Forced Into Analism
by Alice Brigs


FOREWORD 

Blonde and beautiful Sylvia Desmond was a hallmark of modern female 
efficiency and talent. 

In her mid-twenties, the bright young illustrator had propelled herself into 
a top position at Jacobson Advertising on New York's famed Madison Avenue. 

A stickler for independence, Sylvia was determined to live her life her own 
way, and the men she encountered found out soon enough that things had to be 
done her way, particularly in the bedroom, or she was not willing to play. 

Things began to change, however, when Sylvia's path crossed with that of 
Harry Patrick, the young senior account executive at Jacobson Advertising. 

Following a nasty argument in which Sylvia lost her cod while Harry kept 
his, Sylvia begins to adopt a standoffish position in her dealings with 
Harry. Her efforts to avoid him become more futile as a result of the simple 
territorial fact that his office Is situated next door to hers. 

Once Harry Patrick goes to work to ensnare independent, self-assertive 
Sylvia into his web, the battle is on. Even when he finally entices her into 
bed, Harry is forced to exercise greater control as a means of getting her 
to do what he wants. 

When he gradually begins to bring her into his orbit of domination, Harry 
decides to go all the way. It becomes his all-consuming desire to entice 
Sylvia into the wild and fascinating realm of anal sex! 

The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

As Jim Staples entered inside Sylvia Desmond's apartment, he noticed the 
sizable enlargement in his crotch area. 

He looked down at his trousers, observing the extent to which his penis had 
expanded since entering the apartment He had taken Sylvia to one of New 
York's finer restaurants, and throughout the dinner, along with the drinks 
that followed, he had become ever more eager to have sex with her. Now his 
cock was bulging formidably, and as he looked into the eyes of his 
beautiful, blonde- haired, blue-eyed dinner partner, he knew how badly he 
needed her. 

"Honey, watching you for eight hours a day at the office without being able 
to do anything about it is torture," he said, beginning to take off his 
coat. 

"Get comfortable, dear," Sylvia smiled, turning quickly and heading toward 
the kitchen. "I'll fix us both a drink." 

"I hardly need another one," he said. "I'm ready to go right now." 

"Don't rush things," Sylvia replied, opening the refrigerator and going for 
the ice. "Remember, honey, if I'm gonna have sex with a man, it's gonna be 
strictly on my terms. I think we've discussed that many times." 

"You're right, I know you're the boss," he said mournfully, "but what the 
hell, honey. You can't blame a guy if he gets a little bit anxious." 

For the better part of the last two years, Jim had occupied the office 
directly next to Sylvia's. They both were hard-working employees for 
Jacobson Advertising on Madison Avenue. Sylvia was considered the girl 
wonder of the entire organization. At the tender age of twenty-five, the 
beautiful, five-foot-seven- inch statuesque young woman was already a 
full-fledged illustrator, and already there was talk that, should she want 
it, there would be room for her eventually in the executive ranks. 

A talented, artistic girl who graduated from Smith College, she had come to 
New York to seek her fortune. She landed a job at Jacobson Advertising, and 
from that point forward had excelled. 

As for Jim, he was a junior executive, and very ambitious in his own right. 
But he seemed to lack the all-consuming drive that was so much a part of 
lovely young Sylvia, and as he sat there on the sofa, awaiting her return 
from the kitchen, he became that much more impatient. He looked down once 
again at his crotch, recognizing just how badly he needed immediate sex 
contact with Sylvia. 

She returned from the kitchen holding a Screwdriver in each hand. She 
extended one of them toward Jim. 

"Here you are, my dear," she said, handing him the glass, then sitting down 
next to him on the sofa. 

"Thanks, dear. Like I said, I really don't need it, but I'll have it if you 
want me to." 

"My dear, things have to be done according to the right tempo. I follow that 
rule of thumb in everything that I do, including my work." 

Jim quickly gulped down his drink while Sylvia sipped hers. Each time he 
looked at her, Jim became that much more impressed. 

"It's amazing you never turned toward modeling," Jim said. 

"It. isn't amazing if you know me at all," she laughed, 

"What do you mean?" 

"Just that I'm not the personality type. For one thing, I like to think I 
have a supercharged brain, and for that reason I don't need men relying on 
me or my looks and figure. I like getting out and establishing myself in my 
own right as an illustrator." 

"That's right. You are big on this women's lib stuff, aren't you?" 

"I believe in the concept of a woman liberating herself," Sylvia spoke with 
conviction. "Of course I do. I don't need to be panted over by men. I like 
to think that I have enough ability to get by without that." 

When Sylvia finally finished her drink, Jim leaned over toward her. He 
reached out and began running his fingers through her soft, silky blonde 
hair. 

"Oh, it's great touching your hair," he said. "You've got such beautiful 
hair, darling. Oh, baby, do I ever dig touching it." 

"What are you gonna do next?" 

"I want to kiss you." 

"You have my permission." 

Jim was always a little apprehensive about proceeding without finding out 
first just what his lover would permit. He knew how strong Willed Sylvia 
was. Once that he received the go-ahead, Jim leaned forward and allowed his 
lips to plunge against hers. 

Their lips met in rapt mutual attention for several seconds, after which Jim 
released them. 

"Oh, honey, I want to French with you," he said. 

"Go ahead. Things are warming up. So far so good." 

Once more Jim heaved a deep sigh as he was prepared to launch forward. He 
slipped his tongue devastatingly inside of Sylvia's mouth. Back and forth 
they collided with forceful determination. As he kept on wiggling his tongue 
against hers; his whole body began to vibrate. He readied out with both 
hands, slipping them inside his lover's bright blue dress. His fingers kept 
on working their way downward until he had maneuvered them inside of her 
bra. He then clutched at her nipples, holding on tightly, and as he did so 
his tongue kept on winding its way ever so eagerly around hors. 

A few moments later, Jim removed his tongue from Sylvia's mouth. 

"Let's go into the bedroom, honey," Sylvia said. "The time has arrived." 

"Oh, damned. I was waiting for you to say that." 

"Yon really are horny tonight." 

"Hell. honey, yon know how it goes. Spending that much time with you. We had 
dinner, drinks, and all that time toy whole body was smoldering." 

"You're gonna have to learn how to relax more, Jim," Sylvia lauded as she 
walked toward the bedroom. 

"How can you tell a guy to relax when his instincts are telling him 
something else?" 

"I suppose that that's true." 

"Sure it is." 

Now they were both standing in the darkness of the bedroom. Sylvia turned on 
one tiny light which illuminated things ever So slightly. She liked the 
romantic effect of semi-darkness, and as she sprawled her body out Inside 
the bad, she began to luxuriously remove her dress, Her fingers worked ever 
so daintily, and Jim recognized that to Sylvia the act of undressing was 
like a symphony in motion. It caused his code to become much more agitated 
just watching her. 

While Sylvia went through the process of removing her dress, Jim started to 
take off his clothes. He impatiently undid his tie, then removed his shirt. 

His movements were jerky and impatient as opposed to Sylvia. She exercised 
herself with total coolness, and gave every evidence of being completely in 
command of herself. 

"Oh, honey, what a body you've got," Jim sighed as he reached down and 
tugged at his shorts, pulling them down his legs. 

"Just take it easy, sweetheart," she smiled, pulling off her dress. 

Jim's heart began to pound savagely as he observed, her lying there in her 
dazzlingly white panties and bra, which contrasted sharply with the darkness 
of the room. They almost gave the impression of being neon lit. 

She readied behind her body and undid her bra straps. She heaved a sigh, 
then placed the bra daintily on a nearby chair. 

"Oh, damned, those tits are something else," Jim, chuckled getting carried 
away over all that was happening. 

A few seconds later be totally removed his shorts, tossing them to the 
floor, then reaching out and running the fingers of his right hand up and 
down his lopg penis, which was prepared for immediate action. 

As Sylvia reached down and clutched at her white panties, holding onto the 
elastic, then ever so surely putting them down her legs, she smiled. 

"Oh, honey, I'm almost undressed," die said. "You're gonna be able to see my 
twat in just seconds." 

"That precious jewel," he gasped. "I can't wait to see it. I can't wait to 
make love to it" 

"Just contain yourself, darling. Everything will go fine." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

As Sylvia wiggled her hips, slipping her panties down her legs, he got his 
first look of the evening at her vagina. As Jim focused his eyes on her 
vanilla- covered pubic mound, he started jerking that much more quickly on 
his pecker. 

"Oh, damned, what a beautiful body," he said. "What a gorgeous cunt you 
have, baby. It's great, it's really great just like the rest of you." She 
finished removing her panties, placing them on the same chair with her dress 
and Bra. She reclined ever so luxuriously in the bed, and begun to work her 
hips back and forth, doing her best to tease and entice Jim. 

"Reach down and play with my pussy," she smiled. "It needs some attention, 
hooey. I really want you to run your fingers over it Come on, dear. Slide 
your fingers back and forth. Oh, I'm really looking forward to it" 

He dropped the fingers of his right hand ever so quickly toward her mound. 
He began to work them back and forth against her snatch and as he started 
circulating his fingers around her mound, her body began to sharply twist in 
back and forth movements. 

"Hey, that's nice," she nodded appreciatively. "I like your movements, dear. 
You just keep listening to me for instructions. I'm gonna keep telling you 
exactly what to do. Oh, yes, baby. Oh, work your fingers, sweetheart. Work 
them against my hot mound. Oh, darling, this is really groovy. Ah, it's 
good. You're giving me some nice sensations. Oh, honey, come on and finger 
my snatch. Baby, oh, I really want you to do it." 

Ever so alertly Jim kept up his pace. His heart kept thundering with 
mounting anxiety as he moved his fingers around her pussy. All the while, 
her hips begun to flip and sway that much more quickly than before. 

"Okay, now you can kiss my snatch," she said. "You're really starting to get 
me warm in my hot mound, sweetie. Come on and kiss my pussy. Baby, oh, 
you've just got to kiss it. You've got to excite me, dear. Even more than 
you're exciting me now. You're exciting me quite a bit." 

He removed his fingers from her pussy, and dropped his head down between her 
legs. He moved his fingers up and down her thighs, then allowed his lips to 
plunge against her pussy. As they made contact with her hot mound, her body 
began to fervently slide back and forth. She enjoyed the sensations that he 
provided with his lips. 

"Ah, you're kissing my cunt," she cried out with spectacularly spontaneous 
excitement "Come on, baby. Oh, do it again. I want you to excite my pussy. 
Kiss me again, darling. Oh, come on, sweetheart." 

Under her steady prodding, Jim kissed her mound a second time. He then did 
it a third time, a fourth, and finally .a fifth. 

"You're great" she said, "I want you to go on to something else, baby. I 
don't want to juice right yet. Oh, already I can feel the moisture, it's so 
groovy. You really know how to excite me. So come on and suck out my 
breasts. Suck my hot tits, baby" 

She lay back, awaiting his next move. He removed his lips from her mound, 
then moved his tongue forward, letting it come to rest just above her left 
breast "Come on and get busy," she said, her hips dancing with mounting 
excitement. "Drive your tongue against my hot tit, baby. You really know how 
to work it. Come on, dear. Oh, that's the kind off excitement I really dig. 
You can supply it for me, baby. Oh, honey, come on and suck out my breast 
Drive it baby. Oh, honey, come on and suck me there." 

He leaned forward and started to slide his tongue against his lover's hot 
breast. Back and forth he worked it driving it with steady determination. As 
he kept up the spirited sucking, he worked her ever closer to a state of 
sexual agitation, the kind of point at which she would . soon have to juice. 

"All right while you're sucking my tit reach out and run your fingers over 
my mound," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey, take the fingers of your right 
hand and toy with my pussy. Ahhh, suck my breasts and play with my snatch. 
That's what I call fun. Real wild and wonderful fun. Sweetie, oh, I really 
want it. You can give it to me, sweetheart. Oh, baby, come on and do it Oh, 
suck my tit Sweetheart oh, suck it darling. Yes, honey, oh, I really want 
you to suck it" 

As he slid his tongue all around her breast, she smiled nonchalantly. Sylvia 
enjoyed the attention that she was receiving, and as the saliva continued to 
develop as he kept on splashing his tongue against her hot tit she longed 
for him to provide her nipple with individual attention. 

"Okay, nibble on my nipple," she sighed. "Just run your teeth over it, 
sweetheart. You know how I want it. I've trained you, baby. I've told you 
exactly what to do. So come on, baby, do it. Come on, darling. Oh, suck out 
my nipple. Sweetheart, oh, I want you to really give me the action. Come on, 
baby." 

With one rapid forward thrust, Jim switched his activity. He had been 
sucking her left breast ever so thoroughly, but now his teeth were nibbling 
against her nipple. Every time that he came into contact with her nipple, 
her body twisted that much more rapidly. She enjoyed the steady pattern of 
activity that was developing. 

"Come on, dear, work your fingers even faster inside my mound," she said. 
"I'm not that close to juicing. Once that I am, I'll let you know 
immediately. But for the time being, come on and run your fingers over my 
mound. Yes, baby, this is the kind of action I love. Come on, oh, play with 
my pussy. Darling, oh, you can do it. Ahhh, work your fingers. That's it, 
Jim baby. You're really turning your lover on, Oh, honey, thank you for such 
beautiful movements. Come on, sweetie. Oh, keep them going." 

Jim was pleased over the fact that gorgeous Sylvia was reacting so sharply 
to everything he was doing. He could see that she was definitely in the mood 
for sex, just as he was. Such was not always the case. He remembered those 
many occasions when he had taken her out and, after expecting sex, had been 
disappointed. Often she would tell him that she needed a good night's sleep 
and needed to save her energies for the work at the office which had to be 
tackled the next day. 

But now she was willing to go all out with him, apparently, and as he kept 
on working his teeth against her nipple, he plunged his fingers that much 
more quickly into her pussy. 

"Okay, baby, I want you to work your tongue against my other breast," she 
finally said. "You've done rather a spectacular job baby. Come on and keep 
it up, honey. Oh, sweetheart, suck out my hot tit. You did it with one, and 
you can do it with the other. Oh, let your tongue race, baby. Come on 
sweetie. Oh, drive your tongue, sweetheart. Yes, I want you to do it" 

Her hips swung back and forth, and as they did his tongue collided with 
spectacular urgency against her hot breast. Back and forth he kept up the 
hot, plunging movements, and all the while his cock was proving that much 
more restless. 

"Come on, honey, turn on the coal," she laughed. 

"Oh, honey, you're really doing it. Come on and suck my breast. Yes, baby, 
oh, suck it." 

While he kept up his steady, fervent tongue movements, his fingers kept on 
moving resourcefully inside her pussy. 

"Okay, honey, you can remove your fingers from ray snatch now," she said. 
"You can stop right now. I'm just too far gone, baby. Oh, I'm just too close 
to orgasm." 

He removed his fingers from her pussy, but continued to wield his tongue 
effectively against her-breast.. 

"Okay, doll, now start nibbling on my nipple, just like you did on the other 
one," she said. "Crane on, dear. Oh, honey, I really want you to do it." 

He went to work with his teeth, letting them slide around her nipple. As she 
lay there and gasped, she recognized just how closely she was drawing toward 
climax. 

"Oh, honey, you've got a nice tongue," she said. "I like it, honey, I like 
shat you're doing." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As Jim removed his teeth from his lover's nipple, Sylvia looked at him and 
smiled affectionately. 

"You're doing real well so far," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, I've got to 
give you an A for effort. You're really coming on." 

"So are you. When you slide your legs around, honey, that turns me on so big 
that I could do anything. Oh, damned, I like the way you move your hips. 
That's so spectacular. I dig it in such a big way." 

"Okay, honey, I wish that you would slip your tongue inside my asshole," she 
said. "You say you like the way I move my hips. Well, apparently you like my 
cute ass, too." 

"You've got the best proportioned ass of any one I've ever seen," he sighed. 
"As a matter-of-fact, that's the thing that drew me to you right away." 

"I'll just bet that it did. A lot of men have said the same thing." 

"It's so well proportioned. Oh, damned, I like the curves in it." 

"Reach out and touch it a little bit, baby. Run your fingers over it." 

"Oh, I'd be glad to " 

"Come on, dear. Oh, slide your fingers over my hot butt." 

He reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to collide with her 
buttocks. Back and forth he kept up his finger efforts, stabbing at her ass 
cheeks. 

"Ahhh, I love the flowing curves of your butt," he said. "This is so nice, 
honey. Oh, I like massaging your ass cheeks." 

"Yes, honey. Oh, this is great." 

"I'm gonna keep on running my fingers over them. Oh, sweetheart, I really 
like it." 

While his fingers kept on sliding over her buttocks, he recognized that she 
was getting that much more agitated. 

"Oh, run your tongue against my ass cheek," she said. "Run it over my left 
cheek, baby. Oh, go ahead and do it. Slide your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, 
baby, do it." 

He slid his tongue forward, projecting it against her left ass cheek. As he 
worked it back and forth, her whole body came alive with an increased state 
of excitement. Her hips were twisting ever so quickly as he sucked her ass 
cheek. 

"Drive your tongue," she said. "Come on and make music with it, baby. Oh, 
darling, come on, sweetheart." 

As her ass cheeks kept on flipping back and forth, he plunged his tongue 
that much more quickly against her buttock. He drove it with greater 
rapidity, and all the while he was pushing her into o an ever greater state 
of excitement. 

 "Okay, move your tongue over toward my right ass cheek," she said.. "Come 
on, baby. Oh, do it. Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, tongue my butt. 
Baby, oh, I really want you to tongue it" 

He moved his tongue over toward her right asscheek. With great enthusiasm he 
put it to work, sliding it spectacularly, plunging it around her buttock. He 
liked the way that her ass cheeks wiggled with such great excitement. He 
liked the smooth, curvaceous lines, and every time that his tongue slid 
against her buttock, his cock tingled that much more. 

"Okay, I guess you've done a good enough job there," she said. "As a 
matter-of- fact, I know you have, baby. You really put me into a state of 
excitement. So, sweetheart, now I want you to suck out my ass. Drive your 
tongue inside my asshole, darling. Ob, baby, I want you to suck my ass. I 
want you to run your tongue inside my asshole." 

He slid his tongue up between her ass cheeks. She positioned her body 
properly, tilting her ass in just the right fashion. 

"Oh, eat out my asshole," she said. "I've got a cute butt, darling. You know 
I do. Everybody says I do. So come on, baby. Oh, honey, suck ass. Come on, 
baby, oh, eat out my asshole." 

He slid his tongue forward, permitting it to penetrate for the first time 
inside her anal passage. As she wiggled her body. he reached out and grabbed 
her buttocks. He held onto her ass cheeks ever so tightly, firmly holding on 
while his tongue kept on asserting itself vigorously inside her anus. 

"Oh, baby, suck out my ass," she called out passionately. "Drive your 
tongue, baby. Oh, keep sliding it inside me. Sweetheart, oh, I love the way 
you're working it Oh, eat out my hot ass. Suck it, darling. Oh, baby, come 
on and suck my asshole. Oh, sweetie, you're good with your tongue." 

While he kept on sharply penetrating with his tongue, Jim moved his fingers 
that much more quickly against her buttocks. He began to clutch ever so 
sharply, hanging on diligently, his fingers Working back and forth as he 
sucked out her anus. 

"Oh, baby, crane on and suck me," she said. "You're really doing it, 
sweetie. Oh, darling, come on and suck out my ass. Suck it, sweetheart. Oh, 
honey, I love it." 

As her body kept twisting and tilting back and forth, he continued asserting 
his tongue, driving it at top speed. His fingers kept clutching her ass 
cheeks, holding on ever so sharply, and all the while he knew just how 
closely he was drawing toward climax. The more that Jim thought about it, 
the greater the degree of recognition within him ' became as to just how 
good an ass lovely young Sylvia possessed. From the very first time that he 
had laid eyes on her, the thing that he noticed along with her gorgeous face 
had been her ass. She knew how to wiggle it ever so seductively whenever she 
wanted to, and when she utilized such an approach, she always brought the 
men to her t. But he noticed that she generally reserved occasions for when 
she was ready for sex, or-least was strongly attracted to a man. The first 
time she had done it with him, it had caused him to practically orgasm 
instantaneously. He J remembered how his cock had hardened, and how his 
desire had manifested itself within him. 

"Come on, dearie, and suck my asshole even faster," she called out. "Come 
on, baby, oh, run your tongue inside my hot ass. Sweetheart, oh, let's do 
it. Oh, suck it out of me, sweetheart. Oh, honey, baby, I really dig it. Oh, 
suck, baby, suck out my ass. 

As her ass cheeks kept twisting and turning back and forth, Jim kept on 
applying the squeeze. His fingers clutched ever so slightly, holding on, and 
as he kept on clutching at her, his tongue swept ever so eagerly around 
inside her anus. 



"Ahhh, suck ass," she sighed, "come on, dear. : Oh, suck out my asshole, 
baby. Oh, you fantastic little ass licker. You're a great ass licker, you 
really know how to do it. Keep it going." 

While he sucked out her anus, she reached out and ran her fingers ever so 
briskly through his hair. She liked the fact that he was pushing her ever 
closer to climax. In just a few moments, she! would have to tell him to 
release his tongue from her anus. She wouldn't be able to withstand much j 
more of that type of activity. He had completely immersed himself in the act 
of pleasing her. His tongue had continued to splash inside her anus) and he 
knew just how closely he was drawing her to the point of a brilliant orgasm. 

"Oh, suck it out of me," she sighed, "oh, baby, eat out my ass. Oh, what a 
brilliant tongue you've got. Keep on winding it around, baby. Oh, honey, 
you're groovy." 

A few moments later, as the sweat was beginning to surface under Sylvia's 
armpits, she heaved a deep sigh. 

"Honey, oh, you can cut out the ass licking," she said. "Grind it to a halt, 
baby. Oh, I'm so turned on. This is so beautiful, sweetheart. Oh, do I ever 
love the tongue action. It's so nice, sweetie." 

He removed his tongue from her anus, then looked at her ever so fondly. He 
reached out and fondled her breasts. 

"You drive me wild with that hot ass," he said. "And you know just how to 
twist it." 

"So I've been told," Sylvia laughed. "Let's not focus on that too much 
longer. For one thing, my pussy now is just about to explode. It's like 
Mount Vesuvius, honey. It's just smoldering. Is your tongue ready to tackle 
it?" 

"My tongue's ready to tackle anything you want it to." 

"That's what I like, loyalty," she laughed. "Okay, dear, I want you to reach 
down and finger my mound. Do it nice and gentle. Real soft, baby. Move your 
fingers nice and soft around inside my mound." 

"Okay, baby. I'll do it" 

"Come on, honey," she sighed. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Jim reached oat with his right hand, permitting his finger tips to ease ever 
so smoothly and slowly inside of Sylvia's snatch. 

"Oh, come on, honey," she said, her legs and ass cheeks wiggling with his 
rhythmic finger stabs. "I like it, baby. Oh, I really like the way your 
fingers me going to work. Come on, darling. Oh, plunge them inside my pussy. 
Sweetheart, oh, you should enjoy that." 

"I do. Oh, what a lovely little dew patch you have, sweetheart." 

"It's so nice of you to say. Come on, darling, and really work your fingers. 
Slide them inside my hot mound." 

"Oh, yeah, dear. Oh, sweetheart I'm gonna play with your mound." 

As Jim kept on digging his fingers ever deeper inside his lover's snatch, he 
recognized just how moist she was becoming. He liked touching her moist 
pussy, and as his fingers kept twisting mid grinding inside her snatch, he 
knew that it would only be a question of time before she would insist upon 
having her pussy sucked. His tongue was more than ready for the challenge, 
and he became that much more turned on by the prospect as he kept up his 
steady finger stabs. 

"Work your fingers inside me," he exclaimed. "Come on, dear. Oh, sweetheart, 
come on and work your fingers. Oh, baby, do it. Baby, oh, come on, darling. 
Sweetheart, oh, come on, oh, slide your fingers, baby. Oh, come on and slide 
them." 

As her hips twisted back and forth, Jim kept up his stirring pace. His 
fingers kept coming into blazing contact with her pussy, and all the while 
she was pushing that much closer to climax. 

"Oh, come on, go down on me," she said. "Take your fingers out of my box and 
suck it out. Come on and slide it, honey. Oh, I want your tongue. Come on, 
sweetheart. Oh, pour it inside my mound. 

Baby, oh, come on, honey. You can do it. Oh, suck out my pussy, baby. Suck 
me, sweetheart. Oh, drive your tongue. Sweetie oh, come on and drive it." 

He slipped his tongue inside her box. As he began to wind it back and forth, 
she heaved a loud sigh and flipped her hips ever so appreciatively, enjoying 
the tongue stabs that developed between them. 

"Eat out my box," she said. "You're really stepping up your pace, 
sweetheart. Oh, I like what you're doing. Come on, honey, oh, come on and 
eat out my box. Oh, suck me." 

As Jim's twisting tongue kept on wildly asserting itself, projecting itself 
deeply inside her snatch, she felt that she ought to get him to perform an 
additionally satisfying act. 

"Reach inside me and plunge your finger in my asshole," she exclaimed. "Come 
on, darling. Oh, take your finger and shove it into my ass. Come on, Baby. 
Finger my hot asshole. Oh, baby, I really want you to do it. Oh, come on, 
dear. Plunge your into my hot ass. Sweetheart, oh, I really want you to do 
it. Oh, finger me." 

As her body kept on twisting and turning, alive satisfaction, Jim reached 
out with his left finger. He probed magnificently, plunging his finger high 
into her anus. As always, he was infatuated with her asshole, and just 
sliding his finger inside it was enough to fill him with a great dense of 
esthetic appreciation. And all the while his tongue kept on probing inside 
her mound, pushing Sylvia ever closer to orgasm. 

As Sylvia's body kept wiggling hade and forth, she raised her hips, 
recognizing how close she was drawing. She wanted to supply her lover with 
all die could in the way of sensations as he kept on sucking her. 

"Oh, finger my ass," she add. "Come on, darling. Oh, keep doing it. I'm 
gonna be juicing, baby. I'm getting dose, honey. Oh, keep your tongue 
stabbing. Keep it working, sweetheart; Oh, honey, baby, darling, come on and 
suck it out. Oh, suck my mound. Oh, baby, I'm nice and moist in there and 
you know it I'm getting closer to juicing. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, suck 
me." 

A few satisfying strokes later, Sylvia realized she was on the threshold of 
climax. She heaved a deep sigh. 

"Baby, I'm gushing," she said. "Oh, honey, come on and do it, baby. Yes, 
honey, oh, come on, sweethearts Oh, this is so great, oh, it's so 
satisfying, baby. Yes, sweetheart. Oh, honey, go ahead, sweetheart Oh, 
darling, you're so good. 

Come on, sweetie. Oh, eat out my box. Oh, come on, swallow every drop." 

His tongue kept on working with fervent passion as Jim swallowed the pussy 
droplets that shot from his lover's mound. 

"Come on, eat my box," she said. "Baby, oh, you're really swallowing the 
juices. This is so good, baby. Ahhh, honey, this is great." 

As Jim turned his tongue loose from his lover's pussy, Sylvia looked at him 
and smiled nonchalantly. 

"My passions have been stilled a little, but not ail that much," she told 
him. "I feel like I could juice again. Do you think you could suck my snatch 
one more time?" 

"Why certainly I could." 

"Reach out and play with my pussy. Come on, honey, and bring me into another 
state of wild passion. Then you can go down on my box." 

"That sounds good." 

He reached out and moved his fingers with convincing passion inside her 
snatch. This time he didn't begin as slowly as he had before. He knew that 
he had worked her into a passionate climax before, and that it wouldn't take 
him all that long to toy with her pussy and bring her to another state of 
climax. 

"Oh, yeah, that's really groovy," she nodded. "Baby, oh, you know just the 
right movements to employ. Come on, sweetie. Oh, turn your fingers loose. 
Really plunge them inside my mound. Baby, oh, you're doing it." 

He kept up his finger strokes for a few more seconds, then looked at his 
lover for further instructions. 

"Okay, now you can run your tongue inside my mound," Sylvia said urgently. 
"Come on, dear. Oh, work your tongue. Drive it inside my pussy. I really 
want it, baby, and you can really supply it Oh, honey, come on and work your 
tongue inside my mound. Oh, sweetheart, oh, go ahead and do it. Suck me, 
baby." 

He dropped his head down between her legs. She extended her legs ever so 
willingly, awaiting his first probing tongue stab. 

"Baby, they're wide open," she exclaimed.. "Now I'm all set for your tongue 
stabs. Sweetheart, oh, really pour the hot passions into me. You can do it 
with your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, baby, what exhilaration I'm feeling. Come 
on, sweetie. Oh, darling, come on and eat out my box. Oh, sweetheart, suck 
me." 

As her ass cheeks twisted back and forth, he flipped his tongue around in 
her box. Back and forth he wielded it with great consistency, asserting it 
with passion, sliding his tongue about as it kept on making diligent, rapid 
strides inside her mound. 

"Eat me out," she said. "You've done it once tonight, darling, and that was 
just great. You can do it again, sweetheart. Oh, come on and suck me. 

Oh, baby. Come on, dear. Oh, sweetheart, oh, keep grinding your tongue. Work 
it, baby. Yes, doll, oh, come on and suck me. Drive your tongue, baby. Oh, 
baby, let's do it. Oh, baby." 

As her hips kept wiggling with great resiliency, her lover kept on plunging 
his tongue ever deeper into her mound. He kept winding it back and forth 
inside her hot snatch, and as he drove his tongue, he propelled her that 
much closer to a satisfying orgasm. 

"Okay,. I'm just a few strokes away," she told him. "Come on, honey, and 
while you're sucking me reach out this time and grab my tits. Hang onto 
them, sweetheart Oh, lover, hang on, baby. Grab them, darling, oh, grab my 
hot breasts. Sweetheart, oh, hang onto my tits. Clutch them, sweetheart. Oh, 
that's groovy, lover. Oh, baby, go ahead and move your fingers. Oh, come on, 
baby. Oh, this is nice, yes, darling, oh, it's very nice." A few determined 
strokes later, she was brought to the brink of climax. Sylvia heaved a loud 
sigh. 

"Oh, I'm gushing, oh, I'm there, I'm there, I'm there a second time," she 
said, her body squirming with helplessness. "Suck it all out of me, 
sweetheart. Oh, this is so groovy. Come on, baby, oh, eat out every drop of 
my snatch. Oh, sweetie, baby, oh, what a tongue you've got. What a beautiful 
tongue. That's so good. Oh, it's so nice. You're doing such a job on my 
mound, sweetheart. Oh, just keep your tongue twisting. Oh, come on, baby, 
oh, swallow every drop that spills out of my mound. Baby, oh, honey, lover, 
come on and eat it." 

He released his tongue from his lover's pussy after swallowing the last few 
droplets from her mound. Jim felt pleased over the sucking that he had done 
for her. It gave him a great feeling of satisfaction. Now one thing 
remained. He just had to get his cock off. 

"All right, now I've got to juice," he said. "Just look at this hard-on, 
baby. You know, several times there tiny little droplets of cum started to 
ooze out of the end of my prick. A guy can get so damned excited. There's 
only so much he can take. And I've really pushed myself to the limit." 

"I guess that you have, sweetheart. Oh, baby, okay, I can accommodate you. 
You can fuck my pussy." 

"Oh, baby, thank you," he smiled. "It's such an honor to push my dirty old 
cock inside your sweet, lovely pussy." 

"Come on, honey. You can enter me. Just slide your cock inside me. I'll just 
lie back and spread my legs, then I'll start wiggling my ass. That really 
turns you on, I know it does." 

"I sure wish to hell I could fuck your ass sometime," he laughed. 

"Fat chance," she chuckled. "There's no way I'm gonna let you do that. 
There's no way any man is gonna do that. Once that I climb into bed with a 
man, he's got to know that I'm the one who calls the shots." 

"I know, I know," he nodded. "I understand." 

"So come on, baby. You can plunge your dick inside my pussy." 

"I'll do it, sweetheart." 

"You can start right now. Grind your cock inside my mound. I really want you 
to do it." 

"Oh, yes, dear." 

He reached out and hungrily ran his fingers around his lover's buttocks. He 
clutched firmly at her ass cheeks, and looked down at the precious jewel 
that awaited him, the one that rested between her legs. 

"Come on, baby, just wiggle your ass a little," Jim grinned. "OK, any little 
movement helps. It gets me so turned on. You've got such a beautiful body, 
sweetheart. I really want to stick my dick inside you." 

"You've got the green light. You go ahead any time you want to." 

Jim leaned forward and kissed his lover's lips. He then thrust his darting 
tongue inside her mouth, engaging her in a long, extended French kiss after 
which he removed his tongue. 

"Here we go," he exclaimed. "Oh, honey, the time has arrived. Now I'm gonna 
plunge my dick inside your mound. I'm gonna make great strides inside there, 
baby. I'm gonna really slam my dick into your pussy. Oh, sweetie, this is 
gonna be beautiful. I'm gonna really screw you. Oh, this is gonna be a great 
fuck." 

He slammed his dagger-like spear inside her mound. She could tell from his 
first penetration just how horny he was. She feared that perhaps he would 
explode before even giving himself sufficient opportunity to fuck her. 

"Slow down a little," she cautioned. "You don't want to juice prematurely, 
do you, honey?" 

"No, I don't," Jim said. 

"Then take it a little easier," Sylvia told him. "Come on, honey. Make your 
strokes a little slower. Baby, oh, slide your cock back and forth, but slow 
up your movements. That's it, sweetheart. Oh, pace yourself a little." . 

As Jim slowed up on his cock movements, she kept on flipping her buttocks 
bade and forth, doing everything that she could to accommodate him. 

"Yeah, I like that," he said. "Thank you, baby. That was good advice. Oh, do 
I ever love hammering my dick inside you. Oh, what a nice tight pussy you 
have. You're such a great fuck, baby." 

"Because I keep it tight," she smiled. "Not all that many men have gotten 
inside there. You're one of the privileged few, honey. You remember that as 
you fuck it." 

"Oh, I do. Thank you, darling. Oh, sweetheart, ' this is great. Oh, I've got 
to hammer faster. Can I step up the pace now?" 

"If you wish. I just didn't want you to juice too fast. Come on, honey. Oh, 
you're really hammering it inside my mound. You're giving me a good fuck. 
Keep screwing me, sweetheart. Oh, work your cock, baby. Oh, I like your 
forceful determination. Oh, sweetheart, come on. Oh, keep fucking me." He 
removed his fingers from her darting ass cheeks, then started to run them 
through her hair. He noticed how she was beginning to perspire. Her hair was 
laden with it. As he kept on running his fingers through it, he drove his 
cock forward at a torrid clip, penetrating her mound time and again with his 
hot, brisk efforts. 

"Oh, you're great," she nodded. "Come on, honey. Oh, keep up your fuck. 
Drive your cock, sweetheart. Oh, bring me off, baby. Oh, I'm gonna' juice. 
Yes, oh, I'm so close." 

As his penis kept up its thundering pace, driving sharply inside his lover's 
mound, Sylvia exploited. Her whole body quivered as the juices shot from her 
mound. 

"Oh, I'm there again," she said. "It's so spectacular, honey. Oh, I'm 
juicing. What a feeling. Oh, what a beautiful feeling. This is so groovy. 
Oh, it's great." 

"You're gonna hang on, baby, because I'm going to be there soon enough 
myself," he gasped. 

Jim removed his fingers from Sylvia's hair. He reached out and fondled her 
breasts ever so soothingly. He toyed with her nipples, and all the while he 
kept on fucking her, driving his cock back and forth with rapid-fire 
movements. He kept on stabbing her hot snatch with his dick, and to 
accommodate him she brought her body upward, thrusting her body forward as 
he kept up his hot fucking. 

"Oh, I'm gonna juice," he said. "Sweetheart, oh, the juices are gonna spray. 
They're really gonna spray. Oh, baby, honey, the stuff is gonna shoot out of 
there. Oh, here I go." 

As the orgasmic liquids began to spill from the end of Jim's cock, he 
reached out and plunged his lips against hers. He let his lips freeze 
against Sylvia's, enjoying the dual sensations as the voluminous liquids 
continued to spray from his dick. 

A few moments later he removed his lips from hers, then his cock from her 
mound. 

"This was great," he said. "Do I ever love plunging my cock inside your 
mound." 

"I'll just bet you do. Like I said, my pussy's light and it's gonna stay 
that way." 

"I like your determination," Jim said, rolling over on his. side and looking 
with admiration in the direction of Sylvia. "You're such a determined girl. 
I mean, there's just no way that anybody is ever gonna tell you off. When 
you want to' do something, you do it. And that's it. What drive." I'm the 
kind of a girl who isn't going to let anybody thwart her," Sylvia smiled. 
I'm aiming for the top, and that's exactly where Fn gonna end up." 

"I believe it." 

"But as for right now, dear, I'm gonna have to get some sleep. We've both 
gotten plenty of action. So I'll be seeing you again soon." 

"Whatever you say, baby," Jim said obediently. He got up from the bed and 
began to quickly dress. He knew that when Sylvia laid down the law, it was 
meant to be followed. 

Sometimes it perturbed him a little that everything had to be done on 
Sylvia's terms, but he was the type of man who would accept her wishes and 
refuse to rock the boat. After all, he thought, if he did rode it, then 
maybe their relationship would come to an end. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Several days after Sylvia's intimate session with Jim, he was sent to 
another office. 

A big company shake-up took place, in which Jim was sent to the Des Moines 
office of Jacobson Advertising to serve as assistant manager. In the 
aftermath of that move, plus several others, an enterprising young man of 
thirty-five by the name of Harry Patrick was moved into the position of 
senior account executive, which was made vacant through retirement Hairy 
Patrick took an office right next to Sylvia's, He wanted it expanded, 
however, before he moved it. So for several weeks, he labored in his old 
office several floors below. 

The girls around the office began to immediately' kid Sylvia, telling hear 
what a charming man Harry Patrick was. 

"You're not gonna miss Jim for very long, honey," one of the secretaries 
smiled. "That Patrick is absolute dynamite. He's out of the Clark Gable 
tradition. A real he-man. The kind of man who makes a woman fall back on her 
heels." 

"I've never yet seen the man who could do that to me," she countered 
angrily. 

"You haven't yet seen Harry Patrick, have you?" 

"No, but he won't be any different." 

"How do you know?" 

"Because I have my own goals in life and I'm very sure of myself, thank you. 
He won't have any impact on me that any other man hasn't had. Or any other 
attractive man, at any rate." 

"You'll see," the secretary insisted laughingly. "You're the one who's going 
to see," she replied. "I'm headed for the top in this organization, and no 
man is going to deter me. Any man I involve myself with will be strictly on 
my own terms." Harry Patrick moved into the office amidst a flurry of 
comment. For the first few days everything was unsettled. For one thing, he 
was in a new office, and the other, he was just taking over a department 
which had been slipping in the past few months. Harry's predecessor had been 
in ill health for quite some time, and as a result many of the company's 
affairs were in a state of great flux. 

Sylvia got her first look at Patrick, at which time she had to admit to 
herself that there was a certain inner dynamism about him. He was a handsome 
man with brown hair and alert eyes. He seemed to carry himself with a great 
deal of confidence, and it angered her that so many women seemed to be 
falling all over him. Through it all, he seemed to take it casually, too 
much so, Sylvia thought. She told herself that under no circumstances would 
she ever reduce herself to the position of a fawning young girl, like so 
many of the secretaries and even a few of the female executives had been 
doing as they approached Harry Patrick. 

One afternoon, as Harry was engaged in a meeting Sylvia walked into his 
office, deciding that she needed an extra pencil. It had been her custom to 
walk inside Jim's office whenever she felt the desire. She wasn't intending 
to break up the meeting, just to help herself to several pencils. 

As she readied into the desk where the pencils were kept, Harry darted his 
eyes toward her. A frown surfaced on his face. 

"Just what are you doing, Miss Desmond?" he began, challenging her with his 
tone of voice. "I'm getting a few pencils out of here." 

"I happen to be involved in an inter-department conference right now." 

"Certainly. I wouldn't think of disturbing you." 

"You already have disturbed me," Harry Patrick snarled. "Now, please, leave, 
Miss Desmond, as quickly as possible." 

"I was planning to, Mr. Patrick," die snarled bade, closing the door hard 
behind her and walking back to her office. 

For the remainder of the afternoon, Sylvia remained in a rattled condition. 
She wasn't used to having anyone talk to her in that fashion, particularly a 
man. In her eyes, she had done nothing wrong. All she had done was to walk 
into his office for purposes of taking a few pencils from a desk that was 
full of them. 

As the work day came to an end, she heard a knock at the door to her office. 

"Who is it?" 

"Harry Patrick." 

"What do you want?" 

"To talk to you for a moment." 

"Come in." 

Harry Patrick entered the room, eyeing her carefully. She couldn't help 
being favorably impressed by his height. He exuded a captivating presence at 
six three, and as he stared at her, she could easily see why no many women 
had been intimated by Harry Patrick. But she told herself that she was not 
about to become one of them. 

"You may sit down if you wish," she said. 

"I don't need toe I just wanted to communicate something to you very 
briefly." 

"Well, communicate it. I hope it's an apology over the rude way that you 
acted this afternoon." 

"Quite the contrary. If anybody owes an apology, it's you." 

"That's incredible," she raised her voice. "All I did was walk into your 
office. I wasn't going to do anymore than take those pencils. I wasn't even 
going to talk to you. And you had to blow your stack." 

"I didn't blow my stack," he corrected, "and raising your voice isn't going 
to make your point any better. Remember that." 

"I don't have to be told what to say or the volume in which to say it by 
you, Harry Patrick. You can please continue now." 

"Thank you. At any rate, Miss Desmond, my point is that you disrupted my 
train of thought. When somebody just walks into an office like that, they 
can't help but do that to a person. And by disrupting my train of thought, 
that put me in a disadvantageous position. I was just developing a very good 
point. Then I had to pause. And, of course, when we had that little 
argument, that really threw things into a turmoil. It took about fifteen 
minutes to bring the other people back into what was happening at the 
moment. And you did all that. You're a very spoiled young woman, Miss 
Desmond. Just because you happen to have a very fetching behind and a 
gorgeous face doesn't mean that you should be entitled to any additional 
privileges." 

"I've never been trying to capitalize on my looks. Or my figure." 

"Like hell you haven't I know you gals. You talk a lot of women's lib. You 
talk about it like it's something you believe. Then you go ahead and 
practice something completely different. You do your best to entice a guy to 
gain an advantage. Then when he reacts in that manner, doing exactly what 
you want him to do, you call him a male chauvinist pig. I know your type. 
You've got a chip on your shoulder. I don't like it. If you want to come in 
my office, you either come in when there's nobody there or you check with me 
in advance." 

"I've got news for you. I wouldn't come into your office again no matter how 
much anybody paid me. Furthermore,! wouldn't even want to talk to yon again. 
Now if you please, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave my office." 

"You're a very spoiled young woman," Harry grinned. 

"I don't need you to evaluate me. You're a very egotistical man. One who 
thinks that the entire world owes him a living. Now please leave." 

"If you wish" Harry laughed. "I guess the truth does hurt." 

As Harry Patrick closed the door behind him, an angered Sylvia Desmond 
reached out and broke off the end of a pencil. 

"The son-of-a-bitch," she growled, gnashing hear teeth as she spoke. 

Sylvia made it a point not to even look Harry Patrick's way for the next 
week or so. When he would see her in the corridor, he would call out to her 
and say hello in a friendly fashion. She would turn her head angrily and 
walk away. 

One afternoon both of them remained late. Harry was preparing his agenda for 
a meeting the following day, while Sylvia was working on some illustrations. 
When Harry finished with his work, he decided to extend the olive branch to 
the gorgeous blonde who occupied the office next door to his own. 

He got up from his chair, walked toward the door. He decided to burst in on 
Sylvia without knocking. If he had done anything but that, he was certain 
she would have told him to go away. 

As Sylvia Observed the door opening, she looked up startledly into Harry 
Patrick's smiling face. 

"What are you doing here?" she snapped. "You said you didn't want me inside 
your office without advance notice. Well, toe same goes here." 

"Except for one difference. This is after hours. I had the feeling that 
maybe the old rules could be relaxed." 

"Not where you're concerned," she shook her head stubbornly. 

"How much longer are you going to work?" 

"That is none of your business." 

"I just wanted to invite you into my office for a little drink." 

"Oh, my. You mean the hard-working senior account executive actually keeps a 
bottle?" 

"No question about it. Usually for after hours. So how about it? I'd like to 
smoke the peace pipe with you." 

"I'm not interested." 

"You know, you're not only a spoiled broad. You're also stubborn. Stubborn 
and dogmatic. For a girl who has a good education and is very bright in a 
number of respects, you sure can act dumb." 

"Oh, so now I'm dumb," die exploded. "Tell me something. If I'm spoiled, 
rude, and dumb, just why do you want to have anything to do with me at j aHr 

"Those are some of the weaknesses. There are also a number of strengths. You 
know, I do like the way you stand up for yourself when you think that you've 
been wronged. It's just that your values are r off. I do wish you'd come in 
though. You could use a drink. Anybody as rattled as you needs to relax." 

"You're not my keeper, Hairy Patrick." 

"Come on now. Just call me plain Harry. That's all I want to be called." 

"I see. So now you're going into the just-plain-folks routine. I didn't know 
you had that much humanity in you." 

"Now you're hitting below the belt." 

"And what were you doing with me? Telling me that I'm spoiled, that I'm 
stubborn." 

"That's different. I was talking in a more balanced context," Harry laughed. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Harry Patrick wasn't about to take no for an answer. 

"Just get out of my office," an enraged Sylvia exclaimed, "Very well." 

He shut the door behind him, then immediately strode back into his own 
office. But he would soon be returning. He reached into a drawer, removing a 
full bottle of Jim Beam. He picked up two glasses, holding them in his right 
hand while he held the bottle in his left. As he neared the door, he placed 
the bottle under his arm, so that he could open it. 

A few seconds later, just as Sylvia was getting ready to leave, as she stood 
beside her desk, the door to her office opened one more time. 

Harry turned and faced her, smiling broadly as he held the bottle high in 
his left hand. 

"There you are," he said. "That's my peace overture: You can use a drink. 
Anybody as frustrated as you needs one." 

"How dare you say that I'm frustrated." 

"Anybody that yells that loud is either doing one of two things. Practicing 
for a hog-calling contest, or else demonstrating anger. Now I'm sure you're 
not a hog caller, so you're angry." 

Sylvia shook her head with frustration. She was unable to penetrate Harry's 
defenses. It bothered her. Generally whenever she wanted to put a man down, 
she could do so in terms so completely certain as to leave the man fumbling 
for an answer, and, on certain occasions, on the verge of tears. But she had 
been totally unsuccessful with Harry Every time that she had furnished him 
with an answer, he had calmly come back with one of his own. She had raised 
her voice on a number of occasions, whereas Harry had kept his cool 
throughout. 

He calmly opened the bottle, then poured some of its contents into a glass, 
which he placed on Sylvia's desk. 

"That's hardly a bar," she said after a long pause. 

"I know. I guess it'll have to serve the purpose for the moment, though. Why 
don't you relax and sit down. You know, you do lode very beautiful. But I 
must say you'd look even nicer if you'd wipe that scowl off your face." 

Totally taken aback by his manner, Sylvia swallowed hard. She walked on 
unsteady legs toward her desk, totally stunned by everything that was 
happening. She sat down in her swivel chair, then stared at Harry, who was 
finishing pouring a drink for himself. He picked up one of the glasses and 
handed it to her. 

"Here you are," he said. "Drink up. Here's to your health." 

As he hoisted the glass, die did the same. Sylvia could hardly believe it 
Harry had somehow managed to still her anger. 

They drank for several minutes. Harry began to tell Sylvia about all of his 
responsibilities, and how he met them in his drive toward the higher 
echelons of the corporate establishment. After she was beginning to fed good 
from digesting several allots of bourbon, Harry looked at her and smiled. 

"Now you're acting like a good girl," he said. "In fact, you're such a good 
girl that I'm going to take you to dinner." 

"Wait a minute. I have plans." 

"You do?" 

"Yes." 

"Why don't you break them?" 

"A girl friend and I were supposed to meet for drinks and dinner." 

"Just tell her that an old boyfriend dropped in from out of town. 
Unexpectedly, you know." 

"You just don't like to take no for an answer, do you?" 

"Not really. Especially when a beautiful and interesting young woman happens 
to be the object of my affections." 

She shook her head, then picked up her telephone. She called her friend, 
feeling terrible over canceling at the last moment, but very much taken 
aback by Harry's charms. 

The dined at a French restaurant several Mocks away from the office. They 
then climbed into Harry's Mercedes. It was her fervent belief that he would 
be driving her home. 

"I suggest we go over to my place for a nightcap," he smiled. "It's really 
not far from here." 

"You certainly do take things for granted." 

"I'd like to show you my etchings," he laughed. "Actually it's a beautiful 
apartment You'd See to wee it I know you would. Every woman I ever taken up 
there has been impressed, and most of them haven't been nearly as artistic 
as you. Being such an artistic girl, you could appreciate it. It overlooks 
Central Park. It's in the mid Sixties. You know where that is." 

"Yes, but I should be getting home. I've got a long day ahead of me 
tomorrow." 

"Then that's all the more reason why you need to relax a little. You know, 
that'll do you as much good as sleep." 

"Says who?" 

"Me," he laughed, starting up the car and driving into the midst of heavy 
Manhattan traffic. 

"Just what are your credentials as a doctor?" 

"I don't have to be a doctor tube aware of certain little facts. Just relax, 
my dear. You'll enjoy it" Harry's apartment turned out to be every bit as 
breathtaking as he had said. He also proved to be correct in his analysis of 
Sylvia's response. Being artistic, she very much enjoyed observing first the 
furnishing, then the view out the huge picture window of Central Park below. 

"This is a lovely view," she said. "Let me commend you on your good taste." 

"Thank you. I think I have very good taste. Particularly in women." 

At that point Harry walked over toward the wet bar, pouring a glass of wine 
for his guest, then one for himself. As she sat in a comfortable easy chair, 
looking out at Central Park and the sprawling city of New York which stood 
some forty stories below, he turned on his stereo phonograph. He put on a 
Beethoven symphony. 

"You have very good taste in music," she said. "I'm quite a lover of 
Beethoven's." 

"And I'm quite a lover of beautiful young women." 

"Please, don't come on so strong. I'm not accustomed to that." 

"Perhaps some of the men you've been dealing with have been overawed by you. 
I'm the kind of man who is never overawed by anyone or anything. Actually, 
it's terrible when anybody feds that kind of awe. It ruins their whole 
perspective." 

"You are an incredible man. I don't know quite what to make of you, to be 
perfectly honest." 

"I know what to make of you. You're so gorgeous, and you want a man. You 
don't have anybody right now." 

"How would you know that?" 

"I'm a detective. I'm great at picking up on people's instincts. I've picked 
up beautifully on yours, honey. Just drink your wine and we'll talk some 
more." 

As she sipped her wine, Sylvia thought back to what her friend the secretary 
had told her. She had said that Sylvia would be swept off of her feet by 
Harry if she gave herself half a chance. Now it was happening in precisely 
that way. She was being swept off of her feet, and furthermore, she was 
having a great deal of difficulty doing something about it. 

As they finished sipping the wine, Harry walked over toward his lovely 
blonde, guest. He leaned forward, dropping his head and puckering up his 
lips. ' 

"It's about time that I kissed you," he said. 

Ever so assertively, he ran his fingers through her hair mid let his lips 
plunge against hers. He landed with decisive impact, and as his lips kept on 
planting themselves ever so securely against hers, he could feel the pangs 
of anxiety mounting within him. His code extended itself inside his shorts, 
and he knew that soon he would have to get off his rocks. 

When he removed his lips from hers, he readied out and grabbed her hands. He 
field bar ever so gently. 

"Come on, my dear, the bedroom's over here," he said. 

"But I don't know you that well." 

"That's all the more reason why we should go to the bedroom right now. It's 
time for us to get better acquainted. Time's wasting, honey. Life's so 
short. It really is." 

"Yes, but you're rushing things much too fast." "Not at all, honey. Let's 
go." 

They walked briskly into the bedroom. Sylvia's heart began to flutter. She 
knew that she was being carried away under Harry's spell, and she felt 
powerless to do anything to prevent herself from totally falling from the 
cliff she was on. 

He threw his arms around her, pulling her to him as he slid into bed with 
her. 

"Baby, I really do want you," he said. "Oh, honey, I'm gonna start out by 
slipping my tongue inside your mouth." 

When Harry deposited, his tongue inside of her mouth, he flipped it back and 
forth, enjoying the penetrating stabs. He slid his tongue ever so 
resourcefully and effectively against hers. At first she was reluctant to 
reciprocate, but before he knew it the tongues were darting against each 
other. At that point Harry recognized that he had overturned a formidable 
obstacle. His gorgeous lover was enjoying the proceedings as much as he was. 

Harry removed his tongue from Sylvia's mouth. He then released his arms from 
her body. 

"Honey, let's start undressing," Harry said as he jumped to his feet. 

Sylvia watched as Harry quickly undid his shirt. He removed the buttons, 
then slid it off. When he removed his T-shirt, he showed her his lean, 
rippling muscles. Her heart pounded more relentlessly than ever, and Sylvia 
felt that it was time indeed for her to undress as well. 

She unbuttoned her dress with several quick motions, then slid luxuriously 
out of it to recline for several moments in her panties and bra. 

"Oh, honey, do you look gorgeous," he said; "Come on, baby, finish the job. 
I've got to see you totally nude." 

Once that he slid out of his shorts and showed Sylvia his hard cock, she 
felt more eager than ever to remove her panties mid bra. First she undid the 
bra, and after that, aim reached down and tugged at her panties, putting 
them off of her. 

"Oh, baby, I want you," he said, "You've got such a gorgeous ass. Oh, 
damned, wiggle your butt for me." 

Harry smiled as Sylvia quickly complied. As she lay there on the bed, she 
flipped her hips back and forth, showing him her well-formed ass cheeks. He 
reached out and jerked up and. down on his penis, moving his fingers over it 
resourcefully as he watched her movements. 

"Ahhh, keep twisting your butt," he said. "That I really love, honey. Oh, I 
like your movements. Come on, baby. Oh, keep moving your hot ass. This is so 
nice. Oh, I like what you're doing. I like the movements, baby. Yes, indeed 
honey. Oh, you're so good. Oh, I like your ass: I think it's beautiful. Ah, 
sweetheart, come on and move your ass cheeks around." 

She kept on swinging her buttocks back and forth. Never before had Sylvia 
felt the degree of pride she did in her body as she felt at that moment. She 
liked very much the fact that Harry was that enthralled by her. 

"I'm gonna reach out and squeeze your gorgeous cheeks," Harry said, removing 
his fingers from his hard penis and sliding his body into bed next to 
Sylvia. "You're damned right honey." 

Before Harry commenced his announced activity, however, he leaned forward 
and slipped his tongue inside her right ear. He wiggled his tongue with 
great conviction, sliding it around inside her ear, and as he did her body 
wiggled. 

"Oh, baby, that I love," she said. "Honey, oh, you really know how to turn 
me on." 

"Of course I do," he said. "When I climb in bed with a woman, I completely 
take charge." 

Even though Sylvia was listening to talk that was totally alien to her, she 
did not say one word to correct him in his impression. She knew that she was 
being dominated by this handsome senior account executive, but she did not 
seem to mind it If any other man had tried to assert himself in the same 
manner, she would have successfully fought him off long before. But this was 
different There was something about Harry, a certain mystique, a certain 
power that she couldn't help but be impressed by. 

"Okay, honey, now to squeeze your beautiful cheeks," he laughed, removing 
his tongue from her ear. 

As Harry reached out and grabbed her buttocks, he felt tingles of sensation 
in his penis. He liked the fact that her beautiful buttocks were so firm and 
warm to touch. He held onto them, running his fingers against them sharply, 
and as he did so he enjoyed every measure of satisfaction that he was able 
to obtain. 

"Do I love touching your ass cheeks," he said. "I really do dig it, baby. 
Oh, this I like. I love these sensations. Oh, I love running my fingers over 
your hot buttocks. Oh, darling, this I really love." Harry fingered her hot 
ass cheeks for a few moments more, then released his fingers from them. He 
let them trail down to her thighs, which he clutched ever so tenaciously. As 
he held onto them ever so firmly, he got set to assert his tongue. 

"Okay, now it's time for me to do a little tongue work," he said. "I'm gonna 
slip my tongue inside your asshole. You've got such a hot butt, baby, and I 
want to do something about it. I want to suck out your asshole. That's what 
I'm gonna do." 

" "You're one of many who've been attracted to my asshole." 

"I'll just bet. Well, before I'm through, I'm gonna do a lot more with this 
ass than you ever dreamed possible." 

"You certainly are sure of yourself." 

"It's my cock that's sure of itself, honey. The rest of me just answers its 
command. Get ready, dear, I'm gonna thrust my hot, twisting tongue inside 
your ass. I'm gonna really stab your asshole. I'm gonna give you some 
beautiful movement." 

He moved his tongue forward, allowing it to penetrate for the first time 
inside of her anus. He wiggled his tongue ever so magnificently, driving it 
with great diligence, flipping it back and forth inside her hot ass. As 
Harry undertook his sucking movements, driving his tongue ever so 
conscientiously into her asshole, her whole body swayed with his systematic 
movements. 

"Oh, darling, you're such a great ass suck" die said. "Baby, oh, come on and 
suck out my asshole. Ob, you're driving me wild, sweetheart. Oh, I like the 
movements." 

While Harry continued to undertake the swift asshole movements, his fingers 
trailed up and down her legs. They started out at her thighs, then worked 
all the way down to her ankles. 

"Oh, your finger movements are great," she said. "Darling oh, I like the way 
you're pressing your fingers against my flesh. You're really turning me on. 
Oh, you're fantastic." 

Harry kept up his steady activity. He knew that he had things well under 
control. He had been confident from the very beginning, even the very point 
at which Sylvia had ordered him out of her office. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The faster that Harry worked his tongue inside Sylvia's asshole, the more 
eager he became to tackle her pussy. 

As he kept on winding his tongue around inside her, she blurted out one 
request 

"Oh, start fingering my snatch," she skid. "Baby, oh, you've got to finger 
it. I'm getting so turned on. Ahhh, I'm so aroused. Your tongue is doing 
such a beautiful job on my ass. Oh, stab it all the way into my rectum. 
Baby, oh, come on and suck ass, darling." 

As Harry kept up his vigorous pace, he reached out with his left hand. He 
curled his fingers, allowing them to find their way inside her box. At first 
he tickled her snowy white pussy hair, and as he did, she begged for more. 

"Oh, you're really tantalizing me," she said. "You're really moving your 
fingers over my snatch hairs, baby. Oh, I like what you're doing. I like 
your type of action. Oh, honey-" 

He then allowed his fingers to slide inside of her mound. Back and forth he 
worked them, employing them with quick, decisive movements, thrusting them 
deep inside her hot mound. 

"Oh, slide your fingers," she said. "I love it, baby. Oh, honey, I'm getting 
so close. Yes, oh, you're turning on my pussy. You're turning on my asshole. 
I like the way you're working me into a frenzy with your tongue." 

He finally decided that the time had arrived to remove his tongue from his 
lover's antis. As her body kept on trembling, he knew he had her Exactly 
where he wanted her. She was vulnerable, ready to have her pussy sucked. 

"Okay, I'm gonna eat out your snatch right now," he told her. "Just get set, 
sweetie. Oh, am I ever gonna plunge my tongue inside your mound. I'm really 
gonna slip it, baby. I'm gonna slide it' real nice." 

"You really know what you want." 

"Here we go, baby. Just wait. Your love tunnel isn't gonna be the same 
again." 

"Oh, darling, you really do want to suck me, don't you?" 

"Of course I do. I love diving on beautiful muffs. If the woman's gorgeous 
and has a beautiful body, then I can hardly wait to suck her. That's what 
I'm gonna do with you, honey. I'm gonna suck your hot mound. I'm gonna bring 
every drop of your pussy juices out of you. I'm gonna eat you, honey. Eat 
your hot mound." 

He readied out and slid his fingers up and down her legs. As they worked 
ever so freely, he slid his tongue inside her pussy. He darted it back and 
forth, allowing it to slide ever so tenuously against her mound. 

"Oh, eat out my box," she said. "Come on, darling. Ahhh, you're really 
driving your tongue. Come on, baby. Oh, penetrate inside my mound. 
Sweetheart, oh, come on and slide it. Oh, suck my pussy. Come on, baby. Oh, 
you can do it even faster." 

Harry wasn't about to veer from the pace he wanted to establish. He began by 
sucking ever so slowly, moving his tongue in slow motion, slowly but most 
certainly, making sure that he covered every crevice of her snatch. 

"Oh, come on and eat me," she said. "You can pick up the pace any time you 
want to, sweetheart. Oh, I like it. I like the way you're coming at me. Oh, 
you know how to suck. You really know how to get to me. Come on and drive 
your dong, baby. Oh, you're so good." 

As he continued his sucking pace, he gradually picked up the tempo. Soon he 
began to suck more quickly, and finally he commenced working his tongue as 
quickly as he knew how, stabbing back and forth, propelling himself ever so 
vigorously as he darted his tongue around inside her mound. 

"Eat out my box," she sighed. "Oh, baby, what a thrill. Can you ever work 
your tongue. Oh, I know why now that you started so slow. You wanted to work 
it gradually. Oh, now you've got me right where you want me. Oh, bring me 
off, sweetheart. Oh, slide your tongue. Come on, baby. Oh, drive it for 
everything you're worth." 

Every now and then Harry would allow his fingers to clutch and stab at her 
ass cheeks. But for the most part he continued his steady finger pace, 
driving his fingers up and down her legs. He would clutch at her ankles, 
then move his fingers upward toward her thighs. He kept on sucking, driving 
his tongue forward in a rapid clip, moving it ever so swiftly as he 
propelled it inside her mound. 

"Oh, baby, suck me out," she said. "Darling, oh, come cm and drive your 
tongue, baby. Oh, you're really getting to me. Oh, suck, suck, do it as fast 
as you know how." 

A few strokes later; the juices were set to shoot from her pussy. She 
wiggled her hips, then heaved a loud sigh. 

"Oh, this is it," she said. "The big moment's here, baby. Oh, the juices are 
really shooting. Sweetheart, oh, honey, this is great. Oh, I'm shooting. 
Come on, sweetheart. Oh, suck out my mound. Oh, suck it, baby." 

Her heart continued to pound relentlessly as Sylvia watched Harry go after 
every drop of juice from her snatch. She kept on flipping her hips ever so 
vigorously, heaving sighs of relief as he continued his sucking, driving his 
tongue at a rapid-fire clip as he swallowed every droplet of her juice. 

"Oh, baby, that was good," she nodded. "Sweetheart, oh, I really loved it. 
Oh, baby, you really sucked me." 

As Harry removed his tongue from her mound, he looked down at his penis. 

"Now it's time to go on to other matters," he said. 

"Get back to my pussy, baby. Suck it again. I'm ready to go a second time." 

"I've got something else in mind. I want you to reach out and grab my cock." 

"Sure, I was gonna jerk you to climax, but I want you to eat me again." 

"I ate you, so it's time for you to eat me. You can play with my cock, 
really get me excited, and then go down on my prick." 

"Hold on a second," Sylvia exclaimed. "Look, you sucked me to climax. So I 
was planning on jerking you off." 

"Are you kidding? After I ate you out? Now it's your turn to eat me out." 

"I've never sucked a man's cock," Sylvia said, her face reddening with 
anger. "Just what makes you think you're any different?" 

"You've never sucked a cock?" 

"That's right." 

"That's disgraceful. I'm surprised you're even willing to admit it" 

"I let you eat my beautiful box. So now I'll jerk you off. That's the best 
you're gonna get from me." 

"Come on now. You're capable of a lot better than that" 

"I don't know you well enough to go any further." 

"According to my logic, baby, if I was good enough to slip my tongue in your 
slit then I'm good enough to eat. You'll love sucking my cock. Now just 
reach out and grab my prick. Just play with it." 

"As I said, I've never done this before." 

"Then there's really no better time to Start than now," he laughed. "Just 
reach out, baby, with both hands. Run your fingers over my peter, dear. Just 
move them up and down my long stick. You're gonna enjoy it, baby. Come on 
now, honey. We're gonna make some more beautiful love together. Sweetheart, 
have I disappointed you yet?" 

"No, but you've certainly made me angry. Like suggesting that I suck your 
cock." 

"You shouldn't be knocking something you haven't had the nerve to try." 

"It isn't a question of nerve. It's a question of respect and dignity." 

"Oh, so now the chickens are coming home to roost," Harry laughed loudly. 
"You're one of these women who subscribes to the opinion that a man's cock 
is something dirty. Is that right?" 

"For sucking purposes, I sure as hell think that it is." 

"You know, you're a female chauvinist," he chuckled. 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"Just this. It's all right for a guy to suck your cunt. As-a matter-of-fact, 
you're all for that. But when it comes to sucking a man's prick, then 
there's no equality. Not at all. You women are being a little hypocritical 
if you ask for equality on the one hand, and then deny it exists on the 
other" 

"But that's something different." 

"I don't think that's different at all, baby. Now just reach out and play 
with my prick. Just run your fingers over the tip of it. You were gonna do 
that anyway. We'll just progress on from there. Play with my cock. Come on, 
honey." 

Sylvia found herself tired of argument. She reached out with both hands, 
allowing her fingers to fondle the very tip of Harry's cock. 

"That's it," he nodded. "Bun your fingers over the tip of my dick. Baby, ah, 
I like that. Come on, honey. Slide your fingers over it. Ah, sweetheart. 
That's good. I like it. Oh, come on, move your fingers. Oh, move them real 
nice. Move them over the tip of my code." 

As his hips flipped back and forth, Harry smiled, enjoying the movements 
that she was putting into motion in the form of her finger efforts. 

"Yeah, I like that," he told her. "Come on, baby. Oh, slide your fingers 
over my cock. Now you can start moving them up and down the full length. Go 
ahead, honey. You started at the tip. That was fine. 

Now I want you to run your fingers up and down my long, bulging phallus. 
Let's do it, honey." Without questioning a solitary word of Harry's command, 
she reached down and slid her fingers up and down the full length of his 
pecker. Bade and forth she slid her fingers, asserting herself convincingly, 
stabbing ever so freely. 

"That's nice," he nodded. "Oh, sweetheart. Now you're really going to work. 
I like your movements. Oh, baby. That's really groovy. Come on and finger my 
cock. Sweetheart, oh, I like the movements. Oh, come on and finger it. Oh, 
baby, that's good. That's beautiful. That's real nice. Oh, faster. Now you 
can start plunging your fingers a little quicker. Oh, drive them against my 
dick." 

He nodded, enjoying the movements that she supplied as she worked her 
fingers up and down the full length of his long, nervous rod. He could feel 
himself moving ever closer to climax. His balls began to enlarge with great 
anticipation as he readied himself for the big moment at which the juices 
would spray from the end of his torrid dick. 

"Okay, now you can start fingering my balls," he said. "That'll feel real 
nice. Come on, baby. Oh, you can really start your fingers to work. Come on, 
sweetie. Oh, that's it." 

Ever so obediently, Sylvia allowed her fingers to find the mark. They 
rotated ever so quickly against his balls. He loved the manner in which she 
was touching them. Every time that her fingers scraped against the warm 
surface of his testicles, he felt that much happier. 

"Okay, work your fingers a little slower," Harry said. "You can slow down 
just a little bit, dear. Let's make it real nice. Slow down, honey. Oh, 
yeah, slow up for me, sweetheart. Ahhh, this is good. Come on, sweetie. Oh, 
nice and slow." 

She brought her efforts almost to a half, then began concentrating on 
slower, more involved movements. Harry's whole body rocked in responsive 
appreciation to her movements. 

"Ah, now you're really getting the hang of it," he said. "By the time you're 
through, you're really gonna be something else, sweetheart. I'm teaching you 
everything I know." 

"I guess I should appreciate that," she laughed. "Sure you should. Come on, 
baby. Oh, work your fingers. All right, honey, you can start sliding them a 
little faster now. That's it. Oh, step up the pace just a little. Let's 
really start working. Oh, honey. I like what you're doing. Come on, 
sweetheart. Oh, plunge your fingers, sweetheart. Oh, let's do it, baby." 

Harry began to pant ever so noticeably as his lover Sylvia began to assert 
her fingers at an ever quickening pace. Back and forth she slid them against 
his hot balls, and all the white he felt that much more in the way of 
satisfaction. 

"Ahhh, finger me," he said. "Step it up, baby. Give it all you've got. Play 
with my balls. Move your fingers as fast as you can. Oh, faster. Come on, 
even faster. Oh, do it, baby. That's nice. Oh, those are groovy movements. 
You're very good. Keep on sliding your fingers, sweetheart." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

As Harry got more warmed up, he decided it was time to begin demanding more. 

"Kiss my cock," he urged. "Come on, honey. Kiss it." 

As Sylvia continued to massage her lover's balls, she leaned forward and 
kissed the tip of his penis. Her heart kept on palpitating, and she was 
barely aware of where she was and what she was doing. He had cast a totally 
hypnotic spell over her. 

"That's it, darling," Harry nodded approvingly. "Come on, baby, kiss it 
again. Come on, sweetheart. Kiss my prick." 

She kissed his cock a second time, continuing to massage his testicles. 

"That's the girl," he said. "One more time. The third time's the charm, 
baby. Come on and kiss my hot dick. You'll love it, honey." 

She kissed his peter a third time, and as she brought her lips up from it, 
she looked toward Harry for further advice. 

"Okay, baby, I want you to start sliding your tongue over the tip of my 
cock," he said. "Come on, sweetie. Run your tongue over it. Darling, oh, I 
want you to tongue my dick. Keep running your fingers over my balls, 
sweetheart. Oh, baby, go ahead." By that point in time, Sylvia had decided 
that it was futile to argue with her lover. On top of that, she would really 
hot have wanted to. She was prepared to accept anything that he saw fit for 
her to do. 

"Run your tongue," he exclaimed. "Come on, baby, oh, slide it real smooth. 
Come on, this is your first cock to suck, and that makes it important. Run 
your tongue over it, baby. Oh, darling, let's make beautiful love together." 

As his legs twisted with developing passion, she ran her tongue over the tip 
of his penis. 

"Start sliding it up and down my rod." Harry encouraged. "Come on, baby. All 
you've got to do is listen to your lover Harry. I want you to give me some 
beautiful action, baby. Come on, darling, eat out my prick. Keep playing 
with my balls. Run your fingers over them. You can move them a little more 
swiftly, honey. Oh, yes, I want you to do that." 

Back and forth she circulated her fingers over his testicles. While that 
happened, she kept maneuvering her tongue, up and down the long surface of 
his phallus. As her head bobbed up and down, she kept on working her tongue, 
driving it with great determination. As the tongue efforts continued, Harry 
felt that much more alive. He wanted to be propelled all the way to a 
beautiful climax, one in which the thick, white cream would shoot 
voluminously from the end of his long spear. 

"Oh, baby, come on, suck me out," he exclaimed. "Really turn on the coal, 
sweetheart. Oh, 'keep playing with my balls. Keep working your fingers over 
them. Keep running your tongue over my dick. Slide your tongue beautifully, 
baby. Oh, honey, I really want you to do it" 

As she kept on working her fingers against his balls, she bobbed her head up 
and down, putting, everything she could into her hot sucks. She drove her 
tongue at top speed, working into the tempo of the moment. 

"That's the way to do it," he smiled approvingly. "Come on, baby. Work your 
tongue up and down. Oh, honey, this I really dig. I love it, sweetheart. Ah, 
you're gonna eat out my prick. Ob, sure, darling, you're gonna swallow my 
hot cream. Oh, baby, come on, honey. Eat my prick, darling. Oh, come on and 
suck me off, baby. Yes, drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, come on and work 
it." 

As she kept on sliding her tongue up and down his long rigid pole, Harry 
reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He loved touching her 
hair, and finally he clutched her head. He wanted to force her over his 
penis, to assume total command as he moved ever closer to the point of an 
exhilarating climax. 

"Oh, sweetheart, suck me out," he sighed. "Baby, oh, darling, come on and 
work your tongue. Oh, work it beautifully, baby. Oh, suck me off, darling. 
Ob, honey, baby, suck it. Oh, come on and suck it. Sweetheart, oh, come on, 
eat my prick. Oh, you're pushing me closer. I'm getting closer, baby. Oh, 
drive your tongue. Come on, honey. Oh, work me toward a beautiful climax." 

Harry began to puff and gasp as he moved that much closer to the point of 
climax. His lover kept on sweeping her tongue up and down his long prick. 
She worked him ever closer to a brisk climax, and as he pushed ever nearer 
to the big moment, he became more overjoyed. Ho loved the fact that he had 
dominated her in every phase of their fucking activity; It had been Harry 
who had forced her against her wishes to suck a cock for the first time. But 
now he was receiving the ultimate pleasure, basking in his triumph of the 
moment as die kept on working her tongue up and down at a frenzied clip, 
driving herself at top speed as she sucked tm his long cock. 

"Bring me off," he said impatiently. "Just keep working your tongue, 
darling. Oh, I like the way you're sucking me. Come on, honey, oh, I like 
your steady tongue movements. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, suck it off, darling. 
Yes, honey, oh, drive your tongue. Baby, oh, work it." 

As she worked ever so tenaciously, driving her tongue up and down his long 
pole, he realized just how close he had come to the big moment. 

"Oh, honey, come on, oh, I'm gonna juice," he said. "Get set, sweetheart. 
Oh, baby, come on and eat it. Oh, here comes the juices. Ohhh, ahhh, I'm 
there. Yes, baby. I'm there. The hot stuffs shooting out of me. Oh, what a 
wonderful feeling.. Keep sucking, sweetheart, oh, keep sucking it. Oh, 
swallow it, doll. Oh, suck it, baby." 

His hips rocked back and forth as the last few droplets of orgasmic fluid 
spilled from the end of his penis and into her mouth. 

"Oh, yeah, ahhh, it's great," he grinned. "Baby, oh, what a suck artist you 
are. You're fantastic." As she swallowed the last few droplets of his cream, 
she then became totally aware of what was happening. As she reflected back 
on what had occurred, she could hardly believe it He had effectively 
hypnotized her, right to the point where she had eagerly accepted every 
droplet of cream that had spilled from his long cock. 

"This is so beautiful," he smiled, "we really made it baby." 

"I just don't believe it," she gasped. "To think that I lowered myself. Just 
who the hell do you think you are? Do you pride yourself on being able to 
hypnotize women?" 

"Come on now, whoa, honey," he laughed. "You enjoyed every second of it. 
What are you so mad about? I don't understand you." 

"I don't fashion myself as being a chump for any man." 

"I'd never use that term to attach to you, honey. There's no reason why you 
should use it either." 

"I mean it. I don't like it. You're terrible." 

"Why am I terrible? For exposing you to something you enjoy. Why don't you 
let me fix you a drink? It'll do you good. It'll do us both good to have a 
drink." 

"I'm not having a drink with you, Harry. I'm leaving right now." 

At that point she got up quickly from the bed. "Why don't you spend the 
night here with me?" 

"Not on your life. I'm going home," 

"All right, I'll get up and drive you. But let's talk a little before I do." 

"I'd rather take a cab," she replied. 

"Now don't be silly." 

"I really mean it. I don't like the way you're acting. It's awful," 

"All I did was introduce you to a little pleasure. Now you're getting sore 
about it. This is really foolish." 

"No, it's not. It's not foolish at all. I happen to be a woman who believes 
in upholding her honor. You haven't given me much of a chance." 

"What the hell is honor anyway according to your definition?" he laughed. 
"I've given you something that you should really enjoy, baby, my beautiful 
cock. And I got your pussy. I told you that! insist on controlling the show. 
I do it not only for my own benefit but for the benefit of my partner. You 
certainly have benefited from everything that's happened tonight." 

"Just how?" 

. 

"You received all kinds of pleasure. Now don't tell me after it's all over 
that you didn't enjoy what happened. I'm just not gonna believe that at 
all." 

"I don't know whether I enjoyed it or not," she replied. "I'm too confused 
to answer that question. I'm just perplexed as can be. I mean, it was like 
you did something terribly unethical. Like you poisoned my mind." 

"I didn't poison your mind at all." 

"I think you did. As a matter-of-fact, I know you did. I never would have 
sucked your cock otherwise." 

. She began putting her clothes on quickly. She was so flustered that her 
fingers trembled. 

"Look at you, you're all thumbs," Harry laughed. "Take it easy, darling." 

"And don't call me darling." 

"Why don't you come back to bed with me? I'd like to fuck you again. I'd 
like to stick my cock in your pussy." 

"I'm not going to let you. This is one time when . I'm gonna hold out. 
You're not gonna get what you're asking for. I lowered myself to the point 
where I sucked your cock, but I'm not gonna tower myself again." 

"Listen to that nonsense," he laughed. "You refer to it as lowering 
yourself. Hell, you had yourself a good time. Don't try and con yourself out 
of thinking that." 

"You absolutely bewilder me," she shook her head. "I mean, I hardly know 
what I believe after you get through with me. This is awful." 

At that point Harry got up from the bed. He began to put his clothes on. . 

"I'm not gonna let you take a cab," he said. "I'm at least gonna drive you 
home." 

"There you go, giving orders again." 

"I think in this case it's the least I can do." 

"All right, I'll let you do that. But I don't think I'll speak to you 
again." 

"You really are a frustrated girl," Harry looked at her with compassion. "To 
think that I gave you all that wild and wonderful action, and now there you 
are, heavily attacking me. This shows that I was right in saying how 
insecure you were." 

"I think that I was very secure before you came along." 

"Quite the contrary. You thought you were secure. In actuality, you were 
anything but that." A few minutes later the couple finished dressing. Hairy 
then took a silent, still baffled Sylvia down in the elevator to the garage. 

A few moments later they were inside his car. As they drove home, Harry did 
his best to make conversation, but Sylvia would say very little, "Thanks for 
a beautiful evening," Harry said as he dropped Sylvia off at her door. "I'll 
be glad to escort you up to your apartment." 

"No thanks, Hairy. I think I've seen enough of you tonight." 

She had a faraway look in her eyes as she got out of the car and walked 
toward the front door of the apartment building where she lived. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The following day at work, Sylvia ignored Harry throughout the morning. 

Several times Harry walked over to her office, seeking to engage her in 
conversation. 

"Remember, I have my work to do, too," she said, appropriately reminding 
Harry of the time that he had become angered at her as a result of an 
intrusion into his office. "I'd appreciate it if you'd respect my privacy." 

"Come on now. You're getting away from the point," Harry laughed. 

"I am not," she replied. 

Harry stack around until it was time for Sylvia to leave. 

"How about a drink?" he asked. 

"No thank you." 

"Why not?" 

"I've got more work to do." 

"Come on now, honey. I think that you ought to at least have a drink with 
me." 

At that, point Harry strode briskly toward her. He threw his arms around her 
and kissed her lips ever so passionately. Immediately her resistance 
vanished. 

"Just a drink," he said. "I've got an awards dinner I've got to attend 
tonight. So I won't be asking you out beyond that. But you can certainly do 
that for little old me." 

"I guess I can," she replied breathlessly. 

The following day, Harry unloaded a bombshell in Sylvia's direction. 

"It's all set," he grinned, beaming brightly as he confronted Sylvia in the 
hallway in the middle of the afternoon. 

"What's all set?" 

"The Miami trip," he said. "I've got some account possibilities there. Some 
people I've been working with for a long time. And I've set something else 
up, too. You're going to be traveling there with me." 

"You've got to be kidding," she said. 

"The company has Set up private suites for both of us. You know, everything 
has to be aboveboard," Harry winked slyly. "At any rate, everything's all 
set." 

"I just don't get this. I haven't heard a word of it from anybody except 
you." 

"Oh, you will. I just wanted to be the first one to break the news to you." 

"Did you arrange this whole thing?" 

"Of course I did. Wouldn't you like a nice trip to Miami? It's starting to 
get awfully muggy around here. It's beautiful in Miami." 

"I just don't believe it. Just why am I needed?" 

"It's very simple. For the new advertising campaign I need some 
illustrations. I impressed upon Mr. Jacobson just how important it was for 
you to be along. He agreed. He said that you do excellent illustrations, and 
that it would be in our interests to have you there." 

"You have to be about the most devious son-of-a-bitch I've ever met," she 
laughed. 

"That's probably the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me," Harry smiled, 
pivoting around and walking back to his office. 

Several days later, they left for Miami Beach. 

The had reservations in the company's name at the posh Doral Hotel on Miami 
Beach's fabled hotel row on Collins Avenue. 

.No sooner had Sylvia reached her suite than she felt the necessity to take 
a shower. Her sweaty, tired body needed it. She had been up most of the 
evening packing, and had not been able to get any sleep on the plane. 

She took a long shower, letting the warm water splash ever so luxuriously 
against her beautiful body. When she stepped out of the tub, she quickly 
dried herself off. She then walked into the bedroom, slipping on a robe. She 
decided that it would be a good idea for her to begin working on her 
illustration?, since that was the specific reason for which the company had 
sent her to Miami. 

Just as she was getting started on a new illustration, she heard a knock on 
the door. 

"Who is it?" she asked, a little perturbed at being interrupted just when 
she was starting her work. 

"This is Harry. I'd like to come in." 

She walked toward the door, opening it. Harry immediately burst inside. He 
observed her standing there in her light blue robe. 

"Oh, damned, do you ever look sexy," he said. "I wonder if you've got 
anything on underneath the robe." 

"That is none of your damned business, Harry. You can truck on out of here 
just as quickly as you trucked in." 

"Don't hand me that kind of static. For one thing, I'm your boss on this 
trip. Don't forget it." I'm supposed to work on this trip, and don't forget 
that;" 

"Hell, you just got here. The company wouldn't expect you to immediately 
sthrt hitting the illustrations." 

"That's exactly what I was doing. I thought that' it would be good to work 
while I had an inspiration." , "But what the hell. You just got off the 
plane. You don't need to get started this quick. As a matter of fact, I've 
got other things in mind." 

At that point Harry proceeded to illustrate precisely what he meant. He 
threw his arms around her, encircling her body. As he held her ever so 
firmly, he leaned forward and delivered a dazzling kiss to her lips. 

A few moments later, he released his lips from hers. He looked into her 
bright eyes, then thrust his tongue forward. 

"Just open your tongue, baby, because I've got a beautiful French kiss on 
the way," he exclaimed. 

With one thrusting forward stab, he penetrated inside her mouth. Back and 
forth he slid his tongue with energetic desire. He manipulated it eagerly 
and the more she began to enjoy it. He could see by the way that she was 
kissing back, driving her own tongue against his, that her resistance was 
weakening. He was confident that he could accomplish that purpose without 
too much difficulty. 

When Harry removed his tongue from her mouth, he reached out with his right 
hand and soothingly ran his fingers over her forehead. 

"I love the softness of your skin," he said. "You're a very beautiful gal. 
Oh, damned, you're very nice." 

Once again he slipped his tongue forward, allowing it to penetrate inside 
her mouth. As he worked it ever so soothingly against her tongue, she came 
alive with excitement. Her heart began to palpitate, and as Harry removed 
his tongue from hers, he grabbed her by the hands. 

"Into the bedroom," he said. "I want to be the privileged person to take off 
that robe, m give you a little bit of a morale boost, and then you really 
will be able to handle those illustrations. You see, I've got the company's 
best interests at heart." 

"I think, though, that it's your cock's interests that you're mainly 
concerned about." 

"All right, I won't deny that. But the two certainly don't have to be 
incompatible, do they?" 

"No, I guess they don't," she laughed. 

Once more she was discovering that it was relatively easy for Harry to put 
her exactly where he wanted her. Again she was falling under the mystical 
aura of this handsome man, whose self-assuredness and sexual charm seemed to 
bowl her over. 

Now they were in the bedroom, and she was sitting on the edge of the bed. 
Harry reached out and undid the sash of her robe. He pulled her robe open, 
then made the discovery that she was wearing nothing beneath it. 

"Oh, wow," he said. "Damned, this would make a great centerfold spread for 
Playboy. And speaking of spread, honey, all I need for you to do is spread 
your legs. Prom there on out I'll take care of everything" 

Harry pulled off Sylvia's robe. All she had to do was outstretch her arms 
and he took care, of the rest. He reached out with both hands, running his 
fingers soothingly over her breasts. He kept up the finger stabbing for 
several seconds, then moved his right hand downward toward her mound. He 
reached with his fingers, allowing them to soothingly penetrate against her 
vagina. 

"Oh, what a beautiful pussy you have," he exclaimed. "I just love touching 
it, honey." 

"Just what are you gonna do to me?" 

"First thing I'm gonna do is take off my clothes, mid then I think I'm gonna 
fuck your pussy." 

"The same old Harry. Always sure of himself." 

"When it comes to a gorgeous piece of ass, you're damned right I'm sure of 
myself. And you've got the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen. Oh, honey, just 
look at that butt. What a cute ass. Oh, damned, you've got a hot butt. I 
love it, baby. I really love your ass. I like when you twist it. I want you 
to twist it when I fuck your pussy." 

Harry removed his fingers from Sylvia's vagina. He jumped up from the bed, 
then began to quickly remove his clothes. His heart, began to beat 
frenziedly, and all the while .he was aware of just how closely he was 
propelling himself toward climax. He knew that it wouldn't take any more 
than a few hot strokes for his long solid cock before he would be off. 

When he finally removed his shorts, the last segment of his undressing act, 
he reached down and tugged at his cock several times for good luck. 

"Okay, honey, I think I'll play with your pussy again for a little while," 
he grinned. 

He threw himself into bed next to his gorgeous lover. He reached down with 
his right hand, permitting his fingers to move slowly over her mound. Back 
and forth he slid his fingers, driving her into a state of wild agitation. 

"Ahhh, I like the way your legs hre moving," he laughed. "This is really 
nice, darling. Oh, honey, I really do want to fuck you. Oh, sweetheart; I 
really want to screw your proud pussy. I want to fuck your hot mound." 

" 

"Baby, oh, I really do love it." 

"Sure you do. I'm gonna keep toying with your snatch. Oh, what a beautiful 
snatch you have." 

"Oh, sweetheart. Keep running your fingers over it." 

"I like the way you're reacting. Come on and wiggle your hot butt That'll 
really turn me on." Back and forth she began to slide her buttocks. As they 
worked at a convincing pace, his penis became harder than ever. He could 
feel the tinges of anxiety that always preceded orgasm. 

"Oh, honey, your butt is driving me wild;" he said. "So is your cunt That 
beautiful, lovely cunt" He leaned forward and slid his tongue inside her 
mouth. Back and forth he penetrated with his tongue, keeping up his 
rapid-fire strides. When he finally released his tongue from her mouth, he 
also separated his fingers from: her cunt. 

"Okay, baby, I'm gonna really fuck you now," he said. "I'm gonna drive my 
prick inside your mound. Oh, I'm really gonna screw you. Sweetheart, oh, I'm 
gonna plant my dick inside your pussy." 

He leaned forward, projecting his body toward her. He shoved his huge penis 
toward her pussy, allowing it to penetrate for. the first time inside her 
mound. 

Her hips swung back and forth, and as they did she directed her body 
forward, meeting his rapid-fire stride. Her cunt muscles tightened, and as 
she flipped her body back and forth, she began to receive the powerful 
thrusting sensations of his huge cock. 

"Oh, damned, I'm gonna really penetrate," he said. "I really love fucking 
you, baby. Ohhh, ahhh, do I ever love to screw you. Oh, sweetheart, baby, 
oh,-what a fuck. What a groovy fuck you are. Oh, sweetheart, this is 
sensational. Oh, do I ever love thrusting in your hot mound. This is great, 
baby. Oh, honey, what a good screw. What a beautiful screw. Oh, sweetheart, 
I'm gonna fuck it." 

Back and forth he kept on driving his cock into her mound. The quicker that 
he sustained his pace, the more that he enjoyed it He kept up his stabbing 
efforts, sending his hard, sturdy penis inside her mound. 

"Oh, baby, I want to fade you," he said. "I want to give you the best Aide 
you've ever had. Oh, sweetie, I love it. I love the screwing movements. Oh, 
sweetheart, this is groovy. What a fuck. Oh, what a screw you are. I'm gonna 
keep it going. Oh, honey, baby, this is great. Oh, doll, I'm gonna keep 
screwing you." 

His hips kept swinging back and forth as he fucked her hot mound, driving 
his cock ever deeper into her gash. The faster he slid it into her moist 
slit, the closer that he found himself drawing toward die big moment of 
climax. As he moved ever more quickly toward that grot moment, he began 
fucking her more quickly than before. His cock kept on darting bade and 
forth inside her mound, and all the while he began to anticipate with ever 
greater anxiety the big moment when the juices would spray from the mid of 
his dick. 

"Oh, honey, I'm really gonna screw you," he said. "Sweetheart, oh, I want to 
drive my cock in your mound. Oh, I really want to drive it Sweetheart, ahhh, 
baby, I dig it Oh, I really like it Oh, let me fuck it, sweetheart. Gb, 
baby, I really love it" 

He kept up his burning, rapid-fire pace, driving his cock ever deeper into 
er mound, He kept on slamming it with savage rapidity, and she could feel 
the pain from the intensity and the strength of his movements. 

"Oh, I'm gonna he off," he said. "Sweetheart, oh, what a hot ass you've got. 
Keep on swinging it, baby. Oh, keep thrusting it, honey. I want your hot 
ass. Oh, I want your ass to keep sliding. Baby, oh, you're so good. You're 
so groovy. Oh, I dig it. I really dig it. I love fucking you. Oh, honey." 

As his hard, driving cock pushed ever closer to the big moment of climax, he 
reached out with both hands and clutched his fingers around her breasts. He 
held on firmly, stabbing the fingers of both hands, continuing to grind his 
cock deeper into her pussy all the while. 

"Oh, I'm about there," he said. "Sweetheart, oh, I'm getting ready to juice. 
Ah, this is so nice. I'm gonna spray. Oh, the juices are gonna shoot. 
.They're gonna spray out of the end of my prick. .Baby, oh, I really dig 
it." 

His fingers kept on sliding against her breasts, and as his body began to 
tremble, he recognized just how closely he was drawing toward climax. 

The jukes were about ready to spray from the end of his peter and into her 
mound. 

A few timely strokes later, the first few droplets of sperm began to shoot 
from the end of his cock. As his body rocked back and forth, the hot white 
assault was firmly under way. The sperm kept on spilling ever so 
voluminously out of the end of his hard spear and into her mound. 

"Oh, honey, this is groovy," he sighed. "Oh, baby, what a screw. Sweetheart, 
oh, I'm there, I'm there, that's so beautiful. Oh, what a fuck. What a great 
fuck. Ah, honey, I dig it. Yes, baby, oh, I really do dig it." 

A few seconds later, he withdrew his long penis from her pussy. He leaned 
forward and kissed her forehead. 

"Thanks for another great fuck," he said. "You really do have a tight pussy. 
It hasn't been fucked all that many times. I didn't think that it had been. 
You're such a little tigress. You're not about to let just any guy in 
there." 

"That's true. I ran into one in you who uses hypnotism more than anything 
else." 

I guess you could say that," he chuckled. "At any rate I get the job done 
and that's what counts." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Harry relaxed for a few moments after his exciting orgasm. 

As he rested, he ran his fingers through his lover's hair. As he caught his 
breath, he looked down at his penis, which was expanding ever so quickly. He 
liked the fact that his cock had gone down very little, and he knew the 
reason why. He still remained enchanted by his lover's asshole. He knew that 
it would have been a terrible mistake for him to shock her and prematurely 
go after her asshole at the beginning of their relationship. But now that he 
had systematically guided her along, and had reached the point where his 
domination of her was becoming thorough, Harry felt that it was time for him 
to move on to the ass fucking. He wanted to drive his cock inside her hot 
ass, to make spectacular love to her in the anal fashion. 

"I love your butt," he finally said, reaching out and grabbing it with both 
hands. 

Harry began by massaging Sylvia's ass cheeks. She loved the sensations that 
he brought to bear with his fingers. She liked the manner in which he moved 
his fingers back and forth, allowing them to penetrate against her buttocks. 

"How do you like that, baby?" he asked smilingly. 

"Oh, I really love it," she nodded. "You can play with my ass any time you 
want to, darling. Yes, ahhh, I like it" 

"I'm glad that you're not the same difficult girl you once were, fm happy 
that now you've reached the point where you're willing to settle down and 
just enjoy yourself in sex. That's good, honey. It's good for you. Just 
relax. Leave everything up to Harry. I'll run the show in the best possible 
way for both you and me." 

Harry kept up his finger stabs around her ass cheeks for several more 
seconds. When he removed his fingers, he slipped his tongue forward, 
allowing it to slide against her left ass cheek. Back and forth he 
penetrated with his tongue, sliding it resourcefully against her hot butt. 

"Oh, yeah, that really is nice," she said. "Baby, oh, slide your tongue 
against my butt. Oh, I like the sensations. You're really giving them to me, 
baby. Oh, this is nice, oh, it's just beautiful." 

He kept up his penetrating tongue movements against her right ass cheek for 
a few more minutes. He then released it, moving his tongue over toward her 
other buttock. He approached it with the same degree of skill and passion, 
working back and forth, sliding it against her hot buttock. 

"Oh, that's really nice," she sighed, her body twisting and turning;. "Baby, 
oh, you really know how to satisfy me, Oh, that's groovy." 

When he removed his tongue from her buttock, he looked at her and smiled. , 
"I'm gonna suck out your asshole now," he said. "Just get set, darling, 
because I'm gonna really drive my tongue inside you." 

"Oh, you really do like my ass, don't you?", "It's the most beautifully 
shaped asshole rye' ever seen. Just wait until I cut loose with my tongue, 
darling. Oh, I'm gonna make you beg for more. .I'm gonna hypnotize you 
again. You talked about me hypnotizing you before. Well, that was child's 
play compared to what I'm gonna do right now." 

"You're really too much." 

"You just wait." 

He slipped his tongue forward, permitting it to penetrate inside her anus. 
He started out working his tongue ever so slowly, seeking to evolve the 
sucking pace at a very slow level. 

"Oh, that's groovy," she nodded. "Baby, oh, you're tickling my hot ass. My 
asshole feels so beautiful. Baby, oh, come on and work your tongue. Oh, 
sweetheart, really slide it." 

Back and forth he began sustaining his pace. The longer that the sucking 
continued, the quicker that his pace became. Pretty soon his tongue was 
working at full speed, flipping wildly inside her hot ass. 

"Oh, I like it," she said. "Oh, baby, you really do know how to suck my 
asshole. I can tell how much you love my ass by the way you're sucking my 
ass out. Oh, baby, oh,, you're good. You're so great." 

As Harry kept up his blinding pace, driving his tongue with propulsive 
forward stabs inside her hot, twisting asshole, he reached out with both 
hands. He clutched at her buttocks, holding on sharply, continuing his 
sucking exploits all the while. 

A few moments later, he removed his tongue from her anus. He wanted to make 
her even happier, to provide her with even more in the way of fucking 
sensations. 

"I want inside your hot ass," he said. "I want to move my finger inside 
there. I really want to plunge it into your asshole. Oh, I'm gonna finger 
fuck you." 

. 

"Now you really are getting wild." 

"Of course I am. When I see a girl as beautiful as you, there's only one way 
I want to go, and that's all out. I really want to stab you with my finger. 
I really want to drive it into your ass. I want to make all kinds of hot 
music with you, sweetheart" 

"Oh, baby, I'll just bet-that you do. Sweetheart, oh, I really want you to 
slide it. I want you to do anything that you feel will give me the proper 
sensations." 

"I'm gonna plunge my finger. Oh, damned, I'm gonna really drive it inside 
your asshole, sweetheart," 

"That's the spirit. Come on, baby. Finish sucking it. I guess now you can 
finger fuck it." 

"You're damned right I can" 

A thin smile formed at Harry's lip. He was satisfied with the way that he 
was step by step indoctrinating her. 

With great ferocity he propelled his finger forward. He permitted it to move 
ever so quickly inside her asshole. Bade and forth he flipped his finger, 
stabbing it deep inside her. The quicker that he penetrated with his finger, 
the better that he enjoyed it. 

He watched her reactions. At first her buttocks twisted ever so slightly. 
The longer hi kept up his finger fucking pace, however, the more quickly 
that she began to slide her hips. Pretty soon she was working them at top 
speed, driving them back and forth as he kept up his finger pace. 

"Oh, finger my hot ass," she sighed hungrily. "Baby, oh, come on and finger 
me, darling. Oh, that feels so wild. Oh, you're really making me feel 
great." 

"You just happen to be a sensuous woman, baby. Yon dig it, honey. You dig 
this kind of action. I'm giving you every bit of groovy action that I can." 

"I know you are, dear. Oh, it's still hard to believe. It feels so good. Oh, 
keep thrusting. Keep ramming your finger inside my asshole. Ah, baby, oh, I 
like it Oh, darling, do it." 

Her hips kept swinging with great rhythm as he fingered her hot ass. He kept 
on plunging ever deeper into her anus, driving her ever closer to the point 
of orgasm. 

"Oh, honey, I like the corkscrew movements with your finger," she said. "You 
really know how to grind it inside my hot asshole. Baby, oh, you're so good 
at it. Oh, honey, it's just fantastic. It's just great what you're doing to 
me. Oh, you're so good, baby." . 

He finished fingering her asshole. As he removed his index finger from her 
anus, he looked at her and smiled. 

"Okay, darling, I really do want to fuck you," he said.' "I'm gonna drive my 
cock inside your asshole." 

"Oh, no. Let's not carry it that far," she looked at him, her eyes widening 
with shock. 

"Why the hell not? You've done everything but that. I've been leading you up 
to this point, baby. I'm not gonna take no for an answer. I'm gonna put your 
cute little belly on top of the pillow, and then I'm gonna start ramming 
your asshole. Oh, damned, I finger fucked your asshole and you liked that, 
didn't you?" 

"That was different." 

"The hell it was. I gave you stimulation inside there and you liked it. I 
gave you stimulation with my tongue. Okay, so now I'm gonna give you 
stimulation with my hot dick. I'm gonna plunge my cock inside your asshole. 
And you're gonna love it, baby, you're just gonna love it." 

"I don't know. It hurts like hell. It's bound to." 

"A lot of things hurt in one sense but are pleasurable in another. That's 
the way it works with sex. And. you're gonna find this to be one of the most 
satisfying aspects of lovemaking you're ever gonna encounter, baby. With 
your beautiful ass, it's a crying shame that you haven't been ass fucked 
before. It's really incredible to even think about it. To think that it's 
never happened. But it's gonna happen now, and you're gonna love every bit 
of it. You're really gonna dig it, honey." 

"Please don't do it." 

"Oh, there's no way I'm gonna stop now. I just can't stop, sweetheart. Come 
on now, just stop complaining, Hang on for just a second, darling. I'm gonna 
drive my cock inside your asshole." Harry slipped a pillow down underneath 
her stomach. He reached out and patted her ass cheeks, then got set to 
assert his cock inside her anus. 

"Okay, darling, I'm gonna really fuck your, ass," he said. "Just get set 
darling. Oh, you're gonna like it. You just wait! You're gonna enjoy it. 
Just give yourself half a chance." 

As Harry cupped his fingers around her buttocks, he rammed his cock forward. 
He permitted it to penetrate inside her asshole. As his code began to grind 
inside her anus, a smile of satisfaction surfaced on his lips. He knew that 
he had reached a big goal. 

When he made his initial penetration inside her asshole, she heaved a loud 
gasp. 

"Oh, that hurts like hell," Sylvia told him. "Baby, oh, take it easy, you 
really hurt me with it, honey. Oh, your cock is really hurting me. You can't 
grind it into me like that without hurting me." 

"Just relax, baby. Oh, it's gonna get bettor and better. Just wait, 
sweetheart." 

"Oh, it really does hurt." 

"Hold on. Just relax a little, sweetheart. Oh, I'm gonna grind my dick. I'm 
gonna keep grinding it inside your hot ass. Oh, I love it. Sweetheart, oh, I 
really do love it." 

Back and forth he kept on spearing her asshole with his hot pecker. The 
faster that he slammed it into her, the more that it hurt. 

After a few sharp, painful strokes, however, she gradually began to get 
accustomed to what he was doing. Her ass cheeks wiggled in just the 
appropriate fashion, and as he kept up his sharp, stabbing cock efforts, he 
found that his domination had become total. He had actually readied the 
point where he had instilled his lover with a sense of appreciation for ass 
fucking. 

"That's it, you're rotating your hips beautifully," he complimented her. "I 
really love stabbing my dick inside you. Oh, baby, you've got such a hot 
ass. I really love fucking it. This is groovy, sweetheart. Oh, it's just 
great." 

He kept supplying as much leverage as he could as he kept propelling his 
cock forward, driving it with determination inside her anus. 

"Oh, I'm getting closer and closer," he sighed. "Here we go, sweetheart. 
Yes, oh, I'm getting set to juice." , "It still feels weird, but I'm getting 
accustomed to it," she sighed. "Oh, you really do know how to fuck me. You 
really are stabbing my ass. Oh, I can't believe that I'm letting somebody do 
it to me. Oh, fuck me, baby. Keep sending your darting cock into me." 

"Here we go, baby. Oh, I'm gonna explode. I'm gonna juice right now." 

"Oh, it's gonna feel weird getting your juices inside my asshole. 
Sweetheart, oh, what a fucker you-are;"- 

. 

"Here we go, sweetie." 

"Oh, are you set to juice?" 

"I sure as hell am." 

Harry reached out and slapped at his lover's ass cheeks several times. He 
gritted his teeth, heaved a deep sigh, then watched the first few droplets 
of his hot sperm spill from the end of his cock. 

"Oh, this really is groovy," he said, "the stuff's shooting out of there. 
Oh, baby, that's nice. Ahhh, that's real nice. Sweetheart, ohhh, I love it." 

He slapped at her buttocks several more times, gasping and sighing as the 
spurts of cock juice kept on spraying from his dick. 

"Oh, I feel as free as a bird," he said. "I really love this fuck. Oh, what 
a beautiful screw. It's just fantastic. Oh, your ass is wonderful, baby. Oh, 
honey, darling, oh, what an ass you have. What a fuck." 

"I'm limp," she said as he removed his cock from her asshole, "I don't think 
I could take one stab more," 

"Does your asshole feel sore?" 

"Kind of, but I don't mind that." 

"You don't?" 

"No, considering the wonderful time that I've had, I guess it was worth it." 

"That's what I meant when I was talking about pain earlier," he laughed. 
"Sometimes it's completely worthwhile, baby. It's worthwhile when you're 
really getting something out of it." 

"Yes, I suppose that's true. The better I get acquainted with you, the more 
I seem to learn about sex." 

"Yes, the longer you stick with me, the better educated you're gonna get," 
he chuckled. "Not only that, but the longer you stick with me, the greater 
the number of groovy fucks you're gonna get as well." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

When Sylvia returned from Miami with Harry, she was in a more distraught 
frame of mind than ever. 

She could not comprehend how a man like Harry could sweep her so 
overpoweringly off her feet, to the extent where she would engage in sex 
acts that she would never even have considered involving herself in 
otherwise. 

The beautiful young illustrator decided her first week back in New York to 
try and experiment. Just maybe, she thought, she was relying too much upon 
men. 

She remembered a dear friend of hers, Monica Raymond, a beautiful, 
dark-haired young woman of twenty-nine. She had met Monica when she had been 
on an assignment for Jacobson. She had been instructed to draw Monica for an 
advertisement,. and the two girls had hit it off exceptionally well. 

It ultimately turned out that the gorgeous, raven-haired Monica was a 
divorcee who was, for the time being at least, turned off of men. On that 
basis, she was exceptionally desirous of making love to beautiful Sylvia. 

Even though Sylvia had never previously had sex with a woman, she found 
Monica so lovely and captivating that she decided to experiment. For one 
brief period of time some six months earlier, the girls had carried on a 
'torrid affair, in which they would meet frequently in either Monica's or 
Sylvia's apartment, where they would make passionate love. 

For the last few months, Sylvia had wanted off Monica's efforts. Finally the 
beautiful young model, who had many opportunities for lovemaking with girls 
of her own sex, tired of the problems involved in getting together with 
Sylvia. She stopped calling; for which Sylvia was thankful. She did not want 
to get any more involved in a lesbian affair, at least not at that point in 
time. 

Now she was beginning to wonder if perhaps she had not made a mistake. Just 
maybe, she concluded, she should have pursued her relationship with the 
gorgeous Monica further. 

That afternoon she decided to call Monica's apartment. When she failed to 
receive an answer, she called the answering service that handled Monica's 
modeling calls. She left the message for Monica to return the call. 

The rest of the afternoon passed by without a return call from Monica. 
Sylvia wondered if perhaps the beautiful brunette, who had so many female 
admirers, had given her up as a lost cause, and did not particularly care to 
renew their acquaintanceship. Actually, she had to admit, she couldn't 
really blame Monica if she came to such a conclusion. She had certainly been 
busy often enough when Monica had attempted to get together with her. 

Sylvia went home that evening and mixed herself a drink. She was planning on 
fixing herself something simple to eat, after which she would watch 
television, perhaps work on a few of her illustrations, and then go bed. 

Just as she was finishing her drink, the telephone rang. 

"Hello, Sylvia?" she immediately recognized Monica's low, extremely sexy 
voice. 

"Monica, baby," Sylvia said enthusiastically, "it's so good to hear your 
voice again." 

"What have you been doing, stranger?" 

"Oh, things have bran a real drag at the office," she exclaimed. "It's 
really been rough. I've been accomplishing too much, I guess. I guess you 
could say that I'm too much in demand, and that's my current problem." 

"I know a lot of people who'd like to have that problem." 

"I know. It probably sounds like it's ridiculous poor mouthing, but it has 
been frustrating. I went to Miami last week." 

"Oh, gee. That sounds rough-" 

"Well, a lot of it was work." 

"I've been pretty busy myself with my modeling career," ' 

"You should be busy. Anybody as beautiful as you should receive plenty of 
attention, and fortunately you do." 

"Thank you very much, sweetheart. I'm glad to hear you ray that. It sounds 
like the wild and wonderful girl of old that I loved so much." 

"I'd like to see you again," Sylvia told her. "Pine. When are you free?" 

"Tonight," she said, her heart pulsating. "How about you?" 

"That's good. How about that little Italian ; restaurant where we used to 
eat? You Know, the place that's about halfway between your place and mine." 

"Oh, yes. I know the one." 

"So why don't we meet there in about an hour?" 

"That sounds to me like a real groovy idea." 

"Great. Then let's make it for then." 

Sylvia showed up approximately one hour later at the small, quiet, darkly 
lit restaurant She observed Monica smoking a cigarette and sitting at a 
candle-lit table. She couldn't help but observe just how beautiful Monica 
looked. She was wearing her hair a little longer than before. It extended 
halfway down her back, and it looked good on her. "Hello, honey," Monica 
smiled. 

Sylvia looked into those dark, beautiful eyes. "Hello them" 

"Sit down, sweetheart." 

"I'd love to." 

Sylvia sat down and Monica immediately ordered wine. After they polished off 
some wine, they ate dinner. After that Monica leaned forward 'and said in 
her lowest, most seductive to her. "Let's go to my place." 

"I thought you'd never ask." 

"My. You certainly sound horny." 

"Being in your presence is enough to make any woman horny." 

"Oh, baby. Do I ever have a lot of loving stored up for you. How could we 
ever spend this much time apart?" 

"I don't know." 

"Well, we'll remedy that mistake quickly." 

"I should say we will." 

They left the restaurant, taking their separate cars to the apartment 
building where Monica lived. 

Once that Sylvia was inside Monica's apartment, her heart began to pulsate 
ever so wildly. She wanted to reach out and touch her lover of old. 

It was Sylvia who made the first move. While Monica sat on the sofa, sipping 
a glass of wine, Sylvia sat down beside her. She ever so slowly readied 
inside Monica's white dress. She ran her fingers over her breasts. Then die 
readied beneath the lovely model's bra, letting her ringers slide ever so 
gracefully against her warm, aroused breasts. 

"Oh, yeah, I like your ringer movements," Monica smiled. "Come on, honey. 
Oh, work your ringers beautifully. I like that. Really let diem slide. 
Sweetheart, oh, come on and ringer my breasts. Baby, oh, lover, you're 
really doing it" 

As she sat there ever so contentedly, receiving the hot vigorous finger 
stabs of Sylvia, Monica decided it was time to reciprocate. 

She reached out with her right hand, allowing it to probe ever so skillfully 
inside her lover's dress.-She quickly worked her ringers inside of Sylvia's 
bra, and soon she was manipulating her ringers in the same skillful, 
productive fashion as was her lover. 

Simultaneously the girls set forth a vigorous pace, driving their fingers 
back and forth as they manipulated against each other's hot breasts. As they 
sustained their swift, effective pace, they worked each other into, an ever 
greater state of passionate desire. 

Ever so convincingly their fingers kept on converging against each other's 
hot breasts. Back and forth they kept up the steady pace, driving their 
ringers until they worked themselves into a State of acute passion. It was 
Monica who finally brought the breast activity to an end. She removed her 
fingers from her lover's tits, then exclaimed: 

"We've done enough in the way of preliminary activity. Let's go into the 
bedroom. That's where it's at, honey. We've got to give each other 
a-beautiful fuck." 

"Oh, honey, it sounds so good to hear you use that word." 

"You mean fuck?" 

"Is there any other?" 

Together the girls got up from the sofa and walked slowly into the bedroom. 
It was Sylvia who collapsed on the bed first, reaching out and undoing her 
dress. Her body swayed back and forth with mounting rhythmic desire. 

"Oh, baby, I want you," Monica said. I'm glad to see you this eager. Oh, get 
off your dress. Get it off quickly, sweetheart. I really want to fuck with 
you. Oh, darling, I want to suck your mound. I really want to bring you off 
with my tongue." 

As Monica began to remove her dress, she looked down at Sylvia and smiled. 
She undressed from a standing position, letting her body wiggle as she did 
the bumps and grinds. 

When Monica removed her dress, she stood before Sylvia for several moments. 
She had on her white panties and bra, along with her garter belt, which was 
attached to her sleek stocking. 

She readied out and undid the belt, bending over as she did so. Sylvia got a 
good look at her well-proportioned ass. 

"You've got a pretty nice ass," she said. 

"That's quite a compliment, considering it's coming from a girl with the 
most gorgeous ass I've ever laid eyes on," Sylvia's lover Monica smiled. 
"Honey, if you had ever gone into modeling. I just wish that I could have 
talked you into it." 

"No thanks. I just don't have the temperament for it, dear. But I appreciate 
the fact that you at least tried." 

"I'll tell you something, honey. I'd always try when it comes to somebody 
like you. You're really a beautiful chick. You're great people." 

"Thank you, baby." 

The girls went into the remainder of their undressing activities with 
greater fervor than ever. As Sylvia slipped out of her panties, she observed 
Monica bending over as she slipped her panties down her legs. 

"Oh, baby, you've got such a gorgeous body," Monica said. "Just wait until 
you get your panties off. I'm gonna slide my tongue down between your legs. 
I'm gonna really suck you, sweetheart. Oh, am I ever gonna drive my tongue 
into your box." 

As Sylvia finished removing her panties, Monica got a good took at her 
lovely slit. She stepped out of her own panties, then reached out and played 
with her pussy. 

"The more I see you, the greater the sensations," Monica laughed. "I'm gonna 
collapse in bed with you, honey. Oh, baby, the first thing I'm gonna do is 
run my fingers over your pussy." 

"Came on and play with my snatch, dear." 

"With pleasure, sweetheart." 

As Monica slid inside the bed, she reached out with her right hand. She 
permitted her fingers to move ever so smoothly between her lover's legs. 
Back and forth she worked her fingers, and as she kept up her brisk pace, 
her lover lay there flipping her legs back and forth. 

"Oh, yeah, this is groovy," Sylvia said. "I really like this, sweetheart. 
Oh, honey, keep your fingers going. Oh, baby, slide your fingers over my 
mound. Sweetheart, oh, drive them, darling. Oh, come on, honey. Oh, that's 
nice, oh, that's so nice." 

The quicker that Monica worked her fingers with resolute skill, the faster 
in turn that Sylvia manipulated her body. She was enjoying every brisk 
stroke that Monica sent her way. 

"Ah, pretty soon you're gonna have to suck my pussy," Sylvia sighed. 
"There's just no other way, sweetheart. Oh, I'm getting too hot too fast. 
Keep up your finger work, sweetie. Oh, drive your fingers, doll. Work them 
inside my mound." 

All the white, Monica kept penetrating; driving her fingers with supreme 
diligence inside Sylvia's snatch. 

"Ah, finger me," Sylvia called out. "Baby, oh, come on and drive your 
fingers. Work them inside my hot box. Sweetheart, oh, baby." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

As Monica continued toying with Sylvia's mound, she got her ever more 
agitated. 

It made Monica feel good to know that she had Sylvia settling into the old 
groove. She remembered the many times when they made beautiful love 
together, and it was consoling to her that her lover had returned. She 
couldn't quite comprehend why she Suddenly would come bade after an absence 
of so many months, but for whatever the reason, she was happy that she had 
returned. 

"Oh, suck my mound," Sylvia finally said. 

"Honey baby, I'm just plain too excited. You've got to go down on me. I've 
got to get some beautiful action from you. You've got to run your tongue 
inside my mound." 

"I can see you're very anxious." 

"Why shouldn't I be? With all the action you've given me with your fingers." 

"Yes, I suppose you would be anxious. All right, darling, I'm ready to suck 
you. I'm ready to run my tongue inside your slit. I want to do it nice and 
slow, though. I hope that you don't mind that." 

"No, that's fine with me." 

"That's good, my dear. Because I want to savor this. I want to savor every 
moment of it." 

"We bath do. This is a great moment" 

As Monica finished removing her fingers from Sylvia's mound, she dropped her 
head ever so slowly but surely down between her legs. 

"Oh, go to work and-suck my snatch," Sylvia said. "Baby, oh, I've got to 
have your tongue rubbing against my pussy. Come on, darling. Oh, suck my hot 
slit. Oh, I really need your action. I want you to slide it baby. Yes, 
honey. Oh, suck my hot pussy." 

She moved her tongue into place, allowing it to slide ever so slowly around 
her lover's mound. As she worked her tongue back and forth, she enjoyed the 
stimulation that she was precipitating. 

"Oh, baby, that I like," Sylvia said. "Keep on moving your tongue nice and 
slow, darling. Oh, I don't mind if you do it that way. I don't mind at all. 
You've just got to get me off, that's all. You can do it. Oh, tongue me, 
sweetheart. Oh, drive your tongue inside my pussy. Baby, ph, sweetheart, 
you're really turning me on with your tongue. Keep it blasting. Oh, keep 
working it inside me; Sweetie, oh, what a tongue." 

As Monica kept on working her tongue' ever so systematically, sliding it 
slowly back and forth inside of Sylvia's pussy, she reached out and ran her 
fingers up and down her legs. She loved squeezing her hot thighs, and as 
she. did so, she noticed the extent to which they were trembling. 

"Keep up toe action," Sylvia said. "Oh, honey, keep driving your, tongue. 
Keep working it inside my snatch. Sweetheart, oh, you're so good. Your 
tongue is so beautiful. Oh, you can start working it a little faster now. 
You can start stepping up the pace. I really want you to bring me off. Suck 
my mound, darling. Oh, honey, really put it to work." 

As Monica began to gradually step up her sucking pace, Sylvia began to shake 
her hips. She flipped them back and forth, heaving sighs as she kept on 
receiving the hot, jolting stabs of her lover. 

"Come on, honey, oh, sack my mound," Sylvia said. "I really love the way 
you're stroking me, baby. Oh, darling, ahhh, you're really sucking. Come on 
and slice with your tongue. Baby, oh, that's good. That's beautiful. Keep on 
working it. Oh, darling, you're gonna have me there. It isn't gonna take 
that much longer. Come on and work your tongue. Oh, drive it." 

As Sylvia's hips kept on swinging ever so restlessly, her lover kept 
planting her tongue deep inside her pussy. Back and forth she worked it with 
tremendous skill and grace, sliding her tongue back and forth, working it 
with great rapidity. 

"Oh, you're gonna bring me off," Sylvia said. "You can't kelp but do it, 
baby. Oh, your tongue is like magic. Sweetheart, oh, I'm about there." 
Sylvia was doing her best to throw herself into a state of great agitation. 
There was no denying that the sensations she experienced from the steady 
tongue bursts by lovely Monica had an effect. They definitely served to 
excite her, but not in the way that she had hoped. She kept trying to psyche 
herself into the same state of uninhibited passion. and joy that she had 
experienced in those earlier days when she had encountered sex from her 
lover Monica. But by this stage of the game, she could see that there was a 
little something missing. She was doing her best to convince herself that it 
was only temporarily missing, and that as the action evolved, she would once 
more begin to feel the same degree of excitement with Monica as she had 
before. She was trying to convince herself that Harry did not have any 
special formula for getting her sexually excited. But the longer that she 
experienced the swift, determined tongue strokes of Sylvia, the more she 
couldn't help but compare and contrast, and somehow Monica's efforts were 
found wanting. 

"Baby, oh, my cunt's burning up," Sylvia told her. "You can just keep your 
tongue blasting, baby. Oh, yeah, honey. Come oh and work it, darling. 
Sweetheart, oh, come on and do it. Oh, suck my hot mound. Baby, oh, blast 
away. Come on, sweetie. Oh, tongue my hot pussy." 

As her hips kept on swinging, Sylvia continued to enjoy the incessant tongue 
efforts. It wasn't that Monica wasn't capable of exciting her. As long as 
she was capable of delivering hot, consistent pussy stabs like these that 
She was currently delivering she would excite her. But she had wanted more, 
and that was where the disappointment was taking place. She was not being 
lifted to the state of high suspended animation that her lover Harry had 
placed her in. There was none of that same kind of wild-eyed exhilaration 
that was flowing as a direct current of the present love making. 

"Oh, honey, I'm about ready to go," Sylvia said, "All you've got to do is 
keep up your tongue action. Oh, keep grinding your tongue. Keep working it 
inside my mound, sweetie. Yes, baby, oh, you're really working it, Come on 
and slide it, sweetheart. Oh, darling. Come on and drive your tongue. Oh, 
baby, keep working it." 

As Monica moved Sylvia ever closer to the point of climax, she reached out 
and clutched at her buttocks.. She held on sharply, still moving her fingers 
around her lover's ass cheeks as She kept on with her sucking, propelling 
her ever closer to the point of a wild climax. 

"Oh, I'm about to go," Sylvia said. "Here I go, baby. Oh, I'm gonna blast 
away. The juices are really gonna spray, sweetheart. Oh, they're gonna shoot 
out of my mound. This is gonna be so great. Ob, it's gonna be so beautiful. 
So very beautiful." As her hips spun back and forth, Sylvia was moving ever 
nearer the point of, climax, A. few strokes later, the juices began to 
shoot. 

"Oh, baby, oh, here I go," Sylvia exclaimed. "Darling, oh, swallow every 
drop. Come on, honey. Oh, eat me, baby. Come on and eat me." 

Sylvia watched the juices escape into Monica's mouth. She admired the manner 
in which her lover attacked every droplet. 

J When Monica finished, Sylvia decided that it would probably be a good idea 
for her to take over next and allow her tongue to roam ever so wildly inside 
Monica's snatch. If she just sucked out her box, she thought, then perhaps 
this would restore her to the state of wild-eyed enthusiasm that she had 
previously occupied. 

"Okay, baby, do you want me to suck your mound?" Sylvia asked. 

"I thought you'd never ask," Monica smiled. 

"I only had a few seconds." 

"That's what I mean. I thought you'd never ask. I wanted you to ask 
immediately," 

"Then that can prove only one thing, that you're very impatient." 

"You're damned right When I finished sucking out your hot box, I knew I 
needed some action of my own." 

"Then I don't see any reason why you shouldn't get it." 

"Come to think of it, neither do I." 

"Then I guess we should get right into it." 

"Why not?" 

As Monica lay there on her back, feeling tremendous sparks of exhilaration 
throughout her entire body, particularly focused between her legs in her 
pussy, Sylvia readied out with both hands. She began gliding her finders up 
and down Monica's legs. She loved touching the smooth, firm legs of the 
lovely model. Every time she squeezed them, die became that much more 
excited. 

"Okay, darling, I'm gonna eat out your box," she said. "But first I'm gonna 
warm you up. I'm gonna do it in just the right way. I'm gonna run my fingers 
up and down your legs. I'm gonna play with your mound." 

... The longer and faster that Sylvia employed her fingers up and down her 
lover's legs, the more agitated that Monica became. 

"Oh, honey, this is a great massage," Monica laughed. "Don't I have 
beautiful legs?" 

"Hie grooviest." 

"Then just keep working your fingers over them.-Oh, keep exciting me, my 
dear. I love the kind of movements you're giving me." 

"Then just hang on, lover." 

"Oh, yeah. This is gonna be so groovy. So beautiful." 

" =Sylvia kept up her finger efforts for a few more minutes. She then 
removed her fingers from her ' low's legs, switching the efforts to her 
buttocks. Sim worked her fingers with great enthusiasm over her ass cheeks, 
and as she squeezed them, Monica's body twisted more rapidly than before. 
Sylvia liked the manner in which she manipulated her buttocks, flinging them 
back and forth, reacting to the hot finger stabs. 

"Oh, baby, you really know how to take charge," Monica laughed. "Keep 
running your fingers over my hot butt. Oh, baby, you can do it. You really 
know how to do it. Sweetheart, oh, honey, you're so great. Just keep moving. 
Oh, darling, I really want it." 

As her fingers kept on sliding, Sylvia recognized just how aroused Monica 
was becoming. She knew that soon she would just have to sink her tongue down 
between, her legs and drive it against her mound. But before she got to that 
juncture, she would see to it that Monica was placed into as wild a state of 
expectation as possible. 

She pinched her ass cheeks several times, then moved her fingers upward 
toward her lover's breasts. 

"Oh, squeeze my tits," Monica nodded. "Come on, dear. Oh, run your fingers 
over them." 

"Like this?" 

"Oh, yeah, I dig it." 

"How hard should I squeeze?" 

"Just as hard as you damned well please. Come on, baby. Oh, run your fingers 
over my hot tits. Ahhh, baby, squeeze my nipples. Please squeeze my nipples. 
I need that. I need those movements." 

"Then that's what I'll do for you." 

"Yeah, really squeeze them. Come on, honey. Oh, clutch them, baby. Run your 
fingers over them. Oh, sweetheart,, you really know how to do it. Baby, oh. 
this I like. Come on, clutch my breasts. Oh, run your fingers over my hot 
tits like that, baby. Yes, dear. Oh, move your fingers over my hot tits." 

As Monica's hips swung back and forth, Sylvia planted her fingers ever 
deeper against her breasts. She scraped her hot tots with her fingers, then 
reached out and began to tweak her nipples. Every time that she came into 
contact with Monica's nipples, Monica would heave a deep sigh. 

"Oh, I love the nipple action," she exclaimed, "this is so fantastic, honey. 
Yes, oh, I like your movements. I really do. This is great, baby. Oh, drive 
your fingers against them. Sweetheart, oh, darling, toy with them. Come on 
and play with them, honey. Oh, I like die way you're doing it. You're redly 
hypnotizing me with your Anger efforts. Oh, this is so nice. Oh, it's just 
super groovy. Come on, baby. Oh, play with my tits. Just let yourself go." 

Sylvia kept up her steady finger stabs for a few more minutes. She then 
released her fingers from Monica's hot breasts. She dropped her tongue 
downward toward Monica's tits. She slid her tongue against Monica's left 
breast. Back and forth she worked her tongue, driving it at an incredibly 
rapid speed. As she kept up her hot movements, driving the tongue back and 
forth, lovely Monica was thrown into a tizzy of passion. 

"Oh, honey, keep it going," she said. "Just keep driving your tongue, baby. 
Oh, honey, I really like your action. Come on, suck me, baby. Oh, suck my 
hot tit. Yes, darling. Oh, I like it. I like what you're doing for me. Come 
on and suck, baby. Oh, honey, come on and lick my hot breast. Oh, do it, I 
really want you to lick it. Oh, suck, suck, darling." Sylvia wound her 
tongue around one nipple ever so feverishly, then switched her activities. 
She went on to the breast, slipping her tongue back and forth, penetrating 
with great enthusiasm. 

"Oh, you're great," Sylvia's lover said. "Sylvia, baby, oh, you really know 
how to suck my hot tit. Oh, you really know how to do it." 

While Sylvia's tongue kept on working at an ever expanding pace, she decided 
it was time to reach down and begin to play with her lover's mound. She let 
her right hand drop down toward Monica's pussy. Ever so smoothly and slowly, 
she asserted 'herself, sliding her fingers ever so slowly inside her lover's 
pussy. 

"Oh, you're really stabbing me now," Monica said. "I like the way you're 
fingering my snatch. Come on and slide them, baby. Oh, darling, come on and 
do it. Oh, work your fingers, sweetheart. Oh, drive them inside my snatch. 
Baby, oh, I really want it. Oh, honey, this is nice. I really love the way 
you're Angering me. Keep it up, sweetheart. Oh, baby, come on and finger my 
mound. Sweetheart, oh, come on, keep sucking my breast. Work your tongue 
around my nipple. Baby, oh, I want you to do it. Oh, sweetheart, I love it." 

Her whole body twisted back end forth, spinning wildly as Sylvia kept up her 
steady flow of activity. The faster that she sucked her nipple, the quicker 
that she asserted her fingers inside her lover's pussy. 

"Oh, this is really nice," Monica said, nodding. "Keep it going, baby. Oh, 
drive your fingers, sweetie. Oh, come on, really propel them. Work them 
quickly into my snatch. Oh, I like the way you're keeping everything going, 
sweetheart. Oh, darling, come on and work your fingers. Oh, drive them 
inside my hot snatch. Oh, baby, let's do it. Come on, honey. Ob, keep the 
action going. 

Sweetheart, oh, honey, I'm really digging it." 

As the action continued, Sylvia could tell from the manner in which Monica 
was breathing that she was getting that much closer to the point Where she 
just had to have her pussy sucked. She knew that quickly she would have to 
remove her . fingers from Monica's mound and start asserting her tongue. 

"Come on, baby, just keep it up," Monica said. "Oh, honey, I'm feeling such 
great excitement. You've really got to do it for me. Ah, honey, you've got 
to bring me off. You've really just got to." 

Monica finally felt Sylvia removing her fingers from her pussy. Sylvia had 
decided that it was time for her to start sucking. Sylvia dropped her tongue 
down toward Monica's left leg. She looked at the hot, trembling thigh, then 
began to assert her tongue against it. While she slid her tongue ever so 
eagerly against the smooth, warm skin, she reached inside her pussy and 
fingered it with swift, decisive strokes. 

"Oh, damned, now you're driving me wild," Monica said, "this is really love, 
baby. Oh, you know how I get turned on when you suck my thigh-And now you're 
doing more than that. You're sucking my thigh and you're playing with my 
pussy. That's so great, honey. Oh, I really do dig it, Come on, baby. Oh, 
suck my hot thigh. Play with my snatch. Oh, these are such good feelings. 
Oh, it's so beautiful, baby. Yes, darling. Oh, keep it going. Come on, 
sweetheart. Oh, move your fingers. Come on and do it, baby. Yes, you can 
really do it." 

As her hips kept swinging back and forth, Sylvia asserted her tongue even 
more quickly than before. And all the while she drove her fingers with 
spectacular smoothness deep inside her lover's hot gash. 

"Oh, you're gonna have to start working with your tongue now," Monica said 
with mounting desperation. "I'm getting so excited, lover. I really am. Oh, 
baby, I can't take too much more of this . kind of passion. Oh, it's just 
too much." 

She removed her tongue from the left leg, then let it sweep ever so 
vigorously against the right. All the while Monica's body danced. Her body 
jumped up and down on the bed as she bounced on her hot ass cheeks, getting 
more and more agitated. 

"Oh, your pussy fingering is too much," she said. "Pretty soon you're just 
gonna have to suck me, baby. Oh, I'm gonna have to have your suck. You're 
gonna have to drive your tongue into my hot love pit. Come on, honey, and do 
it. You've got to stroke me. 

As Sylvia removed her fingers from Monica's pussy, rite looked at her lover, 
who was lying there on the bed, panting ever so tenaciously. 

"All right, I guess you've proven your point," she grinned. "I suppose it's 
time to move on to the sucking." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Sylvia dropped her tongue down between ... Monica's legs. She reached out 
and clutched at her thighs, which were now wet from the saliva she had 
imparted to them. She held on firmly to her lover's legs, then began to 
slide her tongue ever so slowly against her pussy. 

"Oh, honey, work your tongue," she said. "Come on, Sylvia darling. Slide 
your tongue inside my mound. Drive your tongue against my pussy, baby. Dh, 
you've really got to do it. Come on and suck me,-sweetheart. Oh, baby, come 
cm, you can really bring me off. You can redly bring me to a State of 
excitement. Oh, I'm there right now. All you've got to do is bring off my 
juices. You can do it with your tongue movements, baby. Yes, lover. Oh, 
drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, really cut loose, baby. Oh, darling, come 
on and drive it. Sweetheart, oh, come on and suck me." 

As she initiated her tongue movements, she slid her tongue back and forth, 
propelling it eagerly deep inside her lover's mound. As she kept on denting 
her box, driving her tongue with fervent determination against her lover's 
snatch, she quickly propelled toward a climax. 

"Oh, work it," she said. "Come on, baby. Oh, drive your tongue inside my 
mound. Sweetheart, oh, come on and suck me. Oh, suck it. Suck my hot mound. 
Oh, darling, come on and work it. Oh, faster, baby. You've got to really 
turn on the speed." As Sylvia kept asserting herself with her hot tongue, 
she tried to convince herself that she was reaching the same kind of 
dramatic heights that she had with her lover Harry. But once more she 
recognized in the ultimate sense that she had not attained that level at 
all. She was able to work herself into a certain state of excitement, but 
nothing compared to what she had known with Harry, the man of her dreams. 
She had gone to Monica as a means of proving that she didn't need Harry, but 
now just the opposite was occurring. Even as she was wagging her tongue, 
driving deep inside her lover's moist pussy, she knew that she wanted Harry 
more. 

"Drive it, baby," Monica sighed. "Oh, honey, you're really working your 
tongue. You're really blasting away, baby. Oh, keep blasting. Keep up your 
tongue movements. Keep up those efforts, sweetheart. Oh, baby, come on and 
suck me. Drive your tongue, dear. Oh, honey, come on and work it. Oh, work 
your tongue. Blast away, sweetheart. Oh, suck me. Darling, keep sucking me. 
I'm in heaven, sweetheart. I'm in heaven with every suck. Oh, baby, you're 
really blasting. Your tongue is beautiful. You know just how to manipulate 
it inside my mound. Keep on working it, sweetheart. Oh, do it, baby. Oh, 
come on, darling. Yes, honey. Oh, suck me. Come on, give me a nice hot suck. 
Oh, I'm burning up. I'm really burning up. Just a few more strokes. Oh, 
you've got to get me off. Baby, oh, you've really got to get me off, you've 
got to drive me to climax. You've got to bring me right to the brink of 
orgasm. You're doing it with your tongue movements. Oh, just keep blasting 
away. Just keep driving your tongue. Oh, honey, keep it up. Yes, darling, 
oh, you've really got to keep it up." 

A few hot, thrusting tongue sensations later, Sylvia recognized she had her 
lover right on the verge of an orgasm. She reached out and clasped her 
fingers ever so firmly around her lover's ass cheeks. As her lover's hips 
swung back and forth, Sylvia kept on driving her tongue and hanging onto her 
buttocks. 

"Ahhh, I'm gonna blast away," Monica said. "Just keep hanging onto my butt, 
baby. Oh, keep running your fingers over them, darling. Hold on, lover. Oh, 
baby, come on and hang on. Oh, drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, work it, 
baby. Oh, slide it inside my mound. Darling, oh, just keep it working. Oh, 
keep your tongue going. Baby, oh, blast away. Work your tongue. Oh, come on 
and drive it. Yes, honey. Oh, baby, come on and slide it. Oh, suck me, 
honey. Oh, suck my mound." 

A few solid strokes later, Sylvia's legs twisted back arid forth. She 
recognized that the moment of climax had arrived. The juices were getting 
set to spray inside her lover's mouth. 

"Oh, honey, here I go," she said. "Oh, baby, I'm blasting away. Oh, swallow 
my juices. Sweetheart, oh, come on and swallow them. Oh, baby. Yes, honey. 
Oh, go get them." 

Sylvia summoned every ounce of enthusiasm she could muster as she went after 
her lover's juices. 

She gobbled hard, hoping that she would get as excited as Monica apparently 
was. 

"Come on, baby, oh, stick with it," Monica said, "darling, oh, come on, 
stick with the sucking. Sweetheart, oh, go get every drop. Yeah, you're 
gonna do it. Baby, oh, you're gonna go after every hot drop. Swallow the 
stuff, baby. Yes, lover. Oh, swallow every bit of it. This is groovy, 
sweetheart. Oh, it's so great. Come on, sweetie. Swallow the juices. Oh, 
you've got to swallow them." 

Sylvia's tongue kept darting back and forth, working at a hot, rhythmic 
pace. She was determined to please Monica in every way. She tensed her body, 
working her tongue, collecting the droplets of pussy juice that bolted from 
her lover's mound. 

When Sylvia finally removed her tongue from Monica's pussy, Monies looked at 
her and grinned. 

"You know, we haven't done it democratic style this time," she said. 

"What do you mean?" 

"What do you think I'm talking .about, you silly little girl? I mean I'm 
talking about doing it together. I'm talking about doing it sixty-nine 
style." 

"I guess you're right. We've done it individually both times." 

"There's no reason why we can't do it together." 

"No, there's certainly no law against it" 

"Then let's really get into It I want to suck out your mound, and while I'm 
doing it I want to feet the same sensations." 

"All right, that's what we'll da Well exchange hot sueks. Well move our 
brisk tongues-around each other's hot mound." 

"I like just the sound of that" 

"I guess you'll like the action even better." 

"No doubt." 

Monica started off by reaching out and toying with .her lover's pussy. She 
worked her fingers back and forth, jerking them at a quick, sustained pace. 

"You do the same thing for me," Monica said. "Come on, honey. Oh, just slide 
your fingers inside my mound. Let's do it together, baby. Oh, we need that 
togetherness. Let's really get those fingers moving." 

"Oh, yeah, we'll definitely get them into motion, baby." 

Sylvia reached out with her right hand, allowing her fingers to go to work 
inside. Monica's stall sizzling, moist pussy. 

The girls worked their fingers back and forth inside each other's mound, and 
as they did so, they excited each other additionally through flipping their 
hips They worked them back and forth, and as they knew each other's gorgeous 
body, they became that much more agitated, getting more prepared for the big 
moment 

"Oh, I've got to wind my tongue around inside your nest again," Monica said. 

"I'll just bet. And I'll be doing the same thing for you." 

"Oh, we really dig each other." 

"We sure do. And as you'll recall we always did love those sixty-nine 
sessions we used to have." 

"Of course we did. It's great when you're giving and getting at the same 
time." 

"You can't hope to beat that sensation." 

Monica got so carried away with the finger action that she felt a compulsion 
to thrust her tongue into motion. So she briskly withdrew her fingers from 
Sylvia's pussy, sliding her tongue forward and working it inside Sylvia's 
box. 

"Oh, you're getting it rolling," Sylvia said. "Baby, oh, you're starting out 
slow. That's the way you've got to do it If you started out fast, we'd be 
juicing in no time at all. You know the pace, baby. Oh, you're really an old 
pro. You really know how to .do it. You really know how to get me turned 
oh." While Monica eagerly slipped her tongue around inside Sylvia's box, 
Sylvia reached out and clasped s. 

Her fingers around Monica's trembling ass cheeks. She readied out and began 
to slap at her buttocks, enjoying the hot finger stabs. 

"Oh, baby, what a cute ass you've got. You really know where it's at Oh, I 
love this action." 

"Oh, darling, these are good movements. I really like the way you're doing 
it. Oh, I love the way you're slipping your tongue inside my box. Oh, it's 
so very beautiful." 

As Sylvia slapped at Monica's ass cheeks a few more times, she knew that the 
time had arrived for her to get her tongue into high gear. Monica for one 
thing would be expecting it. 

Sylvia moved her fingers from Monica's ass cheeks. 

"Here we go, baby," die exclaimed. "Now it's time for me to start sucking 
you." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Sylvia was aware that the moment had arrived. She would reach out with her 
tongue and begin exchanging brisk slides with her lover Monica. She was 
hopeful that she could still reach this peak of sexual exhilaration that she 
had anticipated attaining. She felt that it was imperative for her to do so 
to prove a point to herself that Harry wasn't as needed a sex outlet as she 
might have thought. 

"Okay, my tongue is gonna really go to work now," Sylvia said. "Just wait 
until I Slide it inside your mound, baby. Oh, you're really gonna enjoy it 
I'm gonna give you such a suck that you're not gonna believe it. Oh, honey, 
this is gonna be so groovy. I'm gonna really drive , my tongue inside your 
mouth. Oh, what sensations I'm gonna give you." 

Monica kept on wiggling her tongue, and as she heard Sylvia make her 
pronouncements,, she began to wield it even more quickly than before. She 
wanted to prove to her lover Sylvia just how much she thought of her, and as 
her tongue kept sliding around inside her lover's pink slit, Sylvia felt 
that it was time for her to press on. 

She wiggled her tongue, sliding it forward, then planting it securely inside 
her lover's box. Back and forth she commenced to work it., driving it 
eagerly, propelling it into her lover's pussy. 

As the action evolved, their hot bodies wiggled ever so furiously. They kept 
on driving their tongues, working, them with great impact, pushing each 
other ever closer to the big moment. 

Ever so vigorously they sucked, driving their tongues onward, pressing and 
pushing as they propelled each other ever closer to the big moment. Sylvia 
could see that there was no way that she could withstand many more of the 
intense sucks that her lover was providing. Monica kept up her bunting pace, 
driving her sizzling tongue deep into her lover's steaming womanhood. As 
Sylvia received the hot tongue jolts, she angled her butt ever higher, 
enjoying the fact that she was providing such an imposing target for her 
lover's tongue efforts. 

While Monica kept up her stimulating tongue stabs, Sylvia in turn kept 
working her tongue ever so enthusiastically. She continued driving it back 
and forth, propelling it forward; pushing it with spectacular enthusiasm as 
she worked her lover that much closer to the point of climax. 

A few sturdy tongue strokes later, Monica recognized that she had Sylvia 
exactly where she wanted her. Sylvia's body was flipping back and forth ever 
so excitedly, and she knew that just a few strokes later she would be there. 

As the juices finally started to shoot from Sylvia's pussy, Monica began to 
swallow them. She gobbled with beauty and excitement, decided to turn the 
whole event into as great a spectacle as possible. She kept on swallowing 
the juices, providing a bit of artistic mastery with her strokes, gobbling 
up the pussy juices. 

When Monica swallowed the last few droplets, she removed her tongue from 
Sylvia's pussy. She stretched out on her back, and slid her hips resolutely 
bade and forth, begging her lover to finish her off. 

"Oh, honey, that was so groovy sucking out your mound," Monica said. "So 
come on, Sylvia, honey, and finish me off. Oh, my hips are gonna keep 
dancing. I'm gonna keep exciting you, baby. Yes, my mound can do that. My 
hot pussy can throw all kinds of wild enthusiasm into this action. So come 
on, sweetheart, and finish up your stroking. Just drive your tongue. Come on 
and propel your longue inside my box. Oh, sweetheart, oh, you've really got 
to keep it going. Oh, suck out my mound. Yes, baby, oh, honey, let's do it. 
Oh, I'm gonna juice, sweetheart. Baby, oh, here it goes. Ahhh, the juices 
are shooting. They really are. Oh, honey, come on and swallow. Oh, swallow 
every one of them. Baby, oh, this is so nice. Oh, suck out my mound. Come 
on, honey. Oh, suck out every drop." 

As the juices kept on spilling from Sylvia's pussy, she reached put with 
both hands and ran her fingers through Monica's hair. She kept gasping and 
sighing as the juices kept on shooting from her hot mound. 

"Oh, suck all of it out of me," Sylvia signed. "Ah, go ahead, my dear. Oh, 
baby. You're so good." 

A few sturdy strokes later, Monica removed her tongue from Sylvia's pussy. 
She had brought Monica to climax. . 

"Okay, now I wonder what I should do for an encore," Monica laughed. "You 
know what I think would be good?" 

"What's that?" Sylvia replied. 

"How about getting our pussies together. We never did that too often, but on 
the occasions when we did, it was really something." 

"Oh, yeah, rubbing our clits together," Sylvia nodded. 

"That's right. Boy that's what I call spectacular excitement." 

"Yes, I guess it is." 

"You ought to remember." 

"We had quite a time of it." 

"Okay, so we've done it before, and we can do it again. This is gonna be so 
beautiful." 

"It sure is. Do you want me to get on top?" 

"You can if you want to, Sylvia honey. I've . always told you to feel free 
to do exactly as you please." 

"You know me. That's my style." 

 "Yes, it definitely is. Okay, dear, so I'll just stretch out on my back. 
You can control the action. Just see to it that you run your clit over mine. 
That way we'll both go into a state of wild enthusiasm. 

"I guess that we will." 

As Sylvia's lover stretched out on her back,-Sylvia climbed on top of her. 
She positioned her body atop Monica's, moving her pussy forward, propelling 
her vagina toward Monica's. 

"Okay, dear, I'm gonna really plunge my pussy into yours," Sylvia exclaimed. 
"I wonder if I ought to play with your tits while I'm doing it." 

"Oh, darling, I think we ought to play with each other's tits," Monica 
laughed. "That'll add a new dimension to the fuck. That'll be so groovy, 
honey. Oh, yeah, I want to reach out and grab your breasts. As a 
matter-of-fact, I'm gonna do it right now." 

Monica reached out with both hands, clutching at her lover's hot tits. She 
held on ever so firmly, clinging sharply to her lover's breasts as Sylvia 
got set to clutch at Monica's tits. 

"Oh, honey, that's nice," Sylvia said. "I guess one good turn deserves 
another. Ahhh, I can run my fingers against your breasts, too. We can really 
have ourselves a time of it." 

"We certainly can." 

"Then I suggest that I get right into it." 

"Come on, grab my hot knobs," Monica said. "God knows lean use all of the 
sensation that I can get." 

"You really are horny," Sylvia laughed. "There just doesn't seem to be any 
way to please you." 

"I guess hot Not when I get this excited." . . 

: "Then I'll get right into it. I'll clutch Vour breasts. I guess that's 
agood way to warm each other up." 

"Not that I need all that much warming." 

"No, I guess not." 

; As their hips wiggled back and forth, Sylvia reached out and began 
clutching at Monica's nipples. She held on firmly, flipping her fingers back 
and forth, and all the while Monica's ass cheeks slid back and forth. She 
kept on clutching at Sylvia's hot tits, and the longer that she clutched, 
the better that she enjoyed the brisk activity that was developing between 
them. 

They kept up their steady, fervent finger stabs. The quicker that they 
unleashed their fingers, working them around each other's hot breasts, the 
closer that they got to the point where they knew they had to get into the 
actual fucking. 

"I wish that you'd French with me!" Monica exclaimed. "Oh, yeah, while' 
we're playing with each other's hot tits, that would be beautiful. Just 
slide your tongue inside my mouth. Come on, dear. Oh, let's really exchange 
tongue stabs. Let's get it on, baby. Oh, I want that hot excitement. Come 
on, darling. Oh, come on, sweetheart. Oh, let's really tongue each other." 

Sylvia leaned forward, thrusting out her hot red tongue. As Monica opened 
her mouth, Sylvia seized on the opening. She planted her tongue inside it, 
allowing it to securely fasten against Monica's tongue. They felt each 
other's bet breath and exchanged brisk stabs, driving their tongues hack and 
forth ever so fervently, supplying each other with all kinds of beautiful 
sensations. 

As their bodies shook wildly, they kept on stabbing each other's hot tongue. 
They continued driving their tongues forward, working them ever so quickly, 
pushing each other into a state of ever greater excitement. 

Their tongues kept working back and forth until Sylvia decided that it was 
time to get into the actual fucking. She removed her tongue, then slid her 
body forward toward Monica's. She wiggled her hips as ate slipped bar 
clitoris against Monica's, Together they began to flip their bodies, 
generating all kinds of excitement for one another. 

"Oh, honey, you're really driving your hips," Monica said. "Just keep that 
kind of action going, baby. Oh, yeah, dear. I really dig it. Oh, can I ever 
dig it. Baby, oh, wiggle your body. That's it Oh, your clit's right over 
mine." 

"Oh, damned. Do you feel the same kind of wild itch that I do?" 

"Of course I do. This is where it's at, honey. Oh, keep grinding your hips. 
Grind them faster." 

"Reach out and touch them!" Sylvia exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Oh, touch 
them. Darling, oh, you've just got to do it. Run your fingers against them." 

"Oh, I will. Just try and keep patient." 

"Who the hell can be patient at a time like this?" 

"I know," Monica laughed. "I was just kidding." As she kept on wiggling her 
body, Sylvia sustained her pace. She plunged her pussy against Monica's, 
feeling the ever developing itch as she moved ever closer to climax. 

"Oh, I'm gonna juice," Sylvia said. "My pussy's gonna have to shoot very 
quickly, darling. Oh, baby, ahhh, I'm so excited. Oh, there's only so much 
excitement anybody can take. And then a person just has to juice: I'm just 
about ready, baby. Oh, that feels so groovy. This is so' great Oh, here we 
go. I'm gonna shoot darling. Yes, honey, oh, the juices are just gonna have 
to spray." 

As Sylvia moved that much closer to the big moment of orgasm, her hips spun 
ever more quickly. She kept on plunging her body against r Monica's, and her 
breathing consisted of no more than gasps and sighs as she kept it up. 

"Oh, I'm gonna shoot" Sylvia exclaimed. 

"So am I," Monica replied. "We're gonna do it together, baby. Oh, how 
groovy. How super groovy. This is fantastic." 

"Ahhh, here I go," Sylvia announced. "The juices, darling, oh, they're 
shooting. They're shooting so wildly. It's so beautiful, honey. Oh, it's 
just sensational. It's magnificent. Oh, darling, groovy, oh, this is good." 

Sylvia finished her orgasm. As she kept up her rippling ass movements, 
propelling her ass cheeks back and forth, she was giving Monica the 
opportunity to climax. 

"Come on, honey," Sylvia smiled. "Let's see you juice now, sweetheart." 

"Oh, yeah," Monica nodded, "here I go, honey. Oh, the juices, my juices are 
spilling. This is so great. Oh, I feel so wonderful. Oh, honey, it's so 
great to juice. Oh, baby, it's good. Oh, sweetheart, oh, it's beautiful." 

A few seconds later, Sylvia rolled over on her back. She and Monica both 
needed a brief respite from the screwing. 

"I just want to catch my breath," Monica said. "Then I want to go back to 
fucking you again." 

"My gosh, honey. What haven't .we done?" 

"There's one thing," Monica smiled. 

"Oh, you mean the cock bit?" 

"That's right. I've still got my dildo around here. 

I'd like to play the role of a man and fuck you. Would you mind if I did 
that? I mean, I know how you're always very particular about what a person 
can and can't do." 

"I wouldn't mind it one bit," she said. "Sure, baby. You can fuck me. As a 
matter-of-fact, I'd enjoy it." 

"That's the kind of talk I like to hear," Monica's eyes brightened. "You 
know, this has been one of the most rewarding evenings of my life. You 
coming back into my life after quite an absence. Gosh, it's so great to have 
you back. This is a homecoming celebration. That's what it is." 

"It's a real happening," Sylvia chuckled, reaching out and sliding her right 
hand up and down her lover's left thigh. 

"Oh, baby, it's so great when you touch my leg like that. I love it." 

"You can get into the fucking any time you want to, sweetheart. You can 
drive your dildo into my pussy." 

"Okay, honey. I think that I've had all the rest that I need. I'm ready to 
get into it with you right now. I'm ready to drive my cock inside your 
pussy." 

As Sylvia remained on her back, she observed her lover getting up from the 
bed. Monica walked over toward a nearby drawer, which she opened. She 
removed a huge plastic dildo, which she strapped ever so carefully to her 
waist. As she turned around and faced Sylvia, she stroked the plastic tip of 
the makeshift penis. 

"Just how do you like this, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice beaming husky 
as she walked toward the bed. "Your man is ready to fuck you." 

"Come on, baby. Oh, I'm ready for you to have at me. You can plunge your hot 
dick inside my pussy. Oh, yeah, honey. I want yog to do it." 

"That's good. I'm glad I've got your permission, sweetheart. Now I can 
really cut loose. I hope you're ready for a great fuck." 

"Oh, yeah, sweetie. Come on and drive your cock. Oh, drive it inside me. 
Give me a good hot screw. Come on and fuck me. Push your hot cock into me." 

"Oh, honey." 

She Worked her fingers up and down Sylvia's legs. As she stroked her hot 
thighs ever so carefully, she got set to propel her body forward. 

"Oh, this is like out of a dream;" Monica said. "You're bade, honey, and 
we're fucking like we used to. Oh, sweetheart, this is great. I'm really 
gonna screw you, sweetheart. Oh, am I ever gonna drive my cock into you." 

Monica quickly asserted herself. She thrust the tip of the hot plastic dildo 
into her lover's mound. As she did so, Sylvia instinctively ground her hips 
back and forth, tightening her cunt muscles and preparing herself for the 
best possible screw. 

"Ah, I like the way you wiggle your body," Monica sighed. "Just keep that 
up, baby. Oh, you keep it up and I'll have a beautiful fuck." 

"Keep grinding your cock, dear" 

"I want to run my fingers over your tits. I'll bet they're as hot as ever." 

"Oh, you'd better believe it. They're always hot,, baby. Reach out and touch 
them, darling. Oh, baby, come on and touch them." 

As Sylvia's body kept twisting back and forth On the bed, Monica reached out 
and grabbed her breasts. She held on to her warm tits, fondling them ever so 
magnificently as she kept up her pumping movements, driving the plastic tip 
of the dildo as deeply as she could inside her lover's hot, twisting mound. 

"Keep grinding it," she exclaimed. "Oh, honey, I like your fuck. Oh, it's 
such a groovy fuck. Keep on driving your cock, honey. Oh, what a screw." 

"I'm gonna screw until you can't take it any more. I'm gonna screw until we 
both juice." 

"Oh, that's the only way to fly. We've got to keep it up until we both 
juice. Sweetheart, oh, give me some beautiful movement. Oh, I know you're 
gonna do it. Oh, you are doing it. Baby, oh, baby, you're great." 

Monica kept up her stroking, driving the hot dildo into Sylvia's ever 
aroused pussy. 

"Oh, honey, here I go," Sylvia said. 

"Me, too," Monica gasped. 

At that point Monica removed her fingers from Sylvia's breasts. She reached 
down and clutched at her buttocks, holding on firmly as the juices bolted 
from her pussy. 

"Oh, honey. I'm there," Monica said. "Sweetheart, oh, ohhh, I'm there." 

"Oh, baby, kiss me," Sylvia exclaimed. "I want you to kiss me. Yes, oh, 
honey, kiss me." 

As Monica slipped her tongue inside Sylvia's mouth, passionately letting it 
splash against her lover's, the juices began to shoot from Sylvia's mound. 

Sylvia's orgasm ended a long and eventful evening for the two girls. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

As Sylvia left Monica's apartment that evening, she barely managed to hide 
the disappointment that had welled up within her. 

Monica was effervescent, and as she kissed Sylvia on the cheek at the door, 
she exclaimed: 

"I hope we get together again soon. Wow, this was just like old times. What 
a great fuck you gave me!" 

Sylvia recognized that the screw had meant a lot more to Monica than it bad 
to her. Unfortunately, she had barely been able to get' untracked. Even 
though she had pushed herself to the limit, and had enjoyed some of the 
sensations, she knew that she hadn't had nearly as much fun with Monica as 
she had on those occasions when she'd had with Harry. It really bothered her 
a great deal that it was becoming more and more apparent that Harry was the 
one and only man for her. 

The following day, Harry walked into her office with a big smile on his 
face. 

"It's all set, baby," he began eagerly. 

"What is it that's set?" 

"It's all set for us to go to Las Vegas together." 

"Las Vegas?" 

"That's right. Mr. Jacobson was so pleased with our efforts in Miami, that 
he went for the idea of trying it in Las Vegas. I've got some more 
advertising campaigns thought up in my mind. All I need now is a talented, 
ingenious illustrator to put it all into a frame of reference. You're just 
the girl who can do it for me, sweetheart." 

"I'll say one filing about you, Harry. You're an operator, through and 
through." 

"Do you think I'll get by?" 

"Oh, you'll more than get by. So when will we be leaving?" 

"We'll be leaving the day after tomorrow. We j both have luxury suites, just 
like before. We'll be-? staying at Caesar's Palace. As you know, that's one 
of the best places in Vegas." 

"I've only been there one time before. Yes, that's the place where they had 
the two tennis matches with Jimmie Connors." 

"That's right. The match with Laver and Newcombe." 

"Yes, that is a nice place. I'm glad we have the separate accommodations, 
because I wouldn't Want you raping me." 

"That's right," he chuckled. "But I do hope you'll . let me into your room 
every now and then." 

"It all depends on whether you're a nice boy or not." 

"Look, honey. If I'm horny enough, I'll force my way in if I have to. You 
know me. When I want something from you, I'm gonna go after it. That's the 
way I am. At bottom, I'm really a very unsubtle person." 

"I know you to be very unsubtle." 

"You're damned right." 

Two days later they boarded a plane at Kennedy Airport for Las Vegas. The 
weather was bright and warm, and after they had rested for a few minutes in 
their respective rooms, Harry decided that it would tie a good idea to go 
for a swim; He picked up his telephone and called Sylvia's room, awakening 
Her from a nap. 

"Sweetheart, this is your lover-boy, Harry," he began. 

"As if I didn't know." 

"Listen, I'd sure love to take a swim in the pool; It would make me feel 
real good." 

"All right, darling. I think I could go for that, too. I had a nice pleasant 
nap." 

"That's good. So how about meeting down at the pool in about fifteen 
minutes?" 

"I'll see you then," she exclaimed, hanging up. A few minutes later they met 
at poolside. She immediately observed a hardening in the crotch area of 
Harry's white trunks as he observed her in her stunning red bikini. 

"Oh, damned, seeing you in a bikini is enough to provoke rape in any man," 
he laughed, "Just see that you contain yourself and don't try anything in 
the swimming pool," she told him. 

"I don't know. Maybe you'd better handcuff me." 

"I have a tendency to think that wouldn't be good enough. I'd probably have 
to use handcuffs on your cock." 

"That's true. Even without any hands, I'd still have the old pistol ready to 
use," he laughed. "And it can be a very devastating pistol at that." 

"I know. You've shot me enough with it." 

They burst into laughter. Harry reached put and grabbed his lover's hand. 
They walked ever so slowly toward the pool, jumping in together. They swam a 
few fast lengths. Harry was amazed at the dexterity exemplified by his lover 
in the water. 

"I'll be damned," he said. "I didn't know you were this good a swimmer." 

"I used to work as a swim instructor at the YWCA when I was working my way 
through college," she grinned. 

"I'll be damned. You're holding out on me. If anything you're gonna 
humiliate me in the water, baby." 

"I don't think so. You're selling yourself a little short. You really have a 
pretty good free style, dear." 

"I'm glad you think so. I'm inclined to think that it needs a lot of 
improvement." 

"I guess you're one of these super perfectionists." 

"How'd you ever guess?" 

"I know you pretty well." 

"You know, just seeing your beautiful body churning through that water makes 
me hornier than ever," Harry said hungrily. "How about a few more strokes, 
then some strokes of a different sort?" 

"I figured you'd be getting around to that," she nodded. 



"You don't expect me to live the life of a Trappist monk here in Vegas with 
you, do you?" 

"I wouldn't expect you to live the life of a Trappist monk anywhere," Sylvia 
exclaimed. 

"I don't suppose you would. Okay, baby, what do you say we take a few more 
laps, then go inside." 

"All right, dear." 

Their bodies churned relentlessly through the water several more laps. They 
then climbed out of the pool, walking quickly back to the hotel. As they 
arrived in Harry's suite, he reached out and slapped his. lover's buttocks. 

"What do you say we take a nice warm shower?" he said. "That'll get us even 
more into the mood.' It'll supercharge our bodies. Between that and the 
swim, we're really gonna be ready to go." 

"You think of everything. I mean, your business executive's tendencies fall 
into every category. With you a fuck isn't just a fuck. It's a series of 
carefully conceived steps, just like a business conference." 

"I figure it helps to have a strategy for everything; particularly balling." 

"I guess you do have a point, my dear." 

Harry watched with great satisfaction as Sylvia removed her bikini top. 

"Ahhh, the boobs I love to squeeze," he grinned. She reached down and tugged 
at her bikini bottom, stepping out of it, revealing herself in the nude. 

"Ah, I'll have to get my trunks off," Harry said. With one swift stroke, 
Harry pulled his trunks down his legs, then removed them. Sylvia immediately 
got a look at his huge erection. 

"Oh, damned, you don't look like you need any shower at all," she said. "As 
a matter-of-fact, I'll probably be spending all of my time in there holding 
you off so that you don't orgasm prematurely." 

"No, everything's gonna be fine," Harry assured her. "We'll take a nice 
shower together, baby, and then we'll fuck."" 

They entered the shower together. Harry adjusted the water until it was just 
the right level of warmth. He reached out and immediately grabbed a bar of 
soap, plunging it into his lover's anus. 

"I figure I'm gonna be doing some ass sucking," he told her. "So I want your 
asshole nice and clean, ready for a good suck." 

"Okay, baby. Move the way you use your tongue. You really do know how to 
drive it inside my ass." 

"You're damned right," Harry asserted. "I know exactly what you want and 
what's good for you." 

Harry also soaped down his lover's breasts, following which he did an 
effective job on her can't. He then removed the bar of soap, allowing the 
splashing waters of the shower to penetrate against her smooth white ivory 
skin. 

A few moments later they were stepping out of the shower. Harry was reaching 
out with a towel and drying off Sylvia's beautiful body. He took particular 
delight in drying her buttocks and her breasts. 

"Oh, these tits, they're too much," he laughed. "Do I ever love running the 
towel over them." Harry then applied the towel to himself. He finished 
drying himself then motioned toward his lover.- 

"Just kit me kiss your lips once," he said. 

"I suppose t could do that." 

She stepped forward. Harry reached put with both hands, grabbing her 
breasts. He jerked at them, moving his fingers against hers. As their lips 
remained frozen solidly together, Harry recognized just how much he thought 
of beautiful young Sylvia. He just had to get her into the other room. He 
just had to slide her into the sheets and assert himself. 

It made him feel great to know that he was dominating Sylvia in a way that 
he was certain no other man had. It was a great feather in his cap, he felt, 
to be able to achieve in such a magnificent fashion. 

He removed his lips from hers, then grabbed her by the hand, walking her 
into the other room. 

"Come on, let's climb into bed," he said eagerly, his heart pounding 
rapidly. "I've got to fuck you right now," 

"You impatient little boy." 

"Around you, you're damned right. I'm as impatient as hell." 

"You. must really want me." 

"I always do. It's just a question of degree. But right now I want you more 
than ever." 

"Oh, honey. This time why don't you slip your I tongue inside my mouth." 

"That's just what I was getting around to doing." He swung his head forward, 
extending his tongue. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Harry shoved his tongue inside Sylvia's mouth. The moment that he began 
long, whip lashing his tongue ever so eagerly against hers, he reached out 
with both hands. He clutched at her breasts, maneuvering his fingers over 
them. He allowed them to slide in corkscrew fashion against her nipples, and 
the quicker that he manipulated his fingers against her breasts, the faster 
he also worked his tongue inside her mouth. 

As Harry kept up his blazing tongue pace, his penis became more 
overpoweringly hungry. He knew how badly he needed to get off his rocks, and 
recognized that as soon as he withdrew his tongue from his lover's mouth, he 
would just have to get his cock into high gear. 

When he turned his tongue loose from her mouth, he reacted out with his 
right hand, running his fingers up and down the full length of his huge 
pecker. As his fingers kept on clutching ids elongated rod, after a few more 
strokes, he looked at her and smiled. 

"I've never throat fucked you, have I?" he asked smilingly. 

"I thought you'd done just about everything to me that a man could do to a 
woman." 

"No, I don't believe I've ever done that." 

"What do you mean by a throat fuck?" 

"It means that I slide my cock right down your threat. I ram it inside there 
just like a regular pussy fuck. I slide it into you so hard that you can 
hardly even take a breath." 

"My God. That sounds a little too brutal to me." 

"Hell, no. You'll like it. In fact, you'll love it." 

"Let's not do that" 

"Look, I'm in the mood, baby. I insist on doing it I'm gonna ram my rod into 
your mouth. You're gonna swallow it. You're gonna swallow every drop of the 
hot stuff that's gonna spray out of there. You're gonna love every bit 
ofit." 

"You really are a strange one. If you're not forcing me into something, you 
don't seem to have half as much fun." 

"Listen, baby, you're gonna dig this. You're really gonna dig it. I'm gonna 
fuck the hell out of you. I'm gonna drive my prick inside your mouth. Just 
hang on, baby, because this is gonna be beautiful." His fingers worked up 
and down his long piston-like cock. He exercised them over, it for a few 
moments, then swiftly withdrew his fingers. He felt that it was time to 
plunge his cock deep inside his lover's mouth, to assert himself diligently, 
to provide her with some different sensations. 

"Oh, baby, am I ever gonna ram my dick into your mouth," he said. "I'm redly 
gonna plunge it, darling. Oh, I'm gonna go off in your hot mouth. I'm, gonna 
fuck you. Oh, am I gonna fuck your hot mouth. Sweetheart, oh, I'm gonna 
cream inside you." 

He leaned forward, propelling his cock toward her mouth. As he shoved it 
inside her hot mouth, he eased his hips back and forth, driving them 
diligently as he plunged his prick inside her. 

"Oh, honey, I love it," he sighed. "Sweetheart, oh, I'm really gonna grind 
it." 

As his hips moved back and forth with rhythmic rapidity, he kept working his 
penis ever deeper inside her mouth. He kept on edging his cock ever deepen 
propelling it that much closer to the base of her throat. 

"Sweetheart, oh, what a fuck," he sighed. "Oh, honey, am I gonna plunge it 
in there. Oh, baby, what a hot stick I've got. It's like dynamite. It's a 
damn stick of dynamite, sweetheart. A fucking stick of dynamite. I'm gonna 
keep plunging my prick into your mouth until I juice. Ah, baby, it's not 
gonna take that much more to make me juice. No way. Ah, darling, I'm really 
fucking you. Oh, baby, sweetheart, what a screw. Ahhh, I'm gonna keep 
ramming it into your throat. Oh, baby, this is gonna be beautiful. I'm gonna 
really fuck you. Oh, am I ever fucking. Sweetheart, oh, baby, what a screw. 
Ah, what a convincing screw. What a beautiful fuck." 

His hips kept flipping back and forth, and all the while he kept burying his 
hard code ever deeper into her mouth. He slammed his penis impatiently, 
driving it hard, pumping and pushing as he moved ever closer to the point of 
orgasm. 

"Oh, baby, here I go," he said. "There's no way that a guy can hold on for 
vary long with this kind of fucking. Oh, no, honey. Not when he's this hot 
Oh, sweetheart, you just get ready. Oh, here it ' goes. Baby, oh, I'm about 
ready to juice." 

As he pushed into the final stages of his fuck, rowing his hips harder than 
ever, driving his penis ever so sharply inside her mouth all the way to the 
base of her throat, Harry reached out and Slapped at her buttocks. He 
slapped several times, then removed his fingers from her ass cheeks. He let 
them dig ever so intensely into her breasts. He held on with great 
sharpness, plunging his dick ever more rigidly toward her month. A few 
strokes later, Harry recognized that he was about set to juice. 

His body spasmed several times, and at that point the first few droplets of 
scorching white juice shot from the end of his hard spear. 

"Oh, baby, here it goes," he Sighed. "Sweetheart, oh, swallow the stuff. Oh, 
honey, what a fuck. Ahhh, what a beautiful screw. Oh, you're eating it. 
You're gonna eat my hot juice. Baby, oh, swallow my fucking juice. Oh, this 
is great. Oh, honey, what great release." 

Harry's whole body trembled as the hot white cock juice kept spraying from 
the end of his rigid spear. He had badly needed the release, having worked 
himself into a frenzy of determined passion prior to the time of his 
penetration inside her mouth. 

"You're great," he sighed. "Oh, honey, you're, absolutely great. Oh, 
sweetie, what a screw. What a beautiful screw." 

A few moments later, Harry removed his hard cock from his lover's mouth. He 
looked down at her . and smiled. It was a smile of relief. 

"Oh, honey, I needed that one," he said. "What did you think of the throat 
fuck?" 

"I thought for a second that I was going to suffocate. I never realized just 
how big your code was until you started ramming it that deep Inside my 
mouth." 

"But I'll bet you found it erotic." 

"I did. And when those juices shot. Then I thought I was gonna drown." 

"You played it real cool," Harry laughed. 

"What else the hell could I do?" 

"I guess you have a point there," he smiled. "With my prick reducing you to 
a prisoner, I guess that that was the name of the game, just playing it 
cool." 

"It sure is, when you can't even speak." 

"I'll bet you loved every minute of it." 

"When I got used to it, yeah, it had its moments." 

"You're damned right it did," Harry said, leaning forward and kissing her 
lips. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Once that Harry had exploded his avalanche of cum inside Sylvia's mouth, he 
was determined to get in some more action. 

He immediately reached down with his left hand, permitting his fingers to 
move quickly over his lover's mound. He worked his fingers with great 
effectiveness, sliding them back and forth, driving Sylvia to an ever 
greater state of passion. As her hips wiggled, she kept on sliding her 
fingers, working ever closer to orgasm. 

"I want to eat out your box," he said. "Oh, honey, am I ever gonna muff dive 
you. When I saw you swimming through that water, oh, damned, did you ever 
look sexy." 

"Then go down on me, baby. Oh, honey, come on and work your tongue inside my 
mound. Come on, sweetie. Oh, drive your tongue." 

He slid his tongue forward, reaching out and fingering her thighs as he got 
set to put it to work. Back and forth he slid it, working it with steady 
determination inside her snatch. 

"Oh, baby, what a. tongue," Sylvia exclaimed. "You really know how to work 
it, sweetheart. (Mi, drive it inside my box. Oh, bony, you're great, whether 
it comes to your cock or your tongue. Oh, baby, are you ever working. Are 
you ever driving your tongue. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, keep up the action. 
Drive your tongue, baby. Oh, you're really working it." 

Ever so smoothly, Harry kept on manipulating his tongue. He drove it deep 
inside his lover's hot pink slit, and as Sylvia's body moved from side to 
side, flipping with frenzied passion, he kept up his plunging efforts. He 
stabbed with everything he had, working effectively, driving his tongue in 
an onslaught of passion. 

"Oh, baby, keep it sliding," she said. "Sweetheart, oh, you're moving me 
closer. Baby, oh, keep up those penetrating strokes. You're really doing it, 
sweetie. Oh, you're moving me toward climax. Oh, my pussy juices are gonna 
burst. They're gonna spray inside your mouth. Come on and suck me, doll. Oh, 
yeah, honey, oh, work your tongue." 

He kept on burying his tongue inside her hot box, working it with sweeping 
determination inside her snatch. As he kept up his swift stroking pace, he 
pushed her that much closer to the point of orgasm. He knew just how closely 
he had drawn her toward orgasm. 

"Oh, baby, just a few strokes more," she begged. "Come on, sweetie. Oh, come 
on and slide your tongue. Oh, slide it inside my box. Work it, sweetheart." 

A few moments later, the juices began to shoot from her pussy. As her hips 
wiggled back and forth, he eagerly devoured every droplet that sprang from 
her mound. 

"Ah, you're drinking it in," she sighed. "You're sucking in my gushing 
juices. Oh, baby, eat me. Come on, swallow every drop of the stuff. Oh, 
honey, go get the juices. Come on and swallow, them, my dear. Oh, 
sweetheart, you reallycan suck. Oh, baby, can you ever. Oh, honey, you're 
great. Come on, sweetie. Oh, swallow every drop. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, 
you're doing it. You're really sucking. Oh, baby, this is groovy. Oh, it's 
super groovy. Come on, eat out my juices. Ah, eat my mound." 

He kept on wiggling his tongue, swallowing every droplet of her hot juices, 
after which he removed his tongue from her snatch. 

"Okay, now I'm gonna eat out your asshole," he said. 

"Why didn't you do that before you sucked out my box?" 

"I had-my reasons," he grinned. "You'll find out in short order." 

"That's right I'm still talking to the big highpowered business executive. 
He has things thought out every step of the way." 

"You're damned right. This is more important to me that anything that goes 
on in the office. Yeah, that's my livelihood, but this is survival. Without 
a hot pussy to suck and fuck, I'm as good as dead. Okay, baby, you just get 
ready to receive some hot ass licks." 

He reached out and ran his fingers over his lover's buttocks. He squeezed 
them ever so fondly, then slipped his tongue inside her hot ass slit. As he 
worked it inside her hot crack, she once more began wiggling her body, being 
pushed into a torrent of excitement. 

"Oh, you're eating out my ass," she said. "It feels so good, baby. Ah, 
honey, you're really liking it. I know you do. You're wild about my butt. 
I'm glad you said you considered it the cutest butt you'd ever seen. Oh, 
sweetheart, do l ever love it when you appreciate my hot ass. Just keep it 
going, baby. Oh, keep up the pace. Work your tongue, honey. Oh, darling, 
come on, slide it in my ass." 

All the while, he kept up his faithful efforts, asserting his tongue 
passionately as it slipped inside her hot ass crack. As he wagged it back 
and forth, driving it with great determination inside her asshole, he 
reached out with both hands and clasped her buttocks. He held on ever so 
sharply, fingering firmly, squeezing her ass cheeks as he sucked her anus. 

"Ah, suck out my ass," she told him. "Come on, ' baby. Oh, drive your 
tongue, darling. Oh, come on, suck it, darling. Oh, eat out my ass, 
sweetheart. Yes, honey. Oh, baby, you're really sucking me." 

A few swift, determined strokes later, he removed his tongue from her hot 
asshole. 

"Now that cute butt is all steamed up," Harry grinned. 

"Oh, I think I'm now beginning to see what you've got in mind," she nodded. 

"You're damned right. I'm gonna drill your hot asshole." 

"You're gonna do it again." 

"Like I told you, it might be nice to fuck your cunt, it might be nice to 
suck it, it might be nice to suck your ass, but my favorite fuck from you, 
my sweet, is to ram my dick up your rosy red rectum." 

"I can hardly take it you're so wild about my ass." 

"It's so gorgeous, sweetheart. It couldn't be any better put together. You 
just wait, baby, I'm gonna drill it. Oh, damned, am I ever gonna drill it. 
First off I'm gonna finger fuck it. I'm gonna get it in the mood. Step by 
step, I've got to nurse you along. Then before I know it you'll be ready to 
fuck." 

"Oh, honey, you can do it. Come on, baby. Oh, slide your finger inside my 
asshole. I'm all for it, baby. Oh, you can thrust. You know how to thrust me 
with your finger." 

"You're damned right I do," he laughed. "You just wait, doll. Oh, honey, am 
I ever gonna wiggle my finger inside your hot ass." 

Harry reached forward with his right index finger. He penetrated with it 
ever so sharply inside her anus. At first he penetrated only the outer edges 
of her asshole, but-pretty soon he was asserting himself to the fullest 
extent, driving his hot finger deep inside her anus: He kept on plunging, 
pushing hard, driving his finger forward, exerting every bit of stimulating 
activity that he could- 

"Oh, baby, what an ass," he sighed. "Do I ever love finger fucking it Ohhh, 
the faster I drill it, the more excited I become." 

"Oh, keep up the finger fucking," Sylvia sighed. "You really know where it's 
at, sweetheart. HI give you credit for that. You're about as well informed 
on fucking as anybody I've ever met. Oh, as a matter of fact I've never met 
anybody quite like you. Come on and finger my asshole. Baby, oh, baby doll, 
finger my hot ass." 

Back and forth he kept up his hot, grinding finger stabs, pushing his finger 
deep inside her anus. The faster that he plunged his finger in her asshole 
the more excited that he became, realizing that soon he would have to 
explode his juices one more time. He considered the ass fuck to be the 
crowning moment of glory of any sex session, and Harry therefore wanted to 
make certain that everything was proper before he got into that phase of his 
vigorous activity. 

"Come on, plunge your finger," she said. "Oh, baby, you're really gonna 
grind it. You're really gonna give it to me. Sweetie, oh, honey, I really 
dig it. Oh, am I ever turning on with you." 

"That's good," he nodded. "That's what. I expected. Okay, baby, we're gonna 
really do it together. Oh, we're gonna have such a groovy fuck." Ever so 
eagerly, he kept on penetrating his finger high inside her asshole. He 
ground it diligently, plunging it hard and fast into her asshole. When he 
finally withdrew his finger from Sylvia's, anus, he looked down at her cunt. 

"I'm gonna get myself a little pussy fluid," he smiled, "and shove it into 
your asshole. That's all I'm gonna need. I'm gonna lubricate you a little, 
honey, and then I'm gonna fuck your asshole until I juice." 

"Oh, you're informed right up; to the minute," she laughed. "Come on, honey, 
you can do it. By now I'm ready to anything that you want." 

"My conditioning process is finally beginning to work out," he laughed. "I 
knew you'd finally reach the point where you'd say you were willing to do 
anything I wanted you to do." 

"I never thought I'd reach that point with any man," she conceded, "but here 
I am, ready to go. Okay, dear, you can fuck me. You can go right ahead and 
screw my asshole." 

"Okay, doll, but let's take it nice and easy," he said. "With so much 
pleasure at stake, I don't want to blow it by going off prematurely. I want 
to savor every moment of this beautiful action. Just get set, sweetie, 
because I'm gonna really stroke you." 

He removed the pussy juice from her mound, collecting it in his fingers. He 
then plunged it into her asshole, smiling eagerly as he did so. 

"Here we go," he said "I'm ready to have you, sweetheart. Come on and get on 
your stomach. Ah, just lie there on your stomach, baby. I'm gonna take care 
of the rest. I'm gonna penetrate your hot ass. I'm gonna really plunge you 
with my dagger dick. I'm gonna work my pecker into your asshole. I'm gonna 
really slide it, baby. I'm gonna grind it hard and fast. I'm gonna give you 
a fuck you're not gonna believe. Oh, sweetheart, Fin gonna really screw your 
asshole. I'm gonna fuck you hard. I'm gonna grind my dick inside you." 

He reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks. As he did so he pushed his cock 
forward, shoving it with penetrating precision toward her asshole. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna be inside your asshole," he grinned. "I'm really gonna 
drive my cock, baby. Oh, honey, here I go. I'm gonna be inside you. Oh, I'm 
gonna fuck it. I'm gonna fuck it. I'm gonna fuck this beautiful asshole. Oh, 
baby, I love it." 

Harry heaved a loud sigh. He tensed his body, then thrust his penis forward, 
permitting it to enter inside his lover's asshole. As he ground and stabbed 
his hard prick, driving it diligently forward inside her anus, he wiggled 
his ass cheeks appreciatively,-enjoying the strokes that he was providing. 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna go off inside your hot ass," he said, ever so eagerly 
stabbing her behind. "Ahhh, what a groovy asshole. I think I'll squeeze it. 
I love to squeeze those hot cheeks. Ah, m squeeze them while I'm fucking 
your asshole. Baby, oh, I really love it. Oh, do I ever love fucking your 
ass. Oh, let me at that hot ass." 

"Oh, damned, you're really stabbing it," she said. "I can feel it, baby. Oh, 
are you ever putting out. You really are. Oh, you're plunging hard. 
Sweetheart, oh, you sure are grinding it" 

"You're damned right," he gasped. "I'm gonna keep grinding it, baby. Oh, I'm 
gonna keep stuffing my hot dick inside your behind. I'm gonna work it, baby. 
Oh, honey, I'm gonna work it until I juice. This is really a screw, This is 
what I call a fuck. Oh, a magnificent fuck. A beautiful fuck. Oh, I love 
screwing you. I love shoving my dick inside your asshole." 

As Harry kept on penetrating with his savage tool, he fucked that much 
harder and faster. He kept On grinding his hard tool deep inside her, and 
soon he found himself on the verge of climax. 

He reached out and clasped her buttocks that much more sharply. He held onto 
her hot, twisting ass cheeks as he kept on screwing her, driving his cock 
forward, penetrating it inside her asshole. 

"Oh, baby, I've just got to juice," he said. "Ob, darling, I can't keep it 
up any longer. Ah, I wanted to hold off a little longer. But I can't do it. 
Oh, here I go. Ahhh, sweetheart, here go the juices." 

As he-kept on clutching her ass cheeks ever so sharply, the spraying juices 
bolted from the end of his cock. They spilled ever so voluminously out of 
the end of his spear and into her asshole. 

"Oh, baby, what a screw," he sighed. "Sweetheart, oh, this is a fuck to end 
all fucks. Baby, oh, groovy, ohhh, this is really groovy." 

As he removed his cock from her anus, Harry felt a tremendous degree of 
satisfaction, knowing that he had finally put his lover in the vulnerable 
position in which he wanted her. She was his virtual sex captive. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

During the remainder of the week-end that Harry and Sylvia spent in Las 
Vegas, Harry proceeded to thoroughly dominate her in every aspect of sex. 

When Sylvia returned to New York with Harry, she felt obligated to prove a 
point even further. Just because she had not felt the same degree of 
sensation having sex with Monica as she had experienced with Harry did not 
mean that she could not get turned on to a comparable degree if she met the 
right man. She kept thinking that perhaps her first lover,, Jim staples, who 
had failed to turn her on to the extent that Harry had, just wasn't for her. 
She began thinking that maybe any one of a number of men could cause her to 
feel great pangs of sensation. 

Her first evening back in New York, she decided to go to a prominent singles 
bar which was a significant meeting ground for a number of people. 

As she sat there having her first cocktail, a handsome, dark-haired young 
man in his late twenties-sat down next to her. 

"Hello there," he looked at her and smiled. "My name's Chuck." 

"Hi, Chuck. I'm Sylvia." 

"What do you do for a living, Sylvia?" 

"I'm an illustrator with an advertising company." 

"That sounds interesting." 

"How about you?" 

"I'm a college professor." 

"That's fascinating." 

"I got my doctorate just last year." 

"And so young, You must be ambitious." 

"I'm twenty-seven, and I work my tail off," he chuckled. 

"But you must be very ambitious and intelligent as well." 

"Nice of you to say so. I was just gonna have another drink. How about you?" 

"That would be fine, Chuck." 

Several drinks later, Chuck began getting friendlier. Sylvia found herself 
genuinely attracted to this handsome young man. She was telling herself that 
already she was forgetting Harry. He finally got bold enough to reach down 
and pat her leg. 

"You're gorgeous," he whispered. "What do you say we go up to my apartment 
for a drink? I live just a block from here. We can walk." 

"Sounds good," she smiled, eager to experiment in the act of iovemaking with 
another man. 

Chuck lived in a small but fashionably furnished apartment about one block 
from the bar; He poured the two of them a Scotch and soda, then sat next to 
her on the sofa. The lights had been dimmed for a romantic effect, and 
immediately he threw his arm around Sylvia. 

"You know, I don't believe in beating around the bush," I he smiled. "When 
it comes to desiring somebody, what the hell. I'm gonna tell that parson 
that I want sac. You know, that's what I like about life at the university 
right now. People are very open minded. These young kids. Hell, they'll come 
right out and tell you what they're thinking. Do you realize how many offers 
I have daily to go to bed with beautiful girls at school." 

"Quite a few, I'd say." 

"You're damned right. But I'm not about to take any of them up on their 
offers. Hell, that's mixing business and pleasure. On top of that, I'd get 
booted out fast if the administration ever found that I was having sex with 
a student." 

"I just imagine that you would." 

He finished his drink then looked over at Sylvia restlessly. 

"I want you, and I want you right now," he said. 

He threw his arms around her, planting his lips against hers. He held her 
tightly, pressing his chest against her breasts. 

When Chuck finally removed his lips from hers, he looked at her and smiled. 

"I suggest we head immediately for the bedroom," he said. 

"Your suggestion genuinely interests me." 

"That's good. I'm glad we're vibing together, baby." 

They made their way into the bedroom. Chuck immediately began to remove his 
clothes. Sylvia sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning her dress. 

While Chuck undressed, his eyes darted periodically over toward Sylvia. The 
greater the amount of her beautiful body that she revealed, the brighter the 
smile that erupted m his face. 

"Oh, damned, are you ever beautiful," he said. 'The more I see of you, the 
more turned on I get. Oh, what a gorgeous hunk of woman you are." As Sylvia 
removed her panties, Chuck was climbing out of his shorts. His huge erection 
immediately interested her, and she extended her legs, showing him her 
pussy. 

"Oh, honey, you're too much," he grinned. "The things that I don't want to 
do to you." 

He began by throwing himself into bed. He buried his head between her legs, 
reaching out with both hands and running his fingers up and down her thighs. 
While he massaged her thighs ever so carefully, Chuck slipped his tongue 
against her slit 

"Oh, you're in me," die said, flipping her body wildly. "Come on, eat me, 
baby. I'm horny for you. Oh, tongue my hot clit. Come on, baby. Oh, eat out 
my box. Sweetheart, oh, come on and plunge your tongue. Oh, bring me off, 
baby. Yes, oh, you're gonna bring me off. You're gonna make me climax. 
Sweetheart oh, suck it oh, suck my mound." 

As her hips danced back and forth, he kept on probing, driving his tongue 
ever more spectacularly inside her mound, A few strokes later, the juices 
shot from her pussy and into his mouth. He devoured every precious droplet, 
then removed his tongue. 

"Great," he said. 

"Now it's time for me to return the favor," she said, reaching out and 
grabbing his cock, which she fondled in her fingers. 

"Oh, you want to go down on me," he smiled. "Be my guest, baby ." 

"Honey, I can suck cock with the best of them." 

"I'm sure you can. You're welcome to try mine any time you want to." 

Sylvia jerked up and down on Chuck's long, nervous penis. While die fingered 
it, she readied down with her tongue and began sliding it over his balls. 
She probed his balls ever so carefully, running her tongue over them, and as 
she did so she kept on fingering his long dick. 

"Oh, eat out my cock," he said. "Come on, baby. Ah, slide your tongue over 
it. Do it any time. Oh, just don't omit too long or I'll be juicing in your 
fingers." 

She slid her tongue over the tip of his cock, then began to effectively 
slide it up and down the full length of his rod. She kept on plunging her 
tongue, driving it ever so zealously, working it with great proficiency. 

"(Mi, you're such a cock sucker," he gasped. "Damned, baby, oh, you don't 
let up for a second. 

Come on, dear. Oh, suck me." 

As she kept on gliding her tongue up and down Chuck's long pecker, he 
reached out and ran his fingers through Sylvia's hair. Ever so eagerly he 
kept his fingers in steady contact with her hair, and all the while e 
continued receiving the brisk tongue stabs against his cock. 

"Ah, keep clutching my balls," he said, "You can squeeze them for all you're 
worth, baby. Oh, I'm gonna go off. Sweetheart, oh, here I go. The juices, 
baby, oh, they're gonna spray. Ahhh, here it goes. Baby, oh, catch them. Ah, 
this is nice. Oh, it's so groovy. Sweetheart, oh, come on, suck it off. Oh, 
suck it." 

As the juices bolted from the end of Chuck's cock, Sylvia swallowed eagerly. 
She kept on gulping, resolutely taking in every droplet from his long cock. 

When she removed her tongue from his penis, Sylvia arrived at the moment of 
great reckoning. She could see that the thrills of sex that she knew-the 
ultimate thrill-was something that existed solely between herself and Harry 
Patrick. 

As handsome and as willing as young Chuck was, Sylvia realized that he could 
never replace Harry. She knew she would have to reconcile herself to the 
fact that she was Harry's woman, and if Harry made a command, it would be 
hers to follow. 

She got up quickly from the bed. 

"Where are you going, honey?" Chuck asked disappointedly. "You can stay the 
whole night, or at least for a little while longer." 

"Sorry, baby. This one had to be a quick bang. I've got to get home. I have 
to work on some illustrations tomorrow. I have a deadline that I've got to 
meet" 

"I'm real sorry to hear that," Chuck said. "That was such a great blow job. 
I'd like to see you again. I hope I will." 

"Maybe I'll see you at that bar again," Sylvia told him. 

"Yeah, I'm there about three times a week." 

"Then maybe we'll meet again." 

Sylvia was exercising as much resourcefulness as she knew how. She didn't 
want to be put in the embarrassing position of having Chuck ask for her 
phone number. 

She dressed as quickly as she knew how, then moved just as rapidly toward 
the door. 

"Thanks, honey," she said. 


THE END
