Catch stashed his report into his briefcase and turned out the lights in his office. The outer office still smelled of Miss Tyne's heavy floral cologne. Catch turned the air conditioner, thinking that perhaps by morning the office would be cleared of the odor, and he quickly switched it off. What's the use? Miss Tyne would be back in the morning, wearing the same sickening scent. He made a mental note to tell her about it.
He locked the outer office door and before leaving the Bayou Country Club, Catch made the rounds of the various social rooms to see what was going on. Not much. The bar was "populated" by two regulars-old gentlemen in their fifties who were both widowers and alcoholics. They sat sipping gin and arguing over the past. There was no one on the dance floor and Catch clicked his tongue against his cheek with irritation.
No one was in the various game rooms except for the backgammon room, which was occupied by four elderly couples playing a listless game. Catch would soon change all that. If he had his way, the swinging singles would be sitting around playing strip poker in the game rooms and doing the hustle in the bar.
The sky was a deep red violet. The distant lights of the city were lit and Catch felt more alone than ever. He climbed into his Porsche and drove back to the hotel. He checked the desk clerk but there were no messages. When he was inside his room, he stripped and went into the bathroom to shower.
Catch stepped into the shower and using a loofa sponge, vigorously scrubbed his muscular body. After showering, he shaved and blew dry his hair, taking care that the cowlick didn't stick up. He sat down on the edge of the hotel bed and placed a call to his parents. They were delighted to hear from him. He promised to visit as soon as his work for the country club project was finished.
Upon impulse, he called information to get the number of the Ballinger residence in River Oaks. The operator put him through.
"Miss Lila is out for the evening," Catch was informed by a servant. "Any message?"
"No, thank you."
Catch was disappointed. He'd liked the young girl, not only sexually, but he'd liked her sense of humor.
"Shit. Well, I might as well take myself to dinner."
He got dressed in a navy blue safari suit and powder blue turtle neck which made his eyes look even bluer. He took the elevator down to the hotel's dining room and ordered himself a dry Rob Roy, a rare filet, and a large salad with Roquefort dressing. The Rob Roy tasted good and he decided to order another one to help lighten his mood.
He paid the bill with his American Express card and kept the receipt to file as part of his expenses. The hotel had a small bar which was decorated in a Victorian manner-flocked wallpaper, fake gaslight globes and grinning nudes in heavy gilt frames. It was definitely not Catch's style. He ordered a Scotch on the rocks from a young bartender who looked out of place in the surroundings. The customers at the bar resembled those who frequented the Bayou Country Club.
Catch asked the bartender, "is there any place that's, well, a little livelier around here?"
The bartender grinned. "I know what you mean. An old folks' home would be livelier than this. Well, sir, you might try down the street a piece. There's a brand new disco that's opened up and from what I hear it's pretty swinging."
"What's it called?"
"Would you believe the Bum Steer?"
"I'm willing to believe anything at this point. Thanks a lot." Catch drained his drink and left the bartender a dollar tip.
Catch had no difficulty in finding the Bum Steer. The outside was lit up like a carnival sideshow. A large neon sign of a girl in a brief cowgirl's vest and fringed skirt moved her hips back and forth as she threw her neon lasso at a decidedly cool cowboy.
He paid the entrance fee of five dollars and went through the heavy wood double doors. A blast of acid rock music assaulted his ears and flashing lights assailed his eyes. Catch leaned against a wall for a moment to become accustomed to the surroundings and to look over the place. There was a giant free-form bar to his right. To his left were a series of tiny tables and chairs placed on a raised platform. Next to them the rest rooms.
The walls of the room were covered with giant plastic panels, lit from behind by flashing neon. The floor was made of a shiny clear substance with flashing lights beneath it also. The ceiling was mirrored at odd angles. The play of the hidden lights on the ceiling caused shafts of color to bounce around the room, highlighting some of the dancers.
The music was loud and recorded, and the selection was good if not exactly to Catch's taste, which ran more to Dixieland jazz.
He made his way through the crowds to the bar. A flighty bartender deigned to take his order.
"I'll have a Dewars on the rocks," Catch said. He thought the tariff for the drink was rather stiff-two dollars and fifty cents. He lifted the glass to his lips, took a long drink and made a face.
"Hey," he said to the bartender. "I ordered Dewars."
"That's what I gave you, Mac," replied the bartender, holding up the bottle.
"It may be in a Dewars bottle but this is cow piss. Now get me a Dewars or else get me the manager."
The bartender knelt down and dug a real bottle of Dewars out of the cabinet. He poured Catch another drink.
"Sorry, Mac, but I got my orders."
The whole incident irritated Catch. He hated being ripped off. He wasn't cheap but he believed in getting value received for his money. Catch would rather eat at McDonalds and know that he was getting decent food at a decent price than go to a fancy French restaurant which overcharged for bad service and poor food.
"You're a man after my own heart," he heard someone say. Catch turned and discovered that he'd been standing next to a very attractive young woman. She had a mane of strawberry blonde hair which fell to her shoulders, bright green eyes and a large, voluptuous mouth.
"I just don't like to get screwed," said Catch.
"Oh you don't?" replied the girl with a smile. "Maybe I'm talking to the wrong guy."
"Well," Catch smiled, "there's getting screwed and there's getting screwed."
"I'm Caroline Hadlee, and this," she said, moving back on her bar stool, "is my friend Joellen Thompson."
Catch hadn't noticed the other girl either. In her own way she was just as pretty as Caroline. Joellen had dark auburn hair cut in a similar manner to her friend's, a deep tan and large blue eyes.
"I'm Catch Callahan."
"Oh, are we pleased to meet you," murmured Joellen breathlessly. "Why?" asked Catch.
"Well there are no real men in here," said Caroline. "They're all doing their macho trip in platform shoes and flowered shirts."
"Or else," continued Joellen, "they're erstwhile cowboys strutting around in their pre bleached denims and Frye boots. I mean it's all a costume party."
"And they all look exactly the same," continued Caroline. "Curly hair all done at the same hair styling shop and sporting mustaches that come in one of four or five varieties."
Catch laughed at the girls' well-chosen remarks, but couldn't help noticing that they were, in hairstyle, makeup and dress, interchangeable with any of the other young girls at the disco.
"Would you girls like drinks?"
"We just have wine in places like this," said Caroline, lifting her glass. "It's hardly a good year but at least it's not rotgut liquor."
Catch signaled for the bartender and ordered a round.
"Ohhhhh," squealed Joellen. "All these flashing lights make me feel dizzy. I'd just like to go somewhere and lie down." Caroline looked at her friend and pursed her lips, then whispered, "you're rushing things, Joellen, don't scare him off."
Catch overheard what was said and was bemused by the situation. When a less violent rock number started he asked, "Would one of you girls like to dance?"
"Why not take both of us," said Caroline. "Nobody touches anyway."
Catch shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you say."
Both of the young women were expert dancers and made even the simplest steps look sensuous by undulating their bodies in time to the music. Catch kept looking from one to the other, trying to make up his mind which one turned him on more.
Caroline, as if reading his mind said, "don't bother choosing, honey, we're a package deal."
"You mean…?"
"That's right, sweetheart," chimed Joellen. "It's one for all and all for one."
Catch was intrigued with the idea of going to bed with both of them at the same time. Both girls sidled up to him and began rubbing their crotches against his thighs. Catch started to get an erection. The two girls ran their hands down over the material of his suit until they reached his belt, then a little lower. From the reactions on their faces he could tell they were impressed by the size of his cock. He wasn't worried about anyone noticing what was going on on the dance floor. The flashing lights were so violent that only the forms of people dancing could be seen.
Then the two girls closed in on him like two slices of bread surrounding sliced ham. Joellen pressed her breasts and pelvis against the front of Catch and Caroline moved in behind him, pressing her body firmly against his back and buttocks. They began undulating their bodies, rubbing themselves against him.
"Hey, hey, I think we'd better leave this place and go where we can continue the party properly," said Catch. "You girls want to come back to my apartment?"
"Why, we'd love to," said Caroline, "wouldn't we, Joellen?"
"We're all yours," the girl breathed, insinuatingly.
When they were outside the Bum Steer, Catch said, "it's only a few blocks from here. Shall we stop at the liquor store? I don't have any booze in my room."
"Let's," said Caroline. "We'll get a great big bottle of chilled Chablis."
At the liquor store Catch picked up a gallon of wine for the girls and a fifth of Dewars for himself. When they reached his hotel room he called room service for ice, glasses and setups.
"Would you like a joint, Catch?" asked Caroline. "It makes everything feel that much more intense."
"Sure, why not?"
Caroline opened her shoulder bag and produced an expertly rolled joint. She lit up, inhaled deeply and passed it to Catch, who repeated her action and then handed it to Joellen.
A bellboy brought their order and Catch filled their wineglasses and mixed himself a drink.
"We might as well get comfortable," suggested Caroline, eyeing Catch's double bed. She pulled her dress over her head then stripped out of her bra and bikini panties. Although she was slender, Caroline was well built. Her breasts were high and firm and her nipples bright pink. A neatly shaped triangle of honey blonde hair between her legs caught Catch's eye. Joellen stood up and followed suit. She had a fuller figure than her friend. Her breasts were heavy and her slender waist gave way to swelling, full hips.
"Now you," said Joellen, staring at Catch hungrily.
Both girls converged on him and began undressing him. Caroline took off his jacket, Joellen dug her hands into his pants and pulled off his turtle neck.
"Nice body," Caroline murmured, running the tips of her fingers over his well-defined pectorals. They undid his belt buckle, unzipped his fly and both dug their hands into his underwear to retrieve his half-erect cock and heavy balls.
"Whoo-ee!" exclaimed Caroline. "Would you look at the size of that thing!" She and her friend both wrapped their hands around the shaft of Catch's cock and began moving them back and forth in a masturbatory manner.
Immediately it got fully erect. Before Catch knew what was happening, his pants, shoes and socks as well as his underwear had been removed from his body. While Caroline watched, Joellen knelt down on the floor and took Catch's cock in her hands. The head was large and shiny and wet with anticipation. She held the cock in one hand and with the other began squeezing his balls. Then she licked the underside of his cock, running her tongue to the head and clamping her lips around it. Little by little she managed to get the entire cock down her throat, then she reared her head back slowly until it slid almost all the way out.
"My turn," said Caroline, who knelt beside her friend on the floor.
Joellen handed the saliva-damp cock to Caroline who took it in her mouth and began expertly moving her lips back and forth over his cockflesh. Catch tensed his thigh muscles and began bucking his hips forward, jamming his cock in and out of her mouth.
Joellen watched with fascination as Caroline sucked Catch's cock. He ran his hands through her long blonde hair and pulled on it slightly. She let the cock slide out of her mouth and she moved down to his hanging balls. She sucked one inside her mouth and began pulling on the sac with her lips.
Joellen moved closer to her friend and sucked the other ball inside her mouth. Catch looked down at the two girls who were licking his testicles and he began to feel the effects of the joint. Their faces blurred one into the other, and it was hard for him to tell which one was which. The girls ran their tongues over his balls and chewed gently on the skin before letting them slide out of their mouths.
"Let's get on the bed, girls," he suggested. He pushed back the covers, lay down in the center and waited.
Joellen went to the table for the cold wine and carried it over to the bed and set it on the night stand.
Caroline was lighting another joint. The girls got on either side of Catch and fondled his body as they smoked the joint down to the end.
"Lie back and close your eyes," said Caroline. "We have a surprise for you."
"All right, girls, I'm all yours."
Caroline opened the wine and began splashing it over Catch's muscular form.
"Hey, what gives?"
"We're thirsty," said Joellen. They bent their heads forward and began licking the wine up from his body-his chest, armpits, stomach, legs, and of course his cock and balls. Their tongues worked smoothly over the surface of his flesh and within a quarter of an hour they had completely "washed" the front of his body.
"Now turn over," commanded Caroline.
Catch did as he was asked. He pressed his face against the soft pillow, closed his eyes and let the girls have their way with him. He could vaguely feel the cool wine splash against his body. He imagined he was lying on the beach of a Caribbean island. They started licking his flesh at his shoulders, worked down over his back to the bottom of his spine. Each of them took one of his buttocks and began completely covering it in licks and bites. They spread his buttocks apart and licked the crevice between the cheeks of his ass and worked their way down to the backs of his thighs until they had completed the cycle.
"You girls are like a couple of cats," said Catch.
"Then make us purr," teased Joellen.
Catch turned over and pushed Joellen down on her back. He grasped the heavy wine bottle and took a large slug of the cool liquid. He got between Joellen's legs, parted the lips of her cunt with his fingers and squirted the liquid into her vagina. Then he began licking. Joellen threw back her head and squealed with delight as his tongue worked over the tender folds of her cunt. He pulled her pussy lips apart and lathed his tongue back and forth over her labial plane. Then he began to work on the swollen bud of her clitoris.
She spread her lips wide apart and dug her fingers into his hair, pushing his face down against her cunt.
"Oh, eat me, Catch, eat me!"
He darted his tongue in and out of her cunt, lightly touching the tip of her clit.
Joellen arched her back in rapture and dug her nails into his bobbing head. Caroline lay down beside them and watched the action close up, running her own tongue over her lips as she did.
Joellen rolled her hips from side to side and pushed her tongue up against his mouth. Suddenly she felt a hot wave of ecstasy rush through her body. She began to climax. Catch lapped her sweet secretions with loud slurping sounds.
"I want a taste," said Caroline.
Catch moved his mouth aside and Caroline buried her lips against her friend's cunt and began licking where Catch had left off. She slurped and licked as Catch watched with fascination. He had never seen a woman eat another woman's cunt except in an X-rated film, and it caused his excitement to soar.
When Caroline had finished sucking her friend's twat she threw her arms around Catch's shoulders and kissed him on the lips. Their lips parted, their tongues entwined and they explored each other's mouths, savoring the taste of Joellen's climax.
Joellen lay back on the bed panting. Both Catch and Caroline were worked to such a peak of sensual arousal that they could hardly contain themselves.
Their hands sought out each other's flesh and they pushed their bodies against one another as they puffed like long distance runners. Catch swung himself around on the bed so that his face was against Caroline's crotch and her face was next to his. Catch nuzzled his face between Caroline's legs, burrowing his nose into the folds of her cunt.
She parted her lips and let his cock slide inside her mouth and began wildly sucking on it. They rolled over so that she was on top, her legs spread-eagle directly above his face. He pulled her down and parted the lips of her pussy with his tongue and began kicking furiously. She moved her head up and down on the giant prick and fondled his balls at the same time. She pushed her head down onto his cock until her lips touched his pubic hair and she had to gag for breath.
Catch moved his pelvis upwards, jamming it into her mouth as she sucked. His teeth clamped around her clitoris and he began chewing on it passionately, making Caroline moan with ecstasy. Her moans reverberated against the thick shaft of meat she was plummeting in and out of her mouth.
Joellen got on her knees and began pushing the neck of the wine bottle against her cunt. Her vaginal folds opened to receive the wine bottle and several inches of it disappeared inside. Joellen rode the wine bottle; the other two hastened one another to a climax. Caroline began coming first. She groaned and whipped her pussy down against Catch's mouth.
As soon as he tasted her orgasm he pushed upwards and stretched his legs straight up, balancing himself on his heels. Both legs began to shake as his come gushed into her throat.
Caroline swallowed it eagerly until the last spurt. That she didn't swallow. She saved it for Joellen. She pulled herself away from Catch and kissed her friend on the lips, allowing the remainder of his sperm to flow into Joellen's awaiting mouth.
I thought I'd seen everything, Catch thought to himself.
Joellen managed to make herself reach another orgasm on the wine bottle. When she had finished the three of them lay back on the bed dreamily enjoying their high and their satisfaction.
Catch awoke some time later to feel ten pairs of fingers toying with his privates. He opened his eyes and the girls were sitting up, one on either side of him, trying to excite him once again.
"Wait 'til I just rinse out my mouth," he muttered. He got up, took a straight slug of Scotch, gargled and spat it out in the waste can. He looked into the reflection of the mirror over the table. Joellen and Caroline were leaning against the headboard of the bed, smoking yet another joint.
This was going to be one long hard night!
Catch sauntered back to the bed, his cock swinging from left to right with each step he took. Without looking, he turned the face of his travel alarm away from the bed. He didn't want to know what time it was. Joellen handed him the joint and he took a long drag before passing it on to Caroline.
He climbed over Joellen and lay down between them, wrapping his arms around their shoulders. They moved their faces close to his and all three of them kissed at the same time. Both girls moved their heads down his chest and began teasing his nipples with their lips.
They licked and bit his nipples until they became hard. The sensation sent marvelous electric shocks racing through Catch's body. They stroked his swollen cock, running their tongues up and down the fleshy shaft, then once again each of them sucked a ball into their mouth. Catch threw his legs apart and pushed his crotch up at them. They licked and lapped his cock until he thought he couldn't stand any more. Then they rolled apart.
Joellen climbed over his body, and slowly lowered her cunt until it came in contact with the throbbing head of his prick. Catch reached out and pulled her cuntal lips apart, watching wide-eyed as his cock disappeared into her warm, membranous folds. Joellen clasped his cock firmly at the base and slowly lowered herself onto it until he could feel her firm buttocks pressed flat against his thighs. Joellen started to raise herself up, almost to the point that his cock would slip out of her cunt. Just at that moment she eased herself back down on the shaft of flesh. Her face was a mask of ecstasy. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips were parted. Catch found himself thinking that she was a truly beautiful girl. He turned his head to see what Caroline was doing. She was watching her friend with rapt attention, thrusting her finger in and out of her own cunt.
Catch grasped the wrist which was attached to her busy hand and pulled her closer.
"Come on," he said. "Sit on my face."
Caroline positioned herself over him, one leg on either side of his head, and lowered herself onto his face. He buried his mouth and chin in her labial folds and began searching for her clitoris, licking and lapping with his tongue. He sucked her cunt and flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over the crack of her vulva. Caroline quivered and shook as an avalanche of sensation rolled over her.
He let her vulva slide from his mouth and licked it with long strokes of his tongue. She spread her legs further apart and ground her cunt down against his mouth. He stiffened his tongue, searched for the opening of her pussy, and wiggled the tip inside.
Caroline threw back her head and squealed with delight and pushed downward with her hips as he began tongue-fucking her.
Joellen placed her hands on her waist and eased herself up and down on Catch's cock, steadily increasing her tempo. The fabulous sensation of fucking a cunt and eating one at the same time turned Catch on so completely that he was afraid he was not going to be able to hold back his impending orgasm.
He wrapped his tongue around Caroline's clit and titillated it until it grew completely erect. Her breath came in little gasps as he started to chew the tiny organ.
Joellen began riding up and down on his thick prick with more speed. Her nipples began to tingle and her cunt felt as if it were on fire. She knew she was going to climax. She emitted a high-pitched cry and burst into orgasm. Catch pushed his cock upward, jamming it in and out of her cunt with lightning speed, trying to catch up with her.
He could feel his load burning its way up to its inevitable goal.
He licked Caroline's cunt more furiously as his cock began spewing forth its cream into Joellen's climaxing cunt.
Caroline pinched her nipples and reached orgasm as Catch was shooting into her friend. He lapped the savory juices which flowed freely from her pussy and sighed with the delightful release that orgasm can bring.
He thought that was the end of it but the girls were just beginning. They fucked and sucked each other the rest of the night. It was only toward dawn that Catch was allowed to drop off to sleep.
He awoke with a fuzzy head, wondering for a moment where he was at. He slammed off the alarm clock and raised his head.
"Ohhhh, it feels like a bowl full of Jello."
He got out of bed and padded into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and drank from the faucet.
It wasn't until then that he remembered the two girls. He rushed back into the bedroom. They were gone! His immediate reaction was to check his wallet. His pants were draped over a chair. He dug his hand into the pocket and withdrew his wallet. All the money and his credit cards were there. He felt guilty for thinking they might have stolen anything from him. Then he noticed the note. It was written on a piece of hotel stationery and stuck into the side of the mirror over the makeshift bar.
It read, "Dear Catch-We had a ball… two, really. Both of us are working girls and we had to get home to shower and change for work. We certainly enjoyed last night. You are a man among men." It was signed Caroline and Joellen. Below their names were their phone numbers. Catch folded the note and put it into his wallet, knowing that he would probably never get around to calling them. He opened the windows to air out the room and then called room service. He needed something to help get rid of his head.
"This is Mr. Callahan. I'd like to order a couple of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, tomato juice, and an ice cold beer with a raw egg in it."
"A what sir?"
"A raw egg in the beer."
"How do we get it in the bottle, sir?"
"Tell you what, just send me up the beer, the glass, the rest of the stuff, and one raw egg. I'll do the rest."
"Right away, Mr. Callahan."
While he was waiting for his breakfast, Catch downed a couple of Alka Seltzer and turned on the shower to cold. Bracing himself he stepped under the prickly needles of ice cold water.
"Ahhhgh!" he groaned as the water shocked him awake. He scrubbed his body well and washed his hair. He stepped out of the shower in time to hear the knock on the door. He quickly threw a towel around his waist and went to answer it.
To his surprise it was not a bellboy, but a young attractive black woman in a crisp white uniform.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was expecting the bellboy," Catch stammered.
"That's all right, Mr. Callahan. I ain't shy."
She pushed the cart into the room and set up his breakfast for him.
"Are you the one that's going to eat that raw egg?"
"That's me. A raw egg in a beer is my own cure for a hangover."
The black woman made a face but didn't turn away. Her eyes were too affixed on the bulge caused by his cock beneath the damp towel.
Flustered at being stared at so openly, Catch went to reach into his nonexistent pants pocket for a tip and unwittingly undid the towel. The towel fell to the floor. The maid uttered a cry of exultation as her hands flew to her mouth. Her eyes bulged and were riveted on the huge piece of meat hanging between Catch's legs.
"Excuse me," he stammered as he bent over to gather up the towel. He hurried into his pants, gave the woman a tip and eased her toward the door.
The woman, whose name was Sarah Jane Tucker, leaned against the door, panting heavily and fanning herself with the dollar bill.
Lord God in heaven, ain't never seen anything like that on a white man before!
She scurried down the hall as fast as her legs would take her and climbed on the service elevator. As the elevator descended to the basement, Sarah Jane shook her head several times, trying to rid herself of the image of the mammoth chunk of flesh.
"I think I'm going to faint, right here and now. I think the doors will probably spring open and I'll be laying here in a heap."
Sarah Jane didn't faint but the rest of the morning she was as nervous as a hound dog near a gut wagon. She mixed up orders, dropped things and was a general disaster. The chef screamed at her many times during the morning.
"God damn it, Sarah Jane, what's wrong with you today? Now you go back in the vegetable bin and get me some salad fixings for lunch and try not to drop them, you hear?"
"Yes, sir."
Sarah Jane got up from the stool where she had been peeling radishes (and had managed to cut her finger twice) and went down the long dark hall to the temperature-controlled room where the fresh vegetables were kept. She pushed open the heavy door and went inside. She couldn't stop thinking about Catch Callahan and his super sized spear. Sarah Jane had been a divorced woman for five years. During those five years she'd only had two real dates. She wasn't particularly attractive and she lacked the flair that the younger girls had. But what she lacked in those areas she more than made up in imagination.
She'd just spent the previous week avidly watching "Roots" on television, completely reliving the black experience and mentally casting herself in the various parts. As she was sorting out the vegetables into a basket, her hands fell upon an oversized cucumber. She closed her eyes and squeezed it. It was firm and the skin was smooth and unblemished. She kept thinking of Catch Callahan's cock and her fantasies took over. She lay down on several sacks full of potatoes and began rubbing the cucumber over her crotch. Her pussy burned through the fabric of the material. She closed her eyes tightly and imagined the black saga which would never ever be shown on television…
Even though the sun overhead burned with a hellish intensity, she was trembling as she was led to the auction block. Clad only in a loose-fitting Mother Hubbard, she stood frightened, alone and awaiting her turn to be called. She saw the laughing group of white men milling around the auction block, making obscene comments and poking at one another as they surveyed the black woman flesh on sale.
"YOU'RE NEXT!" roared the auctioneer.
The slave driver pushed Sarah Jane and she half stumbled up the steps. She stood quaking as she heard the obscene remarks of the white gentlemen.
"That one's got a great set of tits on her."
"Look at those hips. I'd like to spread that black oak."
"She sure looks like a hot number to me."
The auctioneer raised his hands for silence.
"All right, gentlemen, what will you bid for this magnificent specimen?"
With the end of his whip he lifted the skirt of her Mother Hubbard and the white men whistled as they saw her shapely black legs exposed.
Sarah Jane flinched from the touch of the cold leather handle against her thigh. He kept raising her dress higher and higher until her femininity was exposed. She hung her head in shame and tried to run away, but he slapped her across the face.
"Look lively there, wench!"
Several of the white men had come up on the auctioneer's block to examine her. They pulled back her head by the hair, forced open her mouth and examined her teeth. Several of them rammed their large hairy hands down the front of her dress and openly squeezed and fondled her breasts. Another rubbed the palm of his hand over her buttocks and felt them.
"All right, gentlemen," continued the auctioneer, "what do we have as a starting bid for this Mustee beauty?"
"I'll bid five hundred dollars," said a wiry-looking man with a face like an over-ripe piece of fruit.
"Make that six hundred," bid another tall, slender black-haired man with a look of cruelty on his face.
"Seven-fifty," called out a burly balding man in an ill-kempt suit.
"Seven-fifty, seven-fifty," intoned the auctioneer, "going, going…"
"I bid one thousand dollars!"
Sarah Jane lifted her head. The man's voice was rich and melodious. Standing in back of the group with his hands raised, he was one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen. He had steel gray hair, bright blue-gray eyes and was wearing a tan jacket and breeches.
The other men protested the bid but the balding man hung on.
"Make that one thousand one hundred fifty dollars," he shouted. His face was red, he was perspiring and he was obviously angry at not getting his way.
The tall handsome man raised his hand. "Before I bid any higher," he said in a clear, even tone, "I want to make sure that she's not covered with scars."
"Come right up, Captain Callahan," said the auctioneer. "You're free to examine the wench at your leisure."
The man strode forward. His thighs bulged in his pants with each step he took and Sarah Jane could not help noticing the outline of his cock so clearly defined under the fine light fabric of the breeches.
Sarah Jane was made to walk to the back of the auctioneer's block where there was a bit of cloth hanging from a piece of rope.
"Go behind there, girl," he said, poking her with the handle of his whip." Captain Callahan wants to look you over."
She stepped behind the material and waited with bated breath for the handsome captain to join her. There was a brief discussion between Callahan and the auctioneer that she could not hear, and then he lifted the drape and stepped behind it. He gazed directly into her eyes and she felt herself go weak. They burned like blue flames and seemed to Sarah Jane to be more intense than the sun overhead.
"Strip for me, girl. Shuck off that dress."
She shook her head as if she didn't understand.
"I said, shuck it off!"
Sarah Jane didn't want to comply with his order but over the edge of the drape she saw the leering eyes and grinning face of the auctioneer. She knew if she did not do as she was told she would be severely beaten.
She turned away from the captain and lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. He took it from her and threw it over the line and stepped back to look at her body.
"Magnificent," he murmured as he circled her completely. "Tell me, gal. Are you still a virgin?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered. "I ain't been with nobody."
"Sir! Ain't been nobody, sir."
He took off his beige riding gloves and stuck them in his vest pocket. Then he stretched his fingers and cracked his knuckles. He placed the palm of his hand on her stomach. He could feel her trembling flesh beneath his own.
"Nothing to be worried about, gal. I'm just going to have to check out my merchandise."
He slid his finger down over her curly patch of pubic hair and touched the outer lips of her cunt. Sarah Jane started and blushed. Deftly he parted the lips of her cunt with two fingers and shoved his forefinger inside. Sarah Jane grunted and tried to pull away, but he held her around the waist.
"Don't move, gal, I'm just checking out your story."
His finger probed the warm recesses of her cunt and the tip of it came to rest upon the thin piece of flesh… her hymen. Satisfied, he withdrew his finger, wiped it on a handkerchief and then cupped both of her breasts in his hand.
"How old are you, gal?"
"I don't know."
"You look about eighteen, nineteen to me. How come you're still a virgin?"
"I don't know, sir. On the last plantation I heard I was being kept for Massa Pettigrew but he upped and died and the Missus, he done sold me off."
"What's your name?"
"Sarah Jane, sir."
"Well, Sarah Jane, you can put your dress back on. I've decided to buy you."
She didn't know whether to be glad or happy. Certainly she was a lot better looking than the other men who had been bidding on her, but he too looked at her with lust in his eyes. The bidding went up to seventeen hundred and fifty dollars and Captain Callahan won out.
Later in the day, Sarah Jane was taken to Captain Callahan's carriage. A black man in a peacock blue uniform jumped down from his perch. He told the auctioneer, "Captain Callahan will be in the bar. He told me to take the gal and the papers."
When Callahan came out of the saloon, his face was flushed. When he saw that the girl was up on top of the carriage waiting next to his manservant Elmo, he said, "I don't want her riding up there. You let her get in back of the carriage with me. I'll keep an eye on her. I don't want her jumping off and hurting herself."
Elmo was puzzled but helped the girl down to the ground. She climbed in the back of the carriage and sat on the seat facing the captain.
"That's better," he said. "Now I can keep an eye on you."
He gave the order and the carriage began moving. Sarah Jane kept her eyes lowered as she was taught and didn't speak a word.
"Sarah Jane, look at me," the captain said thickly.
She looked up and was startled to see that he had undone his breeches and his cock and balls were lying on the seat between his legs. She turned her face away.
"Ever see a cock before?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ever touch one?"
"No, sir."
"Then touch it."
"But, sir…"
"I said touch it!"
Sarah Jane tentatively reached her hand out to touch the warm fleshy thing. When her fingertips reached it it jumped and began to expand and lengthen.
"Take it in your hands, Sarah Jane."
She did as she was told and was surprised that she liked the feel of it. She moved her hand back and forth over it, kneading the warm, resilient cockflesh.
"Now breathe on it, Sarah Jane."
She crouched forward in the jostling buggy until her face was only inches away from the head of his cock. She began blowing out hot breaths against it.
"Oh, that's good," the Captain moaned. "Now open your mouth and put it inside."
She looked up at him in amazement.
"Do as I say!"
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and he pushed his pelvis forward. The huge head of his cock worked its way between her lips.
"Wider, damn it, your teeth are scraping me. That's it. Now let it slide all the way down your throat. Breathe through your nostrils. That's it." Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into her mouth until almost the entire thing was encased between her warm, wet lips.
Strangely enough, Sarah Jane didn't mind the sensation and she felt his hand at the back of her head. He pulled her away from his cock until the end was about to slip out.
"Like this," he said, then pushed her back down on it. "Now you do it."
She began moving her head back and forth over his cockflesh. Her saliva coated it and made it slippery.
"Keep doing that, Sarah Jane," he said, bucking his pelvis forward. He began grunting. She could smell the liquor on his breath. "I'm going to come now, Sarah Jane. You swallow it. Let the juice fill your mouth and swallow it down. It's good for you."
Suddenly her mouth was filled with a strange-tasting liquid. She couldn't imagine where it came from, but she swallowed it as she was told. When she'd finished swallowing, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay back against the carriage seat.
"Dry me off, girl. Use the hem of your dress."
She picked up her dress and wiped the saliva from his cock and balls. Then she watched as he tucked himself away and buttoned up the front of his breeches.
"Relax, Sarah Jane," he said warmly. "You're going to do just fine. As soon as I get you back to the plantation I'm going to have Mammy scrub you down real good with lye soap and wash you again in scented suds. Then she's going to bring you to my room tonight and we'll see what we can do about making your virginity a thing of the past."
Sarah Jane stared out the window with apprehension as they approached the driveway leading to the Great House. The roadway was lined on either side with great elm trees and that seemed to go on forever. The house itself was a two-story wooden structure, larger than any Sarah Jane had seen. White columns rose from the portico to a supporting roof, and ran across the full length of the building.
The carriage stopped in front of a staircase which led to the porch. Captain Callahan got out and was effusively greeted by a fat black woman who fussed over him like he was a little boy.
"Mammy, I bought me a present. She's in the carriage. You give her something good to eat, get her some fresh clothes, show her where she's to stay then after dinner tonight you scrub her up real good with strong lye soap and then wash her again and scent her up some. She's a bit musky. Then you bring her up to my room, all right?"
The old woman laughed. "It's about time you got yourself a sweet black plaything. Don't worry, Massa Catch, I takes care of everything."
Sarah Jane was taken into the giant kitchen and fed the best food she'd ever eaten in her life. Mammy explained to her that she must always try to please the captain and gave her a few hints about her impending loss of virginity.
"I takes a kitchen knife and puts it under the mattress for you gal. That way when the Massa takes you, it cut the pain."
After eating Mammy told her that she was to stay in the cabin nearest the house. "That way you won't be far from Captain Catch. Tomorrow, if you pleases the Massa, I teach you how to be a house servant. Won't have the Massa's girl out in the fields getting rough hands and calloused feet." The rest of the day Sarah Jane was allowed to wander around the great plantation, watching the other Negroes at work picking cotton and cutting cane.
After dinner she was told to go into a room adjoining the kitchen and wait there. There was a stove which was filled with pots of boiling water and a large wooden tub. Mammy scrubbed her furiously with the lye soap until her skin stung. Then the water was emptied and fresh water scented with jasmine and rose petals replaced it.
The scented water soothed her skin and made it feel as soft as black velvet. After drying, she was given a fresh bright shift to wear. It had long sleeves, a scoop neck, and an empire waistline. It was made of a thin cotton fabric, white in color and dotted with tiny blue cornflowers.
"You wait in the kitchen, Sarah Jane. I'll take you up to the Massa's room when he's ready for you."
Sarah Jane found herself anxious to see the handsome captain. She was nervous, even terrified, of what was going to happen to her, but at the same time she wanted to gaze into his eyes once again. About eight o'clock Mammy came to fetch her and led her up the great winding mahogany staircase to the second floor.
"Now you just do what he tells you and don't give him no back talk, you hear?"
At the end of the hallway, Mammy opened a large oak door and ushered the terrified girl inside. The master bedroom was the largest room on the second floor. Dominating the room was a huge, four-poster bed. She looked around for the captain but he was nowhere in sight. Then she heard the splashing water coming from an open door. She walked to the door and knocked.
"Come in."
She went inside. It was the captain's bath. He had just gotten out of a large copper tub and had wrapped a towel around his waist.
" 'lo, Sarah Jane. Come here."
She walked over to him. She had never seen a white man undressed before. How different they looked. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face against the small of her neck.
"You smell mighty good. A lot better than this morning."
With that he undid the towel and let it drop to the floor. His cock jumped free and pressed against the thin fabric of her dress. He took her by the wrist and led her into the bedroom and climbed in the bed.
"Take off that dress and get in."
The only light in the room was a flickering lamp on the side chest which bathed the room in an amber glow. Sarah Jane reluctantly stepped out of her dress and lay it carefully over the back of the chair. She walked to the edge of the bed and was reluctant about climbing in. Sensing her uneasiness, Callahan patted the bed softly with his hand and said, "come on, Sarah."
Still he hesitated.
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
She nodded with a single movement of her head.
He took her hand. "Come on, I'm not going to hurt you."
She allowed herself to be pulled into bed and marveled at the softness of the mattress. She stretched out on the smooth sheets and waited. He moved closer to her, slid his arm around her narrow waist and pulled her to him. Every muscle in her body was tense and her lips were unresponsive when he kissed her.
A white man kissing a black woman? She could feel his swollen cock pressing against her thigh as he held her close. He moved his hands over her smooth naked skin and sensed her terror.
"Don't freeze up like that, Sarah Jane. You'll like it, I promise you will."
He turned his face toward hers and looked into her eyes. His expression was serious and intent. She returned his stares and all at once believed him. After all, he didn't have to reassure her. He was the master and could do whatever he wanted. As he stroked her flesh she felt a mounting arousal build up in her body and involuntarily she pushed herself against him. He put his arms around her slender form and pulled her close, then lowered his head toward her breasts. He took the tip of her tit into his mouth and sucked on the nipple. She felt a strange response rising within her. It was the same kind of feeling she had had when she first looked across the auction yard into his eyes, and when he had fingered her vagina and later in the carriage made her satisfy him. It was the same, only somehow different. She now knew that she wanted to be possessed by him.
He let her nipple slide from his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth across it. Then he slid his arms around her and rolled her over onto her back, sliding between her legs as he rolled on top of her.
"If you help me, Sarah Jane, it won't hurt."
"What do you want me to do, Massa?"
"Take my cock in your hand and guide it into your sweet little pussy."
He raised himself to a crouching position between her legs and pushed them further apart with his hands. The tip of his cock touched the curly black hair covering her virgin vulva. He stifled his urge to drive his cock into her with one violent thrust.
When she had wrapped both of her tiny hands around his cock, she began to work it back and forth so that the head of his cock started to ease into her cunt. Mammy had given her a scented ointment to put inside herself which would help lubricate her passageway. The head of his cock entered easily and Sarah Jane wiggled her hips from side to side as Mammy had told her, and a bit more of it slid inside. She uttered a small choked cry and shuddered from the sensation.
"Go slow, Sarah Jane. There's no hurry."
She lay absolutely still for a moment then she tugged at his cock again and he let himself down. He began moving his hips with slow, tentative movements, working the head of his cock into her cunt. He reached down, caught her by the legs and drew her feet up until they were pressed against her buttocks so that she would be as open as wide as possible to receive him.
He massaged her breasts as he began moving his hips with longer, firmer thrusts, inching his cock into her virgin cunt. The lips of her pussy became moist as Sarah Jane became aroused. The lubricant mixed and mingled with Sarah Jane's own cuntal secretions and Callahan was able to get his cock inside her more than halfway. Suddenly he reached the obstruction of her hymen. Sarah Jane froze as she felt the bulbous head of his cock pressed against it.
"Easy, Sarah Jane," he crooned, "easy. It will all be over in a minute. I promise you."
Catch reared back and thrust forward, breaking the obstruction. Sarah Jane cried out and bit down on her lower lip. The pain was so intense she saw stars in front of her closed eyelids.
He began kissing her until the pain went away, and then started once again, gentle and cautious, coordinating his own needs in order to coax her into a full arousal. When his cock had managed to get all the way in her, he began sliding in and out with long, smooth strokes.
Sarah Jane began to respond. She trailed her fingers over his back as he moved back and forth. She planted her feet firmly on the bed and instinctively began to thrust her pussy up at him. He slid his hands down her thighs, lifted her legs and raised them in the air and placed her feet on his shoulders.
He cupped her buttocks in his hands and raised her from the bed as he slid his cock all the way in to the thickest part of the shaft.
"How does it feel now, Sarah Jane?"
"It feels wonderful, Massa."
He released her buttocks and let her back down on the bed. Then he took the calves of her legs in his hands and held them wide apart, as he began screwing his cock all the way into her tight cunt.
With each thrust, his balls brushed against her. Ripples of sensation ran through her body. She threw her arms and hands out flat against the bed and began lunging up at him with all her might. She threw her curly head from side to side and whimpered and moaned as he drove his throbbing cock deep into her ebony body. She undulated her hips with precise movements and drove her cunt against him, fucking herself on his thick shaft. Catch responded and began withdrawing his cock and sliding it back into her rapidly.
He lowered his head to her chest and started sucking her breasts. And as he sucked them, she burst into her first climax. She screamed with delight as he continued plummeting her with his cock. Then she felt the warmth of his semen burning deep within her, splashing against the walls of her vagina and meeting her own secretions head on.
The bruised and abused cucumber had grown limp in Sarah Jane's hand. She lay back against the potato sacks, gasping for breath and blinking at her surroundings. There she was, just plain Sarah Jane Tucker in the middle of the vegetable room. She sighed with disappointment and after adjusting her clothing got to her feet. She threw the cucumber/cock into a waste can and hurriedly filled the basket with the vegetables for the chef. As she was leaving she took one last look at the discarded cucumber and said "Honey, I hope that man's cock holds up longer than you did!"