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CHAPTER SIX

Doug was naked, sitting on the bed in his hotel room, turning the pages of one of the sex newspapers he'd bought the day before. He was tying to decide how to spend the next few days of his vacation. Already he'd gone through half of the newspapers, alternately achieving a hard-on and losing it, depending on what he was reading or which photos he was looking at. Concentrating his attention on the personal, classified ads, usually found at the back of the papers, he found himself growing depressed at the increasingly unlikely possibility of using the ads as a way of finding himself some horny women to fuck.

Not that there weren't many such women listed: the newspapers were crammed full of them, more than he could possibly use. Unfortunately, two of the journals came from California, and even though many of their ads included the full name, address and telephone number of these willing chicks, their hot eager snatches were three thousand miles away from his throbbing hard-on.

The other papers, which contained local listings, usually didn't include telephone numbers or addresses. Instead, there usually was a newspaper code number to which you had to send a letter, then wait for it to be answered. Even if he sent off a few letters that very morning, he doubted whether he'd receive a reply before his vacation was over.

Still, Doug read on, with a vague hope flickering at the back of his thoughts, turning the pages, his ever moving eyes skimming the ads. Sometimes, when he'd find one, either with an explicit, candid photo, or with a blunt, graphic message, his cock would restiffen with desire. When that happened, he would stroke himself slowly, his passion building by degrees, wondering if he should just masturbate to relieve his mounting tension, or if he should throw all the papers away and give it up as an unproductive idea.

He didn't, though. He continued to read the ads, pumping his dick, until his patience was finally rewarded. Reading the ad carefully, to make sure there was no mistake, his cock began to swell and grow hot under his fingers.

Groovy, attractive NY couple, slim, in late 20's. Seeking well built, well hung young studs for threesomes. Single females and select couples also acceptable. Well endowed blacks especially welcome. Please reply to W. Holbrook, PO Box 1432, Foyer St. Sta., NYC 10010.

The one thing which made Doug quiver with anticipation, which made this ad different from all the others was the name: W. Holbrook. Not just a Post Office Box to write to, but a Post Office Box with a person's name on it. And a name could be traced and tracked down. True, it wasn't as good as an address, or a telephone number, but if W. Holbrook had a telephone, which seemed probable from the eager tone of the ad, he might yet be found.

For an instant, a brief fantasy, flashed through Doug's thoughts, as he anticipated locating the couple in the ad. In it, they greeted him eagerly, passionately, accepting him into their home and bed that very afternoon. She was blonde and gorgeous, with an, incredible build, and an indescribably delicious mouth as she eagerly deep-throated his cock. He fucked her in the ass, while her husband fucked her mouth, and all three of them came simultaneously, his sperm pulsing hotly up her rectum.

Dangerously close to coming, Doug released his throbbing cock, forcibly pushing the vivid image out of his conscious thoughts. He was breathing deeply, and his naked flesh was just beginning to glisten with perspiration. In his chest he could feel his heart pounding strongly, his stomach tight, his body tingling with expectation. Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, he sat up, swinging his trembling legs over the side of the bed. The naked floor was cold, sending shivers up through his feet.

Okay, he thought, now to find them. First place to look: the telephone. Call information and see if they have a listing for a W. Holbrook.

His hand was trembling as he picked up the receiver of the telephone. Holding it to his ear, he dialed 9, to get an outside line, and then he dialed New York City directory, assistance. It rang thirteen times before an operator answered.

"I'd like a listing for a W. Holbrook, please." He spelled the name for the operator. "Yes, that's in Manhattan. A residence, yes."

The operator put him on hold. "I'm sorry, Sir, I have no listing for W. Holbrook in Manhattan. Do you have an address?"

A stab of disappointment made him wince. "No, I don't. Are you certain? Could you check again?"

"One moment, please." This time she did not put him on hold, and he could hear her flipping the pages of her directory. "I'm sorry, Sir. I show no listing for that name."

Doug pressed her further. "Well, is there anyone with a first name that begins with a W.? Either male or female?"

"No, Sir, I'm sorry."

"You're certain?"

"Would you like me to connect you with my supervisor?"

"No, that won't be necessary."

Doug hung up the receiver, and, sat a moment or two in thought. One hand still held onto the telephone.

Either they don't have a telephone, W. Holbrook isn't their real name, or they don't live in Manhattan, even though they have a Manhattan Post Office Box, he thought, trying to reason the problem out. He sat, tapping his thumbnail against his teeth, as he often did when he was preoccupied. There was one other possibility: an unlisted number.

He picked up the telephone again, dialed 9, dialed directory assistance again. To get the kind of information he was looking for, he knew he couldn't go about it in an orthodox fashion. He would have to assume a role.

"Directory assistance, operator 733."

"Operator, I'd like a listing for W. Holbrook, in Manhattan," he said, going on the outside possibility the first operator had been inefficient, and had missed the number. It wouldn't have been the first time. Unfortunately, this operator came back with the same information. He made her check again, as he had the first, and when the answer still was no, Doug put his plan into action. "Operator, it's very urgent that I get in touch with these people. I'd appreciate your assistance."

"I'm sorry, Sir. There's nothing I can do." Her voice whined nasally, professionally. "Unless, of course, you can give me an address to look up."

"The only address we have on their contract," Doug said, playing his role, letting the word slip out naturally, "is a Post Office Box in Manhattan."

"Have you tried writing them?"

Doug sighed with false exasperation. "At least five or six times. And we tried billing them. But still no response. I guess we'll just have to turn this over to our attorney's for collection." He paused, purposely. "Unless… there is one other possibility."

"Sir?"

"They still might have a telephone, but it might be unlisted."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I couldn't give you that information."

"Oh no," Doug quickly assured her, "I'm not asking for their telephone number or their address. All I'm asking you to do is check your listings and tell me if there is any W. Holbrook listed for Manhattan. If they have a number, even if it's unlisted, I'd at least know they were still in New York."

"I'm sorry, Sir, I don't think I could…"

"You wouldn't be giving me any information, operator," he urged, trying to charm her with the sexy resonance of his voice. "All you'll be doing is telling me if they have a telephone, or if they do not."

Her voice faltered. "That's highly irregular, Sir. I could lose…"

"You'd be helping them, Miss. You'd be saving them a great deal of money and the embarrassment of a court case. They'd thank you for it, I'm sure."

She exhaled. "All right. One moment, please." She put him on hold. A minute went by. "I checked, Sir, and our records show no listing for that name."

Doug sighed. "Thank you, operator. You've been a big help." He hung up.

After that, systematically, he called all five of New York City's boroughs, and came up with two W. Holbrooks. One was in Brooklyn, the other in the Bronx. He called the Brooklyn one first, and was cursed at and hung up on by an outraged husband. There was no answer from the Bronx.

Even that didn't deter him. If it was at all possible, Doug was going to locate W. Holbrook – if it took all day. He was determined to find them. It had become a challenge to him, a kind of game he was trying to win. He felt like a kid, playing detective, and he tried to think in those terms. What would Sherlock Holmes do if he were trying to find the elusive Mr. Holbrook?

On the outside chance that W. Holbrook lived on Long Island and worked in New York, Doug also called Nassau and Suffolk information. He found two more W. Holbrooks, both of whom were home, and both of whom were the wrong W. Holbrook. He hung up in mounting frustration.

What now? He thought, clicking his teeth with his thumbnail.

He opened the drawer of the night stand on which the telephone sat, looking for a Manhattan Telephone Directory. It wasn't there. Naked, he walked around the hotel room, opening and closing drawers, looking for the directory. He'd seen it somewhere yesterday, when unpacking. It was in the middle section of the long dresser, bottom drawer.

Lifting it out, and dropping it on the dresser top, Doug pushed the drawer closed with his foot. Flipping through the tissue thin pages, he kept on turning until he came to the listings for the letter H.. After that, it was a matter of seconds before he found the Holbrook page.

There were about twenty-five names listed, none of whom were W. Holbrook. Doug ripped out the entire page, and brought it back over to the telephone. Beginning with the first name on the list, Abadeen Holbrook, he dialed the telephone. When a woman answered, he asked her about her ad. She said she didn't know what he was talking about. He apologized, hung up, and dialed the next number.

By the time he was down to H. W. Holbrook, his enthusiasm was waning. It was beginning to look like a really dumb idea, and the calls were probably costing him a fortune. Still, he couldn't stop in the middle of the list, for there was always the possibility that the next call he made would be the right one.

J. Holbrook was the next name on the list. The address was somewhere on the Eastside, in the low Sixties, a five minute cab ride from his hotel room. It was nowhere near to the Madison Square Post Office, where W. Holbrook had his Post Office Box. Without much zeal, Doug dialed the number.

A woman answered.

"Mrs. Holbrook?"

"Yes."

"I was wondering if you could help me with something. I'm trying to locate a W. Holbrook. Do you think you…"

"Walt? You're looking for Walt?" She sounded concerned.

Doug's stomach clenched tightly. "I might be."

"What is this about?" she demanded.

"I was calling about an ad placed in…" – he flipped open the newspaper – "… Rauch! Rauch! is a magazine devoted to…"

"You're calling about the ad?" Mrs. Holbrook was perplexed. "How did you get our phone number?"

Doug stiffened with attention. "You mean you're familiar with the ad?"

"Why shouldn't I be familiar with my own ad? Say, what is this all about? And how did you get our telephone number?"

Doug grinned, his cock all thick and hard and swollen again. He sat up stiffly on the bed.

"Mrs. Holbrook," he said, pumping his hand up and down his cock, "that's a long story. Have you got a few minutes?"

Jessi Holbrook was a luscious, willing, big titted redhead, who was, more than happy to hear from Doug, once he explained his reason for calling. She told him that she and her husband, Walt, had been swinging for a little more than a year now, and that they occasionally placed an ad whenever they felt like expanding their range of swinging acquaintances. So far, this ad had been very successful in finding them several new partners already, but Doug was the first and only one who'd ever called. All the rest had followed the more traditional method of writing a letter to their PO Box. She saluted his industry, and promised to tell Walt about him when he returned from work that evening.

"Do you think you might be interested in meeting with me alone?" Doug ventured.

"I'm always open to that possibility," Jessi cooed softly. "When did you have in mind?"

"Right now."

"Wow." Jessi moaned into the receiver. "What an incredible turn-on this is. A minute ago I was doing the breakfast dishes, and now I'm making a date to fuck with a total stranger." She moaned again. "Sonofabitch, that makes me wet."

"Well?"

"Give me an hour to get ready."

Jessi gave Doug her address, and he wrote it across the face of the torn out page from the telephone directory. He hung up, showered and dressed, and in less than an hour was knocking on Jessi's Sixty-Third Street, second-floor brownstone apartment door.

Jessi invited him in, they talked for a few moments, and were instantly and mutually turned on to each other. They decided to head directly in the bedroom, undressing as they walked.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, the telephone rang. Jessi moved to answer it, heading for the extension phone on the table next to the bed. With her back to Doug, she picked it up. Before speaking, she made a half-turn back, and cautioned Doug to be silent. At the same time, she grinned lasciviously, indicating in pantomime for him to undress. Then she turned her back to him again, speaking into the mouthpiece of the receiver. The call was from her husband.

While she spoke, Doug undressed. In a matter of moments, he stripped himself naked, feeling no self-consciousness, only lust. Stroking his thick, throbbing cock slowly up and down, he listened to Jessi's responses, admiring the firm, rounded fullness of her ass cheeks as they protruded tautly through the material of her half slip. Her skirt lay in a limp puddle on the floor next to her, and even as she spoke, she was kicking off her slippers. Never once did she give any indication to her husband that Doug was there with her, or what they were doing.

"I've got to go now, Walt," she said. She was cupping her cunt as she spoke, grinding her fingers into her wet crotch, masturbating herself through her panties and slip. "I've gotta pee… Yeah, you, too. Goodbye."

As she hung up, Doug moved up behind her, catching Jessi by surprise. He was stark naked, and he pressed himself against her back, the head of his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass, pushing between her thighs, rubbing erotically against the cool silky material of her slip. At the same time, both his hands slid up in front of her, cupping her tits. She was bra-less under her thin pink sweater; and he squeezed his fingers into the spongy firmness of her big, full tits. Pinching her fat, long nipples, twisting them around, he began to kiss the back of her neck, her shoulders, her ears.

"Ohhh!" Jessi moaned, delighted by Doug's aggressiveness. She loved feeling used by a forceful, decisive lover; it made her feel feminine and sensual. Humping herself back against his cock, she continued to masturbate herself through her panties, spreading her thighs to accommodate both her hand and the thick, driving hardness of Doug's cock as it pushed from behind. Each hump stuffed her slip further and further between her legs. The head of his cock was rubbing against the underside of her cunt lips, causing her thighs to quake like jello. He felt very long and hard, and through all that bunched up fabric she could feel the incredible heat of his excitement radiating against the oozing wetness of her slit. "Oh, baby… baby!"

Taking little bites out of her neck and earlobes, slithering the tip of his tongue up and down just under her hair, at the nape of her neck, Doug ran his hands down from, her tits, and cupped Jessi's cunt with all ten fingers. At first she continued to masturbate herself, her hand moving under his hands, but then they exchanged places, and she slid her hands up and cupped her tits through her sweater. Doug rubbed her cunt hard with both hands, pressing her back into him, until he could feel the hot, throbbing tip of his own cock against his fingertips. Her pussy squished as he played with it, and she was so wet the whole crotch of her panties was soaked completely through. A spreading stain made the front of her slip sticky and damp.

"You're very impatient," Jessi moaned. She squeezed her thighs closed, shuddering with excitement when she felt the long hard cylinder of Doug's cock pressing up into her burning flesh. As if they were fucking, she ground her hips around in a tight hard circle against him, the cheeks of her ass tensing rhythmically. Under her fingers she could feel her tits swelling, growing hard with excitement, the nipples electrified with sensitivity. Her clitoris felt flooded by the love juices flowing out of her. "That turns me on a lot. It makes me impatient."

"I've been waiting to do this to you all day," Doug whispered, snaking his tongue into Jessi's ear. "Ever since I read your ad."

"Then let's not waste anymore time." Jessi was shuddering with lust. "I want to fuck."

Doug released her, stepping back to give her room to undress. Jessi turned, her eves glassy with excitement, her cheeks flushed a shade crimson not much less intense than her long, fiery red hair. Stroking his cock so that his passion didn't flag for an instant, he watched as Jessi stripped her sweater over her head. Heavy pink tits tumbled out, loose and swaying, glistening with perspiration, nipples as hard as marbles. Catching both her panties and slip under her fingers, she pulled them both off, and stood naked in front of him. Her legs were spread wide apart, almost defiantly, and the deep, hairy shag of her coppery-colored snatch was in vivid contrast to the smooth pale pinkness of her thighs and belly.

"Oh, you have a big cock," she said, reaching out to touch it. Jessi wrapped her fingers around it, gripping it lightly, firmly, jerking him off with such skill that it felt like his own hand fondling his meaty shaft. "I love men with big hard cocks."

Doug reached across and began touching her cunt, running his fingers across her broad mound, curling them under so that he could feel the wet open slit. Her cunt was very hairy, and that excited him. Hairy women always turned him on. The heavy folds of her cunt lips pressed against his exploring fingertips like toothless gums, and he had to spread her crack open to get to her clitoris. He touched the huge swollen lump three or for times, never once failing to elicit a cry of pleasure from her, and then he relinquished her love button, and slid his fingers all the way down under her. He began to finger her hot, drippy cunt, using his index and middle fingers to ream her out with deep, eager strokes.

"I want to suck it," Jessi said.

She dropped to her knees, guiding Doug's cock into her mouth with her fingers. Closing her lips over the shaft, she sucked him deeply in, running her mouth down to his belly. Her tongue never stopped moving, licking every inch of his prick, rubbing him into a frenzy as she basted him with her warm, slippery saliva. Up and down her head bobbed, her lips rippling up and down, sucking his cock from tip to base in long wet arcs. Her hands moved all over on his cock first, between his thighs, squeezing his balls, gripping the hard, muscular cheeks of his ass. The wet sounds of her vigorous sucking filled the bedroom, the echo of slurp-slurp in counterpoint to the gentle purring of Doug's moans.

"Let's lay down on the bed," Doug suggested. The firm, insistent pressure of his hand against her forehead managed to push Jessi away from his prick. Moaning in disappointment, it popped from her lips, a string of saliva still connecting them. "I don't know if I can stand up much longer."

Jessi stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lips were smeared with saliva, as was her chin and neck. From the way she was moving her lips and tongue, she had a hair in her mouth, and she was trying to push it nut. She pulled it off her tongue, then wiped the wetness on her ass cheek.

"You've got to let me suck you off again later." She lay down on the bed, making herself comfortable, spreading her thighs. "I'd love to feel you coming in my mouth."

Doug bent over the bed, fingering her. Jessi reached up and jerked him off.

"I think I'd like to be eaten now," Jessi said, squirming all over the mattress, deliciously impaled on Doug's pistoning fingers. "Yea… yes. Eat my pussy… Ohh!"

While still standing, leaning over the bed, Doug bent over and began to lick his tongue up and down against the broad, hairy mound of Jessi's cunt. He could taste her wetness, tangy and hot, oozing into his mouth, coating his tongue as it worked up and down between her cunt lips. The bud of her clitoris was hard and raised, and he lashed at it repeatedly, digging down into her tender flesh with the slashing pink tip of his tongue. Holding himself up on his hands, one placed on either side of her broad hips, as if he were doing pushups, he lowered his face until the top of his head was resting on the mattress between her thighs. In a slicing inward thrust, he shoved his tongue all the way up inside of her, filling her with his plunging mouth organ. That made Jessi moan loudly in pleasure, and even as he climbed up onto the bed, crawling down between her thighs, he could feel the muscles of her cunt tightening against his face, as if she were trying to trap his damp, stinging tongue deeply inside her.

"Oh, baby – eat me!" Jessi cried, holding Doug by his hair once he was in position between her legs. She lifted her thighs and wrapped them around his neck, grinding her oozing slit into his face, humping her pussy in and out around the fleshy cylinder of his tongue. "Oh, you're good, baby. You're very good! Eat me, darlin'… eat me! Make me come, lover… Make me come… ohhhh – owww – ahhh!"

Sliding his hands under the cheeks of her ass, grabbing a fleshy mound between his squeezing fingers, he pulled her pussy hard against his mouth, and lapped her from the tip of her anus to the hairy flap which folded over her clit. Her juices gushed into his face, his nostrils sucking up the raunchy feminine smell of wet excitement. Crushing the cheeks of her ass in alternating in and out squeezes, Doug concentrated his attention on her clitoris, stroking it rapidly up and down, raining his stinging slashes against it until it began to hum and vibrate with pleasure. Jessi squirmed on the bed, clawing his scalp, spreading her thighs wider and wider apart, hammering her pussy against his mouth. Back and forth his tongue rippled, striking her clit from the side, top, back and front, raining blow after electrifying blow upon it until her entire body was screaming for release.

"Oh, God – I'm coming!" Jessi screamed, her ass lifted all the way up off the mattress, her spine arched as she punched Doug savagely in the face with her orgasming twat. His neck strained forward, his head rocking back with each wet, slapping impact, his tongue stabbing like the point of a needle into her quim. "I'm coming, baby… I'm coming… oh, Jesus… it's good! It's so… good…! Oh! Ahhhh…"

He let her come a few more seconds, and then, right in the middle of it, he slipped out of her gripping thighs, pried her legs open with his powerful fingers, and stabbed his hot, swollen prick savagely into her cunt. Grabbing onto her ankles, spreading her like a wishbone, he could actually see the point of his cock slipping into her hole. He watched the thick, hairy flap of her cunt lips close around his plunging dick, gobbling him up until their bellies were pressed tightly against each other. His balls dangled between the cheeks of her clutching ass, and he could feel the muscles of heir cunt closing over his cock, as if trying to crush it or snap it off inside of her.

"Oh, baby – I'm coming again!" Jessi cried, arching her back, fucking upward almost, greeting the sawing, downward drive of his hot throbbing dick. His fingers dug cruelly, wonderfully, into her ankles, as he pulled her open, making her pussy all vulnerable and exposed to the brutal hammering of his passion. The cheeks of her ass were tensed, and her entire crotch lay wide open, like a target, pierced to the hilt by the shaft of his diving cock. "Oh, fuck me, baby… fuck me! Shit, I'm coming again!"

He waited until she was deeply into her next orgasm, and then he rolled over on the bed, never once slipping his cock out of her, until they'd changed positions. Doug was on his back, and Jessi was sitting erect upon him, her fleshy thighs straddling his hips, his cock buried all the way up inside of her. He fucked her that way, striking deeply into her, lifting her high into the air with every upstroke. Jessi balanced on him, as if she were riding a bronco, coming in an endless string of orgasms.

"I'm coming!" Doug moaned, feeling his sperm exploding into the wet interior of Jessi's constricted channel. Her cunt was like a soft, velvety hand around his cock, urging him to come, sucking out his juices, until they completely coated his prick inside of her, and began to leak back out, dripping and hot, running across his belly. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had in his life. "Oh, God – I'm coming… I'm coming! I'm coming!"

This time Jessi waited until his cock was no longer pulsing, and his sperm no loner spewed into her. Then she lifted herself off his cock, Doug's sperm dripping out of her, plopping against his burning flesh like thick wet drops of hot summer rain, and she sat on his face. Holding him by the hair, she rubbed the spermy lips of her pussy all over his face.

"Eat me again!" she urged. "Make me come again!"

Mindless with passion, Doug ate her oozy wet quim, licking her until she was coming straight down into his mouth. Jessi screamed with delight, almost smothering him with her spermy flesh. Her thighs tightened around his neck, and she began to hump herself up and down, running her cunt back and forth across the erect shaft of his tongue. She could feel his nose, pushed all the way up between the lips of her slit. In the end, to give herself more pleasure, she masturbated, her long, crimson-tipped fingernails buried between her cunt lips. She could feel Doug's tongue, lapping her as she jerked off.

And then, almost unheard of, Doug came a second time. With her raunchy, gummy pussy squashed against his face, his hand slipped around his still erect dick, and he began to also masturbate. He jerked his swollen cock rapidly up and down until a second wave of sperm bubbled up and out. As, if under pressure, it gushed from his cock head, and in a long, graceful arc, it splattered against Jessi's tensed, sweaty back.

They went on like that, like two sexual maniacs, coming orgasm after orgasm, until Jessi slipped off him and lay in a limp, exhausted lump next to him on the bed. Doug's cock lay broken across his sweaty thigh, limp and shriveled, dribbling out a thin, colorless discharge. With the smell of pussy all over his tongue, smeared all over his face, Doug could only manage to grin before he fell into a deep, blissful sleep.