A Sweet Homecoming
written by:
Joe F.

1971 was a good year for me in many ways. It started out sort of bad, but picked up once I was on the plane back from Viet Nam. 20 hours in the air, a touch down at Travis Air Force Base and a long bus ride to the heart of San Francisco put my spirits in the stratosphere.

I wasn't planning on flying home until the next day. San Francisco was a town that I was very fond of and I was intending to do a little partying tonight so I checked into a fair hotel a block from the bus depot.

I told the clerk that I was just off the plane from Nam and needed a room for the night. He just grunted like he had heard all that before, took my money and gave me my key. I looked at the key and he grunted again, "Room 307, just take the elevator over there," he pointed to his left, "It's on the third floor, at the end of the hall, on your left."

I picked up my bag and headed for the elevator.

The room was nice and a lot cleaner than the hooch that I had lived in for the past year. Nowhere was to be found the stench of charcoal fires and diesel. "This must be what home smells like," I thought to myself.

I stepped into the bathroom and stripped for a shower. It had been a long time since I had taken a shower without a lot of other guys around. But, the quiet was nice and this bathroom smelled a lot better than the head back in Nam. I put out my gear, turned on the shower and looked at myself in the big mirror.

I was only twenty-one, but after a year of river patrols I felt and looked much older. The innocence that was in my eyes and attitude the last time I was in the bay area had been replaced with a caution and circumspection verging on cynicism. But I guess part of the price of going to war is the loss of innocence.

I wasn't a bad looking guy I thought. If it wasn't for the G.I. haircut I might have passed for a college student from the southwest. I stood a bit over six feet tall, with a full beard and a good all over tan. I was trim and muscular at a fighting weight of one hundred eighty five pounds. I had been the light heavy weight champ of my unit and worked out whenever I could to keep in shape.

After a nice long shower and a change of clothes I headed down to the bar in the lobby. I bellied up to the bar, ordered a Beam and ginger ale, and took a look around the bar. It was a pretty nice place overall but I was definitely the youngest person in the joint and there were definitely no women present either. Everyone in the bar with the exception of myself was fifty plus and male, it looked like a traveling salesman's' rest home.

I tossed back my drink, ordered another, drank that one and headed out the door. I was in search of a sleazy joint with a decently priced drink that I could sip while I watched comely young ladies dance naked. That sort of place abounded in San Fran, you just needed to know what rock to look under and I was well versed in rock turning in this area. I had been stationed in the Bay Area for over a year prior to my being sentenced to a year in Nam, so I had no problem navigating the terrain.

I hit half dozen joints before settling on the one that would take my money. It was a small place, the bar was only half full of ‘in town on business' types, and the drinks were cheap. But the real reason that I stayed was that I wasn't mobbed by the bar girls the minute that I walked through the door.

I sat down at the end of the bar and ordered a whisky and seven from the bartender. When he put it in front of me I raised the glass and took a long sip. The drink was plenty strong so I paid him and included a generous gratuity. It was then I turned to take in the place and the show.

Although the place was small it had two small stages. One of the stages was at the far end of the bar. The other stage was directly in front of me as I sat with my back to the bar.

At the moment there was a sleazy looking blonde gyrating in front of the suits at the far end of the place. She looked like she had definitely seen better days. As a friend of mine was wont to say, "She's been rode hard and put away wet," probably on more than one occasion.

A very similar creature occupied the stage directly in front of me. Her hair was stringy and greasy, her tits sagged and flopped and even from this vantage I could see that she had tracks on her arms. She was either a junkie or a speed freak. I had no intention of dealing with either of those types tonight.

I watched her squirm on stage for a few minutes as I sipped my drink. Even in my easily aroused state she did nothing for me but make my skin crawl.

I finished my drink, turned back to the barkeep and ordered another of the same. When it arrived I paid for the drink, took a deep sip and immediately noticed that it was substantially weaker than the first. I put the drink down and motioned the guy back.

I looked the bartender in the eye, smiled, and said, "You stiffed me bud. This drink is a hell of a lot weaker than the first one that you gave me." Before he could plead innocent I continued, " I'm not a ‘suit' in town for a day and wanting a good time with one of your Skaggs." I motioned toward the business types crawling all over the blonde on the far stage. "I just got in from Nam tonight and all I'm looking for is a little visual stimulus and a decent drink. If you bring me a nice strong drink you'll get a nice tip each time. If you bring me hog piss like this drink here, you'll be lucky if I even pay for it. In fact if you don't fortify this glass right now, you may soon be wearing the drink that you just served me."

He looked at me for a second before he reached over to the well and grabbed the bottle of rotgut that they called whiskey in this place. He looked me in the eye as he filled the glass to the top. I nodded to him as he pulled the bottle away, picked up the drink and took a long pull. As he turned to leave I reached into my front pocket and pulled out a couple of bills and put them on the bar for him. He took the money with a half smile, half sneer kind of expression on his face. The guy didn't like me much anymore I could tell, but I was pretty sure that I was going to get a fair drink from him the rest of the evening.

I turned around just in time to see the junkie pull on some of her clothes and leave the stage. She sidled over to me and asked in what she must have thought to be a seductive voice, "Would you like some company honey?"

I responded with, "I'm not really interested sweetheart."

She feigned a hurt look and said, "Ok, your loss." She then stumbled down the bar to the scrum of drunken businessmen, where she was immediately provided with a drink and a grope.

I turned my attention back to my drink. I tipped it up and took a good, deep sip. When I brought the glass down I caught the sight of a fairly attractive brunette mounting the steps of the stage in front of me.

She was in her early twenties but looked younger, tall with long dark hair and a very nice figure. She was dressed in denim shorts, a leather halter-top, and knee-high boots. She had a nice rack and a tight ass. All in all she filled out her clothes very nicely.

Her music started and she began to dance. It started as pretty much the same bump and grind the other dancers had performed, but her appearance and physical attributes made it all a bit more interesting to watch.

She danced around a bit, squatting down in what was supposed to be a sexy move, then thrusting her pelvis out at the customers. She bent over to show her ass, squatted once more and rose with a shimmy and a shake. I was getting very disappointed with the performance until she brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed.

Her breasts almost popped out of her skimpy halter-top as she caressed them with her sensuous fingers. She ran her hands up her tits and then down them once again, all the time pushing them together to make her ample cleavage appear even greater and more enticing.

She moved her hands to her back and slowly undid the knot securing the back of the halter-top. The top fell free and hung there by the neck strap while she ran her hands under the leather fabric and massaged her breasts. The slight movement of her hands on her bare skin moved the leather aside just enough to show a little nipple and a lot of skin.

She turned around, exposing her bare back to the small crowd in the bar. As she turned I caught the profile of her ample bosom and it was definitely breath taking.

With her back to the bar she wrapped her arms around herself and ran her hands up and down her bare skin. She rotated her ass for the crowd, grinding seductively, before sliding her hands down her back to her ass. She took the cheeks of in her hands and squeezed them, running her fingers over them. The effect was very erotic in a way the other women had been unable to pull off.

She turned her head over her shoulder seemed to look directly at me, smiled and began to slowly move her hands back up her bare back. When she reached her neck she took the knot of the neckband into her hands, untied it and let the leather garment flutter to the floor.

She seemed to be looking directly at me as she ran her hands over her now bare bosom and down her flat stomach to the waistband of her shorts. She hooked her fingers into the waistband, released the snap and pulled the shorts down. She slowly bent over, I got a really nice view of her brown eye as she rotated her ass at me before she straightened up and pulled up the shorts.

She looked over her shoulder at me again, seemed to wink at me, then brought her hands up to her bountiful breasts and slowly turned back to face the bar.

Her hands were not able to fully cover her tits. There is no way that such small hands would ever be able to conceal such lovely jugs.

She placed her hands so that the palms were covering the nipples while the fingers were pointed in the general direction of her ample cleavage. As I watched she slowly spread her fingers. Slowly exposing more of her alabaster skin to view. As I began to drool she started to slowly rotate her hands over her nipples. Her pink tongue darted sensuously over her bright red lips. She smiled and blew a kiss at the crowd/me and pushed her tits together before sliding her hands finally from her beasts, down, across her hard, flat stomach.

Once fully exposed, her jugs were definitely a joy to behold. They were sweet and lusciously large and firm, without a hint of sag. Long erect nipples nestled in large brown aureoles that beckoned to be suckled upon. Smooth expanses of silken white flesh begged for a hand to caress them. They jiggled slightly while she danced, the subtle movement mesmerized me and raised the heat of my loins.

She ran her hands over her midriff and then over her boobs once again. Moving them slowly across the lovely white flesh, caressing them, virtually making love to them. The show was making me fully aroused, my cock was beginning to strain at my pants. I am sure that she knew the effect she was having on me and she seemed to have centered in on me as her primary audience of the night.

She moved her hands from her breasts and slowly slid them over the enticing expanse of white flesh that was her stomach until they reached the waistband of her shorts. She placed her fingers on her waistband and undid the snap that was holding the fly together.

She looked at me as she slowly opened the fly, exposing the top strands of her pubic hair. Ever so slowly she pulled the fly farther open, each second that passed presented a better view of the area just above her pussy. I dearly wanted to jump up and rip the shorts off of her and have my way with her on that very stage. Willing or unwilling I lusted for completion within her cunt.

I tore my gaze away from her shorts. My eyes traveled up her body, visually ravishing first her flat stomach then her breasts. Finally my gaze rested on her face, I gazed into her eyes and she smiled at me.

Her smile made my heart skip and then race. I could feel the heat build in my loins and my face as my lust grew for this voluptuous waif.

Holding tight to the cloth of her shorts she took a half step toward me and lifted one of her booted feet slightly off the stage. She nodded toward her foot, seeming to indicate that she wanted me to remove it.

I dumbly pointed to my chest and mouthed, "Me?"

She shook her head in affirmation, smiled, and mouthed back, "Yes."

I slid off the barstool, took a step toward the stage and reached up to grasp the heel of the boot. I could see that the boots fit tightly and a zipper ran the full length of the inside of each boot from just below the knee to the sole. I slowly unzipped the first boot and slid it gently from her foot.

She placed her now bare foot on the stage and balancing on it raised her other booted foot to my waiting hands. Once more I released the zipper and slowly pulled the footwear from her foot.

She smiled at me once more and I picked up both of her boots and returned to my seat at the bar. I placed the boots on the bar next to me almost as trophies.

Now a barefoot wench, she slowly turned her back to the rest of the bar and slowly pushed her shorts down her legs. As the garment reached her knees she let it drop to the stage, stood straight, and kicked the shorts to the back of the stage.

Slowly, sensuously, she ran her hands over her body. Although I could only see her back I could visualize her hands caressing her lovely breasts and then slowly sliding down to stroke her pussy. I visualized her fingers sliding luxuriously along the wet flesh of her slit before traversing once more the smooth flesh of her stomach to caress the swelling globes of her tits.

Placing an arm across her chest and a hand over her cunt she slowly turned to face me, and the crowd. She looked at me and slowly lowered herself to where her knees were bent to nearly a squat and her legs were apart. She slowly slid her hand away from her pussy. I could see the bright pink flesh of her spread open cunt lips and the protrusion of a very erect clitoris. The sight made my mouth water.

Her arm slid away from across her breasts. Her nipples stood erect and hard in a wide circle of aureole. The skin of her breasts showed a pale pink. It was either from excitement or from the abrasion of her hands rubbing over them. Either way right then I wanted dearly to run my hands over them and feel their velvet softness for myself.

Slowly she stood upright, looked at the crowd and bowed deeply to all of the patrons in the bar. At that, a round of applause rang out from the room augmented with wolf whistles and yells of bravo, hooray, etc.

She bowed deeply once more, her breasts swinging seductively with the motion. She extended her hand toward me and I looked dumbly at her not understanding her meaning. She pointed at her feet and smiled. I grabbed her boots from the bar and handed then to her, getting a pleasant view of her bobbing breasts as she bent to take the from me.

She bent to retrieve her clothing from the floor of the stage and clutching them to her body like an embarrassed virgin she climbed quickly down the stairs and passed through the door to the rear of the stage. As her succulent bottom disappeared from sight I had an inexplicable and irrational feeling of loss.

I sat still for a moment before turning around and placing my now empty glass on the bar. I motioned to the bartender indicating I need a refill. He quickly built me a fresh drink, got his tip and left me to my thoughts.

"She sure was inspired tonight." Said a voice to my left.

I turned and saw that the bouncer had moved up next to me during the performance. I had been so totally engrossed in the show that I had let someone slip up on my blind side without my even knowing it. Where I had been the past year a slip up like that could have cost me my life or one of my buddies their life.

I shook off the feeling of apprehension and exposure and said to him, "Yeah man, she is one hot fox. That sexy dance of hers really got me going there."

He looked at me and responded, "She isn't that into it most nights. Tonight she sure had a fire lit under her for some reason."

"Well she sure lit a fire under me, if you know what I mean." I said and chuckled. My dick was only now growing soft. During most of the performance it was at full attention.

The bouncer looked over at me, his eyes squinted menacingly and he said, "Don't you be getting any ideas about her ya hear." He nodded vaguely in the direction the dancer had taken from the stage and continued, "Kathy is my girl friend, and I don't let nobody fool around with my old lady. You understand?"

I looked him up and down before I replied, "I think that everybody in this bar including myself has some ‘idea' about her after the performance she just put on." I looked him in the eye before continuing, "Whether I have any intention about acting on that ‘idea' is another thing entirely."

I turned back to my drink and sat there in silence, lost in thoughts so fleeting as to not have any real substance at all. The bouncer sat there next to me and nursed his drink too, but it wasn't long before the bartender came down bar and ordered the bouncer to return to his post at the entrance to the bar.

Minutes passed as I sat there slowly sipping my beverage. The sounds of the bar ebbed and flowed with the moment. Fresh dancers mounted the stages and strutted their wares but I ignored them.

I sensed a movement to my right, I glanced into the mirror behind the bar and saw the dancer, Kathy, moving toward me. She moved up next to me and leaned against the bar.

"Hi." She said, "My name is Kathy. Would you like some company?" And she extended her hand for me to shake.

I smiled at her, took her hand in mine and said, "Sure, I'd love the companionship. But I have to tell you up front that I have no intention of sitting here all night buying you Saigon tea and then leaving the bar with a case of blue balls and an empty wallet."

She looked at me quizzically and asked, "Saigon tea? What the hell is Saigon tea? Is that some new drink or something?"

I chuckled at her ignorance and responded with, "Saigon tea is a drink that they serve the bar girls in Viet Nam when they're trying to rake a G.I. Its just plain tea or coke, maybe very watered down alcohol that's served in a shot glass and sold at a premium price."

She nodded her head and said, "I see, I didn't know that."

I said then, "If you want to just sit here and talk I‘d really enjoy that. Or if you want a drink we can get you a real one if you like. Its just that, well, I just spent a year of my life buying gals drinks just to have their companionship and I really don't want to continue that here at home too."

She looked me in the eye and replied, "Hell, you look like a nice guy, I just wanted to sit and talk with you. Don't worry about buying me any drinks if you don't want to." She looked up and down the bar before continuing, "Besides, it looks like business is starting to drop off anyway. The boss, she nodded toward the barkeep, won't mind if I sit here and keep you out of trouble for a while." She turned her head toward the bartender and said in a loud voice, "Will ya Charlie?"

The barkeep looked up from polishing glasses and replied, "Nope, that's your business babe, not mine." And he returned his attention to his glasses and the boisterous crowd at the other end of the bar that now had the two Skaggs pretty much undressed.

I just said, "Far out!" and ordered a round for the two of us.

We just seemed to chat naturally, easily for some reason. Our discussion ranged from ourselves to the war to the weather. I found out that her brother had been killed in Nam a few months before and she missed him dearly. She had been going to college but dropped out when her grades fell too low and she had gone to work dancing in bars to fill the pantry and pay her part of the rent.

I told her that I had met her boyfriend. She looked at me curiously as I recounted my discussion with the bouncer. "That's Al." She said. "Al is one of half a dozen people that live in the same house with me." She explained. "He thinks that there is more going on between us than there is. We screwed a couple of times, true, but he's just a guy that I know. Ya know what I mean?"

She reached into her purse, pulled out a pack of Marlboros, and offered me one. I declined telling her that, "I only smoke cigars." I pulled a pack of swisher sweets from my shirt pocket and offered her one. She put her cigs up and took the cigar, unwrapped it, placed it between her lips and said, "Light me".

I lit her cigar with my Zippo and she inhaled luxuriantly. Kathy drew the smoke deep into her lungs before letting the smoke roll lazily from her nostrils. "Oh," she said sultrily, a cloud of smoke escaping with her words, "That tastes so good. There is nothing better than a cigar."

My old Zippo fired once more as I lit my own cigar. I took a deep drag on the cigar and motioned to the barkeep that I wanted two more drinks here. He quickly obliged, I tasted them both before sliding one of them to Kathy. She smiled appreciatively, lifted her glass and said, "To you and your homecoming. May you continue to be so lucky."

I lifted my glass to hers and as the glasses clinked together said, "I'll drink to that."

Kathy giggled and took a deep sip of her drink. She leaned in close to me, putting her hand on my arm as we returned to our chatter.

The drinks and cigars were soon consumed. I ordered another round and lit another cigar for each of us. Kathy was quickly becoming tipsy and was confiding the secrets of her heart to me, an imperfect stranger. Maybe it was the sure knowledge that I was soon to be out of her life that made her so bold. Maybe we were soul mates on some cosmic level. Hell, I don't know. But for some bizarre reason on this night in this bar in the City by the bay we were two souls confiding deep dark secrets one to the other.

At some point, as we were leaning close and talking, voices so soft that only we could hear, our foreheads touched, our lips chanced to touch. They touched again, and yet again. Our first light chaste kisses were quickly followed by kisses of a deeper more ardent type as our lips became passionately pressed together in a fiery embrace.

My tongue moved across her lips, I tasted her lipstick. Her lips parted, inviting me inside. Her mouth tasted of the sweet essence of whiskey mixed with the smoky taste of the cigar. Our tongues touched in the sweet fore play of the kiss, our lips pressed tighter together as the passion of their contact grew. Soon our mouths were locked in a mad embrace as our tongues dancing over each other.

Kathy tasted of whiskey and cigars, she smelled of a sweet perfume and the light musk of sweat. Her lips were at once sweet and salty. Her mouth was warm and willing her lips soft and pliant. Our breathing quickened and she moaned lightly.

I pulled back long enough to say, "Why don't we go to my hotel?"

She responded with, "Sorry I can't. There's something that I haven't told you about myself. I have a kid, a little girl, and I have to go home to her tonight."

She pressed her lips to mine once more and the passion grew. There seemed to be electricity passing between us. It seemed to grow in strength with each second our lips were in contact. Finally she pulled away, breathless, panting. She looked at me and said, "I'm going to head into the rest room. I want you to follow me in. Just wait here for a couple of minutes or so. I'll be in the girls room, just knock four times real slow and I'll let you in." She got up and walked unsteadily through the door marked clearly, ‘Restrooms'.

I looked at my watch and waited. I waited more than two minutes, much closer to five minutes. Slowly I rose from my stool and walked quickly through the arch and into the restroom area.

The restroom area had two doors, one was marked Boys, and the other marked Girls. Between the doors was a hand sink. I stepped to the door marked girls and knocked softly four times. Kathy unlatched the door and I pulled it open. Oddly the door opened outward instead of inward, as you would have expected. I stepped through the door and the reason for this was more than evident. There was not enough room in this tiny room, more a stall actually for the door to open in. If it had there wouldn't have been enough room to close it once you were inside.

I pulled the door shut behind me and shot the bolt. Thus locking us off from any chance intrusion or interruption.

Kathy moved into my arms, our lips smashed together, our tongues intertwined. Our hands roamed over out bodies seeming of their own volition.

My hands moved over her breasts, kneading their velvety softness through the leather halter-top. Kathy reached back and undid the knot holding the garment fast to her breasts. The leather fell away and I ran my hands over her satin smooth skin. Gently grazing her erect nipples, taking them between my fingers and gently pinching them. I felt the gooseflesh form on her smooth skin as I moved my fingers lightly over her sizzling flesh. I gently squeezed her wondrous resilient globes, a moan from deep within her mixed with our kisses.

Kathy pushed her body even tighter against mine, grinding her pelvis hard against my very erect penis. Her hands moved to my waistband and she pulled my shirt from my pants and ran one hand over my hard stomach and across the thick hair of my chest. Her other hand unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and thrust into my boxers to grip the burning flesh of my rock hard dick.

As I squeezed and pinched the soft flesh of Kathy's beautiful tits, she stroked roughly on my steely rod. She moved the one hand from its travels across my chest to move down and caress my swollen balls, and then up, until she had both hands furiously stroking the raging flesh of my iron hard cock.

I slid one of my hands off of her breast and slid it down to the waistband of her shorts. I reached for the snap and found that it was already undone. I grasped the fabric of the waistband and pushed them down allowing me access to Kathy's hot wet cunt. Kathy's shorts fell to the floor as my fingers glided across her velvet flesh to the thick hair surrounding her pussy.

I ran my finger through her thick pubic hair and across the thick labia lips of her pussy. Her cunt was virtually dripping with the honey of her passion. I slid my fingers into her slit to massage the erect and very large clit whose head extended above the lips of the slit.

I stroked her clit like she stroked my cock, I could feel her quiver beneath my fingers. I moved my fingers off the clit after a couple of minutes and slid them farther down her slit. I kept my thumb against her clitoris and rubbed up and down with it while I inserted my fingers deep in the sweltering depths of her torrid pussy.

As she stroked my cock I stroked her pussy. I placed three fingers inside of her up to the third knuckle and stroked in and out as she stroked furiously on my manhood. I felt her cunt contract around my fingers and her body quivered against me. The juices of Kathy's twat flowed down my fingers and across my hand.

Kathy pulled her mouth from mine, pushed slightly away and sat down on the toilet. She pulled my pants down along with my boxer shorts completely exposing my hard Johnson to her view.

She virtually dove onto my crank, impaling her sweet mouth on my rigid length of oak hard flesh. Kathy ravenously devoured my dick stroking madly over its length. Her soft lips caressed my burning flesh while her hot mouth turned it into a red-hot piece of steel.

I grabbed a handful of her dark tresses and pushed her even farther onto my shaft. This sent her into even greater passion and she stroked madly up and down as her tongue coursed over the flesh of my cock in rhythm to her strokes.

Soon I was ready to explode inside her, but I desperately wanted to blow my seed inside of her pussy and not within the velvet confines of her mouth.

I pulled her mouth from my dick, she brushed my hand away and immediately pushed her mouth as far onto my dick as she could. I pulled her away again and pulled her to her feet.

I pulled Kathy to me and smashed my mouth to hers, feverishly thrusting my tongue past her lips and into her mouth. Our tongues intertwined, jousting with the velvet confines of our mouths.

Kathy gripped my dick with both of her hands. She stood on her toes so that she could rub the tip of my cock against the swollen flesh of her flowing slit. I ran my hands over the soft globes of her ass and pulled her to me, gently lifting her so that my dick began to slide into her well-lubricated cunt.

Kathy moved one hand from my dick and ran it around my neck, using that hand to lift herself up while the other hand guided my raging shaft into her quivering hole. I used my grip on her ass to pull her onto me and lift her completely off the floor.

Kathy wrapped her strong legs around my hips and buried me to the hilt inside of her. We stayed still for a minute, our mouths moving over each other. Our passion filled bodies holding still, as we savored the sweet sensations of our joining.

Holding Kathy tight in my arms with my Johnson buried deep within her I shuffled forward, my legs straddling the toilet until Kathy's ass rested on the tank of the toilet. Once resting on the tank Kathy relaxed her grip in my hips just enough for me to begin thrusting deeply into her, at first gently sliding my eight inches of steel but soon the cadence grew faster and we were both caught up in the passion of this frenzied moment.

Our lips were locked together, seemingly crushed into a single passionate mass. Kathy's nails were on my back, scratching me through the fabric of my shirt. One of my hands caressed her beautiful breasts while the other moved across the cheeks of her ass, both caressing and holding her steady on the toilet tank.

Again and again I thrust into her, feeling the fevered velvet of her cunt around my raging dick. I felt her come again and again, her animal moans silenced by the pressure of my lips on hers. I felt my cock begin to swell with the upsurgence of the molten lava of my passion and I knew that I was about to erupt inside of Kathy's sweet pussy.

The fire of my loins moved upward through the portal of my penis and exploded into Kathy, filling her cunt with white-hot fluid burning with the pent up emotions of half a lifetime. I could feel her muscles contract around my shaft as she came at the same time. Moans escaped her lips and into my mouth where they were answered with guttural grunts as I pumped my white seed into her a quart at a time.

I could feel our juices flow over my balls and down my legs as we thrust ever more slowly until we were still, our bodies spent. We kissed lightly, passions cooling, until my dick slid soft, flaccid and lifeless from her dripping cunt.

I backed away and Kathy slid from her perch on the back of the toilet. She bent down, picked up her shorts and slid them on. She reached behind her and tied the halter-top, then grabbed a handful of toilet paper and dabbed at the stream of white gooey cum coursing down her legs.

I pulled my pants up and tucked my shirt in and I was ready to go.

She looked at me and asked, "How do I look?"

I responded with, "You are beautiful. You never looked better."

She said, "How the hell do you know? We just met three hours ago."

I said, "You're right, but sometimes three hours can be a lifetime."

She kissed me lightly, turned to the door and said, "I'll go first. You wait a minute or two and then I'll meet you at the bar."

"Ok." I responded as she unlatched the door and stepped out.

I pulled the door shut as she left and then I heard a rough masculine voice growl, "What the hell are you doing back here bitch?"

Kathy replied, "It's really none of your damn business asshole, but I was taking a crap."

The voice responded, "The hell its not my business, everything you do is my business. You're my woman, bitch"

Kathy barked a laugh and then said, "Hell, you aren't enough of a man to have me as your woman Al."

Al yelled some unintelligible obscenities followed by, "What the hell is that running down your leg cunt? Oh fucking Christ, you've been fucking that candy ass hole in the fucking crapper."

I pushed open the door expecting to be met with the bull rush of an enraged bouncer. Instead I was greeted with the almost comical sight of Al, the bouncer, up against the wall with an enraged Kathy poking her finger into his chest as she vigorously chastised him.

"You needle dick motherfucker!" She yelled as she pushed her finger into his chest, "Where do you come off trying to tell me who to fuck or where to fuck or what to do?" He attempted to move away from the wall she pushed him back and slapped him lightly on the cheek before she said, "Your old lady is Sunflower, or at least that is what her and her kid think anyway." She continued breathlessly, "You have no say in my life one way or another. Do you understand that?" He started to look away but she grabbed him by the cheek and repeated, "Do you understand that?!"

He looked at her sheepishly and responded, "Yeah, I understand."

"And you had better forget about trying anything with that guy over there. He could kill you without breaking a sweat" She continued. She turned to me and said, "I need to get out of here for the night. The place is beginning to get on my nerves. Would you like to keep me company?"

I replied, "hell yes!"

Kathy released the properly humbled Al and walked to her dressing room. I walked by him, patted him mockingly on the shoulder, strode to the bar and downed my drink.

Kathy returned in a moment carrying a small overnight bag and her handbag. She had slipped on a long skirt and a light jacket. She walked up to me and kissed me lightly. As she ran her arm into the crook of mine she said, "Lets go."

We walked through the door way and into the street. We walked downhill probably because it was easier. We hadn't gone more than a block when she stopped to pull a cigarette from her bag. She placed the smoke between her lips and was trying to find her matches when I pulled my Zippo out and fired it up. I placed the flame to the smoke, she took a deep drag and said, "Thanks."

I replied, "My pleasure."

She pulled the cig from her lips and chuckled, before she said, "You are too much. So polite and at the same time I get the feeling that you can really be trouble when you want to be."

"You could be right sweet cheeks." I responded.

"I think that I need to get away for a while" She paused meaningfully before continuing, " There is stuff going on where I live that I really don't want to get into right now. But I think that I really need a break." She said as she brought the cigarette to her lips again.

She took a puff from her smoke, pulled it from her mouth, looked down at it between her fingers and asked, "Do you think we could stay in your hotel room for the night? My daughter and I that is."

My dick started to get hard with the thought of spending the whole night with this temptress. I hoped that I didn't show too much eagerness as I responded with a quick, "Sure, no problem at all."

Kathy turned and began walking rapidly down the street. As she quickly sped away from me she called back, "We better hurry for the bus. I'm freezing my ass off in this wind."

As I rushed to catch up I asked, "Where do you live?"

"In the Haight." She replied.

I chuckled at her response. I should have known she would be living in one of the many communes in that area of town. I looked at my watch and was surprised to see that it was only eleven, it felt that it should be much later, time was running slow tonight that was sure.

Quickening my steps I caught up with her and said, "It's going to take forever to get a bus going that direction this time of night. I have a better idea." We rounded a corner and I saw two cabs coming down the street toward us. The first pulled over about half way down the block to let some partygoers out while the second continued on toward us.

I waved at one cab, but it was occupied and continued on past us. The next cab pulled out from the curb heading our direction. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty and waved it at the cab. The cab driver brought his vehicle to a halt next to the curb. I opened the back door and let Kathy slide in before getting in myself. The driver asked, "Where to folks?" Kathy gave the driver the address, crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray and we settled back in the seat.

Kathy put her hand on mine and said, "I really want to thank you for letting us spend the night with you." She squeezed my hand lightly, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "You're sweet."

If she could read my thoughts right then she wouldn't have thought me too sweet. I was mentally reliving the fuck that we had in the bathroom. Her hand on mine, her shoulder against mine, made me want her again. She moved her hand from atop mine and casually ran it up and down my thigh. I didn't know if she was doing this intentionally but the effect on me was immediate and dramatic.

My penis seemed to spring up, no slow growth, and no interlude of semi-softness. One minute it was flaccid, the next it was rock hard. It was like my cock was a junkie and this Kathy was a drug that it had to have more of.

Kathy noticed the sudden tenting of my jeans. She smiled and nuzzled in close to whisper in my ear, "Not in the cab." Her hand stopped moving on my leg and once again we held hands like young lovers

She kissed me on the cheek, laid her head on my shoulder, and sat there quietly for a minute before saying, "I kind of lied to you when I said that I dropped out of college because my grades dropped. The real reason was that I got myself knocked up." She watched the city lights go by for a moment before continuing, "Sure my grades dropped. It's hard to keep them up when you're missing classes because you've got morning sickness. But the real reason was that I simply couldn't go to class looking like some sort of fucking balloon. I just stopped going to classes after the seventh month but I didn't tell my folks that. They kept sending me the money, thinking I was getting a good education when I was really getting ready to have their grand daughter."

"Did you tell them about the kid?" I asked.

Kathy responded, "Yeah, after she was born I took a trip up to Sacramento to introduce them to their new grandkid." She paused, "But they just couldn't seem to accept her."

"Why?" I asked. "Was it because she was illegitimate?"

Kathy chuckled and nestled closer. "No.", she said, "If only it was that simple. It was because she is half black, or ‘Negro' as they described it." Her voice dropped even lower as she continued, "They wanted me to put her up for adoption. They said a suitable colored family could probably be found for her and then I could go back to school like nothing had ever happened. I just couldn't do that to my baby though. I haven't seen or heard from them since then."

"Oh, I get it now." I said, and I did ‘get it'. It was easier in those days to accept an illegitimate child than to accept a racially mixed child. I could understand how they were hesitant to embrace their bastard mulatto grand baby. I could understand it, but that didn't make their attitude any more right in my eyes.

As we rode on Kathy continued about how she had been the liberal white suburban princess and he had been the black revolutionary from the inner city. They had met at some sort of protest against something or other. A couple of dates later they had dropped some acid together and spent a wild interlude of sex and debauchery in his off campus apartment.

They had continued to see each other, but when she was late for her next period, he began to come up with vague excuses as to why he couldn't see her or she couldn't come to see him. When her worst fears were realized, that she was pregnant, he disappeared from her life entirely.

The cabbie stopped in front of her house. It was a seedy row house, almost undiscernable from those around it. The driver turned to collect his fare and I told him that we were going to need him to take us back down town. I gave him the name of the hotel that I was staying in and he seemed happy to have a return fare. He put the meter on wait and picked up the newspaper from beside him on the front seat.

Kathy gave me a tender peck on the cheek, squeezed my hand and said, "This shouldn't take any more than fifteen or twenty minutes. By the way, can I have twenty bucks?"

"Sure," I responded reaching for my wallet. "What do you need the money for?"

"I pay one of the other gals living here a few bucks to take care of Delilah when I work. It isn't much but it helps her to buy food for her own kid." She replied as she took the money from my hand. "Thanks, " Kathy said and she kissed me promisingly on the lips before she slid across the seat, opened the door and stepped out into the breezy San Francisco night.

The cab was warm, the only measure of time was the ticking of the meter and the occasional rasping call from the dispatcher. I was tired and I must have I dozed off because I was startled awake by the rush of chill air as Kathy opened the door to the taxi. This was the second time tonight that someone had snuck up on my blind side and it really made me irrationally nervous for a second before I calmed down and reached to take the bag that Kathy was extending into the cab.

Kathy was carrying two bags and a large bundle that I assumed was her daughter Delilah. She handed me one bag and then the other before ducking through the door with her daughter. I took the bags and placed them on the floor of the cab in front of my feet.

The Cab driver asked, "Are we all set?"

Kathy said, "Yeah, I guess so," As the cab pulled away from the curb.

I looked at the bags and said, "That sure isn't much."

Kathy replied, "Well it has to be enough because it's all we have."

We hadn't gone more than a couple of blocks when Kathy asked the driver to pull over at a market. "I need to get some milk and stuff for Delilah to eat in the morning." She explained.

When the driver had pulled to the curb and Kathy opened the door to get out I said to the cabbie, "There's an extra fin in it for you if you watch the kid while we run into the store."

He looked over his shoulder at the sleeping child and said, "Sure, no problem Mac. I got five of my own at home." And he picked up the sports section from the front seat.

Kathy grabbed some cereal and milk while I headed for the deli section. I hadn't eaten since the dinner on the last leg of the flight from Nam and I was famished. I picked up a couple packs of cold cuts, a loaf of bread, some salad dressing and a couple of bags of chips. On the way beck up to the counter I grabbed a cheap bottle of sangria and a six-pack of coke.

Behind the counter the clerk had a fair assortment of cigars and I picked out a couple of packs of Hav-A-Tampa's and some Crookettes. Kathy tossed in a couple packs of Marlboros'. I paid for the stuff, we lugged it out to the cab and headed downtown once more.

At the hotel, I paid the driver and included a very generous gratuity for his patience, picked up a couple of bags and headed inside with Kathy in tow. We walked to the elevator and I pushed the button for the third floor.

The desk clerk cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me sir." I turned to look at him and he continued, "I'm sorry sir, but she's not registered here."

I said, "That's alright, I'm in room 307."

"I know sir," he responded, "Viet Nam vet, just got in today, I remember you. But she isn't registered and neither is her child."

I looked at him and replied, "Oh yeah, this is my sister Kathy and her daughter. She just got in on the bus and we're going to be flying back home together tomorrow."

He looked at me dubiously and responded, "It doesn't matter to me who she is sir. When you checked in you paid for a single, so if your sister and your niece are going to be spending the night with you in your room, you are going to have to pay extra."

"How much?" I asked.

"Ten bucks," he replied, "Five for each of them."

"Hell, I thought you were talking about real money." I said as I peeled off three fives from my wad. "If you toss in some extra blankets and a pillow or two I'll toss in an extra five for you."

He took my money, got up from his chair and moved to the door behind him. He returned momentarily with an armload of blankets and pillows. "These ought to do you. Have a good night." He said as he returned to his book.

Once in the room, Kathy made a palette for Delilah in the open closet, sat in the chair and lit up a cigarette. "Why don't you take a shower while I sit here to make sure that she stays asleep." She said maternally.

I smiled devilishly at her and said, "We could both take a shower together. That would be a lot more fun than doing it all alone."

She smiled back and said, "That sounds very tempting, but I want to be here for a few minutes just in case she wakes up. I don't want her to get all freaked out by waking up in a strange room all by herself. You go an ahead and I'll clean up after you're done."

I got a clean pair of skivvies out of my bag and went off to take my shower. The hot water flowing over my body woke me up. I felt grimy and smelly too for some reason after the tryst and the fight at the bar and when I emerged from the steamy shower, I felt refreshed and revitalized.

I pulled on my boxers before stepping back into the room. "Well aren't you sexy in your G.I. under-wear." Kathy quipped as she stripped for her turn under the shower.

Watching her remove her clothing brought me to full erection in less time than I would have imagined. Soon the head of my dick was beginning to protrude from the leg of my shorts. Kathy watched my cock grow in length and smiled, "Hold that thought." She said as she brushed by me on her way to the shower. "I'll be out in just a minute." She continued as she kissed me lightly on the lips and brushed her hand over my now very rigid shaft.

I sat down on the edge of the bed to wait. It took her more than a minute to finish in the bathroom so I opened a pack of cigars lit one and opened a bottle of coke. The warm coke reminded me of Viet Nam, all of the soda pop we had over there was warm. The only time we drank it cold was when we bought a mixed drink at the EM club on base. Other than that it was warm and fizzy, just like the one in my hand.

That was the only thing that was reminiscent of being ‘in country tonight'. The sound of the shower running and Kathy lightly singing a song were as foreign to any of my experiences of the past year as the sights and smells of the city outside my window.

The shower stopped, but I could hear Kathy still lightly humming a song that I could not identify. I took another puff from my half smoked cigar and a drink from the warm coke savoring the taste of both while half listening to the sounds from the bathroom.

The door opened and Kathy stepped naked into the room. She was still moist from the shower and her hair was wrapped in a towel. She looked something like a voluptuous naked Arab sheik as she slowly walked toward me.

She stopped in front of me and turned slowly around. "How do I look?" She asked

"Good enough to eat." I replied.

"Oh really." She said as she reached to take my cigar. "I was hoping you would think that." She continued, and then she took a long drag from the cigar.

She exhaled the smoke luxuriously before placing the tip between her lips and placing her hands on my shoulders. Using the steady pressure of her hands on my shoulders and the forward movement of her body Kathy pushed me back on the bed. She placed her knees on the bed straddling my body. Slowly she moved up my torso, her cunt mere inches above my chest, until her pussy was directly over my mouth.

Kathy put her hand under my head and pulled it up until my lips were pressed tight against her sweet twat. She reached over and grabbing a pillow placed it beneath the back of my head.

Her cunt tasted clean and almost sweet as I ran my questing tongue over its luscious length. I ran my tongue along the swollen lips of her juicy labia teasing the length of the clit as I placed it between my lips.

Teasing the tip of the now erect clit with my tongue while I held its short shaft between my lips brought a low moan from Kathy's lips and a quiver from her hips. She placed her hands to either side of my head and pulled me so close to her flesh that I could barely breath. She began to rock back and forth against my lips as my tongue played over her cunt.

Light moans escaped her lips as she rubbed her pussy against my lips. I looked up her surging stomach, past her jiggling jugs, I saw the cigar still held between her lips. Occasionally a small puff of smoke would escape her lips as she moaned audibly while she fucked my mouth with her twat.

Kathy's voluptuous tits shook to and fro as she raked my lips with her cunt. I desperately wanted to run my hands over her bouncing breasts. To caress her soft flesh and stroke my fingers over her hard nipples, but my arms were pinned to my side by her legs. I tried to free them from her hold, but she increased the pressure on them, binding them even tighter to my sides.

I felt her body quiver and her stroking faltered. She released one hand from my head while still holding my face tight to her quaking quim with the other. She took the cigar from her smiling lips, leaned over to the nightstand and placed the cigar in the ashtray. As she sat upright once more she effusively exhaled the smoke from her lungs in a long loud sigh.

She began to undulate her hips once more, her pussy lips grazed my outstretched tongue. Her hand moved from behind my head and began to rub and caress one of her lovely breasts. Her other hand moved to join it, caressing the other tit as she continued to rub back and forth over my eager mouth.

She took her great rigid nipples between her fingers and pinched them hard, I felt her body quiver over me. She pushed her monstrous mamarries together and squeezed them tight, then ran her thumbs over the hard nipples, stroking them as one would stroke the strings on a guitar. I felt her body shake one more time and my face was covered in her fragrant juices as she reached her climax again.

Her body was still for a moment, her breathing ragged, breasts heaving. She leaned forward, placed her hands on the bed, and swung her legs over my body. She turned and before I could do more than wonder at her grace and beauty she was crawling over my prostrate form once more.

She pushed my boxers past my crotch, placed one hand over my very rigid pole and the other began to massage my testicles. She grazed her full lips across the head of my raging meat, flicking her pink tongue out to capture the drop of precum nestled in the orifice at its tip. She ran her tongue teasingly over the crimson meat of the head of my pecker.

The touch of her tongue to my burning flesh raised the temperature of my desire almost to the point of combustion. For a second I was afraid that I was going to come right then, but the point of eruption passed and was replaced with the steady tingle of passion as she ran her tongue over the head of my penis like a child would lick a lollypop.

She moved her lips slowly down the head of my shaft, licking at the tip as she moved leisurely over my flesh. Her lips held my shaft tightly, her tongue coursed over my feverish flesh, her hand stroked the base as she played the fingers of her other hand over the delicate soft tissue of my balls.

Her mouth had consumed about half of my steely shaft before she started to ride up and down on it. As she moved up on it I felt her tongue move over my fevered flesh. As she moved back down my rock hard cock the warm caress of her crimson lips threatened to overtake me. I was submerged in the wash of sensation as she ardently sucked on my cock. As her tempo increased the towel on her head came loose and dropped to the floor allowing her damp raven locks to cascade onto my thighs.

She wiggled her hips, reminding me that I too had a task at hand. I gazed up into the bush surrounded pink maw of her dripping pussy. Raising my hands to the luscious globes of her ass, I lifted my lips to the sweet succulent flesh of her drenched cunt.

I ran my tongue along the sultry lips of her twat, teasing the feverish flesh with the tip of my tongue. The head of her erect clit found its way between my lips and I stroked it like a tiny penis, matching my strokes on her minute member to rhythm of her mouth on my massive, hard Johnson.

Her flesh quivered, and her strokes slowed for a second as she came against my willing tongue. Fluid flowed across my lips and onto my beard as Kathy jerked spasmodically against my caressing lips.

I released my hold on her clit and stroking gently at her slit moved my attention to the raging inferno of Kathy's gaping vagina. I ran my tongue around the hot wet entrance of her cavern of love before sinking it as deep within her as I could reach. Her flesh was hot beneath my ministrations as I moved the tip of my tongue along the burning tissues of the interior of her pussy. My tongue stroked in and out while caressing the sweltering fleshy tissue of her piquant pussy. I could feel her body quiver and then her cunt pulsed around my tongue as fresh fluid flowed over the flesh of my lips, saturating my mustache and beard.

Kathy redoubled her labors on my cock. Her head bobbed up and down its considerable length while her hands stroked and caressed its base and my balls. She grunted with passion, her mouth making slurping sounds as she worked fervently to bring me off in her lovely mouth. With each stroke her pendulous breasts swung, grazing across the skin of my stomach. Her passion rose with each contact of her skin with mine.

I thrust my tongue hard into her pussy a few more times, Kathy gyrated her ass, rubbing the lips of her labium against my face. I pulled my tongue from her pussy and moved its attention to the puckered entrance to Kathy's asshole.

Her anus was tight as I thrust my tongue against it. I skimmed the tip of my tongue over the wrinkled flesh and then thrust against the resisting hole. I was able to just barely push the tip of my tongue inside of her. She responded by sucking on my crank even more vigorously.

I used my hands on the soft globes on her butt to separate the cheeks of her ass, this caused her asshole to expand and I thrush more of my tongue into her sweet bum. Massaging Kathy's ass and thrusting into her asshole caused her to gyrate against my face even harder and I felt her body shudder again.

I slid my tongue out of her now well-lubricated ass and placed my index finger against the slightly resisting flesh of her anus and pushed lightly, gently, and slowly into her. She stiffened for a second before relaxing and continuing the gyrations of her ass against my hands.

My finger slid into her ass until it was completely buried in her torrid warmth. I waited for a beat before beginning to stroke in and out of her steaming ass. Kathy increased her gyrations and groans of pleasure came from her very busy mouth as I fucked her butt with my finger.

I ran my tongue once more into her sweltering, dripping cunt again. She moved against my strokes with increasing desire. I felt her flesh quake again and again as she had one orgasm after another. My skin and beard were by this time completely drenched with Kathy's juices of passion.

Kathy continued to stroke my balls with both of her sensuous hands. My flesh tingled beneath her adoring touch. I felt my balls tighten, my own orgasm was only seconds away. I thrust my tongue into the sweltering depths of her cunt. I matched my strokes to those of hers, thrusting both my tongue and my finger into her torrid depths in rhythm with her caressing stroke on my raging shaft.

I felt my semen move up the length of my shaft, the burning of my seed as it passed up my dick was a pain of ecstasy. My sweltering white seed erupted into Kathy's eager mouth, the initial surge surprised her but she was able to contain the growing flood and avidly swallow cup after cup of my steamy hot seed.

Kathy came against my tongue at the same time as I was filling her mouth with cum. Her juices flowed unabated over my skin as her body quivered and quaked against me.

She continued to suck and lick at my dick, drinking every drop of life from it. It wasn't until it became flaccid and lifeless that she finally released it and rolled off of me. We lay there motionless but for our heaving bosoms for several minutes as we caught our breath.

Kathy was the first to move as the call of nature moved her to rise from the bed and walk on wobbly legs to the bathroom. While the sound of her tinkling rang through the room I moved completely onto the bed and removed my shorts completely from my legs.

Placing the pillow beneath my head I lay on my back and watched the door to the bathroom. I fully expected Kathy to make some sort of grand entrance. In our brief time together I had already come to expect the unexpected from this winsome woman.

She emerged from the toilet, leaving the light on and the door open, and reached for the light switch by the door. She turned off the overhead light, turned slowly, and walked seductively across the room to the nightstand. She flashed me a smile as she turned on the table lamp and I watched entranced as she saunter slowly to her bags.

She bent and opened one bag, rummaged purposefully until she found what she was looking for. She stood up and displayed a small plastic sandwich bag with several thin joints inside.

"Look," she exclaimed, "Momma's got a surprise for you." Then she looked serious for a second as she asked, "You do smoke weed don't you?"

"Does the bear shit in the woods?" I responded before continuing, "But aren't those things a bit small to qualify as joints?"

Kathy chuckled as she replied, "These little buggers are like hang grenades, they may be small but they'll blow your head right off your shoulders." She walked to the bed and sat down before continuing, "I rolled these with my own two hands. They're made from the best Acapulco Gold that money can buy and I dusted them with pure coke, right off the boat." She winked at me as she extracted one from the bag and placed it between her luscious lips. "Light me." She said as she crawled toward me on the bed.

I picked up my Zippo from the nightstand, flicked it to life and brought the flame to the small tightly rolled joint. Kathy took a deep hit from the joint, drawing the smoke deep into her lungs before passing the joint to my waiting hand.

I took a good toke from the pin roll, drawing the acrid smoke deep inside me. It indeed tasted like good dope, I held the smoke in as I passed the joint back to Kathy. She took the joint and pulled a good toke from it.

I exhaled as she passed the joint back to me. As the smoke left my mouth I could feel the room spin a bit and I knew that she had been right, this little joint was like a hand grenade.

We passed the joint back and forth until it was just a small roach. I laid the roach in the ashtray and grabbed a couple of stogies. I unwrapped the cigars placed one between my lips and offered the other to Kathy. My Zippo flared again and I lit both of our smokes. We lay quietly smoking for several minutes before either of us spoke.

"Good dope." I said.

"Told ya." She responded simply.

"Ya want some wine?" I asked.

"That'd be nice. My mouth's kind of dry. I got cottonmouth I guess." She said before giggling.

I got up and retrieved the sangria from the shopping bag, opening the bottle I handed it to Kathy before crawling back onto the bed. "Mmmm, that tasted good." She said before handing the bottle to me.

"What tasted good? The wine or the cum?" I quipped.

"The wine, you ass hole. Although the cum did taste pretty scrumptious." She replied before giggling again.

Reclining on the bed we passed the wine between us and smoked our cigars and chatted. Somewhere along the way we finished most of the wine smoked another joint and consumed both of our stogies.

I was lying there half asleep, my eyes vaguely taking in the vision of this voluptuous vixen clad in nothing but the glory of her beauty when I felt Kathy's fingers trailing across my cock.

"Mmmm, that's nice." She said.

"What's nice?" I asked groggily.

"You're hard again baby, that's what's nice." She responded and she leaned over to kiss me as she began to really stroke my cock.

I must have been getting hard without even realizing it because I was as stiff as an oak branch. It must have been the coke in the joint, although I never have had any trouble getting aroused. My trouble is not getting hard.

Kathy leaned in toward me and smashed her lips to mine, our tongues were writhing over each other as I put my arms around her body and pulled her to me.

As our bodies met, Kathy hooked her leg over my hip and brought her pelvis toward mine. She rubbed the head of my rigid meat against the dripping well of her pussy and deftly guiding it with her hand slid the head of my cock into her waiting cunt.

I thrust my hips toward her, driving my dick farther into her wet twat. She thrust back, impaling herself farther onto my penis. With each movement my Johnson slid farther inside of her willing pussy. Within a matter of seconds my dick was buried to the hilt inside of her sweltering twat. Our organs entwined, we lay still for a moment, engrossed in the play of our tongues and the sweetness of our lips locked together.

We began to rock, each movement of our bodies caused my dick to slide in and out of her pussy. The feeling was fantastic but it only served to make me want more. I rolled my body partly on top of her and began to plunge into her with more force. Kathy responded with a greater ardor as she held me tighter and tighter.

Her grip on me seemed to pull me over until I was completely on top of her. I lifted my upper body onto my arms like a man doing pushups and I began to drive into her violently. The force of my thrusts made her lovely tits bounce up and down, back and forth. The movement of her jugs was almost hypnotic and it roused me to greater effort in my hammering thrusts. I wanted to bottom out on every stroke, I desired to feel the slap of her pussy against my balls, and I needed to hear the slap of flesh as our stomachs met on each strike.

Kathy raked my back with her sharp nails as her twat pulsed around my hammering cock. She arched her body against mine as she came again. I felt the scoring of my flesh as she dug her long nails into my shoulders and back. "Oomph, ugh, damn baby, fuck me!" she moaned.

Sweat poured from our bodies as we pummeled each other with pent up passions. The sweat dripped down my body and onto hers and was turned into a salty spray as our bodies met at the end of each cataclysmic stroke.

Kathy arched against me one more time, a half groan, half scream escaped her lips. "Oomph, oh god, fuck me damn it, fuck me, ungh!" she gasped and she lifted her buttocks off the bed as her body convulsed in passion and release.

I felt my balls tighten and molten streams of cum surge up my cock. Just as she was at the peak of her arch, with her rigid body below mine I exploded inside of her. Pouring my life giving juices into her willing vessel.

We moved against each other for a minute, but once our juices were spent we lay still and panting. Our passion sapped.

I rolled off Kathy's prostrate form and gathered my thoughts for a moment before rolling over to look at her. She was still breathing deep, her body covered in sweat, her lovely breasts rising and falling rapidly.

Kathy moved her hand to mine, squeezed it and said, "Thanks."

"Thanks for what?" I asked somewhat bewildered.

"Thanks for the fuck." She replied, and then continues, "I haven't had much sex lately. I probably haven't been screwed for a month or more."

"Really?" I responded, "I figured that a fox like you would be getting it on a more than regular basis, especially working in a bar like that and all."

"Most guys think that. But I'm not a hooker and most of the guys that come into a bar like that one are pretty much losers." She said quietly before continuing. "When you came in it just seemed like you were different, so when we fucked it just felt right. You know what I mean."

I really didn't but just like all guys I decided to just agree and said, "Yeah, I do."

She patted my hand and said, "Now if you don't mind I think that I'll get some sleep. You wore this gal out." She chuckled and then faded off.

I lay there for a while but I couldn't go to sleep. In fact I soon realized that I was famished. I got up and made myself a sandwich, opened a bag of chips and popped open a bottle of coke. I moved to the chair and ate my chow in the faint light of the table lamp.

Kathy, lay on her back, legs spread. From this angle I could see the white cum still oozing from her twat. Her bosom rose and fell in shallow movement indicating that she was indeed asleep. Some part of me wanted to crawl on top of her and have my way with her one more time, but I decided not to.

As I watched, she shivered. "She must be cold." I thought and I rose from the chair to get a blanket to put over her

I went to the closet to get a spare blanket from the shelf. I grabbed one of the blankets and was startled by a rustling on the floor. I looked down on the recumbent form of Kathy's daughter Delilah. I had completely forgotten about the poor waif.

She was all sweetness and innocence in her sleep. As I watched a tiny smile crossed her untroubled face. How could anyone not love that kid, or any kid for that matter? Oh well it was not my problem, so I turned and returned to the bed to spread the blanket on the supine form of voluptuous Kathy.

She too looked innocent in her sleep, like a sweet child that I knew her not to be. She was a hard as nails woman that had been drug around the block more than once. But, as she lay tranquilly asleep, in that light, she looked like an angel "I must be tired, or stoned." I thought to myself and chuckled.

I returned to the chair and lit a cigar. The tobacco smoke quickly calmed me and I was beginning to doze even before I had finished my smoke.

I walked back to the bed, pulled the blanket down and crawled in next to Kathy. She rolled over toward me, put her head against my shoulder, her arm across my chest and pressed her soft breast to my arm. I felt her soft breath on my skin as I drifted off to sleep.