Baby, Bang My Box!
by Trixie Dickinson


FOREWORD 

"You're hurting me!" I cried out as I tried to pull away from his powerful 
grasp. 

"Come on, you little slut!" he snarled as he pressed his cock against my 
pussy. 

The water was splashing all around as he kept pushing me down in the tub. 
More of the steaming water kept rushing into the tub. I thought that it 
would be romantic to take a bath together with the handsome man, but now 
that I was naked in the tub in the darkened bathroom and he was pushing me 
down in the water, I was frightened. 

"I'll drown!" I screamed hoarsely. "Let me up!" 

"What do I care!" he snapped as he pushed my legs up over my head and shoved 
his thick joint all the way into my pussy. I could feel the cunt flesh being 
pushed aside as the enormous dick ripped away at the tender flesh of my 
insides. 

As he began to fuck in and out of my cunt, the water was splashing around us 
wildly. I didn't even care that water was splashing in my face and making it 
difficult for me to breathe. The only thing that I was aware of was the 
flaming sensation in my hot pussy. 


CHAPTER ONE 

I feel that I'm at the crossroads of my life now that I've just moved back 
to New York. I want to become something different and do different things 
and I am determined to prove that I am not a nymphomaniac or a slut. 

All of those things that I've heard from other people and that I've thought 
about myself have been bothering me a great deal lately. 

I've been trying to recall the first time that I ever heard the word nympho. 
I suppose that it was someone in school who said it and I laughed with the 
other kids. At that age I was always trying to appear smart and cool in 
front of the other kids. 

Probably there were plenty of the other kids in the group who didn't know 
what the word nympho meant, but they all laughed also. None of us would have 
admitted that we didn't understand something, so we all pretended that we 
were wise and sexually advanced. 

Even though I can't remember the first time that I heard the word, I can 
certainly remember the most disturbing time that I heard the word spoken. 

I was fifteen at the time and I was rushing to open my locker in between 
classes. There were two boys talking and one of them said to the other, 
"Diana? She's a real nympho!" 

When I turned around and looked at them, they had already passed and they 
had never noticed me there in the crowded hall of the school. There must 
have been two dozen other girls in the high school with the same name, but I 
knew that they were talking about me. 

One of the boys had been someone I had dated the previous week. I had really 
enjoyed making out with him and when he was playing with my pussy, I reached 
down and began to rub his cock through the fabric of his pants. 

Perhaps I got a little carried away. Even before he had pushed my skirt up 
my legs and gotten his hands onto my panties, (which were soaking wet by 
that time), I started to unzip his pants and to reach into them so that I 
could work his cock out of his underwear. 

He had the nerve to call me a nympho after I gave him a terrific hand-job 
and he just clumsily felt around my pussy? I wasn't going around the school 
saying that that boy was timid and that he was inept at satisfying a pussy! 

But that was the start. That was the time that I realized that people 
thought of me as a slut! After that I kept working to change the image. 

Except, that wasn't very easy. I would keep on being hot and bothered and 
then a boy would start making out with me and I would just spread my legs 
and beg him to give me the satisfaction that I needed. 

It wasn't long after that incident of overhearing the conversation of the 
boys that I lost my cherry. When I think about it now it was a miracle that 
I maintained my cherry as long as I didf I was fifteen and a half when it 
was busted. 

The one thing that gave me satisfaction was that I didn't lose my cherry to 
one of the boys in the high school. I lost it to an older man. 

At that time he seemed absolutely ancient since he was already twenty-three 
and that made him eight years older than I was. Perhaps it was the fact that 
he was older and I didn't think that I could fool him the way that I did the 
boys in school. Or. maybe it was just the fact that he was much more suave 
and cool than the boys in school. 

It all started when I got involved in the little community theatre that was 
in my neighborhood. Even though I'm from New York originally, many people 
don't realize that New York is a large area in geography and that there are 
many neighborhoods that bear no resemblance to the big city skyscrapers of 
Manhattan, even though they are part of the same city. 

Anyway, I always had an interest in things around the theatre. There was a 
time when I had imagined that I would be another Marilyn Monroe. But I never 
even had the guts to bleach my hair. 

Since I was just a kid I looked up to the people who got to play parts in 
the play and I just enjoyed painting the sets and working on the costumes 
for them. 

There was one Sunday when I came in to paint sets and no one was there. They 
used this deserted fire station as their theatre. It turned out that I was 
there on the wrong day. 

Well, I wouldn't have even been able to get into the building if James 
hadn't been there. He just happened to be there because he had finished 
rehearsing a scene. 

They had permitted James to have a key to the place since he was doing the 
leading part in the play that they were rehearsing. It was just a silly 
comedy about sexiness. At that time I thought it was very sophisticated. Now 
I think it's silly. 

"I thought this was going to be the day for painting the sets," I said. 

"You'll have to call someone about that. I don't know anything about the 
sets." 

"Well, I'd better go. I don't want to disturb you, James," I said, backing 
away. 

"Don't go," he said. "What's your name?" 

"I'm Diana," I replied, awkwardly reaching my hand out and touching his 
hand. 

"Diana," he whispered softly. "Just like the goddess of the hunt." 

Once he said that, he could've stripped my clothes off right away. There are 
a couple of things that get my pussy juicing up and a man being romantic 
like that is one of them. 

I smiled very weakly and said, "She's also the goddess of the moon!" 

"Right you are," he said, taking my hand in a casual way. 

"I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you how impressed I am with your 
acting," I said quickly. 

"That's kind of you," he said in his authoritative and deep tones--. "But 
this isn't real acting! Real acting is Shakespeare and Ibsen and Shaw." 

"I've read Hamlet," I said, feeling like a fool as soon as I said that. 

But then that man looked at me just as if I weren't a fool for talking that 
way. He had a wonderful way of looking at me. And he was pretty good to look 
at. 

James was very tall, well over six feet, and he had short blonde hair and 
the type of metallic blue eyes that can pierce right through you. He had one 
of those clean faces with a powerful jaw, like you expect to see on a 
television commercial for razor blades. 

"I have a feeling that you want to be an actress?" he said, with a little 
bit of a question at the end. 

I nodded my head, too embarrassed to answer that question out loud. But then 
he started an entire conversation about his life in the theatre and my 
theatrical goals. 

Later on I came to realize that an actor like James who had come to work for 
free in a community theatre where there was no chance for him to be seen was 
a pretty seedy character. He was actually a waiter at a restaurant on the 
upper west side of Manhattan. 

But, that particular afternoon, none of that was important. There, in that 
grubby old fire station, we were both lying on the floor and talking. 

He grabbed both of my hands and I don't even recall what we were talking 
about. The next thing I knew he was looking in my eyes and I was looking 
into his eyes. 

Our faces moved closer together and our lips met. I cannot in all honesty 
say that he kissed me because I kissed him just as much as he kissed me. 

Quite literally, it was a matter of our faces meeting and our lips pressing 
together. His mouth opened and his thick and coarse tongue was rubbing back 
and forth against my tender lips. He kept on doing that until my lips 
finally parted and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. 

When his tongue was inside my mouth, I rubbed my tongue back and forth 
against the moist mouth muscle. I could feel his tongue flicking back and 
forth against my own. 

Then his hand was reaching down my body. He did not bother to slowly feel me 
up the way that the boys would when they took me out on a date. He reached 
right between my legs and rubbed his fingers roughly against the fabric of 
my slacks. 

I wondered whether he could tell that my panties were already wet. Whether 
he could or not, he pulled down my zipper and began to peel the slacks from 
my well-rounded hips. 

As long as he was doing that, I reached out and felt the thickness that was 
growing in the front of his jeans. I could tell that it was fully hard. 

Knowing that he had a hard-on so close to me only made me even hotter for 
him. That was a funny thing about me that still holds true. I get hot 
knowing that someone is hot for me! 

There are a lot of guys who are timid and who try to hide their hard-ons 
when they are around me. If only they knew that as soon as I see a bulge in 
the front of a pair of pants I'm ready to spread my legs for them. 

James seemed a little surprised when I was groping his cock. He pulled his 
lips from mine and said, "I thought you were just a beginner?" 

After some hesitation I said, "Yes. I am a beginner." 

He laughed and pressed his lips against the side of my face. Then he planted 
little kisses all over my face as he continued to pull my slacks down and to 
pull up the tee shirt that I was wearing so that my tits were revealed. 

I suppose it was daring at that time for a girl of fifteen to go around 
without a bra. There was also something strange about it because it had just 
been two and a half years earlier that I had pleaded with my mother to let 
me have a bra. 

His big hands were rubbing all over the front of my smooth and silky 
panties. I arched my hips up because I really wanted to feel his fingers 
against my pussy slit. 

Reaching up I pulled open his pants and started to tug them off. My fingers 
slid into the clinging waistband of his jockey shorts and pulled them right 
down his slim hips. 

James was dressed except for the area from his navel down to his knees. 
While he was working my panties down my legs and stripping me completely 
naked, I was satisfied to leave him just like that. 

It was crazy of me. I knew that I was hot for him. He had a fabulous, 
rippling chest under his shirt. But I never even bothered to open his shirt. 

As soon as his cock was exposed, I didn't seem to need anything else. I was 
naked and he was rubbing the side of his index finger up and down along the 
moist and wrinkled flesh of my cunt. 

My long fingers were wrapped around his stiff tool and I could feel the heat 
that was pulsing up along the thick shaft of flesh. 

I spread my legs very wide and I could feel the hard and cold wood of the 
stage that was under my small but perfectly rounded ass cheeks. 

He hadn't even asked about fucking me. There had been other boys in school 
who had begged for a chance to fuck my virgin pussy, but I had turned them 
down. 

I should confess that when I would turn down a guy like that I would just go 
home and frig myself half the night thinking about how wonderful it would 
have felt if I hadn't turned down the opportunity for the fucking. 

James' thick and large hands pressed against the smooth flesh that was at 
the inside of my thighs. He rubbed up and down at the flesh and kept 
spreading my legs wider. 

The head of his hard dick arched up a little bit. I could feel it pressing 
against the lips of my pussy and it was very hot to the touch. 

Then his cock head kept on spreading my pussy lips apart. I could tell that 
he was having a little trouble because my virgin cunt was so tight as he 
tried to push into it. 

But, after a little bit of effort, he managed to get his cock head lodged 
firmly between the clasping lips of my cunt. It was as if his cock were 
molded in hot wax. As he tried to push his cock forward, he couldn't move it 
anywhere. 

He was just pushing the flesh of my pussy right along with his cock. He 
pulled his cock back and could feel the cunt flesh clinging around his 
flared cock head in the same way. 

For me it was. a heavenly torment. I was looking down my body and watching 
what he was doing. It was strange to notice that he was just moving his body 
the slightest bit and moving his cock inside of my pussy by the tiniest 
increment and yet it was sending wild rushes through my body and making me 
feel dizzy with the hot passion. 

As he kept on pulling my pussy flesh back and forth, simply toying with the 
hot flesh and not really moving his cock in and out of my cunt, I could feel 
an increase in the creaminess that was inside of my body. 

My cunt was getting hotter and wetter as he continued to move around, even 
though they were not big, thrusting movements that he was doing inside of 
me. 

Then I realized that James was able to push his cock inside of my cunt a 
little bit further. I spread my legs as wide as he wanted them spread and I 
arched my hips up. 

His powerful fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my hips and then he 
began to push his dick inside of me, holding me down firmly with his hands. 

But as soon as he had about two inches of his cock inside of my cunt, he 
stopped and he looked at me. There was a startled look in his eyes and I 
knew what he was reacting to. 

I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the delicate membrane of 
flesh that was deep inside of my body. The next move into me would take my 
cherry. 

"You didn't tell me. . . " he started to say. But he left the rest of the 
sentence dangling. 

"What?" I asked, trying to seem very innocent about the whole matter. 

"You've got your cherry!" he snapped at me. "I didn't know you had your 
cherry!" 

"So?" I asked, feeling very awkward about holding a conversation while he 
had two inches of his cock pressing inside of my pussy. "Isn't that a good 
thing?" 

He tilted his head and there was a long silence before he said, "Listen, 
little girl, if you want to give me your cherry, then I'm not to blame!" 

"I'm here!" I said, with a nasty tone in my voice. "I'm ready to give it to 
you!" 

"Okay!" he said, rubbing his fingers together and arching his hips up. 

That was the last thing I heard before the ringing in my ears became too 
deafening. His cock slammed through my pussy and ripped my virginity right 
out of me. 

I could feel the tearing sensation and then I could feel the searing heat of 
the blood that was flowing in my vagina. 

He pushed his cock into my cunt and did not even wait one moment before 
slamming it all the way into my body. The thick prong was spreading the 
blood along my cunt slit. 

Then, before he had even gotten his entire dick all the way into my cunt, he 
began to pull it back out of me. That was the way that James fucked. He had 
a non-stop style. He would slam in and pull it without any hesitation at 
either end of the spectrum. 

His cock was always moving inside of me and there was always that constant 
pressure against my pussy flesh as the flared cock head kept pushing the 
moist walls of flesh. 

At the same time, because he hadn't given me the chance to relax since he 
took my cherry, I could feel the blood of my busted hymen being pushed into 
the delicate walls of flesh. 

His cock kept on rubbing back and forth against my delicate flesh, faster 
and faster all the time. Then I could feel that my pussy flesh was getting 
an erection of its own. 

When I would frig myself there would always be a point in advance of my 
orgasm when my cunt flesh could become thick with pussy juice and it would 
get harder and harder to push my finger in and out of my hot hole. 

As I felt the flesh getting thicker around the quickly moving cock, I began 
to wonder what would happen. If my cunt meat got too thick to allow the 
movement of my finger in and out of my twat, then what would happen to the 
thick and enormous cock. 

I soon discovered the answer to that. As the cock rammed in and out of my 
cunt and came into conflict with the thickening flesh that was on my cunt 
walls, it was pushing the pussy flesh aside and slamming into me again and 
again. 

He wasn't able to slam into me as fast as he had been going before the cunt 
flesh started to get thick, but he was ramming and shoving his cock even 
harder than he had done before. 

Each fucking thrust was ripping into my pussy flesh and tearing me apart. 
When I felt this it made the cunt flesh go even wilder around his invading 
cock. 

The wriggling and undulating pussy flesh was grasping and rubbing past the 
invading cock. I was moving my hips up and down on the floor, not even 
caring about the cold and splintery feeling of the wooden floors underneath 
me. 

When he would slam into my cunt, I would raise my hips up to meet the 
fucking thrust and then the pressure of the cock would be even harder. 

Finally, I could feel him slamming into my pussy with a power that was even 
greater than any of the previous fucking motions. He pushed all the way in 
and then stayed there. 

Then there was a long moment when there was absolute stillness. Nothing at 
all moved. His muscles were tensed all over and as I ran my fingers down 
along his back and ass, he seemed to grow even more tense. 

Even though his body was completely still, I could feel a movement in his 
balls as they rubbed up against the smooth flesh of my thighs and then 
transferred the gism to his cock shaft. 

My pussy lips were actually spread apart by the pressure of the gism that 
was rushing up into the shaft of the dick. Then I felt the flared head of 
his cock flaring out even wider against my pussy flesh and after that there 
was a flaming splash of gism against the tender and supple flesh of my 
pussy. 

It was as though that splash of gism ignited me. My pussy flesh collapsed 
around the thick cock and went into a series of wild spasms as I felt the 
hard-on shooting into me. 

Just as I reached the height of my youthful orgasm and all of the pain of 
the ripped hymen and the blood in my pussy was leaving me, I could feel 
James pulling his cock out of my cunt very quickly. It slid out as my" pussy 
lips collapsed together. 

I groaned and cried out, "No! Don't take it out!" 

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, snidely. "Are you some sort of 
nympho?" 

After he said that, I was silent. I rolled onto my side and looked up at him 
as he pulled his pants and shorts back up, adjusting them at the waist. 

After I heard him call me that terrible name, I didn't want to say anything 
else. While we had been fucking I had allowed myself to engage in all sorts 
of fantasies. 

I imagined that he would fall in love with me and that he would become a big 
and famous actor while I became a famous actress. We would tell all the 
reporters about the way that our marriage had survived ever since the time 
that we were in a community theatre together. 

But once his cock was out of my pussy, I looked up and saw the stony 
expression on his face. I felt suddenly lonely and I knew that the one thing 
that I wanted in the world was to have someone hold me very tight. 

You can't get me to believe in telepathic communications. I kept staring at 
him and, in my mind, I kept on repeating, 'Say something romantic. Say 
something romantic' 

Then he opened his mouth to speak and he said, "Get your clothes on. I have 
to get out of here, Donna." 

As I pulled my panties on, I grumbled, "My name is Diana." 

"Sorry, kid. I'm really rotten with names," he said, flashing his handsome 
smile. 

That was the last time that I was even alone with James. When the show 
opened and there was a party afterwards, he came with his girlfriend. She 
looked just like he did. She was just as blonde and she looked just as 
perfect, without a hair out of place. 

I kept staring at them and he kept avoiding me. He really made a point of 
not even saying hello to me at the party. And then the woman who was in 
charge of the theatre took me over to a corner and asked, "Don't you think 
it's getting a bit late for you, Diana?" 

"No!" I said. "I was figuring on staying up pretty late to celebrate 
tonight." 

There was a pause. The woman's arm was on my shoulder as she scrunched up 
her nose and said, "Some of the actors have asked me to ask the younger 
people to leave. They feel that having kids around the party is sort of 
inhibiting them and making them feel uncomfortable." 

"Which actors said that?" I snapped, knowing perfectly well that it was 
James who didn't want me around the party because he had fucked my pussy. 

"Now, Diana, there's no reason for you to be hostile! It was not meant 
against you." 

I stormed out of the party without saying good night to anyone. All that 
night I kept thinking about things that I should have said to the prissy 
woman who was in charge of the theatre and I kept thinking of tacky things 
that I could have said to James to really put him in his place. But, I 
hadn't said any of the things while I was there. 

That's the way it always happens. You think of terrific things that you 
should have said after the fact. I had been hurt by James. 

The man took my cherry and he didn't even thank me for the fuck! How was I 
supposed to feel? 

But, the hurt soon passed. I mean, a lot of things happen when you're 
fifteen and sixteen, but they soon give way to the things that affect you 
later on. 

Although that hurt left me, there was one problem that did not leave me. I 
still have this damned dripping slit. I keep feeling a need for big cocks to 
fill it. 

But, I need more than just fucking. I want a man to hold me close and to 
press his warm chest against my well-rounded breasts. I want to feel hairy 
legs rubbing against the smooth skin that is pulled so tautly around the 
sexy and long legs that I have. 

The word nympho keeps on coming back to me. There are some nights when a man 
will fuck me and then I will go out to a bar and look for another man to 
fuck me again. 

When am I ever going to be satisfied? Is there such a thing as satisfaction? 
I need cock, cock and more cock all shoving into my hot pussy. 

Even as I speak the words I find that I have to reach down and press my 
fingers against the silky fabric of my panties. I can feel the moisture that 
is growing in my cunt. 

Then I press my fingers into the tightly clinging elastic waistband of my 
panties and I rub my fingers up and down through the cunt hairs that fringe 
my twat. I reach in and press my fingers along the wrinkled flesh of my 
pussy slit. 

Spreading my pussy apart I search for my clit anxiously as I pull my panties 
down with my other hand. Then I feel the thrill rushing through my body. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was quite a chore looking for an apartment in Manhattan on my return from 
California. I was actually looking for more than six weeks and when I 
finally found an apartment it was only through a fluke. That's the way these 
things happen in New York. 

I had answered an ad in the newspaper for an apartment on West 56th Street. 
When I got to the apartment, it was a very nice studio with a sleeping 
alcove and a cheerful kitchen. 

However, the apartment was in the front of the building and it was directly 
across the street from a very noisy construction sight. 

Despite this, I reasoned that New Yorkers do not move often and I was 
looking for a place that I could move into and stay in for a long, long 
time. 

"Do you know how much longer they are going to be building that place across 
the street?" I asked the super who was showing me the apartment. 

"Years!" the man answered in a clipped tone as he seemed bored by the whole 
thing. 

Even though it would have been dreadful to live there with the noise of the 
construction right across the street, I was seriously tempted to take the 
apartment. 

After looking for an apartment for a month and a half a conveniently located 
apartment in the west 50's of Manhattan for only three-hundred and twenty 
dollars sounded too good to pass up. 

But, I told the super that I would have to take a walk around the block to 
see the neighborhood first. It was not as lovely a neighborhood as the upper 
west side where I really wanted to move. But it had the advantage of being 
near everything in the city. 

As I walked down Ninth Avenue, I noticed a charming little restaurant that 
served French food and another restaurant that served health food. There was 
a place with a wood-like exterior on the block what was called Bobby Ray's. 
I wondered what sort of establishment that was. The block was really nicer 
than I had expected. 

The thing was, it was one of those areas that was just slightly out of the 
way. Anyone who was going anywhere would usually walk along Eighth or 
Seventh Avenue or would use Broadway. This was just one block further to the 
west and it was a block I had never even been on in my life. But there was 
an undeniable charm. 

That charm was actually tempting me to take the inadequate apartment. But 
then as I rounded the next corner and walked past a few buildings I noticed 
that there was a sign out in the front of the one of the buildings that 
said, "2 I/2 rooms". 

I knocked on the front door of the building, since I saw a man in work 
clothes who was in the lobby. "Could I see the apartment?" I called to him. 

Opening the door for me, he said, "I'm the handyman. It's 2 I/2 rooms and 
it's three-hundred and ten." 

"Fine!" I said. "I'd like to see the apartment." I was quickly surveying the 
lobby and noticing the fact that the building was beautifully kept. 

"Do you make at least two-hundred and fifty a week?" he asked me. 

"Yes!" I lied. It was not at all uncommon for New Yorkers to put up with 
rudeness in hopes of getting an apartment. It was also not uncommon to lie 
when necessary. 

An hour later I had already seen the management office for the building and 
I had paid them the first month's rent and the month's security. 

The following week I was in there, trying to paint the apartment. They had 
painted it, but they had only put one coat of white paint over three other 
shades of ugly colors that the previous tenants had used on the walls. I 
wanted the apartment to be bright and sparkling and cheerful, so I was 
covering everything with enamel paint. 

I had almost finished the bedroom after the first day of painting. One of 
the problems in fixing up the apartment was that the walls had all sorts of 
beautiful moldings on them. There were double glass doors that separated the 
living room from the bedroom. All of these things were beautiful to look at, 
but they were difficult to paint. 

My muscles were aching and I decided that I needed to get out of the 
apartment so that I could get a breath of air. I had my sleeping bag on the 
floor of the living room. Although I had been staying with a friend, I was 
going to sleep in my apartment that night so that I would be there the 
following morning when the phone repairman came. 

I pulled my hair back so that no one would notice the paint that had 
streaked it. When I left the apartment, I just naturally went in the 
direction of Ninth rather than Eighth Avenue. Even though Eighth would have 
been closer to the theatre district bars and to the heart of the city, I 
thought that I would explore the more out of the way street. 

Going up the block I saw the assortment of restaurants as well as the thrift 
shop and the hardware store and liquor store, all of which looked more 
noticeable closed than open. 

I also noticed Bobby Ray's once again and I saw a tall, handsome man walking 
into it. I followed him. For all I knew it could have been a nice bar and 
they would have kicked me out since I was wearing my jeans and a sweatshirt 
that I had in the apartment. 

As soon as I entered the place I looked around and saw that it was a nice 
neighborhood bar. I went up to the bar and when the bartender came up to me 
he said, "Don't I know you?" 

I looked at him, a little startled and said, "I've never heard that line 
from a bartender before this." But as I looked him up and down I could feel 
my pussy oozing. 

He smiled a veryingratiating smile. He wasn't a big man, but what was there 
looked like it was all muscle bulging under his tee shirt. He had black hair 
and black eyes and a black moustache that accented the well-tanned features 
on his face. 

His slightly turned up nose gave him a somewhat boyish air, although his 
powerful gaze made me feel certain that he was all man. 

"I own this place. I'm Bobby Ray," the stud bartender said as he looked 
right through my clothes at my tits. 

I leaned back, enjoying the way that he was looking at me as I said, "I just 
moved into the neighborhood. In fact, I haven't even moved in yet. I'm just 
painting the apartment now. So, it's impossible for you to have seen me 
before." 

"Wait!" he said, snapping his fingers. "Were you ever in the Wild Thing on 
Columbus Avenue?" 

I nodded my head and immediately recognized him as one of the bartenders 
from that place. "But, they were always so crowded. How did you remember 
me?" 

"I never forget one that looks like you, babe," he said, running his fingers 
over my hand. 

At that moment, he could have slammed me down onto the bar, pulled all my 
clothes off and fucked the hell out of me right in front of everybody in 
that place. 

I was so incredibly hot and horny with him coming on in that sensual way 
that he had. 

But, I looked around the bar and pulled my hand away from Bobby, saying, "I 
don't want to get a reputation around this place. After all, I am a new face 
in the neighborhood!" 

"And what a new face you are!" he remarked under his breath. 

"Let me have a white wine," I said, smiling at him in an encouraging way. 

He gave me my wine and then started to tell me about the bar. He had bought 
it from the old management because he saw the potential of building up a big 
business for it. 

"It seems like an out of the way block," I said, looking around. It was not 
crowded, but the crowd seemed lively and there were certainly enough good 
looking guys there to satisfy me. 

"I'm really gonna make this place into something. I did it when I was the 
manager of the Wild Thing and I'll be able to do it here!" he insisted. 

"Well, I'll be a regular customer. It is very close to my place," I said, 
giving the handsome man a meaningful look. 

He rubbed his finger up and down across the back of my hand as he said, "So, 
your place is right near here? That's really convenient." 

"Yeah," I purred at him, pressing my legs together as I sat on the barstool. 
I was sure that I was going to be glued to the barstool because of the 
creamings of my pussy. 

"I'd like to take you up on that someday," he said in an even tone of voice. 

"Someday?" I asked, repeating the one key word in the sentence. 

"I just got back together with my woman and I've gotta save it Up for her. I 
mean, I just moved in there last night again. Maybe in another week or two 
when things are cool for me, it'll be easier. If you know what I mean?" 

I pulled my hand away from him quickly and smiled at him as I said, "Sure. 
I'll see you around here, Bobby." Then I brought the wine to my lips as I 
looked away from him. 

When I turned back I saw that he was gone. The bar was a rectangle in the 
middle of the place so that there were patrons on all four sides of it. Then 
there was a small area with tables and pinball machines in the front of the 
place and there was a balcony. 

As I walked toward the back of the bar, I glanced over at some of the men 
who were looking at me. I could see in their eyes that they thought that I 
was appealing and that meant a great deal to me. My pussy was steaming up 
and I knew that I couldn't keep it waiting for long. 

I looked up at the balcony and then I walked up the steps. It was a small 
area and there was a table with chairs to one side of it. 

Going to the other side of the balcony I stood next to the railing and 
looked over. I wondered whether I had been too obvious in coming on to the 
handsome manager. 

Then I heard a voice to the side of me saying, "Hi! Are you new around 
here!" 

I turned quickly to the side. That was a very old line and yet, in this 
instance, it happened to be the truth of the matter. "Yes. I am," I said. 

The young man who had spoken leaned very close to me and said, "I thought 
so. I was getting awfully tired of seeing the same faces around here every 
day." 

"Do you come in here every day?" I asked. 

"I come in here more often than I should!" he said, beaming a boyish smile 
at me. 

He really was very appealing. He had a sort of rounded face and a very 
youthful look about him. His short black hair made him look even more boyish 
than he was. It was as if there were something anxious about his face. 

"My name is Patrick," he said with a thick 

Midwestern twang. 

"I'm Diana," I said, reaching my hand out to touch his. When he took my 
hand, he held onto it for a long time and kept on looking into my eyes. 

Then he and I went through all of the basic questions that get so tedious in 
finding a sex partner. Where do you live? Where are you from? Why are you in 
New York? How old are you? 

It was mildly amusing for me to find out that Patrick was twenty-three and 
was an actor. The first time I had dealt with someone who had fit that 
description I was a starry eyed kid of fifteen who was willing to lose her 
cherry. 

Now there I was, two years older than the boy was and feeling about as jaded 
as I could get. 

The one thing that I certainly felt was the steaming sensation in my hot 
pussy. 

I knew that I was ready for sex and I felt that Patrick was a pretty likely 
candidate. Then I asked him, "How do you like the new management as compared 
to the old one?" 

"Things seem to be very pleasant around here," he said with a wry smile. 
"Just last week I was with an Italian girl. I won't tell you her name 
because you're bound to meet everyone around here in time. She was so stoned 
and she was so horny that she sucked my cock right up here on the balcony." 

I looked down at the guys playing pool almost directly below us and then I 
looked over at the two people who were sitting at the table on the other 
side of the balcony. 

"Right up here?" I asked Patrick, feeling hot due to his remark, even if it 
turned out to be an idle boast. 

He nodded, gazing at me with his bright eyes and then he pointed and said, 
"Over in that corner it's pretty dark, but it was bright enough to see what 
she was doing." 

I couldn't help but smile at the thought of it. But, I was new in the 
neighborhood and didn't want to get such a trashy reputation before I had 
even moved in. 

"I'm not sure that I would go for doing something like that on the balcony," 
I said softly. 

"Oh! I'm not saying that you should do that! I'm just telling you what 
happened!" 

When he pressed his hand down on my hand, I looked at him and asked, "You 
live just one block to the south, Patrick?" 

Nodding, he said, "My place is a mess. You live right around the corner. Can 
we go to your place, Diana?" As he spoke he pressed his body against mine. 

"I d-don't have any furniture," I explained, weakly. "I was going to sleep 
in a sleeping bag." 

Ten minutes later, Patrick and I were back in the empty apartment. I had 
placed the sleeping bag in the living room because the bedroom window was 
open due to the paint fumes that filled up the place. 

I turned to Patrick and said, "Well, I warned you about the apartment." 

"It looks fine to me," he said, as he pushed me down onto the hard wood 
floor. The landlord had just done the floors and so they were all nice and 
shiny and well-finished. 

That didn't help any when my round butt landed smack on the floor. Patrick 
was on top of me and was rubbing his body back and forth across mine. I 
reached up around Patrick's body and I ran my hands along the hulking form. 
He was a little bit husky, although he was certainly not a football player 
type. 

As I was feeling his back, I kept on pulling his shirt up out of his pants. 
Then I ran one of my hands along the warm flesh of his back and pushed the 
same hand down into the back of his pants, feeling the tightly muscled ass 
that would be so good when he fucked me. 

He was working my sweatshirt up, which was a pretty easy job. Once he had 
pulled it off and he was running his fingers over my tits, he said, "I just 
knew that you had pretty boobs like this underneath those loose clothes!" 

"Thank you," I whispered, loving to receive compliments like that. 

"But I'm feeling a little cold," he said, as he pulled his shirt off. 

"We should get into the sleeping bag," I said, reaching for my own slacks 
and peeling them down. "If this kept me warm in the freezing nights of the 
Mojave, then it should keep me warm in own apartment in New York." 

I watched as he pulled his pants and shorts down. His enormous prong slapped 
up against his belly and then he reached down into the pubic bush and 
scratched himself as if to call attention to the handsome staff that was 
pointing at me. 

I got into the sleeping bag and then held it open for him. As he climbed in 
we soon discovered that it was a tight fit for him. But I reached around 
behind him and zipped the bag shut so that we were both locked together 
inside of the satiny thing. 

With the sleeping bag completely closed, we were forced into a position 
where his body was pressing down on mine. We rolled around and around on the 
floor and the sleeping bag kept moving across the living room floor as we 
were moving. 

"I like the way that your boobs feel against my chest. And I like the way 
that your legs feel against my legs!" Patrick said. 

"Yeah!" I groaned. "Tell me about it!" 

I was looking right into his face because the light was on in the living 
room. He pressed his lips against mine and he kissed me. 

Now that I am in my twenties I no longer have to be coaxed to open my mouth 
in response to a man's tongue. As his lips parted, my lips parted also and I 
could feel our tongues intertwining. I pushed my tongue all the way into his 
mouth and then he pressed his teeth down on my moist mouth muscle, sucking 
on it hungrily and sending chills through me. 

As soon as he pulled his mouth away from mine, he pushed on my shoulders and 
pushed me down into the sleeping bag. I resisted a little bit. The sleeping 
bag was crowded enough already. 

But as he pressed me down, he mumbled, "Come on, babe, suck that cock!" 

I could feel the heat that was rushing through my body and I knew that I 
wanted to give him satisfaction. As I moved down along his body, my lips 
rubbed lightly against the hair that was in the middle of hisvchest. 

Then I was facing the hard dick that was sticking up so thickly from the 
bush of black pubic hairs. My tongue thrust out and I rubbed it along the 
head of the cock. Then I slid my tongue down the length of the hard prick. 

Rubbing my tongue lightly along the thickness of the dick, I was wetting the 
whole thing. Then I slid my tongue up around the head of the hard-on and I 
could taste the little trickling dribble of pre-cum that was oozing from the 
cock head. 

Quickly, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and tasted Patrick's gism. It 
was sweet and it was getting my pussy even hotter. 

Licking all around the length of the hot meat, I moved all the way down to 
the balls that were so big and round and hairy and filled with cock cream. 

Rubbing my lips along the wrinkled flesh of one of the balls, I enjoyed the 
feeling of it against my lips. Then I licked at the flesh and sucked on it. 

Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I took one of the balls into my mouth 
and pressed my lips and teeth down so that I could keep it captive where it 
Was. 

Then my tongue slid all around the luscious and musky smelling morsel that 
was in my mouth. I pressed the firm egg-shaped testicle against the roof of 
my mouth, using my tongue for pressure against the sensitive flesh of the 
ball. 

Sucking in my cheeks I knew that I was bringing pressure against the guy's 
balls. My nose was pressed in against the sweaty area that was on the inside 
of his thigh. 

As I slid my lips around the testicle and moved my mouth off the ball, I 
looked up and could see the living room light that was shining down through 
the gold, satiny fabric of the sleeping bag. Everything was getting close 
and warm for me in the confines of the sleeping bag. 

Moving my mouth from the ball, I managed to grasp one little bit of his 
wrinkled flesh between my teeth and to press my teeth down against the soft 
and sensitive flesh. 

I could hear him moaning out loud. Then I flicked out my tongue once again 
and I pushed it between his left testicle and his left thigh. There was a 
hot and close area there that was messy with the sweat and the sexual odors 
of the day. 

All day long that part of his body had been locked in between his balls and 
his leg and the moisture had grown intense on his skin. As I licked, I felt 
like I was being turned on the more that I was slobbering up. 

I had to reach down to my pussy lips so that I could press my fingers 
between the warm folds of the hot flesh. I spread the lips apart and started 
to frig myself. 

As I did that, I opened my mouth wide and took the head of the cock between 
my lips. I began to suck on the thick prong for all that I was worth. When I 
moved my lips all the way forward, I pressed my nose into his pubic patch 
and my chin rubbed against his balls. 

While that was rubbing back and forth, the head of his cock was rubbing back 
and forth against the smooth flesh that was all the way to the back of my 
throat. 

Then I began to slide my lips back and forth along the dick. I was pressing 
my lips down and I could feel the firmness of the flesh as I squeezed all 
along the length. 

At the same time, I was playing with my cunt. I could feel the thrills 
rushing through my body and I knew that I needed more than the simple 
feeling of my fingers against my pussy flesh. I knew that I had to have a 
cock shoved all the way inside of me. 

Pulling my lips off the enormous prong that had been fucking my face, I 
cried out, "Fuck me, Patrick! Patrick, I need to feel your big cock all the 
way inside of me!" 

"Suck it!" he snarled, viciously, pushing my head down in the sleeping bag. 

The air around my face was humid and foul and I really couldn't breathe any 
longer. But it was a struggle to get out of the inside of the sleeping bag. 
Patrick was the one who was struggling with me as he kept on snapping and 
shouting, "I want you sucking my dick!" 

"Just let me breathe!" I called out as my head came up through the top of 
the sleeping bag. 

"You wanna get fucked?" he sneered at me. "I'll show you some fucking!" 

I cried out as he pushed me down onto the floor. The sleeping bag was 
actually between me and the floor, but that didn't provide much padding at 
all. 

Patrick was pressing down on top of me and I could feel his hard dick, still 
wet from the spit of my mouth, pressing against the pussy patch that fringed 
my cunt lips. 

He really couldn't spread my legs very much because of the confining nature 
of the sleeping bag, but he managed to position his cock with the head at my 
cunt lips. 

Soon he was working his dick into the hot and wrinkled flesh of my pussy. He 
pushed to the right and to the left as he tried to get it inside of me. 

I arched my hips up a little bit in an effort to get the cock all the way 
into my cunt. I wanted to help him fuck me and I wanted to feel as much of 
the cock as I could. 

"You're really hot for it, aren't you?" he laughed as he grabbed my tits 
viciously. 

"Yes!" I replied. I suppose that I caught him off-guard with that reply. 

Then he slammed the full length of his dick into my cunt and cried out, "If 
you wanna get fucked, I'll really show you what it is to get your pussy 
fucked!" 

I looked over his shoulder and I could see the sleeping bag moving up and 
down wildly as he fucked my cunt. There we were in the middle of the bare 
living room floor with his cock all the way up my pussy and his ass moving 
at a mile a minute as he worked the flared cock head against the tender and 
sensitive cunt flesh. 

I was turning my head from side to side and I could feel gooseflesh that had 
risen up on the back of my neck and on my hands and feet as the cock was 
ripping into me. 

Looking up at Patrick's face I could see a wild and demonic look on the 
otherwise playful and boyish face. There was perspiration that was standing 
out on his body as he worked his cock in and out of the undulating pussy 
slit. 

Then I cried out, "Yes! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my hot pussy!" 

He gasped and snorted as he felt his balls pressing up against his body and 
knew that he was at the end of his fucking strength. The full length of his 
cock shoved all the way into my hot pussy just as the cunt flesh around my 
pussy imploded and clasped the dick. 

His lips were pressed down against mine and I breathed in unison with him as 
we felt our genitals locked together in a hot combination. 

There was a satisfied grin on his face as he pulled the cock out of my cunt. 
Then he looked over to the side and, before I could say anything, he 
unzipped the sleeping bag. 

As I saw him pulling his underpants up his legs, I said, "You don't have to 
get dressed." 

"I'm going home," Patrick said as he grabbed up his pants. 

"I have coffee here," I said. Adding, almost apologetically, "If you want to 
stay for breakfast." 

"I should go. I couldn't sleep on the hard floor," he said, pulling on the 
rest of his clothes. 

I was going to sleep on the hard floor. But, then again, it was my 
apartment. For a moment I thought of inviting myself back to his apartment, 
which would have had a bed. But, then I decided that if he didn't make the 
offer, I wouldn't. 

As he was getting dressed, I said, "I'm having my phone put in tomorrow 
morning, so I don't have a phone number yet that I can give you." 

"I'll see you around the bar," he said, turning to the door. I was going to 
ask him for his phone number so that I could give him my number when I got 
it. But it was obvious that he wasn't interested. He wasn't even going to 
pretend that he was interested. 

I got out of the sleeping bag, naked as I was, and I went to the door with 
him. He gave me a polite kiss on the lips and said, "Good luck in the new 
apartment." 

When I had shut the door and locked it, I said to myself, "Maybe my way with 
men is improving. This time the guy kissed me and wished me luck after 
fucking me!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

I looked up the word 'nymphomania' in a dictionary and it said that it was 
an uncontrollable desire by a woman for sexual intercourse. 

Now I wonder if I can honestly keep denying that I am a nymphomaniac. I am a 
woman. I have a desire for sexual intercourse and, in all honesty, I suppose 
that my desire is uncontrollable. When I feel that hot pussy juice dripping 
inside of me I know that I have to have a cock. 

Then I looked up the word 'slut' in the same dictionary. But the definition 
that they gave was very insulting and judgmental. It made sluts sound very 
unattractive and nasty. Therefore, I refuse to even discuss my relationship 
with that particular word. 

When I was a teenager I felt that I was going through a stage. I can recall 
when I was eleven and had first started to frig my pussy. I figured that it 
was impossible for me to keep on fingerfucking myself that often for too 
much longer. 

But as I reached twelve and thirteen and fourteen, I found that I was only 
frigging myself even more. It was something that became so uncontrollable 
that I would rush home from school and rush up the stairs to my bedroom. 

Once I was in my bedroom I would put a wire hanger on the doorknob and slip 
half of the hanger behind the dresser that was next to the door. That was my 
subtle way of locking my door shut. In case my mother tried the door, she 
wouldn't be suspicious about the fact that there was a hanger there and that 
it had accidentally slipped behind the dresser. 

In the course of the years I suppose that there were only two or three times 
where that hanger proved to be useful to me. But for those times alone I am 
grateful. 

When I was eleven and I had first started to play with my pussy, I used to 
think about boys undressing. That was the extent of my fantasy life. I would 
imagine undressing together with boys. In fact, I never even imagined them 
undressing all the way. 

I suppose that it sounds crazy now to say that my eleven-year-old 
masturbatory fantasy concerned being in my undies while a boy was in his 
shorts. To me, the thought of undressing and of having a boy without his 
clothes on was the most erotic thing that my young mind could invent and it 
was quite enough to bring me to an orgasm. 

The reason that the fantasies only went as far as underclothes was that I 
didn't know what a boy's naked cock looked like. (I use this word because I 
can't even recall what word I used for it as an eleven-year-old. Probably 
pee-pee.) 

With the help of the women's magazines that had nude centerfolds of men, I 
was able to flesh out my fantasies a little bit better. My mother never got 
such magazines, but I had one friend who had a divorced mother. I nurtured 
the friendship just so I would be able to go over there and look at her 
mother's sexy magazines when her mother was out. 

They were wonderful. They taught me what cocks looked like and I even found 
out what my pussy would look like once it started to grow hair. 

I know that there are some girls who don't like their snatches, but I'm just 
crazy about mine. Once I found out, through pictures in sexy magazines, what 
my bush would look like, I got into the habit of checking my cunt lips in 
the mirror every morning in hopes that I had started to get the lush pussy 
hairs that I admired on other women. 

It took a full year of patience since I was already twelve and a half when I 
first began to get the wispy strands that would eventually grow into my 
pussy patch. 

My masturbatory fantasies matured and my experience with boys increased. But 
I was soon hornier than ever. The little games of sexual coyness which were 
expected of me only made matters worse for the heat that kept growing in my 
pussy. 

There would be parties where the boys and girls would couple up. Then we 
would all kiss and make out. There wasn't even any feeling of the partner's 
body and to tell the truth, the kissing got awfully boring and tedious after 
awhile. 

The problem was that we would all be in someone's basement and all of the 
other couples would be around, looking at me, while I was kissing some guy. 

It was really more of a question of status than anything else. The girls 
would compare notes afterwards on which one of them got which guy. 

But for me, it was a matter of frustration. There I would be in the arms of 
a sexy guy. My pussy would be boiling over and I would be dying to play with 
it. 

That is not even mentioning the fact that I would be dying to reach into his 
pants and to see what he had in there. But if I did anything that my desires 
told me to do, then I would have been labeled a sexual nut and a bad girl. 

Eventually we progressed to the point where the boys and girls would go out 
on dates separately. When I started to date boys I was always anxious to 
feel the lump in their pants and I was anxious to get their fingers up into 
my pussy slit to fondle and excite me. But none of that was possible on 
those first dates. 

The boys were too nervous and slow and I was too concerned with keeping my 
good reputation in the small neighborhood. But, there reached a point where 
I couldn't take it anymore. 

Whenever I had a date I knew that the boy was leaving horny and I knew that 
he was going home to jerk off afterwards. That made me horny and I would 
spend half the night awake and frigging my hot pussy wildly. 

When I followed the natural course of action and tried to get the boy to 
frig my pussy, I got known around the school as a bad girl. 

Well, I was a bad girl! Either I was over-sexed or all of my friends in high 
school were under-sexed, or they all did a wonderful job of hiding their 
feelings. 

Once I had lost my cherry at the age of fifteen, I figured that it really 
didn't matter what I did in school. I was a senior and I would be leaving 
the school by the end of the year, so even if everyone said nasty things 
about me, it wouldn't matter. 

Besides, I didn't fit the description of a bad girl. I didn't go around with 
green eye make-up and extremely short skirts and I didn't hang around the 
door to the locker room waiting to pounce on boys. Perhaps it was because I 
waited till I was a senior before unleashing my desires that saved me from 
becoming a stereotype. 

I know that I was a very beautiful girl then. Back then I didn't have that 
sort of self-esteem and I always felt gawky about myself. But now I can look 
at myself and say that I have the features that make up a very attractive 
young woman. 

My hair has generally been worn long. It is brown, but it has a lovely 
reddish glow which is picked up by my reddish pussy hairs. My breasts and 
hips were never the largest in the class, but they are very nicely shaped 
and I have never had a weight problem. 

All of the boys seemed to agree that my figure felt just fine. And that 
should be proof because there were enough boys who got their hands on my 
body that year. 

Since I hadn't realized that I was really beautiful, I went through a very 
rough period that year, which has since been explained to me by an analyst 
that I went to in Los Angeles. 

If any guy told me that I was pretty I would immediately be willing to 
spread my legs and let him fuck the hell out of me. It didn't matter what 
the guy looked like. I was complimented by the compliment and that was all 
that I needed! 

Even today my pussy juice will flow if a guy tells me that I am pretty or if 
his cock gets hard because of me. I think, in essence, that what gets my 
cunt really moving is the thought that this guy's cock is hard because of 
the heat of my pussy and because he thinks that I'm sexy and attractive. 
That's an incredible turn-on to me. 

By the time that I went away to college I was disillusioned by my sexual 
freedom. 

Although I had maintained my stand that I didn't care what the kids in 
school said about me, I found that I was unable to find a nice guy who would 
treat me tenderly. 

That's what I really needed. I said before that I need a cock up my pussy 
very often, but I also need to be held tight and to be given affection and 
warmth by a loving guy. 

Nobody gave affection and warmth to the school slut. I would be clutching 
onto some guy's back and running my fingers along his skin as I licked his 
ear and he would be grunting like a pig while he rammed his prick into my 
pussy. 

When I went away to college I resolved that I would be a different person. I 
didn't want to continue to be the bad girl with the tainted reputation! 

But, even though I succeeded in staying cool and collected for a few months 
at college, my hot pussy soon got the best of me and I was on fire as I went 
through the men on the campus. There were a lot of people who stayed clear 
of me. 

Then, when I was a senior I met a fellow named Gary. I had decided that the 
best bet for me was to maintain a superior air. I would act like I didn't 
care what anyone thought of me. It succeeded so well that most of the time 
even I believed it. 

Gary was a different sort of person though. He didn't let my bull throw him. 
When I was introduced to him, my friend, Miriam, said, "Watch out for Diana. 
She's an evil woman." 

"I am purely a hedonist," I said to him. "I'll do anything for pleasure." 

"That's funny," he said in a voice that was not at all commanding. "I'm also 
a hedonist when it comes to sex and living." Since we were kids in college 
it was considered fashionable to say things like that to each other. 

Later that afternoon he was up in my room. When I peeled his clothes off of 
him, I found that he was very good looking with a sleek and smooth swimmer's 
body. He also turned out to be an adept fucker. 

My pussy was sore from the long cock that curved just slightly to the right. 
Then as we were lying in bed together and sipping a glass of wine that we 
were sharing, he looked at me and said, "You'll have to meet Susan 
sometime." 

"Susan? Who's Susan?" I asked him, sitting up in bed and hoping it was his 
cat. 

"Susan and I have been dating for a year and a half," Gary said, without any 
note of apology or shame in his voice. 

I remained calm, knowing that this was all part of the game. In adult 
circles if a man slept with a woman and then informed her that he had been 
seeing some other woman for a year and a half, there would have been some 
sort of confrontation. 

But, I couldn't blame Gary for anything. We had met and had immediately 
discussed our mutually hedonistic natures. We had gotten together purely for 
our sexual thrills. 

However, without saying a word to him, I decided that I was not going to see 
him again, no matter how sexually exciting I found him and no matter what 
offer he might make. 

That Friday I got a call and it was Gary. I was cordial, but cold on the 
phone. Then he asked what I was doing that night. 

"I think I have plans, but thank you for thinking of me," I said, in a curt 
tone. 

"Oh," he remarked. "I was wondering if Susan and I might come over to your 
apartment." 

"You and Susan?" I asked, losing my calm and collected tone for a moment. 

"I told you that I wanted you to meet her," he said. "And I think the three 
of us might make some interesting music together." 

There was something about Gary that was very much like the pied piper. I 
could not refuse him. That night I opened the door and welcomed Gary and 
Susan inside. 

It was amazing to me that Susan was in many ways similar to me. She had long 
brown hair, although hers lacked the bright reddish luster that made mine so 
distinctive. When she pulled her clothes off, she complained that her 
breasts were not large enough, but I was jealous of the firm and very nicely 
shaped boobs that she had. 

The first time that the three of us climbed into my bed together, it was an 
awkward experience. Gary was in the middle and I was pressing my pussy lips 
against his firm thigh. 

Then I reached across his body and touched Susan's body very lightly as if I 
were afraid of getting burnt. That wasn't far from the truth, since I was 
afraid that she would be shocked when I touched her. 

But she was not shocked. She ran her fingers along my hand as my hand played 
with the very large and firm pink area that was around her tits. 

Then her fingers moved up my hand and my arm until they were at my breasts. 
Gary was getting a great thrill out of watching the two of us together. 

He actually slid out of the way and I found that my body was pressing up 
against Susan's body. I looked over at him and said, "What do you think 
you're doing?" 

"You two seem to be enjoying yourselves!" he said with a sly smile. 

Susan's legs were spread and wrapped around my thigh so that her pussy lips 
were rubbing up and down against the smooth flesh that was tautly pulled 
around my thigh. 

I looked directly at Susan and she smiled, slightly embarrassed, as she 
said, "I've never done anything like this before, either." 

Pressing my pussy down against her thigh and trying to spread my legs even 
wider so that my cunt lips could work themselves even tighter against the 
thigh, I said, "Yeah. But it does feel good. It's strange, but it feels 
really good." 

Susan pushed me over and soon she was on top of me. I looked over at Gary 
who was lying next to the two of us and he was slowly jerking his cock off 
as the two of us intertwined sensually, pressing our pussies against each 
other. 

My fingers tentatively moved to her cunt lips and I ran them up and down 
along the delicate and very moist flesh of the vagina. Pulling the cunt lips 
apart I pressed my fingers against the hot flesh that was on the inside of 
her twat. 

It was wonderfully responsive against my fingers. It was a wild experience 
feeling another woman's cunt, but I can't say that it didn't get me very 
excited. 

As I was working my index finger in and out of her delicate vagina, I could 
feel her fingers pressing all over the lips and the pussy patch of my twat. 

My thumb was lightly rubbing back and forth over the pussy patch and it felt 
downy and soft. 

Then, without any warning, Susan suddenly ducked down and her face was right 
next to my pussy. Everything on that bed was still for a moment. Even Gary 
stopped jerking off. 

Susan pressed her lips against my cunt lips and she rubbed back and forth. 
At the sensation of the warm flesh of her lips rubbing over my twat, I felt 
a thrill through my body that was rushing up from my pussy. 

Then the girl thrust out her tongue and I could feel it moving slowly down 
one side of my pussy lips and then up the other side. She paused and pressed 
her tongue tightly against the moist flesh, giving me the impression that 
she was licking up the moisture that had oozed out onto the lips of my 
vagina. 

There was a humming sound from the girl and I sensed that she was approving 
of the flavor of my pussy juice. Then I felt her tongue pressing against my 
cunt and I knew that she was trying to spread my pussy lips apart. I arched 
my hips up to make them a better target. 

She managed to pull my cunt lips apart and to get her tongue inside of the 
hot confines of the vagina. As soon as she had pressed her tongue into my 
aching hole, it snapped shut around the invading tongue. 

Susan was soon struggling to pull her tongue out of my twat and the movement 
of her struggling was making me hotter than ever. There was more movement 
and more juice that was forming in the hot confines of my vagina and I could 
tell that it was loosening up. 

Soon, with the addition of the wriggling movement and the juicing up of my 
pussy, the girl was able to jab her tongue all the way into my pussy. 

After that she was fucking my cunt with her hot tongue, sending wild chills 
up through my body. 

My legs clasped shut around the sides of her face and I was rubbing the warm 
and smooth flesh of the inside of my legs against the silkiness of her hair. 

It was so erotic that I could feel the orgasm beginning to surge in my pussy 
right then. Then Susan pulled her lips away from my cunt and moved away from 
the tightly confining vagina. 

"Wh-what?" I asked, almost as if I had been taken out of a daze. 

When I looked to one side of me, Susan was lying there next to me. When I 
looked to the other side of me, Gary was lying there next to me. I smiled at 
them both. 

Since I was turned toward Gary, he pressed his lips down against my lips and 
thrust his tongue into my mouth. I began to suck on his tongue with all my 
strength. 

As soon as his hand went down and began to play in the moist folds of my 
pussy, left even wetter by the attentions of Susan's tongue, I reached over 
and grasped his thick cock in my hand, running my fingers up and down along 
the shaft. 

Then I pulled my lips from his and turned in the other direction. I looked 
into Susan's glistening and dark eyes. She moved her face toward mine and my 
lips just naturally opened for her kiss. 

It was only after her lips were pressed against mine and only after her 
tongue was inside of my mouth that I became aware of the taste of my own 
pussy juice that was on her tongue. 

But, there was no way that I could reject the girl's kiss. After all, she 
had been willing to eat my pussy. I could at least be willing to kiss her in 
return. 

With one hand still on Gary's cock, I reached my other hand down to Susan's 
pussy. I knew that I wasn't giving her nearly the pleasure that she had 
given me with her tonguing, but at least I was doing something for her that 
would give her pleasure. 

Gary and Susan were both working on my pussy. It was a remarkable sensation 
to feel two different hands on my body, one of them so soft and feminine and 
the other one so firm and powerful. My body was moving around insanely. 

Then as Susan pulled her tongue from my mouth, she said, "I'd love to watch 
Gary fucking you." 

"Oh, yes!" was all that I had to say to put the two of them into action. 

My legs were up over my shoulders and Gary was leaning back with his ass 
pressing down against his heels. He lifted himself up and his thick cock, 
with the slightly curved head, was pressing against the moist and responsive 
flesh of my pussy lips. 

He started to work his dick into my hot hole and I could feel it as it 
pushed the flesh aside and made its way into the tightness of the deep 
vagina. 

Then, when he had half of his cock worked into my twat, he slammed forward 
and pushed the rest of his meat into the tight hole. I arched my hips up so 
that it would add even greater force to the shoving thrust of the boy. 

"You really want it in you, don't you?" he called out to me with a smile. 

"Yes!" I shouted. I already knew that I couldn't lie at a time like that. 

As he was fucking in and out of my pussy, Susan began to feel my breasts and 
to run her fingers over my face. I was kissing her fingers tenderly. 

It was such a thrilling juxtaposition for me. I could feel the wild 
viciousness of Gary's movements inside of my pussy and I could feel the 
gentle sensation of Susan's fingers lightly feeling my face and my boobs. 

Then when I looked up at Susan I could see that she was kneeling right next 
to my face. When I turned to the side I could see that she was spreading her 
own cunt lips. 

"Lick my pussy," she whispered to me. "Just lick it out really nice and 
easy!" 

She never forced me, but there was a rocket that was rushing through my 
body. I pressed my face against her cunt lips and I licked lightly up and 
down along the flesh. 

Since she was spreading her own cunt with her own fingers, I could easily 
slip my tongue into the tight folds of the vagina. When the cunt was 
clasping around my tongue and I was struggling to move around inside of it, 
I remembered when I had been on the receiving end of the same sensations and 
that made me feel wonderful. 

In the same way that I got pleasure when I knew that I was giving thrills to 
a guy, it gave me pleasure to know that I was giving thrills to a girl. 

My tongue was shoving in and out of her hot vagina and then I could feel the 
movement in her pussy. Because of the way that Gary was fucking me at the 
same time, I found that I was tongue-fucking Susan's pussy at the same tempo 
that Gary was using on me. 

When the pussy flesh around my cunt was getting thicker and Gary's thrusting 
jabs were getting much harder and were really ripping into my cunt flesh, I 
began to eat Susan's cunt with even more vigor and power. 

Gary slammed his cock all the way into me and he was pressed down so tight 
that I could feel his dark pubic hairs rubbing against my reddish pussy 
hairs. I could even feel his balls rubbing up against the smooth flesh on 
the inside of my thighs. 

His cock head slammed up against the delicate pussy flesh and I could feel 
my cunt responding with a wild explosion of its own as it collapsed around 
the dick. 

My cunt was wriggling and undulating all around the hard prick and we were 
locked together in a hot orgasm. This sent chills to all the extremities of 
my body. 

Even my tongue suddenly became rigid as I felt the cock juice that was 
pumping madly into the tightness of my twat. My firm tongue was pressing up 
and down against Susan's pussy flesh and I could feel her cunt meat 
collapsing around my tongue just the way that my cunt meat was collapsed 
around Gary's hard prick. 

It was one of the really memorable fucks of my life. The three of us 
continued to fool around for a few months until I graduated and went off to 
graduate school in California. 

When I started to fool around with Susan I had to face the question of 
whether or not I was a lesbian. I decided that I wasn't! 

There was a period that I went through when I wasn't so certain about what I 
was feeling and what was really going on inside of me. Very soon after I had 
met Gary and Susan, I refused to deal with Susan anymore. I said, "I'm not a 
dyke and I'm not gonna let her make me one!" 

For about two weeks I avoided the two of them. What was really ripping me 
apart was that both of them remained absolutely cool and calm about it. 

When I made the wild accusation against Susan, saying that she was trying to 
make me a dyke, I know that she could have responded by saying that she had 
never done anything with another girl before she and I made it in bed 
together. But she chose not to say a word to me. She just shrugged her 
shoulders and smiled, like she didn't care what I said. 

When I'm starting to get upset about something it's difficult for me to deal 
with someone who remains completely rational and quiet and calm. That makes 
me absolutely furious. 

After those two weeks I found Gary without Susan and I told him that I 
wanted to make it with him. But he said, "I can't deal with someone who's 
uptight." 

"Who's uptight?" I asked, sharply. "I just don't want to become a dyke." 

"Go with the flow!" he told me. "Don't spend so much time worrying about 
things." 

After another week I took his advice and I ended up back in bed with him and 
with Susan. It was really terrific the wonderfully sexual thing that the 
three of us had together. 

But the thing that eventually convinced me that I wasn't really a lesbian 
was a talk that I had with myself. I sat down in my room alone and said, 
"When I frig my pussy what do I think about? What is it that gets me turned 
on and hot?" 

It didn't take much effort for me to answer that question. The thing that 
always got me hot was cocks and the idea of a guy fucking me. In fact, it 
wasn't only the cock inside my pussy that made me hot, it was the guy's 
entire body. 

When I would be fingerfucking my cunt I would be thinking about running my 
hands over a guy's arms while he was holding me and pressing my fingers down 
against the firmly muscled cheeks of his ass as he pumped in and out of my 
twat. 

If that was what I thought about when I was alone and was free to think 
about anything that I wanted to, I figured that that was enough evidence of 
my heterosexuality. 

As for the fact that I enjoyed feeling Susan's body next to mine, I figured 
that it was just because her body felt nice and it was a change of pace. 
When I think back on it and remember the fun that Susan and I had together, 
I still feel that playing with another pussy is a hot idea. It feels just 
like mine. 

Then I got accepted to graduate school in Los Angeles and I felt a strange 
loss inside of me. It wasn't as though I could have called Gary my boyfriend 
even though we were sleeping together three or four nights a week, sometimes 
even without Susan present. 

But our relationship had started with the idea that we were both purely 
hedonistic and that we were just doing everything for the physical pleasure. 

I was actually embarrassed to try to tell him that I was feeling more than 
that for him. I know that I never could have had the courage to admit that I 
was feeling some emotional attachment for Susan. She and I never had sex 
together without Gary present. 

When I left the college that was the end of our relationship. But my pussy 
still tingles when I think about the wonderful times that I had in bed with 
Gary and Susan. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

I was exhausted by the time that Patrick had left. Even though I was 
sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of my apartment I fell sound asleep. 

It was a good thing that the buzzer for my apartment was a very loud one. It 
woke me up with a sudden screech not too long after eight in the morning. I 
rushed up, tangled in the sleeping bag. 

When I had buzzed the telephone man to come into the building, I grabbed my 
robe and pulled it on since I realized that I was completely naked. 

I was still tying the belt of the robe when the doorbell rang. Opening the 
door I smiled at the good looking guy who was standing there with his 
equipment dangling from his belt. 

"Come on in," I said as I moved out of the way and he moved inside. 

"Do you know where you want the instruments?" he asked, looking up and down 
my body. 

"Yes," I said quickly, bustling around the apartment while he investigated 
where the phone lines were already located. He was soon doing his job and 
stapling down wire all around the apartment as I stood by and watched him. 

"Sorry I woke you up," he said, looking at me in the robe and then at the 
sleeping bag. 

"I'm glad to be getting this over with," I said, a little groggy because of 
the wild night that I had shared with Patrick the night before. 

"Which way is the bathroom?" he asked. Adding a polite, "If I may." 

I pushed open the bathroom door and he moved through, saying, "Thank you." 

Since the toilet was directly opposite the door, his back was facing me as 
he stood in front of the toilet. He did not shut the door even though he 
knew that I was standing right there. 

I couldn't see anything because of the angle at which he was standing, but I 
could see that he was moving his hands around the front of his pants as he 
opened his zipper and I could see the back of his pants getting loose as he 
pulled the front of his pants open. 

For a moment I thought that I should shut the door of the bathroom, but then 
I just kept on staring at the back of his jeans, knowing that he was holding 
his penis and peeing. 

After a quiet pause I could hear the hissing sound of his piss hitting the 
water of the toilet bowl. I wondered if he could tell that I was looking at 
him. 

Then there was an end to the hissing stream of piss and I could just hear 
some droplets of liquid that were hitting the water in the bowl. As it 
tinkled into the bowl he looked over his shoulder and stared right into my 
eyes. 

Suddenly I realized that I should look away from him. He was looking at me 
and I shouldn't have been looking back at him. But with his eyes piercing 
right through me, I wasn't able to look away. I even found that I was 
smiling at him. 

He had curly blonde hair and a sparkling look in his face that made me feel 
that he was Irish. 

As he turned around, without bothering to close his pants, my eyes just 
naturally slid down the length of his body and looked at his crotch. 

That's when I saw the thick prong that he was playing with. Through the open 
front of his jeans I could see that he was wearing boxer shorts and he was 
playing with the hard cock that was sticking out of the open fly of the 
cotton boxers. 

"You like it?" he asked in a voice that was a low hiss. 

I nodded, without even saying a word. He looked right at me and said, "Then 
take it!" 

Without any hesitation I fell to my knees and was right in front of his 
cock. He didn't stop moving his fingers over the hard prong as he jerked it 
back and forth. 

But my anxious lips managed to catch the dick and to begin to suck it. I was 
sliding my mouth back and forth along the thickness of the hard-on. 

Soon he was moving his hips back and forth and fucking me in the mouth. His 
dungarees were already starting to drop down to his knees and his baggy 
boxer shorts were still completely on so that I was sucking his cock through 
his fly. 

Each time that my lips pressed all the way forward against the hard prong of 
the dick, I could feel the wet area of the cotton boxer shorts that were 
pressing against my lips. I couldn't tell whether the moisture was from his 
sexual excitement or his pissing. 

The telephone man was pulling the buttons open on his shirt and was 
revealing a well-defined and smooth chest that showed a few of the freckles 
that I had expected him to have. 

He dropped his shirt to the floor of the bathroom and then he pushed my face 
from his cock so that he could work his shorts down his legs and allow his 
dick to slap up against his belly, fully free. 

When I saw the slim hips and the sensual body of the young man, my pussy was 
creaming up. He looked down at me and said, "Take off that robe. Let me see 
what you've got." 

I pulled at the belt that was holding my robe closed and it fell back as I 
moved my arms back. I was completely naked with my bare knees pressing into 
the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. 

"How about taking a bath?" I suggested, feeling it was a bright idea. 

"A bath?" he asked, tilting his head to one side as if he figured that I was 
a nut. 

"I just woke up and you look like you're all hot and sweaty from work!" I 
said quickly. 

He chuckled a little and said, "I just started work. But you can take a bath 
and I'll watch." 

As I leaned over the tub to turn on the water, I pressed my legs together to 
try to stop the flow of pussy juice. The idea of having this handsome guy 
watching me in the bath was very hot. 

Since I had to get a new shower spigot I couldn't take a shower, but I had 
already put up a curtain around the tub so that I could have the feeling of 
privacy in my otherwise stark and bare apartment. The water was running into 
the enormous tub and I climbed in. 

I have one of these old-fashioned bathtubs that has feet on it. It is 
enormous and there was room in it for both of us as I gave the naked 
telephone man a wink. He leaned one thigh on the side of the tub and he 
stroked his dick. 

Since I was sitting in the slowly filling tub I realized that my lips were 
once again right on a level with his cock. I pressed my lips around the hard 
dong and I started to suck on it with a really voracious appetite. 

As I did that, he finally gave in and started to climb into the bathtub with 
me. 

I was sucking him off and he was pressing his body down against my face as 
the hot water kept on pouring into the tub and filling up all around me. 

"Suck that dick, girl!" the man hissed under his breath. 

I could feel his flat, washboard stomach pressing right into my face and I 
could feel the curly blonde pubic hairs that were scratching my nose. His 
legs were so powerful that he was holding himself up by his legs as he slid 
back and forth into my mouth. 

Each time that the broad head of his cock slammed against the back of my 
throat, I could feel myself tensing up in reaction to it. But I loved it 
anyway. 

Suddenly, he slid his cock out of my mouth and said, "Now that you got it 
nice and wet, I'll be able to shove it into your ass hole!" 

"My ass hole?" I called out. "No! You can't!" 

"That's what you think, little lady!" the rough man said as he grabbed the 
back of my thighs with his powerful hands and pulled them up over my head. 

My ankles were on either side of my face and I felt like my legs were going 
to crack off from being pushed over so far. Then I could feel his cock 
rubbing past my pussy lips. 

There was a tingling sensation that rushed through my body as I felt his 
cock coming so close to my pussy. I shuddered with delight at the hot 
contact. 

But then his cock kept on moving down and I could feel it pressing against 
my ass hole. I tensed up my entire body. I had never been fucked up the ass 
hole and it was not a great desire of mine. 

"Please!" I called out. "Put it in my pussy! I really want it in my pussy!" 

I was shocked when he slapped me across the face and said, "Shut up, slut! 
You'll get it right where I want to put it and you'll like it there!" 

His cock head was pressing against the tightly clinging confines of my ass 
hole and I could feel him pushing apart the virgin opening with the broad 
head of his dick. 

Although it was hard work for him to push his cock into my tight anal 
opening, he was doing all that he could to reach that goal. I could feel the 
first bit of stretching as he began to push on his cock head and the pain 
was already shooting up through my body. 

Then he shoved forward and I could feel his cock head pushing into the hot 
opening of my ass hole. The tight flesh was being tugged and pushed by the 
hard cock that was shoving forward. 

After a great deal of effort, he had his cock head into my ass hole and then 
he arched his hips up and seemed to be working at getting all of his 
strength into his cock. 

He slammed forward, but after he had pushed his dick just an inch or so into 
my bottom hole it suddenly felt like the broad shaft of the cock was shoving 
the flesh of my ass cheeks into my hole. 

I felt certain that he was going to turn me inside out in his efforts to get 
that cock into my bottom. But then he pulled his cock back a little bit so 
that he could shove it forward a little further. 

That was the way that, with a good deal of effort, he was able to shove his 
cock all the way into my ass hole. At first I had been afraid that he was 
going to try to ram into me with one vicious stroke, but instead of doing 
that he pressed his cock in a little at a time. 

As he was working on that I began to wish that he had pushed the entire 
prong into me with one stroke. Although that would have been painful it 
would have been a pain that would have ended soon afterwards. But the way he 
was doing it was jolting at my body. 

He had the entire length of his cock inside my ass and I could feel it 
swelling and pulsing with juice as he said, "I knew you were a slut right 
away!" 

"How dare you call me that?" I cried out, feeling humiliated and degraded 
that he was taking this strange virginity from me in the bathtub of my own 
new apartment. 

He laughed at me and started to move his cock in and out of my ass hole as 
he said, "That's what you are, isn't it?" 

"No!" I cried out, but I realized that he was pushing me down into the water 
and that the water was raising up to the level where it was coming over my 
face. 

His cock was pulling and pushing at the flesh of my ass hole. It was more 
than simply fucking in and out of my ass hole. Since my ass was not properly 
lubricated, he was actually pulling at the moist and clinging flesh of my 
ass hole. 

"Y-you're going to drown me!" I cried out as I tensed my muscles to keep 
from sinking under the water. 

But he was arching his head back and he was enjoying the thrill that was 
rushing through his body. That bastard really didn't even care if he had 
drowned me as long as he got the thrill in his cock of feeling the fucking 
sensation. 

I was not even thinking about the pain in my ass hole as his cock rammed 
back and forth. The only thing that was important to me was the fact that I 
was trying to keep my head, literally, above the water in the tub as more of 
the steaming water poured in. 

The telephone man was having a wonderful time of ramming his cock in and out 
of my tight ass hole. And then he reached up to my pussy and pressed his 
fingers down against the flesh. 

That immediately reminded me about the steaming feeling that I had in my 
pussy. My cunt had been on the verge of an explosion and when his powerful 
fingers pressed right between the pussy flesh and shoved down against the 
moist interior flesh of my body, I went over the verge of that explosion and 
I could feel the wild spasm that was starting. 

I discovered something that was fascinating to me. As my pussy spasmed, I 
was also spasming in my ass hole. The flesh around the man's thick, invading 
cock was tightening and loosening continually each time that my pussy flesh 
tightened and loosened. 

Up until then I had never realized the wonderful sensations that were going 
on in the rest of my body. I had been so busy feeling the sensations in my 
pussy that I had not been aware of the spasms in my ass hole. 

The brutal attack by the telephone installation man was what made me aware 
of my body. 

But, as I was in the middle of my orgasm, I lost the tension that had been 
holding my body firmly in place. My head soon sank below the level of the 
water in the tub. 

I couldn't breathe and I was in a desperate situation because he was 
pressing down on top of me!" 

It was only when I was struggling wildly and flailing my arms that he 
allowed me to get up and get a breath of air. I wasn't even aware of the way 
that he pulled his dick out of my ass hole. I was too busy breathing and 
coughing hysterically. 

By the time that I had finished coughing, I looked up and saw that the 
handsome telephone man had finished drying himself and was pulling his boxer 
shorts up. 

Since I didn't know what to say to him, I just looked at him. Then I shut 
the water in the tub and started to get out of it. It was a good thing that 
it was such an old and large bathtub or else it would have overflowed 
considering how long the water had run. 

By the time that I was out of the tub, the telephone man was completely 
dressed. He went into the other room and called a number to make sure that 
my phone was operating correctly. Then he turned to me and said, "Okay. If 
there are any problems with the phone in the course of the next month, 
please call the number that I'm leaving for you right here." 

"That's it?" I asked as I came into the bedroom, wrapped in my towel. 

"Have a nice day and good luck in your new apartment," he said as he left my 
place quickly. 

Considering the two men I had been through in less than twelve hours I know 
that I cannot explain why I was haunting the singles' bar again that night. 

I hadn't planned on going, but it was right at the corner and it was so 
convenient to go there. 

When I sat at the bar, Bobby Ray, the manager, came over to me once again 
and said, "I knew that I'd see you back in here, Diana." 

"Could you tell that I was the type?" I asked, trying to make it into a 
joke. 

"I just knew," he said, as his fingers pressed up along the side of my face. 

There was a thrill rushing through my body in response to the feeling of 
Bobby's fingers. I had to arch my back in reaction to the wonderful tingling 
that was inside me. 

Then he leaned forward against the bar and licked my ear as he said, "I get 
a hard-on every time that I have to serve you. Did you know that?" 

I just moaned a sensual moan and then said, "My pussy is wet!" 

"I know!" he said, pulling me closer. 

Even though the bar was between us, we were each pressing against opposite 
sides of the rosewood bar and I could feel the moisture that felt like it 
was going to melt my panties. 

"When, Bobby?" I asked him, blowing in his ear as I did. 

"I have to deal with my old lady now!" he said, with a disappointed tone in 
his voice. 

I tried to be graceful and casual about extricating myself from his grasp as 
I said, "Sure." 

He slid his face from mine as he said, "I won't keep kissing you, even 
though I want to. I don't want to ruin your chances with the other guys 
around here." 

"Thanks," I said, with a weak smile on my face. "White wine, please." 

A little while later the second bartender introduced himself to me. His name 
was Paul and he was built a little huskier than Bobby. He had very 
short-clipped blonde hair and a gap between his two front teeth that made 
his boyish, ail-American good looks look even more charming to me. I would 
have settled for either of the bartenders. 

But they were both busy. It was obvious that the bar was getting more 
popular under Bobby's direction. I was trying to look casual. 

A long time ago I had learned that when I looked too anxious in a singles' 
bar none of the guys were interested in me. It was when I managed to look 
casual that the guys would be flocking around me. But that wasn't always 
such an easy thing to do. 

When you are feeling very hot, it is not a simple matter to look casual! 

Bobby came over to me and I smiled at him. Then he leaned across the bar and 
said, "I have to take a piss. How would you like to drink it?" 

"Wh-what?" I said, pulling away from him, feeling a little shocked. 

The expression on his face was absolutely calm and straight as he said, "You 
heard what I said." 

I paused and then said, "No, thanks." My tone was flat and emotionless. 

He stood up straight and said, "I don't want you to get the wrong impression 
about me!" 

Then he turned and went toward the restrooms which were in the back of the 
bar. I didn't understand what his final remark meant. He had invited me to 
drink his piss and I don't know how I could possibly have misunderstood the 
offer. 

I watched him as he moved through the people, talking to everyone that he 
passed. That was part of his job as manager and that was what added to the 
friendliness of the place. 

Then I saw Bobby going into one of the restrooms. There were two rooms in 
the back and each of them was only designed to hold one person, therefore 
they had never even designated sexes on the doors to the toilets. 

I kept watching the door that Bobby had entered and then I saw a very 
over-blown and sexy blonde entering that same restroom. Obviously he had 
left the door unlatched and had arranged that she would follow him into the 
room. 

If only I had x-ray vision at that time I would have looked right through 
the door. I knew that Bobby was pissing and that the blonde girl was 
drinking down his piss. 

Much as that shocked me, there was also something very sensual about it. I 
was still staring at the door a moment later when Bobby came strutting out 
of the toilet. 

He was coming back toward the bar and I was looking at the door as the 
blonde girl came out of the little room with a very satisfied grin on her 
face. 

Before I even realized it, Bobby was standing right next to me. I turned and 
looked at him, shocked that he was there. Then I looked around and tried to 
smile at him, pretending that I had not been staring at everything that had 
happened. 

His large and strong hand was pressing against the back of my head and 
pulling me close to his face so that he could kiss me. His lips were 
pressing hard against mine and I could feel his rough tongue urging my lips 
to part so that he could press it against my tongue. 

Pulling his lips from mine, he whispered in my ear, "That bag is a good 
customer. So, I let the bag drink my piss. She enjoyed it." 

"Sure," I said, feeling uncomfortable that he had brought up the subject. 
"Look, I don't put anybody down for what they want to do. You don't have to 
apologize to me!" 

"I'm not into having a girl drink my piss, but I'm the manager here and I 
like to keep my customers happy. If you know what I mean." 

"I try to be open to all sorts of new sexual experiences!" I said. "But I'm 
uptight about a lot of things. I mean, I don't expect that I'm ever going 
to. . . " 

"That's okay, babe!" he said, his arm still around my neck. "I let her drink 
my piss. But I don't kiss her!" Then he pressed his lips tightly against my 
lips. 

I was sitting on the barstool, but he pulled me up so that he could rub his 
hands around my breasts. Then I pulled my lips away and looked around the 
place as I said, "I don't want to get a reputation around here for being a 
slut!" 

Bobby Ray winked at me and laughed. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Even though leaving Gary and Susan behind at college was painful for me, I 
decided that going to California would give me the one further chance that I 
needed. 

I was tired of being called a slut and being known as a trashy girl who 
would put out for any guy. There were instances in my diary where I would 
comment that I had gotten a particular guy to fuck me and I felt that it was 
a boost to my ego. 

Well, there were enough instances like that, that affected my ego in a 
positive way, that I no longer needed ego bolstering things to happen to me. 

What I really needed was to learn how to have a meaningful relationship with 
a guy. That really sounds like a phrase out of my college days. But, now 
that I'm already in my middle twenties rather than being a kid, I know that 
I want a meaningful relationship. 

If that sounds like a cliche, there is nothing that I can do about it. 

When I went to California I decided that I would not get a reputation as the 
slut of my new school. But, I soon discovered that it was even easier than I 
had thought to maintain that promise to myself. 

The music school where I went to study piano and composition in Los Angeles 
was a very wild place. I was able to fuck all the guys that I wanted and 
still not get any particular reputation. It wasn't that I had changed it was 
that I was surrounded by people who were doing the same exact thing as I had 
been doing all along. 

Almost all of the girls in that music school were willing to put out for the 
boys and so when I came along and was ready to spread my legs for anyone 
with a nice cock, it was a simple matter of living my life and fitting in 
with the rest of the group. 

I had been in Los Angeles for almost three years and I had almost finished 
my time at school when I finally had a relationship with somebody. 

It is sufficient to say here that the end of that relationship was the 
reason that I came back to New York. I couldn't stay in the same city with 
him and I knew that I had to start my life over again once we broke up. 

Many people will say to me, "But you were only together for eight months. 
How serious could that have been for you?" 

My response is, "It was serious!" It was certainly the most serious 
relationship that I ever had in my life and the one for which I had the most 
hope. 

There are times that I feel that our relationship died because we fucked it 
to death. In retrospect I fear that we were doing a little too much fucking 
for our own good! 

We would both come home from work and I would put up something for dinner. 
Then he would, fuck me before we ate as we were waiting for dinner to be 
done. 

While we were eating dinner, we would make plans about going to see a movie 
or calling some friends and getting together with them. But by the time that 
we finished dinner and he had done the dishes, we would be back in bed once 
again. 

Sometimes we would just have some foreplay and then watch some television 
before we had our final night fuck. But there were other times when we could 
not control the foreplay and would not bother with the television, so that 
we would end up fucking twice before the evening was over and we were both 
able to get to sleep. 

In the morning when we would wake up, he would usually fuck me, although I 
am not a morning person and did not respond well to the attacks that would 
take place at that hour. 

It was with that sort of pattern that the two of us continued. We never saw 
friends and we hardly ever went out to the movies or the beach. There were 
some Sundays when the blinds would be down all day long and we would fuck 
wildly from morning to night without ever putting on a stitch of clothing. 

Even though we were only together for eight months, there are some couples 
who have been married for five years who have not fucked as many times as we 
did! 

By the time that the relationship came to an end, I realized, sadly, that we 
didn't have anything to talk about. 

The only thing that the two of us had ever done was to fuck! Even though we 
kept on finding different positions and we kept on using different 
fantasies, I suppose that we needed more in our relationship. 

And yet, how can any relationship be faulted that was as much fun as ours 
was. 

There was one night, the night when we first began to get off on fantasy 
trips, when I was starting to climb under the blankets, after having turned 
off the lights. 

As I was getting into the bed, naked, I looked at my lover's handsome and 
clean-cut features. I smiled down at him and said, "Oh, Skip! There's 
nothing to be afraid of." 

Of course, his name was not Skip and he was not showing any signs of fear. 
But as I pulled the covers up over us and said, "Just relax and I'll teach 
you everything," he realized what I was doing. 

"Please!" he whispered in his soft, California accent. "Be gentle with me." 

I climbed on top of him and stroked his hard cock as I said, "It's so big." 

"Thank you," he replied in a low voice. And we were off on a fantasy trip. 

"I'm going to put your thick cock up my pussy!" I said to the boy. I could 
feel it pulsing in my fingers as I stroked it up and down and pressed it 
closer to my cunt. 

Then I began to work the dick into the tight and clinging folds of my cunt 
flesh. The boy was moaning and groaning as he called out, "It feels so 
good!" 

Anyway, the fantasies that we shared after that knew no bounds. It was 
delightful and I suppose that one of the real advantages of having a regular 
lover is that you don't feel the embarrassment and the constraints that you 
feel with a stranger. That means that you're even more willing to let 
yourself go and to act out your fantasies. 

I know that that is a big part of why I keep on going back to the singles' 
bar at my corner. It's so easy to go there and knowing that I am a 
relatively new face makes me attractive to the men who are there. 

The night that Bobby had gotten on the subject of my drinking his piss, I 
wandered away from the bar, feeling that I wanted to find some man who would 
take me home for the night. 

I had already determined that, although he was complimentary to me and 
although he was coming on to me at the bar and kissing me, Bobby would not 
come home with me because of his lover and the fact that he felt he had to 
return home to her. 

In the course of the evening I spoke to a number of different men, but 
either they didn't interest me or I didn't interest them. 

Then I was standing at the rectangular bar and I looked around to the side 
that was next to mine. I noticed that there was a powerfully built black man 
who was standing there. 

I looked away from him. It's not that I have a thing against black men, it 
was just that I really couldn't tell how hot he was at a distance. 

But when I looked back at him, I could see that he was still staring 
directly at him. Looking down at my watch, I noticed that it was well after 
two in the morning and the bar was already beginning to empty out so that 
there were only half as many people as there had been when I came in. 

The black stud was insistent in the way that he was looking at me. Since the 
admiration of a man is always a sure way to get my pussy juice flowing, the 
looks of the black man were getting me hot and wet in my cunt. 

I looked down at my glass of white wine. It was my fifth and I was beginning 
to feel the affects of it. After my second glass, I had put it down on the 
bar and Bobby Ray had come over to smile at me. Then he poured another glass 
of wine and placed it in front of me. 

At that point I was going to leave. But when I saw that he had poured more 
wine for me, I reached into my pocket to pull another dollar out. 

He pushed the dollar back towards me with a wry smile on his face as he 
said, "Is this yours? This isn't mine." Then, indicating the glass of wine, 
he said, "I don't know who this is for. I poured this and now it'll go to 
waste." 

I took the wine, feeling that it would be foolish not to take it, and said a 
soft "Thank you," to the black-eyed bartender who was running his fingers 
over the back of my hand. 

Since I had stayed for that third drink, I found that I was staying for a 
fourth and a fifth as well. It was clear to me that Bobby Ray really knew 
how to run his bar and how to handle his customers. 

Now that I was on my fifth glass of wine, I was looking at the black stud 
and waiting for him to come toward me or to make some sort of gesture to me. 

But, then I looked down at the wine again and realized that I really didn't 
want to have him coming toward me. I didn't know yet what he looked like. 
Usually I would keep track of the men who were in a bar so that if I saw 
someone from a distance I would already know from a closer encounter whether 
or not I wanted to make it with him. 

This black stud, however, had come in quietly and sat down in his place 
while I had been drinking at my own place. I hadn't noticed him and there 
hadn't been a chance to see him closer. 

Taking my drink in my hand, I walked around the bar toward the jukebox. It 
was blaring out an obnoxious cowboy sort of song that grated up my spine. 

"With four hungry children and a crop in the field! 

I had some bad times! Lived through some sad times! 

But this time the hurtin' won't heal!" 

I had to pass the black man to get to the jukebox and as I stood at the 
jukebox, pretending that I was interested in making a selection, I looked 
out of the corner of my eye and I saw that the black stud was looking at me. 

That was when I smiled up at him and sort of moved my glass of wine as 
though I were saluting him. In the game of picking up men at bars, I had 
learned that smiling was the step that followed looking. 

But he didn't smile back. He kept on staring at me. I was confused. I was 
used to one of two reactions. Either a man would smile or he would turn away 
from me. 

Then I nodded and said, "Hello." 

He nodded and said, "Hello." But, even when he had done that he didn't 
smile. His black eyes felt like they were burning through me as he kept on 
looking. 

My smile became an embarrassed giggle as I took a step closer to him and 
said, "I noticed that you were looking at me over there." 

"Any crime against me looking at you?" he asked me in a cold voice. 

"No!" I said, quickly. "I was looking at you also." 

Why did we have to go through all of this conversation? Why couldn't I just 
say, "Wanna fuck my hot pussy?" My cunt was steaming up as I looked at the 
muscular black frame. 

Even though he never smiled at me, we went through the same series of 
questions that I had been through with a million other guys. His name was 
Joe and he lived in the Nineties. When I asked him what he was doing in my 
neighborhood at that time of night, he said that he drove a cab and had just 
returned it to a garage a block away from the bar. 

"After a night of driving a cab I can imagine that you need to unwind," I 
said. 

I was leaning against one of the barstools and he was sitting on the next 
one. His hand grasped at my hips and pulled me to his body. Even through all 
of the layers of clothes that we were wearing, I could feel the hardness of 
his cock outlined. 

"I need a lot more than a little unwinding," he growled at me as he pressed 
hard against my body. 

Joe was rubbing back and forth against the front of my body and I could feel 
the moist heat that was emanating from my pussy. 

"What else do you need?" I asked, tossing my long brown hair back. 

"I need something that you got, girl!" he said in a low and mean voice as he 
smiled. 

At least he finally smiled. He kept rubbing his crotch back and forth 
against mine and then he said, "You live right around the corner here?" 

"Yeah," I replied. "But I'm just moving in. My furniture hasn't come yet." 

"What are you sleeping on?" he asked me, raising his voice a little bit. 

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "I have a choice of using my sleeping bag or 
going up to my friend's apartment on the Upper West Side. But I can't bring 
anyone back to my friend's apartment!" 

"Sure!" the black man said, pressing his body against mine. Then he pressed 
his lips down and I could feel the thick and warm lips rubbing against my 
own. 

Pulling away from his face, I said, "We could try doing it in the sleeping 
bag!" 

"I got a better place to do it. Let's go!" he said as he took my hand. 

I followed him out the door of the bar and then I followed him down Ninth 
Avenue as he went to his taxi garage. There was a night watchman at the 
garage door and Joe nodded to him. The night watchman nodded back and didn't 
even seem to notice me. 

"Is this all right?" I asked the man. "Going in here like this?" 

"Don't worry," Joe said, leading me over to the fleet of cabs that were all 
parked. 

He opened the door of one of them that was parked up against the brick wall 
and I climbed into the back seat. That was the most gallant gesture that he 
had made. 

But the next thing I knew, he had closed the door of the cab and he was 
pressing his body down on top of mine. As he rubbed back and forth against 
my body I could feel his thick cock growing even thicker against my crotch. 

"I wanna have me a nice piece of white pussy!" he groaned under his breath 
as he began to pull at the slacks that I was wearing. 

He peeled them down my legs and seemed to enjoy the feeling of the silky 
white panties that I had on. Then he worked my blouse up my arms until I was 
naked except for the panties. 

Doing everything in the confined space of the cab was somewhat uncomfortable 
and yet I was finding it very exciting because his body kept on bumping into 
mine. 

As he tossed his shirt aside and pulled down his loose cotton pants, his 
enormous cock was dangling down between his legs. My eyes glistened as I 
looked at the size of the cock. 

Then I could feel the man's powerful black hands pulling at the flesh on the 
inside of my thighs. He leaned forward and pressed his thick lips against my 
cunt lips. 

Joe was not interested in tenderly caressing my pussy lips. He just wanted 
to get them good and wet so that they would be ready for his thick rammer. 

Licking and slobbering all over my cunt lips, he was getting me ready for 
the hot fucking that he was planning. Then, with his powerful black arms 
still looped under my legs, he spread me apart much wider than I ever 
thought was possible. 

Since we were lying across the back seat of the parked cab, he tossed my 
left leg over the back of the front seat and he tossed my right leg over the 
back of the back seat. 

In that way I felt like I was straddling the seats of the car even though my 
small and nicely rounded ass cheeks were down against the bottom of the back 
seat. 

His cock was soon pressing against the wrinkled flesh of my pussy lips and 
he was working it into the hot confines of my vagina. 

I tried to arch my hips up so that I could meet the thrusts of his cock. But 
I was in such an awkward position that I found it was an impossible thing to 
do. 

But soon he grabbed my ass cheeks in his hand and he lifted them up from the 
seat of the cab, pressing his cock harder against my pussy lips and slamming 
into me. 

When he got the entire length of his dick up my pussy, I could feel the wild 
sensation of the cock that was ramming in and out of my hot hole. 

Joe didn't pause for a thing. He didn't even pause to allow my cunt flesh to 
relax around his wildly moving cock meat. He was sliding in and out so fast 
that I am sure my pussy flesh could not even react to the wild movements 
that were going on. 

Usually when a guy will shove his dick all the way into my cunt, it will 
separate the walls of the pussy so that he can fit his cock shaft into me. 
Then when he pulls his cock out of my hot hole, the walls of the pussy will 
rush to clasp together again. 

That way, when he pushes into me again, it will push apart the pussy walls 
and send that wild chill through my body which is caused by the strange 
pressure against my cunt meat. 

But, in the case of Joe, he was moving back and forth so wildly against my 
cunt meat that my pussy flesh was not even clasping together after he would 
pull his cock out of my hot hole. 

When he would pull back out of my cunt,-I would feel an emptiness in my 
twat, but I would soon be filled again by the slashing and ramming of the 
thick black prong. 

As he continued to move his cock wildly in and out of the confines of my 
twat, I was trying to relax the walls of my pussy. But his cock was so big 
and so thick that no matter what I did I found that I still could not relax 
my muscles. 

His powerful black arms grabbed at the flesh of my thighs and he was holding 
my thighs up in an awkward, spread position as he continued to ram and slam 
at my cunt. 

I could feel his cock fucking my pussy in such a vicious Way that as soon as 
any cunt cream was drooling out of my body, his cock slid back and forth 
over it and created such a hot friction that it seemed to melt right away 
into my flesh. 

My head was turning back and forth as I felt a strange undulation in my 
pussy that told me that my cunt flesh was on the verge of exploding around 
the thick cock. 

Then he began to angle his hips in different directions. If any other guy 
had done that it would have been really terrific, but since Joe's cock was 
already so thick and such a chore for me to deal with, I could hardly stand 
the strange strain on my cunt. 

When he would turn his hips to the left side, his cock would slam into the 
opposite side of my pussy flesh. Then he would turn his hips to the right 
side and the broad head of his hard dick would slam right up against the 
right side of my pussy flesh. 

As he kept on doing that, I was going crazy from the erotic stimulation and 
the vicious, blasting sensation that was rushing through my body. 

Part of the excitement was that I was never really sure where his cock was 
going to hit the next time that it slammed into my hot pussy. 

Although it was so painful, my cunt was starting to spasm wildly around the 
cock. That made it even more painful for the black stud to work his dick in 
and out of my hot hole. 

But that didn't seem to deter him. Even though my pussy was tightening up 
and was spasming all around his hard prong, he kept on poking and ramming it 
into my cunt. 

Often when I would be fucked by a guy and would be cumming, the guy would 
keep on moving his cock around inside of my pussy as I was cumming. That 
little bit of movement would be enough to drive me absolutely insane with 
passionate pleasure. 

The sensation that I was feeling as the black stud was ramming his enormous 
prong all the way in and out of my cunt was unbelievable. 

My orgasm just kept going and it was as though there were a fight between my 
cunt and his cock. My cunt would spasm and tighten up as his cock pulled all 
the way out of my hole. 

Then he would ram his cock back in, just as if there were nothing going on 
in my pussy. 

Finally, he pushed the entire length of his dick all the way into my cunt 
and I could feel the pulsing at the base of his cock as his cock head arched 
up and splashed flaming gism against my body. 

The two of us were locked together in a long and hard orgasm, during which 
my bare feet kept on rubbing over the upholstery of the cab and kept on 
hitting against the closed windows. 

My fingers were running over the powerfully taut flesh of the black stud and 
I enjoyed the smell of his pungent sweat that was so close to my nose. I 
enjoyed the look of my white fingers against the very black flesh of his 
shoulders and the feeling of the extraordinary muscles that were underneath 
the flesh. 

After a long moment when the two of us were breathing together, he began to 
pull his cock slowly out of my pussy and I could feel the relief of 
relaxation. 

"You liked that, girl! Didn't you?" the black stud grinned sheepishly. 

"Yeah," I said, trying to catch my breath. 

"Good!" He said, as he sat on the seat and pulled his pants up. 

It was awkward getting dressed inside the cab, but we managed to do it. He 
looked at his watch when we got out of the cab and said, "It's almost four." 

"I don't mind," I said. "I'm a night person. I'm always up this late!" 

"I better walk you home!" he said, pushing his hands in his pockets. 

My home was only around the corner and as he got there I stopped and said, 
"Do you always work these late hours? I mean, do you always bring your cab 
into the garage at this hour?" 

"Usually. Yeah," he said, in the same bored way that he had used all night. 

I reached into the pocket of my slacks and I pulled out a little card that I 
had there. Then I quickly jotted my number down as I said, "Since I live so 
close to the garage, I figure that I ought to give you my number. like I 
said, I'm always up late." 

"Yeah. Thanks," the black stud said, as he took the number and shoved it in 
his pocket. 

I stood looking at him for another moment and then he kissed me before he 
turned away from me. 

My building was very lonely and quiet at that hour, but then I suppose that 
most buildings are lonely and quiet at that hour. When I got into my 
apartment, I pulled my clothes off and stood naked in front of the 
full-length mirror that I had already brought there. 

I had started to bring some of my things down to the apartment each time 
that I went up to my friend's place or out to my parents' home in Brooklyn, 
the two places where I had stored things. 

When I stood naked in front of the mirror, I said, "Diana, you're a 
beautiful girl! Why can't you find the right sort of fella who would treat 
you nice?" 

Running my hand down my body, the answer came to me and I looked away from 
the mirror as I said, "Because I'm doing it all wrong! I'm finding the wrong 
sort of men!" 

By the time that my fingers had brushed over my pussy lips, I could feel the 
warmth and the moisture that had been left there by the black cock that had 
been fucking me. 

I was sure that I could still feel the aching strain that his cock had 
caused as it pulled so hard against the sides of my pussy slit. 

Pressing my finger into my cunt, I could feel the mingled moisture that was 
inside of the pussy lips. I brought it up to my lips, knowing that it was a 
combination of my own pussy juice with the cock cream of the black cabdriver 
who had fucked me. 

Sliding my wet finger across my lips, I could feel and taste the delicious 
moisture and then I knew that I had to frig myself. 

That was the really crazy part. I had just enjoyed the thick black prong 
that had rammed and slammed at my cunt and I was going to finger-fuck my 
pussy because I was feeling hot again. 

It was as if I would never find any satisfaction. I was going to continue to 
get hot and to need more and more cocks shoved inside of me. With the fire 
in my cunt, I soon forgot about the questions I had been asking myself in 
the mirror. 

I was sprawled out on the sleeping bag, rubbing my fingers up and down 
around my pussy and wishing I had the black stud again. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next few days got so busy that I didn't have time for my usual quest to 
get fucked. 

On days like that I really come to appreciate the skill that I've developed 
at frigging my own pussy. Masturbating sometimes becomes so pleasurable that 
I wonder why I ever bother with anything else at all. 

It's so simple for me to lie back on my bed or to get into the water of the 
bathtub and to' spread my legs, pressing my fingers between the warm folds 
of wrinkled flesh and rubbing up and down until I feel the passion rising 
inside my body. 

And yet, after I've gone on like that for a few days, I can feel the tension 
that is building in my body and I know that when I am masturbating I am 
thinking about the man that I would like to have inside of me. 

By the time that I reach that point I know that I cannot go on much longer 
without having a man inside of me! But, when I was so busy with moving the 
furniture into my apartment and getting set up, I was happy that I could 
just take out five minutes to frig myself. 

As soon as I had finished moving into my apartment I was ready to begin my 
job. Since I had been trained in piano and composition and there was no 
great demand for another pianist in New York City at that time, I had found 
a job as a keypunch operator for a bank. The only advantage of that job was 
that I worked evening hours. 

My friend, Carla, who was an aspiring writer, had gotten me the job there 
since she had been working there for almost a year. 

The first night that we were there I was telling her about Bobby Ray's, the 
bar that had become my second home, and Carla was anxious to go there. 

"Actually it's Monday night and I know that Bobby and Paul, my two regular 
bartenders, aren't on duty on Monday nights. But we might as well go there, 
anyway." 

Carla chuckled and said, "Oh, we can always find something to suit us!" 

I always enjoyed being around Carla. Perhaps I painted the picture of my 
relationship with society a little too bleakly in preceding chapters. I said 
that I had a problem because I was considered a slut by all the nice girls 
who were always around in school. 

But Carla was different. She wasn't a nice girl either. In fact, we always 
considered that it was a contest between us to see which one of us was 
trashier than the other one. 

She was quite a bit shorter than I and she had a fabulously well-rounded ass 
which she accented by always wearing clothes that would cling to her figure. 
She would also leave lots of buttons open on her blouse so that everyone 
knew just what her boobs looked like. 

Her black hair and black eyes were very striking in a Mediterranean way. And 
she was fond of saying, "It pays to advertise." 

And yet for all of her trashy ways, men were always falling in love with 
Carla. That was the main way in which the two of us differed. She could have 
had any of a dozen lovers, but she had turned them all down. 

She had gone off at one time with a handsome stud to Florida and when she 
felt that he was getting too possessive and jealous, she dumped him. 
Although I hate to sound like I'm always complaining about things, I never 
get anyone who wants to possess me! 

While I had been in California, Carla had appeared in a men's magazine doing 
a nude layout. It had been amusing to me. I knew that she had a fabulous 
body, but none of the men who got the magazine knew that Carla was so short 
in real life. 

Therefore, while Carla was perfectly proportioned for her size and had 
fabulous tits for such a petite girl, the magazine made her look like an 
Amazon with enormous boobs that would have reached half-way across a room. 

Since she had been so kind to get me the job with the bank, I stopped off at 
a place where they would put pictures on tee shirts and I had one of her 
nude shots put onto a pretty pink tee shirt, knowing that that would show up 
her sexy tan flesh. 

When I gave her that surprise gift, she kissed me on the cheek and said, 
"Oh, Diana! Now we must go to the bar tonight. I have to show off this 
shirt!" 

We walked into the bar and she had her other blouse half buttoned over the 
tee shirt so that everyone could see her face, but could not see the rest of 
the picture on her breasts. 

"Like I said, this is the night off for Bobby and Paul." 

"It looks like there are other interesting men here in the bar," Carla said, 
looking around. 

"You never miss one of them, do you, Carla?" I said, sipping my white wine. 

"I miss plenty of them, dear. Remember, I am more selective than you are!" 
she chuckled. 

Looking across the bar I saw that Paul, the handsome bartender with the 
short blonde hair and the gap between his teeth, was standing with a group 
of people on the other side of the place. 

"What do you think of that one?" I asked my friend, pointing to Paul who was 
wearing a red headband. 

"Maybe," she said, tossing her black hair to the side. "But, maybe not!" 

Just then I felt a pair of hands reaching around my body and cupping my 
rounded breasts. As I turned to face the culprit who was kneading the 
luscious mounds of flesh, I saw that Bobby was standing there right next to 
me. 

"I didn't know that you'd be here tonight," I said to him, more than a 
little surprised. "I figured I'd drop by and see how the bar was making out 
without me!" he said with a friendly smile. 

"This is my friend, Carla," I said. "Carla, show Bobby what I gave you." 

The large breasted girl did not hesitate to pull the buttons of her blouse 
open so that he could see the nude shot of her that was right across her 
fabulous tits. 

"That looks real nice!" Bobby said as he ran his hand down across my ass 
cheeks. 

As the evening progressed, Carla and I got higher and higher. Aside from the 
drinks that we kept on drinking, often paid for by friendly gents who were 
nearby, we went up to the balcony of the bar and discovered that groups of 
people were smoking dope up there. 

Paul had also decided to come visit the bar for the evening, despite the 
fact that it was his night off and he offered to share a joint with us. 

As the three of us were smoking, I could see that Paul was moving closer and 
closer to Carla. I noticed that Carla did not seem to be objecting to that 
at all. 

When Paul excused himself to go down to the bathroom, I looked at my friend 
and said, "Are you interested in Paul? Would you like to make it with him?" 

Carla had a charming and girlish way of smiling and giggling. It was insane 
that she would react that way to sexual things when she was so sexually 
experienced herself. 

I looked over the balcony and saw that Paul was coming out of the bathroom. 
But he was not coming back up the steps and I wondered if he had forgotten 
about us or if he just decided that there was no future in pursuing either 
of us. 

When he was directly beneath me, I called down to him, "Paul, can I ask you 
about something?" 

He came half-way up the steps and I said, "Didn't you tell me that you 
worked for that sexy magazine that has all those pictures of naked girls in 
it?" 

"Yeah," he said. "I only wrote two or three articles for them." 

"Carla was in that magazine," I said. Then I turned to Carla and said, "Show 
him your shirt!" 

She giggled a little and then pulled open her blouse so that he could see 
the nude shot of her that was right across her tee shirt. By that time, Paul 
was sitting down at the table. 

"Did you deal with that bastard editor when you did that shot for them?" he 
was asking. 

"I only had to deal with the photographer," she said. "And he was terrific. 
He had a fabulous way of really getting me in the mood for it!" 

"How did you end up doing the nude spread?" Paul asked, his eyes burning 
right through Carta's clothes. 

"I just called up the magazine and told them that I had a terrific set of 
knockers and that I wanted to pose for their centerfold. It was really very 
easy." 

At that point I slid my chair away from the table and said, "Excuse me, I 
have to go to the ladies' room!" But as I was leaving the table I winked to 
Carla so that she would know that I wasn't coming back. 

I really did have to go to the restroom because the wine I was drinking had 
its effect on me. By the time that I came out of the restroom I looked up at 
the balcony and looked at the table where Carta and Paul had last been 
sitting. 

There was no one in view on the balcony. Then I looked all around the bar. I 
knew that Carla was slutty, but I knew that she wouldn't have left the bar 
without saying goodbye to me. 

I slowly began to go up the stairs to the balcony. But I was walking so 
softly that my footsteps were absolutely silent. Then I came to the top of 
the stairs and I heard Carta's delightful laugh as she was saying, "What if 
someone comes up here?" 

"Don't worry about it, kid," Paul said, pressing his body against hers. 

I slipped to the side as Paul kissed Carla. Then I hid behind a bench so 
that I could have a good view of anything that the two of them did, even 
though they could not see me. 

They were back in the dark corner of the balcony, but my eyes were quickly 
adjusting to the lack of light as I kept on peering into the corner. 

The one thing that was interesting me was what Carla would do with the man. 
I knew that Carla was always able to entrance the men who swarmed around 
her, while I was only able to get fucked by them. I needed to know if she 
did something that was different or if she had a special style about her 
that the men found so very alluring. 

"Can't we go back to your place?" Paul said to Carla as he rubbed his body 
against hers. 

"Well, there's this guy who was my lover once and he's staying on my couch 
for a few nights since he didn't have anyplace else to stay," Carla answered 
softly. 

I was surprised when I heard that. But, then again, Carla always had so many 
things going on in her life that it was impossible for me to keep track of 
them. 

Then Paul said, "Darn. I have this really small apartment and I have a 
friend from out of town staying over there. So, my place is out." 

"Well, you work here. Could we do it here? In this bar?" Carla asked. 

"Nobody is up here," Paul said, looking around the balcony and not seeing 
me. "And if anybody came up here I suppose they would have the good taste to 
go back down when they saw what we were doing." 

I was tempted to stand up at that moment and to protest his saying that, but 
I managed to keep my mouth shut as I kept on watching the scene that was 
going on. 

Then Paul said, "What about your friend, Diana? Could we go to her place?" 

"What do you mean?" Carla asked the man as he kept planting kisses on her 
face. 

"Wouldn't you like to have a threesome? You and me and your friend could all 
get into the sack together!" Paul said with an encouraging glint in his 
eyes. 

"No!" Carla snapped without any hesitation. "I couldn't! Not with Diana." 

Something inside of my breast fell to the floor. Actually I hadn't been in a 
threesome with another woman since my college days when I would always fuck 
around with Gary and Susan. And yet, there was something about the way that 
Carla rejected the idea that insulted me. 

But then Carla continued, "I just know 

Diana too well. She's a friend and I can't go to bed with friends. That's 
embarrassing." 

Somehow that made it seem all right, even though I was still going to be 
deprived of just as much as I was going to be deprived of back when I was 
insulted. 

"In that case," Paul said in between his kisses. "We'll have to do it right 
here." 

Carla chuckled that sweet laugh that she had and she leaned back on the 
table that was pushed all the way into the corner of the balcony. 

He pushed himself on top of her and as I watched from my hiding place I 
could see his ass moving up and down as he was grinding his crotch against 
her body. 

I made a mental note of the fact that Paul had suggested a threesome 
including me. That meant that he was interested in making it with me and 
therefore there was some chance that he might be alikely candidate at some 
time in the future. 

On that particular night, however, I could see that Carla was going to get 
the benefit of Paul's masculine sexuality. I could imagine the sensations 
that were rushing through their bodies as Carla humped her hips up against 
his body and he pressed his crotch down against hers. 

Then he was pushing her skirt up her well-curved legs. Carla was fond of 
saying that her legs were her best feature and I knew that she was telling 
the truth. 

Soon the skirt was all the way up so that her panties were exposed. I 
watched as Paul reached his powerful fingers into the clinging waistband of 
Carta's panties. From the hiding place where I was, it looked like she was 
wearing beautiful lace panties. 

I know that her panties were white and that they contrasted greatly with the 
deep tan of her flesh and with the dark black pussy hairs that were soon 
exposed as he tugged the fabric from her well-rounded hips. 

Carla seemed to be going wild as she felt the heavy fabric of the man's 
dungarees pressing down against her pussy patch. Then she was pulling on his 
pants and finally she was working on the zipper and the belt that he was 
wearing. 

I watched as she pulled the dungarees down Paul's slim hips. Even in the 
darkness of the balcony I could see the stark whiteness of his jockey shorts 
as they were revealed. 

Then I saw my friend's long and elegant fingers working on the clinging 
underpants and tugging them off the young man's slim hips. 

I strained so that I could see what was locked between them as his shorts 
came down. But I could not see anything, until Paul rolled over onto the 
table and my friend, with her skirt up and her panties down, bent down in 
front of him. 

It was quite an exciting view of the scene as I saw her working her lips 
around the hard cock that was sticking up from the patch of golden pubic 
hairs that were at his crotch. 

Carta's tongue jutted out and slid around the thick pole of the cock. Then 
she was pressing her face into the tight confines of the man's balls. 

At that point I had to press my fingers against my pussy slit. I couldn't 
stand just watching the scene. I could imagine just what Paul's crotch would 
smell like. 

All day long it had been locked inside of the underpants and with the girl's 
lips and tongue sliding all over the surface the man would have all of his 
sexual sweat licked away. 

As I watched the scene, Paul was writhing around on the table and moving his 
body back and forth as he felt the warm and wet tongue moving around on his 
cock. 

Then he pushed the girl's head away from his hard-on and I saw him 
whispering something into Carta's ear. Although I could not hear what he was 
whispering, from the hiding place where I was I could see that Carla was 
smiling and giggling her friendly giggle. 

The next thing I knew, Carla was up on the table and Paul was on top of her. 
He was pressing his cock into her pussy slit and I could see that his 
muscles were tensed. 

As he pressed the cock deeper and deeper into the confines of the girl's 
twat, I could see that his ass muscles were tightening together. 

Then, as I kept on watching, his ass muscles relaxed and I could see that he 
was pulling his dick out of the hot hole of the girl. Then his ass muscles 
clasped together again. He was moving fast and really slamming his cock back 
and forth in the inflamed twat. 

As I kept on watching, Carla tossed her shapely legs over the man's 
powerfully built ass muscles. I silently cursed my friend. I could watch her 
legs anytime, but I really wanted to have a chance to watch the movement of 
the powerfully built bartender's ass. 

Instead, all I could see were Carta's legs as she pressed her heels down 
against the bartender's firm ass cheeks. She was pushing him even deeper 
into her hot hole. 

And that was when I had to press my hand firmly against my pussy slit to 
stop the hot flow of moisture that was steaming out of me. I didn't want to 
have my orgasm because I was afraid that I would make noise and give away my 
presence. 

But, even though I stopped frigging my cunt and was holding my hand pressed 
tight against the lips of my twat to suppress the undulating feeling that 
was starting to well up inside of me, I still burst out in an orgasm. 

I bit down on my lower lip to keep from shouting out and calling attention 
to myself. Then I pressed my legs together. I managed to make the orgasm a 
disappointingly small one, but at the same time I managed to remain silent 
so they never knew that I was watching their sex act. 

As I continued to look at the two of them, Paul slammed his body roughly 
into Carta's hot hole. I could see that her legs were pressing down even 
harder against the cheeks of his ass and that they were both going through 
the convulsions of orgasm. 

His cock was locked deep in her hole and I could imagine that her hole was 
sucking at his cock. 

Finally, the man began to slide his dick out of her inflamed hole and I 
could hear my friend breathe a sigh of relief. Then I heard Paul say, "Your 
friend must be wondering what happened to you." 

"No!" Carla said, reaching down and pulling up her white lace panties. "She 
knows what sort of girl I am! I think that she sort of expected this of me!" 

Paul laughed as he pulled up his pants. When he pressed his lips against her 
lips and held her locked in a hot kiss, I used that opportunity to slip to 
the stairs so that they would never even have a suspicion that I had seen 
the entire thing. 

Along the side of the bar, I saw a girl I knew who was a dancer in a 
Broadway show. I began to talk to her just as if I had been talking to her 
all night long. 

When Carla came over to me about five minutes later, I looked at her and 
said, "I was wondering where you disappeared to, Carla." 

"I was up there," she said, laughing a little and moving her head to 
indicate the balcony. 

"And?" I said, making a point of the question mark in my statement. 

"And it was terrific. Paul fucked me," she said. 

My friend had not disappointed me. I knew that she would tell me everything 
and I was right. I smiled at her and said, "Right here in the bar?" 

She nodded and said, "He was really good. He just pushed me back on the 
table and slammed it into me. But first I sucked on it a little bit." 

"Well, I'll have to put that in my file and check him out sometime," I said. 

Carla nodded and said, "I think he might be interested in you." 

"Really?" I asked, appreciating the fact that she was telling me that bit of 
information. 

"It's really fun to kiss him through the gap in his teeth!" she said with a 
laugh and a blush. 

By the time that Carla and I had left the bar, I was really horny. I had 
watched her doing it with Paul and I had felt hotter by the time that I had 
finished frigging myself. 

When we were in the cool air of the street, she said, "Sometimes I start to 
wonder about myself, Diana. If I could I would have sex everyday!" 

I looked at her and was silent. Then I began to laugh. It was the 
combination of the liquor and the pot and the night air that had gone to my 
head. 

"What's so funny?" Carla asked me, smacking me on the arm. 

"When you made that statement," I said between bursts of laughter. "I wanted 
to ask you if you only meant once a day or what!" 

"Once a day!" Carla cried out. "Heaven forbid! I need it a lot more than 
that!" 

Then she began to giggle uncontrollably and I looked at her as I said, 
"What?" 

She was shaking her head and she said, "Do you remember when I told you 
earlier today about the orgy that I attended last week and the fact that I 
had sex with three different guys while I was there?" Then she laughed even 
louder. 

"Control yourself!" I said to her, although I was laughing also. "Of course 
I remember your telling me about that. That isn't the sort of thing I would 
forget." 

"Well," she said, coyly. "I was just remembering the night a little more 
clearly and as I remember it now I actually did it with seven guys in the 
course of the night." 

"Seven!" I cried out. That was even shocking to me. 

Carla nodded, meekly, and then said, "The three that I had told you about 
were really spectacular! The other four weren't bad, but they weren't nearly 
as memorable as the top three." 

The two of us were laughing together after that and we embraced. Then Carla 
pulled away from me as she saw a taxi riding up the block that still had its 
light on. 

"Thanks for a terrific night!" she said as she started to get into the cab. 

As the taxi pulled away from the curb, the street was silent again. I turned 
and looked at Bobby Ray's and knew that I didn't want to go back into the 
bar again. 

I would feel silly about going into the bar when I had already been there 
for such a long time without having had any success. Actually I had spent 
the night paying attention to what 

Carla was doing and had not really pursued any man on my own. 

Even I knew that it was time for me to go home. I walked around the corner 
and up to my apartment. As soon as I had the door of my apartment locked, I 
reached my fingers down to my pussy. I had suppressed my orgasm in the bar 
because I didn't want to be caught watching the two people having sex and 
that made me even hotter. 

Tossing all of my clothes to the floor, I began to rub my index finger back 
and forth across the moist and wrinkled flesh of my pussy. Then I pulled 
apart the cunt lips and worked my finger into the hot hole. 

As I flopped down across my bed and began to play with myself, enjoying the 
heat that was emanating from my inflamed cunt slit, I started to wonder why 
I even continued on my desperate pursuit for cocks to stuff my pussy. 

The previous time that I had gone to the bar I had been fucked by the thick 
black cock of the taxi driver. Now, there I was, on my bed, not having been 
fucked by anyone, and frigging my pussy to a delightful orgasm. 

After the taxi driver had fucked my pussy, I had been in the same position. 
Despite the thick prong that had filled me up, I had gone home and had 
frigged my cunt to try to get some satisfaction. Even the enormously hung 
black man could not satisfy me enough. 

I didn't know why satisfaction was such an elusive thing, but that couldn't 
concern me when I had a flaming pussy to worry about. 

The only thing that was running through my mind was the image of the stud 
bartender and the way that his powerful ass had looked as he rammed in and 
out of my friend's pussy. 

I knew that I was going to have to find a chance to get fucked by Paul. I 
also knew that I was waiting until Bobby, the manager, had a free night so 
that I could get his cock up my hot hole. There were many things that I had 
to look forward to. 

And yet, if I had done all of those things, I still would have been in the 
same position. The only thing that I would have was a filled pussy. But I 
needed the filling! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

At one time I decided that I would keep a diary of all of the men that I 
brought back to the apartment. I kept if for two weeks. By the time that I 
opened the book again and attempted to fill in all of the other men I had 
been with in the intervening time, I couldn't even remember which days I had 
been with them and which men it had been. 

But there were a million crazy things that happened to me. There were so 
many men and it seemed like there was so little time for me to get all of 
them up my pussy. 

One night as I was walking along the bar, a man spun around on his barstool 
and smiled at me. He said, "Your name is Diana. Isn't it?" 

"Yes. Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked, quickly assessing the good 
looks and the winning smile of the man who was undressing me with his eyes. 

Rather than answering the question, he said, "You're new in the 
neighborhood." 

"I just moved in a little while ago," I said, moving a little closer to him. 

Then he continued, "And you want to make your career in music." He didn't 
say any of these things as questions. Rather, they were concise statements 
that he made. 

"How do you know all of this?" I asked him, examining his face. 

That smile of his burst across his face and he said, "Actually, Bobby told 
me everything." 

Even though it had been a trick to get my attention, I moved even closer to 
the man. I was complimented by the fact that he had gone to the trouble of 
asking the bartender about me. That told me that he had really been 
interested in me. 

It wasn't too long after that that we went back to my apartment. When he was 
peeling his clothes off I was in for a very pleasant shock. He had been 
wearing very loose clothes and that had hidden the fact that he had an 
amazingly beautiful body. 

Even though he was forty, he had a washboard stomach and incredibly defined 
pectorals. As soon as he was holding me I could feel a warmth rushing in my 
pussy. 

But a little while later, without having fucked me or anything, he was 
pulling his clothes on and saying, "I really have to get home." 

"You're going to leave me like this?" I asked him, still lying naked on the 
bed. 

"I shouldn't have been in the bar that late. I have to be up tomorrow 
morning," he said, very distracted and not even looking at me. 

I wasn't going to bring up the fact that he hadn't fucked me. If he had made 
some apology about having been too drunk I would have said an appropriate, 
"Oh. That isn't important!" But as it was, the subject was just not 
mentioned. 

A minute later I was naked and locking the front door of my apartment after 
him. I spent half of that night frigging my pussy as I thought about the 
fabulous muscles on the man and how wonderful it would have felt to have had 
his cock shoving in and out of my body. 

There was another night that I spent in the bar where a number of men made 
passes at me. At one point during that night I had written my name down on a 
card so that I could give it to a particular man who had asked for it. 

As I was standing by the bar with the card in my hand, Bobby Ray came by and 
grabbed the card away from me. I turned and looked at him as he smiled at me 
and stuffed the card in his back pocket. I smiled in return. 

Then I said, "You know that I'm right around the corner. If you want to come 
over some night when you're closing up the place, you're welcome to." 

"I'll give you a call sometime," he said with a wink as he moved away from 
me. 

That night I went back to the beautiful apartment of a man who only lived 
about a block away from me. But since we had both stayed in the bar until 
four in the morning and neither of us were too coherent, I really can't even 
remember what happened. 

Then there was another night that I v as there and I brushed past one of the 
best looking men I had ever seen. He turned around to look at me and he 
looked like the kind of man who is always modeling expensive suits in the 
Sunday newspaper supplements. 

"Hello," he said to me, without moving a muscle on his perfect face. 

"Hi!" I said, "I'm Diana." Then I took his hand and he held my hand a minute 
too long. 

"You're very cute, Diana," he said in a deep voice that was making my pussy 
juice flow. 

"Thank you," I said. "You're very good looking yourself." 

As I moved closer to him I could tell that he really was in his late 
thirties. But he was the vision of health and I felt certain that in a 
photograph he could pass for his early twenties. 

He was with a whole group of people and the next thing I knew he had bought 
a round of drinks for all of us and then disappeared to the back of the bar. 

While I continued talking to the other people who were there and fought off 
the advances of a rather drunk older man who was with the group, I looked 
over and saw that the man of my dreams was sitting on the steps that led up 
to the balcony. 

I excused myself to go to the restroom and when I came out of the toilet I 
moved slowly toward the stairs. "Hi. What are you doing here?" I asked as I 
came alongside him. 

"I figured that I should act the way that everyone in this bar acts." 

Although I never understood just what that remark was supposed to mean I was 
sufficiently drunk so that I could take it in stride. I sat on the steps 
next to him and asked, "Is anything wrong? I mean, is there something that's 
bothering you?" 

"Only the fact that I got some good news about a job for tomorrow. As soon 
as I got the good news I came here and started to drink," he said, laughing 
into his beer. "I'm really quite a self-destructive person when you come 
right down to it." 

"Don't be," I said, rubbing my fingers along the side of his sculpted face. 
"It seems like there might be a nice person there that you're destroying." 

The two of us left the bar a few minutes earlier. When we were in my 
apartment and he stripped out of his clothes to reveal his hairy and 
wonderful body, I found that he kept the rest of himself as well as he had 
managed to keep his face. 

But then he got out of bed and made a call to his answering service. After 
the call to his service he came back to the bed and began to complain about 
the message he had just gotten. They had changed the time of the modeling 
job that he was supposed to go to the following morning and now he had to be 
up earlier than he had expected. 

"Well, worrying about it isn't going to do anything for you," I said, 
pressing my body against his. 

"I won't go on the job. I just won't go!" he insisted, lying there and 
paying no attention to me. 

"Okay," I said. "Don't go if that's what you feel would be the right thing 
to do." 

"I should call my agent right now and complain to him!" he snarled. 

"It's four in the morning!" I exclaimed. The thing that I did not add was 
that I was suffering from an aching pussy that was craving his cock. 

"And I'm gonna fuck you!" he said, pressing down on top of me. 

Anxiously, I spread my legs and was ready for the thrusting attack of his 
dick. But he kept remarking about the job the following morning and how 
concerned he was. 

Finally, he asked me to set the alarm for nine in the morning and we both 
went to sleep. That is to say that he went to sleep. I pressed my body 
against his and was aching from the throbbing sensation that was deep inside 
of my pussy. 

He had not given me any satisfaction and I thought that I was going to go 
crazy. 

When the alarm rang the following morning, he got up and made a series of 
phone calls. Then he climbed into bed with me and began to kiss me tenderly. 

"This is better," he said. "Now I'm not concerned about the job anymore. I 
called my agent and told him that I couldn't be there till noon. So we can 
just enjoy ourselves." 

As soon as he had pressed the full length of his dick all the way inside of 
my cunt, the phone rang. He pulled out of me and went to answer it. 

When he came back to bed, after having had an extensive argument in the 
other room, he said, "That's my agent. He said that I had to do it at 
eleven." 

Angry as he was about that, he began to work his cock into my hot hole once 
again. As he was pumping his dick in and out of me, the phone rang again. 

Getting out of bed to answer it, he spoke on the phone for just one minute 
and then came back to bed, looking a little pale and upset. 

"What happened?" I asked, when he remained silent in the bed. 

"They got someone else for the job." 

"That's it?" I asked. "You mean, you're not even going to do that job after 
all." 

"It was a three-hundred dollar job. I hope that you're worth three hundred!" 
he said. 

But after that, he just rolled over and went to sleep. He was disturbed 
about the way that he had managed to lose the good job and he was in no mood 
for fucking then. 

It was almost one in the afternoon when we both woke up and he began to kiss 
me affectionately. He was rubbing his body on top of mine and I could feel 
the cock growing thicker and longer. By that time, having anticipated the 
sex since the previous night, I couldn't wait for the hot fucking that I was 
expecting. 

And he didn't disappoint me. Once he got his cock inside of my cunt, he was 
really ramming in and out of the hot and moist flesh. 

I could feel the thick dick pulling and pushing at the cunt meat and 
slamming against the different sides of my twat. My heels pressed down 
against his ass cheeks as I wrapped my legs around his torso and pulled him 
even more tightly against my body. 

As he was slamming his cock in and out of my cunt, he ruined everything by 
saying just one sentence. Softly he murmured, "You don't like me, do you?" 

I froze up when he said that. It's not that it wouldn't have been a valid 
thing for someone to have said. But he had said it to me numerous times in 
the course of the night. 

The first time that he had accused me of not liking him, I reminded him how 
handsome he was and how hot I was for him. The second time that he had said 
that same thing, I had laughed and said, "After all, I did take you home 
with me!" 

But as he was fucking me and I realized that he was still asking for the 
same reassurance the following afternoon, I grumbled, "You're really working 
on making that a self-fulfilling prophecy, aren't you?" 

The made him silent. He continued fucking me, but some of the vigor was 
taken out of him. 

There was no way that I could have helped having a hot orgasm by the time 
that he had finished shooting in me. I had been building up toward that 
orgasm since the previous night and I was not used to saving up my pussy 
juice for such a long time. 

When the handsome model left my apartment, I gave him,my phone number and 
had very mixed feelings about him. I realized that one of the reasons he 
probably craved the attention he asked me for and needed the reassurance 
that I gave him was that he had a lot of people who loved him for his face. 

I wasn't entirely sure that I had any higher ideals in my interest for him. 
And yet I really did feel that I wanted to see him again. 

On the other hand, he had proved to be as self-destructive as he had told me 
that he was. I had to chuckle at the thought of dealing with someone who 
made me feel well-balanced. 

The story did not end there. A few nights later when I was in the bar, I saw 
that the handsome model was there playing pool. I watched him for a while 
and then he nodded to me. 

I saw that he was sitting next to a very pretty girl after he finished the 
game of pool, but since I didn't know what his relationship with her might 
have been, I moved to the seat on the other side of him. 

We talked pleasantly, but then I saw that he was rubbing his fingers over 
the leg of the girl who was on the other side of him. I tensed up. I looked 
into her face and felt certain that she was not nearly as good looking as I 
was. 

When I moved away from them, I felt a certain hurt inside of me. I knew that 
I had no right in the world to feel hurt because this man was going to make 
it with this other woman. 

What claim did I have on him? What commitment had I made to him? I hadn't 
even been sure that I wanted to see him again! But when I had seen him in 
the bar I felt a passion for him and that passion was thwarted because of 
the fact that he was going to leave with another woman. 

It was at that point that I realized that I had not gone home with any man 
from that bar more than one time. I suppose that that really made a me a 
slut. Men didn't even want to sleep with me a second time and I knew that it 
wasn't because I wasn't hot in bed. 

Perhaps being hot in bed is the only thing that I had going for me! I don't 
know! 

That particular night, I looked around the bar and picked out the guy that I 
thought was the best looking one there. Actually I still felt that my sexy 
model was the best looking guy, but I chose the second best looking guy. 

I made a big play for the other guy and left with him twenty minutes later. 
I wanted to prove to the stud model that I could get someone else to fuck me 
and that I didn't need him. The thing was, he probably didn't even care! 

* * * 

By the time that I reached that point, I realized that I was no longer a new 
face at Bobby Ray's. Each time I would walk into the bar I would see people 
that I knew and I would keep finding more than one guy there at any given 
time who had already fucked me. 

Suddenly I was becoming very self-conscious. I kept imagining that the guys 
would get together and start to talk about me. They would all figure out 
that they had all fucked my hot pussy and they would start to compare notes. 

I knew that I had been hanging around that bar a little too much. There were 
other singles' bars in New York and I figured that it was time for me to 
start trying some of the others. 

The fact that this one was at my own corner and that I didn't have to worry 
about leaving alone or about taking a taxi home from the bar, was a great 
advantage, but apparently that was becoming the only advantage of the place. 

I had initially felt that Bobby Ray's was lucky for me because I was always 
finding hot guys to fuck my pussy. But eventually I wondered whether or not 
that comprised luck. 

There were a few boring nights that I spent. One night I went to a tasteful 
bar in the Murray Hill section of New York. Everyone there was dressed 
beautifully. All of the men were in designer suits and all of the women were 
wearing gorgeous, coordinated outfits. Even though I was wearing nice 
clothes, I felt under-dressed and sloppy there. 

I knew immediately that I did not belong on the East Side of town. 

Then I went with my friend, Carla, to a disco. But the sound was so loud 
there that I couldn't even think. The lights kept on flashing on and off in 
different colors that were making me dizzy. By the time that I would notice 
a , guy I thought was good looking I would move closer and the lights would 
flash on so that I saw he really wasn't. 

During all this time, I kept on frigging my pussy and feeling hornier and 
hornier all the time. I knew that I was going to go crazy if I didn't find a 
hot cock soon. 

But, I didn't want to have to go back to Bobby Ray's because I didn't want 
to have to face all of the men who had already fucked my hot pussy. 

That was when Carla suggested the bars around the docks. I hadn't been aware 
that there were such places, but Carla knew all sorts of interesting 
information about New York. 

"All of the girls in New York know about the singles bars that are around 
Second Avenue," Carla said to me. "Those are the nice, respectable places 
where you can meet account executives and salesmen and people like that." 

"Knowing you, you're going to tell me about a place that isn't respectable," 
I laughed. 

"You bet!" Carla winked. "There are a couple of bars all the way over near 
Eleventh Avenue. They're near the docks and the truck warehouses. The guys 
who go there are tough and hard-working men with big cocks. And the girls 
who go there, all go there for one thing alone!" She chuckled a little after 
she said that. 

"In other words, for a girl to walk into one of these bars on that side of 
town, she is announcing that she wants to get fucked," I said slowly. 

"That's right!" Carla snapped. "That's why I love to go there!" 

That night after work the two of us took a cab down to the West Twenties 
where we went to a favorite bar of Carta's. It was a seedy looking 
establishment that was called Spikes and it was directly across from the 
deserted and unused portion of the West Side Highway. 

As soon as we walked into the roomy place, all of the men were looking at 
us. It wasn't a very clean bar, but it had a sexy atmosphere. I could feel 
the warm and close air that told me that people there had sex on their 
minds. 

I watched my friend and noticed the way that she unashamedly gave the eye to 
a couple of guys. She posed, languidly, on a barstool, and said to me, "I 
like to be pursued. It turns me on for a guy to be really agressive!" 

"Yeah. I know what you mean," I said. But despite my agreement with her, I 
kept on looking around, anxiously and I was unable to lean back against a 
stool. 

The next hour was very uneventful. I kept on moving around the bar and I 
kept starting conversations with different guys. But nothing ever came of 
any of the conversations. 

When I would look over at Carla, I would see that she was still at the same 
stool. There were different men who were flocking around her and she was 
maintaining her cool and not even moving in response to their presence. 

Then, I was leaning against a pillar and I saw that there was a large and 
hulking man with short-clipped blonde hair and he was leaning against a 
pillar opposite mine. 

He was looking right at me. I could feel his eyes blazing through my clothes 
and I felt very self-conscious. There was a certain way that eye contact was 
made in one of these bars, but this man was going well beyond that point 
with the way that he was staring. 

This man looked very powerful and he was wearing clothes that told me that 
he was a construction worker of some sort. He also had on a leather jacket 
and a black cap as well as high black boots that came all the way up to his 
knees. 

I looked down at the floor, but when I looked back up at the man he was 
staring at me in the same way. Then I looked over to the side, but my gaze 
always kept on returning to the man who was standing directly opposite from 
me. 

Then, when I could no longer pretend to be calm and casual, I looked right 
at him. Just the meeting of my eyes with his was enough to make my pussy 
start to cream up. 

He had a light and closely trimmed blonde beard and he wore wire rimmed 
glasses. He looked like a statue the way that he was standing there so 
strong and tall. 

Then he reached out toward me and he grabbed hold of my belt buckle. Since I 
was wearing slacks and a nice blouse that night, I had on a good belt with a 
stylish buckle. 

Pulling me by the belt buckle, he pulled me right up to him so that my body 
was pressing against his body. Then in a voice that was the deepest I had 
ever heard, he said, that's your name?" 

The voice was exactly what I would have expected from him. I felt like it 
was echoing around in the depths of my being. My eyes were caught by his 
eyes and I said, "Diana." 

"My name is Douglas," he said, still staring down into my eyes. 

There was a silent pause as he licked his lips and then said, "Where is 
Diana going tonight?" 

I don't know what possessed me to say the next thing that I said. I just 
found the words coming out of me and I said, "Anywhere you want me to go." 

At that point I thought that I almost perceived a little bit of a smile that 
whisked across Douglas's face. But it still seemed to be just as stony as it 
had been. 

"Do you trust me completely, Diana?" he asked in a slow and reasonable way. 

I shook my head. I couldn't tell a lie to him. He was too close to my eyes 
and he would be able to see everything that I was thinking. But when I shook 
my head, I saw that he really did smile. It was as though he wanted me to be 
afraid of him. 

But then he said, "You mustn't go home with people you don't trust, Diana." 

I remained silent and then he rattled off a list of questions to me. I 
didn't dare to initiate any of the conversation myself. But he told me 
things about himself and I told him anything that he wanted to hear in 
response to his questions. 

After a little while, he asked, "Do you trust me now?" 

I paused and then I said, "Yes." I still wasn't sure where my answers were 
coming from. 

Douglas grabbed me by the hand and he started to pull me out of the bar. I 
turned and waved a quick goodbye to Carla, who called out, "Have a good 
time!" 

As I followed Douglas around the corner, we turned onto a street that was 
lined completely with trucks and was deserted. He pulled me over toward one 
of the trucks and pressed me hard against it as he rubbed his crotch against 
my body. 

"Is that what you want, babe?" he hissed at me as I felt his stiffening dick 
against my body. 

"Anything that you want!" I whispered softly as I looked into his lines. 

"Call me sir when you talk to me!" he snarled in a commanding way. 

"Y-yes, sir," I responded in a very soft voice as he reached down and pulled 
at the front of my slacks. I was looking right and left in fear. 

Quickly, he had pulled open the front of the slacks that I was wearing and 
he was tugging on my panties so that they were sliding down from my 
well-rounded hips. 

When he saw the fear that was in my eyes, he said, "Don't worry about a 
thing, babe." 

"B-but, what if someone comes by?" I asked him, afraid of getting arrested. 

"I'll take care of everything!" he said in a soft and powerful voice. 
"Everything!" 

There was something strangely reassuring about the powerful man who wanted 
to put me in this dangerous position. I couldn't refuse him anything and at 
the same time I could feel so much passion and pussy juice in my cunt that I 
wanted him to do anything at all to me. 

He had worked my slacks and panties down so that my pussy patch was fully 
exposed. There I was on a street in New York City! A police car could have 
turned the corner at any moment and the headlights would have flashed on my 
reddish snatch! 

Douglas could tell that I was still scared and nervous, so he pulled me even 
closer to the truck. Then he bent me over against the door of the truck. 

I looked over my shoulder to see what he was going to do. He was spreading 
my legs as much as he could, considering that I still had my panties down 
around my thighs, and he was rubbing his finger up and down along the 
fur-lined slit of my pussy. 

As I kept watching him, I saw that he was pulling his zipper open and taking 
out his thick cock. I gasped and said, "Here? On the street?" 

"Quiet!" he said, slapping my bare ass. "Just shut up and take it." 

The head of his hard dick was pressing against my pussy slit and I could 
feel it pushing apart the supple flesh of my vagina and working its way into 
my hot hole. 

Leaning against the truck in the open like that was making me even hotter! 

There had been a few times in the past that I had taken a cock up my pussy 
when I had been leaning forward like that. But usually when I took a cock 
from behind I had been able to bend further forward and to take it into me 
at the correct angle. 

Now, since I was trying to hide myself in the shadow of the parked truck and 
since I did not want to jut my ass up too far right there on the street, the 
cock was shoving into me at a strange angle and the flared head was scraping 
against the tender flesh of my pussy. 

The powerfully built man managed to work the entire length of his dick all 
the way up into my hot hole and then I got up on my toes in order to try to 
relax my cunt lips and the strange angle at which he was slamming into my 
body. 

He started to shove his dick back and forth, in and out of me. I could feel 
it rubbing hotly against the tender flesh that was inside of my body and the 
pussy flesh was quickly responding to the movements of his cock. 

Then he pushed his dick all the way into me and rubbed it to the right and 
to the left. I could feel his heavy balls pressing against the smooth flesh 
of my thighs and I could feel his blonde pubic patch rubbing against the 
rounded ass cheeks that were exposed. 

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and stuffed it back into his 
pants. Then he said, "Pull up your pants and let's go." 

He was already swaggering down the street while I was still struggling with 
my panties and my slacks. When the fabric of my panties pressed against my 
pussy lips, I could feel the hot moisture that was already collected there. 

I rushed quickly to follow the man who was walking down the block to the 
spot where he had parked his motorcycle. He got on the bike and said, "Grab 
my waist." 

As I was slowly getting onto the bike behind him, I said, "Is this safe? 
Shouldn't I be wearing a helmet? I mean, isn't there a law about having a 
helmet when. . . " 

"If you don't want to come with me, you don't have to!" he snapped. 

I got silent and then I climbed onto the back of his bike and grabbed onto 
his body. He zoomed off down the streets. The idea of being on a motorcycle 
in Manhattan was very kinky to me because it seemed like such a dangerous 
thing considering the congestion of the city. 

When we got to his building, he pulled his bike up between two cars and 
swaggered off. I got off myself and followed him into the building. 

He was silent all the way up to the apartment and I felt a strange fear 
rushing through me. I really wasn't sure any longer that I trusted this man 
completely. 

Douglas was very powerful and he could have hurt me in many different ways. 
He had already proven that he was brutal and I wasn't at all sure just how 
brutal he was. 

But, we were on our way to his apartment and my cunt was so hot and juicy 
that I knew 

I could not turn away from the opportunity of making it with him. 

As soon as he had the door to his apartment shut, he turned to me and 
snapped, "Get out of your clothes, girl! I want you naked!" 

"Yes!" I said, pulling on the blouse and the slacks that I was wearing. 

"Sir!" he shouted, correcting my error in a clipped voice. 

"Yes, sir," I said as I peeled my panties down my legs and stood naked in 
front of him. 

"Now you may take off my boots!" he said as he sat down in a big chair. 

I started to struggle with his boots and I was pulling at them without any 
success. Then he said, "Put one hand behind the heel and one hand on the 
toe. Then pull!" 

When I tried this, I made just a little bit of headway, so he grabbed my 
hips in his powerful hands and pulled me so that my ass was facing him and 
his foot was between my legs. "Now do it again, girl! And do it right!" he 
sneered. 

As I was pulling on his motorcycle boot, his other filthy boot pressed down 
against my ass cheeks for leverage. As the first boot slipped off, I went 
toppling forward. 

. .hen I lifted myself up and began to work on his second boot. Again I 
could feel his other foot pressing against the cheeks of my ass, but since 
the first boot was already off it was only the foot with the sock on it that 
was pushing at me. 

I fell to the floor again and when I looked up, he was pressing his filthy 
foot down against my face as he said, "Take my sock off, girl!" 

"Wh-why?" I asked, pulling away from him. "Why should I do that?" 

"You want to get fucked, don't you?" he asked, coyly. "If you want to get my 
cock up your pussy, you will follow my instructions precisely!" 

I paused and then his foot was rubbing back and forth on my face as he said, 
"You may pull my socks off now. But I want you to use your teeth to do it." 

It was not easy to grasp at the white socks with my teeth. As I worked at 
pulling on the thick and smelly fabric, I was getting nauseous. 

But I knew that I had to do it. There was an aching in my pussy and I wanted 
to have that cock stuffing my cunt. I had to do whatever he told me to do, 
even if it meant sliding his socks off with my teeth as if I were his pet. 

His bare feet were right in my face as he said, "Lick them clean! Then I'll 
see if you deserve my cock!" He laughed a deep and cruel laugh. 

My tongue slid all around his big toe and then it pressed into the gaps 
between his toes and tried to clean out the sweaty areas completely. 

I was so anxious to get fucked that I had to do all of that. Then I took his 
big toe between my teeth and I started to suck on the thick slab of flesh. 

Pressing my teeth tightly against the toe, I rubbed my teeth from side to 
side and heard the hulking man sigh softly. That thrilled me. Knowing that I 
was able to send a thrill through his body was enough to get me very 
excited. 

Then he started to pull down his pants and to toss off his leather jacket. 
He pulled up his tee shirt as well and then he was naked, revealing his 
massive and hairy body to me. 

"Suck my dick!" he said in a mean way. 

"Yes, sir," I said as an automatic reaction to his command. 

I opened my mouth wide and I took the cock head between my lips. Then I slid 
. forward so that the entire cock was rubbing along the length of my tongue. 

His powerful hand pressed against the back of my head and he would not let 
me pull my head up from his rammer. It was choking me, but he didn't seem to 
care about that. 

Then he pushed me back on the floor and tossed my legs up in the air as he 
said, "Do you want to get fucked by my thick cock?" 

"Yes!" I cried out, pulling anxiously at my own moist pussy flesh. 

"Tell me how bad you want it!" he commanded as if he were a master sergeant. 

"I want it so bad that I hurt!" I said, not knowing what else to say. 

He was sliding his big fist back and forth along the length of his hard-on 
as he said, "If that's the best you can do, I might as well shoot my load 
jerking off!" 

"No!" I said, reaching up and pressing my hand against his cock head. 

Slapping my hand away from his dick, he said, "Beg for it! If you want my 
cock you can beg for it! And if you don't beg me good enough, then you won't 
get it!" 

"Please!" I pleaded, with a whimper in my voice. "I need that cock in my 
pussy. I'm begging you to fuck my hot pussy with that big dick!" 

"Beg me some more! Beg for your pleasure!" he commanded. 

"I'm begging you! Please! Please fuck my pussy! I would do anything for you 
if you would shove that thick cock up my hot pussy!" I cried out. 

"Yeah?" he asked with a wry smile on his face. Then he pressed his cock head 
against the tight slit of my cunt and he began to work his prong into my hot 
hole. 

The pussy flesh was parting and the cock was sliding into me as he worked 
his way deeper and deeper against the hot and moist cunt meat. 

Once he was all the way inside of my pussy, he started to fuck me. Under my 
back I could feel the scratchy surface of the living room carpet, but I 
didn't care. 

The only thing that mattered at that moment was the fact that I had the cock 
inside of me. 

As he continued to fuck my cunt, the door to the apartment opened. I was 
aware of the fact that someone was walking into the place. 

When I looked to the side I saw a woman's legs walking right beside me. The 
man who was shoving his dick in and out of my cunt seemed completely 
oblivious to the woman. 

She went directly into the bedroom and ignored the two of us on the living 
room floor. 

Douglas kept on ramming his dick in and out of my hot hole and then he 
slammed in very hard and I could feel the base of his hard-on expanding out 
and sending a load of gism up toward the head of his thick prong. 

Then he was shooting load after load of flaming cock juice up into the 
confines of my vagina and my pussy was responding by tightening around the 
thick dick and spasming with moist and wild vibrations that were sucking the 
juice from the man. 

He pulled his cock out of my cunt and, just as when we were in the bar, I 
was too intimidated to speak. I just looked at him and he knew that it was 
up to him to say something. 

But, I was not prepared for what he said to me. Looking me over, he said, 
"Get dressed and go home now, girl." 

"Wh-what?" I asked him as he stood up over me. 

He tossed my clothes at me and said, "You heard me." 

"B-but, it's the middle of the night!" I said as I remained motionless. 

"Are you gonna make trouble?" he snapped, spinning toward me. "I want you to 
leave." 

Slowly, I began to get dressed. Then he pointed to the bedroom and said, 
"There's nowhere for you to sleep. My wife is in that room and we only have 
the one bed." 

"Your wife?" I asked, more than a little stunned by that revelation. 

"She knows that I have a hot cock and that I like to try out new pussies," 
he said in a very matter-of-fact tone. Then he stood there waiting for me to 
finish dressing. 

After the information that I had heard about his wife, I no longer hesitated 
in dressing. I just wanted to get out of the place as fast as I could. 

It was very awkward as the naked man led me to the door. That is, I felt 
awkward. I'm sure that he didn't feel awkward at all. I turned to him and 
said, "Good night." 

Douglas just nodded to me and then shut the door in my face. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"I just feel that I'm so damn trashy!" I cried out to my friend, Carla. 

"So?" she said, shrugging her shoulders as she took a bite from her turkey 
sandwich. 

"How can you react like that?" I asked her, sinking down into the chair next 
to hers. "I don't want to be a trashy girl! I don't want to have a 
reputation as a girl who'll do anything to get her pussy stuffed with cock!" 

"Then don't," she said to me in a flat and calm tone. 

"How come you're always able to remain so calm about things?" I asked her in 
defeat. 

"Diana, what is there to get upset about?" she asked me. 

I paused before saying, "I want a lover. I want some affection in my life 
and I don't know where the hell I can go to find it." 

"If it happens that would be wonderful for you," Carla said. "But in the 
meantime you can't make yourself miserable because it hasn't happened." 

"And I don't want to always be known as a trashy girl!" I added quickly. 

"So," she said. "That's simple. Just stop spreading your legs for every guy 
who comes along." 

"But, Carla," I moaned. "You know that isn't as easy as it sounds!" 

"You have two choices right now," she said. "You can either stay horny and 
maintain a reputation as a good girl, or you can enjoy yourself." 

I stopped and said, "That's funny. I went through those choices in high 
school and I lost out because I knew that I would have to give in to the 
passions of my pussy. The same thing happened in college and the same thing 
even happened in graduate school." 

"You would think that you would have learned something by now," Carla said. 

"What?" I asked her, my eyes growing wide because of what I had failed to 
learn. 

"You can't fight against yourself," she said to me in a calm voice. 

"Fight against myself? What do you mean?" I asked, calming down a little. 

She put aside her turkey on white bread and she took a drink of the 
chocolate soda that she had with her. Then she swallowed and said, "Enjoy 
yourself. How much time do you get? How can you spend your time worrying" 
about what other people think of you?" 

"But, look at what I don't have!" I cried out. "I don't have a regular man 
to take care of me. I don't have a family with a husband and...." 

"And look at all that you have," she said, taking another sip of her 
chocolate soda. "You're beautiful and sexy. Imagine if you were ugly and you 
had a hot pussy! At least like this you're able to get guys to fuck with." 

"What happens when I get older? What happens when I'm thirty and forty and 
guys don't want to fuck me anymore?" I said, almost daring her to answer me. 

"Worry about it when the time comes. In the meantime you know that you have 
your choice of a lot of good looking guys. Why don't you just make the best 
of it?" 

I watched my friend silently eating the rest of the turkey sandwich and I 
thought about all that she had said to me. My sex life had been filled with 
fantasies. 

There would be times when I would allow my fantasies to run free. Some guy 
would start to talk to me in a bar and I would immediately be imagining the 
silver pattern that we would pick out when we got married. 

And when that same guy would be leaving my apartment an hour later and would 
say, "I don't need your phone number, I'll see you around the bar!" I would 
plummet to the earth as if I had been shot down by flaming arrows. 

Perhaps it was time for me to grow up and temper by fantasies. Carla was 
right. I had to enjoy the sex that was there for the taking. 

That night I found that I couldn't sleep. When I looked at the clock and saw 
that it was three in the morning, I knew that the bar down the block was 
still open and that I could always find some sort of company there. 

Pulling on some clothes I went down the deathly quiet street and rounded the 
corner. When I pushed the door open and entered Bobby Ray's I saw that it 
was nearly deserted. 

Bobby came up to the bar and smiled at me as I sat on a stool. His hand ran 
up and down my arm as he said, "It's been a long time and I've been thinking 
about you." 

"Have you?" I asked, the smile stretching across my face. 

"You bet!" he said. "Where have you been all this time?" 

I didn't want to go into the story of my personal revelations. I just said, 
"I was very busy and I kept finding that I was too tired to go out to the 
bar." 

"Really?" he asked as he poured the white wine into the glass. 

Since I hadn't even asked for my drink yet, I smiled at him and said, "I see 
that you can remember what my usual is!" 

"Honey, you can come into this bar and just tell me to give me your usual!" 

When he pushed my drink toward me, I pressed my fingers down on his wrist 
and said, "When I come in here and tell you to give me my usual, I expect 
you to push me over the bar and to fuck the hell out of my pussy!" 

"Oh, baby, you're on!" he said, gazing at me with his big, dark eyes. 

"For when?" I asked him. I no longer cared if anyone called me trashy. I had 
a hot pussy and I was anxious to get it filled. My friend had been right in 
her advice. That was the important thing in the world! Getting the pleasure 
that I wanted to have! 

With a little chuckle in the back of his throat, he said, "I close up the 
bar in an hour. Are you planning to do anything else at four in the 
morning?" 

"I'll be here waiting for you," I said, as I leaned back on the barstool. 

As the bar emptied out, I. waited for Bobby up on the balcony. Paul was also 
working behind the bar and he kept looking up at the balcony and staring at 
me. 

I would have gladly taken on both of the bartenders right then and there. 
But Bobby opted for his power as manager and kicked Paul out of the place as 
he locked the door. 

He let down the bamboo shades that covered the front windows and then he 
lowered the light so that only a needed bit of it still flickered on. 

I was still sitting up on the balcony, nursing my third glass of wine and 
staring down at Bobby. Then he walked up the steps toward me and stood there 
for a moment, rubbing the bulge in the front of his pants as he said, "Where 
do you want it?" 

"Up my pussy," I said, in a flat tone as I looked right into his eyes. 

He laughed and said, "We have the whole bar to choose from. Consider the 
fantasies that you can play out." 

I smiled and stood up from the table as I said, "Okay! Let's start playing!" 

A second later and he was standing right next to me, pressing the front of 
his body against the front of my body. I could feel the thick bulge that was 
locked up in the front of his pants and his hands were running all over my 
body. 

Then he pushed me quickly back against the table and began to strip off my 
clothes. He tugged my blouse off and then pulled down my pants as he 
anxiously ripped at the fabric. Then, when he was peeling the panties from 
my well-rounded hips, he revealed my delicate, wispy pussy patch in all its 
glory and lightly brushed his fingers over my cunt lips. 

"I knew that your hole would be just as sweet as this," he said as he 
pressed his finger into my slit. 

Arching my hips up from the table, thrilled at the sexual contact of his 
finger. Then I started to work on his pants and pulled them right down from 
his slim hips. 

When his cock sprang out to freedom, its size surprised me. As stated 
before, Bobby Ray was not a big guy, but the size of his cock would have 
been appropriate for a larger man. 

As I was busy running my fingers up and down along the thick prong of his 
dick, he was pulling off his boots and then taking his pants down his legs. 
He tossed off his shirt and was soon as naked as I was. 

Then he landed on top of me with so much force that I was sure that he was 
going to crack right through the table and send us both smashing to the 
floor. 

But he simply managed to rub back and forth against my pussy patch, pressing 
his hard cock down against the furry fringe that was around my cunt. 

His powerful hands were soon rubbing up and down along the flesh on the 
inside of my thighs and he was pulling my legs wide apart. Then his cock was 
pressing against the tight slit that was his ultimate target and goal. 

Working his thickly flared cock head into the hot opening of my pussy, he 
was pushing the wrinkled flesh of my cunt lips to the right and to the left. 
Then his cock head was firmly lodged inside of the confines of my cunt. 

Pressing his dick forward into my vagina, he managed to slam the entire 
length of it into my hot hole. I shuddered as he pushed down so hard that he 
sent me moving across the table top. But he pressed down against me and held 
me tight for a moment. 

Then he started to pull his cock out of my hot hole and I could feel the 
gooseflesh that was forming all over the back of my neck and along my arms 
and legs. 

As the thick shaft of his cock was pulling at the moist interior flesh of my 
cunt I could feel it sending thrills up through the rest of my body. 

Then his cock was moving in and out of my pussy. I could feel the hot thrill 
and the cold sensations that were mingling together in my pussy flesh. 

As his cock moved swiftly back and forth in the vagina, I could feel my 
pussy flesh moving as well. His hard-on was pushing against the delicate 
flesh of the cunt and parting the walls of the twat with the powerful force 
behind it. 

Then when it pulled back out of my hole, I could feel the flesh deep inside 
of my cunt as it clasped shut again and tightened in preparation for the 
next thrust of the dick. 

Moving back and forth in my hot hole, the cock was driving me wild with 
passion. Soon, I spread my legs even wider so that I could raise my hips up 
and try to get even more of the fabulous cock shoved deep inside of my body. 

With my legs spread very wide, I then tossed my legs around the man's body 
and my bare feet were pressing in against his powerful piston-like ass. 

The firm muscles in his ass cheeks and the powerful muscles in his thighs 
were catapulting his dick in and out of my tender twat with the speed of a 
rocket. 

When my feet were pressing down against his ass cheeks, that pressure was 
pushing his cock even deeper into my cunt. I could feel the hairy and 
wrinkled flesh of his undulating ball sacs each time that he pushed forward 
into me. 

Then his black cock hairs were pressing down and scratching against my own 
reddish pussy hairs. He pushed his dick all the way into me and I could feel 
the contact between the two patches of hair and the tickling sensation that 
went along with that. 

With my feet against his powerful ass cheeks I could feel every movement 
that he was making. Each time that he pushed his dick into my pussy, his ass 
cheeks clenched together and there was a hollow on either side of his body, 
right behind his hips. 

Then he would relax and his ass cheeks would relax as well. In that way, his 
thighs and ass were acting like a motor that was giving the force to the 
cock that was ripping at the delicate flesh all the way inside of my pussy. 

With my legs around his body, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and 
said, "Hold on tight. We're gonna take a little trip." 

I looked around and down. We were up on the balcony and for a moment I had 
the impression that we were so near to the edge of the railing that he was 
going to drop me over. 

But then I knew that it was ridiculous! He had his cock stuffed all the way 
inside of my cunt. He couldn't toss me off the balcony unless he also went 
over the edge. 

Then he began to walk away from the railing. I clutched my arms around his 
back and my long fingers were digging into his hairy flesh in an effort not 
to be dropped. 

Bobby was really showing a good deal of talent with his cock since he was 
managing to walk along while his dick was stuffed all the way up my pussy 
and my feet were pressing into his ass. 

We were attached in that strange way and there was something very erotic 
about it. 

I was amazed that he actually managed to walk down the stairs with his cock 
still up inside of my cunt. I clutched onto him even more tightly and I 
could feel the perspiration that was forming on his back from the contact 
with me. 

Once he had managed to get us down the stairs to the main area of the bar, 
he looked into my face and said, "Where do you want to do it?" 

"Where? Everywhere!" I said with a broad smile on my face. 

"Okay!" he said, nodding his head. "Where do you want the first one!" 

"First one?" I asked. 

"Sure!" he said. "You don't think that I'm just gonna fuck a sweet pussy 
like yours one time! And if you do think that I'm here to correct that 
notion right now!" 

"Let's start on the pool table!" I said. I had a big cock in my pussy and I 
was still feeling horny. Even though he was inside of me, I wanted to feel 
the fucking! 

He pressed me down on the pool table. He did not get down on top of me. I 
was on my back and he peeled my legs from around his waist. 

Tossing my legs up over my shoulders, his cock was still inside of my pussy 
even though I was lying on my back on the pool table and he was standing up 
next to it. 

He began to work his dick in and out of my pussy in that position. Because 
he was standing up and I was lying down, his cock was pressed at an odd 
angle. 

Because his cock was pressing up so hard against the front of my pussy, it 
was rubbing back and forth with so much power over my clitoris that I 
thought I was going to pass out. 

Since my clit is very close to the opening of my pussy and it is so easily 
aroused I have always been a girl who enjoyed getting fucked a great deal. 
But the position that Bobby was using on me was taking that one step 
further. 

I could feel the sweat that was standing out on my forehead as I was taking 
the cock in and out of my cunt and feeling the vicious slamming against my 
clit. 

"You want me to cum?" he asked as he slid back and forth. 

"No!" I cried out. "I don't want it to end!" 

"Who said anything about having it end?" he asked. "I just want to know if I 
should shoot in your pussy!" 

"Yes!" I screamed out and as I said that, I felt the cock head expanding out 
and shooting the first load of gism into my hot cunt slit. 

But it was an unusual way that he started to shoot into me. Usually a guy 
will slam all the way into my body before he starts to shoot his load, but 
Bobby just had the head of his hard-on at the lips of my cunt as he began to 
explode in a hot orgasm. 

I screamed out in a hysterical way and I'm not really sure why I screamed 
unless it was just that I didn't want to miss feeling the dick all the way 
up my cunt. 

In the midst of shooting that first wad of gism up my hot pussy slit, he 
shoved his cock all the way into my body and I could feel the trail of 
flaming cock juice against the moist and supple flesh of my vagina. 

His cock was all the way inside of my cunt and it was still playfully moving 
back and forth against the delicate flesh of my pussy as 

I felt it shooting out load after load of hot cum up into the confines of my 
vagina. 

The first burst of gism into my pussy had been something special. I don't 
know how much Bobby planned and how much had just happened. But he managed 
to shoot his load directly against the hot and excited clit that was right 
at the opening of my pussy. 

After that happened, I was completely out of control. I could feel the flesh 
of my vagina collapsing around the invading cock and grasping it firmly. 

The moist pussy flesh was trying to hold onto the thick cock and it was 
unable to clutch the sliding joint that kept on ramming and taunting the 
delicate flesh inside my twat. 

"What's the matter?" he asked, with a laugh. "I thought that you wanted to 
keep getting fucked on and on!" 

"It's so. , . It's so ... I'm completely out of control!" I answered, 
panting out one word at a time. 

"Good!" he laughed. "That's the way you should be." 

By the time that both of us had finished cumming, my pussy flesh felt like 
there were burning cinders pressed deep against the moist surface. 

His cock was still stuffed all the way inside of me and it gave no sign of 
softening in the tight confines of my pussy. Then he reached down and 
grabbed me by the shoulders. 

I was dazed as I said, "Wh-what? Bobby, what now?" 

Keeping his hard dick all the way inside of my cunt, he was holding me in 
his arms as my ass cheeks were resting against the side of the pool table. 

"Where do you want the next round?" he asked me in a matter-of-fact voice. 

I smiled. That was all that I needed to hear to feel the life surging back 
into me. 

"How long do you intend to keep on fucking me?" I asked him. 

"Are you complaining?" he asked me, tilting his head to one side. 

I shook my head and said, "I just want to know whether I should cancel any 
appointments." 

He began to laugh and said, "Three times is usually enough to hold me for a 
night!" 

Nodding my head I said, "Maybe tonight you can make it four!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"I'm gonna pick you up again," Bobby Ray said to me, as he wrapped his arms 
around my body. 

When he said that, I tossed my legs around his ass and clutched onto his 
back again, just as I had done the previous time when he had carried me to 
the pool table. 

It was thrilling. His cock was stuffed all the way inside my cunt and the 
two of us were firmly locked together as he carried me. 

This time I didn't feel any trepidations in his powerful arms. If he had 
managed to keep his stiff dick in my pussy while carrying me down the 
stairs, he could certainly manage me right there at the bar as he walked 
along. 

"How about on top of the bar?" he asked me with a wicked smile on his face. 

It wasn't easy to coordinate. It had actually become a challenge for the two 
of us to move around without his cock ever leaving my pussy. I stepped up 
onto the footrest of the bar as he lifted me a little bit off the floor. 

Soon I was on top of the bar and he was on top of me. Since he was lying 
flat on top of me, his cock was in my pussy at a completely different angle 
from the one that he had used when he had been standing next to the pool 
table and I was lying on it. 

He pressed his dick all the way into me and rubbed back and forth so that 
his pubic hair crackled against my pussy hair once more. 

Then he began to ram his cock in and out of my hot cunt. His powerful, hairy 
chest was crushing down my breasts and I began to run my hands up and down 
the tattoos that were on his arms. 

Somehow the presence of the tattoos made the muscular arms look even 
stronger. On his left arm there was a bull that represented his astrological 
sign and on his right arm there was a silly little cartoon character. 

That tattoo on the right arm was intriguing because it made me start to 
wonder what nonsensical escapade it represented. But there was little time 
for me to be concerned about that as the cock kept on ramming in and out of 
my pussy. 

This time it was his flared cock head that was rubbing against the delicate 
flesh around my clit and causing wild excitement to rush up and down through 
my body. 

I was actually wriggling around on top of the bar and I could feel the cock 
that was sending such wild chills through me. 

Looking up at Bobby's face, he pressed his lips down against mine. His mouth 
was already opened and I opened my mouth. I could feel his black moustache 
against my lips and I could feel his thick and coarse tongue as it was 
rubbing against my tongue. 

Our two tongues were soon playing together and were locked in a hot 
combination. Then he pushed my tongue back into my mouth and began to flick 
his tongue back and forth. 

This playful movement was even more exciting because he was flicking his 
tongue across my tongue at the same tempo that he was fucking my hot pussy. 

As I felt the satisfying thrills of the fucking, I was already looking 
around the place and trying to determine where we would fuck next. 

Then he slammed his cock all the way into my hot hole and I could feel the 
gism that was splashing in against my delicate flesh and causing my pussy to 
react in another series of spasms that were even more powerful than the 
first. 

Slowly, the sweaty bartender began to slide his cock out of my hot hole. 
When it pulled free I sighed with relief, but I felt a strange 
disappointment as if I were being deprived of something that I needed. I 
knew that that was exactly what had happened. 

He jumped off the bar and reached up to help me as he said, "I think that we 
need a rest." 

I got off the bar also and then he walked around to the back of the bar, 
still naked, and said, "Drinks are on the house for this crowd." 

"That's an offer that I can't refuse!" I said as I leaned against the bar. 

He took the big bottle of white wine and looked at me as he said, "This is 
the way that I imagined us being every time that I poured you a glass of 
white wine." 

"Naked?" I asked, as I watched him pouring my wine. 

Nodding his head, he asked, "Would you like me to stir your drink, ma'am?" 

"Stir my drink?" I asked with a laugh. "It's only wine!" 

He brought the drink down to the level of his cock and then he splashed his 
long dong around in the chilly liquid. As he handed me the glass I smiled 
and brought it to my lips. 

"I could use a little of that too," he said. 

"A little?" I asked, not sure what he meant or what he was referring to. 

"Your lips look so good," he said, taking my hand. 

I got off the barstool and walked along the side of the bar. Then I went 
around to the inside of the bar where he was. There, surrounded by the 
bottles and glasses and the ice machine, I fell to my knees and faced his 
dick. 

There was a wooden mat on the floor that allowed spilled things to spill 
right through. My knees were pressed down against the wood as I brought my 
lips to the bartender's thick tool. 

My lips were soon pressing down against the very base of his cock. I could 
feel his hairy balls rubbing against my chin and I could feel the thick base 
pulling my lips apart. 

Then I pulled away from his dick and said, "I have to use the restroom. 
Excuse me." 

I went into one of the back toilets and I locked the door. It was strange. I 
had used this room so often, but this was the first time that 

I had ever come into it naked. I also wondered why I had even bothered to 
lock the door since Bobby and I were the only people who were there in the 
locked up bar. 

When I was just finishing up in the toilet and washing my hands, I heard a 
noise at the door and I heard the handle turning. I was filled with a sudden 
fear. I was naked. 

"Bobby?" I called out. "Is that you, Bobby?" 

The door opened wide and Bobby was standing there holding the key to the 
door lock in one hand and holding his cock in the other hand. 

"What are you doing in here?" I asked, smiling in relief. 

He slammed the door shut and said, "Imagine that you went to use the toilet 
and the manager of the place, who had a key to the toilet lock, managed to 
get in and keep you in there. He had already pulled all your clothes off and 
he was going to fuck you right there by the toilet bowl and sink!" 

Simply listening to him talk was all that I needed to make my pussy lips 
burn with passion. I reached down to rub my cunt and said, "I guess that I'm 
not good at playing out a rape fantasy. But I can try, if you want me to." 

"Why aren't you good at rape fantasies?" he asked as he pressed his body 
against mine. 

"I have a hard time pretending that I don't want it!" I said, as I felt him 
pushing me down onto the seat of the toilet and pressing his body on top of 
me. 

"Come on!" he said, pulling my body up and trying to figure out what 
position we should use for fucking in this confined area. Then Bobby grasped 
my rounded hips in his large and hot hands. He spun me around so that I was 
facing the toilet and then he pushed me forward so that I was bent at the 
waist. 

His finger brushed up against the furry slit that was between my thighs. I 
spread my thighs wide apart so that he could really press into me. 

Then he plucked his finger out of my hole and I could feel something much 
thicker that was pushing against the supple and spongy flesh of my cunt. 

Even though I had already had two orgasms in succession, I was steaming hot 
and I really craved having the dick shoved into my slit. I could feel the 
thick cock head jutting in and slipping through the tight opening. Then I 
could feel the shaft of the dick sliding the rest of the distance into the 
hot hole. 

My pussy flesh was so well lubricated with all of the pussy juice and cock 
cream that had spilled in it during the last two fuckings that it was a 
simple matter for Bobby to push his dick all the way into my inflamed hole. 

The head of his cock slammed up and seemed to be leaving an indentation 
against some vital organs inside of me and his balls were slapping against 
my cunt lips. 

He began to pull his cock head slowly out of my hot slit and I could feel 
the thrill of the flesh that was standing on end. It felt like all of my 
pussy hairs were frizzing out. 

Then he started to fuck me very slow and easy. It was thrilling. When he 
pushed all the way into my pussy I could feel his balls swinging and 
slapping against me. I was surprised that his testicles weren't already numb 
from the number of times that he had fucked me. 

But his cock was as rigid as ever and my pussy slit was as hot as ever as he 
moved in and out at a steady pace. I was panting. I wanted more. I needed 
more. 

And I am certain that Bobby knew the way I felt. In a quiet voice, he said, 
"Do you still want to get fucked even after all the fucking we did?" 

"Yes!" I cried out, hoarsely, as I looked over my shoulder at the man. 

"In that case I'm really gonna fuck you!" he cried out. 

He began to slam it into me with so much vigor and wild abandon that it was 
as if he had not fucked me before. He had to grab onto my hips with his 
hands because he was pushing so hard against my body and he wanted to hold 
me in place. 

I could feel his cock all over my body. It is one thing to simply feel a 
cock in my pussy. But in the case of this fucking session, I could feel the 
cock's movements emanating out and sending thrills to all the different 
parts of my body. 

He just kept fucking me and there were times when I felt like I was floating 
in time and space. There is no drug that is as effective as a hot fuck in my 
pussy. 

There is no way that I can say how long that fuck lasted. Since we had both 
already cum twice before neither of us was anxious to reach orgasm. We both 
wanted to enjoy the sensation of the moist friction as his dick kept on 
moving inside my pussy. 

Then I heard Bobby cry out at the top of his voice and I knew that something 
was happening. He slammed his cock all the way into me and I could feel his 
balls rolling up against my thighs. 

I knew that his testicles were moving closer to his body to seek refuge as 
they sent the load of flaming cock juice up the length of his fuck-pole. 

A moment later and his cock was shooting gism up my pussy. Bobby's body was 
frozen in place. He was not moving a muscle and between us nothing was 
moving except for the wild spasms of his cock inside of my wildly spasming 
pussy. 

It was as if the cock the cunt had taken on lives of their own and they were 
having a great time together. Bobby and I were both drenched in sweat by the 
time he pulled out of me. 

"Wow!" I said, turning around and putting my arms around him. I licked some 
of the sweat from his neck and then licked up to the side of his handsome 
face. 

"Hey, babe," Bobby said as he stepped away. "I don't want you to get hung up 
on me. 

I started to laugh and the laugh was loud and raucous. He was just staring 
at me and finally he said, "What's so fuckin' funny?" 

Sitting down on the toilet seat, I shook my head and said, "The one thing 
that you don't have to worry about is my getting hung up on you or on 
anybody!" 

"What do you mean?" he asked as he sat down naked on the floor across from 
me. 

"Bobby, there's nothing I want more in the world than to have a lover, but. 
. . " Then I corrected myself by saying, "The only thing that I want more 
than to find the right man who would love me is to have thick cocks shoving 
up my pussy all the time." 

He laughed a little and I added, "As for finding a guy who would be my 
lover, I'm a grown up now and I don't have any fantasies about that." 

"No fantasies at all?" he asked in a knowing way that only bartenders have. 

I paused and then lied, "No! None at all. I just want to have whatever 
pleasure I can have!" 

"Terrific," he said, rubbing his hand on my knee. 

I tilted my head and said, "In fact I had even started to get suspicious of 
your motives. I started to wonder if you weren't flirting with me simply so 
that you could keep me coming back to this bar and buying more and more 
booze from you!" 

"Would I do a thing like that?" he asked, his black eyebrows raising high. 

"I noticed that there are a lot of attractive girls coming into the bar 
these days," I said. 

"Are you saying. . . " he began as he started to stand up from the floor. 

I got up from the toilet and put my hand over his mouth as I said, "You've 
done okay by me, Bobby. That's the only thing that matters." 

He kissed me softly on the cheek and then I added, "I used to think that a 
lot of things were important, but now I'm starting to see that there are 
problems in life that I simply cannot deal with. The only thing I can deal 
with is the present!" 

"And what do you want in the present?" he asked me as he took my hands. 

I reached down for his cock that was dangling down between his legs and I 
began to play with the soft thing. He laughed and said, "I promised you 
three times and I did that!" 

"But I told you that I would take care of the fourth one!" I said, with a 
meaningful look. 

Leading the handsome and hairy stud by the hand, I brought him toward the 
bar. Looking around the deserted room I knew that I would have the thrill 
the next time that I was there, simply knowing all of the things that I had 
done inside of the bar. 

"You want me to get up on the bar?" he asked me. 

I nodded and said, "I'll take care of everything from there!" 

With a shrug of his shoulders, the handsome bartender climbed onto the bar 
and got down on his back. I climbed on top of him and began to work on his 
dick. 

It wasn't the easiest thing in the world, since his cock had been drained 
three separate times, but with the use of my educated mouth and tongue and 
my talented hands, he began to get another hard-on that amazed even him. 

Licking at his balls and slobbering at the sweat that was locked between his 
legs, I could tell that he was getting increasingly excited. 

When his cock was standing perfectly erect, I squatted over the head of the 
hard dick and I pressed it firmly against the wrinkled lips of my pussy. 

He gasped as he felt the cunt lips clasping at his cock head. Then I began 
to slide down the length of the hard fuck-pole and I could feel it spreading 
apart the warm cunt flesh. 

"Are you always this hot?" the astounded bartender asked as my ass cheeks 
slammed down against his balls and pressed against the hairy flesh. 

I squeezed my pussy lips around the thick shaft of his dick, to give added 
emphasis as I said, "Yes, Bobby! I am always this hot! And I plan to make 
the most of it as often as I can with as many men as I can!" 

"In that case," he began as he felt my pussy lips sliding up the thick shaft 
of his hard-on. "I sure hope that you keep on coming into this bar!"
