Chapter 8

The meeting at Zarta Products had broken up at a few minutes after two. Sy had driven Kay to the motel where they were staying. He dropped her off at the door, saying that he wanted to pay an old friend a visit.

"Me for the shower," the redhead said. "And then a nice, long nap."

"What about supper?" Sy said. "I thought we might split a steak and a nice bottle of wine at...."

"No; I-I think I'll have room service send me up a hamburger or something. I'm not very hungry!"

"But, Kay, I was really counting on the two of us

"I know what you were counting on, Sy," the redhead said. "And you're wasting your time. I tried to tell you that what happened between us before was a mistake, Sy. Now, look, I-I'm really into my new man. Nothing is going to make me spread my legs for you, so-please, do us both a favor, will you? I mean, just stop trying!"

The fat man shrugged. "If that's the way it is, that's the way it is," he said. "Okay, look-I'll pick you up about six-thirty for that next meeting. Okay?"

"Yeah-fine!"

Kay stayed in the shower in her motel room until she began to feel slightly water-logged. She stepped out into the bedroom area and pulled up short. Sy Cohen was sprawled out across the bed, naked.

"Hi, baby," he cooed.

"You greasy mother-fucker," the redhead cried. "What the hell are you doing in here? How...."

The fat man's cock was hard and erect, pulsing frantically as it sputtered about, the head slapping its way from fat thigh to fat thigh. "C'mon, baby," he cooed. "Come grab a handful of this load of love I've got for you!"

"You slimey bastard," the redhead sputtered in frustration. "Get out, get out of my room!"

"C'mon, baby. C'mere to Sy and...."

"GET OUT, GET OUT...."

The fat man flicked his tongue around the rim of his lips as his eyes bored in hotly on the redhead. She seemed to be unaware that she, too, was naked. She stood there in the doorway, trembling with anger. Her fantastic boobs quivering, the full, rupe nipples bobbing up and down, up and down.

"I need you, Kay," Sy said. "I need you in a way that I could never hope to put into words. C'mon, come over here and let me love you. Just once more, baby-one more time and I swear I'll never bother you again!"

"That's what you said the last time, you prick!"

"Baby, baby," the fat man cooed as he rolled up into a sitting position. "I mean, look at this pecker of mine. Have you ever seen it so hard? So-so ready?"

"GET OUT, SY. GET OUT OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"

"It won't take no time at all for you to get me off, baby. C'mon, lay down here next to me and...."

The fat man leaped from the bed to head off the redhead as she moved toward the phone. He caught her by the wrists and pulled her body close against his own, grinding away at her with his hips and pelvis.

"You slimy bastard, you prick, you-you...."

Sy tried to kiss the squirming redhead and she sank her teeth viciously into his bottom lip, drawing blood. "Oh, my God-my God," the fat man cried as he pulled away from her and covered his mouth with his hands. "I-I'm bleeding. You drew blood, you crazy bitch...."

"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT...."

"Bullshit," the fat man snarled, his face twisted in a horrible frown. He began to move toward the redhead again, stalking her like a jungle cat moving in for a kill.

The redhead backed away from him until the wall stopped her. The fat man continued to bore in, walking stiff-legged, looking for all the world like a huge, lumbering, and fantastically horny bear.

"Stop it, Sy...."

"Just once more, Kay," he cried. "I have to have you. I have to. It won't do any good to fight me, Kay. I-I...." His words trailed off into a hissing cry as he lunged at the redhead. "Kay-baby...."

The woman moved quickly to the side, darting away from the charging bear of a man, and he went crashing head first into the concrete-block wall. There was a horrible thud, and then the would-be caveman dropped to his knees and grabbed the top of his head with both hands, shrieking with pain.

"Serves you right, you bastard," Kay cried. "I hope you cracked that slimy skull open. I hope you...." She allowed her words to trail off as the fat man slumped forward, whimpering like a frightened puppy. "Sy, are you alright? Hey, Sy-oh, God. Oh, God--God...."

"Everything's spinning, Kay," the fat man cried. "I'm afraid I-I...."

The redhead dropped down onto her knees next to him. An ugly bruise was knotted across the fat man's forehead and he seemed unable to focus on her. "Oh, God-Sy, I'm sorry. I didn't want anything like this to happen. Not really!" She cupped her hands under his hairy armpits and tried to help him to his feet. Suddenly the fat man sprang to life. He curled one arm around her waist and then forced her down on her back against the floor. He crawled on top of her and drove his cock savagely into her cunt, humping away like crazy.

"Oh, yeah-yeah," he cried happily. "Oh, that sweet, sweet pussy-I've never know anything like it, Kay. It's so juicy, so...."

The redhead beat at his head and back and shoulders with her fists, struggling with all the strength at her command to work her way out from under the monstrous hulk that had her pinned to the floor.

"Relax, baby," Sy cooed. "Hey, it'll all be over in a few seconds if you'll just relax. C'mon, sugar...."

He tried to kiss her again and again Kay sank her teeth into his lips. The fat man jerked away from her, brought his thick, beefy hand crashing down against the side of her face. The woman screamed, a fierce anger sparkling in her bright green eyes.

"Get off me, you pig-you slimy pig!"

"Fuck me back, you cunt. Fuck me, fuck me...."

He grabbed both of Kay's wrists, pinned them down against the floor. "There was no reason for it to be like this, you crazy cunt," he said miserably. "All I wanted was a little romp. All you had to do was...."

Kay spit full in his face. "Pig," she screamed. "Lousy, stinking, slimy pig...."

"Don't, Kay-no!"

"I'm going to see that fat, ugly ass of yours rotting in prison over this, you pig," the redhead snarled. "Rape, it's rape...."

"Move your hips, you bitch. I-I'm going soft!"

"FUCKING PIG...."

Suddenly the fat man rolled from on top of her. He got to his feet and walked over to the bed and sat down. He covered his face with his hands as he began to cry. "What have I done? Oh, God, what have I done?"

"RAPE-that's what you done," the redhead sputtered as she searched the room with her eyes for something to use as a weapon.

"Hey, c'mon," Sy said. "I might have been a little on the aggressive side, Kay, but-c'mon, you can hardly call that rape. I mean, we've been lovers a dozen times or more!"

"With me as a willing partner," Kay sputtered. "This time you forced me-and that's rape!"

"That's crazy...."

"We'll see what the cops think!"

"You're not really going to call them, are you?"

"Oh, yeah-just watch me," the redhead said as she made her way over to the phone and picked up the receiver. "You just watch me, Sy Cohen jailbird!"

"No, Kay-please don't do that!"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't?"

Tears began to roll down the fat man's face. His lips moved in a grinding fashion but no intelligible sound came from his mouth.

"Oh, you're so fucking pathetic!"

"I'm sorry, Kay," he mumbled. "I-I...."

"Just get dressed and get out of here, will you?"

"You're not going to call the police?"

"I-I don't know what I'm going to do!"

"I'll do anything you say, Kay-anything at all, only in the name of mercy, don't call the police!"

"Alright, alright-I won't," Kay cried. "Just get out of my room, out of my life...."

"Sure, sure-anything you say," the fat man said. "And you won't be sorry. I'll make it up to you somehow. You'll see, Kay, I'll...."

"GET OUT-GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Torchy felt a lot better after her shower.

She stepped from the bathroom in Mary Ellen's bedroom with a towel wrapped around her middle. It wasn't much of a towel and the raven-haired girl couldn't decide if it were more important to cover her breasts or her beaver and bottom-there was no way the towel could do both jobs. She hadn't taken more than a step or two when she decided to give up the struggle. She draped the towel over her shoulders and let it go at that. "I could bear the idea of getting back into my clothing," she said to the golden blonde. "Not just yet, anyway!"

"I hope you're feeling better," Mary Ellen said, and tried hard not to stare too openly at the full, ripe perfection that was the raven-haired girl's breasts.

"Oh, yeah-lots. Lots and lots!"

"We're not exactly the same size, Torchy, but-well, I think I could find something for you to wear!"

"No, no-thanks, anyway, but no," the dark-eyed girl said with a grin. "That is, unless it's some sort of hassle for you for me to be like this. I feel so clean at the moment, so clean and free...."

"It's no hassle," the blonde said. "My parents aren't due home for hours and only God might know where Gregie is. We're quite alone at the moment!"

"Great!"

Torchy raised her arms high above her head and sprang up onto her toes, stretching mightily. Her dark, vibrant flesh seemed to ripple invitingly, and the golden one had to keep reminding herself to breathe. She was beginning to feel turned on and that frightened her.

"Why don't you join me, Mary Ellen?"

The bosomy blonde's eyes grew big and round as a shudder of expectation raced through her body. "Why, Torchy," she said in a trembling voice, "whatever do you mean?"

"Get out of your clothes; get naked!"

A look of surprise filled the blonde's eyes as she felt a strange thing happen down inside her cunt-a lurching sensation as the soft, spongy walls there began to sputter and snap. "Are you trying to seduce me, Torchy?"

"Would you like me to try, lover?"

"I-I don't know, Torchy!"

"You could always slip out of your duds just in case something should develop," the dark-eyed girl said. She dropped down onto one of the twin beds, stretched out on her belly with chin resting on her fists. She began to swirl her hips in undulation, raking her quiet against the surface of the bed.

"Oh, Torchy, I-I feel so strange!"

"Strange like in excited?"

"Yeah; I-I guess!"

Torchy rolled up into a kneeling position. "Would you like me to help you out of your clothes, Mary Ellen?" she cooed as she stared into the blonde's eyes.

"No; I-I think I can managed," the blonde said, and tried to laugh. "Oh, this is crazy. I mean, why should I be so nervous about being nude in front of you?"

"Search me?" Torchy said as she cupped her hands under her magnificent breasts, lifting them ever so slightly. "C'mon, you want this as much as I do!"

Mary Ellen slipped out of her sweater, tossed it onto the dressing table. She zipped open her skirt, stepped out of it and then dropped it down on top of her sweater.

"Hmmmmmmmm," Torchy cooed in a husky tone that seemed to turn the blonde's creamy skin to goose-flesh. "You look good enough to eat, Mary Ellen. Delicious...."

"Torchy, I-I...."

"Listen up, kid," the raven-haired girl cooed. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. C'mon, let me see what you have hidden under that bra!"

"Yeah-right!"

"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to give you a hand with that harness?" Torchy said. "I'd be more than happy to...."

"No, I can handle it," the blonde said, and then reached around to her back and began to fumble for the metal catch on her bra. Her fingers were trembling so fiercely that she was unable to work the metal hooks free of the eyes that held them. "Oh, this damned thing. I-I...."

The raven-haired girl leaped from the bed. "Here, I'll get it for you," she said, and then made sort work of releasing the hooks that held the bra. "There...." She slipped her hands down under the cups in the front and then curled her fingers lovingly over the blonde's breasts. The nipples there were hard and erect, pulsing away fiercely.

The golden blonde closed her eyes as she felt herself begin to melt against Torchy. Slowly she turned to face the dark-eyed girl. "I-I've never made it with another girl," she said. "I never made it with anyone other than Gregie!"

"There's a first time for everyone," Torchy cooed as she pulled the blonde tightly against her. "All you have to do is relax, let it happen!"

The blonde opened her eyes, gazed up lovingly into the face of the raven-haired girl. She was a good four inches shorter than Torchy and so she had to spring up onto her tip-toes to kiss her. "Torchy-oh, lover," she moaned as their lips met. "Oh, Torchy. . . . ! "

"It's alright, Mary Ellen. Really!"

"I know, I know...."

The bosomy blonde captured the dark-eyed girl's tongue and drew it deeply into her mouth. She began to suck away wildly at it as her hips began to sputter and jerk, rippling away convulsively at the quim of the taller girl.

"I never felt like this before, Torchy," she cooed as the muscles in her pert little bottom began to explode with need, increasing the pressure of her wildly quivering quim as it raked frantically against Torchy's pelvis. "So frantic...."

Torchy reached up under Mary Ellen's bra and began to toy with the frantic nipple she found there, rolling it between her thumb and index finger until it began to sputter and jerk, acting for all the world like a piece of spring steel that was about to fly apart. "Oh, God, Torchy-that feels so good!"

"Help yourself to a handful of mine!"

"I-I think we'd better get to the bed. My legs feel so weak, Torchy. I'm afraid they're going to give out on me!"

The raven-haired girl swept the blonde up into her arms, carried her over to the bed and set her down. "Relax, lover," she cooed as she slipped the blonde's bra straps from around her shoulders and then tossed the bra to the floor.

"Kiss them, Torchy," Mary Ellen cried. "Kiss my boobies for me. They're so alive, so-so eager to have your lips and tongue pressing against them!"

The golden one's breasts were perfectly shaped twin cones, with nipples surprisingly large in a girl so young. They were as big around at the base as Torchy's pinky finger and at least an inch and a half from quivering root to thundering peak. They were a hotly vibrant peak, slightly off-centered in the huge, all but colorless aureola that surrounded them.

"Kiss them for me, Torchy. Please, please...."

"Yes," the raven-haired girl cooed, and then quickly lowered her lips down against the rolling swell of the blue-eyed girl's bosom. She kissed each of the nipples, first the right and then the left.

Mary Ellen dug the tips of her fingers into Torchy's head, as if she were afraid that the dark-eyed girl would disappear if she didn't-that perhaps the whole thing was only a wildly erotic dream from which she would soon awaken.

"Hey, easy, lover," Torchy cooed. "That was just a little sample of what lays ahead. I think we'd better get you out of your panties before we do anything else!"

"Okay, but-please, let's hurry!"

Torchy worked the tips of her fingers down under the band of elastic at the top of Mary Ellen's brief, one hand at each trim, well-rounded hip. The blonde began to writhe as the raven-haired girl began to tug at the band, and soon the wisp of nylon was down around the golden one's thighs, exposing the triangle patch of thick, light-brown hair that stood proudly above the shimmer lips of her pink vulva.

"Oh, Mary Ellen," Torchy cooed.

"Hurry, Torchy. I'm so excited...."

The dark-eyed girl jerked those briefs down along the golden one's plump but shapely thighs, down to her legs and feet, and then she tossed the wisp of nylon up into the air and both girls began to giggle as it floated slowly down to the floor. "Now we're ready," Torchy cried.

"Yes, yes...."

A frantic shudder of anticipation traced a series of raw, rippling patterns across the blonde's body as she began to moan and whimper as once again the raven-haired girl reached out and covered her breasts with her hands.

The nipples there trembled with excitement, responding to each new ploy of the dark-eyed girl's tender touch. They grew dark and angry, screaming with need.

Torchy kissed each of Mary Ellen's eyes and the tip of her nose before once again sending her hot, swirling tongue down into the blonde's hungry mouth. The golden one's tongue was there to meet the invader, slithering frantically against it. "Oh, Torchy-Torchy...."

The bosomy blonde began to roll her hips lazily from side to side as the raven-haired girl nibbled her way down across her throat to the deep valley that lay between the twin peaks of her magnificent breasts.

"Suck them, Torchy. Suck my boobies!"

Spunk began to ooze from the lips of the blonde's shimmering vulva, collecting in thick, gooey layers on her plump inner thighs. The aroma of her musk was like a heady purfume, intoxicating both girls.

Mary Ellen began to moan, wordlessly pleading with the dark-eyed girl to help her. Torchy finally moved her lips away from the blonde's throat, nibbling her way down to the peak of one of the golden one's ripe, pulsing nipples. She hesitated for a moment and then took that quivering pap between her lips and began to toy with it.

"The pain, Torchy," the bosomy blonde cried. "Oh, lover, lover-the pain!"

She began to writhe, squealing with the fiery need that ate at her flesh, and the squeal became a feverish wail as the dark-eyed girl finally drew that screaming pap of pink agony up into her mouth and began to suck away fiercely at it.

The raven-haired girl slipped one of her hands down under Mary Ellen's bottom and began to trace the tip of her finger in a series of tight little circles around the rim of the golden one's tight, pulsing brown hole. That forbidden gateway bucked and sputtered, quivering wildly in anticipation. Suddenly the dark-eyed girl drove her fingertip up inside that hole and the blonde's body seemed to explode as she found herself airborne.

"Oh-oh-oh," Mary Ellen cried. "Wonderful, lover!"

It took some doing but somehow the blonde managed to settle down again, lost in the magical joy the raven-haired girl's probing finger produced in her body as it wiggled in and out, in and out of her bung.

"You like that, huh?" Torchy cooed.

"Oh, yes, lover. It's delicious!"

The fire of Mary Ellen's passion seemed to leap out from the goo-drenched lips of her vulva. Her tiny she-cock, too, began to feel like a time bomb that was about to explode, ticking closer and ever closer to detonation.

"Oh, lover-lover, lover!"

The raven-haired girl spit the blonde's pap from her mouth and then swirled her tongue on over to the thundering peak of Mary Ellen's other breast. She drew the nipple there into her mouth, locked her lips securely around the base and then sent the tip of her tongue dancing merrily against the crown.

"I-I'm so hot, Torchy," the bosomy blonde cooed. "So very, very ready...."

"Not yet, lover," Torchy cried. "Not quite yet!"

Torchy eased her body down into the triangular patch of open bed that lay between the blonde's out-stretched legs and then worked herself up onto her knees, her steel-hard nipples digging like savage spear-points into the flesh of Mary Ellen's belly as she continued to suck away frantically at the golden one's screaming pap.

Mary Ellen cried out in joyous rapture as she felt the hot tongue of the dark-eyed girl begin to lash its way down from across the tight, quivering flesh of her trim belly and down into the dewy patch of light-brown fuzz. "Torchy, I-oh, God, I-I'm so ready!"

A look of ecstatic hunger filled the raven-haired girl's face as she raised her head and looked down into the sparkling fire in the blonde's eyes. "Yeah-you're ready," she cooed, and then quickly lowered her mouth down against the singing mass of quivering need that was the golden one's vulva.

"EAT ME, EAT ME...."

The dark-eyed girl cried out in triumph as she slipped a hard finger down into the blonde's screaming sheath and began to wiggle it about inside that wildly churning cauldron as her tongue flicked wildly at the pussy flesh there.

"Yes-yes-yes," the blonde cried as she began to thrash about, struggling frantically to get her snatch up against the raven-haired girl's mouth. "Oh, Torchy-lover, your tongue, your finger-so good," she cried. "So wonderful!" She dug her fingers into the back of her partner's head and then tried to force more of that girl's sucking lips and probing tongue down inside the agony that was her snatch.

"TORCHY, TORCHY, TORCHY...."

Her frantic words became a moaning wail as the dark-eyed girl sent her tongue surging about inside the hot, gooey walls of her throbbing pussy, rooting about under the heavy folds of flesh at the top of the entrance to her slit in search of the sputtering cone of convulsive need that was the golden one's girl prick.

"Torchy, I-I...."

The bosomy blonde cried out in rapturous joy as her hips began to vibrate. They twisted and rolled, jerking away wildly as Mary Ellen moved them about in a huge, lopsided circle. A seemingly endless series of raw and sprawling spasms nibbled at her flesh as the fires of her passion grew hotter and hotter, demanding more. She tightened her grip on Torchy's head, grinding away frantically against the dark-eyed girl's wet, sucking lips, and hot, probing tongue.

"Torchy, lover-the clit," Mary Ellen screamed. "Get it, get it get that crazy little girl-prick of mine. Please-oh, please-please, please!"

The raven-haired girl increased the tempo of her search, her tongue slithering about frantically against the singing tissue and grinding muscle of the blonde's quim. Finally she located that screaming little button and then quickly bored in on it, drawing it up into her mouth with the suction of her lips. She held the base prisoner with her lips as the tip of her tongue swirled and lashed its way merrily against the hot, hard, thundering peak.

"YES, LOVER-YES, YES, YES!"

The blonde's quivering bottom and undulating hips grew more and more wild, more insistent and demanding, and she began to thrash about like a snake that has been dropped down onto a bed of flaming coals. She twisted and jerked, flapping about frantically as her orgasm began to form.

"I-I'm going to come, Torchy," she screamed. "I-I'm going to come, lover. Your tongue-oh, God, it's so beautiful. I-oh, I-I...."

A thin, wailing scream rose up from the blonde's throat as her orgasm sent her into a frenzy of motion. She began to scoot about on her rump, bouncing all over, her arms and legs thrashing about like windmills. It was all the raven-haired girl could do to keep from losing the tasty little morsel she had trapped between her lips.

"LOVER, LOVER, LOVER," the blonde cried as the dark-eyed girl slipped her hands up under the golden one's bottom and held her tightly as she continued to suck away wildly at the tiny cone of pink magic that was the golden one's clit. "OH, I-I...LOVER!"

The climax struck a half-dozen separate times, spattering little mounds of thick, syrupy goo all over the face of the girl who knelt between the blonde's legs. Finally she grew quiet, struggling now only to force air down into her protesting lungs.

Torchy raised her head, looked down into the blonde's glowing eyes with a look of fierce pride on her face. "I take it you enjoyed it, huh?" she said with a grin.

"Oh, God yes," Mary Ellen cooed. "It was-fantastic, Torchy. Really, I-I never felt anything quite intense in all my life before. And I kept coming-again and again and again. Oh, it was so wonderful!"

"I'm glad," Torchy said.

"Is it my turn now?"

"Huh-what?"

"Would you like me to eat you now, Torchy?"

Torchy raised up on her knees, lowered her body down onto the frightened blonde. "Only if you really want to," she said in a wet, cooing whisper, and then kissed Mary Ellen savagely as she began to grind her pelvis frantically against the golden one's snatch, pumping away with her hips and bottom and thighs. "Mary Ellen, lover...."

"Oh, Torchy, I-I...."

"Relax, baby. Relax...."