The House On Charles Avenue
by Edwin Jenkin 


INTRODUCTION 

The house on Charles Avenue looked like any other. It was three stories, 
brick, rather well-kept up. The lawn was green all year round, and the 
walkway was never littered. And so it was with all of the houses on Charles 
Avenue, in fact. There was nothing on the outside of the one numbered 3744 
that would indicate something unusual about the inside. 

But unusual it was, in some sense of the word, for there in that Victorian 
mansion a woman who went by the name Madam Tess carried on the most 
lucrative and stable business of the city. The oldest profession in the 
world, the thing that law-abiding and upright citizens would call indecent, 
shameless, filthy, uncouth, vulgar, lewd and obscene, what others, more 
open-minded, would call a "necessary evil", and what Madam Tess called "my 
home cooking"-it all went on in the house on Charles Avenue. 

It was a hedonist's dream, this house of ill-repute, and Madam Tess could 
boast not only clean women and fair prices, but the most voluptuous girls, 
the prettiest faces, and the finest legs. Yes, the house on Charles Avenue 
had a reputation that it well-deserved. To top it all off it was a whore 
house as in the old world, when prostitution was not considered corrupt so 
much as different. 

Take, for example, the degree of specialization which Madam Tess had 
cultured. She insisted on having on hand a woman for every sort of need. One 
of her girls was flat chested, just so that in the event a man came in with 
a whim for a woman whose chest was all nipple and no meat, then she could 
fill the order. 

On the other hand if a man liked a girl to swear during intercourse, Tess 
had just such a one available: young Lydia. She was known to be able to 
string no less than seventy dirty words together in a row and not repeat 
herself, and during a real climax too! Just while the gentleman was shooting 
off his wad of jism, Lydia would let out a stream of words like: "Fuck me! 
Eat my shit! Cream on my face! Piss on me! Fill my cunt! Get that sperm 
juice rolling! Oh, honey I love your penis! Fuck my twat with that hot 
pecker!" Anyhow, she knew so many things to say that she was one of Madam 
Tess's special girls. And she never repeated herself either. There were men 
who came to Lydia to get fucked, (to do just a little "out-of-the-home, 
in-the-house" love making) every week who would swear that Lydia was yet to 
repeat herself. 

And Tess had Gloria working for her, too. Gloria was the town's delight. She 
was the girl with the biggest smoothest tits, the finest longest legs, and 
the sweetest most seductive voice. Of course, Tess didn't let just anybody 
screw young Gloria, but on the other hand, she didn't raise the price, 
either. 

For men who liked a good suck, Madam Tess had a whole slew of women. There 
was Tina Baker who had the longest tongue in the entire house. No one had a 
more muscular, thicker, fatter, mouth muscle than Tina. Of course,' Sue had 
a sweet mouth with big lusty thick lips, and that was a hard choice to make: 
whether to go for Tina's long licks on your cock, or to take the perfect 
sucking flesh of Sue's sweet lips. 

And if a woman wanted something in the way of a little ream out? Could Madam 
Tess supply her with results? You bet. She had two girls who fucked nothing 
but other women. When they weren't busy with customers-Tess had to admit 
there was less call for such girls-the two girls spent the day and night 
eating each other and reaming some of the other girls. 

So Tess ran a full house with all sorts of beautiful women. She had a good 
reputation, and plenty of call for more girls than she could supply. Her 
house on Charles Avenue was known to many, and it wasn't often that there 
wasn't somebody, somewhere in that big three story building getting head, or 
screwing a nice twat, or nailing down a good hunk of ass meat. And most of 
the time the house was so busy that it was hard for Tess to keep track of 
what was going on. 

But keep track she did. She knew every girl's name, first and last, and 
every man's needs, down to the last pubic hair. She could tell you what he 
had the time before, what he'd paid to get it. and sometimes she could even 
tell you when he'd be back again. "After all," said Tess, "someone's got to 
do it." And she kept all of this in her head. 

She would pace the house, her big tits flowing, on the bottom floor. She'd 
smoke cigarettes out of a long fancy black and gold tube. She always had on 
so much costume jewelery that it was hard to see her chest. But of course 
she had much more chest than anything else. 

"You know," she said one day to one of her girls, "I think you been cheating 
on me, honey. I just figured it out." The girl she talked to was Anne, a 
specialist in buttfucking. "You, Anne, have not been paying your share of 
cleaning bills." Now there were twenty two girls working for Madam Tess, and 
yet she knew that Anne hadn't been paying for her own cleaning. It took a 
remarkable talent to keep track of such matters, and Anne had to admit that 
Tess was right: she paid up a year's cleaning bills that very same day. 

But the most important thing about the house on Charles Avenue was the 
wonderful screwing that went on there, the joy that Tess's girls brought to 
the hearts and bodies of so many men. And that's what the rest of this 
little history is about. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Joe Dexter ran the town's seed shop. He could supply a man witn any kind of 
flower or grain or weed or fern, or whatever could be grown on the face of 
the earth. But he was married to a woman who had some problems. They didn't 
have any children, the Dexters didn't, but that wasn't the big problem for 
Joe and his wife. The real problem was that his Missus was just a little too 
small between the legs. 

Or maybe Joe himself was a little too big. 

No matter. He showed up one day at the house on Charles Avenue. "Good 
afternoon," he said to Madam Tess, "I come to get my tool taken care of." 

"Well, 111 be," said Madam Tess, putting her pudgey hands on her fat hips, 
"something 

special for you Joe?" 

He twirled his hat nervously in his fingers. "Yes, Mam," he said. "I got a 
big cock and my lady can't handle me no more, so I guess I want a girl who's 
got an appropriately large twat." He looked up blushing. 

"I'm glad you're not the shy type, Joe. I wouldn't want to have lost one of 
my girl's to a big penis. Hard to replace a woman who's been ruined that 
way. Lemme see here." She ran her finger down a current list of women in the 
house. "Oh, yes, Joe, I think I got just the thing for you. She's a lovely 
lady, and I want you take a look at her. See if you like her looks. No good 
giving you a dame with a big cunt if you don't get hard looking at her." 
Tess waddled into the plush livingroom and Joe Dexter followed after her. 

"Honey," said Tess to a girl who sat with her feet up on a chair and her 
cunt hairs clearly visible, "keep your feet off the furniture." Tess turned 
aside to Joe: "New girl, you understand. Got to keep 'em in line." Joe 
smiled and said, thinking only about the lovely twat he'd seen, "You think 
she'd be o.k.?" 

"No, Joe. That girl there's got a cunt so small a pencil couldn't get in. 
But I got something for you. Let me get her down here." Tess buzzed one of 
the upstairs rooms. Joe sat down 

to wait. 

A moment later a long-legged, big chested woman with a fine large mouth and 
big brown eyes came trotting down the stairs. "You called me, Mam?" asked 
the girl of Tess. Tess took her by the arm and led her over to where Joe 
sat. "Joe Dexter," she said. "I want you to meet Cindy." Tess leaned down so 
close to Joe that he could see into her dress. There were two fat old tits 
hanging in front of his face, but the nipples were nice and taut. Tess 
whispered in his ear: "She's got a big twat, and plenty of muscle in there 
to squeeze you up good. What do you think?" She stood up out of his way so 
that he could see Cindy. 

The whore smiled and shook her hip. Her necklaces and bracelets rattled a 
bit. She opened her mouth and rolled her tongue across her upper lip. "What 
do you think, Joe?" she asked in as seductive a voice as Joe Dexter had ever 
heard. "You want to sock it to me, honey? You told him, Tess," she added, 
"that I only like men with really big cocks, I hope." 

"I told him, honey. Why do you think I got you down here?" Tess smirked and 
looked back at Joe. "I'll let you have her for fifty, Joe. But it's got to 
be now." 

He stood up. He was staring at Cindy. 'Teah," he said, taking out his wallet 
in a 

daze. 

"Hey, honey," said Madam Tess to Joe, "after you do your bit up there. It's 
fifty a trick, and you may want more. From the looks of that bulge in your 
trousers, you may be spending quite a bit of money today, eh?" 

Cindy reached out and took Joe Dexter by the hand. She led him up the 
stairs. On the way she took his hand and had him give her buttocks a little 
rub. "Just like to get heated up a bit before I get to the room, you know." 
She had his hand in hers, and she pressed Joe's palm to her muscular, large 
ass cheek. The buttock rolled in his palm under her satin skirt as she 
trundled up the staircase. Every step she took rearranged her ass in his 
hand. "I like that, Joe," she said, "I like that a lot." 

On the second landing a man with a very happy smile was addressing himself 
to an open doorway. "Thanks," he was saying with a laugh, "I won't forget 
that. You did me right and I won't forget that." He waved and the door shut. 
He made his way past Joe and Cindy, down the stairs. Joe was quite sure that 
the man sold insurance in the town just North of his. 

On the next staircase, Cindy said to him: "Why not get a hand up under my 
skirt for this one." She took his finger and pushed his 

hand up between her legs. She wore no underwear and Joe's finger landed 
nicely up her hefty bunghole. He left it in there as Cindy dragged him up 
the stairs with her asshole squeezing on his digit. "I like you already, 
Joe," she said, stepping onto the third floor. Joe pulled out his finger. 

"This way," she said, running her hand down his arm and taking his hand. 
"We're almost there." 

There were several rooms on the third floor, and the one Cindy took Joe to 
was at the back of the house. It was a small neat little alcove like room 
with curtains on the one attic-style window. There was a small bed and 
dresser. "Do you live here, too?" he asked her as she shut the door. 

"Why yes, I do, honey." She crossed the room and unbuttoned her blouse on 
the way. She wore no bra and Joe could see her hefty titties bouncing from 
side to side as she moved to the far wall. "Come on over here, Joe, honey," 
she said. She stood in front of a sink. "I got to make sure your clean, 
honey. Just common practice, you know." 

Joe smiled and came over where she wanted him. He pulled down his zipper. 
She stopped him with her hand. "Hey, babe, I'll take care of that. It's my 
job." She took his hands away 

from his trousers. "Say, you got a nice big boner going there, eh?" She 
hadn't yet seen his jumbo cock, but the size of the lump in his trousers 
indicated a giant-sized meat. "Now I know why Madam Tess called me up for 
you, Joe. I specialize in big pricks." Her hands worked down into his 
crotch, under his pants, and she took a quick feel of the length and 
thickness of his hog. "Nice," she said, running her fingers up and down the 
skin of the shaft. "Very, very nice, Joe." 

Then Cindy pulled Joe's belt undone, and she slipped off his underwear. 
"Now," she said, "we're gonna give you a quick wash, honey, and we'll be on 
our way." She had him step up closer to the sink. "Let me have that long 
pecker of yours, Joe." He gave her his penis. She slid her hands along the 
base of the stem, and held his balls in the palm of one hand. Then she 
started the water running and placed him under the flow of warm liquid. 
"See," she said, "Tess had these sinks especially designed. Saves time and 
mess," she added. She rubbed his stiff meat with her hands, then with soap, 
and then patted him dry with a cloth. Finally, she took a can of powder and 
sprinkled the talc across his joint. "There you are," she said leaning down 
to his big, fat cock. She kissed the big topside of his 

mushroom head with a small smack noise. Her tongue wet the surface. "Nice, 
eh?" she asked. 

"Very," said Joe. "You give very good service." 

"We're only just beginning, honey." She slipped out of her blouse. Joe could 
see her big mammaries now, with no trouble at all. They were large smooth 
pendular affairs that hung out to the side. Big pointed nipples and fat 
brown caps led the way. 

"Wow!" said Joe Dexter who had only once seen the tits of a woman other than 
his wife. "You got a big set of boobs there, honey." 

"Yeah," she said. "In my line of work, it helps." She slipped out of her 
skirt. "Ain't you gonna undress, Mr. Dexter?" She took her gum out of her 
mouth. "Is it cold in here?" She tacked the gum up under the sink. 

"Oh, yes," he said, coming to his senses, "of course." He undid his shoes 
and took his pants off the rest of the way. His meat was flopping this way 
and that as he scuddled about the room trying to find the right place to 
sit. Finally, as though he hadn't thought about it, he ended up on the edge 
of his bed. There he took off his shoes and his shirt. "Now," he said, 
sitting back on the springy mattress and getting used to the idea of being 
with her, "I think I'm ready." 

"Yeah, honey," said Cindy, turning off the main overhead lamp, "I think you 
are, too." She slid in next to him. "We should have some fun with that 
heavy-duty hog of yours, Joe. Her hand slid down along the side of his body 
and ended up in his crotch. She was kissing the side of his face very 
lightly with her big thick lips as her hand went smoothly around and around 
his penis. She went up and down between his legs, skimming the surface of 
his flesh with her long, boney fingers, and then she reached down into the 
crotch itself and took hold of his sex-chilled nuts. 

"Oh!" exclaimed Joe. "Oh, fuck!" 

"Not yet, darling," said the whore, "but soon." She smiled and brought one 
long smooth leg up along his thigh. The inside of her thigh rubbed along the 
top of his. She worked her leg up and down along his lower body, and she 
used her foot to rub his shin. Joe spread his legs out even more so that she 
would have more room to work in. "I like a man who lets me get at him," she 
whispered in his ear. Then she kissed his ear lobe and his neck and said: 
"I'm going to like working with that big hog of yours, honey. It's going to 
be fun." 

It was then, while she kissed him on the ear and lightly on his neck, that 
she took his meat into her hand for the first time. She held the 

base with a light but firm grip, and she tugged up and down. She pulled the 
hairy sex root and bent it this way and that, treating it like a universal 
joint, making sure that it swivelled in every direction. "Nice," she said, 
remarking at the feel of the fat pecker in her hand, "it gives me a very 
nice feeling to have such a fat prick in my hand." 

"Oh, yes," he said. "You say that now, but what about when I try to get it 
into your twat. I bet you won't be so kind to me then. I mean once I get 
this pecker meat flying in you, I bet then you won't be thinking that I have 
such a nice hot meat." 

"Oh, honey," she said, "I'm a pro: I can take care of any kind of hot hog 
you got." 

He looked down her long smooth body. Her big titties, her smooth belly, her 
lovely long legs and her big pelvis-all of that looked like it would be able 
to handle a man as large as himself. But still, after so much trouble 
between himself and his wife, he wondered if for sure Cindy would be able to 
take care of his large cock. "I have had trouble," he told her, "and I just 
want to be sure that I get what I pay for. You know what I mean?" 

"Sure," said Cindy. "I understand." She smiled and cooed. But more 
importantly, she went back to work on Joe's hot peckert She 

stroked the length of the rod, and then used the palm of her hand to rub the 
sensitive red mushroom cap. "I bet," she whispered while she tugged on the 
ridge of meat on the head, "that you and I get a regular thing going, Joe. I 
mean, with a penis like that you must have big lusty desires all the time." 
She pulled his glad-handle with a quick, jerking motion. "Eh? Am I right?" 

Joe couldn't help but admit that he often thought of himself as a he-man of 
some sort, and that the whore was quite right in saying that he had desires 
that most men would consider virulent and strong, and that most women would 
probably not be able to satisfy. He smiled and pulled the whore up on top of 
his body. "Kiss me," he said, "kiss me hard." She pressed her lips down into 
his mouth and shoved her tongue in too. Joe could feel the whore's meaty 
mouth muscle go here and there inside his face. She worked his lips with her 
lips, and then she pulled out and began nibbling on his mouth. She bit him 
lightly, not so that it hurt, but so that he could feel it, on the side of 
his neck. She sucked a hickey into his shoulder. 

And all the time that Cindy worked on Joe's face and shoulders and neck with 
her mouth, she also was busily using her hot wet 

cunt and her long smooth legs. She pulled the top of her thigh up between 
Joe's thighs and her knee brushed against his nut nest. She reached down 
with one hand and caressed his belly and loins. Then she slid down the 
length of his body and landed with her face on his stomach. Somehow, Joe 
ended up with Cindy's pretty face between his hands. He held onto her while 
she slid her mouth up and down his prick. To his surprise and delight the 
whore was able to swallow his joint nearly to the base. This was a task that 
his wife not only did not like doing, but she found it physically 
impossible. 

"You know what?" said Joe, watching the whore work his prick into a furious 
lather of saliva and hot lust; 

"What, Joe?" she asked in a whisper that sent hot breath across his wet 
penis. 

"I think you were right, at least so far, that you and I are going to spend 
a lot of time together." He was blushing and beginning to sweat. 

"Yeah," she said, winking at him. Then she buried his cock back inside her 
face. She hummed as she worked on the meat, and every now and then, rather 
than slide her mouth up and down the pecker, she used just her tongue to 
lick it. Finally, she asked him which he 

preferred, her lips or her tongue, and he said that he liked her licking on 
the rim of his prick the best. From then on she concentrated on licking the 
edge of his mushroom crown, just the way he liked it. She was an especially 
good whore in that regard, in that she could find out what a man liked and 
then give him all sorts of treatment-rubbing, or sucking, or licking or 
whatever it was-in that direction. 

"Do you think you're hot enough now, Joe?" she asked softly. "Would you like 
to put that meaty prick of yours in my cunt?" 

"I want to see your pussy, first," he said. "I want to make sure that you're 
not going to yell your head off when I jam it in there, you know. Just to be 
sure, eh?" He was worried that the same thing would happen with Cindy as 
happened with his wife. Every time that he gave her his whole cock, 
something that he enjoyed doing, she screamed and ranted and squirmed away 
from him because it hurt her so much. And it made Joe Dexter self-conscious, 
so much so, in fact, that he began to wonder if it was abnormal that he had 
such a big penis. Anyhow, now he wanted to take a look in Cindy's sweet pie, 
just to make sure that there was going to be enough room. 

She was happy to give him a good look at her twat. "Over here," she said, 
sitting up on the 

bed, "you have more light." She sat with her legs open so that he could get 
down and look in. "Part of it's the shape inside that makes it so nice to 
fuck me," she said in a sweet voice. "Come on and look close." 

Joe leaned down between the hooker's legs. He could see that she had her hot 
pussy open and leaking. She used her fingers to hold the lips surrounding 
her vagina. That way her tube was open. Joe could see the red flesh inside, 
the slippery walls, and then, toward the back, the dark canal that, in his 
wife's case, was never long enough. "Can I put my finger in?" he asked. 
"I'll have a better way of telling if I do that." 

"Honey," she said, "it's your hour." She let her lips flap shut. 

Joe applied his finger to Cindy's cunt hole. He wormed the digit down and 
into the length of the tube. Cindy leaned back against the wall behind her 
and let Joe get his finger as far up her twat as he could. "It's nice in 
there, isn't it?" she said, watching his face light up and blush as his 
finger travelled up into her pussy. "Slippery and smooth," Cindy added. 
"Just the place for your meat, Joe. You don't have to worry. If I scream 
because your cock is too big-and not because I enjoy ,it so much- I'll make 
sure Tess doesn't charge you for the 

fuck. How's that sound?" 

"I couldn't ask for more," said Joe. He yanked his finger out of the 
whore's, twat. "I'll go with that. It's a deal." He was happy to get things 
under way because his balls were beginning to ache with desire. He'd been 
hard since he walked into the whore house, and it had been months since he 
had had a good fuck anyhow. "I'm ready," he said. 

She laid back down on the bed. This time she was arranged on the bottom. Joe 
climbed up along her big body. Her mammaries impressed him as being among 
the largest and the smoothest that he had ever seen. Her pussy, he was sure, 
would be able to handle his massive sex organ. From now on he could lay down 
and enjoy himself. "I'm gonna have myself some fuck out of you, baby," he 
claimed. "Some real nice fuck!" He leaned his face between her big titties 
and rubbed his cheek here and there to get a nice feel of how it was to have 
a woman with such large knockers. "Oh, you know what," he said, "I think I'm 
going to get a little suck on your nipples, just to be sure you get your 
kicks, too." 

"Don't do anything on my account," Cijidy said. "It wouldn't be right." But 
she pushed her chest up in the air and her big fat mammaries bounced out for 
Joe to work on. He 

tongued the left one. "Uuuuhhh," groaned the whore. 

"I tffought you girls never really got off on this fuck stuff, that you just 
treated it like work. No moaning and groaning and no enjoying it and all." 

"Oh, honey," said Cindy, "that stuff is passe. We here on Charles Avenue 
enjoy every minute of every fuck, suck, lick, what have you. It's the best 
life I could possibly have." She pushed her chest in the other direction. 
"What do you say you get the other titty, too?" The nipple there was clearly 
in need of stimulation. Joe applied his tongue, gave the nipple a good long 
lick and then lay back down between the two tits. One nipple stared him in 
the face. "You having fun?" asked Cindy. She could feel his prick rubbing 
lightly along the inside of her legs, even though he didn't appear to be 
doing anything other than laying on top of her. 

"Oh, yeah, Cindy. You are a very good prostitute to treat me so nice." 

"You ask so little," she said. "When you gonna plunk it in, honey?" 

"Are you ready?" he asked. 

"Sure. Why not?" Actually, she was looking over his shoulder at the clock 
on* the back wall. It told her that she had only a limited 

amount of time left with Joe Dexter, and that otherwise he would have to pay 
more money. But she honestly wanted to win him as a regular customer, so she 
didn't want him to have to pay more money this time. She wanted him happy 
and content when he left the house. 

Joe prepared himself to mount her. He got up and took his tool irt his hand. 
"There you go again," said Cindy, "doing things that I get paid for." She 
reached into his crotch and handled his pecker with smooth, long fingers. 
Her left leg stretched out and up, and her pussy opened wide. There was 
juice on her fingers, and on her bushy outside pubic hairs, too, and it was 
not difficult at all for Joe's massive, slippery, well-sucked meat to slide 
down between her trim vaginal lips. "There," she said, pulling her hand out 
from under him and sliding her leg back into its normal position, "you're on 
your way." 

"Yeah," moaned Joe. "Am I ever." He could feel her soft pussy flesh. It was 
rubbing slowly and smoothly along the head of his highly sensitive mushroom 
cock head. She had a big, full feel to her cunt, and Joe suddenly realized 
that there was going to be no back wall obstacle to stop him from 
penetrating her all the way. He had come to the right place, and Madam Tess 
had supplied him with exactly the right 

whore. Her pussy was the right size, shape and length, and his meat would 
not be the cause of pain during the next ten minutes. Rather, Cindy was 
going to be giving him the kind of pleasure that he could most enjoy. "Hot 
fucking damn!" he cried, as his penis slid all the way down her thick tube. 
"This is what I've been looking for for years. You got what it takes, 
honey!" He trusted her now. She was giving him the kind of fuck he wanted. 

"You like that, eh?" she said, propping her legs up so as to make even more 
room inside her well. "I mean you really are getting in there, eh?" 

"Can't you feel that?" he asked. "You know I'm in there, don't you." 

"Oh, yes, I know you're there," she said. "It's just that sometimes I cant 
always feel what's going on in there." She spread her legs more and slid her 
foot up along the back of Joe's calf and thigh. "Nice, eh?" 

Joe rocked his meat down the length of her big juicy tube. "Yeah, is it 
ever." 

She pushed him up, went for the base of his penis with the lips of her 
vagina. And she got hold of him that way, too. "How you like that, honey? 
Your wife ever take your cock with her pussy lips and give you a good long 
kiss with her twat? Eh?" She gripped him hard and 

long with muscles that Joe had never known existed. She slid her meaty cunt 
up and down his jumbo cock, and she made sure that the lubrication and the 
thrill continued around his penis for as long as necessary. She was so well 
trained at fucking that it was nearly second nature for her to pull, tug, 
twist, and slide on his monster pecker. 

"Oh, God," moaned Joe. "I don't believe how good this is. I just can't get 
over it, Cindy. You give the kind of . . . ahhhh . . . uuuhhh," he moaned, 
unable to finish his sentence. 

Cindy had taken hold of his sex organ with her pussy and she'd begun to jerk 
him around so that he would get hotter. "Come on," she said, "pump my cunt 
harder. I want that prick to wail inside me. Come on, Joe, don't cop out on 
me, honey. I need that big muscle of yours as much as you need my big juicy 
hole." She ground into his groin so that her twat mouth could get all of his 
hog in. 

"Yiowzer," hollered Joe Dexter, "that's it!" He let loose of a series of 
rippling, pulsing, nearly spastic muscle contractions which began in his 
hips and ended in the tip of his hot poker. The jism poured out, and the 
lovely hooker's cunt sucked it up like orange juice. When he was all done, 
Joe rolled off of Cindy and stared up at the ceiling. He was exhausted, 

ready to sleep. 

"Was that nice?" she asked him, looking down at his shrinking pecker. "Did 
you enjoy that one, Joe?" 

"Honey," he said, "I never enjoyed such a fuck so much in my life." 

"Good," she said. "I'm glad to hear that. I'll tell Tess we're done." She 
started up off the bed. 

"Done?" exclaimed Joe. "Hell if we are, Cindy. I'm only just getting 
started. 

"But I thought . . . ?" 

"No way, honey. You're the first woman I ever met with a pussy big enough to 
keep me hot and lusty and statisfied, and you think I'm going to let go of 
you after twenty minutes? No fucking way!" He grabbed her by the arm. Her 
skin was smooth and soft. He moved gently with her, because he appreciated 
what a nice fuck and what a pleasant whore she was. "We'll just do it a few 
more times, eh?" he asked. 

"Sure," gulped Cindy, trying to be professional. "Of course." 

Two hours later Joe Dexter left the house on Charles Avenue with a big happy 
grin on his face. He'd paid Madam Tess, and he'd told her that he would be 
back for more love making with Cindy very soon. 

When Cindy came downstairs, walking with a bit of a limp, the Madam knew 
why: "He really was a horny one, hey Cindy?" 

"He sure was," said the whore with the big twat, "and he did have a big 
cock, too." 

"I guessed as much," said Madam Tess as she put away Joe's money. "You got 
to watch out for those seed men. They grow everything big." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

In the early days Madam Tess catered to the needs, with her house on Charles 
Avenue, of your average, ordinary work-a-day family man. She had whores who 
would suck, girls who would eat, and she had some who just plain fucked all 
day. But then, as the cities grew bigger, and as the men grew a bit 
stranger, Tess had to bring in what she called her "trick artist" girls. One 
such woman was Andrea Carson, and it was to Andrea that Madam Tess directed 
young Carl Evans.... 

"You see, Mam," said Carl as Tess closed the door to her private sitting 
room, "I want something special. It's my first time in a whore house, and, 
well, I want . . ." 

"Whore house nothing!" said Tess with a frown on her face. "Come here young 
man." 

Carl stood up and crossed the small room. "Mam?" 

She reached down to his pants. She felt his meat. "You ain't never done it 
with no woman, have you Carl?" 

"Why ah, I, a . . ." stuttered Carl. 

"That's what I figured," said Tess, letting loose of Carl's joint. "So what 
you'll be needing is my special girl, Andrea. She works all the time with 
virgins, and other types of fellows, and she's just the one for you, Carl. 
It'll be one-hundred dollars, seeing as it's going to require special 
attention and all. In advance, if you don't mind. 

It was all the money that Carl had. He'd saved it from odd jobs, from prizes 
he won in school, from just about everything. "O.k., Miss Tess," he said, 
"but this better be good." He handed over the money. 

Tess counted it, just to be sure, and when she was quite sure it was all 
there, she smiled and said: "Carl, you won't regret a minute of the time you 
spend with sweet Andrea. She's got the prettiest titties, the smoothest 
cunt, and the nicest long hair you ever did see. She'll spread her legs for 
you so you won't have to lift a finger, if you don't want to. It's going to 
be so nice," she said putting her arm around his young shoulder, escorting 
him from the 

room, "that you're going to go out and get a job just to be able to come 
back to the house here. Are you ready?' 

"Yes, Mam," said Carl with a blush. He was young and innocent, but he knew 
that soon he'd be getting what he wanted. 

Madam Tess reached across in front of him and pressed the buzzer for 
Andrea's room. Madam and customer waited patiently at the foot of the 
stairs. No one showed. 

?What the hell?" asked Tess under her breath. "Just one minute, young Carl. 
Let me go up there and see what's keeping her. Probably putting on some 
perfume just for you." She smiled and showed him her backside as she wobbled 
up the staircase in search of Andrea. 

Carl fiddled with his hat while he waited. 

Upstairs, Madam Tess found Andrea stretched out in her bed. She was jerking 
herself off. She had her finger stuffed up her cunt, and she was massaging 
her legs with her other hand. "What the hell?!" she asked when the door had 
swung open. "Can't a girl get a little privacy around here?" 

"What you doing young lady?" screeched the Madam. "You got a customer down 
there." 

"Listen," said Andrea, her finger still scratching away inside her own 
pussy, "I spent all day and all night working with the 

oddball jerks you been bringing me. Not one of 'em sticks it up my cunt long 
enough to give me a good solid orgasm. And now you get on my ass for wanting 
to jerk myself off. Well, it just ain't fair. I'm going to get a little 
satisfaction here this afternoon, and then, and not before, I'll come down 
there and treat whoever he is to his particular wishes. But not until. , . 
." 

Tess felt sorry for her girl, but Andrea had to learn that part of the 
business was cooperation and a bit of suffering. If Andrea were allowed to 
get away with such sass, then the rest of the girls would soon be revolting 
for money, or clothes, or whatever. It had to stop. She slammed her open 
palm across Andrea's lily white cheek. "Get up!" Andrea looked shocked. "Get 
up!" shouted Madam Tess. "I'm sorry I had to do that honey, but you don't 
know the half of it. Pull up your panties and get your finger out of your 
cunt. Get your eyes dry and make like a professional. You got work to do 
now, and when you get done, then you can go and jerk your own clitoris. You 
hear me? Get up!" 

Andrea stood and arranged herself. She wore a frilled blouse and a silk 
skirt. "I don't wear no panties," she pouted. "Where's the trick?" She was 
angry, but she was also ready now. 

"I'll bring him up," said Tess. "You be nice, you hear? And you'll get 
yourself a little extra money." She left without closing the door. 

A few minutes later Carl and Tess arrived upstairs in Andrea's chamber. Tess 
explained and made introductions. Andrea put on her best behavior until Tess 
left the room and closed the door behind her. 

"O.K., honey," she said to Carl, "pull down those pants and come on over 
here to the bowl. I had a long hard day and I don't spend all that much of 
it with virgins." 

Carl didn't knowwhat to say. He was the shy type, but he did want to get 
laid. He'd paid his money, he deserved a little dip in the honey pot. But he 
was wondering now how much honey there was gonna be between Andrea's legs. 
"You know," he said, "Madam Tess told me you were really good, that you'd 
take care of me." 

"How can I take care of you, honey, if you won't let me wash your cock off 
first?" She stood with her hands on her hips and shook her head. VYou hear 
me, boy?" 

He shyed away from her. "You first," he said quietly. "I want to see what 
I'm getting myself in for." He stood back a little and waited. 

"Oh, my God," she said, "the shit I put up 

with. All right, here." She pulled her blouse over her head and unzipped her 
skirt. When she looked up, her body unfettered by any kind of clothing, she 
found young Carl staring at her with goo goo eyes. His eyeballs were 
practically popping out of his head. He had never seen such pretty tits-he'd 
never seen any, in fact, except in girly magazines, and even there the 
nipples were not so large as Andrea's- he'd never seen a cunt in real life, 
either. He gazed on Andrea's lovely nude body and couldn't believe his eyes. 

"Oh," she said, "now I get the picture. You really are a virgin, eh?" 

"What?" Carl was dumbfounded, oblivious, unable to concentrate except on the 
lovely shapes and curves in front of him. 

"Come on over here," said Andrea who was softening. "I'll make it nice for 
you." 

Like a somnambulist, Carl approached the naked whore. His eyes were glued to 
the pen-dular creamy titties, the big brown caps, the stiff bud-like 
nipples. "Uuuuhhh," he moaned on his way. He had no idea what he was doing. 

Andrea slid to her knees. She undid his belt and pulled his pants down 
around his ankles. "No wonder she sent you to me," she muttered under her 
breath. "Can't even take off 

your own pants." She lifted his feet out of his underwear and trousers. He 
was nude from the waist down. His cock stuck out like a stick, pointed and 
erect and red. A big blue vein, bulbous and tubular at the same time, pulsed 
on the topside of his shaft before it disappeared into the spongy, mushroom 
head. She inspected the underside of his meat by lifting it, and she 
discovered a ridge of cartilage. She licked the tube of muscle from the 
bottom up, starting at the root, finishing at the head which she slid 
between her big wet lips and sucked. "Uuuhh," groaned Carl, "I love it." 

She stood up and smiled. "Now, I'm gonna wash you. Take off your shirt." 

He slid, out of his shirt like a man getting out of a house on fire. "Now 
what?" he asked, all of him ready to cooperate. "Where to? Bed, eh?" 

"Not yet, young man," she scolded him. "It's time for the wash. Then bed." 

He stuck out his erect slimy prick. "Take it. It's all yours. Do what ever 
you like with it." Andrea smiled. "Thank you." She took the meat and 
splashed luke warm water on it. Then she scrubbed with a soft wash cloth on 
the shaft, around the base of the prick, then the head. She rinsed him with 
her long, experienced and agile hands which cupped the water 

and dumped it over his penis. Finally, she used a bit of perfume, then 
patted him dry, and stepped away from the sink. 

"Where you going?" asked Carl, his head twisting around on his shoulders in 
order to follow the lovely nude prostitute with his eyes. "What are you 
doing?" He turned around and watched her. 

"I'm laying down, honey," she said. "You want to lay down with me?" She 
stretched langorously onto the bed. Her sliding legs split open. Her cunt 
stared back at Carl. It was a hefty slit of meaty flesh surrounded on two 
sides by fleshy lips. Covering it was a bush of lovely dark hair. The 
camouflage, to Carl's way of thinking, was as pretty as the hunk of twat 
itself. He couldn't believe its fine shape and size. "It's better than real 
life," he said, moaning as he stumbled forward closer to the bed. He stared 
up the tube frame of Andrea's smooth legs. "Look at that thing," he said. 
"My cock goes in there, doesn't it?" 

"That's right, honey," she said. "If you hurry, that is." 

Carl jumped up onto the springy bed. "I want to suck you a little, and then 
I'll do the fucking." 

"Anyway you like it, sweetheart," she said. She dreaded the moment when a 
young man 

went from virgin to non-virgin. It meant for her a night of frustration. She 
would have to lay there and squirm unsatisfied. Invariably the virgins gave 
her no real pleasure. Perhaps, she thought to herself, she would find 
herself another occupation. "Come on," she said out-loud to Carl, "let's get 
it on, babe. I haven't got all day." 

He leaned down to her full chest. The big tits, though laying out sideways, 
were easily the biggest Carl had ever seen. The nipples were erect and easy 
to locate with his tongue even though he was working with his eyes closed. 
"Mmmm," he hummed on her chest, "these little nipples are tasty." He put one 
nipple between his lips and rubbed it back and forth several times. "I like 
these things a lot." he said. He went to the other titty and rubbed it up 
good, too. Then he used his hands to support the big pear shaped mammaries. 
He squeezed and pressed the whore's fat breasts in every direction 
conceivable. 

"You know what?" she asked him softly. "You know what I'm thinking?" 

"No," he said, rubbing the soft titty tissue, "how could I possibly?" 

"I'm thinking that you're having such a jjood time with my titties that 
you've forgotten about my cunt hole." 

"How could I have forgotten about that?" he said with a big lecherous smile. 
His hand slid down her belly. So one palm worked on Andrea's creamy chest, 
and the other slid down between her legs. To get the position he wanted, 
Carl had to get off of Andrea. He rolled to the side, and now, with one hand 
pressing against her titty, and the other between her legs, he was able to 
give her the kind of stimulation and feel in her pussy, that, even for a 
whore, she found sensuous. 

"Oh," she sighed, "maybe this won't be so bad after all." She raised her 
knees and opened her legs up for him. "Go on, honey. Use that finger any way 
you like to." She began to bounce her butt in the soft mattress while Carl, 
virgin that he was, fingerfucked her with a vigorous stroking action. 
"Uuuuhh," he grunted, "I like this cunt of yours, Andrea. It's really gonna 
be nice to fuck in." 

"Yeah," she sighed back. "Me, too, honey. Me too." 

Carl rubbed his finger in and out of the whore's pussy. "What's this?" he 
asked when he came on a piece of rubber meat like tissue hanging from the 
ceiling of her twat hole. "It feels like some sort of flap." 

"What are you talking about, honey. You must-oh, my God!" She wailed. 
"That's it, 

babe, you got my clit!" 

"Your what? Your clit?" 

"Oh, babe, just pull on it the way you were doing there. Just give it a nice 
tug and everything will be fine." 

The virgin Carl had no idea what kind of a delightful little piece of muscle 
he'd stumbled on. But now that he had it, and he could see that by rubbing 
the little piece of "clit" that he could make the whore easy to get along 
with, he kept giving it all the attention he could. "You want me to suck on 
it?" he asked her. 

"Oh, you don't have to go that far," she said with a fresh blush and lots of 
pearly white teeth showing. "But if you want to, well, I wouldn't stop you 
from sort of rubbing it with your tongue and maybe nibbling a bit in there. 
Only if you want to, though," She slid her hands under her buttocks and 
pressed her pelvis up into his hand. "Like this, just in case you decide you 
want to eat in there, you can get into it better." 

Carl went down on the cunt's hole. He licked everything in sight, including 
the hair pie bush, the soft slippery lips surrounding the vagina, and 
finally, to Andrea's sweet delight, the clitoris muscle. That he took 
special care to get a good solid grip on. He smothered it 

with tongue, nibbled it with his lips, sucked it down with all the muscle 
power his mouth could afford. 

"Oh, honey," moaned Andrea, "you sure are a good lover. You know that? You 
are making one old whore very, very happy." She used her own hands to rub 
her nipples and press her titties. She squeezed herself, opened her legs 
wider so that Carl could make his way faster and hotter inside her cunt, and 
she began to groan: "Ooooh, shit, what a nice long tongue! Babe, you got 
what it takes. How come you're a virgin? You ought to be a fucking pimp! You 
ought to hire your own girls and give them the header jobs yourself. Wow, 
honey, this is the best!" Her smooth white legs rode up over his shoulders, 
and her pussy was that much more available for his long sliding tongue. He 
supplied her with as much of this sensuous simulated fucking as he could. 

Soon Carl grew tired of eating the whore's hole. "You know," he said during 
a much deserved breather, "I think that this ought to be the other way 
around." 

"Why sure," she said. "For you, Carl, anything." She sat up and told him how 
to get into positon number sixty-nine. "Now," she said, when he had his face 
between her legs and his hog in her face, "this is the way we 

give each other a nice long eating. You understand?" 

"I know my part of it," he said. "You gonna lick me or what?" 

"Everything, honey. Everything." With that, Andrea, the "special trick" 
whore, began licking and sucking the virgin's meat. Soon Carl's hot pecker 
was so hard, so stiff, and so obviously hot, that Andrea was sure he was 
going to come off in her face. She rubbed the sides of the pulsing prick 
with the palms of her hands, and she licked the head with her soft wet 
tongue. "Mmmm," she grunted every now and then, "this is the hottest fucking 
meat I have ever had the privilege to discover on a young virgin boy. Carl, 
you have a thing here to be proud of." She rubbed his nut nest and then 
pulled his loihs down further into her face so that she could get at his 
asshole. "Now, honey," she warned him, "I'm going to give your butt a little 
tongue twister, just to be sure you know what the world is all about, eh?" 
She drilled his asshole with her experienced mouth organ. 

Carl went wild in the prostitute's pussy. "Ooooh, ahhh, uuuuhh," he gurgled 
in her flowing, gushing twat. "My God, what a great feel!" 

"Of course, darling," said Andrea. "What 

did you expect, amateur hour?" She drilled his bunghole once more, licked 
the sloppy ass crease, and then, after pulling out a dingle-berry or two, 
she kissed his buttocks and said: "Honey, it's time for the bango-wango." 

"The uuuhhh?" he groaned. . 

"FUcky-wucky," she said in a sweet little voice. "Bingo-bango, baby. You 
know, hot to twat, screwy wooey, what you came here for, silly. In my cunt!" 

"Oh, yes, of course," grunted Carl, his eyes all lech and no funny business. 
"Of course." He slid out from between Andrea's smooth as glass legs and 
popped up onto the shooting range. "I'm ready, Andrea. Give it to me." 

She reached down between his legs and grabbed his hot by the root end. She 
pulled on it, just to see that he was tough enough, stiff enough to meet her 
requirements-for now she'd discovered that the fuck was as much for her 
benefit, or could be, as for the young virgin's-and she discovered that his 
penis was just the right length, and just the right heat. "O.k., baby," she 
said stroking him one last time, "I'm gonna submerge this torpedo muscle of 
yours, and we'll be on our way!" 

Carl shook with excitement. He loved the feel of this hot whores hands on 
his dick. He loved having some sort of caressing going on 

in his crotch. She had a good hold of his meaty prong, and she guided him 
straight to the fat pussy lips themselves. There she rubbed the head of his 
meat, she squashed his dick flat, back and forth, against the slick and 
slippery surface of her fleshy entrance. He could only wail: "Fuck, that's a 
nice slippery feel, honey. I like that fucking pussy entrance!" 

"You just wait, junior," she said, flopping her knees open. "You got plenty 
more fucking coming from this bitch before I'm done with you." She pushed 
his meat into her box and let go. "There, baby, you're on your own: solo 
time." 

Carl's rod dipped down, swooped into the flesh pot. "Ooooh," he groaned, as 
for the first time in his life his hot joint rolled in the flesh between a 
woman's legs. "I can't believe it." He wondered to himself how he had 
managed to live for eighteen years without getting his dick wet inside a 
nice long twat. He now understood what men meant when they asked him how his 
love life was: it had been shitty up until this day. He knew now why men 
married and shared their lives with women, why wars were fought to honor a 
woman's good name, why there was greed and hate and cowardice in order to 
secure the favors of a woman. The feel of this one smooth pussy gave him 

the insight into the world that he was much in need of. He began to screw. 

"Oh, honey," she whispered in his ear, "you do it just right to me, babe. I 
really mean it. Just fucking right." 

His long rod slid back and forth in her frothy tube. There was no way to 
stop him now. He was sliding the pole of pleasure in and out of a perfect 
holster. "Ahhh," he groaned, grinding his meaty fuck stick into her whore's 
sweet hole. "That's what I call a good piece for me." 

"And for me, too," she said, rocking her hips up so as to declare more of 
his penis. "For me, too, Carl. Just the long hot poker that I love." 

He pumped his hot cock faster and deeper in the gushing whore hole. "Oh, 
God," he cried, "I think this is it." Andrea's smooth muscles clamped down 
on his hard dick. She rocked him with a ripple affect, with a constant 
milking action that his sensitive head and galvanized shaft could not 
resist: from the root of his meat, from inside his balls, he felt the orgasm 
begin; it surged up through his prick channel and jism squirted out in 
regular cadence. Spurt, spurt, spurt went the come as it poured from his 
meaty stiff joint. It all went sliding down the whore's sweet tube and 
filled her so full of come that her flesh cup over- 

flowed. He'd flooded that hot canyon with jism. 

"Oh, God damn," he moaned when it was all over and he'd yanked his big cock 
from her pussy, "that was really something. Oh, yeah, that was what I call 
nice." Of course, before he'd pulled his rod out of Andrea's lovely hot box, 
he'd made sure to sort of lay there and flop around in the spacious canyon. 
And now, relaxing on her bed with her, he asked: "Was it good for you, 
Andrea?" 

"Yes, honey," she groaned, "it was the first time in months that I've had a 
good fuck. I really mean it. Look at my titties if you don't believe me." 
She pushed an erect nipple up in his face. "See that? I don't get hot and 
bothered like that very often." 

"Wow," said Carl. "That's swell." He smiled and started dressing. "Thanks a 
lot," he said, midway. 

"You have to leave so soon?" asked the whore. "I mean, you did pay for a 
full hour, didn't you?" 

"Well, I guess I did," said Carl. "I sure guess I did." 

"Can you get another big erection for me?" asked Andrea. "No small kid's 
stuff for my twat, honey." She shook her head. "I don't want you sticking 
some limp fish in my pussy. 

Understand T 

"Oh, yeah, sure," he said. "I know I can get a good stiff one on for you, 
honey. But hey, I paid for the time, so I can give you whatever I damn well 
please, eh?" 

"Yeah, sure," said Andrea. "I just thought maybe you'd like to keep this 
whore happy." She stretched her smooth lily white legs open and itched her 
hot juicing cunt. Carl couldn't keep his eyes off of her hot slit. "Well, 
anyhow," he finally said, "I'm pretty sure I got what it takes." He whipped 
his joint out of his half buckled trousers and climbed back on top of the 
lounging prostitute. 

"Yeah, honey," said the whore, suffering no pain, "I'm pretty sure you do." 
She used her cunt and sucked his stiff penis up inside her long narrow 
slippery flesh tube, "Yup," she said, opening her legs and tossing her feet 
up on the young man's back, "you got all the hot prick I need." 

When it was all over and they were downstairs, Carl thanked Madam Tess for 
making the proper selection for him. "It was worth every penny of it, Miss 
Tess," he said. 

"Now that you know me better," said fat Tess, wrapping her arm around the 
boy'* shoulder as she escorted him to the door of the house on Charles 
Avenue, "why don't you call 

me Madam Tess?" She smiled and Carl looked into her glassy eyes and across 
her face decorated with make-up extrordinaire. "O.k.," he said, "Madam Tess. 
Sure. Thanks again." 

She smiled and shut the door after him. It was Andrea who said to Tess a 
moment later: "That kid had one of the best joints I ever got, Tess. Made me 
horny, and then satisfied me. Didn't mind that at all." She bowed her head. 
"Sorry if I gave you a hard time before." She turned and started toward the 
stairs, to go to her room where she would wait for the next "special trick" 
customer. Tess reached out and pinched her on the ass, gave her just a small 
goose with the hand that didn't hold the cigarette filter, and said: "Always 
glad to make my girls happy, honey." She winked at Andrea who could only 
blush and flee up the staircase. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Tess stood at the window box where she could flick ashes from her chain 
smoked cigarettes and keep a keen eye on the street at the same time, and 
she saw what she could only describe, in her limited vocabulary, to be two 
"hippies" coming up the stairs to her house on Charles Avenue. "O.k., 
everybody," she hollered into the waiting room, "tie down the battels, 
secure the ash trays, and make sure nothing that's loose is worth anything. 
We got fucking hippies coming this way." She put her cigarette out in the 
window box and mumbled to herself: "Poor white trash. Ought to lock 'em all 
up." 

But when the doorbell rang she was as sweet as could be: "Would you two 
gentlemen be looking for someone or somebody?" 

"We understand," said one of the bearded men, "that you run a pretty good 
parlour here. You Tess?" 

She looked this way and that. "What if J were?" 

"Well," said the other man with long hair and ragged clothes, "we'd like to 
get a. little piece of the action. If it's worth having, that is." 

This casual reference to the quality of Madam Tess's girls was all the 
challenge she needed. "Come on in and see for yourself, boys. I run a fine 
house, the finest in the state." The two young men winked at each other and 
entered the house. "Looks really nice," said the bearded one whose name was 
Sam, "What do you think, Jack?" 

"I don't know," said Jack, the smaller of the two men. "I ain't seen no 
girls yet." 

"Well, well, well," said Tess, "I ain't seen no money yet, neither. You boys 
just passing through, or what?" 

Sam pulled out a thick wad of twenty dollar bills: "We plan on doing a lot 
of sucking and fucking before we pass through, Tess. If you know what I 
mean." 

Madam Tess was always impressed by money. She knew about its power to change 
minds and bodies. "How'd a couple of swing- 

ers like you two get so much cash?" 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Jack. "The usual bullshit. Let's get the hell out 
of here." He started to leave, to turn and exit the same way he came in. 
"Whoa," said Sam, who caught him by the arm, "hang on a second, Jack. Madam 
Tess didn't mean no harm, did ya, Tes-sy." He slid two of the twenty dollar 
bills down into her fat cleavage. "There you go, Tess. Now how'd you get so 
many women, eh?" 

Tess smiled/Her red rubbery lips parted and she licked the wet grease there. 
"Well," she sighed, patting the place were the forty dollars rested easy, 
"what would you two be interested in, before you pass through?" She reached 
between them and shut the door. 

Sam leaned forward and caught her by the side of the head. He whispered in 
her ear. Brazen Tess blushed: "I'll be damned, you are particular! And what 
about glum face here?" Same whispered again. "My, my," said Tess. "Shush 
your mouth boy before you spend more than you got." But she reached quickly 
to the buzzer board and pushed buttons numbered twelve, fifteen, sixteen, 
and, with a quick afterthought, two. 

The men and Tess waited in the lounge. Then a parade of lovely girls began 
down the 

stairs. They walked through the livingroom furnished with overstuffed chairs 
and Victorian'couches, and showed off their wares. One of the girls was a 
tall, stacked blonde. She wore only a slip and heels. She had legs up to her 
neck, and big, beautiful titties. "I like her," said Jack pointing with a 
finger from each hand. "I like those tits." The nipples were erect under the 
silk slip, and they stuck out, tantalizing Jack's into the wildest sort of 
reverie. "Oh, yes," he drooled, "I do like that." 

"Her name, in case you're interested," said Tess, "is Nancy. Have a seat, 
darling. Let's see if our young men see anything else they like." 

The next harlot was a Japanese girl. She had long rounded limbs and big 
plump breasts. Her face was large and made-up in geisha style. She had 
almond shaped eyes and a slow, lumbering demeanor. She looked like the kind 
of woman who Sam could easily sink a big hot meat into. "You know," he said 
in fact, "I kind of like the looks of her." She wore only a kimono. "You 
mind if I look see?" 

"Of course not," said Tess. "That's what we're here for." 

Sam stood up and pulled open the kimono. Big round breasts stared him in the 
eye. A full 

black bush of hair covered a long narrow slit. Smooth thighs shined and 
framed the aroma producing pussy. "My God," he said, "I think I'm going back 
to Japan." 

"Mmm," hummed the whore, "you like?" 

"Yes, I like," said Sam. He sat down with a slightly protuberant cock in his 
trousers. "Let's see the others." 

Tess snapped her fingers. Another lovely woman came out. She was black and 
long-legged. Her tits were like big ICBM bullets. She had no top on, only a 
pair of black short-shorts. Her breasts were swinging this way and that way, 
sliding against her chest, rolling before the young men's eyes. "Will you 
get a load of that?" said Jack. "Incredible. This one, I'm going to inspect. 
You stay there, Sam." He stood up and walked up next to the fine, 
smooth-skinned Afro-American. "I want to see the you know what." She reached 
down and unbuttoned her trousers. She pulled back the fly of the 
short-shorts and opened up her legs. "You like what you see, honey?" He 
inspected her curly haired bush, the glistening lips below. "Other side, 
too," he directed her. She turned, pulled the shorts down and bared her ass. 
He leaned forward and pulled her buttocks open. "My, God," he said, "that 
must be one of the nicest assholes I ever saw. Look 

how pink that meat is!" He started to apply a finger. 

"Sir!" exclaimed Madam Tess. "This is an inspection for purchase, not the 
meal itself!" 

"Of course," said Jack. "Of course." He let go of the Negress's fine 
buttocks. "Zip up kid. I'll talk to you later." He couldn't resist one last 
pat to her smooth cheek. While she pulled up her shorts she leaned close to 
him, rubbed her titties against his chest and dropped a hand down between 
his legs. She came up with his cock under one finger. "Oh, my," she 
whispered, "you do have some loving to do, don't you?" She wiggled away in 
her hot shorts and stacked heels. "Mmmm," hummed Jack. "You know how I 
vote." He sat down 

"You boys haven't seen Lisa yet," said Madam Tess. "Before you choose I 
insist that you feast your eyes on Lisa." Just then a voluptuous 
black-haired beauty who inspired carnality even before she'd completely 
entered the room, came slowly down the staircase. The men saw her legs, her 
hips, and finally her big chest and lovely face and jet black hair. She 
moved like a magic carpet, smoothly in control of everything she saw in 
front of her. It was a sensuous magic, a hedonist delight, merely to see 
her. 

"Ooooh, my fucking God," said Jack. 

"Yeah," agreed Sam. "Stop right there, 

baby." He stood up and fisted a wad of twenties to Madam Tess. He never took 
his eyes off Lisa. "If that's not enough, let me know, but later. Come on, 
Jack. There's our number." They met Lisa before she arrived in the 
living-room, turned her around and took her back upstairs where she came 
from. 

In the room alone with her the two men undressed quickly. "I have to wash 
you both," she said. "Together? or separately?" 

"One at a time," said Jack, "but now." 

"Oh, I see," she said, "I suppose that means you plan on doing some double 
teaming, huh?" 

"Yeah," said Sam, now totally naked. "You bet, honey." He slid his hands 
around her waist and took a good feel of her firm buttocks. "We might even 
triple team if things look good," he added. His hands ran around her waist 
and ended up on her big chest. "I want some of this," he said. "Real soon." 

She took his penis and washed it at the sink. Meanwhile, Jack undressed. 
"Oh, my," she said while scrubbing down Sam, "two heads are better than 
one." She blushed. Her creamy complexion went bright red. "So much better 
than one." She rinsed Sam's hog, and then grabbed up Jack's. "Gimmee that, 
honey. I want to clean you good." She rolled his pecker between her 
slippery, soap covered palms. Then 

she rinsed him. Meanwhile, Sam was undoing her blouse and skirt. He had 
everything off except her bra and panties. 

"0.k.," she said rinsing her hands, "you both look ready." 

"You're not," said Jack. He reached up to the material cups covering Lisa's 
titties. "Turn around." She showed him her backside. "This what you want?" 

He rubbed her buttocks and undid her bra. "More or less," said Sam who now 
felt her titties. "Look at these nipples, Jack. Unbelievable, eh? Remind you 
of Jane?" 

"Yeah," said Jack. "Sure do." 

Each man fondled a breast. Then Sam said: "Cart her over to the bed." Jack 
picked up the hooker and flopped her down on the bed. She lifted her butt 
and used her hands to slide out of her panties. "Don't you two want to see 
the goodies?" 

"My oh my," said Jack, "will you look at that?" He stared down the narrow A 
frame of her legs. At the top of the A was her cunt, a perfect thick line of 
ooze that glistened in the dim ,yellow whore house light. "I like that, 
honey. I really do." 

Sam slid down next to the hooker, on the bed. "Babe," he said, "we want 
something real special out of you. Got any grease around 

here?" 

"Of course," she said. "You guys gonna butt-fuck me?" 

"Not exactly," said Sam. "You'll see." 

"Wait a second," she protested, "what do you need grease for if you're not 
gonna butt-fuck. I got enough juice here for both of you." 

"Well," said Jack, closing in on her, "we're not both going to buttfuck you. 
Sam here didn't want you to get the wrong impression. Only one of us is 
going to use your bunghole. By the way, Sam, which end do you want?" 

"Oh, no," said Lisa, her long legs fluttering up over the side of the bed. 
"I ain't taking you both on at once, if that's what you're thinking about. 
No way." 

She started up. Sam smacked her back down, however, and she ended up in a 
corner, on the bed, up against the wall. "It won't work, damn it. You got 
too big of peckers. I don't want to do that." Her pale creamy skin was 
shivering with the thought of the two ripe penis sticks fucking her at the 
same time. "It won't fucking work. Ill call Tess. She won't let you do that 
to me." 

"Ha," said Jack, "that's a laugh. For what we paid, she'd let us take you 
home with us and feed you to our dogs. Ha, ha, ha." 

"Oh, God, no," said the whore. "Please, no." 

"Awe, come on, Lisa. I thought you^were a professional," said Sam as he 
scratched a pile on his buttock. "And now you're gonna start crying on us? 
Fucking-a, where we gonna get a good lay, Jack?" 

"I don't know, buddy. It's getting to be a drag." Sam was honestly 
disheartened. "Come-on, won't you just try it, Lisa?" 

"Alright," she said, "but if I start yelling, you let me go. 0.k.?" She must 
have felt sorry for the two men, because she got up and took their peckers, 
one in each hand, and pulled them into full erect boners. When one meat was 
soft, she worked especially on it. When another was weak, she helped that 
one get stiff again. Finally, like a good juggler, she had both cocks 
greased and stiff. "Who's going to do what?" she asked. 

"I'll take her butt," said Jack. "Sam, you fuck her cunt, eh?" 

"Right," said Sam. "Fine with me." He smiled, happy to have lovely Lisa's 
sweet meaty twat for his own. Jack smiled too, for he was quite content to 
be able to slap his meat into Lisa's fine shit tube. 

"Lay down, honey," said Sam, "and let me plow that twat of yours." 

She lay down and opened her legs. "Go on, 

Sam," she said, honestly curious now, "let's see if you get that boner, in 
me and if Jack does too." She used her fingers to open her pussy for him. 
She pulled the fine lips of her twat open and Sam lay down between her legs. 
His hefty bent organ slipped up into the slippery folds of her honey pot. 
"Uuuuhhh," he grunted as he jammed his cock head further and deeper in her 
pussy than she thought he would go, "that's the way I like it, babe." 

"Oh, good," she groaned, bearing down on his stiff fuck stick, "it's in 
pretty solid. She grabbed his shoulders and rolled over on top of him. His 
meat stayed high up in her pussy. She spread her legs around his thighs so 
that her ass could open easily. "O.k., Jack," she said, "your turn now." She 
reached one hand back to her creamy butt hole and poked a finger in to make 
sure she was wet enough. "Better put some grease in there." 

"Yeah," said Jack. He picked up the tube of lubricant and jammed a gob down 
the shit hole. Then he threw the tube of grease aside and rubbed the 
slippery stuff up and down her crack. It shined in the night light like a 
snail's trail. He shoved his finger into her hole just to be sure she knew 
what was coming. 

"Ugh," she said, "I think this is gonna leave me crippled." 

"Don't you worry," said Sam from underneath, "you always got Social Security 
benefits to rely on. Hee, hee, hee." He stabbed upwards with his pig-like 
meat. "You remind me of an uncle of mine. My uncle Sam," said the whore. "He 
promised me everything and then laughed when I was getting it screwed up my 
asshole. He even helped it happen." "Fuck you," said Sam. "This ain't no 
time for bedtime stories. Open your asshole for Jack." 

"Yeah," moaned Jack, removing his finger from her meaty little hole. "It's 
time." He climbed onto her butt, shoved his hot cock down the bunghole as 
far as he could. 

All three of them began to rock. It was one strange looking orgy. Jack was 
on top, his meaty post twisting and twitching in Lisa's hot bunghole. And 
Lisa, her smooth long legs spread wide, was on top of Sam, with his pole up 
her long, slippery pussy. "Hot fucking damn," cried the man on the bottom, 
"it's working. You owe me ten bucks, Jack." Then, as if the whore could not 
have figured it out for herself, he said in her ear in an aside: "See, we 
bet ten bucks about this one, just for fun. And I won because you were able 
to take it. Jack said you couldn't. Ho, ho, ho." He pulled his meat back and 
forth in the whore's punctured pussy. 

"Ahhhh," groaned Jack, "this really is something." His pecker had descended 
well into the hooker's hot asshole canal, and now it was time for him to 
leave his pile of jism in there. "I'm gonna come right now," he told her. 
"Work my tool." 

"Can I do anything else for you ?" she asked. "You know, maybe suck on your 
butt, too?!" She rocked back and forth for the benefit of Jack, which also 
had the affect of making her pussy roll on top of Sam's penis. 

"My God," wailed Sam, "I'm shooting off too!" 

"Ooooh," cried the whore, come filling her up at both ends, "this is 
unbelievable! Fuck me! Fuck me good!" 

Then Jack pulled his hot hog out of her asshole. He was covered with shit 
and jism. It was a brown mixture of ugly looking stuff. "Oh, God damn fuck. 
I should wash after, not before." He rolled over on his back. 

"Get off," said Sam. "I had enough. Up and off." He pushed the big chested 
whore off of his dick. She was so full of come she could hardly move. 

"Oh, shit," she said, "look at you two lovers, all tired out like babies." 

"You said it, honey," said Jack, his pecker falling limp. "I'm beat." 

"Me, too," moaned Sam. "But that was really something. We'll be back for 
more of that sometime, next time we're passing through. You can be sure of 
that." His cock fell over like a dead worm. 

"You boys want some of what I'm famous for, since you might not be back for 
a while?" 

"What's that?" asked both men at once. "What are you famous for?" 

"First you gotta say yes or no and pay me something a little extra." 

They looked at each other and agreed. Jack gave her the extra money. 
"Alright," he asked, "what's your specialty? You swallow glow worms, or 
what?" 

"I eat dirty dicks," she said. She leaned down to Jack's filthy hog. Her 
tongue worked like a paint scraper. She shoveled the shit right on off of 
his meat. "Mmm," she hummed, eating up everything that was there. "This is 
the best meal a girl can have." 

Jack looked at Sam. He waved his finger in a little circle next to his head 
and eyeballed Lisa. "Nutty," he mouthed the word. "Like a fruitcake," said 
Sam back. 

Meanwhile, oblivious to their opinions of her, Lisa continued to lick Jack's 
pecker. She concentrated on the grooves, in those hard to get at places that 
so easily fill with scum, or, 

as in this case, shit and jism. Her pointy tongue went everywhere in search 
of dirt. And she found it, too. "My, my, my," commented Jack, "she does have 
a way about her now, doesn't she?" He rolled his eyes. "Honey," he said 
softly, "I think you got it all." 

"No," she protested, bringing a finger onto his penis, "I see some more." 
She pointed. "Right there." Sure enough, on the rim of his mushroom head was 
a fleck of feces. Before Jack could tell her not to, Lisa dove down and 
swooped upon the shit smudge. She licked the crown of Jack's cock clean and 
sat back up. "Mmmm," she sighed. "What a kick." 

"Yeah," said Sam, "isn't that something?" He was dumbfounded. He'd never 
seen a woman so hot for dirt. He wondered if this wasn't the real reason 
that Madam Tess kept Lisa around, and that the whore's good looks had 
nothing to do with it. But then again, he thought, maybe the fat bossy woman 
didn't know anything at all about Lisa's extracurricular activities, and 
when Tess said she ran a clean home, she meant exactly that and she knew 
nothing. 

But while Sam was thinking these thoughts and others like them, Lisa jumped 
for his big meat. She had it up between her lips, and she was licking before 
he could so much as say 

a word like "finger-licking-good". His whole pecker just went straight up 
into her long, sword swallowing throat, and when he next looked closely the 
meat that was once covered with ooze and jism was now shiny clean and bright 
like new. "My God," he uttered in awe, "she is amazing." 

"Thank you," said Lisa, licking her pretty chops, "now if you two don't 
mind, I'd like to be alone." 

"Sure," said Jack, though he didn't quite understand why, "we'll be out of 
your way in just a minute. We just want to get into our clothes and that'll 
take care of us. Right, Sam?" 

Sam was still so astounded at the work on his cock that he could only sit 
and stare and ask: "Did you see what that fucking broad did with her mouth, 
Jack? I can't believe I saw that with my own eyes." 

"Sam," said Jack, "come on, we got to go. Sam!" 

He came out of his daze. "Oh, yeah, thanks for the header, honey. It was 
swell," he said. "What's taking you so long, Jack. The lady wants to be 
alone." 

They dressed and left Lisa alone in her room. But on the way downstairs, Sam 
kept asking Jack: "Do you believe that girl, Jack? 

Do you believe how she eats off a cock? I never saw a broad eat shit 
before." 

"Disgusting," said Jack, rubbing his beard. "There ought to be a shrink in 
this place." 

Neither of the men waited to speak again to Madam Tess. They just waved 
quickly on their way from the staircase out the door. 

"Rude hippies," said Tess as she waddled to the window box. She watched the 
tattered levi jackets and scuffed boots and beards and long hair disappear 
down Charles Avenue. Then she stuffed her cigarette out in the window box 
and muttered to herself: "They didn't even say goodbye. No manners 
whatsoever. Very uncouth." But she smiled to herself as she pulled out the 
wad of greenbacks and counted again. "Uncouth," she said, "but rich, too." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Tess prided herself on her ability to identify a lesbian. She would insist, 
for example, as she shopped in town with one or another of the whores from 
Charles Avenue, that this or that housewife would have been bette'- off 
marrying a woman rather than a man. On one occasion she became quite 
vociferous and unmannerly, and she grabbed a young teenage girl by the shirt 
collar and shouted in the frightened child's face: "Come by my house 
sometime, and Madam Tess will show you-what you really like, honey." The 
outburst had come from nowhere, it seemed, but Tess insisted that one day 
her prediction would be proved right, that the young girl would show her 
true colors as a woman lover. 

So it was that one afternoon when Tess, as 

usual, perching herself after tea at thi; living-room window box with her 
cigarette, .saw a lovely young girl pace the .street in front of the house 
and announced to everyone present that sometime that afternoon the girl 
would show up for lessons in the art of female fuck, and that she, Tess, 
wanted to know right then which of her whores would be interested in giving 
the first lesson. 

"How do you know," asked Lisa, "that she'a going to come over here?" Lisa 
pulled the window shade back for a better look out the window. "She's just 
walking back and forth. Maybe she's going to see that Doctor what's hi.i 
name over there." 

"No fucking way," mumbled Tess, lighting another cigarette. "She's a dyke if 
ever there was one, and she's gonna come here to get it filled." Tess walked 
away from the window. 

Lovely Nancy approached for a better look at the girl under consideration. 
"She is pretty," she commented. "I mean, it's not like it would be a bad 
piece for someone." 

"And?" asked Tess. "You want her, honey?" 

"No," said Nancy. "You know I don't do that kind of tiling." She backed away 
from the window and wiggled across the room. But a young whore, Bonnie, new 
to the Charles Avenue house, did step forward. She pulled back 

the shade and peered out. "I'll take her," she said. Then she let the window 
shade go. She strutted across the room and leaned against the bannister. 
"And like Tess says, she'll be here soon." She lit a cigarette and waited. 

Eventually the other whores and the customers on their way in or out made 
bets on when the girl would make her move. 

"I give her another ten minutes," said Tess, "to get her ass over here. Then 
I'll go drag her in so she don't catch cold." She pushed her cigarette out 
in the flower box. 

"She's a pretty little thing," said Bonnie. "Nice tits and good long legs." 

"Don't start licking your chops 'for she gets here, Bonnie. It's a waiting 
game now, don't you see?" But even Tess blushed. "If I was a year or two 
younger," she added, "I'd take her myself." 

"Here she comes," said a look-out at the front window, "and she's really 
pretty, too!" 

"0.k.," said Tess, "everyone in place. Let's not make the poor thing 
nervous." She straightened her dress, sprayed a little perfume in her mouth, 
and then she did a quick inspection on Bonnie, the whore who said she wanted 
the young girl for a trick. "There you are how, you be gentle with her, eh?" 
Bonnie winked: "As gentle as with a brand new flower, Tess. 

Don't you worry about a thing." 

There was a timid two rap knock at the front door. Tess took her pause and 
then pulled the front door open. "Good day," she said, "may I help you?" 

The young girl smiled nervously and looked around. "May I come in Mam?" Tess 
stared at the teenage woman. "Madam?" asked the girl. Then she added: "Madam 
Tess?" 

"Why yes," said Tess, "of course." She pulled the door open all the way and 
allowed the girl a warm passageway. When she shut the door she said "I don't 
believe we've had the pleasure?" 

"My name is Judy," said the young girl. "I want, ah, some, ah . . ." 

"Do you care for tea?" asked Tess. "Just a spot. We were just about to sit 
down for some ourselves." 

"Why, ah, yes, that would be very nice," said Judy. "Very nice." 

"Let me take your coat," said Tess, slipping her hands along the girl's 
back. "It's much too warm in here to wear a coat, eh?" She took the girl's 
wrap, and a quick feel of her rearend, too. "Oh, my, you are a sweet young 
thing, eh?" 

During tea Tess and Bonnie sat and talked with the young girl. She had a 
very pleasant 

demeanor, and most importantly, she had a nicely shaped body. Her supple 
breasts, long silky hair, and her firm thighs were all just what Bonnie 
liked in a female trick. Finally, after a little more discussion the girl 
got around to telling Bonnie about what she wanted: "I want to try it out, 
with someone, anyone, just to see what it's all about." 

"Sure," said Bonnie, "I understand. You want to know what it's like to have 
your clit eaten just right, eh?" 

The young girl, Judy, blushed: "Well, yes, that's right." 

"It seems to me," said Madam Tess, "that how's the time." 

Five minutes later Bonnie and Judy were upstairs alone in Bonnie's room. 
Judy had undressed, and so had Bonnie. "Now," said Bonnie, "I want to feel 
up that sweet primrose body of yours, Judy. Come on over here." She patted 
the bed. "And make yourself comfortable." 

Judy sat down in the spot indicated. Her sweet smooth thighs spread out 
softly in front of Borinie. "See my big titties?" asked Bonnie. "Anytime you 
feel like playing with them you just reach and grab, understand Judy?" 

"Yes," said the frail young girl. "I like that." She reached and grabbed. 
"Mmmm," she 

hummed, "they're so big and soft." 

"No bigger, and no softer," said Bonnie, taking a good little feel of Judy's 
fat tit, "than yours, honey. Here, take a look with me in the mirror." 

The two women, the whore and her trick stood together in front of a full 
length mirror. There Judy discovered that in fact she did have large smooth 
titties, and nice long legs, that she was, despite all the thinking she'd 
done to the contrary, a very pretty sexy girl. "You know," she said, "I 
think I'm going to enjoy this." 

"You bet," said Bonnie, turning to the young girl. She pouted for a minute, 
and then she looked up: "Do you want to kiss me, Judy?" 

"Yes, I think so." The whore opened her lips. Judy opened hers, too. They 
touched, brushed each other's mouths together, and then the whore slammed 
her face hard into the teenager's face. She gave her her tongue and her lips 
and a long, warm embrace. Their big breasts rubbed and their bellys touched, 
too. "Mmm," hummed Judy, "that's so fucking fine." 

"Ahhh, yes," said Bonnie, "just the way it ought to be." She spread her legs 
and smiled. "Maybe you could help me out with a little feel." She took the 
girl's smooth hand and 

rubbed her own stomach with it. Then she directed Judy's finger into her 
soft wet breach. "I like a feel in my pussy, honey. That's what really gets 
me nice and hot and bothered." 

Judy laughed a little. "And here I thought that I was the customer." 

"You are, babe," said Bonnie, "but I'll give damn good service once I'm hot 
and hungry, eh?" She stroked herself vigorously with Judy's smooth middle 
digit. Soon her clit stood on end, as did her small goose bump covered 
flesh. "You know what, sweetheart," she said, "I think the time has come for 
me to give you just a taste of what this is all about." 

"Mmm," agreed Judy, "I think you're right." Her nipples were up on end, and 
juice gushed from her smooth open cunt lips. "See my pussy?" she asked the 
whore. "It's really getting hot." 

Bonnie looked down between Judy's smooth thighs. There the.hot little twat 
box was wide open and flowing. There was a lot of wet pubic hair, and a lot 
more oozed flowing fast. "Yeah," said Bonnie, "this is gonna be just about 
perfect. Up on the bed, honey, and I'll have that meaty little rear end of 
yours filled up with tongue meat, just to get the ball rolling, eh?" 

Judy jumped onto the bed and spread her legs. She was on all fours. "Like 
this?" 

"Yup, like that!" Bonnie climbed onto her ass. "Here you go baby doll," she 
said. She used her hands to feel up the teenager's tender ass cheeks. Then, 
when the buttocks were warm and spread, she felt her tongue along the 
groove. Finally, when the little girl's ass looked nice and cherry, Bonnie 
popped her tongue into the shit canal itself. 

"Oh, God," moaned Judy, "that's really something else. I mean that's much 
better than what I can do with my finger." 

"Oh, yeah, sure," said Bonnie. "Before," she began, every now and then 
giving the young girl a little peck on the fanny or a lick in the groove, 
"when I wasn't a hooker, and I used to sit home alone nights, I would always 
shove a finger up my asshole. Made the time go by, to say nothing of what it 
did for my pussy. Hot? Believe you me, there was nothing like it. But then 
one day I started going out and getting a nice little ream job. So there's 
nothing better than that, now." 

"You want me to do that to you?" asked the young girl. "I will if you like 
that." 

"Sure," said Bonnie, "I think that would be good for both of us if you did 
that little number on my butthole." She took her head out from between 
Judy's bunghole buns, and adjusted her own position. The young girl came 

around from behind and applied two vigorous palms to the whore's ass. "Oh, 
my," she exclaimed, "Bonnie, your buttocks are so nice and firm and smooth." 

"That's part of my work equipment, honey. Just got to be that way." 

Judy slid her tongue along the whore's ass crease. She supplied a good 
serving of tongue meat to the hole, too. She was all hot and bothered when 
she realized how far in she could get her meaty tongue if she really tried. 
"My God," she moaned into Bonnie's cornhole, "I never had any idea how much 
I loved to eat a good shit hole. Mmmmm." She licked and reamed and twisted 
her mouth muscle down into the whore's ass tube. "It's so nice and tight in 
there, Bonnie. I love it!" 

"Good, good, good," grunted the whore. "You keep that up and I'll show you 
another trick or two." She reached around behind herself and took the young 
girl's hands. One palm she placed on her big sagging titties, and the other, 
with a finger in tow, she applied to her twat. Of course, the open gushing 
pussy was the star attraction for the teenage lesbian, and she had a handful 
of juice in no time at all. 

"My, my, my," said Bonnie, "you sure are a hot little number, honey. I mean 
you know how to get me going like a professional." 

I want some eating done on me," complained Judy, pulling her tongue and her 
fingers out of the various orifices of Bonnie's body. 

"Alright," said Bonnie, "I guess you're entitled." 

"I think so," said the customer "What should I do?" 

"You should lay down," said Bonnie. "Like a man was going to fuck you." 

Judy stretched out on the bed on her back. She spread her pretty long legs. 
The open bush down below was a heavenly sight for the hooker. "Oh, boy," 
said Bonnie, "here comes the beginning of something big, babe. You just wait 
and see." 

With that, Bonnie settled down over the lovely little girl's face. She put 
her head between Judy's legs and supplied the darling trick with a hot 
tongue. Her own pussy she let settle as it would around the child's mouth. 
"How you like that?" 

"Oh, God, yes," hollered Judy into the whore's pussy. "It's just the way I 
dreamed it would be." Her hands involuntarily reached around the hooker's 
hips and pulled her down closer. She jammed her tongue up into Bonnie's 
hairy fat juicing twat, and gave her all the hot mouth muscle that anyone 
could possibly use. Meanwhile, her fingers went searching for 

and found Bonnie's hot bunghole. She planted the shit chamber with her big 
middle digit. 

It was Bonnie who screamed: "Fuck, babe, that's too much digit. Be careful!" 

Judy extracted her finger. "I thought you liked that," she said 
apologetically. "Sorry." 

"A bit, but not the whole damn finger," said Bonnie. Then she went back to 
eating out the trick. She located Judy's hot little clit and sent the greasy 
thing flapping around inside. "It's a fresh feel alright," said Bonnie, "and 
I would be willing to bet anything that Madam Tess would trade her eye teeth 
for a pussy like this. Just for a good long lick." 

"Was the Madam a whore one time?" asked Judy while her cunt was being 
licked. 

"Do wild bears shit in the woods?" asked Bonnie. "Does a hog like slop?" 

"Oh, I see," said Judy, returning to continue eating the hot pussy in her 
mouth. "I guess it should be obvious." 

"Mmm," groaned Bonnie, "that's a nice lick for my twat, in case I didn't 
tell you." She jabbed her tongue down deep into Judy's pussy. "I'm gonna 
make you come, babe. Get ready." 

Bonnie went to work on the young girl's pussy. She stabbed and drilled the 
thing with all her efficient and professional skill. She made sure that the 
lovely little clit never 

stopped wagging back and forth. Her tongue just flashed in and out of the 
hot hole, until, finally, the clit bounced and jiggled of its own accord. 
Chills were going everywhere, and the child started shaking. She had her own 
little orgasm that was starting up. 

"My, my, my," she hollered, "I had no idea. Oh, fuck, shit!" she shouted. 
"That's an incredible feel." 

What was happening was simple. The whore had located the girl's fresh clit 
meat and was giving it everything necessary to make it erect and ready for 
orgasm. She was having herself a fully developed and professional eat out by 
one of the best tongues in the business. 

"Oh, fuck me good!" she cried. "I can't stand it, that's so fucking hot for 
me. I love it." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Bonnie as she watched the girl heave up and down in 
the throes of orgasm. There was juice everywhere. Bonnie rolled off of young 
Judy and smiled. "You o.k.?" 

"I think so," said Judy, sitting up to look in her twat. "Wow, did all that 
ooze come out of me?" 

"You bet it did," said Bonnie. "You are now a member of the club, babe. You 
been eaten by me, the best eat out whore in the house." 

"I loved every minute of it," said Judy, getting up to put on her clothes. 
As she dressed, Bonnie made mental notes of the pretty girl's body, of how 
her tits were smooth and hung like pears, of how the nipples were as fresh 
and as ripe as bing cherries, and of how the hot little twat was as good a 
suck as she had ever had. "Mmm," she hummed to herself, "I loved those 
minutes myself." 

Judy bid adieu to the whore, and downstairs she thanked Madam Tess profusely 
and swore that she'd be back soon, probably within the week. 

Tess showed the young girl to the door saying, "Anytime at all, honey. Your 
money's always good here." After she'd shut the door behind the young 
lesbian teenager, she said: "Didn't I tell you she Was a hot one? Didn't I 
tell you?" She smiled and put a fag in her cigarette holder. Then she walked 
over to her flower box where she began to wait for the next customer to 
visit the house on Charles Avenue. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

There were on occasion neighbors of the house on Charles Avenue who paid a 
visit every now and then. Of course, it was difficult for most because their 
wives would get wind of the fact and soon they'd be heading for new places 
to live. But the young horny men, or the older, lonely people, they would 
come freely up the block and knock on the door to Madam Tess's house. 

One such fellow was Ernie Cranks, who always arrived carrying a big fresh 
bottle of booze, usually home grown, and who always left with a limp and a 
lump. He got that carried away. 

Ernie used to come in and demand a suck. That was his desire. He always 
wanted his penis to have a good hot pair of lips wrapped 

around it. He would show up, like clock work, every Tuesday night. He had no 
family to tend to, no friends, and yet the only night of the week that he 
frequented the house on Charles Avenue was Tuesday. 

And so it was one Tuesday . . . there came a knocking on the door. "I'll bet 
you ten bucks," said Madam Tess, flicking her ashes in the window box, "that 
it's Ernie Cranks." 

"Taking that bet," said sweet Andrea, "would be like throwing our 
hard-earned money away. If it's not Cranks, well I'm a mother's fuck uncle." 

Sure enough, when Madam Tess opened the door, there stood Ernie, dressed up 
to the T, as he always was when he came calling on the ladies of the Charles 
Avenues house, and he had with him a bottle of rye-"bath tub batch". But, 
unlike the other nights in the previous months and years of his visits, he 
had a lady with him. "Well, well, well," said Tess, flicking her ashes here 
and there as the couple came by, "how do, Ernie. And who's the la-dy?" 

"This here's a friend of mine," said Ernie, taking off his straw hat that he 
always wore, "and her name's Elma. And she needs some lessons, Tess. And I 
was hoping that you or one of your girls would be so kind as to help her 
out." 

"Well," said Tess, dragging on her cigarette filter and holder, "you know 
me, Ernie. I'm always glad to help where I can." 

Ernie grabbed Tess's ass. "Yup, Tess, as long as there's a buck in it, 
you're there." He pulled out his wallet. "Me and Elma are prepared to pay 
well for the, ah, the, how do I say?" 

"The lessons," said Tess. "And what kind would they be?" she asked, 
snatching no less than four large bills out of Ernie's hand. 

"Well, you know, the usual. About how to make a man hot in ten seconds and 
how to get a good big cock going and that such things." 

"Oh, yes, well, now, let me see," said Tess, putting a finger to her mouth. 
"Who would be a good young lady to show you two what needs showing." She 
smiled and then said: "I got it: never a finer piece of ass around. Sue! 
Sue! Come on over here." 

A girl who was lounging about in the parlour stood up and sauntered over to 
the hallway. "Sue's-a fine hunk of meat for any couple to get lessons from," 
said Tess. "You just sort of wind her up and she'll give you everything 
you'll be needing." Tess flicked her ashes. "Take 'em on upstairs, Sue." 

The harlot led the way up the stairs. Elma and Ernie followed, and Ernie was 
getting himself big fat feels of his Elma's fat butt all 

the way to the room where Sue worked out 

"Here you go," she said pointing the way in. "Go on in there and 111 be 
right with you." 

Ernie and Elma went into the room. It was larger than the usual rooms, and 
there was a bigger bed, too. Ernie undressed, as did Elma. When Sue came 
back to the room and locked the door behind her she couldn't help but notice 
how truely attractive Elma was in the buff. Before with her clothes on, she 
looked ordinary and plain. But she must have been one of those women who, 
when they get naked, are full and ripe and just right for fucking. Anyhow, 
it was a pleasure for Sue to see that Ernie had himself the right kind of 
girl. "So," asked Sue, "what can I show you two?" 

"Start with suck," said Ernie, sitting down on the bed. "Elma don't know 
nothing about sucking, and I wanted her to see how a pro works out on a good 
hog." 

"Oh, sure, there's nothing to it," said Sue. She slid out of her own clothes 
and revealed her long supple body. She had big tits that were melon shaped 
and firm. The nipples were always erect, or so it appeared. These ripe red 
titties were everything that Ernie could possibly desire in a woman, and 
Elma had a bit of trouble holding onto her Ernie while he gazed with hungry 
eyes at young Sue's mighty 

fine chest. "This is just a little lesson," said Sue, slipping down to her 
knees between Ernie's spread legs. 

"Just a lesson," said Ernie to Elma. "You watch and see." He handed his cock 
to Sue. "Here, Sue, show Elma what you do." He had a great big smile on his 
face, a smile that he tried to hide from Elma. "She does it slow so you get 
the idea, honey. Isn't that right, Sue." He winked at the whore. 

"Oh, yes," said Sue. She knew who paid for the trick. "I do it slow so you 
can see how I suck a man off. That way you'll be able to get the idea." Sue 
felt a little guilty. She knew full well that Ernie had just talked the 
young girl into coming to the house on Charles Avenue because he wanted to 
fuck. It was that simple. The rest about the lessons was none-sense. She 
smiled and went to work on Ernie's big tough meat. She licked it up and down 
with a couple of long strokes that took care of both the top side and the 
bottom. Then she filled her face with it. She had big lips, too, that curled 
around the base of Ernie's flesh stick. She sucked him down into her face 
and moaned a little. Then she held the hog in her hand and said to Elma in 
particular: "I always give a little moan cause a man seems to like that. And 
the lips to the base of that rod, well 

that's just plain technique." 

Ernie smiled: "Technique." 

Sue went back down on the rod. She slid her face along the top of the shaft, 
and then she applied her hands to the underside and to his hot nut nest. 
"You got stiff balls, Ernie, and that means you're going to comeoff pretty 
damn quick." 

"Yeah," said Ernie. "You know me, you put a pair of hot wet lips around my 
joint and I can't hardly help myself." He smiled a toothy grin at Elma and 
said: "See, Elma, that's just the way it is with me. Why don't you rub my 
back a bit while this here hooker takes care of my hog?" 

"What about the other way around?" said Elma, sticking up for herself. "What 
makes you so sure that I can't give you head, anyhow? You assumed I needed 
lessons. You never gave me no fair chance. Now let me have a good shot at 
that big stiff meat of yours." She pounced down and Sue, who understood 
exactly what Elma had in mind, backed out of the way, saying as she went: 
"Go to it, honey. You deserve that meaty rod of his more than any woman I 
know." 

Sue took over on Ernie's back. She rubbed his neck and his shoulders and she 
watched young Elma, who really did know how to get 

a good meat stiff, go about the job of sucking Ernie into a perfect long 
erection. "See there," she said, "look at that, Ernie Cranks! She's got that 
pecker meat of yours flying at full mast in no time at all!" 

Indeed, Ernie had one of the largest erections he could ever recall getting. 
Elma had his meat floating in a hot bed of saliva and tongue. She worked his 
meaty muscle back and forth, from side to side in her mouth, and her hands 
never stopped moving up and down between his legs. She had the technique of 
suck down as well as any woman could. Not only that, but she had her hands 
on Ernie's ass cheeks, too. She was rubbing those big hairy buttocks into a 
furious fever, and when the time was right-she knew exactly when-she slammed 
a full knuckle's worth of bony digit up his asshole: "Oooooh," he moaned, 
thrusting his pecker forward into her face, "you have learned something 
somewhere, dear Elma. If I do say so myself!" 

"Mmmmm," she hummed softly on his rod. "You want more tongue or more lip?" 

"Tongue." 

She slapped her tongue up and down his stiff joint. "Like that?" 

"Yeah, babe," said Ernie, "that-a-way!" He yanked his cock out of her mouth. 
"But now what you gonna do?" 

She stuck a finger to his bunghole again, and twisted it in. "That's what I 
do for a naughty prick like that." 

He supplied her with his meat again, which, gratefully, she accepted. 
"Ahhh," she creamed, happy to have Ernie's hot hog down her throat, "ahhhh." 

"You two are really hot and bothered," said the whore. "You sure you don't 
want me to leave you alone so you can get it on in private?" 

"No way," said Ernie. "I paid my money and I want some hot sex from you, 
too, Sue. Next time I'll know better, but this time I get you and Elma." 

"0.k.," said Sue. "But I think you're making a big mistake." 

"It's alright," said lovely Elma, her lips ready to chomp again, "he'll fuck 
us both and he'll think he's a hee-man, eh? Big deal." She smiled 
graciously. Ernie loved to see that smile because it was a way of reminding 
him that soon he would have his hot cock rubbing inside her, on her tongue, 
or in her cheek, or even outside her, against her face, along her nose and 
eyes. He just loved to get his cock going against smooth skin. And Elma's 
warm smile reminded him especially of that. 

"What do you want me to do?" asked the 

harlot, Sue. "You want me just to sit here?" 

"No," said Ernie, "you lay down with your legs spread out. I want to look in 
that cunt of yours. Understand?" 

"Yeah, sure," said Sue. "You paid, your look." She spread her long pretty 
legs. The skin around her thighs was smooth and creamy. The tit flesh was no 
softer. Ernie couldn't resist. He reached back behind himself-he was sitting 
on the edge of the bed so that his girl Elma could suck on his cock-and he 
stuck his hand into Sue's pussy. "There we go," he said. "That's the nice 
feel I wanted, a cunt on one hand, a cunt on my cock. Delicious." He smacked 
his lips and rubbed his chest with his free hand. "You girls sure know how 
to make a man happy." He reached for his bottle. "Want a drink?" 

The two women were amazed that he could be so self-indulgent as to drink 
while he plowed their mouths, their pussies. But that's the way old Ernie 
was. He loved his meat, and he loved his drink. Someplace along the line, 
thought Elma, he must love her. But she wasn't sure where, or how. But she 
kept right on sucking on that big hot fuck stick of his. Only time would 
tell when he would plank her with it. For now she was content with having 
the hot poker in her face. And as for Sue, well, she 

was getting paid, so it didn't really make any difference at all to her when 
or what Ernie did. She just lay back and sucked his finger-fucking up into 
her twat. 

Elma finally came up for air: "You sure do take a lot of sucking, Ernie. My 
lips are getting tired." She wiped her face. "You gonna come or what?" 

Ernie laughed at that "You're no pro, are you honey?" 

"I'm not getting paid to be pro. She is." Elma pointed at Sue who was laying 
back leading a life of ease. She had her thighs open with Ernie's finger 
fucking her twat. "Well," said Ernie, "you want to trade places for the time 
being? I still do need a little more suck before we play old bang 'em up." 

"Yeah," said Elma, "I think that would be a terrific idea." She shook her 
big titties and said: "Move over tootsie, I*m gonna get my twat digitated." 

"Sure, babe," said Sue. "I'll take a shot and try and keep old Ernie's penis 
in heat with my face. You take it easy for a while. You deserve it." She 
climbed down off the bed between Ernie's legs. She found his pecker bent but 
hard. The boner was sticking nearly straight up, and it was twitching every 
now and then. "Look at that meat," she said, holding the fuck 

stick in one hand. "It's got all sorts of character. How'd you get so lucky, 
Ernie, as to have a poker like this one. I mean it just doesn't fit on a guy 
like you." 

"Shut up, whore, before I get you fired. I don't listen to talk like that 
from anybody. So start sucking and stop talking." He meant it, too. 

Sue leaned into his groin and took the big pecker in her face. She used her 
lips to rub the galvanized, sensitive head. Every now and then, just for the 
sake of variety, she lifted herself up off the floor and rubbed her large 
mammaries up against Ernie's hot pecker. She'd squeeze the titties just 
right, around his shaft, and she could just maybe, if the angle was right, 
get her tongue down to the tip of his meat. That kind of thing really got 
Ernie rolling. He would slam his finger up Elma's pussy, and she'd start 
wailing like a banshee. So it made sense for all three of them, somehow, to 
be there together. Elma was getting a good finger fucking in her juicing 
twat chamber, and Sue was getting paid plenty just to rub a rod, and Ernie, 
well, he was getting the best deal of all-a good suck, a good fuck! 

When he was hot and horny enough, he told Sue to lay off: "O.k., honey, I 
think we better get into the meat of the matter, eh?" 

"You're the trick," said Sue. "Anything you say, big boy." She sat back on 
her haunches and her tits swung left and right. 

"Look at those nipples, babe," said Ernie. 

"Why Ernie, thank you," said Elma who had no idea what was going on. 

"Not you," said Ernie. He pushed her back down on the bed. She'd sat up to 
thank him for the compliment that Ernie had made to the whore. "And don't 
get up unless I say so," said Ernie. He was getting dangerously drunk, and 
he had a big hard-on to go with it. "What I say goes," he said snorting some 
more booze. "Go, go, goes!" 

"Yeah, honey," said Sue, taking the bottle from his right hand and setting 
down next to the bed on the end table. "What do you say you go take a cold 
shower?" 

"I want to fuck now," he told her. "Let's get it on, Sue. You, me and little 
old Elma. Moo, moo, moo." This cow-like sound signified nothing in 
particular. But it did attest to the fact that Ernie would soon be on his 
ass with all the liquor he'd been drinking instead of, if he wasn't careful, 
all the cunt he was supposed to get. 

But Elma, loyal fan that she was, came to his rescue. "Honey, I need that 
big hot meat of yours," she told him. "Let me have that 

dick in my twat, will you please?" She was so sweet that even a bum like 
Ernie couldn't turn her down. "Isn't that nice?" he slurred. "She wants my 
penis. Well I think that's very, very nice." He turned around and climbed up 
on Elma's fat sexy thighs. "I'm gonna do it, too," he promised them. "I'm 
gonna stick it in." He jerked around looking for her pussy. He couldn't have 
hit a stew pot with his joint in his condition, so Sue, good whore that she 
was, reached up to help: she guided him down into his girl friend's hole by 
pushing his pecker in the right direction and sure enough, Ernie arrived 
inside Elma's hot twat. 

"Oh, yes," she grunted, "that's what I like Ernie. That's exactly right for 
me, honey. Keep that big sword coming down inside me. It's just the right 
shape, and just the right thickness, too. I love that hot poker sticking me 
in the twat, Ernie. You got me going." 

Now some of this wild chatter was for Ernie's benefit. Elma knew he was 
drunk, that he would get carried away in some other direction if she was not 
careful. But some of it was also for Elma's own benefit. She liked a hot 
hog, and her big beautiful creamy tits were hard and ready, her clit was 
needy, and her twat was gushing. Ernie, drunk or not, did have a big hard 
meaty erection, and he was 

bound to shoot it off someplace. So it was only natural that lovely, bovine 
Elma take her fair share of pleasure from the hour of whoring. 

"Oooooh," she moaned, as Ernie's drunken fuck stick penetrated her hot twat, 
"that's something good for me, Ernie. I mean it, babe. It's awful damn 
fucking good!" 

"Shit," said Ernie, hardly aware of what he was doing, "it's got to be good 
for something, eh? I mean God gave me a big greasy joint and he wanted me 
doing some damn thing with it, didn't he? So here I am. I'm sticking it in 
you, Elma. It seems like a good idea, and I think God did intend me to do 
some fucking with the thing. After all, I mean really." His hips wobbled but 
his poker drilled down deep. He shot his full wad of juice so far into her 
pussy that she thought she'd been hit by a cyclqne. "Jesus, fuck!" cried 
Elma, who had not expected the burst of passion juice. "Ernie, honey, that 
thing is big!" 

"Yeah, babe," he grumbled, his penis still spurting out hot come into Elma's 
pussy. "How's the juice doing you?" 

"Oh, yeah," she moaned, "it's like a river coming right on up mv trough. 
Gonna float me away in a minute." 

"Good," he said, reaching for the bottle and yanking his cock out of her 
pussy. "I'm glad 

it makes you feel so fucking good." He looked down at her still expanding 
and contracting twat: "Honey, you're still rocking and rolling." 

"Oh, shit, yes," said Elma. "What'd you think? Just because you take away 
that fuck stick I'm gonna stop being hot? No way, Ernie." 

It sobbered him right up. He put down the bottle and said in as firm and 
controlled a voice as a man with a pint of rye in him can manage: "In that 
case I'm going to give you another good fuck, the best you've ever had." And 
he jumped down on her big belly and pressed his weight into her chest, and 
his meat into her open, pleased cunt. "Ahhhhhhh," she sighed. "Just fucking 
right!" 

When she had come, he pulled his wedge of hot cock out of her and said: "I'd 
be the last one to eat and run, or to leave a girl hanging like a fool." 
With that, Ernie fell over. 

Sue leaned down and turned him onto his back. "Let me lick his rod clean, 
and then we'll call Tess and get him some coffee." 

"Good thinking," said Elma. She sat back and watched the hooker lick Ernie's 
hot dog clean. It took her a minute or two of going back and forth across 
the big shrinking wedge, and then he was clean. "No matter what the 
reasons," said Sue, "Tess wouldn't want to see 

a customer with come all over himself when he was ready to leave the house. 
Kind of a principle with her." She gave an insurance lick or two, and then 
she buzzed downstairs. 

A short while later an attendent arrived with instructions from Tess to give 
Ernie plenty of coffee and to have him leave on his own two feet. It wasn't 
good for business to have a customer come dragging out of the house. "No 
sirree," said Madam Tess as she paced the floor of the downstairs parlour, 
"you girls take a lesson tonight, just like old Elma up there: it's no good 
for a man of ours to go out of here drunk and disorderly. Understand?" 

The girls present nodded in agreement. 

And, a little while later, escorted by a sweet-looking lady who smiled 
demurely when she greeted the whores of the house on Charles Avenue good 
evening, Ernie Cranks completed another of his regular Tuesday night visits. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"I need something very unique," said a scruffy looking fellow who Madam Tess 
had never before seen. "It's got to be soon, too." 

"Yes, yes," she said in as cordial a voice as she could manage. "Won't you 
come in?" She stepped back and cleared the way for the man. He was probably 
in his thirties, but he had a youngish appearance. He smiled politely, but 
unnecessarily. He was, if anything, over-mannered. His unkempt black hair, 
his sinewy frame and disheveled clothing-though expensive, gave him a Jekyll 
and Hyde affect. "I need some sex soon," he told her breathlessly). "Very 
soon." Had his voice not cracked, Tess might have considered him normal. But 
he looked like he'd come from a long distance, and he looked truly needy. 
"And have you the 

money to pay for your, ah, shall we say wants?" 

"Oh, yes," said the man. "Money is no object." 

"Come in, come in," said Tess. "Right this way." She was all grace. 

He entered and sat on the overstuffed couch in the parlor. They were alone 
because the house on Charles Avenue was very busy at this particular time of 
year. "And what kind of specialty item would you be in need of?" asked Tess 
as she sat down alongside the frightful man. "An anal intercourse perhaps? 
For one of our young lovlies specializes in taking it up the ass if that's 
what you want to do. Or perhaps you need some good head? A ream? What? Just 
tell me?" She didn't let him get a word in edgewise. But suddenly she 
stopped cold and waited. "Well?" 

"I want a fat woman," said the man. "Very fat. I love fat women. I love to 
see them get all greasy and all . . ." 

"Say no more," said Tess. "I have just such a woman. Will you mind waiting 
for a short while. She's not a regular member of this establishment, but 
she's kept on call, you know, for just such tastes as yours. But let me tell 
you, that if I was a few years younger myself, I'd be the fattest, greasiest 
fuck you ever laid 

hands on. I know what a good lardy fuck is all about. I know . . ." 

"Where is she?" asked the anxious man. "Please. I'm in a hurry." 

"In that case," said Tess, standing, "if you'll be so kind as to pay in 
advance, for that is our standard arrangement. I'd be happy to supply you 
with one of the hottest fucks in the area. A fat woman who goes only by the 
name of Louise." 

The young man brought out his money. "Does she give good suck? I don't want 
fat lips that don't suck, I want good blow job and good fat." 

"Yes, of course, she gives good head, Mr. 

"Maxwell. My name is Maxwell. Here's the money. Bring her to me." 

Madam Tess excused herself and made a brief phone call. It couldn't have 
taken her more than two minutes. "She'll be here shortly, Mr. Maxwell. I'm 
sure you'll be pleased." 

A few minutes later a woman who weighed no less than two hundred and forty 
pounds wobbled up the stairs of the house on Charles Avenue. She was dressed 
much like Madam Tess, only she was twice as large. She had pockets of flesh 
and flab all over her. "Where is he?" she asked in a deep voice. "I'm 
ready." 

Tess made introductions, assigned the couple a room, and bid them good luck. 
Upstairs Maxwell undressed quickly, as did fat Louise. "You see," she said, 
her lard hanging over her belly and her twat, "I'm the fattest woman in 
these parts and this is how I make a living." 

"Good," said Maxwell, now completely undressed, "let me tell you that is why 
I asked for you. Once I was in love with a woman and she was very large, 
like yourself, but she gave me-the best blow job in my life. It was my 
misfortune, and the moreso hers, that she passed away from heart failure 
while we sucked each other into orgasm one night. But now," and Maxwell was 
completely nude when he said this, "now I can only get hard and satisfied 
when I'm sucked by an equally fat woman. You are so fat, but I wonder, will 
you be so kind?" 

"Oh, yes," she said, moved to tears by the dreadfully sad story, "of 
course." 

Maxwell sat down on the bed. He himself was not fat at all. In fact, for the 
fat whore, it was a treat to be able to suck such a lean man's prick. Most 
requests for her came from other, equally large people, most of them men who 
could get no other whore, who would settle for a fat prostitute as a last 
resort. Cripples, bow-legged men, lesbians and has beens-these 

were the usual bill of fare for fat Louise. But here, right in front of her 
very eyeballs, was a lean, handsome attractive man who wanted her only 
because she was so fat, and because, this was the best for her, because he 
had once loved a fat woman! Imagine her incredible joy to be wanted nearly 
entirely for herself. She could feel the chills running through her body as 
she prepared to kneel before this man. Louise looked at his big stiff meat. 

"You like it?" he asked her. 

"I love it," she said simply. She smiled and her jowls wiggled back and 
forth. "It's going to be a good suck for you, honey. I'm going to give it to 
you just the way you love it." 

"Alright," said Maxwell, "got to go to it then." He reached out and picked 
up one of her hefty mammaries. "Suck me, Louise. Suck me off in your fat 
mouth." 

She landed her face down in his crotch. She sucked his prick head into her 
face and didn't stop sucking until she absolutely had to in order to get a 
breath of fresh air. She loved the feel of that hot meat stroking her mouth. 
No other feel really made her happy. A big fat cock in her mouth was the 
best eat she could get. Of course, on occasion she would have to eat an 
asshole, or lick a tit or two, but for the most part she was happy to have a 
big 

prick. Maxwell's was especially nice. She could stroke the length of his 
meat in one long breath. Her tongue travelled easily up and down the hefty 
meat, and soon, after the dick was sufficiently hard enough, she planted her 
tongue in his hot nut nest. 

*Oh, yeah, Louise," he moaned to the fat whore, "you do know your stuff." 

"I may be fat," said Louise with a quick breath, "but I am a professional, 
you know." And with that she replanted the cock in her face. She was able, 
with a quick move from her tongue, to take the entire first quarter of 
Maxwell's large cock and keep that much of it in her face, between her 
sucking, rolling wet lips. The rest she tied together with hot, pudgy fists. 
She pulled on the joint, exercised her screwing face with it, and made sure, 
by use of her hands, that the nuts received plenty of hot stimulation, too. 
It was nothing for her to think about getting the rest of that mighty sword 
of flesh down her face. She loved the hot hog so much, that even if it were 
a jumbo, giant-sized prick, she'd have shed blood to get it in her face. She 
licked and sucked and kneaded the meat with her hands finally, in order to 
get that much more of it in her mouth. 

"Oooooh," moaned Maxwell, "Louise, that's really good the way you do that. 
Honey, you're 

very, very good." 

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, but she kept the hot poker in her 
face. She was sure not to let go of the hot middle leg. It meant a great 
deal to her that she be able to satisfy this man. After all, the happy 
customer was the best recommendation in the world. A simple good word to 
Tess that she had given this fellow Maxwell the suck of his life, and Tess 
would call her all the time for sucjh oral tricks. So Louise was careful for 
many reasons to give Maxwell a long hot blow job. 

"My God," hummed Maxwell, "you got me going now, honey. I love that lip 
action you do on me." 

"Oh, really?" she asked, holding his rod close to her chin. She pushed it 
here and there against the loose flesh on her face. There was plenty of 
lubrication on his dick, so she was able to get plenty of slipping and 
sliding going and it was easy to keep him hard. After a while she asked him: 
"Is it good. Mr. Maxwell?" 

"Why don't you call me Max?" he suggested. "Oh, yes, Max, is it good?" 
"Very," he said. "I like it a lot." "Mmm," she said. "It seems to me you 
could use a little asshole ream too? Eh?" "Why not," said Max with casual 
abandon. 

"You do that toor 

"Everything," she said. "I love to do around the world treatments. You know 
what I mean? It's nice for me that way." She smiled and told him to roll 
over and spread himself out on the bed. Then she climbed up between his 
legs. She used her hands to spread his buttocks open. "Oh, my," she said, 
"I'm going to have an especially good time in there." 

She spread his meaty buns and started in for the ass crack. But then she 
stopped to give the buttocks themselves a nice little treatment. "I want to 
make sure," she said, "that you're good and hot, Max. You know that it's 
much better that way, eh?" 

"Sure," he said. "Go ahead and feel up my butt, honey. I like that too." 

She rolled her palms across his ass cheeks. Her flabby hands worked the 
flesh in his ass. Much of what he did was for his benefit, but a great deal 
of the sensuous pleasure was calculated just for herself and her own 
desires. "I like to do this," she said honestly. "I like butts and buttery 
skin. You have both in a nice combination." Her fingers worked away on his 
ass. 

"I want the ass treatment now," he told her. "Lick it and all." "Sure," she 
said. 

"Good." He waited patiently. "I like a woman who can follow orders." 

She kjaeeled down to his crack. She used her hands to spread open the buns. 
Then she saw the dark meat of his ass crease and she stuck out her tongue. 
"I'm going to get that meaty likeable crack," she told herself. She dove in, 
and licked, from the base of his spine to the back of his balls. And she 
went back for more, too. She licked and sucked and kissed. Sometimes she 
worked on his buttocks, and there she would lick and kiss, especially. 
Finally it came time for the big plunge into his bunghole with her tongue. 
"I'm going in all the way now," he heard her say. But then, for a moment, 
Maxwell didn't feel anything. 

"What's going on?" he asked. But just then he felt that wonderful long 
tongue meat of hers going to work in his shit canyon. Louise had buried her 
meaty mouth muscle so far into him that it felt like a part of himself. He 
loved the feel of that hot tongue buried inside his shit tube. He wondered 
how long she would keep up the good work. Her tongue went twirling, like a 
soft cyclone, reaming him out the way he never expected to get it, and the 
way he always loved to have it. "Mmmmmm, nice," he hummed to her. "I love 
that suck action baby, and I love that long hot tongue 

of yours in my shit hole." 

"Good," she said. "That's very good because I love to ream out assholes. 
Nothing else gives me so much pleasure." Again she buried her fat tongue in 
his needy bunghole. The tip travelled down to the inside of his shit tube. 
There she swirled her muscle around an[ around and she made sure to get his 
ass waving up and down before she removed that long feeling thing from his 
butt. "Did you like that?" she asked. "From the looks of that long hot hog 
of yours you really did get off somewhat on it. I think you really like an 
asshole ream better than you do a good long suck job. Is that right?" 

"To tell the truth," said Maxwell, "I never gave it much thought. But now 
that you mention it," he continued, scratching his vacatec bunghole, "I 
think I like both quite a bit." 

"Mmmm," she said with a hum, "maybe I should give you just a little more 
tongue." 

"Is this for me or you?" asked Max. 

Louise blushed. "Me." 

"Sure," he said kindly. "Go ahead." He propped up his bunghole by kneeling 
on all fours, on his hands and knees, and he waved his hairy buttocks in 
Louise's anxious blushing face. "Go to it, honey," he said. "Lick me out." 

She took a great deal of pleasure in supply- 

ing him with all of her long hot tongue. She jammed it in hard and fast, and 
she made sure that the lovely shit tube, this time, was so slippery that she 
could fill him to the brim. "Oh, fucking-a," he cried, wobbling in ecstasy, 
"that's a very nice ream out there, honey. You do know your fucking ream 
action." 

"Of course," she said, yanking her tongue out of his sphincter muscle. "You 
don't think I'd come up here and pretend I knew what I was doing, do you?" 

"Alright," he said, "what about a little more suck action now. Something for 
me, eh?" 

"Sure," she said. "Just show me that big cock of yours. You know how happy 
that will make me." 

He turned over and spread his legs open. She rubbed his pubic hairs and his 
belly and his legs. Then she supplied his meaty dick with a good serving of 
hot mouth. She wrapped her thick juicy lips around the head of his meat and 
she used her tongue to give added spice to an already well-seasoned suck. 
"You know," he said, watching Louise's face bob up and down on his joint, 
"you whores are worth your weight in gold. Where would the world be without 
you?" 

He smiled and took hold of the sides of her pudgy face. He worked her up and 
down on 

his stiff hot meat. The erection he had was one of his best. He could do no 
wrong, he felt, and some of his ecstasy came from the great confidence that 
Louise was able to build with her fat, wandering tongue. 

She wandered down to the base of his meat, for example, at the root, and 
there, like a coiled snake, her fat mouth muscle wrapped around his thick 
hog and slid up and down, like the stripe on a barber shop pole. Only 
Maxwell's big stick had never been treated so well before. He was getting 
the kind of hot love treatment that he felt he deserved. His meat was buried 
in the whore's meaty tongue. No part of his stick was left untouched, or 
dry. She had him so completely sucked up that it felt sometimes that he was 
inside a pussy. "God fucking damn, honey, I can't believe how well you suck 
me off. It's the best licks I've had in weeks. Really the damn fucking 
best." 

She didn't bother stopping for compliments. She slid up his body, kissing 
and sucking and making sure that his nipples, even, were well taken care of. 

"Oh, God fucking damn," he moaned again. "I love that suck action, baby. 
Don't stop." 

Louise had no intention of stopping. She was just getting started in fact. 
Another five hours of such suck and fuck was not beyond her wild 

imagination. When she arrived at his face with her lovely flapping mouth, 
she sucked his tongue down her oral tube. She sucked on it and she worked 
around and around his face. Soon she had him down flat on his back. 

"Yeah," he groaned, sucking her tongue into his face, "give it to me good, 
Louise. Give it to me the way I'll remember it forever." 

She kissed him hard and long and she made sure to get her tongue going every 
now and then in his ear. Finally, with a long French kiss on his mouth, she 
mounted his stiff rod. Up until then she'd been merely rubbing her bush 
against his cock. But now, rather than merely manipulate his much desired 
powerhouse penis, she decided that she would do best to get it down her cunt 
tube. "I'm going to get you in me," she warned him, and with that, she took 
the rest of his meat-on the first mounting she only got his mushroom 
head-into her sweltering hot honey pot. 

"Uuuuuhh," he grunted, "that's really something baby. I mean that's really 
the best mount I've ever had." She'd spread her legs around him and rode him 
bare backed the way she would have rode a pony. She had a good grip on his 
chest and she sat up on his mid-section with his huge flesh pole well inside 
the depths of her belly. 

"Oooooh," she moaned, like a real woman, not like a whore, "that's some meat 
you have there, Maxwell. Some fucking meat!" 

"You like it?" he asked, rocking his hips up into her crotch. 

"You bet I do," she said, sweating a little. "It's got me going very strong, 
and very nicely. I think I like it better than most things I've ever had in 
this world." 

"Good," he said. "Why don't you rub my chest a little bit now, while you 
rock on my dick, eh?" 

She took the cue and rubbed his hairy chest. He, for his part, reached up 
and rubbed her fat titties, her cherry nipples and brown caps. He loved the 
feel of her baby soft titties cupped in his hands while she slid up and down 
on his greasy sex rod. His pole was so greasy that it was possible for her 
to be up and down on it without either of them knowing. He could feel her 
slippery insides, he thought, and that was the most important part. 

"Ahhhh," he creamed at one point, feeling her lovely trained muscles going 
heartily to work on his stiff pecker, "that's the kind of love making that 
sometimes I think only money can buy. Or maybe I'm wrong about that, but 
somehow I think that most people don't give each other this kind of fucking 
at all. They 

just rock about and then go to sleep. But this is the kind of slipping and 
sliding that makes for real ecstasy, real sex, honey. I want to thank you 
for making this happen just right." 

"Ooooh, how sweet," said Louise the whore. "No one ever talked to me like 
that before. I'm going to give you something very special for being so nice 
-to me." She lifted her legs and rubbed down hard on his shaft. She gave him 
another jumbo squeeze, the kind of cunt suck that only a professional hooker 
could possibly give. He loved the way she slid up and down and all around on 
his hot hog. Most of what she did made him so hot that he thought he was 
going to explode all over the place, that he would flood the whole world 
with his huge orgasm of jism when he finally exploded inside her. 

"I'm going to rock you into a great big orgasm now, honey," she said. "Are 
you ready?" 

"Ready when you are," he said. "You just go ahead and let me know when you 
want it." 

"Just relax," she said, "because I'm going to give that big penis of yours 
the kind of a sweep squeeze that you'll never forget. Ready, Maxwell?" 

"Yeah, honey, just go ahead and rub my cock crazy." He smiled and stabbed 
upwards into her hot box. 

'"Oh, fuck," she cried. "I wasn't expecting that at all. That's when your 
fat cock really gets to working eh?" 

"Here," he said, pushing her off of him for a moment, "you roll over and 
I'll show you what a good fuck I can really be." 

She rolled over and spread her legs as he subsequently directed her to do. 
He took a look down between her thighs and found her pussy hot and leaking. 
Then he applied his hand to the base of his tool and he lifted his heavy 
duty meat to the site of her honey pot. When he arrived within firing range 
she opened up and said: "0.k., babe, give me that hot branding iron meaty 
joy stick of yours. You know it's going to be good." 

So he stabbed her cunt full of himself. He gave her all of his hot pecker, 
and then some. He gave her so much penis meat that she thought she would 
suffocate in her pussy. She was ready for him, but she wasn't ready for the 
hot pumping which accompained his tremendous affectionate fervor for her 
pussy. He gave her a good pounding with his sword-like flesh prong, and all 
that Louise the whore could do was wail: "Oh fuck! What a monster organ! 
Fuck!" 

Soon they were both sweating like pigs. The fuck was so good that it looked 
like they 

wanted to prolong the orgasm as long as possible and they both knew that if 
they could keep that slipping and sliding going for another five minutes or 
so, they would get the greatest thrill of their lives, a mutual climax. And 
yet, Maxwell knew that the fat prostitute would probably not come, just 
because she was so large, and fat Louise knew that he would probably not 
want her to juice all over his rod, but that she would anyhow. 

So it was that they were both wonderfully surprised when the hot ooze began 
to pour, his come into her twat, her clit juice up and down his boiling rod. 
The meaty fuck was one of the best for them both. 

When it was done, Maxwell rolled off of Louise and said: "That's why a whore 
is so good. She gives a nice fuck." 

"Thank you," said Louise. She looked down at her very satisfied pussy. "It's 
not often," she told him, "that you get a customer willing to take the time 
to give a girl a good long hot fuck. But I suppose with such a nice meaty 
boner like yours, it's no big problem." 

She then looked at his hot pecker and saw that it was covered with hot 
juice. "I'm going to clean you off, just to make sure that you remember me 
to Madam Tess, eh? It's sort of her trade mark that every one goes out 
clean, 

if you know what I mean." 

"Sure," said Maxwell, "knock yourself out." He stuck out his rod and 
pointed. "This what you want to lick a little of?" 

"Yeah," she said. She went down on his hog with the intention being to clean 
it up good. But she licked it right on up into a big fat boner again. "Oh, 
me," she sighed, "what are we going to do with that long hot fuck stick?" 

He smiled and winked at her. "Three guesses?" 

They didn't finish for about two hours more. It was a great fuck session for 
both fat Louise and for the customer, Mr. Maxwell. 

And Madam Tess, who sat comfortably counting her money in the parlor that 
night, was also happy with the fuck at the house on Charles Avenue. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

If fat Louise was the woman least requested by customers of Madam Tess's 
house on Charles Avenue, then skinny Donna must have been the whore most 
often requested by her customers. 

Donna was not really skinny. In fact, she was a buxom blonde, as well-built 
and trim as they come. And come she did! As often as possible! She had long 
angular limbs, and a full set of the biggest knockers in the house. They 
were pear-shaped titties that hung down like ripe fruit, and many a man 
would pay dearly and tip extra just to have a chance to sprout a boner and 
pick those fruit of Donna's. She had comely thighs, slender legs with 
beautiful skin. She wore a black negligee, and it went well with her blonde 
complexion and silky blonde 

hair. If you had to give Donna a rating on the system of letters, she was 
all triple X. There was nothing about Donna the whore that was not lusty, 
sexy and dangerous. She could make most men come instantaneously just from 
the mere sight of her. She was that pretty, that nice . . . that naughty! 

So it was that there were many men who asked for her. With a steady list of 
requests, a waiting list was often used. But on one particularly lucky 
spring day, lucky for Andy Carter, Donna was free and meandering the parlour 
when Andy showed up looking to buy himself a piece of tail. 

"Well," said Madam Tess, "I don't know who's available, but I'll take a 
look-see." But Andy had already seen that fine shape of Donna's and he knew 
that she wasn't just then fucking anyone because she was standing in the 
parlour. "I want her," he said pointing his finger at lovely blonde Donna. 
"And I'll be willing to pay whatever's necessary." 

"Mmm, I see," said Tess. "Donna, what do you say?" 

She shook her titties in Andy's direction and said notthing, but then, 
suddenly, never a sweeter sound was heard by Andy's ears: "I'd love to fuck 
such a handsome man." 

"Mmm." said Andy, "Donna, you have made 

a splendid choice." He followed her up the long staircase. Her ass waved 
right and left in front of him. She wore a short skirt that rode up and 
revealed the back of her smooth legs. She had fine long thighs and there was 
just the slightest bit of peach fuzz growing there, not enough to shave, but 
just enough to call furry. He ran his hand along the backs of her smooth 
shapely thighs as they approached the bedroom where he would consummate his 
lust for her incredible body. "What tits," he thought to himself with glee. 
"What hips! What legs! What a cunt she must have in there between such 
smooth fine loins!" 

When they arrived at the bedroom out of which Donna worked, Andy was 
blushing and heated already. "I want you so much, honey," he intoned her, 
"that I can hardly wait." 

"Well," she said, shutting the bedroom door, "why don't you step over here 
and let me take a look at your thing, Andy." She smiled and waited for him 
to join her at the sink. "Come on," she said, "don't be too shy now. We have 
plenty of time and we want to use it well." 

He stepped forward, and as he did, he kept his eyes glued to her fine face, 
her pretty nose and lovely lips, her fine clear blue eyes, and her long, 
silky blonde hair. He could hardly believe that any minute now he would have 
his cock 

in her hands, that she would be washing him, preparing him to screw her 
sweet cunt. "You know," he said, stepping up to the basin, "I never thought 
I'd be so lucky as to be able to afford a wonderful woman like you." She 
wasn't any older than he was, and it was clearly a mistake for him to 
idolize her so much. But she was the least likely girl to be considered a 
whore. She had none of the tawdry used look about her that many prositutes 
have. Rather she looked a bit shy and mellow herself. She was used, that 
much was for sure, but only by men who wanted to use the finest things, in 
the best way possible. 

Now he stood at the basin. "Here I am," he said timidly. 

"Yes," said Donna, "and I'm going to take very good care of you, too, Andy. 
You just watch my hands." 

He watched her smooth slender blonde hands travel across his belt. They 
worked the leather and metal latch open, and then they plunged down into his 
trousers. They worked down so far that he could feel them looking for his 
cock. She hadn't undone his zipper, however, and it was going to be rough 
going. 

"Are you aroused?" she asked him. "Already?" She'd come upon his erection. 

"Yes, very much," he admitted. "You make 

me very hot, baby, and there's little or nothing I can do about it." 

"Oh, yes, there is," she said slowly, wiping her upper lip with the tip of 
her red tongue. "There's a great deal you can do about it, honey. And I'm 
going to show you all of it." 

"Oh, God, yes, do," he muttered. "Please." He turned red, blushed and turned 
away. She slid her one hand out of his trousers, left one in his groin to 
fiddle with the head of his meat, and she used her free out-of-the-bag hand 
to rub the area of his crotch and cock and balls from the outside. "You tell 
me," she said, "if you like what I do, now, won't you?" 

"I like it," he said, "when you rub like that. That makes me feel awfully 
good." 

"Would you like to see me undress?" she asked continuing to rub at his 
crotch with both hands, one in, one out of his pants. She had a good grip on 
the bulge that could only be his hot lusty prick. 

"Of course I want to see you undress," he said finally. "Who wouldn't?" 

"Do you want to see me naked, Andy? Or you just want to see me undress so 
that you can fuck me?" 

"Does it matter?" 

She laughed. "Not really, but should I get undressed before I wash you or 
after." 

It was obvious. The sooner the better. Before. "Now," he said, "undress." 
She was so lovely a whore that he had forgotten that it was he who paid for 
her performance, for her beauty, for her flesh. "Immediately." 

She smiled and reached behind her blouse, her shirt, whatever it was that 
Andy perceived as between himself and her lovely titties. "Oh, damn it's 
sticking again. Would you get it honey?" 

He knew she meant the zipper, but the way she said it made him think of her 
cunt. He reached behind her and grazed the soft nape of her neck on the way. 
"Oh, here it is," he said. He had the zipper in his hand. He pulled it down. 
It sounded like clothes tearing, ripping from her body, and from his. It was 
just a zipper. But under the zipper was soft blonde skin that would tan in 
the sun, that would go pink or hot red with lust, that would be next to his 
in a little while. "Oh, God," he thought to himself, "I'm going to love 
fucking this dish of cream, this pie of delight!" 

"Mmm, Andy," she sighed, undoing the rest of what was really a sweater 
skirt, "I think we're going to enjoy each other's company." 

"That's putting it mildly for my side," said Andy. "I'm going to ravish your 
body, just for openers, honey, and then I might rape you, 

and after that, I'm going to eat you in the smallest bites imaginable. 
Piranah fish don't take as small bites as I do." 

"Promise?" She smiled clean white choppers at him. 

"Cross my heart and hope to die," he stammered back at her. 

"Go sit down," she said. "I'll undress for you." 

He sat down on the edge of the bed. She pulled her sweater shirt over her 
head. She was a good stripper. She moved slowly, and she took her time. She 
knew she was beautiful, and though she knew that beauty didn't last forever, 
she also knew that neither of them were just now concerned with forever. 
They were concerned with maybe an hour at the most, and more likely their 
real consideration would last for the number of strokes it would take for 
Andy to fill her hot pussy with the kind of orgasmic jism that boils before 
it even squirts into the cunt tube. 

"My, my, my," she said, seeing his hard-on enlarge as she took to undoing 
her bra. "You're a regular tiger, Andy. We are going to have some fun." She 
undid the strap that held her big smooth titties up into the position that 
made for cleavage. And the large nipples fell down, to Andy's way of 
thinking, in slow mo- 

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tion. They glided off to the side and seemed to point away from her body. 
She had on only her skirt now, a skirt and heels, and her hair was coming 
down and naked too. She reached for the wooden dowel that creased a piece of 
leather that held her long blonde hair in place, and she pulled the piece of 
wood and down fell a long mane that would have brought thousands in a slave 
market. She combed the hair once with her fingers, and then she undid her 
skirt. She kicked off one heel, then the other, and then slid out of the 
skirt, too. She wore only silk underwear, also black. She asked him if he 
wanted her to take those off now, and he said yes. She came over to him and 
said softly with a hot whisper that tingled in his ear: "You do it, Andy. 
You take off my black panty underwear." 

He blushed and reached for the underwear. She sat down on the bed next to 
him and he reached for her panties. She lifted her legs so that he could get 
his hands underneath and pull them that way. He did and on the way his arms 
grazed against the smooth skin of the backs of her thighs again. He slid the 
black panties slowly down around her hips. She was pretty everywhere and 
especially in her pussy where a big sandy blonde bush camouflaged a lovely, 
thin slit line below. Juice trickled down 

her pubic hair and filled the room with her fine, feminine aroma. "My God," 
he uttered, "you are the prettiest fucking whore I ever saw." 

"Now, I am," she said. "I wonder what I'll be like a few years from now." 

"Don't worry," he said. "A few years from now you'll be even more beautiful 
because you'll be a rich whore." 

"Mmm," she said, "I sure hope so, Andy." 

She got up and walked over to the sink again. "It's time," she said. But 
Andy was watching her smooth baby soft ass cheeks sway left and right and 
back again. Her tits, and even the nipples, and even from the back view, 
could be seen swinging. They were large and soft and ready for sucking. He 
could tell just by looking. He was wonderfully warm inside as he approached 
the sink. "Now," she said, "let me get your clothes off." She reached for 
his belt and undid it all the way this time. She had his pants down around 
his feet, and she could see that he was getting a good tumescense under his 
underwear. She pulled those cotton briefs off, too, and said; "Oh, nice, 
very nice. We'll have a good time with that. Bring it up here." 

He stepped up and she took his hot pecker, stiff already, in both of her 
soft little fists. 

She wrapped his meat as if trying to keep it warm enroute to the sink. There 
she covered him with water that was just the right temperature. His penis 
neither shrank, nor did it grow as Donna applied the water. But when she 
began sliding her hands back and forth along Andy's rod with the slippery 
soap, then he began to tingle and his cock began to grow again. 

"Oh, God," he groaned, "this is too damn good to believe. Don't let it stop. 
Just keep rubbing like that Donna. Please, rub like that. It's good." She 
smiled and smeared soap and oil and water everywhere along his prick. The 
oil she got from next to the sink. It was some sort of softening cream, and 
mixed in with the soap and the water, it worked perfectly to give Andy the 
kind of hard-on that Donna could work with and enjoy. "That's a pretty 
pecker now," she said, rinsing him off. "We're going to use that meat for a 
lot of laughs and a lot of fun, eh, Andy?" She smiled and walked passed him 
to the bed. But on the way she allowed her smooth blonde hip to rub 
gracefully, to slide against his hard cock. 

"Come on," she said when she arrived at the bed, "it's time for some real 
hot action, honey. You know how to give me some hot action, don't you?" She 
tossed her legs open. "I 

want it right in here." She pushed her fingers down into the soft crack of 
her pussy lips and then she spread open the wet orifice. "You can put all 
the action you have, Andy, right here inside my hot little twat slot. That's 
where I want it honey." 

He smiled and came over to the bed. "But first," he said, "I want some 
sucking, Donna. You know how to give the best suck, I bet. Those lips of 
yours are so pretty and sweet." 

She threw her head back and gasped. "You have no idea how I love to suck 
penis, Andy. Why didn't you say so?!" She came forward and pulled him onto 
the bed. She made him lay down and spread open his thighs. Then she climbed 
down so that she could lean on her slender elbows, and her tits dropped down 
to touch the bed while her hands wrapped Andy's pecker in small warm fists 
that guided the head of his meat into her hot moist mouth. 

"Oooh," he sighed as his meat arrived in that delicious sucking mouth of 
hers. "That's perfect, honey. Really the best fucking beginning I ever had." 

"You just wait," she said casually licking the mushroom head of his cock. "I 
have so much tongue for this handsome cock of yours that you won't believe 
it." And with that Donna went licking up and down the length of 

his shaft. She treated it like a lollipop, and she made sure that every lick 
was one calculated to turn him on even more. Her tongue wrapped around the 
base and rubbed upwards, or she coiled her mouth muscle around one testicle 
and just shook that hot nut until shivers appeared on the long fuck stick 
shaft. 

"Oh, shit," grunted Andy, "that's what I call a really nice licking for my 
penis, baby. Really nice." He shoved his cock up hard into her face. "How's 
that? Can you take that?" 

"Take it?" she said. "I love it." 

He jammed his meat harder up into her mouth. He rocked his hips in order to 
fill her oral cavity with as much of his pecker as she could swallow. From 
the looks of things, it appeared that she would be able to get nearly half 
of his giant flesh wedge into her face. This was an accomplishment because 
Andy had one of the biggest joints that Donna had ever had the good fortune 
to suck and lick. 

When she'd thoroughly lubricated the big stiff cock, she licked it again, 
just for luck. Then she looked up at Andy's blushing face. "You ready for 
the real action?" she asked. He held her by the shoulders and pulled her 
sweet blonde body up close to him. Her titties rubbed on his chest. He could 
feel her nipples popping this way and that while he pressed his 

open mouth and hot tongue down into her face. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "that's 
nice, honey." 

"I know it's not right," said Andy, "but you know what I want to do? I want 
to eat you out, baby. I want to suck out your slippery insides and really 
get you going. How about that?" 

"I love it," she said with a big smile on her face. She had clean white 
teeth and lovely thick lips. He pushed her gently down on the bed and used 
the palms of his hands to start his stroking action in her loins. Her legs 
were smooth there, hot and moist and slick, and they led up to the perfectly 
formed wet bush that covered her hot slick slot. He probed that pussy 
entrance with one finger. He went gently, like a gardener working on the 
petals of a flower, and opened up her oozing slit. The juice was slick and 
greasy and the insides were heated, slimy, even greasier. He ducked down 
between her smooth thighs and pressed his mouth lips to the lips surrounding 
her vagina. He kissed her open cunt, and then Frenched it, too. He went 
searching inside for the little piece of meat that he knew would trigger all 
sorts of lovely, vigorous thrusting from her hips and from her pussy itself. 

"Oh, yes," she moaned, as his tongue waved in and out of her twat chamber. 
"That's the way to make me hot."-He used his hands, too, 

to slide up and down on the tops of her smooth blonde thighs. The flesh was 
so slick that he wasn't sure if he believed his senses; perhaps, he thought, 
she was still wearing some sort of silk stockings. But it was her skin that 
was so soft, and the inside of her pussy that was so slippery. He filled 
that honey pot full of his hot tongue, and that's when he discovered her 
large, thrashing clit. 

"Oh, fuck, yes," she moaned, "that's it, don't let it go, rub hard!" 

Dutifully, he probed and stabbed and jammed his tongue at the hard little 
erection in her cunt. Donna angled her hips 'so that more of the clit would 
be hit with Andy's tongue. She pushed her open hole up into his face to get 
the most benefit from his long mouth muscle. Her clit began to depend on 
those meaty strokes from the outside, and it looked as though they might 
both be able to count on a really fine orgasmic finish. She thrust her hips 
up higher, slid her hands under her butt so as to keep her ass free for 
stimulation if he should have the time, and continued to rock in his face. 
"Oh, fuck," she would moan on occasion, or "Jesus Christ, give it to me 
harder!" And harder he would do it, too, sending his tongue like a big steel 
nail into her hole to hit and hammer at her clitoris so that she 

might be prepared for lusty orgasm. 

"Oh fuck," he groaned, finally, "I'm going to fill you up with hot fuck 
stick, baby. You gonna come like that?" 

"Oh, please, yes, Andy. That's what I love the most, honey. Give me that hot 
meat of yours, babe. One big fuck stick in there is the best thing of all." 

He sat up and climbed on her body. He cupped his hands around her long firm 
titties and he jammed his finger into her hole. "A little finger fucking 
just to get the juice going, hon. Just to be sure, eh?" 

He used his index finger in her asshole, for a little taste there, and his 
thumb in her cunt. He squeezed and this stimulated both holes at once. "Hot 
shit," she cried. "That's the best I ever had it, honey. Don't stop." 

He squeezed and then he jerked his thumb out of her twat and his finger from 
her butt hole. It seemed that he wanted to have the real McCoy, and it 
looked as if she was ready, hot and passionate and lust and horny for his 
stiff as steel meat. He sent his dick sliding along the inside of her leg 
and the head landed near the target. She reached down and took his penis to 
her twat lips. There she applied the pointed mushroom head the way she might 
have used a tool. She held his dick from the 

back end, used the base like a flesh handle, and she pushed and pulled on 
his cock in order to get the mushroom cap sliding nicely against her pumping 
clit meat. To add spice to this sexy action, she heaved her hips up and down 
and sideways and thereby slid up against his horny meat twice as many times 
as she would have otherwise. It was a nice smooth ride for them both. 

"Oh, fuck me," she wailed finally. She let loose-her hold on the root of his 
cock and he jammed down into her. Now he would drill her the way he wanted, 
the way she was counting on it. He grabbed her legs and thrust them up over 
his head. She wrapped her tender blonde loins, slick and slimy the way they 
were, around his hot face and pressed against his ears. He could feel their 
heated passion getting him ready for the final bang. His cock worked in and 
out of her hole down below. 

"Shit," she said, "I need a little stimulating in my asshole too, honey." 

He slid a hand down to her butt and pumped a finger into her shit tube. 

"Oh, God, yes," she blurted out. "That's it." She began to come all over his 
jerking rod. He, too, came close to orgasm with this last pump on his meat. 
But, still, he resisted the temptation to let himself go. He wanted to fuck 
the 

whore silly, to make her moan and cry with ecstasy the way any other woman 
might if she was as beautiful, as sexy, as horny as Donna. He wanted her 
panting and gasping and breathing even louder and harder and faster than she 
was already. He wanted her sweating ooze, not just flowing it from her cunt 
as she was now. 

"Fuck me!" .she cried to him, her hot twat lips opening up and sending her 
spray everywhere. "Fuck me, Andy! Give it to me, please!" 

He knew she was begging for his sperm. So he waited to pump her three or 
four more times. Suddenly, he could feel her nice tight whore muscles going 
to work on his dick. They began to milk him, to contract first at the root, 
then along the stem, and finally on the head of his big fuck stick. He could 
feel the juice from her hot wet twat sliding against his stick of meat. Most 
of all, he could feel her hot loins opening up wider and wider for as much 
of his body as he wanted to give her. He gave it all to her. 

"Oh, Andy," she wailed, "you are the best fuck I ever had, honey. No one 
ever took the time before. You give it to me just right, baby-doll. I love 
you." 

He knew that she was a whore and that she probably didn't mean that'she 
loved him, but 

he liked feeling like a hero. He smiled in his heart as he drilled her again 
and again, nailed her to the squeaking, bouncing bed. They were making a 
mess, spreading juice everywhere, and the noise must have been heard 
downstairs. It was a violent, realistic and sweaty fuck. They would both 
need showers when it was over, and they would probably talk in order to ease 
their way out of the great physical intimacy they had acquired. 

It was then, with the thought that he might not ever see her again after 
this fuck, that Andy pounded his meat hardest into Donna's splendid narrow 
wet tube. He let go of his hot sperm juice and filled her up, flooded the 
canyon. There was sticky wet come juice everywhere. When he was done fucking 
Donna, Andy rolled off of her long lean blonde body, and kissed her fine 
titties one last time. 

She sat up and looked in her twat. "You did something really nice for me, 
honey. You made me come. I never had it like that before. You know that?" 

She was a changed woman. He liked her, even more than the moment he saw her 
nude, and now he wanted to buy her altogether, to have her just for himself. 
He told her so and she laughed at first, but then ,she thought about it. She 
told him that she would give it 

consideration and that the next time he came to the house on Charles Avenue 
she would let him know her answer. Then she leaned down and licked his cock 
clean of all the juice that was there. 

By the time they left the upstairs quarters where they had been sucking, and 
eating, and fucking, there were a line of men waiting in the parlour to fuck 
Donna, the sweetest skinny whore at the house on Charles Avenue. 

Andy wondered, as he left the house, if perhaps one of those other men would 
also give her the pleasure he had, and in the back of his mind he realized 
that because she was a whore, no matter how well he knew her a few moments 
before, he would never know how she treated other men. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Among the most interesting clients of the house on Charles Avenue were the 
occasional fathers and sons. Madam Tess always showed defferential treatment 
for such relatives, for the father no doubt was nervous that his young son 
would not perform, and the son, wondering all about the matter of sex 
anyhow, was worried about numerous things: the cunt, the tit, the suck, the 
fuck itself. 

So Madam Tess, when one Wednesday afternoon she espied such a duo 
approaching the steps to the Charles Avenue house, made haste to warn the 
others in the house that the next trick up was a special one, like a 
birthday party. She greeted the guests herself, with a 

warm hug for the father, Dave Gadder, and his son, the fourteen year old 
Tommy. 

"It's time, Tess," said Dave. "He's got to be finding out about the real 
McCoy now. Don't want him pulling his meat and the like." 

"Quite," said Tess. "Right this way. And what kind of lady would you be 
liking, young Gadder?" she asked the boy. 

He looked up blushing. He hadn't given much thought to it, most likely, or 
at least that's what everyone assumed. But the boy spoke up finally, saying 
in a whisper to Madam Tess that he wanted a dark lean woman with a good set 
of big knockers and a smooth pussy. 

"Well, well, well," she said, "that's what I get for assuming that a 
fourteen year old don't know what he wants in the world. Dave," she said to 
the boy's father, "the lad wants to spend a hunk of your money on a girl 
named Arlene. She fits the bill exactly, and, well, she's a might young, 
though nowhere near fourteen." 

"Will she suck him off?" asked the father. "Give him a good ream and all?" 

"Whatever you or he wants, honey. You know that." 

"Well, then," said David Gadder, "it'll be money well spent." He paid Madam 
Tess in advance and joined the other waiting clients 

in the parlor. 

Meanwhile, young Tommy Gadder went up stairs to the third floor of the house 
on Charles Avenue, and he was escorted by Arlene, the girl of his dreams. 

"You sure are big for your age," she told him on the way up. "Fourteen, 
that's a bit young, isn't it?" 

The other girls who passed them on the stairs whispered. "He's just a boy," 
and "I wonder if he has a full pecker yet," and "Look at that, a child 
molester!" But Arlene held on tight to Tommy's hand and made her way to her 
room on the third floor. 

"Don't let any of those other whores get to you, Tommy. There just jealous 
of you and I getting to fuck a little. After all, I'm ten years older than 
you and that makes them think that they could be getting a nice young cock, 
but they're not. So that's how it is." 

Tommy thought'to himself that the woman was a bit talkative, but when she 
drew him over to the sink, and she saw his big young meat and she said only 
"Oh, my," he began then to like her. She rinsed his cock, soaped it up good, 
and rubbed a nice smooth lather this way and that along the pecker. Within a 
few quick strokes from Arlene's trained hands, Tommy's dick was standing at 
attention like a 

good scout. "Look," he told her, pulling his meat out of her hands, "I ain't 
never fucked anyone before, so how can there be something to wash here 
anyhow?" It was, actually, a lie. 

"That's right," said Arlene, "I never thought about that. You are one very 
bright young man." But she finished washing him anyhow, because that was 
part of what his Daddy had paid for. "Now," she said, "do you know the kind 
of sex you'd like to have young man?" 

Tommy was big for his age, but there was no question about his being young. 
He had no idea what was involved in making love. "Listen, Miss Arlene," he 
began, "I just don't know even what there is to do. My Paw brung me here 
cause he thinks it's time. You want me to . . ." 

She sensed his nervousness and was tempted to take him back downstairs and 
cry outrage at the fact that the child didn't even know what he was doing. 
But then she realized that on two counts she'd be throwing something nice 
away: the money and the young cock. She loved young men, and that was 
probably why she'd been chosen by Madam Tess to do a number with Tommy. 

So, anyhow, she decided to go about the task of making the young man as best 
she could. "We have to be friends first," she told 

him taking Tommy's hand. 

"Then you undress," said Tommy. "My father said I could get whatever I 
wanted from a woman here, so I want you to undress, Arlene." 

She smiled reluctantly, and with even more forebearance she withdrew behind 
a screen and took off her clothes. She came out wearing only her panties. 

"That's more like it," said the teenager. "Now, how about a little action on 
my cock." 

"Is that what you want?" 

"Got to start someplace," said Tommy. "Better there than on my thumb, eh?" 

"I never thought of it like that, but I suppose you're right." She smiled 
and climbed up on the bed where he sat with his legs spread. "Let's see that 
hot cock of yours, honey." She leaned into where the teenager's prick was 
standing on end. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, leaning down to suck it up into her 
face. "It's nice and firm already." Her titties were within the reach of his 
small but strong hands, and he took advantage of that fact. His young hands 
leaned over and cupped her big full titties. "Nice," he said, "I like 
those." 

"Well," she said, "you just wait and see how nice and firm they get as we go 
along." 

"Oh, boy," said the child, "that's gonna be 

a lot of fun." 

"Yes indeedy," said the whore. She smiled and went back to his erection. She 
slid the meaty little twat sticker up in her face. She knew that there was 
magic in a young man's penis, and that whatever the size it was still 
capable of performing all of the sexual chores it might be called upon to 
do. So she went happily about her whore's task of making the meaty little 
pecker into a big stiff dick that would ram her through and through. Sure 
enough, a few minutes later, the massive teenage cock was a swollen, blown 
fisture, ready to penetrate rock if necessary. 

"Wow," said Tommy, "I ain't never been that hard before, Arlene. How'd you 
do that?" But he knew how she'd done it. He'd watched her suck up and down 
the length of his sword like meat, and she'd been able to turn his stiff 
meat into a giant, jumbo log. Already he was prepared to jump on her and 
stuff her with his meaty dick. 

"You know what," she suggested, though, before he had a chance to challenge 
her to a . fuck already, "let me give you a little asshole ream, just to 
finish off that perfect pecker of yours, eh, Tommy? What do you say?" 

"I like that," he said. He sounded strong, but in fact he didn't know what 
an asshole ream 

was. 

"0.k.," she said, "up on all fours." 

He turned on his hands and knees and waited for the next order. But there 
was none. However, the whore was spreading her palms across his smooth ass 
cheeks, and that must have had something, he thought, to do with this thing 
called the ass ream. She ran her hands smoothly here and there along his 
buttocks, and then she pulled his ass with both hands. He felt open and 
bare, naked, vulnerable. And when her tongue began sliding in and out of his 
bunghole, he began to feel good, but funny. He wanted to laugh. And when he 
did, she felt rejected. 

"I'm sorry," said the young man, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Can 
you tell me, does my father get such a thing as this ass ream when he comes 
here?" 

She answered simply: "All the time, every time." 

"Oh, remarkable," said the youthful man. "Well, I guess I better see what 
it's all about." 

With that, young and lovely Arlene began work on his butt. She slid her 
tongue along the rail of his ass, and she filled the trough with fresh 
saliva. She spread the hot juice, like a good whore, everywhere, even onto 
the backs of his hot little nuts. Then she peeled 

the meaty buttocks back, opened up the sphincter with one little finger, and 
leaned down to lick the crater of his asshole. 

"Oh, my," he said, "that does give a bit of a chill, eh?" 

She didn't bother answering the young man's nervous questions. She merely 
continued to ream on his crack. Soon she grew tired of sucking his groove 
and wetting it, so she went back to work on the shit tube itself again. 
Finally, she splayed her tongue across the backs of Tommy's hot nuts one 
more time. 

"Oh, shit," he grunted. 

"That's more like it," she said enthused to hear him enjoy some of the hard 
work in his butt hole. "I don't like to say this, but I was beginning to 
wonder about you, honey." 

"Don't wonder," he said, "just suck me off a bit." 

She went down between his young muscular, but not yet fully developed legs 
and there she began to lick. She licked the muscles in his thighs, the hot 
nuts further up in the crotch, the sparse pubic hair, and finally the joint 
itself. This was what she loved to concentrate on. The hot hog of a young 
man or old man, it made no difference, was all the whore Arlene needed to 
see. It melted her into a bowl of jelly. She could come, sometimes, just 
from 

being in the presence of a nude man. She loved meat that much. 

So you can imagine how happy she was to be sucking on this nubile penis 
offered up so nicely by the young Tommy Gadder. "My, my, my," she cooed, 
"you do have a nice big stiff one there, Tommy. It's going to be a nice fuck 
for you after all, honey. Very nice indeed." 

She rolled over onto her back and said: "Now come up here and give me a feel 
of your hand." 

He offered his hand for her use. She spread the fingers and pressed his palm 
against her titties. Only this time she wanted him to move lightly, not to 
press too hard. So she held him away from the hardening nipples and drew 
small circles with his hands. Then she pressed him into the chest tissue 
with more force. Tommy was happy to comply. Finally, she took his finger and 
led it to her cunt. She pushed it into her twat muscles and he discovered 
how juicy and wet she could be. His cock began twitching even as he felt her 
up with his finger digit. 

"Yes," she said, "it's going to be awfully nice, eh? Tommy?" 

He was out of it, blinking his eyes and knowing nothing. He was oblivious to 
the words Arlene spoke. He was all flesh now, all young 

hot passion. Before Arlene could say another two words, he jumped onto her 
hot wet box with his big stiff phallus and shoved hard. He was a lot 
stronger and heavier than she thought he would be, and his meat went 
pounding down into her cunt where it nailed her to the bed. 

"Oh, my," she moaned, "that's really good. I mean that's just right, honey. 
You don't need lessons at all. What you need is your own whore!!" She was 
genuinely carried away with the great passion the young man could afford her 
with his marvelous flesh spike. He worked his meat inside her as though he 
had fucked a million women. He was some kind of boy genius. He flushed her 
with his sword of flesh, stabbed and drilled and nailed her down to the bed 
with it. She went bouncing and craving more. "Oh, honey," she begged, "rub 
it into me. Make my twat itch, honey. Give it to me right!" She twisted and 
jerked and heaved her hips, and the young man continued to thrust his 
powerhouse rocket fueled meat into her hot little twat. He might have been 
young, but his prick was as old as a fence post, and just as big. 

"My fucking Lord!" wailed Arlene, her lovely titties going bouncing every 
which way while Tommy slammed his hog into her juice box. "You are too 
fucking much, honey!" 

''Yeah, good," said Tommy. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." 

"Mmm," she hummed, oblivious to his obvious sarcasm. "I love it like this." 

"Yeah," he said, hesitating before sliding his entire prick shaft all the 
way into her again, "you sure do get a kick out of a penis meat, don't you?" 

"You bet, kiddo. There's nothing more satisfying in the whole world for me." 

He slid a finger down between her legs and poked her with it. "You like a 
little digit action too, don't you?" He twirled his greased finger in her 
shit filled asshole. 

"Well, yes," she had to admit, squirming under his passion packed meat 
thrusts, "I guess I do like a little something in each and every hole." 

"I'd say," said the young man, "that you like it more than that. I mean you 
have to do it all the time, isn't that right?" He slammed his pecker hard, 
deliberately rough, into her cunt tube. Simultaneously, he poked her again 
with his finger. 

"Yes," she screeched. "Yes, oh, God fucking yes! I love it all the time!" 

He pulled his twitching but non-orgasmic penis out of her twat and climbed 
up higher on her body. He poked down along her arm. His" 

meat fell deliberately into her arm pit. "Fold up," he told her. "I want to 
feel that arm on my meat. So fold up!" 

She closed her arm on his cock. He could feel the small ridges in her arm 
pit, the layers of flesh. He didn't like the feel there as much as in her 
pussy. So he rubbed his way out and down her body back to the pussy pit 
where he had earlier so enjoyed himself. 

"Are you going to have yourself an orgasm?" he asked her. 

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe, if you keep fucking me properly." 

"Good," he said. "I'll give you some nice hot hog that will make you want to 
come all over the place." He stabbed her slippery insides with his spike. 
She writhed in ecstasy. "Oh, shit," she cried, "that's what I call being 
fucked properly." 

"Good," he said, "go ahead and come then!" 

"It's not that easy," she explained, "and besides, it's supposed to be your 
day today. You come first. You're the virgin." 

"That virgin stuff is a lot of shit," said Tommy Gadder. "The fact is I 
fucked a girl last year. My father brought me here so he could sit around 
with the whores. That's how it really is, honey." 

"You little son of a bitch tough guy-" 

"What do you care?" he asked. "You get paid anyhow, and you get my nice hot 
pecker inside you, too. What more could you ask for?" Just then young Tommy 
Gadder shot his wad. The juice flooded Arlene's hot twat box. There was a 
good supply of juice going most everywhere, and there was no telling if 
Tommy had finished shooting off. His prick was twitching, alright, but 
Arlene couldn't be sure if it was come continuing to come out, or if the 
young man was just very excited. So she pulled her hips away and took a 
look. Sure enough, the young Gadder boy was still spraying. 

"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled at her. "I'm having a god damn 
orgasm and you pull away? I can't fucking believe it?!!" 

"I'm sorry," she said rocking her hips up around his meaty dick and catching 
what remained of his semen spurts, "I'll not do that again, Tommy." 

"Forget it," he said. He rolled off of her and his spent meat flopped around 
on his leg. 

She got up and leaned over his penis. "I was just jealous," she said, "of 
the fact that you got to come and I didn't. That's all." 

"Not very professional," said Tommy. 

"It's just been one of those days," admitted Arlene. 

"Ah, that's o.k.," said Tommy, "everybody makes a mistake now and then. Why 
don't you just lick my dick to show me you didn't mean it?" He smiled and 
sadistically waited. 

She leaned down, weary of the young boy's bad manners and poor timing. But 
then she was getting paid for the work, so it should not have bothered her 
too much. 

Soon she'd pulled his meat up to a new and large erection, merely by sucking 
on him with her fine thick lips and big brown titties. "I like the suck you 
give," he told her. "You know how to work on a fuck stick." 

"It wasn't all work," she admitted. "I kind of like giving head to a good 
meaty rod." 

"Nice," said Tommy. "Let's fuck again." 

They made love two more times, and then they went downstairs to the parlor 
where Tommy met his father with shy, retreating looks that belied his 
situation. "You had a good time, son?" asked David Gadder. 

"Oh, yeah, Dad," he said calmly. "What about you?" 

His father blushed, and Madam Tess saved the moment, saying: "Well, now, 
like father, like son?" She smiled and showed the gentlemen to the door. 

After they left she smiled at young Arlene and said: "Oh, well, just another 
day on 

Charles Avenue, darling. We'll get over it." She lit a cigarette and 
retreated to her window box. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Occasionally, but rarely, a customer might complain about the services he 
received at Charles Avenue. He would let Madam Tess know, however, about his 
source of dissatisfaction, and she would do everything she could to repair 
the situation. 

On one occasion, for example, a customer requested a hooker who would be 
happy to run her finger up his. asshole. And yet when the man told the 
hooker that that was what he wanted, she refused. She cited no reasons, just 
shook her titties and her nipples and gave him no digitation. "Well," said 
the anal customer, "you better believe I'm gonna get my money back." Then he 
stomped out of the room, down the stairs, all of this in his birthday suit, 
and he complained to Madam Tess: "Woman up 

there won't do as she's told. Got to get me a new whore." And for all sorts 
of reasons, Tess checked into the matter and found the customer a new woman, 
one who would perform all manner and sort of operations on his asshole, or 
his dick, or wherever and whenever, provided, of course, that these things 
were paid for in advance. 

Now and then, however, a girl just plain fucked up. She didn't screw the guy 
the way he wanted it, she didn't suck him off properly, she missed catching 
his jism in her face, and that had been part of the bargain, or she'd been 
fired and wasn't available at all, and that was the real reason the man had 
come anywhere near Charles Avenue at all. 

In such cases as these, where no matter what was done there was little that 
would repair the immediate situation, Tess promised a special suck from a 
special lady (or a ream, or a fuck: the choice belonged to the customer). It 
was her "Ace in the Hole woman," a girl that Tess had chosen especially for 
only such Public Relations matters. Her name was Else, and as the name 
implied, she came from the Scandinavian countries. No one knew for sure 
where exactly in the Scandinavian countries Else hailed from, but they could 
tell by her looks that she was either Norwegian or Swed- 

ish. Most men bet that she was Swedish. 

For one thing, Else had a kind of lovely accent, that no matter what she 
said sounded beautiful. But more importantly, she had big firm blonde tanned 
tits. They weren't your ordinary melons, these Swedish breasts, rather they 
were bigger and firmer, hotter just to look at, let alone grab onto for the 
flesh carpet ride of your life. 

Else knew how to move, too. She would swing into a room and all eyes would 
be upon her. Or on her ass, anyhow. Her ass was made of two of the roundest 
buttocks in the history of buttmaking. She had perfectly curved moons for 
butt cheeks. They looked like miniature beach balls, they were so soft and 
pleasant looking. 

And Else wore lots of just the right kind of perfume, skirt, and blouse. Her 
aroma was as sweet as a field of daisies in bloom, touched with a bit of 
cunt muskiness, and her skirt and blouse always revealed just the right 
amount of tanned flesh, either breast meat or snatch of thigh. Such a woman 
as this had to be Swedish. There were no two ways about it. 

Else made many women envious of her, and she just plain made many men. When 
she started at Charles Avenue she was a regular whore like anyone else, but 
then, when all the action 

went her way, and none of the other cute whores got any business, Tess had 
to divide things up. So Else ended up with the com-plainers. She was well 
paid, but she didn't work all that often. 

Anyhow, one afternoon while Else was strutting it back and forth on the 
third floor, the buzzer rang. Delighted for the opportunity to work, Else 
puckered her lips in front of the mirror in a practice suck. Then she 
investigated her buttocks, just to make sure the flesh was packed right and 
round for a possible utility fuck, and finally she reached into her pussy to 
see that there was enough juice for what ever action at all might be 
required of her. She was, in so many words, a jack of all trades. She raced 
downstairs wearing only her skirt and heels and a simple blouse. 

"Mm, yes," said Madam Tess. "Here is a raving Swedish beauty just as you 
requested, sir." She was talking to a big gentlemen, who looked much like a 
farmer. Just from the looks of him Else could tell that he was going to be 
hard to handle, and that, she supposed was the reason she'd been called to 
work with the gentleman. "I'll take her right now," he said, giving her the 
once over. "Where to?" 

"Upstairs," said Madam Tess, "but you be careful with her. You hear? You be 
careful." 

Else was scared. She waved her hips, however, and wagged her buttocks, 
smooth round orbs that they were, just to show the big farmer type that if 
he treated her right that there might be some friendly fucking and sucking 
to do. 

But the moment they arrived at the room, and the moment the door was shut, 
the man threw her across the room with one arm and shouted: "I'm going to 
fuck the living daylights out of you woman, so don't get any idea about 
farting around with me. I paid my money, and I'm gonna have my good fuck 
from you, desirable or not as far as you are concerned." 

Else had no idea what to do in this situation. She would be only too happy 
to give the farmer type a royal fucking and an excellent ream. After all, 
for money she'd do just about anything, but on the other hand, she didn't 
need to be treated like dirt. She sat up in the corner of the bed where the 
man's thrust had left her. "My name is Else," she said, lowering one 
shoulder so that the strange strong man could get a good view of her lovely 
full mammaries. "I want to be your friend." 

"My name is Robert Steelwill and I don't need any friends." He undressed 
quickly and efficiently. Then he approached Else at the bed. "Come on now, 
sweetheart, you needn't 

be that much afraid of a Steelwill. We're all of good stock and ready to 
fuck when the time comes. You must understand something so simple as that." 
She smiled and regarded his massive meat. He was a very well hung man, and 
he was getting firm as he approached Else. 

"I must wash you," she said in a tense voice that even she didn't recognize 
as her own. "Your penis must be washed and rinsed before we do anything 
else." 

"You undress," he said, watching her closely. "Then we'll wash my prick. Not 
before." 

She pulled her blouse over her head. Her big firm mammaries fell down on her 
chest. The nipples, probably from fear, were erect and ready for sucking. 
And chills crawled on her arms, slender tanned limbs, and across her chest. 
"Mmm," she hummed, "you should bring your meat to me now." 

"I said undress," said Steelwill, "and then I'll wash. Maybe your puss isn't 
worth washing for." 

She started to get up, thinking of leaving, but then she remembered how she 
needed the money. She shook her tits, and the nipples turned cherry red. She 
pulled off her skirt and her shoes. Steelwill couldn't see her cunt from 
where he was. She had it buried under the protuberant sandy blonde bush. 
"Alright," she 

said, "now wash." 

"Not until I see what I'm going to be dipping into," said Steelwill, his 
eyes and voice as cold as steel. "Then, when I see if you're hot and wet 
enough, and if you're woman enough, then I'll let the likes of your kind 
touch me. You are a whore, woman, and you'll do what I tell you to. If only 
because I'm bigger, and stronger, and more able to beat the shit out of you. 
Do you understand that much? Or are you too much a heathen even to protect 
yourself from the strength of a man's muscle and meanness?" 

She smiled and spread her legs. "Look for yourself. It's all there and it's 
ripe as could be. You won't find one better Robert Steelwill, and I don't 
intend to let you touch me now unless I first wash that hoary meat of 
yours." 

"It's not old, daring one. And now, as I said, since I've seen your cunt, 
I'll have you wash my penis." 

They met in neutral ground, both nude, both inflamed with themselves and 
their curious tempers. She started the water, and he put his cock up on the 
edge of the sink. "There you be, sweetness," he said with obvious sarcasm. 
"Don't treat it like anything less than it is, a magic wand made to give you 
pleasure." 

She looked at his boned cock. The ridges of cartilage were predominant, and 
the large vein on the top side of the shaft, bulbous with fresh hot blood, 
pulsed into the spearhead tip. She stroked the meat with one finger from one 
hand, and then she palmed it with that hand. Her other hand she used to pat 
it on the topside, where the vein pulsed. 

Steelwill, for his part, inspected more closely Else's twat. The lips 
surrounding her vagina were clamped shut, but they were locked by a line of 
clit glue. The hair around and adorning her pussy curled and beckoned the 
farmer forward with his finger. He went slowly, with the middle digit of his 
left hand, toward the center of the sandy blonde pubic patch. If he 
continued in this direction, he would fill her cunt with boney digit in a 
matter of seconds. But if the finger stopped and felt it's way here and 
there between the sliding folds and soft outer skin around the vagina, it 
might well take hours for the initial rubbing and fucking. Steelwill 
considered both options.' He could afford all the time in the world. Money 
did not matter to him. But the fate of his prick counted a great deal. If 
supplying himself with a hefty piece of ass would make the day go by more 
easily, then he would certainly take his time with this Swedish beauty 
called Else. But if 

she were only a bitch, and if her skin were not smooth and soft to the 
touch, if she did not know the ways of her profession, if she was an oaf and 
clumsy, then he would be better off fucking her cunt as though he were 
masturbating. He wanted to know what kind of woman Else was. 

Else, for her part, was willing to let Steelwill get to know her. She was 
not, however, going to submit to insult and degradation if that was what the 
man desired. He had a large body to go with his large cock which she 
presently washed. His shoulders were big, brawny, and brown. He was an 
out-of-doors strong man, the kind of big man who could easily break Else in 
two. She considered this as she spread lukewarm water across his firming 
penis. She applied soap and oil and made sure that the meat was slippery and 
capable of going in any hole without further lubrication if Steelwill should 
suddenly explode and attack her. She kept her eyes on his eyes the entire 
time that she washed his hefty meat. Then she washed off the oil and soap 
and dried him. They'd made it through round one. When he had talc on his 
dick he grabbed her by the arms and held her off the ground: "Are you a good 
whore? Tell me that Else, are you a good fuck for Robert Steelwill?" 

"Put me down," she hollered at him. "Leave me go, you fucking heathen. 
You're hurting my arms." 

Steelwill looked at Else's arms where he held her. She'd turned red already. 
He released her and she slid down to the floor. Her large tits shook and her 
big nipples went limp as fear replaced desire. "See what you've done to me, 
you ugly bastard ?" She inspected her arms and her nipples. 

"It was an accident, lady, and I'm sorry if I bruised you. But you have a 
way that insults me." 

She paced over to the bed and sat down. 

"Now," he said, "open your cunt again and let me look in. If it's right we 
can get on with this." 

She spread her full, muscular tanned thighs. Between her legs was the fine 
bush and succulent cunt that so many men would gladly pay for with their own 
flesh. Steelwill stared. "It's a good pussy, Else. A good fucking pussy 
there." He didn't say more, but he sat down on the bed and his big hard hand 
landed on her thigh. He rubbed her brusquely, pushed at her flesh and rolled 
her leg inwards and then out again. "You have nice legs, Else. They're 
smooth. Soft as peach fuzz." 

"And you're still a brute," she moaned. "So 

come on and get your money's worth, Steelwill. It'll be a pleasure ... to 
see you leave." 

He raised his hand and was about to come across her face with the back of it 
when something overcame him. He could not stand the sight of a beautiful 
woman cowering before him. 

"Hit me," she screamed. "Go on, hit me and make yourself feel better, 
Steelwill. Hit the fucking trollop that wants to give you nothing but 
pleasure but can't because you are too hard. Hit me, you asshole bastard!" 
She reached up and grabbed his wrist. She pulled on his fist, jerked his 
heavy dark fist toward her chest. "Don't you want to hit my tits, Robert 
Steelwill? Don't you want to kill my cunt? Come on if you are so strong, you 
ugly fucking asshole bastard!" 

He winced but kept from letting loose of his powerful muscle. 

"You are an asshole, Steelwill, you know that, don't you?" She was trying to 
make him hate her, to get him to give in from the beginning. 

He slid his open palm along her soft as baby flesh. He moved up slowly 
between her open thighs. Her twat was open, the lips somehow peeled back, 
and the slit which lead to her fine, narrow grease tube shined with ooze. 
"I'm go- 

ing to fuck you," he said between straight white teeth. "It's going to be a 
fuck that I can remember and one that you will not forget, Else." 

She spit on his shoulder. He was convinced of his direction now, though, and 
nothing would stint his steady moves forward. The spit dripped down his arm. 
He moved closer to her, and then he held her by both thighs. She complained 
that he was hurting her, but it was plain now that it was not he who was 
intent on hurting her, rather it was the other way around. He held her 
thighs open so that he might move into her, so that he could get to her 
cunt. The closer he came the more she retaliated, screeching and spitting 
and scratching his body with her nails and her fingers. But he moved like 
the Leviathan himself and his only object was her open twat channel. Soon, 
despite her heavy blows to his chest and his shoulders and his head, he 
would be inside her cunt. It was only a matter of time. 

When he did arrive, the meat was as juicy as could be. It was Else's way of 
saying that she was hot and lusty to beat up this man. It was a special 
method, perhaps, of testing whether or not a man deserved her. She was much 
like a mare in training. She needed to be mounted and trained, bridled with 
a good hot 

cock. It was this that Steelwill was willing to do. He moved swiftly at the 
end, and made his way down onto Else's body. She tried to prevent his easy 
entrance with blows to his back and shoulders and face, but she, too, knew 
that the battle was now his. "You fucking asshole!" she wailed. "You come in 
here and think you can take me over like some piece of land that your 
ancestors worked up into profit for you. You think that you own the world 
because of your big long cock! You think you have a right to me because you 
have money and power and muscle!" 

But it was no good. He had her by the wrists, now, and he pushed her down on 
the bed on her back. It was really his battle from the beginning. Her fight 
was a performance that had long ago been lost when she first sold her twat 
for a farthing in some European country where she hadn't had food enough for 
that night's hunger. But now she'd wanted to protect herself again, not to 
give herself away in that manner, and it was against Steelwill that she 
re-fought the battle. But it was useless. 

He had a big flesh prong and he attacked her like an animal. He held her by 
the wrists and pushed her screaming, protesting body downward under his own. 
Despite her struggle against him and the strength it required to sub- 

due her long blonde body under his, he remained taut in his erection. His 
fuck stick protruded like a gun that would soon be ramming home some final 
victory, and, of course, some other defeat. 

He rubbed his muscular flesh against hers. He pushed and shoved his body 
hard against her soft skin, against her luscious tits and her smooth belly. 
Her skin was like satin and velvet, or silk. He rubbed his hot and horny 
flesh against the best that Madam Tess had to offer, and he won. It was a 
flat out, hands down victory of Steelwill against Else. He rubbed his penis 
up into her twat space and no matter how she squirmed and wiggled and kicked 
and bit and scratched, his cock continued to work down into her cunt. The 
sensitive head of his meat rubbed at the fleshy outer shell and lips, and he 
was getting close to filling her entirely with hot flesh cock. He finally 
moved quickly to make her submit. He planted his large cock, from stem root 
to mushroom head, all the way down inside her Swedish pussy. 

"You fucking bastard!" she wailed at him. "How could you?!" 

He grabbed her by the titties and let her flail at his back. But his meat 
continued to rummage through the flesh storehouse between her smooth, hot 
loins. The more he rolled his 

penis muscle in her pussy, the harder it became for her to resist him. 
Finally, subdued, she began to cry. The stalty tears ran down her face to 
her chest where Steelwill held on tight to her muscular titties. The salty 
tears and her sobbing meant nothing to him. He continued to jam his hot meat 
into the whore's twat hole. Soon, he figured, she would give in all together 
and either act out an orgasm, or live one. In either case, his penis would 
be inside her pussy waiting for the end result. And it would be one hot fuck 
for them both, he hoped. 

While he waited for her to come around and to squeeze on his cock, he 
remembered the first whore he ever slept with. Sh was a raving red-headed 
beauty built with all the equipment needed to run an entire city block, if 
she had wanted. She had big mammaries and fine long legs. But her pussy was 
the real thing that made her good. She could do tricks with it, smoke 
cigarettes out of it, fart with it, but most of all she could give one hell 
of a sloppy, slippery fuck with it. That was why he went to her. There were 
other whores, too, he recalled as he kneaded the flesh on Else's buttocks. 
There were whores who sucked him off so fast that he forgot where he was, 
and there were other whores who had the nicest lips in town and couldn't get 
jism out of him if their 

lives depended on it. 

"You fucking ape," cried Else. 

"Else, Else," said Steelwill, "what are you worried about? I have a big cock 
and you have a nice piece of ass to give me. It's that simple. So come with 
me for this one last ride. I give you all the fun, and you give me all the 
fun- we'll both be very happy." 

She cried a little longer, thinking to herself about how she might have 
escaped if she hadn't answered the buzzer, but now it was much too late. She 
gave a little bird like chirp and then she lifted her smooth legs, her long 
tender loins up into the air around Steelwill's head and neck. 

"Ahhhh," he sighed, "now we can get down to business." He began ramming his 
hefty prick in and out of her hot pussy. The juice flowed easily now. Her 
open legs and her moaning were all for reasons of hot lusty passion. There 
was no stopping her. She wailed like she had never had sex before in her 
life. It didn't matter to her that she was forced to fucking Steelwill, it 
was only a game anyhow. And the game was all over. Now it was cock and cunt 
time, hot passion and lust time, pussy and penis and balls and breasts. It 
was going to be orgasm for both of them, the only way out. 

"Mmm," she hummed, as Steelwill's prick 

shoveled her insides first one way and then the other. "Ooooh." 

"Yeah, honey," said Robert, "you give me the fucking chills just the way 
they were meant to be had." He rolled his hips down into her heavy pelvis 
and creamed away. She, too, had a swift orgasm. Her submission to his mighty 
flesh wand had made it all possible. It was time to rest now. She slid off 
of his giant cock, and rolled over on her side. 

Steelwill apologized for having to leave so soon, and said nothing more. 
Downstairs he paid off Madam Tess and left promptly thereafter. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Among the regular visitors to the house on Charles Avenue, one was the 
landlord, and, naturally, he took the rent out of someone's hide. 

Usually it was the hide of a young harlot named Mary. She had long slender 
legs and arms, very pretty hands, and nice round tits with cherry nipples in 
the center. And Wallis, the landlord, made sure that he got for himself, at 
least twice a month, a good feel of all of these flesh parts. Mary did not 
object, and, in fact, thought it rather nice that through her efforts the 
rent of a three story building was totally paid. Naturally, the other girls 

chipped in and repaid her for the dollar value of her fucks with Wallis. But 
somehow, there wasn't exactly a fair trade. 

For one thing, Wallis could suck on Mary's tits for several hours. He was 
strange that way, in that he would suck on one nipple for thirty or forty 
minutes and not bother with anything else. Like a baby. 

Other than this, however, his fucking with Mary was quite heated, and 
usually very successful. "Mary," he would say, "come on down on your knees 
and let me have some of that mouth action." And down Mary would go, between 
Wallis' knees, there to suck his long wormy point into a rather handsome 
spike. "My, my, my," he would say, "you do turn me on, you bitch whore." And 
then he would take his monster organ and slam it down her pussy hole. 

One day he arrived with his hat in hand and was anxious to get off a quickie 
before trotting on home to the folks. Impatiently he paced the parlour room 
chatting nervously with Tess until Mary finished with an earlier customer. 

Finally, when an elderly man had left the house, and a few minutes had gone 
by, Mary showed up downstairs. "Oh, boy, for an old man," she said, "he 
really knew how to carry 

his sword the distance. Hello, Mr. Wallis, aren't you a bit early for this 
sort of thing?" 

"A bit early," said the Madam Tess, "and in a bit of a rush, too." She 
smiled, dragged on her cigarette, and indicated with an aside of her lowered 
hands that Mary ought to trot back on upstairs with Wallis in tow, there in 
her room to cash the rent for everyone. "Well," said Mary, "I suppose I must 
have a bit of a talk with you, Mr. Wallis, eh?" She gave Tess no sort of 
pleasing look as she trundled upstairs again so soon after another visitor, 
and an old one at that. 

"Now, now, now," she had to say to Mr. Wallis who was pulling at her skirts 
already, "you mustn't be doing that, Mr. Wallis. Least wise not until. . . 
." 

But Wallis insisted on getting his head down in between Mary's sweet thighs. 
His tongue licked her hot loins, his puckered lips kissed her here and there 
on his obvious journey to her pussy, and finally, he slid his whole meaty 
tongue muscle into Mary's hot twat. "Mmm," he sighed, "what's that delicious 
flavor?" 

"Oh, that," blushed Mary, "is just a little of my favorite perfume, Mr. 
Wallis. Do you like it? Tess made it for me." 

"Oh, yes," said landlord Wallis, "it's got a 

kind of sweet sea flavor, if you know what I mean." The ooze dripped down 
his nose on his upper lip. He tongued it into his face. "Read to fuck dear?" 

"Certainly," she said, lifting off her blouse and skirts, "As ready as you 
are, sir." She showed him all of her lovely pussy. The fat lips opened up 
and revealed a long slippery tube inside. There was a full wet and greasy 
piece of meat for Wallis there, and he fully intended to get his fair share 
of it. He was undressed in seconds, and hard at it, rubbing and kissing and 
licking everything of Mary that he could get to. He jammed his tongue into 
her face, his hands against her full round titties, and his lips around her 
nice, delectable nipples. When he finished with these objects of fancy, he 
moved down to her pelvis backside and filled her dear bunghole with digit 
and finger. He gave her the proverbial ream out, and then some. He was not 
hesitant to use his tongue in that lovely crater, and found the use of her 
shit tube in this manner to be highly satisfying. He yanked his tongue out 
of the hole, at one point, in fact, and said: "My wife won't have this sort 
of thing, you know?" "Oh, sorry," said.Mary, quite heated and blushing. 

The more that he ate her-in any orifice- the more his prick grew long. Soon 
he had a full meaty boner the likes of which Mary was 

sure would skewer her if applied to the insides of her cunt cavity. But 
screw was exactly what Wallis had on his mind, and that was what they went 
to doing. 

"Ahhh," he smiled as the first portion of his massive mushroom prick head 
descended into her fine sweet orifice, "this is what I call earthly delight. 
My prick muscle feels so sensitive in there that I'm afraid I'll come and 
shoot my jism before I get even half-way down your sweet little tube, Mary." 

"Oh," she said, right on cue, "don't you worry about me. I get paid for this 
kind of work, Mr. Wallis. After all, it is my job." She was a good whore, 
and an especially good one to do Mr. Wallis as easily and as smoothly as she 
did. 

He rocked back in her flesh cradle and shot his full sex muscle down her 
tube. The entire length of prick flesh went darting between Mary's legs and 
filled her as well as any ever had. "Ahhh ... uuuuu ... ooohhh," she bleated 
in ecstasy for the landlord Wallis. "That feels so fucking nice, honey. I 
just love it!" 

Wallis pulled his head back and laughed. "Now comes the time where I really 
stick it to you, baby. You get all my hot sword. Ready?" He jammed his meat 
hard and fast, and he 

showed little or no regard for how far into Mary's hot pussy he shoved his 
fat fuck stick. He wanted to make sure that he was considerably satisfied 
before he pulled his joy meat out. "Mmm," he hummed, "that is what I call 
sweet meat, baby. Very sweet meat." 

Mary rocked her hips for the landlord. She gave him every flesh advantage 
that she could think of. She went out of her way to open her pussy, to push 
her nipples up in his face, to keep her ass open in case he wanted to dip a 
finger into her bunghole. Finally, he suggested doing something besides 
fucking: "Up the asshole, honey. I think that would be nice." 

Dutifully, Mary turned over and up, and supplied the landlord with a perfect 
shot and angle at her sweltering asshole. The sphincter was open wide, the 
anus tube was narrow and tight and dark-what could be more enchanting-and 
the sweet thighs; for rub platforms, could not have been smoother. 

Wallis lifted his prong up to the shit crack. He rubbed this meaty flesh 
spike into the fine groove. He was also sure to help himself to a good quick 
grease rub from Mary's hot pussy before applying himself to the ultimate 
task of running her asshole through with his mighty stiff meat. But when the 
time came, he went about the job like an amateur: "Oh, my," he 

complained, "I'm not sure that it's such a good idea after all." 

Mary turned around and pulled her own buttocks apart for him: "Now what do 
you think, Wallis?" 

"Oh, my," he moaned, "it does look rather interesting that way." 

"Come on," she said, "I can't keep my legs open and my ass parted like this 
forever." 

He lifted his meat and stabbed it down the hot little tube. He wanted to be 
sure that he got a full serving of that tight asshole center, so he jammed 
much harder than necessary. Mary took it like a pro, and she didn't dare 
move or swear. At least not out loud. Inside she was thinking of all sorts 
of complaints for Tess and how the other girls ought to share in the burden 
of the landlord fuck. But for right now, with his meat up her rear, there 
wasn't much she could say or do. So she threw her ass cheeks this way and 
that way and tried to pry the landlord's dick free with a quick orgasm for 
him. But it was no dice. 

"Oh, my you are squirming," he said. "It makes my dick feel so good all 
over! I can't tell you." 

She hated to hear this. She wormed her way forward, but he grabbed her by 
the back of 

the neck and jammed her downwards into the mattress. "No, no, no," he said, 
as though scolding a naughty child. Mary submitted to the exhausting 
pressure in her asshole. 

"Go on," she said, "jam it up good. But when you finish, remember, that 
there will be another time and I won't be quite so willing." 

The landlord was a businessman, and he knew that what Mary said had some 
merit. He yanked his rod "back from her anal tube, and the mushroom head 
popped out in his hand. "Ahhh," he said extra loud so that Mary might mark 
his words, "that was just wonderful!" 

'Tor you maybe, you big bully," said Mary. 

"Now, Mary," said the landlord, "you know that you're the only whore here on 
Charles Avenue who I can feel free to show any affections. 

"Free is right," pouted Mary, shaking her soft round titties and folding her 
arms. "Not one cent of it do I see." 

The landlord may have been a penny pincher, but he was also cognizant of 
what a bit of money spent well might do for, shall we say, future relations? 

"Mary," he said, "I just happen to have brought a little something extra 
with me this time. We've been squeezing the budget and I came up with this." 

She turned around and saw that he had in his palm a ten dollar bill. She 
wondered whether to hold out for more, or take the double saw buck. "Why 
thank you," she said, taking the money, "but it is rather a small sum." 

"It'll have to do," said the landlord. He dressed and left her alone for a 
moment, saying: "I'll be right back, my honey bunch. Just you wait here." 

A moment later he returned and pulled his pants off again. "I've just enough 
time for another quick fuck, dear. Isn't that wonderful?" 

"What could be nicer?" she asked in a small voice. "Let's go." She showed 
him her twat and opened her legs. "There is your average ten dollar vagina. 
What do you think?" 

The landlord leaned in with his tongue and gave a quick slop. "What do I 
think? I think marvelous! Amazing what can be done for ten dollars these 
days. What will they think of next?" He gave her another swabbing with his 
tongue. The tip probed for the clit, naturally, and soon Mary reeled in 
ecstasy. She had a fresh hot mouth muscle grabbing hold of her meaty little 
twat penis. It was seventh heaven for her. 

"My, oh, my," she moaned, grinding her cunt 

into the-landlord's face, "I sure am glad you came back for more. This is 
rather the best yet" 

"Ahhhh," he mumbled into her open pussy. He slurped up the rolling muscles 
and then down. The juice flowed steadily out, and down his tongue it went, 
onto his chin, onto the sheets. "Mmm," he hummed, "what pure delight." 

"Yeah," said Mary, "really the best. I got to have some of that cock meat of 
yours, too, honey." 

The landlord slid over and gave her access to his meaty dick. She swallowed 
up the head and used her tongue to make it get harder yet. She played with 
the mushroom tip, the ridge, and the full crown. She made sure to lap the 
sides of the big penis, too, to go up and down and well into the nut nest as 
well. She was rather expert at giving head, at one time it having been her 
specialty, and she hadn't forgotten most of what she knew. She chewed and 
gnawed and licked the mighty sword, and then, when she was taking a breather 
from licking and sucking, she rubbed the greasy wet cock muscle between her 
hands. "Mmm," she said, making patty cake with the sex flesh, "I like this 
hot hog." 

"Oh, good," said the landlord, "because I 

like this fresh pussy juice, too." He used his tongue to divide and separate 
the two hot lips surrounding the girl's meaty tube. He dove in full blast, 
and went every which way he could with his tongue. He was sure to get the 
slippery folds of her inner cunt flapping, and he made doubly sure to catch 
a good piece of her buggered asshole while he ate her cunt. He used his 
finger to work away on her butt, and when he'd had quite enough of her pussy 
with his mouth, he went for more sucking at her bunghole. 

"Oh, God damn fuck," wailed Mary, "that's swell. You really got my pussy 
rolling with that one, honey. I love it." She heaved her hips up in the air 
and when she came down he was ready to fuck her again. "Come on," she 
encouraged him, "finish me off, babe. Put it in there. You can do it." 

The landlord was only too happy to try one more shot in Mary's sweet pussy. 
How the other girls had avoided him was a mystery, but somehow she'd made 
herself available for the chore. And now that it was happening and she was 
the one it was happening to, she decided to make the best of it: "Ride me, 
honey! Come on, give me that pecker meat! Get it going fast and furious, old 
buddy! Gimme the fuck stick the way you know I like it." 

And so they went on, until, about thirty minutes later, the landlord 
departed for his home with his wife and children. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"I don't know," said the Madam Teas, "we have done everything possible to 
make that man happy, and still he doesn't seem to get enough of whatever it 
is he wants." 

She was referring to their neighbor, a Mr, Peekers. The girls had offered 
the man free fucks, free sucks, free everything, and still Peekers insisted 
on complaining and giving the house on Charles Avenue a bad name. "I'll tell 
you what," said sweet Dee Dee, "111 go over and have a little talk with him. 
Maybe one last try would do it." 

Dee was a sweet child with long dark hair. She'd been a whore for about five 
years, and she had a skinny body, but big, jumbo breasts. She knew how to 
move her legs, how to talk to a man, and most of all, how to fuck like a 

madwoman. She had the best reputation in town for good down to earth 
fucking. 

So it was a good thing that she headed over to talk to Peekers who, once 
again, was threatening to give the house on Charles Avenue a bad name. 

She made her way into his house and introduced herself as a friend of the 
people who lived across the street. She wore a nice blouse that allowed for 
her boobs to be seen, and for her nipples to protrude should she be in the 
mood. 

"Mr. Peekers," she began, "do you realize what would happen if the whole 
neighborhood on Charles Avenue talked about us the way you do? Why Madam 
Tess would be out of business in twenty minutes." She stroked Peekers arm. 
He wasn't an old man, but he didn't act young. She let her hand slide down 
to his leg. She couldn't help but notice that a lump appeared in his 
trousers. She kept talking: "The thing is, if you take'a look, that me and 
the other friends of Madam Tess, we make a living over there, and we take 
care of the house. If you go and give us the kind of a name like you have 
been there isn't anybody who's going to visit us, and then we're going to be 
poor, and that will be the end of me and all my friends. What do you think 
of that?" 

"I had no such design in mind when I complained about your loud parties and 
the number of people always going in and out." 

He wasn't as ornery a fellow as Dee Dee had thought he would be. "Does that 
mean you'll not bother us any more? Won't complain?" 

"Well?" he said, extending a long hand to her thigh, "I'd like to comply 
with your wishes, but I just don't know." His hand travelled up under Dee 
Dee's skirt, and toured her cotton soft crotch. "You don't mind me going on 
like that?" 

"Does it feel good for you?" she asked. 

He had his hand up where she wore no panties and where her legs were soft as 
silk. He worked his finger up into her open pussy and then pressed the back 
of his hand against the smooth tender loin of one thigh. She was dark in 
there between those skinny legs, and she was all whore and ready to travel. 

"You know," he said, "I don't see many women in my work, and I'm kind ,of 
lonely every now and then." 

"Oh my," said Dee Dee, "aren't we all?" She combed his hair with her 
fingers. "I wish it weren't so." She opened her long slender legs so that he 
could get more of what he wanted from her. "You go on and help yourself," 
she told him. "You make yourself right at home in 

there." 

"Why thank you," said Mr. Peekers. "I really do appreciate that." He toured 
her sweet smelling, soft tasting, honey pot with one long digit. "Mmm, 
good," he sighed. "He'd yet to see the insides of that heavenly tube, and he 
wanted desperately not to miss out on even one hair of whatever was there. 
"Can I ? Would you mind?" He indicated that he wanted to lift Dee Dee's 
skirt. "You promise not to complain any more?" 

"Oh, yes," he said. 

"Let me ask you something," she said. "You were offered lots of free fucks 
and sucks by all the girls at the house, and you didn't take any of them. If 
that's what you wanted how come you didn't take 'em then?" 

"Oh, that's simple," said Mr. Peekers, "it's because that was all offered to 
me over there." He pointed to the girls and the house across the street, the 
house where Dee Dee lived and made her money. "But this is here, in my 
house. I own this table, and this lamp, and what happens here is me and my 
people. Over there, that's business. You made me a neighbor." 

"Oh, yes, I see," said Dee Dee. But she didn't really. All she really saw 
was Mr. Peeker's picking up her skirt and taking a gander at the 

insides of her cunt. "What do you think, Peekers?" 

"Oh, nice," he said. ".Very, very nice." He stuffed his head up under the 
whore's skirt. Wandering with his tongue as guide, he entered Dee Dee's soft 
pubescent twat. The juice filled his mouth with a delicious taste of 
clitoris and twat chamber. "You are good at your work?" asked Peekers. 

"Some think so," she sr.id slowly, "why?" 

"Oh, just curious." 

Dee Dee watched her skirt talk. It was Peek-er's head underneath wandering 
here and there as he tasted this or that portion of her pelvis. Eventually 
he landed his tongue way up inside her pussy chamber and he left it there. 
"Mmm," he groaned into her twat, "this is nice." 

"Yes, indeed," said Dee Dee. "Very nice here, too." 

"I think maybe we should retire to some other place for the balance of this 
neighborly visit," said Peekers. "You know what I mean?" 

She looked down at his bulging - trousers. Then she looked across Charles 
Avenue at her friends who waited at the window box to find out the answer. 
She gave them the thumbs up hand sign and a cheer went out as Peekers 
carried Dee Dee up the stairs to his own bedroom. 

There he undressed her entirely. He ate her quickly with all the vigor that 
his tongue had ever had. He used his mouth muscle to fathom her pussy, to 
rub her twat, to clean out her asshole. He was as uninhibited at the age of 
thirty-five as most men are when they are fifty. His only problem was 
loneliness. 

Dee Dee did her fair share of eating, too. She took off the belt that 
supported Peeker's pants and pulled down the trousers that covered his big 
bulging meat. She found the thing ready to burst out or be cramped forever. 
She leaned down and licked it into shape. Soon Peekers, thanks to Dee Dee 
and her great sense of style and timing, had a big jumbo cock erection that 
was going to fill up Dee Dee's hairy wet twat. 

"You know," she said, "such a nice guy like you should have good fucking 
often. It would keep you in better shape, you know." 

"Yes," said Peekers, "but that's not always possible. So I settle for a 
piece here and there." He had to laugh at himself as he finger fucked lovely 
Dee Dee, the prettiest girl he'd seen in some time. He kept his finger 
twirling in her cunt, and she kept smiling and breathing heavy. 

Soon Dee Dee took Peeker's cock and she led him to the site of penetration. 
There she held his meaty joy stick by the handle and worked 

his head into her pussy entrance. The galvanized penis tip rubbed smoothly 
along the surface of Dee Dee's hot tube. "Oh, God damn fuck," she cried, 
happy to have such a lovely piece of hog working her over. "That's 
wonderful, Mr. Peekers. Absolutely wonderful!" 

"It's not bad for me either," he said, smiling at the lovely dark haired 
beauty he'd blackmailed into his house and into a fuck. "You know what, Dee 
Dee?" asked Peekers as he fondled her titties and stabbed her healthy clit 
and hot cunt tube, "I think this is going to be something very nice for both 
of us." He yanked his big long sword out of her tube and looked at it. "See 
my big meat? Isn't it nice?" 

"Yes," said Dee Dee, "very. I like it a lot." She stroked the long penis. 
"It's got a lot of character, that prick does. A lot of character." 

"Could hold up in a variety of situations," he added. "A strong rod." 

"Mmm, yes, no doubt," she said. "Let me have it back for a minute, eh?" She 
was getting horny and lusty and needed his meaty penis in her wet hole 
again. She wanted to finish off the fuck that they'd begun. 

"Sure," said Peekers, "lay back down and I'll give you the whole thing." 

She lay down and spread her lovely smooth legs. The inside of her loins were 
moist and 

it was everything that Peekers could do to keep from spending his hot come 
all over her silken legs. But he made his way, despite the distraction, into 
the fine sliver of breach where Dee Dee squeezed and milked at his entering 
shaft and mushroom head. His penis had never before felt so fine. 

"Ahhh," she hummed, "that's what I call the possibility of satisfaction. 
Uuuuuhhh. What a nice full length prick you have, Mr. Peekers. I'm not just 
saying that, either." She revolved her hips slowly around his big fuck 
stick. Then she humped herself up further onto it, took more of the base and 
the root portion of his hog for her pleasure inside her pussy. "Ahhhh . . . 
oooohhh . . . uuuuuhhhh," she groaned and moaned and panted and gasped. 
"This is real pleasure!" 

A few moments later Peekers asked her how she felt. 

"Good," she said. "What about you, Peekers?" 

"Oh, fine," he said. "Just fucking fine." "Were you worried?" 

"No," said Peekers, "I wasn't worried about me. But I was worried that you 
might not be getting the best fuck you ever got since on occasion of your 
work and all, I just didn't know 

"Don't you worry," said Dee Dee as she rolled her tight little twat on his 
hefty stick, "you are giving me one of the best fucks I ever got." She 
reached down to where his prick worked inside her pussy and he rubbed the 
portion of his meat that did not bury itself in her lips. "Mmmm," she 
sighed, "I love that meat." Then she put one hand on his ass and rubbed the 
groove lightly. She spread open his buttocks later, and she applied a finger 
to the inside of his bunghole. 

"Oh, God, fuck!" cried Peekers. "That is an incredible feel for all of me." 

"I thought you might like that," said Dee Dee, rocking and rolling around on 
his shaft, getting ready for the big orgasm that she'd been waiting for. 
"This is gonna be awful damn good," she moaned to Peekers. "You know that?" 
She was sweating and speaking in a high pitched voice. "I mean it's gonna be 
soon and it's gonna be good." 

"Uuuumph," went Peekers sending his sword into her wet twat for the final 
thrust. "Uumph, uuuumph, uuuuumph." 

"Oooooh," she cried in one long wail, "that's my fucking twat!" 

She shot her juices, and so did he. 

"Do I owe you anything?" he asked her afterwards. 

"What?" she wondered what he meant. But she looked down at his cock and as 
was her habit across the street for the Madam Tess, [*she licked him so 
clean it would not be possible to tell that they had been fucking. She 
wondered to herself if that was really a good idea, and when Peekers had 
fallen asleep, she took her clothes and tip toed backwards out of the room. 
In the hallway she dressed, and then made her way back to the house on 
Charles Avenue where the Madam Tess and the other whores her friends awaited 
her. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

When Greg Tabey showed up at the house on Charles Avenue he didn't know 
exactly what kind of a whore he really wanted. But he did know this: he 
wanted one with a soft cunt, with curly hair, with long legs, and with a 
sense of humor. 

"Ah," said the Madam Tess, "of course we have such a one as this. Just wait 
here." She rushed to the board and buzzed 22. When she came back she found 
the young customer comfortably seated in the parlour. "Yes, yes, yes," said 
Tess, cheerful as ever, "she'll be right down in only just one moment." She 
busied herself going hither and thither with ideas about what kind of man 
Mr. Tabey was. Tess was always, naturally, concerned about strangers with 
her girls. "Are you a working man, 

Mr. Tabey?" asked Tess. 

Tabey, young but able to handle himself, began to answer, but behind Tess 
came the woman he wanted: "My, my, my," he said, "I do believe you are a 
sorceress, Madam Tess. That's just the lady I've been looking for." 

"I want you to meet Ruth, Mr. Tabey. She's just as you described her, I 
believe." 

"Mmmm, she sure is," said Greg. "If you'll excuse me." He followed the young 
woman upstairs to the room where they would consummate their relationship. 

Greg was quick to kick off his boots. "Over here," said Ruth, who, just as 
Greg had requested, had curly hair and long legs. She was also tall and 
slender with large tits, the kind that hang down like grapes wanting to be 
picked. Her nipples, which were hanging out along with her titties from a 
large v-necked shirt, were cherry colored buds that Greg couldn't resist 
taking a quick suck from. He leaned down to her sweet chest and sucked 
Ruth's nipples right up. "Mmmm," she sighed, encouraging him, "you do have a 
nice way about you, Mr. Tabey." 

"Greg." 

"Yes, well, it's time to wash, Greg. Put your meat up here where I can get 
at it." He slung his prick up on the edge of the 

sink. 

"Oh, goodness," she smiled, "this is going to be a good fuck, I can tell 
that already." She blushed and went to work cleansing his penis as it was 
required she do by the Madam Tess. "You sure do have a nice long pecker, 
Greg." She finished him off with a wash cloth and towel. "And you have a big 
chest," he told her. "And I like to suck on tits. So we ought to have a 
grand time together, eh?" 

"You bet," said Ruth. She flung off her shoes and grabbed Gregg by the belt 
on his pants which were slipping off around his hips. "You come with me, 
honey." 

She took off her own blouse with one quick free hand, and when she swung 
around it was with her tits flowing freely in the breeze to be pressed up 
against Greg's nice chest. "Mmm," he sighed. She kissed him on the lips and 
shot her tongue down and then up into his face. He sucked on her mouth 
muscle and then slid down the side of her body, like a snail leaving track, 
and he kissed her long and hard in just about every place it pleased him. 
Most of all, however, he was sure to give special attention to Ruth's large 
mammaries. He tweaked the nipples, and twisted the little caps just a bit, 
and made sure that chills were working up along those hefty meaty titties. 
Then he went down to heavier 

chores, and Ruth ended up on her back on the bed in front of him. Naturally, 
her legs were spread wide open and Greg was quick to take advantage of the 
opportunity to fill the gap with his hot tongue and big torso. He spread her 
out, open wide, and jumped into her pussy with his mouth. 

"Oh, my," cried Ruth, "that really is fine what you do with your tongue 
there, honey. I mean it's terrific." She held him by the head and jammed him 
back and forth across her pussy. "Is there something you might be wanting me 
to do you for?" 

"Yes," he said, looking up, "I want you to be sucking on my dick when I come 
up for air. Got it?" 

"For sure," she said. "How could I not if I saw such a great meat like yours 
coming my way?" She smiled and Greg hopped up sooner than she thought he 
would. She spread her legs out for him and he took a flying leap for the 
inside of her mouth with his big hot hog. She caught him just right and the 
head of his mushroom prick went straight down into her face. "Mmm," she 
hummed, "I bet you'd be good at the four postet contest. Yum, yum, yum." She 
licked and sucked on his heavy duty meat until she was quite sure that he 
was nearly ready to come and then she asked: "Honey, 

you think you might want to come inside me or what?" 

"Oh, it don't matter," is what he started to say, "but I guess it really 
does. I want to come in your face, darling. Would you mind?" 

"Not at all," she said. She ate him for a while longer, and then, seeing 
that his cock was getting ready to fire off, she started tugging hard and 
fast on it. She pulled the big hefty fuck stick and soon she was squirting 
herself in the eye or the forehead and then in the hair, and once she missed 
and the splattering come went smacking up against the window pane behind 
them. But she kept pulling his meat, just to be sure that every last drop of 
the jism he wanted to fire was out. "Mmm," she hummed, when it looked like 
it was all over, "you finished?" 

"Not quite," he said. "I only just got started." 

He used his hands to rub her soft loins, to smooth and pat the lovely hair 
between her legs, and finally he used his digit from one hand to cram Ruth's 
cunt full of stimulation. "Oooh," she moaned, "that's so fucking nice, 
honey. I love that." She rolled her hips on his revolving digit, and then 
she asked that he put his penis in her. 

"Yes, mam," he said, jumping at the second 

opportunity. "You know I Would." He slammed his meat into her a few moments 
later,.He'd mounted her from the rear at first, but it didn't hold well 
enough, and he found that he and her both preferred the face-to-face 
missionary position. If it worked for missionaries, reasoned Greg and Ruth, 
why shouldn't it work for a whore and her customer? 

So they fucked their brains out for a little while. Greg was quite pleased 
with Ruth's long legs, her supple thighs, her splendid pussy and all the 
ooze there, and Ruth, for her part, loved his hefty meat and the way he 
handled himself. It was a good bargain, one which they made many times again 
and again at the house on Charles Avenue.
