money?”
She laughed and fell down on the bed. She put her hand firmly around my cock. Slowly she began to massage it. “Too bad, we can’t fuck,” she said tauntingly.
“Why not?” I asked.
“I’ve got the curse,” she answered.
“So what’s the big deal?” I asked. “You can still suck me off.”
“Oh yeah, but what’s in it for me?” she said.
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it,” I said.
“All I get is a mouthful of salty cum, if that’s all we do,” she said.
“What do you mean if that’s all we do—you said you had the curse.”
“You can fuck me in the ass,” she said.
“You gotta be kiddin’,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve heard it’s painful for a girl.”
“It won’t hurt,” she said confidently, starting to take off her dress. “Just run down to the drugstore on the corner and get a jar of Vaseline.”
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Do you want to fuck or don’t you?” she asked sarcastically. “Yours is not the only cock in town.”
14
Kitty was the greatest. It was the first time I really understood how much she meant to me. I would do anything for her now. When I licked her ass, I knew it was the sweetest ass in town.
We stretched out naked in the bed. I was sweating bullets and I pulled a towel to dry me up. I smiled at her. “I love ass-fucking. It’s the first time I’ve ever done it. It’s really great.”
She looked at me. “Wash your prick,” she said. “It’s covered with Vaseline and it’s messy. When you finish, we’ll talk about what I get out of the seltzer business.”
“How come you never told me about ass-fucking before?” I asked.
“It’s not called ‘ass-fucking,’” she said angrily. “It’s sodomy. And that’s a bigger sin than fucking. I can’t even confess that to my priest.”
“If it’s that bad, why do you do it?”
“I’m crazy, I guess,” she answered. “I’m horny all the time and I can do anything I want with you because you’re Jewish and you don’t have to go to confession.”
“You mean you wouldn’t do it with another Catholic?” I asked.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” she said in an annoyed voice. “Clean up and let’s talk about business.”
I went to the bathroom and stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. A moment later she was in the shower with me. Before we were finished, I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at her. “Do you think that your father is looking for you?” I asked.
“My father’s out of town,” she answered. “It has to be someone for you.”
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I left her in the bathroom while I went to the door. “Who’s there?” I asked.
“Buddy, you asshole, open the door.” His voice sounded urgent through the door. “I’m in trouble, let me in.”
I opened the door. Buddy was standing there, still in his Sunday clothes from that morning. There were also two pretty black girls in their Sunday clothes standing beside him. I let them in and closed the door. “I have some Pepsis in the fridge,” I said. “Give me and Kitty a minute to get some clothes on.”
By the time we were dressed, Buddy and his girlfriends were at the kitchen table smoking and drinking up all of my Pepsis. Buddy had already met Kitty from the time she had stopped over at the counter when I was working.
He introduced the girls that were with him, Diana and Arietta. They were daughters of the reverend at his church. “I’ve got a big problem,” Buddy explained. “The reverend told me to take his girls home, and instead I took them over to my place. We smoked a little ganch and it got a little wild and we all screwed.”
I stared at him. “You screwed both of them?” I asked.
The girls giggled. “Why not?” he asked. “They both wanted it. Don’t forget, they’re sisters and they are used to sharing.”
“Oh, brother,” I said. “So why don’t you just take them home? There shouldn’t be any
She laughed and fell down on the bed. She put her hand firmly around my cock. Slowly she began to massage it. “Too bad, we can’t fuck,” she said tauntingly.
“Why not?” I asked.
“I’ve got the curse,” she answered.
“So what’s the big deal?” I asked. “You can still suck me off.”
“Oh yeah, but what’s in it for me?” she said.
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it,” I said.
“All I get is a mouthful of salty cum, if that’s all we do,” she said.
“What do you mean if that’s all we do—you said you had the curse.”
“You can fuck me in the ass,” she said.
“You gotta be kiddin’,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve heard it’s painful for a girl.”
“It won’t hurt,” she said confidently, starting to take off her dress. “Just run down to the drugstore on the corner and get a jar of Vaseline.”
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Do you want to fuck or don’t you?” she asked sarcastically. “Yours is not the only cock in town.”
14
Kitty was the greatest. It was the first time I really understood how much she meant to me. I would do anything for her now. When I licked her ass, I knew it was the sweetest ass in town.
We stretched out naked in the bed. I was sweating bullets and I pulled a towel to dry me up. I smiled at her. “I love ass-fucking. It’s the first time I’ve ever done it. It’s really great.”
She looked at me. “Wash your prick,” she said. “It’s covered with Vaseline and it’s messy. When you finish, we’ll talk about what I get out of the seltzer business.”
“How come you never told me about ass-fucking before?” I asked.
“It’s not called ‘ass-fucking,’” she said angrily. “It’s sodomy. And that’s a bigger sin than fucking. I can’t even confess that to my priest.”
“If it’s that bad, why do you do it?”
“I’m crazy, I guess,” she answered. “I’m horny all the time and I can do anything I want with you because you’re Jewish and you don’t have to go to confession.”
“You mean you wouldn’t do it with another Catholic?” I asked.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” she said in an annoyed voice. “Clean up and let’s talk about business.”
I went to the bathroom and stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. A moment later she was in the shower with me. Before we were finished, I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at her. “Do you think that your father is looking for you?” I asked.
“My father’s out of town,” she answered. “It has to be someone for you.”
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I left her in the bathroom while I went to the door. “Who’s there?” I asked.
“Buddy, you asshole, open the door.” His voice sounded urgent through the door. “I’m in trouble, let me in.”
I opened the door. Buddy was standing there, still in his Sunday clothes from that morning. There were also two pretty black girls in their Sunday clothes standing beside him. I let them in and closed the door. “I have some Pepsis in the fridge,” I said. “Give me and Kitty a minute to get some clothes on.”
By the time we were dressed, Buddy and his girlfriends were at the kitchen table smoking and drinking up all of my Pepsis. Buddy had already met Kitty from the time she had stopped over at the counter when I was working.
He introduced the girls that were with him, Diana and Arietta. They were daughters of the reverend at his church. “I’ve got a big problem,” Buddy explained. “The reverend told me to take his girls home, and instead I took them over to my place. We smoked a little ganch and it got a little wild and we all screwed.”
I stared at him. “You screwed both of them?” I asked.
The girls giggled. “Why not?” he asked. “They both wanted it. Don’t forget, they’re sisters and they are used to sharing.”
“Oh, brother,” I said. “So why don’t you just take them home? There shouldn’t be any
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