Cannes d�Eau

Episode 12: Dedicated Goddesses

by Varkel, Spring, 2016

�Phoebe,� he said as if tasting the word.  �Do you spell it with an F or a P?�

The girl who answered to that name was crouched on all-fours upon the edge of the bed.  He stood behind her, penis well-lodged in vagina, reciprocating to leisurely hip motions.  Naked except for his stockings, both bodies glowed with perspiration.  The summer evening was warm and the electric fan humming in the window favored the second girl, also naked, who lay across the foot of the bed with elbow propping up chin.

Phoebe, a pale-skinned brunette whose dark hair had straggled from its pins, sneered at him over her shoulder.  �How the hell do I know?�  She smirked at the other girl, whose sandy hair was better constrained.  �What�cha think, Thea � is this place a schoolhouse?�

�Not yet,� answered sandy-haired Thea.

�You can�t spell your own name?� he asked incredulously of Phoebe.

�Well, it ain�t the one I was born with.�

�Why did you change �  Oh, I get it.  It�s sort of your trade name.�

She sniggered.  �My whore�s name.�

�You�re frank.�

�Too frank,� Thea warned.  �Madam Ruth says to talk politely.�

�Madam Ruth ain�t here.�

�Still ��

The young man chuckled.  �This place has the first madam I ever heard worry on that.  Sounds like she wants a house of courtesans.�

�A what?� asked Phoebe.

�She picks good names.�  He looked at the reclining girl.  �That is, if Thea isn�t your real name either.�

�No, it isn�t.�  She smiled at him.  �I�m no Titan.  What did you say was your name?�

His eyes had widened at her denial, but he answered, �Dick,� and grinned.  �Or should I claim John?�

Phoebe snapped, �You said Dick a minute ago.�  Suddenly she snickered.  �You taking yourself a whore-hopper�s name?  But she�s right.  Hers ain�t no tighter than mine.  What�s your opinion?�

�You�re both tight-uns.�  He chuckled in wonder.  �Want to know the truth?  I never noticed whether one is tighter than another.�

�How many you tested?�

�Enough if I�d paid attention.�  He regarded Thea narrowly.  �I�m amazed you know of the Titans.�

She shrugged.  �Lots of people find mythology interesting.�

Phoebe snorted.  �Myth� what?  What�re you two talking about?�

He answered, �According to the ancient Greeks, Phoebe and Thea were goddesses, the Titan daughters of Heaven and Earth.�  His hands caught the brunette�s hips.  Thrusting into her forcibly, he threw back his head and declaimed, �How privileged am I to plumb the womb of Phoebe, mother of Leto and grandmother of Apollo, after having whitened the tonsils of Thea, mother of sun and moon!�

Thea giggled.  Phoebe bent at the waist, the better to stare up at the man.  �Do that again!�

�You enjoy my Titan worship?�

�I enjoy you slamming my twat.  What the hell is this Titan bull?�

He thrust hard again and continued his whimsy.  �In this sacred room: a pagan church with two cloisters.�

�A fucking church!� mused Phoebe with a snort of laughter.

�Oh, at least four cloisters,� declared Thea.  �Some would claim six.�  She sniggered.  �And still others would count yours to make eight.�

He shook his head.  �I insist that only two are sacred cloisters.  How did you learn of the Titans?�

�You mean, how does a cocksucker know it?�

He grinned.  �Cocksucking�s no bar.  If Michelangelo could suck them on the Tiber, why not Thea on the Mississippi?�

She giggled.  �Phoebe can do it better!�

�She surely can now.  Old Mike�s been dead over 300 years.  How did you learn how?�

�Sucking the school teacher.  He taught some of us the easy way to live.�

�That sounds interesting, but I mean the Titans.�

�Madam Ruth assigned our whores� names.  It made me curious and I looked Thea up in her Britannica.�

�My god, are you joking?  A madam with a Britannica?�

�Oh, yes.  She�s got a pretty good library in her office.�

His tone was amazed.  �Do you know if she has the new Tenth Edition?�

�I doubt it.  Her set looks frayed around the edges.�  Thea�s eyes narrowed on the baffled Phoebe.  �She and the senator have offered to hire tutors for us girls.  Cannes d�Eau could become a schoolhouse yet.�

Phoebe barked contemptuously, �From whorehouse to schoolhouse � what a laugh!�

�Not the usual progression,� he said with a snicker.

�Phoebe, you ought to think about it,� Thea countered.  �What do you want from life anyway?�

Phoebe�s rump undulated.  �I got me a stiff dick in my pussy, a nice one that�s in no hurry to get out.  What else do I need?�

Thea�s expression, momentarily combative, smoothed with a sigh.  She looked away, murmuring, �Nothing, I guess, while you�ve still got the dick.�

Phoebo grinned smugly.  �I�m not greedy.  I�ll let you have it for a little while.�

The man said, �First give it a suck.�

�Huh?�

�I�ve yet to plumb Phoebe�s throat, which I ought to do before Thea�s womb, don�t you think?�

Thea chuckled.  �Phoebe was the first oracle, wasn�t she?  You should get something out of her throat, not in.�

�True,� he admitted.  �Stick out your tongue.�

The brunette shook her head in disgust at the talk but spun around obediently, propped herself up on an elbow, stuck out her long female tongue, leered and licked his testicles.

�How do you like that pre-dick-tion?� asked Thea, chortling.

�It�s very well put,� he said, admiring both stroke and comment.

Phoebe tilted her head and sucked in one of the scrotal lumps.  She mouthed it tenderly for a moment.  Catching the moist penis in hand, she touched her tongue to the eye and milked the foreskin out to sheathe the tongue tip.

Thea chortled harder and managed to ask, �How�s that for a fore-cast?�

He shook his head and groaned at the pun but looked down in wonder.  �Does that feel good around your tongue?�

�It stinks,� said Phoebe, but contradictorily slurped half the shaft into her mouth.

�What�s the matter?� he asked curiously.  �Don�t you like the taste of your quim?�

She shrugged.  Her free arm encircled his buttocks and pulled him closer.  Working her neck as a strutting hen, she mouthed him in and out at a leisurely pace.

He said fondly, �I do love that.  Look at her cheeks!�

�She�s sucking,� Thea noted.  �That�s what cocksuckers do.�

�I believe you like that word.�

�Yes, yes, I do.  I sounds so � deliciously awful, don�t you think?  To suck on a man�s piss pipe: how terrible!  His stinky prick in a girl�s throat!  The whole idea of having a long, thick finger that will go into all a girl�s holes is just ridiculous.  What a silly idea!  Thinking about it starts my juice.�

�I like that idea.  Did you take in one of them for your schoolteacher?�

�Two of them every afternoon.�

�Really?  How did he arrange that?�

�He bought firewood from my uncle�s lot next door.  I had to push it to him in a wheelbarrow.�

�After which he pushed into you?�

�Top and back.  Sometimes both.�

�Top and �  Never in front?�

�He was so afraid of making my belly swell.�

�In the schoolroom, eh?  It�s a wonder you never got caught.�

�Oh, we did.  Why do you think I�m living here?�

�I�m afraid to ask what happened to him!�

�Not much.  They ran us both off.�

�What did your father say?�

�Not much.  Didn�t have one.  Uncle said it for him.  He lined up his daughters � for the lesson, you know � and showed me the road.�

�Good Christ!�

�You think so?�

�I see.  �Top and back.�  So your lover also taught the joy of pederasty.�

�Um.  I don�t know that word.�

�I�m surprised he didn�t use it.  It means fucking up the ass.�

She laughed harshly.  �The joy came from his hand in front.�

�Nothing from the cocksucking?�

�Well, that didn�t hurt.�

Phoebe produced a loud nasal snort.

Thea shrugged.  �She doesn�t think cornholing hurts either.�

�I can�t argue.  Never tried it.�

Thea studied him askance.  �Do you mean, neither way?�

He laughed.  �I don�t see the attraction � either way.  Miss Phoebe has such a skillful tongue, who would ever prefer her anus?�

�You�re not old enough, I guess.�

�Are you sorry?�

�Not I!�  She sniffed and added musingly, �I think it�s the unnaturalness that attracts.  Like tanging. And boys.  I hear older men like to fool with boys� butts.  But they don�t here.  Madam Ruth won�t hire boys.�

�I thought I saw one on the porch.�

�Tunny.  He lives here, does step-and-fetch-it, shines Ruth�s steamer.�

�I�ve heard of her Stanley Steamer.  And I�ve heard of tanging.  Do you do that?�

�Not really.  Of course we�ve all tried it.  It pays so well.�

�How can you stand it?�

She shrugged.  �It doesn�t hurt.�

�But, my god, the taste!�

�A lot like champagne after the bottle�s been open all night.�

He shook his head.  �What I can�t imagine is asking a girl to let me take a piss in her mouth.�

�Ludie claims she even likes it.�  She grinned tolerantly.  �If we didn�t like what comes from a man, we wouldn�t be here.�

�I guess I understand that.  After all, just a moment ago you did ��

She finished his sentence.  �Take a drink from you.�

�You didn�t complain.�

�Huh!  I slurped it down.�

�Your schoolteacher taught you well.�

�Teaching was his job.�

�I admire his efficiency.�  Dick laughed.  �It�s a great idea.  Should teach it to every girl.  Who needs all those Rs?  Hmm.  Did he offer to piss in your mouth?�

�No.  He wasn�t much older than you.�

�I hope you admit jizz tastes better than piss.�

�Sure.  But the main difference is the quantity.�

�Christ!  Well, at least tanging is voluntary in the Cannes d�Eau.�  He took a breath.  �In fact � you girls do understand you don�t have to do any of this, don�t you?  With a little knowledge you could earn respectable livings.�

Phoebe looked up at him curiously despite her full mouth.

�Doing what?� asked Thea.

�Well � tutoring children, acting as a secretary or a librarian.  Lots of things.�

Thea grinned.  �How about a secretary who warms a bed and sucks cocks?�

�You�d like that, would you?  At least if you pay attention to the madam�s tutor, you might manage to quit getting fucked in the ass.�

Phoebe snorted and Thea laughed.  �You ought to try it � compared to emptying slopjars.�

�Who does that here?�

�The niggers, of course, but there�s lots of white housemaids in the world.�  Thea sighed comfortably.  �We got it soft here.�

Phoebe unmouthed him long enough to declare, �That�s our job: to make �em soft!�  She reslurped her subject as her sandy-haired coworker grinned.

He asked of Thea, �By having it �soft,� do you mean easy?�

�Of course I mean easy.  It�s the easiest life a poor girl can find.  All we have to do is open our legs or mouths and clean up afterwards.  A rich man�s wife�s got it no better.�

He shook his head.  �I hate to mention it under the circumstances, but I�d think a woman would hate not being able to choose her men.�

Phoebe acknowledged his concern with another nasal grunt but continued to alternate her slow suction and release. 

Thea shrugged.  �That could be bad and I hear it is in some places.  Thank god Madam Ruth�s housemen are choosey.  They won�t let a man in who isn�t clean and wearing a necktie.�

He sniffed.  �You think that�s enough to keep out the bad ones?�

�Most of them.  You ought to see what Clancy does to men who misbehave!�

He laughed.  �If putting your cock in a girl�s mouth isn�t misbehavior ��

Thea countered with a giggle, �That�s high society here!�  Her grin faded.  �I mean beating up on the girls, or fighting �  Things that hurt.  And, yeah, talking too loud.  The inside walls are thin.�  She snickered.  �If you groan with passion, that�s okay � good for business.  But screaming insults will get you thrown out.�

�Good god!�

�What�s the matter?  Did she bite you?�

�She�s licking my balls.�

Thea slid along the bedside and bent her head close to Phoebe�s.  She chuckled.  �And her nose is bumping your belly.  That�s Phoebe�s special talent.  Most of us gag when our goozle gets tickled.  You never got in a girl�s throat before?�

�Not this deep.  My god, I love it!�

Phoebe�s eyes twinkled up at him.

�You can see she�s proud of it,� said Thea with a trace of envy.

Phoebe backed away slightly, nostrils flaring for breath.

�That�s part of the problem,� mused Thea.  �You can�t breathe with it down there, though I never could keep it in long enough to notice.�

He sighed.  �I just figured out why you need two girls for a blowjob.  You can still carry on a conversation, which is a fascinating combination.�

�You need two when one is getting her goozle tickled.  But you�re the first man I�ve seen who wanted to talk too.�

He grinned.  �I�m a lot cooler on the second pass.�

�And still young enough to keep it up.  How many times can you come in an evening?�

�Maybe I�ll find out with the help of you two.�

�My uncle�s oldest could squirt three times before supper.  He bragged of it in the hayloft.�

�How old was he?�

�Then about fifteen.�

�No wonder!  Whew!  I love her lips squeezing the bottom.  She�s about to get my second one.�

�She likes it right down the throat.  See if you can strangle her.�

Of course Phoebe was too knowledgeable for that mistake.  At the first dribble she backed out half the shaft and reduced her suction while pumping the base between thumb and forefinger and swallowing greedily.

Thea smiled up at his groans.  �That�s two.  I�ll bet you can make three before dinner.�

He spun enough to sit down heavily on the bed beside Phoebe, now resting on her elbows.

�Whew!� he declared, leaning back on extended hands.  �That was some expert suction. Thank you, Phoebe.�  He studied her as she licked her lips.  �You swallowed every drop of that, didn�t you?�

�I don�t make a mess,� said the girl loftily, �like some people do.�

�Like me, she means,� said Thea.  �I only did it because johns like to see their juice on a girl�s chin.�

�Does that really matter?� said Phoebe, regarding him with interest.

He said stoutly, �What matters is getting it into the girl.�

Thea sniffed.  �You like to see it. You know you do!�

�Okay, I admit it, but it�s also satisfying to know she swallowed every drop.�

�I always do,� Phoebe attested smugly, �unless the john jacks it out on me.�  She sniffed at him.  �I never did understand what some johns like about jacking off when they�ve got a willing girl in front of them.�

�You�ve actually had them do that?�

�And squirt into my mouth.�

Thea offered, �Usually it�s the old johns that have to work at it.�

Phoebe�s lip curled.  �Their come tastes of piss.�

�What about a young man�s?� he asked.  �What does mine taste like?�

�Sweet!� declared Thea with a giggle.

Phoebe nodded.  �Kinda like a meaty soup that needs salt.�  An eyebrow rose.  �I can�t believe you never tasted you�re own.�

�Can�t you?  Before coming I don�t have any, and the idea is unpleasant afterwards.�

Both girls laughed but not unkindly.

�You girls!�  He shook his head, then smiled.  �Actually, you girls are amazing.  Can you tell me anything you won�t do while fucking � that is, anything that doesn�t hurt?�

Phoebe declared, �If the john�ll do it, we�ll do it.�

Thea giggled.  �If he wants to fuck naked in the street, we�ll fuck naked in the street � supposing we can sneak past Madam Ruth.�

Phoebe grinned at him archly.  �Want to try the back door?�

He chuckled.  �I said, �What you won�t do.�  And I believe you�ll talk about anything.  For example, Thea, did you ever let a man fuck your ass?�

�I told you already: my schoolteacher.�

Phoebe said in a matter-of-fact tone, �Madam Ruth gives us enema bottles just for that.�

�Does that mean you butt-fuck regularly?�

Thea shrugged.  �When a john wants it � and pays for it.�

�Costs extra?�

�Super extra.  It ain�t on the menu.�

�Not on the ��  He studied her sly grin.  �What does that mean?�

�You ask Madam Ruth for that, she�ll say it�s against the law.  That�s because you might be a deputy or something.�

�What if I ask you for it?�

She gave him a calculating glance.  �I�d say five dollars.�

�Cutting out the middleman, are you?�

�Middle woman,� said Phoebe.

�You�ll butt-fuck too?�

�Hell, I like it.  If you asked me, I�d say three dollars.�

He looked thoughtful.  �Is it worth the money?  And the trouble?  You say you like it.  Do you really?�

�It�s heaven with two cocks.�

Thea said, �Turn around, Pheeb.  Let�s show him.�

�You gonna make the second cock?�

�Why not.  Oops!  What did Jelly call it?  We have to take an inder-mention.�

�What�s that?� he asked.

Thea smacked her lips.  �Said it wrong, didn�t I?  We got to take an intermission.�

�For what?�

�Your thing has lost its starch.�

�I can fix that,� said Phoebe.  She leaned over the man�s hip and sucked up the sagging penis.

�You do want to try it,� said Thea with a grin.  �I�ll get the cream.�

A minute�s slurping restored the young organ�s rigidity.  Phoebe reversed herself to elbows and knees atop the bed, legs spread well apart.  Thea urged Dick to stand behind her partner and slathered the raised anus, Dick�s manhood and her own hand.  �You put in first,� she said to him.

He looked around.  �What�re you using for another cock?�

She raised the greased hand before his face, straightening the fingers to lie converging around the thumb.  �This.�

�I want to watch,� he said positively and arranged the large, tilting mirror on its floor stand to reflect the middle of the bed.

Diving onto the bed on his back beside Phoebe, he caught her hips and turned her over atop him.  To the bemused Thea he said, �You put it in.�

The girl grinned.  �In this case it�s up.�  She lodged the head into its target and said, �Push.�

�Ho!  Feels like putting on a ring.�

�Phoebe,� admonished Thea, �don�t squeeze down till he�s in.�

�Oh, he�s in!� said the other with a sniff.

�Hey, it�s tight,� said Dick wonderingly, �but only at the asshole.�

Suddenly he felt pressure.

Phoebe said, �If your cock was a turd, that�d pop it right out.�

�You�re trying to shit,� he said in realization.

�And I would if it wa�n�t a cock instead.  That any tighter?�

He began to piston.  �Yeah, about like a quim.  Hey, this is good.  I can even squeeze your tits.  Move that mirror just a little, will you?�

�Just wait for what�s next,� said Thea, after adjusting the mirror.

He watched the reflection as her fingertips parted the gaping labia and sank out of sight.  She worked them in and out, gradually getting deeper until her knuckles were out of sight.

�Feel that?� she asked.

�Hoo, I don�t believe it!  That�s you squeezing me?�

�Yeah.� Thea grinned hugely.  �Not much flesh separating us, is there!�

�Don�t pinch,� warned Phoebe.

He asked, �Phoebe, how does that feel to you?�

�Full is the word.�

�Nothing compared to a baby�s head,� said Thea.

Phoebe sniffed.  �You don�t know that and thank God, I don�t either!�

�That�s a good question,� he continued.  �I wonder what keeps you girls from getting caught.�

Both girls laughed wryly.  �What I wonder,� said Phoebe, �is what keeps your cock hard.  For sure you ain�t very interested if that�s what you�re wondering.�

�Can�t you tell me?�

Thea had begun to piston her hand out of step with his thrusting.  She said, �That spray can over there.�

�What about it?�

�That�s what keeps out the babies.�

�Huh?  What do you spray with it?�

�You see it�s got a nozzle.  That goes in our pussies.  And assholes.  It gives us a good soaking after you leave.  Some guys want us to do it first, but then they�re sorry.�

�Why sorry?�

�Makes us feel dry, so they say.  They have to use the cream then.�

�You say it keeps you from getting caught?�

�With either babies or disease.�

�Good God!  What�s in it?�

�Dr. Harry�s mixture.  He won�t say.  It smells like kerosene.�

�That could be valuable � if it really works.  Does it?�

�Must. Only one baby born here in the last two years.�

�Ooo, um,� moaned Phoebe.

�You don�t agree, eh?� said he.

Thea explained, �She�s coming.�

Dick�s attention turned to the mirror.  �God!  Your whole hand is in her.�

�Yeah.  I�ve made a fist.  Bang her ass hard!�

He increased the power of his thrusts.  Phoebe�s body stiffened.

�Lucky slut!� declared Thea.  She bent down and licked the area just above her plunging hand.

Phoebe convulsed.  Her legs sawed up and down.  �Gawd! Gawd!� she cried before her voice strangled.

�God, me too!� declared the young man, stiffening beneath her.

He soon uncoupled, slid out from under the girl and lay panting.  Phoebe curled onto her side.  Thea began scrubbing her hand with a towel.

He grinned up at her.  �Three times in one evening!  Good as your uncle�s oldest, right?�

Thea nodded but demurred.  �Only he didn�t have two girls to help him.�

�Okay.  But maybe he was just a teenager.�

�How old are you?�

He hesitated but shrugged.  �Twenty-one.�

Thea grinned.  �I�m glad you�re still young enough.�

�Huh!  So am I.�

�For sure Phoebe�s glad.�

Thea turned around and plopped her buttocks onto the bed beside him.  Her hand slipped to his greasy midsection.  While her thumb curled around the base of his shaft her fingers squeezed his testicles.  He watched, alternating between the mirror and the direct view.

�It�s still about half hard,� she noted.

�But now it�ll be sore.�

�That�s too bad.  I like to play with it.�

�Do you?  Why is that?�

�I like to guess what it feels like to have one.  And these two lumps.  Sometimes I imagine being married and having some of my own, so to speak.  I�d never let them get far away.�

�You can�t keep a man too close, you know.�

�Even fucking him every time he turns around?�

�Well �  I�ll admit that would go a long way.  But from what I�ve seen, one woman would get tired of it.�

�Some of them.  One of the girls here was a Mormon widow, shared him with her sister.  He stayed close for them!�

�Two women.  You know, that might work.�  He laughed a little.  �Do you really like that cock?�

�What�s not to like.  It�s big and fat � and straight and pretty, not all veined up like a lot of them.�

�You and Phoebe have given me an idea.  How do you like living in the Cannes d�Eau?�

Her eyes twinkled.  �You gonna take us out of here?�

�I�m willing.  Phoebe, you awake?�

The other girl failed to respond.  Her breathing was slow and regular.

�She came that hard!� said Thea in wonder.  �Lucky slut!�

�Don�t call her that.�

�I looked it up in Madam Ruth�s dictionary.  It means a girl who�ll fuck anybody.  That�s Phoebe.  Me too, of course.�

�It�s usually a derisive word, but maybe not in a bawdy house.�

�Derisive?�

�Like a curse.�

�Oh.  But what�d you mean, you�re willing to take us away?�

�Just that.  I�d marry one of you and the other could be the sister, as if we were Mormons.�

�You�d what?  You�d marry us � one of us?  Are you crazy?�

He chuckled slightly.  �Why not?  You girls are perfect, as far as I can see.  You love to fuck.  I�ll hire a maid and a cook, so fucking is all you�ll have to do.�

�Have you forgot we�re sluts?�

�So?�

�So we fuck whenever we get the chance.�

He studied her.  �Meaning you wouldn�t be faithful.�

Slowly she shook her head.  �I don�t think we could.  If we meet somebody who wants us, we can�t say no.  Of course, we don�t have to get married.  We could just move into your house.�

�Hmm.  We can go to New Orleans, where they don�t pay attention to such matters.�

�Like two girls living with a man?�

�No trouble in the French Quarter.�

She stared at him then smiled.  �It�s a sweet joke, Dick.�

�Who�s joking?�

�You are.  And look, your cock�s gone soft.�

Phoebe rolled over.  �Shut up, Thea.  Let the man keep talking.  Suck his cock back up or something.�

�He said it�s sore.�

Phoebe rolled close and licked his ear.  �Both of us, you said.�

�Yeah.  And I don�t care about slutting as long as you�re discreet with it.�

�And all you want is fucking, sucking and ass plugging.�

�That�s all.  Of course, as time passes and we get to liking each other, we might ��

Phoebe snorted.  �You�ll throw us out in six months.  Less than that.  But what the hell, it�d make a nice break.  And who knows who we�d meet �  What for should we move to New Orleans?�

�We couldn�t live together around here.  The neighbors would complain.�

Thea smiled.  �Dick, if you�re serious I know the answer.�  To Phoebe she said, �Like Amy when she first started.�

�That didn�t last,� remarked Phoebe.

�This would.  She was supposed to be reserved; we won�t be.�

Dick said impatiently, �What are you talking about?�

�We stay here, Dick,� said Thea, regarding him intently.  �You make an arrangement with Madam Ruth that we still live here but we�re your gals, meaning while you�re in the house we fuck only you.�

�Live here?  How�ll I know you�re not still fucking every Tom, Dick and Harry?�

�How would you know it at your place?  Only one way: you stay with us.  You arrange with Madam Ruth that as long as you�re in the house, nobody else gets at us.�

�Hmm.�  He thought about it.  �How much do you think Madam Ruth would charge me?�

�For fucking us? Nothing.  Just for our room and board.  You�ll have to ask her of course, but I doubt it�d be twice a full time maid and cook.�

His eyes gradually brightened.  �Thea, that might work.�

�If Madam Ruth buys it,� said Phoebe.

�Let me think.�  He lay still.  Thea continued to fondle his manhood.  At last he nodded.  �Don�t just tickle it.  Suck!�

�You said it would hurt.�

�I don�t care if it does.  I need it hard.  Let me lick your clit too.�

�Right away!� she said with sudden enthusiasm.  In two seconds they were engaged in the classic sixty-nine.

But not for long.  Dick said, voice muffled by her groin, �Now you get on top and fuck me.�

�Sure will!�  She had only to drag her haunches along his torso.  Her hand slipped him inside her easily.  She began to slide forward and back.

Phoebe was curious.  �What�s this for?�

�When I talk to Madam Ruth, I want to say I�ve fucked you both, else she�ll think I�m crazy.�

�Oh, she�ll think that anyway.�

�Why?�  He sounded hurt.

�Because you don�t need us.�  She waved a hand.  �You can fuck anybody in the house.  Everybody fucks the same.�

�But I�ve been sort of looking for a girl that suited me.  You two suit me right down to the ground.�

�A young man like you oughta be on the lookout for a wife to give you kids.  That ain�t us.�

�Plenty of time for that.  Right now what I want is ready pussy that won�t balk.  Two of you means that when one�s on the rag, the other can serve.�

�Well, I ain�t gonna argue with you except to say it again: you�re crazy.�

�Crazy about Phoebe and Thea.�

�Okay.�  She smiled.  �You�re a sweet �un, Dick.�

He grinned.  �So are you.  In fact I�m going to improve on Thea�s plan.  I�ll rent a room here and move in with you two.�

Her eyes enlarged.  �You�ll do what?�

�You heard me.  You�ll be my dedicated goddesses.  Thea, that�s enough fucking.  Where are my britches?�

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