Swing Town U.S.A. By Barbara Stokes




FOREWORD 

"YOU'RE VERY WELL-BUILT ..." 

Catch could see clearly the outline of her large nipples beneath her bikini halter. Lila ran her fingers through the thick hair covering Catch's pectoral muscles and "walked" them down over his abdomen to his navel. She paused to toy with his navel for a moment or so before going on. Her fingertips came to the edge of his bathing suit. Catch held his breath. All at once she slid her hand under the fabric and clasped his cock. 

"You're very well built," she whispered. 

"It gets bigger with direct stimulation." 

CHAPTER ONE 


A black Porsche sped up the driveway which led to the Bayou Country Club. The long white lines of the columns fronting the club were almost imperceptible through the lush vegetation. As the Porsche neared the parking lot, the grounds broke into an explosion of color. Clumps of azaleas bordered the parking lot as well as the walkways leading to and from the club. 

Kenneth "Catch" Callahan climbed out of the Porsche and stretched his six foot, two-inch frame. He blinked his eyes against the onslaught of the harsh Texas sun. He reached inside the pocket of his safari jacket and put on a pair of aviator-style sunglasses. Suddenly there was a nearby explosion and the ground shook beneath his feet. The windows of the country club rattled and several magnolia blossoms fell from the trees to the ground. 

"Sonofabitch!" 

He turned to his left and looked across the golf course to the hills beyond. The sides of the hills were already eroded from the explosives and the giant teeth of the bulldozers. The site just beyond the boundaries of the Bayou Country Club had been sold to the Land Development Corporation and was being turned into a housing development for middle to upper middle class residents. 

"It's going to ruin the view," Catch muttered, and shook his head. "Just imagine golf balls crashing through the windows, bopping blue-haired matrons on the head." 

Catch Callahan was a striking looking man, tall, muscularly built with steel-gray hair and an infectious smile. He looked more like Paul Newman's younger brother than a corporation "troubleshooter." His eyes, blue-gray and startling, seemed cold and calculating. His great hands, with their long tapered fingers seemed incapable of a caress. His full lips set in an eternal conventioneer's smile seemed incapable of true laughter. 

Nothing could have been further from the truth. Underneath his business-like exterior, Catch Callahan was a loving, gentle, imaginative and humorous man, but in his line of business, he preferred to adopt a certain image ... one of strength and power. 

He stubbed out the cigarette he had been smoking in the gravel and made his way up the concrete walk to the country club. 

The Bayou Country Club was located just outside of Houston on a large tract of land at the edge of a bayou. It was designed along the lines of a southern plantation with tall majestic columns surrounding all four sides of the main building and similar southern colonial architecture in the smaller out-buildings. 

It was constructed in 1917 by a wealthy southerner named Colonel Jarvis Jefferson. Jefferson was a notorious drinker. His wife was a bit of a tart and his children immensely unruly. This caused him and his family to be denied entrance to other country clubs in the area. Unperturbed by this slight to his dignity, Jefferson built his own country club and made it grander than all the others combined. People clamored for admission, even those who had kept Jefferson out of their clubs and then it was his turn to do the blackballing. 

Colonel Jefferson ran the country club until he died in 1949. His family sold the business to a gentleman named Howard Winthrop, who was a southern snob but definitely not a businessman. He allowed the place to fall into disrepair and eventually it went bankrupt. In 1976 it was to the corporate firm of Dwyer, Keefe, Corson and Kelly. The heads of that corporation hired Catch Callahan to help them turn the country club into a money-making proposition. Catch had just finished working on, respectively, a struggling Las Vegas hotel, a Los Angeles nightclub and a giant amusement park in Salt Lake City. He was tired and needed a vacation and he didn't believe the country club could be turned into a profit-making venture. When he was first approached by Gerald Kelly, one of the heads of the corporation, Catch argued "country clubs are a thing of the past. They are like hoop skirts and cavaliers—nobody gives a damn anymore." 

"There's where you're wrong, Mr. Callahan," Kelly had replied. "They may have faded in popularity a bit during the sixties and early seventies when everybody was going hippie. Hell, even fraternities and sororities were closing on campuses all over the country, but that's past now. There's a lot of new money and a lot of new snobs." 

Callahan wanted to turn down the job, but the financial rewards offered to him were too much to pass up. Callahan was aware of the country club since he had been born and reared near Houston. Writing the first draft of his inquiries into the country club, he found himself bemused by the whole idea. Here he was hired to save the club from almost certain financial disaster and when he was a young man, he couldn't even go in through the front door. 

He pushed open the front doors of the country club and walked over the highly polished mahogany floor boards. He turned right just past the reception area and opened the door to his temporary office. His secretary, the ever-efficient Miss Tyne, offered her usual banal comment about the day. 

"Good morning, Mr. Callahan. It's just beau-ti-ful today, isn't it?" 

"That it is, Miss Tyne," replied Callahan without glancing at her. 

"May I bring you in a cup of coffee?" 

"That would be nice. I take it ..." 

"I remember, Mr. Callahan, black and sweet." 

Catch passed through Miss Tyne's office and opened the door to his own and closed it after him. Miss Tyne, a dusty-looking spinster in her early thirties, sighed after him. She pursed her colorless lips and went to the coffee-maker which was sitting on a sideboard. She looked into the mirror of the sideboard and pinched her pale cheeks. 

Miss Tyne was not unattractive, neither was she attractive. She was one of the gray people who no matter what they wore or said, seemed to blend into the environment like a spilled drink in a plush carpet. She had brown hair which had recently begun to grow gray and was the color of a sparrow's wing. She wore a pair of black, horn-rimmed glasses which were ten years out of style and which emphasized her paleness. Her body was thin to the point of emaciation and her breasts caused her one and only lover to remark, "every time I see them things, I think of eggs, sunny side up." 

Miss Tyne sighed again and picked up a translucent cup and saucer. She spooned in two heaping teaspoons of sugar and set it under the spigot of the coffee maker. 

Miss Tyne was unabashedly in love with Catch Callahan and although she was a plain woman, she was extremely imaginative and would often indulge herself in flights of fancy concerning herself and her boss. 

In that special part of the mind where wishes become truths and dreams reality, Miss Tyne replayed her morning scene with Catch: 

Miss Tyne pictured herself sitting on the edge of a desk, her legs crossed. She was filing her nails. Suddenly the doors burst open and Catch Callahan sauntered in. He was wearing that beige safari suit she liked so much. Beautifully tailored, she could make out every outline of his muscular body beneath the fabric of the suit material. 

"Good morning, Mr. Callahan," she breathed sensuously. "A beautiful morning, isn't it?" 

He stopped in the center of the room, feet planted firmly on the carpet. He stared at her for a long moment through those fantastic blue-gray eyes of his. He flexed his thighs and said in reply, "not half as beautiful as you, Miss Tyne." 

Flustered by his brashness, she asked, "can I make you a cup of coffee?" 

"You know how I take it, Amanda!" 

Amanda—he had called her Amanda! 

"Extra sweet, Catch. I'll stir it with my finger." 

When she slid off her desk, her stockings made a loud, slick noise as her thighs uncrossed. She walked slowly, provocatively, to the coffee-maker. She could feel his eyes on her back burning into her. Then she heard him go into his own office, but this time he didn't close the door. She filled the coffee cup and stirred it, as she had promised, with her finger. Then she sashayed into his office. 

Catch was sitting behind his desk watching her as she came toward him. She set the coffee cup down in front of him. As she picked it up, their hands brushed and an electric shock ran through their bodies. He drained the coffee. 

"Perfect, as always, Amanda, but coffee isn't what I really want this morning." 

"No?" she asked, knowingly. 

"You, Amanda," he said, getting up and coming around his desk. "It's always been you. You must know that. You must feel it. Here. Feel it." He took her hand in his and guided it down to his crotch. His cock was huge and was throbbing like a jack hammer. "It's beating faster than my heart, Amanda." 

"Why, Catch, I ..." 

"Eyes, what marvelous eyes," he said, as he clamped his perfect white teeth down over the top of her frames and pulled them off. He deftly caught them with his bare hand and tossed them into the chair. "Rose colored lenses aren't meant for people like us, Amanda. We know what we want, don't we?" 

"Why, Mr. Callahan—Catch, have you been drinking?" 

"Drinking? No! But drunk, yes. Drunk with lust! I have an aching, burning need for you, Amanda. A man's need for a woman. I want to stick my pulsating prick into your quivering slit." 

"Oh, Catch," she sighed. 

"It is quivering, isn't it, Amanda?" He ran his giant hand down over the front of her body and pressed the palm of it against her vagina. He could feel the heat burning through her dress and a certain twitching movement. "It is quivering." 

"Oh, yes, yesssssss," she hissed through her teeth. 

He roughly took her in his arms and pressed his chest against her full, lush breasts. "We've had this date from the beginning, Amanda." He swept her up in his arms and swung her legs across his desk using them to clear it of papers and the empty coffee cup and saucer. 

"Oh, Catch, the Spode!" she exclaimed. 

"Fuck the china! I want to fuck you, Amanda Tyne. Fuck you like there's no tomorrow." 

He laid her down on top of his expanse of desk and tore off the jacket of his suit. He was so anxious that he ripped the buttons off his shirt. He kicked off his Gucci loafers and knelt down to pull off his socks. Then he stood up, a look of triumph on his face, as he began to unbuckle his belt. 

Her heart was pounding like a wave breaking on a shore. 

ZIIIIIIIIP! 

As she turned her head toward him, her fingertips covering her eyes, she could hear him breathing heavily like a bull in heat. When at last she parted her fingertips, she gasped. 

Hanging between Catch's legs was the largest cock she had ever seen, extra thick and nearly ten inches long. The gigantic flared head bobbed about as if it had a life of its own. Beneath his cock hung two huge balls which resembled two apples in a chamois bag. He began walking toward her, his cock leading the way. She thought she was going to faint. 

"Let's see those big beautiful tits, woman." He grabbed hold of her sheer blouse and ripped it from her body. His nostrils flared, his eyes glazed like a crazed man, he bent his head low, seized the offending bra and bit clean through the piece of material which held the two cups in place. Her breasts fell free and he attacked them, taking them both in his gigantic hands, he began to massage and knead them, pausing to pinch her rosy nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Her nipples sprang erect and became as hard as uncut diamonds. 

She cried out with urgent need. "Catch," and thrust her hips upward. He unsnapped her skirt and pulled it down over her legs. Miss Tyne kicked off her high heels and let the skirt drop to the floor. 

Catch seized her garter belt and pulled it loose, then he slid the tips of his fingers under her right stocking. He slowly began pulling it from her leg, massaging her flesh as he did. Almost daintily, he dropped it to the floor and repeated the action on the left leg. He straightened up and surveyed her curvaceous form. She had nothing on except sheer bikini panties and what he had on was obvious. He leaned against the edge of the desk. His huge, hot cudgel pressed against her thigh. 

"Don't, don't," she said weakly. 

He smiled at her. His smile was wicked. He meant to have his way. Catch lowered his head and nuzzled his face between her legs, breathing in the soft fragrance of her cunt. He bared his teeth and began tearing away bits of her panties until they lay about her in shreds and she was exposed. She slid her hand down to her crotch to try to hide her nakedness, but he grabbed her by the wrist and began rubbing the head of his cock over her palm. Moisture oozed out of the head of his dick and he coated her palm with a clear, sticky fluid. 

As if in a trance she began fondling his cock and the more she felt it, the more she knew she couldn't resist. 

"This is wrong, Catch." 

He threw back his head and laughed. When he brought it down he buried it between her legs. He kissed and licked each pubic hair separately and then with his large, rough fingers he parted the lips of her cunt. He worked his face from side to side, licking and chewing her vaginal folds. Then his lips parted and his tongue came out stiff and searching. He found the opening of her pussy with the tip of it and began flicking it in and out with rapid movements. Miss Tyne cried out again, babbling a stream of impassioned whispers in English and high school Spanish. 

He pulled his tongue back out of her pussy and trailed the tip of it across her clitoris. Miss Tyne threw her feet up into the air. He put his hands on her thighs and held them apart, then he inched his tongue into her vulva and titillated her clitoris with hard quick touches. 

Miss Tyne screamed, "have mercy, Catch! Please, have mercy!" 

"To hell with mercy. I'm having you, Amanda." His words were muffled by her vaginal folds. 

Then he raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were bright and glowing like pieces of mother of pearl. His face was flushed and drawn with passion, his lips parted, moist, and his breath coming in ragged gasps. 

"We need each other, Amanda. You know that, don't you?" 

"No!" 

"Know in the biblical sense?" 

With that he savagely thrust his forefinger into the soft moist membranes of her cunt. She started to writhe, but he pushed her back down on the desk and held her fast with his free hand while he massaged her swollen breasts. His fingertip found her clitoris. It had become as hard as a peanut. 

"We can't, Catch." 

He grinned cruelly. "Can, Catch! Catch as Catch can." His finger continued its probing. It was joined by another and yet another. "Mmmmm, nice and tight." 

"But my reputation," she pleaded. 

"Don't hand me that, Amanda. You are a woman of the world. I knew it as soon as I saw you. He withdrew his three fingers from her cunt and stuck them in his mouth. 

"Finger-lickin' good!" 

Miss Tyne was aghast—and delighted—by his crudity. 

"I—do—want—you—Catch," she said hesitantly, and squeezed his thick shaft of flesh. 

"I'll give it to you as soon as you suck me, Amanda." 

He climbed on the desk and straddled her face and jammed his muscular buttocks down against her overripe breasts. She started to shake her head. He slapped her soundly on either cheek. His blows stung her face, but she obediently opened her mouth. He pressed the head of his cock against her glistening lips and forced to open wide. Slowly his prick entered the hot stricture of her mouth. Miss Tyne closed her lips around his cock and began sucking, moving her head back and forth, a few inches at a time. He grabbed her roughly by the back of her head and forced her mouth down on more of it. She gagged slightly and tears formed in her eyes. He began bucking his hips forward, fucking her down the throat. She struggled, but could not move. 

Finally she relaxed and gave into his demands. She found that she was enjoying it. He released her head and allowed her to take up the rhythm and placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her reveling at the sight and sensation of Miss Tyne sucking his cock. He watched with fascination as the thick shaft of his cock disappeared between her beautiful lips. 

"You do that well, Amanda, but then, you've wanted to do it for a long time." 

"Yes, yes," she answered, but her voice was garbled by the immense prick in her throat. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked at her. Her lips were damp and shining with saliva. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, Amanda." 

She started to rise. "No, I don't think I can ..." 

"Stay put," he replied and pushed her back down on the desk. 

He moved down her body until his cock was pressed against her cunt. He parted her legs and positioned himself between them. 

"Put it in, Amanda." 

Timidly, she reached down and took his cock between her fingers and let the head of it rest for a moment against the soft hair covering her vulva. She wiggled her hips from side to side and spread her vulva apart and the tip of his cock speared into her. She closed her eyes and groaned. Catch slowly lowered himself, his cock inching into her. 

"Take me!" she screamed. 

With one violent thrust he entered her all the way up to his balls until their pubic hairs became entwined. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slid her arms around his neck. He began pulling his hips upward and then pushing back down. She met him thrust for thrust. Their movements were intense. Their passions were seething. She spread her legs wider apart and braced herself against the onslaught. She gasped with surprise as he raised her feet in the air and placed them on his shoulders and cupped her buttocks in his hands and began fucking her with long, hard thrusts, withdrawing his cock until only the head of it remained, then driving it back into her with a firm, steady pressure. Her sighs of pleasure had changed to screams of sensation. 

"I'm coming," he roared. "I'M COOOMMMMIIINNNNGGGG." 

Suddenly she felt a gush of searing hot liquid ... 

Miss Tyne cried out. She had let the coffee overflow and it had poured over her hand. Her dream was shattered. She was back to reality. She turned off the spigot and, using several paper napkins, mopped up the spill. Then dutifully, sadly, she carried the coffee cup to Catch's door and knocked. 

"Come in, Miss Tyne." 

When she entered, Catch was working at his desk, which was littered with papers. 

"Better put it down over there, Miss Tyne," he said pointing to a side table and not looking up. 

"Is there anything I can do, Mr. Callahan?" she asked hopefully. 

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind turning up the air-conditioning. It's stuffy in here." 

She did as she was told and left the office. 

Catch was having trouble concentrating on the reports he had gathered about the country club. Included in the papers was information on everything from attendance at dances to dining room fare. 

"Shit," he said angrily. He got up from his desk and went to get the coffee Miss Tyne had left for him. He glanced at the delicate cup and saucer with irritation. "Why the hell can't she rustle up some Styrofoam cups? I hate these prissy things." When he picked up the coffee cup, he noticed that it rattled. Catch knew what was wrong with him. He was horny. He hadn't been laid in nearly three weeks. He'd been too busy compiling his report. He always knew when it was time to get it off. He began dropping pencils and rattling coffee cups. If he didn't get it off, he became a terror to work with. He didn't want that to happen. 

He finished his coffee and decided to take a break. Maybe if he took a swim in the pool that would calm him down ... for the time being. He opened the closet door and pulled out a small leather beach bag which contained a bathing suit and some sun tan lotion. The report could wait. 

"I'm going to take a morning swim, Miss Tyne. I should be back in about an hour." 

"Very well, Mr. Callahan," she replied, disappointed that she would be deprived of his presence. 

Catch left by the side door which led to a walkway and the changing room. He found a locker and stripped out of his clothes. He stepped into a pair of Navy blue nylon swim trunks, the kind that Olympic swimmers used. He liked them because they dried quickly and they concealed nothing from the public. 

The pool was a large free form affair which resembled a transient amoeba. It was surrounded by a concrete area which was covered with chaise lounges. At the far end of the pool there was a lifeguard stand and beyond that an outdoor bar. 

Catch stepped out into the sunlight and was momentarily blinded. He cursed himself for forgetting to bring his sunglasses and made his way toward the edge of the pool. 

"Oh!" 

He shaded his eyes with his hands and looked down. It was a foot, a small shapely foot with delicately painted toenails. The foot was attached to a long, supple leg. Gradually the whole girl came into focus. 

"I'm sorry, miss." 

"That's all right. I should have been sunbathing on one of the chaise lounges, but I don't find them comfortable." 

Her voice was low and husky and reminded Catch of intimate smoky nightclubs. 

She raised her head and smiled at him. Her hair was long and honey blond in color. Her eyes were large, blue and intense. Her nose tilted upward slightly giving her a rather haughty look. Her lips were full and sensual. Her chin arrogant. 

"Are you a member here?" she asked brightly. 

"No, not exactly." 

"Oh," she sounded disappointed. 

"I work here at the club." 

"Oh, really. On the grounds? In the kitchen?" 

Catch laughed, "All over." He crouched down beside her and stared at her lovely young body and her smooth tanned skin. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini which was probably against the rules of the club. 

She, too, stared at his handsome face and steel gray hair. She let her eyes wander down over his broad shoulders, slim hips and bulging basket. 

"I'm Lila Ballinger. Who are you?" 

"Catch Callahan." 

"Catch Callahan? That sounds like a western movie star of the forties." 

"Catch is my nickname. My real name is Kenneth." 

"I'll call you Catch. It's much—well—catchier." 

"Mind if I join you?" 

"No, there's plenty of room here on the concrete. Anyhow, it seems like we're the only ones swimming this morning." 

Catch glanced around the pool. It was completely deserted except for Douglas Raynor, a slender, simpering lifeguard, who was watching the two of them with a queenly interest. 

"Ohhhhh," muttered Lila. "Why doesn't he go somewhere else and stare at people?" Lila lay back down on the smooth concrete and stretched. "Goodness, I came out here hoping I'd run into some young people, but the place is deserted. I couldn't even get breakfast. It wasn't being served yet." 

Catch frowned. "It's supposed to be served from nine on." 

"Well, it wasn't at nine-thirty." 

"Do you live around here, Lila?" 

"Yes, I live with my folks in River Oaks. I'm on my summer vacation. This year I decided not to go to Europe but just lie around. You know, just catch up on all the novels I've been meaning to read, get a good sun tan and—well—meet people. But this doesn't seem to be the place." 

"You met me, didn't you?" 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude, but where do all the young people go around town?" 

"Oh, there are lots of places. Perhaps I could show them to you." 

"I'd like that. I haven't been home for a long time other than for a few days here, a few days there at holidays. So I sort of lost touch with my old friends." 

"You go to college?" 

"Yes, in the north—Wellesley. Oh, there's someone." 

A muscular, young youth appeared by the pool. He had dark hair, an exquisite build and looked to be in his late teens. 

"Too young," Lila grumbled. "Much too young. How old are you, Catch?" 

"Thirty-one." 

They both watched the teenager as he strolled on the opposite of the pool toward the lifeguard station. 

"I don't think he'd be interested in you anyway, Lila." 

"I see what you mean." 

When Barbara Raynor saw the handsome teenager, she jumped down from her perch and a broad grin split her face. 

"Hi, Jeff. How's things," said Barbara with a leer. 

"Hi, Barbie," Jeff Brickover replied in a mock feminine voice and squeezed his crotch. 

"Mmmmmmm," murmured Barbara, running her tongue over her lips. 

"Maybe you'd like to give me a blowjob later," Jeff whispered. 

"Can't leave as long as there's people here, but hang around. Maybe we can duck behind the bar later." 

Catch rolled over on his stomach and spread out his legs. His thigh came in contact with Lila's, but she didn't pull away. 

"Maybe you'd like to have some sun tan lotion rubbed on your back," suggested Lila. "You're liable to get a burn." 

"Thanks, I've got some in my tote bag." 

"I've got some here." Lila squeezed a bit of Bain de Soleil out on her fingers and began rubbing it over Catch's muscular back. Her fingers were deft as she kneaded his flesh, coating it with the clear, amber gel. She moved her fingers down to his waist where the swell of his buttocks began and worked her fingers over his skin. 

"How 'bout the backs of my legs?" asked Catch. 

"Coming up." She put more sun tan lotion on her fingers and coated the backs of his legs, pausing on the inside of his thigh a bit longer than necessary. Catch's reaction was immediate. He began to get a hard-on. Lying as he was face down on the concrete, it was very uncomfortable. He turned over on his side facing her. Lila stared at the large outline of his cock under the thin fabric of his bathing suit. 

"I'm afraid I got a reaction." 

"A reaction? Is that what they're calling it these days?" 

Lila glanced over her shoulder and noted that the two young men were busy talking to one another. She, too, turned on her side so that she was facing Catch. 

Catch could see clearly the outline of her large nipples beneath her bikini halter. Lila ran her fingers through the thick hair covering Catch's pectoral muscles and "walked" them down over his abdomen to his navel. She paused to toy with his navel for a moment or so before going on. Her fingertips came to the edge of his bathing suit. Catch held his breath. All at once she slid her hand under the fabric and clasped his cock. 

"You're very well built," she whispered. 

"It gets bigger with direct stimulation." 

"Well, I'm a great direct stimulator." 

"Then why don't we go some place? I'm staying at the Warwick." 

"I can't. I'm supposed to meet my parents here for lunch, but I have an idea. Why don't you leave first? Go in and take a shower." 

"What then?" 

"Just leave it to me, Catch," replied Lila, her eyes full of sensual promise. 

"You're on." 

"No, I hope you're on." 

Catch got up and, holding his tote bag in front of his crotch, walked across the concrete toward the bathhouse. He pushed open the door. The inside of the bathhouse was empty. He took off his swimming trunks. His cock was still half hard. He got a towel from the stack provided for the guests and went to take a shower. The showers at the Bayou Bay Club were not communal. In the men's dressing room, there were twelve individual showers—a recent modernization. Each shower was of the wrap-around variety. The interior was approximately six feet in diameter, and the showers consisted of rings of water which surrounded the bather. 

Catch stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him. There was a small window in the door and the door could be locked, affording the club member privacy. He squirted some liquid soap into his hands from the dispenser and began rubbing it over his body. As he soaped his genitals, his cock sprang erect from the sensation of his own touch and the anticipation of having Lila. 

Suddenly the door opened and Lila slipped in. 

"What the ...?" 

"Shhhhhh. Don't say anything." She stepped into the center of the shower with him and unhooked the top of her bikini. Her full breasts fell free. Then she hooked her thumbs in the bikini bottoms and pulled them down. She hung them on a hook and stepped into his arms. 

Catch wrapped his large hands around her body and pulled her close, savoring the warmth of her flesh against his. She slid her arms around his neck and held her lips up to his. He opened his mouth and covered hers with them. He tightened his lips and sucked hers inside. Her lips opened as he trailed the tip of his tongue back and forth across the smooth surface. Then he slid his tongue between her teeth. Her lips opened wider as their bodies crushed together, their tongues probed and entwined. He combed his fingers through her hair, gripping handfuls of her blond tresses as he slid his tongue deep into her mouth. Her mouth closed firmly around his tongue, sucking and pulling on it. He began moving his head back and forth, fucking her in the mouth with his tongue. 

They both became short of breath and broke apart. Her eyes were shining with passion. She could feel his giant cock pressing against her stomach, throbbing like the beat of a drum. 

"This isn't going to be very comfortable, Lila." 

"It'll do." 

"Have you ever done this before? I mean, here in the showers?" 

"That's not a fair question, Catch, and I refuse to answer on the grounds that it might incriminate me." 

He laughed and squirted some more of the liquid soap into his hands and began soaping her body. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her close to him. He opened his mouth and pressed it against hers once again. She surged against him, stiffening her tongue and probing it between his lips and teeth. He began massaging her buttocks and worked his fingers down the crevice and felt her asshole. 

Lila spread her legs apart and he worked his hands between them. He could feel the soft, tender folds of her pussy. Her lips caressed his as her tongue probed the sides of his mouth. Her jutting breasts began heaving against his muscular chest as she labored for breath and reluctantly they broke apart. She covered his face with little kisses and let her tongue slip inside his ear. 

An ecstatic thrill raced through his body and his every muscle tightened. He moved his hands up and down her back, feeling her soft, resilient flesh. He pulled away from her slightly so that he could cup her breasts in his hands, and he began squeezing and massaging them. 

"Do you like them?" she asked. 

"Yes, they're beautiful," he breathed. He bent his head forward and began kissing her breasts. Her body began to tremble as he began licking her nipple with the tip of his tongue. She pushed against him, pressing her breast far into his mouth as he opened his lips wide. He ran his hands up and down her smooth back and sucked her breasts as hard as he could. She wrapped her arms around his head and caressed his hair.

"Oh, that feels great, Catch. Suck harder. Ahhhhhh." Her voice became a moan as he slid his fingers between her thighs and combed them across her soft, wet pubic hair. She spread her legs apart and reached across his shoulder to turn off the shower. She bucked her hips forward, pressing her cunt against his hand and dug her fingernails into his back. His finger knifed into the soft folds of her pussy and touched her clitoris. As he touched it, it sprang erect. He continued stroking her clitoris with firm movements of his finger in exactly the same rhythm as he was sucking her breast. 

She wrapped her arms around his head and thrust her hips forward, pushing her clitoris against his finger. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" 

Slowly, Catch pulled her down to the floor of the shower. Lila stretched out her legs and leaned against the wall. Catch got between her legs and buried his lips in the soft flesh of her stomach. He opened his mouth and slid the tip of his tongue across her skin. Lila moaned and raised her pelvis involuntarily. He slid one of his hands down under her buttocks and pushed his finger against her soft vulva, feeling it and the downy hair which covered it. She spread her legs apart as his fingers explored her pussy and her stomach began undulating. He moved his lips down until he could feel her pubic hair brushing against his chin. Her fingers pressed against his head with urgency, pushing him down toward her cunt. 

When Catch dragged his tongue through the crack of her vulva, Lila gave a ragged cry and lurched up off the floor of the shower. He dipped his head lower and stiffened his long tongue and stuck it firmly into her pussy as he moved the tip of it back and forth. Then he lifted her legs in the air and positioned her thighs over his shoulders. As he opened his mouth wide and took her entire vulva into it, the warm taste of her cunt filled his mouth. He began searching for her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered in almost unbearable pleasure as he stroked it with the end of his tongue. She pressed her thighs together and gripped his head firmly. She ran one arm up the tiled wall of the shower and dug her fingers into it searching for something to hold onto. 

Meanwhile at the pool Jeff was urging Barbara. "C'mon, Barbie, there's no one around. Those two left. How 'bout giving me a little head?" 

The young man took the lifeguard's hand and pressed it over his throbbing crotch. "See. See how hard it is? I want you to suck it off." 

"Okay. Let's go behind the bar. Nobody can see us from there and we can spot anyone coming into the pool area. That should give us plenty of time. The bartender doesn't come in until noon." 

The two of them left the pool area and walked across the concrete to the outdoor bar. The bar was enclosed on three sides which hid them from the eyes of any early morning golfers. Barbara took one last glance over the top of the bar before descending to her knees. Jeff leaned his left elbow on the bar and kept his eyes trained on the entrance to the pool. Barbara ran her hands up to the top of Jeff's swim trunks, dug her fingertips inside and pulled them down to his knees. His fat cock and heavy balls fell out and Barbara whistled through her teeth and smacked her lips together. Then she moved her head forward and began to make love to the young man's cock and balls, licking them all over and sucking them. 

"Ohhhh, that's good, Barbie, that's real good. Just keep doing it like that." 

Barbara ran her tongue back and forth over the shaft of the young man's uncircumcised cock. Then she clamped her lips down over the head of it and pushed forward, easing the foreskin back over the bulbous cockhead. 

"Take it all in your throat, Barbie," Jeff moaned. 

Barbara opened her mouth wide and let the cock slide inside. Jeff pushed his hips forward forcing his large prick all the way down the lifeguard's throat. Barbara gagged, but didn't pull away. She wrapped her arms around Jeff's hips and began squeezing his buttocks. She worked her finger in between the cheeks of Jeff's ass and began toying with his asshole. 

"Wait a second," said Jeff. "Let me get my legs out of these fuckin' trunks." 

Barbara pulled the trunks down to Jeff's ankles and Jeff stepped out of them. 

"Now, you got more room to work." 

"Turn around," said Barb. 

Jeff smiled. "You want to suck my ass, huh?" The teenager complied. He spread his legs apart, bent over and pulled the cheeks of his ass apart with his hands. His pink asshole was exposed. 

Barbara bent forward and buried her face between Jeff's buttocks. She clamped her lips over the lips of Jeff's asshole and sucked on the soft round opening until Jeff said, "not so hard. Get your tongue in there. See how far you get your tongue up my ass." 

Barbara stiffened her tongue and worked it into the opening and began French kissing Jeff's ass. 

"Oh, that's it, Barbie. Suck that asshole. It feels great!" 

Catch continued to focus on the area between Lila's thighs. He moved his head up and down keeping his tongue stiff as he titillated her clitoris. Then he began dragging his fingernails along the inside of her thighs. He could tell from her breathing pattern that she was close to orgasm. He continued lapping her cunt and her climax built in a steady, unwavering progression of sensations. Suddenly the muscles of her body began to ripple and she whipped her pussy up at his face. Her fingernails dug into the tiles. Her legs became taut and trembled. Her breath came in deep gasps and her stomach undulated. 

She cried out, "oh, God, Catch!" and began to climax. He licked her pussy with long hard strokes of his tongue until she became weak. "Oh, Catch, that was sensational. I feel groggy and a little bit dizzy." 

"Wait, I'll turn on the shower." He stood up and switched on the shower to cold. The needles of water shocked her body. She held up her hand to signal that she had had enough. She got to her knees and crawled toward him. 

Catch spread his legs apart and she reached for his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and began fondling it. She glanced up and smiled. 

"It's so beautiful, Catch. I think it's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." 

Catch had a perfectly straight cock which stuck out between his legs. It was nearly nine inches long and very thick. The head was large and flared and engorged with blood. A network of pale blue veins covered the shaft. Hanging beneath the giant cock were two heavy balls encased in a smooth scrotum. She lifted his balls with the palm of her hand as if she were weighing them. Then she moved her head closer and kissed the flared cockhead. She stuck out her tongue and trailed the tip of it around the head. 

Catch's breath hissed through his teeth as her hands and tongue explored his genitals. She pushed one of her hands between his legs and began fondling his balls as she continued to hold onto his cock with her fingers around the base of it. She dragged the tip of her tongue back and forth along the cockshaft. The muscles in Catch's thighs knotted as she lapped at his cock. She paused for a moment and rubbed her lips over his balls. She opened her mouth wide and sucked one of them inside and began gently pulling on the sac with her lips. She took the other ball in her fingers and stuffed it inside of her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's as she continued to suck his balls and run her tongue over the fleshy sac which filled her mouth. 

She pulled her head back and let them slide out of her mouth and went for his cock once again. She took it in both hands and began licking it like a lollipop. 

Catch groaned and he thrust his cock forward. She opened her mouth wide to let it slide between her lips and then closed her mouth around it. She moved her head back and forth, flicking the tip of her tongue over the cockhead while it was in her mouth. She let it slide out of her mouth until only the head was resting on the tip of her tongue. Then she dug the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head of his cock wiggling it inside. She opened her mouth wide once again and let his cock slide all the way into her mouth and down her throat. She was completely gorged on his cock and her lips were stretched taut around the base of the shaft. She began moving her head back and forth, exerting a strong sucking pressure. 

Ecstatic sensations roared through his body as Lila sped her head back and forth. The sight of his thick prick sliding into her beautiful face made his sexual sensations even more acute. He could feel his load beginning to swell up inside of him as he looked down at her sucking his cock. She kept one hand on his balls, squeezing them gently in rhythm to the stroking movements of her head. The other she let slide around to his buttocks. She began squeezing and fondling the muscular cheeks of his ass. 

Catch involuntarily bent forward, slightly spreading his buttocks apart and she touched his asshole with the tip of her finger. The crevice was still slightly soapy. She began working her finger inside his asshole and started finger-fucking him with the same rhythm that she was giving him head. He began undulating his hips harder, driving his cock down her throat. Lila adjusted the position of her head and held it steady, letting Catch fuck her in the mouth. His hips pumped forward with a driving force sliding his cock deep between her glistening lips, before pulling it back out until only the head of it remained inside her mouth. His hands were shaking as he reached down to touch her face. Her finger flew in and out of his ass as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. 

His load of semen grew until it was painful to hold. His control was trembling on the edge of collapse. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth and began jerking the base of it. Lila smiled and eagerly opened her mouth to catch his load. He raised himself on his tiptoes and ground his buttocks against her invading finger. The muscles in his legs began shaking. He ground his teeth together and howled. His come shot out through his cock gushing into her waiting mouth in hot thick spurts. He closed his eyes and he could hear her eagerly swallowing it as it flooded into her mouth. He looked down and watched her as she sucked on it. She kept on sucking until his cock began to shrink, then she gave it one last kiss and let it fall from her lips. 

"Turnabout is fair play," she said with a smile. 

* * * 

Jeff straightened up and turned around. "That's enough ass sucking." He took Barbara by the ears and held onto her head and jammed his cock all the way down her throat. Then he began bucking his hips back and forth. "I'm coming, Barbie, take it. Swallow my load." He pumped his sperm down the lifeguard's throat still holding onto her ears. 

Barbara sucked with a frenzy swallowing every drop that gushed forth. Finally, Jeff said, "Hey, Barbie, that's enough. There ain't anymore." 

Reluctantly Barbara pulled her head off the teenager's cock. Jeff bent over and stepped into his swim trunks. He patted the lifeguard on the ass. "You give the best head around, Barbie. Now I think I'm going to take a swim. 

He raced around the edge of the bar and ran onto the diving board. He jumped up and down several times and executed a perfect jack knife into the water. 

Barbara looked after him longingly and slowly returned to her lifeguard perch. She was bored with her job. There weren't that many young people around, not like Jeff anyway. She watched the young man swimming in the water and wished that he would feel something more than just lust for her. 

* * * 

Catch and Lila stiffened when they heard the door to the bathhouse bang shut. 

"Christ," Lila muttered. "Somebody's come in." 

Catch eased over to the door and peeked out the small window. He saw the young man drying himself. "Just be quiet," he whispered. "The kid'll be gone in a minute." 

Jeff got dressed and hurriedly left, anxious to get a few more rounds of golf in before lunch time. As soon as he had gone, Catch and Lila left the shower stall. 

"I'll put on my trunks and take a look out and see if it's clear," said Catch. He peeked out the door and saw no one in sight. A large partition hid the entrance to both the mens' and the women's bathhouse from the lifeguard's view. 

Lila blew him a kiss. "I'll see you later, Catch. I've got to go get dressed and meet my parents for lunch." 

She hurried into the women's bathhouse. 

Catch got dressed and went back to his office to continue working on his reports. Miss Tyne looked up eagerly as he entered. 

"Did you have a nice swim, Mr. Callahan?" 

"Very refreshing. It was just what I needed." 

CHAPTER TWO 

Catch worked feverishly the rest of the morning. He had Miss Tyne bring his lunch—a Chef's salad and a glass of tomato juice—on a tray and continued working the rest of the afternoon. He was having difficulty changing the Bayou Country Club. The corporation had told him that it had to be done with a limited amount of funds—under one hundred thousand dollars. His main goal was to make the country club appeal to the swinging singles from the Houston-Galveston area who had money to spend and wanted a fun place to go. At present, Bayou Country Club was anything but appealing to people of that age group. 

"It's a fucking shame," he said aloud. "The place is so goddam gorgeous." 

His plan of attack was to use publicity and promotion and promote activities that would appeal to the younger set—those young singles who took the pill, smoked grass and vacationed at Club Mediterranean spas. 

* * * 

Kenneth "Catch" Callahan had been born in the coastal town of Port Natchez, not far from Galveston. His father and his father's father before him had been fishermen. They fished for shrimp as well as dragging seines for bait for deep sea fishermen. Catch was the youngest of eight children and was the favorite of his parents, Sean and Sara. Sara Callahan had unexpectedly become pregnant at the age of forty-two. When Catch was born all of the other Callahan children were well into their teens or had reached adulthood and had left home. Mrs. Callahan always referred to Catch as her "big surprise" and Mr. Callahan gave Catch his nickname because it was the first word that the young child had uttered. 

The talk around the Callahan household was always about the catch, and it was inevitable that it would make an impression on the young boy's ears. When he was barely old enough to toddle, he was sitting in his high chair waiting for his dinner when suddenly he opened his mouth and started saying the word over and over, much to the surprise of his delighted parents, and two older brothers, Tony and David. 

Catch was so fascinated by his family's profession that he used to beg to be taken down to the shore where he could watch them at work. His mother was afraid that he might wander into the water and drown, so Mr. Callahan bought the young boy a harness and would tie him to a post on the beach where he could watch in safety. 

Catch grew into a healthy boy who was a bit untalkative and rather secretive. The parents worried about their son and had him examined by both a doctor and a psychiatrist, but he was found to be physically healthy and the psychiatrist pronounced that he was mentally normal—just that he was probably going to be a loner. 

When Catch was eighteen he was taller than most young boys of his age and physically stronger. For years he had indulged himself in a fantasy life. Generally he dreamt about becoming a pirate or a doctor, but that year his fantasies took on another dimension. He had discovered that girls could be interesting. He asked his older brother, Tony, who was twenty-four, what the sex thing was all about. Tony patiently described to his younger brother in graphic detail the sexual relationship between a man and a woman. 

Catch was thoroughly fascinated, but his brother's words did nothing to assuage his curiosity. 

"I still don't quite get it, Tony," Catch would complain. 

Tony threw back his head and laughed. "I know you get it in your head, Catch. You're just not getting it in your cock and that's where it counts. Let me see what I can do about it for you." 

Tony was keeping steady company with a Chicano waitress of easy virtue named Rosalita Vargas. 

One night when Tony and Rosalita had just finished fucking in the back seat of Ben's secondhand Ford, he turned to her and said, "Rosie, I've got a problem." 

"What kind of problem?" asked Rosalita dully. 

"It's my little brother." 

"Catch?" Her tone suddenly brightened. Rosalita had met Catch several times and was immensely attracted to the young boy. 

"Yeah. You see he's getting along in years now and he's all hepped up to know about sex. I sat him down and told him everything I knew." 

"Which ain't much," remarked Rosalita, half serious. 

"Shut up. And he is anxious to try the real thing naturally." 

"Naturally," breathed Rosalita. This was too much to hope! 

"Anyhow, I was wondering if you'd do us both a favor." 

"Like what?" asked Rosalita, breathlessly. 

"Well, I was wondering if you would sort of give Catch some lessons—you know what I mean." 

"You mean have sex with that kid," she exclaimed in feigned shock. 

Tony looked disappointed. "I was afraid you wouldn't do it." 

"Oh, no, no. C'mon, Tony. Of course, I will. For you, I'll do anything. Only we'll have to keep it quiet. I think it's against the law or something to be sleeping with seventeen year olds." 

"He'll be eighteen next week." 

"Oh, well, that makes a difference." 

"I have an idea. My folks have planned a little birthday party at the house for him, but knowing them, they'll probably knock off early and go to bed. Why don't I bring Catch out with me and you can be my birthday surprise for him?" 

"You want me to wrap it?" 

"Hey, that's not a bad idea," said Tony laughing. "Thanks, Rosie, thanks a lot." 

Look who's thanking who, Rosalita thought to herself. 

Rosalita fantasized about Catch all week long. He was much more handsome than any of the other Callahan boys, taller, better built, and from what she could ascertain, better hung. On the following Thursday night, Rosalita left work at the diner early, feigning a migraine headache. She went back to her trailer at a nearby trailer camp to get ready for her "double date." 

"Is that you, Rosalita?" her mother called from the bedroom. 

"Yes, it's me, Mama." 

"What are you doing home so early?" 

"I've been invited to a party, Mama?" 

"What kind of party?" 

"A birthday party." 

"Well, make sure you don't stay out too late, you hear?" 

"I won't, Mama." Rosalita went into the tiny bathroom and filled the tub with water. She poured in half a bottle of cheap bath oil and lowered her voluptuous form into the tub. She scrubbed and cleaned herself as she never had before and using a small rubber bulb, she douched herself thoroughly. Then she pulled out the plug and closed the plastic curtain and turned on the shower. She washed her hair till it was squeaky clean, then stepped out of the tub. 

After drying her body and her hair, she powdered her flesh with a scented talc and got dressed in a white off-the-shoulder peasant blouse and wrap-around skirt. Since she knew the nature of the date, she didn't bother wearing a bra or panties. She slipped into a pair of straw wedgies and went outside to wait for Tony. 

The candles had been blown out, the cake cut and Catch had opened all his presents. All of his brothers and sisters had traveled to the house for the event, but by ten o'clock they began saying their good nights to get back home. Tony took Catch aside. 

"I got one more present for you, little brother." 

"What's that?" 

Tony put his finger to his lips. "Shhhh, don't say anything. Mom and Dad'll be going to sleep soon and I'm going to take you to it." 

"Is it so big that you couldn't bring it into the house?" Catch asked innocently. 

"Well, it could be a lot smaller," grinned Tony. "Just wait, you'll see." 

At eleven o'clock, after Tony was sure that his parents were asleep, he and Catch slipped out the front door and went for Tony's car. Catch climbed behind the seat, feeling tingles of excitement racing through his body. He couldn't imagine what his brother had for him. They drove down Highway 610 headed for the exit to the trailer park. 

Rosalita saw the car approaching and waved gaily. 

"Is she coming with us?" Catch asked. 

"Why, sure. Don't worry about it. It's going to be okay." 

Catch, disappointed, climbed over the backseat and Rosalita climbed into his place. She kissed Tony on the cheek, but her mind was on Catch. 

"Did you have a nice birthday, Catch?" she asked. 

"Yeah, I got a lot of nice things." 

Rosalita giggled, as Tony started up the engine. They drove for about a quarter of an hour when suddenly Tony turned off the main highway. 

"Where we going?" Catch asked. 

"You'll see," answered Tony. 

He drove to a narrow strip of woods which once bordered the golf course of the Bayou Country Club. He parked up a tall weeping willow tree and said to Catch, "come on, get out." 

Catch was puzzled. He wondered if Tony had bought him a horse or something. They walked quietly through the brief stretch of woods until they were on the verdant lawn of the golf course. 

"Now, Catch, you turn around and close your eyes and keep them closed till I say ready." 

"Okay, Tony." 

Tony took Rosalita's hand and led her several yards to a tree. "Take off your clothes and lie down," he whispered.. 

"Okay," agreed Rosalita who was more excited than Tony suspected about what was happening. She took off her peasant blouse and skirt and lay down on the soft ground. Tony took off his own clothes and laid them against the base of the tree. Then he slipped out of his shoes and walked naked across the edge of the golf course to where Catch was waiting. 

"Keep your eyes closed, Catch, old boy. I'm gonna lead you to your present. I don't want you to open your eyes until I say so. You promise?" 

"I promise, Tony." 

Tony took his brother by the arm and guided him to where Rosalita was lying. She had arranged herself on the grass in what she thought was a seductive pose. Her black hair spilled across the lawn and she had licked her full red lips so that they glistened in the moonlight. Her eyes were half closed and her nostrils flared. She cupped her breasts in her hands and was squeezing them slightly so that they looked a bit less flabby than they were. Her legs were bent slightly and were spread wide apart. 

While Tony had been fetching Catch, Rosalita had picked several wild daisies and stuffed the stems into her cunt so that the flowers covered her cuntal lips. Tony grinned when he saw what she had done. He positioned his brother so that he was standing near Rosalita's feet. 

"Okay, little brother, open your eyes." 

Catch opened his eyes and gasped with delight. Rosalita and Tony began singing an off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday," then burst into gales of laughter. 

"Okay, little brother, this is it. This is your present." 

Rosalita flexed her pelvis so that the flowers rippled in her snatch. 

Suddenly Catch was embarrassed. "But, Tony, I don't know what ..." 

"Relax, Catch. Now the first thing you do is get out of your clothes." 

"In front of Rosalita?" 

"Of course in front of Rosalita. C'mon kid." 

Catch turned away from Rosalita and kicked off his loafers and slowly pulled off his socks. He unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers and took it off. Rosalita marveled at his muscular back and narrow, tapered waist. In the moonlight, he could have been a full-grown man. Catch undid his belt buckle and unsnapped his pants. There was a loud zip and Rosalita felt her cunt twitch. He stepped out of his pants and Rosalita admired the strong, muscular legs. 

"Okay, Catch, now the shorts." 

"I ..." 

"Now, c'mon, we've gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this. Take off your shorts," said Tony. 

Catch pulled down his underwear and stepped out of them. Rosalita gazed hungrily at his muscular backside. 

"Come on, kid. Turn around." 

Slowly Catch turned around to face his brother and Rosalita. She looked up and her eyes bulged as she stared at the large cock hanging between his legs. It was flaccid, but Rosalita could tell that it was a grower and when erect, it would be even larger than his brother's. 

Tony knelt down on the grass next to Rosalita. "C'mon, Catch, get down here. You'll have a better view of things." 

Catch hesitated and then lowered himself to the ground, trying to avert his gaze from Rosalita's body. 

CHAPTER THREE 

"Holy Mother of God!" Catch muttered as his brother forced him to look at Rosalita. 

Tony had reached across the nude girl, grabbed his younger brother by the hair and had turned his face to view Rosalita's voluptuous flesh. 

"Don't be shy, Catch," Rosalita giggled and put her hand between his knees and moved it upward to his cock and balls. 

She let her fingertips stroke his partially erect prick. Then she reached beneath it and tucked his balls in her hand as if she were weighing them. Rosalita ran her tongue over her lips and sighed as she wrapped her hand around the thick fleshy stalk. 

Catch gazed at her nude body in wonder. The moonlight spilling over her flesh painted it the color of dark honey and he ached to touch her. 

Tony, as if reading his mind, put his hand in his and guided it to Rosalita's over-ripe breasts. Catch cupped the left one in his hand and held his hand perfectly still. 

"Like this," Tony stage-whispered. "Do it like this!" 

Catch watched as his older brother squeezed and massaged Rosalita's right tit. He began doing the same thing. Her soft, pliable flesh felt marvelous to the touch. 

"Now her nipple, brother." 

Tony took Rosalita's nipple in his thumb and forefinger and began twirling it like a piece of chewing gum. Catch followed suit and was amazed to feel the nipple grow rigid between his fingers. 

Rosalita was in heaven. Her long, black eyelashes fluttered up and down like furry caterpillars doing a mating dance. 

"Dulce Dios!" she cooed over and over. "Dulce Dios!" 

Truly, Rosalita thought, I have died and gone to heaven. Two such men and brothers yet! Both of them giving me pleasure! Rosalita jerked her hand back and forth on Catch's rapidly expanding cock and took Tony's in her other hand. She cursed herself for comparing them, but there was really no comparison. Catch's cock was thicker, longer and, to Rosalita, much more beautiful than his older brother's. 

Tony leaned backwards and picked up the silver flask he had carried with him. He opened the top of it and took a long swig of the cheap whiskey and passed it to Catch. Catch threw back his head, following his brother's example. The liquor burned his throat and his eyes. He had difficulty stifling his desire to cough. 

"What about me?" asked Rosalita. 

Catch glanced at his brother who nodded his head. Then he passed it to the Chicano. She lifted her head and sucked the burning fluid out of the neck of the opening of the flask. 

"It's 'Follow-the-Leader' time," announced Tony. 

He leaned forward, squeezed his hands around Rosalita's breast until the nipple looked like it was going to pop open, then he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. He trailed the tip of his tongue over her nipple, making Rosalita moan with pleasure, then he opened his mouth and took the entire nipple inside. Catch watched his brother with fascination. Tony grabbed the other breast and pulled it close and managed to tuck both of her nipples inside his mouth. When Tony finished, he offered her breasts to his little brother and Catch did exactly as he had seen Tony do. He pressed his lips to her wet nipple and sucked it inside his mouth. He began running his tongue around the tip of it and started sucking the nipple. 

"He's learning quickly," Rosalita laughed. 

Alcohol had gone to Rosalita's head and she cried out, "I want him inside me, Tony. I want him to fuck me!" 

"Then get him ready." 

Rosalita raised herself to her elbows and grabbed Catch's stiff prick. She moved her head closer and closer to it. For a moment Catch thought she was going to bite him. Then, suddenly, she opened her mouth, ran her tongue over the swollen cockhead and began licking the shaft. She licked the underneath side of his cock and moved her lips down to his heavy balls. She sucked one inside her mouth and then stuffed the other in beside its mate. 

Tony, who had expected the whole thing to be a lesson for his brother, hadn't expected his reaction. The sight of Rosalita sucking his younger brother began to turn him on. He leaned forward so that he could get a close view and chanted "suck his balls, Rosalita. Suck on them!" 

Rosalita's cheeks were puffed out and she nodded her head in pleasure. She pulled on the neck of his scrotum with her lips and rubbed her nose and forehead over the underside of his cockshaft. Then she let the saliva-coated balls slide out of her moist mouth. Then she went back to his prick, guided it into the cavern of her mouth with her hands and began moving her blubbery lips back and forth over the full length of it. 

Rosalita came up for air and stuck out her hand for the flask. Tony shook it and sighed as he handed it to her. She threw back her head and drained what was left of the whiskey. 

"Hey, how about me?" Tony complained. 

"I'm sorry honey. After all, it's Catch's birthday." She roughly grabbed Tony's cock at the base and stuffed it into her mouth. She sucked on it impatiently, wishing he would come and let her alone with his younger brother. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the top of his sac and twisted the flesh lightly. She knew that that always got Tony going faster. She worked her head back and forth on his cock with lightning speed. Catch watched with wide-eyed wonder. She pulled back her hair so that the young man could get a better view of what was going on. Catch was transfixed. Suddenly, his brother began to moan and the muscles in his thighs stood out in relief. 

"God damn it! I'm going to shoot!" 

Rosalita hurried her oral strokes and he exploded inside her mouth. She swallowed him hungrily. When he came no more, she let his wet cock slide out of her mouth and licked it clean with his come. Tony fell back on his haunches and rolled over on the grass, trying to catch his breath. 

"Would you like me to do that to you, little one?" 

She didn't wait for him to answer. She clasped her hands on his waist and pulled her toward him so that he was straddling her face—so that one knee was next to each shoulder. She cupped his heavy balls and squeezed them gently. Her eyes flickered as she started at the large cock bobbing in front of her. Rosalita closed her eyes and sighed with contentment, enjoying the feeling of anticipation that comes from putting something pleasurable off just a little longer. Then she lifted her head and began to drag her tongue back and forth along the inside of his thighs where his profuse pubic hair began. The muscles in Catch's legs knotted as she worked him over. The Chicano girl caressed his skin with her lips and tongue from the middle of his thighs up to his balls. Then, using her hands, she pressed his cock against his flat stomach and dragged her tongue up the underside. She took the base of his cock in both hands and began licking it like it was a stick of candy. Catch groaned and involuntarily pushed his pelvis forward, thrusting his cock at her with his hips. Rosalita could delay no longer. She opened her mouth wide to receive his immense young prick. 

Tony rolled over and watched as Rosalita worked on his little brother. Catch's buttocks rose and fell and the muscles in his legs grew hard. The girl closed her mouth around his cock with a strong sucking pleasure. Then she moved her head back and forth, letting it slide out of her mouth all the way until the head of it rested on her broad bright pink tongue. She worked the tip of her tongue into the slit of his cock, spreading it apart. Then she opened her mouth wide again and allowed it to slide back inside, taking all of it. Her lips were stretched taut around the thick muscle as she worked the entire thing down her throat. Catch looked down. Her bright red lips were pressed solidly against his pubic hair. 

I must make it last, Rosalita thought to herself. He's being sucked for the first time in his life. I must make it good for him and perhaps he will want me to do it again. 

She loosened her lips. Her eyelashes fluttered and slowly, very slowly, she pulled her head back, disgorging the giant prick from her mouth and throat. As she let it slide out of her mouth, she titillated the sides with intricate workings of her tongue. Catch felt the beginnings of his orgasm. The muscles of his stomach began to undulate and his shoulders trembled. 

Rosalita, recognizing the signals, began sucking him rapidly. Her face was flushed and her lips damp with her abundant saliva. Catch watched his swollen cockhead disappear into her mouth followed by the throbbing shaft and then reappear once again. She opened and closed her hand around his balls, accompanying the movement of her mouth, driving him headlong toward his first non-solo climax. He placed his hand on top of her head and his large fingers combed through her raven tresses. 

"Oh, suck him, Rosalita!" Tony groaned. He began stroking his own cock. It was nearly erect once again. "Suck him! Suck him!" 

Rosalita needed no encouragement from Tony. She was throwing her all into her cocksucking. Catch pressed his hands over his ears and heard his own pulse pounding. Suddenly, the night air was cut with a long, deep groan. Catch didn't even realize it was coming from him. His semen shot upwards and began racing through the thick shaft of his cock. Rosalita could feel his balls contract. She pulled her mouth away from the cockhead, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. His semen gushed into her mouth in hot, white spurts. Some of it coated her lips and ran down her chin. Rosalita ran her hand back and forth over the shaft, squeezing out every drop. She took his cock back inside her mouth which was still filled with the hot semen. The sensation was volatile to the young man and he cried out. She kept his cock inside her mouth until it completely deflated. Then, as she let it slide between her lips, she swallowed his come. It was Catch's turn to collapse on the grass, gasping and panting. He leaned against the base of the tree. Tony began fingering Rosalita's cunt. One by one, he pulled out the daisies and threw them aside. 

"You got any more booze, honey?" 

"You still thirsty after that?" 

"Uh-huh." 

"There's a creek nearby." 

Rosalita lifted her head and listened to the sounds of the night. She heard the gurgling of the water. 

"I'll be back in a minute." 

She got up and sauntered into the shadows. Tony leaned against the tree trunk next to his brother and said: "Well, kid, how was it? Are you having a good time?" 

"It was fantastic. I never dreamed it could feel so good." 

"We're not finished yet, little brother. You haven't had a piece of pussy, yet." 

"This is really great of you, Tony. I mean, sharing Rosalita with me." 

"Don't get any ideas, kid. Today's your birthday, but that's it. There'll be no more slicing the hair pie down the middle. You're getting your free lessons. From now on, you're on your own." 

"I just never dreamed it could feel so fantastic, so great." Catch sighed. 

Rosalita returned from the stream and plopped herself down in front of the two men. "I hope you two aren't all tired out," she said. 

"Not yet," replied Tony. "After all, little brother here hasn't earned all his marks." 

Tony pushed Rosalita down on the grass and spread her legs apart. 

"Now, Catch, watch carefully and do exactly as I do." He pulled Catch closer until his little brother's face was close to her crotch. Using his fingers, he opened up the lips of her cunt. "See, kid, it's like opening up an oyster, only it tastes a lot better." 

Tony pressed his face against Rosalita's pussy, opened his mouth and sucked on her cunt lips. Catch got down on his hands and knees and pressed his face close to his brother's and watched, but he still couldn't see what his tongue was doing. Tony was wriggling his tongue between the Chicano's labial folds and was searching for her clitoris. He touched it with the tip of his tongue and Rosalita screamed and babbled a stream of incoherent Spanish phrases. He threw her legs even further apart. Then he took Catch by the back of the neck and pushed his face downward. 

"Go on, Catch. It'll make you a man." 

Catch's mouth touched her saliva-smeared cunt lips. 

"Lick it, Catch. Kiss her cunt." 

Catch tentatively allowed his lips to touch the lips of her cunt. He kissed the pink folds nestled among the curly black hair. 

"Now," commanded Tony. "Open it up. Pull them apart." 

He did as his brother said. The fleshy lips gapped open like another mouth. 

"Stick out your tongue," urged Tony. "And work it inside." 

Catch followed his brother's command. He speared his tongue between the saliva-damp vaginal folds and licked and probed. His tongue stiffened and he began spearing it in and out. His tongue touched her clitoris and it began throbbing. The more he licked at the tiny organ, the more it throbbed and Rosalita groaned with sensual excitement. Rosalita began dragging her fingernails over his shoulders and throwing her head from side to side. She bit down on her lower lip as his tongue worked in and out of her quivering slit. Tony gingerly eased his fingers down to her cunt and felt the wet cunt lips and the darting tongue of his brother as it slid in and out. 

"That's it, baby brother, do it. EAT HER CUNT!" 

Rosalita sat up. She wrapped her arms around Catch's head and pushed her lips upward, pressing her clitoris against the tip of his tongue. Then she let him go, fell back on the ground and lifted her legs in the air until her thighs came to rest on his shoulders. Tony moved in closer, fascinated with the scene. Other than an occasional dirty movie, he had never seen anybody eat cunt. Rosalita lifted one of her legs so that he could get a better view. She threw her head back and began wiggling in pleasure as the young man stroked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. 

"Keep going," said Tony. "Keep going. She's gettin' close." 

Rosalita's climax grew steadily and a warm sensation began flowing through her body. She began whipping her cunt against Catch's mouth. Her breath was coming in deep gasps. She cried out shrilly and passed the peak of orgasm, her juices began to flow on Catch's long tongue. He continued lapping her cunt until she gently pushed him away. Tony, drunk with excitement and cheap whiskey, kissed his brother on the cheek. Catch was startled, but didn't move away. 

"Mmm, that's my Rosalita," he murmured. "Better than tamale sauce!" 

"You sure you don't got any more whiskey," whined Rosalita. 

"Oh, all right, damn it! I've got another pint in the glove compartment. I'll go get it," said Tony. He got up and slipped on his shoes and walked through the forest to where the car was parked. "That fuckin' broad drinks too much," he complained as he dug into the glove compartment for the spare pint he had stashed away. 

When he returned to the golf course, Rosalita had marvelously revived and was once again sucking Catch's cock. She was working like hell trying to get it erect again. She didn't have to work very hard. It went into her mouth soft. Three strokes later, it reappeared in its full glory. 

"He's ready, Tony," said Rosalita anxiously. 

"I can see that. Spread your legs, Rosalita. It's time for his third and most important lesson." 

Rosalita pulled her feet up to her buttocks and spread her legs apart so that her cunt gapped open. Tony knelt down between her legs. He took his thick prick in his hands and pushed it against the wet lips of her cunt. 

"Watch, little brother. Watch it slide into her cunt." He pushed forward and his cock eased fully into the young girl's grasping pussy until it was all the way in. Then slowly, he withdrew it. "You see, that's all there is to it ... almost." 

He speared it in once again and once again withdrew it. Inasmuch as he would like to have finished what he had begun, he remembered that Rosalita was his brother's birthday present. He pulled out and moved aside. 

"Now you, Catch." 

Catch knelt in the same position where his brother had been. Rosalita reached out and clasped his cock in her hands. Rosalita propped herself up on one elbow and leaned forward. She stuck out her tongue and flicked the swollen cockhead, licking it and making it wet. Then she leaned back down, held onto his cock with both hands to guide it into her pussy. Catch slid his hands beneath her buttocks and cupped them in his hands and looked down at her. He watched as the head of his cock touched the soft vulva. Rosalita wiggled her hips from side to side hunting for the opening of her cunt with his cock. The tip of it slid into her moist channel. A sensation of exhilaration, different from any he had known before, roared through Catch's body, as he felt his cock pour into the entrance of her femininity. He thrust forward with his hips. Rosalita gasped with joy in every muscle and her body jerked as the head of his cock went gliding into her. Her heavy breasts moved up and down and a thin stream of perspiration trickled between them as she parted through wet, parted lips. She looked up at Catch with dizzy expectation. He moved his hands forward and gripped her ample waist as he began instinctively undulating his hips. Rosalita glanced to her right and saw that Tony was drinking from the pint. 

"Give me some," she gasped. 

As she poured several shots down her throat and handed it back to him, she wrapped her arms around Catch's head and pulled his mouth over hers. She let the burning amber liquid flow from her mouth into his and they both drank. 

Catch's cock went slowly into her. The erotic sensation of his cock slipping into her damp hole flowed through him, making him feel that he was a new person with a new skin. 

Rosalita spread her legs wider and lifted her buttocks up off the grass to turn her pussy up toward his cock. He dug his fingers into her waist and looked down at her as he fucked her. Her black eyes were shimmering like pieces of onyx. Her forehead was broken out in tiny beads of perspiration, causing random strands of her black hair to become stuck to her face. He liked her look, the total look of complete abandon and enjoyment—a look which was taking place because he was causing it. 

He began withdrawing his cock to the head and sliding it back into her with more force. She put her hands behind her knees to brace her legs, as she raised her heels to his shoulders. He slid his hands up her body, cupping her swollen, ripe breasts and caressing them as he punched his cock in and out of her steaming cunt. His cock sank into her right up to the thick part and he could feel his balls brush up against her buttocks. 

She opened her mouth wide and tantalized him with her tongue, making obscene gestures. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and began fucking her with strokes of his cock. He pressed his mouth against hers and duplicated the strokes with his tongue. She dug her heels into the small of his back, raising her legs wide apart and wrapped her tongue around his. The saliva mingled and gathered in the corners of her mouth as his cock probed deeper into her. His balls began slapping against her damp buttocks as he thrust into her. 

Tony drained the rest of the pint and watched the scene through a drunken haze. He was incredulous by his little brother's expertise and, in a way, a bit jealous. 

The sensation of Catch's cock sliding in and out of Rosalita and his joy of finally possessing a woman made his semen swell within him. He stopped fucking her for a moment and pulled his mouth away from hers to get a grip on himself. 

"What's the matter, chico?" 

"I don't want to come yet, Rosalita. I want to enjoy my first time for a long time." 

She nodded with understanding. "Maybe we should try it another way." 

Catch looked blank. What other way was there? 

Rosalita, reading his mind, said, "I'll get on top." She guided his arms to her waist and wrapped hers around his neck. They rolled over on the grass and she sat up. His cock was still embedded deeply in her pussy. She raised herself up slowly so that the head of his cock was still in her cunt and slowly, she pressed herself back down, taking it all into her cuntal depths. 

"Hey," complained Tony thickly. "We never do it that way." 

Rosalita's only reaction was, "You got any more booze?" 

"No, I drained the whole thing." 

Tony lay back and stared at the stars which were sprinkled overhead like a handful of diamonds, thinking that perhaps he had done the wrong thing by sexually introducing his younger brother, Catch, to his girl, Rosalita. 

"Dios!" Rosalita squealed. 

Catch looked up at the Chicano fucking herself on his cock. She began moving up and down more rapidly and rotating her hips, twirling his prick into her body. He bit down on his lower lip and exercised mind control over the growing mass of semen swelling within him. He fondled and caressed her fleshy thighs as he lay back and enjoyed the sight of her cunt caught by his mammoth cock like a fish on a hook. Rosalita's breaths began to come in gasps and her legs started to tremble. She stopped, panting with exhaustion. She put her hands on his waist and raised herself up until his cock was only halfway in her. 

"You do it now, chico." 

Catch gripped her thighs and began undulating his hips, thrusting his cock up into her. The girl closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as she continued to breath heavily. She began dragging the tips of her fingernails over his stomach, making his muscles quiver and tighten. He slid his hand down to her cunt and dug his finger inside to find the precious little nub that his brother had told him about—her clitoris. Rosalita's body jerked. Her eyes opened wide as he touched it. Then she closed her eyes once again and sighed. Her tongue slid out between her parted lips as he stroked her clit in the same rhythm as his cock guided into her. 

"Madre de Dios!" she groaned and glanced over to where Tony lay sleeping, passed out from too much whiskey. 

She regained her strength and began moving up and down on his cock once again. Slowly, at first and then with more urgency. Moments later, she was thrusting herself firmly downward, meeting his drilling cock as he drove it up into her. Her legs began trembling once again. 

"Let us roll over again, chico. I'm getting tired." 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist. She clone to him tightly as he rolled over on top of her. Catch settled himself down on her, sliding his hand between them to continue stimulating her clitoris with his finger. She spread her legs wide and he began sliding his cock in and out of her as he titillated her clit. Her arousal began to mount and he began fucking her with long, hard strokes of his cock. She thrust her pussy up at him with driving lunges of her broad ass. 

Catch's climax came creeping up at him and he knew that there was no way that he could stop it. He abandoned all thought of control and Rosalita shrieked in Spanish. She thrashed about beneath him and he released his control. His come gushed upwards as he began fucking her as hard as he possibly could. His come spurted out in thick, creamy gushes as he drove his cock deep into her belly with pounding thrusts of his throbbing cock. Rosalita wailed as they surged together in the ecstatic abandon of simultaneous climax. His strength drained away. Catch collapsed on top of her as she went as soft as jelly beneath him. 

They lay in that position for a long time—Catch not daring to breathe. At last, Rosalita ran her fingers through his hair and murmured: 

"You are a wonderful lover, chico." 

"Thank you. We'd better wake up Tony." 

They pulled apart and Catch began shaking his brother. 

"Tony, wake up." 

"What—what is it?" 

"We'd better be going. It must be very late. What if Mom or Dad should wake up and find us gone?" 

"Gotta sober up," grunted Tony. 

"I've got an idea," said Rosalita. "Let's sneak into the pool at the Bayou Country Club. We'll all take a bare-ass swim. That'll get us right." 

"I don't know," said Tony "If we should get caught ..." 

"Oh, come on, don't be a spoilsport. What do you say, Catch?" 

"I say let's go!" 

The three of them gathered up their clothes in bundles and walked bare butt and bare foot across the smooth expanse of the golf course. At the top of the hill, they encountered high, expertly manicured pivot hedges, which at that time, masked the swimming pool from the golfers. They squeezed through the hedges and were delighted to find that the pool was filled. 

"Last one in's a day-old tortilla," squealed Rosalita. She dropped her clothes and ran to the edge of the pool and dove in. There was a loud splash. 

"Shhh!" said Tony, not too quietly. 

Tony and Catch raced to the diving board. Catch beat him and dove in. Tony followed suit. They splashed around the water until they were tired. Then they swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood leaning against the side of the pool. 

"This is the life," said Tony. "This place must be a knockout in the daytime." 

"Why can't we get into the Club, Tony?" Catch asked. 

Tony laughed. "Because, kiddo, it takes lots of cash and we ain't exactly up to social standards." 

"I could get in," said Rosalita. 

"Sure," said Tony. 

"In the back door of the kitchen," Rosalita laughed. 

Suddenly, the night air was split by a harsh voice. "Hey, what goes on out there?" 

"Jesus!" said Tony. "It must be the night guard. Let's get the hell out of here!" 

An old man came running quickly as his arthritic legs could carry him to the pool area. He just caught sight of the three nude bodies disappearing through the hedges. He reached for his gun which carried blank cartridges and fired several shots in the air. The three "fugitives" scurried down the hill across the golf course to the patch of forest. When they had reached safety, they turned and looked behind them. 

"I guess the old coot isn't following us." 

"We could have been killed," said Rosalita dramatically. 

"Shit!" replied Tony. "Come on, let's get in the car. We'll get dressed further down the road. There's no time to waste. He might have called the police." 

Rosalita and Catch got into their clothes while Tony drove. When they reached Rosalita's trailer, Tony stopped the car and got dressed himself. 

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Rosalita asked. 

"Sure," replied Tony. 

"Thanks a lot, both of you," said Catch sincerely. "I had a ball." 

"I had four," said Rosalita and swaggered toward the trailer. 

* * * 

Catch stared out the windows of his office across the vista of the golf course and beyond. He smiled at his memories and wished he could be an innocent boy once again. There was a knock on the door. He called, "come in." 

It was Miss Tyne. "It's five o'clock, Mr. Callahan. Would you like me to stay and work late?" she asked hopefully. 

"No thanks, Miss Tyne. Everything I have to do, I have to do myself. I'll see you in the morning." 

"You're sure, Mr. Callahan?" 

"Yes, thank you," he replied briskly. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Catch sat back down at his desk and picked up the reports concerning the social functions of the Club. 

"That Rosalita," he said smiling to himself. "She was something else." 

* * * 

Rosalita became pregnant and Tony married her, knowing full well that there was a possibility that the baby might be his younger brother's. He never mentioned the fact or referred to that particular night to Catch, but things between the two brothers were never the same. Tony, in reality, was jealous of his brother's youth, looks and physical prowess. Catch, in turn, was dismayed by his brother's attitude toward him, and never understood the reasons. 

After the baby was born, Tony and Rosalita bought a mobile home and moved to the Louisiana coast where Tony could find work. Catch was the only child left at home. His parents doted upon him. He was very bright in school and passed his courses with high marks easily without having to study hard. Catch's parents were delighted. He was the only one of their children who had shown any marked aptitude toward education. They cut down on their expenses so that they could save money to send him to college. 

Catch, aware of his parents' sacrifices, made applications to various colleges. He was on the track team and he excelled in that, so there was a possibility that he might get an athletic scholarship. In addition, his grades were excellent and he was captain of the debate team. The only thing that worried him was his grade in English. It was his only 'B' and he felt that he had deserved an 'A'. He decided to talk to his teacher about it and made an appointment with her one afternoon after class. 

His English teacher was a young, unmarried woman of twenty-eight years named Sally Ann Graves. She was a slender, nervous individual whose interest in Catch was more than scholastic. She was pretty in a quiet way. Her skin was clear and bright, her eyes dark blue and her face heart-shaped. Her fine, blond hair was worn in a short, curly style and she dressed with as much flair as her salary would permit. She was anxious about her meeting with Catch and was indeed surprised that he had requested one. She thought that Catch was a very bright student. She had loaned him several books which were beyond the other students' mentality, but she was disappointed in him as a student. Miss Graves felt that he didn't work hard enough, didn't live up to his full potential. 

Miss Graves was also very attracted to the well-built young man, something she had never encountered in her teaching career before. After all, Catch was only eighteen and a senior in high school and she was ten years his senior. 

"Why, I'm practically old enough to be his mother if I were married in India," she often reminded herself. 

Still, she could not help noticing his penetrating eyes, his muscular biceps, his swelling thighs and particularly the outline of his cock and balls so clearly defined beneath the thin fabric of his pants. 

"Don't any of these kids wear underwear anymore?" 

She would fantasize about Catch often, sometimes recasting herself and Catch in famous scenes with popular hero's and heroines. 

Scarlet and Rhett ... "Never lock a door on me, Scarlet!" 

Stanley and Blanche ... "We've had this date from the beginning, baby." 

Catherine and Heathcliff ... "You are my life, Cathy." 

Often these fantasies would be accompanied by a mail order vibrator which Miss Graves had bought for herself. 

Miss Graves nervously paced the floor of her office waiting for Catch to appear. Some of the other teachers had stopped by to ask her if she wanted to accompany them to the local drugstore for a soda, but she had happily declined. She shut the door of her office and checked herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was smeared in the corner. Irritably, she wiped it off and applied a fresh coat. She tousled her hair as best she could and closed the blinds. 

"What am I doing?" she asked herself. "It's not as if ..." 

There was a loud rap at the door. 

"Come in," she called sweetly. 

Catch entered the office and closed the door behind him. 

"Oh, hello, Catch. Won't you sit down?" 

Catch sat on a straight-backed chair next to her desk and waited for Miss Graves to stop pacing. She walked to the bookcase and ran her fingertips over her various volumes. 

"What is it you wanted to see me about, Catch?" 

"It's about my grade, Miss Graves." 

"Yes." 

"Well, I can't understand why I got a 'B' at the end of the term. I made 'A' grades on all my tests and papers." 

"I'm well aware of that, Catch. I gave you a 'B' hoping that you would apply yourself more. I don't feel you're doing enough extra work. You're breezing through the class on almost no effort." 

"You expect extra work, Miss Graves?" 

"From you, yes. You're my brightest student, Catch, the brightest student I've encountered since I started teaching. I suppose we should have had this talk sooner. I don't like to under grade you ..." 

"The 'B' may affect my college scholarship, Miss Graves. I don't think it's fair." 

She thought for a moment. "Perhaps it wasn't, Catch. I didn't think of that, but I'd still like to give you more personal attention and would like to see you do more work than the other students because you're capable of it." 

"I'm willing to do anything you ask, Miss Graves. I've passed by your office several times, but the door was always shut." 

Never lock a door on me, Scarlet! 

Miss Graves' heart fluttered and her cunt twitched. 

"So, you see Miss Graves, it took a lot of courage for me to ask to talk to you about this." 

We've had this date from the beginning, baby. 

Her nipples burning and her lashes fluttering, Miss Graves crossed to the young man and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad you came to me, Catch. I mean, it is your future." 

"It's my life, Miss Graves." 

You are my life, Cathy. 

Miss Graves found herself stroking Catch's shoulder. When she realized what she was doing, she quickly withdrew her hand and stepped back a pace. Her hand burned from the feel of his flesh as surely as if she had placed it over an open flame. Catch slid down in his chair and spread his legs apart. The fabric of his pants strained across the outline of his cock which was pressed against his thigh. It was the first time he realized the extent of Miss Graves' attraction to him and his response was immediate. His cock began to thicken and lengthen. His first impulse was to leave, but he changed his mind and decided to stay. He watched her as she stared in amazement at his prick, growing inside his pants as if it had a life of its own. 

Miss Graves turned and went back to her refuge ... the bookcase. Catch got up and followed her. He stood behind her, almost touching but not quite. 

"I've been enjoying the books you've been giving me to read, Miss Graves. Perhaps you could suggest something else." 

The close proximity of his body almost made her faint. She closed her eyes and gasped for breath. Flustered, she tried to change the subject. She withdrew a book. 

"Perhaps you'd like this ...!" 

She stopped as she read the cover. It was Lady Chatterley's Lover. She was so startled that she dropped the book. She bent to the floor before Catch could retrieve it. She looked up and her face was even with his crotch. She stayed there transfixed for a moment. Catch stepped forward a few inches and his cock was within a breath of touching her cheek. Miss Graves gave in to her desires. She pressed her face against his crotch and moaned as she felt the heat issuing from within his pants. 

It was almost as if were possessed. She began groaning and grappling for his zipper. She undid his pants, dug his cock and balls out and rubbed her face against them. Catch undid the buckle of his pants and pushed them down to his knees. He wrapped his hands around the back of her head and pulled her forward. 

"No!" she cried. "It's wrong!" 

"No," Catch breathed. "It's right." 

Miss Graves began covering his heavy genitals with small, little kisses, covering every inch of his balls and cock with her lips. Catch grew erect. It had been a long time since he had had sex. 

"Suck me, Miss Graves. Suck my cock." 

With trembling fingers, she gathered up his fleshy rod and stuffed it into the recesses of her warm mouth. She began moving her head back and forth, taking as much down her throat as she possibly could. She slid her hands down around to his buttocks and began fondling the cheeks of his ass. 

"That feels good, Miss Graves. Do it faster." 

Catch bent over and began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. 

"Let me," she whispered. Miss Graves took off her blouse and as she was undoing her brassiere, she said, "Lock the door and turn out the light." 

"I'll lock the door, Miss Graves, but let's leave the light on." 

Catch kicked off his loafers and wiggled out of his pants. He walked nude from the waist down to the door and turned the lock. Then he came back to Miss Graves who was still kneeling. 

She was naked from the waist up. Catch stared at her breasts. They were small but perfectly formed in exact proportion to her body. He stepped in front of her once again. She took his cock in her hands and guided it into her mouth. She tucked it in and he slid his fingers down her warm breasts and began massaging them. He rubbed the palms of his hands over her nipples until they were rigid. As she sucked him, he could feel her slow, steady breathing against his pubic area and the blood began to race to his head as his cock swelled to its full length. She stopped sucking for a moment and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Then he knelt down beside her. 

"Let's unfinish undressing," he said quietly. 

Miss Graves took off her skirt and panties and Catch removed his T-shirt. They lay down facing one another on the soft carpet of her office. The dim light on her desk illuminated the delicate curves of her almost childlike body. She pushed her slender form against his and swung her leg across his thigh. Then she nestled her head against his shoulder. 

Catch became aware of her small breasts touching against his side and he could feel the downy hair covering her cunt on his thigh. Miss Graves used a light feminine cologne which drifted from her body like vintage wine. She slid her leg further across his and touched his cock. His cock jerked and began throbbing. Miss Graves let out a long, low sigh and closed her small hand around his prick. She began moving her hand back and forth and Catch rolled over on top of her, pressing his lips against hers and forcing his tongue far into her mouth. 

Miss Graves gave a long sigh of satisfaction, her arms slid around his neck. She responded to his kiss, sucking and biting at his tongue. She surged against him, wrapping her leg around his waist and pulling him hard against her. He ran his hands up and down her flesh, savoring her smooth skin. He stiffened his tongue and ran it around inside her mouth, feeling her damp warm saliva on his lips. She pushed against him and began combing her fingers through his hair, gripping and pulling his mouth harder against hers. She spread her legs wide and wrapped them around his hips, waiting for him to make the first move. Catch pulled his lips away from hers and slid his mouth down her small body, toward her breasts. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and held it up to his lips. He opened his mouth wide and took nearly the entire breast inside, sucking as hard as he could. 

"Oh, Catch, Catch," she murmured with happiness. 

She pressed her lips against his ear and began tracing the outline of it as he sucked her breast and moved his hands up and down her body. He moved to her other breast, cupped it in his hand. She moaned as he sucked it and fondled the other one at the same time. As he did, the blood was pounding in his head. He was dizzy with desire. It had been much too long. 

"Miss Graves, Miss Graves," Catch murmured over and over. 

"I think, Catch, under the circumstances, you can call me Sally." 

Catch got up on his knees and stared down at her. Her face was twisted into a mask of passion. She was breathing rapidly. She looked back at him expectantly and spread her legs wide apart. He crawled between them and positioned himself. She reached out with both hands, clasped his cock and guided it to her vulva. Her cunt was incredibly tight. For a long moment, he pressed and moved about, trying to get it inside. Suddenly, he felt the tip of it slide into her cunt and he pushed forward with his hips until the head was engulfed by her pussy. 

Her cunt was tight and dry and it felt as if his cock were being skinned as it slipped into her. Catch pulled it out and lowered his head to her crotch. 

"Don't be nervous, Sally." 

"I'm sorry, Catch. I'm just tense." 

"I'll make you untense." 

He parted her cunt lips with his fingers and pressed his lips against the opening. He slid his tongue between his lips and began licking the tender folds of her vagina. He dipped his tongue in deeper and found her tiny clitoris. He began lathing the small organ with the tip of his tongue. Then he moved his hands up her body, cupped her small breasts and began manipulating her nipples. He sucked her cunt and squeezed her tits for a long time until her cuntal juices finally began to flow and her pussy was moist and warm and ready for fucking. 

Catch got between her legs once again and pressed the head of his cock against her opening. This time, it slid in easily. He rocked his hips back and forth, moistening his cock with her secretions and inched his cock into her. Miss Graves uttered a long, low sigh which she muffled with the back of her hand. She couldn't believe what was happening. All her fantasies were coming true. 

She was still tight and it seemed impossible to Catch that his huge cock could enter her without hurting her. She was gasping and panting as she pushed against him, pressing her pussy toward his cock. When his cock was halfway in, he got on top of her and cupped her buttocks in his hands. He began fucking her with long, slow strokes. She threw her arms around his neck and covered his face with kisses. She murmured soft, sweet phrases of endearment. 

When his cock was worked completely into her, he shuddered from the delicious sensation of its being completely sheathed in her hot, tight pussy. He pressed his mouth against hers and her lips opened wide as she received his tongue. She sucked and nibbled at it and her hips began thrusting him with more urgency. Catch responded and began fucking her with harder strokes. Miss Graves threw her legs into the air and wrapped them around the small of his back and lunged up at him, meeting his cock with each stroke. Catch's balls pressed against her small, hard ass each time he thrust into her. 

Catch drew himself up on his knees. His hands went under her buttocks. He lifted her pussy up to his cock and he began fucking her furiously, withdrawing it until only the head remained. He pushed forward again until it was buried deep within her slender body. The semen boiled and grew within him until he knew he could no longer control it. Miss Graves sensed that he was close to his climax and began wiggling her hips from side to side. The additional stimulation was too much for Catch and he exploded into a violent orgasm. 

He watched as his come reached the inner recesses of her cunt. Miss Graves went into her own orgasm. The two of them thrashed about on the floor for several minutes until their respective orgasms had passed and they slowly, reluctantly, floated back to earth. 

Catch and Miss Graves began a furtive affair which lasted until the end of his senior year. She worked with him and tutored him, educating him in a way that was much more extensive than the public school system could offer. With Miss Graves' help, Catch had made applications to more than twenty colleges in the South and Southwest regions. 

By the end of his senior year, Catch had not received confirmation from any of them and the first weeks of his summer vacation were spent in nervous anticipation. He worked hard to save money for his pending college education. There wasn't enough money to be had working for his father for that summer the catches were poor. He applied for, and got a job as private chauffeur to a wealthy local family. 

The pay was good and he liked the work, but there was only one catch for Catch. 

The family had this daughter ... 

Ima Swine was her name and she was as homely as her name implied. The wealthy family pronounced their name Sween, but Swine was more apt for Ima. She was a stocky, clumsy girl with bad complexion and stringy hair. All the money and tutors in the world had been spent on Ima, but still, she was a disaster. In addition to being moody, she was a spoiled, testy girl with a nasty temperament. Catch assumed that Ima was still a virgin, not from the way she acted, but because of her appeal—or lack of it. 

Every chance Ima could get, she arranged it so she was alone with Catch. After delivering her father, who Catch liked a lot, to his place of business, Catch was free until it was time to pick the old man up. Ima, who was good at manipulating her ineffective mother, often arranged to have Catch drive her to shopping, take her to visit friends or occasionally drive her to the Bayou Country Club where the family were prominent members. 

Catch dreaded these excursions. Ima had done everything except out and out propositioning him, and he feared that that was coming. 

Ima, like most self-centered, egotistical boors, had no conception of what she really looked like. She had purchased herself a bikini, thinking that it might help to turn young Catch on. She told her mother that she was going to have him drive her to the Country Club and she felt like sunbathing. 

"I don't know why you don't get some exercise, Ima. It would be good for your figure," her mother whined. 

"What's wrong with my figure, bitch?" Ima screamed at her mother. 

Mrs. Swine retreated to another room and left her daughter to her own devious devices. 

For appearances sake, Ima put on a beach robe, accompanied by a large, floppy beach hat and matching sandals. When Catch pulled the black Cadillac up to the front of the house, Ima was waiting, impatiently tapping her foot. 

"Where've you been?" she complained. "I called down to the garage over ten minutes ago." 

"Your father asked me to vacuum the floor in the back. That's what I was doing when you called." 

"Well, from now on, you come immediately when I call, you hear?" 

Catch said nothing, but held the door open for Ima. Ima undid her beach robe as she strolled down the steps and he caught a good look at what she was wearing underneath. Catch winced and turned his head away. Ima, as usual, managed to brush against him as she climbed into the back of the limousine. Catch suspected that if it weren't for propriety, she would have ridden in the front where she could have a freer access to his body. 

Ima settled herself in the back seat and lit a cigarette. She puffed on it dramatically, assuming that Catch was watching her in the rear view mirror. 

"It's a good day for sunbathing," she commented. 

Catch didn't answer. She was miffed. Either he didn't hear her or didn't care to. 

"I SAID, IT'S A GOOD DAY FOR SUNBATHING!" 

"I guess so," Catch answered noncommittally. 

"IT'S HOT IN HERE," Ima said, taking off her beach robe and displaying her heavy body. 

"Do you want the air conditioner on?" 

"NO!" 

Ima pulled the beach robe down to her lap and allowed her puffy fingers to crawl down to the area of her cunt and began to fondle the pudgy vaginal folds beneath the fabric of her bikini. 

Ima may have been self-centered and plain, but she was not without a lively imagination to sustain her. 

* * * 

She closed her eyes tightly, rerunning the scene in her mind to suit herself. 

She stood at the top of the stairs, posed like some bright young model in a vaginal spray commercial. The long sweet Cadillac, looking more phallic than usual, pulled up at the bottom of the steps. Catch, handsome in a sky blue uniform, jumped out and rushed along the car, profusely apologizing for being late. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Swine, I didn't mean to keep you waiting. Please forgive me." 

"That's all right, Catch," she said grandly and held out her hand to be guided down the steps. A shock like electricity passed through their bodies, one to the other as they touched. He boldly looked into her eyes and then quickly turned away. 

She knew what he was feeling. She was feeling it, too. As he opened the car door for her, his hand brushed against her hip. Catch blushed and murmured his apologies. Ima upbraided him, firmly but gently. 

When she was seated in the back seat, she modestly covered herself with her robe. Catch got behind the wheel. She could feel his piercing eyes watching her in the rear view mirror. He wanted her. It was as plain as the pretty nose on her face and she did find him attractive. But after all, she was Ima Swine and he was merely a chauffeur and yet ... 

The limousine swerved, barely missing another car on the highway. 

"PLEASSSEEEE! Keep your eyes on the road," she admonished. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Ima, but I ..." 

Suddenly he pulled the limousine off the road and switched off the engine. He turned around and stared at her openly ... lust dancing in his eyes. 

"What do you mean by this, Catch?" 

"It's no good," he blurted. "I can't think of anything but you. I can't keep my eyes on the road when I want to let my fingers do the walking." His voice was hoarse and husky with desire. 

"This is unthinkable! Now, turn around and drive me to the Country Club and we'll forget the whole incident." 

"I can't. I can't." 

He began to crawl over the back seat. Ima stared at him in terror. 

"Don't scream," he whispered as he clamped his hand over her mouth. 

She pulled it away. "But, the other cars ..." 

Catch pushed the button which controlled the automatic blinds. They lowered and except for some light coming through the windshield, the entire limousine was dark. 

"Ever since I saw you in that bikini ...it's not fair ... You shouldn't be allowed to drive men mad." 

"You're out of place," she protested. 

"There's no class when it comes to love." 

He began mauling her breasts. Ima felt dizzy, like she was on a carnival ride. 

"Your skin," he murmured. "It's like peaches and cream ... and your hair ... a man could get lost in it." 

"You're speaking out of turn," she heard herself say weakly. 

"Not out of turn, out of love. Love for you, Miss Ima." 

"No ... NO!" 

His strong hands grappled at her halter top and tore it away. He pressed his head between her full, lush breasts and began sucking the tit flesh. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, bit and chewed on it until it grew rigid and then repeated the action with the other. Ima tried to fight. She kicked and scratched but to no avail. He slid his hand down the front of her bikini panties and pressed the palm of his hand against the swollen lips of her pussy. He pulled down the panties. His fingers trailed along the soft inner folds of her vagina and parted them. He dipped his head down and pressed his full lips against her slit. 

"Don't, Catch," she murmured, nearly swooning. 

He ran his tongue along the inner walls of her cunt and found her clitoris. He lapped his tongue around the bud until it grew erect. Ima's breath began coming in little gasps. Then Catch stiffened his tongue and guided it deep into her cunt. 

In spite of herself, Ima thrust her hips up at him. The sweet taste of her pussy filled his mouth. Ima lay back against the door of the limousine and began quivering. Sensation swept over her which she could not control. Catch licked her vulva with long, hard strokes of his tongue. Automatically, she spread her legs further apart. She wrapped her thighs around his head. She pushed her cunt up against his face forcefully, as he licked her pussy with rapid strokes. 

While he was eating her cunt, Catch managed to get out of the bottom half of his uniform. He sat up, clasping his huge cock in his hand like a club and said: 

"I'm going to fuck you, Ima!" 

"Nooooo! I'll never be able to take it!" 

"You will. You'll take it and you'll love it!" 

He got between her legs, reached down and guided his cock to her damp pussy. He slid his hands under her buttocks to lift her up to him. When the head of his cock touched her soft vulva, Ima wiggled her hips from side to side and he began to slide into her channel. 

Suddenly, something stopped him. It was her hymen. 

"A girl as beautiful as you and still a virgin?" 

She blushed becomingly. 

She pushed her pelvis against him before he could withdraw and it broke. Ima shuddered and bit down on her lower lip. After a few moments, the pain was completely gone. 

I'm ruined, she told herself, ruined for a decent marriage. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked hoarsely, his voice full of concern. 

"No, don't stop. Don't ever stop!" 

He pushed his cock into her, inch by inch, with care. Her pussy walls were extremely tight. Catch wished that he had sucked her cunt a little bit longer. But, after several strokes, her cunt juices started flowing and he was able to ease himself all the way in. When he was completely inside her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against hers. Ima kissed him back with fervor. He slowly began withdrawing his cock. She closed her eyes and her breath rushed through her teeth. He pulled it all the way out, then pushed forward once again until he was able to build up his momentum and as he did, Ima began feeling for the first time the delightful sensation of being fucked.

He worked on her with a steadily increasing tempo, then lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Ima began responding with slow, tense movements, hesitantly at first and then she completely gave herself to him. Her climax was beginning to build up and he paced his own with hers. Ima's sighs changed to moans. She squealed and suddenly burst into climax ... 

* * * 

Catch heard the moans coming from the back seat. He glanced into the rear view mirror and was stunned by what he saw. 

My God, she's frigging herself! 

Ima looked grotesque. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her tongue was hanging out and lolling to one side. She grunted fiercely as her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt. 

"NGUHH! NGUHH!" 

Jesus Christ, thought Catch. It's enough to make you sick. 

"We're here, Miss Ima," he said, pulling in front of the Country Club entrance. 

Ima quickly threw the beach robe on and waited for him to open the back door. As she climbed out, her legs were shaking. When she looked into his face, he flicked his eyes to the left, avoiding her gaze. 

Why was he pretending inside, she asked herself. He wants me as much as I want him. I know he does. 

"How long will you be?" he asked. 

"A couple of hours." 

"I'll park the limousine in the lot and get myself a bite of lunch." 

"I'm sorry, that's impossible. Chauffeurs aren't allowed inside the Country Club. If you want to, drive down to some roadside diner or something. Just make sure you're back here within two hours." 

"Yes, Miss Ima." 

He watched her as she ascended the steps to the Country Club. The robe was stretched taut over her large, doughy buttocks. Catch cleared his throat, spat, then climbed into the limousine and drove to a nearby diner. 

Ima found herself a chaise lounge next to the pool and immediately snapped her fingers for a waiter. She ordered a Bloody Mary and a lunch consisting of foods that were neither good for her face nor her figure. When the waiter arrived with the tray, she ordered another Bloody Mary. She drank it down and promptly fell asleep in the sun. Several hours later, she woke feeling slightly woozy and stinging all over. She pressed her finger into her flesh and saw that she had gotten a sunburn. 

"Son of a bitch!" 

Her mouth was dry and she was irritable. She had the waiter bring her a cold beer while she bundled herself up into the beach robe. She drank the beer down in almost one swallow and went into the ladies' bathhouse. She had heard somewhere that if one showered immediately after a sunburn, it helped the pain. She got out of her bikini which was digging into her sore, flabby skin and got under the shower. The streaming jets of water stung her skin and she got out almost immediately. She couldn't face getting back into the tight bikini. She just put on her beach robe and carefully buttoned all the buttons. She walked toward the parking lot. The flesh of her burning thighs rubbed together and it irritated her further. 

She had difficulty locating the limousine since the lot was full and when she did, she spotted Catch sitting inside reading a paperback, the air conditioning going full blast. Ima yanked open the car door and he almost fell out. 

"I've been looking for you for ages!" she snapped. "Why aren't you paying attention?" 

She knocked the book out of his hand. His eyes flashed, but he said nothing, just picked up the book and opened the back door for her. She climbed inside and carefully eased her body down into the leather seat. 

When they were partway home, Ima spotted the place where Catch had pulled off the road in her fantasies. She told him to stop the car. The alcohol had built up her courage. Catch pulled off the road and waited. She pressed the button and the automatic shades were drawn. Then she leaned back in the seat and began unbuttoning the beach robe. Catch turned around to see what was going on and when he saw her nude body a look of revulsion came over his face. 

"Let's do it, Catch," she said thickly. "I know you've been wanting to." 

She obscenely spread her legs apart, her pussy swollen and surrounded by coarse pubic hair opened up like the gates of hell. 

"I think I'd better get you home, Miss Ima." 

She leaned forward and grabbed his arm. "Don't be shy, chauffeur. It's kosher." 

She guided his hand to her breasts and he withdrew it as if he had touched something hot. 

"Don't pretend any longer, Catch. I won't tell anyone." 

"You're damn right you aren't going to tell anyone," he said abruptly, "Because nothing is going to happen. Nothing!" 

"What do you mean?" she asked incredulously. 

"Don't you know that the very sight of you makes me puke, you egotistical pig! You're well named. Ima Swine ... it should be Ima Pig." 

She slapped him across the face with all her might. Catch's ears began ringing. He blinked his eyes several times and turned around. He started up the limousine with a roar and they sped down the highway toward the Swine estate. Ima cowered in the back seat, awash with alcohol, the pain of sunburn and the humiliation of rejection. 

By the time they had reached the estate, her shame had turned to anger. She didn't wait for him to open the car door. She swung herself out of the limousine and marched over to him. 

"You're fired! Do you understand? FIRED!" 

Catch didn't say anything. He drove the limousine to the garage, went into the dressing room, took off his chauffeur's uniform and got dressed in his own clothes. He hitched a ride home. He was relieved that he wouldn't have to put up with Ima Swine any more, but he was in turn depressed because he had lost his job. 

But, when he reached home, his mother was on the front porch waiting, waving an envelope. He quickly tore it open. 

He'd been granted a scholarship to Tulane University. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Catch was not yet to be rid of his involvement with the Bayou Country Club—however oblique. 

Mr. Swine tried to hire Catch back but he would have none of it. He didn't want to contend with Swine's horny daughter. He got a job for the rest of the summer working on construction at a small local concern. Ironically enough the job was repairing bridges, walls, buildings, sidewalks, and so forth around the Bayou Country Club. 

It was mid-July and the torrid Texas sun hung in the cloudless sky like a burning ball of flame. Most of the construction work was outdoors and Catch liked that. He learned bricklaying and how to finish concrete. The job helped tone up his body and since he worked without a shirt he became as brown as a tobacco leaf from the waist up. To continue staying in shape for his track work Catch got up at five o'clock every morning and took several laps around the golf course before it was time to start working. On one of these early morning excursions he encountered a middle-aged man and his young, attractive wife who were playing golf. 

The man, a paunchy but robust southerner, who identified himself as Floyd Colbert, asked Catch what his business was on the golf course. Catch explained what he was doing and Colbert was impressed by the young man's fortitude and ambition. Catch could not help but notice that Mr. Colbert's young wife was very beautiful in a sophisticated way. Mrs. Colbert was tall, sleek and a thoroughbred. She had ash blonde hair which was pulled back and caught at the base of her neck with a ribbon. It fell in one thick braid halfway down her back. She dressed in a tailored shirt with matching shorts. Her legs were long and beautifully shaped. 

Catch had heard Colbert call his wife Elise. He rolled her name around in his mouth like a sweet. He yearned to be successful so that one day he, too, could have a beautiful woman of quality by his side, not a panting Chicano waitress or a frustrated schoolteacher but a woman who would make other men envious of his good fortune. 

He saw them often on his early morning runs and they always waved to one another. Then, one morning around five-thirty when he was sprinting near the ninth hole, he saw only the woman. She waved to him and he broke his pace. He had sensed that she wished to talk to him. He walked over to where she was standing next to her golf cart (at that hour of the morning they had to do without caddies) and Catch asked, "Good morning, Mrs. Colbert. Where's the mister?" 

"I'm afraid it's his back. Poor Floyd is going to be confined to his bed for awhile." 

"I hope it's not serious." 

"Not serious but uncomfortable. He has a recurring slipped disk which acts up occasionally." She surveyed the young man's body, encased in a grey sweat suit and pants. Triangles of perspiration stained the front and the back of his sweatshirt. 

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" she asked. "I bought a small hamper with me." 

"Why yes, I guess so," Catch replied, trying to conceal his pleasure. 

"Let's go over there," suggested Mrs. Colbert, indicating a small stone pavilion which was designed as a resting place for golfers out of the sun.

Catch followed Mrs. Colbert across the golf course to the building. The early morning sun was just beginning to dry the dew from the grass and the air was filled with an incredible freshness. They set down at a small picnic table and Mrs. Colbert opened the hamper. She produced a large thermos of coffee, two plastic cups, two buttered crescent rolls and two small plastic dishes containing fresh fruit. She handed him a napkin and said, "I hope you can drink your coffee black or with sugar. I neglected to bring cream." 

"That's the way I like it," replied Catch. "Dark and very sweet." He wondered why there were two of everything, particularly since Mr. Colbert was in bed with an ailing back. She handed him his coffee. 

"Tell me about yourself, Catch. What do you hope to accomplish at Tulane, and after?" 

"I want to be a success," he replied, simply. 

"A success in what?" 

"I'm not sure. But I want to belong to a country club like this one and I want to have ..." 

"Yes? Go on." 

"I want to have a beautiful wife," he said quietly. 

Mrs. Colbert tilted her head back and laughed lightly. 

Catch scowled. 

"Oh, I'm not laughing at you, Catch, but I'm sure you could have had many beautiful young wives by now, not your own, of course." 

"I don't know what you mean," he replied sincerely. 

"No, I don't suspect you do." 

Catch broke off a piece of the croissant and dunked it in his coffee. "These are great," he said. "Really flaky." 

"I have a marvelous cook." 

After they finished the fruit compote Mrs. Colbert poured more coffee and they sat in silence. Mrs. Colbert was the one to break it. 

"Do you find me attractive, Catch?" 

"Yes, I do, Mrs. Colbert." 

"Thank you. I find you attractive, too." She moved her hand across the table until it touched his. She stroked the back of his hand with her long slender fingers and Catch could feel himself becoming aroused. 

Mrs. Colbert kicked off her left golf shoe and raised her foot. She touched the inside of Catch's thigh. He stiffened but did not move. She stretched out her leg and pressed the bottom of her foot against his huge prick. Beads of perspiration broke out on Catch's upper lip as she massaged the fleshy shaft and drooping balls with her foot. 

"What have you got on, an athletic supporter?" she asked. 

He nodded. She could feel that he was starting to get erect even in the elastic confines of the supporter. 

"Take it out, Catch," she hissed through her teeth. 

Catch untied the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down to his knees. Getting out of the elastic supporter was a bit more difficult. He had to stand up to get it down. Mrs. Colbert's eyes lit up when she saw what he had hanging between his legs. He sat back down, pressing his bare buttocks against the wooden bench. She put her foot back between his legs and felt his cock. It was beginning to get erect against the ball of her foot. Moisture seeped out of the flared cockhead onto her sole. 

"But what about your husband?" asked Catch, half-heartedly. 

"His back isn't the only thing that's wrong with him," she said harshly. 

Mrs. Colbert got up from her seat and walked around to where Catch was sitting. She sat down on the bench next to him and looked into his face. She took his face in her hands and murmured, "you're so young, so beautiful." 

Close up, Mrs. Colbert did not look quite as young as Catch had thought. There were tiny lines around the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her lips parted and Catch could see her pink tongue. He closed his eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him on the eyelids. As she did she licked his eyelashes, then moved her lips down his nose and sucked the tip of it. When her lips touched his, he could feel her breath against his mouth. It was warm and smelled of coffee and mints. She opened her mouth wider and slid her tongue inside his. Their tongues touched and entwined as they crushed their lips together. She slid her hand down over his sweatshirt, pausing to feel his muscular pectorals. She moved it further down until she felt the hard flesh of his stomach and his pubic hair. 

The palm of her hand brushed against the base of his cock. The flesh was warm and slightly damp from perspiration. She clasped the shaft of his cock in her hand and began squeezing it, savoring its length and width. She pulled her lips away from his and looked down. It was one of the prettiest cocks that she had ever seen and she had seen plenty. She moved away from him on the bench and bent her head down between his legs. She stuck her tongue out and touched the shiny head. Then she began to lick it with swift, circular movements. She wrapped one arm around his waist, pulled him closer to her, and she took him inside her mouth. 

"Sweet Jesus," Catch groaned with ecstasy. 

Mrs. Colbert looked up. Her lips were shiny with saliva and her eyes were bright blue and clear like the morning sky. 

"This is not a very comfortable place, Catch," she said, indicating the floor. It was covered with sheet rock. "Let's go over there among those bushes." 

"All right, ma'am." 

He stood up and as he did pulled up his sweatpants. She led him out the opposite side of the building to a thick clump of vegetation. The two of them disappeared inside. Catch noticed that Mrs. Colbert had a blanket under her arm. It must have been tucked inside the basket. 

She unfolded it and lay it down on the ground. 

"This will be more comfortable," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse. 

Catch got undressed and stood waiting. 

Mrs. Colbert knelt in front of him. She clasped her hands around his firm, tight buttocks and took his cock inside her mouth and sucked on it. He pulled away and knelt down in front of her and began fondling her smooth skin. 

They lay down facing one another and began kissing again. Their passion reached new heights. Catch swung around and began licking her stomach. Mrs. Colbert spread her legs apart as he moved his tongue down over her pubic hair into her sweet cunt opening. 

Her body trembled as his lips nibbled at the hair between her thighs. Catch moved his head back and forth, letting his tongue, lips, and breath caress her. Then he flicked out the tip of his tongue and dragged it along her vulva. Mrs. Colbert cried out, but the sound was muffled by Catch's thick cock which he had stuffed down her throat. 

He spread her legs further apart as she shoved her pussy against his face. 

He stiffened his tongue and dug it into her opening and began flicking it in and out with rapid strokes. He rubbed the tip of her tongue across her clitoris. He could feel her groans reverberating against the shaft of his cock. 

He bucked his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of the hot stricture of her mouth. Mrs. Colbert closed her lips around the shaft and began sucking it with the same rhythm that he was sucking her. They wallowed around on the wool blanket, sucking one another for nearly half an hour. Mrs. Colbert was the first to reach orgasm. The lower half of her body began shaking and the bushes spun around her face. 

Catch licked her furiously and let himself go. His cock gushed inside her mouth. His sperm came flowing out in steady spurts. Mrs. Colbert swallowed it hungrily and when their climaxes had subsided they pulled apart and fell back on the blanket panting. 

"Now that's what I call an early morning workout," remarked Mrs. Colbert coyly. 

"Yes ma'am," replied Catch, smacking his lips. "Better than a hole in one." 

In the distance they heard the sound of voices echoing around the hills. Catch sat up. "My God, what time is it?" 

"It's almost seven," Mrs. Colbert answered dreamily. "You fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you." 

"I've got to get to work," he replied as he got to his feet and began getting into his sweat suit. 

"Wait a minute," said Mrs. Colbert. "How about meeting me here tomorrow morning for breakfast." 

"Yes, yes, that's all right. Now I've got to run." 

He kissed her quickly on the cheek and took off across the golf course, running with the speed of a front runner. 

Mrs. Colbert watched him as he disappeared on the horizon. She smiled contentedly to herself as she pulled on her clothes. What a delightful young man! 

Catch made it to the shed where he and the other men kept their clothes and changed into his work clothes for the day. 

"You've been out running, Catch?" one of the men asked him. 

"Yes. I run every morning." 

"Christ, I don't know how you can get up and wear yourself out like that. I'm tired even before I start to get to work." 

"Try running. It will give you more energy." 

"No, thanks. I've got enough to do." 

Catch was glad that the man had turned down his offer. What if the man had wanted to run with him the next morning? 

Catch could hardly sleep that night, thinking about the luscious Mrs. Colbert. He felt vaguely guilty about her husband but he told himself he wasn't the first and was sure he wouldn't be the last. 

The next morning he got up fifteen minutes early, showered and put fresh work clothes into an oilcloth satchel, which he threw over his shoulder. His mother had laid out a fresh sweat suit for him. He got dressed without even stopping for coffee and began jogging from his house down the highway toward the country club. He dropped his gear at the workmen's shack and started running along the golf course. Suddenly he remembered they had not planned exactly where to meet. When he reached the ninth hole he saw her standing against a tree, waiting for him. 

"You're right on time, Catch. I fixed us something extra special for breakfast. Come, let's eat it while it's still hot." She took his hand and led him to the stone pavilion where they had eaten the previous morning. Once inside she began unpacking the picnic basket. "We're having corn fritters this morning. I made them myself. I hope they're still good and hot. I brought some honey to pour over them." 

"Sounds great. Corn fritters are one of my favorite things." 

The food was delicious but Catch could not help rushing through breakfast. Somehow Mrs. Colbert looked younger now. Her skin looked youthful and dewy and her makeup was lightly applied, not as heavy as the day before. She had washed her hair that morning and it smelled as sweet as field flowers. 

"Are you finished already?" asked Mrs. Colbert, eyeing him with amusement. 

"Yes, I am, thank you." 

"Shall we?" asked Mrs. Colbert, rising to her feet. 

Wordlessly they walked out of the building toward the same clump of bushes. 

"I brought a larger blanket this morning. That will give us more room," she said. 

"Mrs. Colbert, do you mind if I call you by your first name?" 

"Of course not. It's Elise." 

"Yes, I remember." 

When they reached the clearing Catch helped Mrs. Colbert spread out the blanket. It was indeed larger, at least by half. She started to unbutton her blouse. 

"No, let me," said Catch softly. 

Catch unbuttoned her blouse and took it off her. She was wearing a lacy half-bra which pushed her full breasts up and together. He reached behind her and unsnapped it and her breasts fell free in his hands. He slid his hands between the breast flesh and the bra and began massaging her nipples. Mrs. Colbert combed her fingers through his thick hair and remarked, "Did you know that you're beginning to go grey?" 

"It's a family trait. I'll probably have a full head of grey hair by the time I'm twenty." 

"How divine." 

Catch lowered his head and buried his lips between the valley of her breasts and began kissing the soft skin, running his tongue over her tit flesh and covering it with small tiny bites. 

Mrs. Colbert responded by pulling his head closer to her and undulating her shoulders. Catch worked his fingers down to the zipper on the side of her skirt and undid it. Her skirt fell to the ground. Mrs. Colbert stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She was completely bare except for her bikini panties and golf shoes which she had previously untied. She stepped out of them and stood before him, awaiting his next move. 

Catch knelt down, and as he did his fingers caught in the waistband of her underwear and he pulled them down to her ankles. 

Mrs. Colbert shuddered as the crisp morning breeze licked at her body. 

Catch, noticing that she was shivering, wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her close to him. He nuzzled his face against the hairs of her cunt and blew over the lower part of her body. 

"Lie down, Elise." 

She got down on the blanket and stretched out. He nestled his head on her stomach and toyed with the hairs of her cunt with the tip of his tongue. The sweet odor of her femininity and the feel of her soft body so close to his made him feel wonderful. He lapped her cunt until she began mewing like a kitten. Then he turned her on her stomach. Catch began kissing the back of her neck and Mrs. Colbert groaned with delight. He bit her flesh, leaving tiny bite marks over her shoulders and down the line of her spine until he reached her still-firm buttocks. He clasped them in his hands and began squeezing and releasing them. Her flesh was white where she had been protected by her bathing suit. He kissed her on the left cheek and then on the right, drawing in with his mouth and leaving slight red marks. Suddenly he realized what he had done. 

"Oh, I'm sorry Elise, I've left marks. Your husband will ..." 

"Don't worry about my husband, Catch. We don't—well, that is, we don't have sex any more. He had a prostrate operation and he's unable to." 

"I'm sorry." 

"What's to be sorry about? We had a marvelous sexual relationship while we could and now that he is, well, incapacitated, we have a sort of understanding." 

"You mean this is all right." 

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that. I don't discuss it with him. It's a sort of an unspoken agreement between the two of us. I would never throw it up in Floyd's face. He's been too good to me. He's really a great husband in many ways and I certainly wouldn't do anything to hurt him." 

"You're a good woman, Elise." 

"I'm not so sure how good I am. You tell me." 

Catch responded by sliding his hands under her stomach and pulling her up to her knees. 

Mrs. Colbert got down on her elbows, reached between her legs and grabbed his thick cock. She pulled him closer, running the head of it over her moist slit and opened up to receive him. 

Catch dug his fingers into her hips and pushed forward, working his cock into the warm confines of her cunt. 

"Oh, Catch, it feels so good," she groaned. 

Catch started his rhythm slowly, wanting to enjoy Elise to the fullest. He eased his giant cock in and out of her cunt. With each stroke it became coated with her vaginal juices. He ran his hand down between her legs, rubbed his fingertips over his wet cockshaft then licked them clean. 

"You taste awful good, Elise." 

He dug his fingers into her buttocks and began hunching his cock into her as Mrs. Colbert pushed her cunt back against him. As Catch bore down on her, he forced his cock deeper into her cunt. The friction caused by the meeting of cunt and cock stimulated Catch to want to come quickly. Try as he might he couldn't hold himself back. 

"I'm afraid I'm getting close," he warned Mrs. Colbert. 

She smiled to herself, recognizing the impetuosity of youth and said, "hold it still for a moment, Catch." 

She placed her fingertips at the opening of her vagina which was engorged with his cock. She managed to work two of her fingers inside to her clitoris. She pinched and rolled the tiny organ until she was on his climactic wave length. 

"Now," she said softly, "let's go." 

Catch began slamming his cock between her buttocks and into her awaiting cunt. He glanced down and watched as it disappeared between her smooth white cheeks. He gripped her hips and rammed it in even harder. He threw back his head and let out a howl and his semen began filling up her cunt, overflowing and running down the insides of her legs. 

Mrs. Colbert had reached her climax just a second before he had his. She pressed her face against the blanket and muffled her cries of exultation. 

Catch lay down on top of her, his cock still embedded in her cunt. She loved the feeling as it slowly deflated inside her and slipped out. Catch lay on top of her for a long time. He was heavy, but she didn't mind. Mrs. Colbert liked the weight of a man's body on her. 

At a quarter to seven Catch got dressed and bid Mrs. Colbert goodbye. But not before promising to meet her the next morning for another "breakfast." 

Catch saw Mrs. Colbert practically every morning that he worked for the construction firm. Occasionally, she could get away on weekends and even more rarely in the evening. They would generally spend their time together in a motel room or somewhere along the shore. Catch's leaving for college didn't come too soon for Mrs. Colbert. She had feared for a long time that she was falling in love with a young man less than half her age, and on their last meeting together, after they had finished making love, Mrs. Colbert said to Catch, "I have something for you, Catch." She pointed to a branch on one of the bushes overhead. Hanging from the limb was a small gaily wrapped package which Catch hadn't noticed before. He stood up, seized the package and anxiously unwrapped it. 

Underneath the wrapping was a small black jeweler's case. He opened it. 

"It's to wear around your neck," she explained. "It's an Egyptian cross called the ANKH. It's supposed to bring good luck. Here, let me put it on for you." 

"It's gold," he said in amazement. 

"Of course it's gold, very good gold, too. Twenty-four carat." She hooked the chain around his neck and the cross rested between his pectoral muscles. 

"It's beautiful, Elise. I don't know what to say." 

"Don't say anything. Just wear it and may good luck come to you always." 

* * * 

Catch toyed with the amulet hanging around his neck. He had never taken it off and he was sure that it had brought him luck. He thought about all the women of his past. Rosalita, Miss Graves, Ima, Elise, particularly Elise, and all the others since then. How many had there been? Hundreds? Thousands probably. And now he'd worked his way up to Lila. 

He rarely saw his ladies again. His work kept him busy moving from hotel room to hotel room and city to city. Hell, he hadn't written his parents in months. He made a note to call them when he got back to the hotel. Catch had finished his report and it was good. But yet he was unsatisfied and felt empty. The report was a masterpiece of planning and he was proud of it, but there was no one there to share his pride. 

CHAPTER SIX 

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!" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Catch's beer and egg remedy, plus a full breakfast and a massive dosage of vitamin B-12, pulled him together. He collected his briefcase and at ten o'clock picked up his Porsche in the hotel garage. 

The morning air was bright and clean and Catch felt as if he could cope with anything. 

The meeting was set for ten-thirty in the Land Development Corporation building in downtown Houston. Traffic was lighter than Catch had expected and he arrived at the LDC building at ten-fifteen. The building was one of the largest skyscrapers in Houston and was constructed of steel and green tinted glass. 

Catch drove down the ramp to the underground parking lot and left it with the attendant. Then he took the elevator to the main floor. He crossed the beige marble hall to the private elevator which went directly to the offices of Dwyer, Keefe, Corson and Kelly. The elevator whooshed to a stop on the forty-fifth floor and Catch got out. 

The reception area was expansive and modern—white carpet, white walls and a variety of stark black and white modernistic paintings. The receptionist was an attractive, very human-looking young lady who looked out of place in the surroundings. Her name was Amy Simmons. She had the most beautiful shade of red hair that Catch had ever seen. It was brighter than auburn yet far from being carrot-top. Her skin, pink and pale, contrasted with bright mane of hair which surrounded her oval face. She got up as Catch crossed to her. 

"You must be Mr. Callahan," she said in a charming Texas drawl. 

"That's right, and you're ... ?" 

"Amy Simmons." 

"Your four bosses have good taste," remarked Catch. 

"Yes, it is an attractive reception room," replied Miss Simmons, guilelessly. 

"It wasn't the reception room I was talking about, Miss Simmons." 

The young girl blushed and shuffled papers on her desk. 

"I'm afraid none of the gentlemen are in yet, Mr. Callahan. Each of them called to say they'd be a little bit late for various reasons, but I'll be glad to show you into the conference room and make you a cup of coffee." 

"That would be very nice, Miss Simmons." 

The young woman unlocked one of the doors behind her and stepped aside for Catch to enter. She was wearing a pink frilly blouse and a tight white skirt which fit rather snugly over her well-formed buttocks. As Catch passed her he inhaled her light, clean fragrance. 

She shut the door then opened the drapes, revealing a marvelous view of the city of Houston. 

The office phone rang, and Miss Simmons picked it up in the conference room. "Yes? Yes, he's here now. Right. I'll tell him, Mr. Kelly." 

After she hung up she explained to Catch that the company limousine had just picked up the last of the four of them and they wouldn't be to the office for half an hour or forty-five minutes. 

"Well, I might as well have that coffee, Miss Simmons." 

The receptionist crossed to a richly paneled wall and opened a hidden door which led to an extensively stocked bar and kitchen area. 

"How did your work with the country club turn out?" she asked Catch, as she prepared the coffee. 

"Fine, if I can get them to accept it. I have my report right here in my briefcase." 

"I'm sure they will like it, Mr. Callahan: Mr. Kelly has great faith in you." 

Catch watched the receptionist carefully as she prepared the coffee. He was luxuriating in the well-formed lines of her body. 

What's wrong with me, Catch wondered. I must be becoming a satyr. You'd think sex would be the farthest thing from my mind after last night. 

"How do you take your coffee, Mr. Callahan?" 

"Black and sweet." 

"Two teaspoons of sugar enough?" 

"Make it three." 

Miss Simmons winced, but she added the sugar as directed. When Miss Simmons handed Catch the coffee, her fingertips touched his. She reacted by almost dropping the coffee cup. Some of the coffee slopped over into the saucer. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Callahan. Let me get a napkin." 

She does dig me, thought Catch, smiling to himself. 

She sponged up the excess liquid from the saucer and was about to turn and throw it away when Catch caught her by the wrist. 

"How long did you say they'd be, Miss Simmons?" 

"Why ... er ... I think around forty-five minutes, depending on the traffic." 

"That gives us plenty of time to get acquainted. It's not the length of time I'd like to have, but it will do." 

He pulled her toward him and slid his hand around her waist. "Mr. Callahan-I-" 

"Shut up, Miss Simmons," murmured Catch as he pressed his lips against hers. 

She surprised him by returning his kiss with unexpected passion. She slid out her tongue and pushed his lips apart, worming it inside his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the pink intruder and began sucking on it. His hands groped at her body. He felt her firm, high buttocks and squeezed them. Miss Simmons pushed against his chest and he could feel her nipples against his pectoral muscles. His cock began swelling to a throbbing hard-on as he held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his. 

Catch began fumbling with the buttons which went down the back of her blouse, and Miss Simmons began unbuttoning his shirt. In seconds, they were completely undressed. 

"Let me just lock the door and put the phone on automatic answer," said Miss Simmons. 

Catch watched her as she walked across the thick carpet. Her body was a knockout. She could have easily been a Playboy centerfold ... easily. He rubbed his hands over his pulsating prick and waited for her to return. 

As she walked back to him, her eyes were half-closed and her lips parted and open. She put her hand on the side of his face and gazed into his eyes. Her expression was at once serious and passionate. 

Catch felt a mounting arousal building up in his body as she pressed firmly against him, offering herself to the young man. He put his arms around her body and pulled her close, then he lowered his head to her breasts. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands and nuzzled his lips and nose between them. He squeezed their flesh and rubbed his cheeks against them. Then he took her right one into his mouth and sucked on it. Her response was immediate. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled his face closer to her breasts. He licked and chewed the nipple until it was as hard and then moved onto the next one and sucked it until its nipple was rigid. 

He moved his fingers down to her pussy and combed them through the downy auburn pubic hair which covered her cunt. The tips of his fingers worked inside her pussy lips. She pushed against him and began undulating her hips, driving her cunt against him until the tip of his finger touched her clitoris. She began whimpering. 

"Hurry, Catch, hurry!" 

"I hate to rush things, Amy, but ..." 

He lay her down on the conference table and got on top of her. He slid his arms around her waist and roiled her onto her back. He kissed her breasts once again and let his tongue trail down over her rib cage to her navel and dipped it inside. The warm, delicious-smelling perfume of her young body filled his nostrils. His lips against her satiny skin made his cock ache to be inside her. 

He felt the brush of her pubic hair against his chin and moved further down. He closed his eyes tight and rubbed his lips back and forth over the soft folds of her outer lips. 

Miss Simmons spread her legs further apart and her cunt opened up for him. He licked his lips, stuck out his tongue, and burrowed it into her pussy which was flowing freely with her juices. He began lapping the soft folds and digging his tongue in deeper until it touched her clitoris. 

Miss Simmons squealed and threw her arms out on the conference table to cling to either side. Catch lapped her cunt until he felt it was ready for penetration, then he climbed back into position. 

Her arms slid around his neck and she began biting and sucking at his chin as she surged against him. She threw her legs in the air and wrapped them around the small of his back, pulling him down on her. His cock had stiffened to a pulsating, granite-hard column of flesh. He ran his hands up and down her sides, savoring her smooth skin. 

"Please put it in me, Catch!" 

He wanted to wait for a few minutes before penetrating her. It would make it even sweeter. She began combing her fingers through his hair, gripping it, and pulled his face down to hers. She smashed her lips against his, opened up her mouth and began sucking them. As she did, she twisted her hips from side to side, rubbing her pussy against his cock. Catch couldn't wait any longer. He raised himself up and began working the head of his cock into her cunt. His cock slid in about halfway, and he squeezed his fingers between their bodies so that he could feel it entering her. He stuck his finger into her cunt and searched for her clitoris. 

Miss Simmons began moaning and pushed herself against him. Catch had managed to get his cock almost three-quarters of the way in when she began grunting with discomfort. 

"I think we'd better try it a different way," she said, with disappointment. "I'm sorry, but you're so big." 

"Any way you want it, Amy." 

They broke apart and she rolled over on her stomach and got up on her hands and knees. Catch got behind her and began rubbing the head of his cock over her moist slit. His cock slid in easily and after several strokes he was able to get it all inside. Amy arched her back deeply and his cock buried itself into her hot pussy and his stomach pressed against her buttocks. With each movement his balls slapped against her vulva. He put his hands on her waist and began dog-fucking her with quick, fast thrusts of his mammoth tool. 

Amy began writhing in front of him and wiggling her hips from side to side as she pushed back against him. Catch glanced nervously at the clock on the wall. It was eleven. The men would be coming any minute and so, he decided should he. He could feel his semen blooming inside him and plunged his cock in and out of her with abandon. 

Amy mewed with delight and met him thrust for thrust. He put his hands under her body and cupped her breasts as he fucked her with only one thought ... 

I've got to come before they do! 

The moans coming from Amy's throat were strained and becoming louder and louder. He fucked her even harder, titillating her clitoris with more rapidity. 

"Oh, Oh! I think I can take it the other way better, Catch." 

Oh shit' 

He hurriedly pulled his cock out of her. It was shiny with her pussy juice. He waited patiently while she rolled over on her back, then in one firm thrust he entered her again, this time all the way. 

She crushed her lips against his, sucking and biting at his tongue as she shoved against him. She wrapped one of her legs around his hips and groaned with satisfaction. He cupped her tight buttocks in his hand and began fucking her with long strokes. Then she moved her legs up even higher and her body began shuddering convulsively. 

"I'm coming, Catch, I'm coming!" 

The ecstatic feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy seized Catch and he began fucking her with tremendous lunges. She met his cock halfway with each stroke, and his balls slammed against her small, tight ass each time he thrust into her. She tightened her mouth around his tongue and he began spearing it in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that his cock was fucking her cunt. She continued to shake violently and went into her second orgasm. 

Catch ground his teeth together and let himself go. His semen burst into her. She cried with delight as she felt his thick come pouring into her body. She lurched up at him, using her pussy like a vise to wring the juice from his cock. Catch fell forward on top of her, completely expended, then suddenly he remembered ... 

The time! 

He looked up. 

"Jesus Christ, it's almost fifteen after." 

The two of them hurriedly got dressed and while Catch was downing his now-cold coffee, Miss Simmons unlocked the door. As she did, the four men stepped off the elevator to the reception room. 

"Sorry to have been held up, Miss Simmons," apologized Harry Dwyer. 

"That's all right, Mr. Dwyer. Mr. Callahan and I had an interesting conversation." 

"Good. Now, Miss Simmons, if you would be good enough to brew some coffee for myself and the rest of the boys, we'll get our meeting started. Please don't let anything interrupt it. Take whatever messages may come in and tell them we'll call them back." 

"Of course, Mr. Dwyer. I'll see to it that you're not disturbed." 

Catch was exchanging greetings with the other three men, Keefe, Corson and Kelly. 

"Looks like you've been working hard," remarked Kelly, noticing the fatigue on Catch's face. 

"I had a long night, Jerry," Callahan quickly replied, "putting the finishing touches on the report." 

"I'm anxious to hear all about it," remarked Bradley Corson, a tight-lipped man in his middle forties who was not as convinced of Callahan's credentials as the others were. 

Gerald Kelly went to the wall of the conference room closest to the table and pulled down a large detailed map depicting an aerial view of the Bayou Country Club. 

Catch opened his briefcase and took out his report on the country club, and as soon as everybody was comfortably seated in the stuffed chairs and had coffee and ashtrays before them, Catch began. 

Miss Simmons sat to his right, taking notes in shorthand on his report. 

"Gentlemen, the Bayou Country Club, in a word, is a disaster. I've made a study, and eighty-five percent of its members don't bother to attend the country club more than once a year for the annual dance. The fifteen percent who do attend the club make very little use of its facilities. 

"For example, the pool is generally empty and so are the tennis courts because the fifteen percent of the people who do use the club's facilities are afraid of getting cardiac arrest. The dining room does very little business. Of course I can't blame them, the food it atrocious, the service is lousy, and the decor is enough to make you throw up." 

"Isn't that a little strong?" said Corson. 

"Bradley, you, Ed, Harry and Jerry are paying me for my opinion find I'm giving it to you straight." 

"Continue, Catch," said Kelly. "Knock it off, Brad. Let's wait arid hear what he has to say. You've been there. It's got to be losing money for some reason." 

"The reasons I already mentioned," said Catch. "Of course the help is terrible. There's no reason to expect them to be good because too few people mean too few tips. Now for the good news. The country club is ideally located. It is in the heart of the big money suburbs. It's an attractive location, and the buildings, in spite of the decor, are sound and in good condition. I have all the figures here if you'll look on page three. It could be a swinging country club, that is pulling down a big profit. I think that this can be done at your original figure of a hundred thousand dollars. The only bad thing that I can think of is that new grouping of apartment houses that they're putting up next to the golf course. It's ruining the view." 

"What do you suggest, Catch?" asked Kelly. 

"Very simple, Jerry. We plant a row of Cyprus trees to block out the buildings. That saves the view." 

"But they'll squawk," complained Corson. "And that's the view that the people who are going to be renting the apartments want." 

"That's the kind of thinking which has kept the country club a jerkwater affair," said Catch, hotly. "Fuck their view! It's our property and we can do what we want to it. Nobody asked you guys whether or not they could build the buildings, did they?" 

"Catch is right," said Keefe. "The hell with the apartment buildings. Let's get those trees up. Go on, Catch." 

"Well gentlemen, what I'm proposing after several weeks of researching the subject, is quite a radical change." 

"How radical?" asked Corson. 

"Just this radical. Bradley, I propose that membership be made available to single people." 

Corson shifted uneasily in his seat. 

"Wait, let me explain. Up until now you've only allowed married couples and members of families to join this country club. Gentlemen, that hasn't worked, it will not work. Young people want to be with young people, and a lot of them aren't getting married anymore. They want to go places where they can meet other unmarried people, and it sure as hell isn't the Bayou Country Club. I recommend that we get some snappy decorator in there, and at a minimal fee redo some of those dreary rooms. I would say that without a doubt most of the help should go, particularly the chef. The food's horrible. What they need is something that includes a lot of fast light-weight things like salads, burgers, steaks. All the young people are on diets. Maybe set up a yogurt bar with stools so that those in a hurry can eat without going through all the hoopla of sitting down in the dining room. The new help should be young, attractive and on their toes. We ought to get a couple of beefy, good-looking lifeguard's. We've got to get rid of that little faggot who's working there now. He won't attract anything but fruit flies." 

"But ... but ..." Corson sputtered, "that's the son of one of our prominent members." 

"I don't give a rat's ass. He's a faggot and I don't have anything against faggots in particular but they attract other faggots, and that's not the kind of club you want. I propose we build a few more tennis courts, even if we have to cut into the golf course. Golf is an old man's game. The young people like tennis. I think we ought to do some advertising, have a couple of sexy girls and one of our new he-man lifeguards pose by the pool. That'll draw people. Gentlemen, you can sell shit if you advertise it right. I also propose that you enlarge the parking lot. You're going to need the space if you accept this report. That's all I have to say, gentlemen, the facts and figures are there for you to look at. I've been paid for my work, you have it. It's up to you to decide what you want to do with it." 

"Catch, would you mind waiting outside while we discuss this?" said Kelly. 

"Not at all." 

Catch left the conference room and went out to the reception room. He sat down and read a magazine but couldn't keep his mind on the printed page. The reception room still smelled of Miss Simmons' cologne. He'd wished that they hadn't been so rushed. If things went well he decided he would ask her out for dinner that night to celebrate. 

Inside the conference room the men were heatedly discussing Catch's proposals. Dwyer, Keefe and Kelly were accepting them right down the line. The only problem was Corson, who was a bit of a conservative. 

At last, Kelly, exasperated, said, "Look, Brad, if you don't want to go along with the ideas that Catch has, then I suggest the three of us buy out your interest in the country club and let it go at that." 

Corson considered. He was too smart a businessman to let the opportunity pass him by. "All right," he said finally, "I'm in. I'll do what the majority decides." 

"I thought you'd come around," said Kelly, with a smile. Kelly went to the door and yelled for Catch to come in. 

"Catch, we've decided to accept your proposal, and a very good proposal it is, if I may say so." 

"Well, gentlemen, I guess my work's finished." 

"We'd like it if you'd stay on for awhile, Catch, on full salary of course, and oversee some of the changes that are going to be made," asked Kelly. 

"Well, I ..." 

"We'd appreciate it very much if you did," said Keefe, "and if things turn out the way we hope there will be a large bonus for you." 

"Very well, gentlemen, I'll stay." 

The meeting broke up. On his way out, Catch stopped by Miss Simmons' desk. She looked up and smiled. 

"I thought your report was smashing, Mr. Callahan." 

"I think you're smashing, Miss Simmons. How about dinner tonight?" 

She looked distressed. Catch was confused. Was he losing his touch? 

"I'm sorry, Catch, I can't. You see I use my maiden name for business. I'm married ... to Mr. Corson." 

"Enough said," replied Catch, and went to ring for the elevator. Miss Simmons got up and went to where he was standing and whispered, "I appreciate your offer. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this morning." 

"I did too, Amy." 

She glanced nervously at the closed door of the conference room and hurriedly kissed him on the lips. 

"Come early for a meeting again sometime, Catch." 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

The Bayou Country Club was closed for repairs for a month. All the help except for a few guards were let go. The company which was building the apartment buildings next to the golf course protested when the trees began to be planted. They sought a court injunction but couldn't stop the land development corporation for doing what they wished with their own property. 

Catch's first problem was finding a decorator that he liked to plan the decor for the new look he wanted for the Bayou Country Club. He visited showrooms and held interviews but he couldn't find what he wanted. One afternoon, he was passing Harrow's Department Store and happened to look in the windows. He was struck by the "now" look of the windows. He went inside and inquired in the office who was responsible. 

The manager informed him that the windows were designed by a freelance decorator by the name of Starlyn Heywood. He got Miss Heywood's phone number and called for an appointment. She sounded young, earnest, and definitely interested in the job. 

Around five o'clock he drove to her apartment and rang the bell. He walked up the three flights to the top floor of the Townhouse. Miss Heywood was waiting at the door. Catch did a double take when he saw her. She was a beautiful, raven-haired woman with a figure to match. She was wearing slacks and a man's shirt and there was a smudge of paint on her pretty cheek. 

"Come in, Mr. Callahan. I was just doing some work." 

Her apartment was small but tastefully furnished in a mixture of styles. 

"May I offer you a drink?" she asked. 

"A Scotch on the rocks will be fine." 

"I think I'll have one too." 

She went into the kitchen to pour the drinks. From where he was sitting he noticed that she used Dewars. 

Good taste all the way! 

After giving him his drink she sat down facing him. "I was surprised to get your call, Mr. Callahan. I didn't even know the Bayou Country Club still existed. You never hear about it." 

"Well they're going to hear about it, Miss Heywood." 

They clicked their glasses together and Miss Heywood continued. 

"I've really done very little decorating except for a few store windows and an apartment or two. I've just graduated, and I guess this will be my first big job. Harrow's certainly is a good credit for me, but it doesn't pay all that much, and I only get to do their windows once a month." 

"I liked what you did, Miss Heywood. I think you've got verve and imagination. That's what we're looking for." 

Miss Heywood listened as Catch explained his concept of the new decor for the country club, ending with, "the only problem, Miss Heywood, is we can't spend a fantastic amount of money. You're going to have to do it on imagination and hard work." 

"That's the way I work best, Mr. Callahan. It's easy to make something good by spending a lot of cash. But it's much more of a challenge to make something look terrific on a limited budget. The sooner I see the country club, the sooner I know what the rooms look like presently, the sooner I'll be able to get to work." 

"What about now?" 

"Just let me freshen up and I'll be with you in a moment. Is your drink all right?" 

"Perfect. My favorite brand of Scotch." 

"Good. I started off on the right foot." 

By the time Catch had finished his drink, she had reappeared. She brushed her hair, put on a fresh coat of makeup and changed into a print blouse and a wraparound denim skirt. 

On their way to the country club Catch told Miss Heywood about the advertising campaign he was planning to recruit the so-called "swinging singles" into membership. 

"How stiff is the membership going to be?" she asked. "I like to think of myself as a swinging single but it's difficult to meet the right kind of men at bars. If it's not too expensive perhaps I may end up doing it." 

"Miss Heywood, if you do a bang-up job I'll make sure you get a lifetime membership for nothing." 

"Well, thanks, Mr. Callahan." 

"Why don't we dispense with the last names since we're going to be working together. My first name, or rather my nickname, is Catch." 

"Call me Starlyn." 

"That's an unusual name." 

"My parents believed they had an unusual child and so they named me according." 

As they drove up the driveway leading to the country club, Starlyn remarked, "it's perfectly beautiful. I can't understand why it should be having financial problems." 

"It's not the place, it's the clientele, Starlyn. The place has become like an old folks' home. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly not against old people, just let us say the particular people who have run things are very dull. You know the type. Middle-aged dowagers with too much money. Alcoholic old men who never had to work a day in their lives, and the like. It doesn't make for a fun place." 

"All that will change." 

They got out of the car and were greeted by one of the young guards Catch had hired to keep an eye on the grounds. 

"Hi, Jake. I'm going to show Miss Heywood around the club." 

"Do you need anything unlocked, Mr. Callahan?" 

"No thanks, Jake, I've got my keys." 

Catch opened the front doors of the country club • and went to the main light board and turned on all the lights in all the rooms. After a quick tour they went into the bar. Catch fixed them both a drink and asked, "well, what do you think?" 

"It's really not so bad, Catch," she replied. "Architecturally, it's sound and I think it can be done cheaply. In most cases just a fresh coat of paint and having the Salvation Army pick up some of that horrid furniture. The building is well laid out. I think if you get rid of these tables there will be plenty of room in here for a disco, and it needn't cost all that much, just some good lighting and some groovy bartenders." 

She began making quick sketches on the pad she'd brought along with her. 

"I think we'll have to keep the decor light and airy and not go against the feeling of the building itself with a very modern look. I had in mind lots of rattan and plants. It's cheap, it's simple, and it's very effective. I'll make some sketches for you so you can visualize it better." 

"I know the look you mean. Sort of Casablanca-like?" 

"That's right. Play it again, Sam." 

"How about a refill, Starlyn?" 

"I wouldn't mind, Catch. You know you'd make a very good bartender." 

"One of my earliest ambitions." 

"What happened along the way?" 

"I decided to make money instead." 

Catch sat down on the bar stool next to Starlyn and clinked his glass against hers. "Here's to joining our forces." 

She smiled and said, "oh, is that part of my contract?" 

"No," he replied, looking into her great dark eyes. "It's a matter of choice." 

Catch gazed around the room. Chairs were stacked on top of the tables and the place had a lonesome feeling, as if it had been abandoned. He set down his drink and let his hand come to rest on Starlyn's lap. She didn't move, but he could hear that she'd begun breathing faster. He slid his hand down to her knee and was surprised to find it bare. Her wraparound skirt had come open. 

He massaged his fingers into the surface of her knee and began moving his hand up the inside of her thigh. Starlyn leaned her head against his shoulder and stroked Catch's chin. 

"Are you sure the guard stays outside?" 

"He'd have no reason to come in here." 

He let his lips brush against the side of her face and she turned her head toward him. They could feel one another's vibrations and they were good. Catch wrapped his arms around her shoulders and stroked her hair as he continued to fondle her thigh. He pulled her closer and moved his lips along the side of her face and he kissed her throat, letting the tip of his tongue trail out of his mouth. 

Starlyn's body quivered as he pressed his lips against her hair and touched his tongue to her ear. 

"I don't want you to think I'm an easy woman," said Starlyn. Her voice was low and shaky. 

"Well, I'm an easy man. You can have me if you play your cards right," he said jokingly. 

"I'm no good at cards, Catch." 

"What are you good at, Starlyn, besides decorating any room you walk into?" 

"That's sweet." She pressed her lips against his and kissed him lightly. Then she began tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of her tongue. 

Catch parted his lips and his tongue met hers. They stabbed out at each other in a warm, damp struggle. He slid his tongue deep into her mouth, and her tongue wrapped around it and caressed it. Suddenly she got up from the bar stool and walked away from him a few feet. 

"I don't want to jeopardize my job, Catch. This means a lot to me." 

"I never mix business with pleasure," he replied. He got up and followed her to where she was standing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her chin. There was a warm, shining glow in her eyes and an expression of anxiety on her face. 

He slid his hands up to her breasts and cupped them, and touched his lips against the side of her neck. Starlyn sighed softly and pushed against him. Catch's cock began to stiffen into an erection as he pressed it against the curve of her hips. He moved one of his hands down her stomach and tugged at her blouse. It came out of the waistband of her skirt and he slid his hand inside it, feeling her smooth skin. 

He ran his hand back and forth across her stomach, and then moved it higher, towards her breasts. Starlyn wasn't wearing a bra, which didn't surprise him. While he was massaging her tits, Starlyn undid the wraparound skirt and it dropped to the floor. Catch glanced down in surprise. 

"I'm just trying to help you," she breathed. 

He wormed his hand under her panties and cupped her pussy. He dragged the tips of his fingers back and forth over her vulva. Starlyn trembled as she leaned against him and clasped his cock through the fabric of his pants. She uttered a tiny shudder of delight as she felt the mammoth shaft of flesh. 

Suddenly they began kissing each other all over the face and neck. Catch knew that there were more comfortable places in the country club to make love, but they were both so hot that it had to be then and there. 

Still kissing her, he managed to get out of his clothes until both "of them were completely naked except for Starlyn's delicate wisp of underwear ... her panties. 

"Turn around," Catch said huskily, and leaned against the table. 

Starlyn did as she was told. 

He put his thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down. As he did he kissed her smooth buttocks lightly. Starlyn's legs were shapely, long and supple, and Catch liked that. He stood back up, put his arms around her waist. 

Starlyn braced herself as she bent over the table. She pushed the chairs forward and rested her head on her forearms. Then she spread her legs wide apart and arched her back in a deep curve. 

"I'm ready, Catch." The red lights of the bar spilled across her curvaceous form. Catch found himself trembling as he pressed against her. He began massaging her breasts with one hand as he slid the other down to feel her pussy. He spread her vulva apart with his fingers and began running the head of his cock over it. When the swollen head of his prick touched her clitoris he eased the tip inside her cunt. Starlyn arched her back even deeper, presenting her pussy to him. Gently, he slid the head inside. 

Starlyn began shaking all over as his cock penetrated her, eased several inches into her moist cavern, then began rocking his hips back and forth, easing more of it into her. Starlyn spread her legs even further apart and braced herself more firmly against the table as she began thrusting back against him. Meanwhile his hands were busy, feeling her thighs, buttocks and breasts, while his cock steadily drove deeper into her. 

"Oh, Catch, it feels so good," she sighed. 

When his cock was almost all the way in he put his hands on her waist and held her fast as he began fucking her with swift strokes of his cock. The sensation of his prick sliding into her pulsating pussy and the sight of the beautiful woman bent over the table in front of him made his enjoyment more intense. 

Outside, Jake, the young muscular guard's attention was drawn to the far end of the country club. He heard something moving among the bushes. He withdrew his .38 and quietly crept over the lawn towards it. He held his breath and listened. 

Again the sound. Almost so faint as to be disconcertable. Slowly he approached the clump of bushes. Suddenly there was a flurry of movement as a jack rabbit jumped out of the foliage and hopped off in the direction of the golf course. 

"Whew!" Jake said, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was just about to turn and go when his eyes fell upon the window of the bar. 

"I'll be damned. He's fucking her." 

Jake eased through the shrubbery until he was flat against the wall of the country club. He stared through the small narrow slit of a window which overlooked the bar inside. 

"Jesus Christ, look at the size of that cock!" 

Unconsciously, Jake moved his hand down to his crotch and began squeezing and releasing his cock which was beginning to grow hard inside his pants. 

Jake Mitchell was a stocky man with a bull neck, square jaw and shoulders as wide as a door. He was good-looking in a rough sort of way and could have had any number of young women who made themselves available to him. But Jake Mitchell was married, was very much in love, and he was a Catholic. However, that didn't deter his active fantasy life. 

His eyes bulged as he watched the sex scene between Starlyn and Catch. He unzipped his fly and took his uncircumcised cock out and began stroking it. When it was about half hard, he spit in his hand and massaged it over the head of it, easing the foreskin back so that he could get extra stimulation. 

Catch was moving quickly, driving his cock all the way into Starlyn's cunt. She moaned softly as she surged back against him. He slid one hand down under her and began to manipulate her clitoris with the tip of his finger. 

The moans coming from her throat became louder and more demanding as Starlyn neared her climax. He fucked her harder and worked over her clitoris more firmly, hoping that she would reach an orgasm. After a while he decided that for some reason or other, perhaps it was the position, that it wasn't enough to make her reach orgasm. 

Suddenly, Catch pulled his cock out of Starlyn and lifted her up and turned her around. Starlyn leaned back against the chairs as she watched him. Her face was flushed and drawn with passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slid his cock back into her pussy. She quickly wrapped her thighs around him and began thrusting forward as he started fucking her once again. 

"Jesus, Jesus," Jake moaned as he watched the switch take place. I wish that were me in there. I'd give her a good time, all right. As Jake stroked his cock his fantasies began to take over and the scene was played in a slightly different manner ... 

* * * 

The sound of the rabbit hadn't disturbed him but the loud groans which were issuing from within the country club did. Jake hurried across the lawn and looked into the window. He saw Callahan and the girl fucking. He pressed his face against the window and Starlyn looked up. She saw him staring at them and she alerted Catch. They began talking between themselves and then they broke apart. 

Starlyn stood staring at him, her legs spread wide apart, her cunt gaping open and dripping with juice. She motioned for him to come in. Jake glanced uneasily at Catch but Catch didn't discourage it. 

He walked across the floor to the window. Jake could not help but notice the giant cock which swung between his legs, glistening and shiny with Starlyn's secretions. Catch opened the window and said, "Why don't you come in and join us, old buddy? There's enough to go around. Don't stand out there in the bushes with your dick hanging out. Come inside where you can put it in something warm." 

"I'll be right in," Jake replied as coolly as possible. 

As soon as he was out of sight he broke into a run and hurried into the bar. They were both standing there, having a drink and waiting for him. 

"Hmmm, he's handsome," Starlyn murmured as she crossed the floor to Jake. She put one hand behind his head and drew his face to hers and kissed him. With the other, she unzipped his fly and grabbed his cock. "Nice equipment," she whispered against his lips. "Now take off your clothes and let's see how you're built." 

Jake stripped out of his uniform and stood naked facing the other two. Starlyn glanced at Catch who gave her a signal with his eyes. She moved closer to Jake, took his cock in both her hands and knelt to the floor. Then she began covering his cock and balls with tiny little kisses, making his flesh tingle with excitement. She pulled his foreskin forward until it resembled a tiny little flower of flesh. Then she dug her tongue into the center of it and began licking. Her lips engulfed the entire head of his cock. When it was wet and slippery, she pushed back the foreskin and began sucking on the sensitive cockhead. 

Catch had come over to stand behind Starlyn. He began rubbing his cock and balls over the back of her head. 

"That's it baby, suck his cock! Suck it good!" 

Starlyn opened her mouth wider and more of Jake's thick prick disappeared between her glistening lips until she had the entire thing lodged down her throat. She cupped his heavy balls in her hand and began squeezing them, gently pinching the pink flesh with her fingers. She slid one of her hands between his legs and began exploring his buttocks. She ran her finger down the crack of his ass and let it come to rest upon his asshole. 

Jake wiggled his buttocks against her finger and it slid inside. He began bucking his hips back and forth, fucking himself on her finger and jamming his cock down her hot eager throat. 

"Give his nuts a suck, Starlyn," Catch urged. 

She let Jake's thick cock slide out of her mouth, pressed it up against his stomach with her face and began licking the velvety flesh which encased his egg-like balls. She sucked one of them inside her mouth and began chewing on the sac. Then using her fingers, she stuffed the other one in her mouth, taking its place beside its mate. 

Jake began rubbing his cock over her face, his cock, which was still wet from her warm saliva. 

Starlyn, tired of sucking his balls, let them slip from her mouth and pushed her hands against the inside of Jake's thighs, signaling him to spread his legs further apart. 

Jake savored the softness of Starlyn's heavy black hair between his legs. Her tresses caressed his buttocks, his heavy testicles, and the underside of his cock. 

Starlyn moved her head slowly back and forth, stroking his sensitive areas with her raven hair. Then she threw back her head, stuck out her tongue and trailed it under his balls between his legs. She slid her hands between his legs and clasped his buttocks, massaging them as she rubbed her face against his balls. 

"Eat his ass," said Catch. "Go on, Jake. Turn around. She'll do it." Jake swung around so that his buttocks were against her face. 

Starlyn chewed lightly on the fine hair which covered the cheeks of his ass. 

"Bend over," Catch said, and pushed Jake on the back. 

He braced his hands on the floor. She trailed her tongue down between his muscular buttocks. She pulled his cheeks apart, buried her face between them and pressed her lips against the soft opening of his ass, kissing it noisily. She ran her tongue around it before spearing it inside. 

Catch watched her work and groaned with excitement. 

Starlyn reached her hand through Jake's legs and jerked on his cock, using the same rhythm with which she was sucking his ass. 

The blood rushed to Jake's head and he felt like he was going to pass out. Just in time, Starlyn asked him to stand up and turn around again. His thighs and calves ached. She put her finger where her tongue had been and coated his cock with saliva. Using her hand, she jerked on it. 

"I'm commmming!" Jake shouted. His thick white load shot out of the head of his cock. The first spurt landed on Starlyn's cheek. She opened her mouth. Two more jets of come found their way into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his climaxing cock and sucked on it as she fucked his ass with her finger. 

The image of Starlyn's face disappeared and Jake was left with a handful of come. He shook his head and realized that he was still in the bushes and not inside. He dug into his pocket for a handkerchief, wiped off his hand and his cock, then he looked back into the window of the bar. 

Jake sighed, sorry that his fantasy hadn't been reality. But still, it had been good. He watched for a little while longer, then got bored and sauntered down the gravel path to check the grounds. 

The table began shaking and the entire bar was filled with Starlyn's cries of pleasure. Catch was plummeting his cock in and out of her slippery hole with the speed of lightning. Starlyn's dark hair swung from side to side as Catch worked her into orgasm. She squealed so loud that he half expected the glasses on the bar to shatter. While she was still at her peak he concentrated and let himself go. His climax rushed into her flushing vagina, filling it and overflowing. 

When he was at last expended, he carefully lowered her to the floor. His soft cock slid out of her cunt. 

"Jesus, that was hard on my thighs." 

"Not the most comfortable way to have sex, Catch, but by far the most satisfying I've had in a long time." 

"A long time?" 

"A long, long time." 

Starlyn excused herself to go to the rest room and Catch did a full turn as he looked around the bar. 

"Well, I guess that's the way to christen the place!" 

CHAPTER NINE 

Two days later Starlyn met with Catch and the poor gentleman who owned the Land Development Corporation and showed them her sketches for the new design of the Bayou Country Club. Accompanying the sketches were swatches of fabrics and other samples. 

Starlyn and Catch had met earlier and the cost of renovating each room had been approximated. 

"My God, these are good," said Kelly to the young decorator. 

"Thank you, Mr. Kelly. I think they're going to be very appealing to a younger group." 

"I particularly like this, gentlemen," said Catch, thrusting a sketch of the bar across the conference table. Starlyn had redesigned the bar along the lines of the set of Rick's bar for the movie "Casablanca." The walls were white stucco. Ceiling fans would turn slowly. 

Palm trees and shutters completed the look, along with black and white tiles on the bar and the dancing floors. In one corner she depicted a white Baby Grand piano. 

"That piano is going to be an expensive item," remarked the ever-pessimistic Corson. 

"Not really," explained Starlyn. "The piano is there, it's in fairly good shape." 

"Of course it is," exclaimed Keefe. "It hasn't been played in years." 

"And I have a friend who is an expert at refinishing things and he'll ..." 

"I know," said Corson, "do it for a song." 

"Wrong," laughed Starlyn. "A chorus of eight bars is enough." 

The dance floor was separated from the bar by glass partitions which would help keep down the noise. On the glass an art deco leaf-like motif was indicated. 

"You see," explained Starlyn, "nothing much has to be done to the dance floor with the exception of tiling it and getting some lighting effects and having some pre-recorded disco music." 

"How about the cost of having someone play the tapes?" asked Corson. 

"We thought of that," replied Catch. "The bartender can stack the tape decks and take care of that." 

They spent the rest of the morning going over the different sketches, pausing only to convince Corson that their course was correct. 

At the end of the meeting, Dwyer stood up and said, "I'd like to propose a toast to the two of you. You are going to make us rich!" 

Miss Simmons produced a bottle of champagne and glasses and a toast was drunk to the success of the Bayou Country Club. 

After the meeting, Starlyn and Catch went to the advertising agency which was going to handle the publicity for the club. 

Starlyn and Catch walked the few blocks it took to get to the greystone building, a structure which catered to advertising agencies. Catch, after much deliberation, had decided to give the account to a small local agency called Reuben Reuben, rather than to a southwest subsidiary of J. Walter Thompson or BBD&O He was impressed with the owner of Reuben Reuben, a young energetic man named Reuben Slater, who not only gave Catch a better price for the agency's services, but seemed truly interested in the project. 

When they arrived at the agency they were shown into Slater's office. The young man had forsaken his desk and was sitting at a drawing board. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and there were smudges on his face. 

He jumped up to greet them. "Hi Catch, hi Starlyn. How about some coffee? I've been here since eight o'clock this morning working on these things. I had one of my visions during the night. I think you're going to love the layouts." 

"Coffee would be fine, Reuben, we'll help ourselves," said Catch. 

"I'm so anxious to see your layouts, Reuben," said Starlyn. "I think Catch made a good choice of your agency." 

"Thanks. I hope so." 

After getting their coffee they gathered around the drawing board and Reuben displayed his work. 

"These are just charcoal sketches, of course, but I think you can visualize what the photos would look like. First, a series of spot ads which would be released prior to the initial campaign. The slogan will be "Release Your Inhibitions!" and as you can see I have three very youth-oriented sketches." 

The sketches portrayed a young couple doing the hustle; three young people, two men and a woman, splashing in the pool; and a group of people talking animatedly at the bar. 

"Those are great, Reuben," said Catch. "I just want to make sure we get young, attractive, hot-looking models." 

"I know where to find them, Catch. I've also been working on a logo for the place. Something really spiffy. What do you think of it?" 

Slater held up a sketch of the logo. The type was fat, bold and sensuous. 

"It's terrific," commented Starlyn. "Almost erotic." 

"That was the idea," smiled Slater. "Now, to the big ads. You said you wanted something for a two-page spread which would be released to the local newspapers and magazines. You see on the left-hand page a black background and cut-out cubes. Inside those cubes, heads of attractive models but not happy looking. The type reads, "Being single and alone," and the type of the next page reads, "Then there's being single and together!" 

The sketch depicted the five separated people playing some sort of party game involving passing oranges from under one's chin to another. They were laughing, well dressed and looked like they were having one hell of a time. 

"It's exactly what I wanted, Reuben," said Catch, as he initialed the ads. "Now get on it as quickly as possible. I want the main two-page ads to start in two weeks, so we've got to get the others scattered about the media, titillating the imagination of the public." 

"Oh, by the way, Catch," said Reuben. "A friend of mine who's the editor of Wide Open Spaces just got wind of the project. He wants to do an interview and a big expensive spread." 

"That's great, but what's Wide Open Spaces?" 

"It's sort of a society-oriented magazine which is distributed throughout the Southwest." 

"It's a very good magazine," said Starlyn. 

"Then have your friend give me a call, Reuben, and thanks for everything. I knew you'd do the best job and I'm always happy when my instincts are right." 

When they were back on the streets, Starlyn asked Catch, "did you really think they were great?" 

"Sure I did. I don't jerk off with my mouth. The guy's hit it right between the eyes. I'm sure we'll be inundated with memberships. How about taking a drive out to the club, Starlyn? We'll see how things are coming." 

"I'd love to ... see how things are coming." She fluttered her thick, coal-black lashes. 

"I imagine it's going to be a little crowded at the country club today for any kind of carrying on." 

"How about my place later, Catch? I could whip us up a little dinner, crack open a bottle or two of Blue Nun, and we can see what happens." 

"You know what happens to me, Starlyn, when you start giving me smoldering looks." 

Catch grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into the doorway. He kissed her warmly on the lips and pressed his pelvis against hers. Starlyn could feel his prick pulsating in his pants. 

"Fuck the Blue Nun. We'll have champagne." 

Catch parked on the driveway leading to the Bayou Country Club since the workmen were at work expanding the parking lot. He and Starlyn walked to the front of the building. Everything was getting a fresh coat of paint and next to the entrance to the driveway was a large sign which was being lettered by an artist. Catch caught him before he finished filling in the letters. 

"There's no use doing that, old-timer. We've got a new logo coming." 

The old man looked distressed. 

"Don't worry. You'll get paid for your time. I'll have the logo sent off to you tomorrow." 

"Yes sir, Mr. Callahan." 

The entrance hall and all the rooms throughout the country club were being covered with black and white tiles that looked like marble. "They have a permanent finish, Catch. No waxing and the price was terrific," Starlyn was saying. "Now come into the different game rooms and I'll show you around." 

Starlyn had used most of the existing furniture in the different game rooms but had arranged it in such a way, blending in with her original designs, that instead of seeming staid and cold, the rooms now had the warmth of invitation and intimacy. 

"You'll notice I designed all the lights to flatter the skin tones." 

"You should have done that for the old members," laughed Catch. 

"Just wait until you see what I've done to the old greenhouse. Follow me." 

Starlyn took Catch's hand and led him through the country club. Attached to the original country club was a gigantic greenhouse which in days past had once been used to grow orchids and other exotic flowers to use as table settings for tea dances. 

The greenhouse was quite large and almost a story and a half high. When the popularity of the club had decreased, the door to the greenhouse had been locked and the few remaining plants were left to die. 

Starlyn had the entire greenhouse cleared out. The broken panes were repaired and cleaned and the floor tiled. 

When they entered, various men in overalls were arranging giant palms, fern, bamboo and other exotic plants in large white ceramic pots around the room. 

"Incredible," remarked Catch. "What a difference it makes. It's going to be beautiful." 

"I want to hang a lot of plants from the ceiling and string an arrangement of tiny bead lights just above them. That way, when we don't have stars at night so big and bright, we can have them artificially. There's room for a bandstand down there. I found those gilt chairs at a restaurant which was going out of business and I bought them ..." 

"I know," Catch laughed. "For a song." 

"I think it will make a marvelous place for formal dances and special events." 

"It's really elegant, Starlyn. I couldn't really imagine what you had in mind." 

"I'm glad you trusted me enough to go ahead with it." 

"How soon will it be completed? When that magazine, what's its name?" 

"Wide Open Spaces" 

"When they interview us I'd like to have this serve as a backdrop." 

"There really isn't much more work to do on it, Catch. I found some interesting granite and marble statues which I want to set around here and there. They're very funky and very camp, in keeping with the room." 

They stayed at the country club until nearly six o'clock then drove back into the city to Starlyn's apartment. 

"Anything we need to pick up from the store?" 

"I've got it all," replied Starlyn. "As a matter of fact everything's already made. I did the salad this morning and I'm making veal picata." 

"Mmm, one of my favorite dishes, besides you." 

Starlyn shut the door and turned on the lights and stereo. 

"I feel like a bath before dinner. It's been a long, hot day." 

"I'd like one, too." 

"Then why don't you join me?" 

They took off their clothes and hung them up. Catch grabbed Starlyn around the waist and pulled her toward him. He kissed her on the tip of the nose. 

"You're a very accommodating hostess." 

"Let me show you how accommodating I can be." 

She wrapped her fingers around his huge cock and led him into the bathroom. 

Catch, who hadn't been in Starlyn's bathroom before, was surprised by its size. The walls were white stucco and in the center of the room was a large sunken tub. Above the tub was a skylight from which baskets of plants hung. The tub was more than large enough for two. 

"You surprise me," said Catch. "I didn't quite expect this." 

"I had a boyfriend who was a very handy construction worker. He built it for me. Of course the owners of the building don't know anything about it." 

Starlyn started the water in the tub and added a dollop of bath oil. 

"You know something, Catch? You've just given me an idea. Later, after the club's open, I think we're going to install some of these things in the new gym I have planned." 

"Oh, you didn't mention a gym before." 

"Didn't I? I meant to. I figured that the young singles are also diet conscious and body conscious and we ought to have one. Co-educational of course." 

"The same with the tubs?" she asked. 

"Why not? It would be a great way for people to meet each other." 

The tub was nearly full. The water was tinted a turquoise blue by the bath oil. 

"Be careful of the tiles," Starlyn cautioned. "The oil makes them slippery." 

There was a steep flight of stairs at one end of the tub which led down into the water. Catch went in first and Starlyn joined him. 

"How's the water, Catch?" 

"Perfect. Not too hot and not too cold." 

Starlyn picked up a large natural sponge and rubbed it over a cake of soap. Then she began washing Catch's muscular chest. 

"This is better than a geisha house." 

"Ah so." 

Once she had completed his chest she dipped her hands into the water and scrubbed his half-hard cock and heavy balls. 

Catch turned around and she washed his back. Then he took the sponge from her and returned the favor, pausing to work his fingers in and out of her cunt. His fingertips touched her clitoris and Starlyn reacted immediately. 

"I don't think I can wait until after dinner, Catch." 

"Why wait?" 

He pushed his body against hers. Their flesh was slick from the bath oil and the contact of skin against skin was incredibly exciting. 

Starlyn's lips opened eagerly when Catch kissed her. She pulled and tugged at his tongue as he slid it into her mouth. Starlyn's breath was mint-sweet. His tongue probed at the sides of her mouth and over the edges of her teeth. He cupped her naked breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently. Her skin glistened from the bath oil and was slightly slippery. 

He let go of her left breast and ran his right hand down her back and felt her buttocks. She pushed against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Catch let go of the other breast and began running his fingers through her hair. The tips were wet from the water. He'd never felt such luxurious hair before in his life. It was like ebony silk threads. They held onto each other for a long time in a torrid, passionate embrace. Finally they parted. Their chests were heaving as they gasped for air. 

"Oh, Catch," Starlyn hissed between clenched teeth. "I want you so badly." 

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she cuddled her head against his damp chest. He tipped her chin up and kissed her once again. Her lips were wet with their mingled saliva. 

When they parted she said, "We'd better get out of the tub. I'm afraid my ex-boyfriend made it too deep for much carrying on, unless you like to do it under water." 

"I'll never be able to hold my breath that long, if I do what I want to do with you, Starlyn." 

They climbed out of the tub and lay down on the thick shag rug next to it. Catch cradled her face in his hands. 

"You're so beautiful, Starlyn, you could make a corpse get an erection." 

She squeezed his cock. "I want to see what you're talking about." 

She moved herself down until her face was next to his stomach. She began licking his skin and squeezing his cock. She ran her fingertips up and down his stomach and laced them through his pubic hair. Then she moved her hand down to his balls, cupped them in her hand and squeezed them firmly. Catch groaned as she began moving her hand up and down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm. 

The bath oil acted like a new lubricant and Catch had to reach down and stop her. He was afraid he was going to come. 

Starlyn moved down a bit further. Her pink tongue slipped between her lips and she began caressing his cock and balls with the tip of it. 

Her black hair spilled across his thighs as she pressed her lips against the base of his cock. Her tongue slid out and flicked the underneath side as she slowly moved it up to the head, leaving a small trail of saliva behind. She licked the tip of his cock with her tongue and accompanied her licks with gentle squeezes of his balls. 

She opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside, holding it fast between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She forced her head downward on it. She kept moving down until the head of his cock was touching the head of her throat. Then she pulled her head back up and exerted a strong sucking pressure as she did. 

Catch lifted himself to his elbows and looked down at the beautiful woman who was sucking his cock. 

"I'm getting too close, Starlyn." She looked up at him and smiled as she pulled her lips away from his cock. He bent over to kiss her. She opened her mouth wide as her hot, damp lips tugged at his. 

"That's all right. I want you to come this way, Catch. The first time, in any case." 

"Whatever you say." 

She lowered her head toward his cock once again and wrapped her fingers around the base of it. She gathered his balls in her other hand and opened her mouth once again to let his cock slide back into it. 

He rushed her hair back so that he could see it gliding between her lips, like some strange aircraft entering its rightful hangar. 

The sweet, clinging pressure of her mouth descended upon his prick once again. Every nerve in his body began tingling. Catch watched with fascination as the thick shaft disappeared between her lips. 

"Oh, that's it, Starlyn. That feels wonderful." 

Her head moved up and down with slow, deliberate movements as she wedged the cock firmly between her tongue and the roof of her throat. She began breathing in and out through her mouth and the feel of her hot breath surrounding his cock like a vaporous mist brought the sensations within Catch careening toward the climax. 

"I don't think I can hold back much longer, Star." 

She grunted in anticipation and looked at him, fluttering her eyelids in desire. Catch began pushing his pelvis up against her, jamming more and more of his thick prick down her throat. 

Suddenly he threw back his head and emitted a deep groan of exultation. Waves of sensations coursed through his body like a fresh blood transfusion. For one brief, delicious moment his body was suspended in the never-never land between the peak of feeling and orgasm itself. Then he began to shoot. Thrusting his hips upward as her head bobbed up and down. He held her hair back with one hand and watched as she sucked his juice into her mouth and down her throat. 

She squeezed his balls and sucked his cock until every last drop of come had found its way into her mouth. She continued sucking on him until his cock became lifeless. Then she let it slide from her mouth and crawled up beside him. 

He wrapped his arm around her head and said, "Starlyn, you were aptly named by your parents. You're a star, a real star!" 

CHAPTER TEN 

When the ads broke in the newspaper the reaction was immediate. The country club had to hire two extra telephone operators to handle all the applications for membership. 

Catch, with the approval of Dwyer, Keefe, Corson & Kelly planned an opening night party for the club members—new and old—and invited people from the press. It was Kelly's idea to ask the famous Texas Longhorns, the successful pro football team, to help insure the publicity. 

Starlyn and Catch worked hard making sure everything was ready on time for the opening night party. A new chef and cooks were hired, and for the party itself a score of young handsome men and beautiful young ladies were hired to act as guides around the grounds. Three rock bands were engaged and a group of professionals to demonstrate the latest dances to the club members. Dancing would be held in the greenhouse room, the bar and beside the pool. 

On the opening night Catch dressed in a white tailor-made suit and a shirt with a floral print of various shades of blue. As he dressed, he found himself completely calm. He knew that the country club was going to be a roaring success, and tonight for the first time, he was going to be escorting a beautiful girl to a dance at the Bayou country club through the front door. He chuckled to himself as he recalled his initiation to the country club that night with his older brother Tony and his girlfriend Rosalita. 

It seemed like a million years ago. And then, later, working for the Swine family and his problems with their unattractive daughter. 

"Lord, I wonder whatever happened to her?" 

He was just about to leave his hotel room to pick up Starlyn when the phone rang. 

"Hi, Catch, it's Jerry Kelly." 

"Jerry. Anything wrong?" 

"No. I'm just getting ready for the party myself. I just wanted to tell you how pleased we've been with your work." 

"All of you?" Catch asked knowingly. 

"Don't worry about Corson. He's always a pain in the ass. Anyhow, Catch, I want to get some time to talk to you at the party. I've got a proposition to make to you. So if you can take a few minutes away from your beautiful Starlyn, I'd appreciate it." 

"Will do, Jerry. See you at the party." 

Starlyn looked fantastic. She was wearing a caftan of a sheer material in various shades of red. Her hair looked fuller and more lustrous than ever. After exchanging compliments, Catch mentioned Kelly's call. 

"What do you think he had in mind?" she asked. 

"I have an idea. Maybe they've got another country club somewhere that needs redoing." 

"You ought to take a rest after this job, Catch. Maybe a vacation to one of the Caribbean islands." 

"Perhaps we could both get away. I'm tired of traveling alone." 

As they neared the country club the traffic began to get heavier. 

"Looks as if everyone's going to the party, Catch." 

Starlyn squealed and moved closer to him. 

Catch and Starlyn were met at the main entrance by Kelly. 

"Kids, I've just taken a quick tour of the place. It looks absolutely beautiful. And our new members! They're all good-looking and so alive. What a change. What a terrific change. Come on, let's go to the bar. I'll buy you two a drink." 

The bar was already crowded with new members, all exuding youth and wealth. After obtaining their drinks from a good looking and personable bartender, Kelly offered a toast. 

"Catch, Starlyn, here's to the success of the club and our continued affiliation. I guess I can talk in front of Starlyn, Catch." 

"Sure. Anything you have to say to me she can hear." 

"Well, I've discussed it with Harry, Eddie and Brad, and we'd like to make an offer to you. I would like for you to join our company as an equal partner." 

"Wow," replied Catch. "I never thought the deal would be anything like this." 

"That's wonderful, Catch," said Starlyn, kissing him on the cheek. 

"What do you say?" asked Kelly. 

"Look, Jerry. I've been running for a long time, I've been a loner for too long. I'd like to settle down and get myself some roots. My family lives not too far away from here and I like Houston a hell of a lot. I say yes." 

The two men shook hands. 

"You'll not be sorry. Catch, and neither will we. For a long time we've needed somebody with your youth, drive and ambition to sort of shake us up. Sure we've made lots of money but we haven't even scratched the surface. The money's out there to be spent, we just have to figure out interesting things for people to spend it on. Now what's say we join the party and see what's going on in the other rooms?" 

Each of the game rooms were filled with people playing backgammon, cards, and party games. Starlyn tugged at Catch's sleeve. 

"Isn't that Senator Claibourne?" she asked. 

"I think it is," replied Catch. 

"It's the Senator, all right," said Kelly. "Come on, I'll take you over and introduce you." 

After introductions were made the Senator commented, "So you're the bright young genius, Catch Callahan. I'm happy to meet you. I love the club. My wife and I just applied for membership. I hope you'll see that we're not turned down." 

Catch laughed. "I'll see to it, Senator." 

The greenhouse was alive with dancing couples all doing the hustle. For those who didn't know how to do it several experts were teaching at the far side of the room. 

"This is my favorite room, Starlyn." 

"Mine, too. It would make a very nice setting for a wedding, don't you think?" 

Catch smiled. "You don't mince words." 

"Catch, we've known each other for a little over a month. You said you were tired of traveling alone. So am I. How about it? Why don't we get married?" 

"Now that's women's liberation." Catch opened his mouth and was just about to answer Starlyn when a loud voice squealed, "It's Catch Callahan, isn't it?" 

He turned and looked at the large fat woman in a very busy evening gown. 

"Ima Swine, Catch, don't you remember me?" 

"Yes, I remember you, Ima." 

Ima turned to Starlyn and remarked, "Catch used to be our chauffeur. He used to drive me here all the time, didn't you, Catch?" 

"Ima, this is Starlyn Heywood ... my fiancée." 

Ima's already sagging face dropped a bit more. "Oh, really? When is the wedding?" 

"As soon as possible," replied Catch. "Perhaps you'd like to drive us to the ceremony." 

Ima scowled and walked away. Starlyn was giggling. "Catch, you're terrible, she's one of the wealthiest women in Houston." 

"Also one of the ugliest, inside and out." 

"Were you really her chauffeur?" 

"For a brief time. Actually I worked for her father. She used to take advantage of the situation and get me to drive her all over the place." 

"Is that all she got you to do?" 

Catch made a face. "Please. I'd rather be gay." 

"Did you mean it? I mean about me being your fiancée?" 

"Of course. It's not every day that a beautiful young woman asks me to marry her. I thought I'd better take advantage of the situation." 

Catch kissed Starlyn on the lips and whirled her around. "Come on," he said. "Let's go down by the pool. I want to see how things are progressing there." 

Many of the club members had brought their bathing suits and were swimming as well as dancing to the outdoor rock band. The couple were crossing to the bar when Catch heard his name being called once again. 

"Catch, Catch." 

It was Lila Ballinger. She was wearing a brief white bikini which the water had made nearly transparent. 

"Hi, Lila. I'm glad you could make it out. What do you think of our new concept?" 

"I think it's terrific. I'm considering changing schools so I can be near the country club." 

Catch introduced Starlyn to Lila as his fiancée. Lila praised the dark-haired girl for a moment and said, "you're really beautiful. I hope that you and Catch will be very happy." 

One of the members of the Texas Longhorns, a giant muscular man in a too-tight bathing suit, came up behind Lila, wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. 

"I'll see you all later," Lila shouted, as she was carried off toward the pool. 

"An old girlfriend?" Starlyn asked. 

"No, not really." 

They ordered fresh drinks at the outdoor bar. The bartender, a powerfully built young man, was wearing a bright orange bikini and was the object of Amy Simmons Corson's eye. Evidently Corson's wife had had too much to drink. She could barely sit on the bar stool. 

Catch looked at her, but she was so drunk that she didn't recognize him. He looked around the pool for Corson but he was nowhere in sight. 

"You big, beautiful stud," Amy was saying thickly, "I want to suck your cock." 

"Please ma'am," replied the embarrassed bartender. 

"Don't you please, ma'am me! I'm a member of this club! My husband is one of the owners! I said, I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK!" 

"You can suck mine, lady." 

"And mine." 

"Mine, too." 

Three members of the Texas Longhorns spoke up, all in bathing trunks with rapidly expanding erections. 

Amy looked at them through a drunken haze. "You're on, boys." 

With that she staggered to a space in the pivot hedge and signaled for the three football players to follow her. 

On the other side of the bushes, Amy fell to her knees and one of the football players pushed down his swim trunks and waved his cock and balls in front of her face. 

"Let's see the rest of you," she garbled. 

The other two took off their trunks and the three of them stood around her massaging their pricks. Amy selected the largest one and began sucking on it. 

"Oh do it, baby," the football player groaned. 

While she was sucking the middle football player she reached out her arms and grabbed the other two cocks and began jerking on them. 

"Maybe she can take two at once," said the one on the left. 

"How about three at once?" said the one on the right. 

The two men moved in closer to their friend. Amy opened her mouth as wide as she could and ... 

"Have you seen my wife, Callahan?" a red-faced Corson asked. 

"She went that away," replied Catch, languidly, and pointed toward the bushes. 

Corson went through the pivot hedges and there was a commotion on the other side. 

"Catch, you shouldn't have done that," said Starlyn. 

"Corson's got a few licks coming from me. What do I care if it's his wife who's doing the licking." 

Corson burst through the hedge dragging his wife behind him. Her face was as red as if it had been slapped. The three football players with smirking grins on their faces returned to the party. 

"I've got an idea," said Catch. "Have you seen the golf course yet?" 

"Not at night." 

"Then come with me. I have a special reason for wanting to go there." 

Catch and Starlyn walked hand and hand over the soft carpet of grass. Catch guided her to the giant tree where he had had his first sexual experience. He stopped, leaned against the tree and smiled benignly as he recalled the incident. 

"Why here, Catch?" 

"This place has special meaning for me." 

He held out his hands and Starlyn went to them. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He started to pull her down to the ground. 

"Your white suit. It will get stained." 

"Then I'll take it off." 

"Here Catch?" 

"Yes, here." 

"I don't understand." 

"It's my own private form of exorcism." 

Starlyn kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes in the soft grass. Catch ran the tips of his fingers lightly across her cheek, then she took his hand in hers and softly kissed his fingers, taking them one by one into her mouth and sucking on them. 

Catch opened his mouth and covered her lips. His tongue parted her lips and he slid it inside to find hers. Starlyn responded by rubbing her tongue against his, sliding it out of her mouth and into his, touching and exploring. They had to break apart to breathe. Their faces were shiny with one another's saliva. 

Then slowly, silently, they undressed, slipped to the ground and became part of the landscape. 

THE END