Chapter 4
The phone rang. It was early afternoon. Kathy got out of bed groggiiy. She staggered into the hall to the living room, bumping into things, her mind a haze.
When she picked up the phone it was Linda on the other end. "Hello Lynn," Kathy yawned.
"You sound mighty sleepy, girl."
"I am mighty sleepy. This partying late is making a wreck out of me."
"Want to quit?"
"Hell no. The money's too good and I'm getting to like this. Even the fucking is good. I didn't know there were so many good screwers in the world. Meeting all those different, exciting men, having sex with them in different places, is fantastic. I never want to change. Before this I was a wallflower and a damned poor one. Now I have money, sex and excitement."
"Hey, you really have taken to this life," Linda said with a surprised laugh.
"These past three weeks have been like manna from heaven, Lynn. I hope it never ends."
"Oh, it has to someday, honey. You know what the song says, 'When dames grow old, men grow cold'."
"Yeah, but one thing this girl has learned," she said, pointing to her chest, even though her friend could not see her, "is that cocks and not diamonds are a girl's best friend."
"Well, be that as it may, there's new work for us."
"Where?" Kathy asked, her voice quickening with excitement.
"The eighteenth floor of the Houston Sinclair Hotel."
"I don't believe I know it."
"Honey, by the time you're through with this damned business, you'll ..know every hotel in this goddamned city."
Kathy threw back her head and laughed, another habit she had developed since starting this new life. In the middle of her laughter the phone at the other end clicked. Linda was gone.
It was time to eat breakfast, take a bath, put on her make-up, maybe douche, then get dressed. Sometimes Kathy wondered why she was dressing up when she would just have to take it off at the next stag party. Maybe five or six out of all the parties she had been to had not ended up with her getting fucked or having to suck someone off. At one party, to her surprise, given by some wild mannered college professors, she spent her time drinking pink ladies and chatting about Medieval History. It had been boring, but had provided her cunt with a rest.
Her days were spent sleeping, partying, eating, washing and dressing. It was almost like going to the junior prom every night of the week, and each time with a different guy. Kathy hardly got a chance to watch TV. In fact, she didn't really give a damn about TV anymore.
She went and made breakfast, sniffing the good smell of sizzling bacon, almost purring in delight at the pleasure her new life was bringing her.
For once it was good to have money in the bank. It was good to know where the next dollar was coming from and that there was a next dollar. And more important, it was good to know that many more dollars would be coming down the pike in the near future.
Some of the party girls she met weren't having such a good time of it. Many girls did not get repeat business, as did Linda and Kathy. Men especially asked for her. Word of mouth advertising sure got around. She smiled and purred once more. She felt like a cat raised on a diet of red steak, caviar and cream.
Margaret Drummond once told Kathy, in a fit of bitchy jealousy, that repeat business and popularity was just a matter of luck. Margaret Drummond added, "I was lucky like that once. The good times won't last for you forever."
"That's not luck," Kathy remembered herself saying, "that's talent. You may have been popular once, but that was when you were younger. Forget the twenties, dear."
Margaret Drummond's eyes got so big you could see the whites all around the pupils, then walked off in a huff. Still, what she'd said got to Kathy. Maybe it was luck and the good streak would end and she would once again be penniless, waiting for odd jobs, never having enough cash.
Even now, the slightest hint of such a catastrophe befalling her made her stomach tighten up. She remembered quite well the nights she had lain awake, the sudden wakings at four and five in the morning, and the tremblings that would seize her. She shuddered, tried to force the thoughts down, and did. Such thoughts had no place in the bright sunniness of her present days. The past was the past. The present and the future were what counted.
Her food was ready. She put it on a plate and began to eat. Kathy wondered about the gig tonight. She wondered about the kind of men she would be meeting. But Kathy always wondered about that. She loved the food, the drinks, the atmosphere. It was the men that gave her the creeps sometimes. Her technique was to find the nicest one and cling to him. He would naturally be flattered and cling to her, and that would make her evening less frightening and sometimes very delightful. Kathy had found that even at stag parties there is tension and domination. Certain men are aced out by others. And with her background she usually went to the underdog, though not always. Sometimes it was good to go with a nice superman, he-man type.
She finished eating, put away the dishes, then went to shower and do her make-up. She was done by five-thirty and washed the dishes.
Kathy felt hungry and wanted another plate of bacon and eggs, but told herself not to have anymore. There would be food and drink galore at the party tonight. Kathy no longer had to drink to go to parties. A few drinks at the party and a mild high were enough to suppress whatever inhibitions she still had left.
She called Linda and got an answer right away. "Hi, Lynn, it's me, Kathy."
"Ready yet?"
"Unhuh. When will you be picking me up?"
"Oh, another hour. This party, I just found out, is a bit later in the evening then some of the others we've been to. Why don't you watch some TV meanwhile. It'll take your mind off things. The worst thing for a party girl is the waiting. That tension can upset you. And if someone is upset they're not at their best."
"Okay, I'll do that. I wouldn't want to flunk at this party."
"See that you don't. It's not good to flunk at any party any time." With that Linda hung up. Kathy found herself holding the receiver to her ear.
To no one but herself, she said, "I wish just once she'd say goodbye before hanging up. It makes things seem so abrupt. I know she doesn't mean it."
With a frown, Kathy hung-up the phone. She went and got a soda out of the refrigerator and went and opened the TV in the living room. It was a black and white RCA model. She'd had it for a long time. It was beginning to show the effects of age, wear and tear, and abuse. She reminded herself to buy another TV. After all, with the money she was making that should be no problem.
As soon as the TV came to life, she rose, adjusted the set, and switched channels. She smiled as "The Life Of Riley" came on, and went to get cigarettes. She had just three left. Kathy made a mental note to buy a new pack tomorrow.
She lit up a cigarette and sat down to watch, smiling at the bumbling antics of Riley, the snide barbs of Gillis, the clever support of Babs, Peg, Junior and Honey Bee. With a moment's wonder about where these actors were today, she began to watch and soon was engrossed in scenes and actions over twenty years old.
How she wished she could enter their world and leave her own. It would be fun to have Riley as a neighbor and Babs, Peg and Honey Bee as friends.
Kathy sadly realized those characters didn't exist except in the imagination of some writers now preserved on celluloid for posterity.
The show ended too soon for her liking. She wished it would go on and on, but, as always, it was over before she could even fully relax. Nothing like a good show or good book to make a girl fully relax, she thought with a smile.
She rose, shut off the TV, and went to check her make-up and get all the things she would need for tonight. Kathy decided to leave the apartment early, rush to the candy store at the corner, buy a pack of Kents, then wait out front for Linda.
She did just that, coming back to the front of her building as Linda was pulling into the street where Kathy lived. Linda honked and Kathy waved. There was a sameness about the greeting and honking that she disliked. With a frown she also realized it was time for her to learn how to drive a car and then to buy one with the money she was earning. Not that she had as much money as she wanted or needed.
The earnings from one night of partying had gone to pay for her food bills till now. Almost three nights of partying went into paying for the rent. The proceeds from another night of partying went into paying for the utilities and the phone bill.
Linda stopped the car and Kathy got in. They were off almost before Kathy could catch her breath. The familiar streets of the Houston downtown skyline slipped by. In a short while they were pulling into another cavernous underground garage. The smell of fuel, asphalt and rubber were thick in the air. By this time in life Kathy had learned to like the smell. There was something secure about it, like the scent of freshly printed green money.
They took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor. This was an experience Kathy enjoyed. The fast ride up, then the sudden stop, sent her stomach into her chest, it seemed.
The elevator came to the eighteenth floor, the doors opened, and they got out. Kathy wanted to go left, but Linda caught her by the sleeve and said, "It's to the right. I've been here before. There have been other parties in this suite."
"The hotel knows what goes on?"
"Maybe they do, maybe they don't. But they don't say anything. Stag parties pay the bills. And that's all any management cares about when it comes to the bottom line."
Kathy nodded her head in agreement. They walked together down the narrow halls, passing doors till they reached the number they wanted and rang.
The door opened. Lights, faces, laughter, smiles, the smell of food and liquor hit them all at the same time.
They walked in and found other girls there, ahead of them. Neither Margaret Drummond nor Sue Babcock was present. The usual pinching and smiling went on.
There were introductions, grinning faces, handshakes, drinks pressed into their hands. Kathy looked around and spotted one man there who didn't seem to be having a good time. He was a pleasant looking man, around forty-five years old, with black, balding hair, warm brown eyes, and a bit of a goatee. His glasses glinted in the faint light.
As the crowd swelled and fell back she made her way along the buffet table till she was next to him. "Everything smells so delicious and looks so good," she said.
"It is," he answered, casting approving glances at her. She caught where his eyes went and smiled. He liked her. He sounded nice. Now for the kill.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
He moved his left hand in a wavering manner, like a plane having trouble flying.
"What's not to enjoy?" she asked.
He laughed. "Enjoyment is good if you have no troubles on your mind. A man with a load is a man who's only half there."
She wanted to grab his balls and make him all there. "Want to talk about it?" Kathy had found men wanted a shoulder to lean on. They wanted someone to talk to. Just as men often unburdened themselves to hookers they did the same with party girls.
Kathy smiled and added, "Let's go into a quiet corner and talk." They picked up drinks and made their way out of the crowd to a corner couch next to a hallway leading to bedrooms. He looked longingly in that direction. So did Kathy. That too would be his, she decided, if he wanted it. But first it would be best if he unburdened himself.
They sat down, sipped their drinks, and smiled at each other over the rims of their frosted glasses. "This is good," she said, trying to sound bubbly. The bubble died on her lips at the look on his face.
"You should enjoy yourself, you really should," she said. "You should lift your wings and fly."
"If I flew too high I'd fall down. But you don't want to hear all this."
"Sure I do," she said, putting encouragement into her voice. As she said that, his resistance broke and he began to talk about himself. Frank B. Drazen told her about his ups, his downs, his hopes and dreams. Finally he told her about his big chance to make it as a car dealer salesman. He began to talk in earnest about the new job he got and the doors it was supposed to open for him. Kathy listened and kept shaking her head.
"At that time in my career," Drazen explained, "I went to work for Selnor and Gable. They're a firm of used car dealers up in Dallas. It was a smooth, big operation. They sold maybe a thousand cars a year, and had ten slick salesmen to do it. You made your own salary. They paid a base of one-fifty per week. The rest was commission. A woman named Cornelia Whyte owned the firm. Her husband, Duke Whyte, managed the operation. She inherited it from her father, Donald Selnor. He'd bought out his partner, Wyeth Gable, back in the early fifties.
"Like I said, it was a big operation. They didn't play around and they let you know they expected action. The best salesman there was a man named David Trailer. He was tall, with brownish hair, gray sideburns, a wide mouth, a friendly Texas drawl. He looked like a great friend to sit and have a beer with, a nice tall one to top off the day. But he was a mean, cold sonofabitch. He could smile like a shark and swallow you with that mouth of his."
Kathy Eaton was all ears. She drank up every word. The essence of a good woman, her mother once told her, was to be a good listener. And she was remembering everything her mother had taught her about men. Kathy was also remembering what other women had said and what she herself had learned.
"Trailer could smile into your eyes and all the time be slowly putting a shiv in your back. What a louse. I didn't like him. A lot of others didn't either. It wasn't just that he was taking away your sales. It was his dishonesty masked in honesty.
"I believed," he touched his chest when he said that, "that a good salesman was skilled in pointing out all the good points in a car. But you know what they say, a few rotten apples spoil the barrel. It's rotten apples like Trailer who make honest used car salesmen look bad." There was a thin line of sweat beads standing out on his upper lip.
"The only reason they hired me was because I worked before that for Johnson and Pettigrew, which is a pretty famous used car firm in San Antonio. I went to work for them primarily to show everyone how good I could do at the used car business. I'd been sort of a fuck-up as a kid and no one expected me to amount to a hill of beans. No one, not my mom or dad, or my relatives. I didn't like them. We were sort of the poor relations, if you know what I mean."
Kathy shook her head understanding. Drazen continued.
"So I put my back into it and tried to do my best there, just as I tried to do my best in all the jobs I took on. When I came home for Christmas and told my dad and mom I'd sold twenty cars in just under three weeks, they took it as if it were nothing. I expected at least a little pat on the back. I don't want to give you the impression I worked just for a pat on the back, but that was part of it. Most of the time I was working just to earn enough for bread and rent and so on. My dad was actually ashamed of me. He told my mother that when his friends asked what his son did, he turned them onto another subject. And he said this in front of me. I couldn't believe it."
"That's terrible," Kathy answered. "This time she actually meant it."
"I thought to myself that maybe my success hadn't been big enough. So I went back and tried harder. I was doing alright. Even Trailer had to take notice. I felt better about myself, more confident, that sort of thing. When I finally had forty cars sold I went and visited my old neighborhood.
"Some people were proud of me when they asked what I was doing and I told them what I'd achieved. There were people who didn't say much, but neither did they frown as much as when I was younger. There were some I could have walked through walls in front of, and they would have made nothing out of it."
"I've met people like that," Kathy said. "Sometimes it's happened to me."
"There was one guy in particular who bugged the hell out of me. His name was Jack and he'd lived across the street from the house where I lived as a kid. I guess he knew me from the time I was about ten till I was about twenty-five. Jack thought
I was some sort of idiot and always made fun of me. I told myself I would make him eat those words someday. I remember when he found out I got my first car salesman job. He came over and asked, 'Is it true what I hear about you getting a job as a car salesman?' I said sure. Well, he pointed at me, broke into laughter, and walked off still laughing. Nothing gets my blood boiling more then that. What about you?"
"Same here. What happened?"
"Well, about a few months after that he came over and asked if I still had the job or had I been fired. I just smiled and said I not only had the job, but they'd given me a promotion. Jack said my boss should have his head examined and walked off laughing to himself.
"When I got the job for Selnor and Gable he heard about it. He came over and asked about it. I confirmed what he'd heard and his reaction was about what I expected.
"There were a few more guys like that. Sometimes they walked by and made believe I wasn't there. Other times they said hello and came over to ask how I was doing, so they could get a laugh and all. The thing about it was that I didn't do anything to laugh at. I mean, I was doing alright financially. But all that didn't seem to make any difference. People just had an image of me, the way I'd been years ago, and nothing changed.
"My trouble was that I acted like a clown. That may be nice in the movies for the Marx Brothers. People laugh at that. In real life they think you are a jerk and you stay that way no matter what you do."
Kathy Eaton shrugged her shoulders. "You've had some tough experiences."
"Not that tough, but not that nice, either." He didn't say anything for a second, then added, "I realized I was going to have to do damned well just to be treated like other people. And the better I did the better I felt about myself, which was also good financially.
"Being with a first class sales outfit brings out the best in a man. I felt my delivery, my whole approach improve. Each month made me a better and more efficient person.
"I sold over fifty cars my first nine weeks with the firm. I felt damned good about that. You have no idea how damned good a guy can feel doing something like that."
She watched his face beam with pride. Kathy smiled. As a party girl she sometimes met men who filled her with tales of worry and woe, men who wanted not just a good cunt, but an ear to listen to them; some sympathy.
"And yet, when I went home to visit the folks, that good feeling evaporated. It was as if I'd done absolutely nothing. I would start talking about my sales record and they would just break in with questions about how this or that relative was doing. You see, some of my relatives never wanted to hear about my success. Either it wasn't very important or they made small of it.
"I'd sell thirty cars and they'd say it was nothing. Then I'd sell five in a row and they'd say that was okay. Then I'd continue selling and suddenly they'd say it was nothing. Then Pd sell some more and they'd shut up again.
"It was almost like playing the same record over and over when it came to them. Only each time the record would be at a higher level. It was just a general pain in the ass.
"And then I can remember when Jack found out I'd sold forty cars in a row. He didn't laugh so hard then, although he did make some fun out of me.
"Did you ever get your mother or father to change their opinion of you?"
"No, I can't say I did. I tried to get them to. It never worked. I thought for sure it would change by the time I sold sixty cars for Selnor and Gamble. Then I went to seventy and eighty and beyond that, but nothing changed, nothing."
He sounded disappointed and hung his head. She patted his arm.
"Don't worry, things will be alright."
"Everbody says that, but the sun seldom shines."
"It'll shine for you. Don't worry. It'll shine for you."
"Oh, it is shining for me, except for a few places."
"Come on," she said, getting up, "let's you and me get another drink."
He watched the brownish globes of her ass sway as she walked and felt a tingle along the lower half of his cock. The tingle exploded in the head and he began to feel a thickening and lengthening of his meat.
When she came back with the drinks, she nodded toward the bedrooms beyond. "Why don't we go in there and drink in privacy?"
He gulped loud enough for both of them to hear, his eyes doing somersaults.
"We can talk more about your troubles. And maybe we can do something about it." Her voice became low and husky. "Maybe we can do something about letting some sunshine into your life."
His face grew red. Sweat ran down his forehead, his lips became thin with tension, and his eyes wilder than they had been before. He didn't answer, but shook his head up and down, sloshing his drink out.
Kathy smiled and he rose and followed her into one of the bedrooms. She added accent to the sway of her big, brown ass, and looked over her shoulder to see if he was looking.
Drazen was looking. His eyes were wild and he kept licking his lips nervously. She had him alright. Now she was going to ring his chimes and put some brightness into his life the way only a really good woman can.
Kathy liked him, felt sorry for Drazen, and realized it was more out of sympathy than anything that she was going to do it for him. It wasn't a mercy hump, but close enough to the real thing.
He shut the door, locked it, then grabbed her ass. Kathy didn't turn her head. She laughed in the dimness of the bedroom. "Like it, honey?"
"Oh, you're fantastic," he said with sudden passion, putting down his drink, sloshing some of it out on the dark mahogany bureau.
He took her in his arms. Kathy went willingly, her lips an inviting smile. She put her drink down and put her arms around him.
Drazen's lips were hard when he pulled her mouth to his and kissed Kathy with growing lust. His hands were strong against her flesh. His cock was tenting his pants, pushing up against her belly. She thought to herself that if he had been a tiger like this on the lot he would have sold ten thousand cars by now.
He ground his mouth down against hers. She kissed back hard, her lips soft and insistent at the same time. His hands came down off her back and grabbed her firm ripe asscheeks. Strong, insistent fingers speared her assmeat, digging deep, feeling her inner warmth.
She moaned and ground her pelvis up against him. Drazen hissed, arched, almost lost his balance and fell down. He was shivering. His cock had grown another inch at least.
His response was not long in coming. He began to grind his meat up against her trembling, hot, hairy, moist muff. The two of them kissed harder in a long, endless kiss of swelling passion.
Finally, their lips parted, both of them short of breath, their chests heaving, her tits being rubbed up against him. The movement made her nipples tingle. Her eyes were slits of satanic lust. Her lips were open, soft, wet love lust, her lipstick smeared by their passionate union.
He waited only long enough to get his breath back, then kissed her again. His hands let go of her ass and instead began to roam up and down her cheeks, grabbing and squeezing her all over touching the rounded, extra fleshy contours of her firm bottom cheeks, where her ass met her upper thighs.
She hissed as he pinched the flesh and sent spasms of pink fire rushing into her asshole. She felt her nipples harden as her breasts were rubbed even harder against his chest. Kathy responded by rotating her pelvis against his cock.
This movement forced a great hiss from Frank Drazen. He pulled his mouth away and put his face to the side for a second. Her eyes came open to stare at him.
There was nothing much to see as his mouth again came down on hers. His lips this time were more insistent. His mouth ground down against her lips. His tongue pushed between her lips into the hot, wet places of her mouth.
With savage movements, Drazen touched her everywhere. His tongue was a jabbing spear of pink flesh. It was a powerful probe that tore at her tongue, which cringed back into her mouth. He swiped at the roof and sides of her mouth, then at the soft flesh beneath her tongue.
Finished, his tongue pulled back out. His lips pulled away again. They smiled into each other's faces, their breath coming fast and sharp.
His hands let go of her ass and rose to grab her conical boobs. He felt them, squeezed them, held them as, if weighing the firm flesh.
Then he closed his eyes a moment and sighed. When he opened them, she said, "Want me to take my blouse off?"
He nodded. She moved back, Drazen letting go of her ass. He was trembling like a man afire. She undid the buttons of her blouse. Then Kathy slipped it off. Her brown melons tumbled out; fleshy, appetizing, juicy. She shook her mussed hair back into place and threw the blouse to the side, then put her hands up behind her neck, her elbows pointing out.
Drazen tore over, his head dipping, his hands coming up to cup a melon of a breast. His mouth dropped around an aching, firm nipple, and he began to suck.
Kathy closed her eyes, shivered, and put her hands around his head to cup him to her. Both of them were groaning, while his sucking mouth slurped noisily and made her nipple longer and stronger.
He worked her nipple with his lips like a babe nursing at a bottle. And, as he did so, he felt her breast grow taut. Waves of fire, ripples, and spasms passed through her breast under the smooth, creamy brown surface.
His lips became savage as his passion rose a few more notches and his mouth really started to suck on her pebbly nipple. His fingers pressed hard against the trembling brown surface of her fine, fleshy breast. She gasped and shuddered. Kathy felt helpless in his grip. Waves of flame were dashing from her tits across her chest to all the far reaches of her body.
Drazen did not stop. He was a man on a winning streak and not about to cease his action now. Dropping the breast he had been working on, Drazen lifted her other breast and began doing the same thing.
Kathy threw back her head and exposed the throbbing brown warmth of her neck and embraced him, pulling him closer to her breast. She loved all that he was doing to her. Not only was she glad she had picked him, but Kathy was finding out what a fine, kind, considerate and professional lover he was.
She stood transfixed. For short seconds she was no longer a woman, but a planet, a heavenly body in unison with the earth, breathing and moving with cosmic forces. She felt like the great planet Jupiter, filled with passion levels of different bands, colors and thicknesses. Storms brewed at her surface and underneath. Demons, once in control, were rampant, lose in her broiling flesh. There were storm clouds, hurricanes and swift currents of varying intensity rushing about in each of her parts; her cunt, her ass, her belly, her chest, her tits, her brain, behind her eyes, through her intestines, down to her very toes.
"OH, DO IT, DO IT," she muttered, her eyes closed, her cheeks and lips trembling. Frank B. Drazen, never so happy before in his life, did it to her. This fine, foxy black chick was being sent to the skies by him and was making him gasp and groan in delight.
Pulling his mouth from her breast, he began to kiss her nipple, going around and around twice. Then he switched to her other nipple and did the same.
He lifted his red, wild, passion-shrouded face to her and smiled. Then his hands reached for and began to open her slacks. He worked the buttons at the side and pulled them partially down her wide and fleshy hips, exposing the blue of her gossamer panties. His hand snaked into her panties and down the front.
He reached for and found her furry beaver. Hissing as his fingers touched the lustrous black hairs, he began to pinch, probe and then pull at the hairs. His hand went lower. She laughed, moved her legs apart, and felt his fingers tracing the outline of her fleshy pubic lips.
Drazen was breathing like a house afire. He was as randy as a stallion on a stud farm. His lips were pulled back from his teeth, his nostrils flared, and his eyes blinked up and down rapidly as he found her cunthole and snaked his middle left finger up into the hot, wet darkness.
He hissed, twisting to the side, sweating even more, as he struggled to get his fingers all the way into her.
Kathy smiled. "PUT IT ALL THE WAY IN, LOVER. PUT IT ALL THE WAY IN." She shut her eyes, a smile of sheer bliss spreading across her soft lips.
Once his finger was inside he began to wiggle it around. His cock was hugely swollen in his pants by now. It had tented them, forcing the zipper down.
Kathy found his meat without even having to look. Her hand took hold of his cock through his pants and held the head and part of the stem in her strong, knowing fingers.
He gritted his teeth, shut his eyes tighter, and made oof sounds as he wiggled the finger around and around in the confined space. He could barely move his hand. She was driving him crazy, sending him up the wall.
At last he blew out a gust of air and said, "Take off all your clothes. I want to see your beauty."
"You do the same," she answered. "I want to see you, too."
He nodded as he groaned and pulled his hand out, shivering and sweating in the process. Then he stepped back from her opening his eyes. Purple lines and red sparks flew in front of his field of vision.
With his chest heaving up and down, he began to undo his shirt and pants. At the same time Kathy sat down and began to undo her slacks and shoes.
They smiled to each other across the darkness of the room. Her teeth and eyes were white-gray in the brown darkness of her beautiful face. To her he looked as red as a broiled lobster with the whites of his eyes wild pinpricks in his face.
She was undressed sooner than he was. Drazen had more clothes on then she did and was not as agile an undresser as Kathy proved to be.
She stood up, legs apart, her hands on her hips. He looked at her a moment, ceasing what he was doing. Drazen's mouth fell open. His eyes gleamed in an even brighter fire. He drooled. His nostrils flared. His face went through several spasms. He was shaking like a man holding a ten gallon jug of nitro and not wanting to drop it.
His eyes devoured the flat plain of her belly, the imperial majesty of her breasts, the fine swell of her hips, the statuesque brown columns of her legs and then the furry, black, gleaming triangle rising above the apex between her thighs. Her face was a laughing face. She was the nymph, Venus, risen from some cool mountain lake, calling to him, asking him to take her, to enjoy her every crevice. He shuddered.
His eyes returned again and again to her cunt. He licked his lips nervously. His mouth opened and closed like that of a beached fish. His chest heaved up and down as he gulped ever greater amounts of oxygen. But nothing could quell the rising fire in his flesh, the almost gargantuan swelling of his meat.
Her cunt was a throbbing mass of flesh covered by kinky curls. Rising above the hairy forest were her fleshy pubic lips. They peeked out, almost like the naked, rocky peaks of some mountain range, emerging from the covering green of a dense, endless forest.
"Hurry up, honey," she said with a smile. "Mamma wants to see your cock and she wants to see it now."
He hurried, getting out of his shirt and tee shirt, his shoes and socks, then his pants. He stood there, a big, hard man, some of him having gone to fat. He had a fairly hairy chest, thick legs, and his most important asset was still covered by his blue and white-striped shorts.
These were quickly stripped off. He stepped out of them and threw his shorts on a chair next to the big double bed. Kathy smiled. His cock was longer than average, just under seven inches of pure joy. Looking at him the first time she wouldn't have expected such a cock. There was obviously more to Frank B. Drazen than met the eye and she was glad her eyes had met a sight this pleasing. Not only did she feel good about bringing happiness to this man. It would also be a pleasure.
One of the men she had met at various parties Kathy had gone to had told her many women don't really shine until you take their clothes off. It's only then that their total worth is revealed to a man. Well, Kathy could say the same thing about certain men, including this one.
She moved closer, studying his cock. It was fairly thick, a dark brown-red, with prominent veins and arteries. It had a more pronounced bow shape then many of the cocks she had been fucked by. It also throbbed a bit more. His balls were not extraordinarily large, but they did hang down very far in a loose, skin sac with many folds and long, coarse, dark brown hairs growing on it.
She moved toward him, licking at her lips, laughing, letting her hand come out to hold him. Their lips against met in a kiss of ruthless passion. This time his tongue jammed into her mouth without waiting. It flicked about in a few short, lustful, rapier stabs before pulling back.
They were shivering. Each could feel the vibrations going through the flesh of the other.
His arms were around her again. She felt his powerful hard-on gouge at her cunt. Then his cock slipped upward and was pressed between their bellies. It felt good to have his throbbing meat against her flesh. He was hissing and kissing at the same time. She felt his hands come around her and touch her shoulder blades, then pull her forward against him.
She came to him with a slight oof and a softening in her lips. Her big, melon-shaped breasts were flattened out against his chest. The flattened, fleshy cushions were rubbed brutally against his hairy shape. Her belly was pressed against his. His cock was pressed even harder between them. It began to throb some more and grew another half inch. She felt his downhanging balls rubbing against the lustrous fur of her aching cunt. Her in-sides churned with a searing hunger for him, but Kathy held herself and let him have his fill of her mouth and body. Her nipples had grown more sensitive during their looking and kissing. Now, pressed against his chest, her nipples were lustfully irritated. They grew still harder and longer with passion and hungered with his overwhelming and forceful sucking. But she said nothing. Kathy let him kiss on and on.
His hands suddenly moved from her shoulder blades, which he had been rubbing, down to her lower back, then onto her cheeks. His hands began to rub her there. The rubbing grew harder, more passionate, and then his fingers formed into hard claws. His hands dug into the soft, supple flesh of her asscheeks. He grabbed two firm handfuls and began to palpitate the meat.
Kathy said not a word. The endless kiss of passion swelled to an ever greater level.
This caused her to gasp. But the kiss went unbroken. Heat waves radiated out through her ass into her twitching, lustful asshole. She groaned as her intestines filled with white hot flames and her belly rippled in reaction.
Her cunt felt the heat pass by osmosis through the thin membrane separating her asshole and cunt. She tore her lips from his mouth and gasped, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Drazen, who was almost as hot as he ever got with a woman, nodded up and down dumbly. He could barely hear above the blood pounding through his veins and rushing back down to his heart to be pumped through his body a second time.
With lights flashing and sounds bashing inside his brain, Drazen let go of the fine, tender ass he had been working with such love till now.
He staggered back. "How do you want me?" he asked.
"On the bed," she said, pointing. Her whole arm was trembling. Her tits were wobbling with the force of her movements and the shaking passing through her frame from head to toe.
He gasped with the effort required in moving back. But he did it and flopped down on the bed. He sat on the edge of the foot of the bed, then lay down. Changing his mind, he sat up and stared at her as she came to him.
Kathy stood there a second, looking down at his hard lance, moving with short jerks in the air, standing up at an angle. She went to him.
He said, "Give me a kiss." She did, bending forward, her tits hanging down. He squeezed one melon as he kissed her. Their lips parted and Kathy said, "OPEN YOUR LEGS WIDE SO THAT I CAN GET DOWN BETWEEN THEM!"
Drazen hissed as he parted them, and Kathy Eaton got between them, giving him an up from under look as her hands rose toward his hard and swaying cock. Her tits trembled a bit as she moved. Her entire body tremored with the feel of him.
At last she had him. Just the touch of her sent jolts of delight through his cock and balls and belly. Her fingers were strong and held him knowingly. Before he could say a word, his delighted eyes watched her head dip, her hair come forward a bit over her face, and her mouth fall open.
He sank into the hot wetness of her mouth, touched by silk, gasping as her satin lips closed tightly around his manhood. Drazen estimated that not less then four inches of aroused manhood had disappeared between those soft lips into the hot mystery her mouth had become for him.
Drazen did not move as her mouth tightened and her cheeks indented and Kathy began to suck. Soft silken inner cheeks were swished back and forth against his inflamed manhood. He moved about uneasily beneath her satanic touch. His cock grew redder, hotter, longer and harder.
Drazen shut his eyes. His mouth snapped shut. Teeth clicked against teeth as uppers and lowers met. His fingers turned into claws. She sucked on, er mouth becoming stronger, harder, hotter, more insistent around the inflamed meat held so firmly within the deadly bowers.
Drazen groaned. He suddenly realized a woman like this could kill. Lips such as these were lethal. Drazen was glad he didn't suffer from any heart trouble.
Her hands held onto his balls. Suddenly her knowing fingers began to rake the skin sacs. Her touch was light but strong. She certainly knew what she was doing. Sensations of pure delight raced from his balls and into his cock. The sensations from his cock, now in her mouth, moving down to his balls, colliding with the upward traveling flames from his nuts, Drazen sat forward. His cock was tingling. His balls were tingling. His toes were even tingling. What a mouth! What lips! What a woman! But he didn't want her to just suck him. Drazen wanted to fuck her meaty, sweet, furry black cunt. He wanted to bury it in her to the hilt and fill her with his seed. His nuts hungered after that fine beaver.
Kathy knew that and wouldn't deny him the joy of prime pussy, but first she would thrill his cock with her professional mouth. Her lips became less firm around him and Kathy began to piston her mouth and face up and down the cock she held with such love and devotion.
Carefully, quickly, her lips moved, letting him out, sucking him back in. The pink pads of soft satin worked his meat, massaging each square inch, missing nothing. His cock was soon glistening, red, strong like Hercules, and stained with the pink of her lipstick.
Drazen hissed and twisted about, as her expert mouth serviced him and lifted him from the earth, where he was, to the very hallowed hall of Olympus.
Behind her closed eyes, Kathy saw nothing. She felt the thick log of meat shooting into and out of her mouth, her lips gliding over the sizzling surface, her mouth turning slowly numb with all the good tongue action she was giving. This would not go on too much longer, she knew.
After half a minute, Kathy stopped, let him slip from her mouth till just the swollen head was between her lips, then shut her mouth tight and began to suck with deep, slow intensity.
"OOOHHH! HOLY COW! MOTHERFUCKER," Drazen exclaimed, as each muscle in his body tensed and his cock grew a quarter inch more in a fraction of a second. His scorching nuts were pulled up into his body. He gritted his teeth, swung his head from left to right, then back again.
Kathy stopped and let him out of her mouth. Her eyes came open. Her face was now inches from the swollen log of trembling meat swinging back and forth in short pendulum strokes, as she let him slow down after that fantastic pre-fuck blow.
His meat was as red as a fiery sunset, wet, dripping saliva, her saliva. She smiled. Kathy had certainly developed these last few weeks. It was a development she was proud of.
Shivering a bit, she rose. Drazen opened his eyes. It was like watching Venus rise from the shores of some Greek Isle. Kathy got on the bed, straddling him, her hairy beaver open, her pink insides showing. She was furry, wet, appetizing, eager. Her thighs were wide and strong, her tits huge pendulums, hanging down, rich, fresh, seemingly eager for his tongue, mouth and lips.
He pulled himself up along the bed. He stopped and watched her walk up the bed along his body, on her knees. She came up to a stop at his cock.
Kathy leaned over him a second, her jiggling breasts hanging down. His head began to rise, his lips trembling as they neared the objects of his lust.
Then she moved up and away. She had merely leaned over to get a small jar of Vaseline. Deftly, she unscrewed the cap, took it off, scooped out some Vaseline and greased up her cunt. Then she took another scoop and smeared his cockhead.
He hissed at the touch and feel of the cool Vaseline. She put the jar on the side without bothering to screw the cap back on. That would wait for later.
Smiling in a mysterious way, not even looking at his cock or cunt, working by feel, she took hold of his cock and lifted it, lifting one leg, swinging over to the side and placed his cock between the lips of her pussy, getting the head into the pink tunnel of her vaginal slit. He slid in with ease as she opened for him.
Then Kathy put her leg back down on the bed and Drazen felt himself sink in some more. She suddenly squatted down. His cock slid all the way up into the greased, wet hotness that palpitated with such energy around him.
Her eyes shut. His eyes stayed open, but Drazen hissed. Was she ever tight! Her cunt was strong and deep. As large as he had grown, his cock still did not reach to the end of her tunnel.
What a cunt! What meat! He looked at her over him and a thrill passed through Drazen. All this was now his. He shivered and pistoned, burying a bit more inside her. Kathy took it, smiled, and began to squeeze at him with her clasping cunt muscles. Drazen groaned and came back down. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, putting his hands on her upper thighs, feeling the muscles move about under the smooth creamy brown surface.
Kathy stayed in place as he fucked her with short, savage strokes. His cock was hard, thick and long, greased by the Vaseline and the secretions of her powerful cuntal sleeve.
She held her thighs tight against his and hunched her ass down on his legs. He was covered by her meat now. Kathy could feel his every tremble, his every move, the tickle of his body hairs.
Drazen kept his eyes open, admiring the fine woman he was fucking. He enjoyed the tightness, the wetness and the hotness of her roomy cunt. She kept squeezing him, massaging his cock, sliding the smooth folds of her pussy along lubricated meat. From second to second she thought about that money and how much she needed it. That made the fucking all the easier.
Kathy gazed down at Drazen, at his brown mustache, and the now red cheeks of his face.
His cock grew a bit inside her. She closed her eyes and again envisioned his cock, the way she had envisioned him when his cock had been pumping into her mouth.
His meat kept sliding into and out of the dark, grasping chamber of her cunt. She listened to the loud smacking sounds of their joining and parting. Already, the heat of the moment, the effort involved in fucking, was sending long rivers of sweat snaking across their heated surfaces.
Kathy began to close her eyes. The feel of his cock, bashing towards her womb, was making her a bit giddy. She tried to ride herd on the feeling, but could not control it. She was beginning to shiver, and her cunt was twitching under the rapid-fire pistoning of his surging meat inside of her.
Kathy added a bit more force to her massaging of his cock. She started to wiggle about on his fuckstick. When Kathy did this his cock danced about inside her. It touched all the corners of her cunt. The extra sensations made fire fly in her tits, ass and brain.
Drazen lifted up, stopping his fucking for long seconds, trembling beneath her. Then he resumed his savage jab-fucking, which filled her cunt so pleasantly.
Drazen lifted his hips higher as he drove his cock in to the hilt. Kathy closed her eyes and swallowed him whole. The feel of his hard instrument sliding up along the wet folds of her pussy made her brain sizzle. She kept clutching him with her cunt walls as he entered and left.
"OH, FUCK MAMMA," she gasped, "FUCK MAMMA! THIS WOMAN IS BRAZEN! I NEED ALL THE COCK I CAN GET!"
Drazen had been closing his eyes. He opened them all the way and groaned, "LEAN FORWARD. I WANT TO KISS AND SUCK YOUR TITS."
Bringing her arms up, lifting her hair away from her face, she began to move lower, wiggling her tits and shoulders at the same time. First one tit would dip, then the other.
Finally, she was bending forward, the lower half of her still moving, his cock still jabbing up into her. Drazen fucked her with endless strokes. Kathy shuddered a few times. Her tits were seething. A good, hot mouth on her tits was all she needed to complete this circuit of love.
Drazen lifted his head and his hands. He twisted his head a bit to the side and aimed his mouth for her left tit. His hands took hold of it, hungrily palpitating the flesh, feeling the heat and the power in the meat itself. At last, his lips, hungry, like those of a desert traveler, who has not had water in days, touched her nipple. From this spout he would drink his ration of joy and taste of her juicy mangos of love.
His lips were hot, hungry, insistent. Kathy's lips formed into a smile as she watched him devour her. His cock did not stop jabbing into her cunt.
He sucked at her nipples like a babe nursing at its mother's milk. His lips soon made her longer and stronger. Her nipples hardened like pieces of flint. Then his lips were replaced by his teeth.
With light, loving strokes, sometimes a bit too vigorous, and causing her to wince with a sharp jab of pain, he scraped his white, wet teeth across the hardened surface of her lengthened nipples. She gasped, closing her eyes in response to the divine feeling sent through her and down across the fleshy, jiggling globes of her mammaries into her seething chest.
Kathy gasped for air. Her lungs, it seemed, were on fire. Her throat kept closing up on her. Her mouth turned into a hungry pit, outlined by the pink of her lipstick, lined by the wet whiteness of her teeth. She sucked quart after quart of life ... sustaining air into lungs hungry for oxygen, needing more to sustain the terrible burning and using process that sex involved.
Spasms of pure white pleasure struck inside Drazen's head. He stiffened two or three times and stopped his hard fucking of her clutching pussy, then made up for it by a short, savage flurry of jabs which sent ripples of delight across the trembling plain of her belly and into her swaying and now well worked tits.
The passions were too great. In order to breathe she had to lift up and keep herself straight. Her tits were torn from his still hungry and not yet satisfied mouth. His lips sucked on air for several seconds in frustration as he watched those creamy brown globes wiggling in the air above him. Then he made up for that with several hard jabs into the yawning maw of her pussy.
Kathy responded by wiggling harder and faster in swift semi-circular movements around the cock impaling her. Drazen groaned in response and grew even harder. Each short stroke pulled only half his meat out, before he jammed back in to the hilt till his hairs and hers were entwined.
Now Drazen began to fuck in longer strokes. These strokes took more of him out, then returned him in more powerful jabs.
He set his teeth edge on edge as his cock jammed up into her cunt. She could feel Drazen straining to reach her womb and closed her eyes as powerful tremors passed- up along her trunk. Kathy licked her lips and ground her hips a bit faster against the strong cock, showing her where it was at.
His balls hung down between his legs, and each time Kathy came down her big, splayed out ass touched them and set the nuts inside to stirring.
Kathy changed the pace of her fucking by coming down as he thrust up. She swallowed his climbing cock into the far reaches of her quivering cunt. This joining of the genitals doubled the friction and sliding force, causing both of them to gasp. Her tits were flying this way and that in response to never ending sensations sent rushing through her body by these new movements around his cock.
Drazen felt his testicles stirring. He knew he would soon cum and wanted to delay that for as long as possible. His body was shaking like a house in an earthquake. He stopped fucking for short seconds while Kathy continued coming down onto his firm, shivering tool. She wondered why he had suddenly stopped. Then he began to fuck again. His body had settled down a bit. This delicious sensation would be stretched out awhile longer.
Only now, Drazen fucked her with all the power in him. He pulled his cock out to the tip, then rammed up into the scorching depths of her pussy in one long, swishing, brain jolting thrust. This maneuver was repeated over and over.
Gasping, Drazen reached for the Vaseline jar on the side. He shoved his right middle finger into it and then pulled his finger out. His hands embraced her wide, outward jutting ass. Then he found her groove, pulled it apart, and found the puffed brown ring of her anal flower. With mounting excitement, Drazen shoved his middle finger all the way into her partially open asshole.
In the heat of the moment she easily took the thrust of his finger. Kathy gasped at the new sensation. Without waiting, Drazen began to finger fuck her asshole at the same time his cock opened her wide and deep in front.
Kathy groaned in response to the double sensation. Each sensation added to the one before it. Each sensation built to a blinding crescendo of colors and lights and waves of pleasure.
Her ass wiggled wildly. Kathy began to giggle. She turned totally lewd. Her breasts were taut and heavy and swinging above his face in wild abandon.
Drazen no longer watched the hypnotic, erotic, riveting dance of tits above his face. His eyes were shut tight. His face was twisted into lines of passionate agony. His flesh was gleaming and wet with great beads of perspiration. Drazen used his fingers to dig deep into the ass he held. He fucked harder and faster into that endless cunt that was clutching him with still more power and fire. She was so hot he felt as if his cock would be burned to a crisp inside of Kathy.
With his fast fading energy reserves Drazen put his all into fucking the holy hell out of that greasy, slippery, clutching cunt. His finger in her asshole turned into a piston of fury. A second finger joined it and her asshole nipped at both with ferocious energy. Her energy was the energy of endless passion.
Kathy felt her brain about to explode. Her nostrils flared. Her mouth opened still wider. Her tits grew more taut with the steady rumble of burning sensations running through her tortured flesh.
Drazen felt the changes inside him before she did. He felt his balls being pulled up into his body as wave after wave of brilliant fire from his tortured cockhead rushed to his balls.
Drazen was twisting his head from side to side, his fingers digging deeper into big, black ass with two fingers fucking her asshole in a lather of tortured momentum. He couldn't move any faster than he was moving now. Nor could he any longer control the fire and the fury of what was about to happen.
Hissing, cursing, moaning, gasping, groaning, Drazen went over the edge into the flaming eternity of erotic destiny. His cock jabbed up into her as hard as he could. Even Kathy by now knew what was coming.
"GIVE ME THAT COCK, YOU BIG STUD," she gasped, as she came down hard, swallowing as much of him into her as possible, while her hips danced like a dervish around his meat. Her muscles clutched tightly.
It was at that moment that Jack Drazen gave up the gusher. Hot gobs of supersonic cum rushed into her, filling her cunt, coating her soft folds, Drazen fucked her in a frenzy, the cum making his ride faster and slicker. She wiggled, squeezed and twisted about on that impaling meat flying about inside of her. She made him give up his essence at an even faster rate.
Drazen kept raising his center section as he rammed up into her. Each time he raised himself his cock would dance inside her as if it were having a fit. Drazen, it seemed, was trying to fight loose of her loving bondage, but Kathy had him and held him. She squeezed and held and milked him dry.
The power of his punching, the sheer emotionalism of the moment, the dancing meat she was containing and which was gushering inside of her combined at that last moment.
Four triphammer blasts erupted within of Kathy, one right after the other. Following each blast her body froze for a moment before continuing the frenzy of activity which was driving Drazen up the walls inside his head.
She heard his every gasp, felt his every struggle, thrilled to every jab of his wild and now weakening prick. Her own passion erupted and Kathy filled with clouds of pink fire. Her brain seemed to shiver inside her skull. Her tits seemed to fill with fluid and felt as if they were about to explode. Her asshole clenched around his fingers hard, holding onto them for a second before letting go so they could once more fuck her ass.
Her cunt let a mighty river of fluid gush down across his cock, out between her legs, into his hairs, down her inner thighs, and across his belly. He was sticky with her discharge. She was awash in it. Her fingers clenched empty air, his fingers dug deeper into her ass and fucked harder.
The air was thick with their pungent discharges. She felt his cock slow down and shrink as he stopped erupting in white gobs of cum. Kathy also slowed down. She felt some gentle eruptions inside her, but once the monster eruptions broke there were no more.
They fucked more slowly, more gently, with less force, less intensity, less need. Both of them swam about in the warm glow and the erotic sea of their new world. It was a world whose lifespan could be calculated in short minutes.
Drazen stopped altogether, but Kathy continued. She wanted to give his cock some more pleasure and wanted to stretch out the feeling inside her own body. She yawned and stretched like some luxuriant cat, her eyes still shut tight.
Then she also stopped fucking, opening her eyes, and smiled gently at the man beneath her. Kathy bent forward and kissed him on a still hot, sweaty cheek. She straightened up.
"Feel good?"
"Yeah," he answered. "I never thought this party would be so good."
"The party was crap. This was good."
"Yeah. You're a swell woman. I could use a woman like you. Or do you belong to the world?"
"The world," she said with a smile.
"I guessed that. A piece like you would cost too much to own."
"Too much," she said with a smile. What he didn't realize was that short weeks ago he could have had her for a song. Her own esteem, her position in the world, and her price, had gone up far and fast these last few weeks. Her stars were all lucky. She didn't have to look at her horoscope to see that or even buy the numbers to make a lucky strike.
"Shall I get off?"
"I want to say yes, but another part of me says no. This feels too damned good."
"We can't stay here forever."
"Why not?"
"Because," she said with a wide, pleasant smile, as she started to get off and Drazen began to fall out.
"Aw hell," he said in a half-hurt, half-mocking tongue. "You really know how to hurt a guy."