BEE-0933

A Perfect Sexual Match

by Graham Thompson



Chapter 1

By the time I was twenty years of age, I really wanted desperately to become a Broadway actress, but, instead, like a lot of other girls, I became a fulltime waitress and worked the tourist tables at Emilio's down in the Village.

Then I got to be lucky and was living with a nice guy, a good-looking young actor name Ronald McKay, and he and I had been acting in the theatre since going to high school, you know, doing scenes, making the rounds, reading for parts we never got.

We often stayed up all night reading for off-Broadway plays never produced, and we sent out pictures, or we tried to call would-be agents, or we'd just spend the day talking with other actors and generally being with people who were involved in getting our names spread around.

Going to acting classes and sending out my resume and spending carfare making my rounds every morning, I finally got a bit part in an independent movie being filmed in 16mm by a young woman at NYU's film school, and this was a very small part, and from the money I earned I had to work at waitressing only part-time.

It was during this period in Emilio's terrace cafe that I eventually met Richard, whom the other waitresses called 'the light of my life'.

I used to walk from Ronald's and my tiny apartment everyday from the lower Eastside, and once at work, I have a nice section in the Cafe out on the front terrace, which was Sixth Avenue then, and often I would see this very nice older man alone and drinking rum and coke, maybe just looking around at the street, or maybe sometimes over at us, sometimes at me.

You could certainly say that Richard was older than I was, say in his fifties, which definitely was not my style, because I was only twenty, and although my few girl friends always told me that I had a great figure, a curvy body, with gorgeous full breasts and nice long legs under my jeans, I never was at a loss attracting men.

But, in this case, I found out that one just didn't show off one's qualities to this man, this Richard, but often I would smile at him, and he would return it.

He had a nice face and he was quite strong, had great, wonderful eyes and a full head of hair which he kept nicely trimmed.

I thought of myself then as being more than just cute. I had this youthful and marvelous body, and I had a most pleasant face, a very nice complexion, kissable lips, and my eyes were a shade of blue with yellow specks.

And here I was, living with this live-in lover, or whatever the hell you'd call him, so I wasn't looking around, or even playing around, although hardly a day passed in that cafe that less then thirty men didn't offer their pricks to me, or rub my breasts in passing, or make hot sexy comments.

So I was living with Ronald and taking care of his cats and his sleepy dog and shopping for his frozen suppers and cooking things for one, and this took a lot of my time.

I should tell you right here that where sex and fucking was concerned, I would say that Ronald was your typical ordinary every day kind of fool. Sex didn't mean very much.

Maybe he would kiss my breasts once in a very great while, or he'd play with my pussy with his fingers, and let's say that was about all.

But when he did have a minute or two and his prick was hard, he wanted to fuck, that's what he did; he'd slip his dry hard cock into my pussy, jazz it around, make lots of noises, then instantly come.

I can still see him. He'd raise up, take one last look at my hopeful face and then he'd roll over and go to sleep. I never had an orgasm with Ronald and he never once asked if I did.

For example, when I thought I looked nice, Ronald never told me how nice I looked, and he never ever went shopping with me, or commented on my new clothing, or my selection of heels, or looked at me in my underwear, or for that matter, in the nude.

When I was naked that summer, Ronald might ask, "aren't you chilly?" which I thought was rather silly.

He was an absolute disgrace in bed and I knew he couldn't care less about me sexually, but then I didn't care. Ronald McKay was determined to be a movie star and he worked at it overtime. And me, I was his number one fan.

Then one day it happened. At Emilio's. I was waitressing out on the terrace, and it was an Indian summer day with a chill in the air, and I had my tight cashmere sweater on which did more than reveal my breasts. It formed each one so sweetly, you could see the curvy side and my nipples sticking through.

In fact, the neckline when I leaned over exposed more than one half of my tittles, and I'm sure you could see down to my bare nipples. I never wore a brassiere or panties and everybody knew this. The guys there used to kid me all day, running their fingers down my spine or over my back.

When his waitress was gone, this was a young gal named Susy, Richard waved me over to his table. This was the first time he called me, and I remember the day because the bright afternoon sunshine was lighting up the table and sparkling on the glass wear. It was very close to Halloween.

"Hi ya," he said, and smiled up at me.

"Hi, get you something ...?"

"Yes, how about Barcardi and coke?"

"With lemon ...?"

"No, just plain ..."

I saw him looking down my sweater, teasing over my ripe breasts, then caressing my thighs and lower legs, my bottom, and I could see that he liked this. Maybe this was the first time he'd ever seen me.

Yes, something in his look startled me. His eyes were shining, and when I got up close to him, I saw how terrifically good-looking he was. All at once I was hungry to look at his crotch, but I didn't. I don't remember if I imagined his prick or his balls, but I must have thought about them.

Gee, I said to myself, I was falling in love with his hair, with his wide forehead, his clean-shaven looks, and especially what I couldn't see: meaning his prick and his balls, his ass.

I felt happy suddenly. I hurried inside the restaurant, extremely conscious of his eyes burning into my backside. I could feel his eyes twisting all over my buttocks, trying to see if I had any panties on, so keeping my eyes on him, I ordered his drink and from my position at the bar I kept watching him.

I saw him uncross, then cross his legs, and when I saw him rub his hand carefully over a lump growing on his upper thigh, my heart plopped!

He was feeling his prick which was hardening. I could actually see his prick stiffening.

Making sure no one saw me, I slipped my fingers down between my thighs and felt my pussy, and then looking through the window at him, maybe only a dozen yards away, I slipped my whole hand down inside my jeans and felt the tiny hairs of my pussy and then my naked pussylips.

I pinched my clitoris and felt wicked and stunned.

The lips of my pussy were soaking wet and I knew that Richard had gotten to it. I knew that here was a man I could respond to, and I'll tell you why I think I did.

When I came from my hometown to New York to make it rich, I really never had a true father, so here I was, off on my own, so to speak. I mean, I never had the benefits of full-time parents or anyone I could really talk to, or anybody looking over me. I did have a mother but she was off doing other things which I won't mention here.

My father lived in the Midwest and I hadn't seen him in years. I didn't miss my father, because I'd grown up along without him, instead with stepfathers who'd drink whisky by the quart and mess around, you know what I mean, and so maybe in a way Richard was my "father".

You know, as I think back, I felt really comfortable looking at Richard, as if I alone knew what he was thinking, that maybe him and me, we could move in with each other, and he'd become my new lover, my new Daddy, the man in my life. The best thing of all, he'd throw me naked in the air and catch me, spread my thighs wide open, glare at my nakedness, fuck my cunt silly, eat my pussy all night.

He would lick and dally his sweet tongue in my asshole, or watch me lick and suck other men's pricks, and other girls, be right there when I was eating their cunts. He would hold my head when my eyes were swimming, when I was in orgasm, you know, all of these fucking erotic things.

This was my dream, and dreams really do come true.

Richard was all mine, but he didn't know it yet. It was my move.

When I returned with his rum and coke, our eyes met and so did our souls. It took only as long as it did for me to have the bartender make his drink, write out his check, place the check on the tray and carry it out to him.

He was watching as I approached.

He smiled. God, what handsome teeth!

"That was quick, kiddo. You always so fast?"

"You know, I made this drink myself, and I hope you like it," I said happily, smiling pleasantly.

I let him see my teeth. These were bright and shining, and I looked rather neat when I smiled, as he did. Like in the theatrical photographs I sent out to the producers and casting directors.

He raised the rum glass to his lips. He didn't take his eyes away from mine. I stood there watching him.

My eyes were directly on his thighs and when I looked up, I met his eyes beaming at me. Then again, I looked down at his swollen pants directly and I could see his throbbing cock. It was already stiff and threatening, and he knew I'd seen it. We smiled together.

His eyes captured me. They went all over my body. How rich I felt! I could feel them care caressing my face, circling over my breasts, over my little nipples which by now were begging kisses from his lips.

His eyes fell to my white sneakers and up to my thighs, around the space between my legs, the base of my belly. Then up again and over my breasts to my face.

"I've gotta say you look pretty gown up for such a young kid," he said matter of factly.

"I'm just twenty."

He didn't seem to hear. His eyes kept wandering over my breasts, between my nipples and on the surface. I felt them on my shoulders, over the top of my cashmere sweater. Did he know I wasn't wearing any brassiere, that my nipples were churning, that underneath the sweater my breasts were gloriously naked?

Oh, I said to myself, if he wanted to touch them, I would have taken off the sweater and leaped into his arms.

I had to admit to feeling self-conscious in an awkward sort of way, and I was tapping my fingers on the edge of the serving tray.

"Really, you that old? Twenty?" he continued.

"You're right. Just twenty."

His eyes looked closer.

"Can't you see that?" I demanded, standing back and thrusting my breasts and my body almost to his face.

He laughed with me and again we smiled. I winked and he winked back.

Instead of bringing my hands up to shield my breasts, I quickly turned my back to the restaurant and seeing no one coming down the sidewalk, I bent over towards him and this motion made my sweater gap wide open.

I unbuttoned the three top buttons and I knew if he inched his face closer, he could see my lovely nipples. They were bursting and nearly exploding from the passion I was feeling, and they were hard as stone.

And when he did look into my sweater, I squeezed my shoulders together to give his eyes more room. I'm sure he could see down my valley, my whole breasts.

He had parted his thighs and I smiled right into his handsome face. I looked down between his legs. His prick shot straight up.

Yes, we were having sex fully dressed right there in Emilio's terrace.

"You arouse me," he said quite frankly. His hand covered his prick and he was slowly masturbating it.

"So do you ... you arouse me," I answered, my eyes staring at his hand. He looked away. I sort of just stood there. What more was thereto say.

He looked up.

"I live up the block. When you get off, would you come to see me?"

He started to open his trousers, right in from of me.

I couldn't keep my eyes away. "Yes. Oh yes, I will." I wanted to yell this out.

He wrote his address on a matchbook.

I took it. I was licking my lips, still staring at his cock.

"When do you get off?" he asked. I could smell his shaving lotion. Did his cock smell this way? It had a lovely odor. I hoped his whole body smelled this way.

"I can come right now, right now!" I said, almost in a shout.

Richard stood and looked me up and down, his eyes steady in mine. He had that cute little grin.

He dumped his rum and coke into the wooden borders surrounding the cafe and with a knowing smile, placed the glass back on the table

"Let's go," he whispered to me in my waitress uniform, and arm in arm, off we went.



Chapter 2

My name is Cherie, which in French means 'dear' or 'beloved', and if you use it as a noun it means, 'darling', which of course, is what I am. My mother called me this right after birth, had it translated into French, and liking the French sound, named me.

I am usually quite content and even happy, despite all that's happened to me in the theatre, which is putting it mildly to say the least.

But, back to my going with Richard to his home on a nearby street after meeting him at Emilio's.

Well, right outside of Emilio's terrace, Richard was in the process of telling me where he lived -- in this flat; two medium-sized kitchens, one you could eat in. There were several grilled windows all looking out on pure brick. In the back, off his parlor, was Cat Alley where loads of cats used to crawl and roam, crying out for food and howling at night.

Cat Alley fronts on the back of many tenements. I've seen men doing repair work every day from the telephone company and Con ed, men washing down the bricks of nearby buildings for waterproofing, and there's a lone woman who feeds the cats at two or three in the morning.

During the summer Cat Alley smells of unadulterated cat piss and this is so strong, tenants must keep the windows closed. But there's one window I'll tell about where a newly married couple moved in and when we were there, and when Richard and I had nothing better to do, we'd get naked in our bed and watch what this couple did to each other. Oh, this was simply grand. We nicknamed them Sally and Ray.

On the way up Minetta Street, Richard was holding my hand, and I was walking along beside him. Surprisingly, he was much taller than I was.

I was marching along, looking up at his face, feeling the strength in his body. Let me tell you, when you're actually doing what I as doing, and you feel this terrible thing beating in your heart, it's fantastic. If you've never fallen in love in your whole life, you've no idea what this means.

I felt as if I were in some ultra kind of heaven. And, of course, all this time, I was wondering what he was going to do to me. I was imagining everything.

Maybe he was going to fuck me the minute we got home, maybe on the sidewalk.

About halfway up this lonely street there's and L-type intersection. This is where Minetta Lane connects with Minetta Street. Both streets are less than a city block long and people seldom hang out there. If they're walking here, they pass you by and seldom stand around.

In the winter there is hardly a soul on either the street or the sidewalk, and this day of which I speak, there were no people at all.

Right around the corner of the two little streets, Richard grabs hold of me.

"You want to know something. I really like you."

"Me, too," said I. "Thank you," I said, but I was holding back. If this man really knew how much I'd been thinking of him in the last half hour, he would have captured me right then and there, threw me down on the sidewalk, taken down my jeans, pushed up my cashmere sweater, took my breasts into his mouth, stuck his penis between my legs and fucked the living hell out of me.

Suddenly, Richard did take me into his arms and held my face up to his lips. He brushed his body up against mine, then kissed me full on the mouth.

I felt his lips press against mine, his tongue searing my lips, and my soul must have gotten up to dance, because almost immediately I felt myself wiggling back.

Here I was, thrusting out my breasts, my lower body including my thighs and rubbing my hot pussy all over his groin. I could feel his cock poking back. I could feel it rubbing up against my belly.

I adored feeling his poker on my belly and once when he lowered it, backing up a little, I felt it going between my legs and right into my crotch. Again and again I did this, and soon his cock was actually penetrating between my thighs.

All this time his lips were caressing mine, but somehow we didn't have the courage to stick our tongues in the other's mouth. Later, we agreed that we were both craving to do so.

Probably our first kissing was more like a father kissing his happy daughter, or a happy daughter, like me, kissing her father.

His hands were all over me. I felt them holding my buttocks, pressing into him. Then I felt his shoe rubbing my ankle and this was when I felt the edge of his tongue. It sank into my mouth, and nothing ever tasted as sweet.

I stuck my tongue back into his mouth and he was chewing on it; and I loved this. I truly loved this. Ronald McKay never did this. In fact, I could not remember any man doing this to me in the years since I'd been kissing.

Of course, my hands were over his neck, feeling his collar, caressing his shoulders, and then I had to push him away until I loosened his tie.

We were smiling at each other. These were great smiles.

"Come with me," he said quickly.

"Where?" I wanted to know.

Richard smiled. "Does it matter ...?"

"You know it doesn't:"

Right off the intersection was a stone wall. And behind this wall was a building and we ran toward it. He opened the iron gate and soon we were inside. We could look out.

"We're safe in here."

"Can't we go home?" I asked him. I wanted to make love, but not in public.

"I want it out in public," he said, as if he were reading my thoughts.

"Okay," I said, and, to and behold, if at the very minute, Richard didn't fall down on his knees and begin to take down my jeans. I could hardly believe this.

Right in public. I could look out from the wall and see everything. Now and then a person was actually passing by, but none of them looked in our direction.

"You do see," he said, "people pass and pass but no one looks." He quoted T.S. Eliot, "People come and go -- speaking of Michelangelo," or words to that effect.

I kept looking around. Some one had to see us.

When my jeans were down to my knees and my pussy bush was completely exposed, he was rubbing his nose and lips all over it. He was sniffing around and I could hear his breath being drawn in.

His hands were all over my bottom and then they were gripping my thighs.

"I love your scent. It smells so good, so nice," he said, smiling up at me, licking his lips. Ronald McKay never told me a thing like that.

And the next thing I know, Richard was using his tongue and I'm looking down at him. He's touching my bare pussy with the tip of his fingers, licking with his tongue along the sides of my bush, licking down around the outline of my pubic hairs, across the top to around the opening of my ripe pussy.

Soon I feel him parting the tender lips of my pussy and then I see him touching it with his nose. I feel his nose inside of me, and he's rubbing it up and down. I hear the juicy noises. Yes, I can hear the noise and see the milky fluid from my pussy beginning to wet his mouth.

I begin to grind my pussy in his face. His nose is suddenly on my clitoris, as if his nose were searching for it, there I am, a girl with her jeans down and no panties on, bush showing, and with the clitoris exposed, the fleshy cunt lips dripping.

Richard was really sniffing now, getting up really close as if to suck my burning clitoris.

In a word, this was driving my absolutely crazy.

The next thing I knew, he was turning me around. Now I'm facing the wall. I feel his hands on my buttocks. And I am thinking, this is such a strange place to do this, but then, I've never been made love to outside, behind a wall.

I feel his hands wandering over my buttocks. They are parting the cheeks, opening and closing them. I wonder if I have any pimples on my buttocks.

Then I feel his face between the cheeks. I hope he likes it.

Richard's got his eyes closed and he's rubbing his whole face willy nilly between my bottom cheeks. I feel my ass cheeks begin to quiver, because my cunt is waiting for his tongue. I feel that sudden ecstasy, a longing for a tongue I've never felt before. My cunt is feverish, suddenly arching, and I want to say right her, that if anyone had told me I was oral erotic before this, I would have told them it wasn't true.

Then I felt his tongue slide between my buttocks, this time reaching for my cunt. I know he's on the right track. Then I felt him parting my asscheeks once again, and so wide, I can feel the afternoon breeze attacking my hole.

All of a sudden, I feel his tongue slip into my pussy from behind!

'Oh golly', I scream to myself. 'Oh God!'

He mumbles. "You like this ...?"

"Oh yes, I do. I do." I keep telling him, the words slipping from my lips.

"Tell me to do it once again," he's saying. "tell me you really love it."

"Oh yes, suck my twat, suck my lovehole. Keep your tongue in it. I love it. Oh, I love the way you're doing it. Never stop tonguing my cunt."

By now I'm bending over more and more, and at the same time, I'm spreading my thighs wide apart. I'm still with my back to him. My beloved cunt is open wide and the air is in my behind, and I can feel cool air rushing to it, striking it, between the caresses of his tongue.

Then I feel it getting all wet. All wet, soaking wet! This means Richard has stuck his tongue inside and has licked it.

Let me tell you, this was the first time ever in my whole life I had my whole cunt kissed and licked and sucked by anyone, man or woman ... in public!

Then the next thing I know, he's standing up next to me. I'm so anxious to kiss him, to see if there's any smell from my crack, but then I know there isn't. I sniff around his lips and smell nothing. I lick his lips with my tongue and then take his tongue into my mouth and I suck on it.

Then he pushes me back.

"Madame," he begins, and this is the first time I hear his elegant accent, "let's go to my home and I'll introduce you to my gold fish."

He says this with a bright smile, helps me pull my jeans up, helps me with my belt, then he cuddles my breasts with both hands and blows me a cute little kiss.

"You'll do," he says, and I see a tiny grimace on his lips and that bright smile in his eyes.



Chapter 3

Inside the tenement where he lives, I marched on ahead of him down the hall. His hands were on my hips, flowing down to my waist, but they kept sliding up to grab my breasts, and I adored the feeling of this, what it did to my brain.

I twisted my body to rub back on his hands. I loved this sensation and turned my head to smile. When he got close up to his door, directly in back of me, he shoved his groin into my backside. I felt his solid prick sticking in my ass, between my bottom cheeks.

No man has ever done anything like that to me before.

"It's still hard," I said breathlessly.

I looked up and smiled at him, and he laughs and kisses my mouth.

"It's always hard. You like it hard, don't you?"

"You know I do. I love a prick when it's hard," I say, and begin to believe this Richard actually loves to hear a girl talk dirty.

I try to reach for his prick, but he keeps backing away and then is standing close to the door.

I take a wild chance. I have to know if he likes dirty talk.

"Do you masturbate a lot?" I ask.

"You know I do," he laughs. "Who doesn't?"

"Do you jerk off, I mean, do you masturbate down at Emilio's. That's what I want to know."

Sex has always been on my mind, like I talk dirty to myself. I don't care where I am. Sometimes when I'm waitressing in the back garden, I see a man sitting alone and, since the table cloths are down to the ground almost, I wonder if he's got his prick out.

There are many moments when I'm so horny, so sexy, I think I see a fist or a hand clutching a prick, or fingers playing up and down, jerking it off while the guy's looking at one of us sexy waitresses.

Several times I've dropped some silverware and when I sense a prick is sticking out of some fly, out in the open, or maybe I see a hand down between the thighs, I go goofy inside and my head does double flops.

I hear a little squeak down between my thighs, and my pussy begin to catch a fever. I have to hurry into the ladies room to open my jeans and play with my pussy which is always weeping.

"Why do you ask?" he wants to know, coming in behind me. He closes the door and locks it.

Primping in the mirror over the sink, I begin to tell him some of my intimate thoughts about the rear garden, what goes on there, how horny I feel when I work there.

His eyes are surprised and he smiles. "You've seen men jerking off their hot pricks there? I can't believe that ..."

"Oh yes," I tell him. He's getting undressed right there in the kitchen and I'm watching him and, let me tell you -- I am all eyes.

"Yes," I repeated, and I told him about one man whose prick I've seen, how pink it was, how huge, how monstrous. I closed my eyes and described it and I could hear his breathing increase.

"You saw this guy's prick, was it hard, you've seen him jerking it off?"

"Yes."

"Not right in front of you."

"Well, no, not quite. I've seen it, or what looks like a prick in his hand. It's long and thick and the mere sight of any prick out in the open fascinates me. I wonder what else it would be if it weren't his prick."

"Pricks fascinate you?"

"Of course," I admitted. "Yes, oh yes! Pricks do that. I love to see strange pricks. Sometimes I imagine them all around my face, cumming, weeping over my breasts, on my nipples, all over my pussy." And I smiled. "And even spitting into my mouth." I had to laugh. He was eating this up.

Now he's really undressing. He'd got his necktie off, his shirt, then comes his skivvies. I was very impressed by his body. For an older man, he had no wrinkles and his flesh was very smooth.

I go to him and embrace him and begin kissing his neck and his shoulders. I have my arms around his body, and I feel him responding.

I am falling quickly in love. I smell his shaving lotion and it's grand. It's extra perfect. He has long hair under his arms and, bending my head, I smell his perspiration. It's very masculine.

Still hugging him close, I explore his back, then his upper arms, his fingers. My eyes are everywhere.

I examine his face, his eyes, the quaint wrinkles around them, his nose, his lips.

Then I lean back and I feel his eyes covering me from head to toe. We're appreciating each other.

"You know, you don't look your age," I say.

He glances up. He's been examining my little feet. "How old do you guess?"

"Well, I don't know. I'd say about fifty, maybe less." I'm full of smiles now.

Richard is really doing things to me, to my body. I feel my breasts trembling, and the suddenness of warmth flushing throughout my system has me perspiring. "Fifty-six," he answers.

I'm thinking to myself: this means he's thirty-six years old then I am. Suddenly I want to confess. "I feel very young here in front of you."

I get down on my knees. His fly is open.

"Let's pretend you're my daughter," he says and laughs, then he spreads his thighs wide. His eyes are staring at me, then daring inside his sly smile.

And there, deep inside his fly, I see the head of his darling prick. It's sticking up and trying to peep at me. I can see fluid covering the tiny hole at the end of it. It's so smooth and very hard. The enormous head of it is purplish-coloured, glistening and very thick. I see his prick's eye and it's sparkling, bright red and flustered looking.

Deep in my heart I want him to hold his prick in his hand. I want him to masturbate it for me. To wobble the head of it before my eyes, like he's sitting at one of Emilio's tables in the back garden.

I want him to hold my face close to his penis and masturbate it right in front of me. I want him to bounce it off my lips. I need to see him handling it, working his fingers up and down and around the shaft, around the thick hairy base of it.

I want to see his balls, how crowded they are, crunched up, how they hang down and want to be held; and then I want him to offer his cock to my lips.

I wet my lips with my tongue but he's staring at my breasts.

All day and all night I have dreamed of sucking his cock. Hardly an hour passes that I don't think of something sexy. Life is so horny. My imagination is all over the place.

When I pass a man on the street, I stare at his trousers. My eager eyes burrow inside his fly and suddenly I'm inside there, sitting on his thigh, me, watching his prick swing back and forth. I want to know what kind of prick he has, what his prick looks like in repose.

When I am alone, and I don't care where this is, it's with my skirts up, my thighs showing, or my blouse half-open, or with my sweater half-open. I want men to look at me. I'm truly what they call an exhibitionist, except sometimes I wonder if anybody is looking.

When I pass by men's bathrooms on the pier in summer, and I know there are dozens of guys inside with their pricks hanging out, these men sticking them in the urinals, and pissing hot piss.

I want to be there in the stall, all crunched up with my mouth open, going from one urinal to the other. Yes, I confess, this is the way I am.

And now I want Richard to offer the head of his prick to my lips and my mouth.
"Maybe I am ... your daughter." I said. Knowing this father-daughter is his fantasy, and I'm still looking down at his cock which is half out of his fly.

Why was I feeling this way? Well, because I wanted Richard to urge me to suck his cock, to lick it. Maybe take his balls into my mouth. I imagined him pressing my head and trailing his fingers in my hair, making sure my lips are open, saying, "Let me see you suck it now, my pretty one."

But, instead of having me mouth his prick he pulls me up to sit in his lap. Slowly he's taking off my cashmere sweater, and when it comes off, I am totally bare breasted for him, for his eyes, for his hands.

He draws away so he can look at me. His eyes are dancing all over the place. I see how much he approves of my aching breasts. As he says, they are truly ripe. Sometimes when I look at them in the mirror, I feel they belong to someone else. I could cuddle them all by myself and I usually do this when I'm alone. I love to kiss my nipples.

Yes, it's very comfortable sitting in his lap. I've got my arms up around his neck and my breasts are free. I'm smiling as I watch his face. His tongue licks his lips and his mouth widens. I can see how really delighted he is.

"My, they're so rich, so full," he says, his eyes widening, and shortly he's bouncing my breasts all over the place. He's holding each tittie with his palms, rubbing my nipples together, making the nipples more erect, making one nipple peck at the other. He smiles at me and blows kisses at my titties.

"They're so ripe, and all yours," I say.

Then I have to laugh and I hold my breasts up to his lips. I squeeze my nipples and he's watching me. I brush my breasts all over his face, like I'm washing the dimples in his cheeks. I wet my nipples with his saliva, on his tongue, and I'm staring at his tongue as it dribbles saliva on my flesh.

"They're really hungry for wet kisses," I assure him. "Very hungry! Terribly hungry."

So I wasn't at all surprised when he began to suck on my breasts. I watched his caressing tongue and it was pure silk. It licked my nipples, both of them, going from one tit to the other. He was sucking each breast into his mouth. I felt him wagging his tongue around, eating them, using the point of his tongue to tickle my nipples.

He was cupping my breasts with one of his hands and was using the other on his penis. Looking down, I saw him grab hold of his penis and it was sticking up so nice and proud.

The minute I saw it escape in full view, I fell in love with it. I couldn't wait to take it into my body, but when I reached for it, he pulled away.

"Not so quickly," he said.

He started to lave my breasts with kisses, planting each kissable space with a streak of saliva. I could hear him smacking his lips, twisting his lips over my nipples then clutching my breasts, then sliding his tongue down under the wonderful curve beneath my nipples. His eyes were gloating.

Then he forced my upper body back and swallowed as much of my breasts as he could into his mouth. "My tits are so absolutely hungry for your sweet kisses, for your darling kisses," I kept saying.

He licked under my arms. I have fluffy hairs there and he raised my arm up and looked at them.

"I'm glad you have hair there. Reminds me of sweet pussies," he said. "So nice," he said. "I like girls who grow hair under their arms. It means they're sexier than others."

He started to unbutton my jeans and as he was doing this, he began licking my armpits, flooding my underarms with his saliva. This felt so sexy. I could imagine what his prick would feel like when it was fucking me.

Next his hand went between my legs. "Ah hah, you have absolutely no hair here," he said and I could feel his fingers touching my stomach.

"Should I have?" I laughed.

"No, you should not," he said, and then he took me into his arms. He eased one finger into my lovehole. "You know, I love cunts. I'm very fond of pussy," he repeated, "and I'm going to surprise you," he said, kissing me fully on the mouth, closing his mouth over mine.

He stuck in his tongue. "See," he said, "this is what I'm going to do with my prick once it's up your ass," and he began to whip it back and forth.



Chapter 4

I have a particular fantasy among my personal fantasies, which I call "dirty thoughts," which I keep thinking about during the boring moments I'm waitressing at Emilio's.

The real reason I'm thinking about this presently, is because the same thing was happening between me and Richard on our first day together.

In my fantasy, I imagine myself nude, I'm down on my bare knees facing a naked man who's sitting in a chair just like Richard, whose giant prick is standing up tight against his hairy belly.

I can see every thrilling inch of his cock, the glistening shaft, the glowing rosy head of it, and he's got his fingers clasped tightly around the hairy root of it, right at the beginning of his thick balls.

He's grinning at me, still caressing and playing with my breasts and twirling and poking my titties. He's telling me over and over how much he adores me, how very pretty I look, how my eyes talk, how glad his is that I'm so fresh and naked, so vibrant, he says.

He keeps telling my how he loves my breasts, my flowing hair, my belly and my thighs, but most of all, what my pussy and its soft hair does to his eyes and heart.

He tells me this and it causes his prick to stiffen and he becomes very hot and horny. He keeps shifting and squirming his buttocks all over the chair.

But then, in reality, with Richard, I suddenly start to call him my Daddy.

I see a giant smile play on the surface of has handsome face. He licks his lips and I look closely at his tongue. I know he's enjoying all this, because I can hear his heart beating. I feel it thundering in my ears.

Yes, Richard is playing my fantasy with me, and he's going along, thinking the same thing as I'm thinking at the moment.

But, instead of what I described, he's got my sweet face in his hands and is fondling it. He's encouraging me to take his hard prick into my mouth and suck it. His eyes are still darting between my eyes and his prick, and I know exactly what this means. I can hear him whispering.

"Come on, honey, open your mouth and suck this wonderful cock the way a daughter would."

He's petting my neck. His fingers are thrilling down my spine, caressing around my throat, and he's rubbing the back of his hands over my breasts.

"That's right, dear, suck your lover's prick. Make a lot of noises with your lips. Let's see you wet it and then suck up your wetness."

Ever so slowly, I take his cock between my lips and nourish the head of it. I let him sink his cock into my mouth just a little bit. I fancy I'm listening to some great music on the stereo. I coat his great cock with my saliva, licking it up and down, leaving spittle on the rosy head. He's staring at me.

"Oh yes, suck it up," he commands me. And I, like the good lover I'm becoming, do just this.

We smile at each other, and I can tell he's got a lot of feelings for me by this smile.

"Oh Daddy, my darling Daddy," I say, looking up. My eyes are very tender and looking at him softly.

Then I grip his cock with one hand, letting my fingers sink into it. I massage the wetness in deeply and very soon his prick is shuddering.

I love to see a cock throbbing. I can hardly wait until I can take it into my mouth and feel it snapping back and forth. I can see him gritting his teeth, and if I keep this up, I'll bet he'll cum all over the place.

Soon he's adjusting himself on his chair and sits back and takes my head between his hands, like suddenly he has another thought.

He makes me open my mouth wide and soon he's fitting his cock inside it. I feel his fingers on the corners of my mouth. He keeps working my mouth up and down on his shining cock. He's moving my head and face up and down until I can hardly see anymore. His glistening cock wavers before my eyes when it's not in my mouth.

"I want you to suck my prick, but not right now," he says and stands and draws me up into his arms. Again I feel his beautiful cock slicing between my thighs.

Then he takes down his pants, bends over and removes his shoes and socks.

"I still have your surprise ..."

"Won't you tell me what it is?"

"Is your pussy ready? Is it hot?"

"Oh yes, Daddy. You know it is, Daddy."

Actually my cunt is very wet, as I've said, and now it's hot, very hot.

"Yes, Daddy, it's very hot. It'll burn your fingers. I'm no longer winking when I use the word "Daddy." I keep my face very straight, very severe, as if this gives the father role he's playing more emphasis.

Richard continues undressing and now he's naked. There is something about a man being stark naked that I've always liked.

"I want you to bend over, right here in front of me," he said. "I have itchy plans for you, little girl."

"You want to see my behind, Daddy. You want to let your eyes roam all over it. You like my curves. You like my silky thighs, and you like the hole in between them, don't you?"

"You know I love that. Yes, I do."

"Daddy, do you want me like you had me down in the street? Do you want me naked? Do you want me to bend over so you can peep between my legs?"

Why shouldn't I call him Daddy? His face lights up when I do. It does something to his brain.

I hear him sigh. Then, because I'm turning around I can't see his face, but I hear his lips move. It's as if he just experienced a great sense of relief.

"Yessss, " he says, and I feel a tiny pinch on my bottom, then I feel the palms of my hands as they cuddle each buttock.

"Tell me just what you want to do with my behind?" I ask, hoping he'll go on speaking dirty. I love it.

"I want your permission to suck your pussy from behind."

Oh!

I know Richard's bending down, squatting. I can't see his face, but when I ask him to say it again, he does.

I feel him breathing on the back of my thighs.

"I want your permission to eat it. I want to plant my lips on your sweet hole. I want to blow hot air into your snatch and suck the air inside out. That's what I want to do. I want to grab you by the thighs and stick my tongue into your wet hole."

"Like you did before. Oh, please tell me where again, where do you want to kiss my pussy?"

"Between your cheeks -- I want to kiss that sloppy hole."

"Describe that wet hole," I tell him.

"It's so dark, so moist, I'm in love with your love hole." Then he said, "... with your beautiful wet hole," and this thought drenched me like a shower.

"Say it again, Daddy," and the words coming from his mouth were so positively exciting. I wanted to hear them in my sleep.

Now I'm bent way over. I'm bracing my hands on the sink. Yes, we're still in the kitchen. I'm in a position like those sexy pictures you see in girlie magazines. Richard's eyes are caressing my bottom globes, like he's casing my lively body, and I feel his eyes eating my gorgeous buttocks.

I look around. I can see and feel his eyes. I'm all ablaze. He's setting my asshole on fire. I can feel his tongue inside my cunt opening. I'm reminded of being on Minette Lane. I imagine the cool air whipping around my bare legs, my bare bottom. I can feel the stone wall.

Then I feel his fingers parting the tender lips of my cunt. He sticks his tongue in. I know he's looking deep inside me. He can see the parting of my pussylips, that creamy opening men love to look at, the juicy pink opening that surrounds their pricks, the mossy hair growing all around.

"Oh, Daddy, do that again."

And Richard does it again. He's prying open my pussy lips and sticking his tongue in.

I hear him backing up.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt now.

Ah those words! How I've yearned to hear them.

And then, the next thing I know, He's standing right behind me and hugging me close. I am half standing. I feel his poker reaching between my thighs, then I feel it going up and slowly entering between my buttocks.

I feel it edging its way along the surface of my cunt lips, then brushing over it. His prick head is a soft as two lips.

"Listen to me," he said. "use your fingers and squeeze the tip of my prick with your hand."

And I do this and I hear him moan. I can't describe the wonderful feelings I've got.

"Now you take my cock and rub it over your pussylips. Yes, that's it. I want it nice and wet with all your sweet juices."

Richard is groaning. He's talking to himself. He's mumbling under his breath.
I take his enormous cock and do this and the ecstasy is overwhelming. My pussy feels so hot, as if it's the hottest thing on this earth.

"Now rub the entire length of my prick with your sticky fingers. Go ahead, do it!"

Richard leans back. He is almost out of breath.

I do this and the whole thing still feels so marvelous. I look at his face and it's twisted. His eyes are rolling in his head. He's starting to talk to himself. "I'm going to fuck my little girl from behind."

"Oh God!" I shout.

"Yes," he continued. "I'm about to push my pecker inside her. Can you feel it?"

I shout out, "Oh yes, my cunt! I can feel your pecker in it. Oh yes ... yes, my cunt!"

I'm screaming this out.

"Yes, I feel your prick, your pecker's entering me from behind. It's spreading my ass cheeks all apart. It's going all the way up ..."

His voice is low. I hear him talking over my head. His lips are pressing on my forehead.

He says, "Oh my darling little girl, please tell me all about your asshole. My darling, listen to me. I want you to tell me about your asshole, how crinkly it is, how warm it is, how it has lips that like to be kissed."

This Richard can read my mind. Then I hear him groaning. I feel his mouth slobbering all over my shoulders. I can feel his saliva dripping all over me.

Suddenly I feel like talking. I want to talk to him, but I can't say anything. No words will come. I'm breathing air in by mouth. I need him, but suddenly I want to push him back, look into his face. I want to look into his eyes, but I don't want to spoil all this. Looking at him now would spoil it.

He's prying open my pussy. Yes, I feel his fingers inching it open. I can imagine his fingers burying into my lips, digging into them.

"Yes," he goes on, "you must tell me about your asshole. I want you to describe it for me. Yes, you've gotta describe it, what you're feeling." And he's still working his fingertips between my ass cheeks.

"Oh God, my darling Daddy. It's going in. Somethings going in. Your prick is entering me, it's going in!" By now I'm feverish! Richard's blowing my mind. I am deep into the whole fucking fantasy. My heart is beating so rapidly that I'm going out of my mind.

"Oh yes!" I scream. "I can feel your cock going in!"

I'm screaming this at the top of my lungs.

"Oh Daddy, I love it. Never take it out. Oh, Daddy, yes, stick your cock deep in my pussy. I want to feel it all inside of me. I want to feel it in there. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, please stick it up there. Yes ... stick your fine prick into my nest. Damn it, I love it. Oh yes, do it, oh yes! Yes yes yes yes yes. Do it, oh God, Daddy, fuck me harder ..."



Chapter 5

It was while I was leaning over the kitchen sink, silently waiting for him with my eyes closed, squirming my delicious body in front of him, quite ready and willing to take his prick into my love hole, that I began to think deeply about him and myself.

I really liked the idea of me calling him my Daddy, thinking of him as such and him thinking of me as his young daughter.

I could see nothing wrong with this. I really liked this fiery thought. It was doing something to me. I could feel the positive horniness of it, the lust of it running through my body. I could feel a warmth in my eager pussy. I could feel my pussylips becoming rich with oil. And I loved this, especially when I could feel hot juices wetting the inside of my delicate thighs and starting to run down my legs.

So these thoughts began to pass through my busy mind. I kept wiggling my happy bottom more and more. I wanted his prick to penetrate my heart. I wanted his fascinating cock to flower up inside my tender channel.

By then he was rubbing his stiff hard poker all over my delirious buttocks, and when I heard my own voice shouting out the sexy words, that I was encouraging him to fuck me, inside I felt like his little girl.

It was just when he was about to slip his cock into my ripe pussy again that he suddenly stood back. I could feel his eyes on my neck. I felt a shuddering, a kind of throbbing in his body. He was perspiring more and more, and the attraction of this was simply glorious. I love it when a man sweats in my arms.

What was he thinking?

Suddenly I felt his arms leave me. They slid down my thighs and were gone. There was a slight chill in the air because both of us had been overheated.

Quickly I turned to look at him, to let my eyes examine his face. I let them fall to his stiff penis and I saw it was very erect. What a thrill it was to look at it. I had to catch my breath. I could imagine his prick in my body. I was very hungry for it. I could have swallowed it whole. I could feel it tickling down my throat.

Richard was using one hand to clutch it, and this hand was masturbating it slowly. His normally bright eyes were drawn and he wasn't smiling.

Then he did. He relaxed. I could see this. He embraced me and kissed my face. Then, still looking into my eyes, he let his tongue graze my lips.

"I'm falling in love with you," he said. "We've got to talk."

His hand caressed my shoulders and my back, and again he drew me close to kiss my lips.

"Yes, we must talk."

Somehow I knew he wasn't ready to fuck me totally yet. His penis wasn't going to enter my heart just yet. Maybe he wanted to have me lying down on a bed so he could examine me first, and I suppose it was pretty peculiar for a grown man to take a sweet young girl into his house and stand her up against an old sink and start to fuck her from behind. I was pretty sure of this when he opened his mouth to speak.

"Let's you and me go into the front room. You'll like it in there. It's more cozy. We can open the bed." We walked naked through the rooms to the front parlour. And I loved this, I could feel his eyes caressing my bare shoulders, down to my rippling buttocks, finally to my bare feet. I walked as if I had on sexy high heels, on tiptoe.

The bed was a convertible, and I sat on it. His eyes were all over me, especially on my seductive breasts.

"Lie down."

He patted the bed and rumpled up the pillow.

I took the pillow and placed it behind my head and just lay back. I stretched out my legs, and how he was staring intently, looking at my pussy, studying my whole body. He was teasing my nipples with his eyes, going round and round my ravishing breasts, then down to my glossy pubic hair; and when he told me to spread my legs open, further apart, and I did this, I felt his eager fingers tracing between my thighs.

"I can't get over how you've filled out," he began, as though he's seen me so many many times before lying on a bed. I recognized this a plain fantasy talk, and this happiness surprised me. Suddenly I was all his. I was his little girl.

Yes, indeed there was something in his voice that amused me. I liked the tone of his voice, how he was speaking. As if I were truly his beloved.

Was he going along with me, was he accepting my own fantasy? I'll bet he was. But I couldn't ask, now could I? I took a chance. I smiled. "You know, Daddy," I kidded him, "I've been this way all along. I'm surprised you've just never noticed my body."

I turned to show him my luscious bottom cheeks, how rich and smooth they were. I even parted my delicate thighs and let him catch a tine peep at my pussy lips. It was covered with little hairs and I could feel his eyes worshipping it.

"You like what you see, Daddy?"

I said this softly and watched his ears picking it up. He smiled at me and I winked back at him.- I used my tongue on my lips and I was still watching his powerful prick as it reared up at my words. Quickly he looked down between his legs and his eyes roamed all over his huge cock. He took it in his hand and played with it. As I said, nothing else thrills me more than seeing a man playing with his own cock. I saw him look directly at me, lick his lips and then dart his eyes back down at his huge cock.

"My prick has never been as hard as this," he said, and using both hands, his fingers closed around the great shaft, he began masturbating it up and down.

I watched as his fingers caressed the whole prick. My eyes were so full of him. Right then and there I wanted to go down on him, to give him great head, to suck on his cock, to sink down on his prick until I could feel the head of it sticking in my throat.

I watched him back down a little toward my bare feet. He took these in his hands and brought them up to his cock and placed each of my bare soles around his cock and began grinding his body and fucking my feet. I used my toes on his shaft and we were simply smiling at each other. I kept up my feet motion, and I saw little drops of his prick fluid forming on the edges of my toes.

I loved fucking his cock with my naked toes.

Then I noticed how he was blowing sweet kisses at my nipples and suddenly they became very hard.

Sitting up, I cupped my delightful breasts and squeezed them. How ripe they were. I offered them to him. I pointed my nipples toward his lips.

"You see how my nipples behave when you're blowing them kisses," I said happily.

He was very silent for a moment, then he looked up at me. "I want to hear more ... tell me more, my darling little girl."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "You know, Daddy, you've got to find a name for me other than 'little girl,'" I said. "It's so old-fashioned, I mean, calling me your daughter that way."

He looked away. "Tell me your name."

"It's Cherie."

He kept repeating this to himself. He sat on the bed and came closer to me. He crossed his legs under his thigh and his huge cock leaped up straight.

We were very cozy then and he smiled at me. We held hands, and there was something so very tender about this. I loved holding hands.

"Let's you and me, right this minute, play father and daughter," he said.

"But we are that right now, are we not?" I wanted to know.

I laughed and he laughed with me. He came closer and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. I wiggled my body.

"I love the idea," I said. "You know I love being your little girl." I paused and then I said, "I love having you as my dearest Daddy."

"Yes, I suppose you do," he said. "But shouldn't we have a little something, or do a little something about it?" he joked. "Maybe we should have some kind of ceremony."

He reached again for my pretty feet and he began playing with my toes.

"Yes, kiss my feet."

I adored this. I have very nice feet and long toes for a girl, but few men ever notice.

"Kiss my feet. Lick them. Suck them for me."

I stared at him while he was playing with my bare feet, rubbing them over his face, using his tongue on my soles, twisting his tongue between my little toes and finally taking my foot into his open mouth. I love this, and when he was finished doing this, he worked in his saliva, and pretty soon both naked feet were covered with his wetness.

"Oh my Daddy, that's so magical. I love you when you do that. You do love my feet, my little toes? They feel so wet and warm in your mouth, and I love your saliva all over them."

I was suddenly very happy.

"I'm enslaved by your feet," he said, groaning, and then he suddenly had a half smile for a moment or two, then he looked away. It was as if he had been disobedient, as if he suddenly needed to humble himself.

"I want you to suck each little toe," I murmured softly.

Suddenly the thought struck me. I wished that he had said my glorious body had enslaved him, that he was there, down on his knees to worship me, that he would always be naked, be on his knees before me, that when he saw my little bare toes, he would bend down to kiss them, he would crawl. And when he looked up at my hungry naked pussy, he would wait for me to tell him to stick out his long tongue and he would crawl over to me and beg me to offer him my wide open naked thighs for his tongue.

I could hardly hear his words. "Yes," he mumbled, "with each toes, with each heel, with each instep, with both your feet, with all your toes," he answered meekly.

I thought I noticed a sudden change in his behavior.

He whispered, "I know what we shall do, I mean, about our little ceremony."
Let me watch you kiss my toes again," I said and I meant this. I moved up on the bed. With my hands, I braced myself and waved my bare foot all over his face. His eyes really opened wide. His tongue shot out from between his lips. I watched his tongue licking up and down. I loved the wetness.

Yes, this would be it. This would be our ceremony.

I put my feet all over his face, one at a time, up to his mouth, and I watched him as he took one toe at a time and introduced it between his lips. Then, using his tongue, he gently sucked all of my left foot from my toe nails around to the heel. I loved how he was lapping at my heel, and the sight of his wide tongue doing this fascinated me. Soon his lips were kissing all over my shapely ankle and, if I hadn't stopped him his lips would have gone all the way up to my thigh and my pussy, which by then was leaking juices all over my inner thighs.

I felt a great and sudden warmth of feeling for him. Yes, let him by my Daddy! I loved this. It gave me another wonderful feeling.

As his tongue thrilled all over my bare feet, I soon felt it slithering between my toes, and when he took two or more of my toes inside his mouth, I would go quietly mad, shivering and feeling obscenely sexy at the same time.

Finally he took my whole foot into his mouth and sucked on it, covering my entire sole, and all I could do was just look at him. This was an unbelievable situation. I knew that I had found the kind of man I wanted all my life.

Then another idea struck me.

I rubbed the fingers of both hands between my thighs, into my hot liquid cunt, making them wet with my juices. Then I offered him my hands. I was still standing naked on the bed. He was still sitting below me.

"Now suck off my fingers."

Yes, I was thinking, this would complete our relationship.

I put two dripping fingers into his mouth and he sucked off my cunt juices. He grabbed me by the wrist and kept forcing my stained fingers into his mouth, wallowing his tongue until my fingers were dripping with his saliva.

His eyes kept looking up into mine. I saw. a great change of expression taking place.

Instantly I parted my thighs and wet my fingers again in my hot cunt and shoved all of my fingers on my left hand into his mouth. A look of great dismay occupied his features. With his mouth wide open, I shoved the other hand inside his mouth.

I saw at once that he absolutely loved this. His open mouth was everywhere, his tongue everywhere. His eyes went wild. I could hear his blood rising. The muscles in his chest enlarged. I could see the thick veins in his large neck grow sharper. Then I saw a strange light in his eyes.

There was no question in my mind now that he would do everything that I wished.

"Let me see you jerk off your cock." My voice sounded more harsh than I intended, but he liked this tone. And his hand went directly, immediately to his rigid cock and he was masturbating it like crazy, his eyes staring up into mine. Then I clenched my hand into a tight little fist and made him lick and suck my knuckles, watching his tongue as it licked all over my hand.

I was thinking, this man would be the best thing I'd ever had.

I loved to watch him use his tongue on my hands and when I looked down at my bare feet, I could see my toes were still smothered with his hot saliva. I loved this too.

"Daddy ..." I said.

His voice came as a whisper. I could hardly hear him. "Yes, Cherie, yes yes ..." His eyes were boring into mine.

I wanted to hear myself say it. For more than ten minutes the thought had been creeping around in my brain.

"Daddy," I said "you just tell me once more, tell me again. Tell me you're going to be my complete, you're going to become my utter slave!"



Chapter 6

For me to convert a real live sexy adult male like Richard into my erotic slave-daddy was the bed thing imaginable. Actually, this had been the dream of my whole life. But it wasn't the easiest thing for me to do, and when Richard began to sound and behave like some of the sex slaves I've read about in erotic books, I started to do something about it.

Here was a situation that erupted almost immediately and I had the right kind of eye to spot it.

Often when I'm looking at ordinary men as they talk to me, whether it be a customer or one of those sex-mad theatrical producers, I can see that tiny little vacant space in their minds, between their thoughts, and using the right word at the precise time, I can jab their weak spot.

I saw this spot, this vacant space in Richard as he sat there nude and was watching me.

It was when he faltered, "... yes, Cherie, yes yes ..." that I noticed it, and then I heard him call me "Mistress," and I thought to myself, this is pretty neat. Not only did he want to be my father-in-sex, but he also wanted to become my slave.

Maybe this was one of his underlying whims. Well, if it wasn't then it would be. It didn't matter if he minded. He wanted me to trod on him. And, let me tell you, there are many times, over and over, when I wanted a man to step on.

He was fitting right in with me, with my entire philosophy, and, of course, with my fantasy.

His face took on that expression of someone caught doing something forbidden, like he wanted to hide his head. This facial expression became so sorrowful. His eyes and his lips were drawn back as if I had snapped a whip across his face.

This was Richard's reaction when I asked him about becoming my utter slave. His entire body seemed to suddenly quiver. I was looking at his prick and I saw his hand was shielding it.

Yes, Richard was an older man who was very quickly becoming my little plaything. Right here I knew he could become all I ever wanted, everything to me, including my fantasy sex slave. If he wanted to play-act my slave-daddy in sex, this was his opportunity.

And this very idea made me swell up inside. Suddenly in my mind's eyes I was huge and Richard was becoming smaller. Richard was my slave. Me and my body -- we could make him do anything!

"You've got to answer me," I pressed him.

I leaned forward and touched his hairy chest. I ran my hand over his shoulders and neck. I poked at his nipples and then wound my fingers around them. Smiling at him, I traced little "fuck" designs on his nipples.

I was watching his eyes. He looked away when I looked at him.

He was thinking what I had said. And it took him moments before he could glance up.

Then he made as if to sit back. He moved his buttocks back on the bed and I took my hands back. They fell into my lap. He was debating how to answer me.

If he agreed with me, I expected him to nod. If he didn't, I didn't know what he would do, or what I would do.

I watched him. He placed both hands on his huge cock and held it as though I would suddenly take it from him. I watched as he moved his penis in a way that I couldn't see it. I did see the rounded purplish head of it peeping between his fingers, and when he covered it with one hand so I could not see it, he began to wave it slowly back and forth.

I was watching his lips. He wanted to talk. There was something on his mind. Hadn't he said earlier that he wanted to talk to me? He wanted to say something else. What was on his mind? His eyes were lowered. Then he rubbed on hand across his face. His eyes were slowly climbing over the curves of my breast to look into mine.

"I see what you mean, Cherie," he said, and his voice was very low. He coughed. He tried to clear his throat. Then came a meek smile.

"This is going to change a lot of things between us, Cherie, don't you think?"

"Yes," I admitted, "Maybe it will change some things."

There was a kind of rattling in his voice. And I had to smile. I could feel a distinct tickling inside.

"Are you sure you want this ...?"

Maybe he didn't, maybe this was part of his act. Men are always acting out roles in front of women, and besides, I was thinking, we hadn't known each other more than one single hour.

"I think I do."

He said this again, this time louder than before. "I think I do."

Said I, "You know, I have this sneaking suspicion that you really do want this. I think you're telling me the truth."

"Maybe, Mistress ..."

He bowed his head. I saw him close his eyes. "I want the whole truth from you, Richard." "Yes, yes, I do ... this is the whole truth!"

"Good," I said. "Fine." I smiled a little. I uncrossed my naked legs. I got his attention by letting him look at my pussy hair. If he stared between my open thighs the way he had before, he could still see my gaudy pussylips. They were silvery, wide open, gaping at him. He could see the pink, the white, the oily goo.

I had the intense urge to masturbate my clitoris, but instead I held back. Maybe this moment was going to be the greatest yet in my sexual life.

I love to imagine me with my legs wide open, me spreading my pussylips wide apart so they're gaping at a man with a solid erection. Sometimes this is my bliss.

I spoke again. "Now show me what I want. Show me your prick. Show me your buttocks. Turn around and bend over so I can see your balls hanging, see your asshole.

"Do a little something for me, to me," I said. "Doesn't a slave do things for his mistress? Isn't that what slaves are all about?"

Did I have to tell him what I was thinking? I suddenly wanted him to be very horny and very sexy. I wanted him to eat me up. I wanted his prick all over me. His balls dangling in my open mouth.

"I want to fuck you."

He whispered these words so softly I had to ask him to say them again.

So that's it, I said to myself.

"Where ...?"

I decided to look over his head, around his face, not to be amused.

"In your cunt, Mistress," came his voice. This time I heard him correctly.

"You have another name for me? You want to call me Mistress? Is this what's on your mind?"

"Yes," he said, but this time he got up on his knees. Now he was kneeling in front of me. I was still sitting on the bed.

He hung his head. "Yes," he said, "if you allow it, I want to fuck your beautiful cunt."

"Oh yes, so now you ask my permission?"

"Yes."

He shifted into another position, leaning back a little, and his enormous erection stood straight up. It was huge. And no longer was he Richard. No longer was he the man I picked up at Emilio's.

It was true. It was very true. A sudden change had taken place. Right before our eyes. He had become just like the rest of the men I knew. He was another Ronald McKay.

Quickly I turned around. I put my back to him. I got up on my knees. Leaning forward, I spread my thighs. I dug in my toes. I motioned my behind near his hard prick.

"Fuck me," I told him.

I had to yell this out. I could hear my own voice. Reaching behind with my hands, I opened my tender buttocks wide, even wider. I ran four fingers between my pussy lips up to the hilt. I stuck one finger deep inside me. I tasted it.

It smelled hot and nice. I got a lot of oily goo on my finger tips and soaked my clitoris with the liquid from my mouth and from my cunt.

"Fuck me, you slave ... fuck me!"

I screamed this out and instantly he came forward on his knees. His huge hands gripped my waist and he was jostling my body with his hands, raising my hips, nudging my buttocks with his knees. He was hoisting my body up and down.

Soon I felt his huge penis stroking between my thighs and then between my buttocks, across my cunt lips. Then I felt his one hand smoothing over my behind. His fingers were wet then and I could feel this wetness. I felt his cock bumping from thigh to thigh, the head of it moving toward my cunt.

"But before you do that," I yelled out, "I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to back up and bend down and lick and suck my cunt. I want you to suck up the juices down there. I want to see these juices on your lips."

I had to say this again and again, and I heard him bend down and blast his face between my ripe buttocks, and soon I felt his wet tongue licking all over my shivering love hole. I felt the thick moisture from his tongue over my cunt, and when I took one look at his lips following this, I saw they were glistening with my goo.

"Now fuck me good," I commanded. "Fuck your little girl's cunt, man. You slave!"

Soon I felt the flushed head of his cock funneling into the entrance of my pussy. It was brushing my cunt lips apart. It was pushing the muscles apart. I felt my love muscle trying to absorb his cock and then I felt it loosen up, accepting the bulbous head of his prick.

I felt a gigantic push, a body shove, and suddenly his penis was inside me. Oh!

He had shot his thick prick deep into my body.

I bellowed out, howling with pleasure. I was literally screaming when it entered me.

I opened my legs wider and I put my hands back on my ass. I could feel his penis deep inside of me. The large shaft of it felt greasy between my fingers.

When he pulled it out, only to plunge it back in again, I grabbed hold of his hot juicy cock and began to jerk it off.

Richard was groaning. When his prick was out, I knew he could see inside my pussy, my own wet cunt hole. When his prick was out of me, I quickly let one finger sink into it and when I took it out, he shoved his cock back in.

And when he opened his eyes, I brought the finger up to his nose. I waved it under his nostrils. I saw him pretend to sniff it.

"Sniff my finger, you fucking slave."

He sniffed it and then I smiled to myself and put the fingers back between my thighs, into my cunt, and I could feel the hot rod of his cock still fucking in and out.

Using more fingers between my pussy lips, I had to smile. This felt terribly nice, oh so awfully nice.

I could touch his solid cock with my fingers and I wondered if he knew this or not. Did he feel my fingers on his great cock?

"Hey," I called out, "right now, this very minute, you're fucking your little girl up her love chute ...

"Up her cunt," I shouted. "You're into me, up to your balls."

I kept mumbling. "Do you understand me slave?"

There was no answer. He was gritting his teeth.

"You're my Daddy and slave, that's what you are, that is who you are! And you're fucking your little girl right up her snatch ..."

I had to close my eyes so I could listen. I could hear Richard's moaning, hear my own groaning. I could hear the silent but noisy swishing of his cock inside me, and feel the rollicking sensations of one beautiful fuck.

To say the least, I was deeply overjoyed.



Chapter 7

Shortly after this, Richard asked me to move in with him. And I did. But first I visited with Ronald and told him my good-byes, and my friend Ronald just stood there, a few tears in his eyes. As he was a growing actor, I knew these sad tears would be happy tears and I'd be forgotten.

Ronald had just gotten used to me being there. He helped me pack and carry my few things to a waiting taxi off Delancy. I can still see him waving good-bye.

As soon as I was moved into Richard's house, he and I were comfy together and smiled a lot at each other as we arranged my things.

Richard gave me the whole middle room and I had everything I needed. I would keep my job at Emilio's, because of the money.

"I have loads of money, but a girl needs to earn her own money," he said, and since I knew the real value of having one's own money, I couldn't object.

Then he told me about the 55 Bar. This was his secret. And it was a sex place. There were many people my own age. It was on the other side of town and we would take a taxi there.

On the way he told me that sometimes he would stay at this bar half the evening, or until he made out, which means get sucked or fucked, or jerk off, but after this he would take another taxi and visit a topless bar in another part of the city where stark-naked women danced on a bare stage.

By then I knew that all Richard seemed to live for was pure sex, stark-naked sex, and otherwise. And to tell you the whole truth, I saw a lot of me in him. Like myself, he was constantly seeking something sexy to jerk off about.

"Listen," he said, "You can have any of these girls you want. You just ask them to come home with you, or you can take them into a back room and make love," he promised me.

I didn't believe him.

"You'll love it there," he was telling me. "Listen, these girls are completely naked. Not only are they topless, but they're bottomless." He paused. "The only things they wear are their high heels, and I can sit there and jerk off and suck their toes."

And with this, he looked down at my high heels and grinned at me.

Already I was getting to know him better.

He brushed a kiss on my cheek.

"When you're ready, Mistress, we can have ourselves an orgy," he said, looking out the taxi window.

I dressed up in new things Richard bought me: a clinging lacy garter belt that crossed my naked buttocks, which looked like one of those miniature harnesses you often see slave girls wearing; expensive silk stocking that fitted my long legs perfectly; exquisitely tight panties that wove their way between my lovable pussylips, and a flimsy lace brassiere that revealed my pretty nipples.

"... so I can suck on your nipples when you wish me too," said he, bowing his head.

"Will you always be with me, Daddy?"

"Of course," he answered me. "Why not?"

Then he added, "Money buys everything you need."

I began to get that sudden thrill in my stomach. It was a quickening thing, startling.

Also a bit earlier he had told me of two other girls he knew who went to this 55 Bar. He knew these girls were homosexual. They would never admit it in public, so he would support my desire and soon I'd have two girls for myself if I wanted them. I did.

"I will aid and abet you, dear," he laughed in the taxi on the way to the bar, making me sit close to him so he could play with my thighs and sneak his fingers under my panties. My skirt was raised up very high and his hand was between my legs. If the cabbie wanted to look, he would have seen everything, my silk-stockinged thighs and my half-naked pussy gleaming at him.

By this time my first Richard-fuck was over and we were both deeply gratified and should I say, satisfied. My hot little ass was still on fire from fucking.

Earlier, he had me roll over and then painstakingly cleaned my pussy with body oil after we had finished our fucking. I can see myself prone on the sofa, thighs apart, with Richard on his knees, stabbing and digging his tongue and wetting my cunt with his saliva before applying the body lotion.

"Oh yes, suck me, suck me, suck me, suck my twat, my slave," I went on and one, still unable to believe that Richard was totally mine.

And when my cunt began to feel a little better with his tongue swishing in and out, I said to him sweetly, "Daddy, I love it when you lick and suck me like this." Right then and there he pulled me on his knees and comforted me, kissing me hungrily on my lips. And he felt like my master, and I his slave. We were hugging and kissing and I liked him more than I did before.

Later, in the taxi, I put my feet in his lap and Richard, with his fly open, was sitting back and smiling out the window. I whispered in his ear and asked him to take off my brand new shoes and suck my little toes, and right there and then he did.

The taxi driver saw this and, although Richard was embarrassed, he just continued rubbing my stockinged feet all over his face, sucking and sticking his tongue between my nyloned toes.

By then my glorious breasts were swaying happily inside the filmy bra, and were dancing a rhythm of their own. This was fun in a taxi, my blouse open wide and my breasts hanging out, my legs up while Richard sucked my nylons.

On my pretty feet had been a pair of flinch high heels cut very low in front, leaving my shapely heels free, then the shoes were on the taxi seat beside me.

Richard had really fallen in love with my feet. He loved me with painted toes. Before we left his house, while he watched, I sat deliciously naked on the bed and gave myself a pedicure.

Richard stared at my fingers and the cotton tips and then crawled up close, inching his face close to my bare feet and watching my every motion. He stuck out his tongue and licked between my toes, and he sucked my fingers.

When I wanted him to impress others, like in the taxi, with his slavery, he got down on his knees, took my foot into his hands, and sucked my toes through the nylons. This turned out to be quite impressive, and it showed that he was indeed my slave. In public this made me feel very strange.

When we were in the 55 Bar, we headed towards the back. There were many shadows, and a kind of dimness through the lights. Music was playing softly. There was this jukebox with old 60's tunes.

Behind the dimly lit bar was a man Richard waved to. And sitting at the bar were the usual patrons. None of them looked at us.

He tapped my shoulder. "Come with me. Sit down here at a table. I see one of the two gay girls I was telling you about."

I saw him talking to a girl in the corner. I hadn't noticed her before. She was in the dark. Soon he was bringing her over to me.

We changed tables and were now sitting in a little booth in the back. There was no one around. 

"Cherie, this is Nancy."

I smiled and shook the girl's hand. It was very soft and she was very feminine. She grinned and spoke nicely. She had long hair with a tiny wisp of blonde curl around her left eye. Up close she had a pretty face. She was wearing a soft green mini-skirt and had On nylons and heels. Her thighs and just a bit of bare flesh showed above the stocking tops. She had on a most pretty blouse which was halfway open. I could see she wore no brassiere and the luscious curves of her breasts were visible. She was wearing bright eye make-up and perfume.

"Hi," she said again, and slid in next to me.

Richard sat down next to her. He put his arms around her and I saw him suddenly playing with her breasts. And what amused me was that she didn't object.

She kept talking to me while Richard was opening her blouse and putting his hands inside. And when I caught a glance of her naked breast and Richard's fondling it, she raised her head and smiled at me. What a gracious smile.

Then I saw Richard's hand undoing the rest of her buttons. Now her blouse was wide open. Right in public. He was fondling her bare breasts and her belly, and I could see his fingers around it, even see her tiny brown nipples.

Nancy was seated in such a way none of the others in the bar could see her. Her back was to them.

"She's very nice," Richard told me. "Aren't you, Nancy?" he grinned. Richard was licking his lips. I could see that he was excited. I saw a bump in his groin. I wanted to reach for the prick but stopped myself.

"Don't you want to touch her?"

I smiled. "Yes, I do, but does one touch a girl like this in a bar?" I looked around us.

"This bar is not that kind of a bar," he pointed out.

Things like this had never happened to me before.

I sat closer to her and reached over and let my fingers touch her breasts. Her breasts were ripe and so full and so lovable. I had to bend and lean forward and when I saw her blouse was wide open, I slipped my whole hand in and caressed her body.

Richard was now opening my blouse buttons. And when she saw my breasts inside my brassiere, her face turned into a bright grin. She smiled at me and then she moved up closer to me and began to play with my breasts.

All this right in public.

It was like Richard with his tongue up my pussy in Minetta Lane.

Richard was now unloosening the wide belt to her skirt. He was trying to wiggle her skirt off, and when he succeeded, he folded it neatly and put it on the next chair. Now, except for her stockings and high heels, she was absolutely naked from the waist down.

Nancy was not saying a word, but she was smiling at me, just allowing Richard to do as he wished.

Then he stood up. I saw his prick thrusting up inside his trousers. He came around and sat beside me. "She's very nice, isn't she?"

He took my hand and placed it over his prick. I began to rub it hard and he just looked me in the eye.

I didn't know what to say. Nancy and I were both leaning close to one another and still playing with the other's breasts. Her lips were close to my own and soon we were kissing hotly.

"Open my fly and take out my prick," interrupted Richard.

Hastily I did this and he sat down. Then he turned to me.

"Cherie," he said, "why don't you go down on her? I'll sit here and masturbate. And don't worry none. No one can see us."

"You mean it?"

"Yes," he said, "no one can see you. I promise."

He got up and with his prick sticking out of his pants, we moved to another booth. I would go down on her but not at that table.

"You get under the table. You're small," he said.

"You mean, I should get down under the table and suck her pussy?"

"It's all ready for you to suck. Why not?" "But what happens if someone sees us?"

"No one will see you. Forget them, yes, forget them. Nobody matters."
Glancing at her, giving her one last kiss with the tip of my tongue, I got down on the floor. I hoped it was clean. I didn't want to get myself dirty.

I crawled between her lovely naked legs. She was wearing high heels and I could see how bare they were. Under the table a pair of naked legs was shocking!

The dim lighting in the back cast her in shadows. It was wild, her being naked under this table. I touched her knees and she parted them. I kissed from her knees up to her inner thighs. I kissed her pussy hair, and she opened her legs wide. Up on the table I could see that Richard was playing madly with her titties, jerking off his prick at the same time. He was kissing all over her face, her closed eyes. He put his hand on the small of her back and urged her young body at my face. I put my lips and mouth right between her thighs and soon felt her rubbing her thighs against my ears.

Then I smelled her pussy. I felt the wetness of her cuntlips. I licked it. They were so tender. I loved this sweet intimate moisture because it clung to my nostrils. I smelled her again. I rubbed my nose into her hair. I touched her wet cuntlips with my hand and got it all soaking. She was thrusting out her body, anticipating me.

By then, I was eating her cunt. Her pussy really smelled very clean. I could tell how much she wanted me. I opened her thighs wider and she dangled one leg on my left shoulder and I took her other leg and put it over my right shoulder. I could hear gasps coming from her lips. I opened my mouth and placed it right on her pussy.

"You like what I'm doing to you, Nancy?"

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!"

I licked all around on top of her fluffy hair. I took her hair and flesh into my mouth. She had a lot of flesh. I inhaled deeply and held my breath and used my tongue.

I reached over and got hold of Richard's stiff penis and started masturbating his cock. I wrapped my fingers around his penis, his hand on top of mine. We were jerking his cock off together.

Then he took his hand away and my fist closed loving around his thick shaft. I jerked his precious cock off like mad and sucked and licked her delicious pussy hole at the same time.



Chapter 8

As my tonguing became more intense, Nancy started to scream and carry on so much I was sure Richard was thinking of getting us the hell out of there

Nancy was making so much noise I was sure people at the bar might be looking, but a glance over there satisfied me that they were not.

I was sucking her cunt so hotly that when she began to cry out and howl, carrying on something awful as I was bringing her close to orgasm, I soon felt Richard's hand on my head and had to stop wiggling my tongue inside her pussy.

Nancy was just about to push the table over. But I got her to settle down by speaking softly from under the table.

"Nancy," I quieted her. "Why don't you just hold and kiss Richard and I'll suck your pussy more gently at the same time. I'll take it easy," I said.

"Oh God," she was mumbling. "Yes. Oh God, it was too much. Yes, yes, do that. Please do that. Take it easy. I'm hot as hell!"

Her whole body was vibrating all over the place and little noises were coming from her mouth. She was mumbling and groaning into Richard's ear and I could feel her thighs perspiring.

She took her naked legs from around my shoulders. She put her heels on the floor, but kept her knees wide apart. I could see her blossoming pussy right in front of my face, her little hairs all flushed up, her pussylips so bare and open and so appealing.

I tickled these slippery lips with my tongue and I heard her gasp and moan deeply as my tongue soothed. I could hear tiny growlings in her belly and she wasn't able to keep her legs still.

She put her hand over her hairy pussy and was feeling it all over, probably saying to herself, 'now what has this girl's tongue and teeth done to my pussy?'

I watched her fingers and when they came out of her pussy I took them and fondled them lovingly and held her hand and let her know that I was guiding her fingers into my mouth.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned.

I licked and sucked them, and they tasted so very good. I took them into my mouth for a long suck and she liked this very much. She was still wiggling her bare buttocks on the bench and I could imagine how she was feeling sitting there on her naked behind.

Suddenly I wished our positions were reversed, that I was being tickled and sucked by her.

By then I could tell she had thrown her arms around Richard's shoulders, and I wondered about his reaction to this. Their bodies were closer together, and I grabbed their legs together and moved closer between them. I had two pairs of legs on either side of me and my own legs were straight out in front.

Looking at them in the semi-darkness, I could see his stiff cock and her open vagina. His prick was very proud, sticking up out of his fly, so bright and attractive. I reached up and undid his belt and slipped down his pants to his ankles. His penis poked up at me. He was naked as she was and this was a lovely sight.

I masturbated his prick and ran its head over my lips. I twirled my tongue over the eye of his cock and it leaked into my mouth.

This had been another of my dreams. And as this was happening, I could see both the expressive pussy and the roundness of a stiff hard prick. I love cunts and pricks so much I wanted to suck both and there was my chance.

I could see her cunt and it was leaking her steamy juice all over the place. His naked penis stood up straight and was slick with juices collected from my hand. I wondered what the result would be when they got together and fucked. I could hardly wait. I would suck off both of them as they fucked, sucking his hard cock after it had been up her cunt and then I'd do her steaming wet pussy.

Tenderly I sucked his cock until my lips came in contact with her fingers. By then Nancy had both her hands on his cock, bending it toward her lips, her fingers flying so fast I could hardly see. This was because his cock was so enormous, so large.

While I sucked him off, Nancy was also playing with his balls, jerking off and masturbating his prick at the same time.

Richard had his legs apart and I felt him push my face between her thighs and soon it was buried inside her legs. Then suddenly, from the corner of my eyes I saw she had moved my hand away from his prick and was jerking his cock off by herself.

"Oh this feel terribly good," was the next thing out of her mouth. I almost heard her say this, but because my ears were buried between her thighs, I didn't hear all that much. She was hugging my face with her naked thighs which made me deaf.

I heard very little after this, but I could tell their reactions to my being under the table by what they did, by what I saw.

One of her hands had rings all over her fingers and these kept jiggling while she caressed his balls, I mean, like she was twisting them with her fingers, feeling and weighing them.

Her other hand, this one with not a single ring on the fingers, kept sweeping up and down his slimy shaft, or glossing over the large head of his cock, wringing from it his juices.

"Cherie," I heard Richard's voice. "Why don't you suck both of us at the same time, go from one to the other, huh? Take my cock into your mouth, sweetie. I want to feel it. Wet your lips with Nancy's juices and then suck my cock," he said, moving closer to Nancy so that now his stiff prick and her juicy ripe pussy were next to each other.

I imagined how I could suck them both at the same time when they were naked and he was fucking on top of her. And this pleased me very much. So I obeyed and, again, the thought came into my mind. Who was being the slave now?

I sucked him and then applied my mouth to her cunt and this kept up for a long time. Both were offering their genitals to my mouth and I enjoyed this very much. I adored sucking both of them.

As I licked and sucked her pussy and his cock, I could tell they were whispering. I heard moans and groans. I couldn't hear what was going on, but I knew it had to do with her girl friend, and once I poked my head up so they could see me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

My hands were still messing around with their genitals and Nancy and Richard both had vacant looks in their eyes.

"Tell me what you're talking about," I said.

"Keep sucking, oh yes, keep sucking my cunt," Nancy said.

"Yes, keep sucking, suck my cock, yes, suck my cock, little girl."

And this time I grabbed hold of Nancy's naked buttocks from the back and urged her bare body close to my face. This time I started tonguing and nipping her pussy lips, taking her fat lips into my mouth. I was thinking that she had really warmed and her cuntlips were thrilled with what I was dishing out.

But the moment I looked I could see why. This was also because Richard was smothering her with his arms and had her mouth in a deep kiss. I could see them kissing and imagined his tongue down deep in her throat. At the same time I saw him wink at me.

This was when I brought her legs up so that I could tease her better. I think this is what Richard meant when he winked. He wanted me to suck her more. From the corner of his mouth I thought he said something about her asshole, but of course I didn't hear it.

Raising her legs up high, I had her steaming pussy just where I wanted it, right in front of my mouth. I could see it. I could smell it, and the odor is hard to describe. It smelled very intimate, just like my panties do, a mixture of perfume and a pleasant body odor.

I inserted my tongue deep inside her cunt lips, tickling the lips. I swabbed my tongue all around. I could tell she loved this, and she tightened her legs around my neck and locked her ankles. She made me hot as hell.

I could feel her high heels digging into my neck. I heard her whimpering, and all this was driving me crazy.

Her voice seemed to be saying something and she was seething. Her lips were together and she was breathing very hard. She was bumping her buttocks right in my face and I licked all over her flesh, taking broad sweeps with my tongue. My hands were all over her body.

I held her thighs wide open and then I stumbled up on my knees. I had another plan.

I reached out with my hands and bent my face closer so that I was in an excellent pussy-licking position.

I rubbed my own cunt with my right hand and my pussy was wet as hell. I stuck three fingers deep into my juicy hot cunt and then took her open snatch and squeezed in my fingers. I rubbed the edges of it. Once I had the lips open, my finger went to work.

Nancy let out a wild squeal, but after the first two or three seconds she got used to the plunging fingers in her hot channel, I started to spread my fingers apart, rubbing the inside of her love nest.

She loved every minute of this.

"Oh God, oh my pussy! Oh God!" I heard her say, and after this she continued to stutter, mumbling one moan after another.

Richard was getting up from the chair and moving away. Finally he stood up. I wondered about his prick being out but I saw he had tucked it back inside his fly.

He came round in back of Nancy and was holding her by the shoulders. He bent to kiss her and then he began to press her shoulders down lower in her chair, so that she was halfway under the table. Her legs were wide open and I placed them again up on my shoulders.

Her asshole was right where my tongue was. I took my tongue and licked her ass. I wiggled it, all around and she loved this. With my teeth I ate her cunt lips, holding her buttocks in my hands, serving myself her delicious juices until at long last I heard her tummy rumbling and her body churning. I knew this meant that she was having an orgasm.



Chapter 9

A little later that same night, Richard and I and Nancy were on our way down to Canal Street. We still had to visit the 'naked' bar.

We hailed a taxi and jumped in the back. We were laughing at what we were doing to each other in the 55 Bar, especially with people still at the bar. Nancy had her blouse open and inside the taxi she quickly took off her skirt. Now she was naked.

"Look at me, everyone," she gushed. She threw her arms about and I grabbed hold of her by her waist and hugged her lovely breasts. I put my face between them and wobbled it back and forth. Then I sucked one breast at a time. I licked them and tongued her nipples. She smiled down at me and seated herself right in the middle and had to grin.

Richard and I smiled together. We were happy.

Wearing only her high heels, Nancy had her bare legs up on the seat and I took them in my lap. Now I could see her cunt and asshole, and I was sure the taxi driver could also. Such silky thighs, I was thinking as I fondled and played with her behind and her pussy which was still soaking wet from my licking and sucking.

Richard leaned over and tugged my skirt up and, since I was now without my panties, Richard having taken them off in the 55 Bar, I could see how delighted he was with us. In the darkness of the taxi he looked much older, and when Nancy and I had a chance to talk, we said we liked this. It was a great deal of fun being with an older man.

Nancy and I were both sitting bare-asked on the leather seat with Richard between us. Our lower bodies were completely exposed.

Richard opened his fly, making a lot of noise, and then laughing because he had drunk too much. He slid his pants down to his knees so that his huge prick was showing. I could see his balls.

We were both so excited that we reached for his cock and our teasing fingers soon had it real hard. I clutched his balls and sucked his cock. We took turns sucking new strength into it, her and me, and both our mouths were kept busy sucking as we drove along. Still sucking and licking, we looked at each other and wondered what the taxi driver would say were he noticing.

Soon we reached the Canal Street bar and the taxi parked. The driver turned round and smiled. He had been watching all the while. "You're all going into this hot dive place?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Right you are," said Richard, tipping him.

Once inside we passed along the tightly packed bar with dozens of eager lookers-on, then took a seat around the runway that extends from a rear wall and protrudes into the audience. On the stage we saw several naked girls.

"Wow, look at them, not a stitch on," yelled Nancy, holding me around the waist. I noticed how many good looking men were standing at the bar. Many had handsome shoulders and trim middles, and if you looked below, you could see their cocks bulging.

One the stage was one girl who was very nice looking; soft gentle blonde hair, as if she just washed it, and. a gorgeous body. I caught her eyes. Her breasts were heavenly, rounded and upswept and so smooth and absolutely suckable, the type of titties that yearned for my mouth to suck on.

I nudged Nancy and she and I both wet out lips. We had to find out her name.

We saw her slim thighs were equally sexy and so smooth. Her skin glistened. Her pussy really stood out like a tiny soft pillow covered with downy hair.

"I could suck her silly," I whispered to Nancy.

"Oh God, me too!"

Between this girl's long legs which flowed from a nice belly, she had dark reddish brown hair, and when she turned to expose her lovely buttocks to Nancy and I who were now seated, she bent halfway over so we could see her cunt from the rear. Nancy and I could see between her bottom cheeks and we soon spotted her tiny asshole!

Nancy grabbed my hand and whispered for me to look at her asshole. "Oh gee, look at that. It's so tiny. It's just like mine, isn't it?" she asked.

"I'd love to suck it," said I.

"Is it really like mine?"

"There is no asshole quite like yours," I told her, kissing Nancy on her lips, then I let my tongue slide inside her mouth and she smiled at me.

We had our seats in the first row. While this girl was dancing, a man seated next to me had his fly open and was masturbating like crazy. I sort of put my face down close, and when he didn't move, I gingerly offered my hand to his cock. He leaped up to another seat and a second man jumped in his place. This one had his prick out and was smiling at us broadly. He had a smile which lit up his face. He was quite good looking and Nancy and I knew instantly what we would do. He had a large forehead, sharp white teeth and wide smiling eyes.

Nancy took the seat between us. Richard had hoisted up her skirt as I did mine. The man seated next to me noticed this. He looked at my thighs inquisitively and I had to smile back. I opened my legs so he could see better. Then I touched Nancy's buttocks and her mouth opened like a wild flower. I wanted to tickle her luscious clit.

"Oh, I love that," she squealed. "I love it when you touch me."

Girls on the stage showed their cunts so why not me? And Nancy grinned. She looked between my thighs and then pushed back a lock of her hair. She raised her eyes and winked naughtily at me.

After several second, Nancy placed her hand over my pretty cunt and began rubbing my lips ever so gently. She was looking at the stage and at the man, then she stuck one finger between my sensitive pussylips, then one more between her own.

Suddenly, and with the new man still watching her, she jabbed those fingers in and out, making them so slippery and very wet. Then she took both fingers out and held them up for him to see, and, with her eyes gleaming, she sucked both into her mouth.

"Just like you did to me in the 55 bar," she said, turning and whispering to me.

She let her eyes dance over my upper body, and I loved it when she stared directly at my exposed nipples, which were now hardening. Nonchalantly, she and I were playing with each other's breasts, thumbing our nipples, caressing and glancing between our thighs at our glistening fingers.

Up on the stage, naked girl after naked girl kept appearing to dance. Often when they saw us sitting so close together and actually playing with the other, and Richard masturbating, one would hurry right over and dance right in front of us.

All of a sudden a waitress came and took our order. Richard tipped her handsomely and asked for change of a fifty dollar bill. Soon he had all this money and kept handing out tips to the nude girls.

By now everybody in the whole place was looking at us. Young men were standing and staring, looking over the other heads to watch Nancy and me masturbating each other; and when they saw Richard was doing it too, they got really excited.

Then the new man took out his huge prick and was fondling it, and when he began jerking it off right in front of all of us, I sat back in the seat, smiled at him and spread my legs. Several of the dancing girls leaned over and tried to touch my pussy. Many were kneeling or squatting down in front of us, doing wild crazy things to their cunts and handsome breasts. Many stroked their hungry vaginas with open fingers, or their breasts which, or course, came in all sizes. The crowd roared its approval.

Soon other girls were coming to kneel. They fondled their pussies and begged for tips. Richard gave Nancy and me a bunch of dollars and we started handing these out.

When they saw how Nancy was fingering my pussy and then putting her fingers into her own mouth, one girl, the special blonde one I mentioned earlier, did the same thing.

She was squatting right before Nancy and me and she did it so romantically that Nancy and I were both taken in by her. She did this several times as she kept kneeling there, her naked body so close and her legs wide apart.

She told us her name. It was Elena. Nancy and I reached up to fondle her darling breasts, and we watched as she squatted. She was actually poking one finger up her pussy. All of us could see her dribbling pussylips, and when she turned around, we could see her entire cunt slit. The crowd roared again and again.

We could look right into her lovely hairy cunt and watch her fingers as they moved around inside her pussy. White specks of cunt juice splattered her pubic hair, and we saw her gorgeous cunt leaking more juice on her thighs.

In the back, away from the front rows, were seated different men and women. Some were sitting alone. There were several women with their dresses undone or open down the front, their large titties hanging out of their dresses, skirts pulled all the way up so we could see their hairy cunts.

We could see men bending their heads and sucking hard on these big titties. One man had his pants down and he was standing up against a girl with his prick in her mouth.

A half-naked girl was sitting on another man's lap. His prick was up inside her pussy and he was fucking her. Nancy and I could see his slimy cock sliding right up her cunt. He was plugging her while she was seated with her back to him. She was laughing and crying at the same time.

Richard kept asking me if I wanted to get up on the stage and I nodded. I was having so much fun with him and Nancy and the new man sitting so close and still masturbating his cock at us.

Actually I did want to get up and dance! I caught the eye of this special girl and she winked back, and when she beckoned me with her finger and Richard nodded 'go ahead', we went together to the juke box.

Looking back over my shoulder, I just happened to see the new young man. He had shifted over into my seat, his great prick was still in his hand.

I saw that Richard had grabbed Nancy over on his lap and somehow had managed to shove his prick in her cunt. I felt a twinge of jealousy.

I had my eyes on the new man who was now watching Richard and Nancy fuck themselves silly. And what a fascinating sight this was. The crowd was going mad. You could hear crazy cat calls and wild gasping, yelling, yelping and whistling.

Thinking about Richard and Nancy, I suddenly felt the need to suck Nancy's cunt while Richard's enormous prick was nourishing it.

I could feel myself down on my knees with my hands on Nancy's sweet thighs, spreading her naked thighs, looking at his hot prick steaming like a fire engine in and out of her cunt. I wanted to lick up their precious juices and feel the tremendous trembling in her pretty body.

Richard had her skirt up over her waist and all kinds of people were looking at her exposed nakedness. Some were coming in closer and trying to touch her. I saw one or two men kneeling close to Nancy's bouncing breasts as Richard's palms were cupping them. These men were trying to suck on her nipples at the same time.

Nancy's eyes were closed. Her breath was coming faster and faster. Richard's thick cock was in very deep and she began sighing. Her blonde hair was all over the place.

Then suddenly she began to yell out. His prick must be in very deep. It was worse than she had behaved in the 55 Bar.

Nancy was orgasming again, and this was a glorious thing to watch. She was thrilling to his prick, and coming and coming, and the roar of the crowd made it all seem terribly exciting.

The man down on his knees right in front of Nancy bent his head. He was playing the game just as I knew I would. I saw him slide his face between Nancy's luxurious thighs and rub his open mouth and his nose right where Richard's mighty prick was fucking her hungry cunt.

I could see a surprised Nancy gripping this man's head with both hands. She was bounding his head in her lap, moving his face all over her pussy and belly. He was pulling the nipples of her naughty breasts. And she was heaving her hips up and down on Richard's prick. Then Nancy had her final orgasm.

I actually saw her body quivering and shivering. Perspiration was pouring from her face. The man was still down on his knees and was bouncing up and down. He was jerking off his own prick.

This as when I saw Richard's hands suddenly raise Nancy up and off his towering prick. All at once his wet prick popped out of Nancy's pussy. Then, the new man was rearing back, and still jerking his cock off and aiming it on Nancy's high heels.

Richard then grabbed his cock with both hands and his lower body leaped high into the air. His furious cock began to throb and suddenly I saw it spewing hot sperm all over the entire place.



Chapter 10

The next thing we knew, the management was throwing us out. A big, brawny man stormed over and shouted for us to "get the fuckin' hell out of there." Quickly I handed our phone number to Elena and I promised myself we would return when the manager was absent.

"I guess your dance will come later," Richard added, hustling us out. He patted my saucy behind under my skirt, then he rubbed his finger up my ass and almost inside the hole.

"How you doing, daughter?" he joked, kissing my brow.

"Just fine, Daddy," I grinned at him. Deep inside I wanted to be fucked. I don't know why. Maybe it was Daddy's finger goosing my privates.

We hurried along the bar with Nancy in tow and behind her came the new man, whose name turned out to be Mike. Into a taxi we tumbled and drove straight to Richard's house in the Village.

"We'll be safe here," Richard assured us.

Once inside, Nancy got all our attention by taking off her clothes. She stood in the bright lights in the large room and stripped for us. This was the first time I saw what Nancy really had. Her glorious body was simply radiant, simply gorgeous.

Her breasts were much larger than I had noticed. Yes, large breasts and a sweet puffed up cunt with hairs growing all around it. She had extra firm buttocks and I well knew the delicious spot between them.

She had long flowing blonde hair, a broad back, nice shoulders and along slim thighs; very neat ankles and tiny feet. She had slipped off her heels and showed us her bare feet. Her toenails were exquisitely polished.

"Now we can get busy with sex," she grinned, picking at her saucy nipples, then cupping her breasts and turning to show off her ass cheeks to Richard and Mike.

Richard grinned, too, and then I started to take off my clothes. Mike was next, and what a great body he had, large pectorals and biceps, obviously a lifter of weights.

"I looked like that ... once," Richard was laughing and climbing out of his clothes.

"I'm sure you did," said Nancy going to him and grabbing his cock with one hand, his testicles with another. She fondled each and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Then she leaped up and threw her arms around Richard and hugged him tightly. She was kissing him all over his face and neck. I came closer and hugged both, and when Mike came over and hugged me from the rear, I felt him lifting my skirt up. His hard prick was nuzzling between my thighs and teasing my wetness. I had never been this hot and horny in my life, and to think, that I had just been fucked.

I bent over so I could feel his nice prick next to my pussy and he liked this. He moved my famished ass all around and kept rubbing it with his prick between. Then holding me by the waist, he began to squirm and push his prick between my legs, and I made fucking motions back. I was trying to catch his prick with my bare pussy slit but, of course, this never happened.

Nancy was fooling around with Richard's hot penis. While Mike and I watched, she tossed her long hair off her face and got down on her knees and really began sucking his cock. We watched her nude body and saw the sweep of her darling breasts. We saw her take Richard's heavy balls right into her mouth and chew on them.

I crawled over to Mike and grabbed hold of his balls then took his long cock between my fingers and began stripping it up and down. I knew he would like this, because it was becoming obvious to me that he spent a lot of time masturbating.

"Let's have a little drink first," shouted Richard, laughing. He leaped away from Nancy, and while he was filling the glasses, I decided to get on the telephone to the bar and call Elena.

I finally got through to her and she said she would call me when she got off, or, better yet, she decided to get off her ass and join us right away.

Meanwhile, Nancy had gone off to the middle room where my belongings were collected and I joined her there. We closed the door and were soon hugging and kissing. I undressed, and being naked together was a lot of fun. We rubbed our breasts and our pussies together. This was our first time alone, and we were both enjoying it. As I kissed her, she kissed me back and each of us was jerking the other's clitoris off. She held me back and let her eyes sweep all over my body.

"Ah hah," she whispered, kissing my nipple, "I want you and me to be in bed together a little while," she went on, hugging and kissing me. "I want to make love to you all over."

She kissed my mouth and wouldn't let go. Then she stuck her long tongue deep into my mouth and I sucked on it. She maneuvered it within my mouth like a huge swift prick and I saw her eyes twinkling.

"I really want to make love to you!"

Soon we walked out in our high heels, wearing sheer black silk stockings up to the thighs with' lacy garter belts. Nothing else. Our breasts were as naked as our cunts and behinds and we kept our hands busy caressing each other's bodies.

Looking at us, the men put down their drinks and went silently mad. We could hear their hearts beating. Both of them had flashing hard-ons and were jerking off as they gazed in awe at our roaming hands and gleaming bodies.

Richard suggested we turn the front room into a dance palace. This meant shoving the sofa back against the wall. We pushed the rug back and turned on the stereo. He played several old-time records for us.

While they all watched, I danced stark naked and doing this totally nude really brought back the bar scene. I could hardly wait until Elena joined us. I poised and opened my legs wide as she would have done. I opened my pussylips with my fingers and showed them my clitoris. I slouched down and then bent over backwards to show them my tiny asshole, and everyone clapped. I bowed and bared my asshole so they could look.

By now Richard and Mike were both fondling Nancy and she was jerking off their cocks with them standing beside her. What a scene this was.

Then Nancy and I danced together, kissing and hugging each other, but mostly just standing still and kissing hotly. I loved caressing her tongue inside my mouth and she loved gathering her saliva and letting me sip it from her tongue.

Nancy began to caress and play with my breasts. I started fondling her pussy. Richard and Mike were sitting on the edge of the sofa and jerking off as they watched us. Then Mike stood up and his tremendous prick was standing straight out. I laughed and went for it and took it into my mouth.

Soon Mike was dancing with me and Nancy, and we saw how pleased Richard was. He lay back, legs astride. He was jerking off his cock. Then he clapped and made lots of noise. He had a hard-on that stuck up and was so nicely rounded and firm.

I went over to him and got down on my knees and began licking his balls. Nancy came to the couch and was rubbing his buttocks while Mike sat on the floor at Richard's feet. He glued his eyes to our hands and jerked off at the same time. He was sitting with his legs crossed, his giant prick standing up between his thighs. It looked so huge that it poked him in the belly.

This was when Richard disappeared and soon came back with a white rubbery dildo which he first licked and then handed to me. His back was turned so they couldn't see him.

"Here, my darling, maybe you can use this."

"Oh, Daddy, thanks," I said. "Now I have lots of pricks, right?" I had to laugh.

"This is my surprise, my darling," he said, and then he whispered that I should use it on Nancy.

"But what if she refuses?" I whispered back.

"She won't," he reassured me. And when I licked the dildo as he had done, then showed it to Nancy, she immediately fell in love with it.

Laughing, she grabbed the dildo from my hands and kneeling, began rubbing it between her sparkling thighs. The bare flesh above her stockinged tops seemed all the more whiter and the contrast between the two bright colours made a vast difference as the dildo made mysterious shadows.

"Stick it up your cunt," cried Mike. He got up on his knees. He was clutching his balls and was masturbating his prick like crazy.

"Yes, get it in," said Richard, coming closer with his prick and pointed it at her. Nancy laughed and reached out for his cock and held onto it.

"Yes, do it now," I said and also came closer.
Nancy parted her thighs and then, with the dildo in one hand, began to spear it up inside her pussy. Her eyes were very wide open and a smile appeared on her lips. Suddenly she looked very beautiful.

"Yes, that's it. Stick it way up inside," said Mike, caressing her breasts and rubbing his hand over her soft belly. I was watching his fingers and her pussy hair.

Nancy did this, and you could see by the expression on her face that the dildo was way up inside her cunt.

"That's it. Oh, that's it," Mike cried out.

"Yes," said Richard evenly. "Now fuck yourself, Nancy. Yes, yes, do it! Yes, go on and fuck yourself," he said, still masturbating. I could see him trying to cum all over her belly as he rubbed the head of his rigid cock all over it.

"Oh, Daddy, please put your prick into me," I heard myself saying. I turned around put y ass in his face, "Please fuck doggy style!"

"Not yet, little one, not yet." His eyes were buried on the dildo and Nancy's face.

And when Nancy stuck the dildo all the way up inside, and began yanking it back and forth, I could hear the delicious juices squishing all around and collecting on it.

Quickly I moved toward her and bent my head to her beloved vagina and started using my tongue on her cuntlips. On, this tasted so good. I wet her pubic hairs and began to lick and suck around the bottom of the white dildo right where it disappeared inside of her cunt. I was up so close.

"Oh yes! Keep it up! Keep your tongue up there," cried Nancy who was trying to look into my eyes and crunching up her knees as she rammed in the dildo.

Every time Nancy would pull the thing from her cunt, she would wait a few seconds till I had licked the length of it. You see, I would loosen up the juices on its staff and lick them off. Then I took the whole thing into my mouth and I sucked on it, then on her clitoris, then back on the rounded dildo. I was in heaven.

Behind me I felt Mike. He was smiling at me. I felt his fingers parting my ass cheeks, and he was staring at my asshole. I knew exactly what he could see.

"Oh Mike! Oh, Mike ..." I quivered. I was shaking all over.

Right then and there I wanted him to fuck me up my ass before Richard could. Was this trying to make Richard jealous? I don't think it was. I kept urging Mike to fuck me. He had such a handsome prick and the head of it was all gooey.

I kept wiggling my buttocks, moaning and groaning at the same time, sticking my hot finger in and out of my ass channel, showing it to him, even licking it once or twice.

"Oh, Mike, please fuck my ass," I kept saying under my breath.

"It's your first time, Mike. You're the second man to do this."

Suddenly I wanted to let it all out. At the same time I was chewing and licking and sucking Nancy's hairy pussy. Each time she pushed the dildo in and out, I almost had an orgasm.

Once again I was in love with her pussylips and seeing them up this close, so slimy and so pink, and then the formidable dildo, and how each time she'd take out the dildo and smilingly offer the tip of it to my lips, I would curdle inside.

I wrapped my tongue around the dildo and sucked it slowly into my mouth, and I loved the way it felt inside, the collection of her juices mingling with my saliva.

Indeed, there was something delicious about all this, sucking and licking the naughty dildo each time it sank into Nancy's perspiring body.

When at last I felt Mike's thick dick in my behind, I wiggled my ass all around until I felt the prick enter me. And then I felt the huge blast of his powerful cock as it reamed my asshole and sprayed thick cum all over the inside of my bowels.



Chapter 11

When we heard the doorbell ringing, it couldn't be anyone else but Elena. Suddenly I felt delirious, even obscene. It had to be because of my aching asshole. It really ached me now and I was sure it would for a while. Mike had blasted his cum into it so brilliantly he had almost knocked me onto the Castro, and when he pulled his prick out of my flaming asshole, the tip of it was coated with wet cum which he made me lick off.

Everyone was watching and listening.

"Oh yeah, baby doll, you suck it all off my knob baby. Yeah, you suck it all off my knob," he was shouting.

I took his throbbing tool into my mouth and sucked the head. Then he had me go down and suck his hanging balls. They were sodden, heavy and tasted sweaty. They were dripping wet with splatter from my pussy and anus. Again, he made me lick this all up, and I found it somewhat unpleasant.

Then came the doorbell. I took my face off his cock and rushed panting to the front door.

Here was Elena!

She tumbled into my arms and her breasts were thrusting into mine. Her body was heaving, and her eyes were glowing with promise.

"I hurried to you," she said in a whisper.

I don't know what she was expecting, but there we were.

"See, I came just as I said I would," she said, smiling. She clutched at my body and fondled my titties. My nipples were eager for her fingers.

"I knew you'd have breasts like these," she said, testing my titties, making my nipples jump up and down, her fingers smoothing over my breasts.

I had to smile. She was just my type. And with my arms around her waist, I brought her into the front room where Mike, Richard and Nancy were waiting. They were still naked and Elena threw her arms open in greeting.

"Christ, we've all be waiting to see you," Nancy said, coming closer and kissing Elena.

"And everyone's still naked," said I, dancing around and flaunting it. Elena offered another glowing smile and her eyes touched mine. The flood of light coming from them was so passionate. Then I saw her staring at Nancy's lush body, her nude pussy, and her long slim legs. I could see Elena's eyes burning, and the frenzied look in her eyes was hot and savage. I could feel something fiery going on inside my pussy.

I introduced her to Richard and Mike and she reached for their penises and happily shook them.

She smiled generously at Richard. And I noticed a thing or two about her. She rather liked Richard and this pleased me immensely.

"I always like to meet a man this way," she said, laughing and climbing out of her clothing right away, her eyes beaming into Richard's.

Once more this most lovely of female bodies was standing right in front of us.

"Christ, you're lovely," shouted Mike. His eyes were everywhere.

"I'll say she is," added Richard who now got up and approached her. He took her into his arms and was whispering into her ear. We saw her caressing his erection. Then Elena did a strange thing.

She slowly sank down to her knees and took Richard's prick silently into her mouth. He eyes were on us.

"I especially like older men," she said, nursing his cock, making hot love to it, quickly wetting the top of it, then drenching it with her saliva. Richard had his head bent and he was moaning.

"I told her she could have any one of us," Richard said cheerfully, still grinding his hips, poking his hard prick at her. He held his breath as Elena took all of his cock down her throat.

"Hey, babe, how about me?" said Mike.

Elena looked confused. Her eyes were opening and closing, and she continued td suck Richard's tool. I saw her hands cupping his lovable balls and once or twice she kissed them, her tongue flashing. I saw her licking under his legs and when she had him raise one leg up, I saw her tongue approach his asshole. Richard lifted his leg once more and I saw her tongue disappear into his anus.

"Yes, Mike's just the greatest in the ass," I said, patting him on his buttocks.

"You mean you've already fucked her up her ass?" Elena asked, rubbing her mouth with her hand. Her hair was all over her face.

"I sure did," Mike bragged. He looked around as if he expected us to clap.

"And we have this lovely dildo here," said Nancy, butting in, interrupting the conversation. She had the thing around her neck, and I saw that she was not to be kept out of it. She was holding back a little, but offered the dildo to Elena.

"But I love a real hard prick."

Elena took one look at Mike's prick and saw it was soft, then she grabbed hold of Richard's cock. It was nice and firm and she sucked it again in her mouth. "Ohooo, how I just love to suck cock."

"Did Mike come up your ass, Cherie?" Elena asked after a moment.

I grimaced. "Of course."

I was holding onto Nancy who was playing with my cunt with her sticky fingers. I could feel her fingers straddle around inside of it, then she began kissing me passionately on the mouth and stroking my clitoris at the same time.

"Ah hah, then I know what we can do," cried Elena, tearing herself away; and when she stood up, we could all appreciate why she was a dancer. She had such a pretty face, and so lovely a body, her breasts stuck out hungrily and her naughty cunt was plainly visible.

She took the white dildo away from Nancy and glanced around. Richard knew what she was looking for, and pretty soon he handed her the harness which she strapped neatly about her waist.

Standing before us, she looked just wild. The erect dildo stood up in front of her, the tiny harness wrapped around her naked waist and thighs was utterly delicious. It magnetized me.

Then before Mike knew what was happening, she quickly caught hold of him around his waist. She had strong hands. She spun him around. Bending her knees in back of his legs, she carefully arranged his buttocks and asshole, took aim and ran the dildo down his asscrack.

Mike let out so wild a scream, all of us were sure he would fly through the roof. He ran into the toilet and slammed the door shut.

Then Nancy went to Elena.

I really liked you at the dance hall," she said, glowing.

"I'm glad you did."

"Yes, I sure did," Nancy said and they embraced hotly. I knew Nancy had the same kind of feelings for Elena that I had. She was very horny. I watched them kissing and soon Nancy was hungering for kisses, caressing Elena's wonderful body and fondling her pussy and her fascinating backside.

Elena was whispering something to Nancy and soon Nancy got down on the rug alongside Richard. She smiled around, especially at me.

"Yes, you get down on your knees too, Richard," said Elena.

Richard and Nancy were both on their knees on the rub. Behind them, Elena stood up first, then she kneeled and, with the white dildo still attached to the leather harness, she pointed the end of the dildo at the opening of Nancy's tight cunt. She measured it.

From the rear this was a wonderful sight, this view of a creamy vagina fully open. Nancy's pussy looked utterly adorable, the solid pink and the white flesh, the wandering caverns, the tiny opening. I could have dived in myself. I could have cuddled up inside.

I kneeled, and at first I chewed the ravishing lips of Nancy's pussy, then I took a wide swipe at its creamy lushness with my tongue. I swallowed her intoxicating juices. I stirred my tongue all over, worshipping the intense warmth of her pussy, feeling the body heat escaping from the gushing hole.

I was poking my lips and tongue deep into it, mingling my saliva with her cream, then I touched her anus with my tongue and I saw it opening wide, expanding.

Nancy muttered a little yelp and she turned to smile at me. I could tell Nancy was remembering me sucking her in the 55 Bar.

Then I attacked Elena's body, kissing and leaving a trail of wetness all around the pressure points of the clinging harness and tracing my tongue over its outlines. This was strung around her narrow waist and looked intensely sexy, neat and attractive.

"Oh yes, yes, suck around my pussy. Yes, you use your lips on me," Elena said, her hands clasping my head, her fingers in my mouth. I was drenching her lower body with kisses, between her thighs, on the curve of her buttocks.

Finally I kissed her hungry pussy. I lavished hot kisses on its honeyed exterior, sipping the moisture clinging to the hairs, then to the top of her mossy hair, then down the sides of her moss to where the dildo sank into her pussy.

Then I grabbed hold of the white dildo sticking out from Elena's body and placed it right between Nancy's passionate cuntlips. I urged Elena by pushing her buttocks with my hand.

I began to really push her body forward and soon the dildo was sneaking between Nancy's pussylips. I watched it go in her cunt and what a sight this was. The dildo went in halfway and I leaned down and wet its shaft with my saliva, and this gave the dildo more sweep, more lubrication.

Soon it began to widen her fleshy lips and sank all the way inside Nancy's tight pussy hole.

With this, I crawled under Nancy who was still on her hands and knees. Now I was looking up between her open thighs. I could see her quivering cunt above me, the dildo moving in and out and when the dildo came out, I took it into my mouth just as I could have a prick had a prick been fucking her cunt.

I licked the dildo and Nancy kept waiting for it to appear again inside her cunt. And when Elena stuck it back in deep, I heard distinct cries of bliss above me.

As I was doing this, I felt Richard's prick trying to enter my pussy. I was still lying on my back and Richard was bracing himself over me, introducing and letting his prick enter my pussy.

I felt an immense surge of warmth and swallowed greedily when the prick funneled its way into my cunt.

I raised my knees up, then lowered them to the sides and let him fuck me. This felt oh so grand, very nice. All I could say was "... yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, yes, Richard, continue to fuck me."

It felt so grand. I loved it. I need this kind of fuck, and it was our very first.

Then, just when Elena got tired of fucking Nancy, she took out the dildo and put her face down on Nancy's pussy. I could see her lips opening and closing, her lips sucking up Nancy's juices, the hot moisture generated by the dildo.

I offered my tongue to Elena and she came down on my face with her tongue full of Nancy's cunt cream, and I loved her. I sucked Nancy's juices with my tongue and then I raised my arms and was soon holding onto Elena's breasts which I began to fondle.

Meanwhile Richard was again fucking me silly. I could feel his thick cock all the way inside my pussy. It seemed to get stiffer from his fucking me. I loved it when he would almost pull it out, then stroke it back in again. He had me almost leaping off my back. I was being fucked so hard that my thoughts and mind were confused, caught between Elena's swift tongue and Nancy's pussy juices.

Soon I felt the great surge of emotion in my body, another rush of sensation, and my whole body began to tremble, shudder and quaver. I could hear my heart beating wildly. Suddenly I felt the hot cum shoot out of my cunt, right along Richard's thick penis, and when he came inside of me at the same time, the entire room seemed to explode.



Chapter 12

Just as soon as Richard had burst his cock off inside my pussy, we all heard the front door slamming and this meant that Mike had fled the scene.

The man was so embarrassed he put his clothes on in the kitchen and didn't even bother to say good-bye. We all looked at one another and Richard shook his head.

"You can't win them all," he said and shrugged, and glanced at my buttocks, since I was right before him. And he ran his hand around them and between my thighs. He threw my legs up in the air and kissed my asshole.

"There," he said, "you should get a small kiss on your behind for letting him fuck you there."

He brought his lips up next to my face and kissed me full on the lips.

"Darling, your Daddy has jut fucked your cunt. Now wasn't that nice of him?"

"It sure was. Oh, Daddy Richard, it was so lovely, it was perfectly nice," I said, and I was full of smiles. I hugged Richard very close and he embraced me as a man would his loving daughter. We winked and smooched and I was ever conscious of his fingers dancing over my trembling body.

I really loved all of this. Richard transferred a lot of my sweet pussy juices to our lips, smoothing the liquid over them, and we kissed hotly, each avidly sucking the juices inside our mouth. It was obvious to anyone watching that we loved tasting these juices, and this brought us very close.

Now that Mike was gone, we just sat around and rested and talked. I wasn't at all surprised to notice that Richard had three naked girls surrounding him. This looked good on Richard. Just great. The lovely young Nancy was kissing his upper body and down over his shoulders and neck, while the beautiful Elena was lying across his legs with her hands and fingers roaming up and down his hairy thighs. I saw his penis was just an inch away from her mouth and she was pecking at it so gently with her wet lips.

Before this I saw her grabbing hold of his wet cock and sliding her hand up and down. She would smear it across her mouth. And twice I saw her tasting the juices that still clung to his cock from his having fucked me. These juices were so luscious and, realizing this, it brought me much closer to Elena.

Suddenly across Cat Alley, I saw Ray and Sally with several men in their apartment. It was Richard who drew our attention.

"Look," said Richard, "it seems that Ray has brought some of his buddies home from that bar."

"You see," Richard continued, Elena, Nancy and me listening, "this guy Ray works for the city and he often brings home men from this strange corner bar."

"You mean the bar with the whores?" I asked.

"Right."

"I wonder if he tells these guys he's married to Sally," I said.

"I don't think so," said Richard, caressing both Elena and I who were now sitting on either side of him. He was fondling both our breasts and each of us had our legs slung over his. Now and then I'd reach over and caress Elena's pussy and soon she was doing the same to mine.

"You mean, he tells them just the opposite?" asked Elena. "He just tells these men that he knows a whore who will fuck them, so he brings these guys home with him?"

"Anything wrong with that?" Nancy said. She was down on her knees, rubbing her face over Richard's hard prick. She was sucking on his balls. We could see she was squirming her buttocks. She had told me earlier how hot this made her feel. She meant, being down on the floor sucking a man's cock and balls while he was busy with someone else.

"No, Nancy," said I.

I was sort of wishing Richard might bring me home some strangers and tell them on the side that he had his little cocksucking daughter at home, and if they wished to come home with him to fuck their hard cocks into her mouth, and make hot love to her pussy, his little daughter would never say 'no'.

But this never happened.

"Look" Nancy said, "aren't more men hiding in that other room?"

Yes, they were. We could see the backsides of these men who were obviously staring through a wide peephole in the apartment wall. A light down at the end of the hall from where they were standing cast a soft glow.

I saw one of these men with his enormous prick sticking out, and all of us could see he was rapidly masturbating it. I saw another man with his blue shirt off. We could see his great chest with dark hair growing on it. He had massive breasts, and his belly bulged.

Then we saw Sally.

She was under the lamp shining on the bureau. She was a small woman, about 27 years old. She had a great body, but only where her hips were concerned. These were very large and marvelous. Her breasts were really tiny, but she had such a huge cunt, the like of which none of us had ever seen.

It was simply huge. There were great wide swatches of brownish dark hair growing all over her cunt. To me it looked like one massive sheet of hair with flesh between. She was kneeling on the bed naked.

"Look!" said Nancy. "See, she's got no teeth or that's the way it looks from here. Maybe she's taken out her dentures."

She was quite right. Sally had no teeth. Her face was caved in and she looked awfully strange.

Then we saw Ray.

He was a burly character and he stood naked behind the closet. We could see him clearly, but the men who came into the room and who wanted to fuck Sally, in the mouth or in the cunt, could not see him. Was he spying on his wife?

"Look," said Richard, looking down to see his hand around his cock. "He's jerking off his prick."

Then one of these men climbed up on the bed and taking Sally by her waist, threw her back across some pillows. Then he kneeled over her face and began shaking his penis over her cheeks with both hands, driving it into her mouth.

We all saw her mouth open wide, and then we saw her lips take in his stiff cock, her sallow cheeks puffed out, and we saw her eyes brighten from the penis being pushed so deep down her throat. This man kept fucking her mouth as he would have her cunt.

Then another man came in the dimly lighted room and took off his pants. He had no underwear on and he was naked from the waist down. He jerked off his organ as soon as he had it where he wanted it.

We could see that none of these men were speaking to one another, or when one did say something, he aid a short word which could have been fuck or shit, something like that.

Then a third man jumped on the bed. This man got on his knees and instantly buried his face between Sally's outstretched thighs. His tongue was lapping before he got to her cunt, and her swollen cunt swallowed his thick tongue. He began to suck and lick her cunt wildly.

Then we saw her put her hands on his neck. She was thrusting her thighs back, raising her hips from the sheet and throwing out her buttocks until she was holding him in a vise-like grip.

Finally the man fucking her cunt had his cum and we noticed that he didn't even buck up or cry out. He got off her and went out in to the hallway. We could see his body clearly, even see him perspiring.

By now Richard and Nancy were seated on our sofa. I had darkened our lights and thrown open the two curtains. Elena and I were sitting alone at the foot of the sofa, our legs and arms entwined. Our pussies were very wet. We kept brushing our hands over each other's mouth.

She looked at me so lovingly and, touching my swollen breasts, began to nibble at my mouth and seduce my tongue, until finally she put her tongue into my ears. She began to murmur words of sweet love.

Soon Nancy had turned around so she could also watch what was happening across the way, but this time she had Richard's cock in her mouth. She was also sucking his balls. I cans till hear her lapping.

Elena and I watched Nancy and Richard, then Elena made me squat on the sofa.

She slid her body under my buttocks and now her upturned cunt was over my half-closed eyes and face.

She said she had seen enough of what was going on across the way and now that she was sitting astride me, she was going to rub her pussy and asshole on my mouth and nose until she came.

I soon had my tongue stabbing up inside of her flooding pussy and then I literally bumped her body up and down. She smashed down her bottom all over my face. And soon I knew she was feeling my lips and teeth chewing, then my tongue sliding blissfully inside of her hot little cunt.

This was when Richard came over and I reached out my hand to take his prick. I held him by his cock and began to masturbate him quietly while Elena kept rubbing on my face. Then he stood astride me and offered Elena his prick. I saw her take it and I reached up to guide it into her mouth.

Then Richard got down on his knees and I moved my head away so he could put his prick in my mouth. I could Elena's warm saliva. Again our eyes met. Elena turned and came right close to his prick with her tongue. He began to shove it back and forth, once in her mouth, next in my mouth, until finally he plunged it into my mouth while she began sucking and licking his shaft up and down.

Then she turned. She lay on her back. And Richard saw what he was going to do next. He was going to fuck her. Richard introduced his cock to her cunt and I kneeled next to Elena and guided his prick in. His cock sank so nicely inside and I took to licking the base of it s he began to fuck it in and out. Often I would take his whole cock in my mouth and after I spit it out, go right back to sucking her cunt and her asshole.

When Richard began to drive his flaming cock into her cunt so powerfully, I was holding his balls and yelling with all my might. I had my wet hand curled around his driving cock. I was screaming, urging him to cum into cunt, and when his prick began to shiver, began to throb, when it was about to cu, and it did, I bent down my head in hopes of listening to his cumming, but, of course, this is impossible so I did the next best thing.

I looked at his hot juices leaving his eager cock, his cum squirting under my nose, the hot jism showering all over Elena's feverish cunt, spraying all over her lower belly, and I put my mouth down there and gobbled all the cum up. All of it, to the very last drop.

Richard just watched. He reached out for my hand, and we held on to each other, looking into the other's eyes. Never had I been so gloriously happy!



Chapter 13

It was later that Nancy and Elena went into my room to catch some sleep and Richard and I curled upon the sofa and began to pillow talk.

"You see, dear," he began, "I do like girls around me." "And so do I," I laughed, kissing him.

"Is this because you're female inclined?" he wanted to know. He put his arm around the pillow.

"Perhaps ..."

He was looking at me, wasn't saying anything. I leaned up.

"Listen, you want to know what I think? I believe all girls are that way. I mean, most will make love to a girl in certain situations. Perhaps only kiss around her face a little, but as time passes and passion rises, and only if the situation is right, I mean, the lights are turned down low and there's soft music and loads of time, then there's an intimate touch, a feel of breasts, nipples. Then suddenly your lips are on her face, her neck, and then you use your fingers to bring her enjoyments, and maybe you'll start kissing her nipples, smoothing her breasts, hugging her all over. Maybe you'll suck her breasts or even finger and fondle the inside of her thighs, then place your mouth where your fingers were and you suck them.

"This could take minutes or hours."

I laughed. "Sometimes it takes days."

Richard then flopped me over and began to suck my buttocks. His tongue was over me. I felt his hands spreading my buttocks wide open and again I felt the coolness of the air in the room hitting my asshole. It was soon after this that I felt his tongue digging into my asshole.

Then Richard began to lick up and down the inside of my thighs. He licked down each leg to my ankles and finally took my toes into his mouth. He licked my feet and I was sure now he had forgotten all about them.

"Come on up here," I said.

And he did. In the dimness, he looked just gorgeous.

I took his hard cock and guided it into my mouth. Then I grabbed his balls and began to squeeze them tight. He loved this. I wiggled my index finger into his tight asshole, and at first he wouldn't accept it, but finally he did.

I stuck my fingers all the way up inside his anus and it felt very wet and very deep. Then I used my middle finger after withdrawing my index finger and he moved a little, and then I shot three fingers up his ass.

"Oh God," he snorted.

"You like?" I whispered.

"You know I do," said he.

I began to hand-fuck his asshole at the same time I was allowing his stiff prick to poke between my lips. I sucked his prick down my throat after thoroughly wetting it with saliva.

Then he turned around, and without my losing his prick, he threw his legs over my shoulders and my mouth remained close to his balls and asshole.

Now he was in position to suck my pussy. I opened my thighs, then hoisted up my knees. I pressed his face between my thighs and holding his prick in my hand, screamed out for him to suck me. Suddenly I was so hot and so horny for a pussy suck.

"Oh Richard, yes, suck my cunt. I love when you're in a position like this. I can't see your face and I imagine you could be anybody sucking me like this ..."

"... tell me who?"

I went into another fantasy.

"I'm pretending you're my brother."

"I didn't know you had a brother," Richard said, his voice muddled by his sucking lips.

"Oh yes. I do have a brother."

"How old?" came Richard's voice. He was lapping my clitoris and I was wiggling all around. My cunt must have been wide open. I could feel his dancing fingers, or was that his dancing tongue? I couldn't tell the difference.

"He was just nineteen," I said.

"Did he fuck you?"

"Oh yes, you know he did." I began to twitch and thrust, as if my brother was till fucking my pussy.

"Did he suck you?"

"Oh golly, yes, yes, everywhere. Everywhere! In the garden in back of the house. He had his pants down. I saw his erect penis. It was asking me to suck it. It was so magnificent, so splendid. I could have stared at it for hours.

"I was so hot. I wanted to take my panties off. He watched me. I was rubbing my forgers in my pussy hair. Then inch by inch I took them off my hips. And I was teasing him. Going ever so slowly until finally I had slipped my panties off my feet and handed them to him. He brought the naughty material to his lips. He kissed the crotch. He rubbed the soiled crotch over his mouth. And I was still staring at him. I couldn't believe what he was doing to my panties.

"Then I saw him put the crotch into his mouth and suck it. He was smiling up at me and rubbing his belly. "Finally I saw him tuck them in his back pocket." ... he was sitting there on the damp earth, his naked behind was all wet from the wet grass and he had my legs open in front of his face. Imagine him sitting before me looking at my cunt?

"He was licking all around my pubic hair. Spinning me around and licking the cleavage between my bottom cheeks, then spinning me around again in front and continuing with his tongue in my belly button. I can still see his tongue. How firm it looked, and how wet. It was dripping with my cunt juices.

"Oh yes, he was tonguing my whole body and then he turned me around, bent me over and licked around my asshole. He licked between my bottom globes, then he licked me all over my ass. He spread my thighs wide apart and then he introduced his tongue again into my asshole. I felt his tongue so hard and firm inside my cheeks."

"Oh God, tell me more."

"... when he finished licking my behind, he had me sit in the backyard swing. Here I was half naked, holding up my skirt.

"I just fit in that swing. I loved sitting there without my panties. My bare ass felt nice and sweet on the rough wood. Then he took off my sandals and my socks. Now my feet were bare. He tossed my socks away. He raised up my bare feet and he sucked my toes from underneath. Then he took each naked foot into his mouth and sucked every toe until they were dripping with his saliva. This was the first time my feet were sucked."

"Did you cum while he was sucking your toes?"

I knew Richard would ask me this because of his own foot fetish, and his immense desire to lick and suck my toes and feet.

I felt my right foot being slowly raised up to Richard's mouth. I felt him drooling, his saliva trickling between my toes. Looking around I could watch his eyes caressing my toes, actually see my toes between his lips.

"Should I have cum?" I asked. "I mean, with his sucking my feet?"

"Oh God, don't even ask me that! What happened next? You must tell me ... yes, tell me, Cherie."

I continued: "My brother didn't say anything but kept on sucking and licking my feet. Oh, I was going crazy. I switched feet. I placed each delicate toe into his mouth. I loved how he sucked each toe. One foot, then the other. All of my beautiful toes right in his mouth. And he sucked all of my feet, the heels, the instep, the soles. He even sucked my soles."

"Oh God," came Richard's muffled tone. By now his face was buried inside my vagina.

"Finally I took off all my clothes. I was absolutely naked in the yard. I was free as a bird."

"Couldn't anyone see you?"

"Of course ... all the people who lived with us."

"Your mother ...?"

"If she was looking, yes, I suppose."

"Then what did your brother do?"

"He yanked me off the swing. He pulled my body toward him. He was still sitting on the ground at the foot of the swing. By now his prick was the largest I've ever seen. It was bubbling. I could see it glistening."

"What happened? Of God, tell me ..."

"Now he was able to really suck my pussy! I had spread my thighs wide. He could see all my pussy. Inside of it. He could see how pink it was. The labia. Then I raised my knees up and swung lazily back and forth, my eyes urging him to suck it."

Richard was breathing very hard. I could hear his heart beating. His leaking prick and balls were still all over my neck and face and his prick almost inside my mouth. He was still sucking and licking my juicy cunt for all he was worth.

"I wrapped my naked legs around my brother's head. My feet were bare and I pressed his head toward my cunt. I looked down. My cunt was leaking and when he came up close, he got his face all smeared with my wet juices. God, was I dripping! Then he climbed up and hugged and kissed me on the mouth and this was the very first time I have ever tasted my own pussy juices. I mean, when I was hot.

"Then what?"

Richard was rubbing his cock over my breasts. I could feel its pressure on my nipples. I have never felt anything like this.

"I don't remember but we were interrupted. I didn't see him until later that night. I was so impatient. By then, my anxieties were terrible. I thought I would never see him again. It was as if he had flown away.

"Then at last, a tiny noise in the hall. I heard him steal into my room. He climbed in bed with me. I was naked. I greeted him. We hugged and hugged and kissed and kissed. I was so exhausted waiting for him.

"Tell me what happened next?"

"He began to stroke my breasts. Then he took off his clothes and kicked them under the bed. He climbed up and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He spread my legs wide open. He began to find and touch my clitoris. Then he began to pinch it. I wanted to cry out. I was holding my breath. His hands were everywhere.

"Oh yes, yes," I screamed out, "please finger fuck me ..."

"I said this to him and he did this. He used his fingers the same way you're using yours, Richard.

"In my ass,' I kept saying. 'I want your fingers in my behind."

"Were his fingers in your asshole?" Richard asked.

"Oh yes, in my asshole. Deep in my ass."

"Yes, do it to Cherie up her asshole, 'I kept telling him. 'Fuck your sister's asshole."

This was when Richard began to fuck my mouth with his prick. How my words excited him. He was actually attacking my cunt. I knew that I could also be his slave.

I could feel his prick becoming stiffer. He lifted up his body and when I saw his prick was in a mouth-fucking position, I let it rush down my throat. I arranged my face and mouth just so he could fuck his cock in my mouth. He really fucked my face.

Soon it happened. I could feel it. I felt him getting ready to cum. His cock was throbbing. It was so huge. His lungs were heaving. I just accepted his tool. I took it. I was trying to suck and lick the full length of his cock, but it was going in and out of my mouth so quickly my mouth wasn't able to keep up.

I pretended my mouth was a giant hole. Ironically, I was enjoying this, but it only seemed to be what he wanted and it wasn't what I needed, not at that moment.

Just when I felt him cumming, he relaxed. A soft breeze blew over me. He took his legs off my face and came up alongside of me and was holding me close, like a lover.

"You see," he purred, "I've never fucked a girl in the mouth like that, never quite like that ..."

I lay back, arms and legs stretched out. I wiggled my naked toes and ran my hand over my mouth. He stretched and looked down at me.

"It's been a wild day ..."

"Yeah, I'd say that," I said, looking up. Another stretch, another slow evening kiss. "Good night, daughter."

"Good night, Daddy."



Chapter 14

The following day I went to work at Emilio's. I left Richard home and Elena was still asleep in the middle room. Somewhere during the wee hours Nancy had left for home. I remember her saying good bye, but that's all.

In Emilio's I was late so I had to hurry. I put on my uniform and in the tiny crowded dressing room, I ran into the other waitress. She was Ellie Furguson, once a would-be actress whom the theatre had given up. Now she was an older woman, over forty, but she always had a kind word and a sweet smile for me.

Ellie worked part-time to keep her son in school. The rest of the time, she spent raising him, a bright lad whom I had seen often, and who had a beaming smile. Bobby was already in college, his age nineteen.

Ellie was among the first to notice me going off with Richard. She was on duty when I was going off with him the day before.

"Say, how you gettin' along with that guy?"

"With Richard, you mean? Me? I guess we're doing okay," I said, starting to fill the catsup bottles.

This was before any customers came. Nobody was around yet on the terrace cafe part of the restaurant.

"Listen," Ellie said, putting her hand on my arm, "I want to ask you something about him. Come and sit with me." She patted the seat.

"What," I said, pouring me some coffee. She didn't want any.

She leaned forward. "Is it true that he has a big one?" Her eyes were suddenly wild. She was catching her breath.

I laughed. "You interested in that?" I was still amused. She was too old, I thought. "You mean, does he have a big prick."

"Yes, of course," she kind of smiled. She formed her lips as if to suck a prick, holding them open, then wiggling her thumb around.

"He sure had," I told her. "Richard has a beautiful cock. I should know," I bragged. "I had more than enough of it."

"Tell me, is it very large, or is it more like normal?" she asked me. Her voice had a serious tone now.

"Well," I said, "I don't know just what you mean by normal." I hesitated. "Oh sure, it was larger than normal."

"This is the size of my son's prick," she said. She admitted this, saying it all so casually. And this information surprised and shocked me.

What an amazing woman she was. She sure had guessed what Richard's size was.

I hesitated saying anything more about her son, Bobby.

"Yes, it's a large one," I went on, "like you've drawn, and it fits into my mouth and ..." I leaned forward and said gently, "and ... into my asshole." This was to make her jealous.

I opened my mouth wide to show her more or less the accurate circumference of his penis.

Her eyes narrowed. "Oh yes, I see."

She sat back and exclaimed in surprise, "In your asshole? It's not all that large?" she laughed. "I mean, your bottom?"

"Yep, in my ass," I joked. "It opens up," I told her.

Then I lowered my voice and told her tiny details about how Richard slid his prick into my behind. The different positions I had assumed. Maybe this wasn't fair, but I didn't care. Telling her this gave me a brand new thrill. Never before have I talked about my asshole with strangers. Then, suddenly I wanted to caress it, to touch it. But while this talk was going on, all I could think about was her son.

Imagine a mother discussing her son with a stranger! With a prick that size. And how on earth did she know this?

"Did you enjoy it?" Ellie grinned, lowering her head, her lips widening into a bright smile. She was squirming her bottom all over the place, and I saw her pull her skirt way up above her knees. She wore sleek silk stockings and a garter belt. This was unusual for a waitress and it made me wonder.

Then I saw her looking over her shoulder. Nobody was around. She slowly let her fingers glide between her legs and I could tell what she was doing, but I didn't dare say a word.

"You mean, he had you bent over and he pushed his thing up your ... into your asshole?"

"Yes." I paused. "It didn't go in at first, but after he licked my ass a little, then it slipped right in ..."

"You mean, he licked your asshole first?"

"Yes. He sucked it and licked it."

"Oh my goodness. You know," she said, "I thought they did that only in dirty books like Bobby brought home and thinks he hides from me, or in one of those porn movies he puts into our VCR and takes out when I'm home. Many's the time I've looked at them when he's gone off to school."

"Oh no," I said. "Richard really did it in my ass, and it felt just marvelous. In fact, it was my first time."

I moved in closer. There was something cozy about her now.

"Have you ever had it there?" I had to lower my eyes. Her face was quite close to mine.

"Oh yes," she said.

I felt her hand touching my knee, then rubbing upwards toward my pussy. Her other hand was on my wrist.

I tried not to look surprised.

"Yes." She mumbled again. "Yes, I have had it there."

"You want to tell me about it?"

"Yes," she said. "Once he licked my asshole. I could feel his tongue down there. Inside. He did this while he was licking my pussy."

And now her eyes were closed. Whoever it was, she was very fond of him. I wanted to ask who had fucked her ass, but I didn't dare.

She narrowed her eyes. "You say that Richard had his tongue inside your asshole?"

"Yes, his tongue," I answered. "It sank right into me. He had me on my belly and my legs were spread wide open, and he was dipping his tongue into my asshole. I looked around. I could see his tongue."

"All the way ... in?" "Yes, all the way!"

I saw a deep blush come over her face.

"Oh my," she said, and sat back. I had a chance to look up her skirt, and I saw that she had no panties on. Her legs were slim.

I would never have looked at Ellie Ferguson before. I mean, with sex on my mind. There was something so plain, yes, very plain about her face. And her figure wasn't bad at all. She just wasn't voluptuous. Her breasts were fascinating, and I could imagine her pussy and her white thighs.

"Did Richard teach you anything else about sex, about women, I mean, women who make love to other women?"

Her hand was sliding up my arm and I felt the heat from her fingers. She was smiling and, indeed, she had a pleasant smile. I noticed that special kind of hopefulness in her voice.

Her eyes began wandering over my breasts. I had on my uniform blouse which wasn't yet fully buttoned. Three buttons remained undone, and while she wasn't looking, I opened it further.

"About some girls, maybe?" I said. "About some women. He even introduced me to one or two."

Now she was staring at my breasts. "He did! You mean, girls who love girls?"

"Yes, he did. There was one. And then another girl. As a matter of fact, she's at home with him right this very minute. Her name's Elena."

Ellie sat up. She shook herself. She was smiling. She came in closer.

"Listen to me, Cherie," she said. "Do you know of any way I could find a girl who likes other girls?" I saw her glance down at her own breasts then across to mine. She smiled at me.

"Of course," I laughed.

"Who?"

Before I could answer, she continued, "I don't know how to say this, but it's ... for ... it's for my son. For Bobby."

"For Bobby?"

"Yes, for him."

"But aren't you, well, taking care of Bobby? I mean ...?"

"Yes, sort of. Yes. I take care of him now and then." She paused. "Yes, I know, if you're thinking it's incestful, I realize it is, but these days mothers must take care of their sons; they must be all at it. When Bobby wants me naked, I get naked. I play with his prick, jerk it off. You know what I mean, don't you, Cherie?"

There was less anguish in her voice than I expected. In fact, she was able to speak freely.

"Yes." I said yes, and I meant yes.

This left me with nothing to say. So we just sat there staring into the other's eyes. Her hands were busy in her lap and I could imagine what they were doing.

"Are you shocked at what I've told you?" she wanted to know.

"Yes, a little. I'm shocked a little."

"Don't be," Ellie said. Our knees were touching, and I liked this. Then she folded her arms. Her skirt was way up.

"It's a family thing."

"Incest ...?"

"Yes."

"But what does that have to do with a girl who likes sex with another girl for Bobby?"

"That's all he thinks about. I'm sure he dreams it. Once he said he wished he had a sister."

"How do you know that?"

"He tells me. This sex subject is on his mind all of the time. He had dozens of home video movies about girls making hot love to other girls. He's always naked in front of the TV. I've seen him masturbating.-That's how I know what size his prick is. I've seen it, held on to it dozens of times."

She looked away.

"Yes, I know he goes to school and he's okay with his grades and all that, but he never goes out socially.

"I run around the apartment nude and even pose indecently naked for him. This morning he masturbated and came all over my breasts with me kneeling in front of him. Sometimes he cums on my face, once or twice in my mouth.

"He's always wishing for another girl, someone to make love to me. Can you imagine that? He want to watch.

"Yes, it's got to be a young lade who will let him watch us fool around. A lady who will parade around our apartment stark naked the way I do. Do you understand me?"

By now Ellie was very aroused and me too. Her hands were on my breasts and now our legs were apart.

I changed my seat and sat beside her on the bench.

She continued, her arms around my shoulders.

"You see, I was already suspicious from his dirty books which he'd keep hiding and I'd keep finding; and then the dozens of X-rated movies for the TV. Before I'd come home, he would instantly change the situation. Then I found out and we had several long intimate talks.

"Often he would have me watch these pornographic films with him. We got more friendly. Both of us naked and me seated on the couch right next to him, watching these naked girls loving each other's pussies and kissing the other's swollen breasts, or just kissing on their mouths.

"Then one day he tried this kissing business with me and I grew to like it. I loved when he sucked my nipples. And when one girl went down on her knees to suck the other girl's pussy, Bobby would get down on his knees to suck my thighs and smash his nose and his lips into my pussy, or maybe he'd just toss my thighs back over my shoulders on the couch and lick my wet pussy and my asshole. He would really lubricate me. My pussy would become a slobbering mess, and pretty soon I loved being exposed that way, my cunt and my asshole so available for him to lick and to suck."

I was beside myself.

"I'm telling you the whole truth, Cherie."

I was still beside myself.

"Then just today, he and I were naked and he had me wear silk stockings and this garter belt I've got on now. Like this morning he informed me that he'd be in here today to look at me at work, wearing his stockings and his garter belt and those terrible high heels I have back in my locker. Have you seen them?"

"No, I haven't."

"They're terrible. So high. I can hardly walk in them," Ellie said, "but I'm getting better at it."

She slipped off her flats and began to massage her stockinged toes. My eyes were fascinated.

"So, there, I've told you everything."

She shook her head. "There's not much else," she smiled.

I had to take her hand.

"I'll see if I can't get some help from Richard," I said and then suddenly I felt like opening her blouse.

She allowed me this and offered her naked breasts to my lips. Very gently, I kissed each nipple.

She didn't move her eyes. I raised my lips and then fondled her body, my hands cupping each breast. Ellie smiled at me and lay back.

"Do you want me to pose the way I was this morning, Cherie? I had on my silk stockings and my garter belt and my wicked high heels. I'll expose myself to show you what I mean. My behind is wide open and you can see my asshole, and my pussylips are so eager to be licked ..."

I shook my head.

"Cherie, are you going to be my girl, the girl I can take home to Bobby?"

"But isn't he going to visit us here soon?"

"Yes, he is."

"With his enormous prick ..."

"Yes."

Her face was a wreath of smiles.

"Ellie, you know I am. Yes, I'm your girl," I said, and we started to kiss.



Chapter 15

Ellie poked me in the ribs. "Hey, look who I see?"

It was Bobby. He was winding his way down the middle aisle.

He was taller than us, and the best thing about him was his face. He could have been a young movie star. He wore blue jeans, white woolen socks and sneakers, but best of all, I could see his huge prick sticking up inside his crotch. Suddenly I was overjoyed. His mother had been speaking the truth.

"Bobby," his mother said, "this is Cherie. She works here with me. Isn't she cute?"

"Glad to see you," he said, looking me over. His eyes traced my breasts, then down over my thighs to my slim ankles. Then I saw him studying between my legs. I could imagine what he was looking for.

"Hi, Bobby." My eyes were also racing up and down his body, paying close attention to his crotch.

"I've heard lots of good things about you," I said, focusing my eyes on his crotch, as if he'd suddenly know what we'd been talking about.

Ellie nudged me.

"She told me just the good things," I grinned.

"That's great," he said. "I wouldn't want mother to tell you the bad things."

He said this with a smile.

"Oh," I added, "but I heard some of the bad things too." Ellie squirmed and held onto my hand.

"Let's go in the back where we won't be seen," said Bobby. Ellie took his hand and I noticed how much he liked this. He kept looking over his shoulder at me. And once we were in the back, away from everybody, she embraced him.

Without looking at me, I saw them kiss; more than a mother ordinarily kisses her son. Without any kind of embarrassment, I saw Ellie reach one hand down to his crotch and snuggle her fingers happily between his thighs. Her eyes were aglow.

His fingers were holding her by her cheeks and I could actually see his pink tongue sink into his mother's mouth. I saw her lips grabbing hold of his tongue, then her eager mouth and tongue working hard in his mouth.

Then I saw him look at me. I saw a question in his eyes. He whispered something to her.

"But, Bobby, I had to tell her ..."

"Oh mother! Shit!"

"Yes, I had to. I had to," she repeated. "Don't you realize how you've been driving me crazy and I thought if I confessed to Cherie, she might be able to help us solve our problem.

I noticed how she said 'our' problem.

With this, he backed away. His eyes opened wide. He sat down in a chair and leaned forward. He seemed much older now. "Do you understand what we need?" he asked.

"Yes, I think so," I answered. I had to keep a straight face. "Yes. It's a girl who makes hot love to other girls, someone you want to watch you ... to share you, to make physical love to your mother here."

"Yes, this is a hard thing to explain. Yes, that's it."

I was so happy I wanted to hug them.

They both smiled and took turns kissing me. I saw his eyes looking at my own, drawing my attention to his lovely crotch, and when I did glance down, I saw her hand was fumbling with his fly. It was as though I weren't there.

"I'm so anxious to show your cock to Cherie," said Ellie, opening his fly, digging her hand in and coming out with his long thick penis. It was intoxicating. I became feverish. I felt that same old ache in my hungry pussy.

"Listen, can't we go somewhere, I mean, right now? I'm so hot for both of you," he said, stepping back. With his cock in his mother's hand, it was truly magnificent. It was long, thick and shiny. And how it glistened!

Bobby looked down and smiled. His cock was standing straight up, poking itself at us from outside his pants. His eyes gleamed.

Looking at me closely, he lovingly ran his hand over it. He began to masturbate the head, and then, catching my eye, he wrapped his fingers around the nakedness of it. He cupped his huge balls. "I'm so earnestly hot," he breathed.

"Why don't we go upstairs ... to the empty apartment," Ellie said anxiously. "Let's take an hour off, something like that. Oh, can't we, can't we?" she asked me.

"Yes," I said, "I suppose we can." This meant putting up the sign out front and the place wouldn't be open for an hour. Besides, the bartender was late.

Upstairs in the apartment, we let ourselves in. No one had been here for several weeks. Thick dust covered everything. There was this rundown couch, chairs with no backs, a rickety table.

Then, before we knew what was happening, Bobby was stark naked. He strode around showing off. I loved his wonderful body. It was magnificent. He looked like a Greek statue with a monstrous hard-on. He told Ellie and me to sit on the couch, and a we did this, he and his hard-on were busy undressing us. We kept playing with his erection and Ellie and I were joking together.

When our breasts were naked, and since both of us had no panties on when he took off our skirts, his eyes almost popped. "Wow," he cried, "look at this!!" And he began to play with out pussies.

"I've always dreamed of this," he said, planting kisses all over both our bodies. Ellie still had on the garter belt and the silky nylons. And turning toward me, he said, "and you're going to make love to my mother?"

Bobby fell down on his knees. He rubbed his face on Ellie's silk stockings, then he placed his mother's high heels on her stockinged feet. He had brought these upstairs with us. He didn't have a foot fetish yet, but he did this so lovingly. Her stockinged thighs and legs were rather beautiful. When he raised his mother's thighs up very high to expose her lovely body to our eyes, my pussy began to burn. The sight of her nyloned legs was so splendid, I was glowing inside. I knew my pussy was getting wet. I could feel it and ran my hand between my thighs.

I could see the lush folds of Ellie's frenzied pussy and her fascinating asshole. Both were wet and inviting and the garter belt highlighted this. Both holes were especially pleasing and I ran my fingers over each. I stuck my fingers inside her luxurious pussy. She opened her thighs wider and smiled. It was coloured pink just like the rest of her privates.

"This is our favorite position," he said. "I adore my mother when she's in this position ... like this."

"Me, too," I said. As I watched, Ellie threw her naked legs back over her shoulders and locked her ankles. She wiggled her toes through the sheer silk. Again I looked longingly at her lovely cunt and her gorgeous asshole. It was prettier than I had imagined. Nice and tight. Not a single hair visible around her anus. I could see why Bobby had fallen in love with it.

Bobby took one long look at my naked body and then pushed me toward her. "Go on, eat her up. Eat her cunt," he ordered.

"Life doesn't go that way," I insisted. "You've got to wait. You've got to let it happen naturally."

I sat down alongside Ellie on the couch and folded her into my arms. Bobby sat on the floor and began to masturbate. I knew he would do this. He had his stiff prick in his hand and his rounded balls in the other. From time to time he would rub his face on her stockings up near her bare thigh. He would peck at her pussy with his lips. He was massaging his balls with his fingers and with the other hand, he was jerking off his huge cock and wiping his juices on her hose and across her pussy hair.

Later, as he watched us make love, I saw him spitting into his hand and smearing the saliva onto his slowly growing prick.

Meanwhile, Ellie's mouth was on top of mine and my tongue was wiggling deep inside. I loved this. It was like sucking her pussy. Her hand was squeezing my tender breasts and I began to caress and fondle each of her eager nipples.

We were performing just like Bobby wanted and he sat there glowing, his eager eyes following our every movement. But it was when I bent my head to suck her nipples that she grabbed hold of Bobby and had him doing the same to her other nipple. So there we were, the two of us, both sucking her nipples with our eyes laughing.

Soon one of Ellie's hands was jerking off his cock. She kept looking at it and at me and smiling. Then she lowered her other hand and soon it was roaming all over my breasts, my belly and my thighs.

"I love sex this way, just the three of us," she explained. Then looking her son in the eyes, she opened her legs and started to press my head down toward her pussy.

He stood up. Then he pulled my body and lowered it to the floor. It seemed that she and Bobby knew just how to do this. They must have discussed this a thousand times.

When I was laying on my back on the floor, she got down and took a squatting position, putting her behind right over my face so that my mouth was just before her pussy hairs and hot cunt.

If I desired, I could either suck her cunt or asshole at the same time. I could press her head between my own thighs if I wanted to, and she could suck my pussy.

Bobby then got up and came around in back of her. He kneeled behind his mouth and put his prick up close to her hungry cunt after rubbing it between her pussylips.

Now his prick was right beside my open mouth and I wet it with my tongue. Then he placed his penis between the lips of her sweet pussy, which he opened up with his fingers. As Bobby tried to squeeze his cock inside, right past my lips, I was finally able to lick it. I caught hold of his shining cock with my tongue and began to lick and suck the shaft. I turned my head and sucked his prick shaft right down to his balls.

Then I saw him urging his cock into her pussy. He began to make the motions of fucking his cock back and forth. And the more he did this, the more wet and shiny and glistening his cock became.

I licked furiously, sucking his cock when it was out and then, before he sank it back up her pussy, I was able to suck it again. Because of the expression on his face, I knew this was his first time. His eyes were filled with delight.

When I felt his cock begin to shiver, to quiver and throb, I knew it was about to explode. Quickly, I opened my mouth wide and took the whole tip of it down my throat. I sucked it for all I was worth, and he came and came.

My throat began to swell up and I was quickly swallowing. I felt the silvery slivers of hot cum shooting up his shaft from his giant balls. Then I released his cock from my jaws. Holding his prick by its juicy top, I began to wipe the edge of his snorting cock all over his mother's heaving buttocks and deep into the interior of her pussy. I knew that Ellie had not the time or was fucked enough to cum, so I went at her furiously with my mouth.

While Bobby sat back and watched us, really enjoying himself, I sucked every inch of Ellie's aching cunt and planted my tongue deeply inside her behind, between the bottom cheeks. Then with both hands I spread her buttocks wide open and jammed my tongue right up her ass as if it were a prick.

Ellie yelled out. Another wild scream! I could feel her reeling and crying out. The outside hairs of her pussy were covered with his thick semen and my juices were coating her glowing buttocks. All this mingled with the fine soft hairs of her exquisite pussy.

Bobby got on his knees and put his head close to my mouth. We touched tongues. Smiling at him, I sucked and sucked her cunt, catching the flowing juices of her pussy between my teeth until she was screaming and crying out:

"Oh yes yes, God, yes ... suck my cunt. Yes, suck my asshole ... Oh God, suck my asshole ..."

At the same time I was kissing Bobby. We were swapping saliva. Then I pushed him away until he was now lapping his tongue above his mother's stocking tops and over the white flesh of her dazzling thighs. Then he came up closer to her ripe asshole and stabbed his tongue in deep.

Ellie let out yet another scream. I insisted on licking and sucking both her nether holes, letting my tongue slide easily from her anus back inside her sopping wet pussy, letting him see my tongue do this to his mother's pussy and asshole. And Bobby followed suit. He did the same to his mother as I did, and she loved every minute of it.

I wondered what he would do if I were to suddenly ask him to go down on my cunt!

I put my hand down and rubbed my pussy vigorously. I wet my fingers with my saliva and then rubbed my clitoris. It was burning hot, literally on fire.

"Bobby," said I, spreading my thighs wide, "you come up here and finish eating my pussy," I said, putting my hand on my pussy and masturbating my lips, "and I'll tell you something you won't forget for the rest of your life."

I paused while his eyes gazed into mine. He lavished my mouth with hot kisses. Then we kissed again and I had to smile.

"Then, if you make me cum inside your mouth, I'll take you somewhere you won't ever believe ..."



Chapter 16

That very evening I told Bobby to bring his mother to Richard's house. I gave him the address. She was to wear her new slinky high heels and her sheerest silk stockings. She was to wear nothing under her coat except the thin garter belt, the naughty nylons and her high heels. She was to paint her toenails bright crimson.

If Bobby, who was to appear shortly after his mother, was going to see her really made hot love to by naked girls, then she'd better be ready for it.

As for Bobby, I told him down at Emilio's not to jerk off for the rest of the day, to keep his good looking penis fresh and hot.

I looked him right in the eyes. "Let's suck," said I, laughing, and I gave him another blowjob.

Plans for that evening were for Nancy and I and Elena to arrange for Ellie Ferguson, stockings, heels and all. We were going to place her on the sofa and have Richard and Bobby watching us, and slowly and surely we would make wild love to Ellie.

Bobby could see everything we did to his mother.

This meant Bobby would be able to watch his darling mother being made wanton love to by us all, and if this majestic enterprise didn't satisfy him, I didn't know what would.

When Bobby came, several records were playing on the turntable and we were surrounded by pleasantness. Nancy and I kissed and hugged and touched each other's bodies intimately, our fingers seeking the other's delicious cunt and asshole.

Nancy was dancing around naked with Elena, serving us drinks, running around the apartment letting us see her lovely back, her bare buttocks and he swollen breasts.

Often Elena and she would rub their hands and then sneak their little fingers between the other's buttocks or between their thighs, making us laugh and smile. "Who wants a taste?" Nancy would inquire, her eyes dancing.

Then we saw Elena on the sofa and sitting nude on Richard's lap.

Of course, I had told everybody all about Ellie and her son, Bobby, and they listened intently.

Elena was still wearing her sheer bikini panties which showed everything she owned.

"Do you think she'll like me in these?" she asked. "You can see my pussylips right through this material," she laughed. She was proud of her pussylips.

We were all gathered around the sofa. Richard and Elena were on the bed, him leaning against the backboard. He had Elena sitting across his lap. Her cunt had his prick up inside it and they were slowly fucking. No longer was I jealous. To me, this seemed quite natural, because I knew how much Elena was enjoying it. She could sit with a stiff prick up her cunt for hours at a time. She loved fucking this way, and all Richard and she did was look into the other's eyes.

Nancy and I sat across in the lounge chair. I had my arms around her naked shoulders. I was playing with her gracious titties and her hands were between my open legs. I had them spread wide open, twisting and spinning as her fingers explored the inside of my wet vagina.

This was when Ellie Ferguson knocked on the door.

I called and she heard me, "Open it! Oh, it's you. Oh, Ellie? Come on in."

"Yes," came her voice down the hall, and when she walked into the front room, the sight before our eyes was fascinating. You should have seen her.

Ellie was dressed in her garter belt, her nylons and high heels. She had thrown off her raincoat in the kitchen. Otherwise, she was stark naked. She was laughing and showing off her body, especially her-handsome buttocks.

"Look at my titties," she called out. She had painted her nipples with lipstick until they shined bright red. Her long hair was swept up, her eyes were heavily made up. She looked like a showgirl. She took one look around for her son, and spotted him sitting on the floor watching us. Bobby smiled lasciviously at her.

Ellie smiled at me as I passed her. She reached out her hand to touch my breasts and I blew her a kiss. Then I went toward Bobby. He and I kissed. I reached for his darling prick. It was hard and strong. He got up and went to his mother, his cock leading the way.

"Oh my mother, how do I love you," he said. "I'm glad you came. I really am."
Ellie took her son by his prick and jerked it a little. They kissed, then she took his head and placed his mouth against her breasts. He licked and sucked until his lips were covered with lipstick. I could tell by Bobby's eyes that he couldn't get over how completely sexy she looked. But his throbbing prick told the story.

Then I saw Elena. Quickly she leaped off of Richard's cock. His prick leaped up and glistened in the shadows. For some reason, it looked unreal. Elena then turned and brought Bobby to her. She rubbed her breasts across his face and began to beg him, press his face toward her breasts: "Suck on these too, suck on these."

And when Bobby, who could have been more shook up than he was, took one curvy breast, then the other into his mouth and sucked fiercely, she began to run her hands up and down his body.

She found his cock. Bending her head, she swallowed the whole prick down her throat and this was some job. I had never seen her so ambitious.

Ellie was now seated quietly next to Nancy, so now I had two girls to play with. I was fondling and caressing Ellie's breasts and teasing Nancy's pussy. Ellie and Nancy were kissing and Bobby was overjoyed.

"Bobby, look at me!" I smiled. "Here's your surprise! The one I promised you."

He was standing nude next to me.

"Tell me, tell me what you wish to see. Just tell me what you wish ..."

"I want to see you girls get between my mother's legs and lick her cunt. I want Nancy to sit down on the floor behind her and lick her buttocks, lick, maybe stick her tongue in Mother's behind. I want my mom to bend over slightly and let you suck her asshole. She loves me when I do that, when I lick her ass."

Then he paused.

"Then maybe Richard here wants to kiss her mouth." Bobby had noticed how attracted Richard was to Ellie, and so did I.

Richard smiled and went to Ellie and took her into his arms. His huge prick was sticking out and poking at her belly and Ellie took his penis warmly in her hand. She pressed it to her lips, she teased it with her tongue and then she slowly began to jerk it off.

Richard had Ellie bend over and asked her to put her cunt out for him to manipulate. And manipulate it he did. While we were all staring, he stuck two fingers up inside it and then he came up close and put his prick where his fingers had been.

Ever so slowly he pushed his body toward her buttocks, and all of us saw his handsome prick glide into her vagina. He sank it in deeply and she let out a stupendous roar.

As Richard was fucking Ellie, Nancy was sitting on the floor before Ellie. She grabbed her around her thighs and placed her mouth on Ellie's pussylips and hair. Soon her tongue was licking all around.

Bobby could easily see this and now he was masturbating his prick while watching all of us.

Then Elena went over to Bobby and sat down on the floor in front of him and began to masturbate his cock before bending her face down and opening her mouth so she could suck his cock. She kissed his balls. Holding them in her hand, she kissed underneath, close to his asshole. She raised his balls with her other hand and soon her lips were caressing the space between his legs. All of us could see this.

When she took his testicles into her mouth, her cheeks caved in and then he bellowed. She began to suck his balls and soon Bobby was straining, trying to push her away.

Next came the real fucking. I stayed in the back so not to get mixed up. Being the voyeur, I was very happy indeed. I spread my thighs wide and using both my hands began to comfort my pussy. I stroked it with one hand then the other. I transferred the juices to my breasts and then dabbed my titties with my saliva and the cunt juices; then I took my breasts between my lips and sucked off the juices.

This was when Elena saw me alone and she crawled over to me and made me sit with my knees up. She buried her face between my bare thighs and with her tongue sticking out, she began to kiss and suck my pussy.

I could feel her tongue wallowing around inside me and then her lips biting. I could feel her lips all over my pussy lips.

As this was happening, Richard was really fucking Ellie Ferguson. She had her hands up against the wall and we were watching his cock slam into her cunt. Ellie's buttocks were bobbing up and down and she was crying out, her hands flailing the wall.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck my cunt, fffffuuuuuuck it. Oh Bobby, Bobby," she called out. "Bobby, can you see this man's prick in your mother's cunt? Can you see it?"

"Yes, I can, oh God! Yes, I can see his cock inside you, Mother."

"Come over here," said Ellie to her son.

"Yes," came Bobby's reply.

"You come over here and grab his cock each time he fucks me with it." And Bobby did this.

I said nothing, but I was almost cumming!

Suddenly Elena came up and leaped into my arms. Urgently she began kissing me. She started kissing my wildly, all over my shoulders, my neck, my breasts, my belly button.

She sucked my cunt until I felt an internal ooze and then I started to cum. The rush of sensation was blinding. It had my eyes filled with mist. I was clawing Elena.

All this while Richard was still fucking Ellie and Bobby was still kissing with his tongue. Actually I was also inside Ellie's mouth, inside her cunt. I imagined this. I could see Richard's thick prick rushing in and out.

Then somehow I got up and turned around. I put my ass out, I begged Bobby to please fuck me in my cunt.

"Oh Bobby, please fuck me. Please. Please, do it now. I want your cock in me right this minute," I kept saying. Elena grabbed Bobby by his awesome prick and fitted it into my pussy from the rear. Elena pressed her hands up against his buttocks and then plugged one finger up his anus.

Soon he was fucking my vagina as if there were no tomorrow. Really, I can't describe the joy of being fucked by Bobby with Elena playing with my breasts and trying so desperately to kiss me at the same time.

From the corner of my eyes I saw Nancy. She got down on her knees and placed her lovely face underneath my thighs and I knew she could see Bobby's cock ramming my pussy.

I knew then that she was sucking his cock when it wasn't deep inside of me. Bobby would insert his prick into my cunt, then pull it out and insert it into Nancy's mouth. It fitted nicely.

Then I saw Elena using her tongue to lick Bobby's buttocks. She spread his ass cheeks wide apart and stuck her tongue in and Bobby let out a wild scream.

"I've got his asshole between my lips," she shouted in glee. "I'm sucking his asshole ..."

And so it went.

Later on, with Bobby and Ellie lying next to each other, dozing off, Richard and I covered them with a sheet. Nancy and Elena were sound asleep in the middle room.

So it seemed that Richard and I were finally back together. He kissed my body all over and then my lips. I licked his tongue.

"Well, daughter, I think we're both a little tired," he confessed. He raised up on his elbow. He fancied a grin.

"How are you doing?"

I put my hand on my forehead. "Well, after what we've both been through, I would say I'm okay. I'm fine." I tried to smile but I was very tired.

I reached for his limp prick, but to my utter amazement, it was beginning to stiffen.

"Your cock could use some more sucking, but not right now," I said.

I kissed him good night.

He stretched and I watched him.

"Yes, tomorrow's another day, right?" he commented.

"Right," I answered, then I turned over, shoving my behind close to his stiffening prick.

"Do you want me to suck you?" I asked, turning my head. I glanced down at his prick. Wow, it was stiff!

"No, not now," he yawned.

I patted him on his arm.

"Good night, Daddy."

"Yes," he said, "I'm just fine," and before a minute passed by, I felt him moving around, trying to adjust his penis between my thighs.

"Damnit," I laughed, and turning, I flung myself over his body.

I thought to myself, one more exciting fuck, then to sleep I would go. Even before I could think this, I felt his prick slide neatly right into my hot juicy pussy.



The End
