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CHAPTER NINE

It was late in the afternoon when Judy left Ann's place. Bert Karnstein was so washed out Judy knew there was no way he would be able to hurt Ann, and Ann had enjoyed enough pleasure from Bert so that she had agreed to let him move in with her.

The trouble was, watching all that action – and not participating – had made Judy tremendously aroused. Unfortunately she had made no arrangements for the upcoming evening because of her job, and so she thought she would end up alone.

Her drive home took her through the Golden Gate area, and she knew Al Bombannente lived somewhere nearby. It was from listening through a small hole in the wall that separated their offices that Judy had learned about Al's unorthodox methods when it came to parolees, and because of his success, she had tried it herself, though using women like Ann Mason rather than giving herself to the ex-cons. She wondered if Al was busy that evening.

Her car seemed to guide itself through the streets and suddenly it was parking in front of the apartment house where she knew Al lived. It was a nice neighborhood, very quiet, which for San Francisco was a rarity since most of the city was almost always in some kind of turmoil or other.

Getting out of the car, she felt the cold wind from the nearby ocean whipping her coat, cutting through her, making her entire body shudder. Entering the apartment building, she looked at the mail boxes and discovered Al lived on the fourth floor. That seemed to be the perfect floor to live on in a high-rise like this one. There were no fire escapes outside his window, though there was one at the end of the hall, and he was too high for robbers to reach him from the ground, while too low for them to come down from the roof.

Finding Al's apartment, Judy pushed the door buzzer and waited. Less than a minute later, Al Bombannente opened the door and smiled at her, saying, "Yes?"

He was wearing dark slacks, a white long-sleeved shirt open at the collar, no shoes, and he had a bourbon in his hand.

"Is that the way you greet all visitors?" she asked.

"Only those with whom I'm very familiar," he replied. "Come on in, Judy. Tell me, what brings you to this neighborhood, especially at this time of the day?"

"I'm lonely," she replied. "I just finished working with two parolees."

"On Saturday?"

"Well, it's not the kind of treatment the state would exactly smile on, if you get my meaning."

"Suppose you explain," he said, leading her into his large living room, a place too tastefully decorated for him to have done it by himself. Either he had paid an interior decorator, or he'd had a lady friend come in and do it. Judy later learned he had rented the apartment furnished, and this was the way the former tenant had done it before passing away.

"Al, our offices are separated by a thin wall, and there's a slight crack in the wall that lets me hear everything that goes on in your office. When I say everything, I mean everything. Since you've been so successful with parolees, I've taken to imitating you, but with a difference. Instead of using my own body, I usually mate a male and female parolee in desperate need of one another. That's what I did today."

"You're taking a big chance," he said to her. "If one of them tells on you, you'll not only be fired, but possibly prosecuted."

"Don't be silly," Judy said to him. "I'm not nearly as personally involved as you are. Even if a dissatisfied parolee complains, they'll never be able to prove anything against me. You, on the other hand, might literally get caught with your pants down."

"You know better than that," Al said to her. "Can I get you a drink?"

"That might be a good idea," Judy nodded. "By the way, am I intruding? If you have plans for tonight…"

"No," he told her. "I was thinking of taking in a movie, though to be truthful I haven't been to the movies in more than fifteen years. Hell, with all the golden oldies on TV, who wants to see the junk they show in the theaters today, and pay four bucks a throw? Hell, not me."

"Especially on the kind of money we earn," Judy nodded.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing by herself on a Saturday evening?" Al asked, handing her a bourbon and water.

"I knew I would be busy today, and didn't know what time I'd be through," she told him, "so I didn't make any dates for tonight. Besides, I really wasn't in the mood to go out and go through the courtship rigmarole with some guy I don't particularly care for. I knew I'd be aroused as hell after watching what went on between those two…"

"You actually stayed and watched them?"

"Of course! Did you think I would turn him loose on her without some kind of supervision?"

"Well I take it as a compliment that you came here for my company after you finished your observing, or is it that you merely wish to commiserate with a fellow worker?"

"Don't be cute," Judy said, standing. "Look, I'm not in the mood for bourbon. I know this sounds ridiculous, but do you have any chocolate mix around? I'm in the mood for hot chocolate. Not coffee, hot chocolate."

"In the kitchen," he nodded, pointing to the little kitchenette which was really part of the living room.

Judy walked into the little kitchen area and went to the cabinet Al pointed out to her, and she took out a can of cocoa mix. She found milk in the refrigerator, and she put some into a pan and opened the can. With a spoon she dished out some of the powder, but in doing so she spilled some on the floor.

"Sorry," she said, and wetting a paper towel, she bent, with her back to Al, and began washing up the chocolate.

He wondered whether she had spilled the powder on purpose. The way she was bending caused her dress to ride up much higher than it should, and as a result he was able to see the bottom of the cheeks of her white, round ass, covered with the barest pink bikini panties.

"Come on, let me help," he said to her, and moving over to her, he squatted facing her. She knelt now, supporting herself with one hand while she finished washing up the powdered chocolate with the other hand. Her dress, while not exactly scoop-necked, was loose at the top, and with Al kneeling in the position he was in, directly above Judy, he was able to peer down and see the fullness of her brassiere-encased breasts. They weren't large, but they were nice and round, and the way they pushed her dress out made them look like a pair of artillery shells in a sling. Two nubby nipples pressed into the fabric and pushed at her dress, as well.

Judy looked up to catch Al looking down her dress. Instead of blushing and turning away, she remained where she was, and Al, not the least bit fazed, continued looking a little longer, enjoying the sight. Then he met her eyes and gulped a little, yet didn't look the least bit embarrassed. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"I guess we're beyond the blushing stage," she said to him.

"I guess," he nodded. "Did you get all the chocolate?"

"Uh huh!" she nodded, standing. "I always wondered if men ever reached the stage where they stopped looking down a woman's dress when given the opportunity. Now I know."

"Hell, you were offering them to my eyes on the proverbial silver platter. What was I supposed to do, look away like a gentleman? You have one nice pair of tits there, lady."

"I'm glad you finally noticed," Judy smiled, throwing the paper towel in the garbage and heating up the chocolate-flavored milk. "You were always so wrapped up in screwing those female parolees I often wondered if you scored with any other women."

"I used to and I suppose I'd still be able to if I really wanted to," he admitted. "But I find this a lot easier. The girls do what I want, when I want it, and believe it or not, they're all better human beings because of it. It's nice to know I'm doing a service for humanity by simply screwing."

"Haven't you ever had the desire for one permanent woman?"

"I've never found a permanent woman who was willing to meet my…"

"Standards?"

"No, conditions. You see, even if I did marry, the woman would have to understand my job, and she would have to understand that I wouldn't change my methods of, shall we say, rehabilitation."

"Well suppose your wife was in the same business. Would you allow her to do the same thing?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "You see, I'm still old-fashioned enough to believe in the double standard."

"Why?" Judy asked, turning off the stove and pouring the cocoa into two cups.

"Well a man is external, whereas a woman is internal. So no matter how many times a man dips his wick, he can still take it out, wash it off, and unless he's contracted some kind of venereal disease, be in excellent shape for the woman he loves. With a woman, she can't, in essence, see the part of herself she's cleaning after she's finished with a man. So there's always the possibility of… uhhhh… there being something of the man left over inside her. I don't think I'd like going into a woman whose vagina might still contain the residue of another man."

"You're really not being fair to the woman."

"I suppose not," he admitted. "Which is the reason why I've never married. This way I don't have to make excuses."

"You're a damn chauvinist," Judy said, sipping her chocolate.

"Yeah," Al nodded, putting his cup down on the small kitchenette table. He looked at her for a long, long time, waiting for her to finish drinking her cocoa, and then he stared into eyes which were staring right back at him. "I have to admit," he told her. "You're one of the Goddamned sexiest women I've ever seen. I'd sure love to get it on with you."

"I'll just bet you would," Judy nodded, wiping her mouth with another paper towel and throwing it in the garbage can. "Tell me, are you a tit man?"

"Not necessarily," he shrugged. "Oh hell, if you want a compliment I'll give it to you and tell you you have one gorgeous set of jugs. But I'm interested in the woman as a whole."

"How do you spell that last word?" she asked.

"With a 'W'," he replied.

"Well, at least that makes you different from any other man I've ever known."

"Not really," he replied, trying to act bored. "There are lots of us around. Have you had supper?"

"It's a little too early for supper," she replied.

"Don't you think so?"

"Let's not mince words," he said to her.

She walked over to the sofa, which she suspected was a bed at night, and she sat. Then she surprised him by cupping her hands under her breasts, saying, "I have very sensitive breasts, Al. Few men know how to caress them correctly. Most try mangling me. All I really need is a touch."

Her hands very lightly ran over her taut nipples, as if showing him how she liked to be fondled. Then she slowly unzipped her dress, stood, and stepped out of it. Tossing it off on a chair nearby, she once again cupped her hands under her brassiere-encased breasts and said, "I don't like masturbating, Al. There's no pleasure in it. It's been quite some time since a man's hands have touched me."

He was standing near the sofa himself, now, and he slowly sat, watching as she kneeled in front of him. All the while she continued fondling her full, rounded breasts, pushing them up.

For some reason, Al felt almost like a young kid all over again. He ought to have felt sorry for Judy. She was baring more than her flesh before him, she was baring her soul. Yet he didn't feel sorry for her because she wasn't trying to get pity from him. On the contrary, it was obvious she was letting him, in essence know, that she wanted to get it on with him, though she wasn't blatantly coming right out and saying it.

There was pleasure scrawled all over her face as she fondled her breasts while looking at him. He reached down and removed her dark glasses, put them on a nearby end table, and for the first time he was able to see her glistening eyes. They were half-shuttered at the moment beneath long lashes.

Al found his hands reaching forward, and suddenly his fingers were following the paths traced by her own hands. After a few long minutes of that delightful activity, he realized he was becoming more than slightly aroused, and he suddenly moaned, allowing himself to jerk as he gave each oval a solid squeeze.

"Oh my, that feels good!" Judy gasped, purring softly hunching her smoothly rounded shoulders and then closing her eyes. "Oh yessss… I've been aching to feel a man's hands touch me for the longest time, Al. It's been so long… so long."

"That sounds like your fault more than anyone else's," Al whispered, breathing heavily, enjoying the contact of her full, swollen breasts immensely, thrilling to the pressure of her nipples through her brassiere.

"I'm particular," she gasped. "I'm not going to give my body to just any man, just as, I'm sure, you're particular which parolees enjoy what you do to them."

"I'm glad," he murmured softly. "I'm very glad. I wouldn't expect a woman like you to be a virgin, in fact I'd be downright disappointed if you were, but I'm glad you're careful and particular."

"Being particular also makes me a pretty lonely woman," Judy sighed as his hands continued massaging her paps. "Men don't like going out with women who won't give them what they want, especially when the woman is my age."

"You sound like you're old," Al said, laughing softly. "Jesus, you're not even thirty, yet. Hell! I'll tell you this much. If I ever did have me a permanent girl, she'd be a lot like you. You're a woman I can respect, Judy."

"I wouldn't have come here if I thought otherwise," she said to him, her eyes flying open. She looked at him with an almost predatory stare. Her tongue came out as she nervously licked her sensuous lips, and then she said, "Just for tonight, do you think you might be able to pretend I belong to you? I'm not going to hold you to anything permanent, Al. But for this one night, I'd like to make believe someone really cares about me."

"I'd like that," Al told her, continuing to feel her breasts. "Let's pretend we're married."

"Fine!" she nodded. "What do married couples do on a Saturday night?"

"Well, like you said, it's too early to go out for supper or to a nightclub. Look, for openers, let's just sit here on the couch and relax, and maybe watch a little TV, and sort of let nature take its course."

"That sounds like one terrific idea," Judy said, and she got to her feet and turned on the TV set. Then she walked over to him and snuggled beside him on the sofa, her feet drawn up under her as she felt the circle of his right arm holding her close.

She pressed her body so firmly into his, his hand was able to sneak under her arm and caress her breast. His other arm came across his waist, enabling him to touch her other nipple, and now he was caressing both breasts, giving them his full attention with fingers and thumbs.

He knew she was staring down at the growing package of heated, stiffening cylindrical meat inside the tight pants he was wearing. He played a game with her, pretending to be furtive about it, adjusting his pants down there, moving the swelling organ into a more comfortable position. It was upright now, burning against his flat stomach.

Moaning and writhing herself, Judy raised her lovely face to his with her deep, tantalizing eyes closed. When she had wiped the cocoa from her mouth she had also removed her lipstick, and Al was more than happy to kiss her unrouged lips. It moved sensuously beneath his, and her hand reached over to clutch at his hip. There was nothing accidental about the way her forearm pressed itself solidly against the upright, throbbing bar of his shuddering cock. Her arm moved back and forth, as if trying to tear open the fly to his pants.

Al moaned and shifted his legs slightly, ostensibly to escape from the delightful pressure, but in reality making his cock rub all the harder against her pressuring arm. He shoved one hand down inside her brassiere, cupping her left breast, while his other hand slid underneath the B cup of the other mammary, pushing it up and out of the way. He was squeezing the solidity of her naked breasts. They were hard, and their crests were full, very swollen. She bit at his lip, and then she squirmed. She moved as if jolted by a bolt of lightning, and she was moaning very loudly as her hand sprang from his hip to fasten very tightly on the throbbing rod inside his pants.

"Hhhaaauuunnnhhhh!" Al gasped, his body responding with a jerk.

As a result, his hands squeezed her nipples unduly hard, and now both of them felt like two marbles that had fallen from a Chinese Checker board.

"Is this what husbands and wives do?" Judy asked, giggling, her hand continuing to squeeze his erection.

"Not being married to anyone other than you at the moment, it would be kind of difficult for me to reply," he told her.

Judy liked the way he was playing the game. He didn't fall out of character in spite of the fact that she had, for the moment. He was a good man, a very good man, and she had the feeling that a relationship between the two of them might very well develop. At this stage of the game it was no longer up to her. Just because a woman wanted to get laid didn't mean a relationship had to form. The truth of the matter was, it was up to him.

"Tell me," she demanded, "when I'm not around, does my darling husband sometimes take the situation in hand – like this?" she asked, squeezing his cock, hard. Her hand jerked up and down on the organ even though it was inside his pants.

"Jesus! You have some hand, there. You're driving me out of my mind. Keep it up, and I'll shoot a load in my pants."

"Does that mean you won't have anything left over for me?"

"Not until after supper."

"Well then, we don't want to get your pants messed up, do we. We'll just have to take them off."

While Al continued writhing on the sofa, she pulled his pants open. Then she tugged them down, pulling down his undershorts, as well. He hoisted his buttocks from the sofa so she was able to pull them to his knees. His mighty erection suddenly sprang up as if from a trap and stood there, trembling, looking enormous and fighting mad. Judy caressed the throbbing length of it with her palm, letting cool air from between her pursed lips blow all over it. In the meantime, Al continued squeezing her malleable breasts.

"My God!" Judy gasped, staring at his throbbing organ. "Is that all one penis, or is it three penises pushed one on top of the other. I've never seen anything quite that long or that thick."

"I've found it more than adequate," Al laughed nervously, shuddering as her hand squeezed it. She was the first woman to ever make him jittery.

"I'll say," Judy nodded. "Say, slipping out of my play acting role for the moment, I just want you to know I take precautions, so you don't have to be afraid of firing inside me."

"I'm not worried," Al told her. "I'm sterile, and though I can go all day and through the night, I can't make babies."

"In any case, I'd love to feel that wonderful instrument playing a solo inside me," Judy said to him.

"I'm just as agreeable," he nodded, enjoying the feeling of being the one seduced for a change instead of having to be the seducer.

Al found himself trembling and twitching as if he were a nervous teenager about to experience his first woman. Certainly she was the first woman he'd ever known for whom he felt such need rather than mere lust. She had created the need by coming to him and seducing him in this rather outlandish fashion. His hands clamped on her rounded breasts all the more tightly, and the pulling pressure of his hands caused her brassiere to lift up and hang around her neck. He squeezed her breasts as if he meant to pull them off. They weren't quite the size of grapefruit, but they felt just as solid.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she hummed, rubbing her hod against the pressure of his hands.

"Like?" he asked.

"You know I do," she nodded. "I like playing games too, but there are games, and there are games. Let's you and I get down to the playing of real adult games."

"I'm for that," he nodded. "But first, don't you think it'd be a good idea if both of us stripped down. Maybe some men prefer their women partially clothed, but I like my females baby-naked."

So she pulled away from Al and got to her feet, proceeding to pull off her clothing, while Al stood up and kicked his pants from around his feet while removing his shirt and undershirt as well.

Al sat back on the sofa and looked as Judy finished shucking the last of her undies. She was a vision, she was, small, but well-shaped. There was nothing about her that was too large or too small. Her full breasts were the perfect size for a woman of her height, and they stood up so nicely. The nipples were a light tan, as were each of the small surrounding areolae. She saved the removal of her panties for last, turning away from him and bending forward a little, poking her rounded asscheeks in his direction, revealing the dark cleft between them, making her asscheeks stand out like two small snow banks.

She turned to face him again when her panties were down around her ankles. Al simply stared, taking all of her in, gazing with unfeigned admiration and lust, looking at the furry playground between her slender, pillarly white thighs.

"You are something," he said to her. "You are really something. If I were to ever become serious about a woman, it would have to be a woman like you."

"Why a woman like me?" Judy asked. "Why not take the real thing, me!"

"Why not!" he nodded.

The small, full-breasted lovely woman walked toward him, then squatted, sitting astride his thighs, moving forward until the brushed thicket of curling brown hair tickled the tip of his shuddering penis. Then she rose up on tiptoe, leaned forward, reached back and under her with one hand, and with her thumb and her forefinger she tilted the head of his throbbing cock into her waiting chalice.

"Ggghhhuuunnnggghhhaaaggghhhh!" she gasped, her weight now on her knees as she sank all the way down, shaking all over.

Al was aware she had enjoyed an instantaneous climax, and this with just a single thrust of his fleshy wand into the willowy softness of her feminine vale. Her arms wrapped themselves tightly around him, and she clung to him, squirming and rotating her vagina all the more solidly against his groin, kissing his pubis with her cuntlips as she rubbed her rounded ass against his thighs and balls.

Pressing down on her knees, she lifted her body up only to sink right back down on his throbbing cock-length, her rubbery buttocks once again hitting his legs. Her mouth had fallen open, and her brilliantly shining eyes had a faraway look in them Al had never seen in the eyes of any other woman. Judy was special, all right. He knew that without even thinking about it. His arms were around her slender waist, firmly holding her as she sat there trembling, squeezing the walls of her trembling cunt that much more tightly around his throbbing cock.

She had needed that! She had really needed that! Her body was quivering, and she was perspiring heavily, and she knew this was only the beginning. She needed more, much more.

Her arms pushed between them, and her hands pressed on his shoulders, signaling to him that she wished to sit back. He released her waist and let her all but recline, with his stiff staff still solidly implanted inside her vaginal depths. His hands reached up and filled themselves with the round fullness of her lovely breasts.

He cupped them, bunching the lovely mammaries and lifting them into globe-like piles of fleshy putty, all white and smooth. His digging fingers kneaded both spongy spheres, sending constantly fresh surges of overpowering passion visibly charging through her quivering body. The cock-stuffed woman was still quaking, and groans escaped from her throat as she found herself in the grip of a sensual thrill. She surged her breasts forward into his manipulating hands, wriggling on his lap, feeling his upthrust pike massaging her inner walls and building new heat ever higher in her shuddering body.

For a long while she sat perfectly still, riding her cock-horse. Al did all the work, mostly with his hands as he continued massaging her marvelous tits.

Then Judy pressed her hands into his shoulders and tugged back, slowly lifting herself, carefully starting to fuck the seated man. The pressure inside her was unbelievably thrilling.

Al enjoyed the way his seductress was riding him, moving with steady, gliding strokes that continually sheathed his rearing length of hard cock all the way into the depths of her sucking pussy over and over again. He hunched forward and up, ramming his hips to meet her descent each time, his hands now pressed into the sofa on either side of him. The panting woman was gasping at the new ramming power of the gigantically thick mast she was riding so wildly and happily. The lovely brown-haired woman began pumping herself on his throbbing cock with an uncontrolled fierce passion.

Her firm breasts, solid as they were, flopped up and down with the wildness of her movements, jiggling as if attached to slinky springs. Her nipples looked like two cocked fingertips. The curly haired woman's open pussy was trickling clear, heavy liquid around the hard length of his well-clasped masculinity.

Passionately fucking now, Judy continued uncontrollably bouncing, wildly riding him with firm, short up-and-down strokes, her movements combining with a full-hipped undulatory action that scoured every inner surface of her oozing vagina's accordioning tissues. Her cheeky rear-end rapped solidly down on his thighs with voluptuously fleshy concussions that made her breasts continue to bounce as she engulfed the full length of his masculine horn.

Al was astonished by this woman. He was astonished by the intensity with which she was fucking, and he was astonished by the need that was in her. In the office she was always so cool, almost reserved, one would never guess there was so much fire inside her.

He reached down with his right hand, fumbling between them as if unsure as to what he was really doing. His hand was instantly drawn to the gaping brown-fringed cave that was giving him such delightful pleasure. He fondled the pouchy bulge of her outer labia, somehow managing to grind a knuckle against her shivering clitoris. The immediate climax she had undergone when she had initially sunk herself onto his cock made him realize just how sensuous this woman really was. Hell! She was one lusty wench, as he suddenly realized she was gritting her teeth to keep herself from crying out as the combination of his long cock in her cunt and his knuckles against her clitoris was setting her off again. Gasps burst from her panting lips and her beautiful eyes opened wide, becoming glazed as yet another climax seized her. This one she was unable to hold back, and she screamed, "Aaaiiieeeyyyaaaggghhhuuunnnggghhh!"

She went limp, falling forward, letting her body lie against him. The man twisted and pivoted his buttocks against the sofa cushions, pulling her against him, twisting, and finally getting her back on the couch with one of her legs draped over his shoulder and the other planted flatly on the floor to give her leverage.

Now it was Al's turn to fuck, and fuck he did, slamming his cock into her as if there would be no tomorrow. He pounded solidly into her jerking body, making her quiver with tensed-up passion and bliss while he continued prodding her sucking cunt.

"Shoot, damn you!" she gasped at him. "I have only one more climax left in me before I need rest."

Al pounded vibrantly into her sucking cunt and she slammed her one foot against the floor while digging her heel into the nape of his neck, tugging his cock that much more deeply into her sucking feminine morass. Her vaginal muscles gripped and pulled like none he had ever known and none he would ever know again, other than this same woman whom he would be fucking relatively steadily from then on. He pumped into her over and over and over, slamming his cock into a tunnel the like of which he was unable to believe truly existed. He was aware of her interior distending, and he knew she was about to climax one more time.

Hurrying his strokes a bit, Al realized his own culmination was finally there. Gasping, sweating so heavily the perspiration fell from him like rain, he continued pounding into her, and then he was there.

"Ohhhhhhh… yyyeeeaaahhh… hhhhaaannnnhhhhuuuuhhh… ggghhhaaannnggghhh… hhhuuunn-hhh… yyyaaarrrggghhhggghhh!" he bellowed, firing as he jerked in intense passion and bliss, prodding the narrow depths of her sucking pussy with driving hardness, then shooting it full of the viscous white fluid manufactured in his prostate.

"Eeyyyaaahhh… aaaggghhhgghhhuuunnnggghhhh!" Judy shrieked out, long and loud this time.

She pulled him down flat on top of her, taking his weight, thrilling to the firing of his sperm inside her. When it was over, she waited for him to roll off, and when he did so, he smiled at her and said, "That was one hell of an appetizer. What say you and I go out and have ourselves one whopping meal. Then we can go to a nightclub."

"How can you afford a nightclub on what they pay us?" Judy asked.

"I can't," he told her. "It's just that I hardly ever go out, and I've a little money saved up, over and above what I have in my I.R.A. account. Come on, let's do the town tonight."

"Okay!" she nodded.