Chapter 4

Veronica woke early the next morning and quickly looked all around her. She was amazed to see that she'd been so exhausted by her imaginary romps (which were in substance physically very real) that she'd fallen asleep on the rug in her front room. She was still nude and her tits were pink from all the woman handling. The doorbell began to ring, but the girl made a quick decision. She'd go on a total durge this weekend--no visitors, no going out, no diversions--and wouldn't let. Anything--not even an opportunity for the real thing--get in the way of her solo dance.

She thought quickly: there were several possibilities; from preparing a lazy breakfast, complete with eggs and toast; to taking another shower and preparing her own body for the coming festivities; from getting right down to some heavy action with the electric cock; to just letting her imagination take her any old place that it might.

Veronica decided upon the latter, and her first thought was that she hadn't quite settled the score with John the Con. She restaged that party complete with its orgiastic ramifications, but now she wanted more of the same, more group sex, more kinky experimenting which would go beyond any thing which ever happened with one of the boys from her funky office.

Immediately she imagined calling John and laying it right on him: listen, she would say. Don't you think we should go to another party tonight, just like last night. If he acted hurt that he didn't get on in the real action, she would just say it was his own fault; if he said he had enough of her wild ways, she would say that he owed it to himself to let her teach him a few things; if he said that he couldn't take any more of such hot action, that he was too timid, she'd tell him she'd make a man out of him. To make a long story short, when a young woman with a dildo, and with a vivid imagination, is painting her own sex scenes, she doesn't have many obstacles to overcome, and within minutes Veronica orchestrated a car scene, John driving, and herself helping with directions for their second hot party in two nights.

"Listen," he said, "I don't know many of the people."

"Come off it John. You have to get over your own shyness-- where's it going to get you?"

He didn't answer which didn't matter since they were rapidly approaching the affluent home which would be the scene of the crime. John pulled into the driveway of a large ranch house, "Well, this is it." The host was already on the lawn ready to greet his guests, a good-looking blond man in his early thirties, middle height, wearing an open-necked shirt, tight flare pants and a pair of boots.

"How do you do," he said, "please come in. You know we have a special treat tonight; I have some footage which is just super, I mean, some fine portraiture, really fine portraiture, to say nothing of my treatment of intercourse, the best in naturalistic pornography." He led his new guests inside to his living room where he already had a projector set up and a large screen, much larger than your average home movie screen. "Listen, Don's in the other room smoking some grass, which is okay be cause he's seen this stuff--oh, you two are welcome to some if you like, but as a personal favor, I would appreciate it if you'd hold off until after the viewing, because you'll appreciate it more this way. Okay, why don't we begin."

Two other women, Bernice and Lu, watched the screen which began in complete darkness, then became more light until the form of a torrid blonde was visible, riding on something, as her body was moving up and down. Soon, somehow, the director managed to have her clothes magically stripped from her body as if by the wind, first blouse, then bra, until her torso was naked (or at least all of it which was visible from the waist up) at which point great gusts of wind blew against her so that her breasts were pushed up and down and her hair went back, pulled off her forehead.

Veronica was incredibly turned on by this. For that matter, she hadn't been to many porno flicks, even though she could have gone many times in the past. It was just that the guys from the office she'd gone out with never seemed to go for that sort of thing, unless it was due to the fact that Vern herself was so inhibited. But the images Veronica imagined the director creating, basking in her own sensuality and the physical sensations of the wind, made her want not only to be in the picture with the woman, but to make love to her.

The picture continued and now the camera angle moved into a subjective shot from the woman's point of view, looking down, so that she could see the man she was mounting, none other than the film maker. Bill. Bill pushed his head into her face, then buried his cock into her cunt, a close-up of his face showing his mouth open and his eyes alive with pleasure. Finally, locked in each other's loins, the couple turned over and over, rolling around some downward slope which didn't seem to have a bet torn.

Veronica imagined watching the two women watching the film.

Bernice: Bernice was a dark type, tanned and healthy, but in her own way quite exotic. Her breasts were nothing less than huge, proudly bulging under her sweater like two balloons, round and full. She looked as if she'd been manufactured expressly for sex, for enjoying a full-time romp with men, with boys, with girls and especially with women. Her arms were folded on her lap, a lap which looked like it had to contain the hottest, wettest, most fulsome and desirable cunt in town. She proudly had her legs stretched out in front of her body, legs which were curved like few others, thin from the thigh down but not meager, just long and lean enough to accentuate her womanly contours, all lines leading upwards until the eye is inevitably lead to her alluring pussy, covered by a short dress, but somehow promising to be naked as soon and as completely as possible. Her black hair fell down on her shoulders, in front of her chest, and finally moved outward with the curve of her bosom, hair which looked like it could advertise for a beauty dressing, shimmering, the kind of hair that a man wants to shoot his wad into, the kind of hair which could be intermingled with a man's nuts, with his cock, with his own pubic hair, the kind of hair which, as the rest of her body, was made for sex.

Lu: Lu was the blonde in the room, and if Bernice's breasts can be termed gigantic, Lu's were at the least, extra-large (not quite as mammoth as her friend's, but no small tomatoes either). Lu looked like she was ready to get it from every angle: her mouth, open and expectant, her arms, wrapped around her own torso just below the breasts which made them stick out even further; her eyes, wide and full, the pupils expanded to maximal opening. This was a specimen of a woman, a shining, radiant beauty, ready to pull down her pants and display to any willing partner--be it female or male--that she was every bit as good in bed as she looked.

Meanwhile, the film kept flashing in front of the viewers, a scene of now three naked forms rolling and romping together until finally coming to a sudden halt, entwined within each other's limbs. There were two males and the one woman, both men anxiously feeling her body, perhaps competing to be the first one inside of her enticing cunt. The woman spread her legs and exposed her pulsing pussy, creating an opportunity which neither of the men ignored, pushing their full, heavy cocks in that direction. But one clearly but the other, so the loser brought his cock up toward the woman's mouth as she was being penetrated down below. She groaned out at first when she was entered, then composed herself as she took the other man's cock in her mouth. She was on her back now, her body covered from the waist down by the man fucking her, his legs plastered against her own, his arms stretched out on each side of her body, his mouth open in pure ecstasy. The other man was on his knees and managed to point his cock directly down at her, positioning the stem so that eating it was as simple as a tilt of the head, an opening of the mouth, and a good suck emanating from within. There was no dialogue, no sound, but its dream-like qualities made it one of the sexiest sights Veronica had ever witnessed--and to think that it was all purely the product of a masturbatory imagination.

Harder and faster the two men stuck their peckers into the respective openings, engorging her with their manhood. She could not even cry out if she had wanted to, for her mouth was entirely filled with that hairy hobo, pressing fervidly, passionately into her orality. Oh, fuck her, Veronica thought, fuck her until she begs you to stop. She imagined what it would be like to have the exclusive use of two men like that, one of them concentrating on her pussy, the other lathing her breasts, or giving her some mouth action like in the picture. She imagined how exciting it would be to draw two erect penises up to her face and feel them against her lips, then compare them for size, for hardness, for consistency as well as the parameters of visual effect (color, form, design). Yes, it would be sheer heaven, an ultimate in sexual experiments.

But she had no desire to cut the movie off at such an early stage. She glanced at Lu who was obviously just as enraptured as herself, then at Bernice, whose very eyes seemed glued to the screen, but not wishing to miss out on the action herself, Veronica set her imagination exclusively on the screen once again.

There was a close-up of one of the guy's faces. He was grimacing now and looked desperate, had that expression that all men have right before coming--of pleasure-pain, of almost going out of their minds. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed it against her tits and just as suddenly and jerkily as his motions, his cream poured all over her nicely rounded tits, first several drops, then larger drops, which drooled down the sides of her spheres and made her very nipples glisten. She watched in wonderment as the guy's cock seemed to get even harder still, filled with fluids, ejecting its own plea sure stuff, grown to a size almost beyond the maximum capacity. She imagined the strength of the male orgasm, so different from the female--one huge intensive spurt which could dissolve the strongest man's energy, make him the innocent victim of any woman's whimsies. Oh, she'd like those two cock-suckers to be her slaves. She fantasized having them tied up, their huge cocks bulging as she shamelessly stimulated them, then dropped their trousers and stripped them of their underwear; she imagined blowing them as they impotently attempted to bring up their knees and push back her face but were prevented by the ropes tied just below their groins; she imagined the confusion on their faces as they hopelessly gave way to passion although they attempted to hold themselves back, for what is more humiliating than to be raped, to be captive of a female.

But such fantasy dissolved under the dominant motif of the fucking movie, the sexy celluloid which held untold fancies and limitless perspectives and angles. A low-angle shot showed the woman just as she turned over on her side and exposed her fantastic buns, two perfectly shaped spheres, parted smoothly by a crack which displayed just the bottom side of her furry pussy. It was a delicate, torrid, and all too exciting pose, especially for the man who had taken his cock from her cunt, and was yet to come. Come on, Veronica thought, come on her now, take that fantastic pecker and come right in her cunt, giving all you've got to that broad.

And this is precisely what followed, the stud sticking his rod right into her cunt as they lay on their sides, the other gentleman falling to the side exhausted, holding his rapidly wilting cock between his fingers, wrenching out the final few drops of come. Fuck him, Veronica thought, fuck him all the way you bitch. The woman looked a little mad at this point, already well into her second orgasm as she brought her second man to his first. Faster, harder they fucked and then began to turn on their sides. Good cinema, thought Veronica. The couple was rapidly working up to a fever pitch, a frenzy of excitement as the other man looked on, as a room filled with horny people witnessed their machinations. It got even more energetic, and the man started to rub the woman's breasts, harder and faster, furiously, until his body lurched into a tight spasm, his face reddening, his legs jerking Into a stiff position, his mouth opening in ecstasy.

As suddenly as it began, the film that Veronica composed in her imagination was over, the screen becoming white, Lu and Bernice looking ready for action, as Bernice fingered the sides of her huge breasts, eyeing the assorted men in the room, especially John and then, even Veronica.

"Well," she said, moving over to John, "I can tell you liked our little movie."

John was a little nervous at first, probably a bit in awe of her massive endowments, "Yes... loved it. I like a really hot piece of action."

Bernice was most direct, "Then I think you'll like me."

Before the man knew what was happening, he looked about and saw the two other men in the room began making it with two other women, which, for the moment, left a nice group of himself, Lu, Bernice, Vern, and then a guy who came over, introducing himself as Monty, a big, burly hulk of a man, already stripped to the waist. John moved over to Bernice and was given the visual go- ahead, which he promptly took advantage of by kissing the woman on her dark, hot lips, then feeling the firm flesh on her back, excited by the brassiere strap which he knew would soon be loosened and pushed out of the way. He began to rub the flesh on her back, then up her sides above the hip and just below the waist.

Meanwhile, Monty moved over to Veronica in order to get acquainted. Veronica liked the prospect as he was a big, aggressive type and would waste no time on the amenities, no small talk, no beating around the bush, no light drink or nibble of food be fore getting down to business, just hot fuck action. He immediately kissed her on the lips as Lu looked on, evaluating the woman's performance, as if deciding on if she was worthy of her own amorous interests. That's the way Vern liked to imagine things. Her imagination was being honed to a fine point where she could almost effortlessly conjure all types of images, and even better than that, the details of sexuality--the sizes and shapes of bodies, the nuances of behavior, the detail of genitals, almost as if she were there herself.

She imagined, could really feel, the poignant taste of the brute's lips as he aggressively, almost roughly, drew her to him and pursed his own kisser on top of hers, rubbing her back, feeling her big bet tom with the palm of his hand, which almost moved upward into her womanhood, but teased around the area. Vern felt like moaning out but controlled herself as the man brought her body closer to his own, until she could feel the bulge in his pants swelling, growing as it pushed against her own body, a development which almost drove her wild with passion, which made her want to push her body against his, yank down his pants, then really go at his hot member, with touches, pushed, yanks, pulls and pushes, and finally--and this would be best of all--hot sucks.

"Baby, I can see you don't fool around."

Encouraged, Veronica positioned her body even closer to the man's until he could feel her full breasts crushing against his chest, sense her hot breath on his face, on his neck and then on his shoulder as the hot woman really got down to business.

Meanwhile, Bernice was giving hot action to John. She moved over to the couch and removed the man's shirt, toying with the hair on his chest. As if to even the score, but really giving him by far the better deal, she removed her blouse and exposed her chest, complete with two spheres held in place by a low-cut and extremely sensual bra. "Go ahead," she encouraged, "kiss them, kiss my big, fat tits."

John pursed his lips and for a second just paused to take in the sights. He was aware that Vern and Monty were already a step ahead of him, Vern lying topless on her side on the rug, and Monty having his pants pulled down to his knees. But that was okay; this wasn't a competition. He preferred to bask in the sight and excite himself to the limit, slowly, but not languidly. His blood was almost boiling as he imagined what kind of nipples she had (small or large, red or pink, rounded or oval, large, huge, or medium, prickly or perfectly smooth, hard or spongy). "May I," he asked, but with the tone of a statement. He didn't have to wait for an answer, so he got down to business immediately. He unlatched the back of her brassiere. He slowly drew the cups down until her breasts were revealed, huge, glorious and magnificent. She had large button-shaped nipples, red and juicy, nipples which he immediately tongued and then covered with his own spittle. She liked that, liked that so much that she arched her back in order to put them in his face, arched her back in order to make her mammoth knockers appear even huger.

Then he pushed his head right into them, almost swimming in her endowments. "Ooh," she moaned out, "feel them all over, kiss my big tits." Without hesitation, John pushed the spheres together, then up and down, apart, together again, until he could see them at every angle, could feel their weight as they strained under his fondling. "You really know how to man handle a woman," she said, encouraging him further, enticing him by the tone of her voice and the enthusiasm of her body; by the look in her eye and the motion of her hand which was already making its way down to his cock; by the arch in her back and the very erection in both her nipples. "Come on John, why don't you make yourself nice and comfy--know what I mean."

John quickly began to remove his clothing: first his shirt, which was already entirely opened, then his trousers, and finally all his underwear. He noticed that he was still wearing his socks, which looked a little foolish, so he removed them quickly, bending over and exposing the back of his balls, distended and fat, as he bent over.

"Oh, John," she said, "you are a hulk." With that she moved over to him and shamelessly cupped his balls from the rear, touching a spot so sensitive that the big man almost yelled out and jumped forward more than a few inches. "Come now, I know you can take it." She moved closer to him, and this time took hold of his balls with her palms, squeezing them gently, then harder, until he held her hand in a motion for her to have mercy. "Got you by the balls so to speak, don't I." After she eased up, she began to stroke his shaft, from the bottom or the base, up ward to the middle, finally right to the sensitive tip, and just under the glans. "You like that," she said demurely, "I know you like that." This broad was the sexiest thing Vern bad conjured ever, kind of an ultimate in womanly power, the kind of woman no man in his right mind could walk away from, especially when she looked him straight in the eye and seemed to call out to him, to deliver her entire message: look, I'm hot and available and want some real action, so if you have the guts I have the pussy. That's the way Veronica had always wanted to be, and she realized that she'd invented close to her feminine idol. Bernice pushed her breasts into the man's chest once again, "Why not taste my lower parts?" she knew this was an offer John would quickly honor, probably without hesitation in answering (no need for confirmation when a lady is so fabulously available).

He yanked her panties entirely off, basking his eyes in the sight of her jet black pubic surprise. She sported a perfect "V" which dominated her lower portion, an area which looked all the more attractive the way she charmingly pushed her legs together and made him want more than anything to have her spread, to expose her beautiful pussy so he could get a nice whiff and even better, a terrific taste.

John moved down. Soon she was on the floor, sitting on her buns, propping her body up by her elbows, her knees flush together. John took a hold of those knees, one in each hand, and pushed them slowly apart. At first, he could see only half-way down her legs, then further, until a portion of her magnificent pussy was visible, then more, until she could be seen in all her splendid, crimson, juicy, sexy glory. She was a nymphet, no doubt, a veritable goddess of sensuality.

John opened his mouth slowly. That's the way Veronica chose to picture it: a slow-motion, almost painful sequence of lips parting, of tongue slowly moving outward, of body lurching forward, of busty Bernice spreading her legs as far as they would go, of John finally making ecstatic contact with her womanly inner tissues.

"This is too much," Veronica said to Monty as she noticed the kind of action which was taking place.

"Oh, yeah, she's known for her talents if you know what I mean. But I think you could give her a run for her money. Ever make it with a broad?"

"Not quite like that one."

"Well, knowing this bitch the way I do, I can tell you that she'll be plenty hungry herself after your boy's feast--not that he's not giving her a nice little treat--but you know, the girl's got quite an ap petite."

"Do you think she'd like to make it with me?"

"I've seen her make it with chicks who looked a lot less talented than yourself. Sure, I saw the way she looked you over, the way she eyed you on top and on bottom, the way she caught sight of that fabulous turning of your hips as you walked across the room. That's the real go-ahead."

Complimented, her confidence boosted, Vern said, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what'll happen, won't we?"

Just then, the bitch started to moan out, obviously overcome with John's technique, his oral action sucking, taking her beyond the bounds of propriety and into the hinterland of animal lust, the jungle-like craving of a desire gone beyond all civilized restraint.

She looked like she'd do anything to keep him going, that she was beyond all limits of restraint.

"Come on baby, suck my cunt, suck my fucking cunt."

Vern liked to see her language degenerate--and that's why she orchestrated this entire fantasy sequence in such a manner-- because it added to the abandon. Her theory had it that if you scratch the surface of the most civilized, high-brow broad, you can find a raging animal, foul-mouthed animal just underneath, waiting to be released from the imprisonment of clothing and manners. Bernice was at that point searching a way to enhance her al ready mounting frenzy. She settled upon Vern and gave her one of those visual green lights which says, come over here you bitch, and suck my tits, feel them all over, do it to me the way this guy's doing it down below.

Almost hypnotized, Veronica walked over, aware of the weight of her own jugs, but aware even her endowments were not quite up to this bombshell's. She pushed her head downward until she was able to feel the woman's spheres with her chin. They felt marvelously firm, but not hard, in tact, but not lifeless, just the right mixture of soft and hard, pliability and durability.

Within a few more minutes, Bernice was almost at the point of a big "0." Hut that would be no problem. She was so sexed, so fired up, that she was good for multiple orgasms, for many sprees as she brought one guy and one broad after another to the point of ultimate excitement as they would be barely able to keep up with her. She must have been a bottomless pit of sex energy, Veronica thought, and she wondered if it related to having such a dynamite body. Probably not, she thought. After all, drive like this has to do with physiology, metabolism, nervous system and most of all psychology. It was just glorious coincidence that this bitch looked every bit as torrid as she most likely felt.

"Come on baby, do a real number on me."

With that bit of encouragement, Vern lowered her head all the way, stuck out her tongue, and felt the tip of Bernice's huge, erect nipple. It sent chills down our girl's back, exciting her no end. Veronica, who had rarely gotten a chance to suck tit, found the opportunity ultimately exciting, the perfect beginning for a real sex party. She could observe that Monty was being driven crazy by such action. He already had his clothes off and was sitting and watching with a huge boner, his cock grown to gigantic proportions, his face flushed with a sex blush.

Veronica knelt down and really got down to business. She kneaded the flesh of the huge tits, pushing them together, then apart, up and down, intermittently sucking and tasting the salty, sinuous skin of breast flesh, the best flesh.

"Suck them bitch," she said.

With that Veronica, who was well endowed herself, pushed her own knockers in the woman's face, an action which did not go unheeded. Now that the man was concentrating on Bernice's lower legs, Vern was able to straddle her, feeling her soft midsection make contact with her own soft pussy, encouraging the contact by pushing down harder with her weight. Basking in the sensations, Vern pushed her back down until her tits met Bernice's, breast to breast, nipples to nipples. Then she pushed into the woman's chest harder, until it was almost a contest to see whose tits would stay firmest under the onslaught, whose endowments had the most durability.

But at the very least it was a drag. They both stayed firm, and both ached for more.

"Come on bitch," she said, "you call that pressure."

With that, Bernice drew Veronica even closer until the woman thought she might push through the woman's very skin, but the effect was fantastic. Feeling completely absorbed in her own passion, entirely taken away by the excitement of it all, Vern just went with it with entire abandon. Meanwhile, the man below was not idle, and for that matter, Monty had difficulty merely staying at the sidelines. Monty came over and stuck his huge cock right in Veronica's line of vision. It was a difficult choice, two options posed in front of her, two almost perfect tits, and one, almost perfect cock. But decisions must be made quickly in an orgy, and Veronica decided upon a little jaunt back to heterosexuality, standing up with more than a little difficulty, but quickly getting into the swing of excitement with Monty who whisked her off to the comfortable corner of a large couch.

"Hope you liked the little movie."

"Yes, most unusual."

"What did you like the most about it?"

"Honest..."

"Of course," he interjected.

"I was really turned on, really turned on," she repeated for emphasis, "by one girl getting it by two guys."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, there's something really fantastic about seeing two guys going crazy like that."

"Do you think two guys are twice as good as one?"

"I think so, but you know, the way to learn... is by experience," she interjected.

Within seconds, Veronica imagined herself surrounded by Monty and Bill, both men desperate to get at her sensual body, determined to get at her, and lathe her with their passion. There is no embroidery of the tale to stress that the men were livid, almost mad with desire, pushing Vern almost brutally to the edge of the couch and then on the floor.

"Fuck her," Lu said, soon echoed by Bernice.

At this point, it would have been difficult to convince Vern that her scenario was illusory, for she wriggled about in her apartment, right on the floor, and could feel the men breathing on her, pushing their manly flesh against her.

The men's flesh was positively unctuous, lubricated with the secretions of their desire, beads of sweat, drops of sweat, engulfing them, making them swim in their own juices.

"Fuck her!" Bernice demanded more emphatically.

Encouraged, Monty brought down his frothy mouth to the environs of Vern's own oral orifice, gently parting her lips with his tongue, then pushing his own inside her mouth until she was ready to cry out in passion.

"Mmm, baby," he canted, "you know how to kiss. Where did you learn how to do that?"

But there was no time for chatter, no time to do anything outside of pure sex action--kissing, fucking, burning, churning, doing it--and doing it quickly.

"Ho, baby, do it," Monty said.

Bill was anxious to get into the action, so he took a remarkably ample portion of Veronica's tit inside of his mouth, sucking it inward, making it turn nice and pink, then red and crimson, straining the tender womanly tissues to the limit.

"Oh, oh, suck me, suck me all the way.

Veronica didn't want him to stop, didn't want him to do anything but make her go all the way.

Meanwhile, Monty took some definite moves to position the trio properly on the floor. Picture this scene: the man pushed Veronica on her ass so that she straddled across John, then finally stretched out on her marvelous buns, ready and expectant; John spread her legs, then pushed his nose up into her cunt, until he could smell her sweet pussy, then actually touch her inner folds, the red, wet, juicy portions of her pussy; meanwhile Monty took the top, moving slowly from the convoluted areas under her arms to the magnificent open planes of her abdomen and the mountainous sphericity of her melons.

John turned on his side, bringing Veronica over on hers, locking their hips together as Monty nestled on his side behind her: a triple sex sandwich.