Chapter 6
Melanie and I were seated on a hard wooden bench inside the speeding Hertz rent-a-truck trying to keep our balance. Tense with fright, she pressed her head into the curve of my neck and we clasped hands in the safe warmth of my bulging crotch. The vehicle came to an abrupt halt, sending us sliding down the slick bench against the partition that separated us from the driver. We struggled to stand up in the cramped space as the back doors swung open and the burly chauffeur nonchalantly pointed over his right shoulder with his thumb.
"Knock first," he remarked dryly, taking a good long look under Melanie's shiny mini dress which had hiked up over her hips, as she cautiously stepped down from the truck onto the pebbled driveway. The smirk stayed on his face as he closed the doors and gave us a final beady-eyed once-over. Then with a screech of spinning tires, the truck tore away through the dark, sprawling woodsy hotel grounds past dimly lit bungalows toward the exit.
For a few minutes, we breathed in the fresh smells coming from the overhanging willow trees, and listened to the sounds of crickets and frogs filling the clean night air. Our destination, the moonlit bungalow that faced us, was even more picturesque than we had imagined. 'What a different world,' I thought to myself, as we started up the brick path leading to the vine covered doorway. Melanie's fingernails dug into my hand as we stood outside. We could hear sounds of music and dialogue from a TV program coming through the door. I fought back my nerves long enough to knock hard.
After a pause, the door opened. We were surprised to be greeted by our employer, Priscilla (the transsexual). A theatrical smile seemed frozen on her face, overly made-up to hide the heavy stubble which darkened her jaws. I noticed she was wearing the same evening dress, complete with jewelry, that had been her get-up at Mrs. Rigsby's "coming out" party. She held a glass of champagne which she sipped on thoughtfully, as she gave us the once-over, critically appraising our bodies as if we were prize cattle.
"Hey, Ginny and Bert, it's our jet generation kids!" Priscilla called out, as she motioned us inside and closed the door behind us. Apparently, we had passed inspection. "Lucky people a voluptuous oversexed nymphet and a superbly muscled surfer, hung like a young stallion and just for you!" she went on with her sales talk.
At first, we stared at our surroundings, then tried to see where the objects of all the shouting were located. We looked past the large vases of flowers and surveyed the huge fireplace which cast a glow of warm light onto the deep carpeting. Finally, our eyes zeroed in on two lushly upholstered armchairs, drawn up before a deluxe TV console. Over the backs, we could just make out the top of a woman's head in one, and a man's in the other. Her hair was deep brunette and unruly; his, thin, lank and gray. The TV set was tuned in on a movie of the forties. A love scene was in progress. Beside the chairs, her TV table held a silver bucket of champagne; his, a six-pack of beer and a greasy paper cone of fish and chips.
The two superstars of the cinema didn't even turn around to acknowledge us, as Priscilla went on pitching our merits and theirs like a used car salesman. "Mr. Ken and Miss Melanie, first, I'd like you to meet the glamorous actress and legendary film beauty, the one and only million dollar queen of the flicks Miss Ginny Wolfe!
We smiled like idiots waiting for some response from the chair, only to see a fat, pudgy arm reach out languidly to the TV table and unsteadily pour another glass full of champagne. Then it vanished behind the chair. The TV was still the center of her undivided attention.
Ignoring the lack of reaction to the sales talk, Priscilla went on like a good businesswoman, with undiminished enthusiasm. "And seated next to his lovely wife, our 'Queen of the Super Spectacles,' is none other than the Crown Prince of England's classical theatre, the renowned stage and motion picture idol, and one of the biggest 'talents' in the business Mr. Bertram Richardson!"
We turned our heads toward the other chair, and the balding head which showed over the top. The response this time was a hairy greasy hand which reached out and dipped greedily into the paper cone of fish and chips. Melanie and I glanced at each other in dismay.
Priscilla went on cool and unruffled. "I really am sorry that your regulars are on vacation, Ginny and Bert, but believe me, you won't be disappointed in this groovy tricking team. They're well versed in boudoir know-how and both have my personal stamp of approval. Well, I'll be off now. I'm positive this foursome will be a spectacular success."
Turning, Priscilla shoved a glass of champagne into my hand and gave us both a cold eyed look that seemed to say I dare you to flop at this assignment. One jeweled hand twisted the ends of her long honey-blonde hair nervously. In a voice hard as nails, she whispered, "I needn't remind you two that we've supplied this famous couple with an unbelievable number of kids of every size, shape, and color in the past. So don't forget, this is one of the big ones, an account that's life and death with me! I personally guarantee them complete satisfaction! And remember, I don't give money back to no one ever dig?" she concluded menacingly. We nodded our heads, by now scared stiff.
"O.K., now doff your duds, present your baskets of talent, get in there and fuck!" With that inspirational pep talk, Priscilla disappeared through the door.
Alone and silent, we stripped off our clothes. The only sounds in the room were an occasional burst of laughter or grunt of approval from the two box-office idols who still seemed completely absorbed in the flickering adventures of Claire Trevor and Kent Taylor on the TV picture tube. Stark naked now, I glanced over at Melanie. I eyed her familiar fleshy bosoms swinging loosely and felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought that she was about to offer them freely to the famous male movie star slumped in the chair before us. In a final spasm of grooming, she daintily smoothed down her auburn centerpiece, ran her hands quickly over her long tresses, and adjusted them so that the wavy ends lay provocatively over her upright nipples. Then with a deep breath, she looked my way, held up two fingers (crisscrossed for good luck) and stepped gingerly around in front of Bertram's chair to compete with the Late, Late Show. I did the same with Ginny.
Stopping beside the brocaded armchair where Ginny Wolfe sprawled (my hands resting lightly on my lean hips, my legs spread wide, and my colossal weapon hanging like a heavy pendulum over my loosely dangling hairy balls), I looked down with half closed eyes hoping to exude virile street-stud masculine appeal.
But try as I might to enact convincingly the role of the pro "play-for-pay" prostie, I couldn't help but stare ogle-eyed at the most glamorous star of our era! She was definitely drunk, but her aging, slightly sagging face still retained the looks that had earned her the title 'the world's most beautiful motion picture actress.' I took in her features one by one: The luxuriously unruly brunette hair framing perfectly arched eyebrows and the triple thick lashes that encircled two clear emerald-green eyes. Then the fine, straight flawless nose and two full sensuous rose-pink lips and all without make-up! Below the face, things began to fall apart. Her overweight body filled to overflowing the expensive looking pant outfit. Her immense titties and coarsely hairy sex showed through the sheer material of her get-up, since she wore no bra or panties. She obviously believed in being ready for action. Those gorgeous eyes (which I remembered swooning at many a time on the silver screen) finally looked over my way, took in my protruding flagpole, and practically popped from their sockets.
"Holy mackerel!" she exploded, spilling chilled champagne over my privates. "What a gorgeous piece of meat, sugar!" she exclaimed, toasting me with the half empty glass, as she gazed pop-eyed at my massive dangling penis. "Daddy, it's almost as big as yours!" she crooned, turning to her renowned husband, then she looked back to make sure my heavy appendage was for real. With a girlish giggle, she reached out and grabbed my hanging joystick with her hand. The rings on her fat fingers dug painfully into the sensitive flesh of my staff, as she squeezed and pressed the fleshy organ roughly. I gasped as she playfully dipped my lengthening peter into the fizzy liquid in her glass. Then she downed the newly christened wine, sloppily swallowing the champagne until it flowed over her double chin and down into the dark cleft between her bulging boobs, staining her blouse.
Sneaking a look at the other pair of lovebirds, I noticed (sick with envy and jealousy) that Melanie was already kneeling between her movie idol's bell bottom covered legs, holding onto his flower shirted shoulders with both arms, and kissing him passionately. She really seemed to like it. His thick hands were running wildly through her long hair, and the sound of his heavy breathing filled the room. Not wanting to get too upset by their hot and steady lovemaking, I turned my attentions back to my intoxicated sex mate.
"What's your pleasure, Miss Wolfe?" I asked in my best husky masculine voice, as I thrust my crotch temptingly closer to her bleary face.
"I'll bet you know how to do everything good, stud," Ginny answered slyly, her voice sounding tough and throaty. Slumping down in the chair and raising her pelvis high in the air, she waited for me to unzip her slacks. Obediently, I began hunting for her zipper, reaching far around the wide hips while trying to dodge the glass of champagne that kept threatening to fall in my bare lap.
"Better!" I bragged, finally managing to get the slacks down past her bushy canyon. The pink slit was wide open, revealing a gaping tunnel that looked deep and moist. Awkwardly, I strained to pull her pants clear off past her satin high heeled slippers. "I'm sure horny for hair pie," I lied.
"Start off with my ass hole, dude, because that's what makes the going great," she ordered, bending her knees and lifting her flabby legs high. Dropping the champagne glass on the floor, she folded her arms under her legs, hoisted her buttocks aloft and ready, and turned toward the old-time flick on the TV set.
"All I can eat?" I joked, kneeling on the floor, grasping her chunky white cheeks, and spreading wide her hairy covered red anus. Halfheartedly burying my face in the fleshy chasm, I couldn't help looking over sideways toward the goings-on of my other half, Melanie. Bertram had his face buried deep between her wobbling breasts, while his hands were busy fingering inside her pumping vagina. Melanie had her arms wrapped around his jiggling head. Her face was thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed in ecstasy. Ginny's words, "It's almost as big as yours," ran through my mind, and left me sick with dismay.
"Whip it to me, kid. I know I'm going to dig it," Ginny croaked in a whiskey baritone without turning her gaze from the romantic scene on the tube.
I tried to keep my mind on my work and forget about Melanie. First, I explored the tight anal entrance with my open lips. Then driving my stiff tongue deep inside, I jabbed back and forth with savage thrusts. My mind involuntarily kept returning to the couple next to us and their all-out performance on the comfy love seat.
I pretended to come up for air, dramatically gasping and wheezing in mock exhaustion. Seeing right through my fraud, Ginny frowned, and rasped out of the corner of her mouth, "Don't strain yourself."
"Huh?" I asked innocently, wiping my drooling chin.
"Oh, brother, they really sent me a doozy this time," Ginny rolled her beautiful eyes upward in disgust, as she let her legs flop over my shoulders, the heels of her slippers digging pointedly into my back. "That's the price of vice, I guess. Look, sweetie, I like my loving rough and tumble, so dig in, because I'm ready to have orgasms all over the place." She wiggled a long shiny fingernail toward her gaping sex sheath, then turned her face to the blaring TV, where another commercial had just ended.
Pretending to get ready for the big plunge, I snuck a glance at the embracing love match, now practically swallowing one another in a scorching kiss. Melanie was on her knees in front of the chair, vigorously pumping with both hands up and down on Bertram's huge, pink headed shaft. There seemed to be plenty of room for extra movements in her jacking-off routine, too. I couldn't get over the size of Bert's prick head as big as a baseball! All of a sudden, I really hated the way he pawed and used her body as if it were his private plaything.
"This is what I call a labor of love," Ginny wisecracked, hiccupping and belching. "Don't be a drag, call boy. Love it or leave it!" she warned me bitterly. Her hands reached out, grabbed the back of my head, and pushed down hard into her musky centerspread. Her legs lay heavily over my back as I reluctantly dove into the hot pit, big and dark as a manhole.
Ginny gasped as my tongue played at the soft opening of her sweaty barrel. Then I dipped it inside, penetrating far into her round belly. Her body shuddered with the piercing motion of my stabbing stiffness, and she raised her legs higher, wrapping them fiercely around my neck. I felt her hips move viciously, as I drove my probing tongue to the hilt in the clutching, liquid grasp of her greedy crack. Swallowing and coughing miserably, I sucked up the dampness spreading between her loins. Ginny pushed herself harder and harder against my face, finally covering my nose and mouth completely. My lungs seemed about to burst from lack of breath, till I tore myself wildly away from the confines of her crushing leg lock and rudely pushed her fat thighs apart. Then I lay there, gulping for air.
"You've got to be kidding? What are you a second rate sexual dropout?" Ginny jeered in disgust, spreading her legs listlessly over the chair arms, her starved for action tunnel of love glistening in futile encouragement. "Try something else, 'champ,' " she sneered, obviously very upset. "You know, like regular ole' humping."
"You bet! I'm a tight fit and you'll be one hundred per cent thrilled," I promised, spitting saliva into my palms, and with both hands, slipping up and down over my lengthy limp banger in fast jerking motions. "I love to fuck!"
At that moment, as I struggled to erect my "paid-for" monument, I happened to look over at the "other" happy duo now deeply involved in sexual by-play next to us. The sounds of sucking and groans of lust struck me like a blow, as I stared uneasily in their direction.
My movements downstairs came to an abrupt halt, as I tried to take in calmly the visually bizarre gymnastics being performed by the artists next door. Bertram was still seated, but by this time, Melanie was embraced in his arms in a weird position upside down in a classic sixty-nine! As Bert hugged Melanie's tiny waist (her shapely body topsy-turvy), his head was sandwiched deep within her spread-eagled thighs. Her pelvis squirmed with hot desire and she had her legs crisscrossed behind his bobbing gray pate. I went red with jealousy as I stood hypnotized, loathing the middle-aged actor who didn't know I existed, as he filled his voracious appetite on Melanie's hotness like an animal feasting on its prey.
And Melanie was just as bad. Her mouth completely encompassed Bertram's extraordinarily swollen and shiny member, her lips rising up and down in a frenetic sucking action. My eyes became like slits as I gazed enviously at my dear co-partner accommodating that enormous organ in her stretched mouth with eager passion and surprising ease. My arms fell limp to my sides and I stood transfixed by the antics of that oblivious twosome. They seemed totally out of control as they gobbled up each other's fruits, their bodies churning and wriggling in heat.
"You know, you're the best thing since Sleep-Eze," Ginny drawled in a sarcastic tone of voice, looking down sick with penis envy at the sight of my drooping dick. "Let's face it, deadbeat that expensive toy of yours isn't worth a tinker's damn!"
"Now don't get excited and all bent out of shape," I snapped, annoyed at her bickering and my weakness. Her hairy oyster-like gaping canyon palpitated with impatience. "Don't start putting me down, witch!"
Ginny's bloated face turned scarlet with rage and her brilliant dark eyes flashed, as she struggled drunkenly to get up from the chair, muttering to herself. She staggered over till she faced me only inches away. Her hot whiskey breath seared my flesh as she poked a pudgy finger into my chest. "Listen, 'Mr. Dullsville,' I didn't pay top dollar for amateur chippie night and an impotent sexual exhibitionist! You pretentious abortion of a man! You're no better than a sexy book cover with nothing inside but empty pages. At least, the ordinary run-of-the-mill street whore has the decency to get a hard-on you mother fucking faggot!"
"Don't start giving me any of your cheap talk, you over-bloated drunken has-been! That shrivel led-up oyster cunt of yours is enough to make any guy go queer!" I blurted out, with an I-don't-give-a-shit attitude.
Ginny's sneering mouth dropped open. People just don't talk like that to a star! Her bleary eyes filled with hate, and she slapped and shoved me backwards with all her might toward the door, her queen-sized temper rising to a final boiling point. "Get your fucking imported ass right out of here! Leave me high and dry, wilya? Nobody needs you, punk, so get the shit out! I've got a lot of thrills to catch up on!" And with that, she opened the door, pushed me outside, and slammed it hard in my face.
"Hey, you rotten-mouthed old bitch! Come out here and fight like a man, so I can knock your fucking false teeth down your throat!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, as I vainly rattled the locked door, forgetting that I was standing stark naked outside on the moonlit hotel grounds. Beside myself with anger, I ran to the nearest lighted window, and peered in to watch the action that I knew was at fever pitch inside the bungalow.
From my vantage point, I watched as Ginny staggered over to the fun-filled activities on the other side of the room, her face full of lust and frustration. I could see Melanie stretched supine over the stud-of-a-star, his big 'box office' attraction deeply rooted in between her writhing loins, his God-given giant pole sliding in and out like a snake in the Garden of Eden. Melanie's lips were angled to connect perfectly with Bert's devouring mouth. Though he seemed lost in a searing kiss, his hands were busily kneading her up-thrust globes. Leaping in to join the festivities, Ginny spread her voluptuous carcass over Melanie, kissing, fondling, and rubbing her youthful frame.
I gulped in hot anger, as I gawked transfixed by the sensational red-hot threesome taking place before me. As far as I was concerned, Melanie was overdoing her part in wiping out the generation gap. She lay there, surrounded, caressed, and cradled by sizzling flesh, as the sensual triple workout really went into high gear.
Automatically, my hands moved down toward my crotch to clutch the throbbing erection brought on by the three-way orgy eye-opener. Pressing and twisting the thick pillar frantically, I closed my eyes, soaking in the delicious waves of good feeling surging through my groin. After a few pleasure-giving jerks, I peeked again at the lewd performance going on live inside.
By now, Melanie was standing, but bent forward. Behind her, the old lecher had his famous profile buried deep between the cheeks of her pink and juicy backside, his head pushing frantically inward like a burrowing mole. Up front, Melanie had just rammed her face into Ginny's dark triangle of sexuality. The aging beauty queen was standing with her arms back and her hands placed against her flabby rump. She stretched her legs, pelvis, and furry patch into a protruding arch, thoroughly relishing Melanie's long, sinuous tongue lapping greedily the lips of her womanhood.
For an instant, I looked down at my own busy hands, my thumb running smoothly over the hot end of my slippery vibrating rod. Spitting saliva into one palm, I swirled and rubbed hard over the shiny cocktip, transported by the sensations' which ran from my head to my toes. My eyes were shut in overwhelming fulfillment and self pity. If only the great Ginny Wolfe could see this
Standing on the chair arms with her shapely legs spread wide apart, Melanie's fanny made an appetizing target for Ginny's hungry lips. Her greedy mouth and face were crammed between Melanie's naked fleshy cheeks. In front, Bert's one hand was busily jabbing in and out of Melanie's slippery crack, while his other tugged and pulled on her bare breasts. His glazed eyes glowed with a last-minute urgency. Melanie's pretty face was flushed with overwhelming pleasure as the doubleheader workout down below came closer and closer to sending her into orbit.
And so the bizarre combination raced on full blast in their 'anything and everything goes' sexing. 'Every-inch-a-King,' Bertram pummeled with sadistic relish into Ginny's receptive canal till they finally came to the climax of their feverish bouncing, and convulsed and shaking, oozed a sea of both his and her white cream jointly over her thighs and down his pant legs.
Up above, Melanie tossed her auburn head back and forth wildly, as her 'pervert' idol poked and wedged fingers of both his hands into her quaking hot box. At last, a stream of her come flushed over his plunging hands. The assorted squeals and grunts of all three were muffled by the loud blasts of noise from the TV, as one by one they moaned and collapsed into temporary exhaustion, opening their arms toward one another, giggling and drooling into a delirious finale of orgiastic 'cuming.' By now, totally involved in the heaven within my own hands, I pushed toward my own last minute of pleasure. With eyes closed and teeth clenched, I pumped wildly toward that longed for peak. The blood in my ears throbbed, my heart pounded, and choked sobs escaped from my throat as my overloaded weapon emptied blast after blast of jetting seed upward. Each jolt sent my straining body through another wild sweep of ecstasy, the intensity of the 'cuming' blotting out all my anger and frustration, for the moment anyway.
At last, the pounding rhythm of my ecstatic ejaculation let up and left my muscular body spent and weak. With both hands, I still held my throbbing dong, now drained and dripping. Opening my eyes slowly, I was surprised to see that the window before me had become frosted with the full glory of my orgasm. Globules of my thick sperm were splashed liberally all over it and dribbled downward over the sill and onto the ground. I stood for several minutes panting, trying to catch my breath.
Suddenly, the bungalow front door flew open. From my hiding place, I saw Melanie step out into the night, once more fully dressed. She was carrying my clothes, several gift wrapped packages, and a fist full of bills. She smiled back into the interior starry-eyed.
"I will, I promise just as soon as it can be arranged," Melanie reassured those inside dreamily as the door shut behind her.
"Just as soon as what can be arranged?" I hissed, not trying one bit to hide how peeved I was. gorgeous cock now, she'd be begging for a piece!' I thought to myself as I opened my eyes once again to check in on the action-filled free-for-all, still going on inside.
With my nose smashed against the window, I finally got a full view of the legendary male movie idol's face. I tried to see what all the fuss was about as I critically scrutinized the strong, straight nose, the mustached covered lips, and the intense beady brown eyes that almost bulged as they examined Melanie's ivory colored posterior (still bent over). His thick fingers parted her smooth round cheeks carefully, as he placed his cockhead (the size of a billiard ball) directly against her rear entrance. Then, using those same powerful fingers, he pushed his gigantic tube into the right place, and entered, starting a slow rhythmic insertion penetrating a little, then pulling back smoothly, then entering again a little further. His big hands now both lay on her softly rounded hips as if they were his private estate.
Meanwhile, Ginny was on her knees, like a bitch in heat, her face pressed forward and her mouth working hungrily inside Melanie's lovely crevice, down to its very depths. Her puffy hands played over Melanie's smooth, soft stomach, moving up, making circling motions, then teasing the tips of Melanie's rounded softies with the fingertips.
Melanie's face reflected true bliss as that object of star worshipping femininity, Bertram, shoved his stupendous manhood into her rear end, pis-toning into her violated tiny rectum in slam-bang fashion, having a ballsy time of it, too. The old fart didn't even unloosen his britches, as he plunged his glistening monstrosity into Melanie's responsive buttocks. Just opposite all this activity, Ginny's hands were still busy at work jamming insanely into Melanie's all-encompassing twat, while her feverish lips gobbled up the seductive chick's amply endowed breastwork. Smiles of delight suffused all their faces as they approached the consummation of their animal fun and games.
I became completely involved in my own sturdy hands pushing speedily up and down on my ignited cannon. The moonlit window before me reflected my powerful arms as they flexed and un-flexed with every stroke of my jacking-off movements. My sturdy legs quivered and my whole frame stiffened as my entire body raced madly toward its inevitable explosion. I was so hot, I just wanted to shoot my heavy load then and there over the window pane.
Then I took one final peek through the lighted window. Electrified by the vision inside, I drank in the final do-or-die efforts of the 'total togetherness' act before me. The positions of the players had changed. That lazy thespian sex-brute was still seated on his royal ass, but now at least, he was in a 'working' position. Straddled over his wet, unzipped groin and facing him was his 'ever-lovin' wife, Ginny. Her 'ever-fuckin' sex maniac of a husband jackhammered his stupendous machine in and out of her hairy gorge till you thought it would smoke from the friction.
Melanie jumped in fright. Then recognizing me, she came closer. "Oh, my poor baby," she sympathized as she took in the situation in one glance the jizzy fireworks display on the moonlit window and my dangling, dribbling pecker. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll see that you're taken care of when we get home."
"How much did you get from those phonies anyway?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant, as I grabbed my clothes from her arm and began to dress.
"A big fat check, a pile of money for taxi fare, and tons of presents," Melanie bragged in innocent triumph, her wide eyes dwelling in pleasure on my hobbling reddened staff and duck-egg-sized nuts, as I stuffed them down one side of my pant leg. "Gee wheez, they were so nice! Real people like that don't happen too often. And Bertram Richardson! Golly, I've never had anyone fill me like he did," she swooned.
"Yeah, I was checking you out, babe," I snapped with annoyance, pulling my t-shirt on and stepping into my loafers. "And you'd better believe it they're no different from any other couple swappers all screwed up, looking for funkier kicks, thrills, and escapes."
"Well, anyway, it was a lovely sex happening. I mean, lots of balling and no work at all! And there's nothing like a happy, money feeling, is there? Especially when you're getting paid for something you want to do. Besides, that's what our job is, isn't it orgasms for all? And, honey, it was so cool! We just kept coming and coming," Melanie reminisced, still exhilarated from her 'star' trip. "Wow, I'm too pooped to pop."
I couldn't think of a ready answer that wouldn't sound like sour grapes, so I snatched the packages from her arms in silence and started down the brick path leading to the hotel exit.
"Really?" I finally remarked anticlimactically, not able to hide the envy in my voice. Melanie giggled as she slid her arm through mine and dropped her tired head on my shoulder lovingly.
"Did Ginny Wolfe say anything I mean about my cop-out?" I asked sheepishly, as I held Melanie's tiny waist and rested my fingers under the round softness of one tit.
"Uh, look, Kenny," Melanie answered hesitantly, "all I know is that Gin and Bert said my company was like music to their ears, that they'd like to share me with all their friends, and that they'd greet me with open arms any place and any time, but to please leave you at home!"