"This money is counterfeit, Mister Hodges,'5 the savings and loan officer said to Matt Dodson.
Matt felt rage, then a coldness in his gut. He had met Purdy the day before, handed over his microfilm for a hundred grand. A new important envelope had appeared in Stella's safe, and he had proceeded as always.
"Impossible!" Matt blurted. "My last desposit was okay."
"Yes, but this isn't. We call it funny money. Somebody has given you the shaft, Mister Hodges."
He stormed out of the building and found a sidewalk phone booth half a block away. That fucking sonofabitch!
When he finally got through to Purdy he was boiling.
"You dirty cocksucker!" Matt began.
"That's for giving us a phony layout the last time," Purdy said. "Somebody set you up. You're into us for a hundred good ones, so up your ass." The line buzzed.
"You look upset, darling," Stella said to Matt. They were on the patio, both wearing swim suits. "Remember, it's your night to fuck me." "Yeah, I know, baby."
She smiled and patted his leg, her clit tingling. Poor jerk. He had pulled his scam for a while, photographing new designs, selling them to the competition. His trips to the savings and loan outfit in the valley, as reported to her faithfully by Arthur Frost, had puzzled her until she had learned how much Matt had put away-under a phony name.
He could not have skimmed off that much from his expense account, she realized. That was when she had substituted good electronics secrets for bad ones. He had gone to the well once too often. Let him keep his little nest egg; it wasn't enough to support him for a month! Not the way he was used to living.
She had him by the balls. If he ever did try to split, she'd let Susy know and have one of his legs busted. She recalled her conversation with Susy only a week earlier.
The extremely wealthy and good-looking widow had dropped by the house. After the usual country club bullshit, they had gotten down to business. "Stella, you know your big stud has fucked me, and plans to leave you."
"I have him followed most of the time," Stella smiled.
"I was sure you did, darling," Susy said. "Look, I have a plan. I offered him the moon, but I changed my mind. Why should we fight over him? Let's simply share him."
Stella felt a shock. "I know he's a prick and a two-bit thief, but… I also know he fucks around. Please explain, darling."
"Well, he could live here a while, and then live with me," Susy smiled. "If we start bidding for his cock, he'd cost way too much!" "Keep talking, honey."
Now, with the prospect of having that big hot thing driving in her cunt, she realized how right Susy was. When Susy went abroad she'd have him for her escort; in L.A. Stella would have him. After all, she liked his special services only about twice a month, and Susy needed it much more often. Beautiful!
Poor Matt really didn't know what had hit him. He 'sneaked' over to Susy's house at least twice a week, actually thinking he was putting one over on Stella. Evidently Susy was a very hot piece of ass, and she paid handsomely. But he wasn't getting a chunk of her real estate, or digging Stella for any more than she'd been paying.
"Been humping any more clean young girls, honey?" she said to Matt, her hand now on his cock lump.
He just grinned. He reached over and fooled around with her tits. She unfastened the halter so,, he could work better. At that moment Rona wiggled out of the house, wearing a tiny red bikini and very high heels.
"Want me to help get him up?" Rona giggled, twitching her beautiful ass. "Naturally, honey," Stella smiled.
The deal with Susy had been changed to suit their tastes. Living arrangements weren't altered. Susy simply sent Stella an agreed upon amount every week. Susy was planning a bash in Las Vegas soon, and Stella had already given him 'permission' to 'take a trip' by himself.
Susy did not like the idea of him fucking around, but she had compromised, as smart business women often did. He would never change. Some of these new bold young cunts simply came up and asked him for a toss in the sack. Susy had cut down on his fooling around away from home. She was keeping him pretty damned busy.
"Get it out so we can play with it, stud," Rona giggled. "I've been ready for days." "I won't be too greedy, honey," Stella laughed. "Now this is the fun room," Linda Field said to Janni and Lauren. The furnished house she had bought not far from Williams Department Store was exactly what she'd been looking for. Almost new, with a huge rec room, three bedrooms, and a large space for entertaining just off the 147 living room. "Sexy," Janni enthused. "I love plenty of mirrors."
"The better to see you with, my dear," Linda smiled, patting Janni on the ass.
Lauren shivered. The evening Linda had come by the apartment she was sharing with her pretty sister was still warm in her thoughts. As usual, the sisters went for the same kind of person, and two hours after Linda's arrival all three had been in-the bedroom having a ball.
That leggy brunette fucked like a demon! An heiress, too. This house had cost a small fortune. Linda was having a housewarming party tonight, and Janni had invited Steve Lang. He and Janni had patched up their differences. He was losing some of his square edges.
Lauren hadn't fucked him yet, but after meeting him she knew she wanted it. At least he accepted the idea that sisters could share a man and still enjoy each other. What he would say about Linda being here too was still to be discovered.
Lauren had found a good job in the pharmacy section at William's. Working near Janni pleased her, and several eligible studs had asked her out. She wanted nothing more to do with Matt, that crappy old gigolo. Janni had been so right about him. But he had brought the sisters together… Steve Lang punched the doorbell of this extravagant house, wondering how Janni knew somebody this rich. Christ. It was in a very exclusive neighborhood and had to be in the three-hundred-grand bracket. As a builder he had a very good eye for values. Maybe he had the wrong address.
The heavy door opened and Janni stood there, looking as delicious as ever. Behind her was Lauren and a slightly older young woman, a fabulous brunette. What the hell kind of housewarming party was this?
"Well, bring it in here, Steve," Janni giggled. When the door closed, she went on. "Meet Linda Field, owner of this spread. You know Lauren."
"Pleased," Linda smiled, taking his hand, rubbing a finger on his palm. "How would you like to entertain three pussies?" "Jeeesus, is this for real?" he muttered.
"You come highly recommended," Linda said, glancing at Janni. "I can see she was right. Come on in and have a drink."
He grinned. He was learning. Janni took his arm and led him to the rec room. She brushed a firm, unrestrained tittie at his shoulder and he peered down inside her fancy low-cut blouse. She murmured in his ear. "I promised you some fun, honey. Shocked?" "I'll survive," he chuckled.
"I was sure you would," she giggled. Her hand slid across his buns. "Who wants to get serious and uptight about some nice clean fooling around?" Linda was delighted. Steve was all Janni had promised, and more. About the right age, handsome enough, outdoorsy. Certainly not native to California. His tight pants held an interesting bulge. She'd been too busy with her house and get-149 ting settled to think much about sex. Tonight she was letting it all hang out.
If he pooped out, the lovely blonde sisters would do very nicely, thank you. She was well rid of Matt, the old predictable sex machine. When he couldn't get it up anymore, he'd be in real trouble. Purdy had gotten over his mad, and had told her he had slipped Matt a hundred grand in funny money- and, as expected, the microfilm was phony. Obviously, Stella had set him up.
Served the fucker right for stealing from his benefactor.
She slipped behind the bar and started mixing a big shaker of martinis. Steve said he wanted bourbon, neat. He sat on a bar stool between the pretty sisters, who were both fondling his basket. Janni had her titties out of her gaping blouse. Slow pop music oozed from the concealed speakers, the lights were down low.
Linda was not sure yet she wanted Janni and Lauren living here. They might interfere with her pleasure plans. They made delightful now-and-then companions, however. Let them support themselves. Most of the time she liked being alone.
"How're we gonna spread the man around, Linda?" Lauren giggled, bringing her tits out of her blouse.
"One of us will have to be a 'guy,' honey," Linda smiled. "Kind of take turns." She served the drinks and moved around to sit beside Janni. "Love it," the young blonde purred. "How long has it been since we fucked, Linda?"
"Too long," Linda said, reaching down between Janni's long, shapely thighs. She saw Steve going after Lauren's mouth and tits, and Lauren was feeling around inside his pants. Linda opened her dressy shirt. Janni turned on the stool, and their mouths met, tongues jabbing. They played with each other's bare tits, then the crotches. Linda was getting up real fast.
She was having so much fun she hardly noticed that Steve and Lauren had disappeared. Right now she wanted pussy, Janni's fine, hot little tutti. Janni's nipples were hard, she was breathing unevenly, the vibrations were just beautiful.
They broke apart and Linda whispered. "They're gone, they're probably already fucking. Do we need them?"
"No!" Janni breathed. "I have to tell you, honey. Lauren and I aren't hung up on each other anymore! She's moving out of my apartment right away. You're the one I've been wanting."
"Sweetie, you're the first chick I ever fucked, and Lauren was the second, and I have to tell you-I come with you like cock was out of style! Come on, let's find a bed."
The master bedroom was empty. Linda didn't know where Steve and Lauren were, and she didn't give a damn. She and Janni undressed quickly, giggling, having a few light feels. "I haven't had any since our threesome," Janni murmured, sprawling out on the bed. "Lauren wants to get married. Jeeeese! You'd think she'd had enough of that prick, Jed." Linda leaped onto the bed.
Lauren felt Steve's big cock squeezing into her cunt. Oh, how she had missed it! Matt had shown her what real meat could do for her, and he had been an awful disappointment. And more than twice her age. Forget it!
Steve was young and full of sap, and Janni was a silly fool for not digging her hooks in. Some girls weren't cut out for marriage. Life with Jed hadn't been all bad. She liked the steadiness of it. Steve had a good business, he could support her in the style she liked-and deserved! After all, she was a very sexy-looking pussy.
"Ohhh!"she moaned, feeling the bed ride her ass slowly up and down, his big hard cock socking in deep and true.
"God, that's good!" he muttered, pausing. His cock flexed, her cunt flesh tightened beautifully, shooting wild thrills all through her bod.
"Darling, it's the best cock in the world!" she gasped. "Ohhh-I'm coming! Hold back, please! Ohh, ohh-God! Ohhh! Ohhh, hit me, fuck me, fuck me! Far, far away she heard a girlish giggling. Maybe in the next bedroom. Oh, let them have their pussy rubs and turn-around. Her thing was big, young virile, sliding, pumping cock! She shouted as the heavenly convulsions ripped her loins. Oh, Steve was going off, too. But no worry, he could blast her cunt with another load later. His deep groan of release, the hot throb of his prick, her spasming 152 cunt clutching around it… nothing would ever be so wonderful.
"I hope they don't tear that bed down," Linda purred, her play finger circling Janni's pretty little clit.
"I think Lauren always did like cock better than me," Janni giggled softly. Her warm fingers stroked across Linda's swollen tits, bringing the nipples up sharply.
"Don't think I don't like cock, too," Linda giggled. "We have to agree that a cocksman like Matt makes it almost better than anything. I was sure I was 'in love' with him! Shee-itt. He sells it."
They both laughed. Linda glided over between the blonde's long, velvety thighs, glue-clamping her cunt to Janni's pussy. Already they had fucked enough to know just how each liked it, and while nibbling pussy was delicious, and a stroking dildo was fun, this was their best lick. Dominant girl doing the humping. Close and intimate, tittie to tittie, mouths free to kiss, take tongue, give it back, stroke and writhe.
When she can get away from her job we'll take some trips, Linda thought. Two nines like us can always attract stifds and girls. We ought to try the Orient first. The big cities have joy houses for girls, too. Anything. Nummmmmm! Naturally, nobody could fuck all the time. Linda knew she would be into something one of these days, after she was settled in well in her house. She was a fine golfer, and only a few months earlier had been offered a job as assistant to the pro at a very exclusive course for older women. The pro was a jolly old fart who wouldn't be trying any ass-grabbing.
She would be hiring a maid, too. Not a live-in. Her independence was too important. So was her privacy. If she wanted to sit at the breakfast table, look at a girlie magazine and play with her cunt, okay. If she chose to walk around the house naked, she could. Or swim in the pool nude.
"Ohhh, I'm ready to get off, honey!" Janni breathed, shuddering. Her legs swung back farther. She wanted a full pussy press for this one.
"I'm gonna break mine, too, baby," Linda murmured, hunching faster. "Jeeesus, it's good tonight!"
"Uhhh!" Janni answered, her beautiful face turning pink and twisting. As wonderful as it was to feel the hard pulse of a prick in her deeps, the nuts tight against her clasping labia, there was still a special sensation when a hot girl blew her goodies.
It was all so new for Linda. Almost like the time she had discovered what that thing between her legs could do when she fondled it and then whipped it. Whoooeeeee! She looked at sexy chicks now with more than envy and curiosity. She could wonder if they would be good fucks. She hunched slowly toward her crest, knowing Janni was getting there, too. Linda and Lauren had not been that good together, the intimacy had not been like this. But she was definitely not going to let herself get hooked on only one pussy. It was everywhere.
She intended to try a mulatto, a redhead, one of those voluptuous-looking Chicano chicks, and maybe even an Oriental girl. And if a very agreeable, good-looking stud came around, she'd skin his cock. With her own house and her own money she had it made. Her guests would have sex the way she liked it-or goodbye, Irene.
"Ohhh, ohhh-hit me, honey!" Janni gasped. Her little sharp titties arched upward, her legs trembled, her cute ass bucked, and Linda gave her the go-go thrusts. Ahhhh, yess! The stings of delight bladed up her shaking thighs, the juicy squish of cunt on cunt reached her ears, her clit tensed, pulsed, and she went offfff!
Oh, their cunt mouths tightened in almost perfect cadence, and their cries of erotic delight came from their throats at the same ecstatic instance. Linda hunched with furious abandon as the glory thrills flooded her whole being. Ohhh, the room teetered a little, her vision hazed. Sweet Jeeeeeeesus!
She slowed her thrusts as the sugary twinges of relief bathed her crotch and body. She softened down on Janni, panting in her fragrant blonde hair, feeling the tremors of response flow from her cunt to Janni's cunt. It was the best fuck they'd ever had. "Lordy, how I love it!" Janni panted softly. "We'll have lots more, honey," Linda purred. "The next time you line up some good-looking 155 party stud, just bring him around and we'll try him out."
"Natch!" Janni giggled, her legs dropping. "We need some cock once in a while." They both laughed.
Matt cradled Susy Hall's bountiful tits in his hands and watched her hunch and play along to her next climax. The bitch never got enough. She'd gone without sliding prick for many years, and evidently she was trying to make up for all the meat fucks she'd missed.
Rotten cunt hadn't deeded him that high rise she'd promised, either. Stella hadn't increased his allowance a fucking dime. With inflation and everything, he was making less than before. Those two had ganged up on him and given him a real shafting. Which proved again, you just couldn't trust cunts.
His nest egg out in the valley savings and loan outfit was still there, drawing interest-but, as Stella had told him, it wouldn't support him more than a year in his present grand life-style. During his own lifetime cunts had become too smart, too educated. He wanted to go back to the Pussy Galore Lounge and get his stinger into that young, big-titted blonde again. She liked to fuck for the fun of it, no money involved. But he knew now Stella was having him watched, followed. She knew almost every move he'd made since she'd hired him. 156
In a few days Susy was going up to Tahoe, and he'd be going along. It was a period between Stella's twice-a-month blowouts. In a strange place, a new lavish suite, Susy went really apeshit. Earlier, a week at Las Vegas had drained him almost dry. Those ass and tits shows inspired her.
One night she had engaged two young fillies to the suite, and the girls had fucked each other for a warmup. He hadn't gotten his cock in either one of them. Sure, he liked to watch girls fuck, but Susy's move had surprised him. She hadn't touched the whores, either. A voyeuristic freak.
Somehow, he had to get these cunts fighting over him-stir their basic jealousy, and let the winner take his cock! Actually, Susy had seen a good thing and moved in.
Susy had been delaying her orgasm for several moments now, she was ready for the good stuff. She bucked faster, her head went back, her nipples hardened in his hands, and she started her go-off. She moaned, her heavy hips lunged.
Suddenly his cock folded and slipped out of her cunt!
"Ohhh-damn!" Susy cried. She stroked at his bent cock, cursed again, rolled off on her back and began to flog her cunt with her right hand.
"Ohh, ohhh-ohhhhh-fuuuuuuuck!" she wailed fiercely. He lay there in stunned silence. The first time in his life his cock had failed him, and at a very bad moment indeed. She panted and fondled her box for the after-thrills and finally looked over at him.
"Don't you ever do that again, baby, or else," she said, very coldly.
"Hell, all it takes is some beefsteak and vitamin E," he said.
"Don't shit me, lover," she said, sliding from the bed. "Get your ass out, back to Stella's place. I have some thinking to do. You're getting old, fucker-old, old, old!" "I need a rest, that's all," he countered. She snorted and left the bedroom.
Fuck her, he thought, searching for his clothes. Stella will take me back, lean get it up for her twice a month, easy. Lot of good years left in me yet!
He wondered if there was any truth to the rumor he'd heard once. That a man had so many fuck shots, and when those were squirted he was well done. Ah, to hell with that shit. Page 5 story in the Los Angeles Teller: "The body of a man identified as Matthew B. Dodson, 59, of Beverly Hills,'was found on a back road in Orange County yesterday. He had been dead about twenty-four hours. Police report that he was sexually mutilated. Four bullets had been fired into his head, and authorities say this could indicate underworld action. An investigation is continuing." "God, Susy, did you have to go that far?" Stella said guardedly into the phone.
"Oh, you mean poor Matt," Susy cooed. "Too bad. He must have picked up some enemies in his long fucking career. I was ready to send him back to you for good, anyway. He said you were better screwing than me."
"It was more than that," Stella snapped. "You overdid it! And I bet I am better fucking than you."
"From his viewpoint we'll never really know, will we, honey?" Susy said very dryly. "And call off that damn snoop that's been hanging around."
"I'll think about it, dearie," Stella said. "Just don't send any of your goonies around after me. You'll get blown clear out of the water." "So, it's back to war again, huh?" Susy purred.
"Whatever. I'm interviewing men now for Operations Manager. Wonderful prospects! This one guy has ten thick inches." "Ohhh!" Susy giggled. "See you soon, honey."
"Not too soon. He's got a finger in me right now." They both laughed.