The hip-swinging, bust-bursting, leg-tapered Doctoress of Sexual Desire is back in business. Laying down on most of the job, she turns men's frowns to lusty smiles, writhing with them back to sexual good health with her bag of endless tricks. From one orgy to another, Kitty wriggles her way to success in one of the most medicinal pieces or writing ever to hit the bookstores....
CHAPTER ONE
It had been a good three hours since Pete had gone on a call to San Luis Obispo when my desk phone started to buzz. I picked it up. "Good morning, Stanton Counseling Agency!" I chirped as I said it, and whenever I said it, I remembered how my sweet HP ole Peter Stanton had almost caught the axe in dear ole Grand view.
But they couldn't hold my Peter, my Doctor Sex! So now he was a Counselor. He counseled the rich broads on which night to eat poppy seeds, which side of the bed to lay on, and, he called the HP ole cure to most of their troubles right in his tight HP ole jock strap! When it came to brains, he had 'em! He should have-he had two heads; he screwed with one and plotted with the other.
"Who?" I asked. "No, he isn't in ... me? Oh, well ... I'm ... ah, his associate, Doctor Sexanna! Sure, I'll come, I'd be glad to. Of course, you know that house calls come high? Fine! I'll be there." I finished, and hung up.
What a laugh! Some nut calling Pete and saying he was Big Chief Makakuntah, from up by Vulcanville. I wrote it down for Pete, but I didn't put down the joke of mine that I was Doctor Sexanna. That hot title had been bestowed on me some time back, by two loving aides. I was no more a doctor than Doctor Peter Stanton, but what the public wanted the public got. Especially the exclusive public that Pete and I dealt with.
The law up here in Carmel was a little lax, and the seedy old sheriff had a bad case of alcoholic poisoning-chronic D.T.'s. In addition, the lack of mentality of his gambling, crooked helpers helped us dearly.
When I left the lower part of the state and came north with Pete, I gave my lil' blue Sprite to the boys. Why? Because my darling Doctor Sex was gonna marry me and take me away from all this ... Humph! I should have known, that once a professional liar always a professional liar! But he is sweet, and regardless of his tiny faults, I still love him passionately.
Yesterday, right after he told me that I would be expected to dispense my two-bits worth when needed, I went right down to a used car lot and started looking. I hadn't been searching long when I spotted this darling red MG! Oh, it was a dream! I bought it! That is, Pete did. He hasn't gotten the cancelled check back yet and I hope I'm not around when he does! When he saw the car he exclaimed, "Hey, that's nice! Cost ya much?"
"Not much!" I lied. What the hell, if he could lie to me, I could lie to him, too.
My desk phone buzzed again. This time, it was Pete. "Hiya, hot pants! Guess what? Old lady Frump needs a girdle! I sold her on my new reducing plan! She's to call one day next week, and I'm to go treat her," Pete said, chuckling.
"Good!" I said, then added. "By the way, an Indian staying at the Breakers By The Sea wants a house call. I told him you were out, so he wanted me. Do you want me to take it?"
"Why not? You know the pitch and the fee."
"O.K. ... supposing I goof?"
"You won't goof, you're a real professional. I'll see ya later on, I gotta call on Mrs. Lipschitz, that rich broad over in the valley." Pete said, and after telling me he still loved me, hung up.
I took out Pete's private bottle of Vat 69 and imbibed a stiff shot. The first one always makes me shudder all over! I sprayed some Underguard on my arm pits, pulled up my short mini-skirt, and gave my sweet and black-haired valley a shot of New Crotch Life, and then took that other snort. My mirror reflected back a sweet and demure young lady of ... whoops! Almost gave me age away! Anyway, I looked great, regardless of how I felt!
I found the sprawling motel OK, and a long-haired, blonde boy ogled my boobies while he pointed out room 143 to me. I jiggled the brass door knocker gently and waited. Behind where I stood, on the long porch, I could see and hear the rolling waves of the ever restless, blue Pacific. Two gulls seemed to hang suspended, far out over the water.
"Yes?" a deep voice asked, spinning me around to a pair of dark eyes that had been staring down at my rambling rear. It is one of those kind that boys always like to pat when you are young, then goose when you get older!
"Uh, I am Doctor Sexanna. I have an appointment with a ... oh..." I trailed off, and he finished.
"Chief Ben Makakuntah! I am he. Come in! Sit down over there." He pointed.
I sized him up. He sure was immense; reddish tan skinned, and a jet-black crew cut, with the typical Indian nose, and thick, reddish lips below it.
"Just call me Ben, and you?"
"Kitty!" I replied, still staring at his mass. I wondered almost at once how big his organ was. I had no doubt now that he was a real Indian. "Good! Now that we're acquainted, what is it you need me for? Every minute I sit here is costing you. My fee is one hundred dollars a call," I said.
"Money is nothing! My Great Grandfather own Yosemite! We rent to white man!" Ben said gruffly.
"So? You still did not say what I am needed for?"
"My son hear of your work! My son in movies. My son say Doctor Stanton cure many things! You his associate, you cure, too!"
I shrugged; I was still in the dark. "What kind of ills do you have? You know, Doctor Stanton and I only treat people with sexual problems."
"My son go to Cal Tech. He explain about sex, but he fall down on explanation. Indian know many ways to have sex, before white man come. White man no invent sex!"
He had a point there, and I knew it! "So!" I asked.
"So, you go with me to village and me teach you some new ways you can use to cure people!"
"You mean, you'll pay me to teach me new ways to have sex?"
"Sure! My son like you!"
"Sounds great, Chief! But I don't believe anyone can show me a way that I have not had." I replied, still remembering my gullibility with a long lost Mexican fiend. He had had some new ways, too!
"Maybe ... but before white man come, Indian not civilized. Indian have more fun! Indian try all ways."
"Well, I'll have to see what Doctor Stanton says. I'll call you in the morning. OK?"
"OK! Me wait!" He said, and pulled out his French style wallet. It bulged like it was full of wampum beads! "Here, you take. You can use!" he said, and handed me three bills.
I looked at them, expecting twenties or maybe tens, but not pictures of Franklin! "But ... but ... but ... " I stammered.
"Go, we discuss butt later!" Ben said, taking me by the elbow and ushering me out.
I could feel his steaming, black eyes all over my body. I know, that sitting across from him as I had, that he had already seen plenty! I never wore any panties, and his last remark told me that he had, no doubt, seen more than just my hose!
I tore back to the office, but still no Pete. He must still be with that old biddy who had a quirk about petting. I puttered around until almost five p.m., and then when he did not come, I drove out to the Chili Bowl, a cafe we usually go to.
His car wasn't there either. I didn't know whether to wait for him, or go on out to Mac's Joint, but I finally decided on the latter. I could get a steak as well as a drink at Mac's.
I was half way through my T-bone when Pete slid in across from me. "How's my torrid little Dr. Sexanna? Still got your scalp?" he said, grinning.
"What does it look like?" I asked.
"I dunno, I didn't look under the table!"
"You nut! He didn't even touch me, and I've already collected three hundred!"
"Hmmmmmm, maybe I should work for you."
"Sorry 'bout that, but I'm not hiring college drop-outs!" I replied.
"Humph! I knew I should have screwed my English teacher!"
"Really? All joking aside, I told him that I was Doctor Sexanna, and he bought it, hook, line, and sinker!"
"Good! What does he want you to do."
"Go up to his reservation and let him teach me the facts of untamed Indian sex life."
"You're kidding?"
"I thought he was, but he wasn't!" I said, cutting another piece of steak.
"Hmmmmmm! You goin'? "
"I dunno, what do you think? Should I take the chance?"
"Why not? Hell, it isn't Mexico! It's only California; you know. Besides, you can write me every day!"
"True. OK, I'll do it!"
"Didn't he try to get fresh or look up under your dress?"
"He didn't have much tryin' to do. You know me, I hate to see men break their necks!"
"I sure do! How about us goin' out to The Pussy's Lair?"
"Tonight?"
"Sure! You haven't been out there before, have you?"
"No, but I hear it's all black."
"So what? I know Big Beef; he runs the joint. You'll like it."
"OK, I'm game! But I gotta be back in time for my nine A.M. appointment. I said I'd call, but now I think I'll tell him personally."
"I would. Come on, eat up. I ate a couple burgers on the way up."
"Hmmmm, that's a funny name for pussy," I said, grinning.
He only smiled, but outside in the dark, he grabbed me, planted his mouth over mine, and ran his hand up under my dress. "Mmmmmm!" I murmured, loving his delicious kiss and the caressing fingers all in one instance!
He released me, smelled his fingers, and said. "Ummmmm, my favorite girl!"
I had to laugh! What a nut he was, but man, could he ever make mad love! He followed me over to our mutual apartment where we left my car; then in his Wildcat, we headed for The Pussy's Lair. I saw that his mind was on his driving, so slyly I reached over and unzipped his fly.
"Babies must play!" he said.
"Goo! Goo!" I muttered.
"That's what you're gonna get!" Pete laughed.
"Good, that's just what I need for a dessert!" I breathed, and pulled his quickly hardening organ out. Before he could say another word, I leaned over and plunged his now hard rod into my hot, eager mouth. God, but it tasted good!
"Ooooooooh, baby, don't stop! Your mouth is like velvet!" He groaned, and lifted up. I felt the car jerk as his foot pressed down harder on the accelerator! "Goddamn, you hot-mouthed wench! I'm gonna find an alley and stop this car! What you need is a good screwin'! " He blurted.
I didn't let up; I knew that if I could work him up to a climax before he found the alley, he wouldn't be looking for it. I reached down into his trousers and found his big round, balls and fondled them wildly with my tongue.
"Ooooooeeee!" he moaned again, shifting his body. "Goddamn! Your hot mouth is driving me nuts! Nuts! Nuts!" he cried, then tensed. I knew he was gonna come, and he did! God, what a volcano! It was so hot and fast, that I didn't even get to taste it!
When we got to The Pussy's Lair, Pete found a vacant spot near the door and stopped the car. "Baby, I'm shot! You may have to help me in!" he said.
"Bullshit! You, the Great Doctor Sex, shot on one HI' blow job? S'matter, Peter boy, you gettin' old?" I asked, figuring him to be joking.
"Hell, no! Don't forget, I went over to see old lady Dropshitz today."
"Not Drop ... Lip!"
"That's what you think! Geeze, what a box! A yard wide and two deep! I had to screw her all afternoon before she came! Man, no stuff, I'm pooped!" he said, in a wheeze. What an actor! I laughed until I cried!
We finally got inside and past the doorman, who I thought was Sonny Davis, but I guess he wasn't; even if he was black and had a cute pussy tickler on his upper lip.
"It's a good thing it's dark in here," Pete said.
"Why?" I naturally asked.
" 'Cause I won't look so pooped!" he replied.
"Hello, Doc! Goddamn man, long time no see! Brought yer own mix, I see." A big, husky darkie said, slapping Pete on the back and smiling a mouth full of white teeth at me, while he ogled my boobies.
"Yeah! Say, Big Beef, meet my ... uh ... associate, Doctor Sexanna," Pete said, grinning.
"Geeze! It's a pleasure, I'm sure, Doc!" Big Beef said, taking my small hand in his and pumping it, like it would bring up water! "Come on over ta the floor, Doc, I keep a spechul table fur my spechul frens!" Big Beef said, in his slurred speech.
Nowhere did I see another white face. At first, it bothered me, but after a couple vodka screwdrivers, I relaxed and listened to the music, played by a wild combo of loin clothed Negro girls.
"If you don't get your luck changed tonight, it won't be my fault!" Pete said, smiling.
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
" 'Cause Big Beef already asked us up to his home as soon as the place closes."
"Oh, and when is that?"
"Two a.m. It seems the local law holds down the black joints," Pete replied, then added: "And, your doorman will be there."
"Really? Pete, tell me, is he Sonny Davis?"
"Could be, I didn't compare notes!"
"You would have, if it had been a gal that looked like Glenda Korn!" I said, and knew it was the truth.
"Oh, go on! What's she? Just a hot piece, flick star!"
"Right! But you would, I know you would!" I said.
Sometimes he made me mad enough to kick him in the balls! I noticed he really ate up the bare-breasted band; although I will admit, the girls did have nice shapes, and especially nice big, purple-tipped boobs!
Several drinks and several torrid songs later, we adjourned for Big Beef's house-a house of grandeur and mystery.
CHAPTER TWO
Big Beef had a lavish home just outside of town, near the ocean, with miles of privacy. It was a split level, with one level above ground, one on it, and one below it on the sandy beach. What a house!
"It ain't juss a house, baby, it's a home ... ya know, a home is where the hard is!" He said, grinning. And later, I got the point!
He ushered me in, with one arm around my waist, and his hand resting on my curvy rear. He was enjoying it, rubbing and fondling the crack between my cheeks. I didn't mind, I loved it! "Guess what? I got me a bar full uf any drink ya kin think uf!" He slurred. He didn't speak, he slurred.
I looked over at Pete, and so help me Hanna, he had his arm around Lorna Doon ... no ... I mean Glenda Korn ... I guess I've had too many screwdrivers. "Beef Baby, fix me something cool and smooth." I said.
He grinned. "Sonny, fix her a Comfort Driver! It's cool and smooth." He said.
"Baby, I got a Comfort Driver of my own! Supposing I fix her my own special mix?" Sonny asked.
I smiled. "I knew you was Sonny Davis! I knew you was!" I said.
"Yeah, didn' you know?" He grinned, reaching over to thrust his black, smooth hand up and under my mini-skirt.
"Oooooooo!" I cooed, feeling his hand on my throbbing cunt. I sank down onto a plush divan and noticed for the first time, that Big Beef didn't have a girl. "Hey, I thought I was gonna be had by Big Beef!" I said.
"Sorry 'bout that, sugar, but I oney go fur boys!" Big Beef said, smiling that mouth full of pearlies at me.
But then I didn't care, 'cause Sonny had two black, revolting fingers up in me and was slowly undoing my dress. I didn't do anything, but wriggle this way and that, and to raise up. Then all at once, I was naked ... well almost. I still had my half bra on and my garter belt and hose, but that was all. I could feel the cool air washing around my large breasts.
"No fair!" I said. "You're still dressed!"
"That can be quickly changed," he said, smiling. And like the naked Black Rapist he was down to just skin and of course, his white socks.
"Gee! But you're brown all over!" I exclaimed, not wanting to use the word black because it would make my breast twitch more.
"I'd better be, or my producer'll flip! I'm supposed to be a Negro ... all over!"
"Good! I've always wanted to see if a mix would change my luck ... like they say." I said, not knowing that it probably hurt his feelings. Twitch. Twitch.
"Oh, it will ... you can count on it!"
"Really? How? I answered feeling the fingers manipulate me.
"Well, if you're married, it will change it to the bad, especially if .your hubby finds out! And if you ain't ... well ... you might get the urge to run black."
"Run black? What's that? I guess I'm pretty stupid!" I was trying desperately not to let my boob twitch, a helpless battle.
"No, you ain't stupid, just not hip. It means, that you might like a Negro better than a white." He explained, and slid down between my thighs. "Man, baby! This inverted thing looks great! I might run white! Geeze, what a tasty lookin' snatch! An smell ... God! like a field of poppies!" His wide nostrils flared and I thought I saw his left ear twitch. My God, I thought, it's contagious.
"Gowan! That's just that New Crotch Life ... it's guaranteed to make a man's mouth water!" I said, feeling his hot breath in my ear.
I thought of Pete and looked around. He was across the room on top of Glenda, giving a ball! Her long, brownish black legs were wrapped around his back, and I could see his hairy puckered ass winking at me; his balls sway back and forth like a pendulum! It reminded me of a movie I once saw ... The Pit And The Pendulum ... she had the pit; he the pendulum!
Man! Can those screwdrivers do things to a gal! I thought, feeling both boobs start to twitch, then I felt Sonny's long, pink tongue lash my stiff clitoris! "Oh, baby, suck on it!" I urged, and knew that a master was lapping at my gates of paradise! What a tongue! And what lips! And oh, that darling kinky mustache! All of them together were driving me crazy! "Baby! Baby! Baby!" I cried, lifting my legs up to lock them behind his bushy head.
I heard Pete gasp and knew his time was up, but Sonny felt so good, that I couldn't think of much else! I moaned, groaned, and twisted, and opened my eyes. I was staring into Big Beef's face. He was naked, and to my surprise, his bigness was all fat! He looked like Santa Glaus without any form!
A young, blonde, blue-eyed boy was so close to his crotch, that I thought Big Beef didn't have any organ ... then this kid pulled back! "God!" I whispered, and saw that the boy; well, not really a boy, but a young man, had a good foot or more of Big Beef down his throat! "What a whang!" I blurted.
Big Beef looked at me and grinned. The kid was too absorbed to do any more than lap, and Sonny couldn't hear, with my full thighs mashed up against his ears and his mouth full of my juicy pussy! Normally, I would have come before now, but those damn screwdrivers, plus Sonny's special mix, held me in check ... it seemed ... but it was heavenly! God, Sonny was good!
All at once I felt the signal and cried out! "Oh, Jesus! Oh, love! Oh, baby! Oh, God, don't stop!" And my vagina spurted like a fountain! Come, urine and all! But that damned Nigger wouldn't stop, come hell or high water! He drained me!
* * *
I guess I must have dropped off, because when I woke up, Pete was screwing Big Beef, and Glenda had a mouthful of Sonny! Believe it or not, the blonde-haired boy was sitting by me and smiling. I looked at Sonny and my breast didn't twitch. It just tingled.
"Sorry, guess I've had too much to drink!" I said, looking back at the boy.
"Don't be sorry. I've enjoyed your nice titties." He said.
"But ... I thought you were a fag?" I said, my common sense bolstered by the short nap. "Not me, Benny Benjiman."
"Who."
"Big Beef!"
"Oh! You mean, you like girls, too?"
"Sure! Spread your legs and I'll show you." He said. I leaned back and slowly spread my fleshy, long thighs.
God almighty! This kid wasn't joking! What a cock he had! like a two-inch-thick, red hot poker! "Man, baby, that thing is big!" I gasped as it rammed its way inside me. Bang, it hit my bud! Automatically, I wrapped my legs around his back and squeezed his flesh against my own.
"Oh, sweet love! I love that raspy nylon feeling!" He gasped.
His buttocks worked up and down like a trip hammer, and when I came this time, I flowed! I passed out. When I came to, I was all alone on the divan and cold as hell! The sky was streaking gray, so I knew it was soon going to be morning. I sat up; my mouth tasted like two loaded garbage cans! Almost naked, I got up and looked around. I was alone on this level, and thank God the kitchen was on this level, too! In only my garter belt and hose, I put the coffee on to perk. I had to get sober, and fast; I had a money-making appointment at nine!
* * *
I rapped the brass knocker of room 143 and waited. I didn't feel too well. More or less, like I'd been thrown together! It was mid-morning, but to me, it was too light.
"Ugh! Come in!" A voice snapped me out of my personal fog and a hand reached out and dragged me inside. "Lo, Doc! Sorry, I not ready to see you, but I have a caller last night. She just left." Ben said.
"Don't feel bad ... I have been up all night, too!" I said.
"You? You learn anything new?" He asked.
"Yeah, plenty!" I sighed, and sat down on his mussed bed. His pecker had slipped out of his pajamas, and unbeknowing to him, was staring at me! "What a dick!" I said, and knew at once that I should have kept my mouth shut!
"You like? Good! Babs like it, too! She employed by motel ... nice girl!"
"Yeah ... no doubt!" I agreed. Then I realized that this paid whore had it over me; I had to look for my money, but hers came with the rent! What a set up! I was born two years too damn soon! There
I go again, giving my age away! "Well, she knows a good cock when she sees one, that's for damned sure!" I said, still looking at his drooping, brown dick.
It didn't droop long though! It shot up fast! Then I realized that I was totally exposed. I had forgotten, in my half-drunk hangover, that I was not with Pete, and I pulled my right leg up to rest my foot on the bed edge. Ben was staring into my black-haired, inverted love nest. No wonder he was grinning! "That look better than Babs! Babs too young! She lay like teepee rug! No fire! No thunder god in her skinny bee-hind!" The Chief said.
Regardless of how I felt, I laughed!
"That better, you look good all over when you laugh!"
"Who wouldn't laugh? You're funny as hell, Chief!" I said, and dropped my leg. I wasn't quite in a sexy mood, even if his now half-hard pecker was hanging out.
"Good! We get along fine. You decide to go to reservation?" He asked, going into the bathroom.
Naturally, I watched him. He didn't close the door, and even though his back was to me, I could have sworn that I saw his rod hanging down between his legs as he used the commode. My mind began to calculate: if he was this hung, what would some of the others of his tribe look like? "Yes, I guess so. When do you want to leave?" I asked, still staring at him, but quickly looking away when he turned around.
"Today be fine!" He answered.
"Today?" Chief, my head is as big as a balloon!"
"That OK, we fly."
"Fly? You mean, there's a field up there?" I asked, in astonishment.
"Reservations have own field. Chief got own plane. Me fly." He stripped off his pajama top and red shirt. As I watched, he dropped his bottoms and grinned at me. His wide white teeth gleamed at me like an ivory fort.
I stared in awe at his organ. It hung down almost to his knees, and he was a damn tall man! "Goodgod-almightydamn!" I blurted, hardly believing my own bulging eyes!
"Good, huh? You like? You ever see one this big? Indians all hung 'specially Mukayuks!" He said, still smiling, but now pulling on a pair of dark blue denims.
"Not on a human! Do you mean to tell me that a woman ... even a whore can take all of that?" I squeaked, unable to believe my eyes or his statement.
"Not all of it! Horse take all and swish tail!" He said, chucking.
"Well, I'll tell ya right now, Chief, I love to make mad love, but I don't want to be driven mad loving!"
"You ever try horse?" His eyes sought out my V. I shifted my weight, his eyes were like arrows piercing into me.
"Yeah, but I almost died! Horses are for horses! I'll stick to people."
"Good! Me people!" He said, still grinning. He slid into a pair of moccasins and fastened his wrought silver Thunderbird belt, then said, "Me ready. Suitcase all packed."
"But how about your pajamas?" I asked. "No use, 'cept in city; buy new pair when come to town."
"OK, but I gotta go pack." I said, still not up to the idea of leaving right then.
"Good, me ride with you. Then we go to plane." He said, and guided me out by an elbow.
"This you car?" He asked, staring at the tiny MG.
"Yep, I guess you'll have to take a cab." I said, grinning.
But he didn't bat an eye; he fastened his suitcase into the luggage rack by the rack straps, then opened the passenger's side. "Get in! You give address, me drive!" He said, and believe it or not practically put me in the car.
I couldn't believe it. I was so stunned, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. He jerked the seat release, and we shot back almost into the trunk! While I watched, he started up, backed out of the slot, turned around, and drove to the street. "Need address!" He said, in that no nonsense manner he had.
I stuttered out Pete's and my apartment address and hung onto the dash handle, now I knew what it was there for! I had to shut my eyes several times as we roared through tight traffic openings and whizzed around corners. He just beat every red light by a pubic hair! I expected every minute to hear a police siren, but no such luck!
He finally screeched to a halt in front of the address. "Wet pants?" He asked, grinning that mouthful of choppers at me.
"No, but only because I haven't got any on! You missed your calling! You should have gotten a job as an L.A. cabbie!" I said, heaving a big sigh and allowing my nerves and tense muscles to come back into shape.
He unfastened his suitcase and lifted it from the rack. I looked at him and frowned. "We no take car from here. Take cab." He said, in answer to my look.
Pete was still gone, so I hastily packed two cases while Ben watched. He smiled broadly when I stuffed a few pairs of lacy panties in. "Them nice ... me like to take off!"
"All you men are alike, that's why I wear them." I said, and to be a tease, I said. "See, I don't have any on now!" I lifted my hem up to my waist.
I have to hand it to the Chief, for a big man he was fast! Fast? A blur! One minute he was looking, the next I felt his tongue and heard him grunt "Ummphfa!" Then it was all touch and go! His tongue lapping my clitoris, and me about ready to come! He shoved his tongue into me, and God, it must have been as long as his dick! I could feel it clear up inside. My legs began to tremble. I screamed, raking his scalp with my fingers.
"Ben! Oh, god ... Chieeeeeef!" I cried, and gave up.
That snake-like tongue of his seemed to reach inside and pull the corks out of my ovaries! I came in a river! My knees were so weak, that I could hardly hold myself up. With one final lick, the Chief quit. I sat backwards into a chair, clutching my dress.
"Speedy Gonzales Ben." I pouted, looking at his red face which shown with perspiration.
He smiled. "You good! like honey! I like you legs, nice thighs; look good in hose. Round-out pussy lips, good to kiss! We have much fun in village!"
"Thanks! You aren't any slouch yourself! When you were born, they hung you on both ends!" I said.
If I had not been so tired from the night before house party, I would have enjoyed it more! I finally gained my senses and finished packing. I had learned two things; the old Chief wasn't so old, nor was he slow!
I left Pete a note to tell him why my car was there, and where I was going. At least, where I thought I was going. While I wrote it, Ben called a taxi and we were soon whizzing around in traffic again.
The cab took us to a small, private air strip just out of town. I hadn't known that Ben was the pilot, until he started to warm the twin-engined Beech-craft up. "Uh, Ben, don't you have a co-pilot or something?" I asked.
"You be co-pilot!" He said, and went on checking the gauges.
"But I don't know anything about a plane!"
"Me neither!" He grunted. But before I could protest, we were rolling down the well-worn field. "Plane easy to fly. My son show me one day. You watch all arrows on gauges. If one go over red mark, you do wrong thing. To steer, you push, pull, and bend. Pedals make motors run fast or slow. See ... it easy!" He explained, and with a roar we were wigwagging up and into the sky.
How he knew where we were going, I could only guess. After a while, he fiddled with a knob'or two, and then smiling at me, reached over to feel my leg. "Plane hokay, he steer himself. Now you tell me all about how you doctor people on sex. Me feel while you talk, me good listener!" He raised his hand to push my dress up higher, and it was already up past my hose tops. My garter strap and a good four inches of white thigh glinted in the sunlight.
"Well, if you have a type of sex that you want to be cured of, myself and Doctor Sex ... uh, I mean Stanton, try to cure you."
"Ahha! I see, it clear like mud! Who be foolish enough to want to not do what they want to do? White man do funny things, but he civilized. He not ignorant savage. Me ignorant savage ... me like all kinds of sex. How 'bout you cure me?"
I could see that I had run into a snag. One of those once in a lifetime cases, that you'd never planned on running into. "I'll try," I said lamely, feeling his hand rubbing harder and harder on my thigh.
"I'll give it the old Indian try."
CHAPTER THREE
Within two hours we were circling a long valley that was snuggled in between two mountain ranges. To the south, I could see the giant redwoods poking up into the sky. As I looked, a long bare field popped into view. "Is that your air strip?" I asked in awe. Trees bordered both sides.
"That it!"
Again I shut my eyes and hung on, and in a whoosh, bump and screech, we were down and stopped. Dust clouds swirled all around us.
During our short flight, Ben had only felt me up and told me of his people and his own education. The Mukayuk Indians, he said, were a small tribe out of the bigger Pauma, which according to him, were all but extinct themselves. Due, he said, to white man's sex cycle and now the pill!
"Church say, 'no screw for fun', white Doctor say, 'screw-in' good pasttime' ... I say, forget white man, we do Big Chief's way ... son come home from college full of new ideas, so now not much Indian left." Ben said sadly.
"But I don't see where I come into this?" I said.
"Oh, you learn our rites! Somebody must remember! Someday Mukayuk all die out! Me pay, you learn." He said.
So that was that! Besides, I liked the sex bit, and when did I ever complain about making money at doing what I liked best? Never!
We climbed down out of the plane, and Ben took our luggage out. "Wait, car come." He said, and I looked in the direction he was looking.
A big cloud of dust came tearing over a hill, just behind a new Ford pick-up. As it neared the plane, it slid to a stop.
"Minnie Ha Ha, you ride in middle. This Doctor Sexanna, from town. She learn Mukayuk ways. Me teach! Me drive!" Ben said.
The bronze, lean Indian girl slid over. "Hi, I hope my father hasn't frightened you too badly. He's a lousy driver of anything, but he is the Chief." She said, smiling.
"Maybe so, but we didn't have any accidents." I said, in his defense.
"That's good!" She said.
I noticed her Indian pull-over dress was even shorter than my mini-skirt. It must have been a micro-micro. When she slid over, it just cleared her valley, to which I saw a stray black hair sticking out. out.
Ben slid in, smiled broadly, reached over and fingered her slowly.
"Daddy! Not in front of company!" Minnie Ha Ha blurted.
"Doctor not company. See, me feel her too!" He replied, and reached on over to feel my twat, too.
The girl just smiled. I thought perhaps she was an idiot, until she said. "My father is a sex nut. but the Chief is always right ... and too, I sort of like it!"
"Oh, you know that it's called incest?" I replied.
"Me no care what white man call it. Me law here. Me like sex. Me have sex with horse, wife, daughter, sister, Aunt, anybody!" Ben said.
"A visitor we once had, an old maid, said my father should be hung ... but she didn't know it, he is hung!" Minnie Ha Ha said, laughing.
I had to laugh too for he certainly was! Talking to Minnie Ha Ha, I didn't notice where we were going; but in a fairly short time, we were screeching to a halt in front of a giant, log house.
"My house!" Ben announced, and hopped out.
The big house was surrounded by pine trees, bushes, and a small flower garden. In the back, I saw another building I assumed to be a barn. Then to one side was the biggest out-house I ever saw, and I said so.
"It ten-holer? Nobody wait when gotta go!" Ben said, in dead seriousness.
Inside, he led me to an upstairs room on the east end. "You get morning sun, good room!" He said. Then as he was leaving, he stopped. "You wear dress, shorts, or skirts! No squaw in my house wear long pants!"
I looked around in the large room. I had a big double bed, dresser and a full length mirror that was set into the wall. Also, a big closet and a small make-up vanity that was also built into the wall. I looked out the open window and could see a small, placid lake on the other side of a hill. The whole place was peaceful, and its serenity enveloped me. This would be a wonderful paid vacation, I figured.
I laid out all my clothes on the bed and selected a brightly colored, fiesta dress, with a seductive vee neckline and mini-length hem. I pulled off my dress and, of course, only had on my half-bra, garter belt, and hose. But I was in the bedroom and my door was shut. Yet, I still had this pecular feeling that eyes were watching me.
I looked all around for a peep-hole, like the one the boys peeked at me through in lower California. I found nothing, but whenever I bent over the bed, I could feel eyes on my back. I guess I'm goofy, but I get an itch in the spot that someone may stare at, and right then my ass was giving me fits! I spun around; I found myself looking at my own self in the mirror.
Then as if a bolt out of the blue, it hit me! I remembered the mirror arrangement that Pete and Trent used in their offices in our sanitarium in Grandview! My mirrors were two-way! I grinned and decided right then, to give my secret admirer something to admire!
I spread my legs and then my vulva lips, with both hands. After I let them or her stare at that a moment, I pulled off my bra and rubbed scented oil over my boobs and up the tight crack between my buttock cheeks. I knew that somebody was getting hot! If they thought my knowledge of them staring at me would upset me, they didn't know this liP ole' Doctor Sexanna! I loved it!
When I was through with my 'show', I pulled on a pair of crotchless, lacy briefs and selected my cupless bra, the one that only holds me up but does not hinder anyone seeing the breasts. Then I pulled on my dress. I lost the 'eye' feeling about halfway through my dressing. My secret spy must have gotten their gun!
Downstairs, I found Ben in the living room reading. "How do you like this outfit?" I asked, bending his way.
"Me no say ugh at that! Me say whoeee!" He blurted, smiling and staring at both of my round big breasts. All that didn't show was the nipples, and they would if I breathed hard! "You prettiest Doctor this Chief ever see!" He said, in admiration. My ovaries tingled.
"Dinner soon be ready. Come, you meet my squaw." He said, and guided me by one elbow. I could feel his hot eyes down inside my dress.
In the kitchen, a room as big as my whole apartment, he singled out his wife from two other women. "This my squaw. Her name Laughing Water!" He said, in introduction.
The short, fat, plain-looking woman only nodded; her mind apparently on her meal preparation.
"This my oldest daughter, Moon Flower. That, Four Lips, my middle daughter."
"Four Lips?" I asked. It seemed like an odd name.
"Uh, she kiss boys with four lips. When she born, her pussy open and close like her mouth. You like Four Lips, her big sex lover! She like me!" Ben an-
?wered, smiling at his daughter. All three of them were really stacked!
"Are all your daughters all single?" I asked.
"All at home. Me got eight daughter, seven sons. All gone, but Four Lips, Moon Flower, Minnie Ha Ha, and Short Brave."
"Short Brave?"
"Uh, him only son at home. Him not like me, him short!" Ben said.
I laughed; the poor boy was probably a normal man in the organ department!
When we sat down to eat, the table looked like the ones in an old time movie. Ben didn't ask me what I wanted, rather he took a plate off the stack next to his elbow and filled it up. Everyone was served in the same manner.
At the meal, I met Short Brave and two of his friends, Loud Voice and Fast Foot. Fast Foot smiled broadly, and I noticed that his eyes held a slight recognition. He, I assumed, had been my secret pair of eyes. All three boys looked capable. I was sure I'd get my chance to find out later on.
After dinner, we retired to the living room where Ben said that after his pipe, he would show me the area where all of the age old Indian rites were performed. I sat down and crossed my legs in such a manner as to give any looker a good show of my naked thighs above my hose. My breasts were no problem, as I had made sure that they were all but totally out now.
Fast Foot, Loud Voice, and Short Brave squeezed onto a divan directly across from me, but if Ben noticed, he made no mention of it.
"Time!" Ben said, after a good thirty minutes of just sitting.
"Doctor, you should wear shorts, you have to ride pony." Short Brave said.
"So? This skirt is short, see?" I said, and stood up and raised my hem seductively.
"But dress on saddle, it come up!" Fast Foot said, smiling.
"Oh, good. I like to feel the air on my legs." I said, returning his smile.
All four males looked like grinning possums! All of them were only to eager to hold my horse, adjust my stirrups, and assure me that the horse, Fat Belly, was gentle. I smiled, as all their eyes took in my exposed parts when I swung into the saddle. Of course, I pulled my dress hem up first. All four of them had a bulge in their flys!
"I'm ready!" I said, smiling. The saddle horn resting right up against my hot, naked, inverted pussy!
In a flash, they jumped onto their steeds and we walked out of the yard. As soon as the house was out of sight, they started to gallop. That damn saddle horn was rubbing my already stiff clitoris. I was getting hot as hell!
We had not ridden far before Four Lips caught up with us. She, I saw, had on a brown micro-micro skirt, like her youngest sister had worn. "You can't leave me when you go to the Ancient Area!" She said, laughing.
With the attitude of all of Ben's family and friends, I couldn't see how his race of Mukayuk Indians could ever die out! But if he was willing to pay me to learn, I sure was ready to oblige!
By the time we reached a large arena-like area, surrounded by huge holders, that damn saddle horn had worked me off once! I was hotter than a firecracker! Four Lips helped me down from that nag, and I saw where she got her name. She smiled when I mentioned it, and said, "When we get back to the stable, I'll show you Longo. He is a stud!"
"You act as though you've had him." I replied.
"I have! Daddy's got a special rack! Oh, it's fun! Longo knows, he's smart. He is ever so gentle!"
"Is this sex obsession why you remaining children still live at home?" I asked.
"Some, but daddy loves us. And if we got married, he'd be hurt and jealous." She replied. "Come on, we'll go to the House of God!"
"A church?"
"No, this Mukayuk God! God Of Love. Miko Miko. Our God of old is both man and woman. You see." She said, taking my hand.
I, with her, followed the men. Looking around the large arenalike valley, I saw no building, but the rocks were as big as a whole house. The path we were on led us around an amphitheater of stone benches and a dais, high up between two flat boulders.
"There is House Of Miko Miko!" Four Lips said, pointing.
It was a huge cave that looked like it had no end, and ran in and down into the bowels of the fairly large mountain. "A cave!" I blurted in awe. Cavesto me were always eerie places, full of bats and dark shadows.
Inside the entrance, Ben and the boys stopped to wait on us. "This be like porch, now we go down We take torches, you follow. Fast Foot bring up rear." Ben said, lighting an odd looking, long, animal-horn torch. What it contained to make it burn. I could not guess.
Down and down went the narrow hall-like path, until it started to get cool. Then, as if by magic, we stepped out into a large cavern that was dimly lit by what looked like greenish glowing eyes, but Ben said it was phosphorous. The glow, to me, was eery. I saw what I guessed to be an altar ... and above if rose a grotesque statue. The torch lights now made the cavernous room more glowing, and I saw that the statue was an idol; the altar, smooth with the usages of time, stood between its squatting, folded legs.
"This Miko, Miko, ancient God Of Love!" Ben said, and pointed out the parts to me.
The thing, as I thought of it, had two heads; one scowling, one laughing. It had four arms; one ended in a huge palm, with the index fingers sticking up. After my short run-in with that Mexican bastard, I could imagine what it was for! The second arm ended in a hand that held a stone penis; the third held a carved out, stone vulva, and the fourth palm was open, with nothing in it. The altar had a stone snake protruding from both ends in a curve upward, their heads bent back toward the center of the flat surface.
"Miko Miko used for all fertility rites. When moon is full, we have rite!" Ben said.
"See that hole in the ceiling? The moon's rays come in there and shine on the altar. It's spooky, but such loving!" Four Lips whispered, in reverence to the holy area.
"Have you been through a rite?" I asked.
"Yes! Oh, yes! All true Mukayuk women must be baptized by Miko Miko!" She replied.
"Yes, they must! But they have to be on reservation, and more and more are leaving!" Short Brave said.
"Doctor make good subject!" Ben said, eyeing me with lust in his eyes.
"She has nice thighs!" Loud Voice said.
"Beautiful body!" Fast Foot breathed.
"You should know!" I said, smiling, my love valley starting to throb from their words of admiration.
"And nice boobies!" Four Lips said, staring hard at my breasts.
I smiled. "Since you all are so hot for me, why don't we try out this subject and see how she'll be." I suggested, craving a good screwing. That damned saddle horn had left me hot as hell! Without waiting for their answer, I lifted my hem up and in a second was standing in only my brief underwear.
"Miko Miko!" Ben blurted.
"Aheee!" Loud Voice cried.
"Superb!" Fast Foot sighed.
"Ummm, she makes my valley cry!" Four Lips said in a lusting awe, and started to pull her dress off.
"Never have I seen such a wonderful pussy!" Short Brave gasped.
"It tastes good!" Ben confirmed, his eyes now looking at Four Lips who was totally naked.
Fast Foot was the first to drop his pants, but I knew that all of them would want to screw me, so I said. "Fast Foot, lay down on the floor, I'll sit on you. Loud Voice, you come behind me and take the only open avenue . . Short Brave, my mouth will set you on fire!"
"Ugh, this beats waiting on the full moon!" Short Brave said, his pants around his ankles, while his hand gripped his rod, that to me didn't look so damned short!
I looked down at Fast Foot when I squatted over him, and God, what an organ! For a boy he was more man than most men I'd had, including Pete who didn't have one to scoff at! "Uuuuhhhooo!" I gasped, while I was going down. I also leaned forward, and Loud Voice grabbed my half-panty-covered buttocks and spread them. In a shove, he was in!
"Goddamn, what a feeling!" I gasped, as their big rods rubbed both sides of the thin membrane of my two holes! Then I could think no more, Short Brave had my head in a vice-like grip. God! I was so full of big peckers and so wildly content, that I could have died of sheer joy!
"Ummm ... oooooeee ... uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!" I moaned, in my ecstatic, scintillating pleasure. With each thrust of Loud Voice, I was driven deeper and deeper onto Short Brave's long organ. I could feel the hard, slick, mushroomed head rubbing past my tonsils. I could hardly breathe, but I was the happiest I had ever been.
Fast Foot's hard rod was ramming my rosebud and his lips and tongue lashed at my hanging titties! All at once we all came, in a mingled scream!
When once more I was free, I looked at Ben and found, to my disbelief, that Four Lips had all of him down her throat! She was leaning back, holding up her body by her resting hands, and Ben's bull-sized testicles rested on the crack between her swollen breasts. He gritted his teeth and came! She only gurgled! She was completely full of luscious cock! What a way to sanctify a holy temple!
CHAPTER FOUR
That night, I was glad to see my bed; it had been a full day. I lay back, completely naked, and thought of the past events. I must have dropped off, because I awoke with a start! A pair of hands were tenderly feeling my pointed boobs, while a pair of hot lips and tongue was slowly licking and kissing my inverted nest!
The moon was not up yet, and I could not see who it was. I lay still and watched. It didn't hurt ... in fact, it felt wonderful! I knew it had to be a woman, as I felt her big breasts drag over my thighs.
Finally, I could not take the slow licking much longer. I spread my legs to enable her to get between them, but instead of her coming in between them, she swung a leg over me, and I found myself staring up into a jet-black-haired bush! Her breasts rubbed my groin, while her mouth covered my wet slit and her tongue lashed my stiff and throbbing clitoris!
As I pulled her big buttocks down to me, she gathered mine up to her. I was so inflamed, that I really didn't care who she was; all I was after was that violently hot and wet slit that sent my senses to reeling at its sweet, honeyed flavor! The harder she sucked, the harder I sucked! I was going crazy with lust! As my tongue played, so did my finger, in her tight, pulsing ass-hole! She moaned long and soft, while her lower body came down over me. I knew she was going to come, and when she did, so did I!
She rolled over, and my eyes, now adjusted to the dim light, saw who it was. "Laughing Waters!" I blurted.
"You not mad?" she asked, her round face fearful of my answer.
"Hell no! It was great! But why didn't you awaken me?"
"Ben say, you Doctor, but me see you nice body. Me want! Ben no like this love of women! He say bad!"
"Oh, he does, does he? Listen, honey, don't worry any, I think your husband does need to be cured. Especially of some weird ideas." I said.
She smiled broadly. At least, I had one ally if I needed one.
The next morning I was more than ready for the whopping big breakfast of fried chicken, eggs, boiled chicken eggs, poached chicken eggs, fried goose eggs, scrambled turkey eggs, pickled peafowl eggs, fried bacon, fatback, ham, and sidemeat, biscuits, raisin bread, brown bread, and rye, cow's milk, goat's milk, and believe it or not mare's milk. Which of the afore mentioned I ate, I don't know, because Ben took it up on a plate and handed it to me. The only thing I was really sure of, was my coffee; it was coffee! I knew that if I stayed up there too long, I'd be as big as a barn! That damned Ben liked stout women, so he fed 'em to fatten 'em!
Before we left the table, I said. "Ben, if you don't mind, I'd like to take a horse out today and look over your reservation?"
"That be fine. Minnie Ha Ha go with you. I have to make plans for next full moon," he said, with a glint in his eye.
Minnie Ha Ha smiled. "Sure, we'll ride all over and I'll show you some of the old village." It sounded great to me!
When breakfast was over, I strolled out onto the porch to smoke and wait for my escort. When I got up, I put on a pair of skin-tight blue short-shorts and a half-blouse that left my midriff bare. My shorts went up into my pantyless pussy. The twin inverted lips stuck out. The whole lower portion of my desirable area looked like it was painted blue, so tight were my shorts!
I had felt all the eyes of the house on me, when I, walked around. It gave me an added thrill. I'm the kind of gal who would stand on Sunset and Vine naked, if I thought everybody would look! When it came to sex, I was like my boyfriend, Doctor Sex; I loved any and all of it, and also like him, I was a bisexual nymphomaniac, and he a bisexual satyriasis. These lovable quirks of ours made us just right for each other, as well as the gullible, paying public! People, long ago, we found, would pay any price to be able to have the kind of sex they liked, so we had been supplying them; but once my Doctor Sex, had gotten caught! Those nasty old prudes had called him a quack! But he wasn't; at least, not to me. To me, he was a modern day Robin Hood. He took from the rich and gave to the poor! Namely us!
Well anyway, to make a long story short, I was not caught when Pete was and set up my own business as a doctor, in lower California. But like most women, and I hate to admit it, I got taken in by a glib lip and a long dick! My Doctor Sex practically saved my life, so now we are no longer doctors of sexual neurosis, but counselors of the same. This way, we can't be called a quack, and we aren't stepping on the toes of A.M.A. Who approved us? Well, I approved Pete's diploma and he mine, plus our sizable bank account (private safe of course) shows that the sexual public approved us, too.
Minnie Ha Ha strolled out onto the long porch and smilingly bummed a cigarette off of me. "Daddy is old fashioned about women smoking," she said.
"Really? I thought most Indian women smoked."
"No, most of them chew."
"Chew! Ugh, to me that's a nasty habit!"
"Depends on if you like it or not."
"Does your mother chew?"
"Not tobacco. She chews Chunko Root."
"What's that?"
"It's an old Indian herb that keeps your sexual glands always in an uproar."
"You mean like Spanish Fly."
"Sort of, only Chunko Root doesn't make you so violently hot all at once. The more you chew it, the more you like sex. It just keeps you perpetually hot."
"Hmmmm, before I leave here, I'd like to get a supply of that."
"Sure, we grow our own. I'll get you some," she said, smiling.
"I see you changed your dress for some shorts, too," I said, looking at her skin-tight outfit.
"Yes, I wanted to look like you. Besides, it's an easier riding outfit."
"That's what I figured, but tell me ... how do you keep from coming every time you ride, when that damned saddle horn rams up into your pussy?"
"I don't! I come. That's why I ride so much, it feels sooooo good! Today, I'll take you up to see Likki. He's my pet wolf."
"Good, sounds like fun!" I replied, as we walked toward the stables.
I watched her saddle Fat Belly for me, and another mare called Arizona for herself. She said they called her Arizona, because that was where Short Brave caught her. These Indians are a riot when it comes to naming something!
It was still early morning, and the sun was not scorching yet. My blonde hair flowed out behind me, as I cantered beside Minnie Ha Ha. She had no hair problems, it seemed, as hers was done up in typical Indian braids. She was cute, pert, and extremely sexy, especially where it counts. I thrilled at her saucy round buttocks and jutting breasts. Her thighs were a little more muscular than mine, due to her type of activity no doubt. Mine were usually stuck up in the air, but I had a good set of pelvic muscles, and many a man had praised my fast acting, long pulling, vulva lips!
The scenery, once out of the forest, reminded me of the many western movies I'd seen. I had always wondered why the poor Indians never won. Maybe now that I was to study them, I'd find out?
We rode around that lake that I had seen, and the setting was idealic. Our trail took us upward and through a lot more holders. Finally, Minnie Ha Ha reined up.
"We'll leave our horses here. Did the saddle horn make you come?" she asked, swinging to the ground.
"No, but I'm hot as hell!" I replied, with a grin.
"The horses shy at Likki, so we'll walk to his den," she said.
I had never seen a real wolf, so I was a little shocked at his size. He stood on a cave ledge slightly above us and sniffed the air. He was a big, gray brute; not too unlike a dog.
"Likki! Come here, Likki!" Minnie Ha Ha called.
With a wag of his tail and a big, dog-like grin, he romped in our direction. He ran straight to me first and sniffed my legs and pussy. Remembering Duke, a dog I had once had, my valley began to throb; especially when the red, wet tip of Likki's organ started to slide out!
"He-likes you! See, he's getting, hard!" Minnie Ha Ha blurted, pointing to his quickly hardening organ, as it slid out to an enormous length. The big knot in the middle bulged!
My clitoris throbbed! I knew I was going to have to feel that damned dick or go mad trying! "Call him off, or I'll come in my shorts!" I blurted, still eyeing that bulging whang.
"Come on, let's go up to his cave, I keep a blanket there to lay or sit on," Minnie Ha Ha said.
We followed Likki. In the fairly large cave, Minnie Ha Ha had put a wooden stool, a woven hair rug, and a peg hung the colorful Indian blanket When she had it spread, she unzipped her shorts and I did the same. Likki sniffed the air and began to wag his big bushy tail at a furious pace! Our hot, pulsing slits were driving him mad, too!
"You go ahead and let him lick you first," Minnie Ha Ha said.
"Lick? Hell, a lick'll never do it! I want to feel that wonderful hunk of skin in me!" I said, now standing naked except for my short blouse.
"Come on, dog, gimmie!" I said to him, and fell to my knees. Then on into the rump rising position I knew he had to have, in order to screw me.
He snorted and licked the hair of the puffed up lips that were now pushed out for his personal use. I was so hot I thought I'd faint! His tongue was driving me insane! All at once, he stopped his licking and mounted me.
"Ahhhhgggguuuuooooeeeeiiiiahhhhh!" I wailed. That damned, long, hot bulge was rubbing my in-sides, while the spurting point stuck right up into my swollen rosebud! "Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh!" I gasped, between his quickly driving rod! Jesus, what action! If a man could get only half that wild, surging, wiggling, twisting animal action, he'd have women begging him for life! I came at least three times, before Likki gave a grunt, rammed me harder in a surge of extra power, and came in a white-hot flow! God, it was so hot and so plentiful, that I passed out!
When I awoke, I was on my back, a trickle of juice still seeping out of me and into the pool of it that was under my ass. I heard a moan, and on looking, saw Likki screwing Minnie Ha Ha. But instead of her already soaked valley, he was ramming his rod into her open mouth! She was propped up against one of those stools. I didn't stop him, because I knew she had to have liked it; especially after having seen what her daddy had done to her sister, Four Lips!
I was still tingly inside my valley, so I sat on another stool and watched the show. Likki was enjoying himself immensely, but since he was an animal, I could not see how he could go on after coming with me. Maybe he was a satyriasis of the animal kingdom? Nevertheless he was working his hind quarters in and out with such speed, while fore-paws rested on the stool, that i knew he had to come soon.
"Oooooooooh! Ooooooooh!" Minnie Ha Ha moaned, around that piston-like pecker.
He began to grunt and pant, and his red tongue was lolling and dripping. Then with a burst of extra speed, he came! I got so hot watching them, that I began fingering myself. When he came, it evidently was as much as he had given me from those monster-sized balls! Minnie Ha Ha took all she could, then passed out!
He backed off, his rear end still jerking and come still dripping. Then his eyes spotted me, still naked and fingering myself. With a bound, he was at me; his long, red-hot tongue lapping through my pulsing pussy like the licker gone wild!
His tongue was so hot and so hard, rubbing over my stiff clitoris that I was going out of my mind! I began to jerk and twist! I seemed to have no control over my own body; then all at once, I came and came and came!
Likki, like his name, licked it all up! I was so weak now that I slid to the floor. Minnie Ha Ha, her hands, arms, and head hanging limply; come oozing out of her mouth, stirred, but our stud lover, thank God, had had enough!
"Goddamn, Likki love, I'm so weak and yet so full, I can hardly move!" Minnie Ha Ha groaned.
"Me, too!" I mumbled, from where I lay on the floor.
"But it was blissful! The best sexual loving I have ever had." She grunted.
We finally assembled ourselves and pulled our clothes back on. Then helping each other back to our horses, we somehow managed to get into the saddle and walk our mounts toward home.
"Had you ever let him screw you before?" I asked.
"No, and he didn't this time. He left you and came straight for my mouth."
"I thought you called him Likki, because he only licked it?"
"I did, but one day he caught me laying as I was today and rammed it into my mouth."
"I guess you liked it?"
"Did I? Lord, such action! Such a load, and sweet? like pure honey!"
"Hmmmmmm, I guess I'll have to try that before I leave. That's still one of the few things I haven't done," I replied, and saw the house looming ahead.
We had had enough outing for one day! Tomorrow, we could sight-see; that is, if we didn't run into any more wolves!
CHAPTER FIVE
That night, Laughing Waters did not come to my room, and for once I was glad. I was going to write Pete, but decided I was too tired.
At dawn, I crawled from my bed, still naked and just a little sore from that damn wolf's gripping paws. I reflected that Minnie Ha Ha ought to trim his claws. My rosebud still tingled from that mighty, pointed, red whang. No dog I had ever had, could equal that wild-assed wolf!
I threw on a thin robe and padded to the bathroom. It was time I had a good douche and a hot, hot soak in the tub. I was the first one up, so I didn't have to wait for anyone. This Ben was a real nut; he had a bath and shower in the house, but a ten hole out-house for a persons' other needs! I used the bath tub for my douche; what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Not seeing any accessories on the walls, I assumed his women folk did not know the meaning of sanitary measures.
I dressed in no bra and no panties, but a sky blue pair of short shorts and a white, loose-necked, short-sleeved blouse, my boobies rounded out of my blouse, and as usual, my shorts looked painted on and my twat stuck out lovely. I knew I'd make a few flys bulge that day!
Breakfast was not even started yet, so I strolled out into the fresh morning air. In the mountains, this time of day cannot be equaled elsewhere. All around me, the wild creatures were stirring, birds sang cheerfully, and a gray squirrel scolded me from high in a pine. A jay picked up his scorn, to add a tid-bit or two. I realized right then, that a city dweller never really knew what life was all about.
In the stables, Longo rolled his big eyes at me and snorted. My smell was new to him. I looked over Ben's chickens, ducks, and turkeys. He had a nice flock.
"Enjoying the early air?" A voice behind me asked.
I spun around in surprise. A tall, smiling Indian stood there. He had been so quiet that I had not heard him. I smiled back. His dark eyes were not on mine, but on my tight, blue-covered crack. "Uh, why yes, I am. Who are you? I don't believe we've met?" I said, my voice all honey and dew. My eyes had not been idle either; his skin-tight levis did not hide his current ambitious desires.
"I am known as Silver Sam. I'm half Mukayuk and half French. I have a shack over near Bunting Creek. Sometimes I come over here to buy eggs." He said, his voice soft, yet strong.
My desire heightened. "Oh, are you a miner? A silver miner?" I asked, shifting my position against the fence so that he could look into my blouse, and I could better study his bulging fly.
He licked his lips unconsciously. "Yes, I am. Is Ben up yet?" he breathed and gazed into my blouse.
"Not yet."
"Would you like to ride over and look at my place, or am I being too forward? I haven't asked your name."
"Kitty, but I'm here on business. I'm a sex doctor." I said, smiling.
"I can believe that! Do you want me to saddle you a horse?"
"No, I'll ride behind you."
"OK, but how about in front?" He said, and swung me up onto his horse with powerful arms.
I smiled, but said nothing, as he swung up behind me. The damned saddle horn was rammed tightly into my thin, cloth-covered slit; and behind me, I felt his hard organ rub tightly up against my round, spread buttocks! What a sensation!
We talked over the Indians and my profession in relation to them. All the while, I could feel that double rub job and knew he would like to feel my titties. Finally, after he had asked me if I liked all sex, and of course I said 'yes', he reached around and into my blouse. His big, rough hand felt good. Gently, he rubbed my nipples and kneaded the fastly firming flesh.
"You have a beautiful pair of breasts, and an equally beautiful body!" Silver Sam said softly into my hear, before he nibbled on it.
His old fashioned brand of love thrilled me. My vagina throbbed! Today most men are 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' lovers, but not this stalwart male. By the time we reached his shack, and it was just that, I was as hot as hell!
Lifting me down from the saddle, he kept me in his arms and crushed my lips with his! My boobs smashed out and over his naked chest. All the buttons popped off! His body was hard, muscular, and deeply tanned. The sweaty, human smell of him sent a charge of lust through me. Had he grabbed me on the streets of a city I would have screamed, but here in the wild, untamed land, so still and fresh in the morning sun, it seemed natural. My heart beat wildly, and with it, my sexual organs cried for his caressing love. His skin seemed hotter than mine and burned into me.
"Oh, Sam! I'm so hot! Take me! Take me, before I die of lust!" I breathed against his kissing lips and roaming, hot, wet tongue.
"Ummmmm!" He breathed, and in an instant picked me up like a baby and carried me inside.
On the quilt of his mussed bed, he stripped off my buttonless blouse and stood a moment, gazing at my rising and falling breasts, his sexual mind drinking in their lustful beauty. I felt his fingers gently pulling my tight short shorts from me as they brushed lightly against my hot skin.
"Ahhhh! Such queenly beauty!" He breathed, and hastily dropped his tight levis. Without further ado, his head was buried in between my gripping thighs.
I sighed at his licking tongue and kissing lips, as both of his hands kneaded my jutting breasts! I was in heaven! This Brave was one helluva good lover! "Oh, Sammmmmm ... Oh, Sammmmmmm..." I moaned, but he kept up his furious pace of oral love until I could no longer hold back my feelings! "Uhh, unnnhhh!" I cried, and raised up as high as I could while gripping his head tightly with my thighs. I erupted!
Silver Sam did not completely drain me, before he lifted his head up, smiled, and crawled forward. I opened my eyes and saw his big-headed organ, just before it slid into my pulsing, twitching, oozing slit! It was so big around that my groin actually swelled!
I groaned, locked my legs around his back, and lifted to each of his first slow thrusts. "What a rod! Oh, god, Sam, I'm filled! God, what a piece of meat!" I cried, as his pace quickened.
"You are heavenly, too! Your hot hole of love feels like velvet! Such muscular control, I've never seen!" He murmured, but never slackened his pace.
His voice, I now noticed, had a slight accent. He had said he was half French, and by the way he ran that joyous hunk of meat into me, I believed it!
"Uh, uh, uh!" He gritted in three fast jabs, then I felt him stiffen. I knew the sign, so I raised up to meet him, and in a shower of stars, we erupted together!
His flow did not seem like much, so I said, "Sam honey, you screw wonderfully, but you didn't come much." I cooed.
"Not this time, I am saving it for the next hole of love ... what I call, The Mine." He said, smiling and pulling out.
He lifted my legs forward to rest my knee back on his broad shoulders, then his hand guided that short, but fat, love cock into my tight anus.
"Oh, God, Sam! You're stretching me!" I cried, my nails biting into his strong arms as they lifted my body up. I was bent almost double, by the time all of that shaft was in me! I could feel his testicles rubbing into my open, throbbing vagina!
"Ahhh, yours is a mine! A wonderfully hot mine of love! Such tightness!" He gritted, thrusting now in a slow rhythm.
"Oh, God, Sam! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I feel like I'm gonna ... gonna ... sh ... ahhhggguuuh!" I wailed, as he began to ram me harder and harder. This was one act of lucid love that always drove me crazy!
All at once and without forewarning, he shot a big, hot, fast stream of juice into me. He was all the way in, and he held it, just like that damn wolf or a dog does! Holding it all the way in and wiggling his ass and coming like a flowing pipe!
"It's tantalizingly wonderful!" I moaned.
"Ahhhh, now this heavenly mine is a silver mine!" He said, grinning at his own remark. Slowly he pulled free.
I just lay there and watched him inspect himself. I could feel his fluid come oozing from both of my holes of love.
"Hmmm, that was no new way for you. I am as clean as when I went in." He said.
"No, it's not new! But I suppose now I am bigger in there! I couldn't help but be, after taking all of that whopping big rod!"
He only smiled. "Next time, I screw you between those luscious boobs!" He said.
I could just imagine that thing in my mouth! The thought struck me, that maybe that was how some of these big-mouthed women might have gotten that way, like Martha Gayborn and Stella Fitz, two well-known movie stars. It was only a thought, but it could be the answer.
Silver Sam did not bother to dress, but put his coffee pot on. "Let's have a cup of coffee royal and a cigarette." He said.
"Sounds good," I replied, looking at his love maker. It was only slightly soft.
I sat up, and followed him out onto his lean-to porch. We were both naked, but the fresh morning air felt good on our tingling bodies.
"Now, I assume that you enjoyed our tete-a-tete, by the reactions you voiced on my bed." Silver Sam said, smiling.
"You thought right! By tha way, Sam, where did you learn such eloquent speech?" I asked, sipping the hot cup of liquid fire that he had handed me. It was a concoction of strong black coffee, Indian white lightning, and no doubt, a pinch of dried chunko root!
"From my father. He was a French professor. He taught in France and the eastern seaboard of this country, before he came west and married my mother, who was a Mukayuk maiden."
"Do you have any brothers and sisters?" I asked.
"A sister. She lives over near Liver River. Her husband is a white."
"Is that on the reservation?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. Liver River is only a days ride to the east, right near the Nevada line. How long do you intend to be visiting with us?"
"I don't know. Ben wants me to stay long enough to learn the old Mukayuk fertility rites."
"Then you'll be here for a fairly long time. You know, your job sounds interesting."
"It is, and very satisfying. By the way, just for conversation's sake, have you ever had your sister? Or perhaps your mother?"
"It's odd that you should have asked that particular question. Yes, I had my mother several times ... you see, my sister is my step-sister; she is also my daughter. Of course she doesn't know this."
"This more or less confirms my suspicions, that large tribes of people tend to inter-breed. Is she as hot as you are?"
"More! She loves any and all types of sex. She's a far better Mukayuk than I. You see, in our tribal language, Mukayuk means sexual longevity ... or continuing sexual urge ... a lusting for anything sexual. We are a one type tribe. No other is like ours. Our past men were always raised to be rite priests for other tribes. That is one reason we are dying out. Who holds fertility rites today? Nobody."
"You have a point there, plus I suppose the younger braves go in for this Yippie, Hippie world of long hair and flowers?"
"Worse! They call themselves the Whoopies!
They smoke marijuana and sing weird songs that even drive the prairie dogs to cover! The man, who first said this world was going to pot, knew what he was saying."
"Yes, it looks like it. Sooo, let's drink up and have a toast to sex ... I'd rather see it go to that!"
"You are a rare find, Doctor. You would make a perfect Mukayuk! Before you leave us, I'm going to see that Ben makes you a blood-brother ... a sort of sister-under-the-skin."
"Correction, with the skin!" We both laughed, and Silver Sam fixed me another of his hot, potent drinks. "I'm so glad to see you don't mind sitting out here in the raw." He said, handing me my very full cup.
"Nooo, I enjoy it! I'd run around like this all the time if I could; course I'd probably be screwed to death, but what a glorious way to die!"
"That's me. I'm getting old. I know I don't show it, but that's due to the herbs I take and the plentiful amount of sex I get. Laughing Waters gives me her sweet lips now and then, as does Four Lips ... and speaking of lips, I sure do love that inverted vulva of yours. It puffs up there so nice and seductively. It's so nice, it almost commands a man to kiss it. Delectable, simply delectable!"
"I'm glad you like it." I said, spreading my legs wide and scooting down in my chair.
"Ummmm!" Silver Sam murmured, leaning over to kiss my black-haired, puffed-up lips.
"This drink, Sam Honey, must have some chunko root in it!" I whispered.
"Some, but what really starts the urge is my mixture of dink and peka berry juice. Both will harden any organ, no matter how soft, and contract any pelvic muscles. Soon, your valley will throb, your tongue will harden, and you will have a strong urge to suck!"
He didn't know it, but his words were having about as much effect! I happen to be the type that can be swayed easily by mere suggestion. "Really? No wonder I keep swallowing!"
"Ha!" He grunted.
My eyes darted down to his rod. It was springing up like a new tree with its roots in gibberellins! I swallowed and licked my lips; his vocal suggestion, coupled with the sight of that magnificent tool, shot any and all reserves that I might have had!
"Lie back, Doctor Sex, you are about to feel a tonsil expert at work!" Silver Sam gestured, smiling happily.
That damned drink of his must also be a basis for hypnotic suggestions! I found myself scooting further down and back, as he advanced on me; his rigid, brown-colored root of joy thrust forward in his big hand. As if by automatic control, my mouth opened as he straddled my position, chair and all, and kept coming for me.
"Gaaaaaah!" I gagged involuntarily, when that monstrous hunk of meat gradually went through my lips, mouth, and past my tonsils! Thank God, I had a nose, or I couldn't even breathe!
I tasted it almost at once, and it was delectable! I loved the good strong peter taste of a big man! My hands shot out to grasp his naked, hairy buttocks, as he slowly screwed my mouth! His big balls hung down off my chin and bobbed over my neck. I could feel his hairy thighs rubbing my hard nipples, and it also helped to drive me wild!
Silver Sam was going faster with each stroke, and I didn't know how long I could stand it! My lips were stretched to their outer limits! "Guuuuuaaaaa-uuuuhh!" I forced out, meaning 'good,' and it sure as hell was!
I was so hot, that when his buttock cheeks tightened, I knew he was going to come, but so was I! Then it happened! like a red hot river, it shot into my stomach! He gave it all to me and withdrew. The last few drops I took with my tongue. "Good to the last drop!" I said, smiling even if my jaws did hurt.
"Doctor Kitty, you are a gem! A real honest to goodness gem!"
"Thanks!" I replied. I was still hot as hell from those two drinks. "I think I'd better get back, before one of them finds me gone and starts to worry." I said, looking for my clothes.
"OK, I'll ride you back and get my eggs. I'll see you again, won't I? I mean before the coming rite?"
"You'd better b'lieve!" I said, and meant it.
CHAPTER SIX
Breakfast was again scrumptious, and I was famished, so we complimented each other that morning.
"Today, Kitty, we'll take a ride over to the general store." Minnie Ha Ha said. If she knew that I had been with Silver Sam, she didn't show it.
"Good!" I said, but didn't feel it. What possible sex could I find in a general store?
Again I was given Fat Belly, and he must have been feeling his oats, because he was frisky as hell! "Speaking of that store, reminds me that I have to write my partner, Doctor Sex." I said, as we walked our horses away from the house and up the winding trail.
"Is he old or young?" Minnie Ha Ha asked. "Young ... well, not too young. But really not old either." I answered. "Just right, huh?"
"Yes, in his department. He's like your father, he's hung!"
"I'd like to meet him sometime."
"You might. He may come up and get me when I leave." I said, thinking of my Peter and the one he had.
At the sprawling old western-style store, we dismounted and went inside. The inside looked almost like a modern supermarket. These Indians would never cease to amaze me, especially when on the shelves I found a whole counter of such stuff as dried owl bills, ground chunko root, turkey waddles, owl's eyes, hawk feather, and a dozen other jars of variety of things previously unheard of. I bought Minnia Ha Ha and myself a coke, and in a throw away can at that.
The clerk and owner, a big nosed man of about Ben's stature, was interested in my wrist slung tote bag. After explaining where he could get them, we walked out.
"It looks like it's going to be a lazy day. I suggested coming over here, 'cause usually a gang of young braves sit here and talk. I can't figure out where they are, today." Minnie Ha Ha said.
"No sweat, we can relax." I said, and had just spoken when two good looking men rode up, their faces and arms tanned to a golden brown.
They dismounted right in front of us at the hitch rail, and took our whole bodies in with one glance.
"Good morning! Could either of you girls tell us where the Rock Strata is?" One of them asked.
"The area where the college students go," the other one said. He was dark-haired, with eyes that not onV looked you over, but told you the feeling behind them.
I smiled at him.
"Sure, I can tell you. But if you'd like we'll lead you there." Minnie Ha Ha said, and I could have kissed her!
This dark-haired one had a nice sized and growing lump in his tight, levi-clad fly!
"We sure would appreciate it, yes!" The blonde one said.
"By the way, my name's Burt Winn. My class mate's is Rolf Von. We are geology students from Stockton Junior College." The black-haired one said, in introduction.
"Glad to know you. I'm Minnie Ha Ha, a daughter of Chief Makakuntah, and this is Doctor Sexanna."
"A doctor? I wouldn't have thought anything as pretty as you, could be a stuffy old doctor!" Burt said, smiling, his eyes looking into the deep dark vee between my boobs. One thing nice about my boobs, even without a bra, was that they meshed together beautifully!
"Thank you! You know, a doctor has to be young sometime; He doesn't start off old." I replied, and stood up. But not before making sure that he could see my inverted haven for wayward boys!
Now he knew, that besides no bra, I also did not have any panties on! I swung into the saddle and set off beside Minnie Ha Ha. I could feel a hot pair or two of eyeballs on my tight-clothed, round, jutting, spread buttocks cheeks. Minnie Ha Ha and I trotted a good distance ahead of them.
"We're in luck, that strata area is a short, boxed-in canyon. We shouldn't be disturbed." She said, reflecting the same yearning I had for another good sex bout.
Silver Sam had taken a good bit out of me and my poor pink pucker was still a little sore, but when it came to sex, I was always ready! That was one thing Pete liked about me; I had a one-track mind. Sex! I was a good nurse, especially when it came to nursing a big, hard dick!
The rock strata formation they were looking for was in a short, tree and bush filled canyon. A perfect place for uninterrupted, uninhibited sex! I was the first to swing down and look at the spot where someone else had camped, when they'd worked at the rock walls to extract a minor gem or two.
Minnie Ha Ha had told me that at one time the whole reservation had been over run with the miners that opened up Vulcanville and Placerville, and Silver Sam had said that some ore could still be found there. Water had, no doubt, run through it to the miners who at one time worked the area, but now the only liquid in the small canyon, was the boiling fluid of Minnie Ha Ha and myself!
"There it is, boys." She said, pointing up to the cream-colored rock wall, striped through with veins of brown, black, gray, and white. "Help yourselves!" She added.
"I sure as hell will!" Burt said, now down from his horse and reaching to grab a handful of my jutting rear! "No doctor gal, or what have you, could have this nice an ass, without having put some sexual thought into it!" He blurted, just as his hands found me.
I giggled but held my ground; his clutching hands felt good! I may be one in a million, but I like a man who knows what he wants and takes it! None of this mamby pamby, two-hour build up and then a thirty minute feel, before he can take me. I'm not a talker or petter, hell no, I'm a doer screwer! "Ummm," I murmured. "A man after my own hot HI' heart."
"You like 'em fast, huh."
"Yeah, daddy-o, fast!"
"WeH let's quit arguing, get them shorts off!"
"Hey, Let's all take our clothes off?" I suggested.
"Now there's a doctor with some sense!" Rolf said, already unbuttoning his shirt.
"She should be good, she's a sex doctor." Minnie Ha Ha said, pulling her own blouse up and off. Her pert nipples stuck out through her peek-a-boo bra.
"A sex doctor? No foolin'? " Burt asked, his shirt already off and hanging on his saddle.
"That's right! Do you boys need any sexual neuroses cured?" I returned.
"Yeah, I've got a weakening of the left testicle." Burt said, grinning. His grin faded to a "Wow! Look-it them jugs!" My blouse was off and hanging on my saddle, too.
Minnie Ha Ha slithered her shorts down and off, then unhooked her bra. Her boobs popped out, like they were made of live rubber instead of flesh! Rolf groaned, but when he stepped out of his levis, it was our turn to groan! "Miko Miko! What a nice one!" Minnia Ha Ha blurted.
"Yes, and it comes to a point!" I said, knowing that in a man that was highly unusual.
"Go on and praise, 'cause I've got a little one!" Burt said, pushing his tight levis down.
I knew that it couldn't be too small, 'cause I had seen the bulge. "Small!" I gasped, on seeing it. "If that's small, poor Ben hasn't got anything!" Ben had the longest organ I had even see in a human, but it was not too big around. This character had the same length at least, but it was big around! It stuck out straight, like a tree limb! "God. what a cock!" I cried, and felt my whole body tingle in anticipation of its feel in me.
"Oooooo, how nice!" Minnie Ha Ha cooed, staring at it lustfully.
"Hey, Rolf, look an invert!" Burt said, pointing at my valley.
"Yeah! That's the first one I've ever seen!" Rolf said, coming over to squat down and inspect my arced out vulva, like I was really odd.
"Does it throw you?" I asked.
It does me! I like them inverted, squeezing lips!" Burt said, and without further ado, rubbed his big-headed thing right in between my pulsing, wet pussy lips. It raked my stiff clitoris.
"Oh, daddy!" I gasped.
"Come on, hot pants, lay down. I work better in the horizontal position!" Burt directed.
The grass in this spot was short, cool, and green. I felt like a wood nymph, laying out on it with this great, tan giant easing his long and luscious rod down into me.
"Oooh, lordalmighty!" I cried, in the mixed emotion of pain and lust! My hot hole was stretching, but at the same time he was going deeper and deeper!
When he was only three quarters of the way in, he hit bottom! My rosebud tingled like mad! I thought I was going crazy, but it was nothing compared to the feeling I got when he reached under me and jabbed his long index finger into my rectum and rubbed that damnable long pole through my separating membrane wall! "Aaaaaahhhhhiiiiieeeee!" I yelled like a banshee, and believe it or not dropped my first load!
"Uh, uh, uh!" He gritted, going in and out. My legs were up and over his broad shoulders. His head dipped to enable him to lick my stiff nipples! This only made me hotter, if such a thing at the time was possible! I felt my ovaries gushing like a fountain, and knew that if this guy didn't drain me, it would be a wonder! I guess all that lubrication only tended to drive him nuts, 'cause all at once he shuddered, stiffened, drove into me hard and came! His hot load was almost as big as Likki's had been. "Goddamn, hot pants, you took all I had! I even felt my backbone give up its juice!" Burt grunted, then rolled off. Almost at once, his long shaft began to sink down like a telescope!
"Me? Hells bells, daddy-o, you made me come five or six times in a matter of minutes! My poor old pussy'll probably never be tight again!" I said, sighing. Though I didn't really care, it had been worth it. Of course I knew better 'cause after that horse had screwed me down in Mexico, I grew back into the same tight In" ole hole I had once had ... well ... almost!
I looked over at Rolf and Minnie Ha Ha. She was twisting around like a snake and meeting every stroke of his churning, hairy buttocks! All at once they both cried out! She gripped his loins tightly and squeezed. I knew they were coming, by their convulsions.
Rolf crawled out and stood up; his long, red, pointed tool dripping. "Need some more, Doc?" He asked.
"Sure, if you think you can feel me after your buddy reamed it out!" I replied.
"If I can't, I know a tighter place." He said, grinning.
"Good idea!" I agreed, and rolled over to my knees.
He dropped to his behind me, and in a moment, I was feeling that hot, pointed tool stirring up my gut! "Goddamn, lover boy, if you only had a lump, you'd be what is known as hound dog hung!" I breathed.
His hands reached around me; one to squeeze my left tit, the other to finger my clitoris! I didn't think I could come again, but I ought to know better! My ovaries are like a pair of artesian wells; they never completely run dry! When he came, I gushed.
"Roll over, sugar, I don't want all of it to go to waste!" He ordered, and as soon as my rear hit the ground, he was between my legs sucking!
I heard a moaning and looked over to Burt. His soft rod was no longer soft, but hard and all the way down Minnie Ha Ha's throat! She was in Mukayuk heaven! Oral sex was her favorite pastime.
"Ummm, Doc baby ... this is ... good!" Rolf said, between slurps. He went at it like it was a bowl of wild honey! I guess, to him it was.
Some men, like some women, love the taste of a sex organ, and the more they lick it, the more they love it.' It's a mad cycle. I once knew a man and his wife who had to hire a maid, cook, gardener, chauffeur and all, because they were too weak from constantly playing sixty-nine to do anything else. Of course they looked young, due to the youth keeping ingredient of their mutual goals. I think that is one reason my Doctor Sex is so young looking, despite all of his wild late hours and drinking bouts. He's a fiend for oral sex, too, but I can't really say anything ... so am I!
"Oh, Rolf! Oh, baby! Oh, lover, you're hitting something! I'm going nuts! Nuts! Nuts!" I cried, all at once feeling a new feeling. I grabbed his head and pulled him in deeper, just as I came again!
"Ummm!" He murmured, his jaws and tongue swiftly working, to suck me dry!
"Stop, Rolf honey! You'll never get it all!" I said pushing his head back as I sat up. The action pulled me away from him.
"Sorry 'bout that! That heavenly hole is so damned sweet, I could suck it forever!" He sighed, licking off his lips.
We both turned to stare at a cry from Burt. Minnie Ha Ha had all of him down her throat and her lips against his groin! Her hands were working his big balls around and around.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Stop! Stop! Before I go clear out of my mind!" He begged. We grinned, as all at once Minnie Ha Ha dropped one hand and ran her finger up his tight anus!
"Ahhhhuuuuggggaaaa!" He gritted, and raised up from his heels.
From the working throat of Minnie Ha Ha, we knew he was coming! "Jesus, what a set of jaws!" Burt moaned, when she had pulled free of his fastly shrinking penis!
"I knew you could come again!" She said, smiling and licking off her shiny, ruby red lips. She looked at Rolf. "You want a blow job, too?" She asked, not beating around the bush.
"Sure, let's give it a try!" He said, then added. "How about sixty-nine, then I can enjoy you, too?"
"You're on!" She said, waiting for him to lay down. By the time she was fifty, if she kept this up, she should look to be only twenty-five!
I walked to my horse and found my tote bag, then lit a cigarette and started out on a slow stroll. I didn't mind screwing in front of them all, but to tend to the call of nature before them all would be a trifle uncouth. Oh, I have done it, but I wanted to walk a little to get out the kinks. The sun was up high now, so I walked under the shady pines enjoying its bright warmth.
"Wait a minute, I'll walk with you!" Burt, said, catching up with me.
"OK, but I hope you don't mind? I've gotta go."
"Me, too!" He replied, then bummed a drag off of me.
"Here, have a whole one." I said, handing him the pack.
We walked all the way to the boxed-in end and found a small, clear, bubbling spring. I also found a nice bush and stepped in behind it. When I came back, he was squatting by the spring, smoking. "You know, you say you're a doctor. I have my doubts. Do you have a diploma? You're way too young to have gone all those years to school." He said, looking at me seriously.
"Not too young to be a doctor of psychiatry." I said smugly.
"Perhaps. My father is a doctor, and he is on the Board Of Regents of the Western Conference A.M.A. He's always on the prowl for people who infringe on his profession."
"I know, so am I! Good lord, you don't think I'd say I was a sex doctor, if I wasn't, do you? I'm certainly not that stupid!" I said, not acting indignant.
"Oh, of course not! I just get like that I guess, because of him, he's always preaching about quacks and stuff!"
"Well! I'm certainly no quack! Perhaps you'd like to go to court for slander?" I blurted, putting on a good show of grit.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Doc! Honest! Come on, let's go back. I knew you're a doctor, and probably a good one."
"I should be, my house calls never run less than a hundred per call. This stay up here, is one of my many visits to different parts of the land. I study continually to broaden my scope of sexual neuroses." I said, and though laughing inside, walked stiffly back with him to the horses and our clothes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That night, when we returned, I wrote Pete about my stay so far and especially about my dispatching that doctor do-gooder's son.
The next day after breakfast, Four Lips said she would ride with me to the general store to mail the letter. Four Lips was closer to my age and somewhat easier to talk to than her sister was. "In two days it will be night of full moon. My father says you will learn of our old ways," she said, as we walked our mounts up the trail.
My rear was still a little sore from Silver Sam's big whang, and yesterday's bout with that college kid didn't help matters any! I was glad she wasn't in a galloping mood. "Yes, that's what he says." I replied.
"My sister Minnie Ha Ha, says you really like sex! Did she take you to meet her pet wolf, Likki."
"Uhhuh, he sure is nice."
"And fast, too!"
"I know how you like oral sex, did you ever have it with an animal?" I asked, thinking of her sister and Likki.
"Many times! After we mail your letter, we'll ride over to High Mesa Pass. I keep a wild burro over there." She said, smiling.
I wondered what pets Moon Flower and the others must have? Ben, I knew, had to use a mare for that long rod of his. Maybe Arizona, she seemed docile enough.
We mailed the letter and set out at a canter. The air was still cool and fresh, and to the far north, a scattering of clouds drifted lazily. "The air smell like rain." Four Lips said.
"Rain? There isn't a dark cloud in the sky!"
"I know, but I smell it. It will rain today." She insisted.
I hoped she was wrong. I hated to be caught out in the elements with no place to go. I wasn't dressed for any ride in the rain. This High Mesa Pass was a long way from home and I soon found out it was high.
We sat atop the flat mesa and looked back the way we had come. There were so many hills, trees, and huge rocks that it made me feel like I was in another world. "Sweet Boy stays over there near those old cliff dwellings. Come, when I whistle he will show himself." Four Lips said.
I followed her lead, and sure enough, a small, gray burro trotted out from between some desert bushes. He saw us and brayed loudly. "He's cute!" I said.
"Sweet Boy only-likes girls. He won't come out if a man is with me."
"How does he get any water, way up here?" I asked.
"He goes down to a spring that is on the other side of this cliff. Come on, we'll ride over to the old house he is staying in." Four Lips said.
The old rock dwellings had once been part of an Indian village. We dismounted, and almost at once Sweet Boy nuzzled my valley. "He-likes your smell! See his tail swish!" Four lips said, laughing.
"I hope he doesn't like it too good, he's got some mighty big teeth!" I said, watching his lips closely. He was cute, but as he sniffed, his super, king-sized organ slid out of its protective sheath. All at once I remembered another place, and a friend walking a full-grown horse into me. I shuddered!
"What's the matter? You don't like to have sex with my Sweet Boy?"
"Not especially. I had a horse once, and it damned near killed me! Dogs, wolves, and the lesser animals are OK, but these big hung ones are too much for me! I'll grant you it looks good, but hell, your old man is almost more than I can handle!"
"Oh, Sweet Boy doesn't screw me! I have oral love with him! That is how he got his name; he is one sweet boy!"
"Oh, really? Sweeter than Ben?"
"Lots sweeter!" She said, reaching under his belly and fondling him.
This was one time I wished I had brought my camera along. Pete probably wouldn't believe me, even if he had seen Flora take on Duke that way. Duke was only a dog.
When Sweet Bov had his organ all the way out and brick hard, she dropped to her knees and crawled under him. I watched in utter fascination! What Pete always said was true: 'people will do anvthing!' But not me. I draw the line on oral copulation with animals. Hell, there's too many good men around to have to do that!
After she had finished with her pet, we rode back, and reached the house by noon. Laughing Waters was glad to see us and had us sit right down to lunch. I was starved, but I could not see how Four Lips could be; Sweet Boy must have come a gallon! After eating a lunch of fried ham, mashed potatoes, turnips, green peas, green beans, boiled chunko root, creamed owl, and fresh hoe cakes, I was stuffed! I could just see myself gaining pounds upon pounds! Would Pete like me fat? I'd have to exercise like hell to lose it all when I returned to Carmel.
I sat out on the shady porch, drinking my coffee and smoking a cigarette. Boy, these Indians sure did eat! No wonder all of their squaws are so fat. Four Lips, Moon Flower, Minnie Ha Ha and Laughing Waters came out and joined me.
"See, it's starting to rain!" Four Lips said, and sure enough a few light drops were falling.
The sky had gotten darker while we were eating. "Good thing we returned when we did." I commented. I felt like taking a nap, so I excused myself and said, "Laughing Waters, your wonderful meal and this warm rain, is putting me to sleep. If you girls don't mind, I think I'll take a nap."
"Thank you." Laughing Waters said, beaming at my compliment.
"By the way, where is the Chief?" I asked.
"He around. He talk to man from movie company." Laughing Waters answered.
"Movie company?" I said.
"Yes, Daddy is going to let them make a special movie of the fertility rites." Moon Flower replied.
"Oh, great! And I'm to be in that?"
"We all are! Daddy, too!" Minnie Ha Ha said, smiling.
"Well, I'll talk about it later. Right now, I need that nap." I said, and left.
In my room, I peeled off my shorts and blouse and stretched out naked on the cool sheet. I dropped off almost at once. I thought I had slept a long time, because of the darkness of the room, but by the dial of my travel alarm clock I had only been asleep for a half an hour. I wondered why I awoke? I do that sometimes if someone is looking at me, but I was alone in my room.
"Ha!" I said, aloud to myself. I had forgotten about those mirrors. After that first day, when I had felt eyes on me, I had intended to ferret out the spot behind them, but I had forgotten it. Now, again, someone was staring at me. .
Slowly I slid from the bed, stretching. I undulated to the dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a thin, black lace garter belt. Facing the mirrors, I wriggled into it. I selected a small spray can of Mon Cheri Cologne and shot a fine mist over my black-haired mons, under my arms, and through the crack between my buttocks; then casually I opened a vanity drawer and took out some dark, fine mesh hose. I sat on the accompanying stool and pulled them on seductively. I knew someone was getting quite a show! Maybe this was my 'screen test.'
After hooking my hose up and smoothing them out, I pulled out an up-lift bra. Actually it didn't cover anything; my big boobs just lay on its shelf-like supports. I stood up, viewed myself in the mirror; my big boobs stuck out in front, my rear jutted the other way. So round, so firm, so fully packed!
I wondered what Pete would say about my being in a sex-packed movie? No doubt, I'd be the star attraction. The idea gave me a pang of sexual gratification, just thinking about all of the men who would be ogling my naked antics and pulling on their hard organs, their tongues lolling!
I looked over my dresses; four to be exact. Ben had been in such a hurry, that I did not take any more. I had wondered where he got his money. I hadn't believed his tale about his people renting Yosemite to the government. Maybe he thought I was a descendant of the guy who bought the Brooklyn Bridge. Before I went to work for Pete, I might have believed him, but now, though I looked and acted like a dumb chick, I wasn't!
Those eyes burned right through me as the thought ran through my mind, that maybe Ben had made many a movie of his sexy family and friends. "Hey!" I blurted aloud, as the immediate thought struck me. That was probably the reason he had wanted me in the first place! His asking for Pete was only a front! I racked my brain over the things that had been talked of when I was posing for those lurid shutter fiends in Southern California, but could not recall any mention of an Indian Chief who was in the pornography racket. Of course, the bovs could have talked to him anytime I wasn't around, or even after I had left to go north. Being in a strictly pornographic movie was no big thrill, I had already been down that road, but being a star of a grade 'B' or 'C, with a plot to it, no matter how mediocre would be a thrill.
What would Ben receive for that? No wonder he could afford to pay me for having a good time! And we pale-faces thought the Indians had stopped scalping people! I could still feel those hot eyes on me; I knew someone was getting their kicks!
With no further ado, I pulled on a mini-sheath of sky-blue nylon. This particularly snug number, left almost nothing to the imagination. Looking in the mirror, I could see my nipple lumps; they were real, not rubber!
No one was in the living room, so I strode on out to the porch. No one was there either. The rain was still coming down at a steady drizzle. I sat down on the rustic looking, but well-padded chaise lounge and leaned back.
I had no sooner lit up a cigarette, then Ben and a stranger walked out of the house. I never bothered to lower my bent-up, left leg, so I knew that both of them could see the tannish underside of my thigh and one black garter strap as it bit into the flesh. "Why, hello, Ben." I said, in as seductive a voice as I knew how.
He and the tall, gray-haired stranger swallowed hard. And speaking of hard, so were their flys. "Uh ... Doctor ... uh, Miss Kitty ... uh, this Ken Mann, from Flyby Knight Movie Company. He to make movie of Fertility Rite." Ben said, sitting down on my left and scooting his chair around so that he faced me at the best angle for seeing into my skirt.
"Glad to know you, I'm sure." I said to Ken, in the voice of a dumb blonde.
He gulped, smiled, and did as Ben did, only on my right. His big blue eyes were staring hard at my slightly exposed valley hair. My whole right leg was exposed. I knew, that no matter how many women these men had seen, I was definitely giving them a hard! "Same to you, I'm sure!" Ken blurted, licking his fat, pudgy lips. He was a big, broad man of at least fifty years.
"So, you're gonna make a movie. Who's the hero and heroine?" I asked, dropping my left leg and raising my right. Now it was Ben's turn to stare.
"Well, the Chief here, will play the lead, and you ... we thought, could be billed as Princess Biedron-ka of the warring Yakk Indians. It's a tribe far to the south. These Yakks are all dead now, but at one time they were big believers in snake lore ... uh, you ain't afraid of snakes, are you?" Ken asked.
"Uh, well, I'm no connoisseur of the things, but I'm not actually afraid of them. Let's just say, they go their way and I go mine? Why?" I replied, and lifted both legs now. I felt the cool draft on my exposed, hot, valley lips and they both took in the view.
"Uh, well ... this princess in the script is supposed to carry an over-grown Rose Boa around as a pet ... and by the way, Biedronka is Polish for Lady Bird, but not ten people in a hundred know Polish. It goes good with the script ... and ... well, I wrote the script. My whole name is Mannawin-kowski. Its Polish."
"Hmmmmmm, a Polock writing Westerns. Sounds like a good combination, like me trying to write Roman history!"
"Aw, come on! I'm a good writer! You ain't heard the rest of it yet," he said as he gazed longingly at my breasts and thighs.
"I'm not too sure I want to ... but I do want to hear how much this all pays ... hummmmmm, Ben?" L said, and swung my up-raised, bent legs his way. You could have knocked his eyes off with a stick!
"Uh ... you ... one paleface that drive hard bargain!" He blurted, staring open-mouthed at my inviting vulva lips.
"Really?" I said, then swiveled Ken's way. He gulped, his mouth popped open, and I thought he'd lose his false teeth. "Watch them China clippers, honey!" I said, smiling. "My, you shouldn't be so astonished at seeing this, after staring at me while I dressed." I added, and swung a leg down on both sides of the long chair. My whole pussy stuck out now and was slightly open. If he would have said: 'Duhh!' I wouldn't have batted an eye.
"She's not so dumb, Ben ... not as dumb as that last one was." Ken wheezed. He spoke directly at me, because my one winking, pink eye had him mesmerized.
"This I know, but Doctor Sexanna have much better body!"
"Yeh. and a finger lickin' good snatch, too!" Ken said, still in his trance.
"Really? Kiss it, Kenny boy ... put your mouth where your eyes are ... give me some action! I like a doer, not a talker!" I breathed heavily, leaning back and lifting my feet to just rest my heels on the lounge edge, my spread knees bent out.
"Oh god!" Mamma Maria! May the saints preserve me! This I just gotta do!" He cried, falling to his knees and crawling up the lounge. His long tie and immaculate suit were forgotten. He gathered up my hot, buttock cheeks at the same time he buried his head in my beckoning slit.
"Ummmmmm!" I cooed, lifting to help him. His stiff tongue lapped me inside, while his fat lips pulled on my erect, throbbing clitoris! "Kenny baby ... oh, Kenny baby . , . eat it up, love! Eat it up!" I cried, now gripping his gray head and holding him in to me. Jesus, but it felt good! I couldn't keep from squirming. I lifted my legs up and rested them on his shoulders. His big hands caressed the backs of my thighs. If he was like some men, the raspy nylon feel against his head was driving him mad, too! I know his tongue and lips were setting me off! "Oh, oh, oh!" I gasped, raising up just as I came. "Kenny baby, stop! Leave some for Ben!" I cried. Reluctantly, he complied.
"Goddamn, I could eat that sweet thing all day and all night, too!" He sighed, licking off his big, red lips, as he backed out and off of the lounge.
"Ready, Benny honey?" I cooed.
"Not now! Me got to think."
"Think? Of what?"
"Money!"
"My money?"
"Yes!"
"What's there to think' of? You told me you'd pay me to come up here and learn your ways. So, I'm learning. My standard fee for a house call is a hundred, but that only takes an hour or so."
"Me know. I already give you three ... how you like five more? OK?"
"Say seven and it's a deal. Don't forget, a thousand is only ten patients for me, and not over five days play ... uh, work." I said, smiling sweetly.
"Please, Doc honey ... close your legs ... I can't think." Ken said, still looking at the spot he had just vacated.
"Sorry 'bout that!" I replied, and closed my legs.
"OK ... you win! Paleface always win!" Ben said.
I laughed. "Yes, for now; but tonight ... well, we'll see."
CHAPTER EIGHT
I ate a light supper and lazed around. TV didn't offer anything but doctor movies and some side-splitter that I couldn't even get one ha out of, let alone two, while the rest of their mouths hung open, I retired to my bedroom. Since Ken had left, and Ben was in the living room watching TV, I felt my room had a degree of privacy.
Ken had given me a carbon copy of his movie script to study, so I had something to do. I adjusted my pillows to prop me up, pulled off my dress and uplift, then stretched out to read Ken's idea of a sex movie. I left my hose and garter belt on; to me they were like a second skin. I very seldom Wore any panties, but Pete and our sexually inclined patients demanded the belt and hose bit. To a voyeur, and most people had a trace of it in them, those articles of clothing were a must!
Ken's story started and ended in the cavern that Ben said the ancients had used. The script started off with me being carried in by four braves; one oh each limb. Ben stood before the idol of Miko Miko and shook a scepter, designed like a long penis. He screamed all forms of filth at me and swore vengeance on the Yakk tribe. I was supposed to tremble and beg him to stop! I read on, and on, and evidently fell asleep.
When I awoke, it was to feel a hot, stiff tongue traversing my tingling skin! I popped open my eyes. Ben, more naked than I, was on the bed beside of me, his head bent to his lustful task! His long, hard rod lay up along his belly; its mushroomed head wet with love honey!
I gazed at it longingly. My mouth watered to taste it! I wondered if Laughing Waters had not spiked our dinner juice with dink and peka berry juice. The more I stared at that long, hard hunk of brown meat, the more I craved it! I had not yet had Ben orally, though he had had me. The way he was going now, he was going to have me again, but this time I resolved, I would get in the act too! When he had worked his body around closer to my head, I reached out and grabbed his buttocks in one hand while my other grasped that joyous tool of love!
He made no notice, except to lift his right leg over my head. Unlike most Indians I had read about, Ben had a profusion of black body hair. His balls were as big as turkey eggs and covered with a forest of curly black hair. I guided that long, hard organ in between my lips in a second, and without ceremonies, he shoved it down until his big bag of balls rested on my nose! I gagged once, and then it was down! Good God! I could feel the big, throbbing head down inside, between my breasts!
Ben's long, snake-like tongue was probing up inside of my vagina. I could feel it lick the tense, tingly walls! What a tongue! I wasn't sucking him, he was screwing my stomach! God, what a cock! His curly, wiry hair tickled my nose, but I couldn't cry out. Hell, I was doing well to breathe! But his tongue was something else! He was driving me screaming mad, and from both ends!
I had had an enormous amount of men and women while just a nurse for Pete, but I had never had a man like Ben! When he unloaded life hot load of liquid love, I felt a burning in my stomach, and that was all. I gave him mine and he took it, all of it!
He sat down beside me on the bed, and we both smoked a cigarette. It was then that I saw the full length mirror standing open. "You forgot to shut your door, Ben," I said.
"No matter. You know before of see-through mirror."
"Have you enjoyed watching me."
"You good!"
"Have you watched others up here?"
"Many! Me take pictures, too!"
"Ben, how did you know about Pete and me, and our sexual capers?"
"My son know man who take photos of you in Mexico. He buy photos. Me see you. You make me hard. Me go see."
"But how did you know I was in Carmel?"
"My son look and ask. Me look and ask. Me Indian. Me find!"
"Well, I'm glad you found me. I've never seen nor had such a long, heavenly pole! I knew a Negro once that said he was hound dog hung, he had a peter just like a dog, he nearly drove me insane!"
"Me know. He man who tell me where you live."
"I don't know how he knew, but I guess the boys must have kept track of me after I left," I said, snuffing out my cigarette butt.
Ben's hand had already begun to feel my thighs and rub through my silky black valley hair.
"Ben, how did you get into this sexy photo business?" I asked.
"Long story. Tribe no longer make much to sell in city. Me get women like you, call Ken, tell him we ready for another movie."
"Did any of the other girls balk?"
"One! She old maid. She nice body, but no sex."
"Did you screw her?"
"No, me take out organ, she scream, run out of house, jump in car! Me no see again. She crazv!"
"Speaking of crazy ... that's what you an doing now! You're driving me crazy stirring up my juices!"
"You nice woman. You best for cave movie. You no mad at me for bringing up to reservation, eh?"
"Heavens no! Lower, Ben! Aaaahhhh ... right there!" I said, directing his playing finger. "Why should I be mad? Having sex is my job. Of course, I'm not trying to cure anybody, but what you are doing is a form of neurosis on your part. All sex is fun, no matter how you do it," I said, now starting to lift up to meet his thrusting finger.
"Come on, Ben honey ... screw me!" I cried. He had my still tingly slit so hot and juicy, I was about to come again.
He grunted, crawled in between my legs, and eased half of himself into me! Hell, I couldn't take any more than that! Automatically, my legs went up to wrap around his muscular body. His flesh was hot, even to my heated skin. I had had no dull moments since I had arrived, and from my way of thinking, there wouldn't be any. Ben had been right about his Indians, they sure as hell did know how to have fun with sex!
"Oh, Ben!" I cried. I could feel that hard rod of his jamming into my pulsing rosebud! I came twice before he even got up a good head of steam! This was one Indian that carried his totem pole with him! "Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben!" I panted, as his loins worked like steel springs, driving that iron hard rod, like a piston gone wild! That old bed creaked, bounced, and groaned, before he gave up his fiery load of seed! I vaguely remember him sliding from the bed and snapping off my bed lamp. I was so satisfied I fell into a restful sleep.
When I awoke, the sun was already up, Ben's secret door was closed, I yawned and stretched. I hated to get up, but that day I was supposed to study the script some more. I was so damned hungry I could have eaten a bear, fur and all! Everyone had eaten and gone, except me. My place was still set, and the table dishes were covered with a couple of dish towels. I ate until I was full, and drank two big glasses of orange juice.
Laughing Waters brought me in a steaming mug of coffee, just as I finished. She knew my habit of drinking it with a cigarette out on the porch. I had the script with me, plus a pad and pencil to take down a few notes that I wanted to send to Pete. If this movie worked out OK, maybe Pete and I could back Ken in a few more sexercise thrillers. From the looks of Ken's writing, he had previously read some of Vladimir Nabokov's books along with a book on zoophilia, better known as, bestiality. All the scenes called for fellatio and cunnilingus in large amounts. The more of the script I read, I was sure he had read up on Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana. Ken had scenes describing the purushayat, nezael kouss, plus many positions of Venus aversa.
Soixante-neuf, or the old favorite of mine that I just call sixty-nine, ran from men and women to women and women, plus I as Princess was supposed to take a trained pony. I could see where Four Lips was going to have to be my stand-in. My mouth was not that big, even if I wanted it! Sure I felt a pang of lust when I read it, or saw it, but doing it was something else, although the boys in Mexico claim that on my own I took on a Shetland pony, orally. I'll admit my mouth was sore, and I had the taste of love in it, but if I did it, I didn't know it. .vill also admit that when it comes to sex, I have tried everything that I figured I could do, except having a pony orally, or if you care to call it pomper "Le dard anime." That was one I would have to go at slowly, that is when I wasn't under sedation, or some hypnotic trance.
While I was reading, Minnie Ha Ha, Four Lips, Short Brave and Silver Sam came riding up. "Hi, Kitty, what do you think of the movie plot?" Minnie Ha Ha asked, while swinging down from her saddle.
From my position on the porch, I saw plenty of tanned legs and a little slash of pink panty. I wondered about that. She had told me that she never wore any underwear. "Not bad. It sure is sexy, isn't it?" I replied.
She sat up on the railing opposite me. I, as well as the rest, could now definitely see those pink pants. "Uhhuh! That's why we like it!" Minnie Ha Ha said.
"By the way, what ever prompted you to wear pants today?" I asked, smiling.
"Sam took some photos of me. He sells cheesecake shots to the boys and men in Placerville." She said, smiling.
"Really? Sam, you never asked me to pose. Why?" I asked, looking at the tall, rugged, half-breed.
"I was afraid you'd say no. But if you're game, we can all go back to my place and shoot some more," he replied, smiling.
"I'll have to change first. These short-shorts are no good for revealing pin-up shots," I said, standing.
"OK, we'll get some coffee while you change," Short Brave said.
Maybe I'd have some fun that day after all. The air was crisp and fresh after the rain of .the day before and I felt good. After reading about all of those lurid sex scenes, I was setting up for a wild time, my whole body tingled, maybe more would come of this get-together than just photos.
In my room, I slithered out of my shorts and decided on a pair of crotchless. lacv, black panties and no bra: I shrugged out of my sweater; the one that said: Just Call Me Irresistible, and pulled on a white, loose-sleeved nylon blouse. My nipples were plainly visible through it; a sight that I knew was good at hardening male cocks. I sat on the bed and pulled on a pair of heavy white bobbv sox. As I donned them. I watched my own exposed parts in the vanity mirror. I was enough of a voyeur to get a thrill out of my own luscious thighs and inverted pussy.
The tight crack, where my 'taint' as Pete calls it is, sent oodles of tingly shocks through me. Some day, I resolved, I would look up Iris Saul again, in Grandview, and we would go out on the town as two men; that transvestism bit intrigued me! If we didn't find any good women, we could always go home and have a ball, Iris had a double set.
Sometimes I've thought about that and wondered what Pete would say, if I went to London, or Copenhagen and was fixed up with a double set? After I returned from this jaunt, I'd ask him. Just like I'd ask him when we were going to Hawaii again. We went there once on a short vacation. I liked to visit the Blue Note, a grand place for the swap-set.
I selected a shiny black micro-skirt of pseudo-satin. Its feel over my skimpy covered buttocks, sent miniscule lightning pangs through me, that pounded avidly in the seat of my desire! Goddam, I was getting hot! Somewhere deep inside, I had a taste for, of all things, Southern Comfort! Hell, I was a scotch lover, yet I could just taste the peach flavor of that grand old drink of the South. I could see me getting a drink of anything here, except Silver Sam's homemade sex potion, or Ben's version of Kickapoo Joy Juice!
"You all ready to ride?" I asked, hip-wiggling out onto the porch into their view. I could feel the dual set of hot male eyes on me, and it gave me a thrill!
"Ready as ever, now that you're here, Doc," Sam said.
"Sam, honey, just call me Kitty. The Doc bit is professional. Right now, I'm on a paid vacation," I said, grinning.
"Kitty, it is!"
"By the way, Sam, is there, by any chance a bar, tavern, or some speak-easy we could invade up in these hills? You and I, I know, are old enough to buy, and I want a drink that's not home-made," I said, thrusting my boobs out his way as emphasis.
"Sure! Durango Jim's! We can all drink there. It's too damn wild, and too far from anybody to bother with the law."
"Sounds good! I'll buy, if you'll go."
"Baby girl, you're a loving tit after my own hard!"
"Sam, you speak English, like I do!" I said, laughing and letting him pet me as he helped me up into the saddle. Which he did with one broad hand on my rump, and a stray index finger fondling my split crotch.
He grinned. "Nice drawers! Just my kind!"
"Mine, too!" I said, smiling back. I hadn't forgotten that silver load he released into me.
We all headed out at a mild canter, with Sam and I leading. When we passed the turn-off to his shack, Minnie Ha Ha called out: "Hey, aren't we going to your place?"
"No, we're going to Durango Jim's first. Kitty's buyin', and I'm for it!"
"Hey! I'll go along with that!" Short Brave squealed.
"Yeah, me too! I ain't had a good beer for days!" Four Lips yelled.
"Me neither!" Minnie Ha Ha agreed.
I was happy; for once I could do something for these people besides spread my legs. I know they liked sex, but everyone, even me,-likes a little relaxation once in a while. Of course, I knew it would eventually lead to sex, but that was just fine. Sex was my job. Wasn't I a first rate psychiatric quack? Don't tell Pete, I said that, he takes his job personally. Yeah, especially if his patients have a bank account.
I was wondering how he was making out with Mrs. Lipschitz? So far, my vacation had been wonderful! Nothing like that trip down to Mazatlan. Lord! That was fun at first! This Durango Jim's, or what-have-you, looked like a real wild west tavern, or a Mexican cabaret! It was set right smack in the' middle of the trail. Rocks, huge boulders, scrub brush, pines, and excuse my English, piles of what Sam called hoss shit, covered the short area. Two crow-bit nags stood on three legs, their mangy tails swishing flies, they were tied to the short, well-worn, hitch and porch rail.
From inside, I could hear a tirade of English, Spanish, and Mukayuk ripping out to my tender ears. I say tender, 'cause I was still a virgin there. Thank god, I had small ear and nose holes! Hell, Pete had tried me out, before I went to work for him. Janet Parker had worked for him before, and when it came to sex, she was like a musician that thought he was one. She couldn't hold a candle to my actions. Needless to say, I was hired!
"Come on!" Sam said, reaching up to help me down and getting a nice ripe feel of snatch.
I grinned. "Let's go! But you'd better watch that!"
He only laughed. I could see that his main artery had not been soft for a minute, since I came along. He wasn't fooling me. I knew what he wanted, and eventually he knew he'd get it.
CHAPTER NINE
The inside of Durango Jim's was as dark as a night in hell! Silver Sam steered me to a vacant table, then asked what I wanted. I told him, though I didn't expect to get it and I was shocked when I did!
As my eyes adjusted, I saw two rough looking cowboys standing at the stoolless bar. Silver Sam sat on my left, a vacant chair on my right, then Minnie Ha Ha, Short Brave and Four Lips, in a circle around the table. Why Short Brave did not sit next to me, I did not know until later. They knew more about this tavern than I did, as I was to learn from the owner, and to my surprise, he was not a man as the outside advertisement led one to believe.
We were drinking our drinks and laughing at a smutty joke told my Silver Sam, when a gorgeous hunk of a red headed woman, dressed enticingly in western attire, strode through the slatted, swinging half doors. Her violently green eyes surveyed the room, then as though asked, swayed over to our table and slid onto the vacant chair next to me. "Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Rebecca Valdez, owner of this hole in the wall. I know these others, but not you." She said, her voice like pure syrup.
I felt the pressure of her left leg against my right. Our skin seemed to spark as one on contact! This was the first woman that had ever affected me so! "Really? Well, I'm Kitty Coffee, and known to these people as Doctor Sexanna. You see, sex is my business." I said, smiling.
"That's what I heard."
"You heard?"
"Yes, in these vacant hills word travels fast."
"But I've not heard of you."
"Perhaps not, but it is my business to look out for women that I feel would be nice to know."
"And you think I would be?" I said as our legs tingled and rubbed against each other.
"Honey, my leg contact tells me, yes!"
"I'll admit, you have a point there!" I replied, enjoying our mutual contact also. "I am a "bi" and I suppose you are a les?"
"No, I am a "bi" too, but I happen to love women more than men."
"Your voice is bringing me up from the bottom!" I breathed, venturing a hand to her firm, nyloned thigh.
"It should, I've had a life long practice." Rebecca said softly, and reaching over my arm with her right, felt my hot, firm, naked thigh. "Nice! It feels so kissable. Your friends will have to excuse us, I have to have you."
"Where?"
"My ranch. It is only a short ride to my car, then another to the ranch."
I looked up at Sam. "Would you mind my leaving with her. Sam?"
"No, I guess not," he said in a disappointed tone.
"Here, take this twenty, and buy yourselves some drinks. Rebecca and I have some visiting to do."
"Why not? I just hope you know what you are doing."
"I do, Sam! Hell, if anyone knows that, you should."
"OK. You're your own boss, but if you ain't back in two days, I'll be on the warpath."
I laughed. I figured he was just jealous, because she had not asked him. His male ego was hurt.
Rebecca led me though the maze of boulders and shrubs to a deserted ranch. "I own this shack. I use it as a spot to park my car. There is no road but that trail we were on to my tavern. That isn't my only place of business. I have ten bars in and around this area." She said, dismounting.
Her eyes followed every movement I made. "I still don't see how you knew about me." I said, my mind still in wonderment.
"When we get home, I'll show you," she answered.
We were soon rolling down a long, dusty lane that was a two-mile road in itself. Presently, we turned off the lane onto a black-top road. "This road will take us to the Valdez spread," and as she said that she literally spread her own legs, sending chills through me. "I'm probably the only redheaded Mexican you ever saw, or will ever see. How I got that way is a long uninteresting story, so we won't go into it. Push your dress all the way up so I can feel that beautiful inverted bush!" She commanded.
'Now I was wondering. How did she know my valley was inverted? Not everybody knew it; only my friends, and I had never seen or heard of her before. "Who told you I was inverted? Sam?" I said, raising up to pull my already short skirt above my buttocks and waist.
"Nope! My that's lovely! And aren't those crotchless pants cute?"
"So, who?" I insisted, scooting over to the middle of the seat, so she could feel me better. I was really surprised at how hot I was getting from her probing finger.
"My dear, I have a movie and several still shots of you."
"Me."
"Yes, you."
"Ben!"
"No, not Ben, and not Ken, and not anyone from up here."
"Ha! Now I know! Those photos I took in Mexico!"
"That's right. You see, Senor Mazatlan is my Great Uncle."
"Oh! How nice! I hope you haven't inherited any of his fiendish ways." I said, looking at her out of the corners of my eyes, while her deft fingers toyed me into a lustfulness that was quickly making me weak.
"Not I, darling! He is a fiend! I am a connoisseur of the fine female flesh of such as you have." She cooed. Her voice was as soothing as her fingers and she was gradually lulling me into a hypnotic trance. Her voice and hands were driving me crazy!
"By the way, honey," I cooed, "I thought your uncle was dead."
"No, darling, it takes a lot to do one of my kin in. He is doing just fine! Of course, your boyfriends did play a little rough."
"They had to!" I managed to get out, before I slipped further down into the seat.
Her fingers were now pulling on my clitoris, and I was spouting like a fountain! I must have passed into a swoon, for all I remember is the car stopping. I opened my eyes to find her head buried between my legs. I could feel her jabbing and licking tongue, as it darted in and out of my thoroughly wet valley.
"Mmmmm, honey, you taste sweeter than any one I've ever had! Come, let us go into the house, where we can strip and play on the bed," Rebecca said, almost lifting me up and out of the car. I don't know why I felt so weak, but I did. This hot wench was indeed a master of ecstasy! I don't believe anyone before her, man or woman, had ever made me feel quite like this!
I managed to regain some of my strength in the house and I looked around. It was done in a strictly Mexican motif, and sprawled out in all directions, or so it seemed. Rebecca skillfully guided me into her bedroom with one hand, while the other quickly undid my blouse and skirt. "That's it, love!" She cooed, as I tried to help her and together we soon bad me naked.
I lay back on the bed and watched her undress. It was like watching a slow action movie in technicolor. "Oh, Rebecca!" I gasped, on seeing her big, plump-nippled breasts! She was a big woman, but now I could really see how big. Her waist was small, and her hips flared out to smooth into a darling buttocks! Such thighs! Long and firm. Her lovely red-haired mons rounded upward like mine. I couldn't believe it! She was inverted, too! The firm, slightly pinkish lips made my mouth water to taste them!
"Ooooo, baby!" I breathed, reaching out my hands to her, my fingers quivering-I wanted her! I wanted her badly! I couldn't remember drinking anything since I'd been with her, so the idea, the urge, had to be mine, though I knew deep inside that no woman ever had driven me this mad with lust!
"Take it easy, love, I'll be with you in a moment." She cooed.
"Gimmie, gimmie!" I cried, staring at her luscious, inverted nest and wanting it as I'd never, ever wanted anything in my life.
"Yes, love. Just lay back, I'll crawl up to you." She whispered, sliding ont the bed and walking on her knees up to me and over my body.
My mind reeled! My eyes could look at nothing but that darling, pink slit! I kneaded her plush buttocks, pulling her down to me. My mouth tasted of her femaleness and I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, it was like coming out of a fog. I twisted my head and found that it was late afternoon. "Hey!" I blurted. My wrists and ankles were fastened to long chains. The chains were anchored at the four corners of the bed. My mouth tasted funny; a little like love honey and a little like whiskey, but another taste was there, too, a taste that I knew. A taste that I should never forget! A taste from only one place, a long-necked gourd. "The love potion of Senor Mazatlan! That was what had sapped my mind! Oh, God! Sam was right! I should never have come!" I said aloud.
"Ha! But you did, my sweet! My, but you have an educated tongue, and you are a very easy subject to hypnotize. You see, my darling uncle fixed you up forever. That is, to those who know the verbal key! I know it." Rebecca said, a sneer on her face.
"But you said, you were not like him!" I cried.
"Really? Do you believe every stranger you meet? You gullible little sexual pervert! This time you do not have your body guards! This time, I will make you a complete slave of Mazatlan!" she said, her hands caressing her own luscious body.
"Me perverted! Why you rotten debased whore! Nobody could be more deviated than you and your rotten spick uncle!" I spat, twisted and pulled on the chains that tied me down.
"Keep talking, you little fool! Tell me more! Yes, yes, tell me more!" Rebecca cried. One hand flew to caress her valley, the other to knead her big, jutting breasts. Her green eyes sparkled wildly!
My mind jumped to my aid; she was a severely neurotic sadomasochistic and perhaps her deviation could save me from the one mine had gotten me into! "I'll tell you more! I'd beat your sweet ass black and blue, if I were free! I'd make it pucker with pain!" I gritted.
"Yes ... oh, yes! Keep talking! Keep talking!" She begged, her hands now working. One was fingering her and with the other she began to pinch her breasts. "And then ... and then?"
"And then I'd bite you tits and bite your clitoris, and take a poker and screw you! I'd hit you with these chains, until you came in a pool of hot love honey!"
"Yes! Yes! Oh, God, do it! Do it!" She cried, leaping to unsnap my leg chains and then my hands! Her eyes were wide with loving, lustful fear!
I leapt from the bed and commanded her in a yell. "Bend over, bitch! Bend over and take your punishment, like the red-haired whore that you are!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!" She cried, and believe you me, I did!
Only I didn't hit her to make it feel good; I cracked her a good one over her head. She passed out in a second. Now, it was my turn to do some trussing up. I hoped that the hypnotizing bit she was spouting off to me about, was only a lot of wind. She was heavy as hell, but I finally had her in the chained-up position that I had been in. I picked up my clothes and went out into the hall. I didn't want to be around if what she had said was true.
I closed the bedroom door and went in search of a phone. I found it in the kitchen, along with a refrigerator full of Coors beer. I'm not a beer drinker, but at the time I needed something, and I was sure those sealed cans were OK. The cold beer tasted good. I picked up the phone and dialed Pete's area code, then his private number. I hoped and prayed that he was not out.
It rang and rang and just as I was about to hang up, he answered. "Hello, Pete's long lost home for wayward girls!" He sang out cheerily.
"Oh, Pete!" I blurted, the compassion of hearing his voice welling up in me.
"Hey. my papoose! Where ya at, Kitten?"
"It's too long a story to tell over the phone, but how about hauling up to Placerville as fast as you can, and getting me! I've had my fill of Indians!"
"Smatter, hon, you didn't hit a snag, did you?"
"Never mind! I'll tell you when I see you, if I ever do! Look, I'm stealing a Chevy station wagon, a black one. I'll be in Placerville as soon as I find my way there."
"Check! If you gotta steal a car, you're in Dutch! I'll fly up with Mike, in his helicopter. It won't take us long. If there's a field up there you be at it. OK?"
"OK! I gotta go!" I said, and hung up. I heard a muffled yell coming from the back of my house. My trussed-up sex pot was coming to!
I knew Pete was already on his way. That was one thing about my boss, he stood behind his hired help! I grabbed my clutch purse and ran out into the yard. The keys were still in the car. I started it up and turned around, running over some iris in the process, but this was no time to worry about flowers.
I heard another muffled yell, and wondered if maybe I should go back and release her. She might starve to death, I thought. I slowed up, but then I remembered that she was not just any woman; she was a grand niece of Senor Valdez Mazatlan! My foot tromped hard on the accelerator and I left the yard in a cloud of dust!
I prayed all the way to the highway that the gasoline would hold out. The first town I came to was Caldor. I filled up the tank and hoped the guy wouldn't know that I was not the owner, but evidently Rebecca did not buy her gas there. "How far is it to Placerville?" I asked.
"Oh, 'bout thirty miles." He drawled.
"Gee, that far? I guess it'll be dark by the time I get there, huh?" I said. I noticed that he was washing a hole in my windshield. Then I remembered that I had not taken the time to put on my crotchless panties. Oh, well, either way, he was bound to see my curly, black hair.
"Uh, what?" He asked.
"Never mind. Is there a spot on my windshield that bothers you, or is it this spot?" I asked, pulling up my micro skirt about two more inches.
He gulped and his mouth fell open. "Lorda mighty, lady! You shouldn't oughta do that!"
"Why?" I asked, grinning and not bothering to put my skirt back down.
"Cause, yer makin' it hard fer me!"
"Really? How hard? Hard enough to use?" I said, smiling sweetly.
"You damn Mexican Indians has done this to me all week! I ain't hardly got no pay comin' now, from givin' out so damn much stuff on trade!" He gasped, but did not stop looking.
"Oh, really? Well, why don't you lock up anc drive me up to Placerville?"
"Why? Hell, if my old woman caught me ... I'd ... I'd..."
"Oh, come on. I'll give ya some of this and maybe the car, too! Huh? Come on, I need a good man like you!" I cooed.
"By hang, I'll do it! I can't stand that puckery thing a winkin' at me no more!" he blurted, threw down his rag and opened my door.
I smiled and slid over. I looked back as we drove off, and saw a fat woman run out, waving her fist. His wife, no doubt! "What's your name, honey? Mine's Rebecca." I said, smiling. The car's registry card had Rebecca Valdez on it, and was right on the steering post.
"Mort! Just call me Mort. All them other purty gals does! Boy, my ole' woman's gonna skin my rear like 'nanner when I get back!" He said, shaking his head but not slowing down any.
"Don't worry about her, let me see that hard you were worrying about." I said, reaching over and unzipping his tight fly. His organ popped out and into my hand. It was as hard as a brick! He looked to be about forty, but that dong of his was not of any old age. 'Course forty's not old, I guess, but it is to me, I'm not thirty yet.
"Ummmm, baby, yer hand feels nice an cool!" Mort said.
"Yeah? Good, put your right hand on me, man ... we're out of town now." I said, pulling his hand down to my pulsing slit.
"Goddamn! That's hotter than a furnace!" Mort breathed, running a finger in me. I was glad he was driving, 'cause he took those dips and curves at a breakneck speed! At that furious pace, we would soon eat up those thirty miles. "Honey, I can't keep this up an not pet any! I know a side road up here a ways how 'bout us goin' down it and gettin' some?" He asked.
"It's OK by me. but then you won't want to take me on to Placerville!" I replied.
"Oh, yes. I will! Hell we only got 'bout fifteen more miles to do ... an 'sides, I can't go back now. Not 'till dark! I gotta sneak in!"
"OK, then, let's hurry! 'Cause I'm supposed to be out to Placerville airstrip in a few minutes!" I said.
"Oh, hell that's this side of town. We're most there now!" He said, and started braking down. The sun was just starting to set. Mort pulled into a small dirt trail and stopped. "Lay back there, mamma, I'm hot!" He blurted.
I leaned back against the door, threw one leg up along the seat back, the other up on the dash, and I was spread open and ready!
"Godamighty! Even in this half-light, I can see that purty thing!" He grunted, crawling over to me. His rod was no flagpole like Ben's, but it was hard and he did know how to use it! That's what counts. "Oh. baby! Oh, mamma!" He grunted, then gritted. "Goddamn, I'm so hot I can't wait!"
I smiled, his actions had not stirred me up. But I guess it could be the left over reaction of Rebecca's violent vile loving. Anyhow, I just wasn't set off.
"Sorry, kid, I couldn't wait!" He said, pulling free.
It was a typical act of many men, so therefore not new to me. "That's OK, hon. I was so hot I came before you were even in me!" I lied.
"Well, I swan! You are a hot one!" He said, putting himself away without even bothering to wipe off.
"Now, are you still going to drive me up to the field?" I asked, not knowing what to really expect.
"Yer dang tootin'! Said I would, didn't I?" Mort said, and backed out of the side road.
In a short while, we pulled into a barren, wind swept field. A lone,' dark hanger stood to one side. "You say you are to meet someone here?" Mort asked.
"Yes, leave the lights on. They'll be here soon. Mort, you've been so nice to me, that I'm going to give you this car. You drive it back with you." I said, smiling.
I heard the chopper motor and climbed out, to stand in the car's headlights. I yelled at Mort and waved, as I ran for the open door and Pete; dust was blowing everywhere!
CHAPTER TEN
I lay in my own bed and looked across the short space at Pete. He was snoring away. I guess I disappointed a lot of people when I came back, but I couldn't go through that movie bit. Four Lips would have made a better heroine than I. I lit a cigarette and relaxed. It sure felt good to be back in my own bed. Losing the clothes I did, didn't bother me. That was how I could get new ones all of the time. Hell, I'd lost a whole wardrobe in Mexico, well almost. Now maybe I could again settle down to just being a good ole' nurse for Pete, like I once was.
Either my thoughts or the cigarette smoke woke him up. He rolled over and looked at me in the early morning light, that was filtering through the Venetian blinds. "Mornin', Kitten! How's my Doctor Sexanna after her adventurous brush with the savages?" He asked, grinning.
"Please don't call me that! I'm just a nurse, and I'm gonna stay one!" I said.
"Oh, yeah? Listen, hot pants, I've already done up your papers. You can't go back to just being a nurse. I've got some patients who want to be treated by my female associate."
"What? Oh, no! Come on, Pete, quit playing with me! You're joking, aren't you?" I asked.
"Nope! I even fixed a gold seal on your diploma. Hell, that being a doctor idea of yours was a good thing. Even the government hires headshrinkers."
"Yes, but not our kind!"
"Why not? Hell, I know of a lot of space agencies that want doctors."
"Yes, but real ones! We're quacks!"
"Quacks! Honey, you hurt me deeply!"
"Yes, I know, right where you sit down!" I said, snuffing out my butt and lighting another. This kookie boss of mine had lost his marbles, and I said so.
"But, Kitten, you did real fine down state."
"Don't mention that bit."
"I don't mean that fake movie stuff, but your doctor's office. You left a lot of people needing your brand of doctoring."
"So, what do you want me to do, go back and start where I left off?"
"No, I want you to work this area around here with me."
"Be a counselor?"
"No, I'll do that. You be the real doctor, the real psychiatrist. I'll be the counselor. I'll find out what neurotic disturbances they have, and then recommend you. How's that sound?"
"Knowing you, it'll work."
"Sure, it'll work! You'll have an office in my building, and I'll send my patients to you."
"But how about your house calls?"
"What about them? I take care of mine, you take care of yours."
"Fine, but no more visiting Indian Reservations!" I said. He laughed. "Go on and laugh, you old meanie!"
"Sorry 'bout that, but it was your idea."
"I know, don't mention it!" I replied, realizing that I had tried to get too big for my pseudo-britches.
"Come on, let's get around and go eat our breakfast at Danny's Cafe." Pete said.
Danny's Cafe was not a bad place to eat, but he didn't serve a meal like Laughing Waters did. When we had finished eating, Pete drove us to the office. My lip red MG was parked in my slot. "It's good to see my own car again." I said.
"Yeah, how 'bout that? Say, guess what I found out? That we had a joint account."
"How? I mean, we do?"
"I guess so. You bought that MG with one of my checks." He said, grinning.
"Sorry 'bout that, but we were gonna get married you said." I smiled back at him.
"Say! That's right! That sort of slipped my mind!"
"Uhuh, I'll bet it did! Well, now you can have your own account, and so will I."
"Thanks! You had me worried there for a minute. I thought I was going to be had on a breach of contract or something."
"Not me! I don't want any college drop-out for my old man."
"You don't? You sure about that."
"Positive! Why?"
"Well, that means then that I can take Miss Scott up on her proposal."
"Who? Miss Scott?"
"Yes, don't you remember Geneva, my good old newspaper gal?"
"Humph! That floosie'd better not try to take you from me! I'll scratch her green eyes out!" I snapped, my ire coming up in a rush.
"But you just said, that you didn't want me." Pete said, acting serious.
"I did not! I didn't even mention your name!"
"No ... I guess you didn't. Well, you don't have to worry, I told her we were married and lived in Hawaii."
"You did? Did she believe you?"
"Yes, she said she was taking the first plane out."
"Good! Wait, what am I saying? I want to visit there again some day."
"Oh, don't worry, she'll be gone by then. You know how fickle she is." He said, and opened his cabinet door. "Care for a shot?"
"Hell no, we just ate!"
"That's OK, I want to cement our partnership."
"Hell, you already did that, with that joiner you have." I said, grinning.
"Yes, and it's high time I was doing it again! Get up on the desk, doctor, you need a shot of Doctor Sex's root compound!" He said, laughing.
It didn't take me long to comply. I knew what his root felt like, and so far, for me, it was the best. "Yessir!" I said, sliding up on my old desk's edge, lifting my short dress as I did so. My panty-less pussy was purring, ready and willing!
"Hey! Hey!" Pete cried, sliding his hard tool of his ardent trade, into me.
"Oh, God, lover! I love that sweet thing! I've had a jillion dicks, but that one always is the one that pleases!" I cried, leaning back and enjoying every stroke. I worked my muscles and milked him to a quick release.
"Aahhhggguhhh!" He gritted, throwing his wild, hot seed into me. "Ah, Kitty love! No wonder those guys called you Doctor Sexanna, it's a cinch, you are!" He blurted, in praise, and coming from him, my Doctor Sex, it was indeed a compliment! He let it soak in me and came forward to plant his nice-shaped lips over mine. "Ummm, you know, Kitty love, that I wouldn't ever love another." He murmured in my ear.
"You'd better not, you sexy worm!" I whispered back. Of course, he knew I was joking on the worm bit. When it came to love, I knew I'd never love anyone else but him. He had his faults, but who doesn't. I had a lot of them, too. They say no one but God is perfect, and from what I've seen, heard, and read, I'm not too sure he is!
"OK, Doctor, who's first on our list this morning?" I asked, all business like as soon as he pulled free of me. I didn't come but one minor load, but I was sure the remainder of the day would take the rest.
"A Mrs. Delia Road. She's a blonde divorcee that says she's got a problem." Pete said, looking at his wrist watch. "She'll be in in ten minutes. You go in your new office, and I'll come out of mine when the door bell rings. Tomorrow, I'm hiring a new nurse."
"Male or female?" I asked.
"Both!"-
"Both? Are you kidding."
"Nope, remember Iris Saul?"
"I sure do! Did you hire her."
"Yep! She's to work for both of us." Pete said, smiling.
"Oh, Pete, you dear! You know I like her."
"So do I! Plus she can help us both out, if either of us are away."
"What a brain! Steeped in come!" I said, and half way believed it to be the truth.
"Iris was the first one to come to my defense at that county trial." Pete said.
"I don't doubt it, she's a real dear." I replied. I was anxious to see her again. "Why didn't you have her come up today?" I asked.
"I didn't call her, until I had that call from you. You see, I told her as soon as you were ready to come back I'd call, 'cause we'd both need her."
"And you did this while I was gone?"
"Yep."
"Thanks, Pete. You know how much I appreciate your help."
"Hell, nothing's too much for my Doctor Sexanna!" He said, smiling. At least we felt a mutual feeling for each other, whether we ever were to be married or not!
I went into my new office and looked it over. It was his old office done over. His office now, had been the supply room. A see through mirror, like Ben had, was on one wall, and looked into Pete's office. It was covered by drape. I found two more; one in the joining toilet, and one in the dressing room. My man still had two good heads!
Mrs. Road came in and Pete ushered her into his office. I pulled the drape back and watched. A small intercom let me listen, too. He went through his preliminaries, and finally got to the juicy part. "So, your problem, you say, is sexual? How is that, Mrs. Road?"
"Uh, Doctor, could you call me Delia."
"OK, and you call me Peter."
"Oh, my!"
"What's the matter?" Pete asked.
"Well ... you see ... that's my problem! I find it extremely hard ... uh, that it is difficult, uh, for me to get away from the sex words that my late husband made me use!" She said, her hand absently toying with her dress hem.
From where I sat, I could see directly at her front. Her legs looked a little plump.
"Late husband? I thought you said you were a divorcee. Did he also die?" Pete asked.
"Oh, no! Uh, well, I think of him that way. You see, he was a hard ... uh ... I mean, well, uh, Peter ... oh, my!"
"You know, I think what you need, is to have a talk with Doctor Sexanna, my practicing psychiatrist. She's a very capable person." Pete said, in his most practiced form of seriousness.
"Oh, is your helper a woman, Doctor?"
"Yes, come on, let's call on her." Pete said, taking her by an elbow and heading out into the hall.
I drew the drape back and waited.
"Doctor Sexanna, this is Mrs. Road. She'll fill you in on her problems. They're more in your line, I believe." He said, smiling professionally.
I seated her in my patient's chair; that now put her facing his two-way mirror. "Alright, Delia dear, just relax. Spread your legs ... you are much too stiff." I said, and watched her gradually spread them.
I glanced in the mirror and could see up and under her dress to her hose line. "That's better ... in fact, would you feel better, if we both took our dresses off?" I said.
"Oh, but, Doctor!"
"But Doctor what? You know, I can tell by your actions, that you like being either totally naked, or only half dressed." I replied.
"Really? Oh my, you sure do know your onions!" She blurted, not knowing that I had heard her tell Pete in his interview, that she and her husband had once been nudists.
Delia, if you would rather I come to your house, I can. You see, I make house calls once a month to my best patients." I said, smiling.
"Oh, could you?"
"Of course, then perhaps you would be more at ease. We could both relax, and you could tell me everything. OK?"
"Oh, yes! Can you make it tomorrow?" She asked, her eyes lighting up like a blue neon.
"Tomorrow it is!" I said, jotting down her name and the date to call. I walked her to the door, but-not before collecting my fifty dollars office fee, which I assured her also covered her few minutes with the counselor.
She had no sooner left, than a Mrs. Cleo Stravy came in and sat down in Pete's patient chair. This gal was young and more along my lines. Her red-haired coiffure was done up in an elegant whirl atop her head. She wore a tight, green mini-sheath, that slid up beautifully on her firm thighs. I could see the white flesh above her dark hose. It came tightly together before reaching her panty. "Doctor, my problem is probably age old, but I won't beat around the bush. My husband, Don, is a voyeur."
"So? And do you think I can help you?" Pete asked, looking into his mirror and smiling.
"Well, I was told by a friend, that you sometimes helped people out on sex matters."
"Some! It all depends on what it is you want me to do?" He said, tenting his fingers.
"Well, I want you to seduce me in front of Don! If you would, I'd pay you." She blurted.
"Oh, well, since he is a voyeur, are you a voyeur, too?" Pete asked, leaning her way and patting her right thigh. Her legs spread as if he'd thrown a hidden switch.
"I ... I ... I don't know. Don would never do it to a girl in front of me."
"Supposing tomorrow, I call on you, and I bring my associate, Doctor Sexanna? Dan can take her, while I'm taking you, and then we'll know? OK?"
"Oh, could you?"
"Surely! I do all I can for my best patients!" He said, with a big smile and a squeeze of her leg.
She beamed, reached into her purse and pulled out a check book. When she leaned over the desk to fill it out, she spread her legs and I saw plenty! Her pale green panties were tight, so tight, that a few red hairs stuck out. Her vulva, though covered, looked to be inverted as mine was. The sight of it gave me a thrill. I felt my valley throb.
Pete came into my office after she had gone, and gave me a big hug and a fast feel! "Everything's going smooth! Give these gals one day of our house calls, and we'll be back in the old chips!"
"Yes, if you don't run into any more old buddies, such as Trent." I said, rubbing my inverted mons up against his hard fly.
"Don't worry, we had a good thing going in grand old Grandview, before I went big time. All I want now is a few good old house calls."
"Yeah, like say, twelve a week for each of us, at a minimum?" I replied.
"Man, baby! That'd be twelve hundred, plus side deals!"
"Uhhuh, I know!"
"If you don't stop rubbing that wild thing up against me, ... I'll. . . "
"You'll do what?" I asked, grinning. "Bite it!"
"Gowan! Put your mouth where your mind is! You're chicken!" I blurted, pushing him back with one hand and pulling my dress up with the other.
"Wolf! Roulf! Rowlf!" Pete yelped, and dropped to a squatting position.
"Oh, baby! Oh, Doctor! Oh, oh, oh!" I wailed, feeling the sudden jabbing of his tongue inside of me!
"Oh! Excuse me!" A soft and sensuous girl's voice said, in apology. How long she had stood behind Pete, we didn't know, but long enough for her to pull her dress up and start to finger herself. "I'm sorry I interrupted, but if I didn't, I'd soon come on the floor!" She sighed.
She was a tall, and very beautiful, Negro girl. Pete knew that he had gotten my first climax almost at his first tongue jab, so he just pivoted around and buried his still seeking tongue into her open, hot, wet, pulsing slit!
"Oh, Doc! Oh, lordy! Oh, Martin!" She cried.
Pete's hands gripped her chocolate-skinned buttocks and pulled her in tightly, as she gushed in shaking spasms of pure delight!
I helped her to my patient's chair, then smilingly asked. "Now that we've had our sexercise, my name is Doctor Sexanna. He is Doctor Stanton, who are you?"
"Miss Edith Joseph. My neighbor is your janitor. He told me to come and see you about my problem ... and now, I can see why! Woe, such nice treatment!"
"You mean, Leon Wells is your neighbor?" I asked.
"Yes. He told me, that if I wanted some good advice on any sex, I should see you folks.
"I wonder? ... Of course, we are sex doctors, but I have never actually talked to Leon. Maybe I should!" I said, smiling.
"Yes ma'am! You should!" Edith said, a smile as big as a pumpkin on her beautiful features.
"Well, you know, Edith, that our fees here at the office start at fifty dollars, and for house calls, at a hundred?" I said, staring down again at her smooth, muscular, dark brown thighs. They stirred me greatly!
"No, I didn't, but I can pay OK. You see, my father is the owner of the Forest Hill Funeral Home in Metcalf."
With her mention of Metcalf, I needed to ask no more. That was one rich man's town that was strictly for the rich, with a body like the one I was positive was under her tight sheath, her father must have been the famous prize fighter, Louis Joseph! "Fine! So, what is your problem? I can't imagine anyone as hot sexually as you, having any sex problems." I said, still staring at those legs. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away!
"Well, ... it isn't really a problem. You see, I talked to Big Beef and Sonny, and ... well, what I'm doing is throwing a wild mixed party, next weekend at my girlfriend's home. I need two more wild whites, that I could trust, and ... well, you were recommended." She said, smiling.
Pete and I both laughed. "Honey, you're on!" I said.
"That's a fact! I love those mixed up, jazzy parties! That last one we went to was a blast!" Pete replied.
"Fine! Here's the address. It's up in Pacific Grove. Big, sprawling, beach house. Split level. This name is on the gate. Thanks for a swell introduction! Next week end, we'll make it a threesome!" Edith said, laughing and kissing both Pete and I on the cheek.
I squeezed her buttocks, as did Pete. The party, I knew, would be on my mind all week!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was still excited the next day about our up and coming party, which in all reality, was to be an orgy. When my door opened and a sweet voice from behind me said. "Hi, Kitty! It sure is good to see you again!"
I whirled around and stood up all in one movement. "Iris! Iris Saul! Oh, you're a sweet sight for my sore old sexy eyes!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around her in a typical womanly hug. I felt a sudden growing lump against me, and knew at once what it was! "Oh, Iris honey! Am I doing that to you?"
"You better believe!"
"Golly, I didn't think you'd remember our affair this well!" I said, smiling, but venturing a hand down and then up and under her dress.
"Carefully, honey! It's been a long time since I've had a woman's hand on me, other than my own, I may pop off!" she said, her face vivid with the expected feeling of my hand.
I ran my hand under her panties and then under the jock strap. "Oh, Iris! I believe it's bigger!" I gasped.
"Well, don't dilly dally! Take it out and let's see that God's gift to women!" Pete said, walking in. "Hi, Iris, baby! You sure do look good!"
"You do too, Pete!" Iris said, leaning back onto the edge of my desk and pulling her dress up, while I pushed her panties and tight jock strap down.
"God, what a beautiful whang! I'll never cease loving this wonderful tool!" I breathed.
"Hell, don't let her kid you, Iris, she tells all the men that!" Pete said, chuckling and pulling my dress up and over my naked buttocks.
Being a work day, and a Tuesday, I had only worn my uniform, half bra, garter belt, and hose. In my business one seldom wears any panties, especially while at work. It doesn't pay. Takes too much time to take 'em off.
As my hot mouth closed over Iris' hard, second organ, Pete's ran up into my'open slit!
"Umph!" I grunted, as Pete was at once felt on my rosebud! This was our first screw since I had come back from the Mukayuk Indian Reservation! I saw where the three days away from that big-studded Ben, had helped to tighten up my pussy. Pete sure did feel good! He may not be hung like a horse, but he was all man, that was for damned sure!
I loved this big rod of Iris' so damned bad, that if the law allowed, I'd sure as hell marry her! No foolin', her whang had it long over any mans! It always tasted sweet, and when she screwed, it was with the gentle touch of a woman, not the wild, driving, lurid, 'come-hell-or-high-water' thrust of a man steeped in liquor and wanting to show off his male prowess. Yes, this hermaphrodite was high on my books and always would be. If I was sure that Pete would not balk, I'd fly to Copenhagen and become one by a specialist's scalpel. Iris, the lucky thing, was born that way!
"Oh, honey! Oh, Kitty baby, I'm commmmm-minnnngggg!" Iris cried, between her gritted teeth, and come she did! like a double barreled stallion! I didn't even have time to taste her sweet love honey! It was gone down my throat in a flash!
"Aahhhhgggguhhh!" Pete gasped, and as quick Iris filled me from within! I moaned, because both of their violent loads triggered me into releasing mine! "Man! That was what I was needing!" I gasped.
"Me too! I was getting pokey these days!" Iris said, smiling and sliding her still half hard organ away, behind the confines of her tight jock strap.
"I needed it, too! The last piece I had was ole lady Crump. Jeeze, she's a dried up old box, but she pays well," Pete said.
Iris and I laughed. "Iris, you'll run the office for Pete and I. I guess he has told you that you are now our nurse," I said.
"Yes, he did, and I'm tickled pink! I need the job, plus now I can have some sex fun, too," she said.
"More than you'll want, no doubt," Pete said.
"I hardly believe that. You know I love sex, and a barrel of it!" Iris replied.
"Hey, That reminds me. Iris, we are invited to a sex party next Saturday. Would you like to go?" I asked.
"Sure!" she replied, her eyes smiling.
"Hey, you'd better call Edith and ask her first, it's her party," Pete said.
"Why? Edith only wants couples, and Iris is a couple!" I said. We all laughed. "Well, I hate to leave you all, but I have a morning house call to make," I said.
"You run on. Iris and I'll get along just fine. I'll show her what has to be done around here," Pete said, grinning.
"Oh, I know you will! By the way, you two want to meet me at the Sea Gull at say, about eleven or so?" I asked.
"Sure, then after lunch we can run out and see Mrs. Stravy," Pete replied.
"Oh, yes, our double appointment," I said, touching up my lipstick. When I walked out, Pete and Iris were looking into the file cabinet, and his left hand was up and under her short dress, petting her nicely rounded buttocks. My Doctor Sex was a ceaseless sex fiend, but I loved him anyhow. I wouldn't want him any other way.
I found the address of Mrs. Delia Road without too much difficulty, though I still did not know all of the fair city of Carmel. It was a nice pink stucco house, nestled at the foot of a high hill and surrounded by tall pines. I parked beside her Caddy in the large carport.
"Good morning, Doctor! I've been looking forward to your visit ever since I left your office," Delia said, as she opened the carport door for me.
"Hi, Delia! I can see that you did as I said, and are relaxing," I said, smiling.
She had on a loose and fairly thin blue house robe. Her nipple bumps were showing through nicely. Her blonde hair was fluffy and still showed signs of having been in for a permanent, not too many days past, but I was fairly sure its color came from a bottle. Delia was just a trifle too old for real blonde hair.
"Yes, I did. Up until just before you came, I was naked!" she said, smiling.
"Good. Let's both go naked!" I said, unzipping my white uniform.
"Oh, good! I love it when another woman is naked, too!" she breathed, undoing her house robe and letting it fall free down the middle.
I found myself staring into a soft looking, brown-haired love nest. It answered my question about her being a bottled blonde. Her eyes went wide, at seeing my pantyless, inverted nest. I smiled. "Do you like it?" I asked, walking up to her naked portion and embracing her, so that my inverted lips rubbed her normal ones.
"Oh, yes! My, wasn't your father lucky, having a nice girl like you!" she cooed.
"If he was, it was the first time he was ever lucky! My father was the type who could fall into a barrel of tits and come up sucking his thumb!" I said mirthlessly.
"Oh, my! Really? Your poor mother!" Delia said, in the deepest of sympathy.
I could see that what this old jane needed was a lot of sex, and my diagnosis of a good fee to her doctor. I could also see that she was gullible as hell! I kept rubbing my hot curly twat over hers, while my hands slid her robe off. She did have a big jet of jugs, but a little on the droopy side. But what the hell, we all gotta get old sometime, I reasoned. "Does this feel good?" I asked sweetly.
"Oh, yes! My, you know, my friend Penny comes over once in awhile and we usually diddle each other, but it never feels this good! You have a pretty body!"
"Thank you ... come on, let's go up on your bed and lay. Then we can play with each other," I suggested.
"I'd rather go out on my roof porch. It's nice up there in the heat of the shaded sun," Delia replied.
"OK, honey, you lead the way," I said, pulling back and following her jiggling buttocks up the short stairs.
Her sun deck was partially shaded by a fiberglass roof. Two plush, beach pads lay under its shade. She toed them together and then stretched out.
"OK, Delia honey, now that we know each other better, what is the real problem that you are afraid of?" I asked.
"Well..."
"I know it isn't nakedness, or as you have said, your ex-husband's bad words." I interrupted her to say.
"No. No, it isn't! I'll tell you what it is if you'll let me do it, and you'll promise to come back and let me do it again! Will you?" She asked, her voice anxious, her eyes fixed on my valley.
"Well ... I don't know what it is, yet ... and you know, I have to charge a hundred for my house calls." I said, acting like I wasn't sure.
"Oh, I'll pay! I ... I. ... ummmph!" She gasped, practically diving between my kneeling legs. "Umph, slurp ... umph, ummmmmmm ... oh my, this is soooo gooood!" She breathed into my vulva lips, that her eager hands now held open. Her hot, hard tongue worked in and out, up and down, and sideways, while her lips pulled and pulled on my erect clitoris.
"Oh, Delia love!" I gasped. "I can't take too much of that, I'll be commmmmmmming! Oh, God, you'll make me hot as hell!" My whole curly, black-haired valley was throbbing like a tom-tom drum going wild! "Oh, Delia! Oh, Delia! Oh, Dellllllllahhhh!" I cried, as my pulsing dam burst!
Delia darling, drank it all! An expensive elixir, at a hundred dollars for about a cup full, and the fast pleasure of extracting it! What some people won't do for kicks! I collected my fee and promised her I'd return in the next week, then left.
Pete was right. I did enjoy being a doctor better than just a nurse. I could make my own money, plus get my kicks in, too!
I took my time driving to the Sea Gull Inn. It was still a few minutes 'till eleven. The air was salty and fresh. I was glad Pete had not wanted to work in the big cities, where the smog hung like a curtain and gave people a dirty gray pallor.
Pete's Wildcat was not in the parking lot, but I pulled in anyway. Inside, I found a corner booth near the beach side windows, and ordered a Honolulu Cooler to sip on until they arrived. I didn't have my drink long, until I heard Iris' tinkling laughter. Pete had evidently told her a dirty joke.
"Lo, Doc!" Pete said, in greeting. Iris slid in beside of me, and Pete across from both of us.
"Hi, Kitty, did you have a good morning?" Iris asked.
"Fine. Collected my fee and added a patient to my list." I replied. Knowing, of course, that I only had two actual patients so far, and one of those was also Pete's.
"Good! Pete showed me your respective files, and I already have two new patients for you to call on tomorrow."
"Oh, who?"
"A Mr. Rodney Upp, and a Mrs. Connie Baum. I gave them both a time. He in the A.M., she in the P.M. Was that all right?" Iris asked.
"Alright? Iris love, you are a gem!" I said.
"Naturally she's good! My nurses are always the best!" Pete said, grinning.
"Our nurse Doctor!" I corrected him.
We ate our seafood meal of fried oysters, shrimp, scallops, and smoked halibut, with tossed salad, caraway seeded buns, and side dishes of honey coated almonds. "Pete and I are real nuts when it comes to our sex foods." I said to Iris.
"Well, in your business I can see why." She replied.
"Your business too, now." Pete added. "Yes! Aren't I lucky!"
"I hope so." I replied, squeezing her leg.
Pete and I left her with my car and instructions as to what to do back at the office, then took his car and headed for Willow Point and the home of Mrs. Cleo Stravy, the redhead who had a voyeur husband and wanted to see if she was one too.
At the address she had given us, set a beautiful home. Short Royal Palms graced the drive while pines, cottonwood and cedar dotted the sweeping yard. These people had the money for their qualms, that was for sure! Pete parked behind a Caddy in the drive. A Lincoln was in the carport.
Mrs. Stravy was all smiles at greeting us, and she led us directly into her California room. It was a dream! Partially out-doors, a small pool in the middle, and a billiard table along one side. A tall date palm, its head up beyond the roof line, rustled from a faint breeze. Beach pads, tables, and a rolling bar stood about. A man lay on a pad, sunning. His big organ made a conspicuous lump, right in the middle of the tiniest of gold briefs.
"Doctors, this is my husband Don. I donned my robe when I heard your buzz. I wasn't sure who it was." She said, smiling. Deftly, she slipped out of the short, terry cloth, beach robe.
My eyes widened, along with Pete's! What a body! Cleo had on a gold mini-bikini, that was definitely not designed for her to wear! God, her big, pointed boobs stuck out straight, and with no visible support! The gold band, that was supposed to be a halter, only covered the very tips of her big, cherry red nipples. Her body, though big, had a smaller waist than mine, and I am small there! The bottom of her bikini was only a tiny gold triangle, that in front covered just the slit; in the back, the cloth was lost between those luscious, jutting spheres of pinkish-white flesh. She looked so delicious, I could have eaten her up!
"Man, what a beautiful body you have, Cleo!" Pete said, not only because it was true, but to stir up Don's sexual emotions.
"Thank you!" She said, smiling and striding to the portable, ornate bar. "What'll ya have?" She asked.
"Make mine scotch on the rocks." Pete said, sitting on the edge of a beach chair.
"I'll take a screwdriver," I said, and found a similar chair to sit in, only I leaned back. I knew that Don could see all the way up to my exposed V.
He smiled at me, and I smiled back. "This is nice." I said, raising one leg up to rest my foot on the end. My short, white, uniform skirt slid to my upraised thigh joint. Now he could see my nylon top, garter strap, under thigh, and a wisp of jet-black hair.
His smile broadened. "We like it, too." He said, getting to his feet and sitting beside me on the lounge. "You have nice legs, Doctor." He said, still smiling.
"Thank you! you know this spot is so nice, I feel like going naked." I whispered, to make it seem more confidential.
"Do it! I will!" Don said, and to prove it, stood up, pushed his briefs down and off.
"Oh, Don! What a gorgeous tool!" I blurted. It was too! I hoped it would feel as good as it looked.
"Thanks, come on, start shedding!" He replied.
I looked at Pete. He had Cleo on his lap and was undoing her skimpy outfit. Don looked at them too, and I saw his organ jerk in the lustful desire that their antics was creating in him. With his help, I pulled off my dress and half-bra. "That's enough! I love to make love to a woman that has on her garter belt and hose!" He breathed, while his hands roamed sensually over my body.
I smiled and glanced at Pete. He was naked. Cleo was stretched out on the chair he had been in. His hands were fondling her big breasts, while his tongue traced a pattern of lust up and down her thighs. Don, his organ rock-hard, crawled in between my legs. "Ahhhhhh!" I sighed, feeling the penetration with ardent love.
"Oh, God! Take me! Take me!" Cleo cried out.
Don and I both looked her way. Pete, like Don was between her legs. He lifted them up and over his shoulders. "Oh, baby!" Pete grunted.
"Goddamn! They're making me hot!" Don gritted, his buttocks ramming up and down.
"Oh, Doctor! They're driving me hot, hot, hot!" Cleo whined, watching her husband taking me.
"Aaahhhhhh!" I cried, as I came.
"Uuuuhhhgguh!" Don gritted, filling me.
"Uh, uh, uh, ooooooh!" Cleo wailed.
"Ughguuh!" Pete cried, and filled her tight cavern of lustful lust!
This had been a very profitable afternoon; we had two checks, and two good pieces, plus two regular patients!
CHAPTER TWELVE
For the next four days, business was back to normal for both of us. Pete had his regular customers ... whoops! Patients, I meant.
Saturday, I did not have any patients set up for our usual a.m. hours, so Iris and I chatted, while Pete was out laying the old rod for a fee. Pete was the only male whore I ever knew, but he was a good one.
"So far this week, you and Pete have added twenty-two hundred dollars to the old sock," Iris said.
"Good, we were getting low. That trip I took over east, shot some of it," I replied.
"When will I get my pay check? Pete didn't say."
"Today, if you want it. How much did he say I he'd pay you?" I asked.
"He didn't. We were so wrapped up in him being able to find me, plus our reminiscing of the old days, that I guess we didn't think of the money bit."
"Well, how does two hundred sound? OK?" I asked.
"Swell! Plus my fringe benefits! Hell, I could work for you and Pete forever. You people are perfect bosses."
"Thanks, honey, maybe in a year or so, we'll make you a doctor, too. It takes time. In fact, next week I have a man I want you to see. You'll go with me in the a.m. when I call on him. Oh, and did Pete tell you, that if someone comes in and we are both out, to try and help them yourself? You see, that was one reason we hired you. You can take the place of either a man or a woman."
"No, he didn't say anything, but I'll sure as hell do my best to satisfy."
"Good! Sometimes, in fact most of the time, in this job, it's a job of ad-libbing." I said, leaning back in my chair. Both she and I, when around each other, or even Pete, sat with our dresses up as far as they would go.
Iris nodded attentively, but I could see that her eyes were on my legs, and from where she sat, I knew she could see some of my valley hair. I could see part of her light pink panty crotch, and a stray black hair or two. Iris had to fear something to cover up her jock strap; that since we had met her, had been a must! We taught her to love women as well as men. So now, whenever she sees a nice pair of boobs, or legs, or a jouncy can, her soft peter jerks up to a hard; and without the jock strap to hide the fact, the poor girl would be a mess, especially out in public.
"You see something you like?" I asked, grinning.
"You're damned right! I haven't had you but once, since I got up here," she replied.
"I know. So let's go back into my office, where we won't be walked in on, and get a quickie." I suggested.
"Let's!" She readily agreed, her eyes sparkling.
I had my dress up and over my naked buttocks, a good four feet from my door, in my expected anticipation. I could feel her eyes on them immediately! She closed the door behind her, while I climbed upon my desk and spread my upbended legs.
"Oh, baby!" She blurted hotly, her pants and jock strap already down to mid-thigh. In a moment she was between my hot legs and sliding that luscious, long tool into my hot tool-box!
Just as though she were a boy, I wrapped my nyloned legs around her bare buttocks and raised to meet her, stroke for stroke. "Ummmm." She murmured, through her hot lips that were covering mine. Our wet tongues entwined as our hips ground. God, what a feeling! This woman was actually the best lover I had ever had! Every time she screwed me, I adored her all the more! "Oh, darling! My darling Iris!" I cooed.
"Yes, love ... yes?" She whispered back.
I could feel my peak come up fast. I began to twist and hump faster, as did she! "Oh, Iris, I love you! I love you!" I blurted, while our eyes locked, the passionate heat radiating from both of us in waves. "Ah, ah, ah! Oh, God!" I gasped, feeling my torrent erupting over her precious, joyous organ of undying love!
"Oh, lover! Oh, sweet, sweet Kitty darling ... I love you, too!" She breathed passionately, and again our feverish lips locked.
I gently sucked her tongue, as she rotated her buttocks slowly. Around and around her organ moved, stirring up our combined juices. All at once, for no reason known to me, Iris halted and pulled back, and out. "Need my juices ... we have that big orgy tonight, you know." She said, but her excuse was feeble.
I knew right then, that where and at some time either a woman's love had hurt her, or a man's. Someday, I vowed, I would find out. I had to know. Sure, I loved Pete, but Pete was only a man. Iris was a woman, with a built-in woman's tenderness, plus a man's pleasing organ. I said nothing to her unspoken refusal for another orgasmic session at that particular time. "Yes, I guess we had." I said instead.
I knew that saving come for me, was like a city water works worrying about a slow leak somewhere. I always seemed to have gallons. Pete had always wanted me to get an x-ray, to see if I might have a dual set of ovaries.
"Hey! Where is you all?" Peter called, from the reception room and Iris' office.
"Coming!" I called back, smiling at Iris. She was wiping off, and I had a Kleenex at work, too.
"No doubt!" Pete answered, sticking his head into my office from around the door. "Ha! Caught'cha play'n on company time! Naughty, naughty!" He said, grinning and wagging a finger. In his other hand, he held a brown paper sack.
"What'cha got?" I asked.
"Nosey!" He popped, but set the sack on my desk.
"What is it?" I asked again, smiling. "Welllll, it aint' rubbers ... an it ain't pills ... an it ain't..."
"I don't give a damn what it ain't! What I want to know, is what it is!" I popped back, feinting disgust.
"Woman! No sense of humor! OK! It's three Rob Roys! I found a package store here, that'll fix you any mixed drinks ... no ... I'm only foolin'! They're in half frozen cans. Get our glasses out, and get some ice from that cube maker in the heater room." He grinned merrily.
I shook my head. That Pete! My Pete! I guess I couldn't beat him; he was a gem, through and through! I got the glasses and the ice. That ice machine, I remembered, had been in our sanitarium in Grandview. It had been a donation from Mrs. Von Hefflin, the old German gal that had loved Pete's 'dobble tings'!
When I had the glasses ready, Pete popped the cans open and poured. Iris and I were thrilled over these new canned mixed drinks. "OK! Here's a toast!" Pete said, after handing us our glasses. "Here's to mother, with all her sex. Here's to father, whom it used to vex! Here's to sister, whom the boys enjoyed! Here's to brother, whom the girls employed! And here's to my girls, who never fail ... to give me all their unused tail!" He drank, but Iris and I had to stop laughing first! That Pete!
"You must have made a killing today." I said.
"I did. Old lady Higgins and Miss Bertha Mitty were visiting each other. I not only got a check for a hundred a piece, but a bonus from the old gal for eating her gray-haired antique gem box!"
"You didn't?" Iris said astonished.
"I sure did! She was so damned tickled, she gave me a two hundred buck bonus! I promised to do it again some day ... poor old gal. Her husband's been dead for over ten years."
"Pete, you are amazing!" I said. He was.
"You gals ready for a big night tonight? I have a feeling that these fun loving darkies will throw a big wing-ding!" He said, smiling.
"I am, yes!" Iris said.
"If it's anything like Big Beef had, it should be good." I replied.
"Big Beef? Hell, don't you know who Miss Blanche Byon is? She's the gal's house Edith told us to go to." Pete asked, somewhat in irritation, I thought.
"No, who?" I answered.
"Who is right! Miss Byon is first on the Tan's Who's Who! She owns the sex magazine, called Kitotoeusi Skrubu!"
"That what?" Iris asked in awe.
"-likewise?" I replied, as much in the dark as Iris.
"Kitotoeusi Skrubu! It's Swahili. It means Ba-byblack Screw. You see, this Byon brown bomber is a native of Africa ... and a real hot, hot, hot, black mamma! They tell me ... my confidential sources that is, that liF Miss Blanche is a world renowned voodoist and the undying lover of any ... any mind you, sex activities. This is one party I wouldn't miss for the world!" Pete replied. He downed his glass and pulled out three more cans. Rob Roys are not made to pour over ice, but when Pete is the bartender, you are liable to get anything!
"Sounds good! Did you also find out who our Miss Edith Joseph was?" I asked.
"Naturally! She's Looie's one and only daughter. She's got a fortune in cash, and a hundred grand lining on that tan outer, pink interiored cunt!"
"Pete! You mock my modesty!" Iris exclaimed, looking shocked.
"Sorry 'bout that, nursie ole girl ... forgot you got one, that's puny!"
"Puny my ass! Just for that, I'll not let you sniff it no more!"
"Tish! Tish! Such Englich! You must have been a colletch drop-out, like me," he said, smiling.
"Hump! I'll have you know I attended the PSS number five and..."
"Wait! You forgot the 'i.' "
"I? What I?"
"Forget it ... you're as bad as the last nurse I had ... no humor!" He said, grinning.
"Ignore him, Iris! He's a devil in pseudo-cotton!"
"What?" She asked, in genuine seriousness, looking from Pete to me.
I knew almost immediately, that I could never love anyone that stupid. "Like Pete said," I said, "forget it."
Pete looked at me and grinned. My Doctor Sex was not stupid. He knew how I had felt about our mutual nurse, Iris. How he knew, I do not know, but I knew he knew. Maybe that was why he would always be Doctor Sex and me only Doctor Sexanna
... maybe I'm being too severe on myself, I don't know. It would not do for me to ever see a real head-shrinker ... he'd dissolve me from my sugar cube being into a drop of diet glucose!
"Hey, Kitten, I got a call yesterday from Ben. I forgot to tell you, I guess." Pete said.
"What'd he want?" I asked.
"He said, Short Brave, his son, and Silver Sam rode over to this wild ass Mexican's hacienda, when you failed to return, and found her almost dead."
"Dead! Ohmygosh! I hope she didn't die!"
"Why? Hell, she would have enslaved you!"
"I know, but she was still a human. I guess, I'm just that way. I'm sorry."
"No sweat! She was still alive. They, according to Ben, beat holy hell out of her, when they couldn't find you."
"Didn't she have her car back yet?" I asked.
"No, but a day later, this service station guy brought it back on orders from his wife. Ben said, he called to see if you were here or not, and that he and Ken are going to hold the filming of the movie upon your decision."
"Those big, horse-hung bastards can make that one movie without me!" I said, wondering how I had ever gotten in this business of photos in the first place! Then I remembered ... it was my sexual and monetary greed! "Well, in a way, I'd like to make it, but in another way, I think I'd rather just be Doctor Sexanna, and tend to my sex-starved patients." I said.
"Suit yourself. Me and Iris can always ad-lib until you get back." Pete said, smiling.
I could see the handwriting on the wall. I only smiled, but I knew that it wouldn't be too long until Pete would be gently squeezing me out, in all things. There can only be one Doctor Sex, and-likewise only one Doctor Sexanna! So be it! Soon, I said to myself, I would leave and make my own way. I wasn't stupid; I was the one and only Doctor Sexanna!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Pete in his car, with Iris beside of him, pulled up in front of the imagine, wrought-iron gate. The bold letters of 'BYON' stood out, even in my trailing headlights. I drove up in my own car, because I might either want to leave early or stay late, depending on how the mood struck me. Four or five cars were parked in a large, heart-shaped, parking area. I noticed a wall seemed to run around the huge estate.
When we climbed out, I could hear the roaring surf. Yard lights, as big as ball park lights, lit up the whole place. I wondered why there did not seem to be any lights shining out from the house, but on closer inspection, I saw there wasn't any windows; at least, not on our side. On the long porch roof, hanging at intervals, were long, teak wood, grotesque heads. If I had not been one quarter looped, I'd have shuddered.
"Some of my best patients, seem to have lost their heads out here!" Pete said, laughing.
Iris grimaced. I grinned, Peter was feeling fine! On the double, ornately carved, front doors, a standing, ebonv, nude girl, door knocker was affixed. It delighted Pete, naturally. Iris stood on his left, I on his right. A tall, and I mean tall, Negro' butler answered the door. His face could have been carved of pure ebony, for all the expression it held. He ushered us in and spoke our names aloud. No one but he and we were in the small anti-room, yet a charming voice from out of nowhere, answered him. "Fine! Show them in, Tango!"
Pete leaned my way and whispered. "That's Swahili for cucumber. This guy must be hung!"
"How do you know so much? I thought you were a auack?" I said, in a low voice.
"Hump! That shows how much you know!" He piped back.
He was right, I did need more study. Serious study. Maybe some day I could find a man that would want to teach me something besides sex, but I had my doubts!
After passing down a long hall, we walked into a room that I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming! I quickly looked back and found the doorway resembled a black curtained cave's mouth. Coming through it, we had walked into a different world! How big the room, or series of rooms were, I could not guess. It was like being in a portion of Africa! Even the ceiling was black as night, and here and there minute stars twinkled. Palms, palmettos, ferns, banana trees, and a jumble of greenery I did not know, was everywhere. At least ten people were already there.
Edith ran over to us. She had on a piece of red and white striped dress, that I knew was only a few yards of cloth, draped to slightly cover. It stopped at just below her crotch. I saw Pete gulp, and no wonder, Iris and I, in our mini-skirted dresses, were way over-dressed!
"Edith! Why didn't you tell us to wear less?" I asked.
She laughed. "Darling, come with me, we'll get you both into an occasion wear."
Iris and I followed her, while Pete headed for a native dressed black, carrying a tray of drinks. Edith led us through a jungle of plants and into another cave-like doorway. Beyond it, was the ladies' room, dressing room, and an actual lounge!
A white girl and a Negro girl were talking on a couch. Edith introduced us both, after I told her that Iris was our nurse and secretary. One girl was Olive Parr, the other Opal Green. They were both nice, but you should have seen their eyes, when Iris explained the jock strap and showed them her dual set of loving organs!
Edith was all for trying it out right then and there, but Blanche came in. When she saw Iris' half-hard organ, she just about came out of her colorful feather outfit! What a shape she had! She was as black as unsweetened chocolate, but stacked! God! like nobody ... and I mean no body, I had ever seen before! She was almost seven feet tall!
"Uh, Blanche, someone told me that you were of the Swahili, but you are as tall as a Zulu," I said, smiling.
"My dahling, I am part of both. I am so thrilled to have two, well-known, sex doctors here, and now this lovely, lovely Iris! My, I've never seen any one woman that's so lovely!"
"Thank you!" Iris said, smiling, still standing in only her bra, with the other girls looking on.
I will admit, I was a little jealous. "Uh, you said, well-known! I thought Pete and I had a business that was hush hush?" I said, smiling.
"Lovey," she purred, looking down at me. "In my circles, we know everyone that is worth knowing! Particularly people in the deeply sexual world."
"Meaning that Pete and I, you think, are deeply, sexually inclined?" I said, smiling and stepping out of my dress, that I was already half out of.
"My dahling..." She started to say, then paused to bend my way and kiss each of my stiff nipples which shone out above my uplift supporter bra. It's not really a bra, but it comes under that heading.
"Ummmmmmm, Blanche, honey!" I breathed, and almost at once, and as if by magic, wanted to ravish her lovely, stacked, black body! Perhaps she was a witch! All at once, I loved witches! I laid it all onto her voodoo art.
"Uhhh ... as I was saying ... such lovely tits! I can hardly keep my mouth off of them ... uh, yes, knowing you ... I don't worry about your helpmate ... he is only a man! I can make any man do anything! It's you, I told Edith I wanted to meet."
"Me?" I asked, in awe.
"Yes ... I have had many reports, that you are a sex fiend! Your very name, pseudo of course, is a wonderful title ... Doctor Sexanna! It thrills me to my core! I, dear Doctor, am going to teach you many, many things about the world of sex, but for the period of the teaching, you must live with me. Now," she held up her hand, "you may choose the time, but the place will be right here in my home."
"Golly, Blanche, I don't know what to say, I'm thrilled to pieces!" I exclaimed. And believe me, I was! This was the very thing I had just been thinking of, but instead of a man, I would be tutored by a woman, and let me say, what a woman! "Blanche, I've never been so happy! What you have to teach me, I'll be only to glad to learn!" I heard myself saying.
"Fine! Would you move in tomorrow?" She said, and her jet-black eyes burned into mine.
"Yessss ... oh, yes! I'd love to! I'd even do it tonight if I could!" I again heard myself say. I say heard myself, because it was not me, but my other self that was agreeing!
This Negress could talk to both sides of anyone ... I believe! She was a genius! A sexual, voodoo witch! At once, my other self loved her! I felt every sexual part of me cry out for her touch, for her kiss, for her wanton mind! My whole me, knew that this woman, when she was through teaching me, would give me the true title of Doctor Sexanna! Then and only then, would I really know all about sex! What a fortunate thing for me that I had met Edith!
"Edith, I love you! If it had not been for you, I would not have met Blanche." I said, staring and smiling at the beautiful, chocolate brown girl.
"My love," Blanche cooed, "I, with my mind, instructed Edith. Edith is one of my own. She follows my will. Someday, you will be able to direct people with your will." She said, and again dipped her head to kiss my nipples, the ones she had been fondling.
"Oh, Blanche! Oh, honey!" I gasped.
Her lips were on my breasts, but her hands, one was in my pants, something I very seldom wore, fondling the hot crack between my buttocks, and the other was rubbing my pulsing, inverted pussy! My pants were being stretched both ways! But I could care less, I loved her hands! No hands, or lips had I ever felt before, were like hers! I could have died, so wonderful were the sensations! Utterly out of this world!
I began to swoon, in my hands I caught her stooping shoulders and looked around. We were alone, and then her lips were on mine! Waves of intense heat swept through me, overwhelmed me! I thrilled from every pore! I felt like I was soaring! I, for a moment, was an angel! An angel of pure sex! My mind reeled ... Darling, you belong to me ... you will be mine for everlasting ... for all the worlds in this universe, you are only mine ... you are Sexanna ... you are a Doctor of unutterable, unmentionable sex, in its most lavish forms!" came thundering through my brain! I could feel and 'hear' her mind in mine, but I could not respond. I loved it! I adored it! I became a living zombi! No one, unless it was Edith, or someone unbeknowing to me, knew or could know, how I felt at the time. It was sexually weird!
"You are mine, are you not? You will do my every command, will you not? For I am your Mistress ... I am your Master in all things of sexual nature ... kiss my Holy Rectum ... the Devil's lips ... the lips of pure ungoverned sex!" Blanche intoned.
I slipped from her embrace to my knees, and stared at the gigantic buttocks that looked also at me. She was bending away from me, ad her long-fingered, silver-nailed, big hands were spreading those beautiful, jet-black cheeks! In their middle, I saw the only spot of color, a pinkish pucker.
"Ummmmmmm!" I murmured, and believe it or not, I was actually enjoying it! It was the sweetest, most lovable anus I had ever put my lips to! Deep inside, I was so utterly relaxed, that had my darling mistress said: "Take me, suck my organs out and choke to death," I would gladly have done so, so deeply ingrained in my mind was her initial command; for to me at that precise moment, there was no other person, god, or devil, on this earth, but Blanche!
When I had finished, I stood up. Even though I could see, hear, and think, I was still willed to her. Blanche was a past master of her field ... the field of sexual witchcraft! I moaned in adoration. "Oh, Blanche ... please, can I stay with you?" I begged, and this time it was my whole being that spoke. I was finally sold, through and through!
"My darling ... you and you alone shall be my predecessor. Kitty, when you leave my home, which is to me and to the others here in California, and I should say the whole West, our sanctuary for us ... by us, I mean, we of the cult! Wait! Not always black ... but many, many whites ... you see, we ... and I do not distinguish color ... it ... my belief is those who care! You see ... sexual people exist the world over! Color and creed mean nothing! Here, and here is known as: Fahamudz Sexzz. Which, my love, means: Understanding Sex."
"Yes, darling! Yes!" I breathed, just awaiting her order to move in.
"Yes, sweet, you may move in ... I can read your mind."
I was thrilled. I had forgotten Pete, Iris, and our mutual work ... all I could think of was Blanche! I had noticed that her put-on voice, when I had first met her, was gone. Now it was just we ... one! Blanche and I ... one! One in thought ... one in all that one can do!
"Come, my sweet, our friends are awaiting us," she said.
"But, darling, I am almost naked?" I said, in a questioning voice.
"I know ... and before we leave this room, we both shall be completely naked!" She said, her voice containing love and finality!
We strode . .. no! undulated out into the jungle room, our arms wrapped around each other. Her silvery smooth flesh, rubbing against mine. It thrilled me! Drove me a'most insane! I could hardly stand it! I saw all of the dressed people, not totally dressed, because Edith had been given instructions by Blanche previous, so I looked out over a room full of people ... black and white ... and listened to my Master Mistress, as she told them all. "My Kambi, I give you your new priestess ... Doctor Sexanna ... my protege!" She said, bowing. Her big, black, beautiful boobies swung.
I sucked in my breath; they were so wonderful, I could have eaten her alive! She, my Mistress Master, knew this. She only smiled. I looked from her to the vast, jungle-like room about me. I was enthralled. People of both races, were all about, and all smiling at me! And why not? I was naked! Stark naked! I had not one stitch of clothing on!
I saw Pete; he was wrapped around Edith. For a moment I was worried, but Edith looked at me, grinned and winked, and at once I heard her voice in my head: "Honey, don't worry, no man can equal you!" I felt. I smiled, my world was complete, or so I thought at the time. These witches would put a new twist into my knowledge of treating sexual neuroses.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I began to sway as the rest were swaying. Eerie music began to wail from out of nowhere. Eerie, African voodoo music ... I could feel my bones jump! All of them, and then my rectum began to twitch and pulse! God, let me tell you, it was maddening! Simply maddening!
At first, and slowly, I began to sway also, then I saw where the whole group ... congregation, was also enthralled by the soul rendering, maddening beat! Blanche, I believe, could readily drive the whole world crazy! Her music was such, that it tore your soul right out of your body!
I looked at the people in front of me, down, off from the dais we were sitting on. Those poor, sexually starved souls were tearing their clothes off of their bodies! I watched, as did Blanche, in sexual awe. Actually, I do not believe it was awe, to Blanche. To her, it was purely interest; to me, it was exciting, sexual awe. She did not know how long I had worked with Pete, as only a nurse. This had been my second try at going it alone. I knew what I knew about sex. but it was not enough for the world. No ... not hardly! I grinned, 'cause I knew that under Blanche, someday I, sexually, would rule the sex world!
The damnable, weird, sex music kept its peculiar beat. My body was no longer mine! I knew this, but I could not stop the feeling it was building in my body. No one, here or now, or I believed then, even in my future, could ever experience such a feeling.
Blanche was slowly rubbing my naked back. Her hands dropped gradually in back of me, while the hand in front also strayed. It toyed with each lip of my vulva! My clitoris was as hard as a nail, but no lips, or any hands touched it! My whole lower torso writhed. My body, without my consent, begged for some sexual caress ... especially hers!
"God," I begged to myself, "please." I, so much, wanted her hot mouth on me!
Blanche did as T wanted, and all at once I felt those luscious, fat lips on me ... the whole room could have dissolved, for all I cared.
"Oooh, darling! Oooh, Blanche baby ... my love. ... my dearest! Ooooh, love!" I wailed.
Her lips, like her hot, luscious body were on me; sucking, licking, driving me insane! Oh, God! No one'll ever believe me ... no one'll ever understand ... unless they should ever meet her, face to organ!
I could feel my ovaries open and close, when she brought me to my peak..."Oh, lord! Oh, God! Oh, Satan, deliver me!" I screamed. And so help me God, someone did! I came like a geyser! Old faithful had nothing on me! I came a two ton load! God, what a tongue! God, what lips!
"Oh, my darling Mistress Master, please!! ! Put your velvet lips on me again! Please ... Please ... Oh, God, Blanche, I adore you!" I wailed ... and I'm telling you, I meant every word of it!
She smiled and did just that, but on my wanton lips! Her lips were on fire! No one had ever kissed me this potent!
"Oh, honey ... oh, Satan ... oh, Lucifer!" I begged, and I expected her to tell me she loved it, too!
But she didn't; she only smiled, while my whole being was being torn asunder, by her wanton, lustful love!
Iris, I saw, had introduced her double set into the crowd. She was screwing a woman from behind, while a man was taking her.
Pete was screwing Edith now. Everywhere I looked, people were locked in some sexual embrace.
Lavena and Evelyn were playing sixty-nine. Isobella was being laid by Nat. Olive and Jeff were wrapped up together, while Wash and Shirley were on their hands and knees preparing to do it dog-fashion. Ty was lying down, so Shirley could kiss his hard shaft at the same time Wash was screwing her.
"Come, Princess of Sex, kiss my whole body!" Blanche ordered, and wantonly, I obeyed!
Her black body was so smooth; her skin like satin. Her thighs were big and muscular, and her valley looked like a jet-black bush! Her breasts were cone-shaped and thrust upward proudly; her tips, like purple plums. My hand sought one, while the other I lovingly sucked. With my other hand, I caressed her lovely mons.
Moaning and groaning, she began to twist; her hands finding my body. I rubbed my boobs across hers and crawled over her hot body. Our lips met wildly! She wrapped her long legs around me and our valleys grated against one another. I could feel our hot, wet, vulva lips uniting. It sent pangs of wild lust through me!
"Honey, call your girlfriend, Iris, up here. Let me feel her unusual shaft!" Blanche said, her voice in a harsh whisper.
"Iris! Iris! Iris, come here!" I called, while still rubbing my vagina over hers. My clitoris was stiff, and I knew I would soon come. "Oh, honey!" I gritted, pushing my hot box into hers. Grinding and grinding, until I felt my dam of love burst!
I crawled from her twisting, hot body, and Iris, her stiff organ ready, took my place. The two of them were soon lost in a world of scented sex!
I crawled off the dais and into the crowd of revelers. I had not gone but a few feet, when I felt a pair of hands on my lips and a hard, hot rod poked into my quivering pussy!
"Ha, baby!" He grunted.
I looked back and saw that my seducer was Jeff Brown, a tall, handsome Negro. His black body was rife with muscles, as he seemed to be screwing in time to that weird music! I lay my head on my arms and felt him. Every jab sent a surge of new born lust through me. God, but he had a big organ! But it still was not as big as that college kid had had! It took two days for my hole to come back to shape, after I'd had his huge organ! Even Silver Sam did not have one that big. I had had so many big tools poked into me, that a normal-sized man left me wanting.
"Oh, Doc baby! You're good!" Jeff grunted, just before he came.
He pulled out, and before I could move, Ty Coon, a big six footer, slid his long, pink tallywhacker into me. By the time he finished, the come was oozing out of me and running down my legs.
Shirley, I saw, was being screwed from both ends, and on the other side of her, Opal was sitting on Nat. while Wash had her rectum and Pete her mouth.
Edith. I saw, was playing sixty-nine with Evelyn Roof. The party was really going fine! Iris was now on her back, and Blanche was licking her still, stiff organ.
I lay on my back to relax, but was quickly filled by Leon Wells. "Leon, I didn't know you were here!" I said.
"You are one white woman that I have always wanted to screw!" He said, smiling.
"Why, Leon, you could have done it anytime at the office."
"I saw up under your dress a lot of times, and I wanted you bad!" He said.
His lips sought mine, as I wrapped my long legs around his lean body tightly. Man, could he ever screw! I had come so much, I was just putting out a dribble.
After Leon left his big load in me, I managed to get to my feet. I worked around the body-littered floor, until I found a table piled full of food and drink. I realized, for the first time, that I was hungry. I took a paper plate and loaded it with baked ham, roast beef, potato salad, green pea salad, apple salad, baked beans, and baked creamed corn. If I got it all down, it would be a wonder!
I went through another cave-like doorway and found myself in a regular living room. The couch was of brown leather finish and felt cool to my hot, naked butt. I had eaten almost all of my plate of food, before I realized that someone was staring at me. I looked up. "Tango!" I blurted.
"You are not supposed to be in here." He said, his ebony features never changing.
"Sorry 'bout that! But if I had stayed in there, I would only get screwed again. I wanted to eat and not have some man feeling me at the same time." I said.
He smiled.
"Hey! You can smile! I thought for awhile, that you weren't human." I said, and looked at his tight fly. It was growing!
"Are you the priestess, the madam said would be living here for awhile?"
"Yes, that's me. You see, I'm a doctor of sexual neurosis." I said, and lifted one leg up. I was through eating. My plate was empty.
"Here, I'll take that. Do you want a drink?"
"Sure, anything." I said, smiling. I figured he'd want some of me, too.
He left, and in a moment returned, a tall glass of some pink frothy liquid in his big, black hand.
"Come with me, we go where we will not be bothered." He said.
"Ohkay," I drawled. I saw his big fly bulge and knew that this boy had a big one!
Instead of putting his arm around my waist, he put his hand on one round buttock cheek and guided me. His hand felt hot, even to my inflamed skin! We crossed rooms and went down a hall. He unlocked a door. "This is my room." He said.
Inside, a diffused light lit the oddly furnished room. A leopard skin, crossed by two, long, sharp-pointed shears, hung on a wall. Shrunken heads, their lips sewn together, lined the under edge of his massive dresser. "You know what those are?" he asked, pointing at a row of long, black, dried things.
"No ... I guess not." I answered.
"They my enemies' organs. I cut them off and save. Mama Blanche give me their power! For every one there, I have grown an inch!" Tango said, grinning.
I counted them. "Fifteen!" I said.
"Yes, plus the six I already had. Now I have twenty-one!"
"Golly! Do you suppose Blanche could help me grow a male organ?"
"Why not? Mama Blanche can do anything!" He said, and slowly removed his clothing.
I watched in fascination. "What a superb body!" I whispered.
"Thank you! Very fitting that this beautiful body should make love to your beautiful body! You have white body, like Mama's black."
"No, not quite. Blanche has it all over me!"
"Maybe ... do not forget, Mama Blanche casts spells!"
"Do they really work?"
"Always!" He said, with finality.
"But why should she cast a spell on me?"
"Mama Blanche no young thing."
"Oh, go on! She can't be over thirty!"
He laughed. "She twice that and then some!"
"Oh, Tango! How? Her body is so young! She has so much vitality! She's so active!"
"You think Mama Blanche learn all she know and still be young?"
"I guess I never thought too much about it." I said, and reached out to fondle that long, hard organ! It was so long, he could put it in his own mouth, just like Ben did! "Tango, you'll have to be careful when you put that in me. I can't take it all." I said, bending to run my tongue around the ball-like head.
He only smiled. It tasted good, and I was so hot! "Come, we get on the bed," he said, smiling.
I crawled up and lay back, spreading my legs. "Ah, you look good!" he said, spreading my vulva lips and inserting his big-headed organ. Slowly, he pushed it in. "Ah, it feels good, too!" He grunted.
Deeper and deeper, he went, until I could feel him prodding my throbbing rosebud! "Ooooo ooooh!" I moaned, it was wonderful! I was so full of lovely, lovely peter! I raised up to meet each of his long strokes.
He gathered my buttocks up in his big hands, and worked his legs like steel springs! All at once, I started to come, and every time he would jab my rosebud, I'd squirt a stream of hot come. He felt it and began to grin. "When I come, I am going into the gates of paradise!" he said, and his legs worked faster and harder. My rosebud was opening and closing now of its own free will. "Ahaaaaaahhhh eeee!" He cried, gritted his teeth and rammed hard! His hot stream, big head, and a good four inches tore through my rosebud and into my womb! I fainted.
When I came to, I was still naked, but laying in a shallow floor level tub. Warm, scented water was all about me. I opened my eyes and looked up. Blanche was sitting on a short foot stool. "Today, you can go home." She said.
"Home? I thought you wanted me to stay here?" I asked.
"I did, but Iris is far more receptive than you. Besides, Tango has had you, your hole will never be the same. I do not think it would have worked anyway. Iris has no man. You have this Peter Stanton."
"Where is Pete?"
"He has gone home. I sent him. Oh, he did not want to go, but he did."
"Did Iris go with him?"
"No, Edith did. Iris is in my bed waiting on me."
"Great! Pete's gonna like that! She was our nurse."
"She has asked to stay. I have consented. When you are bathed, your clothes are here. Tango will let you out," she said.
I watched her leave. She did look old. Tango was right, she had made me think she was young. Poor
Iris! I was never so relieved as when I was driving away from that horror of horrors! I thanked my lucky stars for having taken Iris with us. As I drove along, I thought of Pete and wondered what he thought of me? Maybe he hadn't asked me to marry him because of my actions? I" decided right then and there, that it was time for me to settle down and be a doctor and cut out all this foolishness! Well ... almost all of it!
