Archive Note: The original paperback duplicated printing pages 129 through 160. To make up for that, pages 97 through 128 were deleted. Thus there is no Chapter Six and many more pages of text. :(
CHAPTER ONE
FAMILY FUCK
The large black car purred to a stop as the driver waited for orders from the woman sitting in the back.
Outside there was nothing, only sand, dirt and space, some rubble where buildings once had stood, weeds, papers, empty beer cans.
Quietly she opened the car door and stepped outside, the heel of the leather boots making a gritty sound in the ever-moving sand, and the chill of the crisp night air caused her to pull the mink coat tightly about her.
Looking left and right, she began to move straight ahead, down the now empty dirt street, until she stopped and gazed into a ruin, her eyes staring with memory. Bathed in the full moonlight she was an astonishingly beautiful creature. Tall and sleek, half Indian, half Mexican, her large black eyes were luminous in the high cheek boned face.
Her perfect olive skin was complimented by the straight black hair hanging free to her waist and she held herself proudly, a queen, an aristocrat, with the body and temperament of a whore.
This is one thing that never changes, she thought. There's no place where the air is cleaner and the sky clearer than New Mexico. And this is where it all began.
"Leave me alone, Juanito. So much to do. The children, the wash, your meals, and I have to work tonight."
The fifteen year old girl was a bee hive of activity working to take care of a motherless family, trying to make splendor out of squalor while her seventeen year old brother teased and taunted her.
"How long," she wondered aloud, "can dirt remain on a dirt floor until I dig a hole to China. No end, no end anywhere," and she continued to work while Juanito would lie on the bed, pinching her, hitting at her as she passed back and forth, the broom making swirls of dust.
It was a barren room surrounded by rotting wooden walls. A plain wooden table provided a place to eat and two sagging beds slept the three small children and Pepper, Juanito and their father.
The shack was only one in a long series, all alike, and making up that portion of Santa Fe called the Flats, the wrong side of the tracks, the housing area for the poor, constructed by each family out of desperation against cold winter, wind and snow, a striking contrast to the beautiful mountains and playground of the tourist rich.
As Pepper moved about the room, Juanito watched her, the little young body and long black hair. Her brown arms rippled with tender muscles as she worked and the slim beautifully shaped hands moved with efficiency. Her hard, round buttocks were more like a boy's, and the long, slender, perfectly proportioned legs kicked up the crab cotton skirt revealing honey-colored thighs.
Juanito began to rub his crotch, watching the young girl's breasts swing loosely in the thin blouse, the red-brown nipples brushing against the fabric and causing them to be swollen, jutting forward as if some mouth were constantly sucking on them.
His cock began to harden as he ran his fingers down into his pubic hair, around the rising pole and he squeezed his balls.
The sight of the young girl moving so gracefully, her ass and tits swinging around the room, made him rub harder, gripping himself in the act.
As she walked by, Juanito grabbed Pepper by the arm and pulled her down onto the bed.
"Why don't you stop all that? I've got something that needs working on more than that floor."
With that, he threw back the cover exposing his erect, pulsating cock, the balls moving in the scrotum, up and down, as he breathed harder.
"Let me go. That's not right. I told you before, we can't do that," Pepper yelled as she struggled and tried to free herself from the boy.
Snaking a leg out and around her waist, Juanito grabbed the other arm as Pepper raked his shoulder with her nails, twisting and turning to escape as he brought her between his thighs, onto his chest, his huge pole pushing up against her stomach.
"Come on, Peppercity, you liked it the last time," he said.
She fought harder against the strong arms, the legs encircling her, the rolling and wrestling movement causing her skirt to rise higher over her unclothed buttocks.
The thrashing movement of the bodies caused Pepper's long black hair to fall in Juanito's face as he pressed his mouth against her neck and began to lick over the shoulders with his hot wet tongue, under the jaw up to the ear, kissing and caressing the lobe, daring into the small hole, all the time pressing his bone hard meat against her, feeling the full, soft tits flatten against his chest.
The more he pressed against her, the more he licked her neck and shoulders, and the more Pepper struggled.
Her movements began to lose their violence and become a response to his quest. A quiet moan began to sound in her throat as she now pressed down to find his meat, and as her arms ceased to move, Juanito began to move his hand, tracing a pattern down her arm to her breasts.
Running his hand under her blouse, he could feel the satiny skin, the fine bone structure of the rib cage, and slowly his fingers circled around the cone-shaped mound, his hand cupping the flesh, squeezing and milking, his finger rubbing the nipple the constant friction irritating it until it stood out for his waiting lips.
With his other hand, Juanito began to massage the girl's uncovered ass, his fingers playing lightly over the smooth skin, kneading the firm buttocks that were beginning a slow rotating motion, round and round back and forth.
Pepper's breath came hotter and she lifted her body slightly to take the boy's big prick in her hand, feeling the folds of flesh covering the cock head, skinning it back to find the drop of juice to massage the pink bulbous end of the long pole.
As she slowly jerked the skin back and forth, her body hovering over the boy, she kept her ass moving in soft motion, while Juanito matched the movement. He pulled her blouse up around her shoulders and opened his mouth to lick the protruding nipple, taking it into his mouth with a sucking sound, his tongue circling, teeth nipping, his head moving from one tit to the other.
"Oh, suck my tits," she cried. "I love that."
Juanito nipped and chewed on the soft globes of flesh.
Changing her position so that her legs were astraddle of Juanito's waist, she lifted her ass and widened her legs so that his searching hand could begin to probe her now hot and moist cunt. Juanito's hand slid down under her glorious body, his fingers pulling, scratching the pubic hair.
His long middle finger sought her slit while his mouth sucked on the tensed nipples causing goose-flesh to raise over Pepper's body.
Juanito began to finger her hot, juicy pussy, feeling the lips part as he sank his finger into the warm hole. It twitched, opening and closing, the muscle tightening as Juanito buried his finger deep and began to search for the stiffened clitoris.
Gasping, Pepper widened her legs more to let Juanito sink two fingers into her twat up to his knuckles as she pulled his throbbing cock down her belly.
She tickled the cock head in her pubes as she brought it between her thighs. Placing both hands on the flared buttocks, Juanito pulled the ass wider, his fingers massaging the girl's asshole as she placed the head of the huge pole against the now dripping lips of her twat.
Juanito moved his fingers down to the sweet hairy cunt and pulled the lips apart, and began thrusting his cock head into the hungry opening.
He pushed slowly, feeling the heat and juices surround the head of his big pole.
Straightening up, Pepper positioned herself over the throbbing hard-on, moving in small circles as she squeezed her ass muscles and vagina firmly on the thick meat.
Balancing on her knees, she placed her hands in her crotch and pulled the wet lips wider, guiding the oversized meat deeper into her burning channel, Juanito pressing upward.
His face was contorted in frustration and passion, his hands on her hips pressed her downward. Feeling the glorious stiffness moving into her body, widening that burning pussy, she rotated her ass, the juices dripping down Juanito's thick, slick cock, until she had it all in her up to the hilt, her body and hairy snatch completely consuming her brother's pounding tool.
"Oh, big brother," moaned Pepper, "you're the biggest and best. Now give it to me. Ram that thing in me and split me wide open."
Juanito began to pump with a slow rhythm, the tip of his cock touching the cervix, then pulling out until thy lips of the velvet vagina covered the head.
He took a swaying tit in each hand, fondling them, squeezing them, pulling them down toward him as he pressed his cock up and deeper into the tight pussy.
As his dick came out on the downstroke, he took some of the hot juice on his fingers, and reaching toward her cunt mound, he took the glorious knob, the swollen clit, and began to massage it with his thumb and forefinger.
The added friction made Pepper buck and heave against him, forcing the hard shaft even deeper inside her love nest.
Moving her legs so that her feet were flat on the bed and on either side of his waist, Pepper squatted over the big tool as it moved in and out of her, making a squishy, sucking, fucking sound as she braced her hands on Juanito's shoulders. The walls of her pussy seemed to expand as his cock seemed to swell even more, and when he paused she would force her cunt down on the staff, squeezing, demanding more. Kissing the tits as they swayed in front of his face, his hands fondled her wriggling ass as he pounded her harder and harder.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. This is it. Screw me. Fuck me till it comes out my ears. Oh, God, you're so good and your cock's so big. All of it, give me all of it," she screamed.
The shack was filled with the noise of creaking bedsprings, hot labored breathing, and the sound of the big dick juicily sliding back and forth, in and out of the hot, gaping snatch.
"Oh, come on, baby. I'm ready to come," she yelled, and raised herself higher to plunge her yearning wet cunt down onto the rigid phallus as Juanito began to come. His cock seemed to stretch as it felt those hot slick walls rubbing against it, and a froth of thick delicious semen began to cover his hammer and run down into his pubic hair as he and Pepper came at the same time, their orgasms shaking them as they continued to thrust toward each other, trying to become a part of the other body, straining to get further in, to take more, their bodies hunching as their love juices continued to flow.
"God, your cunt's so hot it's burning me," and Juanito ground his buttocks deep into the mattress and back up into the waiting hole as Pepper made fishtail movements with her ass, squeezing and flexing her vagina around the mammoth cock, both of them moving again toward another climax.
"Don't stop. I'm coming again," she yelled, and they relentlessly pounded against each other as the sperm started to rise through their bodies.
Suddenly the door opened, covering them in bright sun.
"What the hell is this?"
In the doorway stood a thick, squat, middle-aged man, his eyes wide in amazement, his mouth open in disbelief. The sudden quiet was electrifying as the man glared and advanced toward the two copulating bodies. The smell of sweat and sperm was everywhere as their eyes filled with fright and the man's anger grew, his dark skin reddening underneath.
"I told you not to fool around with her, Juanito. I told you, you bastard," he screamed at the boy as he began to draw his thick leather belt from around his waist, Juanito scrambling from the bed trying to get his clothes.
Thwack! The heavy belt fell on the boy's skin, his once stiff prick now limp and bouncing against his swinging balls. Thwack! It fell again against the buttocks of the cowering boy. Again and again a shower of lashed covered the boy's back.
Pepper tried to hide as she watched the man beat the boy, but the bed was her only refuge, the old tattered quilt her Linus blanket security.
Harder the man struck the boy, as Juanito managed to get into his pants. Bolting for the door, the man still striking him with the belt, Juanito fled through the door to escape his father's wrath.
"And don't come back, you whoring son of a bitch. I'll beat you to death," the words of the man followed after him.
Turning, Sanchez Rodriguez looked at his daughter. His black eyes bore through her, stripped her of all garments, as he walked toward the bed.
"So you like your brother, huh? You like that big dick. You tramp! You whore! Passing it out to everyone in the Flats and that bar. Your boyfriend's not enough, and now it's your brother, is it? Well, I'll show you what fucking is. You haven't been fucked yet. You don't know what a hard cock is until you feel this."
As he walked, he unbuttoned his fly, and stopped as his pants fell to his ankles. Standing in front of the young girl on the bed, his huge cock throbbed and pulsed under his shorts. His eyes filled with anger and lust for the beautiful body of his daughter as he jerked his shorts down, revealing an eleven inch uncircumcised prick, two huge balls hanging heavy in a long scrotum, and a mass of thick wiry black hair surrounding the area.
"No, Papa," she shrieked, "it was Juanito. It was Juanito. I had nothing to do with it. He made me. Don't. Don't. It's too big. Please, don't."
The man stepped out of his clothing, pulling his shirt from his body, his paunchy belly and flabby chest jiggling as he moved toward the cringing daughter. Fright was in her eyes as the man moved closer to the bed, but curiosity was aroused as she watched the immense tool coming nearer.
Roughly he grabbed the back of her head by the hair, and as he stood at the edge of the bed, he jammed his pulsing tool into her mouth. Gagging, she fought him, but he held her head firm until the rod began to move into the throat. He pushed his pelvis forward, thrusting deeper until he was imbedded inside her mouth, the wiry hair rubbing her nose and lips.
"So you like big cock, do you Peppercita? Well, Daddy's gonna show you what it's all about. I'm gonna make you scream for more until you don' wan' no more."
He began to thrust in and out, her lips stretched around the wide penis, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. Forcing her back on the bed, the man mounted her, his knees under her arm pits as he continued to fuck the mouth with deep strokes, taking her hands and clasping them around his buttocks, remaining over her as his huge balls flopped against her chin. In and out the cock moved, feeling the warm walls of the throat, the head catching momentarily on the uvula in the back of the throat as it moved forward and backward.
Suddenly, Pepper began to suck. Her tongue moved under the cock down to the hairy base and the balls. Her hands began to massage the flabby flesh of her father's ass and she began to press his body in and out as she sucked harder and faster. The thrill of the big cock in her mouth created a new excitement. Never before had she sucked such a big prick, and she began to writhe in pleasure, her ass rolling and turning, pitching like a bucking horse, seeking release.
"Hah! I told you, you would like it, my little daughter."
Reaching back and not breaking his rhythm, Sanchez began to stroke the girl's still juicy hole. Rubbing his open palm on the lips of her cunt, he moved his hand up and down over the trench, pulled the hair covering the Venus mound and finally began to spiral his big middle finger into the waiting hole.
Raising her knees, Pepper widened her thighs and legs and thrust her pussy up toward the big hand, open and more open until Sanchez had four fingers thrusting in and out of the fish-mouth opening. Harder she sucked, her head bobbing back and forth, her tongue running around the ridge of the huge-headed cock, licking and sucking, wanting that come. Faster Sanchez moved his ass, forcing his slick, shiny, stiff meat in and out of the mouth, his hand keeping time with his motion as it fucked the girl, the thumb rubbing over and over the protruding clit.
"Okay, baby, suck me now. Let's get it this way. You're just starting to learn."
Pepper began to thrust her pussy against the jabbing hand as she sucked faster, and Sanchez moved his cock steadily in and out until he let go with a scream and began to shoot his load of cream into the girl's mouth, his pistoning hand covered with white love juice.
Pulling his hand from the daughter's come-soaked snatch, he moved off the girl's body.
"Okay, honey, get on your hands and knees.
You've never had it like this before."
Pepper, still pulsing with her orgasm, didn't question the man as she moved dog-style onto all fours, her asshole a ready target for her father's big cock.
Moving his face towards the gorgeous buttocks, Sanchez' tongue darted out to move up and down the slit. Pepper's body quivered and her asshole twitched as she felt the tongue prodding for entrance. Never before had anyone -rimmed her. She moved her hips slowly from side to side, teasing the tongue that licked up and down and around the sphincter, around the buttocks, the length of the crevice.
His tongue licked in and out, covering her ass with saliva, and then it invaded the parted crack, pressing deeper, licking the sides of the hole and the red-hot walls until Pepper quivered and shoved her ass full into his face, his mouth surrounding the asshole as his tongue worked in circles.
The sensation was so incredible that she didn't want it to stop until the tongue began to move down to the come-soaked pussy. Again the long tongue licked, tasting the sweet cunt, lapping up the dripping juice, the teeth biting at the lips, the hard clitoris.
"Oh, eat me," groaned Pepper, as she moved her hips backwards to the fucking tongue. His tongue began to move in and out faster, darting like lightening, sucking the sweet juice as he mouthed the exposed clit, driving the girl to unknown heights of pleasure.
Moving behind her, he fitted himself to her, his arms encircling her, hands cupping her hanging, swinging breasts, squeezing the globes of swollen flesh, teasing the nipples, making her grind her ass against the hard cock pressed against her buttocks. Sanchez pushed his ass forward and his swollen cockhead touched the tender and sensitive center of her buttocks.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me."
Pepper was wild with heat and wanted any cock, any way, anything deep inside her.
Sanchez pulled back slightly from the girl and with his hand took some of the dripping cunt juice and wiped it on his throbbing cock, making it slick, the long prong covered with shiny moisture. He put the blunt head of his big cock against the anus, and slowly began to push, the sphincter tight against his penetration, the asshole hot, begging for this thick meat.
Pepper could feel the pain begin, but like a dog in heat, she had become insensate and wanted nothing but a hot tool to ram into her.
The tight muscle fought against the overly large penis, but bit by bit, he stretched the entrance, and with a hard lunge, he drove his mammoth cock home, slamming it to the hilt all the way up her ass.
The size of that large tool up her small channel was almost more than she could bear, but suddenly Pepper felt as if she were on fire with the cock driving all the way inside and the huge squishy balls bouncing against the back of her thighs. The pain disappeared and she began to undulate her ass, impaling herself on the rock-hard meat as it moved in and out, slick and slimy, harder and faster.
"Oh, God," she screamed, "it's wonderful. Fuck me in the ass. I love it."
Sanchez lunged forward, again driving to the hilt, almost pushing Pepper flat against the bed.
He gripped her buttocks, spreading the ass wider, making long strokes in and out as Pepper responded, heaving against the huge tool, her hot cavity squeezing and clamping down on the cock, encasing it in her hot ass. Pepper ground back against the probing meat. Juice was dripping everywhere, from her asshole, her cunt, and she could feel her father's wiry pubic hair pressing into the crevice of her buttocks as he reached down and began to finger her cunt hole.
She moved at a faster pace beneath the man, fucking his cock up her ass, opening her pussy to get more of his hand, contracting, releasing, wanting more. She squeezed her anus tightly, the walls feeling every inch of the dick inside her. She moved her ass in tight circles, breaking into figure eights, back into circles, as his balls dredged through her dripping slit, bouncing against his hand as he fingered her.
Her pussy was dripping as Sanchez took her hips in his hands and began to fuck in earnest, pounding in and out of her ass, Pepper rotating her ass, loving every inch and demanding more of the slippery shaft, both of them pummeling each other with their sweaty bodies, and then it came.
His sperm spewed into her asshole, deep into the canal, jetting streams of white-hot come, soaking her until it began to back up and flow out the hole, dripping over his pubic hair onto his moving thighs as his cock still churned inside of her. Her love juice splattered his legs, shooting with force against him, more and more, her body wracked with passion, almost convulsing each time she discharged the hot pearls.
Leaning over her back, Sanchez slowed his movement as his hands cupped the hanging breasts, felt down the belly to the hair line, over the matted, curling hair surrounding the hot slit. He rubbed his fingers over the now irritated bud, making the girl jump as he pressed his hand over the mound and his finger into the parted lips of the creamy trench.
"That's not all, daughter mine. You'll never want to be fucked again after I'm through. Get on your back," he ordered.
Pepper, weak with fucking, turned over.
Seeing the big cock, still hard and pulsating, she began to want it again. Her breath felt hot and her lips dry as her father took her legs by the ankles and pushed her knees back under her chin.
"That's a pretty little pussy," he said. "It's just jumping for this big cock, and you're getting all of it."
Lunging forward, her knees to his shoulders, he drove his huge staff into the come-moistened hole. The girl grunted with the first thrust and the big pole plunged completely inside of her, their wet pubic hair curling together, soaked with sperm and sweat.
Moving her legs around his neck, she took his pounding buttocks in her hands and began to fuck him back, matching stroke for stroke, creating a rhythm that started the wooden shack to shake.
Huskily she asked for more, and harder she moved against him as he plowed her pussy with his iron-hard spear, his cock fitting like a knife in a sheath. She clung to him as he screwed her, her hands squeezing on his buttocks, holding hard not to lose the rhythm, as he bent forward and began to chew on her elongated nipples.
His big balls were now bouncing against her buttocks as they rubbed in the semen dripping from her asshole. Harder she rammed her hips down on the big cock, her cunt lips feeling the stiff slickness as Sanchez rammed the eleven inches in and out, the huge roundness of it stretching her burning vagina as it grasped for more.
Clamping down on the hard prick, she tightened her muscles until she could feel the foreskin lock into place and the cock move back and forth passing through the layers of tissue: squeezing and releasing, contracting and relaxing. Sanchez thought his dick was going to be cut off.
"Jesu Maria, you've really got a snapping pussy. Keep biting on it with those cunt lips, honey. I'm ready to blow your head off with my load."
Sanchez gripped his daughter's wildly moving ass as she fucked him like a woman insane. She held his prick in her cunt in a vise-like grip as she crushed his cock in hot velvet, moving like a snake, harder and faster, plunging, withdrawing, in to the hilt, out to thy lips, bodies heaving and dripping sweat as they both shot, drowning each other in come, flooding her channel, suffocating his big meat in scalding cream.
Soaking, moving back and forth together, he let her drop her legs around his waist. Burying his head in her hair at her shoulder, he lay on top of her, feeling the full, swollen breasts against his chest. His ass over the girl continued to move slowly, his cock sliding in and out, her snatch grabbing at the still thick, smoothly sliding meat.
As they moved slowly against each other, hips in opposition, she huskily breathed in his ear, "Nice and slow. Don't stop. Keep it going, nice and slow."
Sanchez continued to move and brought his big cock back to a full hard-on. His cock, still locked deep inside her, was fully stretched. As it rubbed over those velvet walls, his thighs pressed against her buttocks, her arms clenched tightly around his shoulders.
Animal lust and determination covered their faces as they still moved, driving each other toward orgasm, the heat and the moisture making them move faster as they felt the fire begin to quicken in their loins. Breathing seemed impossible, the air dry and dank, their breaths hotter and quicker as they rode each other mercilessly toward orgasm.
Their bodies slid against each other and Sanchez moved his body back, getting more weight on his knees and more leverage for his pumping rod, as he began to move deeper, faster and harder. Wallowing under him, Pepper threw her legs up in the air, wide as they would go, Sanchez grabbing hold of her thighs as he fucked furiously at the unresisting, pliable hole, the soaking cunt bps surrounding, caressing his long pole, grabbing at his pubic hair as he rammed deeper, squeezing his swollen cock head as he pulled back his rigid flesh.
His body bumped and rubbed against her distended clit, making her jerk and twist, and she gripped the cheeks of his ass as he drilled harder into her. The sound of wet cock and pussy pushing and pulling filled the room as they fucked even faster, Pepper arching higher against the onslaught of the jamming prick, Sanchez churning his buttocks harder in and out as they both felt the come begin to rise to the surface and pour out of their bodies.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," they screamed at each other as shot after shot of sperm jetted forth. Harder he gripped her thighs, pulling her throbbing pussy lips closer to the base of his cock, making short jerking motions with the head of his column deep inside the saturated vagina. With all her strength she pulled his ass tighter to her body, wanting every inch of him inside her, feeling the still spurting sperm from the big tool filling her as she still pulsed in orgasm.
Taking a deep breath, Sanchez withdrew his semi-flaccid dick, and holding her legs by the back of her thighs, sank his nose into the wet bush and began to lick the love juice from the lips of the red, irritated love seat. Over and around his tongue moved, sucking at the dripping cunt, his mouth covering the hole in a kiss as his tongue plumbed deep inside, seeking the white pearls.
Pepper sighed, loving the soothing feeling as his tongue continued to lick her love mound, the insides of the thighs, the black pubic hair lying in come-soaked curls, and then back down, plunging deep inside her slit, licking the hot walls until the cunt was clean and not a drop of juice left.
Lowering her legs, he moved up on the bed and knelt beside her head. Turning toward him, she took the thick, now limp prick in her mouth and sucked on it, drawing out the last of the seeping sperm. His hands ran through her hair as he pushed her head closer to his body. Her tongue darted into the wide eye, around the ridge of the pink head, down under along the cord, and over the hairy scrotum, taking the balls into her mouth one at a time, then both together. Moving her lips in small kisses, her mouth wandered back to the hanging penis, and once again she took it in her mouth, tonguing it, giving it one last hard suck for the man's life-seed.
As he moved to lie down beside her, Pepper smiled. "You're right, Daddy. I've never been fucked before. But I will be again. I will be again."
And welcome sleep covered the satiated bodies.
CHAPTER TWO
FAT GEORGE'S FOR FUCKING
Returning to the car, the woman sank deeply into the plush back seat, escaping in her thoughts again, rejecting the poverty her mind's eye saw.
"Nick, drive to Fat George's," and the car silently pulled away.
"How different," she mused, "to be driven to Fat George's." A smile crossed her lips. "So different from the many times before."
Santa Fe has two seasons-both of them tourist. In the winter it becomes a big ski resort, the mountains beautiful with white snow, skiing conditions excellent, the reich coming there for weeks, the poorer for a week-end, all getting lost in clouds of white powder on the slopes.
The summer is opera time. The mountains are now green with lush vegetation, beautiful for hiking, full of streams with fish. Again, the rich come for the weeks of opera performances, and the poorer for the week-end, all to indulge their tastes in classical music in a culturally starved area.
Regardless of the season or position in the social strata, whether after ski or after opera, there was only one real place to go, the place where everyone went-Fat George's.
There was no food, only live music and man-sized drinks, for which you paid man-sized checks, but it was the 'in' place and no one could avoid it.
Walking through the familiar streets, following the same familiar route, Pepper dreaded the long night ahead of her.
"These tourists. Why can't their tips be as big as their grabby hands?" A question she often asked herself as she looked in shop windows at beautiful clothes and handsome jewelry.
"One day, I'm getting out. There's nothing to hold me here. There's nothing at all except work, smelly bodies, and someone always trying to throw you in the sack. And now there's Papa. Oh God, are they all alike?"
Her mind turned to Augustin, her boyfriend. "He cares," she thought. "He's the only one who really cares. Tonight I'll show him how much I care."
The sun was setting as she reached Fat George's. A few early customers were at the bar and there was plenty of time to get set-up before the early comers arrived. There would be a pause and then the loud, noisy crowd from the opera would stream in, demanding constant attention, more rounds of drinks, more endless steps, giving generous pats and pinches which were a tiresome substitute for the stingy tips.
"Pepper," yelled George from behind the bar, "a big crowd tonight. Get Augustin to help you. We need more glasses and several cases of booze out here."
Just past the bar, she opened the door and entered the storeroom to change into her uniform.
"Hi, Pepper," a soft voice called.
Augustin was there moving the boxes of liquor. Shyly he looked at her and smiled. He and Pepper had been friends for many years, and their closeness had grown until he realized he loved her.
Pepper knew this, and she gave him her affection in return, her body to satisfy his continual need, but never love. His attention and consideration gave her her only feeling of decency, but the boy misconstrued, and jealously kept her on a pedestal.
Moving toward her, his arms encircled her as his lips gently kissed her open mouth. His tongue moved over her lips, and she answered, nipping at his tongue, pressing her firm breasts against his chest, prolonging the kiss until the boy's cock stood out hard against her thigh.
"Oh, how much I love you, my Peppercita," and his hands began to massage the mounds of proud flesh against his chest, his fingers feeling the jutting nipples.
Kissing her hair, her ears, her neck, his hands ran down the slim rib cage to her hips as he dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth against the cloth covering the center of her being.
Pepper could feel the hot breath blowing against her love mound as she began to feel passion rising in her loins.
"No, Augustin. Not now. Tonight between crowds there will be time."
Augustin stood and smiled, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, his cock hard with the thoughts of entering that beautiful body.
Pepper changed clothes and helped the boy carry cases of liquor to the bar. They set up the glasses and covered the many tables with the bright colored cloths.
The first crowd began to enter for drinks before the opera. Some came to spend an entire evening, people coming and going, and Pepper waiting on tables, smiling with clenched teeth at occasional hands slyly touching her thigh.
The room became livelier as the small combo began to play, and the crowd was diminishing, as people left for the evening performance.
"Pepper, come here," called George from behind the bar.
He was a large man. He had a large head, a large nose with a wart on the side, a large belly from years of booze, and as Pepper knew from her first day there, a large cock and an even larger appetite for fucking.
They had become good friends through the years, and George never bothered her now, his attitude having become almost fatherly toward the girl.
"Are you alright, Peppercita? You look as if something were wrong?"
Barely smiling, she shook her head. "No, nothing wrong. Just a little tired, I guess," and she thought to herself, "tired of all this, this place, this town, these people."
"Go ahead and take a break. We have a big crowd tonight. Get off your feet for a while," and she walked toward the storeroom glancing at Augustin, who was working behind the bar, remembering her promise to him.
The room was dim and cool, as Pepper moved through the boxes and cartons. At the back of the room she climbed up on some boxes, dangling her legs over the sides as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt up, glad to be out of the smoky bar, and off her feet.
"I wonder if Augustin's tongue will be as good tonight, if it is as hot as my pussy," she asked herself.
The door opened. The sudden light caused her to squint her eyes, but she could see Augustin as he locked them in the room and walked toward her.
Without saying a word, he leaned forward, wetting his lips, and began to kiss the hanging breasts. Pepper took the aching tits in her hands and cupped them, as Augustin used his teeth on the brown extended nipples.
"Suck on them, Augustin. Suck them hard," and he did, his teeth biting, the tongue licking over the beautiful cones, biting so hard, it hurt. But Pepper loved it and squirmed in pleasure as he chewed and gnawed.
Leaning back, Pepper pulled her skirt higher, spread her legs, and raised her knees, showing Augustin her already sopping cunt, the smell of it like a bitch dog in heat.
Augustin followed the scent and pushed his head between the hot, honey brown thighs. His tongue lapped and licked through the pubic hair, making wet curls as he nosed toward the steaming pussy. Spreading her cunt lips with her fingers, Augustin's tongue sank, unhindered deep inside, making Pepper moan in pleasure.
Augustin pressed his throbbing, hard prick against the cardboard box, as Pepper wrapped her legs around his neck and gripped his ears with her hands, pulling his head deeper between her thighs, deeper into her snatch.
"Oh God," he murmured hotly, "I love the taste of your cunt," and his tongue darted out and stroked the protruding clit, his teeth nibbling, biting, sucking on the knob, as Pepper's ass thrashed and heaved toward that consuming mouth.
Her pussy was dripping with juice, as Augustin began to rub his hard dick against the cardboard box, causing a fucking type friction. His mouth covered the wet hole as his tongue began to run up and down the slit, in and out, licking the walls of the velvet cunt.
Pepper rubbed her cunt all over his face, as his tongue washed every inch of the flesh, his teeth pulling at the pubic hair. She felt like she was on fire, her snatch full of red hot pepper. She began to play with her breasts, rubbing hard on the distended nipples, hurting them, the pain giving her pleasure and increasing her passion.
Harder she thrusted her ass toward Augustin's face, and he sucked on the clit and tongued deep into the lips of the trench, driving Pepper out of her mind.
"Suck my pussy, oh, suck my pussy!" Her words lashed out at him and made his tongue move faster and harder, licking and sucking at the little jewel, the drooling love nest.
Her snatch was at fever pitch and Pepper knew she was about to come. She pressed her legs around his head, drawing him as tightly to her as she could, plunging her pussy down on that mouth, trying to get more of that fiery tongue inside of her.
Faster Augustin moved his mouth and faster he fucked his cock against the box until his sperm shot into his pants, covering himself in come, the love juice seeping through the material making dark spots.
"Now, Augustin, now," she screamed as she began to come.
Sperm exploded from her body as the fires raged inside her cunt. Augustin's tongue dug in and out, whipping it round and round. His mouth sucked at the love juice, drinking it down as fast as he could swallow it.
"Oh," Pepper moaned, "I want to feel a cock inside me, Augustin."
Sliding off the boxes, she pulled her skirt over her ass, and leaning forward, offered her hot, come-dripping hole to him. Ripping his pants down, Augustin took his cock, guided the sperm-covered head just inside the drenched lips, and rammed it all the way to the hilt dog-style.
Pepper grunted with the huge thrust as the pole slid deep inside her. But she lifted her ass and spread wide her asscheeks as she thrust back to take all of it.
Augustin's hands moved around to play with the swinging tits, pulling on their beautiful fullness, milking them up and down as his cock stroked the yawning pussy steadily in time.
Pepper could feel the inches creep deeper inside her. Augustin's tool swelled as it rubbed those slick walls back and forth, moving still deeper. She moved her feet further apart and bent more forward, throwing her ass up the ravaging pole, squeezing her muscles tight to clamp down on the hot sword piercing her cunthole.
Pepper put her hands on the boxes in front of her to steady the movement. Augustin cupped each of her beautiful asscheeks in his hands, his fingers just reaching the juicy lips of her cunt, playing it apart as he jammed his pole in and out.
As he fucked her rhythmically with long deep strokes, his one hand played with the slimy lips of her pussy. His other hand, covered with juice, began to tease her asshole. A finger circled around her ring-shaped muscle, pressing against the opening, and pushing until it squeezed inside. The added penetration into another part of her body made Pepper groan with animal lust.
Now she began to fuck both the huge cock and the teasing finger that was moving up her bung hole, darting in and out like a lighted candle.
"Pepper, kneel down," he asked.
Never missing a stroke, they positioned themselves on the floor, his hands spreading her cheeks, her arms balancing her in front.
Spreading her knees further apart, she hooked her legs around his thighs, the feet wrapping around his calves and knees, as she sought to bring him closer, deeper into her.
Changing the tempo, Augustin began a slow stroke, pulling his big cock almost out until her pussy lips could grab it and squeeze. Then, slowly, he pushed back in, further and further, as the walls of the heated, wet channel grasped every inch of the stiff prick.
As she held the cock tight in her snatch, he would again slowly slide it out, the pussy snapping around the head and back in as she grabbed hold and held it. This slow steady movement was more than either of them could stand.
"Oh Augustin, my sweet, you do it so good. Keep it going."
Her words set him off, and he began to hump faster, grabbing her waist as he leaned over the body; Pepper bracing herself as he pounded and pounded into her revolving cunthole.
The sinking and withdrawing feeling became unbearably sweet as they both began to climb toward orgasm.
"Give it to me," she demanded. "Give me that hard cock all the way up."
Faster he plunged, increasing the tempo. His ass churned like a machine, stabbing back and forth, as they both began to strain to reach their orgasm.
His cock shoved in and out, and her body answered every thrust, spiraling, plunging on that heavy shaft. Then it happened.
He shot his first jet of hot come deep into her tunnel. She felt the torrents of sperm rain through her pussy, covering the burning walls with cream. She contracted, released, flexed, relaxed, and squeezed his cock as he came and came. Her pussy oozed and the juice dribbled out and down over his balls, as his thighs still pressed her ass while his cock still slid smoothly back and forth, buried deep as it spurted the hot liquid and saturated her insides.
Cream was seeping from her slit as the movement stopped. His drained cock still deep inside continued to feel her body throb with the convulsions of the ending orgasm.
"Pepper, I love you so," the man spoke throatily. "I want it to always be like this."
"I understand, Augustin, and each time it's better. We must get back to the bar before George looks for us."
They stood and began to dress, Pepper making no mention of loving Augustin, thinking only of how much she loved his tongue, his big cock, and the way he fucked.
The bar was becoming a swarming hive of people. The performance was over for the night, and the second crowd was arriving.
"Hey, you two," yelled George as they appeared. "Get it moving. People need drinks and service."
The new crowd was a potpourri of chic, style, and social level. Conversation was loud, with table hopping, yelled greetings, and comments.
"Darling, it's a perfectly brilliant season."
"Have you ever seen such a ghastly dress?"
"That tenor couldn't call hogs!"
"She looked like Margo being carried out of Shangri-La."
"Whatever, happened to Jeanette MacDonald?"
Drinks and more drinks were ordered as the hour grew later and the room became a weaving, alcoholic paradise. George and Augustin worked feverishly at the bar as Pepper took step after step, smiling and serving the demanding customers.
Many eyes followed her beautiful ass as her body moved sensuously about the room. People admired the free swinging perfect breasts, and Ups were Ucked as minds fantasized about that hot pussy between her legs.
"This is the biggest crowd so far," commented Augustin as Pepper waited for another round of drinks. "Lots of strange ones tonight. Look at what just came in."
Pepper agreed as her eyes followed Augustin's to the man entering the room. Everyone seemed to know him, greet him, and the huge brindle great dane at his side.
"Take care of that guy, Pepper," whispered George. "He's the new producer. Got so much money he could buy this whole town."
"I wonder what his friend drinks," she quipped as she carried the tray of drinks to a nearby table and proceeded toward the new customer.
The giant dog was seated in a chair across from the man, and as Pepper drew close, the dog began a low throaty growl.
"Don't worry, my dear," the man said. "It only means he loves the smell of you, like he does a bitch dog in heat."
Looking at her through his green-tinted glasses, his eyes seemed to strip away all her clothing. His mouth looked evil and hungry as he licked his bps and Pepper felt a chill run through her.
"I will have whisky and soda, very tall, and bring Bruno a Bloody Mary in a large bowl. A large cup will do, if you don't have a bowl."
Pepper was amazed. For years she had served drinks in Fat George's, but never to a dog. She chuckled to herself at the ridiculous idea as she went to the store room to find a bowl. Thinking about the strange look on the man's face again gave her chills, causing her to shake her body to throw off the peculiar feeling she received.
"Here Augustin," Pepper said to him as she returned to the bar. "Fill this with Bloody Mary for the man's best friend. Can you imagine what his other friends are like?"
Serving the man his drink, placing the bowl in front of the brindle dane, Pepper again felt the man's eyes crawling over her body. She wasn't accustomed to the looks of the patrons, but this man was different. Something about him made her uncomfortable.
Late evening became early morning, and the patrons of Fat George's began to disperse, some few hanging on for another one for the road. George and Augustin worked at the bar as Pepper cleaned away the debris of ash trays, empty glasses, and carried the last few rounds of drinks, constantly being watched by the man in dark glasses and his brindle dane, Bruno.
Almost everyone had left when George yelled at Pepper, "Bring us some of those empty boxes for the bottles."
Pepper, almost in a daze from the busy night, went to the store room for the empty cartons.
Busying herself in finding empty boxes, she was not aware of the store room door opening and closing, the lock turning quietly into place. From behind her came a long, low animal growl, and turning she saw Bruno and the man in dark glasses.
"Don't be frightened, my dear. I told you, he only likes the smell of you, like a bitch in heat ... so do I."
Pepper tried to move around the two, but the man spoke quickly.
"I wouldn't do that, my dear. Bruno is so easily upset, and you wouldn't want to upset him. In fact, you will do exactly as I say or I will order him to attack. Now, you don't want to ruin that beautiful face, do you? Or have one of those lovely, ripe breasts chewed off, do you? No. I think not. Now, get out of those clothes." The man's voice was sinister and evil.
Pepper was inflamed with fear, and the huge dog was so menacing that she obeyed the orders.
"He's crazy," she thought, "but why take a chance. What can he do to hurt me."
Standing naked in front of the man, she was a vision; statuesque, long elegant legs, black flowing hair, her tits full and proud, her belly flat, topping the small triangle of curling black pubic hair.
The man's breath came quicker. "Yes, you are as lovely as I imagined."
His cock was standing out from his clothes, fully erect, big and thick, a mean weapon that intended to be satisfied.
Stepping up to her, he began to suck her lovely breasts, the tingling sensation causing her to forget her fears, as she shuddered with delight. He began to nip at the nipples, arousing them to their fullest extent, and his lips began to travel over her.
Moving her arm, he began to lick her arm pit, taking the flavor and smell of sweat with excitement. The tongue moved back to her breast and then down over the tan, flat stomach to her pubic bush.
As his tongue made circles, he knelt and with his hands, parted her legs. He buried his mouth against the Venus mound, and then his tongue kissed her wet and ready slit.
"Lie down," he commanded, and as she sank down to the cement floor, he unzipped his fly and pulled out a fat thick cock, the bulbous head covered with skin, so red in appearance that it seemed to be aflame.
Kneeling between the open legs of the girl, he placed his large and throbbing prick against the lips of the girl's snatch, and brutally, ruthlessly, he penetrated her, jamming his fat dick as hard as he could, as far as he could. Her channel was moist with the earlier fuck, and he sank into her, raking and probing the pussy, forcing to the very hilt, as Pepper began to respond.
There was something about his taking, not asking, his assuredness and confidence, that excited her. No prelude, no foreplay, just out and out fucking.
As he began a rhythmical motion, he undid his buckle and pulled his pants down. Leaning over that lovely body, he ground into her, and she began to move her cunt toward that cock, answering his strokes, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist.
Kissing her, their saliva began to flow into each others mouths, and their pubic hair began to entwine with the sweat. His driving hammer probed deeper as her cunt walls became slicker, and he could feel her muscles grasp his swollen penis as they massaged the big cockhead each time it moved in and out.
His cock was buried deep inside her now, sliding back and forth easily, as her body thrusted to meet his drives, rolling and heaving under him.
"Are you ready, my sweet? Are you ready to come?" he asked.
"Don't stop," she cried, "I'm almost there," and she pitched and bucked and she tried to get more of that pounding meat inside her steaming hole.
He had it all in her. His hands kneaded her round tits, the palms rubbed against the jutting nipples. He pistoned his cock back and forth, fucking her hard, making her pant and writhe. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled his cock out of her with a wet sucking sound.
"Come here, Bruno."
Pepper looked at the man, then at the dog. The big dog was staring at them, his tongue hanging from the side of his mouth, saliva drooling to the floor. His big animal cock was unsheathed and shiny in the dim light. Its circumference was larger than the average man, and its length like a small pony.
She started to move thinking, "he is crazy," but the man's hands held her as he moved off her body.
"Don't move, my dear. Remember what I told you about your face. You will love Bruno, and he will love that pepper hot snatch of yours. Don't worry, there's more, but right now he's yours and vice-versa."
Pepper's eyes were filled with fear, amazement, and curiosity as the big dog approached and began to sniff at the juicy cunt lips. His cold nose was replaced by a lapping tongue and Pepper lay back on the floor and began to be thrilled by the long hot pink tongue.
"Come now, Bruno. You know what you are to do. I love to watch this, my dear. Don't be afraid. He's very talented and you're going to love it."
Helping the dog, the man placed his front legs on either side of the girl's ribcage and his rear limbs between the knees.
"Now, my dear, you must help. Lock your ankles around him and thrust your ass upwards. From there, he knows what to do."
Obeying the man, partly from fear and partly from curiosity, Pepper locked her ankles over the haunches of the great dane. His shiny slimy animal fuck-stick immediately found the wet slit.
"No," she thought, her arms out-stretched. "I can't do this, it's crazy," just as the dog's almost human cock pushed against the wet lips and the sharp, pointed head entered the vagina. As he lowered his hips and hunched, he began to fuck the girl, moving his unsheathed organ closer to the girl, sinking deeper into the unresisting, wet channel.
A strange feeling came over her. It didn't feel any different, in fact, better than some. It was harder, the movement steadier. Reaching down with her hand, she found the sheath of the big dick and pushed it further back, revealing more inches, inches the dog had never used before, and length that Pepper was now determined to take inside her.
It was so stiff, so comfortable, and his rhythm was perfect, as if a metronome had been set, each resounding click a stroke in or out.
Bruno's tongue lolled from his mouth as he fucked the pussy evenly, the saliva spider-webbing from his lips to her belly as the girl heaved her ass upwards, taking the full length of the healthy organ while the man watched. His cock was bone hard, his breath coming gasps as he played with his balls, running his finger through his pubic hair and jerking his foreskin back and forth.
Pepper's sheath gripped the dog cock tightly as she felt her climax begin to rise. Faster she moved her ass, opening and closing her dripping cunt lips, making the dog hunch lower and faster.
That low animal sound began to come from the animal's throat as Pepper drove him harder, fucking him like neither one of them had ever been fucked, until both began to shoot.
"Now Bruno, now," he cried, and the man's come shot across the prostrate body of the girl as she wriggled upward to take all the pounding cock from the huge animal.
She felt her snatch flooded with animal come, the huge round knobs near the base swollen almost to fist size. Dropping her legs, Bruno stood erect, but his cock wouldn't move. Her ass was suspended in the air, his still rigid cock locked inside her.
"Oh God," she yelled. "Do something."
"Don't worry, my dear. It happens all the time."
The man moved toward them and with his come-covered hand, began to move the sheath of Bruno's cock back and forth, very gently, making a circular motion, pulling slowly. The dog's organ began to relax and pushing the dog backward, the erect phallus left the girl's pussy.
As the dog moved away, the man took his place, and kneeling, he began to lick the triangle of her vulva, pressing his mouth tight to the slit. He kissed the dark pubic hair and, taking the curly strands into his mouth, he began to suck at the dog come mixed with the human love juice. The smell of the dog mixing with the human sweat of fucked pussy was present as he lapped and slurped at the cunt lips.
The warm tongue licked into the moist slit as far as it would go. Pepper dug her heels into the floor, throwing the drooling pussy toward (he man's face. His tongue licked noisily and then found the hard knob. Teasing it, sucking it, (he darting tongue moved back to the vagina, licking the slime from the walls. The more he licked and sucked, the better she liked it, but he didn't intend to eat her to climax.
Sitting up, he once again guided his stiff prick towards the pink lips. Grabbing her waist with his hands, he placed his cock in position as it connected with the labia. His prick began to push the lips aside and probe the entrance.
As his stiff tool slid inside, he let his weight fall on the girl, kissing her passionately as his red hot love-stick pierced her to the hilt. The taste of the dog come and her pussy covered their mouths and. entwined their tongues.
Roughly he moved, the prick coming out almost to the entrance of the vagina, and without taking a pause, pushed back up into the girl, making her twist and turn in ecstasy.
"Oh, that's it,' she cried. "God, I've never had it so good. Give it to me."
The man fucked expertly with more forcefulness, establishing a rhythm that was so fast Pepper could hardly keep up.
"Oh yeah, baby, I knew you could do it. Here it comes!" And he began to feel the tension of his first climax inside the girl.
The first small release, then the spurt of come, and then a succession of white jets, one after the other. As the white cream filled the womb, it caused the girl to release her own juices, covering his cock in more hot juice, spurting against the walls of her sticky canal.
Like a gunshot, the door was pushed open.
"Pepper," yelled an anxious voice. "Why is the door locked? Where are you? Why don't you get to work? Why....?"
Augustin's eyes slowly widened as he saw the two figures in front of him, the man's body over the girl, her legs locked tightly around him.
"What has he done to you?" he screamed. "Why did you let him?" Fury, anger, and hurt sounded in his voice as he staggered toward them in blind rage.
"I'll kill you, you bastard," he yelled at the man, and he pulled a switchblade from his pocket.
As it flashed open, the dog jumped Augustin, knocking him to the floor. The room became full of motion as the man jumped from Pepper's body. Pepper grabbed her clothes and ran to the back of the room, the snarls of the dog sounding all over.
Augustin wrestled with the dog as the dog's fangs came closer to the man's neck. Quickly the knife sank into the dog's rib cage again and again until the hand and handle were covered with warm red blood.
Rising from the floor, Augustin knelt on one knee. "Now you son of a bitch, it's your turn!" He leaped at the man, the blade of the sharp knife shining red and silver in the light.
"No, Augustin, no!" screamed Pepper as she ran from the room clutching her clothes to her naked body.
"George, stop them!" she cried. "He will kill him!"
George was the only person in the bar. Bewildered he ran toward the storeroom as Pepper stood there, and shivering from seeing raw hatred and human violence at its greatest, she ran from the room.
Outside in the cold night, she hurriedly put on her clothes.
"No more of this," she thought. "This is the time to leave, the time to get out. I belong to no one, and no one belongs to me. There's bound to be someone who likes a good natural fuck-no dogs, no crazy men in dark glasses.
Now. Leave now!"
And passing the closed shops, down the quiet street, Pepper walked toward the highway, away from Santa Fe and toward anything by this life.
CHAPTER THREE
PEPPER GETS A MOUTHFUL
The road stretched ahead, lighted by bright stars in the moonless sky. Walking down the pavement, there were no cars on the lonely road. People were asleep from the night's revelry, bodies exhausted with dissipation. Only the tall mountains and quiet pines gave company to the tall, strongly striding girl, the cool breeze whispering, "Go ... go."
With a deep breath, Pepper threw off the bonds of routine, poverty, thankless hours of work, and took on the greater but easier-to-bear burden of self. Stretching those beautiful long legs, she walked faster and lighter, the cool air cutting through the thin blouse and skirt, making her wrap her arms about her body.
Beyond the curve of the wide road there was a rest stop. There she could stop, rest, and decide exactly where she was going; what she would do. Drawing closer to the rest area, she could see a parked truck.
At least I won't have to sleep on the side of the road tonight, she thought. I can get in the back of that truck, go to sleep, and tomorrow I'll wake up somewhere. I don't care where-just any other place.
The dark night was close about her as she walked past the rest area to the back of the truck. A high board covered with canvas stood across the back of the trailer, but high enough to stop her from climbing up and over. As she struggled up the gate, trying to get through the canvas, a deep male voice sounded from the dark rest area.
"Would you like some help, lady?"
Looking around like a child caught in mischief, she could see nothing. From the direction of the voice a figure began to form and a chuckling, quiet voice again spoke to her.
"It's a lot easier if you untie the ropes. What do you want? Need a place to sleep tonight, or are you trying to steal some of my cantaloupes?"
As the figure drew close to her, she found difficulty distinguishing his features. The night blended with the advancing male shape. As she hung from the back of the trailer she saw that he was a huge Negro-at least six feet, four.
"I wasn't trying to steal anything from you. I only wanted a place to sleep for the night. I'm trying to get out of here," she told him, dropping back to the ground.
"Come on over here. You must be cold in that skimpy blouse if you've been walking long. I've got a thermos of hot coffee and you can warm up while you tell me about all this."
The man seemed nice enough; not as if he would harm her, and she followed him toward a bench in the rest area.
Well, she thought, at least he doesn't wear dark glasses or have a dog....
Sitting down, the big man offered her some coffee. She sat close to him, seeking his warmth. His body heat and the coffee began to ward off the chill of the night.
Looking at her, he saw her hanging breasts swinging gently as she rounded her shoulders to shake off the chill. He saw that her legs were long, well-tapered, as she stretched them in front of her, and that her long, raven hair had a sheen from the starlight. The closeness of the girl in the lonely night; two people sitting in the midst of a quiet world; the smell of her healthy body, began to arouse him deep between the legs, making his thighs move back and forth, squeezing the big "muscle." His buttocks began to alternately tighten and relax.
"All right, what's all this about?" he asked. "The law after you? You running away from home?"
"No, the cops aren't after me-no one is after me. I'm just getting out of here and I don't care where I go. I've always taken care of myself and I intend to do just that-by myself."
"I just brought a load of cantaloupes up here from west Texas. Now I have to take the rest to Albuquerque. If you want to go that far, I'll let you ride. It's warmer in the truck than out here all night. My name's Hank. If you're hungry there's plenty of cantaloupe," he grinned.
"I've never been anywhere, and Albuquerque sounds just fine ... and I AM hungry. Call me Pepper."
Untying the ropes, the sweet smell of cantaloupe surrounded them. Hank jumped up on the trailer and began to pull Pepper up after him. Helping her in, he fell back, pulling her on top of him. His big, broad hands spanned her trim waist as they went around her, holding her close, his chest feeling the beautiful tits pressing against him. Her head fell to the hollow between his neck and shoulder and he could feel her hot breath and hair tickling him as she ran her hands up and down the sides of his body, from the hips up to the waist, moving slowly, feeling every inch of his big, solid body.
Hank moved his hands down over her buttocks and squeezed, his hands being larger than either cheek kneading them easily. "Yes, sir," he breathed, "I bet they're just as sweet as those melons! Baby, I've needed something like you all day. Thought I was gonna have to drive clear across New Mexico before I found it."
Pepper had never fucked a Negro. She had always heard that they were hung like horses and this guy was so immense! She could feel his meat rising under her and knew that this would be the biggest one she would have taken.
There was just enough space in the almost full trailer for Hank to roll Pepper over on her back. The sticky juice of over-ripe melons clung to their clothes.
The man's thick lips covered her mouth, his long tongue licking the teeth and lips, then shooting down into her throat and around the uvula, his sucking drawing her tongue into the big mouth as if to pull her inside of him.
The huge hands slipped under the blouse as he lay on top of her, running lightly over the ribcage and up to the hardening nipples. Gently, he milked the firm, upstanding breasts. And then, spitting on his palm, he began to suck and bite on one tit, taking the entire breast into his mouth as he cuffed the other nipple lightly with his spit-covered palm, the friction making the red-brown rosebud jut forward and tingle.
Pepper began to breathe faster. She felt the man's mammoth tool pressing against her and she dropped her hand to the big meat, running her fingers the full length of the long cock. She found that what she had heard was true-at least in this case-and the excitement of such a gigantic tool thrilled her.
She began to unbutton his pants, wanting to get her hand inside in order to feel the live, hot flesh. As she worked at the buttons, Hank's hand moved down between her spread thighs. His fingers found her slit and they probed the lips, moist from her previous fucking.
Slowly, his fingers feathered up and down as he began to slip the middle finger between the outer labia, making a spiraling motion as he pushed his hand against the hairy mound until the finger had entered the warm, wet vagina. Pepper was squirming with the glorious feel of that big finger up her pussy as she found the hard tool of the big man. Her fingers ran up and down the huge cock, traveling the full length of it down to the base and balls.
Grasping his balls, she began to massage them slowly with her full hand. They were the size of tennis balls-tight to his body in a short scrotum-the hair coarse and wiry. Again she took the giant phallus in her hand, squeezing it up and down it's length, feeling the blood-filled veins standing out against her hand, the dark skin like velvet to her touch.
Grabbing the big head of it, she rubbed her thumb over the moist eye, teasing it, making Hank flex the muscle running through his now fully erect cock. He was fourteen inches long-and all of it was going to enter her body!
She could feel his head move down her body, and then, his mouth was on her slit, the thick lips sucking and chewing, his tongue racing in and out of the dripping hole, over the clit, then back into the vagina, driving as far inside as it could. His tongue lapped noisily as he licked around the love-mound, through her silky bush, back into the vagina. The outer lips were gaping as the cunt dilated, opening more for the hot, pink tongue.
Thrusting upward with her buttocks, she pressed her steaming pussy in his face, letting him eat as much as he could get. He stretched his long arms over her body, his big hands covering her beautiful cones, and pulled and squeezed on them as he moved his tongue faster ... up and down ... in and out of the drooling, hot trench.
Pepper began to fuck his mouth as she felt the juices stirring, getting ready to explode from her body. "Suck it!" she blurted out. "Oh, yes, take it ... I'm going to come! You're driving me crazy!"
Even more expertly, his tongue moved over the hardened clitoris as he took her buttocks in his hands. His long thumbs pulled the cuntlips wider as he sank his tongue deeper in her gash, his nose moving up and down the little knob as he continued to suck at it with a fury. Pepper's head rolled wildly from side to side, her hands holding his head as the darting tongue continued to flick wildly between her legs. She bucked her ass as she felt herself beginning to come. Gasps of pleasure came from her lips as the hot cream gushed out, covering the man's mouth and tongue, the big tongue licking all of her snatch, savoring each sweet drop of her love-juice.
As she lay there, the big man sat up and began taking off his trousers.
Naked, he was breath-taking! He was powerfully built-broad of chest and shoulders, his flat stomach was covered with kinky, wiry black hair, and his fourteen-inch cock stood straight out.
Her hands reached out to feel the giant phallus. It was rigid as iron, and she pulled him toward her, wondering if she could take it all....
He knelt between her spread legs, his hand again finding her bush of hair. The pink slit was wet and gaping.
Taking the immense tool in her hand, she guided him into her as he took her ass and pulled her toward him, pressing his hips forward, feeling his thick, black dick move deeper into her channel, the hot, velvet walls of her cunt yielding and stretching as they allowed passage to his hugeness.
Slowly and rhythmically he began to move, trying to go deeper, plunging the cock into her cunt. She could feel the skin covering the huge cock-head peel back as she held the organ tightly within her. Hank's hands fondled her buttocks as he moved back and forth. Then he relaxed on top of her, his immense body covering her as he sank his prick further in.
"That's the bottom, baby. I want the rest of it, but there's no place for it to go," she told him hotly.
"Don't worry. We'll take care of that later. You just enjoy this right now."
And he began to fuck. He could feel the lubrication as his dick began to slide back and forth. He made a half-circle, then would plunge straight inside, withdrawing his cock halfway, make another half-circle, and again drive it in.
Pepper's cunt was full of big black cock, and she threw her legs up and wide open to get all of the long, thick, pounding meat. She had never felt such a steady, driving rhythm. Each time she matched his stroke, he would change. Finding the stroke again, he would change, driving her to a frenzy of passion.
Never had anyone fucked her so well.
Pepper threw her hips upward and forward, her buttocks resting on his thighs as she took the pistoning buttocks in her hands and pulled him in all the way to the cervix.
At the bottom, since he could go no further, he started a series of very short strokes, flexing his cock as he pulled back and forth, widening the walls deep within her. As they relaxed he would flex again, stretching them, all the time moving in and out and making Pepper writhe beneath him.
"I want all of that! I want all of that!" she cried as she threw her arms around his shoulders and began to bite the hollow of his neck.
Her body tossed and arched, bucked and fucked beneath him, her pussy seeming to dance up and down on the black cock that consumed her.
He rotated his ass over her driving cunt and he could feel the hot lips of her pussy clamp down on his huge rod as he moved in and out of the gaping hole, her buttocks slapping against his thighs.
They lunged toward each other, and juice dripped from her burning cunt as those elastic lips kept snapping at the slippery pole gyrating and stabbing deep inside her.
"Wait, baby. Let's take care of the situation. Since you can't get it all in, we'll try to help the matter."
Stopping his motion, with Pepper panting for breath beneath him, he reached toward his pants and took a knife from his pocket.
"Oh, God," she thought in sudden horror, "he's not going to try to make it bigger?"
But she didn't have to worry. With his cock buried deep inside her, he reached for a large cantaloupe and began to carve an immense hole through the center of it. Sitting up and withdrawing his throbbing meat from her cunt hole, he took the cantaloupe and put his cock head into the hole, through the melon, and out the other side, pressing it all the way down to the base of his hairy cock.
"Now," he told her, "you hold on to that melon for me, and it's gonna be like you just took all fourteen inches."
She brought her knees up, thighs wide, dug in with her heels and, as he knelt and began to guide that monstrous black prick inside her again, she reached down with both hands and took hold of the melon.
As he pressed into her, his cock again stretching her cunt, the cantaloupe came into place against her open cunt lips. Now he began to fuck in earnest, through the cantaloupe and deep into the girl, in and out. His mammoth tool was completely covered in sweet flesh, the juicy melon and the juicy pussy.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he murmured. "This is the way. God, what a fuck! Now lay it on me, 'cause I'm gonna do my number."
His hands braced his pitching body as he hovered over her, his ass churning like a piston as he felt his come rising. She grabbed his cock tighter with her pussy lips and felt the sticky juice of the melon begin to trickle down between the crevice of her buttocks.
Harder they fucked until they both began to moan. His huge cock jerked and twitched as her cunt clutched. Her muscles were contracting and releasing, and her orgasm began to shoot, covering his pounding hammer, as his balls began to empty themselves inside her pussy, soaking it with hot, sticky cream.
Low grunts came from their mouths as he continued to rotate his prick deep inside of her. She held the melon firmly in place as she fucked back and then felt his solid, thick meat begin to withdraw. He pulled out with a sucking sound, the base of his cock still surrounded with a crumbling, west Texas cantaloupe.
A thin string of sperm hung from the big head of his tool, and she reached out to wipe it off, licking her finger and tasting the combination of his sperm and the sweet juice.
"I bet that sweet pussy of yours is even sweeter now," he said and bent forward, sinking his nose into her oozing pussy. His tongue worked up inside the open snatch as he began to lick away the cantaloupe seeds covering the sticky lips and inside the vagina.
The tongue licked and caressed the slit, his long wriggling tongue tasting the sweetness of the fucked hole and the protruding clit.
Sitting up, he looked down at her, commenting, "Baby, you'll have to wash that sweet thing or be eaten alive by fruit flies."
Laughing together, they lay down together.
He took her in his arms as both found welcome sleep.
The two awakened to the sound of rain. The day outside was gray and overcast as they began to stir, and the chilly air made them press closely together as they looked out at the cloud-covered mountains.
"Come on, Pepper, we gotta get our asses moving to Albuquerque. Guess I really fucked myself out. We're already two hours behind schedule."
"Time," answered Pepper, "doesn't mean a thing now. It's the only thing I have a lot of, and that's because it's free."
"Honey, you sure could charge for that pussy of yours. You got a lot of that. That sweet thing's a real money maker."
Slapping her on a firm buttock, he jumped down from the back of the trailer and then turned to help Pepper out of their cantaloupe-covered bed.
Climbing in the cab of the truck, the day seemed the best of her life. Pepper felt lighthearted as Hank revved up the powerful engine of the truck.
"Something good's gonna happened to me, Hank. I just feel it."
"You know anybody in Albuquerque, Pepper? I mean, you got any friends, any place to go?"
"No. But I'll do something. I can wait on tables. I've done a lot of that, and cleaning house."
"I've got a friend," he told her. "You'll like Betty. She'll let you stay there. Might even let you help around the place for a while."
Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, he added, "and I know she'll like you. Betty likes having pretty girls around her."
Pulling away from the rest area, he guided the truck onto the highway. The wind blew in through the open windows and the windshield wipers began a steady rhythm as they knocked away the raindrops.
Hank whistled a timeless melody as he intently watched the road. A couple of times he had been lucky enough to find some broad wanting a ride and willing to bargain with her body. He'd really found it this time. His manhood began to stir as he thought of the good fucking he had had last night.
"Man, she was some lay," he thought, and his crotch began to bulge as his thoughts dwelled on the girl next to him. His concentration left the outstretching road. Pulling up on a curve too fast, he had to hit his brakes hard, changing his train of thought, his huge bulge diminishing. Pepper looked at him with a smile, and as she again had the huge machine under control, he reached over and squeezed her leg with his big black hand.
The miles began to pass by as the hours slipped away, and Hank began to feel horny again. He wiggled in the seat as the bulge began to grow again.
Pepper looked at him, noticing the squirming, and her eyes saw his problem.
"Big man," she smiled at him, "something seems to be bothering you. I think I'll take care of that for you. You just keep your eyes on that big road, and I'll keep mine on that big pole of yours."
Pepper lay down in the seat and nestled her head in his lap, her mouth blowing hot air through the tight fabric of his levis, covering his now erect cock with a cloud of warm air.
"Oh, baby, isn't there anything you don't do? Do it to me. God, I need it. Do it to me. Suck my big dick and make it come."
Pepper unbuttoned his pants and, struggling, got the immense tool out of his underwear. It stood straight up toward the roof of the cab, black and thick with a purplish head. Already the large eye was moist. She pulled back the skin covering the head, and Hank settled a little lower in the seat, spreading his thighs wider and thrusting his hips forward. Leaning toward the monstrous stiffness, her tongue licked at the bulbous head, her teeth biting at the folds of flesh as her hands grasped the swelling balls. Expertly, her tongue and lips caressed the dark thick meat, and with an intake of air, Pepper let her head fall on the massive prick. She went down, down, down, feeling the large veins against the circumference of her rounded mouth.
Her hand grasped the rigid staff and jerked the skin up and down against her sucking mouth, and Hank exclaimed, "Oh, yeah, baby. That's good. Suck my cock. Make that big thing tingle. Not too fast. Make it last, make it last."
Pepper licked down the throbbing flesh to the hairy base, the coarse wiry hair cutting against her nose and mouth. Maneuvering his balls up out of his shorts, she began to suck them, one at a time, running her tongue over them and taking the huge globes into her mouth.
Her small tongue feathered up the cord to the loose flesh at the top of the penis, and she made playful little nips with her teeth all the way back down to the bottom, causing Hank to wiggle and moan.
As she lay there, she reached back and pulled her skirt up and then drew her knees up toward her breasts.
"I'm getting so hot," she told him. "Use your finger while I suck on this big black thing."
Driving with one hand, he ran his free hand over her body and around her buttocks. As she slurped and gulped at his pounding tool, he gently began to massage the sphincter muscles surrounding her asshole, and then his long, thick black finger moved toward her pussy bps. She squirmed her cunt toward the sinking finger, as he began to tease up and down the slit, slowly letting his finger just reach inside the outer Ups, making a little spiraling circle as he withdrew.
Pepper's mouth sucked harder on the ramrod stiffness as the fingers massaged her cunt tantalizingly. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and her tongue ran quickly back and forth over the underside of the sensitive cock head.
Hank's thumb and forefinger titillated Pepper's firm knob faster and faster, and she thrust toward the hand as Hank sank two fingers into her shaft and began a fucking motion, in and out, in and out. The long fingers widened against the moist walls as they stroked back and forth.
Pulling her knees higher, she flared her ass and exposed more of the now drooling cunt, as Hank began to drive all four fingers into her burning snatch.
"Oh, God, she cried. "If I can get your giant cock in, I can get your whole hand in. Put the whole hand in, Hank. Try it. I want to feel your fist up there."
Hank smoothly pistoned his hand and began to clench his fingers over his thumb. Rotating his forearm in half-circles, his hand closed in a fist, he wiggled the hand as it began to sink with difficulty into the hot, slimy hole, his come from last night's fuck becoming reheated and working as a lubricant.
Pepper lifted her leg and opened her burning hole as wide as it would go, taking the huge hand and arm, moaning in ecstasy as Hank's flesh beneath her mouth became wetter with her saliva.
Pepper's hands ran up and down the hairy belly, her fingers pulling at the hair as she sucked the rod. Hank began to make small fucking movements with his hips, coordinating the jabbing movements of his hand up Pepper's snatch with her now humping motion.
"God, I can hardly keep this truck on the road. We got more motion in here than the truck itself," he exclaimed. "I'm getting ready, baby, do it. Do it! You're gonna get a mouthful. Suck it harder! Faster! Oh, yeah, faster! Do me good!"
Hank began to fuck in Pepper's mouth, ramming the long cock in, pulling it out almost to the tip of the head, the girl's tongue moving like lightning over the shaft.
Pepper clamped her cunt lips tight on the pummeling arm up her snatch as quick spurts of come began to cover the black length. Moaning and writhing, she took the pulsating cock into her throat, pulled off of it and sucked wildly as Hank began to shoot jet after jet of hot sperm into her mouth.
Drinking it fast, she kept on sucking to get all the scalding love juice as she pressed her thumb from the base of the cord up the length of the erect tool, forcing every bit of the semen out into her hungry mouth.
She continued to mouth the big prick as Hank massaged the satisfied hole and clit, their movements slow and easy as they luxuriated in their released orgasms.
Pulling his sticky hand and arm out of her pussy, Hank looked at her as she sat up and smiled, wiping away the salt-sweet come from the corners of her mouth. As he licked his fingers, Hank looked at her with that big grin.
"You still taste sweet. Yessir, real sweet. Betty is going to like you a lot. A hell of a lot. There she is, Pepper. There's Albuquerque."
Ahead of them, amidst the foothills of the Sandia mountains, was Big A, Big Betty, and Pepper's future.
CHAPTER FOUR
LESBIAN LOVE-SLAVE
"Hank, sugar!"
A big happy sounding voice greeted them as Hank brought the truck to a halt in back of a brick bungalow. There in the doorway stood Shirley Temple, only bigger than life and five times as large.
As they climbed out of the truck, the big blond smiled broadly and grabbed Hank in a bear hug, the pink-and-white flesh jiggling with good nature.
"You son of a bitch! It's been three months and you said you'd be back in a week. It's good to see you again, Hank, and what's this? Trick, friend, companion, or all?" She appraised the girl's long, tall good looks and smiled even wider.
"This is Pepper, Betty, and she is a good friend. She needs a place to stay until she gets a job, and I thought you would like her," he answered.
"Like her? Honey, I love her. Just bring that pretty girl in here and we'll talk about this. How about a drink, or coffee? You hungry?"
Betty led the way into the clean white kitchen and began to make coffee and sandwiches. She talked a constant stream of good-natured chatter, laughing a lot at Hank, joking with him.
Pepper could see that they were good friends, and she surveyed the woman's appearance. The face was fat and full, with big blue saucer eyes and a bright red lipsticked mouth. The yellow blond hair was a mass of curly ringlets, and at any moment one expected a chorus of "On the Good Ship Lollipop." She was wearing a white uniform, and Pepper wondered if she was a nurse.
"You sure are a pretty girl, Pepper. I could use some help around here. That beauty parlor takes most of my time, and now I've got a school. I don't have time to go to the john anymore, I'm so busy. All you would have to do would be to keep the place straight, cook a little, and you can eat all you want, have a place to stay, and decide what you're going to do. It'd be nice to have someone around here again."
Big Betty eyed Hank as she spoke, telling only as much of the story as she wanted and letting him know that he wasn't to say anything, "It's been a long time since Ella left. She was my friend, Pepper, a real great girl."
"See Pepper," said Hank, "I told you she was great. Got a heart as big as she is. You just treat her right, and she'll take good care of you.
Gotta go now, Betty. Lots of cantaloupes to sell."
Pepper was in a daze from the fast turn of events. Suddenly she had a place to stay, not being alone, and time to find a new life. She followed Hank to the door and, as he turned to say goodbye to them, she stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly.
"Thanks, Hank," she said. "No one has ever done this much for me before. I'll make it up to you someday."
"Honey," he grinned, "you paid your way. I told you that thing's like pure gold. Take care of yourself. I'll see you next time I'm through here. Bye, Betty. You two take care."
Watching him drive off, Betty's small, fat hand patted Pepper's shoulder consolingly.
"He's a great guy. One of the greatest. Yessir, Pepper, I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Now, let's get you settled." Returning to the kitchen, Betty began to talk about herself, her childhood as a child star in the movies, her stage-struck mother, her move to New Mexico and her eventual choice of becoming a beautician.
"Yeah, my mother was something else," Betty told Pepper. "No love, no heart, just an urge to be a star. So, she pushed me. I made a couple of pictures, and then nothing. So here I am. Fat and happy. No mother. Just me, and believe me, it's better."
Pepper understood and agreed. There were similar problems and similar resolutions in her background, the only difference being that Betty had already found her life and her world.
"Time for me to get back to my school. You'll have to come see it soon. I've got some of the dumbest broads you've ever met. Nice kids, but dumb. If you don't mind, would you do up the dishes and straighten up a bit? I'll be back early, and then we'll work out an arrangement."
Big Betty bounced out of the room, a bundle of blond, kewpie-bow happiness, and Pepper found herself alone with a house and a kitchen.
"Now I'm a maid," she thought. "Well, I've been worse and had worse bosses."
She began to busy herself with dishes and housewifely chores, the hours rushing by. Pepper found herself enjoying the day and didn't realize the passing of the time until Betty returned from teaching in her beautician's school.
Evening began, dinner was finished, and the end of Pepper's first day in Albuquerque was ending.
"Honey, I've only got one bed. I'm pretty big, but if we squeeze we can get you in. Don't worry, I don't pull cover, and you never know, you might like it. One thing's for sure, you won't get cold."
Betty talked and joked through the dinner and the washing up, and as they moved toward the bedroom, Pepper suddenly began to wonder.
"What about this Ella?" she asked herself. "I thought they lived together for years. She doesn't look the type, but then I wouldn't recognize the type. Oh well, let's just see what happens."
Nothing happened. The two women fell into bed, Betty tired from her day's work and Pepper worn out from anxiety. But the next morning, the two of them found their bodies entwined, Pepper's head resting on the large breasts, with Betty's arms protectively encircling the girl's shoulders.
On awakening, their only acknowledgement of the physical contact was a smile at each other, Betty's more knowing than Pepper's.
Pepper's routine became set-cleaning, cooking, and so on. There was little variety and she soon found it dull. One day she asked Betty if she could visit her school.
"Why, sure, honey. Why didn't I think of that? Matter of fact, you come on down with me today, and we'll do you up fit for a party."
The school proved to be all that Betty had told Pepper. Lots of sweet but dumb girls, all trying to become beauticians. The school was immaculately clean, and as Pepper watched, she found Betty to be a patient but thorough teacher.
"Why couldn't I do this?" she began to wonder. "I could work off the money by taking care of Betty's house and cleaning up around here. I'll do it. She'll let me, I know she will."
"Hey, Pepper, honey. Come on over here and let's see what we can do with that pretty face," Betty called to her.
As Betty began to work on Pepper's natural beauty, a marvelous transition took place. Her perfectly boned face became enhanced by the plucked eyebrows, the shading of make-up, the mascaraed eyes, the lightly glossed lips.
"My God," murmured Betty when the session was finished. Pepper looked in the mirror and couldn't believe her eyes. She was really beautiful, and her long black hair hanging to the waist made her look like some South Sea island princess.
"Oh, Betty," she cried, "this is what I want to do. Let me go to school. I'll work and pay you back, I promise!"
"Baby, the way you look, all you have to do is be here. It'll take us six months, but you'll do it."
Betty looked at the girl as if she were some new creature. "Well," she thought, "she's the first one that ever looked better than Ella. What was that Hank said? I'll just bet that thing IS pure gold, and I'm going to find out for myself. She'll pay me back, and she'll love it."
That night the conversation was animated. Pepper was vibrant with the thought of beginning a new vocation, and Betty was excited in anticipation of what bedtime was going to bring.
As they climbed in the sack that night, Betty could hardly contain herself. Her folds of flesh shook nervously as she turned out the light and Pepper settled next to her in the bed.
Pepper flinched slightly as she felt the huge arms pull her closely. So far, Betty had given her only motherly pats at bedtime, but tonight there was an urgency that couldn't be mistaken.
"Hank told me I had a money-maker," she thought to herself. "I didn't know she was interested, but if this will get me through her school, then I'll do it."
As Betty's hands began to move over her body, Pepper didn't respond, but neither did she reject. The hands were more gentle than those of the men she had known, and as Big Betty pressed her huge tits against her and reached her hands toward Pepper's full, ripe, jutting cones of flesh, she waited passively.
Betty's hand encircled one lovely tit as her head moved down to take the other breast into her mouth. Betty kissed the nipples with hot passion, cupping them, murmuring hoarsely, "They're so beautiful, so beautiful. I could eat them up."
Pepper felt the gentle kneading of the fingers across the nipples and they jutted out firmly as Betty leaned towards her to kiss her. Her tongue forced Pepper's lips open, then the teeth, and finally Betty's tongue was plunging into her throat as her hands reached down as her fingers cupped over the love mound and slipped back and forth over the slit.
Pepper felt her body being stirred deep inside with passion, and tried to stop Betty before she went any further.
"Please, Betty," Pepper pleaded, "I can't stand any more. Please don't. It's so strange. I feel so funny."
Her words seemed to spur on Big Betty as she ran her hand over Pepper's flat stomach, down through the silky pubic hair, and back over her slit.
There was none of the roughness of a man's hand, only the soft touch of a knowing woman. The fingers floated over the outer lips, and then eagerly, but reservedly, searched the tender folds of the labia.
Betty began to finger the bud-like clitoris, rolling and rubbing it as she began to part the slit that was by now full of moisture.
Wildly, Betty fingered at the lips, back and forth between the vagina on the little knob of passion. Pepper jerked her buttocks higher as Betty stimulated her further, higher and higher in ecstasy.
"Oh," Pepper gasped. "Your hand is so different, so marvelous. Oh, yes! Finger it. Finger fuck me," she yelled, as Betty rubbed faster and faster, then would sink her fingers into the hot hole.
Betty's supple, experienced fingers explored and teased, rubbed and stimulated, until Pepper was literally in a frenzy. Deeper her finger probed as Pepper widened her thighs and bucked her hips.
"Take me," Pepper whispered. "Take me. Push it in. I can't stand the suspense any longer."
The now-uninhibited forefinger plunged deep into the open cunt, the warm, wet flesh welcoming the stabbing motion.
"More, more, more," Pepper begged as Betty stuck her forefinger and thumb into the yearning cunt. Then she withdrew, leaving Pepper moaning in protest.
Lifting her enormous weight, she moved between the beautiful, long, outstretched legs. Forcing them further apart to help accommodate her size, Betty began to kiss all of Pepper's pubic area, sucking at the flesh with little wet kisses, pulling the hair with her teeth, running her hot pink tongue over the dripping slit. Pepper intuitively thrust her pelvis forward.
As she did, the warm tongue licked noisily at the lips of the cunt. Squeezing Pepper's thighs and buttocks with her hands, she stuck her tongue long and hard into the cunt and licked at the rose velvet walls.
The tongue slithered in and out as Betty took the firm young buttocks in her hands and began to lift the ass upward toward her face, until Pepper was raised completely off the bed, her cunt mound pressed against Betty's face, the Shirley Temple mouth ravishing the steaming pussy.
Up and down the tongue dragged, making Pepper squirm, Betty's big breasts shaking in time with her bobbing head. Harder the tongue shoved in and out, and Pepper threw her pussy and buttocks in little circles, twitching and flexing her cunt lips around Betty's incredible talented tongue.
Pepper was on fire, and Betty continued to kindle' the flame, sucking on the clit, the lips, her tongue licking and darting in and out, around, over and under.
"Now," Pepper screamed. "Take it now," and she writhed as she began to discharge streams of creamy white pearls.
Betty swallowed the thick fluid, drinking the young girl's creamily delicious juice as it gushed from the body. Betty licked at every drop until there was none left. Her heavy body fell in place beside Pepper and her hand covered one distended nipple.
"Oh, honey, that was terrific. You're the only one since Ella left. I never thought there would be anyone else. You don't have to do a thing. Just stay here with me and let me love on you a little. We'll get along just fine and you won't have to worry about anything. Okay, baby?" Betty asked.
"It's sort of like being kept. I've never done anything like this with a woman, but if that's the way you want it, Betty, we can try it for a while."
"Great, baby. You'll be happy. I promise you, and I'll keep that hot snatch of yours plenty satisfied. Now that that's settled, let's get some sleep. I've got a long day tomorrow. Ten new students, and you're one of them."
"Yeah," thought Pepper, "a new student at this, that's for sure. Right, we can try it, but once I finish that course, I'm getting out of here. Boy, there sure are some crazy people in this world. It did feel good. I guess I liked it, but it'll never take the place of a big, fat dick." The days began to pass quickly and Pepper felt more at home. The beauty course was interesting, and the opportunity to learn something useful, to create, held Pepper's interest. Betty was good at her teaching and gave Pepper special attention when she found that the girl had a genuine flair for hair-dressing.
"That's not right. Do it this way. You'll never pass those exams if you don't know what you're doing, no matter how good you are."
Betty yelled and preached constantly, never letting down. Her girls were well qualified and well trained when they left her school, and she intended for it to stay that way.
Pepper learned quickly. She liked the other girls, the friendly atmosphere. And, as promised, Betty had been good to her, buying her some clothes, giving her money and helping her in her appearance with makeup and hair. And there was the nightly sex, completely one-sided, but it satisfied each of them.
Pepper felt at least secure, and she knew that as long as she kept Betty happy, she would be able to stay, finish her course, and then get a good job.
"Baby, you're really going to be good. You've got talent and if you want, you can work right next to me in my shop and we'll really make a mint of money," Betty told Pepper one night.
Pepper knew her answer. She didn't want to screw up the deal now. It was only a matter of weeks until her course was completed and she took the state exams. She was tired of being confined, appreciative as she was of what was being done for her, but she still dreaded the nightly advances made by Big Betty. After their sexual interludes, she found herself lying awake, aching to feel a jarring cock thrust into her body.
Her exams went well, for Pepper's thorough schooling and native intelligence helped her to make high marks. She was elated and thought of being able to leave Albuquerque. She began to work for Betty, putting away a little money out of each pay check, gaining experience and acquiring almost as many customers as her blond keeper.
"What did I tell you, Pepper? You're doing great. Yessir, we're really going to have some life. Everything is perfect." Betty's eyes were bright with happiness.
"Not everything is perfect, Betty. I can't stay here any longer. I just can't make this scene. I mean it. I've got to get out."
"You what?" screamed Betty. "After all I've done for you! Schooled you, clothed and fed you, and now you want out? What about us? What about the plans we've made?"
"You've made those plans, Betty. Not me. You knew all along that I couldn't do this. Sure I'm thankful for all you've done, but I'm me. You're just trying to find Ella in me, Pepper Rodriguez, and it won't work."
Tears shone in Betty's eyes. Tears of understanding, recognition, loneliness.
"Okay. Go. But don't come back. I thought I could try again, but I guess I'm the only one who is looking for something and I just can't keep trying to find that something.
"I was a fool. I thought this was it. Just go. Don't hang around. Leave. I don't want you here any longer, kid. Get out now and let me get over it," she turned away from Pepper, her sobbing held inside her, shoulders shaking as her heart was wracked with the pangs of her impending solitude.
Pepper packed her bags to leave. Coming to Betty, she kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Thanks, Betty. It has to be this way. I won't forget you. You've been a real friend."
"Don't kid, please don't," Betty answered. "Just go. Leave me like the rest. Go."
Pepper felt a little sad as she left the little bungalow, walked the long distance to the bus station, and then purchased a one-way ticket on the first bus to New York City.
"Free," she smiled to herself, suddenly no longer sad. "Free. Money in my pocket and free. Pepper, girl, you're going to be somebody."
CHAPTER FIVE
PEPPER PUTS OUT
"Trailways announces the next departure for New York City, stops in Lubbock, Wichita Falls, Oklahoma City...." The voice droned on as Pepper boarded the bus.
The driver took her ticket and his eyes followed the lithe figure as a smile formed on his lips.
"Boy," he thought. "How I'd like to get into that. She looks like some hot number."
Pepper read his thoughts, and as she seated herself she realized how long it had been since she had had a big, long joint between her legs.
"That tongue licking jazz if finished, as far as I'm concerned. You have to make do with what you got, but I'm gonna get me some cock and soon." As the bus departed Albuquerque, she saw the driver watching her through the mirror.
"It might just be you," she mused as she watched the city vanish from sight.
The dark began to settle around the outside world and the bus stopped to take on new passengers, to let others debark.
"Excuse me Miss, may I sit next to you?" a well-mannered voice asked. Pepper looked up into the handsome face and smiled as she nodded to him.
He was tall, dressed in the neat khaki of a soldier. His face was clean cut and his eyes sparkled as he flashed her a bright, even-teethed smile.
"This sure will make my trip better, ma'am. Sitting next to a pretty girl like you."
"Are you on your way back to camp?" Pepper asked the obvious question as her eyes hungrily took in the fat bulge in the soldier's pants.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered. "I've just had fourteen days leave. Now it's back to the army life. I only have a few weeks then I'm being sent to Europe."
Their conversation ran smoothly, encompassing small talk, the two of them laughing. Pepper leaned closely to the young man, her body heat warming his arm, the smell of her arousing him deep within his loins, perspiration standing on his brow as she lightly pressed a breast against his arm, making his speech stammer and his face redden slightly.
Several hours had passed, and by now she and the soldier were the only two left on the bus with the driver.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to make a rest-stop in the hack of the bus," said Pepper as she moved across the boy. Her long legs rubbed against his as she passed and turned her ass to his face, almost touching his nose. Gulping, he tried to escape, but the beautiful curves seemed to be staring at him, and his eyes followed her down the aisle.
Leaving the john in the back of the bus, Pepper slid into the small darkened seat next to it. Minutes passed as she gazed out the window, and as she had planned, the soldier came down the aisle of the empty bus. He gave her a smile as he went into the unisex restroom and then returned to sit next to her.
"You didn't come back and I thought something might be wrong," he told her.
"No, I just thought I would sit back here and sleep a bit."
"Oh, I see. Well, I won't bother you then. I'll go back up front."
"You don't have to go," Pepper told him and her hand slipped to his knee, squeezing his well-formed thigh as it began to travel upward toward that fat crotch. Quickly her hand moved until she had found his cock and with her steady pressure it began to harden and lengthen. Her sly fingers grasped his balls as the boy leaned toward her, his arms surrounding her, as he buried his face in her long hair and began to kiss her neck and ear. His lips were soft and warm and Pepper began to unbutton his khaki pants. Her mouth crushed his, their tongues entwining, teeth biting at lips, their hands moving quickly. His trembling hand moved under her blouse as he found the firm breast, cupping it, rubbing the nipple.
Then unbuttoning her blouse, he took the tit in his hand and began to suck on it, biting, chewing, tonguing the cone of firm flesh. Her hand pulled his erect, throbbing penis from his pants. It was thick and full, long and smooth with a huge pink head twice the size of any Pepper had ever seen.
"God," she thought. "It's been months since I've had a cock. I've got to have this one."
Her cunt was on fire. The lips were moist and dilated wanting that big prick.
"Pull your pants down," she told him as she turned toward him. She pulled her skirt up, placed one leg along the back of the seat and the other up on top of the seat hiding them from the driver's vision. She was completely open, gaping, pussy lips drooling, as she took the huge tool and guided the oversized head to her slit.
"Okay, put it in. All the way. I want you to shove it home and make me feel it." She was panting in heat as the boy pressed the iron hard cock into her pussy.
He had one knee on the seat and the other bent below him for balance, his hands beside her waist as he felt his big cock head stretch those elastic lips. Then pushing hard, he sank his cock to the hilt, all the way up her cunt, Pepper making a small grunting sound as she took it all, feeling the stiff inches raking the hot walls of her snatch until it could go no further.
"Oh, baby," she whispered. "It feels so good. It feels so good. Now give me a good fuck. God, it's been so long. Make me feel it. Make me feel every inch of your big dick."
She reached down to feel the base of the cock, her fingers running through his pubic hair, feeling the inches plunging in and out of her snatch, feeling the stretched skin of his enormous penis as it moved in and out of her channel, the oily juice covering her fingers as she reached down to pull at the balls in the bouncing scrotum.
"Is it okay?" he asked. "I've never done it in a bus before. I want to make it good. It feels so great. Your pussy is hot as fire. It feels like you're going to burn up my dick. Hunch toward me, baby. Oh, that's good. Keep playing with my balls. Tighter, make your pussy tighter."
He jammed evenly in and out, Pepper clamping down on the stabbing flesh, tightening her cunt lips until the boy felt as if his penis were locked to the girl's body. Withdrawing his cock until it was almost out, he could feel the cunt lips covering the back of the ridge of his immense cock head, holding on to it tightly, firmly.
"Tighten up," he told her, and Pepper tightened her butt, sphincter and cunt muscles as the boy began to lift her ass off the seat with his huge tool. The cunt lips held to the back of the cock head as he swung her ass back and forth like the pendulum of a clock.
"Damn, if that don't beat all," he huskily breathed. "Boy, that's a snapper if I've ever been in one. Come on, baby, let's do some real serious fucking now. I've got to get my rocks off. I'm about to die."
He threw his muscled ass into gear and began to piston that huge fuckstick in and out of the hole so fast that Pepper could hardly keep up. Grabbing hold of his buttocks, she kept him deep inside her, making his strokes short and quick, his body and pubic hair rubbing against her aroused clit.
Cupping her breasts, she thrust them toward his mouth as their bodies worked together, as the big tool moved in and out of the dripping, squeezing pussy.
"Suck on them. Suck on them. Chew on them till you taste blood."
Pepper fucked in ecstasy, the big cock ravaging her hole, the inches pushing and pulling in her pussy, as he mouthed her tits, and covered them with saliva.
"Oh, here it comes," she groaned and poured out her love juices, covering the throbbing prick as he jetted spurts of molten come into her velvety snatch, the stallion size hammer still charging back and forth as it flooded the sticky channel.
"Boy, that's good. I want to see if that thing tastes as hot as it feels."
His cock head was so big, that as he withdrew, the immense ridge seemed to scoop out the pussy, cleaning the walls, as it took the come with it. A squishy, sucking sounded as the big tool popped out, the love juice dripping from the head and trickling down the crevice of Pepper's buttocks.
The boy sank his nose into the slit, his tongue licking at every drop of juice. His mouth covered her gash, and he sucked air in as he pressed his rounded lips against the slit, pulling the juice onto his tongue, savoring the flavor of the sweet cream. His fingers pulled the cunt lips wider as his tongue moved up and down the slit, washing the irritated knob and pink flesh until it was licked clean.
"God, that's good. How'd you like to suck my big dick, honey? I'd love to feel those lips wrap around my meat."
Pepper stretched further down the seat as the man turned around. He placed one knee beside her head, and balanced as he had before during the hot fuck. The flaccid penis dangled at her lips, the huge balls brushing lightly on the bridge of her nose.
Her tongue licked over the warm flesh as the big bone began to harden again. Her lips opened to cover the tip of the head as the boy again sank his nose into her bush. She ran her tongue in and out of the eye as he chewed at her clit, making her twist in passion. She tried to get the huge headed monster into her mouth, but it was too big. She sucked at the tip, as she began to jerk the skin of the tool up and down. With her other hand she sought the rosy asshole, her finger massaging the sphincter, loosing the muscle with constant pressure, until it sank inside.
As his tongue lapped and slurped at her pussy, the boy began a fucking motion. Pepper continued to suck as she jerked him and fucked his asshole with her finger. Harder he began to grind his ass in circles as he sucked at her jewel knob and they both began to feel the juices start to flow upward through their bodies, jetting out in hot squirts. His tongue and nose were covered with the hot pearls and his sticky come covered her lips and tongue as it streamed down her throat. They gulped and swallowed together as their bodies throbbed and their passion receded.
"Wow," he exclaimed as she sat beside her, "that was some good stuff. Don't be upset, baby, there aren't many mouths big enough to get my cock head in. You did a good job though. Thought you were really gonna ream out my ass with that long finger of yours."
He reached over and teased her pussy with his fingers, sliding a long forefinger in and out of the wet hole, up and down the parted slit.
"Your little snatch tastes just as hot as it felt. Maybe we'll have time to warm it up again, or does it ever cool off?" he laughed.
The bus began to slow down as they drew near a lighted area.
"Looks like it's a coffee stop," murmured Pepper. "Next to your big dick, I think I'd like to have a cup of hot coffee."
"Well, honey, you can have both," he answered, "in any order you prefer."
He swatted her ass as they moved down the aisle and out of the bus.
"We're going to be here a few minutes longer, folks," the driver told them. "Just have to have some checking done on the motor and fill up with diesel. So if you will return to the bus when you finish, we'll be leaving shortly after. I'll have to move it to the garage, so you can find it in there." The driver took a long look at Pepper and then at the soldier's rumpled clothing, noticing the unzipped fly of the uniform.
"That's just what I thought. Well, we may just have a little fun while they service this machine, all three of us together," he muttered to himself. "Yeah, all three of us. That boy's got a good looking ass, too," he thought, driving the big bus into the garage. "I may just get some of his and hers."
The nearly deserted coffee shop was a typical greasy spoon, offering the standard menu of saran-wrapped sandwiches, day-old doughnuts, cardboard containers of coffee, and the usual ill-kempt, disinterested waitress.
Pepper and the young soldier chose coffee and doughnuts as the lesser of the evils of the plastic foods and sat a table away from the few other people who were waiting to board the unarrived busses.
Their conversation was easy, joking and laughing, telling each other about their lives and what they wanted to do in the future.
"Well, one thing I sure want to do while there's time is to see if that snapping thing is still hot. Come on, Pepper, let's get back to the bus."
They found their bus in the dimly lighted garage, boarded it and took their seats in the back. With no hesitation, the young soldier slipped his hand under Pepper's skirt and high on her thigh.
She reached between his legs and took the cloth-covered cock in her hands, her fingers wrapping around it as she slid her fist up and down the hardening length of it. His fingers toyed for a second, teasing the lips, and then sank into the wet hole, causing Pepper to shiver with deliciousness.
"Honey, that thing's still on fire," he murmured, and the restroom door suddenly opened.
"Damn," she thought, "someone is always opening a door when I'm about to get fucked."
The bus driver stood there looking at them. His hand held his long cock, squeezing it, jerking the skin back and forth, the shiny red head gleaming as the skin capped and uncapped it.
"I've been waiting. Thought you would be back soon and we might have a little party, just the three of us," the driver leered at them.
The soldier looked at the man as he stood there massaging his cock, then he looked at Pepper.
"Well, I don't know," he stammered, taken aback. "I've never done it with three. What do you do?"
"Sonny, this little lady and I are gonna show you. Why don't we get out of these uncomfortable clothes and get with it."
Pepper was so excited by the man's big cock and the thought of having two huge pieces of meat at her disposal that she was the first undressed. She watched the two men get out of their clothes, and as the soldier's cock flopped out of his pants she grabbed it in her hand, while with the other hand she grabbed the bus driver's stiff pole.
Seated on the arm of the aisle seat, a man on either side with their cocks straight out in front of them, she turned to suck at the bus driver's long meat, while the soldier rubbed his dick against her flesh.
Then she turned and took the head of the soldier's cock and began to kiss on it, as the bus driver played with her tits, thumbing the nipple until it jutted out. Then he put his cock head in her arm pit, fucking slowly back and forth, the arm holding the foreskin in place as the cock slid in and out of its sheath.
"Whooee," the soldier yelled, "I'm gonna suck me some more of that pussy."
The soldier knelt between Pepper's outstretched legs and buried his face in her cunt, sucking wildly. The bus driver stood in front of Pepper, astraddle of the kneeling boy.
"Push your tits together, honey," he told her.
Pepper pushed those gorgeous globes of flesh together as the bus driver began to slide his cock to and fro between the soft mounds. He fucked the tits as she wrapped them tighter around the throbbing cock, excitedly watching the cock head poke up, wink at her, and then disappear.
A drop of fluid began to appear on the head, and she bent to lick it away, biting at the eye.
The young soldier stopped sucking the reeking pussy and began to finger the extended clit. Turning his head upwards, he saw the hanging scrotum of the bus driver, and for the first time in his life he took a pair of balls in his mouth. Fingering Pepper's cunt, he played around the mound as his long middle finger fucked away at her.
"That's it, boy. Suck my balls!"
The bus driver rammed his cock harder as Pepper let her breasts fall and took his pounding meat in her mouth, opening wide as it continued to sink down her throat. She loved the taste of it, the feel of it.
"God," she thought, "there's nothing like a big cock."
The soldier's tongue began to wander up the man's scrotum, through the crotch, then tentatively searched out the asshole.
"You got the right idea, sonny. Eat it out. Eat out my ass," and the bus driver spread his legs wider, opening his buttocks as the young soldier hesitantly but eagerly began to tongue in and out of the tight little sphincter.
"Oh, baby, you two have the greatest gas [missing text] the man's tongue licked the flesh beneath the buttocks and moved upwards to the waist, the middle of the back and over the shoulders. Her body gleamed with saliva.
As he knelt beside her, licking her body, she saw his immense cock, ten inches long, thick as a baby's leg, small purple veins standing out against the white skin.
"Give me that dick to suck," she whispered and reached down to grasp the large egg-shaped balls in her hands. Moving back on the couch, he lay beside her, head to foot, as they began to suck each other's begging parts.
His tongue sank deep into the vagina as she opened her mouth and took all the big cock. Opening her throat wider, she pulled his buttocks towards her face, forcing the huge shaft deep into her throat.
He made a low, moaning sound of pleasure, and pushed his dick deeper, as he began to suck on her clit. Her tongue moved over his shaft as she began to lick the balls, taking them in her mouth, sucking one at a time, then both together, her teeth pulling at the hair of the scrotum as she held his big cock in her hand, jerking it back and forth. His tongue was so different than Natasha's, so delicious, so long and hot as it licked her wet cunt walls.
"Don't come yet, honey," he told her, and pulled her around on top of him. "Sit on it," he said as he lay on his back, his legs hanging on either side of the chaise.
Spreading her knees on either side of his waist, she guided his stiff pole toward her wet pussy, and with no trouble, sank down on his huge meat.
"Oh, god," he groaned. "Get it all in there."
Pepper panted as she felt the thick tool going all the way inside until their pubic hairs began to cling together with the juice dripping from her snatch. Up and down she thrust, as he fucked in and out, his hands gripping her swinging tits.
"Oh, Jesus, yes. Fuck me, Slate. You feel so good up there. Harder. Drive it deeper inside me," and she spread her legs wider, impaling her body on the iron hard spear.
"That's it, baby," he said, "fuck that big dick. It's going to come, and I'm going to flood you with hot love juice. Now, do it."
Their bodies were like machines as they fucked faster, her cunt gaping to take all the huge penis, his ass bucking to throw the pole higher into the cunt above it.
"Now," she yelled, and she began to spew her love juice all over his cock.
"I've got it. Here it comes," and he shot jet after jet of hot sperm into the convulsing snatch. They continued to move against each other as the semen of both bodies began to trickle from the yawning opening down into his pubic hair.
"Get on bottom," he ordered, and quick as lightning they changed positions.
He licked at her cunt, slurping at the come, his tongue cleaning the lips as it moved down her crotch and sucked at her asshole.
"I'm going to eat that sweet thing out, baby." And he sank his tongue deep inside the asshole as Pepper arched her back and threw her body higher to let him take all he wanted. His hands took her rotating buttocks and spread the cheeks wider, his tongue rimming the elastic muscle.
"Now I'm going to fuck that sweet hole. I've wanted to for days and I'm going to make up for all the time I missed. I know what Natasha's been doing to you, and I don't want you to forget what a good prick feels like."
"Oh, do it to me. I want all that big meat. Come on, Slate, ram it inside me. Make me feel it."
Climbing between her legs, she wrapped her legs around him as he pushed the big dick inside. The pussy lips quivered as they grabbed for the inches penetrating the yearning flesh.
"Oh, that's it," she cried. "Make me know it. Hard. Fuck me hard."
Slate slammed it home. Back and forth, in and out, with hard fierce movement, showing no mercy to the cunt that asked not to be spared. She twisted, turned, gyrated on the huge, slippery pole, urging him on as he plowed her twat, her hot box clamping down on the thick meat.
His cock had never been so swollen and it stretched her pussy until she thought it would rip open. Tighter she grabbed it as she drove her cunt up and down his stabbing meat. His cock muscle flexed and relaxed as she answered with contractions and clutchings.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, can you ever fuck. That pussy's the best I've ever had. Don't stop wriggling your ass. I can't stand this. Let's get it. Come on, baby, get your load. I'm ready. Here it comes."
He could feel the come begin to shoot from his balls, exploding from the head of his stretched meat into the red-hot canal. Flooding her with his juice, his cock slid in and out, a slurping sound created with each movement as Pepper added her own love flow to his. "Oh, yes," she moaned, "keep going. Keep going. I'm going to come again."
Her nails raked his back like claws as she forced him to fuck more. His big tool pounded in and out as he made circles with his ass, dipping in and out of the slimy hole.
"Deeper, faster. I'm going to come." She fucked harder, her ass heaving and bucking against him. She grabbed his buttocks and held him deep inside her, taking all the big prick and pressing the cockhead against the cervix. The little short jabs were about to drive him out of his mind and he pulled loose and began to pull almost out and then lunge back in, making long strokes full length, jabbing as hard and fast as he could go.
"Take me now," she screamed, and she felt his come shoot out again as her vagina joined his prick in spasms of orgasm, the smell of come mixing with the odor of sweat of the spent bodies.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DOING THE CATWALK HUMP
The applause thundered through the house. Broadway had not seen as beautiful or as talented a star in years. The standing crowd cheered and bravoed as Natasha took a final bow, left the stage, and listened happily to them screaming for her.
"I guess it was worth it. When you hear that, the years of tap lessons, diction, elocution, the hours of work and practice, that makes it worth it. Don't forget the money, either, dear," she told herself as she left the wings for her dressing room.
"They all think it's so easy. You just get up there and do it," she thought.
She mused on the politics, the backstage triangles, the beds she had slept in to get where she was. Those producers and directors had all wanted her body, and she had let them have it. It made no difference to her, and she could feign her enthusiasm and passion for them as long as she got the job.
The only ones she cared about were the women who could help her. Then she gave herself, her body, and her passion. They understood so much better than these callous men. True, she had to marry. There was always the image to consider, but Slate was understanding. He knew the score and they both could play around as long as they didn't interfere in each other's private property. It was a good arrangement and the ignorant public loved it.
"God, how long ago did it all start?" she asked herself.
She had been an exquisite child. Her parents never gave her much love and her mother was determined that the beautiful child would be an actress. Daily the little girl was given classes in all the fields of theater. She was blessed with talent, intuitive about what was right and wrong, and nothing mattered to the stage-mother except Florabel being a success on the stage.
"That's a lovely girl, Florabel," the nanny would tell her. "You were wonderful today. Now get out of your clothes. It's bed time."
The nanny worshipped the talented, beautiful child. Her hands would roam over the young girl's body as she helped her dress, undress, bathe, prepare for bed. She would give the lovely body little kisses, and on occasion her lips would pause too long over the undeveloped nipples, causing strange sensations in the young awakening body.
Florabel Gasch would never forget the night her nanny kissed her all over. It was as if love surrounded her as the nanny's tongue licked at the little body as she lay in bed.
The warm, wet organ covered her body and licked at her little slit, so pink and untouched. The girl didn't understand but the feeling it created in her could never be forgotten. Many times after that she would ask her nanny to repeat the motions, lying there, a supplicant to the woman's whims, loving the tongue that moved over her, the lips that left kisses where no one had ever touched or seen.
Every day, year after year, the nanny had dressed and undressed and bathed and cared for her beloved Florabel. Her hands always would linger longingly and lovingly over the young girl's body, a touch that became commonplace to the young child.
However, as Florabel entered her early teens and became more and more aware of her ripening body, she found that the nanny's touch excited her in a new and more intense way.
After each day's session of tap class and ballet lessons, Florabel would return home, have a long luxurious hot bath, and then have a massage by her nanny. She always looked forward to this part of the day. She relaxed easily, stimulated as usual by the nanny's firm touch, the sensuous massaging filling her head with tactile delight.
It had been several years since she and the nanny had discontinued their bedtime routine of the all-over kissing session, after having nearly been caught by Florabel's mother one night, and the sensuality between them had for quite some time been restricted to the nanny's furtive caresses while caring for the girl.
However, one day during her massage, when she was just thirteen, Florabel suddenly looked at her nanny in a new and knowing way.
The nanny was an attractive woman and as she bent over Florabel's body, the girl looked into the older woman's open blouse top and was surprised to notice that she wore no brassiere. Her large breasts were firm and womanly, twin globes of flesh hanging invitingly, swinging with the motion as she massaged the girl's shoulders.
Florabel moved slightly under the nanny's practiced touch as the hands worked expertly, rubbing down her back to her waist and the top of her firm, virgin buttocks.
"You're such a pretty little girl, Florabel," the nanny breathed, and her hands rubbed and kneaded the flesh in the small of the girl's back, then the tender, sensitive muscles atop of the trim ass.
"Are these sore today, dear," the nanny asked as she squeezed the muscles expertly.
"No. Not really," answered the budding young actress, and a new sensation began to form in the pit of her stomach. It was like a stroke of heat, a boiling in the very depths of her loins, a feeling she had never before experienced.
The woman's fingers pressed firmly, deeply into the flesh of the buttocks. Her hand tightened on the girl's waist as the hand worked more decisively. Florabel began to squirm.
"Oh, did I hurt you?" asked the nanny.
"Oh, no," Florabel answered. "Don't stop. That feels so very good."
The nanny became more reckless as the young body excited her. Her fingers tickled down the crack of the pretty little buns and she bent over and kissed the girl's smooth neck.
Florabel quivered with the new-old feeling. A strange feeling of intimacy that she had never known before pervaded her.
She didn't know what to do, but intuitively she parted her legs, and the nanny's fingers slipped between the two mounds of flesh. With one hand she continued to massage the lithe back, while her other hand began slyly to massage the tender little sphincter muscle.
Chills ran down Florabel's spine, leaving goose-bumps standing on her skin. She made a little moan as the nanny's finger slightly penetrated the sweet opening, paused and then withdrew.
Fearing that she had gone too far too fast, the nanny began to massage the girl's parted thighs with her hands in the usual manner. Then as she got bolder, she squeezed the delicious flesh just below the buttocks, her thumbs pressing hard on the young inner thighs.
Florabel spread her legs even wider, half unconsciously, and as the nanny massaged, her fingers began to creep toward the virgin slit.
Florabel sensed that something wonderful was going to happen, and she lifted her hips slightly as the fingers began to lightly run up and down the almost hairless vaginal crack.
Nanny grasped her thighs as she bent down and tenderly kissed the young buttocks, her open mouth sucking on the sweet flesh. Her tongue began eagerly to lick and wet the skin.
"Oh, no. Don't. Please don't," the girl murmured, and the nanny stopped abruptly, realizing that she had almost lost control.
The girl turned over on her back and looked at the older woman, her nurse for so many years.
"I feel so strange. I don't understand. It feels so good, but I don't understand," the young girl said.
"I thought you liked your massage, Florabel," the nanny stated, trying to brazen it out.
"Oh, I do, Nanny, but this time it's so different. Do it again, but not so hard. I guess I was scared, but do it again, please."
The nanny's hands rested on the young girl's shoulder and then began to wander down her body. Her large breasts swung freely as she gently touched the girl's just-forming breasts, rubbing them with a practiced touch.
Florabel's eyes remained closed as she was filled with the new sensations that thrilled her. Her toes curled as the hands lightly squeezed the little titties, and then a soft, warm, wet feeling encompassed one small mound of flesh.
Nanny's tongue darted over the little nipple, her mouth completely covering the tit as her hand squeezed the other. Then the mouth moved to the other small cone as the nanny's hand traveled to the girl's small waist and flat stomach.
"Oh, rub on me, Nanny. It feels so good, so different. Rub on me."
Florabel was in unknown ecstasy as the practiced mouth filled her with new-found pleasure. Her young body was ripe, just awakening, and her teacher was an expert in the matter of caresses and titillations.
Fingertips began to softly touch her lower abdomen as the silken mouth moved downward, pausing over her navel, tonguing and sucking it. Florabel moved her legs apart involuntarily, her little gash now beginning to itch and burn.
"Why does it feel like that?" she wondered. "It never has before. Maybe Nanny would scratch it for me. Just touch it for me."
Then the fingers began to explore the twin openings, the supple hands teasing her most private areas, but pleasing the girl, making her squirm and twist slightly.
"Touch it, Nanny. Please touch it," Florabel begged, and the hand clamped firmly over the little love-nest.
The fingers rubbed and stimulated the genitals, making Florabel's legs twitch in spasms. At last the fingers began to move over the little slit as the girl lifted her ass slightly to further expose her now-awakened cunt.
Florabel pressed up more, trying to force the exploring finger to enter his little slit, as the nanny's mouth continued to lick over the stomach and down to the down-covered love mound.
The finger began to tenderly probe around the virgin vagina, slipping just between the lips, sliding up and down, and the pussy began to secrete its moisture. The girl knew that she wanted to feel that finger press inside her little pussy as it teased and gently toyed around the cunt lips, opening and shutting the pink, fleshy folds, now moistened with a sweet slimy secretion from the new sensations.
The nanny's mouth covered the mound as the finger began to slip inside the hole. Slowly, slowly the finger moved, probing gently, as the other hand skillfully caressed the now-heated adolescent body.
Her tongue was covering Florabel's skin with saliva. It moved down to her thigh as the finger began to work back and forth, spiraling in and out of her now thoroughly wet little snatch.
"Oh," she moaned. "Oh. What are you doing to me? I love it. I feel so funny inside. Don't stop."
She writhed in passion, not knowing the reason but loving the cause. Only as a baby had the girl been interested in her own sex, but now the nanny's huge tits hypnotized her. Slowly her hand moved to touch for the first time the large breast, gently surrounding the flesh, squeezing, rubbing the exposed brown nipple.
The nanny leaned toward the girl as Florabel pulled the tit toward her mouth, nuzzling it, cupping it, bringing it toward her little tongue. Florabel seized the breast suddenly with both hands and began energetically to suck at the nipple, chewing, lightly biting, like a baby searching for milk.
This was more than the nanny could have wished for. The sucking noises of the young girl's mouth on her tit were filling her with passion and her cunt with cream, and the young girl's cunt was open and welcome as her forefinger suddenly plunged deep, the flesh yielding easily, warm and wet.
"Oh, more. Do it some more," Florabel begged, and the nanny began to finger the little hole frantically as the girl widened her legs more and began to work against the intruder.
The young girl chewed and sucked harder on the tit. Something was happening within her body. Some strange thing was erupting below her stomach. The muscles were becoming tense. Her little pussy began to convulse, the muscles clamping down on the finger, trying to hold it inside of her, wanting more of it.
The nanny's open palm rubbed against the tiny clit as the finger moved methodically. Florabel sucked on the nipple as the nanny mouthed over her body, and the finger twisted around the tight lips and Florabel heaved and bucked.
Suddenly the girl's entire body tensed. Her little pussy grabbed at the finger and a moan sounded from Florabel's throat. Never before had she felt this.
"Oh my," she wondered. "What's happening? What's happening? I'm exploding."
Aloud, she cried, "Oh, Nanny, don't stop."
She teethed on the nipple as her first orgasm shot through her body, covering the nanny's hand with creamy whiteness. Her body shook with each throb of the new climax, the small spurts of cream causing her to tremble as they jetted out over the rhythmically moving finger.
"Oh, don't let it stop. Don't let it stop," the girl cried in new-found ecstasy.
The nanny was finding new thrills in an old routine.
"My sweet little girl," she thought, "I will show you something even better."
This was the first time the nanny had ever had so young a little girl, and she intended to taste that sweet slit, to suck that young cunt. Her body was on fire as she withdrew her finger, despite the pleading of Florabel to put it back in.
Ignoring the girl's cries, the nanny moved Florabel's legs as wide as possible and pressed her mouth toward the drooling crease. She began to kiss all around the sensitive area, licking at the down covering the little nest, the warm tongue sucking at the drops of come and savoring each white pearl.
Florabel thrust her protruding clit and cunt toward the seeking mouth as the tongue began to lap at her novice twat. She felt the tongue begin to move over the lips of her snatch, and as it licked lightly, she felt like she would faint from the fabulous feeling.
As the nanny held the girl's little asscheeks in her hands, she pushed her tongue long and hard into the steaming cunt, licking at the velvet walls, tasting the young juiciness of the virgin hole.
She could taste the sweet cream, the salt sweetness of the natural juices, and she gulped and slurped as she began to suck at the cunt in earnest. The nanny's fingers gently opened the cunt lips as her tongue licked up and down, in and out, over the tiny clit. Florabel's hands surrounded the bobbing head, pulling it tighter to her body as she raised her legs and wrapped them around her nurse's neck.
"Oh, Nanny," cried Florabel. "Suck it. Don't stop! Suck it! It's going to happen again. I can feel it. It's going to happen again!"
The nanny could feel her own orgasm rising through her body, and as she tongued at the tight little hole, she began to finger her own yearning cunt. Faster she moved, her tongue like lightning over the slit, the finger expertly massaging the slit, fingering the dripping vagina.
Florabel began to jerk wildly, pressing the head tighter between her thighs. As the tongue darted in and out, her hips responded and moved back and forth like an opponent.
Nanny's worked harder, both with her tongue and finger, and as she felt her come begin to grow in her cunt, Florabel began to twist and cry, tears falling from her eyes.
"Oh, what is it? What is it? Why does it feel so good? Don't stop! It feels so good!"
The young girl was being well initiated, though unknowingly, into the subtle pleasures of lesbianism.
The first experience had been one beyond belief for the talented and high-strung little girl. The nanny had quieted her guilt feelings by explaining the meaning of love, the naturalness of the act, the functions of the body, and how right it was between two women.
Florabel accepted the explanation completely. It fitted with her religious and moral training, and though she had been continually warned about men from an early age, nothing had been said about women being evil, and therefore it must be all right.
Her sensitive little body craved those sensations over and over, and those gentle touches were always there, exciting and soothing her, giving her love and satisfaction and release.
Florabel always thought of those tender caresses in later years. In her high school years, boys tried to touch her, to feel of her perfectly formed body, and her curiosity had led her to submit to them. But never was there the tenderness of her nanny.
During those years, only one boy had come close to arousing her passion, and he had ruined it.
* * *
It had been the night of the Prom, her last year in high school. She had accepted the date only because it was the thing to do. You had to be at the Prom, and everyone expected her to be there.
Ralph was a handsome boy, big and strapping, the captain of the varsity football team and the idol of every girl in school except Florabel. Boys were only boys, nothing else. She admitted to herself that she found a physical attraction, but her desires were suffocated by morality and satisfied by her nanny.
She had no use for the male body and wasn't even quite sure how it was put together. Her girlfriends openly discussed the boys' physical attributes, and she always smiled and agreed as if she knew what they were talking about.
From conversations she had learned that Ralph was well-hung, almost a freak because his organ was so large. She admitted some interest in her mind, but dismissed it into nothingness.
She found the monthly pajama parties with her girl friends more interesting. Their bodies were soft and curved, the skin delicious looking, and, though she never made advances, she would often have fantasies about them as her nanny would satisfy her needy body.
Ralph had driven out of town after the dance to a lonely country road and had parked the car. Florabel had an idea of what was going to happen.
"Are we lost, Ralph?" she asked.
He looked at her, so beautiful and so desirable, and his young sex began to rise. He couldn't hide his erection as it began to take shape. It was so immense, long and thick that it showed plainly against his leg beneath his dress suit. Her long hair framed her face and beautiful eyes, falling to her shoulders and her beautifully shaped breasts.
Without saying a word, he drew her toward him, the only sounds his quick breathing and the rustle of her skirt. Gently, he kissed her, his lips closed against hers. His hand soon crept to her leg, fingering her knee.
"He can't kiss, that's for sure," she thought, and she parted her lips and lightly touched his mouth with her tongue.
He jumped at the touch, but responded by drawing her closer and moving his hand toward her lower thigh.
"I don't think you should do that, Ralph," she told him. "It's late and I should be getting home."
"But this night only happens once in our lives, Florabel. You're so beautiful, so soft. I don't want to take you home yet."
His hands fingered her lovely hair as his arm encircled her shoulder. The other hand was still resting lightly on her thigh.
"Someone might be around. They might catch us. What if the police come?" She was avoiding his insistent pressure.
"No one ever comes out here. Not even the kids in school. There's no one around for miles," he answered, and his hand slipped under her skirt and felt of the smooth flesh above her stocking top.
His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth. Suddenly his hands were covering her body, under her dress, moving up her thigh toward her panties, back down the thigh, rubbing the silken skin as the other hand moved inside the bodice of her dress, gripping the large, beautifully moulded young breast.
She started at the touch of his crude fingers on her flesh, and he breathed heavily as he ran his tongue in and out of her mouth, over the teeth and lips.
"If I let him do this, then maybe he'll stop," she thought.
His hand gripped tighter on her breast as the other hand tried to part her unwilling legs and move toward her crotch. The sensation wasn't unpleasing to her, and she yielded, moving her legs slightly as his fingers slid up to touch the edge of her panties.
"That's far enough, Ralph," she said suddenly. "You know I'm not that kind of girl." And then she began to fight him, trying to push him away. It was hopeless now that he had gone so very far. His body was so big that he dwarfed her.
Perspiration popped out on Ralph's forehead as his fingers felt the pubic hair of her silky bush. She resisted this advance although she was now breathing heavier and actually enjoying his touch. His hands felt so rough, not at all like Nanny's.
"You're so warm and soft," he breathed into her ear.
He was also breathing quite heavily, and he pulled the necktie from around his neck.
"Stop that, Ralph. I think you've gone far enough," Florabel protested, but she couldn't fight off his predatory hands as he reached over and felt her stomach and breasts.
"Take me home now," she demanded, panicking. "I don't want you to behave like this."
"When I get through...." he panted, and lunged toward her.
His mouth covered hers as his arm encircled her waist, pulling her toward him. He began to squeeze the well-developed breast as his tongue probed into her mouth roughly.
"Don't," she begged as his hand began unzipping her dress. "Please don't!"
But her cries went unheeded as he continued to fondle her, kiss her wetly and continue pulling down the zipper. His hand fumbled with her bra and suddenly her breasts fell free. He had undone the hooks with the expertise of long back-seat practice and his hands leaped at once toward the unconfined mounds of gorgeous girl-flesh.
Though his touch remained, to her way of thinking, crude, she was nevertheless becoming excited by the sensuality of the moment, and she waited and made no movement as his hands moved down the flesh of her uncovered back, left her breast and moved under her skirt toward her panties.
Huskily, he said, "It's too warm for clothes. Let's get out of these things."
In a few moments he was naked except for his brief underwear. His body was beautiful and well-muscled from the years of athletics, and Florabel could see that what the girls had said was true. His cock was bulging, straining, against his shorts, standing up trying to force its way free.
"I'm not getting out of my clothes, Ralph," she said, trying to refasten her bra hooks. "This is wrong. Now you put your clothes back on and take me home right now," she ordered.
"Come on, Florabel, get comfortable," he said, his voice husky from the whiskey that the boys had been sharing in the men's room between dances. He moved closer to her and his hands ripped at her dress, tearing it away from her body, down to her waist.
"You rotten beast," she yelled and tried to kick him and slap him. She wasn't as upset about his nakedness, actually, as she was about his tearing her new dress.
"Thatta girl. I like to see some spunk," he said.
He grabbed her again, kissing her as his hands struggled to remove her clothes. She tried to push him away, but he gripped her arm firmly and tugged at the dress, his lips never leaving hers as the garment began to tear away.
"You're an animal," she screamed, struggling against him, but his strength was overpowering and shortly he lay on top of her, the dress in a rumpled, torn heap on the floor of the car.
"Now doesn't this feel better?" he asked as he pressed his body against hers.
They were nude except for underclothing, her bra hanging free. He moved his body with small motions, his ass pressing up and down, in tiny circles. She could feel his immense phallus pressing uncomfortably into her belly. It felt as hard as iron and at least eleven inches long, thick and strong.
"Ralph, you can't do this. You really can't do this." She began to worry if he would be as rough if he went any further. There was nothing she could do. He was so strong, and her pussy was beginning to burn, wanting to feel something inside.
"Maybe he'll put his finger in here the way Nanny does," she thought. "If I let him do that, then that may be enough and he'll stop." She began to move her body in response. Ralph, of course, misconstrued her motion.
"See, baby, it's not so bad. You're gonna like what Ralphie has for you," and his hands moved down to pull her panties over her hips.
Down they came over her thighs, and her stockings as well, and the cool air gave her delicious chills. She could feel his pole stretching even more, pressing against her body as his hand began to rub her thigh, slipping between her legs. The fingers began to pry open her little slit.
"Oh," she moaned involuntarily as little quivers ran through the pussy lips at the exciting foreign touch. She began to move her hips in small circles, spreading her legs slightly to allow the boy's finger easier entrance.
"Oh, baby, are you sweet," breathed Ralph, and covered her face and neck with his tongue. The warm, wet tongue darted into her ear, his teeth nibbled at her earlobe as his fingers began to work their magic. There was no tenderness, only animal crudeness, but Florabel was caught up in the passion of the moment.
"Let's get out of the car," he said, and he pulled away from her, taking a blanket from the back seat.
Circling the car, he opened the door, dragged her out, and led her by the reluctant hand to a grassy spot. Throwing the blanket on the ground, he pushed her down and stood over her. She watched as he slowly began to pull his shorts down.
Her breath seemed to stop as his huge cock flopped out. It was unbelievable. The head of it was shiny in the moonlight, almost as big as a baby's fist. It stood straight out, circumcised, thick and long, and two huge balls hung in the long scrotum.
He fell on her, frightening her with his crudity and suddenness, and she fought against him. His hands roamed over her body, his mouth licked at her flesh as she struggled.
"Just relax. We're gonna have some fun," he told her as his hand traveled down to her slit.
Quickly his fingers moved up and down the outer lips, exciting her again and making her forget for the moment his roughness. Kissing her with more passion, his giant prick pressed against her thigh, the stiffness of it long and smooth against her virgin skin.
His hand felt the moist slit, his touch becoming rougher as the fingers probed for her clit. She was becoming more excited and her little knob began to protrude and become irritated pleasantly at his touch. She moaned and sighed with pleasure as his hand worked at her cunt and she could feel his long dick flex rhythmically against her.
He had removed her panties and bra and they lay completely unclothed as he pulled away from her and began to kiss her body. His mouth moved down over her ribcage, over her navel, to her flat belly. His tongue was wet and broad and gave her thrills of pleasure as it moved to her Venus mound and began to lick away at her now-oozing pussy lips.
His mouth was not as experienced as her nanny's, but it thrilled her anyway as it covered her slit, sucking at her skin, pulling at her pubic hair, licking her exposed clit.
Her jewel was bigger in size than most girls' and it was easily stimulated, being so obviously exposed. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it, making her writhe, her legs flailing about as she lifted her cunt higher to his mouth.
"Ralph, you shouldn't do that," she moaned, but she couldn't stop herself from grabbing his head and pulling it tighter between her legs. She loved to have her pussy sucked.
Nanny had taught her well. The boy was crude and inexperienced by comparison, but the thrill of the warm mouth, the licking male tongue, was everything at that moment.
Ralph's desire was building, his cock was full stretched now. He licked steadily at the center of her being. He wanted to bring her off and then he would fuck her, shove his huge prick up her hole and make her beg for it.
"She knows a lot about fancy fucking," he thought, as his mouth worked away at the pussy. "I'll bet she's had more dick than any girl in school, but not one as big as Ralphie's." Florabel was moaning in ecstasy as Ralph slaved away at her burning hole, sucking at it, chewing, licking her flesh until pleasure seemed to be pain. Then quickly, as he mouthed her knob, she could feel her orgasm stirring in her loins.
"That's it Ralph! I'm ready, I'm ready!" She looked down at his head bobbing between her legs, circling over her pussy, bringing her to her climax. His muscled buttocks were keeping time with his head, as if he were fucking the clear air, as Florabel exploded. Her come shot out soaking his tongue, covering his lips, the hardest orgasm she had ever had.
"Oh, my God," she yelled, and her cry spurred him on. Faster he licked and sucked, at the seething pussy as she ground herself against his mouth.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, "get it good. You taste so sweet."
Ralph was not a great cunt sucker, but he was learning and she was the most passionate girl he had ever gone down on.
Raising over her spent body, he moved higher between her legs and fell on top of her. The head of his cock connected with her dripping cunt lips, and, in her state of exhaustion, Florabel was not aware of what was happening.
Ralph's mouth found hers, and their tongues roamed in and out as he became greedy and selfish. Ralph wanted to get fucked, and she was going to take all of it.
"No, Ralph," she said with fright, suddenly becoming aware of his intention. "No, you can't do that. No one has ever done it."
"Oh, come on now," he smiled. "The way you like to get your pussy eaten, you must have been fucked a million times."
"No. You're wrong. You're wrong."
"I'll just find out. After the way I ate out your cunt, I'm going to get a little for myself whether you like it or not."
She tried to push him away, but his hands held her arms firm as he guided his huge cock head into the moist slit. Her just-released love juice worked as a lubricant as his huge staff began to push and shove at the lips, stretching them. Sparks of electricity were shooting through her body despite her fears.
She struggled against the giant cock, thinking how much bigger it was than Nanny's finger, how rough he was. She wondered if all men were like this.
He held her legs parted with his knees as he pushed his hips forward, the cock moving into the tight hole. Suddenly, without thought except for his own pleasure, he plunged hard and deep, tearing against the hymen, jamming all the way in.
Florabel's scream of pain was unheard in his animal lust. His huge prick went in up to the hilt, the walls of the vagina tight about the thick meat. Back and forth he moved, unaware and uncaring of her pain. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she groaned with each thrust as he pressed deeper, the cock sliding smoothly in and out as a trickle of blood added to the lubrication.
"My God, you were a virgin!" he murmured incredulously. "Well, you're not any longer, and I'm going to enjoy your tight snatch. It's so tight it feels like you're going to tear my cock off."
And he plowed her harder and faster.
"And I would tear it off, if I could," she thought bitterly to herself. "I don't want this, I don't like it. It hurts so much. Why doesn't he hurry and come."
His entire body throbbed with heat as his gigantic prick drove back and forth. His youth and eagerness caused her excruciating pain, his huge size stretched the tender walls. She was so sensitive that she could feel the veins standing out on his big meat as it rubbed and raked the insides of her pussy.
His muscled hips shoved against her, driving back and forth, their bodies slapping against each other.
He released her arms now that she was completely penetrated, impaled on his erect spear, and his hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her ass higher onto his ramming meat.
His lips crushed hers as his pile-driving ass moved in a hard, driving rhythm. Over and over he jammed his cock in, flexing the huge muscle against the tender tissue, feeling the tight muscles of the cunt lips encircling him. He slammed against her with brutal force, causing her to sob and moan.
"You know you like it, baby. This is the biggest cock you're ever going to have. Enjoy it. Enjoy it."
"I want my nanny. I want my nanny," was all she could think as her little pussy was stretched and abused by the big, rigid love stick of the football captain.
His body was slick with perspiration as he bore down harder, his rhythm even and unbroken like a machine. His hands squeezed her buttocks, massaging them like her nanny, as Florabel slowly began to relax and become aware of a new passion rising inside of her.
"It hurts, it hurts. Take it out," she begged, but this time she didn't try to push him away.
The huge cock seemed to be all the way up to her stomach, completely consuming her hole, pressing against the cervix, much too large for its sheath. Its sheer size began to cause pleasure to mix with the pain.
She began a slow movement in answer to his body and he fucked with new energy as he felt her body respond.
"See, baby. What did I tell you? The first time always hurts. Not everyone can take this big cock. You don't know how lucky you are. I'm gonna stretch that hole so big you'll never have any problems. Come on now, help me get it. I'm about to burn up."
She spread her legs a little wider, and he took them with his hands and wrapped them around her waist, hunching lower and deeper into the dripping cunt.
Moving her ass in circles, she began to squeeze the giant love muscle, wondering if she could continue to take it. It was giving her pain, but its largeness felt good.
"This must be wrong," she thought. "I've always been told it was wrong."
Guilt began to form in her mind. This was an unforgivable sin. That had been impressed upon her by her family, her nanny, by society.
But she couldn't help wriggling her body as the thick tool moved in and out of her. She felt her orgasm mounting. She felt an urgency to reach climax, as if it would cleanse her and rid her of her guilt.
The prick hurt her as it continued in and out of her deflowered body, and she now fucked back, wanting to come, wanting to feel the great sensation as her juices flowed out of her body.
Ralph could no longer wait. He felt the sperm rise from his balls, up and into his pulsating penis, and out his swollen cock head. Great globs of come filled her cunt, and she felt the thick fluid flooding her channel for the first time.
The added heat of juice added to the friction of his body against her clit and she moaned as she added her cream to his. His prick pushed against the bottom of her pussy and she could feel it throbbing as it ejaculated more hot cream, making the hole and cock slicker.
Her own body convulsed as her pussy twitched and snapped at the meat still moving back and forth.
"Oh, God," Ralph breathed huskily. "I can't stop coming. I've never shot so much in my life."
Florabel lay there, glad it was over, her pussy aching with abuse. As Ralph withdrew, his long dick seemed to rake the walls of her cunt, pulling the thick sperm with it as it popped out with a soft, squishy, sucking sound.
The half-hard tool was covered with slimy wetness, flecks of red blood surrounding the wide base and caught in the pubic hair. Sitting there between her legs, he looked down.
"Baby, that was great. You be nice to me and I'll do it again for you."
"I don't want it again," she told him. "It was wrong. I hurt all over and I never want to see you again."
"Have it your way, honey, but you don't know what you're missing."
Her eyes closed as Ralph's hand stroked her throbbing cunt. She trembled at his touch, his fingers feeling hard against her slack pussy lips. His hand slid up and down the sensitive, slick opening, stretched out of shape by his gigantic rod, her flesh smarting with pain at his touch.
"Will you take me home, now?" she asked, relieved at least that he was finished and determined that it would never happen again.
No, there was none of the softness, the tenderness with men that she had experienced with her governess. As she had become more aroused in her adolescence, her thoughts began to center more and more on the warm feminine touch and were repulsed by the crude pawings of her male partners.
The soft curves of the female body became inviting, and as she became part of the myriad faces in the industry called 'show business,' she found many women who felt the same way-women who could thrill her and fulfill her demands.
She made the rounds regularly in the big city, auditioned for every part that was offered, and her natural talent and breathtaking beauty helped her make her way up the ladder. She got her first chorus job on looks and talent, but the next time a stage manager took her for a drink, which led to another drink, which led to him banging away at her snatch until she almost liked it. She still preferred women, but he gave her a replacement job as the understudy to the second lead in a Broadway show. Florabel learned that the bed was a quicker way to get a part than just good looks and talent.
During the show she met Deene Fostoria, the famous lighting designer. She had made many shows hits because of her lighting ability. She had other talents, and Florabel learned all about them.
It was Deene who persuaded Florabel to become Natasha, telling the girl that she was destined to be a star, but not with that name. Deene and Natasha became not so much lovers as friends and casual bed partners, and through her, Natasha was introduced to a producer with a new show. Again, her beauty and talent got her the young leading role, but only after the contract had been signed on the dotted bed.
Agents and producers became interested in her and a manager demanded that she change the name again. Natasha Gasch wouldn't look good in lights. No one can explain the reason she chose the name Crack. They tried to change it to Krak or Craque, but Natasha explained it away with the fact that she wanted something simple and unassuming for the masses.
So she became Natasha Crack, and fucked and screwed her way to the top. It wasn't difficult, and the roles came her way, bigger and better, but each time she went to bed with another producer or agent, she became more repulsed and ran to Deene or one of her many girl friends for solace and the kind of sex she preferred.
The marriage to Slate had been one of convenience. At least she didn't have to make it with people now that she was a married 'lady', and Slate knew the score. Perhaps once a week she satisfied him, never her, and he had plenty of girl friends around the country and this kept them both happy. Her image was secure and her career still rising.
"Yes, Pepper may be the answer if I can hang onto her. It's a long way from Florabel Gasch, Natasha, honey, and there's a long way to go," she mused aloud and opened the door to her dressing room.
For days Pepper had had her eye on one of the stage hands. He was big and burly, good looking and obviously hung like a mule. She was tired of sex with Natasha, and there were so few chances to have Slate. She was to leave on tour with Natasha, sucking and fucking across the country, and she was determined to have the stage hand before she left.
After re-combing Natasha's hair at intermission and sending her on stage for the long second act, Pepper stripped off her underwear and bra, and in a clinging jersey mini-skirt went toward the ladder to the catwalk. The short dress looked like it was poured over her, every line, bulge, contour was obvious to the eye or hand. As she walked, the dress moved over her hips, and her long legs made the material cling to her venus-mound.
Reaching the catwalk, she saw Mike holding a rope, ready to fly in a drop. The squawk box was busy with back stage sounds as she approached the handsome man.
"Hi, Pepper," he called. "What are you doing up here?" He smiled broadly at her, not being able to miss the voluptuous breast, the long, lithe legs, as she came closer to him.
"I've never seen what goes on up here, so I thought I'd visit with you. There won't be many chances since we're leaving next week."
"Watch your heels. It's so dark up here you might trip and fall."
"Oh, I'm okay," she answered as she stood next to him, just slightly pressing a firm, round breast against his arm.
"What are you doing with that rope?" she asked, and she began to lean against his shoulder, both of her tits pressing against him.
Turning towards her with the rope wrapped around his wrist and forearm, he looked down into her huge black eyes.
"It's almost time for a scene change and this drop has to go in next.
I'm always a little ahead to speed things up." He grinned at her as his hand tentatively touched her waist.
"Oh, yes, Mike. Touch me," Pepper said. Her hand slid down between them and her fingers knew the path to his cock. It was still soft, but as she groped for the big meat and balls, he began to kiss her and the tool hardened. His free hand cupped a breast, squeezed and fondled, and then moved around to her buttocks, feeling the firm flesh.
Loving his touch, Pepper began to unzip the fly, his tongue was in her ear, his hand now under her skirt clutching at the smooth, silky ass. Pepper pulled his prick from his pants. It was big, long, and very thick. She moved the skin back and forth as he kneaded her buttocks, running his fingers lightly down the crevice, cupping the flesh and squeezing it.
She undid the belt buckle and pulled his pants and shorts down as she dropped to her knees and began to suck on the huge cock. The thrill of her mouth covering his overly large penis made his grasp at the rope harder, holding on to it as he ran his fingers through the long, black hair, holding her head as it licked at his tool.
"Oh, baby, that's good. Suck my dick. Suck it. Your mouth is great. God, I haven't had a blow job in months. Eat, baby. Eat it."
Pepper licked at the big instrument of love, her tongue caressing the head as she pulled back the foreskin, then leaving her tongue in place covered it with the folds of flesh as she began to move it around in quick circles, making Mike weave his hips, pushing his cock further into her mouth. She sucked up and down, taking the long length of it, opening wide for the thickness of the slick meat. Her tongue moved underneath, tickling the wide cord, down to the scrotum. She began to lick and kiss the hanging sack and then mouth the balls, sucking on them and chewing gently.
"Suck it some more, baby. Put it back in your mouth."
Pepper could feel the man's penis as it drove deeper into her throat. It felt so good to have a big, new cock in her mouth. But she didn't want him to come yet. She wanted to feel that giant dick up her snatch.
Standing up, she faced him, pulling her skirt up to her waist. His eyes were glazed with passion as she took the big meat and placed it against the love mound. Slowly she moved the head of it around and around in her pubic bush, teasing him, taunting him as he ground his ass in slow circles, breathing heavy and hard.
"Oh, come on, baby, let me put it in. Put it in for me. Don't tease me like that." Mike was completely lost in his passion and hung on to the rope in order not to lose his balance.
Pepper loved the feel of his huge staff pressing against her slit, the feel of the great head running through her hair. She opened her legs wider as she began to insert it into the vagina. Mike was delirious as the wet lips began to surround his swollen meat.
"Oh, god," he breathed. "Oh, god."
He bent his knees slightly to lower his body and get a better aim at the waiting pussy.
He began to shove his ass back and forth, gently, slowly, feeling each inch being covered with wet warmth. Pepper's head was thrown back, her long hair dangling as her hand continued to guide him inside her, her pelvis thrown forward, the cunt mound thrust outward, the pussy lips dripping with moisture. Deeper he sank, the cock rubbing against the hot walls as she grabbed his buttocks, and pulled the rest of the throbbing joint inside her burning snatch.
Standing there on the catwalk, forty feet above the stage, they began to hump at each other, throwing their pelvises back and forth, the iron-rod prick sliding back and forth, Pepper holding on to him as she felt the cock push and pull inside her.
"That's it, Mike. Give it to me good. Stick it all the way in. You're so wide, it's stretching my pussy. Oh, god, that's good."
Mike's head was buried in her shoulder, licking at her neck as his free hand held one buttock, the gigantic pole moving in and out, Pepper holding on to his ass, squeezing his meat as he drew back, opening the pussy wider as he plunged deep inside.
The squawk box gave a warning, but neither of them could hear it. They fucked hard, realizing only the sensation of hard meat and wet hole. Their asses moved in circles fucking each other faster and harder.
Mike's balance was precarious as Pepper threw herself hard at the meat. Suddenly they were thrown off balance, toward the edge of the catwalk.
"Oh, Jesus," Mike cried, as he clutched madly at Pepper's waist, holding on to the rope. "Oh, god," he yelled, "hold on," and the two bodies went flying through the air, glued to each other, asses grinding back and forth, come beginning to spew as they sailed across stage hanging from the rope.
Natasha was in the middle of her big dying scene in the four-poster bed as the two figures sailed into sight across the stage. The audience went into hysterical laughter at the two bodies, the man with his pants down around his feet, the girl with her skirt above her waist flying like two fucking Peter Pans and dangling from a rope.
As Mike's climax continued, Pepper slipped from his grasp, dropping on the bed next to Natasha, her legs straight up in the air, bare-assed and dripping snatch exposed to the full view of the sold out house. Natasha could only gasp and scream to bring down the curtain as the audience guffawed, applauded, and bravoed at the theater season's biggest finale.
Afterwards in the dressing room, Natasha had ranted and raved.
"How could you? How could you ruin my big scene, Pepper? I'm furious. Slate, get that fly man in here. He'll never work again. And you how could you betray me like this? You two will pay for this. I swear it. I could almost fire you!"
Pepper was still in a daze from her airborne fuck, and Natasha was only a raging storm in her ears.
"Of course, I guess it was funny," said Natasha, seeming to cool a bit. "You must have looked ridiculous and Broadway has never seen anything like that. Well, not all of Broadway, I suppose."
Pepper could only smile at her as Slate brought Mike into the room. Natasha was off on another tangent, calling names, screaming, crying. Slate was completely amused by the situation and tried to calm his wife.
"Slow down, Natasha. It's not that bad. If you get reviews, they'll be raves. Now, just calm down," Slate told her.
Pausing, and regaining her composure, she looked at the three of them.
"You never said if it was fun." She chuckled and began to relax. "It must have been pretty good, Pepper, for you to have done this. Lock that door, Slate. No one is leaving until we all find out how good it is."
Slate moved to lock the door as Natasha stepped out of her robe, her fair skin still damp with the sweat of the performance. She smiled at Pepper and Mike.
"Get out of those clothes, you two. I told you, you would have to pay for what you did."
Slate turned to watch as Pepper began to undress. Mike grinned as he began to strip, his eyes ogling at Natasha's beautiful body.
"You're even more beautiful than I thought. I'm going to love this!" Mike's voice was growing heavy with heat and Slate looked at his huge tool beginning to harden. Feeling his own meat growing erect, Slate began to remove his clothes and all four stood naked, facing each other like prize fighters in a ring.
Suddenly chaos broke loose. Mike reached for Natasha, as Natasha reached for Pepper, and Pepper reached for Slate. Mouths sought pussy and cock as hands roamed over the nude flesh. Natasha's head dived between Pepper's legs. Pepper grabbed Slate's now rigid member and began to lick and suck as Mike chewed on one of Natasha's ample tits.
Slate had never cared much for men, but the air reeked with sex and he leaned closer to Mike's spread ass and began to lick at the gorgeous buttocks. The four bodies lay in a circle, exploring and arousing each other.
Rolling over on his back, Mike pulled Natasha away from Pepper and on top of him, her pussy over his mouth. He began to suck at the lips as Natasha moved her buttocks back and forth over the seeking mouth.
It's almost as good as Deene's mouth, she thought. His tongue is faster, and she sank down further so that the tongue could climb deeper into her hole.
Pepper moved behind Natasha, turning her back to her, spread her knees wide, and sat on top of Mike's huge prick, guiding it in as she pressed down and sank it all the way home. Slate moved in front of her, and opening her mouth, she took that big cock all the way down to her throat.
Slate moved his ass in small, slow circles, as Pepper's mouth sucked at the swollen flesh, pulling the cock deeper until she had it all. He fucked her mouth, plunging the huge tool the full length into the open throat as her bobbing kept time with her body. Up and down she moved her ass, feeling the huge cock inside her vagina. A hand began to squeeze her buttocks, and as Pepper lifted up from the pole, Natasha stuck her finger down through the crevice of Pepper's buttocks and found the asshole.
Natasha widened her thighs for Mike's darting tongue as she fingered Pepper's ass. Faster the four moved as Pepper felt Slate's hot come flood her throat. Her own climax arrived and began to cover Mike's throbbing pole. The added heat of Pepper's love juice made him writhe as he began to pour his sperm into her smoothly sliding snatch. He ate on the pussy faster, sucked at the clit, and his tongue was covered with creamy delight as Natasha shot her juices again and again. Groans sounded through the room as the bodies continued to heave, to force the juice from their bodies.
Slate pulled Pepper off Mike's love stick and onto the floor next to him. Climbing between her thighs, he pushed his huge phallus against the wet lips, and slid deep inside of her. His mouth covered her firm breast as he quickly established his rhythm, his ass churning, shoving his huge meat in the heated hole.
Natasha turned toward the two copulated bodies, and bent toward Slate's little brown asshole. Her hands spread his buttocks wider as her tongue began to lick around the sphincter and then delicately probe the entrance. He wriggled in delight, the wet tongue causing flashing sensations throughout his body as he continued to pummel Pepper's snatch. Mike looked at Natasha on her knees licking Slate's ass.
"Eat him out, honey. I've got something for you." And Mike moved toward Natasha's shapely ass. He took his bone-hard, long prick in his hand and placed it against Natasha's come-moistened cunt lips. Dog-style, he pushed the huge head into the opening, Natasha flaring her lips, covering the huge head.
Mike's meat began to press deeper inside of her, pushing against the walls of her vagina, widening it, ramming all the way home, his pubic hair brushing her white buttocks as he rammed in and out. Natasha rotated and squeezed the big cock as her mouth covered Slate's asshole. She sucked, pulling the sphincter, tongued into the little slit, licking around the walls, matching Slate's movement as he fucked Pepper, his gigantic rod pulling back and forth.
"Oh, god," Slate moaned. No one had ever rimmed him and he was loving it. "Oh, that's it, baby, get that tongue up there."
Pepper clamped down hard on the immense tool as it smoothly moved in and out. Her cunt lips grabbed at the base of it as it came deep inside of her, held it firmly as it pulled away. She pitched her ass higher to get all of it, as Slate drove deeper and deeper.
Mike was driving his huge cock home, holding Natasha's buttocks apart while she made circles and figure eights around his thick meat.
"Here I come, Natasha. Fuck me," Mike yelled as he unloaded his sperm in her wriggling cunt. Natasha sucked harder on Slate's brown slit, her tongue moving like fire, as she felt her own climax rise, move out her body and drip from the large probing tool to the floor.
"Fuck me, Slate, give it to me," Pepper cried, and she felt the burning love juice cover her cunt walls. Harder she ground her ass against Slate's thighs as she began to bite his neck.
"Now!" she yelled, and all four fucked harder as Pepper exploded, her hot juices blending with Slate's sticky come. Their movement stopped as the four of them collapsed on the floor, panting and trying to regain their breath.
Tenatively, Natasha's hand began to rub Pepper's thigh, slowly moving toward the dripping snatch until one finger penetrated the red-pink lips. Turning toward Pepper, Natasha began to suck at the oozing slit, her tongue tasting Slate's cream. Pepper widened her legs and lifted her hips so that Natasha's nose and mouth were buried in her bush.
Slate looked at Mike's prostrate body.
"That's a good looking ass that boy's got," he said and crawled toward Mike. Mike opened his eyes and looked at Slate. His arms went out and drew the man to him as he reached down to feel the limp cock. Mike began to jerk Slate's meat back and forth until it was hard again, and turning around, they began to eat each other. Neither of them had ever sucked cock before, but the size of their big tools was awesome and the taste of cunt juice and come made them slurp and gulp as their heads bobbed up and down against each other, sucking and licking as they became more aroused.
Natasha sucked at Pepper's pussy, her hands running up to find the firm, jutting breasts. Rolling over, she pulled Pepper on top of her, her cunt over her mouth as she buried her head between the legs and kissed the salty slit, her mouth moving up and down, tonguing in and out.
Pepper reached behind her and began to massage the extended clit of Natasha's love nest and they began to suck and finger each other toward climax. Natasha was in ecstasy. Never had Pepper touched her before, and the thought of this made her suck wildly at the flesh, her tongue moving in and out of the cunt hole as Pepper moved her buttocks back and forth, her gash covering the lips of Natasha's mouth.
Saliva dripped from the mouths of the men as they sucked each other's cocks. Slate pulled off and told Mike to turn over on his stomach.
"I'm going to fuck you, Mike. You're going to like this as much as you like to fuck women."
Slate looked down at the parted legs, and bent forward to rim the tight asshole. As his tongue covered the skin, Mike moaned in pleasure.
"Oh, Jesus," Mike murmured. "Eat that thing."
Slate tongued madly at the hole, a completely new experience. Taking some spit in his hand, he covered his cockhead with the wetness and placed the bulbous meat at the lips of the sphincter. He grabbed Mike by the waist, pulling his ass toward him off the floor, and slowly pushed against that muscle, until he began to stretch it and enter. Mike squirmed as he pulled his buttocks wider and Slate sank home.
"That's it, Slate," he yelled. "Give it to me!"
Slate, wanting to feel that tight asshole covering his entire pulsating dick, jammed hard as his cock passed through the layers of tissue until he was deep inside. Mike wriggled against the onslaught, a thrust backward to take it all. Slate plowed him hard, feeling the inner muscles contract against the giant intruder. Pulling Mike higher, Slate grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off as he fucked in and out, juice and flecks of blood beginning to cover the hard meat.
Pepper was moaning with delight as Natasha squeezed her buttocks and tongued the little jewel-like clit. Faster Pepper moved her ass over the consuming mouth as she fingered Natasha's pussy.
"Oh, that's it, Natasha. You're going to get it. You're going to get it." Pepper ground her ass harder as she fingered deeper. Natasha began to moan as she soaked Pepper's penetrating finger, and she sucked harder as she began to chew mercilessly on Pepper's clit. Pepper lunged hard downward as Natasha took the stream of white come as it poured out, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow, trickling from the sides of her Ups.
Mike screamed as Slate jammed his huge prick as deep as it would go and shot his juice deep inside the cavity. Mike's come covered the floor as his huge hammer throbbed with the motion of Slate's jerking hand.
Breathing heavily, Pepper moved away from Natasha's mouth and lay on the chaise lounge.
Natasha looked at the two men. "It seems that everybody has almost everyone else. Since it's an occasion, I think I should get fucked by my husband."
Widening her legs and thrusting her ass high, Natasha wiggled a beckoning finger at Slate. Crawling to her on hands and knees, he mounted her and sank his semi-erect cock into the juicy hole. Pepper and Mike watched the two as they fucked on the floor.
Mike watched hypnotized, and looking at Pepper, moved toward her. KneeUng on the floor, he began to lick on those irritated cunt lips, his mouth sucking at her juice. Throwing her legs around his neck, he tongued the bud, sucking at it, squeezing the buttocks as his tongue washed the cunt hole.
Climbing on top of her, he let his weight fall as his cock slid home, settling in Pepper's snatch like a sheathed knife. Her arms encircled him as her legs locked around his waist. She began to fuck that huge dick, answering the movement of his pistoning ass as he plowed deeper and harder, bringing both of them to a fast climax. Groaning sounds came from the floor as Natasha and Slate came in unison, their bodies slapping against each other in wet sticky sounds.
Dressing and cooling off, the four felt satiated.
"You'll never be out of work as long as we can help it, Mike," Natasha told him. "But we still have to try that trick swinging through the air." All four laughed again at the incident, a fit closing before Natasha's successful road tour.
CHAPTER EIGHT
REHEARSAL RUT
"TWA announces arrival of flight 716. This is our first call for passengers to Denver, St. Paul-Minneapolis, and Seattle. We will be boarding shortly."
The voice blared tinnily through the speakers into the private lounge of the large airlines. Natasha had chosen a night flight to Denver and the airport personnel had catered to her every whim. It had helped the airline president was an old friend and admirer, and he had sent a car for her, Pepper, and Slate, and now they waited in the plush lounge, sipping champagne and appetizers for their plane.
"How sweet of John to think of this," Natasha remarked.
"You know he's been crazy about you for years, Natasha," Slate answered. "You've always been his idol and his pants always seem to billow with steam every time he gets near you," Slate quipped. "You're the only man for me, dear," she answered and smiled at Pepper.
Pepper was impressed with the star treatment and vowed to remain a part of it.
A handsome steward approached the group.
"Is there anything we can do to make your party more comfortable, Miss Crack," he asked. He was short and handsome, dark in an Italian way, and Pepper scanned his body, finding the bulge in his crotch more interesting than anything else. The man's eyes caught hers and he smiled briefly at her, looking down to see if his fly was unzipped.
"No, I don't think so," Natasha answered. "But if you do see my director, please send him here. He's to fly with us tonight." Victor Lacey had directed Natasha and was accompanying her to Denver for the opening of her national tour.
"Here he is," she said, gesturing toward the door.
Victor was a serious looking man. His hair was slightly receding and he wore glasses. His nose was too large, but there was something about his huge frame that breathed sex. Pepper had been aware of this on their first meeting, but could tell that something was missing, something escaping her. She never could tell what and was never able to talk to Victor long, but she had decided to pursue it during this trip. He was a big, humpy man, and though his box didn't swell like Slate's, she felt sure he could do well with whatever he had.
She had taken time during rehearsals and his visits back stage to impress him with her interest. She had even gone as far as to halfway proposition him, but he always said that things weren't ready. She never understood just what things were not always ready, and her looks and questions were always answered in the same manner. Perhaps he would be ready in Denver.
The next few days were used for brush-ups, settling in the theater, necessary rehearsal, and Pepper noticed that Victor was becoming more attentive. He always was busy, but she would catch him staring at her and often he would stop by at a free moment to talk with her while she worked on Natasha's hair pieces.
The day of the tech-and-dress rehearsal, he caught Pepper in the wings.
"What are you doing after the rehearsal?" he asked her.
"What would you like to do?" she asked in return.
"Well, I haven't been able to spend time with you, but things are ready now. I thought we might have dinner and see what develops."
She wondered what was ready but smiled and agreed to have dinner.
Dinner was prolonged with drinks and Victor became more relaxed and familiar, his hands feeling her thigh under the table in the restaurant.
"You see, Pepper, everything has to be ready. If you'll come with me I'll explain clearly what I mean."
"Lead the way," she answered as she stood and followed him from the restaurant.
No sooner had she settled in the taxi than Victor was all over her, his hands exploring her body, moving under her skirt, inside her blouse, finding her tits.
His mouth met hers and his tongue sought hers as she felt the passion rising in him. She groped for his prick and found it hard and excited.
"Not yet. Not yet. In just a moment," he whispered in her ear.
"There sure are a lot of crazy people," she muttered under her breath and held onto his erect cock. "I thought this was what he was getting ready, but there must be something else."
The cab pulled to the stage door of the theater.
"Did you forget something, Victor?" she asked.
"Come with me, Pepper. Everything is ready," he answered as he paid the cab driver.
Walking inside, she saw that the stage was brightly lit and in the center was Natasha's four poster bed. Seated in a chair in front of the footlights was Victor's assistant, Granada Graham, with her ever-present script in hand.
"You see, Pepper," Victor said, drawing her to him, "I can only make it if it's written in a script. I've been working on it the past few days and I think you'll like it."
His hands were busy disrobing her when the dry, brittle voice interrupted.
"No, Mr. Lacey, you're supposed to make her sit on the bed first."
Granada was on the job, keeping up with the script. She was a model script girl.
"Oh, that's right. It makes a much better seduction scene."
He moved her to the bed and again began to undress her. His lips pressed at her earlobe as he quickly stripped away her clothing and forced her back on the bed.
"Wrong again, Mr. Lacey," called the ever-present Granada. "You let her watch you take off your clothes, exciting her, titillating her senses, then you push her back into the bed and begin to make love."
"Jesus, we'll be here all night," said Pepper. "Okay, Victor, let's get it right."
She watched as Victor began to undress under the bright lights. She could hear Granada breathing heavily as the man's huge body began to appear naked. Both women gasped as he removed his underwear. His scrotum hung all the way to his knee, the balls were large and heavy and his penis was very fat, and erect, it looked like a beer can.
"Well, it's not very long," thought Pepper, "but I'll sure have to spread to get it in."
Moving to the bed, he flung himself on top of Pepper. She could feel the huge thickness pressing against her body. His hands cupped her firm breasts as he brought them to his open mouth. He gingerly bit the thrusting nipples one after the other as his ass pushed up and down against her.
She parted her legs under him as he began to lick down her body, his tongue hot and wet against her skin.
"Sorry, Mr. Lacey. You're rushing the script. This is where you sit on her chest." Granada never missed a thing.
Victor changed his direction and sat astride Pepper. His thick meat pressed against her lips. Pepper licked at it and she stretched her jaws as the director began to press the cock into her open lips. Her lips surrounded the head as it moved into her mouth, but the cock was so thick that it began to hit against her teeth.
"Watch the cavities," she quipped as she tried to take the thickness, her jaws straining, but all she could encompass was the huge, pointed head. She gripped his buttocks as she slurped at the ridge of the cock head.
"You can't do that here, Miss Rodgers," came the flinty voice. "The script says you must cup his balls."
"Sorry. I'll try to get it right this time," she said, and dutifully she cupped the balls, the folds of flesh of the scrotum hanging over her palm. Victor worked hard, but the scraping teeth were hurting and once again he began to lick down her body, his tongue moving quickly to her venus-mound and licking at the soft thighs.
Spreading her legs, he kissed the dewy slit and his tongue spiraled between the lips. Pepper thrust her hips higher as his mouth worked furiously over her cunt, his long tongue sliding in and out, licking at the juice as it oozed from her gash.
Taking her ankles in his hands, he pushed her knees back toward her chin, placing her feet on his shoulders. His hands guided his monstrous thickness toward the wet cuntlips, and tentatively he rubbed the huge head over her genital area.
Reaching down with his hands, he pulled the moist lips apart and pressed his cock inward. The loose folds of the outer lips just barely covered the cock head and he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer trying to sink his cock deeper.
"No, no!" came the omniscient voice. "You fall on her, Mr. Lacey, letting the weight of your body sink your shaft inside."
"Thank you, Miss Graham," called Victor and let his body fall forward on Pepper, her legs slipping around his waist. She reached down from around her buttocks and stretched her pussy Ups wider, and as his weight pressed against her, the cock began to move inside. Slowly the walls stretched.
Pepper felt as if she were being ripped apart. She had never taken a cock so thick, but the sensation was unbelievably good. She tried to completely relax her muscles, flaring her pussy lips as the penis continued its slow journey inward.
"I didn't know if you could take it, but I think it's going to work." Victor was feeling a mounting passion. So few could take his big cock and generally his sex acts ended in masturbation by his partner.
"Go slow," Pepper ordered. "Move it back and forth and get it greased up. Like you keep saying, everything is ready."
He pushed harder against her body, then withdrew it, his cock becoming slick with her moisture. Again he pressed inward and gained another inch.
Pepper worked against him, pulling her cuntlips wider, loving the feeling of the thick meat moving deeper, stretching her until she was sure she would be tom. Again, he pulled back and this time lunged forward, the giant thickness settling all the way inside, making Pepper grunt with the swift, hard motion.
Her legs squeezed his waist tightly as he began to fuck her. The walls of her vagina were tight about his tool, the sensitive tissue responding muscularly with hard squeezings and clampings.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathed. "I've never had it so good. Fuck me, Pepper."
She responded with bucks and heaves, reveling in his thickness as he ground against her. He increased his tempo as she felt the muscles deep inside her stretch even more and then grip him tightly.
"This is the biggest six inches I've ever had. Give it to me, Victor. Rip me open, tear me. I love it!"
Pepper was nearly insane with passion as she wriggled under the man's pounding body. Her pussy was convulsing with the onslaught as she dug her heels into the bed, forcing her cunt upward, harder against his driving, beer-can sized pole.
Their bodies pounded against each other as the bright stage lights beat down on them like a tropical sun. Pepper yelled with pleasure as the cock now slid easily in and out of her gaping channel.
On and on Victor went, plunging in and out, thrusting with violent strokes, his passion mounting. Their hips ground against each other as he forced his giant thickness in and out of the yawning channel.
"Give it to me, baby. I'm getting there. It's getting ready."
He humped harder as he felt the come getting ready to leave his body.
"That's right. Now, Mr. Lacey, you are to have your climax now." Granada gave the last and final direction as she covered her chair with her own juices.
"Oh, yeah. Here we go, Victor. Take me now!"
Pepper thrashed wildly below him as she felt her love juice spew from her body, covering the wide prick. The heat of the cream was all that was needed and Victor began to unload, his come shooting deep into her abused hole, flooding the cavity, whitewashing the walls.
Their bodies continued to work in steady rhythm as Pepper clutched at him, moaning with delight, her head thrashing back and forth as Victor made a final thrust, his body collapsing, his penis still throbbing inside the juicy hole.
Applause sounded through the theater as Granada Graham showed her appreciation for the performance.
"My dear," said Victor, "I don't think I've ever written a more perfect script. If I ever need a leading lady again, you will most certainly be the one."
"Thanks," said Pepper, "but I don't think my pussy can stand it."
CHAPTER NINE
PEPPER'S TAIL
Fat George was spellbound by the success story of Pepper Rodgers.
"It wasn't all that easy," she told him. "And this tour is a drag. Fortunately, both Slate and Natasha like opera, so they rented a car and we drove down from Denver for the weekend. Speaking of opera, it's time for me to get back and pick them up. Good to see you, George. Take care of yourself."
He watched the dark beauty as she moved across the room and out the door.
"I feel like I've met Cinderella," he said to himself as he began to fill orders for drinks for his noisy customers.
She settled back in the huge car, glad to be leaving the bar, not wanting to see it again, not looking back.
"Better drive to the opera, Nick."
The chauffeur put the car in gear and pulled away from Fat George's.
Pepper's eyes were aware of Nick watching her through the rear-view mirror.
"Just a minute, Nick. Stop the car. I want to drive."
She moved into the driver's seat and guided the car back in the direction of the 'flats.' Nick relaxed against the seat, legs outspread, and watched her.
Some babe. She really knows what she's doing, he thought.
Pepper's hand moved to Nick's leg and up his thigh. He watched the hand as it grasped for and found his cock, squeezing it, stroking it until it was like an iron rod, thick, long, well-tempered with experience. Her hand rubbed up and down, groping for the balls of the man, and moved back to his flexing love-muscle.
She stopped the car and got out.
"Come on, Nick. I want to show you something," Pepper ordered.
Following her into the deserted area they had visited earlier in the flats, he watched her strip away her clothing until she stopped and turned to look at him, completely nude.
She threw down her mink coat on the dirt and sand, the earth that had been the floor of her first home. She lay down facing him, her legs spread wide, the cunt slit lighted by the moon, her knees high.
Holding out her arms, she called to him.
"Come on, Nick. Come and get it. Get all you want. This time there's no one to open the door."
