Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

There was no use trying to deny that any longer, either. She was in love with Jamey Halo! And what could be more natural than that? He was nineteen and she fifteen… fifteen in years, but with the sensuous body of a grown woman, and God knows, she was constantly aware of that with the little prurient gnawings of desire that were ever increasing inside her each day.

Boys like Rickie Thompson made her sick with their juvenile antics. Oh, sure, she liked Rickie all right, but only as a friend. Lord, all he had to do was put his arm around her and kiss her, and she was immediately overwhelmed with the feeling that she was robbing a cradle. After all, he was only fifteen, himself, and a boy at that age was so immature… with his airplane models and his fossil collection. Dear God, she just couldn't stand any more of that. Besides, she had her future to think of, and who could help her more than Jamey?

It was destiny… that's what it was, she convinced herself as she sat there staring at the paper before her. Why her mom had suddenly brought the whole affair to an end with Jamey, she couldn't possibly imagine, and she'd almost bet that at that very moment her mother was crying, but she still couldn't restrain the sensation of delight she was experiencing within herself.

Dear God, she loved her mom so much… but she loved Jamey Halo, too…

At the bewitching hour of midnight the casino was invariably at full swing. Tonight being Saturday, it was even better, Silk Weaver thought, looking about him at the multitudes of elite who had come to be swindled… expected to be swindled. The gaming tables were jammed, and the din of the slot machines in long rows lining the walls, coupled with the human roar and the even louder pitched voices of the stickmen chanting their litany in response to the fascinating dance of the red celluloid cubes, all blended in a wild conglomeration of fantastic action.

He moved among them, smiling tightly to him self. Tonight was his night, as the luscious Lily Vance was going to find out. He'd already given his orders to Pete, the bartender who poured drinks for the girls. Lily was getting constant doses of Quebrachine in her Cokes, a tasteless version of the aphrodisiac that Max liked to use occasionally.

Wafts of music coming from the stage behind the bar in the open adjacent lounge across the room drifted his way, interspersed with the clicking roulette wheel and the croupier's voice announcing: "Eighteen on the red," his distant tone obliterated by the nearest stickman droning: "Six! Six a number. Let's have odds the hard way. Get'em down… come and field bets. Here we go. Shooter coming out. Four! Four… six the number. You're looking for a six, sir. Six'll do it. Let'em roll… seven! Seven the loser! Next shooter. All bets down. The dice are coming out…"

Silk continued to smile to himself. The lounge was packed and the voluptuous, red-headed, naked doll that was perspiring beneath the spots in a frenzy of measured writhing, undulating movements to the loud, rocking, recording music, had just picked up her prop from the nearby little table… an eight-inch facsimile of a hardened prick made of flesh-like plastic. She was Rose O'Fara, a real colleen, one hell of a fuck, and before she was finished her male audience would be doing everything but actually laying their broads on top of the tables.

Her jutting, full breasts swayed heavily from side to side as she moved with the powerful rhythm of the music. She held the dildo in one hand while the other slowly, languorously, moved lovingly over her hot flesh until it reached one breast and held it out, nipple jutting toward the near-mesmerized audience. Then, slowly she turned, rotating on her toes, allowing herself to be seen in profile… a lovely S-shape, Silk thought momentarily, with the beauty of her breast lifting before her and the voluptuousness of her buttocks hollowing out behind… then, her back was to them, the whole of her luscious naked ass, wobbling and tensing at the audience, a full, bursting smoothness of flesh that moved and wiggled as if it searched for something, some beautiful invasion that could make it squirm in a complete, cooperative delight.

Silk watched her as she gradually bent her slim back forward, leaning away from audience that was gaping at her almost breathlessly, until the breadth of her lush buttocks was jutting toward them and rotating gently as if in obscene invitation. Her strong, shapely thighs were spread slightly and as she leaned down her copperish, hair-lined vaginal lips were presented head-on to the spectators, the thin, pink, dividing slit yet unopened to them. She lay the dildo on the floor in front of her, then reached back with her white, slender arms and gently pulled apart her buttocks with her fingers, disclosing in an even more lewd gesture her tiny pink wrinkled anus between, as if she were welcoming a sodomizing attack.

Around her little, revealed rectum, a few silken, almost golden hairs fringed to taunt the onlookers even more-so while her bottom rotated as if on its own axis in time to the stimulating music. Then she moved her hands away from her anus and back over her satin-smooth buttocks down her thighs to the floor where she slowly retrieved the stimulated prick from where it lay.

Silk ran his tongue over dry lips, his cock jerking inside his shorts as he watched Rose O'Fara straighten and gradually face the audience again. It was almost as if there was an atmosphere of slight relief in the room, but he knew that wouldn't last long. Her specialty was coming next. She was good, but she couldn't set the crowd off like Lily with her naked cunt and her double-dildo routine… Then Rose was opening her legs wide, spreading her feet firmly on the floor and lowering herself backward in a lithe, double-jointed posture, until her hands reached the floor behind her head, the long plastic prick clasped firmly in one, and once more her vaginal lips were presented head-on to the spectators. With a gymnastic dexterity, she moved her head forward between her legs until she was practically looking the crowd in the face, concentrated… and finally, her cunt lips opened and her vagina was wide and moistly smiling at an audience of bulging, transfixed eyes. It was then that she performed the impossible… slowly raising her right hand containing the thick, long phallus; she eased the smooth round head between the damp, pink open lips of her cunt, and while the crowd stared with feverish, salacious eyes, she slowly, tantalizingly, pressed the heavy white shaft into the small, elasticized mouth of her vagina, the coral-hued ring expanding across the lounge, the massive cudgel continued to disappear inside her swallowing moist pink hole almost to its entirety.

Silk felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched Rose O'Fara's licentious performance before the hot, flushed faces of her half drunk, lust-aroused audience that seemed to be shifting nervously with overwhelming itches and urges. Shit, he'd had about all he could take, too; his entire pelvic area had begun to throb in his mounting need. But Lily had one more show to do before Lou Freed was to bring her up to his small apartment, next to Max's on the top floor. Hell, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to wait that long.

He swung around and weaved his way across the casino toward the elevator, trying to estimate the night's take and get his mind off his throbbing prick. He'd developed the habit of mentally computing Max's ill-gotten flow of income, little ideas of his own formulating more strongly in his conniving brain with every passing day. He hardly thought of it as greed… his wanting what the big-man had. It was natural enough, he'd long ago decided; and wasn't that the way Max had gotten up there… by taking from someone else? That was the law of this Godamned jungle, wasn't it?