When she had been born, the stunning black girl had almost died in the same moment. In fact, her heartbeat was supposed to have stopped for less than thirty seconds, and the doctors managed to resuscitate her at the last moment, telling her father she had been brought back from the dead.
Just like Lazarus, the religious half Puerto-Rican half black man had thought. So his daughter was named Lazara. The girl grew up in a poor neighborhood on Long Island, and as a result learned to protect herself at an early age. Unlike most of her friends, by the time she reached twenty-two, and finished learning to become an air hostesss for Trans-Universal Airlines, she was still a virgin. Oh a lot of boys had tried, both black and white, and a lot of boys had failed.
Lazara was about five-feet-five inches tall, and her hair was not frizzy or kinky, but was straight, smooth, and fell below her shoulders. Her skin was darker than her father's cafe-au-lait flesh, but lighter than her mother's almost-ebony complexion. Though she had large, pillowy lips, her nose was slender and her eyes were hazel rather than deep brown. She had a long, slender neck, large breasts and large hips connected by a narrow waistline. Her thighs were delightful brown columns, slender, firm, and tapered, leading to her perfectly rounded calves and very trim ankles.
When she was graduated from flight attendant's school, she was certain she had been prepared for everything. She was absolutely delighted to be assigned to her maiden voyage almost immediately. It was on a plane that ran from New York to Georgia, and back.
The morning of her first flight, she awoke all jittery, anxious to make good, and she took a long time preparing in the bathroom, a bathroom she shared not only with her parents, but a half dozen other brothers and sisters. If everything worked out with Trans-Universal, she'd be getting her own apartment quick enough. No more of this sharing with the rest of the family. Oh God! She was hardly able to wait.
Putting on her gold uniform with the tight blouse, tight skirt, and tight jacket that made her breasts look like golden cannon shells, she packed her small flight bag and hurried to the airport. She arrived there a half hour before she was due, and she nervously chewed her nails until it was time for her to go aboard the large L-10-11. The head stew briefed her, as she did all the others, and as the woman finished talking, Lazara saw the pilot come aboard and her heart fluttered.
Captain Daryn Purcell looked like a cross between Muhammad Ali and Sidney Poitier. Unmarried, and sworn to remain that way as long as he flew, Purcell had a slender body with bulging muscles that swelled his uniform until it looked ready to burst. The co-pilot, who came with him, was of Latin-American descent.
"Honey," the chief stewardess was saying to her when the others were going to their duties, "you have to be especially careful."
"Why?" Lazara asked the pleasant brown-haired woman she knew as Marilyn Clayborne.
Marilyn was short, with curly brown hair, a nice face with a pleasing smile, and all the right measurements in all the right places. It was rumored she slept with all the right people and had "earned" her way to becoming a head stewardess in a very short time.
"This is a flight where we'll be having predominantly southern people, both ways," Marily told her. "Don't ask me why, but these Georgia Crackers are still as prejudiced as all hell. No matter how charming they are on the outside, be careful, and whatever you do, don't arrange to date any of them, especially not in Georgia."
"Why do they put black folks on a flight like this?" Lazara asked.
"Oh come on," Marilyn said to her." You know it's all politics. No one likes these fights, but someone has to stew on them. So the new girls are always chosen. As you get more experience, you'll be able to get a choice of airline flights. The overseas flights are the best ones, but if you can't get those, then try for the inter-American ones to the Central and South American countries."
"I have a feeling those flights are still a little way off," Lazara said.
"Honey," Marilyn said. "Let me give you a little advice. From the scuttlebutt going around, you're still a virgin. At your age that's unheard of. Virginity is a curse. Get rid of it as quickly as possible, and then get to know the right people. There's no shame in going to bed with a man who can advance you."
"I'll think about it," Lazara said. "The passengers "are coming," Marilyn said. "Be charming, no matter how much it hurts."
The Lockheed plane was large and with two aisles in it between three long rows of two-across window seats, and four-across middle seats. At this time of day on a Monday, the seats were only half-filled. Lazara, being the newest stewardess, worked in the rear of the plane, and since the galley was in the middle, it meant a lot of walking on her part. . The people all filed in and when the plane was finally in the air, Lazara, after demonstrating how to use the oxygen mask each passenger had in a locked compartment overhead, set about wheeling a small cart with drinks on it down the left aisle of the plane. There were little plastic drinking cups along with cans of soda, and tiny bottles of liquor, many of which the stews themselves appropriated. For the next three-quarters of an hour she poured, passed, and took back empty glasses. There were also bags of snacks, but since it wasn't lunch time, there would be no hot meals on this flight. The pressurized cabin kept everyone's ears from popping, and no one had to use a barf bag.
While she was in the galley, she got a buzz from the captain, and when she answered the phone, he said. "Hey, I'd like some coffee up here if it's all right with you, honey."
"Sure thing," she told him.
The coffee cups for the crew were larger than those for the passengers. Coffee was one thing the captain was allowed to have at all times since the caffeine helped sharpen his sense of awareness.
Since the other stewardesses were still busy, Lazara filled three cups, one for the pilot, one for the co-pilot, and one for the flight engineer, and she put the cups in a special holder. A small note tacked to the wall told how this particular crew liked their coffee. The captain wanted his black, the co-pilot liked cream and sugar, and the flight engineer liked less cream and more sugar.
Walking through the first class section, she knocked at the door to the pilot's cabin. There was a little two way mirror in the door to let them peer out and see who was there. This way they wouldn't be surprised by hijackers. The flight engineer let her in, and Lazara gave them their coffee.
"Hey now, I haven't seen you before," Daryn Purcell noted. "Talk about black gold, you are it, honey." Lazara felt the blood rushing to her face. She smiled and didn't say anything.
"You can bring me my coffee anytime," the copilot said to her. "When we land, don't go anywhere without me."
"Hey, man," Daryl, the pilot broke in. "I'm staking my claim first. Besides, Alvarez, you're a dangerous man."
"You listen to either one of these nuts, and you're in trouble," the flight engineer told her, a broad smile creasing his face. He was a short man with tanned skin, brown hair, and a hooked nose. Lazara knew he was married, and a real rarity, one of those men who never tried fooling around with the stewardess.
She stayed for a few minutes, getting to know all three men a little better, and the awe she felt at knowing them slowly began dissipating. In its place she felt a warmth growing, a real liking for all of them. She felt a natural attraction to the pilot and understood why it was possible all other stewardesses flipped over him. Daryn Purcell was a real macho individual, and it was plain girls of any and every color liked him. He had slept with the three Chinese-American stewardesses in first class, and he had also been to bed with the two Indian girls who worked another flight, as well as a Japanese girl at the reservations desk. Even Marilyn Clayborne had been to bed with him, and Marilyn usually reserved her favors for the higher-ups.
Leaving the cockpit, Lazara brought the empty coffee cups back with her and put them in the large garbage basket in the galley, then spent much of the rest of the flight seeing to the comfort of the passengers in her section, though there was little enough to do.
About a half hour before landing, while all the other stews were busy elsewhere, she was cleaning up the galley and putting away all the loose items when the curtains keeping the galley hidden were parted and a big, balding man stepped in. What little hair he had was light brown, and in spite of the air-conditioning he was perspiring. He had been wearing a brown suit, but apparently had left his jacket back at his seat. He had a bland face, the kind one would not normally remember for any length of time, and he smelled of perspiration, though it was obvious he used a lot of underarm deodorant and cologne to hide it. He closed the curtains and turned to look at her, and there was a funny flashing in his eyes.
"Sir, passengers are not permitted in here," Lazara insisted. "If you need a stewardess, all you have to do is press the overhead button and one of our flight attendants will be happy to assist you." ."Well, little lady," the man drawled, "ah'm in need of assistance, awright, but ah don't think you can do anythin' fer me at m'seat. Ah been a'watch-in' you, and ah have to admit, you're worth watch-in'. Ah seen lots of stews on these here flights, but ain't a darkie one of them as nice as you. Usually I make me a date with a white gal, but you're a blackie worth knowin'. Suppose you come on along with me when we land, and even though ah'm goin to an exclusive mens' club, you'n'I can really ball us up a storm."
"P-Please sir," Lazara stuttered. "Return to your seat at once."
"Hey, darkie, ain't no one says no to Roy Beat-ty. Either y'all agree to meet with me when we land, or ah'll have to boff you right here, on the plane."
"Mr. Beatty, kindly return to your seat," Lazara insisted, feeling herself break out in a sheet of perspiration. "I have other passengers to attend to, and don't have the time for the kind of whimsy you propose."
"Whimsy? Now, listen to the fancy words this here li'l nigger girl uses. Honey, yo're comin' into my home territory, Geo'gia, an' here the darkies still do what us whiteys want, get me?"
"Please leave this instant or I'll scream," Lazara gasped.
The sweat-smelling man pounced on her and clapped a hand over her mouth, saying, "You scream and ah'll see to it when we land you get thrown into the nearest blackie jail where that dark skin o' yours'll rot."
He tugged his hand from her mouth and abruptly pressed his own mouth to hers. She tasted the heavy alcohol on his breath, and knew the man had somehow or other taken more than two drinks, the prescribed limit. He must have come aboard half crocked.
Lazara pushed with her hands, but the man wouldn't budge. He pressed his body firmly against hers, slurping his tongue through her mouth, pulling her own tongue into his, biting it as his hands gripped her tightly, holding her firmly against him. One of his hands moved to the front of her gold uniform and began pawing at her breasts, and the girl began struggling and gasping, trying to push him away.
"What's going on here?" Marilyn Clayborne's voice broke in as the curtain was heard being tugged open.
"Huh? Oh, nothin', nothin'," the sweaty balding man said, releasing Lazara. "This here li'l lady was jus' gettin' me a glass of water."
"Get back to your seat immediately," Marilyn snapped at the man. "In the future, if you need any help, ring for a flight attendant."
"Yes, ma'am," the man nodded, and turning, squeezed past Marilyn and out of the galley.
"I warned you about those Crackers," Marilyn said to Lazara. "They're mean sons of bitches. Stay away from them. Lucky for you we have a return flight right after we land. But if we ever fly to a place where we'll be staying overnight, you'd be better off hooking up with one of the male members of the crew and spending the evening with him. It's a lot safer than being with two or three other girls in a hotel room. It's also a lot more fun. Take it from a gal who's been there." "I'll consider it," Lazara told her. "Honey," Marilyn said, taking her hand. "Listen to me. This is no bed of roses-job. You work hard at it. Sure you see a lot of places, but the only way you're going to advance in the company and earn more money is to bed down with the right men. In the meantime, the only way to keep yourself from being raped by an animal like that one is to sleep with a man you like. There's no getting around it, sweetie. A stew is bed meat. Maie up your mind to it."
Chapter Two
On the return flight, Lazara observed the other stewardesses more closely, and she saw them actually flirting with one or two selected passengers. She was also aware of two passengers making unseen grabs at her buttocks, and when the plane landed back at Kennedy International she realized if she intended to remain a stewardess, she would have to follow the unwritten laws whether she liked it or not. What convinced her was something she saw on the ground.
After her return flight, she went to the office of the vice president in charge of Operations, wanting to request a transfer to a flight that didn't go south. She discovered that Marilyn had gotten there before her to probably answer the charges against the pilot and co-pilot concerning a small skid when the plane had landed. Lazara had shut the door to the outer office and was about to knock at the inner office door, being entirely alone in the outer office, when she noticed the door was slightly ajar and voices were coming from the inner office.
Peering into the inner office, she saw Ralph Plank, the V.P. standing in front of his desk, leaning against it, his arms folded in front of him. He was a short, grey-haired man, and his suit matched the color of his hair. Marilyn was standing in front of him, a little to the side so that Lazara was able to see what was going on.
"It was not the pilot's fault," Marilyn insisted. "You know Daryn Purcell by now. He's the most capable pilot this airline has. Your giving him this run at the present time is really uncalled for. The man works hard, he's sober, industrious, and just because he's black is not a reason for you or anyone else to pick on him. There was probably an oil slick on the runway."
"Then you're willing to assure me there was no hanky panky going on at the time?" Plank asked.
"Hanky panky? What do you mean?" Marilyn was looking up at him with her wide eyes, a slight tinge of color creeping into her cheeks.
"Were you sucking that man's cock?" Ralph asked, and Lazara, still standing outside the door, was taken completely aback.
"Are you serious?" Marilyn asked, staring with incredulity at him. "When I'm on a plane I work. I certainly wouldn't do something like that at a critical time, like when the plane is landing."
"We used to have a stew here who got her kicks from doing things like that," Ralph insisted. "And you have a reputation for giving the best head around."
"Let me hasten to assure you I was nowhere near the cockpit at that time," Marilyn insisted. "In fact, none of the girls were. The only way that skid could have been caused would be by a slick spot on the runway, and you'll have to admit Daryn handled the plane beautifully, pulling out of it, correcting his direction, and doing it so well that most of the passengers were unaware anything was wrong,"
She straightened her shoulders, aware the vice president was locking his eyes on her breasts.
"Where were you at the time?" Ralph asked.
Marilyn looked worried for the first time. As the senior stewardess on Trans-Universal Airlines she had no intention of allowing herself to lose her enviable position.
"What kind of question is that?" Marilyn asked. "I was in my seat, strapped down, like all the other girls. In fact, I was just about to remove my safety belt when we went into the skid."
"I suppose someone saw you?"
"Three other stews saw me," Marilyn insisted. "I was nowhere near Daryn and Alvarez at the time of landing."
Ralph Plank was still looking at her seriously, and as Lazara watched, completely entranced, Marilyn reached down with one hand placing it flatly on the bulge of the man's fly.
"Please Ralph," she said to him, "you have to believe me." Her fingers tightened around his penis and it grew almost immediately as she squeezed. "I'm telling the truth."
Ralph's eyes suddenly softened as Marilyn knelt in front of him. He stared down into her lovely face with its wide-set eyes, and pouting, sensual mouth. Her cupid's bow lip was moist and separated from the lower lip to reveal beautiful white teeth as she flashed the seductive smile only she seemed to know how to turn on.
"I believe you," Ralph Plank nodded, and another shiver swept through him as she squeezed his throbbing penis even harder. A second thrill burst through him as she tugged open his zipper, pulling it down very, very slowly as he remained leaning against the desk. A shuddering heat wave of lust burst through his swollen testicles.
"I was always under the impression you and I had a lot in common," Marilyn said, softly, as she edged her fingers under the bottom of his shirt into the top of his undershorts. Her eyes glittered ferally as if hungry to see his throbbing penis.
Lazara stared, awed by the scene. Sex was something totally unreal to her. She had always imagined people performing it by flitting quickly together like birds. It never occurred to her they might actually touch or hold or fondle one another, nor did she realize how real it all was. She watched, completely entranced, unable to move.
"We do have a lot in common," Ralph agreed as he looked into the loosely opened top of her gold uniform, straight down to her bra-less breasts as she bent forward. The nipples were taut little fingers straining to be touched. He studied them longingly, another blast of flaring heat bursting through his swollen testicles as her cool, soft fingers continued clasping his exposed penis, making it shiver with lust.
Marilyn rubbed the stiff column once or twice, then, very slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, she slowly, deliberately released it and concentrated more on his clothing. Undoing his belt, she carefully dropped his expensive suitpants, her fingers moving to the top of his shorts, her long, sensuous nails touching the man's bare flesh, scraping it and making him shudder a little until she at last pried the elastic down past his hips. Only then did her eyes widen, revealing the excitement that was insanely coursing through her throbbing arteries. "Lord!" she whispered, her hands once more clutching the purple-domed shaft. "You have to have one of the all-time beautiful cocks. This is really something."
A tremulous spasm shot through Ralph Plank. The woman caught at his dangling testicles, yanking on them, shutting her closed hand around them before pushing them back. His upthrust phallus now hovered less than an inch from her face. Ralph stifled a choking sound as the head stewardess used one hand to caress and fondle the stolid poker. It was vibratingly pulsing, the lavender tip shimmering with the oily seepage he was leaking.
Marilyn pushed a little harder on the clump that was his balls, dreamily murmuring, "This was my first important cock, and the one I still relish and cherish the most." She spoke in a soft, dreamy voice, her eyes wide and veiled with mounting lust.
Ralph was having more than a little difficulty controlling himself. The way this woman's fingers tauntingly teased and thrilled the entire length of his penis, together with the firm hold her other hand had on his swollen balls, was driving him to the brink of insanity.
"You were the first woman to ever suck it," he gasped, spreading his thighs to give her more room. Without thinking, he reached down to unbutton the top of her gold uniform.
"Easy, Ralph-darling," the woman whispered. "I know you're aching to see them."
Lazara noticed Marilyn was staring at the head of Ralph's cock as if hypnotized by the sightless eye in the middle. A tiny blob of seminal oil had formed, and the head stewardess stared with hunger, running her tongue wetly across her lips. Ralph finally got the top of her uniform open, his hands grabbing at the fully ripened swells that were her breasts. "Lord!" he gasped as his fingers sank solidly into the rounded firmness of her mammarial flesh, then moved to the stabbing nipples which had since become fully stiffened and erect, as if waiting to be orally caressed.
"When was the last time this lovely cock was sucked?" Marilyn asked.
Lazara felt excited. She had always been led to believe something like this was totally depraved, yet here was one woman she admired more than anxious to do it to an important company executive who obviously didn't consider it such a depravity. She noticed the way the head stewardess continually caressed and fondled the man's penis and testicles, with loving care, and it occurred to Lazara that Marilyn wasn't merely doing this because she had to. She actually liked it. She was doing what she wanted to do. The ways of the world she had to learn might be depraved in the eyes of her own family, but the rest of the world seemed to love it. The way Marilyn stared at, and caressed, his throbbing penis always aroused and excited Ralph. The way her eyes suddenly took on a dreamy quality as she studied the swollen organ built the arousal that much higher in him.
"YOU WERE . . . HUUUNNHHH . . . THE LAST ONE TO . . . UHHHH . . . SUCK IT!" he gasped, reaching down, pulling on her pebbly nipples, twisting them until she ought to have been screaming in pain. Marilyn never even noticed.
Looking up, she stared at Ralph's face, and said, "That long ago?"
Ralph nodded his head.
"None of the other girls here are willing to suck it?"
"None of the other girls here even go to bed with me," he gasped, shaking his head as beads of perspiration broke out all over his high forehead.
"Well, why didn't you call me?" Marilyn asked, her eyes riveted to the globule of oily lubrication, a yearning for it filling her throat. Her face moved closer and her nostrils quivered at the first musky scent of his throbbing penis, and she was once more filled with overwhelming desire. Before Ralph was able to do or say anything, her pink tongue suddenly darted out like that of an asp, catching the tight knot on the underside of Ralph's pulsating cock.
Ralph gasped, uttering a cry of total, utter pleasure. He fondled the woman's small but rounded breasts, bunching them tightly together, kneading them with his fingers. He shut his eyes, waiting for the return of Marilyn's tongue.
This time the tongue lingered, licking gently, delicately, at the man's pulsating length of cock. With her fingers she forced it into an up position so that the enormous bulb looked like an onion on top of a celery stalk. Her wet, flat tongue licked up, then slurped down, taking its time, wetting the upthrust length of penis as far as her fingers would permit. Once again she licked her way up, her eyes settling on the throbbing, pulsating head to watch first one and then another oily droplet of his sex seepage exude itself from what looked like a winking eye.
Ralph tugged on her breasts, trying to yank the head stewardess to her feet. Her nipples were firm bullets by now, and her flesh was unbelievably warm and as smooth as satin.
"Not here, not now," Marilyn whispered to him, and continued using her tongue to lick all over his penis as the hand she had gripping his testicles felt the first glimmer of a nerve-wracked spasm that would blossom into an orgasm. "You're too much on edge," she told him. "If you tried fucking me now, you'd cum before you were all the way inside me. Let me take the edge off, then this evening stop by at my apartment and we can do it correctly."
Marilyn began licking faster, and was rewarded with a heavier quantity of oily seepage. It fell, cascading down over the rim of Ralph Plank's penis where she was able to snap it avidly between her pursed lips.
Ralph, unable to stand the tension, released her breasts and gripped her hair with his hands, grasping little clumps as the shuddering rage in his swelling balls mounted higher and higher to the limit of his endurance. A second later he was staring with glazed eyes, fascinated as Marilyn moved her face directly over his straining penis, and he gave his first gasping cry as her heatedly moist mouth tantalizingly closed around his throbbing instrument, her tongue starting to methodically lash the underside in a rhythm he had come to know and love.
He gripped her short brown hair more tightly, tugging on it as one would on the reins of a horse, yanking her face closer to his aching groin. The swollen head of his penis was now halfway into her mouth and she was washing it again and again with her lips and tongue. Her forehead was now resting against the hairs of his pelvic mound and she moved her other hand, still clinging to and squeezing his testicles with both hands now, in a rhythmic milking action. Her eyes were tightly closed and she stifled an urge to take the full length of his pulsing rod all the way into her mouth She began a gentle to-and-fro motion, instead. Her warm, womanly lips caressed the coronal rim of his glans, popping it in and out, in and out, making Ralph jerk so much he almost lost control of himself.
The harder Ralph pulled and tugged on her hair, the more deliberate were her motions. Her lovely breasts hung down like ripe clusters of fruit, and he let go of her hair with one hand to reach under her shapely body and pull at the delightfully swollen mammary.
Marilyn moved a little lower now that he was arched. His weighty balls had swollen into a doughy clump that was a bloated, hairy mass. The tip of his cock was rhythmically throbbing and all set to unleash its load. She timed it carefully, his hand on her swollen breast almost driving her out of her mind. Marilyn was unable to understand why Ralph was so shy. He had the position, and he'd probably be able to get any stew he wanted, yet he had never been forward with one of them.
The only reason she was with him as often as she was, was her own initiative, and this was why she was head stewardess.
"HHHHHHUUUNNNGGGGHHHH . . . AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHGGGHHH!" Ralph gasped as Marilyn edged forward a little more to take the initial spurts of sperm into her hungry throat. Now she finally allowed the full length of his throbbing penis into her mouth, her lips tightly drawing along the length of it as it pushed against her throat.
Ralph startled her by thrusting his hips forward, and the dome of his spurting cock pushed into her esophagus, catching her by surprise, making her gag. She swallowed quickly, the thrilling taste of his semen spurring her on. She sucked strongly, clutching his testicles tightly in a vain attempt to delay the man's spurious shootings. For a moment it seemed to work and she sucked him again, ignoring his moans and groans along with the violent squeezings of her breast. A moment later she had fallen into a regular rhythm, her lovely cheeks deflating and swelling as the man's rigid penis slammed delightedly into her clinging gullet.
Ralph realized it was foolish to continue playing with her breasts, and he stood back, gripping her hair all the more tightly in the clutch of his closed fists. His head was flung way back and he was staring at the ceiling as his world finally, thrillingly, delightfully fell apart. He tried not to ram his cock too strenuously down her throat, but her mouth and tongue were already a well-oiled machine. His testicles were swollen to the bursting point, and his cock, which had been coming and then stopped by the pressure of her fingers, was strained beyond belief. He held off as long as possible, and then the explosion ripped them totally apart as his body gave up, turning into a writhing, wriggling, twisting series of shuddering spasms over which he had absolutely no control.
"YYYAAGGHHHAAARRGGHHUNGHH!" he gasped, choking as his saliva caught in his own throat.
Marilyn began gulping down the heavy cascade of steamy sperm, at the same time permitting her oral digit to rampantly lick along the underside of the man's throbbingly bursting penis. The sweet liquid motions of the battering ram in her mouth pushed against hidden nerve-endings in her gullet, and combined with the power of his spurts, set her off. Her own, "CHHHAAANNNAAARRRAAA UUUGGGHHH AA AW WWUUMMPHHH!" was lost in the loudness of Ralph Plank's echoing bellow.
Marilyn didn't know why, but this man's penis had the ability to make her cum when it was in her throat, which was something no other cock had ever done for her. She put it down to the fact that she felt reverential about Ralph Plank, perhaps because she knew he didn't flaunt his masculinity all over the place. She liked that. Maybe that was why his come tasted so delicious. She sucked hungrily at it, and afterward, took her time lapping at his balls and his cock until she made certain she had every last drop of it.
Lazara stared in amazement, not realizing Marilyn's emotional feelings for Ralph Plank. She assumed this was something all women did with all men, and that all of them enjoyed it equally.
"Come on," a voice whispered softly in her ear. "You don't want to be caught being a Peeping Thomasina."
Turning, she found herself facing Daryn Purcell. Nodding, she walked away with him. He had one arm firmly around her shoulder and he was smiling at her.
Once out of the outer office and back inside the terminal, Daryn said to her, "Sex is something you do, not something you watch, honey. If you want to learn what it's all about, don't go spying on everyone else. Just come to me."
"I don't think I'm ready for that, yet," Lazara told him.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twenty-two," she replied.
"Honey, you were probably ready ten years ago, but just didn't know it. Look, I'm not the kinda guy who forces himself on a chick. You'll be a lot safer with me than you will with someone else."
"Is this really what everyone at the airlines does?" Lazara asked as they stepped outside and he hailed a cab.
"At the airlines?" he asked. "Baby, this is what everyone everywhere does. It's the most natural thing in the world. Sooner or later it happens to all of us, unless you want to become a nun."
"I hear that even some nuns do it on the sly," Lazara said as they got into the cab.
"Like the song says, everybody does it. Come on, let's get something to eat, then I'll take you home, because you're all shaken up. Where d'you live?"
"With my folks in Roosevelt," she told him.
"On Long Island?"
Chapter Three
Lazara was unable to figure out how it happened, but after having supper with Daryn Purcell at a steakhouse, then going to a little intimate nightclub and having a few drinks with him, she found herself lying on a fancy blue and white sofa and realized she definitely was not in her own home.
"I know this sounds corny," she said, "but where am I?"
"Funny thing, but I live right nearby."
"Uhhuh."
Looking around, she realized she was definitely in a masculine apartment. The drapes hung closed around the window instead of being pulled back as they would be by either a woman or an interior decorator. There were oriental rugs all over the floor covering wooden boards, but no carpeting. The room had a large bookcase in it, and though she was unable to read the titles of the books from across the room, Lazara saw they were large books and not the kind a woman might normally read. The place was clean enough, and there were two large overstuffed chairs around a false fireplace.
Lazara's shoes were on the floor, and her feet were resting in the lap of Daryn Purcell, who was rubbing them softly, his fingers touching them with just the right amount of pressure to keep her from feeling tickled, yet not too strongly. She closed her eyes again, feeling totally, utterly, thoroughly relaxed for the first time since she had gotten aboard the airplane. It felt good being with a man, especially a man who seemingly gave a damn about her.
"You're in a man's apartment," Daryn said in a deep voice, smiling at her, and she smiled back. Then, normally, "I brought you here because you passed out in the cab before you were able to give me your home address."
Lazara felt the swirling brandy she had imbibed still burning in her stomach. She had no idea how tired she had been. It was good to lie down.
Daryn felt the girl relax as his fingers continued running over her arches gently, feeling the way her toes wriggled whenever he touched them as her breasts continually rose and fell under the gold of her uniform. They were a pair of fabulous mountains, too, nice and big considering her height. Sheesh! A man scaling them would definitely be classified as a champion mountain-climber. Even though her uniform was made of a thick, satiny material, and she had a brassiere on underneath, the uniform fit so snugly he was able to see how large her breasts were, delightfully swollen with the need for his hands, the nipples pressing forward to make their imprint known. She was twenty-two-years old and no man had ever touched her before. He saw the outlines of her piilarly thighs, where her uniform draped between them. Man! They were fabulous, so firm, so solid, and both of them coming together at what he thought of as the Promised Land. The dead-end of her crotch wasn't pressing quite as firmly against her skirt, but he almost imagined what it would look like. As far as he was concerned, her being covered up this way was an absolute and utter shame.
"Feeling better?" he asked, whispering as he reached out, grabbed one slender mahogany hand, turned it palm-up and carefully pressed his lips against it.
The wet, slithery feeling of Daryn's licking tongue on her pink palm caused a thrilling, shud-dery feeling to charge through Lazara's trembling body. It was the kind of sensation she had seen pass through Ralph Plank, and the minute it blasted through her she knew what it was ... arousal.
Signals started semaphoring her body as her mind let her know something was happening to her. Blood was pounding in her temples and she began to wonder just what it was Daryn Purcell had in mind. Still unable to move, she remained there on the sofa, wondering why he had chosen to caress her feet. Her eyes, which had been closed in total relaxation, suddenly snapped wide open, and there was the captain of her flight, his face less than six inches from hers, his breath fresh with the odor of after-dinner mints, hot and overpowering. "Captain Purcell ..." she gasped. "I'm not ready . . . I'm not ready ..."
Lazara was trembling as she realized her frightened features were firmly gripped by one of his hands while his other hand was circling her narrow waistline. Then he was leaning closer, closer, closer, and her mouth was suddenly trapped by his pressing lips in a slow, overpowering kiss that seemed to suck the breath right out of her lungs. His oral digit searched between her lips, plunging in violently, searching for her own unmoving oral organ. As the moving tongue probed with greater strength, Lazara found the lethargy slowly draining from her body and she tried pushing at his chest. This was one powerful man. He wasn't fat, nor was he heavy, but he was strong. She wanted tc tear her lips from his but found herself unable to do so. Her mind was spinning with all that was happening so suddenly. I have to get away, I have to get away! But no matter what she said to herself, his strong arms held her squirming body tightly to his, and he was arousing more of the hidden tremors in her shuddering body. What in the name of Almighty God am I doing alone in this man's apartment?
The pilot held the struggling young girl tightly, enjoying the way she fought him, writhing and pushing. Her delicately scented flesh filled his nostrils and he breathed deeply, enjoying one of the most thrilling human aromas he had ever known, made even more exciting by her quivering. He knew she was becoming aroused, even if it was against her will. Her mouth tasted sweet, a mixture of after-dinner mints and all the brandy she had swallowed. He hadn't believed how much of the stuff she had put away. Man alive! This was all woman! He had to have her.
The chief pilot clung steadfastly to the young woman, and when Lazara struggled, he tugged her all the more solidly against him. It had been a really long time since he'd found a woman who was actually fighting him off. All the other always gave in so easily. True, one or two put up a fake struggle, as if to let him know he had to earn the right to pump them, but this one . . . this one was actually fighting him. Not only that, she was fighting her inner instincts, because he knew deep down she wanted it, but she was scared because it was still something unknown to her. This was a situation he had to rectify immediately.
From the instant he had walked aboard the aircraft that morning and had spotted the new chocolate stewardess, Daryn Purcell knew he had to have her. Not that her color had anything to do with the prerequisite. He occasionally felt the same way about Caucasian women, as well as the two orientals he had recently enjoyed at the same time, but there was that special magnetism about this woman that told him his cock would remain restless until he had finally buried it in this woman. This was probably as close to a declaration of love as Daryn Purcell would ever come. He had talked to Marilyn, the head stew, about Lazara, and had learned the girl still had a load of hangups. Still, if the girl was going to continue as a stewardess, the one thing she would have to learn was not to be afraid of a cock. Who better to teach her than the one man who had popped more cherries than a soda jerk? Shee-itt! He knew she would put up some kind of a fight. She was a worthwhile cunt, and all the really worthwhile ones put up a fight in the beginning. She might even hate him for awhile, but she would get over it, because she would soon realize that having her hymen removed by his cock was a lot better than having it torn out of her by many of the future pricks that would eventually in- vade her. Daryn had no doubt that that cunt of hers would be plumbed more times than a kitchen sink.
Lazara trembled and whimpered a little as he reached out and caressed her throat. He felt the little artery within madly pumping, as if becoming more and more terrified of him. He allowed his fingers to lightly move along her uniform until they were over her full breasts. Each was so swollen that even his hand, capable of holding a basketball upside down, had difficulty in covering it. Each mammary had swelled and enlarged as her breathing had gotten heavier. The pap felt bloated and swollen, as if filled with maple syrup and in need of tapping. Well, hell, he'd use his lips to drain her.
Lazara was panting so strongly at this point that she felt her breasts quivering. Air slid from her nostrils like roaring wind as his hands glided over the mountainous terrain of her breasts again and again. She felt the nipples swelling and enlarging to unbelievable proportions. This had never happened to her before. The pressure of his open hand against her bosom was making each breastpoint turn into a black pellet. Tearing cords of cutting rapture began flashing through her, but the helpless woman was unable to recognize them for what they were, never having felt them before. She sighed in spite of herself and thought that if she stopped struggling, that if she became a wooden block, he might stop touching her.
Daryn continued kissing her mouth for awhile, then kissed the softness of her cheeks, and afterward kissed her eyelids, then her forehead. He leaned down and nibbled on her earlobe while his other hand swept across the fullness of her bloated mammaries. He stopped every now and again to rub between them.
Now his lips pressed themselves on the slender pillar of her trembling black throat. The man was now aware of the overpoweringly burning stiffness beginning to invade the expanding length of his twitching penis. The cock was growing very, very slowly, making him feel every little bit of the starch going into it, and this only made him that much more thrilled.
Lazara discovered her. breasts were enlarging even more beneath the gentle, practiced touch of Daryn's caressing hand, and she was abruptly very afraid. Her body was still reacting to his caresses and she wasn't used to it. The tiny, snubnosed little breakpoints felt as if they were squirming with delight like tiny lion cubs being caressed.
His fingers began wandering behind her, tugging off the jacket, then seeking the zipper to the uniform blouse. Hell! This was one uniform he had opened countless time on the bodies of countless other women. Sure enough, there was the zipper tab, and he swiftly pulled it down to her waist. Once it was down, he tugged it off her struggling shoulders as she realized that her lying still was definitely not going to stop this man from doing horrible things to her. He had the uniform off her arms in spite of her struggles, and he stared at the two beautiful coffee-colored mounds pushing at her light, skimpy brassiere. Now he was able to see the rich darkness of her nipples pushing against the net-bra's fabric, and he realized his mouth was watering. Sheesh! He had to have at least one of those coffee beans inside his mouth. His two arms reached around behind her, and his deft, practiced hands undid the snaps, and he tugged away the netting covering her heavy paps. Now her full, glorious breasts showed themselves to him in all their glory.
"What do you think you're doing?" she gasped, immediately criss-crossing her arms in front of her. "Captain Purcell, you're crazy! You just stop all this, right now!"
She tried getting up, but with a little shove of his hand he hurled her delicious-looking body back onto the sofa, then reached down and pulled her arms apart. At last he was able to look to his heart's content at the glory of her breasts. Bringing her wrists together, he gripped them with a single hand and then forced her arms over her head, making her full breasts stand out that much more. When she struggled and tried sitting up, he simply eaned on her a little and kept her down with his own weight. Slowly he moved his head lower, his free hand cradling her right breast while his hungering mouth finally found the nipple of the other. He was determined to suck the maple syrup that made her breasts swell, Lazara's stomach and thighs were trembling with fright, and she found herself gasping, completely unused to the thrills continuing to permeate her body.
"OHHHH . . . N-O-O-O-O-O ..." she wept. "DON'T ... OH DON'T ... I DON'T WANT THIS . . . THIS IS RAPE . . . COME ON . . . DON'T, CAPTAIN PURCELL ... I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HURT YOU ..." "Hurt?" he asked, picking his head up and looking at her, after letting her nipple slide from between his hungering lips. He looked at her as if she were crazy. He sure as hell wasn't hurting her ... at least not at the moment. "Are you crazy or something? I'm not hurting you and you know it. You like what you feel but you're too scared to admit it. Sheeitttt! You might as well, know right now, you're gonna be screwed up and down the entire country if you stay on being a stewardess. All I'm doing is letting you know what it feels like when it's done the right way. If some other man copped your cherry he wouldn't be nearly as gentle about it as this man's going to be. You don't impress me as one of those religious freaks."
"I'm not," she insisted. "It's just that I always wanted to save myself for someone really special.'
"Well you don't have to save anymore, honey
It's time to do some spending. There's no one more special than me. I've got the living credentials to prove it. Just ask about any hostess on the airline. What's more, not a one of them went away unsatisfied. So why don't you stop acting like a dumb cunt and start enjoying what we're doing?"
"Who the heck are you to start tooting your own horn and telling me how great you are. When the time comes, I'd like to be the one to select the man who does the job."
"I told you, honey. When you work for an airline, any airline, you're gonna be laid so many times you'll start to feel like an egg. What's more, it'll be your own choice after awhile. It won't be by guys like me, either. You'll run into fat, bloated passengers who'll offer you fur coats and all kinds of jewelry. They'll be able to afford it, too, and even if you say no in the beginning, the idea of putting enough diamonds into a safe deposit box to see you through a happy retirement'll make you change your mind. Every stewardess I know has more money set aside than she'll ever need because she let the right passengers use her cunt. It's the way of the world, honey. Get used to it. All I'm doing is making sure your first time is a fun time. After tonight, if you want my body, you'll have to come to me and ask real nice."
"The heck I will," she snapped as his mouth moved down and clamped itself on her left breast again, sucking on the delicious little nubbin as if it were yielding licorice.
Pulling a hand free by pressing against his thumb, she slapped his face. When that had no effect, she began punching him, but it was no use. His mouth clung to her nipple as if draining milk from it. Her body leaped up and down on the sofa, her heels kicking the far bolster, and still his mouth continued pulling at her teat.
Daryn, impatient with her struggles, pushed her hand away, his mouth continuing to strongly suck, tasting the deliciousness of her and admitting to himself he'd latched onto one prize, all right. He intended enjoying this one to the fullest. As far as he was concerned, all women were born to be fucked, and it was a real waste when one of them wanted to "save herself" for the right man. The more one fucked a member of the opposite sex, the more experience one garnered. He knew that if and when he ever did settle down, he'd want to make sure that his wife knew how to use that cunt of hers better than any other woman around.
Unable to beat at Daryn with any kind of effect, Lazara gripped his hair with the idea of pulling his head away from her breasts. Instead, she discovered she was pressing on his head, holding his face all the closer against her dusky flesh.
The tasty, honeyed flavor of the woman's body filled Daryn's hungering mouth as he used his two hands io squeeze her swollen breasts, pushing them up the better for his mouth to enjoy them. He sens- ed the way her fleshy globes quivered with ecstasy beneath the constant pressing of his fingers. Pulling strongly on the nipple, he almost felt the sweetness coming from her breast and moving through his body. Now he moved his tongue to the other licorice nub and began chewing on it, biting it with just enough pressure to send fire through the woman.
"OHHHH, AGGGHHH!" the dusky woman gasped. "OHHHHH IS THIS EVER SOMETHING TERRIFIC!" she let slip out, and her hands clung all the more firmly to his head, pressing it that much more solidly against her heaving bosom until each inhalation brought him the rich scent of her aroused flesh. Daryn pulled strongly on her nipple with his lips, imagining himself drinking a magic fluid from the tip, and this was causing lava to flow uncontrollably through him. A furnace of desire welled up in his aching stomach, moving into his groin, becoming a roaring vat of lasciviousness that made his pulsating penis longer, stronger, and ready to blast away.
Lazara was ablaze with passionate desire for the first time in her young life, and though she was frightened about this new, different sensation coursing through her, for the moment she knew she had no choice but to accept it. She was certain that her flesh, from her skull to the soles of her feet, had living flame inside, she felt so tremendously overheated. She no longer thought about how she had come to find herself in Daryn's apartment, nor did she think about the whys or wherefores, knowing only one thing at this moment: either she found the strength and courage to really escape from this man, or her virginity was about to become a thing of the past.
"Come on," she pleaded, vainly, panting heavily, once more trying to put him off. "You know damn well you're getting me all het up and that I normally wouldn't let any man do something like this to me."
Daryn Purcell smiled and yanked her uniform down over her hips and off, tossing it aside. He threw her brassiere off to the side, as well. Then he yanked the young woman to her feet and she realized she was naked from the waist up, with only her panties and pantyhose covering the lower half of her. Now that he was no longer kissing her and she no longer felt passionate heat burning through her body, she began feeling a chill. She shivered, once more folding her arms over the mounds of her breasts, pressing the twin paps together.
Daryn was standing in front of her, and he smiled at her, saying, "Come on, girl, you're not an infant. You know you want me to make love to you. Now come on over here and let's you and I do this thing the right way, huh?" Without understanding why she was doing as the man wanted, Lazara walked up to him and moved into the strong circle of his arms as he held her tightly. He lowered his head and began once more licking at her nipples, then pushed his face between the lovely mounds and said, 'This may not only be the first time, honey, but it might be the best time. I'm gonna teach you what it's like to be loved by a guy who really cares for you."
Lazara quivered, feeling ready to totter, but Daryn's strong arms held her close. He yanked down her pantyhose next, kneeling to pull them off without tearing anything, his hands caressing her thighs, calves, and ankles. Then he slipped her white bikini briefs down and off and got to his feet. She was standing on the small mound of clothing he had laid at her feet as he admired her body.
For the first time in her life Lazara was naked in front of a man. The sensation of a strange man's eyes running over her body ought to have terrified her, but it didn't. On the contrary, she loved it, whether it was right or wrong, because the look in his hungering eyes made her feel like she was some kind of goddess and he was there to worship her. She felt thrilled, proud, pleased, exultant, and gloried in her nakedness, tugging her curved shoulders back, thrusting her full breasts forward, her waist and hips forming roller coaster curves. The matted black jungle on her pelvis was lush, and even if her thighs hadn't been together, her secret lips would have been hidden by the heavy growth.
Daryn looked at the woman for what seemed to be forever, saying nothing, yet saying everything, his mouth not opening, his eyes not so much as blinking as they wandered up and down over the perfection that was her body. Finally, he swallowed and said, "Girl, I have to fuck that lovely body of yours. I don't know if you can understand why it's so important, but believe me, if I don't, we'll both end up crazily frustrated tonight."
"I-I just d-don't know," she said, shaking her head, "I mean, well . . . I've never done it before, and to be honest, I'm so scared."
"With me you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm not gonna kid you and tell you it's all roses the first time. For some reason I'll never be able to figure out, when women were put together, an extra membrane was put inside them, and in order for you to be properly fucked, that membrane has to be broken."
"It'llhurt," Lazar a whimpered. "Only the first time," he told her. "And only a little. Get the first time over with and afterward it'll be roses all the way. Also, it'll be a lot less painful if you help me."
Lazar a continued quaking, sobbing softly and insisting she was afraid as the tall, dark man undressed in front of her. He took a long time taking everything off, wanting her to get used to looking at his naked body a little at a time. Finally, he stood as naked as she, his stomach flat and hard'against his body. Muscles rippled all over him, and there a light sheen of perspiration on him, making him glisten. What astounded her was the length and breadth of his penis. Coming from a large family, Lazara had seen penises, even that of her father when he was up early in the morning heading for the bathroom. But her father had a small penis and so had all her brothers. The cock at which she now stared was the longest, blackest, thickest penis she had ever seen in her life, and it made her terrified to think he intended ramming such a pole inside her.
Stepping up to her while she was still shuddering with fright, he took her face between his hands and kissed her mouth very, very gently, as if afraid that a hard kiss might once again make her struggle and resist. Lazara found her eyes filling with tears as she inwardly prayed for some kind of strength to fight this man off. Her knees felt weak and trembling, and at that point she would have simply melted to the floor had he not caught her and picked her up in his strong, muscular arms. Once again she had this strange feeling of being worshipped and admired. She almost ached for him to make love to her deep inside, curious to know if it was anything like the way her friends used to describe it when she was in high school and all of them were pairing off with certain boys. She let her head fall against his shoulder, and she tightly shut her eyes.
Lazara might not have been short, but to a man like Daryn she was very light. He hoisted her easily, carrying her back to the couch, his rigid phallus pointing the way for the rest of him as he carried her. Looking down at her, Daryn had to admit a woman like this really made fucking worthwhile.
Her short black hair fell back under her head when he set her down, forming a perfect frame for the rest of her, making her lovely face stand out that much more. He stopped to caress her forehead for a moment, then sat on the edge of the cushions. She looked up at him with fear filling her eyes, still wondering in the back of her mind if there was any way out of this. The unknown was something she truly dreaded. He smiled down at her, then bent his face and kissed the soft corners of her mouth, and against her will Lazara realized she was once again embracing the man. She wondered if she really wanted to resist him after all. Her mind was in a turmoil, confused as to whether or not she was willing to brave the unknown.
His lips kissed their way down her curvy body, touching the restraining Unes caused by the tightness of her brassiere, moving from her brown shoulders to her almost-black nipples, then down to her belly where he kissed the line formed by her elastic pantyband, as well as the band of her pantyhose. His lips moved to her thighs, then kissed each knee in turn, and he kissed all the way down to her toes and back again. Then he lay against her, pressing her lush form so tightly to his, she thrilled to the flaming heat of him bursting through the entire length of her slender form.
Lazara realized she was trembling and sighing, feeling her body aroused arid coming to life as it had never done before. She shut her eyes again and felt Daryn's heavy breathing, and wondered why this was the only way for her to feel such thrilling sensations. Heat like this had never existed in her prior to tonight. What magic did this man possess to bring it out of her? He had told her there would be pain, and she knew he wouldn't lie, but so far there had been none. It made her shiver to realize she had absolutely no control over herself and her inner being. It seemed to her as if she were a person apart from herself, carefully observing everything happening to the husk that was her physical being while totally unable to stop it. Ohhhhhhh . . . she felt just about everything, all of it . . . his devastatingly tender, burning ... albeit hungry ... lips, the sharpness of his front teeth, his deep chocolate eyes drilling puncturing holes into her, burning her with as much intensity as his hands. Those talented hands moved over her trembling torso like thrilling tidal waves, and she "elt herself ready to drown in the delirious ecstasy of superbly fabulous passion. His heated mouth . . . mother of mercy ... it was so hot . . . burning her every time it touched her flesh, yet she was unable to live those brief moments he chose to yank his kissing mouth away, thrilling when he returned his lips to yet another part of her.
"HUU-UUUNNNHHH!" she gasped.
"OOOHHHHH!" he gasped, looking at her. "You are just about the most sensuous female I have ever come across. Beats me why you've been holding back so long." His heavy lips were pressing against her burning ear as he clutched the shapely slimness of her writhing torso so closely to him, Lazara found it impossible to take a breath. His thick tongue slurped into the tiny, sensitive depths of her shuddering ear, wetting it down, then withdrawing and permitting his heated breath to dry it.
"HUUUNNNNHHHHH ...AAAAANN-NNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH . . ." she sighed. "DON'T . . . DON'T DO IT . . . I'M AFRAID."
"Everyone's afraid the first time," he whispered. "Even I was afraid the first time. It has to be experienced for you to stop being afraid. You were made to be fucked! You were made for pleasure . . . not just a man's pleasure, but your own pleasure. But as the songs says, it takes two to tango, honey, and a man is the only one who can give you the supreme pleasure you deserve, just like you're needed to give a man pleasure ... in this case, this man ... me! Sweet girl, I'm gonna teach you just what it means for you to feel pleasure. I'm gonna fuck you so solidly, my cock will fill you from the top of your head all the way down to the bottom of your pretty cunt. You're gonna find out just how good it all can be, and in later years, when y'finally do get married and settle down and a daughter or a granddaughter asks you about the first time, you'll think about me all over again."
His teeth sank into her soft earlobe and began chewing, and the tiny stinging sensation became another overwhelming swallowing of delightful thrills curling wispily through her shuddering body like lines of uncontrolled smoke. Then his lips pressed themselves against the tender insides of her upper arms, first the right, then the left, kissing her there gently before returning to her ear, stabbing his tongue into it the way he intended punching his penis into her vagina in a few moments.
"GGGAAANNNGGGHHH!" the burning . woman gasped, her voice a long, soft echo of itself, and then she turned her face to his and her mouth clung to his, allowing herself the unutterable thrill of enjoying his savage tongue as it entered the render cavern that was her mouth.
The burning core of her sucking mouth shuddered and jumped as she gasped, "MMM-NNNUUUHHHMMM!!!"
Daryn plunged his tongue deeper and thrilled to the way she responded. She was chewing on his Ungual lance, accepting it. Good!
Her mouth was on fire with desire and she :ed on his tongue as she had seen Marilyn sucking on Ralph Plank's penis, and found the sensa- tion strangely pleasurable. She wondered, when the time came for her to do what Marilyn did . . . and she accepted that such a time was probably not that far away . . . would she attack a penis with her mouth so lustily as she was now attacking the tongue?
Daryn licked deeper and deeper, enjoying the sweetness of her oral cavern, knowing this was only a preview of what it would be like if and when he finally licked into the blazing hollow between her thighs. First and foremost, he had to fuck that hymen out of her. He had sworn to do that, and he always kept his promises, especially when they were so wonderful to keep. He was intent on pounding into her quickly, breaking the cursed membrane, then letting his cock soak for awhile until she became accustomed to it, after which the fucking would be slow and languorous. But Daryn knew he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. He was already near the bursting point, and he had hardly begun with this luscious feminine charmer. He wondered if he'd be able to hold his seed back long enough to give her the orgasm she would need to make her realize this was all worthwhile. Every time she looked at him with those spaniel eyes of hers he felt another spasm of lust shoot through him. She was a virgin, in need of proper instruction, and he had a feeling if he managed to do this correctly that she would turn into a blazing woman of hungering desire, and there would be no stopping her.
Shee-ittt! She was one beautiful female. Those full, bloated, lusciously gorgeous breasts of hers were far more sensitive than those of all the other women he had known, Marilyn Clayborne included. Until now, Marilyn had been the most arousing, sensual cunt he had ever fucked. He discovered that when his palm hovered over her nipples without even touching them, they hardened into extended little buds, reaching out to be felt. He was very much aware of what such a thing did to the pink funnel hidden under the lush jungle of black curls on her succulent mound.
Lazara wriggled and squirmed as one of his large hands once more slid along the entire length of her dusky silken thigh, carefully smoothing its way across the smooth roundness of her jutting hip, then ran across the flat and thrilled tightness of her womanly tummy, and then down to the feathered crease hidden in the lush forest, then further.
To the young virgin this was all so overpowering-ly incredible. She was learning that she was not only wet between her legs, but that a veritable pool of juices existed in there. She was drenched. The dripping oils were flowing out of her like a river overflowing an embankment, the lubrication coating her thighs as well as the man's hand as he continued rubbing her loins. Lazara didn't know what was wrong with her, but she knew she would not be able to stop what was about to happen to her. She was as good as lost. Lazara trembled, unable to fathom the feelings invading her body. The blast furnace hidden behind her delicately formed vaginal labia throbbed, knowing a penis was about to pierce the tissue stretched from one inner wall to the other. She was very much aware of the throbbingly stiff length of heated muscle mashed solidly between their pressing bodies.
Daryn fully intended burying every last inch of his throbbing cock into the farthest depths of her crushing vaginal chalice. He'd fuck her backwards, forwards and upside down until she realized once and for all what her cunt was meant for. The shuddering pole that was his heated prick would sink deeper and deeper into her burning femininity surrounded by the smoothly wet depths of her silken walls, making the woman scream with lust and desire. Like all women, she would eventually come looking for him.
"Lazara," he whispered, his distended nostrils swelling and quivering against the pillarly slenderness of her ebony throat. "That's a beautiful name, a different name. It's a lovely name and belongs to a lovely woman."
Lazara realized her thighs were starting to open against her will, making way for the hand gently moving between them. He very gently rubbed his middle finger up and down between her inner lips, making the virgin gasp with utter delight. Yes, she liked it, all right.
He remembered how childlike, how totally inno-cent she had looked that first time she had walked into the cockpit, bringing in the coffee. She had looked like a little girl wearing a woman's uniform. Her virginity was written all over her. It was time to destroy the girl and bring out the woman, and there was no one better qualified than himself to do it. Although the young lady didn't realize it, she was in dire need of Dr. Purcell's magic treatment. She was a lot better off being treated by him than by some rough, uncaring son of a bitch who was interested solely in himself. Daryn had to make her understand it was a tough world in more ways than one. From what she had told him, growing up in her section of Roosevelt had been no picnic, but it was still mild compared to the uncaring roughness of the world waiting for her. Sometimes he wondered why he didn't charge for this kind of service. Not every woman in the world ended up with a good, solid, cunt-filling, sensational screwing.
"OOOOOH . . . GOOD L-O-O-O-O-RRRDDDUHHH!" she gasped, panting heavily, for the present permitting the handsome airline captain to have his way with her while she regained her courage for a final attempt to resist him. Her inner self felt as if it were bobbing up and down on the deliciously rough waters of continually mounting pleasure. She felt herself floating, then getting ready to sink, bobbing with the wet tide that washed over her and into her.
"Dear great Lord!" he shuddered, enjoying her loveliness all the more as he moved his body over hers, causing the lovely woman to lie flat on her back.
Inwardly, Lazara felt more than the pilot's physical weight. She sensed much of his hidden strength communicating itself to her, and inwardly she ached to hug him and clasp him tightly to her, making him a permanent part of her . . . clinging nakedly to him.
She squirmed and panted, feeling his knees pushing her thighs farther and farther apart as she sensed the heavily throbbing cock, lengthy and swollen against the softness of her sensitive belly, pushing into her like a blunted blade. She was going to let him do it! She knew it was wrong, but she was going to let him do it.
Lazara felt her body crying out for the pulsating penis to fill her tenderly bubbling vaginal cup. Though she didn't understand why, she needed to be filled with the full length of it. She was aware for the first time of the great emptiness within.
Lord! Lord! Lord! she really needed to understand why she wanted something to happen to her that had never happened before. Involuntarily she arched her hody, lifting it, pushing her accordioned pubis up to meet him.
Abruptly, Daryn lifted himself on stiff arms and looked down at her lovely face. The look on his face was that of a man totally in love with lust, and he felt this aching physical need to be gratified with her body. It was the first time Lazara had seen such a blatantly naked look.
"Hey, honey," he panted to her, lasciviousness Baking his voice husky. "I want you to look down at my cock. Take a really good look at it and realize it's not something to be afraid of. It's part of me, and without my willing it to do anything, it can't do a thing. Right now I'm going to push it into you, and if you feel like it's cutting you in two, just remember, it isn't. All it's really doing is widening that tight iittle tunnel of yours, opening it ap so the both of us can really enjoy one another."
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked.
"When I rubbed your vaginal opening with my finger, I tried pushing it into you, and I realized you're tight, really tight. So it has to be a little uncomfortable the first time I go into you, just long enough for you to widen and open up. Baby, once the old cock is finally ail the way in, I'll be able to pump it in and out and you'll first start to understand just how good something like this can feel. Fm going to fuck you until you have a freaky ffimax that'll make you feeliike your arms and legs iare falling off. You're gonna love it!"
When she looked down at the ebony penis a great sheet of horror swept over the terrified young an. The massive instrument at which she stared, with its bloated charcoal tip and long black rtank of solid dark flesh, reminded her of the white penis with the purple cap attached to Ralph Plank. She remembered how much Marilyn Clayborne had to distort and widen her lips in order to fit the penis into her mouth, and she realized her own body was about to be wickedly distorted the same way. This shaft at which she was staring was even longer and thicker than the one attached to Ralph Plank. It hovered, wavering from side to side like a huge camera boom, and the idea of being filled with such massivity terrified her.
"PLEASE ..." she whimpered, shuddering.
"DARYN . . . CAPTAIN PURCELL ... NO ... NO ... I'M AFRAID . . ."
"You need a good, solid cock," he told her, "and a good solid cock is what you're gonna get. It's time for you to realize the world is controlled by the best cock and the best cunt. Right now I'm the dominant one because I have a practiced cock. One day, if you learn how to use that cunt of yours, you'll rule the whole goddamned airline. The guy you saw today, Plank, is mild compared to the president and chairman of the board. You ever score with those guys, you won't have to be a stew. They'll make you a stockholder." "I'm so scared ..." she gasped. "It's too late, now," he told her. "We're already in position, and my cock's so brittle with solidity that if I don't push it into you, it'll break right off."
Now the black woman was shrinking with disgust and terror, a maddening panic tearing at the very center of her vitals. Finally, at last, she was awakened from the evil spell under which she had fallen as it overpowered her trembling mind with fear rather than want.
"OH DEAR LORD!" she screamed with a gut-turally terrified voice. "LET GO OF ME, LET GO OF ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
To think the temple of her trembling body, kept pure and virginal all these years, was now about to be ripped open like a tin can. This was like a horrible dream.
"Lie back!" Daryn ordered aloud. "In time to come you're gonna thank me for doing this to you. Shit, woman! You need more than a handful of kisses. You gotta be really fucked. You gotta know what it's like to be filled with a cock and to eventually dominate my cock and all other cocks with that cunt of yours. I'm gonna teach you the difference between simple screwing and solid fucking!"
"No!" she shrieked, struggling against him, her hands trying to reach out and scratch his face as she attempted to dig her long nails into his dark flesh. She was so disturbed by what he had said that she ached to cut his tongue out of his mouth for having the nerve to utter such vile obscenities to her. A burning, flaring hatred filled her, overwhelming her as she struggled like a she-bear. The two of them were squirming and wriggling all over the sofa, but he was always the one who remained on top, pressing down on her with his weighty body. This man had to be totally crazy, and Lazara believed she had to have been out of her mind to so much as consider permitting him such horrible indecencies. She had no idea how she had permitted things to get so far out of hand. She was as human as the next woman, but there were still things like decency and self-respect, and she discovered she was quickly losing all of them. Perhaps she would end up like all the other girls, sleeping around all the time. But she wanted the right to choose her own lover. It was one thing to put up with a man pawing and groping her ebony torso, but it was something else entirely to permit the man to invade her body with that big black stylus between his thighs. She knew damn well that she might run the risk of pregnancy, and worse, that it would hurt like all hell, a lot more than he had hinted. Her inner self was a sacred temple, and she'd be damned if she'd allow the pagan being of his penis to simply invade her.
Lord! All men were the same. They wanted to use her, and then walked out when the bloom was off the rose and they were no longer interested. She had to get out of this somehow.
Daryn pinned her writhing form to the sofa, still pushing his body solidly against hers, and with his knees kept her legs forced wide apart. As far as he was concerned, she had been making excuses long enough. She wanted a cock, all right, but she was too square to admit it. Damn it all to hell! If he had to rape her to teach her how much fucking meant to her, that was precisely what he would do. Before all this was finished, the girl would discover for herself just how important a good cock was to her.
Perspiration glistened on her dark forehead as Lazara openly cried out loud, her face contorted with inner pain, realizing there would be no respite, and all her struggles were useless. The cascade of tears pouring from her swollen eyes ran down the sides of her face into her dark hair. The blistering flashes of terror in her eyes were lights of total animal fright as the bulbous head of the man's throbbingly massive phallus rubbed itself against the pink division between her labia.
Daryn Purcell was gasping with overpowering arousal. There was something really special about this woman that made her different from all the others he had fucked. He knew it had nothing to do with her color or her pretty face. It was her, the woman, the being that fascinated him. The moment he had walked aboard the aircraft early that morning and he had seen her, he had known he wouldn't be content until he had fucked her. Fuck? No, that wouldn't be enough. It was one thing to fuck a woman, and he had fucked his share. He wanted to give this woman some of the inner passion burning in him, aching to transmit part of his throbbing desires into her quivering body, making her understand, once and for all, that this was more than a mere animal coupling. Shee-itt! He knew better than to think himself in love. When he had been younger and making it with all the chicks, he had fancied himself loving every one of them at the time. Now he knew better. Still, there was something definitely extra-special about this woman. He felt the urge for her seething through his shuddering body, and knew for a fact that though she struggled and fought, she wanted him, deep down. But then, all women wanted him. He was irresistible. In fact he had been termed The Great Black Hope of the love world.
He was going to make this chocolate-fleshed woman love him just as he had made all the others fall madly for him. Heated, simmering sperm was bubbling in his testicles, waiting to pour through the throbbing length that was his penis. He had to fill that tight pussy of hers with every last bit of his aching cock, and he had to do it in a hurry, or he'd be washing her flesh with his scalding spunk.
Lazara whipped her head from side to side, and one time tried sinking her teeth into his right hand as it pinned her shoulder to the sofa. He let her teeth sink into the softness between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand gripped the bolster of the sofa to give him better leverage. From years of experience he knew the tip of his penis was aimed correctly, and even though she was one tight virgin, one good push would start him on his way.
Taking a deep breath, he lunged forward, driving his throbbingly stiff cock a quarter of the way into the tightness of her narrow feminine funnel. It felt as if he was sliding into softening butter. Her vaginal membrane was there, all right, but he refused to let it stop what he was doing. The girl was beginning to feel pain. He saw this from the mask of agony distorting her features. Before she was able to understand that he was actually inside her, he pushed again, this time ripping through the membrane barricade while pushing hard, pushing, pushing, pushing, slowly, sinking every last little bit of his thickly monstrous masculine pike into the slurping tightness of her wetly bubbling chamber. The throbbing walls of inner mucous membrane surrounded and gripped the full length of his quivering penis. She was gripping it as strongly as any steel vise, still the very smoothness and tenderness of her womanly insides made him pulsate with thrilling rapture.
She was gasping hoarsely, and had her voice not been so tapped out, it would have been screeching as she continued to violently wriggle, helplessly gaffed like a trapped sailfish. She thought she was dead.
Daryn lay there, panting, out of breath for the moment, remaining perfectly stili. The one thought continually running through his mind was that he was in ... all the way in, and he had her locked to him whether she liked it or not at the moment. His kissing lips pressed against hers and his seeking tongue lanced its way as far into her mouth as it was able to do, blocking further sound. She lay there, helplessly pinned under his crushing weight with her mouth clogged. All she was able to do was moan. Yes, the full length of his pulsating organ was totally buried in the heatedly bubbling cauldron that was her feminine cock-press, just as he was sucking the entire length of her tongue into his mouth, trapping it. Her arms were encircled by one of his, unable to move, and her loins were wedged far apart. She was his helpless prisoner for as long as it pleased him. Yes, he had her right where he wanted her, and'he intended enjoying her to the utmost. Shee-itt! She was sodden and dripping inside, a veritable cauldron of bubbling oils and liquid. His throbbing cock had pushed itself past the opening to her womb and was now sunk into the deepest part of her sucking cunt. The swollenly pulsating black tip of his throbbing cock swelled within her tortured chamber again and again. It was the first time a penis had entered her, and it had wasted no time in fully penetrating her.
Daryn remained unmoving, wanting her cunt to adjust to the thickness of his cock, content to know at the moment that she was his, to use as he saw fit. It felt good to feel her completely stuffed with his cock. His lengthy, solid phallus was completely jammed into the narrow well of her heatedly clasping womanly vacuum, and now his tongue had thrust hers back into her mouth and was pushing into that mouth the way his cock was in her cunt. She was such a slender, round, shapely little thing, a truly gorgeous, wanting, needing, helplessly delightful woman, and it made him shiver to realize it was he who was going to teach her the true glories of the male-female relationship.
Lazara struggled for what seemed like an eternity, but after awhile began to realize the futility of her position. Her wriggling only worsened things because movement caused her to feel more and more arousal. She was trapped, helpless, speared on his long javelin of muscle and flesh, feeling it buried to the utmost in her, causing her undreamed-of agony. Writhing this way served to enhance his desire for her. The only thing for her to do was let this man know what he was doing to her meant absolutely nothing. He meant nothing. Perhaps her body was his to abuse in whatever way he chose, but her soul was still hers, and she would concentrate on keeping that knowledge within her. If she didn't respond, her inner being would never be violated.
Daryn Purcell seemed to know what was running through her mind. She wasn't the first virgin he had fucked, and he was fairly certain she wouldn't be the last. Their minds all ran in a predictable pattern at first. This woman was different from many of the cool cunts he had fucked in that, once fully aroused, he was certain nothing would hold her back. He smiled at the idea of her trying to play dead. Well, she would change her mind in a few minutes because she wasn't the type to simply lie there.
One of his hands cupped her chin and face as he yanked his mouth from hers, saying, "Just play it cool, honey. Take it easy!" His voice was completely relaxed and calm, in no way betraying vibrant thrills caused by the vibrating throbs of the heavy penis so totally thrust into her wetly vibrant vagina.
"Stop acting like this is an ordinary, everyday occurrence," she snapped at him, agony burning her.
"But that's just what it is for me," he assured her, "and that's what it's going to become for you. Heck! I'm not saying you'll be screwing for me all the time, but sex'll become a regular part of your daily routine. Shee-ittt! You think of sex as something horribly dirty, when the fact is, it's the greatest thing ever invented between a man and woman. Honey, I'm gonna teach you what really good sex is all about. It's more than a cock in a cunt. If you don't have a cock stuffed in your pussy with any regularity, how the hell can you feel love? The only way you're ever going to find out what it's like to be loved is to find out what it's like to be fucked first. Sooner or later you'll learn the difference between ordinary fucking and love-fucking. In spite of the fact that you keep talking against what we're doing, I can feel the hot walls of your sweet pussy pulsating and quivering with the need for me to fuck you, even if you don't want to openly admit it. Your body wants my cock even if you've closed your mind to the idea. You've been refusing yourself the right to feel these sensations, though deep down you're really aching to feel them."
He continued babbling to her, talking endlessly, now sliding one of his hands down to cup the extra fullness of her rounded buttocks. He kept rubbing while talking, and little by little the hard muscles in her asscheeks began to slowly relax. Daryn kissed the tears from her shining cheeks, enjoying the sweet-salty taste of them.
"Why?" Lazara gasped, still crying. "I was so tired, so worn-out after my first day on the job, and so scared after almost being touched by that man on the outgoing flight, and I trusted you. You're worse than he is, because you betrayed that trust and did this horrible thing to me."
"Heck, girl, what I'm doing is far from horrible," he continually insisted. "You know damn well I'm no longer hurting you. The worst is over. You're too wet and open inside for me to be doing you any kind of physical harm. Tight as you are, you're young and inwardly able to stretch nice and easy, and you know I'm telling you the truth. I'm giving you more than your first fuck. I'm giving you the security you need to feel while a cock is pumping into you. I'm going to fuck you slow and easy, letting you enjoy and feel every little thing I'm doing. Gal, sex is just another form of loving, and you're the kind of female a guy can love real easy. Every time I shove my cock forward, just remember, your cunt is special to me. It's the god-damndest thing you can do, to be fucked and fuck someone who y'really like the way I like you. You're kinda like a female ostrich, hiding your head in the sand, thinking it'll make the danger go away. Take your head out and realize there just isn?t any danger. You're too goddamn sexy for either the passengers or the crew of any jetliner to let get away without being fucked for any length of time. You have to come out of that damn shell, and I'm the guy to bring you out because I'm the guy who can do it nicely, easily, without hurting you, while making you feel good the whole time. Lazara, I'm gonna teach you what this is all about."
"You'll kill me," she whimpered, tears still falling from her closed eyes.
"I'm turning you from a little girl into a real woman," he insisted. "If any woman deserved to be a real woman, it's you. I'm just the guy to do it."
Moving with great tenderness, he gently began sliding the huge and swollen pillar of his strongly vibrating cock back, pulling it out of her seething vestibule until the black tip was the only thing left inside. Lazara realized all the pain was flowing out of her with the movement of the perns, and a warm inpouring of thrilling sensation flooded her trembling body. She realized that though there had indeed been physical pain, much of it had been mental anguish more than anything else. She was first starting to feel good with his penis inside her. Slowly he powered into her again, all the while kissing her full lips and lovely face, caressing the softness of her curvaceous form, soothing away the horrifying terror she always wanted to feel. Her arms began moving, pushing the wrapped-around arm from her body in order to cling all the more tightly to him as she began feeling unutterable thrills seeping through her. Though she tried fighting against it, Lazara discovered she was clinging to the man, pulling him all the more tightly against her, now enjoying the weight of him that had seemingly been crushing the life out of her. Now, when his monumental penis began slithering from her hotly squeezing depths, her inner chamber began caressing the organ while her hand pressed firmly on the back of his buttocks, making him slam home again. Now he was thrusting into her body with regularity, her vagina pulsating eagerly, feeling the way her sucking container of mucous tissue clung all the more firmly to his moving length of steel-solid flesh.
"Hey, yeah!" he gasped. 'Thatta way! You have to be feeling good to be moving this way. Come on, you sexy hunk of feminine pulchritude," he gasped as her hands continued pressing on the flatness of his asscheeks, jamming his cock ever more solidly into her with every stroke.
"AM I REALLY . . . UHHHH'H . . . SOMETHING SPECIAL TO YOU . . . AHHHHH ... OR ARE YOU JUST . . . OOOOHHHH . . . SAYING THAT SO YOU CAN DO THIS TO ME?" she gasped.
"I can talk from now till tomorrow and it won't . . . hhhuuunmihhh . . . mean a damn thing," he panted. "This is something you'll have to discover for yourself."
Lazara realized Daryn Purcell was probably right, damn his black hide. Her body was craving this, all right. She had closed her mind to it, for even though she, herself, was not religious, she knew her father had known a very religious upbringing which he had tried inflicting on her and her brothers and sisters. Now she was learning she was very much like all the other women in the world in that her body craved clinging to a man's torso, and her vagina, for all the pain originally in- volved, ached to be filled with the one part of a man meant to be injected into her. She was no longer able to refuse the enjoyment of what she was feeling, but she was mature enough to admit to herself that this was not love or anything resembling love ... yet, this first time she was being solidly fucked her vagina was really feeling good. There was a totality of delight and completion because of the way his hammering penis pounded in and out of her seething body. He was nailing the thick spike into her repeatedly, driving it deeper and deeper, making her feel the need for even more of the inner vaginal massage she was receiving.
Lazara felt happy, very happy, happier than she had in a long while, and it was a happiness un-marred by nervousness like that which she had felt on the day of her being graduated from airline hostess school. She was intelligent enough not to reject the thrilling pleasures she was feeling, and now moved her body in cadence with Daryn's, never wanting the feeling to stop. She was discovering sex to be a whole new world.
"MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE . . ." she insisted, kicking his buttocks with her heels. "I WANT TO GO ON AND ON. KEEP ON DOING IT, AND DRIVE DEEPER INTO ME . . ."
"Can't stop if I wanted to," he said, gasping. "I'll never be able to stop. The two of us were meant to be fucking like this, honey. Think of the word, fuckl It's a beautiful word because it describes the beautiful thing you and I are doing. This is only the first time. After tonight, whenever you want, we'll get together and fuck until dawn."
"OH YES," she sighed, delightedly. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! THEN FUCK ME AGAIN! FUCK ME HIGH! FUCK ME LOW! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME SOFT! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME FOREVER," she pleaded, her lovely hips rotating and churning as she lifted her pussy to meet the cpnstantiy down-driving thrusts of his lancing phallic javelin. The two of them set a madly beating rhythm that shuddered through their bodies, and Daryn was gasping, "I CAN . . UHHHHH . . . TELLLLL . . . YOU'RE . . . UHHHHH . . . REALLY FEELING IT. NO WW WWW ..."
"YES, YES, YES," she gasped, "I FEEL YOU POUNDING THAT GREAT BIG PENIS OF YOURS SO FAR INTO ME IT'S REACHING INTO MY . . . UHHHHH . . . THROAT ..."
Lazara no longer contemplated the good or bad of what she was doing, nor did she think about the language she was using at that particular time. She didn't wonder about herself and her life any-longer. She was aware of only one thing at that moment, and that one thing was the pressuring thrust of the plunger moving in and out of her shuddering body. That massive piston was moving in and out of her sucking interior until she was certain she would faint from the delicious thrills she was feeling. She didn't want to faint. She had to stay awake and enjoy all this right to the end. Her hips spun and turned, rotating wildly with lascivious grindings as the airline pilot shoved his hard cock deeper and deeper into the clinging, gripping, tautly squeezing depths of her moving body, Shee-ittt! He felt his eyeballs moving up in his head, flaring with the burning thrills of heavily boiling white fluid building in the scrotum of his body.
"You're . . . uhhhhh . . . expanding inside ..." he gasped. "You're going to . . . uhhhhh . . . cum. Good! Hit the heights, honey. Get there the same time I do. You can do it."
"I . . . UHHHH . . . FEEL SO . . . FUNNY ..." she sighed. "I'VE NEVER . . . OOOOOH . . . COME BEFORE . . . AHHHHH . . . BUT IF YOU TELL ME I CAN MAKE IT . . . HHHUUUNNNHHH . . . I'LL KEEP GOING .... . OOOOOH . . . YES . . . YES ...FUCK ME...FUCK ME... HAAANNNHHH . . . FUCK ME . . ."
The young stewardess's mahogany thighs were tightly wrapped around the charcoal body of the airline captain, tugging him that much more firmly against her own body, sucking him into a clutching, clinging, spinning, overpoweringly shattering hurricane that threatened to tug the two of them completely apart.
Daryn ground his stiff organ all the more strong- ly into the overpoweringly vacuuming depths of her seething and sucking pussy. Lazara's nails dug solidly into the dark flesh on his back, and began pulling and tearing and ripping, causing long, bloodfilled canals to line his already scarred back ... scarred from so many other similar encounters ... as her teeth chewed into the soft part of his shoulder near his neck. Their bodies moved with shorter, more solid strokings, slamming more and more firmly against one another. Daryn felt as if the top of his head was about to explode. When he finally did come, he was certain the cap of his skull would tear away from the rest of him, and the whole world would tremble from the force of it.
Insanely now, uncontrollably, the raven-fleshed stewardess clung to Daryn Purcell, uncontrollably heaving, slamming, bucking and climbing the full length of his solid cock like a pole vaulter. He, in turn, continued slamming violently into her, slamming, jamming, cramming, and nailing himself ever deeper into her soddenly squeezing depths. Her thighs rose even higher, firmly coming together, slowly, inexorably crushing, crushing, crushing as the two of them powered together with monumentally loud clashs as groin clapped against groin, stomach pressed against stomach, cock sank into cunt ... -sliding in and out, in and out, in and out as their entwined bodies moved up and down. Daryn knew the time was almost there. It would blanket the two of them at once like an all- consuming forest fire.
"OHHHHH . . . WOWWWWW . . . HHHAAANNNHHH!" the bouncing Lazara gasped, straining and stretching her shuddering self as she shaped her body beneath his into a Roman arch. The weightily bubbling, flooding, sweUingly overpowering fires of lust were about to come shooting from the tip of his moving penis. The pressure was building higher and higher in his jumping testicles and he knew if he didn't pop his load here and now, his balls would simply burst from the tremendous pressure.
Lazara felt her cunt lurching. She realized she was almost there. Where? She had no idea, but was certain that when she got there it was going to be something totally out of this world. Feelings she had never before known in her entire life were about to overtake her, and she thought she would dissolve with thrilling desire.
"FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . ." she gasped. "MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE COCK . . . MORE . . . PUT IT DEEPER . . . SINK IT . . . UHHHHH . . . FARTHERRRRR . . . FUCK MEEEEE ..."
Daryn Purcell was straining wildly at this point as he tautly clung with both hands to her maddeningly bouncing asscheeks. One of his fingers slipped into the narrow crevice between her buttocks and found the tiny little hole leading to her rectum. He felt it seemingly waiting to be pierced, and carefully, gently pushed against it with a forefinger, shoving the probing finger into her.
"HUUUNNNGGGHHH . . .AAANNNGGG-HHH . . . OOOOOH . . . WOWWWWW . . . GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" she uttered, shuddering as if in agonized torture, but the truth was, her body was merely automatically responding to his digital pressure. She rammed her body higher as a result of the fingered intrusion, impaling her taut cunt all the more certainly on his driving cock, and when her body came slamming down to the couch's cushions her anus was all the more solidly impaled on his driving finger.
"HARDERRRRR . . . HARRRDERRR . . . DEEEPERRR . . . MORRRE . . . MORRRRRE . . . UUUHHHNNNHHH ... I WANT MORRRRRE . . . MORE . .," she sobbed, her cunt tightly clinging to his penis, and her rectum solidly gripping his finger.
It was all Lazara needed. Finally she reached the top, peaked, and her first orgasm hit her with the force of ten G's.
"AAIIYYAAGGHHAANNGGHH!" she screeched.
Fireworks went off in Daryn Purcell's aching brain as he clung to the dusky former virgin beneath him while exploding puffs of fire-colored flowers went off in Lazara's brain.
"OHHHHH . . . YESSSSS ..." was all she was able to hiss.
"YOU'RE . . . UHHHHH ... SO FANTASTIC," Daryn whispered to her, clinging to her until he thought he might fracture one of her ribs. "DON'T LET GO . . . DON'T LET GO . . ." Lazara begged. "HOLD ME . . . HOLD ME TIGHT . ... . I'M SO . . . UHHHHH . . . AFRAID ..."
"You have nothing to be afraid of," Daryn whispered in her ear, clinging tightly to her. "You've gone all the way over the hurdle, and it's been good all the way. Now hold onto me and just relax, and we'll come in for a nice, smooth landing. You'll see."
She held onto him for what seemed like hours. Finally, when she realized his penis had shriveled to almost one-sixth its original size, she let go of him and he rolled off her onto the floor.
"So this is what it's all about, huh?" she asked.
"This is it, honey," he nodded, still panting.
"Oh there are more, refinements you might say, but this is the basic thing."
"So now I'm one of the gang, huh?"
"Hell, no! You're way above the gang, sweetie.
You're special, really special, and don't you ever forget it." "I won't," she assured him.
Chapter Four
By the time Daryn got her home it was after midnight. Her folks were asleep and Lazara was grateful since she wasn't in the mood to answer questions.
When she awoke the following morning, her period arrived. For the next five days she worked with tampons inside her. On the fifth day of her period, she purchased birth control pills and started taking them according to the instructions.
During that time, the passengers continued mak- ing sly remarks, and she smiled them away, learning to close her ears when a nasty comment came her way. She did her work fastidiously, always careful to make certain the passengers were comfortable. Marilyn Clayborne was always there to help if a problem arose, and soon she realized there were no problems she was unable to handle.
"You're a good stew," Marilyn told her at the end of the second flight on the fifth day, when her menses was coming to an end.
"You're handy to have around in case I falter," Lazara told her.
"I notice you don't falter as much as the others. Have you given any serious thought to what we discussed that first day?"
"You mean about my becoming physically involved?"
"Only with the right people," Marilyn told her. "You'll notice that although I fool around with the crew a little, you'll never catch me with a passenger, unless the man is extremely wealthy and he's willing to share the wealth. In the seven years I've worked for this airline I've made enough to retire six times over, but I don't want to retire, at least not for awhile. A stew's life is a relatively short one. Once marriage pops up, after the first baby, most stews come back merely to complete tenure, so they can get a small retirement pension, but otherwise, they're gone. It'll happen that way with me, too, if and when I finally do get married.
It'll certainly happen that way with you. Make the money while you can, honey. Good looks don't last forever, and once they're gone, they never come back. Make it now, while you can, and sock it away."
"I'm beginning to think you're right," Lazara nodded. "When I first started here, I was determined to be a good girl ..."
"Honey," Marilyn interrupted, "all standards of good and bad were created by men, not women. In my own opinion, I'm a very good girl, and if you ask certain men about me, they'll tell you just how good I am. Just remember, the very same men who created standards of good and bad are the ones who want to turn you into a 'bad' girl. Well fuck them, literally, but make it pay, honey. You have a gold mine between your legs. Only you want them to put gold in, not take it out."
"It's fairly common knowledge," Lazara said, measuring her words, "that you have something going with the veep in charge of Operations."
"Ralph? Ralph isn't the marrying kind, but he loves oral adoration, if you get my meaning. Most of the women don't give him any kind of adoration. If you want to be smart, try scoring with Ralph when I'm not with him. It'll put you next in line for senior stew. After all, sooner or later I eventually have to retire. I think that when the time comes, you'll make a great Number One."
"Thanks," Lazara smiled.
Chapter Five
Daryn Purcell proved to be a gentleman true to his word, and though he hungered for Lazara's body, he waited, wanting her to make the next move. Lazara appreciated it, but now that her appetite had been whetted for sex, and with her period over and she being safely on the Pill, she decided to try out a little of Marilyn's advice. She wasn't ready for the vice president in charge of Operations just yet, but on the flight back from Georgia to Kennedy she did meet what was obviously a well-to-do man in his middle fifties. Though his face was starting to wrinkle like a prune, it was obvious the man had been good looking once, and she felt that before his looks faded, she might let him make love to her, if, as the program said, the price is right.
Mike Gersten had whitening hair, was soft-spoken, and was apparently not used to giving things away. He was short and very lanky, and he had a very skinny wife he enjoyed leaving behind oil trips because he didn't want the world to see what a literal rag, bone, and hank of hair he had married. He was an insurance adjuster for one of the larger companies, and usually got his share of women wherever he went because he was able to put them on the company account as an expense. All his life he had wanted to try a black woman, never stopping to think that a woman's color had nothing to do with her performance. As far as he was concerned, brunettes were different from blondes, who were different from redheads. Orientals were different from white girls, and he was certain black women were different, too. It never once occurred to him that what he enjoyed or didn't enjoy with a woman had something to do with the woman as an individual, and not her race, hair color, or even her religion, since he liked to classify them ethnically as well.
Lazara was a stunning woman and she was different from all the other black women who might have attracted him. He liked the fact that her hair was straight, and he listened to the way she spoke Spanish to one of the other passengers and realized she had some hot Latin blood in her as well.
Just before the plane landed, he called her over and whispered into her ear, "Is it possible you might find some free time for me this evening?"
Lazara smiled back at him and heatedly whispered back into his ear, "My time is not free, sir."
"Meet me at the reservations counter when you're finished," he said, nodding, and pressed something into her hand.
When Lazara strapped herself down for the plane's landing, she looked. It was a hundred-dollar bill. She knew she'd be able to take off and leave the man standing at the counter, but she wouldn't for a multitude of reasons. First, the man was a regular passenger of the airlines. He would eventually find her again if she didn't show up. Second, it wasn't in her to do such as thing. She would meet him at the counter and either return the money, or let him know she expected considerably more.
The plane landed and she went off with the other stews, hot and tired, after cleaning out the plane. She noticed most of the other girls either went straight home, or waited around to be picked up by a passenger with whom they had made a previous date.
Cornering Marilyn, she told her what had happened, and Marilyn said, "You let the man know in no uncertain terms that you're worth one helluva lot more than a hundred dollars. For most girls that's a lot of money. For you, it's peanuts. If he can afford a hundred, he can afford considerably more."
"How much more?" Lazara asked.
"Honey, from what you say he's a curious causcasian who wants to find out what it's like to ball a black girl. Tell him you don't want cash. You want something that'll appreciate in value, like a thousand dollar gem."
"He'll probably laugh in my face," Lazara replied.
"Obviously for that kind of a gift you can't expect a one-time fling. He'll be back for more, and you'll have to give it to him. But in the meantime, you try for the diamond or ruby or whatever, and put it away in a safe deposit box where it'll be worth triple its value in the next few years. But believe me, if you let the man know you're expensive, he'll think that much more of you. Whatever you do, get the gem first, then give him the goods. Got me?"
"Gotcha!" Lazara nodded.
She went to the reservations counter where he was waiting, and as he walked over, putting a solicitous arm around her shoulder, she said, "Sir, I thank you for thinking I'm the girl who would interest you, but I'm afraid this is not precisely what would interest me." And she handed him back the bill.
"Are you saying you aren't interested in me?" Gersten asked.
"I'm saying I'd be a lot more interested in you if you gave me what I really wanted."
"First of all, how much more interested in me would you be?"
"Interested enough so that whenever you're in town and you call me and leave a message here, at the airlines, I'd be willing to meet you at a prearranged place for say, the next six months. How much money will you be paying out to girls in the next six months at a hundred dollars a clip?"
"What do you want?" he asked. "I want you to take me downtown in the city, to the wholesale diamond exchange, and I want you to pay for a flawless stone I pick out that won't be worth more than a thousand dollars."
"A thou . . .you have to be crazy."
"I have to be practical," she told him. "Believe me, I'm worth a thousand."
"My own wife isn't worth a thousand."
"I'm not your wife," she told him. "If you're not interested, say so. There are more than enough guys around here who are."
"Just what do I get for my thousand?" he asked.
"Anything you want, anytime we're both in town, for the next six months. But remember, you have to give me plenty of advance notice so I can make sure I'm ready for you."
"What do you mean advance notice?"
"At least twenty-four hours in advance. This way I can let you know in plenty of time if I'll be in town. After all, as a stewardess I fly to a lot of different places."
"You're a clever girl," he said to her. "What's to keep you from backing out once you get the gem?"
"I'm not stupid," she told him. "You know the airline I'm working for. You'd always be able to find me and make me pay for the gem one way or another. I'm not dumb enough to pull anything on you. All you'd have to do is tell the airline I tried seducing you, and it'd be enough to lose me my job."
It was obvious right from the start that she was dealing with an egotistical son of a bitch. Though she was still unsure of how to handle herself, Lazara had the feeling that if the man finally agreed to her terms, everyting would work out to their mutual satisfaction.
"You have to be anywhere tonight?" he asked.
"Just to bed early. I have another flight in the morning."
"When is your day off?" he wanted to know.
"This week it's Thursday and Friday."
"Look, I'm not a millionaire, I'm just an insurance adjuster. I'm not looking for long-time affairs. I'm looking for a night in the sack, or to be more precise, an afternoon in the sack since by tonight I have to be home with the wife. What does one afternoon with you cost?"
"Look, Mr____"
"Gersten," he told her. "Mike Gersten,"
"Well, Mr. Gersten, my price is the same for one night or six months. Believe me, I'm worth it."
"A grand? How the hell can I justify a grand on my expense account?"
"Maybe we'd better forget the whole thing," Lazara told him.
"No," he insisted. "You've got me all worked up. I'll pay your price. I'm crazy, but I'll pay it."
They got into a cab and were driven to midtown where they got out. He took her to the heart of the diamond exchange, and at a wholesaler's, he let her pick out the gem she wanted. It had a retail value of fourteen-hundred, and Gersten paid nine-hundred-and-eighty-seven-fifty for it. They stopped at a nearby bank where Lazara opened a safe deposit account and stashed the gem away. Then they took another cab out to Long Island where they were taken to a motel with X-rated TV.
Once they were in the room, Lazara took a long shower, and then Gersten did the same thing while she watched what was going on on the TV set into which she had to continually feed quarters. The ten minutes the man took in the bathroom gave her an extensive education in sexual behavior. She lay on the bed, totally naked, her tawny ebony form lithe-ly wriggling when he came out.
Gersten was a skinny man, and his body was as wrinkled as his face. Only his penis stood tall and proud, without any wrinkles, and the sight of it, especially after watching the movies on the TV set, had Lazara feeling heat.
"Come on, man," she said to him. "Let's get to the fun."
Mike Gersten slipped into bed next to her and he turned his back on her. She pressed her nakedness against his and realized a white man's body felt no different from that of a black man's. Just as her black didn't rub off on him, his white didn't smear itself on her. She wanted to please him, but with him turned away like that, she wasn't certain just how.
A few minutes passed in silence, except for the sounds coming from the TV set, and Mike Gersten, without realizing it, was about to drift off to sleep. That was when Lazara spoke in a small voice.
"Mike? Mr. Gersten?"
"Ummmm?"
Her very warm hand came around and pressed itself against his chest below his right nipple, and she whispered, "Don't I appeal to you anymore? Is the fact that I'm bought and paid for making me unattractive to you?"
"No," he admitted. "You aren't unattractive. I just feel a little strange about all this. I'll be honest, I've always wanted a mistress, even a part-time mistress, and that it's for just six months doesn't really turn me off. But it's the first time I've ever given in to such demanding terms from a woman. I'm going to have to defray the cost of that diamond over a period of six months to make my expense account take it. It bothers me."
There was a long silence between them, and she said, "While you were in the bathroom did you hang up your clothes so they wouldn't look too rumpled?"
"It doesn't matter very much," he told her. "My wife expects me to have a rumpled suit when I come off a plane. She'll put it in the cleaners tomorrow."
"Uh huh. Tell me, do all men cheat on then-wives? I want to know what to expect when I get married."
He lay there, unmoving, unanswering for the moment, and her hand pressed itself all the more firmly against his chest. Finally, he said, "I don't know about all men. I can only speak for myself. My own home sex life stinks, so I look for it on the outside. I figured you were really something special, but now I don't know."
There was another long silence between them, and then Lazara asked, "Are you trying to say I'm turning you off?"
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Hey, look," she said, rubbing a thigh against his, "a girl has to look out for herself. It isn't as if I'm not offering value. Let's be honest. Though you want to lay me, you know damn well you'll never really be emotionally involved with me."
"You reallly believe in calling a spade a spade, if you'll pardon the expression."
"Oh boy, getting nasty. Look, if you want, we'll get dressed, go back and get the diamond, and you can "give it back. I don't believe in taking goods without giving value."
Mike Gersten didn't say anything. Her dark hand had gotten wet with perspiration pressing against his chest. He closed his eyes and now lay flat on his back on her left. His hands were resting at his sides.
Lazara sighed and said, "You may not believe this, but I'm relatively new to all this. I'm good, really good in the sack, or so I've been told, but I'm still very short on experience, if you get my meaning. I just figured if we got the business end of our arrangement out of the way first, we might be able to settle down and have ourselves a six month fling. I'd make you happy. Honest! Funny thing is, I feel like I'm the one being rejected now."
Mike Gersten was starting to enjoy himself immensely. He was used to a quick in and out with women and this was the first one with whom he had stopped to talk. It felt good to know she was honest enough to want to give him what he had paid for. The truth was, she was going to be a partial mistress for the next six months, and a thousand dollars was cheap for such a deal.
"That's the first time I ever heard a woman make such an admission," he laughed. "Not even my wife feels rejected when I'm not in the mood, but then, she's never in the mood herself."
Lazara wriggled a little and her hand began sliding down over his hairy stomach a little. She stopped at the bottom of his ribcage and let her hand rest, saying, "That's no real consolation." Gersten said nothing.
Her hand moved down to his crotch, her grasping fingers encircling a bulging cock and heavy testicles. She squeezed them a little and sighed, whispering, "Come on, Mike. Money not withstanding, the truth is, I need your cock as much as you need my cunt."
"Oh!" Gersten said, almost questioningly, not quite.
Stay still you horny cock, he said to his own penis, mentally talking to himself. He liked this. It was fun, but his penis was beginning to twitch, and it wouldn't be long before she knew she was definitely having an effect on him.
The little chocolate girl in his bed slid over against him and lifted herself up a little, her head over his, and then brought her lovely face down.
Her lips were full and soft and very desirable against his. Her hand gripped his penis and his testicles very firmly, though she didn't squeeze, still too worried about what pressure might do to his delicate balls. Her legs rubbed against his and her lips continued kissing softly, pressing his repeatedly. After awhile the man realized the brushed feeling against his thigh was her crisp pubic hair. The woman was pressing her hot little pussy against his thigh, and that was one hot cunt she was pressing so solidly against him. She wriggled a little, and her other hand slithered up between the two of them, gripping his arm. His penis, obviously with a mind of its own in spite of his mental warnings, continued twitching.
After a long, long time, Lazara slowly peeled her sucking lips from his. Feeling her breath on his cheeks, Gersten knew, with his eyes tightly closed, that her pretty face was still very close to his. He fought the temptation to open his eyes and look into the doe eyes with which she was gazing down on him.
Her hand tightened around his swollen cock, feeling the throbbing within, and she finally whispered, "Well, well, well, at least a part of you is responding to me. Doesn't make me feel like a total incompetent. Say, would it bother you if I kind of sat on top of you and rode you with this thing inside me for awhile?"
"Yes, I'd mind."
She had already started moving, and even with his eyes closed Gersten felt her go tense. "What did you say?"
"You asked me if I minded if you rode me with my cock inside you. Yes, I mind it. Just like you don't like being treated differently because of your color, I don't like being treated differently because I'm a man. I want to be treated like a man and not like some object."
Her hand squeezed tightly around his throbbing penis until he heard her sigh when she realized that though his cock was throbbing, it wasn't doing anything more. He wasn't panting or groaning or gasping.
"Look," she finally said, "let's get dressed and go back to the bank and get the diamond. You'll be able to at least get your money back."
"The bank's closed by now," he told her. Then he remained silent for a long while, and as time passed her fingers slowly began relaxing their stranglehold on the heatedly expanding length of his rock-solid cock. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he reached down and forced her hand to grip his cock all the more tightly .
"You know, you really are a bitch," Gersten said to her. "You thought I'd just jump into you, get my rocks off, then let you go until the next time when I'd do the same damn thing. You thought I'd drool all over myself in a hurry to get into you, and you expected me to act like some kind of fucking rooster. Just because you're so lovely, it doesn't give you the right to play with men all the time. I'm a nice guy who's letting you get away with it, but the next guy might be a sadist who'll slap the living shit out of you."
"What do you want from me?" she gasped, her voice a low whisper of fear. "You've given me what I want. Now tell me what you want so I can give it to you."
"Bought and paid for, just like that? Screw that shit, honey. Let's be a little more direct. You told me the truth about one thing. You have as much of an urge to fuck as I do. Let's stop the goddamned act."
"What act?"
"Oh, it's not an act, huh? Hello big white man, wanna fuck little black girl? Fork out fabulous diamond and you can have my black pussy for six months. I'll do you the favor of letting you fuck me whenever we're both in town, as long as you call me first so I can get rid of some other joker who happens to be hanging around."
"I never said anything about anyone else," she gasped.
"You didn't have to," he snapped at her. "I knew damn well why you wanted twenty-four hours advance notice."
It was true and Lazara knew it. She had asked for a day's notice to make certain she didn't set something up in advance with someone else. After all, Marilyn had told her to use her cunt to good advantage. She hadn't thought the man would be able to guess her intent. Her lower lip trembled, and she was on the verge of crying, realizing that though he had wanted her enough to give her the diamond, he had made a fool of her. "You are a real son of a bitch!" she gasped, ready to cry.
"Stop crying," he said to her.
"Oh hell!" she snapped.
"Let's stop playing games," he said to her. "You have the diamond, so keep it. I'll be honest. I want to fuck you, but I'm just kind of tired of having girls who behave like whores. I thought of you as something different. Maybe you're still something different. It's just that I want to be treated like a man who has feelings instead of a bank account.
"That's fair enough," she nodded, blinking away her tears. "Mr. Gersten, Mike, would you please do me the signal honor of making love to me. I gave you a six month limit, but I'll tell you what I'll do. This is my first time selling myself to a man, so if you'll have the goodness to give me the twenty-four hour notice so I don't set up some other stud, I'll give you a good time anytime you want. No six month limit, no one year limit, no limit at all, as long as you're reasonable enough to understand I have to build my nest egg."
He laughed, and said, "That's more like it. At least you're being honest with me now. Now I can turn onto you with no trouble at all."
"Well then, would you do me the honor of fucking me before I go out of my mind?"
"You'd better believe it," he told her, reaching for her.
One hand poked between her ebony thighs and two fingers plunged into the abyss of her swollen cunt, while his other arm was around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. Lazara began moaning the moment he started kissing her. Mike Gersten had never thought of himself as any kind of a really great lover, before, always content with poking his cock in, shooting his load, then pulling out. But with this girl things seemed different. He wanted to take his time, so he alternated his mouth from her lips to her ear and back again, kissing her the entire time, stabbing his tongue either into her hungry mouth or into the sensitive shell of her aural cavity. She moaned and gasped, clutching at him, thrilling to the two fingers probing in and out of her soggy slit.
The fingers continued slurping in and out for uncounted minutes. The TV set had been shut off some time earlier, but she had stopped concentrating on it a long time earlier. She rotated and revolved her buttocks, riding the stiffness of his two digits. He seemed to be prolonging the driving of his fingers into her vagina with almost a malicious kind of glee. He seemed intent on getting his money's worth. She had begged him no less than four times to pull his fingers out of her cunt and fuck her bowlegged, though she had been unable to stop grooving and moving on the two fingers he continually ran in and out of her vagina, making her ooze even more juices than she had with Daryn Purcell. It was really unfair to make a comparison at this point, because with Daryn she had been anticipating pain, and with this man she knew there would be no pain. All she had to look forward to Was pleasure.
Gersten knew it was pleasure and torment ... both. She loved what he was doing to her, but wanted his penis even more.
"HUUNNNHHH . . .UUHHNNHH . . . OH-OH-OH-OH-OH . . . YOU WHITE SON OF A BITCH . . . YOU NO-GOOD HONKY . . . OHHHH LORRRD . . . AH-AH-AHHHH . . . FEELS SO GOOD, SO GOOD, OH YES, SO GOOD INSIDE ME . . . UUNNGGHH . . . OHHHH . . . FILLL MEEEE WITH COCK ... I WANT YOUR COCK AND YOU . . . OHHHHH .... KNOWWWWW IT."
The man in question was ignoring her successive spasming as she continued shooting cunt oil all over his fingers and hand while begging. He rotated his arm while scissoring his fingers inside her, irritating her tender inner tissues that lined her wetly juicing pussy. Soft lips and inner membranes attempted to wriggle aside to make more room while at the same time trying to clamp down on those fingers. This was why he had pushed a second finger into her cunt after having driven his middle finger into her initially. They slammed into her with constantly jerking movements, pumping her squishily and sending tremors through her shudderingly wanton belly as the bare flesh of her black, pillarly thighs tingled while he continued fingering the heated depths of the airline hostess with just about the full force of his jerking arm. Relentlessly he continued shoving them in and out, in and out. His fingers were embedded so deep inside her tender cunt his knuckles dented deeply into the throbbingly pulsating satin interior of her pouting pussy.
Her bare, glorious ebony breasts, very round and with a great deal of outthrust looked like voluptuously provocative mounds on her lovely chest, jiggling constantly up and down and around as if slithering about in the perspiration formed on her body. Tremulous quakes and shuddering thrills violently shook and rocked her gasping body. Her legs rose, then slammed down as her body jerked and her heels plowed up the sheet. One hot hand of hers still clung to his upstanding penis, tugging and squeezing it, jerking up and down, up and down. Her other hand reached up and raked at his bare chest, feeling his small, masculine nipples, pulling, scratching, squeezing, trying to gather up his somewhat flabby pectorals as if they were a woman's breasts.
Bending down, he ran the edges of his teeth over her nipple, almost, not quite, chewing on it, letting her feel his teeth. Another loud moan leaped from her and she pounded her naked buttocks against the mattress.
"You said something about riding my cock," he gasped. "Would you like to try that now?"
Her nostrils flared out, then in, and her eyes rolled loosely in her head as she nodded, gasping, "YES, OH YES! ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL, JUST . . . OHHHH GOD! HOW I ACHE TO FEEL THIS THING INSIDE ME."
A very noisy and wet, sloppy sound accompanied the sudden removal of his fingers from the wide-open depths of her seething vagina as he fell onto his back and said, "Ride'em, cowboy!"
Moaning, the amorously turned-on chocolate-skinned girl leaped up and into position. Gripping his penis fiercely in one hand, she twitched her pelvis while straddling him with her thighs, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of him. Without hesitation, she poked the red-tipped penis into her vagina opening, then pushed and sat at the same time, forcing the broad, mushroom-shaped glans of his erection into her narrowly tight pussy. Now it was Gersten's turn to moan out loud. She was tight, goddamned tight, and very wet because he had fingered her pussy for such a length of time. He had no idea how she had managed to sheath his entire cock in a single motion she was so inwardly tight. The friction was really going to be something. He had latched onto a real gem, all right, and she was worth the gem he had paid for her. He knew now he would want to fuck her a lot more than he actually would. She was offering her cunt to him whenever he wanted it, but he knew she was going to use it to make her fortune. For the first time in his life Mike Gersten gave a damn about someone other than himself, and decided he'd see her a couple of times a month, but he had no intention of abusing the privilege.
Her violently pumping loins filled Lazara with cock, arousing and exciting her until her dark, almost black nipples were hardened pencil points of lustful desire. The achingly aroused negress bounced up and down, up and down, driving her vagina straight down every time, gasping and moaning and grunting with animal lust, riding him with eroticaly weaving hips and a dilated vagina. Her movements kept her joyously spiked on the pole of thrusting flesh as it reared up from his hairy crotch and into the yawning chasm of her vaginal center. She leaned forward, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth partially open, and rested her hands on the man's chest while she ground around and around and around on the marvelously filling penis. The supple swinging, dangling black melons of her lovely breasts lengthening and swelling as she bent over him, bobbled and jiggled and bounced with the continuing force of her strong, impaling movements.
Lying beneath her, feeling the savage way she rode him, Mike Gersten wondered if a mere orgasm would be enough for her. In all probability, she would need a whole bunch of orgasms to be totally satisfied. He had latched onto something special, all right. He just didn't know if he was man enough to handle her. He knew he was going to cum in one hell of a hurry if he let it happen, so he forced his mind away from what was taking place, trying to concentrate on anything other than the thrilling enjoyment of what was taking place. Even with her frenetic movements making him quiver, his separating his mind from what was happening made it all last a lot longer than he thought he would. She was gasping and panting and was covered with a sheet of perspiration as if she were overweight rather than being just the right weight. Little by little she was starting to run out of breath and out of energy, and was slowing down.
Trembling, absolutely clogged right up the middle with the man's hard, long, thick and extravagantly swollen masculinity, Lazara found herself in dire need of the orgasm for which she was working so hard. She also realized it wouldn't come as easily this time, since she was doing all the work. Her dark hair was plastered to her cheeks and face because of the heavy amounts of perspira- tion, and the black hair covering her vagina was practically running with wetness.
A new thrilling shiver charged through her body as she concentrated on reaching the pinnacle of satisfaction. Hanging her softly swaying breasts over the man's sweat-stained face, she said to him, "Pull on them, suck on them, do anything to help me juice."
Mike Gersten smiled widely and reached up to squeeze both weighty, trembling dark gourds of flesh with his anxious fingers. He rammed them against her chest and rolled the nipples between his fingers as he massaged her mahogany moons.
"AHHH MMMM . . . YESSSSS ..." she gasped, writhing a little to make his meaty organ shift this way and that inside her. It moved all the more easily in her now that she was all moist and slithery inside, getting wetter by the second.
Now he began pushing. His hands shoved her breasts against her chest one more time, rolling the lovely ebony moons this way and that. Moving his two hands in a wide circular motion, he made Lazar's eyes shine with a glaze of lust. Her nostrils flared as he applied so much pressure it appeared he was trying to collapse her breasts into her chest like two broad telescopes.
Constantly warm and rippling waves of thrilling arousal and uncontrollable enjoyment filled Lazara. She continued exuding vaginal liquor, and it ran down the length of his throbbing penis and squeezed out around its hulking presence between her labia strained into a tight pink ring, and then oozed into his pelvic hedge. All the while his hands continued rolling her supple breasts around and around.
When Gersten finally released the delightfully voluptuous shapes of her dangling globes, they had swelled into new shapes. Her breasts now looked like thrusting cannon shells with the firing pins primed and ready to go. An enormous trembling burst through her quivering self.
"Ohhhh Lord! Dear Lord!" she gasped. "I'm all out of strength. I'm going to collapse. Turn me over and fuck me blind," she begged.
"Honey, you're blind already, blind with lust," he told her, and turned. But he didn't turn toward the center of the bed. Rather he tumbled her onto the floor, onto the carpeting. He fell on top of her, and her body cushioned his very nicely as he drove every last bit of breath out of her by stabbing into her again. Her simmeringly heated cunt flesh gobbled down the entire length of his swollen penis.
Unyielding, the lightly carpeted floor bounced Lazara's rounded buttocks straight up so she was able to swallow every last little bit of his rock-stiff phallus. The cock-crammed dusky woman squealed aloud, raking her nails over his tightly tensed buttocks. All the while Gersten kept on pounding. Through her silken pelvic fleece he drove, through jungles thicker than anything Tarzan had ever penetrated, fucking deep, deep, deep into the crater of her sucking vagina.
Yes, yes, yes, she was beginning to feel it now. Her body was able to sense the oncoming orgasm. Still he kept on pumping into her, thrusting again and again and again.
Now there was a squirmy .tickling in the pulsating tip of his aching penis. He jabbed and stabbed it into her juiced pussy, moving it more and more quickly. She wanted to come, but was unable to do so. She needed it!
Her unending vagina measured the full length of his massive erection. It also measured the breadth, the solidity, and the rigidity of it as it worked away inside her with throbbingly anxious desire. Gasps and panting moans came from her mouth.
"FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . "She gasped. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME AGAIN AND AGAIN. FUCK ME NOW AND FOREVER."
Her fingers plucked and pinched at his pebbly masculine nipples and her heels dug into the floor as she pumped her tired thighs up and down. Rounded, ebony breast flesh shook and rippled with her movements, glistening in the little light that came through the slatted blinds covering the window.
Heedless of the fact that she was stretched out on the unyielding floor, the man pumped his hips back and forth as if he were some kind of fucking machine. His body continued flailing her slim, almost frail black loveliness, and he allowed himself to press against her warm, smooth flesh, deliberately crushing her, squashing the volleyball mounds of her dusky breasts until he felt ready to topple forward into a heatedly milky pit of sexual sensation, the like of which he had never taken the time to enjoy in his life before.
"Lazara!" he gasped.
Her large eyes opened wide, blinked up at him, and stared, as she gasped, "Wh-what?"
"Can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna fill your cunt with semen."
"Do it!" she urged. "Do it! Gush inside me!"
"You haven't cum yet."
"You aren't paying me to cum. You're paying me to make you cum. So you cum, then we'll worry about me."
His body jammed and strained forward three more times, and then he groaned aloud in ultimate joy, feeling himself shooting with an awesome explosion of incredible force. Twitching, jerking, he bellowed, "EEEYYYAAARRGGHHH . . . HHHUUUNNHHH . . . GGAANNGGHHH . . . EEEYYYAAAIIGGHHHH!" Now he started pumping stream after stream of heated sperm into the woman. The sighing black girl hunched her body up to meet his, pushing up strongly even as her nails dug into his backside, tugging his twitching body down as she felt the huge, fleshy pipeline spitting sperm through her entire inner well.
Finally, all out of breath and all out of sperm, he tugged his penis out of tier and lay on his back for awhile. Lazara dug into Tier crotch with her fingers, but it did no good.
Getting to his knees, Gersten pushed her hands out of the way and fell between her thighs, his lips pressing themselves to the tenderly soft black muff covering her vagina in a long deep kiss. His tongue slurped its way through the thick hairs covering her triangle and finally found the silken lips leading to her womanly interstice. He licked the soft, cum-filled lips of her dripping pink slit, and they whisperingly sighed open for him. Now he pushed his tongue through the damp softness of her wet vaginal walls, tasting his own sperm, licking the pouting lips of her juicing slash that he had so solidly, thrillingly fucked.
Her hands slid into his disarrayed hair as she lay there beside the bed, staring unseeingly at the brown, greying crown while she shuddered and gasped uncontrollably. Long tremors raced up and down her thighs and charged ticklingly into her trembling belly. Lazara beat her head solidly against the floor, hitting it again and again as new thrills she had heretofore never imagined invaded her trembling body. The flat of his tongue massaging her clitoris was driving her totally out of her mind, and the sensuous stewardess surrendered totally and completely to the wildly licking lash of the man's working tongue. She sighed fervently as Gersten buried his face in the heavy moss of her silken-thatched pubic hairs. Her skin twitched and her belly trembled while his tongue slurped all the way into the oozing wetness of her dripping vagina. Lazara knew her cunt was oozing. She heard the man guipingly swallow, and her fingers tightened all the more in his hair. Lust invaded her as never before as she became oversensitive with a need for satisfaction.
She moaned and the sound was like that of a starving animal, which she believed herself to be at this point, starving for orgasmic satisfaction as the man continued to lick out all the cream he had deposited in her sopping slit. Her system was chaotic and churning, and a million tiny little insects seemed to be running over her ultra-sensitive flesh on softly caressing little feet. Staring, she looked at his cock as it slowly began stiffening again because of what he was doing to her. It looked like a barber pole of flesh, striped with the blue of his veins rather than the normal red and white. It got harder with each passing moment as he continued sucking the oozing juices coming from the depths of her creaming slit.
"HHUUNNGGHHH . . .UUNNGGHH!" she gasped and groaned and squirmed, twisting on bouncing buttocks in helpless reaction to the tonguing of her parted vagina.
Her clitoris, solidly erect, reached for the moving tongue, poking itself out in obscene invitation to the wantonly lingual attention it was receiving. Gersten saw to it that the bloated, lust-swollen little organ received that attention. His tongue whipped stiffly back and forth over the upstanding little needle.
"AAAYYAARRRGGGHHHUUNNGHH. . . OOO WWAAUUGGHHUUGGHHMMPPHH!" she hoarsely choked out as she rolled from side to side with her thighs clamped tightly around the man's head.
This was a climax the like of which she had never dreamed existed before. She shuddered as her body slammed up again and again, her vagina all but smashing the man's nose as his tongue continued slurping along her vaginal cut, and his lips continued drinking the sweet mead her pussy released.
When she opened her thighs to let go of him, she was totally unprepared for the wrinkled man leaping on top of her and plunging his cock into her mounded slash again. He pounded her hard, very hard, and his body banged hers against the unyielding floor repeatedly. Then, grabbing her legs, he lifted them, and folded them back until her knees rubbed into her breasts. He held them there, causing her cock-crammed pussy into a straight-up position. Hovering over her, he drove straight down into it with such overpowering force that the head of his penis hit the rear of her vaginal dell, making her cry out loud and moan. She jerked her head to and fro while her hair flew into a tangle. He fucked for what seemed like an eternity. Since he had already juiced once, this time he took longer, much longer, and when he was close to achieving his second climax, something he hadn't done with any other woman in all the time he had been fucking, he let her legs down for leverage and told her to move ... to shake her ass. She moved, her mouth hanging open as she gasped and panted with passion. She stared at his face above hers and realized it was lust incarnate.
A series of continual spasms shook every inch of her softly trembling and sensually ripe frame. She fucked harder, lifting her body to meet his continually, feeling a libidinous sexual hunger the like of which she had never known before. She came repeatedly, but continued moving, aching to feel him explode inside her. An overpowering eagerness of lustful desire bathed her ebony form in perspiration.
Then he was firing into her again, only this time he had no strength to shout, and the droplets that came from his penis were tiny spurts. Though mad sensation wracked his entire being, he lay helplessly on top of her, panting out his lust as what little semen he had left dripped into her.
Chapter Six
"How would you like to make a small fortune?" Marilyn Clayborne asked Lazara. It was the following day and they were on board the L-1011 on a return trip from Georgia to Kennedy International. Lazara had been thinking about her romp with Mike Gersten. The man had made her feel good, really good. After they had finished making love they had showered together, and he had driven her to her parents' home in Roosevelt, telling her he would be busy until the following week, but he set up an appointment with her to meet at the reservations desk the coming Tuesday. Lazara wondered just how many more of these Gersten would be able to stand. He was no spring chicken, and what they had done the previous day had really drained him.
"Hmmmm? What was that?" she asked Marilyn.
"I asked if you're ready to make a small fortune," Marilyn told her.
"Sure," she nodded. "What's the gig?"
"Look over my shoulder in the first class area."
"I'm looking."
"What do you see all the way up front?"
"That's either a man and a midget or a man and a boy."
"Right the second time," she nodded. "That is an Arabian sheik traveling incognito through the United States. He has so damned much money, he's been buying into certain U.S. industries because he knows the oil in his country won't hold out forever."
"So?"
"So his son took one look at you when you brought coffee to the cockpit earlier. The boy is all of fourteen, but because of his short height, he feels inferior. According to Moslem law, a boy becomes a man at thirteen. That's when they're circumcised. Well, this boy was circumcised and is still a virgin. His father wants him to lose his virginity, but first he wants the boy to experience a little fellatio. We've been invited for supper tonight at the sheik's penthouse in the city. Call your folks and tell them you're spending the night with me. In a way it isn't a lie."
"Are you kidding? The sheik wants me. He's promised us fifty-thousand tax-free dollars apiece. We can always take an overseas flight to Switzerland some time next week and open a numbered bank account."
"Fifty-thousand ..."
"I know. It sounds crazy, but these guys have so much money they don't know what to do with it. They piss it away like it's toilet paper. The sheik left his wives at home since they frown on any one of them bringing a harem into this country. He needs a woman, he likes me, and his son likes you. So if you're willing, we'll clear a hundred thou apiece."
"I'm willing, I'm willing," Lazara nodded, scarcely able to believe it. "You're damn right I'll take a flight to Switzerland next week."
"I already have my own account over there," Marilyn smiled.
"I never dreamed I'd be earning money like this." "It's only the beginning," Marilyn told her.
Chapter Seven
Although the sheik Musa Ibn Ibrahim was a religious Moslem, like many others before him, he claimed that when wine went past his lips it turned to water, and so it was no sin for him to drink wine. His son was still too young to indulge in drinking.
The sheik was a gray-haired man, clean-shaven, and clean-smelling. He dressed according to western style, with a white suit and no turban of any kind. Perhaps his only concession to Middfc
Eastern customs was his turkish water pipe, his nargileh, sitting on a large table near his white sofa. Everything in his immense living room was done in white, and if anything got dirty the sheik didn't bother cleaning it. He had it replaced. He welcomed the two women into his apartment that evening, and immediately pulled Marilyn to him, kissing her mouth and running his hands over her blue dress until they cupped her small breasts. He kissed her and Lazara watched Marilyn passionately kissing him back.
"How is my favorite American stewardess?" he asked.
Marilyn fought to catch her breath as his arm went around her and pulled her so close to him. She was able to feel his erection.
"Hey!" she gasped. "Surely they haven't done away with women in your country."
"In my country, the only interesting women are the girls of thirteen or fourteen. The rest are already old and fat before their time and totally uninteresting. I must admit," he laughed, "that making you women work for a living keeps you in fine shape for many years. In my country, a woman your age is good for nothing except to lie around a harem and massage my younger wives."
The man was pressing his stiff cock into Marilyn's belly, and it began twitching under his pants. Marilyn sensed the dull ache building in his testicles and she was glad as he held her in his arms and studied the small rounded breasts pushing out her blue dress.
Meanwhile, Ahmed, his son, a small, dark boy with large brown eyes, attired similarly to his father, looked more than a little embarrassed until Lazara decided to put the boy at his ease. The sheik had shown his good faith in advance by sending the money by private messenger to Marilyn's apart-ment. Marilyn offered to stash it all in her safe deposit box until Lazara had a chance to go to Switzerland, and since Lazara wasn't in the mood to run to her bank, she accepted.
The dusky woman, wearing an orange, flame-colored dress, moved toward the young boy, and said, "Well, well, you must be'my partner for tonight." She bent a little, because the boy was two inches shorter than she, and wrapping her arms around his neck, gave him his first kiss, pressing her fully matured body against that of the youth until his lips at last relaxed. When she finally broke away, he held her nervously at the waist, still not quite knowing what to do. His eyes stared at the tops of her bulging breasts as they pushed against the cocktail dress with the low-cut neckline.
"Bismillah!" he gasped, his eyes staring at the fullness of her paps. "I thought, on the plane, that you used something to stuff your clothing. But those breasts are real."
"Of course they're real," she assured him. "Tonight, they're yours," Lazara whispered in his ear.
"Dinner will be ready in about an hour," the sheik said, leading Marilyn into the living room and sitting with her" on one of the two large sofas that faced one another in the center of the room. His hand draped over Marilyn's shoulder so his fingers were able to caress her breast.
Ahmed sat in a large, overstuffed, equally white armchair, and Lazara lowered herself into his lap, sitting across his legs, making certain she waasn't too heavy for the boy. The sheik nodded his approval as the boy wrapped an arm around Lazara's waist. The mahogany-fleshed woman leaned down and kissed the boy again, and she had used one of her hands to guide his right hand between her thighs, letting him glide his fingers up and down her velvety flesh. His hands moved higher and higher as if he were trying to remember some instruction he had been given earlier. His fingertips touched the crotch of her panties and she opened her legs a little wider.
Marilyn moved until she was seated in the sheik's lap, opening her own thighs, letting the older man caress her pantyless pussy. His fingers rubbed expertly against her cuntlips, making them drip with inner honey.
The sight of the father titillating Marilyn brought an overpowering wave of lust to Lazara's loins. She remembered seeing how Marilyn had sucked Ralph Plank's cock, and it thrilled her to know she would now be doing the same thing with Ahmed in front of Marilyn. She turned her face to that of Ahmed, and the boy, fast losing his shyness, got the message. She hoped he would want to play with her breasts a little. That was why she had put on such a low-cut dress. As the boy's mouth crushed against hers, his hand went to the zipper at the back of her dress. Down it went, and a moment later his small, strong hands were delving into the front of her dress, grasping the large domes, kneading them gently as he tenderly lifted them from their resting place.
They continued kissing, tongues intertwining while the boy continued to massage the softness of her black-velvet breasts, teasing the nipples. They sprouted quickly into turgidly solid black cashews. He wanted to lick and kiss them, but he was afraid he might prematurely shoot his load if he did so. Never had he dreamed of enjoying a woman this way. His boyish dreams had consisted of sneaking touches of girls his own age, thinking older women would always laugh at him. He was pleased this woman respected him. Now he squeezed them, finding her breasts a bit too large for his hands. His fingers were unable to completely surround them, but the harder he squeezed, the longer the nipples jutted out. He gave an exasperated sigh and kissed the stewardess more thoroughly, stabbing his tongue through her quivering lips, surprised to feel her sucking on it, making his erection harden a lit- tie more.
Reaching down, Lazara ran her fingers lightly around the boy's slender waist, then over his hips and down his thigh. She had already decided that the boy was willingly accepting her, and this made things so much easier for her. Considering her own experience was relatively limited, she was overjoyed to find an even less experienced boy who was willing to let her do all the leading. The sheik had been wise in wanting her to fellate the boy first. Had she put his penis into her vagina, he would probably have cum like a shot. If she sucked him first, and took the edge off, when he finally did fuck her, he'd probably be able to make her explode too.
Looking out of the corner of her eye, she saw Marilyn fling a thigh wider, giving the grey-haired, handsome sheik more room for his hand between her legs. He was rubbing his finger in and out of her dripping vagina, making Marilyn gasp and smile.
As Lazara watched, Marilyn reached behind her and began pulling down the zipper of her own dress. She then eased one breast out of the shallow cup of her brassiere and grinned as the sheik made a throaty, groaning noise and thrust the blossoming brown nipple into his pursed and twitching lips. The scene built heavier desire in Lazara. She kissed the boy harder, nipping at his inexperienced tongue with her teeth, then ran one of her hands from his neck to his shuddering chest. She deliberately made him lean back while getting off his lap and turned around, and sprawling on top of him in the chair so she was able to rub her front against his, making him quake a little more. She wanted to see and feel his cock, but was afraid moving too quickly might turn the boy off. She had to be careful. She continued kissing him as she lay against him, running her hand down over his chest and touching the softness of his boyish belly. She played for a little while with the top of his pants, trying to decide if she ought to take his penis out or not. From the corner of her eye she glanced at Marilyn, who was cradling Sheik Musa's head while he sucked on her breast as his hands still played below her waist, one hand continuing to delve into her vaginal well. Then, with a muffled cry, the dark stewardess moved her hand swiftly to the thick ridge which was pushing out the young boy's pants, her fingers closing firmly over his solid young cock. For a small boy, he had a goodsized organ.
To young Ahmed Ben Musa the hold on his penis was like a sizzling electric current of delightful static charging through every blood vessel in his body. Ever since his circumcision had healed he had hoped and prayed to be able to feel a female's hand on his penis. Until today it had never happened. Now, here was this beautiful ebony woman, this stunning female whom he had never dreamed would be fiis when he had confided his desire for her to his father, and she was thrilling him by unashammedly grabbing with inflamed wantonness at his throbbing penis. He stopped sucking her tongue, knowing this was one of the things that had so thoroughly aroused him. He had to stop or he would unleash his seed then and there. Instead, he lay back in the chair, panting, unable to believe the wonderful feeling bursting through his testicles.
Lazara was suddenly aware that she, too, was more than a little affected by all this. There was this continuing urgency beating in her chest. At first she put it down to the way the shy young boy was staring at the fullness of her swollenly ripe breasts which now hung pendulously as she lifted herself from his quivering body. After awhile she realized it was due to the fact that for the first time in her very short sex life she was the aggressor. The last two times it had been the males who had come seeking her, licking her, caressing her body, building it to new heights of thrilling arousal before each of them had thrust their huge cock into her, pushing it back and forth again and again until she had finally crested. With this boy she felt the urge to make love, but it was a maternal urge. It was new, different, fantastically exciting, and it was spurred on by the sight of the sheik finally taking off all of Marilyn's clothing, exposing her nakedness to everyone. At the same time Marilyn continued kissing the older man while her fingers tugged down the zipper of his fly.
Lazara didn't look at them anymore. She knew now what she had to do. Fifty thousand dollars was an incredible sum of money and she was certain it would be a long, long time before she would earn such a sum again. She was certain most females would welcome the opportunity to show a young boy like this how to make love without being paid for it. This was really lucking out.
Raising herself a little higher, using her arms to push against the wide chair so she didn't lay completely against him now, she allowed him a full view of her magnificent breasts. The boy instantly reached out and grabbed them.
"MMMMMM . . . YESSSSS ..." she hissed softly, her lips widely smiling as the boy's fingers dug greedily into the now firmly, almost unyielding flesh of her paps. "Do you like the feel of them, Ahmed?" she asked, and without waiting for an answer, she was tugging at the boy's zipper, stopping briefly to undo the clasp at his waistband before edging her fingers into the folds of his underpants in search of his penis.
Ahmed lay back against the chair, unable to believe what was happening to him. It was all so much like a dream. His father had promised him his heart's desire, but this was even more than he had expected. He had never believed any woman would show interest in him without laughing. He studied the beautifully almost naked, dark-skinned woman on top of him, her unbelievably soft yet solid breasts in his hands, and her own warmly smooth hand now reaching for his penis. He cleared his throat the same moment he realized she was removing it from his pants, looking at the white shank with the purple head and giving it the first tender rubs that would surely make him cum.
Lazara's wide brown eyes were even wider now.
"What an absolutely beautiful penis," she whispered to the boy. "It would put that of most of the grown men in my country to shame," she told him, grasping the upthrust shaft solidly and running her fist downward so the bare wet head leaked even more colorless oil, making it shine and shimmer, the sightless eye brazenly staring back at her. "Has any female ever sucked it before?"
Ahmed made a choking sound and more drops of creamy, colorless oil presented themselves at the tip. He was about to tell her he had never been so fortunate, but he shivered uncontrollably and then all he was able to do was stare, fascinated at the lovely face now leaning toward his throbbing penis.
"You haven't answered me," Lazara said to him. "Has this adorable cock ever been sucked?"
The boy shook his head and gasped, "N-No!"
Her tongue gathered the oil seepage from the shuddering tip of the boy's phallic length, and a few moments later, her oral organ was washing and laving all over the blistering penis, bringing shock wave after shock wave of excruciating bliss sweeping through his testicles.
"He loves that."
It was Marilyn speaking from across the living room as she watched Lazara with dreamy eyes. "You've learned fast, honey. Now follow up your advantage. Go on and do it again. Do it nice and slow so you don't make the sweet boy pop too quickly."
Lazara poked her pink tongue out between her lips and slowly, very slowly ran it under the boy's coronal ridge, ignoring the gasping sounds made by the boy. There was something about the taste of a young cock that fascinated her. True, this was the first penis she had ever sucked, but she remembered the way Marilyn had licked Ralph Plank's and looking at her, one would never guess she was a novice at this.
The sheik, meanwhile, used his finger to furiously massage Marilyn's vaginal opening. The way Lazara had extracted his son's penis had fascinated him, but now he wanted a little action, himself. He ached to taste the sweet pussy which was already moist and fantastically soft, and wide open to his touch. He had fucked Marilyn once before, and she had given him the lay of his life. At that time he had presented her with a diamond and ruby necklace worth well over a hundred-thousand dollars. His oil wells were producing so much oil, he was reaping twenty-five-thousand dollars a minute, every hour, twenty-four hours a day.
Marilyn spread her quivering thighs a little wider, giving the grey haired man even more room to stroke her dripping slit.
"He'll come if you aren't careful," Marilyn warned Lazara, a happy laugh creeeping into her excitedly aroused voice.
Lazara was well aware the boy was on the brink and she slid further down, making him release her breasts. She knelt between his thighs on the floor and leaned forward, holding the boy's solid penis upright so she'd be able to bring her mouth into play all over the throbbing head.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Marilyn told her, behaving even more excitedly than Lazara as she watched the dark-skinned woman proceed. "Lick it good, hon, but don't tease the poor boy or he won't enjoy his spurting nearly as much," she instructed. Her voice had a pleading note to it, because everything now depended on the way Lazara performed.
Ahmed was too far along to restrain himself. His eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful mouth for a large, circular O. Then, with startling suddenness, that mouth was touching the tip of his penis, and the fly girl's soft, slim brown hands were holding the base of his shuddering, heaving penis, keeping the skin tightly drawn as her lips continued sucking the ragingly solid organ. "Ungh ... ungh ... ungh ... ungh ... ungh ..." he groaned as Lazara's tongue worked furiously, lashing at the swollen tip again and again, making it flex and enlarge.
"Will you look at the girl work," Marilyn whispered to the sheik, beside herself with thrilled excitement, seeing the way the black girl had taken to cocksucking. She, herself, loved sucking cock, but this was her first opportunity to see another female do it, and she saw Lazara was enjoying herself as much as she, Marilyn did at such a time. Standing up, she pulled away from the startled sheik and walked over to her friend. A moment later she was kneeling beside Lazara, and she grabbed the boy's hands and let them roam over her own breasts so the boy had mammaries to clutch while his cock was being sucked. The boy pulled and tugged at her nipples as Lazara's puckered lips continued- sucking at the swollen thickness of the youth's hard penis. They were too busy with the steady licking and sucking which Lazara was expertly completing on the moaning, groaning young boy.
The sheik reached around and pulled on Lazara's nipples, encouraging the darker woman as her sucking mouth began an up and down movement on Ahmed's penis that was making the youth gasp with thrilled insanity.
Marilyn was amazed at the expertise the other woman naturally had. Marilyn was almost positive Lazara had never done anything like this, before.
In fact, though she did know from Daryn Purcell that Lazara was no longer a virgin, she was under the impression the black girl was still a complete novitiate when it came to sex, and the way Lazara's natural instincts took over totally astonished her.
To Lazara, the sucking of this boy's thick, lengthy penis seemed like something very childish. She had to admit she enjoyed cocksucking. She had taken to it as naturally as a termite took to wood. But this was such a youthful penis, and in spite of the fact that it was tanned and thick, it looked so boyish. It made her think she was sucking on a cow's teat, and she wondered how much longer she would keep this up before the milk came forth.
Moving one hand to the boy's dark balls, she clutched them firmly, feeling them respond by jumping up and down in the tightly encasing scrotum. All this was lasting longer than anyone had anticipated, since everyone, Ahmed included, had expected the youth to pour out fountains of seminal fluid by now. Her jaws began hurting so she stopped sucking and went back to simply licking the stolid column as it shuddered against her tongue.
Ahmed, without actually coming, felt an over sensitivity in his twitching penis, and was trying to move his body so he might pull the organ from the black girl's leeching mouth. Marilyn, on the other hand, still kneeling beside Lazara, was bouncing up and down on her knees and she reached out and flatly placed one hand on the boy's belly, keeping him from escaping the continuing oral barrage Lazara was pouring down on his throbbing penis. She watched the way Lazara's lips moved, pulling out each time her head rose, then folding in each time her head went back down again.
Sheik Musa Ibn Ibrahim took the time to remove his pants and undershorts. His enormously massive cock was swinging like an immense bowsprit as he stared with lasciviousness at the two smoothly round asses before him. Both women looked so delightful, Marilyn in her total nudity, and Lazara with only her panties and stockings on. Their rounded and shapely young thighs seemed to be beckoning to his shuddering penis. Still on his knees behind them, he ran his hands up and down the smooth insides of both pairs of thighs, his fingers tickling the tufted mounds of both pussies, tugging very gently at them.
Marilyn became aware of what he was doing and squealed with surprise managing to shut her thighs, successfully trapping the older man's hand. She turned her head a little and saw his other hand busily working at Lazara's cunt, hampered by the other woman's tight panty crotch.
"Wait," she whispered to the sheik, a wide smile forming on her face as she reached over and put her fingers into the elastic tops of Lazara's briefs.
She eased them over the tapering thighs, along the I garter belt and down the stockings to the girl's knees until Lazara very obligingly lifted first one knee, and then the other. "Now allow me, sheik of a thousand delights," she said, gripping the sheik's massive pole as he steadied himself behind Lazara's buttocks.
To the dark-skinned fly girl, the delicate touch her female companion's gentle fingers touching her flesh only added to the intensity of the arousal
I she was feeling. She was still too busy licking at i what had turned out to be a very stubborn penis to really pay much attention to what Marilyn and
Sheik Musa were doing. She had truly expected the throbbing length of solid prick in her mouth to have exploded with semen long before now. The fact that it hadn't, coupled with the knowledge this vas her first time doing this, began making her doubt her own oral abilities. She was starting to get an inferiority complex.
Inwardly, she smiled as Marilyn tugged off her skimpy briefs. The thin crotch had been cutting into the delicate lobes of her pussy, exciting her and agitating her without actually giving her any is faction. Now she was able to arch her body and bend it a bit better as she concentrated more intently on licking the entire outside length of the vang boy's shuddering penis. She did it slowly, taking all the time in the world, and each time her ungue reached the top, she curled it around the penile point then used her tongue-tip like an arrow, stabbing at the bloated mushroom head. She was doing it for the umpteenth time when she felt Marilyn's fingers touch her vagina.
Though Marilyn was not averse to a little lesbianism now and then, this wasn't really the time for it. She had to get Lazara's vagina ready for the sheik's cock. Knowing the old man as she did, she was aware he would have plenty left over for her. After all, he had a harem of four wives and more than two-dozen concubines, and it was rumored he slept with all of them at least twice a week.
Marilyn stroked Lazara's vaginal labia, feeling how exquisitely soft they were under the thick piling of hair. Dewy down, she had to admit she liked touching a pussy almost as much as handling a cock, though not quite as much. She brushed at the thick mat of black hair, parting it as if trying to bare the pulsing slit hidden beneath before running her fingertip around the rim of the pink hole. When she finally did so, seeing Lazara quiver, she smiled. For several minutes she played with and teased the delightful pink oriel, partly amusing herself, but never losing sight of the fact that she was making it wetter so the sheik would be able to fit his cock inside. With what seemed like a certain indifference, she pushed her forefinger into the heatedly slushy wetness of the dusky woman's vagina, laughing out loud as she saw how hungrily Lazara's cuntlips sucked on her finger. It was obvious Daryn Purcell had really done a good job of teaching this girl.
Sheik Ibn Ibrahim watched ecstatically as Marilyn continued preparing Lazara's beautiful pussy for him. He was used to this, since one or another of his concubines always prepared another concubine or even one of his wives for him. Her other hand was still gently rubbing his extended phallic lance. She was making it ready, she had said, and as far as the sheik was concerned, Marilyn Clayborne was worth any four members of his harem, and that included all four of his wives. Now, as he watched, almost in a trance, the yearning ache in his swollen testicles almost unbearable, Marilyn slipped her finger out of the oozing pussy. She stared at it thoughtfully for a moment, watching as it continued to leak. Then as if it were some kind of ceremonial doing, she gripped the sheik's cock all the more tightly as she brushed the head with Lazara's pussy juices.
Lazara had once more tightened the ring of her lips around Ahmed's penis and was resorting to the steady up and down movement. Once the moaning boy had dribbled out a seeping quantity of his own oily lubrication, but how his testicles were swollen into a tightly unyielding clump. Lazara was so engrossed in what she was doing, several moments went by before she realized Marilyn's fingers were once again probing into the wet depths of her dripping slit.
This time Marilyn was merely prying apart the luscious pink lips of Lazara's cunt. She had placed her thumb against the inner left labius, and her fingers pushed against the right one, and she began spreading. Little by little the lips widely parted, forming an oval, then an eggshape, and then an O into which the excitedly aroused Sheik Musa was preparing to thrust his hard penis.
The sheik leaned forward and introduced his phallic tip into the honeyed sweetness that was Lazara's cunt. Slowly he began pushing his penis into her, enjoying the way her pussy sucked on his cock. It was as tight as the fourteen-year-old concubines he had back home.
His hard prick was halfway into her before Lazara realized what was happening. She arched her back gratefully as the entire length of the sheik's solid penis stretched itself delightedly inside her tightness. She renewed her efforts to suck at the son's cock in her mouth as the father continued pumping her cunt. Her hands pushed between the chair cushion and the boy's asscheeks in an effort to lift and control the wriggling Ahmed.
"HHHAAANNNGGGHHH . . .OOOOOH . . . WWWAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHH . Allah be praised . . ."the boy gasped.
His outcry spurred Lazara on. At last her efforts were finally being rewarded. She had certainly worked long enough and hard enough at it, though even she had to admit it had been very pleasant work. She sucked on the entire length of the throbbing shaft, but each time she lifted her mouth she concentrated on nibbling on the head. Marilyn, still kneeling at her side, was enthusiastically cheering her on, and at the same time the sheik's well-greased phallic length continued sliding in and out of her well-oiled vaginal center.
"Aaaaaiiiii ... the boy gasped. "Mohammed be praised, I'm about to come ..."
For some reason, the inexperienced youth felt he had to warn Lazara. He tried straightening up in the chair, but Marilyn pressed on his belly, keeping him down with his buttocks thrust forward. He reached out, trying to grasp Lazara's head as it continued bobbing up and down, but the ecstatic look on her lovely face stopped him from touching her. It was as if she was high on cock, her mind psyched and away out somewhere totally beyond his or anyone else's reach. His weighty testicles were bursting and his thick cock was readying itself to release a cataclysmic deluge.
Lazara had the funniest feeling running through her body. Two orgasms were mounting in her at the same time, one stimulated by the penis in her vagina, and the other being built up by the cock in ber throat touching hidden nerve-endings in there she had never before known existed. The boy's penis was already swelling and enlarging in her mouth. She moved her puckered lips tightly downward, all the way to the base of the meaty roll, taking the head all the way into her narrow gullet, almost choking on it, but feeling delightful about the near-strangulation. She held the head there, marveling at the way it throbbed in a series of unbelievably fantastic shudders.
Sheik Musa gripped Lazara's thighs, pounding his cock ever deeper, sinking it in to the hilt. The velvety softness of her beautiful black buttocks cradled his loins and he realized she was so tight, and her cunt was massaging his cock so strongly, he was going to come in a hurry, like a puling school boy.
"AAALLLAAAHHHUUU . . . AAAKKK-BBBAAARRR . . . AAAGGGHHH . . . HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" the sheik bellowed with his fat prick rammed as tightly into the narrow orifice as possible.
"AAYYAAGGHHAARRGGHH!" the boy bellowed as he crammed the last little bit of cock all the way into Lazara's esophagus.
"UURRCCHHLLGGMMUUMMPHH!" Lazara gagged.
The explosions seemed to rip all three of them wide open. The two penises, Lazara thought very excitedly, appeared to have been programmed. The young boy's was firing with devastating power into her gullet. She didn't even have to swallow it, it was firing with such strength it went past her swallowing muscles and instantly seeped into her belly. The sheik's, at the precise moment, had thickened even more so that the walls of her narrow tunnel had been deliciously, but achingly stretched, and then less than a second later his penis was pouring a fountain of sperm into her vagina. His cock splashed forth seminal fluid in great quantity as he began expertly rercoiling and fucking into her again and again with each fresh burst.
When the sheik finished shooting into the black woman's pussy, and he pulled out, he lay back on the floor and Marilyn expertly licked him off, enjoying the taste of his seepage enormously. Lazara continued sucking on Ahmed's cock until she was certain the young boy had nothing left.
Afterward, it was Marilyn's turn, and she sucked the sheik back to hardness, while Ahmed, with the exuberance and stamina of youth, was able to grow a new erection almost immediately, and he buried his cock in Marilyn's cunt while Lazara fingered his balls the entire time. When they finally went to sleep, it was three AM.
Chapter Eight
Getting a passport proved simple for Lazara, and she used one of her day's off to go to Switzerland with Marilyn and open a numbered bank account. The IRS was one group of people who weren't going to fuck her. Enough of her salary was withheld every week, most of which she knew she would not get back. The diamond would remain in her New York safe deposit box, since she was permitted to receive up to three-thousand dollars in gifts from any one person in the course of a year without having to pay taxes on it. Not that she would bother declaring it. The last thing she wanted to do was get Mike Gersten in trouble.
By the time she returned to work, Lazara decided she ought to get her own apartment. Many of the stewardesses shared apartments with the idea that while one was on flight duty, the other would be around to guard the apartment. Lazara had no intentions of sharing her quarters with anyone. She got herself an apartment in Bellerose, which was halfway between her parents' home and the airport. Now only twenty minutes from work, she was able to sleep a little later in the morning, or take care of the seemingly endless chores one had when living alone.
It was at this time that she met her first southern lover. Duane Forest was a forty-three-year-old man with reddish-blond hair, leathery skin, four missing front teeth, and squinty blue eyes. He dressed like a garage mechanic, his clothing always rumpled and his manners always coarse. Being a southerner, he had certain natural prejudices, though this did not extend to his sex life. Even in Georgia Duane had gone out of his way to get what he termed black meat when the white girls were unavailable. During his early youth, prior to the Civil Rights movement, he had become used to getting black girls to do whatever he wished. Afterward, though many of them became independent, he still managed to get his way with those he had known, earlier. He was a man used to having black woman do as he wished, and as a result, when he saw Lazara for the first time, while on a flight from Atlanta to New York, he tried picking her up on the plane, and was treated somewhat coolly. This didn't sit too well with him.
When the plane landed, he followed her in a cab to her apartment to Bellerose, and followed her right to the door. She, unaware he was behind her, unlocked the door, went inside, but before she shut it, he had pushed his way in and had shut the door behind him.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she gasped, her eyes wide with fright.
"Ah'm here t'get me a li'l piece of black tail," he told her. "Now ah know you no'thern nigras do things different from the way we do 'em where ah live, so ah'll tell you right now, ah don't 'spect somethin' fer nuthin'."
"You prejudiced white honky bastard," she snapped at him through gritted teeth. "Who the hell do you think you are, forcing your way into my apartment and treating me like some goddamned whore?"
"Whoa!" Duane told her. "Ah know an ain't got much manners, and ah don't deny ah'm prejudiced, 'cause that's the way ah was brought up and ah can't change the thinkin' that was pumped into me. Y'all can call me any names y'want, and y'can even hate me. But seems ah got so used t'black tail where ah lived, ah discovered it was sexier than white ass. Now ah'm hooked on it. Ah got a lotta money, a lotta money. Ah make mah livin' ownin' a couple of slaughter houses, an' a can pay. You happen to be jus' about the prettiest little black poon ah ever seen. Now y'don't have to like me to screw fer me. Most of the black gals where ah come from never liked me, but they gave me their pussies all the same. With you, ah'm willin' to pay."
"You bland-faced, ugly son of a bitch," Lazara said to him. "Before I'd have anything to do with you, I'd make you pay me a hundred dollars for every black girl you ever raped."
"Shoot! That'd come to quite a lotta money, all right. But ah'll tell y'what. You tell me how much yer payin' rent on this place, and ah'll pay the rest of yer lease fer you."
"You just get out of here," Lazara snapped. "I don't want your money, and I don't want you." "Shoot! Honey, ah know ah'm a southerner and ah know ah'm prejudiced as all hell, but ah'm an influential southerner. You force me t'waik outta here without my gettin' some of that pussy of yours, and ah go to certain friends of mine who know the heads of the airline, and before y'know it, you'll be out on your keester. Iff'n y'don't believe ah can do it, you just go on an' tell me t' git outta here again." Lazara's eyes were now wide with horror and disbelief. Her face was quivering and tears began to flow from her large brown eyes. Her trembling lips tried to speak, but she knew full well that this ugly man was telling her the truth. The man was smiling at her, knowing he had her, now. By God! Now she was calming down and starting to behave like the poon-tang he knew back home. Even with a northern veneer these blackies were all alike.
"Why?" she gasped. "I never did anything to you. Why are youi coming after me this way. There are plenty of black women you can pick up on Forty-Second street who'll be more than happy to accommodate you."
"Shoot, honey, ah don't want me a dose of the clap. You're a nice, clean li'l airline hostess, and your just the kinda nigra that appeals t'me. Like ah say, y'all don't have t'like me, jus' fuck fer me. Ah ain't unreasonable. Jest so y'don't even wanna start hollerin' rape, ah'll pay the freight, cause ah'U be stoppin' in once every couple of months, and ah want you handy, so ah figure if ah pay fer this here place, y'll stay here. Ah don't know what rent your payin', but knowin' New York like ah do, it'll be a lot. So ah'll figger y'have a three-year lease, and yer payin' three-hunnert-and-fifty a month. Since ah don't believe in checks, ah'm givin' you fourteen-thou even. That'll cover all the rentV
He dug his hand into an inside pocket and pulled out a fat wallet. Then he began counting out thousand-dollar bills, dropping them one by one on the hall table.
Lazara was actually paying two-hundred-and-eighty-five a month, and she knew she was coming out way ahead, because the money she would have been forced to put toward her own rent was now going into her Swiss bank account.
"Le's go!" Duane said, and he pushed her further into the apartment, toward the door that was obviously the bedroom.
He felt the power flowing through him more strongly than ever. It was his first trip north, and he was going to do with a little northern Negro girl what he did with all the blackies down south. She was just as scared of him as the others. In his own twisted mind he was certain the fear was something inbred into all blacks. He would be fortunate in never meeting Daryn Purcell, because Daryn was the kind of man who was frightened of no one. He had already flattened more than eight prejudiced honkies, including two longshoremen, and three truck drivers.
Sobbing, trembling, shuddering with fear, the helpless stewardess stumbled into the bedroom with Duane Forest shoving her all the way. Once they were inside the room, he turned her to face him, saying, "Le's see how them black lips taste, baby!" He gripped her shoulders and pulled her against him, pressing his toothless smile against her lips, crushing her against his aroused and fevered body. He began kissing her almost as if he intended swallowing her face. Lazara felt his large, greedy hands cupping the fullness of her rounded breasts through the thick fabric of her jacket and blouse. Despite the desperation of her helpless plight, she discovered her treacherous body was already beginning to react with a stealing warmth that left her almost limp and boneless.
"Ummmfff . . . uuuggghhh . . . stop kissing me . . ." she gasped. "You stink, you terrible man . . ."
She tried squirming away from him, pulling back, and the man leaned down and wrapped his arms around her knees and lifted. In an attempt to keep herself from falling back, she fell forward, tumbling over his shoulder, and though the man was slender he was strong and lifted her with no trouble whatsoever. He walked over to the bed, leaned forward, dumping her lovely form on top of the bedspread. Then instantly crouched over her body, his wide, toothless grin making him look like an herbivorous dinosaur about to pounce on a tasty green bush. He tore his jeans and shirt off, then suddenly yanked the hands from her trembling front and proceeded to tear her clothing off.
"Before y'start screamin"bout the fuckin' uniform, ah'll pay y' fer that, too," he told her, and took his wallet out again and dropped three crisp new one-hundred-dollar bills on the nearby night table.
Lazara lay there, stark naked, shuddering as his hungry eyes roamed over her ebony form. She sobbed, then suddenly gasped as he hurriedly removed his own clothing, throwing everything in a heap on the floor. She stared at his long, white penis topped with the almost-brilliantly red glans.
"Don't you dare stick that thing in me," she gasped.
"Y'know somethin'," he told her. "Though ah admit ah've raped hundreds of blackies, ah never once stuck mah cock in one of 'em till they all but begged fer it. Ah'm gonna treat you the same way. Ah'm gonna make you beg for the ol' dong before I push it into you."
"I'll never do that," she insisted. "Oh yes y'will. Ah know mah women. You're one of them hot bitches that can't control herself after awhile. So ah'm gonna start suckin' on that pussy y'have hidden under that black bush till you beg me t'fuck you. Believe me, you'll beg!"
"Don't come near me," Lazara gasped, her voice choking as he all but fell on her, his hands pushing between her thighs, clamping themselves on her inner thighs and pushing them open. Her eyes were wide with horror, and Lazara struggled to close her legs, but the blond man was too determined.
"Y'know," he told her. "If you scream loud enough, maybe some of the neighbors'!! hear you, and they'll come to see what's wrong, and ah can tell 'em how you lured me up here, took all that money what's layin' in the front hall, then tried to git me outta here. They'll call the police, and it'll all go down on the police blotter that your a nice li'l black whore."
"What did I ever do to deserve you," she wanted to know as she lay there on the bed watching his tongue circle his sensuous lips in nervous anticipation of the oral ravishment of her lushly hair-covered vagina.
Leering at the pink moist flesh of her shamefully naked vagina as it barely shone through the hair, he told her, "Honey, you ain't never been lapped until Duane Forest has given your pussy a good eatin'. Ah'm gonna show you what it's really like to have an expert feed on that sweet li'l ol' twat of yours."
Lazara groaned, knowing she was helplessly in this man's clutches, and what really bothered her was the fact that her body was all atremble, inwardly looking forward to what was going to happen. Even her inner mind was laughing a little, thinking that here was this bigoted southern scum kneeling before cunt, on the bed, ready, without realizing it, to pay homage to her by licking her pussy. Although the idea of being touched by this southern-fried prejudiced son of a bitch didn't appeal to her, if he was going to force her into anything, as far as she was inwardly concerned, this was the best thing. She was inwardly shudder- ing with unwanted arousal, feeling the parting of her lush pubic hair, followed by the slow drawing apart of her inner labia, the naked exposure of her wet vaginal slash now exposed to his red-rimmed eyes.
Lazara tried to inwardly regain some control over herself, thinking she might eventually take command of the situation. Now he was kneeling closer between her trembling ankles, and she felt herself incapable of movement, feeling almost like a hypnotized bird watching the approach of an anaconda. The part of her that was repelled by this ugly man began shouting all kinds of warnings, but she managed to ignore them and forced herself to lie still.
Duane's eyes hungrily stared with licentious desire at the thick black triangle of pubic hair. He was moving, almost reverentially, slowly, putting his hands on her knees and forcing them even farther apart. Then he kissed her inner thighs, feeling the wantonly open stewardess tremble.
"Do you have to waste so much time?" she gasped. "Just do what's necessary," she snapped, exulting in the tingly feeling running through her, realizing that the more she taunted this man, the more certain he was to take his time, and the more thrilling he would make it for her. "Get it over with!"
"Hey, jigaboo, ah don't cotton to no one tellin' me how feat pussy. When it comes to cuntlappin', everyone else inna world holds second place to ol' Duane Forest. That's mah name, an' don't you fergit it. Duane Forest."
Lazara felt his heatedly eager lips now tracing patterns on her other thigh, the quivering heat of his salacious tongue tracing a galvanically wicked path across the nakedness of her dark flesh. He forced her thighs to spread even wider and raised her knees a little by putting her ankles on his shoulders. She purposely let her feet slip down to his thighs, and he left them there. With the toes of her right foot she found herself touching his thick penis, and when she tried removing her foot he gripped her ankle and said, "Jes' leave it there, honey. Ah like it. Feels goodV
The flat of her foot was now pressing against the length of his cock, and Lazara shut her eyes in the depths of despair and disgust, only to open them immediately when his finger once more began poking at her vaginal lips. She jumped as if he had touched her skin with a livewire.
Duane moved farther forward, his face inching toward the gently trembling folds of her shuddering vagina. He used his thumbs to peel them back all over again after tugging the hair aside, and he stared into the inviting pink cavern of softly sensitive flesh now spread completely open to him. He had seen a lot of cunt in his time, but each time he looked at a different one he had to admit it really intrigued him. Yeah man! This was one nice- looking cunt, among the best, and he had seen a lot of them, he sure had. No wonder she kept it covered with such a bush. It was one gorgeous pussy.
He stared at it for a very long moment then expertly moved his head in and down, his long pink tongue darting hungrily and deeply into the sweet well that was her wetly pulsing vagina.
"Ohhhhh . . . hhhuuunnnhhh!" the trapped stewardess gasped, realizing the man had an educated tongue, all right. It was so good, if she allowed him to continue for any length of time and he didn't make her climax, she was smart enough to know she probably would beg him to fuck her. She struggled, trying to sit upright on the bed. "Don't do that," she told him. "I don't want it. I don't want you. I don't want anything to do with you. Just take your money and leave."
But Duane was already committed to his course of action, and gripping her buttocks, pulled so that she was lying flat out on the bed and his face once again sank into the dripping porousness that was her vagina. His tongue already was flicking back and forth against the tiny erect bud of her rigidly swollen clitoris, and she realized this man knew how to munch pussy, all right.
"Stop it!" she gasped at him. "I don't . . . uhhhhh . . . want you to do this ..."
She was able to feel every sensual thing the greedily sucking southerner was doing to her vagina. His hands were squeezing and massaging the rounded cheeks of her buttocks and inner thighs. His lips ... now more than eager to continue ... were sucking, licking, sipping and drinking the oils from her twitching vagina. Sparks of unwanted delight were blistering their way through her ravaged nerve-endings. Then, without warning, his tongue ... heatedly quivering with a thrilling life all its own ... pushed its way into the deepest part of her open cunt until, like a wet, slimy penis, it was lodged in the quivering vaginal tunnel.
"Gggaaaaggghhh! Please ... no more ..." she gasped, writhing helplessly beneath him. "No more . . . uhhhhh ... no more . . . stop ... I don't want this . . . hhhaaannnhhh . . .it's horrible . . . please . . . please . . . ohhhhh . . . hhhuuunnnhhh . . . aaannnggghhh ..." This last was spoken even as her loins, without her wanting them to do so, thrust up eagerly to meet the bigoted man's voracious mouth.
Her body began responding instinctively, vibrantly twitching with a convulsive determination to escape the continuing oral outrage, if only to protect herself, for soon she would be so aroused she would indeed be begging him to finish her with his penis. Her hips pulled down into the mattress, grinding back and away as a morass of shame and guilt began welling up in her, for she realized he was too strong, and her cunt was indeed falling under his influence whether she liked it or not. He was using his tongue on her dripping vaginal well so licentiously she was losing what little control she had left.
"Huuunnnggghhh ..." she gasped, fighting desperately to keep her senses under control, unable to stop from acknowledging the sensual twinges of desire needling their way through her, stabbing at her with explosive power, subverting her body to the man's sadistic desires. She knew now that it was hopeless. She was already going insane because of the way this bigot was lapping her pussy, and if he stopped before she came, she would indeed give in to him and beg to be fucked. Staring down the length of her body, between her legs, she saw his eyes staring above her black hedge of pelvic hair, looking at her with a certain sadistic satisfaction while his hungrily sucking mouth and heatedly stabbing tongue labored at the widespread slash between her thighs as he made the loudest, noisiest, most obscene, wet sucking sounds.
Duane's eyes remained fixed on the beautiful stewardess's contorted face, his tongue continuing to lance unendingly into the depths of her creaming vaginal abbey. He saw the tears coming to her eyes as tears came to all the eyes of women who fought him while he sucked their cunts, for they realized beyond the shadow of a doubt that he had won ... as he always did. Her body was already on her side.
His tongue continued probing between her blood-swollen vaginal lips, licking up and down as well as in and out. Sometimes he'd use the oral organ like a cock, fucking it back and forth, and other times he'd flatten it and rub it against her creaming slash, tickling her clitoris. He listened with delight to her whimpers of agonized pleasure as he gripped the tiny bud between his lips and pulled and sucked. Gripping it firmly, he ran his tongue around and around it, washing the tremblingly sensitive flesh, massaging it into fiercely pulsing erection. There was an involuntary jerk of her pelvis as she began grinding up at him in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his continually arousing tonguing. Her spinning head was now flailing from side to side as new sounds of thrilled delight tore themselves from the depths of her quivering body.
Duane pulled back a little. Now his tongue slowly and deliberately licked the edges of her crisp ebony pelvic curls, then his thumbs tugged them aside to expose the entire pinkiy glistening slit of her dripping vagina. He began breathing against her clitoris, and even the expulsion of his heated breath sent a series of visible tingles charging through the nakedness of her dusky body.
Her body began quivering and jerking as once more the man's practiced tongue returned to the tasty depths of her sweet vaginal nave. This time he was licking with the flat of his tongue . . . like a thirsty lion lapping at a waterhole . . . the oral organ slithering from clitoris to anus, then back again. Then, once more his tongue plunged full length into the seething depths of her creaming vagina, and her head whipped round on the pillow as she wailed in desperation because of the passion tearing through her.
Reaching under her body, he raised her legs and then set them down so they were draped over his shoulders while his hands gripped her shuddering asscheeks and pulled her body even more tightly against his face.
Moans and groans of loud pleasure filled the tiny bedroom as the man hungrily crammed his lingual digit all the more deeply into the searing moistness that was her vaginal cavern.
What the helll Lazaia. thought. He was a bigoted bastard, but he sure knew how to lap a pussy. Since there was no way for her to stop the man, she might just as well enjoy what he was doing to her. Her fingers tangled in the long, unkempt strands of red-gold hair, pulling his face in tight against the steamy swamp that was her cunt.
Duane knew he had her. She was his! For the moment she belonged to him, and only to him! He had become the absolute master of this coon poon, and she was his to suck, to fuck, or to do anything else he chose.
Lazara felt incapable of moving at the moment. She felt as though she no longer even wanted to move. All there was in the whole world was this.
Her eyes looked on the lanky man as his head bobbed obscenely between her widespread thighs and her fingers urged him even closer into her simmering wetness. Her hot cunt was trembling under the continually frantic attacks of his moving tongue. Her tang filled his nostrils and he had to admit she sure smelled good all the way inside. Weren't many cunts, black or white, that smelled this good. Lordy! His swollen cock was rubbing against the bedspread and hurting the hell out of him.
The sex-maddened man breathed strongly into her vaginal depths, feeling the cheeks of her rounded buttocks clenching in his hands and then relaxing again. He pried her mahogany brown thighs wider apart and pushed his mouth solidly against the slippery wetness of her pulsating vaginal slit as she writhed about on the bed. He began diving even deeper, now, so that the soft inner lips of her vagina rimmed his nose and lips. Gripping her buttocks tightly so she was unable to escape, he continued thrusting his tongue ever deeper into her sodden vaginal folds. Lazara jerked with the hotly teasing contact, her quaking cuntal corridor continually opening and closing around his tongue like a squeezing elastic band until the man had difficulty breathing.
Now he lifted her body and began licking her anus, rimming the crinkled brown pucker and darting his tongue past the sphincter into the wet pinkness, within. He rammed his tongue deeper and deeper into her tiny nether entrance, bringing guttural moans of tormented Just from her throat. Her softly warm thighs clung to his head as he felt her excited anal flesh slip wetiy around his probing tongue as if the nibbling little hairless hole was actually trying to grab his tongue and pull it out by the roots.
The beautiful ebony stewardess was now beating her heels madly against the man's shoulders, rubbing her anxiously palpitating cunt against his grizzled face as he licked and sucked, moving his mouth back and forth between the two holes. She was aroused past the point of caring, now. She was shuddering and quaking and quivering and she needed satisfaction.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped.
"Whatcha all want, y'li'l nigger bitch?" Duane asked, lifting his head and grinning his toothless grin.
"You honky lump of crap!" she told him, trembling. "Keep sucking my cunt. That's what I want."
Still grinning widely, the blond man drove his wide-open mouth savagely downward, his lips mashing against her deliciously opened vaginal labia, tongue cramming itself deeply inside in the ultimate French kiss.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped as the man's slashing tongue plunged all the more deeply into the steaming depths of her vaginal flesh.
Duane continued his wanton tonguing of her wetly shuddering vaginal openness. His hands slid up her belly to the fullness of her ebony breasts, cupping and squeezing and pulling on them almost brutally now while his mouth and tongue continued the assault on her widespread vagina. He made obscenely anxious sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Lazara's mind with a weird cacaphony of noise. Convulsively, she clenched her hands in his gold hair as his probing tongue began again to orally shove itself into her, moving faster, faster, and then faster. He slid the oral organ through her dilating flesh, listening to the helpless air hostess whimpering unintelligibly. The man swirled and flicked his tongue around the soft, buttery interior of the deliciously foaming vagina. He pushed her smooth, dark thighs even farther apart until the whole of her flowing vaginal openness was spread wide in naked abandonment to his licentious oral ministrations. He thrust his tongue deeper, deeper, and deeper yet into the searing liqueous depths of her broiling vagina.
The helpless woman's cries of thrilled animal pleasure now filled the room. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Her brain was screaming again and again as the man continued licking and drinking from her passion-drenched vagina.
Lazara had to admit the southern scum was right. She had never, in her wildest imagination dreamed a tongue was this good. Mike Gersten had lapped her pussy that first time she had been with him, but the man wasn't anything like this prejudiced southern vermin. She hated him, hated his beliefs, hated everything about him . . . except his tongue . . . and perhaps his cock. If he was able to suck this well, she had no doubt he'd be able to fuck just as well. That maddening oral probe of his working into her simmering pussy was driving her up the wall. She was going insane.
Her hands were tightening their hold on his hair as she tugged his face even more deeply into her vaginal juncture. He allowed her to force him deeper into the palpitating simmer as his tongue reached all the way in to tickle her navel from within. His twisted nose was mashed tightly against her tiny lust-stiffened clitoris, and he felt the wetly fleshy walls of her invaded interior trying desperately to cling to his tongue as her rectal walls had tried, earlier.
Lazara writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely thrilling movement of his driving tongue until she was certain she would go insane with the sheer rapture of it all. Wow! She had to have release, and very soon. Her head continued flailing like that of a broken rag doll as she ground her seething vaginal core into the man's lusting mouth and tongue. She felt the gathering billows of her climax rising, rising, rising, and then peaking . . .
Abruptly, her entire body stiffened and Duane was overjoyed to hear the beautiful black girl cry out loud, "AAAIIIGGG . . . YYYAAANNN-GGGHHH . . . COMMMIIINNNGGG . . . UUUNNNGGGHHH . . . EEEYYYAAA RRRGGGHHH . . . CAN'T STOP . . . HHHAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Her entire body seemed to erupt beneath him, and Duane had to admit he had never seen any woman respond this way, before. Maybe these northern blackies were more sensual. This here woman was sure the most sex-starved thing he had ever seen, and he had the feeling that her lust for sex was in spite of having all the cock she wanted. Shit! Didn't these goddamn northern men know how to throw a decent fuck. Hell! He'd have to teach her that, as well..
She lay there, her entire body spasming and contorting and twisting, the cords in her neck standing out as she pulled with all her strength on the man's hair, yanking his face deeper and deeper into the sucking well of her steaming pussy.
"Oh God!" she gasped, finally starting to climb down from the thrillingly glorious climax he had fired through her. "You have yourself one helluva tongue there, you lousy Cracker."
"Ah also have me one helluva prick here, black girl."
"You suck almost as good as you say you do. D'you fuck at least as good as you suck?"
"Ah fuck even better. You just keep those black nigger legs of yours wide open, and find out what it's like to get a real he-man's cock plugged into
"I hope you aren't all talk, you southern species of feces. Fuck into me and see if you can keep that deep-south mouth shut tight so I can enjoy the
Chapter Nine
Lazara now had three regular lovers. She saw Mike Gersten twice a month, usually on a Thursday, unless his work or her period interfered. Duane Forest came to see her once a month, whenever he was in New York on business, and the two of them cursed each other out vilely while fucking, sucking and doing things people who normally loved one another would do. Then there was Daryn Purcell. He had been put on an overseas route, and he had asked for Lazara. So whenever they were in another country, Lazara spent the entire layover with Daryn.
During the next few months she met many men, and when the price was a good one, she slept with them, steadily building her Swiss bank account to almost a hundred-thousand dollars by the time the first year had elapsed. In addition, she had well over twenty-thousand dollars worth of gems, all of which were appreciating in value. She also had one painting given to her by the owner of an art museum and studio. She had taken it to an art appraiser who had valued it at fifteen-hundred dollars at the present, and probably it would be worth a helluva lot more in years to come.
Fourteen months after she had joined Trans-Universal Airlines, Lazara was invited to a party along with Daryn, Marilyn, and almost every flying member of the company. It was a party celebrating the company's thirtieth year in business, and it was being held at the huge house of the present chairman of the board, Ben Pollard. He looked like the old movie actor Minor Watson, with all white hair, a fatherly round-cheeked face, and a friendly smile for everyone, especially Lazara. The party was loud and it was long, and everyone was having a fabulous time. There were no restraints as Marilyn had been afraid there might be, since Dan Pollard was rumored to be a highly conservative man. People milled around in what looked like a huge ballroom, and they spilled over into the den, living room, solarium, and soon were all over the house. Marilyn even disappeared with Ralph Plank, the Operations V.P. who was shortly being moved up to the presidency of the company.
Pollard was moving around all night, talking to everyone, smiling at the ladies, shaking hands with all the men. He was a widower, and in his day was rumored to be quite a ladies' man. Not only was he chairman of the board, but he was also the company's major stockholder.
Lazara wore a pink dress cut very low in front with a brassiere that pushed her full breasts up very high, making them look even larger than they were, as if such a thing were necessary. At one point during the evening, while she was standing by herself near the punchbowl, Pollard approached her, smiled, and said, "May I suggest you go upstairs. Go to the room all the way at the end of the hallway. Just walk inside."
Lazara knew this was not the time to ask questions of the corporation's biggest wheel. She smiled, turned, and headed for the front hall. When she got there, she mounted the stairs that were covered with red velvet carpeting and walked to the end of a very long hallway. She entered what she knew was the master bedroom, an ornate room with a massive bed and old, almost Victorian furniture.
Less than five minutes later, Ben Pollard walked in.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
"It's lovely" she told him.
"How would you like to live here the rest of your life?" he asked, taking her completely by surprise.
"Me?" she asked. "Mr. Pollard, I'm just a stewardess."
"You're also a woman, a highly attractive woman, and you have the singular quality of being both beautiful and black."
"Black is a requisite?" she asked.
"For a reason," he nodded. "The important thing is, you follow orders for a short period of time. I assure you it will be a very short period, afterwhich you'll be giving the orders."
"Mr. Pollard, a girl has the right to know just what it is she's getting herself into. I have no idea what kind of orders you'll give."
"There'll be times I'll want you to do things you might not want to do," he told her. "But at no time will I ask you to do anything that might disgust you. Nor will I ask you to endure any permanently damaging pain."
"Only temporarily damaging pain?" she mused.
"You look like an extremely intelligent woman," he told her. "I'm giving you an opportunity to climb out of the rat race once and for ail." "Why me?" she wanted to know. "It will all become very clear to you in the not-too-distant future. You have my word."
"Mr. Pollard, do your worst."
"In private, you can call me Ben. Now undress!"
"Here? Now? With the door open and the light on?"
"Yours is not to reason why," he told her, and she knew that any more questions would be foolish on her part if she wanted to continue the charade he was beginning.
Smiling, she undressed, and the white-haired man walked over and began caressing her chocolate body. He lowered his head and began sucking on a nipple, sucking at the growing black bud gently as he began easing her naked body to the carpet. She didn't understand why he had chosen her. He had the chance to pick up just about any stewardess at the party, and black or white, as far as she was concerned there were some prettier than she. Why had this man selected her? He didn't seem the type to have a fetish for black flesh. When he kissed her mouth, she felt a familiar tingling charging through her body, and she ran her fingers through his white hair, pressing him all the more tightly to her.
Pollard lifted his mouth from hers, smiled down at her, and nodded, saying, "Yes, you'll do admirably. You're young, eager, willing, and quite capable of pleasing me. You're exactly what I want."
She whimpered with lust, not understanding what strange power there was about this old man that aroused her, but he surely did. Her painted red fingernails lightly tickled the nape of his neck, and then she was undressing him. It took awhile, but he was soon as naked as she in the brightly lit room, and he was pressing the hardened tip of what was still a formidable penis against the black silken jungle of her vaginal hairs. The man inhaled the sensuous odors of her perfumed flesh and he felt the warmth of her palm swarming over the head of his hard cock. He crushed his mouth against her full lips, plunging his stiffly wet tongue into the unresisting open heat of her sucking mouth.
Screaming for release as tiny fired of excited passion danced over her dusky flesh, her body began quivering and jerking upward against him, completely oblivious of the fact that anyone might walk in on them at any time. She knew he was doing this with the door open and the lights on to test her total obedience to him. Just why he was so set on having her was something she didn't know, but believed him when he said she would indeed eventually find out.
Her squeezing hand was wrapped tightly around the old man's throbbing penis, milking the pulsing shaft to where it swelled to greater heights of lusty excitement, though her dazed and swirling mind continued questioning why she was so willing to obey this man blindly. It was a hunch, and her hunches almost always paid off. For some reason this old man's hot, flaccid penile skin that she pulled back and forth over the helmetlike head was more sensuous and arousing than even Daryn Purcell's cock, and Daryn had, until now, been the most all-around sensuous man she knew. True, Duane was able to outlap him, but Daryn was better in every other department. Even so, this nakedly aching cock was so stimulating, and she knew it was eager to fuck her, and so she was eager to be fucked by it.
"Yes indeed," the white-haired man whispered in her ear as her softly milking hand slid over the smooth, rubbery head of the throbbing twitching phallus. It was a wonderful cock, all right, and he had selected her to be the recipient of it.
Ben Pollard was well aware this woman wanted to be solidly fucked. His hands wandered all over her perfumed flesh, enjoying the feel of her, thrilling to her satin skin. Everything about her was delectable.
Pinching and pulling at her voluptuous nakedness, his hand glided swiftly to the pink slash hidden under the growth covering her pelvis. Tingling, aching for the old man's touch, the pink-ly flaccid lips involuntarily spread themselves beneath her curling hair and allowed his seeking ringers into the heatedly damp crevice to brush against the already erect bud of her pulsating clitoris. It felt so good, so very good.
"I like everything about you, Lazara," the old man whispered. "As a matter of fact, I've been looking at your records since you've been with the company, and it's quite good. That's neither here nor there. I've also spoken to many other people about you, and from what they've told me, you're just the person I want. You're strong-willed, and given the power, you won't be deterred by a lot of foolish people."
"The power?" she asked.
"As I said, you'll discover what I'm talking about all in good time. In the meantime, I'm glad you're such a lovely woman because you can alleviate my loneliness and probably be the companion I've been needing for some time, now."
Together they rose and sat on the bed, she, still gripping his penis, tugging on it with licentiously rhythmic strokes. She teased his phallic lance again and again.
Pollard reached down and took her fingers from his pulsating penis. He rolled her over on the bed so she lay face-down. It was a gentle handling, but at the same time he was letting her know he was the master and she was definitely the slave. She would do just about anything he wished.
Still not understanding what the white-haired man had in mind, she let her face rest on the pillow of the bed. A burningly salacious ripple shot through her from the top of her spine down to the backs of her trembling thighs as she felt the man climbing onto her body. Considering his age, his body was still very firm, and his solidly firm penis was dragging itself against the insides of her thighs.
At first she thought he might want to fuck her dogstyle, and simply lay there, letting him plan the next move. The penis slid along her trembling flesh, leaving a path of salacious desire in its wake. The pinkly wet lips of her seething vagina opened without her willing it to happen, expecting to be met by the massively jerking penis, but a moment later those inner lips were disappointed when the upward moving phallic staff didn't penetrate.
Lazara bit her lower lip and raised the upper part of her torso, balancing herself on her elbows so that her breasts swayed helplessly beneath her. She gasped as the heated rubbery tip slid to the long dark crevices that separated the quivering dark-brown orbs of her never-before-penetrated buttocks. Lazara suddenly understood exactly what the man intended doing. Once, twice, a third time the stone-solid shaft pushed at the damp crevice of her anus, searching for an entry through the tiny elastic ring hiding between her perspiring orbs.
No one had ever done that to her, before.
She was submitting to his demands because an inner voice told her it would be highly beneficial in the long run, but she remembered him saying something about not wanting to do any permanent damage to her, and now she knew why.
Without realizing it she was breathing heavily as she felt the swollenly twitching penis probe at her rubbery sphincter, slowly pushing against her virginal anus as if searching for the key to open the narrow orifice and force her to accept the sadistic intrusion.
Pain charged through her as he pushed, and with it, a sense of pleasure. It circled through her entire quivering body as beads of perspiration poured off her. Each confusing thought of the two words that contradicted one another cued her tiny, narrow sphincter and it clenched and unclenched in time to the way her heart was beating, seeming to grasp at the burning red tip of the old man's throbbing cock and pull it toward her untouched opening. She heard him grunting and groaning, then suddenly felt him throw his arms around her, grabbing her firmly jiggling breasts, pulling her up and around to face him.
"You're too tight," he told her. "We need to make everything smooth and oily for a good fit."
At first she didn't quite comprehend what he meant, but the obsessed look in his shining eyes almost instantly let her know what he wanted as he pushed her face toward his groin.
"Hurry up!" he commanded, and the helpless woman knew there was no way for her to refuse what he wanted. Cautiously she parted her full lips and eased her tongue out of her mouth. The perns was big, though not as big as others she had known. Still it was big enough for the man to be proud of what he sported.
Lazara felt ridiculous. Here was a man about to sodomize her, and in order to help him carry out his perverted desire, she was about to suck on his penis and lubricate it to make it fit that much more easily into her asshole.
"You know it'll hurt if you don't make it nice and slippery," he insisted. Yes, she knew.
Letting out a soft moan that let him know her body needed satisfaction too, she flicked her long pink tongue all the way out to wet the burning tip with her own saliva. Guided by the old man's hands, she quickly ran the length of her tongue along the heatedly pulsating penis. His skin had a sweetish taste to it. As if detached from reality she continued to lap at the twitching shaft, and then made a ring of her lips and began sucking three quarters of it in and out, in and out. She wondered if she was becoming a depraved sex maniac.
"Jesus!" he groaned, and suddenly pushed her away, turning her body onto its belly again and forcing her to lie on the. bed with her bumcheeks up in the air.
"I have this thing for ass-fucking," he gasped. "It's my only real weakness. I'm certain you'll be able to put up with it for a little while, just a little while. When it's all over and done with, you'll understand why, and you'll be glad you did."
Lazara knew the old man had almost come in her mouth, and she trembled, wondering what his sperm tasted like. All the cocks she had sucked had each given off a different-tasting sperm. There were those women without discerning taste buds who thought all semen tasted the same, but Lazara knew different. Each man had his own taste, just as his body had its own scent.
Once again he was pressing the large red knob against her anal opening. It was definitely too big to fit in there. If she had any brains she wouldn't even allow him to try. She rotated her upthrust hips frantically trying to escape the probing phallus. All this managed to do was lodge the wetly burning tip in the elastic opening of her previously untouched rectum. The tip was wet, oily with her saliva, but she was certain she still would not be able to take it.
The man was reaching under her now, feeling between her thighs, seeking, finally finding the bud of her clitoris. She gasped at the exciting touch of his fingers on her delicate bud, and this made her jerk her buttocks up and back, feeling the heatedly pointed tip probe just a little deeper into her defensively tightening anus. Oh no! He was forcing it in. . . unnnnnhhhh. . . still. . . the finger felt so good. . . aaannnhhh. . . no. . . no. . . no. . .
"Hhhuuunnnhhh! AHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped out loud, wanting him to stop but unable to move away. Her swollen man-in-the-boat had become the ruling point of her body at that moment. It seemingly guided her physical being, uncaring about her mental refusal. Her body ached for sexual gratification any way it was able to receive it.
Now, against her will, her frightened buttocks were relaxing, and without hesitation her tiny sphincter loosened its tenuous grip on the organ trying to plumb her defenseless rectum.
She waited, holding her breath. A second went by, then two seconds, then a third, and then the pulsing penis slowly began pushing forward.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhh. . . uuunnnggghhh. . . " she gasped in stifled and pained breaths and shook her roundly smooth asscheeks, making the delighted black orbs feel as if rapid shots of heated sexual lightning were blasting through her trembling body. God! It was the first time she felt that sex was a wantonly obscene and perverted thing as the swollen penis continued pushing against her defenseless anus. It hurt! Oh Lord! Did it ever hurt! The head of the penis was nearly inside the elastically widening doughnut of her anus. It was stretching her, hurting her, and perversely, much as it hurt she didn't want it to stop. . . not really.
"Hhhuuunnnggghhhaaarrrggghh! AHHHHHH! OHHHHH!" she moaned with a mixture of masochistic pain and ecstatic pleasure. "Stop! For the love of God! It hurts!"
She jerked her quivering black buttocks to one side, then jerked them to the other in an effort to stop the burning pain that got hotter and hotter as the old man pushed his writhing hips forward with a choking grunt. The pain! It was becoming much too much, more than she had expected, and she howled as her upraised buttocks wriggled helplessly in a vain attempt to get away from the strong plumbing of the narrow channel between them.
Obscene, sex-ridden thoughts burned through her brain, and she began sobbing uncontrollably as she realized that in spite of the pain, she was fast learning to love this newly discovered method of fucking.
The old man smiled as he listened to her whimpering sobs. It had been a long, long time since he had ass-fucked any woman, and this was his first affair with a black woman, but he smiled, knowing she was exactly what he wanted to make certain the airline remained solid after he died. He knew this was a level-headed woman, acquainted with all the people who ran the various planes as well as members of the ground crew. He also knew "that she had become friendly with certain office personnel, including Ralph Plant, the future president of the airline. She would be a steadying influence where it counted, but more important, she would be an overpowering influence, as well. She was going to be his big surprise when the next board of directors meeting came around. Not one to waste time, he had already had certain transfer papers drawn up by his attorneys, and ail that was needed was the name of the person to whom he was doing the transferring. He thought about all this as he continued pushing his penis into her ravaged anal channel.
It hurt! It hurt! That was all the poor woman was able to think of. The massive penis sank another agonizing millimeter into her tightly clasping anus, stretching it beyond all limits of endurance. She was going to be split open like a musk melon.
"Help me!" he gasped. "Push back, and you'll find the pain ending that much sooner."
Pushing slowly, painfully backward, the lusting black woman in her masochistic passion tried fitting more of the stump of thick cock into the tightness of her squeezing rectum. Her heartbeat registered a steady thump ... thump ... thump ... thump of continual agony as she pushed her buttocks onto the rigid shaft.
The millionaire did his best to match the pressure of her backward thrusting hips. He slowly slid his solidly aching cock continually forward, sinking it deeper and deeper into the ravaged narrowness. He, himself, felt a certain amount of pain as her tight rectum squeezed the thickness of his thrusting penis. God! He'd never fucked anything this tight in his life, before. His cock felt bigger and thicker than it had ever previously felt, and he was afraid of dying ahead of time with ecstatic desire.
Helplessly skewered by the solidly rotating cock, Lazara was certain she would be split in half and moaned again. But even as she moaned, she felt the pain beginning to recede in her rectum, and the strangely lewd sensations she had felt building within her was mounting higher and higher. Obscene desire was building to greater heights, and the pulsing in her cunt was no longer agony but pure lust. All the while the old man continued rubbing his titillating finger against the extended nodule of her clitoris, building unbelievable pressure.
She almost eagerly obeyed him when he pulled at her slender thighs, now forcing her to lie flat on her belly instead of kneeling with her buttocks frantically waving in the air. The solidity of the mattress and the savage hardness of his plunging penis all engulfed her shuddering inner self at the same time. Her licentiously maddened nerves rippled with wave after wave of sensuously wild torment as her slowly undulating hips now pulled the thickly probing penis ever deeper inside her tugging rectum and colon. When his hard pelvis smacked against the black orbs of her buttocks, and his pelvic hair brushed against her anal pucker, she knew he was all the way in as her firmly round breasts pushed all the harder into the mattress. Her trembling asscheeks would spring back to life when he pulled away from her, and then abruptly flatten again when he drove his massive pole all the way into the clinging depths of her hairless little asshole. The pain had now completely faded away, replaced by an insatiable and fiery desire, as she wished for more of the stabbing, thrusting penis. "Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" she gasped as he pushed his cock right back into the tortured depths of her rectum. "Harder! Harder! Ben, fuck me harder!" she gasped.
"I knew you'd like this," he gasped. "I knew you were the kind of girl able to adapt to anything."
As far as Lazara was concerned, all that counted in the world at this moment was the man's continually lustful sodomizing of her body. The old man's cock had widened her elastic hole until he had an almost-easy entry. His hard cock slid in and out all the more rapidly as his colorless seeping seminal oils continued lubricating the ravaged passageway.
Out of control with insane desire, the lovely Lazara's slender calves now shot up at a ninety degree angle to her thighs and flailed insanely on either side of her. Her spastically twitching body loosened her ravaged anus even more, allowing the depraved sodomist to slam another solid blow against the trembling cheeks of her shuddering buttocks while driving every last little inch of his lasciviously maddened penis deep into her savagely raped bowels.
She winced painfully at the sudden masochistic pleasure still shooting through her trembling body and groaned softly. A cock in her ass felt good, really good. She wanted him to go on and on and on.
Flat on her belly, she gasped as her black perspir- ing buttocks bucked spastically in the air while the old man slammed his massive cock into her tightness with what little strength he had left, fucking her like a crazed hound.
"Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me!" she gasped, exciting herself to the ultimate breaking point. "IIIIII'MMMMMMMM. . . COMMMIII-IIIINNNGGGUUUHHH. . . AAARRRGG-GHHHNNNGGGHHHH!" she bellowed as the pressure from the mounting balloon of rapture bloated itself with inner desire as the release took place. She was having both, a clitoral orgasm and a rectal orgasm at the same time.
The balloon of desire within her burst as she quivered spasmodically, throwing her helpless legs out to the sides and the thrilling electric shocks of climax blasted through her tortured mind. Snapping like a snake whip, her curvy body convulsed with the overpoweringly brutal climax as it hit at the very center of her being.
Ben Pollard felt the raw, burning liquid of her inner oils spewing from her jerking vagina onto his hand as it rubbed viciously at her swollen clitoris. He was pleased she was able to attain an anal orgasm, but he had not yet come, so her "duty" was not yet quite completed.
His two hands quickly sought her well-rounded hips as he drew her roughly to him, while at the same time he leaned back and watched his lancing phallus, making certain it would not come out of her ravaged backside until he was done with her.
Dazed by the overpowering strength of her own orgasm, the helpless stewardess obediently lifted her hips as he tugged at the soft resilience of her skin. The two black moons of her ass cheeks quivered from the force of her orgasm and were separated solely by the white pipe of flesh between them pumping into her tiny pink orifice. Almost crazed with sexual excitement, never believing he would feel this way fucking a black woman, the man looked down at her trembling asscheeks, enjoying the contrast of his white cock between them.
He continually slid his throbbing cock in and out, in and out, feeling her tight asshole suck on the length of it, nursing on it, wanting to pull the sperm out of it. This aberration was his only weakness, and soon he would have no weaknesses. By catering to him without asking questions, by letting him enjoy her, and by enjoying him at the same time, she had insured what Ben Pollard had in mind.
The woman rolled and moaned, drunk with the satisfaction or orgasmic lust, slowly rolling her hips from side to side as the man continued sinking his pulsating cock in and out of her shuddering asshole. She gasped with renewed pain now that the orgasm was over, but even that quickly faded as the penis pushed and pushed, widening her ass hole once" again. Lazara relaxed her squeezing anal opening even more as the man grabbed her loosely dangling breasts and began tugging on them, forcing her to once more move her rounded buttocks against his body.
Looking at the smoothness of her flesh, he wanted her ass muscles clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, seeing that even though she had already come, she was enjoying his penis thrusting into her rectum. The rubbery walls of her tortured back cavity continued to tightly cling to his cock, driving him totally out of his mind as he drove into her vagina with greater and greater strength. Lord! That asshole of hers was tighter than any other he had ever fucked.
The tight muscles in his own flexing buttocks squeezed spasmodically as he continued smashing his white thighs against her helpless black flesh, pounding her cheeks until he thought they would permanently flatten. His hands clung to the fullness of her jiggling breasts as he kept on pulling her back, making the aroused woman feel more and more delighted as she became that much more accustomed to his driving penis. He continued thrusting, plunging, and cramming his cock into her narrow inner chamber, continually widening her sphincter muscle.
He was panting heavily with his exertions, but he wasn't worried about his heart giving way. It was the one organ in his body that was still good ... aside from his cock. Releasing her soft breasts, he brought his hands back and gripped her buttocks, tugging them apart to give himself a better view of his thrusting cock going in and out of her narrow asshole. Wow! She was so tight it was as if the inner friction was scraping the first layer of skin from his throbbing cock.
He was building higher and higher now, and knew there was very little time left as the tight skin around his rigidly thrusting phallus screamed in agony, afraid it might be scraped off by the tightly burning ring of her anus. The old man was able to hear the squeaky sounds made by her interior, feeling the pressure of her softly succulent buttocks as they slapped incessantly against his pounding stomach. Oh was this goodl He berated himself for having waited this long to enjoy this all over again. His wife had died five years earlier, and since then he'd had nothing to do with women. He had originally convinced himself that he was making the black girl do this in payment for all he was about to do for her, but the truth of the matter was, he wanted to fuck an ass again. When his wife had been alive he had been the most unfaithful of men, but when she died, he had, until tonight, been very faithful to her memory.
So good! So good! It was becoming too muchl Now it was beginning, deep in his testicles as they smacked against the hairy mat covering her pelvis and cunt. There was a shuddering of bubbling fluids, then a temporary stoppage, and the last second of self-control before the first blasts of overpowering semen burst from the aching tip of his tormented penis and spewed into her ravaged bowels.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGG-GHHHHAAAARRRGGGHHH!" he bellowed, screaming like a wild bull as he leaned back and jerked wildly against the rounded black flesh of her rounded, swollen buttocks.
Once, twice, three times, ten times, twenty times his body jerked as he fired again and again into the deeply quivering guts of the prone woman, filling her rectum and colon with the searing white fluid from his tortured testicles.
Uncounted minutes passed as he sprawled on top of her, his penis still stuck inside her, slowly wilting. He was almost unconscious, regaining his strength. Finally he was able to pull himself off her, and the two of them dressed.
"You'll notice," he told her. "Even though the light was on and the door was open, no one disturbed us. In this house no one will disturb you other than myself. I have a lot to teach you and a very short time in which to teach it all."
"What are you talking about?" Lazara asked as she rubbed her behind with tissues to take out all the dripping semen.
"Tomorrow you'll find out. I want you to move out of wherever you're living and permanently move in here. This will be your new home for as long as you wish. It, among other things, will be
Chapter Ten
For a very short while Lazara ceased to have anything to do with Daryn Purcell, Mike Gersten, and Duane Forest. No one heard from her, and everyone, including Marilyn Clayborne, wondered what had become of her. She was no longer listed as a stewardess, though she was still with Trans-Universal Airlines.
It came as a surprise to all the employees of the airline though not to the board of directors when Ben Pollard died of a cancerous tumor. What sur- deeded to you." prised the board of directors was the fact that Ben Pollard had willed everything to a totally unknown colored woman who had been living with him for a short while. He had given her huge sums of cash before he died, and he had given her all his holdings in Trans-Universal, so that she was now the major stockholder, wielding enough power to put herself on the board of directors. Since most of the men on the board were bigoted, this came as a particularly nasty surprise to them. They had expected to divide up Pollard's share of Trans-Universal between them. Pollard had had the last laugh. She had used most of the cash to pay the enormous taxes, and held onto the shares of Trans-Universal. Overnight, or so it seemed, an unknown, a stewardess, and as some of the directors indelicately put it, a black tramp, had become the head of the company.
Ben Pollard had done his work well in the short time he had remained alive. To begin with, he had explained to her concerning the various members of the board of directors, which ones were to be trusted, and which ones ... and most of them fell into this category ... were backstabbers.
Lazara slowly but surely instituted changes, making the airline more efficient, increasing the profits, and increasing the value of the corporate stock. The money she eventually inherited from the Pollard Estate, after taxes, went to buying more Trans-Universal stock, much of which was sold off by disgruntled board members wanting nothing to do with her.
Ralph Plank became president of the company, and though the man had intended remaining a perennial bachelor, Lazara suggested it might be a nice idea if he made an honest woman out of Marilyn, assuming Marilyn was willing. Marilyn was willing, and after Lazara became the most prestigious woman at Trans-Universal.
Although Mike Gersten was an adjuster for his insurance company he was also licensed to sell, and when he tried convincing Lazara to switch Trans-Universal's group insurance plan to his company, she checked out the company and told him it wasn't in the best interest of Trans-Universal to do so. Being somewhat ungrateful, he refused to resume their affair when she told him she was ready to do so.
Duane Forest was still as bigoted as ever, but he had a fondness for Lazara as a person, and she was unable to keep herself from liking the blond man. Every now and again she sported with him and always had the satisfaction of making the man go down on her, first. Whenever he called her a nigger, she called him a Cracker with a mouthful of nigger cunt hair. After a while, he got the idea and stopped badmouthing her. That was when the two of them realized fucking just wasn't as much fun, anymore. It was their mutual hate of one another that had made it all so enjoyable.
Men were constantly trying to woo her, important men, men with money and men with influence, men who wouldn't have given a damn about her when she was just an airline stewardess. As a result she "allowed" every one of them to do what Duane had always done, and she had hidden cameras taking pictures of these big corporate executives kissing her vagina. She had these photos blown up to poster size and used them to line a special room in the cellar of the mansion she had inherited from Ben Pollard.
Daryn Purcell was promoted to vice president in charge of air personnel, a new title created especially for him. This didn't ground the man, though. Hying was his whole life, and he wasn't about to give that up for anyone. Now he had to find a new trysting mate on his layovers, especially when he was out of the country, but Daryn always managed. He also managed to come to Lazara's home at least two nights a week for dinner. Lazara had to be careful because he was ultra-sensitive, and didn't want her reminding him she was responsible for his new, far more lucrative position. On occasion, just for kicks, she would dress up as a stewardess and so some flight work, though she avoided entanglements with any of the passengers.
It was on her first night following the first anniversary of her taking over as chairman of the board of Trans-Universal that she told Daryn, "You've done a great service to the company and I think you ought to know about it."
"What've I done?" Daryn asked, sitting across from her at the dinner table in the dining room in her mansion.
"You've made certain that I'll have someone to leave all this to when the time comes for me to retire."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm pregnant," she informed him.
"What? Hey, are you teliing me you're gonna have my kid, and you're gonna let the kid be a bastard?"
"That is precisely what I'm telling you. You know damn well marriage is out of the question, not only for me, but for you. We'd end up hating each other if we ever got married, even for a day."
"I know," he nodded.
"Besides," she said, smiling, "what are you worried about? How many other bastards have you sired throughout the world?"
"Hell! You know they don't count!"
"I know," she nodded. "I was just trying to find some way to celebrate."
"Well," Daryn said to her, "the only way I can think of is to try and turn the kid into twins. Wanna have a go at it?"
