Chapter 3
Sitting in the coffee shop at three in the morning, smiling at Linda, then looking back down at the four bills which lay next to the cup of steaming coffee she was sipping, Kathy could not beheve what she had just done and where she had just been.
Outside, on the sidewalks of night, lone cars went by swiftly. Some of them honked, from others, laughter spilled out, like glass falling out of an open truck. Streetlights made pools of brightness in the overpowering blackness of night. It was a strange hour to be up- Streets were mostly deserted, with humans few and far between. It had been a long time since Kathy Eaton had been up at that hour. It had been an even longer time since she had sucked a man's cock. It had been over ten years since she had sucked the cock of any man other than her husband, and never a white cock. Kathy Eaton was growing up fast and hard.
Linda tapped her and offered Kathy a cigarette, which Kathy took. Linda had one of those long, green cloth purses that looked as if they were for change, but in which women kept their cigarettes.
Many feelings were riding around in her chest. Some of the feelings flew away before she could even put her finger on them. That was such a frustrating, nagging feeling. There was nothing she could do about it. Such things had happened to her before in moments of great tension and wonder and confusion. The best way to handle it was not to think about it, but go on to the next subject, and let tomorrow bring back what had been lost. But the sheer loss nagged at her and prevented Kathy from easily going onto the next subject.
"Like it?" Linda asked. She nodded at the fifty, the two tens and the four singles on the counter, next to the coffee cup.
"Yeah." Kathy's chest heaved as she said that. She let out a sigh.
"You don't look too happy," Linda said. "The money is good."
"It's not the money I don't like. It's what I have to do for it."
"'You just had to blow a guy?' Linda shrugged. "Big deal. Haven't you blown guys you didn't really like because they took you out on a nice date and treated you swell?"
Kathy looked at her. "Not in a very long time. And not for money."
"The money is just for company, dear. The sex is something extra that you throw in. And sex isn't always the end result of every party we'll be going to. Let me be frank. I was the same way. Then I got used to it. You will, too. You may not think so, but you will." There was an interval of silence between them. Kathy broke it.
"The whiskey helped, the Miltown helped, and the guy I was with was a super guy. I enjoyed it, to be honest, but now I feel guilty."
Linda shook her head. "Never feel guilty about joy. It's one of the few things men and women have to make this rough life of ours bearable."
Kathy sipped her coffee. It felt good. Foods and drinks had a different taste at three in the morning than the did around suppertime or at three in the afternoon. Maybe it was the mood of the moment that played such tricks on a person.
"Look, if you're bothered, let me give you the other half of that Miltown. It'll calm you down."
"I don't want to become a pill freak."
"You won't. This is just a temporary crutch, till you get over your present dilemma."
"Alright. You can give it to me when we get back in the car. I feel so damned funny about everything. Good and bad inside. Do you know what I mean?"
"Unhuh." Linda shook her head, even though she really wasn't sure. Now wasn't the time to say so.
They drank up, paid their bill, and left. Once back in her car, they pulled out and headed for home.
Linda looked across at Kathy. "There's another date tomorrow. Want to come?"
"Another date?"
"That's what I said."
"I don't know."
"Look, honey, seventy-five dollars is nice money for six hours of less of work. But it don't last long when bill time comes around. It won't even take care of that rent problem you have. Now that your Sam has skipped town and isn't paying anymore alimony, you have troubles. He probably has some other woman and doesn't want to be short changing her."
The look of pain, hate and worry this sent across Kathy's face made Linda change the subject quickly. "You'll be needing more cash. Not just to pay your rent, but to take care of food, gas, electric, the phone bill, clothes. Now that you're in this line what you wear begins to count. Good clothing can make a girl look more attractive till she has to take them off." Linda smiled. Kathy didn't.
"If a man forms a good impression before you take off those clothes, he's liable to keep the impression even when you take them off. And in that department underwear counts for a lot."
"What's wrong with my underwear?"
"Nothing, if it's for wearing around the house or going shopping in." Linda asked Kathy to open the glove compartment again. "There's a blue bag in there. Take it out." Kathy did, shutting the glove compartment as she removed the bag and what it contained.
"Open the bag," Linda said. Kathy did and extracted what was inside. She gasped. It was a sequined, pink G-string.
"That's what you'll wear."
"You've got to be kidding," Kathy said sharply, looking at Linda.
"That's what the men like. Do it, you'll never be sorry. You won't be wearing it for long," Linda said it with a smile.
They were almost home by then. Linda stopped the car and Kathy sat there a second before throwing open the door and getting out.
She bent down and looked back in. "This has been some night."
Linda pointed toward the G-string. "Try it on, see how it fits." With that she started the car and drove off, leaving behind a pungent, white cloud of smoke.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Kathy Eaton went up on the sidewalk, then across it to the front door of her apartment building. She took the elevator up to her fifth floor apartment, unlocked the door, stepped inside and put on the light.
The room had that stale odor of closed up places, when someone comes into them from the outside. She sniffed and made a face. Looking around now, the room seemed somehow strange. It seemed strange the way a familiar place would seem after weeks away from it. But she had been away just hours. But this time, when Kathy Eaton left the apartment, she had been one woman. Now she had returned a totally different person.
She threw the G-string down on a chair and began to peel out of her clothes. She wanted a smoke, but remembered she had no cigarettes. All evening Kathy had been bumming cigarettes off male guests, and coming home Linda had given her cigarettes. It didn't matter. She would be better off smoking less.
She stripped till she was totally naked. Then, Kathy looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was the same, yet somehow mysterious and different. She decided not to think anymore about it and shut off the light, then got into bed, glad for the cool sheets so smooth against her still hot and bothered body.
Kathy remembered that Linda had not given her the Miltown or told her about tomorrow's gig. Oh well, she could talk to her on the phone tomorrow. Before Kathy could think anymore, in the middle of a thought in fact, the curtain of sleep came down on her and she was out to the world..
Sunlight tickling her face was the first thing Kathy Eaton became aware of. A strong, hairy man was chasing her down an alley. She woke suddenly, opened her eyes to a bright rectangle of sunlight across her face, and shut them again quickly.
She said, "Oh," became aware of the bad taste in her mouth from too much whiskey and smoking and the light throb in the back of her head signaled the beginning of a hangover.
Kathy sat up too suddenly and the headache throbbed into full life. She fell back down against the cushion under her head and lay still. All the memories of last night returned.
Kathy opened her eyes, a bit confused and tense. She again sat up, more slowly this time. Her face was sore from all that blowing she had been doing. Kathy smiled at the thought of Fillippo dancing beneath her wonderful mouth. She grinned at the reaffirmation of her powers as a woman.
The thought of that seventy-five dollars made her purr like a cat over a saucer of fresh, warm cream. The hangover wasn't too bad, just a mild one. It would go away as the day wore on.
Kathy got out of bed, went into the bathroom, took a piss, then looked at her bloodshot eyes in the mirror. She grabbed for her shower cap and bubblebath and got in the tub. She turned on the water, began adjusting the flow of hot and cold, and sat down like some regal queen.
It was time to clean herself up. Tonight was another date. Another seventy-five bucks. She wished the gig was already over and the money was in her hands right now. But that could not be. The whole day and night were ahead of her. She would just have to take it one hour at a time. A tight knot formed in the pit of her stomach. It was washed away the next moment by thoughts of money and the sweet fragrance of the bubblebath washing across her flesh on the arms of lukewarm water. Her creamy brown skin glistened and glowed with good feelings, cleanliness, and the health of a powerful young body.
In a short while she was out of the bath and was getting dressed when the phone rang. She ran over to answer it, shaking her head to move her lustrous black curls more evenly out over her shoulders and back.
Kathy picked up the telephone and said, "Hello.';
"That you, Kathy?" Linda asked.
"What's up?"
"The party tonight is for six. Be waiting for me in front of the house around five-thirty. Do not be late."
"I won't be," Kathy said, bristling a bit at Linda's sharp reminder.
"Good," Linda answered, ignoring Kathy's tone. "The money will be the same as last time. The host pays us when the evening is at an end."
"Will I have to blow again?"
"Honey, you may have to take it in the armpits. How the hell do I know what you'll wind up doing? You could wind up with a lucky streak. I knew a girl once, good looking, too, who went through eight parties in a row without once even being asked to suck dick, fuck, or anything else. The same thing might happen to you."
"I sure hope so."
"What's the matter?" Linda asked with a laugh. "Did that old fuck last night tickle your tonsils too hard?"
"He wasn't an old fuck," Kathy answered sharply. "He was a nice man. He was quite virile and pleasant to me."
"Well, let's hope you're lucky and all of your beaus are so nice. I'll have to be signing off now, but I'll see you at five-thirty."
"Sure, bye." Kathy hung up and went to get dressed. With all that money burning a hole in her pocket she figured she might as well buy some groceries and other items she needed.
Kathy didn't take over half an hour on her shopping spree. She stopped in the liquor store and bought a hundred proof bottle of Southern Comfort. With her mild hangover troubling her, she might as well drink it away. And Southern Comfort, sweet and strong, was one of her favorite whiskies.
She returned home, and before even taking the things that she had bought out of the bag, she opened the Southern Comfort, poured herself a swift slug, and was about to drink it down when she remembered what a friend once taught her about drinking on an empty stomach. She put the glass down, the whiskey sloshing out a bit on the table, the pungent aroma of the Southern Comfort filling the air, making her mouth water.
Kathy took out bacon, eggs, pepper, steak, Coca-Cola, Corn Chex, milk, Maxwell House Coffee, lamb chops, Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup, a box of Celentino's chocolate-covered, liquid-filled cherry centers, and started taking out pots and pans.
She still had soap and white bread in the house. Kathy started making breakfast, working in a flurry, suddenly hungry, her enthusiasm taking the edge off her hangover just a bit.
Soon the air was fragrant with the smell of scrambled eggs, pepper, coffee brewing, bacon frying. There were crackles and sizzles and bubbling sounds.
Kathy went to the bag and found the one item she had missed and not taken out yet, a carton of Kent filtertips. She took the empty bag and put in in the empty plastic pail by the sink. Now she would have a recepticle to put her garbage into. The past few days she had even been running out of paper bags.
Kathy shuddered at the way she had looked before this new job and smiled at how she looked after her new job. She began to sing while cooking her food, getting dishes from the cupboard and washing them.
"My foolish heart sings.
"My foolish heart is full of so many happy things.
"My foolish heart sings."
"It leaps, it runs, it's full of joy.
"Oh, my foolish heart sings."
She smiled to herself. It was pretty good. The tune was from some forties musical, but the words were her own. Kathy was surprised she could pick them like that. Perhaps, she told herself, in a moment of great exuberance, she should have been a songwriter.
Then she began to sing the theme from the musical, "The Man of LaMancha." But she changed it around so that it came out this way:
"To dream the magnificent dream.
"To Fight for a better life.
"To be rich and not poor anymore." She held the note, then went on.
"To be happy and gay, full of life, and with money to burn." Again, she held the note.
"To be rich and a bitch, that for me is the magnificent dream."
Gaily humming, she began to take the food off the fire. She got plates and scooped the food off the skillets and into the plates. Then she set the skillets in the sink for washing later on. Washing dishes, pots and pans was something she never liked, but had learned to do fairly well.
The eggs were good. She put a bit of black pepper on them, not too much. Black pepper, her grandmother once told her, wasn't good for the lungs. She got the coffee, added two sugars, and stirred. Kathy liked her coffee black.
The eggs were just right, fluffy without being too wet. The bacon was crisp, tasty, not too fat. The coffee tasted good. The cigarette she lit was wonderful. But the first cigarette in the morning was always wonderful. After a day of smoking, when your lungs felt like lead, a cigarette just wasn't the same any more. And that first fresh cigarette from the pack made the smoke seem better than it might have seemed after number twenty.
She began to clean up after eating. She wanted to hum, but that hangover was getting a bit bigger. It had been fading for awhile. When she was done cleaning, Kathy got the glass of Southern Comfort.
The smell of it, sweet, yet sharp, came to her nostrils. There was something fresh about a newly opened bottle of liquor that one didn't find in a bottle that had been standing around open for several months.
The drink went down well. It burned a sharp trail to her stomach, warming her insides, sitting well atop the meal just finished. She sighed.
It was well past noon, and yet it seemed to her as if it were still morning. But she had gone to bed later, gotten up later, and now had spent time shopping and eating. One look at the clock showed her it was almost three.
Time sure flew when you were a working girl. This time yesterday or perhaps the day before Kathy would have been sitting around the house, moping, wondering when Mary Tyler Moore would come on the tube so she could kill an hour watching TV. But here it was, three, and her day had barely begun. In a little over two and a half hours she would have to be downstairs, dressed, and ready to show some stud a good time.
Kathy finished her drink and poured herself another jolt. The bottle had at least thirty more jolts left just like it. She stubbed out her cigarette and took another.
It was one of those days when she didn't have enough time and nothing to really do with the little time left to her. It seemed as if her life was divided into periods when there was too much time and periods when there wasn't enough. -Kathy decided to do her nails, perfume her body, and try on the G-string. She did each of those things, finding the G-string a bit too tight. But the sequined, pink beauty of the G-string was just the thing needed to accent her loveliness.
Lighting another cigarette and taking her third slug of whiskey, Kathy found the hangover slowly fading. Years ago, when she had been a much lighter drinker, Kathy didn't have any problem getting high after two slugs. Now she was barely feeling it.
She sighed twice, stretched, and looked at the clock. It was time to start on her hair. The combing, the spraying, the make-up that would have to be apphed to her face, would all take hours. Maybe some women were faster, but Kathy took her own good time about it. She liked being careful and meticulous with her appearance.
She sat down at her dresser mirror and began. All the while, Kathy would stop and go into the kitchen to pour herself another slug and get another cigarette.
She found herself smoking and drinking a bit too much. But she also discovered that in drinking the tension that had begun to build as the hour approached was moving away. And, taking the place of all that tension, was a warm, satisfying glow, even a bit of pixy-like devilishness. She smiled at thoughts of herself prancing naked through some bedroom, with a muscular, hairy white man rushing after her and smacking her ass.
Around five she left the table, her hair done, her make-up all apphed, her face slightly silly looking from too much whiskey. The hangover was long gone. In its place had come the hot glow of medium intoxication.
She walked, entirely naked, except for the yellow satin bedroorti mules she wore, toward the pink sequin G-string that lay across the room, waiting for her to put it on. Her wonderful ass and fantastic thighs and calves rippled with her movements. Halfway across the room she stopped, and with a smile stared over her shoulder at her reflection in the dresser mirror. She obviously approved of what she saw. Her tingly laughter filled the air.
She went and put on the G-string, thinking, with a satisfied smirk, of what some lucky man would say on seeing her. Then she began to dress in the same outfit she had worn yesterday. Kathy did not wear a bra. If things got going she wouldn't need one for long.
Somehow, she did not find herself dreading-what was to come. Not as much as she did yesterday. Some of it no doubt was due to the liquor in her and some of it was because of the way she had enjoyed herself with Ronnie Filhppo. Also, she had been in the furnace once and knew what to expect, and wasn't as frightened as she would have been facing it raw for the first time tonight.
She walked, a bit woozy, from the bedroom to the kitchen, and got a fresh pack of Kents, then got her bag and keys and left the apartment, locked up, and went downstairs to wait.
Once she was down on the sidewalk, Kathy realized just how much whiskey she had had. Perhaps she had tippled a bit too much. But it would mean that she would be nicer to whomever she met at the party and less of a stiff. Whatever she had to do, it would come easier now.
Three fast honks one after the other, cut through the air. Kathy turned. Linda's big, shiny Cadillac was turning onto the street where Kathy lived. It came to a stop in front of Kathy and the door was thrown open by Linda, who leaned back into place behind the steering wheel.
Kathy got in, finding herself not only a bit woozy, but her coordination was off. "I can smell it, girl," Linda said. "You been drinking."
"Unhuh. But I'll bet my speech isn't even slurred."
"No it isn't. How do you do it?"
"It's not hard. I only had eight or nine shots." Kathy's eyes screwed up. ""Maybe it was ten. It couldn't have been more. At least two-thirds of the Southern Comfort was still in the bottle."
"Well," Linda said with a smile, "you won't be needing that Miltown tonight."
"No, I won't."
Linda started the car and pulled out into traffic. "It's good you didn't drink more," she told Kathy. "Women get silly when they get sloshed. That's why I never drink much at parties. But then, I don't need it. You might. But I think by a few parties from now you'll be able to go cold turkey."
"Where are we going?"
"The Jade Room of The Armbruster Arms."
"Armbrewster or Armbruster; maybe I didn't hear you right?"
"You heard me right. Armbruster. They named it after some old time cattleman, I think. Someone like that. It's a fancy place, more folksy than the last place we were to and a lot less rooms to it also."
"What kind of men will we be meeting?"
"Men men. The kind of men who like a good ass, a fine pair of firm tits, great drumsticks, and aren't afraid of saying so," Linda answered with a laugh.
"I mean, what do they do?"
"Some of them sell cars, some of them are meat salesmen. They belong to some sort of lodge."
"Meat salesmen! I don't want to be graded like some cow!"
Linda laughed. "They won't grade you. You see, they sell beef by the freight car, and they're having a big celebration to mark their selling of one hundred thousand tons of meat in just two months. And since they belong to one lodge they've invited everyone in the lodge, whether they're beef salesmen or not."
Kathy shook her head. "Imagine one hundred thousand tons of juicy, raw, red steak."
"I am imagining it," Linda said, "and it makes me hungry."
Kathy fell silent after that, her drunkenness gradually lifting. By the time they reached the Armbruster Arms, she was able to walk without too much of her wooziness being noticeable.
The Armbruster Arms was a stucco and brick hotel about seven stories high. It was a big place with green lawns, trees, and a large asphalt parking lot out behind the hotel. It was rustic rich. Quiet and probably quite expensive, Kathy realized. They parked in back, got out, and went into the lobby.
"I see Margaret Drummond's car out back,"
Linda said. "That means she's here and Sue Babcock, too. They usually go together." The acid tone in her voice showed how she felt about the women mentioned.
While they waited for the elevator, Kathy studied the decor. It was rustic. Lots of big cowheads, whips, dusty serapes, sombreros and cowboy hats hung on the walls. They took the elevator up to the Jade Room. It was a funny name for a room in a hotel like this.
When they got upstairs, Kathy saw that the room was painted green, with little imitation jade Buddhas in niches in the wall and gold painted leaves all over the place, around the niches and along the corners of the ceiling. There were chandeliers and flickering lights. The owner had probably been on a trip to the Orient and when the fancy came over him he did this room up in a Chinese flavor, the only big change in the entire atmosphere of the hotel. It was pretty daring by Texan standards.
The party was going on at the other end of the room. Margaret Drummond was there. So was Sue Babcock and some other girls Kathy did not know, and who hadn't been at the party last night. There was a buffet table and men around it, with loud giggles, asses being pinched, and tits being squeezed.
The large Jade Room led off at the far end, on the right and left, toward two hallways, with rooms opening off of them. The buffet part of the Jade Room was for functions, with the middle just for guests who used the rooms leading off to both sides. There didn't seem to be any guests up here. Perhaps this section was opened up just for the heavy visitor season.
Kathy and Linda walked toward the assembled men. Some of them spotted the women, pointed toward them, and several smiling, red-faced men in cowboy outfits, started toward them. The two women broke into professional smiles and sped up their walk.
"Well, well," the men began to laugh. One, with blonde hair and a hard face, broke into an even wider smile. He extended a hand and shook with both women.
"Howdy, ladies. My name's Bart Howard." He pointed to several other men, some in their thirties, some in their forties. "This is Sam Spatton, Fran Stewart, Ed Travis." The woman shook hands with all of them. There were a jumble of faces, hands, smiles. Other men crowded around and greetings were exchanged.
The women were then led over to the buffet to eat and were given drinks. Hands immediately began to fondle them and pinch and grab. Kathy even liked it a bit. She laughed out loud, threw back her head, and exposed the long, smooth sweep of her neck. Sam Spatton moved forward and kissed it. She laughed some more.
There was music from a jukebox on the side. Eddie Rabbit, Johnny Paycheck and The Kendells did their bit. Kathy cast a glance at Sue Babcock and Margaret Drummond, and for a moment saw looks of pure hate in their eyes. She was popular and therefore competition and an enemy.
Suddenly Sue said, "Let's dance." Before Kathy knew what was happening she was in the middle of a cleared space dancing, first with Sam Spatton, then Bart Howard, and after that Francis Stewart and some other man, then Ed Travis.
Travis looked to be the nicest of the men there. He had a hurt, puppy dog look in his eyes. It was a look that even the gleaming festivities could not hide.
This drew her to him. She studied his long, weatherbeaten, sun-browned face. She liked his eyes, his brownish gray hair, his hard, boney hands, the long, strong fingers, the way he grabbed her ass, giving her an almost shy smile. She smiled back as if to say it's okay, go ahead.
With the music and festivities moving along, Sue Babcock looked at Margaret Drummond. She smiled satanically and then said, "Let's have a strip contest to see which of us has a better body."
Kathy felt a little hot in the face, then said to herself, "Why not. I'm good. I have nothing to be ashamed of." She had never done this in front of many men before. Why not now? If strippers on stage could do it, so could Kathy Eaton..
The men licked their lips as Sue Babcock began wiggling her hips and slowly taking garment after garment off. Margaret Drummond joined in, as did some girl Kathy didn't know. Then Sue looked at Kathy.
"How about you?" she asked.
"Yeah, how about it?" Bart Howard wanted to know. With the men clapping, whistling, shouting encouragement, she began stripping. Her sweater went first.
The alcohol in her veins made her bold. She danced around the.circle of watching men, wiggling her tits, enticing them, letting them grab feels, laughing, her laughter like pure, sparkling water rushing to the sea.
She then began a sultry strip in which she removed her slacks. She now saw that all eyes were on her and not on Sue Babcock. Sue was livid with rage. She had been outfoxed and outstripped. Kathy removed her slacks, threw them to the side, and stood there naked except for her pink-sequined G-string.
The men were clapping, walking over to her, laughing, pinching her ass. Some were grabbing feels of her cunt, while others fondled her tits. The alcohol and all their attention made her giddy.
She looked at Ed Travis, licked her lips, and gave him an extra special smile. He made his way to the fore and said, placing one hand on each tit, "Give a guy a chance. Let me meet this girl."
"No, you don't," Sam Spatton said.
"Oh, yes I do," Travis answered. All this was done in a semi-friendly, red-faced, alcoholic high.
Seeing the possibility of a potential brawl developing, Linda Gilstrom rushed in and took Spatton by the arm. "Come, you haven't seen me naked yet."
Wanting to take away attention from Kathy, Sue Babcock and Margaret Drummond rushed forward to get men. Ed Travis, his hands still on her tits, led her toward the middle of the room to a green cloth-covered, modern Danish teakwood couch. The noise and cheer behind them abated a bit, They sat down. He let go of her. "It's good to have someone so nice and young to talk to once in awhile."
"Isn't there anything else you'd like?" she asked seductively.
"Are you offering?"
"I don't generally offer, unless it's asked for, or if I like the gentleman in question."
"Well, well," he answered, his eyes brightening considerably. "And if I ask you, would you come with me into one of the rooms back there?" He nodded with his head toward the corridor on their left.
"I might." His face twitched. He touched the cheek where the twitch was and when he took his hand away the twitch no longer bothered him.
"I don't ordinarily go with just anyone. But in your case I might make an exception."
"Why don't you get us some drinks at the table," he suggested, his voice suddenly husky with passion, his eyes mean slits which stared out at the world. All his troubles, whatever they might have been, were gone for the moment.
She got two drinks at the bar, Scotch and waters, and brought them back to him. Staring beyond him to an open doorway that led to a bedroom, she nodded and said, "Come on. We'll have more privacy in there."
Travis looked, smiled, then rose and followed her. Kathy grinned back over her shoulder at him. She knew where his eyes were. Her ass was her major feature. She knew that much by now.
Once inside the room, he shut the door and pressed the metal circle in the center of the steel knob. It depressed and stayed. The door was now locked.
Kathy turned, gave him his drink, and began to sip hers. The Scotch was good and smooth. It burned a warm trail down her throat. She looked out through the glass of the sliding doors that led to the balcony. The white gauze curtains swelled in the light breeze skimming across the surface of the city.
"They say Houston is the city of the future," she told him.
He shrugged. "I couldn't care less. You're the only future I care about." He put his drink down and moved toward her.
Kathy smiled suggestively and put her drink down too, then let herself be taken into his arms. Close-up his skin looked darker and more wrinkled than from afar. His gray eyes held spots of hardness in them. His lips were twisted in a cold sneer. She knew what he wanted and that he would get it.
He smelled of aftershave lotion and too many cigarettes. His hands were hard and searching across the soft, warm, trembling flesh of her smooth, supple back.
"Super bitch," he whispered.
"What?"
"Super Bitch. That's what I've always called a great female. The kind of woman who could send me or any other guy to the moon."
"We're on the seventh floor of the Armbruster Arms Hotel, not at Cape Kennedy," she laughed.
"We could be at the bottom of the deepest mine shaft in creation and you'd still send me."
Travis didn't say anything more. His mouth came down on her soft, painted lips and he kissed her tenderly at first, then harder and hotter as the passion took hold of him.
His cock rose, tented his pants, and pushed against her cunt. She felt him through her G-string. Then his mouth was grinding away left-right against her yielding lips.
Kathy found she didn't have to fight herself in order to kiss back. Travis seemed so hard, so young, so powerful, so human after their talk.
Her lips melted and she found herself kissing him with growing passion. Perhaps it was the whiskey rushing through her veins, perhaps it was just the magic of the moment.
The sound of honking traffic on the boulevard below was faint up here, Kathy felt his tongue push out between his lips, then past the barrier of her lips.
He touched the wet, silken insides of her mouth. He licked at her, teasing, jabbing, playing with her tongue. She was encouraged to play with him. Her tongue was soon jabbing and slipping and sliding. Over, under, around and against each other, their tongues danced. She licked his tongue all over and he touched every far, dark, unknown corner of her mouth as he explored each detail.
She could feel the excitement growing inside of him, how hard his cock had become, and the frantic searching of his hands. Hot fingers rowed up and down her back before coming to rest on the soft supple globes of her ass.
Travis ran his hands over every square inch of assmeat. He touched it all, like a conqueror exploring a vast contient he did not even know existed.
His fingers ran over the smooth slope of her cheeks, across the sides, then around the underswell. He held the big, heavy globes, trying to lift them, as if to see how much they weighed.
Kathy smiled. She knew she was well endowed in the ass department. She even flexed her cheeks a few times to show him the power of her meat.
At last, his fingers probed along the divide between her cheeks, then ran along the lightly-haired groove and across the puckered brown rose of her anal flower.
She shivered with anticipation and trembled with fear. Kathy would soon find out if he was one of those men who enjoyed it the Greek way, but then his fingers passed. Still, that didn't mean he didn't like Greek. Any man would like Greek if a shapely, juicy, greased and ready asshole was offered to him. To resist a bowing woman, with wide-spared cheeks and her ass in the air, was a difficult thing for most men.
Travis' fingers resumed palpitating and patting the globes of her ass. His tongue did not stop jabbing, exploring and touching every point in her mouth that he could get at. Then their lips parted.
Their faces stayed close. He was gasping, sucking air into his lungs, as was Kathy. Their chests heaved. Her tits were rubbed up against his shirt. The touch of the fabric and all that rubbing made her nipples harden. They were sensitive enough already.
His mouth again came down against her lips. She accepted the kiss with a feeling of great joy. Thrills and chills were rushing across the rippling plain of her smooth belly. She could feel the hairs on her cunt stirring.
His hands were exploring once more. Then his fingers dug down into soft globes of flesh. They dug deep into fine assmeat. Travis buried his fingers to the hilt. She shivered at his touch. Ten fingers were now buried in her meat, past the second knuckle, holding her firmly.
He began to palpitate the chunks of ass he had speared. Travis hissed and kissed her harder. The sensations of heat from each chunk of ass were just maddening.
His mouth twisted from side to side against the soft, trembling thickness of her wonderful lips. Kathy began to shiver. The shivering passed in a single wave from her toes to the top of her head. As the wave passed it left each cell of her body vibrating with insistent energy and need. Her brain was swimming inside of her head. The scene behind her closed eyes was a chaotic one of lights, sounds and feelings.
New energy flowed to her mouth, which began to consume his lips with power and need. He was surprised. But before she could sweep Travis away, he responded by kissing her harder still, by ramming his tongue back into her mouth.
He licked at, stabbed at, and lashed out at her. Kathy pushed her tongue up at his. Both of them jab dueled till they were exhausted and pulled back., When Travis tried to pull his tongue back into his mouth, she sucked at him with her lips. Finally, Travis pulled his exhausted tongue from her mouth. He was gasping. His chest was heaving. His tongue was tingling all over.
Kathy smiled and began to sensuously grind her hips around and around. Travis held onto that wonderful ass for dear life.
He pulled his mouth from hers and turned his head to the side, then hissed. Kathy smiled some more and ground her hips more wildly against him.
Travis felt his cock grow and grow. It was so big he thought it would smash through the front of his pants. His cock became longer and still harder till his zipper was forced down by the tenting of his pants.
Still Kathy kept mashing her G-string clad cunt against him. She held onto his body tightly, circling his waist with her arms and pulling Travis closer and closer.
He closed his eyes and several spasms rushed up and down his lanky frame. Then Kathy stopped, let go of him, moved away and back. Travis let go of her ass. The places where his ten fingers had dug hard and deep tingled as blood flowed back in.
Smiling like a vixen in deep heat, Kathy brought her arms around behind her and began to undo her G-string. Travis saw what she was doing, his face red, his eyes wild. He licked at his lips a few times, and wiped sweat from his forehead.
The strings were undone. Kathy pulled the G-string loose and let it drop down one leg, then stepped out of it. She left the G-string on the floor and walked toward Travis with a slow, long-legged gait.
He eyed the black, glossy hairs of her plump cunt mound. He eyed her thick pubic lips. He stared into the smoldering fires in her eyes and felt his own blood stir even more. The whiskey and the moment fueled her passion.
Kathy stepped into his arms. "TAKE ME, LOVER. TAKE ME AND DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME."
Her words made his ears and cheeks burn and turn red.
He took her in his arms again and crushed her up against his body. The beat of his heart was savage and strong. The throb of the hardening cock in his pants had reached the bursting point, or so it seemed.
His hands went Once more for the meaty cheeks he so loved and hot, hard fingers dug deep, spearing twin chunks of assmeat. She moaned against his mouth.
Her breath was hot and moist as she exhaled. They kept breathing in each other's faces. Their breath washed over their faces, caressing each other's flesh.
His hands rushed down her ass as he let go of the flesh he had speared and parted her cheeks. For a second his fingers dug into the hot, rounded swell of her ass, then he let go of her cheeks and went for the next point of interest, her groove.
Eager fingers rushed along the hot, sweating ditch to her anal flower, Kathy knew that if he was back for more, then he was one of those asshole artists. She hissed. It would mean walking with a limp for a few days. But what the hell. She liked Travis. He seemed human and not animalistic. And the beer and pills she had taken were serving to cushion any doubts she had about going through with this.
Smiling, she closed her eyes and tried to relax her asshole. Kathy knew by now what was coming. His middle finger quickly speared her anal flower, which swelled around his intruding digit. Kathy realized it was the middle finger of his left hand doing this. His right hand moved away and he again took hold of a big chunk of fine ass and began to palpitate it with love and lust. Kathy said nothing. It hurt just a little bit. But the sensations of heat and fire being sent out through her ass and the sudden intrusion of his finger up her bunghole made Kathy shiver with anticipation. Tonight Travis was going to set her bowels on fire!
Giddy feelings raced up her belly and across her chest. Her nipples hardened a bit more. Each time her tits were rubbed against his chest a shiver of pleasure passed through her lustfully irritated nipples. Like widening ripples on a pond they passed through her taut breasts, then deep into her chest. Kathy opened her eyes. Her smile was wider, her breathing sharper and deeper, the fire in her eyes gone suddenly wild, were hotter.
Her lips, Travis saw, were trembling. They became softer. He could tell by her reactions that she was ready to surrender. He could sniff and feel her. The very beat of her heart, the heat of her flesh, the tremble of her body against his, all told him she was ready. He could do anything he wanted to do. She had even told him so. And her reactions showed him she wasn't lying. Every word she spoke was the word of truth. Travis swallowed. Then his finger probed deeply into and up into her asshole!
His thrust was not hard to achieve. Her asshole secretions had greased his finger. He went up hard into her. Travis continued pushing his finger, but more slowly, working in a corkscrew motion till all of his finger was in her asshole.
Kathy felt her sphincter muscle being pushed out, swollen around his finger like a doughnut around a thick cigar. Her insides were already rippling around him to push his finger out and were providing an invigorating massage for the finger inside her.
Kathy knew Travis wanted to put more than his finger into her asshole. She closed her eyes and pressed her soft, yielding lips to his hard, brutal mouth. Passion made him a more demanding lover.
His tongue speared her mouth, pushing out between his lips and then against her lips. She did not resist him, but opened wide and let Travis shove deep into her.
Without any warning his tongue began to piston back and forth at the same time that his finger began to piston. He was fucking both her mouth and her asshole.
She began to clench her buttocks, closing her ass hard around his finger and leaving him momentarily immobile. While this occurred she began to suck at his tongue with the same power and vigor she would employ if it were his cock plowing the soft folds of her loving mouth.
Travis kept twisting his lips around on her mouth, driving her mouth and face down, squeezing the single buttock he held, continuing with his vigorous fucking of her asshole. But finger fucking and cock fucking were two entirely different matters.
His hard cock was close to bursting as it pushed up against her belly, and his balls bulged against her cunt. Kathy rotated her body and pelvis several times against him.
The answering gasps, the jerks of his body, told her all she needed to know. Kathy Eaton was a great and effective piece of ass.
When he tore his mouth from her the second time, he whispered, "Let go of me. I'm going to undress. Then, when I'm done, I want to fuck you in the ass. Ever had a cock up the old bunghole before?"
She nodded, with a knowing smile. "Well, you haven't been fucked by a pro. There are asshole fuckers and asshole fuckers. I'm going to show you what a good asshole fucker is."
He let go at the same time she did. Travis reluctantly let go of her throbbing asscheek and removed his finger from her asshole. He was sorry to do so and Kathy was sorry to see him go. Her asshole felt empty now, without his finger sawing in and out. But she knew that very soon a bigger and so much better object would be pushed up into her.
She stepped back and watched him undress, working in a rush to accomplish the task. He kept eyeing her, throwing nervous smiles her way. She wanted to tell him not to hurry, that they had all the time in the world, but didn't. Curiosity, a strong component in every woman, held her tongue. She wanted to see what Travis was made of.
He got his suit jacket, shirt and tie off, then his tee shirt. He sat as he removed his loafers and socks, then stood as he unbelted and unzippered his pants. Then he worked them down and got out of his pants, tossing them over a chair, not even bothering to fold them neatly. This was a man with a craving need. His need could be clearly seen. It was poking up into the air, swollen with lust and full of good juices for her mouth, cunt and asshole. A spasm of heat passed up and down her frame at the sight of him.
In one swift movement he pulled down his shorts, stepped out of them and tossed them atop his pants. Now he was naked from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
Kathy saw that Travis had a lean, muscular frame, lightly tanned, except for where he had worn his bathing suit. His skin there was an unreal milky whiteness.
His stomach was a flat plane of rippling muscles. His crotch hairs were a kinky mass of dull-colored brown, not the lustrous brown of his hair. His cock was thick and around six and one half inches long. It was reddish now, the purple and blue veins, arteries and veinlets across the surface bulging with extra blood. His balls hung down below in a dark brown, hairy skin sac. They swayed! a bit with his trembling. She could just imagine them stirring uneasily as her mouth worked his firm manhood.
Kathy went to him. "Sit down and spread your legs. You need a bit of T.L.C. before I put it where you want me to put it."
She looked up at him, her eyes sparks of fire. Kathy saw he didn't know what T.L.C. meant. Maybe his mind was seething with too many thoughts and passions for him to be able to think at all.
"That's Tender Loving Care, sweet stuff." With that, she took hold of his sturdy shaft with a deft left hand and raised it. The way she moved told Travis this was an experienced woman who knew her way around men.
Kathy should have known. In her youth she had been wild and had gone with many men, males her own age and married men. She had learned the ways of good, firm cock. Later, when she married, Kathy stayed loyal to her husband, sucking his cock with true wifely devotion five times weekly when he wasn't in the mood for any muff jobs.
Now she applied the expertise of years of fooling around and years of marriage as she knelt between the legs of Ed Travis and readied her mouth for some lustful cocksucking.
Her mouth came open and she exhaled. Hot, moist air touched the trembling velvet of his cockhead. The dew in the slit at the apex of the head began to flow. It ran down the side of his cockhead in two narrow streams and then stopped.
She exhaled again. He trembled in her grasp. She opened her mouth wider, brought her head down and swallowed the knob, then shut her lips. She held him tight. It was the delighted, gentle hold of a devoted cocksucker.
Her pink painted lips throbbed around his inflamed meat. Each time the thick master artery running along the thick underside of his cock pumped a new load of blood through his meat, she felt the throb and it sent another burst of flame racing through her heated, rippling, aroused body. The joy of firm manhood, fully inflamed, would now be hers, both in the mouth and then in the asshole.
She opened her mouth wide before moving her face and lips down along the hard length of his cock. Kathy swallowed four firm inches and began to suck in short, savage bursts.
Travis broke out in a sweat. Beads of perspiration rolled down a face suddenly wrinkled with passion, over eyes shut tight by overwhelming sensation, and across cheeks red with lust.
She tongued in savage, machine-like bursts. Lashes of red fire rushed up his cock and into his body. His burning prick vibrated with what he was doing. His teeth tingled, his mouth came open, and formed into a crooked, gasping hole.
Kathy increased the power of her hungry sucking. Her own cunt was stirring with churning need. The sucks gradually died down as the first burst of fiery passion died away.
She finally stopped sucking altogether. Then Kathy began to move her mouth across the flaming flesh while her face grew firm and the skin across her delicate bone structure tightened.
Her mouth rode his cock with power and precision. In a steady cadence Kathy rode the hard flesh. First she would swallow in four inches and then she would let him out till just the tip of his cock was in her mouth.
Each square inch of flaming skin surface was touched by her trembling lips. They swished across him, rode over the tremoring flesh, and left pink smudges of lipstick on the surface of his wet prong. The lipstick soon merged into the darker background of the overpowering redness that had covered his aroused pole from tip to base.
Kathy felt the strain in her face muscles, around her lips, inside her mouth, and in her neck. But her mouth did not slow down even once. She pressed her lips more tightly against the bulging, twitching surface of his cock. Then Kathy began to add speed to what she was doing.
The sheer effort of moving so fast across the hard cock beginning to jab against the back of her throat was having its effect. Kathy found her face muscles and jaw screaming for relief. She gave them no relief. Her mouth was a merciless whirling dervish across superheated meat. The muscles of her neck corded.
Sweat ran down her cheeks and across her shut eyelids. Rivers of hot, salty sweat rushed from her hairline, down her smooth forehead, and along the sides of her face. Kathy sucked on, ignoring everything else.
At last she loosened the hold of her lips a bit and brought her teeth down, upper and lower, to scrape lightly across the reddened and super sensitive skin of his stem. She moved her mouth so that she stopped before reaching the extra sensitive cockhead, and swallowed more than four inches back into her mouth. Each time Travis rammed into the back of her throat.
Kathy took this and forced down the tickle and the urge to cough which followed each bump. She swallowed, let him back out, and kept on scraping.
The flash of sharp purple-tinged sensations caused Travis to sit up straight. Every muscle on his body flexed, became hard, and was covered by a thin film of sweat that made him glisten like a man of bronze at high noon.
His face kept exploding into a mass of wrinkled lines. He looked like he was attempting to lift a thousand pounds of weights during each try. But Travis wasn't lifting anything. He was sitting there, his legs parted, being blown by one of the best cocksuckers he had ever encountered. Her mouth was an endless tunnel that worked him into a hot lather and made him longer and stronger with every passing moment.
He gasped, shivered and hissed. Words tried to come to his lips, but were wiped away by the sheer force and power of what she was doing to him.
At the last second, her teeth went up and away, then her lips came back down to gently massage the stem that she had so aroused and lustfully irritated. Her mouth was an endless, merciless instrument, but now she was riding herd on it.
Soon it would be time to drop him from her mouth, then raise those cheeks and spread them wide so he could shove his prong up the old anal passage.
Kathy wanted to suck him all day long, but decided this was as good a time as any to drop him from her mouth. Her lips opened wide and Travis slipped out, hard, red, quivering, saliva-slickened, some saliva dribbling off the end.
Slowly his eyes came open. His lips widened in a smile as he looked at her, kneeling between his wide-spread, hairy, muscular legs. Her chest was heaving down and her darling tits were heaving along with her chest; the nipples, sharp tips, like daggers, pointing up at him. Her lips were soft, trembling, wet, appetizing to the eye and just as good to kiss or have around one's instrument of joy.
He looked into her eyes. They were like wet pools of white with brown cherries for pupils. They were laughing eyes full of spirit and adventure.
"Okay, get up on the bed," he said breathlessly, surprised at how difficult it was for him to speak.
She stood up, staggering a bit, and moved back to allow him to rise. Travis stood, finding that his legs had no strength left. He seemed to hunch over as he rose. The tongue action had sucked the power from his body and made him weak in the legs.
Kathy smiled at him as she went to the bed, got up on it, and knelt, her ass up in the air, smiling back at him over the long slope of her back. He watched the eager quiver of her ass globes and the smooth elegance of her back.
"Like what you see?" He nodded without saying anything.
"Get my bag," she said. He barely walked to the blonde wood bureau where her bag was. "Look inside," she said when he got there.
Travis did. He found a wallet, some change, a make-up purse, a comb, Kleenex, and a long, slim plastic and tinfoil packet of petroleum jelly.
"Bring over the jelly and grease me and then yourself." He dropped her bag without bothering to shut it and staggered over, half-stunned by the thought that he was going to fuck this fabulous, good looking black chick in the ass. His cock quivered at the very thought of what he was about to do.
Kathy kept smiling encouragement at him as Travis ripped open the packet, then squeezed some Vaseline out on his fingers. His entire body was shivering so badly, he was hardly able to stand.
But Travis kept himself under control. He began to massage the Vaseline across the puckered and swollen brown ring of her anus.
The tremor of her asshole was evident in his very fingertips. He squeezed some more Vaseline from the packet, this time across his left middle finger.
Then he began to corkscrew his middle finger into her asshole. The grease and her willingness made the work easier than expected. Travis pushed without letting up on the pressure in his finger. He went all the way up into her. Her young, hot, powerful asshole, squeezed at him. There was a delicious hot throb to her tight anus. Soon that hot throb would be felt on his meat. His cock trembled at the very thought of reaming out her bowels.
Both of them were shivering with the high passion of the moment. Travis greased a second finger and introduced that into her asshole. Then he introduced a third finger, this time without greasing it. She had enough Vaseline in her to take all ten digits.
She said not a word as she stared down the slope of her back at the fingers now sticking out of her ass. Travis kept them there as he squeezed the remaining Vaseline out along the tremoring length of his hard shaft. When there was no more he threw the packet aside and began to smear the Vaseline around and around his cock with his free hand.
Once he was fully greased, Travis looked up at her. Their eyes met and locked. Their lips smiled. Their teeth shone in the semi-dimness of the room.
There was a moment of long tension as he withdrew the fingers that had paved the way and opened her asshole wide. Then he took his cock in hand and put it to her partially open and waiting asshole.
Kathy took a deep breath, held it, closed her eyes and waited. Then he touched her and in the next second pushed in and up. She felt him enter with greased hotness. His cock was much wider than his fingers, bunched together, had been.
He went up steadily, insistently and endlessly. She swallowed his cockhead and still he came. The feel of him made her imagine there was a lot more cock going up into her than could really be the case.
Kathy opened her eyes, swiveled her head on her shoulders, and looked back and down. She saw his wide, white, glistening tool slowly being shoved up into her swollen open asshole as his hands grabbed and held her wide and fleshy hips.
Kathy turned her head back around, once more closed her eyes, and rested her left cheek on her folded hands. She said nothing, but took the slow, steady advance of hard cock up into the tropic, molten far reaches of her steaming bowels. She still remembered the look of ferocity, anticipation and concentration on his face as he was pushing that fine, firm tool up into her ass.
She began to grunt and feel a swelling in her lower half as the hard log of his lust-swollen manhood went into her faster than she had been ready to take him.
Kathy worked frantically at keeping her panic down and relaxing her asshole for him. Her guts churned. Her asshole rippled down in automatic movements that she did not even have to think about as it pushed at this strange invader.
He pushed without stopping once. She felt a lash of dull pain rush up the left side of her asshole sleeve and hissed. Travis seemed to like that, she realized. His cock hardened in response to the hiss. Maybe he was a bit of a sadist.
More than half of his tool was in her now. Her asshole seemed to be opening for him with more ease than before. But then, toward the end, he began to push a bit too fast. Kathy brought her head up with a quick gasp. Her eyes opened. Golden stars flew past her field of vision.
Then he stopped. Travis had pushed it all into her. Kathy felt the entire length of his cock, from tip to base, being massaged by her shocked and violated asshole sleeve.
She brought a hand back and felt, in the brief space between her and him, for his cock. She could hardly feel it. He was wedged into her to the hilt. Her cheeks were flattened down against his legs and abdomen. His scratchy crotch hairs were tickling her asscheeks.
Travis held still for a second. His eyes were shut tight, sweat ran down his forehead, then across the smooth curvature of his eyelids. He could feel the delicious strugglings of her asshole around him and the throb of the nut of his cock, so deeply into her. For him, at that time and in that place, she was just a vat of well-shaped flesh to fuck till his body could fuck no more. He trembled once, then opened his closed eyes, looked down at her, and began to slowly pull himself out.
Travis pulled his cock out till just the head was in her. He could feel her sphincter nip him, and the quiver of her ass under his fingers. Then he began to slowly and powerfully return his meat into that hot, delightful pocket he had opened just moments before.
He pushed back up into her till he was ensconsed to the hilt. Travis went no faster than the first time, but now Kathy took him with ease. The lance of pain shooting up her asshole sleeve was weaker. Her head swam with the thoughts, heat and colors flowing into her skull from all parts of her body, especially her behind.
Travis pulled out, only halfway this time, then rammed in hard. She grunted. He began to piston his cock into and out of her with short, steady strokes that made her asshole convulse in swift and violent spasms.
Each time he vacated her, Kathy's asshole would attempt to shut tight, but then he entered again with forceful thunder and opened her wide once more. His cock was a sizzling poker in her ass.
To Travis, fucking like a blind man suddenly given sight, this was one of the best ass jobs he'd experienced so far. His entire frame shook with the excitement of the moment.
He almost had to pinch himself to believe his luck. Here he was, at a stag party, fucking a hot, sultry, fine black fox. And her body was superb. His mind reeled with the effects of the pleasure he was receiving.
Just the thought of her and the molten lash of her asshole reacting, made his cock grow another half inch. He touched seven inches, a length he rarely achieved while fucking just any woman.
Travis laughed out loud in glee as he jabbed in and up. He went a bit faster and harder. Her head swam. Her tits hung down; hot, heavy with passion; the nipples pinpoint hard; triggers that would explode the landmines of her breasts, and set off a whole series of blasts within her, and make her entire frame a mewling, groaning, grinding mass of sweating black flesh; being ruthlessly and most lustfully ravaged by the fierce prong of this lewdly aroused white man.
"FUCK THAT ASSHOLE, WHITEY," she gasped as she arched her back and shoved her ass back against his downward plunging cock.
Scenes of all the men who had tried to make her, flew before his mind's eye. He laughed at them now. He had her and that was all that counted.
Kathy gritted her teeth and began to wiggle her ass to work off the tension and heat brewing inside her body. She gasped under the effects of what he was doing.
Her moving about made him gasp, too. Her movements caused his in and out dancing cock to swing to the left and right. It made him grunt and sigh with joy as blinding flashes of fire rushed through his head.
"OH, BITCH," he muttered, "YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY. I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE, I CAN'T TAKE IT. GREAT LUCIFER'S GHOST, I'M GOING BONKERS!"
In response he increased the level and force of his fucking. His cock became a living spear of hellish flesh. It danced into and out of the wide hole in her ass that he had temporarily created.
He tore rather than sliced into her body. His spear filled her vitals, then raced back out. He was aided in each evacuation by her powerful, downward rippling anal sleeve. But he fought his way up and back after every exit. And in this battle her asshole lost. Each loss was accentuated by a great series of anal convulsions. Every exit was aided by the super bursts of energy from her downward rippling asshole.
His body smashed into her ass on every return stroke. Her cheeks were splayed. There was a light smacking sound as flesh met flesh. Their organs and connecting parts were on fire with what the passionate stroking had achieved.
Kathy tried to lift her head, but it fell back each time. She seemed to have almost no power, except in her ass and cunt. She gritted her teeth and felt her cunt churn and lust for a cock, any cock. But there was no other cock for her now than this fine cock making a woman out of her the back way.
Her bowels were a sheet of white flames as he bashed through all barriers to fill her with his incessantly needing tool. She took every inch he was offering her. Kathy's tits shook with the effort. Each shake, each movement, made her nipples sting with fire. They were so hard and had swelled so long and thick that there were moments when she thought they would burst. But they didn't. His fucking grew more intense.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she repeated over and over. It was her hypnotic litany. She said it between clenched teeth, the words yellow fire across the screen of her tightly shut eyes.
His cock was an endless and merciless instrument of ruthless and overwhelming power. Kathy hissed under his ravagement and loved every moment of it.
Frantic fires raced between her cunt and asshole. They passed through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her ass. She felt the huge, thundering tool of his mighty cock through the membrane. Kathy sighed and wished it were fucking her cunt at the same time it was reaming out her asshole. The pressure of it kept rubbing across the insides of her lustfully irritated cunt and making her gasp and hunger with still deeper and newer needs and desires. Her cunt meanwhile churned and went without the fulfilling, satisfying cock she so desired and panted after. Only her asshole was getting it, and receiving a bit more than she had bargained for.
Sheets of sweat streamed from their naked, heated flesh. They glistened like pagan sacrifices at some temple to an ancient and ruthless god of some distant cult.
He fucked her now in longer but slower strokes. She writhed around his cock as he began this new pattern. Travis took his meat out to the head, then rammed back into the hilt. His glistening tool almost hissed as it was shoved up into her.
Kathy kept wiggling her ass, riding his sturdy pole of meat, squeezing at his cock, taking every inch he gave her and seemingly asking for more. She was becoming hotter with every passing second. Kathy not only didn't complain, she egged him on, asking him to fuck her till her eyes popped. Kathy was out to show him that she was the last of the wild assholes, and Travis was proving to her that there were still some hard studs left in the world.
His cock was a ruthless battering ram, which opened her wide and splayed her ass as he came in, ripping through all opposition. His cock was a flaming spear. He was all-powerful, able to do anything and everything and proving it to her and himself.
He increased the speed of his strokes and began to fuck her asshole with ruthless jabs that buried him from head to hilt inside of her every two seconds. In and out in under two seconds, that was his pace.
Her head came up still higher and her back arched still more. Every muscle on her body rippled under the smooth sheen of her sweating, glistening, creamy brown flesh.
She gasped, twisted, and muttered words that died in her throat. Waves of savage orange fire were passing from her asshole through her cunt, then across the rippling, smooth plain of her bellly to her swaying, overheated tits at the same time that flaming messages were being sent to her brain along the tingling tree of her spinal passage.
Her mouth was open, her teeth no longer clenched against one another. Her mouth had turned into an open, hissing pit of dark wetness and shining, predatory white teeth. Her teeth glinted like the fangs of some wild dog searching for a female bitch to mate with in the tall grasses of some moonlit wilderness night.
Her head and neck had arched so much that they were pointing up at the ceiling. Her'body was up on all fours. She reacted to his every move. Her ass danced as if it were full of black pepper. Her fingernails dug into the bedsheet and the mattress below. The bed creaked with the fervor of their amorous labors. The bedsheet grew damp with the endless running of their mingling sweat.
Travis was half hunched over her, as if they were playing some nameless, almost silent game. His sweat ran across the many wrinkles and muscle bulges on his chest, then caught for short seconds in the curled, wiry, now damp hairs, before falling off onto her back to join the flow of sweat down her sides and along the groove of her back.
Their gasps, curses, mewlings, hisses, groans, grunts and epithets, filled the room and the air around them, touched the walls, bounced off and faded away.
Some of the sounds even traveled out the window and died in the mutter of traffic on the boulevards of night below. The sounds of the boulevard could be heard even this far up, but not to their ears. They were deaf to all but the muttered gasps of deep and undying passion.
Every time his balls bounced against her opening and closing, hair-fringed slit, Kathy would hiss and hope for one or both balls to get caught inside her cunt so that she could clench her ass muscles and give him the same sensations his cock was giving her. But she knew that was an impossibility. Still, hope welled eternal in her heart and mind. Every inward thrust of his cock brought those wonderful, hairy balls smashing into her tremoring cunt. Her asshole would give an extra burst of activity when his balls bashed into her cunt. This was due to the fiery reactions within her cunt, reactions which passed immediately into her ass.
Travis let go of her cheeks and with grasping hands searched for and found her tits, which he began to play with. He held the heavy mangos of molten delight in firm but gentle embraces and palpitated the supple flesh.
In her present aroused state each press of his fingers against her broiling body sent blasts of heat and fire across her chest and out to every corner of her torso. This only served further intensify the sensations, flames, twitchings, and convulsions in every corner of her flaming flesh.
Travis had been gripped by an unswerving passion that had turned him into a wild, fucking animal. His cock was a pointed nail of living meat, which he just had to drive into the velvet sleeve of her tight asshole.
Her ass danced under him like a washing machine gone wild. But not for one second did Travis stop his ruthless thundering into her tropic depths. It was the asshole he lusted for and it was asshole which, in good measure, he was receiving.
His mind turned to mush under the constant assault of endless and continually stronger sensations racing along his spinal tree until one crowded into the other. His heart by now was beating so fast he couldn't have counted the beats had he wanted to.
Her asshole squeezed so hard that his cock was unable to move several times, and once he felt as if he might blast off into her right then and there. But Travis held. He fought down the lust riding around now in his balls and causing them to clench up into his body.
His cock was powerful enough to still deliver those long head to base strokes that buried him as deeply as possible in the dark reaches of her sweltering ass. Travis even increased the speed of his strokes and had to grit his teeth and point his chin at the ceiling in reaction to the almost unendurable feelings and waves of heat rushing through him.
His thrusts became overpowering toward the end. His buttocks and thighs clenched and each stroke was rammed up into her with great strength and the determination of the man behind the piledriver.
Travis fucked her like someone possessed. He wasn't just fucking Kathy Eaton, he was fucking the symbol of her ass. He was trying to fuck the very asshole out of the woman.
And Kathy was going crazy. Her mouth was open and low-pitched messages of fear and surrender emerged from the inferno of her soul. She was a woman losing control, moving down into an endless vortex, and knew it.
She took every stroke without moving away, not even able to. Kathy not only wiggled her ass, but began to clench at him with her buttocks and inner, secret asshole muscles. This was to get him excited even faster and to a higher pitch, so he would shoot his essence even sooner into her clenching, squeezing, sucking asshole.
Travis let out a yelp, which died in his throat as the emotion of the moment reached fever pitch. All this was taking place in fractions of a second, yet seemed longer, slower, full of greater background details, which he could never quite grasp.
Travis kept palpitating those heavy mammaries he held onto for dear life. Her asshole was an endless well, which his cock would never be able to completely fathom, and the way she was working him told Travis for sure that this was a professional asshole. Hers was no ordinary street ass. This wasn't some girl you picked up and fucked in the old bunghole. Kathy Eaton had been around. Hers was an asshole with practice. Many hard cocks had traveled up this ditch. Travis could tell. He had fucked more than his share of prime assholes and Kathy's was one of the tightest.
He was going about as fast and hard as he could. Travis felt himself all powerful, atop his sexual peak, but knowing it could not go on this way forever.
He couldn't punch faster. He felt his balls beginning to stir. At last, at last! He rejoiced. Now he would fill her asshole to the brim with his essence.
One more hard thrust was all it took and Ed Travis fired. He shot into her like a battery of rockets being launched against an enemy position. Great gobs of white flew out and struck her anal walls.
The touch of his sperm against her insides was like a great vat of acid being spilled. She hissed and arched and then came also. While Travis came, shaking, cursing, gasping, hissing, punching into her with all he had, her convulsing asshole milked him and dragged out his seed at an even faster rate.
His cock danced about inside her. As he shot, his tool bashed around within her as it flew in and out, but never once left the firm hotness of her asshole.
As this was happening, her ass moved in circles, making his cock wiggle even more. Travis stopped every few seconds as the waves of fire in his mind blotted out all else, then fucked on.
Her endless asshole milked and squeezed. Travis could feel her body stiffen below him, then let go in a frenzy of movement, stiffen, let go, and continue this way.
His cock was not an endless well. Gradually he slowed down. He pumped less rapidly, his cock now dry. Travis became aware of his ebbing strength, the sweat running in vast sheets from every pore of his body, his wet hair plastered to his skull, his mouth open to suck more and still more air into oxygen hungry, burning lungs. All of a sudden his legs and arms seemed to turn into rubber. He wanted to collapse then and there.
Sheer willpower kept him together and kept him fucking away at an asshole that seemed endless even now and more powerful than ever.
Finally, Travis could not go on. He had reached his peak and knew it. At-that point he stopped. Travis stayed, feeling her ass still rotating, her asshole still clenching, her body moving beneath his.
Travis had the same sensation whenever his car stopped suddenly, but his body was still moving forward. But now it was Travis who was the car and Kathy who was the body.
Less than a minute after he stopped, she did too, blowing out a huge gust of air. Kathy shivered, then let her body calm down, one section at a time. Both of them were aware of the powerful beating of their hearts. They didn't move, but stayed in place, sweated and waited.
Travis was the first to speak. "You are something else, little lady."
"You're not so bad yourself."