Chapter 4
Somebody else walking those streets had a good idea, too. He saw me unfold some of my bills at a pizza joint, and he figured it would be a good idea to take them from me.
He followed me outside, down the street, and when I turned the comer he pressed what may have been a piece of pipe into my back. I never found out for sure. I gave him the bread, all of it. That's right, the sonuvabitch made me empty my pockets, and he got every dollar.
And he pulled it off in broad daylight, too. I felt like a fool for showing that much money, for nearly shouting at the top of my lungs that I was ripe for picking.
When night came, I slept in the park. I hid under some bushes so the cops wouldn't spot me. The next day, I decided that I couldn't sleep in that park again. The ground got cold at night, and besides, I was supposed to be having a ball, not sleeping on the damn grass.
I stopped in a joint, a coffee shop painted like a trip. I had some doughnuts with some change I'd panhandled and when I filled my stomach, I sat back and looked around. All sorts of freaks inhabited the place. A tall guy in a floppy hat caught me eyeing the mob and he walked over.
"You together?" he said. I wasn't sure what the hell he was talking about. "You got any grass you can sell me?"
I laughed in his face, and he backed off. "Wait a minute," I said. "I'm not fucldn' with you or anything. It's just that I'm flat and I don't know what to do about it. I wish I had some grass to sell you. It'd buy me a bed tonight...."
The guy smiled and sat down opposite me in the booth. "My name's Randy," he said. "Welcome to Fun City...."
I dug him, and we talked awhile. He wanted to know where I came from and all that shit, and I filled him in. Then this chick came over and plopped herself down next to Randy.
"This is Sherry," he acknowledged, and she gave me a grin. She was good-looking, plain in the face but stacked.
"Glad to meetcha," she said, putting me on with the phony greeting.
"Likewise," I said, extending my hand. She bit it. 'Wow, baby! You must be a terror in bed...."
She didn't say anything to that, and Randy told her to buzz off. She went in a huff, a strung-out bitch with trouble in her brain. I chatted with Randy for a few more minutes, then cut. He gave me an address to come to if I got uptight and needed a place to stay. I could find a mattress on the floor, he said.
Well, I wanted to do better than that, and I kept cruising, looking for a chick to spend the night with. I talked with a couple, but they were kind of hostile. I didn't blame them. I wouldn't take me in off the street, either.
And then about eleven o'clock, when things were looking real bad, I heard this voice come out of a door well.
"Ssssst. Hey! Come over here....
I look, but I don't see anything. I move closer, and this face peers out at me, puffy and pale. The guy's about forty, and he motions to me with his arm to come closer.
"Hello," he said nervously, glancing down the street, first to the left, then the right.
"Hello," I said, wondering what kind of creep had summoned me off the byways and highways of life.
"Uh, listen ... I've got a problem," he said. He seemed distracted, as if he'd be saying the words, his quick proposition, even if I hadn't existed. "My wife is at home...."
When he said that, I had a good idea what the proposition might be, and I started to smile. I wiped it away and listened intently. I didn't want to aggravate him and blow it....
. and my wife wants some company," he said. "Now, I'm not in a position to take care of her like I used to, and so that's why when I saw you walking by I called you over. I was wondering if you'd like to drop by our apartment tonight so that you could meet her. She's very ... attractive."
"She is," I said gravely. "Well, that's good. I like attractive women. You must, too. I mean, you married one...."
"Yes, yes I did," he said, that nervous laugh bubbling from his lips again. "Well, I have to be getting on. Uh, what do you say? Do you want to stop by?"
"What's in it for me?"
He was taken aback by this. I think that's the proper phrase, taken aback. It seemed to offend him, my being so selfish, and so direct....
"Well, I can give you money," he mumbled.
"It's better than stamps...."
"Yes, certainly...."
The conversation was very stimulating. It seemed that if I reached out to touch him, I would only find air. He did not exist. His image was a vision, his voice a dream.
"How much money will you give me?" I asked, standing there with my hands in my pockets, feeling very cool for someone so desperate. But I knew he was mine. He was a fool, and fools are easy....
"Uh, will twenty bucks be okay?" he said. "No. Make it fifty...."
He was astounded. "Fifty! No, that's impossible," he sputtered. "Absolutely impossible...."
He pushed by me, is head down, but I grabbed his arm. "Let's compromise," I said. "Forty...."
"Thirty."
"Lead me to the wall, that I might drink."
His small eyes gleamed in the light of the street-lamp, and he pulled out a piece of paper. Carefully printed was the address, the name.
"Just buzz the buzzer and I'll let you in," he said, his voice full of anticipation.
"Sure, right. Buzz the buzzer...."
"Yes. See you in an hour then. Make it an hour. She needs time to get ready. You understand...."
"I understand."
He shook my hand, concluding the deal, and walked away. I watched him waddle down the street, a penguin on the way home to his minx of a wife. I envisioned her as a knockout or a bag. If she was the former, he was a bigger fool than I thought....
"Shit!" I said aloud. "I didn't get any bread from the bastard!"
I wanted to get something to eat before I went to his joint. My stomach was growling.
"Excuse me," I said to a chick passing by. "Can you spare me some change?"
No response.
I kicked a trash can in anger, and she spun about, terrified. Her eyes were big, and she cringed.
"Don't worry," I said. "I'm not horny; just hungry...."
She flashed me a look that told me she thought I should be impounded and turned away. I was tired of people turning their backs on me. It irritated me. Well, it was only a matter of time before they'd clamor to get near me. Damn, I had some ideas.
But I also had business to take care of, and so I wandered over to Mr. Rex's apartment and buzzed the buzzer. True to his word, he let me in. I stomped up the stairways until I got to 5-B. I rapped on the door, and it opened. In front of me stood this stupendous chick! Christ, she must've measured out at 39-23-36. She was top-heavy, but that's the way I liked them. Her hips were flaring, and she had long, muscular legs. And a redhead, too!
"Your husband said-"
"Yes, I know," she said, her voice velvety. I thought for a moment I was playing a part in some D-movie. "Come on in...."
I went inside, and the place was gorgeous, a real fine pad. Mr. Rex obviously had some money, which partly explained why he was married to such a cock-teasing chick. He could afford her, and she was definitely a luxury.
"Where's he at?" I said, not seeing my benefactor.
"He'll be out in a minute. Do you want a drink?"
"Uh, yeah. Lemme have a Scotch. On the rocks."
There was some clinking of ice cubes and glasses, and then she was sitting next to me on the couch, those lovely tits nearly spilling out of the top of her pantsuit.
I took a gulp of the drink and nearly coughed. I never liked booze, and it didn't agree with me at that point. I was kind of leery about the deal, having not received a penny so far. But when the chick took the drink out of my hand and flashed me one of those come-hither smiles, I forgot money. "You do this often?" I asked, reaching for her.
"Only when the mood strikes me," she said.
I pulled her against me, and her lips were soft and warm. My cock swelled, and I was happy. She smelled wonderful, exotic, sexy. I dropped a hand to her tits and gave her a feel. She sighed and leaned back.
"Ohhhhh, this is so good," she moaned. "You're a doll...."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I opened the blouse and fished one of her boobs out. She didn't wear a bra, and all that softness drove me mad. I sucked a tit into my mouth, and she slid her hands into my hair, which was growing longer by the day.
"Ooooooo," she mewed. "That's nice. I like the way you do that, honey....
I had the nipple between my teeth, and I was laving it with my tongue, working it over good. She had big, fat nipples, leathery and brown. Her body came alive as I sucked her juicy tits, her legs opening and closing, and I could feel her grow hotter by the moment. She was wheezing like a bitch in heat when hubby stumbled into the room.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, as I pulled my face out of his wife's tits.
She just lay there, gazing at him blankly. "Give him the money now, dear, and get out of the way," she said. He pulled three tens out of his pocket and handed them to me. I stuffed them into my pants and sat looking at them both.
"Don't mind Daniel," she said to me, running her hands through my hair. "He likes to watch. Just ignore him. Turn down the lights, dear...."
Daniel nicked a few switches and disappeared into the confines of a large black chair. I couldn't see him, but I knew that he could see me clearly. The idea that a man would want to watch someone make love to his wife staggered me, and I had trouble working up any passion. I chewed on her tits for a few moments, and she lifted my head.
"I said forget about him," she murmured. "Or well call the whole thing off...."
That bugged me. "Okay, baby," I said, ripping her blouse open to the waist. "We'll do it up nice.
I kissed her hard on the mouth, pulling her into my lap. She giggled, her tits flopping free, two huge melons that were mine to do with as I pleased. I pulled at them, kneading the warm flesh, and it seemed as though a match had been applied to her soul. Lord, but she was hot, one hell of a fiery woman....
'I'll lass you," she said, her voice sounding somewhat strained. "Let me kiss you...."
She got down on the floor between my legs and unzipped my pants. I let my head rest back, gazing up into the revolving lights on the ceiling. Purple, red, blue, they all swam in front of my eyes as I felt her mouth close over my dick.
"Suck hard," I said, wondering what hubby was thinking at that moment. "Suck it hard for me...."
She did. I knew she would make me come, I sensed it. She was horny, and I think she wanted to take me with her mouth to satisfy whatever raging appetites drove her. Not to mention the humiliation it would bring to her husband. Imagine sitting in your living room while your wife sucked the dick of a stud you had met on the street! She had to hate him. It was impossible, surreal.
"Here we go, baby," I moaned as my orgasm approached. "Here it is...."
She worked hard, taking almost all of my cock into her mouth as I bucked my hips. I could hear her breathing, labored, gasping. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. She didn't play with me. She just sucked until she made me come, and I couldn't resist her too long.
"Gahhhhhhhh!" I moaned. "Ohhhh, Jesus!"
She had my dick between her lips, and she didn't let go until she had sucked every drop of come from it. As soon as she was finished, I pushed her on her back and pulled at her outfit, trying to ease it down over her hips. I imagined she had a glorious, wet cunt, and I wanted to get in it, wanted to feel my tongue wriggled into her pussy.
"Yes, hurry!" she rasped, helping me get that luscious body nude. "Ohhhhh...."
When she was spread out on the floor, I shucked off my clothes and hustled between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, and I just slid right in. I nibbled her clit, which had swelled and seemed as tender as a bud.
"Eeeeeeee, oh my God!" she shrieked. "Ohhhh, yes! Do that! I love that! Ohhhhhh, it's good! Good!"
Her body heaved, and I drove her through one orgasm after another. Then I pulled my lips out of her pussy and kissed her thighs, sliding my tongue over the smooth skin. We were close to hubby now, and I glanced over at the chair.
He sat with his dick in hand, and I could see that he had already come, his sperm spattered on his pants. The sight disgusted me, then excited me. What a fool he was! He could be in my place, worshipping the body of this gorgeous woman. But he was hung up, for whatever reasons, and I was lucky enough to be the chosen one.
I got to my knees and found her pussy with my fingers, sliding two into her and thrusting them through her. She whimpered, her mouth gaping open as I finger fucked her.
"Ummmmmm, yeahhhhhh!" she murmured. "Now give me your dick. Please fuck me! I want you so bad...."
"All in good time," I said.
I wanted to turn her on like she had never been turned on before. Her tits jiggled like jello as I fucked my fingers into her. I leaned forward and kissed her belly, teasing her navel with my tongue.
"Oooh!" she moaned. "Unnnnnhhhh...."
Her cunt was sopping, hot as a furnace and slick with her juice. Suddenly she sat up, snaking her arms around my neck and kissing me hard on the mouth. I rubbed the palm of my hand over her clitoris, feeling the hard nub of it slide against my skin. Her body jerked, and she opened her mouth wide, sucking in air as she kept her lips on mine.
"Gonna fuck you good now," I murmured. "Gonna fuck you so good you'll never need it again.
I expected her to laugh, but she didn't. She clung to me as if she were afraid to take our little act to completion. I pulled her arms away and pushed her back, moving atop her.
"Put it in," I said hoarsely.
She reached down, groping for my dick. Her fingers closed over it and she fondled it, moving her hand over the length of the hard shaft. She seemed hungry to examine it before she took it into her cunt, to anticipate working it into her hot vagina.
"Go ahead," I said again. "Get it in...."
"Yes ... yessssss...."
I took one of her tits in my mouth and bit down hard on the nipple. She yelped and pulled my dick into her cunt, lurching up at me, the head of my cock penetrating the soft folds of her pussy.
"All of it," I grunted. "Take it all...."
For some reason, I wanted her to do all the work. If she needed young cock so bad, she could show it.
"Oooooo, ooooooo," she wailed, her head snapping from side to side. "Yesssssss...."
"You like it?" I asked as my dick plunged into her steaming cunt. "You dig it?"
"Mmmmmmm...."
"Tell me how much you love my dick in you," I said, laying it on thick now. "Tell me...."
She hesitated, and then the words gushed out. "I love the feel of you, so big, so strong!" she gasped. "I want you to fuck me like my husband wishes he could! You're the best, the best lover I ever had. I want you to come see me all the time. I'll make him pay you. I love you...."
I clamped my mouth onto hers and unloaded. She heaved against me, her cunt thrusting over my cock. And then her body stiffened, and we lay locked, each of us experiencing the searing heat of orgasm. Her back arched, my prick in her up to the hilt, filling her hungry cunt with come, she was in another world, her mind rushing to keep pace with her emotions.
"I'll take another drink now," I said when we had parted. She lay next to me, her head on my chest. It was as if she had been a virgin, I her first lover.
"Get him what he wants, Daniel," she said, her voice full of authority.
Hubby pulled himself out of his chair after several moments, and when he returned, he handed me the Scotch. It tasted good, the liquor searing hot but satisfying. My mouth was parched, my body seemingly drained of fluid.
"Marcia?" Mr. Rex inquired meekly.
"Go to bed, Daniel," she said firmly. "I want to talk with your friend, alone...."
"But-"
"I told you to go to bed. Now beat it...."
"You've got no business doing this to me," he said, his voice pathetically weak. "I said I'd find you someone, but .you promised...."
"I didn't promise a thing," she said. "Now get out of here! Get out!"
He glared at her, then turned and stalked out the front door, slamming it shut behind him. She laughed and sat up, looking down at my deflated dick.
"Usually, the men he brings me leave about this time," she said, her voice mischievous. "But I like you more than the others."
"That's nice...."
"Yes, and I want you to stay."
"You mean, stay the night?"
"For as long as you want."
Now, that was an interesting proposition. I needed a soft place to lay down to sleep, and her apartment seemed fine. I figured I could also touch them for quite a few funds....
"Sure," I said, pulling her onto me. "For as long as I want...."
I grabbed her by the shoulders and lowered one of those enormous breasts into my mouth. She moaned, her body twitching as I sucked her tit.
"You're so good," she said, her hands caressing my face. "Usually, they just fuck me and leave, glad to get their money. But you're special. I need you. Life is so dull. Daniel is awful. He doesn't know how to treat a woman. You do...."
Damn right! I thought. Good thing there's men like Daniel in the world. Make life fun for men like me....
One of her hands went to my cock, which was swelling with blood. I pushed her back, her hair swirling about her head as she yanked at my dick, roughly trying to get it hard so that she could once again feel the hardness of it fill her cunt. She was rapacious, a female animal.
"Get on it," I said. "Damn, but you're too much, woman! Never met a chick like you."
That was a lie; all women flip over a good lover. But she grinned, pleased by the compliment. And then I felt her cunt slid onto my prick, and I lay back and enjoyed the scenery. Her tits flopped about as she fucked herself on my cock, her eyes wild, her face distorted with lust.
"Gonna take all I can get, dammit!" she said, seeming angry for some reason. "Gonna glut myself like a pig...."
We rutted there on the floor like animals, panting and gasping through one position after another. I was in fine form, and at one point my dick got hard and wouldn't let up. I couldn't come, but my cock hadn't been told the news. She used that dick as if she had bought it in a store, licking it, sucking it, plunging it into her in every conceivable position. We retired to the bedroom halfway through our bout. I slept for about three hours in that fantastic bed, loving the feel of that soft mattress under me.
I awoke with my dick in her mouth.
"You're gonna make yourself sick," I kidded. "Too much cock could kill a woman. Not to mention the man...."
She giggled, having no intention of freeing my prick from her mouth. She kissed it lovingly, sliding her tongue over it, tightening her lips over it until it was rock-hard, pulsing almost painfully. Her fingers caressed my balls, and finally I couldn't stand it.
"Get on your knees," I said. "Hurry up! I'll give you what you want, you crazy bitch!"
She crawled into position, and I moved behind her. I jabbed it between her buttocks, feeling it probe into her anus. I had missed her cunt, but I had decided I'd try something new. I pushed hard, and the head of my dick, wet with saliva, slid into her ass.
"No, no!" she cried, the pain obvious.
Well, well, I thought. I'm exploring virgin territory. That's good; she'll love it when she gets used to it.
I had read that anal intercourse can be fantastic, but that because of the pain involved, most couples never try it. I knew that she was an inititiate; I could feel her ass stretching to accommodate my dick as I pushed into her.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned, trying to crawl forward as the pain ripped through her. "It hurts! Ohhhh, God! It hurrrrrrrrrrrts!"
I got all eight inches into her and she was bawling like a baby. I was brutal, and I enjoyed it. I guess I could've made it less painful, but it wouldn't have been as intense, as satisfying. And then she began to sob, and I knew that the pain was diminishing and the pleasure increasing for her.
"Jesus, it's wild!" she gasped. "Oh, wow! Go ahead! Fuck it into me!"
I pulled it almost all the way out, then pushed hard. It plunged into her ass, and she convulsed, making no sound as she experienced a new kind of orgasm. I reached around her and grabbed her tits, pulling and kneading them.
"My cunt!" she said. "Touch my cunt!"
I slipped my arm around her belly and worked a couple of fingers into her pussy. It was wet and I realized that she was coming like crazy. It turned me on, and I felt my orgasm well up, and then I was coming, streams of sperm jetting into her rectum.
Eeeeeeunmhhhhh!" she cried. "Eeeeeee!!"
Her buttocks flexed and relaxed, pulling at my dick. For a novice, she showed much talent. She was a natural whore.
"You're gonna kill me, you were right," she said when I moved off her. "You're dangerous."
"You never did it that way before, eh?" I asked, covering one of her tits with my palm as she lay on her back, her head nestled on my arm.
"No, never...."
"Me neither," I admitted, and she looked up at me, her gaze more tender than I would have liked. Suddenly, she seemed very frail, not as strong as she had pretended.
"I love you," she murmured, and I leaned over and kissed her.
"I love you, too," I said, and she draped both arms around my neck and pulled my mouth down on hers hard.
Her reaction to my words was astounding. I realized then that she wanted to hear them, that they completed our relationship. She needed to feel love, even though our relationship was entirely sexual. Well, if she wanted to delude herself, that was all right with me. I had no delusions. She was a gorgeous snatch stuck with a jerk of a husband and she loved fucking with me. She could call it love if she wanted, and I'd help her in the deception. She was a very valuable friend....
"I'm hungry," I said after we had broken the kiss. "Got anything to eat?"
She hopped out of bed like I'd stuck a pin in her ass. "Be back in a jiffy," she said. When she returned, she carried a trayfull of food. I wolfed it down, steak, potatoes, rolls.
"Want some wine?" she said.
"Don't ask, just bring it," I said, feeling like a king. "By the way, when's Mr. Rex coming back?"
"Mr. Rex?"
"Yeah, your husband ... "
She giggled, liking the name I had given him. "Oh, he's gone for the night," she said. "He's most likely with the whore around the corner."
"He goes to a whore with you waiting home for him?"
"You know by now that he can't do anything with me. But he can get it off with her. He's ridiculous...."
"Too bad," I said.
"Now, you know you don't mean that," she said, drawing the covers back and fondling my prick. "I think it's dead," I said.
She swiveled around on the bed and spread her thighs, so that I was gazing straight into the pink folds of her pussy. "This isn't," she said, parting the lips of her cunt.
I just crawled down there and started eating. I ate her until she couldn't take any more, and then I lay back and went to sleep. When I woke up, the room was dark, and I figured I had either slept through the day or awakened very early. I reached for her, but she was gone.
When I sat up, my head throbbed, and I collapsed back onto the pillow. The walls seemed to press in on me, and I got panicky. I felt trapped. I got out of the bed and looked for my clothes, remembering then that I had discarded them the night before in the living room. I went to the door and peeked out. Marcia had just arrived, and packages lay strewn about the floor.
"You went shopping, eh?" I said.
She glanced up, surprised by my voice. "Come on in," she said. "These are all for you...."
I walked out stark naked, my dick hanging down like a piece of rubber hose. Her eyes fastened on it as I approached, and I got the feeling she was ready to go at it again.
"Here," she said, holding up a pair of striped bell-bottoms. "Try these on...."
I stepped into them, and they fit perfectly. "I got the size from the ones you were wearing," she explained. "Here's a shirt. Hope you like it...."
I was dressed to the teeth when I left, telling her I'd be back that night, that I wanted to visit some friends. I walked the streets, enjoying the sun. It was July, but the weather wasn't too hot, just balmy. The scene was solid, with all sorts of creeps and frogs crawling around the corners, playing their roles, trying to look cool. I felt cool, relaxed.
"Hey, man! Can you spare some change?" a freak asked me, and I brushed by him. I was carrying the three tens Mr. Rex had been so kind to give me the night before, and I wasn't about to part with any of it.
I remembered the address Randy had given me, and I walked over to the building. It was a dilapidated joint, falling in at the seams. I stepped through the door which hung on one hinge, and bounded up the stairs. When I hit the right door, I knocked. The door swung open from the pressure of my knuckles. I peered inside. Darkness. I walked in, stumbling over what felt like a body after about ten steps.
"Hey, watch out!" a soft voice said. "And close the door."
I went back and shut it, and then stood trying to accustom my eyes to the darkness.
"Who's that? That you, Paul? Paul?" another voice came.
I recognized it as Randy's. He got up and came toward me, ushering me into the kitchen. We shook hands, and he eyed my threads.
"Looks like you're doing all right for yourself, man," he said.
"Yeah, I got lucky," I said. "I met this guy who took me home to his wife. She's a fantastic chick, and she loves me. She bought me a whole mess of clothes this morning. She's crazy. But she's a gas.
"You mean Marcia, the redheaded chick?"
"Yeah," I said, shocked that he knew her. "You ever been with her?"
"No, but a couple of friends of mine have. She didn't treat them like she did you, though."
I grinned. "Like I said, she loves me."
"Good. Listen, can you stay awhile?"
"Sure."
"The place is waking up now, and well have some fun. I've got some heavy grass and some reds. David's got some hash, if you want it. Come on in."
We went into the other room, and someone had parted the heavy drapes and raised the shades. The room filled with light, and I saw who my companions would be. I expected to see about a dozen people, but there were only six, including Randy, who introduced me around. I gave a big hello to a black chick who sat on a mattress with this bearded white guy. She reminded me of Lila, my aunt's dear friend.
"Sit down, honey," she said. "Cool yourself. It's early in the day...."
The stud with her gave me a disapproving look, but I ignored him. I dug the chick, and I figured I could make it with her. We talked for a while, getting friendlier and friendlier, and then Randy pulled a bag of grass out of a drawer and flipped it to Lila.
"Roll some, baby," he said, smiling. "Let's get high...."
The room seemed to come alive with his words. Someone handed her some cigarette paper, and she deftly rolled a half dozen reefers. She offered one to her companion, but he pushed it away and dug in his pocket.
"I got some reds," he said, as if they were nuggets of gold. "That's what I want...."
The chick, whose name was Karen, looked at him scornfully, then handed the joint to me. "Here, honey," she said. "Enjoy...."
I put a match to the tip of it and sucked hard. She leaned close to me, and I lit hers. She smelled good, warm and spicy. Well, we got high in a hurry. I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Her friend, who was introduced as Don, took exception.
"Hey, what is this shit!" he said, pushing my hand away from her and getting to his feet. He was freaked, tottering on the edge of reality. "Listen, I don't dig that!" he continued, staggering backward, as if the power of the pills he had swallowed was animate, pushing him off his feet.
I got up and hit him. I guess I should have kept my cool, but I hated his type. He went down hard, his head rapping against the wood of the floor. I started to go after him again when he got to his knees, but somebody grabbed my arm. I turned around; it was Karen.
"Better cool it," she said softly. "Leave him be...."
Randy came rushing in from the kitchen. "What the hell's going on?" he yelled. Don was still struggling to catch his breath. I had caught him hard in the stomach.
"Don's fuckin' with people again," Karen said firmly. "He was put down this time, though. Real hard...."
"You hit him?" Randy said to me.
"Yeah...."
"But Don begged for it," Karen broke in. "He's an ass . ... "
"That's right, that's right," came a slurred voice from the corner. "He's always messin' with people. He ain't cool...."
Randy pulled Don to his feet and pushed him toward the front door. "Don't come back," I heard him say. "We don't need you...."
"I'll be back!" Don gasped. "You can bet on it! I'll be back here and I'll-"
"Shut up and get out!" Randy said. "And if you show your face around here, I'll take care of you myself. Now beat it!"
The door slammed, and peace returned.
"You're an evil sucker, ain't you?" Karen said to me, cuddling against me.
"Sometimes," I said.
'Well, don't get evil with me, lover. I want to be friends. Okay?"
"Sure. How do we start?"
She slipped an arm around my neck, her open mouth closing over my lips. My dick nearly poked a hole in my pants. I was horny all over again, and I loved it. Her tongue found its way into my mouth, and we just sat there Frenching, our lips grinding together, our breath coming faster and faster. I got the feeling things could get out of hand at any moment, and I pulled away.
"Kind of public in here, ain't it?" I said.
"No. We're all family...."
To demonstrate, she pulled her blouse open and a pair of luscious tits popped free. They were high and proud, the flesh firm. She pressed her hands against them, squeezing and grinning at me, her eyes sparkling.
"Hey, Sam!" she called, and a short, portly black cat got to his feet and wandered over, his head seeming to drift about six inches above his shoulders. He was nigh high.
"Yeah, baby?" he said, his voice deep.
She uncovered her tits and got to her feet. "Let's party, honey!" she giggled, and he grabbed her, working her belly over his cock as he kissed her.
He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of dungarees, and when it got too much for him, he pushed her back and shucked off the pants.
"Oooooo, wheeeee!" she squealed, staring down at his dick, swollen, ready. "Cut all this light and let's bring some life into this place...."
She unfastened her bell-bottoms, kicking them off, and she was nude, a lovely piece of ass. And her lover knew it. He kissed her again, sliding his hand down to finger her pussy.
"Heyyyyyyy, watch out!" a female voice laughed. "This could be the start of something strange...."
A couple of other people laughed, and just before the drapes were drawn, I got a glimpse of the chick. She was white, the girl who had been sitting with the stud who was now fondling Karen. I wanted to push the black cat aside and take Karen for myself, but I was new in the group and I figured it might be risky. So I got up and went over to the white chick.
"Hello, Paul!" she chirped. "I was wondering how long it would take for you to notice me. Seems like we've been abandoned."
She looked over at the stud and Karen. The guy was forcing her down onto a mattress, spreading her out on her back, kissing the hardened nipples of her tits as she whimpered like a puppy.
"They don't miss us, do they?" I said.
"My name is Dawn, in case you forgot....
I didn't bother talking any more. She made it clear that she wasn't interested in words. She had smoked, I could tell by her eyes, and the scene she was witnessing made her hungry, I suppose. She fell into my arms, and I shot my tongue between her teeth. She was thin but well formed.
"Yes, make me feel," she said. "Mmmmm, feeeeeelll...."
I shoved my hand under her dress and found that she was bare as the day she was conceived.
Her thighs opened, her pussy jerking against my fingers. I got my middle finger in her, and she sighed, sticking her tongue into my mouth to let me suck on it.
"Mmmmmm, I love this," she murmured. "Oooooo, yes! Right there! Ohhhh...."
I was working her up nicely, playing with her clit as I fucked my finger into her. I had her in the palm of my hand, man, literally. It seemed that every chick I made, I wanted more of them. I wanted every damn woman in the room.
"You gettin' what you want?" I asked her, playing.
"Ohhhh, damn!" she gasped. "Shit, it feels good! Never got so hot before so fast! God, you turn me over!"
I glanced over at Karen. Her head lay to the side, facing me, but she didn't see me. Her eyes were shut tight, and the stud was atop her, his cock buried in her willing cunt. She lay without moving, letting him do all the work. It was as if he were nonexistent, the pleasure she received borne of her imagination, her lust.
"Get on me," I said to Dawn. "Lift up your dress and get in my lap...."
She didn't say a word, the only sound was the wheezing of her breath as she moved into position. I unzipped my pants and extricated my prick, and she wriggled onto it, her cunt wet enough to take it. I just sat there on the mattress. My back against the wall. Her arms went around my neck and she fucked herself grandly, controlling the movement like Karen's lover controlled the action on the other mattress.
"Oooooooo " she moaned. "Jesus, you're big as a horse! I'm gonna split in two!"
"That's okay," I said. "Then you can take on two at a time...."
She giggled, squirming onto my dick, having the time of her silly life.
Cunts are so damn easy to please, I thought. Just get them ready for it, and they're eternally grateful. All they need is to feel that juice running out of them, and they know you're the right man and they're women, without doubt. They feel your prick slide into them, and they're happy. You've made them believe they're truly female, truly alive.
Dawn's lips were next to my ear, and the sounds she was making told me she was ready to come. I bucked my hips upward, driving my cock deep into her.
"Come, baby!" I hissed. "Let it go! Go, go! Yeahhhhhhh!"
She was jumping around like a madwoman, her body lifting, then descending, sliding over my dick as she worked for the orgasm she wanted to badly. And when it came, I looked past her and watched Karen thrusting against the stud's body, her movements becoming quicker as the sensation became more intense.
"Unnhhhhhhh!" Dawn groaned, and I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my own orgasm.
She finished in a jiffy, managing only a small climax, but it seemed that I gave her more than she had gotten lately. She whispered in my ear, thanking me, and when she started to get off, I put my hands on her shoulders.
"This ain't your stop," I said. "You get off at the next one...."
She smiled, then kissed me, her mouth wet, her tongue hot and probing. I pushed her back, so that she was supporting some of yr weight on her hands. Her cunt seemed to suck at my cock in that position, and her eyes were closed. She was using me, thrusting herself over my dick in slow, easy motions, enjoying the sensation of a nine-inch prick buried in her pussy.
"Yeahhhhhh!" I heard Karen groan, and I looked past Dawn to the mattress.
Her back arched, Karen urged her lover on, her hands pulling at his hair, her leg muscles flexing as she strained against him. He was on his knees, powering his cock into her with strong, sharp thrusts. I wondered how long he could keep it up without blowing his mind.
"Wow, baby!" he gasped. "Too much! Too much!"
He was shaking his head from side to side, as if to deny the intensity of it all. And then his face was contorted, his head thrown back as the sperm gushed from him into her steaming cunt. She shrieked like a witch and snapped her legs about his back, pulling them down into her as she came.
I found that very hard to take, and I decided that it was time for me to give my little minx a good ride.
"Okay, honey!" I grunted, pulling at Dawn's tits to bring her out of her reverie. She was fucking my dick as if it belonged to her, her movements excruciatingly slow. "Let's let it all hang out, baby! C'mon, let's fuck!"
It was as if I had pushed a button; her body came alive, writhing, twisting over my prick.
"Oh, oh!" she murmured, sounding almost frightened. "Ohhhhh, God!"
I gripped her hips and unloaded. She pitched forward, shaking uncontrollably. I think she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life at that moment, and I shifted my body so that I was lying flat.
"Yeahhhhh, baby!" I grinned. "Now you're doin' it right! Now you're makin' it...."
When we were through, she kissed me on the lips, and when my dick started to shrink, she moved off it. She was on her knees by my side, staring down at my cock.
"Never was like that before," she murmured, the sexual aftermath and her high combining to put her in a world she had never known. "Never...."
She leaned forward, and I watched her take my dick in her small hands and guide it into her mouth. I guessed she had never done anything like that before either.
Karen looked over and did a double take. Dawn Surprised her, and I was sure then that no one had ever seen the girl so free sexually. I smiled at Karen, but she just looked at me blankly, her gaze drifting from Dawn's mouth to my face. I lay with my hands behind my head, feeling just fine.
"Hey, bitch!" Karen said suddenly, moving away from her lover. "Get away from that! He belongs to me!"
Dawn looked up, her face growing red as she glared at the black girl. "Go fuck yourself," she spat, returning her attention to my prick.
I heard Randy laugh. "Hey, old man!" he said. "I can see why you hit it off so well with that broad you told me about. Maybe Dawn will buy you some threads too."
I didn't like the remark, but I felt too relaxed to get uptight over it. Karen's anger disappeared as she looked from Randy to me, and I could hear the gears of her mind grinding. I figured it was only a matter of time before her mouth replaced Dawn's. And I was a patient man....
"The Airplane is at Fillmore tonight!" I heard Randy's chick say to no one in particular. She was a groovy-looking piece, blonde like Dawn. Her legs were heavy and smooth. It occurred to me that I might like to get between them, to sling them onto my shoulder while I searched for her pussy, which I doubted would be hard to find in that position.
"You got tickets?" the black guy said. "No," she answered.
"Then we can't get in," Randy said disgustedly. "It's too late...."
A silence ensued, during which I got an idea. "Hey, how about a party tonight at a fine place with plenty of food?" I said.
They looked at me like I was mad. "Where?" Randy's chick asked, slightly ruffled. She still wanted to go see the Airplane.
"I got a friend who lives a few blocks away," I said. "She'll be glad to see us. And she's got bread.
"Your trick, you mean?" Karen said, acid in her tone.
I ignored her. "Sounds like a groove," Randy said. "Let's go."
We sat around until it got dark, smoking reefers and drinking some cheap wine that Randy dragged out of the refrigerator. We got so high, we never did make it out of that joint. We just fucked ourselves silly, but I had no intention of dropping my plan.
We would visit Marcia Rex the next night....