Chapter 2
The huge lethal black automobile glided in and out of traffic as if it were covered with grease. There were times when it ruthlessly shouldered lesser cars as it moved ever onward. Eunice was driving north away from the city. She glanced at her lit dashboard and then moved her eyes about as she continued to survey the traffic.
Now she reached down into her purse and extracted a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out and voluptuously slid it between her moist lips. She moved the cigarette back and forth in mock imitation of fucking. Every thought, every action, seemed to be one of sex that night.
She grabbed the lighter and brought it to the end of the cigarette. After a few deep puffs, the cigarette was smoking. She took deep nervous drags on the cigarette and thought about her burning cunt. She was very aroused and wanted to get fucked. There was only one man that she could turn to now and that was Turk. Turk and his fire hose cock. That was the way that she thought of him.
Fuck, his dick was as big as a fire hose and made for quenching passionate flames. She moved her hand down to her poozle and rubbed. There was a surge of arousal as she did so. She wanted to have that cock of Turk's in her more than anything else.
As she expertly drove, her thoughts returned to the first meeting with Turk. It had been after her decision to find real studs and her search had taken her around much of New York. She had gone from Broadway, to the East Village, to Harlem, and all in search of studs.
She hadn't seen anything that exactly suited her imagine. She began to drive aimlessly, without thought as to destination or direction. Once or twice she pulled up outside a bar, started to get out, then thought better of it and drove on. Finally she realized she had driven much further northwards than she cared to be. She was in a bleak, dingy neighborhood of factories and warehouses ... it didn't even look like any part of New York City that she could recognize.
No action here, certainly! But how the hell did she get back to Manhattan from here? She was hopelessly turned around. She maneuvered the Caddy through one narrow, black street after another, seeking a pedestrian of whom she could ask directions. Not a soul.
Finally, she saw something-a flicker of red and green neon in the gloom ahead. It was a bar, the only sign of life within blocks. Eunice eased the car to the curb, got out, and went inside.
As soon as she saw what was standing behind the bar, Eunice's heart turned to ice. She was afraid. She knew this was what she had been searching for all evening. And yet ... shit, what a monster! The man must have been six feet five. He had the build of a longshoreman and the features of the younger Marlon Brando. A little coarser, perhaps, yet the same superbly chiseled nose and brow. And the same air of imperturbable arrogance.
Eunice's question emerged as an incoherent stammer. She tried twice, then gave up. Plumping her shapely ass onto the nearest bar stool, she said simply, "A very dry martini on the rocks, please. With a twist of lemon."
The man regarded her with sardonic unbelief. "I got beer," he said. "Or I can make you a rye-and-ginger. But I don't fool around with imagine mixed drinks. I haven't got time."
Eunice gazed around her. The place was completely deserted, except for a young woman-she might have been eighteen-at the far end of the bar. "What do you mean, you don't have time?" she wanted to know. "This place isn't exactly jumping."
The man leaned back against the cash register. He folded his arms and stared at her coolly. "Let's just say, I can't be bothered. Okay? Does that make it clearer?"
Eunice shrugged. "Rye and ginger, then," she said. The drink slopped over the top as he served it, but Eunice tasted it without comment. After a moment's contemplation, she ventured, "How do you manage to keep open in a neighborhood like this? I mean, what do you do for customers?"
"We get 'em," the man grunted. "This is an early place. We get the factory trade right after work. Between five and seven I couldn't fit you in with a shoehorn. After that, it tapers off. I close early. About half an hour from now." Eunice could not take her eyes off the smooth-rippling muscles that fluttered beneath the man's hide with even the most casual movement. He was hairy, too. A great bunch of coarse black hair stood out at the neck of his shirt. She was willing to bet his thighs were shaggy as a gorilla's. A hairy ass, too, she thought. She liked a well-muscled, hairy ass.
There was an interruption. A middle-aged man entered the bar, downed a quick highball, then, spoke a word to the young girl at the far end of the room. They went out through a side door and Eunice heard them ascend the stairs to an overhead room. That made things a little clearer. She could understand now why this place was such a mecca for the factory workers nearby.
Eunice's eyes roved back to the barkeep's great, slabby arms. The entire bicep of the right arm was covered with an extremely ornate tattoo in three different colors of ink-red, green, and blue. It appeared to be some kind of dragon or sea monster.
The barkeep noted her attention. "Like it?" he asked, flexing the bicep. His action made the bat wings on the monster appear to flutter.
"I like it very much," she declared. "It's very interesting ... very colorful. Are you-are you tattooed anywhere else on your body? I mean, like on your chest or someplace like that?"
The barkeep's face did not change expression as he said, "I'm tattooed on my ass. Same artist that did my arm. Singapore. Fifteen years ago. Guy's dead now."
There was a silence. Then Eunice said, "I'd like to see it, I really would. I mean, I was an art major in college. I take an interest in such things."
The man calmly loosened his belt, turned his back on her, and dropped his pants. Just as she suspected-he had a nice pelt of crisp, curly hair on his muscular ass. But beneath the pelt, the tattoos were clearly apparent. On one buttock, a mermaid. On the other, King Neptune. All in livid shades of red, green and yellow. The mermaid was depected as playing with herself.
"Oh, isn't that fantastic!" Eunice chortled. "I-I really would enjoy a closer look! May I?"
"Sure," the man rejoined negligently. "You can come behind the bar, if you like."
Eunice didn't lose any time following his suggestion. She stepped behind the bar and knelt down. Passing her fingertips lightly over his ass-cheeks, she said, "The colors are just beautiful. I like what the mermaid is doing to herself. It's so-so naturalistic!"
"My prick is tattooed also," the barkeep declared. "Would you like to see it?"
"OOooh!" Eunice squealed, "may I? I've never heard of a man being decorated on his prick before! I'll bet its wild!"
The man spun on his heel. His cock whirled out as he turned, nearly grazing Eunice's face. She sucked her breath in sharply. His dick was only inches from her nose and growing every second. The man had not been circumcised, and every inch of his dong from the very base to the exact tip of his foreskin was incised with glowing colors. The actual representation was that of a snake's head. It was repellent, yet fascinating. As the man's erection grew to monstrous proportions, it seemed as if the snake was stretching its neck to her, growing larger and more menacing every moment-the eyes waxing huge, the ugly slit of the mouth stretching-stretching ready to dart its poison fangs into her face without the slightest warning!
"Shit-" she whispered, hypnotized by the reptilian visage that hung, tremulous, before her eyes. It was all just too real-the beady black eyes, the needle-tipped fangs, the slimy scales-
The man noted her undisguised nausea and fear with genuine amusement. "Watch out it doesn't bite you!" he cautioned, lunging his hips forward a fraction of an inch.
Eunice saw the repulsive head strike toward her face. She acted instinctively, without thinking. In a flash she bared her teeth and sank them into the snake-like rod of meaty tissue! She sank them deep. It was all over in an instant.
The man did not stir or flinch. He eyed her stolidly as she hastily disengaged her teeth from his dick and began to stammer, "Oh shit, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Shit, I didn't know what I was thinking of. Did I hurt you?" Then, noting the ruby droplets that had begun to stain the skin of the still-erect organ, she cried, "Oh yes, I did! I did hurt you! Oh shit, do you have a band-aid or something? Maybe I ought to put some mercurochrome on it ... "
The man leaned back against the rear of the bar. He was still perfectly relaxed. "Well, that's a new one," he remarked laconically. "Lady bites snake. That's a good one for the papers!"
"Oh no," she moaned, "it's nice of you to treat this as some sort of joke, but really, it's no joking matter. You're bleeding. You could get lockjaw from a thing like this. Maybe we should call a doctor-"
The barkeep laughed heartily. "Hey, that'd be some scene!" he guffawed, "imagine me trying to explain to some square doc how I happened to get bit on my snake-headed cock! He's liable to have me locked up in a loony bin someplace! No, don't worry about it, lady. No band-aid. No mercurochrome. I'll just let it hang out a little while. The bleeding'll stop faster that way."
His cock was dripping blood all over the beer-spattered floor, but he didn't seem worried. Eunice set her lips determinedly. "It was a stupid, cruel thing for me to do," she blurted. "I think I should recompense you in some way-"
"Forget it."
Eunice's face was a resolute mask. "I won't walk out of here till I've made amends," she stated firmly. "I should at least allow you to hurt me the same way I hurt you!"
The man's eyes lit up with glee. "You got a cock I can bite?" he queried. "Hey-you a transvestite or something?"
"No!" Her fingers worked feverishly at the back of her dress. Suddenly she was peeling her dress downwards from her shoulders. Her tits tumbled out like two liberated puppies. "There!" she gasped, "do you still think I'm a transvestite?" She clutched her skirt well above her waist and bared her muff and belly for the man's inspection. "Ever seen a transvestite with fixtures like these?"
"No," the man admitted, his eyes roving boldly over the blushing softness of her boobs and the pulsating lips that gleamed moistly beneath the coal-black shock of lustrous pussy hair. "No ... "
He seemed to be thinking deeply. Abruptly, he said, "Lady, take my advice, Get your ass out of here and go back wherever you came from or I won't be responsible."
"No!" She stamped her foot with a violence that made her naked tits jiggle like day-old Jello. "I want you to punish me for the stupid, cruel thing I did to you. You can do anything you like. Bite my tits. Would you like that? Have you ever bitten a woman's boob? Here's your chance! Or you can kick my ass. I'll let you kick it as much as you like. Go ahead-take your pick!"
A slow change was coming over the man's face. Eunice had awakened the slumbering ape that lies more or less buried in every male. It was to be a long time before it would slumber again. His jaw stiffened. His eyes glinted like pebbles embedded in winter ice. Without a word he went to the door, locked it, and pulled down the shade. Now they were isolated. Alone. Without a chance of interruption from the outside world.
He beckoned to her to come out from behind the bar. Eunice meekly obeyed. "Take off your dress," he commanded in leaden tones.
Eunice's heart beat like a trip hammer as she silently complied. What in the name of hell had she gotten herself into? She didn't know. She only knew this little drama had to be played out to full completion. Somewhere, deep-buried within her brain, a voice told her that this was the quarry she had been hunting down, this was the moment she had been seeking since the hour that she and Madge had formulated their plan. A spine-shivering tremor shot through her. Oh shit, she was completely at this brute's mercy. And mercy was the last thing she wanted!
Now, clad only in garter belt, hose, and alligator pumps, she stood before him, trembling slightly, in spite of her bravado. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she stammered.
The man's onslaught, when it came, was infinitely faster than her eye could follow. All she knew was that suddenly, with the demoniac swiftness of a striking cobra, his hand shot behind her, impaling her ass-hole with such fury that she was actually lifted off her feet! In the same instant she felt him clutch her body to his in a cruel embrace, and felt his dick mashed against the outswelling softness of her belly and she sensed the gush of his hot piss flooding up over her belly, squirting at times as high as her breasts, then cascading down over her thighs, drenching her hose and draining into her expensive custom-lasted pumps.
"Cunt!" the man snarled, "I've always wanted to piss all over one of you society dames, and now I'm in my glory!" He clutched her even tighter, so tight she had to fight to breathe. His ramrodding finger lanced into the forbidden tunnel, rampaging with impudent ease among the dary mysteries of her ass-hole.
Eunice hung there, struggling for breath, her feet dangling five inches from the floor, insulted both before and behind. She had never had a man urinate on her before. And her ass was virgin territory, never, until this very moment, explored by any human being.
The man dropped her as abruptly as he had seized her. Limp as a wet dishrag, Eunice felt her knees collapse beneath her. She stumbled to her knees. In that second, the man seized her long, black tresses and forced her face against his crotch. "All right," he commanded, "now suck the piss off my bloody dick! You'll see what it means to fuck around with Turk Hickey!"
Eunice knew better than to hesitate. At the same time, it took an enormous act of will on her part to slide the monstrous, garishly dyed snake's head, dripping with piss and oozing blood from half-a-dozen tiny pinprick wounds, between her velvety lips. She touched the tip of the foreskin tentatively with her tongue.
Then, before she could ease the hideous member into the cushiony softness of her mouth, Turk interrupted her. "Peel back my foreskin," he ordered her. She did so, and the purplish-pink head oozed into view. "It's more sensitive this way," he declared. Then a savage thought struck him. "You like it better this way, don't you? You'd rather lick a nice, pink head than an ugly old tattooed foreskin, wouldn't you?"
"Y-yes ... "
"Okay," he snapped, "why not go all the way, then? I've been thinking for some time of having myself circumcised, because all the chicks seem to feel the same way you do. But it bums my ass to pay some doc fifty bucks for a simple operation like that. How'd you like to do it for me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Bite it off."
"No!"
"Go ahead, bite it off. I give you permission. Take my foreskin between your teeth and bite the goddamn thing right off the end of my cock. It's a cheap way to get rid of it."
"No..."
"I won't even make you swallow it. I'll let you spit it out. How's that?"
Noting the look of intense revulsion on Eunice's face, Turk laughed and struck her across the face with the back of his hand.
"Chicken! huh?" he jeered. "Okay, I won't make you do it this time. Go ahead now and lay that sweet tongue of yours on my cock and lick me clean. Hurry up!" He struck her again.
Eunice eagerly applied her lips to his squalid organ. She was glad he could not know the keen pulse of orgasmic throbbing she felt with each blow, each humiliation. What irony! she mused, as she bobbed her head over the hot lump of briny-tasting meat. All my life I've been treated like a lady, all my life people have put me on a pedestal like a queen ... and all the time, what I really wanted was a good kick in the ass ... what I really needed was to have someone strip me, force me to my knees, and ram his cock down my throat. Shit, what heaven it would be if he would only piss in my mouth right now!
As she worked her famished tongue over his swollen cock, Turk loosened his belt and let his pants drop around his ankles. This gave Eunice the opportunity to fondle his hairy ass. "Suck, you society slut," he urged her softly, "suck my balls too ... when I'm through with you, you'll think twice before you ever sink those pretty, white teeth of yours into a fellow's cock-"
At that precise moment, the door at the side of the room opened, and the young prostitute reappeared with her customer. Neither of them paid the slightest notice to the spectacle that confronted them. They simply walked around Eunice as she squatted in the middle of the floor, busily delving her tongue beneath Turk's balls while his slimy wet cock slithered across her face.
The prostitute unlatched the door. She kissed her customer lightly on the cheek. "G'by now," she murmured, smiling, "and thanks for recommending me to your friends. The party's on Wednesday night, right?"
"That's it," the man replied. His hungry hand intruded once more beneath her skirt to caress the tight, youthful globes of her ass. "You've got the address?"
"I got it. Invite as many as you like. Tell them no holds barred. I ball, I suck, I take it up the ass. Whatever they'll pay for, I'll do. Make it clear to them."
"There'll be at least twelve, fourteen guys," the man reminded her somewhat doubtfully. "Sure you can handle that many? Maybe you ought to bring a friend."
"I can handle them!" the girl laughed confidently. "And they won't be sitting around getting restless, either! I love to take on three at a time. I got a tender mouth, a tight pussy and a sweet ass. No, I don't need no help!"
"Okay!" He kissed her and went out the door. The girl, who was only wearing a pajama top, locked the door again, plodded around the sweating, straining couple, and disappeared once more through the side door.
By now, his fingers still knotted deep within Eunice's silken tresses, Turk had crammed the entire mass of his lust-engorged genital apparatus into her mouth. Her throat strained to accommodate the pounding knob of his maniacally thrusting dick, while her cheeks bulged with his plum-sized balls. She no longer attempted to lick him or suck him. It was all she could do to keep her neck from snapping under the impact of his pile driving jabs.
"Ugh! Ugh!" she breathed as she felt the prick-head, deep-swallowed in her throat, expand to suffocating size. Now the entire mass of squirmy flesh was twitching within her mouth and she sensed the first tingling spurts of his upwelling come.
"Ugghh!! " she gagged as his sperm shot down her gullet, foamed over her tongue and swirled within her cheeks. In the divine frenzy of his climax, Turk rammed his hips even further into Eunice's face. She felt as if she were being compelled to swallow everything-his semen, his dick, and his balls. She had the helpless feeling that her mouth was claimed forever by the dangling glories that lay between Turk's legs.
At last, though, as with most things, it came to an end. The final drops oozed from the tip and Turk withdrew his dong from between her bruised, battered lips. With a contemptuous flip of his ham-like hand, he tipped her over onto the floor, where she lay, naked except for her urine-soaked hose, sprawled with eyes half closed.
Turk removed his pants and flung them behind the bar. He took a cigar from a box beside the cash register and lit it. Exhaling a deep puff with obvious satisfaction, he asked, "Had enough, lady?"
He was not prepared for the answer. Eunice darted a flickering glance his way, let a tiny smile tilt the corners of her lips, and said, "I thought you were going to punish me."
"What!"
"Why, yes..." Supporting her body on one elbow, she tossed her head defiantly as she stared him down. "I mean, I don't call that punishment. What kind of discipline is that-making me suck your lovely big cock? I don't know which I enjoyed more-licking the blood off your prick, or sipping the pretty yellow drops of piss that trickled down your thighs! I mean, it's not Christmas, or my birthday or anything-why are you so nice to me?"
"You fucking cunt-"
"Oh, there's no need to call names," she reminded him. "I'm only saying what's fact, and you know it! I know if I were a man and some stupid chick bit my cock half off, I'd really tattoo her ass with my boot heels! I'd kick her stupid ass from one end of the room-"
That's when Turk really let her have it. His up-thrust boot caught her just under the tit and sent her careening halfway across the room. She blacked out for an instant. When she snapped back to full consciousness, the boot was just crunching into the ballooning flesh of one lovely ass-cheek.
They were beautiful, heavy boots. Turk brought his things at a store that catered to the special needs of construction workers, telephone linemen, and other men who work in rough, dangerous trades where heavy leather and solid gear can save a life. The boots were blunt-tipped, of supple, thick leather, laced with rawhide, and cleated with metal at the heels. The solid floor shook beneath his tread.
Turk now proceeded to kick Eunice's ass from one end of the room to the other. Far from daunting her, she began to cry, "Oh yes! Yes! That's the way I want it! Oh! Oh shit-you caught me between the legs that time! You kicked my pussy, do you know that? Do it some more!"
From a sleek, beautifully-turned out society matron, Eunice had turned into a disheveled, groveling wretch, smeared with filth, imploring the uncouth beast that towered over her to defile her in every imaginable way. "I thought you were going to abuse me!" she taunted him through puffed, broken lips. "When are you going to start to punish me? I want to be hurt! You haven't hurt me yet!"
With a muttered curse, Turk went to where his pants were lying and stripped off the belt. It was a murderous piece of gear, buckled in steel and studded with brass. Turk yanked Eunice from where she lay sprawled on the floor and flung her bodily onto one of the tables with a force that threatened to splinter it. Then he lay into her with the belt.
Wham! Wham! the cruel leather slashed across Eunice's wide-scissored thighs, reaping a harvest of ugly red welts on the satiny flesh with every stroke. Then he went on to her back and shoulders. At last, his arm tiring, Turk flung away the belt, grabbed Eunice up off the table, and clutched her roughly against him. He held her facing away, his talon-like hands buried in the melony ripeness of her tits, his massive legs wound about hers so the brutal metal cleats mashed her bare toes against the rough, unpainted floorboards.
"Had it, baby?" he whispered in her ear. "Had enough, Mrs. Richbitch? If you haven't, I've got lots, lots more to give. Just say the word!"
Her voice was barely audible as she replied, "Kiss my ass, you stupid ape mother-fucker. You stupid, flunkey barkeep-"
Turk released her breasts and took both her hands in his. One brute-like paw was more than sufficient to restrain both her fragile arms. Then, with the other hand, he removed the lighted cigar from his mouth and rammed the wet end up her pussy. Then he just stood there. Eunice was completely unable to move ... her feet stomped immobile against the floor beneath Turk's ponderous boots ... her arms restrained in his iron embrace!
"Now, well just wait, Richbitch," he murmured close against her ear. "Give that cigar another two minutes. It won't go out. It's good tobacco, tight-wrapped. Lady, in just about two minutes, they'll be calling you the hottest pussy in town!" He rammed his knees into the backs of hers, forcing her sweat-drenched body to arch backward.
Eunice's mind floated in a kind of ecstasy, equally compounded of anticipation and fear. What was it like to be burned on the twat by the strong brute who had enslaved you? Oh Shit-if only she had met Turk years ago. Before she met Henry ... but it was idle to think of that now. There was a time when she would have spurned Turk beneath her feet. There was a time when she would have spit at him. It took years of marriage to Henry to make her appreciate a real man like Turk.
Eunice's tensely arched body shivered with expectation. The heady, dark fumes of the tobacco were very strong in her nostrils. And now ... now she thought she detected another smell. Yes ... yes, it was the nauseating stench of smoldering hair! The cigar had burned down to her pussy hair. It was singeing its way down to her petal-tender, snowflake-soft pussy lips. Here it comes ... here it comes ... she braced herself-
But something else came at that moment also. Eunice could no longer restrain a certain call of nature. She had been holding it in for the last hour. Now, as the hysterical tension reached climax inside her, she could hold it in no longer. She began to piss. The strong, amber stream of liquid issued irresistibly from between her legs, extinguishing the cigar in a spluttering hiss.
"Oh shit," she moaned, "shit, shit, shit!"
"All right, that does it!" Turk snarled. Flinging her off, he sent her reeling against the wall. "Get your ass out of here. I got no more time to waste! Come on, beat it!" His clomping stride as he stormed to the door, unlocked it, and flung it open was like that of an enraged bear. "Beat it!" he yelled, holding the door wide.
"Please ... my clothes-" Eunice began.
"I said, beat it!" Turk raged. As Eunice bent to pick up her dress, Turk ripped the garment from her hands and sent it to a far corner. Seizing her by the scruff of the neck, he dragged her to the doorway and sent her flying into the street.
"Oh shit!" she cried as she stumbled to her knees, "you can't put me out in the street naked like this! I've got to drive all the way back to Manhattan. I can't drive bare ass naked like this!"
"Try," Turk suggested, screwing his features into a pouting leer. As Eunice struggled to stand, something hit her in the face. It was her purse. The clasp ruptured as it struck her, sending her coins, keys, and other personal articles in a wide scatter. Her face incandescent with shame, Eunice knelt there on the pavement, stark naked, retrieving each tiny article and cramming it back inside the purse.
"The mother-fucker," she whispered over and over, "the mother-fucker ... I'll get even with him yet, just you wait and see..." The drive back to town was a perfect nightmare. She avoided the main roads as much as possible, keeping to the darker, less-frequented thoroughfares. She hunched down in her seat every time another car passed. By the time she reached the nineties on the west side of Manhattan, she was breathing easier. But one very formidable problem still lay ahead-how was she to enter her apartment? They kept their car in an underground garage, directly beneath the apartment house. But she still had to get from the garage to the elevator. She couldn't walk through the halls and the lobby stark naked, her hips and legs stained with urine, her lips and chin encrusted with Turk's dried sperm! What the hell was she supposed to do?
Her inspiration came from the sudden glimpse of a streetwalker lounging beneath a street lamp. Eunice eased the car to the curb alongside the young woman, rolled down the window, and said, "I'll give you exactly twenty bucks for the dress you have on your back. Right now. This minute. Is it a deal?"
The whore's eyes narrowed as she regarded Eunice. A foul curse rose to her lips, but died on her tongue as she noted Eunice's bare shoulders and breasts. She drew nearer and stared amazedly inside the car. "You sitting in the Caddy all naked?" she vociferated. "You sure are! Wow-what a way to cruise! I'm sorry I never thought of that. How much you make a night this way?"
Eunice couldn't help smiling. "I'm not what you think," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, my boyfriend threw me out of his place without a stitch of clothes on. What do you think of that?"
"I say, cut the mother-fucker's balls off," came the prostitute's instant retort. "So you need a dress, huh? You'll give me twenty dollars for this four-dollar thing from the five-and-ten?"
Eunice opened her purse and fanned the bills under the girl's nose. "You got a deal, sister," the whore grunted. "I'm okay, I live just half a block down the street. Anybody gives me trouble, I'll take their dick home in my pocketbook!" As the woman peeled off her dress, Eunice saw she had an evil-looking razor tucked into her stocking top.
Eunice alighted from the car. Handing over the money, she took the cheap, orange-vermilion frock from the girl's hands and slipped it on. It fitted very tightly, but it would serve to get
Eunice from the garage to the apartment. That was all that mattered. The whore stood there, naked now except for a pair of red lace bikini panties and her electric-blue high-heeled shoes, regarding Eunice with an appraising stare.
"You've got a very lovely figure, sister," the whore declared, a hint of envy in her voice, "a real prick-stiffener! You could make a nice bundle if you ever decided to enter the life, you know that?"
The whore's pear-shaped boobs swung inside the window as she said, "Oh no-the thanks are all on my side. You've done me a great favor. You want to know something? I'm going to get myself a little car-one of them Volkswagens maybe-and bounce around town with my bare twat hanging out. It's a million times better than hanging out under this street lamp waiting for some of them cheap Johns to drift out of the bars. You've shown me how to make a mint, lady-a mint! As of tonight, I'm marking my ass up from nine ninety-eight to fifteen dollars plus tax!"
Eunice smiled as she watched the young woman saunter casually down the sidewalk toward the ratty-looking hotel in the middle of the block, her succulent can bursting from the bonds of her sleazy panties, entirely negligent of her nearly complete nudity.
Eunice got home without further incident. The .doorman, lounging in the lobby, gave her no more than an interested flick of the eyes as she emerged from the garage. Once inside the apartment, Eunice stripped off the dress and put it in with the kitchen trash to be incinerated next day. Then, after she had indulged in the long luxury of a shower and a shampoo, she looked in on her daughter, Kathy. Although Kathy was now in her mid-teens, she looked almost like a child as she lay there, fast asleep, her jet-black hair foaming across the pillow, her innocent face uncreased with worry. "Sleep tight," Eunice murmured as she bent down and kissed the youngster's cheek. "Sleep peaceful while you can. The day's not far off when you'll need a cock between your legs to ward off insomnia. Life won't be so simple then..."
Back in her own bedroom, Eunice gave Henry a long, hard stare. He was dead to the world-no faking that buzz saw snore of his! Letting her bathrobe fall from her shoulders, she examined her body meticulously in the full-length mirror. There were some bruises ... there had to be bruises. A few cuts. One tit still felt numb where Turk had kicked it. But she felt good. She had gotten what she wanted. She licked her lips, remembering the taste of Turk's sperm. The gummy, gooey saltiness of it ... the great gush flooding her mouth ... the tang of his sweaty balls on her tongue...
On sudden impulse, Eunice ripped back the covers, exposing Henry's pajama-clad form. Delving her hand into his fly she had to search for several seconds before she found what she wanted. Then, crouched above him, she greedily applied her lips to the tiny, wilted cylinder that skulked between his legs. No ... no use. After five minutes she gave it up.
Extinguishing the light, she fell into bed. Smiling in the darkness, she summoned up the events of the evening one by one. She had lost her momentary animosity toward Turk. She didn't even hate him for flinging her out of doors without so much as a stitch. Deep down, she had reveled in being made to scuttle along the street clad in nothing but her own skin and the filth of Turk's body. Yes, it was what she unconsciously craved for many a year.
The only thing lacking in an otherwise-perfect evening was a good fuck. That was the one thing she had missed. Her pussy still itched from the need for an arrogant prick to tickle her outermost lips, coax the juice-brimming walls into overflowing, and then take insolent mastery of her squirming pussy...
Ohhh! Her box really did itch! It seemed to be on fire. Thrusting tentative fingers between her pussylips, Eunice suddenly realized it had a very good reason for itching. And not just lust, either. She had forgotten to remove the damn cigar from where Turk had jammed it inside her!
She had to stuff a handkerchief in her mouth to keep her giggles from arousing Henry. She went into the bathroom, gingerly extracted the sodden brown cylinder, douched herself, and then laughed herself to sleep.