Lust on the Loose (28 page)

'Honey, if you
want to be a model or a dancer you're right - it's too big. But if
you want to give a man something to hang onto in this crazy world
then it's perfect. I bet none of your itchy-fingered "uncles" have
ever complained.'

'I suppose
not.' Amanda grinned sheepishly and ran her hands up to her breasts
which were high and buoyant, each trembling orb topped by a cute
red nipple standing out like a ripe raspberry. 'And what about my
boobs?'

Betsy got to
her feet. 'Child, you're a walking wet dream and you know it. And I
can't hang around telling you you've got outstanding tits. How
about going to work?'

'What? Right
now?'

'Sure. I've
got a guy next door and we'll soon find out whether you've got what
it takes. You'll make money, too.'

'OK.'

'Good girl. I
have a hunch you'll be fabulous. Now, you need some pretty things -
let's see what might fit.' Betsy turned to a large chest in the
corner of the room and began to rummage through the drawers.

'Let's try
these,' she said, and helped Amanda put on a white lacy suspender
belt and matching stockings. The shoes she produced - elegant high
heels in white leather - were too big but both agreed that that
didn't matter much.

'That's
great,' said Betsy, 'from the waist down anyway. The white garter
belt sure sets off your little black muff. Let's see what else I
can find. Unfortunately you'll never get those bazookas into any of
my bras.'

She hunted
some more and found a diaphanous pink top that fell in a
tantalising gauzy screen over the girl's sumptuous tits.

'That'll do,'
Betsy pronounced, having made Amanda parade up and down the room.
She wobbled a bit in the unfamiliar shoes, setting her breasts
quivering, but Betsy knew that was no disadvantage where men like
Arnold were concerned.

'Two things
more,' said Betsy.

'Yes.'

'Do you like
big dicks?'

'You bet!'
Amanda nodded her head enthusiastically. 'What else?'

'Lose that
fucking gum. Forever.'

Tea at Brick
Tempo's apartment was not an elaborate affair. He produced a large
bottle of Thorny Cactus sour mash which he insisted that mother and
daughter Knickerbocker drink neat. Of course, they'd have drunk
neat bleach if he had asked them. In Billy's opinion the alcohol
did not excuse what followed, the women were so fired up by events
at Candy's that they were practically having orgasms just being in
the same room as Brick Tempo. Nevertheless, Joanna attempted to
observe the proprieties.

'It's so kind
of you to invite us, Brick. Superstars like you must be constantly
pestered by fans. It is a rare privilege for us to share a private
moment or two with you, isn't it, Nicole?'

'Oh
yes!
'
agreed the daughter.

'Believe me,
ma'am, the pleasure is all mine. I just love to meet my admirers,
that's how I learn about life. For instance, young lady, what
exactly does that slogan on your shirt mean?'

Nicole
pirouetted coyly, holding the T-shirt by its hem so all could see
the words and the formidable swell of flesh beneath. She took a
deep breath, 'Well—' she began.

Her mother cut in quickly, 'Nicky, don't you
dare!
'

'But,
Mummy...'

'I will not
have you haranguing poor Brick with your infantile politics on such
a nice afternoon.' Joanna turned to Brick, 'It's a badly made and
horribly expensive piece of designer tat that has caused countless
arguments in our house.'

Brick nodded
sagely then smiled at Nicole who was on the point of tears.

'I see,' he
said, 'but leaving politics aside it is rather unusual and I was
wondering if I could buy it from Nicole.'

Mother and
daughter regarded Brick curiously.

'I have a theory about clothes. I think fashion is a kind of
material memory, if you know what I mean. Take that vest. It
couldn't come from any other time or place in the history of this
planet. Julius Caesar would never have worn it nor Napoleon nor
even JFK, because it's a snapshot of
now
. Yes sir, I want it!'

Billy listened
to this speech with admiration. There was no need for Brick to go
through this elaborate charade to get Nicky's tits out into the
open but he could see that the singer was enjoying himself.

'I tell you
what,' continued Brick, bearing down on the open-mouthed girl, 'you
can have my shirt in exchange. Or my jeans - or any of my clothes.
Take your pick.' And he began to undress, unbuttoning his shirt and
pulling it off his broad bronzed torso.

'C'mon,
Nicky,' he roared, 'what are you waiting for?'

But the girl
was frozen to the spot, mesmerised by the sight of her idol kicking
off his cowboy boots and unzipping his jeans. He stopped when he
was down to a pair of pale blue briefs that barely covered the
straining bulge of his genitals. The bar of his big penis lay
sideways across the flat of his stomach, almost poking through the
material. He put his hands on his hips and gave a little pelvic
bump in Nicky's direction. 'Don't be shy, honey, take what you
want.'

Nicky swooned.
She pitched straight forward into Brick's arms and he lost no time
in peeling the T-shirt upwards and over her shoulders, at the same
time appearing to administer to her the kiss of life.

The two of
them stood there swaying in the middle of the room, joined at the
mouth. Nicky's big breasts bulged out at the sides as she ground
herself against Brick's chest, her arms wrapped around his
neck.

The coveted
T-shirt lay on the floor by Joanna's foot. Billy shot a glance in
her direction to see how the respectable society mother was taking
the sight of her half-naked daughter locked in the arms of one of
the era's most celebrated degenerates.

Joanna smiled
coolly back at Billy. 'She's not a bad girl really,' she said. 'I
think a little rebellion is to be expected at her age, don't
you?'

The teenage
rebel now had one hand on the waistband of Brick's briefs, clumsily
easing the elastic down over the stiff prong of Brick's cock. The
unsheathed pink glans sprung into view and Billy could have sworn
that Joanna's pupils grew twice as large at the sight. She gulped
hungrily at her Thorny Cactus as the girl's eager fingers delved
deeper to cup the singer's balls, revealing the thick stem of his
prick as she did so.

Joanna laid a
hand casually on Billy's knee. 'I'm so glad you could arrange this
little tea party for us. It was really very kind of you,
considering we had never met before.'

The hand slid
upwards to Billy's thigh.

'Well...' he
said, suddenly aware that Joanna's attentions were not, after all,
entirely unwanted, 'I'm bound to help any friend of Candy's.'

In front of
them Nicky's little shorts were being eased over her tight round
bum as Brick's big hands swiftly undressed her. Obviously the old
skills of girl-stripping had not deserted the rock star during his
years of deprivation.

Joanna's hand
had now unzipped Billy's trousers and his loins were alive with
anticipation as her cool fingers slipped inside his fly.

'I adore
Candy,' said Joanna, 'she does such good work, wouldn't you
agree?'

Billy agreed -
he'd have agreed to anything as Joanna's hand closed on him and
began to work the slippery skin of his foreskin back and forth
across the tingling head of his throbbing member.

In fact mother
and daughter were manipulating cock almost in unison, as Nicky
fingered Brick's big boner while Joanna wrapped her sweet fingers
around Billy's agitated stem.

By now Nicky
had been undressed down to her sheer black leggings which were
stretched taut over the prominent ovals of her buttocks, revealing
the pale gleam of white flesh beneath. The girl was on tiptoe,
still hanging onto Brick's neck with one arm, her mouth pressed
tight to his, wriggling her pelvis backwards and forwards. With a
stab of excitement Billy noticed that there was a large hole in the
crotch of her leggings through which, on the back thrust, he could
glimpse short gingery pubic curls and the glistening pink lips of a
well-lubricated vagina.

Brick's big
hands were roaming over the girl's ripe arse, squeezing and
kneading the pneumatic flesh, gripping the cheeks and pulling them
apart, then probing lower between her legs. With a grunt of
satisfaction he found the hole in the thin material and pushed a
thick forefinger within, straight between the lips of Nicky's
slippery pussy.

'Oh Mummy,'
she howled, 'he's got his finger right up my twat!'

'Nicole,'
replied her mother sternly, not breaking her rhythmic frigging of
Billy's cock, 'you know I told you never to use that word!'

'Sorry, Mummy,
but - ooh, he's found my clitty!'

'Nicky,
please!'

'But he's
rubbing my clitty - ooh, that's fantastic! Oh, Mummy I think I'm
going to come!'

'Don't be
disgusting!'

'But I can't
help it! Brick Tempo's got his finger up my cunt! He's rubbing my
clitty! Oh God, Brick Tempo's going to make me come. Oh, oh,
OH!'

And the
exquisite rounds of Nicky's bum, on a level with Billy's face as he
sat beside her mother on the sofa, jerked backwards and forwards in
a blur on the probing digits of Brick's big hand. Over her
shoulder, hidden from the tight-lipped but dexterous Joanna, Brick
grinned at Billy and winked.

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.'

'Cor, he's got
a big one!' shrieked Amanda in surprise. 'It's a fucking
monster!'