The phone brought me awake while it was still dark outside and I blinked at the sudden brilliance of the table lamp as I punched the button and reached for the jangling instrument. The bedside clock read five forty.
Lena Compton's sultry tones snapped me to full awareness. "I need help, love," she explained hurriedly. "My sister just rolled in. I won't go into the sordid details, but she's the ward of a real son of a bitch. I've tried to pull strings and get custody of her, but you know how much chance, I've got of doing that. With my reputation, I couldn't adopt a pregnant alley cat!"
"I didn't even know you had a sister," I said.
"Just the one," she explained. "She wants to spend some time here and I can't keep her. This is the first place that bastard would come looking."
"Send her to a hotel, for Christ's sake!"
"Cool it, love! Old fartface will have private-peekers swarming all over the place. If you could sort of look after her for a couple of days, I'll be able to get things lined up so I can take over. It'll be a big favor."
"How are you gonna manage it?" I demanded.
"I've got to be on tap tomorrow and the next day," she went on. "After that, I can take her and just disappear for a while. You know me, love. I can hide till that bastard will never find us. If you'll just help me cover till I can get loose."
"Where are you?" I asked. If a favor would keep Lena Compton's name on my list of available bed partners, the price would be small.
She told me and I agreed to be there in thirty minutes. It would take more than the usual gumshoe to ferret out the connection between Lena and me. Once I had the girl back at the apartment, it would take the C.I.A. to find her.
I put the coffee on and ran the razor over my scowling face. With the coffee still burning my throat, I scrawled a note for Kitty and propped it against the pot, hurrying down to the car and sliding out into the almost deserted street.
They were waiting in the grubby all-night diner, two blocks from the bus station. I pulled up in front of the fly-specked window long enough for Lena to see the car. Then I pulled up about fifty feet and waited for them to join me.
A flurry of ivory curves slid across the seat and pressed boldly against my side while Lena climbed in behind her and closed the door.
"This is Mary Lou, Steve," she introduced us. "I've told her about you. If she gives you any trouble, take your belt off and wear her ass out with it! She's a spoiled brat, but I happen to be nuts about her."
The girl was a miniature edition of her big sister, only lighter. Except for the Afro hairdo, Mary Lou could have passed for white. With those fantastic breasts and that sexy mouth, she could have passed just about any test.
"Hi, Stevie!" she purred, digging a firm nipple against my elbow and letting her mouth hang open with the full lower lip moist and tempting.
"Hi, yourself!" I echoed. Then, to Lena, "Where do I drop you?"
"It's safe to swing by my place," she said. "Don't let little sister fool you. She comes on like Supergirl. But she's still got it locked up."
"Not from choice!" the girl breathed, working her knee to slide that warm thigh against mine as I set the car in motion.
Lena gave a deep chuckle. "Don't worry, sis! That's one reason I called Steve. He specializes in defoliation."
I shot her a quick frown. "You mean you want me to…?"
"You want a script, love?" she laughed. "Hell, yes! That's what I mean. You think I want her to lose it to some hopped-up cat in a back alley and wind up hating it for the rest of her life? Don't tell me you're not interested."
Mary Lou's hand slid down to my thigh and probed, finding the growing stiffness and curving her fingers about it with a little sigh.
"Relax, Lena," she whispered happily. "He's interested."
I dropped Lena off and waited until she had disappeared inside the building before I headed for the apartment, wondering how the hell I was going to explain all this to Kitty. Beside me, Mary Lou released her grip on my cock and settled back in the far comer of the seat, watching my profile with a curious half-smile. Her miniskirt had hiked its way up to the top of her perfectly rounded thighs and I found my eyes darting at the dark triangle where they converged, wondering if she was wearing panties, or if the shadow was the curly hair of her unexplored cunt. Her first question made me jerk the wheel in surprise.
"How many girls have you fucked, Steve?" she asked with the same expression she might have used in exploring my political opinions.
"I haven't kept a diary, sugar," I evaded. "More than my share, and not as many as I wanted to. Does that make sense?"
"Have you had many virgins?" she demanded. "Like me?"
I eased the car into a vacant space and cut the engine. "I've popped a few cherries. I don't know whether they were like you. No two girls are alike, you know."
I led the way into the elevator and kept my distance as the cables pulled us upward. She had brought no luggage other than the oversized clutch bag she dangled alongside one slender hip. The legs were even better than I had estimated. Small ankles and tiny feet. Beautifully rounded calves and dimpled knees before the columns began that gentle flaring that disappeared under the skirt just in time. She was aware of my inspection, but she chose to ignore it, watching the floor indicator while I raped her with my eyes.
Fitting the key in the door, I asked, "Did Lena tell you about Kitty?"
"Your niece?" she said. "Yes. She said I'd have competition. Is she nice?"
"I'll let you find out for yourself," I told her. "I think you two will hit it off alright."
She stepped in at my gesture and waited until I closed the door. "Have you screwed her?"
The girl's calmness was raising hell with my cool. She talked about sex like a veteran whore, yet I had Lena's assurance she was still inexperienced. I held up one hand, palm out.
"Let me see if Kitty's up," I said. I started through the hall and noticed the new note leaning against the coffee pot. Changing direction, I picked it up.
"Uncle Steve," it read. "Velvet and her mother, invited me to a picnic and I accepted. Hope you won't mind. You can get some writing done with me out of your hair. I'll be back about three o'clock. Love, Kitty."
Underneath, she had scrawled, "P.S. I dreamed that you made me let you do it. Wow! Is it really that good?"
I grinned and handed the note to the waiting girl.
"Maybe this will answer your question," I commented.
She read it and the full lips curved in a warm smile. "I think that's one white chick I can really dig. Does that mean we're all alone?"
"Just like on a desert island," I said, watching her put the bag on the couch and move toward me, her hips swaying. With slow, deliberate motions she began unbuttoning the thin blouse, unveiling the deep cleft between her thrusting young breasts and pulling the cloth aside to expose the high firm mounds with their succulent tips already tilted in the quivering strutting of passion.
I slid one arm about her slender waist and pulled her to me, palming one of those resilient breasts as my mouth closed over hers, drawing her tongue between my teeth and teasing it with my own.
Her hips ground their way forward to find the hardness of my cock, pressing it as if measuring its prodigious length with the insistent grinding of her yielding belly. Her hands moved up and down my arms, unable to find a resting place in her excitement.
My arm adjusted its position at her waist, permitting my hand to work the skirt up over the lush swell of her buttocks, baring her quivering ass to my caress. My palm moved over the velvet skin, grateful for the absence of panties, squeezing and fondling the firm globes and dipping my fingertips into the warm, slightly moist crease, edging downward until I found the taut stretch of her perineum.
Bending over her placed me in an awkward position and she realized it. Her hands pushed gently at my shoulders.
"Why don't we get on the bed?" she asked breathlessly. "Or the floor? And get out pf these damn clothes!"
Releasing my hold on her pliant body, I led the way into my bedroom, already loosening my shirt and unbuckling my belt. She took one look at the huge water bed and gave a little cry of surprised delight.
"I've always wanted to try one of these! But I never thought I'd make it the first time on one!"
She slipped out of the blouse and the tits jiggled as she forced the skirt down over the boyish hips and stepped free, standing naked and lovely for my eager inspection. Lust poured through my veins and shoved my cock against my trousers with a visible throbbing. Her eyes stared hungrily.
"Hurry, man! I want to see that fuckpole!"
Like Kitty, the girl was a delightful paradox. Although virginal, her vocabulary and responses were those of a seasoned swinger. But I was too damn hot to give it much thought.
I made sure, everything else was off before I slid trousers and shorts down and let my nine-inch prong smack up against my belly before settling down to a forty-five degree angle that pointed its slitted head straight at her tight-nippled breasts.
Before she could react to the sight, I took the single step and pulled her against me, shoving my prick into the yielding warmth of her belly, letting the physical contact add to the visual excitement until she was squirming with desire.
Together we sank into the undulating embrace of the waterbed, our bodies moving and sliding as the liquid shifted beneath us. I found the stiffened nipple of a dusky breast and fastened my lips about it, rolling its spongy tip with my tongue and sucking with long tugs that made her groan with pleasure.
Unable to reach my body, she dragged one of my hands up to her mouth and began kissing it, running her tongue between the fingers in wet, sensuous thrustings.
I raised my head to examine the tit I was sucking. The nipple was wet with my saliva, sticking up like a small brown finger from the dotted circle of her areole, swollen with excitement and anticipation.
I shifted my attention to the inward slope of her diaphragm, kissing the velvet smoothness with parted lips and darting my tongue against it until I reached the delightful indentation of her belly button. There I fastened my mouth about its small circumference and bored into it with a series of stabbing licks that made her ass bounce and wiggle with heightened passion.
She knew where I was headed and her slender legs parted in welcome, her hips lifting to offer the plump-lipped mound of her young cunt for my approval. My lips brushed the upper edge of her dark triangle and I caught a single curly hair between my teeth, tugging gently, but enough to cause her ass to jerk in involuntary response.
The sweet, heady scent of her sex filled my nostrils, its fragrance laced with the musk of desire, and I could see the glistening dew of her arousal on the dark red folds of its unexplored center.
"Turn around, baby!" Her voice was choked with emotion. "Turn around so I can reach you! God! What a man!"
The bed tossed like a stormy ocean as I turned about with my feet toward Mary Lou's head and I felt her fingers seize my cock, wrapping their warmth about its thickness and beginning a slow frigging motion that made me gasp with delight.
Her other hand gripped my hip, pulling me closer, and her moist lips began kissing my thigh, the tongue licking across the skin as she moved upward to where my heavy balls waited, eager to feel the caress of her mouth on their loaded spheres.
I duplicated her actions by licking the soft sweetness of her inner thighs, my chin teasing the curly hairs of her cunt as I neared the narrow cleft. Then, with a muffled groan, I surrendered to the impelling hunger.
My mouth pressed between the sloping outer lips and circled about the smaller opening, adding my saliva to her juices and tasting the youthful passion that bubbled from her aroused vagina. My tongue snaked through the resilient folds and into the hot entrance, broadening to provide the full effect of the penetration on the concentrated nerve endings which clustered just inside the delicious gateway.
She gave a hoarse cry and her thighs quivered, the muscles flexing as I eased my tongue in and out of her pussy, giving her a miniature sample of what my engorged cock would do when I forced its thick shaft into the narrow channel.
I felt her fingers bend my tool, altering its angle so she could slide her wet lips over the swollen head. Her teeth scraped gently past the flared rim and her tongue swirled in an oral caress that sent thrills zig-zagging through my belly like little bolts of ecstatic lightning.
Then she began sucking and the first pull brought a spurt of seminal fluid bolting through the length of my cock. She moaned again as her tongue spread the slippery mixture over my glans, bathing me in its heat and the skillful pressure of that knowing muscle.
I was eating her. Licking through the pliant folds of her pussy, I backtracked until my tongue found the thrusting bud of her lust-swollen clitoris. Her ass jerked when I flicked across its nerve-laden tip. Then, when I gripped it between lips and teeth and began polishing it with rhythmic suction, her hips danced in helpless delight, shoving the slippery folds of her inner labia against my nose.
Her lips were sliding up and down on my prick, taking the massive organ far back inside her mouth and letting the head rub against the soft wet heat of her throat. I expected her to gag, but she had already learned that trick of relaxing the muscles, and she managed to accept almost the full length. My balls swung against her forehead and her eyes as I hunched my cock in and out, fucking the delightful grip while I worked my tongue into her spasming cuntal lips and waggled the tip against her vaginal walls.
It was Mary Lou who dragged herself back from the brink of total surrender to cry, "Fuck me, Steve! Oh God! Please! I want this big cock in my pussy!"
The words were punctuated by a rain of wet kisses on the sensitive head and a licking of that delicate area that made me try to cram it back inside her mouth. It was only with a supreme effort that I managed to give her cunt one last lick and twisted my body about until I was on my knees between her upraised knees, feeling her fingers guide the head of my prick into the slippery furrow and fit the tip between the slimy folds I had tongued into shivering readiness.
One arm went about my neck, but the other hand held my cock in position as I began pushing, spreading the membranes into a taut circle as the head entered her cunt.
"Uuuugggg Hhhhh!"
I felt it at the instant of her sharp cry. It felt as if I had reached the bottom of her cunt just inside the tight lips. I gave a little hunch that pressed the head of my dick against the barrier and she gave another half-scream.
"Nooooooo! Don't! Please!"
I waited as long as I could. The hot grip about the tender glans was building my desire into frightening proportions, for the lips of her pussy were constantly shivering and spasming.
I once had a girl blow me like that and it drove me up the wall. She fastened her lips about the very tip of my cock, shoved her tongue between her teeth and wiggled it against the slit until I shot off like a cannon, unable to get it any further into her mouth, but hunching crazily as the surges of ecstasy charged through my jerking prick.
"Wiggle your ass, baby!" I pleaded. "You can take it!"
I managed to keep a constant pressure while she worked her hips in a grinding circle, rubbing the hymenic membrane against the head of my cock. If there was the slightest opening in that rubbery barrier, I couldn't feel it. All I could feel was the caress of the sliding tissues and the constant gripping of the surrounding lips. The motion of the waterbed amplified her wiggling and we both whimpered.
"Push harder!" I begged. "Jesus! I've gotta have that!"
Her face twisted with effort and she chewed her lower lips as she gave a shove that sent pain racing, through my prick. I could imagine how it must have felt to her.
"I can't!" she cried, sobbing with frustration. "Goddamn it for being like that!"
She slid her other hand between us and wrapped all ten fingers about my prong, shaping a channel which terminated in that mushy crevice. Carefully, she adjusted the curl of her little finger and palm to hold the lips of her cunt in perfect position. I knew what she was trying to do and I gave a cooperative and experimental stroke.
My prick slid back, the head pulling out of the membranous grip and up into the firmer clutch of her encircling fingers. Then, tensing my hips to keep them from slamming down and tearing into that delicious slit, I drove back through the warm pressure until the head sank into the hotter wetness again, shuddering to a halt as it pressed the maidenhead, drawing a suppressed grunt from her tightly drawn lips.
"Can you fuck me like that?" she whispered frantically. "God! I wish I could take it! I want to feel that big prick deep inside my pussy!"
"Anyway, baby!" I gasped, giving her another stroke. The motion had spread some of her slippery juices back into her palm and it felt almost like the real thing. "I can't stand this!"
"Neither can I!" she groaned. "I want to fuck, Steve!"
She was actually sobbing as I stroked through those shifting fingers and rubbed the head of my prick against her sealed cunt. The pressure stretched the tight folds and pulled her clitoris into a taut stretching with each insertion, letting it spring back again as my cock slid upward through the now-slippery grip of her two hands.
I discovered a delightful movement. I would pull back very slowly until the head was about four inches from the lips of her cunt. Then, carefully judging the distance, I shoved with a hard, rapid thrust, halting my forward motion just as the tip effected an entrance through the hot curtains. The sudden stop made the waterbed jiggle and the effect was a gentle frictioning of her cunt about the head of my prick.
"Ummmmmmm!" she murmured. "That feels good! It's makin' my little clit dance all over the place!"
My hips performed that movement again and again, sawing my cock through the clutch of her hands and dipping into that juicy crack, until the pounding goodness became too intense.
"I'm gonna come, sugar!" I panted. "I can't wait!"
"Come!" she urged me. She had arranged her hands so that my pubic arch met the thumb and forefinger of her upper grip with each stroke, so she felt confident that my huge prick would not penetrate beyond that teasing entrance. "At least I can have that!"
The ecstasy became a straining rope in my balls, drawing tighter with each delicious stroke. Then, with a surge of gut-wrenching pleasure, the cord snapped and my semen spurted against the pulsating barrier of her virginity, puddling to lave my jerking cockhead and being smeared by the frantic squirming of her ass as her pussy exploded in a matching climax.
"uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she grunted, working the straining tissues against the jetting tip, their rubber grip contracting and relaxing as her orgasmic spasms harmonized with the violent throbbing of my prick. It was all I could do to keep my hips from ramming my pole into that greedily twitching cunt.
"Oh God!" she panted when her legs finally slid down along my thighs and fell weakly to either side. Only her hands retained that vigilant grip on my prong, the fingers milking me gently, as if imagining how it would have felt had the savage finale occurred inside her still shivering pussy. "That's the closest I've ever come to being really fucked!"
I rolled off and my body bounced in slow motion as the bed adjusted to my new position beside her. She turned toward me, touching my nakedness with breasts and thighs, her belly pressing my still hard shaft between us as we kissed, our tongues rekindling the passion of incompleted coupling.
"I want it in me!" she groaned, licking my mouth with bold sweeps of her tongue. She suddenly leaned away from me, staring into my eyes with a fierce gleam lighting her own. "Maybe you can get it in my ass!"
I could only guess at the tightness of that small opening, but I was just as eager as she to invade some portion of her responsive body. At least there would be no barrier other than the size of the channel itself.
"Are you willing to try it?" I asked huskily, pinching a nipple and making her wince.
In answer, she forced herself to a sitting position, angling her knees outward. Her pussy gaped its cream-filled lips and the ropy semen trickled lazily downward through the narrow crack. With a grin, she drew three fingers upward through the crevice, gathering the slippery liquid and transferring it to the head of my rearing cock, smearing it into a glistening coat with fluttering touch. Then, hiking one hip, she repeated the gesture and massaged the slick juice into the striated circle of her tiny anus, probing with one finger until it slid inside, disappearing to the second knuckle as she worked it about to enlarge the opening.
Her lips tightened as she forced a second finger in alongside the first, wiggling them as I watched in excitement, my cock stiffening to a new hardness. Finally, satisfied that she had made it as ready as possible, she rolled over onto her belly, her buttocks curved and enticing in their dusky moundings. She twisted her head to stare at me, her face serious.
"Even if I beg you to stop," she said thickly, "do it anyway! I know it's gonna hurt some. But I've got to have it! Put it in all the way, Steve! No matter how much I scream! Shove it in there and fuck me!" She moistened her lips, slowly and sensuously, teasing her teeth with the tip of her tongue.
"Rape me!" she breathed. "Make me take that big prick!"
Her legs parted, making way for my knees as I mounted her, my cock throbbing with eagerness. The little wrinkled circlet of her asshole, slippery with the fluid she had placed there, sucked in and out as her body tensed in preparation.
Gripping my shaft at the base and bracing myself with a hand on her satin-smooth back, I nudged the dark circle, making sure the tip of my cock was centered. Her buttocks tightened and their warmth squeezed me. She groaned.
"Want to back out?" I demanded, pressing just enough to keep that little opening flexing hotly against the head of my prick.
"No!" she grunted. "I want to be fucked!"
I bore down and felt the resistance of her clenching sphincter, a band of painful tightness that blocked me with only half the head inside. Her arms went out to either side and her legs stiffened, her hips trying to bury themselves in the slowly rolling waterbed, trying to escape that huge wedge that was stretching her anus with determined force.
"Ease up, baby!" I whispered. "Let me in!"
"I can't!" she moaned. "Jesus! I can't!"
"Just for a second!" I urged. "That's all it takes. Try!"
I felt her body tense and I waited for that momentary relaxation. When it came, in a slight loosening of the anal grip, I shoved with a savage grunt, feeling the flared rim of my cock head thrust through the elastic portal and into the incredible heat of her intestine.
"Ohhhhh, damn! Ohhhhh, Goddamn!" she hissed as her hips quivered beneath me, the asshole biting my cock with painful contractions. I held my body motionless, waiting for the tremors to subside. When the pressure eased, I forced the head a little farther into the undulating channel.
"noooo!" she wailed, her legs jerking in helpless protest. "I can't! Please! I thought I could! But I can't!"
I had about three inches planted in that spasming corridor, so I turned loose of my cock and lowered my chest down onto her perspiring back, curling my fingers about her trembling shoulders.
"Sure you can, baby!" I whispered, kissing the back of her neck. "You can take that big dick! You're gonna have to, anyway! I'm gonna fuck you, Mary Lou! You can kick and scream all you want to! But I'm gonna fuck you! That ass is too good, baby! I've gotta have it!"
I punctuated the last word with another shove and gave her a couple more inches. She grunted, but she didn't scream, and the grip relaxed more quickly than before. Her anal muscles were becoming accustomed to that thick bulk and I could feel the shivering caress as they slid and wriggled in adjustment.
"That feels good, baby!" I told her. "That ass is gonna love being fucked!"
I gave her another shove and waited until her body relaxed. I estimated about six inches of penetration, enough to start the really interesting part. Keeping my chest plastered against her back, I began raising my hips, dragging the throbbing head of my prick back through the convulsing tissues, frictioning their tender surface into a constant undulation.
Mary Lou moaned, but the direction of my movement encouraged the powerful muscles to relax their torrid grip. By the time the rim of my glans reached her sphincter it had loosened to a comfortable squeezing. I didn't give her time to tighten up again. Before she could react to the move, I levered my hips downward and shoved nine inches of hard prick into her intestinal sleeve. My belly slammed down against the upper slope of her buttocks and the small of her back. My balls slapped wetly into the juicy crack of her virginal pussy. Mary Lou Compton, age seventeen, had exactly what she had asked, for a bellyful of cock!
She held her breath until she was certain there was no more of it. Then, as she exhaled in a slow, noisy whimper, the binding pressure eased to a delightful tightness that seemed to nibble at my prick with a hundred pairs of greedy lips. She was ready.
She took the first few strokes with renewed tension, making it difficult to bore through those clamping walls. But the juice she had spread on my cock and the natural oil of her intestine lubricated the passage and my prick slid in and out with a delicious sensation which drew my balls into pulsating tautness.
I didn't have to tell her what to do. Once she had accepted the massive invader, she began working those muscles in a way that increased my pleasure and created a new delight for her, relaxing them as I entered, then squeezing again and again as I withdrew for another stroke.
"Oh God!" she gasped each time my prick slid into that churning inferno. Then, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" as it pulled back. Each stroke pushed her hips down into the yielding bed and she pushed it upward, working it in a frantic circling, as I lifted my hips for another shove.
"Oh, Steve!" she whimpered, when I broke the rhythm to give her a few moments in which to exercise her newly acquired skills. "It's good! Goddamn! It's good!"
She worked her ass up and down and wiggled it from side to side, insuring that her intestinal walls were massaged from every possible angle. It was hot in there, hotter than most cunts, and a hell of a lot tighter.
"Damn right, it's good!" I gasped the words, for the way she was using that superheated tail was dragging me closer and closer to the limit of my willpower. "Think you can come like this?"
"Yes! God, yes! I can feel it in my pussy! When you slide in real deep it feels like it's in both places!"
"Want me to work on that clit?"
Her head rolled. "I don't need it! Just fuck me! Any way you want to, Steve! Just fuck me!"
I forced my arms beneath her, one under her belly and the other across the tight globes of her young tits. "I'm not gonna stop this time!" I warned. She gave me a little grunt of understanding.
Carefully, I slipped my feet under her widespread ankles, giving her something to use as leverage for the last savage mile of our race. She used it, pushing that delightful ass up and gobbling another two inches of my cock. It was my signal.
With a grunt accompanying every stroke, I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could pump my cock in and out of that tight slippery ass, plunging through the juicy grip until the head was lodged in the hot pulsating curve of her intestine and her hips were writhing in a combination of protest and pleasure.
Now and then, I drew back until she cried out in fear of losing the piston that was stretching and reaming her with its furious thrusts. But, mostly, I kept it deep, screwing with short jabs that rammed my pelvic bone into the yielding pads of her ass and kept my balls flopping against the juicy lips of her cunt.
Faster and faster, the waterbed increasing the friction by jiggling her hips, I fucked the whimpering girl until the dam broke and my semen lanced into her tail, the release making me cry out with the sheer pleasure of it. I drove full length into the convulsing sheath and let her draw the come from me with her vigorous writhing and the undulating milking of those hot muscles. When the last shudder had rippled through my entrenched prick, I collapsed atop the quivering body with a muffled groan.
"Mary Lou Compton," I panted, "you have un commonly good ass!"
She squeezed my cock, giggling happily. "Want some more?"
"You're damn right!" I said. And proved it.