Three years passed. Linda was now a senior editor of "Scene." She had continued her relationship with the elderly publisher, Harrison White, and through him she'd managed to get Frank Brooks fired and to get herself promotions. As long as she was Harrison White's mistress, her career was in no danger.
But Harrison White was out of town a great deal, and while he was gone Linda had to amuse herself. Tonight she was giving a large party for various celebrities in the luxurious penthouse apartment that White rented for her. The party was going very well-which meant that many of the guest were heading for the bedrooms.
Linda strolled around checking on things, looking beautiful in a floor-length blue gown cut very low in front and back. At twenty-five she hadn't lost any of her looks, and her figure was just as spectacular as ever. Many of.the well-known men at the party had eyed her, but Linda was taking her time about choosing a bed partner for the evening.
One amusing device White had had installed in the apartment was a one-way window between the master bedroom and one of the guestrooms. In the guestroom it looked like a mirror, but from the master bedroom a person could watch anything that went on in the guestroom. Linda found it exciting to make use of the mirror.
So did Harrison White. As he got older and found it more and more difficult to get an erection, he'd invented a little game. Linda would take an attractive man to the guestroom and ball him while White secretly watched from the next room. The sight would arouse him enough to get an erection, and then Linda would come in and ball him.
Nothing about the "game" disgusted her. It was all part of her work in being White's mistress and furthering her career in publishing. But occasionally Linda liked to be on the other side of the mirror. This evening she went into the master bedroom for a peek.
The master bedroom was already occupied by several men and women who were lounging on the bed and watching the action in the next room. Linda joined them with a knowing smile. Through the one-way window she saw a famous middle-aged movie star, formerly one of the most beautiful actresses of her day, starting to get it on with a young television actor.
"My dear," someone commented dryly, "he's young enough to be her son."
"More power to her," somebody else laughed.
Linda watched in fascination as the actress started taking off her clothes. She'd always wondered if the actress' body was as good as it appeared on film. The woman had to be close to fifty, but she still looked great in her clothes. Linda's eyes widened as the actress let her dress slip to the floor.
"Poor Angel," someone giggled, "she'd just die if she knew we were watching."
Angel, the former beauty, took off her slip and revealed a very tight corset and a padded bra. The young man with her, Tad Henson, looked a little disappointed but went on removing his own clothes. Angel started to struggle out of her corset.
Linda's companions started to snicker. "Ssshhh," Linda told them. "I'm going to turn on the intercom now. We can hear them-but they can hear us, too. So don't give the game away."
Linda's friends dutifully clammed up as she went to the wall and flicked a switch. Then it was just like a movie. They could see and hear everything Angel and Tad did. The aging actress was still fighting with her corset, getting pink-faced with irritation.
"Fucking thing," Angel snapped. "Come here, dammit, help me out of this contraption."
Tad, a blond giant, looked more and more turned off, but he walked over to auburn-haired Angel and said, "What do I do?"
"Unzip it," she panted.
Tad unzipped the comet in back, and as it peeled away Angel breathed a sigh of relief. Under the corset she was wearing black lace panties. The big surprise was that she seemed less fat with the corset off. The same thing happened when she removed her bra. The padded device was a 44-D, but Angel's own tits were small and round, the size of apples.
Linda realized with amusement that Angel must have been padding her body for years to appear big and voluptuous, when in reality she was much more attractive, a slender and well-preserved woman with small breasts and hips. When she was completely naked, Tad's interest picked up considerably.
"Hey," he said, "you don't look like you at all."
"This is the real me, darling," Angel said in her famous husky voice. "Not many people see it. But please hurry with your undressing, dear. I want to see all of you, too."
Angel stood by coolly, making no attempt to hide her pert little boobs with their pointy red nipples or the dainty light brown triangle of her bush. She obviously wasn't thinking about herself. Her hungry eyes were-glued to the young actor as he stripped. Tad was well worth looking at, too.
He was perhaps twenty-five, well over six feet, and built like an ox, with broad powerful shoulders and heavily muscled arms and legs. As he lowered his shorts, Linda's eyes-and Angel's-darted to his crotch. His cock wasn't as large as might have been expected, but it was plenty hard.
The pale six-inch pole burst from a nest of golden hairs and stiffly hugged Tad's belly. The head of his cock was a luscious rosy red and-was swollen up big and round. His bright pink balls were swollen, too, hanging taut between his thickly-muscled thighs. Linda felt a melting sensation in her pussy just looking at him.
Obviously Angel was aroused by the sight of his cock, too. "How divine," she purred. "Just let me play with it a little, darling."
"Jesus," Tad said, "I thought we came in here to ball."
"Darling," Angel said dryly, "do try to learn some manners. No one just balls any more, at least not your better class of people. You have to learn these things, dear, if you expect to get ahead in show business.
"Yes, ma'am," Tad said solemnly. "Sorry."
Tad was clearly no mental giant, but he had all the normal male feelings, for when Angel walked over and fisted his erect prick, he flushed and sighed. She started to pump his thick silky dick, and the young blond giant broke into a horny grin.
"Hey," he exclaimed, "that feels good."
My God," Angel said, "hasn't anybody jacked you off before?"
"Naw," Tad said. "Where I come from, we just ball."
"How dreary," Angel sighed.
But she wasn't much interested in talking to the young man. Her real interest was revealed when she sank to her knees before him and lifted his rosy-headed cock to her lips. Tad watched wide-eyed as the famous actress stuck out her shiny red tongue and started to lap the swollen head of his prick.
"Jesus," he exclaimed, "that's really nice. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Oh, I've been doing it ever since I was a little girl," Angel said coolly. "Now don't make me talk, darling. I'm busy."
"Yes, ma'am," Tad said.
Angel stared hungrily at his pale swollen cock, then went back to licking it, running her shiny red tongue around and around the big fat rosy head. She wriggled the tip of her tongue into the mouth of his cock, and Tad shivered with pleasure. He seemed half shocked and half delighted with what she was doing.
Linda and her friends watched in fascination. It really was something to see one of the world's most famous stars kneeling naked before that ox-like young man and blissfully licking his dick. Linda could understand now how Angel had gotten a reputation as a great piece of ass. She not only knew what she was doing, she enjoyed doing it.
"Ummmmm," Angel sighed, "what a nice tasting cock you have, darling."
Tad blushed right down to his toes, but he didn't move away from her lapping, teasing tongue. Angel started working on the stalk of his cock, licking all around it, moving slowly downward. Again Tad trembled with pleasure. She licked right through his golden bush and applied the slick hot tip of her tongue to his rosy swollen nut sacs, lashing and tickling.
"Aw, Christ," Tad gasped, "that feels great."
Angel calmly wait on tonguing and tasting his rosy red balls, leaving them shining with her spit. She took her time, as if she really dug licking his cock and balls all over. Tad was having a hard time keeping himself under control, He shivered like a horny young stallion, and his cock-head leaked big globs of sticky juice.
Leaving his balls wet and shiny, Angel licked back up the thick pale pole of his dick and ran her little red tongue around and around the purple knobby head of his cock. She lapped up his bubbling cock-juice and swallowed it with a greedy little gurgling noise.
"Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus," Tad moaned.
Angel flashed him a wicked grin, but Tad didn't see it. The young man had his eyes closed in perfect bliss as she ran her slick tongue all over his erect prick and lapped up his oozing cock-juice. Then suddenly she took the fat head of his prick into her mouth and gave it a strong suck.
"Awwww," Tad yelped.
His eyes popped open wide, and he gawked down at auburn-haired Angel. He seemed astonished to find his cock-head in her mouth. He watched wide-eyed as she started sucking noisily on his dick. She held the hard stalk in her fist and pumped the fat red head in and out between her juicy lips.
"Oh, shit," Tad whimpered, "holy living shit, I never felt anything like that before."
Linda watched with some envy. She loved surprising men, turning them on hotly, but she seldom encountered a man so naive and inexperienced as Tad. All too often Linda's men were over-experienced, jaded, difficult to arouse.
She wished she were in Angel's place, licking and sucking to her heart's content on Tad's clean handsome prick, blowing the kid's mind with her finesse. Angel was obviously having a ball, a wicked little smile playing over her face as she sucked noisily on his tasty cock-head.
"M-Ma'am," Tad stammered, "I-I can't hold out much longer. I think I'm gonna shoot my load."
Angel sighed impatiently as she let his shining red cock-head pop from her mouth. "Darling, you must learn to hold off," she said. "We were just getting started. However, if it's that urgent, let's go."
Angel bounced to her feet with the grace and enthusiasm of a much younger woman, her pert little boobs wobbling. She marched over to the bed and lay down and opened her legs, revealing a luscious red slit with a dainty fringe of light brown curls. Tad stood there gawking at her.
"Well, come on, darling," Angel said. "Fuck me."
"Yes, MA'AM," Tad said, breaking into a broad grin.
He rushed over to the bed and scrambled between Angel's widely parted legs. Linda watched him fit the huge red head of his dick between Angel's plump pink cunt lips, and she suppressed a sigh of envy. Just watching those two get it on had made her powerfully horny. Later in the evening she'd have to do something about that.
"Oh, wow," Tad sighed as he worked his thick cock all the way into Angel's eagerly offered cunt.
"Darling," Angel sighed, "how nice. You 'it really well hung, you know?"
"Thanks, ma'am," Tad said with a grin.
He began to ball her slowly, deeply, his face twisted in a lusty grimace. He took his time, delectating over the fierce heat and juicy slickness of her cunt. Linda squirmed with horny envy. She really could have used a good screwing just then, especially from a young stallion like Tad.
But Angel was impatient with his performance. She writhed beneath him and moaned, "Do it to me faster, dammit. Easter and harder."
Tad quickly obeyed. His taut ass writhed and jerked as he began to pump his stiff cock faster and harder in her red-hot box. Angel moaned blissfully and let her legs fall even wider open. Tad's flashing cock was soon wet with her steamy cunt-cream.
"Deeper," Angel groaned. "Get into me deeper."
Tad gave a violent heave that almost ground Angel into the bed. Linda and her friends could hear the bedsprings squealing and groaning even in the next room. For a moment Linda was afraid Angel had been hurt, but the actress broke into a lusty grin as Tad thrust his cock savagely against her womb.
"That's it," Angel panted, "do it to me really hard. Don't be afraid of hurting me, I want it that way. Hurt me, you gorgeous bastard, RAPE ME!"
Tad did his best to obey, slamming his big body up and down on Angel's slender body, ramming his cock furiously in her small box. Angel groaned ecstatically and flung her legs up around his heaving back, allowing him to force his thick meat even deeper into her.
"Oh, God, YES!" Angel wailed. "Yes, you big brute, you animal, DO IT TO ME!"
Linda didn't know how Angel's cunt could stand the almost vicious pounding of Tad's big hard cock. The bedsprings groaned steadily as he balled her, and his belly met hers in loud smacks. Angel panted and gasped, for the breath was knocked out of her each time Tad rammed his dick into her. But she obviously loved even second of it.
"Yes, oh, Christ, yes," Angel whined. "Ball me silly, darling, fuck me till I can't walk."
Now there was a kind of desperation in her voice, a note Linda recognized from the jaded men she'd fucked. Like them, Angel had seen too much and done too much, and it took more than ordinary love-making to satisfy her. She was no longer content with a gentle, affectionate fuck. She had to be raped within an inch of her life before she could get off.
My God, Linda thought, I could be like that.
It was frighteningly true. Linda had balled a lot of men in her climb to the top. She'd done everything there was to do in bed, and it took a very unusual man to amuse her any more. It was quite possible that she'd soon become like Angel, mistaking pain for pleasure, requiring sheer brutality to arouse her jaded senses.
But Linda quickly dismissed the ugly thought and went back to watching the actress and her stud. Tad's powerful body gleamed with sweat now as he exerted himself to meet Angel's hoarse demands. He gasped loudly each time he drove his cock deep and hard into her gushing little cunt.
"More, more, Angel gasped, "get into me more. I want more of your cock."
In desperation she threw her legs up around his neck, opening herself as completely as possible to the cruel thrusts of his prick. Linda winced, knowing how painful it must be for Angel to have her womb butted with his hard cock-head. But for Angel, pain was pleasure. She groaned in ecstasy and started to come.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Angel wailed. "Thank God, YES! At last.
Ahhhhhh!"
Tad looked relieved. He rammed her a few more times, and then his eyes rolled upward and he moaned as he shot his load. He'd hardly finished before Angel was impatiently wriggling out from under him.
"What was the name of your friend?" she said. "The one with the beard."
"Oh, Andy?" Tad panted, still trying to catch his breath. "Hey, I'm kinda pissed off at him tonight. He was trying to make it with you, but I beat him out."
"Well, I want to make it with him," Angel said, fluffing out her auburn hair, "so go find him and send him in here."
Tad gawked at her. "You gotta be kidding," he said. "We just balled. Aren't you tired?"
"My dear," Angel sighed, "you're no trooper. But never mind-just send your buddy in here."
Tad dressed and went off shaking his head. In less than a minute Angel was happily fucking his best friend, Andy. Linda hurried over and turned off the intercom.
"My God," she said, "how can she go on like that? I'd get sore."
"Darling," one of the women remarked, "haven't you heard? Angel had her box lined with steel. She can go on forever."
"I can almost believe that," Linda laughed.
Some of the people in the master bedroom were starting to take their clothes off. Aroused by watching Angel and Tad make love, they were ready for a little orgy of their own. Soon three women and two men were romping naked on the bed, everyone feeling up everyone else.
Linda considered joining them but decided against it. She'd thrown many parties for the jet set and had engaged in many such group fucks and the novelty of it was gone for her. Tonight, horny as she was, she intended to hold out for something new and different-if there was such a thing.
Linda quietly went out of the room, leaving her friends to their group romp on the king-sized bed. As she walked down the hall she found a prominent newspaper reporter sitting against the wall, snoring drunkenly, his fly open to reveal his pale shriveled cock. Linda paid little attention. The guy was famous for it.
It was his habit to get drunk, watch the other guests make out, and then jack off by himself and fall asleep. As rumor had it, at one party he'd been passed out in that position so long that the hostess was able to paint his portrait. But nobody teased him about it. Too many kinky things went on at such parties to make the reporter's antics at all unusual.
Linda stepped around the snoring reporter and entered the living room where the party was still in full swing. Many people were laughing, chatting, or dancing, but a few were getting it on right on the rug. That wasn't unusual, either-they just hadn't been able to find an empty bedroom.
Linda stepped over one furiously humping couple and reached the bar, where a stone-faced waiter made her a fresh drink. While she waited for her drink, Linda tried to imagine herself as she was four years ago, a naive virgin just out of college and full of ideals. That girl would have died of shock if she'd seen this party, but the Linda of today thought nothing of it.
Linda took her drink and wandered around the huge living room looking for amusement. She was greeted by Jess Long, a television producer she'd only recently met. His eyes swept hungrily over Linda's statuesque body.
"Miss Tomson," Jess Long said, "let me congratulate you on the success of your party."
"Thank you," she said, smiling, "but please call me Linda. Everyone does."
"Very well, Linda," Jess said. "I'd like you to meet two of my associates, Dave and Marty."
Linda smiled and nodded at the two attractive young men standing by Jess Long, but she was much more interested in less himself. He was new to her, and she was always interested in balling a new man. Her interest must have shown in her eyes, because Jess quickly took her arm and steered her down the hall.
"Let's get better acquainted," he said.
"I'd love to," Linda grinned.
One of the guestrooms was just being vacated by several flush-faced and tousle-haired people, and Linda and Jess went inside and closed the door. Linda felt hotly horny at the idea of balling this attractive stranger. They quickly undressed without a word and hurried over to the bed.
"I've heard a lot about you," less said eagerly as he took her in his arms. "I understand you're the best lay in town."
"Why don't you just make up your own mind about that?" Linda said with a wicked smile.
"I intend to, lady, I intend to," less chuckled.
As he played with her tits, Linda leaned back and admired his body. He was deeply tanned and firmly muscled, his chest matted with thick black hair. He had a gorgeous cock, seven inches of thick pale meat capped with a swollen purple head. It was a nice change for Linda to meet a guy who could get it up with no trouble.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "I just can't wait."
"Horny little bitch, aren't you?" less laughed. "Well, you're in luck, because I can't wait, either."
He pushed her legs open and wriggled between them, his thick chest hairs tickling her big heaving boobs. Linda sighed happily as Jess worked his long thick cock into her juicy tight box. As his fat hard cock-head touched her womb she moaned.
"Ummmmmm, yes," Linda sighed, "you feel good in me."
He leered down at her. "You feel pretty damned good to me, too, baby," he said. "You've got a nice tight box."
He started fucking her, and Linda let her legs fall wide open, blissfully taking the fast hard shoves of his swollen dick. She creamed heavily around his jerking cock, moaning each time it stuffed her horny little twat. She rose quickly toward a much-needed climax.
But just as she was about to come, the bedroom door opened.
"Shit," Jess muttered, "who the hell- Oh, hello, boys."
Linda gawked. Jess' two associates, Dave and Marty, had entered the room and were starting to undress. They were grinning like mad and eyeing Linda's lovely naked body. Tess didn't seem at all upset. He just grinned and went back to fucking Linda. Finally she found her voice.
"Just what the hell is going on here?" she said. "I didn't invite those two to come along."
"Oh, be a sport, darling," Jess said, happily working his stiff prick in her fiery-hat little box. "My friends want some fun, too. And from what we've heard of your reputation, you won't mind helping them out."
Linda's face flamed. It had been a long time since anything had made her blush, but it was humiliating to learn that she was known all over New York as a promiscuous slut who'd fuck anybody. She was silent with embarrassment as Dave and Marty finished undressing.
The two young men approached the bed. Dave was a husky blond with a stiff pale six-inch prick. Marty was tall, lean and dark, and his eight-inch dick was so heavy that it wagged lewdly before him. Both men were eyeing Linda hungrily.
"Now wait just a damned minute," Linda said, trying to wriggle off the impalement of Jess' cock. "I am NOT going to fuck all of you."
"Flip her over, Jess," Dave said, paying no attention to Linda's protest.
"Right you are," Jess laughed.
He rolled over, taking Linda with him, so that she was on top, her pert little ass sticking up in the air, his thick hard cock still deeply lodged in her juicy little cunt. Before Linda could react, she felt Dave climbing onto her back, and she became the middle of a human sandwich.
Dave pressed the hard rosy head of his cock against her tight little asshole and gave a hard shove.
"Owwwww," Linda wailed.
She'd let Harrison White put his cock up her ass a few times, just to keep the old boy amused, but she'd never taken a large young steel-hard cock like Dave's. She moaned with pain as Dave worked his prick clear to the balls in her pencil-thin asshole,
"Please, noooo," Linda whined, "it's too big. It hurts."
"Relax, baby," Dave panted. "You can take it if you just relax."
"That's right," Jess chimed in. "In fact you'll dig it. You'll like taking two cocks at once."
Linda wasn't so sure about that, but she tried to follow their advice, relaxing her anal muscles as much as she could. To her relief, the pain stopped. Dave started working his thick hard prick up and down in her fiery-hot bumhole, while just a thin membrane away Jess pumped his big cock in her slick little cunt.
Linda had never taken on two men at once. She'd been in group gropes but always ended up with one partner. She'd never before had two pumping cocks in her belly. As she relaxed, a wicked excitement came over her. Balling two guys at once was fun! "Ahhhhh," Linda moaned. "Pretty good, huh?" Dave chuckled. "We knew you'd dig it," Jess said.
Linda went completely limp, closing her mind to everything but the growing pleasure of taking those two stiff dicks in her cunt and asshole. With her whole belly stuffed with thick jerking prick, she felt thoroughly and deliciously fucked. Her hot cunt cream boiled out, testifying to her mounting arousal.
"Yes, yes," she whined, "do it to me. Oh, God, YES."
Glancing up dizzily, she saw that the third man, Many, had climbed onto the bed and was watching the scene with a wicked leer. She didn't really care. Let him gawk. She'd fucked in front of people before.
But Marty wasn't content just to watch. He straddled Jess' head and poked the huge purple head of his cock against Linda's lips. Finally she understood the men's plan. She was supposed to satisfy all THREE of them at once, using her cunt, ass and mouth.
"Come on, honey, open up," Marty said eagerly.
Linda thought of refusing, but what the hell? She'd been looking for something new in bed, and this was certainly a novelty. She opened her mouth wide and allowed Marty to slide his long hard prick over her tongue and into her throat. He moaned happily as she started to blow him.
"Honey," less sighed, "you're a helluva good hostess, that's all I can say."
Linda's excitement increased rapidly as she worked the three thrusting pricks in her asshole, cunt and mouth. It was the wildest sexual adventure of her life, and she was really getting off on it. It was less than a minute before she started coming.
"Ummmmmm," Linda moaned.
Her lovely body writhed in a powerful climax. She sucked furiously on Marty's long drooling dick, and her cunt and ass muscles gripped Dave and Jess' cocks. Her excitement brought the men off, and she suddenly felt her mouth, bumhole and twat flooded with hot steamy come.
"Awwwww, Christ," Jess moaned.
"SHIT," Dave yelped. "Jesus, YEAH," Marty cried.
When they all rolled apart, less chuckled and said, "Thanks a lot, sweetheart. We'll be sure to buy copies of your magazine."
Then the men dressed and left, leaving Linda alone. She lay on the bed feeling strangely sad. Fucking the three men had been fun, but now that it was over, she wondered what she'd really gotten out of it. She'd fucked dozens of men, but she'd never loved any of them, never gown close to them.
Linda sighed and got up to dress, deciding to do her worrying some other time. As she entered the living room she was called to the phone. It was Harrison White, calling from Bermuda.
"I'll be home tomorrow," he told her, "and I want you to have a nice show ready for me. You know what I mean."
"Yes, Harrison," Linda sighed, "I know exactly what you mean."