself off. The circumcised head on his small member was swollen and twitching, ready to come. He got so excited that instead of sniffing the panties, he was now chewing on them, the flimsy material splitting. He was giving the bottom of one spiked heel a big suck, then using his teeth, he pulled the tip of it into his mouth and sucked harder.
His voice sounded muffled as he was now pushing the panties into his mouth along with the heel tip. "Kick me, hurry, Donna, kick me in the chest."
Donna raised one leg and let him have it. She enjoyed the cruel kick as the high heel dug into his chest.
"One more kick, sweetheart. A wee bit harder this time, and I'll make it."
Donna really kicked him this time. She was thinking: The crazy bastard. I'd like to kick him in the balls. If he has any.
The three incher was squirting now, all over the shoes.
An elated look crossed Isadore's face. He needed a moment to rest. His knees felt weak, and his body was on the verge of collapsing.
Donna waited. He had her trained well.
When he'd regained some of his strength, he went to it!
He started to lick off all the white stuff that looked like snow flakes against the patent leather. When they were sparkling clean again, he tucked his limp cock into his shorts, zipped up his fly, then got to his feet. Having no further interest in the chewed panties, he threw them on the floor, then poured another shot of whiskey and leaned back against the sofa. "Thank you, sweetheart," he sighed.
"If you don't mind, Isadore, I'd like to take a shower and go to bed."
"I can take a hint," the little man said as he drained the drink and got up.
Donna walked to the door with him. "Thanks for the check, my angel," she said, forcing a smile. She then let him out the door. For a second she leaned against it and said aloud: "There must be an easier way to make a living." She started to laugh, then headed for the bathroom.
When Jeff entered The Swinger bar he strained his eyes in the semi-darkness, searching for Olive. He saw her at the piano bar. She was sitting on a stool in front of Stonewall, the handsome young black pianist. He was looking down at her as he sang a love song especially for her. During the last intermission, they'd had several drinks together and she'd invited him to her apartment. This was the last tune. The place was closing in twenty minutes.
Jeff strolled over to the beautiful young redhead. She was half looped; a drink in hand, and her short dress hiked up over her luscious thighs. As she was still staring at the black stud, she didn't notice Jeff until she heard his voice.
"I see you're still here, Olive. You were right about Donna and that old guy-I'm through with her."
Olive turned slowly, looking at him through blood shot eyes. "Sorry, you're too late. I have a date."
"We're closing at ten tonight," the bartender told them. The place emptied out, and no use in keeping open, so if you want another drink, put in your order."
Jeff ordered another drink for Olive and a double shot of whiskey for himself. She was watching Stonewall as he closed the piano lid, then walked down the steps to where Jeff was sitting next to her. He motioned to the bartender to also bring him a drink. "Hi, Jeff," he smiled, showing white even pearly teeth. How's things going?"
"So so."
"I gave him a chance to date me earlier, but he turned little ol' Olive down. Now he's out of luck," the young girl slurred.
"Why not let Jeff join us? I'm not a greedy man," Stonewall smiled at her, and winked at Jeff. "That's up to Olive."
"She doesn't mind. I'm sine she'll be happy to let you go with us.
"I can take care of two handsome guys any time and now's the time."
The bartender served the last round of drinks then collected the money from Jeff who insisted on treating. They drank up, then left and walked up to the corner liquor store. Jeff bought a fifth of bourbon, seltzer, a bag of ice cubes, some clam dip and chips. Then the three of them walked across the street to a four story apartment building where Olive lived. Jeff carried the paper sack as Stonewall helped Olive on the self-service elevator. She was wobbly on her feet. They got off on the third floor.
The two men followed her to her one bedroom apartment at the end of the hall and she unlocked the door. After they went inside, she slid a chain into place, then reached for the paper sack from Jeff's arm and took it into the small kitchen while the men sat on the sofa waiting for her.
Reaching into the bag, she took out the clam spread and dip chips. She leaned against the counter and thought: How lucky I am. I've got a black boy and a white boy who're just itching to get into me. She scratched her pelvis against the sink. All these girls walking along Hollywood Boulevard thinking they're so great, but look at me! I think I'll tease them a little bit. Not too long though.
She removed the rest of the stuff from the bag. Got a tray, put glasses on it, the ice cubes in a bowl, and when the setups and snack was ready, took the tray into the living room and put it on the long coffee table in front of the sofa.
The men were peeking down her low cut dress. Both of them felt their cocks rising. Stonewall reached for her, but she dodged him and ran back to the kitchen.
"Man, that's a crazy little chick," he laughed.
"Ever date her before?" Jeff asked.
"No. This is the first time."
"Well, you're in luck. Just get her a little drunk and she's ready for anything."
"She was telling me earlier that she's crazy about you, Jeff."
"I know, but she's not exactly my cup of tea. I've got eyes for another chick. We had a quarrel and I walked out on her. Olive will do until Donna comes running after me."
"I know what you mean, pal. I've got the same problems."
In the kitchen, Olive put one hand against the wall to balance herself while she reached under her short dress and ran her fingers up along her nylons until she reached her crotch. She was surprised to find it was soaking wet. She pulled her hand away and feeling the back of her dress, she discovered that the wetness had seeped through the material, leaving a stain. Smiling to herself, she returned to the living room and going over to the coffee table, she bent over and picked up a drink Jeff had mixed for her, tipped it to her mouth and quickly drained it. She then bent over and grinned drunkenly at the two men, put her hands behind their necks and pulled them toward her, licking across their lips at the same time.
"Are you guys ready?"
"I guess we are," Stonewall said as he reached up and undid the zipper on her clinging green jersey dress and Olive slipped her arms out of the short sleeves, letting it fall to the floor. As she stepped out of it, Stonewall's eyes met Jeff's. They both rubbed their hands and looked up into the pretty girl's face, then down at her flimsy bikini panties that hugged her hips like a glove.
Both men stood up and Stonewall grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. Jeff was following close behind. The men got out of their clothes while Olive got on the bed and stretched back on it.
The black man reached behind the young beauty and undid her bra while the white man peeled her panties down over her nylons. Then Stonewall began licking her luscious titties.
Jeff's head was right between her legs, licking and sucking at her big beautiful red haired cunt.
Stonewall moved up until his knees were on either side of her head. He reached around and grabbed his big black prick and pushed it down over her lips. Her tongue shot out and gave a lick. The handsome stud smiled as he buried half of it down her throat.
Both men forgot about Nationality and all that jazz. This was what they both wanted. They worked as a team. Jeff licking, sucking, and hoping that his friend was getting a good blow job. He noticed when his tongue hit her clit that she bore down on the black man's cock. He glanced up, then reaching with one hand, pulled back a set of big black, purplish balls and noticed that three fourths of Stonewall's huge penis was buried in her face.
Jeff slapped Ms buddy on the rump. "Don't take too long. My dick's waiting."
"Don't worry, I'm just about ready to go."
Olive's eyes opened and looked up at Stonewall, then beckoned him to get his rocks and his eyes half closed as he took a deep stroke.
When Olive felt the first spurt of jism hit her tongue and throat, she started to suck harder, her teeth gripping the thick pole as all hell broke loose. After she swallowed she pulled the half hard cock from her mouth and tightened her knees around Jeff's head, releasing her come right where he put his pork chops. She had been holding the sides of the bed, now her arms were around Stonewall's neck and she gave him a full sloppy kiss squarely on the mouth. After she pulled her lips away from his, Jeff crawled up along her body and turned her around until she was on her knees-her face in the pillow.
Olive felt his hands opening the cheeks of her ass, then his stiff cockhead against her tight anus. She grabbed the pillow with her fingers, then pushed her big ass against him.
Stonewall sat on the edge of the bed, reached for a pack of cigarettes, extracted one, lit it, then watched the action.
Jeff was now ramming his penis up Olive's dirt road, almost up to his balls.
Stonewall was pleased at what he saw as he watched his friend giving Olive's butt a good fucking.
The young redhead was holding on for dear life. When she felt him swell she moaned a little, but continued to brace herself as she pushed back, the cheeks of her ass opening more. She tried to use her rectum like a vacuum cleaner when he exploded. Then she slid down his pole, letting her asshole muscles relax and fell to the tip of his corona. He did the rest by pulling his sore prick out.
By now Stonewall had another whopper on. It was moving all the way up to his belly button, the big black head wagging to and fro. White drops fell to his wirey pubic hair. He was as horny as a bull in heat.
Jeff got off the bed and Stonewall reached over to his silk shirt and pulled a fat marijuana cigarette out of the pocket. He then lit up, took a long pull on it and handed it to Jeff who not caring about pot, placed it in an ashtray.
Then Stonewall without exhaling, positioned himself over Olive's asshole and drove half of his meat to its destination. He leaned down until his cool belly was against her back, then as he kissed one of her ears, he let out the smoke. It drifted over her ear to her nostrils and she caught the sweet odor of pot.
Jeff wanted another drink so he went into the living room, mixed one, and brought it back to the bedroom, then sat in a boudoir chair near the bed, drinking it.
Stonewall was a sly one.
When he figured she'd smelled the weed, he glanced over at Jeff and noticed he wasn't looking, then reaching around Olive's head, he stuck the stick in her mouth. He knew he'd get a better cornholing job done if he got her high on pot as she'd loosen up more and enjoy accepting his big thick hunk of meat without fear.
Olive inhaled deeply and when she felt the strange cannibas hit her throat, she realized it was too late to turn back. She pushed her big ass against him and tucked in the rest of his big black prick.
This was all Stonewall needed!
He'd been holding back a little but now he was really working with her. Releasing his every drop, he flooded her asshole.
When Jeff heard Olive let out a loud grunt, he looked over at the bed and saw Stonewall's ass shake as the man reached down and grabbed the back of the young girl's calves. His yellow wristwatch came into view.
Jeff shook his head and his eyes roamed down to the man's balls. They were shrinking and pulling back closer to him. Then they fell back to their normal size.
A blob of whitesh gray sperm fell out of Olive's rectum down the back of her thigh.
Stonewall pulled himself out of the hole, then backed off the bed, winked at Jeff, then headed for the bathroom.
Jeff finished his drink, then walked over to Olive and kissed her on the temple. She hadn't changed her position. Her ass was still stuck out and another blob dribbled out of her anus.
"How you doin', honey?"
"Okay, Jeff."
One would imagine that this little chick would have had enough by now, especially after a big stud like Stonewall had finished with her.
But NO!
Not this gal.
She moved her head around and kissed Jeff passionately on the mouth, then reached for his now throbbing penis and pulled it to her mouth until she was gobbling it right down her gullet.
She was thinking: What's the difference? I've just smoked my first joint-now I'll eat a joint, right now! She laughed to herself: The hell with it!
She began working slowly, and deliberately, with her tongue hanging through her mouth underneath his prick. Then pulling back, she tried to make up her mind whether to make him climax or prolong the ultimate.
What do you think she did?
She decided to make him last, because this was fun.
After about ten minutes, she got a little bored when she noticed her passion was ebbing, so she nibbled on it slightly to let him know her mouth was tired.
Jeff concentrated on what he was doing. He grabbed her long red hair and pulled her head against his pubic area, giving her an extra jolt with his fiery sword.
Olive closed her eyes tightly and sucked in his goodness. After her mouth was clear and she could almost breathe again, her mind cleared from the marijuana, she started thinking that .she'd better get herself straightened up. She didn't want to go too far with this, so she said to Jeff as she stroked his dark hair. "What's your friend doing?"
Just then Stonewall stuck his head through the door. "What's happenin'?"
Jeff looked over at him. "Everything's groovy."
"Man, maybe you're groovy-but I've got another hard-on, and I want some of that right now."
"Sorry, my asshole's sore."
"Don't worry, baby, just spread 'em-I want some of that country fucking."
Olive grinned. "That's all right with me. Come on."
"All right."
Stonewall knelt on the bed and placed his big black boner against her beautiful pussy; threw his arms under the backs of her knees his hands landing on her thighs, and moved in real slowly until he felt the aching muscles of her wanting cunt suck him in. He relaxed a little, then got down to business. He moved faster and faster.
Olive threw her arms around his neck. She was out of breath. She panted against his ear. "I'm getting ready to come. Pound that big wonderful dick into me harder. I can take it."
"You've got it, baby."
They were pounding and gyrating together now at a maddening pace. Beautiful black prick driving harder and deeper into beautiful red haired cunt.
"Stonewall, oh, Stonewall, you dog."
"Don't talk, just fuck, you crazy little bitch."
Jeff had had enough. He decided to get dressed, then get the hell out of there. Let the other man keep her happy. His balls were drained.
Several minutes later, when he was dressed and about to leave, Stonewall and Olive didn't even hear him say goodnight.
They were still fucking.