Head and Tail Sex - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne - ebook
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Head and Tail Sex

CHAPTER ONE"Come on, baby, we're almost home," I said to the little blue coupe and opened her up as the Nevada border sign flashed past.Wonder how fast I'm going to get to Vegas? What the hell am I doing it for, anyway? Why did McGraw pick me?Special Assignment: the words sloppily printed beneath the memo from the desk of managing editor Ross McGraw.Christ, why me? Why the fuck does McGraw figure I need a break? I'm really happy just doing the astrology columns for the Sunday supplement.A buzz came up from the dash. Oh no, I thought. Car, don't you go letting me down now. But it was only the speedometer cable as the pointer passed a hundred and ten and locked on the post at the end.Come on, baby, there's plenty in you yet, so don't go pooping out on me when I got a whole goddamn story up there to do.Up ahead in Vegas was the Big Man himself: Berle Bellows. At least he was supposed to be there-no one knew for sure. And McGraw had picked me, Philly Boy Carmichael, out of the weed patch of the ladies' pages and sent me after Big Man Bellows.There I was just getting along swell. Doing a long night once a week to meet the deadline and every Monday morning showing up for payday. When the eagle shits on the first day of the week, baby, the week looks mighty long ahead, so you can bet your sweet ass I wasn't going to miss a payday. After a year of that I just had enough together to pop for this little buggy and I was looking forward to another carefree year of tooling around the town without an awful lot to do. But then that fuckhead McGraw had to go and louse things up by sending me out after Bellows."Philly Boy," he had said when I'd gone to his office to check out the mistake. "Philly Boy, it's time you took on something more than Mars and Venus. Don't you think so?""But, Ross." I was gulping for an excuse but still unable to overcome the tone of faith he managed to sandwich into his argument."But nothing, Philly Boy." He grated his yellow teeth around the huge cigar clenched beneath his moustache. He must have started growling his words as a cub reporter in order to make the older hardheads listen to him. And then, I guess he just fucking forgot how to use his vocal cords in a normal tone. Strange old dude."Get your ass out there to Vegas and tell me what the future of Berle Bellows looks like or get your ass onto the streets! Is that clear, Philly Boy?" He could, however, make those damn vocal cords roar when he got tired of growling. So, what could I do when he put it so subtly? I agreed and turned to go."Listen! You dumb punk. Do this one right and there'll be five grand and a byline to boot. Fuck it up and you better forget being a newspaperman."Yeah? Fuck you. I started to say so out loud when that sweet bundle of money he'd mentioned broke through to my consciousness and stepped between my wrath and my new car. The car I couldn't swallow-so I put down my pride. "Don't worry, Mac. If I fluff it, something will become of me yet. I'm not so sure I want to be a reporter, anyway. But since you're laying down the law, you better have a loose pen when the story comes in, 'cause you see, I don't mind the astrology routine one fucking bit. It helps me get through the week.""Yeah," drawled McGraw, puffing furiously, "don't get too far out in space, kid. It'll be a long time 'fore you're gonna get to the moon."Fuck you, McGraw. I'm already on the moon and so is Berle Bellows. Before I'm going to become so involved in that man's life that I need him to survive-you can suck my cock.I was so involved in reliving that Grade B movie dialogue which I somehow always managed to fall into with that bugger McGraw that I nearly missed seeing the city limits sign as it introduced the Strip.Man, I wondered, what words could describe these electric titans using neon for blood? They battle like quick moving dinosaurs for the vegetation of money. It's a good thing money doesn't grow on trees, or the monsters would really eat themselves extinct again.Christ, Carmichael! I had to laugh at myself. Have the doom beasties finally jumped in and started rattling your frig gin' little-brain? You start to think about devouring giants so soon on this one and you ain't getting anywhere near Bellows. You've got to slip in on him nice and easy. That's why you chose the Ferris Wheel to stay at, remember? As well as the symbology of the name. Just got to own up to those little writer's indulgences every once in a while.Jesus. How am I gonna tell a story about a man when I don't really give a mother fucking goddamn what he does? It's enough that he simply is.All right, Philly Boy, knock off the Socratic bullshit and watch what's going on about you, I reprimanded myself as I was forced to wheel the Porsche speedster hard into the parking lot beneath the giant spinning neon of the big Ferris Wheel."Put her somewhere where she won't get bumped 'cause she's a cream puff at the skirts," I said to the parking lot cat.He grinned like he knew just how it felt and said he would.All right! Things are starting good!I stuck the ticket into my wallet for safekeeping and slipped a fin to the dude. When I turned back, my bags were disappearing through the frosted glass doors.Christ, these guys don't miss a tip. But fuck it. I'm on expenses and McGraw can go jerk if he don't like the count ... Cool off, Philly Boy. After all, McGraw did say to stay on your toes. And Vegas ain't kid stuff.Okay. So what did he want to go and send a kid like me for?I was still mulling that one around when I got to the front desk. The clerk was talking to the bellboy, telling him what must have been my room number: "364.""Ah, Mr. Carmichael. Welcome to the Ferris Wheel."Now, how the hell did he know my name? The bag tags. I answered my own question just as my eye caught a blonde, angling her way over to the desk."Uh, any messages for me?" I was looking the blonde over real good and what I saw was looking just fine. Man, I would have bet her ass could twitch up a mighty fine piece of tail.The clerk leafed through the message box while I took a long time studying her curves.Her hair was like honey where it fell about her shoulders in a cascade of shiny curls. Long tanned flanks with just a hint of cords along her thighs played out neatly sculptured calves from a hip-swinging walk that was all sex. Her tits were bobbing about like juicy, ripe cantaloupes beneath a face full of soft lips and big eyes with a ski jump nose taking off between."Nothing, sir," the clerk finally answered me."Wanna bet?" I wisecracked and watched his face brighten when he saw what I'd been eyeing.She reached the desk beside me and I timed my question to the clerk with a level gaze into her eyes: "What room am I in?" My mind implored her to fall under the number's spell."364, sir."I thought I saw a flicker of understanding flutter through her eyes.Her cat's-eye green, steady gaze looked back at me with humor at my attempt to be suavely direct."I've sent your bags ahead, sir. So if you'd like to leave the boy something you can safely leave it with me," the clerk said. He had a way of interrupting my train of thought.He slid the key across the black slate of the registry desk and I handed him a buck. The blonde didn't seem interested in how much, although she was still looking expectantly at me."It looks as if you've got nothing to do but buy me a drink, Phil Carmichael," she said. I did a double-take. How the hell did she know my name? Her face looked like a Cheshire cat as she grinned back at me."No. You buy and I tell your fortune from the cards." Of course, I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about, but Jesus, what in hell was I supposed to say the way she'd come on?"I'll buy, all right. But you can damn well tell your fortunes some other place."Christ, she sure prickles easily, I thought, wondering if Bellows had something to do with the way she felt. Oh no, you don't, boy. You're not here to write the ballad of the sad cafe. Although if this babe was a hooker she sure didn't wear a sign advertising the fact.She came on like a hot free animal when she was in motion. "Ross McGraw's my uncle-just for your information file, Mr. Reporter Man." Her eyes sparkled with the groan that must have passed across my puss."That's too bad.""What's the matter, Phil? A little incest never hurt anyone."I had to admit she had a point. Besides, I never was one to play hard to get. "Let's get that drink.""Why not take them in your room," she suggested matter-of-factly. "Besides, that way you'll run into Bill, the bellboy, and you can tip him for carrying your bags. That buck you threw away'll never see him."Well, it seemed like she knew her way around a lot better than I did walking into such a sucker play. So with a snarl at the clerk's back for the trick, I let her take my arm and lead me off down the hall.We found Bill just coming back out of the elevator, and I spotted him a twenty for a fifth of Scotch and soda and told him to keep the change.He must have had a case stashed on each floor, because almost before the door closed behind us he knocked and handed me a bucket of ice and the two bottles, telling me the opener was on the back of the bathroom door."What's your first name, Ross's niece?" I asked as I opened the Scotch and poured two fingers in a pair of glasses. "Here," I said, handing them over to her. "Put some ice in these.""Linda." She was obviously enjoying my wondering what the hell she was up to. I'm no Don Juan. But then, I'm not a pipsqueak, either. Some chicks go for my kind of plug-ugly looks. Iron gray sticks off my head like spikes, and below my rather low brow sit two ironic gray eyes. My nose is kind of gnarled, but otherwise my face is okay. Yeah, regular lady killer, ain't you? That what this chick's doing here?"Tell me, Linda. Are you another black sheep in the McGraw clan off here in Vegas on a holiday? Or what do you want, anyway?""To help you get your story, of course.""Whose idea? Yours or McGraw's?" Slowly, I finished splashing soda into the glasses and twirling the ice with my finger."His.""What if I said that the only kind of help I need from you is the kind you supply in bed?""You get right to the point, don't you?" She set the glass aside. I started hoping like mad.She held my gaze with her eyes while her fingers began to play their way down the front of her green knit dress. While one hand opened the buttonholes, the other took a plaid scarf from her hair and shook it free. She was taunting me -but only slightly."So do you, I see." And unable to help myself, I lowered my eyes to the curves she was revealing. A thin ivory line was the only flaw in the picture of her melon-shaped breasts when the knit swung back and those luscious firm globes were free. Christ. This was the oldest hustle in the world and I couldn't help but look. Her tits were like strawberry sundaes and right then I decided to be a greedy little boy."As I said before, I'm supposed to help you get your story-and if that's where you want to start, well ..." She paused as if there was nothing more to say.I wasn't in any mood for talking, anyway. Not with her tits popping out before my eyes and the triangle of blonde muff that I could see bulging in her bikini panties.This little number knows all the tricks, I thought as I set my drink down and went over to be kissed. Her tits crushed against my chest and felt like balloons. Christ, but I mean she just fitted against me like she had been made for this moment and her lips devoured mine hungrily. She was taking slow, teasing little bites, rolling her hot wet tongue through my mouth and almost driving me wild.There were no more thoughts of her being there for any other reason than because she was a woman and I was a man."I didn't come here to buck the odds, anyway," I whispered roughly in her ear after coming up for air."I'm not part of the odds, Philly Boy." She was breathing deeply and her voice was already husky with sex. She started tonguing my ear. I didn't want to get into anything but her pants at that point, so I let the conversation die.It wasn't too difficult, either, with her luscious tits pressing into my chest and that beautiful little fur patch between her legs grinding against my prick. But she kept her tongue at my ear and started mewing low and slow, like she was a kitten licking a dish of cream. She purred in my ear until all I could hear was her tongue scraping the hollows of my eardrum.I squinted, trying for a minute to see out of something besides my hard-swelling cock. Since I didn't want to give the wrong impression to this babe, I said: "How long can you stay?""As long as you want," she mewed real cute and low."Mama, that's just what I wanted to hear you say!""But let's not plan any further than right now, lover man." Her fingers were following the row of button down my shirt front, spinning them out one by one. Kittenish, her tongue licked out and caressed my chest. When her hands reached the waistband of my trousers, she yanked the tail of my shirt out and danced away. She stood with her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips. Running a slow tongue over her full ruby lips, she said, "Take it off, Philly Boy. I want to see just what I'm getting today."Now, I'm no prude, you dig? But this kitten's got me going some. She was saying exactly what I'd been wanting to hear all my life. And man, she was a mother fucking knockout to boot. With a quick kick like she was jumping through a hoop, she skimmed her pants off and lay back on the bed to enjoy the show.That bright blonde vee just kept staring up at me and it seemed to get wet and wild right before my aching eyes. I couldn't help but stare right back as I began unbuttoning my pants.The gray-brown borders of her light pink cunt seemed to flower a little when she got a peek at my rod. I could dig it. It's really great, at that, to look at that monument with the red-brown crown of hair at its base. Man, I couldn't wait for the face of that little man between my legs to kiss into the lips of her steaming box.Without thinking further about it I sandwiched the cuffs of my pants between my toes and took one leg off at a time. The tail of my shirt was still flapping about my hips and obstructing the lady's view, so without an awful lot of flexing I got rid of the shirt, too.If this chick could get down to it fast, you bet your ass so could I. I knelt down like a serf and licked her snatch. And it tasted sweet as a bitch, you know what I mean.Then I felt her legs come up around my ears, and they were silky, the way they grazed my ear lobes and then pressed gently. My head was encased by her legs, and it was like her pussy just shaped its way to my mouth in a perfect kiss. I was just scarfing away before I knew it, laying switches to her hips with my tongue. It was a blast furnace in there and it was all I could do to tongue the fire out, dig?Her legs were locking tighter about my head and I was eating up a heat in her hips. You can imagine what my ears heard with the bumping brigade her hips were grinding out. Thinking to settle her down a little for some serious cunnilingus, I reached up and around her thrashing hips and grabbed two handfuls of tit. My palms felt her nipples spring into life as my shoulders lifted her ass and caused her head to fall back on the bed, and I cranked them on.I could feel ripples of pleasure running down her body while her hips struggled, impaled on my kisser. It looked like it was going to be quite a struggle when our eyes locked together and there was that Cheshire cat again. She had me gagged. But, who wanted to talk?I let my tongue do all the talking for me as I told her this was my kingdom and I was here to stay. But whatever it was that was kittenish about her came out now like a raging cat and she wanted to struggle me down.Well, as soon as I saw that, I knew the only place for so much madness was the sweet cave of her mouth around my cock. Whatever bitch she had in her could work itself out right down there-since I was a Leo in any event.The thought must have transmitted itself as a very clear picture to Linda's head because I saw her eyes change. She lowered the lids slowly and made her mouth a pouting heart. Out of the hole in the middle crept her pink tongue-tip, testing its way like a snake. It was both bitchy and beautiful the way she did it.Suddenly I thought, who is this chick anyway?What I wanted for an answer was this cunt's tongue sucking my hose with those greedy lips. And here she was making the most sexy acceptance speech with her beautiful face. But then, just as if the words that passed between us on our thought waves had been the only thing happening, her drumming hips broke in on my thoughts and she came.And I couldn't scarf it up fast enough. It was like my tongue was body-surfing in pussy froth that tasted like a root beer float. I lapped it up glass-clean. The blow job could wait.When I finally surfaced, her legs had relaxed around my head and I could hear her purr with relish. I kissed my way up her belly to those strawberry sundae breasts where it seemed to be a good place to rest.I let my tongue lick idly out on a breast tip and wet the little bud, and then let my weight sink into her body below. She didn't like the crush and her hand said so with a push on my forehead. But when I looked into her eyes as I landed on my back, that same Cheshire smile played through them. Only this time, it looked more like my cock was going to be the mouse and she just loved to play before the kill.Well, that may have been what her mind's eye saw but what she actually saw when her face came near the length of my timber was a different story. You might have some notion of her surprise. Before this kitten was going to be eating any mice she had to suck a tree down to size. She smiled with surprised delight up at me, but I was cool.With my leg sneaking under her firm fleshy self, I urged her to wrap her body around it. She snuggled her crack down over the kneecap and I felt her breasts' rubbery crush as they tried to sandwich the hunk of my thigh. Her hand took my meat and led the head to her lips where she tickled a kiss up the slit with her tongue, all the while looking into my eyes.With everything in her she told me that she was meant to suck cock, and I believed her. She was.First, like blowing a woodwind musical instrument, she reefed her lips around the head of my dong and wet it with a lick. Her tongue tested the glands as a niche to take hold in; then she sucked the bulb into her mouth with a plop.Christ, what an inferno! It was electric with head. Her teeth just seemed to fit over the head of my mountainous prick as it slipped inside. Her mouth was open nearly as wide as it could be and the slick purple bulb nearly filled it up. But then she surprised me. She laid her tongue back up in a bunch at the base of her throat and tickled the glands: flick, flick, flick. Then like a lasso her tongue spun around the distended head and wet it slick as I started a stroke.Her teeth scraped my skin, so I paused while she widened her mouth and sucked the under-edges of her lips between her teeth and the shank of my cock. All the while that snake of a tongue in her mouth was licking the head of my joint and I was building up steam like a ram. I tested a stroke and found that her lips rolled like a rubber washer between the skin and her teeth. As I steamed I thought, My God! she's almost too good to be true! She was copping my joint like a suction cup while her tongue seemed to fuse my dynamite.I rammed the shaft into the writhing cavern of her mouth and her eyes literally bulged. Her hands came up around the shank of my cock and she hung on while pulling it back out of her mouth. It was as if there were elastic in her lips, because no matter how hard I rammed my pole into her face, it felt like it was poking a taut rubber band. And her tongue went on licking the tip with absolutely wicked pleasure. I felt like my hips were attached to a timpani with my umbilical cock and each stroke I took caused her tongue to beat out a series of drumming rolls.Time became only a matter of licks between the spokes of her liquidy eyes and the carouseling of her mouth on my thrusting cock. Like a beautiful child she looked wide-eyed at me from a bobbing merry-go-round horse. The blood pulsing in my cock was enormous and her face told me she could feel the throbs thicken. Her expression became pure lust.I watched her cat's eyes become stellar in their depth and the golden greed was just a star among many galaxies of treasures. I felt the deep-heated boilings urge up below my balls and I closed my eyes and rocked my hips like a snapping whip. I came just that quick. And with each lusty gob her tongue centered itself at the spout of my dick and splashed the semen around the roof of her mouth while her throat worked voraciously.I imagined I could see the white sauce fanned to a slick coating around the tunnel of her working throat and I steamed my cock straight ahead, wanting to hear her scream around my prick face. Still she wouldn't submit but rather swallowed the whole dick until the bulb throbbed deep in her throat. Somewhere deep within the waves of my mind-blowing orgasms I reflected on what appeals to me about girls wearing throat chains. The bobble of their Adam's apple has such a pussy look I'm ready to cream in my jeans on the spot. What was happening now in Linda's throat was something like that.I could always buy her a necklace, I thought.When finally I was spent, lying back breathing kind of long and slow, Linda asked, "Ever suck a cock, Philly Boy? You don't know what you're missing if you haven't, let me tell you."I groaned aloud with the absurdity of the thought."What's the matter? Do these little nuts ache?"