Chapter 1
Caressing fingers fluttering across his belly brought Bill Sherman back from the fantasy of his dream into reality. He stirred, stretched, and then shifted his head on the pillow. He opened his eyes. He couldn't see a damn thing. The unseen hand on his belly moved slowly along his rib cage, across his chest, and came to rest on his shoulder. Strong fingers kneaded his thick muscles with a gentle, but insistent squeeze. Blinking his eyes several times, he cleared away the small grains of sleep which had gathered in the corners. He tried to separate his still sleeping mind into the neat compartments of wakefulness. Finally managing it after several deep breaths and a low, soft grunt, he rolled over on his side and lifted his head, cupping his chin in the palm of his hand. "What?" he mumbled.
"You rolled over and it came out," a feminine voice whispered sadly. The hand that had been insistently squeezing his arm now slid downward, coming to rest on his hip. The fingers tapped.
"Would you like a cigarette? Then we'll see if we can get things straightened out and in their proper place again," he said, reaching over the dim shape next to him and toward the small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. Punching the button on the lamp, a soft glow filled the room. Blinking his eyes, Bill adjusted them to the light. He squinted his eyes and groped across the figure next to him, looking for the package of cigarettes which he knew should be on the night-stand. His fingers finally closed over the crumpled pack. Shaking two from the wrinkled container, he picked up the lighter lying next to the ashtray. He lit both of them slowly. Handing one to the girl lying next to him, he flopped on his back, drawing deeply on his own cigarette. The acrid smoke bit his throat and lungs. It tasted lousy. To take his mind off the foul taste of the cigarette, Bill turned his head and looked at the girl at his side.
She had big tits. Not hanging melons, just big, firm, rounded globes of solid flesh. Otherwise she was thin. Not skinny, but thin. Maybe that's why her tits looked bigger. She was lying on her back with her head propped up on the doubled pillow. Watching as she breathed, Bill saw the gentle rise and fall of her twin white mounds. Her dark nipples were small but pointed. The lighter circles around the tips also were small and dotted with the tiniest pimples of raised flesh.
He looked at her face. It was well formed with good bones. Her cheeks were set high and she had a firm chin. He noted the small mole on the right side of her face, on her cheek just under the eye. It was real. It gave her face a coquettish quality. Unfortunately this was offset by one misaligned tooth which spoiled her smile, and her nose was just a bit flat.
Turning, she looked at him, and Bill quickly smiled, flushing with guilt for his frank, appraising thoughts. She smiled back and Bill fixed his eyes on her dark brown hair which cascaded in soft waves to her shoulders. Simply parted on the left side, it was allowed to hang free.
Leaning over the girl, Bill flicked a long ash into the ashtray by the bed and, as an afterthought, picked it up and placed the glass container on the girl's bare stomach.
"Hey! That's cold."
"I'll warm you up later," he promised.
Watching as her ribs rose and fell with her breathing, he noted that they were barely visible beneath her creamy flawless skin. She did have good skin. The stomach was flat with just a hint of firm muscle beneath the smooth texture. Her thighs and legs were long and tapering, well toned with the muscular construction of a dancer's.
Bill's eye was caught by the patch of curly brown hair which spread across her lower belly, spreading upward from the juncture of her thighs. Barely discernible under the curly mass was the raised mound of her pubis. She was tight, he recalled with a stirring of his loins. He had had to push hard to effect an entry, but once his prick was well seated, her cunt had spewed out its lubricating juices in profusion and his cock had slid in and out of its slick aperture with ease.
Taking a final drag on his cigarette, he crushed it in the ashtray, watching the girl's muscles contract and harden against the pressure of the glass. He might as well get at it, give her another ride, and then try and get some sleep. This routine was really becoming a bore, he realized as he flopped on his back. When he first started this routine about a year ago, it had been what every young man might dream about for a job. He was just out of the army having served in Vietnam for most of his two years of compulsory service. When he got out, he started to look around for something to do. And then he had hit on it.
It was a television program which first gave him the inspiration. He had been bumming around with the hippie crowd on the Sunset Strip, reading all the underground papers and just doing his thing. But one dull evening he had watched a Western. It was one of those usual crappy offerings of the boob tube about the bad bounty hunter tracking down the wanted man.
Becoming bored, he had flicked off the screen and picked up the latest issue of an underground paper which he hadn't read. He had idly glanced at the articles and illustrations. Out of curiosity he had started to read the classified section. Under the Personals section he noted that many families were running ads asking that their sons or daughters contact them, or seeking information as to the whereabouts of a son or daughter. Some even offered a reward for their return or for information leading to their location. Bill had sat bolt upright. That was it.
He could swing with the hippies and try and find these kids and then collect the offered reward. Not knowing how much he could make at it, he figured he'd give it a try just for kicks. Surprisingly, it had worked quite well. He had been amazed at the number and size of the rewards he was able to get.
At first he had only contacted those parents who had offered money in their ads, but later he'd contacted all the advertisers when the hippie movement started to go on the wane. Finding it harder and harder to get clients, Bill was caught in a financial squeeze. He was losing his market. Bill realized that pretty soon something would have to give, but he tried to put the thought out of his mind. He wasn't ready to take a regular job inside the Establishment but he was hard pressed to pay his bills. Letting his mind wander over the problem, Bill tried to find an answer, but it eluded him. He had to have more time.
"Hey, remember me?" the girl asked, rubbing him across the chest.
Not realizing that he had been staring at the beamed ceiling of the bedroom until she spoke, he grunted, trying to bring his mind back to the present. Sue Ann Blake, he thought as the facts and figures clicked over in his mind.
"Sure, baby. How could I forget a prize package like you?" Sue Ann Blake, he thought, you're worth five hundred dollars to me because your dear mother is concerned about you and wants you home.
As a matter-of-fact, Sue Ann's mother was waiting in a swank Wilshire Boulevard hotel. She'd have to wait a little longer. Bill was going to collect a little fringe benefit first, he thought as he looked at the hairy muff and the mound nearly hidden beneath it.
"Ever watched yourself doing it?" he asked.
Sue Ann's gray-green eyes widened and her thick brows arched up as she shook her head negatively.
"It's kicky," he said and indicated the large mirror hanging above the low nine-drawer chest against the wall opposite the foot of the bed.
Her eyes followed the nod of his head and a small smile came to her lips when she saw their images reflected in the large rectangular glass above the chest.
"Want to try it?" he asked as he ran his hand over her stomach.
Nodding her head, she kept staring at their mirrored images.
Circling her waist, he pulled her to him, bending his head and pressing his open lips on hers. As his tongue probed past her parted lips, he looked at the girl through narrowed eyes.
Her eyes were open and looking directly at the mirror. Suppressing his laughter, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. If she were looking, he'd really give her something to see. It was the least he could do under the circumstances.
Nibbling at her lips with his teeth, he felt the returning pressure of her hot mouth as their wet tongues met and dueled. His arm circled under her shoulders, gripping her arm. The raised position of her head would give her a better view of the mirror. Moving his other hand across her body, he kneaded the warming flesh, pressuring the points of pleasure. He cupped one of her large, firm breasts in his palm, moving it in a small circle and pulling at the globe until she responded by arching her back, pushing more of the willing flesh into his hand. Playfully tweaking the nipple, he caused it to rise, hard and rigid. Pulling his lips away from hers, Bill nuzzled her neck, letting his tongue trace wet streaks of glimmering saliva across her sensitive skin as his hand continued its ministrations at her breast. Playfully biting her earlobe, he heard a soft moan of pleasure escape her lips. She had hot ears, he observed as he poked his wet tongue into her ear to determine what her reaction would be. It was animal. She gasped.
Circling his back with her hands, she started a rhythmic stroking of his flanks. One of her hands, more adventurous than the other, insinuated itself between their tightly pressed bodies and sought his stiffening member. Gingerly touching fingers brushed along the lengthening flesh, cupped the hanging testicles and lifted them, as if measuring their contents. She delicately pulled at the sac then hefted the walnut-sized balls in her palm. Her seeking hand left a trail of small sparks as it moved to the base of his now hard and swollen member. Grasping the base, her fingers curled around its thickness. Sue Ann moved her hand up and down in the time-honored imitation of intercourse.
Bill enjoyed her actions and reduced his activity to a slow and steady nibbling of an exposed earlobe while he let her bring him to full and rampant readiness. She was good, but he'd had better. All Sue Ann really needed was a little more experience in bed. She was a very fast learner. Well, she was young and had her whole life ahead of her. She'd make out just fine, he decided.
Taking the initiative once more Bill dropped his head to her waiting breast and sucked a turgid nipple into his mouth. While he flicked his tongue across the tip, he sneaked a look at the mirror and saw the girl staring at their combined reflections as his head pulled at the sensitive dark skin at the center of her breast. She pushed it against his mouth and he savored its taste with his rolling tongue and nipping teeth.
"Mmmmm, bite 'em. Bite 'em hard," she moaned, heaving her body upward.
By way of silent but effective reply, Bill bit down on one of the turgid brown berries and rolled it hard between his teeth.
"Oh! That's good. So good."
He stole another secret look at the mirror. She had her head thrown back and her eyes were closed. Probably having a small orgasm, he thought, and continued with his efforts.
Reluctantly letting the teat and breast slip from his avaricious lips, Bill moved them in small, wet trails across her rib cage and belly. He dipped his tongue in salute to the perfection of her dimpled navel. He poked it with the pointed tip of his tongue. Writhing on the bed, she moaned out her pleasure with abandon. His now open mouth engulfed first one then the other of her two protruding hip bones. Working his jaw back and forth laterally, he felt her jump with the sensations he was sending coursing through her pelvic area. His mouth moved on to greater conquests.
While his mouth and tongue were working their joint motions, his hands had lain slack on her thighs. Now they joined in the grand finale.
Stroking the outsides of her thighs to the knees, he moved his hand between her legs, gently parting them. Brushing the tender surface of her inner thigh with feather-like strokes, he moved his hand to her crotch. His roaming fingers could feel the heat being generated by her hungry loins. Bill's nostrils were now assailed by the musky smell of her readiness. His fingers brushed against the lips of her cunt. They were open and he could feel their dripping wetness.
Shifting his whole body suddenly, Bill lay between her outthrust thighs with his head on her belly. He couldn't see the mirror now, but this position would give her the best possible view of what he was about to do. Planting a wet kiss on her lower belly, he gripped her buttocks with his palms. Bill felt her fingers entwining themselves in his long red hair, pulling his head up.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a puzzled voice.
"Kiss you," he replied matter-of-factly.
"But I've never I mean, no one has ever-" she stammered, trying to find the right words.
He didn't let her finish. "Just watch, you'll like it."
Without waiting for her reply, he lowered his head to her tight cunt and pushed his nose between the wet, waiting lips. He held his tongue back, not letting it explore her fully. This was her first time, he thought, I'd better make it good for her and not spoil her for someone else. Extending his thumbs, Bill placed them on either side of her damp lips. He pulled the lips apart as his tongue licked gently along the outer surfaces. Finding the small hard bud he was so avidly seeking, he flicked it with the firm tip of his tongue. He heard her sudden intake of breath and knew he had the right spot. Working at the pearl-shaped button, he made it pulse and rise so it stood like a sentinel at the entrance to her pleasure cave.
Her pelvis was making small, involuntary movements, pushing her cunt closer against his mouth. Bill retracted his wet probe and nibbled at the standing trigger with his lips, pulling it with a slow gentle pressure. A gasp broke from her lips and her pushing hips became more animated. Forsaking lips, Bill nipped at her clit with his teeth, drawing it out still further. Sue Ann moaned and arched herself hard against his mouth. He shifted and rammed into her gaping pussy with his tongue. A grunting moan greeted his increased efforts, and he started thrusting into her with greater strength and speed. Sue Ann suddenly clapped her firm thighs around his head and, grasping his hair in her clutching fingers, pulled his face into her. Her body was twisting and thrusting on the bed, and had she not been holding Bill so tightly he would have lost his juicy connection.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she moaned, jamming herself at him.
She was coming, Bill thought. Her tight opening was pulling and sucking at his tongue as it reamed into her. Her box was like a miniature mouth, grasping and pulling with urgent desire. Jabbing into her as deeply as he could, he felt her body suddenly arch, her hips rising so high that she was supporting her whole weight on her shoulders. Her entire body strained as she sought more and more of him and he moved to give her what she sought. Suddenly she collapsed on the bed with a flop, breathing deeply through her mouth.
Slowly moving away from her, Bill planted a shaky kiss on her sweating belly. His neck was stiff and sore from the effort he had just made, but it had been worth it. Moving up next to Sue Ann, he stretched full length on the bed.
"Did you like it?" he asked as he placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her face against his chest.
"Nice," was her only comment as she snuggled closer to him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said.
Sue Ann pulled her head back, turned her face to him, and asked frankly, "What do you get out of it?"
"If you enjoyed it, then that's enough," he said noncommittally.
"Do women do that to men too?" she asked with a naivete which caused him to smile inwardly.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Just like eating a candy cane."
"Would you like me to do it to you now?" she asked.
"If you'd like."
"Will you be able to do anything else after I've done it?"
"If I stop you in time," he said as he settled himself more comfortably on the bed.
Not moving for several moments, Sue Ann seemed to be considering something very carefully. Finally she moved her head from his chest and started leaving a trail of wet kisses across his ribs and belly. Her thumb and finger circled his ramrod-stiff prick and pulled at it in a slow imitation of masturbation. Bill watched her as she slid down in the bed to get in a more convenient position.
Resting on one elbow, she still held his prick upright with the other hand. Sue Ann was looking intently at the bulging vermilion head, cocking her head to one side as her gaze dropped down the length of the pink-white shaft. Hesitantly moving her head forward, she licked her lips like someone just finishing a piece of fried chicken. Her head lowered. Her tongue moved out and tentatively flicked at the small slit at the end of the purple head. Bill's prick throbbed and jerked at the touch. Sue Ann's head snapped up and she looked at him, a frown clouding her face. He smiled back reassuringly. Again her head lowered and her tongue lapped at the head. His rampant member jerked again, but she pursued it with her lips. They made a small O, capturing the very tip. Her tongue prodded again and Bill's prick throbbed once more and escaped her lips. Opening her mouth, she grabbed at the wildly jerking cock with her lips.
Bill could almost hear the chomp as she made good her capture a second time. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when he realized that she hadn't bitten him. She held the head lightly in her mouth and then moved slowly down the shaft. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat and watched as she sucked her cheeks inward and started moving her head upward. Pulling back until just the head was between her lips, Sue Ann teased it with her tongue.
Bill felt it jerk and pulse in the hot confines of her wet mouth. Sue Ann released Pier thumb-and-forefinger grip on the base of the staff and let her hand drop, cupping his balls. She lifted them, feeling the weight and roundness. Her head started moving down the shaft and Bill rose to meet it. His hips started a movement of their own and she adjusted to it, moving her head up and down in time to his pelvic thrustings. Bill felt the first contractions deep in his testicles. He watched as the spit-slicked rod pis-toned out of her mouth. The hot sperm was moving in the deeper cavities of his body, seeking the light which would give the release to the fast-building tensions in his gut. He stopped working his hips and knotted his fingers in the hair of her bobbing head. He pulled her gently upward, off the wildly swinging cock, wet with her spit. Watching as the prick jerked and slapped against his belly, she slid upward in the bed and cuddled close to his chest.
"Was it good for you?" she asked him, wrapping her arm around his waist.
"Very good," he said as he rolled over on his side facing her. Reaching down, Bill pulled her leg over his waist, then raised his hips and arranged her other leg under his waist. He pushed at her opening with his hips. Sue Ann, who had passively let herself be pushed and pulled about as he arranged her, now inserted her hand between their pressed bellies and grasped his shaft. Guiding it to the proper orifice, she wiggled herself into a more comfortable position. Feeling the head of his prick against the hot hole, Bill pushed gently and felt the lips part as he sank into her body with a sigh of contentment.
Wrapping his arms around Sue Ann, Bill started a slow pistoning action with his hips, sending his ramrod steadily into her body until their pubic hairs ground together. Sue Ann was starting to move her hips in rhythm with his, thus reducing the length of his stroke. Their actions became more violent, desperately trying to find the release for the wild, gut-knotting tensions building within their bodies. Bill rammed at her hard, and Sue Ann returned the pressure, her cunt lips sucking at his cock as it pulled out. He felt himself building quickly to his final completion. The hot lava of his sperm was running through his tubes, seeking the warmth of her womb. Jamming at her small opening, moans of pleasure broke from his lips as he felt the first flutter of her vaginal muscles around his raging prick. His spunk raced down the last long passageway and, with a shuddering cry, Bill slammed into her hole as he came, spewing forth and filling her.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried out as she grasped him tightly, convulsive shudders racking her body in pounding waves of released passion.
Bill groaned as the second and third spurts from his pulsating prick sent his milk offering into her fast-filling tunnel and he felt the pulling tug of her muscles along the entire length of her tube. She pulled at his prick, drawing all there was in him out, and then decreased in intensity, slowly and steadily.
Lying with his head buried against her white neck, Bill was breathing deeply. He could feel his heart racing in his chest. Small droplets of sweat dripped from between their pressed together bellies. Bill was conscious of the warm glow which settled over him with a lulling heat. They rested quietly for several long moments.
"That was nice," she said sleepily.
"Uh-huh," was all he could manage as he listened to her even breathing.
As he stretched his arm toward the light switch on the lamp, Bill thought again about what he had to do later that morning. Snapping the light off, he snuggled closer to the now sleeping Sue Ann. He hadn't been able to think about what he had to do when she was able to see him. This business was getting downright repulsive. He had arranged to deliver Sue Ann to the corner of Sunset Boulevard and Vine Street by noon. After letting her out of the car, he would then drive away.
What Sue Ann didn't know was that Bill had arranged to have her mother waiting in the music store on the corner. Their meeting would be a chance affair, thus leaving Bill free and clear of any suspicion. He was careful about that because if the word got out he would be finished, or nearly so anyway. He had already collected his money, so that was taken care of. Bill always collected in advance. He usually managed to have the worried parents get a look at the girl he had found so that they were sure. They were more willing to part with their money then, Bill had learned when he first started his rather unusual occupation.
Trying to get some sleep, he noticed through the window that there was a grayness creeping into the sky. If it wasn't for the money, he'd get the hell out of this racket, but what could he do that would give him the same income? Crap!
He closed his eyes against the rising light coming through the window. He felt like a heel. He genuinely liked Sue Ann. She was fun and pure in a special sort of way. He hoped her mother and she could patch up their differences. He thought they had a good chance. Her mother was understanding and concerned. He had tried to explain it to her and she had listened carefully. Well, at least she will make an effort, he thought as his mind closed and he dropped into a deep and exhausted sleep.