Archive Note: The outside cover to this pocketbook indicates the author is "Gina Clayton." The inside title page shows the author as "Sonny Blunt."
Joey reamed her like a race horse, his balls slapping at her ass. His cock started to blow. Hot spurts of come blasted from his huge member, dribbling out of her cunt onto the sheets. His body shook wildly through the ejaculation.
Helen's cunt sucked his cock dry as she slowed down the motion in her hips. Then they collapsed together, panting in each other's arms. Joey got up and went to the bathroom, while Helen stretched out and lit up a smoke.
CHAPTER ONE
Taking the last deep inhale from her cigarette, Helen dropped it to the floor, crushing it under the sole of her spike heeled shoe. She stood at the mirror for a moment, smoothing the front of her gold lame stripping costume.
Helen held two. very different jobs. Three days a week, she worked at the public library. Three nights a week, she worked downtown, stripping at a lounge called Joey's Place.
She took a last look in the mirror and left the dressing room, heading for the stage door across the hall. The rich curves of her body shimmered under the lame, as she strolled onto the stage.
The room echoed with approval, men turning from the bar and cheering her entry. There were about twenty members of the bachelor party. They had been drinking for a couple of hours and were more than ready for a show.
Helen looked down at them, smiling coquettishly, as she danced to the disco music being piped through the speakers on the wall. Swinging her hips and tossing her auburn mane from side to side, she drew their attention. Her hands cupped the globes of her tits, squeezing them in mock passion.
The boys loved it. They came close to the stage, cheering her on, staring up at her lush body with greedy drunken eyes.
She taunted them, pushing the straps of her mini dress from her shoulders. Turning her back, she slid it to her waist, exposing her firm tasty tits. She wriggled her ass at them, milking their anticipation, before swinging around to show them her tits.
Helen was getting turned on. She loved the hungry stares of the men. It made her feel like she had control over them. Pushing the dress to the floor, she watched their eyes bulge, as she stepped out of it, standing naked before them. Her body moved to the music, holding their concentration like a vice.
The party howled with laughter, pushing the groom onto the stage. Helen pulled him close to her, rubbing her torso against his suit front. The look of embarrassment on his face, changed to one of lust, as his hands reached for the swells of her dancing buns.
Helen dropped to her knees, tracing the bulge of his hard-on through the thin material of his pants. She pulled his fly down, drawing his pecker to her lips. Her ears rang with the shouts of encouragement from the rest of the party.
She lunged on his engorged penis, feeling it hit the back of her throat. Her hands clamped onto the meat of his ass, holding him tight, as she sucked on his pulsing rod. She could tell he wasn't going to last long. His knees were trembling with excitement.
Bobbing her had with blinding speed, she brought him off in her mouth. The creamy juice s hot from his rod, splashing on the back of her throat. She sucked him dry, making sure not to miss a drop.
Now that the groom had been taken care of, the rest of the boys climbed onto the stage. They surrounded Helen, groping her body with hungry hands.
She laid on her back, spreading her legs invitingly. Some of the men lined up, waiting for their turn to eat her out. Others lined up at her face, getting ready to receive a blow job.
Helen took them on two at a time. She sucked a big cock into her mouth, her hips rocking against another man's tongue. Her pussy dripped with pleasure, tension mounting in her groin. She sucked faster, feeling the fat pecker pulse on her tongue. The man groaned, as his load spilled into her mouth. Another man took his place, hammering his rod past her lips.
Her hips shook violently with the tremors of orgasm. The men continued taking turns sucking her clit. Her moans were muffled by the stiff pole in her mouth. More sperm blasted into her throat.
She felt the lips of her pussy being parted by a throbbing cock. It felt delicious, stretching deep into her cunt. She writhed wildly, taking another man into her mouth. His prick was so wide, it strained her jaw painfully. She opened her mouth as far as possible, letting him ram into her throat. Her pussy twitched, drooling from the fine fuck it was getting. She came again, feeling the man's sperm squirt into her slit.
Helen kept the pace up, sucking faster on the huge dick in her mouth, as another man entered her cunt. She bucked her hips, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. Come sprayed the inside of her mouth, the big pecker exploding time after time. She gagged for a second, sperm and dick clogging her throat. Pushing the man away, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
Helen wrapped her legs around the waist of the man between her thighs. His piston-like hip action was driving her crazy. "Fuck me!" she screamed, humping to meet each lunge. Another man pushed into her mouth. His cock was small and thin. After choking on the last one, she was glad to suck a little pecker. Her jaw was aching, it needed a rest. She ran her tongue around the tiny knob, sucking her way up and down the shaft. In seconds, it started to spurt. She swallowed the warm come, letting it trickle down her throat. Her mind was blurred by the pumping action in her pussy. He was the last man in line, the rest had returned to the bar for refreshments.
She pushed the man away from her mouth, giving her undivided attention to the stallion between her legs. He was the best fuck of the bunch. She quivered under him, groaning with passion. "Fuck me baby! Come in my cunt!"
She felt him pump faster, hot juice spraying her inner walls. Wrapping her legs tighter on his hips, she ground her pussy on his shaft, milking him dry. Then she pushed him off and stood up.
The men cheered loudly from the bar, as she blew them a kiss and left through the stage door, running across the hall to her dressing room.
A sigh of exhaustion crossed her lips, as she closed the door behind her. What a night! she thought, crossing the room to the sink. Taking on twenty guys can really wear a girl out!
Soaking a towel in warm water, she sponged herself clean. The water felt soothing on her clammy skin. She ran the towel between her dripping thighs, sighing lightly as it brushed the tender skin of her clit.
After cleaning up, she slipped into her street clothes and went to the mirror. Running a brush through her hair, she admired the sexy curves of her body, entranced by the thrill of self worship. She thought about the bachelor party for a moment. Those guys won't forget this night! she said to herself triumphantly, opening the dressing room door and walking into the hallway.
Helen ambled lazily toward the door marked No
Admittance. After knocking three times, a gruff voice bellowed from the other side. "Come in!"
"Hi, Joey!" she chirped, entering the smoke filled office.
"Helen!" he grinned broadly. "Sit down over here and smoke a joint of this Thai stick ... I suppose you're here for your pay. Well, just relax with that reefer and I'll be back in a minute." He came around from behind his desk, showing a full length of his trim physique as he left the office.
Joey was a good boss! Helen sat thinking. He had always treated her fairly and she loved the work. Where else could she fuck all the men she wanted, without having to worry about her personal safety. Joey's place was ideal. He only catered private functions and the pay was great.
He came back into the office carrying a wad of twenty dollar bills. "Here's $340 plus a ten dollar tip. Those boys really loved you, Helen."
She could clearly see the outline of his stiffening cock, as it bulged proudly under the material of his pinstriped pants. "You should show me that kind of fun sometime baby," he said, smiling down at her handsomely.
"Sure!" she replied, blowing a cloud of reefer smoke toward his crotch. "But not tonight, that party really wore me out." Then she smiled warmly at him. "How about if I come into work early next time?"
"O.K." he said handing her the money. "Here's your dough and I'll see you in a couple of days."
Helen put the money in her bag, blew him a kiss and left the office. The doorman escorted her outside and hailed her a cab. Helen hopped in the back seat, revealing her long shapely thighs to his hungry gaze. She slipped him a coy smile and slammed the door behind her. "Take me to the Hudson Towers, please ... "
Once inside her luxury apartment, Helen began pulling her clothes off, leaving them in a trail behind her, as she headed for the bathroom. What a night! she thought, running the water in her white marble bathtub. Those guys really got me worked up!
"Well, I don't look any worse for the wear," she said half out loud, standing in front of the full length mirror. You're the hottest fox in New York City! The sight of herself in the mirror was enough to get her hot again. Helen enjoyed her private pleasures as much as a gang bang. When she masturbated, she could give it to herself any way she wanted.
Watching her reflection in the mirror, she slid her hands down past the whirl of her navel, into the silky hairs of her love nest. Her wide juicy hips began to undulate, as her finger found the pink bud of her clitoris. "Oooooooh," she whispered to her reflection, "I'm going to make you come honey ... "
The sound of water flowing over the top of the tub, woke her from a sex dream as she lay panting on the floor. "Oh shit!" she cried, jumping up from the floor to turn the water off. What an orgasm! she thought, sopping the water off the floor with a spare towel. She drained some water from the tub, making room for herself and stepped in. The steaming water enveloped her body, as a sigh of pleasure crossed her lips ...
It was after midnight by the time Helen got out of the bath and into bed. The satin sheets and heavy quilt felt wonderful against her creamy skin. Tomorrow I will be working at the library, she thought to herself. I had better get some sleep. She reached across the bed to her night table, set her alarm clock for 9 A.M., then opened a drawer and took out two long ivory colored dildos. Helen shut the lights out and curled up under the covers as she applied the vibrators to her cunt and ass-hole. She kept one on her aching clitoris, while she licked the other and then parted the pink ring of her anus, as she slid it into the hilt. "Oooooh," she groaned as the dildo sent vibrations throughout her body. Then she began teasing her pussy-lips with the other vibrator. A soft sigh came from her throat as she slid it into her drizzling slot, and it met the other vibrator somewhere deep inside. The soft hum of the joy tools lulled her to sleep, and she drifted in and out of sex dreams until the following morning.
These were the facts, pure and simple. Helen loved to fuck. Actually the act of fucking was incidental. What she really loved, was to come. When she tired of masturbation, she'd hunt sex down like a predatory animal.
Her job at Joey's fulfilled most of her desires, but on the other hand, there were the days in between parties, during which she worked at the library. Three days a week, she was in charge of the Hitite Room. It was a small reading room, tucked in an unfrequented corner of the third floor. Since Helen was a bit of a book worm, she enjoyed the free time her quiet post allowed. She had studied the ancient Hitite people extensively while in college, so the job came easily to her.
No one at the library knew about her other job. Helen kept stripping a well hidden secret. She was sure that the stuffy library supervisors would never understand her need for sex. Most of them looked as though they hadn't had a good orgasm in years.
Helen had known about the joys of good sex since the summer of her fifteenth birthday. As a young girl, she had spent her summers with her parents. They owned a cabin on a sparsely inhabited island off the coast of Maine. At fifteen, her lovely young breasts had already begun to bloom, and her love nest had sprouted its silky auburn hairs. With a summer tan, she radiated her budding beauty like a young goddess.
Tommy, the young fisherman across the cove, noticed her swimming one day and knew he had to awaken her dormant desires. He had never given her much thought in the past, but now she was ready. During the hot summer months that followed, Tommy showed her everything he knew.
He began his seduction of the young nymph on a hot day in mid-June. As he prepared his launch for a day of hauling lobster traps, Tommy hungrily eyed Helen as she splashed in the water across the cove. Once his boat was in order, he motored across the cove and cut the engine, allowing the launch to drift close to the spot where she was swimming.
"Hi Tommy!" she greeted him breathlessly as she tread water.
"Hi Helen!" he said warmly. "Wanna go fishing?"
"Sure!" she said swimming toward the ladder on the side of the boat. "The water is freezing!" she giggled clambering up the ladder on to the deck.
Tommy draped a towel over her shoulders and rubbed her back warmly. "You must be crazy to swim in that ice water," he said letting his hand slide down the small of her back to the top of her ass.
The feel of his warm hands on her back, gave Helen a feeling she didn't understand. The warm glow in her crotch was something she had never experienced before. It made her body tingle all over ...
By mid-day, she and Tommy had made their way around to the other side of the island. Helen basked in the hot sun, while the young fisherman busied himself hauling traps. The sight of his rigid muscles kindled feelings of excitement in Helen's loins. The heat of the sun made her young flesh feel soft and pliable. Beads of perspiration began to form on the velvet of her cleavage. The more she watched him, the warmer she felt.
"Hey Helen!" Tommy called to her from the stern of the boat. "You're looking a little hot and bothered. What do you say we pull into this cove for lunch?'
"Sure!" she said absently wiping the sweat from her soft inner thighs.
Tommy pulled the boat into the shade of the secluded cove, and tied it securely to a tree at the water's edge. "I have some sandwiches," he said with a pleasant smile. "Come and sit down."
Helen rose from the deck, stretching her lithe young frame and made her way to where he sat. As she slumped down beside him, their thighs brushed together sending an electric shock through her body. She was confused by the newness of the sensations the boy had caused in her, but she was not put off. Tommy put his arm around her shoulder as he asked her coaxingly, "Have you been having fun today?'
"Oh yes," she replied with a small quiver in her voice. His free hand moved to caress the softness of her belly, as he kissed her reassuringly on the lips.
"Don't worry," he said pulling away from her for a moment. "I won't hurt you. I'm going to show you what life is all about."
"Please show me," she whimpered, lightly falling into his arms.
Tommy stood up, and drew her to him. His hands played with her supple young ass as he kissed her passionately. Then he slid the straps of her bathing suit from her shoulders and pulled it down, baring her to the waist. Her nubile nipples grew stiff in the light sea breeze. He drew one of her budding tits to his lips and began sucking it into his mouth. Helen's body began to shiver as he raced his fingers up and down her spine.
"It's wonderful," she gurgled as he gave her tits the full treatment. He slipped his fingers into the stretchy material of her suit, and slid it from her waist to her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood before him naked.
Tommy's jaw dropped slackly as he stared at her fresh nakedness. "You're the best looking girl I've ever seen!"
"Thanks," she blushed, "but now I want to see what you look like."
"O.K., " he said stepping out of his cut off jeans. His cock was long and hard. Its purple tip glistened in the summer sun.
"Gee wiz," she uttered in awe, dropping to her knees to get a better look.
"Taste it," he said grinning widely. Helen took his big dick into her hands, then gave it a curious look before licking it softly with her tongue. He reached down and ran his fingers through her salty brown locks.
"Suck it!" he groaned, pulling her mouth onto his member. She gagged as he pushed deep into her throat, his strong hands held her in place. Groaning softly, he shot his load deep into her belly.
Her cheeks were flushed as he sat her down on a boat cushion, and buried his face between her thighs. He sucked lightly on her love bud, then pushed his tongue into her tight slit. Helen bucked hotly against his face as she grew wild with passion.
"Uhmmmmm," she grunted, wrapping her legs around his head. She sensed the great power of waves that swept her body, but didn't know what they were leading toward. At that point it didn't matter, all she knew was that she wanted more. A long husky moan rolled from her lips, as her body was ravaged by orgasm. She lay very still for a moment, then opened her eyes groggily. "What happened?" she asked, sitting up and looking into Tommy's eyes.
"You mean you never came before?" he asked with a laugh.
"No," she said with a look of bewilderment. Then a smile crossed her face. "Let's do it again."
"Wait a minute," he said, stroking her dripping pussy. "Let's try something a little different."
Tommy told her to lie down, and with a gentle hand he parted her silky thighs. He spat into one of his palms and spread the slippery saliva on his rock hard penis. Then, positioning himself between her gaping legs he rubbed the slippery tip of his cock against her eager pink lips. She cried out in pain as he began working it into her. But she didn't ask him to stop, Helen wanted this moment to last forever.
She dug her nails into his back, as his cock stretched deeply into her. My god, he's tearing me apart! she grunted inwardly, but it feels so good. Tommy began humping her quickly, and she responded by grinding her nails into the meat of his ass. His hot breath huffed sharply in her ear. She could sense that he was getting ready to come again. Her legs stiffened as she shivered through her second breathtaking orgasm.
Later that day Tommy dropped her off at home. She waved good-bye as he sped away leaving a trail of white-water behind him ...
Helen never forgot that summer nor the young fisherman that taught her what it meant to be a woman.
CHAPTER TWO
Helen sat behind her large walnut desk, with a bored look on her face. So far, the day had proved to be a quiet one. She had sat browsing through books most of the morning and not a soul had come in.
I need the silence anyway! she thought to herself. After last night, it's no wonder I'm beat! She rose from her desk and stretched sleepily. The heavy swell of her globes pressed tightly against the fabric of her dress. Her arms reached toward the ceiling, the hemline rode high on her luscious thighs as she swung onto the balls of her feet.
At that moment, a sandy-haired boy entered the Hitite room. He stared red faced at the vision of beauty before him. Helen dropped her arms as she heard his footsteps, then wheeled to meet his gaze. The boy was obviously embarrassed, but she pretended not to notice. "Can I help you with something?" Helen inquired, with a devilish glint in her eyes.
"I'm looking for information about the Hitites," the boy let out as his embarrassment began to subside.
"What do you need to know?" she asked, letting her butt rest against the edge of the desk.
The boy looked at her sheepishly as he stammered, "I need some general information for a school report I'm doing."
The lusty librarian directed him to some books that would be helpful, and seated him at a scrolled table directly across from her desk. She then returned to her own seat.
As the minutes passed, Helen began stealing glances at the boy, being careful not to make too much eye contact with him. That sort of thing would be sure to make him terribly nervous. The wispy curls of his blonde hair, brought a warm glow of enchantment to her face. She needed something sweet to soothe her aching both after the rugged sex of the night before.
The boy sat engrossed in the books he had been given, leaving himself open to Helen's hungry stare. Her eyes ran the length of his slender physique. He didn't look as though he could be any older than fifteen, she remarked to herself; but that didn't matter, she loved what she saw. The pale sweetness of his face drew her gaze like a magnet.
I must have him, she thought, rising from her desk and walking over to where he sat. Standing close behind him, she let her tits brush lightly across the back of his head as she asked breathlessly, "Is everything going O.K.? '
"Y-yes," he stuttered as his eyes riveted themselves to the front of her dress.
"Good," she said adoringly. "Do you think you could take a little break? I could really use some help in the back room for a couple of minutes."
"Alright," the boy said with an angelic look.
"You're wonderful," she sighed taking his hand and leading him into the small store room.
Once inside, she drew him close to her, making clear the kind of help she needed. The boy flushed crimson as he struggled to escape. She stroked his neck reassuringly and kissed him on the mouth, parting his lips with her wet tongue.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," she whispered calmly in his ear. "Would you like to see my tits?' Not waiting for an answer, her fingers reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. "Would you help me," she asked, turning her back to him.
The boy's quaking fingers struggled, then succeeded as the zipper slid to the small of her back. Helen pushed the dress from her shoulders, and turned toward him revealing the crammed cups of her lacy black bra. "How do you like it?" she coaxed, holding her arms above her head. "Come put your head here," she said, drawing his face to her breasts. "You have to feel them to believe it." Her nipples grew taut beneath the lace, as the boy's face and hands explored her heaving chest. "That's right baby," she cooed down at him.
Helen reached around and undid the snaps of her bra, then slid it down her arms letting her breasts swing free.
"Wow!" the boy exclaimed as his eyes flashed at the sight of her cherry-like nipples.
"Suck them!" she hissed, pulling his head toward her glorious globes. Her back arched tightly as his hot young lips surrounded her left nipple. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she hummed, "that's perfect." Her fingers raced through the silk of his curls as she panted, "Bite them! Yeah, that's it."
After a couple of minutes, she pushed him away and let her dress drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, then carefully draped it over a carton full of books. "Do you like my body?" she asked, pretending to be a little shy. "I'll show you everything, if you want."
"Show me!" he croaked with a dazed look on his face.
She kicked off her shoes, and stared deeply into his wide eyes, as her thumbs hooked the elastic waist band of her matching black panties. "This is the moment you've been waiting for, sonny!" she chuckled inwardly, while bending to slide the panties down the soft expanse of her thighs.
"Come here, I want you to see something," she purred, standing naked with her legs planted in a wide vee. The boy came to her, and she pushed him to his knees. "Does it look good," she said pulling his whiskerless face to her cunt. A long groan came from deep in her throat as the boy's lips latched onto her swollen clit. "Oooooooooh yes!" she said with an air of praise, "Suck it right there!"
She pushed him on his back and straddled his head. "Eat me!" she crooned. Her hips bucked wildly as she reached towards the orgasm. Her groin clenched fiercely at his face, while she rode him for all he was worth. She shook with bone wrenching spasms as her body neared the boiling point. The boy gasped for air, smothering in the heavy flow of her warm juices. She smacked her twat onto his face, babbling incoherently as she reeled through a crunching come fit.
Helen slumped to the floor, drawing the boy close to her. "That was wonderful," she whispered. "Now it's your turn." She stood him up, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her eyes didn't leave his for a second as she stripped him hypnotically.
In moments he was naked, his stiff young cock unshielded from her hungry feline gaze. "Mmmmmmmm, it looks delicious," she murmured huskily. Her hands grabbed his ass tightly as she pulled his prick toward her waiting mouth. She applied her tongue to its purple tip, as one of her hands surrounded the youthful shaft and began to stroke it coaxingly. His ass tightened as her soft mouth devoured the knob of his throbbing cock. It won't take long, she thought, squeezing his balls while she continued to suck.
His ass was locked in her grip, as she pulled his prick past her tonsils. The boy quivered spasmodically, fucking wildly at her face; his knees buckling under the weight of a pounding orgasm, the rigid mound of his pubic bone grinding at her upper lip. He slumped into her arms, clutching her back, the softness of his cheek brushing her tit.
"What's your name?" she asked quietly, after rocking him for a moment.
The boy's fawn-like lashes batted shyly as he replied, "Willy."
"Well, Willy, how would you like to continue this somewhere else. We wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted at my place."
"O.K., " he said getting up from her lap.
"Good! Let's get our clothes on and I'll close up for the day."
Helen knew she could close early without fear of rapprochement from her superiors. Control of the Hitite room was always left up to her. "Come on!" she said, leading the boy down the corridor after locking the door behind them.
They sauntered down the steps of the library's front entrance. Helen surveyed Fifth Avenue for an open cab. "There's one," she shouted, pulling the boy by the hand.
Once inside the old yellow checker, Helen directed the cabby to the Hudson Towers. She stared sweetly at the boy, her hand lightly caressing his slender thigh. "We're going to have a good time at my place," she chirped tauntingly. His young prick began to strain at the front of his trousers. She decided to leave him alone until they could get to her apartment. "I don't want you to have an accident," she giggled.
After tipping the cab driver and entering the building, Helen pulled her prey into the elevator while she pressed the tenth floor button. "You're going to like my place," she smiled reassuringly.
Once inside, she got him a cold drink from the kitchen and lead him into her bedroom and ordered the young fawn to sit on the bed. "I'm going to give you a little strip show."
The boy sat transfixed, as the sultry fox began her dance of seduction. She strutted enticingly as her dress slid from her creamy hips to the floor. Her rounded buttocks bounced gleefully as she pranced before his excited leer. Stopping in mid-motion, she approached the trembling lad. "I want you naked," she purred. "Come on, strip for me honey!"
Helen took his place on the bed and pushed him toward the center of the floor. "Strip!" she ordered. Will's face turned pink with embarrassment as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. "That a boy!" she encouraged with a wanton flare in her eyes. "Take it off for me!"
In moments Willy was naked. His buttery young flesh glowed in the warm afternoon light. Helen's fingers disappeared beneath the lace of her panties, as her eyes melted the flesh of her young victim.
"You look good enough to eat," she said, looking as if she were about to drool. "Come sit on my lap," she beckoned.
The boy sauntered toward her and slid his rump onto the smoothness of her thighs. His rock hard piston throbbed as he swooned in her embrace. A sigh dribbled from his lips while her hand surrounded the pumping muscle of his pole. "Do you like that?" she prodded.
"Oh yes!" Willy moaned, lost in the rich grip of pleasure.
She pulled his penis faster as his sighs became more frequent. "Come for me, Willy," she whispered, letting her hot breath tease at his reddening ear. His ass bounced up and down on her thighs as she continued to stroke him. He buried his face in her neck, whimpering like a puppy.
Hot spurts of come sprayed her belly as the boy wrenched through a bone-crunching orgasm. "Oh that's so sweet," she sighed holding his body close as he shook violently. Come continued to spray from his virile young member as he fell against her, his passion spent. "Young and full of come," she chuckled under her breath, pushing him onto the quilted bed.
Her cunt was more than ready to fuck. It craved the feel of Willy's hot young pecker. She knelt over him bringing his cock to her lips. It stiffened almost immediately. "Have you ever fucked a girl before?" she inquired coyly.
"N-no," he answered sheepishly.
"Well', there's a first time for everything," she chortled swinging her leg over his waist. "I'm going to ride you."
Helen's dripping pussy lips slid along the stiffness of his loins as a long low groan came from her parted mouth. She sensed they were both ready and took a firm hold of his dick, as she guided it into her hungry twat.
The boy's face glowed with disbelief, as the new sensation took control of his pulsing body. "Wow!" he grunted, instinctively raising his hips to meet her thrust. The weight of Helen's body crushed his ass against the mattress as she rode him faster.
"Oooooh," she groaned, the auburn locks of her mane dancing at her shoulders as her head swung from side to side. "Fuck meeeeeee!"
His soft young hands played at the swells of her buns, as Helen's cunt sucked at his penis. Sweat began to form on her upper lip, while she continued fucking him for all he was worth. "Uuuuuhhhhgg," she wailed as his warm come juice filled her twitching pussy. "Give it to me baby!"
Moments later she writhed through the shivering blast of her own come fit, the vee of her joy hole jamming down on the fading stiffness of his spent organ. "That was perfect," she praised, sweeping him into her arms. "You're a regular professional."
The boy's introduction to sex wasn't over by a long shot. Helen had plenty more games to show him. She rolled him onto his stomach and ran her fingers over the velvet of his young butt. He giggled ticklishly as her lips explored the tight pink ring of his anus. Then reaching across to her night table, she produced one of the ivory dildos.
"What's that?" Willy questioned.
"You'll find out!" she said with a smirk, as she ran it along the crack of his ass. Helen sucked the joy tool to lubricate it, and began pushing it against the rim of his ass-hole. The boy tried to squirm away, but her strong hands held him fast. The dildo entered his butt and he let out a grunt bordering between pain and pleasure. "That a boy!" she coaxed. "You're going to love this."
She pulled him onto his side, as her warm hand enveloped his pulsing boner. The boy quaked as the long dildo ravaged his ass-hole. "It ain't just for shitting anymore!" she laughed.
Grunts sprang from his throbbing purplish lips as he felt the full impact of the vibrator inside him. She swung over him, taking his cock in her mouth while his rump danced on the dildo. "Mmmmmmmm," he mumbled, shaking convulsively. His butt-cakes flexing tautly as he began to come.
Helen's head bobbed as her lips whipped up and down the length of his shaft. The delicious spurts of his hot spunk bounced off the back of her throat. She swallowed intently, not wanting to lose a drop. The tips of her fingers played across his pumping balls, while her other hand forced the dildo far up his rectum.
His convulsions subsided and she slowly pulled the poker from his ass, while pushing him playfully onto his back. "How was that, Willy?" she taunted.
"Wow!" he uttered, opening his eyes and trying to bring her image into focus. "I never felt anything like that before!"
"There's a lot of things you've never done before," Helen replied, "but that's what I'm here for."
The excitement of watching Willy in the raptures of orgasm, had made Helen's cunt itch with desire. She was ready for more.
"Oh Willy!" she pouted. "I'm still so hot for you. Fuck me again!" She rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs widely. "Come fuck me!" she sighed, letting her finger run through the silk of her pubes.
In seconds, Willy was positioning himself between her gaping legs. It hadn't taken him long to figure out what this sport was all about. At this point, the kid felt ready for anything.
Her fingers stroked at the tip of his cock, and once again it rose to attention pointing its purple tip toward her musty valley of lust. She slid her index finger down from her clit, pulling her lips apart to allow for passage of the stiff young rod. With her other hand, she drew his poker to her pussy. Then with a grunt, her hips lunged onto it as her cunt sucked carnivorously at his young penis. "Ooooooooo fuck me!" she yelped.
Her hands groped at his buns as their fuck tempo increased. "Do it! You little racehorse!" she hissed savagely. "Make me come! Make me come!" Her hands began slapping the cheeks of his ass.
The boy fucked faster and faster, until his piston was a blinding blur between her legs. His sweet breath huffed warmly on her face as he began to groan. He was reaching the brink, and so was Helen.
Her long shapely legs locked around the swell of his buns as she ground her clit against his pubic bone. She kissed him hard on the mouth as her fingers raced the ridge of his back. "Ooooooooooo," she panted, "I'm coming!"
They came simultaneously, Willy's milky juice shooting hotly into her pussy. They lay quietly in each other's embrace for a long time, basking in the glow of their warm sex currents.
After a couple of minutes, Helen rolled him off of her and got up to use the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she stood in front of the mirror and gazed admiringly at her reflection. I taught that kid a lesson in rock tossing, she laughed inwardly. She then stepped lightly to the toilet and relieved her aching bladder.
Suddenly she heard the front door of her apartment slam. By the time she ran out to see what was happening, there was no trace of the boy. "Oh, a hit and run artist, eh?' she said with a chuckle. But her disappointment was obvious, she had wanted to fuck him dry.
Oh well! she sighed inwardly while returning to the bathroom. Guess I'll have to finish the job myself. Her thirst for passion was still unquenched.
After taking a warm bath, Helen returned to the bedroom. She rummaged through some video cassettes and popped a porno film into the machine. Returning to the bed she retrieved her dildos and slid lazily under the covers.
The action on the screen showed a woman sucking the long black dick of a donkey. "All that meat and no potatoes!" Helen giggled out loud as she let one of the vibrators play on her clit. Her hips began to buck as the other one slid deep into her sex drenched slot.
The image on the screen began to blur as her guts tightened with a rewarding come spasm. "Shiiiiiit!" she babbled, her pussy's hot flow spilling down the dildo onto her hand. "Nothing beats the ivory fuck!"
That night, Helen brought herself off three more times while viewing the kinky video show and slamming the vibrators into her orifices. She loved to make herself come, but her disappointment about Willy's early departure nagged at the back of her mind. If he had only stuck around! she pondered as the vibrating joy tools hummed her to sleep ...
CHAPTER THREE
Helen left the library early on Friday afternoon and went home to change. She had an early date with Joey that night and didn't want to be late. He was a real man! she mused, slipping out of her quiet library clothes. What should I wear? she pondered, searching through her closet.
Picking out a tightly fitting skirt and blouse, she stood in front of the mirror trying them on. You look great! she thought, with a self satisfied grin. Then she rode the elevator to the lobby and ran outside hailing a cab headed downtown.
After tipping the driver, she turned toward the window, catching the warm stare of the doorman. He escorted her from the cab to the front entrance of Joey's Place. She thanked him sweetly and strolled inside.
Following the brightly decorated hallway to the end, she stopped outside the door of Joey's office and knocked lightly.
"Come in!" his booming voice called from inside.
"Helen!" he cried with delight as she came through the door. "How ya doin', girl?'
"Just great," she answered happily, crossing the floor to where he sat. "I thought I'd come in a little early," she squeaked drawing closer to him.
The grin on his handsome face broadened as he rose from his chair and took her in his arms. "I've been waiting for you," he said softly in her ear. "You're the hottest fox I have working for me!"
"This isn't work!" she protested. "It's what makes life worth living."
"You got a point there, baby," he laughed, letting his powerful hands slide to her ass. Their hips pressed tightly together as Joey kissed her roughly.
"You better enjoy my dick while you can, cause you won't be working with any men tonight."
"What do you mean?' she asked pulling away from him.
"You're going to be doing up four dikes tonight."
"Oh," she muttered as a smile crossed her full red lips. "In that case, I'd better get it while I can."
Her hand groped Joey's crotch through his pinstripes as she pushed him against the desk. His huge member strained against the material as her probing hand drew it to attention. The vainy red shaft sprung from his pants as Helen undid his fly. Dropping to her knees she kissed its purple top.
"Blow me!" he groaned, his hands pulling at the back of her head. .
Her mouth made a loud shlupping sound as the length of his cock slammed through her parted lips. He grabbed a hold of her tawny mane and used it for a handle as he pulled her mouth onto his pulsating poker. "That's it!" he let out, fucking faster at her face.
Helen gagged as Joey's horse sized cock clogged her throat. Gasping for air, she struggled to free her mouth of his cock and then plunged onto it again after taking a deep breath. He had the biggest cock in town! she thought to herself as her head continued to bob up and down on him. She could tell he was going to come by the tightening of his ass muscles, and the way he was speeding up his thrusts.
"Oh yaaaaaaah," he grunted wildly as his creamy sperm blasted into her throat. His big hands jammed her face onto his dick as intense tremors shook his bulky frame. "What a girl," he mumbled, slumping onto his desk wit h a spent look on his face. "She really knows how to blow."
Joey's nimble fingers stripped Helen naked. Then he frantically pushed her onto the desk exposing her can to his lusty gawk. With his muscular mitts, he parted the silk of her ass globes and gave her anus a wet lick with his tongue. Her tasty butt squirmed beneath his tongue as he pushed it far into her rectum.
"Uhhhhhhhg!" she whimpered with excitement, as his stiff tongue reamed her. "Eat it," she grunted backing onto his face. Her fiery red fingernails scratched at the hardwood of Joey's desk, as he rimmed her ass-hole fiercely. Eating her ass. Joey pinched her clit between his thumb and index finger. He began to tug it as her round hips bucked to his touch. Her engorged love button pulsed, swelling as he squeezed it harder.
"God!" she cried out, "you're gonna crush it!"
"Don't worry about it baby," he snapped, "I know you love it."
Love was not the word. Helen went crazy with passion as Joey continued his assault on her loins. Her buns bounced frantically while he brought her off with his tongue buried deep in her ass-hole. "I'm commmmmming!" she screamed as waves of pleasure wracked through her arching body.
"How'd you like that?" he goaded as he stood beaming down at her.
"It was perfect!" she panted, slipping into his outstretched arms. "No one gives a rim job like you Joey."
He held her tight, flattered by her words of praise. The woolen material of his suit scratched her naked front as he kissed her hard on the lips. His tongue probed her eager mouth as she clung to his embrace. The tips of his fingers whitened under his nails as he squeezed her ass powerfully.
"Take off that scratchy suit," she complained playfully.
"It's O.K. by me," he retorted, removing his suit-coat and stepping out of his pants.
In seconds he was nude, his long cock stiffening under her stare. He drew her to him, his donkey-dick pressing into the warmth of her belly. Then, pulling away from her he said, "What'ya say we smoke a joint of good reefer before I fuck you."
"Alright," she replied impatiently, "but let's make it a fast one. I can hardly wait to feel your big hammer inside me."
They sat back on two leather upholstered chairs and lit up a big joint of Thai weed. As Joey passed her the jay, he said teasingly, "I bet you can't wait to get your hands on those dikes tonight."
"How many did you say there would be?" she asked putting the joint to her lips and taking a long drag.
"Only four," he answered, "but they want the full treatment. They like to get spanked."
"No kidding," she smirked, handing the reefer back to Joey. "Well, they'll get what they came for."
They finished getting high, and returned to the business at hand. Helen lied down belly up, her back chilled by the cool surface of the desk. She slid her rump to the edge, and spread her meaty thighs. The glistening slot of her snatch waited hungrily for Joey's hot shaft. "Fuck me as hard as you can," she sighed greedily.
"Anything you say," he replied standing between her legs. With a hand on his stiff pecker, he began to guide it into her. Then with a mighty lunge he drove it in to the hilt.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she panted, her hips jolting in consort with his ravaging thrusts. Her ass wriggled as she felt his cock pounding against the rear wall of her deep love cavern. "You fuck like a horse," she screamed as his meaty member smashed into her cunt. Her hands reached for his hairy butt, the nails digging into its pulsing flesh.
Joey grunted with pleasure reaming her deeper with each thrust. His pace quickened as he neared the breaking point. "Come with me!" he barked as his knees began to wobble.
Helen's pussy muscles tightened around his enormous shaft as she felt her orgasm coming on. "Give it to me!" she wailed, working a finger up his humping ass. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she quaked in devastating come fits.
Joey continued pumping her until his milky come gushed into her guts, then slumped onto her, his chest heaving breathlessly against her tits.
"Jesus Christ," she croaked, "like a human horse!" Her hands caressed her muscular back as they lay quiet for a moment.
Joey pulled his cock from her dripping cunt and told her to roll over. She did as he instructed and laid down buns up with her feet on the floor. He licked her ass for a moment and then added some saliva to his stiffening cock. "I hope you have enough room in there for me," he chortled, rubbing the tip of his ramrod against her quivering pink ass-hole.
"Fuck my ass!" she grunted as he began to enter her. It felt as though he were going to split her open as his massive member piled into her butt-hole. "Oooooooooh," she let out somewhere between pain and pleasure as he violated her buns. Her teeth gnawed at the wooden edge of his desk as he let her have it full blast.
Joey felt her hole tighten in spasms as he continued to ram away. God, what a hot bitch! He felt his balls tighten as he grabbed for the cheeks of her ass. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he felt the end nearing. Then his hairy balls blew their slippery wad filling her ass with penis milk. He shuddered as his hips ground against the soft flesh of her butterball cheeks. Then exhaustedly he draped himself over her back with a feeling of total fulfillment.
Joey got off her and slumped into his chair, the drizzle on his poker staining the upholstery. Helen pushed herself up from the desk and turned to look at him. "You look as though you've had enough," she taunted.
"I've got to save something for the other girls," he quipped with a loud chuckle. Reaching into the vest pocket of his jacket, he pulled out the silver case full of joints, and lit one with a matching cigarette lighter. "Want some more smoke?" he asked handing her the joint.
"Sure!" she replied, pinching the reefer between her thumb and index finger as she drew it to her lips. She took a seat next to Joey and drew the pungent smoke deep into her lungs. She handed the joint back to him while emitting a large blue cloud of smoke.
"You fuck better than any woman I've ever known," he said with a big smile on his handsome mug. "I'm not kidding! No woman can take on my cock the way you do."
"Thanks, Joey." A broad smile came to her lips as she sat there feeling quite happy about her performance. "You're not so bad yourself."
"Not so bad?' he said with a questioning air to his voice.
"You know I'm only kidding. Everyone knows you've got the biggest dick in town."
"That's more like it," he said handing her the last of the joint. Then he got up and began to put his clothes on.
"Does this mean the show is over?" she asked jokingly.
"You bet your ass it does baby!" he snapped with mock nastiness in his voice. "There's four hungry dikes waiting for you to get to work."
"I know," Helen said, resignedly gathering her clothes from the carpet. "What time will they be here?"
"Not for about a half an hour. Why don't you take another joint and cool out in your dressing room." Joey produced another reefer from the silver case and handed it to her.
After Helen had gotten into her clothes, Joey walked her to the door and kissed her hard on the mouth before she left.
Once inside her dressing room, she sat down at the make-up table and lit up the Thai stick. Taking a deep drag, she examined her face in the lighted mirror. At twenty-nine she showed no signs of aging. I could still pass for twenty-one, she reflected, blue reefer smoke trickling from her nose. "Four S and M dikes!" she giggled, her mind drifting back to the business at hand.
Helen crossed the room and began to search through a dresser full of costumes. These girls are probably going to want leather, she thought, pulling a tight leather skirt and top from one of the drawers. Then returning to the mirror, she slid out of her street clothes and gave her body an admiring glance before wriggling into the tight leather outfit. "Not bad," she muttered spinning in front of the mirror. Then sitting down again, she brushed her hair and applied dark rouge to her lips and to the hollows of her cheeks. I look like a real wife beater, she chuckled to herself, getting up and leaving the dressing room ...
The S and M room was a small dungeon-like space in the basement. It contained different types of S and M paraphernalia such as paddles, whips, handcuffs and leg irons, leather thongs, and a large armless throne for the mistress. The walls and ceiling were painted black, lending an evil atmosphere to the place. The floor was also carpeted in black, its shaggy spread shining softly in the haze of the dimmed overhead lights.
When Helen arrived, the room was. empty. She crossed the floor, and sat on the throne, waiting impatiently for her slaves. A couple of minutes passed before she heard the laughter of excited women outside the door. "Enter!" she ordered, in a deep authoritarian voice.
As the four women entered the room, Helen's heart pounded with the thrill of what she saw. The buxom beauties were more lovely than she ever could have imagined. Three of them were blondes, the other was a red-head. Their jutting tits and rumps jostled sexily as they paraded before the mistress' horny glare.
Helen ordered the three blondes to stand by the wall where the hand-cuffs and leg irons hung. She walked over and began chaining them up. In a matter of minutes the three girls hung helplessly from the wall, their tight skirts hiked sensually on the creamy skin of their thighs.
Returning to her throne she ordered the redhead to stand before her and strip. Helen could feel her cunt starting to moisten as the foxy carrot-top began to push the tight skirt from her hips. Her gaze became more intense as she noticed that the woman wore no panties or stockings. Her fiery red pubes glowed hotly against the black backdrop of the room. Drizzle began to form on Helen's clit as the woman removed her shirt and revealed the peachy softness of her boobs. "Turn slowly for me!" the mistress snapped, "I want to get a good look at you." Helen's eyes burned greedily as the woman turned in slow circles. "Come here!" she growled, reaching into a large wooden box next to the throne and producing a ping pong paddle. "I'm going to blister your ass!"
The redhead strode expectantly to where Helen sat. She allowed herself to be pulled across the mistress' thighs. Her buns were quivering with excitement as she waited for the first blow.
Helen looked as though she were about to start drooling as she lightly caressed the sweet butt draped over her knees. She let her hand slide down the backs of the redhead's velvety thighs as she dealt her a vicious whack on the ass with the paddle.
"Oooooouch," the woman yelped with pain as the cheeks of her creamy rear pinkened.
Helen smacked her again, the loud slapping sound of the paddle echoing through the room. The woman writhed with pain and pleasure, her pussy grinding against the warm skin of the mistress' thighs. Helen wrapped her free arm tightly around the girl's twitching legs. Again, she slammed her butt with the paddle. She could feel the hot juice running from her slave's cunt, as it ground fiercely on her thigh. She dealt her a few more spanks, then pushed her roughly to the floor.
The girl laid on the carpet and rubbed her smarting rump, whereby Helen abruptly rose from the throne and drew her tight leather skirt above her waist. "Now you're going to eat my pussy!" she snapped, standing with her legs on either side of the girl's fiery red mane. She knelt down, letting her wet cunt brush the redhead's mouth and nose.
The three blondes hung tautly on the wall as they watched Helen ride their friend's face. Their bushes juiced beneath the confines of their tight skirts, as they viewed the tasty display.
Helen's ass danced wildly, forcing the dike's slippery pink tongue deep into her pussy. Then she yanked the captive's red mane and ground her clit savagely against the lesbian's upper lip. "Uuuuuugggggh!" she groaned. Waves of passion lapped at her brain, as her inner thighs tightened in expectation. "Fuck my cunt!" she demanded, ramming her joy hole onto the redhead's eager tongue. Love juice gushed from her twat, as her body shook in the grip of a fantastic come fit.
Helen returned to the throne, leaving the gasping woman face up on the floor. "Fuck yourself!" she shouted, tossing her a dildo from her box of tricks.
The fiery lesbian retrieved the vibrator and applied it to her quivering snatch. In seconds, she was grunting with ardor as the joy tool disappeared deep inside. As one hand pushed hard on the dildo, the other began massaging the pulsing pinkness of her clitoris.
Helen watched with glee as her redheaded victim reeled through a blinding orgasm. Then her gaze turned to the blondes on the wall. Their cheeks had flushed crimson. The three of them hung helplessly as they watched their girlfriend jolt through the delicious spasms.
Helen walked to the panting girl on the floor, grabbed her by the hair, dragged her to the wall full of blondes and chained her along side of them. Then taking the shackle key from its hanging place, she unlocked the tallest blonde. "Get over there on the floor!" she bellowed, pointing to a spot near her throne.
She returned to her seat and glared fiercely at her prey. "Show me your pussy!" she ordered. The blonde vixen stood up and sheepishly slid her skirt and panties to the floor. "Very nice," Helen muttered, staring greedily at the yellowish juncture of the girl's thighs. "Now let me see your tits!" she snapped. The girl pulled the tight fitting turtleneck over her head, allowing her pert breasts to swing into view.
Helen took four leather thongs from the box next to the throne, walked up to the girl and pushed her against a vacant wall. The wall had four metal rings bolted onto it, which could firmly hold a prisoner in a spread-eagle position. She ordered the blonde to stretch her arms and legs as she tied the thongs tightly to her wrists and ankles. Then slipping the straps through the rings, she tied them taut, making sure the girl couldn't move.
The girl hung motionless, her tits and pussy wide open to Helen's whim. She ran one of her hands along the girl's cheek and then slapped her hard with it. The blonde winced with pain as her cheek reddened from the blow. Helen smiled cruelly as she slapped her again. Then she gave her an apologetic kiss as her hands ran along the swells of the girl's hips.
Helen's slot was beginning to drip again as she lapped at the nipples of the blonde's fleshy breasts. Then she centered herself on one tit, and sucked it into her mouth. The girl sighed with pleasure and her butt began to undulate against the wall. Beads of moisture started to form on her clit as she felt Helen's teeth nipping down her stomach towards her loins.
Helen got down on her knees and let her nose take in the delicious aroma of blonde pussy. It smelled great! she thought to herself, giving it a lick with her wet tongue.
The girl's confined body tightened with lust as the feel of Helen's tongue turned her on. Her love button began to pulse as her hips started to push against her mistress' mouth.
Helen hungrily sucked the blonde's stiff clit between her lips, letting its love juices dribble onto her tongue. The lovely smell and tastes of blonde pussy, made her go dreamy between the legs. Then, parting the girl's pussy, she slid three fingers deep inside.
The blonde started babbling as her hips bucked faster. She closed her eyes as the stiff fingers reamed her love tunnel.
With her other hand, Helen began to pinch the girl's ass. The soft warm butt-flesh danced on her palm as she applied more pressure. She felt the girl's ass tighten with spasms as she continued to suck her lust bud.
"Ooooooooooooh!" the girl screamed, as she began to come. Her hips rocked against the wall as her slippery love juice flushed down Helen's hand.
Helen backed away from the pulsing beauty and left her to hang. Then she crossed the room and freed the last two blondes. She ordered them to lie on the floor in the "sixty-nine" position and then quickly returned to the throne to get her paddle.
The blondes hiked their skirts up and started devouring each other's snatches. Their soft red lips pulling at one another's clits.
Helen returned with the ping pong paddle and watched the two lesbians, trying to decide which one to strike first. She grabbed the skirt of the girl on top and pulled it high up her back, exposing the curving swells of her ass. Then she belted her hard with the paddle.
The girl's butt surged forward from the blow, smashing her cunt onto the blonde below. A sob-like grunt shot from her lips as she teetered between pain and pleasure.
Helen smote her ass again and again as the girl's buns heaved hotly under the punishment. Then, pushing her off the other girl, she ordered them both to lie on their stomachs side by side. Hiking both their skirts up, she paddled them into delirium. .
Helen stood up and stared at their sweltering red asses. "Get up!" she ordered, standing with her hands on her hips. "And get those fucking clothes off!"
The women got up off the floor and removed their clothes. Their bodies were very similar in shape. Each had large silky tits and blonde snatch thistle. They stood rubbing their burning asses and waiting to be told what to do next.
Helen removed her leather skirt and returned to the throne. She spread her legs widely and ordered the blondes to kneel before her. Then, taking their hair in her hands, she pulled their faces onto her runny cunt. "Lick it!" she snapped, pulling harder on their hair.
Each girl took a side as they surrounded her seething clitoris. Their tongues lapped at her swollen pussy as they began stroking her inner thighs with their hands.
Helen looked down at the two bobbing yellow heads, her ass started to bounce on the seat. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, stroking their yellow manes. Her pussy palpitated with pleasure as she rocked her clit against their eager tongues. She wrapped her long shapely thighs around their heads and drew both of them tightly into her beaver. "Ooooooh! you're making me come!" she hissed, humping their faces in frantic convulsions.
Helen collapsed against the back of the chair kicking the two girls away with her feet. She sat motionless for a moment and then sprang to her feet. Grabbing them by the hair, she dragged them back to the wall and chained them up again. Then moving to the center of the room, she surveyed the situation. Two blondes and the redhead hung on one wall and the tall blonde faced them on the opposite side of the room.
"You bitches ain't seen nothing yet!" she snapped, walking to the toy box and getting a leather bag full of nipple pinchers. They looked something like rubber coated clothes-pins. Helen went over to the long tall blonde and began stroking the girl's nipples. They stiffened between her fingers as she pulled them lightly.
She reached into the bag and took out three of the nipple pinchers. "Two for your titties and one for your clit," she said, applying the clamps to the quivering girl.
The girl cried out with excitement and pain as the pinchers latched onto her cherry red nipples. The exquisite blend of pain and pleasure made her knees tremble with passion.
Helen knelt in front of the girl and examined her wispy yellow snatch. Its hairs were matted with moisture. She let her hands play along the insides of her captive's immobilized legs, her fingers searching slowly as they crept toward the juicing vee of her loins. Then she pushed the lemon colored silk away from her clit, and squeezed it with the third pincher.
The girl screamed with delight, shaking her hips frantically as the jaws of the pincher bit on her love button. It dangled and bounced as she convulsed toward a brain splitting orgasm. "Oooooooh," she let out in a frenzy, "it's biting my clit off!"
Helen turned away from the pulsating lemony cunt and viewed the three lovely women across the room. She freed them of their chains and ordered them to bend over facing the wall. She went to the throne and got a brown leather riding crop.
The girls knew they were about to receive a proper beating, their swollen asses twitching in anticipation. They couldn't wait for the warm sting of the crop against their buns.
Helen returned to them and gave each a savage slash with the crop. "Giddy up!" she taunted, breathing heavily as she tanned their squirming butt-cakes. She whacked them over and over, switching from one ass to the next.
The girls began stroking their clits, howling with pleasure as they took the delicious licking. Their pussies dripped with passion as the stinging blows drove them to the brink. One by one they shook through violent orgasms as they dropped to the floor trying to escape the brutal punishment.
Helen continued to strike them until their come fits subsided. The three of them lay in a motionless babbling heap, sobbing lightly as their passions faded.
Helen returned to the long, tall blonde and watched her hanging body quake, from the pressure of the gnawing tit pinchers. She removed the pincher from the girl's aching clitoris and gave it a warm consoling lick with her tongue.
The blonde's hips began to undulate. The warm softness of Helen's tongue felt like greased velvet on her snatch. Her nipples grew harder, as the pinchers continued to bite ferociously. "Please make me come," she whispered, not daring to raise her voice to the mistress.
Helen's head bobbed between the vixen's loins, as she continued sucking her engorged clit. Her hand stroked the meat of the girl's ass, as she let a finger slip into her anus.
The girl bucked feverishly as her stomach tightened with sex currents. She shivered as her head swung from side to side in heavy throes of orgasm.
Helen untied the thongs from the girl's wrists and ankles and pushed her to the center of the floor. Then she shouted at the other girls, ordering them to join her friend. She returned to her seat and waited to see what action would develop.
The four ravaged lesbians huddled in the center of the room. The tall blonde sobbed lightly as she removed the tittie pinchers from her aching nipples. One of the other blondes consoled her friend, licking softly at the pained redness of her areolas.
The other two girls lay on their sides in the sixty-nine position, stroking each other's pulsing red buns as they started licking each other off.
Helen's cunt dripped with excitement as she watched the lusty display. It looks as though they've had enough punishment for one day, she chuckled to herself, sliding her fingers along the wetness of her slit. She took a long black dildo from the box next to her seat and parted her pussy with it, as she continued to eye the battered lesbians.
The room echoed with sighs of passion as its inhabitants fucked and sucked their way to rewarding orgasms ...
After everyone finished coming, Helen ordered the girls to get dressed. Then she stepped into her own skirt, and blew them all a kiss as she left the room.
Returning to her dressing room, she removed the tight leather outfit and sat down at the dressing table. "Those dikes are crazy!" she giggled out loud, picking up the half smoked reefer from the ashtray. Lighting it she drew the harsh smoke deep into her lungs. Her eyelids went heavy as the THC entered her bloodstream.
After washing up and getting into her street clothes, she left the dressing room and headed for Joey's office. Not bothering to knock, she quietly turned the knob and entered. Her breath stopped as she saw what was going on inside.
Joey had a buxom brunette draped over the front of his desk. He stood behind her, ramming his cock deep into her pussy. He smiled with a look of surprise as he noticed Helen. "Come on in," he coaxed, not missing a stroke, as he continued to impale the brunette. "This is Janie. She's going to start work here tomorrow."
The brunette pushed herself up from the desk in embarrassment, and tried to free herself from Joey's penis.
"Don't worry," he reassured her, pushing Janie onto the desk with a gentle motion. "We're one happy family here. Helen doesn't mind that I'm fucking you."
"Shit no!" Helen grinned, crossing the room to Joey's desk and sitting down to watch. "Please continue."
Joey rocked in and out of the brown snatch as he gripped her hips for stability. She slammed her supple buttocks against his front, meeting each thrust with a groan of pleasure.
Helen watched the fornicating couple with increasing interest as she felt new passion mounting in her gut. They were both nude, and the sight of his lengthy member pistoning in and out of the brunette's cunt was really a turn on.
She decided it was time for her to get into the act. So she walked around behind them and knelt before Joey's pumping ass. Her tongue ran the length of his hairy ass-hole, catching him on the back swing. Her nails dug hard into the cheeks, as she buried her face in his crack.
Joey pumped harder at Janie's seething slot, while Helen's tongue worked into his anus. He could feel the pressure rising as his hips ricocheted between the two women.
Janie's cunt sucked at his pecker, her ass swinging in wide circles at the edge of the desk. She squeezed her big tits as her body began to convulse with blasting waves of orgasm. "Uuuuuuuhg!" she grunted, taking the hot shaft all the way in.
Helen pinched harder at Joey's buns, feeling them grow rock hard under her fingers. She rimmed him as far as her tongue could reach, his sphincter contracting spasmodically as he blew his load into Janie's cunt.
Joey continued to buck like a wild man until the last of his sperm drained into Janie's slithering slot. Then he slumped into his chair with a broad satisfied grin on his face. "I must have come a quart!" he laughed, fondly stroking Helen's auburn mane.
Janie turned around and sat on the desk top, a pool of come running from her cunt onto the leather blotter. "You guys look like husband and wife," she giggled, watching Joey stroke Helen's head as she knelt beside him.
"Nope," he answered, continuing to run his hands through her hair. "We're just old friends."
CHAPTER FOUR
Helen had known Joey for about seven years. She had met him soon after her arrival in New York City. It was the summer of her twenty-second birthday. She had just graduated from a large mid-western university and had come to New York in search of a job.
After a few weeks of rushing to job interviews she was becoming discouraged. It got to the point where she couldn't bear the thought of looking another prospective employer in the eye.
Her money was beginning to run short. Although her hotel room was cheap, it was becoming a drain on her savings. At this rate, if she didn't find a job soon, she'd be forced to leave the city and return to her home in boring northern New England.
Ah fuck it! she grumbled to herself in disgust one night. I've been here for a month, I haven't found a job yet and I've only got one hundred dollars left. Might as well go out on the town and get stinking drunk! Then I'll catch a bus for New England tomorrow afternoon.
Helen went through the small hotel room closet and picked out her nicest looking outfit. "It's my last night here, so god damn it I'm going to have some fun!" she said with a determined look as she straightened her hair in the mirror. Her young face beamed prettily, hiding the disappointments of the last month.
She left her hotel and crossed the street to catch a cab uptown. "To the Hi Hat club please," she said to the driver as she pulled the door shut.
"O.K. girlie!" he barked, slamming his foot on the gas pedal and swinging the cab into traffic.
Helen had heard that the Hi Hat club really rocked. It was supposed to be loaded with young people looking for action, and that's just what Helen wanted, action!
The cabby dropped her off out front. She quickly strode through the front door of the club, exchanging smiles with the towering black doorman. He gave her an admiring glance as she passed, his eyes trained on the curves of her body.
She entered the main lounge, her eyes lighting up as she noticed the abundance of handsome young men in the room. Then, finding a seat at the bar, she sat down and ordered a bloody mary.
Gazing around the room as she sipped at her drink, she noticed a good looking young Italian watching her as he leaned against the wall. He smiled warmly and drained his hi-ball, placing it on the table and getting up to walk toward her.
Helen's stomach tightened with excitement as she realized he was coming her way. Her eyes ran the length of his macho physique, a glow of passion coming to her cheeks.
The man sat down next to her and introduced himself. "Hi! My name's Joey. What's yours?"
"I'm Helen," she replied, nervously stirring her drink with the thin plastic bar straw.
"I've never seen you here before," he said, looking deep into her soft eyes. "Would you like another drink?"
"Sure!" Helen said. "That's what I came here for. To get stinking drunk."
"Why's that?" he asked with a puzzled look.
Helen told him about the trouble she had been having since her arrival in New York. He listened attentively while ordering them another round of drinks.
"Just put them on my tab Freddy," he said, as the bartender arrived with two drinks. Then he turned back to Helen, taking her hand in his ... "So you're low on dough? Well that shouldn't be hard to fix. There's plenty of chances for a good looking young girl to get ahead in this city. As a matter-of-fact, I might be able to use you at the new club I'm going to be opening soon."
"Really!" Helen squeaked, an excited smile coming to her lips. "What kind of job would it be?"
"We can talk about that later. Right now let's celebrate your staying in New York."
The whole thing sounded too good to be true, but if it meant she'd be staying in the city, anything was worth a try. She looked warmly into Joey's face as they raised their glasses and toasted her good fortune.
A couple of drinks later, they had really warmed up to one another. The silk of Helen's thigh pressed against his knee as they continued to laugh and drink. She could feel the moistness growing in her panties as his hand brushed her upper leg.
"Would you like to come home with me?' he asked, letting his hand rest on her inner thigh.
She was ready for it. It had been about a month since she had last been laid. Her pussy began to quiver with anticipation. "Sure," she said dropping her hand to his bulging crotch.
Joey got up from the bar stool and put his hands in his pockets to hide his surging hard-on from the rest of the room. Then offering Helen his arm he said, "Shall we go?'
He tossed a tip on the bar and escorted Helen from the club. He signaled a cab, holding the door for her as she climbed inside. His eyes widened a bit, catching a glimpse of her white cotton panties as her butt slid across the seat.
A short time later, they arrived at the front door of Joey's apartment. After sliding the key into the lock, he pulled her close and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue playing along her teeth. Their bodies met, pressed firmly together by his passionate embrace. Then he drew away from her, his hand running to the small of her back as he ushered her inside.
Helen entered his apartment, standing in the dark as she waited for him to get the lights. Her pussy tingled at the thought of his long stiff penis. She was getting hornier by the minute.
Soft light flooded the elegant apartment as Joey turned the dimmer switch on low. "How do you like it?' he asked, noticing her surprised look as she stared at the plush room.
"It's lovely," she replied, strolling toward him.
He took her in his arms and kissed long and hard. Her supple figure clung tightly to him as his hands stroked her lower back and ass. He lodged one of his legs between her thighs, his hands driving her hips onto it.
Helen's loins began to drip as her clit ground against the muscle of his leg. "I'm so horny," she purred, continuing to rock on him, her tongue darting in his ear.
Joey pulled away and lead her into bedroom. Turning a light on, he eased her onto the bed. Then sitting down beside her, he let his hand caress her flat belly as he kissed her neck.
Helen's chest heaved with passion as she felt his warm hands surround the soft swell of her breasts. She could feel her nipples getting hard inside the cups of her lacy bra. Warm sex currents tightened her stomach as they traveled toward the juncture of her thighs.
Joey continued to stroke her tit with one hand, letting the other drop to the hem of her shift. He hiked up her dress as his hand smoothed the length of her fleshy thighs.
Helen parted her legs, allowing him easy access to the drenched surface of her panties. Her hips started to undulate as she felt his fingers reach the opening of her cotton covered slot. "Let's take our clothes off," she whispered, trying to push him away.
They got up from the bed and started to strip. Joey's eyes watched her hotly as she stepped out of the light cotton print dress. He quickly removed his own clothes and returned to the bed to watch her.
Helen stood before him, her hips swaying softly as she reached back to undo the clasps of her bra. Then she pushed it off her arms, letting it fall to the floor as her tits danced before his dreamy gaze. Her body trembled at the sight of Joey's naked shaft. She stepped out of her panties and returned to the bed.
Their bodies intertwined, invisible sparks shooting between them. Her rock hard nipples probed the hairs of his chest as Joey hugged her tight, pushing his tongue into her soft wet mouth. His hands traced her spine making her torso arch against him in excitement. Then he grabbed the swelling cheeks of her ass, rolling onto his back as she swung on top of him.
A light moan came from Helen's parted lips as her pussy came in contact with his throbbing phallus. She rocked back and forth on him, sending waves of pleasure to her heated brain. She drew her flowing hair behind her head, raising her arms as her tits bounced wildly above him. Her hips kept circling his waist, the hot bud of her cunt sliding the length of his swollen cock. "Oooooooooooh," she panted, raising dripping pussy over his shaft. "Put it in me!"
Joey guided the tip of his rod between her pulsing hairy lips. Then pulled on her ass, driving her onto his meaty member. He bucked in and out of her, savoring the feel of her juicing slot.
Helen rode him faster and faster, the heat of his poker driving her crazy with lust. She tightened her cunt muscles, sucking the burning shaft deep into her belly. "Oh Joey!" she grunted. "Fuck me harder!"
Joey started thrusting with all his might, the tightness of her pussy pulling deliciously on his cock. His balls contracted as he neared orgasm. He pounded into her, spraying warm white come on the walls of her cunt as his body twisted through blinding spasms.
Helen milked him, bucking frantically on his rod, shivering flashbulbs of orgasm popping behind her eyes. Her ass slapping wildly at his hips as she gurgled incoherently.
They lay together quietly for a moment breathing heavily, their body heat mingling as it fumed around them forming a clammy aura. Helen nipped tenderly at his throat, his freshly shaved whiskers prickling at her lips.
"You're incredible," he murmured, stroking the smooth skin of her back. His hand moved to her ass and kneaded its swelling softness. She responded, putting her hand between his legs and coaxingly pulling at his pecker. It started to stiffen, blood pulsing to his purple tip. She kissed her way down his stomach as he rolled onto his back.
Helen parted his strong legs, kneeling between them, her head dangling over his cock. She took it in her hand and licked the drops of come from it, tasting the salt on her tongue. His penis grew hard like iron as her wet mouth surrounded it. The pulsing tip rammed at the roof of her mouth while she sucked it greedily.
Joey flexed his thighs, driving his cock deep into her throat. She gagged as she took it all the way in. He pumped faster at her face, grinding his pubic bone against her lips. His tempo quickened, the muscles rippling on his stomach.
Her hand squeezed his hairy balls. She felt them tighten as they pulsed their steaming hot fluid into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, loving its slippery feel on her tongue and throat. As he began to soften, she slid from his loins and lay down beside him on her back.
Joey rolled on his side to face her and ran a finger across the swirl of her navel. The dreamy spent expression cleared from his face as he licked one of her stiffening nipples. He propped himself up on one elbow and sucked her tit into his mouth.
Helen's hand reached behind his head, pulling him down on her breast. A soft sigh rose from her gut as his mouth surged against her. Her hands raced through the curls at the back of his neck.
He rubbed his wet prick against her side as his leg slid between her thighs. His teeth teased at her swollen nipple. He could feel her cunt's slipperin sauce spilling onto his thigh as she ground against him. Then he moved down to her navel, his tongue running light circles around it as his hands pushed her legs far apart.
Helen's eyes rolled back in their sockets, the feel of his tongue making her squirm as it approached her eager pussy. "Eat me Joey!" she wailed, pushing his face onto her snatch. She swung her legs around his head and convulsed as he lapped her clit with quickening strokes. She humped faster, her legs gripping harder as her ass bounced on the mattress. "Oh yeah baby!" she mumbled, her breath catching in her throat as she neared the coming point. She raked at his head, a cry shooting from her lips as she shook violently through an orgasm. Then she lay still, a smile of satisfaction on her lips.
By this time Joey was ready to fuck again. He moved up between her parted legs and whipped at her pussy with his hard-on. Then he entered her full force, the weight of his body driving her into the mattress. The palms of her hands pressed on the small of his back as the frequency of his thrusts increased.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Helen's hands shifted to his rollicking ass as she hissed in his ear, "You fuck like a race horse, baby!" His cock felt like it was going one-hundred miles per hour. She rocked her hips to meet each pounding blast.
Joey kept the pressure on, his cock threatening to blow its wad. He held back the feeling, wanting to last as long as possible. He looked down at Helen's face. Her eyes were closed, lips puffy as her head swung from side to side. He couldn't hold back any longer. He pumped with every ounce of strength, his hot spunk gushing from the lips of her cunt as it ran into the crack of her ass.
Helen came at the same time. She dug her fingernails hard into his shaking butt as she froze solid in a spasm. Her red lips parted as she moaned up at him, "Oh baby, yes!"
They slumped into each other's arms, breathless from the vigor of their screwing. They drifted slowly to sleep, smug in their warm embrace, not waking until morning.
Around ten-thirty the next day, Helen woke up alone in Joey's bed. For a second, she wasn't quite sure where she was. Then the memory of his stiff prick brought her back to reality. She scratched her pussy for a moment, feeling the crusty left-overs from the love session of the night before.
Not knowing where Joey had gone, she decided to take a shower. She crawled out of bed naked and pranced to the bathroom with healthy exuberance. Turning on the shower, she made sure it was piping hot before stepping inside. The water felt great, soaking the sleep from her body as it filled the room with steam. Helen took the mobile shower head, from its hanging place and held it over her back, letting the water splash off her ass and legs. Then bringing it in front, she washed her tits and stomach. The water trickled through her auburn pubic hairs onto her clit. Warmth spread through her loins as she moved the shower closer, directing the spray to her love bud. She adjusted the dial on the spray nozzle, producing a single jet stream of water. The results were exhilarating. The stream beat at her clit with such intensity she came almost instantly. Her knees wobbled as her spine arched with tension. She quickly diverted the water toward the floor, unable to take the powerful stimulation.
After she finished showering, Helen borrowed one of Joey's robes and set out to find him. She could smell smoked bacon coming from the end of the hall. Following her nose, she found him in the kitchen.
"How do you like your eggs?" he asked, giving her a wet wake-up kiss.
"How 'bout over easy." Helen set the table for two and sat down to read the paper. Her robe fit loosely showing an ample amount of cleavage.
Joey stood barefoot by the stove, wearing a red pair of boxer shorts, which made him look as if he were about to enter the ring. He finished cooking breakfast and brought it to the table on a tray.
"How elegant," Helen said, smiling warmly at him. "It looks delicious."
It pleased him to watch her eat. He couldn't stop looking at her. The sight of her large tits swaying as she ate, made his cock start to stiffen.
It was Saturday morning, he knew they could have the whole day to fuck, but he wanted to get an early start. His cock continued to grow as he thought about putting it into her. He had never seen a cunt quite so ripe as hers. Last night it had sucked him like a mouth.
His penis was like a steel pole when they got up to clear the dishes away. Helen giggled at the sight of it and hurried to the sink to get rid of the dishes. Joey stood next to her and started washing the frying pan. She dropped to her knees, pulling his prick from the fly of his shorts. He dried his hands on a rag and turned to face her.
Helen's fingers lightly stroked his aching shaft as she licked at his balls. Her hands caressed the backs of his thighs, the softness of her lips brushing his shaft as she worked her way toward its bulging tip. Then she pulled it into her mouth, latching her fingernails onto his ass simultaneously.
Joey stroked her auburn mane, repositioning his legs farther apart for better traction. Her mouth felt great as he pushed further into her throat. He shimmied his hips faster as his thigh muscles tightened. He was reaching the end of his rope. He held the back of her head as he brutally fucked her face. Sharp grunting sounds came from his throat as he sprayed her tonsils with come juice. He kept humping until she had swallowed every drop.
Helen loved the exotic taste of his sperm. It made her belly feel warm inside like hot rum. She savored each drop, sucking his pecker dry.
Joey pulled away from her and went to the refrigerator for some heavy cream. He warmed it on the stove and then poured it in a blender, adding sugar to it as it thickened.
He told Helen to take off her robe and get on the counter. She did as he asked, letting her legs dangle from the edge. Scooping into the whipped cream with his hand, he spread it on her pussy. Once it was covered with an even layer, he told her to lie back and put her feet up.
Taking a handful of grapes from a fruit basket, Joey pushed them into her puckered ass-hole one by one. Then he licked her cunt with the tip of his tongue. Starting at the top of her creamy vee, he slowly worked his way downward. Pussy parfait was his favorite dessert.
After licking most of the cream from her crotch, he reached her clit. He had specifically saved that for last. His lips pulled at the tiny pink bud, drawing it into his mouth.
Helen writhed with pleasure, holding her knees to her chest so as to allow him easy access. The feel of his warm tongue darting over clit was fantastic.
Joey could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. He stopped sucking her clit and moved his mouth to her ass-hole. He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger as his tongue massaged the pink ring of her anus. Her body started throbbing through a come fit as he sucked the grapes from her rectum one by one.
Helen's mind blurred with the wild new sensation. The feel of the grapes being pulled from her butt as she came, drove her passion to soaring heights. "God!" she babbled. "I'm a human dessert!"
Joey sucked the last of the grapes into his mouth, waiting until he had retrieved them all before chewing them up. The sweet juice filling his mouth as they popped between his teeth. "Mmmmmmmmmmm! delicious!" he said, giving Helen a broad grin.
"I've never felt anything like that before!" she gasped.
"It's a treat I save for my special friends."
Joey helped her back into his robe and returned to the kitchen table. "Come sit down, Helen, I want to tell you about my new club."
She sat down across from him and accepted a cigarette. She tapped it lightly on her thumb-nail before letting him light it. "What do you have in mind?'
"I'm going to be opening a place down town next week. It's a private club that people will be able to rent by the night. We're going to offer them anything they want, if you know what I mean."
"No, what do you mean?"
"What I'm saying is this. It's going to be a sex club."
"Really!" Helen said, with a look of excitement crossing her face.
"Yeah! It's going to be great. I've already hired a couple of girls and there's room for you too if you want the job."
"If the pay is right, you got yourself a deal!"
"How about it you start at one hundred a night?"
"like I said, you got yourself a deal."
They shook on it and Helen leaned across the table giving him a wet kiss, her tongue darting between his lips. This was a lucky break for her; now she could stay in the city. She had dreaded the thought of returning to New England. Life was even deader there than the mid-west. She could picture herself drying up like an old maid on those silent Northern winter nights, nothing but a fireplace to keep her warm. New England boys certainly didn't know how to please a woman like this Italian stallion.
Joey poured them some coffee and they sat smoking cigarettes, laughing together as they made plans for his new club. The warm summer sun beamed through the kitchen windows making them feel good all over.
Around noon Joey got up from the table and headed for the shower. Helen waited a couple of minutes, then went to the bedroom. She dropped her robe at the foot of the bed and laid down to wait for him.
She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs far apart as her fingers caressed the silk between her thighs. Her eyes closed as the tip of her index finger rested on her clit. She could feel the blood pulsing to her crotch as the tiny love bud stiffened. The sound of running water came from behind the bathroom door as Joey showered.
She increased the speed of her strokes, electric shocks racing through her spine. Her head rolled on the pillow as the ecstasy of orgasm approached. Beads of moisture spilled from her snatch, the tip of her finger hammering away at her clit. Jolts of lust tightened her thighs, her butt beginning to dance on the bed. A "slight whimper came from her lips as the orgasm ripped through her body.
When she opened her eyes, he was standing over her, his hand racing the length of his pounding hard-on. She watched intently as his hips started to shake. Pearly white streams of jissom shot from his penis onto the bed as his body convulsed with spasms.
She had never seen a man beat off before. The sight of it got her hot as hell. She moved to the side of the bed, making room for him to lie down.
Joey sank down beside her and swept her into his embrace, the fading stiffness of his member pressing warmly against her stomach. "Watching you bring yourself off like that really turned me on," he whispered kissing her ear.
"Would you like to see me do it again?" she asked, sliding sideways on the bed, bringing her pussy a foot or so from his face. "I'll do it right this time."
Joey watched as Helen licked two of her fingers, coating them with a slippery layer of saliva. She arched her back, lifting her buttocks off the bed. Then with a cork-screw motion she wormed the wet fingers into her anus. She grunted as her quivering buns sank on to them. With her other hand, she started pulling at the pinkness of her pussy lips. She rocked her ass faster as she played with her clit. "Oooooooo," she started groaning, the squirming fingers in her ass sending hot flashes through her body.
His cock stiffened as the horny fox put on a show for him. He'd never met a girl that was this hot for sex. She was something else! he thought to himself, his hand tracing the outline of his cock. This girl didn't need a man, she knew how to fuck herself!
Helen bucked on her fingers, the delicious chills tearing at her guts. She probed her clitoris faster, the muscles on her stomach tensing as she felt herself starting to come.
Joey positioned himself between her outstretched legs and started working his poker into her drooling cunt. He rammed it to the hilt, driving her ass-hole onto the rigid shaft of her fingers. He slid out and reamed her again, the feel of her tight pussy making his cock pulse like a jack-hammer.
Helen flailed like a maniac beneath him. Her fingers pulled hard at her clit as her torso wrenched with orgasmic tremors. "Fuck me!" she screamed overwhelmed by the power of her come fit.
Joey pumped with quickening intensity, his member threatening to explode. He buried his face in her neck, hot breath rushing from his nose and mouth as he ejaculated fiercely into her grabbing pussy.
He rolled off her and lit up a cigarette, offering it to her. Then he lit one for himself, letting the smoke spiral from his nose as he tossed the match into the ash-tray. "Baby! I never met a girl like you before. I think we're going to be great friends."
Helen smiled, blowing cigarette smoke toward the ceiling. "You're the first real man I've met in New York City. Maybe the first I've met in my whole life." She slid next to him, putting her head on his chest. Taking another drag from her cigarette, she let the smoke play across his belly. It settled on the hairs of his stomach and groin like mist in a thick forest.
They lay quietly together and finished their cigarettes, savoring the strength of the heavy smoke. Joey put the ash-tray back on the table and let his hand rest on Helen's hip. Her skin felt soft and pliable beneath his fingers. He could feel the blood returning to his pecker as he stroked her.
She rolled on her back, bringing his hand to her love nest. Her thighs clenched on his fingers as her pelvis began to sway. She moved down on the bed, pushing her clit against his hand. The tiny pink bud pulsed as it ground against his fingers.
Joey traced her slot with his middle and ring fingers, the rich mixture of come and cunt juice making them slippery. He pushed them deep into her pussy, swinging his head onto her tit. His lips brushed the hard point of her nipple as he pushed at it with his tongue.
Helen pulled hard on his head, smashing his face onto her fleshy globe. Her hips wriggled on his fingers, the friction inside driving her to hump faster. "Finger fuck me!" she let out, her legs shaking with passion. "Make me come!"
By now, Joey's shaft was ready for action. He took his fingers from her cunt and got between her legs. He slid his dick into her gaping snatch and started working it in and out of her.
Helen responded by wrapping her legs around his ass. She forced the length of his shaft into her as far as it could go. Her cunt felt like a bottomless hungry mouth. She raked at his back with her fingernails as convulsions ripped through her groin. Her ass trembled on the bed as she silently slipped into an orgasmic coma.
Joey bit at her tightly pursed lips as he fucked faster. His prick slammed in and out of her like a piston going full throttle. His body pressed heavily on her as he shot his load deep inside. His balls pumped hot sperm into her until they ran dry. He collapsed onto her, then rolled on his side.
They kissed lightly, fondling each other as they drifted to sleep. Sex dreams pulsing through their brains as they inhaled one another's breath.
They fucked their way through the night and the following day. Making each other come hour after hour. Helen was thrilled by the sexy Italian and felt good about having found a job. Now she could afford to stay in the city. Her dream was coming true.
CHAPTER FIVE
Since they first met in Joey's office, Helen and Janie had become instant friends. They had something in common, they both needed sex all the time. Some people might have called them nymphomaniacs, but what the fuck did they care. They were doing what came natural, and that's what counted.
Within a month's time, they had formed a sort of partnership. They began working as a pair at the club and took turns fucking Joey on the side. A sisterly bond had formed between them. Janie moved into Helen's place so they could spend more time together.
Alone together in the apartment, they spent most of their time in bed. Helen had never had a steady lesbian affair before. It was new and exciting, she couldn't get enough of it. Every inch of Janie's full figure was a turn on ...
Helen got up from bed and put a video porn movie in the machine. The screen lit up as a handsome white man appeared, sucking on a big black dick.
Janie chuckled as she watched the spectacle with a shit-eating grin. "Look at the size of that pecker!" she mused, popping grapes in her mouth from a large basket of fruit. Her rich naked body sprawled lazily on the bed like an exotic princess.
Helen finished adjusting the picture and returned to Janie on the bed. Coyly peeling a banana, she held it like a cock and took sucking bites from it as she giggled. The gooey sweet meat of the fruit filled her mouth.
Janie continued to watch the gay video, the fine hairs of her under belly prickling with excitement. She let a hand slip to her crotch as she popped more grapes in her mouth. The hairs of her valley were moist with sex. The tip of her index finger petted her pink clitoris as blood surged to her loins.
Helen watched her while finishing the banana.. She dug the sight of Janie masturbating. It made her pulse race with lust. She moved down the bed, changing her direction for a better view. Her fingers probed at her own groin as she gazed at Janie's bush.
Janie took along ivory colored dildo from the bed table and turned it on. The motor made a quiet humming sound as it played on her clit. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, running the length of it over her pulsing clit. Her hips jiggled in tiny tremors. Then parting the lips of her cunt with her fingers, she slid the vibrator deep inside. "Oooooh!" she let out, moving the joy tool faster with a quick wrist motion.
Helen got the other vibrator and pushed Janie on her side. She licked the ivory shaft for lubrication, then stoked it against Janie's ass-hole. With an easy cork-screw motion, she slowly worked the dildo past the puckering pinkness of her anus.
Janie squirmed with pleasure as she pushed harder on the tool in her cunt. The sensation of a double fuck ripped through her torso. She bucked her ass faster, the numbing vibrations driving her wild.
Helen picked up the tempo as she reamed her ass-hole harder. With her free hand she cupped Janie's tit and squeezed with a milking action. "Come baby!" she coaxed. "Come for me!"
Janie shivered as she ground her buns on the vibrator, fucking herself like mad at the same time. Her back arched as a loud cry came from her mouth. She shook frantically as she succumbed to a ravaging orgasm.
Helen held her tight till the bucking subsided, then she slid the joy tool out of her. She licked the pungent film from it as her fingers returned to her clit. Putting the dildo on the night stand, she rolled her ass in Janie's direction.
Janie took her up on the suggestion, tracing her spine with the tip of hertongue as she moved toward her ass. Her hands gripped the swelling flesh of Helen's buns, the tip of her tongue trailing toward her anus. She reached her pink ring and licked it lightly.
Helen's fingers worked faster at her clit as she felt the tongue on her ass. Her buns lurched backward onto Janie's face, wiggling quickly over her tongue. The feeling was exquisite.
Janie probed her tongue deep into Helen's ass, worming it in and out with slow control as she pawed at her heaving buns. She could feel the tight ring of her anus contracting around her tongue in little spasms.
Helen groped fiercely at her throbbing love button, the wet feel of a rim job driving her toward ecstasy. Her body squeezed at her brain in bone crunching throbs as she came her ass off.
Janie rose from her ass and coiled up next to Helen, putting her arm around her waist. She held her close, blowing softly at the whisps of auburn hair on the back of her neck. "My kitten," she purred, "did you have a nice come?"
"Oh, yes!" Helen replied dreamily, "it was wonderful." She rolled over to face her foxy brunette and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her hand preened Janie's back as it slid toward her ass. "I love to make it with you."
Janie responded, massaging the small of Helen's back as she slid a hand to her ass-cheek kneading it tenderly. The painted tips of her fingers burned fiery red against the pale sweetness of her buns.
Helen pushed her leg between Janie's thighs, feeling the warm musty lips on her skin. She rocked back and forth applying friction to her friend's clit.
Janie's hips started to rotate as she felt her cunt drip. She moved her knee into Helen's snatch and started to grind in fast action. Her nails clutched at the swelling womanly ass as she blew hot kisses into her ear.
Helen's hand stroked Janie's tit, pinching at the stiffening nipple. She rolled it between her thumb and forefinger while her cunt started to grind. Throaty groans parted her lips as she bucked on Janie's thigh.
The women rolled in each other's arms, bumping and grinding to the tune of Make Me Come. Their tongues intertwined as red of their lips melted together. The tempo increased as they pushed near the brink. Their heaving bodies churned like flesh in a blender as roaring waves of orgasm swept through them.
They lay still for a long time, not wanting to lose that dreamy feeling. Floating in sex. Not knowing where one body stopped and the other started. It was pure happiness.
Helen came around and reached for a cigarette. Touching a match to it and drawing deeply, she sunk onto the mattress. The soft relaxing feel of her fading orgasm made her movements flow like slow motion. It was the best high that could be had.
The next morning, Helen awoke at eight-thirty. After washing up and getting dressed, she pulled the drapes shut, darkening the room for her sleeping friend. Janie loved to sleep all day.
Helen blew her a kiss as she left the room, closing the door behind her. She went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. Today she was working at the library. The dress she wore was plain and inconspicuous for just that reason.
As she poured milk on her corn flakes, her thoughts drifted to the young boy she had once made love to at the library. Since that day, she had been waiting for him to return. So far he had not shown up.
Helen finished her breakfast and left the apartment. She went outside and caught a cab to the library. She figured that today would be slow as usual. That would give her time to catch up on some reading.
Once at the library, Helen spent the morning checking out some eastern philosophy which interested her. The room was quiet, just as she expected. It was really a very relaxing atmosphere.
Then it happened ... the young blonde boy returned. He entered the Hitite room, blushing nervously as their eyes met.
"Willy!" she greeted with a warm smile. "Where have you been? I've been hoping you'd come back."
"Hi," he said, trying not to sound nervous. "I've wanted to come see you for a month, but I guess I never got around to it."
"Well, I'm glad you finally did. Ever since you ran out of my house I've been thinking about you. I really had a lot of fun that day, how about you?"
"Lady, I never had so much fun in my whole life."
"Please call me Helen."
"O.K." the boy said, smiling ear to ear.
"What brings you here today Willy? Another school project?"
"No, I came to see you. I skipped school today."
Helen was thrilled by the young suitor. The first thing that entered her mind, was to bring him home to meet Janie. She was sure the three of them could have a wonderful afternoon together. The crotch of her panties got musty just thinking about it.
"Willy, will you meet me at the front door of the library in a half hour?" she asked, taking his hand in hers.
"Sure! I'll be there."
She kissed him lightly on the mouth and ushered him from the room. Helen went to the phone and called the main office upstairs, telling them she wasn't feeling well and she would have to go home for the day.
Once that was taken care of, she straightened the room and left, locking the door behind her. Her hand shook with excitement as she pulled the key from the lock.
Downstairs at the front door, Willy was waiting for her. He leaned against a cement column, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his loose-fitting khaki pants. The collar of his wind breaker turned up against the curls on his neck. He was a vision of young virility. Somehow he seemed to have changed since the first time they had met. He looked a little older this time.
Helen took his hand, leading him to the sidewalk and signaling to a passing cab. The checker pulled over and they hopped in and rushed off to the Hudson Towers.
They entered her apartment very quietly. Helen had told him about Janie and explained that she wanted him to be a surprise. They closed the door behind them and crept toward the bedroom.
The idea of being a sexy surprise made Willy's cock strain against the front of his trousers. He wondered whether Janie would be as pretty as Helen. He thought back to the last time he was in this apartment. He had learned a lot that day.
They stepped lightly into the bedroom, going to the bathroom as planned. They slid out of their clothes and looked at one another. Willy's young pecker was standing like a flag pole. Helen stroked it for a second, not being able to resist. It pulsed with passion in her hand. "Come on, let's go in the other room," she whispered, not wanting to wake her sleeping friend yet.
They left the bathroom, creeping around to the empty side of the bed. Janie lay with her back to them, still sound asleep. Helen carefully lifted the covers motioning for Willy to get underneath. Then she joined him, pushing him close to Janie as she drew the covers to their necks.
Janie rolled over with a start, feeling a strange penis pulsing at her ass. Before she could say anything, Helen cut her off saying, "Good morning, sweetheart, I brought you a little surprise."
Janie giggled gazing at the beauty of the young boy's face. "Oh Helen, you're the greatest!" She sandwiched Willy between them reaching for Helen's ass.
Willy felt the wild warmth of the two ladies surrounding him, it was like a dream. Their hands stroking his smooth skin as he wriggled between them. This is my lucky day, he thought, closing his eyes and laying back in surrender.
Helen and Janie worked the boy over, starting at his tiny nipples, they licked and kissed their way down his chest and belly, working their way toward his hard-on. Janie's hand rested on his balls as their tongues circled the purple knob of his dick. She gave them a squeeze as she licked the length of his shaft.
Willy's butt squirmed on the bed as the hot tongues teased at him. His groin muscles tightened with pleasure, sending shivers up his spine. He knew he couldn't last long under the intense stimulation.
Helen took his cock into her mouth pulling at the tip with her puffy red lips. She slid a hand under his ass, pinching him as she continued to suck.
Janie sucked on his balls, her wet tongue massaging his tightening scrotum. She could feel them start to pump as his hips trembled with orgasm. She sucked harder until he lay still.
Helen swallowed the last drops of his sweet young jissom, bobbing her head on his cock like a milking machine. Its slippery texture felt warm and nice in her throat. Then she pulled away from him, drawing Janie's mouth to her lips. They knelt over the boy and kissed passionately.
Willy watched them wide-eyed. He had never seen two women making out before. It was a thrilling sight. Their swelling breasts rubbing together as they rammed their tongues into each other's mouth. His cock was getting harder by the second. He could hardly wait to get a chance to fuck them. He remembered how good it felt when he had done it to Helen alone.
The women saw that he was ready for more action. Helen told Janie she could have him first. She wanted to see her friend get off on the feel of his stiff young rod. She moved to the edge of the bed and started stroking her clit as she watched.
Janie straddled the boy's slight waist, rubbing her cunt on his cock. She didn't need any lubrication, her pussy was dripping with anticipation. Holding his pole upright she plunged onto it, a thrill of passion churning at her guts. She started stroking the length of his shaft with her juicing cunt lips, rocking faster with each stride.
Willy lay beneath her, his buns twitching quickly. The feel of a fuck was even better than he had remembered. He cupped her tits in his soft warm hands, feeling the nipples stiffen to his touch. He squeezed them harder as his hips started to meet her thrusts.
Helen watched her friend ride the boy, her finger buzzing frantically at her sex-drenched clitoris. She wanted to come along with them. Her eyelids hung heavy with enjoyment as she felt her orgasm approaching.
The fucking pair humped faster and faster, their crotches slamming together in a piston action. Willy couldn't hold on any longer, his hands dug savagely at her tits as he whaled through a come fit, his hot sperm pumping deep into her waiting snatch.
The warm spray inside her drove Janie over the edge. She crooned like a wild bitch as her body shook from head to toe. The lips of her pussy smashed down on his cock until she had finished coming. Then rolling off him, she put her head on his chest.
Helen slid over to them, kissing Willy softly on the mouth. Her tongue darted past his lips, playing along t he insides of his cheeks. She could feel Janie's hands parting her legs as they moved toward her moist cunt. Kissing Willy harder, she swung her pussy onto Janie's fingers, rubbing the glistening slit against them.
Janie grabbed Helen's clit, rubbing it between her finger tips. She put her head between Helen's legs, rubbing her cheek against the softness of her thigh. Reaching out with her tongue, she caressed the swelling pink lips before her. The taste of their juice was delightful.
Helen moved down the boy's chest, nipping her way to his stiffening member. The feel of Janie's tongue dancing on her cunt made it drip with pleasure, but she wanted to fuck. Her eyes were glued to Willy's pecker. She pulled away from Janie's tongue and swung her leg over the boy's waist. Her clit slammed against his rod, sending zesty blasts through her torso.
Willy rotated his hips, increasing the friction as his young cock searched for the opening of her cunt. He was dying to get inside of her.
She gave him a little help, holding onto his rod and pressed her pussy lips against it. Then she jammed her hips downward, drawing him all the way in. She could feel the head of his cock pulsing against her cervix as she rolled over, bringing him on top of her. "Fuck me as hard as you can, Willy!" she hissed, drawing his face to her cheek.
Willy caught on fast, moving in and out with increasing strength and speed. The faster he went the better it felt. He could feel his balls slapping at the flesh of her ass. They threatened to explode any minute. He tried to think about something else, attempting to last as long as possible.
Helen's fingers kneaded his flexing buns. She slipped a probing finger to his ass-hole. "Fuck faster!" she panted, worming it into his rectum with one quick motion. She bucked her hips at him, her cunt milking at his penis.
Willy couldn't hold back any longer, his ass-hole shrunk in tight spasms around her finger as he pumped his load into her tunnel. His face flushed red, waves of orgasm pounding him onto her.
Helen's cunt greedily sucked the sperm from him. The slippery sauce spilling from her lips as she got ready to come. Her thighs grew rigid as her groin churned on his member. The tastey pangs of fulfillment shooting to her brain as she grunted in his ear.
She smothered him in her embrace, squeezing him tightly before she turned him loose. He got off her, flopping onto his back with a spent look on his face. The intensity of the two women had simply worn him out. His body felt weak and rubbery, like all the bones had gone soft.
Janie wasn't finished yet. She climbed onto Helen in the sixty-nine position, pushing her clit against her friend's waiting lips. She could feel her little button starting to drool. Then she buried her face in the auburn snatch beneath her, its musty aroma filling her nostrils.
Helen reached up, cupping the cheeks of Janie's ass in her hands. They were smooth and soft like baby flesh. She pulled the globes toward her, pressing her tongue into the pink slit of Janie's cunt. It tasted warm and salty as it quivered above her licks.
Janie sucked on Helen's clit, feeling it pulse with stiffness between her lips. She ground her cunt on her friend's mouth as lusty tremors raced through her torso. Slipping her hands under Helen's ass, she lapped her bud with increasing speed.
Helen squirmed like a snake, the rush of her orgasm taking control of her body. She humped Janie's face, grunting like a bitch in heat. Her fingertips dug into the silky flesh of her lover's buns, stroking her clit with quick tongue play.
Janie's guts churned as she whaled through a come fit. The nails digging at her ass sent icey shivers up her spine. "Ooooooh, suck me!" she panted, quaking as if she were possessed.
They slumped together, remaining in the sixty-nine position. Their warm breath heaving softly between one another's thighs.
They got up and returned to Willy, surrounding him in the sticky heat of their embrace. He lay quietly between them, the mushy feel in his bones making it hard to move.
"It looks like our friend is washed out," Helen said to Janie with a smile. "Let's put him in the tub."
The women got up from the bed, leading Willy to the bathroom. Janie ran the bath, testing the water as if flowed over the white marble. Steam wafted into the air as they waited for it to fill up.
After a few minutes there was enough water for the three of them. They let Willy get in first, then climbed in after him, sitting down in the spacious tub.
Helen soaked a wash cloth and ran it over Willy's back. The water trickled down his spine, bringing strength to his tired muscles. He rolled his head around, basking in the luxurious feel of the bath water.
Janie soaped him up, massaging his chest as she worked up a lather. Her hands went underwater, resting in the juncture of his thighs. She could feel his prick starting to stiffen as she stroked it. "You wanna come one more time?" she asked, pulling at his hard-on.
"O.K." he sighed, giving in to her probing fingers. He reached for her tits, caressing their firm silk with his palms. The nipples tightened as he pressed them harder.
The women closed in on him, getting him hornier by the second. Helen was behind him, her hands kneading the small of his back and hips. Janie stroked his cock faster, creating a whirlpool between his legs.
Willy closed his eyes, enveloped in the heat of their flesh and the water. His butt danced on the marble of the tub as he squeezed Janie's tits harder. Tight ripples of pleasure surged through his thighs. His balls contracted as they got ready to shoot.
Janie pumped her hand faster, watching his sperm float to the surface as he shot his load ...
After lounging in the bath for another half-hour, they got out and went to the bedroom to dress. Helen put on a full length terry cloth robe as she watched Willy's reflection in the mirror. His creamy buns disappeared under his khakis. He drew them tight at the waist with a thin leather belt.
Janie sat on the bed rolling a woolen pair of knee-socks up her shins. As she got up and slipped into a quilted housecoat, she turned to Willy. "Would you like something to eat?"
"No thank you," he said, "I've got to go home for dinner now anyway."
The women led him to the front door, kissing him in turn as they said good-bye. He opened the door and slipped out into the hallway, heading for the elevator. They closed the door behind him and headed for the kitchen to make dinner.
They spent a quiet night at home together. It had been an exhausting, but enjoyable day. Willy's young sex had been a drain on them, too. They decided to spend the night in bed watching porno movies. As the hours passed, they dozed in each other's arms, drifting into separate sex dreams ...
CHAPTER SIX
Weeks passed, Helen continued to let Janie stay at her place. She was happy about the new love she had found. The feel of Janie's full young body turned her on night after night. They worked at Joey's together three nights a week and made a lot of money, not to mention the sex kicks they got from working the shows as a pair.
Helen returned home from the library a little late one night. She quickly changed her clothes and got ready to go downtown. They had a job tonight at Joey's. It was supposed to be a group of hardware executives from the midwest.
Since Janie wasn't in the apartment, Helen figured she must have already gone downtown. She finished dressing and went downstairs to get a cab. The show wasn't scheduled to start for another forty-five minutes. She had just enough time to get there and change into a strip outfit, figuring she'd meet Janie in the function room.
Once inside her dressing room, she moved with speed. Picking out a tight zip-off cowboy suit from the costume selection, she climbed into it, as she checked herself in the mirror. The outfit came with a holster and two six-shooters, which she slung low on the smooth swells of her hips.
She checked the clock to see if she had time for a cigarette. Crossing the room to the make-up table, she sat down and lit up a Camel straight. The strong smoke felt good as she drew it deep into her lungs. She adjusted her hair, making sure it looked just right. Her stomach quivered slightly as she thought about the room full of men that she and Janie would be taking care of. She drew hard on the cigarette, psyching herself up for a night of wild sex. The smoke cooled the butterflies in her stomach. She was ready for action.
Helen left her dressing room and headed down the hallway toward the hardware executives. She entered the function room, greeted by a blast of loud cheers. There were about twenty middle-aged men clustered around the bar and mingling between the seats. But where the fuck was Janie?
Helen looked around, but didn't see her anywhere. The shouting men made it clear they were tired of waiting, they wanted a show. She got up on the stage, figuring she'd get the ball rolling while waiting for Janie to show up. She gave the boys a broad smile, drawing their attention from the bar. What a bunch of hillbillies she giggled to herself as she looked into their faces.
"Come on honey!" a big man with a crew-cut yelled. "Give us a fuck'in show!"
She pulled out her six-shooters and fired a few rounds of blanks into the audience. The men roared with laughter, some of them drunkenly pretending to have been hit and hamming their way through death scenes. Helen blew on the end of the pistols and put them back in the holsters.
Not knowing where the fuck Janie had gone to, she couldn't stall any longer. These boys wanted a piece of ass. It looked like she'd have to go it alone.
She undid the tight leather chaps from her waist and slid them off, leaving her in a buck-skin bikini top and g-string with the six-shooters hanging from her hips. The boys went crazy, hollering for more as she started to dance with the piped-in disco music.
She turned her back to the crowd, bending over to give them a look at her ass. Her hands undid the clasp at the front of her fringed bra. Then she pulled it off her shoulders while turning around to face them. Her tits jutted proudly at the hicks, the nipples getting hard like pencil erasers.
The boys egged her on, yelling louder by the minute. "Come on, baby! Let's see that big, beautiful pussy!" They had started moving closer to the stage, forming a semi-circle around her. "What a set of jugs!" someone yelled.
Helen gyrated in front of them, her hands cupping her tits and flattening them against her chest. She arched her back, wriggling her butt with excitement.
Her hands moved from her tits, sliding down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs. She s hook her shoulders from side to side, letting her meaty breasts swing freely.
The men were getting horny as hell. The sight of Helen's robust figure made their cocks stiffen. They surged closer to the stage, threatening to get out of control.
Helen undid her g-string, letting it fall to the floor. She kept her hands over her cunt, not wanting to give anything away too fast. Keeping them waiting, was the key to driving a crowd nuts. She fingered her clit, while hiding it from their view. The moistness of her slot dribbled onto her hands as she continued to dance.
She drew her hands away from her pussy, putting them on her hips and posing for the boys with her legs far apart. They shouted louder, gawking up at her exposed cunt. She swung her pelvis in wide circles, letting everyone get a good look. Then she got the fur rug from the back of the stage and rolled it out in front of them. She knelt down on it, her hands returning to her juicing love nest.
Delicious waves of lust rose from her loins as she stroked her clit for them. She always liked to make herself come once before letting the crowd into the act. Her fingers probed faster as she closed her eyes. She could tell by the yelling that the boys were having a good time. Her eyes remained shut as she worked herself toward an orgasm. Spasm-like twists ripped through her pelvis as she got closer. She could feel her nipples pointing like spearheads into the men as the come fit rumbled through her torso.
Helen opened her eyes and saw twenty drooling men staring at her crotch. She reached out to them, catching a man by the hand and pulling him onto the stage. The rest of the room howled with laughter as they shouted taunting remarks at their friend.
She stood in front of the man, dancing as she looked him over. He was in his early forties and had a strong, handsome build. His helpless look of embarrassment made him look younger than his years. Naked except for the six-shooters, she drew close to him, mussing his hair as she parted his lips with a kiss. Her hand ran down his back, resting on the meat of his ass. Dropping to her knees, she squeezed the butt through the thin material of his suit. His big penis bulged at the front of his pants.
Helen undid his fly, letting his hard-on spring into view. She took the shaft in her hand while licking her lips hungrily. Moving close to him, she ran her tongue around his pulsing purple knob. The man's hips trembled slightly as she took him into her mouth and started to suck. Reaching inside his fly, she cupped his balls with a pulsing action.
The room was getting hotter as the excitement grew. The boys knew they were all going to get a piece of ass. They had prayed for two girls, but this one would do. They yelled louder, telling their friend to hurry the fuck up! Everyone wanted to be next.
Helen could feel the man's balls contracting as he got ready to shoot. She sucked faster, taking his cock into her throat. His ass pumped fiercely as hot sperm gushed from his prick. She could feel the slippery salt spraying her tonsils, while she sucked him dry.
She got up from her knees and turned toward the crowd, grinning from ear to ear as she savored the tasty come in her mouth. Undoing her holster and sliding it across the floor out of the way, she invited everyone onto the stage. Moving a fur to the center and lying down, she spread her legs invitingly.
The boys moved in fast on her, pushing each other out of the way as they fought for better position. Their greedy hands grabbed at her tits and inner thighs.
Helen felt very alone as the groping hands worked her over. She wished Janie hadn't fucked her up like this. At any rate, it was too late to complain. She'd have to ride it out and settle her score with Janie later.
She spread her legs wider, allowing two hillbillies to lick her snatch. Their hard tongue motions felt good on her clit. She could feel hands all over. Her tits and thighs were surrounded by the husky callousness of midwestern palms and fingers. She closed her eyes tightly, not liking to be too clear on the details of the action. A warm pair of lips covered her mouth as a tongue pushed inside. She met it with her own, letting it dart into the man's mouth.
Some of the men lined up for a chance to eat her, their hands in their pockets, pulling themselves off on the sly. As a pair of them got up from between her legs, another man took advantage of the opportunity, pulling out his prick while getting on top of her. The others protested, but he ignored them. His prick slid easily into her drenched slot. Once inside, he started pumping fast right away, wanting to come quickly so his friends wouldn't get impatient.
Helen rocked her hips, milking the thumping hard-on inside her. She felt the warm spray of his juice as he ejaculated soon after entering. Her eyes remained shut while another man mounted her. His cock felt enormous as it stretched into her. The man at her face stopped kissing her and replaced his mouth with his rock-hard shaft. She took it into her mouth, feeling its pulsing tip on her tongue.
The rest of the men continued to grope at her chest and ass as she fucked and blew their friends. The man at her head lay across her face as if he were doing push-ups. His meaty member reamed her mouth with increasing speed. He jammed his cock in her throat, hot spurts of come blasting in a warm spray.
Helen swallowed his come, feeling the man between her legs fuck faster as his pony-sized pecker exploded. It seemed like quarts of hot juice were streaming from her pussy. She fucked him for everything he had, rolling onto her stomach after he got off.
Getting up onto her hands and knees, she instructed them to form two lines. They lined up at her face and pussy and continued to take turns with her.
Helen took them on two at a time, letting some of the boys fuck her doggie style while she gave blow-jobs to the rest. She kept it up until they had all been taken care of.
Sperm dribbled from her lips as she finished off the last man at her face, but another guy was still pumping her cunt. Her inner walls were sore from too much dick. She sighed with relief as she felt him shooting his spunk into her. Thank fuck'n God he's the last one she thought, wriggling away from him.
She got up and collected her cowboy suit, holding it to her chest as she blew them all a kiss. Then turning tail, she left through the stage door nearby. The kiss was just part of the act, it made it easier to get away from them.
Once inside her dressing room, she slammed the door with a loud bang. That fuck'n bitch Janie, she smoldered inwardly. Leaving me to fend for myself with twenty hardware hillbillies!
Helen threw the cowboy suit into the corner and sat down at the make-up table. Reaching for a pack of cigarettes, she took one out and lit it up. Anger pulsed at her temples as she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't need this shit anymore!
Somehow the thrill of taking them on alone was gone. There were always too many hard-asses to deal with.
Putting the cigarette in the ashtray, she got up to dress. She had decided to complain to Joey; that bitch had fucked her up! It would have been better if she could have found Janie, but she had no idea where she was. Anyway, Janie didn't seem to care what happened, so it didn't matter to her either!
After getting dressed, she stormed down the hallway to Joey's office. She knocked, but didn't wait for him to answer. She opened the door and strode in, took one look and stopped dead ...
There was Janie! Lying on Joey's desktop as he stood fucking her. "Fuck you!" Helen screamed at her as she turned and ran from the room, slamming the door behind her.
After getting home and cooling off in the bath, she sat brooding on the bed. She had already put Janie's luggage in the hall outside the bedroom and locked herself inside. About an hour passed before she heard the front door open. She sat quietly, waiting for Janie to find the luggage. Hearing the bedroom doorknob being tried, she remained quiet, waiting for Janie to pick up her things and get out.
That bitch not only fucked me up, she thought to herself, but she had the balls to be horning in on my favorite man at the same time! For a second her thoughts had confused her. She had never been possessive about Joey before. But this was different!
It had been done as if nobody even cared about her.
The phone rang. It was Joey calling to apologize. She listened to him silently, not wanting to say a word. He told her that he had a big bonus for her and hoped she wasn't too mad.
"I'll be by sometime tomorrow for the money," she replied coldly and hung up the phone. Tears of jealousy ran down her cheeks as she slumped onto the bed. Maybe she'd never been possessive because she never thought she had to be! Now things had changed ...
The following day Helen went downtown to Joey's. As she entered his office, she was still confused about her feelings. It wasn't really that she was mad at him; Janie had pissed her off. She felt as though she had been taken advantage of.
Joey smiled at her from across his desk as he offered her a seat. "I'm sorry about last night, baby. I guess you really got the raw end of the deal." He reached into a drawer and took out a wad of bills. "I hope this will make it up to you."
Helen took the money and counted it, licking her thumb as she ruffled through the cash. It added up to five-hundred and twenty-five dollars. That made her feel a little better. She looked at Joey, smiling as she asked him if he wanted to go out for lunch.
"It sounds good to me," he replied, getting into his suit coat and coming around from behind the desk. "Let's go to the place across the street." He took her hand and lead them out of the office.
Once inside the Italian cafe, they took a seat by the window. The atmosphere was a little hectic, waiters running back and forth in an attempt to deal with the lunchtime rush. The smell of spicy southern Italian cuisine filled the air.
They ordered cocktails and pasta, Helen's cheerfulness putting Joey at ease. After the drinks arrived, he decided to let her know what was on his mind. "Helen, I'm afraid there might be a small problem tonight."
"like what?" she asked, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. .
"Well, you and Janie were supposed to work together tonight with a group of insurance agents that are in town. They're paying top dollar and I don't have any other girls available."
Helen rolled the tip of her cigarette in the ashtray as she thought it over. This could be her chance to get even, she fumed inwardly. "OK, Joey," she said, trying not to show what was on her mind. "I'll work with her one last time, but don't get any ideas! She's a two bit cunt as far as I'm concerned."
"All right, I don't blame you for feeling that way. Just do me a favor and make sure the party goes off right. There's going to be thirty guys, that's a lot of dough."
The meal came and it looked delicious. Fettuccini Alfredo for two, cooked to perfection. They sat quietly, eating and drinking, enjoying the silence as the rest of the room bustled with activity.
Helen had one thing on her mind-revenge. I'm going to get even with that bitch tonight, she thought, finishing her meal and lighting another cigarette.
Joey noticed the evil glow on her face, but didn't think anything of it. He figured she wasn't too pleased about having to work with Janie again, but it was only for one last time. He was sure everything would work out ...
That night, Helen arrived at the club around seven o'clock. She went straight to her dressing room, closing the door behind her. She hadn't spoken with Janie yet and didn't really want to. Joey had said he would make sure she would show up at the function tonight. That was all that mattered to Helen. As long as Janie showed up, she was going to get even with her.
The party was scheduled for eight o'clock. She sat down and relaxed with an hour to burn. Looking through her shoulder bag, she took out some cigarettes and a couple of reefers. She lit up one of the joints first, inhaling deeply as the smoke went straight to her head.
The trick is, she thought to herself, not to let Janie know what I have in mind until we get on stage. Then take her by surprise! Her eyes flashed evil light as she smoked more reefer and looked at herself in the mirror.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Helen said, turning way from the mirror. Janie entered the room with a sheepish look on her face.
"Helen, we have to talk."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I want to apologize about last night."
Helen cut her apology short, saying, "There's nothing to apologize about. I don't want to be with you anymore, but I promised Joey we'd work one more night together. So after tonight, I hope I won't be seeing much of you."
"Well, if that's the way you feel, O.K." Janie looked a little hurt as she turned and left the room.
That takes care of that, Helen thought, as she touched a match to the joint and took another drag. Then getting up from her seat, she started to undress. Her dress slid from her shoulders. Stepping out of it, she put it on a hanger and into the closet. Finishing the joint, she paced back and forth in her panties and bra. Her high heels clicked as she walked, their height making her legs look extra long and shapely.
She left her under things on as she stepped into a tight leather skirt and matching vest. The outfit gave her a mean domineering look, just the way she wanted it. She strode in front of the mirror, checking herself out with a critical eye. Then she pulled her hair into a pony tail, placing it high on the back of her head. It gave her the appearance of a tight young phillie in heat.
After putting on some black spiked heels and smoking another joint, she was ready. Butterflies jumped in her stomach as she dwelled on revenge. When I get through, the score is going to be even, she smoldered. Taking one last look in the mirror, she opened the door and went into the hallway.
Stopping outside Janie's door, she knocked lightly. Janie called from inside, saying she would be out in a second. The door opened and Janie appeared, wearing a tiger striped mini-dress. Her long legs visible to just below the juncture of her thighs. Her soft young hips pressed tightly against the seams.
"Come on!" Helen said coldly, "let's get this over with." She headed down the hall toward the function room. Janie followed close behind. Using the stage door, they entered the room, the sound of laughing drunken men filling their ears.
All eyes turned to them as they stood side by side on stage. The men began to whistle and shout. "All right, ladies! Showtime!" There were about thirty conservatively-dressed insurance men milling around the bar to the left of the stage. Most of them looked to be in their mid-forties, with differing amounts of graying hair.
The disco sound started to pipe through the speakers as the two women began to dance. They danced as a pair, grinding their hips together as their mouths intertwined. The room echoed with approval.
Helen kissed Janie long and hard, biding her time, getting ready to strike. Then she pulled away, absorbing Janie in her glare as she slapped her hard across the face. Janie reared back in shock, rubbing her cheek with a confused look. Helen kept the advantage, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to the floor. The men roared with surprise, having not expected to see an S&M act.
Janie lay pinned on the floor by her hair, kicking and screaming as she tried to escape. Helen overpowered her, moving behind her as she dodged the wild kicks. Then pulling harder on her hair, she tore the back of her dress open, pulling it off her shoulder in one quick motion.
Janie rolled onto her back, kicking blindly as her vision blurred with tears. Helen grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it off her body, leaving her naked on the floor. Janie got to her feet and came at Helen with a look of murder in her eyes. Helen caught her by the wrist, twisting it behind her back. The men were at the edge of the stage now. Taunting Janie as they egged her tormentor on.
Helen held Janie's back to the audience, twisting her arm harder as she spanked her ass with loud slapping blows. Janie squealed with terror, the grip on her arm making it impossible to move. Helen whacked her again and again, smiling contemptuously as she watched Janie's ass redden. Then, letting go of her arm, she quickly brought her hands over her head, clasping them in a double fist as she belted Janie on the back of the head and knocked her to the floor. Helen heard shouts of excited men mixed with disco music as she stood over her prey.
Janie lay on the floor sobbing, realizing she was no match for the mistress. Helen removed her vest and skirt, the shrill wolf whistles making her clit stiffen. She rolled Janie on her back and sat down on top of her, pinning her arms under her knees. She leaned over and hissed at Janie. "You thought you could treat me like shit and get away with it! Now you're going to get what's coming to you!"
Helen slapped her a few more times before getting up and facing the men. "You boys want some pussy? Well, come and get it!"
The men climbed onto the stage, surrounding Janie as they struggled with each other for a better spot. Helen stood to the side, laughing and shouting, "plenty of room, plenty of room for everybody."
Janie closed her eyes and let it happen as groping hands covered her flesh. She felt hands probing at the lips of her pussy, pushing their way inside. Her cunt got wetter by the second, fingers pulling at her clit as her hips started to rock. She felt someone sliding a wet finger into her ass-hole, then worming it around inside.
Helen sat in a chair to the side of the stage. She watched the men working Janie over, feeling good about what she had done. Letting a hand go down inside her panties, she fingered her clit, parting the moist mat of her pubic hair. She caught the eye of a tall handsome man. He looked a bit younger than the rest of them. She motioned for him to come over.
The man left the crowd around Janie and came to Helen. His pants bulged with an enormous erection. She licked her lips greedily as she saw it. It looked to be about nine inches long. "How you do'n long horn," she said, getting up to greet him.
The man took her in his arms. His hands went straight for her ass, pulling the panty-covered flesh between his fingers. She ground her hips against his cock, the material of his shark-skin suit cool and smooth on her stomach.
She dropped toher knees to undo his pants. Then, catching the waistband of his jockey shorts with her fingers, she pulled everything to his ankles. His huge pecker swung into view, bouncing off her cheek. She took it in her hands and started stroking it. The circumcised head was big and purple. Helen slid a hand around his balls as she kissed his knob.
The man put his hands behind her head, pulling her mouth onto his cock. With a slow, deliberate motion in his hips, he worked it in and out of her. Then he started picking up the pace, thrusting far into her throat.
Helen's fingers pinched at his ass, opening her mouth wider to take it all the way in. She could feel the muscles rippling in his buns as he got closer to orgasm. She tightened her grip on his balls and sucked him faster. A long groan came from his mouth as his knees began to tremble. She slammed a finger into his ass-hole, feeling his balls pump hot sperm into her throat. Bobbing her head, she milked him dry.
The rest of the group was still busy with Janie. They had her on her side with her legs slung wide apart, so they could fuck her three at a time. She had a man at each orifice. One slowly cork-screwed her ass-hole, while another rammed viciously at her pussy and the third straddled her face, pushing his long, thin dick into her mouth.
Janie was on fire inside. The pounding dicks rammed her through one orgasm after another. The pleasure was turning to pain. She felt a replacement entering her sloppy cunt, his thick shaft slamming into her raw inner walls. Her thoughts turned to Helen. I'm going to get even with her if it's the last thing I do! That cunt is going to pay! She was reamed back to reality by a stiff shaft entering her ass-hole. It burned with each thrust, making her cry out in pain. The sound was muffled as a big dick pushed into her throat.
Helen took her panties off and laid down on the floor. The man got between her legs, his cock probing the nest of her pubic hairs. She reached down with her hand and guided him in. His big pole reamed her to the hilt as she lunged her hips on it. Her hands went to his ass, stroking the hairy flesh between her fingers. His breath was hot in her ears as his tempo increased. "Fuck me faster!" she groaned, pulling at his ass.
He picked up the pace, riding her like a rabbit. The veins surged at his temples. He grunted in quick bursts as come gushed from his engorged member. He rammed harder with each thrust, savoring the tight feel of her grabber.
Helen bucked wildly beneath him. His spurting cock was driving her crazy. "Don't stop baby! Make me come!" She bit into his shoulder as the spasms started to rip through her loins. "Aaaaahhg!" she groaned, her chest surging forward as she came. Then she felt him collapse onto her, burying his face in her neck. She held him close, running a soothing hand across the back of his neck.
By this time, the last of the men were finishing up with Janie. She was sprawled on her back. An older man pumped her cunt slowly, while another man rode her face. Dried come ran in crusty streaks across her cheeks and onto her neck. Her eyes were closed as sobs gurgled in her throat. She felt the old-timer quicken his strokes a little as he shot his load. The man at her face continued to fuck, stroking deeper into her throat. His balls bounced on her chin as he pumped faster. Then she felt him shudder and tasted his salty juice spray her mouth and throat.
Most of the men were back at the bar. Their backs were turned on Janie as they mixed more drinks and adjusted their clothing. Some of them sat down, too worn out to stand. They joked and laughed among themselves, while swilling more drinks.
Janie was alone on the stage. Helen had already left for her dressing room. She stifled a sob as she got up from the floor. Retrieving the remains of her mini dress, she wrapped it around her torso and left through the stage door. All she could think about was getting even for the beating she had taken.
Helen had already changed and was in Joey's office. He had given her the night's pay and they sat smoking a joint. Helen sat next to him behind the desk, playfully stroking his thigh as she handed him the reefer. "Here you go, honey, it'll put hair on your chest." Joey smiled and took the joint.
Janie barged into the office with the mini-dress wrapped around her. She bristled as she caught sight of Helen. "Either that cunt goes, or I do!" she yelled at Joey, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"What's this all about?" he asked, turning to Helen.
"I was just getting even for last night."
"Getting even!" Janie wailed, "she beat the fuck out of me and let all thirty of them do me at once."
"Twenty-nine!" Helen corrected, "I saved the best looking one for myself."
Joey covered a smirk with his hand and crossed the room to comfort Janie. "Take it easy," he said warmly, taking her in his arms. She fell against him, sobbing into his shoulder.
"Why don't you go back to your dressing room and get cleaned up. Then come back and we'll talk." Joey led her to the door and held it open for her.
After she had left, he turned to Helen. "Looks like you were pretty rough with her."
"She deserved it!" Helen snapped. "Who did she think she was, leaving me out in the cold last night! She got it easy, compared with what I got last night!"
"All right! Enough!" Joey said sternly, walking back to her. "You two don't have to work together anymore. So this will be the end of it. I hope!"
Helen looked down at her hands as she tried to formulate what she wanted to say. Then he looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble Joey. But it really hurt, seeing her here with you last night."
"You know I screw all the girls Helen."
"Yeah, but somehow this was different. After getting through with the hardware party I was bullshit at her. And then when I saw her in here, it made me feel like I was being used. She was staying at my place you know?'
"O.K. I see what you mean." Joey picked up the joint and lit it. "Do me a favor and go home and relax. I'll straighten it out with her when she comes in."
"Sounds good to me, Joey. I'll see you in a couple of days." She leaned over to him, putting her arms around his neck. Their mouths met, the tips of their tongues dancing with one another. "Please make sure you straighten her out," Helen said, pulling her lips away enough to talk. "I don't want to go through any more scenes with her."
"Everything's going to work out fine. Go on home and take it slow."
She kissed him again and left the office, and went back to her dressing room to pick up her bag. Then she headed down the hallway toward the front entrance of the club. As she passed Janie's door, she heard it open and could feel a stare of hate burning at her back as she left the club. The doorman got her a cab and she rushed uptown.
She arrived home unsatisfied. Although it had been nice seeing Janie get what was coming to her, she would have liked to fuck about ten of the men. But at least I got even, she thought, heading for the bedroom.
After stripping off her clothes, she ran the bath. While waiting for it to fill up, she searched for the adjustable nozzle she had just bought. Finding it on the kitchen table, she skipped back down the hall to the bathroom. The carpet felt cool and soft under her feet.
The tub was ready and she shut off the water, getting inside. She slowly reclined, letting the luxurious water sweep over her torso. Its warmth softened her hard nipples as she closed her eyes for a moment. Then she sat up and worked the rubber spray attachment onto the faucet. Turning the water back on, she held the nozzle underwater and adjusted the force indicator to high. A powerful stream of water surged against her inner thigh. Making sure not to hold it too close at first, she directed the stream at her cunt. The water rushed against her clit, sending ripples of pleasure through her torso. She moved it a little closer. The intensity increased. It felt like baby soft tongues, stroking her at the speed of light. Her body tightened as she started to come. She jammed the nozzle on her clit and ducked underwater, her body quaking with a violent orgasm.
She came up for air and drew the nozzle away from her pussy. That thing is unreal, she giggled to herself. Then she started the same procedure again, gradually bringing it closer to her cunt. She lay there for an hour or so, bringing herself off six times.
After finishing with the bath, she got out and dried off. Her cunt was still quivering from the heavy stimulation it had just received. Then she went to bed and played with her vibrators, their soft hum droning her to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janie awoke in her hotel room. The heavy sweat of bad dreams clung to her neck and chest. The morning sun beat down on her bed through the window. She pushed the covers off, letting the heat rise from her naked body. Her cunt felt sore and over-used.
She sat up, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed. Her mind was controlled by a single thought. Helen! It was Helen that was to blame for the way she felt. She had never been so humiliated in her life. Helen was going to pay for this!
When she talked to Joey last night, he had made it clear that Helen came first. He told her about their long and lasting friendship. It became obvious to Janie that she couldn't rely on him for help in this vengeful battle. If anything, he was on Helen's side. In the heat of anger, she quit the job at Joey's, calling him a pussy-whipped jerk as she stormed out of the office.
She remained in her hotel room all morning, sitting on the bed as if she were in a trance. I'm fucked, she thought. And it's Helen's fault! Since I first got into town last month, everything had been going great. I got the job at Joey's and managed to shack up in a ritzy apartment uptown. Now it's all gone ... back to square one!
Her hands shook with anger as she brooded. I can't let that bitch get away with this! I'll kill that fuck'n cunt! She reached over to the night table and got a cigarette. She lit it up, inhaling deeply as she threw the match on the floor. An evil smile came to her face as she remembered having the keys to Helen's apartment in her purse. She got up from the bed and searched through her purse. Finding the keys, she stood still for a moment, holding them. The metal felt cool on her sweating palms. She's working at the library today, Janie thought. When she gets home, I'll be waiting for her! Nobody is going to ruin my life and get away with it!
Janie got dressed in some blue jeans and a t-shirt. She stood in front of the mirror, brushing her long brown hair as she dwelled on getting even. Then, picking up her purse, she left her room, walked down to the lobby and out into the street. She looked at her watch. It was about two-thirty; Helen wouldn't be back at her place until around five. That gave Janie plenty of time to get there first.
She got something to eat and then caught a cab to the Hudson Towers. Her heart pounded as the driver stopped out front. She paid him and stepped onto the sidewalk. The doorman tipped his hat as she walked inside. She pretended not to notice him.
Once inside Helen's apartment, she stood in the front hall, trying to decide what to do. She went to the kitchen and got a long carving knife. Then walked back toward the bedroom, gripping the knife tightly in her hand. The wood handle was slippery with sweat. Her mind raced as she sat down on the bed. They'd had some good times in that bed, but it was over now ...
Janie sat there for a long time. Her mind drifted, slowly getting blank. Then it emptied completely. She was dazed, in a trance, not thinking, just waiting to act. Her eyes looked soft and empty, staring endlessly at the carpet ... then she heard a key going into the lock on the front door. She jumped up from the bed, running into the bathroom. The knife shook in her hand, her eyes had turned wild and furtive.
Helen entered the apartment. She felt lazy and tired from sitting in the library all day. It had been a nice day, she thought to herself, heading down the hallway toward the bedroom. Nothing beat the Hitite Room for peace and quiet. After the last couple of days, she needed time to be alone. The ordeal with Janie had sort of put her down in the dumps. She had really enjoyed Janie's company during the past six weeks. It was too bad it had to fall apart.
She. walked through the door, past the bed and stood in front of the dresser. Her back was turned, directly opposite the open bathroom door. She hummed quietly to herself as she undid the back of her dress. Letting it slide to the floor, she looked at her face in the mirror above the dresser. Then looked away, stooping to pick up her dress. Holding it over her arm, she glanced back in the mirror. Her heart jumped at what she saw. It was Janie coming through the bathroom door with a knife!
Moving on instinct, Helen grabbed hold of the heavy wooden jewelry box on her dresser. She wheeled on Janie, side-stepping her charge and striking her hard on the side of the head with the box. Jewelry flew across the room as the top burst open, Janie slumped to the floor, blood streaming from the gash on her head. Helen reached down grabbing the knife, a look of shock on her face. With her bare foot, she kicked Janie in the jaw, knocking her cold.
Helen's mind reeled with confusion. She was stunned by her quick reaction to the situation. There had been no thought involved, just animal reflex. She went to the phone and called the police. The desk sergeant told her to keep calm and he'd send someone out right away. Helen sat at the edge of the bed. Her hands shook as she tried to light a cigarette. She looked at Janie lying quietly on the floor. Her hair was soaked with blood as it continued to flow from her scalp. Helen went to the bathroom and got a towel. She went back to Janie and wrapped it around her head. Blood stained her fingers, she drew back in disgust, running to the bathroom to wash her hands.
She felt dizzy as she stood over the sink, the weight of what just happened striking her full force. She slumped over the toilet, heaving her guts out, tears welling up in her eyes. She heard a loud knock at the front door. She stood up shakily, spitting and wiping her eyes as she tried to gain some composure. Then she ran to the door, letting the police in.
Two young-looking cops came through the door. "Are you the woman that just called 911?'
"Yes, the girl is in the bedroom on the floor." She pointed down the hall.
One of the officers went to the bedroom while the other remained with Helen. "Can you tell me what happened?" he asked.
Helen explained what happened, keeping vague on the details, not mentioning anything about Joey's place. She told them they were roommates and that she had recently thrown Janie out of the apartment.
There was another knock at the door. She opened it and two more cops came in along with a sharply-dressed detective. He introduced himself to her as Detective Brown. His tough chiseled features gave him a rugged, handsome look.
After he had heard the story from Helen, he told the officers to get Janie ready to travel in an ambulance downtown. Then he followed Helen into the kitchen.
"I think I need a cup of coffee," Helen said, "would you like some too Detective Brown?"
"There's no need to be so formal, you can call me Eddie and I'd like some coffee very much, please." He crossed the room and sat down at the kitchen table. He noticed the full curves of her body, swelling softly against her terry cloth robe, as she stood by the stove warming the coffee.
"Do you take cream and sugar?" she asked.
"No, black will be fine, thank you."
Helen came over to the table with a cup for each of them. She sat down across from him and lit up a cigarette. He sipped his coffee and started to ask questions. "When did you first meet your roommate?"
"About six or seven weeks ago. She was new in town and had just started work at the same place I do."
"Where's that?"
"I work three nights a week as a stripper downtown, in a lounge called Joey's Place. Do me a favor and leave the place out of it. This was just between Janie and me. I showed her up for trying to steal my man and she was trying to get back at me."
"Oh, I see. Well, we'll have to see what happens."
Eddie believed her story, but he couldn't believe her body. His eyes widened as she leaned toward him to pick up his cup. Her full cleavage was exposed to his view. "Would you like some more coffee?" she asked, heading for the stove.
"No thank you, I've got to be getting back downtown. If I may, I'd like to stop by later on this evening and see how you're doing."
"That would be very nice," she said, putting the cup in the sink and returning to the table. He rose from his chair, passing close to her, as he walked out of the kitchen toward the front door. She followed him and let him out. Thanking him and saying she would be home all evening. He told her not to worry and that he would check back later.
Helen closed the door and went to the bedroom. The place seemed eerie and quiet as she sat down on the bed. She picked up the phone and called Joey.
"Hi, Helen!" he answered at the other end. "What's up?"
"Joey, something awful has happened."
"like what? What's going on?"
Helen explained how Janie had tried to kill her and told him about the police.
"Don't worry about the club," Joey said. "I've got my license. This place is strictly on the up and up as far as the cops are concerned."
"O.K. I'll stop worrying then."
"How do you feel, kid? I think I'll come right over if you want."
"No, that's all right, I think I need some sleep. I'll be all right."
"O.K. but call me if you need me."
Helen said good-bye to Joey and hung up the phone. She stretched out on the bed, resting her head on a pillow. It felt cool and smooth on her cheek, soothing the ache that was starting in her head. She pulled the covers over herself and went to sleep ...
Helen awoke feeling much better. She looked at the clock. Seeing that it read nine o'clock, she figured she had slept about two hours. She went into the bathroom and ran the tub, splashing cool water on her face at the sink, while she waited for it to fill up. In a few minutes the tub was ready and she climbed in. The warm water made her muscles feel loose and soft, washing away the horror of the day.
After she had gotten out and dried off, she heard the buzzer ring from the front lobby. She put on her robe and went to the intercom. "Who is it?'
"It's Eddie Brown," the voice said through the speaker.
Helen pressed the button that automatically opened the front door and waited for him to come up. A knock came at the door. She opened it and let him in. "Hi, Helen, how are you feeling?' he asked with an earnest look.
"Much better, thank you." She smiled, feeling good that he had come to check up on her.
"I'm glad to hear that. And if I could, I'd like to ask a favor of you."
"Sure, anything." Helen gave him a coy smile as she looked into his eyes.
"Well, I'd like to see the scene of the crime ... If that's all right with you."
"Follow me!" Helen said, leading him toward the bedroom. They went inside and Helen showed him the blood stain on the carpet. He looked around the room for a moment and then at Helen.
"Where were you when you first noticed she was sneaking up behind you?"
Helen walked to the dresser and turned her back to the bathroom. "I was standing in the mirror when I saw her in the reflection. Then I spun around to face her." Helen spun on her heels, trying to imitate the exact movement she had made earlier in the day.
Eddie watched her, catching a glimpse of her naked tit beneath her robe. Helen caught him looking at her chest and smiled as she adjusted her robe. "Did you come here on police business Detective Brown?" Helen gave him a foxy look. " 'Cause if not, that's o.k. with me ... "
He could feel his pecker start to stiffen as he continued to look at her. "Well, you're a beautiful lady, you know."
"You have no idea how beautiful lean be. Wanna find out?"
Eddie drew close to her, taking her in his arms. His hard-on bulged at the front of his trousers. He kissed her, feeling her tongue dart inside his mouth. His hands moved down her back, covering the warm swell of her ass.
Helen molded to him, rocking her pussy against his cock. It felt big and hard, just as she thought it would be. She had a special sense for picking out men with big dicks. That was the way she liked them, big and hard.
Eddie hiked up the back of her robe, letting his hands go underneath to feel the velvet of her ass. His fingers strayed between her cheeks, stroking at the pink ring of her ass-hole. He kissed her harder, devouring her lips and tongue.
She pulled away from him, pushing her robe from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. "How do you like it, copper?"
"Looks good to me!" he said, quickly undoing his tie and getting out of his clothes. In seconds, he was naked.
Helen drew back the covers on the bed and lie down. Eddie slid in beside her and drew her to him. His hand smoothed the small of her back as it moved to her ass. He kissed her neck, moving down top her tits. Helen ran her fingers through his hair as she pulled his head against her breast. His tongue felt soft and warm, surrounding her nipple with a circular motion. She brought a hand between his legs and stroked his long, thick shaft. It felt even bigger than it looked.
Eddie slid down past her reach and lightly pushed her onto her back. He got between her legs, bringing his face to her moist pussy. His nostrils filled with her sweet aroma as he ran his tongue along her slit. He centered on her clit, making tight circles around it with his tongue.
She started to buck on his face. The sensation was exquisite. She slung her legs over him, digging her heels into his ass. His tongue was getting her red hot. She could feel the orgasm mounting in her loins. Stroking his head with her fingers, she rocked faster. "Mmmmm," she groaned. 'Tin coming!" Her legs tightened around his head, as she shook through a tasty come fit.
He climbed on top of her, bringing his pecker in contact with her juicy cunt. She took his pole in her hand and guided him in with coaxing strokes. Eddie worked it into the hilt, feeling her inner walls grabbing at his cock. He drew it out and drove it in again, slowly increasing his pace with each stroke.
Helen kneaded his ass, the muscles rippling in her grip. "Fuck me!" she hissed, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her hips undulated, meeting each thrust with vigor. She ran her finger along the sweaty crack of his ass, finding his ass-hole and worming into it.
Eddie humped faster, his balls threatening to explode. Hot breath rushed from his mouth and nose, as he neared his climax. He rammed her with all his might, creamy spunk spewing from his engorged member.
Helen felt his juice running onto her ass-hole, as he continued to pump her cunt. Her nipples went rock-hard as she started to come. A hoarse gurgle came from her throat as her body shivered with orgasm.
Then he collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as she held him close.
They lay together quietly for a moment. Then he rolled off her, reaching for a cigarette on the nightstand. "You don't mind if I have one of your smokes, do you?"
"Not at all, get one for me, too, please."
Eddie handed her a cigarette and then struck a match, lighting both of them. They rested quietly, sharing an ashtray as they blew smoke toward the ceiling.
"What's going to happen to Janie?" Helen asked.
"We don't know yet. We checked her record and it seems she's been in and out of mental institutions for the past five years. Right now they have her at Bellevue and she'll be kept under observation for the next six weeks. Then they'll decide whether she should be tried or sent to another institution."
"I didn't know she was nuts. We were very happy together for a while."
"Yeah, it's too bad. Somewhere along the lines he must have snapped."
They lay side by side in silence, finishing their cigarettes and jamming them out in the ashtray. While Eddie stretched out on his back putting the ashtray back on the nightstand, Helen moved down to his crotch. She took his cock in her hand and licked it. The head of it turned from red to purple as it grew harder. Eddie spread his legs farther apart, letting her get at him easier.
Helen wrapped her lips around his pecker and started to suck it. She could feel it throbbing on her tongue as she cupped his balls in her hand. Driving her head all the way down, she took him in to the hilt.
Eddie worked his hips back and forth, her mouth was making him crazy. He put his hands on the back of her head, pumping her face with quickening strokes. "Yeah, eat it up, baby!" he grunted, as his head rolled loose on his neck.
She squeezed his balls harder, feeling them contract, as he got ready to ejaculate. Her mouth raced the length of his shaft, bringing him to the edge. She tasted his rich, salty juice as it spurted from his cock. She swallowed every blast, feeling it slide down her throat toward her stomach.
He pumped like a madman until he stopped coming. It was the best blow-job he had felt in years. "Honey, you're something else!" he said, sounding out of breath.
She climbed out from between his legs and slid next to him, running her fingers through the hair on his chest. She swung a leg over him, bringing her cunt onto his thigh. Her hips started to gyrate, grinding her clit on his leg. "Wanna fuck me again?" she whispered, fingering his penis.
Her fingertips were getting him hard again. Eddie was ready to fuck. He rolled her onto her back and got between her legs. His cock found the moist meat of her pussy. He pushed lightly into the hot lips, then slowly worked it all the way in.
Helen buried her face in a pillow. His big poker made her writhe with passion. She raised her ass high in the air, letting him get deeper with each thrust. Muffled groans drifted from the pillow, as her buns trembled with delight.
He lunged faster, bringing his rod all the way out, then jamming it back in. Her pussy grabbed at his shaft, the wet inner velvet felt like heaven. He reached under her, squeezing her tits, as his pecker started to shoot. Hot white milk pulsed from his balls, into her cunt, while he kept pumping.
Her legs tightened, as spasms ripped through her thighs. She bit into the pillow, drooling a little bit, her body quaking with orgasm. Then she felt him slump against her, his cock sliding out of her cunt. Her legs twitched for a moment, then relaxed as the spasms subsided.
Rolling onto his back, Eddie closed is eyes. A rugged grin stretched from ear to ear, as he clasped his hands behind his head. "Baby, you're too much! You got me all worn out."
"What's the matter, copper, you been on the beat too long?" Her eyes flashed with laughter. She sat up at the head of the bed, propping a pillow behind her back. "It's been a long day anyway; I'm pretty tired myself."
"Is it o.k. with you if I spend the night? I don't feel like going all the way downtown right now."
"Sure Eddie! Just lie back and relax."
They shut out the lights and held each other close as they drifted to sleep. Helen was glad she didn't have to sleep alone. Janie had really scared the shit out of her.
The next morning, Eddie awoke early. He figured it was around seven o'clock. That gave him about a half-hour to get downtown. Getting out of bed quietly, he jumped into his clothes and went to the bathroom. The cold water from the faucet felt good on his sleepy face. After drying his hands and face, he returned to the bedroom. He looked at Helen for a moment. The covers were down at her waist, her firm tits heaving lightly as she slept. He leaned across the bed and kissed her softly on the lips. Then left her to sleep as he headed downtown.
Since it was Helen's day off, she slept late. Getting up at noon, she sat on the edge of the bed yawning as she looked out the window. The sun was shining bright. It looked like it would turn out to be a scorcher of a day. She figured she'd stay home and enjoy the central air-conditioning.
Not bothering to put on any clothes, she headed for the kitchen. Her big boobs swayed firmly as she walked. She cooked a big breakfast: eggs, bacon, toast, juice and cereal. Then topped it off with a joint of Thai weed, as she poured another cup of coffee.
She picked up the phone and called Joey. It felt good to hear his voice on the other end. "Hi, Helen! How do you feel?"
"Good as new!" she chirped, finishing the roach and dropping it in the ashtray before it could burn her fingers.
"I'm glad to hear it ... say, I'm free all day today, mind if I drop by to say hello."
"That'd be great, Joey. How about in an hour or so?"
Helen said good-bye and hung up the phone. She still dug Joey the best, but that cop was all right, too. She cleared the dishes into the sink and went to take a bath.
She brought a solid rubber dildo with her into the tub. Then she attached the spray nozzle to the faucet. She couldn't wait to find out what it would feel like. Turning the water back on, she put the hose between her legs and felt the stream rush to her clit. She slid lower in the tub, working the dildo into her grabber. The nozzle was closer to her clit, beating it with a steady jet. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she fucked faster with the dildo. She brought the nozzle directly onto her pussy, moaning in delirium. Lights flashed behind her eyes as she wrenched through a breathtaking orgasm.
She did it again and then got out of the tub. Her knees were a little shaky from the intensity of her climax. She dried off and went back to bed, lying down and lighting a cigarette. It tasted strong and smooth in her throat.
A few minutes passed, then the buzzer rang from the lobby. She pressed the button and put on her robe as she waited for Joey to come up. Opening the door she greeted him with a kiss. "Hi, Joey!"
"Hi kiddo, how are you?"
"Just fine! Come on in." Helen closed the door behind him and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Joey sat at the table and watched her work at the stove. Her shapely ass pressed firmly against the back of her robe.
"It's pretty weird. This whole thing with Janie has me spooked," he said, still watching her.
"Yeah, but the cops told me she would be in the psycho ward for at least six weeks. Maybe longer. So I'm going to try and get her off my mind."
"That's probably a good idea. I guess they'll keep her there for good if she keeps acting up. At any rate, we won't have to worry about her. If they let her out, they'll probably make her leave the state." Joey smiled, trying to make her feel at ease.
The coffee was ready and Helen brought it over on a tray with two cups. They sat drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes as they talked. Joey was eyeing her cleavage, his pecker stiffening under the table. "You've got the nicest tits I've ever seen," he said with a grin.
Helen opened her robe to give him a better look. Her nipples got hard as she pinched them between her fingers. Joey watched her, undoing his pants and taking out his pecker under the table. He started to beat himself off as she pushed her robe from her body and slid her chair back a bit.
He had a good view of her cunt, watching her fingers stray to her clitoris. He stroked his prick faster as she put her feet on the table, spreading her legs wide open. She mumbled quietly, her index finger probing quickly at her clit. They came together, Joey's sperm sticking to the bottom of the table as Helen bounced around on her seat.
She headed for the bedroom and Joey followed. They got on the bed and started kissing. Their tongues explored each other's mouth. Helen rollec onto her back, spreading her legs and parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers. "Fuck me, Joey!"
He got between her legs and guided his prick into her. The walls of her runny cunt massage his member like velvet soaked in warm oil. It made is cock get even bigger. Slowly, at first and then with quickening strides, he pumped in and out of her.
She wrapped her legs around his ass, a low groan rumbling in her throat. "Mmmmmmmm, fuck me faster!" Her stomach rippled with pleasure, as she dug her heels into his ass. She shimmied her hips, giving her cunt a vibrating action. Her eyes closed as her orgasm approached. She dug her nails into his back, her tongue wetting her lips with light strokes.
Joey reamed her like a race horse, his balls slapping at her ass. His cock started to blow. Hot spurts of come blasted from his huge member, dribbling out of her cunt onto the sheets. His body shook wildly through the ejaculation.
Helen's cunt sucked his cock dry as she slowed down the motion in her hips. Then they collapsed together, panting in each other's arms. Joey got up and went to the bathroom, while Helen stretched out and lit up a smoke.
She was thinking about how much she dug Joey when the phone rang. It was Eddie calling to say hello. Joey came out of the bathroom and Helen told Eddie she'd call him back later.
"Who was that?" Joey asked, trying not to sound too interested.
"It was Detective Brown from the Police Department."
"Oh, just checking up on a few things?"
"Yeah, he's a nice guy, for a cop." She put out her cigarette and sat up on the bed. "Come sit with me, Joey."
He walked over to the bed and sat down, putting his arm around her. "Honey, I've been thinking a lot about you lately. You're my number one lady, but you know that."
"What are you leading up to, Joey?" she asked, cocking her head and grinning.
"Nothing. I just don't want to see some cop get his handles into you. Next thing you know, you're barefoot and pregnant."
"Don't be silly, Joey! You know I can handle myself."
"Yeah, you're right. If I can't trust you to keep cool, who can I trust?" They fell back on the bed, rolling in each other's arms. Helen stroked his ass playfully. Then pulled away from him, reaching to get a vibrator from the drawer. She rolled Joey on his side and put her face in his crotch. Blowing gently on his balls, she stroked his stiffening pecker. Then she licked a couple of her fingers and applied them to his ass-hole. Putting the dildo to her lips, she licked it up and down, lubricating it with saliva. Then she put it up to his ass-hole and started working it in.
Joey lunged into her mouth, then backed out onto the dildo. It felt like his ass was being split open, but it made his cock surge harder. He rammed in and out of her mouth, his balls tightening, as they threatened to explode.
She sucked his big dick faster, letting the head ram against the back of her throat. Gagging and gurgling, she butt-fucked him like a piston with the dildo. His cock gushed hot spunk as his pelvis rocked in her grip. She swallowed every drop, feeling it slide to her belly. Then she pulled the vibrator from his ass, making him groan as it came out. "I never even turned the thing on!" she chuckled, "you should see what that feels like!"
Joey took the vibrator out of her hand and pushed her onto her stomach. "I won't forget to turn it on!" he said, slapping her ass playfully. He spread the cheeks of her ass and buried his face in her crack. His tongue ran circles around her tiny pink ass-hole.
Helen arched her ass as she felt him pushing the vibrator into her hole. He turned it on, sending shivers through her rectum. She felt his fingers latch onto her clit, pinching and stroking. It drove her crazy with lust. "Fuck my ass-hole!" she yelped, wriggling as if she were on fire.
Joey rammed her butt-hole with increasing speed. Putting his face to her ass, he gripped her flesh in his teeth. She bounced harder against the dildo, grunting in rhythm with her thrusts. Her torso tightened, as she froze in orgasm. Joey held her tight, reaming her ass until she went limp. Then he slowly drew it out of her, waiting until it was all the way out before shutting it off.
Helen squirmed from his grip, rolling spread-eagle onto her back. Joey looked at his watch and saw that he would have to leave soon. He had an appointment in an hour back downtown. Getting up to dress, he told Helen he had to go.
She felt a little disappointed, but didn't let on about it. Sitting up, she lazily played with her tits while she watched him dress. She thought about Eddie for a moment. She didn't know what to think, now that Joey was here. What the hell! It's nice to play the field once in a while.
Joey finished dressing and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then he headed for the front door, saying he would see her in a couple of days. She heard the front door close behind him as he left the apartment.
After waiting a couple of minutes, she picked up the phone and called Eddie. She asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner. He said he would be there about eight and they hung up.
Helen got out of bed and looked for something to wear. Picking out a man-sized button-down shirt, she slipped into it, wearing nothing underneath. She thought for a second, trying to decide what to make for dinner, then headed for the kitchen to defrost a big t-bone steak. Eddie wouldn't be coming for another hour and a half. There would be just enough time to get a meal together. Everything was going to work out great ...
Eddie arrived a few minutes after eight. She met him at the door with a kiss. His eyes looked her up and down as she pulled away. "I like your shirt!" he said. "I like what's inside it even better!" They both laughed and she led him to the kitchen.
"Want a drink?" she asked, giving him another kiss.
"Sure! If you've got bourbon, I'll take some on the rocks."
Helen fixed them a couple of drinks and put the steak under the broiler. "Come and sit down," she said, motioning toward the kitchen table. "We've got time for a couple of drinks before we eat."
They sat together, laughing and drinking like old friends. They felt real cozy with each other; it was a fresh new sensation. The time flew by as they ate; soon they were heading for the bedroom.
Helen turned on the video player. They watched as two sexy lesbians slowly made out, working up to a double dildo fuck. Eddie took off his clothes and continued to watch the screen. His prick was hard as a rock. The veins pulsed on the shaft, pumping blood to its tip.
She pushed him onto the bed, not bothering to take her shirt off. Getting between his legs, she licked his balls while wrapping her fingers around his dick. It throbbed in her hand, feeling like it was going to explode at any second. She ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, working her way to the tip.
Eddie put his hands on her cheeks, guiding her mouth onto his pounding hard-on. He pushed it into her mouth, rubbing it against her tongue. He knew that he wasn't going to last long. Her mouth felt better than pussy. His hands covered her ears, holding her head in place, while he pumped her mouth.
Helen squeezed his balls in her hand. She could tell they were ready to shoot. She squeezed harder, sucking him as fast as she could. Sperm splashed on the roof of her mouth as she let go of his balls. She drove down on him, making sure not to miss a drop. "Mmmmmmm," she mumbled, taking her mouth off his hose.
"Jesus, lady! That was the best blow job ever!" He smiled dreamily as he took her in his arms. They held each other close. Helen slowly humped her cunt on his leg. His hand slid to her ass as she started to gain momentum.
Helen moved away from him, getting onto her knees. "Fuck me doggie style!'
"Woof, woof!" he chuckled, kneeling behind her. He rubbed his cock on her clit for a while. The tip of it got slippery from the juice that dribbled from her cunt. He put it into her, sliding all the way in.
"Ooooooh," she sighed, wiggling back to meet his poker. It felt like hot iron pumping into her slit. She moved her ass faster, murmuring nonsense as she swung her head from side to side.
Eddie rode her faster, his hips flying like the wind. He ran his hands along the cheeks of her ass. The soft flesh bounced beneath his fingers. He grabbed her hips, grinding his dick into her slobbering pussy. He felt her cunt go tight as she started to come. He pumped her with all his might, letting his load blast inside her. His brain went numb with pleasure, his dick shooting spurt after spurt as her juice dribbled down his balls. He pulled out of her and sat on the edge of the bed. She climbed over and sat down next to him.
"Is anything wrong, Eddie?"
"No, I was just thinking."
"About what?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"You told me the other day that you have an old man. Who is he?"
"He's a very old friend of mine and he's also my boss. His name is Joey Vento ... Why?"
"I don't know ... I guess I'm starting to feel real special about you. You're something else."
"Thanks, Eddie. I like you, too. But I've got to have freedom to live my own life. I've got to have respect from my men ... do you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I get the message." Eddie put his arm around her and dropped back on the bed, pulling her with him. He kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips. Reaching for one of her tits, he cupped it in his hand, feeling the nipple stiffen on his palm.
Helen darted her tongue into his mouth as she reached for his penis. With her fingertips, she pulled lightly on his knob. It throbbed, bulging in her grip. "Fuck me up the ass, Eddie ... if you want to."
He didn't say a word. Moving behind her, he rolled her over ass up. Parting her cheeks with his strong hands, he buried his tongue in her ass-hole. He wormed it in and out, clutching her buns as she squirmed beneath him.
After getting her good and wet, he positioned himself over her ass. Then slowly, he worked his fat dick into her. Her anus felt so tight, he didn't know whether he'd be able to get it in or not. Little by little, it moved deeper, her warm ass surrounding his pole.
Helen grunted as she felt him push all the way in. Moving a hand under her stomach, she played with her clit. Her ass lunged backward onto his hot shaft. She could feel him deep inside, thrusting faster as she stretched to accommodate him. Slow groans squirted from her throat, as she bit into the pillow, shaking her buns like a belly dancer.
He drew his cock out, sliding it back in to the hilt. The tight ring of her ass-hole pulled on his shaft. His balls contracted as they neared the blow-off point. He humped faster, feeling his creamy sauce squirt into her rectum.
She felt him come, stroking her clit faster to catch up with him. Her ass arched as her legs tightened with spasms. "Oooooooh," she wailed, "I'm coming!" She trembled for a moment, frozen solid with orgasm, then went limp, feeling his cock pull out of her ass.
She rolled over, taking him in her arms. "Man! That's how an ass ought to be fucked!" She kissed him softly on the lips, stroking the back of his neck with her fingers.
Eddie pulled away, leaving the bed to get some cigarettes out of his coat. Then he sat down next to her, lighting one up for each of them. "It's still pretty early and tomorrow is Sunday, do you want to go out somewhere?"
"Sure! Do you like to dance?"
"Well, I don't really know the new steps, but I'm game."
"Good! We could walk to the disco down the street." She put her cigarette out and got up from the bed. "Let's get dressed."
After getting ready, they went down to the lobby and walked out to the street. It was a warm night. They could feel a special kind of electricity in the air. It was thick and pungent, alive with energy. Holding hands, they walked to the disco.
Once inside, they were swept up in the sound. It was packed with beautiful young people, dancing their asses off. Eddie headed for the bar, getting them a couple of drinks. Helen looked around the room, catching the eye of a girl she had worked with once at Joey's. She smiled as she saw the girl coming her way. Her name was Randy, a tall, sexy Spanish woman. They had been close friends at one time and then sort of drifted apart. Helen was glad to see her.
Eddie came back with the drinks and she introduced him to Randy. The three of them stood and talked for a moment, giving up because of the loud music. Helen took both of their hands and led them to a quiet part of the dance floor. They started to dance, as Michael Jackson wailed from the sound system.
Helen watched them both, thinking how nice it would be to have a threesome in bed tonight. She danced closer to Eddie, stroking his ass for a second. Randy got the picture and moved in, too. They each took a side, doing their best to get him worked up.
Eddie was having a ball. Two beautiful chicks shaking their stuff for him, it was really turning him on. Randy's tits looked great, bobbing under her tight spandex top. Her body wasn't quite as full as Helen's, but it was every bit as inviting. He knew what they had in mind.
They danced for what seemed like hours. The heat of the room had all three of them worked up and sweating. They decided to split for Helen's place.
The night air felt cool on their skin as they walked outside. The girls each took one of Eddie's arms and they headed up the street. "Man!" he said, "that's some exercise!"
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" Helen laughed, squeezing his arm tighter. "You've got your work cut out for you."
"It doesn't feel like work to me!" he laughed, sliding his hand on Randy's buns.
Soon they were inside the apartment, stripping off their clothes. The air conditioning cooled them off as the three of them headed for the bed. Randy laid on her back, spreading her legs far apart. The jet black hair of her pussy glistened with moisture.
Eddie and Helen each took a leg, kissing their way up her inner thighs toward her cunt. Randy's skin was soft and misted with perspiration. Their tongues met on her clit, each taking a side as they surrounded it.
Her hips started to dance against their faces, the double tongue action driving her crazy. She stroked their heads, moaning softly as she urged them on.
Helen pulled on Eddie's prick, feeling it thump in her palm. She drew her head away from Randy's snatch, moving around behind her to get at her ass. Randy rolled on her side, letting her friend's tongue squirm into her ass-hole.
Eddie moved up, holding his cock between her legs. Randy wrapped her thighs around him, guiding him with her fingers. She was growing wild with passion. His big cock reamed her cunt, while Helen rimmed her from behind. Randy came instantly and then got ready for more.
He pumped her faster, his big organ slamming in to her seething hole. A short grunt shot from his lips, as he felt Helen's hand grip his balls. He was ready to come. His legs quivered as streams of spunk shot from his dick.
Randy bucked between his cock and Helen's tongue. Her stomach rippled as she wrenched through a climax. "Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed, her eyes shut tightly. "Oooooooohh."
Helen stopped rimming her ass and sat up to watch them. Eddie and Randy held each other for a moment, panting with deep, relaxing breaths. Then he pulled away, reaching for Helen's tits.
She got on her back, pulling his mouth to her nipple. His warm tongue circled her areola. She closed her eyes, feeling Randy's lips probe between her legs. She spread them wider, pulling her lips to her clit. "Oh God!" she groaned, "Eat me!"
Randy and Eddie worked her over. He sucked her tits, biting the nipples as they stiffened between his teeth. Randy licked her dripping pussy, driving her tongue far inside.
Helen worked her hips back and forth, coming violently. "Fuck me, Eddie ... please!" He got between her legs as Randy moved behind him. He slid into her wet cunt with ease, bucking in and out with increasing speed. Randy pinched his buns, wriggling a wet finger into his ass-hole. He fucked Helen faster, the probing finger in his butt making him sigh with pleasure.
Helen rocked against him. Her pussy was filled to capacity. "Fuck me harder!" she screamed, digging her nails into the small of his back. Her cunt quivered as she felt his sperm flood into her. She bit his neck, writhing through her own orgasm.
They slumped together, inhaling each other's breath, and then rolled apart looking at Randy. She knelt in front of them, rubbing her clit with her fingers. Helen reached for the night table, getting the dildos from the drawer. "Fuck us both Eddie!"
He took the vibrators and turned them on. The girls got on their hands and knees, their asses facing in his direction. He knelt between them and pushed the vibrators into their pink drooling slots. The girls craned their necks, letting their mouths meet. Helen's ass bounced as she pushed her tongue into Randy's mouth. Her lips tasted sweet and wet.
Eddie rammed them faster, his hands dripping with their juices. His cock had seen all the action it could handle for one night, but the dildos were filling in just fine.
Randy sucked on Helen's tongue, her pussy was on fire. She closed her eyes, as a climax ripped through her loins. Helen came close behind, pushing her tongue deep into Randy's throat, while waves of orgasm rushed over her body. They collapsed together in a heap, Eddie pulling the vibrators from their cunts. Their meaty tits heaved together, as they lay sighing in each other's arms.
The three of them got under the covers, exhausted from dancing and screwing. They slowly fell asleep one by one, floating in soft clouds of sex ...
The next day they awoke for lunch. After eating, Randy said she had to split and kissed them both goodbye. They stayed at the kitchen table, while she let herself out.
"Man! What a fox!" Eddie said, grinning at Helen.
"Yeah, she's hot! It was good seeing her ... It's been about a year since the last time we met." Helen lit up a cigarette and looked into Eddie's eyes. "Are you glad I invited her over?"
"Are you kidding? It was the greatest!"
"Good ... " She leaned across the table, parting his lips with her tongue.
Eddie stayed with her until after dinner. Then left, saying he had to take care of some business downtown. Helen went to the bedroom, thinking about Eddie as she sat on the bed. She really dug him. The last few days had made her feel so alive. Exploring a new man always made her feel that way.
She thought about Joey, too. He had been her man for years, nothing could change that ... or could it. Feeling confused, she spent the night alone trying to sort her emotions ...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Helen got up early the next day and went down to the library. Unlocking the door to the Hitite Room, she found a note from her boss asking her to see him right away. She relocked the door and headed upstairs to Mr. Peters' office. The note made her a little nervous, she wondered what it was all about.
Mr. Peters' office was a large walnut paneled room on the fifth floor. He offered her a seat in front of his desk, taking the hand-tooled pipe from his mouth with a thin smile. "Helen, we have a serious problem on our hands." He handed her a newspaper with an article circled in black magic marker.
Helen's heart stopped for a moment as she read it. Her cover was blown. The article talked about Janie for the most part, but her name was in there, too. It dealt with the stabbing attempt and Janie being under observation at Bellevue.
She handed the paper back to Mr. Peters, not knowing what to say. He didn't look as though he was going to be understanding about the matter.
He struck a match and sucked large clouds of smoke from his pipe. "I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go, Helen. This sort of publicity is bad for the library."
"I guess there's nothing to say but goodbye then." Helen stood up and let herself out. Fuck you! Stuff-shirt! She thought to herself, closing the door quietly behind her.
She left the library feeling a little dazed as she walked down 42nd street. It was only about nine-thirty, but she felt like getting drunk. Walking into a quiet-looking bar, she put her bag down on a booth table and ordered a scotch and soda.
The bar was empty, except for a well-dressed wino passed out on a stool. She sat in silence, finishing her drink and ordering another. The alcohol went straight to her head, blurring her vision slightly. What a drag, she moped, sipping her second drink. That was a good job. And I had to lose it because of a crazy cunt and a stuff-shirt boss ... Fuck them!
She looked up at the tv set on the wall. It was playing an old rerun situation comedy. She turned back to her drink, gulping it down and lighting a cigarette. She drew the smoke deep into her lungs, taking the bite off the alcohol.
A tall, muscular black man entered the bar and said hello to the bartender. Then he turned and looked at Helen, liking what he saw. "Mind if I sit down?" he asked, standing in front of her booth.
She looked over at him, her gaze starting at his crotch and working its way up. "Have a seat."
He ordered them a couple of drinks and sat down across from her. "How come you're drinking so early in the day?"
"Because I just lost my job and I feel like getting stiff."
"That's a good enough reason," he said with a slight smile, trying to cheer her up. "You don't mind if I get stiff with you?"
"Not at all. What's your name?"
"I'm Sammy. How about you?"
"My name's Helen. It's a pleasure to meet you." She shook his hand, trying to look more cheerful.
They sat together and drank until lunchtime. The bar was filling up, when they ordered some food from the kitchen. By this time, Helen was high as a kite. She ate her sandwich quickly, feeling it quiet the hunger pains in her stomach. Looking up from her empty plate, she watched Sammy eat. His powerful jaw flexed as he chewed, making his face look rugged and handsome. "After you finish eating, how would you like to go up to my place?" She gave him a warm, sexy look.
"It sounds good to me, baby! Let's go now."
Sammy paid the tab and escorted her from the bar. "Where do you live?"
"Let's get a cab to the Hudson Towers," she said, taking his hand and squeezing it softly. Helen felt great. The drinks had pushed the library from her mind,. She was ready for some hot action.
When they got to her apartment, she fixed them a couple of drinks and led him to the bedroom. She gulped hers down, chasing it with a cigarette, as she sat on the bed.
He sat beside her, letting his hand run the zipper down the back of her dress. She put her cigarette out and turned to him, kissing his thick, fleshy lips. Her pussy quivered with anticipation. She could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was hung like a moose.
He pushed her down on the bed, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His hand slid between her legs, hiking her dress above her panties. He could feel the juice from her snatch soaking through the material as his large hand probed her groin.
Helen undid his fly, reaching in to grab his enormous rod. She pulled it out, running her hand along the shaft. It felt like it was a foot long. She could count his heart beats as they throbbed through his knob.
Sammy got up, pulling his clothes off as he watched her sprawled on the bed. After he was nude, he returned to her, helping her get out of her dress. She looked as if she might be too loaded to get it off by herself.
She lay there giggling as he pulled her panties and bra off. Sammy's eyes took in every inch of her. Man, what a fox, he thought, laying down beside her. He cupped her tits, palming them as he kissed her hard on the mouth.
Helen grabbed onto his pole, stoking it with soft speed. It had been a long time since she'd seen a dick that big. She knew how good it was going to feel in her pussy.
He moved down out of her reach as he buried his face between her thighs. His notrils flared with the musty smell of her nest. He pushed his tongue into her slot, feeling her hips start to rotate. His tongue slid to her clit, pushing it from side to side. Then he latched his lips onto it, pulling her into his mouth.
A soft sigh came from her lips, as her pelvis rocked on his face. "Ooooooo, suck me Sammy!" She poked her fingers into the tuft of his kinky hair. "Make me come!"
Sammy sunk his fingers into the cheeks of her ass, pulling her tightly against his mouth. He could feel her body flexing with pleasure, as she neared her climax. He drove down on her, devouring her dripping cunt.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his head, roaring through a wild orgasm. Her nipples hardened, her eyes rolling back in the sockets, as she whimpered incoherently. Then the spasms subsided, leaving her limp and panting.
Sammy kissed his way up her torso, positioning himself between her legs. She took hold of his ramrod and fed it into her hungry pussy. Knowing how to use his big member, he worked it in slowly, feeling her walls stretch around him. He got it halfway in, then slid out to the edge. Pushing in again, he forced it in to the hilt, feeling his balls rub against her ass.
Helen swung his legs over his waist, letting her cunt open wide. "Fuck me, Sammy!" she hissed in his ear. "Fuck me as fast as you can!"
He picked up the pace, pounding his poker in and out. Her wet walls sucked at him, urging him to go faster. What a pussy, he thought, driving deeper with each thrust.
Helen was in ecstasy. His big rod was driving her insane with passion. She could feel each lunge ramming at the back of her cavern. Her fingers raced up and down his spine, sliding to his ass and digging into the meaty flesh.
He started to blow his load. His balls pumped hot juice into her, twitching with each blast. Her heels kicked at his ass as she convulsed beneath him. Her chest surging forward, the stiff nipples of her tits pointing into his hairy chest.
He fell on top of her, breathing hard with his lips against her ear. They lay still for a moment, catching their breath, recovering from the intensity of their orgasms. Then he rolled off of her, grinning widely as he preened the juice from his huge dick with his hand.
Helen lit up a cigarette, still feeling very drunk. She heard the buzzer from the lobby and got up to press the button. After letting the unknown visitor into the building, she realized how foolish it was of her not to have asked who it was. She put on her robe and told Sammy she'd be back in a minute; closing the bedroom door behind her as she headed for the front hall of the apartment. I hope to hell it isn't Joey or Eddie, she thought, waiting by the front door.
She heard someone knock and opened the door. It was Eddie ... he gave her a sharp look, smellingthe alcohol on her breath. He could tell something was up by the nervous expression on her face. "You don't look very happy to see me," he said, trying to enter the apartment.
She blocked his way, blurting out something about not feeling well. Eddie looked down the hallway, seeing that the bedroom door was closed. "You don't have to lie to me. If you want me to get lost, just say so!" His face was turning red with anger.
"Yeah, I'm kind of busy at the moment," she said, not caring what he thought. Who the fuck was he anyway! The goddamned scoutmaster! She didn't need some wise prick cop checking up on her!
Eddie turned to leave and she slammed the door behind him. "I guess that's the last I'll see of him," she muttered under her breath, going back to the bedroom.
"Who was that?" Sammy asked, turning to her as she entered the room.
"A friend of mine ... make that an ex-friend of mine." She smiled, trying to push Eddie from her mind. Her thoughts turned to the big black stud on her bed. "Nothing to worry about. Let's get back to business." She coiled up beside him on the bed, running her hand down his stomach toward his beautiful big hard-on.
She put her face on his belly, letting the head of his cock brush against her lips. The long black shaft pulsed as she licked the tip like an ice cream cone. It tasted like a mixture of sperm and cunt juice.
Sammy pushed on the back of her hand, driving his prick into her mouth at the same time. It slid along her tongue, heading for the back of her throat. "That's it honey! Suck me off!"
Helen wrapped a hand around his balls, taking him into her mouth as far as she could. She gagged with four inches to go. God! What a moose, she thought, working her mouth faster. She squeezed his balls in rhythm with her bobbing head.
His hips bucked at her face, ramming his pole deeper with each stroke. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back his ejaculation. Her sucking felt great, he wanted it to last as long as possible.
Her lips raced on his shaft as she pumped his balls faster. She felt his hips arch with spasms, gobs of come spraying into her mouth. She sucked harder, draining his balls and swallowing every drop, gagging on the thickness of his pecker.
Sammy's legs relaxed as he drew deep breaths. He opened his eyes and looked at Helen. She was kneeling over him, smiling with come dripping from her chin. Wiping it off with her arm, she straddled his hips, rubbing her pussy on his softening cock.
The slippery skin of his dick felt great on her clit, as she worked her pelvis back and forth. "That's one sweet pecker you've got there, Sammy," she said, smiling down at him.
"Give it a minute to get hard again and I'll show you just how sweet it can be!" He laughed hard, grabbing her buns in his hands. His fingers sunk into the velvet of her flesh, making her squirm with delight. He could feel his cock getting harder and couldn't wait to get it back inside her snatch.
Helen's pussy hovered over his poker, waiting for it to get harder. She reached down and took it in her hand, feeling that it was ready. Holding it up like a flagpole, she rubbed her pussy lips against its tip. Then she drove her hips down on him, taking his rod all the way in. She gasped with excitement.
Sammy met her lunge, impaling her with full force. His pecker tingled with the feel of her hot, wet lips running up his shaft. He arched his back, slamming into her as she ground her hips back down on him.
She shivered with each thrust, riding him faster, her eyelids heavy with sex. She could feel his cock deep in her belly, the sensation was breathtaking.
He reached for her tits, stoking the nipples between his fingers. They stiffened to his touch, going from pink to red. He palmed her fleshy globes, pressing them into her chest, as he rammed her cunt. He moved his hips faster, watching her head roll from side to side.
Her back arched with tremors as an orgasm mounted in her loins. "Fuck my guts!" she screamed, bouncing on his prick with a delirious look on her face. Her body quaked as she swooned over him, grunting in climax.
He pumped harder, feeling his nuts about to blow. Squeezing her tits, he sprayed her cunt with creamy ball juice. He pistoned in and out of her, shooting time after time, until his nuts went limp.
Helen slowed down to a canter, riding him like a jockey on the victory lap. She whimpered softly, dragging her orgasm out as long as possible. Sammy looked up at her, chuckling over the intensity of her expression.
Then she got off him, cooing happily as she curled up next to him. The drinks had worn her out, she was exhausted. Sammy lay close to her until she fell asleep. Then he quietly got dressed and left the apartment.
Helen slept through to the next day. Her head pounded as she ran a hot bath. She figured Sammy must have left sometime yesterday afternoon or evening. The details of the previous day were not coming in very clearly. Her stomach twitched sourly as she tried to remember the number of drinks she had consumed. She had no idea.
She sat in the tub, letting the steamy water soak away the pain of her hangover. Her mind was blank.
She closed her eyes and tried to wish away her headache. The steam helped her push it from her head.
Adding more hot water from time to time, she stayed in for an hour or so. Her fingertips started to prune up before she got out. She felt much better, her brain was clearing, allowing her to collect her thoughts ... EDDIE! She had forgotten all about him, but now it was coming to her. What the fuck, she thought, he turned out to be a square anyway!
The library was another matter. She knew she was going to miss the money. It was expensive as hell to live in the Hudson Towers. Well, maybe she'd have to work more often for Joey. He would let her do anything she wanted.
As she ran the towel over her body, her thoughts drifted to Sammy. Her clit tingled as she pictured his long, fat pole. She had really dug it. Too bad he didn't leave his phone number. She finished drying off and put on her robe.
Going to the phone, she picked it up and called Joey. He was sorry to hear that she had lost her job at the library. So to console her, he offered an invitation to dinner. They made a date for eight at Rita's Restaurant and said goodbye.
Helen turned on the tv and went back to bed. Getting a reefer from the nightstand, she lit it up, drawing deeply as she played with the automatic channel changer. The shows flipped by, one after another: cartoons, soap operas, a yoga show and then she settled on a Cary Grant movie. "He's a handsome bastard!" she chuckled out loud. She spent the day getting stoned and catching three movies. There was no better way of shaking a hangover, as far as she was concerned.
She got out of bed around quarter of seven and went to the bathroom sink. The cold water felt good as she splashed it on her face. It would be good to see Joey tonight, she thought, drying her face and hands.
By the time she had finished getting ready, it was almost time to leave. She smoked a fast joint and went down to the lobby to get a cab. The doorman hailed her one and she rushed off to Rita's.
She met Joey in the lounge. He waved to her from over by the bar, asking her if she wanted a drink. At first she said no, then changed her mind and ordered a bloody mary.
They moved to a quiet booth at the side of the room, sitting close together as they talked. Finishing his drink, Joey motioned to the waitress for another. Helen stopped him, saying she was too hungry to have another drink.
"Let's go eat," he said, getting up and offering her his arm. They went into the dining room and were shown to a secluded corner table.
After ordering, Helen lit up a cigarette. She let the smoke spiral from her nostrils as she looked into Joey's eyes. "It looks like I'm going to be working more often for you than usual."
"That's fine with me. You know you're the best woman I have in the place. As a matter-of-fact, if you want to work five nights a week, I'll put you in charge of all the girls. You'll do the hiring and firing ... think you might be interested?"
"It sounds great, Joey! When do you want me to start?'
"How about tomorrow? I have some girls coming in around noon. I want to see some new faces in the place."
"Will I still be working the parties?"
"Only the ones you want to. You don't have to do any if you don't feel like it. I'll pay you six-hundred a week."
She leaned across the table and kissed him. "You're so good to me, Joey ... I'm glad you're my man." She sat down and grinned from ear to ear as dinner arrived.
After dinner, they went to the movie theater across the street. It was featuring a new X-rated flic about a girl and her horse. They took a couple of seats in the back. In the darkness of the theater, they felt virtually alone.
The coming attractions ended and the picture came on the screen. They watched the naked girl ride her horse across afield of daisies. Helen reached over, rubbing the front of Joey's pants. She felt his cock spring to attention.
The girl dismounted, and stroked the horse lovingly. Joey ran his hand under the hem of Helen's dress, stroking his way toward her pussy. She unzipped his fly, letting his cock get the night air. Quietly getting up from her seat, she removed her panties and put them in her purse. Then she sat down, spreading her legs wide for Joey's searching fingers. Her hand returned to his cock, stroking it lazily with her fingertips.
Joey parted her juicing pussy, sliding a couple of fingers inside. He heard her seat squeaking slightly, as she started to rock on his hand.
Helen got up from her seat again, sliding off his fingers. She sat down on his lap, letting his cock drill into her cunt. Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, she moved up and down on him. She watched the screen as they fucked. The girl was stroking the horse's cock. It kept getting bigger in her hands. By the time she started licking it, the thing had grown to about two feet.
Helen bobbed faster, jamming her drippy snatch onto his rod. She felt her stomach tighten as she started to come. She could feel his hot sauce spurting into her as his chin dug into her back. Bouncing through her orgasm, she sucked him dry. Then getting off him, she slumped in her seat to watch the rest of the movie.
As the credits rolled down the screen, they got up and left the theater. The heavy night air surrounded them as they reached the sidewalk. Helen took Joey's arm and they strolled a couple of blocks together, making plans for the next day. "Do you think you will want to audition the girls tomorrow?" he asked.
"What time should I be there?"
"Around noon would be nice."
"You can count on me, Joey. I can tell I'm going to like the new job. I know just what kind of girl you need."
"What kind is that?" he asked, with a smile.
"Girls that love sex, of course. The kind that will do it any time and any place. It's got to be more than work to them. It's got to be a need."
"You sound like you're on the right track. You can check it out tomorrow." Joey kissed her and hailed her a cab. He waved as the cab swept her uptown.
CHAPTER NINE
Helen arrived at Joey's office around eleven-thirty the next day. He greeted her warmly and they sat together behind the desk. He lit a joint and handed it to her, smiling as a cloud of smoke rushed from his mouth. "What do you say we check these girls out together."
"Why? Are you afraid I'm not going to do a good job?" She handed the reefer back to him, pretending to look a little hurt.
"No, it's nothing like that. I just thought we might be able to have some fun doing it together."
"It sounds good to me, Joey. When will they be here?"
"We're going to see three girls today, starting in about a half an hour. We have time to smoke some more pot and get in the proper mood for them."
They smoked a couple more joints, the excitement welling inside Helen. She liked the idea of being in command. The girls would have to do as she said, or they wouldn't get the job. She didn't want to be hard on them; she just wanted to make sure they would be right for the job.
The first girl came to the office around noon. She introduced herself as Monique. Her skin was pure and black, as if moonlight were shining from underneath it. Helen and Joey looked her up and down. She spun in slow circles for them, the curves of her body pressing tightly against her short dress.
"Could you take your clothes off for us?" Helen asked, with a look of enchantment on her face.
Monique taunted them, slowly undoing the buttons at the front of her dress. She pushed it from her shoulders, showing that she wore no bra. Her breasts were big and firm like melons. She cupped them in her hands, weighing them as she pinched her nipples.
Helen's pussy was getting wet as she watched. Monique's ashen skin radiated excitement through the room. Helen looked down at Joey's crotch, she could see that it was starting to bulge.
Monique let her dress fall to the floor. She kicked it out of the way, standing nude except for a pair of spiked heels. Her thighs full and rich, forming a fleshy vee from her pussy. The dark bush of hair between her legs glistened under the ceiling lights. Her fingers ran through her nest, slowly circling her clit.
Helen hiked her skirt up behind the desk, letting her hand go underneath the wispy lace of her panties. Joey smiled as he saw how worked up she was getting. Monique had him pretty excited, too. They watched as the black beauty rotated her hips, her fingers working at her clit.
Joey asked her to sit on the desk in front of them. Monique did as she was asked, sitting before their faces, her legs spread wide apart. Joey leaned into her snatch, tasting her juices with his lips. Helen rubbed her clit faster, her fingers were a blur beneath her panties. She leaned forward, joining Joey between the silk of the girl's thighs. Their cheeks brushed together, as they lapped at her clit.
Monique's ass danced on the desktop. She propped her arms behind her, pushing her drenched cunt at them. Joey stood up and unzipped his fly, taking his big dick in his hand. Helen moved out of the way, letting him get between Monique's legs. She took off her panties and climbed onto the desk, straddling Monique's face. A soft moan parted her lips, as she pressed her pussy against the girl's mouth. Joey rubbed his cock on her kinky black bush, feeling the tip run along the smooth juice of her lips. He slid it into her, exploring her tits with his hands.
Monique sucked on the pink bud of Helen's clit, the sensation of Joey's big cock making her twitch with pleasure. She reached up and grabbed the swells of Helen's buns, pulling her down onto her eager mouth.
Joey moved his hips faster, his balls bouncing on the meat of her ass. He pinched her nipples, feeling them grow long and hard between his fingers. His legs trembled as he started to come. He rammed her harder, his milky spunk squirting deep into her pussy.
Monique rolled Helen's clit in her lips, sensing she was making her come by the way it pulsed and stiffened. Helen slammed her pussy onto the girl's face, rocking through a delicious orgasm. Her auburn mane swung from side to side as she babbled in ecstasy.
Joey pulled out of her and sat down in his chair, watching Helen's ass bob on her face. Then Helen got off the desk, her cheeks flushed from the power of her climax.
Monique lay in front of them, her fingers returning to her love bud. She stroked herself with increasing speed, her legs flexing with spasms. A soft groan came from her throat as she reeled through an orgasm. Then she sat up and smiled at them. "What do you think of me?' she asked, sounding a little out of breath.
They obviously approved, telling her she could start work the next night. The three of them sat quietly for a few minutes, while Joey lit up a joint and passed it around.
After they finished talking business, Monique got dressed and left the office, telling the next girl to go in. Helen and Joey sat waiting for her, deciding they would only pick one of the remaining two girls. "Let's see them both at once," Helen said. "That way, it will be easier to decide." Joey went to the door and invited both of the girls inside.
Helen was delighted by what she saw. One of the girls was a tall blonde. Her slender build made her look young and innocent. The other was a robust brunette, dressed in black leather. The blonde introduced herself as Penny, smiling sweetly as she turned before Helen's gaze. The other girl said her name was Bernice.
Joey sat quietly beside Helen, letting her take control of the interview. She asked the girls to take their clothes off and they obeyed, stripping to the buff. She eyed them carefully, comparing their gorgeous bodies.
Her breath grew heavy as she watched Penny twirl around the floor. Her pert young tits swung softly as she danced to imaginary music. Her nipples stiffened to tiny pink points. Bernice stood solidly, watching Penny dance and realizing she was outclassed. Penny spun faster, her yellow pubic hair becoming a blur with the speed of her motions.
Helen looked at Joey, letting him know that her mind was already made up. He asked the girls to get dressed and thanked them, telling Penny to wait outside for a few minutes.
Bernice looked a little embarrassed as she got dressed and left.
After both girls had left the room, Helen turned to Joey with an excited grin. "Penny is something else! She's got so much energy, it makes my pussy drip to think about her!"
"Let's invite her back in then," he said with a laugh, as he went to the door and motioned her inside.
Helen offered her a seat in front of the desk and lit up a joint. "Would you Kke to work for us?' she asked, letting the smoke trickle from her nose and mouth. Her clit tingled as she looked at the girl's legs.
'Td love to!"
"Well, make me come and you've got the job." She stood up and came around from behind the desk.
"I've never made it with a woman before."
"There's a first time for everything," Helen said, standing close behind Penny's chair.
Penny stood up and turned to face her. She looked her straight in the eye as her fingers undid the buttons at the front of her dress. Helen watched her, growing more excited by the second.
Soon Penny was naked. She slid into Helen's embrace, running her hands along the small of her back. Finding the zipper at the rear of Helen's skirt, she slid it down and pushed the material from her hips, letting it fall to the floor.
Joey went back to his desk and lit up a joint, as he watched the show. Helen was nude from the waist down. Penny knelt between her thighs. Her hands played at the backs of her thighs, pulling the auburn pussy to her mouth.
Helen lunged downward, pushing the girl onto her back. "Eat me!" she said, grinding her pussy on Penny's face. Penny responded, pushing her tongue deep into the dribbling slot above her. Helen rocked on her, whimpering as her passion grew.
Penny dipped two of her fingers into the writhing snatch, feeling Helen's muscles tighten around them. She fucked them in and out, circling her clit with the wetness of her tongue. Helen bucked and grunted, her tits bouncing on her chest.
Penny licked her as fast as she could, sensing that it would make her come at any second. Helen's thighs tightened as an orgasm rumbled in ier groin. "Ahhhhhh!" she panted, riding at a full gallop. Then she slumped to the floor, falling off Penny's face.
Joey watched them, his pecker pulsing beneath the desk. He looked at Penny's open legs, the pinkness of her slit shining through the wisps of her golden nest. He got up and removed his pants.
Positioning himself between her legs, he pushed his dick into Penny's cunt. Helen smiled as she watched them fuck. She could see that the girl was really getting off on his enormous pole.
Joey reamed her like a race horse. The power of his thrusts making her groan with pleasure. Penny wrapped her legs around his ass, her head flung back, her eyes shut tightly, as she moaned for more. Her nipples hardened, the muscles on her stomach tightening with climax.
Joey couldn't hold back. Her pussy was sucking his cock with trembling spasms. He shot his load into her, the juice from his balls flooding her slot. He pumped with all his might, until his dick started to soften. Then he drew it out of her, sitting down on the floor with a big smile on his face.
After getting dressed, Joey told Penny she could start work the following night. She thanked them both and left the office. "She's going to be good!" Helen said, giving Joey a knowing look.
"Yeah, she's a real fox!"
They stayed around the office for another hour or so, smoking joints and talking about the club. Helen was very happy with her new job. She liked the idea of being in charge of the girls.
"Would you like to get some dinner?" she asked.
"No, I have some work to do. Go ahead and I'll see you tomorrow. We'll have to work out a schedule for the week."
Helen left the club, deciding to go uptown for dinner. She thought about the place on 42nd street where she had met Sammy. She got in a cab, hoping he would be there. He had told her that he spent a lot of time there. She thought about his big dick. It made her clit tingle just to imagine it.
She entered the lounge, surveying the room as she found a table. Sammy wasn't there. She shrugged off her disappointment and ordered something to eat. Oh well, she thought, guess I won't be getting that big dick tonight. Then she saw him come in with a friend. Her heart pounded at the sight of them.
Sammy saw her wave and came over to her table. He introduced her to his friend, saying his name was Billy. He was big, like Sammy, with smooth, black skin and a handsome smile. They sat down with her and ordered three drinks.
Helen could feel Sammy's knee brushing against hers under the table. Excitement welled in her loins, as she thought about having both men in her bed at once. "So, how have you been, Sammy?" she asked, trying to be cool about the situation.
"Real good! How 'bout you?"
"Fve been thinking about you since the last time we met. I had a great time," she said, smiling at both of them.
"Well, let's do it again. I know my friend wouldn't mind helping out." He chuckled, giving Billy a playful elbow in the ribs.
"It sounds real good. We can go up to my place after I eat." Helen's panties were drenched with the thought of their big dicks. She couldn't wait to feel them inside her.
Dinner came along with the drinks and she ate quickly, wanting to get home as soon as possible. The three of them laughed and talked while she finished her meal. Billy's eyes checked out her tits as he undressed her in his mind. He had heard about her from Sammy and couldn't wait to get a piece of the action.
Soon she was finished. They paid up and left the lounge, heading for the street. Billy lead them to his car, a brand new Continental parked a couple of blocks away. He unlocked the doors and all three of them got in the front seat. Helen sat between them and gave directions to the Hudson Towers.
Sammy's hand smoothed the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs a little, letting him get at her pussy. He fingered her clit through the lace of her panties, as Billy drove faster.
Soon they were in her bedroom taking off their clothes. Helen was naked first and went to the night table for a joint. The three of them sat on the edge of the bed, smoking the reefer as they talked.
"Lady, you're the hottest fox I've met in a long time!" Sammy smiled as he handed the joint back to her. "You're going to dig this chick, Billy, she's somethin' else!"
Helen put the joint in the ashtray and laid down on the bed. The two stallions surrounded her, their cocks were long and hard as they closed in from either side. Helen took hold of both dicks, stroking them softly with her fingers. Sammy's felt a little bigger than Billy's, but they were both huge.
Billy moved down out of her reach, kissing his way across her stomach. Sammy's hands pushed on her tits, rubbing the nipples with his palms. She stroked his cock faster, feeling it thump in her grip.
Billy buried his face between her legs, pushing her thighs far apart with his hands. The musty smell of her snatch made his nostrils widen. He probed her slit with his tongue, licking toward her clit.
Her clit wriggled under his face as she pulled Sammy's prick to her mouth. The big purple knob shined as she kissed it wetly with her soft lips. She opened her mouth wide and sucked it in. It pulsed on her tongue as she pulled him deeper.
Sammy slowly pumped her face, savoring the feel of her warm mouth. He looked down at Billy and smiled, watching him dive into her muff. Pushing further into her mouth, he heard her gag and eased it back out a little.
Helen sucked harder on his big dick, clamping her hand onto his nuts. She could feel them getting ready to shoot and rammed her mouth farther up his shaft. His creamy juice spilled into her throat, making her gag because of the amount. Sammy pulled it out of her mouth and laid down to relax.
Billy got up from between her legs and climbed on top of her. She took his cock in her hand and guided him inside. It slid in easily, sending a shiver through her body. He drew it out and slid in again, driving it to the hilt.
She wrapped her legs around his butt and pulled him in deeper. Billy gave it to her full force, picking up the tempo as he went along. She fingered her clit while he fucked her, adding to the wonderful sensation. With her other hand, she stroked his ass, urging him to go faster.
Billy could feel his pecker about to explode, as he rode her with blinding speed. His ass tightened with spasms as he filled her cunt with pearly spunk. She grunted beneath him, rubbing he relit faster to catch up with him. Her chest surged forward as she moaned through her orgasm. "Oooooooo, don't stop! Fuck me forever!"
Billy's spent member softened as he pulled out of her. Sammy took his place, pushing between her drippy lips. He impaled her on his cock, feeling it slam against the back of her cunt. "Mmmmmmmm," she murmured, "fuck me fast!"
He moved with speed, giving her a first class reaming. His balls slapped against her ass, while he drove his cock deeper and deeper. He could feel her finger probing at his ass-hole. It felt good as it wormed inside.
Helen finger-fucked his butt, driving it into him harder as she started to come. Her back arched, pushing her stiff nipples into his chest. She bit his neck, squealing with pleasure.
Sammy groaned low and sexy, his pecker blasting sperm into her pussy. He humped her until his cock ran dry, then he pulled out. Helen was panting, her cheeks were flushed.
Billy rolled her on her back and spit into his palm. He spread the saliva on her squirming ass-hole, then spit again and covered his shaft with it. Slowly, he worked it into her. The tight, ring of her anus felt great on his dick.
Helen grunted, fearing that her hole would split from the size of him. She started to relax as she felt it stretching to accommodate him. Her fingers stroked at her clit, the big rod sinking deeper into her ass. She bit into a pillow, muffling her groans of excitement.
Sammy was hard again and told Billy to roll Helen onto her side. He got in front of her, sucking her tits for a while, before putting his pecker between her legs.
Helen screamed out with pleasure as she felt him enter her cunt. The two big dicks slammed in and out of her, making her quake from head to toe. "Oooooo, fuck my guts!" she crooned, rubbing her clit as fast as she could. She could feel Billy's sperm pumping into her ass; it was warm and slippery.
Sammy fucked faster, his hands squeezing the soft flesh of her tits. He couldn't believe how good she was in the sack. This chick could handle anything, he though, ramming it home again.
"Let's come together!" she panted, feeling Billy pull out of her ass. She rolled on top of Sammy and started to ride. He looked up at her with a grin and pumped her with everything he had. The juice from her pussy ran down his shaft onto his balls, as he slammed it in. He grabbed her by the ass and held on tight, blowing his load into her with sharp, grunting thrusts.
Helen's mane danced at her shoulders, as she bounced on his spurting dick. Her finger threatened to wear right through her clit, while she wailed to a climax. She came so strong it almost knocked her out, causing her to collapse on Sammy's chest.
He held her tight, laughing as he stroked her buns. She lay quietly on him for a long time, then rolled off onto her back. She was exhausted. Her limbs felt heavy and soft, she didn't want to move.
Billy and Sammy watched her drift off to sleep, chuckling quietly as they slipped into their clothes and left the apartment, silently closing the door behind them.
Helen awoke alone about an hour later. She lit up a cigarette and sat up in bed. She blew smoke from her nose, as she thought about the two big studs that had made her feel so good. Man, those guys knew what a pecker was made for!
After Helen took a bath, she went back to bed and turned on the tv The day's fucking had really taken its toll on her and soon she drifted into dreamless sleep ...
CHAPTER TEN
The following day Helen met Joey in his office after lunch. They sat behind the desk going over the roster of girls and putting the schedule together for the week. The addition of Monique and Penny brought the total to ten girls that Helen was in charge of. She had worked with most of them at one time or another, so she had an idea of what they were good at.
They looked through the list of parties for the week. Assigning one or two girls to each, depending on the number of men in the party. Helen decided she would work with Penny that night. They would be taking care of a rock band from Detroit called The Road Rats. Penny seemed so young and fragile, she wanted to be there to make sure everything went all right.
Penny also needed a dressing room. Helen figured her own room would be big enough for two, if they put another dressing table in it. She liked the idea of spending time with Penny. The slender blonde really turned her on.
After she and Joey had finished scheduling the week, they sat back and relaxed. Helen felt good about the way things were going. With Joey's help, she would have the routine down in no time. She smiled sweetly at him as he lit a joint and passed it to her. "Things are going to be great for us once we get the ball rolling. Don't you think so, Joey?"
"You bet they will! We've got new girls and anew lady in charge. The place will be better than ever!" He leaned toward her, planting a soft kiss on her mouth. "Soon you won't need my help with the schedule and then you'll really be in charge."
Helen got up from her seat and straddled his lap, kissing him deeply on the mouth. She felt good all over. Some pretty crazy events had taken place in her life as of late, but everything was working out for the best.
Joey stroked her buns, pinching its flesh lightly between his fingers as they kissed. He brought his hands around to the front of her dress and weighed the firm globes of her tits. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, running her fingers through his hair.
Joey let his hands move down to her thighs, slipping underneath the hem of her dress toward her panties. The air between her legs was warm from body heat. He could feel the moistness of her bush soaking through her panties.
Helen got off his lap and giggled like a little girl as she stepped out of her dress. She draped it over a chair and stood before him in her panties and bra. Joey eyed her up and down, the bulge growing in his pants. "Come on, honey!" she coaxed, "take your clothes off, too!"
Joey stood up and stripped down to his boxer shorts. His big pole made them flare open like a pup-tent. She chuckled as she knelt in front of him pulling the shorts down his legs. His dick hung in front of her face, the tip throbbing big and purple. She drew it into her mouth, savoring its sweaty flavor.
Joey played with her hair as he pushed into her mouth. The first sex of the day always felt the best. The blood rushed to his groin as her tongue ran along his shaft. He pushed deeper, feeling his knob hit the back of her throat.
Helen cupped his nuts, bouncing them on her palm while she sucked. Her lips traveled the length of his shaft, making his legs tremble with excitement. She sucked faster, feeling his balls contract in her hand. Reaching around behind him, she pinched his ass as sperm started to shoot from his member.
Joey rocked against her face like a wild man, orgasm blasting through his taut body. She took him all the way in, swallowing every drop of his come. Then she pulled away, letting him slump onto the desk. She sat down for a moment, giving him time to recover, but her pussy was ready for some action.
Soon Joey was hard again and ready to fuck. She draped herself across the desk, arching her butt high in the air with her feet on the floor. "Put it in me Joey, I need a good fucking!"
He moved in behind her, letting his pecker brush the lips of her pussy. They were drenched with juice, making it easy for him to enter. He slid all the way in, hearing her grunt with each inch. Backing out to the edge, he rammed in harder, slapping his balls on her clit. She shivered under him, arching the small of her back. Joey got a rhythm going, picking up the pace from time to time.
She squealed with pleasure, sensing the approach of her climax. Raising her buns as high as she could, Helen lunged back onto his pole, writhing as lights flashed behind her eyes. "Oh God! I'm commmmmming!"
Joey reamed her as fast as his hips would move, trying to catch up and come at the same time. His stomach tightened as the pearly cream spewed from his pecker. His eyes dropped shut, while he grabbed her hips for traction. He fucked her with everything he had, slumping onto her back as the orgasm dropped out from under him.
They stayed together on the desk for a moment, panting as they tried to catch their breath. Then Joey got off her, returning to his chair. He sat, looking into her drooling snatch as she remained on the desk.
Helen pushed herself up and turned to face him. "You're still the best fuck in town, Joey!" She smiled warmly and sat down next to him. "I needed something to warm me up for that rock band tonight."
Joey lit up another reefer and handed it to her. "Yeah, the time really flew by this afternoon. Penny should be coming in soon."
"It's going to be fun showing her the ropes. I really get off on the way she looks."
They got dressed and smoked a couple more joints before Penny arrived. The room was filled with a heavy haze of reefer, when they heard a quiet knock at the door. "Come on in!" Joey bellowed, dropping the last of a joint into the ashtray.
Penny walked into the office and smiled at them as she said hello. Joey offered her a seat and they talked for a while before Helen decided to show her the dressing room. She came around from behind the desk and led her out of the office.
Once inside the dressing room, Helen told her about the rock band they would be working with that night. Penny seemed a little shy as she asked what they would have to do.
"Don't worry about it," Helen said, taking her hand and looking softly into her eyes. "This job can be a lot of fun, once you get the hang of it!" She squeezed her fingers reassuringly. "I've had a lot of good times here."
Penny started to relax and asked when they would go on.
"We've got about a half hour before things get rolling." Helen lit a cigarette and sat down at the dressing table. "We'll have to share this table until they put another one in. There's plenty of room for the both of us."
Penny stripped off her clothes and started looking through the costumes. Helen watched her intently. The sight of Penny's ripe young body made her clit stiffen with passion. "Why don't you try on that cowboy outfit? The boys love it when you shoot off the pistols."
"That sounds like fun," Penny said, picking up the chaps and the six-shooters. She put them on, slinging the guns low on her hips and turned to Helen. "How do I look?"
"Good enough to eat!" she said, looking her up and down hungrily. Her eyes stopped at the smooth swells of Penny's tits. "You're going to do just fine."
Helen stepped out of her dress and went through the costumes. She pulled out a gold lame mini-dress and asked Penny what she thought of it.
"It's beautiful!" she cooed, looking as much at Helen's body as she did at the dress.
Helen raised her arms, sliding the dress over her head. She could feel Penny's eyes burning at her nakedness as she straggled with the dress, finally popping her head out of its collar.
She went back to the dressing table and lit up a joint, handing it to Penny. "It's nice to get high before going on. It adds an extra kick!"
They smoked the reefer and Penny put on the leather bikini top of her outfit as they got ready to go on. Helen saw the look of excitement on the girl's face. It brought new excitement to her also. It was going to be great working with this young fox, she thought, opening the door and leading Penny toward the function room.
They entered through the stage door, greeted by whistles and shouts from The Road Rats and their friends. Helen counted heads. The audience consisted of the five band members and six more of their roadies. They all looked pretty high, hanging around the bar and chugging down whiskey and beer. The room also smelled strongly of reefer. So Helen figured the boys must be feeling pretty good.
She stood close to Penny and started dancing with her when the music came on. The boys turned away from the bar and got ready to watch the show. They whistled loudly as the girls embraced.
Helen intertwined with Penny, kissing her with wet lips. Penny's eyes closed as their tongues met. She reached into her holsters, drawing the pistols over her head and firing, swept up in the passion of Helen's kiss.
The boys loved it. "I'm gett'n ready to shoot off myself!" One of the band members yelled, chugging another beer. "Show us some skin, girls!"
Penny put the guns back in the holster and unbuckled it from her waist, kicking it out of the way after it hit the floor. Helen reached for the front of Penny's bikini top, undoing the snap between her tits. It flew open, revealing her beautiful young globes to the howling spectators. The nipples hardened with excitement.
Helen quickly removed her own dress and stood nude, proudly shaking her body to the music. She turned back to Penny, watching her hips swing from side to side in the tight leather chaps.
Kneeling down in front of her, Helen undid the buckle at Penny's waist. "Eat her!" someone screamed, as she pulled the pants down her long, shapely legs. Penny stood over her, shaking her naked hips, offering her pussy to Helen. Shestepped out of the chaps and kicked them across the floor.
Helen reached for her ass, pulling the girl onto her face. The sweet aroma of blonde pussy filled her head. She parted the musty hairs with her tongue, searching for the pink bud of her clit.
Penny's nipples were hard as rocks. She rotated her hips on Helen's tongue, squirming with delight. The boys came up to the stage for a better look. They egged the girls on, shouting loudly over the music.
Helen cupped Penny's buns in her hands, feeling them quiver as she sucked on her clit. She parted the cheeks of her ass, caressing the tight ring of the girl's ass-hole. Sucking harder, she probed a finger into her wriggling butt.
Penny went wild, bouncing between the finger in her ass and the wet lips on her clit. Her torso writhed as she started to come. Her head rolled loosely on her shoulders as a long groan shot from her open mouth.
Helen stood up and invited the boys onto the stage. "Come and get it!" she hollered, standing with her legs wide open. The crowd climbed onto the stage, dividing themselves between the two women.
Helen threw Penny a fur rug and rolled one out for herself. She laid down and let the men surround her. Their hands covered her body instantly. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting her legs spread far apart. The rough hands felt good as they palmed her heaving chest. She could feel someone's tongue darting against her swollen clitoris. "Eat me!" she groaned, grabbing a handful of long hair.
Penny rolled on the floor, moaning as a stiff prick entered her juicy slot. She opened her eyes, seeing the big roady pumping between her legs. Rocking her hips in time with the music, she met each thrust while taking two cocks in her hands. They were both long and meaty, she couldn't wait to see them shoot.
Helen got on her knees and let the boys fuck her doggie style, while the rest waited their turn for a blow job. She took the stiff poker in her mouth, letting her tongue run around its head. From the way it pulsed, she could tell it was going to explode any second. He must have been on the road a long time, she thought, ramming her mouth down further on the shaft. She grabbed onto his balls, pumping them in her fist as the creamy sperm filled her mouth.
Penny's cunt milked a cock for all it was worth, while she continued to stroke the hard-ons in her hands. She drew them close to her mouth as the boys started coming at the same time. Streams of spunk splashed on her lips and rolled down her chin as she stroked them with all the speed she could muster.
Helen moved on to the next cock in line. Her ass bucked under a deep fuck as she lowered her mouth onto another big pecker. The Road Rat at her cunt let out with a war hoop as his juice sprayed into her quivering snatch. She drove down on the stiff rod in her mouth as she felt the sperm coating the inner walls of her pussy. Lightly tickling the balls in front of her, she raced her lips up and down the shaft. It grew hard as steel in her mouth, ramming past her back teeth into her throat.
Penny took two cocks in her mouth at once. The men knelt at either side of her head, pushing past her straining lips. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, a muffled grunt squirting from her throat, as another Road Rat piled into her dripping slot. She worked all three of them at once, trying to set up a four-way orgasm.
Helen sucked faster on the cock as the last roady in her group entered her from behind. She had been holding back her orgasm, letting it build to a feverish pitch. She knew it would be intense if the three of them could come together. Taking the pumping member into her throat, she held his nuts tightly, keeping him from coming until the roady at the rear was ready. With the speed of his thrusts at her pussy, she knew he wouldn't last long.
Penny's cheeks bulged with cock as she felt them start to come. She bucked faster at the rod in her cunt, gagging and squealing as she wailed through a powerful climax. Hot ball juice rushed into her throat, the boys at her face ramming in unison. The Road Rat in her pussy reamed her to the hilt as his balls contracted in spasms. He pistoned in and out, filling her tunnel with warm slippery come. The four of them trembled together, then collapsed into a heap on the floor.
Helen had them ready to come. The balls in her hand pumped in vain as she clamped her fingers tightly around the skin above them, not allowing the juice to escape. It was an old trick she had learned in charm school. She felt the roady's pace quicken at her cunt and let go of the pumping nuts in her hand. It seemed like quarts of sperm were blasting into her throat, as the guy bucked wildly beneath her mouth. Hearing the roady behind her grunt like a pig as his prick shivered in her cunt, she stopped holding back and let herself come. She fell face first into the lap in front of her, babbling incoherently as she quaked through the delicious come fit.
She lay in a daze with her eyes closed, not wanting the tremors to stop. This was everything she could ever want. All the cock she could handle and a health plan, too. Joey's place provided for every need she had. The strong smell of male crotch filled her nostrils, as she floated in a daydream of single-minded happiness. She could never get enough . ...
