Chapter 5
Kathy opened her eyes and sat up too fast in bed. She had been dreaming about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Kathy had just been reaching for the pot of gold when her dream came apart in jagged wisps and she got up suddenly.
She had a nagging headache. Now that she was going to parties so often and drinking almost every night she had learned to pace herself and not drink too much. This meant fewer headaches in the morning. Also, her resistence to alcohol was rising.
And, if she tipped lightly, there was bound to be very little in the way of a hangover. If there was, that old bottle of Southern Comfort would do the trick.
She smiled a moment as she thought about Drazen. He had gone home a happier, more assured man. Sometimes a good woman will do the trick, and sometimes it takes money to do the trick. For her money and men were the answers.
It was nice to party every night. It was great to get fucked by a different man each time out. Now that she was getting it steadily she found she was no longer so tense. And best of all was the money. In the last three weeks she had taken home fifteen hundred tax free dollars she didn't have to declare. That was eighteen thousand dollars a year, if she could keep up the pace. She smiled. A woman with her skills was lucky to get a menial, back-breaking job for less than half that money. She ran the figure over in her mind. Eighteen thousand sounded like such a fine figure. So good in the mind.
It wouldn't always be like that. Inflation was bound to get to it. Someday she would look back with a smile at when she thought eighteen thousand had been a lot of money.
Kathy could remember when she had been little and thought that nine thousand was a lot of money. The trouble was that by the time she was old enough to make that kind of money inflation had made it into a less then average salary. She gnashed her teeth, hoping this would not happen to the money she was making and that her new life style would not be affected.
The main worry of any party girl is losing her sexual attraction. She also worries about breaking a leg, getting into a car accident, getting the flu. Time lost is money lost. Money lost means rent unpaid and a hundred other ills.
Kathy found that while she was making money she was also spending it. Money for food, clothes and make-up, money for hairdos and rent and utilities. There were cigarettes, liquor and eating out. When you had more money you also spent more.
She could remember quite clearly when she didn't have too much. Then a ten dollar bill had been an item. She would sit there, running it through her fingers, feeling the texture, looking at the portrait of Alexander Hamilton, thinking about all the things it would buy.
Two slices of pizza and a soda were a dollar and a half. Sometimes that was lunch. A fish and chips original at Arthur Treacher's with a small Coke was two and a quarter. She always went there on Tuesday to get the extra free cole slaw special. A pack of cigarettes was seventy cents. She smoked a pack a day, sometimes more. She would pick up two packs at a time, a dollar-forty. Every few days she got nervous from being couped up in the house and took the bus downtown. The round trip was a dollar. Sometimes she would step into one of the lower grade movies. That cost two dollars before five and two-fifty after five. She usually went in before five to save the four bits. Today she threw money like that around left and right. At the movie house she might buy a soda from the machine at a cost of thirty-five cents more. This would go with the candy bar she bought outside for a quarter. Candy cost too much at the movies. Depending on when she went to the movies she would have anywhere from seventy-five cents to a dollar and a quarter left.
Money went slowly and meant more. She could understand that. Kathy could not understand spending five dollars for a cab just to get someplace on time, or filling up a gas tank with seventy-five cents a gallon gasoline. She could not bear paying the landlord a hundred and ninety-five dollars a month rent. That had to be paid all in one lump. That was nineteen times the ten dollars she slowly stretched out when she had it to pay for smaller, cheaper items. It was the big items that got to her. She spent the money alright, but spent it reluctantly. She didn't feel right about spending a lot faster. To her it was only right if a little was spent slowly on small items. Her initial tightness, a tightness imposed by months of privation, did not go away so quickly.
Life couldn't be all pizza pies, soda and candy bars. You had to eat steak, chicken, lamb chops, buy cigarettes, whiskey, dresses, pay rent and utilities. There were a thousand and one items.
She didn't know how some of the men at the parties could cough up seventy-five dollars per girl. Sometimes there were ten or twelve girls at a party. As much as nine hundred dollars could change hands in one night.
The men at these parties realized that not everything was food, rent and utilities. You had to pay taxes. You had to spend something to satisfy your cock.
She got out of bed and started for the bathroom when the phone rang. Yawning, she rushed to answer it. The phone usually meant Linda calling. Linda who had the jobs. She was known, her number was known, so the men called her. She called her friends, namely Kathy. Linda was a good woman to know and a bad enemy to make. Kathy didn't really like her much. Now that she realized it, she and Linda were more business partners than friends. It was a semi-distant relationship, a lot more distant than when they had just been friends without being business girls for the evening together.
She picked up the phone, said hello, and listened. "This is Lynn, honey. You awake yet?"
Yawning, Kathy nodded and said, "Yes."
"Listen carefully then. I want you to get ready, really dress up. There's a convention of tire salesmen in town. These are tire wholesalers, big honchos with hard prongs and money to burn. And I do mean burn. They want a good time and aren't afraid to pay for it."
"Same fee?"
"Same fee, dear. Fees don't go up so fast even if inflation does. The place is the Nordic House. Know it?"
"I know of it. I've never been there. I've passed it a few times."
"Well, tonight we're going."
"What time?"
"Same as always, five-thirty. Sometimes six. The party is being thrown by a man I know. His name is Vance Hargitay. I've been to a few of his parties in times past. They're nice. The people there are nice. Most of the men we've met so far have been nice. Don't you agree?"
"Yes. That surprised me. I expected they'd be rough, but they weren't."
"Most men are nice, though you have to watch out for the monsters. Sometimes it isn't hard to tell who they are and sometimes it is."
"What's Hargitay like?"
"Big, broad-shouldered, a shock of graying blondish hair. He's mine. Hands off him. Unless he wants you, of course. You can't tell when a man wants a change. He used to be a Marine. They nicknamed him the Hard-Assed Warrier. That's because he's an old desk jockey. He tried to get a field commission, but things just went against him and he stayed behind a desk. Some men would like it like that."
"I'll say. So I'll be signing off now. When I get ready I'll make lunch, then kill some time cleaning up the house. It's been a mess. I'll be waiting in front for you at five-thirty."
"Fine. Bye." Kathy listened to Linda Gilstrom hang up. Once more she found herself with a dead receiver in her hand and a strange feeling that the conversation had ended too abruptly. She laid the receiver into the telephone cradle and went to the bathroom.
When she came back out Kathy made breakfast and then began to do her make-up and hair. There was no time for television by the time she was finished and dressed.
She got her things and went downstairs. She had a strong urge for breaded shrimp, fries, and cocktail sauce. Several nights ago she had had some at an Arthur Treacher's place. It had been one of the few nights Kathy had gotten off from her busy, hectic schedule.
It was too busy. So busy, in fact, that Kathy found herself with less time to think about her own personal problems and what direction her life was heading in.
Such thoughts often brought on deep depression, especially when mixed with her lack of money and the oncoming prospect of bankruptcy and all that entailed. So, all in all, it was good that she was so busy. The added money, the activity, the sexual excitement, the fulfillment of her dreams, had added to her prestige and made her feel a bit better about herself than she felt all along.
As she stood there in front of her apartment building, lighting up a fresh cigarette, her heart began to pound. It was the pounding excitement of a hunter preparing to stalk a prize elk. It was the thrill of the hunt, the challenge of the unknown that lay ahead.
The sight of Linda's Cadillac coming around the corner fueled her excitement. When Linda stopped she got into the Caddy and they were off.
They didn't speak for awhile. There was a tense electricity in the air. The sky was a shimmering pink and the sun was beginning to glint a reddish color.
They went through streets where kids were playing. Some kids were riding on roller skates, others were skipping rope, and still others were playing ball. Kathy was aware of everything. This late afternoon she was supersensitive to all outside stimuli. Everything made her hiss and jump.
They reached the Nordic House. It was a twelve story steel and glass structure, very modern and very posh. They parked in a lot out back, then rode up in the elevator to the second floor.
The party was being held in the private room of the Bottom Of The Barrel, a French and American supper club. There was a buffet table, small private tables, carpeting, hushed music, laughter, the tinkle of glasses, the good smell of food. Kathy grew hungry in a hurry.
She looked around for Sue Babcock and her friend, but could not find them and was glad of that. Somehow Kathy had grown to hate the two women. They were more than rivals to her. She felt somehow uneasy, sinful, weak, wicked when they were around. It was good to go places without them and tonight seemed somehow special. It was made so much better and more enjoyable without them here.
There were girls here tonight that she did not know, white girls as well as black. Their host came over to greet them. Vance Hargitay was everything Linda had said he was. He bent forward and kissed Kathy on the cheek as he shook her hand. Kathy wished the kiss had been on her lips. Still, the kiss that he gave her traveled down to her toes and sent a ripple of shivers up her spine.
There was a lot of smiling going on and handshaking, kissing and ass grabbing in the next minute or so. Then the crowd cleared some.
Hargitay called over a man who was as big as two football players put together. He had broad shoulders, dark skin and a white, toothy smile. The minute Kathy saw him she liked him. His hard gray eyes looked her over and then his smile widened. He was the most magnetic white man she had met in a long time.
"This is Frank Lanloiuse. He's a Cajun from down Louisiana way.'We were in the Marines together and for a while we were partners. Now we've gone our separate ways, but still keep in touch.
"How do you do," he said to Kathy as he took her softer hand in his strong, hard paw. He didn't squeeze, but held her firmly, as if aware of his power over women.
She wondered how he would be in bed, the thought sending spasms through her belly. She could find out if she wanted to. Kathy decided to be very friendly. If he wanted her he would get her.
He nodded farewell to the others and took her by the hand to the buffet table. There they heaped paper plates high with various goodies.
"Look," she said, "there's shrimp salad. Before coming here I had an overwhelming urge for shrimp."
"Here's your chance then," he said with a smile, putting his plate down, taking hers and filling it with a heaping portion of shrimp salad.
Then he said, "Let's take some slices of that French bread. The crust is simply magnificent, crisp, crunchy. The inside is white, soft as a baby's ass, and tasty like honey."
"You seem to know a lot about French bread," she told him.
"I used to live new New Orleans. My favorite diversion, when I got off work, was to take the car downtown and go into one of the many fine Italian restaurants located in New Orleans. And let me tell you, there are a lot."
"I would go in, order a heaping plate of piping hot spaghetti with lots of thick spaghetti sauce. The kind of spaghetti sauce they make in New Orleans can't be beaten, at least in my opinion. It has chunks of onion, bits of cooked sausage, chunks of tomato and bits of spiced, diced olives. I'd order that with a lot of Parmesan and Romano cheese, a side order of minestrone soup, a bottle of red wine, either California or imported, and a plate of sliced French bread."
He closed his eyes a moment and said, "Mmm-mmm, that was a meal."
"Just telling me about it you're making me hungry."
"Well, you're in the right place, at the right time, with the right food." He nodded down at her plate. "Let's eat."
She smiled back and they went to a side table and began to eat. Kathy was surprised at how hungry she was. The excitement. The man she was with, the promise of what lay ahead and the smell of fine food in great surroundings, really built up her appetite. This was the way a woman should be wined and dined, she decided.
Halfway through the meal he asked, "How's the shrimp? Just the way you dreamed? Sometimes a thing doesn't come out the way you want it to."
She swallowed. "This is just the way I wanted it and more. Oh, the shrimp could have been breaded and there could have been cocktail sauce lying around, but this is good enough."
"Fine. As long as you're happy I'm happy."
They looked up from their food as an excited man rushed from table to table. He was showing people a picture of himself, it seemed.
Finally, he reached their table. "Hi, Dan," Lanloiuse said. He introduced the heavy, brown-haired man to Kathy. "This is an old business associate of mine, Dan Auletter."
Auletter nodded and then said, "Guess what I have?"
"I don't know, a picture of yourself running naked through the park, being chased by the local militia?"
Auletter laughed. "Nothing that exciting. I recently acquired, from an old Army buddy, a picture of myself in the Sherman Tank I drove around in during World War II."
Proudly, he showed them the old, faded, black and white snapshot of a much younger, thinner Auletter, with darker, thicker hair, wearing a hard leather tankman's helmet, standing in the turret of a dusty, battered Sherman. There were a lot of guys on and around the tank.
"Where was this taken?" Lanloiuse asked.
"France, near Metz."
"What became of the tank?"
"We lost it in the battle for Metz. They gave me another after that. Funny, isn't it, how a big chunk of steel doesn't survive, but a paper photo does."
Before they could answer, he saw another friend. "Hey, Al, come see this." Without saying goodbye, his excitement bubbling over, he disappeared to some other tables. Kathy and Lanloiuse smiled at each other and finished their meal.
Then he went and got two glasses of red wine for each of them. "This is good," she said. He nodded. Then she asked, "Will you be in town long?"
"A few days. My room, here in the hotel, looks like a mess, even though I've been here only a short time."
"I don't believe that."
"If you saw it you would."
"Show me," she said, her eyes suddenly serious.
Sweat appeared on his upper lip. He drank his wine in one gulp and stood up. She drank her wine, too, but more slowly, staring at him over the rim. They were riveted together. She had asked him for this before he asked her. Kathy really wanted it. She could feel her cunt churning with rising need.
Then she rose, slow and sensual. "Come on," he said, "the door's this way." He pointed to a door in the left center wall of the room.
She followed Lanloiuse from the party, out the door, and then into the quieter, carpeted hall beyond. The noise of the party faded. They passed a gray-haired man in the hallway and he nodded at them. Lanloiuse nodded back. There was a twinkle in the man's eyes as he examined her from head to foot. Kathy said nothing.
At the end of the hall they turned left down a smaller, shorter hall that ended in three doors. Lanloiuse unlocked the door on the left, flicked on the light switch on the wall to his right, and stepped inside. Kathy followed.
The room was small, comfortable, filled with his things, some packed, some still lying around. He locked the door and began to undress.
His smile was mirrored by the one across her face. She had eyes of fire as she began to undress. It was hard for Kathy to pay attention to just herself. She kept staring at Lanloiuse, excited by him, wanting to know how he looked underneath all those clothes, and if the excitement and magic would hold up once he was naked. Things looked promising.
Kathy had been captivated by the powerfully built, dark-skinned, dark-haired Cajun ever since she first saw him at the party. Her lips trembled, her tongue drooled, and her cunt churned with moist need.
Lanloiuse was faster by far than Kathy. She was down to her panties, stockings and garter belt by the time he was naked. She stood there a moment, a look of enthralled delight upon her face.
He was everything she could have asked for and more. Lanloiuse was strong, barrel-chested, hard and hairy. His legs were thick with muscle, as were his arms. His hands were strong, the fingers long, hair growing thickly all along the back of his hands, arms and legs. He looked like some Cro-Magnon man brought to life, but handsome and very human. Kathy just shivered.
Her eyes fell to his crotch. What she saw there made her drool, lick her lips, and rub her cunt.
His cock was at least eight inches long, very thick, one of the thickest pricks she had ever seen. It was covered with an incredible, complex network of veins and arteries, each thick with blood and throbbing with sensual hunger. His penis was already hard and making little up and down jump motions as it quivered in the air. She knew she could make it even longer and stronger. Kathy was very good in that department. One look at his balls made her cunt ache. They were as big as duck's eggs.
Lanloiuse looked from them to her. "Like them?"
She nodded up and down without saying anything.
"Why aren't you undressed yet?"
"Sorry. I was a bit slow."
"I don't like slowness in women," he said in mock hardness. "It makes me wait. And I hate waiting."
"I'm sorry," she said as she slipped the panties down off her hips onto her thighs and exposed the gleaming bush of her cuntal mound.
"Do you know what I do to little ladies who keep me waiting?"
"No sir. What do you do?"
"I spank them." Kathy gulped, a sudden fire in her face. He slapped the side of his thigh. "Come over here. I'm going to sit down on the bed. Get over my lap. I want to see a big, juicy, trembling ass that I can spank till my heart is good and satisfied that you've been punished for your sins." His face broke into a big smile. His white teeth gleamed in the brown of his skin.
She walked toward him slowly. It had been a long time since Kathy had been spanked. And that had been on her honeymoon, when her husband revealed his letch to spank healthy, meaty asses.
Explosions were going on inside her head and in her eyes. She walked on feet that were slowly turning to rubber. Her mouth was suddenly dry. She could barely see and hear, so many colors and sounds were passing through her eyes and ears. Her cunt, asshole and asscheeks were trembling with submissive fear and sexual excitement. She was his. This huge and powerful Cajun would now have her. His black eyes were glinting flints in the moonlight. His mouth was an open hole of wet desire waiting to swallow her up.
She came to him as he sat down and said, "Over my lap and rest your upper part on the bed. I don't want to take all the weight. It'll spoil my pleasure."
She nodded again without answering. Kathy could barely say a word. Her throat was closed. Her face was drawn tight. There was not a wrinkle on it.
She climbed over his lap, painfully aware, as she gazed down, that his hard cock was pointing up at her like an accusing finger. She laid down upon his thick, hard, hairy legs, feeling his cock flatten out, throb even more at the touch of her, scrape her cunt, and dig into her belly. Then she laid herself out on the bed, her upper part at least, and folded her arms under her.
Kathy closed her eyes as she felt his hands reach around her waist and then touch the small of her back. One hand pressed down on the small of her back. Her cheeks were splayed widely. She was open for him to do anything he wanted. Kathy held her breath, waiting for his hard hand to rise and come down upon her trembling, fleshy cheeks in a sharp crack that would send the very fires of hell racing through her ass.
Lanloiuse did nothing for a second; staring in wonder at all of this wonderful, giant meat laid out before him. He grinned and licked his lips at how wonderful she looked from the rear. He thought to himself that a woman truly is most beautiful when viewed from behind.
Her ass was so wide and fleshy, and made even wider by her lying down. Her ass groove was revealed and the puffed brown ring of her anal flower exposed to his gaze. He smiled at the wide smoothness of her thighs and the attractive turn of her ankles. Her back was smooth, sloping and tapered so well at the waist.
He had looked enough. Now it was time to warm the cheeks and get the lead out of her ass. He'd have her dancing before he was through. With that, he cupped his hand, brought his arm up and back, then swung down with full force.
His hand landed with the sound of a pistol shot across her left buttock. The meat indented and then came back into place. Kathy felt the sudden heat, the sting. She twisted about on his lap, rubbing his cock, but doing nothing more. The next slap came down on her other cheek.
Kathy gasped this time. Her head rose and her eyes shut a bit more tightly. Her face was wreathed in sweat. She shivered once and then stopped.
The Cajun began to slap her with steady power. His stinging palms landed across her cheeks in rapid succession. Left-right and right-left was his tune. He covered the same spots on each cheek and spots around them. Sometimes his hand landed on both cheeks at once. He laughed as this occurred.
Kathy gasped, threw her head up, let it come down, and threw it up again as his hand landed on another sensitive spot. She shivered at the sting, the fire, the heat of it. The effect was felt all through her fleshy behind. She felt him in her clenching asshole. She felt him in her twitching, churning, clasping cunt. She felt him in her tits, now grown hard with passion. She felt him in her brain, overloaded with sexual signals and steaming in its own overload and the effect of what he was doing to her. Kathy's entire body throbbed and shivered with the effects of that spanking.
The room was filled with his laughs of pure delight. It was filled with her gasps, hisses and cries. It was filled with the lighter and more delicate sounds of her belly and cunt raspingly rubbing up against his swollen cock.
The feel of his cock was so close, so hot, so strong, so hard, so full of life, made her cunt, her tits and her asshole hunger even more for him. It added to and reinforced the stinging slaps he was dehvering onto her big, flaming behind. Kathy made sure to leave her cheeks slack so that he could fully enjoy spanking this offered and submissive ass.
Each new flame sent down by his slapping added to the lusts racing through the cock-hungry, tight, tropic reaches of her experienced asshole. Each slap made her cunt clutch as if she could grab his cock from the air and take it into her steaming, needing depths.
He was huge and menacing and ruthless. His hands now traveled down to slap the thick undersides of her ass. This was where the most meat could be found, and it was here that Kathy was most sensitive.
He landed them hard and without mercy, but not as hard as he could have landed them. This was for fun and not to hurt her. Kathy began to laugh and shout. Her legs danced up and down.
"No sir. No more, no more!"
Lanloiuse was laughing in glee. He kept slapping and turning his head up and back as he let out guffaw after guffaw. What a joy it was spanking this lively bitch and then having her dance around on his swollen, cunt-hungry cock.
With surprising suddenness he stopped his spanking and let her off his lap. She found herself jumping up and down, rubbing those warmed up buns, laughing, and hissing. He watched, his mouth open, his eyes glazed by the sight of her beauty so bountifully displayed for his pleasure and enhancement.
Each leap into the air sent her tits dancing, her cunt lips opening, and the pink, fierce eye of her sex winking out at him. It was time to take this little filly and enjoy her the way a good filly should be enjoyed.
She finally stopped jumping around and blew out a gust of air. Her ass was still burning, her asshole steaming, her cunt churning, her mind seething, and her tits pointy hard.
Lanloiuse stood and pulled her to him. His arms were strong, all enveloping. She closed her eyes and shuddered in satisfaction, like a cat rubbing up against a vat of fresh, rich cream.
As he pulled her to him, she felt the hard manliness of his cock stab her in the belly, then the cunt. Then it was jammed up between them and she felt the tremor of it against her belly and the touch of his swaying, shuddering balls against the wet hairs of her pussy and the hard trembling lips of her cuntal mound.
His mouth came down on hers with a consuming hunger that she found it hard to refuse. His lips were cold and cruel, then hot and hungry. He ground his mouth left and right, pushing down against her softer, yielding lips.
He kissed, he sucked, he licked the life out of those lips. She could barely catch her breath, so hard and merciless was his impassioned kissing.
Then his brutal tongue punched between his lips into her mouth and began punching into the wet depths. He licked at her tongue in sharp boxer's jabs. He pulled back and licked at the sides of her mouth, then the roof, and finally below her tongue. He touched any spot he wanted, her tongue cringing back before him. He was the master and not her. His mouth was supreme, powerful, and could get anything he wanted from Kathy.
He pulled his tongue out after a moment then pulled his lips from hers. His mouth dropped down and her head and neck fell back. Kathy knew he was going for the soft sweep of her neck. She loved this.
While he was doing that, his hands slid down the slope of her back and came to rest on her soft, still bruised cheeks. He did not hesitate for long.
His fingers dug deep and speared twin mounds of good, hot flesh, which he began to palpitate. She gasped and arched up against him. Her belly and cunt were thrust against his cock. A sudden slipping fire racing through his testicles.
Lanloiuse gasped and hissed and stopped for a second before bringing his lips down on her hungering, trembling neck, then beginning to kiss her with hard, savage jabs which left darker spots on her neck and sucked the blood from her for short moments. Each kiss left a center of growing warmth and these merged as heat ripples passed across her neck and into her seething brain. Kathy was being aroused so many ways that she didn't know what to do or say.
In swift, butterfly jabs he worked her from the point over her Adam's apple to just beneath her chin, adding one last kiss on the tip of her chin. She was on the very knife edge of desire now, tottering, but not falling. Her ass muscles clenched under his squeezing, and from the effect of feeling his cock and balls rubbing up against her cunt and belly.
He finally let go of her cheeks. The indented meat swelled back into place. It felt strange for one second not having his fingers digging deeply into her ass and squeezing with palpitating motions the trembling and well-spanked meat.
Now his hands pulled apart her cheeks and one knowing finger aimed for and speared her puffed, brown asshole ring. She arched some more in surprise and shock as he speared her asshole ring brutally, pushing his finger up to the second knuckle.
Shivering on the end of his finger as it were, Kathy began to kiss the side of his face. The fever of her passion was rising to meet the fever of his need.
But his face pulled away from her as his head dipped even farther, down to her breasts, and began to kiss them with the fever and ardor he used when working over her neck.
It did not take much to send great, churning blasts of erotic heat down through her chest. Her nipples became longer and harder, her tits even more taut than before, her mind an endless haze of steam and flame and the smoke of growing lust.
His mouth went from breast to breast. It was a hungry, consuming thing that knew no limit to what he wanted and needed. At last he stopped kissing and hungry lips closed around her left nipple.
Savage, slurping sucks made the nipple tingle, turn harder, become longer. Her hands sank around his head, the fingers entwining in the wild shock of hair atop his head. She tugged at his hair.
Lanloiuse gasped, but did not cease his sucking. She pulled his head closer, squeezing his face against the giant melon-pillow of her wonderful, malt-colored breast. She almost squeezed his face out of shape.
He grinned, put some power into his neck muscles, and kept her from pushing his face closer to her chest. All the while his hungry mouth did not stop. He was a wild sucking machine, a babe, drinking his mother's good, sugar rich, pure milk. It was the milk of lust that he dined upon. His mouth was an endless sucking machine to bring pleasure not only to her, but to himself.
His lips were suddenly replaced by his teeth, which he used to scrape along the nipple and to excite her still further. Purple shards of electric flame flew down through her tremoring breasts and made her groan with the almost unbearable passion and pleasure of it all.
His face was savage. It was wrinkled, red, covered by sweat, and contorted by lust. It spoke of only one thing, his interest in taking her with all the power left in him, and take her he would.
His teeth held her delightfully tortured nipple and now began to scrape from side to side. "OOO-HHHHH!" she sighed. Lanloiuse said nothing and did not stop. His mouth was a trained tool, a precision instrument with which he was working her to feverish pitch.
His lips again came down and he returned to his sucking. He did not repeat one act for too long. His mouth was tireless, it seemed, a tireless strength given to one only in the heights of great passion and the dark pits of dazzling fear.
She was his tool, his sex slave, his instrument to play upon for as long and as hard as he wanted.
She began grinding her hips against him and rubbed her cunt and belly against his cock and balls. The feel of it was greater inside him than inside her, though Kathy also groaned.
She swung her hips carefully so as not to pull her nipple from his mouth. It was almost as if the upper and lower halves of her body were not connected.
Finally the sensation of it was too much for Lanloiuse. He had to drop her wonderful, well-worked nipple and gasp. His head was thrown to the side, his face was a twisted mass of lines filled with pleasure, lust and unfulfilled desires.
There was much promise in that interval. There was promise in the very air around them, which sparkled with the tension and electricity of their molten moment. They were no longer in some hotel room, but in a paradise created just for them by this passionate love play.
She twisted, churned and danced some more. He finally had to ask her not to. She did as Lanloiuse requested, hearing barely half the words he spoke in the depths of her aroused state.
He again took her breast into his hands and began to lick the areola around the nipple in broad strokes. He used his hot Cajun tongue well.
She was soon shimmying and groaning beneath his wonderful, strong, wet, silken tongue. The sensations sent through her areolas went around each nipple, then from her flaming breasts into her chest, to her heart, and every part of her body, including her broiling brain.
He shifted his mouth from breast to breast, and then, when he thought she'd had enough, pulled his mouth from her, letting go and moving back a foot.
"BLOW ME," he gasped between clenched teeth.
Kathy opened her eyes then knelt down. He watched her, his cock now a bit bigger, a bit thicker, a bit harder, tremoring even more, making small jerking motions in the air.
Kathy grinned at her lover, her eyes scooting down to his duck-sized balls, her lips already soft. She trembled a bit. Frank Lanloiuse was a big man. He was a Louisiana Cajun, and Cajuns, she had heard, were very fine lovers. Kathy would find out right now if that was true.
She knelt, her eyes full of fire, her lips trembling, softer than they had ever been for any man. She smiled up at him. Her smile was not the smile of the street, the smile with which one greets some friend or acquaintance. Her smile was the smile of pure, deep lust. She shivered at the thought of what she was about to do.
One hand reached out and lifted his thick cock. It was almost like lifting a young tree by its trunk. He trembled and was hard. The skin on his prong was like thick satin. She ran gentle, exploring fingers across the fine texture of the skin and sighed. Her fingers touched the bumps and ridges, where veins, arteries and veinlets swelled up and covered his meat like a fine pattern of miniature roads.
Her lips shivered with an urge to lave his meat with kisses, but Kathy held herself. Not yet, not yet. That would come soon. She was still gritting her teeth, still half-mad with the lust their kissing had aroused.
Kathy gazed up at the wet sheen over the deep gray eyes of this wise and powerful Cajun. His hard, brown lips twisted in a smile.
"It's all yours, baby," his harsh voice whispered. The sound of it died slowly in her ears like some far off echo passing into the infinity of the great outdoors.
"Thank you," she said, realizing halfway through that the thank you had come from her subconscious.
Her fingers ran up the wide, cobrahooded cockhead. The eye slit at the apex of the head glistened with fresh pre-cum dew. Her face came forward, her tongue arched out, and she licked off the dew.
A hiss escaped from the mouth of her lover. He trembled once. His cock stirred in her hands in response to the touch of her strong wet tongue.
She closed her lips and looked more closely at him. He was still sitting there, a broad-shouldered, hairy, muscled giant of a man, with a huge, square head and harsh, planed features. But together they made for a rugged sort of handsomeness that made her heart throb and her pussy ache.
"OH, DARLING, YOU'RE WONDERFUL," she said, her eyes dropping down to view his cock again. For a moment Lanloiuse didn't know whether she was speaking to him or his cock.
Her cheeks were trembling. At the same time, as she was admiring this magnificent monster of aroused manhood, she was wondering with another part of her mind how she could take so much cock into her soft sucking mouth. She might sprain something, and if she took him down the throat he might become lodged there and Kathy might choke to death.
But Kathy forced all such fears down. She was a brave girl, a girl who could make it. She was secure in the knowledge that her fine womanhood would help her triumph over all obstacles.
"I'm going to do for you what I've never done for any man yet," she lied. Looking up at him, she added, "I'm not only going to suck out every drop of juice in you, but I'm going to swallow it all down. How's that? She saw his chest swell under the effects of her lie and the fire in his eyes brighten.
One hand took hold of a large ball and pulled at the blonde-brown hairs growing there. He winced in a grimace of pleasure and she did it again. Kathy smiled when his cock began to stir. She knew just what to do and how to do it.
Lifting his cock a bit higher, she brought her face down, opened her mouth, and began to breathe across his cockhead. Hot, moist air assaulted him. His stiff prong lifted up and down.
Lanloiuse shifted about uneasily. Her lips closed and her face came forward. Her lips puckered, then Kathy began to fulfill the wish she had expressed before, to kiss his cock all over.
When the first kiss landed on his tip and made him groan, Lanloiuse knew he was in for a hot blow session. A second kiss, then another and another touched him. Each time his cock jumped up, but she held him firmly and kept Lanloiuse in place.
"I've got a hot mouth," she gasped, half in ecstasy. "I've got a hot, wet mouth and I love to suck big, hard ones with a lot of juice."
Her mouth twisted into a harsh grimace as she began to kiss him all over. Lifting his cock up so that the tip was pointing into the air at an angle, she twisted her head to the side and began to kiss along the thickly fleshed underside, from the base to just below the head. Her lips worked him in harsh, swift pecks that kept traveling up and up. She made sure to aim many of her kisses at the thick artery that ran along the underside and kept pumping hot, passionate, fresh blood to his monstrous hard-on.
Lanloiuse continued gasping, closing his eyes, opening them, shaking his head, as if he were in some boxing ring being punched out by an expert boxer.
He shifted uneasily beneath her grasp and the touch her of her lips.
But Kathy did not cease her heavenly and wondrous work. She continued to kiss him till she reached just below the inflamed cockhead, then her lips once more began to move down toward the base.
She worked with the same speed as before and set him to groaning and trying to stand. But Kathy held on. Her thick powerful tits lay across his lap and against his thighs. Lanloiuse began to close his legs and partially pin her. But Kathy didn't mind. She continued her endless kissing.
"OH, BITCH, YOU'RE DRIVING ME MAD."
"I'm going to drive you nuts," she hissed between passion-filled lips. She already felt her nipples stirring some more and his cock joining them in becoming longer and harder still. He throbbed with steady insistence.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, Cajun. The bedroom is the devil's playground. And playing is my profession."
She fell silent and continued to peck at him. Only now, Kathy let him drop down. Her lips touched the side and top of his cock, then the trembling satin of his cockhead.
Her lips were not just made for kissing. Lanloiuse found that out soon enough. Her head moved back, her mouth opened, and his cock was twisted into place by deft, experienced fingers.
Then the hot wetness of her mouth closed upon him. She opened wide, just as she would during a visit to the dentist's office. Her eyes were wild, as if Kathy had smoked a few joints of grass as three inches of firm, bayou-bred, Cajun cock flew into her mouth.
She was gorged with meat more than two-and-one-half inches in thickness. Kathy held him a moment to feel the tremble, and the musky, salty man taste she so loved, as well as the heat of him inside her oral cave.
Kathy closed her eyes and wiggled her tits against his hairy, scratchy balls. Lanloiuse groaned, but his balls made her tits stir.
She could feel the wetness beneath her legs, the tremor in her belly, the flames rushing along her trunk, and the twitching of her asshole.
Kathy opened her eyes once more and swallowed another inch of huge cock. Her fingers went around his balls and began playing with them. Lanloiuse sat forward. His mouth was opening and closing like that of a fish out of water.
He ran his fingers through her hair momentarily before taking his hand away. "OH, WOMAN, YOU ARE TOO MUCH," he told her in a breathless voice.
"I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, YOU BIG, HAIRY STUD," she answered. Only her voice was muffled by all that meat she held in her mouth. Lanloiuse could not understand a word and did not bother asking what she had said. The sensations of her work, the feel of her hot, tight mouth, was too delicious to say another word.
She shut her pulled wide lips around him, then with her mouth a swollen oval, she began to suck. The sucking was a slow, hot, slurping process.
He felt it as his cock slowly swelled to its full length and thickness. Flushes of pink heat rushed from his organ down into his balls, now so skillfully held and worked by her talented fingers.
There wasn't a reaction Lanloiuse had which wasn't touched in some way by her, manipulated, added to, raised several notches on the erotic heat scale.
He shut his eyes at last. The final images on his retina were of her kneeling before him, head bowed, her lips painted pink and swollen wide around the shaft she was so dutifully sucking. The sway of her tits accented the whole thing. Just thinking about it made his cock jump, swell and fly about.
Kathy was beginning to hum her little cocksucker's tune. It was the one she always hummed when her lust rose to a certain level and she was satisfied with the cock she was working.
Her mouth changed from an easy to a more intense suck. His cock stirred in her mouth, not that it could move very far.
Each twitch he made sent it bashing against her teeth. A sharp jolt of pleasure would travel from the stem down to his balls. Kathy was squeezing his nuts as if they were spauldines. Each squeeze caused him to shift uneasily.
Lanloiuse was blowing air out between his lips and his nostrils were flaring. His mouth was twisted one second, serene the next. A light film of sweat covered his entire body. The bedsheets were wet beneath him. His every fiber trembled with the stirring effect of what she was doing.
Suddenly the sound of blowing became very loud. Her mouth was slurping around his tool, the cheeks indenting, as her face turned red with the sheer effort being expended. Under her brown skin the redness showed up as a darker flush, a deep chocolate color.
A long river of sweat rushed down between her jiggling tits and also from underneath them. Her face kept exploding into strain lines. Kathy salivated and sloshed the saliva around his huge tool to slick it and keep it friction free.
Then she began to piston her mouth up and down, letting out three inches, then swallowing them back. She went slowly at first before adding speed.
Her smooth, fleshy lip pads were soon a traveling circle of flame around shaking cockmeat. She went like a whirling dervish across the tortured, hot, bumping, veined surface. He was swallowed in and released over and over.
Lanloiuse sat up even straighter. Her fingers, which had been working his throbbing balls, dropped them and began tugging on the coarse hairs growing across his ball sac.
Every tug made Lanloiuse squirm and dance, but Kathy held him tightly in her powerful cocksucker's mouth. Lanloiuse may have tried to rise, but he did not escape from those powerful lips.
Each new tug made his head spin, his brain sizzle and his mouth twist. Flashes of purple, pink and orange were flying across his body. His cock was already as big and thick as it would ever become.
Her mouth went a bit faster, flying across flaming flesh. He began to twist his head in every direction in order to work off the overwhelming strain of the effect of her flaming tongue action. His teeth clenched, his head flew. He was shaking like a demon. Lanloiuse could not believe this was happening to him. The woman was simply marvelous.
She let go of his balls. There would be no more pulling his hair or squeezing his balls with insistent fingers. Her mouth was a consuming tunnel, a living monster of passion unleashed.
He tried to stand. Her mouth was taking control. He was merely an appendage now. Her fingers reached for his inner thighs. She began to pinch the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Each pinch sent a flash of orange through his crotch.
He could feel her handiwork in his balls. They seethed with activity and sensations. His cock felt as if it would come off in her mouth. Shards of purple fire continued rushing from his trembling cockhead into his torso.
Not only did he feel in his balls, but in his brain, his toes, his stomach, chest and spine. All of him was on fire because of her.
Lanloiuse tried taking hold of the sensation, but felt lost. Her marvelous mouth was simply too strong, the sensations being delivered were too powerful, too good.
Kathy quickly changed her tune. She lifted her lips up and away. Her teeth replaced them. Gently, yet firmly, she rode up and down his steely prong. Kathy scraped the upper and lower half of the cock she was servicing. The sides of his tool were massaged by her rapidly suctioning lips.
Gnashing his teeth, he twisted his head in every direction of the compass. Lanloiuse groaned and cried out several times. The sensation of naked teeth and smooth lips on reddened, over-stimulated, ultra-sensitive cockflesh, was too much for one man to stand.
He thought he was going out of his mind.
Lanloiuse thought he would scream, faint, and bash his brains out against the bedpost. Still, the blowing went on and on. Kathy Eaton was a merciless tongue artist. She was lost in a world of her own making.
As this was happening to him she flew about inside her own head. Kathy felt the sway of her hot, sweating tits, the swell of her nipples, the rush of sensations every time her nipples touched his hairy flesh. She gasped at the touch of his cock against the back of her throat. She sighed with the churning of her cunt and the clenching of her bowels.
She wanted him in her every hole, but could have him in just one place, her mouth. So, if she had to settle for that, she would make the best deal of it that she could make.
Rivers of sweat raced along flaming flesh. She felt the sweat literally pour from her hairline down her forehead and the sides of her face. She felt him sweating, too, but was sure he wasn't sweating like she was. Lanloiuse was sitting there like a prince, being serviced by his favorite harem sweetie. All the while, Kathy Eaton was doing all the work, sucking her heart out, working her lips to the bone, using her body the way nature had intended for a woman to use her body.
Each time her mouth came down and she swallowed him in as far as she dared or could, Kathy felt herself being gorged, almost overwhelmed by hard, stiff cock. She had to fight not to go under and fall into the arms of panic. She fought to hold him, master him, and ride the pleasure churning in her cunt, dancing in her bowels, to a great wave of satisfaction as she came at last in a flaming climax of love and lust.
Kathy tried to swallow more cock than she had before. She almost gagged. The feel of her throat closing around the tip of his huge, blunt, billy club of flesh, sent Lanloiuse into a paroxysm of gasping motions. Yellow flashes flew through his brain.
She began to use her teeth with greater power and got him to go through another series of paroxysms. This excited her. She was getting over her failed attempt to swallow him down. The attempt had left her short of breath, gagging, forcing herself not to cough, so that she could complete the blow and have him finish successfully in her mouth.
Lanloiuse was no longer able to talk. He was traveling too far and fast and high, and so was she. They were voyagers in the inner universe of the bedroom, treading ground that was the same, yet different.
Kathy breathed through her nose so that she could swallow this monster cock, working him deeply into her mouth and still not gagging.
She moved her teeth away and brought her lips back down. Kathy began to work him with savage piston swallows that took a bit more of him than before into her mouth, then let him back out. She held on tightly to that thick, muscular base, while letting him out to the tip, delivering a fast, bloodcurdling suck, before swallowing deeply.
She was wet with perspiration and her face kept exploding into lines of ecstasy and pain and strain. Sweat ran down the sides of her body from her armpits. Sweat rushed down her back from her hair and along her spinal groove. The sweat ran along her anal ditch and over her puffed anal ring, sore from a recent fucking. There was a slight burning as the sweat touched here. By then she was in such a lather and her cunt was so worked up that Kathy hardly felt the burning. What she did feel was turned into fast streaks of purple fire dancing through her clenching, hungering asshole.
She could not stop and did not stop. She was possessed, as much a slave of ruthless, dynamic sex as the man she so faithfully served and serviced.
"ARRGH, OHHHH!" he exclaimed. His passion had become so great that words, both intelligible and unintelligible, were being torn from his lips, after bubbling up from his erotic and inflamed interior.
Her cunt churned so hard and fast it that it seemed as if Kathy was nearing the very edge of her climax. Her left hand dropped down. Knowing fingers found her wide-open, willing cunthole. She was wet, slick, awash in her own juices.
Knowing fingers carried out a staccato drumming that continued steadily without abatement. It was the drumming of endles lust. It was the drumbeat of passions so well known to modern as well as primitive man. It was the fast, steady movement of fingers familiar not only to the mountain highlands, but to the tropic jungles as well, the ski slopes of the Alps, and the endless vistas of America. This was the steady drumming of womanhood seeking satisfaction.
Her fingers went faster. She worked with a demonical energy. The demon of passions unleashed rushed through her very soul, tasting of each fiber of her living, hungering flesh.
His hard hands came down on her head. He held her skull firmly, almost pushing her head down. But Kathy added tension to her neck muscles, which corded like rope. The tension gave her neck rigidity and her head support. With her head in one spot, she sucked on, her rhythm uninterrupted, her lips so soft, steadily raising his sexual temperature point by point.
His face kept collapsing into lines, then turned serene. From moment to moment it was not the same, ever changing, ever moving like a landscape during an earthquake. Sweat ran across his flaming face in a hundred crooked, large and small rivers.
He was gasping, like a man about to pass out, and yet he was closer to the flame of life than ever before. Passion had suffused his body with a great and endless power. He was superman reborn. Her mouth had made of him a mighty sexual creature. He was her slave now, to do with as she saw fit.
His hands were strong on her head. They pressed down on her skull, almost as if to crush it. His blunt, hard, muscled fingers, overgrown with brown-gray hairs, entwined themselves around her hair and gave little jerks on the shimmering black mass that sent pink streaks of fire out across her body to her cunt and asshole. Here the streaks were no longer pains, but additional shards of pleasure to make her madder with the fires that raged within her head.
They were creatures of passion unleashed at this very moment, controlling and being controlled, rushing to and fro, twisting, having things done to them and doing things back in return.
His balls shifted uneasily and he knew he was not far away from the time when great jets of thick, white Cajun cream would rush down her fine black throat and fill her belly with low calorie, high protein love food. It was the best diet for any woman, the kind of diet more women would be happy with, and which would keep so many slim, trim and happy well into their golden years.
His hands tightened around her head. Then suddenly his hands lifted away, the fingers let go of the fine hairs, and his palms came down on either side of her face. He clasped her with bone crushing power. She moaned, groaned, oohed and aahed, but Kathy Eaton stopped blowing. Her head could no longer move, though her fine, overworked lips were ovalled around his cock, stopped in mid-piston from taking even one more stroke.
He licked his lips, and with his eyes still screwed shut, his sweat-wreathed, passion-wracked face pointed at the heavens above. The powerful Cajun began to piston his hips, swung his legs around her body, locked ankle over ankle, and held her prisoner, while he began to fuck her in the mouth.
She held perfectly still, her mouth open as wide as she could open it, while Lanloiuse fucked her with growing lewdness and a quickening pace.
His hips pistoned forward, his cock filling her, touching her throat and the rear of her mouth. She would gag a little each time he did this. But every jolt of his firm cock sent a spasm of yellow fire rushing to her churning cunt.
His cock was a tremendous blunderbuss of power that ripped against the inner surface of her mouth, jamming against her teeth, wiggling in reaction to the fire forced through the head of his cock into his stem by each scrape of her teeth and each swallow of her gagging throat.
Kathy knew that every time her throat closed around him his cock swelled a bit more and tried to slap up and rip off the roof of her mouth. But she held him in place, or rather, he held her in place.
His hands were so strong around her head that she could not turn her face away from him. His cock moved with supersonic speed between the trembling pads of her containing lips. He rocked on his hips, shifting forward and back. Her entire brain was sizzling with the essence of the fire he had let loose within her. Her mouth, it seemed, was not powerful or large enough to contain the fiery force of the harsh, huge instrument hungrily fucking her face.
But take it she did. Kathy not only took it, but continued to salivate and slosh saliva around his hard fucking tool, so that he was able to fuck her mouth and face without the slightest hitch or delay. This ride was smooth and friction-free. He moved like a demon on Vaseline-greased wheels through the opening of her mouth. He touched and plumbed the very depths of her oral cavity. There were moments when he tried driving his hard cock down her throat, and at times it seemed he might succeed.
All the while she served him, she took it, she was his slave, his mistress of the moment. Her mouth was an oral cunt for him to fuck, to possess, to enjoy till his very seed was ripped from his balls by the overpowering flames of unenduring passion.
Kathy sucked air in through her nostrils. Her brain swooned due to the lack of enough oxygen and too much passion and overwork. Her head was pounding with the thunder of his strokes and the heavy rumble of her own blood racing through her veins and arteries in the heated trip through the circulatory passages of her flesh.
Her tits wobbled, shook and swung this way and that. Her asshole opened and closed and clenched all the way up, hungering for a good cock to ream out her bowels.
Lanloiuse did not stop. He was a man of molten steel. His balls were being pulled up into his body. The time was not far away when a great gusher of white cream would rush from his spasming, piston-ing cockhead, into the dark wetness of her oral cavity, and down her throat. Lanloiuse laughed like a madman in a cage, his face up and back, his chin pointing at the ceiling. His face was beaded by sweat, his mouth open, his eyes twisted shut, his nostrils flaring in the ecstasy of advanced passion.
Lanloiuse laughed at how the cum would jet from him, lubricate her throat, and fill her belly. His cock pounded still harder into his living sex slave and Kathy took every bash, each tremor passing up and down her trembling frame making the sex so much better and sweeter.
Her drumming fingers were moving with supersonic speed. Soon, she knew, soon the flame would burn bright inside her for short seconds and the thunder would sound and she would spill forth the juices of her bodily fulfillment.
The thunder struck suddenly, turning his entire frame into an incandescent mass of lustfully irritated flesh. Lanloiuse arched, and in that moment of arching he stopped fucking for a second, but his cock was driven farther and deeper into her than ever before.
It jammed into the back of her throat and part-ways down. Then he started to spasm. He shook like a man experiencing the shock of ten thousand volts of purple electric fire rushing through his flesh.
His cock exploded in a fury of white. A blizzard of cream filled her and rushed down her throat. In shock and bliss Kathy took all this, forced down the urge to cough, and began to swallow. Her mouth started to suck. Her tune was suck and swallow, suck and swallow.
After his momentary jolt Lanloiuse began to pound into her. His growing meat fucked her hard. There were moments when Kathy thought the very gums would be ripped from her mouth, but she held tight and did not lose her fine technique. And always, like in the past, she swallowed. Kathy swallowed as hard and fast as she could so that there would be no flooding of cum in her mouth and possible choking.
She kept taking it all and swallowing, her fingers not for one second stopping their ruthless jabbing in and out of her clenching, steaming, wet cunt-hole.
Even though she was swallowing his cum as fast as possible, enough of it remained in her mouth to coat his cock with a sticky, milky film, and her lips also, as his cock flew between the ovalled pads of her pink painted mouth.
His cock was shrinking, the flow was slowing. She had done her work and had drained him with skill and love when her own climax was reached.
In a burst of color, heat and lights she arched, stopping for a second, hardly even feeling his cock, her body on the edge of eternity. She merged, became one with the universe, then tingled all over with sparks of red.
Her juices burst forth, rushing from her, running over her moving fingers, down across her inner thighs, and dripping onto the carpet below.
The discharge touched her all over, in her heart, her mind, behind her eyes, in her pointy nipples, and also the far reaches of her clenching asshole. Her face became a mask of strain and serenity alternately.
When she recovered enough, short seconds after the first blast, Kathy continued with her sucking and swallowing. He was almost dry now. His cock was discernibly softer and shorter. His powerful, hairy legs, wrapped tightly around her, did not clench with such power and determination. The power was gone now that the passion had somewhat abated.
Lanloiuse slowed some more, his body relaxing, his legs opening, falling away, landing on the floor with a thud, his eyes opening slowly. His face and body were covered in rolling streams of sweat. He was exhausted, could barely move a muscle, yet was strangely at peace, fulfilled.
He blew out gusts of air, gasped a few times, and shook his head at the power and wonder of it all. Then he looked down at the woman he was still fucking and stopped, his powerful hands falling away from her head.
She felt his hands come away. It was as if a ton of steel bricks had been lifted from off her. Kathy began to move her face again, to continue the suck she had stopped before. Her entire body was still swimming in the after effects of her shattering cum. Her cunt was wet and sticky. She felt as if each cell in her body was separated and vibrating on its own, with red fire between the cells.
Her hands came up. She again took his balls and cock in her hand. His cum, what had not been swallowed down, drooled out over her soft, passion-bloated lips, and down her chin, to drop off onto her jiggling, wet, gleaming brown breasts.
"I love your cock," she mumbled, her mouth full.
Despite the slurring of the words he heard and smiled. Lanloiuse reached out and patted her wet, lustrous black hair. He looked at her shapely form in the dimness of the room and smiled.
"Suck it all you want, honey, I won't stop you. It's all yours till your mouth gives out."
Kathy hardly heard him. She was lost in a self-fulfilling passionate world of her own. If it took the cocks of strange, unknown and sometimes exciting men to give her what she needed, then that was the way it would have to be.