Chapter 6
TEN MINUTES LATER I WAS KNOCKING SOFTLY ON the door of the Pacific Suite. A minute passed and still no one come to the door. What the hell. I knocked again a little louder that time. No one came. Yet listening at the door, I was sure I could hear muffled movements within. They sounded like they came from the direction of the bedroom.
What the hell, I thought, could Cataldo have tripped me up and be in there with his own wife? That was a hell of a note. I found my sense of outraged indignation funny and started to chuckle. But then remembering why I had come, I became slightly incensed again. My hand turned the door knob ever so slightly. It held fast. Damn thing! Locked tight. Now what?
My mind clicked off a number of possibilities on how to get into the suite, but rejected each of them almost as soon as they came up. There was one chance. The fire escape. Maybe I could get out on to it from my floor and then go back up and see into Cataldo's suite.
Within five minutes I was stealthily climbing the fire escape to the eighth floor of the Staler-Mason. I was in luck! The fire escape passed right by the bedroom window. I could see a little bit of light coming from the shaded window. Without fear of being seen from within, I went up the last few steps quickly and crouched down to one side of the window. I was no sooner in position when I heard the sounds of whispering voices shot through with urgent excitement.
My shaft, always quicker than my brain, began stirring. It was always wiser in these matters than me. I shifted to be more comfortable and to give it more room to expand.
Keeping my back pressed flat against the brick wall, I inched my head toward the window which was about half open from the bottom. The shade rustled ever so slightly in the touch of a breeze. Reaching in I carefully hooked one finger round the edge of the shade and ever so slowly pulled it off to the side by just a hair.
Cripes! My eyes almost fell out of my head at the sight I beheld. My saber nearly slashed through the enfolding cloth of my suit. That phony Angela. She was full of surprises.
Through the narrow opening I saw Angela bent over a chair, her powerful ass facing me. She was at a bit of an angle so only one immense melon was in view, dangling like a luscious fruit toward the floor. Angela's hair was undone and flowing over the great width of her back. She was nude and I could see her right hand again was tucked out of sight. It didn't take any imagination to figure her finger was doing its dirty work again. The way she was jerking around and her mouth was opening and shutting made it so vividly obvious.
But that was only part of the picture. Standing stark naked behind Angela was this Amazon of a woman. The very image of the Nordic woman. Blonde pigtails wound tightly and done up in a tight bun at the back of her head. Great shoulders which fell away to small waist were clearly visible. In the light, shadows alternately danced across the spheres and planes of her back and mountainous bottom and muscled thighs.
It was the damnedest thing. She was massaging Angela's back with the same brush I had used early in the bathroom. And this blonde giant, whose great tits appeared like two vast gourds in profile, had some kind of a contraption strapped around her buttocks. It took me a couple of seconds to figure out what it was. It became all too obvious when she turned more toward me and I saw that it was an imitation of my real thing. It looked so real. Long and hard. Probably made of rubber and underneath there was something which looked like a plastic ball. From what I read about such things, you gave the ball a squeeze just as your partner hit ground zero. The pressure shot a stream of hot liquid into the panting recipient's clamshell.
I loosened my grip on the shade and leaned back a bit shaken by what was going on in the room. Who'd ever figure Angela for a queer. But it all began to make sense, remembering what she had told me of the brushing episodes. And her partner, the one playing my role, was her maid Mary, of course. Who else? I distinctly recalled her now. The build was identical to the broad who had served us the food and drinks at the Cataldo's home. No wonder I thought she looked like a tough cookie.
The more I thought about the two of them wasting all that female acreage, those four bouncing globes and two love pies, the angrier I became. What a waste! They both should be horsewhipped and then gang-banged with me first in line.
I took another look. Angela was going back and forth like a pile driver. The big blonde was rubbing harder and harder. I saw too that she was moving in close and got a plan of action in mind. When they linked up I would strike.
I didn't have to wait very long to put my plan into action. The girls inside were getting progressively excited and worked up. My wide-eyed peeking showed me a scene that I had never seen played out before on any stage or bedroom. And I've seen a lot and participated in more than my fair share of them.
Mary let off the brushing and began spanking Angela's taut ass with the brush. I could see the skin turn white and then an angry red under the repeated smacking. It must have stung like hell, but Angela just kept crying, "It's heavenly, my love, don't stop."
Angela sure as hell wasn't stopping. Her arm was going up and down like a yo-yo. Man, was she having a time! She started swaying back and forth. The motion got her pendulous bubbies rocking to and fro. Her excitement was gradually increasing because her end pieces were fat and stiff and taking on a reddish hue.
The big robber contraption strapped to Mary's behind was stroking the air as the giantess whacked away at Angel's keester. Mary's fantastic spheres, with their hard red centers, bounced about like two big beach balls. She repeatedly cried, "Take that! And that, you bitch! Get it good and wet and hot for me. I'm mounting you any second now!"
By that time, I was as big as a stud myself, just from watching those two queens. I feared for a time that I might pop right out there on the fire escape. You'd have to be in my place to understand. It was just incredible to see those two broads going at it, the perspiration racing from their respective armpits and crotches.
Angela began to hump one arm of the chair she was so hot. "Now, Mary. Now," she pleaded. "Put that big whang into my hot lips right now."
Mary tossed aside the brush, grabbed hold of her phony staff with one hand, and picked up a large jar of Vaseline with the other. She held the Vaseline in front of her and jammed the rubber prodder deep into it, twisting it around a few times to make sure it was good and greasy.
"Mary. I'm burning up inside. Shove it into me and let's get going. I'm ready to hit it again and again," Angela urged.
"I'm coming, love. Hold on," Mary replied. She put aside the jar and with her hands rubbed the grease all over and around her waving bell-ringer. Satisfied, she moved forward flatfooted to get into position. When Angela felt the first touch of the phony baloney, she bent over even further and looked up from between her knees to help Mary insert the stiff rubber piece.
She jumped a little when Mary hit the wrong spot. Mary backed off a few inches and came on again. Her finger felt for Angela's love crease and gripped it until her prodder was alongside. Then she withdrew her finger to make way for that huge rod fixed to her groin.
From the fire escape I watched in awe as the ramrod began to slip into Angela's love nest. My avenger was jumping around like a kangaroo in heat. I had to unzip to permit it to breathe.
Angela was half sobbing and half exulting as that long pole slid into her. She straightened up a little and took a strong grip on the chair in front of her. She shook her cheeks a bit to keep Mary's equipment in the right channel.
Mary was grasping Angela around the waist. She slowly dropped her hands so she could scratch Angela's dense forest. As inch followed inch out of sight and into Angela, Mary moved in closer and closer. Now her gargantuan bubbies were squashed up against Angela's beautiful arched back.
It was time for me to go into action. Fortunately, the window was well-oiled, and I pushed it up noiselessly. I doubt if those two queens would have heard anything anyway because of their preoccupation with each other. Their cooing and crying and obscenities along with the slapping of their bodies kept them from hearing my approach.
I ducked down behind a chair and quickly slipped out of my clothes. My staff jumped with joy at being completely free and immediately turned in the direction of the action. I swear that my constant companion has a sniffer of its own.
The next move was tricky as hell but I was determined to pull it off. I tiptoed soundlessly across the rug, my rod leading the way. Waiting until Angela was giving out with the love talk, I slipped right up behind Mary and ducked down below her massive rump. What a view I had of the two of them through Mary's strong legs.
Angela was beginning to drip and I could see that Mary was well-lubricated too. It was kind of funny to see their four melons jumping up and down, bouncing one way and then another toward the floor.
I was in luck. Mary's contraption loosened and she had to pull away for a moment to tighten it. Angela cried for it but Mary told her to "hush, love, I'll be right back in you. Use your finger for a second."
She had both hands on her false erector set when I gave her a short, powerful Karate chop on the neck. I caught her instantly as she sagged. Angela was so busy satisfying herself she didn't hear a sound as I dragged Mary back a few feet and gently laid her down on her back. Her artificial limb pointed right up in the air.
In the next second my hand was up under Angela and joining her finger in a slick dual tickling action. With my other hand I guided my steaming stimulator toward that panting aperture.
"Hurry, Mary, hurry, my love," Angela panted. "Put it back in quickly. I'm dying for it."
Quick to do her bidding, I moved in right next to her, careful to keep my chest from rubbing against her back, and prepared for the grand entrance. My shaft leaped forward eager to kiss those divine lips. It touched. Both Angela and I leaped. My tube felt like it was going to pound itself to pieces it was so anxious to be connected.
"Mary, Mary," Angela groaned. "It feels wonderful. Better even than before. It's so hot and vibrant. So pulsating and lively. Get it all in."
I reached down with one hand to hold back my eager lance. You'd think he was the White Knight the way he was galloping to push his entire shiny length into Angela's portal. With a firm grip on things, I then let Lancelot ease forward. Looking down I could see it slipping inch by inch out of sight. Wow! Who'd ever figure Angela for having such a narrow pass. As my pranger passed along it, her muscles alternately contracted and relaxed, giving me the squeeze of my life. It was a good thing I didn't have to breathe through that pipe.
"Keep it coming Mary, my dearest. Keep it coming," Angela cried again and again.
"My sword banged into her up to the hilt and then she locked me to her by bringing her lovely legs together. I seized her around the waist, hoping she wouldn't notice my hairy forearms but still held back on my chest. I covered her back with kisses, sloshing my wet tongue over the entire expanse of her back. My eager fingers reached for her huge tits and clutched them with the fiercest desperation. Man, were they tremendous, hanging down into my fingers. I milked them like she was a cow.
"Oh, Mary," she cried passionately, "I'm starting to make it."
She spread her feet apart and urged me on (thinking I was Mary) to a faster race. I whipped my mount and jabbed harder and harder. The flatness of my hard stomach and firm thighs smacked again and again in loud sucking noises against her two enormous rear jowls.
I felt her legs tremble, the muscles in her round belly begin to jump, the vertebra in her spine contract, and I knew she was climbing the heights. The next second my stiff hose got a hot oily bath as Angela jumped off the peak. Her thighs trembled so violently that I had to clutch her tight about the waist to keep her from collapsing.
"Oh, Mary," she screamed. "Don't stop. Again. More. More. I'm going to make it like a machine gun."
She rose up again and my tense tickler went back to its incessant ramming. In and out. My hands moved up to her dangling fruit and pinched her end pieces until they shot up once more to attention.
By that time, I could feel my oil well beginning to surge around and around for the dash through my derrick. I began jerking like a puppet on the end of a string. Angela's mountainous behind oscillated like a vibrating machine as we went at it hammer and tong.
She jumped, ebbed and flowed, and then ebbed and flowed again. I could feel her legs shaking like two wet terriers drying off after a plunge into the ocean. Now my oil well was giving up its rich treasure. It trembled and pushed further into that love recess looking for the deepest point in which to deposit my riches.
As it left the starting gate and spurted from riiy gun, I jumped like a stuck pig and banged mercilessly against Angela's big buttocks. I opened my mouth to scream, the world revolved madly, and the sounds of cannons thundered in my ears. She came crashing back into me as my love juices jetted into her burning bun.
As we hit it together, we jittered and twitched about the floor, fighting to stay on our feet. Angela gasped and gulped for air like a lovely white exhausted fish. My tool kept jumping inside that narrow slot. Streams of hot juices spouted and spurted into it.
I felt Angela give one great shudder. I grasped her even tighter.
"Oh, Mary, darling. Darling. It was wonderful. How sweet," she gushed, still thinking she was locked in the love embrace of her queer friend. "Hold me, I'm ready to pass out from the thrill. My crack is throbbing with pleasure. We'll rest--I'm so tired and then I'll mount you."
She started to collapse wearily. My rod, its work done, popped out and plopped back down to whack me in the thigh.
Behind me I could hear Mary begin to stir on the floor. It was time to take care of Angela. Holding her fast with one hand, I gave her the same chopping blow on the neck. She sighed and folded up. I lugged her across the floor and dropped her on the bed.
I then danced across the rug, anticipation already putting a spark of life back into my soft saber as I surveyed Mary's fabulous landscape. Her eyes were beginning to flicker and she raised one arm to rub the back of her neck. One gigantic bubbie rose up higher than the other.
I stood over Mary, my eyes roving up and down and over and around her monstrous, physique. Queen or not, she had one of the finest developed bodies of any broad I had ever seen. And as I've said before, I've seen more than a few in my time, including the year I worked my way through college as an attendant in a woman's health salon.
Although flat out on her powerful back and firm behind, her massive spheres stretched tautly toward the ceiling of the Pacific Suite. They were capped by two red rubies that would have been the delight of a maharajah's wife. My fingers itched to encompass those twin alabaster peaks while my lips longed to gobble on those crimson jewels.
The matted V mass in her groin was nearly the same shade as Lita Ward's, but a bit lighter. As she came to Mary raised her knees and slowly rubbed the side of her high heels against the thick rug. The muscles ran in waves beneath the firm flesh.
I quickly knelt down and unstrapped that detestable contraption from about her waist to lay open to my view her creamy chasm. I had drank my coffee black at dinner and decided to partake of the cream then. I was swiftly down, my tongue revolving around and around, darting in and out like that of a thirsty cat. How sweet it was!
Mary's mind was still in a daze but her body responded to my urgings. Her legs spread further apart and she kept replenishing her creamer. Just as quickly as T lapped it up. My head began to go at a furious pace and her mons Veneris reacted by slowly spreading even further apart. I swooshed in and then out.
My swizzle stick snapped to its full length and began twitching for action. I glanced up at Mary, looking through that thatch of blonde hair which topped her cunt Her eyes were flickering.
At first I was going to chop her down again. But I decided against it because I wanted her vividly conscious when I swizzled my stick about her snatch. I crawled up from between her legs and straddled her chest. My grateful sword rested between her tits as though they were grinding stones about to sharpen it. I took one of those great beauties in each hand and pulled them together to hide my penis from my view. Man, were they the greatest! How firm, how full, how firmly packed. They should use those bubbies for their TV commercials and smoking would increase by five-hundred per cent.
My thumbs flicked the nipples as though they were the firing buttons on a couple of dual machine guns. Here I was the Baron Richthofen, diving down in my faithful Fokker Tripe on the Englishman's S.E.5A. Now I'm on his tail, just like I'd be on Mary's shortly. He sees me and tries to maneuver out of the line of fire. But it is too late. I pressed the red buttons and gave him two deadly bursts. Oily smoke curls from the engine of the S.E.5A. He's finished.
I laugh to myself, continually pressing Mary's carmine colored knobs. I can feel them swelling with new life under my thumb. Then they pop into position to resemble two sewing thimbles.
Mary's dark blue eyes opened. She took a moment to focus them. When she finally saw who it was atop her, she shot her mouth open to scream. But my right hand clamped a firm grip on her cheek and jaw. Simultaneously, I sat down hard on her chest to take a bit of wind out of her. Her bubbies slapped together between my thighs.
My mast shot forward like a draw bridge. It stood out from the midst of her flesh like a cannon. Mary stared at it in horror and a touch of fascination. She instinctively gulped.
"Now you just be a good old girl, Miss Mary," I said talking to her like I was Ernest Hemingway, "and you won't get mussed up. I'll release my hold on your face, but if you make one effort to holler I'll belt you right in the chops. Okay?"
She nodded, anger clearly visible in her features. The hell with her! She was in no position to squawk. I could ruin her and her girl friend. Poor Cataldo. Married to a juke. No wonder he was all wrapped up in politics. There was nothing to go home to.
I released my grip on Mary's cheek and jaw. She immediately tried to get up. Only her head came up. Her lips brushed against my manhood. She recoiled as though bitten by a cobra.
"Let me up you, s.o.b., " she snarled. "Let me up or I'll kill you, you male bastard."
"Knock it off, you phony," I ordered, "or I'll bust you wide open. I'm going to anyway, just like Angela, but not with my fist. I've got something better to poke you with."
"Not with me you won't," she said angrily. "You keep that goddamn thing to yourself. I don't want it poking in me."
"Shut up!" I barked. "Who the hell are you telling me what to do? I'm giving the orders around here. You're just a lousy maid bitch and you'll do what you're told. And the first thing you're going to do is to take that big whang and suck."
She looked at me like I was out of my ever-loving mind. She stared at me. Disbelief shone in her eyes.
But I noticed that she was looking my rigid prick up and down. Freed from my grip, her tongue darted out and licked her lips. Mary apparently wasn't so opposed to the task I had set her than she put on.
"I will not!" she said. But her voice lacked a ring of finality. "Keep it away from me!"
I took my tumescent rod in one hand and pointed it right at her mouth. She turned her head. I stroked her cheek with it. Easy. Gently. She shuddered but I sensed it was phony. Behind us the big toe of my right foot was delving into her hair lined porthole. It didn't take lone for it to become slick with her amorous oils.
"C'mon, Miss Mary," I said. "Let's stop kidding one another. You're just dying to try it. Who knows, you might even like it and then you won't have to take any more crap from the Angelas of this world. You can go around the world with men instead."
My love tool continued to stroke her cheek. Then ever so slowly, Mary turned her face toward it. Her tongue flickered out to just touch it. She must have liked the flavor because in a flash she had her lips clamped tightly on it.
"That's my girl," I said proudly. "Now you're behaving like a broad should."
AD the time I spoke to her soothingly, encouragingly, she was mouthing my pulsing whang. Her tongue gave it a good washing with her hot saliva. My thing responded to her heated probing by standing up straighter and harder. The damn little show off.
Back of us, my toe continued its investigation of that hair-lined slot. Sucking noises had become audible. Her long legs had fallen apart and she was scraping the rug with the high-heeled shoes.
I sensed my spout was almost ready to flow; I withdrew it. Mary's lips carne up in hot pursuit.
"Cool it, Miss Mary. Otherwise you'll get a mouthful that will choke you up."
She held her head up. Her tongue continued to dart in and out between her curved lips. Man, was she ever thirsty.
"Let me have it, please Mr. Vista. I want it. I crave it," she pleaded.
"You can have it that way later. Right now I've got something else in mind. If you know what I mean," I said.
I shifted my weight so I was sitting on her stomach. It was as hard as a surf board. I leaned forward to drink again at those lovely fountains she displayed to such great advantage. Their red nozzles leaped up higher under my chewing and sucking. In my ear I could hear breath coming in rapid gasps.
I started to slide down her body. Reluctantly, my lips loosened their suction hold on those mammoth tits. Freed they snapped back up to flamboyant attention. My rump slid over her blonde gash and I came to rest on her yawning thighs.
Mary watched my every move. Hell she must have known what I had in mind. My old buddy was waving frantically, signaling for immediate action.
"What are you going to do, Mark," she asked trembling slightly.
"What the hell do you think I'm going to do?" I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I'm not sure," Mary said. Her eyes were two big O's. They mostly were focused on my throbbing root.
I felt real sexy and pushed my buttocks forward. My friend shot forward at an angle and was poised only a few inches from her oil-slicked tunnel.
"I figure it's about time to drive through," I said. I was determined to give it to her fast and hard. I had remembered again what I had caught her and Angela doing. The screwballs. The two of them wasting those voluptuous forms. I'd teach them.
My finger transfixed her. She leaped in the air.
"No, Mark. No. Please."
"Shut up," I retorted. "What's coming next will put that to shame."
"You're not really going to put your thing in me, are you?" she asked in disbelief.
"I sure as hell am, you stupid bitch. " I said.
"No! No!" she begged.
I had had enough from her. Her head snapped to one side from my vicious backhand. Stunned she was silent for a moment. I reached over and grabbed her artificial tool and shoved it into her mouth. She started to reach for it.
"Take that out of your mouth, Miss Mary," I warned, "and I'll smack you all over this pad. You just leave it where it is and be a good little girl. You understand? Nod your head!"
She nodded, no easy task with that staff jammed between her mouth. She had to keep her head over to the side to hold it firmly in place.
Quickly then I reached and pushed her thighs apart. I placed my knees inside her thighs and gazed at the sweetness of her honeycomb. My stinger strained toward it. I let it just touch the edges, to sniff around. More life pounded into it.
Before I could stop her, Mary spat out the phony shaft and, to my surprise, cried, "Push it in, Mark! Push it in. I want to remember how it was before I went the other way."
I went into her like a torpedo being rammed into its firing tube. I knew once again that time was getting short and I went at her hatch like a rivet gun. The next thing I knew Mary had wrapped her powerful legs tightly around me, pulled me down on her wobbling globes, clasped her mouth hotly to mine, spun me over on my back, and was going like a crazy woman on top of me. I guess she was just too used to taking the dominant male riding position.
She whacked her great groin at me like it was the last time ever and she wanted to make it the best. She gasped and gulped and snorted and sniffed without letup. I had to grab what air I could with a quick intake through the nostrils whenever she relaxed her intense hold for even a second.
I sensed though that something was not right. I couldn't see what was going on. Mary prevented me from doing so by staying up top. The bitch, if Angela was coming to they could gang up on me. You never know what a couple of irate jukes will do.
I dug in both heels and burst upward, twisting about. Mary shot up and over. I came down on her like a Bengal Lancer spearing a pig. In one great flood I spurted into her vibrating purse. Mary groaned and slammed it tighter. She took my cash and wanted to make sure I got no change. That was okay by me. I strained to make the biggest deposit possible. You can never have enough in the bank.
She was taking the last penny and I was trying to collect my senses from the unfailing delight of it when a wave of intense pain passed across my scalp. I threw my head back to see infuriated Angela aiming a blow at my neck. Not today she wasn't. I instantly seized the hand gripping my hair and gave it a short but vicious twist. Angela, a bewildered expression on her face, slammed down across Mary, knocking the wind out of her.
Even as I was crashing downward, I was slipping free of Mary and going into a crouch.
Angela looked up dazedly from Mary's inert body. The look of hate and disgust she gave me would wither a holy statue.
"I'll fix you for this, Mark Vista," she cursed, "if it's the last thing I do. I'll get you for putting that dirty thing into me and especially for violating my darling Mary."
"You'll do nothing, phony!" I shot back. "Hubby must know what you are. He's not about to like it if you tell him I got what he's been missing. And now good night and sweet dreams."
My stiff fingers flashed forward and hit the right spot in her neck. She went out like a light. I was up on my feet in the next moment, surveying my handiwork. What a lovely welter of female pulchritude. I promised myself I'd get back to them again sometime.
They were both out when I finished dressing. For laughs I rolled Angela off Mary. I then stretched Mary flat out on her back, pushing open her legs. Angela was a bit heavy but I finally got her arranged atop Mary. With each of them in a position to use the other's muff to powder up when they came to, I had another chuckle and quietly left by the front door.