Chapter 3

That had been just two months ago. The following evening Eunice called Turk at the bar and made a date with him. From that point on they met constantly, at least several times a week. There were times when Turk took her to his lousy little apartment, but there were other times when they met in a movie or a restaurant before going to a hotel for a screw. Twice she had taken a real chance and fucked him in her apartment.

Henry had been out of town both times, and the first time she hadn't worried about Kathy. However, on the second time around Kathy had walked in on them. Oh, they had finished fucking, but Eunice just didn't like the idea of her daughter knowing about Turk. It made her dreadfully uneasy. As a result they had never met in her apartment again.

Now she eased herself back in the driver's seat and headed for the industrial suburb of Yonkers. It wouldn't be much longer before his cock was ramming her pussy. She pressed the gas pedal nearer to the floor, even though she was already speeding. She was in such a hurry for his cock. After the fiasco with the messenger, she really needed something badly.

She noticed that Turk seemed a bit surprised as she walked into his bar. There was only one customer in there, and Eunice felt that that was lucky. She ordered a drink and then whispered in Turk's ear that the chaser would be the usual. She sat down on the bar stool and looked up at him.

Turk's face was a sullen, withdrawn mask as he served her. "Can't you at least say hello?" Eunice asked tartly.

"I thought I told you never to come here without phoning ahead," Turk hissed. "This is no good. I can't do anything for you tonight!"

"Why the hell not?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said defiantly, "My ex-wife. She's back in town. It won't be long, a few days. But she's staying at my place. I can't take you there."

"Throw her out for a few minutes. I only need you for a few minutes."

He shook his head obdurately. "I can't. That chick has enough on me to put me behind bars for the next twenty years. Income tax stuff. Liquor law violations. That kind of thing. I've got to keep on the good side of her."

"Close the bar then. like we've done before. Fuck me here. Turk, it's only nine o'clock. I can't wait until midnight. I want it now. I'm going out of my mind!"

"Finger-fuck yourself then."

"I've been finger-fucking myself ever since I got past Eighty-sixth Street! I bought a hot dog at a drive-in stand in the Bronx and diddled my cunt with it all the way to the city line. It felt good inside me, Turk. It was broiling hot and greasy, right off the griddle when I jammed it up my pussy, just like your cock, Turk! It scorched me so bad I wanted to scream. But it was good, too. It's still lying there in my twat, Turk, all cold and shriveled. Take it out for me. I want hot meat inside me. I want your sausage. Come on, Turk, give it to me."

Turk slammed his hand on the bar with a crash that made the other customer sit up with a start. "You dames!" Turk sneered, "you get your hooks into a guy and from then on he doesn't get a minute's peace! Look, Eunice, for the hundredth time, you don't own me. I can't stop what I'm doing, close up shop, kick my old lady out of my apartment just to suit your convenience. You got hot pants? Find a guy with hot nuts. There's a million around! It's that simple!"

"It's that simple?" Eunice cried, her voice strident with emotion. "It's that simple! Wow, that shows how little you men know! Turk, can't you get it into your skull that I want it now? I'm not in the mood for bar-hopping. I don't have the patience to cruise tonight. I want my pussy prodded and I want it now. You're the only one I've got-"

"How about him?" Turk interrupted, jerking his head in the direction of the other lone customer.

"What?"

"Sure, him. He'd love to service you, any way you like. You name it." He turned to the man. "Hey, Mel, come over here a second."

The man left his drink and sauntered along the bar to where Eunice was sitting. "What's up?" he asked warily.

"I got a problem here, Mel," Turk said. "I want you to meet a friend of mine. Eunice, her name is. And Eunice, I'd like you to meet Mel Pollock. Mel's chief foreman in the factory across the street. A solid, responsible, clean-cut type." Turk faced the man squarely as he said, "Mel, I want your reaction to this broad's sob story. She tells me she's been diddling herself with a frankfurter. Says it's still stuck up her pussy. What would you do if a dame came to you with a story like that?"

Mel's glance went from Turk's face to

Eunice's and back again. "You putting me on, Turk?" he wanted to know.

"I wouldn't put you on, Mel, you know that."

Reassured, Mel said, "Well, if a fine-looking woman like Eunice came to me and complained of having an obstruction in her vagina, I'd say the gentlemanly thing would be to remove it as soon as possible."

"How would you go about that, Mel?" Turk asked with deadly seriousness.

"First I'd make a visual examination," Mel replied. "Do I have your authority for such an examination?"

"Pull your skirt up!" Turk ordered peremptorily. Then, noting Eunice's hesitation, he barked, "I said, pull your skirt up! All the way. Spread your legs. Come on, Mel's a busy man. He hasn't got all night!"

"I don't-" Eunice began. Turk reached across the bar and slapped her viciously across the mouth with the back of his hand. Her face flaring, Eunice lifted her skirt, completely baring her thighs, her crotch, and her belly as high as the navel.

"It's a little hard to see in this light," Mel declared. Getting down on his knees, he stared between Eunice's splendid, meaty thighs for a moment, then deliberately commenced to slide his finger upward. "I feel something," he announced after a moment. "Yes, it feels like she's really got a frankfurter stuck up there."

"Does it feel cold and shriveled, the way she was telling me?" Turk asked.

"I'll need a closer examination," the man said, insolently thrusting his finger deeper, deeper.

"Get your hand out of my cunt," Eunice commanded icily. "I didn't come here tonight to give you a free feel, mister! Turk, are you going to let any Tom, Dick or Harry that comes into this bar-"

"I don't know about Tom," Turk snapped instantly, "and I don't know about Harry. But any dick that wants you can have you. Go ahead, Eunice, let him do it. Mel's got as good a dick as any man around. I've seen the little whore take it out many a time, right here in this bar."

"Oh well, if the lady says hands off, I'll accommodate her," Mel said easily. "I don't need hands for an operation like this. Let me show you what we do over at the plant when a pipe's plugged up. We use suction." With that, still groveling on his knees, Mel began to lap Eunice's thighs. His tongue played hungrily over the broad, shiny streaks of grease that had oozed from the frankfurter and trickled down the insides of her thighs.

"How does it taste, Mel?" Turk laughed.

"Tastes good," the other man rejoined breathlessly. "From the taste of the grease I'd say an order of sauerkraut went with that hot dog!" Now his tongue laved her outer pussy lips. "And maybe a touch of mustard besides."

Eunice couldn't help smiling. "You're right," she admitted. "There was sauerkraut, mustard, and just a tiny slice of onion." She turned helplessly to Turk. "Oh, Turk, Turk," she moaned. "I wish these were your lips on my pussy."

Turk, however, remained immobile behind the bar as Mel once again bent to his work. Welding his lips solidly to Eunice's greasy twat, he commenced to suck. Slowly, surely the frankfurter began to emerge. As soon as he had enough to sink his teeth into, Mel very slowly started to draw it out, nibbling the meat and swallowing it as it came. With the final half-inch of frankfurter there also came a great gush of grease-reeking pussy juice that had lain dammed up behind it. Mel thirstily caught this in his mouth and swallowed it. He paused a moment to take a breath. Then, ravenous beyond all control, he smeared his snout against her sodden cunt, wrenched her body from the bar stool and, his nails nearly sunk to the knuckles in her marshmallow-soft ass, commenced to suck her organs with loud, greedy, slurping grunts and slaverings.

Noting the man's pleasure, Turk said, "Why don't you let him fuck you, Eunice? The guy would give his right ball just to-"

But then it happened. Mel suddenly ripped his lips from the delightful cup at which he was imbibing. His body bent double in helpless spasms and he began to curse. "I came," he moaned agonizedly, "son of a fucking bitch, I came!" Glancing down, Eunice saw the wet stain spreading outward from his fly.

"It's true!" she cried triumphantly. "He came! Now you'll have to screw me, Turk. Now you'll have to do it!"

Turk threw up his hands helplessly. "All right," he acquiesced. "I give up." He turned to where Mel was ruefully picking himself up off the floor. "Watch the bar for me a few minutes, will you, Mel?" he requested. "I'm gonna take this hot-pants society bitch upstairs and give her a plowing that'll hold her for a week."

As they started up the stairs, Eunice said, "Put your hand up under my dress while we go upstairs, will you, Turk? Remember the time we were going up on the escalator at that big department store and you did that? And how shocked the old ladies behind us were? Feel my ass, Turk, you know how I love to have you tickle my bowels with your finger. Go ahead. I promise not to shit on your finger like I did that one time. Stick it up my ass-hole. Stick it up as far as it will go!"

Turk grudgingly complied. "I still have to laugh every time I think of that day on the escalator," he chuckled. "What were you wearing that afternoon?"

Eunice stopped halfway up the stairs and, protruding her rosy globes boldly, commenced to masturbate her ass-hole against Turk's up-thrusting finger. "Let me think ... oh, I remember, it was my orange-pink mini. With nothing underneath. You felt my ass and brushed your lips against it for just a second. I'll always remember that, Turk. I love it when you expose me in public. I love it when you feel me up in public. Let's do it again some time soon, all right?"

"Okay, okay," Turk mumbled noncommittally. "Come on, let's go upstairs and get it over with. I don't want to leave Mel alone in the bar for too long. I'll bet the frigger is pouring himself a free drink right now!"

They climbed the remainder of the stairs. Turk opened the door that lay right at the top. There was no landing or hallway of any kind. He immediately unbuckled his belt and started to zip down his pants. Eunice followed him, nearly falling over herself in her eagerness to disrobe and flop into bed. She had just begun to yank up her skirt when she stopped in mid-motion. "Oh, shit!" she gasped incredulously.

"What's the matter?" Turk wanted to know. His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked them aside.

Eunice pointed in shocked disbelief to the bed. "There's-there's already a couple in here!" she declared. It was true. The young whore she'd seen many times in the bar downstairs was grappling with a customer atop the filthy, stained coverlet.

"So what?" Turk shrugged. "You were just telling me how much you like to do it in public. Here's your chance."

"But-but not on the same bed with others," Eunice gulped. "Not on the same bed with a whore! Oh Turk, I can't do it. I'd feel as if I were putting myself on the same level as her! No, Turk, don't make me do this!"

The white heat of Turk's fury made the words die in her throat. "Get your ass onto that bed!" he ordered. "Who the fuck are you to put yourself above that girl? She's an honest working girl. That's more than I can say for you! I'll give you just five seconds to peel out of that dress and spread your legs on that bed!"

"We could do it in my car, lurk!" Eunice protested. "It's got a nice, roomy back seat-ugghhh! Oh, watch it, Turk, you're, ugghh!"

In his rage, Turk had turned on Eunice, swooped his hips under hers, impaling her pussy on his oak-hard, oak-stiff cock and lifted her bodily from her feet. The unexpected fury of his assault had pried her right out of her shoes. As her body dangled helplessly from the impaling prong of Turk's mighty dong, her bare legs twitching pathetically, he smashed her across the face twice with all his might.

"I didn't ask you to come here tonight, cunt!" he snarled. "This was your idea, remember? You want to fuck, you'll fuck on my terms!" He flipped her onto the bed with a powerful heave of his hips and began to ream her with a viciousness that showed all too plainly his determination to get it over with as soon as possible.

Eunice lay there, smarting under the humiliation she had received in front of the whore. How can he treat me like this in front of a common slut and her John, she brooded. It soon became obvious to her, however, that the prostitute was paying her not the slightest attention. She was much too intent on pleasing her customer in whatever way he desired. Crouched on her hands and knees, the young woman had sucked the man's balls between her lips and was mouthing them, mashing them with her tongue and palate, slavering over them like a beast feeding at a trough. As her saliva drooled into the hairy valley between his legs and over his ass, she enthusiastically lapped it up again.

Watching the whore from the corner of her eye, Eunice now noticed something that dismayed her considerably. The young woman was far gone in pregnancy. Why hadn't she noticed this before? Then she remembered this was the first time she had ever seen her completely in the nude; previously, she had always worn a loose shirt of some kind and had remained at the far end of the bar.

Tonight, however, the girl's condition was startlingly apparent. In her present pose, crouched over the man, the great rotundity of her strained, slickly gleaming belly grazed the bedclothes. Her tits had swollen to twice their normal size and her ass was an enormous surge of jelly-quavery flesh that bounced and quaked with the slightest motion of her hips. As she licked the man's balls, his hands went to her pendulous boobs, caressing them, rolling the protuberant nipples between thumb and forefinger, yanking and jerking them as if he were trying to pinch forth the milk that would still be weeks in the coming.

The odor of the girl's pussy and ass was very noticeable to Eunice, especially as, in her ecstatic thrashings she was constantly in danger of ramming her privates right in the older woman's face. The girl's crotch exhaled an exciting, musky odor as it streamed with sweat from both her orifices.

Now the whore had removed her lips from her customer's genitals and planted her mouth squarely on his. As she swung around, his upraised pole grazed her pussy. She flinched away. "Not tonight," she murmured to him. "I'm too far gone. It wouldn't be safe. I'll do anything else you like, though. How do you want it?"

The man smiled up at her, Kneading her ass flesh like two great balls of dough, he said, "I just want to suck your pussy. I freak out on pregnant pussy. Hair pie is always my dish, but a nice, fat, juicy pregnant cunt-mmm, boy! Outasight! Is it okay? Can I slip my tongue between your legs?"

The whore grinned happily. Sprawling with her back against the foot of the bed, she said, "Help yourself!" Scissoring her legs wide she exposed the warm, livid gash of cushiony pink flesh between her lower lips. She took the customer's head in her hands and pressed his face to her muff. "Kiss my cunt first," she urged him softly. "I love to be kissed there. Kiss it like you were kissing my mouth. Don't just suck it, make love to it. Be gentle with it."

The man obeyed. Crouching on all fours he began to kiss her pussy lips. Gradually he became more ardent. Eunice watched uncomfortably as his huge cock and balls swung uncomfortably near. The man had horrible dark, hairy balls, just like a Great Dane's, and his dick had a repulsive, raw look about it. Why was that, she wondered. In the next instant she found out. He raised his dripping face from between the girl's fleshy thighs and said, "My prick is so hot now it could almost come by itself!"

The girl smiled exuberantly, and said, "See what happens when I jerk you with sand paper? I told you, you'd enjoy it."

The customer cuddled the angry-looking purplish-red tip in his hand and said, "Next time I want you to make it bleed. I want you to rub it raw with sand paper, then prick it with a pin. I'll bet I come in your hand!"

The whore seized him by the hair and thrust his face against her vagina again. "I'll prick your prick any way you want me to," she promised, "but for now, suck my twat. Eat me, eat me hard now. Let me see what you can do with that hot tongue of yours."

Using both hands, the man separated her fat, swollen pussy lips by sheer force and rammed his face within the enormous cavern he thereby opened up. Not only his tongue but also his entire face was engulfed in the chasm of her twat, slithering and drowning in the voluminous outpour of sticky honey that gushed from unseen wells.

The girl's face was contorted with erotic frenzy. She began to slobber and froth at the mouth as she mumbled, "Oh yes, that's the way I like it! Poke your tongue up further, further. Oooh, it feels like your tongue is two feet long. Can you feel my baby inside there? Can you? Go ahead, tickle my baby's ass with your long, pussy-sucking tongue. Suck my baby's dick. Go ahead, you can do it! Oooh, I can feel it, mister. You've got those thick fat lips of yours wrapped around my little baby's dick and you're sucking him, and sucking him. Make him come in your mouth. Go ahead, take all night, if you like!"

The man's fervor was truly maniacal. Crouched on his knees, his face swallowed up by her pussy folds, he commenced to jerk his dick frantically. Eunice watched uneasily as, totally oblivious to all around him, he swung his penis in a wide arc. Suddenly, it happened. Eunice gasped in revulsion as the first viscous yellow gobs tore loose from the madly jerked tip and spattered across her thigh.

At that moment, the steely-hard snake's head struck a hammer-like series of blows within her. Turk's cock was beating a venomous drum beat against her womb and she knew he was coming. She was on the verge of orgasm herself.

Shit, shit! She was being drenched in sperm! The whore's customer, jerking himself off with insane recklessness, was vomiting his snotty, creamy sperm all over the bed. Over her thighs, onto her ass, spattering her breast, soiling the bedclothes. Turning on him, Eunice felt the angry words die in her throat. Disgust turned to pleasure as she watched the greasy droplets smash against her upreared thighs and dribble down her skin. Surreptitiously she shifted her body slightly to take the full impact of his pulsing syrup.

"Yes," she murmured to herself, "this is the way it ought to be. This is the way I want it!"

Inwardly, she resolved that if another opportunity like the present one ever came up, she would take full advantage of it. If only she hadn't been so arrogant and haughty! If only she'd acted faster! She could easily have grabbed the man's cock out of his hand as soon as he started to jerk himself. She could imagine the oozy, squashy feeling as his come erupted over her hand, drowning her fingers in sticky warmth as she jerked him ruthlessly, twisting it into a corkscrew in her fervor. Or she could even have popped his dick into her mouth and gluttonized on the rich outpouring of heavy cream. What a waste to let his nectar spatter uselessly over the bedclothes! She could have done whatever she liked with the stranger's tool. He wouldn't have cared.

But would Turk have cared? This was the question that tormented her as she drove home that night. It had been a good fuck. Turk hadn't failed in that department. But he seemed to grow increasingly cooler with each passing week. She didn't mind it when he physically abused her. Quite the contrary. She loved it as much as ever when he hog-tied her and laid into her with his brass-studded belt.

Even his mighty snake's head cock wasn't striking with the old force. It was slower to' come up. Faster to go down. Would the night inevitably come when Turk wouldn't be able to get it up for her at all?

Shit! She shouldn't even think of such things. The thought of suicide flitted momentarily through her brain as she mused on the possibility of losing Turk. Fishing in the glove compartment, she drew out a flash of vodka and took a long, hard swallow. Then she drove on.