Chapter 1
Each morning just before awakening, Billy Black looked more like a corpse than a living man. Every square inch of his sun-scorched and weather-beaten skin, sorely lacking circulation while he was in a dormant state, took on the ghastly hue of hand-tooled purple leather. He didn't actually sleep at all: he hibernated. His heartbeat, pulse and breathing were almost imperceptible and his body temperature was reptilian.
One of his paramours, trying to arouse him sexually one morning, shrieked upon touching his sleeping serpent and Billy responded by kicking her down a flight of stairs. He liked to wake up slowly.
On this particular morning his long-lashed coffin lids creaked open, revealing two badly bloodshot orbs, reposing in pain under heavily thatched salt-and-pepper brows. The deeply etched lines in his face grew deeper when his eyes began to ache' from the harsh sunlight, and he slammed them shut. His long, greying dark hair looked as though someone had poured eggs and flour into it and beaten it to peaks with an electric mixer.
The girl lying next to him touched him on the arm. He squinted out of one eye in her direction. To his knowledge he had never seen her before.
"You're cold, lover," she said, rubbing his shoulder.
He opened his other eye and glanced over the rich curves of her plump young body and down to the thatch of red hair between her legs. Her identity still remained a mystery.
"I know how to take care of that little problem," she said, batting her big brown eyes and rolling over on top of him.
She's pretty, he thought, liking the texture of her skin and the warmth of her smile. Her full breasts had the feel of growing rubber on his chest-that resilience found only in young flesh. She leaned up to kiss him.
"Don't ... don't do that."
"Why?"
"Because your mouth smells like a dirty diaper."
Her jaw dropped a full three inches. "That's a terrible thing to say." Her face froze in a pout.
They stared at each other for a full minute. "You can eat me if you want to," he said, breaking the silence. "That doesn't bother me, no matter how bad your breath is."
Infuriated, she bridged herself away from him. "Why, you egotistical pervert!"
He smiled. "It is a good idea though, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it is," she said, returning his smile and nibbling at the hair on his chest. Moving her wet lips down his stomach and over his navel, she stuck out her tongue, captured his cock and drew it into her mouth with the lightning-quick deftness of a frog snaring an insect in flight.
Touching his balls with both hands, she worked her mouth over the ample but limber organ. Frustrated because she could not bring it to life, she created more suction and worked harder. "Come on. What's the matter?"
"I'm controlling it with my mind," he said, smiling smugly with his hands cupped behind his head to improve his view of the proceedings.
"You can't do that." She rested her head against his knee. "No man can do that."
"Really? Watch." His brow furrowed in concentration, and his lifeless member began to raise its droopy head and grow tall and straight.
"My gracious!" she gasped. "I've never seen anything like that. Are you through?"
"Not quite," he replied, the strain of his efforts being transmitted in his voice, and the size of his rod increasing steadily.
"Wow, just look at that! It's like watching time-lapse photography. Up, up and away! like a blooming flower. That's got to be the end," she said, watching his cock grow to a full eight and a half inches, with the circumference of a small bracelet.
"That's it."
"How did you do it?"
"And they shall have dominion over the birds in the sky and the fish in the sea and ... "
"Silly," she giggled, returning to work.
Who the hell is she? he thought. Having given up trying to recognize her, he intently watched her lovely head bobbing up and down over him, hoping to discover a telltale sign in her technique.
"Who the hell are you?"
Without breaking her rhythm she reached into her purse near the bed and fished out a card. It read:
STUDLEY HUNGWELL Appreciative Ladies Entertained Nightly VI 2-8149 Bring Groceries
Billy Black chuckled, remembering that he had had these cards printed and had circulated a hundred of them at a Hollywood party over a year before to win a bet with a friend, who wagered no one would respond. Slowly, one by one, some worn and tattered from circulation, they were all finding their way back to him.
The young lady, working feverishly over his lower extremities, began to perspire; and Billy, feeling what to him was a pang of intense compassion, screamed Go! in his mind; and a rivulet of hot semen rushed into the surprised but delighted young woman's hungry mouth.
"Well, you may be able to make it go up," she said, licking her lips and looking quite pleased with herself, "but it still takes a well-trained mouth and pair of experienced hands to finish the job."
He yawned. "Anything you say, kid. Did I give you this card at the party?"
"Oh, no. My mother never lets me go to those parties. She says all sorts of terrible things happen at them. You know how it is; everybody gets drunk, and if a woman is having fun just talking to some guy, her old man gets all bent out of shape and wants to break his nose."
"Then where did you get it?"
"Remember Mrs. Thompson? Black hair, tall, pretty. A little mole right here," she pointed to her cheek. "Husband's a television director. She came over about six months ago."
"Wait, does she sing a lot?"
"Yeah."
"That's right, Thompson. Fantastic fuck; unbelievably bad voice."
"That's Mom."
"I see. Well ... uh ... how is she?"
"Oh, fine. She sends her love. I was about to run off to Mexico with this teenager I had hot pants for, and she thought I might forget all about him after a session with you.
"Have you?"
"What?"
"Forgotten him?"
She kissed him on the ribs and chest. "Forgotten who?" She kissed his mouth and tried, but failed, to force her tongue through his clenched teeth.
"Brush your teeth and fix breakfast. Did you bring food?"
"No."
"There's a grocery store just around the corner in Hamburger Square."
"Yes, master," she said, wiggling into her dress and sandals and racing for the door.
"Wait. You don't know what I want."
She curtsied. "What, pray tell, wilt thou have, sire?"
"A slab of ham, hash browns, and four eggs, basted gently."
"Got it. Hey, how old are you?"
"Thirty-five," he said, lying by ten years. "And you?"
"Twenty," she answered, missing the mark by three. "I was all wrong about older men. You were completely out of it when I came in last night, and still you were better than all my previous simple-minded seducers rolled up into one."
"Thank you for saying so."
"Don't mention it." She left.
His bones creaked as Billy slipped into his bathing suit and walked out onto the balcony off the bedroom. The white sand below and the ocean beyond reflected the noonday sun like an infinite mirror. He focused his telescope on the huge fishing pier under construction a hundred yards down the beach.
"Filthy motherfuckers," he mumbled. "You're not going to ruin my town and my beach. I'll kill every goddamned one of you if I have to."
Dick Horton stood up in his white Fiat convertible and stepped out without opening the door. Standing almost seven feet tall, he made the car look like a toy. Dolly, his wife, looked like another kind of toy as she sat behind the wheel and blew inside the V-neck of her flimsy summer shell onto large, perfectly formed, perspiring breasts. Her hair was blonde and up. Her slacks were white silk and clung to her lovely legs like wet paint.
The clothes were new: a gift of apology from her husband, who, misunderstanding her intentions (so she had led him to believe once the incident was over), had broken the jaw of the man he had found sleeping in his bed a few weeks before in Dallas. When the lights came on, Dick had realized that his victim was Buck Johnson, owner of the Dallas Drillers, the pro basketball team for which Dick was trying out.
Dolly's tits were new, too: silicone gifts from the very same Buck Johnson, who, understanding her intentions perfectly, did a little drilling of his own into the deep hot recesses of Dolly's hungry pussy during practice sessions.
Explaining to Dick's satisfaction that Buck was simply sleeping off an all-night poker game, Dolly had tried to undo the damage; but it was too late. Dolly had made the team, but Dick was cut from the roster, and they left Big D to try their luck in Los Angeles.
"Honey, are you sure this is the place?" Dick asked, squinting at the address on the grocery store window.
"That's what the paper said." She got out of the car and pulled at her slacks which had ridden up into the crevices of her crotch. "Go on in. I need a drink."
Just as Dick ducked under the rotting door frame of the store, he collided with Billy Black's teen-age house guest.
"Thank you ... I mean, excuse me," she said, moving her head back from the area of his navel and looking up at him. She blushed, her face turning almost the shade of her hair.
"You're welcome. It was my pleasure." He bent down and helped her pick up the groceries. His cheek brushed against hers and she smiled, excited by his touch.
"You're very tall, aren't you?"
"Oh, no. I just have exceptionally good posture."
"Well ... bye." She darted past him and disappeared around the corner.
"Nice," Dick said, watching her bounce out of sight.
"Spunky little cunt, ain't she?" The Walter Brennan-like voice came from behind a counter piled high with cans and boxes, which looked as though they had stood there since the turn of the century.
"That's one way of putting it, I suppose," Dick answered, moving to see if the man looked as much like the actor as he sounded. He did.
"We git a lot of 'em down here. Rich kids mostly. All they're lookin' fer is pot and big dicks."
"Was she stoned?"
"Naw, jist well fucked. She's sleepin' over at Billy Black's. Had to tell me all about it. Gettin' fucked ain't kicky enough fer these youngsters. They gotta tell everbody about it-even perfect strangers, like me. But if you got notions about her, fergit it. Billy Black don't share his pussy with nobody."
"And just who is Billy Black?"
"Among other things, he's our greeter."
Dick remembered a long-bearded old man he and Dolly had seen waving at all the passing traffic earlier that morning. "You mean like that old guy down in Laguna
Beach?"
"Sorta. Only Billy Black lays in his hammock out there on the speedway, wearin' his Fuck-the-Establishment T-shirt, and instead of wavin', he gives everbody the finger." The old man laughed so hard that the orange crate he was sitting on gave way, and he disappeared behind the counter.
"I understand you have an apartment for rent."
"Maybe I do and maybe I don't," said the old man, pulling himself up off the floor.
"Well, maybe I'm interested and maybe I'm not. Why don't we take a look?"
"What kinda job you got?"
"I've got a tryout with the Lakers."
"But you ain't exactly workin' yet."
"No. However, my wife's a cocktail waitress, and she makes good money."
"But she ain't exactly workin' yet, either."
"No."
"Okay, follow me."
Dick followed the old man out of the back door. It opened up on a courtyard surrounded by seven apartments contained within an old Spanish-style two-story building. The stucco was badly chipped, and the red tile roof needed to be completely replaced.
"What do you want, an upper or a lower?"
"What's the difference?"
"Well, the uppers are bigger but the roof leaks. It don't rain that often, but when it does you gotta be a pretty good swimmer if you take one of them."
"Let's see one on the ground floor."
The old man opened the nearest door and a heavy urine stench hit them. Dick grabbed his nose and looked inside. The furniture was old broken pieces of junk. There was garbage on the floor, and the walls were covered with a greasy muck.
"Good God, who's been living in there, a bunch of animals?"
"You could call 'em that, I guess. Seven hippies shared this room until a couple of days ago. Don't pay any attention to the smell. We can hose her out and spray a little deodorant around." Dick gagged, then tightened his throat muscles to hold back his lunch. "It's only $175 a month. It's a steal, being the summer and all."
"No, it won't do. Dolly wouldn't spend five minutes in there."
"The wife?"
"Yeah, we've been drivin' up and down the beach for three days. It's hopeless. Santa Monica, Manhattan Beach, Redondo, Hermosa-everything's full. People are swarming all over the place. This is the only relatively quiet place we've found."
"That's because of all the crime and dope down here. So-called decent people don't want any part of it. But that will all change soon. They're buildin' a new Marina behind us and a multi-million dollar fishin' pier over there. There's even talk of rebuildin' the canals. Big money people like Hughes own most of the land. They'll make Venus a showplace again, like it was in the thirties when I came here."
"Is that what they call this place: Venus?"
"Yeah, California, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. What's your name?"
"Oh, I got a name, but I haven't used it in years. Don't like it. Everybody calls me Fingers. See?" The old man showed him his right hand. All of the fingers were missing. "Oh, I'm sorry, I hadn't noticed."
"It don't bother me. My Pappy was a Bible-thumpin' preacher back in Oklahoma. He cut off a finger ever'time he caught me beatin' my meat."
"That's the cruelest thing I've ever heard."
Fingers smiled through empty gums. "Yeah, I guess it was kinda strong. He didn't mean no harm. Thought God told him to do it. Maybe He did, I don't know. Anyway, I left the night he cut off my thumb. Didn't mind switchin' to a southpaw, but never could get the hang of it with my feet. Tell you what, go get your old lady and I'll show you Number Three."
"No thanks, Fingers, but I don't think she'll be interested."
"It's a very nice place, and I'm real fussy about who I rent it to."
"Well, show it to me."
"Nope, can't do that. Ever hear of Fair Housing? If you wanted the place and I didn't want you to have it, you could have me thrown in jail. You could tell 'em I was prejudiced because you were tall."
"Okay, I'll get her."
"She ain't colored, is she?"
"No."
"That's good. You see, I'm a bigot. I tried like hell not to be, but ... well, like religion, it jist never took."
It was cool and dark in the Sandpiper, the bar next door to Fingers' store. It was right on the beach, and the ocean breeze was cool at any hour of the day. Two strikingly handsome Greek brothers, John and Nick Mykonos, owned and operated the place. These athletic, personable, dark, wavy-haired young men were identical twins. Nick liked girls, and John liked boys. Theirs was the only business in town which showed a substantial profit at the end of the year.
Dolly mounted one of the bar stools and breathed a sigh of relief in the cool atmosphere. Her ass, a nearly perfect sphere of sensuousness, felt good as she lifted first one cheek then the other onto the deep cushion of the stool. All the tension and rigors of solo driving for the past few days left her.
"What can I do for you?" asked Nick, smiling through perfect white teeth, which immediately suggested an invitation to cunnilingus.
"Scotch, rocks, soda top, hurry."
Nick placed the glass in front of her before she had a chance to take a breath. "Anything else?"
Dolly pulled her clinging shell back and forth from her bosom to create an air flow, and Nick got a few flickering peeks at those heavenly orbs. "No, I just need to rest until the vibrations go away. I feel as though I'm still driving the car."
"Come back here a minute."
"What for?"
"Don't ask questions, just follow me into the back room."
"My husband is next door."
"And my mother, may God bless her, is selling fruit in New York City. Now, come on, you want to catch a cold from exhaustion and the sudden temperature change?" He whisked her drink off the bar and stood near the curtained doorway to the back room. Dolly smiled, then slowly climbed off the stool, walked behind the bar and past Nick, through the curtain.
"Hey, Nick," called a customer, "how about another round?"
"Get it yourself, Harry; I'm doing my good deed for today." He disappeared behind the curtain and led Dolly into a very small room, a few degrees warmer. The bed was covered with a lavender satin spread over yellow silk sheets. The deep, lush carpet was red, and the light was very dim and indirect.
Nick flipped on the tape player which produced soft, restful sounds. "Like it? My brother was the decorator."
"He's an athlete."
"My brother."
"No, my husband."
"I see, I think."
"Pro basketball."
"That's nice. Kick off your shoes and crawl under the covers. I'll be right back." Nick went into the even smaller bathroom and dampened a washcloth with warm water. When he returned Dolly was resting under the covers, a little frightened and excited by the possibilities dancing through her head.
Sitting on the floor, Nick dabbed at her forehead with the cloth. "How does that feel?"
"Very refreshing. Do all your customers get such royal treatment?"
"No, just the women, and then only those who turn me on. Are you going to be in town long?" He moved the cloth to her chest. "If we find a place. Eeeeeasy."
"I'll help you." He reached inside the shell and lightly stroked her breasts, tapping both nipples as though he were sending messages on a telegraph key.
"I'm sure you would. Take away your hand, little boy."
"And if I don't?"
"I'll scream."
"How loud can you scream?" Nick asked, massaging the quickly hardening nipples faster and harder.
Dolly took a deep breath and opened her mouth as wide as she could; but before she could scream, Nick covered her mouth with his own. She tried to twist away from him, but he wouldn't budge. She dug her nails into his neck, which only caused him to become more passionate. Even a sharp bite on his lower lip brought no response.
Exhausted, she quit struggling, and Nick slowly moved his body on top of hers without breaking the kiss. She felt his semierection as it passed over her thigh. Even through the two thicknesses of cloth it felt like a young python slithering across her leg. Tilting her sex downward she pressed her legs tightly together; but Nick, bridging her body with his, gyrated over her until, to Dolly's surprise, her legs involuntarily opened to him, and her cunt sprang back into place to meet that irritating stimulus teasing the perimeter of her sex.
Nick pressed on, taking long, slow passes at her pussy. like a swing gaining momentum, each sweeping motion rose higher and ground harder into the target area than the one before.
Dolly let go. The cock digging into her silk-covered sex seemed as big as a baseball bat and hotter than ten thousand hells. Her box was on fire, and her love juices began to splash against her rigid panic button like waves of boiling oil. like a hooked fish she thrashed in total abandon and shoved her tongue into Nick's mouth. He sucked it back to his throat and kept pulling. The pleasure and pain of it were too much for her, she tore her face from his and panted for fresh air. Nick made his deepest penetration and, knowing he had pinned her excited clit with the head of his throbbing cock, he held that position firmly.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "You ... whatever your name is ... get those pants off and fuck me! Fuck me now!"
Nick rolled over on his back and a bell rang in the room. "Ah, shit!"
Dolly shot to a sitting position. "What's that."
"Your old man just walked in."
"What'll we do?"
Nick got up and pulled open the pink crushed-velvet drapes, uncovering a door. "Out this way. You can walk around the corner and meet him coming out."
"Must I?"
"House rules. Come on, hit it!"
With a frustrated pout she pulled her shoes on and walked to the door. "What's your name."
"Nick."
"I'm Dolly."
"Hello, Dolly," he sang. "Come see me when you get settled."
"All right," she said, walking past him, shading her eyes from the harsh sunlight.
"Oh, and one more thing."
"What?"
"Stay away from a character called Billy Black."
"Why?"
"No time to explain now. To be kind, let's just say he's a bad news mother-fucker. He eats little girls like you for breakfast."
"Sounds like fun," she grinned.
"Yeah, like World War II was a ball." He slapped her on the ass and squeezed the cheek. "Run." He closed the door behind her.
Just as Nick had predicted, Dick and Dolly almost collided at the door of the Sandpiper. He led her into the grocery store and introduced her to Fingers. After one eyeful of those bouncing jugs, the old man started to drool all over himself.
"I think I'm gonna like you ... I mean, I think yer gonna like the place," he stammered, as he led them to the apartment. His hand shook as he finally found the right key and opened the door.
The young couple gasped as they stepped inside. Each piece of furniture was a work of art, all hand-hewn by a master carpenter. A dozen or so original paintings, all of excellent quality and having to do with the sea, hung in the living room and the extra-large bedroom with its king-sized bed and richly carved headboard. The dressing table was Spanish, centuries old, and a huge silver-framed mirror hung over it. In the dining area was a beautiful bar made of hatch covers, and a round teakwood table complete with four red leather-upholstered captain's chairs. The kitchen was spotless and compact, yet contained all the major appliances. The fittings throughout the apartment were highly polished brass.
"Very nice, Fingers. How much?"
"One-fifty; that includes the utilities."
"But ... "
"Okay, one-twenty. Look, don't ask me why, but I really want you kids to have the place. It's not a question of bein' responsible for damage-this stuff can't be replaced. I jist have a feelin' that you would like it here and not damage anythin' in the first place."
"Well take it," Dolly said, studying a painting of naked fishermen manning their nets.
While Dick was writing the old man a check, Dolly popped into the shower. The water felt warm and refreshing as she lathered the rich curves of her body. She glided her soapy fingers up and down the silky inner lining of her vagina. The ultra-smooth flesh there was still tender from Nick's onslaught. Waves of electric excitement spread throughout her loins as she gently rubbed her clit between her thumb and forefinger. She increased the pressure, rushing toward a climax to release her from the tension within.
"Room for one more?" Dick smiled as he stuck his head inside the shower, but his smile quickly vanished when Dolly pulled him toward her. He lost his balance and plopped on his butt on the shower floor. Dolly dove between his long legs and sucked the entirety of his tool into her mouth. "Hey, what's happening?" he asked in surprise.
"Shut up and play!" she demanded.
Dick reached over the entire length of her back and entered her throbbing pussy from behind. She immediately tightened her cunt muscles around his probing fingers, and her whole body became as tense and rigid as a railroad tie. He found her clit with his other hand; and this first long-awaited climax hit her with the wild, raw force of a herd of stampeding cattle.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed, unable to continue licking his long, slender shaft. She mouthed the head of his prick, but couldn't find the strength to tighten her lips around it as every muscle and fiber in her body gave way to the mighty orgasm which completely overpowered her.
They lay still for a long time. Uncomfortable, Dick tried to extricate himself from her, but she looked up at him with drugged eyes and begged him not to move. Her being was diffused, splattered all over the Universe, and she had to pause until it came back to her.
Slowly she began to move as life returned to her limbs. For the first time she became aware of the stimulating sting of the water jetting onto her skin. She moved back and rested against the opposite wall, letting the forceful streams of water bounce off her chest and tits and form small rivulets which tickled her stomach and ribs as they rolled downward and flooded her satiated sex.
Dick pushed his legs through the curtain to give himself room to crawl between hers. She was almost asleep when he eased his tongue into her slit. Had she the strength she might have objected, but all she could do was just loll there and moan as he lapped and sucked her up still another mountain of passion. Again she peaked and screamed. Again he pushed her over the edge. Again she lazily floated down, down until she fell back to reality again.
Tenderly taking his head in her hands, she opened her eyes and looked at him for a moment, then kissed him. It was a long, beautiful kiss. Without speaking she pulled herself onto wobbly legs and led him to the bed. She stood over him and stroked him playfully, touching every area of his body with light, loving fingers. like a child with the world's largest candy bar, the size of him filling up the huge bed excited her; and the longer she stroked him, the quicker her breathing became and the more her salivary glands secreted.
Sensing it was about to be tended to, his cock rose and was rewarded with a kiss. Then, teasing his balls with her nails, she kissed the inner sides of his thighs and planted a trail of kisses across his hips, over his touchy abdomen, across his stomach and up to his ribs and nipples, which was as far as she could extend herself. Behind her kisses came the warm, welcome sensation created by rock-hard nipples tracing lines of excitement across his flesh.
His body intoxicated her, and she became drunker with each touch and nibble. Dick reached up to caress her breasts, but she coaxed him to lie back and enjoy her lovemaking. Returning to his tool, she clasped it tightly with one free hand while continuing to massage his balls and the hole beneath with the other. She leaned forward and rotated his rod into and over the delicate flesh of her bosom, then lowered her wet mouth over him and sucked his rubbery head far back into her throat.
"Oh, yes, Baby, yes," Dick moaned, crossing his forehead with his hand and writhing his hips, pushing himself closer to her, aching for her to take all of him inside the silk-lined vacuum of her anxious mouth.
Dolly got her finger past the sphincter muscle and plunged it deep inside him, all the way to his prostate. He moaned again, and his drawn legs fell to either side like felled trees. Working her tongue over his cock faster, and letting her hands increase their busy work, she could feel his juices churning within him and began to pump them out.
"Oh, God, that feels good! Don't stop! Take me, Love! Take all of me!"
"Oooo oh!" she screamed as the first drop of jism touched her lips. She bore down on her cunt muscles, for his orgasm had triggered one within her, and she pulled on his spurting prick like a milking-machine turned up full blast.
Though unseen by them, they were joined in this moment of passion by Fingers, who was watching the entire proceedings from behind the one-way glass of the dressing mirror. He sat in the dark cubicle he had constructed expressly for this purpose and, jerking away madly at his withered tool, he managed to ejaculate a meager driblet of come onto his bare, scrawny knee at the precise moment his new tenants hit their mutual orgasm.
It was late afternoon of the same day, and the Pink Lady was slowly making her way down the speedway toward Hamburger Square. The pink poodle on the pink leash stopped every twenty feet to pee, and this somewhat slowed her daily journey; but these interruptions didn't ruffle her patience in the least, for her early English upbringing had fortified her with a great deal of that virtue, as well as impeccable diction and grand stature.
On first glance one would think the Pink Lady was just another affluent, middle-aged woman (a Southern California commodity as plentiful as oranges); but on closer inspection her elegant clothes looked more like costumes which had been mended many times, and all the hand cream in the world couldn't have removed the calluses from those once lily-white hands. During the week (and this was discovered only because Billy Black followed her one day) she scrubbed floors in downtown office buildings; but on weekends she was the Zza Zza Gabor of Venus society.
"Good afternoon!" Billy Black's greeting was shouted right in the woman's ear as he suddenly materialized from under the hammock.
Shock and surprise were words not to be found in her vocabulary, and she registered neither emotion. "And a good afternoon to you, Mr. Black," was her casual reply as she picked up her dog.
"You look positively beautiful this afternoon," he said, thrusting a piece of paper and pen into her hand.
"Why, thank you. What have we here?"
"It's a petition to get them to stop work on the pier."
"Whyever would you want that?"
"Surely you don't want the kind of riffraff the pier will attract to flood the beach like they do in these other communities? The junior executive with his two point three Volkswagens will bring his snooty wife and his one point seven spoiled brats and deposit them on our recreational facilities. Hamburger Square will get its face lifted to accommodate the tastes of the thousands that will crowd our streets, and we will be driven from our homes by high rise apartment buildings. There will be no place for us to live, no place for us to play, and our merchants will cancel all charge accounts."
"Heaven forbid!" she said, signing the paper. "I had no idea anything like that would happen."
"And there's more," he said, taking the paper. "Much more. But I can't talk now." He disappeared under the hammock.
"Mr. Black?"
"Yes?" he answered, popping back into view.
"Why are you hiding under that hammock?"
"Oh, I'm not hiding. This delightful little girl is sucking my cock, and I don't think it's right to do this sort of thing where children can see."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh, but I am. Look." He drew back the hammock, and the Pink Lady looked over the porch railing. The redhead laughed, and Billy's tool flopped out of the side of her mouth.
"My goodness, you were telling it like it is, as the children say." She put her hand over her poodle's eyes.
"Say hello to the Pink Lady, uh ... what's your name, honey?"
"Laurie," she said, blushing as she tried to tuck his hard rod back into his swim trunks.
"Don't stop on my account, my dear," said the Pink Lady. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."
"I am," Laurie said. She took the cock back into her mouth again and started licking the shaft and his balls so the older woman could get a good look at the action.
"Great way to pass the day," Billy said. "This kind of exercise really helps me unwind. But I've been telling you that for years."
The Pink Lady couldn't take her eyes off his cock. "Mr. Black? " she asked after a moment.
"Yes?"
"Do you recall telling me that I had a standing invitation to partake of your services anytime I chose? I think you made that statement about three years ago."
Billy scratched his head. "No, I don't remember; but it sounds like something I'd say."
"Would you mind awfully if I joined in the festivities this afternoon?"
"Not at all. Okay with you, Laurie?"
"I don't care."
"Splendid. Could we go inside? I'm not quite as brave as you, I'm afraid."
"By all means!" Billy replied with a big grin. "Do you want to take the animal home, or shall we let him enjoy the party with us?"
"Oh, good heavens, no. Poopsie would have a stroke. I'll tie him to a table. Shall we go?"
Billy stood up after cramming his bulging muscle back into his trunks. "After you, sweet lady," he said with a sweeping gesture.
"Is she going to want to make it with me?" Laurie whispered to Billy as they went up the stairs to his bedroom.
"I don't know. I've never even seen her knee. Play it by ear."
"Well, I don't want to do that."
"Why?"
"Because I've never done it before."
"It may be your thing."
"Well, I just won't do it, and you can't make me. The whole idea disgusts me."
"Suits the shit out of me. I wouldn't walk across the street to make anybody do anything."
The assembled trio sat facing one another on the king-sized bed. Billy asked if anyone had any suggestions as to where to begin, and the Pink Lady remarked that taking off their clothes would be as good a beginning as any. She stood and removed her light green hat with the outlandish pink feather. Next came the floor-length dress and the old-fashioned petticoat. Her bra and panties were homemade replicas of those worn in the thirties by ladies posing for French postcards. As she slipped out of these (with the composure and dignity of the Queen herself) Billy's lackadaisical grin vanished, and he realized that he might be in for more than a comic fuck with an old broad. The Pink Lady was in fantastic shape for her age (or anyone's age for that matter). Her tits were small but firm, and showed no signs of drooping. In fact, not an inch of loose flesh could be seen anywhere on her tall, slim frame.
"How do you keep so trim?" Laurie asked, slipping out of her bikini. The poise and grace of the other woman had removed all her self-consciousness.
"I dance on the beach," she answered, pirouetting around the room. "In the early morning hours I dance, naked, along the water's edge. I dance a ballet of praise to the beauty of nature, and I'm rewarded with a continuing youthful spirit and body."
Billy Black was mesmerized by the erotic, liquid flow of her movements. "And to think everyone in Venus, myself included, has been laughing at you all these years."
"Oh, no Mr. Black; everyone laughs with me. They may not be conscious of it, but our spirits communicate. Spirits cannot be deceived. Take yours, for instance. You would have us believe that there is little good in you, but I know the opposite to be true."
Billy laughed. "Then all these people I've been fucking have been love objects?"
"Yes. Whether you call it fucking or cock-sucking or cunt-lapping doesn't change the act itself. Words haven't the power to make a beautiful act ugly." She glided to him and pulled his red trunks from his body with the deftness of a conjuror jerking a tablecloth from under dishes. Still moving with the rhythm of the dance she caressed his genitals with her hands; his cock sprang into a full erection and swayed with her movements as though keeping time with unheard music. "Can you say that you feel nothing but lust in your loins when I touch your manhood in this manner, or deliver sweet kisses upon it like this?" She kissed his cock squarely, taking the tip end between her pursed lips, and lightly glazed it with her tongue.
"Nothing else, Pink Lady. There is nothing else." Billy felt as though she were kissing the very insides of him, but he ignored the sensation.
"Ah, but there is more. Much more. But you refuse to accept it. I had a great teacher when I was a little girl in London, and she taught all her children that love was beauty. Perhaps you have heard of her. Her name was Isadora Duncan, and she dedicated her life to all things beautiful and all things loving." She turned her attentions to Laurie. "Like you, my dear." She placed her hands on Laurie's tits and gently pushed her backwards, until she was stretched out across the bed. "You are beautiful. Your body is young and bursting with loveliness. But all that beauty will remain locked up inside of you unless someone who has had the experiences you lack coaxes all that loveliness from you." The Pink Lady brought her body down on top of Laurie's and held it just inches above her. Rotating ever so slowly, she brushed the girl's thigh with the hair of her sex while kissing her neck, chest and shoulders.
Laurie felt all weight leave her body, and she seemed to be swimming in deliciously warm waters. Her pubic area tingled as the older woman brushed her with teasing, circular motions. Cries of objections were made deep in her brain, but they were so weak and so far away that they were quickly overruled by the tender, loving excitement of the moment. The Pink Lady kissed her in both areas simultaneously. Her lips found the girl's panting mouth and filled it with her tongue, while the lips of her pussy descended on Laurie's and seemed to suck the girl's clitoris up into the hot, wet mouth of her sex.
Laurie swooned. She fell into a marvelous trance just this side of unconsciousness, and tiny, orgasmistic explosions ignited, in chain reaction fashion, every nerve in her system. The Pink Lady went into a frenzy of loving assault upon her willing victim. She ground their sexes together, and her kisses grew harder, hotter, more frequent. Laurie was so overcome she couldn't respond. She could only lie there and take her lover's caresses. She wanted to return the warm kisses and replace the love taken from her giving partner. Could it be true that she was actually making love with another woman? she asked herself. No, was her quick answer, for this was not a woman. This was another person-another soul, who needed desperately to love and be loved.
As an athlete will summon up that extra fraction of strength when almost totally exhausted, Laurie rolled the Pink Lady over on her back and changed roles with her. Drunk with waves of warm ecstasy, she kissed the woman's eyes, nose, ears and mouth. She took her taut nipples between her lips and teased them with her teeth. Not being able to contact her with her pussy, as the more experienced woman had been able to do, that area began to itch with want; she spun around quickly and fell upon the beautiful pussy with her mouth. An ocean of wetness flowed from both the lips that kissed and the pussy that ached to be kissed. Exactly the same pattern of stimulus and response was being set at the other end as the Pink Lady plunged her hot tongue into the inviting slit of smooth, pink flesh which hovered over her face.
How long did they continue like that? Laurie couldn't answer that question. There was the feeling of eternity present. It was as though they had always been sharing this great joy, coupled with the fear that their love-making might end. Oh, what a tragedy that would be! What's that? She's touching my other hole. Oh, yes! Oh, that feels so good! And now the fingers go deep inside me! Why doesn't that hurt? She's using something-a cream of some kind. And now deeper! And now more fingers! And now-"Oh, God, that feels good! What are you doing, my darling?"
"I'm fucking you in the ass, my darling," answered Billy Black, standing over them with his cock half buried in Laurie's ass, his balls resting on the Pink Lady's forehead.
"Oh, do it, do it, do it! Love me, suck me, fuck me! Both of you! Both of you, my darlings!"
Billy, holding Laurie by the hips, pushed and pulled her over his throbbing cock as he increased his thrust. "Wow! Oh, shit, that feels good!" he exclaimed, feeling the hot, tight flesh bearing down on his cock, and the Pink Lady's lips and tongue working over his balls and ass-hole, alternately moving from Laurie's clit to Billy's balls as he moved in and out of her range.
Laurie got the Pink Lady's clit in her mouth and closed her teeth around it. "Ummmmmm," moaned the Pink Lady, her face contorting in pleasure. She bore down on Laurie's clit, then pushed her finger into Billy and diddled his prostate.
It was one, two, three: Billy, Laurie, the Pink Lady.
"God damn!" Billy cringed as a truckload of come rushed up from his tormented testicles, through his over-stimulated shaft, enlarging him, making Laurie's ass-hole widen even more before gushing out inside her.
"AGHHHHH!" Laurie screamed. Her clit was on fire. Her ass was on fire. And someone, who knows which one, who cares, maybe both, thrust their fingers into her hot gaping cunt and pushed them all the way to the mouth of her womb.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH! Ohhhhhh." The Pink Lady felt her orgasm all the way to her toes. like a tidal wave of pleasure, it rushed up to her head, and then back down into her feet, and, making several more passes, slowly subsided like a disturbed pond as it rocks back and forth until placid once again.
With shaking knees Billy crawled in between the two women; and they all, using what tiny amount of energy they had left, gently kissed whatever part of whoever anatomy was handy. This affectionate afterplay continued until there was nothing left.
One after the other, the lovers quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Billy was awakened by the excited yapping of Poopsie. He flipped on the bedside lamp, and the perturbed poodle danced over the two sleeping forms, awakening them as he lapped at their nakedness, and his little red pecker came brightly into view.
"Good morning, children," Billy said.
"Hello," grinned Laurie, yawning and stretching her arms and legs. She hugged the Pink Lady around the waist and kissed her stomach.
"Did you sleep well, sweetheart?" said the Pink Lady, stroking Laurie's hair, noticing the silkiness of its texture.
"Oh, yes! It was as though I was transported into another world. I never thought sex could be that beautiful with a woman. I know you'll think I'm silly, but I just love you." She grabbed Billy's hand. "Both of you."
"My, how did you get loose?" said the Pink Lady to Poopsie who jealously pushed his nose between Laurie's face and his mistress' stomach. She pulled at the frayed ends of his leash where he had broken loose. "You naughty little man. I know, I know, you wanted to be with your mom. She was having a love-party and you wanted to join." The dog happily licked her hand as she stroked his cock.
"Do you jerk him off?" asked Laurie.
"Oh, yes, quite often."
"And you don't mind?"
"I love him. What else can I tell you?"
"May I?" Laurie reached for Poopsie's genitals.
"Be my guest."
"Here I sit, ladies and gentlemen, between two lovely ladies. I've been told I'm not a bad-looking guy, but these wenches would rather pass the time jerking off an over-anxious poodle." The dog sprang from Laurie's grasp and bounded into Billy's lap.
"He wants you, Billy," Laurie said. "Isn't that sweet?"
"Oh, no, take it to one of the ladies, old man. That's not my thing."
"Please, Mr. Black; he'd enjoy it so."
"I've heard the love-me-love-my-dog line, but this is ridiculous."
"Come on, Billy, make him shoot." She slid closer to him. "Here, make him shoot on my stomach."
"No reasonable request refused-that's my motto." He spit on his hand and massaged the dog's tiny prick. Poopsie started kicking, and nipped him on the cheek. "No kissing, please, I'm just rendering a service, not offering my hand in matrimony." The dog squealed and shot a narrow stream of jism into Laurie's navel.
"Isn't that cute?" Laurie said, leaning over and kissing the dog on the balls. "Just like my little brother."
"You must have some very interesting family picnics."
"Oh, we do," said Laurie, taking Billy's soft cock in her mouth and squeezing it with her lips. "You must come with us sometime."
Billy pulled away from her and stood up. "New game, children. We have work to do." He reached into a drawer and removed a bottle of black liquid, poured some into his hand and transferred it to Laurie's chest.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm painting you black. We've got a little night work ahead of us.
The three of them took turns painting one another until there was not a patch of white on anyone.
"What do we do now?" asked the Pink Lady. "I don't think I've ever played this game before."
Billy ran for the stairs. "Follow me, men!" He bounded down the stairs and out the back door onto the beach. No one was in sight, and he led them to the lifeguard's station and dove under it. Breathless, the two women joined him there.
"What's this all about?" asked Laurie. "See that dozer over there by the pier?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to ride it into the ocean."
"Mr. Black, that's willful destruction of private property."
"It's also a way to halt the construction on the pier."
The Pink Lady touched his black cock, shining in the moonlight. "Don't do that. Come back with us. I'll do anything to give you pleasure, but not this."
"This is what it shall be, ladies. Anyone coming with me?"
"Not I, Mr. Black."
"I'll go with you, Billy. If you're sure that's what you want to do."
"Let's go." He sprang from the station and sprinted to the dozer, hiding behind it. Laurie was soon there with him. "See that hut over there? There are two guards in there." He handed her a padlock. "The door can be locked from the outside. As soon as you snap the lock, wave at me and then get the hell out of here. I'll meet you back at the house."
"But ... "
"No questions. Go!"
Billy watched Laurie's cute little ass as she ran to the hut and hid behind it for a moment to catch her breath. He jumped into the dozer's seat, and Laurie disappeared around the other side of the hut. A moment later she stuck her head back into view and waved. He fired up the machine and released the clutch.
The pier was in its first stages of construction. It jutted about thirty feet over the sand and another thirty over the water. Billy aimed the crawling monster onto the ramp, opened up the big diesel engine full blast and headed through the wooden barricade and over the rough concrete.
Laurie ran back to the pier just as Billy was going over the end. The last section collapsed, and Billy gave a loud rebel yell as he followed the machine into the water. Sirens blasted, and Laurie saw the tiny hut wave back and forth as the men tried to pound their way out. She ran out in the water, looking for a sign of Billy. Only bubbles came forth from where the huge dozer had hit the water. She waited for Billy to surface, but he was nowhere in sight. Five minutes passed. It seemed like five hours. Suddenly she was very cold. Chill bumps rose all over her and she hugged her titties and heard her teeth begin to chatter.
The guards broke out, and Laurie ran crying down the beach and back to the lifeguard's station. She stayed there for another few minutes, then ran back into Billy's house, where she spent a sleepless night being bathed and consoled by the Pink Lady, who assured her Billy would be all right.
Billy Black was indeed all right. He swam underwater as soon as he submerged, and surfaced about twenty yards down the other side of the pier from where Laurie watched for him. There he watched the action: Laurie hesitantly running away, and the guards cussing as they examined the damage.
When the way seemed clear, Billy swam a few more yards down the beach and got out of the water near an old girl friend's house. Her name was Gloria, and even though she had sworn to spit in Billy's face if he ever talked to her again (they had had a little misunderstanding over a couple of thousand dollars of hers that Billy spent), she let him into her house, her bed and her body, completely accepting his story that he had narrowly escaped from a band of matimen in KKK garb, who stripped him, painted him black, and were about to lynch him when he broke away.
Gloria was a very trusting person. After an early morning blow job, she gave Billy a thousand dollars for his escape to Mexico.