Chapter 6
Torchy awoke to the aroma of fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen. She sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms high above her head. She felt so good, so bright and-and loved. The session with her mother had done fantastic things for her head. She slipped into her robe and made her way toward the kitchen, humming softly. Kay sat at the table, reading the front page of the morning paper. "Brad still in bed?" the raven-haired girl cooed.
The redhead moved the paper away from the front of her face and immediately Torchy could see that something was wrong-terribly wrong. There were dark circles under her mother's green eyes, as if she hadn't slept at all.
"What is it, Mom?"
"Brad isn't here, baby," Kay said.
"Didn't he come in last night?"
"Oh, yeah; he was here alright," the redhead said. "But you know those fights he and I never have?" Torchy nodded. "Well, we had a beauty last night. Wow! He stormed out of here at five this morning, more angry than I've ever seen him before. I don't know if he'll be back, baby!"
"Hey; that's crazy," Torchy cooed. "He'll be back as soon as he cools off. You two are too good together not to patch things up. I mean-really, Mom!"
"I sure hope you're right, sweetheart," Kay said with a moanful sort of cry. "That man really means a lot to me-too much, maybe!"
"The job-right?" Torchy said with a huge sigh. "You fought about his new gig?"
"What else?" Kay said. "Oh, Torchy-I was a perfect bitch about it! He wouldn't listen to anything I had to say on the subject. He kept saying that I was being silly-over and over, that's all he said. And I kept getting bitchier and bitchier and then...." She shrugged her narrow shoulders and twisted her mouth in frustration.
"Why did he walk out?"
"I blew my cool, said something-ah, stupid!"
"like what?"
Kay shrugged, looked down at the table. "like he could have the job or me-but not both," she said.
Torchy pulled out a chair, sat down. She looked long and hard into her mother's face, slowly shaking her head from side to side in disbelief. "Yeah," she said after a while. "That was, indeed, what you call 'something stupid.' How could you do it, Mom. Give him an ultimatum like that?"
"I don't know, baby," the redhead said. "It just sort of slipped out. I regretted it the moment it left my mouth, but the damage had already been done-and Brad was long gone before I had a chance to apologize!"
"Where did he go?"
"Who knows?" Kay said miserably. "There must be a hundred beds in this town where that magnificent bod of his is welcome. I mean-damn, I really fucked up, sweetheart!"
"Did you call his hotel?" Torchy said hopefully. "I know he only uses the room to store his clothing since he moved in here with us, but maybe...."
"He's not there, baby," the redhead said. "I've called at least a dozen times. The desk clerk says that he hasn't seen Brad for several days!"
"And the Clown Lounge is closed?"
"I tried calling there-the Velvet Hand, too," Kay said. "I couldn't get an answer at either place!"
"Okey-so let's jump in the car and go out and look for him," Torchy said. "Welshfield isn't that big. I'm sure that we can find him if...."
"Torchy, Torchy-wait," the older woman said. "I can't go anyplace. Sy Cohen is picking me up here at eight o'clock. We're going up to Bluefield for a company meeting. We probably won't be back until late tomorrow!"
"Oh, boy," the raven-haired girl said. "Can't you get out of it, Mom?"
"I don't see how," Kay said. "It's really a big deal. Lance Rhumor called the meeting for all department heads and their executive secretaries. Sy is depending on me-and it's my job. Sy is...."
"Sy Cohen," Torchy said, and wrinkled her nose. "I hate that creep. It makes my skin crawl just to have him look at me with those beady eyes of his. Yuck...."
"But he's my boss, baby!"
"And that's all?"
"Oh, look, sweetheart, there was a time when he had a little affair, going," the redhead said sadly. "He gave me a big rush and-hell, I was lonely. He was a mistake from the jump and I knew it!"
"And he's still warm for your form!"
"It takes two to make that thing happen, baby!"
Torchy stood up, began to pace. "I really think you're making a helluva mistake, mother-but you do what you have to do," she said. "I guess I'd better get dressed for school!"
"Would you like some eggs or something, sweetheart?"
"Just coffee, Mom!"
"Look, baby, I...."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I've gnt no right to go shooting my big mouth off like that. It's just that Brad is pretty damn important to me, too." An impish sort of grin spread across her face as she returned to her chair and sat down. "Is it alright if I share your bed with Brad-if he comes back and all?"
Kay grinned, raised an orange eyebrow.
"It's just that I might be able to pick up a pointer or two for David," she said. "I mean, that poor dude has even less experience than me!"
"Sure, you can share the bed with him?"
"I-I can?" Torchy sputtered.
"Just as long as the two of you don't do any fucking without me," the redhead said.
Torchy moaned in disappointment. "Aw, gee, Mom," she said in a mock pout. "You don't ever let me have any fun! All the other mothers let their daughters fuck their lovers when they aren't around to take care of business!"
"I'll tell you what I will do, baby," the redhead said, a huge, frankly evil grin on her face. "Bring David around some time and we'll do one of those swap things!"
"That's sounds wild," Torchy said. "Oh, yeah-but I'd bet neither Brad nor David would go for it!"
"Hey; I was just kidding, Torchy!"
"Yeah-I know!"
"It does sound sort of exciting, doesn't it?" Kay said. "A mother and daughter switching lovers!"
"Hell, why switch at all?" Torchy said. "Why don't the four of us just share the same bed?"
"An-an orgy?" Kay said, and ran the tip of her tongue over the rim of her suddenly dry lips. "Oh, wow-I could get off just thinking about something like that. But, like you said, neither of the males would go for it!"
"Let me give it some thought," Torchy said. "If I can get it worked out would you go along?"
"Sure, baby, but-don't pin your hopes on anything like that ever materializing. It's just too far out. Even in this day of sexual liberation, that's wild!"
"So wild that the juices in my snatch are starting to flow like the river Shannon. Oh-oh, God, would I like to be able to pull something like that off. Maybe I could get Karla Olsen to join us!"
"The student teacher?'
"Yeah-and wait until you see her, Mom. She is the most sensuous, the most-ah, desirable woman I've ever seen. She has dark hair that comes all the way down to her rump and big blue eyes and-well, all the kids at school, male or female, go out of their minds whenever she's around!"
"Dream on, Torchy," the redhead said. "Dream on, sweet little girl. Dream on, dream on...."
"Hey; speaking of Karli, rd better get my tail in gear if I'm going to see her before school starts," Torchy said. "Look, do us all a favor, Mom, and keep that fat creep you call boss at bay. Okay?"
"Don't worry," Kay said. "Oh, yeah-have you got enough money to tide you over until tomorrow evening?"
"Yeah; I'm flushed. A big four dollars!"
"Well, look; I'll leave ten dollars in the sugar bowl on the hutch in the dining room. Take it if you need it for anything. And, Torchy, if you should happen to run into that man of mine, tell him...."
"That I have a stupid lady for a mother!"
"Yeah-right!"
Brad had picked up a fifth of bourbon after he left Kay's place. He drove down to the river and killed it, fighting the anger that blazed away inside him. Fucking cunt, he mused bitterly. Her or the job, her or the job. Bitch. . . .
He stumbled out of the car, began to stagger along the bank of the river. "Big deal," he cried aloud. "I mean, what the fuck, huh? Her or the job, her or the mother-fucking job? Who needs it, huh? Who...."
He stumbled against a rock and fell to his knees. "FUCKING, NO-GOOD CUNT," he roared at the filthy water in the river. "WHO NEEDS HER? NOT ME! PLENTY OF PUSSY AROUND FOR OLE BRAD! PLENTY, PLENTY. All I've got to do is...." He tried a dozen times or more to snap his fingers before he finally gave it up as an impossible task.
"Drunk," he cried. "Fucking drunk...."
A cry of anguish caught in his throat as he fell fore-ward on his face. He lay there for a time-ten minutes or more, and then somehow managed to get back onto his feet. He staggered back to the car and crawled behind the steering wheel. He laid his head down against the wheel as the blackness closed in around him.
Dawn was breaking as he awoke. He was still drunk-and sick. It felt as if there were a full-scale war going on inside his head and his belly churned dangerously. It took him nearly ten minutes but he finally managed to get the car started and back onto the road that led to town.
He drew a bead on the white line in the middle of the road and used it as a guide line as he drove along, the car swaying from side to side. He pulled into the parking lot of the E-Z REST MOTEL and killed the engine. His head was still spinning and he had difficulty in sorting out his thought. Still, he was reasonably certain that he knew someone who stayed at the E-Z REST. Was it a chick? One of the dancers maybe? He had a vague memory of once having had to drive one of the girls home from the Longue one night. Her car wouldn't start or something like that.
But who? he mused. Who?
His feverish brain refused to provide an answer. Somehow, though, he knew that whoever it was could be found in room 109. He climbed out of the car, took a moment or two to get oriented and then began to march down the ribbon of concrete that ran along the front of the rooms.
There were only twelve units in the motel. 109 was near the end. Brad paused in front of the door, weaving from side to side. He passed his hands over his face, trying to drive away some of the cobwebs that seemed to have gathered there, and then rapped loudly on the door. He waited for a moment and then rapped again, louder than before.
"Go away," cried an obviously irritated, female voice. "No one home...."
"Hey-inside," Brad bellowed. "C'mon, open up!"
"Look, mac-go away before I call a cop!"
Brad's face twisted in a frown. He tried to identify the female voice, failed. "Hey, c'mon-c'mon, you bitch," he cried, and then started to bang on the door with both of his hands, setting up a real racket
"Who the hell are you, anyway?" the voice demanded.
"It's me," Brad said, and pounded his chest.
"Who the hell is me?'
"Alvin Bradley Taylor," the sandy-haired giant cried. He had to grabbed onto the side of the building to keep from falling flat on his face. "And I'm drunk as a lord!"
"Well, I don't know no Alvin Bradley-wait," the voice said. "Brad? Is that you, Brad?"
"That's what I said, sweetheart!"
The door snapped open and the little blonde who called herself Ula Lundstrum looked out at Brad in wide-eyed amazement. "Brad, it really is you," she said. "And-Jesus, what happened to you? You're. covered with mud!"
"I had a fight with the river and...."
"Don't tell me," the girl said. "The river won!"
"Right you are, my lady!"
Ula slipped an arm around his waist and half-dragged/half-led the lumbering giant into her room. She managed to get him over to the bed before he passed out on her. "I've dreamt about this a time or two, lover-boy," she cooed, "but to tell you the truth, I never really expected to see you here, alone with me in this room!"
She rolled him over onto his back, began to peel his mud-caked clothing from his body.
"Kay, you lousy cunt," the giant roared in his stupor. "I-aw, fuck! The Dutchman can have you!"
"No Kay here," Ula said as she took a wash cloth and towel from the bathroom and began to wash Brad. "This is Ula, lover, and I'll take good care of you...."
"Teena Tiny Tits," Brad moaned.
"Oh, Torchy-how nice," Karl Olsen cooed as the raven-haired girl entered her office outside the gym. "Hiya, teach," Torchy said.
The student-teacher took her hand and then squeezed it lovingly, holding it tight against her bosom. "I had a dream about you last night," she cooed. "And what a dream!"
"I tried to call you last night," Torchy said. "About eleven o'clock or so. There was no answer at your crib!"
"I'm sorry I wasn't there," Karl! said. "My father came into town unexpectedly and I was with him at his motel until-oh, three-thirty anyway!"
"Did you have a nice-ah, chat?"
"Chat," the student teacher said as a look of rapturous joy filled her face. "We chatted so much that it's all I can do to walk this morning. Oh, God, Torchy what a lover that father of mine is. We must have went at it a dozen times or more-and he was asking for more as I left!"
"He took everything you had, huh?"
"Yeah; and then some...."
"Too bad," Torchy said with a little sigh. "I was thinking quite seriously of falling by your crib tonight. It's been days and days since I last sprawled out on that fantastic water bed in your playroom!"
"Supper's at six-thirty," Karli said. "I'll broil a pair of steak out on the veranda for us!"
"Crazy," the dark-eyed girl said.
"I hope I'm in shape by then!"
"Yeah; me, too," Torchy said.
"Look out," Karli said as she pulled away from Torchy. "Here comes Ms. Freeland. God, what a bull dyke. Look at the way she carries herself. She looks like she ought to be playing the line for the Cleveland Browns!"
"Listen, Karli-before she gets here," Torchy said. "I need the name of a doctor for a girl who thinks that she's in big trouble!"
"Not you, lover?"
"Oh, no-no," the raven-haired girl said with a huge grin. "A friend of mine. She's really going crazy. Do you know anyone here in town?"
"Yeah; I'll write it down for you," Karli said, and then quickly wrote down a name and telephone number on a piece of scratch paper. She managed to hand Torchy the slip before Ms. Freeland stormed into the office.
"Good morning, Karli dear," she cooed, and then turned to glare at Torchy. "You're going to be late for your homeroom if you hang around here much longer, Miss Fleming. And Ms. Olsen and I have-well, things to do before our first period class. So, if you don't mind...."
"Oh, I don't mind at all," Torchy said.
Karli winked at the raven-haired girl. "Thanks for the info, Karli dear," Torchy said, and then quickly covered her mouth with her hand. "I mean, Ms. Olsen. See you in class," she added, and then walked out.
The bell for the start of homeroom rang while she was still at her locker. She slammed the metal door closed and then made a mad dash down the hall to her homeroom. She made it safely to her seat just as the final bell rang.
The situation between Brad and her mother, Mary Ellen's problem, her date with Karli for supper-all these things had the raven-haired girl lost in a fog of thought and she failed to respond when Mrs. Rush, her homeroom teacher, called her name for the attendance roll.
"Torchy-hey," Ike Cobb cried in a harsh whisper and then poked the girl in the ribs. "The bride of Frankenstein is talking to you!"
"I-ah, I'm here, Mrs. Rush," Torchy said. "Sorry, I must have been daydreaming or something!"
"Sometimes, young woman, I wonder why you bother to come to school at all," the teacher said.
"Yeah," Torchy snapped back, "sometimes I wonder about that, too!" She regreated the words the moment they passed her lips but there was no way she could take them back.
A cold, chilling silence filled the room.
Anger flashed in the teacher's cold, green eyes. "Would you repeat that statement, Torchy?" she snarled. "I want to make absolutely certain I heard what I think I heard!"
"Better cool it, Torchy," Ike whispered. "She's in a foul mood. Back off...."
"I-ah, I spoke without thinking, Mrs. Rush," Torchy said. "I'm sorry. Forget I said anything! Okay?"
"Miss Fleming, it has been my experience that you always speak without thinking," Mrs. Rush said. "And r m afraid that your words of apology are all rather shallow!"
"Don't start on me again today, Mrs. Rush. I-I'm not feeling very well and...."
"Torchy, I'm telling you," Ike said as he covered his face with his hand so that the teacher couldn't see his lips moving. "She's already sent Sunny Johnson down to the vice-principal's office. Back off...."
"I'm trying," the girl whispered back. "But she's not going to let me. Look at her, she's spoiling for a fight-a no-holds-barred affair!"
"Mr. Cobb, Miss Fleming," the teacher cried, and then stamped her foot to show her displeasure. "One would think that by the time one reached high-school age, young people would have learned enough of the social amenities to know that whispering is most impolite!"
"Yes, ma'am," Ike said.
"Please, Mrs. Rush," Torchy said miserably.
"Please what?" the woman demanded.
"Please just leave me alone," Torchy said hotly. "I mean, pick on someone else this morning. I-I'm really not in the mood for any. of this. I-I...." She shrugged, allowing her words to trail off.
"I never, as you put it, pick on anyone, young lady, but I do consider it my duty as a teacher to...."
"You're picking on me right now," Torchy cried.
"Young woman, I will not be spoken to in that tone," Mrs. Rush snarled. "Now, either you apologize or I'll be forced to take you down to the vice-principal for...."
Wayne Hunter leaped to his feet and glared at the teacher. "Why don't you just leave her alone, Mrs. Rush," he said. "The chick says she wasn't feeling well!"
"SIT DOWN, YOUNG MAN," the teacher snarled.
The boy swallowed hard and then returned to his seat. "I still think it's wrong, the way you're always picking on-on Torchy," he said.
"That's enough, young man. One more word out of you and you'll be on your way to the vice-principal's office!" She turned back to Torchy. "Now, young lady...."
"Mrs. Rush-just this once, couldn't you let this mess slide," she said. "I'm truly sorry if I upset you, but I-I'm just not in the mood for a lot of nonsense!"
"Nonsense," the teacher sputtered.
"I chose the wrong word," the raven-haired girl said. miserably. "Please, Mrs. Rush...."
"Please-what, young lady?"
Torchy grabbed onto the top of her desk, fighting desperately to beat down the raw and sprawling anger that ate away at every fiber in her body.
"I'm waiting, Torchy," the teacher snarled.
"Hey; will somebody hand her a. hammer and nails so that she can nail me to the cross," the dark-eyed girl said.
"THAT DOES IT," the teacher screamed. "NO TEACHER HAS TO PUT UP WITH THAT SORT OF THING!" Her eyes searched the class, came to rest on the face of a girl named Helen Morton. "Miss Morton, would you please go down to the vice-principal's office and tell him we need him here?"
The girl looked around the class. She started to stand up and then quickly sat down again. "Send someone else," she said in a trembling whisper.
"YOU REFUSE?" the teacher snarled.
The girl swallowed hard. "Y-y-yes," she said, and then looked down at her shoes.
"I'll go get him," Torchy said. She looked over at Helen and smiled. The mousy girl blushed, her eyes radiant with pride.
"Why don't we all go?" Ike Cobb suggested.
"Right on," cried Wayne Hunter, and got to his feet.
About half the class got to their feet and began to walk toward the door. The teacher raced passed them, barred their path. "Get back into your seats, students," she said.
"Only if you quit picking on Torchy," a girl said. "That's right," cried a boy. "Yeah; enough is enough," said another boy.
More students left their seats and joined those who stood at the door. The teacher's eyes grew big and round. She shook her head in confusion, as if she were unable to believe that such open defiance could actually be happening.
"What's it going to be, Mrs. Rush?" Wayne Hunter demanded. "Do we forget about this and all go back to our seats or do we all go down to the vice-principal?"
"Go back to your seats," the teacher said in a quiet, little voice. "You, too, Miss Fleming!"
It was several seconds before anyone moved. It was as if the students were unable to believe that they had won the confrontation with the teacher. Torchy and Ike were the first to move. Wayne Hunter was next, then Helen Morton, and then all the others. The teacher returned to her desk, sat down at her chair and stared out of the window, ignoring the fact that she had not completed the attendance roll.
"Billy Llewellyn is the only one absent, Mrs. Rush," one of the students said. "Everyone else is here!"
The teacher seemed not to hear the student. She continued to stare out the window, a blank look on her face. She seemed to be lost in a world of her own making. She was still there when the bell for the start of first period began. The class filed out in silence.
Mary Ellen Lewis was waiting for Torchy outside the door to Mr. Diamond's history class. The raven-haired girl took the bosomy blonde by the arm and herded her over to a vacant place against the wall. "I've got the name of a doctor," she said. "A good man...."
"Oh, Torchy-thank you," Mary Ellen said. "I I hope you know how grateful I am. Gee, I-I...."
"Hey; don't start blubbering here," Torchy said.
"Look, I'll meet you in front of the cafeteria at the start of fifth period. We can call this dude for an appointment!"
"The sooner the better," the blonde cooed.
Alan Diamond, the history teacher, walked up to the two girls and stared at them with an impish sort of smile on his face. He looked down at his watch, back at the girls. "Class is about to start," he said. "Will you join me, ladies!"
"Anytime," Torchy cooed, her voice low and husky, gushing with sexual overtones.
It was a few minutes after eight when Sy Cohen pulled his car into the driveway of the Fleming home. Kay was at the door waiting for him. She picked up her suitcase and headed for the Porche. Sy hurried from the car, took her grip and set it down as he opened the trunk.
"You look beautiful this morning, Kay," he cooed.
"Well, I don't feel beautiful," the redhead snapped. "And I'm warning you, Sy-don't forget that this is strickly business or...."
The fat man threw his hands up in front of his face, as if to ward off a series of blows from the slender woman. "Hey-wait," he said, and laughed. "I just got here!" He put her suitcase in the trunk, closed the trunk and then walked on over to the passenger's side of the car and opened the door.
"Sorry, Sy," Kay said. "I-I . . "
Sy turned his face to the sun. "Nothing could upset me on a day like today," he said. "It's just too beautiful. I think I must really be a hedonist at heart!"
"I'm warning you, Sy," the redhead said. "I'm in a foul mood and I'm not going to be good company!"
"Fight with the boyfriend?" the fat man said as he hurried over to the driver's side of the car and climbed behind the steering wheel.
"Fuck off, Sy," Kay said.
The fat man shrugged, started the engine and then backed out of the driveway. "I'll bet he was upset because you would be spending the day-and the night-with me," he said. "I hope you told him he didn't have anything to worry about!"
"He knows he doesn't have anything to worry about, Sy!"
"Isn't that what I said?" the balding man said with an evil grin on his face. "Let's not fight, Kay. It's just too beautiful for anything like that!"
"Whatever you say...."
"Mint green is really your color," Sy said. "It does such nice things for your-your figure!" He reached over and parted the jacket the redhead had on, glared lustfully down at her proud breasts. "Yes sir, mint green is...."
Kay slapped his hand away. "You start anything, Sy, and-I swear, I'll get out of this car and you can find yourself another secretary!"
"I was just trying to get a better look, Kay!"
"Just trying to cop a cheap feel," the redhead retorted.
"It's just that you look unusually beautiful this morning, that's all," the fat man said, and flicked the tip of his tongue all around the rim of his thick, puffy lips. "I mean, it's just natural that a normal, healthy man would respond to all that-that beauty!"
"You touch me again and I'll break your arm, Sy!"
"Alright, alright...."
Brad awoke with a strange sensation in his groin. He opened his eyes to see a maze of long blonde hair bobbing up and down over his cock. The girl-whoever he was-really knew her stuff, the sandy-haired giant mused. Her lips and tongue were cool and moist, and they moved in a way that soon had him hard hard and alive, pulsing with a frantic and urgent sort of need.
He reached out and touched the girl's head. She allowed his prick to slip from between her lips and then looked down into his eyes, a hungry, lustful grin on her face.
"Good morning, lover," she cooed.
"Ula?" Brad said as he tried to focus on her face. "Well, of course, silly...."
"But how did I...."
"You have a beautiful cock, lover," the pale blonde cooed. "I've enjoyed nibbling on it!"
"I hope you're not planning on stopping," the big man groaned. "I can't think of a nicer way to meet a new day than to have someone go down on me!"
The girl pushed her bottom lip out in a cartoon of a pout. "Is that all I mean to you, Brad-darling?" she cooed. "A someone? A chunk of meat? Nothing more than a bit of pleasant friction to help you get off?"
"My head is killing me, kid," the big man moaned. "I'm not up to any great philosophical discussion at the moment. I may be wrong but I was under the impression that this blow job was strictly your idea!"
"Oh, it was-yes," the blonde cooed. "I mean, I've been sitting here for hours and hours looking down at that fantastic roll of love meat and-well, I got to wondering how it might taste and then next thing I knew...."
"Yeah, yeah," Brad moaned. "You're not really a fellatrix but my pecker looked so special you just had to try it out, isn't that right?"
"A fello-what?" the blonde said. "What was that word you used, Brad-baby?"
"Fellatrix-it means cock-sucker!"
"Oh-is that right," the blonde said with a huge grin. "I like that. It makes it sound sort of-I don't know, high class and everything!"
"Do you plan to continue?" Brad demanded.
"Oh, of course, lover," Ula cooed. "I love fellatrixing, especially with you. It's just that I was hoping you might do a bit of sweet-talking first!"
"Sweet-talking!" the big man roared.
"Isn't that what lovers do? Sweet talk?"
"Look, kid, I-I...."
"You said that you loved me, Brad," the blonde cooed. "Don't you remember?"
The sandy-haired man's lips moved frantically but no intelligent sound came from his lips. The best he was able to do was shake his head NO!
"Well, you did," the blonde said. "The first thing you said when you walked through that door was that you and that redheaded bitch-the Dutchman's wife-that you were busted up forever. You said-you said...." She managed to bring a tremor to her voice. A single tear squeezed its way from her left eye and rolled down her face.
"Look, kid, I-I was drunk," Brad said. "I-I don't even know how I got here. I went down to the river and killed a fifth of bourbon and-well, after that everything is pretty much of a haze. I-I'm sorry!"
"Don't you at least like me?" the girl pleaded. "I mean, at least a little bit!"
"Well, of course, but...."
"That's a start," the girl said, brightening. "People can learn to love one another if they...."
"What are you trying to build, Ula?"
A look of hurt confusion filled the slender blonde's face, but in truth she was looking for some means of turning the situation to her advantage. Brad Taylor was going to be a man with important connections now that he was taking over the Velvet Hand, she reasoned, and-if she played her cards right he ought to be able to do her a lot of good.
"I guess I was just kidding myself, huh?" she said.
"I'm sorry if I ran a game on you, kid," the big man said. "That's usually not my style. The only thing I can say in explanation is that I was stoned out of my mind!"
"It's okay," the girl said. "Really, I-I...." Her words trailed off into a huge, wailing sort of sigh. "I should have known that a man like you wouldn't really want anything more than an easy piece out of a chick like me!"
"Hey, c'mon...."
"I'm just being truthful, Brad-that's all!"
The big man tried to pull away from her but she latched onto his hips and held him tightly. "I-I haven't finished what I started," she cooed.
"I seem to have lost the mood, kid!"
"The least you can do is let me finish," the blonde said as she managed to squeeze another tear from her eye. "I mean, leave a girl with some sense of pride!"
"Oh, brother," Brad moaned. "Women are crazy-every one of you. I-I should know better than to try to figure one of you out. You want to suck me off-go! Have a ball. But it won't lead to anything!"
"At least that way I won't feel totally rejected!"
"Have at it, sweetheart!"
Once again the blonde lowered her mouth down against his manhood as she curled her hand around the thick, meaty shank. She kissed the face a time or two and then sent her tongue whirling wetly around and around the glans.
"Ohhh," Brad moaned. "That's nice, kid!"
The sandy-haired giant began to undulate under her, rolling his hips in a huge arc as she swung his pelvis-upward, trying to ease a bit of his love meat up into her wet, sucking mouth.
The girl fought him playfully, consenting only to nibble away at the tortured face of his now thundering cock. She began to caress his tool, stroking the shank of the way one might a kitten. Finally she took a bit more of his cock into her mouth and the big man cried out in triumph.
"Ula-baby," he groaned.
She began to nibble her way up and down the stalk, moving her lips from glans to root and back again, circling around and around. She jerked his tool from the surface of the bed, exposing the plump, swollen sac of agony that contains his testicles. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm, juicy," she cooed, and then sent the tip of her tongue wiggling against the dark flesh there. "And full, too...." She worked her way down along the seam like line of flesh that separated his nuts, roofing deeper and deeper until at last the probing tip reached the rim of his dark, puckering anus.
Brad began to tremble with expectation, raising his hips up from the bed, and then he cried out in joyous agony as she drove her tongue deeply down into that forbidden hole.
"Ula, Ula-oh, baby," the giant moaned.
He began to thrash about like a fish out of water, crying out her name again and again. Suddenly the girl pulled her tongue from his bung-it made a little popping noise of disappointment that made her laugh. She raised her head, opening her mouth, and then slipped her lips down over his fantastic tool, devouring it in one, long stroke.
"Wonderful," Brad cried. "Fantastic...."
She curled her thin lips tightly around the base of his cock as the muscles within her mouth and throat suddenly sprang to life, twisting and vibrating against his love meat. The wet, singing flesh and wild, convulsing muscles seemed to draw fighter and fighter against his cock.
Brad grabbed her head, filling each of his hands with a hank of her brittle blonde hair, and then began to bump his pelvis up against her mouth, moving erratically as his long, lean body began to vibrate. His hips exploded in a grinding sort of action as he tightened his grip on her head, fucking her mouth and throat.
The blonde began to play with his balls, kneading the raw, agonized flesh there between her nimble fingers.
"Ula, I-I'm so close," Brad cried.
Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her over onto her back. He climbed on top of her, drove his hard, screaming cock back down into her mouth and began to hump away at her, his huge balls slapping away frantically at the base of her chin as he moved closer and closer to the moment of climax. The blonde reached up, dug the tips of her fingers into the rippling meat of his bottom.
"I-I'm there," the sandy-haired giant cried. "I-I'm going to come, Ula. I'm going to some in your mouth, baby. I-oh, God, I-I...."
His words trailed off into a wailing moan as his orgasm ripped its way from the face of his cock, sending his awesome load of rich, sputtering jism splashing frantically into her mouth and throat.
The blonde held on to his bottom for dear life, sucking away wildly at his love meat. Brad's orgasm struck again and again...and still the blonde continued to move her lips and tongue, draining every last drop of love juice from his suddenly limp pecker.
Brad pulled away from her, rolled over onto his back. The blonde rolled on her side, facing him, and buried her face against his broad, hairy chest. "Well," she said after a time. "How was it, lover?"
"Fantastic," the giant said breathlessly. "Ula, my girl, you are one fine cock-sucker. It's no wonder that kid-ah, Freddie Whatshisface-is so possessive!"
"Oh, him," Ula said, and wrinkled his nose. "I got stupid one night and slapped a little pussy on him. Now he thinks he owns me or something. He's a pest, you know!"
"Do you mind if I use your shower?" Brad said. "I'm feeling a bit funky!"
"Can I join you?" the blonde cooed. "I just love all that hot water cascading down against my body when I'm with someone I really dig. It's so-so sensuous!"
"Suit yourself, kid. It's your crib!"