'Damn it!' Eno said. He sat on the bed with his slacks and shorts around his feet. 'Where the hell do you think I get the money?'
'I don't care, pops,' Joyce said. She reached for her handbag. 'I'll come by next Saturday morning. If you have the bread you can eat cunt-and fuck it too. But if you don't have it I can always make trouble. T-r-o-u-b-l-e, pops. Dig?'
'Missy, I sure enjoyed your little cunt,' Eno said. The word trouble would forever lay like a threat on his conscience. 'I'll get the money somewhere.'
'Oh, pops,' the girl threw her arms around Eno and kissed him. 'You must have lots of bread in the bank-and I'm worth it!'
'I'll get the money,' Eno repeated.
'Great, pops!' The girl bent over to kiss Eno's sweating forehead. 'Maybe next time we'll play around a little more. Maybe I'll let you kiss my ass a little. A boy once licked it and I liked it.'
'Hold it!' Eno roared, not concerned now with the noise or if anybody outside the door could hear it. 'I ain't a asslicker!'
'You will be or t-r-o-u-b-l-e.'
'I'll do it so I can get Yam up your cunt again!'
'Terrific, pops. You can lick it like the boy did.'
'You're the boss, missy.'
'Thanks, pops, for the money and that yard of prick. Gotta go now.'
At the door Joyce turned to look at Eno. 'That is some cock you have, pops. I'll be dreaming about it until Saturday.'
'Take care, missy,' Eno said.
'Right on, pops,' the girl said and was gone.
Eno sighed and cupped Yam in his fist. 'Ain't it been just the greatest day in your life?' he asked the prick.
And if the prick could have answered it would have said: Now you're a full-fledged, honey-fucking, dirty old man-and that was the best cunt you ever stuck me in!
Eno would have agreed, one hundred percent.
Chapter 10
On Friday night Keith Broys licked his first cunt. On Saturday Eno Yaw fucked his first teeny-bopper. But on Wednesday, in his office, in the downtown section of the city, Frank Kazarra fucked his secretary as he had been doing for at least five years-and that-includes a year before his wife died!
Holly Martin was bent over the long end of Frank's desk. She was busy going through an account book that listed the monetary transactions of the Kazarra Apartments.
Frank was busy behind her. Her skirt was up over her back, which exposed her finely shaped legs and full buttocks, which in themselves were a sight to see! The lips of her fat cunt were covered with black hair, and she was wearing a white girdle that held up expensive nylon stockings.
Frank said, 'Are you ready for my prick, Holly?'
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra,' Holly said, 'I'm waiting for it!'
Holly's legs were spread and the lips of her cunt were slightly parted. All considered, she exhibited an attractive rear end.
Frank pulled his stiff prick from his pants. Its long length stood out straight. For many Wednesdays it had poked its head into the hole under the parted lips without being guided to that dainty vestibule by hand.
'Here it comes,' Frank said. He grabbed Holly's broad hips in his hands and pushed the head of his cock into that divine opening.
'Stay, Mr. Kazarra!' Holly said.
Frank had obeyed that command from the first day he had fucked his secretary.. She had made him take it easy because, as she said, 'Mr. Kazarra-your cock is so big it can kill me!' But by the time his balls had triggered the juice into Holly's passage that first time, his cock had ended up-all the way in!
Unlike the slender prick of Eno Yaw, Frank's was fat-a real article of flesh to bring pleasure to any willing cunt.
Holly's elbows were on the desk to support her torso. She closed the account book to get ready for the weekly rigmarole that had always gone with their screwing.
'Do you remember how we started fucking, Mr. Kazarra?' Holly asked. Her black hair shone and every strand was in place-on her head! It was like a cap with bangs to eyebrows and softly waved backward from bangs to neck.
'You tell me, Holly,' Frank said. He enjoyed his Wednesdays and was in no hurry to end a session that had become so important to him.
Frank fucked his secretary once a week and Phyllis Reger once each month. It was enough sexual intercourse for him. He was not like the average Italian man whose ego makes him think he is Nature's gift to women. Frank was content with his limited access to cunt; he seldom looked for more than he had lined up.
'It was in May-five years ago, Mr. Kazarra. I was going on my vacation in June and needed more money for a better time. I asked you for five hundred dollars-what a nerve I had!'
'What a nerve you got!' Frank said.
Holly had learned not to move her ass during the beginning of their screwing bout. 'You can say that again, Mr. Kazarra!' Holly said as she squeezed the muscles doctors call the constrictor cunni.
'What did I say about the five hundred?' Frank was leisurely prodding the cunt with his cock, going only halfway in.
'You said, 'Where's your collateral?' I didn't have any so I lifted my skirt and said, Here it is!'
Frank laughed at the recollection. 'What did I do, Holly?'
'Oh, that feels so good, Mr. Kazarra. My husband's prick is so small I can hardly feel it when he puts it in there.'
'Holly-what did I do?'
'You gave me the five hundred!'
'And then?' Frank pushed another inch of cock into Holly's chamber.
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra-you are a real fucker!'
'Yeah,' Frank said.
'You waited until I returned from my vacation before you fucked me.'
'But it wasn't a fucking to brag about, huh?'
'How was I to know you had a cock like a horse? I was so scared of it, Mr. Kazarra.'
'Yeah-but the first fuck wasn't smooth, was it?'
'No.'
'Why wasn't it?'
'Because you wanted to suck my breasts and fuck me on the couch, lying down. I just wouldn't!'
'Because you are a finicky bitch, right?'
'I don't like my clothes mussed up, Mr. Kazarra; nor my hair. I like to stay neat at all times around the office.'
'So?' Frank diddled slowly. He liked Holly to tell the story of their first intercourse.
'We agreed that I would bend over your desk so you could fuck me.'
'What did I do then?'
'You pulled up my skirt and placed it neatly over my back-when I insisted! Then you pulled down my panties so they dropped to the floor and you looked at my cunt. When I said, 'Is there something wrong with it?' you fingered it. Oh, Mr. Kazarra-you were so gentle!'
'You have some cunt, Holly. It is big enough to take all my prick.'
'Not at first, I didn't! When you pushed it in that first time it felt like you were splitting my twat wide open. I
