Chapter 4
Ellen Speakman had a secret. She was a virgin. She had one other secret as well-she loved to drink. But nobody knew either fact-that's why they were secrets. And Ellen would never drink in public for a good reason: she might become drunk and do something foolish. The precious cunt between her legs was never going to be invaded-violated-by a man's cock. No, never! And now she sat sipping on her Gallo Ripple, puffing a long cigarette.
The first few drinks of wine almost made her . sick but she forced them down. And the smoke from the cigarette kept going in her face and making her cough. Now she sat, not comfortable, in nothing but her satin house coat. It was open and she looked down at one breast and then the other. Ellen was proud of her shape. The day before yesterday she'd measured herself and smiled with a good deal of self-satisfaction. Though fifty and a half, her body was still that of a young woman. Forty-five inch bust-forty-six and a half with iced nipples. Twenty-five inch waist, thirty-seven inch hips. She looked at her legs. They were freshly shaved and very smooth. Her hand coursed over the smooth and firm flesh and she couldn't resist smiling. She knew how many men wanted to touch those legs. Hadn't enough tried? All men were the same. They were all sex-crazed beasts who had nothing on their minds but fornication. Everybody knew that!
She'd brought two gallon bottles of white wine from Idaho because she didn't know if folks in Miami sold it in their stores. And she still didn't know because she hadn't been out of her room except to go to the conferences. They brought her meals up and were good enough to have them served to her by a nice female-a large Negro woman named Sapphire. She and Sapphire had shared a couple of glasses of wine, and Sapphire had promised to take her out. No single lady should be on Miami streets alone, not at any time of day or night, Sapphire had said. And Ellen could believe it.
Ellen was having another drink of her wine when she heard a light rap on the door and heard her name. "Ellen, honey? It's me ... Sapphire. Open up, honey."
Ellen recognized Sapphire's voice and walked to the door, holding her robe closed with one hand and holding her drink with the other. As she opened the door her robe fell open and she smiled to see her new friend. "Come on in, Sapphire! Have a glass of vino! Make your blood good and thick!"
Sapphire looked at the woman. Mighty handsome woman, she thought. I'd sure give somebody's left goe-nadd to have a taste of that! Look at them there boobies! Why, they're beautii-fulll! And that nice little mouse of a pussy. Man, oh man, could Ah take her apart and put her back together right! She'd never go back to Bossy. She'd be mah slave, yessirre I'd be a reg'lar ol' goo-rilla with that one!
Her robe flying, Ellen walked to the table and poured Sapphire a water glass full of wine. She knew the woman was looking at her. So what?
Women could look at women, that was okay. Didn't they do it all the time at the Y? Besides, Sapphire was a nice woman-a woman to trust. "Here, Sapphire. Drink up, my friend."
"Ain' you gonna have another?" Sapphire asked. She wanted her friend to be loose for later.
"Why sure, I'll drink with you!" Ellen poured herself another glass, spilling about a half-glass on the table top. She was bursting with democratic goodness and brotherhood.
Sapphire couldn't take her eyes from the nice cunt in front of her. She looked up at the Northern woman's face. She was old but not bad-looking. A few wrinkles, but nothing bad. No, she wasn't bad at all. Sapphire knew that Ellen of Bossy would make a good centerpiece for the party. The idea was to get her drunk.
"Looky here, honey," Sapphire began, "Ah knows you Yanks doan cotton much to us niggers, but I's got de feelin' you's diffunt. Y'know wut I mean?"
"Oh, Sapphire, don't say that. We love you! All of us do! Honesh-honesh-honest!"
"Well, honey, I knowed you was good and at's the reason I hustled musef up heah. Cuz we'all want you, honey, to come down an' see so me thin' fer yousef. About wut we wuz talkin' about lass night, heah? Awful men? Now grab your cigrettes there and hurry yer cute little tail on down with me!"
Ellen smiled and blushed. Nobody had ever talked to her like that before. Cute little tail! That was cute! "I have to put something on!"
"No, sweetie, no need to do all that! Folks'11 think you's goan down f'ra dip, is all. Now hurry, let's skedaddle! We gots a real show f'r y'all.
Cigarettes!" Sapphire reached for the pack of Wins tons and swept Ellen out of the room. "My key!"
"I gots keys, sweetie ... all the keys you'll evah need."
They took the service elevator down to a room above the office. Sapphire had a key for the elevator. Ellen felt strange and full of excitement, running around a Miami hotel almost nude with a glass of wine in her hand. She tingled and hoped that none of the men or wives from MML would see her. And none did, for when the elevator door opened Sapphire whisked her across the hall and into a room.
Four thin and very pretty girls sat on pillows in the room, and all looked up as Sapphire and Ellen burst in. Two of the girls looked quite a bit like pretty boys but the other two were very beautiful girls who looked exactly like girls.
"Kids," Sapphire laughed, "this is Ellen from Bossy. She's a friend; have they started?"
Billy Jack and Pistol managed to leave the bar without Mrs. Stevenson noticing. He'd signed the bill and left a buck on the booth table. Following Pistol, he was puzzled when she entered an unmarked door and began to ascend a flight of plain concrete steps. "Where we going?" he asked.
"To the room, silly," she replied, melting him with a torrid smile.
"In this hotel?"
"Don't y'all mess your head, sweet, it's on the house. Good ol' Sapphire is takin' care of everthan'."
They walked down a drab hallway and Billy Jack was prepared for anything. Then Pistol turned and smiled, raising her pretty face for a kiss.
Billy couldn't resist, and as he kissed her his hands went to her waist and then up and cupped her two breasts. They were smooth and soft and liquid under her cotton dress, and he knew she wasn't wearing a brassiere. He almost shot in his pants as her two hands touched him. One grabbed his cock and the other knifed up and down in the crack of his ass. Then she tried to poke her finger into his asshole right through his slacks. She was a hot little bitch and he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Then, as quickly as she had started, she stopped. Turning, she opened the door to a room and walked in quickly. As soon as Billy Jack was through she shut the door and threw herself onto him, shoving her tongue halfway down his throat and wrapping one leg around his. She was rubbing up and down against him, scraping him with her firm tits and hot Venus mound. She shuddered like a female Siamese cat in heat. Billy Jack reached up under her dress and sunk his fingers into the crack of her bare and moist ass.
Billy Jack would almost kill anybody who ever said it, but the fact was he just loved colored girls. More than once he had thought about leaving Norma Jean and finding himself a dusky firecracker and moving to Wisconsin or Minnesota. Up there, mixed marriages were pretty common and, in fact, many whites with white wives rather envied guys with Negro wives. They were dead right, too, Billy Jack mused, feeling out the octaroon who was clinging to him like an octopus. These little shits live to fuck and some know how to kill a man in his own bed. His finger found her asshole and popped in. She shivered and grabbed his cock.
Then he saw something move over to his right and he started. It was only his reflection in a huge mirror and he smiled sheepishly. Man, oh man, he said to himself as he looked at his reflection, I sure should put on about ten or fifteen pounds. I'm a'looking not unlike a poor farmer's scarecrow out in the weeds. But he felt the insistent hands of his partner rubbing his cock and trying to get into his ass, and he looked for the bed. He smiled once again-it was right under the mirror.
Pistol was wearing a peasant blouse, and Billy Jack pulled it down and gasped. "Oh, my God," he said.
She looked up at him with puzzlement mixed with disappointment. "What's the trouble, ace?"
"No trouble. But where did you ever get jugs like that?"
"I grew 'em. Let's check you out, stud." She got to her knees and unzipped Billy Jack's fly. His cock sprang out and stood up slightly to the right. "Hey, man. You left handed?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Never mind, man. That's a bad-ass piece of cock you got theah. Can a girl have a taste?"
"Jam up. I've got all night an' I'm loaded."
Billy Jack buried his hands in Pistol's hair as she took his nervous prick into her mouth. It went all the way in, right up to his balls. He didn't know what she was doing with her tongue, but it was driving him crazy and he shot off instantly, pulling her hair and slamming his cock tightly into her mouth. She sucked and nibbled, slurped and swallowed, jacking him off fast to get every last drop of his cum into her mouth.
Her pussy was aching to have the huge cock thundering in and out of it. This cock was as big as any she'd ever seen, and she thought his wife must be crazy, if Sapphire was telling the truth. She wanted to sit on his face and have his tongue up her cunt, but she knew most men were too squeamish for that. They'd eat eggs and liver and kidneys, but most of them didn't want to suck on a nice, clean, juicy, fresh and ready cunt. Men were sure enough crazy motherfuckers, she thought. She swallowed the last of his delicious cum and undid his belt and dropped his pants. Then she threw her arms around his legs and rubbed his knees with her firm tits. The nipples were as hard as little sling-shot pebbles.
"Take you rags off, man, so we c'n get with it."
Billy Jack lost no time. In a minute he was between her legs, slamming his cock in and out of her tight, hot pussy. He was nibbling on her nipples and had two fingers up her asshole, fucking as if his very life depended on it. Her fingernails were digging into his back and he was instantly having his second orgasm. From her response he knew she was there, coming with him. Together they arched and strained, juices intermingling in a satisfying mixture. He looked into her happy eyes and fell onto her, plunging his tongue into her throat. In a minute she stirred and pushed.
"Man, now that we got all that nervousness out of our systems let's settle down to some good old-fashioned fucking. What'dy'a think a that?"
Billy Jack smiled. His cock was shrinking, but then he thought about Norma Jean lapping that old man's cock like some kind of a cow, and his cock sprang to rigid attention once again. He knew then that if he ever fucked her again he was going to pretend he was a hunchback who had kidnapped her, and he was going to fuck the living shit out of her and he'd split her a new asshole in the bargain. Then she could lick his cock clean-the wanton whore bitch. He'd teach her to go out fucking strangers, and no lie!
"Man," Pistol asked, "would you kiss my muff?"
"Sweetie," Billy Jack replied, "I'll suck yer innards out! C'mon ovah heah and put that little trouble maker on mah fice. Ah owe yeh a little sum pin." Billy Jack was beginning to feel the gin and tonic and he always became generous when he got drunk. And he loved pussy more than anything in the world, especially after seeing his wife jobbing an old geezer in the back of a cabin cruiser on Biscayne Bay. He stretched out on his back, right below the mirror, and accepted Pistol's ready and glistening cunt. She smelled like women should smell-fresh-fucked.
His cock was standing like a mast. She sat on his face.
"Looky deah, Ellen," Sapphire laughed. "Dint I tell y'all theah was a show? Y'all knows that there man-he's with youah companee."
Ellen sat Indian-fashion on a pillow right next to the two-way mirror. She couldn't believe it. John Sanders was behaving like an absolute animal, sucking that little girl's cunt and jacking his cock off behind her back just as if nobody could see. It was obvious he was enjoying himself because his hand was moving up and down just like he was a crazy money in the zoo, listening to kids rubbing Coke bottles together.
The six women stood beside the bed looking at Pistol being eaten alive. She seemed to love it and Ellen couldn't understand why. A dreadful man. Then she felt Sapphire's hands on her tits.
"Ellen, honey, have you ever sucked a cock?"
Ellen tried to wheel but she was held fast by the two powerful hands. "Uh, no." She looked at the cock and wondered what it would taste like. She felt Sapphire's strong hands professionally caressing her tits and decided she'd try anything as long as she could have her tits rubbed like that. She bent forward and took the rigid prick between her lips. It felt strange, alive-and it tasted salty and pungent. But it was strange, alive. She pulled it as deeply as she could into her mouth and was disappointed to feel Sapphire's hands release her tits.
She sucked and licked the cock, and her hands coursed over the flat stomach of her fellow-manager when all of a sudden she almost fainted with a shock of delight. Something soft, yet firm and wet was gently thrusting itself into her sacred pussy. She released her grip on the prick and turned to see Sapphire's head bobbing slightly above her ass. Sapphire was actually sticking her tongue into her cunt and it felt like heaven. The tongue was raspy when it lapped and smooth and wet when it speared.
Ellen thought she was going to die and she had to dive down on the huge and rigid prick to keep from losing her mind. Her tongue curled around it and lapped it; she nibbled on the swollen head and teased the skin with her teeth and lips. She never knew that sucking a cock could be so good. Suddenly, she felt two hungry and feverish hands clasping at her tits and she leaned forward, pressing against her tits, and bound and determined to take that cock right down her throat. It was hard and she thought she was going to gag, but with a superhuman effort she opened her throat and took it, bringing her lips flat up against the wiry tangle of pubic hairs at the base of John's cock. She grabbed his balls and squeezed them as she sucked.
Her explosion was met by John's and she had to swallow for all she was worth to keep from drowning. But she didn't think anything about her own orgasm. She'd never experienced anything like it, not even with the cordless vibrator she'd picked up in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Old Sapphire certainly did know how to please a woman. Then she became aware of John's hands jamming her face down all the way; his prick was solidly lodged in her throat once again. The very thought of it was enough to make her climax again and, with another expert flick from Sapphire's tongue, she did.
The next thing she knew Sapphire was holding her by the hips, fucking her buttocks with a monstrous bush of wiry black pubic hairs and the largest cunt she'd ever imagined.
The party went on for two more hours and Billy Jack found out what it would be like to fuck a really huge colored gal. He didn't know which he liked better-eating old Ellen Speakman or fucking Sapphire. Contrary to his expectations, Sapphire was a wild piece of ass, a mistress of cunt control and power movement. He also fucked Sapphire between the tits as the redhead speared him in the ass from behind with her tongue. When he made it, he'd shoved his cock up and put it under her nose. She snuffed up every drop and smiled.
"Ellen, honey," Sapphire smiled, "was that nice for y'all?"
Ellen was lying on the bed, face down, her bare ass exposed.
Billy Jack stood above her and looked down. Then he looked at the looming purple shape of the huge maid. "Sure a pity not to fuck her a good one in the ass, right?"
"If thass wut you want, man," Sapphire laughed. Then she turned and smiled at a blonde who was no more than fourteen. "Snowflake, y'll c'mere raht now and make this gennelm'n's prick good and big, heah? C'mon!"
The young girl was nude and had tits the size of small apples. The nipples pointed up jauntily and were erect. Her cunt was wet from a session with one of the short-haired girls. Billy Jack didn't even want them to touch him. But he welcomed the frail blonde with the small but firm tits, and as she bent over to suck his cock he pushed his thumb into her cunt. He couldn't believe that a small girl could have such a huge slot. It was twice as big as Sapphire's. He managed to get three fingers in, and he stuffed his little finger into her asshole as she sucked. He could also not believe how good the child was at cocksucking. He was inflating like magic and he looked at Ellen's quiet and smooth ass as he tried to get four fingers into the youngster's twat.
When he was standing straight out, the skinny blonde stepped back like a zombie. Her work was done and she went to sit in the lap of one of the other girls.
Billy Jack leaned forward, made some spit, dropped it on Ellen's crack right by her asshole, and covered her with his body. She was out like a light so he merely put the head against the tight hole and pressed forward. It went in, scraping tightly and pulling his skin back painfully. He reached forward and under her and grabbed her firm, large tits in each hand and felt that old rush begin once again. It was hard stuffing his cock into her asshole, and she wasn't helping at all, but the idea of fucking an unconscious fifty-year-old in the ass sparked Billy Jack on and he thrust harder and sank his cock in halfway. It seemed to grow and now looked bigger than it ever was before.
Then he got an idea and he imagined she was Norma Jean and he was a sex-fiend monster fucking the shit out of her, and he brought his hips back and jammed forward so hard that he would have killed a horse. His cock speared in, sinking to the balls in the hot blackness of the old lady's tight asshole. He began to pump her, and grabbed her tits with brutal force. "Take this, you no-good fer nuthin' slut bitch," he breathed as he squeezed and fucked ever deeper. "I'll tear you that new arsehole raht nah!"
Sapphire couldn't resist stuffing her thumb up his ass, and as she did he lunged forward and filled Ellen's rectum with his eighth serving of cum for the afternoon. He was lying on the woman's back as he heard Sapphire's happy voice.
"Yo white folks sho nuff is crazy! You fuck her in the can an' she's a cherry! Lawdy, Lawd!" Sapphire broke out into uncontrolled laughter and Billy Jack's finger slipped down to the wet cunt and went in. Then he felt it.
"Gawd damn ef she ain't," he said. "Well, there's always tomorrow, hey?"
Loxley Martinez strode out of the barber shop and he saw her. She looked like the most sexy woman he'd ever seen in the world. Sitting by a pair of potted palms near the magazine rack, she was a dead ringer for Jennifer Jones in her earlier, sweater-girl days. His prick was signaling to him that she was a live one and he was reading the message loud and clear. Wild pussy was his hobby and he had a perfect sense of direction. This one was wild.
"May I sit beside you?" Loxley was a cross between Gilbert Roland, Cesar Romero, Vittorio de Sica and Rudolph Valentino.
The girl answered by having her eyes roll up in her head and slumping into the chair. She was down from Swarthmore for the weekend and didn't expect to see anybody except her Aunt Sally. She didn't faint completely and recovered enough to ask, "Who are you?"
"Just call me William," he said, patting her cool and soft hand. "You look like you could use a nice, cool refreshment."