Chapter 7
When Jimmie and Cathy left the stadium, he asked, "Where would you like to go?"
Cathy chuckled and said, "Where do you think? To the apartment, of course. I don't mind sharing you with Frieda and Brenda, but I do like to have you all to myself whenever possible."
Jimmie grinned at her. "That's one of the many things I like about you. You make me feel appreciated."
"Big deal," Cathy said. "All three of us make you feel appreciated. Are you trying to tell me you can jump into bed with the three of us every night and not feel appreciated?"
"Hey, did you hear me complaining?" Jimmie asked.
"You better not either," Cathy warned. "Or we'll tie you down so you can't use your pecker."
"Oh, don't do that," Jimmie said. "I have three hot pussies to keep soothed and satisfied."
"Tonight you have just mine, but don't expect to have an easy time of it. I want Frieda and Brenda's share too."
Cathy's relationship with Jimmie, after Brenda and
Frieda invited her to move in with them and Jimmie, quickly took an interesting turn. Not only was she sharing the same bed with the two girls and Jimmie, while that horny young stud fucked all three of them before they settled down to sleep, but each time Brenda and Frieda left the house in the morning, she and Jimmie went back to bed and fucked like crazy. Cathy cherished every moment she was alone with Brenda's good looking, hard-peckered brother.
Jimmie was kinda wild about Cathy too. She was a beautiful young woman and she had a body on her that would turn any man's prick into a shaft of solid oak. She wasn't possessive, which pleased him. She didn't expect him to stop screwing Frieda and Brenda now that he had a hot thing going with her. After all, he'd been humping Frieda and Brenda when she moved in with them and they didn't object to her getting his cock too.
She acted like she had found the most satisfying stud in the whole world, which caused him to feel she thought he was special. He liked it when a woman thought he was special. Frieda and his sister Brenda thought he was special too.
"All you care about is my cunt," Cathy teased. "Whenever we're alone, all your attention is on my twat, like the rest of me doesn't matter."
"Now you know that isn't true," Jimmie argued. "I spend plenty of time on your ass and your tits."
"Smartass!" Cathy chuckled. "You don't appreciate my mind. You never talk to me about things that are really important in life. There's more to living than sticking your prick into my pussy, you know."
Jimmie just smiled and gave her some feels as they entered the apartment. She was probably right, he thought. But who ever noticed if a woman was intelligent when she had a terrific pair of legs, a sensational ass, a hot pussy and a pair of boobs that made a man want to bury his face between them and stay there forever?
Cathy wanted to speak words of wisdom to him, but that wasn't easy with his cock stuffed in her mouth. Jimmie could admit to himself that they did have a problem though. They got along great most of the time, because most of the time his cock was in her pussy, when it wasn't in her mouth. And when he wasn't busy fucking Frieda and Brenda. The trouble was, when he and Cathy were through fucking, Jimmie couldn't find anything to talk to her about that interested both of them. Cathy's conversation revolved around the roller derby, while his interest was investments, which he excelled in.
As soon as the door was closed and locked behind them, Cathy leaped into his arms and laid a long, hot, passionate kiss on him. Jimmie kissed her right back, with his hands holding her by the cheeks of her adorable ass.
As they sat together on the couch, Jimmie tugged her sweater up over her head and removed her bra. Her full, fleshy tits were almost perfectly rounded. Jimmie sucked on one fat nipple while his fingers teased the other. He devoured her boobs until she sailed off into her first orgasm of the evening.
While she was recovering from that, Jimmie ran his hand up under her skirt, feeling along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He could feel the heat of her pussy as he gently rubbed it. The crotch of her panties was soon wet with her secretions of sexual arousal. He tugged the garment down her legs and while Cathy flicked them aside with a toe, he slid a finger into her cunthole.
"Oh, Jimmie," she moaned. "You really know how to go after a woman's goodies."
"I ought to know what you like by now," he told her.
"Let's get undressed," she whispered after the third time she climaxed.
When they were naked, they stood there with their arms about one another, hugging and kissing, she holding onto his upright boner and he with his hands on both cheeks of her bare ass.
Then they went into the bedroom and rolled around on the bed. Cathy spread her legs and Jimmie crawled between them. He teased her twat by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth along the moist lips of her pussy. He did that until she told him to stop fooling around and take care of her.
"What you're doing is nasty, teasing me like that," she giggled. "Now shove it up in there."
She wriggled around beneath him as Jimmie buried his thick solid shaft in her cunthole.
"Mmmmmm.. .that's more like it," she purred.
"That what you want?"
"Yes. Now I can show my favorite guy how good I can make it for him when he's screwing me."
"I already know that," he said.
"Tonight I might surprise you," she warned. "There's a lot of things I haven't tried with you yet."
She moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. Jimmie thought it was the most heavenly sensation a guy could ever experience. What joy it was to feel his prick moving back and forth in her hot tight cunt.
She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. Jimmie held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded his prick into her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him. When it was over, they rested for a while and lay there playing with each other. But not for long. Cathy intended to make the most of the fact she had his cock and the whole night to enjoy it. She was quite certain Frieda and Brenda would each find a guy and another bed to crawl into, instead of coming home and going after Jimmie's cock.
Jimmie fucked her a second time and then a third. They slept for a while, then awoke and fucked again. He did it to her twice, then fucked her up the ass. They got into the shower together and she gave his dick a good wash. After getting out of the shower and drying each other off, they got back onto the bed again and fucked throughout the remainder of the night, like a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon.
So tell me," Danner said, "What did you think the first time you saw me?"
They had showered together, dried each other off and now they were back on the bed again.
Brenda playfully stroked his cock that was fully erect again. "That night when you used this thing to initiate those two girls into the club? I told myself that there was a stud who could give me one hell of a ride."
"You sure played hard to get," he said. "A man appreciates it more when it doesn't come too easy," she told him "You think so?"
"Those two girls who joined the club were an easy lay," Brenda replied. "I was harder to get. So who are you in bed with now?"
"You," he chuckled.
"And who are you going to spend a lot of time in bed with from now on."
"You."
"I rest my case."
"So what do you think about me now?" he persisted.
"Now that you've screwed me silly for the past two hours?" Brenda teased. "You were about what I expected."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Absolutely sensational."
A grin spread across his face. "I guess it's time now for a little oral sex. In our eagerness to fuck, we sorta skipped that part."
"Yours or mine?"
"Why not both."
"Great idea."
Danner stayed where he was and Brenda reversed herself, straddling his face. She lowered her head to his cock at the same time she lowered her cunt onto his mouth. Their tongues got busy. Brenda wriggled her ass as she licked his tool from the tip to the base and back up. They settled down to eat each other and they mirrored each other's actions.
As Danner's tongue strummed Brenda's clit, he felt her mouth slip over the head of his dick. While Brenda kissed, licked and sucked, Danner chewed on her pussy lips. Brenda played with Danner's balls while he reached forward to get at her boobs.
They let themselves relax completely as they ran their tongues over one another's sexual parts. Their hands found the cheeks of each other's ass. Heat began to rise within them, the warmth of sexual excitement spreading from their crotches in all directions. The tingling wave of erotic delight surged slowly through their writhing bodies. Wave after wave of ever-mounting lasciviousness shot through them.
There was no attempt to hold back or change the pace.
Each of them knew the intention of the other was to go all the way, so each concentrated on his and her efforts. Her cunt and his cock knew no relief from the constant stimulation of their tongues, lips and teeth. The tingling surges of sexual pleasure within them became more and more intense. It was no longer a mere tingle, but turned into an electric current of pure ecstasy, a constant, steady hum of delight. The hum became an increasing current of exquisite sensation, filling their bodies and radiating beyond them.
Each had the odd sensation of eating themselves by eating each other, so close, so intense was the mirroring of their activities. There was now no self and no other, but a shared existence of ecstasy, of pleasure, of delight, having no other purpose, no other ambition, or other intent. Because now the sensation of ultimate intimacy was added to the raw sexual rapture.
They were not so much isolated as they were complete, having incorporated all the world could offer by way of pleasure. There was no luxury of sight, feel or sensation that they lacked.
So complete a unit of pleasure had they become that they heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing outside themselves, outside the two-headed entity that they had become.
All Brenda could think of was her need to extend her pleasure and Danner's, and the way he was eating her pussy, he had much the same intention. It was like she was progressing up the rainbow of sexual fulfillment in order to savor it, to extract from it all the pleasurable sensations of which it was capable. Eagerly she ascended to the next level of sexual pleasure.
For Danner too, the impulse was strong to ascend further along the pleasure trail they were exploring. Other erotic sensations, other feelings of still greater intensity were pushing them, forcing them with their irresistible pleasure, to move on, to yield to them. Their surrender was complete and without reservation.
They had become creatures of pure sensations, so that there was nothing held back, nothing in reserve, nothing between them and the sensations that all but overwhelmed them. They were carried away by the ecstasy, the rapture that seized them, that had become them.
Their simultaneous orgasms shook them, jerking them this way and that as their bodies squirmed and writhed together, lubricated by the perspiration of their sexual arousal. The spasms of their orgasms convulsed them, alternately pulling them like puppets on strings and momentarily paralyzing them with exquisite climactic delight.
When the last of their spasms died away, they lay there, Brenda sprawled on top of Danner so that her pussy was mashed against his face and his cock was still in her mouth. They lay like that for a long while without moving.
Finally, Brenda slid off of him, and joined him on the pillow.
"Wow! Talk abut getting your ashes hauled," Danner moaned happily.
"You're right," Brenda chuckled. "That wasn't too hard to take. I wouldn't mind letting that become a habit.
Of course, her present lover had no way of knowing she indulged in that very same act with her brother Jimmie. Not just occasionally eidier, but frequently, steadily, quite often night after night.
Brenda delighted in having him eat per pussy while she sucked Jimmie's cock.
"So now what?" Danner asked.
What he wanted was for her to tell him he was now her steady guy, that her tits, her pussy, her ass and her sexy body was now his and his alone. He wanted her to tell him she was his woman.
Brenda had to force herself to relax as tension urged her to continue, to tease his pecker back into a full erection so he could fuck her.
She knew he wanted a commitment from her, and she evaded that by letting on that she didn't get his message.
"What now? Now I think we'd better get some sleep. I have to do my thing on the boards tonight."
Danner decided to let it pass. He was talking about a steady, exclusive thing with her and she was talking about sleep. So be it, he thought. For the moment.
But he was still determined to get a serious commitment from her. He could not believe she didn't want to possess him as much as he wanted to possess her.
They settled down and were soon fast asleep.
It was early afternoon when Brenda entered the apartment and the phone was ringing.
"Damn, doesn't anybody stay around that apartment to answer the phone?" the voice said when she picked it up and said hello. "I've been ringing all morning.
"I just got in," Brenda said. "Jimmie and the girls seem to be out."
"You were terrific yesterday."
Brenda tried to identify the voice. And the statement.
She had been terrific yesterday, but did the caller mean on the boards, in the shower room, or in bed? "Who is this?" she asked.
"Rouel Blain. You mean you don't remember my voice? You remember my cock, I'll bet."
"That's right. I never forget a cock. Or to paraphrase Will Rogers, I never met a cock I didn't like."
"Very funny," Rouel said without humor. "Have you seen the papers yet."
"No."
"Got a paper?"
"Wait a minute," she replied. The paper was on the table where someone had tossed it. She picked it up and turned to the sports section. It showed the captain of yesterday's competition on a stretcher, being carried out of at the arena.
She picked up the phone and said, "I see what you're talking about."
"Take your time and read it."
She did.. .as the result of the scuffle.. .extent of injuries not yet known.. .not available for a statement.
"So?" she asked.
Rouel chuckled, and she didn't like the sound of it. "What do you think?"
"About what?"
Rouel sighed. "Do you really think you can get away with what you did on club property, on club time, as a member of the club?"
"Hey, she started it," Brenda told him. Should I just smile when she belts me one? Turn the other cheek? Plenty of witnesses saw that I had a fat lip before I demolished her."
There was another sigh.
"Demolished is an apt description. Three busted ribs. And the story is that you attacked her."
"That's not what it says in the paper. Tell that fucking lawyer of yours he's full of crap."
"The papers have to be careful what they say."
"And you have inside information? From whom?"
"My lawyer-like you said."
She didn't ask the next obvious question. His lawyer got it from the other team's lawyer.
"That's great," she said. "Let the lawyers talk to each other."
"Oh, they will. They will. Never fear about that."
"Rouel?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you call me? I'm sure it wasn't just to give me the news."
"No.. .it wasn't. I called because.. .I've been thinking about you. After the other night."
"And?"
"It raises a question. How clever are you."
"How.. .clever am I?" She was silent, baffled. What the hell was he talking about? "This is some kind of a test, isn't it, Rouel."
"Yes, it is."
"I don't like it. Something occurred on club property. The lawyers will straighten it out, one way or the other. Just like they always do. Just like the last time, in fact. So how and why is this a test for me? Why am I being tested?"
"The answer to that is part of the test."
"More puzzles. like I need this shit."
"like I need the shit you're causing me."
Brenda shrugged. There was nothing to say to that. He did have a point.
There was a knock at the door.
"Someone is at the door. Good-bye Rouel."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Rouel said quickly.
"Yes?"
"I just want to say-I hope you pass. I really do." The line went dead. Brenda looked at the phone, then put it down and went to the door. "Who is it?" she called out. "The police." .
Brenda opened the door. There were two of them, a man and woman, dressed in identical uniforms.
"We have a warrant for your arrest," the woman said.
Brenda stood there, not moving. "Assault and battery," the woman amplified. "You have to come with us," the man said. The ride, the booking, the processing-she went at it as if she were in a trance.
"Time for your phone call," the matron said.
"I'd like to hold off on that," Brenda told her. The matron shrugged, looking at the desk sergeant. "Kind of unusual, but it's okay," the sergeant said. "You're in the tank. Call the guard when you're ready."
The tank. It was a large cell, with cots lining two of the three walls that were block instead of bars. The innermost wall was reserved for the John, which had neither back nor seat.
"In you go," the matron said. "You'll love it."
Brenda doubted that. There were seven other women there and only four cots. Bare mattresses on steel springs and frames. It made sleeping, or even sitting arrangements more than interesting.
She noticed she was the only one who was already in prison garb.
"Well, what have we here?" a woman dressed in what might be called an evening gown, asked. "Look, girls, a real honest-to-God criminal."
"What the hell is this?" Brenda asked. "All of you are wearing your own clothes, white I look like a bit player in a gangster picture. What gives?"
"What are you in here for?" the blonde in the evening gown asked.
"Assault and battery, they tell me," Brenda replied.
"Then that explains it," the blonde said. "You are a dangerous and violent criminal, while I am somebody's date."
The other girls, who were dressed in similar fashion, all laughed.
"Yeah, a paid date," said one of them.
In answer to Brenda's unspoken question, the blonde told her, "The party got a little out of hand."
"Yeah," a dark-haired girl said. "And if it hadn't been for dumb-ass here, the party would still be going on."
"Hey, knock it off," the blonde said, turning to face her accuser, "How was I to know they were cops? And, anyway, you were the one who showed them your pussy."
"Deliver me from amateurs," said another woman, who looked disgusted. "I kept telling you, insist on references."
"Yeah, well, live and learn."
"Anyway, you got a complaint?"
"Me? Why should I complain? We'll all be out of here in what? An hour?"
The blonde looked at her wrist, then remembered her watch was in an envelope somewhere.
"Seems like we've been here that long already," she said. "Don't worry, though. Any minute now. One of my best Johns is in City Hall. The lawyer sent a guy over with the bail while we were getting arraigned."
"And then you just walk out of here?" Brenda said. The blonde smiled. "Sure. Then we show up at the date set and it's thrown out of court. That's how it works when you know the right people."
It wasn't going to be that easy for her, Brenda thought.
She knew somebody who could get her out in a hurry, but that person was the one who got her in. It wasn't hard to figure out that her visit here was courtesy of Rouel Blain. He'd told her there was a test and this was it. Now she suspected that if she didn't figure out the answer to this puzzle, she would not get off with just a fine and a few days in the slammer.
While she was pondering over her predicament, the matron showed up.
"Let's go, girls. Not you, Miss Hardcase. Everyone out."
"Well it's about time," the blonde said. "We've got a party tonight and we've already pissed away two hours. In another five minutes, I'd have shot off my mouth and we'd have some high class company in here. So long, Hardcase."
They were gone, and Brenda did some more thinking. The blonde made an interesting point. If whoever was responsible for her had not gotten her out promptly, she had said in effect, that she would blow the whistle.
That was it! That was the test. She had been placed in her present predicament by Rouel. And only if she could figure out what was happening, could she get out of it. She needed time to think.
"In you go," the matron said.
A big, bosomy dark-haired woman with hateful eyes was ushered into the cell. She was clad in the same blue denim as Brenda. The woman glared at her as the door slammed shut behind her.
"I told them not to put me in with anyone," she said.
Brenda shrugged. "They're in and out of here all the time. This isn't exactly a private apartment."
"Then maybe they need to be shown I wasn't kidding when I said it."
"Meaning what?"
"Hey, they caught me right after I did my boyfriend in, that no-good bastard. So what have I got to lose if I do you in, too?"
"How did you kill him?" Brenda asked.
"I shot him."
"I don't see a gun now," Brenda said. "What am I supposed to do, die of fright?"
"Smart cunt, huh? How about if I just beat the living shit out of you?"
Brenda had had enough. The day had not gone all that well, with a phone call from Rouel talking about a test, and cops knocking on her door and taking her downtown. And booking her like a common criminal and throwing her in the slammer. Now she was supposed to put up with this bullshit.
"You do what you gotta do, you frazzle-assed whore," Brenda said bitterly.
That was all the woman needed. She charged across the floor at her. Brenda grabbed her hair and helped her along. Brenda grabbed one of her wrists and propelled her in a circle. She slammed against the bars.
"This is fun, lard-ass. Wanna try again?"
"I'll show you fun, bitch," the woman gasped.
This time she surprised Brenda with a tackle, a tactic Brenda had not anticipated. She went down, using a roller derby fall. The woman clawed at her face and hooked her hand in the front of Brenda's prison dress, stripping the buttons off as she yanked down. She clawed at her again, this time stripping off her bra.
She tried to claw again and flailed the air as Brenda shoved up with the palm of her hand under the woman's chin. Brenda rolled away and sprang to her feet, quickly removing the tatters of her dress and bra so that they wouldn't provide something for the woman to grab hold of. The woman was right after her, lashing at Brenda. Brenda brought a knee up and the woman doubled over. Brenda's adrenaline was pumping, along with the butterflies fluttering in her crotch. She yanked on the front of the woman's dress, stripping it off of her. Then to make things even, she ripped off her bra.
The sight of the woman's ample, milky, blue-veined jugs with their huge dark nipples, was an inspiration to Brenda. Grabbing hold of them, she threw the woman across the room, yanking viciously on them as she tripped her. The woman bounced back off the bars, stunned.
Brenda gave her a body slam and yanked her back up by her hair. Then she flung her onto one of the cots.
The fight had cleared Brenda's head and now she knew what to do. The woman looked bewildered, but it didn't bother her. The prison officials would hardly want to admit to any supervisory deficiency.
"Hey!" she hollered. "Anyone out there? Listen up"
"Okay, okay," the matron said, hurrying in. "What's up?
"Hey, what happened to your clothes?"
"Your prison garb is made of rotten material. It doesn't stand up."
"What's with her?" the matron asked, looking around Brenda, but making no attempt to unlock the door.
Brenda shrugged. "Just showing off, I suppose. Great pair of boobs, but it's not my week for girls."
"Fuck it," the matron said. "She's already in all the trouble she can handle."
"Yeah, that's another thing. What in hell is the idea of putting a murderess in with me?"
"Oh, she told you, huh?"
"I asked you a question."
"You want to pick and choose your roommates, join a sorority."
"Sure, like staying in this dump was my idea," Brenda told her. "Well, now I'm ready for my phone call."
"All right. Wait until I get you something to put on."
Moments later, the matron unlocked the cell and brought Brenda into the office area.
"Phone time," the matron said to the plainclothes man at the desk.
He shrugged, reversed the phone on his desk and went back to his magazine.
"Hello, Stanley, let me talk to Rouel," Brenda said. "He isn't eh? Well, that's all right. Just give him a message for me. No, no, I'm sure he knows exactly where I am.. . . Oh, I realize you don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Yes, Stanley, I do believe you. But more to the point, tell Rouel I've figured it out. Just tell him, Stanley. He'll know. Tell him if I'm not out of here in one hour, I'm calling my own personal conference with the sports press." There was a pause while Brenda listened to what Stanley was saying. "Really? Well, then maybe I didn't have it figured out after all. In which case, Rouel has nothing to worry about, has he? If it takes you an hour to get this message to him, though, just forget it. It will be too late. And if Rouel thinks I'm bluffing, all he has to do to find out is to sit on his ass for an hour and do nothing. One hour, Stanley."