The office was empty. And quiet. Kitten ignored the leather tagged keys on the cluttered counter and walked into Max's living quarters. An ancient parrot came to attention on his perch as she entered, and crackled, "Pretty lady wanna fuck… pretty lady wanna fuck?"
Kitten walked up to the cage. "No, I don't wanna fuck, you dirty old bird. I'd rather wring your Goddamn neck."
"Wring your Goddamn neck, wring your Goddamn neck…"
Kitten laughed and turned her back to the corrupt parrot, called, "Max."
"In here," came the answer, and then the growl, "Starving my ass off."
"You could stand to lose a few pounds from that rump of yours," Kitten said as she entered the kitchen and found Max Markie lifting a cup of coffee to his plastic pink lips. "Maybe I should put you on a diet, starting right now."
Max lowered his cup to the table and snorted. "Diet? Christ, I eat like a fucking bird as it is."
"You certainly do eat like a fucking bird," Kitten retorted, turning away. "A vulture."
Max stared at her to determine if she was out to start a fight, decided she wasn't, laughed. He sobered abruptly, fisted his coffee cup and studied her over the lip of it. He looked… and felt his dozing libido awaken. Kitten was wearing open toed sandals, white hip-huggers and a boyish cut, peppermint-stripped blouse this morning. A real walking doll. The blouse hugged her curves and accentuated the ripeness of her tits, and the hip-huggers fit over her hips and haunches and thighs as though they had been pasted into place. She reeked of French perfume and sensuality, and if what Liz Trent had done to her this morning was indicative of anything, she was as explosive as she looked.
A grin pulled at his lips. He had watched Kitten and Liz go at it through the window earlier this morning. Peeping while Kitten went down on Liz's juicy quim had made him cream in his shorts, and he had damned near popped a second time when Liz did some lapping of her own in Kitten's cunt. Now, looking at Kitten mixing up a batch of biscuits, he told himself it was about Goddamn time this little butterfly had emerged from her frigid cocoon.
He attempted to take his mind off his stiff prick by asking, "Dan coming back today?"
Kitten spoke without turning. "Not according to Liz."
"He still pissed off at you?"
"Probably."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Not on an empty stomach."
"Me, neither." He watched the white hip huggers stretch and tighten over her shapely ass as she knifed forward to slip the pan of biscuits into the oven. He saw the outline of her panties show through the material and felt his dick quiver against his thigh. He swallowed hard. "I don't like to do nothing on an empty stomach."
Liar, Kitten thought as she watched sweat pop out on his bulging brow. I'll bet you'd let breakfast burn if I offered you a crack at my cunt. A queer little flutter seized the muscles of her twat. I hear you're hung like a mule, you horny old bastard. Well, before I leave you this morning… I just might let you use it on me.
Might?
No, would.
Max cut into her thoughts by saying, "before it slips my mind, Monique Dubois phoned last night. She's throwing another of her parties tonight. You and Dan are invited."
Monique Dubois' parties. Kitten had never attended one of them, but she knew the damned affairs usually ended up as orgies. The old Kitten hadn't been interested; the new one was. She nodded. With or without Dan, she would show up for this one.
Max cut into her thoughts by grumbling, "Christ, ain't you got that swill you're going to foist off on me as breakfast ready yet?"
She extended a stiff finger towards him. "Take a ride on this, you old lecher. Better yet, why don't you crawl under the table and lick your nuts?"
Slyness edged his voice. "I'd rather have you crawl under there and lick them for me."
A smile curved Kitten's lips as she turned to the stove and started cracking eggs into the skillet. She knew that Max was sensing the change in her. Hell, with the habit he had of acting like a peeping Tom, it was even possible that he had seen part of the metamorphosis take place while she and Liz Trent had indulged their appetites in a meal of cunt. She gave a mental shrug. It didn't matter. The way she felt now, nothing would even matter again. Nothing except Dan.
Dan? Her face clouded for a moment. Maybe her coldness had driven him out of her arms for good. No, it wasn't going to happen. She wouldn't let it happen. Not after all the things she had done to become a complete woman… his woman. No way!
Kitten distracted herself by placing breakfast on the table, and asking, "What time did Monique Dubois call?"
"Around eleven last night," Max replied as he speared some ham and eggs onto his plate. He paused, frowned. "Yeah, around eleven."
Kitten lowered her head to conceal a smile. Monique had phoned after her sex-session with Jason at Lighthouse Point.
A thought unlocked. Jason must have spilled his guts to his wife about getting into her panties. This would explain the sudden invitation to attend Monique's party, for it had been ten months of cold shoulder since the last one had been extended. She almost laughed aloud. Letting Jason throw a fuck into her had been a good idea after all, in more ways than one.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the office phone rang. Kitten raced to answer it. A tourist was calling to confirm a reservation. She gave him the green light, started back towards the kitchen, stopped in the spacious living room as the parrot piped up, "Wanna fuck… wanna fuck?"
"Maybe I would," Kitten snapped at the foul-mouthed parrot, "but not with you."
"Not with you, not with you."
"How about me?" Max Markie asked as he came up behind Kitten. "How about fucking with me?"
Kitten whirled to face Max. Her eyes widened; a gasp ripped past her lips. She stared, shook her head. No dirty old man in a transparent raincoat here; simply a dirty old man with no raincoat at all. Naked as a jaybird and hot to trot, his gigantic hard-on jutted towards her like an informer's accusing finger in a crowded courtroom.
"Christ!" she exclaimed, borrowing his favorite epithet. "Liz wasn't lying about that pole of yours! The damn thing must be a foot long!"
Max actually blushed. "Aw, it ain't that big. Actually, it's only ten and a half inches long. You want it?"
"I'll let you know, after you explain this sudden boldness of yours." She stopped staring at his monstrous prick and locked glances with him. "You were at the window this morning, weren't you?"
He nodded.
"You saw Liz and I eat each other?"
He nodded again.
"I thought so." She watched him closely. "Liz got hers, and now you want yours, is that it?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "What happens if I turn you down?"
He shook his head. "Nothing. What you do is your business. I won't blab to Dan."
She blinked. "You're willing to let me walk out on that cock of yours, and you'll keep your mouth shut about me and Liz?"
"Like I said, what you do is your own business."
Kitten laughed suddenly. "In that case, my ass is yours."
Max shook his head. "Don't want your ass, Kitten. Don't want none of your pussy either."
Her glance dropped to his colossal cock. "You want me to suck that thing?"
"Only toward the end."
"Toward the end of what?"
"Toward the end of the game I wanna play with you, if you decide to go for it."
He grinned crookedly and blurted, "I'd like to screw you between those big tits of yours."
"You're kidding!"
"No, I'd like to work off a load of cum between your tits. I've wanted to for a long time. Since the first day I laid eyes on them. You gonna humor me?"
Kitten laughed throatily. "Why not? I've lost my cherry in other places. I might as well lose it there, too. Let me undress."
"Do that."
Kitten unzipped her white hip-huggers, and knifed forward to skin out of them, thinking, I keep going like this and pretty soon I'll be everybody's choice piece of ass, except my husband's.
She straightened, bed the hip-huggers aside and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Max watched her like a hawk. She unbuttoned the blouse and shrugged out of it. She draped it across the back of a nearby chair.
Max walked up to her. "Turn around."
Kitten obeyed, giggled. "I'm gad I'm still wearing my panties so you can't get at my asshole with that big dong of yours."
Max chuckled and reached between her shoulder blades to unclasp the bra. Then he peeled it free and tumbled her tits into nakedness. He spun her around to face him, to watch the air rush against her nipples and harden them. They reminded him of miniature pink pricks in search of a faggot to suck them. He wasn't interested in sucking the sweet things. Not now.
Nor was Kitten. She melted to the floor and stretched out on her back. She smiled at him over the peaks of her quivering boobs and said, "You're going to get the last cherry on my body, Max. Have at it."
"Christ," Max rasped as he straddled her warm stomach, "I hope I don't pop before I get at those pretty jugs of yours."
Kitten took his hard-on and tucked it between her tits. A moment later she lifted her head and licked his huge knob, then said, "Big as you are, if I keep my mouth open while you diddle me between the boobs, I can get a suck each time you hunch forward. With luck, I might even be able to catch and swallow your load. How about that?"
"Yeah, how about that."
"Get with it."
Max did. He mashed her boobs together and felt them scorch his prick. He started rocking back and forth, and each time his whang popped into view, Kitten took a suck of it, making air whistle from his lungs.
"Keep doing that," he panted, "and it ain't gonna take me long to pop my wad."
"Do it in my mouth, not over my face. Let me know when you're going to come."
"I'm almost there… take me!"
Kitten lifted his bloated cock from between her jugs and took it in her mouth. Max groaned. Every inch of his body felt aroused, awakened to every sensation as her lips gripped his huge prick, and gave it a violent suck. His asshole tensed; his balls began to ache.
"Ah!" he said, nothing more.
Sensing that he was on the verge of eruption, Kitten cupped his balls in her right hand, then kneaded them with a determined, caressing movement of her fingers, her mind begging him to flood her mouth with a big load of cum.
Shock thrills of agony continued to shoot through Max's system like wild bolts of lightning as climax threatened, and continued to threaten. He forced his eyes open and looked down at Kitten's face. Her eyes were closed as her lips worked over the cock that filled her mouth. Watching her, feeling the pressure of her lips on his dick, added to the agony in his nuts and brought more heat to the impending orgasm sloshing inside his loins.
"Finish me!" he said through clenched teeth. "Christ, Christ, Christ, finish me!"
Kitten raked his cock with her teeth and made him groan, louder this time. Then the sound belching from his throat dropped to a weak gurgle. He felt his prick twitch, and a heartbeat later thick blasts of sperm gushed from the nozzle of his hose and splattered against the back of Kitten's throat.
Kitten gagged, then gulped, retched, gulped again. She swallowed his spunk and kept swallowing, until he finished shooting, and then she permitted her lips to loosen, causing his cock to make a wet popping sound as it jumped out of her mouth.
Max grinned down at her and asked, "Your first blow-job?"
"What makes you ask? Was it that bad?"
"No, it was good. But you gagged."
Kitten laughed. "That damn knob of yours tickled my tonsils. I damn near threw up."
"I'm glad you didn't."
"So am I. Losing that meal of cum would have ruined my whole day."
"You liked it, huh?"
"Loved it."
Max's cock was stiffened again. He lifted it with both hands and pointed it towards her mouth. "Would you like another batch?"
Her head wobbled from side to side. "Some other time, Max. At the moment I'm more interested in getting a come of my own."
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes."
He frowned. "Do you think you can take this dick of mine inside that tight little box of yours? Damn few broads I've made it with could. That's how come I started fucking them between the tits. I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"You won't," Kitten said, mentally adding, I hope. "Come on, Max, fuck me." She lifted her ass from the floor. "Take off my panties and fuck me – fuck me!"
Max needed no coaxing. His trembling fingers clawed at the waistband of her panties, and moments later they lay in a tiny wad on the floor. Kitten spread her legs and purred, "Fuck me."
Max grinned and crawled between her legs. Kitten trapped his slobbering dick in her right hand, tucked the knob between the wet lips of her quim. She grunted as he rammed his prick home with one thrust and brought his nuggets to a rest on her asshole.
"I can take it!" she screamed as her hips came alive and started grinding away at the cock that filled her cunt. "I can take it!"
"Christ, I'll say you can!" Max laughed. "First woman outside of Liz who has in a long time."
Kitten barely heard him, for suddenly her mind began to spin like a top. Her heart hammered, her eyes closed, and behind the eyelids stars and pinwheels exploded against a backdrop of deep midnight. She felt herself being sucked into a vortex, held fast to the whirlpool's cone by a sucking force which was draining every ounce of reason out of her. She moaned and writhed and blindly groped for Max's mouth with her own. She found, pried his lips apart and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her legs coiled around him, her arms tightened around his neck. She sucked his tongue, dug long fingernails into his back, made him whimper. Their bodies fused; they grunted into each other's mouths. Then, suddenly, the vortex released her. She stopped sucking on his tongue, jerked her mouth away from his and panted, "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Max's body pounded against hers. His big hands stroked her tits, his fingers tweaked her nipples, and now she was in a state of complete helplessness. His cock hammered in and out of her cunt. Kitten moaned, clawed, and chanted obscenities that would have made a cab diver blush.
"Ram that big whang into my box, Max! Bury your prick deep in my quim! Go, Max, go! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Max looked down at her passion-twisted face and saw her eyes glaze, and then turn completely blank as torment turned into the sweetness of climax.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Aarrgghhhh!! Aaaaaahhhh…"
Kitten's cries turned into a long sigh as she tightened her legs around his butt and shivered her way through a delicious come. The tips of her boobs stabbed at his chest as she strained her crotch to his. Max's own masculine response was immediate, and a clock tick later he matched her explosion with one of his own.
A few moments later he lay spent on top of Kitten, his sweaty face buried between her equally sweaty tits, his cock still stashed inside her cunt.
"There," Kitten said as she felt his sperm drain out of her quim and tickle down into her asshole, "that should hold both of us… for a while."
Max chuckled and came to a kneeling position between her yawning legs. His softening cock made a sucking sound as it slipped out of her soggy cunt. He exhaled and said, "It'll have to hold me longer than that, Kitten."
Her brow wrinkled in a frown. "Oh?"
Max caught her hands in his and lurched to his feet, bringing her up with him. "Gotta boat over to the mainland and pick up a few guests who think that driving here over the toll bridge would ruin their vacation. Christ, I never saw anything fussier than a pack of tourists."
Kitten laughed softly as she located some tissues and proceeded to wipe away the jizz that was still oozing out of her cunt. "It's just as well, you old leech. I've got a jillion things to do before the party tonight."
He blinked. "Then you weren't shucking me. You really are going?"
"Any reasons why I shouldn't?"
"Nope. It's just that you took me by surprise. Christ, everything about you today is a surprise."
"Good or bad?"
"Good. Christ, it's high time you cut your wolf loose and started acting like a real woman, and not like your late mother."
It was Kitten's turn to blink. "You knew her?"
"Sure. Knew your father, too."
Sudden interest mirrored her face. "What was he like, Max?"
He grinned. "Like no man I ever knew before, or since. Big, handsome, full of piss and vinegar, that was your father. I was shrimping with him out of Tampa Bay when he first met your mother. Nothing was the same after she came into his life. Before that he was always reaching out with both hands for a good grip on the future, busting his ass to save for a shrimp fleet, of his own. Your mother threw a quick fuck into that dream, let me tell you. She spent his money like she was afraid it might go out of style. When times started to get tough, she conned him into coming to Starfish Island and selling the land he had here. Here was where she finished throwing a final fuck into his bank book, and then kicked his ass out of the house."
"I thought he…"
"Deserted her?" Max scooped up her wadded panties and shook them loose, then shook his head. "She fed you a bunch of shit about that, Kitten. Your father wasn't a runner. And he wasn't the kind of man who turned his back on obligations. He went back to the shrimp boats, and every month, regular as clockwork, he'd send her money to keep you from going naked – and hungry. Course, knowing your mother, she probably spent most of it on herself. A real user, that one."
Kitten stepped into her panties and tugged them into place over her hips and pussy before she said, "Tell me more about my father. Is he still alive?"
Max shook his head. "He beat your mother to the cemetery by a year. Damn shame you never got to know him, but take my word for it, he was one hell of a man." He smiled. "I'm glad you finally decided to take after him."
Kitten cocked an amused eyebrow at him. "By acting like a whore?"
"No, by coming alive, and unclenching your fists so you can grab for your private rainbow with both hands." His voice turned suddenly gruff. "Christ, will you listen to me! I'm starting to sound like Jason Dubois does when he's drunk." He paused to smack his lips. "Speaking of drinks, I sure as hell could use one right now. How about you?"
Kitten picked up her bra, nodded. "Anything except that cheap wine you drink."
Max moved towards the wall bar, his cock swinging between his legs like a length of wet rope. "I mix a mean Honolulu cooler."
"Fine."
Max watched her don the bra, making Kitten wonder if her actions would give him another hard-on. She hoped so. Another crack at his cock with her mouth would please her to no end. The thought of sucking his dick brought a smile to her lips. Damn, she was getting hooked on the taste of sperm! Correction, she was getting hooked on sex, period.
One stiff prick coming up, Kitten thought as she clasped her bra into place. Her coral nipples remained erect and tingling, their imprint showing through the material as she shook them at Max and asked, "Am I turning you on again, you dirty old man?"
Max stepped out from behind the bar to show her his stiffening tool. "Answer your question? Christ, the way you teased your tits into that damned bra, a dead man would've come up with a rail just from watching. You tease me on purpose?"
"Yes."
"Why? You want me to fuck you again?"
She shook her head as she walked up to him and took his cock in both hands. "I'm still hungry. I want to eat more of your cum."
Max glanced down at the way her fingers were gripping his prick and broke out in a sweat. Then he placed his hands on her naked shoulders and gently forced her down to her knees, rasped, "Start eating, little one."
Kitten kissed the knob of his cock and then her lips dropped and her tongue flicked out to lick his nuts. Max shivered and nearly popped his wad right then. Getting his balls worked over by a woman's tongue always did that to him. He dug the heels of his hands against the back of her head and said, "Christ, that's like getting goosed with an electric wire!"
Kitten stopped licking his nuts and looked up at him. "Good, huh?"
"Better than that."
Kitten dropped her mouth to his balls again. She licked them for a minute or more; then her tongue left his nuggets and her lips worked their way along his throbbing prick-shaft until they reached its knob. She tickled it with the tip of her tongue and almost made him come… again.
"Christ, you really know how to cop a joint!" Max croaked. "But I think you'd better stop teasing and wrap your hot lips around my whang before I squirt a load of cum all over your pretty face. I'm damn near ready to get my rocks off."
Kitten's bra-covered boobs burned against his thighs and her nipples dug into his flesh like twin peckers bent on rape. His cock was long enough for him to look down and see what she was doing. As he stared, Kitten slipped her yawning mouth over the knob of his dripping dong and attacked the underside of it with the tip of her tongue. He hunched forward and watched about four inches of cock disappear inside her mouth; she didn't sag. Her lips tightened and her head moved in a sliding manner over his prick-shaft. She held onto it with her right band, sort of jerking him off while she sucked, and a minute or so later his knees threatened to buckle as jism gushed forth and flooded her mouth; he didn't think he would ever stop coming.
Kitten swallowed every drop of fuck-cream she could get, and then she tried to find more. She gnawed on his whang until he finally backed off and removed it from her mouth, and then she licked the few drops of sperm from the hairy thicket around his balls.
Max waited until her mouth stopped moving. Then he lifted her to a standing position and wheezed, "Enough is enough, Kitten. Christ, don't kill me in one day."
Kitten laughed. "All right, dirty old man, I'll let you get your wind back."
"You'll do better than that," Max said as he returned to the wall bar. "You're going to get dressed, have your drink, and then you're going to get that pretty ass of yours out of here so I can get mine ready for that trip to the mainland. Those damn tourists might get impatient if I'm late, and take their business elsewhere."
Kitten remembered the many nights Max had kept the motel's No Vacancy sign burning to discourage customers, frowned at him. "Why this sudden interest in filling up the cabanas, dirty old man?"
Max didn't pretend to misunderstand. "We need the money."
"We could have been making it all winter."
"We were."
"I don't understand."
Max handed her the Honolulu cooler. "Business slowed down so bad Gil Savage and I decided to turn this place into a hot pillow joint for a while. Those college kids over on the mainland really went for our deal – a free ride here and back, and all the privacy they needed, at half the price they'd pay for a room in DeSoto City."
"I'll be damned!" Kitten laughed as she clinked her glass against his. "A whorehouse was being operated right under my nose and I didn't even know it."
She sampled her drink. "It isn't buried there any more, dirty old man. Let's just hope I yanked it out in time."
"You mean Dan?" He snorted. "I wouldn't worry too much about him not coming back to bed with you. I know that boy. He'll lick the salt from his wounded ego until it's all healed, and then he'll bring his cock back to you. Do me a favor when he does. Leave your blinds open so I can see the look on his face when he finds out the kind of woman you suddenly turned out to be."
Kitten threw back her head and laughed. "Aren't you worried about coming down with eyestrain?"
Kitten finished her drink and handed him the empty glass. "All right, dirty old man, I'll keep the blinds open." She picked up her hip-huggers and struggled into them. "And I think I'd better grab a nap before I make Monique's party tonight."
"About that party," Max said as he watched her slip into the peppermint-striped blouse and button it into place over her tits. "You're supposed to dress up for it."
"Costumes and masks?"
Kitten sighed wearily. "I'll have to drive into the village and rent one."
"Any idea what kind of outfit you're going to pick?"
"Why?"
Max grinned. "I never miss one of Monique's parties, but I might be late getting back from the mainland, and I'd like to know what you'll be wearing so I can find you in the crowd."
Devils of amusement danced in Kitten's eyes. "If I can swing it, I think I'll go dressed as a bunny rabbit. How about yourself?"
"Well, considering what's happened today, I think I'll forget about wearing my pirate rig and come as a carrot instead."
"So you can get gobbled up by the lady rabbit?"
"Damn right!"