Pike begs off on account of stage fright

"Begging your indulgence, Mr. Willie, you can have your first one half price if you'd let me sit in and watch," Betsy said. The madam brushed back her bright red hair and looked expectantly at him.

Pike considered her offer. Betsy certainly had eye appeal herself, from her bright red hair past her massive melons to her shapely hips. But he feared he might lose concentration if she giggled or said something funny.

"I hope you'll excuse my stage fright, ma'am," Pike said. "But I expect I would perform to Miss Sugar's better satisfaction without an audience."

"Oh, that's quite all right, young man," Betsy said. "You and Sugar run along upstairs."

Sugar led Pike upstairs arm in arm.

"Buddy, oh Buddy!" Pike heard Betsy call as they neared the landing.

"Yes'm?" a deep man's voice replied.

"Would you come help me turn the mattress in my room?" Betsy said.

"In a split second, ma'am!" he called back.

Sugar led Pike along the upstairs hall, round a turn and up a few more steps.

"I'm afraid I have the back garret," Sugar said. "Watch your head, sir." She opened a narrow, short door. Inside was a small room whose walls slanted together halfway up. There was a small window in back, but the room was both dim and a little stuffy.

Pike ducked to follow her in. His nose twitched at the smell of lusty sweat, but things looked clean, so he supposed his many days out-of-doors had left him sensitive to the heavier odors of settled humanity. Besides, he kind of liked it. Much of the scent seemed to be Sugar herself, from the scent of her he had captured while looking down her cleavage as she played and sang at the piano.

"What do you like, Mister Willie?" Sugar asked.

"Let's stand together as God made us and cleave to each other as man and woman," Pike said.

"Amen, brother," Sugar replied with a little laugh. "May I undress you?"

Pike warmed to Sugar's courteous offer. "Sure, Miss Sugar," he said.

"Sit down, but watch your head there," she directed.

Pike carefully sat. Sugar tugged off his boots and started on the rest of his clothes in a straightforward way. Buckles and buttons whisked open at her touch, a word or two sufficed to have him move or shift his weight, and Pike soon found himself naked as the day he was born, with Sugar's warm fingertips caressing his bare skin. Her bright pink nail beds contrasted with the rich brown skin of her hands. With his clothes off, the attic room felt comfortably warm rather than stuffy, and the olfactory traces of physical love continued to entice him.

Sugar stood up, the ceiling no hazard to her modest height, and loosened her petticoat and bodice. She turned her back to Pike and asked. "If you would pull the ribbons, Mr. Willie?"

Pike steadied himself with a hand on one of Sugar's broad hips and pulled at the tails of the ribbon bows closing her bodice and petticoat in back. Her smooth, strong shoulders, unmarked by whip or scourge, were revealed, as was the first few inches' span of her well-developed hindquarters, as smooth and strong as her shoulders. Sugar would never need to plump up the back of her dress with a bustle -- the cathedral domes of her natural rear buttress would be sufficient.

Sugar finished undressing herself and carefully hung up each piece of clothing. Pike enjoyed the view as she dipped, rose, and reached, first pushing out her buttocks, then pulling them back, and then displaying her breasts in motion as she extended an arm. He reached out a hand and caressed one of her long plaits of braided hair.

Sugar turned toward him with a smile, and everything suddenly seemed to be moving in a blur. He stood, bumping his head slightly on the slanted wall, and took her in his arms. She giggled and wiggled. His manhood poked her belly. Her nipples poked his chest, and the soft breasts behind them molded themselves to his skin as she snuggled closer.

She pulled Pike with her as she stepped backward, and lifted him onto the bed with her, her weight and strength surprising him as his feet left the ground ahead of his intention. There was laughing, and kissing, and looking deep into her warm brown eyes. Then she reached down, and gripped, and pushed, and let go and he was in her.

Glorious, soft, warm, wet, and alive, her womb caressed him. She spread her legs wide and rocked, and he rocked back into her as she urged him on, deeper, harder, yes. The small, stuffy attic room became a moist, warm, musky jungle as they clove to one another with all their might.

But for all the urgency, it just seemed to go on and on and on, Pike losing himself in her, seeing Sugar's face change, going from cheerful friendliness to lusty abandon to something beyond.

Sugar's sighs turned into grunts, into moans, until she shouted out, and her whole body convulsed with a true female paroxysm. Her arms locked around Pike's back, and her legs wrapped tightly around his buttocks, her heels urging him on, on, on like a steed.

At length she relaxed and withdrew, her eyes closed. Pike held himself over her, cherishing her warmth and closeness. A drop fell from his brow onto her cheek, and she opened her eyes.

"Mr. Willie, you're still hot to go?" Sugar said, looking in disbelief at his firm manhood.

"If you'll have me, Sugar," he said.

"Well, Mr. Willie, that was quite some ride," Sugar said. "Let's try something special and see if we can leave you satisfied. No one has poked me so well since I left New Orleans." She smiled at Pike. "Now, how's about we try..."