You must wait, he was thinking. Honey, you wait until you feel the full length of my cock driving all the way up inside your cunt. You’ll see how adequate it is, and you’ll never want another cock for the rest of your life. In spite of the fact that he was the one on his knees, groveling like a slave between her tender thighs, he was once again filled with an exaggerated amount of self-importance. He felt a sense of mastery over this white-haired woman he had only just met and whose pussy seemed to suddenly become the limits of his new universe. He was well aware of his cock straining and expanding to an enormous thickness for it, that is, as he anticipated the wild fucking he would shortly be enjoying with this woman. All the while Bert continued to taunt and tantalize her with his driving tongue until her gasps became sobs and he felt her hands tugging at his head.
“It’s time!” Ann cried out. “It’s time! Come on, shrimp! Come ahead and fuck me, and let’s see if your cock is at least half as good as your tongue.”
Bert jumped up and began pulling off his clothing. His eyes caught a glimpse of Judy, sitting on a vanity bench off to the side, apparently indifferent to what was going on as she watched. She sat with her legs raised and her arms folded, as if very pleased with the way things were going. Well hell! He was more than pleased.
Totally naked now, he hurled his skinny, underweight body between the white-haired woman’s outflung legs. She stopped tossing her head from side to side long enough to look between her breasts at the hardness of his twitching penis, and then she reached down with her right hand to guide the swollenly bulbous head into the hair-surrounded dimple that was her aching cunt. Simultaneously, as one person, the pair of them heaved toward one another so that their loins smacked wildly together and his near-bursting cock was buried to the hilt far into the soft depths of her hungry feminine flesh. It sank all the way on the first lunge, but then, it was neither long nor thick, and Ann’s cunt had been dilated by the candle so that she had been more than ready.
“Ummmmmmm! Yessssss… that’s good!” Ann gasped, panting heavily as she laced her smooth arms around the man’s skinny shoulders and his narrow back. “Don’t you move, yet, lover. I want to feel all of you inside me for awhile!”
Ann was smiling into his face, her lips dry and parched, and that was when Bert became aware of the intense heat emanating from her motionless body, as if the woman was burning up with fever.
For the first time Bert realized how deep the dark circles were under Ann’s eyes, and he knew it wasn’t just from a lack of sleep. The woman had suffered, much as he had suffered. He wondered if she had served time, too. Then, gradually, his body began to absorb the heat emanating from her, and it seemed to him he was able to distinctly feel every delightful square inch of her trembling body where his own flesh touched hers. It was as if the two of them were blending, then melting together. Currents of strange, never-before-felt sensation began eddying through his shuddering flesh, although neither of them was moving. He wanted to wet her dry lips with the tip of his tongue, yet he sensed this was no time for the “ordinary motions” of love. He continued staring into the depths of her dark and knowing eyes, feeling very nearly a sense of inner fear. It crossed his mind that somehow this woman whom he had only recently met was casting a bewitching spell over him.
Then everything began.
The feelings within him were incredible, and they went on endlessly, ceaselessly, ecstatically and unbelievably, an elastic rippling wave movement of the inner muscles of her squeezing vagina that began milking the full length of his near-bursting cock, a little at a time, from the hard, aching rubbery head down to the thick base where their pelvic hairs had become slickly entwined. He did his best to pull back in order to start fucking her, but Bert found himself powerless to move as the wildly spiraling motions of her inner vaginal muscles built up an irresistibly delirious thrill of delightful rapture in the depths of his sperm-filled testicles, and he realized that even if this woman sucked the very life from his body, he had to go on with this unbelievable sensation he was feeling.
With a sob of bitter frustration he let his face fall onto one of the multicolored cushions beside her head and allowed Ann to continue the strangely weird and unnatural theft of his masculinity because with part of his mind he realized this was precisely what she was doing. He was totally and completely helpless—like a newborn babe lying in its crib with a cat on its chest about to suck the breath from its body.
“Ohhhhhh… myyyyy Godddhhhh… hhhhaaaannnnnggghhhhaaaagggghhhh!” he bellowed, and it was his last shout before the violence of his release from this unbearable delight made him black out. His mind went totally blank as his lust-tensed testicles reached the limits of human endurance, exploding jet after seething jet of sperm into her insatiably sucking depths, draining him for what felt like forever.
“That was nice for starters,” Ann said to him, waiting for his convulsive jerking to gradually subside as his hoarse panting diminished. Her cunt gave his rapidly shriveling little cock one final squeeze and then she imperiously ordered, “Fuck me!”
“Oh my God! I can’t!” he gasped. “I can’t!”
He flopped off her and rolled to the side as Ann said to Judy, “What kind of a bum did you bring me? What the hell do I need with Mr. Softy?”
“Give him time to recover,” Judy said to her. “I think you’ll find him very adequate.”
“I hope so,” Ann yelled.
So do I, Bert thought.
CHAPTER NINE
It was late in the afternoon when Judy left Ann’s place. Bert Karnstein was so washed out Judy knew there was no way he would be able to hurt Ann, and Ann had enjoyed enough pleasure from Bert so that she had agreed to let him move in with her.
The trouble was, watching all that action—and not participating —had made Judy tremendously aroused. Unfortunately she had made no arrangements for the upcoming evening because of her job, and so she thought she would end up alone.
Her drive home took her through the Golden Gate area, and she knew Al Bombannente lived somewhere nearby. It was from listening through a small hole in the wall that separated their offices that Judy had learned about Al’s unorthodox methods when it came to parolees, and because of his success, she had tried it herself, though using women like Ann Mason rather than giving herself to the ex-cons. She wondered if Al was busy that evening.
Her car seemed to guide itself through the streets and suddenly it was parking in front of the apartment house where she knew Al lived. It was a nice neighborhood, very quiet, which for San Francisco was a rarity since most of the city was almost always in some kind of turmoil or other.
Getting out of the car, she felt the cold wind from the nearby ocean whipping her coat, cutting through her, making her entire body shudder. Entering the apartment building, she looked at the mail boxes and discovered Al lived on the fourth floor. That seemed to be the perfect floor to live on in a high-rise like this one. There were no fire escapes outside his window, though there was one at the end of the hall, and he was too high for robbers to reach him from the ground, while too low for them to come down from the roof.
Finding Al’s apartment, Judy pushed the door buzzer and waited. Less than a minute later, Al Bombannente opened the door and smiled at her, saying, “Yes?”