Steve feared his free-loving life would be too much for the pretty niece who came to visit. Wrong! She was too much for him-his pals as well!
Brenda gazed in awe at the apartment, unable to believe that it was actually hers. She had seen it before, of course, when she came up with the rental agent, but then she had been looking for basics such as good plumbing and a decent refrigerator. Now reality sank in. It was swinging, psychedelic and somehow wicked.
Her head turned slowly to the corner where a double bed mattress sat on the floor. It was covered with a leopard-skin spread and plump, soft pillows. She wondered what the girl who had lived here was like. How could she entertain people, men, with that sexy, inviting bed staring at them?
She jumped as the doorbell pierced the silence. She stared at the paneled door, unable to move. It couldn't be for her… she knew no one in New York… she had just arrived in town… she…
"Ginny? Are you home?"
It was a male voice, deep and authoritative, followed by another demanding blast on the bell. Forgetting everything she had heard about opening doors to strangers in big cities, Brenda hurried into the foyer. Besides, it was no stranger; he had called for "Ginny", the girl who had lived here before.
She opened the door and saw a rugged, handsome face half-lost in the shadows of the hallway. He was smiling expectantly but his smile froze in surprise as he saw her.
"Oh… Where's Ginny?"
Brenda stammered in confusion as he stepped closer. "She's… not here. I sublet the apartment yesterday."
"You mean she's moved?" he demanded. "Just gone?"
"I-I guess so. I have the place for a year's lease."
"Well, what the hell…" His perplexity vanished as he laughed shortly, then looked at her with a bold, appraising glance.
"Well, you've even pettier than she is. Can I come in since we're neighbors now?"
She stepped back, her heart pounding. As he walked through the door the impact of his maleness struck her like a blow, and she began to tremble. He wore a velveteen shirt with lacings up the front, exposing diamond-shaped patches of black, curling hair. Automatically, her eyes lowered to his trim masculine hips. He was as lithe as a tiger except… Except in front, she thought, her heart pounding and rising to her throat. Unable to help herself she stole a hungry glance at the clearly defined shape of his groin. His cock was caught proudly in the tight material of his jeans, leaving nothing to the imagination. Brenda could not believe what she saw. It was long and thick… very thick, and it seemed ready to burst the cloth.
"Well… and what's your name?" he asked huskily.
His eyes danced with amusement as she suddenly looked up and met his glance. He had caught her looking at him, there was no doubt about it. Confusion flooded her and she felt herself blushing.
"Brenda Taylor," she murmured.
"I'm Harl Garrison. Glad I decided to come up. I can help you warm the hearth, now that I'm here." His voice was silky and suggestive, making her blood course through her veins. Harl… it sounds so familiar, as if I'd heard it before somewhere. But she had never heard such a name. It was unusual, pretty in a way and yet dashing and male at the same time.
"Won't you sit down?" she asked, hating herself for the primness she heard in her tones. She felt anything but prim now. As he sank comfortably onto the sofa, slouching down and grinning at her, the lump in his pants rose up in challenge. She couldn't take her eyes away from it! It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and she wanted to see more of it. She didn't know much about cocks but she had seen enough to know that this one was unlike any other. She imagined it big and dark, swollen into a smooth, hammering muscle of loving that would ram up inside of her and pound her into madness. As she continued to think about it her body fluids rushed out of her shamelessly, wetting her thighs as she felt the lips of her cunt enlarge and open for this big, beautiful stud across from her. A stranger! How could she? Yet he was no stranger. He knew this apartment, was obviously a former guest, and looked as comfortable now as though they were old friends.
He's been here before… so have I. But I haven't!
"So where are you from, Brenda?" he asked, reaching over to the teakwood cigarette box on the cocktail table. Casually he took out a cigarette and lit it with a table lighter. He had some trouble getting the wick to light.
"This damn thing. She ought to throw it out. It's never worked, even when it was new."
His familiarity with something so inconsequential drove away Brenda's shame at the fierce passion she felt for him. I know him well enough to go to bed with him, she told herself. He's familiar with everything here, and I'm – here!
"Excuse me," he grinned. "Where are you from?"
"Portland, Oregon. My company transferred me here. I put in for it," she added quickly. "I've always wanted to live in New York."
"And you looked in the paper for a sublet and found this one, huh?" As she nodded he shook his own head in perplexity. "Damn! That kooky kid! I wonder where she's off to now? I shouldn't be surprised – she's like that."
He shrugged lazily. "But as I said, you're quite an improvement. I feel as if I know you already, in fact. Same apartment, same lousy cigarette lighte…" He laughed, a free, lusty sound. "Brenda, huh? Brenda."
He seemed to be underscoring her name in his mind, because she was here in Ginny's apartment, amid Ginny's things. Brenda felt a tightness in her chest. He must feel as if she were Ginny in a way. A delicious horror crept over her. I am Ginny! I am Ginny!
His eyes flickered over her. "Honey blond, cornflower eyes. That's poetic for blue. I write poetry sometimes."
He stood up and strode over to her, smiling confidently. As though in a trance, she rose and let him mold his body to hers, pulling her up on tiptoe until they were matched thigh-to-thigh. She groaned under the force of the electrifying shock that coursed through her as her soft, wet cunt found the hard lump and pressed into it. She spread her legs and rolled her body against his, shaking as she felt the slow throb begin in her engorged cunt.
Harl backed her into the bed, his hands reaching up under her skirt and expertly unrolling her panties. As they fell down on the mattress she gave a harsh cry of joy and pulled them off. She lay with her skirt up, waiting for him as he unzipped his tight pants. She was going to get it, get that huge prick up inside of her. Black fear rose like bile in her throat – what had come over her? What was it about this apartment that had turned her into a wanton?
Her thoughts vanished in a wave of frenzied heat as he took out the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. It was as thick as her wrist and long – God, how long was it? The swollen tip fanned out, like a rubber helmet with a thick ridge that promised unbearable pleasure in every thrust. Now, as Harl moved toward her, her mouth watered with a desire to do something she had thought she hated. She wanted to suck on it, clutch it in her fist while she savored its juicy hardness, clamp her lips around that big, rubbery head and suck!
But first…
She spread her legs wide, her garters stretching askew.
"You've got a pretty cunt, you know that?" he murmured, sinking down on his knees. His fingers reached between her legs and spread the hot, weeping lips. "She's blonde… takes after you. Right now she looks like she got caught in a cum factory. You're wet for me, aren't you?"
He spread his muscular body over hers as she tensed, awaiting the slick contact of cock on ready cunt. But instead of thrusting forward and ramming it into her he teased her knowingly, his face taut with the agony of this sexy, playful delay.
He rubbed it over her belly, thrusting it at her in little jabbing promises of what was to come, until she twisted and cried out in longing.
"Oh, put it in! Ram it inside me, please, please! Fuck me, fuck me hard! It's so beautiful and big, sooooo big! I want to squeeze it hard please! Give me some cock; c'mon, give me some!"
She heard his breathy chuckle as he guided his turgid cock over the triangle of blond hair that grew across her groin. He was getting closer now, going down between her legs where the golden lips lay open in agonized excitement. But he was pushing that gorgeous cockhead into the burning flesh of her thighs now, he wasn't even touching her where she needed it most! She was more aware of his hardness now as he prodded her tantalizingly in that velvety part of her legs. If he wanted a struggle she would give him one!
"I'll show you the right place!" she growled. "It's right here!"
Her legs flew up and clutched at his hips, pulling him down between her throbbing cunt lips. The stallion cock collided with the folds of her wet, hairy cunt, sending her hips into swiveling greeting. He was hot now, too, she saw, as he forgot his tantalizing game and reached down to aim his body at hers.
Her vagina was gaping and huge… She had never felt so big in there, nor so empty. The muscular prick would stretch up, up, up into her belly, making room for all that she could ever want. She could take him, all of him, she was sure of it. I'm a big girl… a big girl! He made me big for him!
He pressed the huge head against her lubricious hole and began to insert it. Brenda gasped as she felt the size of it. It felt like a fist going in!
Her eyes flew open in surprise, and she saw his proud grin.
"Now you know why it's called screwing. I have to ease it in gently, or they start yelling. A few twists and turns ought to do it."
"Ooooh! God! Oh, it's hurting! Don't!"
She never knew anything could be so big and demanding. She moved her legs up around his waist to make herself bigger for the rampaging stud he had become. His eyes were bright and glittering with excitement as he bore into her, pushing past the first hot vise of cunt muscles. She gasped, a shudder of pain racking her, but then her body welcomed him with pulsing, sucking tremors as the walls of her vagina moved over his thrusting prick in an eager caress.
"You've got a snapping pussy, don't you? Let me feel it; squeeze me tight!"
Obediently she bore down on the bisecting rod that pushed into her. All the pain was gone now, leaving nothing but that full-cunt feeling that she had missed so much – God, how she'd missed it! She felt him slam against the sensitive thumb of flesh that was her cervix, and pound it unmercifully, sending a thrill of responsive chords into every nerve of her body. He was all the way in now, pressing against her womb but still there was a rock-hard piece of cock to spare. He put it to good use, rubbing it against her open pussy lips and easing it up to press against her begging clitoris.
"Yes! There… right there! Oooooohhhhh, rub it on me, rub it hard, uuuummmmmm! It's feels so goooood. God, it's so long! I can feel it everywhere!"
The little bud of coral flesh at the top of her cunt filled with blood and erected like a tiny cock, blossoming out of its hood, demanding attention. Brenda arched her hips until the top of her cunt could rub easily over the thick male lance that plunged in and out of her body.
She raised her head and stared down at his inflamed cock as it appeared and disappeared into her. As her hips twisted obscenely she watched the play of sunlight on the golden hairs of her pubic mound and the scattered whitish hairs on her pale flat belly. How deliciously lewd it was to watch herself being fucked! She found the mattress with her heels and lifted herself to meet his brutal thrust, her body bucking as his outsized prick dug into her quivering vaginal tunnel.
"Put 'em up!" he panted. "Wrap those beautiful legs around me."
Brenda grasped her thighs with her hands and lifted her torso to his plunging groin. For a moment the rocking rhythm stopped as he struggled with his pants, pushing them down on his hips.
"Choking my balls off… I wanta feel you all over down there," he gasped.
He came back to her in a new intimacy of warmth and hair and hard muscular thighs. She crooned in delight as she felt his swollen testicles, lightly furred with hair, bouncing against her up-ended cheeks. The slip-slap sounds of hearty fucking thrilled her, and she tightened her legs around his back and urged her dewy cunt lips into his groin.
He was nearing the peak now, grunting hoarsely in her ear and giving long, determined pulls at her cunt that left spiraling spasms of response along her inner muscles. As her cervix fluttered like a besieged punching bag. Brenda knew that she would go over the top any second now. Her copious female juices flowed faster, trickling down into the valley of her buttocks and over her palpitating rectum. He was making her cum everywhere! In her ass, in her clit, but most of all in her stretched-out, hot and heaving cunt!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooooooooyesyesyesyes! Harl, oh! It's happening!"
Her eyes squeezed shut, she heard from somewhere the sound of grinding teeth and realized it was her own. Harl quivered and jerked as he shot up into her womb, his fingers pinching her soft, sweaty bottom. At last he collapsed on her with a leaden heaviness and lay with his lips at her throat.
She lay panting, savoring the softer invasion that his cock had become. Now it was fat rather than big, palpitating still and softening inside her as her muscles returned to their normal size.
God, but her pussy was sore! All of it, not just the thoroughly pummeled hole but her tender pink lips as well, from rubbing so madly against the base of his prick – and against his open zipper. But it was a warm, tingly pain. Harl felt like a fallen tree on top of her but she did not want to move and lose the delicious male weight of muscle and strength. His cock was shriveling out of her now… going, going, going – gone. Plop!
He sighed harshly and licked her throat in an animal way.
"Ginny… God, you're good. The best piece of ass…"
Ginny! Her blood turned from molten lava to icy tendrils that rushed to her brain and froze her with guilt. What had come over her? She, Brenda Taylor from Oregon, who had to go steady with a fellow before she let him into her pants! Steady or engaged. She thought numbly of Jim, good old Jim, with his respectful, grateful passions. She heard his voice now. You're a nice girl, Bren, a good girl. But she wasn't! Something had happened to her when she walked into this apartment that belonged to a faceless girl named Ginny who had disappeared. I've taken her place. Now I'm like her…
She turned her head, her cheek brushing Harl's black curls, and looked at the poster above the sofa. It showed a girl with bee-stung red lips and rosy cheeks, the picture of innocence until one noticed the slitted eyes slanting down across the bridge of her nose. Her hair was green, curving and rolling in huge swirls that became leaves and bushes and windswept flora, until she seemed to be standing in a forest.
Yet, the forest was her hair…
It was strangely threatening and abnormal, yet full of the hot throbbing of springtime and youth and love. The girl in the poster was a psychedelic love Goddess smiling down on the splayed forms on the bed. It's Ginny… and she's looking at me. Her eyes are following me.
Her guilt vanished in a dizzy awareness of her cumfilled cunt. She stretched, savoring the warm heaviness of her thighs and the wetness that glistened on them. Harl moved, rising to his knees, and grinned at her.
"Take off your clothes and let's do it right." His fingers opened the downy lips of her slit and brushed tantalizingly over the slippery inner flesh.
"This is eatin' pussy, as the lumberjacks say. I want a taste of it."
She tore off her dress until she stood before him in nothing but garter belt and dark hose. His eyes flickered over her as he tossed his wrinkled, twisted pants and shorts aside.
"Leave those on, it makes it better," he said.
As he walked to her she saw his plump balls jiggling between his long thighs and she grew hot immediately. That long, luscious prick was getting hard again, she saw, growing dark and delectable looking as it juiced up for another round. She had to have it in her mouth, she had to! I'm going cock-crazy! I've never been this way before! She knelt down in front of him, her eyes dancing with excitement.
"I want to french you."
He stepped in front of her, reaching out and twisting her nipples until chills scurried down her armpits. His cock rose in front of her and bobbed against her face. Harl held onto her nipples as he guided his shaft into her mouth.
She thrilled to the male essences that she tasted: strong, sweet, ingratiating tastes of brass and smoke and hot cum. The pulses in her ears deafened her as she heard nothing but the screams of her secret self.Suck! Suck! Suck! Oh, God, I want to suck this beautiful pecker till he shoots all over me, in my mouth, down my throat, everywhere! I want a mouth full of his cum, till it runs down my chin! I want it up my ass, between my tits, I want to drown in it!
She grasped his excited cock in her fist and squeezed against the pulsing artery, thrilling to the pumping force of blood that answered her. Her tongue licked over the head of baby-smooth skin, tracing the urethral slit and circling hungrily over the ridge. Her lips clamped around the rigid cap, pushing against the flap of loose skin until she had exposed the most sensitive part of this instrument of delight. He groaned and jiggled his hips, urging her further.
"Christ, you've got a good mouth! Where did you learn to go down on a dick so good?" he panted.
Her mind answered him in a frenzy of black confusion. But I never sucked cock before! Never! This is the first time I've had one in my mouth but it's so familiar, as if I'd done it before… But I haven't! Ginny's done it, she's a cocksucker, I know she is. A bad girl, a cocksucking whore… that's what the boys back home called girls who did it. She loves it, she did everybody… on your knees, baby!
Brenda thrust the succulent cock to the back of her throat, swabbing it in famished haste.
"Oooooohhoneeeee, I'm gonna cum, cum in your mouth. You gonna swallow my cum, baby?"
His legs spread wide as he stuffed a suffocating length of cock far back in her throat. Brenda choked and grasped his rod, guiding him into the side of her cheek, but he pulled away and rammed thickly into her mouth once more, pulling in and out just as though he were fucking her. Her tongue licked wildly to meet him, making wet sluicing noises that excited her more. The sexy, beautiful sounds of cocksucking!
"That's it… a little more now… I'm gonna give you a mouthful better'n what's running out of your cunt."
The saliva-slicked cock stiffened into iron for a second, then seemed to swell to an even larger size. Then she felt it, the welcome hot spurt of his climax as it hit the back of her palate and filled her mouth with burning, briny cum. He jerked back, moaning, then wriggled sinuously back and forth between her lips as more cum sprayed through his monstrous prick. Brenda's mouth worked over it, drawing it out until there was no more. A trickle of it ran from the side of her mouth and trailed down her neck. She swallowed thickly, thinking of cream, then swallowed again until it was gone.
Harl staggered as she released him, his eyes glazed with exhausted pleasure. As she looked at him Brenda felt a thrill of sensuality like nothing she had ever known. It was a woman's job, a real woman's job, and she had done it perfectly.
He dropped to the bed on his knees and fell over beside her, reaching a heavy arm out to her as he pulled her close.
"Jesus, baby, they grow 'em wild out in the West, don't they?"
"Harl…"
What could she say? She did not know him. How could she pose the question that was tormenting her?
"Harl, who was Ginny? What was she like?"
He laughed after a curious silence, "Ginny? I'd forgotten her. Funny, for a minute I didn't know who you meant."
A shrill voice of panic screamed deafeningly in her brain at his words. Nameless terror clutched at her throat, choking off speech.
"I-I just… wanted to know about her. You know, when you rent somebody else's apartment, you get curious."
"Oh, she was a Village character, I guess. Kept crazy hours, was always flying in and out to change her clothes. Hung around in the zodiac coffee houses, played the sitar – or played at it, anyhow."
"What did she do for a living?"
"Christ, she had a different job every week, it seemed. But basically she was a photographer. She did dogs at some nutty place down on Eighth Street. People paid a fortune for it. Then she did tinting, you know, refurbishing old photographs."
"You didn't know she was going to move?"
"Hell, no," he laughed. "I thought you were her when you opened the door."
Brenda stiffened as a tremor threatened to shake her. "Why? Just because I was here?"
"I guess it was that. When you opened the door, I expected to see her, so that must have been why…"
He broke off. She knew it was because of a touch of chivalry. He did not want to tell her that she looked like a girl he used to screw after he had just finished screwing her. She might think he was substituting, pretending to himself that she was Ginny. And she might get mad and throw him out, after he'd found a good thing.
She forced the words out of her mouth. "Do we look alike?"
"Not really. You at the door, yes, because I'd seen her at the door. And in that dark hall, your eyes play tricks on you. You looked exactly like her for a split second, then you didn't at all."
"Why do you suppose she left without telling you? Has she told anybody else, do you think?"
"How should I know? Probably not. She toots off all over the place. She went to Mexico once for six months then showed up again."
He turned over and loomed over her, grinning suggestively while looking down into her eyes.
"I said you had eatin' pussy, and I'm going to prove it."
He lowered his face to her swelling tits and sucked on their tips until she was hot again, her frightening thoughts of Ginny drowning in the tide of scurrying thrills that shot out from her nipples as his tongue lazed over their hardening circles. She arched her back and pressed the round boob into his face, forcing his teeth into a delicious bite that made her moan with pleasure. His fingers pinched her other nipple as his palm circled over the firm globe. She knew she had a mouth-watering pair of breasts and noticed with pride that he seemed almost reluctant to leave them to go lower.
His mouth opened on the flesh of her belly, sucking gently as he grazed toward the field of golden wheat that awaited him. He scooped up her creamy thighs and spread them apart as he fell between them, tracing the tendrils of wheat-colored hair that grew in the juncture of her groin. She moaned and tossed, lifting her pussy to his seeking tongue and offering him its cloven delights. He found the bud of her clitoris and circled slowly over it until it swelled with molten longing.
"Ahhhhhh… ooooo, yes, yes, that's it. Lick me, oh lick me!"
Her cunt was a glistening puddle of desire. He teased the slit until the flesh lay totally exposed to his tonguing. The probing wetness of his mouth went still lower until the tip of his tongue slithered into the entrance of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm… good pussy… aaahhh, sweet little hot pussymmmmm."
His lips smacked as he drew on the opening, sucking it hard and then flicking past its musculature with his tongue. He continued to swab her with his expert oral caress until she screamed out, her legs kicking the air over his head.
Her insanity mounted as he trailed down beneath the hairy triangle to the thicker growth that hid her anus. As his tongue revolved over the tight little hole Brenda gasped in shocked surprise. He was rimming her! No one had ever done that before… it was awful, dirty, unnatural. But the steady tickling between her buttocks soon became a crescendo of pleasure that drove all inhibitions away.
"Yes! Yes! Put your tongue in my ass… oh, I love it! Go up… way up, stick it in!More! Rim me good oh so goooood!"
She was throbbing in there, just as she throbbed in her cunt when she was ready to come. It can't be… it can't happen that way! His fingers found her slippery lips as he kept his mouth pressed tight against her ass. Suddenly her whole bottom started to pound out a ferocious orgasm such as she had never known was possible. She was coming – everywhere at once!
"awwwwh! I can't stand it! It's too much… ooooooohh, Harl!"
She fell back, wet and spent from the swell of her pubis to the valley between her creamy cheeks.
When she opened her eyes once again she saw the slitted eyes and jungle tresses of the alabaster face in the poster. As she stared at the dreamlike image she thought she saw the mouth quirk in amusement.