Mason’s gleaming white naked body look good to Bert Karnstein. She lay on the bed, totally concentrating on her lewd manner of self-fulfillment. She didn’t pay much attention to Bert’s and Judy’s entrance.
“Ann,” Judy snapped, “didn’t I tell you not to do things like that? You know, you might damage yourself.”
Ann merely smiled and pulled the slick, shiny cylinder from her tight pussy, and Bert realized it was a long, thick Christmas candle. The juicy pink lips of her clamping cunt seemed to cling to the candle like a sucking mouth, and when she plunged it back into herself, she grunted with a certain satisfaction. From time to time she took a drag from a cigarette, and Judy realized, from the smell of it, it was pure tobacco and nothing else. Ann had no intention of doing anything that would send her back inside.
Today was Saturday, and in the privacy of her own apartment she was able to do anything she wished, including masturbating with a convenient candle. Not even Judy Borgen was able to stop her from doing that, and when Judy had phoned earlier to tell Ann she was coming over with a surprise, Ann had decided to surprise Judy by stripping down and letting the parole officer see her naked body on the bed, this way. She hadn’t expected Judy to bring a man with her, but when the man had come in and Ann had finally become aware of him, she knew what Judy intended.
Bert felt his limp cock solidly lurch in his pants as it began swelling. He stood there, wide-eyed, salivating hungrily and observing just what it was the white-haired woman was doing. She was shamelessly masturbating to a climax. Bert saw the woman was really getting hot now because of the way her pelvis was starting to snap upward on every driving instroke of the candle as it continually vanished between her thighs. She grunted each time she pushed the candle out very slowly, its wetly glistening length shining as she prepared to ram it into her all the harder.
Though Judy shuddered at the thought of touching Bert Karnstein, she knew he wouldn’t really make a move until she did something to let him know it was all right for him to act. He was shaken up when he felt her hand unzip his fly. He was even more shaken up when she reached into said fly and pulled out his small penis, already as long and as hard as it was going to grow, and she began tugging it back and forth, keeping perfect time with the way Ann was fucking herself with the candle.
Reluctantly, the man tore his eyes away from the thrillingly lascivious sight on the bed and looked down at the way Judy’s hand was gripping his cock. The beautiful curly haired woman was grinning mischievously at him with sparkling eyes that looked unbelievable now that she had taken off her dark glasses. There was no question that Judy was a knockout, prettier by far than the white-haired woman with dark circles under her eyes who lay on the bed. Still, the nakedness of the woman on the bed made her look unnaturally sexy, so suggestive of total and complete erotic abandon, that he felt himself drawn to her.
“Well will you look at the present my parole officer has brought me,” Ann Mason said aloud.
Bert Karnstein stared at the bed and the woman lying on it, and he dribbled a little. The white haired woman was watching him with an amused smile on her prematurely pouchy face. She had stopped jerking the candle in and out of her vagina, but with the candle inside, and with her legs widely splayed, he was able to see part of the candle sticking out from the hairy lips of her sucking cunt.
“Come on over here, whatever-your-name-is,” she said to Bert, beckoning to him. “Let’s see what you have between your legs, and then maybe I can spare this candle for another time. It doesn’t look like much from here, but I think it’ll fit.”
As if he were suddenly being tugged by some powerful magnetic force, the man walked away from Judy Borgen and moved toward the woman who was lying on the bed amidst a series of colorful throw pillows. His thinly distended cock was jutting out of his fly, pointing the way before him.
As he neared the bed, Ann rolled from the middle of the bed to the edge to take a closer look at the penis. Prison had hardened her, and because she no longer looked attractive to most men, she had come to the point where any cock, any cock at all, looked good to her.
“Oh, I like the look of that,” she purred appreciatively, and she reached out a slender hand, white with prison pallor to touch the dome-shaped head of the skinny little man’s throbbing penis. It was the second time in as many minutes that a feminine hand had touched his cock, and it took all Bert Karnstein’s willpower not to shoot. Ann gave the tip a sharp little pinch which sent a lightning flash of mixed pain and delight charging through every tingling nerve end in Bert’s shuddering body. Jesus, the bitch really knew how to touch a guy just right. She must have seen him ready to boil over with lust, and instead of grabbing his cock and making him shoot, she had pinched him in just the right place to make the feeling inside him recede. Bert had no idea who she was or why Judy had brought him together with the white-haired woman, but he was willing to bet the broad had already learned more ways of giving and taking pleasure sexually than he would ever learn. The white hair and the young, albeit pouchy face made her look mystical, almost witch-like, and there was that look about her that made him associate her with dark practices and strange, secret rites. Yet she was young, he was sure of that, younger than himself. She darted a quizzical, challenging look up at him from under her grey, arched brows, and said, “YOU tell me, man, do you know what to do with this pecker of yours besides piss?”
“I’m sure if I don’t, you’ll be more than happy to teach me, won’t you,” he said.
“I want the two of you to enjoy each other,” Judy said to them. “I think if you like one another and want to live together—without my knowledge, of course —it might be enough to straighten out both your lives. How about it?”
“I’m willing,” Ann said. “Now it’s up to skinny here with the Hitler mustache. Hey, you know Judy, you’re all right. You really know what a girl needs, don’t you. Hell! I’ll bet not many parole officers can look into a person’s soul and see what it is he or she really needs. Tell me, are you gonna hang around and watch, or d’you think we can be left alone?”
“I’m responsible for all this,” Judy replied. “I don’t dare leave the two of you alone, at least not right now. If you do decide to move in together, then it’ll theoretically be without my knowing about it, and the two of you can do whatever pleases you. But right now, I have to make sure my bringing the two of you together wasn’t a mistake, and so no matter how it bothers you, I’m going to have to watch.”
“Does that bug you?” Ann asked Bert.
He wasn’t about to let the women know that being watched bothered him. Heck! The last thing in the world that he wanted was for any of them to find out he was still a virgin. He had to act like a knowledgeable man, so he swaggered a little, and said, “Heck, she’s already grabbed hold of my cock and felt it. I don’t see why her looking at the two of us ought to bother me.”
“Right on, man!” Ann nodded. “Well, let’s not waste any time. I’m not allowed to have any alcoholic beverages here, so all I have in the place is some Coca Cola. Notice, I can’t even use the word Coke. It’s in the refrigerator if you want to fortify yourself before coming to bed.”
“Why the hell should I need to be fortified?” Bert asked. “A chick like you looks mighty good to me.”
Jesus! He was hotter than hell! He wouldn’t have cared if she looked like Godzilla, but the truth was, in his eyes, anyway, lying there totally naked, she wasn’t a half-bad-looking woman, and he knew he’d be able to spend his time with her, at least until he was ready for the bigger and better things he was always anticipating.
His eyes roved hungrily, lustfully over Ann Mason’s gleaming chalk-white form, following the curves of her overripe, soft breasts and her somewhat fleshy waist, although the waist wasn’t really that bad. His eyes inevitably returned to the juncture between her thighs where the white candle was still embedded. As he watched, she used her shoulders and heels to lift her body from the bed, and then she began contracting the muscles of her buttocks and little by little the candle began oozing out of her, sliding from the depths of her cunt, filling the air with the rich, musky aroma of her interior. It was almost all the way out when Ann began rotating her hips around and around in an undulatory motion and to his amazement the candle slowly but surely was sucked right back into her again, disappearing bit by bit until only the end stuck out. He almost felt the pressure of her nibbling vaginal lips around his own throbbing cock, and Bert almost lost control of himself, then and there. It took total willpower not to climax.
“I’m a total-action, man!” she boasted, a mocking glint in her eye, gazing up at Bert, letting him see the fever glittering there. “I think it’s time you gave me a try, buddy,” she told him, and she clenched her vaginal muscles tightly. The candle suddenly shot from her cunt as if it had been fired from a gun. She swiveled her hips so that her pelvis was now directly pointed at him, and then she reached down with both hands to part the sparsely-haired lips of her sucking vagina, lasciviously exposing her dilated vaginal opening and the swollen bud of her clitoris pulsating in the steaming furrow of glistening pink pussyflesh.
