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Passion Sitting Pretty ....(98k)    by Ash Es

BOOK II

Chapter One

It all began with the plane crash. Well, not quite. It started before that with Russell Crawford's phone calls. No, that isn't right either. I guess it really began when I found the snookered tomato in my car.

And she was a hell of a well built tomato.

There hadn't been anything special about the evening up until then. I'd had a few drinks in the bar, just sitting and enjoying the feeling of relaxing. I'd been pounding the typewriter pretty hard the last few days, but I knew what I had turned out was good and my publisher was going to like it. And that was fine with me because it kept those lovely checks coming. But I'd promised myself this was going to be a night off, a time to unwind and let some of the tension drain out. A time to forget about my work and soak up a few drinks. And I'd spent the evening doing exactly that.

Of course, I'd been doing something else too while I was enjoying my drinks. Like keeping a careful eye peeled for any promising looking chicks that might wander into the place.

After all, relaxing means more than just stopping work and pouring some drinks down your throat. Relaxing is an art. You work hard for a period of time and the pressure and tension build up, and you have to let it out. But the pressure isn't just in your mind. It's in your body too. And your prick. Well, it affects my prick like that, anyway. It sort of stiffens up when it doesn't get used for a while."

So I knock off from my work for an evening and that helps me relax. And I have a few drinks and that helps some more. But there's nothing like a good piece of ass to complete the process and drain off all the pressure and make a new man out of me.

So I was keeping an eye open for a chick.

But it seemed to be an off night and there wasn't anything that interested me. The only cunt in the place was a faded redhead who was so scrawny she didn't have any shape at all. And she looked so dried up it didn't seem like there would be any juices left in her body, and screwing her would be like sticking your cock into a dry hole. Some fat little bald guy finally bought her a drink and they left together a little later. I mentally wished him luck. I like my sex, but the girl has to be more appealing than that redhead was or it isn't much fun.

But I finally decided I wasn't going to find anything more appealing. Well, the hell with it. I wasn't so hard up that I had to take the first thing that came along, and maybe tomorrow night would be better. I was entitled to another evening to complete my process of relaxing.

I went outside and climbed into my car.

And blinked at the girl.

God only knows where she came from or what she was doing in my car, but there she was at the other end of the seat from me. Her long legs were stretched out in front of her and her head was tilted backward on the back of the seat. She was asleep. I got a little whiff of her breath in the closed-up car and realized she'd been drinking.

She wasn't a bad looking chick at all. In fact, it only took me a moment to decide she was really built. Her blouse bulged nicely where her breasts shoved against the fabric. And her skirt had ridden quite high, revealing her firm trim thighs. Altogether, she was a definite improvement over the scrawny dried-up redhead in the bar.

I wondered just how drunk she was and what I was going to do with her. I knew what I wanted to do with her, but it was a question of how to go about it. With her asleep like that, I could maybe get into position and have my prick inside of her before she woke up. Or I could pull her head down on my lap and get my cock into her mouth. But that didn't particularly appeal to me. If she was drunk enough that she didn't even wake up, it wasn't going to be much fun screwing her. I don't get any kick out of banging cold meat. Neither would I get much of a blowjob out of it if she didn't even wake up. But on the other hand, if she did wake up with my prick in her pussy or her mouth and if she wasn't in a receptive frame of mind, that wouldn't be too good either. She might scream like hell and I was parked on a main street and-no, that could definitely lead to complications.

Baffled, I stared at her. Her tits slowly rose and fell with her breathing. Maybe it was the memory of the scrawny redhead, but I suddenly wondered whether the intriguing bulges in this babe's blouse were caused by the real thing or whether Mother Nature had had a little artificial help. I put a hand on her breast and squeezed. I couldn't be absolutely certain, feeling through her bra like that, but I've had enough experience at feeling tits that I was willing to give odds it was all her own lovely flesh in her bra and no padding.

I squeezed again just to make sure, and that's when I noticed her eyes were open and she was looking at me. I slowly took my hand off her breast and stared back at her. She seemed to be having a little difficulty in focusing her eyes.

And when she spoke it was kind of a mumble that wasn't very clear. It seemed she was saying something about her "antics."

"What?"

She tried again and it came out better. "Where're my panties?"

"Oh, your panties."

"Where are they?"

"Uh-well-I don't know. Where do you usually keep them?"

"They're gone."

"Gone?"

She suddenly tugged her skirt higher and I saw that her panties were indeed gone. At least she wasn't wearing them. In the dim light that filtered into the car I could see the unbelievably thick bush of her cunthair. God, she had a hairy crotch!

"See?" she mumbled.

I leaned a little closer. "See what?"

She yanked the skirt even higher. "My panties-they're gone."

I nodded solemnly. "Yeah, they're gone-that's for sure."

"That's what I said."

"Well, I couldn't tell at first. I thought you were wearing a fur g-string or something."

She giggled. "I can't help it if I have so much hair on my pussy." Then she frowned at me. "Aren't you Raymond?"

"No, I'm Marty-Marty Nolan."

She thought that over. "Oh. My name's Claire. I guess I got in the wrong car. You haven't seen my panties anywhere, have you?"

"No."

"That bastard Raymond took them and left me here."

Whoever Raymond was, it didn't seem to me he was exceptionally bright. If I got a girl's panties off, I sure as hell wouldn't leave without fucking her. Or, on second thought, maybe Raymond had fucked her and kept her panties as a souvenir. A guy can't cut notches in his cock for every girl he screws, so maybe taking her panties was a way of keeping score.

"How'd he get your panties?" I asked.

She giggled again. "I took them off for him."

That was an interesting thought. A girl who takes her panties off for a guy is my kind of girl.

She'd let her skirt drop down again to cover her cunt, but I swept my eyes over the rest of her body again. Her full breasts. Her trim thighs and long legs. Yes, indeed, Claire was my kind of girl. I grinned at my discriminating sense of good taste in passing up the scrawny redhead in the bar.

"That bastard Raymond," said Claire. "I'll never get my pan ties back."

"Well, why don't we forget about him? Let's- uh- take a little ride."

I knew a place in the park, a nice quiet spot that was thickly wooded and would probably be deserted this late in the evening. Even if there were a couple of other people around, they'd be there for the same reason and we wouldn't bother each other.

I didn't know whether Claire was reading my mind, but it almost seemed like it. She dropped her head on the back of the seat again and yawned.

"I'm sleepy," she said. "Would you take me home?"

"Uh-well-I sort of had some other plans for us."

She rested her hand on my thigh and slid it up almost to my crotch. I could feel the warmth of her hand through my pants.

"Please?" she asked.

I sighed. "Okay. Where do you live?"

"A hotel."

"Which one?"

"The big one with the glass doors."

"What the hell do you mean-the big one with the glass doors? There's a lot of them like that. What's the name of the place?"

She yawned again. "I can't remember,"

"Oh, for Christ's sake!"

"The hell with it. Do you live somewhere?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll go to your place."

Things looked better again. My house probably had more possibilities than the park. If she wasn't too damn sleepy when I got her inside, or maybe after she had a short nap-well, hell, one way or the other I ought to get something out of it.

I started the car and pulled away from the curb.

Her hand slid a little further and rested on my prick.

"I like you," she mumbled.

I started to tell her the feeling could be mutual, but she was asleep again.

It's a hell of a way to drive, with a girl's hand lying on your cock. But I wasn't really objecting. My prick was tingling and the pressure of her hand felt good, and I squeezed my thighs together to keep her hand from slipping away.

A light turned red just in front of me and I had to come to a quick stop, but it didn't bother Claire. Looking at her while I waited for the light to change, it occurred to me that I ought to make an effort to get her mind on something aside from sleep.

So I tugged her skirt up and poked my finger in her cunt.

I couldn't get it 'in very far, the way she was sitting with her legs together. But I worked at it for a few seconds and my finger brushed her clit. That woke her up. She looked down' at my hand on her crotch and I wondered if she was going to raise hell.

Instead she peered at me kind of bleary-eyed. "Every time you find a girl asleep, do you go sticking a finger in her pussy?"

I grinned. "Only if she has her panties off."

"That bastard Raymond stole my panties." Suddenly she was annoyed at me as well as Raymond. "What have you got-a short finger? Can't you get it any further into me than that?"

"Not when you keep your legs together that way."

"Oh."

She opened her legs. I sank my finger into her cunt as deep as I could get it, then worked it in and out of her.

"That's nice," she murmured.

I felt her fingers tugging at my zipper and the next instant she slipped her hand inside my pants and her fingers curled around my cock.

Behind me a horn honked and I saw the light had turned green. I started up again and after a few seconds I twisted my head to look at Claire. She was asleep again. Jesus, this was some tomato I'd come up with. With my prick in her hand and my finger in her pussy, she goes to sleep on me. I was going to have a hell of a time getting anything out of her unless I could get her interested in staying awake. I drove with one hand while I kept jabbing my finger in and out of her cunt and toying with her clit, but it didn't seem to help. At least it didn't wake her up, though it may have given her pleasant dreams, judging from the way she smiled once or twice.

But if she wasn't getting excited, I sure as hell was. Her fingers were still curled around my cock. Her hand was warm and soft, and the tightness of my pants pressed her fingers hard against my prick. It was throbbing like mad. Throbbing and swelling. Yeah, I was getting one hell of a hardon. From a tomato who couldn't even stay awake. Son of a bitch!

By the time I finally pulled in my garage, my prick was swollen to its full size and was never going to get any bigger and harder than it was now. I shut off the motor and looked at Claire, I was damned if I was going to carry her inside and upstairs to the bedroom, She was going to have to wake up and move under her own power.

I teased her cunt some more but got no results so I decided I'd have to try something else. I unbuttoned her blouse, then reached down inside the back to unsnap her bra. I pulled the blouse open, shoved the loose bra up and stared at her bare breasts in the light from the dashboard. She had a real pair of tits on her. Big and squashy. And maybe my finger in her pussy had been giving her some pretty erotic dreams at that, because her nipples stood out firm and erect.

I stroked her breasts and squeezed them, gently pinching the nipples. Dropping my head, I licked her nipples, then pulled them between my lips and sucked them greedily. I even bit them with my teeth but that didn't wake her up either.

I groaned in frustration. My cock throbbed and my balls ached so insistently I was half tempted to fuck her right there in the -car while she was sleeping. But I still wanted her awake, damn it, because that would be a hell of a lot better than just sticking it into her while she was out cold.

Well, there was one other thing that might wake her up.

I pulled her hand out of my pants, then struggled to get my rigid prick out. When I 'finally got it free it jutted straight up in the air. Then I pulled Claire toward me, dropping her head toward my lap. I opened her mouth as I lowered her head and eased her mouth down on my cock. I dropped her head further. My prick poked between her lips and I felt her teeth scraping on it. Still I lowered her head until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. Then I even pushed her head down a little further.

That did it. She choked twice and raised herself up with a funny gurgle in her throat.

"Jesus!" she gasped. "Do you always go around choking girls with that thing?"

"Only as a last resort when I'm trying to wake them up."

"Okay-so I'm awake."

"Good. Let's go inside."

I unlocked the door from the garage into the kitchen, then steered her in the dark through the house and upstairs. Only when I switched on the light in the bedroom did she finally realize her blouse was wide open and her bra was dangling and her tits were fully exposed.

She sighed. "I guess you had yourself quite a time while I was asleep, huh?"

"It was okay for starters. You're really built, baby."

"Thanks." Her eyes focused on my prick that still jutted upward out of my pants. "And you're pretty well hung. My God, no wonder it choked me! You ought to watch out, the way you stick a thing that size in a girl's mouth'"

"No other girl ever complained."

"Maybe they weren't as sleepy as I am."

She slipped off her blouse and bra. In the full light arid with her naked except for the skirt, I got an even better look at her breasts. And they were really worth looking at. Two firm lush mounds, each one tipped with a hard dark nipple.

She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, her tits dangling and swaying as she bent forward. Completely naked now, she raised her arms above her head and stretched. If she had any awareness of her nudity or of the way I was staring at her, she didn't show it. All she did was yawn.

She nodded at the bed. "Is that where I'm going to sleep?"

"That's where you're going to lie down, baby. But you're not going to go to sleep just yet."

She crawled onto the bed and curled up. For a moment I eyed her bare ass that pointed at me, then realized what was happening.

"Goddamn it!" I snarled, and tore off my clothes.

But I was too late. She was asleep.

For a long minute I stood looking down at her naked body. Her breasts moved ever so slightly with her breathing and I remembered the feel of them in my hands. And I remembered my finger in her cunt. My cock still throbbed and my balls : ached, and now with both of us naked in the bedroom I was sure as hell going to do something about it.

I marched into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then I came back, scooped her off the bed and walked into the shower with her.

She sputtered and yelped, and when I decided she was wide enough awake that wouldn't collapse I stood her on her feet and started soaping her body.

"You bastard," she gurgled. "First you choke me-now you drown me."

I grinned. "You're not drowning, baby-just waking up."

I rubbed her tits, my soapy hands gliding smoothly over her soft skin. Then I stroked down over her belly, caressing the curve of her hips and finally rubbing my hand between her thighs on her crotch. Her thick bush of cunt hair was plastered wetly to her body and a heavy lather built up as I stroked it. After a moment she slid her feet apart, spreading her thighs for me, and once again I got my finger in her pussy.

That seemed to wake her up a little more and she reached for my prick. I had the water running pretty hot because I didn't want any cold water shriveling my harden. My cock still waved stiffly in front of me and she grabbed it with both hands. Her fingers were gentle and experienced as they stroked up and down the length of my prick. The way she did it was exciting as hell and the slipperiness of the soap on her hands made it even more tantalizing. I worked my finger in her cunt a little longer while she played with my cock, then decided I couldn't let her do much more of that or it was going to spoil everything.

Still, I wanted to make sure she was really awake and that a hot shower didn't just lull her back to sleep. So I waited another minute until all the soap had washed off us. Then I suddenly stepped out of the shower, turning the water to cold as I ducked out from under it.

"Jesus!" she screeched.

She gulped and gasped for an instant, apparently rooted to the spot. Then she dove out of the shower so fast she would have fallen if I hadn't caught her. I grinned and started to dry her with a towel.

"That was a lousy fucking trick," she snapped.

"Sorry, baby. I just wanted to make sure you didn't go to sleep on me again."

Dry, we headed back to the bedroom.

"Well," she sighed. "I'm sure as hell not going to get any sleep until you get rid of that hard on, So you might as well screw me and get it over with."

"You got the message, sweetheart. Lie down."

She stretched out on the bed and shivered. "Goddamn it, you nearly froze me to death!"

"I'll warm you up, baby."

I stretched on top of her. Her skin was still cool and I wondered, if it was going to generate steam from the throbbing heat of my prick as it lay up along her stomach, squashed between our bodies.

I seized her breasts, squeezing them roughly so the soft flesh was bunched up cone-shaped, and I dropped my head and licked "her nipples. In a moment they were as hard and swollen as before. I drew one of them into my mouth and sucked it.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "That feels good."

"Getting warmed up?"

She squirmed beneath me. "You'd better believe it."

"See if this gets you a little warmer."

I slid my body lower and reached down to open her cuntlips. She threw her legs wide apart and I nudged the tip of my cock into her pussy.

"Nice," she breathed. "Get it all the way in me."

Then the telephone rang.

I swore under my breath ... What dumb son of a bitch would be calling me at this time of night? Whoever it was, he could go fuck himself. If he wanted to talk to me badly enough, he could call me back in the morning.

I slid my prick further into Claire's cunt.

"Aren't you going to answer the phone?" she asked.

"Screw the phone."

"Answer it. The goddamn thing bothers me, ringing like that."

"Oh, for Christ's sake!"

I yanked my cock out of her pussy, climbed off the bed and stamped across the room. It was a damn stupid arrangement with the phone on the bureau, and I'd been meaning to have it moved to the nightstand beside the bed but had never gotten around to it. So now some prick calls me while I'm trying to screw a girl and-

I snatched up the phone and snarled into it. "Hello!"

"Marty? This is Russ Crawford."

"Yeah?"

"I was trying to get you all evening but-"

"I was out."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry to bother you but I have to talk to you."

I looked across the room at Claire, just in time to see her yawn and curl up in a tight ball.

"Call me in the morning," I snapped at Russ, and hung up.

I scurried back to the bed and shook Claire. She mumbled in protest but I kept shaking her.

"Wake up, baby. You're about to get laid, remember?"

Her eyes came open half way. "Go ahead and fuck me. Just do it quietly and let me sleep."

"Like hell. I want you awake, sweetheart."

I wrenched her legs apart, got above her and again poked the tip of my cock into her cunt. Only this time I didn't risk any effort to slide into her slowly. I hunched my hips forward and slammed all the way into her pussy with one hard shove.

Her eyes opened wide. "Jesus, you're big!"

"You're awake enough to tell, huh?"

She wiggled her hips and murmured appreciatively. "Mmm, lovely. With a prick that big inside of me, I think I'd better stay awake."

"Good."

"Fuck me, big boy-fuck me hard."

So I fucked her hard. And deep. It had taken me too damn long to get my cock inside of her and now I was going to make up for lost time. I started right off with a fast rhythm and rammed my prick in and out of her cunt with long steady strokes.

But I had hardly gotten going when the phone rang again.

"Oh, God!" I groaned.

I ignored it and kept fucking. Maybe Claire wouldn't notice it.

She noticed. "Answer the goddamn phone."

"Jesus Christ!"

Again I snatched up the phone. "Hello!"

"Marty, it's Russ Crawford again. I'm sorry as hell to bother you like this, but it's important."

"What is?"

"I have to go out of town on business and I'm going to be gone a long time."

"Have a nice trip."

"Thanks. The problem is my niece who lives with me. I don't feel right, leaving her alone for such a long time, and I wonder if it'd be too much trouble if she stayed with you while I'm gone."

I frowned at the phone. Hell, I didn't know anything about taking care of kids. And I sure didn't want to get tied down as a lousy baby sitter.

"She won't be any trouble," said Russ.

"Yeah, well-"

"You'll probably find her a lot of help around the place."

"Maybe. But I-"

"I really would appreciate it."

Across the room Claire yawned again-audibly this time-and started to curl up into her favorite position. Jesus, couldn't that babe stay awake at all?

"How about it?" asked Russ.

I threw a desperate glance at Claire. "Okay-fine. Anything you say."

I think he started to thank me but I'd already slammed the phone down and was on my way back to the bed. I got Claire on her back again with her legs open, and once more I rammed my cock deep in her pussy.

Her eyes opened with a startled look. "What's going on?"

"You're finally going to get screwed, baby."

Then she remembered. "Oh-you're the guy with the great big prick."

"Yeah, and it's all inside of you, honey."

"Mmm, I can tell."

I slid my cock in and out of her a couple of times. It was somewhat surprising, with all the interruptions we'd had, but her cunt was real wet.

I was just settling into a steady, rhythm when the phone rang for the third time. I didn't even wait for Claire to tell me to answer it. I just yanked my prick out of her pussy and reached the phone on the second ring.

"For Christ's sake, Russ!" I barked.

"I'm sorry, Marty. You didn't give me a chance to ask you one more question."

"What?"

"Is it okay if I send Judy over in a taxi in the morning?"

"Judy?"

"My niece."

"Oh. Yeah, sure."

"Thanks. I really appreciate it."

I slammed down the phone and started to turn toward the bed. Then I stopped. That bastard had interrupted me for the last time, and I took the phone off the hook and laid it on the bureau. But as fast as I'd been, Claire was already yawning by the time I got back to her.

"Jesus," she mumbled, "are you going to screw me again? How many times do you have to have it?"

"This is still the first time, sweetheart. But we're going to finish it this time, I promise you."

She spread her legs and I slid my prick into her cunt, and again I started fucking her with hard deep strokes. My cock pulled out so far only the head was still inside of her, then I slammed it back full-length into her pussy. At least all the interruptions hadn't cooled me off. If anything, they'd only made me more anxious. And maybe they'd done the same for Claire. Instead of looking sleepy, she was wide awake now. She locked her legs around my hips, urging me deeper, and little moans of delight bubbled in her throat.

Harder and faster I fucked her. Her body rocked as I battered it and her big breasts danced on her chest. Now her moans became more urgent and she lifted her hips, driving her cunt up at me.

Suddenly she stiffened. "I-I'm-oh Jesus-I'm coming!"

Her body leaped and thrashed. And as I felt her juices flowing, I reached the peak myself. The come shot from my prick and flooded her cunt. One spurt after another I poured into her until it didn't seem she'd have enough room in her body to hold it all and I was sure it must be leaking out of her pussy as fast as I pumped it into her.

Then at last the spurts dwindled and my cock stopped its wild jerking. She let out a long shuddering sigh and lay still. And I sank weakly forward on the bed and was asleep almost as fast as she was.

Chapter Two

Across my foggy mind there drifted the vague thought that I must have been working too hard and I was cracking up. I had to be cracking up. I kept hearing ringing sounds. Last night when I was trying to screw Claire, it had been the goddamn telephone that kept ringing. And now it was something else. It wasn't the phone this time because I remembered leaving that off the hook, so what in hell was it?

I struggled a little further awake and identified the sound.

It was my doorbell.

I groaned, decided to ignore it and tried to go back to sleep.

Waking up is a painful process for me, even when I only do it once a day. And this was the second time I'd been awakened on this particular morning.

But the first time had been unusually pleasant.

Claire stirred. That's what woke me up the first time. I was lying on my side, facing her. And she was lying with her back toward me and her bare ass jammed tight against my prick. Now, I may be awake or asleep but my prick knows a bare ass when it comes in contact with one. And when that happens-well, you know how a dog goes for a bone and bear goes for honey. So when" my prick gets a feel of a girl's soft ass and finds itself that close to her cunt, it just naturally plans on doing something about it.

The result was that when Claire stirred and woke me up, I found myself with a hell of a hardon.

There are times when I get a harden and can't do anything about it. But this wasn't one of those times. With a luscious naked chick lying right next to me, there sure as hell was something I could do about my harden this time.

So I did it.

I rolled Claire on her back and fucked her again.

She was pretty sleepy and grumbled a little at first. But once I got my hard cock into her and she felt it ramming deep in her pussy she carne awake fast enough and was more than anxious to cooperate. I took it a little slower this time and made it last longer. But the result was the same in the end. We climaxed together and I filled her cunt with come all over again.

And then we went back to sleep.

It was definitely less pleasant to wake up to the sound of the doorbell than to the feel of Claire's smooth ass against my prick. But it seemed that whoever was wearing out my bell wasn't going to quit, and I sure as hell couldn't go back to sleep with that racket, So I finally gave in and climbed out of bed and slipped into a robe. I was just leaving the bedroom when it dawned on me that it was probably the paperboy at the door. The little punk had a nasty habit of coming .to collect his money real early in the morning. I scooped a handful of change off the bureau and managed to stagger downstairs without falling and breaking my neck. The bell bong-bonged again just as I hit the bottom step and I growled under my breath at the paperboy's impatience.

I yanked the door open. Fixing my blurry eyes at the approximate level where the kid's head would be, I thrust the handful of change out at him.

"Pick out whatever I owe you," I mumbled.

But nobody took my money and nobody said anything and it began to get through to me that things were mixed up somehow. Then my eyes began to focus themselves and I found I wasn't staring at the paperboy's head. Jesus, no! I was staring at a pair of breasts. Well, not naked breasts. But they were breasts, all right. They were inside a dress and they must be nice big luscious ones, judging from the way the dress bulged. The V of the neckline dipped low enough that I could get just a hint of the deep cleavage between those big tits.

My eyes, focusing sharply now, dropped lower. The view was attractive down there too. The dress drew in narrowly at the waist, then flared outward in the rich curves of the hips. And when I looked still lower, the dress came to an end at a satisfactory height that revealed the prettiest and sexiest pair of legs I'd ever seen.

I gulped and let my eyes roam upward again over all that intriguing scenery. The only thing I hadn't seen yet was the face, and there couldn't possibly be a face that would do justice to the body. But there was. Up above everything else was the face of an angel, a goddess. The face wore an amused smile and had a pair of laughing blue eyes. And around the face was a shimmering mass of golden blonde hair that waved gently in the breeze.

I gulped again and marveled at the ingenuity of the newspaper people. With a paperboy-excuse, a papergirl-like this, who could refuse to buy?

"I'll take a year's subscription," I said. "Or maybe a lifetime subscription."

The girl laughed. "Mr. Nolan?"

Still numb, I shook my head. "No. I'm Mr. Nolan."

"I know. I'm Judy Harris."

"Hello, Judy Harris."

"I'm Russell Crawford's niece. Didn't he phone you about me?"

I could only nod. It was almost too much, coming on top of everything else. This was the kid Russ was sending to live with me? Speechless, I stared at her.

"May I come in?" she asked.

Again I nodded. She bent down and for the first time I noticed the suitcase standing beside her. But before I could move she picked it up and carried it in while I leaned weakly against the door. Then she went back out and now I noticed the taxi at the curb. The driver helped her carry in the rest of her baggage while I still stared. Not at the driver. At Judy. At those long legs of hers. At the swish of her hips and the wiggle of her ass as she walked.

She paid the taxi driver and he left. I slumped on the sofa and she sat opposite me in a chair and it was hard to keep from staring as her short dress rode up even further on her thighs.

She frowned. "You were expecting me, weren't you?"

"Oh, sure. I-uh-well, I guess I kind of overslept."

"But something is wrong."

"Hell, no. It's just-kind of surprise."

"Surprise?"

"Well, I-I guess I was expecting a little kid. Not a beautiful girl like you."

She smiled her appreciation at the compliment, and I shook my head, still dazed. Russ Crawford and I had been pretty good friends a while back. We bowled together and drank together, stuff like that. But then his wife died a year or two ago and he seemed to kind of withdraw after that and we hadn't seen too much of each other since then. I didn't recall ever being at his house but I had a vague recollection that he had sometimes mentioned his niece. I always had the impression she was just a kid.

But Judy was no kid. I studied her again and decided she wasn't much younger than I was. That was a bit puzzling until I remembered that Russ had quite a few years on me.

Judy was saying something, grinning at the same time, and I realized I'd missed what she said.

"What?" I asked.

"I said, I'm surprised too. I expected you to be a much older man."

"Oh."

"Look, I'm sorry I woke you up. Why don't you show me which room is mine and I'll unpack real quietly so you can go back to sleep."

I didn't really think I'd go back to sleep. I didn't think I'd even try. Not with the shock of this gorgeous doll moving into my house, and not with Claire upstairs in my bed.

Claire! I'd forgotten all about her and I almost groaned out loud. This beautiful chick comes to live with me, and the first thing she finds out about me is that I've got a whore up in my bedroom. Jesus Christ!

I tried to remain calm. "Uh-okay, that's a good idea. You unpack and I'll go back to sleep."

I helped her carry her stuff upstairs, keeping my fingers crossed that Claire wouldn't wake up. That was all I needed, to have her wander out of the bedroom stark naked. But apparently she was still as sleepy as ever and she didn't wake up. I got Judy into the other bedroom with all her stuff and closed her door. Then I headed back to my room and closed that door too.

It still wasn't easy waking Claire up. It seemed that about the only to bring her around was to poke a hard cock into her pussy and I wasn't in the mood for that right now. But I finally got her to open her eyes and clamped a hand over her mouth when she started to object.

"Shh!" I hissed at her.

"What's the matter?"

"Be quiet. And get dressed fast and get out of here."

"What is this, anyway? You screw hell out of me and then throw me out."

"Yeah, well-I'm sorry about that. But something's happened."

"Yeah?" She glanced at the closed door and began to catch on. "Who's out there?"

"Uh-" It was too much to explain. "Well, it's my wife."

She groaned. "Oh God, that's all I need. Why the hell did you bring me here with your wife around?"

"I-uh-thought she was out of town. But she came back."

She mumbled while she dressed. I wasn't sure whether she was bitching about wives who came home unexpectedly or about husbands who didn't have the sense to keep from getting caught when they played around. I guess it was a little of both.

Finally she was dressed. Well, almost.

"Where's my panties?" she asked, searching the room.

"You lost them."

"How the hell could I lose my panties?"

"Some guy took 'em last night."

She glared at me suspiciously. "Yeah? Who?"

"Not me, for Christ's sake. Some guy Raymond."

She thought it over. "I guess I remember something about that. Well, I can get along without the panties-as long as it isn't too windy outside. And if the wind blows my skirt up and my bare ass sticks out, so what!"

I gave her money for a taxi and told her she could get one on the corner. We tiptoed down the stairs and I finally got her out of the house. I closed the door and leaned against it and breathed a sigh of relief. Judy hadn't seen Claire and now (B Claire was gone and that took care of that problem.

But my real problem was just beginning.

Judy.

I live alone in this house because it gives me the privacy I need for my work. Maybe some guys can sit down at the typewriter and concentrate and be creative without being bothered by outside distractions. But not me. What I write is good, but it doesn't come easy, I have to work at it, and that means I have to be alone and I have to have peace and quiet.

I tried to explain some of that to Judy, "I'm afraid you're going to find it pretty dull living here," I told her. "There's not much excitement in a writer's house. Actually, I prefer it on the quiet side so I can concentrate."

She nodded. "I understand. And you go right on with your work-I won't bother you a bit."

That was a laugh. She bothered me just by being there.

She had changed to a sweater and skirt and the sweater was a tight white turtle-neck thing that was molded to her body like it had grown there with her skin. It emphasized her full breasts and they didn't need any emphasizing to begin with. Ripe and luscious, they made the sweater bulge in such an enticing way that it was all I could do to keep my hands off them. And her skirt didn't help any either. It was at least as short as her dress had been, maybe a little shorter, and it did a tremendous job of showing off those incredible legs of hers. Especially when she sat down and the skirt slid even higher.

And she wasn't going to bother me. Right!

One thing had to be said for her though. She believed in making herself useful. Which may not have been too difficult around my place because I'm not the best housekeeper in the world and I don't even try to be. But Judy went right to work. Never since I'd lived there had the goddamn house gotten such a going-over as she gave it. Day after day she was busy vacuuming and dusting and scrubbing one thing or another. I don't think she missed an inch of the floors, walls, or ceilings.

All of which was both good and bad.

It kept Judy occupied, and I got used to the noise of the vacuum cleaner so it didn't bother me in my work. And there was no denying the fact that the house looked a hell of a lot better. All that was good.

But on the bad side-well, it was basically the same problem that it had been right from the beginning. You take a gorgeous chick who's busy house-cleaning and doesn't stop to think of the effect when she moves in certain ways-yeah, then you begin to see my problem.

She'd reach and strain to clean something way up high, and you know how a girl's short skirt rides up when she stretches up like that. Or she'd bend over and that was almost worse. Twice when she had her back toward me and she bent over that way, her damn skirt slid so high I could see her panties. One time they were white and another time they were a delicate shade of pale blue. It was just the bottom edge of her panties I could see, but it was one hell of a view-those long sexy legs of hers topped by her cute little panties. And I knew exactly how it would look if I could see even more. If her skirt went up around her waist. Or if she wasn't wearing any panties. Her ass would be gently rounded, adorably trim, soft and luscious-the kind of ass that was made to be patted and fondled and squeezed. Jesus, just picturing it was enough to start my prick tingling.

But her skirt wasn't the only problem. There was her neckline too. Too often when she wore a dress or a blouse she wasn't very careful about buttoning it all the way up. And some of those blouses were cut awful damn low in the front. So when she got busy with her housework and bent over-well, you can imagine what happened. I'd be trying to concentrate on my work and suddenly find myself looking right down her neckline. If she hadn't been wearing a bra, I'd have seen everything. As it was, I saw enough to make the typewriter stop dead. Her full breasts couldn't be completely contained in the bra cups and there was a lot of creamy white flesh overflowing. Soft pliant flesh that would be smooth and warm beneath my fingers and would be delightfully yielding if I squeezed it.

My work was rapidly going to hell.

And the worst of it was that I didn't know how to cope with the situation. It's not that I'm an incurable sex fiend, just waiting to screw every girl I lay eyes on. Sure, I like sex, and that makes me pretty much the same as most guys. So I go out and find a girl and spend some time at her place or maybe bring her home with me for the night and I have a good time. But this was sure as hell a different ball game. Here was a gorgeous chick living in my house. And a dozen times a day I was looking up her skirt or down her neckline. If it had been any other girl, I probably would have had her clothes off and gotten her into bed before this. But I couldn't do that with Judy. After all, her uncle had sent her to me for safekeeping while he was away, and a girl isn't exactly in safekeeping if the guy who's supposed to watch out for her starts screwing hell out of her. So I was faced with an insoluble problem.

I thought, on one sunny afternoon, that I was going to get a brief respite from the whole thing. Judy seemed satisfied that she had the house-cleaning pretty well under control and announced that she was going out in the yard to get a suntan.

"Good idea," I murmured.

Anything that would get her out of the house for a while would mean relief for my cock which had now developed a permanent tingle. It would also give me a chance to get caught up on my Judy was upstairs in her room for a few minutes and then I heard her go out the back door. I breathed a sigh of relief and settled down at the typewriter. If I was lucky, I might be able to concentrate long enough to finish the next chapter.

Things went well for about a and a half and then I made a very bad mistake. I happened to glance out the window. And that was the end of the next chapter.

Because Judy was sunbathing right outside the window.

In a bikini.

I stared at the bikini and figured she must have gone swimming in it at least once and that's how it had shrunk. It must have shrunk. No bikini could have started out that small.

I couldn't see much of the top because she was lying on her stomach and the only visible part of the top looked like nothing more than a string across her back. But I could see the bottom of the bikini very 'well. What there was of it. And that wasn't, much. It was only a dinky little piece of cloth that tried in a half-hearted way to cover her ass and didn't do a very good job of it. Her cheeks were partly uncovered at the lower end, and up at the top it was so brief that the crack between her cheeks was exposed. Besides that, the damn pants clung tightly to her body and emphasized the gentle rounded swell of her ass.

I groaned as I stared. God, she was beautiful: Those long trim legs. That smooth bare back. That soft luscious ass. And with the whole goddamn yard to lie in, she had to park that lovely body right under my window!

I forced myself back to the typewriter. I had a feeling the view was going to be even more entrancing if she turned over and I ought to get as much work done as possible before that happened.

But I didn't get much work done. And it happened. I glanced out the window once too often and she was lying on her back.

Now I could see the bikini top very well and there sure wasn't much to it. It was nothing more than a narrow strip of material that looked as if it had been designed to cover the breasts of a twelve-year-old kid. But Judy was no twelve-year-old kid and that strip of cloth couldn't begin to cover a pair of tits like hers. It hid her nipples and a little bit more, but that was all. It seemed like a major part of her big thrusting breasts was bare. I gaped at all that smooth swelling flesh.

Down below, the view was just as intriguing. The bikini pants didn't squander any more material in the front than they had in the back. In fact, the front seemed to consist of little more than a brief triangle that covered her crotch.

I groaned again. How in hell was a guy supposed to concentrate with a vision like that outside his window?

Fortunately it turned cloudy for a couple of days and that put an end to the sunbathing. But of course that brought Judy back in the house and that didn't make things much easier. Especially when she looked just as desirable in a towel as in a bikini.

Yeah, a towel.

It was a new thing she developed after taking a shower. She'd come out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her body. And she didn't always head straight to her room to put her clothes on either. If she didn't seem to want to get dressed right away, she'd wander around for a while in just that damn towel. Nothing else. I knew there wasn't anything else because-well, that was the time I almost cracked.

She came out of the bathroom after a shower when I happened to be going down the hall and she stopped to talk. I don't even remember what we talked about because my mind wasn't on the conversation. It was on the towel. It wasn't a very big towel. It went down to the upper part of her thighs, just about the way a shortie nightgown would do, and I figured it couldn't be covering her cunt by more than a couple of inches.

But even that wasn't the most distracting part of it. It was almost worse up top. It covered her tits. Sort of. At least it covered more of them than the bikini top had covered. But it still exposed the steep upper slope of her breasts. And since I was taller than she was I was looking down into an intriguing amount of cleavage, right down into the deep valley between her thrusting tits.

It still might not have gotten to me so much if it hadn't been for what happened. She had her hand up on her head, fussing with her hair while she talked. Maybe her movements loosened the towel or maybe she exhaled beyond the safety point. Whatever it was, the goddamn towel suddenly slipped. If she'd been flat-busted, it probably would have slid all the way down and she'd have been standing there as naked as an egg. But she sure as hell wasn't flat-busted and that was all that saved her as the towel slid down and finally caught on her full breasts. It caught just before her nipples came into view, so her tits weren't fully exposed. But they were damn close to it and I couldn't help staring at all the lovely mounded flesh. She grinned a little and wiggled the towel back into place, then turned and sauntered to her room while the tingling in my prick started up again.

And I guess it was that same evening when I finally did reach the breaking point.

Call it poor timing or bad luck or anything you want, but I went upstairs for something at just the wrong moment. I reached the hall and stopped dead.

Judy had forgotten to close her door and she was getting undressed for bed.

Her blouse was already off and she was just stepping out of her skirt as I arrived in the hall. She obviously hadn't heard me coming and she laid the skirt on the bed and stood for a moment in her bra and panties. I swallowed hard as I stared at. her seductive figure.

Then she reached behind her back for the snap on her bra.

I knew I shouldn't stand there like a damn peeping Tom. A girl ought to be able to undress in her room without some horny bastard spying on her, and if I had any decency I'd have gotten the hell out of there. But somehow I was rooted to the spot.

She took off her bra.

I was breathing so hard I was sure she'd hear me. She was turned sort of sideways to me and I saw the clear outline of one lovely breast. It was big and full and thrust out proudly from her chest. I could almost feel its firm softness in my hand. All kinds of visions flashed through my head as I pictured myself fondling her tits and nuzzling my face against them.

Then she reached for her panties.

And I fled downstairs.

I just couldn't take any more. It had been bad enough watching her take her bra off, but if I stood there while she took off her panties I knew my self-control could be completely gone. Seeing her naked would be more than I could stand. I'd probably go charging into the room and toss her on the bed, then drop my pants and-

Jesus Christ, I had to get out of the house for a while. I couldn't trust myself around Judy until I had a chance to cool off.

But cooling off wasn't easy. I drove around for a time in my car but I kept seeing visions of Judy. Judy in her bra and panties. Judy with her bra off. Judy taking her panties off. And I pictured her I stark naked in all her loveliness-naked as she stood f there in the room, and naked beneath me on the bed. Now my cock didn't just tingle any more. It throbbed insistently and there was an awful ache in my balls.

One thing was sure. I needed a girl and needed her badly.

I hadn't even been thinking of where I was driving and now as I looked around to see where I was I grinned to myself. Every cloud has a silver lining. Up ahead was an all-night hash house where I'd been before. And inside was the silver lining-a waitress named Helen who'd be glad to take care of my problem. I knew she'd be willing because she'd been willing before. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a real pair of tits on her and she was a hell of a good lay.

I swung into the parking lot and climbed out of the car. Inside, I took a seat in a booth and looked around for Helen, but couldn't find her. Another waitress took my order and she looked vaguely familiar, but it wasn't until she brought my food and I glanced at the little tag on her pocket that I remembered her name was Sylvia.

"Where's Helen?" I asked.

She winked. "Heavy date. She left early because the guy stopped by for her."

Son of a bitch, somebody else had beaten me to it. By now, Helen was lying naked on a bed and humping her ass as the guy rammed his prick into her pussy. And I was still sitting here with a throbbing cock and aching balls. I had almost finished eating and was wondering what I was going to do when Sylvia came back.

"Will there be anything else?" she asked.

"No, thanks."

She hesitated. "Big disappointment, huh?"

"No, the food was fine."

"I don't mean the food. I mean Helen."

"What?"

She chuckled. "The way you've been sitting there scowling, it wasn't hard to figure out. You were planning on banging Helen."

"I guess the thought did occur to me."

"Would you be satisfied with me?"

I looked at her in surprise. "You?"

"My tits are almost as big as Helen's." She leaned closer. "And besides, I've been told I'm a better cocksucker than Helen is-if that interests you."

"Yeah, it interests me."

She grinned. "I thought it might. I hated to see you so disappointed at not finding Helen here."

"So out of the goodness of your heart, you wanted to keep me from being disappointed. Is that it?"

"Well, not entirely. Helen talked about you a couple of times. She says you have a real big prick and know how to satisfy a girl."

"Okay, let's go, for Christ's sake."

"I don't get off for ten minutes yet, if you can wait that long."

"It won't be easy. I've got a real problem."

But I waited and drove her to her apartment. Once we were inside we both undressed without any preliminaries. She eyed my cock, which was already partly stiff. In 'fact, I don't think it had ever become completely soft since Judy had arrived at my house.

Sylvia's eyes widened as she looked at it. "Lover, you really do have a problem."

"I told you."

"Well, you came to the right place. I know how to take care of problems like that. Let me show you."

She sat on the edge of the bad and pulled me close to her. Then she took my prick in her hand and lifted it to her mouth. She lightly kissed the tip.

"Umm," I groaned.

Her tongue poked out and crawled around the head and I couldn't keep from squirming. The touch of her tongue was gentle and expertly tantalizing as she licked. And it wasn't just on the head that she licked. After starting there she moved on and after a couple of moments she was licking all up and down the length of my cock. She knew how to tease by varying the pressure. One minute it was just the tip of her tongue that flicked very lightly on my prick, while the next minute she used the flat of her tongue to lick in long sweeping strokes.

I groaned again.

"God, it's getting big!" she whispered.

"It must be some kind of allergy. It only does that around girls. Especially naked girls who lick it and suck it.

"It's so big, I wonder if I can get it in my mouth."

"I thought you were such a great cocksucker."

"So show me."

She stretched her lips into a wide oval and slipped the head of my prick between them. There she hesitated a moment while she ran her tongue all around the tip, and then she slowly started to suck my cock into her mouth. A little further. Further. Still further. I felt the head hit the back of her throat.

For a long minute she held my prick deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around on it. The moist warmth of her mouth seemed to permeate my cock and that, together with the action of her tongue, made it grow even bigger and harder.

Then her head began to move. Slowly at first, but with a gradually increasing speed, she bobbed her head up and down. My prick slid in and out between her soft lips, clinging tightly to it. I watched it pull almost free; only the head was still in her mouth. Then she reversed, dropping her head again and swallowing my cock back into her mouth. And while it was in there, her tongue took up its motion again and licked and bathed as much of my prick as it could reach.

After while I couldn't take any more of it. If she kept it up much longer I was going to fill her mouth with my come, but I wasn't looking for just a quick blowjob. I wanted to fuck her.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth. "Jesus, that's enough! Lie down."

She flopped on her back and I shoved her legs wide apart and stretched on my belly between them. Then I worked a finger into her pussy.

"Christ, your cunt's wet!" I said in surprise.

She giggled. "It always gets wet when I suck a prick. There's something about the feel of a prick in my mouth that really turns me on."

"Yeah, well-let's see how this turns you on."

I pulled her cuntlips open and stabbed my tongue into her pussy. She jumped at the contact. Now it was my turn to lick her the way she'd been licking me and I went right at it. I let my tongue slither all around on the pink glistening folds of her flesh, and I varied the pressure the same way she'd done on my cock. I licked her with a light little flicking motion, and then, just when she least expected it, I changed and licked harder. And for still more variety, I shifted occasionally to her hole and licked around that and stiffened my tongue and drove it up into her as far as I could reach.

She moaned and writhed beneath me.

And at last I did one more thing. I shifted a little higher and washed my tongue across her clit.

She let out a little screech.

Now I concentrated on her clit. I licked and teased and tickled it, even nibbled it very gently with my teeth. And while I did that, I also poked a finger deep up inside of her and worked it in and out of her.

"Jesus!" she gasped. "Aren't you ever going to put that lovely big prick in my cunt?"

"Any time you're ready."

"Ready? My God, stick it in me!"

I got up into position and she eagerly drew her cuntlips open for me. I slipped the head of my cock into her pussy.

"Give it to me!" she moaned. "All of it!"

I shoved forward and sank my prick all the way in her cunt in one long easy push.

"Mmm!" she breathed.

I started fucking slowly, my cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy in easy strokes. And at the same time my hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her breasts, then slipping down around her hips to fondle her ass. My fingers dug deep in her resilient flesh.

She sighed happily. "Helen wasn't kidding."

"What?"

"About your big prick and the way you satisfy a girl. God, it feels good, the way you fill my cunt! Fuck me harder, lover!"

I picked up the tempo and pumped my cock into her faster and harder. But she still wasn't satisfied.

"Harder!"

I fucked still faster. Now my prick was slamming into her, pulling almost all the way out so that just the tip remained inside, then plunging back to bury itself deep in her pussy.

"Yes!" she murmured. "Oh yes- that's it-hard and deep. Keep it up- don't stop!"

I didn't have any intention of stopping. There was too much tension and frustration blocked up inside of me and it was all going to have to drain out of me before I was through here. So I kept fucking, while the aching pressure in my balls built higher and higher.

Her nails clawed at ray back as her own excitement mounted. Her head swung from side to side and her breath was coming in short gasps. The way I was rocking her body, her tits danced on her chest and I reached up to crush them in my palms and pinch and tug at her hard nipples.

"Just a little more!" she panted. "Yes-yes! Oh God! That's it-I'm coming!"

She went berserk beneath me, her body leaping and plunging. And then I reached the peak myself and that pressure in my balls passed the point where it could still be contained.

My cock jerked uncontrollably, then the dam burst in my balls and the come shot from my prick in heavy gushing jets. Each spurt blasted deep into her cunt, and as fast as my cock pumped one jet into her there was more fluid built up for the next one. On and on it went, while I kept pounding into her and she still writhed in a frenzy.

Then gradually our bodies quieted. She gave a long agonized sigh and lay limp. My prick gave one last feeble jerk and seemed to die. And I fell forward on top of her so weakly that I thought maybe I was going to die too.

Chapter Three

It didn't help, of course. Not permanently, that is.

The temporary relief Sylvia gave me was great while it lasted, but when I came back home Judy was still there. And I still looked up her skirt or down her neckline when she bent the wrong way. And she still went sunbathing in her bikini outside my window and draped herself in a towel after her showers. At least she seemed to be more careful now. The towel didn't slip again, and that helped somewhat.

But she began doing something else and that didn't help at all.

She started going without a bra.

Hell, I can tell when a girl isn't wearing a bra. You don't have to guess about a thing like that. All you have to do is watch the way her tits jiggle and bounce, and it couldn't be any plainer if she wore a sign telling you she didn't have anything on under her blouse.

And Judy didn't have to wear a, sign. She was braless and there wasn't any doubt about it.

The first time she did it she was wearing a blouse and skirt and I thought the effect was going to kill me. But it didn't. Not immediately, anyway. It just gave me a hardon from watching the way her breasts jiggled every time she moved and the way they bounced when she walked, and I decided the ache in my balls was going to kill me slowly.

But if I thought it was bad when she wore a blouse, I changed my mind one day when she wore that tight white turtle-neck sweater without a bra under it. That was definitely murder. Her tits jiggled and bounced just as much as before, only the movement was emphasized by the tightness of the sweater. And that wasn't all. The way the damn sweater was molded to her skin, the outline of her nipples was perfectly clear as they strained against the tight fabric.

I suffered for several days with almost a perpetual harden and wondered how long I could hold out before I became completely desperate and had to go back and visit Sylvia. Or Helen. Anybody. Any girl with a mouth or a cunt where I could stick- my throbbing prick. I was almost willing to settle for that scrawny redhead I'd passed up in the bar that night I found Claire in my car.

I groaned and swore as I thought back to that night. I cursed Russ Crawford for sending Judy stay with me. And I cursed Claire too. If she hadn't climbed into my car and I hadn't brought her home with me, I never would have gotten into this mess. When Russ called me I wouldn't have been so intent on screwing Claire before she went to sleep again, and I would have thought to ask a few more questions and find out what the hell Russ was getting me into.

I toyed with the idea of phoning him and finding out when he was coming home, but I didn't have the faintest idea of where he was. Maybe Judy knew, or somebody in his office could probably tell me. Still, even if I located him, what was I going to say to him? Your niece is going braless and has given me a permanent harden? That didn't sound so good. Like it or not, I was just going to have to sweat this out. And I might as well forget about getting any work done at all as long as Judy was still living here.

At least it seemed she was giving me one break. She'd switched from that damn tight sweater back to a blouse again. There was just as much jiggling and bouncing, but it wasn't quite as obvious as it had been in the tight sweater. And the blouse was a little looser, so her nipples weren't always poking out at me. I sighed and was thankful for small favors.

But before night I changed my mind.

I was reading the evening paper and Judy was watching TV. She got up between programs to make herself a drink and I asked her to make one for me too. And that's what lit the fuse.

As usual, she hadn't buttoned the top buttons on her blouse. And when she leaned down to put my drink on the coffee table in front of me, the b damn blouse fell away from her body in an unbelievable way and I found myself looking right down inside of it.

And she still wasn't wearing a bra.

Her breasts were big and round, twin mounds of loveliness sprouting full-blown on her chest. The way she was bending over, they dangled enticingly in front of my eyes, hanging like ripe fruit, quivering slightly from her movements. And each one was exquisitely tipped with a dainty pink nipple.

It seemed an eternity while she held that leaning position in front of me. I don't know what the hell she was doing all that time-clearing a space on the table, arranging a coaster for my drink or something. I wasn't paying any attention to that. I was too busy staring at her tits. And once again the familiar tingle started up in my cock.

Finally she straightened up, walked across the room and sat in her chair facing me.

"Jesus!" I croaked. "You ought to wear a bra!"

She seemed surprised, "I didn't know you noticed."

"Noticed? How could I help noticing when you bend over like that in front of me?"

"Oh. You mean you could look down my neckline when I bent over?"

"Well-sort of. But it's not just-when you bend. It's-uh-more than that."

"Like what?"

"Well-when you walk-Christ, the way you bounce!"

"You noticed that too, did you?"

"I'm not exactly blind."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I thought a man liked it when a girl bounced."

"Well, yeah, but-"

"And I thought he also liked it when he could peek down her neckline at her breasts."

"Yeah, sure-only-"

"Then what's your problem?"

I groaned. "Oh, Jesus!"

It seemed there was a hint of a smile on her face, but I didn't see what the hell was so funny about the whole thing.

She fixed her blue eyes on me. "So you've been watching my breasts when they bounce, and now you were looking down inside my blouse. Did you enjoy it?"

There wasn't any easy way I could answer that one, so I just kept my mouth shut. But she wasn't going to let it go at that.

"Well, tell me. Did you enjoy looking at my breasts?"

I sighed. "Okay, okay. Of course I enjoyed it. You're a beautiful girl, Judy, and you have a gorgeous body."

"Thank you." She still seemed to be smiling and now there was a glint in her eye. "If you enjoyed it that much, I suppose we ought to do something about it."

Her hands crept up to her blouse and opened a button. I gaped at her, not believing what I was seeing, and she opened another button.

I swallowed. "Jesus-what are you doing?"

She didn't bother answering, but just opened another button. And another. And another. Now the whole damn blouse was unbuttoned all the way down. And she calmly pulled it open. Wide open.

Her bare tits stared out at me.

They rode high and proud on her chest, lifting and falling very gently with her breathing. Her perky nipples pointed straight at me.

My mouth was dry. Something was hammering in my ears and my prick was tingling worse than ever.

"My God!" I quavered.

"You said you liked to look at my breasts. So I thought you'd appreciate a good look instead of just a peek down my neckline."

"Judy, have a heart-for Christ's sake!"

She pulled off her blouse. "I guess a naked girl really gets a man excited, doesn't it?"

"You have no idea!"

"Well, then-"

She stood up, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. In just her panties she stood there for a long moment, letting me ogle her in her near nudity and there was still that faint smile on her face as she gazed back at me.

Then she hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and slowly started to push them down. I was sweating. This was the point at which I'd run out of the house the other night when she'd been undressing in her room. Only this time she wasn't alone in her room as she took her clothes off. She was standing right in front of me and peeling all the way down. And I was frozen on the sofa as I watched.

The forgotten TV was still going and in the moments when it was quiet the stillness was broken by the faint slithering sound of her panties sliding down over her hips. She pushed the panties a little lower and now the first wispy strands of her blonde cunthair came into sight. Now her whole crotch was exposed. Still the panties crept downward. Down along her smooth thighs. Down to her knees. Down, the length of her legs to her ankles. She bent to step out of them, her ripe breasts dangling and swaying. Then the panties were off and she tossed them aside. Naked, she faced me.

My eyes swept over the ravishing beauty of her body. Her firm tits, big and boldly thrusting but with no sag to them at all. The alluring curve of her hips. The thick patch of yellow hair on her pussy. The tapering lines of her thighs and her long sexy legs.

She was a goddess. A naked golden goddess.

And my cock throbbed and swelled in the confines of my pants.

"My God!" I croaked. "What are you trying to do to me?"

She smiled broadly now. "I'm just tired of warming you up for other girls."

"What?"

"Look, Marty, let's lay it on the line. I know you enjoy sex."

"Well-"

"That morning I arrived, you sneaked a girl out of the house. She'd probably spent the night with you."

I blinked at her. "How the hell did you know that?"

"Oh, you were very quiet about getting her out. But I happened to be looking out the window and I saw her leave."

I'd never thought of that possibility and I swore under my breath.

"And the other night," said Judy, "you saw me undressing. Then you took off somewhere and screwed some other girl."

It was a surprise to learn that she knew I'd watched her undress and I wasn't going to pursue that any further by asking how she knew I'd fucked Sylvia. It was obvious she knew a hell of a lot more than I thought she did.

Judy took a deep breath and her breasts heaved. "So like I said, I'm tired of warming you up for some other girl. You seem to get all hot and bothered by looking at me, and then you go and have your fun with somebody else. I don't think that's fair."

"Judy, look-let me explain-"

"No, you Set me explain ... When a man finds a girl desirable, he wants to make love to her-right? And he figures there's no reason he shouldn't tell her what he wants-right?"

"I guess so."

"Did it ever occur to you that a girl has feelings too? That she might find a man desirable? Then is there any reason why she shouldn't tell him what she wants?"

"Well-I guess not."

"Okay, I'm telling you. I want you to make love to me."

"Jesus Christ!" I breathed.

"Ever since I came here you wanted me. I could tell. And I happen to want you as much as you want me. And I'm all naked and ready."

I shook my head. "I can't."

"What do you mean-you can't? You seem to do it all right with the other girls. Am I repulsive or something?"

"God, no!"

"Then what's your problem?"

"I can't make love to you. Your Uncle Russ would never forgive me."

"The hell with Uncle Russ." She swayed toward me.

"Judy, cut it out! I'm not going to screw you!"

She grinned wickedly. "Want to bet?"

And she dropped her bare ass on my lap.

You hear people advise you to think pure thoughts or take a cold shower in a situation like this. But I couldn't very well take a cold shower at that particular moment, and pure thoughts are rather difficult when a naked girl is sitting on your lap.

She glued her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, and after a moment her tongue slithered out and crept into my mouth. Her lush tits were squashed on my chest, her nipples like points of fire. My prick throbbed madly from the way she was sitting on it and I was sure getting the biggest damn harden I'd ever had in my life.

Somehow she got me off-balance and pushed, and I didn't realize what was happening until I was lying on my back on the sofa and she was on top of me. I'd grabbed blindly as I felt myself falling and now my arms were tightly around her, holding her close against me. Her skin was incredibly smooth. My hands slipped lower on her back, down to her ass. It was just as I'd known it would be, soft but firm, and I fondled and squeezed that luscious ass of hers.

She squirmed around, changing her position, and now she dangled a breast in my face. It hovered just above me, a tempting white globe, exquisitely pink-tipped. Then she lowered it to me. Her aim was bad and her nipple brushed my nose. But she quickly corrected it and dropped her nipple on my Ups.

I kissed it. And I flicked my tongue against it and licked it. Then I nuzzled my face into the soft underside of her tit and licked the creamy smoothness of her skin until it glistened wetly. And at last I went back to her nipple and licked it some more until it began to grow stiff and hard. Then I drew it between my lips and sucked it.

She shifted position again and, without taking her nipple out of my mouth, she managed to reach my crotch. Her hand rubbed my cock a couple of times and she squeezed it gently. Then I felt her fumbling with my zipper. She got it open and her hand slipped inside and the next instant her fingers curled around my prick. She grasped it lightly and it struck me that she was somewhat inexperienced, but her touch was tantalizing as hell as she gently stroked my cock.

Then she tried to work it out of my pants. With the hardon I had, that might have been a little difficult even for a girl who was well experienced at getting pricks out in the open, but for Judy it was a real problem. She struggled with it for a long minute and finally gave a frustrated sigh.

"It'd be so much easier," she wailed, "if you took your damn clothes off!"

I grinned as I stripped, never taking my eyes off her nakedness. Gone now were all my noble thoughts about not fucking Judy because Russ Crawford would never forgive me. Only once did the thought of Russ cross my mind. I mentally told him to go to hell and promptly forgot about him completely.

I stepped out of my shorts and stood naked, my hard cock waving in front of me. Judy's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"I-I've only had sex a few times," she murmured. "I didn't know a man's prick got that big. Does that thing really fit inside of a girl?"

"You'd better believe it, honey."

I stretched on the sofa beside her. Now I wasn't restricted in my movements by lying beneath her, and I could begin to enjoy more of her lovely body.

I seized a breast in one hand, caressing .and fondling it, then squeezing its softness, my fingers digging in until the ripe flesh overflowed my hand. A nipple peeked out between my fingers and I caught it and gently massaged it. My mouth found its way to her other tit, and I took up where I'd left off before by licking and sucking her nipple.

My other hand explored down across her taut stomach. For the moment I skirted the .tangle of hair on her crotch and continued downward to stroke the velvet smoothness of her thighs. Then I gradually worked higher again. She opened her legs for me and I laid my palm on her crotch and rubbed it for a moment. And then I slipped a finger in her pussy.

She gasped and squirmed.

I worked my finger back and forth in her slit, teasing and massaging the moist folds of her flesh. And after a time I poked my finger into her hole and shoved it in as far as I could go.

She moaned. "Ohh!"

I stroked my finger in and out of her cunt, rubbing the warm membranes that clasped me tightly, and it wasn't long before I felt her juices start to flow. She might be somewhat inexperienced, but I was willing to bet that with a little stimulation and practice she was going to be passionate as hell.

She still held my prick in her hand, stroking it with a gentle touch that was rapidly driving me crazy. While I continued to work my finger in her pussy, I slid my thumb up higher and rubbed it over her clit.

She jumped.

I thought of the hours and days of torment I had suffered with teasing glimpses of her gorgeous body, and now I was making up for all that in grand style. I had her breast in one hand and her nipple in my mouth, while my other hand toyed with her cunt and massaged her clit.

But there was one thing more to come.

"Are you ready yet?" I asked her.

"Yes-oh yes!"

I crawled up between her thighs, pulled her cuntlips open and slipped the head of my cock into her pussy. Slowly, very slowly, I eased it into her. Christ, she was tight! But I had gotten her pretty wet by playing with her cunt and I slid in without hurting her. Finally I was in all the way.

"Ahh!" she breathed. "It feels so good. It was worth all the work."

"What work?"

"Trying to get you to screw me."

I frowned at her. "What the hell are about?"

She giggled. "I didn't know it could be hard to get a man aroused. I wore short skirts and bent over so you could see my legs. I wore the skimpiest bikini I have. Then I finally started going without a bra." She giggled again. "And that towel-when I let it slip a little, I thought your eyes were going to pop out."

I scowled at her. "You did all that on purpose?"

"Sure."

"Goddamn it, you were driving me up the wall! You were a real problem."

"So were you." She sighed happily. "But you're making up for it now. Oh, God-it feels good!"

I'd been slowly sliding my prick in and out of her pussy while we talked, and now I started fucking a little faster. She lay with her eyes closed, a faint smile on her face and her hair flowing out around her head like a golden halo. After a minute her hands rose up to caress my face, and then she clasped her arms around my neck. I reached out a hand of my own, cupping a full breast and pinching the hard nipple that perched on top.

"Darling," she whispered, "can you-do it any harder?"

I increased my tempo, driving my cock in and out of her in long gliding strokes. Her cuntlips clung tightly to my prick. I pulled it so far out that only the tip was still inside, and then I slammed back against her and sank my cock into the depth of her tight hole.

Now she was aroused to a fever pitch. She rotated her pelvis in a little circular motion that ground my prick against the dripping walls of her cuntal passage. Then she arched her back off the sofa, lifting her hips and driving upward at me in an effort to engulf me even deeper inside her body.

I knew she couldn't last much longer, and the way my cock was throbbing I couldn't either. I fucked even faster, ramming my body against hers and driving my prick hard into her pussy. Her mouth worked noiselessly, her head rolling from side to side. Then there was a gurgle deep in her throat.

"Now!" she cried. "I-I'm going to-oh God-I'm exploding!"

Her hips churned frantically and her cunt rose up to gulp at my prick. Then her whole body seemed to be seized by a series of convulsions and I felt her warm juices bathe my swollen cock. And in the instant I gave a strangled cry and was caught up in my own explosion. The come raced the length of my prick and shot far up into her pussy. She became even more frenzied as she felt the first heavy glob splatter deep inside of her. One jet after another spurted from my jerking cock as I poured a great flood of come into her. And when it was finally over I fell weakly forward to cushion my head on the incredible loveliness of her firm ripe breasts.

After the violence of the explosion it seemed there was an unnatural stillness in the room. And suddenly shattering the quiet there came a voice from the neglected TV.

"We interrupt this program to bring you another special bulletin about the plane crash this evening in Washington, D.C. It has just been learned that one of those killed in the crash was a prominent business executive from this city, Russell Crawford."

Chapter Four

"Jesus!" I said. "Will you pull your dress down?"

It was a hot day and my car wasn't air-conditioned. Sitting next to me, Judy had hiked her dress up a bit and the breeze had blown it further until it was high on her thighs.

She grinned impishly. "Why? Do my legs bother you?"

"Yeah, they sure do. Your legs-and other "I'm wearing a bra, so at least you shouldn't have any problem there."

"Honey, a bra keeps you from bouncing. That's all it does-it can't begin to hide what you've got."

"I'm wearing panties too. See?"

She suddenly hoisted her dress even higher to show me her panties. I managed not to stare too much, trying to keep an eye on the road at the same time. Just then a truck pulled up alongside of us on her side of the car. From his height up in the cab, the driver could look down into the car and he whistled appreciatively when he saw Judy holding her dress up high.

"Nice legs, girlie!" he yelled. "Why don't you ditch that jerk you're with and ride with me instead?"

"Smart ass!" I muttered.

I tramped on the gas and pulled ahead of the truck. But in doing it, I cut off a red station wagon and the driver had to swing sharply to the right. Then someone else had to slam on his brakes to keep from hitting the station wagon. Behind me was a confused squealing of tires and honking of horns.

I turned to Judy. "See what happens when you go showing off your legs and your panties? You damn near caused an accident. Now pull your dress down, for Christ's sake, and keep the goodies hidden until we're home in the bedroom."

She stuck her tongue out at me and pulled her dress down. She didn't pull it very far but at least it covered her panties. I figured that was as much as she was going to cooperate. We rode for a few minutes before she spoke again.

"Marty?"

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you want me to read the letter back there in the lawyer's office?"

"I didn't think that was the place for it. I mean, the letter is sealed, it's addressed to you and it wasn't to be opened until after Russ's death. So whatever's in the letter, it must be something he intended just for you. If he'd wanted everybody to know what it said, he'd have put it in his will-or at least he wouldn't have sealed the letter and addressed it only to you. So I didn't think you should open it until you were alone."

She considered it. "I guess that makes sense. Maybe I should open the letter now. No, I guess I'll wait until we get home and we can really sit down and study it."

After a minute I said, "I was surprised to learn that Russ wasn't really your uncle. Did you know it all along?"

"Oh, yes. I just a little kid when my parents died. He was such a good friend of my parents that I was already calling him Uncle Russ, and I didn't have anywhere else to go so he and his wife took me in with them."

She'd held up very well all through the funeral and everything. Only twice had she broken down and it was obvious she'd been very fond of Russ even though he wasn't really her uncle.

"I'm sure going to miss him," she murmured.

Then we rode the rest of the way in silence.

When we got home I headed straight to the bedroom to change my clothes. It was too hot for all the clothes I'd worn to the lawyer's office and I wanted to get into something cooler.

And Judy was right there in the bedroom with me, taking off her dress. That's the way it was with us now. After I'd screwed her that first time, she'd moved right into my room with me. Since she seemed to take it for granted that sex was going to be a regular thing between us now, her argument was that it would save a lot of trips back and forth between the two bedrooms if we were both in the same room. And I guess she was right. The way things had gone every night since then, we had sure as hell saved a lot of steps from one bedroom to the other.

I hung my pants in the closet and looked around, trying to think of something comfortable to put on. Judy was in her bra and panties. I studied her nearly nude body for a long minute, then decided I'd better call a halt to that because it could only lead to one thing. I found an old pair of loose floppy shorts and figured they'd be as cool as anything, so I slipped them on.

When I turned around again, Judy was lying naked on the bed. She lay on her stomach, her chin propped on her hands, looking at the letter from Russ. Her lovely big breasts dangled enticingly and her cute little ass stuck up in the air.

I groaned inwardly. "Aren't you going to put any clothes on at all?"

"It's too hot. Besides, you said I didn't have to hide anything once we were home in the bedroom." Then she grinned. "Does it still bother you when I'm naked?"

"Of course it bothers me. What do you think?"

"Well, you'll just have to suffer for a while. You can't screw me now-I want to read Uncle Russ's letter. Come on, let's see what it says."

She seemed to assume I was going to read it with her so I lay beside her on the bed. She opened the letter and we read it together.

My dearest Judy:

It's a corny way to start a letter, but by the time you get to read this I'll be dead. Not that I have any immediate plans for dying, but it's bound to happen someday. And when it does happen, there's something very important you must be told about. It's something that concerns you alone, and that's why I'm taking this method of telling you about it.

Perhaps I should start by explaining that my wife and I had planned on legally adopting you. We loved you as we would a daughter of our own, so adoption seemed like a reasonable step. But somehow, with all the pressing details of a very busy life, I never managed to get around to it. I suppose it would still be possible even now, yet I hesitate at this point because you might find it embarrassing at your present age to be adopted by an old man.

All of which brings me to my present dilemma. In revising my will, I would like to leave everything to you. But that poses a problem. I have a nephew, the son of my dead brother. And while I have no great love for my nephew, still the memory of my dear brother makes me feel guilty at the thought of not providing for his only son. Furthermore, I have a fear of what might conceivably happen if I named you as my sole beneficiary. Perhaps Ernie, my nephew, could take some kind of legal action. I realize I've been somewhat eccentric in recent years and maybe, by claiming I was of unsound mind, Ernie could break my will and get everything for himself. I don't know whether that could happen or not, but the possibility bothers me.

I have therefore worked out a plan that seems more satisfactory. Under the terms of my will, most of what I have will go to Ernie. You will receive my summer bungalow and its contents. I know how much you love the bungalow, so it's quite important to me that this goes to you.

But I want to do more than that for you, my dear, and that's the point of this unusual letter. I'm taking this means of letting you know that I'm leaving a very special gift for you. I will not mention here what it is or where it is, just in case this letter should fall into the wrong hands. Naturally, I don't expect that you can locate this gift without a certain amount of information to work with, and I'll give you that information in the form of some clues. I'm doing it that way because I don't think certain other parties are clever enough to figure it out, even if the wrong person should see this letter. But you're smart enough and resourceful enough, my dear, that I'm sure you can decipher the clues.

I realize, of course, that in trying to track down these clues you're going to be at a disadvantage as a girl, and I must warn you that you will need a man's help. As beautiful as you are, I'm sure you have many male admirers. Choose a man you trust. If, by some chance, there is no one you wish to take into your confidence, I would suggest that you contact my old friend, Marty Nolan. He is admirably suited for the job and you can rely on him completely.

Now here are the clues you will need:

Tinted Pachyderm

Zymm

1814 Baker Central

Good luck, my dear, and God bless you.

Uncle Russ

Judy sighed a little sadly. "He was so sweet!"

"He was also a little nuts, if you ask me."

"How can you say a thing like that? You can see in the letter how highly he thought of you."

I grunted. "Maybe. But I think the whole thing is crazy. How in hell did he expect you to find this gift of his?"

"From the clues. That's what he said."

"Clues? You call those clues? They sound like gibberish. I don't even know what the damn clues mean, for Christ's sake!"

She looked at the letter again. "Well, the first one doesn't seem too hard. Tinted pachyderm. A pachyderm is an elephant, so this has something to do with an elephant."

"Not necessarily. The word pachyderm actually means a large thick-skinned hoofed animal. It's commonly used to refer to an elephant, but it can also mean a rhinoceros or a hippopotamus."

"Really?"

"Really."

She thought about it and then giggled. "Maybe he wants us to go to the zoo."

"And do what-dig through piles of elephant shit? If you want my opinion, I think good old Uncle Russ has given you one hell of a headache."

"But he meant well."

I didn't bother answering. Judy had rolled on her side and was facing me. I forgot about Uncle Russ and his goddamn clues as I stared at her gorgeous breasts. They moved very slightly as she breathed, the lush mounds lifting and falling. Her skin was creamy white and beneath it I could see the faint blue veins. Her soft pink nipples pointed straight at me.

I cupped one full tit in my hand, hefting its weight. Then I stroked its velvet smoothness.

"Marty?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll help me, won't you?"

"Okay. Lie on your back and spread your legs."

"Not that, silly. I mean, you'll help me with the clues, won't you?"

Help her? Hell, the way-she'd moved in with me, I was probably going to wind up marrying her. Which wasn't a half bad idea, especially since I thought I was falling in love with her.

So I was probably stuck with helping her on this wild goose chase that Russ had dreamed up. The whole thing seemed crazy and I wondered if Russ had gotten a little kinky since his wife died. But it was obviously very important to Judy that she I figure this thing out, and that didn't leave me much choice.

I sighed. "Yeah, I'll help you."

"Good. And now that that's settled-"

She pulled down the zipper on my shorts and slipped her hand inside to seize my cock. For a minute she let her fingers play lightly around the head, then she began to gently stroke up and down the entire length of my prick.

"Jesus!" I said. "How do you expect me to think when you're doing that?"

She giggled. "You don't think with your cock, do you?"

"I don't think at all when a girl is playing with it. It's too distracting."

"If you can feel my breast, I can feel your prick."

I took my hand away from her tit. "Okay, then we'll both quit."

She grinned. "I don't want to."

I pulled her hand out of my shorts, pulled up my zipper and held it in my hand so she couldn't open it again.

"You're mean," she pouted.

"I'm trying to figure out those stupid clues in your letter."

Had Russ really gotten kinky or were the clues actually supposed to mean something intelligent? They sure didn't seem to make much sense. The first one apparently referred to some kind of an animal. But what animal? And what did an animal have to do with anything? Maybe, as Judy had suggested, it was some kind of a hint that we should go to the zoo. But that was kind of crazy. The zoo was a damned big place. You could walk around there for a week and what were you going to look for anyway?

I suddenly jumped as I felt Judy's hand on my cock again. How the hell had she gotten at it while I was holding my zipper closed? I lifted my head off the bed and saw her grinning at me. I also saw what she'd done. Those floppy old shorts of mine were pretty baggy and she'd discovered there was plenty of room for her to slide her hand up inside the leg.

"Surprise!" she cried. "You wouldn't let me in your zipper, so I found another way."

Her soft warm fingers crawled up and down on my prick with a tantalizing touch.

"Damn it, cut it out!"

It was a bit of a struggle because she didn't want to let go, but I managed to get her hand out of there. Then I held the leg of my shorts tightly closed with one hand while keeping the other hand on my zipper.

"Now let me think about those damn clues," I said. "I'm probably on the verge of a breakthrough and you'd better not interrupt me again."

Breakthrough? That was being overly optimistic, to say the least. I didn't even have a glimmer as to what the first clue meant. But if I thought the first one was bad, there was still the second one waiting for me. Zymm. What kind of a word was that, for Christ's sake? It sounded like something from a native dialect in the heart of Africa.

Africa? Elephants lived in Africa. Maybe there was a connection there. No, that was too farfetched. Russ couldn't have been that kinky that he'd be trying to pack us off on a safari in deepest Africa. Besides the third clue was in English, not in a native dialect. 1814 Baker Central. Of course, that might as well have been in some native dialect, for all the sense it made.

Gentle fingers clutched my cock and I jumped again.

Now what? I looked and groaned. Judy had slipped her hand up the other leg of my shorts.

"God Almighty!" I sighed.

She grinned again. "You have a problem, darling. There are three ways I can get at your prick-through the legs of your shorts and through your fly. But you only have two hands. So how are you going to keep me out of all three places?"

"I'll show you how."

I grabbed her and we wrestled back and forth on the bed for a couple of minutes. Finally I got both arms around her and held her tight against me.

"There," I said. "Mow let's see you get at my cock."

She didn't answer, but just kept grinning. And then I realized there was one thing I'd overlooked in getting her into this position. I was wearing only my loose shorts and she was completely naked, and the way I was holding her, her big breasts were squashed on my bare chest. In spite of my tight grip she managed to squirm a little bit, grinding her tits harder against me. Her nipples prodded at my chest.

And she did something else, too. She couldn't get her hands free, but she was able to move one of her legs and she rubbed it on my crotch.

I moaned. "Jesus-have a heart, Judy!"

"It's fun teasing you."

"I'll never figure out those goddamn clues if you keep-"

"You'll figure them out. I have complete confidence in you. Uncle Russ said you're admirably suited for what he had in mind. Remember?"

"Yeah, but he didn't know you were going to be so hot for my prick and I'd have to spend all my time fighting you off."

"I'll make you a deal."

I eyed her suspiciously. "Like what?"

"You take off your shorts and-"

"You think I'm crazy? Once you get my cock in the open, you'll never let me think."

"Yes-, I will. Take your shorts off so I can see it. Just let me look at it while you're thinking, and I promise I won't play with it at all."

I frowned skeptically. It was doubtful as hell that she'd be satisfied with just looking at my prick and she'd be after it again soon enough. But she was after it anyway, so it was worth a try. I took off my shorts.

Judy stared. "It's getting stiff."

"No wonder, the way you've been playing with it."

"Mmm, it's just beautiful!"

But she didn't make any move to touch it and I lay back and closed my eyes and tried to read Russ's mind. Judy had given me a new train of thought, one I'd overlooked before. Russ had said I was admirably suited for the job. What did that mean? Apparently, in his mind, it meant I was good at some particular thing or had some special qualification that would help us solve these riddles he'd given us.

So what was I good at? That was a good question in itself. But there had to be something I was good at.

Well, I was a writer, so I was good with words. Big deal. So I knew a pachyderm didn't necessarily have to be an elephant. But I didn't know a goddamn thing about a word like zymm.

What the hell was I good at anyway? Not much, apparently.

Words.

And girls.

Yeah, girls. Russ knew I liked to get laid. He was in the bar with me that time when I picked up the brunette with the dress cut so low her tits were practically hanging out, and he knew I took her home with me for the weekend. Then there'd been the two of us with the redhead. Jesus, she'd been a hot little cunt-a real nympho. Russ and I had taken her to my house. He got me to call up his wife and tell her he was drunk, had passed out and was spending the night with me. Yeah, he spent the night with me, all right. But he sure as hell hadn't passed cut. He'd fucked that redhead almost as often as I had.

So Russ knew I was always on the lookout for a piece of ass. But how did that make me admirably suited for tracking down the thing he'd left for Judy? Shit, that line of reasoning wasn't getting me anywhere.

I went back to the clues again.

Obviously, the-thing to do was break them down and concentrate on one at a time. Okay, tinted pachyderm. What about it?

Suppose it had to do with some kind of animal. I And since most people used the word pachyderm to refer to an elephant, let's assume that's what it meant here,

Now what about the goddam elephant?

It was tinted. Did that mean colored? Hell, how many colors could an elephant be? Brown, gray, white, black. Sure. Or maybe red, blue, green, pink, lavender-

Pink.

The Pink Elephant.

Jesus Christ, Russ had made sense with his first clue!

I opened my mouth to let out a whoop of excitement at the precise instant that Judy's hand closed around my cock.

I looked at her accusingly. "You were going to leave my prick alone if I took my shorts off."

"I said I wouldn't play with it. I'm not. I'm just holding it in my hand."

"That's the same as playing with it."

"No, it's not. And besides, I couldn't help it. It was starting to shrink and I want to get it big again."

She began stroking my cock with that gentle teasing touch of hers that almost drove me crazy. Then she added something extra. While she kept stroking with one hand, she used the fingers of her other hand to play around the head. It seemed no time at all before she had my prick standing up stiff and hard.

"Marty?" Her tone sounded apologetic. "You won't laugh at me if I ask you something, will you?"

"Of course not."

"Well, you know I haven't had too much experience at sex yet. But I understand-well-sometimes a girl takes a man's cock in her mouth and sucks it. Is that right?"

"Uh-yeah."

"Does a man like that?"

"Oh, hell, yes."

"What's it taste like?"

"I wouldn't know. Mine isn't that long that I can get it in my mouth."

She giggled. "Is it all right if I put it in my mouth?"

"Well-if you want to-yeah."

She lowered her head until her face was only inches from my prick. For a long moment she stared at it intently, as if she was trying to figure out just what it might do to her. Then she dropped her head lower and slipped the head of my cock between her lips. She didn't take it very far in. In fact, she didn't do much of anything, but just held my prick part way in her mouth as if she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next.

Then she pulled it out and looked at me. "I'm sorry to be so stupid, but what would you like me to do? I mean, what gives you the most pleasure?"

"Well, use your tongue first. Try licking it a little."

"Like this?"

She poked her tongue out and let it crawl aimlessly around on my cock.

"Lick around the end."

She shifted her position a little and moved her tongue to the head of my prick. Soon she was licking and bathing all around that sensitive area.

I squirmed. "Oh, Jesus! Yeah-that's right. Now lick the rest."

Her tongue slithered up and down on my cock. I guess she figured out from my reactions that the underside was a special sensitive part because she seemed to concentrate on that, and she was cooking up a storm as she licked with a light gentle touch.

"Vary the pressure," I told her. "Lick it harder sometimes."

She caught on pretty quickly. Her tongue crawled all over my prick, licking now with a soft flicking motion, then changing to a harder touch she applied with the flat of her tongue. From the tip to the hairy base, my cock glistened with her saliva.

I groaned. "Oh, God! Now I think you'd better take it in your mouth and suck it."

She opened her lips, wider than the last time because now she had my prick stiffened up to its full size. Then she slid it into her mouth again.

"Take it in further," I said. "Yean-like that. Now clamp your lips on it and ride your head up and down."

I groaned again as she started sucking. Now she wasn't asking for any instructions, and some instinct seemed to take over as she bobbed her head up and down. Maybe, instinctively, all girls are born cocksuckers. No, that's not true. I've known some who were lousy at it and a blowjob from them was hardly worth the time. But then there were girls like Judy who only needed a few pointers on how to go about it, and once they got started it seemed to come naturally to them.

At least it appeared that way with Judy and you'd hardly guess this was the first time she had sucked a prick. She knew instinctively to ride her head up and down in long sweeping strokes and a couple of times she took my cock so deep in her mouth I felt the head hit the back of her throat. And without my telling her, she kept her tongue working as her head rose and fell, and I was being licked and sucked at the same time.

It was only for so long that I could stand the kind of treatment she was giving me and I knew the end wasn't going to be too far away.

I pulled my prick out of her mouth. "Jesus, that's enough! Lie down and let me finish in your cunt."

"Is that the way you do it with other girls?"

"Well-sometimes."

"And other times you shoot your come in their mouths?"

"Uh-yeah."

"Do you like it that way? I mean, does it feel good to have a girl keep sucking your cock until you come in her mouth?"

"Well-sure, it feels good."

"Then that's the way we'll do it."

She slipped my prick between her lips and started sucking it again. But after a moment she stopped and looked up at me with another question.

"What do I do with it when you come in my mouth? What do the other girls do?"

"Well, usually they swallow it."

"Oh." She seemed surprised by that. She considered it briefly, and then shrugged. "Okay, I'll swallow it."

Again she plunged my cock into, her mouth and sucked it hard. Occasionally she paused to lick and nibble around the sensitive tip, but then she went back to her steady rhythm and her head rode up and down in long sweeping strokes. Her soft lips clung tightly to my rigid prick and I saw the hollow spots that appeared in her cheeks with the hard suction she applied. I was rapidly approaching the peak and, as if some instinct told her that, her head bobbed up and down even faster and she sucked still harder.

And suddenly I was there. I tried to hold back to prolong the exquisite sensations caused by her tongue and her lips, but it was no use. My cock jerked wildly and my come shot into her mouth. The violence of it seemed to catch her off guard as the first jet must have spurted deep into her throat. She choked momentarily. But she was a born cocksucker. She recovered immediately, hardly even breaking her rhythm, and her head continued riding up and down. Still my prick jerked and poured its come into her mouth and still she sucked, as if she was determined to draw every drop of fluid out of me. And while she sucked, she swallowed. Again and again. Until she'd taken all I had to give her and had swallowed every bit of it.

When my cock stopped jerking she finally took it out of her mouth. Then she licked a last sticky drop of come from the tip and grinned as she looked up at me.

"You know," she said, "I wish I'd learned to do that sooner. It's real exciting with your prick between my lips and your come spurting in my mouth. I'm going to suck your cock a lot from now on."

"Any time, sweetheart."

"Did I do it right?"

"Yeah-and how!"

"But was I as good as all those other girls you've had? I want to be the best, so I'll have you all to myself."

I squeezed her firm breast. "Honey, you're the greatest."

Chapter Five

"What's 'The Pink Elephant'?" asked Judy.

"It's a bar."

She frowned. "A bar? How can that have any connection with the thing Uncle Russ wants me to find? Are you sure that's what the first clue means?"

"Well, figure it out for yourself. Tinted pachyderm-Pink Elephant. It fits."

"But you said the word pachyderm could also mean a rhinoceros or a hippopotamus."

"Yeah, it could. But I never heard of a Pink Rhinoceros or a Pink Hippopotamus. It has to be The Pink Elephant."

I didn't tell her the rest, the other reason I was so sure. The Pink Elephant wasn't just the corner-gin-mill type of bar. If their prices were any kind of guide, it was considered a rather high-class establishment. And they never would have sold many drinks at those prices if it hadn't been for their main attraction. Strippers. But they didn't hire just any girl who'd take her clothes off. The management claimed it hired only the most attractive girls, and the few times I'd been in the place I hadn't yet seen any girl I'd turn my nose up at.

And now some of the pieces of Russ Crawford's riddle were falling into place. He thought I was "admirably suited" for what he had in mind. In other words, he knew I was interested in girls. Especially pretty girls. And especially pretty girls who take their clothes off. What he really meant to say in his letter to Judy was, "Marty Nolan is a horny bastard, and where there are girls involved he's the one to handle the job." So there wasn't any doubt in my mind that his first clue referred to The Pink Elephant.

But I didn't think it wise to explain all that to Judy.

So I simply told her, "Believe me, it has to be the Pink Elephant."

She was still skeptical but she took my word for it, mainly because she couldn't think of anything else it might be.

"If you say so," she said. "So when do we go there?"

"We?"

"Well, of course. You're helping me look for the gift Uncle Russ left me, but you don't think I'm going to sit here and let you do everything all alone, do you?"

I should have foreseen that possibility that she'd want to come along with me, but somehow it hadn't occurred to me.

I cleared my throat. "Uh-well -I think perhaps-uh-I should go alone."

"Why?"

I didn't exactly lie to her. I just neglected to mention the strippers and, without actually saying so, I made it sound as though The Pink Elephant catered to a tough crowd and wasn't a place where she ought to go. It took a long time but in the end she gave in reluctantly.

"All right," she sighed. "You go alone. But be careful. You don't know what might happen in a place like that."

True, but it could be interesting to find out. So I went alone to The Pink Elephant.

The place hadn't changed much since the last time I'd been there. There might have been a fresh coat of paint on the walls, but aside from that everything looked the same.

The stools at the bar were almost deserted at the moment. That's because they were too far away from the real action and most of the paying customers were across the room.

On that side of the room, sticking out from a curtained backdrop, was a small stage with tables clustered closely around its three exposed sides. The trick, of course, was to try to get one of the tables right next to the stage. That way, when a girl came onstage and peeled down to her lovely skin, you were almost close enough to stick a finger in her pussy. Except that sticking fingers in pussies was strictly forbidden. You could look all you wanted, but not touch. Also, it was hard to get a table that close. Most of the guys who grabbed them were probably even hornier than me, and once they got the closest tables they usually sat there until the joint closed. So most of the time your best bet lay in getting whatever table you could, and then, if somebody left from a closer table, you could try to beat six other guys to it. If you were lucky, and if you wanted to stay long enough and spend that much for drinks, you might end up pretty close to the stage before the last stripper of the night came on.

I was lucky, though. Practically the first thing I saw when I walked in was a beautiful bare ass disappearing between the curtains at the back of the stage. Obviously I had arrived just as one of the girls had finished her routine. And the second thing I saw was a fat man at one of the tables right next to the stage. His glass was empty and he was busily collecting his pipe and tobacco pouch and matches, and stuffing them all in his pockets. He was clearly leaving, but no one seemed to notice because they were all craning their necks for a last glimpse of that bare ass disappearing between the curtains. I threaded my way through the tables and slid into the fat man's chair before he had moved a step away. All around me, other guys who had wanted that chair scowled at me.

A waitress appeared and I ordered a drink while I ogled her. Apparently the management's policy of hiring pretty girls applied not only to the strippers but to the waitresses as well. This one was a tall blonde with a shape that would have made you look twice, no matter what she was wearing. But now you looked more than twice because of the uniform she had on. It was a version of a bunny costume, cut low enough on the top so it, barely covered her breasts, and cut high enough at the bottom that it barely covered her ass. And it was so skin-tight it gave the impression that if she sneezed it would split right down the middle and leave her stark naked. I ogled her a second time when she brought my drink. When she bent to put it on the table, I peered closely at her attractive cleavage.

Then music floated out of some hidden speakers and the next stripper came onstage.

She was rather short, had jet black hair and was wearing some kind of long flowing costume so that yards of billowing material swirled around her as she moved. But as she gracefully went through her routine and gradually peeled off all the excess yardage, it became obvious there was a voluptuous body underneath.

She got down to the point where she was wearing only a narrow strip of transparent gauze across her tits, and a similarly transparent little thing that might be called panties if you really stretched your imagination.

Then she took off the strip that covered her breasts.

Her tits weren't overly large but they were full and round and nicely shaped, and a ripple of applause spread across the tables as she stood still for a moment and let the audience gaze at her near nudity.

Now she began to move again. Her body undulated exotically and she went through a few more steps of her routine before she reached for the hidden snaps that held the scrap of material across her crotch.

She took it off.

Now she wore only a g-string.

The applause was louder this time and again she danced briefly around the stage. Finally she stopped, stood motionless in the center and reached for her g-string. She made a move as if to take it off, then hesitated, making it plain that she was waiting for more applause. She got it. She smiled and reached for the g-string again, and this time she moved it an inch or two so everyone got a glimpse of her cunthair. Then she stopped again and waited for the applause. Hell, she was going to take it off but she just wanted to hear the men clap loud enough before she did.

And apparently the applause finally satisfied her.

She took off the g-string.

Naked, she posed again, turning in all directions so no one in the audience would miss a thing. But she still wasn't through displaying her body. Now she walked to the edge of the stage, right up to the tables, and slowly strutted around all sides of the stage, giving every one a good close look. Then she turned and came back again, only this time she added a new twist. She stopped and put a foot up on the edge of one of the tables.

She did it at my table too. Her leg was gracefully bent as her foot rested on the table. Through the tangle of her pubic hair I could see the puffy edges of her cuntiips. She winked seductively, ran her tongue over her lips. Then she slid her hands up her thighs and pulled her cuntiips open.

I was gazing right into her pussy.

You peer into a girl's open cunt like that and it's a hell of a thing when you're not allowed to even touch her. I wondered how many pricks were getting stiff as she went from table to table like that. And after she'd given everyone a close up view of her pussy, she blew kisses to the audience and disappeared behind the curtains.

The next girl came onstage. She wasn't as graceful in her movements, but that didn't seem to disturb the men in the audience. They were there to ogle naked girls and that was their only concern. So this stripper got just as much applause when she uncovered her breasts and took off her g-string.

But once she was naked, she had a different routine from the previous girl. The focal point of her act was not her pussy but her tits, and they were big enough that they couldn't help but be the focal point. They were two huge melons sprouting on her chest. I don't think I've ever seen a girl with such enormous boobs.

But it wasn't just their size. It was what she did with them that was fascinating. She must have had tremendous muscle control. She bounced them up and down, and swung them from side to side like giant pendulums. And then, unbelievably, for her finale she rotated them in circles. No other part of her body seemed to move except the huge breasts that swung around and around in great arcs. But one of them rotated clockwise while the other went counter-clockwise. The audience loved it. They were still applauding wildly as she slowly backed through the curtains, her enormous tits still revolving in opposite directions.

I heaved a deep sigh and finished my drink.

This was all very entertaining, having one stripper show me her open cunt and watching another girl with talented boobs. But it wasn't really helping me get any closer to whatever it was Russ Crawford must have wanted me to find.

I glanced around the room and noticed, for the first time, that an area in the back was dimly lit. As near as I could make out, that section seemed to have a number of booths along the walls which offered a certain amount of privacy. I didn't have any idea what I might accomplish there, but I wasn't accomplishing anything where I was and I'd have to tell Judy I'd done something beside ogle the strippers. So I got up, almost getting trampled by the rush of men who wanted my front table, and moved to the back of the room. I found a booth with an empty table and slid into the seat.

In a few moments a waitress appeared from somewhere and now I learned that the waitresses in this part of the room were dressed differently from the ones out by the stage. Fastened around her waist, this girl wore some kind of long diaphanous skirt that almost reached the floor, but it was the damndest kind of skirt I ever saw. There was no front to it. Her legs and thighs were completely exposed. In fact, almost everything was exposed. All she wore under the revealing skirt was a g-string.

And above the waist she was nude. Well, almost. Nude except for pasties on her nipples.

I eyed the bold thrust of her breasts and the jiggle of that firm rounded flesh as she walked. With everything else she was showing, I wondered what idiot made the rules that said she had to cover her nipples. According to those rules, maybe it'd be okay if I showed my cock as long as I kept my balls covered.

The girl took my order and brought my drink. She leaned over to put it on the table and her tits dangled in front of me. I reached up and tapped one of her pasties with a fingertip.

"Compared to the girls on the stage," I said, "you're kind of over-dressed."

She grinned. "The pasties give a little protection."

"Protection?"

"A lot of guys get horny from watching the strippers, and then they like to come back here and pinch our nipples."

"I thought we weren't supposed to touch."

She shrugged. "Back here where it's darker-well, nobody pays much attention to the rules."

"Oh."

I traced my finger over the swell of her tits. Her skin had the feel of velvet. Then I gently cupped a breast in my palm.

"Will you buy me a drink?" she asked.

I'd kind of been expecting that. Up front the girls got paid for peeling all the way down, and back here they got a percentage on the drinks they could con the suckers into buying. But I was here to get information and some extra expense was unavoidable.

"Sure," I said, "I'll buy you a drink. If you can help me with something."

She got a wary look. "Like what?"

"I'm a friend of Russ Crawford's. Did you know him?"

She thought for a moment, then sighed. "I could be a bitch and tell you I didn't know Russ and let you buy me some drinks so I'd make more money. But-well, you were nice to me."

"I was?"

"When you felt me a minute ago. I don't mind guys feeling me a little bit-it goes with the job. Only some of them squeeze hell out of my tits and it hurts. But you didn't do that."

"I figure girls are to be loved, not hurt."

She smiled. "That's what I mean-you're a nice guy. And you want Kate, not me. I'll send her over."

She was gone before I could ask her anything further and it wasn't long before another girl arrived.

"I'm Kate," she announced.

I nodded. She was a tall redhead and was wearing only the pasties, g-string and revealing skirt. With her full thrusting breasts and sensuous thighs and legs, she made a delightful picture in that skimpy outfit. She slid into the booth beside me and I bought her a drink.

Even though she was tall, my head came above hers. She looked up at me for a minute, then glanced at the width of my shoulders.

"Jesus," she said, "you're a big guy."

I eyed her nearly naked tits. "You're kind of big yourself."

"You sound like Russ. He was a too."

"Well, I don't know whether I'm really a breast man."

She looked surprised. "You don't like tits? Then how come you've been staring at mine like you want to eat them or something?"

"I didn't say I didn't like tits. I love 'em. Especially a pair like you've got. I only meant- well, the way I look at it, a girl's got more than just tits." I dropped my hand to her thigh. "A lot more. Her boobs may be the first thing that catch your eye because of the nice way they stick out, but you don't want to overlook all the other things that can be just as interesting."

I stroked her thigh, feeling its smoothness beneath my fingers. And I worked my hand higher toward her crotch which was covered only by the g-string.

She mocked me with a smile. "You're a philosopher yet. What are you doing in a place like this? I thought only horny guys came in here to stare at naked girls."

"Maybe I'm a horny philosopher. And naked girls are some of my most favorite people." My fingers played around the edges of her g-string. "As a matter of fact, honey, I wish you weren't wearing quite so many clothes."

She didn't answer, but just sipped her drink and the silence grew between us for a time. I knew I ought to be making some effort to find out why Russ's first clue had brought me here, but I didn't even know what the hell I was looking for. The only connection with Russ that I'd found here so far was this nearly naked redhead.

"Did you know Russ very long?" I asked her.

She shrugged, making her bare breasts leap. "A while. He came here quite often-for the last year or two, I guess."

"And you got to know him pretty well?"

She looked at me. "You're asking if he screwed me?"

"Well-"

"Yeah, he screwed me. And he was pretty damn good too, for an older guy. I gather you were a friend of his."

I nodded. "For a Song time. Plenty of bottles we shared together." I grinned. "One night we even shared a girl."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Where'd you take that girl you shared?"

"To my house."

"What'd she look like?"

"Christ, I don't remember any more. She was a redhead like you, that's all I know. But she wasn't built like you."

She nodded. "I was wondering if you were the guy he was telling me about, and I guess you arc."

"Russ told you about me?"

"He mentioned different things. Like sharing that other redhead. When it came to girls, I guess you and Russ had pretty much the same tastes, huh?"

"I guess so."

"You want to screw me?"

She came out with it so unexpectedly, I blinked at her in surprise. "That's an interesting idea. I'm glad you thought of it."

"Well, Russ liked me in bed, so I thought you would too."

"Yeah. How long before you're through here?"

She patted my leg and stood up. "Not long. While you're waiting, you can watch the strippers and get a little hornier. I like horny men."

So I watched the strippers. Yeah, and I got horny too. Hell, any guy who sits and looks at naked girls showing their bouncing tits and their hairy cunts is going to get horny if he's normal. And I'm plenty normal when it comes to that.

And when we got to Kate's apartment she didn't exactly cool me off either. She told me to make myself a drink and said she'd be back in a minute, then she disappeared into the bedroom.

When she came back, I almost dropped my drink.

She had changed into a black nylon robe that was so thin it was like a black mist floating around her body. The neckline plunged all the way down to her waist, not only revealing the deep valley between her big breasts but leaving her breasts mostly uncovered too. It was a long robe, coming almost down to the floor, only it didn't cover much more down below than it did up top. She had it tied at the waist but below that it swung open with every step she took, showing her tapering thighs almost up to her crotch. And even where her body was covered, it damn well wasn't hidden. Through the gossamer material of the robe I clearly saw her nipples and the dark patch of her cunthair.

I gulped. "Jesus, you ought to warn a guy when you come out wearing a thing like that."

"Well, you've been looking at other girls all evening. Now I want to make sure you look at me."

"I'm looking-I'm looking."

"And I'm going to do a little looking too."

I frowned. "You like to look at yourself?"

"No. At you."

"Me?"

"You've been having a good time watching the strippers all evening. Now I want to enjoy myself and watch someone strip."

I stared at her. "You want me to put on a strip act?"

"Why not? A man likes to watch a girl take her clothes off. Why shouldn't a girl like to watch a man undress?"

"Well-"

"I don't mean you have to go into a dance routine or anything like that, Just stand there and take you,?- clothes off."

"Yeah, but-"

"It gets rue all charged up watching a man's body slowly being exposed-his chest, his stomach, his prick. Just the sight of a big prick turns me on."

"Maybe I don't have a big enough prick for you."

"Russ said you did."

It's nice to have friends who say good things about you. I wondered what else Russ had told her. It seemed obvious she was the key to that damn clue Russ had left.

Impatiently she dropped in a chair. "Well, are you going to strip for me or not? Don't tell me you're modest or something."

It wasn't a question of modesty. Hell, I couldn't even count the number of times I'd taken my clothes off in front of a girl. It was just that I'd never done it as a deliberate strip act with the girl staring at me like Kate was, and that made it different somehow. Still, she knew something about Russ and I had to find out what it was, so I was going to have to humor her. Even if it meant giving her a strip show.

I unbuttoned my shirt and drew it off, then pulled my undershirt over my head. My shoes and socks were next. When I opened my belt, her tongue crept out and crawled across her lips. I pulled down my zipper and slowly lowered my pants, then stepped out of them and dropped them on a chair. For a moment I stood in just my shorts. Now her eyes had a humid look and I noticed she'd slipped her hand inside her robe and was rubbing her cunt.

I started pushing my shorts down very slowly, just an inch at a time. Now she could probably see my pubic hair. The shorts went lower. I *was watching her closely and when I saw a sudden glint in her eye I knew my cock was exposed. I slid the shorts down the rest of the way and kicked them aside. Now I was naked.

"Beautiful!" she murmured. "Russ wasn't kidding about you. God, look at the size of that thing!"

"Let's get you naked too."

She shook her head. "Not yet."

"What the hell do you mean-not yet?"

"Taking your clothes off is only part of it. I like to watch a prick get hard."

"Pine. You start playing with it and-"

"No, we'll do it my way. I'm going to tease you and make your cock get stiff." She giggled. "I love to be a cockteaser. It gets a man all worked up and it makes me excited as hell."

I don't know whether I would have gone along with this kinky set-up under ordinary circumstances. But I needed to find out what she knew about Russ, and that meant I had to play along.

She grinned. "Does it get you hot and bothered to have a girl show you her naked body? I hope so. Then I can watch your prick get big and stiff."

She pulled open that plunging neckline to expose her breasts. They were just as full and round as when I'd seen them back at The Pink Elephant, but now there were no pasties and I could see her thick brown nipples as well. She began to massage her tits, running her hands over them, cupping them in her palms and squeezing the soft flesh.

"Do you like to watch me feel my breasts?" she breathed. "It makes you want to feel them, doesn't it? You'd like to get my tits in your hands and squeeze them-mmm, it feels so good!"

Goddamn it, it did make rue want to get my hands on her breasts. My prick was starting to tingle, but I had to play her silly game and just stand there and look.

"Watch this," she said. "Did you ever see a girl Lick her own nipples? You can only do it if you have big boobs."

She hefted her tits upward, dropping her head at the same time. Her tongue crawled out and flicked against her nipple. She licked it gently, her tongue fluttering back and forth, and then she shifted and licked her other nipple.

She looked up at me. "I'll bet you're good with your tongue, aren't you? You know how a girl's nipples feel firm and rubbery on your tongue. And look how hard my nipples get when I lick them."

It was true. They had grown stiff and pointing, hard little peaks on her breasts.

"You're getting hard too," she said.

I nodded. My cock was tingling more than ever and was starting to stiffen.

"See if this gets it harder," she murmured.

She untied the belt around her waist and pulled her robe open all the way down the front. Now her entire body was exposed to my view. But she was going to show me even more than that. She spread her legs wide, then pulled her cuntlips apart.

I stared into her gaping pussy.

"It's just like before," she ginned, "when that stripper put her foot up on your table and showed you her cunt. Did you like looking at her cunt?"

"Yeah."

"She didn't do this, though."

She poked her finger into her pussy and slowly slid it in as far as she could get it. Then she gently worked it in and out.

"You like to watch that?" she purred. "I'll bet it makes you wish it was your prick in there. Oh Jesus, I'm getting juicy! The juiciest cunt in the city, that's me. I look at a good stiff cock and it's like somebody turned on the spigot in my pussy."

My prick was stiff and throbbing like mad and I'd had about all of her crazy game I could take.

"Kate, for Christ's sake!"

"Think of how it's going to feel when you ram your hard cock into my wet cunt and fuck me."

"Goddamn it-"

"My pussy is almost ready for you. And your prick is so nice and big. Bring it over to me."

I stepped closer to her and she seized my cock in her hand, her fingers curling around it. With an experienced and tantalizing touch, she gently stroked up and down the length of it. And at the same time she kept sliding her finger in and out of her cunt.

She giggled. "I'm a horny bitch, aren't I? I work on your prick with one hand and on my pussy with the other. Bend down a little and see if you can get a finger on my clit."

I did as she asked and rubbed my fingertip over her clit. It was hard and swollen with excitement and she jumped as I touched it. Gently I massaged the hard little- nub.

Suddenly she pushed me away. "Jesus, that's enough-I'm ready! You want to go in the bedroom?"

"The hell with the bedroom. Get your ass down on the floor."

She slid out of the robe which wasn't covering anything anyway and dropped to the floor. Lying on her back, she flung her legs wide apart.

"Stick it in me!" she panted. "Bury that lovely cock in my twat!"

She grabbed my prick, guiding it to her, and poked the head into her cunt.

Her eyes were wild. "Sink it in my pussy-ram it in me!"

There was something on the inside of her thigh, so high up it was almost in her crotch. It looked like a smudge and I tried to brush it away, but it stuck there.

"Get it in me!" she wailed.

The hell with the smudge. I urged my hips forward and her cunt was so wet I went in all the way with one easy push.

"Ahh!" she breathed. "That's better. God, you fill my pussy with that club of yours! Now fuck me good!"

I started out at a fairly fast tempo, sliding my cock in and out of her with long steady strokes. As worked up as she was, I didn't think she was going to last very long.

"Harder!" she demanded.

I picked up the speed and fucked her harder. But that still didn't satisfy her.

"Harder!"

Now I was working in a hard fast rhythm, my prick plunging deep into her juicy cunt. Hell, the way this was going, I wasn't going to last very long either.

It was a wild fuck. My body battered against hers with such force that I pushed her a few inches across the rug and I had to crawl after her to keep sinking my cock all the way into her. Her head rocked from side to side and she drummed her heels on my ass as if she wanted to make sure I kept getting into her pussy as deeply as possible.

She surprised me by lasting longer than I'd thought she would. In fact, the way we were going at it, I was getting dangerously close to the peak and I began to wonder if she was going to get there with me.

So I decided to help her along.

I slid my hand down between our bodies and got my thumb on her clit.

"Jesus!" she screeched.

I kept massaging her hard clit and her heels beat on my ass more furiously than ever. She was panting for breath and there was a funny strangling sound in her throat.

I don't know which one of us got there first. I'd reached the point where I couldn't hold back any longer and I just had to let it go. She suddenly stiffened at the same instant. Then the come raced the length of my prick and blasted deep in her cunt. And as she felt the first hot spurt, she went crazy beneath me. Her body leaped and plunged, her hips bucking so violently I had to hold her tightly to make sure she didn't force my cock out of her pussy. Over and over my prick jerked and with each jerk it squirted another burst of come into her, while she still thrashed beneath me and her nails tore at my back. Then slowly the violence began to subside. Her thrashing died away to an occasional tremble. My cock jerked less frantically and finally pumped one last feeble spurt of come in her cunt.

It was over and for a time we lay without moving, my body on top of hers and my prick still in her pussy.

At last I pulled it out and settled back on my haunches. A little trickle of come leaked from her cunt and as I watched it I saw that smudge on her thigh again. Only it wasn't a smudge. I bent closer to look at it and saw it was a small tattoo-a letter and two numbers. R49.

I frowned. "That's a screwy place for a tattoo. What the hell does R49 mean?"

"I wish I knew. Your friend, Russ Crawford, had it done. He paid me pretty well; and the only thing he told me was that it was damn important."

Chapter Six

"R49?" said Judy, "What's that mean?"

Only the words didn't come out that clearly and it wasn't that easy to understand because she was trying to talk while she had my cock in her mouth.

But I knew what she was saying because she'd been repeating the same thing ever since I'd told her about it. When I finally got home from Kate's, I'd found Judy still waiting up for me-if you call lying naked in bed waiting up for me. She'd said she couldn't go to sleep until she found out what I'd learned at The Pink Elephant. So I'd told her about the letter and the two numbers-R49-although I didn't mention the fact that I'd found them tattooed high on a girl's thigh right next to her pussy. Instead, I merely said Russ had written them down and left them with the girl-which was more or less close to the truth.

The letter and the numbers didn't make any more sense to Judy than they did to me. She kept puzzling over them just as I had done. Even when she decided she was going to suck my prick before we went to sleep, she was still wondering about it and kept trying to talk about it while my cock was swollen to its full size and she had it deep in her mouth.

"R49?" she repeated. "What's it mean?"

"Judy, for Christ's sake! If you're going to talk, okay. But if you're going to suck, then stop talking and suck!"

That didn't stop her, of course. She went right on trying to talk and suck at the same time. In the end, only one thing finally stopped her from talking and that was when I shot my load of come in her mouth. Then she quit talking in a hurry. With the flood I poured in her mouth, I saw her cheeks billow outward momentarily until she remembered to swallow.

And when she'd finally sucked the last drop of come from my prick and swallowed that too, I was too pooped to do any more thinking about Russ Crawford's goddamn mysteries.

"I'm tired," I told Judy.

I didn't explain that I'd had a full evening-watching the strippers and the nearly naked waitresses, fucking Kate and now getting a blowjob at home. I merely said it was late as hell, I was tired and we'd talk about it in the morning.

And I went to sleep.

Then in the morning we talked about it. Or at least Judy did. She woke me up by babbling excitedly about some maps and I let her rattle on all the time we were getting dressed, although I didn't have the faintest idea of what she was talking about. I didn't even try to understand until we'd had breakfast and I settled back with another cup of coffee.

"Okay," I said, "I think the caffeine is working and my brain is about to open up the store. So start over at the beginning and tell me what you're talking about."

She stared at me reproachfully. "You mean you haven't heard a thing I've said?"

"I've been trying not to. Honey, you have to understand-waking up is a slow and painful process for me. My eyes don't focus, my ears have the volume way down low, and my brain isn't plugged in. But I think everything is operating now, so go ahead."

She sighed. "Well, I was lying in bed thinking about that R49 that Uncle Russ wrote down, and I was wondering what it could possibly mean. That's when I thought of a map."

"What map?"

"I don't know."

I shook my head. "I guess one of my circuits is shorted out. I lost you somewhere. What's a map got to do with anything? Especially when you don't even know what map you're talking about."

"You know how you try to find something on a map and the index tells you it's in R49. So you follow the letters across the top of the map until you come to R, and follow the numbers down the side to 49. The square on the map where the letter and the number cross is R49, and that's where you'll find the thing you were looking for."

"So you think R49 means a map reference?"

"It might."

I thought about it. "Yeah, it might, at that."

It sounded kind of screwy, but it probably wasn't any screwier than tattooing the letter and the numbers on a girl's thigh. Maybe Russ had really slipped over the edge in the last couple of years and had prepared some crazy kind of treasure map for us. And maybe the next clue was going to tell us to take seven paces north from the old oak tree or something like that. I shook my head in disgust.

"Well," said Judy, "do you have a map?"

"Sure. I've got lots of maps. Which one do you want?"

"How about a street map of the city?"

"Yeah. At least that's close to home."

I got the map and we spread it out on the table and studied it. But it wasn't very encouraging.

"Hell," I said, "there's nothing there at R49. Part of that square is in the river, and the rest of it is the city dump."

"Well-let's try a map of the state."

"Okay."

That wasn't much better. The square for R49 was at the other end of the state.

I finished my coffee. "Want to try a world map? The way we're going, R49 would probably be the north pole."

Judy heaved a sigh of disappointment. "I was so sure that's what it was. If it isn't a map, what else could it be with letters and numbers like that?"

That was a good question and I turned it over and over in my mind.

"Well," I said, "I can think of at least two possibilities. It could be part of a combination to a lock. Or it could be something written in code."

"What kind of code?"

"Damned if I know. Maybe a number stands for a vowel and a letter stands for a consonant. It could be almost anything. I think your Uncle Russ was pretty kinky."

"I don't think so. The trouble is that we just don't have enough information yet. We have to find out what the second clue means."

I groaned. "The second one? I can't even understand the first one."

"But maybe the second one will help us understand the first one."

I sighed. "Okay. Second clue coming up. Zymm. What the hell's a zymm?"

We went around on that for a long time and we both drew a complete blank. Finally Judy stood up and took her clothes off. Only there wasn't much to take off because she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. She just whipped her dress over her head and that was it. Instant nudity. I stared at her high thrusting breasts and her blonde cunthair.

"Jesus!" I croaked. "What are you doing?"

She opened my zipper and pulled out my cock. "I'm helping you figure out the second clue."

"Like this? You're as batty as your Uncle Russ."

"Well, I was playing with your prick and you fucked me when you figured out the first clue. Maybe it'll work this time."

She played with my cock and stroked it and fondled it and at last she stuck it in her mouth and sucked it.

I squirmed. "I told you it wouldn't work. All you've done is give me a hell of a harden."

She got up and quickly cleared the dishes off the table. Then she lay on the table with her legs wide apart and her ass half hanging off the edge.

"Well," she grinned, "you haven't fucked me yet. Maybe that'll work."

I knew damn well it wasn't going to work, but there was only one way to prove it to her. And besides, I had to do something about the harden she'd given me.

So I stepped in between her legs, speared my prick into her cunt and fucked, her. And when we climaxed together, the violence of it made the old table creak and groan. After it was all over, I pulled my limp cock out of her and shook my head.

"You're a terrific lay," I said, "and I love to get my prick into that pussy of yours. But all that does is drain my balls it doesn't do a thing for my thought processes. I still don't know a damn thing about a zymm."

"I wonder if it's a name."

"The name of what?"

"Of a person." She slid off the table and padded naked across the room. Then she let out a yelp. "Do you have to fill a girl so full of come when you fuck her? It's leaking out of my cunt and running down my leg!"

She grabbed a tissue and stuffed it in her pussy as a blotter. Then she got the phone book and started leafing through it. I peered over her shoulder but her left breast stuck out and blocked my view of the page. Her tit was more interesting anyway, so I just looked at that. And fondled it.

"Here it is!" she said triumphantly. "E. Zymm-73 East 5th."

I shook my head sadly. You had to have a weird mind to figure out something as kinky as that. But at least she had a tremendous body.

Now we had a re-run of the argument we'd had before I went to The Pink Elephant. She was going with me. And it was harder to talk her out of it this time. I wasn't exactly sure why I was trying to talk her out of it, except for the strange place I'd found the first clue. If Mr. Zymm had a wife or a daughter and I had to look for a tattoo up next to her cunt, it wasn't going to be very easy to do it with Judy around. So I argued long and hard, even though I couldn't tell her the real reason. And in the end she finally gave in and I went off by myself to see Mr. Zymm.

He lived in an upstairs apartment and I climbed a flight of steps and rang his bell. But it wasn't Mr. Zymm who opened the door and peered out at me. It was a girl, a brunette wearing a sweater and shorts. The sweater was skin-tight, clasping her breasts almost as tightly as I would have liked to clasp them. And the shorts were very short indeed, giving me a great view of her fine legs. Without realizing it, I spent too much time letting my eyes roam back and forth between her tits and her legs.

"Well," she snapped, "have you seen enough? Or would you rather I took my clothes off so you can see everything?"

"I-uh-I'm sorry. You surprised me-I didn't expect to see a beautiful girl. I came to see Mr. Zymm."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you trying to pull? There's no Mr. Zymm here."

"This is his apartment, isn't it?"

"This is my apartment. I'm Ellen Zymm."

E. Zymm-Ellen Zymm. I should have known. With Russ involved, it had to be a girl living here.

I tried to start over again. "My name is Nolan-Marty Nolan. I'm a friend of Russ Crawford's and I-"

Her manner changed instantly. "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? Come on in."

I followed her into the room, watching the interesting movements in her shorts as she walked. I hadn't realized until now that her shorts were just about as tight as her sweater, and her ass jiggled and swayed in an intriguing way with every step she took.

She sat on a sofa. "So you're a friend of Russ Crawford's. Good old Russ. It's a damn shame he was killed in that plane crash."

"Yeah."

Now that she was sitting down and I couldn't look at her ass any more, my eyes were drawn to her tight sweater and the way it bulged with the thrust of her breasts. But after the way I'd stared earlier I decided I'd better not do it again, so I pulled my eyes away and idly glanced around the room.

I blinked in surprise. For a moment I thought I was in an art gallery or something. She chuckled at my surprise.

"I'm a photographer," she said.

"Oh."

There were pictures everywhere. All sizes and shapes. The walls were covered with them and it looked as if she'd run out of space because lots of others stood on the floor leaning against the wall. The subjects were varied too. There were landscapes and still life and portraits. But mostly portraits. It seemed she liked to photograph people most of all. There were even a couple of nudes.

"How do you like my work?" she asked.

"Very good."

"Have you done any photography work yourself?"

"No, it's strictly out of my line. I don't know a damn thing about it."

"The ones I like best are over there. I'm really proud of these."

I followed her across the room and she went through a pile of pictures that were leaning against the wall. She chattered on at great length, explaining about contrast and composition and several other things that apparently determined whether a picture was good or bad. They all looked good to me, but when she got near the end of the pile there was one that caught my interest and looked better than all the rest.

It was a nude, a full-length nude. I looked at it closely, studying the lush body of the model, then turned to her with a puzzled look on my face.

She nodded and grinned. "That's right-it's me. Do you like it?"

I peered at the picture again. At the jut of her full breasts and the curve of her hips. Her body was slightly turned in such a way that there was a faint shadow across her crotch, but I could still see the tangled thatch of her cunthair.

"Yeah," I said. "I like it."

"I thought you didn't know much about photography."

"Well-"

She laughed. "I know-you weren't looking at it; from a photographic viewpoint, but from a biological one."

"Uh-something like that."

"I guess you're even hornier than your friend Russ. Show a man a picture of a naked girl and-Hell, it didn't give you a harden, did it?"

"Of course not."

"Okay. I just wondered."

She had pulled the picture out of the pile and stood it by itself, and I looked at it again.

"I thought you were the photographer," I said, "How come you're the model there-who took the picture?"

"I did. It's a self-portrait."

"Yeah? How do you take a picture of yourself?"

"You have a timer on your camera. You set it so you have enough time to get in place, and then the timer snaps the picture."

"Ingenious," I murmured, still looking at the photograph.

"Of course, it's hard to get a good self-portrait, There's nobody behind the camera to tell you how you look or to turn this way or that way."

"Well, any time you want to take that one over again, I'll be glad to stand behind the camera and tell you how you look."

She laughed again. "I'll just bet you would."

Then her laugh faded and she got an odd look on heir face. Without saying anything, she walked around me a couple of times, then came back to face me and stared at me closely.

"I'd like to do a portrait of you," she announced.

I was on the point of telling her to forget it, when I remembered I'd come here looking for information on Russ's second clue. And that meant I couldn't antagonize her.

So I nodded doubtfully. "Well, maybe. We'll talk about it sometime when-"

"Let's do it right now. I want to get a good front view that'll show those broad shoulders of yours."

It seemed like I ought to feel slighted because she only wanted my head and shoulders. After all, my chest is pretty broad too.

"Well," I said, "you'll probably want everything down to the waist, won't you?"

"More than that, It'll be a full-length portrait."

"Oh. That's nice."

"Fine. You take your clothes off and I'll get my equipment ready."

I gaped at her. "Take my clothes off?"

"Of course. How else can you pose for a nude portrait?"

I blinked. "Nude? Front view? Full-length? You mean with my-my bare-"

"Your bare penis? Certainly."

"Now just a cotton-pickin' minute. If you think I'm going to pose-"

She sighed. "Oh, God-the false modesty of the male!"

"It's not modesty. It's just-"

"You didn't see anything wrong with that nude portrait of me."

"Well-no, but-"

"You think it's fine for a girl to pose in the nude and show her breasts and her crotch."

"Yeah, but™"

"Then why shouldn't a man show his prick?"

"Well, that's different. Besides, if you get a nude picture of me, how the hell do I know who you'll sell it to? I wouldn't want-"

She rolled her eyes upward. "I promise I won't sell it to anyone but you."

"Me? Jesus, why would I want a picture of myself? I can just look in the mirror and-"

She grinned. "You can frame it and hang it on the wall. Think of the impression it'll make on the girls you bring home to see your etchings."

Maybe she had a point but I wasn't too impressed. I just wanted to get her mind off that crazy picture and get on with the business that had brought me here.

"Look," I said, "forget the portrait. I wanted to talk to you about Russ Crawford."

Her jaw set stubbornly. "No. We won't talk about anything until I do a nude portrait of you."

I groaned. Good old Russ had really gotten me into a fine mess this time.

"I'll tell you what," said Ellen. "If you're embarrassed by being nude in front of a girl, I'll take my clothes off too. Will you be less self-conscious if we're both naked?"

That might make it a little better. I glanced at her picture again, then turned back to swept my eyes up and down her body. O thought, that would make it a tot better.

I nodded. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

She grinned. "I had a feeling you'd think so."

It seems that as a photographer's model, you don't take your clothes off the way everyone else does. I mean, you don't just stand there and peel-you have to go behind a screen and do it. At least that was the way Ellen arranged it. I undressed slowly while I heard her moving around in the room. Then, nude, I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the screen.

Ellen was naked too.

I watched her as she fiddled with her camera and the lights, and I realized the portrait hadn't done her justice. Her breasts were bigger than they looked in the picture, full firm mounds that jutted proudly from her chest. When she walked they had a delightful bounce, and when she bent over they dangled enticingly. And that shadow across her crotch in the picture had been misleading too. Now I realized she had a rather sparse crop of pubic hair and a couple of times when she was in just the right position I could see the edges of her cuntlips through the thin hair.

At last she had things arranged and motioned me into place.

"You stand right here," she said. "That's it. No, turn a little more this way."

She walked back to her camera and I wished I had a camera of my own. A movie camera that would capture the sway of her hips and the jiggle of her bare ass.

Taking a picture seemed to be a lot more trouble than I had realized. She'd stand by the camera and study me, then walk back and arrange me just a little differently. Each time she walked toward me I had a lovely view of her bouncing tits and when she went back to the camera it was the view of her jiggling ass. And in addition to that, there were the long moments when she stood close to me and tried to get me in just the right position. Jesus, you stand there with a naked girl that close to you and you can't move and you can't touch her-it's a hell of an experience. She put her hands on my hips to turn me a bit to the side, and her fingers were warm and soft. A couple of times she was so close her nipples brushed my .arm and the contact was like a jolt of electricity through my body. And once-Christ, once she took my cock her hand and moved it so it would hang a different way. Her touch was gentle and exciting as hell and my prick tingled like mad. I couldn't help squirming a little.

Annoyed, she said, "Hold still."

"Uh-well-your hand-playing with my cock-"

"I'm not playing with it. I'm arranging it-like I did with your arm and your shoulder."

"Yeah, well-it doesn't quite feel the same as my arm and my shoulder."

Finally it seemed everything was properly arranged and she stood at the camera for a last inspection.

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Hold it just like that."

There was a clicking sound and I was recorded on film.

"Shit!" she said.

"What?"

"You ruined it."

"I didn't do a damn thing."

"You got a hardon. I didn't notice that."

I looked down at my prick. It wasn't swollen to its full size, but it sure as hell wasn't limp either. It had stiffened enough that it jutted out from my crotch.

"Well," I said, "that's what happens when a girl runs around naked. And when she touches it."

She glared at my cock. "Well, don't just stand there. Get rid of that damn hardon."

"How?"

"I don't know. How do you usually get rid of one?"

"Uh-well-I don't know whether you'll appreciate this, but there's only one sure way to get rid of a hardon."

"I suppose you have to fuck a girl."

"That generally works."

She considered it briefly, then grinned. "I guess it would be a shame to waste that hardon. Let's go in the bedroom."

She padded ahead of me and again I eyed the jiggle of her ass as I followed her. Then she climbed on the bed and stretched out on her back.

"To tell the truth," she said, "I got a little worked up myself with your bare prick hanging out like that. Would you-do me a favor?"

"Like what?"

She spread her legs. "Eat me."

I got into position with my head between her thighs and pulled her cuntlips open. Then I poked my tongue into her pussy.

She gasped.

I let my tongue crawl up and down in her cunt, lightly licking the pink folds of her flesh. Every now and then, for variety, I shoved my tongue into her hole, stiffening it and drilling it into her as far as I could get it. And at last I moved up further and licked her clit. She liked that particularly. She groaned and squirmed beneath me and her fingers rummaged through my hair as she pressed my head harder against her pussy. And while I licked her clit, I got my finger into her too and worked it in and out in a slow easy motion.

After while she was suddenly worried. "Your cock isn't getting soft, is it?"

"Hell, no."

"You'd better bring it up here and let me make sure."

Why not? I swung my body over her so my prick dangled above her face. And she didn't hesitate. She grabbed it and slipped it in her mouth.

She was a pretty good cocksucker. My prick slid in and out between her soft lips and she swirled her tongue around on it at the same time. And while she was busy doing that, I still had my head between her legs, licking her hard clit and drilling my finger in and out of her cunt.

Finally she let out a low moan. "Marty?"

"Yeah?"

"I-I think you'd better fuck me-before it's too late."

I swung around on the bed and she eagerly tugged her cuntlips open for me. The tip of my cock nudged her pussy.

"Hurry up!" she panted. "Get it in me!"

I gave one push and buried my prick to the hilt in her cunt.

"Mmm!" she breathed.

I started my motion, sliding my cock in and out of her in easy strokes. Her big tits jiggled slightly, their hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. I seized a breast in each hand, squeezing and mauling them roughly. And I couldn't help chuckling to myself as I mentally thanked Russ for sending me around to fuck all these girls of his.

Russ.

Jesus Christ, the goddamn clues!

I'd been so engrossed in Ellen's naked body on the bed that I'd forgotten all about the clues. I should have looked for a tattoo when I had my head between her legs and was licking her pussy.

Well, better late than never. While I fucked, I looked. I examined her thighs, searching all the way up to her crotch. There was no tattoo. I combed through her thin cunthair but still didn't find anything. On her stomach or her tits would be too plainly visible and it couldn't be there. I lifted her legs, shoving them up hard against her breasts and searching the back of her thighs and her rounded ass. Still nothing. I was so busy hunting for the tattoo Ellen complained about my fucking.

"You're not in me deep enough," she said. "Do it harder-harder and deeper."

I slammed my prick into her pussy and fucked her hard with savage full-length strokes. She responded eagerly, lifting her hips from the bed and driving her cunt up at me. And still I wondered where that goddamn tattoo was.

Then suddenly there wasn't time to worry about the tattoo. There was only a compelling pressure in my balls, a pressure that couldn't be contained any longer. Somewhere down there a dam burst and a flood of hot come poured from my cock. She gave a little scream as the first blast spurted deep in her pussy and she went wild beneath me in the throes of her orgasm. Each succeeding jet that I pumped into her seemed to make her even more frantic and her frenzied bucking made my prick spurt its come even harder and deeper into her.

Then the wildness gradually passed. Her body slowly quieted and my cock seemed to die. With an exhausted sigh, I eased myself forward onto the bed and fell asleep.

Chapter Seven

In my dream I was searching for tattoos.

There was a whole room full of girls. Lovely luscious girls. And they were all laughing and making fun of me because I couldn't guess which one of them had the tattoo. I pointed at one of them and she took her clothes off. She had unbelievably big tits and a plump little ass and I searched every inch of her naked body. Then she laughed at me again because she didn't have the tattoo. Another girl stripped when I pointed at her, but she didn't have it either. Eventually I had all the girls naked. There were bare tits and cunts and asses all around me, but nobody had the tattoo. And everybody was laughing like hell.

Except me.

Then suddenly there were tattoos everywhere But something always happened before I could get close enough to read them. I found one on a girl's flat stomach, right next to her navel. But when I bent closer to try to read it, the damn thing seemed to slide across the girl's smooth skin and It slipped right into her navel. And when I peered into her belly-button to look for it, the goddamn thing was gone.

And that's the way it went, one time after another. I found a second tattoo on a girl's nipple and I almost got close enough to read it when somebody's tongue appeared and licked her nipple and washed the tattoo off. Still another girl was lying on her back, her legs wide apart so I could see right into her pussy. And next to her pussy, in the same place where I'd found it on Kate, was the tattoo I was searching for. I lunged forward to get a close look at it and once again the damn thing seemed to slide across her skin. It dropped into her cunt. And just then a huge prick appeared from nowhere, buried itself in her pussy and drove the tattoo far up inside of her somewhere.

Everybody thought it was tremendously funny. They laughed themselves silly. And Russ Crawford was standing there and laughing the hardest of all.

I got so goddamn mad it woke me up.

For an instant the strange room puzzled me and I couldn't quite "figure out where I was. Then I remembered. Ellen and the crazy portrait. And Ellen on the bed beneath me-naked.

Only Ellen wasn't anywhere in sight right now. She was probably in the other room with her camera and now that we'd gotten rid of my harden she'd want to take another one of those fucking pictures of me in the nude. Well, she could go to hell. I'd played along with her before because I had to try to find the tattoo. But now I knew she didn't have any tattoo, so I damn well wasn't going to pose for any more pictures.

Of course, that left unanswered the question of just what I was going to do. It had seemed quite clear that Russ's second clue had directed me here to Ellen's apartment. But why? Ellen had no tattoo, so what was I doing here? Of course, it might be possible that Russ had left his information in some other form this time and I'd been wrong in assuming there had to be another tattoo. But if that was true, then what in God's name was I looking for?

Somehow, I was going to have to get Ellen's mind off that damn portrait. If I could talk to her about Russ I might learn what I needed to know.

But where was Ellen? There wasn't a sound anywhere in the apartment. I jumped off the bed and went into the other room, wondering if she'd gone out somewhere. But her clothes were still lying where she'd tossed them. Baffled, I looked around the room.

Then I heard a faint sound, something like a low moan that came from the second bedroom. I tiptoed across the room and peered in the door. And I realized things had been so quiet because what was happening in that second bedroom didn't really make that much noise.

Still naked, Ellen was lying on the bed. But she wasn't alone. There was also another naked girl, a girl with darker hair. And Ellen was gently licking the other girl's breasts and sucking her nipples. The dark-haired girl softly moaned again and writhed on the bed, driving her tit up harder against Ellen's face.

"Pearl, honey," whispered Ellen, "I'm going to do something else you like. You know what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to, don't you?"

"Yes-oh, yes!"

Ellen slid lower on the bed, kissing her way down on the other girl's body. Down across her stomach. Down to her dark patch of cunthair. Pearl eagerly opened her legs and Ellen gently pulled her cuntlips apart. For a long moment she gazed into the girl's open pussy, then she lowered her head and stabbed her tongue into Pearl's moist slit.

"Oh, God!" breathed Pearl.

I don't know how long I stood there and watched, but it was something worth seeing. I already knew Ellen was a pretty good cocksucker, and now I could see that she was a good cuntlapper too. Working with little fluttering motions, her tongue crawled all over Pearl's pussy, teasing and tickling until the dark-haired girl was moaning in ecstasy. And occasionally Ellen would poke her tongue up into the other girl's hole or lick her clit.

I was wondering how much longer it was going to go on when Ellen suddenly lifted her head.

"Are you ready for the next part?" she asked.

Pearl nodded. "Yes-please!"

Ellen picked up a vibrator I hadn't noticed and I heard the faint humming sound as she turned it on. For a few moments she used it to massage all over Pearl's body, but then she gradually centered on the girl's crotch and slid it back and forth through the dark cunthair.

Then she finally poked the end of it gently into Pearl's pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly, she worked it in and out, inserting it each time just a tiny bit further than it had been before. Little by little the vibrator disappeared into the girl's cunt. And when she had it in as far as she wanted it to go, Ellen again lowered her head to Pearl's crotch. This time she concentrated on licking the girl's hard clit.

I watched the vibrator moving in and out of Pearl's pussy. I watched Ellen's tongue swirling on her clit. And I watched Pearl going mad with excitement, her head rocking back and forth and her body trembling with delight. Hell, there didn't seem to be any reason why I had to remain a mere spectator, so I finally walked into the room.

"Mind if I join the party?" I asked.

Pearl looked a little surprised, but she wasn't going to let the appearance of a strange man interrupt the pleasure she was receiving.

Ellen grinned at me. "I was wondering if you'd wake up in time to get in on the fun. This is my sister, Pearl."

I looked at the vibratos in Pearl's cunt. "She doesn't like men?"

"Sure she likes men-probably even more than I do. But in between, she likes this too."

Ellen dropped her head again and continued licking her sister's clit. After a moment I turned to Pearl.

"Well," I said, "as long as you're just lying there and she's working on your pussy, see if you can keep yourself occupied with this."

I knelt astride her head and dangled my cock in her face. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it briefly, and then she carefully looked it over.

"You're big," she said.

"It gets bigger. Take it in your mouth a few minutes and I'll show you."

She stuck her tongue out and licked the head for a couple of moments, then she opened her lips and took my prick into her mouth. However, she didn't have it in very far so I lowered myself and shoved it in deeper. She frowned a little, but didn't object.

She wasn't as good a cocksucker as her sister. She slid my prick in and out between her lips ail right and she sucked hard enough, but she didn't use her tongue as much as Ellen had. Still, this was twice in the same day I'd had my cock in a girl's mouth-actually three times, because Judy had sucked me off in the morning-and I figured everything in life can't be perfect, so I didn't have much to complain about.

I reached around behind my ass and fondled her breast. Her tits weren't as big as her sister's, but they were firm but squashy as tits ought to be, and I squeezed them and tweaked her nipples. It seemed .the more I played with her breasts and pinched her nipples, the harder she sucked my prick. But I guess it wasn't just what I was doing to her. This chick was really getting the treatment. I was working on her tits and she had a vibrator up her cunt and her sister's tongue licking her clit. So I figured she had a right to be getting hot.

And when Pearl began moaning louder and writhing harder on the bed, apparently Ellen thought something of the same thing.

"You're getting pretty worked up," she told her sister.

Pearl moaned again.

"Let's cool it for a minute," said Ellen.

She pulled the vibrator out of her sister's pussy and sat up. Pearl tried to object but she couldn't say very much with my cock in her mouth.

Ellen patted her hip. "Don't worry, I just took it out for a minute. If we don't rush it too much, you know you'll enjoy it more when you finally come." Then she looked at me. "How are you doing there, lover?"

"Just fine."

"Let's see." She pulled my prick out of Pearl's mouth and studied it. "It ought to be bigger than that."

"Maybe it's still recuperating. You sort of drained the life out of it before."

She grinned. "Well, if I wore it out, maybe I can help bring it back again. Let's work on it together, Pearl."

They pushed me down on my back and positioned themselves one on each side of me. Then they began to lick ray cock-both of them together. Jesus, what a sensation! You get one girl working on you by herself, her wet tongue crawling all over your prick, and that can be exciting and tantalizing as hell. But now with two of them doing it together I thought they were going to drive me right up the wall.

Apparently this wasn't exactly new to them and they must have worked together before, because they managed it very well and didn't get in each other's way. And even though Pearl hadn't used her tongue very much when she was sucking me before, now she was using it just as expertly as her sister.

Together they licked up and down the length of my cock, one of them on each side of it. Then they shifted slightly so one of them was covering the upper part and the other was on the sensitive underside, and that really made me squirm. Back and forth they went, up and down again and again, their soft wet tongues slithering all over my prick from the tip to the hairy base until the whole thing glistened with their saliva. And occasionally, for variety, one of them took the head between her lips and licked and sucked it while the other one continued to run her tongue up and down the full length of my cock.

I groaned.

My arm jerked in a reflex motion from the way they were teasing me and my hand bumped a soft ass. I'd been so engrossed in what they were doing, I hadn't realized until now that both girls were lying within my reach. I looked at those two rounded asses, one on each side of me, and figured I must be slipping to let such opportunities go L unnoticed. So I reached out my hands, patted and fondled an ass with each one, then worked my hands around into a different position. And a moment later I slipped a finger into each girl's cunt.

Ellen just kind of wiggled around a little to get her legs open for me, but Pearl was the one who really reacted. Of course, she was pretty well worked up and I guess my finger sliding into her pussy helped to light her fuse again. She jumped and moaned. At that moment she happened to have the head of my prick between her lips, and when she jumped she damn near swallowed my entire cock.

I worked my fingers in and out of the girls' cunts, poking as far up inside of them as I could get. And every once in a while, especially with Pearl, I pulled my finger out and rubbed it on her clit.

Now the girls had shifted again and had added something new in what they were doing to me. Ellen had my prick all to herself and was sucking it hard. Pearl had slipped a little lower and was busily licking my balls. She even took them into her mouth, one at a time, and gently washed them around and swirled her tongue on the wrinkled surface. Christ, I couldn't take much more. One girl has your cock in her mouth and uses her tongue on it so she's licking it and sucking it at the same time. Another girl has your balls in her mouth. And to add to the whole thing, you have a finger deep in each girl's pussy. Hell, no man can keep that kind of thing up forever.

"Jesus!" I gasped. "That's enough!"

Ellen grinned. "I thought it would get to you pretty soon."

"Yeah!"

"Well, we got your prick good and hard."

"Damn right! Which one of you do I put it in?"

Ellen shook her head. "You had it in me already-remember?" Give it to Pearl this time."

I looked at Pearl. "Do you really want a cock instead of a vibrator?"

She moaned with excitement. "A cock-a vibrator-anything! Just get something into my cunt!"

There was a glint in Ellen's eye. "I've got an idea. Why not give her both?"

I was a little slow in catching her meaning. "Both?"

"She's got two holes, doesn't she?"

"Oh. Does she like it up the ass?"

"Hell, she loves it any way she can get it. Which do you want-her ass or her pussy?"

It isn't often you get a choice like that. I looked at Ellen grinning at me, and at Pearl pleading that we ram something into her cunt.

"You're so full of ideas," I said to Ellen, "which do you recommend?"

"Well, her pussy is real juicy-see?" And she pulled her sister's cuntlips open to show me. "But on the other hand, the guys who have gotten into her ass say it's real tight. So take your pick."

"I'll fuck her in the ass."

We rolled Pearl on her stomach, then got her knees under her so her ass was pointing up in the air. I crawled in behind her and licked her asshole. That made her more excited than ever and I wondered for a minute whether she was going to come before I even got inside of her. I licked a little more to make sure she was wet enough, then started to pull away. But suddenly I stopped and stared.

On Pearl's thigh was a tattoo.

I'd almost missed it. It was real high on the inside of her thigh, slightly more to the rear than Kate's had been, and if Pearl hadn't had her legs so far apart I probably wouldn't have seen it. It was another letter and a number-L6.

Son of a bitch-so this was the place where Russ had wanted me to look and I'd been in the right apartment all along. I'd just had the wrong sister, that was all. I stared so long at the tattoo that Pearl became impatient.

"Please!" she begged and wiggled her ass. "Fuck me!"

I got on my knees and moved in close behind her. Spreading my hands on her soft ass, I pulled her cheeks apart and shoved the tip of my prick against her exposed asshole. Then I pushed. It was a little harder than getting into a cunt, but not as hard as some times when I've gotten into a girl's ass. You take a girl who's afraid of getting it up the ass or who hasn't had that much experience at it and doesn't know what to expect, and if she tightens up and fights you it can make it hard to get into her. But Pearl wasn't fighting me at all. She was so excited and worked up she wanted me inside of her. So all it took was a good shove and the head of my cock slipped into her asshole.

Still, I didn't want to rush things too much so I waited a few seconds. Then I slowly started to slide my prick deeper inside of her. Inch by inch my cock disappeared from sight.

Pearl let out a harsh sigh.

I slid into her ass a little further. And further. Still further. And at last I was in all the way, my prick completely buried in her ass.

"God!" she groaned. "What did you put into me, anyway?' I never had a cock that big up my ass before!"

Again I waited briefly to give her a chance to adjust to my thick prick, and then I began my movement. Slowly I fucked in and out of her ass.

"Hey, wait a minute!" said Ellen.

Pearl cried out in protest. "No-don't stop!"

"Just for a minute," answered Ellen. "You've only got his cock inside of you so far. But we were going to give you a real treat and fill both your holes-remember?"

I held still to make it easier for Ellen as she turned on the vibrator and reached up between her sister's legs. I couldn't see any of the action down there, but I could feel Pearl tremble and quiver as the vibrator slid into her pussy.

"It's in," said Ellen. "Go, man-go!"

I shoved forward with my hips and again started fucking in and out of Pearl's ass. I moved with a slow easy rhythm, my cock pulling almost free and then reversing its direction to sink back deep in her rectum. I could see the brown rim of her asshole curling outward on the upstroke, and then rolling back in again as I buried my prick to the hilt. And after a moment Ellen had matched my tempo and was working the vibrator in and out of Pearl's cunt in time with my strokes.

Pearl's voice was hoarse. "Jesus? The two of you together-in my ass and my pussy! I'm going out of my mind!"

I fucked a little faster. And at the same time I reached around Pearl's waist and seized her dangling breasts. I squeezed them and kneaded them and manipulated her hard nipples.

Now she reached a fever pitch. Her breath came in harsh gasps and she rocked her body, slamming it back hard in an effort to drive my cock even deeper in her ass and to sink the vibrator further into her cunt. I picked up my speed again, fucking harder and faster, plunging my prick hard into her.

Suddenly her body stiffened. She seemed to hang frozen for an instant, then she lost all control.

A high-pitched wail tore from her throat. "I-I'm-God-I'm coming-I'm coming!"

Maybe it was that frenzied lunge of hers, the way she violently rammed her body backward and seemed to suck my cock way up inside of her ass. Whatever it was, I was suddenly at the peak myself. My prick jerked and the first jet of come shot into her. She lunged again, even more violently, as she felt my come splatter deep inside of her ass. Spurt after spurt I poured into her while she slammed back against me as if she was trying to get all of it and to milk every drop from my cock.

And eventually she did. I flooded her ass with everything I had and when my prick finally stopped jerking, my balls were drained and I had nothing left to give her.

Chapter Eight

Judy sighed. "I guess my idea about the map wasn't such a good one."

"It just doesn't fit. R49 isn't anywhere near L6, no matter what kind of a map you use." I motioned with my hands. "Hell, one of them is here and the other one's way over there."

She-was suddenly excited. "Maybe that's it!"

"What?"

"The way you moved your hands then-it looked like you were drawing a line between the two points"

"So we draw a line between R49 and L8. So what?"

"Maybe when we get the next clue, there'll be another line that crosses this one. And where the two lines cross-well, it's like X marks the spot."

I shook my head. "In order to draw another line that would cross the first one, we'd need two more reference points on the map. But we only have one more clue. So with just one more reference point on the map, there's no way to get a second line that would cross the first one."

She nodded glumly. "I see what you mean. Okay, so we'll scratch the map theory. What's left?"

"The combination to a lock."

"And you mentioned a code."

"I mentioned it but-no, I don't buy the idea of a code."

"Why not?"

"There's no indication at all of how the code is set up-what the letters and numbers stand for. And without something to go on-my God, you could be an old woman before we cracked the damn code and you found the thing Russ left for you."

She thought about it. "I guess so. Well, what about the combination to a lock? If you tear that idea apart, we haven't got much left, you know."

I grinned. "I'm not tearing it apart. I think that's what it is."

Now she was excited again. "Really?"

"It looks like it. R49-L6. Right to number 49, then left to number 6. I'll bet the next one is an R-right to another number. Yeah, I think it's the combination to a lock."

"And we need the third number."

"Yeah. So what the hell does 1814 Baker Central mean?"

"Make a guess,"

"Are you kidding? You're so damn smart and could figure out what the stupid Zymm meant, let's see you come up with an idea about 1814 Baker Central."

She got a smug look on her face. "I already have an idea."

I grunted. "A smart ass broad. Okay, what's your bright idea?"

"I think it's an address-1814 Baker Street in Central City."

"Central City? Jesus Christ, that's at the other end of the state!"

"I know. And that's what gave me the idea. I remember a few times when Uncle Russ had to go there on business."

It seemed to fit. Especially in Central City. Although I didn't see why he couldn't have left his third clue here in the city instead of going so damn far away with it. I didn't feel like driving all that distance so I called the airport and made a plane reservation for the next day.

And that had a good result and one that seemed somewhat on the questionable side.

It was good because Judy agreed it wasn't worth the expense of both of us flying to Central City. That meant I didn't have to face the hassle of whether she was going with me or not. And if-as seemed probable-there was a girl in Central City who had a tattoo practically in her pussy, I was glad Judy was staying home.

But on the other hand, since I wasn't leaving until the next day, that meant an evening at home with Judy. And in Judy's mind, an evening at home had only one purpose. Sex. If things had been normal I couldn't have been more enthusiastic about the whole idea, but things weren't exactly normal. I'd been screwing girls all over town in my efforts to find Russ's clues, and I'd been sort of looking forward to a relaxing evening when I could give my cock a chance to recuperate.

I have to admit, though, that the thought of recuperation completely disappeared from my mind before too late in the evening. Judy saw to that. I was reading the paper when she came waltzing downstairs and I took one look at her and forgot everything else.

She was wearing a blouse and skirt. Which probably sounds harmless enough until you hear the rest of the details.

In the first place, the blouse was a see-through job. Not one of those things where you can see a little something if you strain your eyes and use your imagination. Hell, no. You strained your eyes with this one but you didn't have to use any imagination at all, because the damn blouse couldn't have been any more transparent if it had been made of cellophane.

And of course she wasn't wearing a bra under it.

Her big ripe breasts were as fully visible as if they were completely bare. They quivered and jiggled with every step she took, and when she stood in front of me her pink nipples pointed at me like twin fingers.

And in the second place, there was that skirt of hers. You take the shortest skirt you ever saw on a girl and picture what it would be like if it got wet enough to shrink. Then cut a couple of inches off it besides. Now you know what Judy's skirt was like. Any bending or anything at all that hiked it up even the slightest amount, and I knew for sure I'd be looking at her cunt or her ass. Unless she was wearing panties, which I doubted like hell.

"Christ!" I gulped. "Where'd you get that outfit?"

"I bought it today-just for you. Do you like it?"

"You think I'm crazy? Of course I like it!"

"I guess you're really supposed to wear a bra under the blouse, but I like it better without one. And I got the blouse a few sizes too small so it'd be good and tight-just in case you hadn't noticed."

I'd noticed. She took a deep breath and arched her back, and her tits seemed to swell until I didn't see how the blouse could stand the strain. Her nipples punched against the fabric as if they were going to poke right through.

She grinned. "Do you like the view this way?"

She hoisted her skirt a few inches. Hell, a few inches was more than enough. like I'd figured, she wasn't wearing any panties and I was looking at the lovely patch of blonde hair on her pussy.

"Or do you like the rear view better?" she asked.

Still holding her skirt up, she swung around with her back toward me. Now I was staring at her soft I rounded ass.

She laughed at the way my eyes must have been popping, then skipped over and sat on my lap. The way she was sitting, with her back toward me and her legs straddling mine, her skirt was forced almost up to her waist.

"A skirt this short is very useful," she said. "Not only does it show off my legs, but it makes other things easier too. Here-I'll show you what I mean."

She wiggled around, half lifting herself off my lap, and I felt her tugging at my zipper. Then her hand snaked inside and in a moment she had my prick out.

She pretended to be surprised. "It's starting to get stiff!"

"What'd you expect, with you dressed like that?"

My prick wasn't real stiff yet, though it wasn't exactly limp either. But she fondled and stroked it with her soft fingers and rubbed it gently against the incredible smoothness of her inner thighs, and it wasn't long at all before she had it the way she wanted it and it speared rigidly upward between her thighs. Then she squeezed it tightly on her cunt. For a long minute she held it there, my cock tingling and throbbing against her crotch. Then she-began to rub it up and down against her pussy, and with each stroke the head rode over her hard clit.

She wiggled again and lifted her ass off my lap, guiding my swollen prick to her cuntlips.

She giggled. "I told you that short skirt made it easy. I don't even have to take it off to get screwed."

She moved slightly until she was properly positioned, then lowered her hips a bit. The head of my cock slipped into her pussy. She lowered herself further, moving very slowly as if she wanted to prolong the process, and her cunt swallowed a little more of my prick. Her body sank lower-lower. She sat with her head thrown back, breathing harshly through parted lips. She dropped still lower. And then she was down all the way, silting on my thighs. My cock was in as far as it could go and she sat motionless, impaled on it.

Now she started to move. Lifting her body up and down, she alternately pulled her clasping cuntlips almost free of my prick, then dropped back again to drive it far up inside of herself. I groaned, putting my hands under her ass to help lift her up and down. For a long time she kept it up, her tight wet pussy working me up to a fever pitch. And she gradually increased her tempo, bouncing up and down faster and harder all the time, until I knew it wouldn't be long before I reached the limit.

Again she raised her body and slammed it down on my cock. Up and down-up and down. Once more her hips lifted, and almost as if she knew I was close to the peak, she held her body suspended this time. Just the tip of my prick remained in her cunt and she kept it there as she swung her ass in circles and jiggled lightly up and down with motions so my cockhead was teased by swirling around the entrance to 'her pussy and alternately slipping in and out.

It was more than I could stand.

"Jesus Christ!" I moaned.

Frantically I drove my prick up into her, and then everything happened at once. I guess it was the force of my hard upward lunge into her cunt that sent her over the edge. She let out a sharp gasp and slammed herself downward at me-at the precise instant that I drove upward at her in another hard lunge. Our bodies met with a loud slap and I felt my plunging cock sink to the very depths of her pussy. It was as if that triggered a gigantic earthquake somewhere inside both of us-an earthquake that released a tremendous flood. Her warm juices bathed my prick at the same time that my heavy jets of come poured into her cunt.

When it was finally over she sat on my wilting cock a while longer before she twisted around to kiss me. Then she grinned.

"That skirt makes it so easy," she said, "I think I'll have to wear it more often."

I could only nod weakly, I hadn't done much recuperating during my evening at home.

But she let me sleep through the night without putting any further strain on my prick, and I had more time to recuperate the next day on the flight to Central City. In spite of the sexy stewardess. And the chick across the aisle from me who was intent on showing her legs. I wanted to tell her that even though her skirt was short enough to show a lot, it still couldn't equal that skirt of Judy's.

It was evening by the time I got settled in a hotel in Central City and freshened up a bit. Then I went outside and hailed a cab.

"1814 Baker Street," I told the driver.

He shot away from the curb like he was afraid. I might change my mind and get out to look for a different cab. Still accelerating, he went through a yellow light at the first corner and managed to beat two cars starting up from ..the cross street. Then when traffic thinned out and there was no one he could threaten to run down, he half turned to talk over his shoulder.

"Visiting in town?" he asked.

"Yeah. Just briefly."

"Convention?"

"No. Private business."

He nodded. "I should have figured that. You don't look like the convention type. I meet all kinds of people, you know? Sort of a hobby of mine to figure 'em out. You look kind of relaxed, so I'd say business went well today, huh?"

"As a matter of fact, I just flew in and I haven't had a chance yet to see about my-uh-business."

He chuckled. "That's the way to do it, all right. Arrive the night before and have a night on the town before you get to work."

"Well, not exactly. You're taking me on my business call right now."

"Are you kidding me, Mac? Jesus, I should be so lucky and do my business in a whorehouse!"

"Whorehouse?"

"You wanted 1814 Baker Street-right?"

"Right."

"Well, that's Betsy's whorehouse. A small private place, but one of the best in town."

"Oh, for Christ's sake!"

He twisted around to look at me. "You mean you didn't know?"

I'd assumed, of course, that wherever Russ had left his third clue there was going to be a girl involved. Only I hadn't expected that I'd have to search through a whole whorehouse full of girls.

But I managed to sound casual. "Yeah, sure I knew."

He turned again and winked at me, "If you want my advice, ask for Babette. Jesus, what a cock-sucker!"

"Thanks for the tip."

He hesitated a moment. "Hey, Mac, I shouldn't stick my nose in but-well, you're a stranger in town and if you've never been to Betsy's before, you may have trouble getting in."

"How come?"

"They're fussy. Don't want any trouble, I guess. You can't get in unless you're recommended by a customer."

"Then I guess I'm in luck. It was a customer who sent me here."

That satisfied the cab driver, but I wondered if it was going to satisfy Betsy. The recommendation of a dead customer might not carry as much weight as that of a live one. But there was only one way to find out.

Betsy met me at the door. At least I assumed it must be Betsy. She was a little too plump for my taste and she was very wary as she surveyed me.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Hi. I'm Marty Nolan, Russ Crawford sent me."

I've been told the confident approach always works the best. I don't know about always, but it worked this time because her manner changed immediately.

"Well, come on in!" she cried.

I was ushered through a small foyer and into a living room, where there were five girls variously occupied in reading or watching TV. A couple of them were wearing bikinis, one was attractively draped in a semi-transparent negligee, and the other two wore a shortie nightie kind of thing with bra and panties underneath.

"Girls," said Betsy, "this is Marty. He's a friend of Russ Crawford's."

I got a brief glance from each one, and apparently they decided I was less interesting than the magazines they were reading or the private eye who was chasing a crook up a fire escape on the TV.

"You're in luck," Betsy told me. "It's early in the evening, so none of the girls are occupied yet. That means you get your choice of anyone at all."

I eyed the girls appreciatively and wondered how in hell Russ had intended for me to pick out the right one. He couldn't have expected me to screw all five of them to find his damn clue. And I couldn't just walk in here and ask, "Which one of you has a tattoo next to her cunt?"

I hesitated so long Betsy got anxious.

"You don't like any of the girls?" she-asked.

"I like all of them," I assured her. "That's why it's so hard trying to pick just one."

"You want two girls at once? One can suck your prick while the other one licks your balls. It's quite a way to go."

I knew. I'd been through that with Ellen and Pearl, and I didn't think I was really up to it again so soon. Besides, a better way of choosing a girl had suddenly occurred to me.

"Tell you what," I said. "Russ Crawford spoke so highly of your establishment, that I'll take the same girl he usually took."

She nodded. "Good idea." She called across the room. "Shirley!"

The girl in the semi-transparent negligee unwrapped herself from a chair and came across the room. She was a tall willowy blonde, built on the slim side. In fact, the way the negligee hung loosely on her body, it gave me the impression she might almost be considered scrawny.

She led me down a hall and into a bedroom, and closed the door behind us. Then she casually slipped off her negligee.

She wore nothing under it and she was naked.

Now I saw I'd been wrong in my impression of the way she was built. She was slim, but not scrawny. Her hips were narrow, almost boyish, and there could have been a little more meat on her ass. Her breasts weren't very big but they were nicely shaped, widely spaced on her chest with a jaunty tilt to them. All in all, I suppose you'd say she wasn't the stunningly gorgeous kind of girl you'd turn and gawk at if you passed her on the street, but standing there naked she had a body that was attractively female and you didn't mind looking at it at all.

She almost seemed to be reading some of my thoughts.

"Well, is it okay?" she asked.

"Is what okay?"

"My body. Maybe you're like some other guys who think I'm too skinny and my tits are too small."

"Too skinny for what? I didn't know a girl's ability to fuck had anything to do with her weight. And I don't see anything wrong with your tits either."

She grunted. "Well, take your clothes off and let's get on with it."

I studied her for a minute. "Why do you work here if you hate it so much?"

"What says I hate it?"

"Well, I kind of got that impression."

She sighed. "No, I don't hate it-just a little bored with it, I guess. I used to love sex. And every once in a while some guy comes along and makes me love it all over again. But in between those times -well, most men just want to stick it in and bang away and it's easy for a girl to get bored under those circumstances." She sighed again, then suddenly smiled. "But what the hell-you didn't come here for conversation, did you?"

She pasted a professionally friendly look on her face and swayed toward me. I suppose there was no reason I really had to screw her. I mean, she was a whore-a female body for rent-and I'd paid the price and bought the use of her body, so I was entitled. But I hadn't really come here for sex. I could have put her on the bed, spread her legs and examined her crotch for a tattoo. And I could have let it go at that.

I could have. But I didn't.

For two reasons.

Reason number one was the fact that she'd been standing there naked while we talked. So maybe you don't have sex on your mind when you meet a girl but if she stands naked in front of you, you damn well will have sex on your mind before too long.

And reason number two was that she stepped close and came hard against me, pressing her body tightly to mine. Her small firm breasts were crushed on my chest and I could feel the points of her nipples through my shirt, Her voice had a professional seductiveness as she purred in my ear.

"I'm all naked for you, lover. Don't you think you ought to get naked too?"

Then she wiggled her hand between our pressing bodies to my crotch and rubbed my prick.

Her eyes widened slightly. "God, what have you got in there?"

With her hand on my cock, there wasn't any question about it now. I was going to screw her. When a girl undresses for me and feels my prick, there's only one thing to do.

I peeled off my clothes.

As I dropped my shorts, she opened her eyes wider and fastened them on my cock.

"Look at the size of it!" she murmured. "And it's still soft, too. How big does it get when it's hard?"

"You'll find out damn soon."

"Maybe-just maybe-this is going to be one of those times. Come on over here!"

She lost her professional look and her boredom as she tugged me to the bed. She sat on the edge and held my prick in her hand while she gazed at it for a long moment.

"Oh, you lovely cock!" she breathed. "You and I are going to have fun together! A lot of girls say the size of a prick doesn't make any difference to them, but it does to me. Just the sight of a big cock turns me on! And there's nothing that feels better than a real big one inside of me, filling my pussy and poking way up into me!"

She stroked my prick and caressed it, and her touch was experienced and exciting. Then she held it against her face and rubbed her smooth cheek back and forth on it until it tingled like crazy. Her tongue flicked out to tease the head and she licked around the end and up and down on the sensitive underside. And finally she opened her lips and took my cock in her mouth.

At first she was motionless, just holding it there as if she enjoyed the feel of it in her mouth. Hell, she wasn't the only one who enjoyed it. To me, there's nothing quite like the sensation of having your prick deep in a girl's mouth and there isn't much that gets me more aroused than that does.

Then her head finally began to move. Slowly, very slowly, she lifted it up and down. Her soft wet lips crept excitingly up the length of my cock to the very tip. There they nibbled briefly around the head until she reversed her direction and gradually sucked my prick back into her mouth again. After a while she increased her speed slightly, her head raising and falling in a gentle steady rhythm. And while she sucked, she used her hands too. As my cock pulled free of her mouth on her upstroke, she pumped and stroked it with one hand while her other hand toyed with my balls.

On an impulse I put my hands on her head, holding it in place. She seemed to catch my meaning immediately and didn't fight me. With her head motionless, I nudged my hips forward, spearing my prick deep between her lips. Then for a couple of minutes I did the work, working my hips back and forth and fucking her in the mouth.

But at last she took over again and I let her do it her way. Her head bobbed up and down again as she sucked hard, the humid warmth of her mouth permeating my cock and swelling it to its full rigid size so her lips were stretched into a wide oval to encircle it.

Finally I pulled my prick out of her mouth.

"Jesus!" I gasped. "That's enough of that! Lie down, baby, and spread your legs."

For an instant she seemed disappointed. I guess she thought I was going to climb right on top of her-that since I had a good harden I was only interested in getting into her cunt and slamming away. And when she saw what I really had in mind, she gave a little squeal of delight and threw herself on her back with her legs spread wide.

I combed her blonde pubic hair aside and pulled her cuntlips open, then slipped my tongue into her pussy. She liked that and she wiggled her hips appreciatively. It's nice to be appreciated so I gave her the best cuntlapping I could. I licked and teased the moist folds of her flesh, letting my tongue slither up and down and back and forth in her pussy. I played around the entrance to her hole and drilled my tongue as far up into her as I could get it. I worked on her clit, licking both with a light feathery touch and with harsh scraping strokes until the little nub grew hard and turned an angry red. And as my tongue massaged her clit, I drove a finger into her hole and poked it in and out while I felt her juices flowing freely. Before I was finished she was moaning in ecstasy and her whole body quivered.

Now it was her turn to gasp and push me away.

"Give me your cock!" she panted. "Put it in me, for God's sake!"

I started to get up into position when I suddenly remembered. Jesus, the tattoo! I was getting so carried away with what I was doing that I was forgetting the thing I'd come here for in the first place.

I peered at her crotch and almost groaned out loud. There was no tattoo.

Son of a bitch, now what was I going to do?

Shirley who impatiently answered that.

"Get your prick into me!" she cried. "Goddamn it, don't get me hot like this and then keep me hanging!"

Like they say, first things first. I had a worked-up whore on my hands and a hell of a harden besides, and that damn tattoo was going to have to wait.

I crawled up between her outstretched thighs and she snatched at my cock and eagerly tugged it to her cunt. She barely got the head inside before she was pleading for the rest of it.

"Ram it in!" she begged. "Bury it in my pussy!"

I gave it to her the way she wanted it. I drove my hips forward and slammed my prick all the way into her with one good shove.

"Ahh!" she groaned. "Beautiful! It feels so good with all that hard meat inside of me! Now fuck me-fuck me hard!"

Again I let her have it like she wanted it. She was so aroused there was no point in teasing her or wasting time by going at it too slowly. So I started in at a pretty good speed, pumping my hips in a steady rhythm and driving my cock in and out of her.

But it wasn't enough for her.

"Harder!" she demanded. "Do it harder!"

I fucked a little faster, plunging my prick deep inside of her with long hard strokes.

It still wasn't enough.

"Damn it!" she wailed. "I'm not some tender virgin you're going to hurt! I'm a whore-remember? A whore with a big cunt. Some guy sticks a shriveled little cock into me and I hardly know it's there. But you've got what I need-a big stiff rod that fills my twat. So slam it into me and make it worthwhile!"

I guess, before I finished, she decided it was worthwhile. I fucked her even harder and faster, my hips pumping rapidly and my body battering against hers. My prick plunged deep in full-length strokes, pulling so far out that just the tip was still inside her cuntlips and then driving back in again to bury itself to the hilt in her wet pussy. She locked her ankles around my ass and tried to PM!' me even deeper inside of herself, and her hips lunged upward in time with my strokes. I kept up the furious pace, fucking in a frenzy and never letting up, until it drove us both over the peak and we exploded together. Her juices bathed my cock and mingled with the hot come I poured into her and when it was finally over and we came back down out of orbit she gave a long satisfied moan, then quivered once more and lay still. And I fell beside her on the bed, exhausted.

Chapter Nine

The goddam tattoo! Where in hell was it? Even while I lay sprawled beside Shirley on the bed, physically pooped, my mind was wrestling with the question. It seems like there's always somebody searching for something-all the way from four-leaf clovers to sunken treasure-but I had to be on the weirdest search in history. A tattoo next to a girl's cunt. Jesus!

Forgetting that you're supposed to have respect for the dead, I swore all over again at Russ Crawford for getting me into this crazy thing. And I mentally called him every name I could think of for having set up this treasure hunt of his the way he'd done it. Why in hell couldn't he simply have written down the combination to the safe-assuming it was a combination to a safe that I was looking for. So, okay, he was afraid his nephew would get it instead of Judy. He should have been able to come up with something-some way of making sure the right person would get it. But this business of tattooing girls-and then having me follow around on his trail and try to find out which girls had his clues-Christ, he had to be really kinky to dream up a weird one like that. Either he must have been loaded to the gills when he thought up the whole idea, or else he was about ready for the funny farm.

But either way, I was the one stuck with the problem.

I went over it again in my mind. It seemed quite obvious that Judy had correctly interpreted the third clue and that 1814 Baker Central referred to the whorehouse where I was. Russ had been here before, often enough that he was well known. Okay, so it was clear that I had the right place.

Equally clear was the fact that I had the wrong girl. Shirley may have been the one Russ usually asked for when he came here, but she wasn't the one who had the tattoo. It didn't exactly take a genius to figure out that some other girl in the whorehouse was the one I was looking for.

But which one?

I'd seen four other girls out there in the living room-five others, if you counted Betsy. There might even be a couple more who were sick or who had the day off or something. I groaned inwardly at the thought of screwing all those girls to find the right one. I love girls and I love to fuck them, but I was getting to the point where I wasn't up to taking on every girl in the whole damn whorehouse. There had to be some way I could narrow it down.

The simplest thing would be to ask Shirley if she knew whether any of the other girls had a tattoo in her crotch. That was going to make me sound as if I was kind of kinky myself, asking a question like that. But that was relatively unimportant and I seriously considered the idea. Yet the more I thought of it, the more I decided against it. That would make it all too plain what I was looking for, and a weird question like that was bound to get spread around so it wouldn't be long at all before a lot of people knew what I was searching for. The chances were that wouldn't do any harm. Anybody who heard about it would get a big laugh out of the kook who was going around looking for a tattoo by a girl's pussy. And yet, you never know. Russ had seemed to think it was important that everything be kept very quiet, and I wouldn't be keeping it very quiet if I dropped the word in a whorehouse about what I was looking for.

So I'd have to find another approach. And maybe there was still a way of cutting down the odds against me.

"Shirley?"

She stirred lazily. "What?"

"Russ Crawford came here quite a lot, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess you'd say that."

"Did he ever ask for any of the other girls?"

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Wasn't I good enough for you?"

I blinked at her. "What?"

"Well, you came in here and wanted the girl Russ usually had, and that's me. And now you want any other girls he ever had."

"I don't want any other-"

"So I guess I wasn't very good, huh? What's the matter, didn't I satisfy you?"

I squeezed her tit. "You were terrific. And I don't want any of the other girls. I couldn't handle them anyway-I don't think I could get it up again after the way you drained me."

She fingered my prick, then giggled. "I guess you're right. What a screwing you gave me! God, this cock of yours and the way you use it is the answer to a girl's dream!"

We spent a couple of minutes admiring each other's abilities and then I tried again.

"Look Shirley-I'm trying to find out a couple of things about Russ. And it's really important, so that's why I have to know. Did he always have you when he came here?"

"Almost always."

"But not every time?"

"Well-one time I was busy with a customer and he had Kitty. And once he asked for Babette. I remember that because he apologized to me. He said he wanted to try her once-just for variety. What the hell is it with you men and your variety-you want to try to screw all the girls in the world?"

I patted her hip. "Not all of them are as good as you, baby, so a lot of guys keep trying to find somebody who is that good."

She grinned. "Bullshit."

"Well, anyway-Russ had Kitty and Babette. Was there anybody else?"

"I don't think so. No, wait-he did have Cora once when I was busy."

I thought about it. "That's three others. But I saw four more girls out there. What about the fourth one?"

She shook her head. "She's new-just started yesterday."

"Is there anybody who has a day off today?

"Just one girl. But she's new too and wasn't working here when Russ was around."

One more possibility occurred to me. "Did he ever screw Betsy?"

"Her? No way! She doesn't take any customers."

So it seemed like I had covered it from every angle. But that still left three other choices-Kitty, Babette and Cora. Russ had taken Kitty and Cora on occasions when Shirley had another customer, whereas he had made a point of asking specifically for Babette. Did that make Babette a likelier choice for the tattoo? Perhaps. But not necessarily. The way Russ had played this whole damn thing so cute, he might have had the tattoo put on either Kitty or Cora, a girl he'd had just once, and then only by accident because Shirley was busy. Maybe in his warped mind that seemed like it would make it harder to find his clues-harder for anybody who wasn't supposed to find them.

But it was also making it harder for me.

Yet Russ thought I was "admirably suited" for the job of tracking down his goddamn clues. In other words he thought I was going to take those three girls and screw each one of them until I found out who had the tattoo. Well, the hell with him. I might find the tattoo on the first girl I tried, but the odds were against it. And the way my luck was running it would probably be on the last of the three.

No, there was only one way to do this, and that was to get all three girls together at once. Then I could find out who had the tattoo and I wouldn't have to pretend I was after sex as I fucked each one of the three to look for the tattoo. And that would save a lot of wear and tear on my prick.

But Shirley was dubious when I suggested it.

"All three of them?" she said. "In here? What the hell for?"

That was a little hard to explain and I didn't really try. Instead I talked in circles and hinted about some very mysterious people I was associated with, and in the end she left the room nodding as if she understood when she didn't really understand a thing.

And in a few minutes she was back with the three girls. Babette and Cora were the ones in the bikinis and Kitty was the one wearing the shortie nightie with bra and panties. Babette peered at me and ran her tongue over her lips.

"Umm!" she murmured. "You do have a big prick."

I glanced at Shirley accusingly and she shrugged.

"Well," she said, "I had to tell them something to get them in here."

I wished I had thought to put my pants on, it was too late now.

"Girls," I said, "this isn't what it looks like and I'm not here for what you think. I just want to-well, all I want to do is-"

Hell, how was I going to tell them I only wanted to look at their cunts? They'd think I was completely balmy. They'd probably think so anyway before this was over, but there was no use convincing them of that at the very start.

I sighed. "Babette, will you please take off your bikini?"

She mocked me with a grin. "The whole thing?"

"Well-no-just the bottom."

That was probably a mistake. I could sec her wondering to herself what kind of a nut comes in a whorehouse and isn't interested in looking at a girl's tits. She pondered it for a long moment and then apparently decided to humor me. She hooked her thumbs in her bikini pants and wiggled them down over her hips. When they fell to the floor she kicked them aside.

I stared at her curly cunthair and there wasn't any way I could tell if she had a tattoo or not. So I led her over to the bed and stretched her on her back and she willingly spread her legs for me. And when I examined her carefully-peering at her upper thighs and up into her crotch-but didn't do anything more than just look at her like that, she stared at me as if I was the weirdest character she'd ever met.

But that was the least of my problems.

She had no tattoo.

I stood up and went back to Kitty and got the same kind of reaction from her. She smiled like she knew she had a real kook on her hands, then pulled the shortie nightie off before I even asked her to.

"You want to look at my pussy too?" she asked. "Why not? Enough other guys have seen it so why shouldn't you?"

She took her panties off, then walked over to the bed and lay down beside Babette and opened her legs. She had so much pubic hair I had to pull it aside to get a good look at her crotch and she giggled while I was doing it.

"You like to look at cunts, huh? Then I'm the girl for you, buster. Even my name tells you that. Kitty-pussy. Get it?"

Yeah, I got it, but I didn't get what I was looking for. She didn't have any tattoo.

That left only Cora.

"You want my pants off too?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Like hell."

I stared at her. A whore who wouldn't take off her bikini pants? I didn't get it.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I've got tits, man. Or maybe you hadn't noticed."

I'd noticed. Unless I was completely blind, I couldn't help noticing. Her breasts were huge, half spilling out of her bikini top.

"I know," I said. "You've got a real pair on you."

"Yeah. And when I get naked for a man, I don't just get half naked. I like to show him everything-especially my tits."

Well, hell, if she was that proud-of them and anxious to show them off I could afford to look.

"Okay," I said. "Let's see 'em."

She took off her bikini top and her big breasts spilled free. Round and full, they quivered for a moment at their sudden release. Then they stilled, thrusting out unbelievably from her chest, each one capped with a thick brown nipple.

"Jesus!" I breathed.

"You like them?"

"Yeah."

"I know. Most men do."

I took a deep breath. "You're only half naked."

"Even after seeing my tits, you've still got a thing about cunts, huh? Well, if it means that much to you-"

She slid her bikini pants down and bent to step out of them, her huge breasts swaying like giant pendulums. Then she marched over and sprawled on the bed beside the other girls, her legs flung wide. At last I was going to find that damn tattoo and then I could get the hell out of here.

I stepped close and gazed into Cora's crotch.

No tattoo.

I blinked and looked again. Unlike Kitty, she didn't have much hair on her pussy and if there had been a tattoo I could have seen it easily. But there just wasn't any.

Now what? There wasn't any other girl in the place that Russ had ever had, so where the hell did I look next? Was it possible that this time the tattoo was somewhere else on a girl's body and not in her crotch? I had Kitty take off her bra and told Babette to shed her bikini top. Then I had all three girls stand up and I searched their naked bodies carefully. I looked everywhere. Cora's monstrous breasts sagged a little under their great weight, and I lifted each tit in my hand and examined the skin beneath it. With each girl I even spread the cheeks of her ass and searched deep down in her crack.

But there simply was no tattoo anywhere on any of the girls.

"Are you through?" asked Babette at last.

"Yeah."

I was through, all right. And I didn't know where to turn next. I might as well go home and-But Babette had plans of her own. She seized my prick in her hand.

"Now it's our turn," she said.

It seemed that Kitty and Cora didn't want to get left out and they crowded in close, each of them trying to get a hand on my cock. And Cora rubbed her big breasts on my chest.

I groaned. "Look, girls-I don't mean to hurt your feelings. You're all very beautiful-very lovely-and some other time I'd love to-"

"Some other time-shit!" said Babette. "Right now!"

"Yeah but-"

"What's with you, anyway? You come in here and strip us naked and poke and feel all over our bodies. You think you can get your kicks that way and then just walk out?"

"Especially after dangling your big prick in front of us all that time?" added Kitty.

"I didn't dangle it."

"You dangled it," said Cora. "Like this."

She pushed me on the bed, then crouched above me. Her huge tits hung above my face like ripe melons, their thick nipples staring down at me.

She grinned. "A girl dangles her boobs in front of you like this, and it kind of excites you, doesn't it?"

I had to admit she had a point.

She shrugged and her breasts quivered. "So you've been dangling that great big cock of yours all around the place, and now we're going to do something about it."

Jesus, three of them at once! I didn't know whether I could take it.

"I'd love to accommodate you," I said, "but I can't. You see, I have a heart condition and with three of you at once-"

"It's not your heart we're after," said Kitty. "It's your prick."

"That's part of my problem. I don't think I can get it up again."

Babette chuckled. "I'll take care of that. I'm the best damn cocksucker in the city and you'll have one hell of a harden before I'm through with you."

I groaned once in weary frustration and then I groaned again as she went to work on me. Sprawling on the bed with one tit squashed on my thigh, she took my prick in her hand and Set her tongue crawl all over it. God, what a fantastic tongue she had! It slithered wetly around the sensitive head of my cock, then traveled up and down to the hairy base and back again to the tip. For a good part of the time she concentrated on the underside where she knew it was going to drive me crazy, but she managed to cover all the rest of it too. Her tongue was like a snake, flicking and darting as she licked with a light tantalizing touch, and I could feel my prick growing stiff and hard.

Then I suddenly felt something different and I lifted my head to look. Christ, two of them were working on me together, No, it was all three of them! Cora had moved in on the other side from Babette and they were both licking my cock, their tongues crawling up and down on it in unison.

Chapter Ten

I lay for a long time without moving. I wasn't asleep and my brain was in high gear, but that was about the only part of me that was functioning. Down in my groin there was only an empty washed-out feeling, and I don't think I could have gotten another hardon right then if a dozen girls had licked and sucked my prick.

Babette was the first to get up. She stroked a fingertip lightly along my cock, then climbed off the bed.

"It's been fun, sport," she said. "Bring that big tool back to see us sometime."

"Yes, indeed!" breathed Kitty as she struggled up.

"Wait," I said, "I want to ask you something before you go. Shirley says you're the only girls here at the house that Russ Crawford ever had. You three and Cora."

They nodded.

"Okay, then tell me this. Weren't there times when Russ came here and had another girl-some girl who doesn't work here any more?"

"Sure," said Babette. "There was Rita."

It was that simple, only it had taken me a long time to realize it. If I had come to the right place but none of the girls here had the tattoo, then it could only be on some girl who had previously worked here when Russ had visited the whorehouse-some girl who had left since then.

"I could have told you about Rita," said Shirley, "but you didn't ask about girls who had left."

"Yeah, that's true. Are there any other girls who used to work here and have left-girls that Russ had?"

They discussed it among themselves and came up with two possibilities, but finally decided that both of those girls had left before Russ started visiting the whorehouse. So I had it narrowed down to Rita.

"Did Russ ask for her all the time?" I said.

Shirley shrugged. "For a while. That was before I became his favorite lay."

"Where's Rita now?"

Nobody knew. She hadn't left very long ago, but she had quit quite suddenly without discussing her plans with anyone. The girls didn't even know whether she was still in the city. There had been speculation that she was going into business for herself or that she was getting married, but it had all been mere guess work and they didn't really know a thing.

"What's her last name?" I asked.

That much at least they knew. Her name was Rita Young. And she was a beautiful redhead and fucked like a rabbit, but they couldn't tell me anything more than that.

I turned it over in my mind as I got dressed and left, and I continued to mull it over when I got back to my hotel room. I wasn't a hell of a lot better off than I'd been before*All I had was a girl's name, and she could be anywhere in the country by now. How do you find someone under those conditions? Hire a private detective? Advertise in all the newspapers for a redheaded girl with a tattoo next to her cunt?

I couldn't come up with anything practical so I finally said the hell with it and went to bed. I was in great need of more recuperation.

It was late in the morning before I woke up. But I still didn't make any progress. By afternoon I'd only had one idea that I should have thought of at the start and I checked the telephone book. No Rita Young was listed. So much for that idea.

I finally decided to take a walk. Maybe the air would clear the cobwebs out of my head and let some fresh ideas in.

As I strolled out the door of the hotel, there was the toot of a horn and a voice.

"Hi, Mac."

It was my friendly cab driver from the night before. I waved at him, then on a sudden impulse I turned and climbed into the back of his cab.

"Where to?" he wanted to know.

"Just drive anywhere. I'm really after some conversation at the moment."

He roared away from the curb. "How'd you make out last night?"

"Fine."

"Did you take my tip and get Babette?"

"Yeah."

"Some cocksucker, huh?"

"Jesus, yes!"

"I wouldn't get a blowjob from anybody in town except her. The way she uses that tongue of hers-Christ! Now if you want to go back sometime for a fuck instead of a blowjob, I'd recommend Kitty. That chick really has a talented pussy."

"I know."

He turned to stare at me. "You had Kitty too?"

"And Shirley."

His jaw dropped and he continued staring at me. The blaring of a horn made him swing back just in time to avoid a collision.

He shook his head and sighed. "Mac, I got to take my hat off to you. If I tried to take on those three girls in one night, it'd kill me."

I laughed. "Don't kid yourself. It damn near killed me too. But now there's one particular girl I'm looking for and maybe you can help me find her"

"My God!" He moaned faintly. "Don't you ever get enough? Those three last night-and now you want another one already?"

"Well, I don't exactly want to screw her. It's too complicated to explain but I have to find her."

"And what makes you think I can help you?"

"You seem to know your way around pretty well. This girl is a beautiful redhead who used to work at Betsy's place. Her name is Rita Young."

He didn't give any answer and he drove several blocks in silence. Finally I prodded him a little.

"Well, do you know her?"

He sighed. "Yeah, I know her. How a beautiful girl like that ever became a hooker, I don't know. She used to free-lance before she went to work at Betsy's place. Claimed she just loved cock, and she was always willing to drop her panties for a good-looking guy. She's a hell of a good lay, too."

"She's left Betsy's."

"Yeah, I heard."

Again he drove in silence, almost as if he was reluctant to talk about Rita. But I had to find that girl.

"Is she still in the city?" I asked.

His answer was a long time in coming. "Yeah."

That was a lucky break, at least. But it still left a lot of ground to cover.

I put the big question to him. "Do you know where I can find her?"

He finally swung around to face me. "Mac, forget it. You don't want that girl, believe me. She's bad news."

"But-"

"Look, if those three girls last night didn't satisfy you, I can steer you to something else. You dig beautiful redheads, huh? Then I know just the girl for you. So help me, Mac, she's gorgeous-a body that's out of this world. And you wouldn't believe the tits on her. Want me to take you to her place right now?"

"No, I want you take me to wherever Rita Young is."

"Jesus Christ, Mac-you want to get your balls cut off or something? She's Tony Sowalski's girl!"

"Yeah? So who's Tony Sowalski?"

He spat out the window. "A punk-a cheap hoodlum. But he thinks he's a real big shot. He's as deadly as a rattlesnake and as ornery as my mother-in-law. Believe me, Mac, if he catches you screwing that redheaded cunt of his, he'd think nothing of slicing off your prick and shoving it down your throat."

"I don't want to screw the girl. I only want to-"

Hell, there was no way I could explain it. I only wanted to get the girl's panties off and look at her pussy. Presumably, even that would be enough to make Tony Sowalski want to hack at least a couple of inches off my cock.

But I didn't have much choice. I had to find the redhead and the tattoo I was sure she had. The cab driver shook his head glumly and predicted all kinds of dire things that were going to happen to me. It seemed that in addition to getting my prick and my balls cut off, I could also expect Tony Sowalski to shove a red hot poker up my ass and perform similar atrocities on various portions of my anatomy.

But at last we pulled in to the curb driver pointed across the street at a tall building.

"Over there," he said. "It's your funeral."

I peered at the building. "That's where she lives?"

"In the penthouse. That cunt lives in style."

I was in perfect control of my nerves until I actually stood at her door. Then as I rang her bell I noticed my hand was shaking. That wasn't really surprising because I seemed to be a little shaky all over. And I tensed as the door started to open, ready to dive for cover if I was greeted by the muzzle of a gun. Or a knife that could do a job on my cock and balls.

But there was no gun and no knife.

Only a beautiful redhead.

She just opened the door a short distance to get a look at me, but that also gave me a look at her. The red hair was natural-I was willing to bet on that. Her dress hugged her body just as tightly as I wished I could hug it, emphasizing the bold thrust of her breasts and the sensuous curve of her hips. And it was short enough that it showed a lot of her fine legs.

She also had a husky voice. "Yes?"

My voice was shaky like the rest of me. "Are you Rita Young?"

"Yes."

"Uh-is Tony Sowalski in?"

"No."

If she'd said yes I was going to run like hell for the elevator. But since she no I stopped shaking.

"My name is Nolan-Marty Nolan. I have to talk to you."

That seemed more diplomatic than telling her I wanted to look at her pussy.

"Are you a. friend of Tony's?" she wanted to know.

"Well-no-not really."

"I'm sorry-I can't talk to you. Tony doesn't like me to talk to strange men."

The way she said it reminded me of the cab driver's dire predictions. For the first time I noticed a faint bruise on her cheek that wasn't quite hidden by her makeup. I wondered whether she'd gotten it talking to a strange man and whether the guy had had his balls cut off. She saw me looking at the bruise.

"That's what happened the last time. Tony has a pretty violent temper." And she started to close the door.

I blurted it out quickly. "I'm a friend of Russ Crawford's."

The door stopped closing like I'd said some magic words. Then it swung wide open and she smiled.

"In that case, come on in. The hell with Tony."

My sentiments exactly. The hell with Tony. He was only a punk and he couldn't do a thing to me.

Except cut off my balls if he found me here with Rita.

She made me a drink and we talked about Russ and drank a toast to his memory. Except that I added a mental P.S. to the toast and damned Russ again. Because of him I was in this apartment with a beautiful girl, and my balls were in danger from a jealous hoodlum. And the longer we talked the more uneasy I became. I was spending entirely too much time here. I should find what I came for and get the hell out.

Finally I was nervous enough that I just couldn't delay it any longer. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

"Uh-Rita-I wonder-would you do me a favor?"

"Sure. If you'll do one for me."

"Fair enough. What's yours?"

She shook her head. "No. Yours first."

"Well, okay." I took another deep breath. "Would you-uh-take off your dress?"

It seemed better to start that way than to come right out and ask her to take her panties off. I don't know whether I expected her to throw something at me or start screaming or just quietly toss me out. But instead she smiled.

"Sure," she said. "For a friend of Russ's anything."

Anything? Well, that sounded encouraging. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to get her panties off after all.

She stood up, reached behind her back and opened the zipper on her dress. Then she slowly drew it over her head and draped it on a chair.

In just her bra and panties she faced me.

I swallowed hard and stared at her. Half naked like that, she was more beautiful than ever. She had big breasts and was wearing one of those uplift things that was really little more than half a bra that snuggled under her tits and shoved them up so a lot of soft creamy flesh poured out at the top. And through her sheer panties I could see the dark patch of her cunthair.

Without saying anything she reached for the catch on her bra, and her breasts seemed to surge forward with their sudden freedom. She shrugged the bra off her shoulders and tossed it on top of her dress, her tits quivering with her movements.

With her eyes locked on mine, she hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and slowly pushed them down. There was a heavy silence in the room, broken only by my harsh breathing and the sibilant whisper of the panties sliding over her hips. A few wisps of her pubic hair came into view. Then more. Now her whole crotch was exposed. And at last the panties were gone.

She was naked.

I swept my eyes over her magnificent body. Her ripe thrusting breasts. The sweeping curve of her hips. Her flaming patch of cunthair, suggestive of fire and heat. Yeah, heat. She was generating a lot of heat in my own crotch and my prick was tingling. In fact, I wasn't even nervous any more. When a beautiful girl undresses for .me, I sort of forget about other things.

"I took the dress off like you wanted," she said. "I thought you'd want the rest off too."

"Yeah."

So the only thing I had to do now was get a look at the tattoo on her crotch.

She swayed toward me. "Now you're going to do me a favor-remember?"

"Sure. What is it?"

She pulled me on my feet and molded her body to mine. "Fuck me."

I was suddenly nervous all over again. Her lush tits were crushed on my chest, her nipples stabbing at me through my shirt. I was stroking her smooth back, and down lower too on her ass. And her hand wiggled between our bodies to fondle my cock. Jesus, what a time this would be for Tony to come busting in!

"Fuck you?" I quavered.

"Please!"

"Why me?"

"Because you're here."

"Yeah, but-"

"And because you're a man-a real man with a big prick and you know how to use it to make a girl happy. Russ said so."

"Russ said that?"

"He told me about that night at your house with that other redhead."

Jesus, had Russ told everybody about that night with the redhead? But that wasn't my main problem at the moment. I was here with this steamed-up redhead and she was cooking up a storm the way she was rubbing my cock.

I was still very nervous though. "Yeah, but what about Tony?"

"Tony!" Her tone was scornful. "Do you know what it's like to practically be a prisoner of a man who cant give you what you want?"

"Tony can't get it up?"

She shrugged. "I don't know what it is with him. He used to be a terrific stud. But now all of a sudden-maybe he drinks too much or he's got too many problems on his mind. All I know is he gets hot to trot but he's like a wet noodle, and about all he can do is stick it in my mouth and have me suck him off."

"Yeah, well-there's something to be said for that too."

She'd been working at my belt and zipper as we talked and now my pants suddenly fell around my ankles.

"Sure," she said, "I don't mind a blowjob once in a while. I even enjoy it. But all the time? What the hell do I get out of it?"

"Yeah, I guess-"

"I'll bet you've had a lot of girls, haven't you?"

"Well, you might say that."

"So how would you like it if there was a bare pussy around all the time and you could never get into it?"

I shuddered at the thought. "Jesus, that'd be hell!"

She nodded. "Now you know how I feel. I see Tony's bare prick all the time but I never get it in me."

Her hands had been busy again and now my undershorts slid down and joined my pants. Instantly her fingers curled around my cock. And she was so anxious she came at me with both hands, one hand stroking my prick and the other one kneading my balls.

"Please?" she breathed in my ear. "I need you so badly-I need a big cock like yours deep in my cunt."

Christ, you can't say no to a thing like that. I mean, with a beautiful girl naked and begging to get laid and fondling your prick, you can't just turn and walk away. I can't, anyway. For the briefest instant I thought of Tony and told myself there was only a very remote chance that he'd show up here at this particular time. The odds were all against it and I believe in playing the odds.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes.

She scampered into the bedroom and I followed, watching the lovely way her ass jiggled. I wasn't that far behind, but by the time I got to the bed she was already lying on her back and had her arms stretched out toward me.

I lay beside her and let my hand glide over the smoothness of her naked body. Her full thrusting breasts. Her flat stomach. Her ripe curving hips. Her silken thighs. She moaned and trembled beneath my touch.

My hand reversed direction and came back upward again, my fingers trailing briefly through her flaming cunthair. Now I stroked and fondled her lush tits, squeezing the spongy flesh and bunching it up beneath my fingers. I dropped my head and kissed her nipple, then planted kisses all up and down the steep slopes of her white breasts. My tongue crawled out and licked her velvet skin until it glistened wetly.

Then I came back to her nipples which were stiffening. First one, then the other I bathed with my tongue, licking, scraping, teasing. And she moaned louder and arched her back and tried to drive her tits up harder against my face, Then at last I pulled her nipple between my lips and sucked it, still swirling my tongue on it all the time.

She reached out, groping, and her hand found my cock. Her fingers were warm and soft and her touch was experienced as she seized my prick and stroked it firmly. She knew just how and where to touch to arouse a man and her fingertips played excitingly around the head of my cock and up and down on the sensitive underside.

I let my own hand slip down across her belly again, down to the thatch of fiery hair that framed her pussy. Her legs fell open for me and I slid in between her thighs, stroking the palm of my hand back and forth on her crotch, Her cunthair had a silky texture and I could almost feel the heat being generated in her pussy.

Then I slipped a finger into her cunt. She groaned.

I caressed the moist folds of her tender flesh, working my finger up and down and all around in her slit. After while I poked it into her hole and shoved it as far up into her as I could go, then drilled it slowly in and out of her. And finally, with my finger still buried inside of her, I rubbed my thumb across her clit.

She groaned again and squirmed.

Her clit was hard and swollen, like a little pebble beneath my thumb. For a long time I kept my hand busy in her crotch, my finger poking deep in her pussy and my thumb massaging her clit.

Finally she gasped loudly. "That feels good-but your hard prick would feel better. Can't you put it in me yet?"

"Any time you're ready."

"Oh God! I'm ready-I'm ready!"

She had worked me up to a first-class harden and my cock waved stiffly in front of me as I maneuvered into place between her legs. I tugged her cuntlips open and jabbed the head of my prick into her pussy.

"It's going to be heavenly!" she murmured. "I can tell already. It's so big. Poke it into me slowly so I can enjoy every bit of it."

Her cunt was real wet and I could have buried my cock to the hilt with one easy push but she wanted it slowly, so slowly was the way she got it. I eased my hips forward, slipping my prick into her just a bit at a time. The further I got into her, the more rapturous became the look on her face. Now I was half way in and her hands came up to seize my shoulders, her nails clawing at me. I slid in further. Still further. And at last I was in all the way, my thick cock completely buried in her pussy.

"I knew it!" she babbled, "I knew it-it's heavenly! So big-my cunt is so full! God, don't take it out!"

Taking it out wasn't exactly what I had in mind, at least not for a while yet. For a long minute I held it motionless, deep inside of her, and then I began to fuck. She'd wanted me to put it in her slowly and I gathered she wanted to make it last a long time, so I started my motion with an easy rhythm. Using long deep strokes, I slid my prick slowly in and out of her pussy, while her wet flesh clung excitingly to my swollen cock.

After a time, as she became more aroused, I picked up the tempo and fucked a little faster. Now her breasts began to dance on her chest as I jiggled her body and I reached up and closed my hand on her ripe tit, massaging it and tugging on her hard nipple. And I found myself admiring the beauty of her nakedness all over again. She had a lovely body and really knew how to excite a man, and it was no wonder Russ had been anxious to screw her.

Russ! Jesus Christ, I'd been so anxious to get into her cunt I'd forgotten about the goddamn tattoo. All the time I'd spent looking for it, and now when I found the girl who had it I didn't do anything except fuck her. What a shithead!

I straightened up a little and peered down between our bodies. I couldn't quite see. I leaned just a bit sideways and lifted her legs and-God, there it was!

But I couldn't read it. It was too small for me to make it out from this distance. I tried hunching lower but there was just no way to get my face close enough to read it while I was driving my prick in and out of her cunt.

The hell with it. I'd have to wait until I was through fucking her. But on second thought, that wasn't very smart. If I forgot it now I might forget it then. Or Tony might arrive and-Christ, I didn't even want to think about that.

So okay, I had to read the damn tattoo right now and there was only one way to do it.

I yanked my cock out of her pussy.

She let out an instant wail. "God-don't stop!"

But I already had my head down between her thighs and was staring at the tattoo. R28.

She was pounding her fists on my shoulders. "Get it back in me! Don't torture me, you bastard!"

I dropped my head to her cunt and licked her clit. But that wasn't what she wanted.

"Please!" she cried. "I can get a cuntlapping whenever I want it. I need your prick-your lovely big prick in my pussy!"

I scrambled back into place and poked my cock into her again. And this time she didn't want it slow or easy. "Ram it in!" she panted. "Give it to me-hard and deep!"

I plunged my prick to the hilt in her cunt.

Her eyes rolled upward and she groaned in delight, while she wrapped her legs around my hips and tried to force me even deeper inside of herself. Now she was so aroused she was half wild with desire and I wasn't fucking her slowly or easily any more. I was driving my cock into her with hard thrusting strokes and her body quivered under the could hear my balls slapping against her ass.

She babbled hoarsely in time with my strokes. "Fuck-fuck-fuck! Sink-your prick-in my cunt! Screw me-fuck me-fuck me!"

On and on it went. My cock throbbed and my balls ached and I knew the end was near.

"More!" she moaned. "Just a-little more!"

I slammed my prick into her pussy. Again. And again.

Suddenly she sucked in her breath in a ragged gasp that caught in her throat and her back arched high off the bed. For an instant she hung there suspended, and then a thin screech burst from her lips as she crashed back down on the bed and her body heaved in frantic convulsions. Her warm juices bathed my cock and then it was my turn.

The come burst loose from my balls and shot from my prick. She leaped as she felt the first jet blast deep in her cunt. But there were more to follow. Many more. Spurt after spurt I poured into her while she writhed and bucked beneath me. Then gradually the flood diminished. Her body heaved less wildly. My cock jerked one final time and we collapsed with our bodies tangled together on the bed.

How much time went by before I revived, I don't know. But my eyes managed to struggle open as she lightly ran a fingertip up and down on my wilted prick.

"I think it's the most beautiful cock I've ever had," she murmured. "It was so big-and so wonderful! Will you come back and fuck me again sometime?"

It seemed like a great idea as I eyed her naked "I'll have to see what I can arrange, baby,"

"I can let you know when Tony isn't around and-"

Tony! Jesus Christ, I'd forgotten all about him! Here I was lolling around on the bed when he could walk in any minute!

My feet were moving as I hit the floor and I dashed into the other room to my clothes and hastily dressed, swearing under my breath the whole time. I'd found the tattoo and gotten a terrific piece of ass, and I should have gotten the hell out of here a long time ago. I finished dressing, squeezed Rita's tit in farewell and turned to leave.

And then my luck ran out.

We both heard the key in the lock.

"Oh, God!" she groaned.

I don't know what she was so worried about. The worst she could expect was a few bruises, but I had a horrible vision of my balls being amputated, I considered diving under the bed and trying to hide there, but then I wondered whether that wasn't the first place a guy was supposed to look if he was suspicious.

"In there!" hissed Rita.

Before I could stop her, she had shoved me into the closet in the bedroom. She gave the door a quick push before she leaped on the bed but it didn't quite close, and I didn't dare touch it because Tony was striding into the bedroom.

He probably wasn't any taller than I was, but his shoulders were about twice as wide. And he looked meaner than hell. Still, I told myself I didn't really have that much to worry about because he couldn't possibly suspect I was here.

"Who's here?" he growled at Rita.

No, he couldn't possibly suspect. Not much. Did the bastard have built-in radar or something?

Lying naked on the bed, Rita smiled up at him. "I'm here, lover."

"How come you're bareass naked? Your clothes are lying all around the living room."

"I heard you coming, sweet, and couldn't wait to get my clothes off and get into bed for you."

He grunted. "Maybe. And maybe some son of a bitch has been into your cunt."

He peered under the bed, then straightened and headed for the closet. I took a deep breath and cradled my balls protectively in my hands.

"Lover?" purred Rita.

His hand was on the door. "Yeah?"

"I have something for you."

He hesitated and turned to look at her. "What?"

"My mouth. My warm wet mouth, and you can shove your prick in it. And my tongue is going to suck it-like this." She let her tongue crawl over her lips.

"Jesus!" breathed Tony.

He turned away from the closet, tearing at his clothes, and he was naked by the time he reached the bed. Rita hitched herself around, lying on her back, and reached for him.

"Kneel over my head," she told him, "and poke your cock into my mouth. I'll hold my lips together so it'll feel like a pussy when you shove it in. Then I'll lick it and suck it."

She had maneuvered herself on the bed so Tony's back was toward me as he knelt above her. I couldn't see what was happening but I gathered from Tony's loud groan that now he had his prick in her mouth. And a moment later I could hear the wet slurping noises as she sucked it. I was sure a girl of her talents could suck more quietly than that, and she was obviously making a noisy job of it to cover any sounds I might make in leaving.

I took another deep breath, slipped off my shoes and eased myself out of the closet. A swift glance at Tony's broad back showed me he was still totally engrossed in the blowjob he was getting. Quickly but quietly I tiptoed out of the bedroom, across the living room and out of the apartment. Only then did I relax my protective grip on my balls.

Chapter Eleven

Judy licked off a drop of come that had dribbled down her lower lip. "Well, what do you think?"

She hadn't given me time to think about much of anything. I'd gotten home so late the night before that she was already asleep and I'd crawled right into bed myself. But this morning-well, she hadn't wasted any time.

"Breakfast!" she called up to me.

I came downstairs sort of half awake and stepped, into the kitchen, then stopped in the middle of a yawn. There wasn't anything on the table. It was bare except for Judy.

And she was bare too.

Yeah, she was naked on the table.

She was lying on her back with her legs wide apart and I thought at first I was seeing things so I blinked and looked again. But I wasn't seeing things. It looked like she was bleeding to death through her cunt.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

"You're having strawberry jam for breakfast. Eat it!"

"Jesus, where'd you ever get an idea like that?"

"In a book."

"What book?"

She giggled. "It's a real sexy one. It's got lots of other neat ideas in it. Maybe I'll show it to you sometime. Now come on and eat your breakfast."

So I licked the jam out of her pussy. And after all the jam was gone I kept on licking her cunt until she finally came in a series of wild spasms. When it was finally over and she quieted down again she lay there on the table and looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

"You like strawberry jam?"

I grinned. "Love it."

"I also bought raspberry, peach, apple, grape and blackberry."

Then she decided it hadn't been very fair, being one-sided like that, so she had to suck my cock. Only she did it without smearing any jam on it.

And after I'd flooded her mouth with my come she licked off a drop that had dribbled down her lower lip and said, "Well, what do you think?"

"I think you're a hell of a good cocksucker."

"That's not what I mean. I mean Uncle Russ's third clue."

"Oh."

All I had time to tell her so far was that the third clue was R28 and we hadn't had a chance to discuss it yet. But now she whipped up a real breakfast and we talked as we ate.

"You were right," she said. "You thought the last clue would be an R with some numbers. And it was."

"Yeah. There's only one problem."

"What's that?"

"We're fresh out of clues. Russ only gave us those three and now we have them all."

She thought about it. "Then we must have everything we need to find what we're looking for."

"But what have we got? Some letters and numbers-that's all. R49, L6, R28. Swell. What the hell's it mean?"

"You said before it sounded like the combination to a lock. Have you changed your mind?"

"Not really. I don't know what else it could be except the combination to a lock. But, Jesus-what lock? Where is it? What did he lock up-a box of some kind? A strong box maybe?"

Judy's eyes glittered. "A safe deposit box!"

"No, they open those with keys, not combination locks. Besides, you have to sign to get in."

"Oh."

We kicked it around for a long time but didn't come up with anything too much. For a while Judy had me thinking it might be something like a public locker or a post office box, but then I ruled that idea out.

"It couldn't be that," I told her. "Russ didn't give us any clue as to where it is. And without at least a hint-my God, we could spend years trying every public locker and post office box in the city. Besides which, we'd probably get arrested for tampering with the mail or something."

So much for that idea. And there seemed to be something wrong with everything else we thought of.

Judy sighed. "Maybe there's an old trunk or something like that hidden in the attic of his house. I remember all kinds of junk up there when I was a little girl."

That didn't strike me too favorably but it started a train of thought in my mind.

"Whatever it is we're looking for," I said, "I don't think Russ would leave it in his house. Everything in the house now belongs to his nephew, Ernie, so anything Russ left there would go to Ernie instead of you. So this thing Russ wanted you to have must have been left somewhere else where there wouldn't be any question about it-some place where it would clearly belong to you."

It hit both of us at the same time.

The summer bungalow.

We tossed that back and forth and it seemed to make sense. Russ's will had been quite explicit-Judy was to get the bungalow and its contents, so anything we found in it would unquestionably belong to her. And she hadn't received anything except the bungalow and its contents, so that had to be the place where Russ wanted us to look.

Judy's face glowed with excitement. "Well, let's go!"

By the time I ran some errands and we threw a few things in the car, we finally left in the afternoon. It was a warm sunny day, ideal for a drive, and Judy's blonde hair danced in the breeze. She had that disconcerting habit of allowing her skirt to blow upward almost to the top of her thighs, and at times it was hard to concentrate on the road the way she was showing her legs.

It was a longer drive than I thought and after we stopped to eat we didn't arrive at the bungalow until just about dark. It was a beautiful spot. The bungalow itself wasn't anything pretentious, just a small cabin nestled in the pine woods on the edge of a lake. And the whisper of the wind in the trees together with the lake's reflection of the dying sunset made a beautiful picture.

"Isn't it lovely?" asked Judy.

I nodded. I could see why she loved the place.

Inside, the cabin was hot and rather musty from having been closed up so long. We opened every door and window in the place to get some air and then looked around uncertainly.

"Well," said Judy, "where do we begin?"

"I guess we just take one room at a time and go over it with a fine-tooth comb."

"And what are we looking for?"

"Anything with a lock. A trunk, a strongbox- anything like that."

"A safe?"

For some reason, the thought of a safe hadn't occurred to me before. But now that Judy had mentioned it, it seemed as likely a possibility as anything else.

"Yeah," I said, "a safe."

We covered that cabin from one end to the other. We searched each room, each closet, every nook and cranny. Behind every picture and mirror we carefully examined the wall for any trick panels or hidden safes. When I wore my nails down to the quick by prying and tugging at every stone in the fireplace and chimney I knew I was really far out, but that was the only place left to look. And there were no loose stones.

"Jesus!" I sighed.

Judy slumped in a chair. "Now what?"

"I don't know. There's not a damn thing in this cabin with a lock on it. And if there's a safe or something hidden away, I don't know where in hell it can be. Christ, we haven't missed a spot!"

"Let's try again."

So we went over the whole place a second time, but the results weren't any better than before. Finally I was too tired to care any more.

"The hell with it," I said. "Let's get some sleep and maybe we'll come up with something in the morning."

Judy nodded. "Good idea. Only I'm so hot and dirty I need a shower first. Oh damn-I forgot to turn on the hot water heater!"

"Well-"

"Hey, let's go for a swim!"

I looked at the darkness outside. "Isn't that lake cold?"

"No, it's toasty warm. Come on!"

"Okay, I'll get my trunks."

"Who needs trunks? Let's go skinny-dipping."

"How close are the neighbors?"

"There's a dirty old man up the lake who always watched me with his binoculars whenever I was in a bikini. But he can't see at night. Besides, it's so late everybody's in bed."

Down on the little sandy beach, I looked around just to make sure. But there were no lights on anywhere so apparently she was right and all the neighbors were asleep.

"Hurry up," she said.

I turned to look at her. There was just a sliver of a moon and in the faint light I saw she was bending forward to take off her panties. Then she straightened and stood naked. In the moonlight there was a pale sheen on her breasts and her nipples looked darker than usual.

She laughed softly and dashed into the water.

I took off my clothes and followed her. She was right about the water being warm, yet it felt good after all our work in searching the cabin. For several minutes we swam back and forth, occasionally splashing each other like a couple of kids.

Then she made a sudden lunge to try to duck me, only her hand slid off my wet shoulder and she fell hard against me. I made a grab to catch her at the same time that her arms went around my neck. Then neither of us moved. Her body was tight against mine, her big lush tits crushed on my chest and I could feel her nipples boring into me.

It almost seemed planned, the way both of us reached out at the same instant. I slid a hand to her breast and squeezed it. And her hand slipped down between our bodies to reach for my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroked it wrapped her fingers around it, stroked it gently.

Her skin was slightly cool from the water as I fondled her tit and lightly pinched her nipple. Then I let my hand drop down across her stomach to her crotch. Working my way through the wet tangle of her cunt hair, I found her pussy and poked a finger into it. For a minute or two I worked my finger back and forth in her slit, and then I shoved it into her hole. She slid her feet apart, opening her legs further, and I shoved my finger as deep as I could into her cunt.

She let out a little sigh. "Umm, that feels good!"

"How about this?"

Still working my finger in and out of her pussy, I slid my thumb up on her clit and began to massage it.

She quivered. "Ohh-that's even better!"

She was pumping my prick harder now, her fingers tantalizing in their touch, and it wasn't long before she had my cock standing up stiff and hard along my belly.

She giggled. "For you I think the water should be colder."

"Then you would have been frustrated-because you couldn't have gotten this."

I cupped my hands under her ass and started to lift her upward and toward me.

She looked at me in surprise. "Right here-in the water?"

"Why not?"

"Well-okay, why not?"

I lifted her further and she got the idea right away and kind of hopped upward toward me. Her legs twined around my upper thighs and she wrapped one arm around my neck to hold on. With her free hand she reached down to my prick and positioned it so the head was poking at her cuntlips.

"Okay," she said, "let's see how good you are at working underwater."

I lowered her body and my cock slid half way into her pussy. It was a strange sensation with part of my prick in the water and the rest of it in the humid heat of her cunt. It was so different and so stimulating that I felt my cock growing even bigger and harder. She felt it too and let out a little moan of delight.

"Lovely!" she breathed. "But don't stop there-put it in me all the way."

I lowered her further. Still further. Until her ass rested on my thighs and ray prick was buried to the hilt in her pussy.

She moaned again and rolled her hips and bounced herself up and down on my cock. But she was kind of limited in what she could do while she hung onto me with her arms and legs, so I got my hands back under her ass and started lifting her up and down, sliding her cunt back and forth on my prick. That seemed to get her so excited she began bouncing even harder. And I wasn't going to object because it added to my own sensations I was experiencing. But all of a sudden she bounced too hard. It threw me off balance and we fell with a splash.

I quickly-got my footing, stood up again and hauled her up, gulping for air. But she hadn't let go of me and my cock was still deep in her pussy.

"Wow!" she gasped. "This is fun-but it's dangerous. I'd hate to drown while I was getting screwed. Let's go in where it's safer."

I started to pull my prick out of her and put her down, but she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me.

"Leave it in," she said. "Carry me in this way."

It was pretty awkward walking with her hanging on me like that, but by taking short steps I found I could manage it. And each time I took a step my cock poked in and out of her cunt in a hell of an exciting way. I don't know what the sensation was like for her, but for me it was one of the most stimulating walks I ever had.

When I was in close enough to shore so the water was only around my ankles, Judy twisted around to see where we were going. Somehow, the way she did it, I lost my balance again and we fell with another splash. Only it was a little better this time because the water was shallow and we didn't go under. I started to lift her up but she pulled me back down.

"This is far enough," she said, "Fuck me right here."

"Lying in the water like this?"

"You've got me so hot I can't wait any longer!"

She lay in the shallow water, her legs spread wide. And I knelt between her thighs, my prick still in her pussy, and started to fuck her in earnest. Hell, she wasn't the only one who was hot-I was plenty hot myself. So there wasn't any need for a slow buildup and I just went to town, slamming my cock into her with long hard strokes. I lifted my hips, pulling my prick so far out of her cunt that just the tip was still inside, then I reversed and pounded back into her with a force that jolted her body and made her big breasts quiver and dance on her chest. The water flowed over her chest but her tits stuck up above the surface, pale white in the moonlight, and her hard nipples pointed at the sky. Each time I rammed my cock into her my body made a little splash as it came against hers and sent tiny wavelets that washed up and lapped at her breasts.

She moaned with passion and her body writhed beneath me.

On an impulse, I grabbed her legs and pushed them up so her knees were almost against her chest. For a moment I stared at the odd sight she presented that way with most of her body lying in the water and her long trim legs in the air.

Then again I drove my prick to the hilt in her pussy.

Something caught in her throat. "Ohh-you're deeper inside of me than ever when you do it that way!"

I fucked like a maniac, pounding my cock in and out of her while the water splashed around us and the waves washed at her tits.

Suddenly her body stiffened. "Oh-Oh God-I- I'm blowing up inside!"

She let out a long shuddering groan and then her body leaped and bucked beneath me in a frenzy. Then I was at the peak too. The come raced the length of my prick and shot deep in her cunt in great heavy jets. So intense was my climax, it almost felt as though my lifeblood and everything inside of me was being pumped out through my cock. And still my cock jerked wildly, flooding her pussy with spurt after spurt of hot come.

Then finally it was over. Her legs sank down on the sand and we lay limply together.

At last she spoke. "That was different. I think I like getting screwed in the water."

I was too tired to answer. I just grunted.

"Come to think of it," she added, "! guess I like it any where."

Chapter Twelve

Russ had been a good businessman and must have made a lot of money. And I remembered him mentioning that he'd done pretty well with investments too. But whatever he'd done with his money, he sure as hell hadn't used it to buy a decent bed in his bungalow.

The damn thing seemed older than the Wright brothers' airplane. I eyed it skeptically before I climbed in, not at all sure it could support either one of us, let alone the two of us together. It creaked rather ominously but didn't collapse. Still, it might have been better if it had. The mattress or springs or whatever was supposed to be holding us up was doing a half-ass job of it. I didn't know any bed could sink that far down in the middle and still not touch the floor. It was like trying to sleep on the edge of a hill. I'd climb way out to the side and hang on to the edge, but the minute I relaxed I slid down into the middle where I collided with Judy who had just slid in from the other side. And I figured I'd probably have to go to an orthopedic surgeon to have him straighten out my spine after a night in this monstrosity.

I suggested to Judy that we might try the bed in the other room, but she wouldn't hear of it. This had been her room since she was a little girl and she'd had some romantic dream about coming here when she was grown up and sleeping in the same bed with a man, and now that her dream had come true nothing was going to spoil it.

So I gritted my teeth and slid down into the middle and climbed back up to the edge several more times. Finally I decided I'd be better off sleeping on the floor. But by then she'd fallen asleep and we were lying braced against each other in the middle and there was no way I could get out without waking her up.

By the time the night was almost over I went to sleep at last.

In the morning I climbed stiffly out of the goddamn bed and tried to straighten up. I couldn't. For about ten minutes I walked around in a bent-over position before I finally limbered up enough to get my clothes on. By that time Judy had breakfast ready and with some food inside of me and my spine reasonably straight, I was better able to face the day.

Then Judy raised the question I'd been dreading.

"Well," she said, "what are we going to do?"

"Jesus, we searched this place twice and didn't find a thing."

"Let's search it again."

I didn't have any better ideas so' we searched it again. And we still didn't find anything. I even went through the elaborate procedure of measuring the bungalow inside and out. I remembered reading somewhere-a detective story, I guess-about a guy who did that, and by comparing the inside and outside measurements of a building, he discovered a fake wall at one end with a hidden compartment behind it. Maybe that works out well in a detective story, but it didn't help us. There were no fake walls in the bungalow and no hidden compartments that we could find.

By afternoon I'd had it.

"Let's get out of here," I said. "We're not going to find a damn thing."

Judy shook her head. "There's something here that Uncle Russ left for me-I know it-and I'm going to find it."

"There's no other place to look! What do you want to do-take the bungalow down board by "Well-let's stay overnight anyway. Maybe we'll think of something by tomorrow."

"I thought of something already-I'm not spending another night in that bed!"

"It's not that bad with one person in it, but I'll grant you it's not very comfortable with two. I guess it's pretty old. Uncle Russ said it was a real expensive bed."

"Expensive? Somebody must have hauled that swayback thing in on a covered wagon and-" I stared at her. "He said it was expensive?"

"Yes."

"When did he say that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a couple of years ago."

"Exactly what did he say?"

"That it was worth a lot of money. Something like that."

"Jesus Christ!"

I went into the other room and frowned at the goddamn bed. It didn't make sense. A junk dealer I probably would have charged you just to haul it | away. I toyed with the idea of getting a razor and dissecting the mattress, but I couldn't possibly find I anything in there big enough to have a lock on it. Maybe I'd misread the clues and we weren't really looking for something with a lock on it. But then ; what was the meaning of those three tattoos?

A sudden thought came to me. Could the bed be hiding some kind of secret panel in the wall?

I hauled the bed into the center of the room and went over every inch of the wall that had been hidden by the headboard.

Nothing.

"What about under the bed?" asked Judy.

I rolled the rug back and for a moment we stared at each other and at the floor. A small rectangular section of the boards had been cut and hinged on one side so the cut-out section could be lifted like a trap door.

Judy almost danced with excitement. "Well, open it!"

I lifted the trap door and stared again.

The small bungalow had no basement. It was built on blocks and at this point the floor beams practically touched the ground. But under the trap door Russ had dug down into the ground and apparently had scooped out a pretty good hole. Then he had cemented the four walls and the bottom of the hole to form a kind of a little vault.

And in the vault was a small safe.

"Jesus!" I breathed.

"Can you lift it?" asked Judy.

It wasn't easy, but I finally got the safe out of the hole and up on the floor. I eyed the lock on the front and thought of the tattoos I'd found on three girls' thighs up next to their cunts. I bent down and turned the lock. Right 49, left 6, right 28.

I swung the handle on the safe and the door creaked open.

Judy caught her breath in a gasp. "God! Look at that!"

I was looking. Inside the safe were several bundles of money.

"How much do you suppose there is?" Judy finally asked.

"I don't know. But it looks like your Uncle Russ left you quite a pile.

"Thoughtful of him, wasn't it?" said a strange voice from behind us.

Lounging in the doorway was a crummy looking character. Some clean clothes would have done a lot for him and a shave would have improved his appearance even more, but probably neither the clothes nor the shave would have gotten rid of the mean look in his eyes. His looks wouldn't have bothered me too much, however, if it hadn't been for the gun in his hand. That bothered me.

"Who the hell are you?" I growled. "And what do you want here?"

"Ernie!" gasped Judy, as if she were answering my question.

He smirked. "I didn't know you'd remember me after all this time. I remember you too, beautiful." His eyes crawled up and down her body. "Although you've changed a lot. You used to be a scrawny little kid, but you sure as hell aren't scrawny any more. Jesus, what a shape you've got!"

"What do you want here?" I asked him again.

He didn't even seem to hear my question. He was still staring at Judy and his tongue crawled over his lips.

"Tell me something," he said. "Are your tits really that big or do you wear a padded bra? It doesn't seem possible a scrawny little kid could sprout a pair of boobs like you have."

"Listen, you bastard-"

I took a step toward him and he was suddenly more interested in me than in Judy. He swung the gun so it pointed at the lower part of my stomach and his eyes looked meaner than ever.

"Hold it right there," he said. "I'd hate to deprive Judy of her fun."

"What?"

"With the two of you shacking up together, I figure you're screwing hell out of her these days. And if I have to shoot you, I'm going to put the bullet right through your balls. I guess that would make Judy very unhappy-not to mention what it would do to you."

Why did everybody have a thing about my balls? Back in Central City, I was worried about Tony cutting them off. And now Ernie wanted to put a bullet through them. Things like that can kind of get to you after while.

So I tried to reassure him. "Take it easy-we're not looking for trouble. Just tell us what it is you want here."

His eyes swung briefly to the safe. "I thought you would have figured that out by now. It took you long enough to find it for me."

"You knew about the money?" asked Judy.

"Not exactly. I just had a feeling that Uncle Russ had a bundle stashed away somewhere and that I wasn't getting everything he had. When I found out about that special letter he left for you, that made me more suspicious. So I started watching you-you and this meathead you shacked up with. And the way he moved around, I figured he was on the trail of something."

"You followed me?" I asked.

"Everywhere. The Pink Elephant-that photographer-the whorehouse in Central City."

Judy's eyebrows went up. "Whorehouse?"

"You were in there long enough," said Ernie.

"What'd you do-screw every girl in the place?"

I changed the subject. "Look, how do you think you're going to get away with stealing this money? If you kill us they'll get you for murder. And if you don't kill us, we'll have the cops after you. So how do you figure it's worth it?"

His face twisted with hate. "I'll tell you how I figure it. I'm entitled to the money-see? I'm a blood relative to Uncle Russ, and Judy isn't. So this money the stupid old fart left for her really belongs to me and I'm going to take it. And as for killing you or having you send the cops after me, I don't particularly care one way or the other. Either way, I've got it all arranged for me to leave the country."

The guy was dangerous. I didn't have any doubt about that. So I tried a different approach with him.

"Maybe we can make a deal," I suggested. "It looks like there's enough money there for both of you."

"Forget it." Then he waved the gun at me. "Turn around."

I didn't relish the idea of getting shot in the back, but the way he was waving the gun I didn't think it would feel much better getting shot in the front. Or in the balls. So I turned around.

Apparently he only wanted to find out if I had a gun of my own and he ran a hand up and down on my body. I tried to remember how the smart private detectives on TV can turn and grab the guy behind them while he's searching them, but it seemed like a hell of a tricky thing with his gun boring into my back the way it was.

Then suddenly I didn't have to worry about it. Something hard smashed against the back of my head and the world went black.

I probably wasn't out more than a few minutes. It seemed like I was swimming back up out of a deep dark hole and when I finally reached the top and forced my eyes open a little I discovered two things. I had one hell of a headache. And I was lying on the floor with my hands tied behind my back.

I tried to focus my eyes and only partially succeeded. Judy was sitting dejectedly on the bed. And Ernie was just stuffing the last of the money into a bag. He glanced at me and seemed surprised to find me watching him.

"You're awake already, huh? Guess I didn't hit you hard enough. Not that it makes much difference. I brought that rope along with me and Judy tied you up and that'll keep you out of the way until I'm gone."

"I'm sorry, Marty," said Judy. "He made me tie you up."

Ernie rose to his feet and hefted the bag of money. Then he put it down again and looked at Judy.

"Before I go," he said, "I'd better tie you up too."

He picked up a piece of rope from the floor and walked over to the bed. But instead of making any move to tie Judy's hands he looked at her for a long moment and then ran his fingertip over her breast. Angrily she knocked his hand away.

He chuckled. "I could go for you beautiful. I like a girl with some fight in her. Especially when she's built like you are."

"Keep your hands off me."

"You never did tell me whether your tits are really that big or whether you wear a padded bra."

"That's none of your business."

"Maybe. But I'm kind of curious. If there's no padding in your bra, then your boobs must really be something to see. So you just take off your blouse and let me have a look."

"Go to hell!"

All in one motion, he dropped the gun and the rope and grabbed her. She didn't waste any breath in screaming, but threw herself backward and rolled across the bed. There was a ripping sound as she rolled and suddenly she was on one side of the bed and Ernie was on the other, holding her torn blouse in his hands.

For a long moment he stared at the ripe flesh of her breasts spilling over the top of her bra. Then he lunged for her. She was quick as a cat and scampered away from him, but there was really no place she could go. They darted back and forth across the room, yet he managed to stay between her and the door and she was trapped in the room.

Finally he had her backed into a comer and slowly closed in on her. And just as he reached out for her, her foot came up in a hard kick at- his crotch. Unfortunately her aim was slightly off and he caught most of it. on his thigh. But it was enough to make him wince and grab his balls and she seized the opportunity to dash out of her trap in the corner.

Then the chase was on again.

Soon he had her backed into another corner and again she tried to kick him in the balls. But this time he was ready for her. As her foot flashed out at him he grabbed it and yanked, and she fell hard. Instantly he was on top of her.

They rolled and tumbled together and there were more ripping sounds. Once or twice I heard a grunt of pain from Judy. But she was inflicting some damage too, slashing with her nails, and Ernie's face was lined with bloody furrows. When he stopped to finger a particularly deep gash in his neck, she managed to slip out from under him. But her tattered skirt stayed behind and now she was wearing only her bra and panties.

I'd been straining and yanking at the ropes around my wrists, but they didn't budge. Now I yanked even harder and I think I yelled at Ernie. But he didn't even hear me. Inflamed by Judy's near nudity, he was close on her heels as she raced frantically around the room.

Now she was beginning to tire and she was a little too slow one time in dodging his outstretched hand. He hooked a finger in her bra strap and jerked hard.

Her bra tore free.

He paused for a moment, staring at her. Her full lush breasts heaved with her harsh breathing and her delicate pink nipples seemed to wave up and down.

"Jesus!" he croaked. "What a pair of tits! Now let's get your panties off and see the rest."

"Leave her alone!" I screamed. "I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

He didn't pay any more attention to me than he had before and I lunged even harder against the ropes. Suddenly I paused. Was it my imagination, or had the ropes loosened a little? I couldn't be sure. If they had loosened, it sure as hell wasn't much.

Now Judy's breath was coming in gasping sobs as she tried to stay out of Ernie's reach. Her breasts bounced wildly as she ran and I could see the sweat running down her chest and her back.

Suddenly she stopped dead and turned in a different direction and I couldn't imagine what she had in mind. Then as she lunged forward in a sliding dive across the rug, I understood. She'd spotted the gun lying on the floor. She slid up to it, grabbed it and started to whirl. But she was too late and Ernie was on top of her. It only took him a moment to wrestle the gun out of her hand and toss it across the room. Now there wasn't any question about the outcome and I didn't need to hear her panties ripping to tell me how it was going to end. When she slipped out of his grasp this time, she was completely naked.

He slobbered a little as his eyes crawled up and down her body and devoured her nudity. Her proud thrusting breasts. The ripe swell of her hips. Her golden thatch of cunthair and her long trim legs.

"Christ!" he panted. "What a piece!"

Again I yelled at him and tugged at the ropes, and this time it wasn't my imagination. The knot had slipped. Not much, but a little. Maybe Judy hadn't tied it too tight or maybe Ernie hadn't I checked it carefully. I yanked at the rope in a frenzy and could feel it wearing my wrists bloody.

But even if I could get free of the goddamn rope, it probably wasn't going to be in time.

Because Ernie had gotten to his feet and, staring at Judy the whole time, was slowly taking off his | clothes. He got rid of his shirt-his undershirt-his I pants. Then he slid down his undershorts and stepped out of them.

He was naked. His prick, hard and stiff, waved in front of him as if it was reaching for Judy's naked I body.

He leered at her. "Do you want to cooperate or do you still want to fight? Either way, I'm going to get into that hairy pussy of yours and fuck hell out of you."

She slowly backed away and he followed. I tore wildly at the rope, yet it wouldn't give any further. He caught her and the rope still wouldn't give. He dragged her, struggling and kicking, to the bed and threw her on it and .the rope suddenly gave. First a little, then a little more. Painfully I pulled one hand free and whipped the rope off the other hand.

He lay on top of her, pinning her to the bed, and she fought like a maniac as he tried to get his cock into her cunt. I bounded across the room, clamped a hand on his shoulder and spun him around. And as he turned I crashed my fist into his jaw.

He was tough, though. The blow knocked him across the bed but he shook it off, then leaped at me with a roar of frustration and rage. He sailed into me and we fell to the floor. Back and forth we rolled, first one on top and then the other. I landed a few good punches oh his scratched face and I took some jarring ones from him too.

Then suddenly we rolled further and my head crashed against the leg of the bed. Stunned, I felt my hands lose their grip on him and through a haze I saw him scramble to his feet and dive across the room. I knew immediately he was after the gun. And this time, with the mood he was in, there wasn't any doubt about the fact that he was going to shoot me and then rape Judy.

And I didn't have a chance of getting across the room in time to stop him. I tried, but that blow on the head had unplugged some circuits in there and the message wasn't getting through to my arms and my legs. I tried again, got one foot under me. Then the other foot. I staggered upward and lurched toward him.

But he already had the gun and was whirling to face me.

And as he turned, Judy stuck a foot between his legs and tripped him.

He teetered for a second, trying to regain his balance. Then he went down, crashing in a heap on the floor. And as he landed there was a muffled crack from the gun that he still held in his hand and which now lay beneath him. His body seemed to jump at the sound of the shot and then he went limp and lay still.

Chapter Thirteen

"How many girls were there in the whorehouse?"

Judy was naked on the bed, lying on one elbow as she watched me getting ready for bed. We were back home where I could get a good night's sleep in a decent bed instead of getting curvature of the spine in that swayback thing in the bungalow. But now Judy was starting with the questions.

"How many girls were in the whorehouse?" she repeated.

I scowled. "Goddamn Ernie for mentioning that!"

"How is he, by the way? Is he going to live?"

"They think he might make it. But if he does, he's going to jail instead of leaving the country. He won't be bothering you again."

"Good. But you're avoiding the question. How many girls were there?"

"For Christ's sake, there weren't very many. It was only a small whorehouse."

"Oh? You've been to bigger ones?"

"I didn't say that."

"How many?"

I sighed. "Jesus, I don't remember exactly."

"A dozen?"

"Hell, no. There were only about-well, I guess there were five."

"Five? And you fucked all of them?"

"Of course not."

She glanced at me silently for a couple of minutes. I tried to fondle her tit again but she pushed my hand away.

"You've been a busy man," she sniffed. "You screwed the photographer and a girl in the whorehouse. And I wonder how many more."

At least she thought it was only one girl in the whorehouse. And she didn't know about the waitress at The Pink Elephant, or Ellen's sister, or the other girls in the whorehouse, or Rita in the penthouse. I groaned as I counted them. If she found out about all of them, she was never going to forgive me.

"Aw, come on, honey," I said. "Those girls didn't mean anything to me."

"Were they good?"

"They were okay, I guess. But not half as good as you."

She grunted. "You probably didn't just fuck them. I'll bet some girl sucked you off too, didn't she?"

I thought of Babette and tried to sound casual. "Now that you mention it, I guess one girl did suck me off. But-"

"Was she a better cocksucker than I am?"

"Honey, you know I think you're the greatest cocksucker ever."

Again she grunted. "My God, the way you've been getting fucked and sucked all over the state, it's a wonder you had the strength to get it up for me."

"I can get it up for you any time, honey."

"Well, we're going to see about that."

"What?"

She stroked my prick. "We're going to see how well you can get it up for me. And then you're never going to visit a whorehouse or a naked girl photographer again."

"I won't, believe me."

She grinned wickedly. "I know. Because I'm going to fuck you and suck you and keep your cock so worn out you won't be any use to another girl at all."

And damned if she didn't set out to do exactly that. She fondled and teased my prick until she'd given me one hell of a harden. And then she lay back and spread her legs and I poked my cock into that lovely pussy of hers and fucked her until we both exploded and I flooded her cunt with come.

But she wasn't through. She hardly gave me any time to rest at all before she was back at my prick again. With her mouth, this time. And her tongue. The way she went at it she was even better than Babette, and she licked and sucked until I couldn't hold back any longer and she swallowed like mad as I pumped my come in her mouth.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes and I figured this time she was really through. I thought she was going to the bathroom when she got up, but then I heard her calling to me from downstairs.

"Marty?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you like best-raspberry, peach, apple, grape or blackberry?"

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