Yvonne Fleming never knew why the boys nick-named her "Torchy", but she liked the name and the attention she got from them. She didn't realize how her luscious young body affected them...or did she? The tight jeans she wore that caressed her shapely ass, as well as her braless bounce, drove them crazy.
Torchy was a continual topic of conversation among the boys. They were all trying to get into her life-and into her pants...and once someone succeeded, this hot little number really began living up to her name.
"I was afraid you'd never, never talk to me again," David Rhodes said as he squeezed Torchy Fleming's hand tightly in his own. "I mean-well, not after the way I went and messed everything up for us yesterday!"
"Forget yesterday, lover!"
"No, I-I can't," the boy said. "I wasn't even aware of the fact that I was hurting you until-well, until after I had come. Some Lover!" The boy shook his head miserably. "It was a thoughtless and terrible...."
"Stop that," the sultry, raven-haired girl said, and began to quicken her pace. "The past is past, David. Besides, I think I figured out what our problem was. You were just too excited and-well, I guess I sort of panicked, too. They say that maiden voyages can be hell-especially when both of the parties are virgins. It'll be different today. You'll see. Just wait until we get to your place, lover. This time it's all going to go right for us!"
"I sure hope so," the boy said.
"You just wait, David!"
The boy was tall and slender, with a wild shock of pale blonde hair that curled over the rims of his ears. His eyes were big and bright, intensely blue-the blue of cornflowers in bloom.
A shudder of expectation raced up and down his spine. He shrugged, moaning helplessly. "I-ah, I don't know if I can wait until we get all the way home," he said. "My cock and balls-they feel like they're just about ready to explode. Really, Torchy!"
The girl's dark eyes grew bright with mirth as she gazed down at the bulge in the front of his jeans. She covered her soft, pouty lips with her free hand as she began to giggle. His cock seemed to be thrashing about like crazy, shuddering and jerking, as if it were trying to push its way out through the material that held it trapped.
"It does seem to me that you have a little problem there, David," Torchy said with a sigh.
"Little?" David said.
"The problem is little," Torchy cooed. "Not your cock, sweet man. Besides, we'll take care of that problem the very minute we get to your house. It's only a few more blocks, baby. Certainly you can wait that long!"
"I don't know," the boy moaned.
"You're sure we'll be alone for an hour or so?" the girl said. "You're mother won't come busting in or anything?"
"Don't sweat it!"
"I don't think I could handle it if she caught us, David! Not again!"
"Look, this is Thursday-and my mother always works late on Thursday," the boy said. "Something to do with the payroll at Zarta Products. I promise you, she won't get home until after seven o'clock!"
"Great-super great," the girl said, and then quickly looked around to see if anyone might be watching them before she reached over with her free hand and gave a series of quick, teasing tugs to the head of the boy's cock.
"Oh, Torchy-Torchy!"
"You like that, huh?"
"like-oh, more than that," the blonde said. "Lots, lots more!" He quicken his pace until he was almost running, and the raven-haired girl began to giggle again as he dragged her along behind him. "C'mon, Torchy. Hurry, hurry...."
"Hey, caveman," the girl cooed. "Easy-easy. This ole pussy of mine ain't going nowhere!"
"I'm not taking any chances!"
David lay sprawled out on his back on the huge, leather sofa in the basement recreation room of his home. He was naked except for his socks. Torchy was naked, too-totally and gloriously naked. She knelt down on the thick rug in front of the sofa, gazing down in total fascination at the boy's thick, hard, sputtering manhood. She curled her slender fingers around boy's thick, hard, sputtering manhood. She curled her slender fingers around the shaft near the root and began to caress it, kneading the hard, frantic flesh.
"Oh, God-Torchy," the boy cried.
"Easy, lover. We have hours and hours!"
"I know, but...." The boy's face twisted in pain, his eyes sparkling wildly with need. "Please, Torchy. Do something-anything. The pain-oh, baby, you have no idea how painful this is. I-I'll go clear out of my skull if you don't do something soon!"
"Don't you see, David-that's the mistake we made the last time?" Torchy said. "You were so worked up-so excited that all you could think about was your own needs. That's why you were so rough. You really couldn't help what happened!"
"Yeah; that makes sense!"
"This time we're going to take the edge off your needs first," the girl said. "That way we can take it easier when you put your cock in my cunt!"
"Sounds right," the boy said miserably.
The muscles in his thighs began to ripple, responding to the awesome need that expolded from his balls. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, moaning with pain.
"Easy, lover. Easy!"
"Torchy, could you, you know, maybe work your fingers up and down the shank of my prick?" the boy said. "I you have no idea how close I am!"
"Oh, I'm going to do something better than that, lover," the girl cooed. "Something that should do some really beautiful things to your head, lover. Thing like...."
She lowered her lips down against the face of his frantic pecker and then placed a long, sucking sort of kiss on the face there. "like this, David," she said. Her hot, wet tongue darted from between her polity lips and she began to swirl it all around the rim of his trembling glans, delighted with the little squeals of joyous agony that gurgled away in the blonde's throat.
"Torchy, lover, I-I...."
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," the girl cooed.
"I'm going to come, Torchy," David cried. "You'd better look out if you don't want...." He paused, groaning wildly, as his narrow hips began to sputter and buck. "Don't want my juice all over your beautiful face. I'm really close, lover. So very, very close!"
The raven-haired girl parted her lips again and then drew the head of his cock deeply into her mouth just as his orgasm hit, sending his awesome load of thick, creamy jism sputtering hotly against the wet, sucking walls of her mouth and throat. His orgasm hit again and again, and yet again, as the boy shuddered and jerked, his body thrashing about like a fish out of water.
"Torchy-oh, Torchy," he said miserably. "I tried to warn you! Didn't you hear me? Didn't you hear me tell you that I was about to-to come?"
"Oh, I heard you alright, David," the dark-eyed girl said as she allowed the boy's prick to slip from between her lips. She looked up into his face, wrinkled her nose. "Boy, is that ever bitter. Yuck...."
"D-did you-ah, swallow it?" David said.
"The whole pint," Torchy said with an impish little grin, and then wrinkled her nose at him again: "Every last little drop of that gooey mess! I loved it!" She looked deep and long into his sparkling eyes. "Well, did you like it, lover? Did you enjoy coming in my mouth? Was it everything I promised it would be?"
The boy seemed to be on the verge of tears. "Oh, Torchy, it was-ah-oh, Torchy!" His cock began to quiver again, sputtering half-heartedly. "It was fantastic. Really. Your lips, your tongue-they felt so wet!"
"Is the pain gone?"
The boy shrugged. "Yeah-most of it, anyway," he said. "But-as crazy as it might sound, I can feel it beginning to build up all over again. And fast, too! Wow, Torchy, I feel so-so turned on. Just being near you is so fantastic, so very, very beautiful!"
A touch of color came to the girl's face as she got to her feet. "Okay then," she said softly. "Let's change positions: me on the sofa and you down on your knees with your head between my legs!"
The boy's eyes grew big and round. "You mean-ah, lick you down there?" he said, and swallowed hard. "Put my tongue in your pussy and wiggle it about?"
"Yeah-right," Torchy said. "I want you to suck my cunt for me. Fair is fair! I did you...and now I want you to do me. Okay?"
"Hey; it's not that I don't want to do it, Torchy," David said with a weak little grin. "It's just that I-ah, I-I...." He allowed his words to trail off as he shrugged helplessly. "I don't know if I can!"
Anger exploded in Torchy's dark eyes. "JUST WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?" she demanded.
"Well, it means-it means that I never done it before," the boy said. "It means that-ah, that I-I...."
"That you don't mind taking but you refuse to give," the girl said. "Is that it, you bastard!"
"No-no, Torchy. Really, it's nothing like that!"
"What then?"
"I guess I'm just scared!"
"Scared of what, for pity sake?"
"I-I don't know what to do," David said. "I have no idea of how to get started!"
"C'mon, David," Torchy said in disbelief. "What kind of shuck is that?"
"No shuck, Torchy. Honest, I-I...."
"Alright," the girl said with a huge sigh. "It's really simple, lover. All you have to do is put your tongue in gear down inside my snatch. I-I'll help you. I'll guide your lips and tongue to the spot where I want them. You'll catch on to what I like. Really...."
"I don't know, Torchy!"
"C'mon, lover," Torchy cooed. "I've got some needs of my own that have to be met. Okay?"
"I'll try," the boy said miserably.
Torchy took his hands in her own, jerked him to his feet, and then eased around him and flopped down on her back against the sofa. David dropped to his knees, frowning, fear flickering in his eyes.
"C'mon, lover," Torchy said.
The boy dropped to his knees, worked his way down between the girl's trembling thighs. He hesitated for a moment, gazing down into the triangle of silky fuzz that was her beaver, and then slipped his hands down under her ripe, perky bottom. He ran the tip of his tongue over the rim of his lips, moistening them in preparation for his next move.
"Hurry, David. C'mon, baby!"
"Yeah-right," the boy said, and then swallowed hard.
Torchy closed her eyes as a look of ecstasy filled her proud, dark face. She bit down into her bottom lip as her hips began to roll ever. so slightly in undulation. David worked his shoulders down between her out-stretched legs, tightening his grip on the firm, meaty flesh of her bottom. He began to knead the flesh there, marveling at the way it seemed to sing against his touch, vibrating wildly.
"Now, David-do it now!"
Suddenly the boy lowered his lips down against her shimmering vulva and placed a quick, surging kiss on the gooey mass he found there. He hesitated for a long, long moment, as if he were steeling himself for some sort of ordeal, and then sent his tongue swirling down into the hot, wet tissue that was the dark-eyed girl's snapping cauldron of syrupy sweet witch's brew.
"Oh, David-lover!"
"It's so wet down there," the boy said breathlessly. "So hot and wet and...."
DAVID," the girl moaned. "WILL YOU PLEASE-PLEASE SHUT UP AND EAT ME. REALLY, LOVER I'M SO READY!"
"I know, I know...."
"YOU'RE STALLING, DAVID!"
"I-I guess," the boy said with a shrug.
"I'M HURTING, DAVID. HURTING BAD!"
The frustrated boy nestled his handsome face down against her crotch once again, rubbing the tip of his nose against the high, proud mound of dark, silky fuzz that was her pubic hair. He drew a tiny patch of the silky threads up into his mouth and began to suck away at it, seemingly savoring the ripe, salty taste and the raw, bubbling aroma of her musky need.
"You like that?" he asked.
"EAT ME, YOU BASTARD," the girl snorted. SUCK MY PUSSY FOR ME, DAVID. SUCK IT, SUCK IT...."
The raw and sprawling agony of the girl's fiery need was very nearly more than she could bear. Her breathing became a hot and raspy wail as the boy finally began to lip-nibble his way slowly from her pubic hair down to the shimmering lips of her quivering vulva.
"David-sweet lover!"
"Yes, Torchy. Yes, yes...."
The dark-eyed girl began to shudder, squealing with the frantic intensity of her awesome desire as the boy's lips and tongue continued downward, moving at. a snail's pace down into the waiting lips of her hungry quim. Her squeals became a low, wailing sort of groan as the blonde boy finally sent his tongue wiggling down into her love hole.
"Yes. David. That's it-that's really it!"
Torchy curled her fingers around the back of the boy's frail neck and dug her nails into the flesh there. The boy cried out in pain as she pressed his lips down tightly against her snatch. A wild, savage cry of triumph rose from the girl's mouth as her bottom seemed to explode, the ripe, perking meat there snapping wildly, sending the wet, gooey lips of her vulva raking hotly against the boy's face.
As David began to lap away at the wet, spongy tissue of her throbbing cunt, he moved the middle finger of his right hand down between the crack that separated the full, perfect demi-globes of her rump and began to trace a tight, swirling, circular pattern all around and around the rim of her anus.
That dark, forbidden hole began to pucker, snapping away like crazy in frantic response to his touch. And then the boy suddenly rammed his finger up inside that screaming little bung and Torchy cried out in joy as she found herself airborne, high above the surface of the sofa.
"Oh, David-oh-oh, God, lover," the girl cried. "You took me by surprise. That's such a strange sensation, so-so different!"
The boy raised his head up as she began to settle back down onto the sofa. He looked up into the radiant glow that filled the girl's face and shuddered with pride. "D-d-did you like that, Torchy?" he said.
"Love it, you bastard," Torchy said with a grin. "You sweet, crazy bastard!"
It took some getting use to, all those strange sensations David's finger was producing in her, but somehow the girl was able to force herself to settle down a bit. The boy grinned like a Cheshire cat at he began to bob his finger in and out, in and out of her dark, frantic hole, wiggling it about as the raven-haired girl cried out in ecstatic joy.
"Oh, David-sweet lover!"
"I-I love you, Torchy," the boy cried. "I love you so very, very much! Oh, Torchy, if-if only...." His words trailed off into a rasping sort of sigh, unable to find the words to express the frantic and confusing emotions that spread through his body. "I love you, Torchy!"
"Hey; forget that crap and such my pussy," the girl cried out in frustration. "C'mon, David!"
"Say it, Torchy," the boy pleaded. "Say that you love me. Please-I really need to hear the words!"
"Later, David...."
"Please, please-say it!"
"Oh, of course-of course, I love you, David," the girl said. "But please get your lips and tongue back against my snatch, lover. I'll go crazy if you don't!"
The boy screamed like an Apache on the warpath and then quickly lowered his lips and tongue down against the frantic mass of pulsing pussy flesh that was her love hole. He began to probe about under the thick, heavy layers of flesh at the top of the entrance to her snatch, searching for the little button of screaming pink flesh he knew lay hidden there-her clitoris, her hard, conical she cock.
"Yes, David," Torchy, cried. "Oh, yes!"
It took some doing but finally he found it, and the raven-haired girl cried out his name at the top of her voice as she wrapped her trembling thighs tightly around the boy's back and once again began to rake her dripping vulva hotly against his face.
"Suck it, David. Suck my clit, lover!"
Torchy's words very quickly became a high-pitched wall as the boy drew that magical little cone of agony between his lips and up into his hungry mouth. He locked his lips around the pulsing base, holding it securely while he sent the tip of his tongue dancing against the peak, swirling it around and around as the girl began to thrash about under him.
"Yes-yes; that's it, lover," she cried. "Yes-oh, yes. Yes, yes-YES. Suck, David-lick and suck and nibble and don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
Her slender hips bucked violently, and she really ripped out all the stops. She ground away at his face with her wet, dripping pelvis, covering everything from the tip of his nose to the base of his chin with a heavy layer of the rich, syrupy goo that was her spunk.
"David, sweet David!"
She lightened her grip on the back of his neck, drawing blood with her nails as she tried to force more and ever more of the hot, screaming agony that was her pussy up against the great, sucking wonder that was his frantically sucking lips and wild, corkscrewing tongue.
If her raking nails were causing the boy pain he did not show any sigh of it. He sucked away at her clit like a man possessed by demons, doubling and redoubling the rhythm of his lapping tongue and sucking lips.
"DAVID, I I'M SO CLOSE, LOVER," she cried.
David snorted as he ground his face against her snatch, seemingly trying to pull her girl-prick from her snatch with the suction of his mouth.
"DAVID, I-I...."
Her toes began to sputter and snap as her orgasm rose up from deep within the wild and frantic reaches of her snatch, a great and monstrous thing that soon had her whole body shaking like a tree trapped in the wind of a tropical storm. She began to cry out her joy in a voice that was ragged with the exploding spasms that ate at her flesh.
"YES, DAVID. Oh, David-sweet lover!"
Her climax moved like a whirlpool from the singing tissue and convulsing muscles of her love hole, swirling about wildly, exploding again and again-wild and scary and fierce, sucking every little patch and twitch of energy from the very fiber of her soul.
Finally the raven-haired girl fell limp.
She sighed as she allowed her legs to slip from around his back and began to push his head away from her snatch. The boy seemed to be unaware of the fact that she had achieved climax for he continued to suck away wildly at the limp little button of exhausted pink magic that was her she cock.
"That's enough, David," the girl cried. "Really, I can't take that. My clit it's too sensitive for any more. Stop, David. You must stop!"
The slim, pale blonde seemed not to hear her. Indeed, if anything, he actually seemed to increase the pressure of his sucking lips and dancing tongue.
"STOP, DAVID. PLEASE, LOVER!"
The boy continued to probe away at her frantic girl-prick, wiggling his tongue against the super-sensitive peak as the girl squirmed about under him. She tried desperately to move his head away from her snatch, tugging at his hair as she tired to jerk away from his mouth.
"DAVID, LOVER-STOP," she cried in a voice that reflected her frenzy. "PLEASE-YOU MUST STOP, LOVER. OH, GOD, DAVID, I-OR, I-I CAN'T BEAR IT ANYMORE, LOVER. REALLY, YOU MUST STOP! STOP, STOP-PLEASE STOP!"
Still the boy continued. It wasn't until the frantic girl began to beat at his head with her fists that he finally allow her tortured cit to slip from between his lips.
"Oh, David-damn!"
"I-ah, I wanted to make sure that I had it all-your orgasm," the boy said, and then shrugged to cover the sense of embarrassment that rushed through his body. "I did get it all, didn't I, Torchy?"
"Oh, yes, lover! Yes-yes!"
"You're sure?"
"Oh, yes, David you got it all, baby," the dark-eyed girl cried happily. "Boy, your lips and tongue-they were like velvet inside my pussy. Really, lover so soft and smooth and everything!"
"I'm so glad," the boy said.
He pulled his hands out from under her still-vibrating bottom and set them down on her breasts, drawing the nipples up between the webbing between his thumbs and index fingers. Those dark, angry cones began to sputter and jerk, growing hard. Soon they were alive with need, throbbing away like a bomb that was about to expolde.
"Torchy, I-I...."
"It's alright, David," the girl said. "I'm sure that it will be just perfect this time, lover!"
"Help me," the boy cried in frustration. "Please, Torchy, help me. Help me...."
Fire exploded in the girl's dark eyes as she slipped her hands down under his arms and then pulled him down on top of her. "Is that the help you needed?"
"Yeah-that's it," the boy cried. His voice was suddenly heavy with expectation. "I-I hope that's all I'll need now, Torchy. I-I really hope so!"
"Hey-relax!"
"I'm afraid that I'll hurt you again," David said. "Just like last time!"
"That's all in the past, baby!"
"It was only yesterday, Torchy!"
"No-we've both grown up a whole hell of a lot since then," .Torchy said. "There's nothing to worry about!"
"How can you be so certain, Torchy?"
"I don't know-I just am," the girl said as she gazed lovingly up into the boy's bright, sparkling eyes. "All you have to do is take it easy, lover-slow and easy!"
"I promise you, I'll do my best, Torchy," the boy said, and then swallowed hard. His cock was alive and frantic, alive with a fierce and awesome sense of need. "My very, very best! I promise!"
"Oh, David lover!"
She kissed the boy tenderly, curling her arms around his lean, muscular back as she pulled his body down tightly against her own. A rippling, little squeal of joyous pleasure rumpled wildly in her throat as she felt his cock sputter against her lean thighs, the huge, bulbous head bobbing away wildly, slapping frantically against her flesh.
Torchy's eyes were brown-a brown so deep and rich that they actually appeared to be black at times. They were black at the moment-black and bright. The boy pulled away from her mouth, looked deeply into all the warm he saw radiating from deep within those eyes.
"It's not going to be easy, Torchy," he said miserably. "I know how crazy that must sound-especially after the load of love juice I already shot into your mouth, but now-right at this very moment-I feel every bit as horny as I did when we first walked in here!"
"Would you like me to such you off again?"
"No-hell, no," David sputtered. "I just want you to know that it's not going to be easy!"
"I'm sure that it'll be alright, lover," the dark-eyed girl said, and then tooled his hair. "You just relax a little and everything will be...."
"Oh, God, Torchy," the boy cried. "I-I think I-oh, Torchy, I...."
His body grew frantically hard, trembling fiercely. He closed his eyes and raised his head, moaning in anger and frustration. His lips moved furiously but no intelligible sound came from his mouth-only the haunting cry of a wounded jungle animal struggling to free itself from a trap.
"David, what's happening?"
She felt the muscles in the boy's belly begin to sputter and jerk, snapping violently as the boy cried out her name again and again. "I-I can't hold it back," he cried. "Oh, God, Torchy-forgive me!"
His orgasm exploded, sending jism thundering from the face of his cock. He pushed away from her body, resting on his hands and knees, and his love juice spattered hotly against her belly and thighs-a dozen or more mounds of shimmering, silvery-white gunk.
"I-I couldn't help it, Torchy," he said miserably. "I tried to hold it back. Really, I I...."
"Hey-easy; it's alright, lover," the raven-haired girl said, and reached up and cupped her hands around the back of the boy's neck. "I had no idea that you were so-so ready, baby. Really...."
"You're not mad at me, are you, baby?"
"Oh, David that's crazy," Torchy said.
"Is there something I can do to make it up to you?" Torchy's eyes grew bright. "I could use a towel to dry my body with," she said with a grin.
"Oh, sure-right!"
The girl watched in vague amusement as the boy got to his feet and padded his way to the bathroom. For the first time she found herself noticing that there was something effete in the way he carried himself. He returned with a huge bath towel in his hands, looked down sheepishly at the girl and then proceeded to wipe his jism from her belly and thighs.
"I'm really sorry, Torchy!"
"No big thing, lover...."
CHAPTER TWO
Brad Taylor stood behind the bar at the Clown Lounge polishing glasses. It was nearly four in the afternoon and the first shift workers at the Zarta factory were beginning to filter their way in ones and two into the joint.
Many of them would only stay for a quick beer or two and a peek at the Go-Go girls before they went on home to supper. It was usually nine or ten at night before the Lounge really began to swing.
About a dozen men had collected near the front of the tiny stage. They leaned against it, watching the plump little red-head up on the stage as she half-heartedly rolled her more than ample hips in rhythm to a wailing rock number that blarred from the juke box.
The dancer called herself "Bubbles" and years before she had been a high-priced stripper-burlesque, but that had been thirty pounds and five kids ago. Still, there was an undeniable aura of sensuality about her. Many of the younger girls who traveled the "Go-Go" circuit with her spent a lot of time studying her movements, studying the way she used her body to excite the patrons.
"Go, Bubbles-go you sexy ole bitch," cried a short, balding man. "I swear, she moves me. She really moves me. I swear, old as she is-I've give a week's pay to have her sit on my face!"
"I hear you, man," cried another patron.
"That ole bitch could raise a hard-on on a dead man," said still another patron. "And believe me-that's a natural fact of life. Look at them fits! Look, look...." He grabbed the shaft of his cock through his pants and began to squeeze it as he gazed up at the undulating redhead. "God, if only my wife was half that much woman!"
The woman smiled out at the faceless crowd, her huge, green eyes seemingly on fire with excitement. She closed her eyes, lifting her face up toward the ceiling and began to massage the inside of her heavy thighs, raking her nails across the flesh there as she drew zigzagging patterns that moved closer and ever closer to her snatch. The spotlight seemed to explode hotly against her blood-red nails, somehow intensifying the sensual quality of the game her fingers played with her thighs. You could hear several men snort in frustration above the wild, electronic boom of the pulsing rock number.
"Oh, oh-ohhhhhhhhhh," the redhead moaned.
Brad smiled to himself, amused at the way the woman handled the tiny crowd. A strange aroma seemed to fill the lounge-call it expectation. It was almost as if each man there was in bed with the woman on the stage, that it was his fingers kneading the flesh of her thighs-his fingers moving closer and ever closer to her love hole.
Bubbles wore a haren-girl gown on stage-a mint green outfit that was see-through sheer. She had golden "pasties" fixed to her nipples and snatch and those metalic bits of paper seemed to shimmer under her gown, catching the spotlight. The redhead wore them to draw attention away from those areas of her body that carried excess poundage-her hips and middle and bottom.
The rock number ended and the woman stared out at the crowd with her hands on her hips. "Hey," she cried after a while, "isn't anyone going to feed that thing so that I can dance for you?" Her voice was low and husky, seemingly alive with the wildest sort of invitation.
Two men dashed for the juke box. The bigger of the two dug down into his pocket with one hand while he held the other man away from the machine with his free hand. After a moment he located a quarter and dropped it into the machine. "Punch A-9 and and E-7," the redhead cooed, and the man dutifully pressed the right buttons and then returned to his standing space at the front of the stage. "Thank you, lover," Bubbles said, and the man waves at her.
"Let's see some tits," the man cried.
Bubbles winked at the man and then turned her back to the crowd as the juke box groaned to life. She began to wiggle her more than ample bottom in rhythm to the new tune. Her flesh seemed to ripple and jerk, jiggling about wildly as she rolled her hips in undulation.
"Turn around," the big man cried. "Let's see some tit!"
"I'll bet you were a bottle baby," the redhead cooed at the man, and one of his friends slapped him on the back, saying that she had him there.
"TITS," the man cried. "TITS, TITS!"
The crowd made a chant of his words, calling, "Tits, Tits-let's see some tits!"
The redhead spun around and faced the crowd. She cupped her hands under her enormous breasts, began to caress them-and the crowd went wild, hooting and whistling. They began to beat their hands against the front of the stage in rhythm to the music. Bubbles fell into a bump and grind routine and the hooting and whistling became deafening.
Brad shook his head in amazement.
A half-down new patrons had entered the bar. They each purchased a beer or a shot and chaser at the bar and then carried their drinks over to the stage. Bubbles greeted each man individually-or 'seemed to. She nodded her head at the faceless shadows, grinning seductively.
"Will you look at that ole broad move," cried one of the newcomers. "Goddamn, goddamn...."
"Thank you, kind sir," the redhead cooed.
A friend of the newcomer punched him playfully on the arm and then tossled his head. "Hey, partner-she's talking to you," he said, and the first man lowered his head, embarrassed by the sudden show of attention.
"WHAT ABOUT SHOWING US SOME TIT?" cried the man who had fed the juke box. "C'MON, BUBBLES-BE A SPORT!"
The crowd agreed. "Tits, fits," they cried again and again. "Show us some tits, Bubbles!"
The redhead moved to the front of the stage, bent over with her hands on her knees and glared out at the crowd. She seemed to be looking right into the eyes of each faceless shadow in the crowd as little animal noises began to gurgle away in her throat. Her huge, billowing breasts seemed to dangle out at the men, wild with invitation.
"Show 'em to us, Bubbles!"
"Yeah, yeah-show 'em!"
"Let's see some nipple," cried one of the new-comers, and the crowd all laughed.
Bubbles orange eyebrows shot up high in mock surprise as her lips formed a wet, breathy pout. She moved the fingers of her right hand to the catch at the front of her halter, played with the bits of metal there for a long, teasing moment, and then suddenly stopped.
"Hey, Bubbles-c'mon!"
"Yeah; what kind of prick-tease deal is this?"
"What's it worth to you, fellows?" the redhead cooed.
A dollar bill appeared in a man's hand and then floated down to the floor of the stage. It was followed by another. Several quarters hit the stage, a half-dollar. Bubbles stood up and placed her hands on her hips. She glared out at the crowd, a look on her face that said she was both hurt and angered at the cheapness of those men who had not yet contributed to the cause.
"Aw, c'mon, fellows," one of the men pleaded. "Let's show the lady our appreciation!"
Another dollar bill floated to the stage, and then another and another, and yet another. The redhead sighed in mock frustration. There was perhaps seven or eight dollars on the stage at the moment more than she had a reasonable right to expect considering the time of day and all. Still, she decided to tease the crowd a bit more. After all, what could it hurt.
The song ended, a new number took its place. Bubbles turned her back to the patrons, swaying easily to the hard, biting rhythm that blared out at her. Several more coins hit the stage and one man called out, "Here's another buck, baby. Let's see 'ern, huh?"
The redhead released the catch at the front of her halter and then raised her hands high up in the air, above her head, as she began to move like a palm-tree swaying in a gentle wind. The eyes of every man in the crowd moved with the gentle roll of her rump, gliding from side to side, all but hypnotized by her motion.
"Turn around, Bubbles," a man shouted.
"Yeah-quit fucking around, bitch! Show us some tits. Enough teasing...."
Bubbles looked back over one of her shoulders, a lusty sort of grin on her freckled face. Suddenly the pout returned to her lips and once again she sighed in seeming exasperation. She slipped the halter from one of her shoulders, let it dangle loosely down across her back.
"Yeah, yeah," the crowd shouted, and pounded its hands on the floor of the stage. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...."
The dancer did something with her back, a rippling little motion that sent the halter falling from her other shoulder. It ended up dangling from the crook of her arm. She grabbed it with the fingers of her other hand, worked it down over her forearm to her wrist.
"Do it, broad. C'mon, do it-do it now!"
The redhead glared out at the men, still with her back to them, and slowly shook her head from side to side. Brad had to stifle the laugh that ripped at his throat. She never failed to amaze him. The way she handled a crowd was a fantastic sort of thing. She was a pro-a real pro, and if anyone could squeeze a few more dimes out of the crowd of beer nursers it was Bubbles. Hell, the big, sandy-haired giant had to beat down the urge to leap across the bar and drop a buck or so on the stage himself.
"Let's see them, sweetheart," a man cried.
Once again Bubbles shook her head. She tossed the halter up into the air, stood with her hands on her hips, her back to the group, and then moved about the stage in a tight, grinding sort of circle, rippling her rump at them.
"C'mon, you clowns," a voice cried. "Let's show her that we mean it. Put some more bread up there!"
"Here's another dollar," cried one of the new-comers.
"Yeah here's two more, Bubbles!"
Suddenly a shower of coins hit the stage as yet another man dug into his pocket-and this time tossed all the change he had in his pocket up onto the stage, near the feet of the dancer. "That's every dime I've got," he bellowed. "I'm stone broke now!" A second man did the same thing. "That goes for me, too," he called!
The redhead began to twist from side to side, exposing just a bit more of her enormous breasts to the crowd with each new twist and turn-left and right, left and right. The men on the floor bellowed and howled, growing more and more excited by her action. Many of them were openly fondling their cocks through the material of their pants.
"C'mon, you bitch-you fucking teasel"
Suddenly Bubbles spun around and faced the crowd. She sprang up onto her toes, moving her hands high above her head in a sweeping sort of motion that made her breasts appear to be firm and proud-like a teenage girl. The number ended and then the spotlight went out on the stage as Brad hit the dimmer switch under the bar.
The men hooted and groaned as they moved away from the bar but it was all a good-natured sort of grumbling. They sauntered back to the bar and refilled their glasses. Brad made short work of their orders. He leaned back against the cash register, listening to snatches of their conversation as his eyes moved from man to man at the bar.
They were farmers and factory workers, roughnecks who delighted in the way the redhead teased them. Later on the men at the stage would demand a lot more for a lot less. Crazy, he mused. It's all so crazy!
He pressed the button near the register, notifying the girls back in the dressing room that it was time for another of their group to get up onto the stage.
A tall, slender blonde in sheer bikini briefs and matching bra stepped through the curtain at the rear of the stage and smiled at the crowd. "Hi ya, fellows," she said. She called herself "Ula" and claimed to be "direct from Denmark!" She was twenty or so, with huge, dark eyes that were heavily made up.
"Who's got a quarter for the juke?" she cooed.
A tall, towheaded youth with a face full of freckles scampered over to the bar and asked Brad to change a dollar into change for him. "That Ula," he said. "Is she really from Denmark? Really?"
Brad shrugged his massive shoulders as he handed the youth four quarters. "That's what she says, buddy," he said, and then shrugged again. The youth grinned, walked over to the machine and fed it a coin. The crowd collected around the front of the stage, looked up at the girl.
"Who's this?" demanded one of the men.
"My name is Ula," the girl cooed.
"It ought to be Teena," the man cooed back. "Yes sir-Teena Tiny Tits!"
The girl gave the man the finger and the crowd broke into laughter, even the man who had called out. The music started and the girl raised her arms above her head, began to sway to the wild, pulsing rhythm of an amplified guitar.
Mike Morrison managed the Clown Lounge for Jimmy Edwards. He was a thin, ferret-faced man with hard, beady eyes. He had been a fighter in his youth-had had nineteen fights as a pro in the light-weight division before he decided he didn't have what it takes to make it big in the ring. He walked up behind Brad and tapped him on the shoulder. "I'll take over here for a while," he said. "Seems that you're needed out back at the moment!"
"Who?" Brad said. "Why?"
"The boss-he want you!"
"You mean Jimmy Edwards?"
"Yeah-Jimmy Edwards," the ferret-faced man snarled. "I got a feeling I'm going to be in the market for a new combination bar-keep and bouncer!"
A look of absolute bewilderment filled Brad's handsome face. "Why?" he demanded. "I mean, what the hell did I do to deserve the axe?"
"See the man," Mike sputtered. "And hurry it up!"
Brad shrugged, pushed his way through the swinging doors that led from the bar into the kitchen. He saw Jimmy Edwards seated at the small table near the door. A shudder of apprehension ripped at his spine as he made his way across the room and then sat down. He and Jimmy had been friends for years and years, going back to the days that they had been in elementary and school together. "Ferret-face says that I'm getting the axe, Jimmy," he said. "What the hell is that about? What did I do?"
"Hey; be cool, brother," Jimmy said.
"Cool-listen, bro, I need this gig!"
"And it's yours for as long as you want it," the beefy blonde said. "Relax, huh! The reason you may be leaving here is that I thought you might be in the mood to make a change-a big change!"
A smile began to play at the corners of Brad's lips. He sighed with relief, punched Jimmy playfully on the arm. "It's just that I had this vision of me pushing a broom or something for old man Zarta," he said. "And-believe me, brother, it was not a good feeling doing that!"
Jimmy grinned, nodded. "I can dig it," he said. "Okay, so tell me-what the fuck is this all about?"
"Oh, about four big ones a week," Jimmy said.
"SAY WHAT?" Brad said, his eyes suddenly big and round. "I wish you'd tell me what the hell is coming down, Jimmy. I don't dig being put into a squeeze like this!"
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Bubbles said as she entered the kitchen wearing a ragged yellow bathrobe. She smiled politely at the two men as she poured herself a cup of coffee from the urn at the back counter.
"How'd you make out, Busty?" Brad said with a grin.
"About eighteen dollars," the redhead said, and shrugged. "Not bad-considering the fact that it's only Thursday afternoon and all!"
"You're a real pro, Molly," Jimmy said. "I was watching you from back here. It's nothing short of amazing the way you handle a crowd!"
"Well, I've had a lot of practice," the woman said. She walked over to the table, looked down at the twin giants sitting there. Her eyes were bright, sparkling with some secret sort of delight. "Hey; did I tell you that I'm about to be a grandmother again?"
"No," Brad said. "Which one this time?"
"Helen-the one married to the school teacher," the redhead said. "You know-Alan Diamond!"
"Well, congratulations," Brad said.
"How many does that make, Molly?" Jimmy said.
"Would you believe-nine?"
"Nine grandchildren," Brad said with a huge smile. "And at your too!"
"My age-my age," the redhead said, and then reached out and tossled Brad's sandy-colored hair. "Sweetheart, I've got kids older than you. Really!"
"Jesus, Molly, you must have got started when you were ten or something," Brad said.
"Thanks, boss," the redhead said, and walked away from the table. Both men watched in fascination as she seemed to glide across the floor. The room seemed to be alive with her presence. She seemed to walk on a magic carpet of air-a foot or so above the floor, and both men continued to watch the path she had taken long after she had disappeared from their view.
"Damn sexy broad," Jimmy said.
"Yeah; she sure is that," Brad replied. "Strange, too-a chunky hunk like that. But look, man, you didn't call me back here to discuss Molly Lubinski or any of the girls, as far as that goes. C'mon, Jimmy, give...."
The blonde giant gazed down at his cup of coffee, seemingly trying to arrange his thoughts. "Tell me, Brad," he said after a while, "how much do I pay you?"
"Not nearly enough," the sandy-haired man said, and then paused, cocking his head to one side. "You mean you really don't know, man? Hey, c'mon; this is your joint! I mean, you own it and everything!"
"Mike handles all that."
"Two and a half a week," Brad said. "But that's six days a week and ten or more hours each day!"
"Hey; you are really defensive, Brad," Jimmy said. "Cool it, will you? I mean-there's no reason for all this uptight bullshit!"
Brad sighed, shrugging his massive shoulders. "I-ah, I feel uncomfortable as hell for some reason," he said. "So why don't you do us both a favor and spill whatever it is you've got on your mind, brother?"
"How'd you like to make four C's a week?"
"Four C's?" Brad said, and swallowed hard.
The sandy-haired man shook his head, blinked a time or two and then began to pound the heel of his hand against his ear-as if to say that he was unable to believe what he had just heard. "Four C's...."
"Yeah; four C's-four times one hundred!"
"You serious, man?"
"Serious as a heart attack, brother!"
"And just what do I have to do to earn it?"
"Manage the Velvet Hand for me?"
Once again Brad swallowed hard. "What's happening? You retiring or something?"
"No; I'm opening up a new place-across the river, up in the `Land of Lincoln' " he said. "Remember-you interviewed a couple of applicants for me the other day!"
"Yeah-slightly," Brad said with a huge grin. "There was Mitchie-a chick who works here. Mitchie and...well, this absolutely fantastic Oriental chick. Tiny little thing that was really something else!"
"Tamiko Thompson!"
"Yeah-that's her," Brad said, and grinned as the memory of the interview with her filled his mind. "That chick had lips like a Hoover and tongue-oh, God, Jimmy-she had a tongue like a Roto-Rooter...."
Jimmy stood up, carried his cup over to the urn and filled it with coffee. "You want a cup?" he said. Brad shook his head. "So, tell me-are you interested in my proposition or not, Bradley, ole buddy?"
"Are you kidding, man? Four hundred a week?
"That's just for openers, you understand?"
"Plenty of up, huh?"
"It all depends on what kind of profit margin you show," Jimmy said. "You know-one hand washing the other. You take care of me and I'll take care of you. Look, I'll make it four and a quarter, if that's what it'll take to get you to say the right words!"
"You've got my head spinning, man!"
"I need an answer now, man!"
"Right this minute-just like that?"
"You've got it, brother!"
"Jesus, man; I-that is, I...."
The sound of hot, angry voices out in the front of the bar cut Brad's words short. He leaped to his feet, raced out to the Lounge. Jimmy was only a half step behind him. The freckled-face blonde-haired kid and an older man stood in the middle of the floor, glaring hotly at one another.
"You keep your hands to yourself," the younger man said.
"You've got a lot of mouth, punk," the bigger man snarled. He was trembling with anger-and fighting hard to control it. He was twice the size of the youth-a good two-fifty, with a huge, barrel chest and massive shoulders.
"Get 'em, Boomer," cried a voice from the crowd. "Fuck up the punk!"
"Freddie Miller," the girl called Ula screamed from the stage. "You stop this right now, you hear?"
"Apologize to the lady," the freckled face boy said to the bigger man, fire flashing in his eyes. "She's a performer-an artist. Not some street-walking hooker. You've got no right to . . .
The big man reached out and grabbed the youth by the front of his shirt. He roared with anger and then jerked the younger man off his feet. He held him out at arm's length, thrashing about like a fish out of water.
"It'll be alright," Brad whispered to Jimmy. "The big guy-Boomer Carson, he's a rough dude, but he's not mean! Still, I'd better break it up!"
"The kid must be crazy," Jimmy said. "Taking on a guy that big. What's with him, anyway?"
"Aw; he thinks-you know, that he's in love with the tit-less blonde up on the stage," Brad said. "Our little phony import from Denmark. She's been stringing him along for a week or two now!"
"Dumb fuck," Jimmy said with a grin.
"Yeah; well-we've all gone through that cunt-struck stage, I guess," Brad said. "I'd really better do something to cool this before something happens!"
Brad walked out into the middle of the floor, patted the man called Boomer on the fanny. 'Would you believe it, gentlemen," he cried like a barker in a circus sideshow, "this ox of a man was once a ninety-seven pound weakling?" An embarrassed sort of laughter filled the room. "Yes sir-yes sir, but after only six months of drinking here at the fantastic Clown Lounge, ha-well, I think you'll all admit that he's filled out right nicely. Yes sir, yes sir...."
Boomer released his grip on the freckled-faced youth and sighed sheepishly. "I-I wasn't going to hurt the punk, Brad-honest," he said. "I-I...."
The youth still had fire in his eyes. He was about to throw a haymaker at the bigger man when Brad slipped a beefy arm around his shoulders and pinned his arms to his side. "You all look all overheated," he said, and guided the struggling boy toward the bar. "Hey, Mike-a beer for my young friend here. Make it a scooner!"
"Let go of me," the youth demanded.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Brad said with a grin. "But let me lay a word of advise on you, Freddie, me-boy. You start anymore trouble in here and I'll 86 you so fast that towhead of yours will spin like a top."
"You don't understand, Brad," the boy said miserably. "That big clown-he was saying all sorts of dirty things to Ula. He's got no right to talk to her like that!"
"Hey; Freddie-that's why he comes here to drink," Brad said. "It doesn't mean anything-not really. I mean-ask Ula. Shell tell you-having guys call up to her when she's on stage is all part of the go-go business!"
"That doesn't make it right!"
"It's what she gets paid for, Freddie!"
"I know, I know," the youth said miserably, and then took a long pull on the huge glass of beer in front of him. "It's just that I love her, you know. She-ah, she...." Tears welled up in his eyes and he had to fight with all the strength at his command to keep them from spilling down his face. "Man, it gets to me. It really does!"
"Then maybe you ought to give some thought to getting her out of here, Freddie," Brad said. "Out of the whole, stinking business. As long as she works the go-go circuit, that's the sort of thing you'll have to put up with!"
"Jesus . . .
"Tell her to quit!"
"She won't do it," the boy said miserably. "I mean-ah, fuck it! She won't, that's all. I only make eight-five bucks a week pumping gas at Johnny Ore's Service Station, and she-well, she claims she makes three times that much, wiggling her ass around for these characters!"
"Yeah-it's true," Brad said.
"SHEE-IT," the youth moaned.
"I hear there's a go-go joint up in Carbon City that's looking for go-go boys," Brad said. "I hear some of those guys are making out like crazy. Good bread, lots of pussy ...."
"Nam; I can't dance, man!"
"Well, it was just a thought," Brad said, and patted the youth on the shoulders. "You remember what I said, Freddie-ole buddy. One more incident because of Ula and you're out on your ear-for good!"
"I'm cool, Brad!"
"Yeah-right!"
"Poor bastard," Brad said as he rejoined Jimmy and they returned to the kitchen. "He's got a crush on that pig like you wouldn't believe. Poor dumb fucker...."
"And titless Tilly is stringing him along, huh?"
"Him and about four others," Brad said. "She has all of them believing her pussy belongs to them exclusively. She has the soul of a first-class hooker...."
Jimmy returned to his chair, sipped at his coffee and made a face. "It's cold," he said. "Okay-look; I'll make it four and a half a week but that's it, brother. Four-fifty is my best offer. What do you say?"
"I say I would have taken it at four," Brad said. "When do I start?"
"As soon as Mike can find a replacement for you here," the blonde giant said. "And by the way, Bradley-I would have gone as high as five bills to get you!"
"You really know how to cut off a guy's balls, don't you?"
"Shit, brother-in six months or less you'll be making a grand a week," Jimmy said.
"You're kidding?"
"Depends on the sort of business you do, man!"
"Have you talked with Mike Morrison?"
"Yeah; he-well, he isn't too happy about the situation, I guess," Jimmy said, and then shrugged. "I guess he had some sort of idea that I was going to offer the gig to him!"
"Why didn't you?"
"I don't think he can handle it!"
"But I can, huh?"
"Sure-why not?'
"Four and a half a week," Brad said. "Wait until I tell Kay about this. Four and a half a week. I mean-sweet Jesus IL Christ! Four-fifty a week!"
"Kay?" Jimmy said. "You tied up, man?"
"Sort of," the sandy-haired giant said. "It's building, you know. Going along fine, too!"
"Do I know the chick?"
"Kay Fleming," Brad said. "Red hair, green eyes-absolutely fabulous body!"
"You mean Dutch Fleming's wife?"
"Yeah; that's her!"
Jimmy drained his cup of cold coffee. "You've got taste, man-I'll give you that," Jimmy said. "But I sure can't say too much about your head, however. The Dutchman-hey, that is one super-bad mother-fucker, laddie-buck. I mean, I sure would hate to be in you shoes when old Perry gets out of the big slammer. Jesus...."
Brad shrugged. "Ole Perry won't be eligible for parole for another five or six years," he said. "And it ain't no fly-by-night thing, Jimmy! Really I'd marry the bitch if I could get her to divorce the Dutchman!"
"You're crazy, laddie-buck. Absolutely insane!"
"Yeah; maybe!"
Jimmy stood up, sauntered over to the back door. "Look, why don't you fall in at the Hand after work?" he said. "I've got some things I'd like to lay on you!" He opened the door, paused for a moment with his hand on the handle. "Perry Flemmin's woman-that's balls, brother!"
CHAPTER THREE
David sighed, whimpering like a frightened little puppy. He lowered his body down against Torchy on the sofa and buried his face against her raven-black hair.
"Torchy, I-I love you," he cried. "I love you more than I could ever hope to put into words. I love you so much I can't seem to control my own body when I'm with you. Please, lover-say that you forgive me!"
"There's nothing to forgive, sweet boy!"
"But I messed up again, Torchy. I-I...."
"No words, baby. No talk!"
The girl pushed his head away from the side of her face and looked up into his eyes. He looked so miserable, so totally ashamed. "Sweet David," she cooed, and then kissed him savagely. "Sweet lover!"
"Torchy, I...."
The girl drove her tongue up into his mouth, cutting off his words, and began to writhe against him, raking her shimmering quim hotly against his lifeless cock. A shudder of feverish expectation raced through the boy's body as she began to suck on the tip of his tongue, drawing it deeper and deeper into her own mouth.
David pulled away from her lips, began to nibble at her soft, vibrating throat. He began to swirl the tip of his tongue against her skin there, turning it to a mass of quivering gooseflesh.
"Lover," Torchy cooed in a hot, raspy voice. "Oh, God-David, sweet lover!"
"You taste so good, Torchy," the boy said. "Your whole body-it's delicious. I could lick you all over, just lick and lick and lick!"
Torchy let out a little groan of ecstasy as he began to make his way down to the crown of one of her magnificently ripe breasts. He swirled the tip of his tongue wetly against the peak of the hard, bright nipple there, teasing it. The" raven-haired girl groaned, arching her slender shoulders in an attempt to lift more of her breasts up against his hot, hungry mouth. She took David's head in her hand, held him tightly by the ears, and then jerked his sucking lips and swirling tongue down against the ripe, sprawling agony that was her screaming nipple.
"Suck my boobie, lover," she moaned. "Suck it, suck it-oh, God, David-suck it. Please, lover!"
"You taste so good, Torchy; so delicious!"
"Suck, you bastard. Suck, suck...."
The boy drew the fiery little pap up into his mouth, locking his lips around the broad base and then sent his tongue wiggling frantically against the tip of the wildly throbbing peak. Torchy tightened her grip on his ears.
"So good, lover," the girl cooed breathlessly. "So very, very good. I-I love it, David. David, I love it...and I love you!"
"Oh, Torchy-Torchy," the boy moaned.
He spit her nipple from his mouth and began to trace a series of hot, wet little circles all around the rim of her dark, pulsing aureolas with the tip of his tongue.
Torchy cried out. Her body made wet, squishing sort of sounds against the leather under her as she began to undulate frantically against the boy.
"Oh, David. Sweet lover...."
While his lips and tongue were busy at her nipples, the boy sent one of his hands wiggling down between the crush of their bodies. He moved the tips of his fingers playfully along the hard, quivering surface of her trim, tight tummy, and then down into the velvety mat of silky fuzz that was her pubic hair. He began to toy with the pelt there, working the tips of his fingers busily through the wet, tangled mess that set so proudly above the soft, spongy mound of flesh there.
"Torchy, Torchy...."
The girl moaned as she raised up on one side and wiggled her legs out from under the crush of the boy's body. The blonde wasted no time in setting the tips of his fingers down against the wet, shimmering lips of her pussy. The flesh there seemed to be frantic with need, hot and gooey, vibrating wildly against his touch.
"Sweet. David, sweet lover!"
"Torchy-oh, God, Torchy...."
His cock was alive again-fiercely erect, hard as steel, and throbbing with an awesome sense of need. The huge, bulbous head beat away frantically at the outside of the girl's thigh, slapping harder and ever harder.
The raven-haired girl released her grip on his head, sent one of her hands traveling slowly down along his thin, sweaty body until it came to rest at his pelvis. She curled her fingers around the shaft of his thundering tool and began to tug away at it.
"Oh, Torchy-baby," the boy cried frantically. "It's not possible, I know, but-but I'm there again. I-oh, God-I-I...."
"You're not ready to come again, are you, David?" the girl said miserably. "Please-no!"
"No-but I am super randy," the boy said. "I mean, after the two orgasms I've already had-hell, you wouldn't think it was possible to be this horny. I mean, you'd think I didn't have anything to work with left down inside those hard, screaming stones of mine. Right?"
"Don't complain, lover," Torchy said. "Don't you dare complain!"
"Oh, no-I'm not," the boy said, and then lip-ribbed his was over to her other breast. "Really-no!" He hesitated for a long moment, his face twisted in a look of rapture, and then quickly took the hard, pulsing nipple there up into his mouth and began to suck away at it.
"Oh, David. Yes-that's so nice. Yes, lover-yes, yes, yes!"
The girl's perky bottom and slender thighs began to twitch and shudder as the boy dipped one of his fingers down inside the gooey mass of wet, grasping flesh that was her hot, quivering love hole. The slithering walls there seemed to spring to life, curling frantically around the tip of his hard, meaty probe. They began to suck at it, trembling with frustration as they tried to draw it deeply down into the bubbling mass of witch's gunk that was her fiery cauldron.
"Feel how wet you've made me, David," the raven-haired girl cried. "So wet, lover-so wet and-oh, God, David, ram your finger down inside me and wiggle it about. Please do it, baby. Please, please...."
"Torchy, I-I...."
"Don't tease me, baby. Please!"
"It's just that I'm afraid I'm going to fuck up again," the boy said. "And-oh, Torchy, I couldn't bear it if I were to fail you again. Really, I-I . . "
"Don't think about it, David. That's what messes you up all the time-you think too much!"
"Okay-I'll try!"
"Don't talk-do!"
"Okay, okay...."
The boy worked his free fingers against the shimmering lips of her vulva, separating them. Torchy cried out in triumph as he drove his middle finger deeply down into the hungry flesh of her quim and began to whip it about.
"Yes-yes; that's it!"
Torchy's slender hips continued to roll from side to side in a natural, free-swinging sort of motion that allowed her to drive her sputtering, tortured cunt up against the wild stroke of his probing finger. She swept that spongy mass around and around, back and forth, up and down, vibrating against the boy's finger, and each new, downward stroke found her hips and rump responding with just a bit more effort-wilder and wilder until at last they actually seemed to be singing.
"Lover, lover," Torchy cried out at the top of her voice. "Oh, God-sweet man, that is so good. So beautiful and-and wonderful, David!"
David spit her nipple from his mouth and began to nibble his way down across the hotly quivering flesh of her tormented belly. He began to groan as her fingers slipped from around the shaft of his manhood, but still he continued to swirl the tip of his tongue against her skin, pausing every three or four inches to draw a patch of her flesh up into his mouth and suck away wildly at it for a second or two before he continued on his journey downward.
He dipped the tip of his tongue down into the tiny cavern that was her belly button and then laughed deep within his throat as a series of hard, biting spasms worked their was across her tummy in a rippling, crisscrossing pattern. Finally he moved his mouth down into the dark, silky patch of fuzz that stood sentinel above the bright, shimmering lips of her frantic vulva.
"Do it, David. Eat me-eat me now!"
The raven-haired girl curled her fingers lovingly around his head and then tried to hurry his lips and tongue to their ultimate destination. The boy fought her playfully, enjoying the sense of frustration that ripped at her body. The strong, musky aroma of her frantic need seemed to rise like vapors from deep within the churning depths of her hot, fiery cauldron, setting his mind to whirling.
"C'mon, David you prick," Torchy cried in a voice that crackled with an awesome sense of need. She began to whimper, trembling like a frightened puppy. "No more flicking around, lover. Please, David-no. Kiss it for me. Kiss my pussy-suck it lick!"
The boy raised up a bit, looked up into the girl's bright, dark eyes with a wry little smile on his face. "Is something the matter, Torchy?" he cooed in mock innocence. "You seem-well, troubled by something!"
"Eat me, you prick," Torchy cried.
"Oh, sure-of course," David said. "I mean, believe it or not, that was my plan all along. I was going to dip my hot tongue down inside your pussy and...."
Torchy screamed in frustration, her eyes snapping with the fires of her need. "I'll kill you, you prick," she cried. "Do it, David-eat me! Eat me now!"
The intensity of the girl's words frightened David more than he would have cared to admit, and so he flicked his tongue from between his lips and sent it surging down inside her wild, bubbling snatch. He wasted no more time, immediately sent the tip of his invader rooting. about under the heavy folds of wet, spongy flesh at the top of the entrance of her snatch in search for her magical little button of passion that rested there, her frantic little girl-prick.
"Yes-yes; the clit, lover," Torchy cried in a hot, rasping voice. "Find it-get it; suck my clit for me, lover. Do it, David. Hurry, hurry...."
It seemed to take the boy forever and a day to locate that hard, screaming little button, but once he did he quickly drew it up into his mouth and swirled the tip of his slithering invader against it.
Torchy let out a squeal of triumph as her bottom suddenly exploded with the drive of her release. She began to thrash about on the leather sofa, twisting and rolling, howling out in a voice that sang with the wildest sort of joy. "Yes, David-yes, yes," she cried again and again.
It was all the poor boy could do to maintain the grip he had on that sputtering little cone. He slipped both of his hands down under her wiggling rump again, amazed at the frantic way the muscles there seemed to knot and snap. He dug his elbows into the ribbing at the edge of the pillow under him and then lifted Torchy's hips high up into the air, a good foot or more above the surface of the sofa.
"David, what-what the hell are you doing?" the raven-haired girl cried, giggling with joyous wonder. "Hey, I-oh, David, I-lover, sweet lover-this is crazy. It's insane, deliciously mad!"
Sjurred on by the girl's words, the boy lifted her hot, gyrating snatch still higher up into the air, pressing his mouth tighter and tighter against the sucking mass of goo that was her cunt, lapping away like a man possessed by a herd of pitch-fork-wheeling demons. "David, I-oh, David!"
The frantic girl filled each of her hands with a healthy patch of the boy's shaggy blonde hair, and then used those patches as if they were reins to guide his tongue to where she wanted it and mostly where she wanted it was tight against her clit, swirling against that tortured little she-cock.
"SUCK, SUCK, SUCK. . . .
Her voice was like the wailing scream of a shrill police siren roaring through the night; it rose and fell, rose and fell until-suddenly, she grew shock still. "I-David, I'm so close," she moaned as her thighs began to quiver and snap. "I want you inside of my-your cock, I want that beautiful roll of love meat in my snatch when I come!"
He pulled his mouth away from her thundering snatch, made his was up on top of her again. His manhood lay hard and angry at the soppy entrance to her cunt, the thick, hard head beating away frantically at the lips of her vulva, spattering the gooey spunk that lay there in heavy pools all over everything.
"Spear me, lover," the raven-haired girl cried. "Drive that beautiful saber of yours down into my love hold. Fuck me, lover. Fuck me, fuck me...."
"Are you sure, Torchy? Really sure?"
"Oh, Yes-good God, lover, yes!"
"Okay," the boy cried.
An awesome look of raw fear exploded across the boy's face as his narrow hips began to sputter and buck. He cried out the gal's name at the top of his voice as he lunged forward with his pelvis, driving every bit of his thick, heavy love-hammer down into the churning depths of her bubbling cunt. The spongy tisue there wrapped itself frantically around the invader, clung to it like crazy.
"DAVID," Torchy screamed. "DAVID DAVID...."
The boy's look of fear became a cry of terror.
He had done it again-hurt her, and any moment now she would pull away from him, get dressed and storm out of the house. Out of the house and out of his life-never, never to return.
"You said you wanted me to do it, Torchy," he cried miserably. Really, that's why I did it-because you said you wanted it like that, lover. I-I...."
"Oh, David," Torchy moaned in frustration.
"But you did-you did," the boy cried. Tears welled up in his eyes, began to spill down his face. "Give me another chance, Torchy. Please, I-I...."
Once again the girl cut off his words with a savage kiss, sucking his tongue deeply down into her mouth as her orgasm began to erupt from the very depths of. her soul-a rippling, convulsive sensation that soon had her thrashing about, her arms and legs whirling about frantically.
"I-I'm coming, David," she cried. "I'm finally coming with your cock inside me. At last, lover. Oh, David-sweet, sweet lover, at last it's happened!"
Her orgasm struck again and again-and yet again, and each time seemed to be a totally different experience. They were a-like only in the awesome intensity with which they moved through her trembling body and the sprawling, rapturous joy they gave her.
"At last, at last...."
The boy's eyes were big and bright. "are you alright, Torchy?" he said.
"Alright-alright?" the girl moaned in disbelief. "Oh, David, you idiot-you sweet idiot, that was the most thrilling, the most-well, the most intense and beautiful climax I've ever know. It was like skyrockets going off in my head, pinwheels dancing in the palm of my hand-wild and beautiful and intense. So beautiful, so-so...."
Her words trailed off into a bubbly, squeaking sort of high-pitch wail as a series of rippling little after-orgasms ate away at her sweet-soaked body, thundering about in wild, all-but-directionless little spasms that made their way across her body again and again.
"Lover-sweet lover," she moaned.
"Torchy, I-I...."
Finally she grew still.
She seemed to collapse, as if all the strength had been sucked from her body along with her orgasm, and for the longest time she merely lay there, unmoving, enjoying the tranquility that swept through her body.
The raw and explosive agony that was David's cock began to sputter in protest, wordlessly pleading with the girl to set her hips into motion. The boy seemed unable to move, and so he waited-fighting an awesome sort of pain that threatened to burst his balls apart at the seams. Finally the girl opened her eyes. She smiled up at him and then kicked her long, shapely legs out to the side, sucking the last little fragment of the boy's love meat down into the syrupy wetness of her quivering cunt. She wrapped her legs lovingly around his waist and then began to writhe against him.
"Oh, yes-yes, Torchy," the boy cried.
"Fuck me, David," the girl cried. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
He began to moan in rapture as the dark-eyed girl began to move her slender hips under him, rolling them effortlessly in a huge, sweeping sort of arc. He hesitated for a moment, still uncertain as to what she expected of him.
"Fuck me, lover. Fuck me, fuck me!"
David eased a bit of his frantic tool up out of the wildly sucking mass of wet pussy-flesh and then eased it back down again, moving like a man in a dream where all motion had been slowed to a snail's pace.
"Yes-yes, that's it, lover," Torchy cooed. "Only faster, lover, huh. And more forceful. You don't have to go hog wild or anything, but-step it up a bit!"
"Are you sure, Torchy?" the boy cried in frustration. "I mean, are you really sure?"
"Yes-yes, yes!"
And to prove that she had meant every ward she had said the raven-haired girl increased the rhythm of her rolling hips. The wet, spongy walls of her love hole tugged away frantically at his manhood, moving it this way and that, sucking away wildly at it as it rippled and jerked.
"Oh-oh, God, Torchy!"
"Fuck me, lover! Fuck me, fuck me!"
David dug his knees into the leather cushions of the sofa as the flames of his passion exploded inside him. He moved wildly against the girl, lifting his love meat up to a point where only the face remained imprisoned in the wildly clutching tissue of her snatch and then quickly driving it all back down into that vibrating sheath, riding for all he was worth.
Torchy had no trouble at all altering the rhythm of her rolling hips and grinding pelvis to match his. She rammed her soppy vulva up to meet each new downward plunge of his heavy hammer and then quickly ripped her snatch away as he began to withdraw.
"Go, David," she cried. "Ride, lover. Ride, ride!"
"Torchy, I-oh, God, I-I...."
His balls began to slap away merrily at the cheeks of her rump, beating out a wild sort of after-beat to the driving rhythm of the plunging stroke of his exploding manhood.
Torchy slipped one of her hands down across his sweating back, down along the bumpy spine and along the rippling flesh of his bottom, and then she cupped her fingers around the hard, screaming agony of his balls and began to squeeze them lovingly as the boy gurgled in wide-eyed amazement, his whole body trembling with the most frantic sense of excitement he had ever known.
"Torchy-sweet woman," he cried.
"Yes, baby-yes, lover," the girl cooed. "I know, I really know!"
Suddenly he heard a voice screaming-howling away with a feverish sort of joy, and it was the longest time before he realized that all those strange, tormented cries were coming from his own lips.
"Torchy, I-I'm there," he cried.
"Let's have it, lover," the girl cooed. "Squirt all that beautiful love juice into my pussy!"
"Oh, God, Torchy...."
The boy's eyes rolled back in his head as his orgasm came thundering up out of his balls and began to spurt from the face of his cock. "Torchy, I-lover, I...."
"I know, baby!"
The raven-haired girl let out a little squeal of frustration as David seemed to collapse against her, sucking air into his lungs like a man who had just been saved from drowning. "I-oh, God, I-I feel so drained, Torchy," he cried. "So absolutely drained!"
He tried to roll away from the girl but she screamed out in protest and held his body tightly against her own with the pressure of her arms and legs. "I need it one more time, David," she cooed, and then flooded the boy's face with a brace of hot, sucking kisses.
"But I'm soft, Torchy. I-I'm spent!"
"FUCK ME, DAVID!"
"Let me eat you again," the boy pleaded.
"No, no-I need your cock, lover!"
"But-but-but...."
"I have to have that love meat, lover!"
She forced her hand down through the sweaty crush of their bodies and then curled her fingers around the shaft of his all-but-spent pecker. "This'll work," she cried as she began to rub the face of his tool against the peak of her screaming she-cock. "You'll see, it will it will!"
"Yes-yes," the boy screamed.
His cock began to swell once again, responding to the wet, shimmering touch of her pussy-flesh, and once again he let out a scream like an Apache on the war-path and began to probe away at her love hole.
Torchy cried out with joy as the boy slipped his hands down under her bottom and began to knead the frantic flesh there once again. The muscles down within the girl's tortured snatch began to flutter and knot, snapping away violently at his prick as it bobbed in and out, in and out.
"Oh, David-David, what a fantastic lover you are," the girl cried. "What a beautiful man...."
"Torchy, Torchy...."
The boy seemed to be intoxicated by her need. He moved with all the strength at his command, driving deeper and deeper into her snatch with each searing plunge he made.
"I-I'm there," Torchy screamed.
"Right with you, baby," David moaned.
There was no way to tell with any degree of certainty which of them went off first, and their orgasms seemed to feed on one another, becoming a single, awesome climax that exploded like a hail-storm within their tangled bodies, moving them higher and ever higher into a world so breathtakingly sensuous that it seemed to threaten their sanity.
It left both of them tingling with exhaustion, sucking frantically at the air to feed their tortured lungs. They were both as helpless as new-born kittens, and after a while they finally gave into the screaming demands of their tortured bodies and simply drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Torchy finally arrived home at a few minutes before seven that evening, breathless with excitement, the glow of her multiple orgasms still bright on her cheeks. She could hardly wait to tell her mother that she and David had finally hit it off-that a wondrous sort of joy had replaced the frantic pain of their first attempt at love-making.
She found her mother in the kitchen, half-heartedly stirring something in a pan on the stove. "What's for supper, Mom? I am simple ravenous...."
"Spaghetti," the redhead said with a sigh.
Torchy pulled up short. She had been so wrapped up in her own sense of joy that she failed to notice that look of frantic concern of her mother's face. "Is something wrong, Mom?" she said as she moved up behind the older woman and slipped her arms around her waist and held her tightly. "You sound sort of-well, worried or something!"
"It's nothing, sweetheart!"
"It doesn't feel like nothing," Torchy said.
A ripple of apprehension raced through the red-head's body as she shrugged her shoulders wearily. "Is it really all that obvious, kid?" she said. "I guess I must be getting terribly transparent in my old age!"
"It's obvious to me, Mom," Torchy said. "But that's only because I know you so well...and thirty-two is not old by anyone's standards!"
"Oh, Brad called a little while ago, baby," the older woman said. "He-ah, we...."
Torchy turned her mother around, looked long and hard into the older woman's bright, green eyes. The raw and intense fear she saw there frightened her. "Hey; what is it, Mom?" she demanded. "C'mon, tell me...."
"Well, I-I . . "
"Please, Mom. I want to know!"
"Oh, I'm just being silly, baby," Kay said, and pulled away from her daughter. "Really, I-I guess it's too close to the wrong time of month or something. Really, baby, there's no reason to get upset. It's no big deal!"
"Maybe so," Torchy said. "But I still want to know!"
Kay shrugged, walked over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs there. "Well, like I said, Brad called...and he was as excited as a kid. It seems that Jimmy Edwards wants him to take over the management of the Velvet Hand!" She let out a squeaky little sigh and then paused, trying to gain control of the tremor that infected her voice. "And guess what? The job pays four hundred and fifty dollars a week...and that's just to start. It could mean as much as fifty thousand dollars a year, if everything goes right!"
"Fifty thousand," Torchy said, and swallowed hard. "There isn't that much money in the world!"
"Yeah, well-it sounds pretty fantastic, alright!"
"I'll bet not many of those stuffed-shirt phoneys at Zarta Products make that much," the girl said. "All those clowns like what's his face-your boss?"
"Sy Cohen?"
"Yeah-that ass-hole!"
"Listen, baby-ah, do you know what sort of place the Velvet Hand is?" Kay said. "I mean, do you really know the sort of stuff that goes on there?"
"Well, sure-it's a massage parlor," the girl said. "A rub and suck joint!"
"Yeah; that's it," Kay sighed.
"Look, maybe I'm just being thick or something, mother, but well, I guess I don't see what it is that has you so upset," Torchy said. "I would have thought that you'd be happy that such an opportunity came Brad's way. I mean four fifty a week is a fine hunk of bread. Isn't it?"
"It's not the money, baby," Kay said. "It's just that I don't want to end up with another man doing time-sitting his tail in prison. I couldn't bear that, Torchy. Not after all the hell we went through with your father!"
"But they aren't the same thing, are they?" the girl said, and wrinkled her brow. "I mean, the Dutchman robbed a super-market with a gun and all that. I love Daddy-really love him, but that was a super-dumb thing to do. I don't see how that compares with what Brad will be doing?"
"The end result could be the same!"
"How?" Torchy demanded.
"Torchy-baby, there are some super-straight people in this town," Kay said with a sigh. "People with a lot of power that would like to see places like the Velvet Hand and the Clown Lounge closed down. Hell, there are whole groups devoting themselves to the idea of riding Jimmy Edwards and his crew out of this town on a rail!"
"Bunch of bastards," Torchy spat bitterly. "Hell, this town wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Jimmy Edwards. I mean, everyone knows that it was his doing that got the Zarta people to build their new plant here in Welshfield instead of up in Carbon City!"
"Yeah-right; but people are funny, baby," Kay said.
"What does that mean?"
"In your mind all the people around here should be grateful to Jimmy for beating some life back into this town," Kay said, "and that's reasonable-but it ain't what happens. Now that the plant is here and things are starting to go right they want to clean things up-make the city respectable!"
"What a drag," Torchy said.
"Drag or not, it's the way people feel," Kay continued. "I'm telling you, sweetheart, one day-real soon-all hell is going to break loose around here. And poor Brad is going to be right in the middle of it!"
"I can see why you're so upset," Torchy said. "Boy, what a rotten deal. What a shit-kicker...."
"Life isn't fair, baby," Kay said. "There are no white knights on charging horses out to save the fair maidens from the fire-breathing dragons. Poverty and misery seemed to draw people together, make them depend on one another-but give them a taste of the so-called better life and they'll go crazy if they get the opportunity to cut someone's throat!"
"That's crazy...."
"But true, kids" Kay said. "Once people have a full gut and something more than rags on their back they start scratching around for something called respectability!"
"Mom, wait-stop," the raven-haired girl said. "You've got me so confused I don't know which end is up. My head is spinning like a top!"
"I I'm sorry, sweetheart," Kay said, and reached out and touched the side of her daughter's face with her hand. "I don't like it anymore than you do. It's cheap and rotten and unfair as it can be-but that's the way most people are. I mean, they're selfish and self-centered and most of them aren't worth the powder it would take to blow them to hell!"
"Did you tell Brad about you know, about the way you feel about it-and all?" Torchy said.
"I-I couldn't, baby," the redhead said. "First off, he called me at work and Sy Cohen had about six million things he wanted me to do and he wanted me off the phone. Secondly, Brad was just bubbling over with excitement. Really, he sounded like a six-year-old on Christmas eve!"
Torchy turned off the fire under the pan of meat sauce on the stove, walked over to the table and sat down in a chair across from her mother. "So," she said after a long moment of chilling silence, "what are you going to do?"
"I wish the hell I knew, kid," the redhead said sadly. "I really wish to hell I knew!"
Torchy was napping on the couch in the living room when she was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. "It's for you, sweetheart," her mother called, holding her hand over the receiver. "Some girl it sounds as if she's been crying or something...."
"A girl-are you sure, Mom?" Torchy said, her eyes round with surprise.
"I'm sure," the redhead said, "and she sounds as if it's very, very important!"
The raven-haired girl rolled from the couch, walked over to her mother and took the phone from her hand. "This is Torchy Fleming," she said.
"Torchy, this is-Mary Ellen!"
"Who?" the dark-eyed girl said. "Who do you say?"
"Mary Ellen Lewis," the voice said. "And wait please, Torchy, don't hang up on me. I-I've really got to talk with you. It's a' matter of life and death!"
"Life or death, huh?"
"I swear, Torchy. It's true!"
The raven-haired girl shook her head, trying to drive the sleep from her brain. If she had one enemy in the whole, wide world, just one, it was the Mayor's daughter, Mary Ellen Lewis. She was a girl the kids at Welshfield High School called Polly Pure Pussy because of her absolute revulsion with anything even remotely sexual.
"I'm listening, Mary Ellen!"
"I-I can't talk right now, Torchy," the bosomy little blonde said in a harsh whisper. "I'm afraid that I'll be overheard or something. Could you maybe meet me some place? like the hamburger joint over on Willacott Road? Please-say you will! It's really important!"
"I know-a matter of life or death!"
"It's true, Torchy. I swear it!"
Torchy looked down at her wrist watch, sighed deeply in exasperation. "What are you building, Mary Ellen?" she demanded. "I mean, this just doesn't add up-you coming on to me all sweetness and light?"
"Torchy, please...."
"Can't you at least give me some idea of what's going on, Mary Ellen?"
"Not over the phone, Torchy," the blonde said. "Look, I really need to talk with you. I-I'm desperate!" It sounded as if she were crying-or just about to. "I know we've never been what you could call friends or anything. In fact, I've always played the bitch around you, but I-I don't have anyone else I can turn to. Please, Torchy-in the name of God, please say that you'll meet me!"
"Okey," Torchy said. "I'll be at the burger joint in-say, thirty minutes. And if this is some sort of trick or if you don't show up, bitch, I'll see you at school tomorrow-and you'll be damned sorry!"
"It's no trick, Torchy," Mary Ellen said. "I'll be waiting for you. Hurry, huh? Please hurry!"
Mary Ellen sat alone at one of the tables in the rear of Fat Irma's Hamburger heaven, toying with the ice in the bottom of a paper cup. She was a slender girl with pale golden hair that fell midway down her back in loose, flowing waves. Her eyes were bright and blue, sparkling with intelligence. Her nose was a bit pugged-perfect for her oval face, and her lips were full and moist, pouty.
She looked up at Torchy as the raven-haired girl entered the building and began to wave at her. Her breasts were fantastic-huge, pear-shaped things that she kept well-hidden under a seemingly inexhaustible supply of bulky sweaters.
"Thanks for coming, Torchy," she said as the dark-eyed girl sat down across from her. "I really wasn't sure that you were going to show. I thought-you know, that you'd decide it was all some sort of trick on my part or something!"
"You made it sound damned serious," the raven-haired girl said. "And it had better be, Mary Ellen. I get mean when anyone tries to fuck over me!"
"It is literally a matter of life and death!"
"Life and death--c'mon, Mary Ellen!"
Mary Ellen tried to laugh, didn't quite make it. "I'm serious, Torchy," she said miserably. "Torchy, I-I...." Tears began to spill down her face. She lowered her head down against the top of the table. She began to sob as a series of spasmatic ripples raked her body.
"Hey, Mary Ellen-wow," Torchy said as she reached out across the table and began to stroke the girl's long, golden hair. "Hey, c'mon-c'mon. Nothing could be as bad as all that! Rwally, kid, it-it...."
"I wish I were dead, Torchy," the blonde moaned. "I really wish I were dead. Oh, God, I'm so miserable, Torchy. I want to die!"
"Get a grip on yourself, Mary Ellen," the raven-haired girl said, and swallowed hard. "Look, would you like another soft drink or something?"
The blonde shook her head.
If this is an act, Torchy mused, this chick deserves an academy Award.
Still, the dark-eyed girl was unable to shake the feeling that the golden one was puffing something, that the whole thing was some sort of fantastic ploy to put her in a trick bag. She decided to proceed with caution-all that caution she could possibly muster.
"I'm really having a problem relating to all of this, Mary Ellen. I-mean-why me? Of all the people in Welshfield, why call on me? You hate my guts! You've said so-a dozen times or more! It just doesn't make any sense!"
"I know-really, I know," the girl said. "But, believe it or not, Torchy you are the only one I can turn to. Please believe me-you're the only person I know in all the world who might be able to help me!"
"Oh, wow-damn, girl," Torchy moaned in frustration.
"It's true, Torchy!"
"Hey, look, I-ah, I...."
The raven-haired girl allowed her words to trail off as a fresh wave of tears began to spill down the cheeks of the golden blonde. "Damn, damn," Torchy moaned, and then began to tug at her bottom lip, trying desperately to decide what she should do in the situation.
If the bosomy blonde really had a problem-a life or death thing, like she said-well, enemy or not, she owed it to her to at least listen to what was going down. Hell, it didn't cost anything to listen!
"So tell me," she said. "What's happening?"
"Oh, Torchy, I-I'm so miserable!"
"If this is some sort of sham, Mary Ellen, I swear, I'll-I'll...well, whatever I do, it won't be very nice. And you'd better believe I mean it!"
"It's no sham, Torchy," the blue-eyed girl said, a note of hysteria creeping into her voice. "It's real-painfully so. You have no idea how much trouble I'm in!"
Trouble, the raven-haired girl mused.
In the circle of friends Torchy ran with, trouble meant only one thing-pregnancy. The thought made the girl's dark eyes grow big and round. Mary Ellen-Sweet Polly Pure Pussy! How could she be in the family way. The chick got violently ill whenever someone so much as mentioned that evil word-sex! No, it couldn't be-not Polly Pure Pussy!
"Torchy, I-I...."
The dark-eyed girl reached across the table and took the pale blonde by the hand. She looked long and hard into those sparkling blue eyes, and the pain she saw reflected there cut through her heart like a hot knife through butter. "like I said," she groaned in resignation, "if this is some sort of game to make me look silly, Mary Ellen, I'll...."
"Oh, Torchy-stop saying that," the bosomy blonde cried. "It's no game-no sham, nothing. Torchy-oh, God, Torchy, I'm pregnant. I-I'm pregnant!"
"You-you, Mary Ellen?" Torchy cried, unable to believe her own ears. "It can't be-not you. I mean, you-well, you know! You can't be pregnant!"
"But I am-I really am!"
"Oh, wow...."
"I suppose I deserve that after all the terrible things I said to you-and all the other kids at school, too," Mary Ellen said in a harsh, rasping whisper. "But it's true nevertheless, Torchy. I-I really am going to...no, I really am pregnant but I'm not going to have the baby. I can't!"
"Are you sure you're pregnant, Mary Ellen?"
"Well, I missed my last period," the bosomy blonde said miserably. "I'm already two weeks late, and-that just never happens to me!"
"Regular as clockwork, huh?"
"Yeah-right," the blonde said, and sighed deeply.
"Well, what is it you think that I can do for you, kid?"
"I-ah, I'm not really sure," the girl said hesitantly. "I guess I was sort of hoping that you could give me the name of a doctor who would-would...you know!"
"Abort your little problem, huh?" Torchy said, her dark eyes suddenly flashing with a raw and frightening anger. "Wow, you've got a lot of nerve, Miss Purity."
Mary Ellen closed her eyes, bit down hard on her bottom lip. "I know how terrible that must sound, Torchy, but it's not a question of choice. The thing is, my baby-my baby would be...." She cut off her words, her face twisted in an awesome sort of pain, and covered her mouth with her hands as a series of dry, racking sobs ripped at her body.
"Hey, hey-loosen up, for pity sake," Torchy said angrily. "I mean-what the hell, you're not even certain that you're pregnant. All kinds of things can make a girl late-or even miss completely!"
"Please, Torchy-I'm sure!"
"You haven't seen a medico yet, have you?"
"Well, no, but...."
"That's the first thing we've got to do!"
"I know, I know...."
"Look, Mary Ellen, I've got to say this," the raven-haired girl said. "Why did you run that game-that purer than pure bulljive you handed out at school. I mean you played that Miss Polly Pure Pussy role to the hilt!"
"I know, I know," the blonde said miserably. "I guess I was into some sort of guilt thing, and-I don't know how to explain it, Torchy. It was just a thing that happened. I fell into it...and once it started I didn't know how to stop it. Really, I-I felt helpless!"
"What about the father to be?" Torchy said. "What does he feel about an abortion?"
"I haven't told him, Torchy," the golden one said. "And I'm not going to, either! I-I can't!"
"What kind of crap is that?"
"But the baby is as much his as yours," the raven-haired girl said. "Any decision about it-well, he's got a right to have his say!"
"You don't understand, Torchy. It's not what you think-my reason for telling him!"
"So, tell me," Torchy demanded.
"I can't, Torchy," the bosomy blonde said. "Really, I-I can't tell anyone. It's too terrible!"
An aura of fear spread across the. face of the dark-eyed girl. "It's not David-my David, is it?" she said, a tremor in her voice. "Tell me, Mary Ellen-it's not him!"
"It's not David. It's not not any of the boys at good ole Welshfield High! Once again tears appeared in the girl's blue eyes. "Oh, God--God, Torchy!"
"C'mon, get a grip on yourself," Torchy said in exasperation. "I want to know who the father is!"
"I can't tell you, Torchy. I-I can't tell anyone!"
"Look, bitch, you asked me to help," Torchy said. "Well, I don't go into anything without knowing all about it. Either you tell me who the father is or I'm gone. You can work it out on your own!"
"Please-don't leave, Torchy. I need you!"
"Then give, broad!"
"Please, Torchy-please don't make me tell you," the girl said. "I-I...."
"FUCK IT," Torchy snarled as she got to her feet.
"No-wait," Mary Ellen cried, and grabbed Torchy by the arm. "I-I'll tell you. Only I really wish that you'd just help me without going into everything. I'm pregnant-Sweet Polly Pure Pussy has got herself in the family way. She's a phony, a-a...."
"You're stalling, Mary Ellen!"
"I'll tell you who the father is, Torchy-I promise," the blonde said. "Just give me some time to work up enough courage to do it. Okay?"
"I suppose," Torchy said. "But, look-what makes you think that I know the name of some abortionist. I mean, why pick on me, for pity sake?"
"Well, I thought that you-ah, you...."
"Now I get it," Torchy said as her face flushed with anger. "Yeah-right! You figure that I fuck everything that comes down the pike-right? So naturally I must have had a baby or two cut from my womb along the line!"
"Oh, no-no, Torchy," Mary Ellen cried. "It's nothing like that. I swear-no!"
"Then why me?"
"Because you-and only you, Torchy, are the only person in the whole stinking world I could think of who wouldn't think that it was a super-great joke that Miss Polly Pure Pussy was knocked up," Mary Ellen said. "Really, that's the reason I asked you to help me. And I'm so scared. It's like I've been half out of my mind since I missed my period!"
"Okay, kid," Torchy said. Relax. Let me think!"
"Torchy, you won't say anything about this to anyone, will you?" Mary Ellen said.
"Sure-I'm going to blab it all over school!"
"No-I know you won't," the bosomy blonde said with a huge sigh. "The father of the baby. Torchy, it's-this is really going to sound crazy, but the father is my little brother, Gregie!" She covered her face with her hands, fighting to gain control of her emotion. "We-he-that is, I-oh, God, Torchy, what am I going to do? My own brother, my-my own flesh and blood!"
Torchy slipped an arm around Mary Ellen's shoulders and the blonde buried her face against the raven-haired girl's bosom and began to sob frantically, her body shaking terribly as she lost the battle she had been fighting with hysteria.
"Shhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhhhhhh," Torchy's cooed as she began to stroke Mary Ellen's long, golden hair. "We'll think of something. Hey, c'mon-it's going to be alright. Shhhhhhh, shhhhhhh...."
"But, Torchy, I I'm so scared."
"Yeah; I can dig it," the raven-haired girl said. She was nearly in tears herself. "I'd be climbing the walls if I were in your shoes!"
"You don't even have a brother," Mary Ellen said.
"Not one that I know about, anyway!"
"Oh, Torchy," the blonde said, and tried to smile.
"Hey, that brother of yours-that Gregie," Torchy said with an evil little grin. "He's a cute dude. I've given some thought to slapping a little pussy on him a time or two myself. No kidding...."
"Yeah; but he's my brother. My flesh and blood!"
"Big fucking deal," Torchy said in mock frustration. "In ancient Egypt-thousands of years ago, the only chick good enough to spread her legs for the king was his own sister. And that's a fact!"
"Yeah-that's right, isn't it," Mary Ellen said with a shuddering sigh. "We learned that in history. Mr. Diamond said that that...." The blonde paused, biting down hard on her bottom lip. "But this isn't ancient Egypt, Torchy. And Gregie isn't a king. He's only a twelve-year-old boy, just twelve. Hell, he's still in elementary school-the sixth grade. Can you imagine him as a father. I mean, oh, God, what a mess! What a stinking mess!"
"Hey-c'mon," Torchy said in a soft, soothing voice. "I mean, it isn't going to help one little bit for you to go all ape again. So please don't start blubbering and crying again. I can't handle it! Okay?"
"Okay...."
Torchy searched her brain frantically, looking for some sort of way to restructure the conversation in a way that would bring the blonde out of her depression.
"What am I going to do, Torchy?"
"Listen, Mary Ellen-about that little brother of yours, Gregie," Torchy said. "If he's only twelve and all, does he-ah, you know? Does he ejaculate already? That's pretty young for that sort of thing, isn't it?"
A grin came to the blonde's face. "Oh, he ejaculates allright," she said. "Wow, does he ever!"
"Really?" Torchy said.
"Gobs and gobs and gobs," the bosomy blonde said, and then wrinkled her nose. "It happened the first time about-oh, a little over a month ago. We were in my room, in bed, and-you know! Anyway, he started to moan and cry, carrying on in a way like never before, and-I swear, Torchy-I knew that it was going to happen, that for the first time juice would come shooting out of his prick!"
Torchy's eyes were bright with fascination.
"He had this really strange look on his face," Mary Ellen went on. "I mean, his eyes were closed tight and his mouth was all twisted out of shape and-I knew what had happened. And then he said that I'd better check my snatch, that his orgasm had been something super-special. I was scared out of my mind but that little creep-he was just beaming with pride. He told me later that it was the most intense thing he had ever experienced in his life. And then he thanked me for helping him become a man-a real man!"
"It sounds like it was a gas!"
"It was-really fantastic," Mary Ellen said. "But I was scared that I'd get pregnant. I douched right away, and then I told Gregie that we had to cool it, that I could get pregnant and all that. We still did other thing-oral and like that, but it just didn't seem to really satisfy either of us. We were cool for about a week, and then-you know!"
"I know it's none of my business, Mary Ellen, but I'm curious as hell," Torchy said. "How did you and Gregie ever fall into a sex thing?"
"I-well, I used to have trouble getting to sleep at night," the blonde said, and then sighed to cover her sense of embarrassment. "The only thing that seemed to help was to-ah, frig myself!"
"I can dig it," Torchy said. "Boy, can I!"
"One day Gregie caught me-right in the act. I don't know, I think maybe I set it up so that he did. I mean, I'd been doing a whole lot of thinking about what it might be like to have his finger down there in my snatch, frigging me!"
"So-what happened?" Torchy said breathlessly. "Did you ask him to help you out or-or what?"
"He said that it looked like a lot of fun," Mary Ellen said. "He-he offered to do it for me. I don't think I ever said anything-yes, no, or maybe, but the next thing I knew he had his finger down inside me, playing with the tip of my clitoris. Oh, Torchy, it felt so good-so wonderful. Really, about a hundred times better than when I did it for myself. And he seemed to dig doing it for me!"
"So-go on, go on," Torchy said.
"One day he said that he wanted to kiss me down there. I tried to talk him out of it-not very hard, maybe, but I did try. He kept insisting and I guess I said yes because the next thing I knew his tongue was flicking about down inside my puss, and it was, even better than his finger. In fact, it was just about the wildest thing I had ever experienced-up until that time, anyway!"
Torchy began to stroke the lips of her vulva through the material of her slid. The juices down in her cauldron were starting to ooze, wetting the crotch of her briefs. She seemed to be unaware of what she was doing. "Ah, was it a oneway street or...."
"At first it was," Mary Ellen said. "I mean, it got to the point where I found myself rushing home from school just so that I could have him go down on me. I started to feel guilty about the whole thing. I mean, here he was-doing all these fantastic things for me, and I wasn't doing anything for him in return. One day, after he finished with me, I just sort of took his cock into my mouth and started to suck him off. It kind of threw me after he started to ejaculate-it was so hot and bitter, but he really seemed to love it and after a while I guess I just sort of got use to it. Now-well, I really love it when he comes. It tastes delicious, you know?"
"Oh, do I," Torchy said. "Do I ever!"
"Do you think that I'm a terrible person, Torchy?"
"Get serious, bitch," Torchy said. "I'm really glad that you turned out to be a human being after all!"
"But it's incest...."
"And incest is best," Torchy said with a huge grin. "But, hey-one thing! There's this marvelous thing out. now you ought to check into. It's called the pill!"
"I thought I'd be safe as long as I douched afterwards!"
"Yeah; you and about two hundred thousand other dopey broads," Torchy said, and then patted Mary Ellen on the side of the face. "We'll work things out!"
"You mean you'll help me!"
"Of course...."
"Do you know a doctor?"
"No; but I'll get the name of one real soon," Torchy said. "C'mon, Polly-dry your eyes and let's get out of this place. I've got to get home!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Kay was asleep on the couch in the living room when Torchy arrived back home. The raven-haired girl switched off the TV set and then sat down at the edge of the couch, next to her mother. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if perhaps she should just let her continue to sleep.
She was about to cover her with an afghan when the redhead opened her eyes. "Hiya, baby," Kay said, and looked up into her daughter's face. "Oh, boy-I dozed off, right in the middle of this movie! What the heck time is it getting to be, anyway?"
Torchy glanced down at her wrist watch. "A few minutes after eleven," she said.
"You just get back, sweetheart?"
"Yeah; this girl I know is in a fix pregnant," Torchy said. "She needs an abortion. You don't happen to know the name of a good man in that field, do you, Mom?"
Kay shook her head. "Naw; I-I had my tubes tied after you were born," she said. "That was before the pill and everything. Sorry, Torchy!"
"I'll find someone for her," Torchy said. "There's this really far out student teacher at school, Karli Olsen, and I'll bet that she can turn me on to someone!"
"School has changed a lot since I was a girl," Kay said with a grin. "But look-make sure this friend of yours doesn't end up with some quack!"
"Don't worry-I will," the raven-haired girl said. "So, tell me-how's your head at the moment?"
"About the same, I guess," Kay said. "I'm really dreading the idea of telling Brad. He's going to say that I'm just being silly and then we'll start to fight and...."
"Fight?" Torchy said in genuine surprise. "You and Brad, Mom? You don't fight?"
"Want to bet, sweetheart?" the redhead said with a wry grin. "Let me clue you in on a little talked-about fact of life, my darling daughter-all lovers fight!"
"Really?"
"Sure; it's part of caring," Kay said. "It's the most natural thing in the world!"
"Speaking of most natural," Torchy said, "David and I got it on today!" She paused for a moment, reflecting on the wild scene in the basement recreation room in David's home. "It took some doing but we finally worked things out. And it was beautiful, mom. Really, so fantastic that I-I felt like a queen or something!"
"Good, sweetheart-glad to hear it," Kay said. "I hope that means that Brad and I can have my bed alone tonight!"
"Yeah; I guess," Torchy said, and then wrinkled her nose to demonstrate her true reaction to her mother's words. "It's not right that I should expect you to continue to share your man with me, but-damn, I'm really going to miss that far out three-way action!"
"Well, you know it was only suppose to be a onetime thing, baby," the redhead said. "Still, every now and again we might give it a go. The three of us really make for a wild and reckless fling, don't we?"
"I'll tell the world," Torchy said, and then laughed. "As soon as it's ready for that sort of information!"
"You be careful with that boy, baby!"
"I'm on the pill, Mom!"
"That's not what I meant, sweetheart," Kay said. "What I'm trying to say is that fifteen is a pretty tender age to be tying yourself down to one man!"
"Yeah-I'm hip, but that's easier said than done," the raven-haired girl said. "David has this dopey idea about sexual loyalty and all that crap. He goes ape if I so much as talk about another boy. I don't know what he'd do if he found out I went out on a date or worse-ended up in bed with some other dude. It's really quite old-fashioned!"
"That's his problem, baby. Not yours."
"Yeah; but I hate to hurt him!"
"Fifteen-year-old boys hurt damned easily!"
"Can I ask you something-well, something rather personal, Mom?" Torchy said. "A far-out sort of thing?"
"You can ask," the redhead said with a shrug of her slender shoulders, "But that's no guarantee that I'm going to give you an answer. As far as I'm concerned, one can carry this thing about honesty too far!"
"Well, what I want to know is-have you ever made it with another woman?"
A look of absolute amazement filled the redhead's bright, green eyes as a weird little smile began to play at the corners of her ripe, pouty mouth. "That, my girl," she said, "will have to remain a deep, dark secret!"
Torchy was delighted. Her face lighted up like a Christmas tree. "That means you did," she cried. "Oh, Mom-wonderful. Tell me about it. Please-please. I really want to hear all about it!"
"All about what?" Kay said. "I didn't say that such a thing had ever happened!"
"No," Torchy conceded, "but you didn't say that you didn't, either!"
"I-ah, I think it's time for this old lady to grab herself a quick shower and then carry her weary bod off to bed," the redhead said. "See you in the morning, sweetheart. Have a good night!"
"Aw, Mom...."
"Goodnight, Torchy," Kay said, and then kissed her daughter lovingly. "Be sure you turn out the lights and everything before you go to bed, alright?"
"Sure-don't worry!"
While Kay was in the shower Torchy tried several times to phone Karli Olsen, the student teacher at Welshfield High who had introduced her to the joys of lesbian love. She had wanted to ask the older girl the name of a doctor she might take Mary Ellen to-but each time she called there was no answer at the teacher's fabulous apartment on the Gold Coast.
About eleven-thirty she decided to give it up as a bad job. She took a quick shower and then went to bed. She was asleep in seconds but it was a troubled sleep, filled with one sort of nightmarish dream after another.
It was a few minutes after one in the morning when Torchy was awakened by the sound of a wailing sort of shriek that came from her mother's bedroom. She leaped from her bed, went racing to her Mother's side as fast as her legs would carry her. "It's me, Torchy, Mom!"
The redhead sat stock-still in the middle of her bed, and even in the darkness of the room Torchy could see that she was terribly frightened. Indeed, the room seemed to be alive with her fear-a fear so thick and heavy that the raven-haired girl could actually taste it. She switched on the lamp at the side of the bed, hesitated for a long moment, and then sat down at the edge of the bed.
"What is it, Mom?" she cooed.
"Oh, Torchy, baby," the redhead cried as a fierce tremor began to race through her body. "Oh, baby, I-I...Torchy-Torchy...."
The girl swept her mother up in her arms and held her tightly. The older woman buried her face against her daughter's bosom, whimpering like a frightened puppy. "Hold me, Torchy," she cried in a thin, trembling voice. "Hold me tight, sweetheart!"
"It's okay, Mom," the girl said over and over again. "I'm here. Torchy's here!"
"It was just a dream-a nightmare, I guess you'd call it," Kay said after she began to settle down a bit. "But it was so realistic, sweetheart. Really. It scared the hell out of me. Wow, it-it...."
"It's alright," Torchy cooed. "Really, Mom!"
"I'm just being silly, baby," Kay said.
"It's not silly," Torchy said, and then tried hard to laugh in the hope that laughter might ease the awesome sense of tension that filled the room. Her mother's face against her breasts felt so good, so-so sexual. "Boy, you're trembling like a person in the final stages of St. Vitus dance!"
"Sorry if I scared you, too!"
"Don't sweat it," Torchy said. "Look, would you like to talk about it, Mom? It-well, it might help! And really, I am a very good listener!"
"No, baby, I-wait; yes-yes, I do want to talk about it, sweetheart," the redhead said. "I think you're right it just might help if I were to get it off my chest!"
The raven-haired girl felt her nipples grow hard and begin to pulse as her mother continued to nuzzle her face against her bosom. The juices down within her snatch were beginning to flow, too. A shudder of expectation rippled through her body as she curled her fingers around Kay's head and pulled her head tighter and ever tighter against the wildly throbbing desire that was building up inside her magnificent mammeries. "I-ah, I'm all ears," she cooed.
"That part of you that isn't bosom," the redhead said as she pulled away from her daughter and then playfully tweaked the peak of one of those steel-hard nipples she had been laying against. "You are really put together, young lady. Hell, when I was your age I was still practically fiat-chested. Use to drive me up the wall!"
"You're stalling, Mom," the girl said. "We can talk about my boobies later; right now-well, I'd rather hear about the nightmare you had. What caused it!"
"Certainly, Dr. Freud!"
"Sorry, Mom," Torchy said with a shrug of her shoulders. "I guess I did come on a bit strong-but I was only trying to get you to relax!"
"I know, baby," Kay said. "I know...."
"Would you like me to make you a cup of tea or something? It might help?"
"No, sweetheart," the redhead said. "Just hold me like you are. It really feels good to have your arms around me. So right, so very right...."
"Yeah, I-I know what you mean," the raven-haired girl said, and swallowed hard. Somehow one of he? hands had cupped itself over the front of one of her mother's fantastic, pear-shaped breasts, and she could feel it vibrating frantically against her touch. "So, tell me...."
"I'm not sure that I can remember it all!"
"You're stalling again, mother dear!"
Kay tried to smile, didn't quite make it. She covered Torchy's hand-the one kneading her breast with her own, and pressed the tips of her daughter's fingers frantically into the agony of her fantastic breasts. "Yeah, baby, I-I'm stalling," she said. "And I'm not really sure why I'm doing it. It's funny, you know? I-ah, I...."
"You're still stalling, Mom!"
"Okay," the redhead cried in exasperation. "Brad-in the nutty dream-Brad was busted and sent to prison. I could see him-and he was pacing about behind those steel bars, all huddled up in one of those horrible gray jumpsuits they make prisoners wear. He looked so miserable, sweetheart. Just like your father. So alone and-and lost!"
Torchy felt helpless. "It was only a dream, Mom," she said, and then sighed mightily. "Just a dream...."
"Dream or premonition, Torchy?"
"No one can foretell the future, Mom!"
"Yeah; I know that, sweetheart," the redhead said with a huge sigh as she pressed her daughter's fingers still tighter against the pulsing swell of her breast. "At least my head knows it. My gut, however-well, baby, that's something else again. Really...."
"Oh, Mom," the girl said. "Oh, wow!"
"The worst thing about the dream is that they sent him to the same prison as your father. The two of them got into a knock-down/drag-out fight and-and Brad was killed. Perry ripped his head right off his shoulders!"
The redhead paused as a series of ripples born of revulsion made their way up and down her spine. Torchy pulled her mother's body still tighter against her own, fighting to beat down the awesome sense of need that had the lips of her vulva pulsing wildly.
"I could see Brad lying there, Torchy-out in the middle of this field, the earth around him soaked with his blood. And it seemed so real-so frighteningly real, and I guess that's when I screamed or whatever. The next thing I knew you were here, holding me!"
"I don't know what to say, Mom," the raven-haired girl cooed. "But I can dig where you're coming from. A dream like that would have scared anyone. Hell, I'm trembling, too. But I don't think Daddy would ever kill anyone, Mom! I mean, he's not like that!"
"No-of course, he wouldn't, sweetheart," Kay said, and then turned and kissed her daughter-a kiss that carried more passion with it than she had consciously intended. "I-ah, I...." She pulled away from the girl but almost immediately melted against her again. "I'm just being silly. And you're right about Perry your father. He knows that I'm a chick who simply has to have a man in her life. I can't exist without physical love. And I really believe that he'd approve of Brad as his replacement. The two of them are very much a-like, you know. Big and strong and-well, gentle. Neither of them have to prove their masculinity!"
"Yeah; and they're both really hung, too," Torchy said.
"Oh, Torchy," the redhead sighed.
"What are you going to do, Mom?"
"About what, sweetheart?"
"About Brad and his new job?"
The redhead shrugged. "I really don't know, baby," she said. "I haven't come to any sort of decision. Not yet, anyway. Damn-damn, damn!"
"Are you alright now?"
"Well, I'm over the dream," Kay said. "But I'm really not alright. Lay down with me for a moment, Torchy!"
"Why, whatever for, mother?" the girl said with a grin as she reached out and snapped off the lamp. "I mean, whatever could you have in mind at the moment?"
Kay cut off her daughter's words with a savage kiss as she worked one of her hands up under Torchy's nightgown and curled her fingers around the frantic cone of one of the girl's magnificant breasts. "Oh, Torchy-baby!"
"I-I want it, too, Mom!"
"Oh, yes-yes, I'm sure!"
Mother and daughter wasted little time in getting out of their night clothes.
"I hope I'm not still dreaming," Kay said.
"No dream was ever this real," Torchy cooed as she took her mother's hands and set them down against her naked breasts. "No dream was ever that hard, that pulsing.. .
"I-I get the message, baby," the redhead cooed.
"Oh, Mom-Mom...."
Lovingly, the redhead kissed her daughter's dark eyes as she pushed her down onto her back. She kissed the tip of her nose, the base of her chin, and finally-as Torchy's began to whimper in expectation-her ripe, pouty mouth.
"Oh, Mom...."
"Yes, baby. Yes, yes-yes!"
Torchy parted her lips in invitation and her mother drove her tongue fiercely down into the raven-haired girl's mouth, and the young vixen quickly drew that wiggling invader deeply inside her and began to suck away madly at it.
Kay's patch of fiery-red pubic hair felt like a wad of steel wool as the older woman began to grind away at her daughter's pelvis, rolling her trim hips in a wide, circular path as she humped away. Spunk began to ooze its way up from deep within Torchy's love hole, bathing the tortured lips of her vulva with its syrupy sweetness.
A look of rapture filled Kay's face as she pulled away from Torchy's mouth and then quickly lowered her tongue down against the dark-eyed girl's breasts. "Oh, sweet mother of mercy," Torchy cried out as the wet tip of her mother's tongue flicked over each of her nipples, first the right and then the left. "I-I-I...." The older woman suddenly drew one of those hard, screaming cones up into her mouth and began to suck away frantically at it, holding the base firmly with the suction of her lips while her swirling tongue danced away merrily across the peak.
Torchy's hips gave a sudden lurch as she began to undulate against her mother, little animal like gurgling sounds rumbling from deep within her throat.
"That's so good, Mom. So-so right!"
The redhead spit Torchy's nipple from her mouth, nibbled her way slowly over to her other breast. She hesitated for a long, long moment, enjoying the shuddering ripples of anticipation that raced through her daughter's body before she finally moved against the other nipple.
Kay's own snatch had started to ooze, her inner thighs and the ripe, quivering demi-globes of her bottom were heavy with layers of the gooey juice that had seeped from her twat. The room was alive with the musky aroma of their frantic need-an aroma that only seemed to feed their need for one another.
Somehow Torchy managed to slip one of her hands down between the crush of their squirming bodies. She cupped her hand over one of her mother's breasts and began to knead the pulsing flesh there with her fingers.
"Oh, God-Torchy," the redhead cried. "I-I...." But there were no words to describe the wild and delicious sensations that ripped at her body. She pulled away a bit, supporting herself on her elbows. "This is crazy-absolutely insane, sweetheart!"
"Oh, no-no," Torchy cried. "It's beautiful!"
"Baby, baby...."
The redhead set one of her hands down on Torchy's trembling thighs and began to knead the flesh there, wordlessly communicating the fact that she wanted the raven-haired girl to spread her legs so that she could get at her snatch. It took a minute or two for the silent message to get through to her feverish brain, but finally the dark-eyed girl moved her long, shapely legs, exposing the shimmering pink lips of her fiery vulva to the older woman's touch.
Kay dipped the tip of her middle finger down into the hot, churning mass of pussy flesh that lay between her daughter's legs and the girl cried out in triumph, her voice a sputtering moan. "Yes-frig me, mother. Frig me, frig me...."
The wet, spongy walls of the raven-haired girl's cunt began to quiver and snap, clutching at the tiny invader that teased it, trying with all the strength at its command to draw that bony probe down deeply into itself.
"Easy, baby," Kay cooed.
"Oh, Mom-I'm so ready," Torchy cried.
Kay got up onto her knees, spreading her legs. She took one of Torchy's hands and set it down against her gooey pelvis, giggling to cover her sense of embarrassment. "You're not alone," she cooed as her bottom exploded, sending her tortured snatch raking wildly against her daughter's fingers.
"Oh, wow," Torchy moaned. "I guess I'm really my mother's daughter, aren't I?"
"Yeah-right," the redhead said. "C'mon, kid-slip a finger or two inside me. Hurry, baby please. I've got an itch like you wouldn't believe!"
"I believe, I believe...."
The redhead leaned over, flicked her tongue from between her lips and began to swirl it against the quivering flesh of Torchy's trim, tight tummy. She began to nibble her way down toward her daughter's bubbling cauldron, moving in a crazy, zigzagging sort of pattern.
Torchy pulled her hand away form her mother's snatch, the fingers making a little popping noise as the wet, sucking pussy flesh there was forced to give up its treasure, and then she began to tug at the redhead's hips.
"Climb on top of me, Mom," the raven-haired girl cried. "I want to do you the same time you're doing me. Hurry, hurry. Let me sink my tongue up into your cunt!"
Kay hesitated for a moment, but there was no way she could fight the terrible need that had built up inside her. She lifted one of her legs up and over Torchy's bottom and then settled her dripping quim down against her daughter's mouth as she sent her own tongue surging down inside the raven-haired girl's frantically bubbling cauldron.
The dark-eyed girl filled each of her hands with a healthy chunk of her mother's quivering bottom, dug her fingers frantically into the meat there and then pulled the redhead's hotly throbbing quim fiercely down against her hungry mouth.
"Torchy-baby," Kay moaned. "Oh, lover-baby!"
As Torchy drove her tongue up into her mother's screaming snatch, the older woman spread the shimmering lips of her daughter's vulva-just enough so that the tiny cone of wild pink magic that was her clitoris could pop free of the heavy folds of gooey flesh that held it captive.
"Yes, the clit the slit," Torchy mumbled. "Suck it for me, Mom. Suck it, suck it-suck my cliff "
"Sixty-nine is hard, baby," Kay moaned. "It's so hard to-to...." She cut off her words as the tip of Torchy's wet invader flicked across the peak of her awesome she-cock. "Oh, Torchy-baby, I-I love it. I really love it!"
Torchy's hips exploded, sending her snatch thundering up against her mother's mouth. The redhead sighed in resignation and then sent her tongue corkscrewing down into the sizzling ooze of singing tissue and confulsing muscle that was the dark-eyed girl's love hole.
"At last, at last," Torchy cried.
They lapped away at each other frantically, each of them kneading the quivering flesh of the other's bottom as they moved their tongues in and out, in and out. Their hips began to flop about in protest, moving in wide, sweeping arcs as they sputtered and dipped.
They rolled and twisted against one another, wailing cries of the purest sort of joy rumbling from their throats. Their tongues moved faster and faster, lashing at the gooey flesh of the other's snatch. And then, as if a silent command had been given, they each drew the she-cock of the other into their mouths and began to suck away wildly, holding the trembling roots firmly with their lips as their tongues danced wildly across the peaks.
It was all either woman could do to hold on to the other's girl-prick as they thrashed about, scooting all over the surface of the bed. But hang on they did, and soon both of them were gurgling with the joy of their approaching orgasms. They continued to such away at those meaty paps as their toes began to flutter and snap, each of them savoring the heady dew that flowed from the cunt of the other.
Finally they could hold on no longer, and twin orgasms erupted into one fantastic climax, and spunk flooded from their love holes like lava from Vesuvious. It hit again and again, wild and frantic, sucking every bit of strength from each of their bodies. Finally they grew still. Kay managed to roll from on top of her daughter but then she collasped, her whole body trembling with the aftermath of the experience.
Torchy rolled up onto her knees, kissed her mother on the cheek and rolled from the bed. "I don't think it would be too cool if Brad were to find us here like this," she said as she stumbled toward the door. "See you in the morning, Mom!"
"Yeah-right," the redhead said.
Kay was fast asleep, dreaming of Brad by the time Torchy made it to her own room. "Oh, my nightie," she moaned, and then raced back to her mother's room. She covered the sleeping redhead with a sheet, slipped into her night gown and then left the room once again.
Karl Olsen, the student teacher in physical education at Welshfield High, was always talking about how wonderful her big Swede of a father was in bed. "Daddy-fucking is the greatest," she was fond of saying. Yeah, well-maybe, Torchy mused as she crawled back into her own bed, but it sure can't be any greater than mother-fucking. No sir, no way....She turned over a time or two and then quickly drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Torchy awoke to the aroma of fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen. She sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms high above her head. She felt so good, so bright and-and loved. The session with her mother had done fantastic things for her head. She slipped into her robe and made her way toward the kitchen, humming softly. Kay sat at the table, reading the front page of the morning paper. "Brad still in bed?" the raven-haired girl cooed.
The redhead moved the paper away from the front of her face and immediately Torchy could see that something was wrong-terribly wrong. There were dark circles under her mother's green eyes, as if she hadn't slept at all.
"What is it, Mom?"
"Brad isn't here, baby," Kay said.
"Didn't he come in last night?"
"Oh, yeah; he was here alright," the redhead said. "But you know those fights he and I never have?" Torchy nodded. "Well, we had a beauty last night. Wow! He stormed out of here at five this morning, more angry than I've ever seen him before. I don't know if he'll be back, baby!"
"Hey; that's crazy," Torchy cooed. "He'll be back as soon as he cools off. You two are too good together not to patch things up. I mean-really, Mom!"
"I sure hope you're right, sweetheart," Kay said with a moanful sort of cry. "That man really means a lot to me-too much, maybe!"
"The job-right?" Torchy said with a huge sigh. "You fought about his new gig?"
"What else?" Kay said. "Oh, Torchy-I was a perfect bitch about it! He wouldn't listen to anything I had to say on the subject. He kept saying that I was being silly-over and over, that's all he said. And I kept getting bitchier and bitchier and then...." She shrugged her narrow shoulders and twisted her mouth in frustration.
"Why did he walk out?"
"I blew my cool, said something-ah, stupid!"
"like what?"
Kay shrugged, looked down at the table. "like he could have the job or me-but not both," she said.
Torchy pulled out a chair, sat down. She looked long and hard into her mother's face, slowly shaking her head from side to side in disbelief. "Yeah," she said after a while. "That was, indeed, what you call 'something stupid.' How could you do it, Mom. Give him an ultimatum like that?"
"I don't know, baby," the redhead said. "It just sort of slipped out. I regretted it the moment it left my mouth, but the damage had already been done-and Brad was long gone before I had a chance to apologize!"
"Where did he go?"
"Who knows?" Kay said miserably. "There must be a hundred beds in this town where that magnificent bod of his is welcome. I mean-damn, I really fucked up, sweetheart!"
"Did you call his hotel?" Torchy said hopefully. "I know he only uses the room to store his clothing since he moved in here with us, but maybe...."
"He's not there, baby," the redhead said. "I've called at least a dozen times. The desk clerk says that he hasn't seen Brad for several days!"
"And the Clown Lounge is closed?"
"I tried calling there-the Velvet Hand, too," Kay said. "I couldn't get an answer at either place!"
"Okey-so let's jump in the car and go out and look for him," Torchy said. "Welshfield isn't that big. I'm sure that we can find him if...."
"Torchy, Torchy-wait," the older woman said. "I can't go anyplace. Sy Cohen is picking me up here at eight o'clock. We're going up to Bluefield for a company meeting. We probably won't be back until late tomorrow!"
"Oh, boy," the raven-haired girl said. "Can't you get out of it, Mom?"
"I don't see how," Kay said. "It's really a big deal. Lance Rhumor called the meeting for all department heads and their executive secretaries. Sy is depending on me-and it's my job. Sy is...."
"Sy Cohen," Torchy said, and wrinkled her nose. "I hate that creep. It makes my skin crawl just to have him look at me with those beady eyes of his. Yuck...."
"But he's my boss, baby!"
"And that's all?"
"Oh, look, sweetheart, there was a time when he had a little affair, going," the redhead said sadly. "He gave me a big rush and-hell, I was lonely. He was a mistake from the jump and I knew it!"
"And he's still warm for your form!"
"It takes two to make that thing happen, baby!"
Torchy stood up, began to pace. "I really think you're making a helluva mistake, mother-but you do what you have to do," she said. "I guess I'd better get dressed for school!"
"Would you like some eggs or something, sweetheart?"
"Just coffee, Mom!"
"Look, baby, I...."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I've gnt no right to go shooting my big mouth off like that. It's just that Brad is pretty damn important to me, too." An impish sort of grin spread across her face as she returned to her chair and sat down. "Is it alright if I share your bed with Brad-if he comes back and all?"
Kay grinned, raised an orange eyebrow.
"It's just that I might be able to pick up a pointer or two for David," she said. "I mean, that poor dude has even less experience than me!"
"Sure, you can share the bed with him?"
"I-I can?" Torchy sputtered.
"Just as long as the two of you don't do any fucking without me," the redhead said.
Torchy moaned in disappointment. "Aw, gee, Mom," she said in a mock pout. "You don't ever let me have any fun! All the other mothers let their daughters fuck their lovers when they aren't around to take care of business!"
"I'll tell you what I will do, baby," the redhead said, a huge, frankly evil grin on her face. "Bring David around some time and we'll do one of those swap things!"
"That's sounds wild," Torchy said. "Oh, yeah-but I'd bet neither Brad nor David would go for it!"
"Hey; I was just kidding, Torchy!"
"Yeah-I know!"
"It does sound sort of exciting, doesn't it?" Kay said. "A mother and daughter switching lovers!"
"Hell, why switch at all?" Torchy said. "Why don't the four of us just share the same bed?"
"An-an orgy?" Kay said, and ran the tip of her tongue over the rim of her suddenly dry lips. "Oh, wow-I could get off just thinking about something like that. But, like you said, neither of the males would go for it!"
"Let me give it some thought," Torchy said. "If I can get it worked out would you go along?"
"Sure, baby, but-don't pin your hopes on anything like that ever materializing. It's just too far out. Even in this day of sexual liberation, that's wild!"
"So wild that the juices in my snatch are starting to flow like the river Shannon. Oh-oh, God, would I like to be able to pull something like that off. Maybe I could get Karla Olsen to join us!"
"The student teacher?'
"Yeah-and wait until you see her, Mom. She is the most sensuous, the most-ah, desirable woman I've ever seen. She has dark hair that comes all the way down to her rump and big blue eyes and-well, all the kids at school, male or female, go out of their minds whenever she's around!"
"Dream on, Torchy," the redhead said. "Dream on, sweet little girl. Dream on, dream on...."
"Hey; speaking of Karli, rd better get my tail in gear if I'm going to see her before school starts," Torchy said. "Look, do us all a favor, Mom, and keep that fat creep you call boss at bay. Okay?"
"Don't worry," Kay said. "Oh, yeah-have you got enough money to tide you over until tomorrow evening?"
"Yeah; I'm flushed. A big four dollars!"
"Well, look; I'll leave ten dollars in the sugar bowl on the hutch in the dining room. Take it if you need it for anything. And, Torchy, if you should happen to run into that man of mine, tell him...."
"That I have a stupid lady for a mother!"
"Yeah-right!"
Brad had picked up a fifth of bourbon after he left Kay's place. He drove down to the river and killed it, fighting the anger that blazed away inside him. Fucking cunt, he mused bitterly. Her or the job, her or the job. Bitch. . . .
He stumbled out of the car, began to stagger along the bank of the river. "Big deal," he cried aloud. "I mean, what the fuck, huh? Her or the job, her or the mother-fucking job? Who needs it, huh? Who...."
He stumbled against a rock and fell to his knees. "FUCKING, NO-GOOD CUNT," he roared at the filthy water in the river. "WHO NEEDS HER? NOT ME! PLENTY OF PUSSY AROUND FOR OLE BRAD! PLENTY, PLENTY. All I've got to do is...." He tried a dozen times or more to snap his fingers before he finally gave it up as an impossible task.
"Drunk," he cried. "Fucking drunk...."
A cry of anguish caught in his throat as he fell fore-ward on his face. He lay there for a time-ten minutes or more, and then somehow managed to get back onto his feet. He staggered back to the car and crawled behind the steering wheel. He laid his head down against the wheel as the blackness closed in around him.
Dawn was breaking as he awoke. He was still drunk-and sick. It felt as if there were a full-scale war going on inside his head and his belly churned dangerously. It took him nearly ten minutes but he finally managed to get the car started and back onto the road that led to town.
He drew a bead on the white line in the middle of the road and used it as a guide line as he drove along, the car swaying from side to side. He pulled into the parking lot of the E-Z REST MOTEL and killed the engine. His head was still spinning and he had difficulty in sorting out his thought. Still, he was reasonably certain that he knew someone who stayed at the E-Z REST. Was it a chick? One of the dancers maybe? He had a vague memory of once having had to drive one of the girls home from the Longue one night. Her car wouldn't start or something like that.
But who? he mused. Who?
His feverish brain refused to provide an answer. Somehow, though, he knew that whoever it was could be found in room 109. He climbed out of the car, took a moment or two to get oriented and then began to march down the ribbon of concrete that ran along the front of the rooms.
There were only twelve units in the motel. 109 was near the end. Brad paused in front of the door, weaving from side to side. He passed his hands over his face, trying to drive away some of the cobwebs that seemed to have gathered there, and then rapped loudly on the door. He waited for a moment and then rapped again, louder than before.
"Go away," cried an obviously irritated, female voice. "No one home...."
"Hey-inside," Brad bellowed. "C'mon, open up!"
"Look, mac-go away before I call a cop!"
Brad's face twisted in a frown. He tried to identify the female voice, failed. "Hey, c'mon-c'mon, you bitch," he cried, and then started to bang on the door with both of his hands, setting up a real racket
"Who the hell are you, anyway?" the voice demanded.
"It's me," Brad said, and pounded his chest.
"Who the hell is me?'
"Alvin Bradley Taylor," the sandy-haired giant cried. He had to grabbed onto the side of the building to keep from falling flat on his face. "And I'm drunk as a lord!"
"Well, I don't know no Alvin Bradley-wait," the voice said. "Brad? Is that you, Brad?"
"That's what I said, sweetheart!"
The door snapped open and the little blonde who called herself Ula Lundstrum looked out at Brad in wide-eyed amazement. "Brad, it really is you," she said. "And-Jesus, what happened to you? You're. covered with mud!"
"I had a fight with the river and...."
"Don't tell me," the girl said. "The river won!"
"Right you are, my lady!"
Ula slipped an arm around his waist and half-dragged/half-led the lumbering giant into her room. She managed to get him over to the bed before he passed out on her. "I've dreamt about this a time or two, lover-boy," she cooed, "but to tell you the truth, I never really expected to see you here, alone with me in this room!"
She rolled him over onto his back, began to peel his mud-caked clothing from his body.
"Kay, you lousy cunt," the giant roared in his stupor. "I-aw, fuck! The Dutchman can have you!"
"No Kay here," Ula said as she took a wash cloth and towel from the bathroom and began to wash Brad. "This is Ula, lover, and I'll take good care of you...."
"Teena Tiny Tits," Brad moaned.
"Oh, Torchy-how nice," Karl Olsen cooed as the raven-haired girl entered her office outside the gym. "Hiya, teach," Torchy said.
The student-teacher took her hand and then squeezed it lovingly, holding it tight against her bosom. "I had a dream about you last night," she cooed. "And what a dream!"
"I tried to call you last night," Torchy said. "About eleven o'clock or so. There was no answer at your crib!"
"I'm sorry I wasn't there," Karl! said. "My father came into town unexpectedly and I was with him at his motel until-oh, three-thirty anyway!"
"Did you have a nice-ah, chat?"
"Chat," the student teacher said as a look of rapturous joy filled her face. "We chatted so much that it's all I can do to walk this morning. Oh, God, Torchy what a lover that father of mine is. We must have went at it a dozen times or more-and he was asking for more as I left!"
"He took everything you had, huh?"
"Yeah; and then some...."
"Too bad," Torchy said with a little sigh. "I was thinking quite seriously of falling by your crib tonight. It's been days and days since I last sprawled out on that fantastic water bed in your playroom!"
"Supper's at six-thirty," Karli said. "I'll broil a pair of steak out on the veranda for us!"
"Crazy," the dark-eyed girl said.
"I hope I'm in shape by then!"
"Yeah; me, too," Torchy said.
"Look out," Karli said as she pulled away from Torchy. "Here comes Ms. Freeland. God, what a bull dyke. Look at the way she carries herself. She looks like she ought to be playing the line for the Cleveland Browns!"
"Listen, Karli-before she gets here," Torchy said. "I need the name of a doctor for a girl who thinks that she's in big trouble!"
"Not you, lover?"
"Oh, no-no," the raven-haired girl said with a huge grin. "A friend of mine. She's really going crazy. Do you know anyone here in town?"
"Yeah; I'll write it down for you," Karli said, and then quickly wrote down a name and telephone number on a piece of scratch paper. She managed to hand Torchy the slip before Ms. Freeland stormed into the office.
"Good morning, Karli dear," she cooed, and then turned to glare at Torchy. "You're going to be late for your homeroom if you hang around here much longer, Miss Fleming. And Ms. Olsen and I have-well, things to do before our first period class. So, if you don't mind...."
"Oh, I don't mind at all," Torchy said.
Karli winked at the raven-haired girl. "Thanks for the info, Karli dear," Torchy said, and then quickly covered her mouth with her hand. "I mean, Ms. Olsen. See you in class," she added, and then walked out.
The bell for the start of homeroom rang while she was still at her locker. She slammed the metal door closed and then made a mad dash down the hall to her homeroom. She made it safely to her seat just as the final bell rang.
The situation between Brad and her mother, Mary Ellen's problem, her date with Karli for supper-all these things had the raven-haired girl lost in a fog of thought and she failed to respond when Mrs. Rush, her homeroom teacher, called her name for the attendance roll.
"Torchy-hey," Ike Cobb cried in a harsh whisper and then poked the girl in the ribs. "The bride of Frankenstein is talking to you!"
"I-ah, I'm here, Mrs. Rush," Torchy said. "Sorry, I must have been daydreaming or something!"
"Sometimes, young woman, I wonder why you bother to come to school at all," the teacher said.
"Yeah," Torchy snapped back, "sometimes I wonder about that, too!" She regreated the words the moment they passed her lips but there was no way she could take them back.
A cold, chilling silence filled the room.
Anger flashed in the teacher's cold, green eyes. "Would you repeat that statement, Torchy?" she snarled. "I want to make absolutely certain I heard what I think I heard!"
"Better cool it, Torchy," Ike whispered. "She's in a foul mood. Back off...."
"I-ah, I spoke without thinking, Mrs. Rush," Torchy said. "I'm sorry. Forget I said anything! Okay?"
"Miss Fleming, it has been my experience that you always speak without thinking," Mrs. Rush said. "And r m afraid that your words of apology are all rather shallow!"
"Don't start on me again today, Mrs. Rush. I-I'm not feeling very well and...."
"Torchy, I'm telling you," Ike said as he covered his face with his hand so that the teacher couldn't see his lips moving. "She's already sent Sunny Johnson down to the vice-principal's office. Back off...."
"I'm trying," the girl whispered back. "But she's not going to let me. Look at her, she's spoiling for a fight-a no-holds-barred affair!"
"Mr. Cobb, Miss Fleming," the teacher cried, and then stamped her foot to show her displeasure. "One would think that by the time one reached high-school age, young people would have learned enough of the social amenities to know that whispering is most impolite!"
"Yes, ma'am," Ike said.
"Please, Mrs. Rush," Torchy said miserably.
"Please what?" the woman demanded.
"Please just leave me alone," Torchy said hotly. "I mean, pick on someone else this morning. I-I'm really not in the mood for any. of this. I-I...." She shrugged, allowing her words to trail off.
"I never, as you put it, pick on anyone, young lady, but I do consider it my duty as a teacher to...."
"You're picking on me right now," Torchy cried.
"Young woman, I will not be spoken to in that tone," Mrs. Rush snarled. "Now, either you apologize or I'll be forced to take you down to the vice-principal for...."
Wayne Hunter leaped to his feet and glared at the teacher. "Why don't you just leave her alone, Mrs. Rush," he said. "The chick says she wasn't feeling well!"
"SIT DOWN, YOUNG MAN," the teacher snarled.
The boy swallowed hard and then returned to his seat. "I still think it's wrong, the way you're always picking on-on Torchy," he said.
"That's enough, young man. One more word out of you and you'll be on your way to the vice-principal's office!" She turned back to Torchy. "Now, young lady...."
"Mrs. Rush-just this once, couldn't you let this mess slide," she said. "I'm truly sorry if I upset you, but I-I'm just not in the mood for a lot of nonsense!"
"Nonsense," the teacher sputtered.
"I chose the wrong word," the raven-haired girl said. miserably. "Please, Mrs. Rush...."
"Please-what, young lady?"
Torchy grabbed onto the top of her desk, fighting desperately to beat down the raw and sprawling anger that ate away at every fiber in her body.
"I'm waiting, Torchy," the teacher snarled.
"Hey; will somebody hand her a. hammer and nails so that she can nail me to the cross," the dark-eyed girl said.
"THAT DOES IT," the teacher screamed. "NO TEACHER HAS TO PUT UP WITH THAT SORT OF THING!" Her eyes searched the class, came to rest on the face of a girl named Helen Morton. "Miss Morton, would you please go down to the vice-principal's office and tell him we need him here?"
The girl looked around the class. She started to stand up and then quickly sat down again. "Send someone else," she said in a trembling whisper.
"YOU REFUSE?" the teacher snarled.
The girl swallowed hard. "Y-y-yes," she said, and then looked down at her shoes.
"I'll go get him," Torchy said. She looked over at Helen and smiled. The mousy girl blushed, her eyes radiant with pride.
"Why don't we all go?" Ike Cobb suggested.
"Right on," cried Wayne Hunter, and got to his feet.
About half the class got to their feet and began to walk toward the door. The teacher raced passed them, barred their path. "Get back into your seats, students," she said.
"Only if you quit picking on Torchy," a girl said. "That's right," cried a boy. "Yeah; enough is enough," said another boy.
More students left their seats and joined those who stood at the door. The teacher's eyes grew big and round. She shook her head in confusion, as if she were unable to believe that such open defiance could actually be happening.
"What's it going to be, Mrs. Rush?" Wayne Hunter demanded. "Do we forget about this and all go back to our seats or do we all go down to the vice-principal?"
"Go back to your seats," the teacher said in a quiet, little voice. "You, too, Miss Fleming!"
It was several seconds before anyone moved. It was as if the students were unable to believe that they had won the confrontation with the teacher. Torchy and Ike were the first to move. Wayne Hunter was next, then Helen Morton, and then all the others. The teacher returned to her desk, sat down at her chair and stared out of the window, ignoring the fact that she had not completed the attendance roll.
"Billy Llewellyn is the only one absent, Mrs. Rush," one of the students said. "Everyone else is here!"
The teacher seemed not to hear the student. She continued to stare out the window, a blank look on her face. She seemed to be lost in a world of her own making. She was still there when the bell for the start of first period began. The class filed out in silence.
Mary Ellen Lewis was waiting for Torchy outside the door to Mr. Diamond's history class. The raven-haired girl took the bosomy blonde by the arm and herded her over to a vacant place against the wall. "I've got the name of a doctor," she said. "A good man...."
"Oh, Torchy-thank you," Mary Ellen said. "I I hope you know how grateful I am. Gee, I-I...."
"Hey; don't start blubbering here," Torchy said.
"Look, I'll meet you in front of the cafeteria at the start of fifth period. We can call this dude for an appointment!"
"The sooner the better," the blonde cooed.
Alan Diamond, the history teacher, walked up to the two girls and stared at them with an impish sort of smile on his face. He looked down at his watch, back at the girls. "Class is about to start," he said. "Will you join me, ladies!"
"Anytime," Torchy cooed, her voice low and husky, gushing with sexual overtones.
It was a few minutes after eight when Sy Cohen pulled his car into the driveway of the Fleming home. Kay was at the door waiting for him. She picked up her suitcase and headed for the Porche. Sy hurried from the car, took her grip and set it down as he opened the trunk.
"You look beautiful this morning, Kay," he cooed.
"Well, I don't feel beautiful," the redhead snapped. "And I'm warning you, Sy-don't forget that this is strickly business or...."
The fat man threw his hands up in front of his face, as if to ward off a series of blows from the slender woman. "Hey-wait," he said, and laughed. "I just got here!" He put her suitcase in the trunk, closed the trunk and then walked on over to the passenger's side of the car and opened the door.
"Sorry, Sy," Kay said. "I-I . . "
Sy turned his face to the sun. "Nothing could upset me on a day like today," he said. "It's just too beautiful. I think I must really be a hedonist at heart!"
"I'm warning you, Sy," the redhead said. "I'm in a foul mood and I'm not going to be good company!"
"Fight with the boyfriend?" the fat man said as he hurried over to the driver's side of the car and climbed behind the steering wheel.
"Fuck off, Sy," Kay said.
The fat man shrugged, started the engine and then backed out of the driveway. "I'll bet he was upset because you would be spending the day-and the night-with me," he said. "I hope you told him he didn't have anything to worry about!"
"He knows he doesn't have anything to worry about, Sy!"
"Isn't that what I said?" the balding man said with an evil grin on his face. "Let's not fight, Kay. It's just too beautiful for anything like that!"
"Whatever you say...."
"Mint green is really your color," Sy said. "It does such nice things for your-your figure!" He reached over and parted the jacket the redhead had on, glared lustfully down at her proud breasts. "Yes sir, mint green is...."
Kay slapped his hand away. "You start anything, Sy, and-I swear, I'll get out of this car and you can find yourself another secretary!"
"I was just trying to get a better look, Kay!"
"Just trying to cop a cheap feel," the redhead retorted.
"It's just that you look unusually beautiful this morning, that's all," the fat man said, and flicked the tip of his tongue all around the rim of his thick, puffy lips. "I mean, it's just natural that a normal, healthy man would respond to all that-that beauty!"
"You touch me again and I'll break your arm, Sy!"
"Alright, alright...."
Brad awoke with a strange sensation in his groin. He opened his eyes to see a maze of long blonde hair bobbing up and down over his cock. The girl-whoever he was-really knew her stuff, the sandy-haired giant mused. Her lips and tongue were cool and moist, and they moved in a way that soon had him hard hard and alive, pulsing with a frantic and urgent sort of need.
He reached out and touched the girl's head. She allowed his prick to slip from between her lips and then looked down into his eyes, a hungry, lustful grin on her face.
"Good morning, lover," she cooed.
"Ula?" Brad said as he tried to focus on her face. "Well, of course, silly...."
"But how did I...."
"You have a beautiful cock, lover," the pale blonde cooed. "I've enjoyed nibbling on it!"
"I hope you're not planning on stopping," the big man groaned. "I can't think of a nicer way to meet a new day than to have someone go down on me!"
The girl pushed her bottom lip out in a cartoon of a pout. "Is that all I mean to you, Brad-darling?" she cooed. "A someone? A chunk of meat? Nothing more than a bit of pleasant friction to help you get off?"
"My head is killing me, kid," the big man moaned. "I'm not up to any great philosophical discussion at the moment. I may be wrong but I was under the impression that this blow job was strictly your idea!"
"Oh, it was-yes," the blonde cooed. "I mean, I've been sitting here for hours and hours looking down at that fantastic roll of love meat and-well, I got to wondering how it might taste and then next thing I knew...."
"Yeah, yeah," Brad moaned. "You're not really a fellatrix but my pecker looked so special you just had to try it out, isn't that right?"
"A fello-what?" the blonde said. "What was that word you used, Brad-baby?"
"Fellatrix-it means cock-sucker!"
"Oh-is that right," the blonde said with a huge grin. "I like that. It makes it sound sort of-I don't know, high class and everything!"
"Do you plan to continue?" Brad demanded.
"Oh, of course, lover," Ula cooed. "I love fellatrixing, especially with you. It's just that I was hoping you might do a bit of sweet-talking first!"
"Sweet-talking!" the big man roared.
"Isn't that what lovers do? Sweet talk?"
"Look, kid, I-I...."
"You said that you loved me, Brad," the blonde cooed. "Don't you remember?"
The sandy-haired man's lips moved frantically but no intelligent sound came from his lips. The best he was able to do was shake his head NO!
"Well, you did," the blonde said. "The first thing you said when you walked through that door was that you and that redheaded bitch-the Dutchman's wife-that you were busted up forever. You said-you said...." She managed to bring a tremor to her voice. A single tear squeezed its way from her left eye and rolled down her face.
"Look, kid, I-I was drunk," Brad said. "I-I don't even know how I got here. I went down to the river and killed a fifth of bourbon and-well, after that everything is pretty much of a haze. I-I'm sorry!"
"Don't you at least like me?" the girl pleaded. "I mean, at least a little bit!"
"Well, of course, but...."
"That's a start," the girl said, brightening. "People can learn to love one another if they...."
"What are you trying to build, Ula?"
A look of hurt confusion filled the slender blonde's face, but in truth she was looking for some means of turning the situation to her advantage. Brad Taylor was going to be a man with important connections now that he was taking over the Velvet Hand, she reasoned, and-if she played her cards right he ought to be able to do her a lot of good.
"I guess I was just kidding myself, huh?" she said.
"I'm sorry if I ran a game on you, kid," the big man said. "That's usually not my style. The only thing I can say in explanation is that I was stoned out of my mind!"
"It's okay," the girl said. "Really, I-I...." Her words trailed off into a huge, wailing sort of sigh. "I should have known that a man like you wouldn't really want anything more than an easy piece out of a chick like me!"
"Hey, c'mon...."
"I'm just being truthful, Brad-that's all!"
The big man tried to pull away from her but she latched onto his hips and held him tightly. "I-I haven't finished what I started," she cooed.
"I seem to have lost the mood, kid!"
"The least you can do is let me finish," the blonde said as she managed to squeeze another tear from her eye. "I mean, leave a girl with some sense of pride!"
"Oh, brother," Brad moaned. "Women are crazy-every one of you. I-I should know better than to try to figure one of you out. You want to suck me off-go! Have a ball. But it won't lead to anything!"
"At least that way I won't feel totally rejected!"
"Have at it, sweetheart!"
Once again the blonde lowered her mouth down against his manhood as she curled her hand around the thick, meaty shank. She kissed the face a time or two and then sent her tongue whirling wetly around and around the glans.
"Ohhh," Brad moaned. "That's nice, kid!"
The sandy-haired giant began to undulate under her, rolling his hips in a huge arc as she swung his pelvis-upward, trying to ease a bit of his love meat up into her wet, sucking mouth.
The girl fought him playfully, consenting only to nibble away at the tortured face of his now thundering cock. She began to caress his tool, stroking the shank of the way one might a kitten. Finally she took a bit more of his cock into her mouth and the big man cried out in triumph.
"Ula-baby," he groaned.
She began to nibble her way up and down the stalk, moving her lips from glans to root and back again, circling around and around. She jerked his tool from the surface of the bed, exposing the plump, swollen sac of agony that contains his testicles. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm, juicy," she cooed, and then sent the tip of her tongue wiggling against the dark flesh there. "And full, too...." She worked her way down along the seam like line of flesh that separated his nuts, roofing deeper and deeper until at last the probing tip reached the rim of his dark, puckering anus.
Brad began to tremble with expectation, raising his hips up from the bed, and then he cried out in joyous agony as she drove her tongue deeply down into that forbidden hole.
"Ula, Ula-oh, baby," the giant moaned.
He began to thrash about like a fish out of water, crying out her name again and again. Suddenly the girl pulled her tongue from his bung-it made a little popping noise of disappointment that made her laugh. She raised her head, opening her mouth, and then slipped her lips down over his fantastic tool, devouring it in one, long stroke.
"Wonderful," Brad cried. "Fantastic...."
She curled her thin lips tightly around the base of his cock as the muscles within her mouth and throat suddenly sprang to life, twisting and vibrating against his love meat. The wet, singing flesh and wild, convulsing muscles seemed to draw fighter and fighter against his cock.
Brad grabbed her head, filling each of his hands with a hank of her brittle blonde hair, and then began to bump his pelvis up against her mouth, moving erratically as his long, lean body began to vibrate. His hips exploded in a grinding sort of action as he tightened his grip on her head, fucking her mouth and throat.
The blonde began to play with his balls, kneading the raw, agonized flesh there between her nimble fingers.
"Ula, I-I'm so close," Brad cried.
Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her over onto her back. He climbed on top of her, drove his hard, screaming cock back down into her mouth and began to hump away at her, his huge balls slapping away frantically at the base of her chin as he moved closer and closer to the moment of climax. The blonde reached up, dug the tips of her fingers into the rippling meat of his bottom.
"I-I'm there," the sandy-haired giant cried. "I-I'm going to come, Ula. I'm going to some in your mouth, baby. I-oh, God, I-I...."
His words trailed off into a wailing moan as his orgasm ripped its way from the face of his cock, sending his awesome load of rich, sputtering jism splashing frantically into her mouth and throat.
The blonde held on to his bottom for dear life, sucking away wildly at his love meat. Brad's orgasm struck again and again...and still the blonde continued to move her lips and tongue, draining every last drop of love juice from his suddenly limp pecker.
Brad pulled away from her, rolled over onto his back. The blonde rolled on her side, facing him, and buried her face against his broad, hairy chest. "Well," she said after a time. "How was it, lover?"
"Fantastic," the giant said breathlessly. "Ula, my girl, you are one fine cock-sucker. It's no wonder that kid-ah, Freddie Whatshisface-is so possessive!"
"Oh, him," Ula said, and wrinkled his nose. "I got stupid one night and slapped a little pussy on him. Now he thinks he owns me or something. He's a pest, you know!"
"Do you mind if I use your shower?" Brad said. "I'm feeling a bit funky!"
"Can I join you?" the blonde cooed. "I just love all that hot water cascading down against my body when I'm with someone I really dig. It's so-so sensuous!"
"Suit yourself, kid. It's your crib!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Torchy and Mary Ellen cut out of school at the end of the sixth period. "I sure appreciate this," the bosomy blonde said as they left the building. "I don't think I could face this if I were alone!"
"No problem," Torchy said. "I've had about all of school today that I can take, anyway. You're lucky you don't have ole lady Rush for homework. The broad is flipped. This morning she-ah, forget it. I don't even want to talk about it! She gives me a pain where no pill will reach!"
"I hear she and her husband are having problems," the golden blonde said. "I hear that-well, that he plays around on her a lot. Doesn't even try to hide it or anything!"
"Hell, if I were married to something like that I'd probably play around, too," Torchy said. "I'll bet the only time she ever lays any pussy on him is on his birthday-and then she keeps asking if it's over yet!"
"Oh, Torchy," Mary Ellen said, and began to giggle.
"Hey, we'd better get moving if we're going to get to that doctor's office by two-thirty," Torchy said. "C'mon, let's go. Here comes a bus...."
The offices of Dr. W. Morris Kindermann, Gynecologist, turned out to be something more than Torchy had expected. The walls of the waiting room were paneled in rich, gleaming walnut and the furniture was all chrome and leather-modern and expensive. Indeed, there seemed to be an arua of money-lots of money-about the place.
"I guess the abortion business must pay pretty good in these sexually liberated times," Torchy said to Mary Ellen. "I mean, wow-look at this place!"
"Yeah; I had sort of expected some grimey hole-in-the-wall operation," the blonde said. "Boy, I-I hope I'm going to be able to afford his services!"
A rather buxom woman in a stanched white uniform smiled out at the girls from behind a piece of glass in the wall at one end of the room.
"Which of you is Mary Ellen-ah, Smith?" she said with a huge, warm smile. Mary Ellen raised her hand. "Come through the door, Mrs. Smith. Doctor will see you now!"
Torchy gave the bosomy blonde's hand a quick squeeze and shoved her gently toward the door. "I'll be right here, waiting," she said.
"Oh, Torchy, I-I...." Tears appeared in the golden one's eyes and began to roll down her face.
"Cool it, will you, kid," Torchy said. "C'mon, you can't keep the doctor waiting!"
"Yeah; I know...."
Torchy began to pace the floor of the waiting room, her mind trying to graple with a seemingly endless series of problems. Brad, her mother, Mary Ellen, David, Karli, Sy-even the future of the Velvet Hand seemed to be vying for her attention. The nurse returned and asked Torchy if she would like a cup of coffee while she waited.
The raven-haired girl shrugged, shook her head.
"Your friend-Mrs. Smith," the woman said. "She's in good hands. Don't worry. Dr. Kindermann is the best man in his field in this part of the state!"
"Yeah; you'd think I was the one worried about being pregnant or something," Torchy said. "The examination-does it take a long time?"
"I'm afraid so," the nurse said, and smiled warmly. "The doctor is very thorough. By the way, Karl Olsen tells me that you and she are quite good friends. She phoned earlier today about your friend, Mrs. Smith!"
"She did, huh?" Torchy said. "That was nice of her. I had no idea she was going to do it!"
"Oh, she's a thoughtful person," the woman said.
"Yes; she's great...."
"Have you known her long?"
"Just since she came to do her student teaching at the high school," Torchy said. "We seemed to hit it off right from the first moment we met. She-well, she's really a pretty fantastic person, Miss-ah, Miss...."
"Call me Bev, won't you, dear?" the woman said. "Everyone does. And I'll call you Torchy, if you don't mind!"
"Oh, I don't mind at all, Bev!"
The raven-haired girl found herself warming to the nurse. She was in her late forties-heavy-set, with wide hips and a huge behind and enormous breasts. Her eyes were a watery sort of blue, and they seemed to radiate a gentleness that the dark-eyed girl found very warm and loving. Her face was as round as a pie, motherly. It was the sort of face that seemed to inspire confidence.
"Have you known Torchy long, Bev?"
"Actually, Karli's father and the doctor are fast friends and-oh, here comes Mrs. Smith now! From the look on her face I'd say that it was good news the doctor gave her!"
The bosomy blonde threw her arms around Torchy and covered her face with a brace of wet, sucking kisses. "I'm not," she cried happily. "Oh, God, Torchy-isn't it wonderful? What a relief! I'm not pregnant, I'm not...."
"Yeah-great," the raven-haired girl said with a grin. "Hey, did you remember to get a script for B.C. pills, Mary Ellen? I'd hate to have to go through something like this all over again!"
"Right here," the bosomy blonde said brightly, and then stroked the shoulder bag she carried. "And an other script to bring on. the one that's late. He said it was just nerves or something strange like that!"
"I guess we can leave then, huh?"
"Yeah; right...."
They were out in the hall, headed for the stairway, when the buxom nurse came running after them. "Miss Fleming, Miss Fleming," she cried after them. "Wait-please wait!" Torchy turned to face her, her face twisted in an inquisitive frown. "The doctor-he'd like to see you!"
"Me?" Torchy said. "But...."
"He didn't tell me what it was about," the nurse said with a little shrug, "but he did say that it was important-very, very important!"
Torchy turned to Mary Ellen. "Do you mind waiting for me while I check this out?" she said.
"Don't be silly," the golden blonde replied. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Torchy-not after all you've done to help me!"
Torchy followed the nurse back into the doctor's offices, through the waiting room and into one of the cubicals he used as examination rooms. "If you'll just have a seat, Torchy," the woman said. "I'm sure doctor will be right with you!"
"Is it something about Mary Ellen?" Torchy said. "Is that it? There's something he didn't want to tell her?"
"No-no, child," the woman said. "I-ah, I'm certain that it's nothing like that!"
"But what else could it be?" Torchy said. "I mean, I don't know the man from Adam. What could he possible have to say to someone he doesn't know?"
"I really don't know, dear, but-oh, here's the doctor now," she said, and sighed with relief.
"Thank you, Miss Thompson," the doctor said. "I'll take it from here. Please see that Miss Fleming and I are not disturbed for anything. Thank you!"
The doctor was a short, balding man in his late fifties with hard, close-set eyes, a huge, bulbous nose, and loose, puffy lips set in a heavy, oblong face. He looked at Torchy in a way that made her skin crawl
"What's happening, doe?" the girl said.
"Yuo're Karli Olsen's young friend, aren't you?"
"That's right," Torchy said. "Listen, I...."
The expression on the fat man's face stopped Torchy cold. He actually looked as if he were about to start drooling. A raw, biting ripple of apprehension raced up and down her spine as the man stared at her breasts. She swallowed hard, tried to look away from his beady eyes. There was something in his expression that made her skin want to crawl.
"Torchy-what a fitting name," he cooed, and then gave the head of his cock a quick, jerking tub through the material of his pants. "Karli told me quite a bit about you today. We spent a good twenty minutes on the phone!"
"She did, huh," the girl said, a tremor in her voice. "Just what did she say to you about me, for pity sake? I mean, why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're even more beautiful that she said, Torchy. Really beautiful...."
"Yeah-fine," the girl said. "But look, I thought you had to see me about something. I-my friend is waiting for me and...."
"I thought that Karli was-shall I say, exaggerating, but no-oh, my, no-not at all," the medico said. "Indeed, you are everything she said-and more. Oh, much, much more. Yes-oh, my, yes-yes!"
"Hey, look, doe, I'd love to stay around here and gab, but like I said-I've got a friend waiting for me!"
"She'll wait," the man said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah; but...."
"What did Karli tell you about me, Torchy?" the doctor said as he continued to tug at the head of his cock. His eyes seemed to bore right through the girl's clothing, fixing on the proud nipples of her magnificent breasts.
"N-nothing," the raven-haired girl said. "I mean, nothing out of the ordinary. Look, man, I've got to split. Mary Ellen will be having kittens if I don't!"
The man's cock was erect now. It poked frantically against the front of his pants, sputtering and jerking, like a trapped animal trying to escape.
"I've really got to split, doc...."
"Don't you dare move," the balding man snarled. "Can you see what I'm doing with my hand, Torchy!"
"Er-ah-what do you mean?"
The medico zipped down his fly, releasing his cock. The raven-haired girl leaped to her feet, began to back away from the man. "Keep away, you creep," she cried.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Torchy," the man said. "Don't be frightened. I swear, I won't even touch you!"
"I'm not going to touch you, Torchy," he said. "I just want you to watch me! That's not too much to ask, is it? Look at my cock, little girl. See how big and hard and...."
"I'm getting out of here!"
"WATCH ME, YOU BITCH...."
"Watch what?" Torchy sputtered. "Some dirty ole man play with himself!"
"Yes-exactly," the fat man cooed, his eyes suddenly bright with passion. "But it would help a lot if you were to get out of your clothing. It makes it nice, Torchy. Oh, little girl, you have no idea how nice it makes it for me to have someone like you watch me masturbate!"
"You're sick, doc. Crazy...."
The medico began to stroke his love meat, running his fat finger up and down the long, thick shaft. "Look, you little bitch. Look at my cock...."
"I'm getting out of here," Torchy cried, an edge of real hysteria creeping into her voice. "Don't try to stop me or-I swear, I'll clobber you, you creep!"
"I think you'd better listen to something first, Torchy," the doctor said as he pulled a tiny, cassette recorder from his jacket pocket. He switched it on and a static hum filled the tiny cubical. "I think you'll recognize the voice on the tape here. Just let me turn up the sound and-there!"
The raven-haired girl's eyes grew big and round. "Kart," she said, bewilder. "What the...."
"Listen, kid," the voice on the tape went on, "I know that this will sound crazy as hell but-look, I want you to do what Dr. Kindermann wants!"
"Oh, God, Karli-no," the girl cried.
"I promise you, lover, he won't hurt you or anything. He-ah, he...I'm sorry, kid. I can't explain now but it's very important to me that you do exactly what he says. I'll explain everything when I see you tonight . , , and, somehow, lover, I'll make it up to you. But please-please, Torchy, do whatever he says. Do it for me!"
"Karli-Karli," Torchy moaned as she shook her head slowly from side to side.
"Well?" the fat man said as he switched off the recorder and returned it to his pocket. "What do you say now, my silly little girl?"
"I say that you're a fat, fucking creep," Torchy cried. "But I'll do it-for Karli, you pig. You slimey pig. You you...." She allowed her words to trail off, sank back down into her chair. "So do it jack off, you creep!"
"First I want you to get out of your clothing and dance around a little," the fat man said. "The whole thing won't take more than ten minutes, and then you and your little friend can be on your way!"
"Okay-okay," Torchy said bitterly.
She hesitated for a moment, trying to sort out of her thoughts. Finally she began to unbutton her blouse but the fat man stopped her with a wave of his hand. "I-I want you to dance about as you're disrobing, Torchy," he said. "You know, like a stripper!"
"But I'm no dancer, doc. I've got two left feet!"
"DO IT," the fat man thundered.
"Alright, alright but don't say I didn't warn you, you creep," Torchy said. "I-I...."
"DANCE, BITCH...."
Torchy began to move about the tiny room, gliding about as she hummed a current rock number to herself. Once again she began to unbutton her blouse and this time the medico made no attempt to stop her. He moved back against the wall, his eyes hot on her body, and then began to caress his love meat with the fingers of both hands.
The raven-haired girl slipped out of her blouse and then dropped it down onto the chair. She hesitated for a moment and then went to work on the zipper at the side of her skirt. "Oh, yes-yes," the fat man cried in a wet, wailing hiss. "That's fantastic. Oh, hmmmmmyessssssss!" She stepped out of her skirt, draped it over the back of the chair.
"Now the bra-the bra, little girl," the medico moaned as he increased the rhythm of his fingers against the shaft of his cock. "Get out of it. Hurry, hurry. I want to see those magnificent breasts!"
"Sure, doc," the girl cooed.
His eyes seemed to glass over as the raven-haired girl released the catch at the back of her bra and her fantastic boobs surged forward, freed of the wisp of nylon cloth that had held them captive.
"Oh-oh, little girl," the man groaned. "Let me see them. I must see them. I-I...."
His cheeks began to glow a ripe, cherry-red.
"Please, little girl," he whimpered. "Oh, please-let me see them. Your tits, bitch-let me see those fantastic glands before I-I-ohhhhhhhhh, Torchyl"
"Easy, pops," the girl cooed.
She seemed to be delighted with the way he was responding to her little tease. It was crazy and everything. Still, the idea of having someone-anyone--so hot for her form filled her with a strange and thrill sort of wonder. She could feel the juices beginning to flow down inside her vagina, moistening the lips of her vulva with their syrupy-sweetness.
"Torchy-oh, Torchy...."
"Whip that meat, pops. Have a ball!"
"You enjoy being a prick-teaser, don't you. Torchy," the balding man snorted. "You take great satisfaction in seeing a man squirming before you with the need for your body. I mean, you actually enjoy it!"
"Why not?" the raven-haired girl cooed.
"My mother told me," the fat man rasped. "She told me what girls were like. Evil and perverted and-and out to make a man kneel before them!"
"She must have been as nuts as you are," Torchy said. "I mean, this whole thing was your idea, buster-or don't you remember that? You forced me into doing this by . . "
"GET OUT OF THAT BRA, YOU LITTLE WHORE," the doctor cried in a voice that shook with anger. "LET ME SEE THOSE TITS. LET ME SEE THEM...."
"Whatever you say, doctor!"
She eased the cups of the bra away from her breasts, moving at a snail's pace, enjoying the rasping little gasps and sighs that gurgled from the medico's throat. Suddenly she slipped the bra straps from her shoulders and hurled the wisp of flimsy nylon high up into the air.
The doctor's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets as sweat appeared on his forehead and began to trickle down his fat face. He slid down against the wall until he was settled on his rump and then spread his short, thick legs as he really beat his love meat.
"Now the briefs, little girl," he moaned. "Let the nice man see your sweet little quim!"
"You haven't said whether or not you dig my boobs, pops." the girl said. "Don't you like them?"
"I-I-I . . "
Torchy placed her hands on her hips, drew in a huge breath of air, filling her lungs to the bursting point-and her fantastic mammeries actually seemed to leap out at the short, fat, balding man. The nipples were hard and alive, pulsing wildly, reflecting the mounting sense of need that was beginning to bubble away inside her witch's cauldron. "Don't you think they're beautiful, pops?"
"M-ma-magnificent," the doctor moaned.
"Thank you, kind sir...."
"Your panties, Torchy. Please...."
The raven-haired girl pretended not to hear the man's frantic pleading as she moved her hands up under her breasts, cupping her fingers under those ripe, pear-shaped globes. She began to flick the tips of her thumbs against her nipples, moaning frantically as they grew harder and harder.
"Oh, God-mommie, mommie!"
"What's with you, doc?"
"I'm so close, Torchy-little girl," the fat man grunted. "Get out of your briefs so that I can-can COME. Mommie-mommie, your little boy is going to do that nasty thing. He can't help himself, mommie. He-he's weak!"
"Stop it, Torchy," the medico cried "All I want you to do is watch me play with myself. You don't have to say anything. In fact, I-I want you to shut up. Now, get out of your briefs...."
The girl slipped the tips of her fingers down under the elastic at the waist of her briefs and began to roll the gauzy wisp of satiny black material down over her slender, well-rounded hips. She puckered up her lips and began to make wild sucking noises with the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth as the doctor's fingers ripped away frantically at his roll of love meat.
"Hurry," he moaned. "Hurry, little girl...."
"Haste makes waste, pops!"
"You gutter-bitch," the medico cried. "You-you whore of Babalon. You-you...." His words began a frantic cry of pain as he began to wiggle about on his rump, scooting about on the floor like a man in the final stages of a grand-mal fit. "Hurry, hurry...."
Torchy worked the brief down around her creamy thighs, exposing the huge patch of silky black hair that seemed to stand a proud sentinel above the wet shimmering lips of her wildly convulsing pussy.
"Get out of them," the doctor demanded. "Hurry, give them to me, you little bitch. You temptress. Please-oh, God, you must hurry. Hurry...."
"Alright, alright!"
The raven-haired girl stepped out of her briefs, held them out in front of her body, dangling them loosely between the tips of her tumb and index finger. "What are you going to do with them, doc?" she cooed, and then began to swirl them around in the air.
The medico reached out with a trembling hand, panting like a dog fighting the July heat. "Please," he moaned. "Please, I have to have them. You know I have to have them, little girl. You know, you know...."
"No, doc-I don't," Torchy teased. "Tell me what you're going to do with them and then maybe-remember, I'm saying maybe I'll let you have them!"
"I-I-I...."
"Oh, you can do better than that, doctor," the girl cooed. "A man with all your education. C'mon, try real hard. I'll bet you can do it. Tell me, doc. Tell Torchy why you have to have her panties!"
"Because I-I can't come without them, you bitch," the fat man screamed. "I-I need them to...ohhh, mommie-help me, mommie!"
"What's with this mommie-jive, doc!"
"Mommie, mommie...."
"Hey, look, I...."
The fat man's eyes seemed to rolled back in his head, and he seemed to be struggling to get air into his lungs. A tingle of fear rippled its way up and down Torchy's spine.
"Hey, doc-what's wrong. You look-ah...."
"YOU BITCH-YOU LITTLE GIRL BITCH," the frantic man bellowed at the top of his voice. "Wait, doc...."
"PRICK-TEASING CUNT," he ranted. "I KNOW, I KNOW-YOU THINK I'M GOING TO STEAL YOUR PANTIES AGAIN. BUT I WON'T. NO, I PROMISED MY MOTHER THAT I'D NEVER DO IT AGAIN!"
"Your face, Dr. Kindermann-it looks so...."
"GIVE ME THOSE PANTIES, WHORE. DON'T MAKE ME BREAK MY PROMISE TO MOMMIE...."
"But, doc...."
The fat man began to thrash about, his body ripped by spasms. Tears flowed from his eyes and rolled down his face in a raging torent. His color changed from a cherry-red to an ashen-gray, and he began to rasp frantically, as if someone had their fingers around his thick throat and was in the process of choking the life's breath from him.
"YOUR PANTIES, YOUR PANTIES...."
"I really think I ought to call the nurse, doe!"
"JUST GIVE ME YOUR BRIEFS," the grasping man cried as he pawed frantically at the air with his hands, struggling hopelessly to get at the wisp of nylon. "I'LL BE ALRIGHT IF YOU'LL JUST HAND OVER THOSE FUCKING BRIEFS!"
"Okay, okay," the girl cried, and threw her panties at him. "Here, take them. Anything! Just please. don't die on me, pops. I can't handle anything like that!"
"At last-at last," the man cried happily. "And I swear to you, mommie-I didn't steal them this time. Ask the little girl-shell tell you, she gave them to me!"
The fat man wrapped the satiny material around the huge, sputtering head of his frantic prick and then began to bellow and snort as he whipped away frantically at his love meat, his fingers becoming little more than a pinkish-white blur as he moved them faster and faster.
"You see, you see?" he moaned.
"I-I'm watching, doc," Torchy said.
"I had to have them, little girl," he cried. "It's the only way I can get off. You see, you see-I'm going to spurt my load all over your panties, little girl. I-oh, mommie, I-I'm going to do that bad thing, mommie!"
Suddenly he grew still, his tight, beady eyes flashing with the most intense sort of excitement. "Mommie-oh, mommie-help your little boy," he cried in the voice of a frightened boy. He began to shudder and shake as his orgasms struck with all the seeming force of a violent summer storm, his load of thundering jism saturating the satiny black material as it spurted wildly from the face of his hammer.
Torchy watched in amazement, both frightened and fascinated by his strange antics. "Oh, mommie-mommie," he cooed over and over again in that little boy voice.
"Doc-hey, c'mon, pops," Torchy cried.
Finally the fat man grew still. He rolled over onto his side and then sprawled out on the floor, his thick, blubbery body twitching with spasms as a series of violent after-orgasms ate away at the surface of his flesh.
Torchy inched her way over to him, afraid that he was dead or dying. She reached out hesitantly with her hand and touched the side of his sweaty face. The fat man's eyes popped open and his lips moved frantically but no sound came from his mouth.
"I really think I'd better get the nurse," she cried. "I think I'd-ah, rd...."
The fat man grabbed her by the leg and dug the tips of his fingers into her flesh. "No-no," he cried. "Not yet. It's not quite time yet...."
"Okay, okay," Torchy said. "But I think...."
The raven-haired girl cried with relief as the buxom nurse came rushing into the room. She dropped down on her knees next to the fat man and began to unbutton the top of her starched, white uniform. She pulled the cups of her bra away from her enormous breasts and then took the fat man into her arms. She shoved a nipple into his mouth and he began to suck away wildly at it. "Shhhhh, shhhhhh, baby," the woman cooed. "Mommie's here now and everything's alright!"
"Mommie, mommie...."
"Yes, baby-mommie's here," the woman cooed. "And later on she'll give her good boy a nice enema and make him feel ever so much better!"
"I didn't steal them, mommie. She gave them to me!"
"Yes, sweatheart. Shhhhh, now. Shhhh, shhhh!"
She returned her nipple to his mouth and once again he began to suck away wildly at it. "Look, Torchy," she said. "On my desk you'll find an envelope with some money in it. Take it and buy yourself some new panties. It's very important that you leave now. Please, get dressed and leave as quickly as hnmanly possible!"
"Yeah-sure," Torchy said as she hurried back into her clothing. "But are you sure that he's alright. I mean, before-he looked like...."
"I've handled this situation many times, Torchy. Please don't worry. I-I know what I'm doing. The doctor will be just fine if you'll leave!"
"Make her go away, mommie," the fat man cried. "She's upsetting me very much. She's going to tell you that I took her panties-but it's not true, she gave them to me!"
"She's leaving, darling," the woman cooed. "Lock the outside door as you leave, please, Torchy. And don't forget the envelope on my desk. I have your name written across the front of it!"
"What took so long?" Mary Ellen said as Torchy walked into the waiting room. "Hell, I was about ready to send bloodhounds out after you!"
"I'll tell you later," the raven-haired girl said. "C'mon, hurry, I need to get far away from this place!"
Torchy reached through the opening under the glassed-in wall to the reception cove and swept the envelope with her name on it from the desk. She ripped it open and then stared down in disbelief at the ten ten dollar bills the envelope contained. "All, that creep," she cried, and threw the money down on the desk. "That lousy creep!"
"What is it, Torchy?" Mary Ellen said.
"Let's get out of here...."
"Sure-sure, but won't you please tell me what the hell is going on?" the bosomy blonde said. "I mean-wow, this is crazy. You were in there so long and then...."
"The doc is a weirdo, Mary Ellen. He-I-Jesus, I don't know where to start. The whole thing is like something out of some avant-garde movie-surrealistic, nutty. The doc, he belongs in a nut factory!"
They were out on the sidewalk, walking toward the bus stop on Cardiff Street, before Torchy was able to fill Mary Ellen in on what had taken place back in the doctor's office.
"He jerked off into your briefs, huh?" the blonde said, and wrinkled her nose. "Yuck...."
"And he kept calling for his mommie, like he was six or seven years old!"
"Why did you let him do it, Torchy?"
'Well, I-I...." She decided that it might not be a good idea to tell the blonde about Karli and the tape. After all, now that she was no longer in trouble, she might return to her old ways-become Polly Pure Pussy again, and what would a bitch like that do with the knowledge that a student-teacher had been sexually involved with one of her students? "I guess I just felt sorry for him or something!"
"Let's go to my house," Mary Ellen said. "No one will be home there and we can talk girl-to-girl!"
"I feel dirty," Torchy said. "Really, I think I'd better go home and climb into the shower!"
"You can shower at my place," Mary Ellen said. "I have my own personal bathroom-right off my bedroom!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The meeting at Zarta Products had broken up at a few minutes after two. Sy had driven Kay to the motel where they were staying. He dropped her off at the door, saying that he wanted to pay an old friend a visit.
"Me for the shower," the redhead said. "And then a nice, long nap."
"What about supper?" Sy said. "I thought we might split a steak and a nice bottle of wine at...."
"No; I-I think I'll have room service send me up a hamburger or something. I'm not very hungry!"
"But, Kay, I was really counting on the two of us
"I know what you were counting on, Sy," the redhead said. "And you're wasting your time. I tried to tell you that what happened between us before was a mistake, Sy. Now, look, I-I'm really into my new man. Nothing is going to make me spread my legs for you, so-please, do us both a favor, will you? I mean, just stop trying!"
The fat man shrugged. "If that's the way it is, that's the way it is," he said. "Okay, look-I'll pick you up about six-thirty for that next meeting. Okay?"
"Yeah-fine!"
Kay stayed in the shower in her motel room until she began to feel slightly water-logged. She stepped out into the bedroom area and pulled up short. Sy Cohen was sprawled out across the bed, naked.
"Hi, baby," he cooed.
"You greasy mother-fucker," the redhead cried. "What the hell are you doing in here? How...."
The fat man's cock was hard and erect, pulsing frantically as it sputtered about, the head slapping its way from fat thigh to fat thigh. "C'mon, baby," he cooed. "Come grab a handful of this load of love I've got for you!"
"You slimey bastard," the redhead sputtered in frustration. "Get out, get out of my room!"
"C'mon, baby. C'mere to Sy and...."
"GET OUT, GET OUT...."
The fat man flicked his tongue around the rim of his lips as his eyes bored in hotly on the redhead. She seemed to be unaware that she, too, was naked. She stood there in the doorway, trembling with anger. Her fantastic boobs quivering, the full, rupe nipples bobbing up and down, up and down.
"I need you, Kay," Sy said. "I need you in a way that I could never hope to put into words. C'mon, come over here and let me love you. Just once more, baby-one more time and I swear I'll never bother you again!"
"That's what you said the last time, you prick!"
"Baby, baby," the fat man cooed as he rolled up into a sitting position. "I mean, look at this pecker of mine. Have you ever seen it so hard? So-so ready?"
"GET OUT, SY. GET OUT OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"
"It won't take no time at all for you to get me off, baby. C'mon, lay down here next to me and...."
The fat man leaped from the bed to head off the redhead as she moved toward the phone. He caught her by the wrists and pulled her body close against his own, grinding away at her with his hips and pelvis.
"You slimy bastard, you prick, you-you...."
Sy tried to kiss the squirming redhead and she sank her teeth viciously into his bottom lip, drawing blood. "Oh, my God-my God," the fat man cried as he pulled away from her and covered his mouth with his hands. "I-I'm bleeding. You drew blood, you crazy bitch...."
"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT...."
"Bullshit," the fat man snarled, his face twisted in a horrible frown. He began to move toward the redhead again, stalking her like a jungle cat moving in for a kill.
The redhead backed away from him until the wall stopped her. The fat man continued to bore in, walking stiff-legged, looking for all the world like a huge, lumbering, and fantastically horny bear.
"Stop it, Sy...."
"Just once more, Kay," he cried. "I have to have you. I have to. It won't do any good to fight me, Kay. I-I...." His words trailed off into a hissing cry as he lunged at the redhead. "Kay-baby...."
The woman moved quickly to the side, darting away from the charging bear of a man, and he went crashing head first into the concrete-block wall. There was a horrible thud, and then the would-be caveman dropped to his knees and grabbed the top of his head with both hands, shrieking with pain.
"Serves you right, you bastard," Kay cried. "I hope you cracked that slimy skull open. I hope you...." She allowed her words to trail off as the fat man slumped forward, whimpering like a frightened puppy. "Sy, are you alright? Hey, Sy-oh, God. Oh, God--God...."
"Everything's spinning, Kay," the fat man cried. "I'm afraid I-I...."
The redhead dropped down onto her knees next to him. An ugly bruise was knotted across the fat man's forehead and he seemed unable to focus on her. "Oh, God-Sy, I'm sorry. I didn't want anything like this to happen. Not really!" She cupped her hands under his hairy armpits and tried to help him to his feet. Suddenly the fat man sprang to life. He curled one arm around her waist and then forced her down on her back against the floor. He crawled on top of her and drove his cock savagely into her cunt, humping away like crazy.
"Oh, yeah-yeah," he cried happily. "Oh, that sweet, sweet pussy-I've never know anything like it, Kay. It's so juicy, so...."
The redhead beat at his head and back and shoulders with her fists, struggling with all the strength at her command to work her way out from under the monstrous hulk that had her pinned to the floor.
"Relax, baby," Sy cooed. "Hey, it'll all be over in a few seconds if you'll just relax. C'mon, sugar...."
He tried to kiss her again and again Kay sank her teeth into his lips. The fat man jerked away from her, brought his thick, beefy hand crashing down against the side of her face. The woman screamed, a fierce anger sparkling in her bright green eyes.
"Get off me, you pig-you slimy pig!"
"Fuck me back, you cunt. Fuck me, fuck me...."
He grabbed both of Kay's wrists, pinned them down against the floor. "There was no reason for it to be like this, you crazy cunt," he said miserably. "All I wanted was a little romp. All you had to do was...."
Kay spit full in his face. "Pig," she screamed. "Lousy, stinking, slimy pig...."
"Don't, Kay-no!"
"I'm going to see that fat, ugly ass of yours rotting in prison over this, you pig," the redhead snarled. "Rape, it's rape...."
"Move your hips, you bitch. I-I'm going soft!"
"FUCKING PIG...."
Suddenly the fat man rolled from on top of her. He got to his feet and walked over to the bed and sat down. He covered his face with his hands as he began to cry. "What have I done? Oh, God, what have I done?"
"RAPE-that's what you done," the redhead sputtered as she searched the room with her eyes for something to use as a weapon.
"Hey, c'mon," Sy said. "I might have been a little on the aggressive side, Kay, but-c'mon, you can hardly call that rape. I mean, we've been lovers a dozen times or more!"
"With me as a willing partner," Kay sputtered. "This time you forced me-and that's rape!"
"That's crazy...."
"We'll see what the cops think!"
"You're not really going to call them, are you?"
"Oh, yeah-just watch me," the redhead said as she made her way over to the phone and picked up the receiver. "You just watch me, Sy Cohen jailbird!"
"No, Kay-please don't do that!"
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't?"
Tears began to roll down the fat man's face. His lips moved in a grinding fashion but no intelligible sound came from his mouth.
"Oh, you're so fucking pathetic!"
"I'm sorry, Kay," he mumbled. "I-I...."
"Just get dressed and get out of here, will you?"
"You're not going to call the police?"
"I-I don't know what I'm going to do!"
"I'll do anything you say, Kay-anything at all, only in the name of mercy, don't call the police!"
"Alright, alright-I won't," Kay cried. "Just get out of my room, out of my life...."
"Sure, sure-anything you say," the fat man said. "And you won't be sorry. I'll make it up to you somehow. You'll see, Kay, I'll...."
"GET OUT-GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Torchy felt a lot better after her shower.
She stepped from the bathroom in Mary Ellen's bedroom with a towel wrapped around her middle. It wasn't much of a towel and the raven-haired girl couldn't decide if it were more important to cover her breasts or her beaver and bottom-there was no way the towel could do both jobs. She hadn't taken more than a step or two when she decided to give up the struggle. She draped the towel over her shoulders and let it go at that. "I could bear the idea of getting back into my clothing," she said to the golden blonde. "Not just yet, anyway!"
"I hope you're feeling better," Mary Ellen said, and tried hard not to stare too openly at the full, ripe perfection that was the raven-haired girl's breasts.
"Oh, yeah-lots. Lots and lots!"
"We're not exactly the same size, Torchy, but-well, I think I could find something for you to wear!"
"No, no-thanks, anyway, but no," the dark-eyed girl said with a grin. "That is, unless it's some sort of hassle for you for me to be like this. I feel so clean at the moment, so clean and free...."
"It's no hassle," the blonde said. "My parents aren't due home for hours and only God might know where Gregie is. We're quite alone at the moment!"
"Great!"
Torchy raised her arms high above her head and sprang up onto her toes, stretching mightily. Her dark, vibrant flesh seemed to ripple invitingly, and the golden one had to keep reminding herself to breathe. She was beginning to feel turned on and that frightened her.
"Why don't you join me, Mary Ellen?"
The bosomy blonde's eyes grew big and round as a shudder of expectation raced through her body. "Why, Torchy," she said in a trembling voice, "whatever do you mean?"
"Get out of your clothes; get naked!"
A look of surprise filled the blonde's eyes as she felt a strange thing happen down inside her cunt-a lurching sensation as the soft, spongy walls there began to sputter and snap. "Are you trying to seduce me, Torchy?"
"Would you like me to try, lover?"
"I-I don't know, Torchy!"
"You could always slip out of your duds just in case something should develop," the dark-eyed girl said. She dropped down onto one of the twin beds, stretched out on her belly with chin resting on her fists. She began to swirl her hips in undulation, raking her quiet against the surface of the bed.
"Oh, Torchy, I-I feel so strange!"
"Strange like in excited?"
"Yeah; I-I guess!"
Torchy rolled up into a kneeling position. "Would you like me to help you out of your clothes, Mary Ellen?" she cooed as she stared into the blonde's eyes.
"No; I-I think I can managed," the blonde said, and tried to laugh. "Oh, this is crazy. I mean, why should I be so nervous about being nude in front of you?"
"Search me?" Torchy said as she cupped her hands under her magnificent breasts, lifting them ever so slightly. "C'mon, you want this as much as I do!"
Mary Ellen slipped out of her sweater, tossed it onto the dressing table. She zipped open her skirt, stepped out of it and then dropped it down on top of her sweater.
"Hmmmmmmmm," Torchy cooed in a husky tone that seemed to turn the blonde's creamy skin to goose-flesh. "You look good enough to eat, Mary Ellen. Delicious...."
"Torchy, I-I...."
"Listen up, kid," the raven-haired girl cooed. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. C'mon, let me see what you have hidden under that bra!"
"Yeah-right!"
"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to give you a hand with that harness?" Torchy said. "I'd be more than happy to...."
"No, I can handle it," the blonde said, and then reached around to her back and began to fumble for the metal catch on her bra. Her fingers were trembling so fiercely that she was unable to work the metal hooks free of the eyes that held them. "Oh, this damned thing. I-I...."
The raven-haired girl leaped from the bed. "Here, I'll get it for you," she said, and then made sort work of releasing the hooks that held the bra. "There...." She slipped her hands down under the cups in the front and then curled her fingers lovingly over the blonde's breasts. The nipples there were hard and erect, pulsing away fiercely.
The golden blonde closed her eyes as she felt herself begin to melt against Torchy. Slowly she turned to face the dark-eyed girl. "I-I've never made it with another girl," she said. "I never made it with anyone other than Gregie!"
"There's a first time for everyone," Torchy cooed as she pulled the blonde tightly against her. "All you have to do is relax, let it happen!"
The blonde opened her eyes, gazed up lovingly into the face of the raven-haired girl. She was a good four inches shorter than Torchy and so she had to spring up onto her tip-toes to kiss her. "Torchy-oh, lover," she moaned as their lips met. "Oh, Torchy. . . . ! "
"It's alright, Mary Ellen. Really!"
"I know, I know...."
The bosomy blonde captured the dark-eyed girl's tongue and drew it deeply into her mouth. She began to suck away wildly at it as her hips began to sputter and jerk, rippling away convulsively at the quim of the taller girl.
"I never felt like this before, Torchy," she cooed as the muscles in her pert little bottom began to explode with need, increasing the pressure of her wildly quivering quim as it raked frantically against Torchy's pelvis. "So frantic...."
Torchy reached up under Mary Ellen's bra and began to toy with the frantic nipple she found there, rolling it between her thumb and index finger until it began to sputter and jerk, acting for all the world like a piece of spring steel that was about to fly apart. "Oh, God, Torchy-that feels so good!"
"Help yourself to a handful of mine!"
"I-I think we'd better get to the bed. My legs feel so weak, Torchy. I'm afraid they're going to give out on me!"
The raven-haired girl swept the blonde up into her arms, carried her over to the bed and set her down. "Relax, lover," she cooed as she slipped the blonde's bra straps from around her shoulders and then tossed the bra to the floor.
"Kiss them, Torchy," Mary Ellen cried. "Kiss my boobies for me. They're so alive, so-so eager to have your lips and tongue pressing against them!"
The golden one's breasts were perfectly shaped twin cones, with nipples surprisingly large in a girl so young. They were as big around at the base as Torchy's pinky finger and at least an inch and a half from quivering root to thundering peak. They were a hotly vibrant peak, slightly off-centered in the huge, all but colorless aureola that surrounded them.
"Kiss them for me, Torchy. Please, please...."
"Yes," the raven-haired girl cooed, and then quickly lowered her lips down against the rolling swell of the blue-eyed girl's bosom. She kissed each of the nipples, first the right and then the left.
Mary Ellen dug the tips of her fingers into Torchy's head, as if she were afraid that the dark-eyed girl would disappear if she didn't-that perhaps the whole thing was only a wildly erotic dream from which she would soon awaken.
"Hey, easy, lover," Torchy cooed. "That was just a little sample of what lays ahead. I think we'd better get you out of your panties before we do anything else!"
"Okay, but-please, let's hurry!"
Torchy worked the tips of her fingers down under the band of elastic at the top of Mary Ellen's brief, one hand at each trim, well-rounded hip. The blonde began to writhe as the raven-haired girl began to tug at the band, and soon the wisp of nylon was down around the golden one's thighs, exposing the triangle patch of thick, light-brown hair that stood proudly above the shimmer lips of her pink vulva.
"Oh, Mary Ellen," Torchy cooed.
"Hurry, Torchy. I'm so excited...."
The dark-eyed girl jerked those briefs down along the golden one's plump but shapely thighs, down to her legs and feet, and then she tossed the wisp of nylon up into the air and both girls began to giggle as it floated slowly down to the floor. "Now we're ready," Torchy cried.
"Yes, yes...."
A frantic shudder of anticipation traced a series of raw, rippling patterns across the blonde's body as she began to moan and whimper as once again the raven-haired girl reached out and covered her breasts with her hands.
The nipples there trembled with excitement, responding to each new ploy of the dark-eyed girl's tender touch. They grew dark and angry, screaming with need.
Torchy kissed each of Mary Ellen's eyes and the tip of her nose before once again sending her hot, swirling tongue down into the blonde's hungry mouth. The golden one's tongue was there to meet the invader, slithering frantically against it. "Oh, Torchy-Torchy...."
The bosomy blonde began to roll her hips lazily from side to side as the raven-haired girl nibbled her way down across her throat to the deep valley that lay between the twin peaks of her magnificent breasts.
"Suck them, Torchy. Suck my boobies!"
Spunk began to ooze from the lips of the blonde's shimmering vulva, collecting in thick, gooey layers on her plump inner thighs. The aroma of her musk was like a heady purfume, intoxicating both girls.
Mary Ellen began to moan, wordlessly pleading with the dark-eyed girl to help her. Torchy finally moved her lips away from the blonde's throat, nibbling her way down to the peak of one of the golden one's ripe, pulsing nipples. She hesitated for a moment and then took that quivering pap between her lips and began to toy with it.
"The pain, Torchy," the bosomy blonde cried. "Oh, lover, lover-the pain!"
She began to writhe, squealing with the fiery need that ate at her flesh, and the squeal became a feverish wail as the dark-eyed girl finally drew that screaming pap of pink agony up into her mouth and began to suck away fiercely at it.
The raven-haired girl slipped one of her hands down under Mary Ellen's bottom and began to trace the tip of her finger in a series of tight little circles around the rim of the golden one's tight, pulsing brown hole. That forbidden gateway bucked and sputtered, quivering wildly in anticipation. Suddenly the dark-eyed girl drove her fingertip up inside that hole and the blonde's body seemed to explode as she found herself airborne.
"Oh-oh-oh," Mary Ellen cried. "Wonderful, lover!"
It took some doing but somehow the blonde managed to settle down again, lost in the magical joy the raven-haired girl's probing finger produced in her body as it wiggled in and out, in and out of her bung.
"You like that, huh?" Torchy cooed.
"Oh, yes, lover. It's delicious!"
The fire of Mary Ellen's passion seemed to leap out from the goo-drenched lips of her vulva. Her tiny she-cock, too, began to feel like a time bomb that was about to explode, ticking closer and ever closer to detonation.
"Oh, lover-lover, lover!"
The raven-haired girl spit the blonde's pap from her mouth and then swirled her tongue on over to the thundering peak of Mary Ellen's other breast. She drew the nipple there into her mouth, locked her lips securely around the base and then sent the tip of her tongue dancing merrily against the crown.
"I-I'm so hot, Torchy," the bosomy blonde cooed. "So very, very ready...."
"Not yet, lover," Torchy cried. "Not quite yet!"
Torchy eased her body down into the triangular patch of open bed that lay between the blonde's out-stretched legs and then worked herself up onto her knees, her steel-hard nipples digging like savage spear-points into the flesh of Mary Ellen's belly as she continued to suck away frantically at the golden one's screaming pap.
Mary Ellen cried out in joyous rapture as she felt the hot tongue of the dark-eyed girl begin to lash its way down from across the tight, quivering flesh of her trim belly and down into the dewy patch of light-brown fuzz. "Torchy, I-oh, God, I-I'm so ready!"
A look of ecstatic hunger filled the raven-haired girl's face as she raised her head and looked down into the sparkling fire in the blonde's eyes. "Yeah-you're ready," she cooed, and then quickly lowered her mouth down against the singing mass of quivering need that was the golden one's vulva.
"EAT ME, EAT ME...."
The dark-eyed girl cried out in triumph as she slipped a hard finger down into the blonde's screaming sheath and began to wiggle it about inside that wildly churning cauldron as her tongue flicked wildly at the pussy flesh there.
"Yes-yes-yes," the blonde cried as she began to thrash about, struggling frantically to get her snatch up against the raven-haired girl's mouth. "Oh, Torchy-lover, your tongue, your finger-so good," she cried. "So wonderful!" She dug her fingers into the back of her partner's head and then tried to force more of that girl's sucking lips and probing tongue down inside the agony that was her snatch.
"TORCHY, TORCHY, TORCHY...."
Her frantic words became a moaning wail as the dark-eyed girl sent her tongue surging about inside the hot, gooey walls of her throbbing pussy, rooting about under the heavy folds of flesh at the top of the entrance to her slit in search of the sputtering cone of convulsive need that was the golden one's girl prick.
"Torchy, I-I...."
The bosomy blonde cried out in rapturous joy as her hips began to vibrate. They twisted and rolled, jerking away wildly as Mary Ellen moved them about in a huge, lopsided circle. A seemingly endless series of raw and sprawling spasms nibbled at her flesh as the fires of her passion grew hotter and hotter, demanding more. She tightened her grip on Torchy's head, grinding away frantically against the dark-eyed girl's wet, sucking lips, and hot, probing tongue.
"Torchy, lover-the clit," Mary Ellen screamed. "Get it, get it get that crazy little girl-prick of mine. Please-oh, please-please, please!"
The raven-haired girl increased the tempo of her search, her tongue slithering about frantically against the singing tissue and grinding muscle of the blonde's quim. Finally she located that screaming little button and then quickly bored in on it, drawing it up into her mouth with the suction of her lips. She held the base prisoner with her lips as the tip of her tongue swirled and lashed its way merrily against the hot, hard, thundering peak.
"YES, LOVER-YES, YES, YES!"
The blonde's quivering bottom and undulating hips grew more and more wild, more insistent and demanding, and she began to thrash about like a snake that has been dropped down onto a bed of flaming coals. She twisted and jerked, flapping about frantically as her orgasm began to form.
"I-I'm going to come, Torchy," she screamed. "I-I'm going to come, lover. Your tongue-oh, God, it's so beautiful. I-oh, I-I...."
A thin, wailing scream rose up from the blonde's throat as her orgasm sent her into a frenzy of motion. She began to scoot about on her rump, bouncing all over, her arms and legs thrashing about like windmills. It was all the raven-haired girl could do to keep from losing the tasty little morsel she had trapped between her lips.
"LOVER, LOVER, LOVER," the blonde cried as the dark-eyed girl slipped her hands up under the golden one's bottom and held her tightly as she continued to suck away wildly at the tiny cone of pink magic that was the golden one's clit. "OH, I-I...LOVER!"
The climax struck a half-dozen separate times, spattering little mounds of thick, syrupy goo all over the face of the girl who knelt between the blonde's legs. Finally she grew quiet, struggling now only to force air down into her protesting lungs.
Torchy raised her head, looked down into the blonde's glowing eyes with a look of fierce pride on her face. "I take it you enjoyed it, huh?" she said with a grin.
"Oh, God yes," Mary Ellen cooed. "It was-fantastic, Torchy. Really, I-I never felt anything quite intense in all my life before. And I kept coming-again and again and again. Oh, it was so wonderful!"
"I'm glad," Torchy said.
"Is it my turn now?"
"Huh-what?"
"Would you like me to eat you now, Torchy?"
Torchy raised up on her knees, lowered her body down onto the frightened blonde. "Only if you really want to," she said in a wet, cooing whisper, and then kissed Mary Ellen savagely as she began to grind her pelvis frantically against the golden one's snatch, pumping away with her hips and bottom and thighs. "Mary Ellen, lover...."
"Oh, Torchy, I-I...."
"Relax, baby. Relax...."
CHAPTER NINE
"Why don't you take ten, Brad," Mike Morrison said to the sandy-haired giant. "I've never seen you tail-dragging like this before!"
"Sorry, Mike I-I...."
"Go on back in the kitchen, get yourself some coffee!"
"Yeah; I think I'll do that," Brad said. "Maybe I'll try to get through to Kay in Bluefield again!"
"I thought you said the motel people told you she had checked out?"
"Yeah; they did," the big man said. "I've been trying to reach that clown she works for-Sy Cohen!"
"Well, get your head together, man," Mike said as he patted Brad on the shoulders. "You ain't doing me a bit of good here at the bar in the shape you're in!"
Brad made his way to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table back there. His head felt like a bomb ticking toward explosion. Oh, Kay-baby, lover, he mused. I need you, sweet woman. Oh, God, baby, do I need you. Fuck the job, it's you. . . .
Molly Lubinski walked over to him and slipped an arm lovingly around his shoulders. "You look like you've lost your last friend in the world, handsome," the chunky redhead said as she pressed the fingers of her free hand under the base of his chin and lifted her face up toward her own.
"I must be super-transparent, Molly."
"Anything I can do to help?" the woman said.
"Naw; I-ah...." An evil little grin came to the big man's face as he reached up and pulled one of the shimmering gold paper pasties from the redhead's nipples. "Unless I can talk you into a mad, passionate affair!"
"Anytime, sweetheart," the woman said. "You know what they say about we older broads, don't you?"
"What's that, Molly?"
"When, you know the old saw about a chick my age figuring that every piece might be her last," the red-head said with a huge, infectious grin. "I guess we get so doggone grateful we sort of go ape and...."
"Hell," Brad said. "I probably couldn't handle anything like that at the moment!" He cupped his hand under her breast and replaced the pasty over the over the nipple.
"Feel like talking about it, sweetheart?"
"Naw; not really, Molly," Brad said. "I've got to get into my own head before I talk with anyone else!"
"I can dig it," the woman said, and then leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. "Let me know if I can help in anyway, Brad-including tucking you in between the covers of my queen-size bed!"
"Right," the big man said with a grin.
He began to sip at his cup of coffee, trying desperately to get into his own head. He was vaguely aware that Molly had left the kitchen. Kay, he mused. Oh, sweet woman. . . .
Ula Lindstrum entered the kitchen and made her way on tip-toes over to the table where Brad sat. His back was to her and he seemed unaware of the fact that he was no longer alone. A silly, self-conscious sort of grin played at the ends of the thin, frail blonde's lips as she unbuttoned the front of the robe she wore between her bump and grind stints on the tiny stage at the Clown Lounge.
She moistened the tips of her fingers with her tongue and then transfered the dewy residue to the tips of her hot, pink nipples. The magical little cones seemed to snap to attention, pulsing frantically. Ula cupped both of her hands under her right breast and the carefully guided the peak of the hard, moist nipple to the rim of the big man's ear.
Brad moved his head away, absentmindedly passed his hand over ear, as if he were shooing away a pesky fly. The girl quickly covered her mouth with her hands to stiffle the giggle that rippled at her throat. She moisten the peaks of her nipples again, and again set the right one down against the rim of his ear. This time the big man twisted his head around to see what was nipping at his ear, and Ula quickly grabbed him by the back of the head and then forced his face down tightly against the valley that separated her small, proud breasts.
"What the hell?" the sandy-haired giant moaned as he straggled to free himself from the grip the surprisingly strong blonde had on him. The aroma of her musky perfume soon had his brain spinning and he found himself melting against the soft, velvety expanse of pale flesh that held him captive.
"Guess who?" Ula cooed, and began to giggle.
"Must be the blonde princess of Denmark," Brad mumbled.
Ula threw her bottom lip out in a cartoon of a pout as she released her grip on the big man. "How in the world did you ever guess, lover?" she demanded.
"Just lucky, I guess...."
"Oh, Brad darling!"
"Hey-hey; what's with this darling jive, sweet thing?" the sandy-haired man demanded. "I mean, I thought we had that all straightened out when I left your crib this morning, Ula? You and me-look, kid, we could never be a thing, so give it up, huh? There's just no way you can con an old con!"
The blonde leaned over and looked down into his eyes. "Oh-baby," she cooed, and then kissed the tip of his nose. She backed off a step or two, shook her trim, proud breasts at him and began to giggle as she watched a shudder of frustration race through his body. "What would make you think that I'm trying to con you, lover!"
"C'mon, Ula...."
"Oh, of course-anywhere with you, Brad!"
"Especially to the Velvet Hand," Brad said. "Right?"
"Well; those chicks make a lot more bread that we girls at the Clown Lounge do," the blonde said. "And after this morning you have to know that this is one little girl who knows what to do with her lips and tongue!"
The giant began to stroke the head of his slowly reawakening cock, grinding at the head with the heel of his hand through the material of his pants.
"Hell, princess," he said. "You could have had a gig over there anytime you wanted. Jimmy Edwards is always looking for new chicks. I mean, all you had to do was take that skinny bod of yours on over there and take the test he gives all new applicants. I knew you'd pass...."
"I tried to do that very thing," the blonde said with a little shrug. "I got into this crazy hassle with his old lady-his mother, not one of his wives, and well, she booted my ass out before I got a chance to show what I could do!"
"Jimmy's mother?"
"Yeah; she really owns that place, you know? She's very, very protective about that blonde giant son of hers. I let my mouth overload my ass and-bang, she handed me my walking papers just like that!"
"And you figured now that I was taking over as manager of the joint you'd have a better chance to get in," Brad said, and sighed. "That's it, huh?"
"Hey," the little blonde said, a touch of fire in her blue eyes, "that don't make me a bad person. After all, in this world, a chick has to look after her ass-or she'll end up losing it!"
"I can't argue with that," the sandy-haired man said.
"Besides, I really do dig you, lover!"
"Sure, sure...."
"Why is that so hard to believe?"
"How long you been working here, Ula?"
"'Bout four months."
"Four months-and not once in all that time did you so much as act like I was even alive," Brad said. "But now-suddenly, after I get the gig managing the Velvet Hand-you come down with a case of the screaming hots for this magnificent bod of mine! You'll have to admit that does sound a bit farfetched, baby!"
"I don't see it, Brad," the blonde said and stared hard into his eyes. "The answer is simple. Money and power turn me on. A lot of chicks are like that-only I happen to be one of the few that will admit it!"
Brad pushed away from the table, picked his cup up and carried it over to the sink. "Jesus, this coffee is like mud," he said as he killed what was left in the cup and then set it down in the sink. "Stuff could kill you!" He wrinkled his nose as he took a step or two toward the front. "I've got to get back on duty," he said, "See you, huh?"
"like tonight?" the blonde cooed. "You could fall over to my crib after work and we could split a bottle of wine or something. You know, celebrate your new gig!"
"I don't know, kid," the giant said. "I'm really strung out. In fact, I-ah, I'm no longer certain that I'm going to take the new job from Jimmy. It could end up costing me more than I'm willing to pay!"
The blonde slowly shook her head from side to side. "Boy, that snatch must be lined with gold or something," she said. "I mean, as the manager of the Velvet Hand you'd have to carry a club around to beat off the chicks trying to get in your pants, for pity sake. That Fleming broad-she must be Superwoman or something!"
"She makes me feel ten feet tall," Brad said.
"Aw, baby," Ula cooed as she sauntered over to where the big man stood. "I can give you anything she can. And-well, I'm a lot younger. I hear she's thirty-five or something like that. Ancient!"
"Thirty-two," Brad said. "And she has more to offer me than pussy, Ula. A lot more...."
"Yeah; like what?"
"I could never make you understand, kid," the sandy-haired man said with a little shrug of his shoulders. "Just being with her-hell, it's like the greatest turn-on in the world. I-I can talk with her. Really talk. I...."
The slender blonde dropped to her knees and began to rub her face against the huge, trembling bulge in the front of Brad's pants. "What is there that makes me think you have some sort of feeling for Ula?" she cooed as she began to nibble at the head of his love meat through the material of his pants. "Maybe your cock and your head ought to be a little talking-you know, communicate!"
"Hey; get up, will you?" Brad said, a quaking sort of roar in his voice. "I mean, what if somebody walked in right now? C'mon; get up!"
"I'd rather go down," Ula said, and reached out for the catch on the fly of Brad's jeans. "I'd really rather go 'way, 'way down. Down so far that the head of that beautiful hunk of love meat is deep down in my throat!"
"Ula, I-I...."
The girl zipped down his fly, slipped her hand through the opening and then began to root about with her fingers at the front of his shorts, trying to work her way through the folds of material there so she could get at his cock.
"This is crazy, sweetheart," Brad cried.
"Crazy-but nice," the girl said.
"Ula, I-hey; c'mon, kid!"
Her fingers found the opening there in the front of his shorts and quickly moved on through the barrier and curled themselves lovingly around the shank . of his hard, screaming manhood. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, look what I just found," she cooed, her voice quivering with a moist passion that was only partly a put-on!
"I'm not going to stop you, sweetheart," Brad said. "It's crazy, but-there is no way I'm going to ask you to stop it. I-ah, I...."
"Say you want me to do it, Brad," the blonde pleaded. "It would be so nice to hear you say something like, 'Get those hot lips and juicy tongue moving, bitch!"
"Okay," the girl said with a huge sigh. "You can't blame a girl for trying, can you?" She eased his man-hood through the fly of his jeans and then lowered her lips down against the hot face of that tortured roll of flesh.
"Ula-oh, baby...."
The slender blonde parted her lips and placed a huge, sucking sort of kiss on his manhood. She flicked her tongue from her mouth and began to slither it wetly all around the frantic glans, and Brad grabbed her by the shoulders to steady himself as a ripple of expectation are away at his body.
"Nice, nice-very nice," he moaned.
"How nice of you to say so," Ula said.
"Yeah, well, I " Brad's words trailed off into a wailing moan as the blonde parted her lips and then drew his manhood deeply into her mouth. She continued to flick her hot, wet tongue against the shaft of that rock-hard saber as the head drove down against the sizzling flesh and rolling muscle of her throat!
The sandy-haired giant began to roll his hips as he moved his hands from her shoulder and placed them on the back of her head and drew her face down against the grinding action of his bubbling pelvis. "Oh, Ula-baby," he cried. "Oh-yeah; so nice, kid. So-so wet and...."
Mice Morrison walked into the kitchen from the bar and pulled up short, his eyes big and wide. "How long has this been going on?" he said with a grin.
"Not quite long e-e-enough," Brad sputter as he continued to grind his pelvis against the blonde's face. "Another thirty seconds and-and...."
The manager of the Clown Lounge made his way around to the back of the girl, releasing his suddenly erect pecker from his pants as he went. He dropped down on his knees in back of the girl, lifted the end of her robe up over her hips, exposing her bottom and the satiny black G-string. He grabbed the string, snapped it with a jerk and then began to poke at the slender blonde's cunt with the head of his cock.
There was no way to tell whether or not Ula objected to the addition of a third party to their sex, for the giant's dork was stuffed deeply into her throat. It was nothing short of a miracle that she managed to feed air to her lungs, much less form words. The ferret-faced man grabbed her by the hips as he buried the head of his cock savagely into her love hole and began to move against her with a hard, driving action. He moved his hands under her arms, cupped one over the tiny mound of her left breast and sent the other one down into her slit, rooting about until he found her screaming little she-cock.
"This is nice, Brad," Mike said as he grinned up at the sandy-haired giant. "I had no idea this little bitch has such a fine pussy on her!"
"You ought to try this end, too," Brad said. "She's one fantastic cock-sucker!"
"Yeah; I-I'll do that," the shorter man said. "I-oh, wow-the chick's got a snapper. The muscles down in that fantastic hole are-are...."
Ula began to thrash about as the man at her back door moved the tip of his finger against her she-cock. Spunk began to flow from her snatch, covering much of her inner thighs and bottom as well as Mike's hand.
"Oh, yeah-yeah, Ula," the manager cried. "I...Suddenly the ferret-faced man grew still. He looked up into Brad's eyes and then slowly began to shake his head. "I forget while I came back her. Your chick-Kay! Ah, she's on the phone for you, man. Long distance!"
"Holy Christ," the sandy-haired giant cried as he whipped his cock from the blonde's mouth. "Long distance. Oh, Jesus, I...I...." He stuffed his manhood back inside his jeans, zipped up his fly and raced for the phone that waited for him under the bar.
"You. lousy prick," Ula cried. "Right in the middle of the best fucking blow-job you'll ever have. PRICK-LOUSY, ROTTEN PRICK! I-I...."
Mike pushed her forward on her face against the floor as he really began to grind his pelvis against the ripe, quivering meat of her perky rump. He continued to dig away at the peak of her clit with his finger and soon the pair of them were howling as they thrashed about, crying out their joy as twin orgasms rosed up from deep within the pair.
"Ula, I-I'm there," Mike said.
"Let me have it, lover," the blonde moaned. "I'm right with you!"
"Damn, damn, damn," the slender man cried as his orgasm erupted from deep within his soul, sending his awesome load of hot, creamy love juice spurting away frantically into the wet, gnawing walls of her cunt.
The blonde let out a high-pitched wail as her own orgasm set the lips of her snatch to fluttering. She began to beat her fists against the floor, snorting and sputtering, thrashing about wildly as the gooey spunk rushed from her snatch in a seemingly endless series of awesome spasms that turned every last twitch and patch of her pale skin to frantic gooseflesh.
Finally the both grew still.
Mike pulled away from her and got to his feet. He walked over to the sink, uncurled about a yard and a half of toweling from the dispenser and then used the paper to wipe off his cock and clean up the front of his pants. Ula rolled over on her back, holding her head and shoulders off the floor by supporting herself on her elbows.
"I had no idea you were so-so talented, Mike," she said in a harsh, raspy voice as she sucked at the air to fill her protesting lungs. "That was fantastic!"
"Glad you liked it," the ferret-faced man said. He wadded up the paper-towel, dropped it down onto her belly. "Better get yourself cleaned up. You're onstage in less than ten minutes, sweetheart!"
"Don't I get so much as a 'thank you,' Mike?"
"Thanks, bitch," the manager said. "By the way, if you ever pull a stunt like this again you'll pretty ass will be out on the street looking for a new gig!"
"But-you...."
"C'mon, cunt. Move.. .
"Mike, how can you . . "
"The same way you fuck over that kid-Freddie," Mike said bitterly. "I used you to fill a need just like you use that kid-and two or three others!"
"You bastard," the blonde snarled.
"That's me, baby," Mike snarled back. "Now move that fine bod or I'll can you right here and now!"
Mary Ellen lay under Torchy's quivering body, still tingling with the joy of the orgasm the dark-haired girl's lips and tongue had brought to her. "Oh, Torchy-lover," she cooed. "This is delicious. I really love the way you rip your dripping snatch against my tortured quim!"
"You learn fast, lover.. . . "
"The thing is, Torchy," Mary Ellen said in a trembling voice. "I-well, I thought that I was going to-ah, you know: eat your cunt!"
"No-wait," Torchy moaned. "This girl I know-she taught me a fantastic way to heat up. Wait, Mary Ellen. Wait, wait...."
"But how will you, you know?"
"Relax, lover. There's no need for words!"
"But-but-but...."
The raven-haired girl cut off the blonde's words with a hot, savage kiss. She slipped both of her hands down under the singing flesh of Mary Ellen's sweat-drenched back until she let them come to rest under the ripe, perky cheeks of the wildly rolling rump she found there.
"Oh, God, Torchy your hands, they feel so good," the blue-eyed girl moaned. "So right, so-so wonderful I love it; I really do...."
The bosomy little blonde began to shudder with frantic joy as the dark-haired girl dug the tips of her fingers savagely into the convulsive meat there and then dug her knees down against the inside of Mary Ellen's pudgey thighs, forcing them apart: Torchy began to twist and rock, grinding away hotly as her hips began to roll in a huge, sweeping arc, sending the wet, spunk-laden lips of her vulva raking away frantically against Mary Ellen's pussy.
"Torchy-oh, lover...."
"Help me, Mary Ellen!"
"Yes-but how?"
"Fuck me back, lover," the dark-eyed girl cried. "Move your snatch against mine. Fuck me, fuck me back. Oh, please, lover-do it. Rip your quim up against mine. Fuck-rip-ram. Fuck me back, Mary Ellen! Do it, do it...."
"I-I'll try, Torchy. I'll try real hard. But I-I'm not sure that I can do it. I-I...."
"Don't talk, baby. Do it. You can do it. I know that you can-all you have to do is try!"
"Okay," the blonde said.
"Please, lover. Do it-DO IT NOW!"
The bosomy blonde sent her vagina rippling wildly up against the grinding force of the dark-haired girl's screaming quim, rolling her hips from side to side as she raked away madly with the gooey lips of her vulva.
"Now you're getting it, Mary Ellen!"
"Oh, Torchy-lover!"
Mary Ellen seemed to feed off the the frantic need that spewed from Torchy's love hole. Her own pussy was alive with desire, bubbling away fiercely, gushing layer and layer of hot, syrupy-sweet spunk from the shimmering lips of her vulva.
"Now you've got it, Mary Ellen," Torchy cried. "That's the way to do it, lover!"
"You're sure it's alright, Torchy?"
"It's fantastic, Mary Ellen!"
The bosomy blonde ripped out all the stops as she moved fiercely against Torchy. Suddenly it was the most important thing in the world to her that she bring her lesbian lover to orgasm, to repay her for the fantastic and beautiful thing she had experienced at hands of the raven-haired girl.
"Torchy, Torchy. "
"Yes, lover. Yes, yes, yes!"
Mary Ellen's motion grew more and more wild, until at last it was as free-swinging and frantic as were the movements of the girl who rode her. Her eyes filled with a fierce sense of pride as she heard the first faint hint of a joyous moan take form deep within the throat of the dark-eyed girl.
"Yes, Torchy," she cried. "Give it to me, lover. Give me your orgasms."
"Soon, Mary Ellen," Torchy moaned. "Very, very soon!"
"Is there anything else I can do?"
"Yes-yes, yes!"
"Then tell me, Torchy. Anything; I'll do anything!"
"I-I'll show you," the dark-eyed girl cried as she raised up on her knees and then quickly, frantically inched her way along the blonde's body on her hands and knees until she was in a position to settle her wildly bubbling snatch down against the waiting mouth of the girl under her.
Novice though she was, Mary Ellen wasted precious little time in sending her hot, pink tongue soaring up into the wild and frantic mass of sweet, sucking goo that was Torchy's convulsing pussy.
"Eat me, Mary Ellen. Eat my snatch...."
The little blonde reached out and grabbed the raven-haired girl's wiggling rump, filling each of her hands with a more than ample chunk of the ripe, rippling flesh there, and then she began to dig at that meat, forcing the screaming cauldron of witch's brew that was Torchy's cunt down tightly against her sucking lips and slithering tongue.
"The clit, Mary Ellen," Torchy cried. "Oh, lover, please-it's time. Get that crazy thing for me. Suck it, lover-suck my clit for me!"
The blue-eyed girl cried out in confusion as she sent the tip of her tongue scurrying hotly up under the heavy folds of pussy flesh there at the top of the entrance to the dark-eyed girl's snatch in search of the elusive little cone of pulsing pink magic she knew lay hidden there.
"GET IT, MARY ELLEN. MY CLIT! OH, GOD, LOVER-THE PAIN IS TERRIBLE. GET IT, GET MY GIRL-PRICK!"
The fact that Torchy was flopping about like a person in a grand-mal fit didn't help Mary Ellen; still, she was able to locate that tasty little morsel. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of herself, but at last she found the courage to draw that screaming little cone down between her lips and into her mouth.
"Yeah," Torchy moaned. "Now suck-suck, lover!"
The bosomy blonde seemed to be in a state of shock. The wild, racking spasms that ripped at the raven-haired girl's body filled her with a sense of awe and fear. Still, there was no way she could back out now-not that she really wanted to, and so at last she began to suck away at that crazy little cone of pink magic, holding it captive with the suction of her lips while her tongue danced away merrily across the tortured, exploding peak.
"At last-oh, Mary Ellen, at last," Torchy cried in a low, rasping wail. "Oh, yes, sweet lover-that's it. Oh, is that ever it!"
The dark-eyed girl began to rake her dripping vulva recklessly against the golden one's mouth, moving in a frantic, herky-jerky fashion that had her swaying about wildly, her long hair bellowing out around her head like an aureloa. "Oh, Mary Ellen-lover," she moaned as a series of sprawling, snapping spasms ate away at her flesh, moving her nearer and ever-nearer to the moment of ultimate truth.
"WIGGLE THAT TONGUE, LOVER. SUCK, SUCK...."
The bosomy little blonde had to call on all the strength at her command to keep from losing losing her grip on the hard and screaming little mountain of hot, pink flesh that was her partner's she-cock.
Torchy began to thrash about like a fish out of water, howling with a rapturous joy. Suddenly Mary Ellen became aware of the raw and fiery need that had developed down in her own snatch. It bubbled away madly, a fresh load of thick, syrupy-sweet gunk. She tried to ignore it, intend on giving all her attention to the frantic needs of the girl who was fucking her mouth, but the fires of her own desire grew hotter and hotter, threatening to consume her. Her inner thighs and the cheeks of her bottom were heavy with the dew from her cunt. Reluctantly she released the death grip she had on the dark-eyed girl's perky rump and sent one of her hands down against the screaming need of her own vagina.
The pale lips of her shimmering vulva seemed to part as if by magic, wordlessly pleading for attention. The girl send her middle finger wiggling down into that gooey mass. The tissue there latched onto that bony probe, moved it up against the fiercely rippling agony that was her girl-prick.
"Mary Ellen," Torchy cried. "Oh, lover-I'm there. I'm going to come. I-suck, lover. SUCK MY ORGASM OUT OF ME. I-OH, GOD, I-I...."
The dark-eyed girl continued to grind away at the blonde's sucking lips and singing tongue, moaning with a rising sense of expectation. She moved her gushing love hole harder and harder against the mouth of her lover.
Mary Ellen continued to lap away at Torchy's cunt, sucking and swirling for all she was worth, and all the while she continued to frig away at the peak of her she-cock with the middle finger of her right hand, fighting desperately to hold back her own orgasm until Torchy went off.
Come, damn it, Torchy, she cried in silence. Come, come, so that I can come, too!
I'm there, Mary Ellen. Oh, lover-lover, lover, I'm coming. I-I'm coming!"
The bosomy blonde was there, too.
Both girls began to scream and cry as their young bodies exploded with the wild frenzy of twin orgasms that became a single, sprawling climax that took each of them to the thin, razor edge of their sanity-and then beyond. They scooted about on the surface of the bed, moving without apparent rhyme or reason, thrashing away violently.
"Oh, Mary Ellen-lover," Torchy cried again and again. "Oh; baby-yes!"
Finally the raven-haired girl pulled her dripping pussy away from the blonde's swollen lips and tongue. She flopped over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, tears rolling wildly down her face.
"I feel stupid, crying like this," she cooed. "But it was so good, Mary Ellen. So beautiful!"
"For me, too," the bosomy blonde cooed. "I-I never expected anything like-like...." She turned her face away so that the dark-eyed girl could not see that she, too, was in tears. "Oh, Torchy...."
The raven-haired girl rolled over next to her and took her into her arms and held her tightly. "It's alright, Mary Ellen lover," she cooed. "I know-I felt a little strange my first time, too!"
"But it wasn't strange, Torchy," the blonde said. "It was beautiful. It was beautiful to have your pussy grinding away against my lips. I never expected to actually enjoy it. I got almost as much pleasure out of doing it for you as-as when you were licking my cunt for me. Really, I-I...."
"Yeah, Mary Ellen," Torchy said as she smiled through her tears. "That's what makes it such a gas!"
CHAPTER TEN
Brad Taylor did a double take as he saw Torchy entered the Clown Lounge and make her way hesitantly toward the bar. "Hey, Torchy," he said. "What the hell?"
"I had to see you, Brad," the sultry teenager said. "Mom told me about the fight you two had and . . "
"It's alright, baby," the man said with a huge smile. "I talked with her on the phone about thirty minutes ago. She's on her way home from Bluefield-in a rental car, alone. No Sy Cohen!"
"And you two are alright?"
"More than alright, Torchy. We-oh, baby, she says it's cool about my new gig at the Velvet Hand. In fact, I may have to support the two of you for a while!"
Torchy twisted her face in confusion, trying to read the radiant shine on the face of the sandy-haired giant. "What the hell does that mean?" she demanded.
"Kay-your mother," Brad cried. "She quit her job!"
"You're kidding," Torchy said in disbelief.
"No-no; honest injun," the big man said. "She said she would be home around eight o'clock-ask her yourself!"
"That's great-fantastic," Torchy said. "But I'm having supper with a friend-Karli Olsen. It'll be ten or so before I get home. Unless, of course, you think it's important that I be there."
"Oh, no-no way," Brad said. "Mice has a guy coming in to relieve me at seven-thirty. I-ah, I love you, sweetheart really. But I'm glad you won't be there for a few hours. Your old lady and me have got much to talk about!"
"Okay," Torchy said, and winked at him. "I'll stay out until midnight...."
"I think I heard an implied `but' there somewhere, young lady," Brad said. "Let's hear it. You'll stay out to midnight but...."
"But," Torchy said with an evil little grin, "I get to join the two of you on the big bed in Mom's room when I get home. Is it a deal?"
"It's cool with me, baby," Brad said.
"Now I hear the implied `but,' Brad!"
"Yeah; well-but the final decision is up to your mother," Brad said. "Okay?"
"Shake," Torchy said as she extended her hand across the bar. "And, Brad-please try to save just a teeny-tiny bit of love juice for me!"
"Are you really worried, kid?"
"Nope...."
"Good," the sandy-haired giant said. "Look; you'd better hit on out of here. The pork would close this place down in a quick minute if they caught a kid your age in here, sitting at the bar!"
"I'm really glad you and Mom worked it out, Brad!"
"Not half as glad as me!"
"Well; I'd really better get moving," Torchy said. "This friend is expecting me at six-thirty!"
"You did say Karli Olsen?" Brad said. "Karli-a girl; not Karl-a boy!"
"Right," Torchy said. "Karli-a girl!"
"I could swear I saw the fires of passionate expectation burning in your eyes, baby," Brad said. "I guess I was wrong, huh?"
"I'll never tell," the sultry teenager cooed as she got down from the stool and headed toward the door. She paused for a long moment, turned and threw Brad a wet kiss.
