"Search me."
"I think he used to be her lover or something, and he thought maybe he could blackmail her into giving him a little crumpet once in awhile," Trevor put in.
"Dastardly."
"Yeah, but a job's a job," Big Red said, with a philosophical air.
"Anyway, we got no use for wives that cheat on their husbands, so it served her right."
"Have another pint?"
"Might's well," said Big Red.
Well, things are falling into place, thought Blackburn. He had bought them each half a dozen pints, while nursing two of his own. After awhile, he asked, "have you given the pictures to Kuuns yet?"
"Who's Kuuns?" Trevor slurred, drunkenly.
"Naw, not yet," said Big Red, who could hold his drink better. "Got to see him tonight."
"Well, I must be off now. Let me buy you both a drink before I go?"
"Why not?"
Blackburn ordered two more pints and then, just to make sure, told the barman to keep another two in the keg for them. That, he figured, should hole them for a while. He said goodbye and wandered out. Once he was in the street, he began to hurry, he walked down the mews, heading for Trevor Smith's apartment, with burglary in mind.
He hadn't reckoned on Janie the lodger, however...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The house in which Trevor and Susan lived was a huge, sprawling sort of brownstone, originally a one family dwelling but long since cut up into a series of large flats. The front door was open and Blackburn entered and went down the gloomy corridor, looking at the numbers on the doors. A flight of rickety stairs led down to the lower story which was below the street level but on the same elevation as the mews at the back, just down from the pub. It was on this level, not quite a basement, that Blackburn found the entrance to Smith's place amidst the dustbins where half a dozen rather mangy alley cats were holding court.
He knocked softly.
There was no reply. He took out his card case and selected a plastic credit card and set to work on the lock, just as he'd seen it done in the cinema. But, apparently, these things weren't as easy as they appeared to the film makers. The card fit all right, but he couldn't seem to make it work. Cursing angrily, he stepped back, looking around for a window or some other form of access.
Then the door opened.
"Why, hello," said the girl.
It could, Blackburn knew, be no one else but Janie the lodger.
Several things made him sure of this, not the least of which was that she was stark naked.
"Good morning," he said, politely, looking at her tits. Unabashed by nudity, she smiled, leaning against the door. She was a tall girl with long brown hair and a long face, well sun tanned and sprinkled with freckles. Her breasts were large and firm, with big, dark nipples; her waist small, her hips womanly. Her pubic mound was exceptionally luxuriant, a great triangle of dark, thick hair which stretched almost to her hipbones at the corners and nearly reached her flat little belly button at the top.
Blackburn gazed at this pubic forest with an agronomist's admiration for such healthy growth, wondering if she had a green thumb, or if the innumerable seed loads which had been sowed in her crotch had some fertilizing effect.
"Why are you gaping at my cunt?" she asked, pleasantly enough.
"Sorry. I was admiring it."
"It is rather nice, isn't it?"
"Er... Trevor asked me to come around and pick up some photographs he needs."
"Well, come on in, then."
Blackburn entered, his arm brushing her nipple as he passed. She closed the door behind him.
"Where does he keep his pictures?"
"Oh, he has a workroom at the back. Just past my bedroom. He put it there so he could nip in and screw me while his wife thought he was working."
"Quite understandable."
"She found out abut us, though," Janie said, sadly. "Caught him on the job. He was giving me plenty of tongue, you know, and who should walk in without even an invitation but his wife. Boy, was she mad. I can't see why. I mean, hell, everyone in Earl's Court fucks me, so why shouldn't Trevor get some of it? Oh well, who can understand women, huh? maybe she was even madder because I'm what they call easy virtued."
"Down this way?"
"I'll show you."
Janie led the way down the corridor, past several closed doors. Her tight ass swayed provocatively and her hips seemed to act like a pendulum, arching back and forth more than seemed necessary for propulsion. She stopped at a door at the far end of the hall.
Blackburn moved past, his arm once again brushing against her breasts, and tried the door.
"It's locked," he said.
"Yeah. That's because he has plenty of dirty photographs in there. Took some of me the other day.
Fucking myself with a banana. Turned out kind of funny."
"I can well imagine. But he really needs those pictures right away. I suppose I'd better break the door down."
"I have a key."...
"Really."
"Yeah. That's so I can sneak in and get a quickly off him when he's really working. His wife doesn't have a key, you know. It's really strange, getting fucked in a dark room, with those funny red lights."
"How about getting the key, then?"
"How about you? You ever fucked in a dark room?"
"Can't say I have."
"Ought to try it."
"Well..."
"Come to think of it, you've never fucked me, have you? Not even in bed, let alone a dark room. I'm sure you've never fucked me at all, because I always well, almost always remember the guys who've screwed me. Unless they weren't very good at it, then I forget sometimes, which is a real drag 'cause then I let them try again, not remembering how bad they were, and it's a waste of time and pussy. You know how it is. But how come you've never been around to have me?"
"I didn't know you were here."
'That's funny. Everyone know I'm here. Trevor was saying, just the other day, he said, 'Janie, you must fuck three hundred and sixty six men in a leap year.' I thought that was pretty funny."
"It certainly is."
"Well, I'll get the key. It's in my bedroom. You might as well stop for a quickie, while you're here."
"I'm in rather a hurry. Trevor needs the photographs right away. I could come back, later..."
She shrugged, pouting, and moved off. Blackburn followed her down to her room, a single room with a bed and not much else. She opened a drawer and took out a key, started to give it to him, then grinned. She flopped down on the bed, clutching the key.
"You got to take it," she said.
Blackburn sighed. He advanced.
Janie, giggling, reached between her legs and pushed the key right up her snatch. It disappeared with a slurping sound. Her pink labia snapped closed like the lid of a velvet lined box, well locked, but with the key inside.
Blackburn hesitated.
"The only way you'll get it now," she said, "is to make my pussy open up, and there's only one way to make that happen. Well, two or three ways, maybe..."
Blackburn saw clearly that there was no other way to get the photos.
He sat at the foot of the bed. Janie opened her legs wide, giving him full access to her snatch, but that talented box was firmly closed. Blackburn, although no master locksmith, as his efforts with the credit card showed, was experienced in the ways of pussies. He began stroking her gash with light fingertip motions. Slowly but surely, the labia began to flutter and part. Tentatively, he pushed his middle finger up the hole.
Her cunt clamped on his finger.
He could just feel the warming metal of the key, but couldn't quite get his finger around it to hook or draw it from the warm, moist carnal cabinet.
Ah, well, he thought, with a sigh. Duty was duty and he was obligated to do whatever he could to help Marla out of her predicament and, truth be told, his cock had started to harden as he fondled that hairy bush.
"The lock is sticking," he said. "It woul
d appear to need lubrication."
"Damn right," said Janie.
Blackburn leaned down and gave her quim an upward stroke of his tongue.
"Oooooh," she purred.
She shifted with delight and her thighs rippled. Blackburn lapped at her slot and then began sucking steadily on her emerging love bud. Her cunt, unable to resist this coaxing, parted, the labia opening like the petals of a flower while his tongue like a fleshy bumblebee, fluttered in to gather the rich nectar. He opened her snatch wide with both hands and sucked and licked greedily at the gaping, honey-coated hole. She was open enough now to reach up and retrieve the key, but Blackburn was irresolute of purpose. Although his intentions had been good, he found himself growing more and more interested in the means, rather than the end. And it was surely a case of the means justifying the end, wasn't it? He rationalized, thinking that he had better make sure she was properly aroused so that she wouldn't be able to foil him by clamping shut again, and he continued to eat her streaming box with relish, gobbling at the fleshy cup hungrily.
Janie stretched luxuriously, grinding her thick muff in his face. Then, reaching down, she expertly flipped his trousers open and dipping her hand into his eggplant coloured underwear, hauled his hardening cock out.
She squealed with pleasure as she saw, and felt, the size of his tool.
Her hand pumped up and down, drawing the foreskin back and revealing the shining, purple knob. She thumbed the sensitive area just under the glans and his dick began to thunder and smoke.
"Never mind the damn key," she gurgled. "You can open any door with this crowbar."
Blackburn gave her pussy a final long tongue fucking and crawled up her body. She placed his cock against her crotch and jiggled the head about, using it like a ladle to stir her carnal bowl to a thick froth. Then her hand slid down to the root and she used the rod like a lever, wedging her cunt wide open.
"Give it to me," she rasped.
Blackburn braced his knees and drove his mighty bolt all the way up her quim. The knob slithered over the key and bumped against the neck of her womb. With this carnal key turning within her lock, Janie went wild with passion. Her long legs wrapped around his flanks and her heels drummed against his ass; her nails tore at his shoulders and she sank her teeth into his neck. The bed sagged and groaned beneath their efforts, tilting from side to side as Blackburn, inspired by her wanted lust, reacted with equal energy of his own. He hammered the dong to her resolutely, mercilessly, his balls banging against her ass and his hipbone rattling against her thighs.
Janie wanted no mercy.
"Fuck!" she cried "Fuck harder! Fuck faster!"
Blackburn was already fucking as fast and as hard as he could. He felt like a baker, shoving a fat loaf into a blazing oven; felt the loaf begin to cook, turning crusty. Some mysterious internal maw seemed to mouth the head of his prick, some magic hand within her loins pumped away on his talk.
The bed collapsed.
Blackburn missed a stroke, fumbling, angled head first towards the floor.
"Never mind," she panted. "It always does that."
He regained the rhythm, fucking at an angle now, driving her down against the floor with the powerful hammer strokes of his hips and ass.
"I'm gonna blow!" Janie squealed.
She went into spasms as her orgasm began.
Then Blackburn, hammering downwards, felt his cock begin to overflow, dribbling at first and then spilling jolts of cum into her upturned cunt as her loins wrung and squeezed and pulled the cream from him.
Janie, satiated, slid off the wrecked bed.
Looking up from the floor, her cunt streaming and overflowing, she said, "That was the best fuck I've had all morning."
"All morning?" Blackburn croaked.
And, "Ah ha!" said Big Red, standing in the doorway...
CHAPTER TWELVE
Big Red stomped into the room He was wearing engineer boots, Blackburn noticed, with a sudden and terrible image of steel capped toes applied lustily to skin clad ribs. Big Red looked even bigger, in the restricting confines of the bedroom, than he had in the pub. And, because he was half-naked, Blackburn felt smaller and far more defenceless. His scrotum the bag sucking right up into his torso, and his cock began to telescope inwards. He looked up from the bed, trying hard to smile innocently, as Big Red glowered down upon him, rather like a mountainside ready to descend in avalanche.
"Fancy meeting you here," Blackburn said.
Trevor followed Big Red into the room.
"My God," he croaked. "You not only steal my wife, you steal my mistress, too!"
"A simple misunderstanding, I assure you..."
"My mistress, too, what's worse," snorted Big Red, little pig eyes glaring. He was flushed with rage; steam seemed to come from his flaring nostrils.
"I'm the only girl in Earl's Court who is unselective enough to screw a fellow as ugly as Big Red," Janie proudly explained.
"Now you got to be whacked," Big Red said.
He unbuttoned his cuff and began rolling up his sleeve, showing an arm of formidable proportion.
"Give him a whack for me, too," Trevor said. "Two whacks, in fact. One for Susan and one for Janie."
"Oh, don't be so silly," Janie said. "He hasn't done anything wrong. How silly men are. Why would you want to waste time fighting when you could all be fucking me, instead?" She pulled herself up from the floor, on to the capsized bed, shaking her head as she marveled at the stupidity of male jealousy. "The way you men behave is enough to make a girl turn queer."
"Not that!" Trevor cried. "If there's anything I hate, it's a dyke. I was just telling Susan, the other day, that was the one thing I couldn't stand."
Blackburn pursed his lips, seeing a possible bit of blackmail on his own side.
"Well, then, act grown up," Janie challenged.
"Huh?" snorted Big Red.
"Get your gear off," she explained.
Big Red considered that. He grunted and snorted a bit, his little pig eyes shifting back and forth between Janie and Blackburn, while his bicep and his dick took turns flexing.
"Well, maybe I'll give you a poke, first," he said. "But after that, I got to give this bloke a whack."
"Three whacks," said Trevor.
"You better get your clothes off, too," Janie told Trevor. "There's no way I'm going to miss out on a chance to get screwed by three chaps at once."
"But I don't want to share you!" Trevor squealed. Janie shrugged indifferently.
"Suit yourself," she said. "Big Red and this bloke can do me, then, if you don't want to. You can just stand there and watch."
"That's worse than sharing," Trevor croaked. "Damn right," she agreed.
Trevor began to disrobe. He knew that he had an advantage that way. Big Red might be brawny and massive, but Trevor had it all over him in dimension of dick. He eyed Blackburn's crotch with concern, but that meaty sword had, through fear, shrank to a mere nubbin, and Trevor breathed a sigh of relief. In matters concerning size of dick, he felt himself supreme. He stripped quickly. His torso was, as had been noted many times, scrawny, but his member was a magnificent slab of meat, long and thick and shapely. It was one of those organs which tapered all the way down, so that it was wider at the root than at the head, which was a valuable asset in a dork of such magnitude. If he found a woman whose quim was too tight to contain him, he was able, at least, to get the first few inches up her before he became stuck tight and, with that leverage, he was generally able to pry and wedge at the tight twat until it opened more. It was a marvelous tool for gradually breaking in virgins, he thought, although he wasn't sure because there were no virgins in Earl's Court. Naked, he thrust his hips out and, without touching it, let his prick rise of its own accord. It came up like a derrick before his lean loins. The foreskin drew back and the triangular, sharply pointed tip flared out. He smiled proudly and Janie eyed him with satisfaction.
Big Red clumsily removed his clothing. His hands were too big and blunt for
such tasks and buttons popped away and rolled across the floor, but, by perseverance, he managed to get his clothing off. His torso was a broad oblong of fat and muscle, his legs like tree trunks and his shoulders massive, but his dork was nothing to write home about. It stuck out like a thorn from the ginger coloured triangle of his pubic thicket, not much bigger than a pencil, but equipped with an angry red knob that pulsed and throbbed like the head of a striking cobra.
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