Chapter 11
Taiiko Okata knew exactly what his position was with women. There wasn't a woman made who was immune to him. And not only could he seduce any woman in sight, but they would never screw and tell and they'd always come back for more.
He had a feeling his luck was running cold but he decided to go up to check Norma Jean out. He smiled at the name. Man, he thought, walking from the desk to the elevator, what a silly name! But he liked thin girls with large tits. He preferred redheads to anything, but blondes were a close second. Backwoods blondes were, at times, better than big-city redheads.
Now, going up to eight in the elevator, he was humming a light tune and smiling. Should I just walk in? he asked himself. Or should I knock? If I just walk in, I may catch her with her pants down, always an exciting proposition. Or then, she may be balling somebody, and that's not so hot. Well, he said to himself, in we go! He was at the door and merely opened it.
There was nobody in the living room, but it was a mess. It looked exactly like a bombed-out clothing store, with clothes and underwear and shoes scattered around. He tiptoed into' the bedroom.
The sight he saw almost made him laugh. It was his wife. She was sitting on Billy Jack's lap, humping madly down on his red cock, her tongue sticking out as if she were a Siamese cat.
"Beg pardon," he said, "but isn't your wife here?"
"No," Billy Jack mumbled from between clenched teeth, "but you can try ten-forty. Ask for a Hollywood producer named Irving." He continued to screw Ikuni and was in a state of frenzy.
"Thanks," Taiiko said and, winking at his wife, turned and left.
Ten-forty was answered by a portly and balding man wearing nothing but a beach towel wrapped around his middle. "Yes?"
Taiiko had his wallet out and flashed his New York driver's license at the short man for a split second. "Johnson," he announced, "FBI. Are you the Hollywood producer named Irving?"
He didn't blink as the other man clutched at his chest with both hands, allowing the towel to drop onto the floor. Then Irv's eyes rolled up. He said something that sounded like Yahweh or Oy Veh and fell to the floor, unconscious.
Taiiko stepped delicately over him and walked into the room. He was whistling the theme song from Mary Poppins as he reached the bedroom. And there she was, just as Sanders had predicted.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"You don't remember me? We met two years ago, about. In Des Moines. And you're looking better than ever!"
Norma Jean became aware of the fact that she was naked and she tried to cover herself with her delicate hands. "Where's Irving?"
"I'm not sure, but I think he's dead."
Norma Jean blinked in amazement. Irving couldn't just die like that, before the contract and everything. "You're kidding!"
Suddenly the voice of a small boy could be heard from the hall. "Hey look, mom! There's a bare-naked man sleeping on the floor in that room!"
Taiiko's mind worked like a well-oiled machine and he made a split-second decision to go in and close the door. Suite ten-forty would do just fine for his purposes-the woman wouldn't have to waste valuable time dressing and undressing, although watching women dress and undress was always an exciting proposition.
The little kid was still standing in the doorway, wide-eyed, as Taiiko reached the door. His mother was also there-a tall Baptist type with a long tartan plaid skirt, low-heeled shoes, horn-rimmed glasses, and her mouse brown hair brought back severely and wound into a tight bun on the back of her head. She was clutching her son with one hand and a small black-covered book which looked like a German-American dictionary with the other.
At the sight of the sinister Japanese, the two thin pink slits of her lips parted slightly and she trembled.
"Sorry, madam," Taiiko said in his best broken accent, "but we don't open for public business for another hour and three-quarters. Special massages are only twenty dollars on Tuesdays." He nodded at the dumb-struck woman and closed the door.
Once again he stepped over the still form of Irving as he unzipped his pants and removed his suit coat. He strode directly to the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his pants. He was careful to control his erection-no sense scaring the young lady. By the time he was beside the bed he was ready to remove his socks and shorts and he sat on the bed and did it.
"But who are you?" she repeated.
"Irv's partner, from Hollywood," he announced, carefully arranging his shirt on a chair back. "Irv has mentioned you."
"Do you really think he's dead?"
"No, of course not. He just fainted seeing me way out here."
Norma Jean was happy to hear that, and she was also happy to know that Irv's partner was in town to see her. She felt famous. When she looked at his rod, however, a combination of awe and fear choked her. He had the largest cock she'd ever seen and she really wondered if it would fit. Even soft it was like a small leg, cut off at the knee. She couldn't believe it.
But Norma Jean was game for anything. She'd made it with Irv several times that morning and she was primed for more. The sight of his cock was making her more sluttish than she usually was and made the nipples on her tits round out to hard little thimbles of pink flesh. Her pussy was beginning to throb like a mouth aching from a visit to a dentist. It had to be fixed.
She was naked and lay back, spreading her legs for him. She watched excitedly as the man stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at her. He was husky and hairless on his body, except for a sparse covering of pubic hair around his huge cock and balls. The balls hung like those of a seed bull. She was excited but afraid.
Now the husky Oriental was stroking his column of flesh into rigidity and Norma Jean watched in awe. She'd never seen a prick like that in her life. She wriggled slightly on the bed.
She grinned and reached out one hand toward his cock and he moved forward so she could take it. Her fingers wrapped around it and she tested its rigidity and thickness.
"Gawd," she said. "Where did you get something like this?"
He grinned down at her. "I grew it. You want to try some of it? I think you can take it."
"What about Irv?"
"He's resting comfortably."
Taiiko smiled down. His cock was now rigid but only about half its maximum size.
Norma Jean was watching his prick with lust-filled eyes. She had to have that cock in her and she exploded, "Hurry up and fuck me. I'm so damned horny I could die!"
"At your service!"
His short, muscular legs came between her thighs and he held his bull's prick by the base. Then he guided it to the moist lips of her cunt. She took him with a grunt of mixed pain and pleasure. And as the turgid inches slid farther and farther up the tunnel of her pussy, her grunt turned to a low moan of ecstasy.
Taiiko didn't stop until he touched bottom; then he slowly started to move his cock in and out of the wet, hot cunt. It was a very tight fit, but he smiled as he knew it was going to be much tighter. His eyes were fastened on her tits and both of his hands moved forward to possess them. He liked hard little nipples and began to massage the tits as he silently commanded his cock to grow to its full size. And he could feel it getting tighter in the twat on every stroke.
Norma Jean's eyes were closed and she had her legs up now, her ankles interlocked over his back. He was a real stallion but she was a mare in heat, and no matter how she was stretched she had to have him all the way in. The pleasure his slowly driving cock was giving her was almost unbearable. There was intense pain and she thought she was being ripped, but she thrust up to meet his pistoning prick. Her fingernails were digging into his back.
"Oooohhh God," she gasped, squirming up tighter against him.
Taiiko grinned and continued to pump her as his abnormally large prick expanded. At the same time he bent forward and took one of her pointed nipples into his mouth and sucked it. He rolled it with his tongue, nipping the pink pad at the base with his teeth. He could feel the nipple getting as hard as a well-worked clitoris, under his expert tongue.
Norma Jean started to go completely crazy when her body began to fill with lecherous desire. Her legs tightened against the stud's waist and she tried with all her might to suck the full length of his delicious cock all the way into her body. She was meeting his thrusts with perfect precision, doubling the pleasure and fun for both of them.
Closing her eyes, she listened to the sweetest music this side of heaven-the sounds of screwing. It was the wet, sucking noise of a large and hard cock plunging in and out of a moist and ready pussy and the soft, sexy slap of nuts against the crack of a woman's ass.
This lecherous sound began a reaction deep inside her vagina and she was beginning to build toward a prostitute's orgiastic spasm. Her tongue darted across her lips and she was sweating.
Taiiko could feel the muscles in her cunt stretch and tighten against his cock, and he knew she was ready to have her climax. He was going to hold off, practicing his Kamasutra technique. So, thinking about other things and containing himself, he increased his speed, smiling to himself about the quivering and tightly stretched cunt he was thundering into.
Norma Jean had never felt anything like it. She'd looked down once to see the huge prick going rapidly in and out of her pussy, but she had to look away-it was unbelievable. She'd never had a child but she knew if she could take what he was jamming into her she could take Siamese twins. And it felt so wonderful!
Now her explosion was ripping through her body and the maddening feeling of his mouth manipulating her nipples was making her so sexy she was about to pass out.
Her climax came with an uncontrollable muscle spasm. He knew what was happening to her and speeded up even more, driving his cock hard into her belly.
Right now he was reaching his maximum size and he thrust with methodical movements, taking his time but sparing no power. Her fingernails were like the spurs on a cowboy's boots, digging into his back, urging him on much like a rider encourages a horse with a nudge in the flanks. And Taiiko got the message.
A slow smile crossed his face. He really didn't think the Southern girl could take all of him but she was begging for more. She seemed to thrive on his huge organ and he was certain now that she was driving for her second orgasm. Her cum had flooded the dark and wet canal and he was slipping in and out with regular strokes, savoring the feeling of the fleshy ridges on the shaft of his prick.
Taiiko knew one thing most other men only wished about: he knew that ninety-five percent of all women, of any age or size, loved to fuck. Even sixty-year-olds and twelve-year-olds, pregnant women, women with the curse, even seemingly frigid women. He thought about the time he fucked the girl who was eight months pregnant.
She was a large girl, almost as tall as he, with long black hair. He'd met her in the supermarket one afternoon and smiled at her, telling her how much the Japanese people liked to see women who were about to have children. He'd said they had a certain radiance and inner beauty which no make-up could produce.
And had she fallen for the line!
Her tits were tenting her dress way out in front and her belly extended almost as far. It hadn't been at all difficult for him to bring her to his house. Once in, they had had a couple of drinks. Hers were, of course, quite strong.
Then he had slowly walked over, standing behind her chair. As her dress had a scooped neckline it was easy for him to look down at the fantastically large tits. They were literally bulging out of the brassiere. The next move was easy. He had merely inserted his hand down her neckline and gently caressed one of her tits, then the other.
It was all basic psychology from there on out. All pregnant women are horny as hell by their eighth month because their husbands all think they shouldn't screw. That was so much nonsense, of course, and Taiiko knew it. Some of his best fucks were women on the verge of labor pains.
And the girl he'd found at the supermarket was no exception to that rule. She was instant turn-on material and he had her out of her maternity dress in nothing flat.
Ikuni had been watching from the dining-room door-it was open just a crack. She loved to watch her husband score. It did wonders for their sex life.
The girl had been wearing a very large and wide brassiere and a panty-girdle. No nylons. Removing the girdle was difficult but it was fun. The girl kept protesting that she really shouldn't have sexual relations when she was so close to her time, but Taiiko convinced her that was a bunch of shit.
"Don't you want to?" he'd asked.
"Well, yes," she'd replied.
"Well, if you want to, then there's no problem! You're the mother and nobody knows better than you what's good for you. Let's get with it!"
Then he had removed her brassiere and contained his surprise. She had absolutely the largest tits he'd ever laid eyes on. They were huge, but they were perfect. They hung only slightly but were obviously full, and ready for use.
He'd never had the equal of that afternoon for good old dirty screwing. He'd fucked her in the cunt until she shrieked, then he had screwed her in the asshole; she'd sucked him off and he'd fucked her between the huge and liquid tits. Then, for good measure, he'd had her get on her hands and knees on the floor and he'd perched behind her, his hands on her tits, his chin in her back and his cock in and out of her cunt. She was delirious after three hours but she hadn't wanted to go home.
"God," she'd sobbed, "don't throw me out! I don't want to go back to that dull apartment!"
Although her plea hadn't fallen on deaf ears she'd had to leave. There was no need to make a big deal out of a little one, Taiiko knew, and to him a light afternoon's screw with some chick from the supermarket or drug store was a little deal.
Taking one of those chicks in to live with him would have been a big one.
He'd promised to meet her in three days' time outside the same store and she'd left. When Taiiko re-entered the house his wife was on him like a flash. She'd wanted to hear about how it felt and he'd told her he was sure he could feel the little bastard up in her uterus both when he screwed her in the pussy and when he plugged her in the seat.
They'd both known there was nothing to it. She'd be back.
Now Taiiko was lunging wildly, completely oblivious to Norma Jean's gasps and whimpers. He was thinking about the pregnant girl, reliving the time when he had first fucked her.
It had been the sexiest thing he could've imagined-that was the whole thing about control. First you think about unsexy things while you want to stay and stay and stay; then, when you want to make it, you think about the sexiest fuck you've ever had. And that's the only way to do it!
Taiiko was fucking the living daylights out of Norma Jean on the bed in Irv's suite while he imagined he was with his pregnant friend on the floor of his living room that cold August afternoon.
"Oh, God!" he grunted as the first wave shot out. "OH, GOD!"
Norma Jean was beginning really to worry. She'd seen smaller cocks on horses. Now she was stuck, just plain stuck and he was spearing her so hard with that gigantic weapon that she was having trouble breathing. She gasped and whimpered, her eyes bulging out like a frightened frog's.
"Hump, baby!" Taiiko urged. He was jamming his horse's cock into her mercilessly stretched twat with lightning speed, splashing millions of little sperm up her tubes. Go, you crazy little bastards, he directed, go do your nasty stuff! He kept coming, his balls twitching and pumping.
Norma Jean was almost gone when Taiiko raised himself lazily from between her legs. They'd done it every way Taiiko knew, and Norma Jean had serious doubts as to her ability to walk again-ever again. Through half-closed eyes she saw Taiiko stand. His cock was still semi-erect and the grossness of it struck her like a bolt of lightning.
"Ooohhh God," she moaned. Her tongue wet her lips.
Taiiko knew what it meant to hear a woman moan like that, and his cock quivered. Looking down at her he lost no time gaining another hard-on, his largest of the afternoon.
Her cunt was wet, and white cum was smeared H on her pubic hairs, her legs and belly, all over her tits and on her face and in her tousled hair. She was really gummed up, and Taiiko wanted to roll on her slippery body like a dog rolls on a dead bird. He stood above her, wondering what to try next. He was stroking his cock with all the patience of a surgeon, bringing little beads of moisture to the ridge on the head. He'd wondered if he should try to mix up a batch by hand and shoot her in the nose but decided what she needed was a Rhinoceros Job.
First, he'd have to have her stand on the bed facing away from him. Then, he'd have to jam it in, in a standing dog position. After that was accomplished, holding her up with his cock in her twat, he'd hoist her down, his hands under her tits.
In this position he'd do a rhinoceros trot back and forth across the room. Short, jerky steps jiggled the cock and it was like a real, live cordless vibrator.
Women went crazy with this one and Taiiko was a master. It was his masterpiece. He smiled.
"Would you kindly stand and face away from me...."
An hour later both staggered into the living room. The sight of Irv's body on the floor made Norma Jean gasp and she clutched at her stomach.
"Is he ... is he...?"
"Yes, child," Taiiko said. "I'm afraid he's quite unconscious. He fainted; just a moment." Taiiko turned to the phone and dialed the manicurist and smiled. He wanted a manicurist in less than five minutes ... room ten-forty.
Then he replaced the receiver, smiled at Irv and guided Norma Jean gently around his nude body.
It was early afternoon and the sun was beating mercilessly down on thousands of red backs at Miami Beach. Bob and Linda were taking in the sun and fresh salt air, discussing their spouses. They couldn't believe how two people could be so filthy, so degenerate, so obscene and utterly depraved as to screw when they were brother and sister. The very idea was enough to make them sick.
Bob was stretched out on his stomach because he'd grown a big hard-on. They'd have to start discussing something else or his back would be burned to a frazzle. There was nothing he could do.
"Could we talk about something else, Linda?" he asked, "this sort of talk brings me down."
"Sure, Bob," she said. "What should we talk about?"
"Hunting," he responded, smiling. Then he thought about the millions of tall trees where he hunted. "No, not hunting. Let's talk about current politics." Bob knew a bit about control, too.
In less than fifteen minutes Bob and Linda were walking through the lobby. It was time for a shower and some loving.
Although it didn't show except in her slightly flaired nostrils and heavy breathing, Linda was still sexy. The thought of her husband actually making love to his little sister somehow clung to her mind. God, she silently sneered, what a terrible thing! Imagine two little kids growing up, screwing each other every time their mother turned her back. Why, it's animalistic!
When the elevator door closed she coughed and breathed heavily.
"Catching a cold?" he asked.
"No. My nostrils are just slightly plugged up.-Must be the humidity."
"Yeah. Very humid down here. The ocean and all...."