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CHAPTER EIGHT

Bert didn't know what to expect when he followed Judy Borgen into the run-down apartment building. His mind was on the trim, luscious form of the twenty-eight-year-old parole officer, and he would have given anything if she had let him bang her. Hell! Maybe that was why she had brought him here. He was always the supreme egomaniac, certain that one day he would meet a female who would see in him all the things he saw in himself.

When Judy pushed open the door to apartment 3C, what Bert saw was something beyond what he had expected. This was the apartment in which Ann Mason now lived.

The apartment, though small, was considerably larger than the one-room dump where he was presently flopping. It had a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom with a single gigantic king-sized bed in the middle of the room, looking like an enormous playground. The room itself was painted a garish purple, and there were red, blue, and purple light bulbs in unshaded lamps all over the room.

What really made Bert's eyes pop was the white-haired woman, obviously not much older than himself, in the middle of the bed. She was bare-assed naked, and she was rhythmically pumping a thick, gleaming white cylinder in and out of the still brown-haired V between her slackly splayed thighs. She was pumping it in and out in time to a tune she was humming.

The steam radiator in the corner was hissing, making the room feel like an oven. Bert took off his black leather jacket, revealing his cheap blue shirt and black pants underneath. Judy also removed her coat, and she was clad in a gray-green dress with long sleeves and a matching jacket. The psychedelic colors in the room made Ann Mason's gleaming white naked body look good to Bert Karnstein. She lay on the bed, totally concentrating on her lewd manner of self-fulfillment. She didn't pay much attention to Bert's and Judy's entrance.

"Ann," Judy snapped, "didn't I tell you not to do things like that? You know, you might damage yourself."

Ann merely smiled and pulled the slick, shiny cylinder from her tight pussy, and Bert realized it was a long, thick Christmas candle. The juicy pink lips of her clamping cunt seemed to cling to the candle like a sucking mouth, and when she plunged it back into herself, she grunted with a certain satisfaction. From time to time she took a drag from a cigarette, and Judy realized, from the smell of it, it was pure tobacco and nothing else. Ann had no intention of doing anything that would send her back inside.

Today was Saturday, and in the privacy of her own apartment she was able to do anything she wished, including masturbating with a convenient candle. Not even Judy Borgen was able to stop her from doing that, and when Judy had phoned earlier to tell Ann she was coming over with a surprise, Ann had decided to surprise Judy by stripping down and letting the parole officer see her naked body on the bed, this way. She hadn't expected Judy to bring a man with her, but when the man had come in and Ann had finally become aware of him, she knew what Judy intended.

Bert felt his limp cock solidly lurch in his pants as it began swelling. He stood there, wide-eyed, salivating hungrily and observing just what it was the white-haired woman was doing. She was shamelessly masturbating to a climax. Bert saw the woman was really getting hot now because of the way her pelvis was starting to snap upward on every driving instroke of the candle as it continually vanished between her thighs. She grunted each time she pushed the candle out very slowly, its wetly glistening length shining as she prepared to ram it into her all the harder.

Though Judy shuddered at the thought of touching Bert Karnstein, she knew he wouldn't really make a move until she did something to let him know it was all right for him to act. He was shaken up when he felt her hand unzip his fly. He was even more shaken up when she reached into said fly and pulled out his small penis, already as long and as hard as it was going to grow, and she began tugging it back and forth, keeping perfect time with the way Ann was fucking herself with the candle.

Reluctantly, the man tore his eyes away from the thrillingly lascivious sight on the bed and looked down at the way Judy's hand was gripping his cock. The beautiful curly haired woman was grinning mischievously at him with sparkling eyes that looked unbelievable now that she had taken off her dark glasses. There was no question that Judy was a knockout, prettier by far than the white-haired woman with dark circles under her eyes who lay on the bed. Still, the nakedness of the woman on the bed made her look unnaturally sexy, so suggestive of total and complete erotic abandon, that he felt himself drawn to her.

"Well will you look at the present my parole officer has brought me," Ann Mason said aloud.

Bert Karnstein stared at the bed and the woman lying on it, and he dribbled a little. The white haired woman was watching him with an amused smile on her prematurely pouchy face. She had stopped jerking the candle in and out of her vagina, but with the candle inside, and with her legs widely splayed, he was able to see part of the candle sticking out from the hairy lips of her sucking cunt.

"Come on over here, whatever-your-name-is," she said to Bert, beckoning to him. "Let's see what you have between your legs, and then maybe I can spare this candle for another time. It doesn't look like much from here, but I think it'll fit."

As if he were suddenly being tugged by some powerful magnetic force, the man walked away from Judy Borgen and moved toward the woman who was lying on the bed amidst a series of colorful throw pillows. His thinly distended cock was jutting out of his fly, pointing the way before him.

As he neared the bed, Ann rolled from the middle of the bed to the edge to take a closer look at the penis. Prison had hardened her, and because she no longer looked attractive to most men, she had come to the point where any cock, any cock at all, looked good to her.

"Oh, I like the look of that," she purred appreciatively, and she reached out a slender hand, white with prison pallor to touch the dome-shaped head of the skinny little man's throbbing penis. It was the second time in as many minutes that a feminine hand had touched his cock, and it took all Bert Karnstein's willpower not to shoot. Ann gave the tip a sharp little pinch which sent a lightning flash of mixed pain and delight charging through every tingling nerve end in Bert's shuddering body. Jesus, the bitch really knew how to touch a guy just right. She must have seen him ready to boil over with lust, and instead of grabbing his cock and making him shoot, she had pinched him in just the right place to make the feeling inside him recede. Bert had no idea who she was or why Judy had brought him together with the white-haired woman, but he was willing to bet the broad had already learned more ways of giving and taking pleasure sexually than he would ever learn. The white hair and the young, albeit pouchy face made her look mystical, almost witch-like, and there was that look about her that made him associate her with dark practices and strange, secret rites. Yet she was young, he was sure of that, younger than himself. She darted a quizzical, challenging look up at him from under her grey, arched brows, and said, "YOU tell me, man, do you know what to do with this pecker of yours besides piss?"

"I'm sure if I don't, you'll be more than happy to teach me, won't you," he said.

"I want the two of you to enjoy each other," Judy said to them. "I think if you like one another and want to live together – without my knowledge, of course – it might be enough to straighten out both your lives. How about it?"

"I'm willing," Ann said. "Now it's up to skinny here with the Hitler mustache. Hey, you know Judy, you're all right. You really know what a girl needs, don't you. Hell! I'll bet not many parole officers can look into a person's soul and see what it is he or she really needs. Tell me, are you gonna hang around and watch, or d'you think we can be left alone?"

"I'm responsible for all this," Judy replied. "I don't dare leave the two of you alone, at least not right now. If you do decide to move in together, then it'll theoretically be without my knowing about it, and the two of you can do whatever pleases you. But right now, I have to make sure my bringing the two of you together wasn't a mistake, and so no matter how it bothers you, I'm going to have to watch."

"Does that bug you?" Ann asked Bert.

He wasn't about to let the women know that being watched bothered him. Heck! The last thing in the world that he wanted was for any of them to find out he was still a virgin. He had to act like a knowledgeable man, so he swaggered a little, and said, "Heck, she's already grabbed hold of my cock and felt it. I don't see why her looking at the two of us ought to bother me."

"Right on, man!" Ann nodded. "Well, let's not waste any time. I'm not allowed to have any alcoholic beverages here, so all I have in the place is some Coca Cola. Notice, I can't even use the word Coke. It's in the refrigerator if you want to fortify yourself before coming to bed."

"Why the hell should I need to be fortified?" Bert asked. "A chick like you looks mighty good to me."

Jesus! He was hotter than hell! He wouldn't have cared if she looked like Godzilla, but the truth was, in his eyes, anyway, lying there totally naked, she wasn't a half-bad-looking woman, and he knew he'd be able to spend his time with her, at least until he was ready for the bigger and better things he was always anticipating.

His eyes roved hungrily, lustfully over Ann Mason's gleaming chalk-white form, following the curves of her overripe, soft breasts and her somewhat fleshy waist, although the waist wasn't really that bad. His eyes inevitably returned to the juncture between her thighs where the white candle was still embedded. As he watched, she used her shoulders and heels to lift her body from the bed, and then she began contracting the muscles of her buttocks and little by little the candle began oozing out of her, sliding from the depths of her cunt, filling the air with the rich, musky aroma of her interior. It was almost all the way out when Ann began rotating her hips around and around in an undulatory motion and to his amazement the candle slowly but surely was sucked right back into her again, disappearing bit by bit until only the end stuck out. He almost felt the pressure of her nibbling vaginal lips around his own throbbing cock, and Bert almost lost control of himself, then and there. It took total willpower not to climax.

"I'm a total-action, man!" she boasted, a mocking glint in her eye, gazing up at Bert, letting him see the fever glittering there. "I think it's time you gave me a try, buddy," she told him, and she clenched her vaginal muscles tightly. The candle suddenly shot from her cunt as if it had been fired from a gun. She swiveled her hips so that her pelvis was now directly pointed at him, and then she reached down with both hands to part the sparsely-haired lips of her sucking vagina, lasciviously exposing her dilated vaginal opening and the swollen bud of her clitoris pulsating in the steaming furrow of glistening pink pussyflesh.

"Ever eat pussy, man?" Ann asked him softly.

"Huh! Why… uhhhh… yeah, sure, I'm the greatest pussy eater around," Bert boasted, as he boasted of being the greatest anything and everything around. The truth was, this was the first naked pussy he had ever seen, much less having done anything else to it. He looked at Judy once, for confirmation, and Judy nodded. Then, with a low, animal-like moan, completely forgetful of anything and everything else in the world for the moment, he dropped to his knees on the bed and buried his face in the soaking depths of Ann's bubbling vagina, his tongue frantically licking, letting her exuding oils smear all over his lips and face, sucking frenziedly at the fluid as if drinking it would give him life the way blood would give life to a vampire. He had been so starved for the feel of a woman. He had never had one before, and being able to glut himself this way so suddenly, thrilled him. He smelled the aroma of her as he licked, unable to believe such delicious pleasures really did exist in this world, after all. His entire life had been one big lie, and this was the kind of truth he was able to face very easily. With a truth like this around, he began wondering for the first time in his life if lying was necessary.

Immediately Ann's clutching hands reached down and tangled themselves in the man's black, curly hair, her fingers pulling loose strands, letting her see that intermingled in the black he, too, had white hairs. She guided his mouth until she felt his tongue touching her clitoris, and then she rubbed her extended nubbin back and forth against the flat oral organ, regulating the sucking and impetuous licking. As his lips closed around the moistly pulsating little bud, she gave a low, abandoned moan and her pelvis began a fluidly serpentine motion against his hungering, open mouth. Bert instinctively followed and accentuated her rhythm, his sucking lips and swirling tongue delving into the same pussy he had seen the candle move in and out of, and it was as if he had done this all his life – as if this was the most natural thing in the world for him to do. It was almost as if the two of them had been fated to be together since the beginning of time.

That was it! Yes, that was it! Bert Karnstein knew for a fact the two of them were perfectly attuned to one another, and he knew that when the time came for him to fuck her, he was going to really blow his top. Shee-ittt! This was a real woman, and he was going to bury his cock where his tongue now delved. Jesus! It would be one helluva lot better than fucking his fist, that was for sure. It was as if this white-haired broad and he were made for one another – one of those wonderful moments he had waited for all his life but had stopped expecting to happen, after awhile. He seemed to know precisely how to give her pleasure.

The girl's entire body began twisting and jerking and shuddering when he drew his tongue up and down the center of her pink wet vaginal crevice, and then began rotating it around and around as if he had done this all his life. He washed the smooth, wet velvet of her cunt, nibbling just at the opening in the beginning, then sliding his tongue farther and farther inside. He heard Ann moan yearningly now, and he was aware of the muscles in her vaginal canal clinging as hard as possible to his obscenely protruding tongue. It seemed to no longer be a part of him, but rather became a part of the woman's body, fluttering with the rapid pounding of blood pumping through her shuddering arteries. Not caring he was barely able to breathe, Bert pushed his nose even deeper between the flanges of her sucking cunt, thrusting the full length of his tongue into the woman's ravenous vaginal tunnel. He inhaled deeply, and the smothering odor of her vagina almost totally overwhelmed him. He reveled in her passionate response to the ministrations of his obviously adequate oral organ.

You must wait, he was thinking. Honey, you wait until you feel the full length of my cock driving all the way up inside your cunt. You'll see how adequate it is, and you'll never want another cock for the rest of your life. In spite of the fact that he was the one on his knees, groveling like a slave between her tender thighs, he was once again filled with an exaggerated amount of self-importance. He felt a sense of mastery over this white-haired woman he had only just met and whose pussy seemed to suddenly become the limits of his new universe. He was well aware of his cock straining and expanding to an enormous thickness for it, that is, as he anticipated the wild fucking he would shortly be enjoying with this woman. All the while Bert continued to taunt and tantalize her with his driving tongue until her gasps became sobs and he felt her hands tugging at his head.

"It's time!" Ann cried out. "It's time! Come on, shrimp! Come ahead and fuck me, and let's see if your cock is at least half as good as your tongue."

Bert jumped up and began pulling off his clothing. His eyes caught a glimpse of Judy, sitting on a vanity bench off to the side, apparently indifferent to what was going on as she watched. She sat with her legs raised and her arms folded, as if very pleased with the way things were going. Well hell! He was more than pleased.

Totally naked now, he hurled his skinny, underweight body between the white-haired woman's outflung legs. She stopped tossing her head from side to side long enough to look between her breasts at the hardness of his twitching penis, and then she reached down with her right hand to guide the swollenly bulbous head into the hair-surrounded dimple that was her aching cunt. Simultaneously, as one person, the pair of them heaved toward one another so that their loins smacked wildly together and his near-bursting cock was buried to the hilt far into the soft depths of her hungry feminine flesh. It sank all the way on the first lunge, but then, it was neither long nor thick, and Ann's cunt had been dilated by the candle so that she had been more than ready.

"Ummmmmmm! Yessssss… that's good!" Ann gasped, panting heavily as she laced her smooth arms around the man's skinny shoulders and his narrow back. "Don't you move, yet, lover. I want to feel all of you inside me for awhile!"

Ann was smiling into his face, her lips dry and parched, and that was when Bert became aware of the intense heat emanating from her motionless body, as if the woman was burning up with fever.

For the first time Bert realized how deep the dark circles were under Ann's eyes, and he knew it wasn't just from a lack of sleep. The woman had suffered, much as he had suffered. He wondered if she had served time, too. Then, gradually, his body began to absorb the heat emanating from her, and it seemed to him he was able to distinctly feel every delightful square inch of her trembling body where his own flesh touched hers. It was as if the two of them were blending, then melting together. Currents of strange, never-before-felt sensation began eddying through his shuddering flesh, although neither of them was moving. He wanted to wet her dry lips with the tip of his tongue, yet he sensed this was no time for the "ordinary motions" of love. He continued staring into the depths of her dark and knowing eyes, feeling very nearly a sense of inner fear. It crossed his mind that somehow this woman whom he had only recently met was casting a bewitching spell over him.

Then everything began.

The feelings within him were incredible, and they went on endlessly, ceaselessly, ecstatically and unbelievably, an elastic rippling wave movement of the inner muscles of her squeezing vagina that began milking the full length of his near-bursting cock, a little at a time, from the hard, aching rubbery head down to the thick base where their pelvic hairs had become slickly entwined. He did his best to pull back in order to start fucking her, but Bert found himself powerless to move as the wildly spiraling motions of her inner vaginal muscles built up an irresistibly delirious thrill of delightful rapture in the depths of his sperm-filled testicles, and he realized that even if this woman sucked the very life from his body, he had to go on with this unbelievable sensation he was feeling.

With a sob of bitter frustration he let his face fall onto one of the multicolored cushions beside her head and allowed Ann to continue the strangely weird and unnatural theft of his masculinity because with part of his mind he realized this was precisely what she was doing. He was totally and completely helpless – like a newborn babe lying in its crib with a cat on its chest about to suck the breath from its body.

"Ohhhhhh… myyyyy Godddhhhh… hhhhaaaannnnnggghhhhaaaagggghhhh!" he bellowed, and it was his last shout before the violence of his release from this unbearable delight made him black out. His mind went totally blank as his lust-tensed testicles reached the limits of human endurance, exploding jet after seething jet of sperm into her insatiably sucking depths, draining him for what felt like forever.

"That was nice for starters," Ann said to him, waiting for his convulsive jerking to gradually subside as his hoarse panting diminished. Her cunt gave his rapidly shriveling little cock one final squeeze and then she imperiously ordered, "Fuck me!"

"Oh my God! I can't!" he gasped. "I can't!"

He flopped off her and rolled to the side as Ann said to Judy, "What kind of a bum did you bring me? What the hell do I need with Mr. Softy?"

"Give him time to recover," Judy said to her. "I think you'll find him very adequate."

"I hope so," Ann yelled.

So do I, Bert thought.