Overeager Wife
by Carl Ross


FOREWORD 

Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself 
leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat 
race fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of future wealth and 
power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect 
to see come true. 

In this story, a woman has learned to be outward and honest with her sexual 
desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand as a slut, though 
others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a 
sexually liberated soul-a person who not only feels sexually free, but who 
has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of Puritanism and 
censorship. 

OVEREAGER WIFE deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has 
tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have 
tried to advocate-but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or 
she decide his own standard of morality, just as this woman has done. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Eve Brownell put down the phone. It was the fourteenth obscene call she'd 
made that night. 

She was having a run of bad luck. No one seemed to be at home. Usually by 
this time she had reached at least four or five guys who liked to listen to 
her talk dirty. 

Making obscene calls really turned Eve on. She hadn't always been like this. 
Before she got married, she used to hang up on guys who called her and tried 
to ask her for a fuck or told her they'd like to lick her cunt-things like 
that. 

But since marrying Kenny Brownell, she didn't have much to get her excited 
at home. He worked nights at the box factory, so she never got any fucking 
from him at night, but he always seemed too tired to do it in the daytime, 
too. 

Eve was twenty-three and damned good-looking-red hair that she wore down 
around her shoulders, a pair of tits that spelled excitement for any guy who 
nuzzled his nose between them, and all the curves in all the right places. 

She was just too young and too hot to waste herself sitting around the house 
letting her pussy go to pot. Making obscene calls was something she got into 
almost by accident. 

One night, with Kenny at the plant, she was bored. There was nothing on 
television. She didn't want to go out to a movie and she'd read every 
magazine in the house. 

Her cunt was aching and needed a good fucking, and she knew she wasn't about 
to get one. Suddenly it just came to her-I'll just pick some guy's name out 
of the phone book and call him up and tease him, she thought. 

The more the idea dwelled in her mind, the more excited she got. After a 
couple of minutes of thinking about it, she almost ran to get the book. She 
fumbled through the pages, trying to find a name she liked. 

She didn't know just what she was looking for-just some name that hit her 
right. She'd know it when she saw it. Then suddenly she had it. There it 
was-Johnny Pollard. 

Eve closed her eyes and tried to imagine what he looked like-handsome, dark 
hair, nice smile, good build. He would be a wonderful fuck, and that's what 
she'd talk to him about. After all, he couldn't have any idea who she was, 
and she knew it was very hard to trace a call-despite what they say on TV 
and in the movies. 

Her heart was pounding as she picked up the phone to dial Johnny. Why hadn't 
she thought of this before? she wondered. This is really exciting! What a 
great way to fill a dull evening. It costs nothing and it's almost as much 
fun as getting a piece of ass. Her fingers nervously dialed the number and 
she waited as it rang. The blood was pounding in her temples and she felt 
her breath coming in short gasps. 

"Hello," the man's voice answered. 

"Hello . . . Johnny?" she said in her softest, sexiest voice. 

"Yes, who is this?" 

"This is Denise," she said, afraid to use her own name. "I've called to see 
if you'd like to have a good blowjob and a really hot fucking tonight." 

"Whaaaat?" he said. "Who the hell is this, anyway?" 

"I told you, Johnny, my name is Denise and I'd like to take your big hard 
cock and give it the juiciest, hottest tongue-bath it ever had. Then I'd 
like to lie down on your bed and let you give me a fucking that I'll never 
forget. Would you like that, Johnny?" 

"Well, it sure sounds interesting. What's the gimmick? Is this a joke or 
something?" 

"No joke, Johnny. My pussy is so hot it's ready to explode. I really need 
you tonight. Why don't you let me come over and fuck your ears off? I'd like 
to feel that hard cock of yours pounding into me." 

Eve was so excited she didn't know what to do. The whole idea was 
incredible. Her pussy was really hot, just like she'd told him. It was wet 
and swimming in her seeping cunt juice. Her temples were pounding and she 
was surprised she could even talk. Her throat was dry and parched; her 
fingers were twitching. 

"Well, you know, I've never had a phone call like this before, sweetheart," 
he said. "You sort of caught me by surprise." 

"Don't be alarmed, darling," she said. "It's on the level, all right. My 
husband works nights and I'm very, very lonesome. And I need a lot more 
fucking than I get at home. I was told you could give me all I need." 

"I don't know who told you that, but I don't like to turn down ladies who 
need help, that's true," he said. "How soon can you get over here?" 

"Well, I'm sorry, Johnny, but it's not quite as easy as that," she said. 
"I'd have to see you first before I come to your house. Can you meet me at 
the Ridgewood shopping center in about twenty minutes? Stand in front of the 
drug store down at the far end by the bakery. Wear a black jacket and put a 
red handkerchief in one of the pockets, sticking out a little. That way I'll 
be able to spot you and, if I like your looks, I'll come over and you can 
take me home and fuck my ears off." 

"Sounds fine to me, baby. I'll see you in twenty minutes. And come prepared. 
You're gonna like what you see." 

Eve hung up the phone and sat there amazed at herself. She hadn't even 
planned to do this fifteen minutes ago. Now she not only had made an obscene 
phone call, but stood a good chance of getting laid if she wanted it. 

She was scared to death. She'd never done anything like this in her 
life-never even had fucked anybody but Kenny since she got married right out 
of high school. 

Nervously, fidgeting like a cat, she paced back and forth in her living 
room. She lit a cigarette, took two puffs and ground it out. Then she made 
up her mind. She'd drive down there and take a good look, just to see what 
kind of guy Johnny was. If she didn't like his looks, she'd come right home. 

If he looked good-she didn't dare answer her own question. 

It was a clear night in June, about eight o'clock, and the shopping center 
was crowded when Eve arrived. She cruised slowly through the parking lot 
until she came to the drug store and pulled into a parking space facing the 
store. She didn't see anyone with a black jacket. 

But she was patient. She kept looking at everyone who passed by. Suddenly a 
guy in a black suit stopped and looked in the window of the store. He must 
have been sixty-five, with gray hair and a cane. When he walked he had a bad 
limp, and Eve's heart sank. But then he turned and went away. She wondered 
if he could have been Johnny. She hoped not and decided to wait just a 
couple more minutes to see if anyone else showed up. 

Then she spotted a young, groovy-looking guy, about her own age, with long 
well-trimmed black hair. He had on a black leather jacket, and there was the 
red handkerchief hanging out of his pocket! He was pacing back and forth in 
front of the store, looking all around. 

Eve felt herself getting all quivery and jumpy. Her stomach felt like it was 
tied in knots. He looked great from a distance. Should she go up to him and 
go through with this thing? She decided to walk by him and get a closer 
look. 

She was wearing a pair of tight black slacks and a sleeveless cotton jersey. 
Her ample tits stuck out like a pair of oversized grapefruit, and her slacks 
came down over her asscheeks-so tight she sometimes had to look down herself 
to see if she had anything on. 

As she approached the store, several husbands walking by with their wives 
turned to give her the eye. She hoped Johnny wouldn't see her until she had 
a chance to look him over. He was looking the other way. She pretended to 
look at some thermos bottles in the window and got a good look at him out of 
the corner of her eye. 

He was a doll, just like she'd thought. And built well, too, as far as she 
could see with the jacket on. He combed his dark hair back thick on the 
sides, and he had dark eyebrows and a sort of chiseled face that spelled 
sex. He was all man. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a square jaw and a 
mouth that made him look something like Chuck Conner s, the old Western 
star. 

Eve guessed that he was twenty-three or -four, just like her. Her heart 
skipped a beat when she thought about wrapping her legs around his bare ass. 

Then she made up her mind. If she was ever going to get out of her rut, she 
had to take action. She took a deep breath and walked right up to him. 

"Johnny?" she said softly. 

"Yeah, are you Denise? Well, I'll be damned!" He broke into a smile that 
melted Eve's loins. 

"Yes, only my name is Eve. Would you like to take me back to your place?" 

"I sure would, baby. Let's go," he said. He took her by the arm and led her 
to a brand-new Cadillac parked in the lot. 

On the way to his apartment, only a few minutes from the shopping center, 
she was trembling with excitement and apprehension. He was as cool as a 
cucumber. 

"What made you call me?" he asked. "Do you make calls like that all the 
time?" 

"It's the first time I ever did it, Johnny," she said. "I don't know what 
got into me except that I guess I'm just lonesome and need a man pretty 
desperately. My husband doesn't take very good care of me sexually." 

"Baby, you came to the right place," he said. "I'll give you all you need 
tonight. I'm going to show you what fucking is all about." 

She felt shivers of anticipation all over her body as he spoke. She hoped 
she had not gotten into something she might regret-that he might beat her up 
or do weird things to her body. But she knew it was too late to turn back 
now. 

When they got to his place, he opened the door for her, let her in like a 
gentleman, then walked in behind her, closed the door, turned around and 
grabbed her around the waist with one arm. He picked her up off the floor 
and carried her-half-dragging her-to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. 

"Don't hurt me, Johnny. Please don't hurt me!" she cried. 

He paid no attention to her. He didn't even take off his jacket before he 
pounced on her and started burrowing his head between her legs. She still 
had on her slacks, but he licked the crotch and ran his hands up and down 
her thighs, groaning and growling to himself. 

His hair was all mussed up already and his cheeks were flushed. Sweat was 
beginning to stand out on his forehead. 

"Don't you want to fuck me, Johnny?" she murmured. 

He still didn't answer. He seemed in another world. But he did get up and 
start pulling off his clothes. They flew in every direction-his jacket into 
a chair, his shirt to the floor, his pants on the dresser. He yanked off his 
shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts. 

Johnny was stark naked. He had a tremendous build-well-developed chest and 
upper arms, a tight waist and strong muscular legs. His cock was a real 
beauty-about eight inches of pure solid hard meat, wide and thick and very 
eager and erect. She was in love with it right away. 

Johnny came onto the bed alongside her and smiled. He seemed different now, 
more gentle and less of an animal, and she felt more at ease. 

"Let's get these things off so you can do all the things to me that you 
promised on the phone," he said. He began to unbutton her blouse and pull it 
off. 

She wore no bra, and those luscious ripe tits of hers seemed to stare up at 
him with a promise of a fun-filled evening. They were big and round and soft 
as cotton. Her skin was smooth and creamy-white, and her pink areolas and 
eager hard nipples contrasted with it beautifully. 

He unzipped her slacks and stood at the end of the bed to pull them from 
her. He was surprised to find she wore no panties. Her lush, bushy cunt-hair 
was abundant and lustrous. It was like an oasis in a wide expanse of softly 
curving flesh. Her gently rounded thighs were slowly moving outward as she 
spread them to his gaze, Johnny stared at that beautiful pussy, and it was 
apparent that he was dazzled by it. 

"What a beauty you've got," he said. "I'm going to eat that cunt right off 
you. Like that idea?" 

"I can't wait, Johnny baby," she said with a smile. 

He slid right back between her legs again, this time with nothing there to 
stop him from his desire. His tongue flicked out and began licking all over 
her legs-along her thighs and then down between them-all over that soft 
white flesh and then up into her hairy bush. 

He moved all around her cunt, lathering up her skin and setting off 
exquisite stirrings of passion and lust within her. She felt tingling 
sensations skipping to and fro all over her-up her arms, across her belly, 
down her legs and circling through her gorgeous tits until she thought she 
would explode with lust. 

He kept teasing her, coming close to her cunt with his tongue, then slipping 
away to lick her legs or her belly. He was setting her on fire and she knew 
he was aware of it. 

"Please, Johnny," she finally said, "lick it . . . eat me! I can't stand it 
much longer. You're driving me up a wall!" 

"Lots of time, baby," he replied between licks. 

"I got all night." 

"Oh, God!" she cried. Her loins were burning and she wanted to feel his 
tongue licking her clit, getting her off, relieving her of the tremendous 
pent-up desire that had driven her to call him in the first place. 

But still he persisted. His tongue roamed down along her leg, right to her 
knee, along the soft inner part where it was most sensitive. Every time he 
touched her with that warm, wet, inquiring tongue, she felt vibrations go 
shooting up her thighs, all through her cunt and up to her brain. 

It was torture-that's what it was! He was torturing her with his wonderful 
tongue! He was letting her know that everything she needed was right there 
within inches of where she wanted it. But she couldn't have it until he 
wanted to give it to her! 

How can he do this to me? she thought. Why is he tormenting me with his 
tongue when he knows how much I want him to suck my clit, to make me come? I 
want to feel him slithering inside my cunt with that beautiful tongue of 
his! I want to shoot all my juices right into his mouth! Why doesn't he 
realize that I can give him all kinds of pleasure if he'll just make me 
come? 

Just as all these frustrating thoughts were racing through Eve's mind, 
Johnny suddenly shifted his fast-moving tongue from her belly to her crotch, 
into that mound of soft, curly red hair. 

Only this time, he parted it with his tongue like he was digging a hole with 
a crowbar, and let the pink of his tongue come in contact with the 
glistening pink of her clit. 

It was an electric moment-like opening a package Christmas morning as a 
child and finding your longed-for gift. Eve felt a shock of incredible 
intensity shoot into her from that center of erotic desire. 

She jumped and twisted at his touch. The pleasure flooded through her and 
she felt her ass wiggling and twitching involuntarily. Her body was coming 
alive and she loved the feeling. 

Her eyes closed and she savored the beauty of his tongue as it went into her 
warm, moist pussy. It was like heaven to feel that inquisitive tongue 
darting here and there inside her, seeking out all the pleasure spots-all 
the secret places where her passion dwelt. 

Johnny began to lick her cunt with quick, flicking motions, all up and down 
her dewy pink cuntlips and inside that savory pussy-hole. He delved way 
inside with his tongue pointed and poised, then back out and up over her 
red-hot clit, driving her crazy with lust and desire. 

She churned her ass and squirmed to evade the very thing she wanted most. It 
was becoming unbearable-the torment and the ecstasy all combined to send her 
into a dizzy, mad whirl of emotion. 

He was taking her higher and higher, licking her cunt faster and faster, and 
she knew it was going to be very soon that she would reach what she had 
wanted for so long. 

She longed for that sweet release, that incredible feeling of euphoria that 
would send her into another universe, that come she needed so badly . . . 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Johnny couldn't get enough of her sweet cunt. He was going crazy with lust. 
His face was red and tense and he gripped her ass in fingers that betrayed 
his incredible passion. 

He wanted to make her come as badly as she wanted it. Eating pussy was his 
favorite thing. Her pussylips were warm to his touch and he craved the 
smooth, slick feeling that they gave him as his tongue ran over them 
lovingly and with incredible speed. 

Then suddenly he did what she had been waiting for. He went to that swollen, 
highly charged little finger of pleasure-her clit. His warm lips swallowed 
it up and began to suck it slowly fervently. 

He had the whole thing in his mouth, rolling it on his lips, licking it with 
his tongue, sending Eve into convulsive fits of ecstasy. She felt sharp, 
shooting stabs of strong, throbbing desire rip through her loins. Her cunt 
was a blazing inferno of lust. She grabbed the sheets and hung on as though 
clutching a lifejacket in a raging sea. 

It was pure, sweet, beautiful agony as he teased and sucked and pulled her 
clit between his lips. She thought her body would shake loose from her 
flesh, the delicious feeling of pleasure was so great between her legs. It 
consumed her in a blanket of bliss. 

"Johnny . . . Johnny! It feels good!" she cried. "I've never had anything 
that felt so good!" 

Her husband never had eaten her in their four years of marriage. She had 
never been eaten before she was married. Johnny was the first man ever to 
suck her clit, and it was so astounding, so incredible, she could not 
imagine how she could have gone this long without tasting the utter delight 
of having her cunt licked and sucked. 

Johnny slipped his middle finger into her wet cunt as he sucked her clit, 
and she squirmed and fought his rapturous, tantalizing maneuvers. His lips 
pulled on that lust-filled little nub of flesh, squeezing it gently and 
pulling it up-stretching it nearly an inch into the air. 

It throbbed and ached and Eve felt a shudder deep within her like she had 
never felt before. It began somewhere between her pussy and her ass and came 
charging to the source of its detonation-her hot, tingling clit and Johnny's 
waiting mouth. 

And then it burst out into the open and Eve let go with a come that blinded 
her momentarily. It blacked out all her vision and stifled her cry of 
ecstasy, and then it released all her storehouse cuntjuice and everything 
broke loose at once. 

"JOHNNNEEEEE!" she screamed. Her face was like that of a prisoner being 
tortured. It was twisted and strained and her body was like an animal trying 
to break loose from its shackles. She bounced and heaved her erupting cunt 
and her hips twisted and turned and she clawed at his head with her fingers 
and tried to pry him from her aching clit. 

She felt stabs of pleasure and delicious pain. Her loins bounced up and down 
with spasms of indescribable pleasure. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . uggghhh . . . Johnny, that's too much! Ohh, what's happening? 
Johnny, I don't believe it! It's wonderful! Ohhhh . . . ughhhh ..." 

Johnny held her tightly and kept his mouth clamped tightly onto her 
sensitive vibrating clit, tonguing her rapidly with flicks of his wet 
wonderful tongue. She thought he would drive her to madness before he was 
through. 

He was grunting now and moaning with his cunt-hungry desires making him 
oblivious of everything but the red-hot pussy in which his face was buried. 
All of a sudden he released her hot clit and drove his tongue deep inside 
her cunt once again. 

The quick change jolted Eve again. She bolted up off the bed. Her legs 
jounced and she twisted and turned as before, straining her whole body to 
evade his delicious torment. 

Her cuntjuice was flooding from her, flowing down her ass, and onto the 
sheets and into his open mouth. He licked up the juice and ran his fingers 
through it, savoring its warm succulence and inviting aroma. He was crazy 
about her cream. 

They stayed like that for a long time-Johnny continuing to lick her and suck 
her, arousing her further then letting her subside, cleaning the liquids 
from her, gradually allowing her to ease down from the state of euphoric 
bliss to which she had been taken by his cunt-sucking. 

"So you like to have your pussy eaten out, eh?" he said, smiling. He leaned 
back and stared at her. 

She was completely worn out but felt absolutely wonderful. 

"It's incredible, Johnny," she said softly, gazing over at him with eyes 
filled with rapture. "You made me feel higher and more completely taken than 
I've ever felt before by being fucked. How did you ever learn to make love 
so well?" 

"I practice, baby, I practice," he said with a grin. "Ever try eating a man? 
I mean . . . would that bother you?" 

"No, I've done that many times," she said. "My husband insists on it-or at 
least he did when we used to have sex more than once in a blue moon. But he 
always refused to lick me. It's been a one- way street for me." 

"Good," he said. "I like it, too. When you've rested a little while, maybe 
you'd like to give my cock a little bath. And when you do, I'll give you 
another surprise you've never had." 

They lay there together for a few minutes-Eve soaking in the luxury of her 
hard coming and the fulfillment of her dreams that Johnny had provided. She 
gazed at his body and realized how much she had been missing with her 
husband. He was getting a paunch and didn't have the hard muscles or the 
long prick that Johnny was blessed with. She made up her mind that she was 
going to get all of the good fucking she wanted. She wasn't sorry or guilty 
at all that she had decided to make that phone call. It was a great way to 
break out of the sexual exile she'd been living in for so long. 

Johnny fondled her soft body, running his hands over her big round tits and 
up and down her belly, down along those luscious thighs. He ruffled his 
fingers through her beautiful downy clump of cunthair. She felt alive, full 
of vibrant energy and once again ready to taste the pleasures she had sought 
when she called him. 

"Ready for a little more, sweetheart?" he asked. 

"I sure am, big boy. Let me have it!" 

He turned around on the bed, placing his cock by her head and his head down 
the other way, right near her pussy. At first she didn't know what he was 
doing, what he had in mind. 

Then, as he settled in, shoving his prick toward her waiting lips, and began 
to tongue her thighs, she got the picture. It was something new for her, 
just as he'd promised. He wanted to sixty-nine. 

But she still hadn't given him the tongue-bath she'd told him on the phone 
she wanted to give him. As much as the thought of sixty-nine excited her, 
she felt it would turn him on even more if she warmed him up first with a 
head-to-toe licking. And she wanted to do it. 

"Wait," she said. "I have a present for you first." 

He lay back, his face upturned-a little surprised. 

"Just relax, baby, and let me take care of you first," she said. 

She got up on all fours, her bulbous tits hanging down and swinging lazily 
as she moved in next to him. Before she began she hovered over him, letting 
her big tits hang in his face, swaying back and forth across his lips, 
brushing against his cheeks, his eyes, his chin. 

He reached up with his tongue and wet the nipples which were hard and 
excited as they swung back and forth. She loved the touch of his warm tongue 
on them. It sent shivers swimming around in her tits and she felt a 
delightful tremor of excitement stirring in her belly. She couldn't wait to 
get him turned on with her tongue-to lick his entire body, to suck that 
gorgeous cock of his. 

Then she began to lick his neck, running her wet tongue up and down behind 
his ear and blowing her warm breath into it lightly as she did so. The 
gently stirring air on his moist ear made him shiver and get goose-pimples 
up and down his arm. 

Slowly, working deliberately and with absolute precision, she ran her tongue 
down across his chest, around and around his right nipple, tonguing him with 
just the moist pointed tip and leaving a trail of wetness behind her. 

All the time, her fingers were playing a little dance along his loins, just 
grazing his flesh with her fingertips, raising tingling sensations within 
him that aroused him almost immediately. 

She sucked on his nipple, circled it once more, then went to his other one. 
Again she went around and around it with her warm tongue, giving him loving 
swipes with the moisture-laden tip, all the time rubbing against him with 
her soft yielding tits. 

Then her head moved down across the soft hairs of his belly-those little 
curly, black hairs that formed a trail winding down from his chest to his 
cock, a path of lovely softness that pointed the way to pleasure. 

She moved her head back and forth across his flat muscular belly, as though 
she were saying no when actually her tongue was saying yes to anything he 
wanted. Her tongue put down a layer of thin wetness all over his belly, and 
the closer she moved toward his prick-down into that sensitive area of his 
loins-the more he groaned and shifted his ass and the hotter he got. 

It was fun turning him on. This is one beautiful fucking stud, Eve thought. 
The best piece of ass I've ever had in bed. Of course, there had only been 
four in her entire life, including her husband, but it was absolutely no 
contest. The other three were all high school boys when she was still a kid, 
and they didn't know what the hell they were doing. 

Ever since Kenny had gotten tired and acted like an old man, she'd 
fantasized about getting somebody like Johnny into the sack. Now here he 
was-a beautiful hunk of man, someone who really dug eating cunt and fucking. 
And he's all mine, she thought, at least for tonight. She still couldn't 
believe how lucky she'd been, how incredible the evening was turning out to 
be. 

But her tongue told her it wasn't a dream. It touched his cock-hair and she 
took that fuzzy bristly clump right into her mouth, his hot cock rubbing 
against her cheek. She felt his cock-hair tickling her lips, her tongue, her 
mouth. 

"Shit, Eve!" he cried, gritting his teeth and clamping his eyes shut. He 
twisted and strained and thrust his pelvis out to press his cock and balls 
against her warm face. "Suck me, baby. I need to be sucked!" 

But now it was Eve's turn to be a teasing, tormenting lover. Just as he had 
done earlier, she ignored his plea. 

"I've got all night, lover," she said softly, and she went right on wetting 
down his body. 

She moved down along the outside of his right leg, licking him in little 
circles, down, down, down, right to his foot. Her tongue flicked across the 
soft tickling arch of his foot and back up over the top, then started 
slowly, sensuously working its way back up the inside of the same leg. She 
reached that tender area near his knee, and he wiggled and moaned as she 
went on up into the soft, sweet meat of his inner thigh. He felt a tickling, 
erotic kind of sensation ripple through his groin, and he pleaded with her 
to take his hard throbbing cock into her lips. 

But Eve liked what she was doing, and she didn't want to end the torment 
yet. She reached right into the hollow of his crotch, alongside his balls, 
and pressed her pointed tongue hard against his flesh. Up and down his 
crotch she rode, fingering his balls lightly at the same time, running her 
other hand up and down his leg. 

"Jesus, Eve! I need it! Suck my cock, please, baby! Suck me!" 

Then she skipped quickly over the top of his hair, flicking along the edge 
of that smooth hard expanse of his loins, and went down his other leg, 
licking and lapping it a little faster, heightening the tension and making 
him cry out with anguish. 

She made her way down to the other foot and started back up the inside of 
his leg. He lifted his whole leg up in the air and wrapped it around her 
back, and she had a hard time keeping her mouth on his flesh. She raised up, 
staying with it, and teased his sensitive flesh right back up to his crotch 
again. 

But this time, instead of burrowing right into that hollow on the other 
side, Eve directed her tongue to Johnny's balls. She was moving in for the 
payoff. 

She quickly began lathering his nuts, wetting them in fast sloppy strokes 
that made them glisten with moisture and sent him into an anguished, aching 
dilemma of need. He began groaning loudly, writhing in unfulfilled agony, 
crying for release. 

She took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around, sucking it 
softly, playing with the other and the rest of his agitated crotch area with 
her other hand. 

Eve felt him shaking, quivering with excitement, and she began to get very, 
very wet in her cunt. His high state of arousal only turned her on more, and 
she tongued his balls faster and faster. 

When she thought the time was right, she slipped the ball from her mouth and 
in one graceful fluid motion, her mouth went to his erect cock. Her wet lips 
slipped over its head, grasped it firmly and slid down smoothly, lovingly, 
all the way to his cock-hair. 

She took his whole big hard prick right into her mouth in one motion, and 
Johnny swooned with delight. His face mirrored the ecstasy he felt at the 
first sweet thrust of his prick into Eve's soft mouth. 

And that was only the beginning. Eve may not have had a lot of sex partners 
in her young life, but she certainly had mastered well the art of sucking a 
man's prick until it made him churn inside like an electric mixer. 

She pulled back on that long hard hunk of meat, sucking so hard her cheeks 
sunk in and brushed her teeth. She wiggled her tongue along the underside of 
his dick all the way up, teasing and testing him, wetting the whole length 
of his cockshaft. 

Up and down went her head, slowly and softly but with firm, gentle strokes, 
coaxing from him all the desires within his virile body. 

After a few minutes of this, Johnny was beginning to go out of his mind. She 
pulled back one last time, easing his ample cock from her warm lips, and 
began to flick her tongue up and down the sides of his shaft quickly. 

She teased and sucked and licked and made him feel like his cock would go up 
in flames-in a case of spontaneous combustion-and his balls would explode 
from the sheer animal lust swelling inside them. 

Eve licked all around the head of his cock, all over that shiny tight 
purplish skin, and licked it with the tip of her tongue in fast tantalizing 
strokes, all over the sensitive round globes underneath, then all around the 
rim where it met his shaft. 

"Shit, baby! You're making me crazy with that tongue! I'm gonna come in a 
minute, baby! Ohhh, Jesus!" Johnny was squirming all over the place now, and 
Eve had to hang onto his cock tightly to keep working it with her tongue. 

She really began to give it to him now. Her head went back to the tip of his 
cock, and her soft warm lips opened and took it all inside again. Down she 
went, sliding smoothly along his shaft, swallowing him up in one swift gulp, 
dragging her lips back up quickly but firmly. 

Then down again, and up, and down and up-faster and faster-wetly and 
fervently sucking him and urging him to give her his cum. She wanted to 
taste it. She wanted to watch him erupt. 

And then he did it. She was just pulling back on his big, hard meaty prick 
when he literally blew up in her face. His orgasm surprised her so much that 
she dropped his cock for just a split second, and he shot a load of thick, 
creamy cum right into her face. 

It hit her full on the cheek and immediately began to run down it-a gob of 
jism that would have choked a horse. 

But she recovered right away, and before his second spasm she gobbled his 
prick into her hot mouth again and sucked it hard and fast and squeezed his 
prick to get every drop she could from him. 

He kept coming and coming, shooting load of jism into her warm mouth, 
turning her tongue into a lathered, thickly-coated instrument of joy. 

"Jeeeesus!" he yelled. "Suck me, honey! Suuuuck me!" 

He raised his hips and shoved the meat to her, all eight inches of 
poker-stiff prick standing up ready to be drained. His balls were alive with 
tension and he felt the muscles of his crotch squeezing on and off like neon 
lights, pumping the cream to her waiting lips. 

Eve was full of excitement. She knew she had never tasted so much cum in one 
climax in her life. She loved to taste jizz and to swallow it and get a guy 
to drain his nuts. Johnny had more of it stored up than any two other guys 
could have! 

It was very warm-almost hot-and it looked like Hollandaise sauce coming out 
of that beautiful, wide head of his cock. It was spewing out, running into 
her mouth and sliding right down her throat, and she didn't want to lose a 
drop. She sucked and licked and pumped his prick with her fist to get more. 

Her belly trembled with excitement and she felt a shudder rack her shoulders 
and run right down her spine as she finished bringing him off. 

His shaking, trembling body finally began to calm down. Eve sucked him 
slowly, lovingly, licking his cock and his balls and bringing him back to 
reality in a calm, soothing way. 

She had a way of knowing just how to play his prick and his body so that he 
got the utmost satisfaction from his blowjob. If there was one thing she 
really knew how to do, it was suck cock. 

And as she felt his body tension melt away and knew that she had given him a 
relaxing, fulfilling sucking, she knew that making dirty calls and finding 
more horny men was her wave of the future. 

It sure beats watching television when Kenny's working nights, she said to 
herself as she squeezed Johnny's furry balls and let his thick wide prick 
soak in her mouth. She would give him a minute to rest, she thought, then 
get him hard again and get some more of that delicious hot cum. 

She and Johnny stayed together until almost four a.m., sucking and fucking 
and doing all sorts of wild sexual acrobatics. She had never had a night of 
fun like this in her whole life, and when he drove her back to the parking 
lot to pick up her car, she gave him a big kiss and promised to meet him 
again. 

Whether she would or not, she wasn't sure. He certainly was a fantastic 
fuck, but she wanted a lot of variety now that she had broken the ice. She 
wanted to taste everything-literally. She wanted to suck off a lot of guys 
and see if she could get bigger and better thrills each time. She wanted to 
fuck young guys and old guys, suck truck drivers and college professors and 
anybody who she could turn on by talking dirty on the telephone. 

That was the key to her new sex life-the telephone. 

She knew that next to a good hard prick, the telephone was the sexiest 
instrument she would ever hold. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

After Johnny, Eve became a phone freak-an obscene call freak, actually. She 
loved to make them. 

Every night, as soon as Kenny left for work, she would pick up the phone 
book and go right down the list, picking out names that appealed to her and 
calling guys up. They didn't all result in fucking, but it was a thrill to 
her just to get a guy who would stay on the phone and listen to her talk 
dirty. 

It made her hot just to describe what it would be like to go to bed with 
her. She would sometimes just tease the guy, and sometimes she'd get serious 
and make a date to look him over like she had with Johnny. 

Within a month, she's fucked nineteen different guys. And each one seemed to 
be better than the last. 

Eve was having the time of her life. She didn't even care if Kenny found out 
about it. It was well worth the risk. 

One night, she came across the name of Ron Adler. She had no idea who it 
was. He lived out in the suburbs, and she'd never even been to his town. She 
liked the name and decided to give him a try. 

As the phone rang and Eve sat waiting for Ron Adler to answer, she 
daydreamed about what he might look like. She always did that, and every 
once in a while, when she met the guy later, she'd find that she wasn't that 
far off. 

This time, she pictured Ron as about thirty, blonde and built like a Ft. 
Lauderdale lifeguard-brawny and tanned and a set of pearly teeth and a Jimmy 
Carter grin. 

"Hello, this is Ron Adler," the voice said. It was deep and resonant like a 
barrel-chested baritone in an opera. 

"This is Denise," she said, her voice purring and soft like a singer in an 
intimate cafe. "How would you like to feel my tongue between your legs, Ron? 
How would you like to have me lick your balls and suck your cock and then 
shoot your cum right in my mouth?" 

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. He was apparently too 
dumbfounded to reply. 

"What's the matter, Ron? Cat got your tongue? I'd like to get your tongue. 
I'd put it right in my pussy and let you eat it for hours and hours and 
hours. Like that, Ron?" 

"Jesus," he said. "Who is this, anyway?" 

"My name is Denise, and I like to go to bed with big, brawny guys like you. 
What would you like to do with me, Ron? I have red hair and a body that will 
drive you out of your mind. Big tits, nice round ass, and a cunt that's 
always wet and ready." 

She thought she could hear some pretty heavy breathing on the other end of 
the line, but she couldn't get him to talk like she wanted him to. 

"Hey, Ron, don't I turn you on? What's the matter, eh?" 

"How about Greeking," he finally said. "Interested in that?" 

She had to admit she was stumped. She didn't know what he meant, and she 
told him so. 

"You know," he said. "You're talking about Frenching, but I like the other 
end. You must know what Greek style means." 

"I'm afraid you'll have to spell it out for me, Ron." 

"All right, all right. Do you like to take it up the ass? I'm very loving 
and I have a really big cock. Want to try it?" 

This was something entirely new to Eve. She'd never tried it in the 
shit-chute. She didn't even know what the word Greek meant, and now she was 
faced with a real decision. It interested her just because it was new, but 
she wondered whether it would hurt. 

But she was determined to learn the sexual ropes from A to Z, and if Greek 
was part of it, she decided she'd give it a whirl. 

"OK, I'm game," she said. "Just don't rip me in half." 

He laughed. "No problem, sweetheart," he said. "I told you I'm very loving. 
I'll take good care of you." 

"Meet me at the Wild Oak Motel out on the highway in an hour," she said. 
"I'll be driving a red Thunderbird. I'll wait for you in the car." 

"OK, baby," he said. "I'll be in a green Buick. Don't bother to wash your 
ass. I'll swab it all down for you very nicely before I give you the meat." 
Then he hung up. 

Eve frowned. She hoped she had not made the wrong decision on Ron Adler. She 
hadn't even taken her usual precaution of looking him over first before 
meeting him. 

In the motel parking lot, she found a spot and waited, knowing she was there 
first. It wasn't long, though, before a green Buick pulled in and cruised 
through the lot, then pulled in next to her. 

She was surprised and a little taken back to see the guy grinning from the 
window of the car. He had gray, almost white hair, and must have been at 
least twice her age. Her heart sank. And old fuck, she thought. How could I 
have made such a mistake? Shit, fuck, piss, damn! He'll probably not even be 
able to get it up . . . talk all night about what's wrong, and that he can't 
understand it . . . he's not usually like this, always gets it up right away 
and it stays hard and throbbing for hours and hours and hours, long after 
the girl is fast asleep. Sure, buddy, sure. Know all about it. 

Eve played with the idea of backing out of the lot and going home without 
even talking to Ron Adler. But he would probably follow her and maybe find 
out where she lived. No, as long as I'm here, I might as well go through 
with it and hope for the best, she decided. 

Ron was getting out of his car and coming around to her door. She rolled 
down the window. 

"Hi, Denise," he said. 

Aside from Johnny, Eve made sure she never-ever-gave one of her fucks her 
real name. That had proved to be. a very smart move. So far, no one had 
learned who she was or where she lived. 

"I'm Ron. I guessed you figured that out. Let's go in and get a room, shall 
we?" 

"Of course not," she said. "You go and get a room. I'll wait here, and when 
you're inside, I'll come in quickly. Be sure you don't lock the door." 

"OK," he said, and walked to the office. 

Just like I figured, she thought. A dumb fuck-wants to parade me in front of 
a desk clerk, yet. A real horse's ass. I'll give him half an hour, and if he 
hasn't turned me on by then, I'm leaving. 

Still, she had to admit he wasn't a bad-looking guy for his age. He had very 
thick wavy hair that he wore a little on the long side. It used to be dark 
brown, not mostly white, and he had a pair of very beautiful blue eyes that 
sparkled in the light of the parking lot lamp posts. 

He had a good build, as far as she could see with his clothes still on, and 
dressed well. He wore a pair of sharply pressed gray slacks and a dark-blue, 
short-sleeved cotton sport shirt. When he walked, it was with a confident, 
sure stride. 

After a couple of minutes, he came out of the office with a key in his hand 
and walked to the second room from the end, far away from the office. That 
was good, she thought. He's not so dumb, after all-maybe. 

She eased the car back out of her spot and drove down to the end of the 
motel and parked it. When he was safely inside the room and she saw that 
he'd left the door open a bit, she got out and quickly walked over. She 
pushed the door open and stepped inside and was surprised to see him 
standing by the bed without a stitch of clothes on. 

He had a magnificent build, and his cock was right out in front of him, hard 
and red and all set to give her a good fucking. 

"Boy, you don't waste any time," she said, laughing as she locked the door 
behind her. 

"Not when I got a hot young number like you ready to get it on," he said. 
"Let's get those things off, sweetheart. I want to give it to you so bad, I 
can feel it backing up in me." 

She slipped off her jacket, and he was beside her in a flash. His fingers 
went to the buttons on her blouse, and he nimbly undid them right down the 
front and slipped it off her shoulders. As had become her style, she wore 
nothing underneath it. 

Her tits stood out firm and full, and Ron went for them right away. He took 
them in his hands and pushed them together and lowered his head to run his 
mouth over them. He sucked on first one nipple and then the other, and Eve 
felt a wave of excitement begin to rear in them as he avidly worked them 
over. 

She put her arm around his shoulder as he stood before her, tonguing and 
fondling her. He was an energetic lover, and his cock was simply stupendous, 
she realized. It was a good nine inches of stiff, eager meat, and it was 
wide and just so perfectly formed that she wondered how she could ever have 
doubted him only a few minutes before. 

He kept sucking her tits and running his nose between them, and then reached 
down with one hand and unzipped her slacks. They dropped to the floor, and 
without her panties, she was now naked as a jaybird. Ron was beside himself 
with desire. 

Her luscious reddish-orange pussy hair was fluffed up like a powder puff and 
shone like the coat of a golden retriever. Her gently curving body, sloping 
in at the waist and back out again at the thighs, was a picture of sexual 
perfection. 

He tongued down her body from her nipples to her crotch, wetting her flesh, 
and sucking on it every few inches with his warm, wet lips. 

When he reached her pussy, she spread her legs wide, still standing upright, 
and Ron was on his knees, his face upturned right between them. His tongue 
flicked out and right up her cunt, licking the moisture already gathering 
there and turning her on like she thought it would be impossible for him to 
do. 

"You sure as hell are an eager son of a bitch," she said, grasping her loins 
to control the quiver already beginning to take over there, and to keep her 
balance. He was plunging his tongue in and out of her faster and faster, 
going for her clit and her pink cuntlips like a hungry animal. 

"Ungh . . . ahhhhh . . . mmmph ..." he growled. She couldn't make out what 
the hell he was trying to say. He was too anxious to keep his tongue inside 
her to stop for a minute and speak. His words were lost in the wet 
stickiness of her tingling pussy. 

"Let's go over on the bed, darling," she finally said, finding it hard to 
stay on her feet as he became more and more aroused. 

"OK," he said, pulling away from her crotch, his face red and wet from his 
heavy licking. He got up and followed, right on her heels. 

She had not even lain down, was still climbing onto the bed, in fact, when 
he grabbed her ass and held her. She was half-on, half-off the bed and on 
all fours, her knees at the edge of the mattress, when he gripped her hips 
and clung to her. She couldn't move. 

"That's it, right there," he said hoarsely. 

She froze, wondering if he was just going to shove it into her without 
warming her up first. She got the answer quickly and was glad to see that he 
was considerate of the fact she'd never been butt-fucked before. 

He slid his hands down from her hips and dropped to his knees on the floor, 
so that his head was even with her ass hanging off the bed. 

Ron began licking the back of her legs behind the knees and took long, wide 
swipes with the flat of his tongue right up to her ass, then licked her 
asscheeks all over-every last smidgen-and all the while was lightly running 
his fingers up and down on the insides of her thighs. 

When he had completely done her ass, lovingly caressing her with his warm 
tongue, he moved to her crotch and stuck his tongue once again right up her 
hairy pussy. He circled around in it, stirring the curly muff and gliding 
his tongue along her juice-glazed lips. 

She felt his hot breath on her moist cunt, and it sent piercing ripples of 
desire running up and down her legs and right into her cunt. Then she began 
to feel something she had never felt before-never in her entire life. 

His tongue kept coming up higher and higher in her crotch as she stayed 
perfectly still-or tried to-on her hands and knees. Warmer and warmer grew 
her crotch as he filmed it over with hot saliva and came closer and closer 
to that taboo spot-that puckered little hole in the crack of her ass. 

Finally he reached it. He really began to get excited. His tongue circled 
around and around that ' little rosebud, wetting it and licking it and 
kissing it like it was a long-lost friend. 

His fingers worked at her pussy, parting the hair and playing with her clit, 
but his mouth sucked and licked and nurtured that sweet, tight little 
bunghole! It was obvious where Ron's greatest desires lay. 

"Your ass is gorgeous," he mumbled, pausing only long enough to catch his 
breath quickly, then continuing to lick her. 

Eve was beginning to get turned on by Ron. A hot, wet tongue in the ass is 
kind of exciting, she told herself. It's certainly new. Of all the fucking 
she'd done in recent weeks, ass-licking was one thing no other guy had 
wanted. 

It was a whole new kind of sensation for her. She felt waves of titillating 
excitement shoot through her bunghole each time he flicked his tongue over 
it. And now it was dripping wet back there-almost as dripping wet as her 
pussy. 

Then she felt Ron standing up, rubbing his prick-hard and throbbing like a 
son of a bitch-against her shit-chute. He rubbed it around in a circle and 
spit on it, rubbing the saliva up and down on the head of his hot pecker, 
then he nudged it against that shriveled resistant little hole. 

It didn't give at first. His cock was just too big. But with some 
persistence, of which he had plenty at this point, Ron finally managed to 
push his cockhead inside her. 

Eve felt like a Mack truck was trying to break down the door of her asshole. 
It was tightly wedged in her, and even the lubrication of his spit wasn't 
enough to make it slide in. She wondered if this was as far as he would go 
with it, or if he wanted to put it all the way in. Since she'd never done 
this before, she had no way of knowing, and she didn't want to appear 
stupid, so she didn't even ask. 

But she found out. Ron was vibrating with lust. He loved a real tight 
asshole. And he was quivering with excitement as he prepared to let her have 
it. 

With one mighty heave, he braced himself and rammed his potent pecker 
straight into her virginal asshole, shoving all nine hard inches of stiff 
meat into her tender spot. 

"Eeeeeooowww!" she screamed, and lurched forward on the bed, falling flat on 
her face. 

Ron was expecting something like this, and he was ready. He had wrapped his 
arms around her hips, holding on for dear life, and when she shot forward, 
he was right with her. His cock remained firmly imbedded in her aching 
asshole, and when she came to rest flat on her belly, he felt like he was 
inside her about two yards. 

Her asscheeks closed around his long hard shaft, and he began to pump her 
good and hard right there on the bed. 

She was screaming in pain when he started, but after he had given her about 
twenty or thirty thrusts, she began to loosen up and relax her inexperienced 
ass-muscles. Once she did that, his cock slid into her with less friction, 
and she began to actually enjoy the tissue-tearing surges of his big prick. 

"You are one sweet hot fuck, baby!" he said hoarsely, his voice-full of lust 
and overheated passion. 

He lunged into her over and over until at last she felt his cock swell and 
burst. 

Then she felt a flood of hot sticky cum ooze into her, around his shaft and 
over the insides of her asscheeks. It covered her crack and ran down into 
her pussy, and she felt like a chocolate Easter bunny sitting out in the hot 
sun, melting. 

It was sweet relief for them both when he came. Ron lay on top of her and 
reached around to play with her tits. She rolled a little to one side so he 
could get to her nipple, and he tweaked it softly and squeezed the muscles 
of his balls so she could feel the pulsations in his cock, still deep inside 
her ass. 

The pain was much less intense for her, now that her ass was full of cum, 
but she still felt the sharp pain of torn tissues whenever she moved. She 
needed some rest, and she closed her eyes and tried to get it. 

But Ron Adler was not satisfied. In fact, he was just beginning. 

If Eve thought she was finished with her ass-reaming for the night, she had 
another think coming. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Eve rested for a while and drifted off to sleep, tired from the first 
ass-fucking she'd ever had. 

Ron intended to stay right in her bunghole until she woke up, but he 
realized he had to piss. After she fell asleep, he pulled his hard dick out 
of her and went to the toilet. As he stood there, holding his inflamed 
steel-hard cock, he suddenly remembered that out in the car was a tube of KY 
jelly. 

Why the hell hadn't he remembered it before? He shook the piss off as he 
finished, washed his cock in the sink, and quickly got dressed. He rushed 
out and got the jelly. 

As he came back in, Eve moaned and rolled over on the bed, half-awake and 
aware that he was back. 

He stripped down again as fast as he could and applied a liberal dose of KY 
to his stiff boner, then went to Eve. 

"Roll over again, baby," he said. "I want to put some nice soothing salve on 
your asshole. It will make it feel very good." 

She got back onto her belly and stuck her ass up in the air. Ron slapped a 
big gob of KY right on her puckered rosebud, and with his finger he spread 
it all around and forced as much as possible inside, right up her 
shit-chute. He smeared a good coating of it on his finger and put it back in 
and went right up with it, spreading it all over the walls of her asshole 
inside, paving the way for his second invasion of her shitter. 

She was not aware of what he had in mind-obviously. Even though she had 
liked what she felt before-after she'd got used to it-once he'd pulled his 
cock out she'd felt sore and her ass ached like it had been scraped by a 
fish scaler. 

"Feel better, doll?" he asked when her ass had been thickly smeared-inside 
and out-with KY. 

"Yeah, that's good," she said. "Nice and soothing. What is it?" 

"It's my favorite ointment," he said. "Dr. Adler's Rectal Lubricant." 

It didn't dawn on Eve for a minute. She was still on her hands and knees, 
just as she'd been as he was applying the salve. When it hit her what he had 
said, it was too late. 

"Lubric . . . eeeiow!" she shrieked. 

Ron hit her with his greasy pecker, jamming it into her with all the force 
of a pile driver, and this time it went sliding right into her on that 
smooth bed of KY. 

There was no wedging or stuffing this time. It was nice and smooth, and her 
ass-muscles had been stretched by his previous fucking, anyway, so she 
couldn't stop his thunderous entry. 

Ron was out of his mind with lustful desire for her tight ass. It was just a 
matter now of gritting her teeth and taking enough of his surging cock to 
get used to it all over again. When her ass adapted to this foreign object, 
she thought, it won't be so bad. 

"Just squeeze your ass-muscles tight and then let them go," he told her. 
Keep doing that over and over. It'll be good for both of us." 

She started doing it, grasping his cock and holding it like she was pinching 
back a good healthy shit, then releasing it. After several grabs, during 
which he almost came, she did begin to feel better. The feel of his hard 
prick in her ass distracted her from the pain of her torn membranes and, 
even if it was only in her mind, she began to improve. 

Meanwhile, Ron was getting so hot he could hardly stand it. He was fucking 
his big prick in and out of her on that river of KY, ramming its full length 
way into her shithole. 

His cockhead was scraping against a strangely sharp object, and he knew 
damned well what it was, but he didn't mention it to Eve. If she happened to 
ask, he wouldn't tell her. She'd probably make him pull out. She would 
probably be embarrassed to know he was knocking against a hunk of shit 
inside her. 

He loved the way his prick filled Eve's tight rump. It was like fucking a 
young kid, he thought. The last time he had a piece of ass as good as this 
was when he'd knocked off that little girl in LA. Her mother had offered her 
to Ron for ten dollars and he'd jumped at it. He'd felt a little funny 
afterwards, but he didn't let it bother him long. It was exceptionally good 
fucking, and you just don't throw away stuff like that. 

Eve was moaning softly now, burrowing her head in a pillow and beginning to 
get very hot from the ass-reaming she was getting. His cock was sliding in 
and out of her so fast, she thought it was powered by a machine. But it was 
just one very talented pair of hips belonging to one of the best Greek 
artists anywhere. 

"How do you like it, baby?" he asked. 

"Mmmmm . . . it's good," she replied. "You're really getting in there deep 
now. You're making me awfully hot!" 

"Yeah, you bet your ass I am, sugar," he grunted, fucking into her like a 
German Shepherd. 

His hands were grasping her hips, holding her tightly like a horny male dog, 
and his hips kept gyrating and thrusting that long hard prick in and out, in 
and out, in and out. 

The faster he went, the hornier he got, and the farther up he pushed it into 
her. 

His legs were spread wide, his pelvis thrust forward, his back arched, and 
he was almost on the tips of his toes now, his teeth clenched. He was 
pumping his cock to her in fierce, determined lunges. His breath was coming 
in fast heavy gasps, and he kept wheezing and giving out agonized little 
yelps of crazed, lustful desire. 

Eve realized that he was getting close to coming, and she felt all queazy 
and trembling inside. Her legs were getting weak, and she felt so excited 
she thought she just might come, even though he had not been touching her 
cunthole or that all-important clit of hers. 

"Mmrammm ... oh, baby!" he grunted, barely able to talk, he was so keyed-up 
and close to getting off. 

"Fuck it into me, sweetheart!" she urged, starting to rock her hips with 
him. She timed it so her movements coincided with his, and he banged into 
her harder and harder. 

She squeezed her ass-muscles as she fucked him, taking that hard meat way 
inside her slippery shit-chute, clasping and unclasping it in short, firm 
grasps. 

It was enough to drive a Greekster insane, and Ron was no exception. He 
thought he was going to pass out from the incredible ecstasy of reaming her 
round, firm ass, knowing that it was her first trip down the dirt road, as 
they say. 

He began to groan low and gutturally, and he clenched his teeth and clamped 
his eyes shut. All his muscles were tensed as he clung to her hips and drove 
his cock like a piston in and out of her. Then he gradually moved up on his 
tiptoes, stretching to get it all in . . . 

He exploded. 

The cream went shooting into her asshole like it was shot from a cannon. It 
blasted her bowels and coated her whole shit-chute in a bath of white. He 
felt it cascading over his cockhead, still spitting out gobs of it as he 
fucked in and out of her in rapid jerking strokes. 

She thought her ass was dipped in hot gravy as he spewed his jism-what 
seemed like a pint of it-into her. It was a fantastic, bone-shattering come, 
and Eve felt exultant that she had turned Ron on so completely. And she felt 
exultant that she, too, had been so aroused by getting fucked in the ass. 

She had not come, it was true, but it made every nerve in her body come 
alive, and she knew that she'd found another alternative in her fast-growing 
repertoire of sexual games. It had been a real learning experience for her. 

Of course the night was not yet over, but Ron was going to need a little 
rest after this one, she was sure. He was still fucking his cock to her, but 
the peak had been passed and he was more or less bathing in his juices, 
stroking her shitter and fond ling those luscious round, creamy-white and 
smooth cheeks of her ass. 

"Beautiful job, Ron sweetheart," she sighed. "That was quite a lesson in 
buggering." 

"Thanks . . . ahhh ... oh, Jesus ..." he said. "Thanks, baby. I . . . ahhh . 
. . ohhhh, God, that was good! You sure turn me on. Christ, I could fuck 
that rosebud of yours every night. What do you say . . . want to do that?" 

"I'll let you know, lover, I'll let you know," she said. 

She let him keep his hard prick in her ass for quite a long time, letting 
him come down gradually. Finally, after slowly stroking her until he was 
about half-hard, he pulled it out little by little. His cock fell, all red 
and cum-laden, between his legs. He lay down beside her and dozed. 

But Eve couldn't sleep. Her ass hurt, but she was horny. Her cunt needed 
satisfaction. She looked over at him, asleep next to her, and ran her hand 
over his beautiful prick. She wanted to suck it, but it had little flecks of 
shit all over it and she wasn't about to swallow her own crap. 

She went to the bathroom and got a couple of well-soaked washcloths and a 
towel and a cake of soap. Carefully wetting down his cock and balls and his 
whole crotch area, she lathered him all up with the soap and sponged him off 
with the other washcloth. When he was squeaky clean again, she toweled his 
cock off. As an afterthought, she took a little of her own cologne and 
sprayed a couple of shots in his cock-hair. 

Then she went to work. He'd slept right through her sponge bath-that's how 
much fucking her in the ass had taken out of him. But it wasn't long after 
she began running her tongue over the head of his cock and it began rising 
again, stiff and tight and all purplish-red, that he came to. 

When he opened his eyes, his cock was rock-hard and standing up like 
Washington's Monument, and Eve was licking up and down its beautiful tall 
sides, and down over his balls. 

"Ooooh, baby, keep it up," he moaned. "Your tongue is fantastic! Keep it up 
and I'll come again." 

"Yeah, sure," she said. She didn't say anything more, but she knew exactly 
what she was going to do. And it didn't include getting him off again 
without her coming, too. She had to come, and she was going to get him good 
and hard and hot, then she'd climb on top and fuck his ears off. She really 
didn't give a shit if he came or not. He'd had his. 

Her fingers caressed his thighs, raising goose pimples up and down his arms 
and legs, and she could feel him shudder every once in a while as her 
talented tongue hit a sensitive spot in his hot crotch. 

Ron's thick veiny cock was very wide, she thought, and as her lips went to 
the top and slid over his cockhead, she had all she could do to get it all 
into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and crammed it all in somehow, 
then slid her lips down over that hot pulsating shaft. It eased into her 
soft warm mouth like a candy cane into a child's, and she sucked on it 
tenderly in long wet strokes-in and out, in and out. 

Her hands massaged his balls and the base of his prick with gentleness, and 
she concentrated on giving him firm tantalizing strokes up near the head. 
She couldn't get much more than half of it in her mouth-or at least she 
didn't attempt to do so. If she really got hot, maybe she could jam it down 
her throat, but not right now. 

As she sucked, she let the spit drool from her tongue onto that gorgeous 
hunk of meat, making it wet and hot and giving it the appearance of a 
well-oiled tool. He could feel the warmth of her saliva, and it only 
heightened his passion. 

He moaned softly and shifted his ass, and she began to suck a little harder, 
a little faster. Her head went up and down on his throbbing pecker, gliding 
her lips over the ridges bulging veins, and she felt an ache in her cunt 
that told her she was getting ready for more than a cock in the mouth. After 
a few more hot licks, she got up, her soft tits swinging, and straddled him. 

"Yeah, baby, that's it!" He smiled. "Fuck me good!" 

"That's just what I'm gonna do, Ron baby. I'm gonna fuck you like you've 
never been fucked before!" 

She grasped his hard boner and, holding up one leg to find her wet cuntlips, 
inserted it into her juicy cunt. It was nice and syrupy and hot, and his 
cock went in beautifully. She put her leg down and slowly sank down on his 
shaft, which went sailing into her on a smooth river of cuntjuice. 

Eve didn't waste any time now. She was hot to fuck. Getting it in the ass, 
sucking his cock, feeling all that hard cock in her hand and on her tongue, 
had really turned her on. She needed a good fucking and she needed to 
come-hard. And she intended to do just that. 

Her cunt started swiveling around in a figure eight, all the while sliding 
up and down on his hard, hot prick. She lathered his prick with her seeping 
juices, and every time she slid up, he could see the glistening surface of 
his prick going in and out of soft reddish-orange pussy. 

Eve leaned down on her hands with her tits hanging over Ron's face and 
gyrated her hips in rhythm with the beat in her brain that kept going: Fuck 
him good . . . fuck him good . . . fuck him good ... It was like the 
fast-churning cadence of a locomotive's wheels as they sped down the track. 

Her cunt was the engine that fueled her locomotive, and she kept piling on 
the coal. She felt the heat growing in the slippery pink walls of her cunt, 
and as it grew, it got wetter and wetter and his cock slid in it faster and 
faster. 

She began to get that empty, far-away feeling in her brain, when the body 
takes over and the mind gives way to its lustful need. She could feel the 
passion welling within her as his cock started hitting that place inside her 
where she had all those sensitive feelings-like in her clit. 

It was like he was hitting her bull's-eye, and it didn't take many of those 
perfect shots to get a prize. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Her whole 
body began shaking, and she straightened up, sitting astride him, jouncing 
and jerking. Her ass was churning and her red hair was flying and her tits 
were bouncing up and down like rubber balls. 

Her cunt was on fire, and she felt a grinding, trembling ache in her loins 
that begged to be satisfied. Ron was responding with hard, driving thrusts 
of his ass, his face-like hers-a study in agonized ecstasy. It was all 
screwed up and sweating and full of lustful desire. 

Then she reached that peak, that point of no return, that mountaintop for 
which all hot cunts strive so hard . . . 

"NOW!" she screeched. 

Her head was drawn back, her face upturned parallel with the ceiling, her 
hair hanging behind her. Her back was arched almost into a U, and her cunt 
was grinding around Ron's hard burgeoning prick. It was imbedded so deeply 
in her that she hoped it would never come out. 

An incredible outpouring of cuntjuice came flowing down her pussy-canal, out 
to her glistening red cunthair, over his shaft, onto his hot balls. She was 
flooded with her hot juice, and it felt like all the dammed-up passion of 
her life was coming forth. 

She felt blissful relief from the torment of the night. A cocoon of 
blackness enveloped her and she was swept away on a trip into space for that 
wonderful moment when her cunt opened to his pounding cock. 

All the swirling, rhapsodic melodies of sexual fulfillment were hers at 
last. She had given him what she promised, a fucking like he'd never had 
before! 

Even though Ron was a Greek lover, he still enjoyed a good cunt-fucking, 
too, and as Eve sent down her cuntjuice and basked in the sweetness of her 
hard bone-rattling orgasm, Ron was fucking her hard and getting close 
himself. He strained and fucked his meat into her in hard thrusting lunges. 

He held her ass and she came up just a couple of inches. His hips churned up 
and down, up and down, slamming her with drive after drive that went way up 
into her soft cunt. Her smooth round ass was firmly in his grip, and his 
fingers ground into those luscious cheeks as he approached his climax. 

"Uuuugggghhhh . . . yeah, baby, here it is!" And he shot another load of hot 
cum up into her. 

He was as full of jism as before, spilling it out in a gushing, torrential 
stream that bathed her insides in warmth and made her swoon with delight. 

They rocked and fucked and strained to the beat of a lustful drummer until 
they thought their loins would burst, and then they finally fell into each 
other's arms and kissed and fondled and hugged each other until they closed 
their eyes and dozed again. 

For Eve, it had been a new and exhilarating encounter. For Ron, the hottest 
piece of ass in years -for his whole life maybe-and that was saying a lot, 
since he had fucked women from Sacramento to Newark and overseas, too, while 
building bridges and skyscrapers and superhighways. 

Now Eve was building something, too-a road to sexual freedom. And she wanted 
to ride it 'til it wore out. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Eve was getting hornier and hornier-and braver and braver-as her new-found 
life as an obscene caller went on. She looked constantly for new sexual 
thrills and new kinds of sexual partners through her nightly calls. 

One night not long after fucking Ron Adler, she was running her finger down 
a page of her telephone directory when she hit 'Police Dept.' 

Suddenly she sat bolt upright. What a gas it would be to call the cops and 
start talking dirty! she thought. The more she thought about it, the hotter 
she got. She couldn't resist the idea of telling a cop she'd like to lick 
his balls. 

In no time at all, she found herself dialing the number. 

"Police . . . Sgt. Ridgeway . . . may I help you?" 

"Hi, Sergeant," she drawled softly. "How would you like me to lick your 
balls and suck your cock nice and slow tonight? Then maybe you'd like to 
ball me afterwards ..." 

"Who's calling, please?" 

"My name is Denise, and I'm a very hot pussy. Why not come over after you're 
off duty? I can make you very happy. You can even eat me if you like." 

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm a married man," the sergeant said. "And I have to 
remind you that using obscene language on the telephone is a federal 
offense." 

"Oh, Sergeant . . . you wouldn't report me, would you? Of course, if you 
were my jailer, it might be fun. I could give you a nice blowjob every day, 
and I would fuck you till your badge melted. I've got a forty-inch pair of 
tits and a thirty-inch waist and forty-inch hips. How would you like to get 
into something like that and fuck hell out of it?" 

Without letting her know, of course, Sgt. Felix Ridgeway had signaled 
Patrolman Roger Spencer to monitor the call on some new sophisticated 
equipment the department had just received for just such emergencies as 
this. 

Spencer put on the headphones. Using a series of complicated mathematical 
applications, he could-given enough time-zero in on the exchange from which 
the call was made and, eventually, narrow it down to one of only a few 
numbers. If he knew the exchange right away, the time needed to trace a call 
was cut substantially. 

The key was to keep her on the phone. 

"Well, now that you put it that way," Ridgeway said, "I don't know whether I 
could refuse. It's very, very tempting. Where is your apartment?" 

"I can't give you the address, Sergeant. I'm sure you understand. But it's 
not far from the Convention Center. Could you meet me in the bar next door 
to it? What time do you get off?" 

He scribbled 'Convention Center area' on a slip of paper and passed it to 
Spencer. It meant the call was coming from the four-four-six exchange. 
Spencer could zero in on Eve in about sixty seconds if Ridgeway could keep 
her talking. 

"Well, we're not allowed to give out our duty hours, ma'am. What's the name 
of the bar?" He was stalling and hoping it worked. 

Eve didn't give a thought to being traced. If the truth were known, she 
probably wouldn't have even dared. She really didn't think there was 
anything to worry about. Cops were men just like any of the others she'd 
fucked. She figured they'd like a good fucking, too. 

"It's the Pink Pussy," she said with a giggle. "Nice name, eh?" 

"Yeah, I know the place," Ridgeway said. "Got a big sign that looks like a 
vagina. Almost got closed down last year, but a judge let them off on a 
technicality." 

"That's the place, Sergeant. Meet me there? What time?" 

Spencer signaled that he had the number. He passed it to Ridgeway, who 
looked it up quickly in a directory on his desk, still talking with Eve to 
keep her occupied. 

"I'm not sure, miss. Probably after midnight." 

"But it's only eight o'clock now, Sergeant. Do I have to wait four hours to 
feel your cock?" 

"Sorry, ma'am, but I won't be able to make it before that." 

"Well, OK, if that's the best you can do. See you then." And she hung up. 

"Great work, Spencer," the sergeant said. "I got the name. It's Eve 
Brownell. She lives at 2422 West 34th Street. Let's go." 

Ridgeway had lied to Eve. He and Spencer were actually through work at eight 
p.m., and she had called just as they were leaving. It had been perfect 
timing for the cops. 

They went to the parking lot and got into Ridgeway's car. 

"Remember the last time we had one of these, Spencer?" the sergeant asked. 
"That broad couldn't walk for a week after we got through with her." 

"I worry sometimes, though, that they'll turn us in," the patrolman replied. 
"It could get us in a lot of trouble." 

"Don't worry. I've told you a thousand times-all we have to do is threaten 
them with arrest for making obscene calls. They're scared shitless of the 
exposure, to say nothing of the sentence they might get." 

"Yeah, I know. I wonder what this broad will be like. You going to give her 
the usual?" 

"Of course. Got it right in the back seat for use at any time. Never travel 
without it." 

The ride to West 34th Street took about twenty-five minutes, and Ridgeway 
didn't spare the horses. When he got stopped in traffic at an intersection, 
he just turned on the siren and the cop on the corner opened up traffic to 
let them get through. 

When they pulled up in front of Eve's apartment building, they jumped out 
and Ridgeway got a small leather bag from the back seat before they went 
into the building. The doorman said Miss Brownell lived in apartment nine, 
third floor. 

"Anything wrong, officers?" 

"No, just some routine questions. Stay cool." 

"Yeah, OK," the doorman replied. 

They rang for the elevator and went up. Ridgeway rapped on the door of 
number nine and waited. 

"Who is it?" came the female voice. 

"Police. Open the door, please." 

Eve's pulse raced. What could they want? They couldn't know about the call. 
She hadn't given them the address or the phone number, and she'd used the 
name Denise, as usual. 

She'd been taking a bath, getting ready for meeting Sergeant Ridgeway later, 
and was just toweling off when the doorbell rang. She ran to get a robe. 

"Just a minute," she said. 

When she opened the door, Ridgeway and Spencer couldn't conceal their 
delight at the gorgeous piece of ass standing before them. Long red hair, 
big tits bulging out of her tight satiny robe, green eyes, full sensuous 
mouth. 

Am I ever gonna put it to this broad! Ridgeway thought as he stepped inside. 
Spencer was right on his heels. 

"Hello, Denise," Ridgeway said with a leer. "We decided to make our 
appointment a little early." 

"My name is Eve Brownell," she said, stepping back, frightened for the first 
time. "I don't understand what you're talking about." 

"Oh, you understand, all right," the sergeant said. "We're here to take you 
up on your offer. You know, the one you made earlier tonight when you called 
me at the station." 

Spencer spoke for the first time. "You must remember, Miss Brownell," he 
said. "The one in which you said you were going to lick the sergeant's balls 
and suck him off. Remember now?" 

Eve panicked. She started to run for the phone. Ridgeway got there first. He 
clamped his hand over her wrist. 

"Don't think of doing anything foolish, Miss Brownell," he said.. "You made 
an obscene phone call, and we will press charges against you if you do 
anything to resist us or report what goes on here tonight. Do you understand 
that? We will charge you with resisting arrest and anything else we can 
think of, understand?" 

"But I never called you!" she protested. "I never made a dirty call in my 
life. How dare you!" 

"Hey, Sarge, get a load of this." Spencer had the telephone book open to 
'Police Dept.' and found that it had been circled in pencil. And on the 
desk, next to the phone, he found a slip of paper that read: "Sgt. 
Ridgeway-Pink Pussy-Midnight." 

"How did you happen to write this if you didn't call me, Eve?" Ridgeway 
said. 

Eve realized he had her by the short hairs. "All right . . . what do you 
want with me?" she said. 

"You can start by showing us your bedroom," Ridgeway said. "We'll let you 
know the rest in there." 

She walked down the hall and into a large room done almost completely in 
white-walls, carpet, bedspread, everything. The bed was a big king-sized 
job. 

Ridgeway smiled. "Good, plenty of room for everybody in that one," he said. 

Eve realized she was going to get it, but she still didn't know quite how 
and she couldn't help being apprehensive. The sergeant and his sidekick were 
being a little too cold and matter-of-fact about it -not really letting her 
know what was on their minds. It wouldn't be so bad if they'd just tell me 
what they want, Eve told herself. 

"Okay, baby, let's get this robe off and see what you got for us," Ridgeway 
said. 

He pulled on the sash and it fell open, revealing Eve's tremendous round 
tits and her bushy freshly-scrubbed and powdered pussy. Her gentle curves 
and perfectly formed ass and legs were enough to make both cops gaze in 
lustful awe as she let the robe drop to the floor. 

"Oh . . . you're gonna be one hell of a piece of ass, sweetheart!" Spencer 
said. 

"She sure as hell is!" Ridgeway agreed. "When we get through with you, 
you're going to know you've been had." He began ripping off his blue 
uniform. So did Spencer. 

By the time they got down to their shorts, Eve realized she had a couple of 
real studs on her hands. Ridgeway was about thirty, a blond with a 
short-cropped brush cut and almost covered with soft hair all over his body. 
He had a square jaw, and his rugged face had the look of a tough ex-Marine. 
His blue eyes were deep-set, and his mouth was almost a straight line. His 
body was like a toolbox set on end-square and rugged. 

He had a cock like a stallion. And as he dropped his shorts, it was hard and 
erect and ready for anything. 

Spencer was younger-probably about twenty-five, Eve thought. He wore a 
mustache to make him look older, but his soft light-brown hair and a body 
almost devoid of hair made him look really young when he was undressed. He 
had rosy cheeks and gray-green eyes and a rather slight build. 

But he was hung heavily and circumcised, which Eve liked, and it was like a 
rock when he finally finished stripping down. His balls were loose and hung 
like a pair of lemons in their wrinkled hairy sac. 

"Onto the bed, Denise," Ridgeway said facetiously. "This show is about to 
begin." He picked up his leather case and unzipped it. He pulled out a 
vibrator dildo and climbed up behind her. 

As soon as she was on her back and had her legs spread, the sergeant moved 
right to her crotch. With his right hand, he felt her cunt to see how wet it 
was. Eve hoped he would eat her or fuck her before he used the dildo, 
because she wasn't sure she could handle such a big thing until she was 
warmed up. 

She didn't realize that Ridgeway wanted that. He hoped she'd be dry. That 
was his thing-ramming that big tool into dry cunts. 

Unfortunately, Eve was not excited enough to have begun seeping pussyjuice. 
She was dry as a bone. 

"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes fixed on her red cuntal bush. He parted 
her cuntlips with one hand and held the huge dildo in the other. He flicked 
the switch and it hummed its lustful hum. 

"Don't hurt me!" Eve cried. "Don't push that into me yet. Put some KY in 
first." 

"Fuck you, bitch!" Ridgeway replied. 

He stuck its wide head between her dry cuntlips and rammed it home. It went 
into her to the hilt, and as it went in Eve felt every fiber of her soft 
young pussy tear and burn. 

He ripped her tender cunt unmercifully as he jammed the hard artificial cock 
way up into her. It tore at her flesh and she screamed in agony, but he paid 
no attention to her pleas for mercy. 

Spencer stood by the side of the bed watching the whole sordid affair. He 
was grinning obscenely as he stroked his long hard cock. 

Eve thought she would pass out from the pain, hoped she would. 

"Please, don't!" she cried. "You're policemen. You're supposed to protect 
people. I'll fuck you. I'll suck you. I'll even lick your assholes, but 
don't ram that huge thing up into me without any lubricant. You're killing 
me!" 

"I already told you-fuck you, bitch!" Ridgeway answered. "You're going to 
get what we give you and you're going to like it. The sooner you realize 
that and shut up, the better it will be for you." 

Eve realized she had no choice. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and 
prepared for a long agonizing night of satisfying the special sexual 
appetites of Sergeant Ridgeway and Patrolman Spencer. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Ridgeway was sweating and his face was set with a grim determination as he 
pushed the vibrator in and out of Eve's pain-racked pussy. He was grunting 
and Eve thought she detected a sadistic grin on his face as he worked her 
over. 

She'd give up trying to reason with Ridgeway. He was going to have his way 
regardless of what she said or did. She only hoped that her cunt would soon 
begin to get wet and relieve her of some of the pain. 

If only I could concentrate on what he's doing and try to make myself think 
it feels good, she thought. Maybe that will do the trick. She closed her 
eyes and as the huge dildo went ramming into her, she focused her mind on it 
and tried to tell herself it was Johnny Pollard fucking her. 

It didn't happen immediately, but after a while it began to seep into her 
brain. Her subconscious took over and she felt the first traces of moisture 
begin to lubricate the dildo. Her cunt was getting wet and the surging dildo 
became less painful. 

Ridgeway knew it had to happen sooner or later, but he kept fucking that big 
stiff thing into her with all his might. It still hurt some, but Eve was 
beginning to get hot, now that she was getting wet, and the more she got 
turned on, the better it felt. 

Her cuntjuice was making it slippery and easy to handle. It must have had a 
medicating effect on her torn pussy walls as well, because the pain kept 
getting less and less intense. After a few minutes, she was really enjoying 
it. 

"Mmmmmm . . . that's beginning to feel good, baby," she moaned, hoping she 
would appease Ridgeway and he might be more considerate. 

"Oh, yeah?" he said. "That's too bad. I was hoping you were still getting 
torn apart." Abruptly he pulled the dildo out of her cunt and tossed it 
aside. 

Eve felt suddenly as empty as a church on Monday, and her pussy began to 
ache and throb once more. Without that big hard dildo fucking her, all the 
lesions he'd created inside her lovely pink pussy overshadowed the pleasant 
feelings, and pain began to course through her loins. 

Ridgeway got up to his knees, his cock almost bursting from excitement. It 
was almost as mammoth as the dildo and every bit as hard. It stood out from 
his body and its head was red as a beet. His face was still grim, his jaw 
set like a bulldog, and he moved up so his cock was right in front of her 
face. 

"How would you like to take this whole thing right down your throat, baby?" 

"I'd like to suck you, but that's much too big for me to get it all in my 
throat, I'm afraid," she said. 

"Oh, come now, my dear," he said. "Surely you jest. Spencer, come here. I 
may need some help holding this bitch while she takes my cock down her 
throat." 

Spencer crawled up on the other side of Eve, right alongside her head. 

Eve's heart was pounding almost as hard as Ridgeway's cock as the sergeant 
grabbed her head, and told her to open her mouth. She refused; and he placed 
his thumb in one cheek, his forefingers in the other, and squeezed. 

She thought he would break her cheekbones. His fingers were like iron. She 
couldn't possibly resist. 

When her mouth popped open, he jammed his immense throbbing cock into 
it-right down her throat. All of his long thick prick went in, and she 
gagged and tried to talk but found her throat plugged by the bulging shaft 
of Ridgeway's cock. 

He began fucking into her, holding her by the hair of the head with one hand 
and playing with his balls with the other. Spencer sat on the bed, playing 
with his prick again. 

"Like that, baby?" Ridgeway said with a leer. "Bet you never had that much 
cock in your face before." 

Eve was scared to death. His cock was reaching far down her throat, seeping 
cum in a thin dribble, and she was having more and more trouble breathing. 
She couldn't swallow, and the cum was trickling down her throat. It tickled 
like hell. She tried to cough, but it wouldn't come out. Her face began to 
get red and her lungs were bursting. 

Ridgeway was fucking her face faster and faster. He closed his eyes and 
threw his head back suddenly and squeezed his eyes. Then he was stock still 
and a low guttural groan came up from his lungs. He shot a huge wad of hot 
jism right down her throat. 

She gagged and tried to swallow it, but his prick was surging in and out of 
her and she couldn't. 

"You better let her get her breathe a sec, Sarge. She might croak on us," 
Spencer said. 

"Oh, fuck her!" Ridgeway said. "We'd just investigate it and write her off 
as a suicide-no problem." And he kept right on squeezing off his cum in 
shooting spasms of his throbbing prick. 

Eve was beginning to go out of her mind. She was pinned to the bed by this 
big monster, getting an incredible prick shoved down her throat, and she 
couldn't swallow . . . Now she might even face choking to death, and there 
was no one to help her! She had never felt so alone in her life. 

Fortunately, Ridgeway was finishing his orgasm and his cock began to soften 
and pull back from its invasion of her air-passage. 

Her mouth was full of cum, and now that the tightness in her throat was 
relieved a little by the retreat of Ridgeway's cock, she tried to savor its 
sweetness and let the cream slide down. 

It tasted good to her, and she felt her troubles might be over. Maybe 
Ridgeway would get dressed and leave, now that he'd shot his load. 

But she was much too optimistic. 

When he had finished draining his prick of every last drop of jism and his 
hot prick was ready to rest, he slid it out of her mouth and straddled her 
face, sitting on her soft heaving tits. Eve was afraid he might break her 
ribs. He felt like he weighed a ton, but he didn't seem to care how much he 
rested his full weight on her tender body. 

"Get enough cock that time, baby?" he said. "Got enough cum to feed an army, 
didn't ya?" He laughed uproariously. 

His cock, only a few inches from her face, was dripping with his jism, but 
still thick and more than half-hard, and Ridgeway took it in one hand and 
began wiping it off on Eve's cheek. 

"Got a great complexion, baby, but there's nothing like a little jizz to 
soften the skin ... eh, Spencer?" 

"Right, Sarge." He was watching the whole thing, still not daring to make a 
move unless Ridgeway told him to. 

Then the sergeant took a handful of Eve's lustrous red hair in one hand and, 
using it like a cloth, began wiping off his cockshaft and his balls. She 
thought if she could ever get to his gun, lying across the room with his 
uniform, she would blow his head off. What a fucking pig! What right did a 
bastard like this have to wear a uniform and pretend that he was worthy of 
respect? 

"And nice of her to let her hair grow long so I can use if for a wiping rag 
. . . eh?" 

"Yeah, Sarge, real nice of her." 

"You are a no good son of a bitch-that's what you are!" Eve blurted out. 
"When you leave here, I'm going to report you to your captain." 

"And what are you going to say, Little Miss Shithead? That you just called 
the station with a dirty phone call-innocent little thing that you are-and 
then got raped? Your name will be in every paper and on every news 
broadcast, and after that's all over, your body will be in the city morgue, 
because some guy will put a goddam cock in your throat and leave it there 
until you croak, next time. I'll see to that personally! So you won't say 
anything to anybody . . . will you? I said, will you!" He balled up his fist 
as if to hit her, and held her throat with the other. 

"N-n-no, I won't tell anyone," she said softly. 

"That's better. To hell with you! Cunts like you make me sick. She's all 
yours, Spencer. Fuck her ears off . . . if you can stand her." 

Ridgeway backed off and went to the other side of the room. Eve hoped it 
would be the last time she ever saw him. But before she could give it much 
thought, Spencer was up on her. At least he wasn't the sadistic type-she was 
pretty sure of that. But it was obvious he was one hell of a horny young 
cop. 

Eve saw him lunging for her. He was hotter than a boiler room in July, and 
she knew she was in for a lot more heavy duty before this night was over. 

He leaped onto the bed and crawled between her legs, his cock in one hand 
and his eyes bugging out, his mouth open and almost drooling as he pressed 
his cock to her hot, wet pussylips. 

"I can't wait ... I can't wait to fuck you, sweetheart!" he panted. "I'm 
really gonna give it to you, baby. I'm gonna fuck your goddam ass right 
off!" 

He twisted and turned with his cock, getting the head wet, then sent it 
surging into her with one hard lunge of his hips. His prick was so long, it 
went right up her on that first thrust and bounced against her hot spot way 
inside. 

At last! she thought. At last I'm going to get some real, honest-to-goodness 
fucking! This I can take. A good piece of ass you never turn down. A bully 
and a sadist like Ridgeway you hope you never see again. 

Spencer was so hot, he started shoving that big pecker in and out of her 
like a locomotive. He churned his ass and lunged in and out of her cunt 
faster and faster. 

He sent his prick racing to the very farthest reaches of her luscious, 
creamy pussy. Its hard bumpy shaft pressed against the walls of her 
cunt-canal and spread them wide, giving her that filled-up feeling she 
loved. 

"Ooooo . . . baby . . . this is more like it," she moaned. "Give it to me 
good, sweetheart. You're making me hotter than hell!" 

"Yeah, I know," he said, his mouth hanging open, beads of sweat standing out 
on his forehead. "I fuck good, don't I?" 

"You sure do, lover," she said, almost purring in his ear. "You're like a 
fucking rabbit. You really turn me on!" 

Spencer grabbed her asscheeks, stretched out his body on her and fucked her 
so fast and so hard, she thought her loins would burst. They were aching 
with desire by now, and he was about to fill her every need. 

She fucked in rhythm to him, spreading her legs wide and wrapping one over 
his back, hooking it around his tight ass. He might look a little young but 
he was sure a good fuck! Eve told herself. 

His cock was an awfully big hunk of meat in proportion to his body, and 
because he was not a big guy, he could really maneuver it. He swiveled his 
hips and twisted and turned as he fucked, and she swooned to the feel of his 
luscious hard cock ramming her from every angle. 

It slid and slithered along her clit and sent shooting stabs of exquisite 
pleasure coursing through her loins. Her pleasure went shooting up her belly 
and up her tits, down her arms and legs- all at once, like a bolt of 
lightning . . . and she wasn't grounded. 

She felt cuntjuice flowing from her and lathing up Spencer's cock, and he 
began sloshing around inside her. Every time he pushed that hard prick into 
her, he could feel it go "splot" in the soft warm juice. It excited him even 
more to know that he was getting to his luscious young pussy, and he drove 
his ass even harder. 

He came up on his knees suddenly, and, still gripping her ass, pulled her 
legs up and lunged into her deeper and deeper. 

Eve felt his prick exploring areas of her pussy that had never been touched 
before by any manor dildo. It drove her wild, and her whole body began to 
quiver with uncontrolled lust. 

She felt her belly trembling with lustful desire, and that sweet ache of 
impending orgasm started to seep through her nervous system like a messenger 
of blissful promise. It wouldn't be long now, she knew. 

"Turn it on, baby," she murmured as she fucked him harder. "Turn it on, and 
Mama will come home to you just the way you want." 

Spencer gave her long pelvis-pounding strokes. His veiny prick went into her 
farther on every thrust, heating already-hot flesh to the boiling point. He 
was panting with passion at the threshold of orgasm, and Eve met everything 
he gave her with an equal amount of groping, reaching, straining 
desire-pushing her red, cum-matted pussy up to meet his agonized frenzied 
drives, taking those drives with hungry, greedy cuntlips. 

She felt that gnawing, gripping hand deep inside her suddenly reach back and 
grab the place where all her desires were centered, and suddenly it brought 
all of them from their dwelling place and hurled them through her loins. 
That big ball of hot orgasm went shooting from her scorched, pink flesh and 
out into the light, bathing Spencer's cock in a blanket of wetness and heat 
like he had never known before. 

"Jeeeesus!" she screamed. 

Her ass rocked and heaved, and Spencer damn near fell out of the saddle as 
she came in a burst of energy like a grenade exploding in her pussy. She 
twisted and turned, and her tits jounced and flopped from side to side as 
she poured out her cuntjuice and that luscious ache in her belly turned to 
sweet, rapturous release. 

Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was wide open in one long, 
drawn-out frenzy of ecstatic sexual envelopment. Her cunt was drenched with 
her juice, and Spencer fucked like there was no tomorrow. 

And then he came, too. He stiffened and let out a scream that would have 
awakened the dead, had there been any stiffs in the room other than the one 
between his legs. 

His cum shot into her as if it were shot from a high-pressure fire hose. It 
sprayed the interior walls of her cunt with hot, thick, dripping cream that 
Eve felt almost before it hit. She anticipated its wondrous velvety goodness 
and it made her glad she was a woman. No man could ever know the supreme 
pleasure of being filled with such bliss, she thought. 

Spencer was going crazy. His cock sped in and out of her in long jerking 
movements and the jism kept spurting out in spasms of delightful, 
mind-shattering gobs. 

He was whining and moaning and rocking his ass and running his hands all 
over Eve's thighs and legs and slapping his balls up against those twin 
cheeks of her ass. 

"Oh, Christ, baby, you are beautiful," he kept saying, rocking and fucking 
and moaning softly, over and over. "That was the biggest load I ever shot in 
my life." 

Eve was still alive with sexual excitement, her cunt quivering with every 
thrust of Spencer's long hard cock. She felt warm all over, and her cunt was 
satisfied, and all the damage done by Ridgeway seemed healed by the warm 
jism Spencer had shot into her. It was like a magic elixir-that hot cream 
from his big, young, energetic cock. 

They had both been so caught up in their fucking and had gotten so horny and 
overheated, Eve had paid no attention to Ridgeway or where he was or what he 
was doing. As she began to come down from the heights to which Spencer had 
taken her, she looked over to where both men had dropped their uniforms. 

Ridgeway was sitting in a chair, his cock in his hand. He had just finished 
whacking off his pecker, and the sticky rivers of cum were drooling down 
from its head, over his fingers, his leg. 

What a poor slob, she thought. That's the way he gets his kicks. He has to 
tear my dry cunt apart with a dildo, then get his rocks off by beating his 
meat while Spencer has all the fun. 

Correct that, she thought to herself, while Spencer and I have all the fun. 

As the young patrolman slid out of her cunt and lay back to rest, she 
watched his big dick make its exit-inch by inch-and had to smile to herself. 

It wasn't such a bad night, after all. Maybe policemen are our friends. At 
least one of them is-and a damned good fuck, too. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Despite the hard fucking and the sadistic dildo-ramming by Spencer and 
Ridgeway the night before, Eve was right back on the phone the next night. 
She was insatiable, now that she had tasted a whole new sex-life. 

She'd picked up a city directory and used that instead of the phone book, 
because it gave a lot more information about the person she was calling. For 
instance, she found Harry Mcintosh-principal, Sunshine Elementary School. 
Sounded like he might be fun. If only for kicks, she'd call him. Some of her 
best calls were those she never got in bed with. Eve liked to bug some guys 
who were uptight about sex-scare the shit out of them with dirty talk. 

"Hello," said the thin, reedy male voice. 

"Hi, Harry, wanna fuck?" Eve put on her sexiest, kittenish voice for him. 

"Oh, my, are you sure you have the right party?" he asked nervously. 

"You have a party going on? I'll be right over to fuck all of you." 

"No, no ... I mean ... oh, goodness! No, I don't have a party. I mean ... 
are you sure you have the right person? This is Harry Mcintosh." 

"I know it is, Harry. You're the principal at Sunshine Elementary School. 
I'm one of your former pupils, and now I'm a big girl and I want to suck 
your cock until it bursts." 

"Oh, this is too much. I . . . oh, my . . . who is this?" 

"This is Denise . . . you must remember me. I used to come into your office 
and pull my dress up in sixth grade, hoping you'd play with my cunt. But you 
never did. Now I'm old enough to tell you what I want, and I want your big 
hard pecker-right in my mouth." 

Eve, of course, had never gone to Harry's school, didn't even know where it 
was, but she loved getting him aroused. She was doing a good job of it, too. 

"I don't know any Denise ... at least, I don't think I do. Oh, does your 
mother know you're making this call? What would she think of such terrible 
language? You should be ashamed of yourself." Harry was panting into the 
phone, and Eve knew he was excited. 

"My mother? Goodness, no. My mother's probably getting some good fucking, 
herself, tonight. And she'd probably think I was wasting too much time with 
you, Harry. Want to fuck or not? Put up or shut up. I can't diddle with you 
any longer." 

"I should say not! I'm happily marri ... I mean, I'm very satisfied." 

"Yeah, I noticed in the city directory that you live with John Leonard, 
interior decorator. So I guess you are married. Bye, Harry. Sorry to have 
bothered you." 

Eve was laughing her head off as she hung up the phone. She would have given 
her right arm to know what Harry was saying to his lover right now. Calls 
like that almost made her piss her pants. 

But now it was time to get serious again, time to go for a call that 
would-hopefully-produce some ass for herself. She was horny again and wanted 
to find a nice young stud whose cock was prime for a hot pussy-or tongue. 

She dialed Hank's All-Night Service Station, on a hunch that there might be 
a college kid or some other young guy on the late shift. It was after 
midnight, and no older guys would want that shift. 

"Hello . . . Hank's," came the voice. 

"Hi, big boy, how'd you like to get your rocks off tonight with a nice 
big-titted redhead? Like to have your balls licked? Your cock sucked? Want 
to fuck me in the back room?" 

"You on the level?" 

"Of course, lover. What's your name?" 

"I'm Alan Hopkins. But I have to warn you-most girls can't make it with me. 
I'm too big. Just wanted to let you know before you come way over here." 

Eve was eager-immediately. He'd said the magic words. As soon as she heard 
that, she wanted this kid. 

"How big are you, Alan?" 

"Fourteen inches. And pretty big around, too. I can't fit into a lot of 
girls. They get scared. But I'm very careful. If you'd like to try it, come 
on over. It's quiet tonight and I'm hotter than hell." 

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Eve said. 

She never got ready for anything so fast in her life. She slammed down the 
receiver and flew around the apartment, combing her hair, washing her cunt, 
fixing her makeup. She pulled on a skimpy strapless cotton dress that zipped 
down the front, just a pair of little bikinis underneath. 

Before she left, she took a last look in the mirror. Perfect, she thought. 
Her hair was pulled up on top, giving her regal neck and shoulders that 
long, graceful, sweeping look. The dress was tight and cut low, and her big 
tits stuck out like melons ready for picking. Her ass curved out 
seductively, and her legs were bare above the knee. It should be enough to 
turn Alan on with one quick look. She just hoped he wasn't too sweaty and 
greasy from work. 

She needn't have worried. When she pulled into the station twenty minutes 
later, Alan was out front pumping gas into a van for some long-haired kids. 

Eve felt a flash of excitement take over her whole body as she looked at 
him. She parked the car and couldn't take her eyes off this gorgeous hunk of 
young American manhood. He was built like a young Adonis! He wore a black 
T-shirt, and his arms looked like railroad ties coming out of the sleeves. 
His hair was brown and hung almost to his shoulders, and he had dark 
deep-set eyes. 

His face was long, sort of angular, and clean-shaven. He had a wide mouth 
and a chin that jutted out like a drill sergeant. But his smile was what 
captivated her most. He was talking with the hippies in the van and he 
smiled easily, his whole face lighting up and his eyes twinkling with 
genuine merriment as he spoke. 

She felt her body heat growing as she sat there in her car, waiting for him 
to finish gassing the van. There was no doubt in her mind about this one-she 
was going to work him over all night, maybe even come back for an encore. 

She looked over the tight stretched T-shirt and could almost see the 
rippling muscles of his broad tapering chest. Her eyes fell slowly down over 
his body to those low-cut, skin-tight Levi's. The bulge in his crotch was so 
big and so pronounced, she was surprised it wasn't against the law. It 
should be labeled 'obscene', she thought. 

When the couple in the van paid Alan and pulled away, he walked straight 
over to Eve's car, parked by the side of the station. He was smiling 
broadly. 

"Hi . . . I'm Alan. I don't think I know you're name, but I can guess that 
you're the one who called me a few minutes ago." 

"That's right, Alan. I'm Denise. And I meant every word I said on the 
phone." 

"So did I, Denise. Why don't you come on in the station. I'm alone . . . 
except for Buster, the watchdog." 

She followed him in and went right to the back room, where there was a 
neatly made single bed and a couple of chairs in a clean little set-up. Eve 
was delighted. 

"How are we going to get it on when you have to keep going out to pump gas 
instead of pumping me?" 

"Don't worry . . . there isn't much business tonight, and a loud bell rings 
every time a car pulls in," he said. "Besides, I locked the front door so 
nobody's going to walk in on us, anyway." 

"That sounds good," she said. Eve was excited. It looked another hot night. 
"Now, how about showing me that big meat hook you told me about on the 
phone. Do you really have a fourteen-inch cock, or were you just baiting 
me?" Her heart was pounding as she waited to see him open his fly. 

"I'll let you be the judge of that," he replied, slowly unzipping his pants. 

He reached inside, and, with some difficulty, hauled out the most incredible 
pecker Eve had ever laid eyes on. He wasn't joking-it was everything he had 
described and more! His cock would give John Holmes a healthy run for the 
money. 

"Oh, my God!" she cried delightedly. 

Her eyes bugged and she trembled with anticipation as she eyed the mammoth 
prick. It was beginning to get hard, and it already was huge. She watched it 
slowly rise to a ninety-degree angle from his firm athletic body, and she 
just could not believe her eyes. 

It was thick and hard and so damn long she didn't see how it could be real. 
But it was, all right, and she intended to take every inch of it right up 
her hot anxious pussy. 

"I don't believe it, and I'm seeing it with my own eyes!" she exclaimed. 
"It's incredible! Just marvelous!" 

She went to it, kneeling on the floor before him, and rolled it between her 
two outstretched flattened palms. She touched it with her tongue and flicked 
along the sides of its veiny shaft and kissed it and hugged it to her face. 

"Ohhh, Alan! I'm going to suck you dry tonight! I'm going to give you 
everything you've ever wanted before you finish work! I can't thank you 
enough for answering the phone tonight." 

She jumped to her feet and threw her arms around him and gave him a long, 
full kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth and running her fingers up and 
down his neck and through his hair. 

"Thanks, but you're a pretty nice little hunk of woman, too," he said, 
smiling. "Why else do you think this thing came up so fast? Aren't you 
afraid of it? Think you can take it all?" 

"It won't be easy, that's for sure, but I'm sure as hell gonna try it. I 
want that whole hard hunk of meat traveling into me until you can't shove 
another inch in! Just get me good and wet first, and I'll show you what 
fucking really is!" 

She began to peel off her clothes, and Alan slipped off his Levi's. He 
couldn't get undressed all the way, just in case a car came in. 

"Lie down, baby. I want to give you a good tongue-bath first," she said. "I 
never saw so much cock in my life!" 

She was grinning from ear to ear, and her heart was pounding furiously. She 
had all her clothes off now, and her tits-big and full and round-heaved up 
and down with her heavy excited breathing. Her pussy was all soft and 
fluffed-up from the washing she'd given it just before she left home. 

Alan looked her over approvingly and said he'd like to swallow her tits. 

"You'll get your chance, sweetheart," she said. "You'll get your chance." 

He lay down on the bed, and Eve was on him instantly. She stretched out 
between his legs and excitedly began licking his balls, wetting them down 
thoroughly. She loved the soft wrinkly texture of them, all puckered but 
loose and hanging over the crack of his ass, with little wisps of hair 
sticking out. She picked them up with one hand, hefting them gently, and ran 
her tongue all over them. His sac felt spongy and smooth, and about the 
shape of twin lima beans-only in Alan's case, much bigger. 

Eve loved to suck balls, especially big ones, and Alan's were bigger than 
anything she'd ever seen or probably ever would see. She was under a huge 
cock which loomed over her mouth and literally cast a shadow over her 
vibrant tongue. 

She couldn't resist it forever, but she wasn't anywhere near ready to let 
his balls go yet. Reaching up with one hand, she clasped his mammoth cock 
with one hand, twining her fingers as far around it as possible, and kept on 
sucking and licking those beautiful big brown balls. 

Alan shifted his ass a little, giving her the first indication that her 
tongue was getting to him. His head was turned to one side, his eyes closed, 
and he was breathing shallowly through his mouth. His cock was throbbing 
quietly, its shaft a light pink, and it was very warm to the touch. She gave 
it a loving squeeze and kept her fingers wrapped tightly around it. 

Her fast-moving tongue roamed over to his thigh and began wetting down that 
soft flesh right next to his balls in little wet circles, and then up and 
over his hair and all around the sensitive areas of his crotch. 

Eve was doing what she did best-or at least one of the many things she did 
very well-and she was doing it with all the eagerness and love and 
enthusiasm any guy could ever hope for. That's because she loved what she 
was doing. It wasn't for money or favors or anything, but the sheer love of 
sex-pure, unadulterated fucking and sucking. She couldn't get enough of it 
now that she'd found it. 

And Alan Hopkins was the greatest stud, the biggest cock, the grooviest hunk 
of meat she'd come across. She was going to work him and his big pecker 
until she just couldn't get any more. That would mean time was running out 
and she'd have to get home before Kenny came in from the night shift, or 
else she or Alan would give out from exhaustion. 

Alan was moaning softly now as she went on licking him and sucking his balls 
and lathering down his whole crotch with warm, loving laps of her flat 
tongue. She let plenty of saliva drip from her tongue as she worked. It 
heightened the sensuality of the whole scene. With his flesh lightly covered 
with a film of wetness, she let her fingers play and dance lightly over it, 
and he could feel his legs, his balls, his loins shiver with excitement and 
anticipation. 

She raised goose pimples all up and down his legs, his sides and his arms. 
She smiled as she saw them come and go, because it meant he was reacting to 
the magic of her hot tongue. 

Eve began very slowly at first, sliding her fist up and down his cock as she 
continued to lick and suck his balls. Her hand held that big prick firmly, 
and she skinned it back and forth in a slow-motion masturbation, bringing 
him up higher and higher toward the moment when she would start giving him a 
new kind of thrill. 

Faster and faster she moved her tongue over his balls. She picked up the 
loose skin with her thumb and index finger, stretched it out smoothly by 
pressing the sac up against his body, then ran her tongue all over that 
smooth surface. 

"Yeah, you're doin' great, baby," Alan moaned. "You got a tongue just made 
for this." 

She felt a twinge of warm loving desire sweep through her as she heard 
Alan's words. There was nobody she wanted to turn on more than this handsome 
young stud. She could already imagine what it was going to feel like taking 
that mammoth dick into her cunt, but she exhibited amazing self-control. She 
intended to do it right and get him up there little by little, loving him 
with her tongue all the way. 

She felt his cock stiffening more and more as she worked him over. It stuck 
up so high in the air, its end was over the top of her forehead. 

Suddenly, she lifted her head way up and slipped her warm wet lips fully 
over the immense tip of his pounding prick. It was all purplish and hot and 
larger than a ripe plum. She enclosed those glistening lips completely over 
his gorgeous cockhead and started that slow ride down his overheated shaft. 

It felt like she was in heaven, feeling that huge virile cock being 
swallowed by her mouth. 

Down and down she went, taking all that she could possibly take of his long 
meaty prick right into her warm mouth and down her throat. 

She wet him as she went, letting her saliva drip down his shaft, and she 
licked the underside of it, savoring the touch of his bulging veins and that 
sweet, sensuous seam that ran the length of his cock. 

Then she squeezed her throat muscles a few times and, at the same time, slid 
her hand up and down on the remaining five or six inches of cock that still 
was outside her lips. 

With her other hand, she played softly with his balls, fingering them like 
the rare gems they were. 

"Ohhhhh," Alan moaned. He lifted his ass to shove his cock into her mouth 
even further. 

Yeah, Eve said to him silently, I know what you mean. She couldn't actually 
tell him what she was thinking. 

You don't say much at all when your mouth is that full of cock. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Eve pulled back on Alan's big cock, taking a long smooth grip on it with her 
lips and dragging them straight up the lengthy shaft. She pursed her lips 
and gave him all the suction she could give him. 

She continued to hold on to the base of his cock while she began to slide up 
and down on that gorgeous slab of meat. 

Her tongue moved in rhythmic gliding strokes, all the way down as far as she 
could go, then right back up to the big thick shiny head. She ran her tongue 
all around the surface of that beautiful cockhead, sending shivers of 
ecstasy all through Alan's loins as she sucked. 

And it was doing wonders for Eve's cunt, too. Little trembling waves of 
aching desire rippled all through her crotch, and she began to feel a lot of 
wet sticky cuntjuice sliding out of her as she worked him over. It wasn't 
easy keeping your cool when you had that much cock in your hands and your 
mouth and your throat. She sucked him with faster strokes and let her tongue 
flick back and forth across his cock as her head went up and down. 

Eve was leaning over Alan on all fours now, and her luscious full tits hung 
down like soft meaty gifts from heaven, swaying lazily against Alan's legs. 
He felt them bob and nudge against him and he reached down and fondled one 
as she sucked him. 

It was smooth and creamy-white, and the large pink areola was dotted with 
goose bumps as his fingers encircled it. Her nipple came up erect and hard 
and Alan played with it for a moment, then dropped it suddenly as Eve began 
to twist and turn her head and suck on him with harder and harder urgency. 

She gripped his balls and felt his muscles tighten there as he began to moan 
and whine with impending rapture. His body was stiffening and he shoved his 
legs out straight as he strained and stretched to savor the excruciating 
delight of her torturous sucking and urging. 

"Oh, Denise, baby!" he groaned. "Suck me, baby, suck me. I'm almost ready 
..." 

She went into a frenzied, almost furious state of excitement, gulping his 
prick in swift, firm, wet strokes and running her tongue flat and warm up 
and down his throbbing shaft, slithering over the bulging veins and the 
stone-hard ridges all along its entire length. 

Her body was a flurry of motion. Her hair flew and her tits slapped back and 
forth, banging against each other with soft but urgent smacks. 

She sucked him hard, and the flesh of her cheeks sunk in so far as she drew 
up on his cock that the flesh actually touched her teeth. 

Alan was swimming in her saliva now. She was letting it run from her in 
great streaming gobs, and it slid down his prick and into his hair and down 
over his balls. 

He squirmed and twisted under her tormenting tongue and hot suction-filled 
lips, flying up and down his hot straining prick. He was moaning steadily 
now, and she sensed that the time was near when he would be ready for that 
sweet blissful eruption of his cum-filled balls. 

She was right. Just as the thought was crossing her mind, he started shaking 
in the ass, then the knees, then all his legs and his belly, and then he 
heaved his ass up in the air, shoving his cock far into her throat and 
letting fly a hot and enormous shot of jism. It was thick and creamy, and 
Eve gobbled like a hungry child. 

It came rolling out in load after load from that tremendous prick of his, 
spewing forth in gobs of oozing whiteness as his muscles contracted and 
released over and over in one of the most incredible orgasms Eve had ever 
witnessed in her life. 

He came just like he was built-big and heavy. Alan was one of a kind, she 
realized. His tool was a monster, and his cum was like pie-filling. And 
there was nearly enough to make a pie. 

The thought made her smile, even as she was sucking up his jizz and he 
continued to twist and moan. Wouldn't that be fun to make, she thought. A 
cum pie! I'll have to remember that. 

"Ohh, Christ, Denise! Ohhh, God! That was fantastic!" he moaned. "I felt 
that way down in my toes! I never came so hard in my life!" 

"That's just for starters, baby," she said softly. "I've got lots more in 
store for you. The evening's young." 

Just as they started to relax from her heavy sucking, the bell rang. A 
customer wanted gas. 

"Oh, shit," Alan said, jumping up to don his Levi's. "Just don't go away, 
sweetheart," he said. "I'll be right back." 

"Don't worry, you couldn't get me out of here with dynamite!" She laughed, 
then lay back on the bed as he rushed outside. 

Eve closed her eyes and stretched out, yawning and feeling better than she 
had felt in months. She'd had a lot of good fucking and lot of good sucking, 
but nothing could compare with this one. Alan was like a sexual diamond-a 
Hope Diamond of young studs. How could she have been this lucky, she 
thought. 

Her hands wandered down to her crotch and she felt the thick gooey dampness 
in the soft hair of her pussy. Cuntlips wet with juice, warm to the touch, 
and a cunthole that was just waiting and ready for that big pounding prick 
of Alan's. 

When he came back, she decided, it would be time to show him that she wasn't 
like a lot of girls he knew. She'd take that cock of his and he could ram 
every damned bit of it up into her. She wanted it all-not one tiny fraction 
of an inch less would do. 

And she'd fuck him hard and she'd give him all the tricks she could think of 
to make him feel good! It was the least she could do, she thought. Even if 
it hurt, she'd make this a night Alan Hopkins would never forget. 

"Sorry about the interruption, baby," he said, unzipping his pants as he 
came back into the room, "but business is business." He dropped his Levi's 
on the floor and his cock was as hard as ever, ready for more. 

"Yeah, I know," she said, smiling. "And now I'm going to get some of your 
business, I hope. I want to feel how you feel-your beautiful, big cock, that 
is." 

She spread her legs wide, opening up that downy reddish-orange pussy and 
those luscious creamy thighs for him. 

Alan stood over her, letting his eyes drink in that magnificent body for a 
moment-the full, soft, round tits with their tantalizing nipples and big 
pink areolas, the shimmering red hair, the green eyes that made his heart 
melt and his cock stiffen. 

He brushed his hand along her flat smooth belly and into her sweet bushy 
cunt. 

"Jesus, you are one hot fucking body!" he moaned. "I never saw anybody with 
a more perfect set of knockers and better shape than you've got. I hope 
you're ready for this, because I can't hold it back any longer, sweet baby." 

"That's what I want, Alan," she whispered, her eyes half-closed. "Give it to 
me good." 

He crawled onto the bed between her legs and poised himself over her on his 
knees. His cock was so unbelievably long, he had to fuck her at an angle 
that gave him the most penetration in order to avoid killing her with his 
mighty meat-stick. 

Alan spit in his hand and smeared the glop over the end of his prick, 
lathering it up for the entry. His other hand went to her cunt to see how 
wet it was. 

"Don't worry ... I'm wetter than hell," she said. "Don't worry about me, 
just fuck me, baby! Fuck me just the way you want to." 

Alan was so hot he couldn't even think. His elephant trunk of a cock stood 
out hard and pounding, and he was breathing heavily. He stared down at her 
sweet inviting pussy with lust-filled eyes, sort of glazed and unseeing, and 
he moved in for the moment Eve had been waiting for. 

His cock touched those moist pink pussylips, parted with its wide shiny head 
and gently eased inside. Eve felt like a grease-covered baseball bat was 
beginning its ride into the far reaches of her hot cunt. 

Alan realized the enormity of his own prick and moved ahead cautiously, 
shoving it into her inch by inch, letting her cunt-walls adapt to its 
enormous girth and spread out as her muscles relaxed. 

She felt him sliding into her, pressing her open firmly, the heat of his 
cock spreading through her like it had just come out of an oven. She felt 
the hard throbbing meat push against the sides of her cunt, pressing the 
walls out. 

It slid into her smoothly, but slowly, lubricated by an abundance of 
cuntjuice. She'd been leaking ever since she started working on his 
monstrous prick, and now she was so wet she felt like Alan was riding into a 
tunnel of melted butter as he eased his prick up farther and farther inside 
her trembling, anxious young body. 

"My God, Alan, you're jamming me right full of cock! I've never felt so 
crammed full before in my life! Ohhh . . . uugghh ... I love it! Just give 
in to me . . . give it all to me!" 

"Okay, baby, but just let me know if I'm hurting you," he said. 

That's what she liked so much about Alan. He was so big and strong and hung 
so heavy, yet he was gentle and considerate-not like Sgt. Ridgeway had been. 
What a fantastic joy to fuck a guy like Alan! This sure was her lucky night! 

Alan kept easing it in, slowly but surely, pressing his hips forward and 
watching his wide bulging prick slide into her stretched but supple pussy. 
Only about six more inches to go, and he'd have it all the way in. He'd 
never gotten it all into any woman before, and he didn't think there was a 
chance that Eve could take it, either. 

But he didn't know her determination. She knew that a cunt can stretch a 
mile and, if properly handled, a woman can take on a prick of almost any 
size. The trick is in relaxing completely and taking it slowly until the 
cunt adapts. When you tense up, afraid of being hurt, she knew, that's when 
you block the way and make it impossible to take a lot of cock. 

"Almost there, baby . . . just a little more ..." he grunted, shoving the 
last of his outlandish prick into her. 

"I'm okay," she said. "Lots more room. Let me have the rest." 

Alan gave one final gentle shove with his hips and couldn't believe what he 
saw when he looked down between his legs. 

His hairy balls and big clump of dark pubic hair were flush against Eve's 
beautiful quivering pussy. 

He was all the way inside her! All fourteen inches of hard cock was lodged 
inside her warm wonderful body! He'd never known such a moment, and he 
couldn't help shivering all over at the delicious feeling she gave him. 

Her body was shaking now, sending messages of lustful desire through his 
pounding prick, making him wish he could leave his huge pecker imbedded 
right where it was until he died. 

His prick was too big to get his fingers completely around, and her cuntlips 
were pushed out to the sides like the cheeks of a young boy with a mouthful 
of popcorn. 

Alan began carefully to pull his cock back now, in the start of a pumping 
motion he hoped she could take. He drew his big prick back out-only seven or 
eight inches-and let it go in again, then out and in and out and in-a little 
faster each time. 

Eve closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his neck. He grasped her 
under the ass and began to slide his cock in a smooth, steady rhythm that 
she felt all through her body. 

Her cunt was aching with need and crying for the fucking of her life-and she 
knew she was going to get it. She was absolutely packed tight with prick. It 
swelled inside her and rubbed hard against her pussy-walls. But it moved 
smoothly, without friction, and the pressure it created inside her was a 
churning, gut-fucking pressure that turned her in-. sides into a mass of 
trembling, shaking flesh. 

Almost at once, she felt her passion mount to a fever pitch. She'd never 
been fucked like this before. She'd never felt anything so agonizingly 
erotic, so cunt-wrenching. 

She began to heave her ass and slam against him, drawing that hard cock way 
up into her belly, fucking him as he fucked her. 

Her whole body turned into a frenzy. She clung to his shoulders, and her 
face was a picture of lustful wanton pleasure. Her tits bobbed and flopped, 
and her eyes were squeezed tightly, her teeth clenched. 

"Hhhuuhh . . . " she whimpered over and over, whining and crying and tearing 
at his back as he fucked her faster and faster. 

Alan realized she could take it, and he began to fuck her like he had always 
wanted to but never dared before. He plunged his long red prick so far into 
her body, he felt like he was hitting her ass. It disappeared in her only to 
come sliding out-way out-and back in again. His strokes were nearly as long 
as most guys' cocks, and he still had seven or eight inches left inside her 
at the height of his backstroke. 

Her cuntjuice was flying all around the base of his cock, spurting out and 
against him as he fucked her. Her luscious smooth thighs brushed against his 
chest as he rammed the cock to her. 

His incredible fucking and the emotional state into which she had worked 
herself ever since she first saw his mammoth cock, got to Eve quickly. 

"AAAIIIEEE ..." she screamed, raising her back up off the bed and lunging at 
him full force. She threw her head back, and the only part of her touching 
the bed was the hair on top of her head. 

She had all of his cock stuck in her to the hilt. It crammed every little 
nook of her cunt-canal, and she showered it with juice as she exploded in a 
furious outpouring of her passion. 

"Ohhh . . . God, Alan! My God! My God!" she screamed as she came back down, 
her body writhing and bucking and fucking him furiously and savagely. 

He didn't slacken his pace even a bit. In fact, he began pumping her with 
even, long, more strenuous thrusts. Her tremendous come had turned him on so 
hard that he lost his head and shoved his prick into her in massive 
thundering doses of sexual abandon that might have ruined some girls 
forever. 

But not Eve. She took every one of his long pounding strokes and flexed her 
cunt-muscles as she jerked and twisted and coaxed him to let her have his 
ball-emptying explosion. 

They were fucking so hard, it wouldn't be long. It couldn't be-and then he 
reached that peak of erotic insanity, where he lost all sense of hearing and 
sight and smell. 

And just as Alan fired off a salvo of hot cum, Eve poured out her second 
explosion at the same time. 

Their bodies were pressed together like they were glued as he hunkered that 
big cock of his up and up and up into her hungry cunt, and she screamed and 
whined and cried and wrapped her legs around him. 

He was shooting his load, with more and more gobs following right on its 
heels as she unleashed a cascading river of juice. 

Alan wrapped one arm around her back and another under her ass as he was 
still spurting his cream into her, and he picked her right off the bed. 

Her arms were wound tightly around his neck, and she slid her legs around 
his hips and locked her heels. 

His cock was so far up in her, she felt like she was impaled on a 
giant-sized spear of hard flesh, and he stood on the floor and fucked her 
and fucked her and fucked her . . . Right there in the middle of the floor, 
he held her and fucked her and she didn't worry for a second that he would 
drop her. He had the strength of a bull, and she didn't even think about 
that. 

All she wanted to do was ride his cock, and she did for the rest of the 
night. He fucked her again standing up, with her half-sitting on his cock. 
It angled into her in a delicious way, and she felt it hitting every 
possible sensuous part of her cunt. 

She was delirious with excitement and fulfillment, and before the night was 
over she had come fourteen times-one for each inch of this sexual superman's 
prize prick! 

In the weeks that followed, Eve went back many times to see Alan and help 
him pump gas through the night. Of course, he pumped more cock than gas-but 
that's the name of Eve's game, after all. 

But despite her love for Alan's cock and the way her pussy responded to his 
fucking, she couldn't see him every night-too much of a good thing and it 
loses its flavor. She wanted to keep him interested as long as possible. 

So she had lots of other calls to make, lots of other cocks to suck, lots of 
other pricks to fuck. 

And that's how she came to meet Leslie Barker. 

Strange fucking case, that Leslie Barker, as Eve found out not long after 
that first encounter with Alan. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Hello, Leslie, this is Denise," Eve said, disguising her true identity as 
usual. "How would you like a nice hot fucking tonight? And maybe a good, 
thorough tongue-job to go with it?" 

Eve was making another obscene call. This was to Leslie Barker, who was 
listed in the city directory as an insurance adjuster. 

"Are you really serious?" came the reply. The voice was hard to identify. It 
was a little on the deep side, yet had a feminine ring to it. 

Eve thought maybe Leslie was a fag, or might have lost his balls in the war 
or something. It wasn't a high-pitched voice, but it wasn't a baritone, 
either-not by any means. But she decided to go on, since Leslie seemed 
interested. 

"Sure, I'm serious, Leslie. I'll come over to your place and we can be 
getting it on in fifteen minutes, if you like. What do you say? I'm really 
hot tonight. I need it bad." 

"Sounds good to me. What do you look like, Denise?" 

"I'm five-three, weigh one-fourteen, have long red hair, and my pussy is a 
big soft bush just waiting for you, Leslie." 

"You certainly sound like my kind of woman. Come on over. And don't bother 
bringing any equipment. I have everything we'll need." 

"OK. I'm only a few blocks away. Be there right away." 

Eve hung up and sat there for a moment with her hand on the phone. She was a 
little puzzled by Leslie's last statement: "Don't bring any equipment." She 
didn't quite know what he meant by that, but she figured to hell with it. 
She combed her hair, checked her makeup and left for another fucking. 

Leslie lived in an apartment house, and Eve parked around in back. In the 
lobby, she found Leslie's name on the board and rang. 

A voice came through the intercom: "Denise?" 

"Yes, it's me," Eve replied. 

A buzzer rang, and Eve walked in and went to the elevator. Leslie was on the 
top floor-the eighth. It was an elegant building with palms and marble 
floors and mirrors around the lobby. She guessed that Leslie must have 
money-or that there was more in insurance adjusting than she'd thought . . . 

As she stepped off the elevator, she noticed a door open down the hall and 
assumed it must be his apartment. She heard soft music coming from it as she 
approached, and noticed that the lights were turned down low. 

She knocked softly on the door and pushed it open gently. 

"Leslie?" she said quietly. 

There was no one in the room. Eve stepped in a couple of steps and called 
again. Across the room, she saw some movement in the shadows and a figure 
sitting on the long low sofa, his back to the door. 

"Come in, Denise, and close the door, please." 

Eve closed the door, feeling better knowing that she was in the right 
apartment, and walked slowly toward Leslie. As she neared the sofa, the 
figure stood up and Eve saw that Leslie was nude. He turned around and 
stepped into the light. 

Eve stepped back, shocked and surprised. 

Before her stood the most breathtakingly beautiful woman Eve had ever seen! 
Her body was perfectly shaped and she had long lustrous blonde hair and deep 
blue eyes. Her face could have adorned the cover of any glamour magazine in 
the country. 

"Surprised?" she said. "A lot of people are, although I must admit I don't 
get that many calls from women who want to go to bed . . . not complete 
strangers, at any rate." Leslie's voice was deep for a woman-but really 
sexy, now that Eve saw what went with it. 

"You didn't think about the fact that Leslie is a name for both men and 
women, did you? I hope you aren't disappointed. I can make you very 
satisfied-probably more than any man. Have you ever made love to a woman 
before?" 

"No, I haven't," Eve replied, her eyes glued to Leslie's magnificent body. 

Even though she had never gone to bed with a woman, Eve had thought of it a 
few times and wondered what it would be like. She couldn't help thinking 
that if she was ever going to try it, there would never be anyone more 
qualified than Leslie. She was absolutely gorgeous! 

"But sometimes the idea has run through my head," she added. "You know, you 
are a very beautiful woman . . . " It was an afterthought and Eve almost bit 
her tongue as she said it, but it came out almost automatically. 

"I've been told that," Leslie said, advancing toward Eve. 

Her perfect tits jiggled lightly as she walked, and a little smile played 
around the corners of her full soft lips. All she wore was a coat of bright 
red lipstick. 

She came right up to Eve, standing almost close enough for her erect nipples 
to touch Eve's blouse. 

Eve drank in the heady aroma of Leslie's perfume, and it made her dizzy with 
excitement. She felt the pulse pounding in her temples and her breath coming 
in short gasps. Leslie gazed into Eve's eyes, and Eve felt as though her 
knees might buckle at any moment. She'd never felt this way about a woman 
before, but Leslie was something special-very special, indeed. 

"Don't be afraid, Denise," Leslie said, twining her arms around Eve's neck, 
and leaving them there. "I won't hurt you. And you might just find that this 
is what you've really wanted all along." 

She pressed her soft warm body close to Eve and brought her lips to Eve's 
cheek. She kissed her softly and brushed her sensuous mouth up across Eve's 
ear, blowing her warm breath softly into it. 

Then she came back to face Eve directly, her eyes heavy-lidded and sensuous, 
and touched her lips. At first it was a soft brushing sort of kiss, then she 
let her lips linger and pressed them a bit harder and worked them around. 
She turned her head slowly and opened her mouth, letting her tongue run 
along Eve's mouth. 

Eve was confused and excited and hotter than hell! She felt a twinge of 
passionate desire flutter between her legs, and her heart began pounding a 
mile a minute. Instinctively, her arms went around Leslie and she responded 
to the kiss. She opened her own mouth and met Leslie's tongue. They stood 
locked in a full lingering embrace, a soul-stirring kiss, and fondled each 
other for nearly ten minutes. 

By the time they broke free, Leslie had undone Eve's blouse, undone her bra 
and was playing softly with her luscious full tits. 

Eve had cupped Leslie tits in her hands as they stood there, and found her 
hands running down her shapely body to her soft, expansive pussy. She'd let 
her fingers run through the woman's cunthair and even slipped her finger 
along those luscious moist pussylips. 

Leslie had moaned softly and let Eve know that she was doing just what 
Leslie wanted. It seemed so natural, Eve thought. I know what turns me on, 
so I guess the same thing would make Leslie turn on, too. 

It was Leslie who finally broke the spell: "Why don't we go into the bedroom 
and get you undressed, darling," she said. "We have a lot of things to do 
tonight, and we can be much more comfortable doing them in there." 

Leslie's bedroom was just like her-beautiful, with everything perfectly 
arranged. 

Her bed was a big one with a canopy and drapes that pulled all the way 
around it-just like in a hospital ward, only these drapes were feminine and 
frilly. It had a white, frilly bedspread and a light yellow canopy. The rest 
of the room was all done in white and light yellow. Even the wall-to-wall 
carpeting was a thick white pile. 

Eve felt like she was walking into a sensuous chamber just made for 
lovemaking. It was hard to think of Leslie as an insurance adjuster, and the 
more she thought about it, she suspected it was just a cover for something 
else-or no occupation at all. With a body and a face like this, Leslie 
should never have to work, she thought. 

Once in the room, Leslie began slipping Eve's clothes from her. Since her 
blouse and bra were already loosened, they came off right away. Then she 
unzipped Eve's slacks and carefully slid them down, running her palms along 
Eve's smooth round asscheeks as she pulled them over her thighs. 

Eve felt a shiver of excitement run up and down her legs and over her belly 
as she stepped out of them. She stood there only in her bikinis, and Leslie 
hooked two fingers in the tops and pulled them over Eve's ass and slowly 
down over her gently curving legs. 

Both women were completely nude now, and Leslie came to her, put her arms 
around Eve and pressed her body close. Their soft, full tits flattened and 
rolled against each other, their nipples touching erotically, and Leslie 
wrapped one long perfect leg around Eve's thigh. 

Her arms were around Eve's waist, holding her tight, and her lips met Eve's 
once again in a soft lingering kiss. Eve put her arms around Leslie's neck 
and let this gorgeous creature slip a tongue into her mouth. 

Eve was being swept away on a sea of passion. She didn't really know what 
was happening, but she knew she was filled with tension and wonder and 
desire. 

She was ready to taste the forbidden fruit of lesbian love, at least for 
tonight. 

Leslie led her to the bed and folded the covers down carefully. Eve crawled 
in and lay back, sprawling lazily, drinking in the luxury of the expensive 
satin sheets, waiting for Leslie to come to her. 

The beautiful, horny Leslie started by running her hands lovingly over Eve's 
flat smooth belly, down over those shapely thighs. Eve closed her eyes and 
savored the cool, sensuous feel of Leslie's fingers, her palms flat, slowly 
stroking her and sending waves of tingling erotic chills through her cunt 
and all over her body. 

"You have a lovely body, Denise," Leslie said. "I love to run my hands over 
your skin. It's so smooth and soft." She leaned over and started planting 
little, soft kisses all over Eve's belly, then along the plump side of her 
left tit. Leslie's tongue darted out and began licking and stroking the tit, 
and went round and around Eve's big pink nipple. 

Eve began to feel all quivery and hot, and she squirmed as Leslie worked on 
her nipple. The nipple got hard and stood up like a little finger of 
passion, with goose pimples all around it and over both tits. She shivered 
with desire as this gorgeous woman made love to her. It was a whole new 
experience, and she realized she loved it. 

She felt different than when men fucked her. They were good-lots of them 
were-but they were rough lots of times and not really as much concerned with 
how she was enjoying it as how quickly they could get their rocks off. 

Leslie was different, Eve thought, because everything she was doing was done 
in order to arouse Eve. She seemed to want to please her more than to 
gratify herself. She made Eve feel like a queen, the center of attention, 
the prize on the pedestal. It was a good feeling, and the way she did it 
turned Eve on like she'd never been turned on before. 

She felt a glow of arousal all over her soft curvy body, and her cunt was 
already responding with juice that flowed down and dripped from her 
pussylips like warm honey. 

"Mmmmmm . . . oohhh, Leslie, you're beautiful," Eve murmured. "Oh, what is 
it that you're doing? It feels like I'm hooked up to electricity!" 

She felt waves of pulsating delight race through her. She twisted a little 
and squirmed, and Leslie began sucking softly on her whole nipple. She took 
it all into her mouth, rolling her tongue around on it and sucking it 
between her soft lips. Never did she touch Eve's flesh with her teeth. It 
was all a slow, soft, sensuous sucking and licking-warm and tender and 
erotic. 

She moved over to the other nipple after a few minutes and repeated the 
whole thing. Her warm lips turned Eve's right tit into a mass of quivering, 
passionate desire, and Eve felt like she would melt under the tormenting 
ecstasy of it all. 

When she had made Eve's tits as hot as she wanted them, Leslie began slowly 
licking her way down toward her hairy, flaming-red pussy. 

She tongued across Eve's belly, flat and creamy white and dotted with a tiny 
navel that Leslie stuck her tongue into as though it were a miniature cunt. 
She licked it and penetrated it as if she were massaging its imaginary clit 
and sending her tongue deep inside Eve. 

The way she did it-slowly and with deliberate sensuality-made Eve feel all 
trembling and weak and full of passionate need. She could sense the lust 
building in her loins, and she wanted to feel Leslie's mouth on her hot 
pussy. 

Leslie was not rushing things, though. She'd been making love to women for a 
long time, but she seldom came across anyone as gorgeous as Eve who had 
never known a woman's tongue before. She was actually bringing her out, as 
they say, introducing her to female sex. She wanted to make it the very best 
performance she could for her virgin pupil. 

She licked her way close to Eve's pussy-hair, stopping just short of it, and 
then across her loins and back up to her belly button again. She went around 
and around like that, wetting down her whole abdomen and making Eve a 
shaking, whining, overwrought bundle of raw nerves. Her cunt was aching, and 
she lurched and twisted and cried for Leslie to take her: "Oh, God, Leslie, 
I want you! Lick my pussy! Eat me, please! I need to feel you sucking my 
clit!" 

Eve couldn't wait much longer, and she longed to come. She wanted to come 
for Leslie, to shoot her cream right into her mouth, all over her hot 
tongue. But Leslie was not ready. 

She lapped in faster, broader strokes down Eve's thighs, over the tops of 
her legs to her knees, both of them, and back up. Then she started tonguing 
the insides of her thighs. 

Her cheek brushed against Eve's bushy cunt, and Eve couldn't take it any 
more. She was writhing and moaning and she began to cry. She actually 
sobbed, the tears running down her soft cheeks. 

Leslie realized she had gone too far, and she moved quickly to Eve's hot 
crotch. She parted the soft hair with her tongue and touched the tip of it 
to Eve's moist glistening clit. 

Eve came alive with lust. Her legs spread wide apart and her heels came over 
Leslie's back, resting on her firmly, and Eve started heaving her ass up and 
down gently to meet Leslie's flitting tongue. 

The splendor of Leslie's marvelous cunt-sucking turned Eve into a churning 
mass of lustful, wanton recklessness. She grabbed at Leslie's soft curls, 
and grabbed handfuls of them and pulled the woman harder into her cunt. 

Leslie shoved her long playful tongue inside Eve, and all hell broke loose. 
Eve went into a series of involuntary spasms, and her ass bucked and heaved, 
and she twisted and turned and strained under the delicious feeling of 
excitement and rapture that she was receiving. 

Then, when Leslie pulled her tongue out again and took Eve's clit into her 
mouth, sucking on it like a little cock, Eve exploded. Her cunt rocked with 
the thunder of a thousand rockets. 

She unleashed a load of cuntjuice that astonished Leslie. It flooded into 
her mouth and she had to swallow quickly to keep from choking. It spread 
over the sheets and ran down Leslie's chin and gave her a shiny white 
mustache. 

Eve felt almost as if she had blacked out for a second when she first came, 
and she had to gasp for air as her loins erupted. 

Great churning waves of rapture enveloped her, and Leslie's tongue-wet and 
warm and eager-gobbled up all the hot creamy juice she poured out. 

The two women were a picture of highly charged emotions, rolling and tossing 
around the bed, and it was hard to tell who was higher. 

Eve had found something new and exciting and fantastically satisfying, and 
Leslie had found something-well, new and exciting and fantastically 
satisfying. 

They had a hot night ahead of them. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Oh, my God, Leslie! My God, that was wonderful! I feel like my pussy 
shattered into a thousand pieces! Your tongue is like magic!" 

"I'm glad you liked it, darling." Leslie sighed, holding Eve in her arms now 
and rocking her like a baby. 

They lay together, cradled in each other's warmth and savoring the joy of 
love between two females-two wondrously beautiful young women. 

Eve lay her head on Leslie's full tits. Her lips brushed against the warm 
flesh and she kissed it softly. Leslie stroked Eve's hair and slowly rubbed 
her hand up and down Eve's upper arm and shoulder. Her leg was wound over 
Eve's, and they cuddled in the pleasant afterglow of Eve's explosive orgasm. 

Leslie felt relaxed and soothed at having brought Eve off in such grand 
style, and Eve's whole body tingled and felt alive. 

"Do you think you could ever do the same to me, sweetheart?" Leslie asked. 

"Oh, yes, I'd like that," Eve said eagerly, looking into Leslie's sparkling 
blue eyes. "I want to make you happy, too, Leslie." 

Leslie held the back of Eve's neck firmly, and their lips met once more. Eve 
opened her mouth and slipped her hand around Leslie's shoulder, and they let 
their tongues twine and caress softly, with the deep soulful togetherness of 
lovers who want to share each other completely. 

They held the kiss a long time, and their hands explored each other's bodies 
as they embraced. Leslie stroked Eve's bountiful warm tits, and Eve let her 
hand fall to Leslie's soft curly pussy. She caressed it softly and let her 
middle finger roam far inside. It was warm and very smooth, and Leslie 
parted her legs to let her discover all she needed to know about another 
woman's cunt. 

Eve liked what she found between Leslie's legs. It was soft and inviting and 
familiar to her, because she had often played with her own pussy when there 
was no man around and when she was excited by someone she had on the phone. 

When she touched Leslie's cuntlips and her finger slipped inside so easily 
and she found it so slippery and smooth, she knew that Leslie was excited, 
horny for Eve's body, as her warm flowing juices gave away her secret. 

On the outside, Leslie was calm and cool, not betraying her emotions, but 
Eve realized that it was only her years of experience with women that were 
enabling her to present this image. She really was flipping with desire to 
get off with Eve. Otherwise, she never would be this wet. 

It made Eve feel good that she could do this to a sophisticated, beautiful 
woman like Leslie. She flushed with rapture and snuggled closer to her 
new-found love. 

They stayed like that for some time, basking in their warmth, and Eve 
suddenly realized that she must have dozed off with Leslie softly stroking 
her hair and kissing her forehead. 

"I'd like to make love to you now, sweetheart," Eve said, looking up at 
Leslie. "Would you let me do that for you?" 

"You know I would, darling," Leslie said. "There's nothing I want more." 

She settled down on her back, her long blonde hair flowing over the pillow, 
her soft voluptuous body spread out like a picnic lunch on which Eve was 
invited to feast. Her big round tits slowly rose and fell as her breathing 
became heavier, and her luscious large areolas were like sweet pink buttons. 

Leslie stretched her long shapely legs and spread them apart so Eve could 
snuggle between them and suck her cunt. 

Eve came up to her knees and bent over Leslie, drinking in her beauty, and 
she felt her heart pounding, her throat tightening, as she ran her fingers 
over that breathtaking body-the softly curving thighs, the sumptuous tits, 
the flat fragrant flesh of her belly. It was like a young goddess had been 
placed before her for the first ritual of cunt-eating, she thought. 

She lowered her head to Leslie's tits and put her mouth between them, 
gumming the pinkish-white yielding flesh. Her lips roamed over to one of the 
mounds of tit, and she sucked the whole nipple into her eager mouth. It felt 
so soft, so exciting, Eve thought, so grateful to be taken and loved. She 
swabbed her warm tongue all around it, sucking it and giving it all her 
tender attention. 

Eve thought she could spend hours just sucking tits, and she would have 
liked to do it but she knew Leslie was eager to have her do other things. 
She spent a few minutes sucking and licking each of Leslie's big tits, 
fondling them at the same time, and then began the slow descent, as she had 
watched Leslie do to her, to her succulent, irresistible pussy. 

Her tongue ran over Leslie's sensitive flesh, down her belly and up and down 
that tingling area along her ribs, then down to her loins. She stopped 
occasionally to pull little bits of flesh into her mouth with her lips, 
sucking it quickly, then darting on to tease and playfully caress Leslie 
with her newly discovered talent-the ability to give a woman the erotic 
pleasure she always wanted herself. 

Leslie was experiencing one of the best sessions she'd had in bed in months. 
She had a lot of lesbian lovers, but she'd never found anyone with as much 
imagination and beauty as Eve. 

Perhaps it was the fact that Eve was so new to this kind of love, that she 
was eager to try all kinds of things. Maybe it was just that Eve was a 
natural lover, no matter what sex her partner might be. Whatever it was, she 
was turning Leslie on-and strong. 

Leslie was shifting her body as Eve moved downward, nipping at her flesh and 
licking it and making it feel all feathery and tingly. She felt knots of 
anxiety in her belly, and her cunt was full of lustful, aching desire. 

Eve's hands were everywhere at once as she worked Leslie over with her 
tongue-up and down her sides, cupping those beautiful round tits and lightly 
stroking her belly, fondling her thighs in loving soft touches and flicking 
her tongue into that savory cunt. 

"What a beautiful job you're doing, darling," Leslie moaned. "Just keep 
going, sweetie, just keep going." And she closed her eyes again and slunk 
down on the bed, pushing her cunt up to meet Eve's ambitious tongue. 

Eve's lips were at that lovely blonde bush, grasping little mouthfuls of 
Leslie's curly hair and tugging at it gently. She'd pull up a bit with her 
lips, let it go, and go down for more. She fluffed almost the whole pussy up 
that way, then ran her fingers through it, caressing it and letting her palm 
rest over those warm eager cuntlips. 

Leslie moaned and squirmed and let Eve know that she was too hot to be 
stroked idly any longer. She wanted some hot action on those cunt lips and 
her quivering wet clit. 

Eve got the message and bent her head close to Leslie's crotch. She peered, 
close-up, at that trembling, red-hot cunt. And she stuck her hard pointed 
tongue as far into it as it would go. 

Leslie bolted at the touch of Eve's wagging inquisitive tongue. She twitched 
and cried out and took it all. It felt like heaven, she thought, and she 
warmed to Eve's eager lapping. 

Eve swabbed out that overwrought cunt with broad sweeping swipes of her 
tongue, flattened and moistened with saliva and cuntjuice. She liked the 
feel, she liked the taste. It was different that sucking a man, and she 
liked it just as much-maybe even more, she thought. A woman certainly is 
more sensitive in her cunt that a man is in his cock, she knew. 

Leslie, of course, had highly charged, finely tuned clit nerves. Probably 
more than a lot of women, because she'd been fucking women all her life and 
having her clit sucked and all that. 

So it was exciting to Eve to run her tongue over that clit in front of her 
face, flicking the end of it against that hard little nub of flesh and watch 
Leslie grimace and flinch and cry out with delight. 

Her cunt kept getting wetter and wetter, and soon Eve could shove her tongue 
inside and almost slip back out. 

She could also feel the hot walls of Leslie's cunt as all that smooth pink 
flesh heated up under her incessant urging. Her tongue whipped along those 
inner walls, then back out, up and over Leslie's clit and out along the rim. 
Every once in a while she would bring it outside completely and lap up and 
down her inner thighs, right alongside that lovely blonde pussy-hair, and 
then go back to Leslie's undulating clit once again. 

All this fast, flitting and wet sucking of her pussy and clit was turning 
Leslie into a very hot and excited young woman. Her ass was almost a blur as 
she spun and twisted on the bed, trying to escape Eve's hot tongue and 
trying to keep it inside her at the same time. It was so good, yet so 
tormenting! 

Eve slipped a finger inside Leslie as she wrapped her lips around that clit, 
and ran it way up inside, twirling it in a circle as she went. It sent 
Leslie over the top. She could no longer take the exquisite delight of that 
hot tongue, especially with Eve's finger doing a number on her cunthole at 
the same time. 

She stiffened and her ass came up off the bed, and every muscle in her body 
was straining as it hit her. 

"Aaaaiiieee!" she screamed. "Take me, baby! Lick my clit! Suck it! Eat it! I 
love you! You're beautiful!" 

Eve sucked and licked Leslie furiously as she poured out a gallon, it 
seemed, of the sweetest, hottest cuntjuice any young beauty ever let go. It 
streamed into Eve's warm mouth and over her cheeks and flowed down off her 
chin in big wet drops. 

She reached to put her fast-licking tongue far inside Leslie, then drew it 
back out hard against that throbbing, pulsating clit, then back inside again 
as fast as she could. She met Leslie's urgent pleadings with strong probing 
thrusts and firm forceful sucks, and Leslie thought she would go into 
convulsions from the incredible lustful feeling of being devoured. 

Eve was hotter than hell, herself--just from seeing and feeling Leslie get 
off so hard and knowing that it was her tongue and her finger that were 
doing it to the other woman. It was a fantastic scene, and Eve felt tremors 
of hot passion rumble through her cunt as she brought off this gorgeous 
woman. 

Leslie's big soft tits bobbed back and forth as her body jounced around the 
bed. Her hair was flying and her face wore the expression of complete 
abandonment as she grasped the bedsheets and fought to control herself. It 
was an orgasm of gigantic proportions. Even she had never felt anything like 
it. Her entire body was being transported in a rhapsody of lust through the 
air as it erupted again and again in a shower of passion. 

She squeezed her thighs firmly around Eve's shoulders, hugging her tightly 
and locking those ankles together behind Eve's head. It gave her more 
leverage to move her ass, and she did, pushing it hard against Eve's 
feverish lips. 

Her whole cunt was hot against those hot lips, and together they seemed like 
one massive ball of wet pink ecstasy. They worked together perfectly, giving 
and taking and grinding like they were made for each other. Leslie's 
cuntlips pulsed and throbbed and, opening and closing in spasms of rapture, 
they were almost like Eve's mouth-wet, warm, deep pink flaps of 
pleasure-giving flesh. 

Eve licked and sucked Leslie in frantic emotional bursts, until Leslie began 
to calm down a little and lay back and relaxed. Her cunt was still aching 
and full of prickly, tingling, aching need, but when her maddeningly 
forceful surges of passion had passed, Eve slowly lapped and cleaned her 
cuntlips and ran her tongue through Leslie's pussy and stroked her thighs 
lovingly, sensuously. 

Leslie lay back with her eyes closed, yearning for more yet drinking in the 
blissful peaceful feeling of total contentment. Her body was floating, her 
nerves humming, her mind at rest after the exquisite ordeal of an orgasm 
that consumed her very soul. 

Eve flicked her tongue all the way down Leslie's lovely legs, right to her 
toes. She took one of her big toes into her mouth and sucked it sweetly, 
then quickly licked all over her soft, creamy foot and all the way back up 
her body. She kissed her nipples, then lay down beside Leslie, folding her 
arms around this magnificent, strikingly beautiful creature, holding her 
close. 

Leslie opened her eyes and smiled. Eve reached over and kissed her and 
Leslie opened her mouth and suddenly threw her arms around Eve's neck and 
pulled her tightly to her. She opened her mouth, and so did Eve, and their 
tongues clung together like two snakes making love in a warm, dark, secluded 
rendezvous. They stayed that way for several minutes, turning their heads 
and working their warm soft lips and thrilling to an enchantment they had 
seldom ever known before-perhaps never had known. 

"This is beautiful, Denise ..." Leslie said, and started to go on, but Eve 
stopped her by putting her finger over Leslie's lips. 

"I must confess something," she said. "My name is not Denise. I only use 
that when I make phone calls in order to disguise my real identity. I think 
I can trust you. My name is Eve." 

"How beautiful! I like that so much more than Denise! It's like you are the 
first woman. And that's just what you are to me. You're like the first woman 
I've ever known. That's not exactly true, of course, but you're the first 
one who ever really made me come like that. You're the first woman who ever 
really knew how to make love to me and bring out everything I have inside 
me. Ohhhh, Eve..." and she buried her head in Eve's shoulder and let her 
hands run lovingly over Eve's large bouncy tits. 

They lay together for several minutes, holding each other and resting. It 
was Leslie who broke the spell: "You know, I still haven't had all of you 
I'd like," she said. "Remember that I told you not to bring any equipment? 
I'm not sure whether you knew what I meant, but I've got some I'd like to 
introduce to you. Would you like to try?" 

"With you, I'm willing to try anything, Leslie," Eve said. 

Leslie went to her dresser and pulled out the bottom drawer. It was full of 
all sorts of plastic and rubber devices, and Eve saw several things that 
looked like imitation cocks. All she could think of was the night Sgt. 
Ridgeway had jammed that horrible huge dildo into her and ripped her apart 
when she was dry. She didn't like it then, and she wondered if it would be 
different with Leslie. 

But Leslie pulled out a smaller one-not that small, but not as huge as the 
sergeant's. It was about nine or ten inches long and had straps on it. She 
put the straps around herself and wore it like she was a man. But before she 
came back to bed, she took out another little machine and strapped it on the 
back of her hand. 

It was a massager, much like barbers or massage parlors-legitimate 
ones-might use to relax a person. She plugged it in and her whole hand 
vibrated. Leslie sat down on the edge of the bed and began slowly running 
her vibrating hand up and down Eve's legs. It felt wonderful, she thought, 
and let her mind drift away as the soothing, relaxing feel began to seep 
into her very bones. 

Leslie went all over her body with it, kneading the flesh, stroking her, and 
then she had Eve turn over and she did her neck, ran it down her back and 
all over her thighs and her asscheeks and down her legs, then back up again. 

Eve felt like she was floating on a cloud. Her pussy was dripping wet, and 
she felt like she would have said yes to anybody or anything at that moment. 
She was in a beautiful euphoric state. She was almost hypnotized by the 
humming and the soothing of the vibrator and Leslie's hand. 

When she had rolled over onto her back again, she opened her eyes slowly and 
saw Leslie coming to her. She climbed on the bed and crawled between Eve's 
legs, just like a man, with that nice big hard vibrating dildo sticking out 
between her legs. 

Eve felt a raw stirring between her legs and noticed a lustful, 
passion-laden expression on Leslie's face. Her eyes gleamed and focused on 
Eve's bushy red cunt and those marvelous lolling tits. She stroked Eve's 
thighs, then bent down and rubbed the head of her dildo against those wet 
glistening cuntlips and back and forth, slowly and softly, against Eve's 
eager clit. 

It sent shivers of excitement racing through Eve's loins and she raised her 
head and moaned out a cry of need. Leslie didn't hesitate. She knew Eve was 
ready to be fucked and fucked hard. She had the hot driving urge of a man 
who hasn't fucked a woman for a month. This was the thing Leslie loved to 
do-fuck a beautiful young woman just like a man would. 

She shoved the dildo into Eve firmly, sliding along those slippery 
cunt-walls, in to the hilt. That breathtaking first thrust rode into Eve 
like a hot sword in a barrel of butter. 

Leslie's face was strained and excited, her jaw slack, her lovely blue eyes 
alive and sparkling as she fucked the dildo into her hot young lover. Eve 
swooned and cried out softly at the fucked-full sensations she was getting 
from Leslie. 

"How do you like it, darling?" Leslie whispered, her voice husky and full of 
lust. 

"Oh, it's delicious, Leslie," Eve murmured. "It's just wonderful. I feel 
like I'm so full of cock! And the way you fuck is just beautiful! I love it, 
Leslie. I love it!" 

Leslie began feeding her more and more of the hard vibrating cock, sending 
waves of trembling delight all through Eve's groin, setting up shocks of 
thrilling ecstasy all through her body. 

She fucked into her with long hard strokes, shov ing her cunt right up 
against Eve's and pushing the cock into her full-length. Both women were 
responding to the driving rhythmic thrusts with quivering tension. They 
gritted their teeth and gasped and began glistening with little beads of 
sweat all over their bodies. 

Leslie's hips flew back and forth, bouncing into Eve with firm but careful 
surges of the prick. She cupped Eve's ass in her hands, and Eve thrust her 
legs straight up in the air, wide apart, and gave Leslie a wide-open shot at 
that luscious dripping cunt. 

Eve wondered if there was any end to the new things Leslie would show her in 
the ways of sex. Everything was happening too fast, it seemed. She couldn't 
keep up with it all. 

But she didn't let her mind wander long. She couldn't--the incessant 
pounding in her pussy wouldn't let her. It grew and grew and grew, and the 
throbbing ache became unbearable. Her loins were soaked and her body felt 
like it was being torn apart with desire. Her pussy needed relief. 

And finally she came-like a torrent. 

Eve's cunt poured itself out as Leslie fucked her over and over and over 
with that vibrating, pulsating, delicious dildo. She went out of her mind 
with the rapture of that delicious come. It lifted her right off the bed, 
and her loins met Leslie's urgent pounding and took that cock right into her 
belly. Leslie was wild, herself, as they met in a fantastic kaleidoscope of 
shooting stars and cascading cuntjuice. 

"Oohhhhhhh, Leslie! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me till my cunt burns up, darling! I 
love it! I love it! I love it!" 

And Eve wrapped her legs tightly around Leslie's gorgeous flying ass, and 
they fucked until they both were so exhausted neither could move a muscle. 
They collapsed in each other's arms, and-with the cock still inside Eve's 
grateful pussy-they held each other and kissed and fondled until almost 
dawn. 

It had been another extra-special event in Eve's growing repertoire of 
sexual thrills. And one she would remember well for a long, long time. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Eve was beginning to wonder how she could ever find new excitement now. 
She'd fucked and sucked in almost every way she could think of with almost 
every type of partner. 

But she did have a new idea finally as she picked up the phone to make her 
nightly obscene calls a few nights later. 

She'd found a number on the book that intrigued her-the local Boys' Club. 
She got that old familiar twinge in her cunt as she dialed the number. 

"Hello . . . Sunnyside Boys Club," came the youthful voice. 

"Hi, sonny. How'd you like to put your cock in my mouth and let me make you 
come?" 

"Whaaat? Are you kidding me?" 

"I'm very serious. I'll suck you off and you can fuck me and we'll do all 
kinds of things, if you want to. What's your name?" 

"I'm Bob Fitch," he said. "Who is this?" 

My name is Denise, and I like younger boys. I'm not kidding, baby, How about 
it? Wouldn't you like to get sucked off?" 

"Sure, but right now we're having a meeting of the senior boys' basketball 
team, and I can't leave," he said. 

"Just tell them all to come along. How many are there?" 

"There's nine of us," he said. "Are they all about your age?" 

"Yeah, you have to be to be on the team." 

"OK. Tell them I'll suck all of you if they're interested." 

Eve knew they'd be interested. She was only concerned about whether they'd 
be scared to try it. She felt the excitement growing in her loins. Her heart 
was getting that fluttery feeling and her belly had the gnawing, nervous 
pull she always got when an impending fuck loomed. 

Never had she gone to bed with a kid before, and the thought of having 
almost a dozen of them at one time made her so jumpy she could hardly keep 
her hands out of her own pants. 

"Gee, I'll have to go ask the guys," he said. "Where can I call you back?" 

Eve wasn't about to give them her phone number or let them know her real 
name. "I'll hang on, sweetheart," she said. "Just hurry, or I might change 
my mind." 

"OK. I'll be right back," he said, letting the receiver dangle as he hurried 
away to tell the guys the good news. He was back in about one minute flat. 
"The like the idea. Where's your place?" 

"Can't meet you here," she said. "My mother's in the next room." She smiled 
to herself at how good she was getting at lying. Her mind raced as she tried 
to think of a place to take on the whole Boys' Club senior basketball team. 

"You're not far from the Sunnyside Municipal Garage, are you?" she asked. 

"No, it's just around the block." 

"OK. All of you meet me out back of the garage in about ten minutes," she 
said. "There's some woods behind it, and I think there's a little road into 
the woods that's a dead end . . . right?" 

"Yeah, that's right." 

Eve remembered the place because she got fucked there once. It wasn't a very 
good fuck, but she hoped the place would be better for her this time. 

"OK, see you there. Make sure everybody has a hard-on. I like my guys to 
have them good and hard." She hung up and imagined this poor young kid, 
who'd never had his cock out in front of a girl before, sweating and panting 
and gasping for breath. 

She was pretty excited, herself, as she drove the three miles to the 
sunnyside Municipal Garage. She only hoped there were no young wise-asses 
who tried to show off in front of their buddies and get rough. But she 
doubted that very much. If they were all like young Bib Fitch, she'd have 
her hands-and mouth-full for the next few hours. 

There was no one in sight as she pulled into the drive, but as she slowly 
eased the car around the corner of the building into the parking lot out 
back, she saw a whole pack of white T-shirts and young slim bodies standing 
near the woods. She drove carefully toward the spot where she remembered the 
dirt road wove back into the woods and then went right on into the 
protection of the trees and shrubs. She knew the boys would follow the car. 
When she was far enough in to not be seen from the garage or the street, she 
doused the lights. Instantly the car was surrounded by peering, grinning 
faces. 

She rolled down the window, and a big blond kid with a body that made him 
look like he was nineteen or twenty was right there. 

"Denise?" he said. "I'm Bob Fitch. I'm first." 

"Good," Eve said. "You look like you're just my type. Get in the back seat." 

He climbed in, and Eve realized that he certainly was her type. He was big 
and raw-boned, almost like the picture of an Iowa farm boy. He had bright 
blue eyes and rumpled curly blond hair, rosy cheeks and shining white teeth. 
There wasn't a bit of fat on him, and he stood almost six feet. She only 
hoped he was built big between the legs, too. 

She got into the back seat and let her hand go to his bulging crotch. He had 
on Levi's, and there was a mound there big enough to fill her hand. She 
didn't waste any time. She had a lot of cocks to take care of in a short 
time, because she knew these kids had to get home. They couldn't stay out 
all night like most of her fucks did. 

Eve unzipped Bob and pulled out his cock. It. was amazing! She never dreamed 
a kid could have a pecker like this. It was about seven inches long, and it 
was so hard she thought it might be made of hard rubber instead of flesh! 

She squeezed it in her hand and silently thanked him. It was turning him on 
strongly, she saw right away, because he was already breathing through his 
mouth and his eyes were at half-mast. His cockhead, so big and purplish and 
shiny, was stretched tight and out of that little hole was oozing the 
beginnings of sticky clear cum. Fortunately, he had not shot his load yet, 
but she was afraid he was going to be a fast pop, so she went right to work. 

With his fly all the way open and his pants pulled partway down, Eve bent 
her head to Bob and took his throbbing hot cock between her warm lips. She 
sucked him, taking it all the way in on the first slide. 

He winced and moaned softly and moved his ass a little. Eve knew it wasn't 
going to take long-she might even be able to suck all these guys in an hour. 
She could tell by the heat of his prick and the pulsating throbs and the way 
he reacted to her first tonguing that he would shoot his load quickly. The 
others would be the same, she was sure. 

It excited her to think of all the cum she was going to swallow tonight. 
She'd get enough to last for a while-maybe. 

She sucked Bob with long hard strokes, not really taking time to make him 
squirm or to give him all the little extra urgings that she had to give an 
older, more experienced guy. 

But that was the fun of it all. She liked the idea of sucking all the guys 
who'd never had it before-being the first one to give them the greatest 
thrill that life has to offer. She was introducing them to a whole new life. 
And she was going to experience the thrill of feeling their young bodies 
jerk and respond vigorously and shoot-hopefully-big loads into her mouth. 

Bob was groaning now, and his eyes were shut and his head was back on the 
seat. His cock was pounding hard. It was just as big as a lot of cocks on 
grown men she'd fucked, and it filled her mouth full. She loved the feel of 
its youthful vigor surging in and out of her mouth. 

Then she felt it begin to tense and his hips came straining forward and up 
toward her hot sucking lips, and he let go. His jism shot up into her 
mouth-a gushing torrent of hot, sticky, white cream that penetrated her 
mouth and her throat and almost sent her reeling from the force of its 
blast. 

"Geeeeee ... yyeooowww!" he yelled. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his 
strong muscular body was arched. He kept shooting more and more of the 
luscious cum between her eager lips. 

His prick was convulsing in strong rhythmic spasms as all the pent-up sexual 
anxiety of his young body finally sent out its first load to a waiting 
female. He'd jerked off many times, of course, but this kid had never had 
the thrill of a woman's lips on his big cock before, and it was just too 
much to take. 

He was in a state of mindless anxiety and tension as she took all the jism 
he had to offer her. His loins trembled with excitement as he fucked her 
face, and it took nearly two full minutes to drain the last of his cream and 
for him to ease back down on the seat and begin to relax. She never took her 
lips from his cock, sucking and stroking and licking it with all the care of 
a mother cat tending a nervous kitten. 

When she finally took her lips from him, after licking his cock and his 
balls completely clean, she looked up to see eight eager young faces pressed 
against the windows. They'd watched the whole thing, and they obviously 
liked what they saw. 

Eve smiled. She hadn't known she and Bob were putting on an exhibition. 

Next came another big kid-George Arnold-who had almost the same build as 
Bob. He had brown hair and dark eyes, and looked older, too. 

If they're all like this, I might just start a Boys Club of my own, she 
thought. 

He moved right in confidently and sat down. He already had his fly open and 
he had a confident, sort of arrogant, smile on his face. 

"Here it is, lady," he said. "Do your stuff." He whipped out the most 
beautiful cock Eve could imagine. 

It was thick arid hard and really long-bigger than Bob's, even. Where in 
hell are these kids coming from? she thought. They aren't built like 
kids-they're more like marines! 

She went right at it, licking up and down his beautiful strong prick, 
wetting it all up and then down into his crotch to give his balls a good 
going-over. She sucked one of his nuts and felt goosepimples come up all up 
and down his leg, and then she went for his cock. 

It was already responding, hard and throbbing, and as soon as she clamped 
her lips over and started to slide down its lengthy shaft, he shot his load. 
It was another torrential onslaught, and it filled her mouth and streamed 
down her throat. She gurgled and moaned and gobbled it all right into her 
hot mouth. 

Her jaws were stretched to the limit, but she jammed his whole cock right 
into her throat and felt the curly hairs of his crotch tickle her lips as 
she strained to swallow his meat. 

His come came on and on, just like Bob, spewing out in gobs of hot thick 
jism, and it dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. But 
she licked it off and got every bit of the sweet stuff. 

As she finished him off and prepared to take on the next one, she had an 
idea suddenly. If they all went this fast, she might just have time for 
something more when she'd finished all nine boys. 

"Listen, Georgie," she said, "why don't you stick around until later? And 
tell Bob to hang around, too. When I'm finished with the other boys, I might 
have something special for you two. You're big boys. You deserve a good 
fucking. Would you like that?" 

"We'll be here, Denise, baby." He smiled. "And we just might have a surprise 
for you, too." 

She went on sucking and licking and squeezing balls, until all nine of the 
boys had been in the back seat and gotten their rocks off. By the time she 
got down to the last one, she realized that she was sucking a young boy. 
They kept getting smaller and smaller. 

It was apparent to her that the biggest and strongest boys had their pick of 
the pecking order. They'd merely pushed the weaker, smaller boys to the back 
of the line. 

The last one was a kid named Willis Thompson, and he was only about ninety 
pounds, and had a firm but not too big cock. But he was horny, all right, 
and Eve had no trouble getting him off. 

He was shaking like a leaf when he got into the car, and she had tried to 
calm him down by kissing him and running her hands over his body. But it had 
only gotten him more nervous. She touched his cock to her lips at last, and 
he blasted off like a young howitzer. She barely got her mouth open in time 
to catch his cum. She had smiled but was glad that she had such a powerful 
effect on the younger generation. 

As soon as Willis got out of the car, zipping up his pants and smiling like 
a young stud, she was ready to take on Bob and George again-in a more 
serious kind of passion play. 

She intended to make men of them tonight-and they intended to show her that 
they already were. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Bob and George came to the window of the car when Willis Thompson got out, 
and Eve got back into the front seat. Their cocks were making the fronts of 
their pants look like they were hiding their basketballs in their pants. 

"Climb in, boys." She smiled. "We're going for a little ride." They didn't 
object. They just went around to the other side and got in. 

Eve had decided to take a big chance. She was so hot for these two young 
studs that she was going to take them back to her apartment and fuck their 
ears off. If she got caught, she got caught-but that's what she was going to 
do. The other boys wandered off, going home and to bed and wet dreams, she 
supposed. 

"I hope you boys don't have to be home right away," she said with a smile, 
catching a glance at their beautiful bulges as she turned to speak. 

"My old lady don't give a damn when I get home," George said. "And the old 
man's dead." 

"It's Friday night, so I can stay out till midnight," Bob said. His shoulder 
rested against Eve's and his thigh rubbed hers as the three of them sat 
tightly together in the front seat. She drove away from the woods and the 
garage and headed for her place. 

She rubbed her leg against Bob's, pretending to shift, and she felt shivers 
of pleasure pour through her at what she knew was going to be a good but 
different kind of fucking with these two kids. 

At the apartment, she told them the number of her place and she went up 
first. She wasn't quite ready to be seen walking in with two young kids. 
That was going too far. 

As soon as she got inside her apartment, she began stripping, and quickly 
threw on a flimsy little robe that barely concealed her luscious body. Her 
tits were uncovered almost to the nipples, and that deep erotic cleavage was 
in plain sight for their young eyes. The robe had no buttons and was held 
only by a little belt of the same net-like material. Every time she took a 
step, her legs-bare and shapely and ready for fucking-were revealed up above 
the knees. 

In a couple of minutes she heard the bell. She let them in. They were 
nervous, of course-at least Bob was. They walked slowly into the living 
room, wary of whether there was anyone else around or that they might be 
discovered. She could see it in their eyes. 

"Don't worry, you guys," she said soothingly. "There's nobody here but us 
chickens, and there isn't going to be for a long time, so just relax. I want 
to see what you guys can do with those big beautiful cocks of yours, besides 
just sit still and get them sucked off." 

"And you're gonna find out, baby," George said. "And you're gonna be 
surprised." 

"I hope so," she said, her eyes full of passion and lustful desire. "Shall 
we go in the bedroom and find out?" 

She led the way. What a difference from the last time she'd had a couple of 
cocks here! she thought. That time it was Ridgeway and Spencer, the two 
asshole cops. Now I've got a couple of sweet young hard kids who just want 
to show me how good they can fuck. 

She hoped they didn't come quite as fast this time as they had in the car. 
With one come under their belts already, she felt that they might not be so 
ready to shoot their load this time. 

George was trying his best to act as though he was an old hand at this game, 
but she could see right through him. He was really just as nervous as Bob, 
only Bob wasn't trying to cover it up. His hands shook and his knees knocked 
and his cock was pounding so hard it almost knocked inside his denims. 

"Well, are you guys going to take your clothes off or are you waiting for me 
to do it for you?" she said, smiling at their tense, anxious faces. 

"You can undress me, if you like," George said. "It might give you a 
thrill." 

Bob was already peeling off his T-shirt, revealing brawny young arms and a 
perfectly developed chest. It was without hair but it was strong, and she 
wanted to cover his bare chest with kisses. 

But she went to George and slowly unzipped his fly, letting his pants fall 
to the floor. Then she stripped down his shorts, and his hard straight cock 
stood out, pointing at her and almost begging to be sucked. She let him pull 
his own shirt off. He was built like a young Adonis, she thought. I'd like 
to eat him alive! 

Her cunt ached as she turned to Bob, and he was sliding his shorts down over 
his ankles. They both stood before her now, bare-assed and beautiful. Their 
bodies were the picture of perfection-flat smooth bellies, round but tight 
asses, well-developed thighs and legs. 

Their cocks were like twin horses, straining at the bit and ready to plow 
into her. 

She stepped back and let her gown fall to the floor. Her long red hair was 
freshly combed and brushed, and it fell over her shoulders and around her 
neck. Her bright red lips were full and soft and glistening. 

Her plump round tits rose and fell slowly, and she ran her palm across her 
flat smooth tummy, patting it a couple of times, and then down into her busy 
luscious cunt. Those long tapered legs were as seductive to these young kids 
as to an older, more experienced man. 

She put all her weight on one foot, and the other was pulled up just a bit, 
her knee resting lightly against her other leg. 

They were staring at her as if they were in a trance. Their eyes roamed all 
over her incredible body and drank in its allure. She could see that she was 
getting to them, They had probably never seen a nude woman before, and she 
knew she was not just any female-she had a body that could stop traffic! 

"Well, boys, how do you like what you see?" 

"Fantastic!" Bob blurted. "Incredible!" He shook with excitement. 

"A real nice body, Denise," George said coolly. "We'll take good care of you 
. . . believe me." 

"OK, let's get it on," she said, and ran and jumped into the bed. She 
bounced up and down and spun around and lay on her back. "Who wants to be 
first? No, I have a better idea-let's all do it at once." 

She sat up and told Bob to lie flat on his back. She wanted to fuck him more 
than George. Bob seemed so innocent, so pure, so nervous. He lay down, and 
his cock stood straight up in the air. 

Eve reached in the nightstand drawer and got out a tube of KY jelly and 
lubricated her ass. Then she slapped a big gob of it on George's hard prick 
and greased his whole shaft from head to base. 

She climbed on top of Bob and took his hot hard cock in her hand and slowly 
eased it into her wet eager pussy, letting it glide into her cunt all the 
way. 

He was burning hot, and his prick was thumping, like it would burst at any 
moment. She could see his heart beating in his chest. It pounded up and down 
like that of a cardiac patient. She slid up and down on him a few times to 
get herself accustomed to the sweet feel of his young meaty pecker. 

"OK, George," she said, leaning way over Bob and sticking her ass up in the 
air. "Shove that hard prick of yours up my ass." 

"Up your ass?" he cried. "What kind of a way is that to fuck? I want to fuck 
you the right way." 

"Sorry, I'm occupied right now, and I'm not sure we have enough time for 
both of you to fuck my cunt. Besides, I like it in my ass. It really turns 
me on." 

"OK. That's different," he said, and he pressed his young prick against the 
rosebud of her asshole and shoved it hard. 

He grasped her asscheeks as his cock sped into her greased hot shitter, 
right to his balls. He felt the tight grasping muscles of her shit-chute 
close around his veiny prick, and it was like a hard fist grabbing him and 
giving him a squeeze. 

Then Eve began slowing pumping up and down on Bob's erect cock, sliding it 
far up inside her and thrilling to his feverish passion. It pounded against 
the walls of her pussy, and she felt it hitting her sensitive inner nerves. 
It nudged the place that turned her on just like her clit did, and she began 
to shake and moan. 

All three of them were fucking in unison now, Eve sliding up and down on Bob 
and George fucking in and out to the same beat. 

As she slid down, George would pull back, then as she came up, he would go 
in. It was like clockwork, and she was pleased that he got the rhythm of it 
so quickly. They're young jocks, she told herself. They've got good 
coordination. 

Bob, lying on his back, shoved his prick up to meet Eve as she was sliding 
down. 

The steady rocking motion was getting to Eve, and she began to think she 
might come before these kids did. The thought was funny. She, the worldly 
fucking lady, getting her rocks faster than a couple of horny scared kids 
who'd never fucked before. They popped so fast when she sucked them that she 
really didn't think they'd last any time when she got them into bed. 

But they were doing beautifully. 

Bob, especially, was really getting her hot. His prick was so far into her 
cunt that she was getting trembling feelings in her loins, and they raced 
back down through her thighs to her knees. They were shaking and she began 
to get that weak quivery sensations she always got just before she came. 

She kept getting hotter and hotter, and she was pumping harder and harder on 
Bob's bulging, straight-up cock. It was swelling more and more, and she 
could see the shaft every time she pulled up. It was getting red, and the 
veins bulged out in it and she couldn't help it . . . she couldn't . . . 
hold back . . . any . . . 

"Ohhhhh ... oh, my God, Bob! Oh, George, fuck my ass! I'M COMMMIIING!" 

And come she did-all over Bob's young hard cock and down over his furry 
balls. It matted his hair, and when he felt that warm sticky goo rolling 
over him, he let her have another hot load of his thick cum. It went 
shooting into her cunt and set her swimming in the mixture of his jism and 
her cuntjuice. 

She could feel the heat of his cock and the incredibly beautiful sensation 
of his hot jizz trickling through her loins. It made her shiver, and little 
tremors of ecstasy rippled through her as she bent down and kissed him hard 
and full and deeply. Her tongue went into his young mouth and surprised him, 
and she nipped at his lip and sucked his tongue hard. 

And then, suddenly: "Aieeeee!" and the third member of the trio came. 

George unleashed a barrage of hot cream into Eve's spread open ass, and she 
was literally awash with the stuff-up her cunt, up her ass, and, only a half 
hour earlier, her mouth and throat. 

But she could never get enough of that wonderful stuff, and she squeezed her 
ass-muscles and urged him to shoot everything he had into her round hot ass. 

She felt him driving into her hard and fast, and she loved the feel of his 
young body as it hit her over and over and over. 

"Give it to me, George, baby!" she cried. "Give it to me hard!" 

He fucked her harder and harder and unloaded shot after shot of his thick 
gooey cum as his balls contracted and released in a series of long agonizing 
muscle spasms. He sent jism into her until she thought her bowels would 
float away. 

They fucked down from that incredible peak, slowly easing off until George 
finally slid his cock from her quivering, slippery asshole and she pulled up 
from Bob, and they all lay together, Eve in the middle. 

Each of the boys took a tit and began playing with it and sucking it, and 
she stroked their hair and rubbed her hands over their backs. 

"My boys," she said softly, smiling down at their busy faces. "I always 
wanted boys. Now I have two of them." 

And now that she had them, Eve decided, she'd never let them go. It would be 
fun fucking them into manhood, she thought. 

Let's see-twenty-one is the legal age in this state, she thought. That means 
five or six more years with these guys . . . 

That's a lot of fucking-a lot of sucking-a lot of buggering. 

There was a contented smile on Eve Brownell's face as she gently eased her 
head back on the pillow and pulled their heads in tighter on her big 
shimmering tits. 

"A little harder, boys," she said. "I really want to feel those lips. I've 
got hungry tits." 


End
