The Other SideAT 25, Laura Windslow wasn’t suffering financially. Her job as a free-lance book-publishing editor saw to that little matter. How she wasdoing socially was another story altogether. She was a dud in theattracting men category. And she knew it. Book publishing. That fits me, she thought more times than not, thebookworm. The little dull as dishwater bookworm.Her cat jumped up on her lap. “Wiggy, don’t you ever get tired of allthis excitement?” She giggled. “You don’t give a rat’s ass, do youWiggy? It’s not just another lonely, boring night to you, oh, no, toyou it’s just another day of living. How do you do it, old Wig? Dayafter day, the same old shit. Don’t you ever want to break out andraise some hell? Go catting, ha ha, about town? Screw everything withfur you can get your little paws on? I forgot. Those days are longbehind you, old Wig.” She scratched him behind the ears, and enjoyedhis purring.”Oh, well, Wiggy Waggy, maybe the Halloween party tonight will lead tosomething romantic. Oh, that reminds me, I haven’t even looked at thecostume Margo dropped off for me. She said I’d get a real hoot out ofit. Hoot! She probably got me an owl suit! Fits my bookworm image,don’tcha think, Wig?” Wig just purred, not giving a hoot about much ofanything.She got up, and went to get the big box the costume was packed in,with Wiggy tagging along. She noticed something she hadn’t spottedbefore. A tag. It read: Crafty Costumers: 1 costume: Streetwalker. “Mmm, streetwalker, Wig. It looks as if Margo has gone round the bend.Oh, well, at least it’s not a freaking owl. Or a worm!” She opened thebox, and there it all was. A streetwalker’s dream come true.Black fishnet stockings. A black garter belt. A fire engine red mini-skirt. A white, see-thru midi-blouse that looked as if it would endjust below the breasts, leaving the navel out there for all to see.White, see-thru panties, as if that was necessary. And a wig, a black,frizzy wig. It needed a brushing up. And a black corset. That’s amistake, she thought, it’s not needed with a red mini-skirt. The boxwas now empty.”What, no knee-high boots? Wiggy, what hooker worth her salt wouldleave the house without her tall boots on? Sheesh, Wig, I’ll just haveto use my own. Yeah, right, Wig, as if I’d ever be caught dead in thiscostume.” She put everything back into the box. “Margo, you idiot, whycouldn’t you have found me an owl?”She went into the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of wine. RedBurgundy wine. She looked down at her feet. There was Wiggy. OldFaithful. She went to the couch, and plopped into it, being carefulnot to spill the wine. Old Faithful Wig was right there with her,sitting next to her, waiting patiently for a rub.She took a good sip, and said, “What are we gonna do, Wig? The partyis tonight. Where am I gonna get a new costume in time? Shit, I can’tgo as I did last year, as a corked-faced hobo. I’d be laughed out oftown . . . again!” She giggled at Wiggy, rubbed his head, and tookanother healthy sip. The wine was starting to feel nice, so she tookanother good sip, and felt its warmth spread through her.”Wiggy, Wiggy, Wiggy, it looks like our old goose is cooked. It’seither beg off the party, or, brrrr, do some streetwalking.” Shescratched his head. “Whatcha think, Wig? Stay home or go out hooking?”She giggled again, and took another good sip. She was feeling giddy.And a tad daring.She got up, found the costume box again, and emptied its contents ontothe sofa in one fell swoop. She threw off her robe, removed her bra,and, just for kicks, put on the black corset, and the stockings, andthe garter belt. She picked up the black wig, crammed it onto herhead, and went over to the hall mirror for a peek. She took a blacksweater from a hat rack, and d****d it loosely over her shoulders.My, God, she thought, is that really me? Just the wig had made herface look different somehow, and strange looking. “Wig,” she said, her eyes glued to the weird mirror image. “You know,with a little carefully applied makeup, and with my contacts in, shit,my own mother wouldn’t know me!” Creative possibilities were nowrunning rampant through her mind.She walked briskly to the couch, took a good gulp of the wine, andhastened to try on the rest of the outfit. In less than ten minutes,she was ready for another peek in the hall mirror. She approached itslowly, as if afraid of what she might see in it.”Holy shit, Wiggy, I don’t recognize me!” It was true. The woman inthe mirror looked absolutely nothing like the bookworm Laura. In fact,and in all truth, the word streetwalker was way too mild a term, forstaring back at Laura now, was the sluttiest, trampiest, hooker whoreimaginable. It was a transformation that was both scary and intriguingat the same time.”Wiggy, I’m gonna do it! Why not? It’s wicked, and it’s wild, and it’snot me, but shit, Wiggy, where has looking like goody two-shoes gottenme? And who knows? Maybe it will make Ken notice me a bit more. Ha ha.The only time he notices me is when he feeds you, and waters my plantswhen I have to go out of town. Shit, Wiggy, at least he pets you!” Shepouted at the cat. Then gave him a quick head rub.Ken, Ken White, her next-door neighbor. A sweet, lovable guy if everthere was one. And a hunk in the looks department, too. Laura would bethe first to admit she had a schoolgirl crush on Ken, but she wouldonly admit it to herself. He was so different from the one and onlyboyfriend she once had. That schmuck. The lying rat. Tells a girl heloves her, takes her cherry, and says ciao, baby, sayonara, adios,goodbye. The bum. She was glad she no longer pined after him, as she had for that longyear after their breakup. But she knew she had only replaced thatloser with someone else to pine for. And he lived just next door. Butat least he didn’t seem a loser.She removed the outfit, took a shower, and brushed the wig. She putthe costume back on, but took greater pains this time in getting itjust right. Then, it was mirror time again. She looked. Amazing! She felt like a new woman, a wild and wantonwoman. A lady of the evening, in all her lusty glory. She smiled atthe image, half expecting it to wink at her. When it didn’t, she fixedthat by winking at it. Now it winked back! The dirty slut.She had thirty minutes. She’d call a cab in ten. She poured a halfglass of the red, and swigged merrily away. Crazy thoughts entered herhead. She wanted to shake up the world a bit with her new look. So shedecided not to wear a coat over the outfit. She could hardly wait tosee the face on her doorman, Carlos, and the cabby’s face, too. Howwickedly delicious!She called for the cab, and started for the door. A last quick glancein the hall mirror convinced her she was, indeed, totally crazy. Butshe was having fun now. She rode the elevator down, hoping someonewould see her. No one did. Shit! No one. Not even that nosy Parker,Mrs. Goldberg.Carlos was a bummer, too. He wasn’t at his station. Shit! Then camethe cabbie. Shit! He paid her no mind at all. Shit, she thought, hemust see a ton of hookers in his daily work. I’m just number eighty-four for tonight. Shit! Oh, well, wait’ll they get a gander at me at the party . . .* * * * * *LAURA got out of the cab, and soon realized the dumb ass cabbie haddropped her off at the wrong block, and she was two blocks short ofher end destination. She started to walk, with the high boots pinching her toes withoutmercy, and saw a middle-aged man standing in front of a brownstone. Helooked neatly dressed in a polo shirt and slacks, and was of averageheight and weight. To her, he did not look the least bit threatening.As she approached him, he said, “Hi, doll, how much? I live righthere, so we won’t have far to travel.” He smiled at her, and pattedhis back pocket.”I’m not . . . ” Oh, my God, she thought, he thinks I’m a hooker! Theoutfit. Then a thought hit her, a wild and nasty thought. She smiledback at him, a sensuously seductive kind of smile, and said, “I’m notworking just yet, mister, but a quickie will cost ya . . . say fifty.OK?” Oh, my, she thought, this is so naughty of me. Was fifty toomuch? Too little? Should I tell him I’m only funning with him? Orshould I . . . ?”Forty.” he said, flatly. Should I haggle, she thought? She decidednot to. She was on thin enough ice as it was. Should I? Dare I . . . ?”All right, but as I said, a quickie.” He nodded, and turned to go upthe stairs. She followed him, feeling absolutely exhilarated. Thoughtsflew through her mind: I can’t believe what I’m doing! Sex with atotal stranger! Sex! Oh, my God! He’s going to actually fuck me! Do Iask for the money up front? Will he expect me to suck him off? Oh,God, I’m getting wet! This is too insane! Why am I doing this?Once in his bedroom, he stood there looking her over, as if inspectingthe latest merchandise. She felt a broad flush come over her, and herknees weaken. Get a grip, girl, she thought, he’s only a man. Relax!How bad can it be?”What’s your name, honey?” He now grinned at her.”Lau . . . uh . . . Lana. Lana . . . uh . . . Licks. Lana Licks,What’s yours?” She now had a new name, a hooker-sounding name. Whatfun.”Larry, babes, but all my friends call me Spike.” He reached into hisback pocket, pulled out a wallet, extracted two twenties, and offeredthem to her. She took them, jammed them into her purse, and said,”Well, Spike it is, then. Shall we get to it, Spike? As I said, it hasto be a quickie. OK?” He nodded, and started to remove his clothing.Oh, God, she thought.As she watched him undress, while undoing a button of her own, shethought: Oh, God, I sounded so brazen just then. So hussy-like. My,my. It seems the bookworm has turned. As she dropped the white, see-thru blouse to the floor, she felt acold breeze hit the tops of her breasts. The air conditioner. Sheunzipped the mini-skirt, let it fall to the floor, and stepped out ofit. The chilly air now hit her all over, making her realize just howhot her body really was.Before Laura was down to just her bra and panties, Spike was totallynude. She stole a quick glance at his cock, and thought about how bigit looked to her. It had to be over 8″ long, and was very thick, andhad an acute upward curve to it. The head, purple tinged, lookedbloated and swollen. It looked as if it would hurt her upon entry. Sheshivered, just thinking about this. And felt her pussy tingle andtwitch.”Here, baby,” Spike said, hoarseness to his voice. “Let me help youwith those. I like to do that.” He came over to her, and knelt down.He slowly lowered the panties, as if relishing the surprise to come.As the panties cleared her bush, he leaned in and kissed her there. Aquick kiss, with his tongue doing a flick at her pussy lips. A jolt ofelectricity seemed to go through her entire body, and it took a greateffort to stop her legs from wobbling. She had the urge to swoon.He then put his arms around to her back, and unclipped the bra’ssingle hook. As he pulled the bra from her, she felt a thrill in herbreasts, and the nipples seemed to be hardening up. Spike looked ather chest.”They’re beautiful, honey, absolutely beautiful.” He reached out withboth hands, cupped her breasts and, using both thumbs, tweaked herswollen nipples. “Oh, yeah, baby, these are something else!” He bentover and kissed her right breast, his lips targeting the nipple. Shefelt a shiver go through her entire body, and her legs seemed to wantto give out.As he switched his lip’s attention to the left breast, she moaned.”Oooh, that feels good, Spike, real good.” She placed both hands onhis head, and drew him to her, pressing his face into the tit. He nowmoaned. And then kissed and sucked the now face-flattened breastexcitedly, as his hands kneaded them both at the same time.He worked her breasts for quite some time; kneading them, suckingthem, pressing them to his cheeks, while constantly moaning. She,feeling now more like a Lana than a Laura, entwined her fingers intohis hair, and pressed him even closer to her. She moaned constantly,and just let herself fall into the lewd magic of it all.She felt Spike’s fingers find her pussy. Then his fingers plied theentrance, and then plunged in, stirring around inside her. At first,she felt a twinge of shame knowing he was discovering just how wet andhot she was, but then she relaxed by saying to herself: I’m a hooker,for crissakes! I’m supposed to be hot and wet! Ain’t I?So she let herself just enjoy it, not even caring when an intenseorgasm overtook her, and made her throw her arms around his neck, andyell out loud, “Oooooh, Spike, oh, oh, you just made me cum!Ooooooooh! Oh, oh, Spike. You darling man, you!” She felt herselfslightly collapsing again at the knees. Spike whispered, “On your knees, Lana, darling.” At first, she didn’tunderstand. Then she did. He wanted her to suck on him. Instinctively,she reached down and took hold of the base of his cock. She looked atit as she lowered herself to her knees. Up close, it looked evenbigger, and scarier somehow. And much hairier.She wondered if he would know she had never sucked a cock before? Shetried to remember what she had read on the Internet about giving goodhead, but her mind was fudgy. But how hard could it be, really? Wasn’tsucking a natural thing? No one had to teach a baby how to suck on anipple.She moved her head closer to the cock head, letting her lips brushagainst it. She opened her mouth, formed a toothless oval, as she hadread how to do, and took the large cock head in. With both her eyesclosed tightly.The large head filled her mouth immediately, its bumpy undersidepressing firmly into her tongue. It felt odd, both hard and soft atthe same time. It also felt strangely pleasurable, as sucking on alarge nipple would. As she moved her mouth forward on the shaft, andcrossed the bumpy ridge, she was aware of her saliva. It seemed to becoating the cock, and making it feel slick and nice. She took a littlemore of the shaft, and heard Spike moan above her.”Oh, Lana, what a mouth! It’s as hot as Hades!” He took her head intohis hands, and pulled her mouth farther along the thick shaft. Shefelt the head hit the back of her throat, and not stop. She thought ofthe Internet. As the cock head touched her gag reflex, she swallowedhard, as if ingesting a large piece of meat, just the way the articlehad mentioned. And was amazed when the cock went down her throatwithout making her retch.With both eyes still tightly closed, she felt the curly hairs on thebase of his prick gently touch her lips and nose. Oh, my God, shethought, I’m actually deep throating him! She had to see for herself.She opened her eyes and saw it was, indeed, true. The entire 8″ ofSpike’s solid cock was in her mouth and down her throat. It had to be,for her eyes were less than an inch from his pubic hairs. And shehadn’t even gagged once.”Oh, baby, you suck cock like no woman I’ve ever met. Keep doing that.That taking it all thing. OK?” He heard her mumble around his dick.”Mmm, mmm.” With both eyes open now, she deep throated him repeatedly,relishing in her newfound accomplishment. It was all just too much for Spike.”Oh, k**do, I can’t help it, I’m gonna cuuuuummm!” He pulled back towhere just his cock’s head was fully in her mouth. Then he came . . .And it surprised her. The warm, sticky liquid came shooting into hermouth with unbelievable force. The first spurt hit the back of hermouth, and she felt it go down her throat, forcing her to constricther throat slightly. The second blast hit the same spot, but she wasready for it. She swallowed just as she felt it hit, helping it on itsway to her stomach. She felt her eyes tear up. She blinked them a fewtimes in an attempt to dry them.Then more cum of Spike’s followed, but with less force. More of adribbling effect. A large puddle of cum formed itself on her tongue.She felt it, sticky and glue like, between her tongue and Spike’sprick. It squooshed out around the cock, coated her cheeks, andescaped her lips. She was aware of it on her chin.She swallowed, and felt, for the first time, the slightly burningsensation kızılay escort of semen in her throat. She sniffed in, and could smell themusky odor of his sperm. It all had an unusual effect on her. Shefound herself loving it, this blowjob thing, and she even loved thetaste of his ejaculate. She knew Spike was finished, but she chose tokeep sucking on him. Her plan, if it was a plan, was to let him tellher when she should stop.Finally, he did. “Okay, sweetie, that’s good.” He pulled his nowflaccid cock from her mouth, and released his hold on her head. Hethen helped her to her feet.”Baby, you give one fine blowjob!” He grinned at her. “Unreal!””You really think so?” She was fishing for a compliment, but shedidn’t care, as she wanted to hear it.”Oh, yeah, I’ve had some good cocksuckers in my time, pardon myFrench, Lana, but none were as natural at doing it as you were.Christ, I know a bunch of guy who would pay the whole fifty just tohave you blow them! If and when you have more time, that is.”Then Lana, the wanton cocksucking, cum-loving hooker said, “Really?I’d like that, Spike, and I could sure use the money.” Oh, God, shethought, what if he actually sets it up? What then? Do I do it? Can Ido it? Oh, God, a bunch of men! Naked men! With their hard, erectcocks out! “Listen, Lana, I really wanted to fuck you, but you made me cum toofast, so how about I set something up for the future? And we couldmake a deal. If I find you five guys, at fifty each say, for justblowjobs, I get a free fuck. How’s that sound to you?” He looked ather, and waited for her response.”Let me think a sec, OK?” Thoughts raced through her mind. Should I dothis? This crazy thing? Five guys! Five blowjobs! All that cum! It’sso slutty! But who would know? Just me. Who would it hurt? No one.”Okay, Spike, we have a deal.” Whew, it was that easy to become aslut.”Good. Now, Lana, how can I get in touch with you?”She thought a moment, and remembered the computer she had seen in hisother room. “I can only be contacted by e-mail, Spike, so I’ll give you thataddress . . . “* * * * * *LAURA WINDSLOW, aka Lana Lick, the newest slut cocksucker hooker ofthe evening, could have taken the taxi the few blocks to the party,but she didn’t want anyone else to see her in this getup. Especiallyfriends.One look at her in this costume, she knew, and the snide, but funnycomments would start. They would be joking, of course, but she feltshe would blush so violently, even at the first comment, that theywould guess what she had done just blocks from them: Sucking the bigcock of a total stranger. They would read it all over her face. As ifher face was covered in Spike’s cum.It was ludicrous, to be sure, but the feeling was strong enough tohave her give the cabbie her home address. She was there in less thantwenty minutes.As she got off the elevator on her floor, she saw a man at Ken’s door.When he keyed the door, she realized it was Ken. He was all dressedup, with a suit and tie, as if he had just come home from eitherworking late, or an early-ended date. He turned and looked right at her, his key still in the door. “Hi,there, just move in?” He smiled. Shit, she thought, he doesn’trecognize me. Well, why should he in this outfit? For some odd reason,she played along, making her voice sound deeper and sultry, and sexy.”No, I’m just visiting . . . uh . . . my cousin. Maybe you know her?Laura Windslow?” She smiled at him. “My name is Lana, Lana . . .Lick.” She had almost forgotten what last name she had used withSpike.”Nice meeting you, Lana. I’m Ken, Ken White, and sure I know Laura.We’ve been neighbors for ages now. I feed her cat, Wiggy, and waterher plants whenever she’s out of town.” I know, you dummy, I know.”But I’ll tell you, Lana, you two sure are different from one another.You must be distant cousins.” He grinned at her. She thought, what’sthat supposed to mean, ass hole?”What’s that supposed to mean?” She hoped it sounded a tad pissy. Evenwithout the ass hole tacked on the end.”Uh . . . nothing. It’s just that Laura is . . . well . . . and youare . . . uh . . . both different, but both lovely, to be sure.” Hereddened a bit, and grabbed a quick breath. “You just look different,is all I mean.”She diluted the piss a bit, but it still had some acid in it. “Oh, Isee. Laura dresses mousy like, and I dress . . . how would you say Idress, Ken?” She was having fun with it, this putting him on the spot.Especially so because his ears had reddened again. And his mouth nowhung agape. Before he could speak, she said, “Like a tramp? A tart? A trollop? Ahooker? Tell me, huh, Ken, I can take it.” Oh, what fun! Whatdelicious fun. He looked stunned. And dopey like.”Oh, no, Lana, none of those. You dress . . . uh . . . like a . . .like a . . . a film star. Yeah, an actress, a gorgeous actress, like .. . uh . . . like Angelina Jolie. Sexy, but very sotiscaphated . . . Imean sophisticated.” She laughed to herself. Sotiscaphated!She decided to really push the envelope. By really boggling his mind.And by giving dear old neighbor Ken something to really chew on. “Well, Laura and I are different, Ken, but in a way you couldn’tpossibly know. I shouldn’t tell you this, just meeting you and all,but my psychiatrist says it’s healthy to do just that. So, here goes.Ken. Laura has escaped our genetic curse, Ken, which runs in many ofthe females in our family, but I haven’t.” She paused, making himwait. He looked all ears.”I came here to see if Laura could help me overcome it, her being sosweet and innocent and all.” She stopped again, keeping him on theline. Not taking his eyes off her, he removed his key from the lock.She noticed his hand shook as he tried to find the pocket’s opening inhis trousers.”You see, Ken, I suffer from severe . . . nymphomania. That’s right,severe nymphomania. I need a man twenty-four hours a day, Ken, just tofeel anywhere near close to normal. Understand?” Oh, what fucking fun!His eyes were now as big as the proverbial dinner plates. He nodded,and his head looked as if it was ready to fall off his neck.”Geez, Lana, that’s a shame. I think. But you’re right, if anyone canhelp you, it’s Laura. She’s just the opposite of . . . oops! . . .sorry.””Don’t sweat it, Ken. I take no offense. I’m used to it by now. Butyou might also be able to help me.” She let it hang there, verypregnant like.”H-How could I pissobly . . . er . . . possibly help you?” He lookedas if his mind was churning away a mile a minute on the possibilities.She thought: Pissobly! How cute. His mind is sure below the waist! AFreudian slip if ever there was one.”Well, my shrink told me that the best way to kick a bad habit is tobe weaned off it gradually.” What fun! “He said if I could find awilling man, one who understood the situation fully, and wasn’tlooking for any romantic entanglement, a man who could have sex withme just to help me, well, I’d recover more quickly.” She grinned athim, with the implied offer on the loose. Oh, what a ball! What afucking ball.”You saying it would help you mentally if I had sex with you?” Hisupper lip was now covered in perspiration.”Exactly, and Immensely!” She smiled at him. Sweetly.”Sheesh, Lana, I don’t know. I’ve never had an . . . ” Mrs. Goldsmith came out of her apartment, a trash bag in her hand. Shewas on her way to the incinerator room. Ken opened his door, and said,”Listen, Lana, let’s not talk out here. Come inside, and we candiscuss it some more.” He held the door open for her. As she entered,she thought: Well, he hasn’t said no just yet. Now let’s see if I canget this big doofus to say yes! Let’s see if it’s a pissobolity! Shelaughed in her head.Inside, and with her back to him, and hearing him shut the door, shewalked over to his glass-covered coffee table, seductively wiggled herass on the short trip, and bent over, knowing the raised mini-skirtwas giving him a good view of her panties. The white, see-thru pantiesthat let her bush show through.She reached a hand down, and touched the table’s surface, and felt theskirt climb up her ass even higher. “My friend, Wilma, has one justlike this, Ken. Lovely. Especially the glass top.” She ran her fingersover the glass, sensuously, while stalling in this lewd position forhis full benefit. She could hear him breathing, and heavily, itseemed.He said, “C-Can I make you . . . uh . . . would you like a drink,Lana?” She took advantage of his new Freudian slip.With her ass still aimed his way, she said, “Can you make me, Ken? Ofcourse! If you have some red Burgundy wine.” Oh, how playful she wasbeing. “I come cheap, every time I come!” She had said the word as ifit was spelled cee–you–em. She heard him take a breath in. Shestraightened up, and turned toward him, a lascivious smile on herface.He said, “R-Red burgundy! That’s Laura’s favorite. But I guess youknow that already.” “No, I didn’t. But how about that? Where somewhat alike after all, sheand I. Now if I can get her to wear mini-skirts, we’d be two peas on apod!” She laughed.”Good luck with that, Lana. She’s not the mini-skirt type. And I don’tknow why not. I’ve seen her in shorts, and she has some dynamite legson her. Oh, well, different strokes, and all.” He fixed the drinks,making a Scotch and soda for himself.He offered a toast. “Well, Lana, cheers, and here’s to your success.”He held his glass out toward her.She said, quite softly, with her wine glass poised in mid-air, “Mysuccess, Ken, will come to me tonight if you help me by . . . fuckingthe bejabbers out of me!” She clinked his glass. And, as she took asip, she heard him audibly gulp. What fun.He took a sip of his Scotch, and said, looking at her over the rim ofhis glass, “God, Lana, you don’t beat around the bush, do you?” Hisears were red again. And he had just given her more verbal ammunition.”Me beat around the bush? Don’t you get it, Ken? I want you to beataround the bush, my bush. And you would be helping me with my mentalproblem at the same time.” She paused and glared at him. “For if Idon’t get fucked, and real soon, Ken, I’m gonna take off all myclothes, run into the street, and fuck the eyeballs out of the firstman I meet.” Or, she thought, run back over to Spike’s place. For herpanties were now soaked through and through. She tacked on, “And it will be all your fault, Ken.” She crossed herarms in front of herself, with the wine glass spilling a drop in thedoing, and put a hurt look on her face.He just stood there for a moment, frozen, just staring at her, andthen said, “Lordy, lordy, lordy, Lana, this is all so freaky. Sounreal. I don’t know what to say. You wouldn’t really run out in thestreet and . . . “”I wouldn’t?” She reached up with her free hand, and undid the topbutton of the thin blouse. “Wanna see me do just that, Kenny, oldchum?” She quickly popped a second button, then a third. He had anamazed look on his face. She hoped she had seemed maniacal enough inher actions, and how a proper nympho in heat would act.”Whoa, Lana. I believe you! Listen, if it would help you . . . “”Oh, it would, Ken, it would.” Momma, she thought, he’s going to doit!”Well, okay then, but Laura’s not to know about it. Agreed?””Don’t worry about that, Ken, I’d be the last person in the world totell her.”Ken nodded, threw a hand out in space, and pointed its forefingertoward the bedroom. “Shall we?” Without a word, she walked past him.Ken, you big phony, she thought, you must think I’m blind. Did youthink that big tent in your trousers could escape the lurid eagle eyesof old Lana Lick? That wanton whore who now rules the night? Just you wait, Kenny Wenny, until my hot mouth shows you the new trickit learned tonight . . .* * * * * *IN THE BEDROOM, Kenny Wenny became an a****l. But not a kind andthoughtful a****l. He seemed to have undergone a severe personalitychange between the living room and the bedroom. And it was one eventhe slut cunt whore Lana Lick side of Laura didn’t exactly like.He fairly ripped the clothes from her body, not seeming to care a damnif they got ripped along the way. He seemed possessed. A Mr. Hyde kindof Kenny. He tore his clothes off, and tossed them in the air willy-nilly, and obviously uncaring as to where they ended up.Then he grabbed her shoulders, quite roughly, and said, “On yourknees, slut, and suck my cock.” She almost protested something, buthis hands were pushing her down. Perhaps, she thought, he’s using someweird reverse psychology on me to cure my nympho side. She decided toplay along with him.”Now, cunt, suck it, and suck it good!” She obliged him, and tried tolet his words turn her on, but he had spat them out at her, whichturned her off. She thought of Spike. Spike, fully believing she was astreet tramp, had treated her with more respect than Kenny was now,and Kenny believed she was the cousin of his neighbor. It all seemedtopsy-turvy to her.She hadn’t sucked him but a few minutes before he pulled her to herfeet, and dragged her into his bedroom. She stood by the bed, her backto it, and waited for the next surprise. He showed it to her bypressing his right hand to her chest, and pushing her. She fell backonto the bed.”Spread those legs, cunt, and show me what you got for me.” As shereluctantly assumed the wanton position, she thought: Christ, hehasn’t even kissed me yet! And I don’t think he will. She looked athim. What, she wondered, have you done with my Kenny?He joined her on the bed, and his foreplay consisted of mounting herand frantically trying to find her hole with his cock. When he did, hejammed it in so roughly, she yelped. “Ow, that hurts!” He paid her nomind. You motherfucker, she thought, you have all the finesse of afucking Nazi chatting up a prisoner. But with far less charm, youbastard. He fucked her, if one could call it that, with all the passion ofsomeone doing pushups. Up. Down. Up. Down. Ho hum. Ten more. All thewhile hurting her with his uncaring, and badly aimed, prick pokes.Mercifully, he didn’t last long. And, when he came, the only thing sheheard him utter, was, “Ooof!” His pushup work was done. She felt himgo flaccid almost immediately, and heard a shloop sound when hewithdrew his limp prick from her. It reminded her of someone slurpingup a short strand of spaghetti.Then he got off her, but not in a normal way. He hopped off of her, orso it seemed to her, and landed beside the bed. His speedy, precision-like execution reminded her of a gymnast’s dismount. As smooth, and asslick as that. She said to herself: That performance gets you a ten,Ken, but your other performance, well . . .He looked down at her. “I’m gonna take a shower. Care to join me?” Theway he had said it meant just the opposite of what he had implied. Hesure didn’t want her to say yes. She knew he was done with her, and itwas good riddance time.”Uh, no, Ken, you go ahead. I’ve got to get over to Laura’s, anyway.I’ll let myself out. OK?” He nodded, turned, and was soon closing thebathroom door behind himself.She got out of bed, and dressed hurriedly. When she was at the frontdoor, and holding it ajar, she looked back toward the bathroom door.Then she said, in a normal conversational voice, “You dumb fucker, youdon’t deserve a nice slut cunt whore like Lana Lick!” She exited, andslammed the door behind her. She turned, and saw . . .”Good evening, Mrs. Goldberg, and how are you this fine and lovelyevening?” Laura smiled at the woman, who held two trash bags in hand.Mrs. Goldberg stood frozen there, her eyes wide, and her mouth hangingwide open. She then gasped, ducked back into her apartment, slammedthe door shut, and let Laura hear four locks being clicked, quitenoisily, one after the other . . .* * * * * *THE NEXT DAY, she received an e-mail from Spike. He had used theaddress she had given him: [email protected] His message was quiteshort, but quite to the point:Lana: All set. Tomorrow 7pm. Got you a 6th as a bonus! If you wouldlike 2 more, I can swing it. Let me know by 5pm. Don’t forget ourdeal! OK?See ya gorgeous, Spike She stared at the screen. Then spoke out loud to it, as if she had tohear mamak escort the words to make them real. “Six men! Eight if I want it! My God! And our deal! He wants his freefuck! Is Spike planning on fucking me before the men arrive, or after?With all of them watching us? Oh, my God! Would some of them later onwant to fuck me, too? Probably. Most men can go twice. Oh, my God! Dohookers really do this stuff? They must. Spike seems to be taking itso all in stride, as if it’s an ordinary, everyday event. Oh, my God!”She stared at the screen. “Oh, my God!”As she hit Reply, she said, to the air, and one more time, “Oh, myGod!” She then typed:Spike: 7p.m. fine. 8 better for me. Haven’t forgotten our deal. Seeyou then.Love ya, LanaShe had almost typed in Laura from force of habit.Just after hitting the send button, she realized her mistake. Althoughshe hadn’t asked him to get the two extra men, she had implied it byleaving off the p.m. after the 8. “Oh, my God!”She moved the mouse, planning on sending him a corrected message, buthalted her hand in place. She picked the mouse up, and spoke to it;”I’m being silly, little mousie, if I’m going to be sucking off sixmen, what’s two more? As they say, mousie, the more cock to suck, themerrier. Do you agree?” She nodded the mouse up and down. “Good! I thought you might. And,dear mousie, if they all want to fuck me afterward, so what? I canhandle that, can’t I?” She nodded the mouse friend again. Then put itback on the desk. They now understood each other a little better . . .* * * * * *LAURA ARRIVED at Spike’s place on the dot of seven. The cab ride overhad filled her with mind with giddy exhilaration, fearfulanticipation, and sexual excitement. It had also filled her pantieswith oodles of juice. And she was not only ready for anything thatmight occur, but she had resigned herself to thoroughly enjoying it.All of it, come what may. In her mind, she had spelled come as cee youem.She had changed into her superhero Lana Lick costume at Margo’s place.It would keep Ken from bumping into her again. Margo was off somewheredoing what airline personnel do. Some trip to the Bahamas, if sheremembered correctly. This time, however, she wore a raincoat over theoutfit. The superhero, it seemed, didn’t want to be seen in public.The very idea of going through with it had sparked her mind, andinflamed it with intense sexual heat. Eight men! It was all sodepraved, so lewd and lascivious, so taboo, so slutty and wanton, andso unlike the real her, the mousy her, the woman who would never havegotten into Ken’s bed playing it the way she had played it. Forwhatever that was now worth.In spite of his idiotic performance, Ken had gone ga-ga over Lana, theslut cunt whore nympho Lana, and had no idea he had been having sexwith the mouse next door. Boy, she thought, if he could only see me in action tonight! Shit,he’d see the mouse that roared! Ha ha! While she swallows the cum fromeight men. And fucks any one of them who needed fucking. Yeah, KennyWenny, you’d have a heart attack watching the little mouse with allthe big bad, horny wolves. So, Kenny Wenny, go take another shower.Spike, in just a robe, ushered her in, and immediately dispelled anyquestion about when he would be fucking her. “The rest of the guys,Lana, all eight of ’em by the way, will be here around eight, so wehave a good hour to ourselves.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek, asany uncle might.Then he said, quite gleefully, “Let’s get naked!” She liked Spike’sbluntness, and it made her feel a tingling thrill shoot up along herback, and then center itself on the back of her neck. Bathing in theaftermath of the thrill, she removed her clothing, down to bra andpanties. She now stood there, waiting for him to do the thing he likedto do. And Kenny? Go fuck yourself!”Geez, Lana, you’re even more beautiful than I remembered. And if Iweren’t old enough to be your father, I’d fall head over heels in lovewith you. And I wouldn’t care who else you fucked, as long as you camehome to papa.” He smirked at her, and then dropped his robe to thefloor.She smiled at him. “Oh, papa, what a big daddy you are!” She reachedout and fondled his prick, feeling the heat and meatiness of it. Andthe plump, swollen head. She ran her fingers around the head,exploring its girth and ridge. Spike let out a low moan. “Tell me, Spikey Wikey, just how long is this puppy wuppy, anyway?”She was curious. “Real angry, it hits eight and a half. But wait’ll later on. OldHenry’s got over twelve hanging off him, and it’s bigger than,” helifted her arm up, ‘your sweet lovely wrist.” He gave the inside ofher wrist a kiss.”My God, Spike, he’ll choke me to death!””Nah, baby, you just relax your throat, the way you did with me.You’ll see, it won’t hurt a bit. If anything, it’ll feel great! Doesto most women who suck him off, I’ll tell you. But, hey, in yourtrade, don’t you run into some pretty big ones?”She lied. “I’ve only been doing this for a few months now, Spike, butso far I haven’t had anything that big. You sure I can swallow him?”She had trouble picturing taking a cock that big down her smallthroat.He nodded. “Piece of cake. Fucking him is easy, too, all you . . . “”That reminds me, I wanted to ask you if some of them would also wantto fuck me. You know, after I blow them?” Might as well know now.”Oh, sure, they’ll all want to. Especially old Henry, who, even at hisage, can go multiple times in any given night. Pardon my French, buthe’s a regular fucking cum machine, he is.” He paused, and thenthought of something. “Why? You got somewhere else to go?””No, I was just curious, you know. Like to know the program up frontand all.” My, God, she thought, I am going to suck and fuck eight men,no, make that nine. Spike! “My God! If I wasn’t a slut before tonight,I’ll sure be one later on. A silly rhyme popped into her head: LanaLick loves the dick!”Spike, aware of the time, went about doing his favorite things,removing her bra and panties. He kissed her lips, with both theirtongues playing with each other, and worked on her breasts, andexplored her body all over. Then he was ready. He led her to hisbedroom. Sweetly and quietly, and so unlike Ken. I like you, Mr.Spike, she said to herself.She saw that the bed’s covers had been removed, and also saw thatSpike had placed a pillow in the center of the sheets. She assumedthat was for her ass to lie upon. She had once read how it increasedthe depth a man can reach and hit. This very thought sent a twingethroughout her pussy, and she felt it start to moisten up. Spike got on the bed, and invited her to join him. “Let’s 69 for abit. OK?” He lie on his back, beside the centered pillow, and told herto straddle him, her pussy to his face. She complied, feeling strangeinside. It was her first time at 69. But, she reasoned, how hard canit be to do?As she lowered her mouth onto his cock, she could feel his mouth andtongue find her vagina. It felt superhumanly hot to her, especiallywhen his mouth made full contact with her pussy lips. He then lickedup and down, and all around, using his tongue to its completeadvantage.She removed her mouth from his cock. “Oh, God, Spike, that feelsfantastic!” She put her mouth back on him, and wanted to go up anddown on it to return the favor, but her mind was addled. That tongue!That marvelous tongue! It seemed to be the only thing she couldconcentrate on. Its heat, and his movements, was sending out shockwaves all through her body, putting her on a plane she had never knownbefore.She removed her mouth again. “Oh, Spike, oh, Spike, I’m about to cum!Oh yes, here I go. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Spike! Oh, God, Ooooooooooh!”She trembled and shivered all over, feeling her mind go blank toeverything but the wonderful sensations now coursing through her. And,as her orgasm swamped her, he wouldn’t say die. In fact, he speeded upthe pace, his mouth and tongue working her over mercilessly, andfeverishly.She rode out the mind-boggling orgasm and, as her brain turned tomush, she buried her face into his balls, inhaling rapidly the deepmusky odor of him. She then screamed, right into his scrotum, “Lana’sa slut cunt whore, Spike, and she loves it!” Then she composed herself a bit, and said, “Spike, if you don’t fuckme this instant, I’m gonna tell all the guys tonight that you’re aflamin’ gay!” She giggled.Spike said, “One fuck comin’ up, Ma’am!” She liked that fact that hecould joke around during sex. It seemed natural to her. He helped herturn around, and positioned her ass dead center over the pillow. As hemounted her, she reached between them, found his cock, and said, “God,Spike, your cock feels nice. So big and meaty like. Here, let me putyou in me.” She did.Spike shot a glance at the bedside clock. They had fifteen minutes. Hewasn’t worried about a time bind. He knew he wouldn’t last too long.He had thought about fucking her lovely young body for days now, andjust feeling his cock in her hot pussy now told him he was a goner. He fucked her slow, and very deep, with the pillow’s help, andthoroughly enjoyed her body. He kissed her over and over. He suckledher nipples. He kissed her neck, and her shoulders. She felt so good.So young. So unbelievably fuckable. He ran his hands down behind her,and cupped her ass cheeks. Squeezing them, he fucked her some more.He was going to tell her how incredibly wonderful she felt, but hedidn’t get the chance. He was cumming, strongly, and with greatvolume. As he came, he buried his cock into her as far as he could,feeling her inner vaginal muscles squeeze and contract around him. Ashis sperm left him, he grunted loudly, and then kept himself verystill, letting the sensation just wash over him. He felt her arms movefrom his back up to his neck, and her hands start to caress him there.It felt as if she was loving him.He buried his face into her neck, and whispered, “Darling, that wasone of the best fucks I’ve ever had. And I’m sorry if I couldn’t lastlong enough to make you cum, too.””But I did cum! A small one, but a nice one. Besides, Spike, after theway I came before, when we were, you know, in the 69, well, you’d haveto call the paramedics if I came that strong again!” She giggled, andhe laughed.Then he said, “Well, baby, it’s time. You ready for the boys?”He felt her nod against his cheek. “I am, but if they’re all anythinglike you, you will have to call 911!”The front doorbell sounded. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, with his tongue popping in forjust a second, and got out of bed to retrieve his robe . . . * * * * * *FROM THE BEDROOM, Laura could hear the men’s voices. Were all eightnow here? That was answered almost immediately by Spike. “Oh, good, I see you’re all here, and on time for a change. Lana’s inthe bedroom, fellas, recovering from the good fucking I just gaveher.” He laughed. Men, thought Laura. Spike went on, “And, guys, here’s the batting order, alphabetical, asyou all agreed.” Men, thought Laura. I’m to blow them alphabetically!What’s next? I fuck them in order of height? She laughed quietly.Spike was saying something more . . .” . . . don’t you be giving me any of your sneery looks, Henry, youknow the majority rules. Besides, third ain’t so bad. Or do you thinkyou’ll die before then?” Laura heard the laughter and guffaws of manymen. She looked up at the ceiling, and thought: Is this reallyhappening to me? Someone from the other room said, “Hey, why don’t we have her do acircle suck with us, like we did with that Daisy babe. I know it wouldprime my old pump. Eh, guys?” Laura couldn’t see those who nodded, butshe did hear a few yeses and yeahs tossed out. And, although she hadnever heard of a circle suck, she had a good idea what it was.She heard a basic quiet coming from the other room, with only thesound of clothing being removed, and an occasional comment too low tomake out. They were all getting naked. All of them. All eight, plusSpike. All getting naked, so she could suck and fuck them all. Oh, mygod! She squirmed on the bed, and felt her pussy twitch.All of them! Including the big pricked Henry, who would be third. Theexcitement and fevered anticipation in her was getting to her now,making her hot all over, and she felt as much like a slut cunt whoreas any woman could ever feel. She saw the first naked man, the lead man in a procession of nakedmen, come in. Followed quickly by the rest of them. The room was soonfilled with naked men. They ranged in age from mid-thirties to mid-sixties, with one man looking as if he could even be in his mid-seventies. Her eyes scanned the wall of male flesh. Only three hadnice bodies, with the rest of them ranging from flabby, to potbellied,to lord knows what? They were all now playing with themselves, with some stroking cock,and some rubbing balls. The smell of the male a****l now filled theroom; the smell of men eager, and about to have sex. To Laura, it wasan intoxicating odor. It made her feel heady and giddily. She gotplayful . . .”Hi, guys, I’m Lana. I’ll be your entertainment hostess for thisevening.” She pretended to be holding something in one hand, with herother poised over it as if to write. “Now, gentlemen, may I take yourorders?” She giggled. The men laughed and chuckled. Her ice, one couldsay, had been broken. She was, in every respect, ready to servicethem.They oohed and aahed, with their eyes feasting upon her youthful body.She suddenly felt like an adored goddess. A goddess who could makegrown men weak in the knees, and make them desire her with theirpassion and lust. And, from the looks of them now, make them instantlyerect.It was a very heady feeling to her, as she lay there naked andexposed, and staring at nine hard and erect pricks. At a glance, notwo looked alike to her. Some pointed up, some down, and some straightout. Some were fat, some skinny. Some thick, some thin. Some hadlarger than average cock heads, while two of them had heads thatseemed to blend completely into the shaft. My, God, she thought, it’s a smorgasbord of manly meat! And, momma,I’ve never felt hungrier! Oooh, I’m soooo bad!The men formed a circle in the middle of the room. Spike looked as ifhe was about to say something to her, but she put up a hand, hushinghim. She got out of the bed, gently pushed her way between two men,went to the center of the circle, and knelt down. She was ready toperform the circle suck. And she was feeling very hot and playful atthe same time.”Oooh,” she said, glancing around her. “What beautiful cocks youfellas have. I hope they’re all for little old me.” She reached outwith her right hand, and grabbed the cock that was directly in frontof her. She put her mouth on it, felt its heat, and felt him tremble.Whoever he was. He had a nice cock. 6″ long and extremely rigid. Itfelt fantastic to her mouth. Her lips. Her tongue. Its slightly upwardtilt pressed against her upper lip, and reminded her of its extrahardness.It seemed natural to her to go to the left cock next, her left handbeing free and all. So she reached out with her left hand, and foundthe next prick in line. She masturbated it gently, feeling itshardness beneath her fingers. It seemed slightly fatter than the onein her mouth, but not by much. She gave the cock in her mouth threemore shaft sucks, and then moved left.She repeated this action, sucking and masturbating them, until she wasat the beginning again. She put her mouth on the first man’s cockagain, and was ready to go around once more, but someone said, “That’sokay, honey, that’s enough. I’m first, and I’m eager to get off.”She took her mouth off the prick, and looked up, toward the voice. Ithad come from man number two, the one with the slightly fatter cockthan man number one. He was smiling down at her. She smiled back, andlicked her lips.Someone passed a chair above the crowd, and someone placed it uprighton the floor. The man to go first sat down in it. She crawled over tohim, positioning herself between his knees. His cock, aimed as it wasat the ceiling, now looked different to her somehow, with the headlooking bigger yenimahalle escort than she had remembered. It looked gorged with blood.And fatter. It also had a large bubble of sperm covering the pee hole.She got playful again . . .”I see he’s glad to see me! He’s foaming at the mouth!” She reachedout and licked at the sperm, erasing it. She liked the idea that allthe men were now watching her. She made a great show out of swallowingthe pre-cum. “Mmm, tastes delicious, I hope you have more on tap!” The manchuckled, as did many of the others. She heard Spike laugh fromsomewhere. She was a star. The man in the chair said, “Oh, yeah,darling, I got lots of it stored up. You just wait and see, littlelady.” He chuckled.Then she sucked him off, and held nothing back. She went up and downon him, both slowly and sensuously and quickly and ferociously. Shedeep throated him continually. She massaged his nuts, rolling them insmall sensuous circles. She moaned as she performed, hearing him moan,too. She wanted to give this man, this middle-aged stranger with thepaunchy belly, the best blowjob of his life. And, as she worked, shefelt she was doing just that. And right in front of an audience ofnaked men. Then he yelled, “Ooooh, yeah!” And then he came, in a deluge. Hedidn’t spurt, but his cum bubbled out of him very copiously, floodingher mouth, and making her have to swallow him twice. As she swallowed,the words slut, and cunt, and whore flashed through her brain. Slutcunt whore. Slut cunt whore. It made her feel crazy in her mind, andwild in her spirit, and filled with lustful abandonment. She turned to the men, and said, quite loudly, “Yes, yes, I’m a slutcunt whore, and I love cum! Who’s next!” She looked fevered anddemented. She was on fire now. She sucked the next man without a carein the world, and fingered her pussy throughout, making herself cumover and over. She was obsessed. And burning up. And the audience knewit.Third was old Henry, and even his big footlong, as big as her wrist,was no match for her. She swallowed him whole hog, as if it wasnothing. She hadn’t gagged even once. Henry, and the other men, wassaying something, something praiseful, but she was deaf to them all. The big cock in her mouth riveted her total and undivided attention.She was a wild woman. A cocksucking crazy slut cunt whore. And sheloved every minute of it. Her mouth felt impaled on the big stick,even more so on the deep throat parts. Then Henry unloaded. She swallowed his cum with such gusto; he almostfell out of the chair. Her mouth was a force unto itself.”Ooohweee, ooohfuckingwee!” Henry yelled as she swallowed him alldown. He stood up and grabbed her head. “Clean it all off, honey, takeit all down again.” She obliged, with her saliva acting as water, andlaved his cock from stem to stern. Moaning as she did so.He pulled out of her, tilted her chin up to him, and said, “Lana,that’s the best my big old cock’s been sucked ever. Mmm, mmm. Baby,I’m gonna want you to do this once a week for me. And I hope it don’tup and kill me!”He guffawed, happy with himself. “And, honey, I can’t wait until Ifuck you! Oohfuckingwee!” He turned toward Spike. “Spike, if her pussyis even half as good as her mouth is, call the hospital. I’m gonnaneed a bed tonight!” He guffawed again. The men laughed, That Henry,what a sketch.She sucked the rest of them off without any letup in her fervor. Twoof the men had pulled out early, splattering cum all over her face.She didn’t care. She gathered their cum splatters up with her fingers,and then licked the fingers clean. One man, whose cock pointed straight up his belly, mouth fucked herand, in his excitement, had pulled out of her mouth by accident. Shewatched the head of the cock spew out his cum straight up in the airan inch or so, and then back down, and land on the head. It reminded her of a drinking fountain. She quickly put her mouth overthe spewing head, and felt the cum now bubble up in her mouth, some ofit escaping her lips, and dribbling onto her chin. As she swallowedhim, she took note that his was the most pungent cum of all of them.Sharp, and acrid tasting. She wished he had more of it.Then, her sucking done with, it was now time to fuck.The first two men were no great shakes, but she did have a few mini-orgasms. Then along came Henry. As he mounted her on the bed, a hushfell over the room. She reached down between her legs, and felt thelarge cock head with her hand. It felt humongous to her. She guided itto her pussy, which she felt was certainly wet enough, but stillfeared the penetration. Then she felt the head enter, and push in afew inches.”Oh, God, Henry, that’s big!” He grinned at her, then bent his headdown and sucked her right nipple. He paused in his suckling, and said,”Here comes a little more, Lana, so just hold real still like while Ifeed it to you. OK?” He went back to work on the nipple.She nodded, and said yes at the same time. It was now moving insideher, into her more deeply. She felt stretched and filled up at thesame time. It moved some more, going even farther into her recesses.His cock even seemed to get wider. Then more came in. Then even more.It seemed to have no end to its length. She thought a crazy thought: Foot, my ass, this is a yardstick! Moreof it entered her. And then, finally, he had bottomed out in her. Hercervix told her so. She felt stuffed with his prick, and it felt good.He held still, letting it soak in her. He looked at her. “See, baby,that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” She said, her voice quite raspy, “N-No, Henry, I guess not. But it does feel different.” He laughed. “Now, Lana, let’s see if we can’t get it to feel realgood. I want you to wrap your lovely legs around my back, and pushthem up on me as far as they’ll go. Got it?” She nodded, and obeyed.He now felt even longer to her. And in deeper, if that was evenpossible. He then started to fuck her. Slowly at first, and in a smooth rhythmicway. Then he increased the speed, pulling it halfway out and gentlyjamming it all the way home. He was now in a gentle, but purposefulcadence. She had trouble taking breaths. They were coming in smallgasps. And she thought she might pass out. But she didn’t. Henry proceeded to fuck her for all he was worth, with his old butmuscular ass driving hers into the mattress. They bounced and fucked,and fucked and bounced. His big cock was hitting buttons in her shedidn’t know she owned. And driving her to one big orgasm afteranother, each one feeling more intense to her, more unbelievable. Shewas in fuck heaven. The position she was in had totally exposed her anus, and she couldfeel his big, hairy balls smack against the hole, as if kissing it.Over and over, the big balls kissed her ass hole, and sent strangeshock waves through her body.She wanted to fuck back at him, to smash her pussy into his groin, buthis fierce and steady cadence wouldn’t let her. She settled forrunning her hands up and down his strong back, and squeezing himgently with her legs. And showering his face, neck, and shoulders withfevered wet kisses. “Oh, Henry, I love the way you fuck!”With his hands gripping her shoulders from behind, he held her inplace, and returned her kisses, matching her fevered heat with hisown. To the audience of naked men, the very hushed and staring nakedmen, the couple on the bed looked like the horniest people in theworld on their first honeymoon night. And it was obvious to all thenaked men that these two were not just fucking, they were making love.Unbridled love.”Oh, Henry! I’m cummming again!”Someone coughed, making her aware that there were still other men inthe room, but she didn’t care. She was getting the living shit fuckedout of her, and too far gone to care who was watching. Having the Popethere wouldn’t have bothered her. She was now aware that sound existed in the world, and wondered whyshe hadn’t yelled out something. A fucking this good deserved thatmuch. But she knew why she hadn’t. She was having trouble enough justbreathing. She heard herself now, gasping as if she was someone beingdeprived of oxygen. And she didn’t care.”Oh, God, Henry! I-I-I’m cumming again!”Henry was now about to cum. She felt him stiffen up, and hold realstill. Then she felt him, deep inside her, cumming his load. Then shewas amazed. She actually felt the heat of his cum. A hot ball of heat,and very deep inside her. It was miraculously hotter than her bodytemperature. She hadn’t felt this heat with Spike, or even Ken. Henrymust have hit some nerves way up in her that reacted to heat. Whatelse could it be?The thought of this, coupled with the heat, made her climax again.”Oh, Henry, Oh, you sweet loving man, you. Here I go again!”Henry was finished, but he wasn’t quite finished. He pulled out ofher, moved his hips up to her face, and told her to suck him clean. She complied, with her eyes looking dreamy like, and for the firsttime in her life, tasted pussy. It had an odd taste, but a pleasantone. Slightly pungent and sweet at the same time. There was a muskytaste to it, too, but it seemed somehow more feminine than male sperm.She liked the taste. And the delicate feminine odor. She now knew why many men loved eating pussy. And many women, too.Shit, she thought, this could be habit forming!She fucked the rest of the boys, Spike included, but none measured upto old Henry. He was in a class all by himself. Oh, she had orgasms,for sure, but none as intense, or as mind-blowing, as the ones shereceived at the hands of Henry. He had literally fucked herbreathless.For the rest of the evening, however, she hadn’t felt the heat of malecum in her again . . .* * * * * *WIGGY greeted her at the door when she rolled in at 3 a.m. “Oh, Wiggy,you poor thing, you haven’t eaten all evening. Before I do anythingelse, I’m gonna feed you, honey.” She reached down and stroked hishead, getting a few healthy meows for the effort.As she prepared his din-din, with Wiggy meowing and rubbing all overher legs, she said to him, “Wiggy, Wiggy, what a night I had! Youwouldn’t believe it. You only see me as the lady who lives inMouseville with you.” She giggled. Mouseville. “Well, Wig, old buddy, this house mouse took a trip to suckville, andthen on to fuckville. With nine stops along the way!” She giggledagain, and placed the dish before the cat. He wasted no time diggingin.Laura knew she should go to bed, but she was just too wired, with toomany images and sensations of the previous night’s events flowingthrough her mind. I did it, she thought, I actually did it! Nine men!I sucked and fucked them all. And swallowed who knows how much cum?And that Henry! What a cock! What orgasms it gave me! Holy shit! Nowonder some young women marry old men.On her way out of Spike’s apartment, he had told her it could be aonce a month happening, if she was of a mind to. And for sure, he hadtold her, the men would also want her on an individual basis. And onlyat the nicest hotels. With dinner and a show often thrown in. He also told her that he had another group of men, four men who livedupstate, a three hour drive, who would just love to have her performfor them. And they would pay her a lot extra to make the trip.Actually, $5,000 for the weekend, which was from Friday at 8 p.m. toSunday at noon.She had asked, “What would they expect from me, Spike?””Actually, less than you did tonight. We arrive Friday at 8, and theneach guy takes a full individual hour with you, until midnight. Thenyou’re free until 8 a.m. Saturday morning. Then, for the next sixteenhours, each guy gets four one-hour shots at you, if he wants it.Again, you’re free from midnight to 8 a.m. the next day, Sunday. AndSunday is like Friday night. Each guy gets his hour. I get squeezed induring your off times, but only if you want to.” He grinned at her.She grinned back at him. “Sounds doable. Any catches? Such as mecooking and cleaning my ass off?””Nope. Except, during his hour, each guy will expect you to act justlike a loving wife, complete with the I love you’s and darling’s.Play-acting, kind of.””I can do that. I’ve had some practice at it lately.”She now opened her pocketbook, and took out the money. $560. They hadtipped her! They had enjoyed her performance so much, that when Henrysaid to cough up an extra twenty each, for the little lady, not oneman had protested. They couldn’t seem to get their wallets out fastenough! If nothing else, she thought, there’s money in being a slutcunt whore. She now thought about the future: I can keep the slut outfit going fora while, but I’ll have to change into it somewhere else to avoidbumping into Ken, or anyone else for that matter. Peter’s in Europefor six months, so he wouldn’t mind if I used his place. Payment of asort for taking in his mail, and watering his sorry ass rubber plant.It’s down to six leaves. By the time Peter returns, he’ll have a poolcue in that big pot.The slut look eventually has to go. I can replace it with the high-class call girl look. Black slinky dresses, with pearls. Or diamonds.A sexy look, but very sophisticated. No mini-skirt. The hem must hitan inch above the knee. It will show off my legs without flauntingthem. Yeah. And ugh to the mesh stockings! And screw the garter belt.And that wig! My own hair will look much better, once I stop wearingit in that stupid semi-bun. I’ll have it cut and styled to where ithangs down in the back to just a few inches below my shoulders. Oh,yeah, I like that look.I’ll have to do some research to find some fantastic high-society callgirl looks. I’ll hit the fashion archives of the best magazines forthat. It’ll be fun copying what I consider to be hot, hot, but verylaid back looks. Great fun!Oooh, I can research sex, too! Learn all I can on sucking and fucking.Even anal. And maybe even anal licking, too. I’ll have to organize itall, in binders and on my PC. It’ll be like college again! Suck andfuck 101! Why not? Why shouldn’t I become the world’s greatest call girl? Oooh,I need a new name! Lana Lick doesn’t cut it. I know . . . Lana Lure!Rolls off the tongue, just like Marilyn Monroe. Lana Lure. Thegreatest slut cunt whore in the business of pleasing men. Lana Lure.The Lana Lure, the sexy and sophisticated Lana Lure. The same Lana Lure who rules the night . . .* * * * * *AN HOUR LATER, a thought hit her. She went and got the tape, the filmtape that some moron she had dated a few times had given her. The bigdodo had handed it to her on their breakup dinner. He must have knownthe split was coming, and had planned for it. As he stood up from thetable, he tossed the tape down, and said, “Here! Watch this, bitch, itmight make you less frigid!” He then left in a huff, convenientlyforgetting to pay his half of the tab.She hit Play on the VCR, and a moment later saw the name John Holmescome onto the screen. He was the star, she guessed. A moment later,her eyes almost popped out of her head. Holmes had a cock on him thatreminded her of old Henry, but it looked even longer. Just seeing itbrought in a flood of very recent memories. And made her pussy slickenup. She moved her hand down to between her legs. And rubbed.As she watched some woman sucking on it, this big monster Holmes cock,and not being able to take the whole thing, she said to the screen,”Honey, move over, and I’ll show you how it’s done!” She giggled, andfingered herself some more. Wiggy just sat on the carpet, and staredat her.A short while later, she watched Holmes’ ass as it moved up and down,with his big cock only halfway in the woman. Some porn star, shethought, you could take a lesson or two from Henry, you schnook. Buthis fucking of the woman on the small screen was turning her on. Shefingered her now sopping wet pussy some more, increased the speed, andthe pressure. She was close, and she knew it.Then John Holmes pushed Laura over the edge, by pulling his cock outof the woman, and spilling a large cum load onto her belly andbreasts. The mere sight of the cum made Laura feel as if she couldtaste it. She licked her lips, and did taste it! Way back in herthroat, and with each swallow of her saliva. Cum, she now realized, had great staying power.Just as she was cumming, Wiggy jumped up and joined her on the couch.”Ooooh, Wiggy, Wiggy, Wiggy, your slut cunt whore mistress is cumminga good one, ooh, Wig, a really good one . . . “And so to sleep. Perchance to dream?