Chapter 7

They were in the attic apartment of a friend of Steve's, in a nondescript old house in East Boston. Lorna crouched behind the door and peered out at the eight well-dressed, nervous-looking women that sat in a semi-circle of chairs as though they were attending a club lecture. They were all attractive and in their mid-thirties.

Lorna wore nothing but black silk stockings and spike heels. The stockings had elastic in the tops so that she needed no garter belt to keep them up. She looked down at her white redhead's skin next to the dark silk. Her plump thighs were snowy next to the stockings and her abundant triangle of orange pussy hair fluffed out between her legs in delectable tufts and swirls.

She suppressed a moan of excitement. Already, her box was swollen and creamy, hot as fire between her satiny naked thighs. Her nipples thrust out proudly, stiff with passion and tingling so much that she could hardly stand it. She touched them proudly, flicking her fingertip over the erect points. An answering chill scurried down her ribs.

She turned to see Steve's friend, a burly, gangsterish type in a mod eight-button suit, counting gleefully through a wad of bills. Each woman had paid fifty dollars for the show. The man took fifteen per cent for the use of his apartment; the rest was theirs.

He glanced over at her, his eyes dropping wetly down her body. She saw him lick over his under-lip. She did not mind being naked in front of him, and she even enjoyed his lust because she knew that he got his lacks only from looking. His thick, short prick was thrusting out of his pants so firmly that she wondered that it did not rip the material. He would watch her and Steve through the door and jerk it off with his hand. That was another little commission he earned from the sex shows he sponsored.

Steve came out of the bathroom in a robe. He grinned at her and reached under her legs to tickle her pussy.

"Jesus, you're wet already! Well, I believe in people enjoying their work. Here we go."

He walked out into the room full of women. Lorna saw their eyes go to his naked calves. They sat forward eagerly, their bodies tense and expectant. He turned his back to them and put his hands at the belt of the robe.

"I think I'll strip and get comfortable," he said conversationally. "You girls don't mind, do you?

You've all seen a naked man before. If you haven't, you've got an education coming."

Lorna saw them look sheepish and uncomfortable at the mocking note in his voice. She knew the technique of sex shows; Steve had briefed her. The performers jeered at the audience; not too much, but just enough to play on the guilt they felt for watching two hired strangers fuck like hell. You were also supposed to taunt them for their sex hunger-and they must be unsatisfied or they wouldn't be here, they'd be getting laid themselves. These women had husbands who were too pooped to pop after commuting to and from the city; they were bored and horny and isolated in suburbia with a house full of kids, left alone during the day in a man-less community. Every one of them hated herself for being here, and the trick was to give them the punishment they felt they deserved, while you were giving them the kicks they had paid for. As Steve explained, it was a matter of the carrot and the stick. Never let them forget that they were respectable married women. Their guilt and need for punishment would bring them back for more. If you were nice to them, that was approval and approval would scare them away.

With his back to the audience, he stripped off the robe and tossed it aside. The women stared at his muscular hairy buttocks. He let them get a good view of his trim male ass while he moved the muscles in his buns. From her vantage point, Lorna could see his dark thick penis swell and lengthen under the anal stimulation. Her mouth watered for it and she squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy was deliciously pinched in the vise of soft flesh. Her belly ached with longing.

Still with his back toward them, he let his bare feet slide apart until he stood with his legs spread wide. His big pendulous nuts swung temptingly between his legs so that the women got a view of them hanging there in the middle of his muscular thighs. One of them gasped, and another put her hand to her throat.

He kept up a running patter of obscene, suggestive remarks while he taunted and tempted them, rubbing his hand along the shaft of his now-erect cock in a way that told them what he had that they had not yet seen.

"Whew! This thing's been up all day. He's really raring to go. He'd like to get in every one of you good-looking babes. Christ, my balls feel like they're about to explode. I've got a big wad saved up for you, ladies. I'll let you play with it if you want. Any takers?"

Nervous laughter flew around the circle of women but no one spoke. Steve laughed knowingly.

"What? Don't you like to play with cocks? I thought sure you did. You must have at least given some guy a hand-job once."

Suddenly, he jackknifed forward and stuck his buttocks in their faces. His balls swung under his thighs. He wove his hips enticingly and spread his cheeks so that they could see everything he had. Lorna's heart beat fast. She almost wished she were part of the audience.

The women were beet red now, but they stared into his hair-filled crack.

"A woman who really knows how to give a man a good fuck is easy to spot, you know? A finger slithering up his asshole is the most exciting thing a man can get from his woman. Ever fool around in your guy's ass? Try it sometime, hell love you for it. Do it when you suck his dong off and you'll get a mouthful of come."

Suddenly, he whirled around and faced them. His massive whang was pointing squarely at them, springing up at a right angle from his cloud of bushy jock hair, long, dark and vicious. Their eyes sparkled and Lorna could see the evidence of the rapid increase in their breathing.

"Is that big enough for you girls? It's a killer prick, so I'm told. Let's see how big it is."

He walked around the mattress on the floor, his cock bobbing up and down in front of him, and went to a table. He produced a tape measure from a drawer and dangled it in front of them.

"Which one of you lovelies wants to take my measurements? Come on, don't be bashful."

They looked at each other, then gazed hypnotically at his fat stiff pecker. He ran his fist up and down the monstrous shaft as he grinned at them.

A tall brunette giggled and stood up. She took the tape from him. He put his hands on his hips and jutted his turgid maleness at her. She put the tab end of the tape against the base of his cock, her fingers half-buried in the thick curly hair. With shaking hands, she drew the yellow length along his hot, vein-webbed rod until she reached the swollen mushroom head.

"Ten inches," she cried excitedly. "My God! I thought it was about that but I didn't think it was possible!"

"That ain't all," Steve grinned. "Now take the girth."

She circled the tape around his gorgeous dick just under the flared hood of his hardened foreskin.

"What's the verdict, honey?"

"Four inches," she gasped.

"I got it both ways, don't I? That's just about as big around as your wrist, I'll bet. Let's see."

He snatched the tape from her fingers and before she could move he had her wrist pressed against his chest, the tape around it like a binding. Her fingers knitted instinctively through his thick chest hair. His enormous cock jutted against her thigh and he moved his hips so that it caressed her through her skirt.

"Yep, four inches for you, too. Actually, you're a little bigger than that, but after all you don't fuck with your wrist, do you? Unless you like girls."

The challenge worked, as Steve had known it would. The threat of Lesbianism made the other women laugh at her, and the brunette in rum gave them an insolent stare full of denial. She turned to Steve, her eyes snapping.

"I wouldn't be here if I did, would I?"

He tightened the tape measure around her wrist and forced her hand down to his prick. His voice became wheedling and pleading as he now favored her over the other women, deliberately playing them off one against the other.

"Play with it just a little bit," he begged. "Just rub it a little, come on. Be good to me, baby. I go for you in a big way-a very big way."

Breathing hard, the brunette gave the other women a triumphant glance and stroked his rocky shaft with her long elegant fingers. She tickled the underside of the head and gave it a squeeze, then cupped his heavy balls in her palm.

Steve closed his eyes and began jacking-off motions into her hand. He sighed sharply through his clenched teeth.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's fuck. You know you want to. I won't charge you extra," he added insultingly. The others laughed.

For a moment Lorna thought she was going to do it. She looked as hungry and hot as it was possible for a woman to look; her cheeks were flaming and the hand clutched desperately at the sliding penis in it.

"That's how I'd move it in your cunt, long slow and steady strokes. I'd wait for you, I'm good at that. I'll bet you've got a beautiful little pussy. How about pulling up your dress and showing it to me?"

But inhibition was too strong. The brunette swallowed heavily and shook her head in violent refusal and broke away from him to return to her seat, her wrist still trailing the tape measure.

Steve sighed heavily.

"No? Well, if you change your mind just whistle and I'll throw you a little meat. I'd certainly love to get in your pants, baby."

He looked pointedly and longingly at her, ignoring the rest of them. She dropped her gaze; Lorna saw her clutch the edge of the chair. Steve always said there was one woman in the audience who might play before the show was over. Lorna made a bet with herself that the brunette would be it. She felt no jealousy; after all, as Steve said, this was merely business, all in a day's work. She knew she belonged to him; when he fucked her he asked her "Whose woman are you?" and she had responded automatically so many times that the evidence was branded on her brain. Yours, yours, yours . . . body and soul, yours. It was like a religious chant, something so set and spontaneous that she no longer heard the words as English, with a meaning. It was now an instinctive sound.

He put his hands on his hips and waggled his pecker at them, thrusting in mock-fucking motions. He drew up his big sturdy dong and flattened it against his stomach.

"Waist-high, eh?" he laughed. "Anybody want a taste?" He released it and it sprang free and quivered as it settled into a long, stony point, like a gun in their faces.

"Just to be polite, like a handshake," he pleaded. "Everybody give it a little lick, come on, be sociable."

They strained forward, their eyes locked on his cock. Some of them licked their lips. It was making Lorna unbearably hot to watch and she wondered when he would call her out. She dipped her finger into her wet cunt and swirled it around. Her ass throbbed all the way up her rectum and she squeezed her rim tightly, but that only made the sensation better. Oh, Steve darling, hurry!

He walked to the end of the circle and stood with his knees touching those of a panting blonde whose big boobs were heaving. He made a quick circling motion with his hips and she sighed raggedly, her eyes rolling. Her mouth opened and Lorna saw her long pink tongue flick out like a snake's. She slurped thoroughly, and hungrily over the end of his prick, then funneled her lips around the huge flared helmet.

"Beautiful! Oh, baby, you got a mouth! Come on, everybody take a pull on it. This stick is like candy, girls, a big sweet sticky piece of candy!"

He made the rounds, pausing before each excited woman. Lorna watched his rod disappear into their open mouths. Some of them merely licked the end of it quickly with their tongue, then drew back. Others were more thorough and took it in their mouths. When he got to the brunette, her head darted out, her neck thrust forward in a serpentine motion, and she slid her lips slowly and tantalizingly down his shaft until her nose was buried in his generous bush of jock hair. Then she drew her head back and slowly pulled the giant cock out of her lips. She held firmly to it, making a lewd gustatory sound as she smacked them over his head and licked off a drop of moisture from his piss slit.

Steve grabbed his wet cock and held it with both hands, his eyes squinched shut as if he were in terrible pain.

"Jesus! You know what frenching a cock is all about, don't you? You make the rest of them look like amateurs! Want to finish the job? You just made the jism boil in my balls!"

Again she shook her head and sat back with a jolt, as though she were stunned at the knowledge of what she had done. Steve looked wistfully at her, thinking what a good employee she would be. This was a woman who would enjoy her work. Too bad. . . .

"Well, if nobody will take care of me I guess I'll have to get my girl. Look at this beautiful cunt, girls. Bet you never saw one like it before."

Lorna came out, walking toward him on the spike heels in such a way that her tits bounced like balls with each hard step she took. The women gasped and ran their eyes over her naked body, comparing it, she knew, to their own. Each of them stared at her redhead's pussy.

She stood in front of Steve and opened her thighs. He leaned up against her and reached around to her crotch. He took two strands of her orange love hair, one on each hp, and pulled her open by them. She sighed and wriggled in ecstasy as she felt her hot snatch gape open. He pulled her wide, until she was fully exposed. The air felt cool on her fiery membranes and her clit throbbed and thrust out like a hot nail. It was red and tender-looking, a full half-inch long. Steve's stony prick was sticking between her buttocks and she pinched it between them and moaned and bit her hp in a passion that was entirely sincere.

"Look at that hair pie, girls. You got one like that? Even if you aren't inclined toward lez fun you've got to admit that this pussy is delectable. It's a tasty slice, too. If any of you want proof, why. . . . I always said that a little lezzie stuff is good for what ails you. Some say it makes a woman more feminine. A noted French writer, Pierre Louys, claimed that in his novel Aphrodite."

He began to recite in French, which he had taught himself in prison, Lorna knew, with the aid of Canuck convicts.

"Deux femmes qui font l'amour, c'est parfait; une femme et un homme sont demi parfait, et deux hommes c'est une fohe! So you see, he loved dykes but thought that faggots were silly. That's pretty much the way the world feels, too, so go ahead, don't be bashful."

Lorna wriggled suggestively and jutted her hips toward the brunette, whose stare was hungrier than the others. She would not be surprised . . . not a bit. The woman swayed forward in the chair, almost toppling over but she did not stand up.

"No?" Steve intoned, his voice touched with chastisement. "Well, if you prefer a touch of normality to your lez practices we can do it this way."

He thrust his erect cock under her legs and slid it out through the front, rubbing it under her open gash until it bobbed about three inches before her thighs. It looked as if it grew out of her cunt. Lorna sighed heavily and sank down on it as he held her by her waist. Her knees bent and she moved in rapid belly dancer thrusts.

"Get your cock and cunt at the same time, ladies. Who wants to suck and lap together?"

The brunette sprang up and walked drunkenly to them. As the other women gasped in shocked envy, she sank to her knees and clasped the tip of Steve's prick in her mouth. Her eyes closed and she rocked her body to and fro, going down on the stubby section of cock while her nose buried itself in Lorna's curly orange pussy. She felt the woman's lips brush over her tingling clitoris. The hard-working lips made no effort to avoid the pink slice of gash as she sucked vigorously and noisily on the offered rod. Lorna circled her hips in encouragement.

"Ummmmm, I don't know which of you is making me come but somebody is!"

At her groaning words the brunette sprang back as if she had been stung. Her eyes panicked and she quickly wiped her mouth and went back to her chair. Lorna met her frightened gaze and smiled hotly. The woman looked down, unable to meet her eyes.

Steve gave a mocking laugh and pushed Lorna to the mattress.

"See what you did to my girl? She's begging for some tongue in her slot. I'll finish what you started, sister."

The brunette seemed to shrink back under the lash of his sarcasm and mockery.

"I'm a good cunt-lapper," he told them. "Watch her, she loves it. Of course all you gals do. Watch me do my stuff and if you want a little tongue between your banks just ask for it. Always happy to oblige a hot pussy."

She lay down on the mattress, her ass billowed over the edge, her feet in the spike heels on the floor. She faced the women, and all of them looked down in fascination into her glistening crotch. She was so hot that her inner lips gaped open as well, laid back neatly and thoroughly like two coral membranes in a medical book close-up photo.

Steve knelt in front of her, rolling his stiff foreskin ridge back and forth over the knotty head of his prick.

"She's got a cummy slot, doesn't she?" he said to the women. "Anybody else that wet?" He looked them over with a mixture of scorn and longing.

He sank down and grabbed Lorna's silk-covered thighs in the crook of his elbows and sank his open mouth on her gushy slicked-up cunt. She squealed at the first contact and spoke feverishly so the audience could hear her.

"Ooooooh, I'm so hot for the tongue today! You ever get like that? In the mood for a little oral business? Ummmmmm, he can do things with his tongue that most men can't even do with their pricks. He's putting it inside me, really gets it up there in my cunt-NNNNGGGHHHHI I loooove to feel it slither in me, so hot, ummmmm this is wonderful, girls! I can take it for hours and love every minute of it. Suck my clit, darling, I'm ready to come!"

Steve's hands wove freely over her naked belly and clenching ass. He kneaded her thighs in hefty handfuls and dug his finger in her hair-encircled asshole. She lifted her hips so the women could see his thick finger crawling into her bung. They stiffened and squirmed on their chairs as if they wished their own asses were receiving such determined attention.

"Ahhhhhh, poke around in there, move it in and out! Yessssssss, oooooh fuck my ass, darling, while you lick me!"

That was a little hard to do in the usual cunt-lapping position, so Steve turned around with his feet toward Lorna's head. This way, the women could see his plunging finger up her corn hole and his darting tongue as it slithered through her widespread twat lips.

He sucked ravenously, even painfully on her steaming gash. His breath was burning hot. He licked her like a cat, shooting his tongue out and furrowing her slit from clitoris to vaginal opening in long panting strokes. A violent tremor shook her from head to foot as she came amid squalling howls of appreciation. Her hips jerked lewdly up into his face until she smeared him with her glistening come juices, then she snapped back and pulled her succulent cunt away from his eager mouth. The room filled with wet suckling sounds and the harsh raspy panting of the watching women. The brunette could not sit still; her ass circled and wriggled on the seat of the chair and her eyes were glazed as she watched the twisting nude couple on the floor.

"Jesus, she tastes good!" he gasped. "Nice salty little pussy. . . . I'm going to be thirsty when this is over."

He captured her again with a resounding smack of lips and tongue. Lorna wove her torso in a dance as she rose slowly to her knees. He lay in front of her, his face pressed against the wet orange hairs of her sex triangle. She jabbed her juicy pink meat until his face shone with her nectar. He crawled up under her spread thighs and rolled to his back, his gigantic cock sticking straight up in the air. The women were drooling visibly over it, particularly the brunette.

He was smothered in naked creamy cunt and loved it, begging her with muffled sounds and moans to give him still more. Lorna wove her split into his mouth and nose, shivering in ecstasy as his coarse beard stubble tickled her coming organ.

"Ooooh, when you take my clit in your mouth I go crazy!" she cried. "Suck it, you beautiful stud, suck it!"

She lifted herself in violent belly twists, then lowered her nether parts over his face again. She came, a fierce pounding climax from high in her vagina, so violent that she felt it in her rectum and belly. Steve gave a hoarse grunt and sucked her juices from her quivering cunt hole and wiggled his tongue in the wet palpitating cavern.

"Ummmmm, he's tongue-fucking me, girls! Ooooh, I love that flicking kiss way up in my box. Lick me inside, lick all my love juice out and I'll make some more for you!"

He could not get enough of her lubricious naked crotch. His hands roved everywhere on her, reaching up to pluck her pointy nipples. The small of her back felt boneless and fluid as one fluttery climax followed another. Her knees were so weak that she could hardly squat over him without tumbling over. She rubbed herself over his stubbly chin and shrieked in ecstasy. He went insane, suckling her hairy lips and pulling them out in long bands of soft, wrinkly flesh.

"Nnnnnggghhh! He's really eating me, eating me alive!"

Steve pulled away and rolled her weak, unresisting body to its belly. "Get that beautiful rump up, sweetheart, I want to taste your asshole. Like a little rimming?" He turned to the bug-eyed women. "Did you ever spread it out for your husbands and let the old man lick in your crack? You'd be surprised how much we guys want to get our tongues in those tight little virgin holes of yours. Try it sometime and see if it doesn't bring him back to life. Watch!"

Lorna crawled on all fours and spread her thighs so that her generous twin globes separated to display her appetizing pink crack with its lining of white-gold hairs. She showed it to the women and made her puckered rim palpitate for them. Someone moaned, a light, involuntary sound followed by hysterical gasps and giggles from the rest. They all stared into Lorna's wrinkled neat little anus. Steve pulled her plump white buns apart to give them a better view.

"I want to crawl in there," he murmured. "That's a lovely mouthful, isn't it?"

As his head crawled up under her buttocks, her body stiffened, her spine dipped in a swaying arc and she shook violently. His tongue circled rapidly over her cheeks, then lunged hungrily into her crack. He flicked it wildly between her nether orbs before he stuck it with determined insistence against the sensitive little tan ring. It was the most delicious, delicately tortuous thing imaginable. She wove her ass sinuously against his furious laving mouth.

"Ohhhhh, that tickles! It's gooood, ummmmm so good to have a tongue in your ass! I love to be rimmed! Faster, darling, faster! Fuck me up there with your tongue."

She speared herself on his searching tongue as he wriggled it into her rectum, tormenting her with the hot puffs of his breath. Lorna grunted and clenched her buttocks around his buried face. His tongue sought her bowels wetly, dipping and spearing into her seething channel as she screamed and moaned.

She loved the vulgar, lewdly stimulating sounds of his lingual attack on her ass. Rimming was the promise of madness; an unbearably lovely stimulation with a climax in the offing, an eternity of sex without satisfaction.

"Ahhhhhhh, I can't stand it!" she groaned, rolling over on her side.

He went with her, shoving and stabbing his tongue into her billowing naked rump as she lay helplessly twitching on her side, wriggling and squirming and trying to escape his searching mouth and tongue. She was not acting, and the women seemed to know it. She caught their eyes and smiled a drugged and drunken smile as she howled like a bitch in rut.

He pushed her onto her stomach and fell on top of her, cramming his face down into the lush rolling expanse of her generous female ass. She lay on a little lump in the mattress. She began to hump it, moving vigorously in a vixenish primal lust, squirming crazily over the hard place under her needy cunt.

Steve pulled her up and held her face between his hands. He guided it to his cock; she saw drops of come on the tip. It felt like a slick stone as he pushed it against her mouth. She took the knotty pink tip eagerly and sucked ravenously on it. It slid further into her throat until it was rammed against her palate.

"She loves that big stick in her mouth, girls. Look at her go down on it, she really swallows it all. Best cocksucker in the world, aren't you, baby?"

He fucked her mouth with slow, steady strokes. She made a spout of her lips and nibbled the rubbery flared head as he jabbed and circled his hips in vulgar motions. One of the women was clutching her face and gasping and the brunette squeezed her thighs rhythmically, leg-jacking her cunt between them.

"Ooooh, I've got to fuck, girls. This dog is going to shoot off if I don't get him in something soft and hairy."

He picked Lorna up and deposited her on her back on top of the table. He spread her cunt lips for the women to see the unbelievable size of her frenzied slice. Her come juices were so thick that her entire vaginal orifice had turned milky from them, and even her luscious slice of ass crack was shiny with the lubrication and saliva that had rolled down into it.

Lorna lifted her legs around him and hooked her hands under her widespread knees. Steve stepped into the inviting V-shaped space and pointed his rigid cock at her slot. The women grunted with abandon now, forgetting everything except their own lust to see that gorgeous pike spear that hot little orange slash.

His swollen knob touched her slathered hairs. She jerked and eased her soft springy buttocks over the edge of the table.

"There's nothing better in this world than to look down and see your dong nudging a cunt that's spread out and drooling for a big stick," he sighed. "This gash is so hot and I'm not even in it yet. I want to swab up and down in it, savor each slippery inch of it. Ohhhh, baby, let's fuck!"

"Give it to me I Put your whang in and bang me hard! Fuck! Fuck meeeeee!"

Her clit was enormous, aching, begging as it stuck out from the tufts of reddish hairs, sore and dark from his steady licks and nibbles. His prick was sore, too, too sore to last much longer. He leaned against her and found her quivering cunt hole.

He dug it in and let it sink slowly up the molten clenching wetness of her walls. She moaned and howled and started to help, pushing, jerking and writhing forward, her legs wrapping around his back and pulling him down into the steaming cavern of her twat.

"I'm in, oh Christ I'm fucking you, baby! You're burning hot in there. This is the best way to fuck a woman, putting her on a table like this," he panted. "I can see everything, the whole bit."

He pumped a long stroke up her vagina and banged the stubby neck of her womb. On the downstroke his back and rectum tingled with fiery sparks as her snapping pussy caressed his foreskin and dragged it over his cock head. He slammed it in harder now, pushing his hairy pelvis into her crotch. He could see everything! All of his in-and-out movements, and the things it did to her to have a cock pushing and pulling in her pussy. The folds of skin inside her vestibule came out a little with each withdrawal, until her vagina looked like a pursing mouth. The circular vise of her hefty sling of cunt muscles open and closed around the sturdy girth of his shaft; tugging and releasing, suckling and quivering in obedience to his piston-like fucking movements..

He gave it to her slowly at first so that he could see it all, and she loved the long drawn-out slow motion of his pecker gliding in her box. A drop of lubrication came from somewhere up near her womb; it was like a flaming spray on him. Her pussy actually trembled, the lips fluttered like thick, torpid wings around the long pink hammer of his cock.

He fucked her harder and faster, pounding her high in the twat, ripping his prick out of her and throwing it back with a brutal slam. He planted his feet firmly on the floor and laid it in to her, giving it to her like hell with no need to balance himself on his hands or elbows or lift himself off her body to let her play, too. He would screw on tables for the rest of his life!

"My Godddddddd! Ah! Ah! Ahhhbhhhhhhl Oh, Steve, this is wonderful!"

She climaxed in a convulsive writhing throe, her legs locked around his waist, her tits bouncing back and forth over her chest. She was flushed red from her face down to her stomach and her nipples stood out like pencil tips.

The women all breathed like bellows as they stared in awe and envy at Lorna's relaxed and well-fucked body. She lay back on the table and laid her hand over her sore pussy and smiled. A low moan of contentment came out of her throat.

Steve drew his dripping cock out of her gash and looked pointedly at the brunette. She was on the edge of her chair, her whole body trembled.

"Want to play yet, sweetheart? Even in my present condition I go for you." He turned to Lorna. "We both do, don't we?"

A lewd thrill went through Lorna as her eyes met those of the darkly beautiful young housewife. Her curiosity stirred sharply, unblemished by guilt or horror because, as Steve said, this was work. It did not matter what they did before others, or even with others, if it were in the course of business. Their love remained unchanged.

The easy rationalization disturbed her not in the least. Steve said that Lesbian shows really brought in the money. So what if it's not normal? What is normal anyway? her mind told her. And besides, the brunette was a slinky witch.

"Go on, Jeanne," urged one of the women. "I want to see what it's like. If you enjoy it, I might take it up myself."

The brunette turned to Steve.

"But I want you, too."

He held up his limp prick.

"Be realistic, honey. Let me get my breath while I watch a little fun for a change. If anybody can recharge my battery it's you."

With a little cry of excitement, the brunette took off her clothes. When she unrolled her panty hose Steve whistled when he saw the big thick bush of black cunt hair. k

"Looks like table pussy to me," he said, winking at the other women.

It was soft and furry, curly and jet black, as big as a strip of bikini at her crotch. Lorna felt her mouth water. The brunette's tits were perky and small, but as firm as new fruit. She walked to the woman and put her arms around her, acting from instinct alone, yet that was enough. They were the same height and their hairy cunt mounds fit together perfectly. Lorna gasped as she felt the newness of the raised, rounded pubic bone press into her groin. As their pussies touched, both of them arched their spines and jutted their hips out. The obscene pose revealed an alpha and omega glory of cunt as the bright orange strands of one meshed with the raven strands of the other.

One of the women, visibly excited, called out:

"That doesn't work, girls. I tried to rub pussies with my roommate in boarding school, I know. You have to do a scissors!"

Instantly, it became clear to both. Lorna kicked off her heels and fell down on the mattress with Jeanne. They lay at opposite ends and spread their legs wide around one another's bodies. It was like two pairs of scissors, blades open; their cunts were the apexes. Lorna fitted one silk-covered leg along Jeanne's naked back and the other lay over the brunette's stomach. Their gashes came together like two mouths in a kiss.

The big black pussy began to squirm immediately. Lorna bucked back into the V of Jeanne's opened thighs, grinding her newly excited snatch into the wet turgidity. Soon their bodies were twisting like burning snakes, their tits bobbing with the frenzy of their movements as they rubbed and nudged their pussies together.

"Right there!" Jeanne cried. "Ooooooh, you found the perfect place! I'm commmmming! UHHHHHHHHHH!"

She humped her naked black diaper of hair, scraping and mashing it against Lorna's ruddy mound. Lewd wet sounds of apposition filled the room and excited everyone in it.

Lorna leaped up and thrust her fingers into the still-moving crotch of the groaning woman. The tangled black hairs were soaked with jism and the flanges still throbbed. She tickled the lush coral valley until Jeanne screamed in an agony of delight and renewed excitement.

"Ummmm, go inside meeeeeee," she crooned. "Fingerfuck my pussy for me."

Lorna knitted her first two fingers together and drubbed them against the pussy hole. The brunette's legs lifted and she slid into the long churning vagina. How hot and wrinkly a cunt was inside! It felt just like the inside of a mouth. She swirled her fingers against the walls, opened them and stretched the suckling skin, then pumped hard until her arm began to ache. Jeanne screeched in an erotic frenzy as the jabbing fingers penetrated to the very depths of her box. Lorna pushed heavily against the hairy outer lips as she fucked up in the channel. Her fingers were slathered with a thick burning mucous as Jeanne sprayed out female come in copious amounts.

Lorna lowered her face to the writhing hips and stuck her tongue into the mass of black curls. She found the hard nub of Jeanne's tiny clitoris and sucked hard, drawing slippery flesh and long kinky hairs into her mouth. Ohhhhh, it was thrilling to go down on another woman! Why hadn't she discovered this before? The taste was strong and feminine, briny and sexy and mouth-watering. No wonder men loved to lap up a cunt!

She was actually disappointed when Steve stepped onto the mattress with a huge, gorgeous hard-on in his fist and pulled her up.

"How do you want it, sweetheart? Missionary or otherwise?" he laughed.

Jeanne rolled over on her belly and humped her ass at him. From under her thighs her black, gaping cunt split open in lewd greeting to him. Lorna stared into her ass crack in disbelief. She was as hairy as Steve in there! From the thick sworls of nether hair her pulsating brown rectum peeped out.

"I like it puppy dog style," she panted. "But rim me a little first."

"With pleasure!" he cried.

Lorna watched his tongue shoot out and lick through the fluffy growth. He dabbed her rectal ring and sucked at it until he had her screeching like a banshee. She ground her bare ass against his face until her buttocks were red from scratches. He got his tongue in her while his hands dove under to her cunt and tugged on her turgid lips.

"All aboard!" he shouted, and jumped behind her with his ten inches at her cunt hole. She wiggled back at the first touch of his massive head in her box. Lorna watched, enchanted, as the dark red stick sank slowly into the black-swathed pussy, right up to the hilt. He stroked the inside of her twat with long vigorous fucking pulls. His balls slapped forward against her gash. The rocky hammer slid back and forth, appearing and disappearing with perfect rhythm between the backs of her plump thighs.

Lorna wanted something herself now, just watching them get it together. She knelt in front of Jeanne and spread open the lips of her newly lubricated gash. The bright pink of her intimate parts was inches from the brunette's mouth.

"Eat it," she commanded. "Have fun at both ends."

The brunette was so hot that she almost chewed Lorna's clit off! Her tongue flicked and thrust like a hot little cock. A steady growl sounded in her throat, changing to a harsh grunt each time Steve slammed a fuck into her upturned femaleness. Lorna circled her pussy against the wild mouth and reached for the firm pointy boobs. Ohhhhh, how warm and soft they were, except for the jutting tips of her nipples. Lorna rolled them in her fingers while her back arched under the rough sucking between her legs.

Suddenly, the brunette bit down on her soft tender slice as she climaxed from Steve's fucking. Lorna screamed in pain and tried to pull away but that only increased the agony. Jeanne's long white teeth were sunk in her hairy lips and she couldn't get loose! She rubbed close to the woman's face, smothering her until she let go.

Oooooh, her sore little cunt! She dared not say anything because they had obviously pleased a customer, but she knew her tender flanges would be bruised for days. She looked up and saw Steve shooting his wad into the beautiful ass, his teeth locked in a grimace. The brunette took it with a blissful smile on her face as she felt the hot splash of his semen go into her.

"Christ, you're a beautiful lay, baby!" he cried. He looked at the other women. "Who's next? Didn't hurt her, did I? Come on, somebody else take me on."

The blonde with the big tits who had been the first to sample his cock with her tongue leaped up, clawing at her clothes. When the mammoth boobs sprang free everyone stared dumbly at her for a moment, unable to take their eyes off of such mammary excess. Steve sucked on one and Lorna took the other, while in between her legs, keeping her warm until Steve was ready to slip her some meat, was Jeanne, up to her wrist in creamy blonde cunt.