by Noel Amos
Now Joanna was stripping Billy of his clothes, pulling at his shirt buttons and tugging at his belt, all the while maintaining her grasp on his erect cock. Nicole, too, was varying the action. Already recovered from her ecstasy and eager for more, she had wrestled Brick to the floor, swivelling her body so they lay head to toe, and slotted her pouting lips over the head of his cock.
It was obvious to Billy, as he too was laid on the floor and his penis engulfed in the hot mouth of Joanna Knickerbocker, that mother and daughter were in competition. For the moment, however, mother was allowing her offspring to make all the running.
But with the tight ring of Joanna's mouth squeezing the head of his tool Billy was happy not to dwell on female rivalries. It was time to take action himself, to explore beneath the thin shift that covered Joanna's trim thighs now arched invitingly over his head. He slid a hand up her flank, revelling in the feel of smooth, expansive flesh. To his surprise his fingers encountered soft pussy hairs and plump buttock flesh unencumbered by any sort of undergarment. There was nothing at all but bare skin beneath her dress - the randy mother must have removed her panties back at Candy's in anticipation of this moment.
Billy eagerly pushed Joanna's dress up to her waist to expose a lightly furred and thick-lipped pussy just begging to be tickled and licked and sucked. He applied his lips gently to her honeyed slot blowing warm breaths through her short pubic curls, making her jump and squirm in pleasure. Then he began to lick her slowly, lightly, from the base of her furrow up to the top of her crack, stopping just short of her clit to travel back down again.
Joanna went wild. She thrust her pelvis down onto Billy's face, capturing his head in the fork of her thighs, squealing with pleasure as he relented and took her prominent clit between his lips. There followed loud agitation and crisis. Billy could see nothing, imprisoned as he was in musky female flesh, but he could hear the keening of women's voices raised in orgasm. Mother and daughter, united in sex at any rate, were coming off together.
Brick and Billy, it seemed, were merely puppets, turned this way and that purely for the women's pleasure. Now they lay flat on the carpet, with Joanna and Nicky riding them side by side, each squatting on a penis, posting up and down, their faces rigid with concentration. It occurred to Billy that mother and daughter were a bit like a formation dance team, mirroring each other's movements with well-oiled precision. He wondered, in that case, how they practised their act...
But there was no time now for idle conjecture. The pressure in his well-exercised cock was mounting. It seemed unbelievable that he could come yet again after events at Candy's but there was no denying the rush of oncoming ecstasy building in his loins.
It was the sight of Nicky in orgasm that did it: her wild hair writhing, her ginger bush flowering from her black loins but above all the vision of her enormous breasts swinging and swaying in her excitement. They bounced up and down on her chest in such a riot of rolling nubile flesh that his spunk shot up his cock into Joanna like water out of a geyser.
But Joanna was not finished. She allowed Billy to fountain his pleasure into her and her daughter to flop forward onto Brick in post-orgasmic shock and then she went into action. In one movement she had pushed Nicky off Brick and was poised over him herself. Her well-juiced cunt was leaking sperm as she gripped the rock star's ever-rigid pole and thrust it deep within her, a smile of triumph on her face.
'Mummy,' wailed Nicole as she viewed events with dismay, 'I hadn't finished.'
'Hard luck, darling,' replied Joanna, settling into a steady rumba on Brick's stomach. 'I'm sure Billy will take care of you - won't you, Billy?'
Billy was too enfeebled to utter a protest as Nicole leaned over him and offered a swollen pink nipple to his lips. Then he heard the sound of Brick's voice.
'Hey, Billy, I think you need some of my nose drops.'
Chapter 51
'Cor, he's got a big one!' shrieked Amanda in surprise. 'It's a fucking monster!'
'Ssh, he's asleep,' whispered Betsy.
Arnold was stretched out on his back on Betsy's bed, stark naked. His phenomenal penis, the object of Amanda's admiration, lay at rest along his thigh like a slumbering serpent.
'Blimey, Betsy,' hissed Amanda, 'you didn't tell me it was this big.'
'Chickening out?'
'No fear! I'd even pay to have a go at one like that.'
'Knock it off, Mandy. That's heresy, especially in a whore's bedroom. Besides, Arnold's going to pay you good money so you can stuff that sucker inside you. Think you can manage it?'
Amanda was standing by the side of the bed, gazing intently at the penis in question. 'I'll give it a good try,' she said. 'May I touch it?'
'Be my guest,' replied Betsy unnecessarily, for Amanda's hand was already gently stroking the length of Arnold's reclining tower, from base to tip and back again. Betsy watched intently as the girl grew bolder, fondling the great balls as they lolled between his thighs, then curling round the stem and trying an experimental up-and-down jerk. The big cock soon began to respond to these ministrations of its own accord and she squealed out loud with pleasure as it lengthened in her hand.
Arnold's eyelids flicked open, then blinked rapidly at the sight of a half-naked stranger fingering his genitals. 'Hi, honey,' said Betsy, 'meet Amanda, she's on probation.'
'What?'
'I'm thinking of taking on an associate but first she's got to pass a test. You.'
Arnold sat bolt upright, a look of alarm on his face. 'You're not serious, Betsy?'
'Damn right I am. She wants to be a professional whore and I need someone to take over my regulars if I'm going off with you for the next few days. It makes sense, huh?'
Amanda looked backwards and forwards between the two of them during this interchange. Somehow her hand was still on Arnold's cock.
'But—'
'Come off it, Arnie,' continued Betsy. 'What are you complaining about? Isn't this girl adorable? Look at those great legs and her pretty pussy - I bet you can't wait to get in there. Anyway, you're stiff as a poker.'
It was true. Arnold's great member thrust up from his belly like a billy club, the whiteness of the shaft contrasting with the deep pink of the now-exposed helmet. Amanda was at work on it with both hands.
Arnold looked at her and she grinned back at him. She really was remarkably pretty and she did have a stunning body.
'Well...' he said, his resolve slackening as his cock stiffened, 'provided Amanda doesn't mind.'
'Why should she? She's going to have the ride of a lifetime and you're paying. Where's your wallet?'
'Hey, Betsy—'
But Arnold had no choice in the matter, or rather, his willpower had evaporated as Amanda shrugged off her diaphanous slip and snuggled into his arms on the bed.
Meanwhile Betsy extricated a bundle of notes from the pocket of his trousers and placed them on the mantelpiece. 'Mandy, that's your fee. Now I want to see you earn it.'
'Betsy Toast, you're the bossiest cow I've ever met,' muttered Arnold.
'I bet you love it, though,' chipped in Amanda. 'I can tell. Here, how would you like to suck my nips?'
Arnold got his money's worth. Young Amanda was an enthusiastic fucker with elastic limbs and a dirty mind. Being on trial, she had not held anything back - she had sucked and tongued Arnold's dick, nipple-kissed his entire body by snaking her boobs lightly all over him, milked his penis with her breasts, ridden up and down on his huge cock with only minimal difficulty and had allowed him to plough her heartily in the good old missionary position. Given Arnold's physique this last activity could be construed as danger work but Amanda was well primed for action at that state and, to Betsy's surprise, had urged him on.
Though aware she wasn't supposed to come Amanda had done so three times and had had the nerve to claim that she was faking it. Betsy laughed and smacked her heartily on the rump which perked up Arnold's interest once more until he realised he couldn't afford any more of Mandy's favours.
; 'You can have me,' explained Betsy, 'provided I want you. But you can't have her unless you pay her.'
'So, are you going away?' asked Amanda. 'What do you want me to do?'
'Arnold's doing the catering for a charity concert in the country and I'm going for kicks. While I'm gone I'd like you to visit a couple of guys for me. They're dead easy; they probably won't even touch you. Wear your suspenders and buy some high heels and they'll let you walk all over them. They pay extra for that.'
'Great!'
'Half of what they give you is for me and I know just how much that is. OK? Will you do it?'
'Sure. This is terrific, I can hardly believe it. I get sent up here on some silly errand and I get a job! Just as well that Billy Dazzle wasn't there after all.'
Arnold, who had been listening sleepily, said, 'Are you looking for Billy? He's off with Brick Tempo at the moment. I saw them this morning.'
Mandy's jaw dropped. 'Cor, you saw Brick Tempo?'
'Yes. He's at this concert we're going to, Billy's taking him down there tomorrow.'
'Blimey!' Amanda was impressed. However, wheels were also turning in her brain. 'Where's this concert taking place?'
'At Bedside Manor. In East Sussex.'
Amanda grinned. Uncle Danny would be pleased.
Chapter 52
'You know, Billy,' said Brick as they leaned side by side on the balcony watching the Knickerbockers climb into a black cab in the street below, 'I think I need more pussy.'
'How could you?' responded Billy. 'You've already fucked half of London society this afternoon.'
'You forget I've been released from the chains of enforced celibacy after five years. And it's all thanks to you.'
'Thanks to Arnold, you mean. I'd be cautious with his funny drops if I were you. Too many doses might finish your love life forever.'
'Who cares? I never thought this day would come along. That's why I want to make it last. And I want to show my appreciation to you, my boy. I've got a little hunch.'
Curious, Billy followed Brick inside and watched him pick up the phone.
'Hi, Imogen - how ya doing?'
Politenesses were exchanged. Brick waxed fulsome about everything, meeting Candy, the lunch party and, in particular, Billy's contribution to his contentment. 'There's one more thing I need, Imogen. It may sound strange but I wonder if you could spare the services of that fine young lady who does all your bossing around.'
Billy was taken aback. What was Brick up to?
'Yes, Katie Crisp, she's the girl. Would she mind stepping up here to keep us company for a spell? Tell her I'm writing a new tune called "Little Miss Fixit" and she's the gal who's gonna fire me up.'
Brick placed his hand over the mouthpiece and grinned at Billy. 'She's asking her now.'
'Brick, you're crazy. That bitch will never play ball.'
'Don't worry, I'll get her up here. She's my present to you. You've got the hots for her, right?'
That was true enough, if he cared to admit it, even if his interest was fuelled by the desire to even a few scores.
Brick was talking to Imogen again. 'She's not available? Now listen, Imogen, I suggest she makes herself available because if I don't get to finish my song I might not be able to perform tomorrow night. I'm like that. Once the goddess of creation lays her hand on my shoulder then she won't let me do a damn thing else.'
'You corny bastard,' muttered Billy.
Imogen was back on the line. Brick listened and smiled at Billy. 'She'll be up in ten minutes? That's terrific. I know her presence is really gonna inspire me...'
Ten minutes stretched into twenty before Katie appeared. Her face was dark with thunder and her mouth set in a mean slit as she marched in without a word and stood, bristling, in front of Brick.
'Why, Miss Chris,' exclaimed the singer, 'I'm delighted you could join us.'
'It's Ms Crisp, Mr Tempo, and I must make it plain that I am here under sufferance.'
'Then we'll just have to try to ease your pain a little. Allow me to pour you a drink. I can recommend the Thorny Cactus whisky.'
'Anything, Mr Tempo, to make this ordeal less tedious.'
'And, Billy, would you mind passing me my guitar?'
'Does that worm have to remain here?' said Katie, regarding Billy poisonously.
'Now, Katie, Billy is crucial to my muse - just like you. In fact I want you two to act out a little scenario for me.'
'What!'
'Billy's going to be your boss and sit at that desk there. And you, Katie—'
'I won't do it!'
Brick picked up the phone. 'What's Imogen's number?' he asked Billy.
'OK, I'll do it. But I want you to know that I am a highly qualified legal adviser and not somebody's secretary.'
'Katie, that's understood. Now would you mind sitting on top of the desk just in front of Billy and sort of cross and uncross those fine legs of yours. And would you mind slipping your skirt off first? See, I'm getting inspired already!'
To Billy's astonishment, Katie had gone along with it, removing her clothing piece by piece till now she was down to a half-slip, cream suspenders, stockings and matching panties embroidered with pink roses. Her bulging pubis clearly revealed the dark shadow of her abundant pussy hair beneath the semi-transparent material.
She had posed in accordance with Brick's instructions, cursing and fuming as she did so, while he idly strummed his guitar, making up lyrics in her honour. All the same her hands had not been slow to unzip and unbutton and her sturdy but graceful limbs had been tantalisingly revealed to the obvious excitement of both men.
Katie now perched on top of the desk, her legs splayed apart and thrusting her pantied pudendum into prominence. Billy couldn't help observing that the material was damp with her juices.
'This really turns you on, doesn't it, Katie?' he said. She didn't respond but turned her face disdainfully away from him. The skin of her shoulders and above the scalloped bosom of her slip was flushed and the distinctive perfume of her pussy - which Billy had cause to remember well - was thick in the air. Much as she may dislike the idea, the woman was on heat.
Brick had now put down his guitar and there was silence in the room.
'Well,' said Katie fiercely, 'can I go now?'
'Oh no, Ms Crisp,' said Brick, 'I've finished tinkering with the tune but now I'm looking for ideas for the video. Have you ever done any improvising? I'd like you to do whatever feels good, you know, just go with the flow.'
'I don't know what you're talking about,' she replied, however she was already tugging at the hem of her slip and lifting it over her head. She was now naked to the waist and her small but sweetly curving breasts shivered deliciously in their freedom.
'You're both disgusting! Foul!' But she was tweaking her long pink nipples with one hand, going back and forward from left to right in an unconscious fever, pulling on them hard till they stretched into long stiff peaks quite out of proportion to her diminutive tits.
'Why don't you show us your pussy?' suggested Brick softly and no sooner had he said so than her other hand was between her spread thighs, pulling the panty material to one side to reveal the thick mop of black hair. Both hands were in her crotch now, delving for her slit and spreading her swollen labia to reveal her pink wet quim.
'I suppose you'd like me to kiss it,' said Billy, 'like last time.'
'Yes!' she hissed, her fingers shamelessly at work in her crack. 'Yes, you revolting degenerate bastard, I want your mouth between my legs!'
'Well, hard luck, Katie. This time it's my turn and first you're going to have to suck my cock.'
Katie sucked more than Billy's cock, she devoured him with her mouth, kissing him all over, from his toes to his nipples, before thrusting his bursting tumescence between her lips. She clasped him to her fast, her hands beneath his buttocks, fingers dipping into his arse-crack to tickle his anus and finally push a finger deep inside him as he spurted his lust deep down her throat. The disapproving Ms Katie Crisp was a
red-hot fellatrix at heart.
After that it was something of a free-for-all, with Katie on fire and eager for any games of lust though the only words she uttered were curses and insults. Stripped to just her suspenders and stockings she had turned into antithesis of her severe everyday persona. But then Billy had already been on the business end of those strong bulging thighs and the insatiable pussy mouth between. And, remembering the circumstances of his humiliation in the gym, he wanted even more from her. Though she was giving freely of her body, he desired the submission of her spirit.
He leaned back against the desk, his bum on the edge, his feet braced apart, his Arnold-inspired penis a raw and flaming sword curving up from his loins.
'Come here, Katie,' he commanded.
She came. 'What is it, you rat?'
He curled an arm round her waist and pulled her towards him so her belly rested against his, the barrel of his cock in the notch of her cunt.
'Put it in,' he said and she did so obediently, standing on tiptoe to slide the fat head of his member into her slot and screwing down onto it with a lascivious swivel of her pelvis.
Billy reached down to grasp her behind both knees and lifted her legs off the floor. She shrieked and flung her arms round his neck.
'You'll drop me!' she protested.
'I won't if you hook your legs round my waist. Besides, Brick is going to help.'
Brick approached wearing nothing but a smile, his big truncheon swinging before him. He wasn't sure exactly what Billy had in mind but the sight of Katie's large firm posterior thrust obscenely outwards in his direction was giving him a few clues.
'Have you ever had two men at once, Katie?' asked Billy.
'Put me down at once, you pervert!'
Billy's hands were on her broad creamy arse cheeks and now he spread them wide, offering to Brick the dark hairy furrow between. The small brown pucker of her bum-hole winked up at the singer invitingly and he stepped forward eagerly.