That statement may be debatable, but it was of cornerstone importance to the framers of the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America. To them, it was a "self-evident truth." As such, it became one of the principles upon which the very life and existence of our country has always been based. If it is now open to question, it naturally follows that the entire future of our country must be in question, too.
But whatever questions we ask, and whatever debate we enter into, the fact remains that this country simply cannot continue to operate without full equality. And, in the very near future, this statement may apply to the entire world as well.
One man who thought so was the late Rudolph Dreikurs, an internationally known psychiatrist, author, and teacher before he died last May at the age of 75. The writer of many books on child psychology and training, Dreikurs was also the founder of the Adler Institute in Chicago and the Community Child Guidance Center. Among his perceptive and far-ranging statements on the evolution of our society, the following stands out:
"Only as equals can people live harmoniously with each other. This fact, though evident in many historically significant instances, has not yet received scientific validation and, therefore, has escaped the attention of most sophisticated and scientifically-minded people.
"As a consequence, most people fail to recognize the nature of our present dilemma, which results from a social democratic trend which has brought about a state of equality, not only among nations and races, but also between the sexes and generations. Failing to see the impact of the new equality, people naturally cannot find solutions to the problems that it poses. What is needed is for us to learn how to live together as equals. We in the United States have developed more equality among individuals regardless of race, creed, sex, and age; but we do not know what equality means. We are so deeply steeped in the traditional autocratic trends that we cannot perceive our inability to overpower and control each other.
"The development of social equality does not always keep pace with political equality. Some of the oldest democracies in Europe cannot perceive women as equals, and children even less so. These nations still preserve the traditional masculine superiority in the family and in the community, and consequently have far less difficulty with their children and more stability in their marital relationships.
"The struggle within the family mirrors the conflict on the national and international scene. Everywhere we find a vain attempt to gain superiority and dominance out of fear of being dominated and suppressed. The similarity between the interactions of major powers and a quarreling husband and wife are remarkable. In both cases, the two sides simply have not recognized their equals, in mutual respect. Each tries to intimidate the other, because fear was the means used through the centuries to induce conformity, which meant submission. At the same time, each is afraid of the other."
If we accept this thesis, it is obvious that an objective equality is already here; it is up to us to recognize it subjectively and learn to live with it. The most cursory glance at the world around us is enough to convince us that we have yet to do so-and it is possible and profitable to draw examples from fiction as well as fact.
Slave Mistress by John Racine is an excellent fictional example. This new novel from the typewriter of one of the fast-rising stars in our literary galaxy is about Monica Jordan, a young girl with a very mixed heritage. Monica is the child of an ultra-conservative father and a much more liberal and innately hot-blooded mother. With these diametrically opposite factors warring in her own makeup, Monica is confused. Certainly she wants equality and is striving to achieve it, but equally certainly she would be hard put to find a name for exactly what it is she is seeking.
And, in the strictest sense of the word, Monica does become a slave-a slave to her own desires as well as to the men who think they own her just because they employ her and pay her salary. Slave Mistress is the story of her struggle to achieve a modicum of freedom, dignity, equality ... and happiness. It is a perfect illustration of Rudolf Dreikurs' argument, and should show all of us what an elusive thing equality is. It exists, of course-but where is it, and how soon will we all be able to reap its harvest and enjoy its benefits?
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Go ahead, touch it," Art said, looking down between his legs.
His erect penis had a magnet-like effect on Monica. She was drawn to it, pulled to it, fascinated with it. She had never seen a man's cock before, only in pictures. She hadn't imagined it to be so big, so thick. She wanted to touch it but she was afraid.
Art held his organ straight up, so the tip of it touched the steering wheel. He spread his legs and adjusted the sound of the stereo tape player with his left hand. "It won't bite," he whispered, winking at Monica.
They had been on a date and had driven to a secluded spot in the country, along with about twenty other cars which now were parked alongside the road, nestled in the dark trees. It was a quiet place ... a romantic place ... a place for sex.
They kissed for a few minutes. Art let his tongue move down and lick Monica's chin, then he sucked it, which really turned her on. She started to moan and to sigh, and he moved around to her ear and kissed her there, running his tongue around the rim. Then she did the same to him, exhaling her warm breath in a slow delicate stream of excitement. Art's cock went rigid in his pants.
Monica loved the rough feel of his adolescent beard. She liked the force of his arm around her shoulder, the pressure of her hand wedged tightly between her shapely young legs. She liked the feel of his body near hers, the sound of his breathing, the charged atmosphere of the locked little automobile. But she was still afraid. Monica was yet a virgin.
Monica Jordan was still a virgin, but she was learning. Anyone who ever kissed her realized she had a natural aptitude for love. And now Art Roundtree wanted to see just how far this aptitude would take her-he wanted her virginity more than anything in the world.
He couldn't wait any longer. He reached over and grabbed her hand and placed it around the fat shaft of his hot cock. Monica trembled, but she didn't pull away. She felt it-so warm, so hard and yet so soft!-and held onto it as he moaned and squirmed in the seat.
Art drove his hand as far between her legs as he could, into the damp dark place there. "Honey, I want you," he whispered. Monica put her head on his shoulder. "Baby," Art said, "you're driving me crazy!"
Monica wanted him too, but it wasn't happening the way she had hoped or dreamed. Here they were, cramped in the front seat of his car, not in a bed, not on a carpeted floor with a fire burning nearby. In a car. She didn't want it that way. She thought for a moment about going out onto the ground-but it was damp and wet and dangerous. This wasn't what she wanted at all. And though she loved the feel of his manhood between her fingers, she released his throbbing cock and pulled back into the passenger seat.
"What?" Art asked, surprised.
"I can't. Not tonight," Monica said softly.
Art blew up. He had been building to this point, hoping for it for a long time, and now it was ruined because of some stupid whim of hers. "You're nothing but a goddamn tease! An honest Cajun whore is noble next to a cunt like you." He stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped them up. "The cheapest thing a girl can do is to promise everything and give nothing."
Monica was almost in tears. She couldn't stand him yelling at her, she didn't deserve it. She wanted to give herself to this guy, wholeheartedly. She had changed, she had finally overcome her fears and frustrations, and she was ready for the fuck of her life. But she wanted it to be in the right place at the right time. Art was the right guy, but the setting was wrong. The timing was off.
"Art, listen, don't you think I want to do it? Don't you think I dream about it at night? I used to try to imagine what it looked like ... " She pointed to his penis, still hard in his pants. "But not in a car, not out here."
Art was silent for a moment. Then Monica moved her fingers over his neck and through his hair. He smiled and apologized. "I'm sorry for shouting. You just don't know what an unsatisfied hard on can do to a guy!"
"I guess women have better control than men. I'm so hot myself ... " Monica mumbled.
Art grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth, shoving his tongue almost down her throat. She held him, pulled his hair, and felt the heat in her thighs, the warm wonderful twitching deep in her pussy that told her she wanted his cock in there as much as he wanted to put it in there.
Monica's fingers worked themselves down to his zipper and she opened it easily. In a second she had his cock out, in her hand again, moving the skin up and down as it swelled beneath her touch. She'd read about masturbation-how guys did it with their hand around their organ-in a book her father had, and she remembered now what it said:
... grasping the penis in hand, most men rapidly move the skin of the organ up and down, stimulating the tip or the glands with each stroke. This also causes the testicles to move up and down, sending ripples of excitement through the man's body.
She instinctively did the right thing. She looked down and watched as she tightened her grip on his cock and moved it up and down, first with staccato jerks, but then with a smooth rhythm.
"Am I doing good?" she whispered.
Art's eyes were closed in ecstasy. He began to open his belt and unfasten the top of his pants. "Oh, Monica, my cock never felt so good."
Monica worked her hand up and down as Art slipped his pants down to his knees. He wasn't wearing any underwear, which excited Monica for some strange reason. She saw the big sac under his cock, and yes, just as the book said, it lifted and fell with each stroke of her hand.
"Oh, don't stop, don't stop," Art moaned over and over, thrashing his head on the back of the seat. He moved one hand between her legs again and held tightly to the steering wheel with the other. He knew he could come at any moment, but he wanted to hold off as long as he could.
"It's so big, it's so beautiful," Monica said, watching intently as the purplish mushroom head began to swell even more. Then she saw something wet and glistening on the tip and it made her hand slide easier.
"I'm going to come, baby," Art said, thrusting his hips off the seat. "Reach under my ass, grab my balls with your other hand," he ordered.
Monica reached under his sweating ass and took his massive balls in her hand. She held them, pulling on them just slightly, as he let out a shout and held his breath. His cock jerked and began to spray the car with semen! It shot out like fire from a cannon! Gobs of thick white cum covered the steering wheel, the ceiling of the car, Monica's hand and blouse and cheek. Still, she kept beating his penis till the last drop of semen had dribbled down over her fingers. Then she pulled her hand out from under him and Art sank into the seat.
He opened his eyes and whispered, "Thank you," then kissed her again. He was exhausted, spent. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his cock clean as Monica watched in fascinated silence. But it did not soften. It remained rigid and hard and ready.
Monica leaned back against the door of the car, spreading her legs in front of him. She wanted him to do the same to her, to make her come with his hand. She unbuttoned her blouse all the way and her young, free, hard breasts were exposed in the soft moonlight. Art gasped and immediately took one in his mouth, chewing on the nipple till she had to beg him to stop. It hurt-but she let him do it again, to the other one, almost enjoying the painful sensation.
Then he lifted her miniskirt and rubbed his fingers up and down the lips of her cunt, through the nylon panties. He was slow. And the ecstatic pleasure was increased because of it. His fingers moved with a spider's touch on her mound of love. Then he lifted her panties, putting both of his hands on the leg openings, and ripped them open!
"Art!" Monica exclaimed, shocked!
"I'll buy you a new pair," Art mumbled, pulling the ripped garment from her body. He opened the glove compartment and stuffed them in. Then, without a word, he slipped his fingers between her legs and pressed against her hot naked pussy.
Monica wanted to respond to his outrageous act, to tell him to drive her home, but she was lost in a sea of pleasure. It was different, so different, when another person placed a hand where your own had always been. It was so much more exciting to be masturbated by someone else! She heaved her breasts and rotated her hips gracefully under Art's touch.
"Go ahead, put your fingers in me," she said.
"I'm gonna finger-fuck you crazy, Monica," Art said clearly, then shoved two fingers into her pussy. The lips spread easily and his fingers moved with her natural lubrication. Suddenly, he thrust his long fingers as fast and as far into her as they would go.
Monica felt a surge of pain within her, but she couldn't deny the maddening pleasure that went with it. He pulled out and shoved in again, and again, and again. He was finger-fucking her now, harder than she had ever done it to herself, and she felt something very wet between her legs.
She looked down to see a thin stream of blood on her white thighs. She cried out and shivered.
"It's all right, it's all right," Art whispered, pulling out his handkerchief. He wiped her pussy and kept the handkerchief pressed to her vulva. "It'll make it easier when I put my big cock in there."
Monica feared he meant he was going to do it right then, but he sat up and put his penis back into his pants. Then he looked at her with a serious look on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes;" Monica smiled, "I was just frightened to see that. I knew it would happen, but it still shocked me."
"I want to fuck you, Monica. Very soon. You just say where and when, and I'll be there with the biggest erection you've ever seen. And I'll be gentle."
She believed him. She trusted him. She kissed him and held him close to her naked breasts. "Yes," she whispered, "very soon."
He drove her back to Kenner.
* * *
For the following two weeks, Monica lived quietly. She felt "down in the dumps" for some reason, dull. Art phoned her many times, but she had made excuses to keep from seeing him. Why? She wasn't exactly sure.
With the pain gone from her ruptured hymen, all the old burning passions were revived. Her nights were again sleepless and filled with lascivious dreams and longings. She would dream of Art's cock and would see it shooting off, covering her with its white gift. Such dreams might have satisfied another hot Cajun girl, but not Monica. She was too sensual and earthy a female and her father's conservative blood was overbalanced by the hot French infiltration from her mother's side.
So when Art telephoned Monica that he desired to take her to the TV engineers' party at the El Rancho Country Club, she was more than just willing to go. Somehow, she felt that night might symbolize her sexual freedom.
Monica moaned lazily in her bath enveloped in a steaming aura of bath oil. She arose from the bathtub and fondled her luscious sleek figure. Her fingers played upon her intimate organs delicately and she stopped regretfully. Tonight they would be united and caressed in nature's own beautiful way. What right had she to stimulate herself artificially? How could this compare to the actual masculine contact?
She rubbed herself with the large towel and admired her shapely olive-creamed flesh with growing customary delight. What loveliness her mirror reflected. Tonight her beauty was doubly precious because it would contribute to Art's desires as well as her own.
Monica took the huge powder puff and dipped it into the lightly scented white powder, then ran its feathery touch over her figure. It was a luxurious feeling, a good feeling. The puff tickled her caressingly as she worked it carefully between her deep-clefted rounded breasts.
She put on a pair of mini-panties with fancy lace hems. Then she wiggled into a tight evening dress, long and tapered with butterfly sleeves and a plunging neckline which served her breasts well. Her buttocks and hips rounded smoothly behind her. She chose high-heeled platform shoes and a simple thick sparkling bracelet.
Her vitally alive and gleaming long hair, black as a bayou night, was tied up in a delicious sweeping mass, with beautiful ringlets resting on the nape of her creamy neck.
As she checked the contents of her small handbag, the doorbell chimed. She opened the door and stood there, smiling a teasing smile. Art looked at her, stunned. And Monica started to realize the power she held over men.
* * *
The El Rancho Country Club was swinging-music, drinks, noise, people. Art escorted Monica through the crowd, introducing her to his friends. Then a secretary poked a cocktail under Monica's nose. She smiled, sipped, and giggled. Then the secretary whispered something into Monica's ear and she pulled back, startled, and then smiled again.
The honey-crowned sex kitten slowly tilted Monica's smooth chin, then quickly but firmly planted a passionate kiss full upon her lush lips.
Art playfully booed and hissed. The burly station manager was standing nearby. He broke up in a fit of laughter. A New Orleans jazz band suddenly blared out with No Hangup at All. Art gave Monica just enough seconds to return the kiss, then whirled his beautiful partner out onto the dance floor. She seemed to dissolve in his arms. They danced onto the center of the floor, their arms locked about each other, insensible to the world going on around them.
Later that night, Art and Monica teamed up with Rick Dodson, a popular TV announcer in the New Orleans metropolitan area and his darling redhead girl friend-Donna Dupree, an exotic strip dancer, whose name flashed in multicolored neon over the most exclusive night stop in the French Quarter.
Soon, the two couples were soon roaring along the Metro Expressway toward the notorious CoonKnot Inn. Rick was driving with Donna leaning against him. Monica and Art sat in the back seat wrapped in each other's arms. Rick drove with one arm and the other greedily fondling Donna's almost exposed delicious breasts. He grumbled cheerfully about having to chauffeur, but didn't look over his shoulder. Driving with one hand and playing with Donna's rosy erect nipples at the same time was job enough, because Donna was all female and erotically playful.
The gulf coast breeze roared by and the V-8 engine droned hypnotically in Monica's ears as Art's lips blended with hers-long, moist, lingering kisses. Their lips seemed glued. Their wet tongues clashed and an electronic impulse tingled through them. The sedan came to an abrupt and screeching halt on the blacktop parking area as Rick applied the brakes with youthful exuberance.
The two couples piled out of the Olds and were swept into the infamous Coon Knot Inn by other seekers of erotic excitement. A myriad of tables covered with shiny, hard surface tops, dim multi-colored lights hanging from the low ceilings, almost nude waitresses scurrying to and fro, bearing drink-laden trays-red, red, red-the color of love.
They were finally escorted to a table in a corner, where they had a fair view of the dance floor which was packed with varied-type couples. Apparent lesbians slowly dancing with their girl friends, male homos with their shaggy-haired boyfriends, and the usual assortment of male/female couples.
Their drinks arrived and they sat there sipping them, toasting one another to a good season in the TV broadcasting industry. The liquor added to their amorous desires. Donna leaned forward and her curving full breasts sprung loose from the extremely low-cut satin evening gown. Monica giggled, then slowly blushed. Art winked at Rick. Monica took her own sweet time assisting Donna to re-encase the luscious pair of nude breasts. Her fingers played upon the olive-tinted flesh and berry-perked nipples.
Monica certainly possessed a pair of puckering, lush, kissable lips. Donna glanced around and quickly "stole" a delicious kiss from Monica.
The Dixieland bandstand unslung with Concho Superstar, Rick swept Donna onto her feet and out among the dancers. With the next accord, Monica and Art rose to their feet and swung with an old barbaric rhythm that years of pink civilization had failed to atrophy. There they stood, hips weaving-man, woman, and desire. The muted trumpets had a silvery sound, the low ceiling seemed to descend even lower.
Monica's plump shapely buttocks were thrusting forward to meet Art's roll. "Oh, sock it, Art!" And they did, nearly delirious with delight. You could have fenced off one square foot of the dance floor because that was all each couple needed. The Dixieland orchestra swung with every musical beat. They were not too far away from the savage jungle.
Now Monica and Art were standing nearly still. He could feel her shapely breasts with their slender nipples pressing like tiny bayonets against his shirt front, through the unbuttoned folds of his blazer jacket.
The heat of the nightspot produced an indescribable odor as a slight perspiration released the scent Monica used on her flesh and the body smell of the fresh, virginal woman combined with the odor of perfume had a most aphrodisiacal effect.
Art looked down at her and whispered his desire in Monica's ear. She nodded and they danced off the crowded floor and returned to their reserved table.
When Concho Superstar ended, Rick and Donna rejoined Monica and Art. Donna was feeling her heated passions; she leaned down and kissed Art on his lips. Rick chuckled, then stooped over and kissed Monica.
After the two couples were settled down again, Rick slipped Art a motel key. "Number nine, old buddy," said Rick. "Crowded tonight. We've got adjoining cabins. Ours is number ten. Only a thin door inside and between. When you two catch up, stick your heads in and well teach you some tricks about erotica."
"Yeah, pal," Art laughed. "Some fun!"
As Art assisted Monica up from her chair, Donna winked and remarked, "Take it easy, you two. You'll enjoy your thing much better. You might even make it last and last."
Monica blushed, but grinned wickedly across her red lush lips.
* * *
The double row of motel courts were located directly behind the expansive Coon Knot Inn. Once inside the double number nine and ten, Art locked the door they had just entered. Rick had left them part of a fifth of Scotch, along with glasses and crushed ice.
"I'll pour you a tall one," Art said, his hands trembling in anticipation.
Monica tried to relax-she had felt extremely daring this evening, kissing, hugging, acting suggestive. No one would have imagined the girl to still be a virgin! But now, faced with the proximity of what was to happen, she worried, and yet she couldn't wait. She was glad they were alone. She didn't want another couple watching as she gave her body to a man for the first time.
Monica strolled across the room to the queen-sized bed, turned down the three-way table lamp, and then slowly began undressing. She figured the best thing to do would be to turn her head off-to blot out the fears and yield herself up to pleasure.
When Art turned to her, drink in hand, he froze on the spot. He nervously placed the tall glass atop the nearby night stand. Monica stood shyly before him, totally nude. The lamp cast a golden shadow over her lovely body. She moved her hand up to remove the silver clasp from her soft mass of thick long hair. The long tresses came tumbling down, lusciously draping her fleshy shoulders and upper backside. Nothing could stop Art from kissing her. His craving mouth sealed itself over her soft lips. Monica began unbuttoning his shirt ...
In a few moments he stood in his jockey shorts, facing her. She looked down to see the fullness in the white crotch. Then she did something she hadn't expected herself to do-she fell to her knees and hugged the lower part of his body to her. Her cheek pressed against his swelling cock, and she grasped the cheeks of his ass with her hands. She held him tight, her hard nipples brushing against his hairy strong legs. He ran his hands through her hair and felt his cock hardening under the pressure of her head.
Monica pulled her face back and looked at his shorts. She-could see the outline of his cock, standing sideways along his hip, almost protruding from the soft cotton material. She brought her lips forward and kissed him there, on his thick penis, through the material. Then she wrapped her lips around the swelling and blew hot air through his shorts till the tip of his cock burned,
"Oh Jesus, Monica," Art muttered, hardly able to stand up. He felt weak all over, and his head was light and filled with passion. She kept her lips on his cock till he thought he'd fall over.
"I want to see it," Monica whispered, tugging at the elastic band. His jockey shorts came down to reveal a thicket of dark hair and the same huge cock she had touched a few weeks before. It looked even more beautiful now, even more full and thick. She stared at it and then kissed the tip.
"Take it, honey, please," Art begged, and Monica let the tip of his penis slide into her mouth. She held it there for a moment, and then took more as he sighed, watching her lips fit around his giant organ. Monica pulled back. She wanted to learn how, but she was afraid she would bite it, and she wanted something else more than that right now.
She stood up. "I want to learn to suck it," Monica said, coyly.
"I'll teach you, private lessons," Art kidded as the tip of his organ pressed up against her belly. They kissed again and again and finally tumbled onto the white sheets. Art's head moved between her beautiful breasts. He could feel her heart flutter and he sensed a feeling awe-this is what he had dreamed about, desired for so long. It had been his masturbation fantasy, and suddenly it was becoming true. No more beating off for him-now he had the real thing!
His emotions told him to go easy. He ran his fingers up and down her sides like a sculptor modeling clay. She shuddered beneath his touch. He kissed her lips, her neck, her delicious breasts. His lips bit down easy on the rocklike nipples. Then he buried his fingers in the soft downy hair between her thighs.
He tenderly caressed the lips of her pussy, parting them gently, as she moaned, "Oh yes, please ... "
His finger entered and probed until he located her little hard clitoris. It stood erect quivering for aggressive titillation. Art felt his finger warm as the wet feminine juices began to flow. He knew she was ready to be fucked, not only by his finger, but by his cock. He shoved his finger as far up her as it could go-then he pulled it out.
He put his cock into position. The tip touched her pussy lips and she gasped. She knew this was it, this was the moment she had feared and hoped for, the moment of supreme pain and passion. "Fuck me, Art," she said clearly, her eyes inviting him, ordering him.
Art plunged his cock into her virgin cunt! She felt it enter and then everything seemed to go black as a surge of pain ran through her-her pussy felt numb, filled to the bursting point. But in a moment, she was calm again and the pain was turning to pleasure. Art didn't move a muscle. He let her pussy get used to the invading member, letting the walls of her cunt learn to clasp and hug his cock till it filled her body with cum.
She opened her eyes and smiled-again, that inviting, commanding look. He pulled his hips back and thrust his cock all the way up her again. She thought she'd die of pain, but again it disappeared and in its place was a magic feeling of excitement and fulfillment.
Art only had been in her a minute and he was ready to come-he knew there would be no holding it back. Her pussy was the tightest thing he'd ever been in, and his cock was being caressed by hot hungry wet walls. Even the thought in his head-that he was fucking this beautiful virgin girl for the first time in her life-was enough to cause him to have an orgasm.
"I'm COMING!" Art yelled, shattering the silence of the motel room. He plunged down, collapsing on top of her, letting his cream fill her body.
"Oh, my God," Monica whispered as she felt the hot burning surge of male liquid deep within her. She could feel it running down the length of his cock, seeping out around the lips of her cunt, dribbling down his balls onto her asshole. She moaned and then began to cry. He licked and kissed the tears from her face.
She lay flat on her back as he pulled his cock slowly out of her. Then he got a wet towel from the bathroom and cleansed her. There had been little blood, and he wiped up what was there. The cool towel felt good, somehow exciting, and then she sat up and looked down at his half-hard cock and took it in her hand. "It was incredible," she said, staring into his eyes.
"I know," Art replied.
"Come, lay next to me," she said. He jumped into bed and they relaxed. His strong cock rested limp against his thigh and she touched it with her fingers, playing with it as they rested. He put his hands up under his head, still feeling famished from the wondrous climax he had reached.
"Your pussy hurt?" he asked, touching it lightly with his fingers.
"Not as much as I'd expected," she murmured and kissed him on the cheek.
Then both heads turned to the door separating the two rooms. They heard a voice-Donna was calling out Rick's name over and over, in rising excitement. Monica turned to Art and giggled. What was going on in there?
"Shall we take a peek?" Art asked. Monica nodded. And together they went to the door, opened it, and stood there, Monica peering over Art's shoulder, into the room beyond.
Rick was kneeling at the side of the bed. Donna was lying flat on the bed, her legs spread wide, her breasts heaving on her body. Rick's head was buried between her thighs, lapping her cunt like a puppy dog!
"Tongue me, Rick baby," Donna stuttered.
Rick's hands held her legs apart. Monica could see his long cock standing up between his legs, rubbing against the side of the bed. He and Donna remained oblivious to their audience-they were too excited to notice the two people in the doorway.
Art reached around to play with Monica's breasts as she brought her hands around his body to touch his now erect cock. Rick and Donna kept at it. Donna called out in passion and Rick slammed his head against her cunt so hard, Monica was surprised his face didn't disappear up the girl's open pussy!
"Faster, Rick! Fuck me with your tongue!" Donna slammed her fists into the mattress.
Rick moaned and ate her cunt as fast and hard as he could. His entire face was wet with her fluids, wet with his perspiration. Then Donna thrashed around on the bed as she reached a climax under his oral manipulations. Monica and Art stood there in shocked excitement.
Suddenly, as Donna's sighs softened, Rick turned to look at the two people in the doorway. His wide eyes were on fire. His face and moustache were wet. His cock was long and hard. He ran across the room and knelt in front of Monica and Art. Then, quickly, he took Art's cock into his mouth and started sucking on it. And at the same moment he stuffed three fingers up Monica's cunt. Monica, shocked surprised, opened her mouth in a gasp. Then Art kissed her hard and she forgot about her shock and started to groove on the fingers sliding expertly in and out of her.
In a moment, though it seemed longer, Art pulled away and held his breath. He looked down, smashing his hard cock in and out of Rick's young dark face. "I'm gonna come in your mouth, kid," he said in a deep tone. Donna watched from the bed, fascinated. Monica stared in excited fury. Sure enough, Rick's cheeks suddenly bloated as Art called out, shoving his cock halfway down the kid's throat. Art pumped all his semen into Rick's mouth.
Then a strange and terribly exciting thing happened. Art pulled his cock out of Rick's mouth and Art said, "Give Monica a great big sloppy kiss."
Rick brought his face to Monica's, his cock pressing against her belly. He held her to him and then pressed his lips to hers. He opened them and kissed her-and to her great shock her mouth suddenly filled with hot, warm thick liquid. Rick had saved Art's cum in his mouth and now let it flow into Monica's soft, warm mouth! Monica moaned, trying to pull away, but Rick held to her, with his arms and with, his mouth. She swallowed and swallowed and kissed him passionately.
"Drink my cum," Art said, standing next to her, rubbing both her ass and Rick's ass at the same time.
Rick rubbed his cock up and down her belly, breaking their kiss, closing her eyes. She stared at him and realized what he was going to do-he was going to come all over her stomach! She moved up and down. Donna came over and knelt behind Rick, kissing his ass, reaching between his legs to caress his throbbing balls. Art ran his hand up and down the kid's back. They were all helping Rick reach the orgasm of his life.
Then Rick shouted, "Oh! man!" and his white load shot out all over Monica's belly! Her body was drenched with his cum-it spurted up between her breasts and wet the front of her body down to her knees. Her pussy hair was covered with droplets of white cum, and when he pulled away, Donna started licking his semen off Monica's stomach, and finally licked the girl's pussy clean.
Monica couldn't stand it any longer-she loved it but at the same time she wanted to stop, to rest, to be alone. She let Donna caress her pussy with her lips for a minute more, then she pulled back and hugged Art. Rick lay on the bed, spent and ready for sleep.
Monica looked down at Rick and asked him if it had been good.
"Fantastic," Rick replied.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Mark Spitz?" Monica asked.
"Yeah. And I'm as good a fucker as he is a swimmer." Rick winked and turned over to cuddle a pillow.
"I may find out someday," Monica said, and took Art's hand and walked into the next room. Donna closed the door and in a minute the bed could be heard squeaking from beyond the door. Donna and Rick were at it again!
Art and Monica laughed and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
CHAPTER TWO
She wasn't a virgin any longer. Monica Jordan was a woman now, but there was still an inner yearning. She had been fucked by Art-many times in the past few days-but still satisfaction was not within her. She needed something more, something that would ease the fever in her womb.
She felt herself looking at the flashy, high-fashioned women on the streets of New Orleans, with their swaggering erotic walk and their glances over their shoulders to see if they had attracted any long-haired youthful hippies with big cocks. There was something exciting about these women, Monica felt.
She started reading Masters and Johnson-she thought they were really much too clinical-and Dr. Reuben and others on their theory of libido: sex as a strong motivating power, the real and fundamental reasons for the major portion of man's basic acts. She was progressing from her fear-ridden days of virginity.
She became quite a fucker-a spirited cunt who wanted all of Art's cock, and she got it, to the point that she started draining the virility from him. She wanted to work on him indirectly and bend him to his desire. She would build him up to the lustful point where he would eagerly perform cunnilingus on her like Rick had done on Donna. He had done nothing except fuck her-and she wanted more than that!
It was funny-he had been the experienced one and now she was the one who was wanting more! She had stepped beyond him in a fast time, beyond a good fast fuck, beyond the conventional methods of gratification. She was a thirsty girl and he wasn't quenching that thirst. He still hadn't let her suck his cock, even though she tried everything short of shoving her face down on it and refusing to let up till he pumped off in her mouth.
She needed more. Fast.
* * *
One cloudy warm night, Monica and Art went for a drive out in the countryside, near Lake Pontchartrain. Art parked the car right near the shoreline.
"Give me a kiss, honey," Art said lovingly.
"Eat my pussy."
"What?"
"You heard me!" Monica could hardly believe she had said it-she certainly was being brave.
"Monica, what ... "
"Please, Art, suck my pussy like Rick sucked Donna's. Or I'll call Rick myself and tell him I want him to do a good job on me!"
"No," Art said, jealous. He didn't say another word. He was sweating some, but he obeyed. He started removing Monica's clothing.
With her panties tossed in the back seat, her blouse crumpled behind her, Monica sat naked in the front seat of the car. She reached out and took Art's head in her hands and pillowed it between her breasts, running her fingers through his thick hair. Sexuality was to hold no more secrets for her-Art was going to bury his head between her legs and suck the living hell out of her box!
His hand glided along her fleshy thighs as his lips parted and his tongue came forth to lick her hard nipples. She pushed his head lower and lower, until she could feel his breath on her cunt lips. His tongue licked there, fast, quick. She gasped. The sensation was electric.
But then Art lifted his head and said, "Just a minute ... " and opened the door of the car and got out.
"What the hell?" Monica asked, wondering where he was going.
Art ran around the car and opened the passenger door. "Turn around and lay flat on the seats, and let your legs hang to the ground." Art said, and, with a smile, Monica obeyed. She turned, swinging her feet out the door, and lay back, facing the roof of the car. Her pussy was open, spread, and Art knelt down on the ground, between her white slender legs.
"Oh, Art, eat me," Monica purred inside the car.
"I'm sure gonna suck you dry," Art said, opening her thick pussy lips with his fingers. "I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue, just as if it were my cock!"
Then Art pressed his face to her slit, moved his hands to her thighs, and slid his tongue as far up her pussy as it would go.
"GOD!" Monica screamed, kicking her feet into the air. "Oh Art, it's incredible ... "
Art lapped her pussy hard and fast. He slid his tongue in to find her clit and rubbed it, tickled it, played with it till she was practically in tears. Then he licked her cunt lips again and again, teasing her till she begged him to slide it in again, and he did so, hard darting, searing.
Monica grabbed hold of the steering wheel and accidentally blew the horn! The sound echoed off the water of the lake and Art jerked his head up, startled, but they both started to laugh when they realized what it was. Art's head went back to the girl's wet pussy as she brought her legs up to rest on his shoulder.
"Suck me! SUCK ME!" Monica shouted, grasping her breasts with her hands. She thrashed her head back and forth, bumping her nose on the steering wheel, sweating on the leather seat. But the feeling was one of sheer ecstasy, something she had never experienced before and never dreamed possible.
"Come, Monica, come in my mouth," Art said, and then started fucking her with his tongue as hard as he could. She shivered and thrust her lips up to his mouth and let out a short gasp. Then her entire body started to tremble and her tits went rock-hard. "I'm gonna do it!" she called.
Art smashed his lips against her hairy pussy and stuffed her tongue into her vagina. Then he felt her shudder and his mouth filled with bittersweet fluids and he knew she had made it. He lapped it all up, sucking her as dry as could be, licking her cunt clean even after she had relaxed again on the front seat.
Art stood up. "Hey, how was that?"
Monica couldn't speak. She just told him-with a great big smile-it had been wonderful.
* * *
But that was the last time she was to see Art. A few days later he had been transferred to another job and at the same time she knew her free-wheeling erotic mind would never be satisfied with him. She was bored with him, and realized sex with him could only become dull. She wanted to suck his cock-she was itching to do that-but she figured she'd find another. It was better to break things off. Art was falling in love with her-and she certainly didn't want that kind of relationship. She packed up, moved from New Orleans to Baton Rouge, and left no forwarding address.
Rufus was her boss, the sales manager in the commercial boat-building company where she had found a job, and he was taken with her. "Would you care to accompany me on a few business conferences today, Miss Jordan?" he asked, staring at her not very concealed tits.
"I'm Monica, Mr. Jaspers."
"I'm Rufus, then."
"I'd love to!"
And so they were off. After three boring meetings where the executives did virtually nothing but stare at Rufus Jaspers' secretary, Monica and Rufus were riding home on the expressway. "I'm glad you don't wear a bra," her boss said.
"I like to feel free," Monica said in a Marilyn Monroe voice. "Do you think my skirts are too short?"
Rufus grinned. "Not at all, honey. You have great legs-show 'em off!"
Monica shifted her position, putting her back against the door and lifting one leg onto the seat. Her white panties were exposed to his gaze.
Rufus changed lanes and then took a quick glance between her legs. "What do I have to do to get them panties off you?" he asked.
"Hmmm. Raise my salary." Monica knew what she wanted and she damn well was going to get it.
"That's a possibility," Rufus said, weaving through traffic. "What time is it, doll?"
"Almost five-thirty," she replied.
"Well, no point in going back to the office. Let's go somewhere and enjoy ourselves. Okay?"
"Well, Rufus," Monica said in a teasing tone, "where would you like to go?"
"My place?"
Monica played it cool for a moment, acting like she had to make a terribly difficult decision. She played it for all it was worth. "Well, all ... right ... I ... guess ..."
And they were there in no time.
It was a fancy place, with a private drive and beautiful weeping willow trees-delightfully secluded. The inside had a distinct masculine atmosphere-dark tones, deep reds and browns, suede, leather, wood. On the wall was a picture of Rufus taken in bikini swim trunks in Mexico. It filled Monica with desire. He had a body like a superstar swimmer and she couldn't wait to see it in person. She had been attracted to her thirty-year-old boss from the moment she walked in the office to apply for a job, and she was even more taken with him now. Art had been nothing but a boy when compared to Rufus Jaspers.
"Drink?" Rufus asked.
"Love one."
"Hungry?" Rufus asked.
"Famished."
"Come on in here ... "
They walked into the kitchen, where Rufus took two beautiful steaks out of the refrigerator. "Bought them this morning," he said, seasoning them. Monica made a salad as Rufus cooked the steaks on the indoor grill-and within fifteen minutes they sat down for steak, salad, and imported wine. It was turning out to be quite a night.
* * *
"Dance?" Rufus asked, turning on soft background music in the den.
"Yes, sure," Monica said, feeling a little lightheaded from the wine. She stood up and fell into his arms. There was a lustful glint in his eyes as he slowly unbuttoned three of the slots on her silk blouse.
"I like this song," Monica said.
"What is it?" Rufus mumbled, not really listening.
"I don't know, but I like it."
"Monica, you're too beautiful for words! What the hell brought you into my office?"
"Fate!"
"Fate!" He kissed her lightly on the lips.
Monica giggled, though her cheeks blushed. Rufus nicely swept her into his long hard arms and they danced about the den. She smiled to herself, then gently drew closer. His arm tightened about her curving waist. Monica nestled closer still, her head resting upon her expansive chest and she began to work her thighs against his gently. She next felt something growing slowly against her miniskirt; it seemed to work its throbbing way through the soft material, boring into the juncture of her thighs.
It swelled larger and larger. Rufus groaned, grunted, but continued to dance with Monica rooted to the very spot. He moved both hands to her shoulders, then down to squeeze both her firm jutting breasts. She shivered and cried aloud with passion. Rufus finished unfastening the buttons on her blouse. Monica's hand dropped purposely and gripped the front of his suit trousers.
It was as though her boss sported a concealed baseball bat rather than his sexual organ. Monica gasped with exuberant delight. His wonderful thing was going to be hers and tonight-yes, tonight.
Monica was warming up to him. Rufus was already in the mood to ravish her enriched sexual organs. She twined her arms tightly about his hard neck and began to swing her hips in an oval orbit gently massaging Rufus' inflamed and tumescent organ. His hands descended inevitably and uncontrollably upon her tautly fleshed buttocks and he lifted her to him. All pretense at dancing was tossed to the ding-a-ling hangups.
"Watch this, Monica baby!" Rufus commanded brusquely. As she was led over to the cabinet-model stereo, he swiftly lifted the erotic record from the turnstile and suddenly smashed it into small pieces across his right knee. "No damn record can compare with what I desire from you, steno goddess!"
"May-could I use your bathroom first, Rufus darling?" Monica implored sweetly.
"Sure thing, doll!" he replied, firmly gripping his hardened phallus through his trousers.
Monica giggled teasingly and sexually. "What about your relief, bossman?"
"Hell, babe!" he howled, "I'll piss out in the back yard if my neighbors aren't watching. Through the hall there and turn left. You can't miss it, angel."
When Rufus returned, Monica was reclining once more on the lounge. She had flung her shapely body upon it carelessly and her miniskirt had worked its way up beyond her white thighs and the borders of her jet-black pubic hairs were exposed through the thin stretch of silk panties.
He dimmed all the lights with the exception of one small fluorescent which cast a lascivious red haze over the den.
Monica watched him through a faint reddish mist. Rufus was naked except for a pair of jockey shorts. He bent over her, drawing closer and closer until she could feel his hot breath upon her cheek. He brushed her cheeks, her brow. and her eyelids with his moist lips. Monica pressed her smooth face against his, gently turning to his lips until they both met in a burning, drawn-out kiss. He lowered himself down upon the couch, swinging her body easily above him as though she were a baby.
Rufus cuddled her to him, rocking her in his massive arms. Monica lay on top of him, her yielding exposed breasts pressing against his hairy chest with intoxicating warmth. To his searching hands she was like a bundle of female fire.
Monica lay relaxed and incapable of any motion; she seemed to be in the male clutch of a straining Cajun giant. Apparently Rufus was carried away by hungry passion. They lay together for a minute, then he suddenly arose with her in his muscular arms and carried her into his splendid bedroom.
Monica felt his expert fingers removing her unbuttoned blouse. She was half naked now, and Rufus was calmly unzipping her miniskirt. He tugged it down over her hips, taking the silken panties at the same time. Then he stood in the middle of the room and whipped off his shorts. The longest, thickest cock she'd ever seen fell out. It was almost twice the size of Art's!
"My God," she muttered, staring in utter shock. Then the fears built up and she started shaking, on the verge of tears.
"What's wrong? You're not a virgin, are you?" Rufus asked.
"No, it's the size of your penis ... "
"COCK! Call it my cock," Rufus ordered, taking his cock in his hand.
"Your cock. You'll hurt me!" Monica turned over on the bed and buried her head in the pillows. Then, suddenly, she felt a stinging sensation on her buttocks. SLAP! SLAP! Rufus was hitting her with the flat of his hand.
"Ow, please ... "
"Want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Yes, yes," she cried out.
SLAP! "Then turn over." He stood up. She turned over, looking at him through red eyes.
"It's so big!" she said, gasping at the sight of his now rigid cock.
"Here," he said, taking a ruler out of a drawer, "see for yourself."
Monica took the ruler and held it on top of his cock, measuring it. "Nine and a quarter inches!"
"Sometimes it gets to nine and a half," Rufus added.
"Oh," Monica said, dropping the ruler to the floor as the tip of his enormous cock bounced only inches from her face. She stared at it for a moment, wanting to suck it, but she was afraid it would hurt her throat, so she fell back down slowly, spreading her legs, inviting the mammoth member.
Rufus slowly mounted her. She clasped his long penis with her soft hands and carefully guided it into her moist receptive vaginal opening. It slid in with ease, tightly fitting without room to spare. Monica thought she wouldn't be able to take the last few inches, but they filled her and she gasped and closed her eyes. It felt as if someone had shoved a telephone pole up her cunt!
"Steno baby, you're getting FUCKED!" Rufus shouted as he began battering her with his massive cock.
His incredible organ caused her considerable pain, but it was again a curious mingling of agony and sexual delight.
Rufus pushed his whole nine-plus inches into her twat. He reached around and gripped her buttocks and let a finger rub gently on the hard little opening to her asshole. Then he shoved all his weight down on her body and pressed her into the bed.
She loved it-loved the domination of this hard, hunky man with a cock like a horse! She knew now what it was to be fucked by a real man, not just by a boy who didn't quite know what he was doing. She grinned and looked up into Rufus' eyes, into the eyes of her boss-the guy all the girls in the office dreamed about and masturbated over. But she had him, she, Monica, who had only worked there a week!
"Too much cock for you, Monica?" Rufus asked.
"No, no, not at all ... "
But he pulled it out. She looked at him in surprise. "Rufus, I want you to fuck me! You landed your cock farther than anyone ever has!"
"How many guys you been with?"
Monica turned away shyly and mumbled, "One."
"He have a big cock?"
"He was only a kid."
"Hold on!" And with that Rufus slammed his cock back into her, and Monica's eyes almost bulged. He had taken a rest, a break, and now he was back at work.
"Reach around and grab my nuts," he ordered.
She obeyed, grabbing his testicles and pulling on them gently.
"Hard, pull em hard!"
She took them tight in her hand and pulled. He shivered in pain, then slammed his cock back into her harder than before. She dropped his balls and ran her fingers up his back, scratching the skin with her long nails. Then he started rotating, churning, rubbing the walls of her cunt with his super-sized dick, fucking her like she had never been fucked before.
He felt his orgasm coming, and he knew he could stop again and pull out, but he was too hot this time, too ready for it, and she was beginning and pleading with her eyes. He had to satisfy her and himself at the same time. He worked his massive cock in her a few more strokes till her felt her sighing and gasping and he knew she was reaching her orgasm just before his.
"I'm gonna come! The river's gonna flow!" he shouted, and all of a sudden he dropped his body to hers just as she let out a small scream of pleasure as her orgasm hit.
Her cunt filled to the brim with his deluge. Cum shot from his cock and filled her till it poured out along the base of the shaft and wet the bed. He continued pumping his hips, sliding his cock in and out in the mixture of his cum and her feminine fluids. Liquid fire engulfed them and made them feel complete, happy, satisfied.
He lay on her for a long time, catching his breath, and then the muscles of her young cunt automatically pushed his shrinking prick from its warm wet resting place. It fell to the sheets and rested, softening, relaxing. Rufus rolled over and lay next to her, his head nestled against her beautiful soft breasts. They stayed in that position for almost an hour.
Then Rufus assisted Monica off to the bathroom, and stood watching. Monica didn't know what to do. "I have to pee," she said.
"I know. I want to watch. I love to watch that nice golden stream slide out of your pussy lips, especially after a good fuck. Lots of sperm comes out with it."
Monica was thrilled-another sexual adventure she had never even dreamed about. She sat on the toilet and spread her legs wide. Rufus knelt between her, his hands on her knees. "Piss nice and slow, honey," he begged.
Monica had trouble at first-she was too keyed up. But then a little trickle came, and a few drops of white cum, and then finally a thin yellow stream squirted from her cunt to the silent water below.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Rufus said, watching intently, touching the stream with his fingertips.
When it was over, Monica reached to the toilet paper, but Rufus stopped her. "Let me lick it clean," he said.
She was about to protest, but his face as already between her pussy lips, lapping up the moisture there. She couldn't believe it-and she realized that it excited her a great deal. Then she wondered what it would be like to see a man take a leak.
"Rufus, can I watch you?"
"Sure," he said, standing up. He positioned himself in front of the toilet and she stood next to him. "Here, you hold it and guide it," he said, bringing her hand to his cock. She held it and in a moment it started spurting a good steady stream of male piss and she shook it a little, moving it around the toilet bowl, fascinated. His cock was becoming hard as he pissed, so Monica had to keep pulling it down so the pee wouldn't hit the wall. But soon he was finished and she shook it, as he instructed, till the last drops had fallen into the water. Then Monica flushed the toilet.
They kissed. "You look tired," Rufus said.
"I am," Monica admitted.
"Let's sleep awhile and then fuck again."
"Yes, let's," Monica whispered, and they went to bed.
Around midnight, Monica awoke her boss-lover and amid a few four-letter words he recklessly picked up the phone and called about the latest riverfront weather conditions. Nothing serious enough that required his presence on the company dock scene. Rufus hung up the phone and playfully growled about having been awakened at such a ghastly hour for him.
Monica turned over on her panting belly and softly purred. "Then spank me, my bossman."
He laughed and began feeling for her wonderful buttocks. She whimpered pleadingly and impassionately each time he carefully slapped her fleshy inviting hips. Rufus finally ceased the love spanking and began tickling her spasmodic tender anus. She had a quivering, giggling fit and flipped over to embrace him with a long intimate embrace. Monica smoothed back his rumpled curly hair, brushed his throat with her moist lips, and in the semi-darkness watched his Zeus-sized penis stiffen and rise almost straight up. She thrilled to the angle it sported and with one hand softly traveled its entire length.
"Oh ... ugh, ummm," she murmured lustfully.
Rufus now lay on his left side and encircled the rounded column of her luscious nape with his left arm. He slid his right leg in between both of hers and with his right hand he played upon her aroused clitoris until she hotly experienced a schoolgirl orgasm. His fingers next lovingly fondled the moist-lipped vulva crowning her sweet thighs.
Monica's female orifice opened softly and wider under his stimulation. Rufus was a man who took his expert time, even with beautiful seductive women. His questing fingers gradually worked their way inward until they encountered her clitoris and, under his skillful manipulation, Monica learned the true meaning of "unendurable delight indefinitely prolonged."
She lay there, in almost darkness, quivering under his tense body. When at last her torrid vulva began to become moist and lubricated to his touch, he slowly eased in his erect cock, but this time Rufus did not put it in to stay.
Suddenly, in and completely out he slid its entire length until he began reducing her to a moaning pulp of nude female beauty. Monica wrapped desperate arms about him so to compel his moving organ to stay put, but Rufus had other ideas. His ravishing onslaught continued. Rufus would fully sound her gaping womb, then retract his entire seminal moist penis. She finally began to moan and sob like a child being severely punished.
He abruptly eased his furious actions and she caught her hot, raw breath. Monica tried to mumble regrets, while wiping her puddle of warm tears. As Rufus was about to climb off her slender body, Monica grabbed him to her in a burning embrace. She guided his hands to her plump round buttocks. He took the signal and squeezed her into him.
Their bodies seemed to melt together with the heat of pure animal passion. They fucked furiously, fast, hungrily. Her cunt ached, his cock began to hurt, but they kept it up till they had reached their emotional and physical crisis-the mad tigress and her mate. Rufus pumped his jism into her body silently, with heavy breaths and jerking motions of his cock. Monica took them with delight, feeling her own peak shatter all that was left of her feelings.
They relaxed, still joined together, waiting again for her cuntal muscles to squeeze his cock out-and sure enough, it fell out in another minute. She took his cock in her hand and felt the wetness, the wonder. Then she kissed him and they curled up on the bed.
It was raining outside, but they didn't care. "Will you be at work on time in the morning, Miss Jordan?" Rufus asked playfully.
"Depends on the guy I'm spending the night with," Monica giggled, then closed her eyes.
Things were going fine for her-just fine.
CHAPTER THREE
It greatly amused Monica the following days to watch the style in which Rufus maneuvered himself to erotically play with her whenever they were alone in his office. She would purposely tug at her miniskirt while he was doing his best to rip it off. By mid afternoon of each workday, Monica had learned to shed her panties or playfully endure the hot slaps of her boss-lover's hand across both enticing hips. She was grateful that he never got too far out of hand with things, but kept their fun and amusement running on a watchful sexual manner.
"We'll see, Mister Jaspers," Monica would reply with natural coquetry.
Rufus would wait until his office was emptied of company personnel, then he'd warn: "Bare those luscious mounds in two seconds flat, Monica baby, or you're fired!"
She'd only poke out a slick pink tongue at him and go on typing company reports. Only once in an entire week did she unbutton her blouse and give him a good eyeful of her white voluptuous breasts.
One late cloudy afternoon, Rufus had completed the final sales on three commercial river barges. The company president congratulated Rufus and his sales staff, toasted everybody with a tall iced Scotch drink and announced that he was driving home to his restless, unloved wife. Monica blushed, but Rufus howled with robust laughter.
Shortly after dusk that same day, Monica did her duties and simply observed as her boss-lover mentally chastised the pert, cute, blonde Miss Harper.
"You'll have to type this title over, honey," Rufus bluntly told the nervous, keyed-up blonde. "I'm afraid you are not showing your customary interest in the company here."
Miss Harper bit her lush lip and got up from her desk to extract another blank contract title from the file cabinet.
Monica finished her important accounting work, and then sidled up to Rufus with her swinging walk. "Do you have to be so rough on her? I like Alice, even though she already knows about certain things."
"Those things meaning us," hissed Rufus. He slammed his desk drawer. "Oh, hell, I'm sorry. You know my detailed perfectionism by now." They both glanced across the office and watched Miss Harper trying to insert the contract title into her IBM typewriter. Her quaking shoulders was evidence enough that she was crying. "Damn!" said Rufus, then opened a bottom desk drawer and extracted a fifth of Walker's Black Label. Monica smiled and leaned over him. Her splendid breasts swung out seductively from their confines of the low-cut blouse. Rufus stared in fascination at the lovely, pulse-quickening sight. He finally got up from his desk and procured three glasses from the office icebox and dropped a couple of ice cubes. Monica followed him across the office, cradling the fifth of Scotch.
Miss Harper was typing and dabbing at her tears all in the same movements. Rufus and Monica almost startled her. She would have broke up in a fit of sobs, but Monica snatched a Kleenex tissue from the box on the typist's desk and softly began drying Alice's eyes. Rufus poured up three tall shots of the Scotch.
"I'm usually a jackass about such things, Miss Harper," Rufus smiled, trying to pleasantly toast her renewed efforts. "You've been with the company three years and we don't wish for you to leave, see?"
Alice almost strangled on the strong iced Scotch drink. Monica grinned and patted the girl's backside between her shoulder blades. Alice finally caught her breath. Her cute cheeks turned a bright rosy pink. Another swallow or two and she would be higher than a kite. Rufus winked at Monica, then leaned down and lightly kissed the blonde on her baby lips. Alice gasped with surprise. Before she could recover, Monica leaned over and smacked the girl's lips. Alice almost spilled her drink.
"Take your time," Miss Harper," Rufus chuckled. "I'd like one perfect copy on that third barge sale before you check out for the day, see? However, dear Alice, my heated desires now for Monica might be too erotic for your tastes ... "
Monica suddenly stiffened and cried out: "Oh, damn, Rufus, what on earth! Not-not here in the office, please!"
It was the knowing Miss Harper who cunningly removed her reading glasses, glanced over her slim shoulders, and casually confessed: "Have no fear behind locked office doors, Monica, baby! You haven't felt anything yet! Just wait until your boss-lover's college brother and his ten inches plunge between those delicious thighs. Then, baby, you'll really have something to squeal to the heavens about!" Alice calmly replaced her glasses, took another swallow of her Scotch and began typing.
Monica could not believe her scorched ears. She stared at Rufus, but the look on his face told her Alice had plainly confessed a secret truth. Rufus simply shrugged and remarked, "Hope you aren't too jealous, sweet thing."
Monica tried to cool her emotions. "Who-who gives it the Alice the mostest, boss man, you or your brother?"
He firmly gripped her shoulders. "My studhorse brother. I haven't touched Alice since you were hired and that's a fact!"
"That's a fact, Rufus baby," Alice chirped, taking another swig of her drink. "Actually, you can keep your brother off at school forever. Whee!"
"Easy, Miss Harper," Rufus reminded her. "You've got some expert typing to do, remember?"
Alice giggled mischievously and pulled her curly blonde hair. "Listen, lock the doors and let me get all nice and comfortable so I can do my work."
Rufus locked the doors and drew the blinds as Monica watched Alice begin removing her clothes in a nonchalant manner. In a moment the secretary was completely naked, sitting at her typewriter, displaying her firm pear-shaped breasts and long slender legs and creamy muff and taut nipples.
Suddenly, Alice looked into Monica's wide eyes and asked, "Would you kiss me?"
Monica felt a delicious surge of pleasure run through her body. She walked up to the other girl, bent down and planted a long kiss on her mouth. Alice stood up and pressed her naked body against Monica and the girls kissed in passionate fury.
The lesbian kiss excited Rufus. His long cock hardened in his pants and he rubbed it with his hands. Then he walked up to the girls and played with Alice's naked tits as they continued to kiss.
When Monica finally pulled away, Alice said, "Boy, that was nice! We'll have to get together sometime soon, honey." Then she sat down at her typewriter, one hand on the keys and one hand stuffed up her pussy, and began to work.
"Does she do this often?" Monica asked, holding back laughter.
"Now and then," Rufus replied, slowly easing down his zipper. "Sometimes she hits the keys with her titties. And other times she watches me beat off right onto her breasts. She also likes me to whip her with my plastic ruler. But she often just sits there in erotic pleasure, typing."
Monica brought her fingers to his lips. She had heard enough. She was no longer timid-in fact she was turned on by the situation. She walked over to Rufus' desk. He sat in his executive chair and she straddled his legs. He unbuttoned her blouse and removed it from her shoulders.
He put his mouth to her left nipple and blew on it, then took it in his teeth till she was moaning in pain. He did the same to the other, and they both grew rigid under his touch. Miss Harper typed furiously with one hand, glancing over to the boss and his secretary every so often.
Rufus helped Monica up onto his desk and she closed her legs so he could pull her panties off. In a second they were on the floor. Then he knelt down and kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue up into her box, teasing her clit. Suddenly he pulled out and stood up straight. "Suck my dick, baby," he said, pulling his stiff hard cock out of his pants.
Miss Harper turned and lifted her glasses to get a shot at the boss' cock. She hummed and went back to her typing as Monica took Rufus' cock in her hands and fell to her knees in front of him. Then she moved her beautiful soft lips to the tip of his organ. He slowly pushed forward as her lips fit around the shaft, pushing, pushing, till the head of his cock had hit the back of her throat and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She was being fucked in the face-all she had to do was hold still and keep her lips glued to his cock, her tongue running-up and down its underside, as he moved back and forth. Alice stopped typing and was watching now with both hands stuffed up her cunt. "Suck on it, Monica, give him a good blow job!"
"Type, Miss Harper!" Rufus ordered, "or I'll have Monica spank your sweet rump till you bleed!"
"Fuck," Alice muttered, and the typewriter started pounding.
"Suck, Miss Jordan," her boss ordered, stopping his movements.
Monica started to do the best she could-she pulled back, keeping her lips tight on his organ, sucking slightly with her mouth, using her tongue. She loved the feel of his huge shaft in her mouth, loved the taste of it, the smell of his groin. He was masculine and strong and he towered above her. His pants were open and his shorts were pulled down under his big balls, so she had a good shot at his genital area. She felt his cock hitting the back of her throat as she tried to take all nine inches and she began to choke. "Easy honey," he whispered, "I'm almost there."
She sucked and pulled and brought her hands up to fondle his balls and rub the bottom of his cock. Then she felt the organ swelling in her lips and she knew what was going to happen-she remembered how Dick had taken Art's cum in his mouth. And now she was going to do the same, but she would swallow it and make it part of her.
Alice watched them, masturbating herself with the bud vase on her desk. She was moaning and panting, just as Rufus was, and she came just about the time he did.
"This is it, secretary bitch cunt sucker!" Rufus yelled, pulling Monica's hair tight in his fist.
He held her head steady as he pumped her full of sticky cum. Her cheeks bloated and a dribble of white ran down her chin and fell to her breasts. She almost gagged at first, but she managed to swallow as much of it as she could and she still sucked, pulling on his cock with her tongue and the inside of her mouth. She loved the taste; the bitterness and the sweetness, the warmth and the creaminess. She wanted to stay there, sucking his cock forever. Finally, she pulled her head away and stood up. "You were sensational," Rufus whispered in her ear as he helped button her blouse. He stuffed his cock back in his pants and walked over to Miss Harper, who had resumed her typing. "How are you doing?"
"Fine!"
"Can Monica and I give you a lift?"
"No," she smiled, still sitting there naked, the wet vase now placed near the typewriter, with a rose stuck in it. "I'll stay late and finish up."
Monica just smiled. It had been a crazy, silly and fun-filled day.
* * *
A week later, Monica met the legendary wonder boy ten-inch of the Jaspers' family. Rufus introduced her to Bobo Jaspers, his youthful brother, the college student. He was good-looking, taller than Rufus, but not as heavy. He had dark, long hair and a bulge in his faded jeans, Monica liked him on sight.
"I'd like to shear that crop of hair down a bit, brother," Rufus kidded him.
"Fuck no, man, my hair's all I got!"
"I'll bet!" Monica giggled, staring at his crotch.
The boy blushed slightly, then looked Monica over, stripping her with his eyes. "Why don't we four get together for the weekend?" Bobo asked.
Alice nodded. She'd give anything to share the two brothers, and take a shot at Monica just to top it all off.
Monica agreed. So did Rufus.
It was on!
* * *
Driving along on the way to the Jaspers' hideaway, Monica asked Alice, "Does Bobo really have ten inches?"
"Yes, darling," Alice sighed, "handsome Hercules Bobo is honored with the biggest dick in the South. I didn't believe it at first either, but it's true. I almost fainted when I saw it. You see, I hadn't seen Rufus' either-that nine-inch sausage he calls his cock. Man, I had been with average guys, like six and seven inches at the most. The brothers were quite a new scene for me!"
"I'll bet!" Monica couldn't wait. Her cunt burned just thinking about it.
"Especially when you figure he's only nineteen! He's a baby, for Christ's sake. And what a fuck! You just wouldn't believe it!"
Monica believed it. She believed it very well and very easily. "I get off doing crazy things. Like the bud vase or a Coke bottle or a rubber dick. I like to watch a lot too, and. I'd like to give your pussy a good sucking if you'll let me."
Monica could hardly believe what she was hearing and it excited her. "I'll let you. In fact, I think I'll like it!"
"Good," Alice said, taking her hand as the car sped down the country road. "I'm dying to suck Bobo's ass again too-he really grooves on that. Likes to get finger-fucked too."
Monica just gulped and smiled in anticipation.
When the four finished dining, Bobo and Rufus cleared the table-the gentlemen hosts, playing out a very women's lib arrangement for fun. Monica and Alice mixed drinks, standing near the large French window overlooking the glittering lights of Baton Rouge. Alice ran her fingers lightly over Monica's shoulders.
Monica responded warmly. She was becoming more liberated by the minute. Alice let her fingertips fall down between Monica's breasts and kissed the side of her cheek. In a moment the two girls were in a passionate embrace, their mouths glued together.
Bobo walked in on them. He stood there, silently watching, feeling his cock stirring in his pants. The women didn't respond to him, only to each other. They ran their hands up and down each other's back and ass, then Alice pulled the straps of Monica's dress down till her breasts were hanging full and naked between their bodies.
Bobo grabbed his cock through his pants and held tight. He whistled a little and walked forward. Then he cleared his throat. Monica and Alice turned and smiled.
"Care for a drink?" Alice asked, turning to the little bar again.
"I'd like one of those," Bobo said, pointing to Monica's naked tits.
"You can have either one," Monica said, and Bobo walked up to her and took her right nipple in his mouth and kissed it. Then he reached out and Alice set a highball in his hand.
"Big brother knows how to pick office help," Bobo said, looking at the two girls. "Alice, show me your nice soft ass."
Alice smirked and then started to unbutton her slacks. She pulled them down over her buttocks and then did the same to her panties. Her smooth ass cheeks were exposed in the living room light.
"Rufus!" Bobo called. "Bring me a belt!"
Monica, shivered. Alice looked pleased. She walked to the sofa and leaned over the back, her ass ready to be whipped in their presence. Rufus came into the room, carrying a large brown leather belt.
"My God," Monica said softly, as Rufus put his arm around her. They watched as Bobo readied the belt and then slapped Alice across her buttocks!
Slap!
Slap!
"Wait!" Alice cried. "Let's strip!"
Rufus began taking off his clothes. His half-erect cock stood out in front of him. Monica did the same, peeling her garments away quickly. She kept an eye on Bobo, dying to see his much talked about cock, but he only stripped to his shorts, which bulged in front and fit his ass tightly in back. He had a fantastic body, better than his brother's, although less developed- Monica liked men without big huge rippling muscles, and Bobo fit her interests perfectly.
Alice lay naked over the back of the sofa as Bobo whipped her again and again. She whimpered and pleaded, and the more she cried, the harder he hit!
"Take it, baby! Does it hurt?" Bobo asked. Monica loved watching him-such power, such masculinity, such force. She felt as if she herself were under the hard lashes.
"Oh, please, no more!" Alice called out in a voice which actually begged for more.
"Stick your hands up your cunt and bring yourself off, you little bitch whore!" Rufus said, standing holding his cock in his hands. The scene was getting him very excited.
Alice started playing with herself as the whips hit her backside, bringing red marks to the soft skin of her buttocks.
"My God," Monica breathed, watching Alice, and then looking at the tight-fitting shorts on tanned Bobo's body. She wanted to pull them off.
Suddenly Alice screamed and her body was wracked with happy convulsions as her orgasm hit. She slumped down on the couch and Bobo stopped whipping her. Just as he dropped the belt to the floor, Monica, in a burst of uncontrolled passion, fell to her knees and pulled down his shorts. His hard cock fell forward and all ten inches bobbed in the air. She had never seen anything like it in her life. She gasped, almost afraid to touch it. It was perfectly shaped with a big mushroom head, a long thick shaft which disappeared into the thickest pubic hair ever, and huge balls which hung far down between his young legs.
She took it in her mouth and sucked half of it down into her throat. Then she pulled off and pressed her head to his thighs so his cock lay on her shoulder, covered with her hair.
Bobo picked Monica up and carried her off to the bedroom without a word. He kicked the door shut and dropped her on the bed. Then he stood there, with his hands on his hips, looking down at her.
"My God, it's so big ... " Monica mumbled, staring up at his penis. She reached up and touched it.
"Jerk me off," Bobo ordered.
"But I want to get fucked!" Monica retorted.
"Jerk me off or I'll whip you like Alice. I'll fuck you, don't worry. I can come ten times in a night if I have to."
"It's so big," she said again and started playing with his cock, reaching up from the bed to fondle his balls and tickle his asshole. Then she remembered what Alice had said about his ass-that he liked to have it sucked.
"Turn around," Monica ordered. She was scared, but she was also very excited. She wanted to try something new.
Bobo turned around, his ass facing her. She knelt on the bed and put her hands on his ass cheeks. "Play with your cock a little," she said, as she brought her head close to the crack of his ass. "And bend over."
Bobo bent over, insane with lust now that he knew what she was going to do.
She stared at the opening-it was pink and surrounded with dark hair. She brought her lips forward, just as if she were kissing his mouth, and planted a nice wet kiss directly on his anal opening.
"Holy Fuck!" Bobo said, beating his meat furiously. Monica didn't stop-she licked his asshole, savoring the bitter taste, the heated sweat of his manhood, then darted her tongue in and out of his asshole as much as she could. He shook in pleasure and moaned, "Eat me, suck my asshole good, baby doll!"
Suddenly he turned around and she could see his cock was at the bursting point-she knelt in front of it, licking just the tip as his hand continued to beat him off. "Quick, put your hands around me, stick a finger up my ass!" Bobo shouted.
Monica grabbed his buttocks and stuck the middle finger of her right hand up his wet asshole. It locked into place with his sphincter muscles which felt hot and rubbery. Then he shoved his cock into her mouth, all the way into her throat, and shouted, "WIGGLE YOUR FINGER IN MY ASSHOLE!"
Monica wiggled her finger.
Bobo came!
His cum shot its stream into her throat, pushing its thick wet way down her throat without even a swallow. It gushed up around her tongue and bloated her cheeks. It tasted sweet, and warm and wonderful. Monica sucked on it as if it were her last bit of nourishment. She ate every drop, drank every sip of his fluid. Still his cock remained rigid, hard, strong.
Finally he pulled out and she removed her finger from his asshole. "I like things stuck up my asshole sometimes," Bobo said. "My roommate in college taught me that. He used to fuck himself with a Coke bottle every time he beat off. Sometimes we'd watch each other, sticking all kinds of things up our asses. But there's nothing like a chick's finger."
Monica smiled, happy to have given him that pleasure. Now it was her turn-her time to have something stuck up her ass.
"Turn over and spread your legs. I won't hurt you," Bob said.
"Your cock is too big! It won't go up my ass! Nothing's ever been up my ... "
"Hold on," Bobo said to the scared girl. "I'm only going to finger-fuck you. I'm saving my cock for your hungry pussy. Rufus says you're the greatest fuck in the whole South. But I wanna warm you up with a little anal action first."
"Oh," Monica breathed, relieved, and turned over. She spread her legs and Bobo stuffed a pillow under her abdomen, so her asshole was lifted and her pussy was also visible from between her legs. Then he rubbed her virginal anal opening with his fingers.
"Would you kiss me there?" Monica asked.
"With pleasure, babe," Bobo said, and brought his lips to her ass cheeks. He started by giving her little kisses all around the small of her back and between her thighs. Then he worked up, his tongue lapping like a dog, until he found the tight dark spot and planted his lips to it. He kissed her and ate her ass as hard as he could, sucking with all his might as she cooed and moaned on the soft bed.
He worked his face down to her cunt and licked between the soft thick lips. Her pussy was on fire, quivering and secreting. Then he kissed her asshole again and put his finger on the wet place.
"Oh, yes, put it in!" Monica said clearly.
"Relax now and it won't hurt," the big-cocked Bobo said, spreading her ass cheeks with one hand as he pressed his finger to the opening. He applied more saliva and pushed his finger into the first knuckle.
"Oh, wow," Monica moaned.
"Hold on," Bobo said as he slid more and more of his finger into her-until he could push no more. Her virgin ass canal tightened itself around his finger as shivers of excitement ran through her body. Her cunt burned and her hard breasts pushed against the bed.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass now," Bobo said, shoving his finger in and out of her ass, pulling on his huge cock at the same time with the other hand.
Monica was in ecstasy, kicking her legs into the air, grinding her cunt into the pillow, biting the mattress with her teeth. His finger massaged her rectal cavity till it burned with a pleasure she had never known.
Then, at the height of her passion, he pulled his finger out, turned her over, and mounted her like a stallion!
"Jesus, you'll tear me open!" she screamed.
"HOLD ON!" Bobo shouted, shoving his cock all the way into her body-shoving his ten beautiful inches of hard manhood all the way up her wet pussy.
Bobo grabbed her ankles and lifted them over her head and looked down to see his cock pulling out of her cunt. Just as the head reached her cuntal lips, he shoved his hips forward and all ten inches disappeared into her. He showed her no mercy. Her legs were in an awkward position, her ass was lifted on the pillow, her cunt ripping open with the huge invading rod between its lips.
"How's this for a fuck?" Bobo laughed.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Monica moaned in the most delightful pain she had ever felt. She loved every moment of it, every painful filling inch of it.
"Arrrrrrrgh!" she moaned as he slammed into her with full force. He was a young stallion mounting the mare. He had a cock that would choke a horse and he certainly was choking her cunt now. She couldn't stand it anymore-his movements were drawing her to a climax.
But then he stopped. He dropped her legs and braced himself with his hands. He looked down at her, his cock welded into her cunt, and grinned. "Feel all that inside you?" he asked.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered, hoping he would start pounding again soon. But Bobo just looked at her, not moving a muscle. His cock remained rigid, filling her. She could feel his balls hanging against the bottom of her pussy and against her asshole. But he wouldn't move.
"Please, fuck me," Monica said, looking up at him. It was driving her mad-he wouldn't move, she was pinned to the bed!
"You fuck me!" Bobo said.
"What?"
"You make yourself come. You move on my cock and bring yourself off or I'll keep my cock in you forever!" His voice was strong, almost sadistic.
Monica smiled but then she realized it. Her mind burned at the thought-she wanted to kill him, but she also wanted to reach a climax. She had never known such a position-physically as well as emotionally. Here she was pinned to the bed by a monster penis, and at the same time she was ordered to work her body up and down that penetrating shaft, to fuck him, to bring herself to the tip of her feminine experience.
"Oh Jesus," Monica moaned as she jiggled her body on the bed. She pushed her ass down into the mattress and then bounced, causing his cock to slide a little in her cunt. She moved sideways, moving her body any way it would go, trying to feel movement in her pussy. Then she started using her muscles, her inner muscles, the muscles in her cunt. She felt her clit moving against his hard hot cock and she grasped his masculine shoulders and dug her nails in. He stared at her in sadistic pleasure.
Just then the door opened. Alice and Rufus entered and stood at the side of the bed. Monica was oblivious to their presence.
"He's up to his tricks again," Rufus said.
"I'll bet he's had it in her half an hour and hasn't moved!" Alice added, watching Monica furiously trying to bring herself to a climax.
"Kid brother with the wonder dong has done it again!" Alice said gleefully.
"Has it been out of her even once?" Rufus asked his brother, who was watching the girl under him in only semi-interested fashion. He nodded and then shook his head.
Alice and Rufus began to help-they massaged Monica's breasts and rubbed their fingers around her cunt lips, along the base of Bobo's big cock. Then Rufus put his cock next to Monica's face, kneeling on the bed, and let the tip rub against her forehead, moving it down till she was forced to take it in her mouth. She sucked on it as she ground her body onto Bobo's still prick. And then, with the dick in her throat and sweat over her body, she shoved her ass up as hard as she could and she brought herself to her peak-stars appeared in her head as she let her body drop into the bed, shivering with delight, happy with ecstasy.
Rufus still pumped into her mouth and then came easily, filling her throat, making her swallow. Then, just as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, Bobo pulled his cock out of her cunt and took it in one hand. "Watch!" he said.
Rufus turned, Alice came in close, and Monica lifted her head. Bobo's huge organ burst in front of them, covering Monica's wet body with his sperm. He shot between her breasts, over her belly and cunt, and continued pumping himself till there was no more. Then he fell backward on the bed, kicking his feet in the air, letting them drop to either side of her. Rufus and Alice licked the cum off Monica-Rufus cleansed her breasts and Alice took care of her stomach and pussy. Then Alice went to Bobo's softening cock and licked it clean, taking it in her mouth, sucking it till it was small again.
Then they all curled up in bed and clicked out the light.
CHAPTER FOUR
Monica was physically and emotionally unable to report at the office the following Monday and Tuesday. When she returned on Wednesday, Rufus and Alice flashed her the expected grins and a few words of friendly taunts. Monica had definitely learned what it was to be loved by a college man whom nature had generously granted ten inches of virile cock.
Her entire sexual system was tender and sensitive even by Friday afternoon, but Monica again felt within her the consuming desire for love. It was now no wild thing with her. Nor did she consider it as being mild. Apparently once a woman had undergone that sensation with a robust youth like Bobo Jasper, she must forever after have regular appeasement or suffer the torments of the unsatisfied.
Before the workday had ended, Bobo arrived at the office directly from the LSU campus. He finally lured Monica off to one corner of the large room.
"How do you feel about tonight, baby?"
"Ohhh, tender and a bit touchy, but brave."
Bobo glanced around and spotting Alice at the filing cabinet, took the liberty to tenderly fondle Monica's firm strutting breasts through the soft jacket of her hot pants suit.
As the couple lustfully amused themselves, Rufus entered the office through a side door. He rushed over to Bobo and Monica. "Say, kiddo, how about jumping out the back way and grabbing that booze out of my Olds and dumping it in your T-Bird? I ran a fool stoplight down at the corner and think maybe Patrolman Harvey is somewhere on my tail. I recognized him for sure. He might have spotted me ... then again-"
"No need taking chances, big brother," said Bobo quickly kissing Monica's puckered lips. "I'll make the transfer and hop it over to your pad."
"That's the ticket, kiddo," Rufus remarked, then smiled as he sportingly bounced Monica's right breast. "Uh-ummm. How nice ... no bra!"
When Monica and Alice arrived that night, the brothers were as solicitous and passionate as male hosts on the weekend before. Rufus joked some with Monica about another "sexual hangup" but, after fondling her for a while, decided it was time to check on Bobo and the grilled steaks. She poured herself another shot and dumped in several ice cubes. Before long, Monica was feeling her female ego. She heard the others having a merry ball in Rufus' kitchen, but before joining them, dared somewhat brazenly to do something about her low cut evening gown. Monica unzipped it at the backside, then wiggled out of the purple dress. The glossy-haired beauty was now nude, except for her fancy garter belt, nylons, and red high-heeled pumps. Holding the gown to her firm jiggling breasts, she swaggered provocatively toward the noisy kitchen.
"Am-am I too suggestive?" Monica asked, holding the silken garment to her shapely nude body with one hand and her iced drink in the other.
Bobo turned and almost dumped the platter of hot steaks. Luckily, Rufus and Alice saved him and the tempting meat. Rufus laughed and shook his head. "No, baby doll, but your unexpected luscious nudity will cost you my nine inches right after dinner, if no one kicks up a stink about it."
With the steaks now on the dinner table, Alice whirled around and grabbed Bobo's huge penis through his trousers. "Not a bad idea," said Alice, agreeing with her boss. "I could use ten inches for a change. That spanking during my lunch break today failed to make me orgasm. Monica can use the nine-inch stimulation before taking on the extra inch from Bobo. You guys usually have a good reserve."
"Gee, thanks," chuckled Rufus. "Someday I'll give you a raise in pay, Alice baby." He patted the cute blonde on her rounded hips.
Rufus proposed a dinner party in the nude, since Monica was already undressed. He playfully made her relinquish the soft feminine garment, then took it with him into another room of the swanky pad. Alice and Bobo completed setting the dinner table. Monica next paid an erotic unresisting "fine" by allowing herself to be French kissed, fondled, caressed, and masturbated by the two brothers and Alice.
While Alice knelt and performed a cunnilingus preview on Monica, the thrilled jet-black haired beauty employed a task of undressing both Rufus and Bobo. Finally, the two couples were stripped, but Rufus reminded them that he was first starved for food.
They took their respective places and soon began passing and exchanging dishes amongst themselves. Monica ended up as female cupbearer, assisted by an eager Rufus Jaspers, who nibbled on her breasts almost as much as he did on the grilled steak.
After the exotic dinner party had ended, Rufus poured fresh highballs and lured Monica into the well-decorated den. He laughed and asked the nude beauty if she would like to hear one of Alice's favorite albums of erotic female passion/pain sounds or a record of male-female blissful sex.
She giggled recklessly and merrily toasted him. "You know what I love to hear, boss-lover."
Rufus bellowed and-dropped her type of record on the stereo turntable. He swept the dusty olive-fleshed beauty into his muscular arms and attempted dancing. After they had made a few rounds over the slickly waxed floor, Monica burst out in a fit of giggles and began shaking her head of long jet-black curly hair.
"Those ... ummm ... nine inches are drilling holes through my tummy, Rufus dear."
"In that case, sweetheart," he reassured her, "I'll certainly put them in the right place."
Rufus picked up the warm-fleshed creature and slowly carried her over to a fancy couch that had already been unfolded into a nice bed. He carefully placed Monica upon the couch, lowering his naked body gently atop hers. Bobo and Alice poked their heads into the den and asked if they performed nude dancing would it distract the action atop the couch? Monica waved a go-ahead signal, since Rufus was madly busy kissing her enticing breasts.
In rhythm to the erotic album, Bobo and Alice were dancing and swaying in the middle of the room. But Monica and Rufus were engaged in what they did best-fucking. She grabbed his huge organ and took it into her mouth to make it nice and wet. Then she rubbed it with both her hands, lubricating it, masturbating it, and guided it between her ready legs. She felt the tip on her cunt lips and swooned with pleasure.
Then he shoved it in, but she didn't scream, didn't shout. She accepted it with gritted teeth and clenched fists and then a burst of loving pleasure. She pulled his body down to hers, running her hands over his muscular shoulders, glancing to see if the two dancing were watching.
Monica wiggled her hips and retracted two or three inches, then shoved up to meet his beautiful cock. She blinked her eyes at him, then took his lips in her mouth and sucked on them.
Monica twisted and moaned and gasped from the sheer joy of this wonderful, slow fuck. Rufus moved in and out of her with joy, without fury, without nervousness. Soon Monica experienced a marvelous orgasm that lifted her and then dropped her into a sea of contentment.
"Come in me, Rufus, fill my aching cunt," she whispered, ready to help him make it.
Rufus started moving faster. She reached around and grabbed his buttocks, holding them tight in her fingers, in her hands. She grabbed his balls and caressed them, pulled them. She could feel his cock getting bigger inside her, getting ready to spill its fluids into her womb.
Finally, with a lunge and a sigh, Rufus filled her body with his jet stream of cum. She could feel every jerking sensation of his coming cock in her cunt as the hot liquid seared her already, burning flesh. Rufus kissed her passionately, thanking her, loving her. He had come with a beautiful, head-shattering orgasm, and his cock ached and his balls relaxed as he pulled out of her cunt.
"GET ON YOUR KNEES!" Bobo suddenly screamed at Alice. Rufus and Monica turned to watch.
Bobo grabbed Alice by the hair and forced her to her knees. "Now suck on my asshole," he commanded, bending over. She did as told, putting her face between the cheeks of his ass, darting her tongue up his anal opening.
"Wow," Rufus said, holding Monica tightly to him. Monica stared in wonder.
After Alice had licked Bobo's asshole, he stood up straight again and started whipping her face with his half-hard cock. It slapped with a hollow sound against her cheeks, then hit her in the eye and on the forehead. She whimpered and begged for more. He gave it to her, slapping her face with his hand and ordering her, "Don't say another word!"
Then he grabbed a champagne glass from the nearby coffee table and handed it to her. "Hold this under the tip of my cock," he said.
"Please don't make me do that ... "
SLAP! Bobo hit her again.
"I said, don't talk, cunt!" Bobo held his semi-soft cock directly over the glass. Then he started to pee-a few drops, then a stream, just enough to fill it. "Drink that down!" he ordered her.
Monica gasped! He wanted her to drink his piss! There were tears in Alice's eyes as she brought the glass to her lips. Bobo grabbed a strap and held it front of her. She drank, with her eyes closed, slowly. Every drop of his piss went down her throat. Then he told her to hold out the glass again. She did.
He started beating his cock as it got harder and harder and finally stood at its wondrous ten inches. In a moment he was ready to come, and Monica watched in great interest as Alice held the glass steady just under the tip of his cock.
"I want that milk shake," Alice purred.
"I can come if you put your finger in my ass, and just tickle my asshole," Bobo said, and Alice reached up under his balls and shoved her finger as far up his ass as she could.
"I don't believe this," Monica said.
Bobo turned and smiled. "You'll believe it, honey, you'll be doing it too!"
Rufus said, "Come on, baby brother, fill that glass with a Brandy Alexander!"
Bobo filled the glass, not with a brandy or a milk shake but with his own thick white creamy sperm. He pumped jet after jet of semen into the white glass and almost half filled it!
"Now, take that and let it go down nice and slow," Bobo said, kneeling down in front of Alice, who was sitting on the floor. She lifted the glass to her lips, then pulled it away with a giggle as she toasted everyone: "To sex!" Then she drank Bobo's sperm all down and even licked the inside of the glass.
She fell back on the floor and Bobo grabbed a rubber cock from a drawer, shoved it up her cunt, and started fucking her with it!
"Fuck her hard!" Rufus said.
"Sit on her face, brother," Bobo said, "and don't let her breathe till she comes!"
Rufus sat down on Alice's pretty face. She uttered muffled screams as Bobo fucked her with the fake dick and his brother pressed his asshole against her mouth and nose.
Monica got to the floor and took Bobo's hard long cock in her mouth. To her surprise, he came in seconds, sending a stream of hot cum down her throat.
Then Alice hit-she yelled and kicked her legs into the air and the rubber cock got very wet and slippery and Bobo pulled it out of her as Rufus got off her face.
Monica sat up and exclaimed, "Man, you people sure do know how to have a good time!"
* * *
They fucked and sucked for the next two days. By that time Monica couldn't take another thing in her cunt. She lay in bed next to Bobo until Alice entered the room and started applying kisses to her pussy. "No, Alice, I can't take any more. Some other time."
Alice was hot and mad. She wanted to have Monica and she wanted to have her now! She dove her head between the girl's legs. Monica pulled her away. Bobo just watched.
"Alice, stop it!" Monica called.
"I want your CUNT!" Alice screamed.
Bobo slapped Alice on the buttocks but that only increased her pleasure. She wouldn't let go of Monica.
Then, for the first time in her life, Monica really lost her temper. She slapped Alice along the small of her back. Alice jabbed a finger into Monica's cunt. Monica pulled back and slapped Alice across the face!
"Goddamn you!" Alice screamed, jumping up.
Monica leaped to her feet and grabbed Alice's dress which was sitting on a nearby chair. "This is your favorite gown, isn't it?"
"Don't you touch that!" Alice screamed.
Monica took the dress in both hands and ripped it to shreds in front of Alice's eyes!
A strange overpowering thrill entered Monica's eyes. She enjoyed this wild driving madness of ripping Alice's dress. Bobo stood up and Alice slapped him back down. She didn't want him interfering.
Then Monica jumped on Alice, pulling her hair, beating her to the floor. "CUNT!" she screamed, hitting her hard. Alice purred and cried-she loved it. It was what she wanted. When Monica got up, Alice just lay there, clutching the remainder of her dress.
Bobo grabbed Monica and threw her down on the floor. "That's enough, bitch," he said, turning her over so he could spank her buttocks. Monica squealed and moaned under his heavy-handed slaps.
Then Bobo slid his cock between Monica's ass cheeks and told her not to move a muscle. "You're going to be punished for that, baby," he said.
"Please, no," Monica pleaded.
Bobo spit between Monica's buttocks and placed his cockhead there. "I can't take it, please! It will kill me!"
But her protests were in vain. He shoved forward and her virgin ass split as his huge monster cock entered.
"AAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Monica screamed in the worse pain she had ever felt. Then everything went black for a moment, and, although she didn't faint, she came close. She opened her eyes to see the carpet under her nose and she realized the huge monster cock was being shoved in and out of her aching asshole. She begged him to stop, but he worked as hard as he could. She knew she was bleeding, she knew she was being hurt, but there was a joy in it, too, something she couldn't even explain.
"WOW!" Bobo shouted as he slammed all ten inches into her rectum. Then he shuddered and came, filling her with the biggest load of cum he'd ever spilled in an asshole. It ran down the length of his cock and dribbled out against his huge balls. Alice licked there, sucking the creamy liquid off his nuts.
Monica started to cry as she felt the cum soothing her hot, ripped asshole, and she buried her head into the soft carpet as he finally pulled his ten inches from her burning violated asshole.
Bobo got up and Alice took his cock into her mouth and cleansed it. Then they turned and realized Rufus was standing in the doorway, hard cock in hand, beating off. Come and take me, he said with his eyes.
Alice ran to him and opened her mouth just in time for him to jerk his semen into her. She took every drop, sucking it all down her throat, then fell back on the floor in delight as Monica stopped crying. Bobo held her in his arms gently and told her it would be okay. He turned her over, put his lips on her seared asshole, and wet it, soothing it with his tongue, sucking out all the remaining cum and sweat.
"What a morning!" Rufus said, smiling.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lake Charles is an industrial and trading center, and the largest city in southwestern Louisiana. It lies on the Calcasieu River about fifty miles from the Gulf of Mexico. A channel links the river and Gulf. To the Cajun city of Lake Charles came Monica Jordan.
After several months in the bustling noisy capital city of Baton Rouge, she had her first inkling that something might be amiss, that her premonition had been correct. Monica was in trouble! Her menstrual flow had ceased. Before departing from Baton Rouge unannounced, Monica decided to confess her female symptoms to Alice Harper.
"Why, you stupid lovable creature!" Alice had tongue-lashed Monica. "You are the very one that needs a leather belt across her naked butt! I could almost brain you, sweet thing."
Although offering her love and comfort, Alice warned Monica that it was most likely the first stages of pregnancy. Naturally, Monica shed a few tears, but she bore her misfortune well and blamed no one for her predicament. After all, she realized that she had been negligent and far too daring not to have been taking the Pill.
Alice stood by her and offered her a tidy sum of money for an abortion. But the concerned beauty was too good a sport to take advantage of her girl friend's cash offer. Monica had gotten as much sexual pleasure from their lesbian relations as Alice had and now she had come to unexpected problems, Monica was not going to turn into a constant whining cry baby.
"No, darling Alice," she said. "You might darn well whip me, but I won't accept your long-earned savings. And that ends that!"
"Well, stubborn honey-puff," Alice remarked, grabbing a double handful of Monica's thick gorgeous hair and embracing her tightly, "I know of a certain crowd in Lake Charles that can get you out of this mess. The outside will never know, sweet thing. Of course, it will cost perhaps three or four hundred dollars."
Monica flinched and reflected for a moment. "That much, sweetheart?"
Alice kissed the puckered inviting lips. "Yes, darling, that much. How are you really fixed?"
"Oh, almost a thousand."
"Not bad, darling, but watch it. It'll burn fast in a swinging city like Lake Charles." Alice feasted another lingering moment on Monica's splendid bosom, then crossed over to her apartment desk and began writing down a few names and addresses.
* * *
Within a week, Monica had made the necessary contacts in Lake Charles. She was now one of the "incrowd" of a swinging group of swappers and gay sexual deviates. She reluctantly resigned herself to the charming long-haired sophisticate that had agreed to perform her secret abortion. The gay pussycats and fags were already having a smooth drag on the five hundred dollars Monica had advanced them. She was growing restless for the expected abortion and her new lesbian roommate sensed that Monica might blow the whistle on the group at any time.
"Ah, come on and dig it, Desi!" Babette Fulco said to the former pre-med student lingering in her apartment one chilly night in October. "Sugar baby doll Monica has dropped the acid block on me. She wants action ... and now! Dig, man?"
"Yeah! Yeah, I dig," replied Desi Acklin, throwing back his dark shoulder-length hair with an accustomed jerk of his pale handsome face. "Yeah, Babs, I dig! Tell the square fem to cool it, huh? I've got to have the right fix, baby. Hell, you know that by now. You get old Desi the right fix, baby, and I'll do a super job on Monica, see?"
"Okay, man," said the cute, red-haired barhop. "I'll dig you the right fix, but you stay put here, understand? Monica will be in shortly. I want you here in one damn piece, Desi!" She slapped at the thick psychology book in his slender trembling hands. "Must you read that crap all the time?"
"Cool it, Babs!" warned Desi, suddenly grabbing a thick handful of her soft copperish hair and twisting it until the cream-fleshed beauty flinched and squealed. "I got a super exam tomorrow at McNeese State. You don't dig those hophead professors. You don't dig anything, damnit!"
"All right, Desi! Just watch the loose end, okay?" Babs asked anxiously.
"So, maybe okay, babe! Another thing ... you tell Monica all about my Dr. Erotique methods, dig? You tell her I got all the necessary tools and stuff in that black bag, see? So, she don't want no acid or needle, huh? Okay, I give her a can of special gas. That'll put her in good fix!"
"Damnit, Desi! Please, don't use a whole can."
He laughed almost hysterically. "Okay, but you will be my nude nurse, dig?"
Babette began to tremble. "I-I was praying so faithfully, Desi, that this one wouldn't be another De Sade caper."
Desi frowned, picked up her fancy leather jacket and slapped it roughly across Babette's supple breasts. "Then, Babs, you better get busy and pronto, see?"
"Okay, man, I'm going." She grabbed her black handbag and hurried from the small apartment.
Desi laughed evilly. He loved his sadistic power over females. He could always perform a neat abortion upon the sweetest of innocent chicks in his territory. Desi could blow the political rackets and their highbrow families sky high if he wanted to. However, he loved the feel of his seventy-two Caddie much better. Why blow a damn good thing? He had only to ask the right connections and the money came in a sealed envelope, unmarked. This job on Monica was for pleasure and fun, but Desi knew it had to be professional. No mistakes! He was no common hillbilly hick. Everything was class and super class, but it took a good fix to get him out there in his dream Utopia.
The lab action began around midnight in Babette's small apartment. Desi had fully turned on and was in the center of his vacuum. He had no fear of becoming freaked. This would be a good trip for him. He turned to the red-haired beauty. "Is the water boiling, nurse?"
"Yes, Des-I ... I mean Dr. Acklin."
"That's much better, my nursie! Now, give Monica another shot of booze and get her clothes off. I can't take all night. Got to go into orbit on that exam tomorrow."
Babette served Monica another drink, then began removing the submissive beauty's garments. Desi's "professional" look vanished when he saw Monica's tenderly turned calves and firmly fleshed thighs come into plain sight. As her tapering waist, glistening up-slanted breasts, and pointed rosy nipples were nakedly revealed, beautifully straining before his acid-blas', eyes, he darted his tongue over his suddenly parched lips.
Desi clapped his hands. "Ack, man, what a trip! Oh, beautiful! You beautiful people." He turned to the excited, speechless redhead. "What, nursie, you aren't undressed?" He scoldingly pinched the cute lobes of her ears. Babette flinched, but silently began undressing. She was slender, tall, and well-built. A cream-fleshed natural redhead. Babette's cheeks turned pinkly crimson, but she was fully accustomed to Desi's crazy capers. She knew how to play his maddening acts to the very hilt. Babs shook out her waist-long mass of copper locks.
"Ah, beautiful naked wenches!" roared Desi. He hovered over Monica, his fingers skillfully searing her cool, yielding body. "Ah, let me guess, doll, three months going on four."
She smiled nervously and stared at the luscious nude Babette. Desi chuckled. "Beautiful, my nursie, yes?" Monica grinned. Desi picked up a thick narrow pad and gently placed it over her eyes. "Have no fear, my darling one. Dr. Acklin is here." He giggled like a schoolboy. "The can of sweet magic, nursie Babs." When the luscious redhead hesitated, Desi frowned and shook his mop-haired head crazily. He reached out and angrily pinched both Babette's slender pink-tipped nipples. She flinched painfully, but choked down a sudden growing out-cry, swallowing hard before replying.
"Do-do be careful, Dr. Acklin, please!" Babs cautiously handed him the pressurized can of outlawed chemical.
Desi shook a finger in mock warning at Babs. "Have no fear, Dr. Acklin is here. Heh-heh!" He motioned for Babette to comfort and caress the unsuspecting Monica. Babs began fondling and placing Monica in some rather odd positions. The redhead took a deep breath and held it as Desi sprayed the chemical near Monica's nose. Within seconds, she was out like a light.
Desi suddenly became serious and slipped on thin surgical gloves. He inserted probing fingers between her vulvae lips and began exploring. Monica stirred, but Desi gave her another spurting cloud of the chemical. She half smiled and went back to sleep. Playing it cool, the ex-premed student worked his gloved fingers deep into her womb. "Ah, just beautiful! Bring the light in close, my nursie."
Monica began to stir. "Let me, please?" Babs begged. She picked up the can of chemical.
"I've got a terrible stiff penis, nursie!"
"My lips and mouth have done it before, doctor."
"You're on, nursie!" He worked fast and smoothly inside Monica's vagina, double checking each instrument and allowing Babs time to "knock out" the restless but still unconscious Monica. Finally, Desi said, "Clean her up. It's over with!"
CHAPTER SIX
Under Babette's compassionate care, Monica recovered rapidly and was soon as radiant and blooming as she had ever been. When Babs was not working at the Bayou Bobcat Inn as a bar-hop and substitute bar-mistress, she watched over Monica like a jealous hen.
Monica had sworn to push men aside for the time being. She was down to her last few dollars, but never tired of gazing at the passing throng from her own private little ivory tower. Monica knew Babs would throw her out of the apartment and soon enough. She was ready for the break in female ties and eager to start anew. The old longing began to glow within her.
She became restless, knowing it would not be much longer before she would seek relief. She often wondered why the vivacious Babs had attempted lesbian seduction. Perhaps, she reflected, Babs was waiting for Monica to make the first real move in that direction. During the several weeks of being holed up in the luscious redhead's pad, Monica had done no more than kiss the tall beauty good night. Once, her nude firm breasts had thrillingly brushed across the full expanse of Babette's unbuttoned silken pajama top and made sensuous contact with the redhead's tender pink-tipped nipples. Babs had shuddered excitingly and blushed to her panting belly. It had gone no farther than that.
Monica discovered that Babs was most difficult to figure out. Some nights upon retiring, Babs would ask Monica to brush out her sparkling, waist-length copperish hair. Monica was always glad to assist her tempestuous girl friend. Other nights, Babs would not let Monica come near her. Monica knew a stormy change was in the making.
It was on such an emotional night, when Monica was about to take a hot shower, that the phone rang. Tying her robe belt loosely, she dashed into the small den to answer it.
"Hi there, sweet aborted Monica." It was Desi Acklin's voice. She was bitterly disappointed. Monica had distrusted him ever since the night of her abortion. There were times when she could tolerate Desi, but worst periods when he acted like a Frankenstein monster.
"How about Doc Desi teaching his aborted pet some new tricks tonight, ehhh?"
Monica trembled. "No, thanks, Desi. Not tonight. Maybe some other time." She sensed that he was definitely on another LSD trip.
Desi giggled hysterically. "Not tonight, huh?" His breathing was fast and shallow. "Well, hell! Ah, ask Babs if she ever got over that new caper I pulled on her the night of your cute abort orgy."
Monica abruptly stiffened. Now some of the dark clouds were beginning to roll away. She long sensed that something had gone astray on the weirdo night of her abortion.
She attempted to sound casual and gay. "Hey, Doc, what kind of caper did you pull on Babs that night?"
Desi laughed. "Man, you're really square. I wonder how the hell you got knocked up in the first place."
"No, really, what did you do?"
He giggled like a schoolboy. "You ever hear of fellatio?"
"Christ," Monica said, "cocksucking is my favorite sport!" She still wondered what that had to do with the night of her abortion.
"How does urolagnia soak you?" he asked with a sinister tone.
"What?"
"That means piss-pissing in someone's mouth, all over their body."
Monica gulped. "Yes, so what?"
"I forced Babs baby to take my hot piss and drink it all down. Then I pissed in a cup and gave you some!" He laughed cynically.
"You fucking bastard," Monica said, wanting to throw up. Playing around with urine in sex could be exciting, but making a girl drink a guy's piss when she was half-unconscious was sadistic.
"Listen, Doctor Asshole, you better get out of Lake Charles by night. Babs has a .25 caliber automatic and I'll empty it right into your guts!" Shaking in rage, she threw the phone down.
In a few hours Monica had calmed down and was sitting in the bedroom, the gun on the bed next to her. She wasn't really going to use it, she knew that. She heard the front door open. Then footsteps. She tensed and grabbed the gun, pointing it at the bedroom door. Was it Desi coming for her? She pressed her thumb against the safely lever as the door opened.
Click!
A frightened female voice spoke. "Monica?"
Monica was shaking so bad her teeth rattled. She was speechless. Babs opened the door to find a gun pointed at her head.
"Monica! Jesus Christ!" Babs walked to the bed and sat next to Monica. "Listen, Desi's a bastard, so just forget it."
"I can't forget him pissing in your face! How can you? I want the money back you two ripped me off for that night!"
Babs stood up. "You'll get it really, honey," she said softly. She could see Monica had been drinking and wasn't herself. She was worried-the gun was still in the girl's hand.
Suddenly there were footsteps from the living room. Monica jumped up.
"RUN, DESI!" Babs screamed.
Monica dashed out into the living room, just as Desi was opening the door. Instead of shooting the gun, she threw it and missed him only by a few inches-she hit a large mirror which shattered into a hundred pieces. Desi was gone and Monica tripped and fell to the floor.
Babs ran into the room, screaming. She picked up the gun and unloaded it, then helped Monica up from the floor. "He's gone, honey, forget it," Babs said. Monica was drunk and crying. She fell into bed as Babs helped her get her clothes off.
"I'll shoot his balls off," Monica said as she drifted off to sleep.
About an hour later, Babs heard Monica call her from the bedroom. She went to the door and asked, "What, hon?"
"I'm scared. And lonely." She sounded like a little girl. "Would you come sleep with me?"
Babs smiled and said, "Yes, just let me finish my drink first." Then she went back to the living room and returned in ten minutes, closing the bedroom door.
Quickly the girls got into bed together. They were naked as the day they were born.
"Kiss me," Monica said. Babs' lips met hers in a soft, warm touch, then moved down to her breasts and nibbled there. In a moment her face was between Monica's thighs and her tongue was warmly making love to the girl's pussy. Then Babs moved her body around on the bed, so her cunt was open before Monica's mouth.
"I hate men!" Monica said, thinking of Desi, then she thrust her face into the warm safety of Babs beautiful pussy. She stuck her tongue in as far as she could get it, rubbing the girl's clit-how strange it was to feel the same thing that was in her own pussy! It was as if she had brought her own head between her legs and was lapping her own cunt.
They sucked each other's pussy lips and dug their tongues deep into each other's vagina. They rolled and heaved on the bed and soon they were near their peaks-both girls were sweating and panting, furiously trying to bring the other off while feeling their own orgasm rising.
Babs was first. She came violently, smashing her hips forward as her wet love juices poured over Monica's face and dark hair. Then Monica came, shuddering, keeping her mouth glued to Babs as the girl sucked hard on her cunt lips, tasting every drop of wonderful womanly fluid she had to offer.
They curled up like that, in each other's arms, until they fell asleep.
* * *
Two weeks after, on a unusually warm night in mid-November, Babs was casually leaning against the wall of her tiny bathroom and gazing at Monica as she rubbed down her soft glowing skin with bath lotion.
"What would you like for Thanksgiving?" Babs asked, admiring Monica's breasts and buttocks.
Monica grinned like a child. "How about Desi's balls on a plate to start?"
"Far out!" Babs commented with a chuckle.
"No, I'll take his Cadillac," Monica corrected herself. "I don't want his balls."
"How about my pussy?" Babs asked coyly.
"I'd love it," Monica said, slapping Babs with the towel playfully.
"Monica, can I ask you something? "Babs said, sitting down on the toilet seat as Monica brushed her hair.
"Sure."
"Do you ... do you like a little pain sometimes?" She quivered-she felt embarrassed asking it.
"Pain? Sure, don't you?" Monica replied.
"Yeah, actually I do. I like a guy to be rough, hard. But I even like to be tied up sometimes and beaten lightly. Or I like to do that to a guy. I knew a kid once, he was just eighteen, but he loved being tied up and then had me hit him and slap him and finally beat him off by slapping his prick back and forth."
Monica smiled. "Sounds great."
"He was beautiful! He was still in high school. Every night, after school, he'd come to my place and I'd put the ropes on and smack the hell outta his eight-inch dick!"
"I'd like to do that!" Monica said.
"You can hit me sometimes, if you want," Babs said, looking up at Monica's hardening breasts, becoming equally excited.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you, Babs. Remember how carried away I got with Desi and the gun."
"I'd like it."
There was a moment of silence and then Monica asked Babs to stand up. As soon as she did, Monica slapped her hard across her ass-a good, stinging slap! Then Monica held her and said, "Forgive me!"
"Forgive you, Monica darling?" cried Babs, turning the nude beauty's body around until she stared into Monica's passion-mad eyes. The small space of the bathroom quickly closed in on the two excited, sex-hungry women.
As Babette sank her greedy lips deep into Monica's vulva, the unsteady nude brunette groped for the bathroom door. Air! Monica needed fresh air. She cracked the narrow door open several inches.
"Oh! Ohhh, sweet Babs, if ... if only we could make it to the beds! Ahhh, darling Babs, the beds!"
It was a confused struggle, Babs on her knees and refusing to relinquish the act of cunnilingus upon Monica's vagina and clitoris. Monica was enjoying fits of sexual ecstasy, laughing, giggling, and half dragging Babs into the bedroom. While Babs recklessly shoved the two single beds together, Monica stripped the robe from the excited redhead's shoulders. She was certain about untying the bow knot straps of Babette's clinging gown.
Babs flushed to the deep cleft of her white rounded breasts. "Let ... let it come off naturally, sweetheart!" she panted in rasping spurts. Monica nervously clapped her sweaty hands.
"Who-who will be the ... "
"I-I'll try the ... the daddy role." Babs almost whimpered in maddening desire.
Monica tumbled rapidly upon her backside atop the two jammed-in beds. Babs choked out one sob and grasped the sleek nude in her strong arms and pressing her craving lips to Monica's parted twitching mouth in a fierce liquid kiss, worked her darting tongue inside of her mouth with the rapidity of a striking Anaconda. Monica loved it. Her senses rang with beautiful clamor. She knew Babs was no dedicated lesbian and responding with her own red-hot sexual desires, Monica became an expert copilot for the enthusiastic wiggling redhead.
Both loving women sent quivers like the chilly feet of an army of mice marching up and down their arched spines. Both became more vigorous in their torrid caresses. One of Babette's shoulder bow knots tore off. Babs came up for a needed breathing spell. Monica heaved with glowing passion. Babs once more covered the rosebud mouth of her passive nude partner with her own full lips, but she was now more gentle. Monica responded with softly pursed lips and cleverly created a kind of suction between them which soon had Babs trembling like a leaf in the wind, her body seared by the hot flames of lust.
"Ummm!" Babs moaned. "I-I wonder who should be on top."
Monica pouted sensually and smiled as she tugged to untie Babette's other bow knot strap.
"Tear it off, darling!" Babs commanded ragingly.
Monica daringly ripped Babette's thin silken gown down to the lovely creature's narrow waist. She then coaxed the redhead to move up and over her inflamed body. She untied the fancy ribbon that confined Babette's woman-scented curly long hair. The thick sea of onrushing curls and locks almost smothered Monica. Her thirsting hands began a field day in Babette's splendid hair.
"Ugh-ahhh!" moaned Babs, as Monica's lips captured the ruby-red nipples of her milk-white velvet breasts. Babs forced a hand between them and fingered the converging lips of Monica's vulva. Babs finally moved down and naked breasts clashed with static flesh sensitivity. Erect rosy nipples began a duel that finally reduced both females to a moaning pulp.
Panting furiously, Monica finished tearing the shredded gown from Babette's long shapely hot body. Both girls struggled to pack a thick firm pillow underneath Monica's hips. Trembling in a lusting rage, Babs mounted her.
Both nudes madly rubbed vulva to vulva-clitoris to clitoris-vagina to clitoris, and back and forth. Monica's fleshy legs were high and wide, continually wiggling and twisting. "I-I'm doing my thing!" Monica cried out. She grabbed her dimpled knees and pulled her legs backward until she thought her tender anus would split. That was when Babs experienced an untold thrilling orgasm.
Sensing Monica's flowing orgasm, Babs continued twisting and rocking her weight deep into her. Both refused to give up and recharges kept them going.
"Ughhhh!" Babs groaned, expending a final exhausting climax.
Monica whimpered and undulated her hips with machinelike rapidity until at last she felt the last draining torrential flow within her and she sank back onto the bed in languorous delight, her organs sexually refreshed and satisfied.
It was with a tremendous feeling of gratitude that both girls nestled like small children within the encircling arms of one another.
"I-I'm sure there is more, darling."
"Yes, sweetheart," commented Monica. "If you are tired and sleepy, we'll make a love date for another night."
Babs laughed and curled up snugly against Monica. "I-I'm jealous, sweetheart! You've done this before, but I've never gone this far with a girl friend."
Monica quietly pulled up the bedcovers and made them comfortable. She kissed Babs and cooed, "Well, darling, tomorrow you can bring home that ten-foot bull whip."
"Oh, darn it, sweetheart! Don't talk like that. I'm sick and tired of the old sexual violence. You taught me love tricks tonight I worship."
Monica yawned happily and tightly embraced Babs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Monica and Babs fell into something they hadn't expected, but really liked-lesbian love. They weren't "lovers" as such, but they came close, with a great deal of sexual satisfaction coming only from each other.
They spent Thanksgiving together quietly, having dinner of turkey, dressing, and wine. Lots of wine. So much that they were both loaded quickly. Then they watched a late movie on TV which included lesbian-inclined scenes which only made them hotter. Babs pulled Monica down on top of her for a full kiss on the mouth.
"I love you," Monica whispered.
"How much?"
"More than you could imagine," Monica replied.
"Enough to suck my pussy right here and now?" Babs asked with a glimmer in her eye.
"Enough to suck your pussy right here and now!" Monica replied, getting to her knees next to the couch. She opened Babs' robe and pulled the girl's panties down to her ankles. Then she looked at the soft hair covering her cunt and moved her pretty face forward.
"Oh, love me," Babs moaned.
And that's exactly what Monica did. She pressed her lips between the girl's legs and licked her pussy, slowly at first, wetting the hairs there, pushing the lips open so she could taste the feminine fluids within. Then she pulled Babs' legs apart and spread her cunt lips with her fingers.
"Tickle my clit, baby," Babs moaned.
Monica slid her tongue up the girl's, trembling hole, found the little hard nub, and ran her tongue over it, again and again, as Babs moaned in pleasure, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. She pulled her cuntal lips apart till they almost ripped-so Monica could get her whole tongue all the way up her cunt.
"Oh, Monica, you're like no one I've ever been with! Your tongue fucks me better than any cock I've ever had!" Babs was beside herself with pleasure. She was reaching a climax fast and she looked down to see Monica's loving mouth pressed tightly against her pussy, applying all the suction in the world, making love to her as only another woman could.
"I'm going to hit!" Babs said.
Monica jammed her tongue in and out, in and out, fucking her lover rapidly, hard, hoping to bring her to a shattering climax.
"OH, FUCK! FUCK!" Babs screamed, holding her legs high in the air. She was there-she felt the room swaying and let out a gasp as her whole body quivered and shook and jerked as her orgasm hit high!
Monica sensed it, she felt it and tasted it, and still she did not let up. It was as if her mouth had become glued to the girl's pussy-there was no way for the cunt lips and the mouth lips to part. She was sucking for all she was worth and she was going to prolong Babs' orgasm as long as she could.
Finally, Babs let her legs drop and Monica pulled her face out of the wetness of her crotch. "Oh Jesus, baby, you were wonderful!"
"Anything for you. After all, it's Thanksgiving!" Monica replied.
"I'm sure glad I'm not with that cocksucker, Desi," Babs said, lighting a cigarette.
"That's for sure," Monica added. She clicked off the TV set and sat next to her girl friend.
"Take off your clothes," Babs said softly, just looking at Monica. "Take off your clothes and let me look at you."
Monica stood up and removed her clothing. She spread her legs and ran her hands from her knees to her breasts, rubbing over her pubic hair.
"You're fantastic," Babs said, admiring her lover's body. "Masturbate for me ... please!"
Monica giggled and then she stooped down on the floor. She brought her hands down to her spread pussy and caressed the lips. Then, in one fast move, she stuffed two fingers up her cunt.
"More than that," Babs urged, touching her own vulva now.
"Wait here," Monica said, and went off to the kitchen. In a moment she returned with a salami.
Babs broke up into a fit of giggles. "That thing's almost a foot long! You can't take that!"
"Yes, I can," Monica said, and positioned the salami on the floor and sat on it. Slowly, it started up her cunt. Then she groaned in pain.
"You won't make it," Babs said.
"Wait," Monica shouted, and ran back into the kitchen. She returned with a plastic container of soft margarine. "This'll do the trick."
She lay back on the floor, lifting her knees, spreading her pussy directly in front of Babs. She took the sausage in both hands and fit the end of it between her cunt lips. Then she gave a shove and with a moan the salami started into her.
"It's just like a cock," Monica said.
Babs jumped down. "Let me," she said, grabbing the salami in both hands. She started pushing it in Monica's cunt, slowly, twisting it slightly. The margarine provided excellent lubricant-the salami slid far inside her.
"My God," Monica said, undulating on the floor.
"I'm fucking you, honey," Babs said, pushing the salami in, pulling it out. In a moment she had a definite rhythm going, lunging and pulling, lunging and pulling, fucking Monica with the huge salami cock.
"I'm gonna come!" Monica shouted and just as she did, she felt her world come crashing down. She reached orgasm beautifully, and when Babs pulled the salami out of her aching box moments later, she hugged her and kissed her and rolled over and over on the floor with her.
Soon they had their hands on each other's breasts, over each other's ass, into each other's cunt again-and so went the night.
It had been a good Thanksgiving.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alexandria is the active center of a rich farming, stock raising, and lumbering region located in central Louisiana. This bustling Cajun city of some fifty-thousand people borders the ever-changing Red River. Alexandria is a wholesale distributing center, and is continually growing in various industry.
What concerned Monica Jordan and Babette Fulco the most about Alexandria is that the city is the home of England Air Force Base. Here, amongst hundreds of sprawling military acres, are headquartered several famous fighter squadrons.
Another thing that brought Monica and Babs to Alexandria was the splendid redhead's handsome mod-swinging brother. He was the co-owner of a swanky nightclub situated on the noisy traffic-packed lanes of MacArthur Drive.
From the moment Monica first laid eyes upon Emile Fulco, she surmised somehow that he was different. He seemed to possess things the others lacked. It was not merely that he was well over medium height and build, or that Emile had the tempered Cajun good looks of a burnished steel blade; it was not his calm assurance or his catlike walk, rather it was the combination of all those things that made up Emile Fulco.
Monica could easily see the blood relation between Babs and Emile. His light reddish hair was thick and neatly styled. A tinge of steel-gray appeared in his long sideburns. Although Babs was tall, fleshy, and well-shaped, her brother was a few inches taller. Although Monica was not too disturbed that Emile was thirty-seven years old, she was more pleased that Barb's handsome brother was single.
Monica learned soon enough that Emile had once been married, but that was almost fifteen years ago. Babs told her that Emile's hasty marriage to a devoted Catholic had lasted only a few short months. No children ensued as a result of the stormy mistake.
From their first appearance at the Ricebowl Club, it became obvious that Emile was anxious for an affair with Monica. Babs finally accepted her brother's offer of a large bedroom in his thirty-thousand dollar leased home located several city blocks south of the Ricebowl Club.
Monica noted that now since Babs was back on her old home grounds, the vivacious beauty was itching to open up her own business, a physical health spa. Babs had some five years experience in the massage parlor business. She had maintained a license to operate and wanted to combine mineral health baths and massaging. It became obvious that Monica was soon to exploit her Venus-endowed sexual charms and entice a necessary loan from Emile Fulco.
Early one afternoon, Monica drove the few blocks north in Emile's new Javelin to the Ricebowl Club. The handsome co-owner of the nightspot was beginning to burn with sexual desire for Monica's sweetness.
Monica had prepared for that afternoon in all her glowing loveliness. She wore a maroon velvet mini-length one-piece outfit which sheathed her shapely roseate figure. She was certain Emile would love the daring low-cut bodice. Her only undergarments consisted of a narrow garter belt and a pair of fancy-laced bikini panties. Babs had earlier bought Monica a new pair of high-heeled pumps and rose-tinted nylon hose.
"If I don't get a job soon punching on an IBM or something, I'll scream, Babs darling," she had almost howled.
"Patience!" Babs replied. "You're doing great, honey. Make big brother sweat and drag his tongue for it. I sign the lease on the building tomorrow. We need brother's loan for the equipment and furnishings. Please, keep him sniffing for it!" She had kissed Monica with hot passion.
As Monica parked her compact car behind the large brick-veneer building, Emile came out the rear entrance to meet her. It was a chilly, damp, December afternoon. Emile wore a dark blue suit, silk shirt and a wide tiger-spotted tie. His thick copperish hair half covered his ears. Emile smiled, took Monica's gloved hand, and led her alongside the building toward the front entrance. "You should have parked in front, doll," he laughed.
Monica puckered her lush red lips. "Babs said to land it where you did, Emile dear."
"Bosh!" he roared. "Oh, that red-headed sister of mine. One of these nights, I'm going to rip off her panties and spank me some nice butt."
Monica blushed excitedly and giggled. "I want to be there when you do it. Darling Babs sometimes loses her red-haired temper and leaves palm imprints across my rear end."
Emile began to grow serious as he opened the double metal doors for Monica. "Well, I'll tan her white fanny good!"
"No, Emile, please!" Monica begged. "Nothing cruel, please! As you probably already know, I love that red-headed beauty! As far as little old me is concerned, there'll never be another Babs Fulco."
Emile gave Monica a funny look as he slipped off her short coat. "Yes, Venus doll, Babs has told me everything, but don't let it bug you none, I'm broad minded. But I'll burn if she has told you some of the things we've done together."
Monica stared in surprise. "Why-why that beautiful pussycat, Emile, she's been holding out on me again! Heck! I didn't know until just recently that you were her only living relative."
He bellowed with a roaring laugh. Emile slowly shook his bushy head and excused himself as he swaggered tiger-like to the long curved bar. Monica sat entranced as she gave the club's interior a closer scrutiny. The adjoining spacious dance floor was a revelation to her, dazzlingly lighted, the weird ceiling resembling the blue vault of Aphrodite's temple studded with electronically twinkling stars. To Monica it was indeed an enchanting place. If she played her role to the very core and like a top professional, Babs should soon have the necessary money to open their exotic health club.
Emile returned shortly with two Scotch highballs. Members of the average-sized bandstand entered the club and soon began rehearsing several popular tunes. Apparently, it was nothing but everyday tinsel to Emile Fulco. His pleasure now lay in contemplating the gorgeous creature who sat near him! She leaned far over to take a couple of puffs from his cigarette and he was afforded a heavenly erotic view of two delicately tinted and firmly rounded breasts nestling under the low-cut folds of her dress. Emile's fingers thumped in anticipation.
"How about a bit more of women's lib, cute kitten?" Emile asked brazenly.
Monica blushed, but gave him a closer and deeper view of her deep cleft. Emile winked with burning pleasure at her. "Beautiful women like you and Sis simply don't need to wear bras."
Monica smiled and flashed her sensuous eyes. She played it cool, but gave Emile plenty of wonderful eyefuls. He politely asked for a dance and Monica nodded. Within moments, they were out on the polished hard floor drifting smoothly along with the lilt of the band's music. Monica gave herself up entirely to the rhythmic swing. It was nice to be held close in masculine arms once more, to faintly sniff eagerly at the fragrant odors of shaving lotion and tobacco. When Emile's warm big hand came up and softly rested upon the smooth tenderness of her nape, Monica leaned her cheek firmly against his curved chest. As he held her closer during the torrid dance, she moved her shapely thighs firmly against his hard muscular legs. She sighed and felt the rising bulge of Emile's phallus..
Hmmm, she thought, it was time she needed a cock again. Lesbian love was fun, but her cunt hadn't been satisfied in a hell of a long time. She'd have Emile's cock. She was sure of it.
* * *
The following Saturday night Monica was sitting in the bathtub, playing with her clitoris with one finger, nearing orgasm, when there was a knock on the door. She thought it was Babs, and it startled her.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"It's me, the wolfman!" Emile said.
"Jesus," Monica sputtered, opening the door. She stood there, holding a towel in front of her dripping body. Her face was flushed red.
"I'm sorry, but we shut down early because of the rain and I forgot to take a leak before I left the club." Emile walked into the room and stood at the toilet, unzipping his pants.
"Hope you don't mind my lack of manners," he said, and Monica just smiled, looking down at his hands, waiting to see the big thing he was going to pull from his pants.
Emile pulled his thick soft cock out of his zipper and immediately Monica grabbed it in her hand, aiming it at the toilet. "Pee," Monica said, and Emile pissed and then flushed the toilet. His cock started getting hard immediately.
Eventually, then just stood there in the cozy warm bathroom, Emile silently feasting his lustful eyes upon the lush expanse of Monica's naked body.
She moaned with passion as he reached and slowly pulled the dangling loose end of the bow knot ribbon in her thick, jet-black, balled-up curly hair. They both trembled with sexual heat as her massive locks tumbled upon and down her tensed creamy shoulders and cascaded to her curving muscular backside. Her soft splendid body melted as Emile hugged her tightly and kissed the lush inviting red lips.
"Oh-ummm, Emile," Monica finally gasped out when she'd caught her breath.
His moist lips and darting tongue traced wet patterns over her flushed cheek, alongside her neck, and finally reached her tingling nape. Monica's hands were nervously helping him to undress. Within a minute or so, Emile was naked to the very flesh. His hands cupped themselves under her white rounding breasts. They fit his palms, their firm suppleness running over.
Monica slipped from his feverish embrace and suddenly darted from the bathroom. She hesitated midway down the shadowy hallway and laughingly teased him. As Emile caught up with her, his raging sharp-pointed penis standing erect, Babs came lightly tripping toward the bathroom.
"Ohhh, my gosh!" she squealed, then laughed at the sight. "Sooo, big brother is finally going to make Monica do her thing. How nice! How wonderful!" Babs fervently played patty cake upon Monica's plump buttocks for a minute or two. Monica swayed and melted a second time as Babs passionately kissed her good night. "Oh, darn it!" the luscious redhead almost sobbed, "If only I didn't have this damn rag on!"
"Sorry about that," Emile grinned and playfully flipped up his sister's thin baby doll nightie to her delicious jutting pink-tipped breasts. "As the man said, sweet Sis, you can't win 'em all."
"Oh, shit!" She poked out a long slender tongue. "At least you can kiss me good night."
"Sure thing, my red-headed beauty!" Emile grabbed his voluptuous sister firmly to his naked body and soul kissed her slowly and thoroughly in the dimly lighted hallway. Monica slumped weakly against the wall and almost swooned. She had never before seen a brother and sister kiss in that fashion. Especially when the brother was stark naked and the sister practically nude.
"Oh, incest, beautiful incest!" laughed Babs and stroked Emile's penis for a few seconds. "I kiss thee, oh phallus of pleasure," she merrily sang out and, stooping low, glided her tongue along the length of her brother's stiff organ. Babs then danced on down the hallway toward the bathroom.
Monica jealously glared in Babs' direction a moment and poked out her slithering tongue. "You'll kneel and nibble for that, my darling!"
"You'll project 'em, my beloved, and get spanked!"
Emile chuckled and howled. He picked Monica up in his arms and headed for the master bedroom. "Glad you told her off," he remarked, kissing Monica. "If anybody gets her sweet butt smacked around here, it's going to be my darling sister."
Monica purred in his embrace. "I'll help you hold her," she said.
As he slowly turned around just inside his bedroom, Monica pushed the door shut with both feet. Emile gently dumped her upon his wide firm bed. He rushed to drive his terrific penis into her vulva, but it was like attempting to thread a moving needle. Monica laughed and was like quicksilver in his groping hands. They both broke out into a heated sweat, the scent of which had a powerful aphrodisiacal effect upon them.
At last, Monica gave in and she slumped limply into a reclining position. Emile stuffed a pillow beneath her buttocks to raise her sexual organs a little higher and afford himself a more exquisite thrill. Now he gently wedged his stiff phallus into the pulsating pink lips between her widespread thighs. Monica moaned loudly as she felt it slipping into her aroused depths.
Emile's mouth engulfed hers and they were closely contacted in two sensory spots. He became joyfully active pushing his throbbing penis in and out of her receptive vagina affording both the marvelous stimulation necessary to perfect enjoyment of the sexual congress. It was as though they both constituted a great orchestra and were slowly and inevitably leading up to the climax of some tempestuous symphony.
Monica's hips gyrated madly and as she felt the first preliminary spurts warming her delicate inner womb, she wound her shapely legs about him in an abandoned frenzy. They were both breathing hard as they sped to the dizzy peak of sexual ascent.
Emile ejaculated a sustained stream of semen into the writhing beauty and she met him with an answering seminal flow. They finally shuddered convulsively in each other's arms and his limp organ eventually slipped from the sticky clutch of her vagina and nestled against her hot thigh.
"You're wonderful, baby," Emile said.
"Only with you to help me," she replied. "You do your part so well that any woman ... even Babs would be delicious in your arms."
"Ohhh, hoss manure!" he scolded her and pinched both her erect nipples.
She giggled loudly. "And don't tell me you haven't fed it to her, sister or no sister."
Emile just grinned and buried his face between her fragrant up-slanted breasts and she leaned over gently, breathing moistly into his ear and caressing the long reddish curls growing down the back of his neck, and it was not too many minutes before his pointed organ looked rigid again.
"Do you think men will wear their hair long through the Seventies, Emile?"
"Oh, hell, who knows?" He nibbled hungrily on both her slender pink nipples. "All right, I got the message. I'll get a haircut Monday morning."
"No! She gripped his big, hard, round organ.
"Yes!" He greedily squeezed her luscious breasts, and had trouble controlling himself.
"Well, all right, but not all of it. Okay?"
"Okay! Don't be mad or frightened. Babs has been after me about it ever since you two sweet things arrived and blessed my leased pad."
"I want that big cock again," Monica purred.
This time she mounted him. It came as an exciting surprise. Even she could not recall having done it before. She was far too sex happy at the moment to try and remember. She had topped Babs before in cunnilingus and would do it again and again. Emile suddenly thrilled under the sweet pressure of her soft body against his. He held his legs stiffly together as she lowered herself down upon his yearning stiff cock, allowing him to enter her.
He tongued and sucked on her breasts as he felt her cunt coming down over his stiff cock. She lay down on him now, in perfect cohesion, having the full length of his penis in her. She rotated her flat belly against his, her cuntal muscles clutching and releasing his swollen manhood.
Emile humped upward, but Monica rode him successfully, up and down, sideways, holding on, keeping his cock deep within her.
"I'm gonna fill you, baby doll," Emile shouted.
"Go ahead, fill my belly! COME IN ME!" Monica was crazy for it now, wild.
Emile reached up and slapped her ass cheeks hard. She squealed and bore down even farther on his cock. He hit her again, this time digging his fingers into her flesh so it hurt. She pounded wildly.
"OH JESUS!" Emile yelled and slapped both his hands on her soft buttocks. He pumped a stream of cum into her box and shouted again and again in wild pleasure.
Monica loved it-a good fat cock in her cunt again-and her pussy twitched and her head was spinning as" she reached the high point of her orgasm.
Then she collapsed on him in a sweaty embrace of sexual satisfaction.
"And to think I just dropped in to take a leak!" Emile laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
Old Saint Nick was exceptionally good to Monica, considering the fact that she was still almost penniless, and anxiously wondering if Babs Fulco would ever acquire all the money she needed to open the massage and physical health spa. Emile had already shoveled out several thousand dollars to his beautiful redheaded sister, but it seemed to Monica that he desired more erotic interest on his cash money investments.
After becoming fairly disgusted with watching TV last Christmas night, Monica decided to investigate the stillness inside Emile's fancy, leased home. She turned out the lights, except for a table lamp.
Peeping into the cozy bedroom she shared with the impassioned Babs, she discovered it unoccupied. Well, perhaps her bed partner was in the bathroom. Unfastening the belt of the new blue robe Emile had given her for Christmas, Monica strolled casually into the bathroom. It was empty, although the light was on. She soon completed her usual nightly ablutions and came out. Where in the hell was Babs?
Monica strolled down the dimly lighted hallway. She suddenly paused before the partly opened door of Emile's master bedroom. His table lamp was on. Strange, impassioned, lustful sounds could be heard from inside the bedroom. Monica alarmingly tensed and stifled an excited outcry.
Brother and sister?
Emile and Babs were emitting sounds of physical emotions, gasping excitement, and sexual pleasure. Monica shivered all over with a sensuous thrill. She had only heard and read about the erotic intimacies enacted by brothers and sisters during the recent mod-swinging years. This sudden unusual caper compelled her to silently go forth and witness the sexual action inside Emile's bedroom.
Monica pushed the door inward and slowly made her nervous and quiet entrance. She saw Babs dressed in her long white silken nightgown, on her knees, with her backside pressed firmly against the foot of Emile's bed. Babette's flushed face was tilted backwards, her beautiful long red hair streaming over the bedcovers. Emile was stark naked! Babs gripped his hard, round, sharply-pointed penis in both her hands. She pulled on it as if they were playing a sexual game that had been performed many times before.
Emile moaned with deep pleasure, leaned downward and clasped his sister's rounded Cheeks between both hands, then lingeringly soul kissed her parted lush lips for several minutes. Babs gasped continually and hungrily drank her naked brother's deep kisses. Monica swayed unsteadily and knew she would soon be noticed by the erotic-loving brother and sister duo.
As Emile finally withdrew his tongue from between Babs' pouted sucking lips, her blue-greenish eyes opened wide. She stiffened momentarily, seeing Monica leaning against the bedroom wall and released her grip on Emile's raging sex organ.
"Ah-ohhh, brother dear! Look there! Don't you think we'd best strip luscious Monica nude and have her sit and watch our secret pleasures?"
Emile abruptly jerked to attention and tried to cover his throbbing red-tipped penis. Babs broke up in a fit of laughter. Monica merely blushed. Babs pulled her brother downward and whispered something into his flushed ear.
Soon, Emile walked over and confronted Monica. She submissively surrendered the splendid robe, which was all that covered her beautiful body, except for a pair of bedroom slippers on her feet. She poked out a teasing wicked pink tongue at the grinning luscious redhead, as Emile seated her in a chair near his wide low bed.
"Hmmm, you two," Monica purred, "let's see you thrill me." She strained backward as Emile fondled her firm rounded breasts and tweaked the aroused nipples. Then she welcomed his French kiss with craving thirst and reluctantly pushed him away as Babs whined and became uneasy.
Monica shuddered as Emile stalked over to his kneeling lust-sexed sister, stooped down and grasped the bodice of her silken nightgown with both hands and slowly ripped it from her pink-fleshed body. Monica moaned thrillingly as Babette's supple breasts jiggled and quaked. Emile pinched the nipples playfully.
Monica was spellbound by the exciting scene. This was something like she had never before observed. Emile turned his sister around. Her luscious buttocks projected upward like two ivory spheres. He knelt behind the lovely flesh and began to push his red-pointed phallus into her protruding anus. Monica clenched her nervous moist hands. Her tongue darted out and nervously licked her twitching lips. She panted fervently for breath.
Babs was passionately sobbing now, her flushed cheeks pressed against the bed. Her long fingers clenched into the bedcovers and then unclenched. She was on the threshold of enjoying blissful agony in the ecstatic torture of incestuous sodomy.
But now Emile was no longer responsible for his action, as he was consumed in passion. Neither could Monica remain seated in the leather-upholstered chair. Her aroused, inflamed, flushed body alighted from the chair and sprawled atop the bed near Bab's twisting contorted face. Monica grabbed a double handful of Babette's thick reddish hair and, pressing close, rubbed her moist hot lips over the beauty's left cheek.
As Babs twisted and strained her face upward, Monica captured the curved puckered lips with her own craving mouth. Babette's squirming buttocks were beautifully divided by her rectum out of which grew a fascinating silky bush of copperish hair. Emile's penis throbbed and raged at the resistance he was encountering and, with a sudden violent surge, he broke through into his sister's rectal passage. Babs uttered a howl like a maddened animal, but at the same moment she backed firmly against her brother's testicles. Babs sobbed and wiggled as though she intended to break off the hard-rounded phallus which was imbedded so deeply within her.
As Babs madly welded her tongue into Monica's mouth, flesh and blood could stand no more and at last Emile's orgasm released a spurting jet of semen like a warm douche into his, sister's rectal tunnel. Babs squealed and trembled with lusting pleasure. The quaking redhead was nearly beside herself with strange, wild ecstasy.
Monica eventually shook herself loose from the troilistic orgy and limped into the bathroom to grab a couple of towels. She quickly returned to the bedroom and found Babs and Emile embraced in one another's arms with tender loving contentment.
"Oh never-never anything so oddly sweet," Monica hummed.
"Glad you loved it, darling," said Babs, as they both fervently wiped Emile's sticky penis with one of the towels. "Between us three, honey-bun, we've been doing this ever since we were daring teenagers. I rather enjoy it. Big brother simply loves it."
Within minutes, it seemed natural to Monica that she lean downward and kiss the pink sharp-pointed head of Emile's organ. With her soft long hair brushing teasingly across Emile's naked flesh, Babs moved her face close to Monica's and began nibbling on her brother's big testicles. Emile's phallus soon began to enlarge and jump under the sensitive tender female stimulations by eager hot lips and moist tongues.
"Your turn is next, sweetheart," Babs whispered sensually.
"Thanks, baby," Monica purred, kissing Babs full on her wet lips.
Brother and sister tumbled Monica over on her shapely backside. She spread her legs, drawing up her dimpled knees and tantalized Emile by pretending to be unable to find a resting place for his enlarged penis. Emile grumbled and at last Monica guided the organ home within her pouted vagina. Babs cooed as her girl friend scored a perfect target.
Monica's delicately muscled vulva alternately pressed and released his thrusting organ as they came together in love's pleasant exercise. She struggled and frequently resisted, to extend the act as long as possible, fully realizing that Emile had already experienced one strong orgasm with his beautiful sister. As she speeded up the action, then slowed down, she discovered herself enjoying seeping orgasms of an unusual nature. This was something new and most pleasant for her. She was determined to prolong Emile's second climax. Babs sensed what Monica was doing and diverted all her attention and action upon the jet-haired beauty, finally extracting from the enthralled female a third and fourth sexual orgasm. Before Emile could ejaculate, Babs helped Monica to extract herself from underneath his thrusting movements.
The two women left Emile with his throbbing erect penis and departed to lay claim to a fifth of Scotch, glasses, and ice cubes. Within minutes, both had returned to the bedroom, stark naked, and were pouring iced highballs. Emile's spirits were doubly fired by the Scotch as he sat alongside the bed's edge.
Monica suddenly and bravely pushed Babs forward. "Oh, don't end up being a prude," she said. "Climb on and give your big brother a few real thrills."
"We ... we've only done it the other way," Babs said.
"I've only fucked her in the ass," Emile said, like a bashful boy.
"Then see what her pussy is like!" Monica insisted, directing big brother's cock to his sister's cunt.
"I didn't take my pill," Babs protested.
"Shit, I'll pull you off before he spurts. Then I'll take all that cum. I took my pill, you can bet on that!" Monica assisted Babs to straddle her brother's big cock.
"Oh, this is going to be fantastic," Babs said, looking down at the cock that had only been up her ass. Emile reached up and grabbed his sister's breasts and began fondling them.
"Fuck her hard," Monica ordered, and Emile shoved his hips forward and his cock disappeared into Babs' moist pussy. Brother was fucking sister under Monica's watchful lust-filled eyes.
Emile shoved upward again, this time pushing his balls up against Babs' ass, as Monica rubbed his nuts with her fingertips. She felt the hardness of his cock, and the soft pussy lips which were enclosing it. She felt a wave of new excitement run through her body.
Babs shuddered and slowly moved up and down on her handsome brother's hard phallus. "Ah, ohhh, this should have happened ages ago!"
"Yes! Oh, yes," he grunted, then slapped Babette's plump buttocks with a loud resounding .smack! She gasped anxiously and hugged his face to her shimmering rosy-tipped breasts. Monica closely observed as they rocked each other in this position which was so conducive to fucking. Brother and sister had started slowly but were soon swinging with heated rhythm. Babs snaked out her slender tongue and eagerly confessed to an enriched seminal orgasm. Emile grunted a warning of things to come. Monica somehow pulled Babs off her brother's stiff throbbing organ. While Emile allowed his generating climax to cool and stop from discharging, the sex-heated Babs promptly mounted Monica in Sapphic fashion and began ravishing for several more orgasms. Monica tightly locked her legs up around Babs' curved backside and gave active vent to the redhead's sexual desires. Within five minutes, Monica had helped Babs to utterly exhaust herself from explosive climaxes.
Emile sat atop the bed, his back propped against the splendid headboard and legs drawn together. Monica quickly put her head down on the huge tool rising from his loins. She sucked his cock as hard as she could, taking it all the way to the back of her throat. She fondled his balls and pinched his shoulder. He closed his eyes and moaned.
Then her mouth filled with his juice, spurting down the sides of his cock to his balls. Babs helped lick it up-both girls lapped up the cum, from his cock and balls, and finally curled up on each side of him and in minutes all three were asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Monica was glad the day Babs opened their Alexandria physical health center. It was like old-times again being seated behind a large polished desk with various office machines and ledgers to post. Babette did not let Monica forget how important she really was to the success of their new business.
A few days after the grand opening, Monica played one of her cute tricks on Babs by seriously pretending to cut all relations and moving on to newer erotic adventures in life. Babs immediately threw her worst emotional fit of all times. Monica made a quick phone call to the Ricebowl Club which brought over an excited and upset Emile Fulco. Before the partnership conflict had ended and everything returned to normal, Monica tearfully realized the full impact of Emile's strong hand across her sassy buttocks. She cried and laughed before he had finished with his hot-tempered beautiful sister. For some hangup reason, Monica had long cherished the moment when she could lustfully enjoy watching her beloved girl friend take a real hot spanking across her plump white buttocks. Only when Emile had changed the color of Babette's twitching rump to a bright blistering pink, did Monica jump up and throw herself into the middle of the squabble. She was somewhat surprised at her own diplomacy which soon cooled things and sealed the threesome even tighter.
* * *
A few weeks later, Monica began to spend her spare office time to the art of anatomy and the exhilarating effects of body manipulation. Babs had hung several new anatomical charts on the walls and Monica took a serious interest in them.
Fun day was when Babette lugged in a realistic plastic figure of a well-built male and shapely female, then posted them side by side in the small alcove adjoining the office and massage chambers. Monica found it exciting and educational learning the various nerve centers and nervous systems of both male and female which were indicated by red lines upon flesh-colored backgrounds of the lifelike manikins. Especially the sections around both sexual organs which were built so that the sections could be removed at will. Both manikins were marvelously constructed, astonishing the new customers who would come in, look around, then stand and gape at them.
Babs discussed the human system during group therapy. Monica would grin devilishly as the luscious redhead spoke with an air of great authority. Babs explained the various muscles and their functions; how the spine played such a tremendous part, and how it could be manipulated by a competent masseuse to give the patient considerable relief and stimulation.
As business progressed during the first weeks of the new year, Babs hired a professional masseuse to assist her at their physical health spa. Her name was Peggy Long. She was single, beautiful, and crowned with short, thick, curly blonde hair. The only thing that really bugged Monica was the fact that Peggy was ten years her senior. Peg soon developed a habit of calling Monica her "sugar baby." This burned Monica to the core, because Babs upheld and favored Peggy's experience in the massage and health profession. However, Monica was fully aware that she could always bring Babs down upon her dimpled knees at her will.
The day came soon enough when Monica became aware that sexy luscious Babette would privately inject the erotic into their thriving business for extra money. Monica was eager and ready, even if it did mean being hauled off to the city hall jail, since they could be exposed and legally charged with lewd business operations.
Even the enticing Peggy Long had been well briefed on what to expect from "special customer needs." Monica knew secret rehearsal training was soon upcoming and cunningly agreed one late afternoon to be Peggy's female customer who "suffered from nymphomania tendencies." Babs was busy completing a massage on a lady customer and her cute teenager daughter.
Modesty was a doubtful virtue in the massage and health spa. Monica teasingly took full advantage of the splendid opportunity to silently admire Peg's desirable qualities as the voluptuous woman slowly and expertly removed the jet-haired beauty's garments. The door of the massage chamber was locked and Monica knew Babs would have to use her key if she desired to enter later and witness the erotic exercise training. She smiled to herself, aware that the luscious redhead would intrude at the very first chance she got. Babs was most passionately jealous and extremely possessive whenever it directly concerned the beautiful Monica.
Peggy blushed with hot burning desires as her eyes scorched ravishing patterns up and down Monica's splendid olive-fleshed length.
"You dropped my panties, Peg," Monica scolded, as the nervous blonde employee attempted to control her sexual emotions. Monica snickered as Peggy's hands fumbled and dumped all the garments upon the thickly carpeted floor.
"Why, Peg dear, you don't act this way with your other female customers!" Monica welcomed the chance to chastise the other woman.
"Sugar baby, I ... " She stopped herself and turned around, facing the wall. She seemed emotionally upset.
Monica put her hands on Peg's shoulders and pressed her naked body to the woman. Then, slowly, Peg turned around. "I like, you, sugar babe, I like you lots!"
"Kiss me," Monica said hotly.
Peg closed her eyes and opened her lips. Monica slid her tongue halfway down the woman's throat and then their lips locked.
There was a click and the door opened! Babs stood there, hands on her hips. "Is this called giving a massage?" she cocked angrily.
"Miss Fulco, I was ... " Peg stammered.
"Fuck you! You were just putting the make on Monica, you bitch!" Babs spurted out.
"I was putting the make on her, baby," Monica shouted, slapping Babs across the face, and then pulling her to her naked body with a passionate kiss. Babs bit hard on Monica's shoulder as Peg watched in fascination. Babs looked up at Peg with hate in her eyes.
Peggy made a wild dash for the door. "I-I'll resign at once, Miss Fulco. I don't want any trouble, please." Monica and Babs exchanged understanding glances. They rushed over and practically dragged the confused Peggy to the padded rubbing table. As Babs locked the door, Monica climbed atop the massage bench.
"What Babs meant," Monica purred, "is that we're not to play behind her sweet back. What we three do together is something of another nature."
If Peggy was confused before, she was now at a total loss. Babs patted her delightful rump. "Well, Peg dear, get busy and do your thing on darling Monica. I'll want to compare our professional experience."
Peggy Long did not linger for a second invitation. Her seasoned warm hands branded sensual patterns on Monica's swelling thighs and slowly moved upward until the parted hips curved in under her. Peg's hands next dipped in at the slender waist and flared out again as they cupped Monica's firm, plentiful rose breasts. Peggy's hands lingered thrillingly at the breasts. She next expertly kneaded Monica's curved spine. The nude beauty felt a delightful tingle running up and down her supple backside.
"And if my customer suggests intimacy," lulled Peggy, sliding a long slender finger tenderly down the divide of Monica's buttocks. She gasped aloud and almost bowed up backward. Peg's fingers toyed amusingly upon the softness of her anus.
"Don't stop now, Peg dear," said Babs. "I want my sweet Monica to have a good hot orgasm. Please, give her your best!"
Peggy eagerly cooperated. Monica gripped the table's edge and vibrated physically from head to toe as the blonde's finger tips flicked into her tumid vulva. Monica soon began to whimper with sexual joy. Within another five minutes, Peggy had her in the turbulent depths of a wild masturbatory orgasm. As the nude's lubrication oozed forth, Babs seized a knotted handful of Monica's jet-black hair and triumphantly announced: "Our added services will include erotic sadism!" Babs raised her lilywhite hand and swiftly planted a hot palm imprint upon Monica's left buttock. Before the squealing Venus could protest, Babs branded an imprint across her right hip.
"So-sooo help me god, Babs!" Monica cried, quaking in pain atop the table, "I-I will leave you!"
"No!" Babs said, and immediately began kissing and licking the livid slap marks upon Monica's buttocks. "No-No!"
"All-all right!" Monica sighed, yet shuddering in pain. "Ohhh-ummm! Deeper, my honey pie! Oh, Babs, nip it good!"
Poor Peggy flushed scarlet, as Babette's long tongue stabbed deep into Monica's tumid vagina. The blonde moaned and vainly shook her head, then darted into the clothes closet. Peggy did not venture out until Babs was finished on Monica.
* * *
At closing time on Saturday afternoon, Monica, Babs, and Peggy were privately enjoying iced highballs. The two female operators of the Babs Fulco Health Spa had sworn to one another that neither had ever seen Peggy Long in the buff. Apparently after one more highball, the stimulated blonde masseuse would be ready for anything. The excuse was that Babs needed someone to practice upon and since Monica had begun her monthly period ...
With the establishment locked up for the day, the seductive couple had no difficulty luring Peggy into their main massage chamber. Monica and Babs fervently assisted the beautiful blonde in stripping naked. Craving soft hands helped the blushing nervous woman atop the padded table. Babs gasped aloud! Monica moaned ecstatically! Both sex kittens darted wet tongues across lush red lips. Babs winked sensually at Monica. The jet-haired female smiled erotically and quickly pressed her wet mouth to Babs' inviting lips.
Peggy was a pink-fleshed sight which caused Monica and Babs to check their sex-starved lesbian passions. In her late thirties, Peggy was ripe for love on the grand scale. She was truly voluptuous. Her hips, breasts, and thighs were all of the wonderful roundness which immediately inspired Monica and Babette.
As the redhead's greedy hands worked on Peggy's backside, Monica couldn't resist placing her own hands gently upon the fragrant flesh. Wherever her fingers rested for an instant, the imprint remained in the soft flesh. Peggy's body seemed to course with rich red blood. As Babette's hands explored the insides of Peggy's smooth thighs, Monica carefully kneaded the blonde's spine. The edges of her hands made a livid path on Peg's backbone. As Babs moved into the erotic art of masturbating the excited flushed blonde, Monica leaned down and kissed the soft nape. Soon, both co-partners were eagerly seducing the enthralled wiggling nude. Peggy finally cried out and experienced a violent orgasm.
Before they departed for the night, the phone rang and Babs took the call. It was an Air Force officer, who evidently was feeling his liquor. Babs knew him well, since she had given him massage treatments a number of times. He was a forty-year-old jet fighter pilot with a hundred dollars to burn.
"Our first venture into the erotic, my dolls," giggled Babs, after Babs had hung up the phone. "Darn it, I'm starved and he'll be here within an half hour."
"We'll keep him warmed up," offered Monica, "while you dash to the Ricebowl and grab a bite to eat."
Peggy blushed hotly, but added, "Sure thing, Babs. We won't let that Air Force hundred bucks fly off."
Babs grabbed her handbag and dug out the car ignition keys. "Okay, kittens," she remarked, staring at Monica and Peggy rather suspiciously. "Just you both remember that he wants sex with me. Don't become too eager and fly him off, huh?" She didn't want to lose out.
Monica promised that they would not foul up the first safari into the realm of commercial sexuality. She well knew what the money would mean to their business. Peggy was now part of the scheme and she'd get her share of the rake-off.
It didn't take Monica but a minute to gain the heated interest and confidence of the handsome Air Force fighter pilot. Babs had screened him out a few days before, since he had previously made a number of passes at her and a few at Monica. While Peggy began undressing the officer, Monica made some excuse and departed to drive his car around to the rear of the building. They had to be careful; one bad slip and the lid would blow off for sure.
After locking the back door, Monica used the inside hallway and soon returned to the action. She smiled with a devil-grin as the nervous and flushed Peggy worked her hands up and down the pilot's muscular white backside.
"Your sugar baby will have to knock that blushing hangup, honey," Monica said, lifting the towel from the man's firm buttocks and suddenly wiping the beads of sweat from Peggy's forehead. For a moment, Peg trembled all over. She finally adjusted herself as Monica calmly and expertly rubbed her warm hands over the rounded smooth flesh. The fellow grinned and stirred. Monica then turned Peggy half around and swiftly unzipped her white uniform.
The officer raised his head and stared around at them. He was enjoying the show. Monica soon had Peg stripped to her strapless bra and skimpy black panties. The pink-skinned blonde beauty shivered with unaccustomed shame and quickly decided that she was not the only one to exhibit luscious female flesh. Peggy wheeled Monica around and nervously dug for the hidden zipper on the jet-haired creature's elaborate blue dress.
"Hellfire!" muttered the Air Force officer. "What a real flesh show. Better than any damn X-rated movie!" He rolled over atop the table. Monica sniggered lustfully as she coveted her mysterious eyes upon his rising organ.
"That darling redhead had better get her finger out and hurry it up. I can't resist that much longer!"
As Monica offered him her magnificent olive-tinged breasts to fondle and squeeze, they heard the metallic sound of a key turning in the door's lock and almost immediately Babs entered the massage chamber. She hesitated and looked back as Peggy fled from the erotic scene.
"What's bugging her, baby?" Babs asked, as Monica artfully assisted with the undressing.
"Oh, poor confused Peggy! She needs more training in erotic pleasure, I'm afraid."
When Babs was stark naked, Monica helped her atop the padded table. "We'll have to train on her," murmured Babs, straddling her eager "patient" between her sleek massive legs. Babs needed the necessary love stimulation before entering directly into the coitus act. She eased her firm melon-heavy breasts down upon his hairy thorax and teasingly moved the rosy nipples back and forth.
"No dry run this mission, my handsome officer," cooed Babs. She untied her thick mop of reddish twisted-up hair and as it tumbled onto his thrilled flushed face, she pressed on downward and kissed him with fiery passion.
Within minutes, his long hard cock stiffened to the utmost and pointed almost straight upward. "Ummm, it's the real thing!" sighed Babs, working into position over his hardened organ.
"Shall I exit now, lover?" Monica joked, quaking with sexual desire. Babs pouted a smile and watched the guy's expression.
"Hell, no!" he retorted. "Where in hell did that cute blonde go?"
"Sorry about that," Monica smiled. "She turned chicken on us. We'll gig her good tomorrow!" She slipped off her panties and moved up close behind Babs as the sex doll flung back her long tresses and gently descended upon the fly-boy's upright penis. Babs moaned as she took his full length into her lubricated vagina. She slowly rocked to and fro like a rider with the leisurely motion on a gaiting horse.
"A red-haired Lady Godiva?" Monica giggled, rubbing and fondling Babs' twisting humping white hips.
The entwined love couple were soon too busy for anything else but their own sexual enjoyment. Babs gave him everything she had and them some. She rode his throbbing cock to such a wild extent that it often slipped from her twitching cunt. Monica earned her pleasures and profit by grasping his moist unchained organ and expertly guiding it back into Babette's receptive vagina.
Finally, Babs pulled off the young man's thick dick. Monica took his cock into her mouth and sucked. She tasted Babs' cunt juices, which only excited her more. Then Babs put her head between his legs and started nibbling on his balls.
Finally, Babs worked her face up so she was kissing Monica with the guy's dick between their lips. They ran their tongues around his cock, into each other's mouth, over each other's lips. It created a fantastic and stimulating effect on his senses-he sat up and looked down to see the two beautiful women making love to each other and to his cock at the same time. It was too much for him.
"Here comes the payoff!" he shouted. White cream started spurting between their lips and they alternately took drinks of his cum. Monica slurped a wad into her mouth, and then Babs took the next shot, alternating, then licking all the white juice that had run down the shaft, licking it off his balls.
Finally he fell back on the table again, and Monica took his dick in her mouth and held it gently on her tongue till it softened, while Babs caressed his balls and relaxed.
When it was over, the guy got up and smiled. "Man, this is some place!"
Monica and Babs winked at each other.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Business increased. The Babs Fulco Health Spa became a popular place. Monica and Babs were careful to screen their erotic-inclined clientele, the policy being to let the customer feel out the establishment-and for the girls to give him approval. Sometimes they stalled off a prospect for days or even weeks before allowing him a taste of their special services.
Emile was the only "client" who came and went as his passions dictated. He had free sexual run of his sister's place, and he could go there anytime he felt like fucking or getting sucked off. With one exception-the only thing that he couldn't cut was Peggy and her strange hangups.
And Peggy did have hangups. She'd start in a session with Babs, or with Monica, working on a guy's big dick, and then she'd suddenly run out of the room. Or she'd lead Babs on till the girl was juicing in her panties, and then Peggy would back out, or go home.
One night, shortly after closing, Babs, Emile and Monica grabbed Peggy and taught her a lesson once and for all. They tied her down to a massage table, ripped her clothes off, and then started in on her. Emile shoved his super-thick cock into her pussy, all the way to the hilt, and then pulled it out and stuck it in her mouth, saying, "See what your cunt tastes like!"
As Peggy was forced to suck his dick, Monica finger-fucked her, and Babs worked on her breasts, massaging them, biting them, loving them. Emile filled her mouth with so much cum, she almost gagged, but, it finally broke down some of her fears and frustrations-she even let Emile fuck her again while she licked Monica's pussy.
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Business continued over the weeks at an incredible pace. Babs had a closed-circuit TV unit installed, and she'd spend hours just sitting, one hand up her cunt, watching what was going on in the massage rooms. She'd especially like it when Peggy would get a nice Air Force serviceman all heated up by massaging all around his cock, then leave the room. The guy would usually whip out his cock and masturbate, and Babs particularly loved watching.
Though the place was frequented by men, some lesbians began to show up, and Monica and Babs were only too happy to please them. Some of the scenes played on sadism, but Babs wouldn't allow whips or canes or rods. She didn't want to develop a reputation for a strictly S&M place.
Peggy Long became a real asset to the business on a late Saturday afternoon when Monica and Babs acquainted her with a tall handsome and youthful Air Force first lieutenant. He appeared to be no more than an overgrown boy to Monica, but she had given him the third degree a few times before. He was a new jet fighter pilot and daring enough to bring up the subject of fellatio, once Monica really pinned him down on his erotic desires and tastes. Somehow, Peggy took a magnetic craving to perform on the dashing lad.
"He wants a real suck job," Monica whispered teasingly into the blonde's scorched ear.
Peggy flinched only momentarily. "Bring on the Scotch and plenty of ice, sugar baby! I'll nibble his organ off right down to the balls!"
Monica could hardly believe her own cute burning ears. "You've come a long way, Peg, baby! Have a ball!"
The blonde nodded eagerly. "I hope that kid stud is in no big hurry to fly off somewhere."
Monica shook her head. She knew he had waited for this for weeks. "He's certainly in no rush. Take all the time you need." She unlocked a large supply closet and went inside to where they had an electric icebox. Monica soon came out with a tray bearing all the necessary refreshments.
Babs carefully secured the building and accepted the anxious youth's one hundred dollars. The female trio escorted their guest into one of the massage chambers.
It soon became apparent that the excited young client desired privacy with Peggy. Monica and Babs set everything up and departed. They both sniggered and beat a hot path to the closed-circuit TV. They watched on the small screen as Peggy knelt beside her hero upon a low unfolded leather couch. Monica had to adjust the volume because Peggy and her customer talked in low tones.
"Since you want this to last and last, dear boy," they heard Peggy nervously gasp out, "I-I'll take my time."
"Tha ... that feels awfully good, beautiful," he finally blurted. "Maybe I'm losing some grip, but is-is that your natural hair?"
They intently observed Peggy teasing him. "Yes, handsome." Her voice barely came through the speaker. She finally hesitated on giving him an alcohol rub down. They saw Peggy move down and offer the almost naked fellow a fondling caress of her short, curly blonde hair. He became quite engrossed and thrilled, even kissing her long and impulsively. She whispered something into his ear. He raised up and unzipped her short white uniform.
Monica and Babs stared closer at the small square TV screen. They watched impassionately as the youthful man practically undressed himself. He stood in his shorts.
"He enjoyed that part," Monica said to Babs, as both finally noted that Peggy was stark naked.
The young man pulled his shorts down to his knees and stood there as his hard throbbing penis stuck out before him. "That's beautiful meat," Babs said, putting her arm around Monica.
"Look at the size of it!" Monica answered, wishing to hell she herself was in the room with him.
The handsome young man had the soft flesh of a pubescent schoolboy-but muscles rippled through the soft skin and a few hairs sprinkled his chest. A light patch of fuzz made a halo around the base of his long penis, and his strong muscular legs glowed in the light of the room.
Monica and Babs watched breathlessly as the boy grabbed Peggy and kissed her. She reached between them and grasped hold of his cock, fondling it till it stood against her belly. Then he started rubbing his fingers in her hair as her head crept down, down, down, till she was on her knees in front of his organ of love.
"Baby, that's a mouthful!" Babs said.
"Suck it good, Peg," Monica whispered, her mouth open in excitement.
Peggy opened her lips and took the head of his huge organ. She fit her soft lips around it and flicked the little slit in the end with her tongue. The boy moaned and spread his legs, firmly planting them on the floor, as he leaned his ass against the massage table. Then he shoved forward just a little and another inch slid into Peg's throat. Little by little, the guy's cock disappeared into Peg's face-Babs and Monica could actually see how her throat swelled when the head of his cock fit into it! He had every inch inside her, and finally she pulled away because she couldn't breathe.
"Oh, blondie, you've got a mouth made for it!" the young man said, closing his eyes in ecstasy.
She took her time. She sucked, then pulled her lips away and played with his cock and balls for a few minutes, then she nibbled there, brushing her hair over his penis, sending shivers up his spine. She turned him around and made him bend over the massage table. Then, with a wink at the camera which was concealed in the wall, she turned and started kissing his ass. Her lips moved over his smooth butt until she dug her tongue between the hairy line in the center-her tongue slid into his asshole and he howled in pleasure! At the same time she reached between his legs and grabbed his cock and pulled it down, beating it against the cold metal side of the massage table. He almost came, but Peg stopped just in time and told him to lay down on the table.
He lay there, legs spread, hands under his head, cock sticking into the air, as Peg brought her head down to his body. She took his balls first, sucking them up into her mouth, both of them. "Oh Jesus, how do they fit in your mouth?" he moaned.
Monica and Babs were sitting watching in stunned silence-Peg had certainly learned fast!
Then Peggy took his cock in her mouth and started sucking wildly, pumping her face up and down on the cylinder, wanting him to shoot off in her throat! But he had another idea.
"Will you ... will you beat me off, then lick it all off my body? I'll come again, because I'll get so hot from watching you lick my hot cum. I promise." He was heated and anxious and feeling a little crazed.
"I don't believe it!" Babs said, fingering her clit as she watched the fantastic sexual scene.
"This has got to be number one in the ratings," Monica joked, equally as turned on.
Peg took the guy's cock in her hand and started jerking him off-up and down, as he watched, spreading his legs, waiting to see himself shoot. His balls contracted and swelled stood back, waiting for the fireburst, and in a second he shot a geyser of sperm into the air. She beat his dick with each spurt, as he watched, excited. His chest and balls and thighs were covered with large splotches of milky cum, and his cock remained rigid and wet, glistening with his liquid.
"Lick it all up, honey, like a little kitten," he said softly, pushing her head to his body.
Peg moaned and sucked the cum off him-she let her tongue lap up the big thick wads, then she sucked it off his balls and rolled her face in it on his thighs. Her face glistened as his cock did.
He was wild now, on fire, as he shoved her head back to his cock and began fucking up with his hips, smashing his cock deep into her throat. "Take me, baby!" he shouted.
"Far out!" Monica gasped.
"Suck it all down, suck my cum!" Then he gave a last jerk, let his head fall back to the table and shoved Peg's head into his groin as he bucked his hips in the air. He came a second time, more than the first, violently. White creamy semen gushed from her distended lips as she tried unsuccessfully to drink it from his spouting cock. Tears were in her eyes and her hair was matted with sweat.
Finally, he let go and she pulled her head up. But she went back for more, sucking him a third time, till he came again-and this time his cock finally went limp and Peg collapsed into a chair. The young man looked like the happiest guy in the world. He had come three times and nothing could have made him feel better. He slugged down a drink and sat up, his cock hanging limply between his legs.
"Some place you run here," he said smiling.
"That's for fucking sure," Babs said, still looking at the TV as Monica slid her tongue up her cunt. Babs looked down and ran her hand over Monica's hair-she purred and closed her eyes.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Strange things began to happen with relationships-as usually happen. Babs had been cool to Monica for the past few weeks, taking more interest in Peggy. But she also had it in mind that Peggy should marry Emile, which would keep both her brother and working girl in a nearby position-and in her bed.
Then into the scene stepped Tod Lewis, a sullen beanpole in his early fifties-married three times, and currently working at getting Babs to become Mrs. Lewis Number Four. Monica met him at a private party-Emile and Tod were business partners, and gave the party themselves-and Tod managed to maneuver her into one of the back rooms and started pawing over her.
"I thought you loved Babs?" Monica said.
"I do. But I like your titties too," Tod mumbled, pinching her nipples through the top of her dress.
"Will you please stop that?" Monica asked, pulling away.
Tod grabbed her, swung her around, and pinched her ass till she let out a little scream. She suddenly began to realize what a sadist he was. She ran back into the club, where some go-go dancers-two girls and a boy, all scantily clad-were gyrating wildly to rock music.
Peggy was dancing in the middle of the floor. Babs was drunkenly prancing around, with her skirt raised above her shoulders. Her panties were flimsy and everyone could see the hairy bush of her cunt.
A moment later, Emile, also smashed out of his mind, pulled down the zipper of Peg's dress and told her to take it off. The music increased-louder, faster-as the go-go kids took off their costumes and danced bare on the stage-the boy swung his long cock around as the girls jiggled their breasts.
Emile unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He pulled Peggy to the floor, where she squirmed out of her dress and spread her legs. He ripped her panties open-not bothering to take them off her body-and shoved his cock all the way up her cunt. Everyone in the place stared at them-stunned!
Tod moved closer to Monica, but she stepped away, anxious to watch Emile fuck Peg on the floor. Babs moved in close too, wanting to see her brother give it to her female employee.
The go-go boy started beating his cock and one of the girl dancers fell to her knees, mouth open, ready to take his hot cum. Another woman began to strip her clothing off.
Babs stood behind Monica.
The go-go boy shot off all over the kneeling girl's face! Emile smashed his cock in and out of Peg's cunt.
Babs pushed Monica into Tod's arms, and somebody flipped out the lights and all erotic hell broke loose. Women screamed and glass broke and doors slammed shut.
Monica discovered herself being dragged and shoved into one of the rooms off the dance floor. It was dark inside but she knew it was Babs who was bolting the door. She trembled, instantly realizing that Tod and Babs were going to ravish her. Tod's lips found hers in a long wet kiss. It was as though a bomb had exploded within her. His hands were working in the delicious suppleness of her bosom. They separated and excitingly ripped the binding garments from her shoulders. Monica felt Babs' hands tearing off her panties.
Within moments, they had her stripped nude. Tod's hands joined together between her jutting breasts and hot thighs. Babs helped Tod search for the lips of her quivering pussy. He gently spread them apart, giving the speechless girl time to respond to the excitement of the moment. They stretched her down upon a leatherette sofa. Monica's breathing was labored and difficult. She lay there a willing foil as Babs practically tore the clothes off Tod. He mounted her and Babs cheerfully inserted his hard slender prick into the jet-haired beauty's vagina.
"Babs! You-fucking CUNT!" squealed Monica, as Tod's penis rammed to its full length into her womb. "I-I'll whip your white butt for this some day!"
She heard Babs giggle and vaguely saw the redhead shake her long wild hair. "No, darling, but you can watch Tod lash an orgasm from me one night before too long."
Monica's passions were inflamed. Her long legs bound Tod tightly to her, locking him in a carnal clasp. They kissed and clawed, getting the sexual feel of each other. Tod wiggled a bit and Monica rose to meet him, to absorb everything he had. Now his phallus was in as far as it could possibly go.
She laughed almost hysterically. "Papa mia, that's a mighty spicy meatball you got in me!"
"Ah, hell!" growled Tod, as Babs broke up in a fit of drunken hysterics.
"Rock me," Monica murmured, again encouraging her ravisher. She hated him and yet she couldn't stop!
As Babs pantingly observed, they made a living cradle of desire as they rocked themselves toward a state of physical satisfaction. Tod struggled desperately to prolong the act before ejaculation terminated the preliminary pleasure. Monica's vagina contracted and tightened about his organ until it was beyond his power to delay the crisis much longer. Her pleasure rose in intensity to blend together with his. Babs pressed her slender fingers into his anus and Tod's orgasm erupted. His semen spurted into Monica's vagina and her climax mingled with his in unspeakable bliss. Gently, they relaxed in each other's arms.
Love's sexual battle had momentarily ended. Tod's penis shriveled and slipped from her moist vagina. After a while, life began to return to Tod's cock as he cradled it between the deep cleft of Monica's breasts. It throbbed in her lovely valley as it renewed its strength.
Monica was a helpless mass of nude flesh as they lifted her from the warm sofa. As Tod held her upright on her bare feet, Babs secured her wrists with a soft silken scarf and tied her arms high overhead to a brass chain that also suspended a ceiling lamp. She gasped and shivered, thrillingly surmising that she would now feel her first sexual whipping. Instead, Babs lubricated Monica's anus with a skin lotion. Tod then came up behind her and, capturing her up-slanted firm breasts in his hands, he began probing his erect penis into her tender rectum. She squirmed and chokingly sobbed forth a thin stream of tears. This act of sodomy was painful for Monica. She would have bawled for mercy, but Babs suddenly knelt in front of her and began nibbling on her ejected slender clitoris. The erotic sensation was now two-fold.
As Tod withdrew his penis at intervals and then drilled her anus with it, Babs tongue-flogged her pouted vagina. They built a sexual congress into a thing of major proportions. His prick darted in and out of her rectum like a hot poker. He worked it around until it touched rectal areas that no douche or enema had ever touched before. Monica entered into the unusual loveplay. Babs gripped the flanks of her hips and sank her slender tongue to its utmost length. Monica wiggled and rocked her buttocks as Tod ejaculated into her pulsating rectum.
Monica was left alone in the room, on the floor. Babs had taken off with Tod, joining in the orgy in the main room, leaving Monica to wonder and to think as Tod's cum slid slowly out of her asshole. For a few moments she hated sex, hated men and women, hated life. She wished she had never been born. What was her life all about? Sex. Herself. Her personal life style. Fuck everybody else, she'd carry on. She'd make it.
And she did. Peggy and Emile became engaged soon after the dance-Monica told them they had unofficially announced it by "fucking in front of fifty-seven people"-and Tod and Babs were talking about their upcoming wedding. Weddings-Monica hated the word itself. Love and sex, fine. Marriage? Shit.
Monica kept a suitcase packed in the trunk of her new car-she was, at least, making money-just in case the police got wise to the Fulco Health Spa. She could be on her way through Cajun country in no time. No regrets, nothing left behind.
But till then she went on living with Babs.
* * *
Monica often gritted her lovely white teeth and concluded that Babs was something of a gorgeous nut in the field of ESP. She read Monica's mind far too good for the likes of the beautiful dark-haired Cajun woman. Every time Monica became restless with Babs and Emile, it seemed that Emile had planned something special which would cheer her up-and usually it was another orgy at the Ricebowl Club. And that's the place they were going again.
She could have kicked herself, wondering why she looked forward to the long night with considerable anticipation. She undressed to bathe in Emile's extra bathroom and was lucky to find it unoccupied, since Peggy had moved into the house with them.
Monica showered, then rubbed down, standing before the full-length bathroom mirror which framed her glowing pink-fleshed loveliness. She rubbed her smooth belly vigorously and gingerly fondled the rounded fullness of her ivory-smooth breasts, which pointed straight out before her. She massaged them, glorying in their size. She eventually donned a gown of black velvet with a plunging neckline that she had not worn before. Monica styled her shining hair about her head in a soft winding curl-up. From her ear lobes hung antique golden earrings that Rufus Jaspers had given her. She dreamed about him frequently and that strangely troubled her.
Later in the night, the noisy ribald party inside the Ricebowl Club progressed into the usual sexual orgy. Earlier there had been a contest to see who had the finest breasts and Monica was among the first to allow her shoulder straps to be unhooked at the silver clasps. The male pack returned to Monica's breasts for seconds and even thirds. She was grateful that none of the excited guys became too rough with her twin ivory mounds, which pointed slightly upward like pink-tipped bayonets.
There was no conclusion to the breast contest. The lights suddenly went out and there followed a mad scramble as men and women mingled in an inextricable jumble. Monica reached out a hand and felt the naked breast of a youthful girl. Emile and Tod had "smuggled" in several teenage girls that night. She clung to the breast for some perverse reason. Her other hand was soon seized and pressed to the crotch of a man. In an instant, Monica had his pants unzipped and a fat erect penis shook in her hot hand. She laughed and frigged away until she felt a warm sticky emission coating her slender fingers.
Long nails scratched her nude backside and then a soft feminine mouth glued to hers and she lay tongue to tongue with a pussycat in the darkness. Monica was sure she had never tasted those Sapphic lips before.
She next felt male hands raising her skirt and then gliding robustly up the sensitive insides of her thighs. When they got as high as the lips between her tingling legs, she crossed them and held the hands prisoner. She moaned as her legs were gently but firmly spread apart and she next felt a hard penis head ramming her soft vagina. Monica's would-be lover was suddenly pulled away, and she shook herself free from her other captors and managed to crawl out of the lust-maddened pile.
She was all for ducking out of the nightspot, when someone clicked on the lights. Monica blinked in surprise! Men and women were satisfying their desires in chain fashion. In some cases two men were ravishing one woman. The lesbians and homosexuals were plainly identified in that instant flash. One male was rimming another's anus and ecstasy was written over their features. Two naked teenage girls were lying together and rubbing their clits with such wild passion that they slid and rolled about upon the nightclub floor.
A mad cry erupted when the lights came on. Monica looked all around to see who had pulled the dirty trick. She got a good glimpse of Peggy as the nude blonde threw the switch and plunged everything into blackness a second time. Monica thought she heard Emile curse the luscious creature for her actions.
Monica shivered and knew this was one orgy that was becoming too rough even for her experienced erotic tastes. She found the long service bar inside the club and worked her way carefully behind it. She continued to search in the semi-darkness until she found her large handbag. She slipped the leather strap over one shoulder and felt her way along the wall and silently moved toward the rear hallway. She knew how to get out through the back entrance, if she could successfully reach it.
Midway down the shadowy hall, she heard excited voices far behind her. She ducked behind a large stack of cardboard boxes. The rear entrance was only a few feet away. She heard female sobbing and the scuffling of moving feet.
"You naked bitch!" It was Emile's enraged voice. He was shoving the frightened Peggy along in front of him. "I'll punish you for turning on the lights! I'll show you no slut can make a fool out of Emile Fulco and his friends!"
Monica saw him drag the terrified nude blonde up a short stairway and into an office room. The lights suddenly flashed on and Monica shrank down into the dark corner. What was he going to do with Peggy? Emile's face frightened her. In the dim shadows, she had never seen him so hard and cruel-looking.
She gripped her handbag tightly and was about to climb up a narrow ledge and peep through one of the inside office windows, when she heard other voices approaching down the hallway. Monica pressed back into the darkness. She glanced out only far enough to recognize, Babs and Tod Lewis going up the few steps and into the lighted office. Monica heard drunken laughter and hysterical female voices from inside the private office.
Knowing that it was now a dangerous risk, Monica decided she had to see what they meant doing to Peggy. As Monica worked on up the ledge and peered into the lighted office through one of the small glass windows, she saw Emile force Peggy down onto a leather bench, then straddled her white body with both his legs. He tightly gripped her waist between his legs, her jiggling white buttocks before his flushed face. Monica alarmingly saw Tod take a slender ornamented riding crop from one of the desk drawers and flex it in his hands. He stalked up behind Peggy and licked his lips. Tod swished the crop smartly and it descended down upon the blonde's quivering flesh. Peggy uttered a piercing scream and the braided leather slashed her soft buttocks a second time. Monica somehow stifled the scream in her throat and watched as the flicking crop implanted long blood-red welts across Peggy's snowy hips.
Spellbound, Monica caught a glimpse of Peggy's tear-streaked face and her flushed cheeks. Peggy had stopped screaming, but Monica heard the whipped blonde sobbing with a kind of strange emotional rapture. It seemed to Monica that perhaps Peggy was on the brink of a pain-injected sexual orgasm. Monica was hoping that the sadistic orgy would end there, but things erupted into sheer madness when Babs tore off her bra and panties and then, in a state of insane nudity, grabbed the leather crop from Tod and began furiously lashing Peggy across her already striped buttocks.
Each thudding whack touched off something wild inside the sadistic redhead and now she was out of control. Blood seeped from Peggy's criss-crossed ruptured welts and Tod had his hands full trying to wrestle the blood-stained crop from Babette's vise-gripped hand. Even Emile had released the pain-crazed blonde and was trying to help Tod get Babs under control. Monica saw Peggy trying to get up from the leatherette bench but the whipping had been too much for the blonde beauty. She half stood, then collapsed upon the floor in a silent crushed heap of pain-racked nude beauty.
Monica got down off the ledge and left through the rear door. She pushed it shut behind her and breathed the night air. She decided it would be a good time right then and there to get the hell far out of Alexandria.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Monica read later about the raid, the police dragging off Emile and Tod, the subsequent closing of the Fulco Health Spa. She had escaped just in time-and she was free, on her own again, with money in her pocket, and a desire to see the country. She was tired of the Cajun country; she wanted out of the South. So she traveled-from St. Louis to Chicago, where she fucked a truck driver and a businessman at the same time, to Minneapolis where she shacked up for a few weeks with a farm boy with an eight-inch dick. Then she drove through the snows of South Dakota, through the Rocky Mountains, through Aspen and finally down to Albuquerque. It was there she met Phil. He was tall, handsome, exciting in a way Monica had never known. There was a sensitivity about him. He was sexual and their initial encounter consisted of a fast fuck in the back seat of her car. They lived together for a few weeks. Monica had planned to move on to California, but she lingered in New Mexico. She liked the climate, the newness of the place, the people. But most of all she liked Phil.
He was in his last year at the university, and already he'd received offers from major companies as an engineer. His future was set. Monica liked that. And she liked his body just as much. He was the only guy she'd ever met who didn't pull any shit on her. He fucked her, sucked her, slapped her firmly but gently when she needed it, and hugged and held her when she needed caring and tenderness. He had a beautiful big cock and loved having her stick a finger up his asshole she sucked him off. He ate her pussy like no one had ever done before. Why? Why was sex between them so thrilling, so much more than ever before?
They had fallen in love. For the first time in Monica's life she had fallen in love-sex hadn't been the basis, though it was a strong point. She really loved this guy! And he loved her, adored her. They were afraid to tell each other, afraid the confession would scare the other away. Monica lingered on in Albuquerque, setting her departure time back week after week. Months went by. They knew; there had been no words, but they knew. Love was keeping them together and love would never allow them to part.
One night, after a wild bout of fucking, Monica lay curled up in Phil's lap, tenderly playing with his half-hard glistening cock. "Phil, I don't want to go to California," she admitted.
"I don't want you to," Phil answered.
"I want to stay with you forever," she purred, kissing the tip of his penis. It started to get hard again.
"I'll never let you out of my sight, Monica," he said, and bent down to kiss her.
After a few minutes, she took his cock in her hand and looked at it. All the other dicks she had sucked before, all the sexual adventures she had braved, none of them mattered any longer-nor did she remember half of them. They had all been temporary thrills. Now she had something more-the permanent thrill of loving and pleasing the man she loved.
"Suck my cock nice and slow, honey," Phil whispered, settling back on the bed. "I want to give you a nice drink of my love juice."
Without a sound, Monica slid her lips down over the tip of his penis. This was how she wanted to live-she never wanted to lift her head from his penis. She felt his hand tracing fingers along the lips of her pussy. She was home, safe, sound, excited and so very fulfilled.
The Cajun beauty had finally found what she had been looking for.
