When She Was Wild
by D.V. Holloway


INTRODUCTION 

"A wrathful men stirreth up strife; but he that is slow to anger appeaseth 
strife," says the Bible. And ever since the Bible, books of remarkable 
diversity have advised against becoming or remaining angry. Even Thomas De 
Quincey, in his Confessions of an English Opium-Eater, published over a 
hundred years ago, said: "Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, 
what is that? It is the sun going to his rest. Call for the grandest of all 
human sentiments, what is that? It is that man should forget his anger 
before he lies down to sleep." 

These are noble-sounding ideas, but modern psychologists have raised serious 
questions about the entire subject. Anger and hostility, the experts now 
feel, are emotions that are entirely normal for every human being, and 
things that should be released rather than bottled up or forgotten. 

In an important new book, Intimacy: Sensitivity, Sex, and the Art of Love, 
authors Gina Allen and Clement G. Martin, M.D., state: "Recognizing that one 
is capable of hostility is part of understanding and accepting the self. All 
of us-men and women-are naturally capable of hate. If these had not been 
part of our ancestors' natures we wouldn't be here. For aggression is 
necessary to reach a goal and that goal could be the preservation of life 
itself. Hostility is a natural reaction to interference with the drive to 
reach a goal. By sending emergency messages from the brain through the body 
it prepares us physically for greater effort. 

"That's one reason why it is so important that we express hostility when we 
feel it. Otherwise the body is kept constantly on the alert, with no 
relaxing relief and all sorts of disabling consequences, from headaches to 
ulcers to high blood pressure. 

"It's helpful to say, 'I'm mad!' and then to do something about it. 
Sometimes all you can do is kick or pound a sofa or a bed. Or bat at a 
tennis ball, or knock a golf ball around the fairway, or hurl a bowling ball 
down the alley. These activities get rid of the extra fighting power our 
anger has generated in our bodies. But they don't put a faltering 
relationship on its feet again. 

"To do that you have to be able to say to your intimate partner, 'I'm mad 
and ready to fight.' But be sure you know why you're mad so you can 
communicate it to him honestly. Too often we explode with an anger which we 
haven't traced to its source. Then expressing this emotion can be 
destructive. A husband opens a bill and screams in rage, 'I'm mad because 
you're the most extravagant woman in town. I should have known you would be. 
Your mother spoiled you rotten and drove your father to the poorhouse. Is 
that what you're trying to do to me? Well, I won't take it!' 

"He's getting rid of his hostilities, but in the process he'd wounding his 
wife and chipping away at their marriage. Had he taken time to analyze why 
he was really angry he would be able to say, 'I'm mad because you charged 
five hundred dollars' worth of clothes at the dress shop when you know I am 
so worried about our finances that I haven't even bought a new overcoat, 
which I need much more than you need dresses.' 

"With that statement he begins to rid himself of his anger and makes her 
aware of the reasons for it, without stripping her of her dignity or 
undermining their relationship...." 

Some people, of course, find it practically impossible to analyze their own 
emotions as well as is described here. Such a person is Elsie, the 
unfortunate protagonist of When She Was Wild..., this perceptive novel by a 
new writer, D. V. Holloway. Elsie goes "wild" in two senses in the course of 
the story: "wild"-promiscuous sexually-after the failure of her marriage, 
which happens largely because she was "wild"-angry-at her husband to begin 
with and never fully recognized what was happening to her. 

Elsie came from a poverty-stricken family and married Harold Levenson when 
he was a poor but struggling sales clerk. Harold was determined to make a 
fortune, and Elsie set about helping him do so. They worked together and 
after a time were well on the road to riches, putting enormous effort into 
two very different businesses: insurance and antiques. Their work was highly 
cooperative, and their marriage appeared to be an ideal partnership in every 
sense. 

Underneath the surface, however, Elsie secretly resented the fact that she 
was shouldering half of the burden but was getting little of the credit. Her 
anger and hostility remained buried until the critical turning point, which 
came when she had to make an important sale for Harold by giving her body to 
another man. And although she found that this act was far from being 
physically repugnant, the necessity of it added fuel to the fire within her. 

Mr. Holloway does not dwell heavy-handedly on Elsie's psychological 
motivations, but tells a fast-paced and entertaining story. There is no 
doubt, however, that her experiences would make a fascinating case history 
for any psychologist or psychiatrist. If she had been able to obtain help, 
of course, her story would have been entirely different. As it is, it can 
provide a valuable lesson for any husband or wife-or any human being who has 
ever felt angry or hostile. And who among us has not? 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

By early December Boston got as cold as a Salem witch's tit. Up on Beacon 
Hill, in the rich homes, the children snuggled warmly under down comforters, 
listening to the hissing of the steam heat in the radiators, as the furnaces 
that had been banked for the night roared to greet another chill gray day. 
Butlers and maids stoked the Franklin stoves in the fireplaces with scuttles 
of soft coal which kindled quickly while they drew tubs of steaming hot 
water for their charges' morning baths. Down in the kitchens the cooks 
brewed pots of bubbling oatmeal and hot chocolate while fresh biscuits and 
muffins baked in the oven and bacon sizzled in the pan. The children needed 
a breakfast that would "stick to their ribs" before they got into the warm 
car and were chauffeured to a comfortable private school. Winter in 
Massachusetts required a lot of wealth to be physically bearable. 

Over on the hungry side of town where the Poles, Czechs, and Germans 
shivered in their un-heated, walk-up cold-water tenement flats, whose 
unrealistically high rents provided their owners with the major source of 
their wealth, winter was looked upon more as God's annual proof of the 
existence of purgatory. 

In one such top-floor railroad flat, Elsie Brand was awakened by the raucous 
ringing of the ancient dollar alarm clock with the two big nickel-plated 
bells on top of the round case that stood on three legs and a matchbox. The 
fourth leg had broken off before she was born. She dreaded emerging from the 
comparative warmth and comfort of her bed. During the night, her body heat 
had built up beneath the two thin cotton blankets with the layers of 
newspapers she had tucked between them for insulation. It was still dark 
outside as she stepped onto the icy bare floor. She slept in her underwear 
and long woolen stockings under her flannel nightgown. She rushed into her 
clothes and made her way to the chipped kitchen sink to wash her face and 
brush her teeth. Kitchens also doubled as bathrooms in these buildings. The 
only other plumbing facilities were a single toilet bowl, with no seat, in a 
closet off the hallway near the top of the stairs. It was shared by the four 
families on the floor. 

"Hell, the damned pipes are frozen again," she muttered. 

She would take her toothbrush and toothpaste to school and use the girls' 
room there, as she did so many mornings each winter. At the moment she had a 
more immediate worry. She had to pee so bad she knew that she could never 
hope to hold it until she reached school. The public toilet in the hallway 
was out of the question for her. It was always the first thing to freeze up, 
making flushing impossible. It would be full to overflowing by now. The last 
time she had tried to use it, the sight and odor of all that human waste had 
made her wretch and she had thrown up all over her shoes. 

"To hell with it. I'll pee in the sink. Maybe if everybody in the building 
did, it might thaw out the drainpipes!" 

She pulled the old kitchen chair over in front of the sink. Standing on it, 
she raised her skirts and dropped her panties. With a deep breath, she 
gritted her teeth and lowered her sensitive young buttocks down onto the icy 
rim and let fly with a noisy, splashing stream of hot urine. The steam that 
rose from the cold iron basin provided the only heat the apartment had known 
this day. 

Back in her room, Elsie stared out listlessly through the filthy windowpane. 
Beyond the waterfront warehouses, somewhere way out over the murky Atlantic, 
the sun rose like a dimly illuminated sphere of ice plucked from the Arctic 
Ocean. It gave a few minutes of cold gray light which glistened through the 
long icicles hanging like crystal daggers from the old brownstone cornice 
above the window. All too soon even this light was blotted out by the dense 
mixture of fog and heavy layer of coal smoke. 

Returning to the kitchen, she was not surprised to find the milk, bread, and 
butter all frozen solid. She could light the old gas oven and thaw them out 
enough to eat. They did that all winter but somehow she just didn't feel up 
to it. She would just as soon get to school a little earlier. She was 
usually the first to arrive. Elsie actually enjoyed school. It was the only 
part of her life that was warm and comfortable and in nice surroundings 
during the long winter months. 

Feeling around the old round oak table top, her fingers located the three 
quarters that her father always left for her bus fare and lunch money. Carl 
Brand had to leave the apartment a little after five each morning to open 
McSorley's Irish Castle where he was the daytime bartender. He liked to get 
in a little early to put on an extra urn of coffee for the large demand for 
Irish Coffee that began a little after six each morning as the ward heelers 
of Boston's Irish Mafia gathered each morning to resume a seemingly endless 
discussion of Bean Town politics which they controlled. Carl had long ago 
stopped listening to the constant pointless discussions as to whether Curley 
and Hurley should succeed each other for another term as mayor. He realized 
that the little men at McSorley's had nothing to do with the political 
decisions. They were merely protecting their egos until the word came down 
from the hill as to what they should make their people believe next. 

Elsie made her way to the door. There was no point to locking it since 
surely no self-respecting burglar would work this neighborhood. She crept 
down the five flights of creaky bare stairs. On each landing the sickening 
odor of excrement assailed her nostrils and she fought down nausea. The 
little closets on each floor's landing became stronger and stronger in their 
fecal fragrance. The plumbing was frozen up real good this time. 

Emerging onto the street through the old frosted-glass front door and down 
the brownstone steps onto the snow-caked broken pavement, she took the first 
deep breath she had allowed herself since opening their apartment door. The 
cold air bit into her nostrils and lungs like acid. 

On the pavement, children in scarlet caps and mittens tied to their coat 
sleeves leaned into the chill wind, while mufflers knitted by loving 
grandmothers blew out behind them like banners. The house had been cold, but 
the street was colder. Elsie hated every moment of it with a purple passion 
as she slipped and skidded her way the five blocks to the bus stop. 

Aboard the bus, the dirty old men who worked at the Navy Yard and their 
longshoremen friends delighted in rubbing up against the young girls. Elsie 
was one of their prime targets since she had the dual advantage of 
well-developed breasts and a thin coat. As they rubbed up against her, their 
frosty breath reeked of garlic and beer. Also, the winter was not yet old 
enough for the odor of mothballs to have fully escaped the wool coats which 
always smelled like a wet sheep dog, anyway. These, plus the unspeakable 
stench of the tenement hallways and stairwell, constituted the smells of 
poverty. For the hundredth time, Elsie vowed that as soon as she was old 
enough to get out on her own she would escape this stench of being poor and 
never be cold or hungry again. Inwardly, she related to Scarlett O'Hara who 
had made a similar promise to herself a hundred years earlier. She smiled at 
the thought that at least the O'Haras, living in the South, didn't have to 
bring in the brass monkey every winter! 

By mid-February, Elsie felt that this was the longest and most severe winter 
she had ever known. As a little girl she'd taken it better, but now, 
blossoming noticeably into womanhood, the cold had become a physical pain. 
The chilled nipples of her fully developed young breasts rubbed against the 
cotton of her too small brassiere until they felt as though they had been 
sandpapered. The cold seemed to penetrate her loins and settle in her 
ovaries, of which she was becoming increasingly aware. Often at night, after 
she had fingered herself to warmth and sleep, she dreamed that some sadistic 
torturer had shoved a huge icicle up her vagina and sewn it up inside her 
until she was frozen to the very core of her womanhood. 

A number of the boys at school had made passes at her. Some were pretty 
subtle; some very crude. Elsie felt no great moral compunction against sex. 
As far as she was concerned, morals were a luxury that seemed reserved for 
the rich. She had a perfectly normal girlish curiosity about how it might 
feel to have a boy's hard, hot penis inside of her. Her main interest was in 
speculating to just what degree a boy's immersion heater might thaw out her 
chilled insides. She had pretty much reached the decision that she would 
give it a try with the next fellow who made a halfway decent approach. 

Joe Friedman had been staring at Elsie for a long time now. He had a real 
case of the hots for her well-developed body. Joe was a couple of years 
older than the rest of the class. Someone said that he had lost a lot of 
time in grammar school, due to severe illnesses, and was therefore two years 
behind most pupils of his own age. 

Elsie had noticed Joe, too. She occasionally wondered since whether, he was 
bigger than the other guys, he might have a bigger penis that could warm up 
more of her insides. She knew that Joe lived alone with his father in a 
little room in back of the second-hand clothing store that his father owned. 
Most of her wardrobe had come from there. She was aware of Joe's interest in 
her. She had caught him staring at her boobs a number of times in class. She 
wasn't too surprised when he came over and sat next to her in the cafeteria 
this bitterly cold Thursday and asked, "Whatcha doin' after school today, 
Elsie?" 

"I dunno. Nothin' special, I guess. Why?" She did not want to seem too 
interested but, even now, she was aware of little twitching sensations deep 
down in her crotch. 

"Well, I've got a proposition for you," he stammered. 

Here it comes! she thought, feeling the dampness in her panties as her eager 
young pussy drooled in anticipation of needed attention. 

Getting neither encouragement nor discouragement from the girl, Joe 
continued, "Well, it's like this. Dad's gone to New York for a couple of 
days on a buying trip. I hafta watch the store. When I'm there alone and 
more than one customer comes in, I can't watch them both, and there's a lot 
of shoplifting goes on. We expect it in our kinda business but we try to 
keep it to a minimum. Dad said if I wanted to get one of the other kids to 
work with me after school I could pay them a dollar a day outta the 
register. I think he had in mind another guy, but he'd never know. Whadda 
say? Want the job?" 

"Sure, Joe. I'll be happy to help you. Do we go right to the shop from 
school?" 

"Yeah. Then we work till seven. Okay?" 

"Okay." 

"Meetcha on the front steps at three o'clock." 

Back in class, Elsie experienced mixed emotions. She was disappointed that 
Joe's proposition had not been the one she had hoped for, but she was 
delighted at the prospect of getting a whole dollar. Even better almost, she 
knew that the little shop was kept as warm as toast to encourage the 
customers to try on clothes. 

When they reached the shop, Joe unlocked the back door and led Elsie 
directly into the tiny living quarters. A small kerosene heater in the 
middle of the floor provided blessed heat. Joe put a kettle of water on top 
of the heater and said they'd have tea as soon as the water boiled. Then she 
followed him as she turned on the lights in the store, unlocked the door, 
and turned over the sign so that the "Open" side faced the street. 

"You keep an eye on the shop while I hang up my school clothes and put on my 
working outfit. If anyone comes in, tell them I'll be with them in a 
moment." 

He disappeared into the back room. Elsie knew that he was taking off his 
clothes. She was dying to peek in through the curtain and see if she could 
check out his equipment. She could feel her snatch getting sticky at the 
mere thought of a boy undressing within a few yards of her aching need for 
male flesh. She wondered what he would say and do if she just walked in on 
him and began to remove her clothes too. 

She had almost gotten up her nerve to try it when the bell over the door 
jingled as an old Polish woman with two small kids entered the shop. 

From then on, there was a steady procession of customers. Over here on the 
poor side of town, everyone bought used clothing and all of the little 
second-hand shops did a thriving business. She was impressed by Joe's 
business knowledge and adept handling of the inevitable price negotiations 
which preceded each sale. Although she had never done any salesclerk work 
before, Elsie soon found that she had a natural talent for it. 

Almost before they realized it, the big wall clock indicated that it was 
closing time. Joe turned the sign of the door to expose the "Closed" side 
and locked the door. Even so, it was after seven-thirty when he let the last 
customer out and turned off the shop lights and they retreated to the living 
quarters in the rear. 

They had been so busy they had forgotten all about tea and the big kettle 
had boiled almost empty. The little room was like a steam bath. 

"Jeez, but it's hot in here. Wait a minute, I'll open the window for a 
minute or two." 

"No, please don't, Joe. I love it this way. I want to sit here until I 
sweat. I think it would make me feel filthy rich to sweat in February," she 
joked as she pulled off her sweater, revealing large firm breasts pressed 
tight against the too small cotton blouse. She felt his eyes on them and 
knew that the nipples were clearly revealed through the thin white material. 

"Will your dad be worried about your being out late?" he asked. 

"Naw. It's just lucky that this is Thursday. He always goes over to the 
union hall Thursdays and I plays cards and exchanges lies with the other 
bartenders. He's constantly looking to pick up a relief shift here and 
there, or a private party." 

"Suppose I make that tea now. We have some cake we could have with it," he 
suggested, never taking his eyes off her big boobs as a growing bulge began 
to develop high in the left leg of his trousers. 

"That would be lovely," Elsie purred, noticing the rising indications of his 
personal interest in her. 

After he had refilled the kettle, he showed Elsie where the bathroom was and 
explained that I he had to go down the alley for a few minutes. When his 
father was away, mail and packages for them were left at the liquor store. 

Elsie was so used to holding it during the winter months that she had not 
realized that she had to go. When he left she went to the bathroom. What a 
luxurious feeling it gave her to sit down on a warm toilet seat in a room 
that was completely free from odor. She found that she was actually enjoying 
her toilet duties. She strained to empty her bladder and bowels thoroughly 
so that she could hold off until she returned here tomorrow afternoon, or at 
least until she got to school in the morning. The easy flushing of the 
toilet was like music to her ears. She smoothed her hair and touched up her 
lipstick and was back sitting on the edge of one of the cots when Joe 
returned, carrying a huge package. 

"Wonder what Filene's sent us this time?" he mused. 

"Whatever you ordered, I guess," Elsie laughed. 

"Oh, we never order anything. They just send us stuff now and then. We never 
know what or when. Do you know about Filene's?" 

"Only that it's a big downtown department store. Why?" 

"They have a very interesting operation in their basement store. They buy up 
leftover merchandise from fancy stores all over the country. Things that 
haven't been sold after their season's end clearance. They put it out with 
dated tags that are half of the clearance price at the original store. Every 
week that an item remains unsold, it is reduced again. If it hasn't moved 
after five weeks, they ship it out to a store like this one as a charity 
donation. You never know what it might be." 

"Why don't we open it and see?" 

"Yeah, might as well get it on out in the shop, I guess." 

Joe produced a knife and carefully opened the big package. As he removed the 
contents, Elsie thought she was seeing things. It was a coat of some sort of 
dark fur with a matching hat and muff. Joe let out a long whistle as he dug 
around for the price tags he knew would still be on it. The original tag was 
from Nieman-Marcus in Dallas and showed that the regular price was one 
hundred and fifty dollars. Their yellow clearance-sale tag read seventy-five 
dollars. Stapled to this was Filene's tag showing that they had started out 
asking thirty-seven fifty and gradually dropped the price to twenty dollars 
before giving up and sending the garment to Joe's father's shop. 

"Oh, Joe, it's beautiful," Elsie gasped. "May I try it on?" 

"Be my guest," he replied with a strange gleam in his eyes. 

Elsie lifted the garment from the box. It felt as soft as a kitten. There 
was no reason that it shouldn't, since it was dyed rabbit fur. She slipped 
into the coat and paraded around the small rear room like a model. 

"That's no way to model a fur coat for a man that you want to give it to you 
as a gift," Joe exclaimed. 

"What do you mean, a gift?" Elsie asked. 

"Well, my dad will never know that it was sent to us. It looks so great on 
you that perhaps you should have it. I don't know. I just can't see giving 
it to you when you model it in that way." 

"Oh? Just how would you like to have me model it for you?" 

"In the nude. With nothing underneath it. Maybe then, I might decide to give 
it to you... the whole outfit," Joe replied, trying not to drool. 

"Do you mean that for real?" Elsie asked. 

"Sure, I mean it for real. Dad need never know. Now you just model it for me 
the way you would expect to for a guy that was giving you a fur coat," Joe 
gasped. 

Elsie had never been one to jump at conclusions. She stood now and looked at 
Joe for several seconds before she moved purposefully toward the small 
bathroom, as sweat broke out on the boy's brow. 

Minutes later she emerged, clutching the dyed rabbit fur close to her naked 
body. She minced around the small room, like a real model, and reveled in 
the feeling of his eyes on her. At the moment she was a bit confused as to 
which she wanted most... Joe, or the coat. She determined to go for both. 
With a dramatic pirouette, she posed before him and threw open the fur wrap. 
Her own natural little triangular patch of fur matched perfectly that of the 
garment. 

The young boy's eager eyes darted back and forth between that dark triangle 
and the smooth white and pink expanse of her full young breasts. Elsie, 
watching his reactions carefully, knew that she had won both of her desired 
goals. Sure of her victory now, she swept the coat around her lush figure 
and looked at him with a glance that contained all of woman's challenge. 

"Elsie, you're beautiful. I want you. I want you all for myself. Give 
yourself to me and the outfit is yours. Dad need never know it ever 
arrived." 

"Are you sure, Joe?" 

"I'm sure, Elsie. Come over here to where I can reach you." 

"If I do, is the coat mine?" 

"I promise." 

Elsie moved over and stood right in front of where he sat on the edge of one 
of the two cots in the room. Joe reached out and slipped his hands beneath 
the fur garment and clutched at her tender bare flesh. His hands clasped her 
buttocks and then worked upward to cup her firm breasts and, at long last, 
worked down to caress the furred mound of her womanhood. 

Elsie felt the eager hands running over her en-flamed young body. In some 
ways it was like her wildest dreams were coming true, or at least coming. 

Now Joe clasped his hands against her firm young buttocks and pulled her 
close as he pressed his mouth into that moist, furred triangle. 

The heady fragrance of Elsie's moist creamy cunt made the blood pound in 
young Joe Friedman's head (and elsewhere). While he inhaled the aroma of her 
sex, his tongue slipped into the mysterious pink cavern as he developed a 
hard-on that threatened to rip right through his pants. 

Neither of them had ever had any real sex experience, outside of 
masturbation. They were caught up now in a cyclone of passions which made 
their physical demands lucidly clear. 

Elsie reached down and stroked Joe's stiff prick through his pants. When his 
moist tongue first grazed across her throbbing clitoris, she moaned in 
ecstasy and unzipped his fly to slide her hand inside. His swollen cock was 
as hot as a stovepipe and bigger than she had dared hope for. Carefully she 
removed it and then went back in to expose balls that might have come from 
Fenway Park. She could hardly wait to feel that hot rod deep inside her 
belly, providing that luxury of warmth from the inside where she still felt 
chilled. 

Joe was licking at her cunt like a starving kitten lapping cream from a 
bowl. He took long strokes that went all the way down to the very bottom of 
her slit, then came back up, darting his hot tongue in and out of her 
seething vulva and finally rising to concentrate on her enflamed little 
panic button. She knew that she couldn't take much more of this and so she 
grabbed his head and held his mouth tight to her throbbing clitoris as she 
felt herself start to come like never before in her life. It was ten times 
as great as those she had brought on with her own fingers. Her closed eyes 
saw fireworks burst into a thousand flashing colored lights while her 
throbbing ears heard the thunder of cannons. 

When her cunt stopped pumping and her head stopped pounding, she released 
his head and backed away. "Oh, Joe, that was just beautiful. I never knew it 
could be so wonderful. I've never come so hard or so long before." 

"I'm glad. I loved doing this to you. I've wanted to for a long time," she 
admitted. 

"Take off your clothes, Joe. Now I want to do it to you, but I want to see 
all of your body first." 

Joe lost no time in disrobing. He literally ripped his clothes off while 
Elsie removed the coat and folded it carefully back in the box. She had a 
beautiful ass. He had never noticed it before, usually being too busy 
playing X-ray on her lovely big tits. Now his eyes darted about, taking in 
every one of her fleshy charms while his swollen prick threatened to break 
out of its tight skin. 

She turned and faced him now. She let out a little gasp as she caught her 
first glimpse of his big, stiff cock sticking out proudly. It reminded her 
of the bowsprit on Old Ironsides down at the dock. She flew into his arms 
and their bodies fused together. She felt the red-hot poker press against 
her pussy and force its way between her legs while she flattened her big 
boobs against his hairy chest. She loved the way the hair tickled her 
nipples and made them stiffen. She wanted him to suck on them, but right now 
there was something else that demanded to be sucked first. His tongue was 
deep in her mouth and his hands clasped the cheeks of her ass and pulled her 
tight to his battering ram. 

Elsie squirmed away and dropped to her knees in front of him. She had to get 
a real good close-up look at that beautiful tool of his. She reached out and 
cupped his balls in her cool hands. They were like two oranges. She admired 
the big spongy mauve-colored head of his cock. Heavy clear fluid was oozing 
out of the slit in the tip of it. The whole thing seemed to twitch and 
tremble just from her closeness to it. She wanted to give him the thrill 
that he had given her. She had no knowledge, much less experience, at 
cocksucking but was guided by natural instincts older than time itself. She 
simply had to take that beautiful thing into her mouth. 

Ever so slowly, she brought her face closer and closer to it until the 
throbbing glans touched her lips. The mere contact made it jerk and swell. 
She began kissing the soft spongy head of his cock. The clear liquid came 
out the slit more rapidly now. Some of it got into her mouth and had the 
most sensational flavor she had ever tasted. It was like creamed almonds and 
honey. She wanted more and so she began licking the sticky head to get every 
drop of the wonderful coating. He reacted even more to the touch of her 
tongue than he had to the touch of her lips at that first gentle kiss. The 
more of the clear juice she licked off, the more he seemed to produce. She 
was afraid her tongue might not be able to keep up with his flow and she did 
not want a single drop to be lost or wasted. 

Opening her mouth she slipped her lips over the trembling head of his 
swollen prick and sucked as she licked. She enjoyed feeling his glans in her 
mouth and wanted to feel more and more of it. Slowly she went forward to 
enclose more and more of the throbbing shaft in the warm moist interior of 
her mouth. He seemed to enjoy it best when she slid her lips up and down it. 
Each time she tried to get a little more of it into her mouth, until finally 
she had about three quarters of it behind her lips. 

Joe was going wild from the lovely torture treatment her tongue and lips 
were providing. He caressed her head and ran his fingers through her hair. 
He would die if she tried to stop now. He knew that he was about to come and 
wondered if she wanted to pull off before he did, or stay on and take his 
hot jism in her mouth. All of a sudden she moved her head back and his glans 
slipped out of her sweet warm mouth. 

"Don't stop! For God's sake, don't stop now!" he pleaded for more. 

"I won't. I just had to catch my breath for a moment," she gasped. Then she 
tickled the tip and around the corona with her tongue and licked on the 
swollen urethra channel all the way down to his balls and back up. Slowly 
she took the head, which had turned a deep purple from passion, into her 
lips and mouth. She resumed the long up and down strokes he seemed to enjoy 
so much. 

"Use your tongue, Elsie. Keep your tongue working on that big vein along the 
bottom all the time you're sucking it." 

She squeezed his balls lightly to acknowledge receiving his message and her 
tongue darted like a snake's over the swollen, throbbing tube that stood up 
like a mole tunnel from his balls to the corona where he had been 
circumcised. She felt him begin to swell still larger deep in her throat 
just as he clutched her head tightly and forced his exploding cock all the 
way down her throat. Her tongue felt the rush of his hot come up from his 
balls and gush out in four distinct spurts into her throat. She was suddenly 
aware that her lips were being tickled. He had forced them all the way down 
to his balls. She stuck out her tongue and tickled his balls in return. They 
rewarded her with another spurt of hot white jism. 

When he released her head, she pulled slowly up the spent shaft. When only 
the purple helmet of his armor remained in her mouth, she sucked it tenderly 
and was rewarded for her efforts with the final drops of the most delicious 
fluid she had ever encountered. It made the clear liquid she had enjoyed 
earlier seem like greasy kid stuff by comparison. She determined that next 
time she would not let this wondrous elixir go to waste deep in her throat, 
but would insist that every drop of it be allowed to trickle across her 
palate. 

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked needlessly, as she pulled off his now 
shrunken cock and smiled up at him. 

"Like zap, bam, and powie!" he exclaimed. "I never knew a come could be so 
terrific. That sure beats the hell out of what I get when I jack off." 

Now, at last, they had their tea and cake. It was fruit cake left over from 
Christmas and had a heavy flavor of run and old brandy that reminded Elsie 
of the taste of his come. She reached over absently and started stroking his 
cock which showed signs of coming back to life. 

After kissing her and running his hands over a complete tour of inspection 
of her areas of scenic delight, Joe turned his full attention to the big 
firm tits that he had admired from afar for so long. He held and caressed 
and petted them and hugged them with his eyes for long minutes before 
lowering his face to cover the twin half globes with kisses. 

Her crimson nipples looked like pencil erasers in the center of circular 
pink frames the size of a half dollar. His kisses had brought out little 
goose bumps in the pink nipple surrounds and he bent down to enclose the 
left one in his mouth. He sucked on it gently to soothe away the little 
goose bumps with the soft caress of his warm moist lips and tongue. As he 
continued to suck on her tit, the nipple began to grow and harden in his 
mouth. This new discovery was wildly thrilling and he felt his own erectile 
member swell and harden in sympathy with the stiffening nipple. She must 
have sensed it, too, because she reached down now and started massaging his 
growing cock, while he tickled the stiff nipple with his tongue, flicking it 
back and forth before he moved over to make its twin to the right become 
identical. Right now the nipple on the right still resembled a pencil 
eraser, while the left was the size of a thimble. 

They had been sitting side by side on the cot. As he moved to her right tit, 
he eased her back so that she reclined against the pillows. She continued to 
stroke his cock, while he sucked the right nipple to a full erection. He 
loved those beautiful big tits of hers and would have been happy to suck on 
them all night, but Elsie had other ideas. 

Still holding him by the handle, she pulled him down between her spread 
thighs and guided his purple velvet knob to her pink satin slit. She rubbed 
the spongy head up and down across her trembling clitoris until it hardened 
and expanded like her nipples had. Her cunt had gotten very creamy in the 
process and now she urged his swollen glans down between the warm slippery 
banks that guided him into the canal at whose center lay the very estuary of 
her virgin love channel. 

The head of his cock was well coated with the heavy clear precoital 
lubricating fluids which had been seeping from the slit ever since he 
started sucking on her tits. This, coupled with the creamy juices which had 
been dampening her seething cunt, made the initial penetration simple. They 
were both aflame with the ecstatic delights of the combined physical and 
mental thrills of the initial merging of their pubic centers. 

Joe was extremely gentle and considerate. "I don't want to hurt you, Elsie. 
Let me know if it hurts and I'll take it out and suck you again instead." 

"No, Joe, don't stop, even if I cry or scream. I've heard that it hurts at 
first but then it feels so wonderful after the hurt that a girl soon forgets 
the pain." 

"Well, if you're sure this is what you want." He emphasized his statement by 
shoving his cock more firmly into her tight little tunnel of love, 
stretching the intact hymen of her maidenhead. 

"I'm sure. Oh God, am I ever sure! I've already had your sweet tongue. Now I 
want that beautiful big prick of yours all the way deep inside my belly. 
Don't hold back. Give me all of it!" 

"I'm trying, but it's stuck. It won't go in any farther." 

"Of course not, silly. You've got to smash my cherry first. It's only a thin 
layer of tissue. Pull out and hit it harder and harder. According to what 
I've read, it will stretch and break, then you can get all the way in. 
That's what you want, isn't it?" 

"Of course that's what I want. I just couldn't bear to hurt you, Elsie. I 
love you too much to hurt you. Did you know that I love you?" 

"Yes, Joe and I love you too. I'm proving it right now by offering you my 
pearl of great price. Don't be afraid. There are times when a woman wants to 
be hurt. I want you to stuff every inch of that big hard cock of yours into 
my cunt. Fuck me, Joe! Fuck me hard and get it all the way in!" 

"Okay, here goes!" 

He began lunging viciously into her. She gasped and bit her lip to keep from 
crying out in pain. It was like having a tooth pulled without Novacaine, 
but, like a dental extraction, it could only hurt once. She tried to open 
wider for him and threw her legs up around his ass. The backs of her heels 
beat a tattoo on the small of his back, like a rider spurring her stallion 
on to greater efforts. He responded to her silent urgings and slammed into 
her with all his youthful might. 

At long last, a shrill little cry escaped her clenched lips and fluttered 
around the small room like a trapped bird. As the gate to her womanhood 
smashed and fell before the force of his powerful battering ram, his 
throbbing shaft sunk deep into the hot tight depths of her virgin cunt. 

As his strokes invaded the conquered territory deeper and deeper to approach 
its very capital, Joe felt the warm sticky trickle of her maidenhead blood 
as it seeped out from around his embedded warrior to drip down over his 
balls. The bleeding as he drove his cork fully into the tight neck of the 
bottle from which the genie of love was struggling to escape. 

They were both bathed in sweat as Elsie felt his hot hairy balls press 
tightly against her upraised asshole while he plugged her cunt to the 
fullest depth of his penetration. For the first time in months she was 
thoroughly warm now, inside as well as out. What a luxurious feeling of 
wealth it gave her to actually sweat in Boston in midwinter. 

"Don't move for a minute, Joe. Just hold it still all the way in me. I want 
to feel every lovely inch of it inside of me. Just the feel of you deep in 
my cunt is worth every bit of the hurt." 

"Oh, Elsie, it feels marvelous to be touched and held by your sweet cunt and 
to know that I am all the way inside you. We are as close together now as 
two people can ever get." 

As he talked, he became impatient to get on with the long anticipated act 
and began taking little tentative strokes to which she responded eagerly. 
Slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, they grew in length until the 
demands of her pent-up lust grew as great as his. 

Then she cried out, "Now, Joe, now! Fuck me good and proper. Pull it way out 
and then shove it all the way back in. Oh God, I never dreamed anything 
could be this great. Fuck me, Joe, fuck me!" 

"I am fucking you, Elsie. Feeling my prick slip in and out of your soft hot 
cunt is the most wonderful sensation I've ever known in my whole life. You 
have a marvelous cunt. It fits my cock just perfectly, doesn't it?" 

"Perfectly, indeed. They were obviously made for each other... just as we 
were." 

"Oh, Elsie. I can't take much more of this. It's just too much. I'm going to 
come any second now. Try to come with me. If I beat you to the punch, I'll 
leave it in until it gets hard again and make sure that you get yours, too." 

She began bucking and grinding against him wildly now in unrestrained 
passionate need for the mutual outpourings of their love for each other. 

"Oh, Joe, I'm ready. I can feel it about to burst. Can you come with me? 
Right now! Come in my cunt, Joe. Let me feel it as I come to you!" 

"I'm coming, Elsie! I'm coming right inside your cunt. Right now!" 

"Right now!" she echoed as her body was gripped in a mammoth shudder that 
made the whole cot shake. "Ahhhhh!" 

"Could you feel it, Elsie? Could you feel my hot jism shooting all the way 
inside your cunt?" 

"Oh God, could I ever! First I could feel the head of your cock swell up way 
down at the bottom of my well, as if trying to make extra room for precious 
seeds it was going to sow there. Then it was like someone had shoved a 
fire-hose nozzle inside of me and opened up the hydrant. I felt your sweet 
hot juices shoot in and splash off my uterus and flow like white lava into 
the depths of my hungry vagina. My only regret is that I don't have a palate 
'way down in there so that I could have enjoyed the delicious nectar of your 
sweetbreads in taste as well as feel." 

Joe kissed her softly then, but made no effort to withdraw, not that she 
would have allowed him to. Her legs still held him in a full Nelson as she 
remained happily impaled on his shrinking staff. They went into a series of 
deep soul kisses in a mutual effort to keep him hard enough to stay inside 
of her but, at last, despite their desires, he retracted fully and plopped 
out of the slippery wet hole, overflowing now with the mixture of their come 
and her maiden blood. 

They lay close together now, their bodies pressed to one another as close as 
they could push them. Elsie ground her crotch against his tired sex but when 
this seemed to have no effect she reached down and stroked his spent member. 
Soon the phoenix of his sex arose from the ashes and she felt the swelling 
manhood tremble in her anxious hand. 

"Oh, Joe, you are ready and able to give me more of what I want," she 
exclaimed. 

Joe, with a beautiful hard-on now protruding from his lower belly, took 
pride in his new control over the girl. "Turn over," he muttered softly. 

Elsie, of course, knew what he had in mind. Her own needs for further sexual 
attention were so intense that she gave not a moment's argument to his 
demands and rolled over to lay flat on her tummy on the narrow cot. 

Joe hopped atop her to straddle the beauteous buttocks and direct the head 
of his swollen cock to the tight little puckered hole of her ass. The 
enlarged, spongy mauve helmet attacked the small rosy brown target until, at 
last, it effected the initial penetration. Once the head of his throbbing 
prick was inside of the mouth of the tan starfish he relaxed and waited for 
the wondrous invitation of her rear to invite him all the way into the tight 
brown channel. 

After a minute or so of experiencing the new thrill of anal sex with just 
his glans in her rectum, the tight inner muscles began to relax and the 
shaft of his swollen prick sunk deeper and deeper into the tight stricture 
of her most private entrance. 

"Oh God, Joe, that hurts beautifully! It hurts and feels great at the same 
time." 

"Want me to take it out?" 

"If you do, I'll never speak to you again." 

"Do you think you can handle all of it back there?" 

"I sure hope so. I want to feel your balls tight up to my ass." 

"Maybe we should have used some Vaseline or something." 

"Too late now. Let's just keep trying." 

"Okay, hold tight. Here it comes!" 

He rammed into her with all his might and, while she gasped and sobbed a 
bit, she returned his repeated attacks by thrusting her rounded rump upward 
each time he would ram a little deeper into her tight asshole. After several 
minutes of strenuous effort, he was in her all the way up to his balls. 

Once his invasion of her ass was complete and he enjoyed total occupation of 
the conquered territory, they both relaxed. Her tight rings of muscle that 
had involuntarily rejected the strange intruder seemed to soften and dilate 
to welcome the conquering hero. Precious juices flowed now and provided the 
much-needed lubrication. The soft membrane lining of her rectum gave his 
embedded cock a hotter, tighter caress than even her virgin cunt had. 

"Oh, now it's really getting good. Start fucking my ass good and hard now, 
Joe." 

"Yeah, it's great now. At first I thought it was going to tear all the skin 
off my cock." 

He began pumping in and out of her with a steady rhythm and she matched him 
stroke for stroke. As the juices spread, he began to take longer strokes 
until he was withdrawing to where only the very tip of his throbbing prick 
remained in her asshole. On the downstroke, he buggered into her rump until 
his balls flattened tight against the crevice between her asshole and cunt 
She had stopped sobbing and groaning now and just kept emitting little moans 
of sheer ecstasy. 

"My God, Joe. I think I'm going to come. How can that be? How can my cunt 
come when you are in my asshole?" 

"I don't know, but if you are going to come, you'd better hurry. This feels 
too good to last much longer. I'll try to wait for you, but get with it. I 
can't hold back long." 

"Oh Jesus, now!" 

Joe felt the muscular spasms and contortions that started deep in her cunt, 
causing her asshole to grasp and squeeze at his throbbing swollen prick as 
though trying to milk the come out of it. The urgent demands could not be 
resisted for long. He felt the head of his cock swell up deep inside her 
bowels and burst as he spewed out jet after jet of his hot jism to flood her 
intestines. 

Feeling his heavy white come spurting into the very depths of her asshole 
affected Elsie like an enema. If it were not for the fact that his big prick 
had her plugged so tightly, she was sure that she would not have been able 
to control the movement of her bowels. The feeling seemed to heighten her 
pleasure as she lay with her belly and tits pressed flat to the mattress of 
his cot, now that he had collapsed upon her ass and back from the furious 
buggering he given her. 

"Don't take it out, Joe. I want to feel it stuffed in my ass for as long as 
possible." 

She did not want to tell him that she was afraid if he unplugged her rear 
now she might shit all over him. She was fighting desperately to keep her 
bowels under control. 

Within five minutes, he shrunk within her, despite her efforts to rearouse 
him by squeezing his cock with the muscles of her asshole. At last he 
plopped out with a little noise like the cork being pulled from a wine 
bottle. She hopped up and made a mad dash for the bathroom. She made the 
toilet just in time. 

Later, Joe drew a tub of hot water and they took a bath together. It was the 
first time Elsie had ever been in a real bathtub. Saturday night baths in 
her home were performed in a galvanized washtub filled with a few scant 
gallons of water heated on the gas stove. She loved having Joe soap her tits 
and the cheeks of her ass as much he seemed to enjoy doing it. He scrubbed 
her good but saved her hairy little snatch for last, like a dessert. He 
soaped his hand real good and ran the slippery fingers into her juicy cunt. 
She squirmed around in the warm water and at one point she became so excited 
that she let go with a fart. It bubbled up to the surface and made a noise 
like a blubbering Englishman saying: "Hot water bottle." They giggled and 
both tried to repeat the act. 

Meanwhile, Joe continued to massage her swollen and enflamed gash and ran a 
finger into her vulva and another into her asshole as he handled her like a 
bowling ball. She was getting very hot again. Everything in her demanded 
attention. She tried to come to his fingers but succeeded only in peeing in 
his hand. If he noticed it, he made no mention of the fact. She wanted more 
than pee to flow from her cunt now. She soaped her hand and started stroking 
his spent cock to life under the guise of washing it real good. 

"I'm getting your snatch all squeaky clean, as they say on TV, because I'm 
going to eat it again before you leave here," Joe said, like it was more of 
a threat than a promise. 

"Who's fighting you?" she chuckled as she picked up the soap and started 
massaging his balls with it. 

Joe hopped out of the tub first and went to get the towels which he had hung 
near the kerosene heater to get them nice and warm. Elsie slid down full 
length in the tub and luxuriated in the feel of hot water covering her 
entire body at once. It was a new experience for her. 

"This is the life," she sighed contentedly. 

After they had toweled each other dry, Joe led her back to his cot. He 
nibbled on the rosebuds of her tits until the nipples were stiff and 
swollen. Once he was satisfied with them, he made a little trail of kisses 
across the smooth white expanse of her tummy, pausing at the places that 
made her shiver as he discovered an erogenous area. He tickled her belly 
button with his tongue for a few moments, then proceeded downward into the 
lush expanse of soft brownish-blonde cunthair. It felt to Elsie like he was 
trying to inhale her as he nuzzled her furred muff with his nose, pausing 
here and there to take a deep breath of the sweet smell of that pussy patch. 
At last his tongue entered the pink valley of her silken slit. He trailed it 
around the edges between the inner and outer lips of her nether mouth which 
glistened with dampness like dew on a flower. 

Placing his hands behind her knees, he rolled her back and spread her legs 
wide to open the crack of her ass wide until his face could reach the 
puckered tan doughnut of her asshole. He licked it and tried to work the tip 
of his tongue into the tiny opening. It was as tight as though it had been 
drawn together with a purse string. It was hard to believe that he had 
gotten his big cock into it just a short time before. He spread her cheeks 
even wider with his hands while she braced her legs on his shoulders. With 
much effort, he finally succeeded in working his tongue into her asshole. 
There was a heavy acrid flavor to it, but he was driven by passion to 
explore her fully. 

Elsie went wild as his stiff tongue darted in and out of her sensitive 
rectum. She reached down and fingered her clit and in seconds the orgasm hit 
her as she groaned and shuddered, while Joe kept shoving his tongue deeper 
and deeper into her ass. When the last of the hot winds had blown and the 
colored lights stopped flashing for her, he eased her delighted derriere 
back onto the mattress and went back to work on her cunt which was creamy 
now. His tongue slipped easily into her seething vulva as he licked the 
nectar from her honeypot. Up and down the length of her slit he licked and 
sucked and finally, as she began to shake violently from the sweet attack, 
he raised his lips to fasten on her swollen enflamed clitoris. It looked 
like a little white pea in a tight pink pod. 

The touch of his tongue drove her wild and, when he sucked the little 
erection into his warm moist mouth and alternately tongued and chewed gently 
on it, she pressed her cunt up even more tightly to his mouth and shook the 
whole cot with the violence of her thundering orgasm. Joe kept his lips 
glued to her little panic button until he was content that she was drained 
thoroughly dry, then he went down into her vulva to lick out the new honey 
of her sex hive. When he had finished with her, she was as limp as a dishrag 
and seemed unable to move a muscle. 

"How was that?" he asked. "Think that will hold you until tomorrow?" 

"My God, you've drained me until I'm weak. I feel just like one of Salvador 
Dali's Wet Watches and I love the feeling." 

"I'm glad. Well, that takes care of you for tonight but what are we going to 
do about 'Junior' here?" He indicated a king-sized hard-on that he had 
developed while sucking her ass and cunt. 

"They say turnabout is fair play," Elsie laughed. "So you turn about and 
I'll play." 

"You talked me into it." Joe smiled as he slid up to lay flat on the cot. 

Elsie moved down between his legs and rolled him back just as he had done to 
her. He felt her tongue struggling to penetrate the brown starfish of his 
asshole. At last she worked the tip of it in. Now he knew the thrills that 
his cornholing must have brought to her as she slowly got her tongue all the 
way up inside his ass. It was the wildest, most thrilling goose imaginable. 
Elsie was fascinated by the way his swollen cock twitched each time she 
would shove her tongue deep into his ass. She wondered if she could make him 
come that way. She had never seen the jism spurt from a man's prick and 
determined that the time had come to satisfy her curiosity on this point. 
Her nose, meanwhile, was pressed tightly into his balls and the slight odor 
of musk from them made her senses reel. She wondered what they tasted like. 
Now was the perfect time to find out. 

Pulling her tongue from the tight stricture of his asshole, she moved upward 
and slowly and carefully sucked his balls into her mouth. She thrilled at 
the thought that she had his manhood completely in her power. She had 
entrapped his most precious possession in her mouth. She had read how 
Australian sheepherders castrated young male sheep with their teeth. One 
swift hard bite now and she could emasculate Joe for life. The mere thought 
gave her the greatest feeling of power she had ever known. Her tongue 
explored the manly jewels that filled her mouth. Realizing that she was 
neglecting his asshole, she reached down and worked her middle finger all 
the way into it and started sawing in and out while she stroked his cock 
gently with her other hand as she continued to suck and lick his balls. 

He really had everything going for him now and she watched his cock twitch 
and jerk with the excitement of the three-ring circus she was performing for 
him. Her eyes widened in anticipation as she saw the purplish head swell 
even more and her tongue felt the currents rush in his balls just 
milliseconds before she watched the heavy hot white jism geyser out of the 
slit knob, rise several inches into the air, then fall back to trickle 
slowly down the throbbing shaft. Four times he spurted, making her think of 
the pictures of Old Faithful. She wondered if he, too, could erupt every 
hour. 

The best was yet to come. Gently, she carefully ejected his balls from her 
mouth with her tongue. Raising up a few inches, she feasted her eyes on the 
sight of his thick creamy semen running down his cock in little rivulets. It 
looked like the whipped cream topping on a sundae, but she had a feeling 
this would be better than anything she'd ever had at the soda shop. 
Carefully, she began to lick it off, treating her palate to every delicious 
drop. He had come so deep in her throat earlier that she had gotten only a 
fleeting impression of the flavor of his molten manhood. Now she savored 
every precious drop of those liquefied pearls. The taste of his come was 
like the ambrosia of the gods to her wanton appetite for man juice. She knew 
instantly that this was one delicacy of which she would never be able to get 
her fill. 

In her feverish mind, she tried to relate the current delight to her taste 
buds to some previously familiar flavor. It was like creamed almonds and 
purest honey. She was amused at the appropriate comparison. After all, it 
was the cream of his nuts! He twitched, even as he was shrinking, at the 
thrill of her licking up and down his spent staff. Finally content that she 
had lapped up every last dreg of the vintage ball brandy, she wondered if 
any of the sensational flavor might have soaked into his skin. She slipped 
his cock into her mouth and began sucking voraciously on the poor withering 
member. Joe moaned at the ecstatic torture. She was driving him insane now. 
He asked her to stop, but she was wild with desire for still more of his 
sweetbreads gravy. Her hands went to his balls and massaged and gently 
squeezed them, demanding just a few more drops. 

She sucked and licked and chewed on his poor drained cock like a calf 
demanding more milk from a dry udder. Now that this little sex kitten had 
gotten her first taste of his cock catnip, there was no reasoning with her. 
Joe abandoned all hope and tried to think of something other than his 
tortured prick as she kept gobbling on it. After several minutes of 
imprisonment in the iron maiden of her lust-crazed mouth, he was amazed, and 
Elsie was delighted, to feel that it was getting hard again. She redoubled 
her efforts now, using her lips, tongue, teeth, and gums to bring on a full 
new erection. At last her efforts were rewarded and she was taking long 
strokes from the very tip of his glans down to the base of his now swollen 
staff. She could feel the large urethral tube filling with a second helping 
of the sensational semen. 

Joe reached down and ran his fingers lovingly through her hair as he writhed 
and groaned in ecstasy at the fantastic head she was giving him now. Her 
mouth was like the vortex of a tornado that was sweeping him up higher and 
higher into the skies as it made like a vacuum pump that sucked him in like 
an Electrolux. Goddamn, but this little cunt could really suck cock! Her 
cool hands were kneading his balls now while her hot lips slid up and down 
his enflamed prick. She felt his impending eruption and pulled up to hold 
only the head of his cock in her warm mouth, gently stroking the staff with 
one soft hand while the other still worked over his balls. 

She moaned with delight as she felt the mauve helmet of his armor enlarge in 
her mouth and the sweet offerings of his balls flooded out of the slit and 
into her hungry mouth. She tried not to swallow in order to enjoy the heady 
flavor of his come for as long as possible. She did not release his withered 
root until it had shrunk to where all of it barely touched her tonsils while 
her lips were pressed tight to the pubic hairs at its base. 

When she raised up from his crotch she saw that his eyes had rolled back in 
their sockets. The double header, after three other performances tonight, 
had been too much for Joe. He had fallen into a dead faint. 

Elsie went to the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly. When she had 
finished, she took a face cloth, moistened it with cold water, and came back 
and applied it to boy's forehead. She rubbed his wrists and the back of his 
neck until he came to. 

"Are you okay, Joe?" she asked when the poor screwed-silly slob regained 
consciousness. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, except that I feel fucked flat," he mumbled with a 
suppressed grin. 

"I'm sorry. Maybe if I'm too much woman for you, we may have to look for 
reinforcements," she teased. 

"Look, Elsie, I'm complimenting... not complaining. I gave you a fur coat in 
exchange for a little sex but, Jesus, the way you put out, one would think 
you were paying off the mortgage on the whole fucking mink ranch. I think 
you're a real nympho and I'm delighted over it. It will beat the shit out of 
going on a diet to lose this little pot I've put on." 

"Well, I try to keep up my end of a bargain." 

"You keep up your end, all right. If you'd have kept it up, or your head 
down much longer, I'd have committed suicide by melting and running out of 
my cock. Seriously, sweetie, you're the greatest. I love you and I love 
making love with you. Let's repeat it all tomorrow. I don't have another fur 
coat, but I can always round up some dresses and shoes that might go well 
with it. Dad doesn't know what the hell he had in stock anyway. Okay?" 

"Perfectly okay," Elsie replied happily. 

"Let me pay you for your working time," Joe suggested, going out to the cash 
register. "Also, since it's late, I insist on calling you a cab and paying 
the fare." 

A telephone at home that you didn't have to drop dimes into was another 
status symbol to Elsie. She had never ridden in a cab before. Later, when 
Joe Friedman held her door open and she swept regally in, wearing her new 
fur outfit and with cash in her purse, she felt like Cinderella getting into 
her pumpkin coach. 

Riding home across the icy streets of Boston in a heated cab to the door of 
her cold tenement home, Elsie thought that that hairy little gash between 
her legs had opened the door to a life of luxury and comfort for her. She 
loved the feel of her new fur outfit and smiled inwardly at the happy memory 
of the nice warm little apartment, the hot bath, the telephone, and now the 
cab... not to mention the money. Goddamn, this was the life! 

At this early stage of her existence, luxury meant merely the enjoyment of 
the basic creature comforts of human living. At the time, she had no way of 
knowing how high she would climb on the ladder of social and financial 
success in the years ahead, and how many times she would think back to this 
moment when she regarded a little warm room and bath at the rear of a 
second-hand clothing store as the height of high living. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Once young Elsie discovered the wondrous power over men that lay between her 
legs, there was no holding back her insatiable demands for the better things 
of life that being born into poverty had denied her. Before Joe Friedman's 
father returned from New York, she had acquired, by means of her soft silken 
slit and willing mouth and rectum, an enviable wardrobe of used, but 
attractive clothing. Even after the old man came home, she continued to see 
Joe in exchange for clothes which he stole from the store. Her tastes leaned 
toward garments and accessories that made her look older and more glamorous. 
Her affair with Joe continued until her closet fairly bulged. 

It did not take the ambitious girl long to discover that the world was full 
of Joe Friedmans who were more than willing to trade off some of their 
affluence for the use of her lovely young body. A schoolmate, who was the 
son of a butcher, provided the finest cuts of steak and an occasional 
lobster for her developing appetite for fine foods. Her father never 
questioned the source of the goodies she brought home. Either he was too 
stupid to know that she was spreading her legs or jaws for them, or he just 
didn't give a damn. 

By the time she was ready to graduate from high school she had developed a 
routine of getting dressed in her glamor outfits and taking the bus 
downtown. Here she would hang around, staring longingly into the windows of 
jewelry or gift shops in the better hotels until some lonely traveling 
salesman or businessman would offer to buy her the item of her choice in 
exchange for the use of her body. During this period, she refused to think 
of herself as a whore. In her mind and conscience, she was merely a girl who 
liked to fuck and suck and would be nice to any man who was nice to her by 
buying her a present. She would have been insulted by an offer of cash for 
her personal favors. 

When she graduated from high school in June, she was faced with the problem 
of getting a job. College was out of the question and so she pounded the 
pavements in search of work. She willing to do anything to get out of that 
crummy apartment. It has been said that, for poor people, Boston has only 
two climates: too cold or too hot. Now, by mid-June, the sun rose early to 
turn the old building in which she lived into an oven, rather than the 
deep-freeze it had been all winter. The nights were airless and, even after 
the sun went down, the oppressive damp heat filled her room. Sleeping in the 
nude, she awoke sticky with sweat and with her bedsheet drenched with 
perspiration. Her only hours of comfort were those she spent in 
air-conditioned hotel rooms with lonely out-of-town men who bought her 
presents. 

In early July, she answered an ad and was hired by the local Sears store as 
a salesclerk. She worked behind the counter that featured cameras and tape 
recorders. Across the aisle from her, a handsome young man, Harold Levenson, 
sold vacuum cleaners and sewing machines. He made a commission in addition 
to the meager salary. It was not long until he invited her out for dinner 
and the movies after work one night. They ate at a little Chinese 
restaurant. The little slip of paper in her fortune cookie read: "You have 
met a dark-haired stranger who will change your life." 

They necked in the movies and Harold squeezed her tits when he kissed her. 
She dropped her hand to his lap and caressed and massaged his stiffening 
prick. Before the second feature started, he suggested that they go to his 
apartment for a drink. Elsie accepted the suggestion enthusiastically. 

Leaving the theater, they piled into his tired jalopy and drove out to a 
once-fashionable apartment building way out on Commonwealth Avenue. The 
creaky elevator smelled of castor oil, which he explained was used to keep 
the ancient motor running. His large apartment with the high-ceilinged rooms 
smelled of paint remover. The floor was littered with newspapers upon which 
were placed antique pieces of furniture which he bought cheap at junk shops, 
refinished, and sold to collectors. In the living room window was a noisy 
but effective air-conditioning unit that he said he had bought as a 
repossession at Sears. In the privacy of his own pad, he pulled her into his 
arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue fucking her mouth as she hoped his 
cock might soon be fucking her cunt. She ground up to the swelling rod and 
within minutes it began raining clothes in the room as they stripped for 
action. 

Harold was not a tall man and his dark hair was already receding in a sure 
sign of early baldness, yet his chest was as hairy as an ape. Elsie loved 
the way it tickled the nipples of her large tits when he held her close. She 
was pleased to discover that his cock was just right in size, not too large 
for comfortable sucking and yet big enough to get the job done in her creamy 
cunt. She got only a momentary look at it before he pulled her close and his 
hands cupped the cheeks of her well-rounded ass and pulled her close to the 
hot rod between his legs. 

He led her to a large couch and in a very matter of fact way, which was his 
nature, asked, "What do you want to do first... fuck or suck?" 

Something about his manner made the question seem as natural as though he 
had asked if she preferred soda or water with her Scotch. 

"Let's suck first. That will make the fucking last longer since it is the 
second round." 

"That's fine with me, but let's be fair about it." 

Elsie wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she got the message pretty quick 
when he straddled her in the classic sixty-nine position. In spite of her 
rather broad experience for her age, she had never had occasion to engage in 
what the sex manuals refer to as: "mutual simultaneous oral-genitalism." She 
took to it like a fish to water and loved the feel of his tongue in her hot 
little twat while she slid her lips over his stiff seething cock. With 
Harold, she made a new discovery in the double-header approach to sex in 
giving and receiving oral sex at the same time. 

There was a lovely heavy musky odor to his cock and balls that blew her mind 
and made her suck on the swollen staff with increased voracity as he 
expertly tongued and sucked on her creaming cunt. They licked and sucked on 
each other's sex center in a way that made the storm clouds gather fast, 
until the lightning flashed behind their eyeballs, and the thunder pounded 
against their eardrums, as they gushed forth their pearly offerings into one 
another's mouth. 

The thrill of giving and receiving one another's sexual secretions at the 
same exact moment sent a wondrous vibration through Elsie's body that she 
had never felt before. Harold had an educated tongue. He demonstrated sheer 
genius at the gentle art of cunnilingus. Some men seem to have a natural 
inborn talent for cunt lapping while others never do get the knack of it. 
For her part, Elsie demonstrated every trick she knew in performing fellatio 
on him. Considering her limited experience, she had developed into a real 
artiste at cocksucking. Probably her greatest asset was the fact that she 
actually loved the feel of a man's stiff prick in her mouth and looked 
forward to completely ingesting his come. 

She held her lips tight around Harold's cock as she felt the telltale 
swelling of his glans just before he gushed a gigantic load of hot jism up 
into her mouth. She did not let a single drop of the precious pearly 
substance escape to trickle back down his cock. She had to swallow more 
rapidly than she usually did, in order to keep from gagging on the huge 
outpouring which she so gluttonously consumed. There must have been a cupful 
that she milked out of the slotted head of his big firm member. Meanwhile, 
she felt her own juices flow down into his mouth that had tongued and sucked 
her creamy cunt so expertly. She didn't know which end she was enjoying more 
in this yin and yang of mutual oral ecstasy. 

Harold's come had a totally different flavor than that of Joe or others she 
had tasted. His balls distilled a pure vintage wine that titillated her 
palate and intoxicated her brain. The bouquet was like the sweet fragrance 
of a mildly aromatic pipe tobacco, instead of the washed-out acrid smell of 
cigarette smoke or the sour, almost sickening stench of a cigar. Elsie had 
already learned that she could tell a great deal about a man by analyzing 
the taste of his come. While most predatory females busied themselves 
finding out a guy's astrological sign and delving into horoscope books to 
see what that meant in relation to their own signs, or having his 
handwriting analyzed, Elsie got all of her rundown on a fellow by simply 
going down and sucking his cock. It was amazing how few men she'd met who 
objected to being analyzed by her unique method! 

Afterward, Harold made drinks and lit two cigarettes. Elsie let hers smolder 
in the ashtray and left the drink untouched on the coffee table. She 
preferred to prolong the enjoyment of his delicious semen which still coated 
her teeth and gums. 

"You've got a sweet little honey pot there, baby," he said, patting her on 
her swollen snatch. "Better not let the hummingbirds get at it. They'd go 
wild over your nectar." 

"And you've got the best-tasting cock I've ever sucked." She stroked it 
lightly as she repaid his compliment. 

Harold spoke proudly of his ambitions while they rested for the next sex 
session that they both knew would come about. "You know that job at Sears is 
just a stepping-stone for me. I'm studying to take the exam for my insurance 
license. I'll try to work it plus Sears and the furniture-dealer scam for a 
while until I build up enough volume that I can devote full time to it." 

"I didn't think anyone wanted to be a life insurance salesman," Elsie 
remarked with more honesty than tact. 

"Up until a few months ago, I didn't either. It is the last thing I would 
have considered, but then I did a lot of research on the various occupations 
that a young guy with just a high school education can go into. I finally 
narrowed it down to insurance or real estate. The real estate commissions 
run higher, but sales are few and far between and everyone is strictly a 
one-shot deal. With insurance, you build up a steady income from your 
renewals. It's a tough grind in the beginning, but I discovered that the men 
who really work at it and keep working at it build fantastic incomes. In 
addition to that, there is a terrific pension and retirement fund and full 
insurance coverage during the years I'm working to build up my empire." 

"What is your eventual goal?" Elsie discovered that she was sincerely 
interested in this ambitious young man's plans. Perhaps this was the star to 
which she should hitch her wagon. 

"I intend to be a millionaire by the time I'm forty, but at the same time 
have all of life's luxuries along the way when I'm young enough to enjoy 
them." 

"Sounds to me like you think you can have your cake and eat it too." 

"That is exactly what I plan to do. I've devoted months of study to 
carefully road mapping my career. You never met a guy who knows more 
completely just where he is going and how he is going to get there. I have 
established checkpoints along the way. If I have to work around the clock, 
I'll meet or exceed them every time." 

"I'm sure that you will, Harold. Speaking of checkpoints, I've been watching 
that barometer of the atmospheric pressure inside your balls. It looks like 
a high-pressure area is rapidly approaching." 

She straddled his lap now and stroked his cock and balls while she rubbed 
the head of his trembling, expanding cock against the soft moist lips of her 
hot hungry cunt. Harold was wildly excited as he grew to a full erection. He 
lowered his face and sucked and nibbled on the stiffening nipples of her 
lush full tits while his palms clutched at the rounded cheeks of her ass and 
pulled the hot, damp tunnel of her cunt down over his cock like he was 
struggling into a boot or a glove. At last their pubic hairs became enmeshed 
as she drove up into her soft snatch balls deep, and pressed her tits 
together to where he could suck and chew on both nipples at once. Then he 
slipped one hand behind her and between her full buttocks to slide his 
middle finger all the way into her tight hot asshole. 

She started to rhythmically raise and lower herself on the warm fleshy lance 
that held her impaled. Their lips sought each other's and they breathed 
heavily into each other's mouth while their tongues performed a lovers' 
tango in and out of one another's mouth. Meanwhile, his fingers dug into the 
soft cheeks of her ass as he guided her up and down, up and down the full 
length of his swollen penis like a yo-yo running up and down its string. He 
spread her rear so wide apart that she inadvertently let wind and this 
seemed like a signal to herald the explosive conclusion of their sex act as 
they flooded into and over one another in unison, while the brilliant 
fireworks exploded in her head and the cannons roared in his. She dropped 
her hips to sit firmly in his lap while his cock shrunk in her cunt that had 
encased it and their mixed come trickled down the sides of his diminishing 
prick. He delighted in the feel of the muscular spasms which accompanied her 
orgasm just as much as she thrilled at feeling the repeated blasts of his 
hot sperm splash off her uterus and flood her deep vagina. She tried to 
squeeze her muscles to force the white liqueur out of her inner sex thimble 
so that it would flow back down the diminishing staff of his manhood to 
where she could lick and suck it off and enjoy its succulence. 

Harold thought he would lose his mind when she raised her furry slit off 
him, dropped to her knees between his legs, and swooped her lips and throat 
down on his spent member like a hungry pelican. She sucked and licked at his 
dead warrior with a mad passion, intent that no single drop of his beautiful 
white sperm should escape her lips and throat. 

Once Elsie was sure that she had enjoyed every final dreg of his come, she 
raised off his shrunken tool and they talked again. It was strange how they 
both just seemed to assume that they would share the future together. 
Nothing was said about it; on either side it was just taken for granted. She 
asked him about some of the old furniture he was refinishing. The two of 
them, in their nakedness, roamed around the room while he explained what had 
to be done to each individual piece in order to make it command top dollar 
in the antique market. 

All the while, the noisy old air conditioner kept expelling cool air that 
made the living room feel like heaven to Elsie who was all too aware of the 
oven to which she should soon return. 

Harold's apartment in the old building on Commonwealth took on the aspects 
of Buckingham Palace when Elsie thought about going back to her little 
hotbox in the tenement building. Neither of them suggested that she spend 
the night; it just happened. By midnight she stretched out her naked body on 
the cool sheets of his bed. Soon he climbed on top of her and drove the 
swollen head of his cock between the soft lips of her vagina. It was well 
lubricated from their previous encounters and he slid easily into her now 
until he felt his balls pressing into the lower recesses of her crotch. It 
was a beautiful feeling... as though he were sinking deeper and deeper into 
a warm bowl of jelly as he gradually penetrated her to the very hilt of his 
manly staff. 

Something about the soft insertion enflamed his mind and made the widespread 
girl beneath him seem like a true goddess of love rather than just another 
open cunt. It suddenly began to seem that deep inside of her body was where 
he really belonged. When, at last, after pistoning their bodies together for 
long minutes, they expelled their juices to one another, Harold felt that he 
had, at long last, come home to where he really belonged. They fell asleep 
with his cock still firmly implanted in her cunt. 

It was the most comfortable night's sleep Elsie had experienced since the 
early summer hot spell had descended upon Boston. His dong had plopped out 
of her silken snatch when she awakened, but she felt the nearness of his 
body and reached out to caress him and draw him close to her again. 

This morning they made love slowly and tenderly. There was none of the 
desperate demands of pent-up lusts for each other. They fucked now with the 
comfort and security of old friends and lovers. Elsie had never felt so 
completely at home with a man as she did now with Harold. In some ways it 
made this screw even more thrilling than the first had been last night. He 
hovered suspended above her, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows. 
His hairy chest tickled her swelling nipples as she drove his big dong 
deeper and deeper into her crimson gash, still swollen and enflamed from the 
attentions it had received eight hours earlier. Now his cock filled her cunt 
comfortably, fitting it as perfectly as the proper foot for Cinderella's 
glass slipper. 

When she came to his pistoning prick, it was a totally different sensation 
than she had ever experienced before. Always she had felt a great physical 
and emotional thrill from her orgasms. Now, for the first time, she felt the 
added delight of something almost ethereal or spiritual about their ultimate 
lovemaking. She felt his cock swell and expel its liquid love into the very 
depths of her hungry quim, then her muscles convulsed and contorted around 
his sweetly embedded member as wave after wave of the titanic orgasm swept 
her away into a bottomless sea of sexual satisfaction. As their mutual 
coming to each other homogenized their liquid offerings, it was as though 
their futures were fused together into a lifelong weldment of purpose and 
achievement. 

Later they went to work together. Neither cared that tongues might wag over 
the fact that they had left together the afternoon before and now came in 
together in the same clothes. On her morning coffee break, Elsie phoned her 
father at the bar, explaining that she was staying with one of the girls at 
work who was very sick and was afraid to be alone. It may have been her 
imagination, but it seemed to her that the old man was delighted at the 
privacy her absence afforded him. 

They went to lunch together in the store cafeteria and after work Elsie 
merely joined him as he walked to his car. They had no date and nothing had 
been said about her returning to his apartment. It was just one of those 
mutual assumptions that it would happen. On the way home they stopped by a 
grocery and picked up TV dinners and a gallon of cheap red wine. 

While Elsie slipped the frozen dinners in the oven and poured them each a 
water tumbler of the wine, Harold undressed and put on a 
disreputable-looking old bathrobe that served as his working clothes. She 
watched, fascinated, while he used paint remover and scrapers to remove the 
crackled varnish from an antique table. The fumes of the toxic paint remover 
coupled with the wine put them both in a giddy mood. Every time his robe 
would gap open, she would reach in and tickle his cock and balls. It started 
out as a playful gesture but soon assumed serious proportions as his prick 
grew and hardened to where it stuck out of the slit where the robe came 
together. 

"For God's sake, don't get paint remover on that thing. You can use it to 
scrape anywhere inside me that you like, but I don't need that smelly stuff 
on it. Seeing what it does to that old varnish, I dread to think what it 
might do to my young twat." 

"Maybe I'd better wash it first," he suggested. 

"I'll wash it for you," she volunteered, dropping to her knees and taking 
the mauve glans into her tender lips. 

He twitched and groaned with delight as her tongue darted up and down his 
swollen urethral tube while her soft lips caressed the enflamed shaft and 
the sensitive head and corona were treated to the damp warmth of her mouth 
and throat. 

Slipping her hands beneath his robe, she cupped the cheeks of his ass and 
pulled him even deeper into her wanton mouth. Her confused mind was caught 
on the horns of a dilemma as her hungry cunt cried out for an internal 
massage by that hard hot manflesh, but her palate demanded to be treated to 
the taste of his sweet come. Before she could make up her mind as to which 
was the more urgent need, the die was cast for her. His hands grasped her 
head and she felt the welcome swelling of the head of his cock in her mouth 
just before his hot love lava flowed and its wondrous flavor permeated her 
gums and coated her teeth while it enthralled her palate. 

Oh, how she loved the taste of his come in her mouth. For a moment, she 
thought that she was going to come herself, just from the thrill of 
ingesting his. When his outpouring had stopped and he had begun to shrink 
back to normal size, she released him, trying to retain as much of his 
delightful ball brandy in her mouth as she could to enjoy it slowly, as one 
sniffs rare brandy from a brandy inhaler, becoming intoxicated by its very 
aroma. 

He wanted to return her oral favors and, even though her silken slit was 
juicy with anticipation, her practical German mind warned her that their 
dinners would burn. Reluctantly, she postponed her pleasures until later and 
rushed to the oven to extract the tinfoil plates just in time. 

During dinner Elsie asked, "Tell me about the table you're refinishing." 

"Well, it's a genuine Victorian piece. I found it at one of those charity 
rummage sales for eight dollars. It was in disreputable shape. I had to glue 
and clamp the legs and fill in a few deep gouges. Now I'll strip it to the 
bare wood and re-finish it with French varnish and wax until it gets the 
desired patina. It takes about five hours work, but I already have it sold 
to a faggot decorator for a hundred dollars. That's how I'm making the money 
to finance my career." 

"I'd love to help you, if you'll show me how." 

"Okay. The next step is tedious but easy. We rub it down carefully with fine 
steel wool until every trace of the old varnish is gone. Then we wash it 
with benzine and when it dries, start to refinish. It may be a little rough 
on your hands and fingernails." 

"I don't give a damn. I'll enjoy feeling that I am helping to get your 
career launched." She wondered if he got the implication of her attitude 
that she wanted to share more than just the start of his announced climb to 
riches and luxury. 

After two hours of lovingly massaging the old table with steel wool, then 
washing and drying it with the benzine, Harold mixed the French varnish of 
shellac, alcohol and a little reddish-brown stain. He showed her how to rub 
it carefully into the grain with folded cheesecloth. He did the top while 
she did the legs and base. All the while they sipped on the wine. 

When Elsie went into the bathroom to wash up, she decided to get more than 
just her hands clean, so she drew a tub of hot water which was still a rare 
treat for her. She concentrated as much on soaping her snatch as she did on 
scrubbing her hands. She wanted it to be kissing clean. After drying 
herself, she returned to the living room stark naked. No matter how much 
toweling she did she could never seem to get that hairy gash thoroughly dry. 
She sat in the large club chair and hooked her legs over the arms, treating 
her open sex slot to the cool air from the noisy little air conditioner. She 
began to fan it with her hands. 

Harold, watching intently, volunteered, "Here, let me help you." 

He squatted cross-legged like an old-fashioned tailor before her chair, 
brought his face close to her gaping cunt and began to blow his warm breath 
into and around it, slowly and delightfully evaporating the last of the 
bathwater. 

"Hey, that tickles, especially when your wind goes through my cunthair. You 
better be careful. You're likely to get me all sexed up," she taunted. 

"Now wouldn't that be awful," he teased, redoubling his deep breathing and 
stimulating exhaling. 

Soon the watery dampness of her bath disappeared and was replaced by tiny 
droplets of a heavier moisture of internal origin as her pussy palpitated 
and fairly puckered at the thrilling nearness of his expert mouth. He saw 
the minute beads of love dew that glistened on and around the lips of her 
seething vagina. The heat from it was becoming so intense that it radiated 
against his lips as though he had brought his face within an inch of a hot 
iron. 

He began to tease her cunt with his fingers now, running them around and 
over the erogenous area and trailing them lightly through the big bush of 
ash blonde cunthair. Hooking two fingers into each side of her vaginal 
opening, he stretched them as widely as he could and peered into her private 
recesses like an examining gynecologist. 

"God, Elsie, you're beautiful in there. You're every bit as lovely on the 
inside as you are on the outside." 

"What does the inside of my cunt look like, Harold? When I was a young girl, 
I tried to see it in a mirror, but I could never get the light right." 

"It's like a crystal cave with translucent walls of rose-pink quartz. I wish 
I could crawl all the way in and explore every thrilling inch of your 
interior." 

"You make it sound like one of those travelog movies," she laughed. "What 
are you going to call your documentary? Something catchy, like Through the 
Vaginal Canal with Gun and Camera?" 

"Don't joke about it. This is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. I 
could be happy just staring into your sweet snatch all night." 

"Well, maybe that would keep you happy, but I require something a little 
more physical than your Peeping Tom game. Oh, Harold, stop playing around 
and torturing me. I'm as horny as a bitch wolf in mating season. Suck my 
cunt! Let me feel your wonderful stiff tongue and your soft lovely lips. I'm 
burning up in there. Please suck me! I need to feel your tongue lapping into 
my hot cunt and sucking every drop of come out of it. Now, Harold, suck me 
now!" 

"Okay, lady, you asked for it... you're gonna get it," he declared as he 
pressed his face into contact with the fur-fringed pink valley and drove his 
tongue all the way into her creamy tunnel of love. 

"Oh God, that's wonderful! Tongue fuck me as deep as you can get in!" 

He drove his tongue into her so deep that the muscles at its base ached, 
then she pulled it in and out of her seething snatch as though it were an 
oral dildo standing in for a hard prick. She moaned and sighed and her head 
rolled from side to side as she clamped his head between her soft thighs and 
raised her crotch tighter and tighter to his mouth. On every third stroke of 
his tongue, he would withdraw completely and flick the tip of it over her 
swollen little clitoris once or twice before driving it back deep into her 
vulva. 

"Oh, yes, tongue me, lick me, kiss me, suck me, bite me, chew me, eat me up, 
but, for God's sake, you've got to put out the fires that are consuming my 
crotch. Eat my cunt, baby, eat it all up!" 

Following her suggestions, he began to switch from one exotic treatment to 
another, alternately using his tongue, his lips, and his teeth on her hot 
trembling creaming cunt. Elsie began to tremble and then shudder violently 
in appreciation of the series of erotic thrills that were almost beyond 
human endurance. 

"Oh, it's so beautiful. It won't be long now. Pretend that you're a hungry 
tomcat and that my pussy is a bowl of heavy cream. Lap every drop of cream 
out of me with your wonderful tongue." 

She was thrashing about in the chair now, clutching the brinks of a mammoth 
orgasm that would hurtle her into a bottomless chasm of sheer sensuous 
satisfaction. 

"Oh, my God, I'm coming!" 

"Give it to me, baby. Give it all to me. Come right in my mouth," he 
muttered as best he could with his lips glued to her seething slit. 

"Now! Right now. Oh, you've got it! Take it all, don't leave a drop in 
there!" 

Just as she started to come, he slipped the middle finger of his right hand 
all the way up her asshole. The sudden new sensation at the very moment of 
her orgasmic relief seemed to double her ecstasy as she let flow the 
greatest come of her life. A million colored comets and falling stars filled 
the skies as Mount Vesuvius erupted with a deafening roar. Her inner 
muscular spasms seemed to go on endlessly as she flowed on and on, the 
gushing wellsprings of her sex pouring forth until they reached an arid 
dryness. She plunged into a void of heavenly total satisfaction as she fell 
back against the cushion of the chair in a near faint. 

Once he was satisfied that he had drained the very dregs from the kegs of 
her vaginal juices, Harold pulled his face away and crawled up to kiss her 
on her other mouth. His lips were coated with her warm fluid offerings and 
she could taste her cunt on his lips as he kissed her deeply and 
passionately. 

"Was it good, honey? Did I suck your little cunt just the way you wanted it 
done?" he asked needlessly. 

She threw her arms around him and pulled him close to her still heaving 
tits, nearly smothering him in the mountains of soft flesh as she answered, 
"Oh, my dear, it was simply superb! You've got to be the greatest 
cunt-lapper in the whole world. I've never felt anything so thrilling in my 
whole life." 

"Did I get it all?" he asked, obviously looking for further compliments. 

"Clear down to my toenails!" 

"I'm glad. I love to suck your cunt and I want to do it just the way you 
like it best." 

"My dear boy, tonight you did more than suck my cunt. You gave me a French 
hysterectomy. That surgical tongue of yours took out everything inside me!" 

Harold suggested now that a midnight snack might have a restorative effect 
upon their spent sex centers. He went to the kitchen and opened a tin of 
sardines and produced a small flat ball of Gouda cheese which he served on a 
platter with saltines and Ry-Krisp. To wash it down, he poured two full 
tumblers of the red wine. 

As they nibbled and drank, Elsie was filled with a glow of sheer 
contentment. She was thoroughly happy and delightfully comfortable in this 
crazy old apartment with this eager young man who was so consumed with the 
fires of ambition. 

Not understanding her quiet attitude, Harold finally asked about it. "A 
penny for your thoughts." 

"Oh, they're worth a lot more than that. I was just thinking how happy I am 
here with you. I feel more at home than I've ever felt in my life. It makes 
me hate to go back home." 

"Tell me about your home and your family," he prompted. He wanted to learn a 
little more before expressing the thought that was at the back of his mind. 

"There isn't much to tell. What I refer to loosely as 'home' is a crummy 
fifth floor walk-up tenement cold-water flat. My room is like a slightly 
oversized closet. As to family, there is just my dad. I seldom see him. He 
gets up and goes to work before I get out of bed. We used to visit some at 
nights but now, since he's brought some floozie in to live with him, I feel 
that I have to closet myself in my little cubicle whenever they're around. 
We have no bathroom and only two temperatures; too hot all summer and too 
cold all winter. I hate it. Often, at night, I can hear them fucking or 
sucking in the room next door and I get all hot and have to play with 
myself. She's one of those noisily passionate broads who moan and scream and 
make a lot of sex talk while they're screwing. It drives me nuts, but I 
can't afford a place of my own. Not yet, anyway." 

"Goddamn, that's wonderful!" he exclaimed. 

"Wonderful, shit... it's simply awful." She sounded surprised at his 
comment. 

"No, you misunderstood me. I mean that I was afraid you came from a big 
happy family in a nice home and would scoff at the idea of moving into this 
crummy pad with me," he explained. 

"Surely you're not serious," she said, praying that he was. 

"I've never been more serious in my life. Please, Elsie, move in here and 
live with me. There's plenty of room and you won't have to pay any rent and 
you get a ride back and forth to work. How about it?" 

"You mean you want me to be your mistress and live with you?" 

"That's exactly what I mean." 

"Well then, say it." 

"I want you to be my mistress and live with me," he sputtered. 

"Oh, darling, I thought you'd never ask. What took you so long?" She threw 
herself into his arms and smothered him with kisses. 

"Does that mean that you will?" he asked stupidly. 

"You bet your sweet ass it does. Now don't you try to crawfish out of it, 
Harold Levenson. You issued a formal invitation and I accepted it. You try 
to cancel it now and I'll claw your eyes out and tear your balls off. I've 
never been so happy about anything." 

"Yeah, me too," he beamed. He could not conceive of the fact that getting a 
broad to live with you could be such a simple matter as just asking. 

While Harold went to the bathroom and prepared for bed, Elsie put away the 
cheese, sardines, and crackers and washed the plate and glasses. She vowed 
that she would be the best housekeeper in town, now that she had a house to 
keep. 

Once they were in bed Harold asked, "Don't you think we should seal our 
agreement?" 

"Sure, you mean seal it with a kiss?" 

"I had something a little more intimate in mind." 

At his suggestion, she crouched on her hands and knees in the middle of the 
mattress while he knelt behind her. She stroked his cock and rubbed it 
against her juicy twat until he had a beautiful hard-on. She guided the 
purplish head into the pink lips of her cunt and he drove into her, dog 
fashion. 

Once they had completed the penetration and established their rhythm, he 
leaned forward and reached beneath her to cup and caress her big hanging 
tits in his hands. As he pulled them to the sides, Elsie found that she 
could look back between her legs and watch his dangling balls swing back and 
forth like a fleshy pendulum as he drove his stiff prick in and out of her 
soft juicy cunt. The sight fascinated her. She watched them jerk and twitch 
as he shot his load of hot jism into her cunt where she could feel it splash 
off her uterus. It was all she needed. Her vaginal muscles clutched and 
squeezed at his embedded member, milking his balls dry while she came right 
along with him. 

Harold had not been without the visual delights of this position. He had 
thrilled to the sight of his swollen cock pistoning in and out of that hairy 
gash of hers. He was fascinated by the way her vaginal lips extended and 
clutched at his prick on the backstroke as though urging it not to leave. 
Then on the forestroke they collapsed within her vulva. As they fucked, 
those lips kept working in and out like a bellows. They seemed to swell and 
darken in color as she got ready to come. Then he bent back over her to play 
with her beautiful big boobs again and could no longer watch the puckering 
and sucking lips of her cunt. 

Elsie slept like a baby. Harold was on his side, behind her. His arm was 
around her, holding onto one of her tits, while his soft limp cock touched 
the cheek of her ass. She felt safe and happy. There would be no more icy 
mornings with frozen plumbing, and no more sweltering hot sleepless nights 
spent listening to her father fuck that slut he had brought home. 

Like many a woman before her, Elsie had taken her first steps up the ladder 
to happiness and luxury, not with her feet nor her brains, but with her cunt 
and her mouth. As she fell asleep, she wondered just how high these two 
assets could take her. At this moment in life, she was so pleased with 
herself that she gave no thought to Newton's law that states what goes up... 
must come down. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Elsie awakened at the crack of dawn. She sneaked from bed and went to the 
bathroom. She was about to pee when she realized that her cunt was dripping. 
The huge load of come that Harold had shot into her last night was seeping 
out. Holding back her desire to pee, she reached down and scooped at her 
cream-filled snatch with her cupped fingers. When they were filled with his 
precious fluids, she squeezed the lips of her cunt tightly together with her 
other hand and withdrew the one she had used as a ladle. 

She caught the musky aroma of his semen as her hand neared her face. She 
brought it close to her nose and filled her nostrils with the heady 
fragrance. She looked closely at his come in the early morning light. It was 
as heavy as pure honey and the whiteness of it was pearlescent and shimmered 
in the light. She slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them dry. 
The taste was different somehow and it came to her that his come was now 
mingled with the juices of her own cunt. 

She went back several more times until she had scraped her hot little 
receptacle dry of the lovely liqueur. Her bladder nearly burst from the 
waiting, but she would not dream of letting this heavenly nectar drip down 
to go wasted on a toilet bowl. Now she let blast so hard that the heavy 
stream splashed little drops of water back up between her spread legs. 

The taste of Harold's come always made her so horny she couldn't stand it. 
Now that she had eaten a load from her snatch, she was hungry for a fresh 
from the source supply. Returning to the bedroom, she found Harold lying 
flat on his back in the middle of the bed. He had thrown off the sheet and a 
beautiful erection arose from the hairy triangle at his groin. 

It was only a little after five-thirty. They didn't have to get to work 
until nine-fifteen. Now that she had been asked to move in with him, Elsie 
wouldn't rest easy until her few possessions were removed from the old flat 
and installed here. Her father would be leaving for work soon and perhaps 
Harold would take her over to remove her things before they went to work. 
She knew how hard he worked and hated to awaken him early, but this was 
important. Perhaps a special type of wake-up might put him in a good mood. 

She sat on the side of the bed and, with the barest touch of her fingertips, 
stroked his swollen cock and caressed his balls. Her head was splitting from 
all of the cheap wine last night and she figured that his erection was 
probably just a hangover hard-on, but she intended to take full advantage of 
it. She might wind up with nothing but a mouthful of pee from a strictly 
piss hard-on, but it was worth the chance. 

She bent over his sleeping form and slipped her warm moist lips over his 
turgid member. He groaned slightly in his sleep as he felt the tip of his 
cock encased in her damp, hot mouth. While her hands stroked the base of his 
cock and caressed his balls and massaged them, she slid deeper and deeper 
down over the hot staff of his manhood. 

He raised his ass off the mattress and thrust his hips at her face as he 
struggled to implant his feverish cock deeper and deeper in the hot damp 
recesses of her throat. Rhythmically, she slid her hungry mouth up and down 
the length of that stiff obelisk of flesh, while he began to breathe more 
heavily and grasp her head and press it more tightly to his sex. 

She watched as his eyes opened in happy surprise just moments before he 
crumbled his cookies in her hot wet mouth, while she swallowed and moaned in 
a gourmet's delight, satiating her erotic appetite on the delicious juices 
of his personal sweetbreads. His creamy discharge tasted sweeter and fresher 
now that she received it straight from the udder than when she had scooped 
it second hand from her soft warm receptacle. 

"What a delightful way to be awakened from happy dreams to an even happier 
morning," he smiled as he pulled her close and buried his face in her big 
soft tits. 

"Don't get any bright ideas, buster. You've had yours. Now I have plans on 
which you have to help me. Just tell me where to find the coffeepot. While 
you shower, I'll make coffee, then we'll swing by my place, pick up my 
things, and leave them in the trunk all day so that I can officially move in 
after work. That is, if you still want me for a roommate." 

"You bet your sweet Bippy I do," he said as he slipped his fingers down to 
nuzzle her cunthair and dip, for a moment or two, into her warm, moist 
snatch. Then he hopped from bed and made for the bathroom. 

"The coffeepot is in the upper left-hand cabinet. The coffee is right next 
to it. If you want toast, there's bread in the second drawer on the right of 
the sink." 

Elsie ran happily to the kitchen and put on the coffee and got ready to make 
toast. It would only take her a minute to dress and so she performed these 
playhouse duties in the nude. Just as the coffee was beginning to perk, 
Harold emerged from the bathroom. He was freshly shaved and smelled of 
aftershave and underarm deodorant. He checked the coffeepot and led her by 
the hand back to bed. 

"We have at least five minutes to wait," he explained, easing her back onto 
the mattress and pressing his face to her crotch. He licked and sucked at 
her cunt in his usual proficient manner until she felt her inner pinata 
break and spew forth its presents into his eager mouth. She wondered if he 
had been taught to suck cunt by a lesbian, since he did it so perfectly. 

After their coffee and toast, they dressed and piled into his car. They 
carried two shopping bags from his kitchen and a battered valise from his 
closet. When they arrived at her flat, they saw no one in the halls, other 
than a few mice and rats after the paper sacks of garbage left outside the 
apartment doors and one old man on the third floor, in an Indian blanket 
robe and felt carpet slippers, rushing to the little closet with the smelly 
toilet bowl. 

It didn't take long to pack her possessions: the fur outfit from Joe 
Friedman and all of the junk jewelry and watches from the traveling 
salesmen. Her father was gone, but his present paramour was in his bedroom, 
snoring like a horse. The door to her bedroom was open and she lay 
spread-eagled on the bare mattress, her huge hairy gash open in a mass of 
purple and red, looking for all the world like she was the victim of a 
Chinese tong war. 

Elsie scribbled a brief note which she left on the kitchen table for her 
father. She explained that she thought he would be happier having complete 
privacy with his new girl friend and that she had made arrangements to share 
an apartment with a co-worker at Sears. She did not mention that the 
co-worker was a man. As she and Harold carried her few pathetic sex trophies 
down the malodorous stairwell of the stench-ridden slum, Elsie made yet 
another vow to herself and her future. 

"No matter what happens, I'll never live like this again." 

Snuggled close to him as they drove out of the sordid neighborhood, she 
managed to close her mind completely on those first eighteen years of her 
life. It was as though she had just been born this moment, next to this 
ambitious man. She felt one little pang as they drove past the little 
second-hand clothing store run by Joe Friedman and his father. It looked so 
poor and cheap. She shuddered at the thought that this was where she had 
lost her cherry, believing that a room with heat and a bath was the height 
of luxury. She had come a long way since then and it had cost her many comes 
to make the trip. 

Her next five months with Harold were deliriously happy. She did a 
housekeeping job on their apartment that brought him to comment, "Honey, 
this place hasn't been so clean since it left the lumberyard." 

She went with him in search of refinishable furniture and wore the skin off 
her hands, assisting him in restoring antiques. She coached him on the 
questions for the impending insurance license exam. Everything seemed to be 
progressing on schedule on his personal timetable for success. Through his 
sideline antique business, he now had several thousand dollars in the bank 
to tide them over until he got established in the insurance business. They 
were divinely happy together until that horrible afternoon when she went to 
Doctor Bernard because of her constant nausea. Her whole world seemed to 
tumble down around her shoulders when the doctor informed her that she was 
pregnant. She was afraid to tell Harold. It would upset his entire timetable 
for his career. Even an abortion would cost five hundred and it had taken 
them a long time to save that much. 

In bed that night, as they were fucking, she made her stumbling confession, 
sure that Harold would become irate. Instead, he was deliriously happy with 
the news and insisted they should have the baby. She knew what it meant as a 
blow to their budget, but he was adamant that she have the best of care and 
treatment. 

Two months later, her morning sickness became so severe that she could not 
keep up her job at Sears. There had been a lot of suspicion and gossip that 
she and Harold had been living together, so she did not dare tell the truth 
to the personnel department. Rather than go onto sick leave, she merely 
waited to be fired for not reporting on the job. 

She and Harold had long ago tossed their incomes into the same pot. She 
realized what a drag she would be on him now. As yet her pregnancy did not 
show, and wanted to do something to keep up her end. 

After Harold was safely at work, Elsie would get dressed and go down to the 
downtown hotel lobbies and cocktail lounges and peddle her ass. A slightly 
pregnant woman looks very sexy and so for the first few months she did very 
well. She covered it all with Harold by explaining that a friendly old 
maiden aunt wanted to help in her hour of need. 

Once her pregnancy became glaringly obvious, she was no longer able to turn 
the twenty-dollar tricks. Explaining why her old aunt had suddenly cut her 
short posed a problem. As a result she worked even harder and longer. Her 
belly had swollen to unbelievable proportions. Nobody, even the horniest 
traveling salesman, wanted to fuck her now. She was reduced to peddling 
head. It's a funny psychological thing about selling blow jobs. If a girl is 
trim and fuckable, a guy will pay her extra to give him head. If she is fat 
and pregnant and can't do anything else, he wants a cut rate for head. 

Elsie found herself hard pressed to locate and service enough customers for 
cocksucking to bring home the allowance she said her aunt had promised her. 
From twenty bucks for a simple trick, her rate dropped to five for a head 
job and, when things got rough, she even blew a few guys for two dollars. 
Often, in order to bring home dear auntie's "copious largesse," she blew 
guys until her jaws ached by the time she got back and tried to look like a 
demure little girl in Harold's apartment. 

By the time her belly swelled until it felt and looked like she had 
swallowed a watermelon, Harold gave up all attempts to have sex with her. He 
was afraid to fuck her for fear of disfiguring the baby and she didn't offer 
to go down on him since she had already encountered a commercial overdose of 
cocksucking. 

One night, as they lay close together in bed, she could feel his rising 
erection pressing against the cheeks of her ass. She was very much in love 
and felt that she was failing him in this period. Without being asked, she 
rolled over flat on her tummy and spoke to him over her shoulder. "Harold, I 
want you to fuck me in the ass. Go ahead, it can't hurt the baby. It will 
relieve you and it might even feel good to me." 

Moments later, he mounted her firm full buttocks and guided the head of his 
big stiff cock into the tight little pursed tan ring of her rear. They were 
both dry and the efforts to make anal penetration were fruitless and 
painful. At last Harold remembered a pump bottle of Keri lotion in the 
bathroom. He rushed to get it and coated his hands well as he massaged her 
beautiful buttocks and drove his fingers down into the valley between them. 
He covered her tight little anus with the creamy lotion and finally worked 
one finger, then two, into the tight stricture of her rear. He coated his 
cock with the lotion. Now he guided the spongy head of his throbbing cock to 
the center of the tan starfish opening of her asshole and pressed firmly 
inward. The resistance of the little ring of muscle was easily overcome by 
the lubrication of both their mating surfaces and he slid tightly but 
comfortably into her anus. 

"Oh, Harold, that's wonderful! I've missed that beautiful prick of yours so 
much lately. Shove it all the way up my ass. Bugger me good, baby." 

Inch by inch, he drove it deeper and deeper into her asshole until his balls 
pressed tight against the smooth cheeks of her lovely rump. Elsie raised up 
slightly on knees and elbows to take the pressure off her swollen belly and 
to bring her ass closer to him. She wanted him to cornhole her violently, 
but he was gentle and considerate of his unborn child. In a way, this put a 
whole new light on anal intercourse in Elsie's mind. It became something 
tender and sweet and superbly intimate. It had been a long time since she'd 
had an orgasm and now she came three times while his hot rod drove in and 
out of her posterior posthole. She thrilled as she felt the swelling deep 
inside her bowels as he burst and flushed her lower intestines with the 
heavy milk of his love. 

Afterwards, they rolled slowly over onto their sides without breaking 
contact. They went to sleep with his cock still held tight in her asshole. 

Even in her sleep she did little tricks with her anal muscles and, instead 
of softening and slipping out of her rear, Harold got a fresh hard-on while 
his cock was still up her ass. He thought that he was having a wet dream but 
in reality he was fucking her with his rectum roto-rooter while they both 
slept. He moaned in his sleep as he blew another load of his hot come into 
her hot tight asshole while her muscles hugged and squeezed him in 
appreciation of the anal massage he had provided. 

A few weeks later he went in for the three-hour state examination which he 
had to pass to get his insurance salesman's license. They had stayed up all 
night the night before the test to review and cram off of the complex 
information into his head. He came home afterward completely wrung out and 
frustrated. He was sure that he had flunked out but wouldn't know for a week 
or so. He took a hot bath and crawled into bed. He was too nervous to sleep. 
Elsie rubbed his back, chest, and legs with lotion. She began to pet and 
massage his limp cock and to gently squeeze his balls. It was like a massage 
with a velvet glove and inch by inch his prick expanded and grew to towering 
heights. 

She started to go down on it and suck him off, but he seemed to be enjoying 
what she was doing so much that she continued to masturbate his throbbing 
cock. She coated it with more of the lotion and this made the running of her 
hands up and down its hot length as soft and smooth as the walls of a creamy 
cunt. When he was ready to come, she planned to swoop down and take the 
swollen head into her mouth so as to not lose a drop of his sweet come. She 
mistimed by a split second and he spurted upward like a spouting whale when 
her open mouth was an inch above him. His jism shot right into her hungry 
mouth and she rapped it like she was taking water from a drinking fountain. 
She swallowed the first jettison quickly so as not to lose it and had the 
tip of his cock safely inside her soft warm lips before the second and third 
jets of love juice left the slit that was the fountainhead of her treasures. 
How different his come tasted than that of her various customers. It was as 
different as brandy and beer. She wondered if it were chemical or merely 
emotional. 

Now thoroughly relaxed, he fell asleep. Elsie tried but she was emotionally 
frustrated. She loved her sex and playing with his cock and tasting his come 
had made her hot as hell. Lately he hadn't even sucked her cunt or fucked 
her up the ass. Now for the first time since they had been together, she ran 
her hand down to her hairy hole and fingered her clit. She was all juicy. 
Suddenly she had an inspiration. Harold was sleeping flat on his back, his 
limp spent prick hanging down against his leg. She straddled his prone 
sleeping body and lowered her seething snatch down just above his soft cock. 

She couldn't see past her swollen belly but she reached down and gripped the 
inert pecker just behind the corona. She lifted it to her cunt and rubbed 
the tender spongy head of it back and forth across her clitoris. It felt 
ever so much better than her finger had. She rubbed it down into her vulva 
to pick up some of the cream for lubrication, then proceeded to massage her 
swollen panic button with that tenderest part of a man's body. She kept it 
up until she had come three times, then she let go of his still soft cock 
and crawled off him to her own side of the bed. Tonight she had jerked him 
off and this was a fair play turnabout that he had masturbated her with the 
tip of his limp cock. Smiling at the thought she fell asleep. 

A week later Harold heard from the insurance commissioner. He had passed the 
exam and his license was enclosed. 

"This calls for a celebration," Elsie exclaimed as she produced a cake and 
wine. 

"They say that one good turn deserves another, so perhaps one license 
deserves another. Why don't we go down tomorrow and get a marriage license? 
After all, if I'm going to be a big insurance magnate, I can't afford to 
have any bastard kids running around, can I?" 

Elsie's eyes had suddenly filled with tears. She had never been this happy. 
Even after he had knocked her up neither of them had mentioned marriage. She 
had begun to think it was too much to hope for. Now this wildest of dreams 
had come true. 

"You don't really have to marry me, you know," she sobbed when she finally 
found her voice. 

"Did it ever occur to you I might want to marry you?" he asked softly. 

"You've never said that you love me," she pouted. 

"Of course I love you, Elsie." 

"How much?" 

His eyes dropped from her face to the bursting seams of her one and only 
maternity dress and he started to laugh as he said, "Take off your clothes 
and look in the mirror and you'll see just how much I love you. From the way 
it kicks at night, I think we're going to have a centaur." 

"I'll take off my clothes, but not to look in the mirror," she answered 
seductively as she started to disrobe. When she was completely naked, she 
crouched on her knees on the edge of the big chair and rested her head on 
the back cushion, raising her beautifully rounded buttocks to offer him 
access to her ass. The silent invitation must have worked, she thought, 
hearing a slight whirring noise as he unzipped his fly and took out his 
cock. 

He stood behind her between her spread legs as she kneeled on the chair 
edge. With his hands he spread the cheeks of her ass wide. That little 
asshole stared up at him like a brown-eyed Cyclops as she rubbed a little 
spittle on the top of his cock and guided it to the dead center of his 
target-Slowly he burrowed into her tight ass. When she let her muscles relax 
and her rectum dilated to more comfortably accommodate him, he began 
stroking in and out smoothly and easily. He loved the feel of her soft hot 
anal linings caressing his burgeoning prick as it shuttled in and out of the 
delightfully tight stricture. He spread her cheeks wide and watched with all 
the excitement of a voyeur at a peep show as his big cock completely 
disappeared inside the rosey beige doughnut deep in that wonderful valley. 

Elsie thrilled at the feel of his marvelous big prick beautifully plugging 
her asshole. She needed this, but something was missing. It finally occurred 
to her that he still had his pants on and had just unzipped and taken out 
his cock. "Harold, do me a favor. Take out your balls too. I want to feel 
them slapping against my cunt while you fuck me up the ass," she said. 

He did as she requested and then everything was perfect. She reached down 
under her swollen stomach and fingered her clit while his great ramrod drove 
ever deeper into her asshole. She came twice before he blasted a huge load 
into her with such force that, had she not been braced against the back 
cushion of the chair, would have knocked her flat on her face. His hot cream 
flooded into her entrails and made her realize how a radiator feels being 
backflushed. It was all so thrillingly beautiful that she felt sorry for all 
the pregnant women who had never learned the pleasures of allowing their 
lovers to dunk their dickie in their dung holes. 

The following Saturday they were married by a judge. The simple wedding 
certificate was the most beautiful picture Elsie had ever seen. It meant 
that she was now officially Mrs. Levenson. She wondered how long it would 
take to get used to giving her name as Elsie Levenson rather than Elsie 
Brand. 

Melinda Levenson was born the same day that Harold sold his first insurance 
policy. In a way it seemed that two new lives were starting out together. 

As soon as she got home from the hospital and the baby was safely in her 
crib, Harold couldn't wait to undress his wife. He covered her body with 
kisses and sucked on her beautiful big tits until milk came from her nursing 
mother's nipples. "Hey, Dad, leave a little for the baby!" she teased. 

He rubbed and kissed her flattened tummy as though he was afraid it wasn't 
for real. "Jesus, it's good to see you back to your beautiful figure again. 
I'm afraid I could never love a fat woman." 

"Maybe you think it doesn't seem good to me too. I feel like I had suddenly 
lost a hundred pounds. Now when I look down I can actually see my cunthair. 
I haven't seen it for months. The nurse wanted to shave me before the baby 
came but I wouldn't let her. A shaved cunt somehow doesn't look sexy and I 
wanted to make sure I would look sexy to you again. Do I, Harold?" 

"I'll let my cock answer that question for me," he laughed, as he stripped 
off his clothes to reveal a roaring hard-on. 

She ran into his arms and ground her hairy snatch up against the hot 
throbbing beauty. It seemed good to be able to mat their pubic hairs 
together again after the long months of her pregnancy. She rubbed her tits 
against his hairy chest. The swollen nipples felt like two thumbs grinding 
into his chest. He waltzed her over to the couch and they did a gentle 
lovers' fall. Her legs were around him in an instant and his swollen prick 
needed no guiding to slip into that juicy gash which was still somewhat 
dilated from the recent delivery. 

"Oh, fuck me, Harold. Fuck me good. It's been so long. I thought I'd go mad 
for want of your big cock in my cunt. Oh yes, that's it. Fuck me hard and 
deep." 

"I've missed that soft warm cunt of yours, baby. I loved buggering your 
tight little asshole, but this is different. It's kinda hard to beat the 
real thing. Give it to me, baby, raise that hot little snatch up tight to 
me. Oh, Christ, I can't hold back, I'm coming in your cunt, baby!" 

"Not without me, you're not," she insisted, drumming on the small of his 
back with the backs of her heels while she thrust her hot box up to him so 
violently that it threatened to suck him, balls and all, into the damp dark 
cave behind the hair. 

"Hurry. Right now!" he cried. 

"Yes, darling, now. I'm coming too! I'm coming right with you, all over that 
beautiful big cock of yours that stuffs my cunt so sweetly. Now! Ohhhhhh." 

"Ahhhh." 

Elsie had almost forgotten how wonderful it was to feel him jettison his hot 
load deep in her sex thimble. She felt it splash and flood around filling 
every deepest crevice and recess of her vagina just as the muscular spasms 
and contortions grasped appreciatively at his cock and her head swam with 
the emotional storm of her first normal fuck in months. It felt so 
absolutely mind blowing to feel him inside her that she wished she could cut 
off his cock and sew up her cunt lips to trap it inside her forever. 

After a long famine, one meal, even though it be a veritable feast, is not 
enough to satiate the ravenous pent-up appetites which have compounded their 
demands over the months. Thus it was with Elsie's hungry cunt. She tried to 
squeeze Harold's spent prick back to life with her inner muscles but finally 
succeeded only on plopping it out of her completely like some fleshy 
tiddlywink. Infuriated at her sudden loss, she threw him off her body and 
swooped down on his limp cock like a cormorant in a fishing dive on a 
herring. She swallowed it completely on one gulp and began sucking and 
chewing on it voraciously, demanding that it harden to further service her 
tortured twat. When his prick began to harden, she went down and swooped his 
balls into her mouth to further the process, while she stroked his cock with 
one hand and played with his asshole with the other. 

Once her frenzied efforts had achieved the desired results, she hopped onto 
her knees on the edge of the couch, saying, "Fuck me dog fashion! I want to 
look back, now that my belly no longer obstructs my view, and watch your 
cock going in and out of my cunt, if you'll lift my tits aside and out of 
the line of vision." 

"Wonderful idea! I love to fuck you in that position, anyway. I can rub my 
sensitive urethral tube right against your swollen little clitoris and 
produce maximum results for both of us. Besides I like to look down and 
watch it going in and out of your hot hole." 

While they were fucking this way, at one point he squeezed her tits so hard 
that little streams of milk shot out into his hands. Meanwhile, she reached 
down between her legs and squeezed his balls while he drove his swollen cock 
in and out of her demanding pussy. 

Twice his embedded prick felt the wild clutchings of her cunt as the muscles 
went through the contortions that crumbled her cookie for her. When the 
milking machine action hit his drooling dong for the third time, he let 
blast with a load that flew into her as though it had been shot out of a 
cannon. He had moved one of his milk-drenched hands to her ass and, using 
the mother's milk for lubricant, had been finger-fucking her rear while he 
took the cock-length strokes in and out of her tender trap. 

"Think that will hold you until we get to bed?" he asked, as they resumed 
normal sitting positions on the couch. 

"I guess so, provided we get to bed real early," she smiled, winking 
suggestively. 

"If you insist on keeping up this pace you're gonna fuck me to death." 

"Can you think of a nicer way to die?" 

"Well, no, but suppose you get knocked-up again. Why don't you go on the 
Pill or something?" 

"I can't do that. It's going against my old-fashioned religious upbringing. 
Besides I love making babies... your babies. I'd just as soon they came 
along nine months and twenty minutes apart." 

"In that case, I'd better step up my career timetable. You'll have my 
fortune spent on diaper services and Pablum before I even have a chance to 
make it." 

"Don't worry about your precious career. I'll be able to help more now." She 
didn't bother to explain that what she meant was now that she had regained 
her superb figure, she could contribute to the family income by doing a 
little hustling while he was out working. She figured that a babysitter 
would only cost her a buck an hour, while whoring should bring in between 
ten and fifty dollars an hour. 

Later in bed, Harold fucked her again. This time it was with her on top. 
Their bellies virtually grew together like Siamese twins. For a while she 
lay flat down on him, her hairy cunt squeezing and grinding against his 
entrapped cock and crushed balls, while her tits pressed against his chest 
and they kissed with their tongues doing that lovers' tango by dancing in 
and out of each other's mouth. 

"Raise up so that I can suck on your tits while we fuck, honey," he 
directed. 

She lifted her chest from his and supported herself with the palms of her 
hands flat against the mattress, letting her big full breasts dangle right 
down close to his face. He played with them with his hands, then sucked on 
one, then the other, as he alternated back and forth like a windshield 
wiper. 

"If you press them together, I'll bet you can get both nipples in your mouth 
at once," she suggested helpfully. 

"Goddamn, Elsie, you are a glutton where sex is concerned. I'll bet you wish 
I had two pricks so that I could fuck your cunt and asshole at the same 
time." 

"Beautiful idea. Let's talk to Dr. Bernard about a transplant!" 

"Okay, funny girl, now shut up and fuck me, since you're in the position to 
make with all the action." 

Being careful not to let his lover's lance slip out of her slit, Elsie 
raised her knees until she was crouched over him. Now, using her knees as 
fulcrums, she rode his cock like she was posting a horse, bouncing back and 
forth, up and down in the saddle in a beautiful rhythmic ride, while he 
chewed on her nipples. Occasionally, he was rewarded with some of her tit 
juice. He was beginning to like the strange flavor. Too bad it was like bock 
beer, only available during special short periods. 

Elsie had been setting the pace and positioning her cunt so as to get the 
greatest reaction to the upside-down fuck. Harold had felt her come once and 
knew that she would be able to keep going all night, or at least until he 
was fucked flat. Letting go of her tits while he still had the nipples in 
his mouth, he ran his hands down to her ass and grasped her buttocks, 
driving her down hard on his rod several times, making sure that she took 
every last millimeter of his swollen throbbing prick into her inner belly. 
Even as he plunged her cunt down over his stiff cock, he thrust upward with 
his hips. If they'd have gotten any closer, he'd have been behind her. 

"God, but it's good to be back in your cunt again!" he groaned as they 
fucked furiously. 

"Maybe you think I haven't missed feeling that wonderful cock of yours deep 
inside of me... in the front, I mean." 

Now, pulling her down violently so that his enraged prick was balls deep in 
her hot wet snatch, he spread the cheeks of her ass so far apart that she 
could not restrain herself from letting go with a loud juicy fart, just as 
he blasted his load against the wall of her uterus. She orgasmed with him 
and clutched and squeezed at his imprisoned cock. It was as though the very 
power of his eruption deep inside her had forced the wind out of the relief 
valve of her ass. 

She lay there atop him until his withered pecker plopped from her juicy 
snatch. Reluctantly, Elsie accepted the fact that his poor tired warrior had 
fought his last battle for tonight. As for herself, her gluttonous appetite 
was not yet satiated. Having lost his drained dong, she now crawled upward, 
still astride him, until her knees straddled his head and she lowered her 
dripping cunt to his face. 

There is a unique aroma to a freshly fucked cunt that is aphrodisiac in 
nature. This wild bouquet assailed his nostrils and again he clutched her 
beautifully rounded buttocks and pulled her to his mouth. The pearlescent 
milky fluids of their mixed sex juices were slowly flowing out of her 
directly into Harold's mouth. He was aware of a new taste now, mildly saline 
like swallowing seawater when swimming in the ocean. Although he had never 
tasted seaweed, he related the flavor to that of creamed kelp. He tongued 
and licked and sucked to extract every delicious drop. With a sudden shock, 
the realization dawned on him that the strange new taste was that of his own 
come, dripping back out of her cunt and into his mouth. That made two firsts 
for today... mother's milk and male semen. 

Once he had drained her hairy cup of every last drop of the nectars of their 
earlier encounters, he set about to suck her sweet little cunt in earnest. 
Hinged on her knees above his face, she could move up and down over his 
mouth to direct his tongue and lips to whatever area of her sex valley felt 
best at the moment. She took full advantage of her mobility in this position 
and dragged that silken slit across his tonguing mouth from clitoris to 
asshole. Every now and then he would hold her still over his mouth while he 
sucked the soft lips of her vagina into his own lips and then slid his 
tongue between them and deep into her velvet vulva in the most intimate of 
soul kisses. He felt her come once while he did this, but she was very 
sneaky about it, apparently fearing that he might stop once he thought he 
had brought her to a climax. 

She could not disguise the telltale contractions of those secret internal 
muscles as they clutched at his deeply embedded tongue. He merely patted her 
gently on the smooth cheeks of her rump and urged her to give him all she 
had. 

Rather than satisfying her, that first come into his mouth merely served to 
whet her appetite for oral sex. Her cunt had been sadly neglected during the 
last months of her pregnancy and Elsie had every intention of making up for 
lost time now. She squirmed about now until his tongue and lips were in 
direct contact with her swollen and enflamed little panic button. As he 
directed his full attention to that most sensitive area of the female 
anatomy, she said, "Oh yes, baby, eat my clit. Eat it up and make Mommy come 
real good again and again." 

He sucked the little pink and white pea that was now swollen out of its 
protective pod into his mouth and alternately flicked his tongue across it 
and gently chewed on the tiny nerve center. 

"That's beautiful, darling. Now finger-fuck me while you eat my clit. I want 
everything. I've got to come at least twice more." 

Harold slid one, then two fingers deep into her soft creamy vulva, moving 
them in and out rhythmically while he licked and sucked and chewed on her 
clitoris. 

"Shove a finger up my ass too while you suck my cunt and finger fuck me," 
she begged. 

Harold switched hands now, moving the middle finger that was all coated with 
her slimy cunt juice back to work all the way into her hot tight asshole, 
while he re-attacked her frontal area with the three middle fingers of his 
other hand. He pistoned all four fingers in and out of her fore and aft as 
he sucked voraciously on her enraptured clitoris, his nose nuzzled deeply 
into her soft cunt-hair. 

"Oh, my God, it's too much. I just can't stand it and yet I don't want it to 
end," she sobbed. Moments later, she emitted a loud moan of sheer ecstasy 
and her whole body shuddered in the throes of a mammoth orgasm as she came 
to his mouth and busy fingers. "I'm coming. Oh my God, how I'm coming!" she 
gasped needlessly. 

There was nothing sneaky about this climax. Its ferocity shook the whole bed 
as she begged him, "Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop now. Keep it up just 
like you're doing it to me and make me come once or twice more before you 
stop." 

Her hands, which had been braced against the headboard, moved down to grasp 
his head, emphasizing the desperation of her long-neglected sex center. 

Harold continued to lap at the cunt and attack her front and rear with his 
slime-covered fingers. She delighted in the dual impalement, while the 
northerly region of her sex trench luxuriated in the expert cunnilingus 
performed by his experienced tongue. Within minutes, true to her word, she 
came twice more before she raised her finally relaxed and satisfied quim 
from his exhausted mouth and fingers. 

She snuggled beside him now, rubbing her lovely tits against the hair of his 
chest. In the quiet that followed the tempestuous storm of her fevered sex 
session, her tummy made little internal rumbling noises. 

"Did you hear that?" she asked him. 

"Yes, sounds like you've overworked that whole area of your body." 

"Harold, you don't have any romance in your soul. What you heard was my 
pleased pussy trying to purr!" 

He missed her little funny since he had fallen into a sound sleep in which 
he dreamed about the sexy-looking career woman to whom he had been trying to 
sell a large retirement policy. She had made it painfully obvious that she 
wanted to play and he had wondered if he should screw her to help sell her. 

Now, in his dream, he was back in her luxurious office, giving her his sales 
pitch. She came around the desk and very close to him. He felt her firm tits 
rub against his arm and suddenly she was patting and stroking his cock 
through his pants. When it began to get hard, she unzipped his fly and, 
without a word, bent over and sucked it into her cool damp mouth. He felt 
her tender lips slide up and down the full length of his swollen prick while 
he continued his sales talk. Realizing that she was not paying the slightest 
attention to what he was saying, he gave up and ran his hand under her skirt 
and up the creamy smoothness of her inner thighs, stroking gently. 

Reaching his goal, he pushed his way under the elastic and into her panties. 
Her hair was coarse and stiff, almost as though it had hair spray on it, but 
her gash was hot and sticky. He slid easily inside to play stinkfinger with 
her while she gave him lovely head. Her mouth felt cool and clean to his 
feverish prick as she sucked it ever so gently and deeply. Her lips got 
clear down to his balls as she took him way down her throat. Her soft hands 
were cupping and caressing his balls as she slid her lips up and down the 
full length of his staff. Every minute or so she would come completely off 
it, then lick up and down the swollen under-tube and around the purplish 
knob while she caught her breath. Then she would take him back into her 
mouth and throat again. 

It felt so heavenly that he tried to hold back and enjoy it longer, but the 
silent demands of her hungry oral chasm were superior to his ability to 
resist them. He felt the come start at the soles of his feet and come 
rocketing upward through his bursting balls, up the tunnel and out the slit 
as he swelled and gushed the liquid oysters with their pearls into her 
appreciative mouth. Nor did she stop then. She continued to suck his cock 
long after the last drop of come had been extracted. At last she released 
his drained dickie and, still without a word, returned to the far side of 
the desk. 

Harold awakened with the sudden realization that he'd had a wet dream. Elsie 
was not beside him. She had probably gone to the bathroom. He reached under 
his pillow for his handkerchief and felt around for the puddle of jism. He 
could not find it and yet, feeling his cock, it was obvious that he had just 
come. Giving up the search, he went back to sleep, but the sexy-looking 
woman was nowhere to be found in his dreams now. 

In the bathroom, Elsie stood staring at herself in the mirror. She watched 
herself running her tongue around her teeth and gums, enjoying the flavor of 
her mouth. "You're nothing but a damned nympho." She told the reflection 
that she was ashamed of her. 

Returning to bed, she wondered if there was any such thing as enough sex 
where she was concerned. Harold had fucked her several times and sucked her 
cunt through so many comes that she'd lost count. That ought to be enough 
sex to satisfy a normal woman for a week and yet, as soon as he had fallen 
asleep, she had reached for Harold's limp prick. She had petted it gently 
for a while, almost idly. When she bent down and lowered her face to his 
sex, it had been just to inhale deeply of the musky odor of his manhood. She 
hadn't intended to suck his cock but, once it was right there before her, 
she seemed powerless to stop herself. 

The poor guy hadn't even stirred in his sleep while she gobbled on her 
favorite piece of meat. She had done it more slowly and gently than usual so 
as not to awaken him. He had moaned softly as she felt his glans swell in 
her mouth and flooded forth his come against her enraptured palate. As soon 
as she was sure she had gotten it all, she slipped to the bathroom quietly. 
She had looked in the mirror and opened her mouth wide. She enjoyed seeing 
his come inside her mouth. 

Sexually satiated for the moment, Elsie snuggled close to Harold and went to 
sleep. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was a little over a year after they were married before Harold gave up 
his job at Sears and devoted his full time to insurance. The going was rough 
at first and Elsie spent quite a bit of time peddling her ass in order to 
keep things going. She still found time to take a typing course and bought a 
second-hand typewriter to help Harold with his career. Each night she would 
write flowery letters of thanks to each person who had seen him that day. 
She kept a file of everyone's birthday and wedding anniversary and sent out 
cards to which she signed his name. 

During the lean early years she washed and ironed his shirts, pressed his 
suits, and kept his shoes shined. They were a real working partnership. In 
spite of all these activities, Elsie was a perfect wife and mother. When 
Harold was working on a real big prospect Elsie would often go with him and 
charm the potential client. At the end of four years, he was making as much 
at insurance as he had made on the steady job with Sears plus all his 
sideline activities. He was actually slightly ahead of his own career 
timetable. 

The first really big break came when Harold sold a large policy to the 
president of a large engineering company. The man had indicated that he was 
considering a comprehensive insurance and retirement plan for all of his key 
executives and smaller life policies on some twelve hundred employees. The 
competition was heavy but Harold was promised a chance to present his 
proposal. 

"Honey, if we could just swing this, we'll be on Easy Street from here on 
in. This deal can multiply our income by twenty. Just think of it." He was 
bubbling with enthusiasm as they discussed it at dinner that night. 

During the next week, Harold worked virtually around the clock to set up 
what he thought would be the best plan possible. Elsie typed it up and made 
constant telephone calls to the engineering company in order to get 
necessary personnel information, etc. Even their sex life was forsaken to 
make every moment of time and every iota of energy available to the big 
project. What few hours they did get in bed, Harold spent in fitful sleep. 
He didn't have strength enough to get a hard-on. Sometimes Elsie would play 
with his cock even though he was asleep, but nothing happened. She found her 
hand straying then to her own crotch and she would finger herself until she 
got enough relief to allow her to sleep. 

One afternoon Harold came home quite elated. Mr. Myers had accepted his 
invitation to dinner the night before the proposals were to be submitted. 

"I don't think he'd have said he'd have dinner with us unless he intends to 
buy from me. Do you agree?" he asked. 

"I'm sure I don't know. I've never even met the man. What kind of a guy is 
he?" she asked. 

"Well, he's fifty-six years old, a widower, and he neither smokes nor 
drinks. I'm afraid he has no vices. He is a self-made man who has amassed a 
fortune and admires hard work and success in others. You'll see. You're 
having dinner with us Thursday night." 

Thursday morning Harold gave Elsie twenty dollars to go to the beauty shop; 
a rare treat for her. At the beautician's suggestion, she had her hair 
bleached to a platinum blonde and arranged in a dramatic bouffant. While the 
operator was out of the booth and the curtain was closed, she took some of 
the leftover bleach and sponged it onto her pubic hair. She had always heard 
that the collar and cuffs should match. 

Harold got home late. He was laden down with packages. She had pressed his 
old blue suit and had a fresh shirt ready, but he had splurged on a new 
suit, shirt, and tie for the occasion. For her, he had a gold lame gown 
which accentuated her superb figure. There was another box containing a dark 
ranch mink coat, and smaller ones with a huge diamond ring and a diamond 
wristwatch. 

"Have you gone nuts, spending all our money on this stuff?" she demanded. 

"Just relax, baby. I didn't buy them. I rented them for the night. I want to 
make a big impression on Myers." 

"Harold Levenson, you're a big fat phony!" she stormed, not being sure 
whether she was relieved or disappointed that the goodies weren't hers to 
keep. 

"Not really. I just think that you have to look successful to be successful. 
If I can swing this deal, I'll buy you a better coat and jewelry than this, 
so Myers will never catch on. If we don't get it, we'll probably never see 
him again anyway, so what's the difference? At least you get to make like 
Cinderella for a night." 

When they got dressed, Elsie led him into the bathroom so that they could 
look at themselves in the only full-length mirror in the apartment. 

"We certainly make a handsome-looking couple," she exclaimed. "Too bad we 
can't dress like this all the time. I could get used to this real easy." 

"Don't you worry, baby... someday we will. I promise you that." 

Gates Myers was waiting for them in the lobby of the restaurant. Harold had 
purposely chosen the most expensive place in town. Elsie had never seen such 
grandeur. Even in her rented finery she felt, for the first time in her 
life, that she was really in her proper element. She had removed her gloves 
as they approached their guest. As they were introduced, she felt his eyes 
appraising her coat and ring. She wondered if he was impressed or if he 
disapproved. 

When they were shown to their booth, she removed the coat. There was no 
mistaking the approval now as he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous figure 
which was shown off to such advantage by the shimmering gold lame. 

Even though he did not drink, he insisted that Elsie have a champagne 
cocktail. 

"I have never believed in forcing my abstinence upon others," he explained. 

Gates Myers was a tall, athletic-looking man whose distinguished appearance 
and bearing fairly exuded wealth, success, and self-assurance. His 
steel-gray hair was neatly trimmed and he wore a moustache and a 
well-groomed short beard. Elsie had never cared much for bearded men, but 
she somehow could not picture him without it. His soft brown eyes had 
obviously seen much pain in his lifetime. There was an inherent goodness and 
kindness about his face mixed with an unmistakable inner sadness. She felt a 
strong and immediate attraction to this handsome man. She wondered what he 
would be like in bed, little realizing that he was entertaining the same 
thoughts about her at that very moment. 

"You didn't tell me your wife was so lovely, Harold," he smiled, without 
taking his eyes off her. 

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Elsie replied, while Harold mumbled 
something about being a lucky man, indeed. 

"You are the second loveliest lady I have ever seen," he explained. "The 
number one spot will always belong to the late Mrs. Myers." 

She loved him for that. Women like for men, even men they may be personally 
interested in, to speak highly of their wives. She wondered if he realized 
this and had made the remark just to work his points with her. She rejected 
the thought. 

He spoke proudly of his three grown children and four small grandchildren. 
He wanted to hear all about Lindy, as they called their daughter Melinda. 
Something about his manner made her realize that this was not just polite 
conversation between new friends but that he was sincerely interested. 

"I am very impressed with your husband, Mrs. Levenson," he said, as though 
suddenly remembering that Harold was at the table. 

"Please call me Elsie," she asked, treating him to her brightest smile. 

"I would be delighted to, Elsie, provided that you call me Gates. I get 
'mistered' to death at the office all day. It's a good thing I have to sign 
so many letters and checks or I might completely forget my first name." 

"I'm filled with feminine curiosity, Gates. May I ask just what Harold did 
that impressed you. You see, if he did something smart, I'd like for him to 
know what it was so that he can do it more often." 

"I find your frankness most refreshing, my dear. Well, for one thing he's a 
hustler. He hasn't left a stone unturned nor a vital question unasked. I am 
getting proposals from six companies. Most of them are larger than the firm 
your husband represents. They have large staffs of experts to prepare such 
presentations and yet four of them have asked for an extension in time. I 
have denied their requests. Harold told me earlier today that his proposal 
is complete and will be submitted on schedule. How many people did he assign 
to it?" 

"Just me," she demurred, "and, of course, himself. He's nearly gone blind 
researching it and I have a confession to make. Everything about me is for 
real, except these false fingernails that I had glued on at the beauty shop 
this afternoon. I've broken every nail on my fingers, pounding away at that 
typewriter ever since you gave him this chance." 

Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that Harold was trying to shut 
her up. She knew that he was trying to bluff through the impression that he 
was a big, successful insurance man. She wondered if she had said the wrong 
thing. Gates Myers eyes were misty and she knew that her approach had been 
the right one when he explained, "I'm glad you told me that. You know, you 
and Harold remind me so much of my dear wife Helen and myself when we were 
about your ages and just getting started. I was a starving young engineer 
with a burning desire to be in business for myself. I bluffed my way onto 
the bidders' list on a big construction job. The specifications were 
murderously complex and the bid demanded tons of detail. I didn't even have 
any letterhead, much less a company. Helen hocked the wedding presents we 
had received and had fancy stationery printed. We lived on black coffee and 
Benzedrine for five days and nights to get our bid submitted. By the grace 
of God, we were the successful bidder and that is how my company got 
started. Money was so tight those first years that I never did get those 
wedding gifts out of the pawn shop. I hope that you never have to hock your 
furs or jewelry. It's an awful feeling." 

Harold started to blush very noticeably, but Elsie fixed Gates Myers soft 
brown eyes in a level stare and said, "If I were to pawn these goodies I'd 
be in jail in five minutes. They don't belong to me. We rented them just for 
tonight, trying to make a big impression on you." 

"Your refreshing honesty has made a bigger impression on me than the crown 
jewels would have. Now that we have been through our mutual confessions, 
what say we order dinner? I highly recommend their vichyssoise, followed by 
trout in aspic, garnished with tiny deveined Danish shrimp and a side order 
of the hot wilted lettuce salad." 

"That sounds lovely to me. How about you, Harold?" 

"Sounds great to me," Harold agreed, after he had a little difficulty 
finding his voice. 

The food was superb and the dinner conversation relaxed. Gates enjoyed 
sharing with then some of the bittersweet memories of his early business 
career when his wife was his constant partner and helper. They topped off 
the meal with baked Alaska. Elsie frankly admitted that she didn't even know 
what it was. She could hardly believe that you could bake ice cream in the 
oven, even when it was covered with meringue. 

They sat around, dawdling over coffee long after the table was cleared. 
Gates seemed reluctant to bring the evening to an end. Elsie excused herself 
and went to the ladies' room. She could feel his eyes on her body as she 
crossed the room. 

Harold paid the check, amazed that it came to less than half of what he had 
figured. He was unaware that the considerate guest, who was thoroughly 
familiar with the menu here, had recommended the less expensive specialties 
of the house. 

On the sidewalk, Harold prepared to signal a tazi but Gates insisted on his 
giving their address to his chauffeur. Elsie knew that her proud ambitious 
husband was ashamed to have his big prospect see the funny old building 
where they lived. When they came within two blocks of home, Gates Myers 
pointed out a decrepit old brownstone rooming house that made their ancient 
apartment building look palatial by comparison. 

"That's where Helen and I lived the first five years we were married. Funny 
that our lives seem to run so parallel," he commented. 

As she prepared to get out of the car, Elsie leaned over and kissed Gates 
gently on the cheek. She had the distinct feeling that this would not be the 
only time she would kiss him, nor the only place. 

"Harold, I'll be expecting you with your presentation between eleven and 
eleven-thirty in the morning. Thank you for a lovely evening. Your 
delightful wife has made me feel young again." 

On the way into the building Elsie wondered if there was a double meaning to 
his parting remark. 

It had been the nicest social evening of her entire life. Now it was 
midnight and she was back in her own private pumpkin. She wanted to talk 
about it and relive it all. She knew that she had never looked prettier nor 
felt more regal. Going to the kitchen, she poured two large glasses of wine. 
The fur coat still hung from her shoulders and the glimmering gold gown made 
her look irresistibly sexy. Her cunt fairly ached for need of a good stiff 
cock inside it. They had been too busy for sex this past week, but tonight, 
if she played her cards right, maybe Harold would give her a little. Shit, 
she didn't want a little... she wanted a lot! 

She carried the wine into the bedroom. Harold, her big strong lover, 
sprawled across the bed, still in his underwear. The long week's work and 
the emotional strain of the evening had been too much for him. He was dead 
to the world. 

Turning out the light, she took the wine back into the living room and drank 
both glasses. She refilled one and then brought the bottle in. She took her 
drink into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub and admired her 
full-length image in the mirror. She tried to picture how she had looked to 
others in the fancy restaurant. Most of all, she thought of how she had 
looked to Gates Myers. She was a natural-born clothes horse. Opening her 
coat, she studied how the glittering gold dress strained slightly across her 
big, firm breasts and the fullness of her hips, she loved the way the 
diamonds sparkled when she moved her hand and arm against the light. 

"Someday I'm going to have stuff like this... lots of it... and I won't have 
to take it back in the morning, either." The girl in the mirror smiled back 
at her for talking to herself. She raised her glass to the reflected image 
as she said, "I'll drink to that." 

When she finished the bottle of wine, she undressed and hung the new dress 
and mink coat carefully in the crummy old closet. Wearing only her diamond 
watch and ring, she crawled into bed beside Harold. Once more she tried to 
arouse his sex center, but to no avail. She closed her eyes and tried to 
imagine how it would feel it have Gates neatly trimmed beard tickling her as 
he sucked her tits and her cunt. Maybe she'd get lucky if she concentrated 
on it as she went to sleep and then would have a wet dream about it. She 
thought of the soft brown eyes, the slightly sad-looking face and the 
steel-gray beard until she slipped off into the arms of Morpheus. Then, 
after all her careful concentration, she dreamed about Indians. 

On the morning of the big day, toward which they had both been working their 
asses off, Elsie awakened at six a.m. She reached out for Harold but he was 
not in bed beside her. From the bathroom she heard the sounds of horrible 
retching. She leaped from bed and rushed in. Harold was on his knees with 
his head in the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. "Harold, this is no time to 
be sick. This is the day we have been working so hard for. You've got to get 
that presentation down to Gates Myers," she screamed, ashamed that she 
sounded like a real fish-wife in doing so. 

"Oh God, honey, I don't think I can go anywhere outside of a ten-foot radius 
of this little room with the plumbing. I'm just too sick." 

"What in hell happened to you, anyway? We worked so hard for this day." 

"In all of the excitement of last night and the importance of our meeting 
with Myers, I stupidly forgot the fact that I have always had a deadly 
allergy to seafood. Even as a kid, it made me turn purple and throw up, but 
I thought I had best accept his recommendations last night." 

"But what about delivering the presentation this morning? You simply have to 
do that. Otherwise all our midnight oil has been burned in vain." 

"I guess you'll have to deliver it for me," he said, just as he went into a 
dreadful spasm of the dry heaves. 

When Elsie walked into the offices of the Myers Engineering Company, she 
felt a return of the same emotions that had engulfed her at the fancy 
restaurant last night. This was her element; this was the arena in which she 
should do her thing in life. After a ten-minute wait, the tall, 
distinguished, gray-haired receptionist ushered her into Gates Myers' inner 
sanctum. 

"Good morning, Elsie. This is indeed a pleasant surprise. Where is Harold?" 

"He is very sick. When I left him, he looked like he was in grave danger of 
drowning in the toilet bowl." 

"Is that so? Protocol says that I must say that I am terribly sorry to hear 
that he is ill. Actually, that is a lie. Since I was so impressed with your 
total honesty last night, I must just as frank with you today. The truth of 
the matter is that I am delighted that we have this opportunity to be alone 
together." 

Elsie felt what must have been a premature hot flash at his statement. 
Regardless of her emotions, she had a job to do and she was intent on 
carrying it through. 

"I have brought in our proposal," she stated in what she hoped was a 
businesslike voice. "We worked very hard on it and Harold wanted to make 
sure that you received it on time." 

"You said that just the way Helen would have, years ago," Gates remarked, as 
he took the bound presentation and placed it on his desk with the others. 

"Harold asked me to point out one unique feature of his plan," she 
continued, walking around the desk to lean across him and open the 
presentation. The soft flesh of her breasts rubbed against his arm as she 
did. 

Neither of them planned it or even realized it was happening. Suddenly she 
was in his lap and they were kissing passionately as their hands explored 
each other's body. It was as though they had been drawn together like two 
helpless particles by some irresistible magnetic force. His hands fumbled 
with her blouse and bra until the big lovely white globes were exposed to 
his view and touch. The slight tickling of his beard added to the erotic 
thrills that pulsed through Elsie's body as he sucked and chewed on first 
one firm pink nipple, then the other. 

Her hand sought and found his cock which was rapidly erecting. She patted 
and rubbed it through his pants for a minute or two, then, as her own 
excitement mounted from the lovely attentions to her sensitive breasts, she 
unzipped his fly and reached in to extract his equipment. He had one of 
those short stubby cocks. It was perhaps two inches shorter than Harold's 
but nearly twice the diameter. It stood proudly erect while the rosy purple 
helmet looked as though it were worn at a jaunty angle as a result of his 
having been circumcised somewhat on the bias. Her coot fingers could barely 
encircle the thickness of his rod. She wondered if her lips and jaws would 
stretch open wide enough to enclose it. There was only one way to find out. 

She slid from his lap and knelt on the floor into the recess of his huge 
desk as she lowered her face to his crotch. The broad head glistened with 
the heavy clear liquid proof of his excitement. She flicked at it with her 
tongue until she had licked off all of the sweet juices before trailing her 
tongue down the length of it and nuzzling her nose into his balls to inhale 
deeply of the musky fragrance of him. She ran her tongue up and down the 
length of his shaft in a spiraling pattern like a barber pole, before 
opening her jaws to the straining point and forcing her soft lips around the 
huge circumference of his swollen glans. 

Slowly, she lowered her face until, inch at a time, she took more and more 
of his thick cock into the warm, moist confines of her mouth. She had most 
of it orally contained when he suddenly rolled his chair forward, almost 
knocking her off balance in the little doghouse-sized cubicle beneath his 
desk. His hand clutched the back of her head and held her firmly on his 
burning prick as it rammed balls deep into her mouth. 

Just at this moment she heard his secretary's voice. "Bill Scott is in the 
lobby, Mr. Myers, and would like to have ten minutes of your time." 

"Tell him I can't possibly see him today. Give him an appointment sometimes 
tomorrow. Hold any calls, Miss Taylor, and see that I'm not disturbed until 
I've had a chance to peruse these insurance plans." 

"Very well, sir," she agreed and within seconds Elsie heard the door close 
gently. 

He never for a moment lost his cool. His voice had been calm and level. The 
austere Miss Taylor never had a moment's suspicion that his cock was being 
sucked by a beautiful woman whose bare tits pressed close to his legs. He 
had kept his head while she was giving him head. Now he rolled back his big 
swivel chair to give her more room in which to practice her artistic 
efforts. He leaned forward and caressed her lovely big tits while she slid 
her lips up and down the full length of his turgid prick, her tongue never 
ceasing the little butterfly flicks it gave to every nerve center. The soft 
moist enclosure of her mouth enraptured the burning skin of his bulbous 
glans and the swollen urethral tube along the lower length of his thick 
member. 

It had been years since Gates had had any form of sex whatsoever. Now the 
superb blow job that this platinum-haired beauty with the big tits was 
giving him blew his mind as well as his balls. The colored lights flashed in 
his brain until he could stand it no longer and flooded her mouth with his 
heavy white come. It was as though his entire body had melted and been 
sucked into her mouth until she had completely consumed him. 

"Oh, my God, that was wonderful my dear," he moaned while she kept on his 
drained cock with all of her tantalizing little after-come tricks with her 
tongue and lips. 

"I had almost forgotten what a marvelous thing sex is," he explained when 
she finally released his now normal-sized limp cock and moved upward, 
grazing the dead member with the soft flesh of her still exposed tits. 

"I'm happy that I have revived these old memories, along with the others of 
your late wife," Elsie said. 

Once their clothing was properly rearranged, they left to have lunch 
together, exiting by the private door from his office to the corridor in 
order to avoid Miss Taylor. 

At the restaurant, they were seated in a booth, side by side. Gates insisted 
that she have a champagne cocktail. She moved over very close to him. While 
she held the drink in her right hand and sipped on it, she moved her left 
hand over, under the cover of the tablecloth and stroked his stubby cock 
through his trousers. She could feel it twitch and grow as she caressed and 
massaged it. She knew that he was dying to fuck her. Her crotch was moist 
with her own excitation and she took his hand and guided it up under her 
short skirt. She almost creamed her jeans at the thrill of the touch of his 
fingers between her legs. 

When he encountered the furry triangle of her sex, she squirmed and moaned 
as his fingers worked their way beneath her panties and into her creamy cunt 
to finger fuck her right there in public. She became so excited that she 
unzipped his fly beneath the tablecloth and began to run her cool fingers up 
and down the growing length of his swollen cock. She felt the muscular 
spasms start as she reached an orgasm to his prodding fingers right there in 
the restaurant. Placing her drink carefully on the table, she dropped a 
napkin to her lap and covered the hand that was masturbating his throbbing 
prick. When he spurted forth his come into it, they maintained an attitude 
of complete propriety above the level of the table. Once he had blown his 
full load into the napkin, she wiped his cock clean, pressed it back into 
his pants, and rezipped them. After this they ate a lovely meal of chicken 
divan and Caesar salad. 

"I want for us to have the opportunity to be alone together in proper 
circumstances," he said. 

"I know, Gates. I am as anxious as you for that to happen." 

"I have promised to spend the weekend with my oldest son and his family up 
on the Cape. In my spare time, I will review the various insurance 
proposals. I do hope that yours and Harold's turn out to be the best." 

"If ours isn't, I'm sure we can change it to be a winner," she said, patting 
his now limp cock in silent promise. 

"Suppose that Monday morning I phone Harold and suggest that he get together 
with Terry Sullivan, our personnel director? I'll tell Terry to take him to 
lunch and keep him occupied until about three in the afternoon. Then you can 
meet me here at noon. We can have lunch and go to a little motel out in 
Newton Center. Okay?" 

"Very much okay," she replied with a toothpaste smile. 

When she entered the apartment, Harold was pacing the floor anxiously, still 
looking a little green around the gills. "How did it go?" he asked. "Did he 
give you any indication on our chances?" 

"Not really. He's going to evaluate the proposals over the weekend and said 
he might call you Monday." 

"What took you so long?" 

"He insisted on taking me to lunch. I suppose he was trying to repay our 
hospitality of last night," Elsie explained, hoping that her tone held no 
giveaway as to what had actually transpired to help sell the all-important 
contract. 

"How does it look? Do you think we have a good chance of getting the deal?" 
he asked. 

"My feeling is that we have a very good chance," she smiled. 

"I hope so. It would really put us on the map in the insurance business." 

"How are you feeling now?" she asked, hoping that her voice conveyed more 
concern than she really felt at the moment. 

"Now that I've gotten over the heaves, I feel horny," he replied, taking her 
by the hand and leading her toward the bed. 

His hands fumbled at the long zipper at the back of her dress. She hoped 
that he would not sense that this was not the first time today that it had 
been opened, at least at the top. When he had removed all of her clothing, 
he pulled her into bed and mounted her. When she closed her eyes, he thought 
that it was in passion and anticipation. He did not realize that she was 
trying to pretend that he was the bearded man with the soft, sad face that 
was about to fuck her. 

She felt her vaginal lips being parted by the glans of his swollen prick and 
then the happy sensation of containing him within them. His cock filled her 
gash nicely and comfortably, and she found herself responding to it with 
animalistic reactions while, in her innermost thoughts, she wondered how it 
would feel to have the fat stubby shaft of Gates Myers sex forcing into her 
sex tube, rather than that of her husband. 

Harold reached under her buttocks and urged a finger into her anus, pressing 
her upward, closer to his embedded member. Soon Elsie was swept away on the 
tides of passion and gave herself fully to the sheer appreciation of sex, 
with no thought as to just whose cock was plugging her demanding quim. She 
thrust her hips up to meet his every drive, her soft thighs pressing closer 
and closer to him as his stiff staff drove deeper and deeper into the hairy 
slit of her crotch. 

Within minutes, they both reached the point of no return. Elsie felt the 
convulsions of those inner rings of muscles clutching and grasping at his 
cock which was bails deep in her cunt, then she felt the swelling as he 
spurted forth his sperm into the very base of her sex thimble. When the last 
of the hot winds had blown through the corridors of her mind, she collapsed 
beneath him as her inner being began to experience the shrinking of his 
spent warrior within the invaded territory. 

Later, when she regained some vestiges of her strength, she crawled from bed 
and made her way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She kept the meal rather 
bland, in deference to his still queasy stomach, but opened a bottle of 
Taylor's New York State sparkling burgundy to go with it to celebrate the 
fact that they were, at least, on the threshold of a giant step toward the 
success and wealth that they both craved so desperately. 

They ate in their robes. After dinner, Harold took her over to a large club 
chair. Sitting between her spread legs, he coated her snatch liberally with 
the sweet wine and proceeded to lick it off and out of this gorgeous goblet. 
His tongue always did wondrous things to her and she moaned and groaned in 
ecstasy as he worked on her enthralled cunt. After she had come twice, she 
directed him to sit in the chair while she descended between his legs and 
poured the delicious fluid over his cock and balls and proceeded to lick and 
suck it off them. Her sweet efforts were rewarded with more than just the 
wine with which she had coated him. 

When the sweetly distilled brandy of his balls flowed into her lips, along 
with the bubbling red wine, she was totally intoxicated by its effects. She 
knew that she truly loved Harold but that the thrills of sex made the 
partner secondary to the emotional spasms that engulfed her. She was looking 
forward to having Gates Myers' thick stubby cock in her quim Monday, but, at 
the moment, she could think only of the thrills that Harold's prick provided 
deep inside her. 

All Sunday they were nervous and upset over the thought of what the outcome 
Monday would mean to their future. Harold felt that he simply had to have 
this account to further his career. It was the first giant step into the 
real big-time phase of the business. Elsie knew that she had done all that a 
woman could do to help sell it and that tomorrow she intended to do still 
more. All of the luxuries she had ever known in life had been bought with 
her body; perhaps this would be the biggest yet. Harold had promised her a 
mink coat and diamonds. In her own way, she interpreted this as her first 
real giant step into the big-time phase of womanhood. 

By late afternoon, they had become nervous and irritable. Harold suggested 
that they were suffering from cabin fever and needed to get out. 

"Let's go to a movie. We haven't seen a picture in months," Elsie 
volunteered. 

Checking the Sunday papers, they found a pretty dreary selection of films. 
Most were war stories or heavy psychological dramas. They were in the mood 
for something light. Harold finally spotted a small ad, almost lost among 
the major offerings. 

"Hey, what say we go to one of these dirty movies? I've heard a lot about 
them but I've never seen one. How's about it, Elsie?" 

"Well, I'm not too sure." 

"Afraid you'd be embarrassed by something they'd show?" 

"No. I'm sure they couldn't show anything we haven't seen before. I'm not 
afraid of what I'd see as much as I am of who might see me going into such a 
place." 

"Who the hell do we know that would be likely to go to a dirty movie on 
Sunday? Besides, you'll be with your own husband. C'mon, honey, it'll take 
our minds off this awful waiting." 

"All right, I suppose you're right. Wait till I find that old slouchy hat 
that will practically hide my face." 

The old theater in a rundown section of downtown Boston had started life as 
a vaudeville palace and finally degenerated into a two-bit double-feature 
movie house. The present operator was making more than any of his 
predecessors by showing the so-called "Blue Movies" at five dollars a head. 
They were surprised to find the theater half full. 

"My God!" Elsie exclaimed in a whisper as they were seated and gave their 
attention to the screen which was filled with a huge stiff cock. Two pretty 
young girls were licking it and nibbling at the balls while a third poised 
her face an inch or so in front of the swollen head. Within a minute, the 
huge rod shook and swelled and then blasted a huge load of jism straight 
into the face of the lovely young creature kneeling before it. It came out 
in three distinct shots, catching her in the eye, nose, and mouth. Her 
tongue darted out to lick off what it could reach. The other two who had 
been tonguing and nibbling at the mammoth schlong now left it and began to 
kiss, lick, and suck the man's come from the pretty girl's face. This led to 
much soul kissing among the three females and the camera backed off to get a 
wider view as the three fell into a lesbian daisy chain as they sucked each 
other's cunt in a classic homosexual triangle that would have done credit to 
the Isle of Lesbos. 

"Holy cow, I never expected that they'd dare go this far on the screen," she 
whispered to Harold. 

"I'd heard that the sex scenes were pretty explicit, but this is really 
something else," he replied, his eyes riveted to the screen. 

The camera zoomed in for a full screen close-up of a creamy pink gash framed 
with raven-black hair. The slightly coated tongue of her Sappho sister 
trailed over the tender membranes and flicked at the white tip of the stiff 
swollen clitoris. Every bead of moisture, every hair stood out clearly in 
sharp focus. Zooming back now, the camera moved up the length of one of the 
intertwined bodies to the next center of interest. Here it zoomed in for a 
close-up in which a deep purplish grocket fringed with light blonde hair was 
being attacked by the tongue of the black-haired girl whose cunt had filled 
the screen a minute earlier. White fluid, undoubtedly deposited in it by 
some off-screen actor in an earlier scene, oozed from the liver lips of the 
magenta-colored vulva. The tongue disposed of this nectar as quickly as it 
seeped from deep inside the blonde's sex tunnel. The girl had a mammoth 
clitoris. It was extended to almost an inch in length and a half inch in 
diameter. It looked like a miniature prick growing out of the top of her 
cunt. 

Elsie reached over to hold Harold's hand. Before finding it, she encountered 
a throbbing hard-on. Oh, well, she thought, she'd much rather hold that than 
his hand anyway. Unzipping his fly in the darkened theater, she slid her 
hand inside and caressed the burning hot staff. 

Now the camera moved on again and the screen was filled with an open pussy 
of a creamy beige color framed in titian red hair. It looked like the 
blooming of a yellow Texas rose. The blonde's tongue was giving it a real 
working over but in such a way as not to completely block the camera's view 
of that tender sexpot. Unlike the blonde, this girl had a tiny little panic 
button that seemed to be trying to hide. Finally the blonde's expert tongue 
coerced it to poke its head out of its protective cave. It looked like a pea 
starting to pop out of the pod. 

For five minutes the camera traveled like a merry-go-round from one quim to 
the next as the girls obviously all approached orgasm. Elsie had been 
stroking Harold's cock absently. Now she was aware that his hand was 
creeping up her skirt. She was glad that she hadn't worn panties today as 
his palm cupped her hairy box that was all moist and sticky from the scenes 
on the screen. She spread her legs slightly to make it easier for his middle 
finger to slip into her juicy vulva. She felt herself have a small orgasm 
just as the lovely trio on the screen very obviously reached theirs. 

Once they had broken the daisy chain, the camera made another close-up tour 
of each of their anatomies. No minute detail was omitted, even to their 
spread-buttock display of their assholes. The camera came so close to their 
cunts that the impression was that the lens was actually the tip of the 
viewer's cock and was going to go right on inside. Harold thought how nice 
it would be to have an eye in the head of your prick, something like a 
proctoscope that doctors shove up an ass to see inside the anal canal. In 
this way every man could experience the rare views thus far reserved 
exclusively for gynecologists. 

These movies were long on sex but very short on plot. The next scene 
depicted two guys out on the town in search of quiff. In a small bar they 
picked up this chesty blonde whose natural endowments more than made up for 
her lousy acting and nasal twang voice. With a prologue reduced to a bare 
minimum, they got her up to one of the guy's apartments and it began to rain 
bras, panties, and jockey shorts. Each of the guys chewed on one of her 
unbelievably huge tits while she held their still limp cocks in both hands. 
Next they took turns lapping at her cunt, the muff of which made no attempt 
to match her bleached hair. After a few minutes of this she played 
windshield wiper, taking first one guy's prick in her mouth and then, after 
a few strokes, swinging over to the other. When they were both fully 
erected, the action began in earnest. One of the men mounted her and guided 
the head of his charger into that dark-haired gash. There was a close-up 
view of his entry and gradual penetration and then his cock was seen driving 
in and pulling out. The camera panned up to her face and the second chap, 
not to be neglected, squatted over her head and drove his prick in and out 
of her mouth. Finally the camera backed off to allow a full view of the 
double-header action. 

The next sequence was truly fantastic. The troilistic group had switched now 
to where one guy was fucking her cunt and the other her asshole. The really 
great close-ups must have been done from below, with the trio squatting and 
kneeling on a heavy plate-glass platform. Elsie felt her own cunt getting 
creamier and creamier as she watched those two big cocks driving in and out 
of the girl from fore and aft at the same time. She found herself secretly 
envying the unknown actress. The men's balls met when they both shoved into 
her at once. Then, for variety they would alternate and one would withdraw 
as the other rammed in. Gradually the pace increased and they began to drive 
into her so hard that they almost lifted her on their twin horns. The finale 
was fast approaching. Now, like a crashing crescendo, a violent shudder 
overtook the three bodies as the men blasted their loads into her front and 
rear at the same time. God, Elsie thought, what an orgasm that must have 
given the girl! 

Moments later, the two spent spears upon which she had been so happily 
impaled, plopped out of their respective holes. The camera moved in and the 
screen was flooded with a choke shot of the girl's widespread crotch. Her 
asshole was still dilated so that it gaped open as widely as her cunt. While 
she remained motionless, the heavy white come began to seep out and drip 
from both of the gaping chasms. 

The scene was too much for Harold. Elsie felt his cock twitch as he crumbled 
his own cookies to cream his jeans and spill much of it over her thumb, 
forefinger, and the back of her hand. As soon as he had shrunk, she withdrew 
her hand carefully and raised it to her mouth to lick and suck off her 
favorite liqueur. 

Elsie decided that whoever produced this picture was a real come freak. He 
felt that his audience liked to see the actual semen as if to prove that the 
scenes weren't faked. Turning to Harold, she whispered, "I wonder what those 
actors would do if the director were to call for an immediate retake of the 
whole scene." 

"I was thinking it would be even worse if he were to yell 'Cut!' just as the 
guys were starting to come," he chuckled. 

Now came a brief scene where this cute little redhead with beautiful big 
tits was struggling with a guy who was hung like a horse. She couldn't take 
it in her snatch nor stretch her mouth wide enough to suck him off. He had 
to settle for a tit fucking. He straddled her tummy and laid that huge 
salami in the valley of her equally oversized boobs, the bright pink nipples 
looked like thimbles in the center of areolas larger than silver dollars. 
She used her hands to press her tits around his throbbing prick until the 
nipples met atop it. He moved his ass back and forth as though masturbating 
himself with the soft flesh of her bosoms. In effect, he was fucking her 
tits. The climax to the scene was shown in an unbelievable close-up of the 
head of his cock emerging from the tunnel of creamy flesh, swelling and 
gushing forth a huge load of jism all over the girl's chin and neck. 

At least the movies took their minds off the awful period of waiting for the 
all-important decision. As they left the theater, Elsie confessed, "Goddamn, 
those pictures made me as horny as a rhinoceros in mating season!" 

"I'm glad," Harold assured her, "because they didn't exactly turn me off the 
idea of sex." 

They stopped by a grocery store on the way home. One sequence in the films 
had given Elsie ideas and she added two more items to her short shopping 
list. 

Elsie suggested that they get comfortable, in their matching housecoats, for 
dinner. As they ate and sipped their wine, their minds were both still on 
the movies they had seen. Once she had cleared the coffee table of the 
dishes, she turned off the TV that they had been watching and asked Harold 
if he was ready for his banana split. 

"Are you kidding?" he commented. "I haven't eaten a banana split since I was 
a kid." 

"You've got it all wrong," Elsie purred. "With the banana split I have in 
mind you don't eat it... I eat you. Don't you remember the movie?" 

Before she heard his answer, she pulled open his robe, exposing his sex 
center. Reaching behind her, she produced a can of Redi-Whip which she had 
added to her shopping list. Pressing on the nozzle, she coated his cock, 
balls, and general pubic area with the canned whipped cream. Then she 
reached back and extracted a bright red cherry from a small bottle. She 
placed this on the peak of the mound of whipped cream that coated his 
crotch. While he looked on, more amused than aghast, she proceeded to lick 
off the cream and finally bite into the cherry. The effect of it all gave 
him a roaring hard-on and now her tongue and hungry lips attacked it. She 
gave him the full treatment, from glans to anus, lingering lovingly over his 
balls as her tongue flicked and caressed every inch of his sex. When he 
reached the point that he thought he could stand the exotic no longer, she 
opened her mouth wide and swept his trembling cock into the soft warm 
dampness of her mouth as her lips caressed the throbbing staff clear down to 
his swelling balls. 

It was a wild, crazy head job, unlike any before, and Harold rose to the 
occasion and finally gave forth with the cream that she really wanted to top 
off her banana split. It was like the hard sauce on the plum pudding. She 
kept sucking at his deflated cock until it begged for mercy and she released 
it from the hot wetness of her mouth. 

"I thought that was nuts when we saw it in the movie, but I've got to admit 
that it's the greatest. The combination of the cool whipped cream and your 
hot lips are enough to make a man blow his mind. Now you get up here. I want 
to do it to you, cherry and all!" 

Elsie could hardly keep from laughing at the thought that, after all these 
years, Harold was finally going to get a cherry from her cunt. She moved up 
into the chair and spread her legs, then hooked them up over the arms of the 
chair. Her snatch stretched so wide that it looked like the entrance to a 
wind tunnel. Harold took the pressurized can of Redi-Whip and pressed the 
button. Elsie felt the soft cool whipped cream work its way deep inside of 
her gash and then coat the entire sensitive area extending from just below 
her navel all the way back to her tan starfish. When she was thoroughly 
covered and saturated with the creamy whiteness, he ceremoniously implanted 
a large red cherry in the inner lips of her deep vulva. 

Harold's experienced tongue began to lick and suck at the sweet whipped 
cream from the very periphery to the center. The electric thrills that this 
sent through her body were as though she were connected to two electrodes 
and someone was turning up a rheostat voltage controller. By the time his 
tongue reached her tender anus and worked its way up to the center valley of 
her snatch, she was in seventh heaven. She came three times before he ever 
reached her clitoris and dove in to extract the cherry from her deep tunnel 
of love. When his trained tongue finally latched onto her enflamed clit, she 
shook all over like the last leaf of autumn hanging onto the maple tree for 
dear life. At last she abandoned the struggle and fell back against the 
cushion of the chair as she flooded his mouth with the most way-out orgasm 
of all time. 

Later they went to bed and she brought him to erection again. It was not 
difficult since his mind was still full of the scenes from the movie. He 
crawled on top of her and slowly slipped his swollen cock into the satiny 
softness of her creamy cunt as they fucked sweetly and tenderly. She felt 
his come pour into the very base of her love tunnel just as her muscles 
grabbed and squeezed at his wonderful cock. They never remembered falling 
apart. They were asleep in a state of happy exhaustion before their sexes 
parted. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The Monday morning that they had looked forward to as the very turning point 
of their lives dawned bleak and dismal. Harold took this as a harbinger of 
bad news. Surely the Myers engineering deal would go as sour as the weather. 
He paced about the apartment restlessly since seven in the morning. Nothing 
Elsie could say seemed to quiet his nerves. At a little before nine-thirty, 
the phone rang. Harold practically tore the instrument from its base. It was 
Mr. Myers' secretary asking that he meet with their Terry Sullivan in 
personnel at eleven o'clock. Harold was sure that this meant that he had the 
deal. Elsie knew that the true decision would be made in a motel room later 
and that this was merely a diversionary tactic. 

Harold was like a nervous bridegroom. Elsie polished his shoes, cleaned a 
spot from his Countess Mara tie and carefully brushed his dark suit before 
he left for his appointment. She looked down from the streaky window and 
watched him climb into the old car and take off. 

"Bless his heart. He thinks he is going down to forge the decision," she 
whispered. Slowly now she went to take her bath and douche and to dress and 
apply her make-up as carefully as a starring actress about to trod the 
boards in her most important role. She checked herself in the bathroom 
mirror before leaving. She realized that her appearance, and the impression 
it made, could alter the course of their entire future. Once she was 
satisfied that she had applied her personal war paint to her best ability, 
she phoned for a cab to meet Gates Myers at the restaurant. 

The lunch was one of those seemingly endless affairs. Gates was full of 
meaningless chatter about his grandchildren, while all she wanted to know 
was how their proposal stood. At long last they left and took a cab to the 
motel. On the way she could no longer resist broaching the subject nearest 
and dearest to her heart at the moment. "How did we make out in the big 
contest? How do Harold and I stand for the contract?" she asked. 

"I'm sorry you asked that question now. In all honesty, I must tell you that 
there is one other company that offered a program that looks a bit more 
attractive," he replied with a distinct flush. 

Well, she thought, this is it. The cards are all down and this is the last 
raise. I've got to bluff it through, or walk away from the big table as a 
loser. Her eyes locked on his and she reached out and stroked his already 
half-erected thick cock as she purred, "I'm sure that you and I can work out 
the details so that Harold wins, can't we? Otherwise I guess you might as 
well drop me off at the nearest cab stand." She rubbed her big tits against 
his arm as she made her statement. She knew that now he wanted to fuck her 
more than anything in the world and she was making the most of her womanly 
wiles to further her husband's career. 

There was a long moment of silence. At first she wondered if perhaps she had 
overplayed her cards. Of course, his decision was only a matter of life and 
death to their future. She could almost hear the wheels churning in his 
head, and she felt the throbbing sensations assail his turgent prick before 
he treated her to a soft smile and explained, "I am sure that we can work 
out the minor details, my dear... later." 

Once they were in the motel room he took her into his arms and kissed her 
deeply and passionately. Her big soft tits flattened against the taut 
hardness of his chest and she felt his stiffening cock through the various 
materials of their clothing. She ground her Venus mound up tight to massage 
her newfound playmate. Across her mind flashed a momentary vision of the 
long parade of playmates she had been with like this since Joe Friedman had 
gotten her cherry for a cheap fur coat. The stakes, at least, were getting 
higher all the time. This assignation was for the big jackpot. She 
determined to give it all she had... and she had plenty to give, she knew 
for certain. 

After holding and caressing her for several minutes, Gates stepped back and 
started to undress her. He seemed to enjoy the privilege of removing each 
item of her clothing himself, rather than merely watching her disrobe, 
remarking, "I hope you don't mind if I undress you, this way." 

"Not at all, Gates. I'm quite enjoying it. When you finish, perhaps you'll 
allow me to undress you." 

"With pleasure, my dear." 

When he unhooked her bra and the huge beauties escaped from their cloth 
cage, he gasped audibly, "You have the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. 
They really belong in the Louvre." 

"Oh, come now. Don't you really mean they belong in your bed?" 

"Well, I must admit that, at the moment, your suggestion is both more 
practical and more pleasant," he smiled and hooked his fingers in the 
elastic of her panties, urging them down over her well-formed hips. When the 
triangular muff of bleached blonde cunthair came into sight, he dropped to 
his knees and buried his face in it. He made no attempt to suck on it. He 
just seemed to be enjoying and appreciating the closeness of her private 
areas. His hands cupped and caressed the smooth full cheeks of her ass as he 
nuzzled into her muff. 

When he arose again, she stepped out of the sheer panties that had fallen 
around her ankles. Moving in close to him, she began to slowly undress him. 
Elsie knew that it was sexually stimulating, as well as flattering, to a man 
to have a nude woman undress him. By the time she lowered his boxer shorts, 
his knackwurst-shaped cock stood out like a fat flagpole. Her cool hands 
encircled it and patted his balls, then she squatted down and took the 
trembling head, glazed with the clear liquids of anticipation, into her 
moist mouth as she sucked it to even greater hardness. 

She didn't want to go too far with giving him head, since she knew that his 
main interest today was in fucking her. His tastes in sex were probably 
simple, but at these prices she would have happily gone along with even the 
most way-out suggestions. Reluctantly, she removed her lips from the 
throbbing shaft and stood up to kiss him on the mouth. Her big soft tits 
flattened against his hairy chest and she felt the hard, thick cock pressing 
tight to her satin slit as though demanding immediate admission. 

She led him now to the bed and turned back the covers. Conscious of her 
every seductive movement, she slithered between the cool white sheets and 
made room for him to join her. 

As he crawled in beside her, Elsie spread her thighs. The ivory skin gave 
way to the pink gash topped with the triangular fur muff of bleached blonde 
cunthair. Gates' cock twitched violently as he caught his first glimpse of 
her happy valley. He wanted to caress and suck on those lovely big tits, but 
that would have to wait. His swollen, tortured prick had to know the soft 
comforting embrace of the insides of that creamy cunt of hers. If he 
delayed, he would be in danger of shooting his load before he even got 
inside of her. 

Elsie took hold of his burning rod and guided the purplish head to the soft 
pink lips of her vulva. She rubbed it up and down the length of her slit 
several times, especially delighting in using it to massage her clit. She 
was nice and juicy now and using her fingers to spread her vagina lips wide 
enough to accept the stout staff, she urged the big spongy head into the 
tenderly enfolding lips of her cunt. 

"It's so big, Gates. Take it easy getting it into me or you're likely to 
split me right in half." 

"I'll be gentle, my dear," he sighed as he slowly spread her tunnel wider 
and wider and burrowed his way into that soft wet cunt. It took him several 
minutes to get even halfway into her hot little box. Elsie had never felt so 
thoroughly plugged. She had to have all of it. She knew it wouldn't take him 
long to come the first time. He was too excited to be able to hold back. 

"Go ahead, Gates, sock it to me! I don't care if it hurts. I just have to 
have every bit of that big wonderful cock of yours in my throbbing cunt. 
Please, give it all to me... right now." 

Gates did not have to be begged. More than anything he wanted to feel his 
swollen salami balls deep in her soft hot pussy. He thrust down hard upon 
her. Elsie tried to help by throwing her legs around his ass and lifting her 
wide-stretched cunt to the thick tree trunk that was being forced into it. 
With three more vicious drives, they felt their pubic hairs mat tightly 
together and his balls grazed and tickled the open valley of her ass. She 
wondered if she could ever take that mammoth diameter in her asshole. She 
had taken it in her mouth, and now her cunt. That was all that remained. The 
mere thought assailed her rectum like a goose and she thrust quickly up to 
him. 

"Fuck me, Gates! Fuck the living hell out of me! I want to feel that big fat 
prick of yours driving all of the wrinkles out of my tunnel of love. Jeez, I 
never knew my cunt could stretch so wide!" 

"Oh, Elsie, I've dreamed of this since the moment I first laid eyes on you. 
I love that precious little cunt of yours. I may be in Boston, but my lucky 
cock is in heaven!" 

"Harder, Gates! Fuck me harder and faster! Pull that big cannon of yours all 
the way out to the tip, then drive it all the way back into my 
passion-crazed cunt as violently as you can." Her breathing was hard now and 
the words came out in little gasps. 

"Like this darling? he asked as he drove so hard and deep into her that she 
let a little fart from the inner blow. 

"Oh, yes! Christ, it's beautiful. I've never been fucked so thoroughly 
before. Keep it up just like that. Don't stop now. Oh, please, don't stop 
ramming that meat into me now!" 

"You better hurry, baby. I can't hold back too much longer." Sweat dripped 
now from his forehead and chest and splashed down over Elsie's heaving tits 
as she thrashed about beneath him, meeting his every renewed attack. It was 
obvious that neither of them could last much longer at this pace. 

"Don't you dare come before I do or I'll never speak to you again! I've 
never been so hot in my whole life. Please, wait for me. I've got to come 
with you. Please!" 

Gates tried to slow the pace slightly to give himself more staying power, 
but Elsie was like an aroused tigress in heat beneath him. She bucked her 
ass up clear off the mattress, forcing the soft walls of her cunt farther 
and tighter over his swollen embedded cock. They were both sweating 
profusely now and her head was lolling from side to side on the damp pillow. 
Her tongue hung from her mouth like an epileptic in a seizure. Her heels 
beat against the pit of his back like the spurs of a jockey urging his mount 
to ever greater efforts to reach the finish line. She was unaware of her 
motions of head or feet, of the perspiration or the difficulty she was 
having breathing. Needles could have driven into her hands and feet and she 
would have been blissfully unaware of them. Every iota of her consciousness 
was focused deep inside her cunt where her sex cauldron boiled to explosive 
levels as the huge battering ram smashed into the very base of her sex 
shaft. 

"Oh, my God, I'm coming! Give it to me, Gates. Come with me. I want to feel 
your precious ball cream spurting and flooding into me. Come in my cunt, 
dearest. Now, right now. I want it all!" 

"You've got it, baby. I'm coming! I'm coming all the way inside your cunt. 
Can you feel it?" He had held back as long as humanly possible. If she had 
taken five seconds later to reach her orgasm it would have been too late. 

"Oh, my God, yes! I feel your hot sperm splashing against my uterus and 
flooding my womb. Ahhhhhh. Can you feel me coming, too?" 

"Indeed I can. Your sweet hot cunt is pumping my cock like a milking 
machine. Don't drain my balls entirely. Save a little for seconds." Once the 
wild spasms of their simultaneous orgasms had passed; when the lightning 
stopped flashing and the thunder ceased roaring in their eardrums, they 
collapsed fully spent onto the sweat-soaked mattress. Unable, for the 
moment, to fuck any longer with cock and cunt, they kissed deeply and fucked 
each other's mouth with their tongues. Elsie felt completely satisfied for 
the first time in the active years of her adult sex life. 

When his shrunken prick finally slipped from her silken sheath, he raised 
himself from the fleshy mattress of her body. Their stomachs were welded 
together with sweat and pressure and when they parted there was a little 
plopping sound like a vacuum cup being pulled from a smooth damp surface. 
They both chuckled at the noise and Elsie commented, "Boy, if you'd have 
been any closer to me... you'd have been behind me!" 

"I guess we did go at it pretty hot and heavy. I didn't know I still had it 
in me. You've made me feel young again in so many ways. I must admit that I 
like this way even better than the others, though." 

Elsie smiled and suggested, "What you are trying to say is that of all your 
relations you like your sex relations the best. Isn't that it?" 

"Yes, I suppose it is. In case nobody has mentioned it to you lately, young 
lady, you are one hell of a fantastic piece of ass." 

"Well, thank you, kind sir. You're not exactly a slouch in the sex scenes 
yourself. I have never been so completely satisfied in bed. I feel as though 
I had been fucked flat." 

"I appreciate that. It's nice to know that after so long an absence from 
this particular theater of operations I can still get good reviews." 

"Gates, I feel terribly sticky and icky. You must, too. You are covered with 
sweat. Let's take a shower together. What about it?" 

"Great idea! I haven't done that in over twenty years." 

He crawled from bed and extended his hands to help the weakened girl to her 
feet. Her feet were slightly apart as he raised her to a standing position. 
A huge glob of his come seeped from her still stretched cunt and fell to the 
carpet. 

"My God, you must have put a gallon of that stuff into me," she said as they 
stared at the pearly white pool on the smooth nylon carpeting. It glistened 
like tapa shell in the sunlight. 

"I'm sure it won't be the first time the maid has had to remove pecker 
tracks from a motel room," he assured her. 

"Maybe not, but she's going to get awfully horny and jealous when she sees 
the size of that load. I have the feeling that it is only a small fraction 
of what you pumped into me, too." 

"I've been saving it up for a long time," he remarked wistfully as he led 
her to the bathroom. 

They were delighted to find that the motel boasted an oversized shower 
stall. The warm water flowing over their bodies did wonders at reviving 
their spent energies. Gates thrilled at the experience of soaping her huge 
tits and then rubbing the slippery flesh with his hands. Elsie could feel 
the nipples begin to stiffen and grow as he repeated the massage time after 
time. She hoped that his cock was following the lead of her nipples. Since 
she realized that the soapy caressing of her big boobs must be exciting him, 
too, she let him continue until he finally tired of it. 

"Gee, my tits haven't been that clean since I left the baby factory," she 
commented when he stopped after ten minutes of the watery sex play. 

Now he soaped the swollen gash in her crotch and scrubbed it clean with his 
big strong fingers. She squirmed in delight as his soapy fingers rubbed 
across her enflamed clitoris and dug deep into her vulva. Before she knew it 
was happening, she was peeing in his hand. It was a crazy thrilling feeling. 
She hoped that in the heavy flood of hot water from the showerhead he was 
unaware that she was peeing all over his hand. 

He turned her around and soaped her back. Then he was soaping her buttocks 
and the valley of the tan starfish between them. His finger grazed 
excitingly over the entrance to her anus. She had to see if his big cock 
could be stuffed in that tight rear hole. Holding another small cake of the 
motel soap, she reached behind her and soaped his pubic hairs and the full 
length of his prick. It was already beginning to get hard again. Her 
slippery fingers speeded up the process. When it was good and soapy and he 
had reached around her to soap and rub her rearoused snatch, she held his 
almost fully erected cock and urged it between the soft cheeks of her ass 
and guided it to the little rosy beige doughnut in the center of that lovely 
rear cleavage. 

Once the tip of that wondrous rod was directly on target, she reached back 
and clutched his balls, gently pulling him closer. She had made her erotic 
desires clear and felt the huge head pressing firmly at the center of the 
tight anal stricture. Only then did she put her wants into words. "Fuck me 
up the ass, Gates. I don't know if it will fit or not but I want to try, if 
you are willing. I want for you to possess my body in every possible way. 
Please try to work it in. I'll cooperate in every way I can." 

For a fleeting moment, Elsie worried that perhaps she had been a little too 
brazen. What if the idea of cornholing her repulsed him. She could not 
afford for him to lose respect for her... not yet, anyway. Her fears were 
short-lived. 

Soon she felt his hands forcing her buttocks wide apart and the big spongy 
head driving for-entry into the brown tunnel between them. It was obvious 
that they'd need all of the soapy lubrication they could get in order for 
the planned invasion of her most personal privacy to stand any chance of 
success. The hot water of the shower kept washing the soap away. She reached 
the faucets and turned off the flow of water. There was a little triangular 
marble bench built into one corner of the large stall. She bent over and 
braced her hands on this and then spread her legs far apart to make the 
target more accessible. Gates lathered her ass heavily now, working some of 
the soapy lubrication inside her asshole with his fingers. Then he lathered 
the full length of his big burning cock and again aimed the huge head at the 
back door to her sex house. 

As he lunged forward, she thrust strongly back to him. His hands had spread 
her buttocks so widely that she felt she would split. After several minutes 
of desperate and frustrating effort, she felt the glans of his lovely prick 
slip into her ass. Once the initial penetration had been made the rest 
seemed easy. Inch by inch, he drove that fat rod of hardened flesh deeper 
and deeper into her fully dilated and promptly plugged rectum. At last she 
felt his balls grazing against the lips of her cunt as his cock got all the 
way up her stretched asshole. She felt like she wanted to shit and fart at 
the same time but she was corked too tight to allow either to escape. 

"Now, fuck my ass, Gates. Fuck me up the asshole good and proper. I want to 
feel that wonderful prick of yours all the way up in my bowels." She spread 
her legs even wider as he started to take first short, then longer and 
longer strokes in and out of the tender tan tunnel. 

"Oh, Elsie, this is the greatest. I've never tried it before. It is too 
much!" He was buggering her passionately now. The inside of her ass was even 
hotter and tighter than her cunt had been. Some strange new inner 
lubrication now replaced that of the soap as he plugged her ass furiously. 

"Oh, Gates, that's wonderful. I can feel your cock rubbing against my 
ovaries through the thin partition. Give it to me hard and fast. I think I'm 
going to come." 

He rammed into her now like an impassioned bull. She had never been so 
thoroughly or beautifully impaled before. With one particularly severe lunge 
she thought that she was going to come, but instead was aghast to find that 
he had rubbed against her bladder so hard that she let go with a huge strong 
stream of urine. It sounded like a horse pissing on the pavement. The stream 
hit the tiled floor with such force that it splashed up over both of their 
feet and legs. She was so embarrassed she could die, but seemed powerless to 
stop the mammoth flow of hot yellow water. 

"Oh, Gates, I'm so sorry. You must think I'm awful. I didn't even know it 
was happening." 

"Don't apologize, my sweet. I'm enjoying it. I don't know how I could ever 
feel closer to a woman. I think I'm going to come soon. Can you join me?" 

"I'm sure that I'll come when I feel you shoot your load into my entrails. 
Give it to me, dear. I want to feel your beautiful cock swell up and come in 
my asshole." 

Her flow of urine continued to blast out of her cunt as he gored her ass to 
the very core and she felt the mushroom expand like an atomic cloud as he 
exploded in the depths of her rectum and treated her to the loveliest of 
creamy enemas. The thrilling feeling was more than she could endure and then 
was swept away on the tide of a mammoth orgasm as her rectal muscles grasped 
and clutched and squeezed at his fully implanted prick. 

"Don't take it out yet, please. Hold it right there. I want to feel you up 
my ass for as long as I can. Hold real still and just try to keep it in my 
rear." 

He held still, pressed tight up to her buttocks as she squeezed his rapidly 
deflating spent member with her secret rectal muscles. At last, when he was 
almost completely soft inside her, she squeezed too hard and his withered 
cock was ejected from her tight asshole like a cork from a child's popgun. 

She stood up and faced him now. She reached the faucets and turned on the 
water, but not before she caught sight of his reddened prick covered with 
brown and white matter. 

My God, she thought, not only have I peed on his feet, but now I've shit on 
his cock and balls. 

She moved close to him before he could look down and see the mess she had 
made of his proud manhood. She soaped and scrubbed him thoroughly. She was 
grateful that the splashing of the water in the tiled enclosure drowned out 
the sound as she let go with a long fart that she had been holding 
desperately. 

They toweled each other dry and returned to the bedroom. It was nearly five 
o'clock. Harold would be getting home soon. The hours had flown by while she 
and Gates were together. She reached for her bra and panties, but Gates 
insisted on covering her lovely tits with kisses and nibbling on the nipples 
until they stiffened. Then he squatted down and kissed her cunt. When he had 
finished, she bent down and took his limp prick into her mouth and sucked 
and licked it eagerly. When it was soft, she had no trouble getting it all 
in her mouth. She petted his balls as she sucked him. Leaving it 
reluctantly, she said, "Good-bye for now, you handsome devil. You really 
know how to take care of a woman. I hope I'll see you again soon." 

"Thank you for saying that, my dear." Gates spoke with that funny little sad 
smile on his face. "I was afraid for a minute that this might be just a 
one-time shot in exchange for my allowing Harold to change his proposal so 
that I can award him the contract." 

"How long is that contract good for?" Elsie asked. 

"It's a continuing thing. Probably good for twenty years, anyway. Why?" 

"Because it seems only fair to me that our private sex contract continue for 
as long as Harold's all-important insurance contract." 

The sadness was gone from his smile now. He beamed like a schoolboy. They 
dressed quickly now. Elsie noticed a small ring of blood on the bedsheet. He 
really had stretched her to splitting. It was the first blood on the bed 
since Joe Friedman had smashed her cherry years ago. Oh well, with practice 
she was sure she could stretch to accommodate him without bleeding. 

Gates dropped her off at a taxi stand downtown. Harold was already home when 
she got to the apartment. "Where've you been?" he asked. "I thought you'd 
have been interested enough to wait here to find out how I made out." 

"I tried to," she explained, "but the agony of waiting here alone was more 
than I could bear. I went to a movie to make the time pass faster. How did 
it go?" 

"Not too well. Sullivan says they got a slightly better plan from another 
company. I don't know what we overlooked. I thought we had covered 
everything. There must have been something we could have done that we 
didn't." 

That's what you think! Elsie thought to herself. In her heart she knew that 
she, not Harold, had made the sale. It was a secret she would take to her 
grave in order to protect his masculine ego. 

"Everything's going to work out okay. You just wait and see. Why, I'll bet 
that Gates Myers phones you tomorrow and lets you alter your proposal to 
meet the other one." 

"Not a chance, honey. He's too straightlaced for anything like that. You 
don't know him the way I do," He sulked, going into the kitchen to get a 
drink. 

Yes, my boy, and you don't know him the way I do, Elsie thought as she 
smiled to herself, recalling that this guy who was so straightlaced had been 
fucking her up the ass less than an hour an hour ago! 

They spent a miserable evening. Harold was wallowing in self-pity, sobbing 
over how hard he had worked and how important this sale was to his precious 
career. He only toyed with his food and proceeded to get very stoned on a 
new gallon of red wine he had brought home. He insisted that Elsie join him 
in drowning his sorrows. He passed out about ten o'clock and she managed to 
get him to bed where he snored like a horse. She slept on the living room 
couch, grateful that at least he hadn't been in shape to want any sex 
tonight. Her cunt and asshole were both so sore from the thorough pummeling 
they had received this afternoon that she couldn't touch them with a powder 
puff. 

When she awakened in the morning Harold was in the kitchen, trying to cure a 
king-sized hangover with coffee and Bromo-Seltzer. She was having her first 
cup of coffee when the phone rang. The sound of the bell made Harold jump 
like he'd been hit in the head with a hammer. He grabbed the offending 
instrument before it could repeat its painful outburst. 

"Yes? Oh, good morning, Miss Taylor." Covering the mouthpiece, with his 
hand, he informed Elsie that it was Mr. Myers' secretary. "Why, yes, tell 
Mr. Myers I will be delighted to attend a meeting in his office at eleven 
and have lunch with him afterward." 

"You see, I told you last night that he'd probably call you and let you work 
it out. You should have stayed sober and been in better shape." 

"What made you say that he'd call me today? Did you know something I didn't 
know?" he asked, suddenly suspicious. 

"Of course not, silly. How could I?" she replied in what she hoped was a 
steady voice. "I was just using the old power of positive thinking, that's 
all." 

"Yeah, of course, how could you have known anything?" he mumbled and went in 
to spend twice as long as usual under the shower. 

Elsie pressed his suit and shined his shoes. Before he dressed, she made him 
lie down and she massaged his eyes with ice cubes to get rid of some of the 
redness and puffiness. 

When he left, she dressed quickly and took a bus downtown to do some window 
shopping and browsing through the stores, thinking she might as well start 
planning about how to spend some of that fortune she had made for him 
yesterday. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The successful consummation of the Myers' contract proved to be a turning 
point in Harold's personality change, as well as in his career. He opened 
his own agency with large fancy offices. His picture appeared on the cover 
of an insurance magazine describing his sales and business acumen in glowing 
terms. Harold believed every word of the article and practically committed 
it to memory. He sent copies to everyone he'd ever heard of and had one 
plaqued in plastic for his office wall. The company that made the plaque 
also made trophies. He ordered several large impressive-looking ones with 
engraved plaques to himself in gratitude from the various companies and some 
of his clients. 

He hired a press agent and soon the papers and magazines were carrying 
mentions of Harold Levenson, the prominent insurance executive. He became an 
inveterate social climber and bought his way into various private clubs and 
professional groups. The old Plymouth gave way to a new Cadillac and he 
became a dapper dresser, even though Elsie still shined his shoes each 
morning. His time was too valuable for a bootblack. 

He kept his promise and got Elsie the mink coat and a flashy diamond ring 
and watch and a wardrobe of show-off gowns. This was not so much a means of 
showing his appreciation or love, but rather a means of further advertising 
his success and flattering his burgeoning ego. 

In spite of the fact that his egomania alienated a lot of people, it 
impressed a lot of others. His agency became one of the most active and 
successful in the city. The Myers account became just one of a dozen or so 
large corporate plans which he sold. During this period, they moved several 
times, settling finally into one of the most expensive apartments on 
fashionable Beacon Hill. 

Elsie was given a new Cadillac and provided with a uniformed chauffeur until 
she learned to drive. Her charm and beauty more than made up for his 
arrogant self-esteem and, largely because of this, they were accepted 
socially and climbed the ladder rapidly. Their pictures became a common 
sight on the society pages and Harold had these carefully mounted in a large 
scrapbook. He was blithely unaware that his success was due far more to 
Elsie's body than to his brain. 

On the heels of his all-consuming drive to demonstrate his success to men, 
came the desire to prove his dominance over attractive members of the 
opposite sex. Society matrons and actresses seemed to be his favorites. He 
began phoning Elsie with lame excuses about being suddenly called out of 
town for several days on a big deal as he went through a succession of 
paramours and mistresses. Their sex life deteriorated rapidly. 

Elsie still had a nympho's appetite for sexual attention and this increased 
as the years slipped by. True to her promise, she got together with Gates as 
often as he could afford the time. The difference in their ages began to 
catch up with them. Often he couldn't get that thick cock of his hard even 
after she had sucked on it for an hour or more. He tried to relieve her 
frustrations by going down and sucking her cunt more frequently than he was 
able to fuck her now. She came to the final realization that she needed more 
than a tongue to satiate the throbbing appetites of her boiling cunt. She 
needed a good hard prick inside her. By the time she reached her thirtieth 
birthday, he was past sixty, and they slowly drifted apart. 

By now Harold was more than a millionaire. He lavished furs, jewelry, and 
expensive clothes on her lovely body and she spent half her time in the 
beauty shop. She appreciated the luxurious life, even though she realized 
full well that the beautiful gifts were more to impress others than to be 
enjoyed by her as tokens of love. For Christmas one year, he had a 
full-length portrait of her painted by Boston's most prominent artist. As a 
final vulgar display of wealth, he contracted with the artist to come in 
each six months and update the clothes, jewels, and hair-do, in a sort of a 
reverse on Oscar Wilde's Portrait of Dorian Gray. 

On the night of one of the leading social events of the year, Elsie found 
herself drinking a lot more than usual. By the time they left the party, she 
was quite drunk. On the way home, she reached over and stroked his cock. 
Harold pushed her hand away harshly, saying, "Please! Do you want to cause 
me to have an accident?" 

"In the old days in the Plymouth you didn't seem to worry so much about it," 
she pouted. 

"That was different. In those days we didn't have anything to lose. Now we 
are rich; they could clobber us." 

"Shit. Sometimes I almost wish we were poor again. At least we were happy 
then." 

Once they got home, Elsie went to the fancy marble and gold-plated bathroom. 
She removed her clothes and hung them on the swan-shaped hooks. Then she let 
down her long platinum hair. It hung to her ass. Drunkenly, she inspected 
her figure in the full-length mirrors. It was a far cry from when she had to 
look at the rented mink coat in the bathroom mirror back on Commonwealth. 
Her big tits didn't droop a bit, thanks to several silicone injections 
designed to keep them pumped up. Her skin was as smooth and tight as it had 
been at eighteen. This was a credit to the most expensive lotions and 
cosmetics that the cosmeticians could recommend. She was pleased with what 
she saw in the mirror and, hair hanging, she went into the bedroom and sat, 
nude, on the side of the bed. 

Harold emerged from his bathroom. His short, dumpy body did not look nearly 
as good as hers. Once he removed the expensive custom-tailored suit and the 
clincher shorts, he was a fat, balding middle-aged man. Even so, he was her 
husband and she wanted him right now. She wanted him to take her between the 
sheets and pump her like he used to do before they had become so fucking 
rich that they never fucked anymore. 

Instead, he strutted around the room like a little naked Napoleon. He could 
not seem to remove the mantle of his success even in the privacy of their 
marital boudoir. 

"Harold, what's happened to us? What the hell do I have to do to get you to 
throw a real good fuck into me... buy a hundred thousand dollar insurance 
policy?" The bitterness in her voice came, at long last, to the surface. 

"Aw, c'mon, honey. You're stoned and I'm pooped. It's been a long hard day. 
Tomorrow I have a lot of big important appointments and we want the money. 
Right now, I need my rest." He had started to snore before his head touched 
the pillow. Elsie made her way to the bathroom and took a big red Seconal 
sleeping tablet. They had certainly come a long way from when they were 
clerks at Sears. She wasn't sure in which direction their progress had been. 

She had been happy with the ambitious Harold in the early days when the 
promise of wealth and luxury had been a dream always just beyond the 
horizon. Now they had crossed over that horizon and all of the dreams were 
right here in their laps and yet they seemed to have lost far more than they 
had gained. She knew that Harold was chippying on her and had been for some 
time. Modern society seemed to accept that as a successful man's prerogative 
and yet the hot yearning deep in her crotch argued their judgment. 

Harold was gone when she awakened to the insistent ringing of the phone the 
next morning. Her head was splitting. Before she picked up the phone, she 
saw Harold's note. He had a very important business meeting that night and 
would not be home until very late. Answering the phone, she heard the silky 
smooth voice of that bitch Marie Scott. She and her handsome husband, Bill, 
were newcomers to their social crowd. Elsie sensed that Marie envied her 
position in the social scale and was anxious to usurp it. Regardless of 
this, she was, at the moment, a lonely and neglected woman. 

Marie extended an invitation for just the four of them to have dinner in 
their apartment, when she explained that Harold was unavailable because of a 
meeting, Marie fairly glowed on the phone. "But, darling, that's wonderful. 
We cannot bear to think of you being left alone. You must come and have 
dinner with us. It will be a very simple, informal affair." 

Elsie could hardly believe the voice she heard was her own as it replied, 
"I'd be delighted." 

The Scotts lived in an equally fashionable, though less spacious and 
expensive apartment. Elsie arrived, overdressed as usual for the occasion. 
Bill and Marie both told her how beautiful she looked and Bill prepared 
rather strong drinks. They had wine with dinner and a few heavy after-dinner 
drinks. Elsie became quite intoxicated and a little sick. By nine-thirty she 
had passed out. 

A little after ten she came to, stark naked, in a strange bed. Bill, equally 
naked, was beside her. His hands were in her juicy quim and she was 
surprised to find that her own were massaging and stroking his long thin 
prick. Her senses returned slowly. She was puzzled by the fact that, while 
both of his hands seemed to be in her crotch, others were rubbing and 
caressing her tits. 

At this point she didn't really give a damn. It had been a long time since 
she'd held a stiff cock and she found herself guiding it to her sticky 
snatch. She needed a hard prick more than anything else in the world right 
now. Bill seemed more than anxious to oblige. She felt the swollen head of 
his long charger slip into the open lips of her vagina and slowly work its 
way into her starving cunt. It was all so wonderful and overdue that she was 
only vaguely conscious of the occasional bright flashes of lights. At first 
she thought they must be in her brain. 

Bill was giving her a sound fucking... the first she had had in many months. 
She bucked under him in wild abandon and then, at last, she felt him swell 
and expel his juice deep inside her. It was like heaven revisited. She 
returned his favors by delivering a long-stored orgasm and then collapsed, 
in semi-consciousness, against the pillow and mattress. 

When she came to, a soft tongue was massaging her clit and the moist crevice 
beneath it. She found herself lifting her buttocks to meet the tongue and to 
savor the delights it was delivering. Again there were the flashes of bright 
lights just beyond her consciousness. She was thrashing wildly beneath that 
tongue now. Her orgasm was close at hand. At last, one of the flashes 
brought her back to full consciousness and she looked down at her crotch to 
see not Bill but Marie licking and sucking her seething cunt. She had never 
had an experience with a lesbian and tried to fight her off, but the 
excitement had gone beyond the fever pitch and soon, in spite of herself, 
she felt her orgasm flood into the other woman's mouth. She was filled with 
a mysterious mixture of satisfaction and shame. Only then did she see Bill 
with the flash camera beside the bed. She recoiled in horror and struck out 
against them, but to no avail. Bill straddled her chest. She felt his 
ponderous balls on her heaving tits and then the head of his cock as he 
forced it into her mouth and began to irrumate her with his hot rod. Despite 
her fear and revulsion, she found herself gobbling that stiff member and 
sucking on it voraciously as Marie took up the camera and made a full 
picture record of the event. 

Hours later, when they helped her dress and drove her home, Marie purred in 
her ear, "You are going to propose me for president of the Junior League, 
aren't you, darling?" 

The impact of the social blackmail was unmistakable. Elsie assured her that 
she would and Marie promised the full set of pictures and negatives once her 
election was secured. 

At home in bed, Elsie sobbed herself to sleep. She needed love and sex 
desperately at this stage of life, but it was obvious she could not get 
these from her own social peers. Where then, should she turn? 

The next day Elsie put on her simplest outfit and went on a shopping tour of 
the local charity thrift shops. For fifty dollars she assembled a passable 
middle-class wardrobe. She smuggled this back into the fancy apartment and 
waited for her chance to fight back at the Establishment that had hurt her. 

Ten days passed before Elsie had a chance to put her plan into action. 
Finally, one night she dressed in a simple shopgirl outfit and went to a 
middle-class bar in the commercial section of town. Within an hour, she had 
made a pick-up. The lonely traveling salesman took her to a second-rate 
hotel. He thought that she was a whore and Elsie, in order to protect her 
cover, accepted his ten dollars before removing her used clothing. 

He was middle-aged and had soft, unhealthy-looking skin, but he was well 
hung. She wanted that cock in her cunt. She went down and slid her lips over 
it, tonguing it anxiously. At last it became rock hard. Now she wanted it 
inside of her snatch, but he had other ideas. He grabbed her by the ears and 
kept forcing her head down on his cock until he blew his load in her mouth. 
The taste of his come was foul, like stale cigarette butts soaked in flat, 
cheap beer. Nevertheless it was male come and she swallowed it anxiously. 

It took nearly a half hour to get him hard again. This time she dragged him 
to her aching cunt. She was so juicy in the desperation of her need that he 
slipped in easily and soon he was fucking her violently. She came twice 
before he erupted with the foul fluid deep inside of her. 

He was more than pleased with his conquest when she left him and took a cab 
home. The big apartment was empty and she douched for twenty minutes to wash 
the filth from her snatch, but then she slept soundly and happily. 

The following week Harold was elated that she made the list of one of the 
city's ten best-dressed women. God knows he spent enough on her clothes, but 
her victory was a tribute to the behind the scenes work of his press agent. 

Only a fly on the wall would have observed one of Boston's ten best-dressed 
women slipping into second-hand thrift shop clothes a week later to go again 
in search of much needed sex. The situation was far from a happy one, but 
Elsie had a desperate need to be fucked. Her sex life was not a proud one 
but it was better than none at all. 

Elsie, of course, realized that, since she was well known to the reporters 
and photographers of the local papers, it was only a matter of time until 
one of them would recognize her playing the whore role in the commercial 
district of town. In order to minimize these risks, she constantly moved her 
base of operations until, at last, she was getting into some rather unsavory 
neighborhoods. 

One night, just as she was getting into her tacky costume, she was surprised 
by the door chime. Going to the door, she was a bit shocked to find Bill 
Scott leering at her from the threshold. 

"Bill, what on earth are you doing here? I thought our deal was finished," 
she exploded. 

Bill was obviously drunk. He stared at her through bleary eyes as he 
explained, "Elsie, I'm in a bind. Marie's social aspirations are more than I 
can afford to support. I have been hard pressed as to just where to turn for 
money. Then I happened to find a few extra prints of the pictures of our 
private party. I wanted to do the right thing and bring them to you." 

"Thanks," she said, extending her hand for the filthy prints. 

"Not so fast, my big-titted friend," he barked, pulling the pictures back 
tightly against his chest. 

"What do you want now, Bill?" she asked in a defeated voice. 

"I need a loan of five hundred bucks and I need it right now," he stated 
defiantly. 

"Come in, Bill. I'll write you a check." She went to her desk and wrote the 
check. Approaching him, she held it tightly in one hand, while extending the 
other for the damaging prints. He delivered them and accepted the check. 
Elsie wondered if the blackmail would ever really end. She felt nothing but 
revulsion for the character in front of her. 

In spite of her revulsion, she could not help but notice the growing bulge 
in his pants. She remembered the wonderful thrills that his cock could give 
her starving cunt. She moved close to him and took the swollen member in her 
grasp. He stood silently while she unzipped his fly and took it out. She led 
him to the couch, saying, "For five big ones, I ought to at least get the 
use of one big one." 

His stiff prick was up her skirt and pressing at the hungry lips of her 
vagina within instants. She spread her thighs wide and rolled back to make 
his entry into her easier. He threw her a hell of a fuck then, driving 
solidly into her creamed quim. It was almost worth the five hundred, the way 
she felt that stiff hot cock thrusting into her long-neglected cunt. She 
wanted it to last forever and hoped he wouldn't blow his load too soon. In 
spite of attempted mental control, her desperate anxiety to feel the blessed 
relief of a cock-induced orgasm caused her, involuntarily, to fuck like a 
mink. She threw her ass up to him while her over-anxious cunt grabbed and 
clutched at the welcome intruder so violently that he shot his hot wad into 
her before she could come. 

"Oh, shit, that's not fair! You were supposed to make me come, not just use 
my pussy as some soft glove to jerk yourself off with. Give me some more. I 
want to see the colored lights flash." 

"Mebbe some other time, Elsie. I gotta meet a guy and I'm late now. I'll 
come and see you soon, though. I promise." 

"Yeah, I bet you will, you lousy bloodsucker. You'll just happen to find 
more prints of those pictures and then you'll come and see me every time 
you're broke. What a prick you are. Even so, if all I mean to you is money, 
I'll give you another hundred right now if you'll fuck me until I come real 
good. As long as you're a blackmailer, you may as well be a male whore, 
too." Her voice had risen until she was screaming the last at him. She hoped 
that the walls were soundproof. 

Bill glanced at his watch and then down at his pants. He wasn't as worried 
about the time as he was the energy. Following his glance, Elsie realized 
the source of his doubts. She moved close to him and patted his cock through 
his pants as she purred. "Don't worry about Junior. I'll suck it until I get 
him good and hard. After all, I don't want a soft cock fuck, either." 

"Can you give me the hundred in cash so that Marie won't know about it?" 

"Okay, Bill. In cash." She unzipped his fly as she said it. 

He reached down and zipped it up again, snarling at her, "I want the dough 
first. If I'm gonna work like a whore, I'm gonna operate like one. After 
all, it's pretty hard to repossess a piece of ass." 

Her first inclination was to order him out of her apartment, but the urgent 
itching deep between her legs had to be scratched and he had the only tool 
available that would reach it. She was torn between revulsion and lustful 
craving as she found her purse and dug out the cash. 

She licked, sucked, chewed, and swallowed on his limp prick for almost a 
half hour before it got even hard enough to get into her cunt. Even now it 
was going to be like getting a marshmallow into a slot machine. She knew 
that his mind was not on fucking her, but rather on what he planned to do 
with her money. She gave up trying to get it any harder and let it slide 
from her mouth as she pulled him by the semi-soft handle to her seething 
snatch. Even then they had trouble getting it in. Once inside, the pumping 
of her cunt lining affected him little more than her mouth had. 

"Not only do you operate like a whore... you even fuck like one!" she 
screamed at him. "C'mon, goddammit, I want a C-note's worth of cock." 

He tried, but either his heart wasn't in it or his balls weren't with it. In 
spite of his efforts, Elsie had to do most of the work. She would have been 
as well off with a banana or weiner as with his limp prick but, at last, 
with extreme effort, she did achieve a minimal orgasm. It was not at all 
like what she had bargained for. He softened still more and slipped out of 
her wet gash. He had made no effort to come nor did she give a damn. He put 
his dead bird back in its nest, zipped up, and left the apartment without a 
word. 

Bill Scott's unwelcome visit had only served to what Elsie's appetite for 
sex. Once she heard the door close behind him, she went in and examined 
herself in the mirror. She was still dressed in the second-hand clothes. She 
looked like a waitress out on the prowl. It was her image. She left and took 
a cab down to a middle-class commercial neighborhood. She seated herself in 
a booth and ordered a vodka martini on the rocks. She pulled the brim of the 
hat down over her face, just as she had the night that she and Harold had 
gone to the dirty movie. 

Halfway through her first drink the waiter came to her table and announced 
that two young gentlemen at the bar would like to buy her a drink. She 
checked them out quickly. They were about thirty and very clean-cut-looking 
in appearance. She nodded her head in acceptance of the drink. Minutes 
later, one of them approached her. 

"Hi. I'm Joe Bernard and my friend, Ron Evans, and I are in town for a 
computer engineering met-ting. We are from Minneapolis and feel like a 
couple of lost lambs here in Boston. You looked lovely and lonely. We were 
hoping that maybe you had a girl friend and could join us for dinner." 

"I'm sorry, Joe, but I guess I am sort of a lone wolf. I don't have a girl 
friend, but perhaps there is enough of me to go around. I have no plans for 
dinner or later and, if the two of you would settle for just one girl, I am 
available." 

They took her to dinner at the old Oyster House down on the pier. Elsie 
didn't know whether it was the shellfish or the obvious virility of the two 
young men that got to her, but fifteen minutes later she was in their room 
in a middle-class downtown hotel. 

The young men were shy, but she wanted and needed their virile young bodies 
desperately. She removed her cheap used clothing before them and paraded 
around the small room in the full splendor of her nakedness. They pretty 
quick got the message and peeled down to the buff. Their young pricks were 
not as embarrassed as their minds and soon were erected to a beautiful 
condition. 

Elsie took them both by the hand and led them to one of the twin beds. She 
turned down the covers and slid between them, spreading herself wide as she 
did do. They saw the juicy gash between her legs and looked at each other, 
as though asking which should be first. The one named Joe hopped in and she 
felt the head of his throbbing cock pressed into the fur-lined tunnel to her 
sex. She spread her thighs even wider in her need for him and soon the hot 
rod of his young manhood was boring into her quivering quim. 

Oh, how the thrilling feeling of a stiff, hot prick plunging into her hot 
little box excited her. Her hands went up to grasp his ass and urge him ever 
deeper into her wanton womb. He had an average-sized cock and began taking 
six-inch strokes in and out of her garnet gash. She closed her eyes and 
savored the feeling of a stiff prick plunging deep into her wet velvet 
vulva. She returned his every stroke and reached her orgasm moments before 
he spewed forth his own liquid manhood deep inside of her hungry cunt. Even 
after he had come, she threw her legs around him and tried to keep the 
deflated member in her wet snatch. The thrill of the moment had made her 
completely forget his friend. 

She let out a deep sigh as he let his shrunken staff escape from her tender 
trap. Within seconds, she felt a new and harder manly tool replace it and 
drive demandingly into her innermost womanhood. 

This time she came in a mammoth, explosive orgasm as the second man erupted 
deep in her cunt. By now Joe was hard again from watching his friend, and he 
soon replaced the softening spent cock with a newly aroused one. He-gave her 
one hell of a ride before she felt him blast his sperm way down inside her, 
then shrivel. Moments later his friend replaced him in the saddle and she 
was carried to the utmost heights of ecstasy as she orgasmed magnificently 
over the deeply embedded cock of a man whose name she could not even recall. 

These young computer engineers had little imagination but lots of vitality. 
They alternated at giving her fuck after fuck until 'way past midnight. Her 
legs were jelly when she crawled out of bed and dressed to go home. 

When she arrived home, Harold was staggering around the living room, 
obviously frustrated. Elsie assumed that he must not have made the bid with 
his intended conquest of the evening. She knew that she should have flown 
into a wifely jealous rage. In her present feeling of sexual satiation 
however, she felt nothing but compassion for the poor boy. 

It was almost immediately obvious that Harold was horny but too drunk to 
really do anything about it. He did not even notice that her clothes were 
surely not the type he had bought for her as he almost ripped them from her 
luscious body. Once he had her stripped on the couch, he tried desperately 
to get into her well-creamed cunt, but his limp cock could not make the 
entry. 

After ten minutes of futile effort, Elsie could not help but feel sorry for 
the poor guy. She bent down and swept the soft shaft into the hot damp 
confines of her oral chasm. Even her most expert efforts failed to arouse 
his sleeping giant. After fifteen minutes, she gave up and let the soft 
salami slip from her tender lips. 

Harold was embarrassed at his inability to perform. In order to effect a 
cover-up for his own deficiencies, he burrowed his face into her hairy gash 
and licked and sucked on her soft, silky snatch in a way that was more 
demanding than caressive. Sensing his needs, Elsie, even though her sexpot 
was beautifully satiated, thrust her tender thighs up to his marauding 
tongue. She came twice in his mouth before she collapsed against the 
cushions of the couch and he had to take her to bed. That night she slept 
more soundly than even the Seconal-induced sleep of the past months. She 
would never let Harold know it, but it had taken three men to quell the 
fires that raged 'way down inside her thighs. 

They slept in each other's arms that night. It was like the old days. Elsie 
dreamed that they were back at Sears and living in the crazy old apartment 
on Commonwealth, filled with the smell of paint remover. 

When she awakened in the morning, the sun was pouring in the bedroom window. 
They had forgotten to close the expensive drapes. 

Still half awake, she reached over to his crotch. To her delight, his cock 
was stiff and erect. Oh God, how she wanted to feel that rod deep in her 
cunt. She had heard the rumors of his affair with a Hollywood sexpot who was 
doing a show in Boston. She knew him well enough to realize that he would 
try to save all his virility for this young cunt and not waste it on her, 
his wife. Under the circumstances, she did all that she could do. She 
slipped down between his spread legs and took his sweet swollen meat between 
her lips. She tongued and licked at him voraciously before she started 
taking the long strokes that started at his swollen gland and ended at his 
enflamed balls. Even in his sleep, his hands reached out and grasped her 
sucking head, forcing it down onto his cock in her mouth. 

Once she felt his warm come gush out into her caressing mouth Elsie knew 
that, at least, this was one load he could not give to any other broad. She 
swallowed it as though it were the contents of a victory cup. Here, at 
least, was a part of Harold that nobody else could ever possess. 

Shortly after Harold came into her mouth, he awakened. He had been enjoying 
beautiful dreams and had not been aware that his wife had milked him of his 
manhood. 

A little bit of sex is a strange thing... it merely whets your appetite for 
a lot of sex. That was what Elsie felt now. The itch between her two big 
toes had grown bigger and bigger. 

The compassionate desire that Elsie felt for sex now was the principal 
motivating factor of her life. Harold could have given her everything she 
needed in this department, but he failed her. Even after she had sucked his 
cock this morning, he awoke to tell her of his busy schedule for the day. He 
dressed and left the apartment without even a kiss. 

All day Elsie figured how to win him back. She worked over the apartment to 
the extent that it left nothing to be desired. A little after two that 
afternoon, Harold called with another lame excuse. He might not be home for 
several nights. She knew his story was a phony one and she seethed inside 
for a way to show him that he was not the little emperor he thought himself 
to be. 

She dressed in her down-graded uniform and went out on the town. Fuck 
Harold, she would find her own sex life. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

By now Elsie was running out of second-rate commercial hotels. She was 
frightened that she might be recognized if she worked the bars in any of 
them one more time. When the cab driver asked her where she wanted to go, 
she suddenly remembered the name of a cheap hotel on the waterfront, near 
where she had been raised. It was frequented by merchant seamen from the 
many foreign freighters that put into Boston. She reasoned that most of 
these men must have been at sea for a month or more and would have full 
balls. Beyond this obvious advantage, they would not be likely to encounter 
her socially at a later date and cause her embarrassment. The driver looked 
a little surprised when she gave him the name of the place to which she 
wanted to be transported. 

The long bar was crowded and noisy when she shoved her way in through the 
swinging doors with the frosted-glass panels. Her entrance was greeted with 
a few wolf whistles and cat calls and she went into the act of looking for 
someone who was expecting her. 

When she had worked her way halfway back the bar, a tall blond Scandinavian 
seaman in a clean blue pea jacket approached her. "You're late. I've been 
waiting for you for hours," he said, for the benefit of the bartender. 

"What can I get you to drink, now that you've finally arrived?" His accent 
was heavy but his intention was clear. Elsie wondered if the hair around his 
cock was as blond as that on his head. 

"I'll have a Walker's Deluxe and soda," she purred as she nuzzled in close 
to him at the bar. He was a big Nordic type. His name was Nils. She could 
almost picture him at the helm of a Viking ship, wearing the horned helmet. 
They had three drinks together. With the third drink, she let her hand stray 
to his fly and patted his cock. It was tremendous. She felt her pussy quiver 
for want of that big stiff ramrod in her quim. Instead of ordering a fourth 
drink, he suggested that they go to his place. 

"I thought you'd never ask," Elsie whispered to him. 

"It's nothing fancy," he apologized, "but I call it home when I'm in this 
port." 

"As long as you're there and I'm there, what do we care about the rest of 
it?" she remarked reassuringly as he paid off the bar keep. 

On the way to his pad they stopped by a liquor store and he bought a pint of 
bourbon. He was considerate enough to ask if she wanted cigarettes or 
anything. She told him that she didn't. 

The third floor walk-up room to which he led her was small and illuminated 
by a bare bulb that hung from a cord in the middle of the high ceiling. The 
room reeked of ant spray and bedbug killer. A big iron bed with gray-looking 
sheets dominated the room. He produced two dirty water glasses and poured 
them each a drink. Elsie thought that she wasn't here to drink, but he kept 
urging her on. The bourbon tasted strange but she managed to down it and 
then he forced another onto her. 

"I'm here to get laid, not drunk," she told him. 

"Don't worry baby. I promise you that tonight you're going to get screwed, 
glued, and tattooed." He smiled and settled in the one straight chair until 
she had downed the second peculiar-tasting drink. 

Now he muttered something in a foreign language and started to peel off his 
clothes. The hair on his chest and his pubic area was as blond as his head. 
He had a superb physique and was heavily endowed in the sex department. 
Elsie was pleased with what he had for her. She needed that big meat in her 
quim and so she started to remove her own second-hand clothes. Once she was 
completely naked, she lay back and spread her thighs on the horrid-looking 
bed. At the moment, her mind was on nothing but that big Nordic prick. 

He was on her in a flash and she thought that huge organ would surely rip 
her apart as he forced it viciously into the moist lips of her gaping 
vagina. He seemed impatient to make his penetration complete. Elsie felt 
like a raped virgin as he tore into her hungry cunt so ferociously that she 
let out a little scream of pain. When she did, he hit her across the side of 
the face so forcefully that she almost lost consciousness. Her whole body 
seemed numb with the same feeling as though her foot was asleep. The one 
thing that was not numb was her pussy and she delighted as he rammed his big 
meat into her with ever-deepening thrusts. 

His weight crushed down on her semi-conscious body and she was assailed with 
his breath that reeked of garlic and liquor and the odor of his armpits that 
smelled like dirty socks. In spite of these nasal diversions, that huge tool 
of his was doing a beautiful job of delivering the relief she had come here 
to seek. She felt herself climax three or four times. She tried to lift up 
her cunt to the powerful cock but it was as thought she were paralyzed. She 
had never heard of the chloralhydrate he had put into her drinks here: the 
Mickey Finns of the waterfront that were used to shanghai sailors in days of 
old. The weird drug left you fully conscious yet unable to physically combat 
or resist whatever was being done to you. Finally, while she lay motionless 
beneath him, like a living corpse, he gave one final driving plunge into her 
depths and she felt his sperm flood forth deep inside her quim. 

As he withdrew, she felt a little trickle of blood leave her split vagina 
and trickle down her thighs. He muttered something in a strange tongue and 
went to the door. She assumed that he had gone to the bathroom down the 
hall. She tried to get up, but was unable to move. She had to pee, but that 
could wait. She closed her eyes, concentrating on that wonderful big cock 
that had brought her to orgasm after orgasm. She hoped that when he returned 
from the toilet she could get it hard enough to give her more of the 
wonderful frigging that she needed to badly. The room began to spin around 
wildly now and she felt dizzy and nauseated. She shut her eyes tightly, 
trying to fight it. At this point, she either fell asleep or passed out. 

When she came to, her eyes opened to a living nightmare. The small room was 
filled with horrible-looking men. There must have been twenty of them. Some 
were already stripped naked, while others had their pants open and their 
genitals exposed. The blond man who had brought her here was passing among 
them, collecting money. She tried to scream but her throat was dry. She 
tried to get off the bed and run, but her muscles and reflexes refused to 
respond to her mental commands. It was as though her body had been paralyzed 
into putty while her brain was fully awake. She swallowed desperately and 
managed to emit a weak cry for help. 

A huge black fist, the size of a ham, caught her on the side of the head and 
set her senses swimming. By the time the dizziness subsided, she became 
aware that a fat and malodorous man with a pot belly was crushing her 
against the dirty mattress and forcing a limp, worn prick into her bleeding 
vagina. The sea of faces around the bed were laughing and jeering and urging 
him to hurry and shoot his wad and make way for them. Her mind tried to blot 
out the image of what was happening to her. Five or six others hopped aboard 
and fucked her in rapid succession, while other hands squeezed and mouths 
bit at her lovely huge tits. 

A huge Greek sailor with a flowing mustachio mounted her next. Her cunt was 
overflowing with the sperm of his predecessors and he found the going at it 
too slippery and sloppy for his tastes. "Turn her over!" he growled in a 
heavy accent. 

Four or five pairs of rough hands grabbed her body like they were loading 
cargo and forced her over onto her stomach. Two of them held her legs 
widespread and there was much laughter and comment as the big Greek mounted 
her pretty ass and forced his way into her rectum. 

Elsie lay on the foul-smelling bed, sobbing and moaning like a dying calf in 
a thunderstorm. A big black African seaman thought that the Greek had a good 
idea and rammed into her sore asshole as soon as the Greek had blown his 
load. Another black sailor became so excited that he could not wait his 
turn. He grabbed Elsie brusquely by the hair and tugged her head over to the 
side of the bed. She opened her eyes just in time to see that huge black 
penis shoving its way into her mouth. She tried to clamp her jaws tight but 
he choked her throat until she was forced to open her mouth and then he 
shoved his swollen cock into it. It nearly broke her jaws as he forced the 
mammoth member deeper and deeper down her throat. Her only thought now was 
to get it over with and so she began to use her tongue on the orally 
implanted cock to make it come as soon as possible. Minutes that seemed like 
hours later, he flooded her mouth with the heavy taste of seaweed. She felt 
the stiff curly hairs grazing her lips as the choking load of foul-tasting 
come gushed into her helpless mouth. She gagged, sputtered, and dry-heaved 
as the flood almost drowned her. She tried to spit it out or throw it up, 
but his huge hands forced her head to stay on it while it spurted until his 
balls were drained. In spite of herself, she had to keep swallowing in order 
to keep from choking to death. 

"Hey, men, this little white cunt is a hell of a cocksucker. Give her a 
try." 

One after another, they now forced their cocks into her mouth and rammed 
them down her throat until they blew their loads. One giant of a Mexican, 
who was hung like a bull, nearly broke her jaws as he rammed his meat into 
her mouth. She sputtered and tried to fight, but he kept shoving that cock 
down her throat. When he came she could not control herself. She vomited 
violently all over him and the mattress, much to the amusement of the 
others. Even this did not stop the next in line from shoving his cock into 
her puke-filled mouth. Meanwhile, others were fucking her cunt and sore 
asshole. 

Somewhere along the line Elsie lost all conception of time. Later on, she 
figured that there must have been twenty men in the room and each of them 
had had her all three ways. Some gluttons had come back for seconds and 
thirds at their favorite method. 

The constant pressures on her bladder and bowels caused her to lose all 
control. She peed on several of her frontal assailants and shit all over two 
of the rectal invaders. She had no conception of time now and did not know 
how long the tortuous degradation continued. To her, it seemed an eternity. 
At long last, she slipped into the blessed black oblivion of 
unconsciousness. Even then they kept using her body as though it were a 
three-hole toilet at a drunken convention. 

When she came to, she knew not how many hours later, most of the men had 
left. The few who remained were either dressed or getting dressed. The big 
blond sailor who had brought her to this torture chamber was counting a huge 
bundle of bills which he then stuffed into the pocket of his pea jacket. She 
tried to speak, but only an incoherent sound emerged from her lips. It 
attracted his attention. Walking over to the side of the bed, he looked down 
on her tortured body and spat onto her left breast. "Let's get out of here," 
he said to the others. 

"What about the cunt?" one of them asked. "Piss on her," he growled. 

"Good idea," came a drunken voice from the other side of the bed. 

Elsie turned toward the voice just in time to see the filthy little man 
unzip his fly and drag out his dong. The stream of hot, yellow urine struck 
her square in the face, while the room was filled with uproarious laughter. 
She managed to turn her head to avoid the awful insult, only to be assailed 
by a new stream from the other side of the bed. The others got into the act 
now and she was almost drowned in a sea of male urine. She prayed that she 
would die right here and now. 

"I gotta better idea," said a new voice. "When I was fucking her up the ass, 
she shit all over my balls. I don't take that from no cunt. I think I'm 
gonna shit right on her tits." 

Oh, dear God, no! She thought. How low can humanity sink? 

Seconds later, the man had removed his pants and shorts and was squatting 
over her chest. His ass was toward her face and she saw his rectum dilate as 
he tried desperately to have a bowel movement on her. By the grace of God, 
he was unable to, although he did let several big, juicy farts right into 
her nostrils. 

"Here, let me show ya how to do it," said one of the others. Soon he was 
squatted over her midsection. Unfortunately, he was more successful than the 
first guy had been and he defecated right into her proud cunthair. The 
horrid odor filled the small room. She was very close to losing 
consciousness again when her head was jerked off the bed violently by the 
hair. 

A slimy-looking little man stood over her with an open jacknife. The big 
blade was just inches from her face. Perhaps he intended to cut her throat. 
She couldn't have cared less at this moment. 

Instead, he yanked at her hair and began sawing away at it, close to her 
scalp, with the knife. 

"What the hell are you doin'?" the blond sailor demanded. "Scalps are for 
Indians. If you want a scalp for a souvenir, peel it from her cunt." 

"Fuck you, man. You cleaned out her purse and got all our money for the 
gang-bang. I gotta get something out of this too. I know a wigmaker in 
Portugal that'll pay fifty bucks for this long blonde hair." 

He sawed and hacked away until Elsie was shorn like a sheep. Now, she 
finally passed out for real. 

When she regained consciousness, she was in a charity ward at County 
Hospital... a fine place for the wife of a millionaire. Slowly, she put the 
pieces together. A maid at the hotel had found her and taken her for dead. 
She was covered with pee, come, and shit. When she moaned, the maid had 
tried to clean her body as best she could and the manager had phoned for an 
ambulance. Because it was that kind of a neighborhood, there was no 
publicity. She was on the police blotter as just another whore who had been 
beat up. When the nurse brought her a mirror, she didn't even recognize 
herself. The platinum blonde bouffant was gone and instead there were only 
stubbles of hair on an otherwise bald head. Her eyes were blackened and her 
face was swollen. She had been unconscious for several days, hovering 
between life and death. The doctors had been pumping her full of 
antibiotics, hoping to ward off venereal diseases, or worse. 

Elsie wanted to sob her heart out, but the tears wouldn't come. Calling 
Harold and asking him to come for her was unthinkable. Even if he could ever 
understand and forgive her, there was bound to be a scandal and it would 
ruin his career. Her mind raced to find answers, even if they were wrong, to 
her immediate problem. 

The woman from the admitting office came to her bedside that afternoon to 
get the needed statistics. Elsie reported that she had been mugged on the 
street and had no knowledge of what had happened to her afterward. The 
austere gray-haired woman had no idea how desperately Elsie wished that were 
the truth. She would never be able to erase the image of those awful men in 
that horrid room. When asked for her name, she gave it as Elsie Borden. She 
smiled inwardly at the deception. Actually that was the nickname the other 
girls had given her in high school when her tits got so big. They said she 
looked like Elsie, the Borden cow in the ads. She further reported that she 
had just gotten off a bus from Chicago when attacked. She had no local or 
permanent address. 

After the woman left, Elsie figured that she had gone all the way down the 
drainpipe now. Really flushed out of her warm, comfortable life. One giant 
step had taken her from being a rich somebody to being a destitute nobody. 
She wondered if Harold was worried about her disappearance or why she had 
left her furs, jewels, and good clothes in the apartment. Their marriage had 
been strained, to say the least, the past few years. Perhaps he would think 
she had merely deserted him. Knowing Harold, she was sure that he was far 
more worried over the prospects of hearing from the lawyer about a big 
divorce settlement than he was over her health or well-being. Oh well, it 
had been fun while the going was good. She knew that phase of her life was 
over and done with now. 

During her recovery, Elsie made friends with a gum-chewing young woman in 
the ward who was known as Flossie Smith. The name was obviously as phony as 
Borden. Flossie was a young whore, long on pulchritude and short on gray 
matter, but they got along well. She was a likeable kid and seemed honest. 
Since Elsie had to talk to someone, she leveled with Flossie. 

"Where ya gonna go when they spring us outta this sanitary sewer?" Flossie 
asked one afternoon, between loud smackings of her ever-present wad of gum. 

"I really don't know. Surely I can't go back to my husband. I don't have any 
money. I honestly don't know which way to turn." 

"Ain'tcha got any family or close friends?" The girl pressed on to some 
oblique conclusion which eluded Elsie at the moment. 

"Not hardly so's you'd notice them," Elsie admitted with a crooked smile. 

"Well look, honey. Mebbe you oughta meet Dolly. She's the madam where I work 
mosta the time. She's a good old broad and runs a good house. She don't put 
up with no shit where her girls are concerned and you can pick up a coupla 
bills a week without even gettin' outta bed." She laughed at her own little 
funny. 

"You mean you want me to become a prostitute?" Elsie gasped. 

"Now don't get all up-tight over the idea. Let's face it, honey, all women 
are whores in one way or another. How many married women you know that hate 
their old man but spread their legs for him just because he's a good 
provider and gives 'em a nice home? Shit, girls like you and I have been 
taking those cocks in our crotches ever since hair grew on 'em. Let the 
pricks pay for their pussy. Whether it's the same one every night or a 
different one every coupla hours, what's the difference? All any of 'em 
wanna do is use your body for a toilet, so make 'em pay. Shit, you even have 
to put a dime in the crapper at the bus station, don'tcha?" 

"You make it all sound so simple," Elsie mused. 

"Look, sweetie, life is simple if you don't fight it. Only jerks complicate 
their lives with a lot of stupid rules and morals. You think it over. It 
beats the shit outta goin' back behind a counter at the dime store. I hear 
that they'll probably release us both next Monday." 

For the next few days and nights, Elsie wrestled with what she liked to 
think of as her conscience. At first the very thought of her becoming an out 
and out whore was unthinkable. Then she got to thinking about what Flossie 
had said. "All women are whores in one way or another." She thought back 
over her own sex life. She had given her cherry to Joe Friedman for a cheap 
fur coat. What was the difference between that and money, really? She had 
spread her legs for scores of men for rings, watches, and trinkets. She had 
moved in with Harold and become his mistress because he offered her 
comparative comfort and luxury and the promise of a future. She had engaged 
in every type of sex with Gates Myers so that Harold could get a contract to 
make money and spend lots of it on her. In the rough early days, she had 
actually taken cash from strange men for the use of her pussy to keep up the 
household expenses. 

It really was true... one way or another, all women are whores and who was 
she to think that her shit didn't stink? Everything that life had ever given 
her had come through her cunt. Despite the fact that she had been a rich and 
socially prominent woman for some years, she was totally incapable of 
earning a living. She was a moderately good cook and housekeeper, but there 
was little call for that. She could type but not well enough to compete with 
professional stenographers. 

Late Saturday night she went down the hospital corridor to the bathroom. She 
studied herself in the mirror carefully. Her hair had grown to resemble a 
crewcut, but time would take care of that. Her figure and skin were like 
those of a girl in her early twenties. She stared into the eyes of the woman 
in the mirror and declared, "Where do you get off thinking that you're too 
high and mighty to be a whore? You and I both know that you're nothing but 
the daughter of an immigrant German bartender, raised in a stinking walk-up 
tenement. You have no advanced education nor technical training. The only 
two things you can really do well is fuck and suck cock. So you had some 
good years, but you fucked them away too. How the hell else are you going to 
feed and clothe that sexy frame of yours for the rest of your years? You're 
nothing but a dumb cunt. You are a natural-born whore, so c'mon, Portia, 
face life." 

Monday morning she and Flossie were discharged from the hospital. They went 
down to the lobby together. Flossie had not broached the subject again after 
her first suggestion. 

As they walked out onto the street, Flossie turned to her and asked, "Where 
ya goin', honey?" 

Elsie linked her arm in that of her gum-chewing friend and smiled as she 
replied, "With you." 

"Wonderful! Welcome to the world's oldest profession!" She grinned happily 
as she hailed a cab. Once the two girls were inside, Flossie gave the driver 
the address of the house that was to be Elsie's new home. 

In the days ahead Elsie learned, too late, that while prostitution might be 
the oldest profession it was a field of endeavor in which all progress was 
in a downward direction. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When the taxi deposited them in front of the old brownstone house within 
blocks of where Elsie had been raised, Flossie led her up the wide front 
steps. She produced a key and the door swung inward. Elsie stepped across 
the threshold into a real live whorehouse. 

Dolly, to whom Flossie introduced her as though she were bringing home a 
trophy, was the farthest thing in the world from Elsie's image of a madam. 
She looked more like everybody's Aunt Bessie. She beamed at Elsie 
benevolently. "Are you sure you want to make your home here with us, my 
dear?" she asked, her voice exuding kindness. 

"I don't really know," Elsie answered honestly. "Right now I have nowhere 
else to go. Flossie said that you might use me." 

Dolly laughed now. The huge rolls of fat on her vibrated like Jello in an 
earthquake. When she got her laughter under control, she explained, "Hell, 
honey, I don't want to use you. I'm no Goddamn lesbian. It's the customers 
that'll want to use you." 

Elsie could feel herself blushing. She was no prude where sex was concerned 
but hearing the use of her body discussed so blatantly could not help but 
embarrass her. 

"You a good piece of ass?" Dolly asked, as though it was the most natural 
question in the world. 

"I've never gotten any complaints I couldn't handle," Elsie snapped back at 
the big woman. 

"Do you suck cock?" Dolly demanded. 

"Doesn't everybody?" Elsie flung back at her. 

Her answer amused Dolly and the three other girls in the parlor. Their 
laughter broke the tension. 

"Welcome to our home." Dolly smiled. "I have a hunch you'll make out real 
good. Now take off those silly clothes and show me what I'm gonna have to 
sell. I can't promote a deal unless I'm familiar with the merchandise." 

Elsie threw a sidelong glance at Flossie who nodded her head. Slowly, she 
removed her clothes and stood naked before the madam and the other girls. 

"Yeah, looks like we got some real prime meat there," Dolly exclaimed, as 
her eyes examined her like she was a side of beef. 

"Does that mean I'm in?" Elsie asked, hoping that Dolly would not realize 
that she had no alternative in mind. 

"Yeah, honey, you're very much in," Dolly grinned at her, exposing a 
mouthful of nicotine-stained teeth. "Until you grow some hair, we're gonna 
have to get you a wig. We've got one around here somewhere. It's red but 
it'll do. Red hair and a blonde cunt might be a welcome novelty to some of 
our regulars." 

"Thank you," Elsie mumbled. 

"Here's your whore book," Dolly explained, forcing a small daily diary that 
businessmen use to keep track of their appointments into her hand. "Our 
system is simple. You get free room and board. You ain't supposed to do no 
free-lancing outside of the house. That's how this stupid cunt Flossie got 
herself into trouble. We're a one-price house. We get ten dollars a trick. I 
get five for expenses and you get five. Obviously, we can't keep running 
back and forth with five dollar bills. I keep my records, you keep yours. 
That's what the diary is for... to keep a record of your box score. Every 
Sunday we settle up. Okay." 

"You make it all sound very simple." Elsie smiled at her fat benefactor. 

"Flossie, you show Elsie to room 8 next door to you. Today is payday at the 
Navy Yard and this should be a busy night. Show her the ropes and have her 
ready to go by six." 

It was a busy night indeed. Many of the regulars were anxious to dunk their 
dickies in the new girl. Elsie maintained her box score carefully. By the 
end of the night she had serviced thirteen clients; eight white and five 
black not that it mattered; a stiff prick was a stiff prick whatever the 
color of its skin. She had made eighty dollars... more than she would make 
in a week at Sears. Perhaps being a whore wasn't so bad after all. Besides, 
there had been one young customer with a lovely prick. Elsie hadn't told 
Dolly, nor put it on her score card, but she had sucked that beautiful cock 
for him twice after he had crammed it into her creamy cunt. For a while 
during the evening, she had been so busy that she hadn't had time to douche 
between customers. Some of the poor bastards had had to take a wet deck 
fucking. 

As busy as she was with the passing parade of stiff cocks, Elsie still had 
trouble sleeping and then had constant nightmares about the night of her 
ordeal on the waterfront. Dolly had a regular house doctor that came in and 
examined each of her girls every Monday. Elsie mentioned her problems to 
him. He gave her a prescription for a bottle of big reds... Seconal sleeping 
pills. They helped for a while, then she seemed to build up an immunity to 
them. When one wouldn't work, she tried two and then three. As the months 
turned into a year and more, she discovered that they worked better when 
washed down with bourbon instead of water. 

The combination of the pills and booze began to take their toll and by the 
end of her second year of tenancy at Madam Dolly's she had lost weight. Her 
big tits drooped like hound's ears and her once firm ass became flabby. Her 
skin lost its youthful glow and she was frightened by what she saw in the 
mirror each morning as she brushed her teeth. 

Along with the bodily disintegration, her box score fell off badly. She was 
thirty-three now, but looked fifty-three. The only way she got customers was 
to give fancy blow jobs. Even that began to fall off as newer and younger 
girls came into the house. 

One Saturday night she had only one customer. He was a big black boy who 
wanted a white girl to suck his cock and asshole. He apparently hadn't 
bathed in a week and Elsie almost gagged at his body odor as she went down 
on the huge black dong. When she approached his asshole with her tongue, she 
was sure that he had never learned to use toilet paper. It was all she could 
do to keep from retching. 

After he left and no other customers requested her services, she took a 
bottle of bourbon to her room and got quite smashed. About two in the 
morning, Dolly knocked politely and came in to see her. Elsie had feared her 
visit. 

"Look, Elsie, you're a good girl and I love you like a daughter, but I got a 
business to run. I just got so many rooms and I gotta have merchandise that 
moves, you know what I mean?" 

Elsie nodded drunkenly. She knew only too well what Dolly meant. She was 
over the hill... all fucked out... all washed up, even as a whore. How far 
down the drainpipe could they flush her in life? 

Dolly was as kind about it as she could be, but the sum and substance of the 
meeting was that she wanted Elsie out by the following Friday. 

Once the big woman had waddled from the room, Elsie checked the bourbon 
bottle. It was still almost a third full. Then she checked the bottle of 
Seconals. It was over half full. When she removed the big red pills from the 
bathroom cabinet, she stared dumbly at the reflection in the mirrored door. 
"S'long, Elsie. I'll miss you," she mumbled and then staggered back to her 
combination bed and work table. She washed down the contents of the pill 
bottle with the contents of the booze bottle. 

Dolly showed a lot of class. She called in a priest and then saw to it that 
Elsie had a real good funeral in a real nice casket. It was the first 
suicide she had ever encountered among her girls and she felt pangs of 
conscience. For days, crocodile tears rolled down over the fat cheeks and 
dripped onto her bulbous breasts. 

On the night of the day that Elsie was buried, under a headstone engraved 
"Elsie Borden," Dolly and her girls sat disconsolately around the parlor. 
There weren't many customers and they had a real wake for their late friend. 
Nobody seemed to know what to say. At last Dolly broke the silence. Between 
her tears and sobs, she said, "Goddammit, we're going to miss Elsie around 
here. She was the best cocksucker we ever had in this house." 

In a corner of the parlor, Flossie cried in her drink and muttered, "That's 
the trouble with this fucking business... you have to die before they say 
something nice about you." 


THE END
