The lights along the curving bay glittered like a jeweled necklace around the white sand, while the sea, dark and mysterious, broke into frothy waves along its edges.
Peggy Thorpe stood on a balcony overlooking the beautiful bay. She couldn't help feeling alone tonight. Her lover had fought with her and now she knew she had to go out on her own.
Stepping away from the balcony she went to the dresser and looked into the mirror admiringly at her shimmering brown hair, which fell about her shoulders. She was proud of her luminous brown eyes, her sensuous lips, her white teeth and her attractive body. Her lithe, long legs always brought plenty of attention to her. Yet it hadn't given her much happiness.
Glancing in the mirror one more time she finally slipped out of her clothes and stood naked now, gently massaging her own lush breasts.
Peggy's hand wandered down her body, finally reaching her moistening vagina. She had become so intensely excited rubbing her own fingers over her clit that she was suddenly conscious of her juices as she teasingly rubbed up and down.
At this point Peggy parted her legs and suddenly thrusting her pelvis forward, increased the tempo of her finger stabs. She could imagine her lover licking her down there. She could almost hear him making loud suck sounds. Peggy's face had become a contorted mask of lusty passion as she plunged her fingers deep into her fiery cunt.
A telephone call interrupted her, bringing her instantly back to the reality of the moment she was living through. Hastening to the phone she picked it up, hoping it would be her lover.
"Is this Peggy Thorpe?" an abrupt voice asked anxiously.
"Yes, it is," she said nervously.
"Miss Thorpe," the voice informed her seriously, "we have something we want to talk to you about ... Could we see you?"
"At this hour?" Peggy asked anxiously. "Why not tomorrow?"
There was silence for a moment and then a low voice told her, "This can't wait until tomorrow."
"All right," Peggy assured the caller, "I guess I could meet you in the lobby."
"When?"
"In half an hour," she informed him.
Hanging up the phone, Peggy was perplexed. Who could it be? Why were they calling her?
It didn't take her long to shower. As the pin-pricks of water eased down her body she began thinking about Ken. He had meant so much to her when they started on their trip to Acapulco. Now that he had gone, no matter how beautiful it was outside along the curving beach with its twinkling lights, its high mountains darkly silhouetted against the skyline, she was lonely.
When she finished showering she hastily dressed and went downstairs to the hotel lobby. Going over to the front desk she asked if anyone had called for her. Standing nearby a police officer looked at her.
"Are you Miss Thorpe?" he asked her.
"Yes," she nodded.
The man motioned for her to join him as he walked across the marble lobby floor to a sofa where they could talk quietly together.
Judging from the look on his face Peggy realized it must be something awful.
"What is it?" she asked anxiously.
At the sight of the wide-shouldered man who was seated beside her, her irritation became more intense. For the expression on his face betrayed his concern over what he had to tell her.
"I'm afraid your friend, Ken Williams, has taken his life. We're not sure, but someone said they saw him walking out on the beach. They saw him walking into the water and then he disappeared. It was dark and they tried to find him ... but it was too late."
It all came back to Peggy now. Ken had threatened to take his life if they ever parted. But she never really thought he meant it. Love was a funny thing, she thought to herself. Maybe she represented something to Ken that she couldn't understand completely. But he had taken his life, she knew.
"Oh, that's awful," she told the police officer.
"We found his clothes on the beach," he explained, "and there was a note there for you, addressed to this hotel. That's how we located you, Miss Thorpe."
Hesitantly Peggy took the small piece of paper from the officer and read it tensely.
"My love," the note began, "forgive me for fighting with you. I love you so much. Maybe I'm better out of your way, out of your life. Ken."
Tears streaked her eyes as she looked up at the officer and thanked him.
"I'm going back to the States," she told him. "I will notify Ken's parents and make the arrangements."
Once she had said that she couldn't hold back any longer. She bent over and sobbed as if her heart would break.
"It's none of my business," the officer told her, "but maybe you should call a doctor. He might be able to help you. To give you something so that you could sleep tonight."
"No, I'll be all right," she said huskily.
Getting to her feet Peggy went back to the desk.
"If anyone calls, I'm not in," she exclaimed nervously to the desk clerk.
When she had returned to her hotel room she phoned Ken's parents and told them what had happened. The following morning she flew back to Chicago. After the funeral Peggy Thorpe made up her mind she was going to find out what it was like to live like Ken. He had been a pool hustler. Ken had always told her that he enjoyed that life more than anything else. He made a lot of money sometimes. When she followed him on a couple of his tours she began catching on what the game was all about. Ken had taught her quite a bit, too. Maybe she could carry on like he did.
One morning, she packed and put her luggage in her car, then came back to speak with her parents.
"I've got to get away," she explained quietly. "I'm driving to St. Louis tonight. If I'm lucky, I'll make it. If I don't, I'll stop at a motel."
Peggy's mother looked at her in amazement.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
Peggy's eyes seemed to mirror the torment of her soul. Her mother understood as she saw the troubled look surface. She knew she had to get away. Her father affectionately wrapped his arm around her, kissing her on the cheek.
"I hope you find what you're seeking, dear," he told her, "but I don't want you taking chances. Be careful!"
When he looked into Peggy's intense brown eyes, her father felt certain that she would somehow forget the tragedy in time. But he knew it wouldn't be easy.
Peggy looked back at her lovely home. It was modern, furnished in pastel colors with white rugs and dark wood floors. Picture windows ran the width of three walls of the Hving room, providing a panoramic view of Lake Michigan and the harbor. Peggy knew she would miss her beautiful home and Chicago. As she glanced toward the skyline of the windy city where her roots were, she felt tormented and almost decided to stay. Her childhood, her youth were disappearing as she was assuming the responsibilities of womanhood on her own now.
Getting into her small sports car she looked over her shoulder and waved goodbye to her parents.
"Write to us," her mother insisted.
Peggy assured her parents she would as she gunned the engine and drove down the highway. As she proceeded down the outer drive and looked over to Lake Michigan on the right, she was remembering the many times that she had gone swimming in the cool lake. The small yachts bobbing up and down in the choppy waters of the harbor as she turned on Lakeshore Drive to head for the highway that would take her to St. Louis, made her recall the happy experiences that she had known along Michigan Boulevard. She'd always enjoyed going to the Field Museum, the Shedd Aquarium, and remembered the penthouse restaurant at the top of the Prudential Towers where she and Ken used to dine on Saturday nights. She remembered how much money Ken had made as a clever pool hustler in Chicago. She had stayed on the sidelines to observe him as he had figured out ways to take the men to the cleaners. He had his own slick system and she knew what it was. It was crooked as hell but cool.
Ken would pretend he was loaded and then begin shooting wild and lose a few. When the men began thinking that he was going to be a big loser, he would turn the game around and start showing his expertise at the game. At that point he would win big.
Peggy and Ken had enjoyed playing pool together in his condo on Lakeshore Drive. She had picked up plenty about playing pool and practicing some of the tricks of Ken would somehow bring his memory back to life.
As she got on the highway for St. Louis about an hour later, she erased thoughts, of the past and began planning her future. It would take a lot of strategy to figure out a way to make money Ken's smooth way. For Ken had the bartender go along with his little game. The bartender would serve him watered down drinks and Ken would put on an Oscar drunk performance. By pretending he was stoned and shooting wild, he would get the men who were drinking at the bar to put up their big bets. After that he would win and clean them all out. She laughed to herself as she thought about it.
When she spotted a hitchhiker she thought it might not hurt to give him a lift. Yet she wondered if she was doing the right thing. A blond-haired, muscular, young man was standing there with a seductive grin on his face that appealed to her. She needed someone to talk to and finally pulled over to the side of the road.
"Where are you going?" she called out to him.
"Heading for St. Louis," the blond, muscular young man told her.
"So am I," Peggy told him. "That is, if I ever get going."
"I won't hold you back," the young man informed her. "I'm getting in right now!"
He got in the car with her and they headed down the highway together.
"Aren't you afraid to pick someone up?" he asked in alarm.
"Should I be?" Peggy smiled.
Nodding he told her she should.
"Sometimes a pretty girl like you can get in a lot of trouble picking up strangers," he told her.
Peggy listened, but it didn't make much impression now. Once again her mind was reverting to Ken. Secretly at this moment she wished the blond man beside her would suggest they get together for sex. That would get her mind off Ken. She wanted to lose herself in an erotic moment of sexual ecstasy.
"If you want me to drive part of the way," the blond man suggested, "you just tell me when."
"I may take you up on that offer," Peggy said as she headed down the highway, happy that she had some company now.
"My name is Peggy," she introduced herself, "and you are ... ?"
"I'm Marvin," he introduced himself, "and I'm pleased to meet you, Peggy."
As they continued down the highway Peggy began talking to him about what she planned to do.
"I'm going to see the country," she told him. "I'm tired of being confined to one place."
"That sounds like a lot of fun," he assured her.
During their ensuing conversation Peggy discovered how frank Marvin could be.
"Do you like sex?" he smiled at her.
Peggy turned away a tense moment.
"You're a young woman," he reminded her, "and you probably need some man to service you."
Peggy glared at him.
"I resent your talking to me like that."
He grinned, paying no attention to her.
"You need some loving," he told her.
Peggy knew what he said was true. Her heart beat rapidly as she listened to Marvin talking about having a sexual relationship with her. It had been so long since anyone had made love to her. Ken had been the last man ever to touch her body.
"I need sex on a regular basis, too," Marvin told her, "and since I split up with my girl friend I haven't had much I'll confess."
Peggy didn't want to tell him about Ken. She wondered what the right way would be to approach her own needs. Finally she simply admitted, "I guess you're right, Marvin."
As darkness fell and they still hadn't reached St. Louis, Peggy saw a neon lit motel, restaurant and gas station looming before them in the distance.
"Maybe we'd better stop and have something to eat," she suggested.
"I want to take you to dinner tonight," Marvin said eagerly.
Peggy pulled off at the restaurant. Marvin got out quickly and opened the door for her and acted like the perfect gentleman.
"It's amazing how I met you today," he told her. "I was so despondent over my girl friend that I was contemplating..."
Peggy knew the words that Marvin hadn't said. What a strange twist of fate that she would find a distraught lover in the nick of time. It was almost as if her wheel of karma had spun around and now she was going to have an opportunity to right a wrong that she recollected all too vividly from her Acapulco tragedy.
"You mustn't take love or anybody too seriously," Peggy smiled as she joined him to go into the restaurant
A small combo was playing in the corner of the I-shaped room and some people were dancing.
"Would you like to dance with me?" Marvin suggested.
"Right now I'm starved," Peggy told him. "Let's order first."
After a couple of drinks and dinner, they did dance.
"Let's get some rest now," Marvin smiled as he looked into her brown eyes intently.
"Are you sure it's rest you really want?" she asked suggestively.
"That's up to you," he whispered sensuously.
From the light in his blue eyes Peggy could tell that he was hungry for love.
"I don't know how we would check into any motel," she laughed.
"That's easy," Marvin said seriously. "Just sign in as man and wife."
A small smile played about the corner of his lips as he looked at her.
"You don't have to worry," he told her. "Half the people who stop at these motels aren't married."
Peggy wanted to pay her share of the dinner, but Marvin would have no part of it.
"I'll pay," he told her. "You bought the gas and you've got the car. Now don't get me angry."
At this point Peggy realized he really did want to pay. But more than that, she was certain he wanted to have sex with her ... and it excited her just thinking about it.
He went into the manager's office and signed them in under a phony name and returned with a key. Marvin had also insisted on paying for the motel room and Peggy decided not to assert any proposition that she reimburse him for her share.
"We've got a room quite a distance from the highway," he informed her, "so it will be quiet back there."
Even his voice sent tingles through her. It was great having someone to stay with overnight. Marvin had a powerful chest and muscular body and she could imagine that he would be handsome in the buff.
When they went into the motel room, he started to undress immediately.
"I don't want you to think that just because I agreed to stay with you tonight," she said nervously, "that it automatically means I'm going to have sex with you."
Smiling at her, Marvin shook his head.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he assured her.
That made Peggy feel better. Marvin had enough confidence in himself that apparently he wasn't going to press the matter. Peggy was tired and felt like undressing, but she didn't want him to think she was cheap or asking for it. Observing her standing there once he'd stripped down to his shorts, Marvin smiled, "Are you going to sleep with your clothes on?"
Her dark eyes looked up at him and she threw her head back and laughed.
"No," she told him, "I'm going to undress."
Peggy started to take her clothes off. When she got down to her brassiere and panties she stopped. Marvin was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at a football game on television now. He tried to act as if he was paying little attention to Peggy's beautiful body. But he was. His balls were tingling with erotic excitement, his penis getting a tremendous hard-on as he saw her firm, ripe breasts almost spilling out of her confining tight-fitting brassiere. His eyes swept down to her crotch and he could see the curly pubic hair there.
"Did you ever sleep in the nude?" he winked, Peggy shook her head.
"Yes, when I'm alone," she told him.
Peggy was so eager to have sex with him that when he got to his feet and slipped out of his shorts, revealing his huge, throbbing cock, she eased out of her panties and stood before him naked, except for her brassiere.
"Why don't you take it off?" he asked as his hands ran wild over her body and he rudely grabbed her brassiere from her.
He cupped his hands over her vagina and felt it hot and swollen and moist. He pulled her to the bed and it surprised her to see his huge cock growing in size. As he tantalized her with his finger tips pressing on her nipples, she got more excited than ever. Passionately now Peggy pulled away.
"You are making me feel like a prostitute," she complained.
"What difference does it make?" he smiled.
Peggy knew it didn't make any difference. And then she felt his hands running down her back and grasping her ass cheeks.
"I really enjoy having you naked in bed with me," Marvin whispered.
He closed his eyes for he was being driven mad by her naked, beautiful body.
"Ohhh," Peggy groaned as she felt his entire body pressing against her.
Slowly she began slipping down the length of his body, her mouth licking, kissing and biting. Peggy paused to nibble at Marvin's chest, sending a feeling of scorching lust through his groin. Her tongue made a wet trail across his stomach, pausing to probe into his navel and then slip down with a jerk to his penis. Her hot, wet tongue tip flicked across the head of his cock. Marvin raised his head with a dazed expression as he saw her mouth open and her tongue licking at his penis. Peggy's eyes were closed, and it was obvious what she wanted so anxiously.
As he watched he saw her wet lips open and her tongue slowly snaked out to encircle his cock. He felt a rubbery wet softness as her taut lips began to lick his penis. And then her head began to bob up and down. Marvin's head fell back and he let out a moan as he felt Peggy begin to expertly suck on him. Her mouth and tongue moved over his rock-hard shaft. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman and his body writhed convulsively, fighting against a lewd pumping of his hips which he knew from experience would heighten the feeling. Yet he was thinking momentarily of his girl friend. She had given him such fantastic blow jobs until their fight. The thought of her hit him hard. He had to forget her. His pent-up passion was getting out of hand. Peggy was sucking like a common whore. She really enjoyed having his inches in her mouth this way.
Frantically he pushed her away for a moment and Peggy caught her breath, brushing her soft brown hair from her eyes.
"What's the matter?" she whispered softly.
For a moment Marvin wanted to reveal what he was thinking about. His mind spun with thoughts of his girl friend and then he shook his head and told her, "I wanted to make it last. It felt so fantastic."
Peggy squeezed his cock with her hand and smiled.
"Are you gonna cum in my mouth?" she grinned.
Nodding he told her to go back and start sucking. She pressed her lips on his penis and then let her tongue lick at the tip of it once more.
"I want you to suck it good," he panted as he began pumping it in her mouth once more.
Peggy bent her head again and he felt her hot, wet mouth slip over the mushrooming head of his penis. He enjoyed the sensation of her warm, slippery tongue sliding around the tip of his cock, flicking over the entrance to his prick, tantalizing his hot male juice out. He moaned with delight but couldn't think about his girl friend now. Marvin reached down and forced her farther over his prick. Peggy responded by locking her arms around Marvin's wide-spread muscular thighs and sucking with all of her might, her head bobbing as fast as she could suck.
"Suck me," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Suck."
Marvin's shaft was wet, and a lewd thrill ran through him as he felt Peggy's lips slip down and suck hard.
It wouldn't be much longer until he exploded. Judging from the way her saliva-slickened mouth moved up and down the shaft of his cock and her tongue expertly explored the tip of his prick, he knew that he would explode in a second. She increased the rhythm of her sucking and he was enjoying it more. He felt her forefinger probing the tight crevice of his buttocks, teasing in to find his tiny puckered anus.
"Ohhh, suck me," Marvin whispered, "suck."
Her forefinger was flicking back and forth, causing passionate shivers to race up and down his spine as with wild abandon she sucked on his hard prick. Marvin was going into a spasm of sexual ecstasy as he neared an orgasm.
"Eat it," he panted as she went on sucking his prick.
The lewdness of their pose excited him. Marvin was on top of her, his cock in her mouth, her arms locked around his thighs. With a wild, hoarse cry he began fucking her furiously in the mouth. He was enjoying it immensely. Her finger was slipping to his ass crack and then she was letting it slide right into his rectum.
"Fuck," he told her. "Suck my prick!" She was sucking harder on him than she had ever sucked on anybody. Just thinking about her lost lover Ken prompted her to give him a wild cock suck. He pumped it in and out of her mouth with all of his might, while her fingers sawed in and out of his anus and her lips were like a vacuum stopper around his prick, sucking hard.
Marvin was fucking into her roundly ovalled mouth, pumping in and out with all of his manly might.
"I want you to eat it," he commanded. "Suck real good."
She could hardly wait for that moment when he would pump his white-hot sperm into her mouth. Peggy was anxious to suck hungrily on his prick.
He looked down to see her cheeks ballooning. He saw his cock swelling as he began cuming. With each explosion of cum he could see her swallowing hard and sucking for still more as her finger pumped in his asshole.
"Suck me," he panted as he pumped it deeper down her throat, "suck me!"
Closing her eyes in sexual ecstasy, Peggy admitted she had never had a sweeter tasting orgasm. Her greedy sucking got him harder than ever. Gradually she eased her mouth off his deflated prick and lay there looking up at him.
He raised his head and smiled as he got off the bed.
"You really know how to give a nice blow job," he told her.
Peggy reached down and played with his prick. She wanted to bring it back to life again.
"That's enough," he said with a smirk.
Having been starved for sex for so long, Peggy could hardly wait for more.
"But I haven't been fucked for a long time," Peggy admitted.
Chapter Two
Marvin propped himself up on his knees and bent over Peggy's naked body. The sight of her pussy inflamed his lust all over again. He could feel his cock swelling painfully blood-full and erect. She lay there just looking up dreamily at him.
He parted her lithe legs and looked at the glistening slit of her tempting cunt buried in the dark curly pubic hair. The tight, deep crevice where her shapely buttocks met excited him. Slowly he watched her hips begin to twist and turn as he spread her legs apart. He began caressing her pubic hair with his tongue. At the same time he inserted his forefinger into her tight anus. She enjoyed having him kneeling over her like this. His eyes traveled on up to her great breasts jutting out, almost obscuring her face. Between Peggy's cleavage he could see her chin tilted, her head thrown back with lusty desire.
Marvin's hot hands began caressing the insides of her calves, running on up to stroke her thighs as he parted her pussy lips wide. The glistening red walls of her cunt were triggering his tongue into action. His cock was growing ramrod hard again as she began slowly undulating her hips. The sight was too much for him as he observed her cunt twitch and gape. She ran her fingers in and out of her pussy.
"You want it, don't you?" he smiled.
Nodding she smiled right back at him.
"Spread your legs!" he whispered hoarsely, his cock growing erect and hard now.
She obeyed, spreading her legs as far as possible while he crawled between them and looked down. Her buttocks were spread wide and the deep crevice between them widened until he could see the dark spot where her anus was. Below that, surrounded by curly pubic hair, was her pussy, the enticing lips spread so he could see the inflamed cherry-red walls, all wet and inviting. He crushed her clitoris down and then he began grinding.
"Get up on your knees," he told her.
Marvin watched as her buttocks rose in the air as she struggled to her knees, her legs spread apart. Muscles and cords stood out as she obscenely rose on her ass, held high with each cheek spread taut. Peggy's defenseless puckered little anus was in full view. Never had Marvin seen anyone more vulnerable or naked as he saw her cunt with its lips swollen and spread, just begging for it. His mouth dry, he ordered her to reach back and spread her enticing pussy with her hands.
A shudder ran through her body and she reached, stretching her arms around her tight, round buttocks and felt with her finger tips the.lips of her pussy, slowly spreading her cunt wide open for him.
Marvin lunged between her legs, getting to his knees as he seized her hips with his hands, digging his fingers deep into her flesh, ramming his cock home as she moaned. He drove it as deep as it would go into her, her cunt resisting for an exquisite lubricated instant, then plunging on in the full length of his shaft he could feel it surrounded by her body. He fucked her with wild abandon, ramming it to her, feeling his balls slap back and forth, observing her head still on the bed, her face turned away. Below her, Peggy's breasts just touched the sheets and they quivered and jiggled as he fucked her, her nipples becoming distended and excitement racing through her body.
Peggy met each of his brutal thrusts by shoving back, eager to have every inch of his prick meat in her. Marvin's finger nails dug into her loins with each stabbing thrust. The pain was part of the pleasure. She felt an orgasm building in her and she longed for more of him.
"Ohhh, darling," Peggy panted, "I'm cummming."
She threw her head from side to side as the muscular blond man fucked her with excruciating sexual fury, gritting his teeth as he drove it in her as hard as he could, anxious for another orgasm.
"In my ass," she begged.
This surprised him. Marvin had heard of women who liked anal sex. But he had never been with a woman who was begging for it. Peggy felt she had to have him there. That was where Ken had fucked her. She remembered the pool hustler who had given her every sexual thrill vividly now. and she had to have it up her asshole.
"What?" Marvin exclaimed.
"In the ass, fuck me in the ass," she begged.
He knew what she meant ... and he was driven wild by the thought of her lustful, lewd desire.
A light exploded in his mind as he parted her buttocks. Pulling his slippery cock from her slick cunt, Marvin slowly inserted his massive penis in her tight anus.
She gasped for a deep lungful of air, moaning with pleasure as she felt him ramming it into her. "Ohhh," he groaned as he sodomized her, "that's fantastic. Fuck, Fuck it!"
He had never had a woman beg for him to sodomize her, and he was enjoying it enormously now. His balls slapped lewdly against her buttocks as he rode in with all of his might. Marvin had never felt anything so pleasurable. She was tight and tremendous as she twisted her hips.
"Yes, yes," she begged as she looked up at him with a vague smile.
Peggy's hips twisted as he pumped it in her burning asshole.
"I want to feel you shooting," he told her. His body was on fire as he rammed it to her, fucking ever more wildly.
"Yes, yes," she exclaimed excitedly, "now you are really fucking. I want it. Fuck me, fuck me."
With deliberate, hard strokes, he sawed up her asshole. She twisted and turned as the pain and pleasure syndrome delighted her. Closing her eyes tightly for a moment she imagined her lover Ken was screwing her like this.
"Yes, yes," Peggy begged, "in my ass!"
It gave him a great deal of pleasure to ram it up her asshole as far as he could.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he felt himself coming closer to climax. "Fuck. Fuck it!"
With deep, deliberate strokes he continued driving it into her.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed as he felt her ass pulling suction-cup tight on his prick.
When Marvin finally slid his prick from Peggy's hot, tight asshole, he looked at her in amazement and delight.
"You're quite a prize package, Peggy," he whispered.
The beautiful brunette smiled as she lay there, luxuriating in the afterglow of having been fucked so superbly by her lover.
"You know how to please a woman," she grinned.
This prompted him to reach over and gently massage her breasts. Soon he was touching the tip of her nipples with his tongue and then he was sucking on her bosoms as he gently let his hand slide over the flat, smooth plane of her stomach.
"Where are you really going, honey?" he asked her.
"You don't want to know," Peggy told him.
"Yes, I do," he whispered insistently.
"I'll tell you tomorrow," she said softly as she watched him slipping down to her pussy.
The burning pangs of heated passion raged uncontrollably in her belly. And then she felt his hot fingers gripping her round ass cheeks. He got his face down there and started sucking.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it, Marvin," she panted as the delightful sensations of orgasmic arousal swept through her body.
Her lover's hot, deep tongue thrusts brought a gurgling cry of wanton passion to her trembling lips.
"Suck me, suck me," Peggy whispered frantically.
Her silken-brown hair flailed about her face in different directions at once as she felt the super sensations in her hot cunt, sensations she'd never known before. The young lover could taste the delicious juices starting to flow in her cunt. She levered her legs over his shoulders and pressed her pussy tightly to his mouth. She wanted to capture every erotic pleasure she knew. His hot tongue lashes brought her there. It was almost as if electric shocks were stimulating her cunt uncontrollably. Peggy was gushing and juicing in his mouth as he licked her up noisily.
Slipping his tongue from her pussy he smiled at her.
"Now you've got to tell me all about yourself, Peggy."
Unwrapping her legs from his shoulders, Peggy proceeded to tell him the truth about her strange life.
"I had a wonderful boyfriend," she explained, "and we had a good time together. He was a pool hustler. Do you know what that is?"
Marvin got up from the bed and lit a cigarette and came over to sit beside her. He nodded.
"Sure," he told her, "but what did he do for a living?"
"That's how he made his living," she laughed. "He would go in and lose a few times and then have the men bet. After they bet he would win. He was a real hustler."
"But how could he depend on winning?"
Peggy didn't answer. She was thinking ... thinking of how she could follow in her lover's footsteps. As long as she kept it secret. Why should she tell him? Looking at Marvin now she replied with a shrug, "I guess he was lucky."
Marvin recognized that she was still wrapped up emotionally in her lover.
"But it's no good for you to be thinking of him all the time," he told her bluntly.
"Yes, it is," Peggy insisted. "It gives me something to live for."
That got Marvin angry. He had imagined for a moment that he and Peggy could find something meaningful together in their relationship. But he saw how it could never be, for she was married to a memory.
"I'm afraid I don't understand you, Peggy," he told her, not wanting to upset her. "I've got to get going tonight. Pardon me if I head on."
Peggy was so stunned and upset by what he was saying as she watched him slipping into his shorts and dressing, that she was silent.
"Good-bye, Peggy," Marvin waved as he finished dressing. "I'll get a ride with some trucker. Maybe I'll see you in St. Louis sometime."
Once Peggy was alone with her memories, she realized that she had destroyed her possibilities of meaningful relationship with Marvin. For she'd told him too much about her lost love, whose memory still haunted her so deeply.
The following day she headed once more for St. Louis. It was only a three-hour drive from the restaurant.
As she pulled into a gas station she asked the attendant to care for the car.
"I'm sure I need some oil," she told him, "and after all that driving it might not hurt to get a lube job. I'm gonna go over there and get a drink. Then I'll come back."
The car attendant shook his head as he watched Peggy walk into the pool hall and bar across the street. He did think it a bit strange that a woman would go over there.
Peggy began playing pool by herself. When a nice-looking young man came up to her and asked her if she'd play with him, she nodded.
"It isn't often you see a dame around a place like this," he told her.
"Well, I'm not the usual woman," Peggy grinned.
The memory of what Ken had done in his pool-hustling days in Chicago had left a vivid imprint in Peggy's mind. As she played a game with this horny young man who was more fascinated keeping his eyes on her bosoms than on the balls on the table, she recognized that she could use her female wiles to great advantage to distract players.
She won a small bet and then took on a couple of other men. Peggy ordered drinks for everyone and pretended she was loaded, deliberately sipping her drink slowly. Soon she was able to get them all involved in gambling.
"Wow!" one old-timer smiled as he saw her perform some remarkable feats at the pool table.
"Think nothing of it," Peggy shrugged as she collected their money and left the bar.
The bartender told Peggy he wanted to talk to her. He left the bar in charge of another man who was tending to the customers and went back into his office.
"You're quite a gal," he told her. "Did you ever think of going into bottomless dancing?"
As Peggy sat in a smooth black leather provincial chair across from him she looked up with disgust. He was a wide-shouldered figure in the chair behind the executive desk and he had only one idea in mind. He was thinking of the possibility of having her remove her clothes. She didn't want to listen to the aimless dirty talk that would follow if she did a bottomless or topless performance.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she angrily snapped.
"I was hoping you might be a showgirl who could perform topless as well as bottomless," he admitted candidly.
"I'm a pool hustler," she told him. "I'm not a hooker."
He laughed as he looked at her.
"I've heard about men who were pool hustlers," he admitted, "but I have never seen a woman who was very good at this game."
"Well, you're looking at one right now," she warned him. "If you don't think I can beat you playing pool, maybe you'd like to put your money where your mouth is."
That quieted Nick down quickly.
"My name is Nick Barone," he smiled, "and you are?"
"I'm Peggy Thorpe from Chicago," she told him coldly, "and I know what I'm doing. I came down here to make some money in St. Louis. Judging from the success I had on the floor with some of your pool players, I'd say St. Louis is a good place for me. The financial climate agrees with me."
Nick laughed at her overly confident manner.
"I don't tolerate gambling in my place," he told her. "I mean, it's against the law, you know."
"Yeah," Peggy laughed, "but what the law doesn't know doesn't hurt it. Am I right, Nick?"
Nick nodded.
"I'll make a deal with you," he suggested after an awkward pause. "You give me a small percentage of your earnings and you can hang out here. That is until the place gets hot or we get raided or something. After that, you'll be on your own."
Peggy Thorpe could be cool and businesslike when she had to. She knew Ken had sometimes made deals with bartenders who supplied the other pool players with booze and watered his drinks down. That gave him the edge. While they were blurry-brained drunk he was making winning plays.
"Let's be realistic," Peggy told him bluntly. "I'm in this game to make money. And you are, too. I'll give you ten percent if you will help."
"I'm providing the place," Nick snapped. "What more do you want?"
"I want to make some more money for you," she explained. "You could simply give the men some strong drinks before they play and provide me with a watered-down drink. I'll pay for it all. I know you like to make money on the booze."
Nick was getting the picture. The beautiful female pool hustler would order drinks on the house. Everybody would get a generous shot of booze that Peggy would pay for, except Peggy. And her watered-down drink would give her an opportunity to win.
"The guys will get wise," he shook his head.
"I'm a very good actress," Peggy Thorpe assured the bartender. "You don't have to worry about me. Of course I'll have to go away now and then. I wouldn't want to wear out my welcome."
"You mean you'll have to wait until the men have some more money after you've cleaned them out," he said, a smile forming on his face as he realized what an ingenious woman Peggy was.
"You know, you've got beauty," he told her, "and you've also got brains. As a matter of fact, just talking to you gets me excited."
"Don't try anything funny, Nick," Peggy warned him. "I may be a pool hustler, but I'm not a whore. So forget it."
Nick shifted uneasily in his black leather chair as Peggy spoke candidly. However, he realized she was making a very sensible business proposition with him and he figured he might as well play her game.
"Now don't act funny," he told her. "Let's just relax."
When Nick returned to the bar he told the man who worked there he could take a break. After all, it was Nick's place and he had every right to do what he wanted to with his help.
"Drinks on the house," Peggy smiled as she exulted in the triumph of having won the game from the men a few moments before.
As the men sipped their drinks they spoke admiringly of Peggy. A couple of new customers entered the pool-hall bar and spotted Peggy. One of them laughed as she held up her pool cue and looked down at the table.
"Now don't tell me women are playing pool," one man smirked.
"How'd you like to bet on that?" the beautiful brown-haired girl smiled at the crude, foul-talking man as he cursed.
"Damn it, can't we have any place to ourselves?"
Peggy came closer to him, giving him a good view of her voluptuous form.
"You don't have anything against me, do you?" she smiled, pressing her body boldly up to his.
"No," the customer smiled. "Let's play pool."
As the game began between Peggy and the man who had made the insulting remarks, the other customers came over and watched and started placing bets with Peggy. They sipped their drinks and Peggy sipped hers. Pretending that she was getting stoned out of her mind, she had a good laugh when she began winning. The problem was she kept winning. Even Nick Barone was amazed. He'd never seen a woman carrying on like that.
Silently, secretly, Peggy was reflecting on her happy days when Ken was doing the same thing at pool halls in the windy city of Chicago. It all came back to her now, as if her lover was speaking to her.
The sense of elation that she experienced every time she won money from the men was giving her a giddy, exhilarated feeling. After a couple of hours of winning, Peggy figured it was time to quit. However, Nick Barone wanted to talk to her privately in his office.
"What do you want to talk about?" Peggy asked him.
Nick smiled as he led the way down the corridor to his office.
"Look, Peggy," he told her, "ten percent isn't enough. I helped you with those winnings. You must make it fifty-fifty to be fair."
Peggy was outraged at the thought of giving him that percentage of her winnings.
"Twenty-five percent is enough," she said evenly.
Nick smiled without humor. He didn't hesitate to tell her that he expected something on the side.
"What else do you want?" she shrieked.
He looked at her appealing body.
"I want to fuck you!"
At that point Nick realized he had left the bar unattended.
"Just a moment," he whispered as he left her alone to contemplate the proposition he had made to her.
Returning to the bar he discovered the man he had given a break to had returned. That made it easy for him to go back to Peggy.
Once he was alone with Peggy again he smiled at her excitedly. Nick longed to go to the corner and pull the sofa bed apart. Without saying another word he did just that. Then he began undressing while he looked at her as she stood there completely without expression on her face.
"Come on, Peggy," he patted the sofa. "Over here. Up on the sofa. On your knees."
Peggy felt she had no choice. Shivering involuntarily she began to reluctantly remove her clothes. Once she was completely nude, she lowered her naked body to the sofa cushions until she was flat on her belly.
Nick's eyes looked at the choice prize before him. He took in every incredible detail of her ripe youthfulness. Her naked body possessed the tantalizing magnetism that excited him so much he was nearly trembling. Peggy's firm buttocks were clenched tightly. He looked at her now and patted her beautiful behind. She was concealing the forbidden orifice of her puckered little anus by tightening defensively. He could almost see the juicy, tender, young pussy slit.
"Up on your knees," Nick demanded. "I want to see that little brown eye looking at me."
Peggy couldn't help cringing at the awful way he was going about satisfying his carnal cravings. Why did she ever get into this awful mess? she questioned herself. It must be some kind of nightmare that she would awaken from. Her firm, young ass cheeks were gripped by his urgent hands. He spread the deep crevice of her trembling buttocks with his thumbs, opening up to his unobstructed view the taut muscular ring of her tiny, cringing anus. He could see the warm, moist, pink softness of her vaginal cleft, and her fleshy puckered lips spread ever so slightly in a tempting display of lewd appeal. Her whole body tensed in anticipation of the bruising pain she expected Nick to slam in her at any moment. However, she was hardly prepared for what he did next. Pain she could have understood ... but not this.
Carefully Nick spread the soft pink flanges of her vulnerably offered young cunt, opening the warm, moist lips and brushing brutally aside the softly curling blonde hairs that lined the sides of. her damp crevice. Once her narrow slit was spread wide enough for his amusement, exposing the pink edges of her moist vaginal portal, he lowered his head to her fragrant soft pussy lips, catching her by surprise.
Peggy's body cracked like a whip as Nick's tongue made its first electric contact with the sensitive nerve-filled flesh of her vulnerable vaginal lips.
"Please, don't do that," the beautiful girl gasped, her lips trembling uncontrollably as his tongue probed her forbidden depths deftly, bringing shivers of delight that coursed unwanted over her kneeling nakedness in involuntary spasms.
Blushing crimson with embarrassment and humiliated that this dirty old man could bring such a lascivious response from her rebellious body, Peggy could hardly believe what was happening to her. Yet she was powerless to stop Nick now.
He opened her moistly trembling cuntal furrow wide with his thumbs, slipping his tongue and lips up into the warm slit, poking lewdly into its deeply hidden crevice, each worming probe bringing new quivers of aroused helplessness to her naked, writhing form.
Peggy's bosoms were crushed against the sofa beneath her kneeling body and her lewdly exposed buttocks were pushed upward temptingly, vulnerable to his lustful plundering.
"Ohhh, please, stop!" she begged, her face awash with stinging tears. "I don't want to. Please, forget it."
She knew what he was going to do. Peggy didn't want to have Nick's prick slipping up her asshole. However, he felt differently about it. He was determined that in a couple of minutes she would be begging for him to do it. He knew he was good with his tongue. Plenty of women had praised him for his fantastic tongue stabs, and she wasn't any different.
Nick's eyes squinted with anticipation as he thought of his aching cock pounding into her pussy, filling her sex-starved body with his scalding, hot sperm, reaming her tight vaginal hole like she'd never had it before.
He nosed into the moist juiciness of Peggy's lewdly straining cunt hole. Fastening his teeth ever so gently on her tight, sensitive clitoris, he knew he had found her tender spots as her whole naked buttocks suddenly quivered violently, sending ripples of lewd pleasure shivering along her tingling spine.
She felt her tiny pink, nipples going hard, and then it happened. Nick was an animal and she was no better than his accommodating beast. Caught in the raging whirlpool of her own lustful desires she couldn't help herself.
Lustfully he let his tongue flip back and forth across the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris. Between Nick's partially clenched teeth, he could feel the little nub harden and swell as he nibbled at it, licking it crudely with his tongue, causing the naked young female pool hustler to squirm in a desperate attempt to escape the agonizing assault on her seething, hot loins.
Peggy tried to clench her firm, wriggling buttock cheeks together, hoping she could shut out his salacious attack. However, he held the fleshy half-moons tightly in his grip as his fingers bit into her sensitive nakedness, painfully when she tried to pull away leaving bright criss-crossing red welts across her creamy white buttocks. Her eyes were shut tight yet the tears still streaked down her cheeks like rain. She remembered her long-lost lover. How she wished that he was here to handle this evil, vile man. But as these troubling thoughts spun through her tortured mind, the beautifully positioned young woman began to be shatteringly aware of fantastic sensations of burning desire raging in her body. A hot flame fanned with Nick's expertise at using his tongue.
Nick chuckled to himself as his victim's lush, naked hips began to siowly and involuntarily grind into a steady, quiet rhythm, making tiny concentric circles. He nibbled voraciously on her throbbing, stiff clitoris.
"Please," she pleaded, her mouth half open, her eyes tightly shut.
The tears had ceased to stream down her reddened cheeks, but her head was tossed back, her hair trailing over her naked shoulders and onto her back.
"I can't stand it anymore. Please, stop it," she cried out.
Pleased that he had gotten her so aroused, Nick stepped up the pace of his hungry ravishment of her vaginal crevice. His tongue alternated between the pulsing nub of her wetly distended clitoris and the fleshy flanges of her seething young pussy.
He had a tight grip on her, holding her firmly. He could feel her naked body spasmodically shivering as her hips twisted and writhed shamelessly. His taunting, swirling tongue movements began stimulating her. Her quivering, upthrust buttocks ground harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet his tongue's lewd, delicious probing. Though she was fighting it with every particle of her resistance, her brain was reeling now. She was rapidly losing all control. It felt so good that she wanted still more. Rivulets of perspiration ran down her spine to drop in the furrow of her wantonly undulating buttocks. Nick knew he had Peggy right where he wanted her. She would do anything to please him now.
One more electrifying nibble on her clit and he released his grip. Raising his head to look over his helplessly kneeling captive one more time, he observed her entire body quivering as her hips ground in a steady erotic rhythm.
"Please, stop," she moaned. "Don't do it anymore."
Nick only laughed at what she was saying. He could tell by the movements of her body the words that she was speaking were lies she was trying to convince herself were true. Paying no attention to her pleas he buried his lust-swollen penis to its hairy base in the clasping warmth of her cringing cunt. He rammed it up to the hilt with one powerful surge of his hips.
Peggy's softly yielding pussy walls rippled aside in delicious waves of ecstasy as his shaft throbbed.
He enjoyed filling her tender young passage completely.
Chapter Three
Nick spread Peggy's obscenely skewered vaginal lips wide while his eager cock rammed deep up into her belly.
"Ohhh," Peggy gasped, her cuntal depths on fire now as he went on riding in ruthlessly.
Her pleas were fuel for fire in Nick's loins. He began to slam his turgidly aroused cock up into her narrow constrictive passage again and again. What a tight cunt, he thought to himself. This was the kind of screwing he enjoyed most of all. Reaching around her full thighs he held her firm young belly, lifting her for even deeper penetration. She gasped for breath as his pulsing hardness drove from behind, ever deeper up into the innocent depths of her quivering cunt.
It gave him a fantastic feeling to know he was giving her tight, young cunt the fuck of her life. She was his now and he aimed to give her a fucking she could never forget.
"Suck it up real nice," Nick panted.
The lascivious excitement became more intense as the beautiful young woman found herself grinding back harder, ever harder onto his thick, impaling shaft, rocking her full, naked hips from side to side as his plunging cock burrowed deeper, ever deeper into her pussy. With every inward thrust he brought new ripples of pleasurable desire. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat beneath her, her smoothly rounded buttocks waving high in the air, grinding upward to meet his plundering lunges with wanton movements of her own.
Nick's throbbing cock was shoved up deep in her tender cuntal passage. So deep there was no longer any pain ... just fantastic waves of undiluted animal passion that surged in a fiery tide.
As he let his hands slip underneath her writhing, sweat-soaked pelvis, he lifted her higher, driving his stiffened, aching prick ever deeper into her tight, lust-moistened cuntal chanal.
His fleshy cock slipped in and out of her hungry, clasping vaginal sheath easily, coated profusely with her lubricating juices. Rocking his hips back and pulling his stiff member from her greedy cunt until only the bulbous tip remained between her tautly stretched pussy lips, he teased her. Peggy's moist vaginal lips gripped the swollen knob of his eager cock tightly inside her pussy. The wetly clasping passage reluctantly allowed the glistening shaft of long, thick hardness to slide from its rapacious grip. He knew that she was giving him the lascivious fuck that he always felt was in her.
"Harder," Peggy panted. "Harder. Please, do it harder."
He knew the end was very near. With every ounce of strength left in his body he rammed violently into her eager, heated pussy, gritting his teeth and clenching his muscles in a desperate effort to hold back the seeping flood that filled his balls so painfully.
"Ohhh, I'm cumming," he exclaimed. "Fuck, fuck."
Ramming his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly grinding buttocks he sank his throbbing cock in up to the hilt. The wet juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt excited him. With a loud cry of relief he felt his hot, exploding sperm course the length of his cock to explode in a giant torrent of sticky sperm in her belly. He filled her hungrily sucking cuntal hole with his juicy load.
Peggy could feel her cunt muscles spasm. Her ravished pussy hungrily gulped up every drop of spewing sperm. At last he released his grip on her thighs. She dropped onto the sofa and fell forward, collapsing in a heaving, gasping heap. Nick's rapidly deflating penis eased from her taut, juice-soaked cunt with a sucking sound as she fell forward, leaving a trail of sticky semen that dangled for a moment from the end of his rubbery cock tip. Reaching for his undershorts he wiped his limp cock clean with them, blotting out the lurid mixture of his sperm and the depraved love juices from Peggy's pussy which dangled from his leathery balls. Tossing the soiled garment aside, he patted her buttocks affectionately.
"You've got what it takes to please any man," he told her. "And you and me are gonna make nothing but money. You have proven your worth to me in every way, Peggy."
Peggy pulled herself up from the sofa then began collecting her clothes from the floor where they had fallen. She didn't hesitate to talk to Nick about her plans for her success as a pool hustler.
"Don't think I've turned into some sort of tramp," she warned him. "I am a pool hustler. You forced me to do these things so that I could get in here and clean up. You'll get your cut. Twenty-five percent. But don't think every time you want to ram that prick of yours in me I'm gonna let you."
Nick smiled.
"Don't worry about it," he told her as he began dressing without benefit of his shorts.
Finally he asked her why she wanted to become the first female pool hustler he'd ever heard of.
"If I would tell you," she confided, "you'd probably laugh at me."
"I'm a sentimental old fool myself," he told her. "Now you go ahead and tell me whatever it is that caused you to decide to follow this rather unusual profession for a woman."
Brushing strands of her hair aside when she'd finished dressing, Peggy sat in a leather chair near his desk while he folded up the sofa bed and put everything back in place.
"I was in love once," Peggy revealed, "with a man who was the best pool hustler in Chicago. When I lost him I decided I would carry on."
"Some other woman?" Nick asked curiously as he went to a mirror at the side of the room and combed his hair.
"I wish that was it," Peggy said sadly. "No, he's dead."
"Well don't talk about it," Nick boomed. "I don't like to hear sad stories. I'm basically a very happy man. Now let's get on with what I was talking to you about. I could get in a hell of a lot of trouble serving hard liquor at this place. And I could get in plenty of trouble for allowing gambling to go on. So we've got to be careful. You'll notice I don't keep any hard liquor bottles in sight at the bar. And for good reason. I'm not supposed to serve hard booze here. And gambling ... we all could go to jail. But don't worry about it, I've got a good lawyer. He can handle everything."
"I guess that's just one of the risks you have to take," she said nervously.
Realizing that she could go to jail for what she was doing troubled Peggy. However, she was bound and determined to continue. There was something glamorous about being the first female pool hustler she'd ever heard of.
"I think you dress too conservatively," Nick said when he had finished combing his hair and was ready to the bar.
"You don't tell me anything," she boomed. "I'm not gonna dress so I turn these horny guys on. I'm out here to make money gambling. Understand?"
The inflection in her voice told the story. She had a lot of determination that she was going to do things her way. And it was pointless, Nick knew, to argue with her anymore.
A few moments later she was standing out in the poolhall and observing a couple of men who were playing a game. The men were gambling as they usually did at Nick's bar. However, she wanted to make sure that she played with the one who was obviously the best. But it wasn't easy as it was a close match. From her position at the corner of the room Peggy could see the man that had the most skill. That fascinated and intrigued her. Someone in the far corner who was watching Peggy at that very moment was also getting fascinated. Only he wasn't fascinated with the game ... he was fascinated with Peggy's pert body. Coming over to her he pressed against her. She jumped a mile.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked huskily.
When the half-drunk man observed her response, he moved away. Nick moved in quickly and told him to buzz off.
"Not a friendly poolhall at all," the drunken man slurred.
Some of the men who were standing around and observed the entire situation laughed. Nick returned to the bar and the game continued after a brief interruption when the drunken man left the bar in disgust.
Watching the pool table once more, Peggy could see different ways that she would play the game if she were competing. Actually, it would not be a difficult thing to win. But she had to bide her time and watch.
The game continued and finally the man she figured would win, did. Going over to him she smiled.
"Can I take you on?" she asked suggestively.
"Any time," he replied, with an erotic inflection in his tone.
"Not that way," Peggy shook her head. "Over there on the table. That's where I want to take you. On the pool table."
The men erupted in laughter as they contemplated something quite different.
"Yeah, I'd like to see you take him on on that pool table," one man said. "Five dollars if you'll put on an exhibition."
"I'll put on an exhibition you won't forget," she said, slapping his face.
Nick knew he had a firecracker in Peggy. Hastily he went over to her side to defend her.
"Don't make insulting cracks to the lady," Nick warned the man.
Chapter Four
It didn't take Peggy long to calculate that if she could ever indicate to the men who came to Nick's bar that she was the number-one pool hustler, they would place big bets and she would accordingly become very well off.
A couple of days later when a very heavy-set man entered Nick's poolhall and began walking over toward the bar, one customer observed, "Why there's Florida Fats. I didn't know Florida Fats was in town."
It didn't take Nick long to get Peggy into his office.
"What's all the excitement about?" Peggy asked, not understanding.
"Do you know who that is?" he asked, his eyes ablaze with admiration.
Shaking her head Peggy shrugged, "No. Who is he?"
"That is Florida Fats," he commented, "and he has been the number-one pool hustler in these parts for years. But he took off and we haven't seen him in a long time. What a lucky twist of fate that just when you are starting to make good, Florida Fats should return. If you could put that old boy in his place, you would really have the men around here behind you."
"I don't know if I'm that good yet or not," Peggy said honestly.
"Take it from me,, honey, you are," Nick complimented her.
Nick's mind had become a cash register. He could just see the men betting on Friday night after work when they got their pay checks.
"Peggy," he told her, "I'm really proud of you. It takes character to come into a place like this and start a business reputation on your own as the top female pool hustler in these parts. Now let's go back there and put Florida Fats in his place."
Peggy went back into the poolhall. She hadn't been there two minutes before the men started making bets. Florida Fats had heard about her and now he was eager to demonstrate his-skill at the pool table.
"You're a fool to want to play with me," Florida Fats smiled good-naturedly. "But it's your money."
Peggy grinned.
"Let's put a hundred dollars on this game," she told him without wavering.
Florida Fats threw his head back and laughed.
"Make it two," he said seriously. "That is, if you're sure of yourself, honey."
The men burst out in laughter as they began lining up around the pool table where Florida Fats was getting set for one of his famous games.
"All right, two hundred," Peggy agreed.
Nick knew that he would have to back her up all the way if she got in deep. However, he was so certain that she would win that he wasn't worried. Peggy looked at Florida Fats' chubby fingers as he picked up the pool cue and began the game. He had a way of using the pool cue as if he were a violinist performing.
As the men crowded into the corner and watched his every move, Peggy did become nervous. When she saw some of the great shots that he was making at the pool table she got nervous.
"All right, honey," Florida Fats told her, "it's your turn."
At this point she was fearful. All eyes watched the seven ball in the comer shot. Once more Peggy triumphed.
When the game was over and she had won from Florida Fats, the men were really ribbing him.
"Look what the little gal did to you," one man observed.
They placed their bets again and the games continued all evening. When it was over, Florida Fats was down in the dumps.
"I never met a girl quite like you, Peggy," he told her. "Who taught you the game?"
Peggy smiled but didn't answer. Turning back to the bar she went to get a drink and sat down on a bar stool. Nick was ecstatic with what had been accomplished. He had calculated she would win and when he thought of getting his cut it got him all the more delighted.
Florida Fats left the bar and the men came rushing over to congratulate Peggy. One man attracted her attention. He was a good-looking, dark-haired man with intense brown eyes that seemed to understand she was running away from something.
"Why do you do that?" he asked."
"I get a thrill out of winning," she said, turning around and looking up at him.
He told her, "I get a thrill out of watching."
Peggy could tell that he wanted to get better acquainted with her and it bothered her. She was happy being on her own. It was enough that her boss Nick was making such wild sexual demands of her.
"Let me introduce myself," he told her.
She turned away, but he immediately reached out and placed his hand on her thigh.
"I'm Randy," he informed her.
Turning, she looked up at him angrily.
"Randy," she snapped, watching him with deep suspicion, "would you please take your hand off my leg."
The men who were around listened and erupted in laughter.
Bending over Randy whispered, "I can hardly wait to fuck you."
She was so angry now that she was ready to slap him. But she couldn't allow herself that much freedom. She had to play it in another way so that she wouldn't get her boss angry. After all, the men had become accustomed to stopping by the pool parlor to carry on. She could see that just the sight of her was arousing all of his naked, lustful desires.
"I really would enjoy taking you out to dinner," he confided.
He caught her offguard. She had wished that someone would give her a good time. Not just a sex job and then forcing her to perform all kinds of acts, but just a good time.
"All right," she turned to tell Randy. "Why not?"
Randy took her to a small, quiet cafe. Over candlelight they ordered dinner as the soft strains of violins captured her attention. As they sat there he laughed.
"I know," he told her, "that you are a professional pool hustler. You really took those men for their money."
She couldn't tell whether he was laughing at her or really impressed with her.
"Are you criticizing me?" she demanded.
At that point he shook his head.
"No," Randy assured her. "I'm quite impressed with you."
It was obvious that he was impressed with her body. For his eyes fell to her generous-size bosoms which strained at her tight-fitting brassiere.
"I would like to go to bed with you," he told her.
Peggy was looking at him. She couldn't help wonder if she was a natural nymphomaniac. She knew that she was greatly attracted to him and this tormented her.
"I wonder," he told her, "if you would like to join me in my apartment tonight. I have a friend who is coming over and I would like to have a cozy orgy."
As Peggy listened to him, she could see that he had some pretty farout sexual ideas in mind.
"Can you imagine how much pleasure you could derive from having two men at the same time, Peggy?"
Peggy was listening, but she was becoming perturbed.
"I wish you wouldn't talk to me like this," she quipped quickly.
It didn't take him long to get his point across.
"I believe in having a good time," he told her, "and I know you would just love it."
All during dinner Randy never said another word. But once he had finished sipping his wine and paid the bill, he asked her point blank, "Well, ire you ready?"
The beautiful female pool hustler nodded.
"I guess I can try anything once," she agreed.
As she drove down the freeway with him a few moments later and listened to the soft music paying on the radio, she felt his hand intruding on her thigh.
"Move over here," he suggested. "I'd like to have you blow me while I'm driving."
Peggy slowly edged over. Randy's boldness somehow appealed to her. It tapped a sensitive memory. She recalled vividly how Ken used to enjoy having her fondle him when he was driving. Her hand went for his bulging crotch and she slowly unzipped him. Reaching in, Peggy felt for Randy's thick penis. She stroked him a couple of times and then noticed the tip of his cock was starting to drip with thick sticky cum.
"Go right ahead," he smiled. "Lick it!"
He was completely aroused now and his hugely swollen cock head was quivering. Peggy bent over, letting her tongue lick the pulsating tip of his penis. This excited Randy, her wet, warm mouth sliding over the head of his cock. His face twisted in a contorted expression of sheer raw lust as he looked down at her licking at the head of his blood-engorged male member. And then he saw it disappearing excitingly into her hot willing mouth. He rode forward, driving it in deeply, feeling the head of it thrusting to the back of her throat. For a second she thought she would choke on his long cock as it slid down her throat. And then she began enjoying it enormously.
"Ohhh, suck," he panted as he filled her throat with his rock-hard, heavily veined cock.
He went on ramming it to her and she reached inside his shorts to pull out his balls and massage them. Stretching down with one hand, Randy ran his fingers through her shimmering hair. She was sucking hard now, all of her defenses having disappeared. Her lips gripped his brutally thrusting cock as he pumped his manmeat to her.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he went on ramming it to her, "suck me, suck me."
It was this kind of erotic excitement that had him fucking with the fire of animal lust that raged out of control in his madly fucking loins. He wasn't aware of anything but his need for her to blow him.
"Eat it," he told her. "Suck!"
His hard, driving cock rode into her mouth deeply now and he was about to spill his seed, when a freeway tie-up took place. Slamming down hard on the brake hard, she could feel his balls shrinking and his cock wasn't hard anymore.
"Damn it," he complained, "look at all of those people in that line."
Randy was angry now. Immediately Peggy pulled her mouth off his prick. She looked at the traffic pile-up.
"I guess this isn't a safe place to give a blow job," he admitted.
His mind was reeling with passion. He could hardly wait to have her naked in bed with him so he could fuck her.
When they arrived at his apartment he wasted no time in getting into the act. At first Peggy couldn't understand where his buddy was that he'd talked about.
"I thought you said we were gonna have a three-way," she reminded him.
"We will," he assured her, "when Stan gets here. He works late. But when he gets home, you'll have us both."
As he began undressing she watched him. Peggy was eager to see his cock. Once he had slipped out of his shorts and she caught sight of his throbbing penis standing out in front of him, she realized how horny he was. A near-insane delight of lust-filled desire charged through her now as she hastily eased out of her clothes, revealing her nakedness to him.
Next, the two of them showered together. Then they got back on the bed as he pulled back the sheets.
"I want to do everything to you," he told her.
She stretched out on the bed for him and he didn't wait long to get in there and start making passionate love to her. At first she tried to struggle away from him. He held her close with his big hands and moved them hotly into the round flesh of her ass to force her pelvis tightly against him. His throbbing cock was hard against the softness o her belly. An uncontrollable tremor of desir rippled over her.
"C'mon," he told her, "let's make out."
Her body was betraying her. Peggy was coming alive with overpowering, erotic sensations. Randy's hands, his tongue and his body had kindled her aflame with desire. She had to get ahold of herself. She shouldn't get this excited, she knew. His hands were on the satiny, naked flesh of her leg, moving upward to her thigh. As he touched the warm, soft flesh of her inner thigh, Peggy's defenses crumbled. She wanted him everywhere. He stared down at her stretched out beneath him. He began sliding his hands higher to her trembling thigh. Randy reached for her hair-covered, pouting pussy lips. She groaned at the slight pressured touch against her tingling genitals. Desperately she tried to control herself from the overpowering sensations that she was experiencing. It was awful to want sex this much.
"You've got to stop," she whispered, rolling her head back and forth.
Closing her eyes in sudden shame, Peggy begged him to quit. However, she couldn't think straight at this point. She was imagining what it would be like to take on two men at the same time. Randy had become so heated he knew he had to follow through.
His thick, long finger traced along the thick, pink, furrowed line of her nakedly exposed cunt. Writhing and squirming beneath him, her hands caught his powerful shoulders. Her nails gouged into the muscular flesh of his back. And then he began playing with her pussy lips with his middle finger. Worming his finger in deeper, up to her moist, excited channel, she felt shock of insane desire tingling through her body. She tossed her head from side to side at the stimulating shock of his hands grasping her squirming, twisting buttocks. Peggy's whimpers changed into a series of helpless groans as he went on teasing her sensitive pussy slit between her thighs. Thrusting and probing into her vagina, he parted the silky hair, making a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, throbbing center of her passion. Lewd desires saturated her entire body as she held back a moan of sheer ecstasy. She had to have him performing these lascivious acts.
He looked at her with delight as he recognized she was hopelessly trapped. Peggy was lying there in defenseless subjugation while his lewd desires took over. She tried to catch her breath as she felt him teasing her hotly quivering clitoris, causing her to writhe her buttocks around in a vain effort to escape the spasms of desire coursing through her vibrant flesh. His eyes focused on her vagina. He parted her legs and she felt the cool refreshing rush of air. Reaching up he pinched her hard, distended, pink nipples. His big hands clutched her bosoms, squeezing, rolling, teasing them with his finger tips. His wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and teasing at the other nipple maddeningly. And then his hot, wet tongue trailed the deep valley that separated her legs. For an instant Peggy's stomach muscles tensed as his tongue slithered down to her vagina.
"Oh, stop it," she groaned as he kept his hand on her bosoms while he began licking noisily at her pussy.
Randy's face was twisted with a lewd grin as he began letting his tongue lick and tease along her vagina. She could see his huge, pulsating penis starting to drip. Its length and thickness caused her to stare. She felt helpless now, her brain foggy as he began enjoying this erotic subjugation. The gleam in his eyes bordered on a sexual kind of madness.
The shapely pool hustler looked at his huge fleshy cock. Its thickness almost terrorized her.
"You want my prick, don't you?" he asked with salacious delight as the horrified expression on her face surfaced.
Dropping his weight upon her, he forced the breath from her soft, white body with a gasp as the hardness of his hugely pulsating penis rode into the tender flesh of her belly. He pulled it out a moment and then swept up her body until he placed his cock between her bosoms. He crushed her soft breast flesh against his smoldering cock as he plunged back and forth.
"You hot, fucking bitch," he exclaimed as he screwed her.
Its thickness frankly frightened her. But once she felt him ramming it between her bosoms obscenely and observed him laughing, she relaxed at last.
"You're gonna be fucked," he told her as he slid his cock from between her bosoms and returned to her crotch.
He held her up and began driving his cock vigorously into her cunt hole.
"I'm gonna ram it so fucking deep in your cunt you'll taste it," he laughed.
Realizing what a big mistake she'd made by going off with Randy, Peggy hoped that the buddy he'd talked about would never show up. It was too much just taking him on.
"You want it, don't you?" he asked with a repugnant expression on his face.
How she wished she could tell him the truth. But at this point she recoiled in utter horror and simply shook her head.
"Oh, yes, you do," he told her.
He rammed his lust-inflamed prick in her cunt now and bent over, licking her lips hungrily. Moaning aloud she raised her head to stare up at him. But it did no good. He went on driving his prick in her tight pink cuntal sheath with determination. Her pleading eyes produced no response in him. With deliberate, slow and decisive movements, he placed his thumbs on the sensitive fleshy lips of her cunt, spreading the soft pubic curls as the pussy folds parted almost gluttonously, flowering open now. He went on ramming his prick into her cunt with determination and force. Her stomach churned in spasmodic confusion as he drove in now with driving, deep strokes.
Randy fucked her a couple of times and then he pulled his cock from her and let his face replace his penis. She watched as he licked. His tongue snaked in and out of her hopelessly exposed cunt in warm, warped, animal-like frenzy. Her breath came fast as she watched him obscenely licking down between her wide-spread thighs. His tongue raced in and out of her rapidly dilating cunt.
"Ohhh, stop it, stop it," she gasped between tightly clenched teeth.
His lips probed and explored until he found the pulsating button of her clitoris. He heard her gasping moan of pleasure as he sucked the tiny, throbbing pleasure bud vigorously between his teeth, clutching it tightly, laving his tongue over and around it in a series of rapidly increasing circles until eventually he opened his lust-hungry mouth wider, driving his tongue downward, back through the velvet moistened slit, to the hot, throbbing opening of her vaginal channel.
Peggy felt his hands grasping her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter to his face. He had become enraptured with his lustful tonguing of her cunt. Her mind became a turmoil as she thrilled to the erotic ecstasy flooding her being. His tongue lashed and licked and plunged into her receptive cunt hole.
"Ohhh, Randy," she panted. She had been shot into orbit, and now she was mewling and whimpering as he went on licking and tonguing the velvety confines of her moist, passion-charged cunt.
"Eat me," she begged. "Suck me, suck me." Seconds later she gushed. He pressed his mouth tighter to her pussy and hungrily lapped her up.
Once he'd finished sucking her, he pulled off her pussy and got to his feet, then threw his head back and laughed. He went to the bar and returned with a bottle of booze, pouring drinks for himself and Peggy. Peggy told him she didn't care to drink ... but he was adamant about her drinking. "Go ahead," he insisted, "have some drinks and laughs and we'll fuck and suck some more."
The last thing she wanted to do was have more sex with him. But he was bound and determined that she would do everything he wanted her to.
"I'll admit it," Randy chuckled, "I'm oversexed. I'm just a horny, good-for-nothing bastard."
He could laugh at himself, but when she saw his cock throbbing between his legs again, Peggy wasn't laughing.
"How would you like to have me sodomize you?" he winked.
Peggy shook her head. "Thanks, but no thanks," she said, hoping that would be the end of it.
But it wasn't
"My favorite movie," he commented, "was The Last Tango In Paris. I will never forget when Brando was buttering up his cock so he could stick his prick up this girl's asshole. It was a beautiful scene. They should have given him an award for that sodomy sequence."
That was too much. Shaking her head Peggy told him, "That'll be the day. When they give an award for a sodomy scene."
Randy looked at it another way.
"Movies have just become mature," he told her. "And by the way, I would like to apply some greasy butter to my prick so I can slide it up your asshole."
Alarmed at the thought, she tried once more to change the subject, but to no avail. For Randy had already gone to the kitchen and returned with a cube of butter. Placing it in her hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, he insisted she open the container which held the cube of butter.
"Open it up and butter my prick," he demanded. "Get it nice and slick and I'll stick it up your ass real quick."
He laughed as he had made the words rhyme. Peggy didn't find his poem amusing. She was fearful of accepting his long, hard cock up her asshole and the sight of him sitting there, insisting that she butter his throbbing male member troubled her. However, not certain of what he might do if she didn't follow through on his instructions she nevertheless complied with his instructions.
As she pulled the gold tin foil paper back from the quarter cube of butter, she looked into his eyes intently.
"You are really sick on the subject of sex. There isn't anything you don't want to try."
She applied the cube of butter to his shaft as he told her that wasn't true.
"I've never fucked a goose yet," he told her, "so there's still something I haven't tried."
Unaware of what he was talking about, Peggy asked him, "A goose?"
"Oh, yes," he enthused. "I knew this rich guy who used to fuck this wonderful goose. Said it was the best fuck you could imagine."
Peggy remained unimpressed.
"I suppose the next thing you'll tell me is that you sneak into a zoo and have a wild time screwing all the animals."
While she had thought it would be an insult, he took it as a brilliant suggestion.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea," he told her. "I don't see anything wrong with giving the animals a good time."
Undaunted at her suggestion, Randy could see humor in almost anything. Peggy immediately became defiant whea he wanted her to get on the floor.
"Why should I?" she demanded.
"Because," Randy told her, "it's like a game with me. I want you to crawl across the floor so I can use my belt to lash across your ass. Then I'll grab you when you get in front of the floor-length mirror over there and watch while I stick my slippery prick up your sweet asshole."
The degradation that was part of his pleasure bothered her.
"I don't like to crawl on the floor," the beautiful female pool hustler objected.
"Youll get on the floor," he said, his eyes lighting up menacingly.
Reluctantly, she got on the floor. Seizing a belt he began lashing it across her bare buttocks. The sting of the belt caused her to wince in pain. But Peggy wouldn't give Randy the satisfaction of responding to his brutal attack on her bottom.
"Crawl over toward that mirror," he ordered her.
Looking out of the comer of her eye she could see he was getting a big charge out of what he was doing. His throbbing, slick cock stood out from his loins. When she finally got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the position in front of the-mirror where he wanted to sodomize her, he dropped the belt quickly and got to his feet, grabbing her ass cheeks. Parting them suddenly he eased his shaft slowly forward. With a sudden surge, he lurched up her asshole. Peggy let out a shriek of pain and anger. Clamping his hand over her mouth quickly Randy told her to shut up. Shoving it savagely up her asshole now, he began ramming it to her in regular, hard jabs.
"Fuck it," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Fuck. That's how you do it. Ohhh, yes, now you're fucking. Keep it up!"
With intense, deep stabs he went on sliding inside of her. She thrilled to the erotic sensation of his big prick riding in her tight ass.
"Now you're fucking," he told her. "That's just the way I like it. Fuck. Fuck!"
He could feel the tightness of her ass grasping at his prick as he rode into her with quick, hard stabs.
"Grind your hips," he demanded as he reached out to grip her firm breasts.
She could feel his shaft penetrating deep into her ass now. Gyrating her buttocks for him seemed to please him.
"Yes," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck it."
With brutal, hard strokes he continued driving into her. His hands stroked her silken buttocks as he watched her twist.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," he gasped, squeezing the cheeks of her ass as he went on plunging brutally inside of her.
"I'm sorry," he told her as he laughed and went on riding in.
His balls slapped against her upturned ass cheeks as he continued stabbing inside of her pussy. Bending over farther now, he let his hands slip down to her pussy. Inserting his finger into her vagina, he found the nub of her clitoris. Pinching her love button he continued ramming in.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he went on ramming it to her, "fuck. Now you're doing it. Fuck it!"
He was fucking her with wild abandon. She was starting to enjoy it.
"Twist it, milk it," he told her as he rode in with a deep, hard jab.
Shamelessly, he was sliding his prick up her tortured rectum. Peggy eventually loved the maddening, rampaging prick deep in her asshole. His hammering, rapid, piledriving thrusts pleased her. At the same time his hot fingers pumping in her pussy stimulated her. She loved having him doing this to her. Peggy heaved her nakedly jerking buttocks back toward the humping man's penis as he continued driving in her anus with unbelievable force. Her thighs were trembling and her stomach quaking as if someone was pressing against it with unbelievable force.
"Keep it up," he told her as he went on driving in her flexing buttocks.
There was no pleasure like this. Her ass was so tight he knew that he could never enjoy anything quite this much. The spasmodic twitching of every muscle of her anus stimulated him as he plunged his prick in her another skewering inch. At the same time he worked his finger tips feverishly in her gripping, pink pussy which grabbed greedily.
His cock surged forward, driving up her asshole all the way.
"Ohhh, I'm almost there," he told her as her ass channel held him tightly.
He clenched his teeth and rode in at increasing pressure as she arched her muscled buttocks so he could force his thick cock deeper. She closed her eyes, feeling numb, in a dazed trance, as she felt him pull out and ram back in a wild sodomy performance.
"Fuck," he told her. "Fuck, you damned bitch, fuck!"
She did now, twisting her hips around. She was milking him. His bloated testicles bounced against her buttocks as he rammed it to her. Small emissions of sticky seminal fluid erupted from his penis tip as he rode in obscenely. Her ass muscles stretched for his deep driving prick. The foaming passions in his body were boiling out of control as he rode in further. She raised her buttocks up as he rammed back into the resilient skin of her ass.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he fucked her in the ass with deep, penetrating jabs. "I'm cumming," he told her. "Fuck it."
Her body, lithe, firm and eager, responded to his pumping, driving jabs. The reality of it all was almost more than she could take. His lust-engorged penis that was fucking her tortured anus relentlessly, was exploding. He went on cruelly driving it up between her ass cheeks as he slipped his fingers from her pussy and grabbed her tits, squeezing them provocatively. His lewdly slapping balls were exploding now. The salacious delight of his sticky sperm filling up her rectum pleased her. He was sloshing in his own cum as he thrust in with hard, plunging jabs.
"Fuck it," he gasped, "fuck."
She squeezed the cream out of his cock as he finished shoving.
Slowly easing his prick from her asshole, he slapped her buttocks appreciatively.
"That's a super cool ass fuck you gave me," he told her.
Randy rolled over and Peggy hastily got something more to drink. By talking to him and encouraging him to drink she figured she would get him so stoned that she could get out of there before his buddy returned. The last thing she wanted now was to take on two men. This sex monster had been enough for one night.
"I want you to stay for breakfast," he told her.
"Sure, Randy," Peggy whispered.
Peggy was silently thinking. She had made a big mistake by going out with anyone. After all, she reasoned, she could do well at her game as a pool hustler without having to become involved with men like Randy. She should go for high-class, sophisticated men. Why couldn't she? After all, she was a celebrity of sorts in her own rights. But if she carried on like this with wanton sexual scenes her reputation could collapse and she would be ruined.
When she observed Randy was starting to sleep and she heard him snoring, she figured it was time to get out of there and swiftly. Hastily she dressed and noiselessly tiptoed across the living room and out the hall.
She went outside in the night and realized that she was alone and looking for a taxi. Hurrying to a corner liquor store she placed a call for a cab.
While she was waiting for the cab, the liquor store proprietor got nosy and asked her if something was troubling her.
"No," she said anxiously, "nothing at all."
Judging from the way she was acting, the liquor store proprietor knew something was annoying her. But he wasn't sure of what.
When the cab finally came Peggy was grateful to get out of there and fast.
Chapter Five
When Peggy went back to Nick's poolhall the following day, her reputation had indeed spread. Quite a few men were there, ready to see if they could top her.
"Hi, sister," one man smirked as he strode in.
She looked at him and shrugged. All eyes focused on her as she went over to the bar and sat down to talk to Nick. Jauntily the man walked over to her and asked, "How about playing a game with me?"
"Sure, why not?" she said with the pride of a pro as she got off the bar stool and went over to pick up a pool cue to give the man an opportunity to see her firsthand.
The customers who watched close by, all began placing bets. Nick was pleased and he was certain she would win again.
It didn't take her long to prove how right he was. As she began winning, the man became more angry. When she won she sighed with relief, glanced at her watch and told him, "That didn't take too long, did it?"
The men who were around applauded. But the man that she had beaten at pool was not quite so happy.
"How about putting up a hundred dollars?" he asked her. "Let's see if you're good for it!"
Looking at him with disgust, she told him, "What are you talking about? Of course I'm good for it."
This time his eyes studied her. Every move that she made he was watching. As the other men crowded around the pool table, they watched tensely. Most of them had been beating.
Taking her time, Peggy played it for all it was worth.. She wanted to let them realize that she could give them a game they would never forget.
When she had won again, the temperature rose in the man who had volunteered the hundred dollar bet.
"Here's your fuckin' hundred," he blurted, hurling three twenties and four tens on the table.
At that very moment a vice officer walked in and looked at both Peggy and the man who had tossed the money on the table.
"Weren't gambling by any chance, were you?" the vice officer grinned knowingly, at both of them.
"What are you talking about?" Nick asked, coming out from behind the bar in dismay.
"You know you're not supposed to let gambling go on around here," the officer said angrily.
Nick was chagrined.
"I didn't know anything about it," he said innocently.
"Not much," the officer told him. "I think you're gonna have to tell it to the judge."
At that point Peggy couldn't take it anymore.
"Get the fuck out of here," she quipped quickly.
"Hush up, honey, and relax," Nick told her.
"We'll take care of everything."
Once the place had been closed up, Nick got together with Peggy and his attorney.
"You finished things up fast for me," he told her. "It really burned me up. They've got a new man on the beat and that's the way it is."
A siege of panic almost hit Peggy as she blamed him.
"You said it was safe," she told him, "and it's obvious it wasn't. I never had a record till now."
The attorney spoke up. "If you've got the money," he told her, "you don't have to worry. We can take care of our part of it. But it will cost you, Nick."
Nick agreed and Peggy did, too.
"Damn it, I'm not gonna go to jail," the female pool hustler complained.
Once the case had been settled and she had been almost cleaned out of cash, Nick suggested they go to another location.
"I've got some pals around New Orleans," he explained, "and maybe we could go down there. You could do the pool hustling and I'll work on the gambling. No money will change hands in the open. It will all be done in complete privacy."
"I hope so," she told him. "I don't want to go through this hell again."
Nick prided himself in being able to pull anything off if he gave it enough time and thought. He contacted his friends who ran the Out-Of-Sight pool parlor not far from New Orleans.
Once they agreed to the arrangement asking for a piece of the cut, Nick told her what it would be. "I get twenty-five percent, they get twenty-five percent and you get fifty. Not bad, is it?"
As she listened to him talking, Peggy realized that he had a mind for business.
"Well, guess it wouldn't hurt to try," she admitted.
Nick had to sell his place and tend to some things. Peggy knew it was too hot for her to try anything now. However, she had become concerned over her nymphomaniac tendencies and thought she ought to visit a doctor. She selected a local doctor that she felt could give her a physical examination and speak confidentially to her. When she went into Dr. Stevens office a few days later, she was nervous. But the sensitive nurse made it easy for her.
"Just step into the examination room," she explained, "and slip into the white robe over there."
At first it made Peggy nervous to think about stripping for a doctor. Yet she knew it was probably a very common, everyday practice for him.
Once she had eased out of her clothes, she slipped on the white examination gown. Remaining as cool as possible she waited to tell her story to the doctor. Perhaps he might discover something about her vagina that caused her to be so anxious for sex. Maybe that was why her conduct bordered on that of a nymphomaniac.
Peggy sat on the examination table, which was cold and sterile. Then the handsome young doctor came in to examine her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Thorpe," he smiled at her.
"Good afternoon, Doc," Peggy said, her voice choked with emotion.
"What is your problem, young lady?" he asked with some concern.
"I... I don't know," Peggy blurted, her eyes looking away now.
"Young lady," the doctor shook his head, "perhaps if you could relax, that would help. I sometimes find people relax if the doctor proves that he isn't afraid to do the same thing he asked them to do."
Peggy's eyes brightened as he spoke. It made sense. If he wanted her to expose her body to him ... why shouldn't he expose his body to her?
The young doctor momentarily stepped into the next room and in a few moments slipped into a white gown once he was naked. Returning to the room, they both stood before each other wearing white examination robes.
"You sure came back in a hurry," Peggy smiled.
Dr. Stevens assured her that he always liked to tend to business.
"Now I'll just sit here," he smiled reassuringly, "and you come over here and let me check everything out"
The first thing the doctor did was to unfasten the front of her gown. As he looked at her large ripe bosoms he felt his cock get an instant hard-on.
"My, my," he smiled, "what a well-developed young woman you are."
The doctor permitted his hands to slip down to her crotch. Gently parting her pouting pussy lips he looked lustfully at the glistening, moistening flesh. His fingers trembled as he told her that he could give her a better examination if she would stretch out on the table for him.
Stepping over to the examination table, Peggy stretched out for him. Her eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of his huge, throbbing penis. His examination gown had fallen to the side, revealing his enormous prick. It was in a state of stiff erection and with each movement his young pecker throbbed more visibly.
"Why don't you lie here beside me," he suggested as he got up on the table with her.
Lying beside her now, his eyes swept the length of her lovely legs. The thing that impressed him most was her hair-fringed fissure. Licking his lips in anticipation as he gazed down there, Dr. Stevens felt prompted to reach to the subtle curves of her belly and farther.
"You're such a sweet thing," he told her.
Peggy parted her pussy lips for him.
"Would you like to lick me down there, Doctor?" she smiled.
The young doctor's eyes swept down to her vagina. He licked his lips noisily and told her that it would be a great honor.
As she showed him the velvety expanse of her cuntal flesh, she watched him. He was staring hard now at her crotch, obviously anxious to taste her.
"Don't be bashful," she told him, parting her legs farther.
The young doctor went down between her legs. His tongue slid along her slit as he enjoyed the slickness and warmth between her legs.
"Beg me," the doctor grinned.
"Lick my pussy," she panted.
Grasping her smooth, young ass cheeks, he pulled her crotch to his mouth. His tongue swerved into her vagina.
"Yes, yes," Peggy panted, "lick me. Make me cum in your mouth."
The doctor didn't say anything now. For the beautiful young woman tilted her pussy up to him in an open invitation. He got right in there and licked up and down with his anxious tongue. It got wetter and she began trembling.
"Wrap your legs around my shoulders dear," he smiled.
Throwing her young legs over his shoulders, Peggy pumped her pussy upward, grinding her cunt right in his face.
"Eat cunt," Peggy demanded urgently.
The young doctor enjoyed clasping her nicely curved buttocks as his tongue slid in her twat. He could feel his hard-on getting more stimulated than ever now as his tongue slid in smoothly. The lips of her pussy were creamy wet and overflowing. She watched as he went on licking at her slit.
"Suck me, suck me," she begged frantically.
He kept his tongue pumping in her pussy, getting her so aroused she was trembling.
"That feels so good," she gasped. "Eat it. Love me!"
The young doctor was breathing harder and deeper and she could feel the hot grip of his breath as he sucked her box. It was wonderful having him hold her ass cheeks like this.
"Poke your finger up my asshole," Peggy begged.
She watched as the young doctor drove his ringer deep inside of her asshole, sending a surge of lusty pleasure through her tingling body.
"Fuck me in my asshole," she begged over and over.
He went on tongue fucking her cunt while he fingered her ass. Peggy was so excited she was about to cream.
"Ohhh, that's what I like, lick it," she told him.
"Stick it and lick it!"
The young doctor could smell the pungent aroma of her crotch. He could taste her as his tongue continued sliding inside of her. What he wanted more than anything was the opportunity to eat a beautiful woman's cunt. It wouldn't be much longer before the great pleasure would be his.
He continued driving his finger up her asshole and sucking at her crotch. Her voice became low and throaty. The young doctor continued stabbing his finger up her asshole and sucking on her crotch. "I love it," she panted as she pumped her cunt in his face. "Suck me. Don't ever stop."
He continued licking and lapping at her pussy as she gushed. To see how stimulated she had become sent burning pangs of heated passion raging uncontrollably in his body. As his hot fingers grasped her round ass cheeks, he got nis face right down in her cunt and sucked.
"I can't stand it," Peggy groaned. "Ohhh, yes, yes."
Delicious waves of orgasmic sensation swept over her body as the doctor's deep tongue thrusts brought a gurgling cry of wanton passion from her trembling lips.
"Suck me, suck me," she begged anxiously.
Peggy's silky brown hair flailed about her face as she felt sensations in her hot cunt she had never known before. The doctor could taste the delicious cunt juices starting to flow freely now. She levered her legs over his shoulders as she pressed her cunt tightly to his mouth. She wanted to capture every erotic pleasure possible. His hot tongue, probing in Peggy's pussy, stimulated her as if electrical shocks were arousing her. Gushing and juicing in his mouth she listened to him noisily lick her up.
Pulling his tongue from her pussy he didn't hesitate to proudly show her his huge penis.
"I've got to fuck you," he insisted as he showed her his huge cock.
Sliding swiftly out of his white examination robe, completely, the young doctor gripped his huge, throbbing cock and pumped it a couple of times. His body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle tensed as he jacked his virile, long shaft with one hand, cupping his balls with the other.
"Hurry, hurry," Peggy pleaded, splaying her legs wider to give him greater access to her open cunt.
Grasping the full length of his huge prick as he mounted her, she pumped forward. Her hands eased his long cock into her cunt. She could feel its heating pulse against her soft palms and the warm, sticky fluid that seeped in tiny white rivulets from the blood-inflated head. Guiding it into her cuntal crevice she carefully pistoned it between the moisture-covered lips of her pussy. She steadied it there with one hand and placed the other on the young doctor's bare buttocks, drawing with all of her strength to put his penis into her and let it drown in the gnawing hot desires of her insatiable pussy. .
Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the first electrical contact against the ragged edges of her moistly hungry cunt. Holding her breath for what seemed like an eternity, she shoved forward anxiously. L
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged eagerly. The expression of lust that contorted his face, the misty sheen of perspiration covering their bodies as they began fucking vigorously stimulated her completely.
"I want your prick," she cried in wanton, lustful abandon as her body quaked convulsively in heated passion.
Raging genital fires in Peggy's loins built to a violent crescendo. The young doctor rode into her, frantically stabbing his cock inside her cunt with all of his might. Her hands groped for his naked buttocks, her fingers tightening in the soft fleshiness of his ass cheeks.
"Give it to me," he begged.
The doctor pumped in now with all of his might. Peggy was almost hysterical as she felt him sinking his thick, lust-bloated erection ever deeper into the tightly clasping grip of her cunt. She thrilled to the hugeness impaling her like this. With a sexual instinct born of desperation, she tightened her cunt muscles in an anxious attempt to get him all in. Her frenzied clenching indicated to the young doctor just how anxious she was to feel him exploding inside her pussy. She wanted to experience all the sensations of that juicy, sticky cum load shooting in her now. The lustful gleam in her eyes told the doctor he could do anything he wanted with her.
"Do you like to get fucked?" he smiled understandihgly.
Nodding, Peggy cried out, "Fuck, fuck me."
Thrusting his rigid long prick in her cunt he could feel her oily cunt muscles clutching at his dick as he drove in deeper.
"Why don't you slide your finger up my asshole, honey?" he smiled.
Parting his sinewy, young buttocks, she eased her finger up his tight rectum.
"Great," he exclaimed as he continued stabbing his prick into her.
The freedom that she was enjoying now as he pounded his cock into her cunt was evident. The smile of ecstasy on her face, and her wiggling erect-nippled tits indicated how much she was enjoying this. Sliding her finger from his tight asshole, she gripped his firm buttocks, squeezing them affectionately as she told him, "Let's make it together!"
She kept grinding her cunt over his cock as he rode in. It wasn't long before his penis exploded.
His throbbing penis was unloading wave after wave of sperm. She was cuming, too, adding lusty lubrication for his slick long shaft.
"Never stop fucking me," Peggy gasped.
When he'd filled her up with his cum, her hands eased from his sinewy bare buttocks up to his shoulders. Holding the doctor close, she savored the erotic sensation of his juice exploding in her cunt.
Once he'd finished fucking her she came back to reality.
"What was it you came to see me about?" the doctor asked her with a sly smile forming on his face.
"I was worried," she said softly. "I was concerned. I'm afraid I'm a nymphomaniac."
As the doctor eased his cock from her drenched pussy, he shook his head.
"Damn it if you aren't," he told her. "It's remarkable. You enjoy it more than any woman I've ever made it with."
Placing her hand over his lips she begged him not to say another word.
"Please," she told the young doctor, "please don't tell me that. I feel bad enough already."
The young doctor smiled.
"You don't have to feel bad," he told her. "It's wonderful when a woman enjoys sex. All the time I have women coming to me saying they can't stand doing it with their husbands."
"Is that true?" Peggy asked in amazement.
"Yes, that's true," he confided. "It's strange, but it's true."
Peggy realized that he was doing his best to teach her all he could about sex. Yet it was obvious that she would always be this way.
"For example," he explained, "if you truly were oversexed, you would never stop. Right now you'd reach for my prick and begin licking on it."
As she glanced at his hardening cock swinging between his hairy legs, she suddenly felt the urge
Dr him again. Reaching out, she grasped his stiff penis. Dropping to her knees she brought it to her lips and began giving him a good cock suck. He bent over and gripped her head, guiding himself. Her tender young lips in a caressing oval around his protruding stem pleased him.
"Go on," he urged breathlessly, "suck my prick off. Go ahead, do it."
Her cock-hungry mouth slipped further over his pulsating penis. Fingering his balls, she went on blowing him. She closed her eyes to savor his unique flavor.
"Ohhh, suck my prick," the doctor panted, "suck me."
Lovingly Peggy massaged his swelling balls, working her mouth vigorously up and down the entire length of his long shaft.
"Suck me," he whispered, "suck my prick." When she didn't fasten her lips firmly to his penis, he complained.
"It's important," the doctor explained, "when you're giving a blow job, to keep your lips fastened firmly on a man's cock. That's vital. It might become so slick with your saliva you would slip off when I'm shooting."
Realizing what a difficult job it was to give a first-class blow job, Peggy tightened her lip grip on his prick. He began plunging his cock down hej throat with rapid-fire, lustful movements.
"That's real nice," he told her. "Now you'n giving head, honey. Just like that. Suck it."
Grasping his sinewy ass cheeks tightly, she went on licking and sucking and eating his prick with dedication.
"I'm almost there," he panted as he pumped it to her now. "Just like that. Suck. Suck my prick. Suck it off."
His hot juices were boiling in his balls. Knowing that he couldn't hold it much longer until he unloaded, he demanded that she eat it. Grasping his sinewy ass cheeks firmly, she let her mouth fasten on his thick penis as he exploded. Hot, white streams of cum surged down her throat as she gobbled greedily.
"Suck off, baby," the horny young doctor gasped in a wild frenzy of passionate, sensual emotion.
He threw his head from side to side as she finished licking his prick off. Finally he released his grip on her head and complimented her.
"Best damned cock suck I've had in ages," he told her. "Say, maybe you could drop around once a week."
Peggy wasn't pleased with this cryptic comment.
"I don't think it's very nice of you to say that," she told him flatly.
Getting to her feet she returned to the examination table and sat down on the edge of it.
"I thought you were going to check me out," she reminded him.
"I will in a minute," he told her as he came over and pulled a chair up to the examination table.
He put a light on her vagina and then used the back of his thumbs to part the moist flanges of her ragged pussy lips. As he gazed fondly at the glistening pink flesh he had to admit, "You're a nice piece of ass."
"Does that mean everything's all right?" Peggy asked anxiously.
"You bet," he told her, his eyes lighting up. "I don't see anything wrong with you at all. Of course, you're going to have to learn to control yourself. Men will go ape over you. That means you will have to use some discretion, shall I say?"
The doctor began dressing and Peggy was concerned.
"Now I hope you're not going to charge me for this visit," she declared.
"Of course not," he told her. "Any time you want to come back, of course I will welcome you with open arms."
Peggy smiled gratefully as she got dressed.
The nurse looked at her askance as she walked out, Peggy returned a withering glance.
Chapter Six
A couple of weeks later Peggy and Nick headed for New Orleans.
"I've always wanted to go to New Orleans," she told him. "They say it is one of the most beautiful cities in the nation."
"You'll like it," Nick assured her. "It has everything. A great university, beautiful hotels and, of course, that fabulous French Quarter."
Just the mention of the name "French Quarter" seized Peggy's imagination.
"What's the French Quarter like?" she asked.
"That's the old part of the city," he explained.
"It's hardly been touched since the Frenchmen came there. You'll love it. There are quaint brick streets, artistic buildings with wrought iron balconies and, of course, a lot of prostitution goes on around there."
"Shame," Peggy winked and laughed as she thought about it.
Silently, however, she was wondering if she wanted to switch from being a pool hustler to a French-Quarter hooker. Keeping these thoughts to herself, however, she talked seriously to Nick.
"Have you ever been married, Nick?" she asked him.
"A few times," Nick replied.
Peggy didn't say much more to. him and he didn't bother her about her private life.
That night when they stayed in a motel-, Nick signed them in as man and wife.
"No monkey business," she told him when it was time to go to bed.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked her with a sly smile.
Shaking her head, Peggy assured him that she didn't.
"Why should I?" she demanded.
That was a good question and Nick didn't have the answer.
When they got back on the highway the following morning, Peggy felt a sense of relief. Nick had kept his word and not bothered her sexually. She was trying to think of business now and forget about sex. That was the important thing..
"What's the name of this poolhall we're going to?" she asked curiously.
"It's the Tropicale," he told her, "and it's on the highway to New Orleans. About ten miles outside of town. It attracts a lot of people from the city." "Why?" she asked curiously. "You have to know everything?" Nick asked, obviously not wanting to tell her.
They continued driving down the highway and
Peggy looked out at the small homes that dotted the countryside. As she looked at the farms and the simple folk who lived there, she envied them.
How she wished that she could enjoy this kind of life. It was close to earth and nature. That would be the wholesome life. Somehow her life had become one wherein she was setting people up at the pool table, or pushing men away who were trying to get fresh with her.
It pleased Peggy to think she had succeeded in St. Louis. Nick's poolhall had been an ideal spot to get her started. She began thinking about Florida Fats. She wondered what he was doing.
"Did you hear anymore about Florida Fats after I put him in his place?" she asked Nick.
Nick shook his head. "Florida Fats travels a lot," he explained. "He could be anywhere now. Most likely he's in Atlantic City. They've got gambling there now and that would probably lure him." .
As the day wore on, they got tired and Peggy was glad when they stopped for a late lunch. By nightfall she was eager to get some more rest at the Starlight Motel where Nick stopped. Again she reminded him that there was not going to be anything on the side at bedtime.
"You sure don't trust me," he complained.
"Of course I don't," she assured him. "And why should I?"
Nick laughed at her candor. It was obvious she understood him.
Late the following afternoon, just as the sun was setting, they pulled into New Orleans. Peggy was fascinated by the glamourous city.
"I love it here," she told him. "It's really beautiful. These quaint buildings. But you must take me to the French Quarter for dinner tonight."
Nick was getting bothered. He'd been with plenty of other women who were trying to put the permanent make on him and he didn't appreciate it.
"Why should I take you out?" he demanded.
This burned Peggy up.
"We're business partners, Nick," she reminded him. "You've got a stake in me. I'm the sharpest female pool hustler in the country. So you'd better treat me good."
Nick broke up laughing as she bragged about herself.
"Maybe we can visit some of the poolhalls in the
Quarter," he told her.
They parked on Bourbon Street and then got out and began walking. When they came to the Patio Restaurant she became so carried away she insisted on dining there and nowhere else. Under, the trees with the twinkling lights in their boughs, the diners were seated at their tables. The flickering candlelight on each table added a note of nostalgic festivity. A waiter asked them if they wanted to be seated and then the hostess came over and sat them down at a table near a three-tier splashing fountain complimented by blue lights. A small Dixieland combo was playing in the corner and Nick was excited about being in New Orleans once again.
"This is a nice town," he admitted.
Following a delicious New Orleans meal of shrimp Creole style, and a special dessert the Patio Restaurant served, consisting of chocolate eclairs, they began walking down the streets. There were plenty of bars and then Nick spotted a pool parlor. "Why don't you go in there and try your luck?" he suggested.
Peggy knew that it would not be easy, but she would try. She watched some men that she figured were gambling and discovered they were. She suggested that perhaps she could join them. One man laughed and the other did, too.
"Put your money where your mouth is," she said in a low voice. "I'll take you on for a hundred. How about that?"
Raising an eyebrow, the leathery-skinned older man shook his head.
"It's not nice to take money away from babies," he chuckled.
"All right," she told him. "It may not be nice, but it's profitable. A hundred bucks. That's what I'll put up. And we'll see who wins."
Not many of the people in the poolhall paid any attention to them. But Peggy was once again at it. Her precise plays brought admiration from everyone except the man she'd made the bet with. When the game was over and she won, the man was about to renege. However, Nick swooped in and went over to him.
"Give the little lady her money," he told him. "Well I never," the man complained. "I've heard of guys pimping for broads. But I never heard of a man collecting a bad debt like this. There's something wrong that she won. I know there is. I've never seen a lady pool hustler before."
"Well, there's always a first time," Peggy said with heavy sarcasm as Nick warned him he had better pay or else.
Feeling he might be in for a lot of trouble, the disgusted older man paid off. When the owner of the poolhall saw what was happening, he came over and told Peggy and Nick to get out.
"Gladly," Nick told him. "But take it easy. There's gambling going on here and I'd hate to report it to anybody."
A smile of satisfaction swept over Peggy's face as they left together.
"I'm gonna buy you a drink," Peggy laughed as they went on down the street where a Dixieland band was playing.
"I love Dixieland music," Peggy enthused. "And those quaint street lights."
Her eyes took in everything. The old-fashioned French Quarter street lamps, the brick streets, the shops lining the crowded area, the curio shops as well as the wrought iron balconies which looked down on the main street.
"I wish we could stay right here."
"It might get too hot here," Nick explained. "The man who runs the Tropicale has it made outside the city."
Once in the bar, Peggy was surprised at the sexy dancing going on on the floor. A couple of smooth-skinned mulattos were performing. A handsome, muscular man and a beautiful mulatto female. Their sensuous fire dance brought ohs, and ahs from the audience as they watched with baited breath.
"Look at them go," Nick observed. "Now that's what I call dancing. You'd never see it anywhere in the country but right here in the French Quarter."
After their drinks and some more dancing, they left.
"Where are we staying tonight?" she asked him.
"Let's go to the Creole," he told her. "That's an old hotel not far from here. It has a lot of character."
Sure enough, the Creole did have a lot of distinction. It was set on a narrow, cobblestone street with a small green lawn with shade trees covering the front office. The small rooms with their shuttered windows overlooked the entire Quarter.
"You know, Nick, you surprise me," Peggy observed."You really have some class. I figured you were a man who didn't know how to live.
Judging from the places you've picked, I guess I was wrong. This is a charming hotel."
Nick got them a suite of rooms and this surprised her, too.
"Now why are you doing all this for me?" she demanded once they were in the rooms with the French Provincial furniture.
"Maybe I like you," he told her.
"I've explained to you," Peggy reminded him, "that I'm not getting serious about any man. I have my career."
"Some career," he laughed.
Silently Peggy was thinking. She was thinking about the loyalty and love she felt for Ken. No man could ever replace him. And she knew very well she shouldn't even try. All of her wild sexual escapades were but a method of escape from the ugly torture of the reality that she faced.
"Ken," she told him, "was my love. Try to understand."
"But that doesn't mean you don't like to fuck around," he said, tapping her on her buttocks.
"I'm a pool hustler," she reminded him. "That's what I enjoy ... and that's what I'm going to do."
She had her own bedroom. But once she had undressed Nick was so horny for her he couldn't resist his impulse. He had to open the door and come in. He stood there in his shorts, his crotch bulging, staring at her naked bosoms as she eased into bed.
"Did you ever think of knocking first?" she asked angrily.
It was apparent that Nick wanted to have a good time with her.
"Let's shower together."
Although she was reluctant at first, Peggy finally decided she might as well. Getting into the shower with him proved to be a pleasure. The water relaxed Peggy as it swept over her body.
"We're like a couple of kids," Nick smiled as he used the soap to wash her bosoms.
When they were slick with soap, he put the soap down and began playing with her breasts. The next thing she knew he was slipping the soap down between her legs.
"What are you trying to do?" Peggy giggled. "I'm gonna give you a soap fuck," he told her as he gently eased the tip of the soap into her vagina. "Stop it," she objected.
Turning around, she was surprised when he told her what he expected next.
"Bend over," he demanded, "and let me soap out your asshole."
Peggy bent over and she felt him slipping the soap into her tender ass crack. He eased it back and forth a couple of times and then pulled it away.
"I can hardly wait to drive my prick up your ass," Nick confessed.
After they had finished showering, they got out of the shower stall and dried off together. While they were lying on the bed Peggy noticed he'd brought a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom.
"I'll get my cock ready with this," he explained.
Uncapping the jar of Vaseline, he immediately proceeded to apply a thick coat of the slippery substance to his throbbing, male member.
Peggy watched as he pumped on his cock with Vaseline.
"Looks slick when you pull on it like that," she observed.
"Pull on it for me," Nick urged her.
Peggy's hand grasped his manhood. Pulling vigorously the length of his shiny, long shaft, she watched his bloated balls jiggling.
"That feels great," Nick told Peggy. "Keep it up. Don't ever stop."
Peggy kept pulling on his pulsating penis.
"Pump it," he insisted.
Peggy was pumping more life into his throbbing, long cock. He could hardly wait for the moment when it would explode. He wanted to feel her ass muscles seize his cock and squeeze the cream right out of it as he fucked her from behind.
It was wonderful how her inhibitions were disappearing. She was losing all of her guilt feelings.
Nick told her the position he wanted her in.
"I want you to bend over so far that all I can see is your ass," he laughed.
The naked young woman was in the middle of the bed. Her horny lover was glancing in the mirror as he placed his hands on her buttocks. Parting her ass cheeks, he inserted his huge, slick, thick penis. The blood-engorged tip pressed against her tight anus. For the first time in her life Peggy felt fear. The insistent shove of his huge, throbbing prick up her tight asshole was hurting like the devil.
"Oh, stop it, Nick," she begged. "You're hurting me."
"It won't hurt for long," he promised her.
Grasping her silken ass cheeks firmly, he rammed all of his prick meat right up her behind. She let out a howl of pain, as she felt his surging, throbbing cock invading the tight precincts of her rectum. Nick's bloated balls slapped lewdly on Peggy's upturned ass cheeks as he rode in with speedy, hard cock jabs.
Glancing in the mirror he could see his thick, throbbing cock pulling out and shoving back in her ass all the way. It pleased Nick to see her hips wiggling in response to his stabbing cock jabs. However, Peggy was in such pain at this moment while her ass stretched to accommodate his thick prick that she could barely move.
"Twist your tail," Nick insisted. "Fuck it for me."
At this instant the rubbery grip of her tight anus pulled on his penis as she began to wiggle. Falling deliciously into the whirling maelstrom of orgasmic delight, she told him to keep on ramming it to her.
The pain that she had first experienced when he drove his thick, hard prick into her behind was vanishing. It had been replaced with a strange kind of erotic pleasure. Now that Nick was sending his Vaseline-slick prick up her hot, sizzling asshole all the way, she wanted it.
"Harder," she begged. "Let me feel every inch of it."
At that moment Peggy looked forward to the exciting sensation of his hot, liquid, creamy cum shooting up her tight asshole.
"Beautiful," he exclaimed as he watched her trembling ass cheeks when he shoved back to meet his driving cock.
Salacious sensations seethed through her body, causing her to discover a new kind of erotic pleasure. Peggy's buttocks were obscenely undulating as his huge, skewering cock kept pumping in. Nick's throbbing balls beat a steady tattoo against her naked, upturned ass cheeks as he continued driving in with all of his lustful might.
"Screw me," Peggy begged. "Fuck me hard. Harder!"
The beautiful female pool hustler with her wiggling ass, was giving Nick the fuck of his life. His gleaming, wet shaft rammed in her with wild force. Exquisite pain surfaced when his deeply probing penis thrilled her. Tingling ripples of delicious excitement swam through her body now. Reaching underneath, Nick let his fingers probe deeply into her pussy. Squeezing her love button, he got her even more aroused.
"Yes, yes," he gasped, "fuck. Fuck!"
Gasping as the electrifying sensations that were surging through her body now excited her so much she could hardly stand it, Nick patted her bare buttocks. Her ass cheeks clenched involuntarily as her hips ground back and forth. Nick was sinking his blistering cock deep into the wetness of her slick asshole.
"I'm starting to cum," he told her as he felt his penis head oozing some of its juice.
It was providing a perfect lubrication for his pistoning penis stabs.
"Ohhh," she moaned, "I love it. It feels so good."
He watched the glistening wetness of his lust-engorged member slide smoothly in and out of her asshole, moistly lubricated with his own juice. "I want it," she moaned. "Harder." At first it seemed as if she could never stand it. Now it seemed as if she couldn't get enough of it. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure swept over her as his throbbing, mammoth prick invaded her ass. The pain was driving her insane. Peggy kept her ass wiggling as he sat astride her, riding deeply. Her ass squirmed and churned as the huge spearing penis continued plunging in deeply.
"Yes," he gasped as he finger fucked her cunt in rhythm to his cock stabs in her asshole. "You're beautiful."
Nick's free hand played with the fleshiness of her buttocks while his other hand worked industriously in her cunt. Crudely he was ramming in her now, fucking her frantically with his rock-hard cock.
"Screw me," she groaned anxiously. "Fuck me." Peggy was screaming hysterically as Nick, continued driving his lust-bloated prick ever deeper into the tightly clasping nether grip of her ass. She could feel Nick's hugeness impaling her far up her very bowels. With sexual desperation she tightened the muscles of her rectum, trying to force the vile rigidity from her bowels, but this proved to be a mistake. Her desperate clenching only excited him that much more and as the soft, clinging walls of her rectum closed arousingly around his turgid stiffness, he began to slam his loins hard against her upsurging naked buttocks. His balls swung heavily on her ass cheeks as he pumped deeper, ever deeper.
"Hang tight, honey," he exclaimed, "I'm almost there."
Lustfully he rammed it in all the way and shot his wad high up her asshole. He was slothing in his own sperm as he drove in a couple more times with wild vigor.
At last he eased his prick from her behind, and slipped his fingers from her pussy. Then he got underneath her.
"Cover my face with your pussy," he begged. "I'm gonna eat you."
The lurid request he was making upon her to sit on his face strangely aroused her. Peggy ground hotly against his tongue as he surged in her with muffled, hoarse gasps.
She could feel his hands gripping her ass cheeks as she vigorously rode his face.
"Yes, yes," she cried excitedly as the time bomb of her passion was ticking away, ready to explode in his mouth at any instant.
Nick continued hungrily sucking her now, savoring the deicious taste of her. He enjoyed the sight of her curly brown pubic hairs. They tickled his nose as he sucked her cunt. Her sweat-drenched naked body kept pumping against his face. She was shuddering now as she moved closer to climax. The agonizing grimace of rising desire twisted her features into a mask of complete surrender.
"Suck me," she urged. "Eat my cunt!"
Peggy's inflamed pussy was arousing him. His lascivious tongue movements into her spread cunt lips had her lewdly excited, too.
"Ohhh," she panted as she kept pumping her moistly heated cunt over his mouth, "suck me, suck me."
She could feel his finger slipping up her asshole. Peggy loved the invasion of her behind as he continued fucking her.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "suck me .. . eat me."
Delicious thrills made her body tingle as they carried her closer to climax. When she knew she was cuming she shoved her cunt hard over his mouth, delighting in the lewd sounds of his noisy sucking, licking and lapping her there. The pungent scent of her pussy excited him all the more. The taste of her juices had him gasping with lustful desire as he ate her.
He sucked on the downy curls of her cunt and when he finished eating her he looked up at her with passionate pleasure. Peggy's heart was racing wildly. She was falling for Nick. She had an idea that he was trying to get her to forget Ken.
"Peggy," he whispered, "will you forgive me?" Shaking her head, she told him, "Never. I'm enjoying it too much to ever forgive you." They lay like this a long moment and then he began talking business.
Chapter Seven
"Now we're going to the Tropicale Pool Hall tomorrow," he told her. "The important thing is for you to act like you're a beginner. We've got to use a little strategy. If you come on too strong, you'll wreck everything."
Peggy agreed. Plans had to be made now that would eventually bring them both the kind of income that they desired.
"Don't worry," she told him. "I'll handle it."
"You've got to play it cagey," Nick reminded her. "The moment a lady enters a pool hall, the men are gonna turn and look. I mean it isn't exactly the kind of place you find a lady. Men like to talk dirty, gamble and drink in a pool parlor. So when a woman sets foot in there they wonder if she's a hooker."
Peggy didn't appreciate that at all.
"Well, maybe some women would put a question mark in their minds if they set foot in a pool parlor," she chided him, "but not me. I'm not that kind."
Nick realized that he'd made a mistake to illustrate it in this manner.
"Of course you're not, Peggy," he told her. "You've got real class. All the way up your ass."
He patted her silken buttocks playfully as he recalled vividly the erotic thrills that he'd found in screwing her from behind.
"Did your boyfriend fuck you wild like I do?" he grinned.
Peggy didn't find that funny. She began crying as if her heart would break.
"What did I do?" Nick shook his head in dismay.
"I'm sensitive about that," she explained. "Real sensitive."
The next morning they had breakfast and left immediately for the Tropical Pool Parlor. When they pulled up to the rather unique pool parlor in a small suburb of New Orleans, Peggy shook her head.
"So this is where your friend lives?"
"Yes," Nick assured her, "and you will be pleased to meet Rick. He's a young man but he has a good place here. And there's a lot of gambling going on with the pool playing."
When they went into the pool parlor and the men turned around to look at her, Peggy blushed right down to the neckline of her dress, where the heat spread and pooled in her collarbone. It wasn't that she was a stranger to men looking at her, but she felt riddled with guilt. Deliberately trying to look away from them, she realized why she had come to the Tropicale Pool Parlor. She was there for one purpose ... to take them. That blush burned her skin as she looked up at Rick, who was much younger than she thought he would be.
"Rick, I want you to meet Peggy," Nick introduced her.
Rick wanted her to speak with him in his office in private. Once they were in his office, he sat down behind his desk and talked to her. His dark eyes looked through her. It was almost as if he could read everything she was thinking.
"Well I'll be damned," he smiled. "If this isn't the first female pool hustler I've ever met."
Shaking her head, Peggy asked him if he was trying to say something negative.
"Women are creatures of intrigue," he whispered sensuously, "and no man really knows if his heart is safe in the hands of a woman. Your eyes, Peggy, are beautiful. But I'm sure that you are able to use all of your physical advantages to your monetary benefit."
Peggy saw what he was driving at.
"Yes," she told him, "and I can help the house, too."
The frown disappeared from Rick's face.
"Now we're talking," he told her. "I'm a businessman. There are dangers, however, in this business, and I've got to warn you of them."
Peggy was well aware of the dangers but she listened carefully.
"I see," she smiled. "Maybe you can tell me all about it."
Rick got to his feet and came over to her, looking her over closely. Placing a hand on her shoulder he asked her, "Are you all right?"
"Yes," she replied, tensing at his touch. "I. .. I'm just getting used to another area. I might be nervous but I shouldn't be. I've done this before and I can do it again."
Smiling, Rick began giving her an idea of how she should play her game.
"The last thing you can afford to do," he told her "is win right away. You've got to lose a little. I had a pool hustler here who made plenty of money. Yes, the house got a good percentage. But so did he. However, it got dangerous for him and he had to leave town."
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized what he was talking about.
"You mean, they could try to get even?" "Yes," he told her. "They probably could. But don't worry. You're a pleasing girl and if you play it cool, everything's gonna work out." At this point she wondered about the law. "In New Orleans it's too hot," he told her, "but we've cooled it out here. At least we have for the present."
The afternoon sunshine was coming in through the Venetian blinds. Looking about the office, Peggy had to admit he had an impressive place. "I think I'm going to like it here," she told him. "You will," he replied. "If you use your head, that is. Just remember every man out there wants to win. And if you let them win now and then with small bets, you'll make it up in the big bets. We sure don't want to make it look like we're pulling anything, do we?"
Sharp pangs of memory clawed at Peggy. She was thinking of her lover Ken, who was gone. She would do anything in the world to bring him back for just one hour. It was awful being on her own.
There was a shakiness in her legs now as she realized she was turning back from the past and committing herself to whatever fate had in store for her future.
"Well, what do you think about the set-up?" he asked her, frowning a little as if he wanted to see her response very much.
"I think it's'worth taking a chance," she told him..
There was a long tense moment of silence on his part while he looked deep into her eyes. She knew that she was being offered a chance to make a lot of money. But she also knew that she could wind up a victim of her own conduct. And it was this that upset her. There was a small mocking voice in her mind telling her she should go back to Chicago, get a regular job and give up this wild life of a female pool hustler.
All the while she was thinking, Rick was enjoying himself, feasting his eyes on her. There was a tempting sensuousness about her lips that he appreciated.
"I guess," he told her, "you always have problems with turning men on."
"Yes," she admitted, "but I know how to handle that. Don't worry."
"You're a cool girl," he told her. "Real cool!"
"I'll try not to make a fool of myself anyway,"
Peggy told him. "And I'm happy being here at the Tropicale."
His lips quirked, "I am very glad that you're here, Peggy, and I would like to get to know you . .. much better!"
His eyes seemed to glitter as he looked at her now. It was almost as if he was looking right through her. She felt he was undressing her and this bothered her.
"Why do you look at me like that?" she asked nervously.
"Because there's something so physically exciting about you," he explained as best he could.
Realizing that it was becoming awkward, Peggy got to her feet.
"I think I'd better go back now," she said quickly.
"Why don't you stay here and give me a good time?" he suggested as he looked down at his crotch.
"I applied for a job as a pool hustler," she said as her skin began to craw. "I didn't come here to satisfy your carnal cravings."
The cool tone of her comment made him laugh.
"You certainly are putting a shield in front of yourself, aren't you?" Rick questioned as he came over and stood directly in front of her.
He pressed himself against her and she could feel the urgent throb of his penis.
"You have a pleasing voice," he said, "but you're a little too distant. Why don't you warm up to me?"
That dread moment had arrived and there was no evading him now.
"Nick tells me you're real good at giving blow jobs," he said, a smile catching his lips.
"Really," Peggy said, taking a deep sigh and wishing she could kill Nick at this moment, "don't believe everything he tells you. He's just a middle-aged man trying to pretend he's a teenager."
"Are you afraid that I will try to take advantage of you?" he taunted as he gently began pressing his penis against her.
"I'm sure you would ... if you could," she said in her prim manner that got him all the more excited.
Rick was looking down at her bosoms. They were so appealing.
"I would simply like to touch your breasts," he said as the lust that invaded his being excited him now.
"Don't, please don't," she begged.
"I can't help it," he insisted, giving and uncontrollable shiver as he pressed tighter to her now.
"You must be feeling exhausted after your long journey," he soothed. "Why don't we go into this other room and relax."
Reaching down, he cupped his hands on her full bosoms.
"You have such beautiful breasts," he whispered. "And you smell so heavenly."
The beauty of her body and the scent of her lilac perfume was like a gust of heaven. He didn't want to stop touching her for an instant. He towered over her and she looked up at him, her eyes measuring his shoulders. She could see the smooth hardness under the open shirt and the thrust of chest hair going down under his belt. Peggy found herself breathing with soft rapidity and felt as if her bones had gone hollow and were being filled with liquid silver. The single flaming truth of that terrible moment registered in her eyes. There was some kind of hero worship that she felt for him. He was handsome and muscular. She always did possess a shy adoration of fair-haired men, however, her impossible erotic dreams brought her back to reality as she realized he was looking at her in a totally different way. He wasn't a god or a knight with a sword. He was a lusty man. A potent man who saw his opportunity to take advantage of her.
Rick's fingernails clawed into her bosoms as he responded to the sensual urge that ran through his body when he touched her. Peggy's legs trembled and she blushed. It was like a slap across the face to have him get so hot so quickly.
"Just don't touch me," she begged.
Her cheeks burned and she still managed to keep her voice steady, even if she felt shaken up. She was going to have to keep a grip on her feelings. Otherwise, she might give in to him. That was why she had gone to the doctor to get some help. However, her suppressed urges had become desires now and she wanted Rick almost as much as he wanted her.
He bent over and placed his lips on hers. Closing his eyes he licked her lips and suddenly began plunging his tongue in her mouth. Whatever came over her, she never knew. But her arms swept around him. His strong hands wandered over her lovely body. Rick could tell by the pulse of her heart and the light in her eyes how much she wanted him.
"No," she said as she stared up at him in a kind of horrified fascination.
"Why not?" he asked almost harshly.
"Please," Peggy told him, "I don't want to spend the rest of my life in wanton sexual adventures."
"You've got to learn to live with your affliction," he smiled. '
It was true. She was learning to live with the desires within herself. He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom he had behind the office. The fatigue in his eyes indicated he was tired of working. But not so tired that he couldn't have something to do with her sexually.
She looked up in his eyes again and then he told her that he wanted her to take off her clothes.
"I... I can't do that," Peggy insisted.
Terror gripped her somehow. She knew that she must do what he wanted her to, regardless of how she felt. He began undressing. As he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, he looked at her and licked his lips. Peggy was shaken and troubled at this crucial moment.
Seconds later Rick was tossing his shirt over a chair and unfastening his belt.
"Go ahead," he told her.
Looking down at the simple white dress she was wearing, she started to strip.
"Wow!" he told her as he looked directly at her, a big smile playing about his lips.
He came over to her and assisted her in removing her brassiere. His eyes lit up as he reached out to pinch the red-nipple-tipped bosoms.
"Why are you shaking?" he drawled. "What are you so nervous about, Peggy?"
"I... I'm probably feeling a little tired," she explained. "I've never been this far from home before."
He cupped her bosoms in his hands and reached down to her panties.
"You should stray down south more often," he said as his hand reached underneath her panties to feel of her moistening crotch.
It was almost a miracle the way he eased her out of her panties. And then she stood completely naked.
"I live alone," he told her, "so you don't have to worry about any wife barging in."
It was obvious to see that there was a twist of mockery on his lips as if he was amused by her plight.
"What do you want?" she asked, realizing that he wasn't a man who chased rainbows, but reality.
"I want you to get down in front of me," he smiled.
"What?" she demanded.
"On your knees," he demanded, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "Go on," he insisted, "get on your knees."
Dropping to her knees as if hypnotized by his words, she looked up at him. She could see ha throbbing, huge penis rising between his legs.
"Now reach for it," he told her, "and do as I tell you."
Reaching up, Peggy finally gripped his throbbing penis.
"That feels so good," he told her. "Now go ahead and pull on it. I just want to admire your shapely body."
A brief pained smile surfaced on her face as she accommodated him.
"Pull it," he told her.
Never in her childhood or youth or since she had grown up had a man ever forced her to get on her knees in such a degrading position. There was something about Rick's off-beat lovemaking that did give her a flash of lusty pleasure. As she pulled on his cock and it gradually got harder, she could see its tip starting to ooze drops of crystal cum.
"Play with the balls."
Her fingers reached over to gently massage his balls.
"Some women love to suck on it," Rick smiled proudly.
Peggy continued pulling on his huge penis and he got so excited now he was nearly trembling.
"Want to nibble it?" he smiled.
"I... I just want to admire it," Peggy said as she examined his gigantic penis.
"You would enjoy having it in your mouth," he inisisted.
Peggy could feel the swelling tension of his cock as she pumped on him. He was getting harder by the moment.
"I would like to have that cock sliding in me," she admitted as she looked hungrily at it's purple quivering head.
The feeling that was surging through her now was much in evidence. She wanted his throbbing, huge penis slipping down her throat. Passionately she permitted her lips to slip over the meaty head. "Wow," he told her, "does that ever feel good!" A squeal of delight issued from her lips as she began sucking on his thick, swelling prick.
"Let me slide it down your throat," he panted. "But first, just keep jacking on it."
The oozing slit at the crown of his prick indicated how stimulated he had become. Peggy pulled on his throbbing erection, getting him so excited he knew he would be cuming fast. His pulsing, powerful cock throbbed excitedly in her hand. Her mouth watered. She could hardly wait to slip his prick in her mouth and suck. "Let me get on the floor," Rick lay back on the floor and watched. "Go down there," he told her, "and lick all around."
Licking with conviction, she lovingly stroked his hard penis.
"Right around my asshole," he insisted.
His throbbing penis thrilled to her touch- And at the same time her tongue lashed at his tight anus.
"I want you to rim me," Rick demanded passionately.
Her tongue eased up his tight rectum as she continued pulling his shaft.
"Ohhh," he groaned excitedly, "suck, suck. Suck my ass out"
The squeal of girlish delight issued from her lips as she tongue fucked his asshole.
"Keep it up," he told her anxiously. "Now grab my prick and suck it good."
His lustful eyes watched her intently. He could see her twitching pussy moistening.
"Don't hold back," he told her. "Just keep jacking."
The oozing slit at the crown of his cock indicated how stimulated he had become. Peggy pulled on his throbbing erection, getting him so excited he was shaking.
Kneeling down now she eased her tongue from his asshole and licked tenderly around his crotch. Lavishly sucking his balls, she let a probing finger snake up his asshole.
"Very good," he told her. "Just keep doing that!"
Peggy grasped his huge, thick prick and began sucking hard. Her head bobbed up and down on his manmeat and soon she was giving him a frantic cock suck.
"Ohhh, wow!" he panted. "Now you're doing it. Suck, suck it."
She could taste him starting to cum. He got so eager now to fuck her he told her to slip her mouth from his cock. Reluctantly slipping her mouth from his rigid cock she did as he told her to. Peggy lay on her side now. Nothing mattered at this moment except pleasing him and his huge penis. He guided every inch of his manhood into her. Her vagina muscles bore down with the snapping grip of a lariat. Grasping his sinewy ass cheeks she pulled his buttocks apart as he fucked her with intense, deep plunges. He enjoyed the sensation of her finger sliding up his ass while he fucked vigorously.
Plunging rhythmically into her fiery cunt, he told her to move her legs farther apart. Peggy did as she was told to. She liked having his raiding member spearing into her. Peggy's body began to respond. She ground back with heedless abandon.
"Screw it," he told her as she threw her legs around his and pumped back in time to his rhythmic cock stabs.
Frantically he rammed it to her. The thrill of having her respond like this was really driving him out of his mind. His pulsing cock drove masterfully into her pussy as he continued pumping ecstatically.
"I've never had anything like this," the pool hall owner told the female pool hustler. "Just keep fucking."
Peggy clasped her arms around Rick like a praying mantis. She enjoyed the sensation of his sinewy ass muscles as he rhythmically stabbed into her.
"Put your hands on my ass," he told her.
Reaching around him now she felt of his firm, muscular buttocks. She could sense every movement as he rhythmically rammed it to her. At the same moment she knew that they couldn't last much longer like this.
:'Ohhh, Rick," she begged, "fuck me, fuck me."
The forbidden sexual urges that compelled her to carry on with him had her so excited she was shaking.
"You really know how to fuck," he told her as she clutched his pumping firm behind.
He pressed his chest against her distended nipples. At the same instant she parted his asshole with her finger to massage his prostate gland.
"I want it," she cried out. "Fuck me, fuck me."
He drove in deeper now and then his lips pressed on hers. His tongue surged with throbbing intensity as he exploded in her seathing pussy.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "fuck it!"
At this high point of stimulating, sensual pleasure they were clutching each other like animals in heat.
Peggy's juicing followed an instant later and Rick rammed his prick into her with smooth, regular jabs.
Chapter Eight
When Peggy and Rick had finished their wild fuck, he kissed her again and again. She loved the way he sucked on her bosoms and squeezed them.
"You're a most appealing woman," he told her.
"Well, that's nice of you to say," she told him. "And to tell you the truth, I really enjoyed having sex with you."
"I could tell," Rick smiled as he got to his feet and began dressing.
When they were both dressed they went back into his office and he carefully spoke with her about their financial arrangements.
"Let me get this straight," he told the female pool hustler. "I get twenty-five percent of your take. Nick gets twenty-five percent, too."
"That's right," Peggy agreed. "It's rather a pity to spoil the game for all of those men out there. But they should learn not to be overconfident."
Returning to the pool hall, Peggy went out for lunch with Nick.
She returned in the afternoon just as she figured the men would be getting off work. It was a rather dingy place and she only hoped there would be plenty of money to go around. Sure enough, she found a man who wanted to have a game with her and she indicated she would like to play.
She lost a couple of times and then when the men wanted to lay their bets, she started winning. Some of them looked at each other as they saw some of the fantastic shots she was making on the green felt pool table.
Peggy had learned to play it by ear. She acted casual and accepted her winnings quietly. As the men looked at her in amazement and disgust, they couldn't help notice what a beautiful female she was.
"Funny thing, a lady like you coming into a place like this," one sour-grapes loser commented.
Peggy only smiled.
"You really get my goat," another man objected. "I saw you lose twice and I figured I would win."
It didn't matter to Peggy what they thought. But the word had spread that she was someone to play the game with. The fact that she was a woman didn't seem to bother the men. If anything, it only added to their pleasure.
She caught Nick out of the corner of her eye, sitting at a table drinking some beer. She went over and spoke with him when most of the men had gone.
"How are you doing, Peggy?" he asked in a quiet voice.
Nodding, she replied, "Very good. As a matter of fact, I'm quite proud of myself."
It was evident to Nick that she was able to keep them at bay if she wanted to. A surly-looking man came in a short while later and came over to where Peggy was seated. Someone had told him that she would win practically any game and now he was eager to see if what he had heard was true. His crisp, authoritative voice lashed out at her as he spoke.
"How about seeing if you can win against me?"
Words bubbled up from Peggy as she got to her feet.
"Put your money where your mouth is," she told him flatly.
He wheeled away from her and took out a fifty-dollar bill.
"Well," she smiled, "that will make it more exciting."
Some of the men who had come in were interested in this game. They came over and watched carefully around the pool table.
Peggy gave him an opportunity to win at first. After that she went to town, using her expertise and skill to clobber him and win completely.
"I don't believe it," he complained as he saw her winning streak.
The frustration that some of the men felt as they saw the beautiful female pool hustler winning troubled them. This wasn't a place for a lady. They had figured that it was a laugh to have her there in the first place. But they were disillusioned and disgusted when they observed she was constantly winning.
"Now take it easy," the man stammered. "Give me half a chance."
He turned to make his next move and she watched. When he was losing so bad a familiar dare-devil grin surfaced on his face. But underneath there was hesitation and rage.
Once the game was over and Peggy had won, she had certainly established herself with everyone at the pool hall. One man even suggested buying a round of drinks to celebrate her victory.
"How thoughtful," Peggy smiled, secretly wondering if he wasn't trying to pull something.
The men applauded and then she returned to the green felt table to do her thing. Another man stepped forward to put up a hundred dollar bet. "I'll bet you I'll win this game," he told her. The female pool hustler went to work again. She was not going to let anyone win now. However, she found herself struggling with her emotions as this man would stare at her every time she was ready to make a play. He seemed extremely sure of himself and was almost inviting her to lose. However, Peggy wasn't about to give up for a moment. She was bound and determined that she would win and put him in his place.
"Relax," he told her as she played the game. Once more Peggy won. With considerable disgust the loser handed her the money. Peggy figured it was time to call it a day.
After she had gone to the parking lot, Nick came outside.
"That man could have killed you," he warned. "He really is angry that you won."
Peggy shrugged. Then she heard a lot of noise emanating from the pool hall. A fight had developed and she figured it was a good time for them to leave.
They sat in long silence as they drove down the highway to New Orleans.
"I found us an apartment," Nick told her. "A rather cozy place in the Quarter."
"Oh, Nick, how nice!" Peggy exclaimed, before she had time to think about the implications of what he'd done. "But don't get any ideas," she finally mocked him. "I am willing to share a place with you, but that's as far as it goes."
He looked at her, his gaze roving from her bosoms down to her legs.
"If I were a certain bad kind of man," he smiled, "I'd pimp for you in the Quarter. We'd make a mint on your body."
"Look," Peggy said, pointing with a blunt forefinger, "don't you ever suggest such a vile thing!"
Nick laughed, giving her a sly smile. He knew that she was available. He also knew that she had a tormenting conflict going on within her now. Part of her wanted to be promiscuous and wild. There was another side of her that was proper and correct and would never play around sexually the way she was doing with him.
Going to the colorful Patio Restaurant again, they had a quiet dinner. The sparkling lights in the trees shading the patio created patterns of light and shadow on the worn irregular brick floor.
"You look so beautiful," Nick observed, giving Peggy a sidelong glance.
Finally he asked her, "Where do your folks live?"
"Chicago."
"Do they miss you?" he questioned her.
Nick was prying. She clenched her teeth, trying to quell the spontaneous upsurge of anger she felt at his becoming so inquisitive.
"Let me take care of myself, Nick," she told him in an angry voice. "I am over twenty-one."
After dinner they walked along old Bourbon Street. Then Nick was proud to show her the apartment that he had selected. It was in a quaint section of the French Quarter. It was on the second floor with a white wrought iron balcony. From the windows at the side it was possible to see the towering buildings of New Orleans in the distance. The smile faded from his face when he saw how cool she was in appraising the apartment.
"Oh... it's all right." "You mean you don't like it?" "No, it's pleasant."
Nick was trying to preserve some illusion that she cared for him physically. Slowly he was learning this could never be the case.
"Love doesn't change," she said softly. "The time will come when my memories will dim. .. but right now, love doesn't change."
He stopped and smiled at her with a mischievous grin.
"Perhaps if you would try to get your mind off Ken," he told her, "you could think of someone else."
She could see the mockery glimmer in his eyes as he went into the bedroom.
As soon as Nick realized that it was futile to argue with her about her feelings concerning Ken, he tried to reason with her.
"You need somebody to service you," he told her. "You've got a hot pussy and I can see you need to be fucked on a regular basis."
Peggy knew plenty. She knew that the owner of the Tropicale Pool Parlor wanted to ball her. As a matter of fact, she didn't need Nick now at all. He had made the introductions and his work was over. But he still expected plenty.
"I am quite capable of finding someone to satisfy my needs," she said crisply.
Nick got the point and he felt like two cents.
When Peggy got into bed that night she was happy. Everything she had touched was turning to success. This made her feel very good indeed.
The following day they drove back to the Tropicale Pool Parlor and Nick left her there. It didn't take Peggy long to interest men in playing a game of pool with her. Once they became accustomed to her, they didn't worry about the fact that she was a woman.
Her winning streak continued. This pleased Peggy enormously. However, she didn't like the way some of the men were taking it when she won against them. One in particular was disgusting. After he had lost a couple of times he came over to her and asked her who taught her to play the game.
"What difference does it make?" she asked, thinking of Ken now so vividly.
"Quite a gal," the man told her. "You're dynamite. When a guy gambles with you at the pool table he doesn't realize he doesn't have a chance."
Peggy threw her head back and laughed.
"That's ridiculous," she assured him. "It just depends. I don't win every time."
Nevertheless, as she continued her gambling and pool playing, her winnings became greater. It was evident over and over again that Peggy Thorpe was a pro in every sense of the word.
"I haven't seen anything like you since Florida Fats," one man observed.
Peggy said nothing. She didn't want to trigger any fights or arguments.
By the time Friday rolled around she had made over twelve hundred dollars. But Friday was jackpot day. The men were getting out of the plant situated not far from the Tropicale Pool Parlor. They poured into the place and were playing pool and drinking, cursing and laughing. Some of them began betting with Peggy for games. Soon she had to make a list of the men who wanted to play opposite her. Even though she was a stunning female, they became oblivious to her charms as she kept winning and taking their money.
As her winning streak continued, both Rick and her former boss were pleased. They shared in the take when they closed on Sunday morning around two.
"I've got a hand it to you, Peggy," Nick smiled, "you've really been a bang-up success."
Peggy was thrilled and pleased with herself. Yet there was something missing. She wished Ken was there.
"I've got an idea for you," he told Peggy. "How would you like to have sex with a nice black stud?"
Peggy looked at him with disdain.
"I don't ever want you to talk to me that way," she told him angrily.
When they got into the car and drove back to the apartment in the French Quarter, Nick explained what he was thinking about.
"I saw this black guy looking at you the other night at the Patio Restaurant," he told her, "and he called me over to talk to him when you were gone. He said he would give anything to get acquainted with you."
As she listened, Peggy understood what he was talking about.
"As a matter of fact, he said he would pay five hundred bucks to go to bed with you."
Peggy did recall a handsome black man who had flashed a smile in her direction that night at the Patio Restaurant. It was with a mixture of delight and disgust that she listened to Nick talking.
"It's really nice," she told him, "you are not going to get me involved sexually."
"I did some checking into his background," Nick admitted, "when he gave me a card. It seems as though he's a big plantation owner down here. You might be sorry if you didn't get acquainted with him."
She hardly spoke a word for a long moment. However, Peggy began thinking of what it might be like to see a magnificent southern colonial plantation mansion. The fact that he was wealthy did appeal to her.
"Leading up to something, Nick?"
Nick nodded.
"I was thinking how nice it would be," he explained, "if you would let me drive you to his place right now. As a matter of fact, he asked me to bring you there."
Peggy realized Nick had probably wormed some money out of the wealthy black dude.
"What's in it for you, Nick?"
"Just like to do a good turn," he smiled.
In the light of the dashboard as Peggy looked at him, he appeared like a tyrant.
"How incredible," she told him. "I never thought you were such a humanitarian."
Nick laughed as he realized she caught on to his motivations so easily. Glancing her way he nodded.
"I can't understand why you would say that, Peggy. You know me very well. Of course I am a man of virtue."
As they continued talking about the black man's plantation, she became more intrigued than ever.
"All right," she finally agreed, "what have I got to lose?"
Nick was pleased and slapped her thigh in delight
"You don't have a thing to lose and you've got a lot to gain. Believe me, Peggy, I would never suggest something that wasn't good for you. You know that, don't you?"
Peggy smiled gratefully.
"Of course I know that," she murmured.
Peggy loved driving the streets of New Orleans at this hour. Everything was so quiet. She appreciated the stillness.
Nick played some soft music on the car radio as he drove directly to the black dude's home.
"What's his name?" she asked.
"A very impressive name," he told her. "Willard H. Washington, II."
"Willard Washington," she repeated, "what a nice name. Actually, I think this should be an exciting adventure. I get tired of being in smokey pool parlors with all of those noisy, drink men. They won't quit smoking and it almost drives me out of my mind when they get so upset when I win."
Chapter Nine
Finally Nick and Peggy pulled up to the southern style white-pillared mansion where Willard Washington lived.
Getting out of the car Nick proceeded to open the car door for Peggy.
"My, my, aren't we polite tonight," she laughed.
Glancing up at the huge paned windows, Peggy thought she saw someone peering from the white shutters on the second floor. Quickly they went to the front door and a maid answered.
"We're here to see Mr. Washington," Nick smiled.
"Of course," the maid replied. It wasn't long before Willard put in an appearance. He was dressed casually and looked very handsome. He was smooth skinned and possessed a velvety voice.
"Peggy," he told her, "this is a pleasant surprise."
She put on the act for him.
"I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Washington," she began.
"Call me Willard, baby," he smiled, "and Nick, if you would hke anything, you can go into the study. You might find some nice company there. Will you forgive me if I show Peggy around the place?"
What Willard meant when he suggested showing Peggy around the place, was to give her a guided tour which would wind up in his lavish bedroom on the second floor.
"This is my special Saturday-night bedroom," he told her.
Looking around the room Peggy saw various erotic devices and photographs. One wall was lined with pictures of female breasts.
"Why, Willard," she exclaimed, "it seems like you are a man who admires the female bosom."
The handsome black man pointed to another wall. Here there were various depictions of female behinds.
"I'm also an ass man," he assured her, "and now, why don't we just get comfortable. I always feel more comfortable without any clothes on."
Peggy realized she would need some liquor to go through with this. :
"What a fascinating bar you have over there in the corner," she observed, walking over to it.
"I'll mix you something tall and cool," Willard told her. "One of those nice southern-style mint juleps."
Willard fixed her a drink and then he fixed one for himself. As Peggy began drinking she unwound more.
"Nick was telling me that you spoke with him the other night when I was in the Patio Restaurant in the French Quarter."
Nodding and flashing his white teeth, Willard exclaimed, "You were a vision of loveliness. I could hardly leave the restaurant without finding out who you were."
"Were you surprised?" she threw her head back and laughed.
"You're the first lady pool hustler I've ever met. But what difference does that make? The important thing is that the vibes are right."
Willard glanced between his legs. His bulging crotch indicated to her just how much in tune his vibrations obviously were.
"I hope you don't mind me inviting you here like this," he said in a husky voice.
"No, I think it's very interesting," she told him. "Now what am I supposed to do?"
"I have various sexual devices,"-he explained, "that make screwing more pleasurable. For example," he observed, "that is my French fucking machine over there in the corner. I imported it from Paris a couple of years ago."
Having never seen anything like it, Peggy immediately walked over to the corner and looked at the strange machine.
"You can slip a cock on it," he explained, "that fits your cunt. And while you're getting your cunt fucked I'll screw your ass. It's a very pleasurable machine."
Marveling at the lengths he had gone to in order to obtain far-out sexual kicks, Peggy looked at another device.
"What is that?" she queried.
Willard broke up laughing.
"That is the Susie Sucker," he explained. "It fits over a guy's prick and it jacks it off automatically. I'll demonstrate."
Wasting no time now, he undressed. As she saw him taking off his clothes she couldn't help admire his muscular smooth-skinned body.
"Wow," he exclaimed when he observed her standing before him in only her skimpy panties and flimsy brassiere.
She waited for him to finish undressing her. And then she reached over and slipped his shorts off. Now they stood facing each other ... totally nude.
"You sure are stacked," Willard told her. "Haven't seen tits like that in a long time. I can just imagine what they would be like to suck on."
Instantly his finger tips crushed the erect red nipples. He cupped the soft breast flesh in his hands and then reached down to grasp her buttocks. The next thing he knew she was stroking and massaging his throbbing penis.
"You're about as horny for it as.I am, honey," he told her. "Now let's begin over here with this Susie Sucker. I want to slip it on my prick and show you how it works."
Going over to where the plastic rubbery Susie-Sucking machine had been placed, he picked it up. Willard eased it over his huge cock tip. And then he began sliding it back and forth. The cap of the erotic device created to simulate a mouth sucking on a penis, began to function when he flipped the "on" switch. It tugged and pulled at his penis head. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back and forth in sexual ecstasy as he pumped forward.
"Ohhh, wow!" he exclaimed passionately. "This is really something. Fuck, fuck!"
He was pumping now, grinding his hips and twisting as the machine jerked on his meaty manhood. It was beginning to disturb Peggy. She felt as though it was unfair for him to satisfy himself in this manner.- She wanted to have his prick sliding in her.
"Pull that damn Susie-Sucking machine off your dick and let me have it," she demanded.
Willard laughed as she spoke. He pulled it off for her, his cock flipping into view now.
"Anything you say," he told her, "but I would like it if you would massage me with oil and lick my prick."
Returning to the king-size bed, Willard spread out. He was on his stomach as she used the oil on his back. Applying oil to her bosoms she crushed them against his firm, muscular buttocks. He loved the sensation of her breasts crushing against his ass cheeks this way. Parting his ass crack she inserted her tongue and started licking away.
"Ohhh, I like that," he exclaimed. "That's what you should do. Tongue fuck my asshole."
Peggy industriously kept her tongue stabbing up his rectum. She watched him wiggling as her tongue continued plunging up his tight anus.
"Suck my ass," he begged her.
She was giving him a rim job and at the same time manipulating his balls.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Just like I like it."
She continued massaging the back of his balls and licking at his asshole. All of the sudden he rolled over and his huge prick flipped into view.
"Grab it and milk it with your mouth," he insisted.
Clutching his throbbing cock, she began gently sucking on his shaft.
"Yes," he exclaimed, "suck. Suck it."
Her mouth moved up and down the length of his penis.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Just keep sucking."
Delicious tingles of excitement raced up and down his spine as she sucked vigorously.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he reached down to grip her head and run his fingers through her hair, "are you ever a cock-hungry piece."
He could feel the head of his shaft sliding against the back of her throat. Willard was so excited at this point he could hardly stand it.
"Eat it," he exclaimed in a frenzy. "Suck. Suck it off."
Closing her eyes, Peggy could feel his slippery shaft sliding against her now. He thrilled to the stimulating, erotic sensations that he was experiencing as she went up and down on his dirobbing manhood.
"Now," he exclaimed, "pull your mouth off my prick."
When she didn't instantly obey, he shoved her off his cock.
"I want you to go over there to that fucking machine," he told her.
Reluctantly Peggy got up off the bed and went over to the fucking machine which stood in the corner. He fitted a large plastic penis, which was a perfect replica of the male sex organ, onto the tip of the machine.
"Now guide yourself onto it," he told her, "and fuck. I'm gonna slip my prick up your asshole while the machine fucks your cunt."
This was something she had hardly prepared for.
"You're gonna love it," he told her. "Now just relax."
It bothered her to have him talk like this. Nevertheless, he was bound and determined that he was going to do it this way.
It didn't take Willard long before he was really ramming it. She got onto the machine and let the plastic cock slide into her womanhood. Then he got behind her. Parting her ass cheeks he suddenly let his slippery cock ride up her rectum. When he came to the tight opening of her anus he hesitated.
With a sudden surge he finally rode it right up her ass.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed passionately. "Fuck."
With determination and drive he rode into her.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "now you're fucking. Twist your tail around."
She swung her hips as his big prick continued sliding into her.
"Stop it," she pleaded as she felt his penis almost killing her now.
This only got Willard all the more excited. He continued driving it into her ass with wild abandon.
"Up your ass," he panted as he pumped it to her.
Grasping her smooth, silken ass cheeks he parted them. He watched as his slick prick rode up her tight, tortured rectum.
"Now you're fucking," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
With hard, driving strokes he continued stabbing up her asshole. All at once Peggy began enjoying it as he sawed into her. It was an unusual and unique pleasure to have the plastic prick riding in hen pussy as his cock drove up her rectum.
"Now you're fucking," he told her. "Fuck. Fuck!"
She twisted around, enjoying it more every moment. His hands reached for her bosoms. He pinched her taut, cherry-red nipples as he went on driving in her with wild abandon.
"Yes, yes," he cried out passionately. "Now you're screwing. That's how you fuck. Fuck off, fuck off!"
Delicious waves of excitement surged through her as he came close to climax. Peggy could tell from the intense way he was ramming it to her just how much pleasure he was deriving at this instant.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed, "now you're fucking. That's what I like. Fuck, fuck."
Willard continued frenziedly ramming into her. She twisted around, hardly able to stand it anymore. The erotic arousal she felt excited her beyond belief. She could hardly understand what was happening to her.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "that's how you do it. Fuck it, fuck it."
Closing his eyes, Willard thrilled to the exciting sensation of his slick, black prick being pulled in her ass.
"Fuck off," he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
All at once he felt her gasping. She was juicing. Her hot cum liquid made it easy to ride the slick plastic prick. Seconds later he was cuming, too.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "I'm cuming. Milk it for me, milk it."
Closing her eyes, she threw her head from side to side. Her ass churned around as she milked his slick, hard prick.
"Fuck, fuck," he begged frantically. "Ohhh, baby, that's what I like. Now you're screwing. Fuck it off. Doit!"
Delicious waves of excitement that surged over her body had her tingling with passionate frenzy.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "that's the way to do it. Now you're fucking."
With a milking motion, she continued twisting her ass around, squeezing all of the cream out of his hard, throbbing prick.
Once Peggy had finished getting him off, he eased out. Patting her buttocks appreciatively, he watched as she pulled off the machine. Going over to the bar she got a drink for herself.
"You're wild all right," she told him. "I didn't expect this king of screwing."
Willard smiled.
"I like beautiful women," he told her, "and I'm glad that you came here tonight with Nick."
As he walked over to her, he looked at a whip that was standing in a corner.
"Why do you have that?" she asked him frankly, her eyebrows rising in surprise.
"I'll tell you why," he smiled.
Taking the whip from its position in the corner, he brought it down over her appealing bare ass cheeks. She darted about the room in a rage.
"Hey, you like it," Willard teased with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.
"Damn you," Peggy shuddered. "You're not gonna whip my ass."
Willard had other ideas. He was enjoying himself now and was paying no attention to her protests. They meant very little to him.
"Some women love it," he insisted. "They even enjoy it over the tits."
Turning around, she placed her hands protectively over her bosoms. But it did little good, for Willard suddenly lashed at her breasts, pulling her hands away roughly as he swung the whip down hard with his right hand.
"Damn you," she exclaimed.
The biting sensation of the whip across her naked bosoms had her furious now.
"I hate you," she told him.
It only pleased him to see her get this upset over the whiping. Once he had slashed at her breasts until they were red, he tossed the whip aside and pulled her to the bed. And then he began sucking on her bosoms like a baby. Nibbling at her nipples, he reached down to finger her juicy twat.
"You're something else," he told her with an admiring grin.
Finally Peggy observed him sliding down her body until he was at her crotch. Parting her legs wide, he got his tongue inside and started licking voraciously, his teeth nibbling excitingly at her cunt flesh.
"Lick it," she told him in a deaming voice, the sensations of the moment totally overpowering her quivering, naked body.
The black man held her silken white ass cheeks up in the air as he got his face down in there and licked along her slit.
"Ohhh," she told him with a long sigh, "do it to me."
The unique sensation of his tongue plunging in her pussy this way thrilled her. The next thing Peggy knew, Willard was fingering her asshole at the same time. The double sensations of having this kind of erotic action performed on her caused her body to shiver involuntarily with heightened sexual arousal.
"Ohhh, ahhh," Peggy groaned in the lust of the moment. "I... I can't stand it. It's so beautiful. Ohhh, lover, keep doing it. Don't stop."
Willard wasn't about to stop, for he was enjoying himself to the ultimate, too. His own arousal was reaching the pinnacle of sexual excitation and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer.
Chapter Ten
Peggy was pleased to have Willard looking at her perfectly tapered legs. He loved the sculpture-like perfection of her well-rounded breasts which jutted out so pleasingly. But he really enjoyed sucking on her cunt while he finger fucked her asshole.
Throwing her legs over his shoulders, Peggy ground her cunt in his face.
As the rosy-red nipples tautened into erection, excitement flowed through his body unrestrainedly. The smooth texture of her skin glistened with a radiance that had him so hot he could ravish her completely. Peggy's ripe bosoms jiggled with tremors as she twisted from side to side. He viewed her naked body from every conceivable angle now. He loved the way her thighs parted passionately as he sucked deeper.
Reaching down she grabbed his head and held him there. Her own head rocked from side to side at the devastating thrills she experienced as his tongue plunged in her juicy crevice. She was overpowered with lusty desire of the moment.
"Suck me, suck me," she begged. "Ohhh, ahhh, I love it, I love it."
The tingling sensation of his finger in her asshole and his tongue in her pussy was driving her out of her mind. His fiery tongue pumped in her cunt in a depraved way while she moaned low. Anxiously his hands gripped the soft globes of her round ass cheeks as he buried his face in her crotch, tongue fucking her in pistoning movements. He was probing deeper, ever deeper, inside of her throbbing, aroused vagina.
"Yes, yes," she gasped.
It wouldn't be much longer until she was cuming. Peggy wanted him to lap her up.
Hungrily he sucked on her cunt now, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
His hot tongue lapped up her pussy juices as she gushed in his mouth.
When he had finished eating her, he slowly slipped his tongue from her crotch.
"Hey, you're tasty," he told her. "I just love sweet pussy like yours."
She could see that he had his own ideas about sex and lovemaking. But she also could see that he had brought her to new heights of sensual arousal.
Willard considered her a hot firecracker of a fuck.
"What would you like to do?" he asked her as he glanced down at his throbbing penis.
"I'd like to ride that big black prick," she suggested honestly.
Willard lay in the middle of the bed now, on his back. Grasping his huge, throbbing manhood he told her to slip her cunt down over it.
Peggy didn't require a second invitation. Hastily she guided her cunt over his cock. The tight sheath of her pussy milked on his probing penis as he pumped into her. Looking up, Willard could see her breasts jiggling about excitedly. This aroused him all the more. Slapping her buttocks playfully he continued spearing his cock into her cunt.
"Fuck," he exclaimed passionately. "Fuck it. That's how. Fuck it."
With determination and zealous ambition, he continued riding inside of her pussy.
"Ohhh," Peggy groaned, "now you're fucking. I can hardly stand it."
She twisted her ass to the right and he plunged his cock to the left.
"Hey, you're a corkscrew fucker," Willard observed. "Now snap your pussy. Let me feel those cunt muscles grab on my dick."
Her vaginal muscles seized his prick as she twisted around in frenzied sexual abandon.
"Yes, yes," he gasped breathlessly, "now you're fucking. Give it to me."
With desire and drive, Willard continued sliding inside of her this way. Peggy thrilled to the erotic sensation of his mammoth cock ramming in her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out feverishly. "Ohhh, yes. Let me feel that prick of yours."
Peggy had never felt anything like his big prick. Her eyes lit up as she looked down at him. Lustfully he aimed it to her. She liked seeing his white teeth flash when he would open his mouth and exclaim excitedly:
"You've got a tight twat, baby. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
But to her surprise, he had something else in mind. Once he had gotten his cock slick from her cunt juices he told her to pull off.
"Why?" Peggy asked, shaking her head in puzzlement.
"I'm gonna try another angle," he said as a smirk formed on his face.
It was this smoldering, sadistic side of his nature that Peggy didn't appreciate.
"On your knees and bend over," he ordered crudely.
Obeying him, Peggy waited fearfully as she saw his slick black cock slip between her curving, round, white ass cheeks. Looking in the full-length mirror, Willard enjoyed the erotic reflection. Peggy couldn't help cringing. She knew at the moment of impact when his probing, hard prick got to her asshole it was going to be awful again. And it was this she feared the most.
"You're tight," he told her. "And you're slick, too. You're gonna get fucked ... right up the ass, and you'll love it."
Surging forward now, he rammed it to her. Peggy felt his bloated black balls slap against her bare buttocks as he rode in with deep, probing jabs. Bending over he clasped her bosoms and pinched the nipples until they tingled in hurtful arousal.
"Now this is fucking," he gasped eagerly. "Fuck, fuck!"
Peggy's ass muscles seized his prick as he rode in her.
"Ohhh, I like sodomy," he explained. "It's the only way to fuck. Ohhh, now you're doing it. Twist your ass. Fuck it. And I'm gonna get your love button, too. What a hot screw you are, baby."
Sliding his hands under her crotch, he felt for her damp pussy. Once his fingers flicked across her love button she quivered with erotic desires that raced through her body of their own uncontrolled volition.
"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "I've never felt anything like this. I love it when you fuck my .ass and play with my pussy."
Willard was observing the scene in the mirror with mesmerized attention. It was one of the most erotic sights he'd seen. There she was, bent over and cringing as he sodomized her. Flipping his fingers around in her cunt, he got her more excited. Then withdrawing from her pussy he focused on her bare buttocks. Squeezing her ass cheeks until they were red, he continued ramming his prick inside of her butt.
"Get it off," she begged. "Harder. Hurt me. Ram it to me."
He went on stabbing into her with ruthless abandon, his balls creating a steady tattoo slapping around her behind as he drove in to the hilt. And then she felt him cuming. Peggy could feel the sperm run the length of his thick, long penis as he exploded.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed passionately. "Fuck, fuck!"
When he had finished screwing her, Willard eased out of her ass. He lay beside her, relaxed now and satisfied.
They both fell asleep like this. It wasn't until the next morning when sunlight filtered through the shutters that she awakened with a start.
"Where am I?" she asked drowsily.
Willard heard her and responded, "You're at my place, baby. You're all right."
He caressed her breasts as he looked at her intently.
"Ohhh, now I remember," she said as the hazy memories blurred from booze came back to her about the night before.
"I guess I've had a busy time of it," she smiled as she looked at him.
Willard had a morning erection and he wanted her to go down on him again.
"I think we ought to have breakfast first," she observed.
"No, I like to fuck first," he told her. "I'll feed you a liquid breakfast."
He laughed as he lay back and spread his legs. Propping his black buttocks up on pillows, he watched as she went down to rim his asshole first and then lick his bloated black balls. She licked along the underside of his shaft. This made him so excited he wanted her to crush her soft breast flesh against his balls.
Swinging her bosoms across his testicles got him all the more aroused. Then Peggy slipped his black prick between her bosoms and massaged him.
"You're right on," he smiled as he told her to suck him.
Parting her lips she let him inch his black cock head inside of her mouth. Peggy's wet mouth appealed to him. He pumped it to the back of her throat and rammed it down. She could feel his balls slapping against her face as he savagely fucked her. Peggy clasped his firm, sinewy, black buttocks as he rode into her.
"Suck it off," he begged feverishly. "Suck my prick. Suck every inch of it."
Almost choking on his long, black prick, Peggy found it nearly impossible to accommodate him completely. Nevertheless, she did her best.
When he finally did shoot his seed, it dribbled from the corner of her lips. The thick sperm load was more than she could gulp down.
Just then Nick opened the bedroom door.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized as he left swiftly, realizing his intrusion was most inopportune.
Willard was angry. He finished fucking Peggy's face and then he pulled away. Then he went to take a shower, after which he put on a robe for breakfast. Tossing a robe to Peggy he told her to go downstairs with him.
Over breakfast that morning, Willard, Nick and Peggy talked.
"So you are a pool hustler," Willard Washington laughed. "Well, damn it, that is an unusual way to make a hving."
"It can get sticky," Peggy admitted candidly. "That is, if anyone talks to the police. Of course, it's all illegal ... but it's a hving."
After Nick and Peggy had gone back to their apartment, they got into a heated argument.
"I don't want to stay in any one place too long," she told him bluntly.
"We have a good set-up here with the Tropicale Pool Parlor," he reminded her, "so don't ask for the moon, damn it."
"I'm not asking for the moon," Peggy assured him. "I just want a fair deal. I guess that's hard for you to understand."
It was evident to him that Peggy did have her own ideas.
"Sometimes you get me very angry," he admitted, "but I try to be patient with you. It isn't easy. So just play it cool, baby."
The following day they were at the Tropicale Pool Parlor again. The fame had spread about the female pool hustler who could take on almost anybody. And now a couple of men wanted to place bets.
"Well, sure," Peggy said casually.
As the game progressed, it was evident to Peggy that she was facing some of the stiffest competition that she'd ever encountered in her life. She overheard one man say that the person she was playing pool with had come all the way from Baton Rouge. No doubt they were all anxious to see her lose. However, Peggy wasn't going to.
Watching carefully, she did win almost every shot and finally won the bet and the game as well. She picked up fifty dollars on that bet.
The next man put up a hundred and she was feeling very confident about her game. However, when he played and she narrowly won, she wasn't quite so sure of herself anymore. The money was paid but it was too close a shave and Nick, who had been watching from the sidelines, talked to her over drinks a short time later.
"I don't like what I just saw," he shook his head gravely. "You sort of lost your touch. What is it?"
The guilt feelings that Peggy was harboring were bothering her. It was upsetting her mind and causing her to lose the power to win.
"I don't know, Nick," she told him. "I guess I need a drink."
"No, you don't," he shook his head grimly. "You're already shaking and you haven't had any liquor."
Peggy was silent. Understanding that Nick could never realize her sensitivity to living like a slut, she felt that she might as well say nothing. Secretly and silently she was resenting the wild, wanton way that she was living.
When another man came in and played a game of pool with the man from Baton Rouge, he won. Everyone looked to Peggy. They wanted to place bets. Nick figured he would go over and keep the operation going if Peggy would get on the ball. But he didn't want any slip ups.
"There's your opportunity," he said in a low voice, "now seize it."
In the dimly lit room, Peggy could see the faces of the men who were looking in her direction now. It was a challenge. She had to accept it.
Walking over to the pool table, she agreed to play a game with the man who had become the winner.
Once more it looked as if she would lose. Before the game of pool was over, she had managed to pull it out and win once more. But Nick saw trouble ahead if Peggy didn't keep her mind on the game. Nick understood that she was disturbed about something, for her game wasn't as good as it normally was. However, Peggy really got a jolt when Willard walked in and wanted to play a game with her.
"Well, look who we have here," Willard smiled. "How'd you like to play a game with me?"
Peggy closed her eyes for a long moment. She didn't want to get involved in a game with him. It was bad enough that she had performed every degrading sexual act he had thought of, but now he wanted to see if he could win a game of pool against her. She had lost enough already, she reasoned in her troubled thoughts.
"Maybe not," she shrugged.
"Are you afraid?" the man from Baton Rouge demanded.
The smirk on his face was enough to trigger Peggy's response.
"No-should I be?"
Willard Washington had quite a reputation at pool parlors. He figured it might be interesting to see if Peggy could win against him.
"I think I can handle it," she finally told him firmly.
Haunted by guilt and troubled by thoughts of Ken who seemed to be looking over her shoulder as she tried to play the game opposite Willard, Peggy started losing. Nick was nervous now. The men had all bet heavily and he realized she had to win.
"You're doing good," Nick grinned, trying to give her a boost of confidence.
"Thank you," Peggy said softly.
It was obvious that she was not doing well. One man observed in a hushed tone, "She's scared out of her wits. That black dude is winning."
That only made the game more interesting. How she hated it when they crowed in. They were like vultures just waiting for her to lose. She would show them up. No matter what. She had to take this chance. Her reputation would have been ruined if she hadn't. . . and she knew it.
Rick, who owned the Tropicale Pool Parlor, was watching. He got Nick to come over there and he told him in an uncertain voice, "I don't think her chances are good with that one. He is the best in these parts."
Tears streaked down Peggy's cheeks when she finally lost the game. She was still a very frightened girl and when she saw how angry Nick was she realized she had good reason to be afraid.
"Perhaps you didn't know it," he whispered once it was over, "but you lost more on this game than we won today. So you'd better do us a favor and win again."
His sly smile made her want to throw up.
However, Peggy was terror stricken that she might never win again. Perhaps she'd gone into a losing streak. That was something she had to convince herself was not the case.
"How about another game?" Willard grinned understandingly.
"Sure," she replied. "Why not?"
She wanted a break and Willard waited patiently while she did take a ten-minute rest. Returning to the pool table wasn't easy, for during the intervening time the men had placed their bets on her performance. Only this time they were betting against her.
"Sorry," Nick whispered, "but I don't think you can top him. He's better than Florida Fats."
Peggy knew this very well without him telling her. Not looking back she went over to the pool table and began playing the game. Strangely, despite the fears and nervousness that haunted her, she began doing well. Peggy was determined to destroy any fears that had come to her now and win. And she did just that. And she kept winning. She didn't quit until she was ready to drop from exhaustion.
The men were pleased with her now. They could see that she was the winner. Only the betters who wanted to take big chances were placing bets against her.
Willard didn't take losing very well.
"I don't understand it," he told a friend confidently, "but that little woman is winning. It doesn't make sense."
Deliberately avoiding him, Peggy walked over to Nick. "I want to get out of here," she said in a desperate voice.
The past had faded and the future was looming out before her now. She gave the appearance of a careless, fashionable rich girl. But all of this had gone now. She wanted to gain attention for what she was doing. And not for being some kind of hustling freak in pool parlors.
"You've changed since we came here to New Orleans," Nick whispered.
"I've learned to be self-reliant," she said flatly, "and I suppose you don't like that. I've got to be out on my own."
"Sure," Nick said laughing as he looked at her pathetic expression. "You will do very well on your own."
Peggy had given Nick plenty of warning about what she wanted to do. He didn't relish the idea, but he had to recognize the fact that she was a free person to do what she wanted to.
The next day when she began packing her things, he looked at her nervously.
"You died when Ken was killed," he exploded, "and you're been chasing some impossible dream ever since. Ken was a wonderful man and rich, too. He probably did a lot of nice things for you. But it's over! Now why don't you stay with me? We can have a good life together."
"That's funny," she observed. "We've had a terrible time together so far. What's going to change?"
Nick stood there staring at her. Peggy was confident now. She was certain that she would find her way on her own. Picking up her luggage, she left him alone. He came running down the hall after her, but she didn't look back.
"We can figure out a way," he told her. "Sure we can."
She began walking down the steps as he followed her.
"You're nothing but a cheap pool hustler," he exploded, "and you've never earned an honest dime in your life. I was trying to give you some class."
Turning to him, she shrugged.
"Thanks for nothing, Nick."
Nick emerged outside the quaint French-Quarter apartment house, looking grim and pale. He realized that she really was through with him and nothing he could say could ever change her mind.
A cab was waiting nearby and Peggy got into it.
"Where to, lady?" the cab driver asked, giving her the once-over.
"The bus station," she said softly.
Once she had arrived at the bus station and paid the taxi driver, she went in to get a ticket.
"Where are you going?" the man in the ticket booth asked her.
"I don't know," Peggy said, hesitating.
"Well look, lady," he told her, "if you don't know, I sure as hell don't."
"I... I guess I'll follow the sunshine," she smiled. "I'll go to Florida. Yes, I'll go to Florida."
"Where, lady?" he asked her. "Where?"
"Palm Beach," she told him. "West Palm Beach. That's where I'll go."
Once she'd gotten her ticket and boarded the bus, Peggy leaned back and got some much needed rest. She was tired. But just the same she was thinking about the future. White sandy beaches and hot sunshine. That was what she needed. Time to rest and sort out her life on a sunny Florida beach.
