Chapter 2
Kathy O'Brien shrugged her shoulders, "Sure it's fine if you just want to go straight home, darling. I'll see you at dinner, Jennifer. Goodbye." Kathy hung the telephone receiver on its stand.
She tapped a pencil on her desk, thinking a moment. Jennifer usually spent her school afternoons working in the back of her mother's boutique, sometimes on school work, sometimes just playing.
"The child's always been too introverted," Kathy chewed on a pencil. "It'll be good if she spends some time away from here."
Kathy leaned back in her chair, stretching with cat-like grace. She worked long hours, but she had to since hubby Bill had died. She got up to check herself in the mirror.
Kathy had a striking face. She had once considered a modeling career but then she had gotten pregnant with Jennifer. She had large, dark, almond-shaped eyes. Her nose was hooked, but small and attractive. She had large, full lips. For someone involved in fashion, she wore amazingly little make-up. And she really didn't need much.
She combed her long auburn hair, which cascaded down her shoulders and reached to the small of her back. She loved her hair, but not the care it required. She smoothed a wrinkle out of her blouse. She noticed that her nipples were erect and she gave them a playful tweak. Kathy had huge, round breasts. Almost too big for her tastes.
Her hips were lean. She had a wonderful, sloping ass and she spent half her life brushing men's hands away from it. Kathy wore a black mini-skirt, which didn't help matters any. But it was the fashion. There was a run in her hose, so she took them off, her shoes also.
Kathy had a million things to do, yes, and constantly felt that her time was filled with silly little things like changing stockings. She had to dart out onto the sales floor to take another pair from the display.
There were only a couple people in the store, which relieved Kathy immensely. She hoped to be able to make it to the stockings display and into the back room without anybody stopping her, but no such luck. A tall, black-haired woman flagged Kathy down.
"Excuse me, Miss, do you work here?"
Kathy was tempted to lie and say no, but it was stamped into her mind that the customer was always right, no matter what.
"I'm looking for something a bit more unusual," the woman said, holding up a pair of white silk panties. "Do you think you could help me?"
Kathy looked at the woman's face. Her eyes were staring intently into Kathy's, giving her a hungry look that only meant one thing.
"Right this way," Kathy motioned, never breaking eye contact with the woman. She liked the way the woman moved. She had on dark sunglasses, a sharp nose, and round, ruby lips. But Kathy's favorite feature was the woman's hair, a wild black mane that seemed to belong on a lion rather than a woman. "I love your hair," she said.
"Thank you," the woman said, as she removed her glasses.
"And beautiful eyes," Kathy smiled brightly. "My name's Kathy. This is my boutique."
"Lenora," the woman gazed around the store. "It's a lovely place."
Kathy led Lenora to the intimate apparel section of the store, way back in the corner by the dressing rooms. Lenora brushed up against her running a hand up Kathy's bare, inner thigh.
"I think you'll like these," Kathy held up a pair of polka dot panties.
"Oh yes, they're lovely." Lenora's eyes once again contained that hungry look. "Where can I try them on."
Kathy gave one look around the store to make sure everything was in order. A middle-aged woman was looking at a skirt by the front window, and Didi, the cashier, was manning the register. Other than that, the store was empty. "Come Lenora, I'll show you."
As soon as the door closed to the changing booth, Lenora slipped her hands down Kathy's panties and cupped a mound of Kathy's ass-cheeks with both hands. Kathy leaned back against the tall, dark woman, closing her eyes. She reached back and ran her hand through Lenora's hair.
"You're a bombshell," Lenora whispered into her ear. "You're the hottest number I've seen in years."
Kathy turned and looked into the woman's big, brown eyes. "Let me look at you," she said as she unbuttoned Lenora's rabbit fur. "I'm dying to see your body."
Kathy gasped at the enormous globes that popped out from under the fur coat. She took a tit in her hand and gently kneaded it through Lenora's blouse. "They're so big," Kathy said, biting into one, "So big and beautiful. Why do you cover them up? They're so lovely."
"They're not for everybody," Lenora smiled. "I don't like gawking. I save them for special people, like you."
"I am so glad I am one of the privileged few." Kathy unbuttoned Lenora's white cotton blouse. "They're so firm."
"You're too modest," Lenora cupped one of Kathy's jugs in her hand. "I love the curve of yours. I've never seen breasts so sharply rounded."
The two women embraced, stroking each other's long, silky hair. Their breasts pressed against one another, and they began to gyrate against one another. Kathy began to laugh.
"We're quite a mutual admiration society."
"It takes a woman to truly appreciate another woman." Lenora lifted Kathy's chin and brought her lips against hers. She kissed her long and hard, until finally Kathy had to break it off in order to breathe.
"Are you new in town, Lenora? I'm sure we would have met long before if you'd been around."
"I'm here to look up an old friend. I was planning to leave in a few days, but the way things look around this place, I think I may stay awhile."
"This town could use a little livening up, and I think you're just the woman to do it."
Lenora smiled. "Slow down, I'm not committing myself to anything. I never have, and I never will."
Kathy nipped her on the ear, blowing into it, sticking her tongue in. Lenora ran her fingers down Kathy's spine, squeezing the firm, taut flesh along bith sides. She unbuttoned Kathy's blouse, and proceeded to run her hand all across her globes and stomach. Lenora had long, painted fingernails, and she scratched lightly into Kathy's skin, leaving light red tracks behind.
"I've got to touch your pussy," Kathy moaned. "I want to have its smell fill my nostrils, its taste to fill my mouth, I want it all!"
Kathy began to tug at the buckle on Lenora's jeweled belt "We've got all the time in the world," Lenora smiled. "Let's take it slow."
"No," Kathy lowered Lenora's leather pants and almost ripped off her panties. "When I get this way, I just have to act Fast!"
Lenora sat down on the bench in the room, pulling Kathy down with her. She cradled the auburn-haired woman's head in her arms, and kissed her long and deep.
"OK," she smiled. "You can touch my pussy now."
Kathy bent down, kissing her way down Lenora's body. She lingered on the massive boobs, playing with them. She watched as the goose pimples followed the path of her hand. Lenora had big, brown nipples, and it felt just right to Kathy to suck on them for awhile.
She worked her way down, tickling her naval, working her tongue in and out. Kathy loved Lenora's flat, brown stomach, and ran her fingers gently around its perimeters. She reached the top of her nest of pubic hairs, and that wonderful smell she'd been waiting for filled her nostrils.
"Your pussy smells so sweet," Kathy smiled. "But I shall save it for last."
Her tongue ran down her thighs, around the hairy bush that cried out to her, down to the meaty thighs that seemed so right to nip and suck. She skipped quickly over the lower legs, down to the toes, which she sucked and kissed with relish. Kathy loved to suck on people's toes. "Oh, I can't stand that, it's too much!" Lenora giggled uncontrollably.
This made Kathy suck all the more, driving the dark woman wild with laughter. Finally, Kathy relented, working her mouth back up to the dark slash between Lenora's legs. "My mouth is watering," Kathy said.
She buried her head, diving into the succulent bush. Lenora's pussy was juicy wet, flowing with creamy liquid. Kathy began to lap it up, working her tongue inside the vagina. She ran her tongue along the roof of Lenora's love canal, whose pussy just got damper and damper.
"My clit," Lenora cried out. "Please, please touch it."
But Kathy's tongue continued to evade that little knob, instead making its way down to the ass-hole. She took little nips at the rectum.
"Please, I'm begging you," Lenora gasped.
Kathy looked up, her mouth dribbling with the wetness from Lenora's cunt. "You said you wanted to take it slow, dear."
"You're just a little tease," Lenora growled, squinting her eyes.
"And I suppose you're not?" Kathy quizzed as her lips once more tasted pussy.
"You can't tease me any longer." Lenora pushed Kathy off, down onto the floor. "We'll see who leaves who begging!"
Lenora grabbed her purse as she kept a foot on Kathy's back to hold her down. "You're going to like this, sweetie!" she said as she pulled a 12" dildo out of her bag. "The bitches in this town have been to soft on you, it's time to teach you a lesson."
Lenora strapped the dildo on as Kathy tried to see what was going on out of the corner of her eye, although she had already guessed, and her pussy was getting wet at the thought. Lenora kneeled down, her leg on the back of Kathy's neck. She grabbed Kathy's arm and twisted it around behind her, so that her hand could hold the dildo.
"You want it, I can tell," Lenora pressed harder on the back of Kathy's neck. "Say you want it, say it!"
"Yes, I do," Kathy whispered.
"And what do you want me to do with it?" Lenora asked as she pulled on Kathy's hair.
"Put ... put it in me."
Lenora tugged on her hair harder. "I couldn't hear you. What did you say?"
"I said to ram it in me! Stick it in me! Now! Please!"
"Sure baby, sure." Lenora released Kathy's hair. "It needs some lubrication," she said as she stuck a finger up Kathy's slit. "Your pussy just isn't wet enough, smelly old thing."
"What, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to stick your fingers up my pussy, and use my wonderful juices. Then it'll slide right in, even your ugly clam."
Kathy reached into Lenora's cunt, then ran her damp fingers along the shaft of the dildo. "That seems good. I think it'll do."
"Bullshit," Lenora growled. "I think you're going to have to lick it."
Kathy ran her tongue along the plastic. She thought of her husband's meaty dick, and how she hadn't tasted another since he had died. "Is it ready now?"
"I think it'll do for the-likes of you!" Lenora pushed Kathy back down to the floor and then lifted her by the haunches. "Or maybe you'd like it up the ass. You seem like the type."
Kathy swallowed. She hadn't had anal sex in over 12 years, and she wasn't looking forward to having her flesh ripped apart by that massive dildo. But she was willing, she felt hot, she felt good. So many women in the town were too submissive. It was nice to experience a real aggressive bitch for a change. Kathy wagged her ass in the air, waiting for the dildo to enter whichever hole it pleased. And she waited. And waited. And waited.
When Kathy turned around, Lenora was gone. Totally gone. Her clothes were gone, her purse was gone, the dildo was gone. "What the hell is going on?" Kathy muttered to herself. "What the hell is going on?"
The Winslow twins sped down the road on their twin motorcycles. It was Friday night, and they were looking for some action. April and May got money from a trust fund set up by their uncle. Each month they'd receive a thousand dollars. This month, they bought motorcycles.
"Man, this town is dead!" May shouted above the roar to April.
"What?" April shrugged, "I can't hear you."
"Look!" shouted May as a black Jaguar roared the opposite way down the highway. "We've got to check this out!"
The twins slowed down and turned their bikes in the opposite direction. "We'll never catch it!" April yelled. "It must be going around 100MPH!"
They were about to turn off, when May noticed that the car was slowing down. She sped ahead until she was even with the side of the car, and peered into the driver's window. April pulled up along the passenger's side.
The driver, with a long black lion's mane, peered out. May waved to her. The driver motioned for them to pull off at the next corner. The twins trailed the car as it slowed to a stop.
"Hot car, said May, as the driver rolled down the window. "We're the Winslow twins. I'm May, and that's April."
"Pleased to meet you. My name's Lenora."
"You here to liven things up a little?" May grinned.
"I'm going to try," Lenora smiled. "But I'm just passing through. Came to see an old friend of mine, Marsha Roberts. Do you know her?"
"Do we know her?" April shouted. "Do we know her?"
"I take it that means yes?" Lenora opened the car door and stepped out. "How do you know Marsha?" May asked.
Lenora shrugged. "We go way back."
"We can show you where she lives," April piped in. "Her trailer park is right over there," she pointed.
"Marsha lives in a trailer park?" Lenora removed her suede driving gloves. "Ah, how the mighty have fallen."
May looked at April, then at Lenora. "So, you want to go see her?"
"When I'm ready." Lenora tapped her hand with her gloves. "You girls good friends of
Marsha's?"
"Sure," said April, "Real good friends!"
"Wwweeellll," Lenora pivoted on her high-heeled boot. "Any friend of Marsha's is a friend of mine!"
"Are you famous?" asked May.
"Not really. I used to be. Marsha too." Lenora smiled. "And you, are the Winslow twins famous?"
"Naw," April shrugged. "We're just rich."
Lenora laughed. "What do you girls do for fun around here besides ride your motorcycles?"
"Oh, lots of different stuff."
"I'd like to meet some people." She eyed the twins closely. "Do you know any boys?"
"Sure. Lots of them," said April.
May looked at the ground. "They might be a little young for you."
"Oh no, that's fine. I like them young."
"Well," May mumbled, "I think they'll do just about anything you want, once they see your car."
"Fabulous," Lenora smiled. "Let's go!"
They drove along the highway for about Fifteen minutes, finally pulling off at a dirt road. Lenora followed the twin's motorcycles as the dirt road wound its way up the side of a steep hill. They reached the crest of the hill, from which there was a spectacular view of the valley and town below. Parked along the edge of the road were several old, rusty cars. Groups of denim-clad boys gathered around the approaching vehicles.
Lenora climbed out of the Jaguar as April and May unstrapped their helmets. Some of the boys whistled at the woman in her fur. May began with the introductions.
"This is Tommy, Jim, Fred, Leo, Rob, Hank, Rick, and over there, that's Howie, and Peter, and John, and Bruce."
Lenora eyed each boy carefully. "They're lovely, all of them."
The boys began to yell questions out at the twins and Lenora. "Shut up, you guys!" May yelled.
"Which one of you boys would like to go for a ride in my car?" Lenora smiled. The yelling began once more.
"Keep it down," screamed May, "or nobody's going!"
The boys quieted down once more. Lenora paced before them, thinking out loud. "Now there must be some way we can decide who will ride in the car in a fair manner. Let's see ... .What do you say we have a contest!"
"Yeah!" shouted April.
"I know," said Lenora, ignoring the suggestions shouted out by the boys. "I'll take the boy for a ride who has the biggest dick!
That seems fair to me. How do you boys feel?"
A hush fell over the crowd. A few boys walked away, but most pressed closer to Lenora and the car, shouting things like, "How you gonna find out?" and "What's in it for the winner?"
"I suggest," Lenora said, "that all you boys drop your pants and form a circle."
The boys quickly surrounded Lenora, the twins, and the Jaguar. They raced to unbuckle their pants and drop their shorts. The night was cold, but none of the boys seemed to mind in the least.
"What're you going to use to measure," blurted out May.
"Does anyone have a tape measure?" Lenora shouted. There were no replies. "Well then," she sighed, "I shall have to use my throat. Whoever can tickle my throat the deepest shall ride in my car. Boys," Lenora waved her arms like a conductor, "proceed in making yourselves hard!"
There began furious stroking all around the circle, as the boys proceeded to pull, squeeze, and pump their dicks until they were erect. Lenora pivoted in a circle. "Is everybody ready?"
"Yes!" responded an enthusiastic chorus. "I shall begin with you." Lenora approached a tall, slender, pimply boy. "What is your name."
"Freddie."
"Well, good luck to you, Freddie." Lenora took out a white handkerchief and wiped her mouth before she let her lips touch the boy's rock-hard boner. A loud whoop went up all around as her mouth descended over Freddie's manhood. Freddie blushed, turning a dark red.
Lenora rose, wiping her mouth off once more. "Thank you, Freddie. Next please."
She proceeded to make her way around the circle. One boy, Rick, shot off a load in Lenora's mouth as she was sizing up his cock. He was immediately disqualified. Lenora rose up, angry.
"If anyone else plans to duplicate that boy's actions, then the contest shall be off!"
The remaining boys shouted promises to be good, and the contest continued.
"You know who's going to win, don't you?" April whispered to May. "Hank has got the biggest dick in the county."
"I know, but who would want him?" May made a face. "He's gross!"
Lenora had almost completed the circle when she came to Leo. She ran her arms down his broad, muscular shoulders, then grabbed his meaty rod. She looked up at the boy as her mouth devoured his throbbing member.
As she got to her feet, Lenora announced, "Leo is the winner!"
The boys who had yet to be touched let out a tremendous roar, crying about the sudden decision. Hank stepped forward.
"Are you saying that Leo's dick is bigger than mine?" He kicked the dirt. "If you are, then you're telling a lie. It's not true."
"Yes," Lenora strode up to the boy until they were face to face. "But you're too ugly to ride in my car."