Chapter 2
Big Beef had a lavish home just outside of town, near the ocean, with miles of privacy. It was a split level, with one level above ground, one on it, and one below it on the sandy beach. What a house!
"It ain't juss a house, baby, it's a home ... ya know, a home is where the hard is!" He said, grinning. And later, I got the point!
He ushered me in, with one arm around my waist, and his hand resting on my curvy rear. He was enjoying it, rubbing and fondling the crack between my cheeks. I didn't mind, I loved it! "Guess what? I got me a bar full uf any drink ya kin think uf!" He slurred. He didn't speak, he slurred.
I looked over at Pete, and so help me Hanna, he had his arm around Lorna Doon ... no ... I mean Glenda Korn ... I guess I've had too many screwdrivers. "Beef Baby, fix me something cool and smooth." I said.
He grinned. "Sonny, fix her a Comfort Driver! It's cool and smooth." He said.
"Baby, I got a Comfort Driver of my own! Supposing I fix her my own special mix?" Sonny asked.
I smiled. "I knew you was Sonny Davis! I knew you was!" I said.
"Yeah, didn' you know?" He grinned, reaching over to thrust his black, smooth hand up and under my mini-skirt.
"Oooooooo!" I cooed, feeling his hand on my throbbing cunt. I sank down onto a plush divan and noticed for the first time, that Big Beef didn't have a girl. "Hey, I thought I was gonna be had by Big Beef!" I said.
"Sorry 'bout that, sugar, but I oney go fur boys!" Big Beef said, smiling that mouth full of pearlies at me.
But then I didn't care, 'cause Sonny had two black, revolting fingers up in me and was slowly undoing my dress. I didn't do anything, but wriggle this way and that, and to raise up. Then all at once, I was naked ... well almost. I still had my half bra on and my garter belt and hose, but that was all. I could feel the cool air washing around my large breasts.
"No fair!" I said. "You're still dressed!"
"That can be quickly changed," he said, smiling. And like the naked Black Rapist he was down to just skin and of course, his white socks.
"Gee! But you're brown all over!" I exclaimed, not wanting to use the word black because it would make my breast twitch more.
"I'd better be, or my producer'll flip! I'm supposed to be a Negro ... all over!"
"Good! I've always wanted to see if a mix would change my luck ... like they say." I said, not knowing that it probably hurt his feelings. Twitch. Twitch.
"Oh, it will ... you can count on it!"
"Really? How? I answered feeling the fingers manipulate me.
"Well, if you're married, it will change it to the bad, especially if .your hubby finds out! And if you ain't ... well ... you might get the urge to run black."
"Run black? What's that? I guess I'm pretty stupid!" I was trying desperately not to let my boob twitch, a helpless battle.
"No, you ain't stupid, just not hip. It means, that you might like a Negro better than a white." He explained, and slid down between my thighs. "Man, baby! This inverted thing looks great! I might run white! Geeze, what a tasty lookin' snatch! An smell ... God! like a field of poppies!" His wide nostrils flared and I thought I saw his left ear twitch. My God, I thought, it's contagious.
"Gowan! That's just that New Crotch Life ... it's guaranteed to make a man's mouth water!" I said, feeling his hot breath in my ear.
I thought of Pete and looked around. He was across the room on top of Glenda, giving a ball! Her long, brownish black legs were wrapped around his back, and I could see his hairy puckered ass winking at me; his balls sway back and forth like a pendulum! It reminded me of a movie I once saw ... The Pit And The Pendulum ... she had the pit; he the pendulum!
Man! Can those screwdrivers do things to a gal! I thought, feeling both boobs start to twitch, then I felt Sonny's long, pink tongue lash my stiff clitoris! "Oh, baby, suck on it!" I urged, and knew that a master was lapping at my gates of paradise! What a tongue! And what lips! And oh, that darling kinky mustache! All of them together were driving me crazy! "Baby! Baby! Baby!" I cried, lifting my legs up to lock them behind his bushy head.
I heard Pete gasp and knew his time was up, but Sonny felt so good, that I couldn't think of much else! I moaned, groaned, and twisted, and opened my eyes. I was staring into Big Beef's face. He was naked, and to my surprise, his bigness was all fat! He looked like Santa Glaus without any form!
A young, blonde, blue-eyed boy was so close to his crotch, that I thought Big Beef didn't have any organ ... then this kid pulled back! "God!" I whispered, and saw that the boy; well, not really a boy, but a young man, had a good foot or more of Big Beef down his throat! "What a whang!" I blurted.
Big Beef looked at me and grinned. The kid was too absorbed to do any more than lap, and Sonny couldn't hear, with my full thighs mashed up against his ears and his mouth full of my juicy pussy! Normally, I would have come before now, but those damn screwdrivers, plus Sonny's special mix, held me in check ... it seemed ... but it was heavenly! God, Sonny was good!
All at once I felt the signal and cried out! "Oh, Jesus! Oh, love! Oh, baby! Oh, God, don't stop!" And my vagina spurted like a fountain! Come, urine and all! But that damned Nigger wouldn't stop, come hell or high water! He drained me!
I guess I must have dropped off, because when I woke up, Pete was screwing Big Beef, and Glenda had a mouthful of Sonny! Believe it or not, the blonde-haired boy was sitting by me and smiling. I looked at Sonny and my breast didn't twitch. It just tingled.
"Sorry, guess I've had too much to drink!" I said, looking back at the boy.
"Don't be sorry. I've enjoyed your nice titties." He said.
"But ... I thought you were a fag?" I said, my common sense bolstered by the short nap. "Not me, Benny Benjiman."
"Who."
"Big Beef!"
"Oh! You mean, you like girls, too?"
"Sure! Spread your legs and I'll show you." He said. I leaned back and slowly spread my fleshy, long thighs.
God almighty! This kid wasn't joking! What a cock he had! like a two-inch-thick, red hot poker! "Man, baby, that thing is big!" I gasped as it rammed its way inside me. Bang, it hit my bud! Automatically, I wrapped my legs around his back and squeezed his flesh against my own.
"Oh, sweet love! I love that raspy nylon feeling!" He gasped.
His buttocks worked up and down like a trip hammer, and when I came this time, I flowed! I passed out. When I came to, I was all alone on the divan and cold as hell! The sky was streaking gray, so I knew it was soon going to be morning. I sat up; my mouth tasted like two loaded garbage cans! Almost naked, I got up and looked around. I was alone on this level, and thank God the kitchen was on this level, too! In only my garter belt and hose, I put the coffee on to perk. I had to get sober, and fast; I had a money-making appointment at nine!
I rapped the brass knocker of room 143 and waited. I didn't feel too well. More or less, like I'd been thrown together! It was mid-morning, but to me, it was too light.
"Ugh! Come in!" A voice snapped me out of my personal fog and a hand reached out and dragged me inside. "Lo, Doc! Sorry, I not ready to see you, but I have a caller last night. She just left." Ben said.
"Don't feel bad ... I have been up all night, too!" I said.
"You? You learn anything new?" He asked.
"Yeah, plenty!" I sighed, and sat down on his mussed bed. His pecker had slipped out of his pajamas, and unbeknowing to him, was staring at me! "What a dick!" I said, and knew at once that I should have kept my mouth shut!
"You like? Good! Babs like it, too! She employed by motel ... nice girl!"
"Yeah ... no doubt!" I agreed. Then I realized that this paid whore had it over me; I had to look for my money, but hers came with the rent! What a set up! I was born two years too damn soon! There
I go again, giving my age away! "Well, she knows a good cock when she sees one, that's for damned sure!" I said, still looking at his drooping, brown dick.
It didn't droop long though! It shot up fast! Then I realized that I was totally exposed. I had forgotten, in my half-drunk hangover, that I was not with Pete, and I pulled my right leg up to rest my foot on the bed edge. Ben was staring into my black-haired, inverted love nest. No wonder he was grinning! "That look better than Babs! Babs too young! She lay like teepee rug! No fire! No thunder god in her skinny bee-hind!" The Chief said.
Regardless of how I felt, I laughed!
"That better, you look good all over when you laugh!"
"Who wouldn't laugh? You're funny as hell, Chief!" I said, and dropped my leg. I wasn't quite in a sexy mood, even if his now half-hard pecker was hanging out.
"Good! We get along fine. You decide to go to reservation?" He asked, going into the bathroom.
Naturally, I watched him. He didn't close the door, and even though his back was to me, I could have sworn that I saw his rod hanging down between his legs as he used the commode. My mind began to calculate: if he was this hung, what would some of the others of his tribe look like? "Yes, I guess so. When do you want to leave?" I asked, still staring at him, but quickly looking away when he turned around.
"Today be fine!" He answered.
"Today?" Chief, my head is as big as a balloon!"
"That OK, we fly."
"Fly? You mean, there's a field up there?" I asked, in astonishment.
"Reservations have own field. Chief got own plane. Me fly." He stripped off his pajama top and red shirt. As I watched, he dropped his bottoms and grinned at me. His wide white teeth gleamed at me like an ivory fort.
I stared in awe at his organ. It hung down almost to his knees, and he was a damn tall man! "Goodgod-almightydamn!" I blurted, hardly believing my own bulging eyes!
"Good, huh? You like? You ever see one this big? Indians all hung 'specially Mukayuks!" He said, still smiling, but now pulling on a pair of dark blue denims.
"Not on a human! Do you mean to tell me that a woman ... even a whore can take all of that?" I squeaked, unable to believe my eyes or his statement.
"Not all of it! Horse take all and swish tail!" He said, chucking.
"Well, I'll tell ya right now, Chief, I love to make mad love, but I don't want to be driven mad loving!"
"You ever try horse?" His eyes sought out my V. I shifted my weight, his eyes were like arrows piercing into me.
"Yeah, but I almost died! Horses are for horses! I'll stick to people."
"Good! Me people!" He said, still grinning. He slid into a pair of moccasins and fastened his wrought silver Thunderbird belt, then said, "Me ready. Suitcase all packed."
"But how about your pajamas?" I asked. "No use, 'cept in city; buy new pair when come to town."
"OK, but I gotta go pack." I said, still not up to the idea of leaving right then.
"Good, me ride with you. Then we go to plane." He said, and guided me out by an elbow.
"This you car?" He asked, staring at the tiny MG.
"Yep, I guess you'll have to take a cab." I said, grinning.
But he didn't bat an eye; he fastened his suitcase into the luggage rack by the rack straps, then opened the passenger's side. "Get in! You give address, me drive!" He said, and believe it or not practically put me in the car.
I couldn't believe it. I was so stunned, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. He jerked the seat release, and we shot back almost into the trunk! While I watched, he started up, backed out of the slot, turned around, and drove to the street. "Need address!" He said, in that no nonsense manner he had.
I stuttered out Pete's and my apartment address and hung onto the dash handle, now I knew what it was there for! I had to shut my eyes several times as we roared through tight traffic openings and whizzed around corners. He just beat every red light by a pubic hair! I expected every minute to hear a police siren, but no such luck!
He finally screeched to a halt in front of the address. "Wet pants?" He asked, grinning that mouthful of choppers at me.
"No, but only because I haven't got any on! You missed your calling! You should have gotten a job as an L.A. cabbie!" I said, heaving a big sigh and allowing my nerves and tense muscles to come back into shape.
He unfastened his suitcase and lifted it from the rack. I looked at him and frowned. "We no take car from here. Take cab." He said, in answer to my look.
Pete was still gone, so I hastily packed two cases while Ben watched. He smiled broadly when I stuffed a few pairs of lacy panties in. "Them nice ... me like to take off!"
"All you men are alike, that's why I wear them." I said, and to be a tease, I said. "See, I don't have any on now!" I lifted my hem up to my waist.
I have to hand it to the Chief, for a big man he was fast! Fast? A blur! One minute he was looking, the next I felt his tongue and heard him grunt "Ummphfa!" Then it was all touch and go! His tongue lapping my clitoris, and me about ready to come! He shoved his tongue into me, and God, it must have been as long as his dick! I could feel it clear up inside. My legs began to tremble. I screamed, raking his scalp with my fingers.
"Ben! Oh, god ... Chieeeeeef!" I cried, and gave up.
That snake-like tongue of his seemed to reach inside and pull the corks out of my ovaries! I came in a river! My knees were so weak, that I could hardly hold myself up. With one final lick, the Chief quit. I sat backwards into a chair, clutching my dress.
"Speedy Gonzales Ben." I pouted, looking at his red face which shown with perspiration.
He smiled. "You good! like honey! I like you legs, nice thighs; look good in hose. Round-out pussy lips, good to kiss! We have much fun in village!"
"Thanks! You aren't any slouch yourself! When you were born, they hung you on both ends!" I said.
If I had not been so tired from the night before house party, I would have enjoyed it more! I finally gained my senses and finished packing. I had learned two things; the old Chief wasn't so old, nor was he slow!
I left Pete a note to tell him why my car was there, and where I was going. At least, where I thought I was going. While I wrote it, Ben called a taxi and we were soon whizzing around in traffic again.
The cab took us to a small, private air strip just out of town. I hadn't known that Ben was the pilot, until he started to warm the twin-engined Beech-craft up. "Uh, Ben, don't you have a co-pilot or something?" I asked.
"You be co-pilot!" He said, and went on checking the gauges.
"But I don't know anything about a plane!"
"Me neither!" He grunted. But before I could protest, we were rolling down the well-worn field. "Plane easy to fly. My son show me one day. You watch all arrows on gauges. If one go over red mark, you do wrong thing. To steer, you push, pull, and bend. Pedals make motors run fast or slow. See ... it easy!" He explained, and with a roar we were wigwagging up and into the sky.
How he knew where we were going, I could only guess. After a while, he fiddled with a knob'or two, and then smiling at me, reached over to feel my leg. "Plane hokay, he steer himself. Now you tell me all about how you doctor people on sex. Me feel while you talk, me good listener!" He raised his hand to push my dress up higher, and it was already up past my hose tops. My garter strap and a good four inches of white thigh glinted in the sunlight.
"Well, if you have a type of sex that you want to be cured of, myself and Doctor Sex ... uh, I mean Stanton, try to cure you."
"Ahha! I see, it clear like mud! Who be foolish enough to want to not do what they want to do? White man do funny things, but he civilized. He not ignorant savage. Me ignorant savage ... me like all kinds of sex. How 'bout you cure me?"
I could see that I had run into a snag. One of those once in a lifetime cases, that you'd never planned on running into. "I'll try," I said lamely, feeling his hand rubbing harder and harder on my thigh.
"I'll give it the old Indian try."