Chapter 9
Several other customers had come into the bar where Tony was waiting and, to the bartender's delight, they were playing Ellie like a jukebox. Apparently she was well-known for her ready availability, for there was no delay or hesitation about the way in which these dubious gentlemen approached the buxom lass. Like coins into a slot, they fed cocks into her mouth; they pressed her nipples and clitoris as if selecting some arcane music, and fingered her asshole as if it were a reject button. Ellie began to bubble and glow under all this attention, until she was as bright and garish as the jukebox itself. She blew on cockheads as if they were trumpets, with pealing notes of passion; she ran her pursed lips up and down pricks as though playing the flute; drawing wavering chords from the men; her meaty thighs worked like a squeeze box around her vibrant vagina. The men swirled her around in the dance, then crowded her into a booth amidst a cluster of pricks; her teeth flashed like piano keys and the joyful sounds she made became gurgles, as her body filled up with cum.
Jack whacked-off gleefully into his cocktail shaker.
Tony, watching this rare scene with interest, wondered vaguely if Belinda was having any success at the lawyer's house. He was just as glad that Belinda was not at the bar, for he knew her well enough to know that she might, just maybe, have wanted to throw herself into that cluster-fuck.
It would have made him jealous.
But he knew that the wanton girl could not possibly get into a compromising situation at a lawyer's home, where all would be proper and if she got anything, it would no doubt be tea and crumpets.
And even as he thought that, sexy Belinda leaned forward on the couch, reaching out for Melanie. She cupped the gorgeous woman's tits, pulling and massaging the taut tips. Melanie gasped and leaned in to meet the blonde and they kissed, lightly at first, lips merely brushing together, then more passionately as the kiss became inspirational. Melanie's black hair flowed like pitch over Belinda's amber and gold. Dark and blonde, they complemented one another. Their lips parted and they began to swap saliva back and forth. Belinda could taste the lingering flavor of her own pussy juice on Melanie's hot tongue-it made her more eager than ever to do some cuntsucking herself. She had not failed to notice that Melanie had enjoyed her snack of snatch, and now she found out how absolutely delicious a mouthful of cuntal juice was, even when sucked secondhand from a tongue instead of directly out of the box.
Belinda slid off the couch.
The two women knelt, belly to belly and thigh to thigh; they worked their mouths together, tongues flashing back and forth; golden pubic hair rustling against raven. They cupped their own tits, holding them out so that they could rub them against each other's body, and their stiff nipples clashed together like pliable swords.
They made love that way for a long time, until they were both moaning with need. Melanie had eaten her fill, but she had not yet had her box attended to, and the ivory juice was pouring down her lean thighs; Belinda had already orgasmed in Melanie's mouth but, oversexed girl that she was, she was already starting to steam again.
But this time her mouth was as juicy as her slot, her saliva was flowing as thick and urgent as twat juice, and her tongue tingled just like a stiff clitoris.
Speaking directly into Melanie's oral depths, she whispered, "I want to go down on you, darling ... my mouth is watering for the taste of your sweet pussy ... I'm hungry for your cunt...."
Melanie began to shake so vigorously that she seemed to be coming apart at the seams.
Melanie had never had much trouble finding a cunt to suck, but sometimes her partner, while eager to spread her thighs, was not as willing to return the favor. That was what she had expected from Belinda, who had never before made it with another woman, and now Melanie was as thrilled as she had ever been in her life, both by the prospect of being eaten out by the beautiful blonde and by the knowledge that she had so effectively introduced Belinda to inverted love.
Belinda slipped a hand down and cupped her cunt, palm on her mound and fingers trailing along her slit. She petted and toyed with that drooling hole, treating it just as she did her own, on the rare occasion when lack of cock caused her to give herself some manual dexterity. She pushed her middle finger up Melanie's love box and switched her thumb to and fro across the vibrant sex nugget; she rubbed and massaged and stroked. Then she brought her hand up to her mouth and, leaning back from the hips so that Melanie could see what she was doing, she lapped the dusky beauty's cunt juice from her fingers.
"Ohhh ... nice...." she purred.
She reached down and pushed three digits up the slot, churning them about; this time she offered them to Melanie, letting the overheated woman lick up her own juice; loving the erotic sight of that nimble lingua lapping up the cream.
She began to alternate hands, fingerfucking Melanie with one while she sucked the twat juice from the other, then switching. She began to finger-fuck herself and Melanie at the same time, and brought both cream-soaked hands up so they could each have a taste.
This love play aroused Belinda so greatly that she felt an actual physical hunger for cunt.
She drew back and stretched out on the thick carpet, arching her back and closing her eyes, just like a contented cat before a fireplace; and Melanie's quim was throwing off fiery warmth just as if a fire had, indeed, been laid in her sexual depths.
Melanie misunderstood.
Seeing the lovely blonde stretch out with her legs parted and her knees raised, she assumed that Belinda was ready for some more sucking.
She started to go down on her, leaning over, tits hanging as if pulled down by the weight of her big, hard nipples, hair falling like flowing jets over Belinda's belly.
But Belinda shook her head.
"No ... it's my turn," she said.
Melanie had lowered her face almost to Belinda's cunt; now she looked up, like a wolf raising its drooling jaws from a tasty kill. Her green eyes smoldered like molten jade, and a trembling smile turned her lips.
"Ummm ... sit on my face," suggested Belinda gleefully.
She pushed her tongue out and fluttered it slowly, in moist invitation.
Melanie whimpered.
She ducked down and took a single avid lap at Belinda's frothy cunt, then she moved up, straddling Belinda's hips, then her belly, as she shifted into position. She paused, hovering above the blonde girl's jugs and, dipping down, began to work Belinda's nipples around in her flooded love box and against her tingling nubbin of love.
Then she moved higher.
She positioned her crotch directly over Belinda's upturned face and, instead of sitting on that inviting seat, she hovered a few inches above it for a moment, letting Belinda get a good look at the feast in store for her. Spreading her labia open with her fingers, she revealed the dark inner flesh, streaked with savory cream, bubbling and flowing like an inverted caldron filled with steaming stew.
The sight drove Belinda into a frenzy.
Her tongue vibrated like a tuning fork, licking at the air; her lips began to suck just as if that delectable-looking cunt were already placed upon them; her chin rose up, her head tilting back, waiting to be fed.
Melanie slowly lowered her crotch.
Belinda rose up to meet it.
Then they were clamped together, mouth to cunt, and Belinda began to tongue-fuck and suck frantically. Although she had never dined on a pussy before, she found out that no experience was necessary, that cunt-sucking came perfectly natural to her. She had feared that her premier effort might be a bit awkward and fumbling; that she would have to practice for a little while before she discovered just how to perform the tasty task. But the instant that her mouth was on that delicious snatch, she realized that she knew instinctively just how to go about it-that a woman was born with the built-in knack of pleasing a pussy with her tongue.
And a split-second later, she also realized that a cunt tasted even better than she had hoped.
Cupping Melanie's haunches in her hands and lifting her eager face, she fitted her lips to that gaping slot and pushed her tongue far up the smoking hole and began to eat the lawyer's wife out with relish.
Melanie came almost immediately, for she had been hovering near the heights even before contact was made. Her snapper juice poured into Belinda's oral cave, flooding along her bridged tongue and running down her throat.
But now that she had discovered the joys of cunnilingus, the horny blonde was not about to be satisfied with such a fleeting taste.
Holding Melanie in position, she began to suck her off again, without pause.
But now Melanie was hungry again, as well.
She turned sinuously around, her body revolving without ever lifting her bush off Belinda's worshipping mouth and, reversed, she bent down and buried her face between the blonde's spread thighs.
The two adorable females began to sixty-nine furiously.
Belinda couldn't decide which felt better, the tongue up her cunt or the cunt on her tongue-the thrill in her twat or the thrill in her mouth. It seemed to be the same thrill, coursing all the way through her torso in an alternating current, stepped up in the transformer of her crotch and fusing in her cream-filled mouth. It was just like an electric charge, that thrill-and cunt juice and saliva were both excellent conductors of such a current.
When they came this time, they came together.
It seemed as if they were sharing the same quim juice, as well as the simultaneous thrill; that she was gulping the pussy cream down and it was pouring through her body and gushing out at her twat, only to be slurped up by Melanie and recycled back into Belinda from that dusky beauty's flooded snatch. Cunts and mouths were like jewels linked on a strand of sex sauce in this necklace of lust.
They came for a long, long time.
At last, both drained at the loins and filled at the face, they sank down in happy exhaustion.
"Oh, I'm so glad you taught me how wonderful it is to suck cunt," Belinda sighed.
And Melanie said, "As long as I have a face, honey, you got a place to sit."
"Maybe I'll come visit you again ... lots of times...."
"Oh yes ... anytime ... all the time...."
"But right now ... I got to know who has my old Pontiac...."
Melanie gave her the name and address.
The chase, temporarily delayed and lovingly prolonged, was once more on....
Tony was at the bar when Belinda walked in again. He was looking toward the booth at the back, by the jukebox. Jack was looking that way, too, and furiously whipping his dick into the cocktail shaker. It was, Belinda had to admit, a sight worth looking at.
One of Ellie's feet stuck out.
That was all that could be seen of Ellie.
Plenty of hairy asses were humping up and down and the odd cock could be seen, momentarily, as it was withdrawn from a cunt and transferred to a mouth and vice-versa.
There seems to be a regrettable lack of holes for all those rampant dongs, thought randy Belinda, and had her mission not been so urgent-or if she had not already come so abundantly in Melanie's loving face-she might well have been tempted to offer her own wondrous orifices as spare accommodation.
But for the moment she was satisfied-as satisfied as a girl like her ever was-and more concerned about the quest for the winning lottery ticket.
"Did he have it?" Tony asked.
"He did ... but not now. However, his wife-a lovely girl-was kind enough to provide me with the name and address of the fellow who has it now."
"I suppose you want to go there now, huh?"
"Well, I hate to drag you away from the show."
A thick jet of spunk suddenly burst out of the booth as a cock went off by accident; unburied.
"Oh, that's okay. Where is it?" Tony inquired.
Ellie's head appeared between a thigh and a rump as, mouth open, she rose up like a hungry salmon and let the jizz fall onto her face.
Belinda, despite her recent orgasms and the urgency of her mission, began to feel a bit envious of the woman who was receiving so much sexual attention.
She said, "Seventeen Shanty Street."
"Shanty Street?"
"Know where it is?"
"Yeah ... it's in the slums."
"I kind of figured it would be."
"Jesus, Belinda ... it's dangerous to go to that section of town ... men get mugged and women get raped there."
"Yeah. As a matter-of-fact, the man I have to see there is a mugger or a bank robber or something."
Tony looked appalled.
"His name is Ray Griffin. Some sort of criminal...."
"I ain't going there," Tony announced. He was no coward, but he was no superhero, either.
"Well, I'll go alone, then."
"You'll get raped!"
Belinda showed him a demure smile.
Tony realized how absurd his statement had been. It was not possible to rape a girl so willing as Belinda.
He shrugged.
Belinda kissed him, winked, and went out again. Tony wondered why her lips tasted like pussy juice. He could think of no possible reason, unless she were acrobatic enough to go down on herself, but the taste was so inspirational that, as soon as she had gone out, he wandered over to play the jukebox....
Once again Belinda got a taxi without difficulty, but when she gave the driver the address, he balked.
"Ain't no way I'm going there, lady," he said.
"Oh, please ... it's quite urgent...."
"Nope. No cab has ever gotten out of that street without being robbed."
"I'll make it worth your while."
"What's the point of that? Even if you gave me a hundred bucks, it would just get robbed along with the rest of my money, so there's no sense in it."
"I wasn't thinking of money...."
He gaped at her. She smiled so that he could see the pink tip of her tongue.
"You talking about...?"
"Um-hum."
"A blowjob, huh?"
She nodded, looking down at his crotch, which had already started to slipw interest by expanding.
He considered it.
He hated the thought of getting ripped-off. But on the other hand, he had never even seen a woman as beautiful as this one, let alone inserted his prick into such a face; he was torn between fear and desire. His heart hammered and the heavy pulse was echoed in his throbbing dong.
Her tongue slid around a little.
"Well, okay, lady," he said. "I'll probably live to regret it ... providing I live at all ... but, okay. But you got to give it to me on the way. Once I've got my rocks off, they can't rob me of a blowjob, see?"
Belinda saw his logic.
It also suited her own purpose for, by sucking him off while he drove the cab, time would be saved. Giving him no chance to change his mind, she leaned over, opened his pants and hauled his pecker out. It was an admirable prick, large and sturdy, and the glans was already starting to dribble with tasty spunk. She fluttered her tongue against it, then slid the tight collar of her lips over his peckerhead and began to suck steadily, while she frigged him quickly up and down with her hand.
His cockmeat and pre-cum tasted very nice, blending with the flavor of twat juice that still lingered on her tongue. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand rose and fell, her lips and tongue worked skillfully.
The driver put the cab in gear, and somewhat unsteadily, began to weave through traffic.
He revved the motor up and down, as if timing the strokes of the pistons to those of his own meaty piston as it churned through the high compression of her mouth, two-stroking her head while his cum built up in his double-clutching balls. His carnal crankcase cried out to be drained. He narrowly avoided lampposts and fire hydrants and other traffic. A traffic cop looked with suspicion at the weaving taxi; a truck driver, looking down from the high seat of his cab, almost had a heart attack.
He slowed, determined to shoot his load before he had reached the combat zone.
Just as he turned onto Shanty Street, he blew his wad, coming with an abundance, the creamy spurts lacing into her throat one after the other. Belinda gulped the hot jizz down, enjoying it as usual ... but finding that cum-drinking was making her horny all over again.
He drew up in front of the tenement and Belinda tucked his now-limp dork back into his pants, wiped her lips and got out of the cab.
He drove off and managed to go almost a whole block before three pimply young men in back-leather jackets blocked his route, hauled him out of the cab and beat him with rumble chains, preparatory to robbing him.
They never did understand why the driver had such a dreamy smile on his face as they clobbered him....