Kathy Eaton drank the last of her coffee and sighed. She put the cup back in the saucer and stood, walking over to the window to stare out at her view of Houston.
The sun was dying in the sky to the west. Streaks of red and pink speckled the lower clouds. The bright blue of day was turning into the darker blue, then deep purple violet of coming night. Soon, the stars would be out to pepper the blackness of the firmament. Here, in the city, that would not be as easy to see as out in the country.
She wished she was someplace else and not here, in this corner of the world. In fact, Kathy wished she were anywhere but in this corner of her life. She would gladly have traded places with anyone else.
The day was beautiful, the city was beautiful, the coming of night promised still more beauty and tranquility, but not for her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. And when the beholder is not at peace there is no jewel that can please the eye.
There was a low rumble of thunder somewhere to the south. Kathy thought that perhaps a rainstorm was forming over Galveston Bay. It would surely come north and inundate Houston, however briefly.
Her eyes swept across the city; Houston Heights, Cottage Grove, Memorial Park, with its picnic area and The River Oaks Country Club next to it. River Oaks was a private club, full of rich folks. Thinking about it only made her poverty more apparent. She tried to force this down as her eyes traveled south and surveyed more of this huge metropolis called Houston; Montrose, Southhampton Place, then Hermann Park.
In the warm summer afternoons, with the heat haze thick in the air, Kathy Eaton loved walking through Hermann Park. She loved the Garden Center in particular, with its more then three thousand rose bushes. The air in the afternoon was fragrant with scents. It was almost like walking through a perfume factory. Sometimes, Kathy would sit on a park bench and close her eyes. Just the setting and the scent were enough to help her forget the here and now. The trouble was that once she opened her eyes again the here and now intruded on the then and there. Sometimes she just wished she could shut her eyes and be in a place like the rose gardens forever. But life is not so kind. Fairy tales exist only in movies and books for children.
Sometimes she would go to the zoo in Hermann Park. There was a large reptile display. The prehistoric looking monsters sent shivers up her back. Kathy was both repelled and attracted. Then she would go to the aviary; a vast, jungle setting, where two hundred different exotic birds flew about in almost complete freedom.
Hermann Park was connected by MacGregor Way to MacGregor Park. MacGregor Way was a wide corridor of meandering greenery that worked its way east toward the sister park to Hermann Park. It was quite a walk and would leave her exhausted each time she made it. The scent of the greenery, the sight of the trees, bushes, and rolling grassy slopes and a good fudge pop bought from an ice cream cart, made the walk worthwhile.
But life was not all pleasant walks, greenery, and fudge pops. There are bilk to be paid, lots of bills.
Her eyes continued to move across the vast hide of the city; Foster Place, Kings Court, Bayou Oaks. All the names were of familiar places she had been through or worked in. People seldom realized how massive Houston was till they passed through it. They were right about it being the city of the future.
South of Bayou Oaks a small plane was lifting off from W.P. Hobby Airport. Sun glinted off the white and silver wings and the gay red stripes along the fuselage.
She wondered where it was going, what it would be like to travel aboard such a plane, and why she couldn't be on it instead of elsewhere, like here. Kathy also pondered about how many others across this vast city were watching that plane lift off and wondering if they could be on it instead of where they were at that very moment.
She couldn't see farther to the south and east. Kathy knew that to the southeast was Pasadena and after an open section south of Houston there was League City, Texas City, then the bay and Galveston Island.
All of it was just open terrain to her, nothing more, open terrain that spoke of jobs and the people who had them. Kathy had walked herself sore looking for work without any luck.
It was a case of water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink. The divorce from her husband had left Kathy numb. Then the alimony payments stopped and she felt herself miss a heartbeat.
She was free, black and twenty-nine. But without money you aren't really free. Till now Kathy had thought that getting a job wasn't hard. Till the divorce she had been a housewife. All she knew was taking the money and spending it. Her husband used to complain that Kathy wouldn't spend it so fast if she knew how hard it came to him. But Kathy didn't listen. Maybe that was one reason why Sam left her. She admitted now what she hadn't been able to admit for months after the divorce, that she had been too bitchy and demanding.
"Oh Sam, where are you now?" she asked, aloud. "I'd take you back, Sam, and treat you right. It's so good to have a man around the house. Two shoulders to hug, a fine cock to stroke, two darling balls to suck on."
Suddenly her thoughts flashed back to better times, to happier times. She envisioned Sam, his lean, hard, finely-chiseled ebony body standing prominently before her, a misty sheen of perspiration covering it from the panting preliminaries in which they had enjoyably engaged. Time and again the aroused black man, her husband, had kissed and hugged her, and after his lips had pushed resolutely against hers for several long and intensely, sublime minutes he switched the action, stepping it up to an even more aroused moment of passion, in which he thrust his stirrring tongue forward and let it twist and slide against hers until they were both almost breathless.
Now he threw his rock hard body down on top of her, reaching out and letting his fingers stirringly caress the firm warmth of her supple, inflamed breasts. Every additional moment of contact produced mounting quivering waves of desire that reverberated throughout her entire body, particularly between her legs, in the sensation-ridden valley of her enticingly warm and increasingly moistening vaginal nest.
"OH, HONEY, I NEED IT, I NEED YOU," she gasped. "I WANT IT, OOOHH, HONEY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OOOOOOHHHHHHH, FUCK ME!"
He shoved his steaming, rock hard organ forward, heaving a deep sigh of lustful satisfaction as it made its initial penetration within the familiar warmth of her tight, always clasping vaginal. Instinctively Kathy tightened her legs and cunt muscles, lasciviously wiggling her buttocks back and forth, enjoying the hot, determined thrusts of Sam's scalding cock.
"OOOOOWWWWWEEEEEEEEEE, HOW TIGHT," Sam grunted between panting thrusts, "KEEP WIGGGLLLLLLIIIIIIIING THAT HOT ASS! OH DAMNED, YEAH, FUCK UP TO ME, OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, HOW GG-GOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!"
She loved feeling the thunderous warmth of his dominating prick as it stabbed and thrust relentlessly inside the tightness of her vaginal sheath. Her head spun and a procession of flashing lights beamed in her ever widening eyes while her buttocks twisted and churned against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her. She listened to the loud incessant jangling of the bedsprings that their stirringly alive bodies precipitated while the hot, jolting thrusts continued.
Sam reached out and let his huge, warm hands explore the curvaceous surface of her searing buttocks. His fingers clasped her chocolate-colored bottomcheeks while his thundering cock continued devastating her with its solid, knifing thrusts, and all the while he was pushing that much closer to the explosive moment when the thundering droplets of hot white cock fluid would spray from the end of his swollen, determined shaft.
While his fingers pushed against the ripeness of Kathy's shapely buttocks, the horny black woman could no longer hold back the floodtide of passion that demanded release.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAA-GGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, IIIII'MMMMMM, TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEERRRREEEEEEEE!" she loudly gasped.
"I'm right with you," Sam exclaimed.
His fingers pinched more tightly than ever against her wiggling brown bottomcheeks until the thick white stream of emancipating penis fluid charged from the tip of his cockhead and filled her with overflowing waves of delectably warm juice.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, IIII'MMMMM TTTHHHHEEEEERRRREEEEEEE!" he exclaimed with an air of celebration.
Then Kathy blinked her eyes and suddenly snapped back to the cold harsh realities of the moment. There was no more Sam and she Was once again alone, pitted against the adversities of an indifferent world. It was just her and four bare, cold walls. And, if she didn't come up with the rent real soon, Mrs. Janeway wouldn't take anymore excuses. Out she would go.
Kathy bit her lower lip and began pacing the floor. There had to be a better way. What it was she still didn't know. Maybe she would call Wanda Miller. Wanda was one of her best friends. Her other best friend was Linda Gilstrom. Wanda didn't seem to work much. Maybe Wanda could cue her in on how to pay the bills without having a steady job.
Kathy wondered if maybe Wanda was a secret moll for a gang of bank robbers. She waved that away and laughed. Wanda was probably as short of cash as Kathy was. She would resent being asked about how and where she got her money. Linda seemed a better bet. Linda at least was working.
Kathy went to the refrigerator and took out an orange soda. She liked Shasta best of all. Opening the can, she drank thirstily. Kathy loved the way the bubbles bit as they went down her throat. Nothing like a cool soda on a hot day, she thought. Hot days could be killers. They parched your throat and left it full of dust. Lord knows, there's enough dust in Texas.
She wondered, every day almost, why she had left New York on the advice of her friend Linda Gilstrom. It was Linda who wrote her about how much better job prospects were in Houston than in New York.
"Lord," Kathy said to herself, "I should have been smart enough not to go and listen to her. Give this girl some brains, Lord." She finished the soda and threw the can away.
She knew now that listening to Linda Gilstrom was the damned stupidest thing Kathy had ever done in her life. Not treating her husband right had been another stupid thing.
Now, as she was going through the days of her twenty-ninth year, Kathy Eaton was beginning to see many of the mistakes she had been making. Her mother's words returned to her from thousands of miles and years away.
"You're never as smart as you think, honey. No one is. You grow older and look back and say, what a fool I've been. Then, you grow a bit older and look back at the time when you said you were a fool and realize, sadly perhaps, that you were still a fool while you were saying all those things."
Kathy clenched her fists and wished she had it to do all over again. But you never do. The past is gone. All we have is the present and future. And the present slips away even while you're looking at it. The present moves along with the hands of the clock, ticking away the hours of the day.
Shaking her head, she reached for a pack of Virginia Slims that was lying on the kitchen table, extracted a cigarette, lit it and paced the floor, smoking and thinking. But thinking did nothing. It just went away with the smoke of your cigarette. The next cool wind wiped away the lingering smoke and your thoughts. After that it was all a veiled gray dinginess. A week, ten days from now, she would not be able to remember a quarter of the details of today's thinking.
She stopped and stamped her left foot suddenly in frustration. What was the use of thinking? Thinking never moved mountains. It just gave you a big headache. And that did nothing but help the aspirin manufacturers.
As far back as she could remember Kathy had been thinking; thinking about this or that. And her problem was the same; always the same; not enough money or no money at all. It was a common enough problem. But, in the case of Kathy Eaton, it had become chronic.
Marriage had saved her from her mother's house, and for awhile had lifted the financial burden from off her back. Only now, the burden had returned. It was time to do something about it.
She took another puff of her cigarette, quickly exhaled a thick blue-white cloud of smoke, and thought with a smile that Linda Gilstrom always called Virginia Slims, Vagina Slims. They would talk about it over the phone and laugh and laugh.
Suddenly, Kathy snapped her fingers. Why not call Linda now and ask about a job? Linda was always getting work. Kathy knew that Linda was a party girl; a hostess at conventions and private parties. Maybe she could get Kathy a job as a waitress or even a clean-up woman. Kathy didn't care. It was a salary, a job. It meant money in the bank. Money to pay bills with. Money to pay off the utilities and the gas. Not being able to pay the utilities and having them turned off was the worst nightmare Kathy could think of.
Kathy could still remember the few times she had not been able to do anything, when her mother was unable to pay the bills, and the light and gas was shut off. At first they lit candles and thought it was all so romantic. But then, the costs went up, as candle followed candle. And tempers went up along with costs; as toes were stubbed in the dim, flickering orange glow of candlelight. Kathy never wanted to experience that again.
She stubbed out her cigarette and picked up the phone. Kathy dialed, put the receiver to her ear, and waited. There were three rings, then a fourth. Because of her tension they held an insistence they didn't really have, and which the person on the other end could not feel.
Finally, the phone was picked up. "Hello," a sultry, sexy voice said.
"That you, Linda?"
"Kathy?"
"Unhuh."
"How's tricks, baby."
"Do you have to talk like a hooker all the time, Linda?"
"Baby, every woman is a hooker. Either you do the hooking for your husband or for some man with the bread. Let's face it, a hooker fucks for money, but a wife fucks for goods and services."
"That's not true, Linda," Kathy said, getting a bit pissed by the tone of the conversation. Things were not going at all the way she had expected. The conversation was getting away from her, going in directions she didn't want it to. But Kathy had no choice. She didn't want to irritate Linda, from whom she would now have to ask a favor. And favors requiring jobs or money or both are the biggest favors one can ask.
Linda's sexy voice broke into laughter. The laughter sounded like chunks of ice tinkling into a very tall, frosted glass before the Scotch is added.
Then, Linda said, "baby, are you telling me that when you grabbed those ankles and spread those cheeks for Sam, you were doing it out of love all the time?"
"Of course not. Sometimes I didn't feel like it, but I did it anyway, because he wanted to."
"Then you were hooking, baby. You were doing it to make him happy. And you were making him happy because he was the man with the bread."
"No, no." Kathy didn't know what to answer. She was confused and irritated. "It wasn't the same. I loved him. I didn't want Sam to be irritated and to dislike me and not be pleased. I was just doing my wifely duties."
"Ha," Linda laughed. "You were hooking, baby, hooking plain and simple. The only reason you were sucking that big black one was to insure his good will. And his good will meant spending money, groceries, clothes, rent, utilities. And don't I know it. I was married too once, don't forget. As I said before, you were fucking for goods and services."
"Look, Linda, I want to talk to you about something else. Let's drop this subject for awhile."
"Fine with me, girl. If the heat is too strong for you we'll get out of the kitchen."
"I want a job, Linda. I've been having trouble finding work. To tell you the truth, I'm just about near the end of my rope. I've spent most of the money I have left and I'm getting pretty close to the poor house."
"Say no more, girl. You've come to the right place. I'll get you work. Now, before you say yes, do you know what kind of work I do?"
"You're a hostess. But that wasn't what I meant."
"What did you mean?" Her friend's voice was full of suspicion and hostility. For a second it put Kathy off, then she went on, plowing through snow, as it were.
"I need a job as a waitress, maybe a clean-up girl. I'll do anything. I need money."
"Did you say anything?"
Kathy hesitated a second, her mind filled with sudden suspicion. But this was her friend, so she plowed on. "Yes, I guess anything."
"Well, first, honey, there ain't no waitress jobs at these parties. I mean, they order food and drinks and such. The stuff is brought up by one of those small, jiffy catering firms. It's all placed on a side table, which serves as a buffet. Everyone takes care of himself."
"I see. What about a job as a clean-up woman?"
"The place where they stay usually takes care of that." Kathy hesitated, not knowing what to say, all her hopes dashed. A dozen different thoughts collided inside her head.
"I have an idea," Linda began, "but I don't know if you'll take to it."
Kathy listened, nervously licking her lips, realizing something was up, because Linda was using that coy tone of hers.
"I can get you work. But it wouldn't be the kind of work you might want. It's my kind of work; party girl work."
Kathy began breathing hard on the phone; spots flying before her eyes. "You there, girl? You listening to me?" Linda sounded worried.
"Yes, I'm listening. What kind of work is party girl work?"
"Good work. Great money. Seventy-five dollars for a night, a night that may not consist of more than six hours from start to finish. That's better than twelve dollars an hour."
"Doing what?"
"Being a party girl," Linda said with a laugh. "You talk to the guy, you drink with him, you dance, you give him a kiss, he gives you a kiss."
"What else?"
"Grow up, girl," Linda said suddenly, harshly. "You've been around, and I have, too. What the hell do you think happens when men and women get together?"
"I'm no prostitute."
"Neither am I," Linda said, biting offense in her tone. "This ain't no hooking assignment, like being married is. But if a guy starts pushing for a bit of ass a girl isn't expected to say no. It doesn't mean you have to go all the way. A good blow job will often do the trick. Some of these guys get loaded up with whiskey and can't do a thing. You know, the spirit is willing but the flesh is unable."
She started laughing over the phone. Kathy did not join her. She felt the receiver turn sticky in her hand. Her palms were sweating. There were beads of moisture on her upper lip.
"Are you listening, Kathy?"
"Yeah, I'm listening. Go ahead."
"If you're worried just latch onto one of those guys. And if someone virile gets hold of you, you just kneel down, lick those lips and chomp down on his meat." Her laughter again exploded across the phone. Kathy felt confused. Seventy-five dollars for six hours! Never in all her life had she imagined making that kind of money in so short a time.
"I don't know," she said again, her voice hesitant, not at all bold.
"Look, honey, you've got a good body, a damned good body. It's one of the best bodies I've seen. You wasted it on a marriage that didn't work. Now why don't you go and use that body to save your ass and make your life financially secure. Don't go depending on no man in a white suit coming along to sweep you off your feet and save you from all your troubles. That only happens in fairy tales. You want the good life, you got to make the good life. Now you coming or not?"
"I don't know," Kathy answered hesitantly.
"Well, decide then."
"I want to, but I'm afraid."
"Dear, if you don't take this job you're done for. Disaster is knocking at your door. You'd better make some money before disaster knocks that door down."
"I know what I am talking about. At worst you'll be doing no more or less than what you did with your husband."
Linda's voice suddenly brightened. "Look at the good side. You'll be getting juicy white cock. All you've had till now is black cock. And now you'll get white meat. It's sort of like going from chocolate ice cream to vanilla."
"I don't know. I still don't know. Let me think about it."
"Take your time, girl. Bye." Her friend hung up the receiver. Kathy looked at the receiver in her hand, then hung up, too. She went to watch some TV.
Two days passed. Things got no better, but they sure got worse. Her total spending money in the house was down to three dollars. She had enough food in the house to last three more days, and six more days on half rations. Mrs. Janeway had stopped her in the hall.
"I need at least fifty dollars on that rent, Miss Eaton," she said. "I've been patient, very patient, perhaps too patient. But I have bills to pay. I need at least fifty dollars of that rent you owe me. Fifty dollars by the end of the week, or I'll have to institute eviction procedures. Sorry." With that Mrs. Janeway lowered her eyes, feeling almost as bad about it as Kathy did, and walked off. Kathy fought to push back the big, salty tears that wanted to rush out of her eyes.
The phone rang in the late afternoon. It was Linda Gilstrom.
"Well, girl, you decided yet?"
"I don't know."
"It's now or never. I assume the wolf is a bit closer today than he was when last we spoke."
"You're right, there."
"Then you know how to keep that mean wolf from the door, don't you?"
"Yes." There was some tension as neither of them spoke. Then Kathy said, "Alright, put me down for one of those dates." She tried to smile, but could not dissipate the gloom which had gathered around her.
"Okay, baby," Linda answered. "You're down for tonight."
"Tonight!"
"Unhuh. Before this night is over you'll have seventy-five crisp ones in your hand. That's money to buy groceries with and other things. On other nights you'll make enough for the rent. What is your rent now?"
"A hundred-ninety-five a month."
"That's not high. It could be worse."
"It's high if you don't have it. Even fifty dollars is high if you don't have it," she said, thinking about what her landlady had said to her, realizing this was the only solution to her rent and other problems.
"Don't worry about it, Kathy. Your troubles are just about over. Now I want you to take a good long bath and hose out that pussy of yours. Make sure it's nice and clean. Those dudes like a clean pussy. A real clean pussy."
"I thought I wasn't supposed to use my pussy."
"You're not supposed to. But a girl can't tell what'll happen in life. This is just in case it does happen. Wear nice clean panties, tight slacks, a tight sweater, no bra. Those dudes like tits free and unfettered. They like to hold and grab."
Kathy nodded, half-numb, knowing what she was doing, not wanting to do this, yet seeing no other way out.
"I'll take you. Be outside, in front of your building at seven. Put on make-up. Bye." Linda hung up. Kathy kept the receiver to her ear, listening to the hollow sound, as if someone somewhere might still say something. Then she too hung up and went into the living room.
She stood in the living room a second, shaking her head in disbelief, trying to remember so many details that could not be remembered right at that moment.
It was late, she realized, no time for supper, and just time enough to get ready. She rushed into her bedroom, where there was a full-sized mirror over a nice dark bureau, and started to strip. She worked in a frenzy.
When Kathy Eaton was done stripping she stood in front of the mirror, staring proudly at the body nature had given to her, and which would now be used for shameful but infinitely profitable enterprises.
Her tits moved up and down with her breathing. They were large, full, creamy brown melons; topped by the darker bumpy surface of her areolas. Her nipples capped each breast like blunted dart tips; a rosy-brownish color; the surface lightly pitted.
She wiggled herself from side to side and watched her breasts sway, then come to a stop. Kathy knew any man's mouth would water at the thought of getting those nipples between his lips and his hands on her fine, silken-skinned, globes of heavenly delight.
Her shoulders were round and smooth, her neck long and silken, her chin pointy, but with the point smoothened down a bit. Her face was oval-shaped. Her skin glowed with vitality and was the same pleasant brown creamy color, as was her whole body.
She studied her sensuous, full-lipped mouth. Her lower lip was a bit thicker than her upper lip and gave her mouth that pouting quality so many men loved. With glistenting red lipstick across her full lips, Kathy knew she would be an irresistible sight for any man.
Her eyes were oval; two brown, glistening pupils in a sea of white. She had long lashes, thick brows, a wide, flat nose. On her, each feature was perfect.
In the last six months Kathy had taken to letting her lustrous black hair grow long and now combed it out so that it would look like Farrah Fawcett's hair style.
Her gaze dropped down her body, across the flat, round plain of her abdomen to her cuntal vee. It was a dark, lustrous patch, full of thickly grown kinky hairs. With her legs just a bit apart, the thick, dark pubic lips that led to her cuntal opening were evident. She dropped her hand to stroke them. Then her gaze fell across the wide, fleshy, but not fat thighs, which guarded the entrance to the portals. Her calves were firm and shapely, her ankles well turned.
Kathy did an about face and looked at her body in an over the shoulder gaze. She admired the long sweep of her smooth back; the points where her shoulder blades rose, the ripple of muscle and skin and the outline of underlying bones. Her eyes traveled down to the ripe swell of her buttocks. Kathy was proud of her ass. She considered it one of the high points of her figure. Her buttocks were wonderful, fleshy half globes, that met along her ass groove. With a smile she brought her hands back and pulled apart her cheeks to reveal the long sinuous groove of her ass and the puffed brown ring of her anus. Short black hairs grew along her groove, both above and below her anal ring.
She was good, good enough to bring happiness to many. Licking her lips, Kathy went to douche, shower, do her hair, and get dressed. She had an urgent appointment.
Chapter Two
It was seven o'clock and Kathy Eaton was pacing the sidewalk in front of the building where she lived. Linda was a bit late. It wasn't that Kathy was eager to go to the party tonight, but wanted to go there just to get over her fright and see what kind of men she would be dealing with. Maybe it would not be all that bad.
She had rushed so fast that not only didn't she eat supper, but she hadn't even had a chance to get a cup of coffee. Kathy was about to take the last cigarette from her almost empty pack of Virginia Slims, when a horn honked.
She turned her head. A car was turning into the street her building fronted on. The car was a big, solid looking red Cadillac with lots of shiny chrome. Linda brought it skillfully to a stop next to the curb, where Kathy stood.
With her mouth open, Kathy asked, "Where on earth did you get a car like that?"
Linda blew on the big red garnet she wore in an immitation gold setting and rubbed the ring on her sweater. "Working girls get to make money and money makes one secure enough to afford the better things."
Breaking into laughter, Linda threw open the door. "Get in, honey. We've got places to go and things to do."
Kathy got in. The car throbbed with power and the look of lots of money. "What did this cost you?"
"Ten thousand dollars. Part, I paid cash, the rest is paid on time. By the time I'm finished paying for this beauty she'll have cost me better than twelve grand. That's better than a hundred and fifty nights like this one."
Kathy suddenly saw the advantage of a steady check. She was a lot less reluctant to go to the party, after seeing the Caddy, than before she had seen it. Just the thought of not having any more bill worries made the muscles all over her body relax.
Kathy looked down at herself. The light pink of her sweater contrasted well with the light orange of her tight slacks. Her slacks were so tight that men could see the outline of her panties. Her heart throbbed and her cunt seethed with certain knowledge that tonight she would go and do sinful things with men she did not even know. It was something Kathy didn't want to do. Yet, with another part of her mind she felt excitement, the sense of challenge that the forbidden and the unknown hold for a woman.
She trembled at the hugeness of the step she was taking. The tension showed in her face. Linda looked at her a few times, then paid attention to her driving. She had seen it before in women she had known. It would pass, as did most other fears.
Kathy looked at Linda as soon as she turned her eyes back to the road. Linda was striking to look at. But that was only at first. As one looked at Linda her beauty faded. It was not the kind of beauty that stood up to long inspection. Her lips were a bit too thick and her nose a bit too wide. But, her rounded face held a certain amount of smooth-skinned liveliness. Her eyes were alive and jumping, her Afro was a lustrous black and carefully cut, so that it achieved severe-angled shapes.
Her breast were bigger than Kathy's. She wore a low cut, V-necked sweater that allowed the jiggling globes of her silky brown breasts to well up and swell out over the edge of the opening the V-neck created.
Her thighs were good, but not as good as Kathy's, and her ass did not begin to compare to Kathy's. Looking at her, Kathy felt confident that she would receive a far better reception. That gave her hope that she could keep this job. Kathy would certainly be glad when the evening was over and that seventy-five dollars was in her hands.
"I'm going to take the Old Bayou Road to the hotel," Linda announced. "That'll cut our trip by fifteen minutes. Want to stop someplace for a coffee?"
"Yes, thank you."
They did stop at a place a bit farther on. Linda waited while Kathy ran inside, ordered a coffee, black, with two sugars, no creams, and ran back out. She poured in the sugar, stirred, and drank as they drove.
"Boy, that feels good," Kathy said.
"You nervous, honey?"
"Telling you I'm not would be a lie. I'm scared as hell."
"Who wouldn't be, their first time? Tell you what, look in the glove compartment. There's a small plastic cylinder with white pills inside. Open the glove compartment and take a look."
Linda did and found them. There was a prescription on the plastic cylinder. It was from a legitimate doctor and drugstore.
"The name on it says Miltown," Kathy told her. "What are those?" She looked again at the tablets, which looked a bit larger and thicker than ordinary aspirin tablets.
"They're tranquilizers, honey," Linda answered. "I use them sometimes when I'm nervous. I also give them to new girls. It's to relax you. They're safe. They've been used for years."
"Are they like Valium?"
"In a way. But these are much stronger and safer. Valium are five milligrams, these are four hundred milligrams."
"Isn't that a lot?"
"No. A thousand milligrams equals one gram. Sometimes though, a very small amount can hurt you, but not in this case. Break one of those pills in half and take two hundred milligrams. This is not only stronger than Valium, but it works twice as long."
Kathy did as she had been told and drank the half a Miltown down with her coffe, and put the rest in the glove compartment and shut it. Kathy was hopeful this would relax her and make her feel better.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the hotel, a twenty story affair of white and pink concrete, with a pink concrete canopy out front and bright yellow lights set into the underside. There was a doorman out front in a long blue coat and a hat of the same material.
Linda stopped when she reached him. He leaned down and looked into the car. His eyes swept hungrily first over Kathy, then toward Linda. His face brightened in recognition as he saw Linda.
"Hello," he said with a broad, toothy smile. "Who are you here to see this time?"
"We're being invited to a party being given by a Mister Hank Jenner. That's up in Room 1603."
"Right, right. I've been told to expect you. Just take it around the circle here, then park in the underground garage."
"Thanks," she said, and drove off. Kathy looked back. The doorman was standing in the wake of the Cadillac's smoke, smiling. He was probably thinking to himself about the good time the men up in Mr. Jenner's suite were going to have, Kathy thought. And she knew just what would be playing through his mind. He was wishing that he was up there. Kathy bet herself that if no one had been around he would have dropped his hand and begun playing with himself right then and there.
They came in, along the wide center space, and hotel, then turned right and went down a two lane asphalt ramp going down into an underground garage.
They went in, along the wide center space, and parked in a spot to their left. The garage was dim, filled with shadows, the stains of oil on the asphalt floor, soot on the roof, the smell of gasoline and oil fumes. There were sounds of other cars; some being parked and others just starting up.
They got out and locked up, then walked down the wide center lane, stepping briefly to the side as a car came by. The two men in it looked at them and the driver whistled. Both women automatically smiled. Kathy smiled because of the compliment and Linda smiled in professional response without even thinking twice about doing so.
They headed for the doorway on the right that led into the lobby and toward the elevators. "When does this pill start to work?" Kathy asked in a voice full of concern.
"About an hour after you take it, honey. It's been around fifteen minutes or so. You have about three-quarters of an hour to go. It should start when the party is just about moving into high gear. You may be a bit drowsy, but that'll help you do what you just might have to do."
"I hope so." Kathy felt her stomach begin to tighten in fear. The hunger that had been gnawing at her was now almost gone. They opened the door from the garage into a long, pleasant, well-lit, carpeted lobby and stepped into it.
Almost as soon as the door fell shut the new atmosphere took over. It was the atmosphere of money, good living, power. Kathy felt surrounded, inundated by the atmosphere, almost intimidated. She felt a bit out of place here, though, to look at her, one would imagine Kathy Eaton belonged here.
They headed out into the lobby and got the elevator to the sixteenth floor. The sounds of contented laughter, the pleasant music in the elevator, the cool, filtered air of the hotel, and the swift, stomach-lifting ride, all made her want to explode into nervous laughter. But Kathy said nothing. The elevator came to a swift halt, causing her stomach to feel as if it were traveling down to her ankles and then the doors opened. She and Linda got out, Linda leading the way.
Looking back over her shoulder, her hips moving in a mean pendulum-swaying gait, Linda said, "Be prepared to smile, mix, and be as friendly a bitch as you can. That seventy-five bucks has to be earned."
Kathy nodded dumbly, hardly even able to speak, feeling her throat closing up on her. Each step made her feet seem like lead boots. She read the numbers on the doors, knowing her destiny was coming closer and closer.
Finally, they stopped at 1603. "This is it," Linda said to her in an excited voice, as Linda licked her lips to make them wet and sexier looking. Kathy did the same, almost unconsciously. Then Linda knocked.
The door opened almost immediately. There was a wave of laughter, cigar and cigarette smoke, the smell of beer, cold cuts, and whiskey, which hit them. This was followed by the roar of voices, turning, smiling faces, glinting teeth and eyes, flashing pink tongues. There were about a dozen men and two others girls. The girls were obviously party girls from somewhere else. They had been called because Linda and Kathy were not enough. Kathy had an idea that this was going to be a hot night.
They came into the room as five or six men surged forward to meet them; laughing and smiling as they did, pointing, slapping each other on the back, commenting about this girl or that, some of them cupping hands in front of upper chests to indicate good tits. The men were in their forties to sixties. Their eyes said sex, sex, and more sex.
Their host came over. He immediately craned his neck forward and kissed each girl on the lips. Kathy barely responded, still being a bit shocked by all these sensations and the suddenness of the thing. She hardly had time to catch her breath.
But Kathy did recover, did smile, did not cringe as men surged around them, and she felt hard hands pat her ass, some hands pinch and a hand or two fondle a resilient tit. She felt some burns from the pinching, but kept smiling.
"I'm Hank Jenner," the smiling, gray-haired, brown-faced host said.
He began to introduce various men. They were all smiling, brown-haired heads, gray-haired heads, and white-haired heads. She caught different names; Reitz, Rogvin, Ronnie Fillippo.
"We've got to get you girls a drink, come on." He led them over to a buffet table filled with cold cuts, potato salad, cole slaw, beers, bottles of Johnny Walker Red, Canadian Club, Cutty Sark, Seagram's 7, and a host of other names that passed before her eyes before she could even read them. The men followed, patting, pinching, grabbing. Linda kept laughing, her voice a tinging peal above the battle of the crowd. Kathy followed her example, put false gaiety into her voice, and followed along.
Linda cast her a sharp glance, during which she wasn't smiling. As the smile slowly climbed back across her face, she said, "See how easy it is."
Kathy smiled, but did not answer. She didn't think it was that easy.
At the table Jenner quickly got them two brimming glasses of Scotch on the rocks and toasted them. They drank up. Kathy smiled. This was good. The whiskey would make it easier. She should have taken some whiskey before leaving the house. But then she remembered she had no whiskey. There wasn't even enough money for that. Oh, well, after tonight there would be. The thought of that seventy-five dollars made everything so very easy.
On the other side of the table were the other two party girls. One was a short, well built girl, round in all the right places. The second girl was tall, willowy, but with a giant set of boobs that would keep her much in demand. They smiled at each other as they drank up. Behind the smiles, eyes professionally cataloged what the other girls had and estimated what kind of competition they might be in the future.
With a smile, Linda introduced Kathy to the girls, then each girl to Kathy, beginning with the tall willowy one. "This lady here is Margaret Drummond. I've attend parties with her before." Beneath the sugary words was venomous hate. Even Kathy could see that the first time.
"And this girl here," Linda said, nodding toward the stocky woman, "is Sue Babcock." Again, as with Margaret Drummond, there were nods, and weak smiles, hiding who knew what.
What else surprised Kathy was that both the women and the men were using first and last names. This was not quite the hooker operation she thought it would be.
No sooner had the girls gotten their drinks, than music was put on a record player and some of the men wanted to dance. So Kathy did. And the others did too, while men stood on the sidelines, shouting and clapping, red-faced.
Kathy was dancing with the man named Reitz. He had a harsh pig-face and she did not like him. But, for the sake of the money, she was doing what she had to and was doing it well.
None of the men danced very well, but they were doing this more out of the spirit of the thing and the sheer pleasure of being alone with sexy, black woman, than for any other reason.
The throb of the music was getting to Kathy. She began to swing her hips and let her tits fly. She smiled as the men began to applaud and voice their approval. She didn't like what she was being forced to do, but was certainly enjoying their approval and the fact that her first time at bat was coming off so successfully.
She added emphasis to every grind of her ass and each swing of her tits. Some of the men ran forward to grab a chunk of ass. It surprised her at first, but when the other men laughed, so did she; throwing back her head; dancing more wildly; exposing her neck; making the false glee flow fully.
Another man cut in on Reitz. This was Rogvin, to whom she had already been introduced. Kathy could see that she was the most popular woman there. That made her smile and wonder why she hadn't started in this line a long time ago. It would have earned her loads of money and ended job problems. If not for the sex, she thought, this would be the perfect line of work.
Rogvin proved to be a better dancer and a nicer man. She did a lot more smiling at him then she had done at Reitz. Rogvin was the kind of man you didn't really have to try to be happy with.
They were doing the bump now, and Rogvin really threw his hips into her. Kathy looked around and saw the other girls trying to ape her. Linda was smiling her way, showing approval of how Kathy was handling herself. Kathy wondered how much jealously was underneath that. She decided she didn't want to do so well that Linda might feel threatened. After all, Linda was a dear friend, so she put a damper on her performance, but the party was really moving along now.
Ronnie Fillippo cut in. He was a swarthy looking man with snow white hair, a creased, friendly face, and had a thick western accent. They danced together awhile. He was a bit drunk and, right away, Kathy decided to hit off on him. After all, drunk, how much could a man his age do?
After a few minutes of dancing Fillippo asked her to sit down with him. She got fresh drinks and brought one over to him, taking one for herself.
The Miltown was beginning to work. It mixed well with the drink and made her head fly. They were both laughing. She found that the dancing, the drinks, and the Miltown were keeping her calm. She was even able to enjoy herself a bit.
"Do this kind of work often?" he asked.
"So-so," she answered, not wanting to seem a rookie in the line.
Kathy looked around and saw Linda sitting with Reitz. Margaret Drummond and Sue Babcock were talking to four men, with each taking over the conversation for about a minue before someone else took the lead.
There was another knock on the door. Hank Jenner went over to open it and in walked three more party girls. Kathy wanted to study them, when suddenly she felt two strong hands come down on her tits, followed by deep laughter.
She turned, surprised and a false smile painted across her lips as his hands held firmly onto each tit, and he began to palpitate them. His swarthy face had turned a darker shade of brown. His eyes were black glints in white seas of bloodshot jelly. She could see he had been sitting up too many nights and partying too long. Now, his hunger was really coming out.
"Let's see what you're made out of, little girl," he said in a gravelly voice, laughing loudly at the end of the statement. Her laughter joined his as she arched her back and pushed her chest forward.
His hands had not remain on her tits alone. One hand let go of her left breast and went down her body to grab for her cunt. Kathy was a bit shocked, but parted her thighs to let him get a good handful. "Oh, you're good girl. You're very good. Let's you and me go into one of the bedrooms, lock the door, and make some whoopie."
"Are you sure?" she asked, her head full of sudden thunder.
"I've never been so sure in all my life. I wouldn't forgive myself if I woke up in the morning with just a hangover and a hard-on and had passed up tasting the delights of a fine filly like yourself."
Kathy cursed herself. She thought she had picked herself a dodo, and now found she had a tiger by the tail. That old joke came back to her. "Just because there's snow on the roof, don't think there's no fire in the furnace in the cellar.
He let go of her and picked her up from the couch by the hand, waving at his friends as he and Kathy walked off in the direction of one of the bedrooms.
Kathy did not even look to see if Linda was watching her leave. The Miltown, the drinks, and all the excitement did not serve to still the fear now dancing around inside of her. The dizziness had suddenly gone and she was full of awareness as she entered the bedroom, and Fillippo shut and locked the door behind them.
He hit a wall switch and a ceiling chandelier came on. "Nice, isn't it?" He extended both arms to encompass the entire room. Kathy nodded.
"Why don't you take off that sweater and get comfortable?"
She bit her lip, then nodded. So what if he saw her with her tits hanging out. Maybe he was just full of booze and spirit and wouldn't be able to do a thing. The spirit might be willing, but the flesh might be unable. With a small smile, she took the sweater off in the wink of an eye.
The sight of her young, tender, appetizing tits, swinging free and naked before his eyes, did things for Fillippo. He came over to her took her in his arms, and began to nuzzle her melons. She stood there as he gasped and nuzzled and hissed. Kathy could smell his thick, hot breath. She could also feel his hard-on. Not only was the spirit willing, but the flesh was able.
She was going to get it. "How do you want this?" she asked with an amused smile.
"Blow me."
"Okey dokey."
Fillippo went over to the bed. He began undoing his pants and let them drop off. She saw that he was wearing white shorts. On them was stitched, in black, block lettering, just over the fly, "Take A Chance On Romance In Your Pants."
She had to laugh on seeing that. He smiled. That was the idea of the slogan, to get a laugh, and he had achieved his purpose. The slogan said it all. This mature man was more full of life than men half his age.
As she went to him, feeling less fear now and a bit of excitement, for she had never been with anyone over the age of sixty yet, Kathy saw him pull his pants down.
His cock emerged. It was a huge, swarthy-colored snake, about eight inches in length and more than two inches thick. His balls hung down below, large as duck eggs, in a dark-skinned ball sac, covered with thick clumps of kinky black hairs.
Kathy had not seen a cock like that before in her life and it made her mouth water. This would certainly be more than one mouthful. Somehow, she would have to take it in and service it. There was some fear in that, but Kathy was confident she could do the job and succeed. She shivered a bit, then smiled at him. Her entire body was trembling. She hadn't had a man in months. Maybe the hungers that had lain dormant were now coming to the surface, asking to be expressed and fulfilled.
That, the party, the strangeness of her new occupation, this amazing man she had not met before, the liquor, the tranquilizer, the hope for the future, all came together. Kathy Eaton was ready to give head and put her soul into it.
He grinned a big, obscene toothy grin her way and wiggled his cock with his right hand. "Do you like to French big ones with a lot of juice?"
She nodded up and down. "Well, do me and do a good job. Don't spill a drop." She nodded again, tears of joy, fear, and fulfillment mingling in her heart.
Fillippo went toward her. His movements were slow, deliberate; the sure moves and grace of the leopard on the hunt; knowing the game was his even before the kill had been made.
Kathy went toward him, her lips very soft, wet, open, trembling. Her tits were hot now, full, round, the nipples elongated, waiting for his fingers and even his brutal, knowing mouth. Her cunt throbbed. It was the throbbing of fear, but also the throbbing of lust. Lust suppressed. Lust that should not be there and yet was. She hardly knew him and he hardly knew her. He hadn't said too much and neither had Kathy.
He was no longer one of the guests at the party, just a thick, brutal, muscular animal. Not a handsome man; an ugly-handsome man. A man of more then three score years, with decades of sexual experience and promise under his belt. He was a tiger in human form, and now their bodies conversed in the language of human sexuality. His body said to hers, you will be mine and I will know you.
They stopped a second, chests heaving, his pants and shorts down below his knees, his suit jacket left outside, his shirt and tie on; the tie somewhat askew; his cock and balls exposed obscenely for her pleasure and his.
They were studying each other, deciding when to make the move; both their chests heaving up and down in pleasure and in passion, and perhaps a bit in fear. They he made his move and went to her.
Without a word his arms circled around her. He pressed her up against his chest, crushing her tits, mashing them down against his hot, muscular hardness, irritating the sensitive nipples even more; making them and her hotter and harder. His lips came down on hers, his face mashing her softness this way and that. She was speechless, almost breathless, powerless in his arms. She was his meat to do with as he pleased, and this was just the beginning.
Her arms went around him and she pulled Fillippo to her. She ran her fingers like talons across his back and felt the muscular strength of him underneath the skin, the animal power. He was so big and broad that her arms could barely go around him, but she tried nonetheless.
In return he squeezed her up against him, mashing her tits down ever more. Then he rubbed her against his chest. She felt her sensitive nipples like primed warheads, being irritated in up and down motions against the bulges and bumps of his chest.
She wanted to gasp, to say, "Oh Ronnie, oh Ronnie, please, no!" But her mouth was his to do with as he wanted. His lips were hard and muscular, like the man himself, rubbing and then grinding down against her mouth.
Then his tongue, a hard snake of muscular pink wetness, pushed out and down between his lips and hers, into the soft pit of her mouth. She was excited by this living probe, and squirmed up harder against him, then wiggled her tits against his chest as she sucked on his tongue.
Fillippo, not content to let things lie as they were, pushed his tongue deeper, and with it began to duel with Kathy's tongue. She fought him; an unwilling opponent who lost the match, as his tongue rammed hers back and then laved it, going over, under and around; touching the roof of her mouth, pushing under her tongue and withdrawing.
Their mouths and faces parted and their heads pulled back and away. But they stayed glued to each other; holding tight, arms running up and down backs and shoulder blades. Their gasping faces were inches from each other. Knowing smiles on their lips spoke of a secret knowledge one is born with and does not have to acquire, a talent older than the pyramids themselves.
Kathy no longer wondered about her sinning or thought much about what she had been forced into. There was the here and now. Things outside the room, the passing traffic on the street below, crickets in the park, chipmunks sitting in the trees, were as if they had never been and had no existence outside of the moment.
His strong hands let go of her back, then came around in front, where each hand grabbed a young, trembling tit and began to work them in a steady squeezing motion, as if he were working exercise spauldines.
Her reaction was a smile of surprise as the heat in her breasts radiated out through her chest into every fiber of her being. He played with her fleshy boobs, working them till each cell in her mamillaries vibrated with his strength and the electric heat of what he was doing to her. Her nipples were like hot coals burning into his sweating palms.
She closed her eyes, allowing her head to fall forward a bit and her hair to fall down over her face; the breath jetting in and out of her fevered lungs through her nostrils and open mouth.
She had not imagined it could be like this; not ever. His tongue, a slippery snake that licked at her nipples, touched her tits, going from one to the other.
If Kathy had thought that a hot tongue in her mouth was something, and hard hands across her tits were great, she swooned to the effect of his wet, slippery tongue, licking and teasing her nipples making them harder, longer and hotter than they now were.
She gasped, having believed it impossible that this could happen. He began to lick at her in round and round circles, starting with her left nipple and going to her right. Twice, Fillippo repeated this.
Then his mouth sank around her right nipple and he began to suck on it. He sucked slowly, sending blasts of heat down through her breasts and chest, into her brain', and to her crotch. He sucked hard, making her gasp and lift her chest, pressing it up against his face.
Fillippo put his hands on her shoulders to hold Kathy in place as he removed one nipple from his mouth and went for the other. He did the same with it. Not a man to stay with one trick for long, or to repeat it, he lift his lips away to replace them with his teeth; working the nipple between his teeth in left-right movements, and then working in opposite directions with the nipple still between his teeth. He did this very lightly and gently and sent sharp, needle-like sensations dancing through her. Kathy gasped, licked her lips till they were wet and moist and soft as doe-skin. Her teeth gleamed brightly in the dim light of the room. Her eyes were screwed shut. She twisted her head from side to side, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. Her mouth opened and then shut. Her face twisted in spasmodic ripples that soon died away and left her face calm and smooth as a pond at dawn.
She gasped twice, her hands coming down atop his head, her fingers burying themselves in his hair, which she pulled and twisted around her fingers.
Fillippo lifted his face away from her for a second; his eyes wild; the skin over his cheekbones gone tight. His face was more a mask of lust than anything else. There was a tight smile on his pressed together lips.
He looked down at his cock, already swollen long and thick with passion. This was for Kathy. This was to be her coming out, her moment of truth. Sweat beads ran down her face. The tremor in all her parts increased with each passing moment The thump of her heart had grown so strong and loud that Kathy thought her heart must surely be in her throat by now. Her mind was a haze of whirling thoughts, sensations and fears. But these had to be banished. Kathy was committed to this new path in life, no matter what.
Fillippo let go of her, moved back to the bed, and sat down, closing his eyes and letting out air with a sigh. He opened his eyes after just a few seconds and looked at her with a grin.
He put a hand under his cock and balls, cupping them, bouncing them up and down a few times. "Like it?" he asked, not even looking at her, sure she did.
Kathy did not answer, merely smiling, her eyes closing into slits. She studied his cock. She licked her lips at the many bulging blue and purple veins and arteries. He was quite hairy. She was already aware of this. The hair grew halfway up the length of his firm meat.
His balls hung down at a slight slant, thick ovals in dark-skinned, hairy sacs, Kathy licked her lips nervously and stretched out a hand to touch them. She felt the hot sacs lightly, using just the tips of her fingers. She knelt down.
The skin underneath was hot, trembling, moist. Bending forward, she could smell the musky man scent of him. There was a salty tang to the air around his crotch. It had an effect on her. Kathy's head swam. For one second she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself; also taking in more of the man scent.
When her eyes came open small patches of pink covered her cheeks. There was a reddish hue to her forehead. Her eyes were glazed. Her mouth was open and hot. She was a sensual woman. A creature quite different from the one who had gone into this room a short time before. She looked at him once, with that up from under look a woman only gives to the man or men she admires and would do almost anything for.
Fillippo smiled down at her, looking at her, hovering there over his midsection, looking up at him along the length of his now half reclining body.
"Go ahead," he said in a tight little voice. "Looking ain't as much fun as doing."
Kathy licked her lips and hesitated. She summoned all the knowledge she possessed about blowing; arranging them in her mind and then proceeded. Her face came down, her right hand grasped his cock. It was thick, so thick that she had trouble getting her fingers around it. When she squeezed his cock she was able to touch her fingertips by forcing the confining meat down and in for a few seconds.
Then she brought her face down and lifted his cock so that she was looking at the head, and the slit in the head. A drop of dew glistened in the slit. She bent forward a bit more. Fillippo watched as her soft lips touched and then kissed him. She sighed and then kissed him once more. He hissed as the fever passed through him.
Kathy felt the tremble as the spasm coursed through his body in response to her good lip work. She knew now for the first time the true meaning of the term lip service.
The taste of his cock was salty and musky. She opened her mouth and licked the dew from the slit with the tip of her tongue, tasting and then swallowing, but not spitting out what was on her tongue.
Kathy closed her eyes, opened her mouth wider, and took in the entire head. Fillippo closed his eyes, too. He brought his head forward and then his hands went out and he touched her hair and caressed the fine, silky strands.
Kathy began to work the foreskin down off the head, at the same time sucking slowly and gently at the meat, feeling the warmth and the slow tremble; tasting the salty man musk and being affected by it.
She sucked a bit faster now, her head dipping up and down in the age old cadence of the worshipful cocksucker. She let her soft lips slip down an inch and took some more of his cock into her mouth.
She was surprised by the feeling inside her body; the new found power she had over this man above her; the liking for a thick cock in her mouth. It was an in-born response that no one had to teach her. Kathy was proud that she had mastered the preliminaries so well. She hoped the rest would be as easy and there would be no slip-up on her part. Above all she wanted him to enjoy this.
He had his head to the side and was smiling, lying there, enjoying the sensations of her mouth around his cock. The waves of pleasure rippled from his affected cockhead into his roots and along his balls. They shifted with the sensations coming down into them and the thick load of cream in them stirred under the increasing temperature of her ministrations on the tip of his cock.
He felt himself grow harder and hotter. His cock was vibrating more. The sensations ran up and down his tool, into his belly muscles, and also along his spinal tree into the pleasure centers of his brain.
Behind his closed eyes pink and purple and red lights flashed. He was more aware of them as sensations than colors, and each faded before it could really register, to be replaced by another sensation.
She felt him grow more excited and listened to the breath rush in and out of him in fast gasps. This, and the swollen hardness of him in her mouth, as well as the new found sense of power she had, made Kathy more excited also.
The blood welled in her head, and danced in her cunt as electricity crackled inside her down-hanging tits and ripples of joy danced across the twisting muscles of her abdomen. Sweat beads ran along her hot and jiggling body and down her strained face. Kathy's mouth was a tube of painted love around the glistening shaft, which she so faithfully and tirelessly massaged as she pistoned up and down its length, swallowing more with each thrust of her face and mouth down on his cock.
Fillippo began to twist his body this way and that under her. Kathy had to put her hands on his hips to keep him steady. She shivered with anticipation at what would happen next. Hundreds of wild and super excited thoughts crowded through her mind. Her senses were very aware of each thrash of his body and the now steady up and down rise of his midsection. She swallowed more and more of him with each down thrust of her lips around Fillippo.
She felt the tip touching the back of her throat. Since this was all she could take without gagging, she went no farther. Even this was more than enough.
Fillippo gasped out his joy, pressing down on her head with his hands, and twisting his face about in a grimace of passion.
"AAAGGGHHH!" he gasped.
His cock quivered more now. He could feel his balls shift restlessly and knew his cumming was not far off. The fire in his roots was building to that crescendo, which he knew always ended but one way.
Kathy was tiring, gasping for breath, pulling air in through her nostrils, but not daring to stop for one second this marvelous thing she was doing for him and also for herself. It was so grand, so very good.
The blast of thunder-fire rushed up his spinal tree and into his brain. Fillippo was really thrashing about now, shifting restlessly, gasping about how good and silken her hot, soft, sweet mouth was. And then he gasped out the words, which Kathy barely heard.
"I'M CUM-M-M-ING," he gasped. Then his hands came down hard on her head. His sudden pressure prevented her from fully bringing her mouth up after the downstroke. She had to swallow him right in again.
It was then that he shot his load. A hot, hard spurt of it struck the back of her throat. She gave a yelp and a cough of surprise. In automatic reaction, and in order to save herself from choking, Kathy swallowed as more and more gushing juice shot into her mouth as she kept on pistoning, not stopping, in her shock still doing what had by now become an automatic reaction while she tried to figure out what had happened. She swallowed all that he shot into her.
"OOOHHHHHH!" he exclaimed as he twisted about and his cock wildly unleashed load after load into this hungry and fast working mouth.
After several seconds his flow and the sensations passing through his body abated. As this happened, Fillippo began to move about less and less. He did not hiss as often as before and allowed his body to go slack very slowly, no longer pressing down as hard on her head with his hands.
Kathy began to become aware of this and pis-toned more slowly. His cock shrunk and grew softer in her mouth. Fillippo was no longer shooting and there was not that feverish need for her to blow as hard or as fast.
Kathy decided this was enough and that she might as well now take him from her mouth. With that, she opened wide and let him flop out wet and red onto the black, kinky hairs of his crotch.
Kathy looked up at him. Fillippo was just opening his eyes now. He grinned at her.
"You are one good mouth-girl. Those are golden lips you have, honey. Let me tell you, I've had many a woman. You are good. Leave your name and number. I'll be calling and friends of mine will be calling to give you plenty of business. As long as you're young, your body is good, and your lips are golden, you'll never have to worry about money."
Kathy smiled in answer. Life seemed to be grinning down on her.
Chapter Three
Sitting in the coffee shop at three in the morning, smiling at Linda, then looking back down at the four bills which lay next to the cup of steaming coffee she was sipping, Kathy could not beheve what she had just done and where she had just been.
Outside, on the sidewalks of night, lone cars went by swiftly. Some of them honked, from others, laughter spilled out, like glass falling out of an open truck. Streetlights made pools of brightness in the overpowering blackness of night. It was a strange hour to be up- Streets were mostly deserted, with humans few and far between. It had been a long time since Kathy Eaton had been up at that hour. It had been an even longer time since she had sucked a man's cock. It had been over ten years since she had sucked the cock of any man other than her husband, and never a white cock. Kathy Eaton was growing up fast and hard.
Linda tapped her and offered Kathy a cigarette, which Kathy took. Linda had one of those long, green cloth purses that looked as if they were for change, but in which women kept their cigarettes.
Many feelings were riding around in her chest. Some of the feelings flew away before she could even put her finger on them. That was such a frustrating, nagging feeling. There was nothing she could do about it. Such things had happened to her before in moments of great tension and wonder and confusion. The best way to handle it was not to think about it, but go on to the next subject, and let tomorrow bring back what had been lost. But the sheer loss nagged at her and prevented Kathy from easily going onto the next subject.
"Like it?" Linda asked. She nodded at the fifty, the two tens and the four singles on the counter, next to the coffee cup.
"Yeah." Kathy's chest heaved as she said that. She let out a sigh.
"You don't look too happy," Linda said. "The money is good."
"It's not the money I don't like. It's what I have to do for it."
"'You just had to blow a guy?' Linda shrugged. "Big deal. Haven't you blown guys you didn't really like because they took you out on a nice date and treated you swell?"
Kathy looked at her. "Not in a very long time. And not for money."
"The money is just for company, dear. The sex is something extra that you throw in. And sex isn't always the end result of every party we'll be going to. Let me be frank. I was the same way. Then I got used to it. You will, too. You may not think so, but you will." There was an interval of silence between them. Kathy broke it.
"The whiskey helped, the Miltown helped, and the guy I was with was a super guy. I enjoyed it, to be honest, but now I feel guilty."
Linda shook her head. "Never feel guilty about joy. It's one of the few things men and women have to make this rough life of ours bearable."
Kathy sipped her coffee. It felt good. Foods and drinks had a different taste at three in the morning than the did around suppertime or at three in the afternoon. Maybe it was the mood of the moment that played such tricks on a person.
"Look, if you're bothered, let me give you the other half of that Miltown. It'll calm you down."
"I don't want to become a pill freak."
"You won't. This is just a temporary crutch, till you get over your present dilemma."
"Alright. You can give it to me when we get back in the car. I feel so damned funny about everything. Good and bad inside. Do you know what I mean?"
"Unhuh." Linda shook her head, even though she really wasn't sure. Now wasn't the time to say so.
They drank up, paid their bill, and left. Once back in her car, they pulled out and headed for home.
Linda looked across at Kathy. "There's another date tomorrow. Want to come?"
"Another date?"
"That's what I said."
"I don't know."
"Look, honey, seventy-five dollars is nice money for six hours of less of work. But it don't last long when bill time comes around. It won't even take care of that rent problem you have. Now that your Sam has skipped town and isn't paying anymore alimony, you have troubles. He probably has some other woman and doesn't want to be short changing her."
The look of pain, hate and worry this sent across Kathy's face made Linda change the subject quickly. "You'll be needing more cash. Not just to pay your rent, but to take care of food, gas, electric, the phone bill, clothes. Now that you're in this line what you wear begins to count. Good clothing can make a girl look more attractive till she has to take them off." Linda smiled. Kathy didn't.
"If a man forms a good impression before you take off those clothes, he's liable to keep the impression even when you take them off. And in that department underwear counts for a lot."
"What's wrong with my underwear?"
"Nothing, if it's for wearing around the house or going shopping in." Linda asked Kathy to open the glove compartment again. "There's a blue bag in there. Take it out." Kathy did, shutting the glove compartment as she removed the bag and what it contained.
"Open the bag," Linda said. Kathy did and extracted what was inside. She gasped. It was a sequined, pink G-string.
"That's what you'll wear."
"You've got to be kidding," Kathy said sharply, looking at Linda.
"That's what the men like. Do it, you'll never be sorry. You won't be wearing it for long," Linda said it with a smile.
They were almost home by then. Linda stopped the car and Kathy sat there a second before throwing open the door and getting out.
She bent down and looked back in. "This has been some night."
Linda pointed toward the G-string. "Try it on, see how it fits." With that she started the car and drove off, leaving behind a pungent, white cloud of smoke.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Kathy Eaton went up on the sidewalk, then across it to the front door of her apartment building. She took the elevator up to her fifth floor apartment, unlocked the door, stepped inside and put on the light.
The room had that stale odor of closed up places, when someone comes into them from the outside. She sniffed and made a face. Looking around now, the room seemed somehow strange. It seemed strange the way a familiar place would seem after weeks away from it. But she had been away just hours. But this time, when Kathy Eaton left the apartment, she had been one woman. Now she had returned a totally different person.
She threw the G-string down on a chair and began to peel out of her clothes. She wanted a smoke, but remembered she had no cigarettes. All evening Kathy had been bumming cigarettes off male guests, and coming home Linda had given her cigarettes. It didn't matter. She would be better off smoking less.
She stripped till she was totally naked. Then, Kathy looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was the same, yet somehow mysterious and different. She decided not to think anymore about it and shut off the light, then got into bed, glad for the cool sheets so smooth against her still hot and bothered body.
Kathy remembered that Linda had not given her the Miltown or told her about tomorrow's gig. Oh well, she could talk to her on the phone tomorrow. Before Kathy could think anymore, in the middle of a thought in fact, the curtain of sleep came down on her and she was out to the world..
Sunlight tickling her face was the first thing Kathy Eaton became aware of. A strong, hairy man was chasing her down an alley. She woke suddenly, opened her eyes to a bright rectangle of sunlight across her face, and shut them again quickly.
She said, "Oh," became aware of the bad taste in her mouth from too much whiskey and smoking and the light throb in the back of her head signaled the beginning of a hangover.
Kathy sat up too suddenly and the headache throbbed into full life. She fell back down against the cushion under her head and lay still. All the memories of last night returned.
Kathy opened her eyes, a bit confused and tense. She again sat up, more slowly this time. Her face was sore from all that blowing she had been doing. Kathy smiled at the thought of Fillippo dancing beneath her wonderful mouth. She grinned at the reaffirmation of her powers as a woman.
The thought of that seventy-five dollars made her purr like a cat over a saucer of fresh, warm cream. The hangover wasn't too bad, just a mild one. It would go away as the day wore on.
Kathy got out of bed, went into the bathroom, took a piss, then looked at her bloodshot eyes in the mirror. She grabbed for her shower cap and bubblebath and got in the tub. She turned on the water, began adjusting the flow of hot and cold, and sat down like some regal queen.
It was time to clean herself up. Tonight was another date. Another seventy-five bucks. She wished the gig was already over and the money was in her hands right now. But that could not be. The whole day and night were ahead of her. She would just have to take it one hour at a time. A tight knot formed in the pit of her stomach. It was washed away the next moment by thoughts of money and the sweet fragrance of the bubblebath washing across her flesh on the arms of lukewarm water. Her creamy brown skin glistened and glowed with good feelings, cleanliness, and the health of a powerful young body.
In a short while she was out of the bath and was getting dressed when the phone rang. She ran over to answer it, shaking her head to move her lustrous black curls more evenly out over her shoulders and back.
Kathy picked up the telephone and said, "Hello.';
"That you, Kathy?" Linda asked.
"What's up?"
"The party tonight is for six. Be waiting for me in front of the house around five-thirty. Do not be late."
"I won't be," Kathy said, bristling a bit at Linda's sharp reminder.
"Good," Linda answered, ignoring Kathy's tone. "The money will be the same as last time. The host pays us when the evening is at an end."
"Will I have to blow again?"
"Honey, you may have to take it in the armpits. How the hell do I know what you'll wind up doing? You could wind up with a lucky streak. I knew a girl once, good looking, too, who went through eight parties in a row without once even being asked to suck dick, fuck, or anything else. The same thing might happen to you."
"I sure hope so."
"What's the matter?" Linda asked with a laugh. "Did that old fuck last night tickle your tonsils too hard?"
"He wasn't an old fuck," Kathy answered sharply. "He was a nice man. He was quite virile and pleasant to me."
"Well, let's hope you're lucky and all of your beaus are so nice. I'll have to be signing off now, but I'll see you at five-thirty."
"Sure, bye." Kathy hung up and went to get dressed. With all that money burning a hole in her pocket she figured she might as well buy some groceries and other items she needed.
Kathy didn't take over half an hour on her shopping spree. She stopped in the liquor store and bought a hundred proof bottle of Southern Comfort. With her mild hangover troubling her, she might as well drink it away. And Southern Comfort, sweet and strong, was one of her favorite whiskies.
She returned home, and before even taking the things that she had bought out of the bag, she opened the Southern Comfort, poured herself a swift slug, and was about to drink it down when she remembered what a friend once taught her about drinking on an empty stomach. She put the glass down, the whiskey sloshing out a bit on the table, the pungent aroma of the Southern Comfort filling the air, making her mouth water.
Kathy took out bacon, eggs, pepper, steak, Coca-Cola, Corn Chex, milk, Maxwell House Coffee, lamb chops, Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup, a box of Celentino's chocolate-covered, liquid-filled cherry centers, and started taking out pots and pans.
She still had soap and white bread in the house. Kathy started making breakfast, working in a flurry, suddenly hungry, her enthusiasm taking the edge off her hangover just a bit.
Soon the air was fragrant with the smell of scrambled eggs, pepper, coffee brewing, bacon frying. There were crackles and sizzles and bubbling sounds.
Kathy went to the bag and found the one item she had missed and not taken out yet, a carton of Kent filtertips. She took the empty bag and put in in the empty plastic pail by the sink. Now she would have a recepticle to put her garbage into. The past few days she had even been running out of paper bags.
Kathy shuddered at the way she had looked before this new job and smiled at how she looked after her new job. She began to sing while cooking her food, getting dishes from the cupboard and washing them.
"My foolish heart sings.
"My foolish heart is full of so many happy things.
"My foolish heart sings."
"It leaps, it runs, it's full of joy.
"Oh, my foolish heart sings."
She smiled to herself. It was pretty good. The tune was from some forties musical, but the words were her own. Kathy was surprised she could pick them like that. Perhaps, she told herself, in a moment of great exuberance, she should have been a songwriter.
Then she began to sing the theme from the musical, "The Man of LaMancha." But she changed it around so that it came out this way:
"To dream the magnificent dream.
"To Fight for a better life.
"To be rich and not poor anymore." She held the note, then went on.
"To be happy and gay, full of life, and with money to burn." Again, she held the note.
"To be rich and a bitch, that for me is the magnificent dream."
Gaily humming, she began to take the food off the fire. She got plates and scooped the food off the skillets and into the plates. Then she set the skillets in the sink for washing later on. Washing dishes, pots and pans was something she never liked, but had learned to do fairly well.
The eggs were good. She put a bit of black pepper on them, not too much. Black pepper, her grandmother once told her, wasn't good for the lungs. She got the coffee, added two sugars, and stirred. Kathy liked her coffee black.
The eggs were just right, fluffy without being too wet. The bacon was crisp, tasty, not too fat. The coffee tasted good. The cigarette she lit was wonderful. But the first cigarette in the morning was always wonderful. After a day of smoking, when your lungs felt like lead, a cigarette just wasn't the same any more. And that first fresh cigarette from the pack made the smoke seem better than it might have seemed after number twenty.
She began to clean up after eating. She wanted to hum, but that hangover was getting a bit bigger. It had been fading for awhile. When she was done cleaning, Kathy got the glass of Southern Comfort.
The smell of it, sweet, yet sharp, came to her nostrils. There was something fresh about a newly opened bottle of liquor that one didn't find in a bottle that had been standing around open for several months.
The drink went down well. It burned a sharp trail to her stomach, warming her insides, sitting well atop the meal just finished. She sighed.
It was well past noon, and yet it seemed to her as if it were still morning. But she had gone to bed later, gotten up later, and now had spent time shopping and eating. One look at the clock showed her it was almost three.
Time sure flew when you were a working girl. This time yesterday or perhaps the day before Kathy would have been sitting around the house, moping, wondering when Mary Tyler Moore would come on the tube so she could kill an hour watching TV. But here it was, three, and her day had barely begun. In a little over two and a half hours she would have to be downstairs, dressed, and ready to show some stud a good time.
Kathy finished her drink and poured herself another jolt. The bottle had at least thirty more jolts left just like it. She stubbed out her cigarette and took another.
It was one of those days when she didn't have enough time and nothing to really do with the little time left to her. It seemed as if her life was divided into periods when there was too much time and periods when there wasn't enough. -Kathy decided to do her nails, perfume her body, and try on the G-string. She did each of those things, finding the G-string a bit too tight. But the sequined, pink beauty of the G-string was just the thing needed to accent her loveliness.
Lighting another cigarette and taking her third slug of whiskey, Kathy found the hangover slowly fading. Years ago, when she had been a much lighter drinker, Kathy didn't have any problem getting high after two slugs. Now she was barely feeling it.
She sighed twice, stretched, and looked at the clock. It was time to start on her hair. The combing, the spraying, the make-up that would have to be apphed to her face, would all take hours. Maybe some women were faster, but Kathy took her own good time about it. She liked being careful and meticulous with her appearance.
She sat down at her dresser mirror and began. All the while, Kathy would stop and go into the kitchen to pour herself another slug and get another cigarette.
She found herself smoking and drinking a bit too much. But she also discovered that in drinking the tension that had begun to build as the hour approached was moving away. And, taking the place of all that tension, was a warm, satisfying glow, even a bit of pixy-like devilishness. She smiled at thoughts of herself prancing naked through some bedroom, with a muscular, hairy white man rushing after her and smacking her ass.
Around five she left the table, her hair done, her make-up all apphed, her face slightly silly looking from too much whiskey. The hangover was long gone. In its place had come the hot glow of medium intoxication.
She walked, entirely naked, except for the yellow satin bedroorti mules she wore, toward the pink sequin G-string that lay across the room, waiting for her to put it on. Her wonderful ass and fantastic thighs and calves rippled with her movements. Halfway across the room she stopped, and with a smile stared over her shoulder at her reflection in the dresser mirror. She obviously approved of what she saw. Her tingly laughter filled the air.
She went and put on the G-string, thinking, with a satisfied smirk, of what some lucky man would say on seeing her. Then she began to dress in the same outfit she had worn yesterday. Kathy did not wear a bra. If things got going she wouldn't need one for long.
Somehow, she did not find herself dreading-what was to come. Not as much as she did yesterday. Some of it no doubt was due to the liquor in her and some of it was because of the way she had enjoyed herself with Ronnie Filhppo. Also, she had been in the furnace once and knew what to expect, and wasn't as frightened as she would have been facing it raw for the first time tonight.
She walked, a bit woozy, from the bedroom to the kitchen, and got a fresh pack of Kents, then got her bag and keys and left the apartment, locked up, and went downstairs to wait.
Once she was down on the sidewalk, Kathy realized just how much whiskey she had had. Perhaps she had tippled a bit too much. But it would mean that she would be nicer to whomever she met at the party and less of a stiff. Whatever she had to do, it would come easier now.
Three fast honks one after the other, cut through the air. Kathy turned. Linda's big, shiny Cadillac was turning onto the street where Kathy lived. It came to a stop in front of Kathy and the door was thrown open by Linda, who leaned back into place behind the steering wheel.
Kathy got in, finding herself not only a bit woozy, but her coordination was off. "I can smell it, girl," Linda said. "You been drinking."
"Unhuh. But I'll bet my speech isn't even slurred."
"No it isn't. How do you do it?"
"It's not hard. I only had eight or nine shots." Kathy's eyes screwed up. ""Maybe it was ten. It couldn't have been more. At least two-thirds of the Southern Comfort was still in the bottle."
"Well," Linda said with a smile, "you won't be needing that Miltown tonight."
"No, I won't."
Linda started the car and pulled out into traffic. "It's good you didn't drink more," she told Kathy. "Women get silly when they get sloshed. That's why I never drink much at parties. But then, I don't need it. You might. But I think by a few parties from now you'll be able to go cold turkey."
"Where are we going?"
"The Jade Room of The Armbruster Arms."
"Armbrewster or Armbruster; maybe I didn't hear you right?"
"You heard me right. Armbruster. They named it after some old time cattleman, I think. Someone like that. It's a fancy place, more folksy than the last place we were to and a lot less rooms to it also."
"What kind of men will we be meeting?"
"Men men. The kind of men who like a good ass, a fine pair of firm tits, great drumsticks, and aren't afraid of saying so," Linda answered with a laugh.
"I mean, what do they do?"
"Some of them sell cars, some of them are meat salesmen. They belong to some sort of lodge."
"Meat salesmen! I don't want to be graded like some cow!"
Linda laughed. "They won't grade you. You see, they sell beef by the freight car, and they're having a big celebration to mark their selling of one hundred thousand tons of meat in just two months. And since they belong to one lodge they've invited everyone in the lodge, whether they're beef salesmen or not."
Kathy shook her head. "Imagine one hundred thousand tons of juicy, raw, red steak."
"I am imagining it," Linda said, "and it makes me hungry."
Kathy fell silent after that, her drunkenness gradually lifting. By the time they reached the Armbruster Arms, she was able to walk without too much of her wooziness being noticeable.
The Armbruster Arms was a stucco and brick hotel about seven stories high. It was a big place with green lawns, trees, and a large asphalt parking lot out behind the hotel. It was rustic rich. Quiet and probably quite expensive, Kathy realized. They parked in back, got out, and went into the lobby.
"I see Margaret Drummond's car out back,"
Linda said. "That means she's here and Sue Babcock, too. They usually go together." The acid tone in her voice showed how she felt about the women mentioned.
While they waited for the elevator, Kathy studied the decor. It was rustic. Lots of big cowheads, whips, dusty serapes, sombreros and cowboy hats hung on the walls. They took the elevator up to the Jade Room. It was a funny name for a room in a hotel like this.
When they got upstairs, Kathy saw that the room was painted green, with little imitation jade Buddhas in niches in the wall and gold painted leaves all over the place, around the niches and along the corners of the ceiling. There were chandeliers and flickering lights. The owner had probably been on a trip to the Orient and when the fancy came over him he did this room up in a Chinese flavor, the only big change in the entire atmosphere of the hotel. It was pretty daring by Texan standards.
The party was going on at the other end of the room. Margaret Drummond was there. So was Sue Babcock and some other girls Kathy did not know, and who hadn't been at the party last night. There was a buffet table and men around it, with loud giggles, asses being pinched, and tits being squeezed.
The large Jade Room led off at the far end, on the right and left, toward two hallways, with rooms opening off of them. The buffet part of the Jade Room was for functions, with the middle just for guests who used the rooms leading off to both sides. There didn't seem to be any guests up here. Perhaps this section was opened up just for the heavy visitor season.
Kathy and Linda walked toward the assembled men. Some of them spotted the women, pointed toward them, and several smiling, red-faced men in cowboy outfits, started toward them. The two women broke into professional smiles and sped up their walk.
"Well, well," the men began to laugh. One, with blonde hair and a hard face, broke into an even wider smile. He extended a hand and shook with both women.
"Howdy, ladies. My name's Bart Howard." He pointed to several other men, some in their thirties, some in their forties. "This is Sam Spatton, Fran Stewart, Ed Travis." The woman shook hands with all of them. There were a jumble of faces, hands, smiles. Other men crowded around and greetings were exchanged.
The women were then led over to the buffet to eat and were given drinks. Hands immediately began to fondle them and pinch and grab. Kathy even liked it a bit. She laughed out loud, threw back her head, and exposed the long, smooth sweep of her neck. Sam Spatton moved forward and kissed it. She laughed some more.
There was music from a jukebox on the side. Eddie Rabbit, Johnny Paycheck and The Kendells did their bit. Kathy cast a glance at Sue Babcock and Margaret Drummond, and for a moment saw looks of pure hate in their eyes. She was popular and therefore competition and an enemy.
Suddenly Sue said, "Let's dance." Before Kathy knew what was happening she was in the middle of a cleared space dancing, first with Sam Spatton, then Bart Howard, and after that Francis Stewart and some other man, then Ed Travis.
Travis looked to be the nicest of the men there. He had a hurt, puppy dog look in his eyes. It was a look that even the gleaming festivities could not hide.
This drew her to him. She studied his long, weatherbeaten, sun-browned face. She liked his eyes, his brownish gray hair, his hard, boney hands, the long, strong fingers, the way he grabbed her ass, giving her an almost shy smile. She smiled back as if to say it's okay, go ahead.
With the music and festivities moving along, Sue Babcock looked at Margaret Drummond. She smiled satanically and then said, "Let's have a strip contest to see which of us has a better body."
Kathy felt a little hot in the face, then said to herself, "Why not. I'm good. I have nothing to be ashamed of." She had never done this in front of many men before. Why not now? If strippers on stage could do it, so could Kathy Eaton..
The men licked their lips as Sue Babcock began wiggling her hips and slowly taking garment after garment off. Margaret Drummond joined in, as did some girl Kathy didn't know. Then Sue looked at Kathy.
"How about you?" she asked.
"Yeah, how about it?" Bart Howard wanted to know. With the men clapping, whistling, shouting encouragement, she began stripping. Her sweater went first.
The alcohol in her veins made her bold. She danced around the.circle of watching men, wiggling her tits, enticing them, letting them grab feels, laughing, her laughter like pure, sparkling water rushing to the sea.
She then began a sultry strip in which she removed her slacks. She now saw that all eyes were on her and not on Sue Babcock. Sue was livid with rage. She had been outfoxed and outstripped. Kathy removed her slacks, threw them to the side, and stood there naked except for her pink-sequined G-string.
The men were clapping, walking over to her, laughing, pinching her ass. Some were grabbing feels of her cunt, while others fondled her tits. The alcohol and all their attention made her giddy.
She looked at Ed Travis, licked her lips, and gave him an extra special smile. He made his way to the fore and said, placing one hand on each tit, "Give a guy a chance. Let me meet this girl."
"No, you don't," Sam Spatton said.
"Oh, yes I do," Travis answered. All this was done in a semi-friendly, red-faced, alcoholic high.
Seeing the possibility of a potential brawl developing, Linda Gilstrom rushed in and took Spatton by the arm. "Come, you haven't seen me naked yet."
Wanting to take away attention from Kathy, Sue Babcock and Margaret Drummond rushed forward to get men. Ed Travis, his hands still on her tits, led her toward the middle of the room to a green cloth-covered, modern Danish teakwood couch. The noise and cheer behind them abated a bit, They sat down. He let go of her. "It's good to have someone so nice and young to talk to once in awhile."
"Isn't there anything else you'd like?" she asked seductively.
"Are you offering?"
"I don't generally offer, unless it's asked for, or if I like the gentleman in question."
"Well, well," he answered, his eyes brightening considerably. "And if I ask you, would you come with me into one of the rooms back there?" He nodded with his head toward the corridor on their left.
"I might." His face twitched. He touched the cheek where the twitch was and when he took his hand away the twitch no longer bothered him.
"I don't ordinarily go with just anyone. But in your case I might make an exception."
"Why don't you get us some drinks at the table," he suggested, his voice suddenly husky with passion, his eyes mean slits which stared out at the world. All his troubles, whatever they might have been, were gone for the moment.
She got two drinks at the bar, Scotch and waters, and brought them back to him. Staring beyond him to an open doorway that led to a bedroom, she nodded and said, "Come on. We'll have more privacy in there."
Travis looked, smiled, then rose and followed her. Kathy grinned back over her shoulder at him. She knew where his eyes were. Her ass was her major feature. She knew that much by now.
Once inside the room, he shut the door and pressed the metal circle in the center of the steel knob. It depressed and stayed. The door was now locked.
Kathy turned, gave him his drink, and began to sip hers. The Scotch was good and smooth. It burned a warm trail down her throat. She looked out through the glass of the sliding doors that led to the balcony. The white gauze curtains swelled in the light breeze skimming across the surface of the city.
"They say Houston is the city of the future," she told him.
He shrugged. "I couldn't care less. You're the only future I care about." He put his drink down and moved toward her.
Kathy smiled suggestively and put her drink down too, then let herself be taken into his arms. Close-up his skin looked darker and more wrinkled than from afar. His gray eyes held spots of hardness in them. His lips were twisted in a cold sneer. She knew what he wanted and that he would get it.
He smelled of aftershave lotion and too many cigarettes. His hands were hard and searching across the soft, warm, trembling flesh of her smooth, supple back.
"Super bitch," he whispered.
"What?"
"Super Bitch. That's what I've always called a great female. The kind of woman who could send me or any other guy to the moon."
"We're on the seventh floor of the Armbruster Arms Hotel, not at Cape Kennedy," she laughed.
"We could be at the bottom of the deepest mine shaft in creation and you'd still send me."
Travis didn't say anything more. His mouth came down on her soft, painted lips and he kissed her tenderly at first, then harder and hotter as the passion took hold of him.
His cock rose, tented his pants, and pushed against her cunt. She felt him through her G-string. Then his mouth was grinding away left-right against her yielding lips.
Kathy found she didn't have to fight herself in order to kiss back. Travis seemed so hard, so young, so powerful, so human after their talk.
Her lips melted and she found herself kissing him with growing passion. Perhaps it was the whiskey rushing through her veins, perhaps it was just the magic of the moment.
The sound of honking traffic on the boulevard below was faint up here, Kathy felt his tongue push out between his lips, then past the barrier of her lips.
He touched the wet, silken insides of her mouth. He licked at her, teasing, jabbing, playing with her tongue. She was encouraged to play with him. Her tongue was soon jabbing and slipping and sliding. Over, under, around and against each other, their tongues danced. She licked his tongue all over and he touched every far, dark, unknown corner of her mouth as he explored each detail.
She could feel the excitement growing inside of him, how hard his cock had become, and the frantic searching of his hands. Hot fingers rowed up and down her back before coming to rest on the soft supple globes of her ass.
Travis ran his hands over every square inch of assmeat. He touched it all, like a conqueror exploring a vast contient he did not even know existed.
His fingers ran over the smooth slope of her cheeks, across the sides, then around the underswell. He held the big, heavy globes, trying to lift them, as if to see how much they weighed.
Kathy smiled. She knew she was well endowed in the ass department. She even flexed her cheeks a few times to show him the power of her meat.
At last, his fingers probed along the divide between her cheeks, then ran along the lightly-haired groove and across the puckered brown rose of her anal flower.
She shivered with anticipation and trembled with fear. Kathy would soon find out if he was one of those men who enjoyed it the Greek way, but then his fingers passed. Still, that didn't mean he didn't like Greek. Any man would like Greek if a shapely, juicy, greased and ready asshole was offered to him. To resist a bowing woman, with wide-spared cheeks and her ass in the air, was a difficult thing for most men.
Travis' fingers resumed palpitating and patting the globes of her ass. His tongue did not stop jabbing, exploring and touching every point in her mouth that he could get at. Then their lips parted.
Their faces stayed close. He was gasping, sucking air into his lungs, as was Kathy. Their chests heaved. Her tits were rubbed up against his shirt. The touch of the fabric and all that rubbing made her nipples harden. They were sensitive enough already.
His mouth again came down against her lips. She accepted the kiss with a feeling of great joy. Thrills and chills were rushing across the rippling plain of her smooth belly. She could feel the hairs on her cunt stirring.
His hands were exploring once more. Then his fingers dug down into soft globes of flesh. They dug deep into fine assmeat. Travis buried his fingers to the hilt. She shivered at his touch. Ten fingers were now buried in her meat, past the second knuckle, holding her firmly.
He began to palpitate the chunks of ass he had speared. Travis hissed and kissed her harder. The sensations of heat from each chunk of ass were just maddening.
His mouth twisted from side to side against the soft, trembling thickness of her wonderful lips. Kathy began to shiver. The shivering passed in a single wave from her toes to the top of her head. As the wave passed it left each cell of her body vibrating with insistent energy and need. Her brain was swimming inside of her head. The scene behind her closed eyes was a chaotic one of lights, sounds and feelings.
New energy flowed to her mouth, which began to consume his lips with power and need. He was surprised. But before she could sweep Travis away, he responded by kissing her harder still, by ramming his tongue back into her mouth.
He licked at, stabbed at, and lashed out at her. Kathy pushed her tongue up at his. Both of them jab dueled till they were exhausted and pulled back., When Travis tried to pull his tongue back into his mouth, she sucked at him with her lips. Finally, Travis pulled his exhausted tongue from her mouth. He was gasping. His chest was heaving. His tongue was tingling all over.
Kathy smiled and began to sensuously grind her hips around and around. Travis held onto that wonderful ass for dear life.
He pulled his mouth from hers and turned his head to the side, then hissed. Kathy smiled some more and ground her hips more wildly against him.
Travis felt his cock grow and grow. It was so big he thought it would smash through the front of his pants. His cock became longer and still harder till his zipper was forced down by the tenting of his pants.
Still Kathy kept mashing her G-string clad cunt against him. She held onto his body tightly, circling his waist with her arms and pulling Travis closer and closer.
He closed his eyes and several spasms rushed up and down his lanky frame. Then Kathy stopped, let go of him, moved away and back. Travis let go of her ass. The places where his ten fingers had dug hard and deep tingled as blood flowed back in.
Smiling like a vixen in deep heat, Kathy brought her arms around behind her and began to undo her G-string. Travis saw what she was doing, his face red, his eyes wild. He licked at his lips a few times, and wiped sweat from his forehead.
The strings were undone. Kathy pulled the G-string loose and let it drop down one leg, then stepped out of it. She left the G-string on the floor and walked toward Travis with a slow, long-legged gait.
He eyed the black, glossy hairs of her plump cunt mound. He eyed her thick pubic lips. He stared into the smoldering fires in her eyes and felt his own blood stir even more. The whiskey and the moment fueled her passion.
Kathy stepped into his arms. "TAKE ME, LOVER. TAKE ME AND DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME."
Her words made his ears and cheeks burn and turn red.
He took her in his arms again and crushed her up against his body. The beat of his heart was savage and strong. The throb of the hardening cock in his pants had reached the bursting point, or so it seemed.
His hands went Once more for the meaty cheeks he so loved and hot, hard fingers dug deep, spearing twin chunks of assmeat. She moaned against his mouth.
Her breath was hot and moist as she exhaled. They kept breathing in each other's faces. Their breath washed over their faces, caressing each other's flesh.
His hands rushed down her ass as he let go of the flesh he had speared and parted her cheeks. For a second his fingers dug into the hot, rounded swell of her ass, then he let go of her cheeks and went for the next point of interest, her groove.
Eager fingers rushed along the hot, sweating ditch to her anal flower, Kathy knew that if he was back for more, then he was one of those asshole artists. She hissed. It would mean walking with a limp for a few days. But what the hell. She liked Travis. He seemed human and not animalistic. And the beer and pills she had taken were serving to cushion any doubts she had about going through with this.
Smiling, she closed her eyes and tried to relax her asshole. Kathy knew by now what was coming. His middle finger quickly speared her anal flower, which swelled around his intruding digit. Kathy realized it was the middle finger of his left hand doing this. His right hand moved away and he again took hold of a big chunk of fine ass and began to palpitate it with love and lust. Kathy said nothing. It hurt just a little bit. But the sensations of heat and fire being sent out through her ass and the sudden intrusion of his finger up her bunghole made Kathy shiver with anticipation. Tonight Travis was going to set her bowels on fire!
Giddy feelings raced up her belly and across her chest. Her nipples hardened a bit more. Each time her tits were rubbed against his chest a shiver of pleasure passed through her lustfully irritated nipples. Like widening ripples on a pond they passed through her taut breasts, then deep into her chest. Kathy opened her eyes. Her smile was wider, her breathing sharper and deeper, the fire in her eyes gone suddenly wild, were hotter.
Her lips, Travis saw, were trembling. They became softer. He could tell by her reactions that she was ready to surrender. He could sniff and feel her. The very beat of her heart, the heat of her flesh, the tremble of her body against his, all told him she was ready. He could do anything he wanted to do. She had even told him so. And her reactions showed him she wasn't lying. Every word she spoke was the word of truth. Travis swallowed. Then his finger probed deeply into and up into her asshole!
His thrust was not hard to achieve. Her asshole secretions had greased his finger. He went up hard into her. Travis continued pushing his finger, but more slowly, working in a corkscrew motion till all of his finger was in her asshole.
Kathy felt her sphincter muscle being pushed out, swollen around his finger like a doughnut around a thick cigar. Her insides were already rippling around him to push his finger out and were providing an invigorating massage for the finger inside her.
Kathy knew Travis wanted to put more than his finger into her asshole. She closed her eyes and pressed her soft, yielding lips to his hard, brutal mouth. Passion made him a more demanding lover.
His tongue speared her mouth, pushing out between his lips and then against her lips. She did not resist him, but opened wide and let Travis shove deep into her.
Without any warning his tongue began to piston back and forth at the same time that his finger began to piston. He was fucking both her mouth and her asshole.
She began to clench her buttocks, closing her ass hard around his finger and leaving him momentarily immobile. While this occurred she began to suck at his tongue with the same power and vigor she would employ if it were his cock plowing the soft folds of her loving mouth.
Travis kept twisting his lips around on her mouth, driving her mouth and face down, squeezing the single buttock he held, continuing with his vigorous fucking of her asshole. But finger fucking and cock fucking were two entirely different matters.
His hard cock was close to bursting as it pushed up against her belly, and his balls bulged against her cunt. Kathy rotated her body and pelvis several times against him.
The answering gasps, the jerks of his body, told her all she needed to know. Kathy Eaton was a great and effective piece of ass.
When he tore his mouth from her the second time, he whispered, "Let go of me. I'm going to undress. Then, when I'm done, I want to fuck you in the ass. Ever had a cock up the old bunghole before?"
She nodded, with a knowing smile. "Well, you haven't been fucked by a pro. There are asshole fuckers and asshole fuckers. I'm going to show you what a good asshole fucker is."
He let go at the same time she did. Travis reluctantly let go of her throbbing asscheek and removed his finger from her asshole. He was sorry to do so and Kathy was sorry to see him go. Her asshole felt empty now, without his finger sawing in and out. But she knew that very soon a bigger and so much better object would be pushed up into her.
She stepped back and watched him undress, working in a rush to accomplish the task. He kept eyeing her, throwing nervous smiles her way. She wanted to tell him not to hurry, that they had all the time in the world, but didn't. Curiosity, a strong component in every woman, held her tongue. She wanted to see what Travis was made of.
He got his suit jacket, shirt and tie off, then his tee shirt. He sat as he removed his loafers and socks, then stood as he unbelted and unzippered his pants. Then he worked them down and got out of his pants, tossing them over a chair, not even bothering to fold them neatly. This was a man with a craving need. His need could be clearly seen. It was poking up into the air, swollen with lust and full of good juices for her mouth, cunt and asshole. A spasm of heat passed up and down her frame at the sight of him.
In one swift movement he pulled down his shorts, stepped out of them and tossed them atop his pants. Now he was naked from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
Kathy saw that Travis had a lean, muscular frame, lightly tanned, except for where he had worn his bathing suit. His skin there was an unreal milky whiteness.
His stomach was a flat plane of rippling muscles. His crotch hairs were a kinky mass of dull-colored brown, not the lustrous brown of his hair. His cock was thick and around six and one half inches long. It was reddish now, the purple and blue veins, arteries and veinlets across the surface bulging with extra blood. His balls hung down below in a dark brown, hairy skin sac. They swayed! a bit with his trembling. She could just imagine them stirring uneasily as her mouth worked his firm manhood.
Kathy went to him. "Sit down and spread your legs. You need a bit of T.L.C. before I put it where you want me to put it."
She looked up at him, her eyes sparks of fire. Kathy saw he didn't know what T.L.C. meant. Maybe his mind was seething with too many thoughts and passions for him to be able to think at all.
"That's Tender Loving Care, sweet stuff." With that, she took hold of his sturdy shaft with a deft left hand and raised it. The way she moved told Travis this was an experienced woman who knew her way around men.
Kathy should have known. In her youth she had been wild and had gone with many men, males her own age and married men. She had learned the ways of good, firm cock. Later, when she married, Kathy stayed loyal to her husband, sucking his cock with true wifely devotion five times weekly when he wasn't in the mood for any muff jobs.
Now she applied the expertise of years of fooling around and years of marriage as she knelt between the legs of Ed Travis and readied her mouth for some lustful cocksucking.
Her mouth came open and she exhaled. Hot, moist air touched the trembling velvet of his cockhead. The dew in the slit at the apex of the head began to flow. It ran down the side of his cockhead in two narrow streams and then stopped.
She exhaled again. He trembled in her grasp. She opened her mouth wider, brought her head down and swallowed the knob, then shut her lips. She held him tight. It was the delighted, gentle hold of a devoted cocksucker.
Her pink painted lips throbbed around his inflamed meat. Each time the thick master artery running along the thick underside of his cock pumped a new load of blood through his meat, she felt the throb and it sent another burst of flame racing through her heated, rippling, aroused body. The joy of firm manhood, fully inflamed, would now be hers, both in the mouth and then in the asshole.
She opened her mouth wide before moving her face and lips down along the hard length of his cock. Kathy swallowed four firm inches and began to suck in short, savage bursts.
Travis broke out in a sweat. Beads of perspiration rolled down a face suddenly wrinkled with passion, over eyes shut tight by overwhelming sensation, and across cheeks red with lust.
She tongued in savage, machine-like bursts. Lashes of red fire rushed up his cock and into his body. His burning prick vibrated with what he was doing. His teeth tingled, his mouth came open, and formed into a crooked, gasping hole.
Kathy increased the power of her hungry sucking. Her own cunt was stirring with churning need. The sucks gradually died down as the first burst of fiery passion died away.
She finally stopped sucking altogether. Then Kathy began to move her mouth across the flaming flesh while her face grew firm and the skin across her delicate bone structure tightened.
Her mouth rode his cock with power and precision. In a steady cadence Kathy rode the hard flesh. First she would swallow in four inches and then she would let him out till just the tip of his cock was in her mouth.
Each square inch of flaming skin surface was touched by her trembling lips. They swished across him, rode over the tremoring flesh, and left pink smudges of lipstick on the surface of his wet prong. The lipstick soon merged into the darker background of the overpowering redness that had covered his aroused pole from tip to base.
Kathy felt the strain in her face muscles, around her lips, inside her mouth, and in her neck. But her mouth did not slow down even once. She pressed her lips more tightly against the bulging, twitching surface of his cock. Then Kathy began to add speed to what she was doing.
The sheer effort of moving so fast across the hard cock beginning to jab against the back of her throat was having its effect. Kathy found her face muscles and jaw screaming for relief. She gave them no relief. Her mouth was a merciless whirling dervish across superheated meat. The muscles of her neck corded.
Sweat ran down her cheeks and across her shut eyelids. Rivers of hot, salty sweat rushed from her hairline, down her smooth forehead, and along the sides of her face. Kathy sucked on, ignoring everything else.
At last she loosened the hold of her lips a bit and brought her teeth down, upper and lower, to scrape lightly across the reddened and super sensitive skin of his stem. She moved her mouth so that she stopped before reaching the extra sensitive cockhead, and swallowed more than four inches back into her mouth. Each time Travis rammed into the back of her throat.
Kathy took this and forced down the tickle and the urge to cough which followed each bump. She swallowed, let him back out, and kept on scraping.
The flash of sharp purple-tinged sensations caused Travis to sit up straight. Every muscle on his body flexed, became hard, and was covered by a thin film of sweat that made him glisten like a man of bronze at high noon.
His face kept exploding into a mass of wrinkled lines. He looked like he was attempting to lift a thousand pounds of weights during each try. But Travis wasn't lifting anything. He was sitting there, his legs parted, being blown by one of the best cocksuckers he had ever encountered. Her mouth was an endless tunnel that worked him into a hot lather and made him longer and stronger with every passing moment.
He gasped, shivered and hissed. Words tried to come to his lips, but were wiped away by the sheer force and power of what she was doing to him.
At the last second, her teeth went up and away, then her lips came back down to gently massage the stem that she had so aroused and lustfully irritated. Her mouth was an endless, merciless instrument, but now she was riding herd on it.
Soon it would be time to drop him from her mouth, then raise those cheeks and spread them wide so he could shove his prong up the old anal passage.
Kathy wanted to suck him all day long, but decided this was as good a time as any to drop him from her mouth. Her lips opened wide and Travis slipped out, hard, red, quivering, saliva-slickened, some saliva dribbling off the end.
Slowly his eyes came open. His lips widened in a smile as he looked at her, kneeling between his wide-spread, hairy, muscular legs. Her chest was heaving down and her darling tits were heaving along with her chest; the nipples, sharp tips, like daggers, pointing up at him. Her lips were soft, trembling, wet, appetizing to the eye and just as good to kiss or have around one's instrument of joy.
He looked into her eyes. They were like wet pools of white with brown cherries for pupils. They were laughing eyes full of spirit and adventure.
"Okay, get up on the bed," he said breathlessly, surprised at how difficult it was for him to speak.
She stood up, staggering a bit, and moved back to allow him to rise. Travis stood, finding that his legs had no strength left. He seemed to hunch over as he rose. The tongue action had sucked the power from his body and made him weak in the legs.
Kathy smiled at him as she went to the bed, got up on it, and knelt, her ass up in the air, smiling back at him over the long slope of her back. He watched the eager quiver of her ass globes and the smooth elegance of her back.
"Like what you see?" He nodded without saying anything.
"Get my bag," she said. He barely walked to the blonde wood bureau where her bag was. "Look inside," she said when he got there.
Travis did. He found a wallet, some change, a make-up purse, a comb, Kleenex, and a long, slim plastic and tinfoil packet of petroleum jelly.
"Bring over the jelly and grease me and then yourself." He dropped her bag without bothering to shut it and staggered over, half-stunned by the thought that he was going to fuck this fabulous, good looking black chick in the ass. His cock quivered at the very thought of what he was about to do.
Kathy kept smiling encouragement at him as Travis ripped open the packet, then squeezed some Vaseline out on his fingers. His entire body was shivering so badly, he was hardly able to stand.
But Travis kept himself under control. He began to massage the Vaseline across the puckered and swollen brown ring of her anus.
The tremor of her asshole was evident in his very fingertips. He squeezed some more Vaseline from the packet, this time across his left middle finger.
Then he began to corkscrew his middle finger into her asshole. The grease and her willingness made the work easier than expected. Travis pushed without letting up on the pressure in his finger. He went all the way up into her. Her young, hot, powerful asshole, squeezed at him. There was a delicious hot throb to her tight anus. Soon that hot throb would be felt on his meat. His cock trembled at the very thought of reaming out her bowels.
Both of them were shivering with the high passion of the moment. Travis greased a second finger and introduced that into her asshole. Then he introduced a third finger, this time without greasing it. She had enough Vaseline in her to take all ten digits.
She said not a word as she stared down the slope of her back at the fingers now sticking out of her ass. Travis kept them there as he squeezed the remaining Vaseline out along the tremoring length of his hard shaft. When there was no more he threw the packet aside and began to smear the Vaseline around and around his cock with his free hand.
Once he was fully greased, Travis looked up at her. Their eyes met and locked. Their lips smiled. Their teeth shone in the semi-dimness of the room.
There was a moment of long tension as he withdrew the fingers that had paved the way and opened her asshole wide. Then he took his cock in hand and put it to her partially open and waiting asshole.
Kathy took a deep breath, held it, closed her eyes and waited. Then he touched her and in the next second pushed in and up. She felt him enter with greased hotness. His cock was much wider than his fingers, bunched together, had been.
He went up steadily, insistently and endlessly. She swallowed his cockhead and still he came. The feel of him made her imagine there was a lot more cock going up into her than could really be the case.
Kathy opened her eyes, swiveled her head on her shoulders, and looked back and down. She saw his wide, white, glistening tool slowly being shoved up into her swollen open asshole as his hands grabbed and held her wide and fleshy hips.
Kathy turned her head back around, once more closed her eyes, and rested her left cheek on her folded hands. She said nothing, but took the slow, steady advance of hard cock up into the tropic, molten far reaches of her steaming bowels. She still remembered the look of ferocity, anticipation and concentration on his face as he was pushing that fine, firm tool up into her ass.
She began to grunt and feel a swelling in her lower half as the hard log of his lust-swollen manhood went into her faster than she had been ready to take him.
Kathy worked frantically at keeping her panic down and relaxing her asshole for him. Her guts churned. Her asshole rippled down in automatic movements that she did not even have to think about as it pushed at this strange invader.
He pushed without stopping once. She felt a lash of dull pain rush up the left side of her asshole sleeve and hissed. Travis seemed to like that, she realized. His cock hardened in response to the hiss. Maybe he was a bit of a sadist.
More than half of his tool was in her now. Her asshole seemed to be opening for him with more ease than before. But then, toward the end, he began to push a bit too fast. Kathy brought her head up with a quick gasp. Her eyes opened. Golden stars flew past her field of vision.
Then he stopped. Travis had pushed it all into her. Kathy felt the entire length of his cock, from tip to base, being massaged by her shocked and violated asshole sleeve.
She brought a hand back and felt, in the brief space between her and him, for his cock. She could hardly feel it. He was wedged into her to the hilt. Her cheeks were flattened down against his legs and abdomen. His scratchy crotch hairs were tickling her asscheeks.
Travis held still for a second. His eyes were shut tight, sweat ran down his forehead, then across the smooth curvature of his eyelids. He could feel the delicious strugglings of her asshole around him and the throb of the nut of his cock, so deeply into her. For him, at that time and in that place, she was just a vat of well-shaped flesh to fuck till his body could fuck no more. He trembled once, then opened his closed eyes, looked down at her, and began to slowly pull himself out.
Travis pulled his cock out till just the head was in her. He could feel her sphincter nip him, and the quiver of her ass under his fingers. Then he began to slowly and powerfully return his meat into that hot, delightful pocket he had opened just moments before.
He pushed back up into her till he was ensconsed to the hilt. Travis went no faster than the first time, but now Kathy took him with ease. The lance of pain shooting up her asshole sleeve was weaker. Her head swam with the thoughts, heat and colors flowing into her skull from all parts of her body, especially her behind.
Travis pulled out, only halfway this time, then rammed in hard. She grunted. He began to piston his cock into and out of her with short, steady strokes that made her asshole convulse in swift and violent spasms.
Each time he vacated her, Kathy's asshole would attempt to shut tight, but then he entered again with forceful thunder and opened her wide once more. His cock was a sizzling poker in her ass.
To Travis, fucking like a blind man suddenly given sight, this was one of the best ass jobs he'd experienced so far. His entire frame shook with the excitement of the moment.
He almost had to pinch himself to believe his luck. Here he was, at a stag party, fucking a hot, sultry, fine black fox. And her body was superb. His mind reeled with the effects of the pleasure he was receiving.
Just the thought of her and the molten lash of her asshole reacting, made his cock grow another half inch. He touched seven inches, a length he rarely achieved while fucking just any woman.
Travis laughed out loud in glee as he jabbed in and up. He went a bit faster and harder. Her head swam. Her tits hung down; hot, heavy with passion; the nipples pinpoint hard; triggers that would explode the landmines of her breasts, and set off a whole series of blasts within her, and make her entire frame a mewling, groaning, grinding mass of sweating black flesh; being ruthlessly and most lustfully ravaged by the fierce prong of this lewdly aroused white man.
"FUCK THAT ASSHOLE, WHITEY," she gasped as she arched her back and shoved her ass back against his downward plunging cock.
Scenes of all the men who had tried to make her, flew before his mind's eye. He laughed at them now. He had her and that was all that counted.
Kathy gritted her teeth and began to wiggle her ass to work off the tension and heat brewing inside her body. She gasped under the effects of what he was doing.
Her moving about made him gasp, too. Her movements caused his in and out dancing cock to swing to the left and right. It made him grunt and sigh with joy as blinding flashes of fire rushed through his head.
"OH, BITCH," he muttered, "YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY. I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE, I CAN'T TAKE IT. GREAT LUCIFER'S GHOST, I'M GOING BONKERS!"
In response he increased the level and force of his fucking. His cock became a living spear of hellish flesh. It danced into and out of the wide hole in her ass that he had temporarily created.
He tore rather than sliced into her body. His spear filled her vitals, then raced back out. He was aided in each evacuation by her powerful, downward rippling anal sleeve. But he fought his way up and back after every exit. And in this battle her asshole lost. Each loss was accentuated by a great series of anal convulsions. Every exit was aided by the super bursts of energy from her downward rippling asshole.
His body smashed into her ass on every return stroke. Her cheeks were splayed. There was a light smacking sound as flesh met flesh. Their organs and connecting parts were on fire with what the passionate stroking had achieved.
Kathy tried to lift her head, but it fell back each time. She seemed to have almost no power, except in her ass and cunt. She gritted her teeth and felt her cunt churn and lust for a cock, any cock. But there was no other cock for her now than this fine cock making a woman out of her the back way.
Her bowels were a sheet of white flames as he bashed through all barriers to fill her with his incessantly needing tool. She took every inch he was offering her. Kathy's tits shook with the effort. Each shake, each movement, made her nipples sting with fire. They were so hard and had swelled so long and thick that there were moments when she thought they would burst. But they didn't. His fucking grew more intense.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she repeated over and over. It was her hypnotic litany. She said it between clenched teeth, the words yellow fire across the screen of her tightly shut eyes.
His cock was an endless and merciless instrument of ruthless and overwhelming power. Kathy hissed under his ravagement and loved every moment of it.
Frantic fires raced between her cunt and asshole. They passed through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her ass. She felt the huge, thundering tool of his mighty cock through the membrane. Kathy sighed and wished it were fucking her cunt at the same time it was reaming out her asshole. The pressure of it kept rubbing across the insides of her lustfully irritated cunt and making her gasp and hunger with still deeper and newer needs and desires. Her cunt meanwhile churned and went without the fulfilling, satisfying cock she so desired and panted after. Only her asshole was getting it, and receiving a bit more than she had bargained for.
Sheets of sweat streamed from their naked, heated flesh. They glistened like pagan sacrifices at some temple to an ancient and ruthless god of some distant cult.
He fucked her now in longer but slower strokes. She writhed around his cock as he began this new pattern. Travis took his meat out to the head, then rammed back into the hilt. His glistening tool almost hissed as it was shoved up into her.
Kathy kept wiggling her ass, riding his sturdy pole of meat, squeezing at his cock, taking every inch he gave her and seemingly asking for more. She was becoming hotter with every passing second. Kathy not only didn't complain, she egged him on, asking him to fuck her till her eyes popped. Kathy was out to show him that she was the last of the wild assholes, and Travis was proving to her that there were still some hard studs left in the world.
His cock was a ruthless battering ram, which opened her wide and splayed her ass as he came in, ripping through all opposition. His cock was a flaming spear. He was all-powerful, able to do anything and everything and proving it to her and himself.
He increased the speed of his strokes and began to fuck her asshole with ruthless jabs that buried him from head to hilt inside of her every two seconds. In and out in under two seconds, that was his pace.
Her head came up still higher and her back arched still more. Every muscle on her body rippled under the smooth sheen of her sweating, glistening, creamy brown flesh.
She gasped, twisted, and muttered words that died in her throat. Waves of savage orange fire were passing from her asshole through her cunt, then across the rippling, smooth plain of her bellly to her swaying, overheated tits at the same time that flaming messages were being sent to her brain along the tingling tree of her spinal passage.
Her mouth was open, her teeth no longer clenched against one another. Her mouth had turned into an open, hissing pit of dark wetness and shining, predatory white teeth. Her teeth glinted like the fangs of some wild dog searching for a female bitch to mate with in the tall grasses of some moonlit wilderness night.
Her head and neck had arched so much that they were pointing up at the ceiling. Her'body was up on all fours. She reacted to his every move. Her ass danced as if it were full of black pepper. Her fingernails dug into the bedsheet and the mattress below. The bed creaked with the fervor of their amorous labors. The bedsheet grew damp with the endless running of their mingling sweat.
Travis was half hunched over her, as if they were playing some nameless, almost silent game. His sweat ran across the many wrinkles and muscle bulges on his chest, then caught for short seconds in the curled, wiry, now damp hairs, before falling off onto her back to join the flow of sweat down her sides and along the groove of her back.
Their gasps, curses, mewlings, hisses, groans, grunts and epithets, filled the room and the air around them, touched the walls, bounced off and faded away.
Some of the sounds even traveled out the window and died in the mutter of traffic on the boulevards of night below. The sounds of the boulevard could be heard even this far up, but not to their ears. They were deaf to all but the muttered gasps of deep and undying passion.
Every time his balls bounced against her opening and closing, hair-fringed slit, Kathy would hiss and hope for one or both balls to get caught inside her cunt so that she could clench her ass muscles and give him the same sensations his cock was giving her. But she knew that was an impossibility. Still, hope welled eternal in her heart and mind. Every inward thrust of his cock brought those wonderful, hairy balls smashing into her tremoring cunt. Her asshole would give an extra burst of activity when his balls bashed into her cunt. This was due to the fiery reactions within her cunt, reactions which passed immediately into her ass.
Travis let go of her cheeks and with grasping hands searched for and found her tits, which he began to play with. He held the heavy mangos of molten delight in firm but gentle embraces and palpitated the supple flesh.
In her present aroused state each press of his fingers against her broiling body sent blasts of heat and fire across her chest and out to every corner of her torso. This only served further intensify the sensations, flames, twitchings, and convulsions in every corner of her flaming flesh.
Travis had been gripped by an unswerving passion that had turned him into a wild, fucking animal. His cock was a pointed nail of living meat, which he just had to drive into the velvet sleeve of her tight asshole.
Her ass danced under him like a washing machine gone wild. But not for one second did Travis stop his ruthless thundering into her tropic depths. It was the asshole he lusted for and it was asshole which, in good measure, he was receiving.
His mind turned to mush under the constant assault of endless and continually stronger sensations racing along his spinal tree until one crowded into the other. His heart by now was beating so fast he couldn't have counted the beats had he wanted to.
Her asshole squeezed so hard that his cock was unable to move several times, and once he felt as if he might blast off into her right then and there. But Travis held. He fought down the lust riding around now in his balls and causing them to clench up into his body.
His cock was powerful enough to still deliver those long head to base strokes that buried him as deeply as possible in the dark reaches of her sweltering ass. Travis even increased the speed of his strokes and had to grit his teeth and point his chin at the ceiling in reaction to the almost unendurable feelings and waves of heat rushing through him.
His thrusts became overpowering toward the end. His buttocks and thighs clenched and each stroke was rammed up into her with great strength and the determination of the man behind the piledriver.
Travis fucked her like someone possessed. He wasn't just fucking Kathy Eaton, he was fucking the symbol of her ass. He was trying to fuck the very asshole out of the woman.
And Kathy was going crazy. Her mouth was open and low-pitched messages of fear and surrender emerged from the inferno of her soul. She was a woman losing control, moving down into an endless vortex, and knew it.
She took every stroke without moving away, not even able to. Kathy not only wiggled her ass, but began to clench at him with her buttocks and inner, secret asshole muscles. This was to get him excited even faster and to a higher pitch, so he would shoot his essence even sooner into her clenching, squeezing, sucking asshole.
Travis let out a yelp, which died in his throat as the emotion of the moment reached fever pitch. All this was taking place in fractions of a second, yet seemed longer, slower, full of greater background details, which he could never quite grasp.
Travis kept palpitating those heavy mammaries he held onto for dear life. Her asshole was an endless well, which his cock would never be able to completely fathom, and the way she was working him told Travis for sure that this was a professional asshole. Hers was no ordinary street ass. This wasn't some girl you picked up and fucked in the old bunghole. Kathy Eaton had been around. Hers was an asshole with practice. Many hard cocks had traveled up this ditch. Travis could tell. He had fucked more than his share of prime assholes and Kathy's was one of the tightest.
He was going about as fast and hard as he could. Travis felt himself all powerful, atop his sexual peak, but knowing it could not go on this way forever.
He couldn't punch faster. He felt his balls beginning to stir. At last, at last! He rejoiced. Now he would fill her asshole to the brim with his essence.
One more hard thrust was all it took and Ed Travis fired. He shot into her like a battery of rockets being launched against an enemy position. Great gobs of white flew out and struck her anal walls.
The touch of his sperm against her insides was like a great vat of acid being spilled. She hissed and arched and then came also. While Travis came, shaking, cursing, gasping, hissing, punching into her with all he had, her convulsing asshole milked him and dragged out his seed at an even faster rate.
His cock danced about inside her. As he shot, his tool bashed around within her as it flew in and out, but never once left the firm hotness of her asshole.
As this was happening, her ass moved in circles, making his cock wiggle even more. Travis stopped every few seconds as the waves of fire in his mind blotted out all else, then fucked on.
Her endless asshole milked and squeezed. Travis could feel her body stiffen below him, then let go in a frenzy of movement, stiffen, let go, and continue this way.
His cock was not an endless well. Gradually he slowed down. He pumped less rapidly, his cock now dry. Travis became aware of his ebbing strength, the sweat running in vast sheets from every pore of his body, his wet hair plastered to his skull, his mouth open to suck more and still more air into oxygen hungry, burning lungs. All of a sudden his legs and arms seemed to turn into rubber. He wanted to collapse then and there.
Sheer willpower kept him together and kept him fucking away at an asshole that seemed endless even now and more powerful than ever.
Finally, Travis could not go on. He had reached his peak and knew it. At-that point he stopped. Travis stayed, feeling her ass still rotating, her asshole still clenching, her body moving beneath his.
Travis had the same sensation whenever his car stopped suddenly, but his body was still moving forward. But now it was Travis who was the car and Kathy who was the body.
Less than a minute after he stopped, she did too, blowing out a huge gust of air. Kathy shivered, then let her body calm down, one section at a time. Both of them were aware of the powerful beating of their hearts. They didn't move, but stayed in place, sweated and waited.
Travis was the first to speak. "You are something else, little lady."
"You're not so bad yourself."
Chapter Four
The phone rang. It was early afternoon. Kathy got out of bed groggiiy. She staggered into the hall to the living room, bumping into things, her mind a haze.
When she picked up the phone it was Linda on the other end. "Hello Lynn," Kathy yawned.
"You sound mighty sleepy, girl."
"I am mighty sleepy. This partying late is making a wreck out of me."
"Want to quit?"
"Hell no. The money's too good and I'm getting to like this. Even the fucking is good. I didn't know there were so many good screwers in the world. Meeting all those different, exciting men, having sex with them in different places, is fantastic. I never want to change. Before this I was a wallflower and a damned poor one. Now I have money, sex and excitement."
"Hey, you really have taken to this life," Linda said with a surprised laugh.
"These past three weeks have been like manna from heaven, Lynn. I hope it never ends."
"Oh, it has to someday, honey. You know what the song says, 'When dames grow old, men grow cold'."
"Yeah, but one thing this girl has learned," she said, pointing to her chest, even though her friend could not see her, "is that cocks and not diamonds are a girl's best friend."
"Well, be that as it may, there's new work for us."
"Where?" Kathy asked, her voice quickening with excitement.
"The eighteenth floor of the Houston Sinclair Hotel."
"I don't believe I know it."
"Honey, by the time you're through with this damned business, you'll ..know every hotel in this goddamned city."
Kathy threw back her head and laughed, another habit she had developed since starting this new life. In the middle of her laughter the phone at the other end clicked. Linda was gone.
It was time to eat breakfast, take a bath, put on her make-up, maybe douche, then get dressed. Sometimes Kathy wondered why she was dressing up when she would just have to take it off at the next stag party. Maybe five or six out of all the parties she had been to had not ended up with her getting fucked or having to suck someone off. At one party, to her surprise, given by some wild mannered college professors, she spent her time drinking pink ladies and chatting about Medieval History. It had been boring, but had provided her cunt with a rest.
Her days were spent sleeping, partying, eating, washing and dressing. It was almost like going to the junior prom every night of the week, and each time with a different guy. Kathy hardly got a chance to watch TV. In fact, she didn't really give a damn about TV anymore.
She went and made breakfast, sniffing the good smell of sizzling bacon, almost purring in delight at the pleasure her new life was bringing her.
For once it was good to have money in the bank. It was good to know where the next dollar was coming from and that there was a next dollar. And more important, it was good to know that many more dollars would be coming down the pike in the near future.
Some of the party girls she met weren't having such a good time of it. Many girls did not get repeat business, as did Linda and Kathy. Men especially asked for her. Word of mouth advertising sure got around. She smiled and purred once more. She felt like a cat raised on a diet of red steak, caviar and cream.
Margaret Drummond once told Kathy, in a fit of bitchy jealousy, that repeat business and popularity was just a matter of luck. Margaret Drummond added, "I was lucky like that once. The good times won't last for you forever."
"That's not luck," Kathy remembered herself saying, "that's talent. You may have been popular once, but that was when you were younger. Forget the twenties, dear."
Margaret Drummond's eyes got so big you could see the whites all around the pupils, then walked off in a huff. Still, what she'd said got to Kathy. Maybe it was luck and the good streak would end and she would once again be penniless, waiting for odd jobs, never having enough cash.
Even now, the slightest hint of such a catastrophe befalling her made her stomach tighten up. She remembered quite well the nights she had lain awake, the sudden wakings at four and five in the morning, and the tremblings that would seize her. She shuddered, tried to force the thoughts down, and did. Such thoughts had no place in the bright sunniness of her present days. The past was the past. The present and the future were what counted.
Her food was ready. She put it on a plate and began to eat. Kathy wondered about the gig tonight. She wondered about the kind of men she would be meeting. But Kathy always wondered about that. She loved the food, the drinks, the atmosphere. It was the men that gave her the creeps sometimes. Her technique was to find the nicest one and cling to him. He would naturally be flattered and cling to her, and that would make her evening less frightening and sometimes very delightful. Kathy had found that even at stag parties there is tension and domination. Certain men are aced out by others. And with her background she usually went to the underdog, though not always. Sometimes it was good to go with a nice superman, he-man type.
She finished eating, put away the dishes, then went to shower and do her make-up. She was done by five-thirty and washed the dishes.
Kathy felt hungry and wanted another plate of bacon and eggs, but told herself not to have anymore. There would be food and drink galore at the party tonight. Kathy no longer had to drink to go to parties. A few drinks at the party and a mild high were enough to suppress whatever inhibitions she still had left.
She called Linda and got an answer right away. "Hi, Lynn, it's me, Kathy."
"Ready yet?"
"Unhuh. When will you be picking me up?"
"Oh, another hour. This party, I just found out, is a bit later in the evening then some of the others we've been to. Why don't you watch some TV meanwhile. It'll take your mind off things. The worst thing for a party girl is the waiting. That tension can upset you. And if someone is upset they're not at their best."
"Okay, I'll do that. I wouldn't want to flunk at this party."
"See that you don't. It's not good to flunk at any party any time." With that Linda hung up. Kathy found herself holding the receiver to her ear.
To no one but herself, she said, "I wish just once she'd say goodbye before hanging up. It makes things seem so abrupt. I know she doesn't mean it."
With a frown, Kathy hung-up the phone. She went and got a soda out of the refrigerator and went and opened the TV in the living room. It was a black and white RCA model. She'd had it for a long time. It was beginning to show the effects of age, wear and tear, and abuse. She reminded herself to buy another TV. After all, with the money she was making that should be no problem.
As soon as the TV came to life, she rose, adjusted the set, and switched channels. She smiled as "The Life Of Riley" came on, and went to get cigarettes. She had just three left. Kathy made a mental note to buy a new pack tomorrow.
She lit up a cigarette and sat down to watch, smiling at the bumbling antics of Riley, the snide barbs of Gillis, the clever support of Babs, Peg, Junior and Honey Bee. With a moment's wonder about where these actors were today, she began to watch and soon was engrossed in scenes and actions over twenty years old.
How she wished she could enter their world and leave her own. It would be fun to have Riley as a neighbor and Babs, Peg and Honey Bee as friends.
Kathy sadly realized those characters didn't exist except in the imagination of some writers now preserved on celluloid for posterity.
The show ended too soon for her liking. She wished it would go on and on, but, as always, it was over before she could even fully relax. Nothing like a good show or good book to make a girl fully relax, she thought with a smile.
She rose, shut off the TV, and went to check her make-up and get all the things she would need for tonight. Kathy decided to leave the apartment early, rush to the candy store at the corner, buy a pack of Kents, then wait out front for Linda.
She did just that, coming back to the front of her building as Linda was pulling into the street where Kathy lived. Linda honked and Kathy waved. There was a sameness about the greeting and honking that she disliked. With a frown she also realized it was time for her to learn how to drive a car and then to buy one with the money she was earning. Not that she had as much money as she wanted or needed.
The earnings from one night of partying had gone to pay for her food bills till now. Almost three nights of partying went into paying for the rent. The proceeds from another night of partying went into paying for the utilities and the phone bill.
Linda stopped the car and Kathy got in. They were off almost before Kathy could catch her breath. The familiar streets of the Houston downtown skyline slipped by. In a short while they were pulling into another cavernous underground garage. The smell of fuel, asphalt and rubber were thick in the air. By this time in life Kathy had learned to like the smell. There was something secure about it, like the scent of freshly printed green money.
They took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor. This was an experience Kathy enjoyed. The fast ride up, then the sudden stop, sent her stomach into her chest, it seemed.
The elevator came to the eighteenth floor, the doors opened, and they got out. Kathy wanted to go left, but Linda caught her by the sleeve and said, "It's to the right. I've been here before. There have been other parties in this suite."
"The hotel knows what goes on?"
"Maybe they do, maybe they don't. But they don't say anything. Stag parties pay the bills. And that's all any management cares about when it comes to the bottom line."
Kathy nodded her head in agreement. They walked together down the narrow halls, passing doors till they reached the number they wanted and rang.
The door opened. Lights, faces, laughter, smiles, the smell of food and liquor hit them all at the same time.
They walked in and found other girls there, ahead of them. Neither Margaret Drummond nor Sue Babcock was present. The usual pinching and smiling went on.
There were introductions, grinning faces, handshakes, drinks pressed into their hands. Kathy looked around and spotted one man there who didn't seem to be having a good time. He was a pleasant looking man, around forty-five years old, with black, balding hair, warm brown eyes, and a bit of a goatee. His glasses glinted in the faint light.
As the crowd swelled and fell back she made her way along the buffet table till she was next to him. "Everything smells so delicious and looks so good," she said.
"It is," he answered, casting approving glances at her. She caught where his eyes went and smiled. He liked her. He sounded nice. Now for the kill.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
He moved his left hand in a wavering manner, like a plane having trouble flying.
"What's not to enjoy?" she asked.
He laughed. "Enjoyment is good if you have no troubles on your mind. A man with a load is a man who's only half there."
She wanted to grab his balls and make him all there. "Want to talk about it?" Kathy had found men wanted a shoulder to lean on. They wanted someone to talk to. Just as men often unburdened themselves to hookers they did the same with party girls.
Kathy smiled and added, "Let's go into a quiet corner and talk." They picked up drinks and made their way out of the crowd to a corner couch next to a hallway leading to bedrooms. He looked longingly in that direction. So did Kathy. That too would be his, she decided, if he wanted it. But first it would be best if he unburdened himself.
They sat down, sipped their drinks, and smiled at each other over the rims of their frosted glasses. "This is good," she said, trying to sound bubbly. The bubble died on her lips at the look on his face.
"You should enjoy yourself, you really should," she said. "You should lift your wings and fly."
"If I flew too high I'd fall down. But you don't want to hear all this."
"Sure I do," she said, putting encouragement into her voice. As she said that, his resistance broke and he began to talk about himself. Frank B. Drazen told her about his ups, his downs, his hopes and dreams. Finally he told her about his big chance to make it as a car dealer salesman. He began to talk in earnest about the new job he got and the doors it was supposed to open for him. Kathy listened and kept shaking her head.
"At that time in my career," Drazen explained, "I went to work for Selnor and Gable. They're a firm of used car dealers up in Dallas. It was a smooth, big operation. They sold maybe a thousand cars a year, and had ten slick salesmen to do it. You made your own salary. They paid a base of one-fifty per week. The rest was commission. A woman named Cornelia Whyte owned the firm. Her husband, Duke Whyte, managed the operation. She inherited it from her father, Donald Selnor. He'd bought out his partner, Wyeth Gable, back in the early fifties.
"Like I said, it was a big operation. They didn't play around and they let you know they expected action. The best salesman there was a man named David Trailer. He was tall, with brownish hair, gray sideburns, a wide mouth, a friendly Texas drawl. He looked like a great friend to sit and have a beer with, a nice tall one to top off the day. But he was a mean, cold sonofabitch. He could smile like a shark and swallow you with that mouth of his."
Kathy Eaton was all ears. She drank up every word. The essence of a good woman, her mother once told her, was to be a good listener. And she was remembering everything her mother had taught her about men. Kathy was also remembering what other women had said and what she herself had learned.
"Trailer could smile into your eyes and all the time be slowly putting a shiv in your back. What a louse. I didn't like him. A lot of others didn't either. It wasn't just that he was taking away your sales. It was his dishonesty masked in honesty.
"I believed," he touched his chest when he said that, "that a good salesman was skilled in pointing out all the good points in a car. But you know what they say, a few rotten apples spoil the barrel. It's rotten apples like Trailer who make honest used car salesmen look bad." There was a thin line of sweat beads standing out on his upper lip.
"The only reason they hired me was because I worked before that for Johnson and Pettigrew, which is a pretty famous used car firm in San Antonio. I went to work for them primarily to show everyone how good I could do at the used car business. I'd been sort of a fuck-up as a kid and no one expected me to amount to a hill of beans. No one, not my mom or dad, or my relatives. I didn't like them. We were sort of the poor relations, if you know what I mean."
Kathy shook her head understanding. Drazen continued.
"So I put my back into it and tried to do my best there, just as I tried to do my best in all the jobs I took on. When I came home for Christmas and told my dad and mom I'd sold twenty cars in just under three weeks, they took it as if it were nothing. I expected at least a little pat on the back. I don't want to give you the impression I worked just for a pat on the back, but that was part of it. Most of the time I was working just to earn enough for bread and rent and so on. My dad was actually ashamed of me. He told my mother that when his friends asked what his son did, he turned them onto another subject. And he said this in front of me. I couldn't believe it."
"That's terrible," Kathy answered. "This time she actually meant it."
"I thought to myself that maybe my success hadn't been big enough. So I went back and tried harder. I was doing alright. Even Trailer had to take notice. I felt better about myself, more confident, that sort of thing. When I finally had forty cars sold I went and visited my old neighborhood.
"Some people were proud of me when they asked what I was doing and I told them what I'd achieved. There were people who didn't say much, but neither did they frown as much as when I was younger. There were some I could have walked through walls in front of, and they would have made nothing out of it."
"I've met people like that," Kathy said. "Sometimes it's happened to me."
"There was one guy in particular who bugged the hell out of me. His name was Jack and he'd lived across the street from the house where I lived as a kid. I guess he knew me from the time I was about ten till I was about twenty-five. Jack thought
I was some sort of idiot and always made fun of me. I told myself I would make him eat those words someday. I remember when he found out I got my first car salesman job. He came over and asked, 'Is it true what I hear about you getting a job as a car salesman?' I said sure. Well, he pointed at me, broke into laughter, and walked off still laughing. Nothing gets my blood boiling more then that. What about you?"
"Same here. What happened?"
"Well, about a few months after that he came over and asked if I still had the job or had I been fired. I just smiled and said I not only had the job, but they'd given me a promotion. Jack said my boss should have his head examined and walked off laughing to himself.
"When I got the job for Selnor and Gable he heard about it. He came over and asked about it. I confirmed what he'd heard and his reaction was about what I expected.
"There were a few more guys like that. Sometimes they walked by and made believe I wasn't there. Other times they said hello and came over to ask how I was doing, so they could get a laugh and all. The thing about it was that I didn't do anything to laugh at. I mean, I was doing alright financially. But all that didn't seem to make any difference. People just had an image of me, the way I'd been years ago, and nothing changed.
"My trouble was that I acted like a clown. That may be nice in the movies for the Marx Brothers. People laugh at that. In real life they think you are a jerk and you stay that way no matter what you do."
Kathy Eaton shrugged her shoulders. "You've had some tough experiences."
"Not that tough, but not that nice, either." He didn't say anything for a second, then added, "I realized I was going to have to do damned well just to be treated like other people. And the better I did the better I felt about myself, which was also good financially.
"Being with a first class sales outfit brings out the best in a man. I felt my delivery, my whole approach improve. Each month made me a better and more efficient person.
"I sold over fifty cars my first nine weeks with the firm. I felt damned good about that. You have no idea how damned good a guy can feel doing something like that."
She watched his face beam with pride. Kathy smiled. As a party girl she sometimes met men who filled her with tales of worry and woe, men who wanted not just a good cunt, but an ear to listen to them; some sympathy.
"And yet, when I went home to visit the folks, that good feeling evaporated. It was as if I'd done absolutely nothing. I would start talking about my sales record and they would just break in with questions about how this or that relative was doing. You see, some of my relatives never wanted to hear about my success. Either it wasn't very important or they made small of it.
"I'd sell thirty cars and they'd say it was nothing. Then I'd sell five in a row and they'd say that was okay. Then I'd continue selling and suddenly they'd say it was nothing. Then Pd sell some more and they'd shut up again.
"It was almost like playing the same record over and over when it came to them. Only each time the record would be at a higher level. It was just a general pain in the ass.
"And then I can remember when Jack found out I'd sold forty cars in a row. He didn't laugh so hard then, although he did make some fun out of me.
"Did you ever get your mother or father to change their opinion of you?"
"No, I can't say I did. I tried to get them to. It never worked. I thought for sure it would change by the time I sold sixty cars for Selnor and Gamble. Then I went to seventy and eighty and beyond that, but nothing changed, nothing."
He sounded disappointed and hung his head. She patted his arm.
"Don't worry, things will be alright."
"Everbody says that, but the sun seldom shines."
"It'll shine for you. Don't worry. It'll shine for you."
"Oh, it is shining for me, except for a few places."
"Come on," she said, getting up, "let's you and me get another drink."
He watched the brownish globes of her ass sway as she walked and felt a tingle along the lower half of his cock. The tingle exploded in the head and he began to feel a thickening and lengthening of his meat.
When she came back with the drinks, she nodded toward the bedrooms beyond. "Why don't we go in there and drink in privacy?"
He gulped loud enough for both of them to hear, his eyes doing somersaults.
"We can talk more about your troubles. And maybe we can do something about it." Her voice became low and husky. "Maybe we can do something about letting some sunshine into your life."
His face grew red. Sweat ran down his forehead, his lips became thin with tension, and his eyes wilder than they had been before. He didn't answer, but shook his head up and down, sloshing his drink out.
Kathy smiled and he rose and followed her into one of the bedrooms. She added accent to the sway of her big, brown ass, and looked over her shoulder to see if he was looking.
Drazen was looking. His eyes were wild and he kept licking his lips nervously. She had him alright. Now she was going to ring his chimes and put some brightness into his life the way only a really good woman can.
Kathy liked him, felt sorry for Drazen, and realized it was more out of sympathy than anything that she was going to do it for him. It wasn't a mercy hump, but close enough to the real thing.
He shut the door, locked it, then grabbed her ass. Kathy didn't turn her head. She laughed in the dimness of the bedroom. "Like it, honey?"
"Oh, you're fantastic," he said with sudden passion, putting down his drink, sloshing some of it out on the dark mahogany bureau.
He took her in his arms. Kathy went willingly, her lips an inviting smile. She put her drink down and put her arms around him.
Drazen's lips were hard when he pulled her mouth to his and kissed Kathy with growing lust. His hands were strong against her flesh. His cock was tenting his pants, pushing up against her belly. She thought to herself that if he had been a tiger like this on the lot he would have sold ten thousand cars by now.
He ground his mouth down against hers. She kissed back hard, her lips soft and insistent at the same time. His hands came down off her back and grabbed her firm ripe asscheeks. Strong, insistent fingers speared her assmeat, digging deep, feeling her inner warmth.
She moaned and ground her pelvis up against him. Drazen hissed, arched, almost lost his balance and fell down. He was shivering. His cock had grown another inch at least.
His response was not long in coming. He began to grind his meat up against her trembling, hot, hairy, moist muff. The two of them kissed harder in a long, endless kiss of swelling passion.
Finally, their lips parted, both of them short of breath, their chests heaving, her tits being rubbed up against him. The movement made her nipples tingle. Her eyes were slits of satanic lust. Her lips were open, soft, wet love lust, her lipstick smeared by their passionate union.
He waited only long enough to get his breath back, then kissed her again. His hands let go of her ass and instead began to roam up and down her cheeks, grabbing and squeezing her all over touching the rounded, extra fleshy contours of her firm bottom cheeks, where her ass met her upper thighs.
She hissed as he pinched the flesh and sent spasms of pink fire rushing into her asshole. She felt her nipples harden as her breasts were rubbed even harder against his chest. Kathy responded by rotating her pelvis against his cock.
This movement forced a great hiss from Frank Drazen. He pulled his mouth away and put his face to the side for a second. Her eyes came open to stare at him.
There was nothing much to see as his mouth again came down on hers. His lips this time were more insistent. His mouth ground down against her lips. His tongue pushed between her lips into the hot, wet places of her mouth.
With savage movements, Drazen touched her everywhere. His tongue was a jabbing spear of pink flesh. It was a powerful probe that tore at her tongue, which cringed back into her mouth. He swiped at the roof and sides of her mouth, then at the soft flesh beneath her tongue.
Finished, his tongue pulled back out. His lips pulled away again. They smiled into each other's faces, their breath coming fast and sharp.
His hands let go of her ass and rose to grab her conical boobs. He felt them, squeezed them, held them as, if weighing the firm flesh.
Then he closed his eyes a moment and sighed. When he opened them, she said, "Want me to take my blouse off?"
He nodded. She moved back, Drazen letting go of her ass. He was trembling like a man afire. She undid the buttons of her blouse. Then Kathy slipped it off. Her brown melons tumbled out; fleshy, appetizing, juicy. She shook her mussed hair back into place and threw the blouse to the side, then put her hands up behind her neck, her elbows pointing out.
Drazen tore over, his head dipping, his hands coming up to cup a melon of a breast. His mouth dropped around an aching, firm nipple, and he began to suck.
Kathy closed her eyes, shivered, and put her hands around his head to cup him to her. Both of them were groaning, while his sucking mouth slurped noisily and made her nipple longer and stronger.
He worked her nipple with his lips like a babe nursing at a bottle. And, as he did so, he felt her breast grow taut. Waves of fire, ripples, and spasms passed through her breast under the smooth, creamy brown surface.
His lips became savage as his passion rose a few more notches and his mouth really started to suck on her pebbly nipple. His fingers pressed hard against the trembling brown surface of her fine, fleshy breast. She gasped and shuddered. Kathy felt helpless in his grip. Waves of flame were dashing from her tits across her chest to all the far reaches of her body.
Drazen did not stop. He was a man on a winning streak and not about to cease his action now. Dropping the breast he had been working on, Drazen lifted her other breast and began doing the same thing.
Kathy threw back her head and exposed the throbbing brown warmth of her neck and embraced him, pulling him closer to her breast. She loved all that he was doing to her. Not only was she glad she had picked him, but Kathy was finding out what a fine, kind, considerate and professional lover he was.
She stood transfixed. For short seconds she was no longer a woman, but a planet, a heavenly body in unison with the earth, breathing and moving with cosmic forces. She felt like the great planet Jupiter, filled with passion levels of different bands, colors and thicknesses. Storms brewed at her surface and underneath. Demons, once in control, were rampant, lose in her broiling flesh. There were storm clouds, hurricanes and swift currents of varying intensity rushing about in each of her parts; her cunt, her ass, her belly, her chest, her tits, her brain, behind her eyes, through her intestines, down to her very toes.
"OH, DO IT, DO IT," she muttered, her eyes closed, her cheeks and lips trembling. Frank B. Drazen, never so happy before in his life, did it to her. This fine, foxy black chick was being sent to the skies by him and was making him gasp and groan in delight.
Pulling his mouth from her breast, he began to kiss her nipple, going around and around twice. Then he switched to her other nipple and did the same.
He lifted his red, wild, passion-shrouded face to her and smiled. Then his hands reached for and began to open her slacks. He worked the buttons at the side and pulled them partially down her wide and fleshy hips, exposing the blue of her gossamer panties. His hand snaked into her panties and down the front.
He reached for and found her furry beaver. Hissing as his fingers touched the lustrous black hairs, he began to pinch, probe and then pull at the hairs. His hand went lower. She laughed, moved her legs apart, and felt his fingers tracing the outline of her fleshy pubic lips.
Drazen was breathing like a house afire. He was as randy as a stallion on a stud farm. His lips were pulled back from his teeth, his nostrils flared, and his eyes blinked up and down rapidly as he found her cunthole and snaked his middle left finger up into the hot, wet darkness.
He hissed, twisting to the side, sweating even more, as he struggled to get his fingers all the way into her.
Kathy smiled. "PUT IT ALL THE WAY IN, LOVER. PUT IT ALL THE WAY IN." She shut her eyes, a smile of sheer bliss spreading across her soft lips.
Once his finger was inside he began to wiggle it around. His cock was hugely swollen in his pants by now. It had tented them, forcing the zipper down.
Kathy found his meat without even having to look. Her hand took hold of his cock through his pants and held the head and part of the stem in her strong, knowing fingers.
He gritted his teeth, shut his eyes tighter, and made oof sounds as he wiggled the finger around and around in the confined space. He could barely move his hand. She was driving him crazy, sending him up the wall.
At last he blew out a gust of air and said, "Take off all your clothes. I want to see your beauty."
"You do the same," she answered. "I want to see you, too."
He nodded as he groaned and pulled his hand out, shivering and sweating in the process. Then he stepped back from her opening his eyes. Purple lines and red sparks flew in front of his field of vision.
With his chest heaving up and down, he began to undo his shirt and pants. At the same time Kathy sat down and began to undo her slacks and shoes.
They smiled to each other across the darkness of the room. Her teeth and eyes were white-gray in the brown darkness of her beautiful face. To her he looked as red as a broiled lobster with the whites of his eyes wild pinpricks in his face.
She was undressed sooner than he was. Drazen had more clothes on then she did and was not as agile an undresser as Kathy proved to be.
She stood up, legs apart, her hands on her hips. He looked at her a moment, ceasing what he was doing. Drazen's mouth fell open. His eyes gleamed in an even brighter fire. He drooled. His nostrils flared. His face went through several spasms. He was shaking like a man holding a ten gallon jug of nitro and not wanting to drop it.
His eyes devoured the flat plain of her belly, the imperial majesty of her breasts, the fine swell of her hips, the statuesque brown columns of her legs and then the furry, black, gleaming triangle rising above the apex between her thighs. Her face was a laughing face. She was the nymph, Venus, risen from some cool mountain lake, calling to him, asking him to take her, to enjoy her every crevice. He shuddered.
His eyes returned again and again to her cunt. He licked his lips nervously. His mouth opened and closed like that of a beached fish. His chest heaved up and down as he gulped ever greater amounts of oxygen. But nothing could quell the rising fire in his flesh, the almost gargantuan swelling of his meat.
Her cunt was a throbbing mass of flesh covered by kinky curls. Rising above the hairy forest were her fleshy pubic lips. They peeked out, almost like the naked, rocky peaks of some mountain range, emerging from the covering green of a dense, endless forest.
"Hurry up, honey," she said with a smile. "Mamma wants to see your cock and she wants to see it now."
He hurried, getting out of his shirt and tee shirt, his shoes and socks, then his pants. He stood there, a big, hard man, some of him having gone to fat. He had a fairly hairy chest, thick legs, and his most important asset was still covered by his blue and white-striped shorts.
These were quickly stripped off. He stepped out of them and threw his shorts on a chair next to the big double bed. Kathy smiled. His cock was longer than average, just under seven inches of pure joy. Looking at him the first time she wouldn't have expected such a cock. There was obviously more to Frank B. Drazen than met the eye and she was glad her eyes had met a sight this pleasing. Not only did she feel good about bringing happiness to this man. It would also be a pleasure.
One of the men she had met at various parties Kathy had gone to had told her many women don't really shine until you take their clothes off. It's only then that their total worth is revealed to a man. Well, Kathy could say the same thing about certain men, including this one.
She moved closer, studying his cock. It was fairly thick, a dark brown-red, with prominent veins and arteries. It had a more pronounced bow shape then many of the cocks she had been fucked by. It also throbbed a bit more. His balls were not extraordinarily large, but they did hang down very far in a loose, skin sac with many folds and long, coarse, dark brown hairs growing on it.
She moved toward him, licking at her lips, laughing, letting her hand come out to hold him. Their lips against met in a kiss of ruthless passion. This time his tongue jammed into her mouth without waiting. It flicked about in a few short, lustful, rapier stabs before pulling back.
They were shivering. Each could feel the vibrations going through the flesh of the other.
His arms were around her again. She felt his powerful hard-on gouge at her cunt. Then his cock slipped upward and was pressed between their bellies. It felt good to have his throbbing meat against her flesh. He was hissing and kissing at the same time. She felt his hands come around her and touch her shoulder blades, then pull her forward against him.
She came to him with a slight oof and a softening in her lips. Her big, melon-shaped breasts were flattened out against his chest. The flattened, fleshy cushions were rubbed brutally against his hairy shape. Her belly was pressed against his. His cock was pressed even harder between them. It began to throb some more and grew another half inch. She felt his downhanging balls rubbing against the lustrous fur of her aching cunt. Her in-sides churned with a searing hunger for him, but Kathy held herself and let him have his fill of her mouth and body. Her nipples had grown more sensitive during their looking and kissing. Now, pressed against his chest, her nipples were lustfully irritated. They grew still harder and longer with passion and hungered with his overwhelming and forceful sucking. But she said nothing. Kathy let him kiss on and on.
His hands suddenly moved from her shoulder blades, which he had been rubbing, down to her lower back, then onto her cheeks. His hands began to rub her there. The rubbing grew harder, more passionate, and then his fingers formed into hard claws. His hands dug into the soft, supple flesh of her asscheeks. He grabbed two firm handfuls and began to palpitate the meat.
Kathy said not a word. The endless kiss of passion swelled to an ever greater level.
This caused her to gasp. But the kiss went unbroken. Heat waves radiated out through her ass into her twitching, lustful asshole. She groaned as her intestines filled with white hot flames and her belly rippled in reaction.
Her cunt felt the heat pass by osmosis through the thin membrane separating her asshole and cunt. She tore her lips from his mouth and gasped, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Drazen, who was almost as hot as he ever got with a woman, nodded up and down dumbly. He could barely hear above the blood pounding through his veins and rushing back down to his heart to be pumped through his body a second time.
With lights flashing and sounds bashing inside his brain, Drazen let go of the fine, tender ass he had been working with such love till now.
He staggered back. "How do you want me?" he asked.
"On the bed," she said, pointing. Her whole arm was trembling. Her tits were wobbling with the force of her movements and the shaking passing through her frame from head to toe.
He gasped with the effort required in moving back. But he did it and flopped down on the bed. He sat on the edge of the foot of the bed, then lay down. Changing his mind, he sat up and stared at her as she came to him.
Kathy stood there a second, looking down at his hard lance, moving with short jerks in the air, standing up at an angle. She went to him.
He said, "Give me a kiss." She did, bending forward, her tits hanging down. He squeezed one melon as he kissed her. Their lips parted and Kathy said, "OPEN YOUR LEGS WIDE SO THAT I CAN GET DOWN BETWEEN THEM!"
Drazen hissed as he parted them, and Kathy Eaton got between them, giving him an up from under look as her hands rose toward his hard and swaying cock. Her tits trembled a bit as she moved. Her entire body tremored with the feel of him.
At last she had him. Just the touch of her sent jolts of delight through his cock and balls and belly. Her fingers were strong and held him knowingly. Before he could say a word, his delighted eyes watched her head dip, her hair come forward a bit over her face, and her mouth fall open.
He sank into the hot wetness of her mouth, touched by silk, gasping as her satin lips closed tightly around his manhood. Drazen estimated that not less then four inches of aroused manhood had disappeared between those soft lips into the hot mystery her mouth had become for him.
Drazen did not move as her mouth tightened and her cheeks indented and Kathy began to suck. Soft silken inner cheeks were swished back and forth against his inflamed manhood. He moved about uneasily beneath her satanic touch. His cock grew redder, hotter, longer and harder.
Drazen shut his eyes. His mouth snapped shut. Teeth clicked against teeth as uppers and lowers met. His fingers turned into claws. She sucked on, er mouth becoming stronger, harder, hotter, more insistent around the inflamed meat held so firmly within the deadly bowers.
Drazen groaned. He suddenly realized a woman like this could kill. Lips such as these were lethal. Drazen was glad he didn't suffer from any heart trouble.
Her hands held onto his balls. Suddenly her knowing fingers began to rake the skin sacs. Her touch was light but strong. She certainly knew what she was doing. Sensations of pure delight raced from his balls and into his cock. The sensations from his cock, now in her mouth, moving down to his balls, colliding with the upward traveling flames from his nuts, Drazen sat forward. His cock was tingling. His balls were tingling. His toes were even tingling. What a mouth! What lips! What a woman! But he didn't want her to just suck him. Drazen wanted to fuck her meaty, sweet, furry black cunt. He wanted to bury it in her to the hilt and fill her with his seed. His nuts hungered after that fine beaver.
Kathy knew that and wouldn't deny him the joy of prime pussy, but first she would thrill his cock with her professional mouth. Her lips became less firm around him and Kathy began to piston her mouth and face up and down the cock she held with such love and devotion.
Carefully, quickly, her lips moved, letting him out, sucking him back in. The pink pads of soft satin worked his meat, massaging each square inch, missing nothing. His cock was soon glistening, red, strong like Hercules, and stained with the pink of her lipstick.
Drazen hissed and twisted about, as her expert mouth serviced him and lifted him from the earth, where he was, to the very hallowed hall of Olympus.
Behind her closed eyes, Kathy saw nothing. She felt the thick log of meat shooting into and out of her mouth, her lips gliding over the sizzling surface, her mouth turning slowly numb with all the good tongue action she was giving. This would not go on too much longer, she knew.
After half a minute, Kathy stopped, let him slip from her mouth till just the swollen head was between her lips, then shut her mouth tight and began to suck with deep, slow intensity.
"OOOHHH! HOLY COW! MOTHERFUCKER," Drazen exclaimed, as each muscle in his body tensed and his cock grew a quarter inch more in a fraction of a second. His scorching nuts were pulled up into his body. He gritted his teeth, swung his head from left to right, then back again.
Kathy stopped and let him out of her mouth. Her eyes came open. Her face was now inches from the swollen log of trembling meat swinging back and forth in short pendulum strokes, as she let him slow down after that fantastic pre-fuck blow.
His meat was as red as a fiery sunset, wet, dripping saliva, her saliva. She smiled. Kathy had certainly developed these last few weeks. It was a development she was proud of.
Shivering a bit, she rose. Drazen opened his eyes. It was like watching Venus rise from the shores of some Greek Isle. Kathy got on the bed, straddling him, her hairy beaver open, her pink insides showing. She was furry, wet, appetizing, eager. Her thighs were wide and strong, her tits huge pendulums, hanging down, rich, fresh, seemingly eager for his tongue, mouth and lips.
He pulled himself up along the bed. He stopped and watched her walk up the bed along his body, on her knees. She came up to a stop at his cock.
Kathy leaned over him a second, her jiggling breasts hanging down. His head began to rise, his lips trembling as they neared the objects of his lust.
Then she moved up and away. She had merely leaned over to get a small jar of Vaseline. Deftly, she unscrewed the cap, took it off, scooped out some Vaseline and greased up her cunt. Then she took another scoop and smeared his cockhead.
He hissed at the touch and feel of the cool Vaseline. She put the jar on the side without bothering to screw the cap back on. That would wait for later.
Smiling in a mysterious way, not even looking at his cock or cunt, working by feel, she took hold of his cock and lifted it, lifting one leg, swinging over to the side and placed his cock between the lips of her pussy, getting the head into the pink tunnel of her vaginal slit. He slid in with ease as she opened for him.
Then Kathy put her leg back down on the bed and Drazen felt himself sink in some more. She suddenly squatted down. His cock slid all the way up into the greased, wet hotness that palpitated with such energy around him.
Her eyes shut. His eyes stayed open, but Drazen hissed. Was she ever tight! Her cunt was strong and deep. As large as he had grown, his cock still did not reach to the end of her tunnel.
What a cunt! What meat! He looked at her over him and a thrill passed through Drazen. All this was now his. He shivered and pistoned, burying a bit more inside her. Kathy took it, smiled, and began to squeeze at him with her clasping cunt muscles. Drazen groaned and came back down. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, putting his hands on her upper thighs, feeling the muscles move about under the smooth creamy brown surface.
Kathy stayed in place as he fucked her with short, savage strokes. His cock was hard, thick and long, greased by the Vaseline and the secretions of her powerful cuntal sleeve.
She held her thighs tight against his and hunched her ass down on his legs. He was covered by her meat now. Kathy could feel his every tremble, his every move, the tickle of his body hairs.
Drazen kept his eyes open, admiring the fine woman he was fucking. He enjoyed the tightness, the wetness and the hotness of her roomy cunt. She kept squeezing him, massaging his cock, sliding the smooth folds of her pussy along lubricated meat. From second to second she thought about that money and how much she needed it. That made the fucking all the easier.
Kathy gazed down at Drazen, at his brown mustache, and the now red cheeks of his face.
His cock grew a bit inside her. She closed her eyes and again envisioned his cock, the way she had envisioned him when his cock had been pumping into her mouth.
His meat kept sliding into and out of the dark, grasping chamber of her cunt. She listened to the loud smacking sounds of their joining and parting. Already, the heat of the moment, the effort involved in fucking, was sending long rivers of sweat snaking across their heated surfaces.
Kathy began to close her eyes. The feel of his cock, bashing towards her womb, was making her a bit giddy. She tried to ride herd on the feeling, but could not control it. She was beginning to shiver, and her cunt was twitching under the rapid-fire pistoning of his surging meat inside of her.
Kathy added a bit more force to her massaging of his cock. She started to wiggle about on his fuckstick. When Kathy did this his cock danced about inside her. It touched all the corners of her cunt. The extra sensations made fire fly in her tits, ass and brain.
Drazen lifted up, stopping his fucking for long seconds, trembling beneath her. Then he resumed his savage jab-fucking, which filled her cunt so pleasantly.
Drazen lifted his hips higher as he drove his cock in to the hilt. Kathy closed her eyes and swallowed him whole. The feel of his hard instrument sliding up along the wet folds of her pussy made her brain sizzle. She kept clutching him with her cunt walls as he entered and left.
"OH, FUCK MAMMA," she gasped, "FUCK MAMMA! THIS WOMAN IS BRAZEN! I NEED ALL THE COCK I CAN GET!"
Drazen had been closing his eyes. He opened them all the way and groaned, "LEAN FORWARD. I WANT TO KISS AND SUCK YOUR TITS."
Bringing her arms up, lifting her hair away from her face, she began to move lower, wiggling her tits and shoulders at the same time. First one tit would dip, then the other.
Finally, she was bending forward, the lower half of her still moving, his cock still jabbing up into her. Drazen fucked her with endless strokes. Kathy shuddered a few times. Her tits were seething. A good, hot mouth on her tits was all she needed to complete this circuit of love.
Drazen lifted his head and his hands. He twisted his head a bit to the side and aimed his mouth for her left tit. His hands took hold of it, hungrily palpitating the flesh, feeling the heat and the power in the meat itself. At last, his lips, hungry, like those of a desert traveler, who has not had water in days, touched her nipple. From this spout he would drink his ration of joy and taste of her juicy mangos of love.
His lips were hot, hungry, insistent. Kathy's lips formed into a smile as she watched him devour her. His cock did not stop jabbing into her cunt.
He sucked at her nipples like a babe nursing at its mother's milk. His lips soon made her longer and stronger. Her nipples hardened like pieces of flint. Then his lips were replaced by his teeth.
With light, loving strokes, sometimes a bit too vigorous, and causing her to wince with a sharp jab of pain, he scraped his white, wet teeth across the hardened surface of her lengthened nipples. She gasped, closing her eyes in response to the divine feeling sent through her and down across the fleshy, jiggling globes of her mammaries into her seething chest.
Kathy gasped for air. Her lungs, it seemed, were on fire. Her throat kept closing up on her. Her mouth turned into a hungry pit, outlined by the pink of her lipstick, lined by the wet whiteness of her teeth. She sucked quart after quart of life ... sustaining air into lungs hungry for oxygen, needing more to sustain the terrible burning and using process that sex involved.
Spasms of pure white pleasure struck inside Drazen's head. He stiffened two or three times and stopped his hard fucking of her clutching pussy, then made up for it by a short, savage flurry of jabs which sent ripples of delight across the trembling plain of her belly and into her swaying and now well worked tits.
The passions were too great. In order to breathe she had to lift up and keep herself straight. Her tits were torn from his still hungry and not yet satisfied mouth. His lips sucked on air for several seconds in frustration as he watched those creamy brown globes wiggling in the air above him. Then he made up for that with several hard jabs into the yawning maw of her pussy.
Kathy responded by wiggling harder and faster in swift semi-circular movements around the cock impaling her. Drazen groaned in response and grew even harder. Each short stroke pulled only half his meat out, before he jammed back in to the hilt till his hairs and hers were entwined.
Now Drazen began to fuck in longer strokes. These strokes took more of him out, then returned him in more powerful jabs.
He set his teeth edge on edge as his cock jammed up into her cunt. She could feel Drazen straining to reach her womb and closed her eyes as powerful tremors passed- up along her trunk. Kathy licked her lips and ground her hips a bit faster against the strong cock, showing her where it was at.
His balls hung down between his legs, and each time Kathy came down her big, splayed out ass touched them and set the nuts inside to stirring.
Kathy changed the pace of her fucking by coming down as he thrust up. She swallowed his climbing cock into the far reaches of her quivering cunt. This joining of the genitals doubled the friction and sliding force, causing both of them to gasp. Her tits were flying this way and that in response to never ending sensations sent rushing through her body by these new movements around his cock.
Drazen felt his testicles stirring. He knew he would soon cum and wanted to delay that for as long as possible. His body was shaking like a house in an earthquake. He stopped fucking for short seconds while Kathy continued coming down onto his firm, shivering tool. She wondered why he had suddenly stopped. Then he began to fuck again. His body had settled down a bit. This delicious sensation would be stretched out awhile longer.
Only now, Drazen fucked her with all the power in him. He pulled his cock out to the tip, then rammed up into the scorching depths of her pussy in one long, swishing, brain jolting thrust. This maneuver was repeated over and over.
Gasping, Drazen reached for the Vaseline jar on the side. He shoved his right middle finger into it and then pulled his finger out. His hands embraced her wide, outward jutting ass. Then he found her groove, pulled it apart, and found the puffed brown ring of her anal flower. With mounting excitement, Drazen shoved his middle finger all the way into her partially open asshole.
In the heat of the moment she easily took the thrust of his finger. Kathy gasped at the new sensation. Without waiting, Drazen began to finger fuck her asshole at the same time his cock opened her wide and deep in front.
Kathy groaned in response to the double sensation. Each sensation added to the one before it. Each sensation built to a blinding crescendo of colors and lights and waves of pleasure.
Her ass wiggled wildly. Kathy began to giggle. She turned totally lewd. Her breasts were taut and heavy and swinging above his face in wild abandon.
Drazen no longer watched the hypnotic, erotic, riveting dance of tits above his face. His eyes were shut tight. His face was twisted into lines of passionate agony. His flesh was gleaming and wet with great beads of perspiration. Drazen used his fingers to dig deep into the ass he held. He fucked harder and faster into that endless cunt that was clutching him with still more power and fire. She was so hot he felt as if his cock would be burned to a crisp inside of Kathy.
With his fast fading energy reserves Drazen put his all into fucking the holy hell out of that greasy, slippery, clutching cunt. His finger in her asshole turned into a piston of fury. A second finger joined it and her asshole nipped at both with ferocious energy. Her energy was the energy of endless passion.
Kathy felt her brain about to explode. Her nostrils flared. Her mouth opened still wider. Her tits grew more taut with the steady rumble of burning sensations running through her tortured flesh.
Drazen felt the changes inside him before she did. He felt his balls being pulled up into his body as wave after wave of brilliant fire from his tortured cockhead rushed to his balls.
Drazen was twisting his head from side to side, his fingers digging deeper into big, black ass with two fingers fucking her asshole in a lather of tortured momentum. He couldn't move any faster than he was moving now. Nor could he any longer control the fire and the fury of what was about to happen.
Hissing, cursing, moaning, gasping, groaning, Drazen went over the edge into the flaming eternity of erotic destiny. His cock jabbed up into her as hard as he could. Even Kathy by now knew what was coming.
"GIVE ME THAT COCK, YOU BIG STUD," she gasped, as she came down hard, swallowing as much of him into her as possible, while her hips danced like a dervish around his meat. Her muscles clutched tightly.
It was at that moment that Jack Drazen gave up the gusher. Hot gobs of supersonic cum rushed into her, filling her cunt, coating her soft folds, Drazen fucked her in a frenzy, the cum making his ride faster and slicker. She wiggled, squeezed and twisted about on that impaling meat flying about inside of her. She made him give up his essence at an even faster rate.
Drazen kept raising his center section as he rammed up into her. Each time he raised himself his cock would dance inside her as if it were having a fit. Drazen, it seemed, was trying to fight loose of her loving bondage, but Kathy had him and held him. She squeezed and held and milked him dry.
The power of his punching, the sheer emotionalism of the moment, the dancing meat she was containing and which was gushering inside of her combined at that last moment.
Four triphammer blasts erupted within of Kathy, one right after the other. Following each blast her body froze for a moment before continuing the frenzy of activity which was driving Drazen up the walls inside his head.
She heard his every gasp, felt his every struggle, thrilled to every jab of his wild and now weakening prick. Her own passion erupted and Kathy filled with clouds of pink fire. Her brain seemed to shiver inside her skull. Her tits seemed to fill with fluid and felt as if they were about to explode. Her asshole clenched around his fingers hard, holding onto them for a second before letting go so they could once more fuck her ass.
Her cunt let a mighty river of fluid gush down across his cock, out between her legs, into his hairs, down her inner thighs, and across his belly. He was sticky with her discharge. She was awash in it. Her fingers clenched empty air, his fingers dug deeper into her ass and fucked harder.
The air was thick with their pungent discharges. She felt his cock slow down and shrink as he stopped erupting in white gobs of cum. Kathy also slowed down. She felt some gentle eruptions inside her, but once the monster eruptions broke there were no more.
They fucked more slowly, more gently, with less force, less intensity, less need. Both of them swam about in the warm glow and the erotic sea of their new world. It was a world whose lifespan could be calculated in short minutes.
Drazen stopped altogether, but Kathy continued. She wanted to give his cock some more pleasure and wanted to stretch out the feeling inside her own body. She yawned and stretched like some luxuriant cat, her eyes still shut tight.
Then she also stopped fucking, opening her eyes, and smiled gently at the man beneath her. Kathy bent forward and kissed him on a still hot, sweaty cheek. She straightened up.
"Feel good?"
"Yeah," he answered. "I never thought this party would be so good."
"The party was crap. This was good."
"Yeah. You're a swell woman. I could use a woman like you. Or do you belong to the world?"
"The world," she said with a smile.
"I guessed that. A piece like you would cost too much to own."
"Too much," she said with a smile. What he didn't realize was that short weeks ago he could have had her for a song. Her own esteem, her position in the world, and her price, had gone up far and fast these last few weeks. Her stars were all lucky. She didn't have to look at her horoscope to see that or even buy the numbers to make a lucky strike.
"Shall I get off?"
"I want to say yes, but another part of me says no. This feels too damned good."
"We can't stay here forever."
"Why not?"
"Because," she said with a wide, pleasant smile, as she started to get off and Drazen began to fall out.
"Aw hell," he said in a half-hurt, half-mocking tongue. "You really know how to hurt a guy."
Chapter Five
Kathy opened her eyes and sat up too fast in bed. She had been dreaming about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Kathy had just been reaching for the pot of gold when her dream came apart in jagged wisps and she got up suddenly.
She had a nagging headache. Now that she was going to parties so often and drinking almost every night she had learned to pace herself and not drink too much. This meant fewer headaches in the morning. Also, her resistence to alcohol was rising.
And, if she tipped lightly, there was bound to be very little in the way of a hangover. If there was, that old bottle of Southern Comfort would do the trick.
She smiled a moment as she thought about Drazen. He had gone home a happier, more assured man. Sometimes a good woman will do the trick, and sometimes it takes money to do the trick. For her money and men were the answers.
It was nice to party every night. It was great to get fucked by a different man each time out. Now that she was getting it steadily she found she was no longer so tense. And best of all was the money. In the last three weeks she had taken home fifteen hundred tax free dollars she didn't have to declare. That was eighteen thousand dollars a year, if she could keep up the pace. She smiled. A woman with her skills was lucky to get a menial, back-breaking job for less than half that money. She ran the figure over in her mind. Eighteen thousand sounded like such a fine figure. So good in the mind.
It wouldn't always be like that. Inflation was bound to get to it. Someday she would look back with a smile at when she thought eighteen thousand had been a lot of money.
Kathy could remember when she had been little and thought that nine thousand was a lot of money. The trouble was that by the time she was old enough to make that kind of money inflation had made it into a less then average salary. She gnashed her teeth, hoping this would not happen to the money she was making and that her new life style would not be affected.
The main worry of any party girl is losing her sexual attraction. She also worries about breaking a leg, getting into a car accident, getting the flu. Time lost is money lost. Money lost means rent unpaid and a hundred other ills.
Kathy found that while she was making money she was also spending it. Money for food, clothes and make-up, money for hairdos and rent and utilities. There were cigarettes, liquor and eating out. When you had more money you also spent more.
She could remember quite clearly when she didn't have too much. Then a ten dollar bill had been an item. She would sit there, running it through her fingers, feeling the texture, looking at the portrait of Alexander Hamilton, thinking about all the things it would buy.
Two slices of pizza and a soda were a dollar and a half. Sometimes that was lunch. A fish and chips original at Arthur Treacher's with a small Coke was two and a quarter. She always went there on Tuesday to get the extra free cole slaw special. A pack of cigarettes was seventy cents. She smoked a pack a day, sometimes more. She would pick up two packs at a time, a dollar-forty. Every few days she got nervous from being couped up in the house and took the bus downtown. The round trip was a dollar. Sometimes she would step into one of the lower grade movies. That cost two dollars before five and two-fifty after five. She usually went in before five to save the four bits. Today she threw money like that around left and right. At the movie house she might buy a soda from the machine at a cost of thirty-five cents more. This would go with the candy bar she bought outside for a quarter. Candy cost too much at the movies. Depending on when she went to the movies she would have anywhere from seventy-five cents to a dollar and a quarter left.
Money went slowly and meant more. She could understand that. Kathy could not understand spending five dollars for a cab just to get someplace on time, or filling up a gas tank with seventy-five cents a gallon gasoline. She could not bear paying the landlord a hundred and ninety-five dollars a month rent. That had to be paid all in one lump. That was nineteen times the ten dollars she slowly stretched out when she had it to pay for smaller, cheaper items. It was the big items that got to her. She spent the money alright, but spent it reluctantly. She didn't feel right about spending a lot faster. To her it was only right if a little was spent slowly on small items. Her initial tightness, a tightness imposed by months of privation, did not go away so quickly.
Life couldn't be all pizza pies, soda and candy bars. You had to eat steak, chicken, lamb chops, buy cigarettes, whiskey, dresses, pay rent and utilities. There were a thousand and one items.
She didn't know how some of the men at the parties could cough up seventy-five dollars per girl. Sometimes there were ten or twelve girls at a party. As much as nine hundred dollars could change hands in one night.
The men at these parties realized that not everything was food, rent and utilities. You had to pay taxes. You had to spend something to satisfy your cock.
She got out of bed and started for the bathroom when the phone rang. Yawning, she rushed to answer it. The phone usually meant Linda calling. Linda who had the jobs. She was known, her number was known, so the men called her. She called her friends, namely Kathy. Linda was a good woman to know and a bad enemy to make. Kathy didn't really like her much. Now that she realized it, she and Linda were more business partners than friends. It was a semi-distant relationship, a lot more distant than when they had just been friends without being business girls for the evening together.
She picked up the phone, said hello, and listened. "This is Lynn, honey. You awake yet?"
Yawning, Kathy nodded and said, "Yes."
"Listen carefully then. I want you to get ready, really dress up. There's a convention of tire salesmen in town. These are tire wholesalers, big honchos with hard prongs and money to burn. And I do mean burn. They want a good time and aren't afraid to pay for it."
"Same fee?"
"Same fee, dear. Fees don't go up so fast even if inflation does. The place is the Nordic House. Know it?"
"I know of it. I've never been there. I've passed it a few times."
"Well, tonight we're going."
"What time?"
"Same as always, five-thirty. Sometimes six. The party is being thrown by a man I know. His name is Vance Hargitay. I've been to a few of his parties in times past. They're nice. The people there are nice. Most of the men we've met so far have been nice. Don't you agree?"
"Yes. That surprised me. I expected they'd be rough, but they weren't."
"Most men are nice, though you have to watch out for the monsters. Sometimes it isn't hard to tell who they are and sometimes it is."
"What's Hargitay like?"
"Big, broad-shouldered, a shock of graying blondish hair. He's mine. Hands off him. Unless he wants you, of course. You can't tell when a man wants a change. He used to be a Marine. They nicknamed him the Hard-Assed Warrier. That's because he's an old desk jockey. He tried to get a field commission, but things just went against him and he stayed behind a desk. Some men would like it like that."
"I'll say. So I'll be signing off now. When I get ready I'll make lunch, then kill some time cleaning up the house. It's been a mess. I'll be waiting in front for you at five-thirty."
"Fine. Bye." Kathy listened to Linda Gilstrom hang up. Once more she found herself with a dead receiver in her hand and a strange feeling that the conversation had ended too abruptly. She laid the receiver into the telephone cradle and went to the bathroom.
When she came back out Kathy made breakfast and then began to do her make-up and hair. There was no time for television by the time she was finished and dressed.
She got her things and went downstairs. She had a strong urge for breaded shrimp, fries, and cocktail sauce. Several nights ago she had had some at an Arthur Treacher's place. It had been one of the few nights Kathy had gotten off from her busy, hectic schedule.
It was too busy. So busy, in fact, that Kathy found herself with less time to think about her own personal problems and what direction her life was heading in.
Such thoughts often brought on deep depression, especially when mixed with her lack of money and the oncoming prospect of bankruptcy and all that entailed. So, all in all, it was good that she was so busy. The added money, the activity, the sexual excitement, the fulfillment of her dreams, had added to her prestige and made her feel a bit better about herself than she felt all along.
As she stood there in front of her apartment building, lighting up a fresh cigarette, her heart began to pound. It was the pounding excitement of a hunter preparing to stalk a prize elk. It was the thrill of the hunt, the challenge of the unknown that lay ahead.
The sight of Linda's Cadillac coming around the corner fueled her excitement. When Linda stopped she got into the Caddy and they were off.
They didn't speak for awhile. There was a tense electricity in the air. The sky was a shimmering pink and the sun was beginning to glint a reddish color.
They went through streets where kids were playing. Some kids were riding on roller skates, others were skipping rope, and still others were playing ball. Kathy was aware of everything. This late afternoon she was supersensitive to all outside stimuli. Everything made her hiss and jump.
They reached the Nordic House. It was a twelve story steel and glass structure, very modern and very posh. They parked in a lot out back, then rode up in the elevator to the second floor.
The party was being held in the private room of the Bottom Of The Barrel, a French and American supper club. There was a buffet table, small private tables, carpeting, hushed music, laughter, the tinkle of glasses, the good smell of food. Kathy grew hungry in a hurry.
She looked around for Sue Babcock and her friend, but could not find them and was glad of that. Somehow Kathy had grown to hate the two women. They were more than rivals to her. She felt somehow uneasy, sinful, weak, wicked when they were around. It was good to go places without them and tonight seemed somehow special. It was made so much better and more enjoyable without them here.
There were girls here tonight that she did not know, white girls as well as black. Their host came over to greet them. Vance Hargitay was everything Linda had said he was. He bent forward and kissed Kathy on the cheek as he shook her hand. Kathy wished the kiss had been on her lips. Still, the kiss that he gave her traveled down to her toes and sent a ripple of shivers up her spine.
There was a lot of smiling going on and handshaking, kissing and ass grabbing in the next minute or so. Then the crowd cleared some.
Hargitay called over a man who was as big as two football players put together. He had broad shoulders, dark skin and a white, toothy smile. The minute Kathy saw him she liked him. His hard gray eyes looked her over and then his smile widened. He was the most magnetic white man she had met in a long time.
"This is Frank Lanloiuse. He's a Cajun from down Louisiana way.'We were in the Marines together and for a while we were partners. Now we've gone our separate ways, but still keep in touch.
"How do you do," he said to Kathy as he took her softer hand in his strong, hard paw. He didn't squeeze, but held her firmly, as if aware of his power over women.
She wondered how he would be in bed, the thought sending spasms through her belly. She could find out if she wanted to. Kathy decided to be very friendly. If he wanted her he would get her.
He nodded farewell to the others and took her by the hand to the buffet table. There they heaped paper plates high with various goodies.
"Look," she said, "there's shrimp salad. Before coming here I had an overwhelming urge for shrimp."
"Here's your chance then," he said with a smile, putting his plate down, taking hers and filling it with a heaping portion of shrimp salad.
Then he said, "Let's take some slices of that French bread. The crust is simply magnificent, crisp, crunchy. The inside is white, soft as a baby's ass, and tasty like honey."
"You seem to know a lot about French bread," she told him.
"I used to live new New Orleans. My favorite diversion, when I got off work, was to take the car downtown and go into one of the many fine Italian restaurants located in New Orleans. And let me tell you, there are a lot."
"I would go in, order a heaping plate of piping hot spaghetti with lots of thick spaghetti sauce. The kind of spaghetti sauce they make in New Orleans can't be beaten, at least in my opinion. It has chunks of onion, bits of cooked sausage, chunks of tomato and bits of spiced, diced olives. I'd order that with a lot of Parmesan and Romano cheese, a side order of minestrone soup, a bottle of red wine, either California or imported, and a plate of sliced French bread."
He closed his eyes a moment and said, "Mmm-mmm, that was a meal."
"Just telling me about it you're making me hungry."
"Well, you're in the right place, at the right time, with the right food." He nodded down at her plate. "Let's eat."
She smiled back and they went to a side table and began to eat. Kathy was surprised at how hungry she was. The excitement. The man she was with, the promise of what lay ahead and the smell of fine food in great surroundings, really built up her appetite. This was the way a woman should be wined and dined, she decided.
Halfway through the meal he asked, "How's the shrimp? Just the way you dreamed? Sometimes a thing doesn't come out the way you want it to."
She swallowed. "This is just the way I wanted it and more. Oh, the shrimp could have been breaded and there could have been cocktail sauce lying around, but this is good enough."
"Fine. As long as you're happy I'm happy."
They looked up from their food as an excited man rushed from table to table. He was showing people a picture of himself, it seemed.
Finally, he reached their table. "Hi, Dan," Lanloiuse said. He introduced the heavy, brown-haired man to Kathy. "This is an old business associate of mine, Dan Auletter."
Auletter nodded and then said, "Guess what I have?"
"I don't know, a picture of yourself running naked through the park, being chased by the local militia?"
Auletter laughed. "Nothing that exciting. I recently acquired, from an old Army buddy, a picture of myself in the Sherman Tank I drove around in during World War II."
Proudly, he showed them the old, faded, black and white snapshot of a much younger, thinner Auletter, with darker, thicker hair, wearing a hard leather tankman's helmet, standing in the turret of a dusty, battered Sherman. There were a lot of guys on and around the tank.
"Where was this taken?" Lanloiuse asked.
"France, near Metz."
"What became of the tank?"
"We lost it in the battle for Metz. They gave me another after that. Funny, isn't it, how a big chunk of steel doesn't survive, but a paper photo does."
Before they could answer, he saw another friend. "Hey, Al, come see this." Without saying goodbye, his excitement bubbling over, he disappeared to some other tables. Kathy and Lanloiuse smiled at each other and finished their meal.
Then he went and got two glasses of red wine for each of them. "This is good," she said. He nodded. Then she asked, "Will you be in town long?"
"A few days. My room, here in the hotel, looks like a mess, even though I've been here only a short time."
"I don't believe that."
"If you saw it you would."
"Show me," she said, her eyes suddenly serious.
Sweat appeared on his upper lip. He drank his wine in one gulp and stood up. She drank her wine, too, but more slowly, staring at him over the rim. They were riveted together. She had asked him for this before he asked her. Kathy really wanted it. She could feel her cunt churning with rising need.
Then she rose, slow and sensual. "Come on," he said, "the door's this way." He pointed to a door in the left center wall of the room.
She followed Lanloiuse from the party, out the door, and then into the quieter, carpeted hall beyond. The noise of the party faded. They passed a gray-haired man in the hallway and he nodded at them. Lanloiuse nodded back. There was a twinkle in the man's eyes as he examined her from head to foot. Kathy said nothing.
At the end of the hall they turned left down a smaller, shorter hall that ended in three doors. Lanloiuse unlocked the door on the left, flicked on the light switch on the wall to his right, and stepped inside. Kathy followed.
The room was small, comfortable, filled with his things, some packed, some still lying around. He locked the door and began to undress.
His smile was mirrored by the one across her face. She had eyes of fire as she began to undress. It was hard for Kathy to pay attention to just herself. She kept staring at Lanloiuse, excited by him, wanting to know how he looked underneath all those clothes, and if the excitement and magic would hold up once he was naked. Things looked promising.
Kathy had been captivated by the powerfully built, dark-skinned, dark-haired Cajun ever since she first saw him at the party. Her lips trembled, her tongue drooled, and her cunt churned with moist need.
Lanloiuse was faster by far than Kathy. She was down to her panties, stockings and garter belt by the time he was naked. She stood there a moment, a look of enthralled delight upon her face.
He was everything she could have asked for and more. Lanloiuse was strong, barrel-chested, hard and hairy. His legs were thick with muscle, as were his arms. His hands were strong, the fingers long, hair growing thickly all along the back of his hands, arms and legs. He looked like some Cro-Magnon man brought to life, but handsome and very human. Kathy just shivered.
Her eyes fell to his crotch. What she saw there made her drool, lick her lips, and rub her cunt.
His cock was at least eight inches long, very thick, one of the thickest pricks she had ever seen. It was covered with an incredible, complex network of veins and arteries, each thick with blood and throbbing with sensual hunger. His penis was already hard and making little up and down jump motions as it quivered in the air. She knew she could make it even longer and stronger. Kathy was very good in that department. One look at his balls made her cunt ache. They were as big as duck's eggs.
Lanloiuse looked from them to her. "Like them?"
She nodded up and down without saying anything.
"Why aren't you undressed yet?"
"Sorry. I was a bit slow."
"I don't like slowness in women," he said in mock hardness. "It makes me wait. And I hate waiting."
"I'm sorry," she said as she slipped the panties down off her hips onto her thighs and exposed the gleaming bush of her cuntal mound.
"Do you know what I do to little ladies who keep me waiting?"
"No sir. What do you do?"
"I spank them." Kathy gulped, a sudden fire in her face. He slapped the side of his thigh. "Come over here. I'm going to sit down on the bed. Get over my lap. I want to see a big, juicy, trembling ass that I can spank till my heart is good and satisfied that you've been punished for your sins." His face broke into a big smile. His white teeth gleamed in the brown of his skin.
She walked toward him slowly. It had been a long time since Kathy had been spanked. And that had been on her honeymoon, when her husband revealed his letch to spank healthy, meaty asses.
Explosions were going on inside her head and in her eyes. She walked on feet that were slowly turning to rubber. Her mouth was suddenly dry. She could barely see and hear, so many colors and sounds were passing through her eyes and ears. Her cunt, asshole and asscheeks were trembling with submissive fear and sexual excitement. She was his. This huge and powerful Cajun would now have her. His black eyes were glinting flints in the moonlight. His mouth was an open hole of wet desire waiting to swallow her up.
She came to him as he sat down and said, "Over my lap and rest your upper part on the bed. I don't want to take all the weight. It'll spoil my pleasure."
She nodded again without answering. Kathy could barely say a word. Her throat was closed. Her face was drawn tight. There was not a wrinkle on it.
She climbed over his lap, painfully aware, as she gazed down, that his hard cock was pointing up at her like an accusing finger. She laid down upon his thick, hard, hairy legs, feeling his cock flatten out, throb even more at the touch of her, scrape her cunt, and dig into her belly. Then she laid herself out on the bed, her upper part at least, and folded her arms under her.
Kathy closed her eyes as she felt his hands reach around her waist and then touch the small of her back. One hand pressed down on the small of her back. Her cheeks were splayed widely. She was open for him to do anything he wanted. Kathy held her breath, waiting for his hard hand to rise and come down upon her trembling, fleshy cheeks in a sharp crack that would send the very fires of hell racing through her ass.
Lanloiuse did nothing for a second; staring in wonder at all of this wonderful, giant meat laid out before him. He grinned and licked his lips at how wonderful she looked from the rear. He thought to himself that a woman truly is most beautiful when viewed from behind.
Her ass was so wide and fleshy, and made even wider by her lying down. Her ass groove was revealed and the puffed brown ring of her anal flower exposed to his gaze. He smiled at the wide smoothness of her thighs and the attractive turn of her ankles. Her back was smooth, sloping and tapered so well at the waist.
He had looked enough. Now it was time to warm the cheeks and get the lead out of her ass. He'd have her dancing before he was through. With that, he cupped his hand, brought his arm up and back, then swung down with full force.
His hand landed with the sound of a pistol shot across her left buttock. The meat indented and then came back into place. Kathy felt the sudden heat, the sting. She twisted about on his lap, rubbing his cock, but doing nothing more. The next slap came down on her other cheek.
Kathy gasped this time. Her head rose and her eyes shut a bit more tightly. Her face was wreathed in sweat. She shivered once and then stopped.
The Cajun began to slap her with steady power. His stinging palms landed across her cheeks in rapid succession. Left-right and right-left was his tune. He covered the same spots on each cheek and spots around them. Sometimes his hand landed on both cheeks at once. He laughed as this occurred.
Kathy gasped, threw her head up, let it come down, and threw it up again as his hand landed on another sensitive spot. She shivered at the sting, the fire, the heat of it. The effect was felt all through her fleshy behind. She felt him in her clenching asshole. She felt him in her twitching, churning, clasping cunt. She felt him in her tits, now grown hard with passion. She felt him in her brain, overloaded with sexual signals and steaming in its own overload and the effect of what he was doing to her. Kathy's entire body throbbed and shivered with the effects of that spanking.
The room was filled with his laughs of pure delight. It was filled with her gasps, hisses and cries. It was filled with the lighter and more delicate sounds of her belly and cunt raspingly rubbing up against his swollen cock.
The feel of his cock was so close, so hot, so strong, so hard, so full of life, made her cunt, her tits and her asshole hunger even more for him. It added to and reinforced the stinging slaps he was dehvering onto her big, flaming behind. Kathy made sure to leave her cheeks slack so that he could fully enjoy spanking this offered and submissive ass.
Each new flame sent down by his slapping added to the lusts racing through the cock-hungry, tight, tropic reaches of her experienced asshole. Each slap made her cunt clutch as if she could grab his cock from the air and take it into her steaming, needing depths.
He was huge and menacing and ruthless. His hands now traveled down to slap the thick undersides of her ass. This was where the most meat could be found, and it was here that Kathy was most sensitive.
He landed them hard and without mercy, but not as hard as he could have landed them. This was for fun and not to hurt her. Kathy began to laugh and shout. Her legs danced up and down.
"No sir. No more, no more!"
Lanloiuse was laughing in glee. He kept slapping and turning his head up and back as he let out guffaw after guffaw. What a joy it was spanking this lively bitch and then having her dance around on his swollen, cunt-hungry cock.
With surprising suddenness he stopped his spanking and let her off his lap. She found herself jumping up and down, rubbing those warmed up buns, laughing, and hissing. He watched, his mouth open, his eyes glazed by the sight of her beauty so bountifully displayed for his pleasure and enhancement.
Each leap into the air sent her tits dancing, her cunt lips opening, and the pink, fierce eye of her sex winking out at him. It was time to take this little filly and enjoy her the way a good filly should be enjoyed.
She finally stopped jumping around and blew out a gust of air. Her ass was still burning, her asshole steaming, her cunt churning, her mind seething, and her tits pointy hard.
Lanloiuse stood and pulled her to him. His arms were strong, all enveloping. She closed her eyes and shuddered in satisfaction, like a cat rubbing up against a vat of fresh, rich cream.
As he pulled her to him, she felt the hard manliness of his cock stab her in the belly, then the cunt. Then it was jammed up between them and she felt the tremor of it against her belly and the touch of his swaying, shuddering balls against the wet hairs of her pussy and the hard trembling lips of her cuntal mound.
His mouth came down on hers with a consuming hunger that she found it hard to refuse. His lips were cold and cruel, then hot and hungry. He ground his mouth left and right, pushing down against her softer, yielding lips.
He kissed, he sucked, he licked the life out of those lips. She could barely catch her breath, so hard and merciless was his impassioned kissing.
Then his brutal tongue punched between his lips into her mouth and began punching into the wet depths. He licked at her tongue in sharp boxer's jabs. He pulled back and licked at the sides of her mouth, then the roof, and finally below her tongue. He touched any spot he wanted, her tongue cringing back before him. He was the master and not her. His mouth was supreme, powerful, and could get anything he wanted from Kathy.
He pulled his tongue out after a moment then pulled his lips from hers. His mouth dropped down and her head and neck fell back. Kathy knew he was going for the soft sweep of her neck. She loved this.
While he was doing that, his hands slid down the slope of her back and came to rest on her soft, still bruised cheeks. He did not hesitate for long.
His fingers dug deep and speared twin mounds of good, hot flesh, which he began to palpitate. She gasped and arched up against him. Her belly and cunt were thrust against his cock. A sudden slipping fire racing through his testicles.
Lanloiuse gasped and hissed and stopped for a second before bringing his lips down on her hungering, trembling neck, then beginning to kiss her with hard, savage jabs which left darker spots on her neck and sucked the blood from her for short moments. Each kiss left a center of growing warmth and these merged as heat ripples passed across her neck and into her seething brain. Kathy was being aroused so many ways that she didn't know what to do or say.
In swift, butterfly jabs he worked her from the point over her Adam's apple to just beneath her chin, adding one last kiss on the tip of her chin. She was on the very knife edge of desire now, tottering, but not falling. Her ass muscles clenched under his squeezing, and from the effect of feeling his cock and balls rubbing up against her cunt and belly.
He finally let go of her cheeks. The indented meat swelled back into place. It felt strange for one second not having his fingers digging deeply into her ass and squeezing with palpitating motions the trembling and well-spanked meat.
Now his hands pulled apart her cheeks and one knowing finger aimed for and speared her puffed, brown asshole ring. She arched some more in surprise and shock as he speared her asshole ring brutally, pushing his finger up to the second knuckle.
Shivering on the end of his finger as it were, Kathy began to kiss the side of his face. The fever of her passion was rising to meet the fever of his need.
But his face pulled away from her as his head dipped even farther, down to her breasts, and began to kiss them with the fever and ardor he used when working over her neck.
It did not take much to send great, churning blasts of erotic heat down through her chest. Her nipples became longer and harder, her tits even more taut than before, her mind an endless haze of steam and flame and the smoke of growing lust.
His mouth went from breast to breast. It was a hungry, consuming thing that knew no limit to what he wanted and needed. At last he stopped kissing and hungry lips closed around her left nipple.
Savage, slurping sucks made the nipple tingle, turn harder, become longer. Her hands sank around his head, the fingers entwining in the wild shock of hair atop his head. She tugged at his hair.
Lanloiuse gasped, but did not cease his sucking. She pulled his head closer, squeezing his face against the giant melon-pillow of her wonderful, malt-colored breast. She almost squeezed his face out of shape.
He grinned, put some power into his neck muscles, and kept her from pushing his face closer to her chest. All the while his hungry mouth did not stop. He was a wild sucking machine, a babe, drinking his mother's good, sugar rich, pure milk. It was the milk of lust that he dined upon. His mouth was an endless sucking machine to bring pleasure not only to her, but to himself.
His lips were suddenly replaced by his teeth, which he used to scrape along the nipple and to excite her still further. Purple shards of electric flame flew down through her tremoring breasts and made her groan with the almost unbearable passion and pleasure of it all.
His face was savage. It was wrinkled, red, covered by sweat, and contorted by lust. It spoke of only one thing, his interest in taking her with all the power left in him, and take her he would.
His teeth held her delightfully tortured nipple and now began to scrape from side to side. "OOO-HHHHH!" she sighed. Lanloiuse said nothing and did not stop. His mouth was a trained tool, a precision instrument with which he was working her to feverish pitch.
His lips again came down and he returned to his sucking. He did not repeat one act for too long. His mouth was tireless, it seemed, a tireless strength given to one only in the heights of great passion and the dark pits of dazzling fear.
She was his tool, his sex slave, his instrument to play upon for as long and as hard as he wanted.
She began grinding her hips against him and rubbed her cunt and belly against his cock and balls. The feel of it was greater inside him than inside her, though Kathy also groaned.
She swung her hips carefully so as not to pull her nipple from his mouth. It was almost as if the upper and lower halves of her body were not connected.
Finally the sensation of it was too much for Lanloiuse. He had to drop her wonderful, well-worked nipple and gasp. His head was thrown to the side, his face was a twisted mass of lines filled with pleasure, lust and unfulfilled desires.
There was much promise in that interval. There was promise in the very air around them, which sparkled with the tension and electricity of their molten moment. They were no longer in some hotel room, but in a paradise created just for them by this passionate love play.
She twisted, churned and danced some more. He finally had to ask her not to. She did as Lanloiuse requested, hearing barely half the words he spoke in the depths of her aroused state.
He again took her breast into his hands and began to lick the areola around the nipple in broad strokes. He used his hot Cajun tongue well.
She was soon shimmying and groaning beneath his wonderful, strong, wet, silken tongue. The sensations sent through her areolas went around each nipple, then from her flaming breasts into her chest, to her heart, and every part of her body, including her broiling brain.
He shifted his mouth from breast to breast, and then, when he thought she'd had enough, pulled his mouth from her, letting go and moving back a foot.
"BLOW ME," he gasped between clenched teeth.
Kathy opened her eyes then knelt down. He watched her, his cock now a bit bigger, a bit thicker, a bit harder, tremoring even more, making small jerking motions in the air.
Kathy grinned at her lover, her eyes scooting down to his duck-sized balls, her lips already soft. She trembled a bit. Frank Lanloiuse was a big man. He was a Louisiana Cajun, and Cajuns, she had heard, were very fine lovers. Kathy would find out right now if that was true.
She knelt, her eyes full of fire, her lips trembling, softer than they had ever been for any man. She smiled up at him. Her smile was not the smile of the street, the smile with which one greets some friend or acquaintance. Her smile was the smile of pure, deep lust. She shivered at the thought of what she was about to do.
One hand reached out and lifted his thick cock. It was almost like lifting a young tree by its trunk. He trembled and was hard. The skin on his prong was like thick satin. She ran gentle, exploring fingers across the fine texture of the skin and sighed. Her fingers touched the bumps and ridges, where veins, arteries and veinlets swelled up and covered his meat like a fine pattern of miniature roads.
Her lips shivered with an urge to lave his meat with kisses, but Kathy held herself. Not yet, not yet. That would come soon. She was still gritting her teeth, still half-mad with the lust their kissing had aroused.
Kathy gazed up at the wet sheen over the deep gray eyes of this wise and powerful Cajun. His hard, brown lips twisted in a smile.
"It's all yours, baby," his harsh voice whispered. The sound of it died slowly in her ears like some far off echo passing into the infinity of the great outdoors.
"Thank you," she said, realizing halfway through that the thank you had come from her subconscious.
Her fingers ran up the wide, cobrahooded cockhead. The eye slit at the apex of the head glistened with fresh pre-cum dew. Her face came forward, her tongue arched out, and she licked off the dew.
A hiss escaped from the mouth of her lover. He trembled once. His cock stirred in her hands in response to the touch of her strong wet tongue.
She closed her lips and looked more closely at him. He was still sitting there, a broad-shouldered, hairy, muscled giant of a man, with a huge, square head and harsh, planed features. But together they made for a rugged sort of handsomeness that made her heart throb and her pussy ache.
"OH, DARLING, YOU'RE WONDERFUL," she said, her eyes dropping down to view his cock again. For a moment Lanloiuse didn't know whether she was speaking to him or his cock.
Her cheeks were trembling. At the same time, as she was admiring this magnificent monster of aroused manhood, she was wondering with another part of her mind how she could take so much cock into her soft sucking mouth. She might sprain something, and if she took him down the throat he might become lodged there and Kathy might choke to death.
But Kathy forced all such fears down. She was a brave girl, a girl who could make it. She was secure in the knowledge that her fine womanhood would help her triumph over all obstacles.
"I'm going to do for you what I've never done for any man yet," she lied. Looking up at him, she added, "I'm not only going to suck out every drop of juice in you, but I'm going to swallow it all down. How's that? She saw his chest swell under the effects of her lie and the fire in his eyes brighten.
One hand took hold of a large ball and pulled at the blonde-brown hairs growing there. He winced in a grimace of pleasure and she did it again. Kathy smiled when his cock began to stir. She knew just what to do and how to do it.
Lifting his cock a bit higher, she brought her face down, opened her mouth, and began to breathe across his cockhead. Hot, moist air assaulted him. His stiff prong lifted up and down.
Lanloiuse shifted about uneasily. Her lips closed and her face came forward. Her lips puckered, then Kathy began to fulfill the wish she had expressed before, to kiss his cock all over.
When the first kiss landed on his tip and made him groan, Lanloiuse knew he was in for a hot blow session. A second kiss, then another and another touched him. Each time his cock jumped up, but she held him firmly and kept Lanloiuse in place.
"I've got a hot mouth," she gasped, half in ecstasy. "I've got a hot, wet mouth and I love to suck big, hard ones with a lot of juice."
Her mouth twisted into a harsh grimace as she began to kiss him all over. Lifting his cock up so that the tip was pointing into the air at an angle, she twisted her head to the side and began to kiss along the thickly fleshed underside, from the base to just below the head. Her lips worked him in harsh, swift pecks that kept traveling up and up. She made sure to aim many of her kisses at the thick artery that ran along the underside and kept pumping hot, passionate, fresh blood to his monstrous hard-on.
Lanloiuse continued gasping, closing his eyes, opening them, shaking his head, as if he were in some boxing ring being punched out by an expert boxer.
He shifted uneasily beneath her grasp and the touch her of her lips.
But Kathy did not cease her heavenly and wondrous work. She continued to kiss him till she reached just below the inflamed cockhead, then her lips once more began to move down toward the base.
She worked with the same speed as before and set him to groaning and trying to stand. But Kathy held on. Her thick powerful tits lay across his lap and against his thighs. Lanloiuse began to close his legs and partially pin her. But Kathy didn't mind. She continued her endless kissing.
"OH, BITCH, YOU'RE DRIVING ME MAD."
"I'm going to drive you nuts," she hissed between passion-filled lips. She already felt her nipples stirring some more and his cock joining them in becoming longer and harder still. He throbbed with steady insistence.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, Cajun. The bedroom is the devil's playground. And playing is my profession."
She fell silent and continued to peck at him. Only now, Kathy let him drop down. Her lips touched the side and top of his cock, then the trembling satin of his cockhead.
Her lips were not just made for kissing. Lanloiuse found that out soon enough. Her head moved back, her mouth opened, and his cock was twisted into place by deft, experienced fingers.
Then the hot wetness of her mouth closed upon him. She opened wide, just as she would during a visit to the dentist's office. Her eyes were wild, as if Kathy had smoked a few joints of grass as three inches of firm, bayou-bred, Cajun cock flew into her mouth.
She was gorged with meat more than two-and-one-half inches in thickness. Kathy held him a moment to feel the tremble, and the musky, salty man taste she so loved, as well as the heat of him inside her oral cave.
Kathy closed her eyes and wiggled her tits against his hairy, scratchy balls. Lanloiuse groaned, but his balls made her tits stir.
She could feel the wetness beneath her legs, the tremor in her belly, the flames rushing along her trunk, and the twitching of her asshole.
Kathy opened her eyes once more and swallowed another inch of huge cock. Her fingers went around his balls and began playing with them. Lanloiuse sat forward. His mouth was opening and closing like that of a fish out of water.
He ran his fingers through her hair momentarily before taking his hand away. "OH, WOMAN, YOU ARE TOO MUCH," he told her in a breathless voice.
"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, YOU BIG, HAIRY STUD," she answered. Only her voice was muffled by all that meat she held in her mouth. Lanloiuse could not understand a word and did not bother asking what she had said. The sensations of her work, the feel of her hot, tight mouth, was too delicious to say another word.
She shut her pulled wide lips around him, then with her mouth a swollen oval, she began to suck. The sucking was a slow, hot, slurping process.
He felt it as his cock slowly swelled to its full length and thickness. Flushes of pink heat rushed from his organ down into his balls, now so skillfully held and worked by her talented fingers.
There wasn't a reaction Lanloiuse had which wasn't touched in some way by her, manipulated, added to, raised several notches on the erotic heat scale.
He shut his eyes at last. The final images on his retina were of her kneeling before him, head bowed, her lips painted pink and swollen wide around the shaft she was so dutifully sucking. The sway of her tits accented the whole thing. Just thinking about it made his cock jump, swell and fly about.
Kathy was beginning to hum her little cocksucker's tune. It was the one she always hummed when her lust rose to a certain level and she was satisfied with the cock she was working.
Her mouth changed from an easy to a more intense suck. His cock stirred in her mouth, not that it could move very far.
Each twitch he made sent it bashing against her teeth. A sharp jolt of pleasure would travel from the stem down to his balls. Kathy was squeezing his nuts as if they were spauldines. Each squeeze caused him to shift uneasily.
Lanloiuse was blowing air out between his lips and his nostrils were flaring. His mouth was twisted one second, serene the next. A light film of sweat covered his entire body. The bedsheets were wet beneath him. His every fiber trembled with the stirring effect of what she was doing.
Suddenly the sound of blowing became very loud. Her mouth was slurping around his tool, the cheeks indenting, as her face turned red with the sheer effort being expended. Under her brown skin the redness showed up as a darker flush, a deep chocolate color.
A long river of sweat rushed down between her jiggling tits and also from underneath them. Her face kept exploding into strain lines. Kathy salivated and sloshed the saliva around his huge tool to slick it and keep it friction free.
Then she began to piston her mouth up and down, letting out three inches, then swallowing them back. She went slowly at first before adding speed.
Her smooth, fleshy lip pads were soon a traveling circle of flame around shaking cockmeat. She went like a whirling dervish across the tortured, hot, bumping, veined surface. He was swallowed in and released over and over.
Lanloiuse sat up even straighter. Her fingers, which had been working his throbbing balls, dropped them and began tugging on the coarse hairs growing across his ball sac.
Every tug made Lanloiuse squirm and dance, but Kathy held him tightly in her powerful cocksucker's mouth. Lanloiuse may have tried to rise, but he did not escape from those powerful lips.
Each new tug made his head spin, his brain sizzle and his mouth twist. Flashes of purple, pink and orange were flying across his body. His cock was already as big and thick as it would ever become.
Her mouth went a bit faster, flying across flaming flesh. He began to twist his head in every direction in order to work off the overwhelming strain of the effect of her flaming tongue action. His teeth clenched, his head flew. He was shaking like a demon. Lanloiuse could not believe this was happening to him. The woman was simply marvelous.
She let go of his balls. There would be no more pulling his hair or squeezing his balls with insistent fingers. Her mouth was a consuming tunnel, a living monster of passion unleashed.
He tried to stand. Her mouth was taking control. He was merely an appendage now. Her fingers reached for his inner thighs. She began to pinch the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Each pinch sent a flash of orange through his crotch.
He could feel her handiwork in his balls. They seethed with activity and sensations. His cock felt as if it would come off in her mouth. Shards of purple fire continued rushing from his trembling cockhead into his torso.
Not only did he feel in his balls, but in his brain, his toes, his stomach, chest and spine. All of him was on fire because of her.
Lanloiuse tried taking hold of the sensation, but felt lost. Her marvelous mouth was simply too strong, the sensations being delivered were too powerful, too good.
Kathy quickly changed her tune. She lifted her lips up and away. Her teeth replaced them. Gently, yet firmly, she rode up and down his steely prong. Kathy scraped the upper and lower half of the cock she was servicing. The sides of his tool were massaged by her rapidly suctioning lips.
Gnashing his teeth, he twisted his head in every direction of the compass. Lanloiuse groaned and cried out several times. The sensation of naked teeth and smooth lips on reddened, over-stimulated, ultra-sensitive cockflesh, was too much for one man to stand.
He thought he was going out of his mind.
Lanloiuse thought he would scream, faint, and bash his brains out against the bedpost. Still, the blowing went on and on. Kathy Eaton was a merciless tongue artist. She was lost in a world of her own making.
As this was happening to him she flew about inside her own head. Kathy felt the sway of her hot, sweating tits, the swell of her nipples, the rush of sensations every time her nipples touched his hairy flesh. She gasped at the touch of his cock against the back of her throat. She sighed with the churning of her cunt and the clenching of her bowels.
She wanted him in her every hole, but could have him in just one place, her mouth. So, if she had to settle for that, she would make the best deal of it that she could make.
Rivers of sweat raced along flaming flesh. She felt the sweat literally pour from her hairline down her forehead and the sides of her face. She felt him sweating, too, but was sure he wasn't sweating like she was. Lanloiuse was sitting there like a prince, being serviced by his favorite harem sweetie. All the while, Kathy Eaton was doing all the work, sucking her heart out, working her lips to the bone, using her body the way nature had intended for a woman to use her body.
Each time her mouth came down and she swallowed him in as far as she dared or could, Kathy felt herself being gorged, almost overwhelmed by hard, stiff cock. She had to fight not to go under and fall into the arms of panic. She fought to hold him, master him, and ride the pleasure churning in her cunt, dancing in her bowels, to a great wave of satisfaction as she came at last in a flaming climax of love and lust.
Kathy tried to swallow more cock than she had before. She almost gagged. The feel of her throat closing around the tip of his huge, blunt, billy club of flesh, sent Lanloiuse into a paroxysm of gasping motions. Yellow flashes flew through his brain.
She began to use her teeth with greater power and got him to go through another series of paroxysms. This excited her. She was getting over her failed attempt to swallow him down. The attempt had left her short of breath, gagging, forcing herself not to cough, so that she could complete the blow and have him finish successfully in her mouth.
Lanloiuse was no longer able to talk. He was traveling too far and fast and high, and so was she. They were voyagers in the inner universe of the bedroom, treading ground that was the same, yet different.
Kathy breathed through her nose so that she could swallow this monster cock, working him deeply into her mouth and still not gagging.
She moved her teeth away and brought her lips back down. Kathy began to work him with savage piston swallows that took a bit more of him than before into her mouth, then let him back out. She held on tightly to that thick, muscular base, while letting him out to the tip, delivering a fast, bloodcurdling suck, before swallowing deeply.
She was wet with perspiration and her face kept exploding into lines of ecstasy and pain and strain. Sweat ran down the sides of her body from her armpits. Sweat rushed down her back from her hair and along her spinal groove. The sweat ran along her anal ditch and over her puffed anal ring, sore from a recent fucking. There was a slight burning as the sweat touched here. By then she was in such a lather and her cunt was so worked up that Kathy hardly felt the burning. What she did feel was turned into fast streaks of purple fire dancing through her clenching, hungering asshole.
She could not stop and did not stop. She was possessed, as much a slave of ruthless, dynamic sex as the man she so faithfully served and serviced.
"ARRGH, OHHHH!" he exclaimed. His passion had become so great that words, both intelligible and unintelligible, were being torn from his lips, after bubbling up from his erotic and inflamed interior.
Her cunt churned so hard and fast it that it seemed as if Kathy was nearing the very edge of her climax. Her left hand dropped down. Knowing fingers found her wide-open, willing cunthole. She was wet, slick, awash in her own juices.
Knowing fingers carried out a staccato drumming that continued steadily without abatement. It was the drumming of endles lust. It was the drumbeat of passions so well known to modern as well as primitive man. It was the fast, steady movement of fingers familiar not only to the mountain highlands, but to the tropic jungles as well, the ski slopes of the Alps, and the endless vistas of America. This was the steady drumming of womanhood seeking satisfaction.
Her fingers went faster. She worked with a demonical energy. The demon of passions unleashed rushed through her very soul, tasting of each fiber of her living, hungering flesh.
His hard hands came down on her head. He held her skull firmly, almost pushing her head down. But Kathy added tension to her neck muscles, which corded like rope. The tension gave her neck rigidity and her head support. With her head in one spot, she sucked on, her rhythm uninterrupted, her lips so soft, steadily raising his sexual temperature point by point.
His face kept collapsing into lines, then turned serene. From moment to moment it was not the same, ever changing, ever moving like a landscape during an earthquake. Sweat ran across his flaming face in a hundred crooked, large and small rivers.
He was gasping, like a man about to pass out, and yet he was closer to the flame of life than ever before. Passion had suffused his body with a great and endless power. He was superman reborn. Her mouth had made of him a mighty sexual creature. He was her slave now, to do with as she saw fit.
His hands were strong on her head. They pressed down on her skull, almost as if to crush it. His blunt, hard, muscled fingers, overgrown with brown-gray hairs, entwined themselves around her hair and gave little jerks on the shimmering black mass that sent pink streaks of fire out across her body to her cunt and asshole. Here the streaks were no longer pains, but additional shards of pleasure to make her madder with the fires that raged within her head.
They were creatures of passion unleashed at this very moment, controlling and being controlled, rushing to and fro, twisting, having things done to them and doing things back in return.
His balls shifted uneasily and he knew he was not far away from the time when great jets of thick, white Cajun cream would rush down her fine black throat and fill her belly with low calorie, high protein love food. It was the best diet for any woman, the kind of diet more women would be happy with, and which would keep so many slim, trim and happy well into their golden years.
His hands tightened around her head. Then suddenly his hands lifted away, the fingers let go of the fine hairs, and his palms came down on either side of her face. He clasped her with bone crushing power. She moaned, groaned, oohed and aahed, but Kathy Eaton stopped blowing. Her head could no longer move, though her fine, overworked lips were ovalled around his cock, stopped in mid-piston from taking even one more stroke.
He licked his lips, and with his eyes still screwed shut, his sweat-wreathed, passion-wracked face pointed at the heavens above. The powerful Cajun began to piston his hips, swung his legs around her body, locked ankle over ankle, and held her prisoner, while he began to fuck her in the mouth.
She held perfectly still, her mouth open as wide as she could open it, while Lanloiuse fucked her with growing lewdness and a quickening pace.
His hips pistoned forward, his cock filling her, touching her throat and the rear of her mouth. She would gag a little each time he did this. But every jolt of his firm cock sent a spasm of yellow fire rushing to her churning cunt.
His cock was a tremendous blunderbuss of power that ripped against the inner surface of her mouth, jamming against her teeth, wiggling in reaction to the fire forced through the head of his cock into his stem by each scrape of her teeth and each swallow of her gagging throat.
Kathy knew that every time her throat closed around him his cock swelled a bit more and tried to slap up and rip off the roof of her mouth. But she held him in place, or rather, he held her in place.
His hands were so strong around her head that she could not turn her face away from him. His cock moved with supersonic speed between the trembling pads of her containing lips. He rocked on his hips, shifting forward and back. Her entire brain was sizzling with the essence of the fire he had let loose within her. Her mouth, it seemed, was not powerful or large enough to contain the fiery force of the harsh, huge instrument hungrily fucking her face.
But take it she did. Kathy not only took it, but continued to salivate and slosh saliva around his hard fucking tool, so that he was able to fuck her mouth and face without the slightest hitch or delay. This ride was smooth and friction-free. He moved like a demon on Vaseline-greased wheels through the opening of her mouth. He touched and plumbed the very depths of her oral cavity. There were moments when he tried driving his hard cock down her throat, and at times it seemed he might succeed.
All the while she served him, she took it, she was his slave, his mistress of the moment. Her mouth was an oral cunt for him to fuck, to possess, to enjoy till his very seed was ripped from his balls by the overpowering flames of unenduring passion.
Kathy sucked air in through her nostrils. Her brain swooned due to the lack of enough oxygen and too much passion and overwork. Her head was pounding with the thunder of his strokes and the heavy rumble of her own blood racing through her veins and arteries in the heated trip through the circulatory passages of her flesh.
Her tits wobbled, shook and swung this way and that. Her asshole opened and closed and clenched all the way up, hungering for a good cock to ream out her bowels.
Lanloiuse did not stop. He was a man of molten steel. His balls were being pulled up into his body. The time was not far away when a great gusher of white cream would rush from his spasming, piston-ing cockhead, into the dark wetness of her oral cavity, and down her throat. Lanloiuse laughed like a madman in a cage, his face up and back, his chin pointing at the ceiling. His face was beaded by sweat, his mouth open, his eyes twisted shut, his nostrils flaring in the ecstasy of advanced passion.
Lanloiuse laughed at how the cum would jet from him, lubricate her throat, and fill her belly. His cock pounded still harder into his living sex slave and Kathy took every bash, each tremor passing up and down her trembling frame making the sex so much better and sweeter.
Her drumming fingers were moving with supersonic speed. Soon, she knew, soon the flame would burn bright inside her for short seconds and the thunder would sound and she would spill forth the juices of her bodily fulfillment.
The thunder struck suddenly, turning his entire frame into an incandescent mass of lustfully irritated flesh. Lanloiuse arched, and in that moment of arching he stopped fucking for a second, but his cock was driven farther and deeper into her than ever before.
It jammed into the back of her throat and part-ways down. Then he started to spasm. He shook like a man experiencing the shock of ten thousand volts of purple electric fire rushing through his flesh.
His cock exploded in a fury of white. A blizzard of cream filled her and rushed down her throat. In shock and bliss Kathy took all this, forced down the urge to cough, and began to swallow. Her mouth started to suck. Her tune was suck and swallow, suck and swallow.
After his momentary jolt Lanloiuse began to pound into her. His growing meat fucked her hard. There were moments when Kathy thought the very gums would be ripped from her mouth, but she held tight and did not lose her fine technique. And always, like in the past, she swallowed. Kathy swallowed as hard and fast as she could so that there would be no flooding of cum in her mouth and possible choking.
She kept taking it all and swallowing, her fingers not for one second stopping their ruthless jabbing in and out of her clenching, steaming, wet cunt-hole.
Even though she was swallowing his cum as fast as possible, enough of it remained in her mouth to coat his cock with a sticky, milky film, and her lips also, as his cock flew between the ovalled pads of her pink painted mouth.
His cock was shrinking, the flow was slowing. She had done her work and had drained him with skill and love when her own climax was reached.
In a burst of color, heat and lights she arched, stopping for a second, hardly even feeling his cock, her body on the edge of eternity. She merged, became one with the universe, then tingled all over with sparks of red.
Her juices burst forth, rushing from her, running over her moving fingers, down across her inner thighs, and dripping onto the carpet below.
The discharge touched her all over, in her heart, her mind, behind her eyes, in her pointy nipples, and also the far reaches of her clenching asshole. Her face became a mask of strain and serenity alternately.
When she recovered enough, short seconds after the first blast, Kathy continued with her sucking and swallowing. He was almost dry now. His cock was discernibly softer and shorter. His powerful, hairy legs, wrapped tightly around her, did not clench with such power and determination. The power was gone now that the passion had somewhat abated.
Lanloiuse slowed some more, his body relaxing, his legs opening, falling away, landing on the floor with a thud, his eyes opening slowly. His face and body were covered in rolling streams of sweat. He was exhausted, could barely move a muscle, yet was strangely at peace, fulfilled.
He blew out gusts of air, gasped a few times, and shook his head at the power and wonder of it all. Then he looked down at the woman he was still fucking and stopped, his powerful hands falling away from her head.
She felt his hands come away. It was as if a ton of steel bricks had been lifted from off her. Kathy began to move her face again, to continue the suck she had stopped before. Her entire body was still swimming in the after effects of her shattering cum. Her cunt was wet and sticky. She felt as if each cell in her body was separated and vibrating on its own, with red fire between the cells.
Her hands came up. She again took his balls and cock in her hand. His cum, what had not been swallowed down, drooled out over her soft, passion-bloated lips, and down her chin, to drop off onto her jiggling, wet, gleaming brown breasts.
"I love your cock," she mumbled, her mouth full.
Despite the slurring of the words he heard and smiled. Lanloiuse reached out and patted her wet, lustrous black hair. He looked at her shapely form in the dimness of the room and smiled.
"Suck it all you want, honey, I won't stop you. It's all yours till your mouth gives out."
Kathy hardly heard him. She was lost in a self-fulfilling passionate world of her own. If it took the cocks of strange, unknown and sometimes exciting men to give her what she needed, then that was the way it would have to be.
