Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume Two

Carla caught her looking at Johnson and commented, "Oh yes, he's quite a stud himself!" Then turning to him, "Aren't you, darling?"

He lay back again on the bed, not bothering to pull the covers up over him and Cynthia could see a restless stirring beginning between his legs and his limp manhood began to jerk upward, growing thicker and larger every second.

"That's quite a build-up, Carla," he said, "Maybe I should show my new friend here just what it's like to have a real man!"

The way he said it, she knew that he was insinuating that Frankie was less than a competent lover and the resentment must have shown in her face.

"Don't be so sensitive, dear," he continued, "I wouldn't want to make you angry, especially when you're going to make me so happy!"

Cynthia turned away from him, but he grabbed her arm and spun her body around so that she was facing him again.

"Watch!" he commanded.

He forced her to look at him while his pulsing penis grew larger and larger, jutting up from between his legs like a cannon. She couldn't believe the size of it, she had never seen anything quite so large in her whole life. Frankie was amply built, but he was dwarfed by this man!

"Quite a specimen, isn't it?" Carla interjected. "I will say that for him."

She ran her hand over his emaciated, hairy chest and down to the juncture between his legs, stroking the immense, thick phallus gingerly.

"Don't be so selfish, dearie," he chided, "Let Cynthia join in on the fun."

Carla squeezed his massive penis possessively and rolled over and pressed her flabby, aging body next to him.

"Cut it out, I told you," he said, annoyed. "Why I should let you have all the fun when I have this beautiful young thing here just waiting and dying to touch me, right?" he said.

Cynthia tried to get up from the bed, but his grip on her arm was too tight and she couldn't move.

"Touch me," he commanded, pushing her hand, down on his loose hanging testicles and over his mammoth rock hard penis. It was so thick that she could barely close her hand around it and she stared down at its size completely in awe.

"Kiss it," he ordered, and Carla moved down on the bed to take the huge tool in her mouth, but he stopped her.

"Not you… Cynthia!"

He put his hand in back of Cynthia's neck and pulled her head down toward his body. She didn't want to make love to this man, but he did hold a strange fascination for her, so she slid off the bed and closed her mouth over his gigantic rod. It jerked in her mouth and she found it difficult to keep it still with her tongue as she licked.

"Aaahhhhhhhhh," he murmured. "You have a gentle, knowing touch, my dear."

It was almost as though he were testing her and not at all excited about her mouthing.

She seemed to keep him in her mouth for hours, sucking harder and harder on the erect, throbbing staff, but he still remained hard.

God, he must have the stamina of a horse, she thought to herself, Frankie would have cum by this time, but he remained completely aloof.

She glanced up and his face was expressionless, and Carla was just staring at her while she moved up and down on his prick, and licked her lips in anticipation.

Finally Johnson spoke in a voice that was perfectly calm. "Take off your clothes, I want to see your beautiful body again!" She was completely flabbergasted, she couldn't understand what he was trying to do, but moved her mouth away from him and began to disrobe.

Carla didn't move over to take her place, but merely looked at Johnson questioningly.

"No," she said, "You aren't going to make her do that… or make me do that? You wouldn't… not again?"

Cynthia looked up at her trying to determine just what "that" was, but she didn't say anything, or give her any sign.

"That's right, Carla love," he said finally, "You two are going to entertain me with your sexual prowess!"

Cynthia wasn't sure what he meant but she didn't like the sound of his voice.

When she was completely nude, he reached out and grabbed one of her breasts roughly, twisting it and pinching the nipple until she cried out in pain.

"Stop it," she groaned, "you're hurting me!"

"Perhaps you'd like a more gentle lover," he said wickedly. "Well, I've arranged exactly that for you!"

She looked at him questioningly, hoping that what she was thinking was wrong, but she could see that she was wrong!

"Lie down here next to Carla," he ordered her, pulling her roughly onto the bed.

"Carla, show her what a gentle lover you can be!"

She cringed back against his body when Carla began to reach to touch her breasts.

"No… oh God no… I can't," she stammered, pulling away.

"You may as well get used to it, dearie," Carla said without emotion, "He gets his own little kicks this way!"

"No… no… please, anything else… but I can't do it with another woman!" she pleaded.

He reached out and smacked her soundly on the stomach and said, "You'll do it if you don't want to suffer the consequences, so just shut up. You'll find out that Carla is actually a very proficient lover."

She shut her eyes tightly and her whole body stiffened as she could feel Carla dutifully switch her position on the bed and reach out and fondle her ripe, full breasts. Her touch was soft, and even though her hands were quite thin and bony, her caress was light. She began to knead the firm, supple flesh of her breasts, tweaking gently at the nipples until they stood out proudly. Cynthia tried to pretend that it was Frankie who was touching her, but she couldn't block the image of Carla's face from her mind. Carla's hands then roamed down over her belly, massaging the flesh with expertise, stimulating every nerve end in her body.

"You see," Johnson added, "Women know so much more about their bodies than men do. I just love to watch it!"

Carla was running her hands down the fleshy bulge of her thigh, her fingers digging into the soft, pliant skin and gradually working their way up to the vee between her legs.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as her fingers expertly found the bud of her clitoris.

She manipulated the petite projection until it was hard and throbbing and she was moaning softly. She couldn't believe that a woman could cause her to react like this, it just wasn't natural!

"Play with her tits," Johnson ordered Cynthia. "I want to see you play with her, too!"

Reluctantly Cynthia reached up and took the sagging, but full breasts in her hands and began to massage the soft, spongy flesh. Carla rubbed her body back and forth, trying to encourage more active play, and her fingers searched for the tiny slit between Cynthia's legs. Cynthia twisted her body slightly in an effort to avert this further exploration of her body, but Carla said, "Relax, baby, it won't be so bad!" Carla's breath was beginning to get rapid and Cynthia knew that she was getting a real thrill out of seducing another woman. Her fingers prodded and probed her pubis until she let one finger slide gently into the warm passage of her vagina.

"Oooooooooh," she moaned, feeling the walls of her vagina close neatly around the other woman's thin finger. Carla began to work her finger back and forth inside her channel, scraping lightly with her fingernail until she was writhing beneath her touch. When she thought that she would not be able to take any more, Carla inserted two more fingers and moved then back and forth like a shuttle inside her.

"Oooooohhhhhh… ooooohhhhhh," she groaned, trying to forget that it was a woman who was making her feel like that.

She found her own hands closing more tightly around the fleshy orbs of Carla's breasts and running down her body, over the thickness of her once thin dancer's waist and the plumpness of her hips.

Carla twisted beneath her caress and moved down further on the bed so that she would have better leverage. She continued her fingering of Cynthia's damp, clinging vagina for several more minutes before sliding her fingers wetly out of the now hungry channel.