Chapter 8
I ate a light supper and lazed around. TV didn't offer anything but doctor movies and some side-splitter that I couldn't even get one ha out of, let alone two, while the rest of their mouths hung open, I retired to my bedroom. Since Ken had left, and Ben was in the living room watching TV, I felt my room had a degree of privacy.
Ken had given me a carbon copy of his movie script to study, so I had something to do. I adjusted my pillows to prop me up, pulled off my dress and uplift, then stretched out to read Ken's idea of a sex movie. I left my hose and garter belt on; to me they were like a second skin. I very seldom Wore any panties, but Pete and our sexually inclined patients demanded the belt and hose bit. To a voyeur, and most people had a trace of it in them, those articles of clothing were a must!
Ken's story started and ended in the cavern that Ben said the ancients had used. The script started off with me being carried in by four braves; one oh each limb. Ben stood before the idol of Miko Miko and shook a scepter, designed like a long penis. He screamed all forms of filth at me and swore vengeance on the Yakk tribe. I was supposed to tremble and beg him to stop! I read on, and on, and evidently fell asleep.
When I awoke, it was to feel a hot, stiff tongue traversing my tingling skin! I popped open my eyes. Ben, more naked than I, was on the bed beside of me, his head bent to his lustful task! His long, hard rod lay up along his belly; its mushroomed head wet with love honey!
I gazed at it longingly. My mouth watered to taste it! I wondered if Laughing Waters had not spiked our dinner juice with dink and peka berry juice. The more I stared at that long, hard hunk of brown meat, the more I craved it! I had not yet had Ben orally, though he had had me. The way he was going now, he was going to have me again, but this time I resolved, I would get in the act too! When he had worked his body around closer to my head, I reached out and grabbed his buttocks in one hand while my other grasped that joyous tool of love!
He made no notice, except to lift his right leg over my head. Unlike most Indians I had read about, Ben had a profusion of black body hair. His balls were as big as turkey eggs and covered with a forest of curly black hair. I guided that long, hard organ in between my lips in a second, and without ceremonies, he shoved it down until his big bag of balls rested on my nose! I gagged once, and then it was down! Good God! I could feel the big, throbbing head down inside, between my breasts!
Ben's long, snake-like tongue was probing up inside of my vagina. I could feel it lick the tense, tingly walls! What a tongue! I wasn't sucking him, he was screwing my stomach! God, what a cock! His curly, wiry hair tickled my nose, but I couldn't cry out. Hell, I was doing well to breathe! But his tongue was something else! He was driving me screaming mad, and from both ends!
I had had an enormous amount of men and women while just a nurse for Pete, but I had never had a man like Ben! When he unloaded life hot load of liquid love, I felt a burning in my stomach, and that was all. I gave him mine and he took it, all of it!
He sat down beside me on the bed, and we both smoked a cigarette. It was then that I saw the full length mirror standing open. "You forgot to shut your door, Ben," I said.
"No matter. You know before of see-through mirror."
"Have you enjoyed watching me."
"You good!"
"Have you watched others up here?"
"Many! Me take pictures, too!"
"Ben, how did you know about Pete and me, and our sexual capers?"
"My son know man who take photos of you in Mexico. He buy photos. Me see you. You make me hard. Me go see."
"But how did you know I was in Carmel?"
"My son look and ask. Me look and ask. Me Indian. Me find!"
"Well, I'm glad you found me. I've never seen nor had such a long, heavenly pole! I knew a Negro once that said he was hound dog hung, he had a peter just like a dog, he nearly drove me insane!"
"Me know. He man who tell me where you live."
"I don't know how he knew, but I guess the boys must have kept track of me after I left," I said, snuffing out my cigarette butt.
Ben's hand had already begun to feel my thighs and rub through my silky black valley hair.
"Ben, how did you get into this sexy photo business?" I asked.
"Long story. Tribe no longer make much to sell in city. Me get women like you, call Ken, tell him we ready for another movie."
"Did any of the other girls balk?"
"One! She old maid. She nice body, but no sex."
"Did you screw her?"
"No, me take out organ, she scream, run out of house, jump in car! Me no see again. She crazv!"
"Speaking of crazy ... that's what you an doing now! You're driving me crazy stirring up my juices!"
"You nice woman. You best for cave movie. You no mad at me for bringing up to reservation, eh?"
"Heavens no! Lower, Ben! Aaaahhhh ... right there!" I said, directing his playing finger. "Why should I be mad? Having sex is my job. Of course, I'm not trying to cure anybody, but what you are doing is a form of neurosis on your part. All sex is fun, no matter how you do it," I said, now starting to lift up to meet his thrusting finger.
"Come on, Ben honey ... screw me!" I cried. He had my still tingly slit so hot and juicy, I was about to come again.
He grunted, crawled in between my legs, and eased half of himself into me! Hell, I couldn't take any more than that! Automatically, my legs went up to wrap around his muscular body. His flesh was hot, even to my heated skin. I had had no dull moments since I had arrived, and from my way of thinking, there wouldn't be any. Ben had been right about his Indians, they sure as hell did know how to have fun with sex!
"Oh, Ben!" I cried. I could feel that hard rod of his jamming into my pulsing rosebud! I came twice before he even got up a good head of steam! This was one Indian that carried his totem pole with him! "Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben!" I panted, as his loins worked like steel springs, driving that iron hard rod, like a piston gone wild! That old bed creaked, bounced, and groaned, before he gave up his fiery load of seed! I vaguely remember him sliding from the bed and snapping off my bed lamp. I was so satisfied I fell into a restful sleep.
When I awoke, the sun was already up, Ben's secret door was closed, I yawned and stretched. I hated to get up, but that day I was supposed to study the script some more. I was so damned hungry I could have eaten a bear, fur and all! Everyone had eaten and gone, except me. My place was still set, and the table dishes were covered with a couple of dish towels. I ate until I was full, and drank two big glasses of orange juice.
Laughing Waters brought me in a steaming mug of coffee, just as I finished. She knew my habit of drinking it with a cigarette out on the porch. I had the script with me, plus a pad and pencil to take down a few notes that I wanted to send to Pete. If this movie worked out OK, maybe Pete and I could back Ken in a few more sexercise thrillers. From the looks of Ken's writing, he had previously read some of Vladimir Nabokov's books along with a book on zoophilia, better known as, bestiality. All the scenes called for fellatio and cunnilingus in large amounts. The more of the script I read, I was sure he had read up on Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana. Ken had scenes describing the purushayat, nezael kouss, plus many positions of Venus aversa.
Soixante-neuf, or the old favorite of mine that I just call sixty-nine, ran from men and women to women and women, plus I as Princess was supposed to take a trained pony. I could see where Four Lips was going to have to be my stand-in. My mouth was not that big, even if I wanted it! Sure I felt a pang of lust when I read it, or saw it, but doing it was something else, although the boys in Mexico claim that on my own I took on a Shetland pony, orally. I'll admit my mouth was sore, and I had the taste of love in it, but if I did it, I didn't know it. .vill also admit that when it comes to sex, I have tried everything that I figured I could do, except having a pony orally, or if you care to call it pomper "Le dard anime." That was one I would have to go at slowly, that is when I wasn't under sedation, or some hypnotic trance.
While I was reading, Minnie Ha Ha, Four Lips, Short Brave and Silver Sam came riding up. "Hi, Kitty, what do you think of the movie plot?" Minnie Ha Ha asked, while swinging down from her saddle.
From my position on the porch, I saw plenty of tanned legs and a little slash of pink panty. I wondered about that. She had told me that she never wore any underwear. "Not bad. It sure is sexy, isn't it?" I replied.
She sat up on the railing opposite me. I, as well as the rest, could now definitely see those pink pants. "Uhhuh! That's why we like it!" Minnie Ha Ha said.
"By the way, what ever prompted you to wear pants today?" I asked, smiling.
"Sam took some photos of me. He sells cheesecake shots to the boys and men in Placerville." She said, smiling.
"Really? Sam, you never asked me to pose. Why?" I asked, looking at the tall, rugged, half-breed.
"I was afraid you'd say no. But if you're game, we can all go back to my place and shoot some more," he replied, smiling.
"I'll have to change first. These short-shorts are no good for revealing pin-up shots," I said, standing.
"OK, we'll get some coffee while you change," Short Brave said.
Maybe I'd have some fun that day after all. The air was crisp and fresh after the rain of .the day before and I felt good. After reading about all of those lurid sex scenes, I was setting up for a wild time, my whole body tingled, maybe more would come of this get-together than just photos.
In my room, I slithered out of my shorts and decided on a pair of crotchless. lacv, black panties and no bra: I shrugged out of my sweater; the one that said: Just Call Me Irresistible, and pulled on a white, loose-sleeved nylon blouse. My nipples were plainly visible through it; a sight that I knew was good at hardening male cocks. I sat on the bed and pulled on a pair of heavy white bobbv sox. As I donned them. I watched my own exposed parts in the vanity mirror. I was enough of a voyeur to get a thrill out of my own luscious thighs and inverted pussy.
The tight crack, where my 'taint' as Pete calls it is, sent oodles of tingly shocks through me. Some day, I resolved, I would look up Iris Saul again, in Grandview, and we would go out on the town as two men; that transvestism bit intrigued me! If we didn't find any good women, we could always go home and have a ball, Iris had a double set.
Sometimes I've thought about that and wondered what Pete would say, if I went to London, or Copenhagen and was fixed up with a double set? After I returned from this jaunt, I'd ask him. Just like I'd ask him when we were going to Hawaii again. We went there once on a short vacation. I liked to visit the Blue Note, a grand place for the swap-set.
I selected a shiny black micro-skirt of pseudo-satin. Its feel over my skimpy covered buttocks, sent miniscule lightning pangs through me, that pounded avidly in the seat of my desire! Goddam, I was getting hot! Somewhere deep inside, I had a taste for, of all things, Southern Comfort! Hell, I was a scotch lover, yet I could just taste the peach flavor of that grand old drink of the South. I could see me getting a drink of anything here, except Silver Sam's homemade sex potion, or Ben's version of Kickapoo Joy Juice!
"You all ready to ride?" I asked, hip-wiggling out onto the porch into their view. I could feel the dual set of hot male eyes on me, and it gave me a thrill!
"Ready as ever, now that you're here, Doc," Sam said.
"Sam, honey, just call me Kitty. The Doc bit is professional. Right now, I'm on a paid vacation," I said, grinning.
"Kitty, it is!"
"By the way, Sam, is there, by any chance a bar, tavern, or some speak-easy we could invade up in these hills? You and I, I know, are old enough to buy, and I want a drink that's not home-made," I said, thrusting my boobs out his way as emphasis.
"Sure! Durango Jim's! We can all drink there. It's too damn wild, and too far from anybody to bother with the law."
"Sounds good! I'll buy, if you'll go."
"Baby girl, you're a loving tit after my own hard!"
"Sam, you speak English, like I do!" I said, laughing and letting him pet me as he helped me up into the saddle. Which he did with one broad hand on my rump, and a stray index finger fondling my split crotch.
He grinned. "Nice drawers! Just my kind!"
"Mine, too!" I said, smiling back. I hadn't forgotten that silver load he released into me.
We all headed out at a mild canter, with Sam and I leading. When we passed the turn-off to his shack, Minnie Ha Ha called out: "Hey, aren't we going to your place?"
"No, we're going to Durango Jim's first. Kitty's buyin', and I'm for it!"
"Hey! I'll go along with that!" Short Brave squealed.
"Yeah, me too! I ain't had a good beer for days!" Four Lips yelled.
"Me neither!" Minnie Ha Ha agreed.
I was happy; for once I could do something for these people besides spread my legs. I know they liked sex, but everyone, even me,-likes a little relaxation once in a while. Of course, I knew it would eventually lead to sex, but that was just fine. Sex was my job. Wasn't I a first rate psychiatric quack? Don't tell Pete, I said that, he takes his job personally. Yeah, especially if his patients have a bank account.
I was wondering how he was making out with Mrs. Lipschitz? So far, my vacation had been wonderful! Nothing like that trip down to Mazatlan. Lord! That was fun at first! This Durango Jim's, or what-have-you, looked like a real wild west tavern, or a Mexican cabaret! It was set right smack in the' middle of the trail. Rocks, huge boulders, scrub brush, pines, and excuse my English, piles of what Sam called hoss shit, covered the short area. Two crow-bit nags stood on three legs, their mangy tails swishing flies, they were tied to the short, well-worn, hitch and porch rail.
From inside, I could hear a tirade of English, Spanish, and Mukayuk ripping out to my tender ears. I say tender, 'cause I was still a virgin there. Thank god, I had small ear and nose holes! Hell, Pete had tried me out, before I went to work for him. Janet Parker had worked for him before, and when it came to sex, she was like a musician that thought he was one. She couldn't hold a candle to my actions. Needless to say, I was hired!
"Come on!" Sam said, reaching up to help me down and getting a nice ripe feel of snatch.
I grinned. "Let's go! But you'd better watch that!"
He only laughed. I could see that his main artery had not been soft for a minute, since I came along. He wasn't fooling me. I knew what he wanted, and eventually he knew he'd get it.