Chapter 8
Getting a passport proved simple for Lazara, and she used one of her day's off to go to Switzerland with Marilyn and open a numbered bank account. The IRS was one group of people who weren't going to fuck her. Enough of her salary was withheld every week, most of which she knew she would not get back. The diamond would remain in her New York safe deposit box, since she was permitted to receive up to three-thousand dollars in gifts from any one person in the course of a year without having to pay taxes on it. Not that she would bother declaring it. The last thing she wanted to do was get Mike Gersten in trouble.
By the time she returned to work, Lazara decided she ought to get her own apartment. Many of the stewardesses shared apartments with the idea that while one was on flight duty, the other would be around to guard the apartment. Lazara had no intentions of sharing her quarters with anyone. She got herself an apartment in Bellerose, which was halfway between her parents' home and the airport. Now only twenty minutes from work, she was able to sleep a little later in the morning, or take care of the seemingly endless chores one had when living alone.
It was at this time that she met her first southern lover. Duane Forest was a forty-three-year-old man with reddish-blond hair, leathery skin, four missing front teeth, and squinty blue eyes. He dressed like a garage mechanic, his clothing always rumpled and his manners always coarse. Being a southerner, he had certain natural prejudices, though this did not extend to his sex life. Even in Georgia Duane had gone out of his way to get what he termed black meat when the white girls were unavailable. During his early youth, prior to the Civil Rights movement, he had become used to getting black girls to do whatever he wished. Afterward, though many of them became independent, he still managed to get his way with those he had known, earlier. He was a man used to having black woman do as he wished, and as a result, when he saw Lazara for the first time, while on a flight from Atlanta to New York, he tried picking her up on the plane, and was treated somewhat coolly. This didn't sit too well with him.
When the plane landed, he followed her in a cab to her apartment to Bellerose, and followed her right to the door. She, unaware he was behind her, unlocked the door, went inside, but before she shut it, he had pushed his way in and had shut the door behind him.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she gasped, her eyes wide with fright.
"Ah'm here t'get me a li'l piece of black tail," he told her. "Now ah know you no'thern nigras do things different from the way we do 'em where ah live, so ah'll tell you right now, ah don't 'spect somethin' fer nuthin'."
"You prejudiced white honky bastard," she snapped at him through gritted teeth. "Who the hell do you think you are, forcing your way into my apartment and treating me like some goddamned whore?"
"Whoa!" Duane told her. "Ah know an ain't got much manners, and ah don't deny ah'm prejudiced, 'cause that's the way ah was brought up and ah can't change the thinkin' that was pumped into me. Y'all can call me any names y'want, and y'can even hate me. But seems ah got so used t'black tail where ah lived, ah discovered it was sexier than white ass. Now ah'm hooked on it. Ah got a lotta money, a lotta money. Ah make mah livin' ownin' a couple of slaughter houses, an' a can pay. You happen to be jus' about the prettiest little black poon ah ever seen. Now y'don't have to like me to screw fer me. Most of the black gals where ah come from never liked me, but they gave me their pussies all the same. With you, ah'm willin' to pay."
"You bland-faced, ugly son of a bitch," Lazara said to him. "Before I'd have anything to do with you, I'd make you pay me a hundred dollars for every black girl you ever raped."
"Shoot! That'd come to quite a lotta money, all right. But ah'll tell y'what. You tell me how much yer payin' rent on this place, and ah'll pay the rest of yer lease fer you."
"You just get out of here," Lazara snapped. "I don't want your money, and I don't want you." "Shoot! Honey, ah know ah'm a southerner and ah know ah'm prejudiced as all hell, but ah'm an influential southerner. You force me t'waik outta here without my gettin' some of that pussy of yours, and ah go to certain friends of mine who know the heads of the airline, and before y'know it, you'll be out on your keester. Iff'n y'don't believe ah can do it, you just go on an' tell me t' git outta here again." Lazara's eyes were now wide with horror and disbelief. Her face was quivering and tears began to flow from her large brown eyes. Her trembling lips tried to speak, but she knew full well that this ugly man was telling her the truth. The man was smiling at her, knowing he had her, now. By God! Now she was calming down and starting to behave like the poon-tang he knew back home. Even with a northern veneer these blackies were all alike.
"Why?" she gasped. "I never did anything to you. Why are youi coming after me this way. There are plenty of black women you can pick up on Forty-Second street who'll be more than happy to accommodate you."
"Shoot, honey, ah don't want me a dose of the clap. You're a nice, clean li'l airline hostess, and your just the kinda nigra that appeals t'me. Like ah say, y'all don't have t'like me, jus' fuck fer me. Ah ain't unreasonable. Jest so y'don't even wanna start hollerin' rape, ah'll pay the freight, cause ah'U be stoppin' in once every couple of months, and ah want you handy, so ah figure if ah pay fer this here place, y'll stay here. Ah don't know what rent your payin', but knowin' New York like ah do, it'll be a lot. So ah'll figger y'have a three-year lease, and yer payin' three-hunnert-and-fifty a month. Since ah don't believe in checks, ah'm givin' you fourteen-thou even. That'll cover all the rentV
He dug his hand into an inside pocket and pulled out a fat wallet. Then he began counting out thousand-dollar bills, dropping them one by one on the hall table.
Lazara was actually paying two-hundred-and-eighty-five a month, and she knew she was coming out way ahead, because the money she would have been forced to put toward her own rent was now going into her Swiss bank account.
"Le's go!" Duane said, and he pushed her further into the apartment, toward the door that was obviously the bedroom.
He felt the power flowing through him more strongly than ever. It was his first trip north, and he was going to do with a little northern Negro girl what he did with all the blackies down south. She was just as scared of him as the others. In his own twisted mind he was certain the fear was something inbred into all blacks. He would be fortunate in never meeting Daryn Purcell, because Daryn was the kind of man who was frightened of no one. He had already flattened more than eight prejudiced honkies, including two longshoremen, and three truck drivers.
Sobbing, trembling, shuddering with fear, the helpless stewardess stumbled into the bedroom with Duane Forest shoving her all the way. Once they were inside the room, he turned her to face him, saying, "Le's see how them black lips taste, baby!" He gripped her shoulders and pulled her against him, pressing his toothless smile against her lips, crushing her against his aroused and fevered body. He began kissing her almost as if he intended swallowing her face. Lazara felt his large, greedy hands cupping the fullness of her rounded breasts through the thick fabric of her jacket and blouse. Despite the desperation of her helpless plight, she discovered her treacherous body was already beginning to react with a stealing warmth that left her almost limp and boneless.
"Ummmfff . . . uuuggghhh . . . stop kissing me . . ." she gasped. "You stink, you terrible man . . ."
She tried squirming away from him, pulling back, and the man leaned down and wrapped his arms around her knees and lifted. In an attempt to keep herself from falling back, she fell forward, tumbling over his shoulder, and though the man was slender he was strong and lifted her with no trouble whatsoever. He walked over to the bed, leaned forward, dumping her lovely form on top of the bedspread. Then instantly crouched over her body, his wide, toothless grin making him look like an herbivorous dinosaur about to pounce on a tasty green bush. He tore his jeans and shirt off, then suddenly yanked the hands from her trembling front and proceeded to tear her clothing off.
"Before y'start screamin"bout the fuckin' uniform, ah'll pay y' fer that, too," he told her, and took his wallet out again and dropped three crisp new one-hundred-dollar bills on the nearby night table.
Lazara lay there, stark naked, shuddering as his hungry eyes roamed over her ebony form. She sobbed, then suddenly gasped as he hurriedly removed his own clothing, throwing everything in a heap on the floor. She stared at his long, white penis topped with the almost-brilliantly red glans.
"Don't you dare stick that thing in me," she gasped.
"Y'know somethin'," he told her. "Though ah admit ah've raped hundreds of blackies, ah never once stuck mah cock in one of 'em till they all but begged fer it. Ah'm gonna treat you the same way. Ah'm gonna make you beg for the ol' dong before I push it into you."
"I'll never do that," she insisted. "Oh yes y'will. Ah know mah women. You're one of them hot bitches that can't control herself after awhile. So ah'm gonna start suckin' on that pussy y'have hidden under that black bush till you beg me t'fuck you. Believe me, you'll beg!"
"Don't come near me," Lazara gasped, her voice choking as he all but fell on her, his hands pushing between her thighs, clamping themselves on her inner thighs and pushing them open. Her eyes were wide with horror, and Lazara struggled to close her legs, but the blond man was too determined.
"Y'know," he told her. "If you scream loud enough, maybe some of the neighbors'!! hear you, and they'll come to see what's wrong, and ah can tell 'em how you lured me up here, took all that money what's layin' in the front hall, then tried to git me outta here. They'll call the police, and it'll all go down on the police blotter that your a nice li'l black whore."
"What did I ever do to deserve you," she wanted to know as she lay there on the bed watching his tongue circle his sensuous lips in nervous anticipation of the oral ravishment of her lushly hair-covered vagina.
Leering at the pink moist flesh of her shamefully naked vagina as it barely shone through the hair, he told her, "Honey, you ain't never been lapped until Duane Forest has given your pussy a good eatin'. Ah'm gonna show you what it's really like to have an expert feed on that sweet li'l ol' twat of yours."
Lazara groaned, knowing she was helplessly in this man's clutches, and what really bothered her was the fact that her body was all atremble, inwardly looking forward to what was going to happen. Even her inner mind was laughing a little, thinking that here was this bigoted southern scum kneeling before cunt, on the bed, ready, without realizing it, to pay homage to her by licking her pussy. Although the idea of being touched by this southern-fried prejudiced son of a bitch didn't appeal to her, if he was going to force her into anything, as far as she was inwardly concerned, this was the best thing. She was inwardly shudder- ing with unwanted arousal, feeling the parting of her lush pubic hair, followed by the slow drawing apart of her inner labia, the naked exposure of her wet vaginal slash now exposed to his red-rimmed eyes.
Lazara tried to inwardly regain some control over herself, thinking she might eventually take command of the situation. Now he was kneeling closer between her trembling ankles, and she felt herself incapable of movement, feeling almost like a hypnotized bird watching the approach of an anaconda. The part of her that was repelled by this ugly man began shouting all kinds of warnings, but she managed to ignore them and forced herself to lie still.
Duane's eyes hungrily stared with licentious desire at the thick black triangle of pubic hair. He was moving, almost reverentially, slowly, putting his hands on her knees and forcing them even farther apart. Then he kissed her inner thighs, feeling the wantonly open stewardess tremble.
"Do you have to waste so much time?" she gasped. "Just do what's necessary," she snapped, exulting in the tingly feeling running through her, realizing that the more she taunted this man, the more certain he was to take his time, and the more thrilling he would make it for her. "Get it over with!"
"Hey, jigaboo, ah don't cotton to no one tellin' me how feat pussy. When it comes to cuntlappin', everyone else inna world holds second place to ol' Duane Forest. That's mah name, an' don't you fergit it. Duane Forest."
Lazara felt his heatedly eager lips now tracing patterns on her other thigh, the quivering heat of his salacious tongue tracing a galvanically wicked path across the nakedness of her dark flesh. He forced her thighs to spread even wider and raised her knees a little by putting her ankles on his shoulders. She purposely let her feet slip down to his thighs, and he left them there. With the toes of her right foot she found herself touching his thick penis, and when she tried removing her foot he gripped her ankle and said, "Jes' leave it there, honey. Ah like it. Feels goodV
The flat of her foot was now pressing against the length of his cock, and Lazara shut her eyes in the depths of despair and disgust, only to open them immediately when his finger once more began poking at her vaginal lips. She jumped as if he had touched her skin with a livewire.
Duane moved farther forward, his face inching toward the gently trembling folds of her shuddering vagina. He used his thumbs to peel them back all over again after tugging the hair aside, and he stared into the inviting pink cavern of softly sensitive flesh now spread completely open to him. He had seen a lot of cunt in his time, but each time he looked at a different one he had to admit it really intrigued him. Yeah man! This was one nice- looking cunt, among the best, and he had seen a lot of them, he sure had. No wonder she kept it covered with such a bush. It was one gorgeous pussy.
He stared at it for a very long moment then expertly moved his head in and down, his long pink tongue darting hungrily and deeply into the sweet well that was her wetly pulsing vagina.
"Ohhhhh . . . hhhuuunnnhhh!" the trapped stewardess gasped, realizing the man had an educated tongue, all right. It was so good, if she allowed him to continue for any length of time and he didn't make her climax, she was smart enough to know she probably would beg him to fuck her. She struggled, trying to sit upright on the bed. "Don't do that," she told him. "I don't want it. I don't want you. I don't want anything to do with you. Just take your money and leave."
But Duane was already committed to his course of action, and gripping her buttocks, pulled so that she was lying flat out on the bed and his face once again sank into the dripping porousness that was her vagina. His tongue already was flicking back and forth against the tiny erect bud of her rigidly swollen clitoris, and she realized this man knew how to munch pussy, all right.
"Stop it!" she gasped at him. "I don't . . . uhhhhh . . . want you to do this ..."
She was able to feel every sensual thing the greedily sucking southerner was doing to her vagina. His hands were squeezing and massaging the rounded cheeks of her buttocks and inner thighs. His lips ... now more than eager to continue ... were sucking, licking, sipping and drinking the oils from her twitching vagina. Sparks of unwanted delight were blistering their way through her ravaged nerve-endings. Then, without warning, his tongue ... heatedly quivering with a thrilling life all its own ... pushed its way into the deepest part of her open cunt until, like a wet, slimy penis, it was lodged in the quivering vaginal tunnel.
"Gggaaaaggghhh! Please ... no more ..." she gasped, writhing helplessly beneath him. "No more . . . uhhhhh ... no more . . . stop ... I don't want this . . . hhhaaannnhhh . . .it's horrible . . . please . . . please . . . ohhhhh . . . hhhuuunnnhhh . . . aaannnggghhh ..." This last was spoken even as her loins, without her wanting them to do so, thrust up eagerly to meet the bigoted man's voracious mouth.
Her body began responding instinctively, vibrantly twitching with a convulsive determination to escape the continuing oral outrage, if only to protect herself, for soon she would be so aroused she would indeed be begging him to finish her with his penis. Her hips pulled down into the mattress, grinding back and away as a morass of shame and guilt began welling up in her, for she realized he was too strong, and her cunt was indeed falling under his influence whether she liked it or not. He was using his tongue on her dripping vaginal well so licentiously she was losing what little control she had left.
"Huuunnnggghhh ..." she gasped, fighting desperately to keep her senses under control, unable to stop from acknowledging the sensual twinges of desire needling their way through her, stabbing at her with explosive power, subverting her body to the man's sadistic desires. She knew now that it was hopeless. She was already going insane because of the way this bigot was lapping her pussy, and if he stopped before she came, she would indeed give in to him and beg to be fucked. Staring down the length of her body, between her legs, she saw his eyes staring above her black hedge of pelvic hair, looking at her with a certain sadistic satisfaction while his hungrily sucking mouth and heatedly stabbing tongue labored at the widespread slash between her thighs as he made the loudest, noisiest, most obscene, wet sucking sounds.
Duane's eyes remained fixed on the beautiful stewardess's contorted face, his tongue continuing to lance unendingly into the depths of her creaming vaginal abbey. He saw the tears coming to her eyes as tears came to all the eyes of women who fought him while he sucked their cunts, for they realized beyond the shadow of a doubt that he had won ... as he always did. Her body was already on her side.
His tongue continued probing between her blood-swollen vaginal lips, licking up and down as well as in and out. Sometimes he'd use the oral organ like a cock, fucking it back and forth, and other times he'd flatten it and rub it against her creaming slash, tickling her clitoris. He listened with delight to her whimpers of agonized pleasure as he gripped the tiny bud between his lips and pulled and sucked. Gripping it firmly, he ran his tongue around and around it, washing the tremblingly sensitive flesh, massaging it into fiercely pulsing erection. There was an involuntary jerk of her pelvis as she began grinding up at him in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his continually arousing tonguing. Her spinning head was now flailing from side to side as new sounds of thrilled delight tore themselves from the depths of her quivering body.
Duane pulled back a little. Now his tongue slowly and deliberately licked the edges of her crisp ebony pelvic curls, then his thumbs tugged them aside to expose the entire pinkiy glistening slit of her dripping vagina. He began breathing against her clitoris, and even the expulsion of his heated breath sent a series of visible tingles charging through the nakedness of her dusky body.
Her body began quivering and jerking as once more the man's practiced tongue returned to the tasty depths of her sweet vaginal nave. This time he was licking with the flat of his tongue . . . like a thirsty lion lapping at a waterhole . . . the oral organ slithering from clitoris to anus, then back again. Then, once more his tongue plunged full length into the seething depths of her creaming vagina, and her head whipped round on the pillow as she wailed in desperation because of the passion tearing through her.
Reaching under her body, he raised her legs and then set them down so they were draped over his shoulders while his hands gripped her shuddering asscheeks and pulled her body even more tightly against his face.
Moans and groans of loud pleasure filled the tiny bedroom as the man hungrily crammed his lingual digit all the more deeply into the searing moistness that was her vaginal cavern.
What the helll Lazaia. thought. He was a bigoted bastard, but he sure knew how to lap a pussy. Since there was no way for her to stop the man, she might just as well enjoy what he was doing to her. Her fingers tangled in the long, unkempt strands of red-gold hair, pulling his face in tight against the steamy swamp that was her cunt.
Duane knew he had her. She was his! For the moment she belonged to him, and only to him! He had become the absolute master of this coon poon, and she was his to suck, to fuck, or to do anything else he chose.
Lazara felt incapable of moving at the moment. She felt as though she no longer even wanted to move. All there was in the whole world was this.
Her eyes looked on the lanky man as his head bobbed obscenely between her widespread thighs and her fingers urged him even closer into her simmering wetness. Her hot cunt was trembling under the continually frantic attacks of his moving tongue. Her tang filled his nostrils and he had to admit she sure smelled good all the way inside. Weren't many cunts, black or white, that smelled this good. Lordy! His swollen cock was rubbing against the bedspread and hurting the hell out of him.
The sex-maddened man breathed strongly into her vaginal depths, feeling the cheeks of her rounded buttocks clenching in his hands and then relaxing again. He pried her mahogany brown thighs wider apart and pushed his mouth solidly against the slippery wetness of her pulsating vaginal slit as she writhed about on the bed. He began diving even deeper, now, so that the soft inner lips of her vagina rimmed his nose and lips. Gripping her buttocks tightly so she was unable to escape, he continued thrusting his tongue ever deeper into her sodden vaginal folds. Lazara jerked with the hotly teasing contact, her quaking cuntal corridor continually opening and closing around his tongue like a squeezing elastic band until the man had difficulty breathing.
Now he lifted her body and began licking her anus, rimming the crinkled brown pucker and darting his tongue past the sphincter into the wet pinkness, within. He rammed his tongue deeper and deeper into her tiny nether entrance, bringing guttural moans of tormented Just from her throat. Her softly warm thighs clung to his head as he felt her excited anal flesh slip wetiy around his probing tongue as if the nibbling little hairless hole was actually trying to grab his tongue and pull it out by the roots.
The beautiful ebony stewardess was now beating her heels madly against the man's shoulders, rubbing her anxiously palpitating cunt against his grizzled face as he licked and sucked, moving his mouth back and forth between the two holes. She was aroused past the point of caring, now. She was shuddering and quaking and quivering and she needed satisfaction.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped.
"Whatcha all want, y'li'l nigger bitch?" Duane asked, lifting his head and grinning his toothless grin.
"You honky lump of crap!" she told him, trembling. "Keep sucking my cunt. That's what I want."
Still grinning widely, the blond man drove his wide-open mouth savagely downward, his lips mashing against her deliciously opened vaginal labia, tongue cramming itself deeply inside in the ultimate French kiss.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped as the man's slashing tongue plunged all the more deeply into the steaming depths of her vaginal flesh.
Duane continued his wanton tonguing of her wetly shuddering vaginal openness. His hands slid up her belly to the fullness of her ebony breasts, cupping and squeezing and pulling on them almost brutally now while his mouth and tongue continued the assault on her widespread vagina. He made obscenely anxious sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Lazara's mind with a weird cacaphony of noise. Convulsively, she clenched her hands in his gold hair as his probing tongue began again to orally shove itself into her, moving faster, faster, and then faster. He slid the oral organ through her dilating flesh, listening to the helpless air hostess whimpering unintelligibly. The man swirled and flicked his tongue around the soft, buttery interior of the deliciously foaming vagina. He pushed her smooth, dark thighs even farther apart until the whole of her flowing vaginal openness was spread wide in naked abandonment to his licentious oral ministrations. He thrust his tongue deeper, deeper, and deeper yet into the searing liqueous depths of her broiling vagina.
The helpless woman's cries of thrilled animal pleasure now filled the room. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Her brain was screaming again and again as the man continued licking and drinking from her passion-drenched vagina.
Lazara had to admit the southern scum was right. She had never, in her wildest imagination dreamed a tongue was this good. Mike Gersten had lapped her pussy that first time she had been with him, but the man wasn't anything like this prejudiced southern vermin. She hated him, hated his beliefs, hated everything about him . . . except his tongue . . . and perhaps his cock. If he was able to suck this well, she had no doubt he'd be able to fuck just as well. That maddening oral probe of his working into her simmering pussy was driving her up the wall. She was going insane.
Her hands were tightening their hold on his hair as she tugged his face even more deeply into her vaginal juncture. He allowed her to force him deeper into the palpitating simmer as his tongue reached all the way in to tickle her navel from within. His twisted nose was mashed tightly against her tiny lust-stiffened clitoris, and he felt the wetly fleshy walls of her invaded interior trying desperately to cling to his tongue as her rectal walls had tried, earlier.
Lazara writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely thrilling movement of his driving tongue until she was certain she would go insane with the sheer rapture of it all. Wow! She had to have release, and very soon. Her head continued flailing like that of a broken rag doll as she ground her seething vaginal core into the man's lusting mouth and tongue. She felt the gathering billows of her climax rising, rising, rising, and then peaking . . .
Abruptly, her entire body stiffened and Duane was overjoyed to hear the beautiful black girl cry out loud, "AAAIIIGGG . . . YYYAAANNN-GGGHHH . . . COMMMIIINNNGGG . . . UUUNNNGGGHHH . . . EEEYYYAAA RRRGGGHHH . . . CAN'T STOP . . . HHHAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Her entire body seemed to erupt beneath him, and Duane had to admit he had never seen any woman respond this way, before. Maybe these northern blackies were more sensual. This here woman was sure the most sex-starved thing he had ever seen, and he had the feeling that her lust for sex was in spite of having all the cock she wanted. Shit! Didn't these goddamn northern men know how to throw a decent fuck. Hell! He'd have to teach her that, as well..
She lay there, her entire body spasming and contorting and twisting, the cords in her neck standing out as she pulled with all her strength on the man's hair, yanking his face deeper and deeper into the sucking well of her steaming pussy.
"Oh God!" she gasped, finally starting to climb down from the thrillingly glorious climax he had fired through her. "You have yourself one helluva tongue there, you lousy Cracker."
"Ah also have me one helluva prick here, black girl."
"You suck almost as good as you say you do. D'you fuck at least as good as you suck?"
"Ah fuck even better. You just keep those black nigger legs of yours wide open, and find out what it's like to get a real he-man's cock plugged into
"I hope you aren't all talk, you southern species of feces. Fuck into me and see if you can keep that deep-south mouth shut tight so I can enjoy the