her whole being, feeding an awful hunger she'd been too afraid to fully taste until Matt had drawn them together, cunt to cunt.
They softened, panting hard, shaking in the glory of aftermath, their cunts now glued and puffed and slick with the effusions of their sexual delight. They kissed lingeringly, tongues not as busy as before, patting and caressing.
At last Janni rolled away at Lauren's left, and they rested in their glut of satisfaction.
'Just think of what we've been missing, honey,' Janni said, not looking at Lauren.
'Isn't it too bad we can't find a real man who could handle us both, so we could all live together,' Lauren said.
'Don't start thinking 'married,' Sis. Get rid of Jed! Hell, you could find a job, and at least we could be together.'
'And what would people say?' Lauren asked dryly. 'In L.A, who the hell cares?' Janni said. 'We could afford a bigger apartment, have guys in for fun. You know you detest Jed. He's an asshole.'
Lauren sighed. 'I'm still kind of hung up on Matt-'
'He'll be back. He likes having two twats. He loves to watch us fuck.'
'Speaking of which,' Lauren giggled, rolling over between her sister's opening thighs, 'it's my turn to do the humping!' They both laughed.
Susy Hall, resting languidly on her huge round bed, stroked her favorite dildo slowly in her cunt, then out, then back in. She paused and shivered.
A naked young Hispanic, her hired jock for the evening, rested in a chair facing the bed, his right hand fondling his long, thick cock. He was clean-looking, healthy and handsome, highly recommended by a madam Susy knew and did business with regularly.
Susy didn't fuck her joy boys. She was very particular about who ran a prick in her. Watching them masturbate while she excited herself was good enough. In her younger years, as a starlet, she'd gotten her share of sexy men, and even a few choice chicks, but now, at thirty-two, even with all her money, the stud types she craved were not around for her. She had gained weight, although she still was not bad. The only man she'd seen in years that really brought her clit up hard was Matt Dodson-and he was Stella Fordham's piece. The greedy old slut! She even let him fuck around, including that sexy mulatto Stella kept handy for iezzie fucks.
I'd give him more than she does, but if I ever caught him running his cock into another broad I'd have him killed! When I buy a prick it has to be all mine.
Her years around Hollywood had hardened her, she knew. Pussy was a commodity, so was prick. She had used her charms to nail one of the wealthiest old fuckers in southern California, and no one would ever know how he had died. She had it all. She had been raised in a violent Italian sector of New York City, and somehow she had escaped with her cherry.
Fresh and pretty, with some acting ability, she had soon learned how a pussy got ahead in the flick industry-give the right people some cunt. Even then, she hadn't made it to the big-time. Anyway, she was into the big time money now-and fuck all those freaks and weirdos in the picture biz.
Now she decided who honked her. An Italian count had been the last one, and after a memorable week on the Riviera, he had suddenly disappeared. Later she learned he had married an extremely rich Argentine broad.
'About ready to squirt your load, Pedro?' she cooed. 'I can bring it off any time,' he smiled.
It was very tempting. He had about ten inches, a huge pair of nuts, but he simply didn't measure up as a person. Any guy who sold his cock like this was a freak, anyway. 'I'm about there,' she breathed, stroking the dildo faster. She'd been teasing herself for half an hour, playing with her rounded tits, turning the vibrator on and off, thinking about Matt Dobson.
Pedro grinned his mechanical grin, pumped his cock a little slower. Men didn't need too much actual sliding to bring their seed. She'd been very disappointed with her first fuck, given to a middle-aged director. He'd got off in her tender pussy almost immediately, then admired the blood on his prick, blood from her broken hymen. That rotten fucker! He'd gotten her a couple of walk-ons, and then kicked her ass out.
When she thought of all the young panting Italian guys who had tried for her cherry, gone off in their pants while groping her pretty body, the idea of men in general made her sick. She had drifted into being an older woman's lez piece, and that hadn't done much for her, either.
She had started masturbating at eleven and she'd never really stopped. It was the only way she could fully satisfy her needs, which were even stronger now than before. Matt had stirred her the first time she'd seen him. Somehow she simply had to have him!
'Now, baby, now!'she gasped, driving the dildo swiftly in and out. She watched her dark, long nipples poke out, then feasted her eyes on Pedro. His swarthy face twisted, his hips lifted, and the circumcised head of his prick tensed. He groaned.
A stream of white juice spurted from his cock-head, arching out to plop on the carpet, and she had her goodies.
'Fuuuuuck I' she cried loudly. 'Fuuuuuuuuck! '
The sweet hammering in her loins was luscious! Her cunt tightened with voluptuous quickness, her big boobs jiggled, her thighs trembled. She turned on the power. The swift vibrations of the dildo made her after- pangs almost as wonderful as the orgasm itself.
She cut the power, slumped back on her pillows, eyes closed. A vision of Matt swam in front of her, and she pumped the dildo for the last tingly thrills. Pedro rested in the chair, cock shrinking, a blank expression on his face. 'Out,'she said, pointing at the bedroom door.
He left quickly, without a word. He'd left his clothes in the living room. Tomorrow she'd send a check for three hundred bucks to the madam, deductible as an entertainment expense. She was turned on enough now to finish the evening by herself, she and her three-speed vibrating cock.
She would need at least nine or ten more orgasms. And with each one she would imagine that Matt's prick was sounding her deeps. He would love her Spanish-styled villa in Nassau, plenty of servants, oodles of fucking.
If he was very good, she might let him sample one of those young, eager native girls-while she watched. Stella said it was a hell of a turn-on, seeing him pour the cock to Rona Hall. But he would have to prove himself, be faithful until she gave the word. She sighed and began her fun evening.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'I was surprised you'd have lunch with me,' Steve Lang said to Janni.
'When I saw you looking at me in the window, I just couldn't resist,' Janni smiled. She wore the outfit she'd been modeling, snug fashion pants, a snug shirt unbuttoned halfway down the front, no bra.
They were in a small cafe across the street from Wellman's Department Store, where she worked. Steve was the contractor in charge of remodeling the Men's Shop. He was big, rugged, tanned, and it was not from playing golf-he worked outside a lot.
'First time a foxy blonde like you ever asked me out,' he grinned boyishly. 'Even for a sandwich.'
She giggled, leaning forward enough so he could see down inside her shirt. 'Girls do ask nowa81 days.'
It was Friday. Since Jed was still gone, Janni and Lauren had decided to hit a few likely bars that evening, hoping for excitement-but maybe they wouldn't have to!
Steve was unattached, she had learned that before ever approaching him. Several girls in the store had tried to date him, and learned enough to whet their girlish appetites, but he hadn't nibbled. Janni now knew why. His wife had died less than a year earlier.
'Since I'm being bold, I'll go the whole route,' she said, giving him a full-voltage look. 'What about a date tonight, Steve?'
He grinned. 'Aren't I a little old for you, Janni?' 'No. I bet you're not even thirty.'
'Add two,' he said. 'And you must be about nineteen.' 'Add two,' she giggled. 'Okay?'
'Sure,' he chuckled. 'I'd like to go out. What did you have in mind?'
