EL5-1027 The Hypnotist's Little Sex Slaves


FORE­WORD

 Sex on com­mand! Hyp­no­ther­ap­ist Brian Ed­wards has the ma­gic power to 
make any and all wo­men, young, old, vir­gins, hook­ers, jump to his bid­ding. He can get his 
cock sucked, his ass rimmed or any of his de­sires sat­is­fied just by ut­ter­ing one simple little
word into any num­ber of de­li­cious ears.

 All the activ­ity that Bryan re­ceives from his pa­tients as they fuck and grab one 
an­other in his of­fice makes him real­ize that he has be­come in­sa­ti­able. Now he spends 
his off hours search­ing for raw sex as well.

 He be­gins to lust after the sexy young thing who lives across the court­way, and 
who he watches nightly through his bin­ocu­lars.

 He ar­ranges for one of his pa­tients to meet with a friend of hers, un­der his gaze, 
of course, and there he is treated to the most de­li­cious dis­play of cunt-to-cunt sex 
ima­gin­able.

 And of course there was the orgy that he ar­ranged, where nat­ur­ally, he was the 
only man present.

 And what more need be said about the lovely young thing that he nick­named 
pussy.

 Bryan Ed­wards has the life that every man dreams of. He has all the fe­male flesh 
he could pos­sibly want, and all of it at his com­mand. All he has to do is say the ma­gic word,
and then of course his mouth be­comes too oc­cu­pied to ut­ter an­other word.


CHAPTER ONE

 Her fin­ger­tips gently stroked my hairy bag.

 “Don’t stop-again!” I in­sisted. My simple re­quest was si­lently obeyed to my 
con­tinu­ing de­light.

 It was all too good to be true. A dream, I thought. At that mo­ment, once could 
never be enough. My body tingled with jolts of elec­tri­city from head to toe. She made me 
feel like a man was sup­posed to feel when he’s with a wo­man. I felt like I could come 
forever.

 She was all over me, there was noth­ing she wouldn’t do or try, no part of my body 
was off lim­its. To her mak­ing love was a mas­ter­piece of mu­sic cre­ated by the body for 
the body’s own pleas­ures. And it was quite ob­vi­ous by her fin­ger tech­niques that she was 
a true mas­ter--second to none.

 Her ma­gic tongue began to play tricks with my head. Flashes of memor­ies, from 
our very first time to­gether, strobed be­fore my eyes as I stroked her long hair and watched 
my cock slid­ing back and forth between her-lips.

 * * *

 I was work­ing late at my desk, writ­ing up the re­ports on the pa­tients I had seen 
earlier in the day. I had just fin­ished listen­ing to the last tape and was head­ing out the door
when the phone rang.

 I was tired and really didn’t want to an­swer it, but pro­fes­sional eth­ics told me 
there was a troubled per­son on the other end and to­mor­row might be too late.

 My cock, long dormant from lack of use, sprang to life when I heard the troubled 
wo­man’s voice. Without even know­ing her prob­lem I de­cided to take her case.

 After men­tion­ing one of my other fe­male pa­tients (we’ll get into that later) she 
iden­ti­fied her­self simply as Jord­ana. Then for the next half hour she re­lated the most 
erotic story I’d run across in fif­teen years of coun­sel­ing peoples prob­lems with hyp­nosis.

 By the time she com­pleted her non-stop mono­logue, it was quite ob­vi­ous she 
needed pro­fes­sional help and quick. I asked her if she could come right over, des­pite the 
late hour.

 Without think­ing about the time she said ‘Yes’ then hung up the phone be­fore I 
had a chance to give her dir­ec­tions on how to get to my of­fice.

 The time passed quickly. I trans­ferred the notes I had made dur­ing our 
con­ver­sa­tion onto the file I star­ted on her, then waited for the call from the 
night-watch­man in the lobby.

 The only way to de­scribe her is to say she was beau­ti­ful. Per­fect in every de­tail, 
from her hair all the way down her shapely legs to her tiny feet. She was much younger than I 
had ex­pec­ted. The phone had fooled me as it al­ways did with a wo­men’s voice.

 While she looked like she was in her late teens, 18 or 19, I was later to find out she 
was only fif­teen. And just barely.

 She wore a tis­sue thin gauze blouse that re­vealed two tiny firm breast and erect 
nipples that seemed to be reach­ing out at me. I tried not to stare but I was quite ob­vi­ous 
and both of us knew I was in­trigued by her body. Dur­ing the first few minutes of our hast­ily
ar­ranged get to­gether I found my­self talk­ing to her breasts and star­ing at the mol­ded 
ridges of flesh between her thighs that told me her jeans were a size or two too small.

 “You’ve got to help me,” she begged as she fell into, the chair I offered her. “You’re 
my last hope... my very last. I’m like an ad­dict. I’m hooked on sex. I’ve got to have it all the 
time. I, I don’t know what the word ‘enough’ means.” As she spoke her hand dis­ap­peared 
into her pants. “I’ve been mas­turb­at­ing all day. I mas­turb­ated when I was talk­ing to you 
on the phone. I mas­turb­ated in the cab on the way over here. And... “ She gasped and threw 
her head back against the chair.

 I didn’t say a word. I just sat there and watched as she un­buttoned the rest of the 
but­tons with her free hand re­veal­ing a mound of brown hair. She wasn’t wear­ing any 
panties.

 She moaned as her head shot to the right. Her hair flew across her face. 
“OOOOOOOOO­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­HHH!” One leg slid over the arm of the chair. My eyes 
were glued to her wet fin­ger­tips as they gently stroked the bright pink stem rising out of her
cunt.

 I had seen and heard some pretty in­ter­est­ing things in my of­fice, but this was 
def­in­itely a first. The longer I watched the harder I be­came and the more dif­fi­cult it was to
re­mind my­self that I was a doc­tor and I had to main­tain con­trol of my­self at all times.

 Her slow del­ic­ate touch­ing was soon re­placed with wild, pas­sion­ate probes. 
Her body flopped all over the chair. Both shoes had been kicked off and one hand had gone 
un­der her blouse. The fin­gers of the other hand had totally dis­ap­peared into her cunt.

 The minutes passed, but noth­ing happened. Her body be­came drenched in a layer
of sweat. Her tongue, long dried out, tried des­per­ately to quench her parched lips.

 She tried everything. She squeezed her nipples. Fin­ger fucked her cunt and her 
anus at the same time. It was ob­vi­ous she was get­ting des­per­ate. Tears filled her eyes, 
then ran down her cheeks.

 Fi­nally, it was even too much for her to handle. The pleas­ure had turned to pain. 
Her eyes flashed open and stared at me as she con­tin­ued ma­nip­u­lat­ing a cunt that was 
com­pletely dried out.

 “Any­thing. I’ll do any­thing. Just make me come off. I can’t stand it any­more. It’s 
driv­ing me crazy.”

 When she fin­ished her plea Jord­ana col­lapsed into the chair. I waited for her to 
catch her breath be­fore I spoke.

 If you asked me to re­peat what I said at that mo­ment I couldn’t. Not even for a 
mil­lion dol­lars. All I do know is my mouth spoke the doc­tor in me, while my eyes 
com­mu­nic­ated the man in me. And as things turned out the ‘eyes’ won hands down.

 “... and there­fore we will be able... “ She didn’t give me a chance to fin­ish. 
Stand­ing up she took off her blouse and then her jeans, let­ting them fall into a pile at her 
feet.

 The room went si­lent ex­cept for the light mu­sic pour­ing from ste­reo speak­ers 
on the wall.

 “What is it you want?” I asked know­ing quite well the an­swer to my stu­pid 
ques­tion.

 Her hands cupped her breast then moved slowly down her firm body. Her an­swer 
was what I ex­pec­ted. “YOU”, she said show­ing me the in­side of her cunt Ups. She 
im­me­di­ately turned around and bent for­ward grabbing her knees. Her head popped 
around from the side. “Now don’t tell me you don’t like this view bet­ter.”

 Of course I did, but I sure as hell wasn’t go­ing to let her know it. She ob­vi­ously 
knew her body turned men on and that any chance of help­ing her would be ruined if I broke 
down and ac­ted like just any other man. (God only knows how I wanted to.) I was the doc­tor
and had to act ac­cord­ingly.

 Real­iz­ing her ef­forts weren’t pan­ning out as they usu­ally did she backed two 
steps closer to­ward me. Im­me­di­ately the fra­grance from her spent juices filled my nose, 
send­ing drops of clear li­quid out the tip of my swollen cock.

 I knew if she saw the wet spots on my pants I’d be fin­ished.

 She grabbed the cheeks of her ass with her hands and pulled them apart. An­other 
glob of fluid oozed out of my cock. She was even more beau­ti­ful from this end.

 “Hey, how’s this?”

 My mouth dropped open as I watched the thin­nest lips sur­round­ing her cunt 
hole wink­ing at me. The next spirit of fluid told me my pants had to be drenched by then.

 Her voice be­came play­ful again; gone were the words and tones of des­per­a­tion.
“Go ahead. You can touch me. I don’t bite.” She laughed. “Maybe nibble a little bit, but never, 
never, ever do I bite, That’s a NO, NO!”

 As she spoke she slipped a fin­ger into her cunt and fingered her­self. Hop­ing to 
dis­tract me with her ploy she backed and inched to­ward me.

 Her smell be­came stronger and stronger, tiny droplets ap­peared around the base 
of her fin­ger as it picked up speed. The new whiff of her scent was over­power­ing. She 
waited un­til her cunt was six inches in front of my face be­fore she laid the bomb­shell on my
head.

 Her words echoed in my head. “Den­ise told me everything!” The way she stretched 
out everything told me Den­ise had told her everything. But I still wasn’t 100 per­cent 
pos­it­ive. In case she was bluff­ing, I had to cover my­self and be sure.

 “What do you mean everything? Den­ise was and is a pa­tient of mine and... “ It 
didn’t work.

 “You two have been fuck­ing for years. You know it, Den­ise knows it and now I 
know it.” In re­sponse to my ob­vi­ous re­ac­tion she ad­ded, “And no one else is go­ing to 
know about it so don’t worry.”

 Her thrust was quick and on tar­get. My face be­came wedged between the folds of 
her pussy. She wiggled my face in deeper.

 “Yessssssssss!” She told me it would be like this.” She called out, “Stick your tongue 
in deeper.” She helped me by part­ing her cheeks un­til they wouldn’t give any­more.

 I grabbed her legs as I pressed my tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go. To 
say she was de­li­cious is an un­der­state­ment. She flowed like honey and tasted even 
sweeter. Even her anus tasted and smelled like a fine del­ic­acy.

 She let me eat out her snatch for a few minutes be­fore grabbing for my cock still 
beg­ging to be let out.

 A quick zzzzipppp and a snap and I was in her hand. Don’t ask me how we did it, 
but she backed up into the chair, locked her feet un­der the arm rests and began blow­ing 
me.

 I couldn’t get enough of her. My tongue ex­plored every inch, every wrinkle, every 
cranny or her cunt I could find. If I couldn’t taste it, I’d like to bite it or smell it.

 She did the same. The fact that she was so young and yet so sexu­ally free blew my 
mind. It was a com­bin­a­tion vir­tu­ally im­possible to find. But I just did.

 I don’t know how to ex­plain it but I’ll try the best way I know how. She had a way of
us­ing her tongue and fin­gers on my cock that did things to me I didn’t real­ize were 
pos­sible. And that’s some­thing com­ing from a doc­tor.

 It was as if her fin­ger­tips took in­struc­tions from her mouth and her tongue took 
in­struc­tions from her fin­gers. Just think­ing about it now sends chills down my spine.

 (Ex­cuse me while I wack off!) Where was I. Oh, yes. She worked on my cock for one 
hour straight without me com­ing off... 60 minutes... and for me that was some sort of a 
mir­acle. My re­cord was maybe 10, 15 minutes tops.

 She’d tease my nuts by suck­ing on them and then nib­bling first one and then the 
other. When she knew I couldn’t take an­other second without com­ing she switched to 
fin­ger­ing my anus and run­ning her tongue around my code while it was halfway down her 
throat.

 Her nipples were like the frost­ing on the Birth­day Cake. With a hand cupped 
around each one I played with them like a child plays with putty. But with bet­ter res­ults.

 It wasn’t long be­fore I dis­covered the secret of her nipples. I was suck­ing on her 
clit while at the same time punch­ing her nipples between my fin­gers. A flood of cunt juice 
flowed down my throat. I did it again. An­other stream of juice flowed over my tongue. I did it
a third time with the same res­ults.

 “Save some for later,” she said com­ing off my cock. “Don’t tap the reser­voir so 
quick. I’d hate to give you a ‘dry’ fuck be­cause you have drunk it all up.” I went back to 
squeez­ing her tits.

 I ra­tion­al­ized what I was do­ing by look­ing at it as in the name of ther­apy. 
Hadn’t I done the same thing with Den­ise. Of course, it was un­eth­ical by tra­di­tional 
stand­ards. But after all hadn’t it worked.

 As much as I en­joyed eat­ing her out I wanted to shove my cock in­side her cunt 
and feel what it was like hav­ing her legs locked around my back.

 She must have wondered the very same thing be­cause she came up with the idea 
first.

 “You’re about ready,” she an­nounced hop­ping down off the chair. She sur­veyed 
the lay of my of­fice. The couch would be our “Custer’s Last Stand” but first, she de­cided, 
would be the top of my desk.

 She told me her idea then said my clothes would have to go. She un­dressed me in 
a flash then took my hand and lead me to the desk, leav­ing my clothes in a heap on the floor 
next to hers.

 She hopped up and sat on my desk, after shov­ing the pa­pers across the room, 
then in­vited me to­ward her with open arms. Her feet locked on my hips. I leaned over and 
kissed her lips. They par­ted so I could feel her teeth. With a little more prob­ing they gave 
way and my tongue entered her hol­low cav­ity. As our tongues caressed each other I jol­ted 
at the un­ex­pec­ted touch of her hand on my cock as it guided it to­ward her wet hair.

 “AH­H­H­H­H­H­HHH!”

 I stopped, think­ing I had hurt her. “Are you al­right? Did I hurt you?” She 
re­sen­ted the hes­it­a­tion. “Don’t stop. It’s-” I slid my cock in deeper.

 “OOOO­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­HHH.” She couldn’t speak.

 It was plain to see that she had never felt a man’s cock in­side her be­fore. Her cunt 
tightened down around me. I hadn’t felt a cunt like that in years. More years then I cared to 
think about. Even her friend Den­ise was looser then her and she didn’t fuck half as much as 
Jord­ana did.

 My slow entry, as pleas­ur­able as it was, was too much for her. I wasn’t even half 
way in­side her and already I could tell she was tast­ing my cock in the back of her throat. 
There was only one thing for me to do.

 I widened my stance in front of the desk, told her to lock her hands around my neck
then drove my cock all the way in with one short thrust.

 She cried out in screams of pleas­ure. “Ram it to me again.” I looked down at where 
just minutes ago my cock had been, and saw two mounds of pu­bic hair, one brown and one 
black.

 She didn’t wait for me to re­spond. Her feet shoved me back then equally as hard 
pulled me back in­side her.

 Again she let out an an­imal like scream, this one wilder then the one be­fore.

 I took her lead and began driv­ing my code for all it was worth. She matched my 
fuck­ing, thrust for thrust.

 Her breath­ing be­came shal­lower, “My tits,” she de­man­ded “Bite my--” My teeth 
tore into her right breast.

 It all happened at once. It was like a long string of Chinese fire crack­ers go­ing off 
in­side her head and cunt at the same time.

 Her head shot back as she rose off the desk. She screamed at the top of her lungs. 
Every inch of her be­ing trembled un­der my un­con­trol­lable pump­ing. She went ber­serk, 
her nails tore at my back. She bit my neck, I could feel a never-be­fore-tapped sup­ply of her 
juices be­gin to lub­ric­ate my cock.

 She knew, but still didn’t know what she was say­ing, her words be­came mumbled 
and flowed to­gether in an end­less stream, like the one squirt­ing out my cock into her cunt.

 This one total ex­per­i­ence had drained every ounce of en­ergy from her body. For 
the first time in her short life she knew what the word enough really meant. Drip­ping wet, she
lay back on the desk and let her legs flop over the side.

 I could see her heart pound­ing against her chest as it tried to catch up. She didn’t 
move. The smile on her lips said everything.

 I looked down between her legs and smiled as every man does when he sees his 
come ooz­ing out of a cunt he just fucked.

 She might be fin­ished, I thought, but I sure as hell wasn’t. My cock was still hard 
and my nuts still re­gistered half full.

 Every­one has a sexual del­ic­acy that turns them on more than any­thing else. For 
me it was eat­ing a cunt I just fucked.

 I gave her a chance to catch her breath then dropped to my knees between her legs.

 Un­less you’ve tried it be­fore you could never truly know how it tasted, be­cause 
there aren’t words in the Eng­lish lan­guage able to ad­equately de­scribe the taste. All I can 
say at this point is: TRY IT! YOU’LL LIKE IT!

 “Hey! Save some for me. Don’t be a com­plete In­dian giver.” She threw a leg over 
my head and got up off the desk. I fol­lowed her to­ward the bath­room. We made love in the
shower and even man­aged to get her in the anus twice. And in my tiny stall that’s some sort 
of mir­acle... Be­lieve me.

 * * *

 And that was over two years ago. Though it seemed like only yes­ter­day, I thought, 
watch­ing squirt after squirt of my come splash­ing against her breasts.

 She rose to her knees and scooped up the last re­main­ing glob of come, with the 
tip of her tongue, sit­ting on the tip of my cock.

 A few minutes later as we lay in each oth­ers arms and she ran her fin­gers through 
my mous­tache as she al­ways did, a strange look spread across her face.

 I waited for her to speak. I knew what she was go­ing to say be­fore she did. But she
was the one who had to say it. It was like pulling teeth.

 “I-ah-” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Go ahead. It’s al­right. Get it out and you’ll feel 
bet­ter.”

 She began, “You, more than any­one else know how hard it is for me to open up to 
an­other hu­man be­ing. I’ve told you things about my­self I’ve never men­tioned to an­other
soul. Things Den­ise doesn’t even know. About the time my father came into my room when 
my mother was in the hos­pital and made love to me. Not be­cause he wanted to, but 
be­cause I wanted him to. Now, I’ve got to tell you about... about... about... “ The words 
caught in her throat.

 I pried them free. “You and Den­ise? Right?” I was to find out ex­actly what was 
go­ing on between my two teen­age room­mates later that night when I took Jord­ana home.

 Den­ise met us at the door wear­ing only a smile. She gave both of us a kiss, then 
when Jord­ana couldn’t see, grabbed my ass, as I brushed past her head­ing for the 
bath­room.

 By the time I came out Jord­ana was half stoned. One look at Den­ise and that 
‘come on’ wink of hers and I knew what was planned for the two of us-Den­ise and me, that is.

 Den­ise was no dope. She knew that grass put Jord­ana to sleep like a sleep­ing pill.
And by the tokes Jord­ana was suck­ing it looked like she’d be dead to the world in a few 
minutes.

 One thing I can say about Den­ise is that she wasn’t the shy type. If she wants 
some­thing she asks for it OR takes it! And that night what she wanted was yours truly.

 “For an older man you make me mighty wet,” she said tak­ing my hand and 
shov­ing it between her legs. When she felt my fin­gers prob­ing her hole she squat­ted so I 
could stick three fin­gers all the way in.

 She didn’t wait for me to say a word but im­me­di­ately star­ted un­dress­ing me.

 I must ad­mit I got a little pan­icky, not be­cause of what she was do­ing but 
be­cause Jord­ana was asleep on the couch be­hind her. And I wasn’t about to risk loos­ing a 
good pa­tient.

 “What about you-know-who on the... “ I star­ted to say point­ing over her shoulder. 
She cut me off my yank­ing my fin­gers out of her cunt and stuff­ing them in my mouth.

 “Huh­h­h­h­h­h­hhh”

 “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not po­lite to talk when your mouth is full?” I 
shut up and began lick­ing her juice off my fin­gers. “As for sleep­ing beauty on the couch, 
you could have the whole Chinese army fuck­ing in here and she’d sleep right through it. And 
what if she did catch us?”

 Her ques­tion was a good one. Den­ise was right. Jord­ana knew that we’d been 
fuck­ing for years, though she’d never been there with us.

 Den­ise was as dif­fer­ent from Jord­ana as night and day. Where Jord­ana was thin,
Den­ise was short and tightly packed. She was round with the kind of curves that make for a 
soft ride. Her meas­ure­ments were-brace your­self--44-25-36. She was huge; a full D cup. But
even though she was mam­moth her tits didn’t drag on the floor. They were firm and stood 
nearly straight out.

 And where Jord­ana would only make love with people that turned her on, Den­ise 
wasn’t that par­tic­u­lar. She was a case of a bi­sexual nym­pho. Any­body, any­time was her 
bag.

 * * *

 She had me stripped down to my ster­ling sil­ver neck­lace in five seconds flat. 
When there was noth­ing left, she squat­ted down and grabbed my cock between the palms 
of her hands and began play­ing with me.

 Her eyes opened wide after she kissed the end of my cock. “I love the way you 
taste,” she said in a low voice star­ing up at me. “Your meat is so fuckin’ hot.” She paused 
again to give me an­other suck­ing kiss. “Oooooo­h­h­h­hhh!

 I sucked some cocks in my time. Big ones, small ones, thick ones and thin ones, I’ve 
even sucked my share of pussy, too, but I’ve never, ever tasted sweeter meat on a hu­man 
be­fore.”

 She winked when she said ‘hu­man’ be­cause she knew I knew about her 
thing--what else do you call a sexual re­la­tion­ship with a pet Ger­man Shep­herd.

 Her face sud­denly dis­ap­peared between my legs. A chill ran down my spine as 
her fin­ger probed my anus. I sprung up on my toes when she drove it all the way in and 
swal­lowed my cock from stem to stem.

 I was in heaven and I hadn’t even left West 76th in Man­hat­tan. Just when I 
thought I had ex­per­i­enced everything my legs turned to but­ter and my testicles ex­ploded,
send­ing salvo after salvo of my come down her throat. My body and anus were com­ing 
apart. Then, it hit me! That wasn’t her fin­ger, that was her dildo.

 I grabbed her head and pumped it against my pu­bic hair. My wad was already shot 
but I was still hard as a rock and ready to come again.

 Den­ise didn’t want to be left out. If I could come off she could, too. She knew I 
couldn’t bring her off so she did it her­self while she was blow­ing me. She moved her free 
hand into her snatch, found her clit then began strok­ing, turn­ing her­self on. She was 
prim­ing my pump too, be­cause the hot­ter she got the harder I got, with my nuts be­ing 
squeezed and the vi­brator go­ing deeper.

 We were locked to­gether in the middle of the room for what seemed as long as Rip
Van Winkle’s nap.

 “AAAAAH­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­HHH!”

 It happened so fast I can’t re­mem­ber which happened first. But it went some­thing
like this, her body trembled, the dildo dis­ap­peared into my ass, I painted the back of her 
throat white and she came off again. She bit my cock and squeezed my nuts hop­ing to get 
more sperm. Her wet fin­gers touched my lips, I licked them.

 We had come off to­gether, but we weren’t fin­ished yet. Den­ise was glassy eyed 
when she stood up, but she didn’t say a word. She simply turned around and bent over, 
grabbing her knees.

 I knew what she wanted and was anxious to give it to her. Hunch­ing over her back, 
I slid my arms around her body un­til I grabbed a tit in each hand.

 “Stick it in my cunt for a few times, get it nice and wet, then ram it up my ass.” I did 
what she told me. I drenched it with our love juices greeted her with one long con­tinu­ous 
thrust that al­most made her lose her bal­ance.

 The in­stance I entered her anus every muscle in her body tightened. She fought me
but I kept inch­ing my way in deeper. Push­ing and jab­bing as I went. She began to weaken. I
bent fur­ther over her arched body.

 “Now,” she shouted when I was in­side her. “Give it to me. Damn you! Fuck the hell 
out of me.” She grabbed my nuts the in­stant I began grunt­ing.

 For the ninth time in a mat­ter of minutes I de­pos­ited a tea­spoon­ful of come in 
a dark, wet hole.

 “Now that was beau­ti­ful,” she ex­claimed throw­ing her arms around my neck and 
press­ing her tits into my chest. “I’ll take you over Tobby any day,” she ad­ded rub­bing her 
thighs back and forth against my limp cock hop­ing to re­vive it.

 I knew bet­ter. “Save your strength. This is one cock that’s petered out.”

 “Oh, oh!” Den­ise shoved her hand between her legs. “Holy shit, I’m drip­ping like a 
bus­ted wa­ter pipe.” She sure was. I could see my come drip­ping down the in­side of her 
thighs. “Come on,” I said tak­ing hold of her arm. “Let’s take a shower and fix your leak­ing 
pipes.” The hot pour­ing wa­ter felt won­der­ful on our sticky bod­ies. First, I washed her then
she washed me. Then, the un­ex­pec­ted happened.

 The shower cur­tain opened off to one side. I looked at Den­ise. Den­ise looked at 
me. Then, we both looked at Jord­ana.

 She took us both in for awhile be­fore say­ing a word. I didn’t have to be a shrink to
re­cog­nize a jeal­ous wo­man when I see one. If I didn’t do some­thing and quick there was 
go­ing to be trouble and lots of it.

 I didn’t want to but what choice did I have. I looked straight into her eyes and said 
“IG­NATS” I re­peated my­self. “IG­NATS”

 “Jord­ana IG­NATS”.

 It worked. All ex­pres­sion dis­ap­peared from her face. Where there had been 
danger from eyes filled with dag­gers there was now a girl star­ing through me into space.

 Den­ise was dumb­foun­ded. She didn’t know what to make of it all. As far as she 
was con­cerned she didn’t care whether Jord­ana found us to­gether or not. It was Jord­ana 
who was in love with her and not the other way around.

 Fi­nally, col­lect­ing her thoughts, Den­ise asked what I had done to Jord­ana. I told
her I’d tell her in a minute then turned my at­ten­tion fully to­ward Jord­ana as I began 
dry­ing my­self off.

 I began speak­ing to Jord­ana in a deep, mono­tone voice. “You are deep asleep, 
Jord­ana. Deep, deep asleep. You are com­pletely re­laxed and feel won­der­ful all over.” Then
to make sure she un­der­stood me I asked “How do you feel Jord­ana? Tell me.”

 Her words were dead without emo­tion. “I feel good.” It had worked! “Close your 
eyes.”

 Her eyes closed.

 “Let your head rest.”

 Her head moved for­ward and went limp. Den­ise’s mouth dropped open. “I don’t 
be-”

 “Sh­h­hhh,” I signaled with a poin­ted fin­ger. “Now, Jord­ana, when I wake you up 
you will not see me or re­mem­ber that I brought you home. You will only re­mem­ber that 
you took the sub­way from our ap­point­ment, you had a joint and fell asleep.” Then, I ad­ded
the clincher, “When I wake you up you will be very-” I looked at Den­ise wait­ing to see her 
re­sponse, “very horny and want to make love to Den­ise.” Den­ise smiled agree­ingly.

 I con­tin­ued when I re­turned with my clothes and fin­ished get­ting dressed. “You 
will take off your clothes and climb into the shower and make it with Den­ise.” I paused to let 
it sink in, then asked, “Do you un­der­stand?”

 She bobbed her head up and down and re­peated my in­struc­tions back to me 
word for word. I then woke her up by snap­ping my fin­gers next to her ear.

 She sprung to life. There was life in her body, a smile on her face.

 “You have such a beau­ti­ful body,” she said with a smile as she began 
un­but­ton­ing her blouse. “Your skin is so soft, so wo­manly, so alive.” Her blouse fell to the 
floor. She touched her nipples then gently stroked the un­der sides of her breasts. “I’m so 
small. You’re--you’re so full. I want to lick your tits and suckle on your hard nipples. I want to 
have you all to my­self. I want to wash your body. I want to lather up your cunt. I want to lick 
your pussy. I want to do everything to you.”

 Jord­ana con­tin­ued step­ping out of her clothes. But when she was left wear­ing 
her white lace panties she stopped, then stepped into the shower. The stream of wa­ter 
turned her panties trans­par­ent, mold­ing them to the folds of her body. The out­line of her 
patch of pu­bic hair was eas­ily seen to the na­ked eye.

 Den­ise didn’t mind the ‘in­vis­ible’ audi­ence. She pressed her body against 
Jord­ana’s and kissed her pas­sion­ately, Jord­ana re­spon­ded by prob­ing Den­ise’s mouth 
with her tongue.

 Fused to­gether, they fingered each oth­ers’ pussies and fondled each oth­ers’ 
breasts, first with their fin­gers and later with their tongues.

 I go hard just watch­ing them mak­ing love in the shower. But all the good it did 
me. I couldn’t be­ne­fit from my cre­ation.

 Or could I? Sure I could’ve taken out my cock and star­ted play­ing with my­self. As 
I watched Jord­ana eat­ing out Den­ise I came off in the toi­let. They switched holes and 
po­s­i­tions that found Den­ise squat­ting down be­hind Jord­ana’s jack knifed body. I came 
off a second time when my ring side seat let me watch her tongue flick­ing Jord­ana’s erect 
clit.

 I thought the fun was over when they walked past me into the bed­room. But I was 
very much mis­taken. Stand­ing the door­way I watched the main event un­fold be­fore my 
eyes.

 Jord­ana po­si­tioned her­self on her back in the middle of the bed. Her legs were 
spread and her knees and toes were raised. All her weight was on her heels.

 While Jord­ana read­ied her­self Den­ise went to the dresser and took out a 12 inch 
rub­ber cock at­tached to over­lap­ping straps. Step­ping into it and fasten­ing it around her 
waist she pro­ceeded to­ward the bed and Jord­ana’s open anus.

 She crawled across the bed on all fours then moun­ted Jord­ana who gave out with 
a moan.

 I watched in amazement as Jord­ana’s hole ate up all 12 inches and begged for 
more. I made a men­tal note to check the Book of Re­cords on this one. Who knew... maybe I 
was the only liv­ing wit­ness to his­tory in the mak­ing.

 Jord­ana’s body heaved un­der Den­ise’s plunging thrusts. The hump­ing, at first, 
slow and del­ic­ate, quickly turned vi­ol­ent and an­imal like as they be­came de­voured by 
their own heat of pas­sion.

 Without warn­ing Jord­ana’s body shot up into the air. She screamed out an 
un­dis­tin­guish­able primeval cry that seemed to never want to end, then drop like a sack of 
pota­toes back on the bed. She was spent. Her body was totally drained and limp.

 Den­ise with­drew her­self then re­posi­tioned her­self fur­ther down the bed with 
her head and mouth nestled flush against Jord­ana’s clump of mat­ted pu­bic hair. Jord­ana’s 
right leg twitched and her toes curled un­der at the first sweep of Den­ise’s tongue.

 What was I do­ing to my­self? I couldn’t take any­more of this side line bull shit. If I 
couldn’t play I de­cided I just would take my bat and ball and go home!





CHAPTER TWO


I hadn’t seen Den­ise or Jordan for two weeks when my nuts began aching again 
and I knew it was time to keep my pipes from rust­ing.

 So, when I saw the light in the apart­ment across the street flash on and the nude 
body streak past, I did what any nor­mal red-blooded Amer­ican would do... I got my 
bin­ocu­lars.

 (Be­fore I tell you what happened next let me ex­plain some­thing to those of you 
who don’t live in The Big Apple’. Every­body but every­body who’s a cliff dweller has a pair of 
bin­ocu­lars. With TV re­runs, high un­em­ploy­ment and the ri­dicu­lous prices for movies, 
it’s the cheapest form of un­censored X-rated en­ter­tain­ment go­ing.) In­stant hard-on!

 One look and I didn’t think, I knew, I was in love. She was young, had the body of a 
Greek God­dess and by what I was able to catch, knew how to use it!

 She wasn’t alone either. I coun­ted 1-2-3 guys. The light went on in the kit­chen. 
One of the studs emp­tied the beer from the frig then joined his bud­dies in her bed­room.

 They sat on her bed passing around a joint and chug­ging the beer. The joint was 
start­ing its third lap when down went one guy and star­ted suck­ing off an­other guy. The 
other two took that as their cue and went to work on her.

 First, they got her to her knees while she was suck­ing on a cock. Then, while one of 
the bucks slid up between her legs and began eat­ing her out, the re­main­ing cock 
moun­ted her from the rear and rammed her ass or cunt--I couldn’t tell--with a joint that 
looked like a small kosher salami.

 They fucked and sucked for hours. And she loved every inch of them whether she 
was tak­ing all three of them in her mouth or in her cunt, and ass.

 When they fi­nally called it quits and left at 3 a.m. it wasn’t the girl who cried ‘uncle’.
Not hardly. Mat­ter of fact she even begged one of them to stay.

 She was still not sat­is­fied. After pa­cing the floor, she took a dildo from between 
the mat­tress of her bed and threw her­self down on her back.

 The view was per­fect! From where I was look­ing, her open legs were act­ing like a 
fun­nel lead­ing right to her wet cunt.

 I coun­ted the num­ber of times she came off. Eight times in all. Two on her back! 
Three times on her stom­ach! Once on her side! And twice sit­ting up with the dildo in her ass 
and her fin­gers in her cunt!

 Watch­ing her was like sheer po­etry in mo­tion. The bed would rock, her body 
would toss and turn as her long straight hair whipped through the air.

 I found my hand on my cock. ‘NO WAY’-I caught my­self in the nick of time. I didn’t 
know how I was go­ing to ac­com­plish it, but I knew I had to have her.

 While I con­tin­ued watch­ing her through my bin­ocu­lars I frantic­ally tried to 
de­velop a game plan: a way of get­ting into her cunt. But everything kept com­ing up zero. I 
got horn­ier by the minute.

 A few minutes after she turned her light out and went to sleep, my phone rang. It 
was an­other of my pa­tients, Paul­ette.

 Her breath­ing was rapid. “I-I couldn’t do it alone. I had to hear your voice. It-It’s not
the same un­less I’m shar­ing it with you. I’m so wet. It’s run­ning down my legs, please come 
over. My room­mate’s gone for the week­end. It’ll be just the two of us. What do you say?”

 In the con­di­tion I was in it was an of­fer I couldn’t re­fuse. I told her I’d be there in 
an hour. I made it in 30 minutes.

 She met me at the door, lit­er­ally yanked me into the apart­ment and tore off my 
clothes.

 When my cock snapped out of my pants and she took hold of it, a calm came over 
her.

 “You’re so big and hot,” she said as she began jerking me off. Like all the rest of my 
girls I had trained, she per­formed with the deft touch of a mas­ter.

 I shoved my middle fin­ger between the shaved lips of her cunt and it came out wet.

 She grabbed my wrist, “Let me,” she in­sisted in­sert­ing my fin­ger in her mouth. I 
smiled when she re­moved it. “You prob­ably think I’m crazy but you know how much red 
heads love do­mestic pussy juice.”

 Paul­ette wasn’t the kind of girl who liked pre­lim­in­ar­ies. When she was horny 
she just loved to fuck. And fuck. And fuck. The only prob­lem she had was find­ing a guy who 
could keep up with her.

 (Be­lieve me when I tell you I tried. And tried. And tried. And then gave up. Life was 
short enough as it was without try­ing to shorten it by balling to death. So, I re­con­ciled 
my­self to help­ing her--as best I could--live with the facts of life. At least un­til the right guy 
came along.)

 In a few minutes we were on her squeaky bed hump­ing away. While she did have a 
beau­ti­ful creamy white body to go with her red hair, I must ad­mit it, she had one fault. She 
only liked fuck­ing the church po­s­i­tion--on her back with the guy on top.

 I got her to do it on her knees one time but it blew her mind. “If you want a dog, I’ll 
buy you a bitch next time,” she in­formed me in no un­cer­tain terms. And that was her one 
and only ex­per­i­ment­ing with sex.

 Don’t get me wrong. She’d blow guys or give them a trip around the world. She’d 
even take on a troop of boy scouts single handed, as long as it was on her back.

 We came off four times... Be­fore she sug­ges­ted the bathtub and the bubble bath. 
After my ‘bin­ocu­lar’ Fri­day night spe­cial I was game for any­thing.

 I should have known bet­ter. But I didn’t.

 She had planned everything out to a “T”. I walked right into it.

 Our two-some in the bath turned out to be a three­some. Paul­ette, me and Joe, as 
he was to be in­tro­duced to me, her ‘boy­friend’.

 Rub-a-dub-dub, we both fucked her in the tub.

 I now un­der­stand why she fell in ‘love’ with him. He could fuck her into the 
ground. Some­thing she needed in a man.

 When we first sat down in the soap suds I could keep pace with him. Fuck for fuck. 
But by the fifth time not even her suck­ing could get me up. So I said “Good-bye” and left as 
he stood over her half sub­merged body and jerked off a load into her open mouth be­low.

 My phone was ringing when I walked into my apart­ment.

 The man’s voice soun­ded pain­ful. “Dr. Ed­wards! Dr. Bryn Ed­wards?”

 “Yes,” I said.

 He soun­ded re­lieved. ‘Thank God!”

 Now I was con­cerned, “Who is this? What’s wrong?” He tried to laugh but the pain 
was ob­vi­ously too much. But he did his best to see the hu­mor in what he was re­lat­ing to 
me.

 “Doc­tor, I’m David Bishop, Sher­rie’s father.”

 “Yes!” He paused try­ing to find the right words to say the im­possible. “I’ve got a 
prob­lem.” He hes­it­ated again. “Cor­rec­tion--Sher­rie and I have this prob­lem. We, ah--”

 “Damn it man!”

 At the rate he was talk­ing I’d be on so­cial se­cur­ity be­fore all the facts be known.
By the tone in his voice, even the seconds seemed to be count­ing. I had to get it out of him 
and fast.

 “Spit it out. I’m a doc­tor! But I can’t help you un­less you tell me what is wrong.” I 
had to cover the mouth­piece with my hand so he didn’t hear me laugh.

 “Okay! Don’t do any­thing. Noth­ing! Do you hear me? Everything will be al­right. 
Just do as I tell you. I’ll be right there.”

 He lived in a pent­house five blocks away. I made it in ten minutes flat. When I got 
there the but­ler let me in and poin­ted to­ward the mas­ter bed­room.

 I found them as I had pic­tured them. He was ly­ing on his back on the bed, and 
Sher­rie was kneel­ing over his waist with her mouth locked shut around her father’s cock.

 I had warned Sher­rie that one day, sooner or later, her trick jaw was go­ing to get 
her into a hairy situ­ation. Never in a mil­lion years had I ex­pec­ted the lucky guy to be her 
father.

 “I must be the only plumber in New York who makes house-calls,” I said giv­ing 
Sher­rie a shot in the jaw to re­lax her muscles. Neither one saw the hu­mor in my 
sen­ti­ments.

 In short or­der she had re­leased her vice grip and I had sworn my­self to secrecy. 
Be­sides, who was I to blow a close, lov­ing father and daugh­ter re­la­tion­ship by bring­ing 
a mother into the pic­ture.

 I was back in front of the door to my apart­ment in six minutes flat. There was a 
note pinned to the buzzer. It read simply: Enter at your own risk. And was signed: Your 
Friendly Neigh­bor­hood Rap­ist.

 I re­cog­nized the lip­stick shade right off. I wasn’t as sure of the hand­writ­ing. But 
since I’d al­ways wanted to be raped I im­me­di­ately walked into the dark apart­ment and 
reached for the light switch.

 It didn’t work!

 The door slammed shut be­hind me as I dropped to all fours but wasn’t fast 
enough. Someone grabbed first one hand and then the other, lock­ing them be­hind my 
back. I plopped to the floor.

 “Clllllllick!”

 “Cllllllllick!”

 It was over be­fore it really star­ted. I was hand­cuffed and flat on my back with a 
strip of tape spread across my mouth. The best I could hope to do was grunt and groan a lot.

 Four power­ful flood lights drenched me with white light. I squin­ted try­ing to see 
into the dark­ness bey­ond the ring of light.

 “Don’t try to move. Save your strength for the fun and games. Each leg is tied to a 
dif­fer­ent spike in the floor, so you aren’t go­ing any­where.”

 There was sweet re­venge in Joy’s voice. Six months ago, she had prom­ised she’d 
get me back for the time I left her nude in the apart­ment swim­ming pool on the roof 
without so much as a tis­sue to dry her off or cover her get-away.

 One thing I can al­ways say about Joy is that she al­ways keeps her prom­ises. I 
prob­ably should have thought of that when she knocked on my door in her birth­day suit 
after her ‘chilling’ es­cape down 14 floors in a hi­jacked el­ev­ator.

 “En­joy! En­joy!” she said twirl­ing around like a dan­cer so I could en­joy the 
pleas­ures of her se­duct­ive body. Then she placed one of my hands on her breast and the 
other smack dab on her pu­bic hair. ‘To the win­ner be­longs the spoils. But don’t get cocky. 
It’s only the first of three sets. The match is far from over.”

 “Over.”

 “Over.”

 “Over.”

 I could still hear her words echo­ing in my head as she lit­er­ally tore off my clothes 
and covered my body with baby oil. I tried to keep my­self soft when her slip­pery fin­gers 
stroked my cock as it dropped between my legs. I would have been more suc­cess­ful 
per­suad­ing the Pope to con­vert to Juda­ism.

 My cock went up like the fam­ous flag rais­ing at Mt. Sun­abactli.

 “Down big fella. Down!” I kept mut­ter­ing to my­self over and over again. I worked 
in re­verse the harder I tried to go limp, the taller I got. (I al­ways knew my cock was hard of 
hear­ing.)

 Fi­nally, my as­sail­ant walked out of the safety of the dark­ness and into the area of
light. I had to squint but I could see her clearly. She wore thigh high leather pir­ate boots, with
a match­ing leather string bikini bot­tom that I was soon to dis­cover had a slit cut out of it.

 She straddled my body and looked down at me. I could see strands of pu­bic hair 
shoot­ing out from around the leather.

 “Just so you don’t be­come con­cerned that this great event will be­come 
for­got­ten to the ages I want you to know that movies are be­ing taken for pos­ter­ity,” she 
paused to en­joy the dif­fer­ent shades of color heat­ing up my face. “Just think of it,” she 
con­tin­ued. ‘These reels of film will do for the field of psy­chi­atry what the Bo­ston 
stran­gler did for the door to door sales­man.”

 (Be­sides hav­ing a repu­ta­tion for do­ing what she said she would, Joy was also 
known for her sense of hu­mor.)

 “Can you smell me?”

 My nose in­stinct­ively re­spon­ded with a sniff. I signaled ‘yes’ with a jerk of my 
head, but she still in­sisted on squat­ting down over my head and rub­bing the leather over 
my nose. That’s when I first saw the hole ex­pos­ing her cunt. It only showed when she spread
her legs.

 After I swore to re­main si­lent, she tore away the tape and teased the hell out of 
me. As hard as I tried my tongue was never quite long enough to reach her. After much 
try­ing I did how­ever, end up with a single pu­bic hair trophy that clung to the corner of my 
mouth.

 Bored with my tongue she turned her at­ten­tion to my cock, but not the way I 
thought she would. Joy had de­vised a bet­ter strategy there.

 She bur­ied my balls and cock in a moun­tain of shav­ing cream then shaved me 
down to a ‘pre-teen­ager’. When she was fin­ished she walked around me prais­ing her 
handi­work.

 (I could just ima­gine how we both looked on the un­ex­posed film ra­cing past the 
flashes of light ra­cing through the lens of the cam­era and ex­plod­ing on the na­ked film. 
My only con­stant con­cern--as strange as it might sound--was that she was get­ting my 
good side.)

 I wanted to get into her cunt so bad I could taste it. And she knew it. She 
con­cen­trated on my one weak­ness--eat­ing pussy.

 After re­turn­ing to her squat po­s­i­tion over my head, the first thing she did was 
take off her bikini bot­tom. But she didn’t toss it aside. She turned it in­side out then drew it 
slowly across my face so the smell of her honey and sweet juice could drift across my mouth 
and nose.

 Sud­denly she dis­ap­peared into the dark. A few seconds later mu­sic and sounds 
of Cat Stevens filled the room. She re­turned to her squat­ting po­s­i­tion over my face. Then 
with the rhythmic mu­sic spasms as her guide she gyr­ated her ass while she fingered her­self.
Her boun­cing breasts slapped against her chest in time with the mu­sic.

 Even against the bril­liant back­ground I could see the beads of sweat build­ing up 
on her body.

 A joint slipped between my lips and I took a couple of short takes then it was gone. 
I filled my lungs and held it for as long as I could. Then I re­leased a cloud of smoke and 
ad­ded one more smoke cur­tain of light float­ing mo­tion­less over­head.

 Some­thing wet fell on my head. Then an­other drop and an­other... The last drop 
fall­ing on my Ups. I ran my tongue across it and smiled. Drops of pussy juice were fall­ing on 
my head. (Any sim­il­ar­ity to a pop­u­lar song of the al­most identical name is purely 
co­in­cid­ental.) I stuck my tongue out and prayed for a down pour.

 It poured cats and dogs as she grunted then screamed with her self-in­duced 
or­gasm. I couldn’t keep up with the down pour. Her smell of love filled my head while the 
ex­cess juices drif­ted down my cheeks.

 Ex­hausted she dropped to her knees and sat by my face. I didn’t know where to 
start first. But she sure as hell did. She grabbed my cock and began pump­ing away. I was just 
start­ing on her anus when I felt some dew drops now fall­ing on my stom­ach.

 I made her come again, but this time my tongue gained the merit badge not her 
fin­gers.

 Again she dis­ap­peared and re­turned. This time a car­rot was com­ing at me from 
her cunt. I ate it down to the stem and bey­ond. She re­peated her steps and offered me a 
grape wedged between her lips. I freed it with a circ­ling sweep of my tongue and ate it 
whole.

 Giv­ing up my self-im­posed vow of si­lence when she didn’t re­turn after her next 
exit I called to her in the dark. She didn’t an­swer, though I did hear things be­ing 
dis­moun­ted and packed away.

 “Luv! I’m still hard as a rock.” There was no re­sponse. “Come on baby, let’s fuck. The
night’s still young. We don’t turn back into pump­kins for at least two hours when the sun 
comes up.”

 The room went pitch black.

 “Don’t worry lover. When I get back to my place I’ll call the cops and--”

 “Cops!” She wouldn’t. Yes, she would. I had to do some­thing be­cause I could hear 
the door knob turn­ing. Once she got out of my apart­ment it was too late. I shouted at the 
top of my lungs, “IG­NATS, JOY, IG­NATS!” Though I couldn’t see a thing in the dark I knew it 
had worked. It never failed.

 The rest was simple. I had her re­lease me and hand over the film, which she will­ing
did. I told her that she should go home, take a shower and then go to sleep. I in­struc­ted her 
that she would never ever re­mem­ber what we just did. After re­peat­ing back my 
in­struc­tions ver­batim, she left and did ex­actly what I told her to do, in­clud­ing all 
memor­ies of the last hour. I slept like a log that night.

 The score of our second match went from ‘love-30 to 30-love’ sud­denly re­vers­ing
it­self.

 But that’s the game of sex for you. When all seems won all you have to do is let your
guard down for a split second and your op­pon­ent moves in and busts your balls.

 (Rule One: Al­ways--AL­WAYS--play to win!!!)





CHAPTER THREE


The pack­age ar­rived re­gistered mail signed re­ceipt re­quired.

 After I put my John Han­cock on the re­ceipt, I went back into my of­fice and closed
the door. It didn’t look un­usual, though it did have a light scent of per­fume linger­ing 
around the wrap­ping pa­per. Dif­fer­ent look­ing or not it had to be from her.

 It sure was!

 The con­tents were piled neatly one on top of the other even though it had not 
been cleaned. It was ex­actly what she had prom­ised over the phone with her se­duct­ive 
voice.

 “Dr. Sex, I want you to know what a real wo­man wears. I’m go­ing to let you smell 
my panties, fresh from my wet pussy, I want you to see what you’ve been miss­ing by fuck­ing
all that bare pussy still in di­apers.”

 “Who is this?” I asked when she gave me a chance to get two cents worth. My 
ques­tion went un­answered and I got mad­der. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but I’m not 
ac­cus­tomed to strange wo­men just call­ing up out of tire blue and get­ting their rocks off 
talk­ing dirty over the phone. I--”

 “You turn me on more when you get mad, Dr. Sex. I don’t know what it is, but if you 
were here with me right now I’d prove it to you by shov­ing your fin­gers up my wet snatch.”

 The last thing I needed at that mo­ment was an­other fucked wo­man, but I must 
ad­mit some­thing about her in­trigued me. Even turned me on be­cause, as I re­call, all 
dur­ing that first ini­tial con­ver­sa­tion I was hard.

 Her next ques­tion clinched it for me. “Do you mind if I mas­turb­ate while I talk to 
you? It’s some­thing about your voice. It really turns me on!”

 I told her she could do whatever she wanted to since it was her dime.

 “God, do I wish you were here right now.” She purred. “I’d show you the tight­est 
cunt and the wet­test lips you’d ever suck on. I’d strip you down and lick you clean with my 
tongue. I’d show you why it takes a wo­man--and not girls--to do a man up right. I’d show 
you how full of shit this Wo­men’s Lib thing is by let­ting you take a wo­man who’s free, even 
though she loves to love men up right... and be their sex ob­jects. I’d show you how to make 
me come all day and stroke my soul.”

 She kept on talk­ing but I could tell by her er­ratic breath­ing that she was just 
about ready to come. The phone sud­denly went dead. I didn’t say a word. Press­ing the 
phone tighter against my ear I caught light blasts of air. They got louder and heav­ier and 
much more fre­quent.

 Her scream made me yank the phone away from my ear.

 “Yeeeeeeeessssssssss.”

 I waited un­til I could hear nor­mal breath­ing be­fore I spoke. “Are you al­right?” I 
asked wish­ing like hell I was on the other end of the line.

 I could hardly hear her at first. “Got to have you. Just gotta. Do you un­der­stand 
what I’m say­ing? I’ve got to know what your cock feels like up my cunt... up my ass... down 
my throat.” She paused to blow her nose. “Please, Dr. Sex, when can I see you. Just name the 
time, name the place. It doesn’t have to be my place or your place. I’d do it to you any­where. 
A cab, a sub­way, an el­ev­ator--just name it.”

 I was really temp­ted. Be­sides how could I deny help­ing a fel­low hu­man be­ing 
in need of my help. I made up my mind. I’d let my­self ad­min­is­ter to her bod­ily needs.

 “I’ll tell you what,” I told her in my most pro­fes­sional voice. “Just so this is not 
some sort of a joke, send me your name and phone num­ber. Then, wait I’ll get back to you. 
Fair enough?” It didn’t mat­ter whether she thought so or not be­cause that was the only way 
I play the game, I heard her laugh­ing. “I’ll do bet­ter than that D I’m go­ing to send you a 
nude pic­ture so you can be sure you’ll like it be­fore you try it.”

 I wanted to ask her her name but she hung up on me. The first thing that went 
through my mind was that the en­tire thing was a hoax. You know, one of my pro­fes­sional 
friends mak­ing fun of my ex­clus­ive spe­cialty in teen­age sex prob­lems. “Yah”, that’s it. I 
said re­wind­ing the cas­sette I made of the call so I could hear her again.

 After I had listened to the call twice more I didn’t know what to be­lieve. Un­able to 
make a def­in­ite de­cision re­gard­ing her ‘true’ motive be­hind her call I left everything up 
in the air and awaited her mail.

 That was yes­ter­day morn­ing.

 I laid the con­tents of the box across my desk. There was a slightly pad­ded bra, size
36B, a flowered pair of bikini un­der­pants, size small, a clean plastic bag filled with what 
ap­peared to be pu­bic hair, and a sealed en­vel­ope.

 A snap shot fell out when I opened the typed note in­side. I whistled out loud. She 
def­in­itely hadn’t lied when she said she was a wo­man, of that there was no doubt. For a 
wo­men every bit in her early, if not middle forties, she had the body and muscle tone of a 
twenty year old. Quite an ac­com­plish­ment for any­one over thirty. But by the ‘come on’ 
pose in the pic­ture she ob­vi­ously had the free spirit that nor­mally goes hand and hand 
with a se­duct­ive body like hers. Or I sure as hell hoped it did.

 “Dear Dr. Sex,” the note began, “I sin­cerely hope this will prove to you I meant what
I said to you over the phone. You turn me on! It’s as simple as that. And I want you. God, do I 
ache for you. But be­fore You have a stroke on the spot be­cause you think you’ve got a wife 
hunter on your hands, let me ex­plain. I’m mar­ried. Very hap­pily, I might add. It’s just that I 
have this hobby of mine. While some people like to col­lect stamps or guns or coins, I like to 
col­lect men. You more then any­one else should un­der­stand. YES! There had been oth­ers. 
Thirty-five to be ex­act. I’m telling you this be­cause I’m al­ways above board... and hon­est. 
It’s the only way. So, what do you say? Un­less you’re gay--and I ser­i­ously doubt that from 
what I’ve heard about your repu­ta­tion--you’ve got to ad­mit that my cunt in­trigues you at 
least a little. Make you a bet! $50 says you got a hard on when you saw my cunt and ass. 
Right? I know I am. You’ll find my phone num­ber carved on the wall of a phone booth at the 
corner of 3rd and 59th. Be there to­mor­row night at 10:30 and call me. I’ll try to keep from 
get­ting too wet be­fore you call.”

 It was signed simply ‘Pussy Galore’. And came with the fol­low­ing PS. “Don’t sniff 
my panties too closely, the scent from my honey is ad­dict­ive. I’ve got 35 to prove it.”

 I wrote Pussy into my ap­point­ment book then sat down to tackle a much more 
dif­fi­cult and press­ing prob­lem. Who was I go­ing to do later that night? For­get about the 
next even­ing.

 By what you’ve already read in the first two chapters you’ve prob­ably come to the 
con­clu­sion that I was swim­ming in a sea of cunt... that it is there for the ask­ing. Well, let me
make one thing per­fectly clear. IT’S TRUE!!

 The reason is not be­cause I’m a cross between Paul New­man, Steve Mc­Queen 
and Robert Red­ford, be­cause I’m not. Rather be­cause of Wo­men’s lib. That’s right.

 They’ve taught wo­men that wo­men want sex as much as men do. And when they 
want it they should have it. And the way they like it.

 Thanks to my ex­clus­ive list of former pa­tients, be­lieve me-when I tell you I know 
what they want and how they want it.

 (I chal­lenge any wo­men who dis­agrees with the con­clu­sion I’ve come to about 
WL to write me care of the pub­lisher. It would be my pleas­ure to per­son­ally of­fer you an 
op­por­tun­ity to ob­serve my tech­nique and then say it’s not what you want. Of­fer ends 
Novem­ber of next year.)

 The mood I was then in nar­rowed my fi­nal choice down to one of two wo­men. 
My ex-mother-in-law or my ex-wife.

 My mother-in-law won the toss!

 Be­fore I share the hairy tid­bit of what fol­lowed I’d bet­ter re­spond to that 
shocked look on your face. But first, turn your pace­maker down to a slow idle. It’s not as bad 
as you think.

 My wife and I got along well and still do. It’s just that we both wanted other 
wo­men and men. Be­fore long our mar­riage got in the way. And to pre­vent a beau­ti­ful 
love af­fair from turn­ing two people against each other we split.

 My mother-in-law stepped into the pic­ture when her daugh­ter backed out. 
Neither one knows about the other, but both do need what I’m giv­ing them. Be­lieve it! It’s 
true. Like mother-like daugh­ter. They’re both starved for cock. Even after you feed them.

 My mother-in-law was wait­ing for me when I drove up the drive-way lead­ing to 
the se­cluded north shore es­tate. As usual there was not a ser­vant in sight. That meant we 
had the en­tire even­ing to fuck away.

 She waited un­til we were by the Olympic size swim­ming pool be­fore go­ing for 
my pants. (What else does a wo­man have to worry about whose hus­band dies and leaves 
her twenty-eight mil­lion dol­lars.)

 I man­aged to stay just out of her reach and grop­ing hands and still strip off my 
clothes. When she saw my cock snap out at her she went crazy. She tore off her suit and dove 
into the wa­ter after me.

 With her jaws opened she went for my cock like a shark. She was so quick by the 
time I saw her rising out of the bot­tom of the pool it was too late, my cock dis­ap­peared 
into her mouth.

 (If you think tread­ing wa­ter while you’re get­ting a blow job is easy, try it some 
day. Her num­ber is 516-555-7642.)

 Once in­side her tongue and fin­gers did the rest. She fingered my ass and kept her 
tongue rolling around the head of my cock un­til the in­stant of re­lease. Then, she did what 
she al­ways did in the wa­ter. She re­leased her suc­tion grip and bit into my nuts.

 Re­sponse was in­stant­an­eous. I splashed wildly at the wa­ter as clouds of white 
cot­ton candy floated in an end­less column to­ward the sur­face.

 Not one saw the light of day. One by one she swal­lowed them with whip like 
sweeps of her tongue.

 Like fresh blood and a shark this drove her into a frenzy. After sur­fa­cing for gulps 
of fresh air she re­turned, this time she ig­nored the life­less meat between my legs. She 
dar­ted in and went to work on my ass.

 (If you think go­ing around the world while tread­ing wa­ter is easy, you can still 
reach her at the same num­ber.)

 I had to do some­thing and quickly or I’d be sit­ting on the bot­tom like a jelly fish. 
Map­ping my strategy, I waited for the right in­stant. It wasn’t long in com­ing. I arched 
for­ward and dis­ap­peared from view.

 We met halfway between the sur­face and the bot­tom. She shoved an air hose into 
her mouth and one into mine.

 Free from hav­ing to sur­face we swam around each other, play­ing like a bunch of 
homey kids.

 (Any of you who thinks it gets worse when you get older, you owe it to your­self to 
call her col­lect.)

 I fingered her cunt. She bit my joint. I licked her ass. She squeezed my nuts and I 
sucked on her tits. I shoved my toe up her hole. She locked her legs around my head.

 The wa­ter cap­tured every mood as we went from play­ing wild... to ro­mantic 
ex­plor­ing... to balling... to 69. It bubbled and splashed and erup­ted then turned ghostly 
mo­tion­less as we em­braced in each other’s arms at the bot­tom of the pool.

 When we were com­pletely ex­hausted we had din­ner by the side of the wa­ter as 
we watched the gi­ant gold fish swim­ming where we had just spawned.

 After sun­set when the sky turned black and the stars twinkled, we turned on the 
spot­lights be­neath the sur­face.

 When we were fin­ished eat­ing I watched as she stood up from the table and 
se­duced me with se­duct­ive thrusts of her breasts and hips.

 She was the most se­duct­ive an­imal I have ever known. She tossed her hair wildly 
in the air with her hands and de­voured me with her jungle-like pier­cing eyes.

 Slow at first her move­ments picked up speed un­til she was lost, sweat poured 
down her face and covered her brown skin. Her fin­gers tested her most tender flesh. There 
was noth­ing she would not do to please me.

 She drew me into her spell. I reached for her and she dis­ap­peared into the depths 
of the pool. Hyp­not­ized by her beauty and un­able to fol­low, I stood by the side of the pool
watch­ing her move si­lently in the gi­ant co­coon.

 She per­formed for me as no wo­man could. Rolling and twist­ing and tum­bling 
en­ti­cing me with every de­lect­able inch of her body.

 She knew the an­cient skill of se­duc­tion and had mastered the art of pa­tience. 
They were hers to com­mand. At that mo­ment she was the mas­ter and I was the stu­dent.

 She slithered through the blu­ish green wa­ter and dar­ted between the gold fish. 
With a snake like ripple of her body she stopped dead in the wa­ter spread­ing her legs and 
mak­ing her­self come off by pla­cing fish food in her pussy hair. The gentle banage of 
nibbles from the swarms of gold­fish did the rest.

 I waited for her to climb up out of the wa­ter be­fore I took her in my arms and 
dried her with my tongue. Waves of heat rose into the cool night air from our bod­ies as I 
bent her over, face down, on the table as I took her in the cunt. And then again in the ass.

 Be­fore we walked up to the main build­ing and went to sleep in each oth­ers arms 
she squat­ted above my head and treated me to my fa­vor­ite del­ic­acy.

 The next morn­ing I was gone be­fore she got up. I didn’t have an early pa­tient but
I was im­pa­tient to check out the phone booth be­fore I called Pussy later that night.

 I was too, too early. Her num­ber hadn’t even been etched onto the green paint yet.
With only time on my hands I went dir­ectly to the of­fice and hoped the day would pass 
quickly.

 My sec­ret­ary hadn’t ex­pec­ted me for an­other three hours. When I let my­self 
into the side en­trance, I usu­ally walked in through the front en­trance, I caught her on my 
leather ther­apy couch with a very young girl... While a pile of clothes lay on the floor, both 
wore their bras pulled free of both breasts.

 The young girl be­came very em­bar­rassed. She reached for her things and 
dis­ap­peared into the outer lobby where she dressed and slipped away. My sec­ret­ary didn’t
re­act. In­stead she waited for me to re­spond to the in­vit­a­tion she ex­ten­ded when she 
lif­ted one leg off the floor and onto the couch.

 The smell from her cunt reached me im­me­di­ately, if not sooner. “I hope you 
didn’t stop on my ac­count,” I asked un­zip­ping my pants. “How far did you get?”

 She threw her hands be­hind her back and took off her bra. “She’d let me eat her, 
but that was all. She was afraid to touch me. But I kind of think I was break­ing down her 
res­ist­ance when you walked in.”

 I was anxious about one thing as I moun­ted her, “Where did you pick her up?” I 
dropped my full weigh on her. She was dry, but after a few plunges all was wet. I really didn’t 
care whether she was wet or dry. She was a quickie and after I came I was fin­ished. And she 
knew it. That’s the way it had al­ways been.

 She grabbed my ass and pulled me in un­til she felt me ram her cer­vix. There was 
no emo­tion in her voice. “I didn’t pick her up. I’m watch­ing her in the city while she goes 
shop­ping. She’s my grand­daugh­ter.”

 I filled her cunt with a half-tea­spoon load of sperm. She stopped when I did, 
shoved a couple of tis­sues into her cunt and got dressed. I could smell her all day long.

 10:30 came and went. The only num­ber I found on the phone booth, that I could 
get through to, turned out to be the emer­gency num­ber at Al­co­holic An­onym­ous.

 10:35

 10:40

 10:45

 By the time I fin­ished climb­ing all over the tiny booth there was a si­lent circle of 
people who swore I was some sort of nut. At that point I could have used a good stiff drink.

 The mo­ment--the very fuck­ing mo­ment--I crossed the street against the light in 
dis­gust the phone in the booth rang. There I was in the middle of the street, dodging cars to 
stay alive, and swear­ing at the top of my lungs.

 “I have only one thing to say to you,” I shouted as I yanked the phone off the 
cradle,”

 “GO FUCK YOUR­SELF!”

 I slammed down the re­ceiver without wait­ing for an an­swer. For all I knew it could
have been a wrong num­ber. I didn’t care if it had been. All I knew was I felt good be­cause I 
got in my last licks.

 “Ex­cuse me,” the voice be­hind me said. “Where do you go in New York to fuck 
your­self?”

 I spun around and looked into a pair of the pret­ti­est eyes I’d ever seen. I couldn’t 
speak.

 “Cat got your tongue, Dr? You didn’t have any trouble find­ing a few choice 
ad­ject­ives to de­scribe me just a few minutes ago.” She didn’t wait for me to speak, but 
in­stead slipped her arm through my el­bow and star­ted off down the street.

 She didn’t speak again un­til we stopped at the next light.

 “If you don’t say some­thing I’m go­ing to shove my hand into your pants when the 
light says ‘WALK’.”

 I broke up laugh­ing. “You’re beau­ti­ful. You know that?” I threw my arms around 
her waist and tasted her moist lips just as the light changed. We stood there hold­ing on to 
each other for dear life as the ‘go­ing’ and ‘com­ing’ mobs tried to crush us between them.

 We spoke to each other totally ob­li­vi­ous of what the pass­ersby might have 
heard.

 “Your tits are much softer than I ima­gined.”

 “Your cock scares me. Be gentle with me.”

 “I want to taste your pussy.”

 “I want you to, very much.”

 If you had walked by and heard you would have been con­vinced someone was 
shoot­ing a porno flick on the streets of Man­hat­tan.

 As we con­tin­ued to talk I couldn’t stop my­self from rub­bing my joint against her 
cunt.

 I couldn’t help my­self. There was some­thing totally mag­netic about her. My heart 
felt it and so did my cock. The lump in my pants stuck out like a sore thumb, but I didn’t care.

 I had to have her right there and then. Five minutes... ten minutes were too long to 
wait.

 If she asked me to take out my cock it would have been in my hand for all to see.

 I took her by the hand look­ing up and down the street for a dark door­way, an 
empty gar­age en­trance, any­thing. She tagged along as we fish tailed our way through the 
crowd.

 Thought it was half way down the poorly lit street and ob­scured by a pizza truck, 
Pussy saw it. She stopped me dead in my tracks and poin­ted to it.

 ‘There, love” was all she said.

 I couldn’t see any­thing. “Where?”

 “Here.” she said as she came to a halt a few minutes later in front of the tele­phone 
com­pany’s work tent parked smack dab in the middle of the street.

 We looked up and down the street then slipped in­side. She didn’t even give me a 
chance to take off my sunglasses. She un­zipped my pants and took my cock firmly in her 
hand. I reached for her open blouse but she brushed me aside.

 “I owed you this one for all the grief I gave you earlier to­night. Don’t be in a hurry.” 
I took in­struc­tions from her hands after she squat­ted down in front of me. I widened my 
stance then reached for her long hair. I felt her head mov­ing to­ward me then felt her kiss the
tip of my cock. She kissed it again then ran her tongue around my thick mush­roomed shaped
head.

 I tried to shove her head all the way down on my cock but she res­isted. She didn’t 
want this to be just an­other quickie.

 Out­side, a car raced past us and down the street. It’s head­lights lit up the in­side 
of our tent as it passed. In a split second, it was dark again. But the im­age of her on her knees
in front of me re­mained etched in my mind.

 She then held my cock with both hands to guide it down her throat. She purred 
slightly.

 “Be gentle. Don’t ram it in. Be gentle with me please. You can do any­thing to me. I 
will do any­thing to you. So long as you’re gentle to me.” I ran my fin­gers through her hair as
she spoke.

 “I prom­ise.”

 Her lips par­ted and slipped over the tip of my cock. She stopped as her tongue 
made two slow trips around the sens­it­ive rim. My right leg trembled but one gentle squeeze
of her hand and it stopped. Her mouth opened wider as more meat passed between her lips. 
Each time she stopped her tongue probed my flesh.

 Fi­nally she had con­sumed me whole. I could feel her lips press­ing against my 
pu­bic hair. If only Ma Bell could have seen me then. She would have been proud of the long 
dis­tance con­nec­tion we had made without de­pos­it­ing a single dime.

 An­other car raced past us down the street. The brief light from its head­lights 
re­vealed two love starved eyes look­ing up at me for ap­proval. I smiled and hugged her 
af­fec­tion­ately.

 It is vir­tu­ally im­possible to de­scribe what she did to make me come off in her 
mouth. All I can say is to ima­gine the best blow-job you’ve ever had... mine was ten times as 
good... she was that good.

 Pussy waited un­til I had emp­tied all my sperm into her mouth be­fore she stood 
up. I went to kiss her and tasted my own sperm ooz­ing out from her lips. The slimy li­quid 
quickly coated our tongues and lined our throats.

 I couldn’t keep my hands away from her any­more. I went into her blouse and took 
out her tits. They were big­ger then I ima­gined from the size of the bra she’d sent me. To the 
touch they felt hot, cup­ping them in the palms of my hands I stroked her tiny nipples with my
thumbs. They wrinkled and swelled up hard. She twitched and moaned as I skimmed the very 
tips of both nipples.

 Leav­ing her breasts wedged in the half buttoned open­ing of her blouse, I laid my 
hands on her tiny waist. Her skin was soft, but still firm. She stood mo­tion­less wait­ing for 
my next move. Bright high beams tore down the street at us, then at the last pos­sible in­stant
they veered sharply to the right and con­tin­ued on their way. Neither of us were aware of the
in­truder’s light.

 I stopped when I came to the top of her skirt. She offered to take it off and I’m glad 
she did. If I had to un­hook it I’d still be there with a blue­print try­ing to un­lock the mys­tery
of the hooks, snaps and latches that kept it up.

 (The skirt she wore was proof. A rap­ist would die of old age be­fore he could get it 
off her.)

 But the wait was well worth it. The sil­hou­ette of the wo­man I saw could not be in 
her 40’s. If I hadn’t known I would have sworn I was look­ing at Jord­ana.

 “Here, smell me.” She passed her fin­ger tips be­neath my nose. The fra­grance filled
my head.

 I grabbed her fin­gers and pressed them against my lips. “You are so spe­cial. So, so 
VERY spe­cial.”

 She squeezed my hand.

 She dipped her fin­gers into the pool of dark­ness again. And then she re­turned 
them very wet. One by one I licked the juice from her fin­gers. The bit­ter­ness of ‘old age’ 
was no where to be found. She was slip­pery and su­per wet and pleased my pal­let.

 The sounds of laughter could be heard out­side. We froze she grabbed my cock 
while I held her hips. They stopped dir­ectly out­side the knot­ted flap. We were barely able to
keep ourselves from laugh­ing out loud when we heard the girl sug­gest they fuck in the tent.

 I ser­i­ously think she would have if it hadn’t been for a po­lice car that sud­denly 
screeched down the street with lights flash­ing and siren wail­ing.

 “Kinda hope she does,” Pussy whispered peep­ing out through a slit in the can­vas. 
“He’s kinda cute.”

 I slapped her ass. She spun around and let out a muffled mou­sey “ooouch!” and 
rubbed her be­hind. “Care­ful with the mer­chand­ise. On second thought, do it again. That 
turns me on.

 The tele­phone com­pany work­men who re­turned to their tent in the morn­ing 
prob­ably never wondered where all the stains came from that sud­denly ap­peared overnight
on their tow­els.

 But I’ll tell you how they got there. She straddled two gi­ant tool boxes, bent over 
and braced her­self on the metal tent frame, at my in­struc­tions she lowered her­self onto 
my cock. The rest was just a lot of boun­cing and squeez­ing and moan­ing and fin­ger­ing.

 Or in lay­man’s terms one hell of a lot of fuck­ing. By hav­ing her boun­cing up and 
down on my lap I was able to get at her tits and cunt. The idea wasn’t all mine, oth­ers, Ma 
Bell had a hand in it. The lim­ited cramped space didn’t al­low for do­ing it any other way. Let 
me tell you, it was so tight I couldn’t even greek her.

 She bit my shoulder to muffle her screams when she came off. I came off twice. 
After the last time she sucked my cock free of come. And I freed her cunt of my sperm with a 
few brushes of my tongue.

 Some­thing splashed against the out­side of the tent. We stared at each other. It 
couldn’t be rain­ing. The stars were out. It con­tin­ued, but this time the splash­ing sound had
moved.

 We slipped out of the tent and headed down the street when we heard the wino’s 
slobbered ver­sion of ‘Come all Ye Faith­ful’ Too bad he never got to know how close he really
was to the cold sober truth.





CHAPTER FOUR


Pussy licked my cock like a lol­li­pop while I pressed my eye against the secret hole 
in the wall, and watched the couple in the ad­join­ing cabin.

 Just watch­ing them fuck turned me on, but the fact they didn’t know someone was 
peep­ing over their shoulders turned me on even more. I felt my cock grow hard in Pussy’s 
mouth.

 “I’m im­pressed. Really im­pressed. Beats TV any day,” I said as the man flipped the 
wo­man around and bur­ied his head between her legs. I wanted to ap­plaud. “Who’s the 
stud? He sure knows how to use that salami of his.”

 “He should,” she said gloat­ing, “I taught him everything he knows. He’s my 
hus­band.” Her con­fes­sion made me lose my bal­ance and fall off the dresser. She broke my 
fall and we fell onto the bed. I checked my­self to make sure everything was where it 
be­longed. Everything was, in­clud­ing my cock still wedged firmly between her tight wet lips.

 I reached for her pussy. She lif­ted her top leg, at the knee, and showed me her 
snatch. I could still see sperm from our last ses­sion stick­ing to her pussy hairs.

 The thought that her hus­band was next door dis­ap­peared from my mind as I 
kissed her belly but­ton.

 “God, do you have bad eyes!” She poin­ted her fin­ger a few inches lower. ‘The one 
with the hair around it,” she said shov­ing my head into the wrinkled flesh.

 I wanted more, I flopped her over on her back, bent her flat on the bed and ran my 
tongue along the ridge of her pussy lips.

 She waited un­til the chills ra­cing up and down her spine built up voltage be­fore 
she fi­nally sucked my cock into her mouth. But when she did my toes curled un­der.

 I know my tongue could go in deeper so I climbed on top of her. Her skin was warm
and her tits pressed lightly against my nuts, my legs straddled her chest, giv­ing her a clear 
view from my cock all the way back to my ass.

 I bolted when she blew a stream of hot air against my anus.

 “You like that don’t you,” she asked proud of her new dis­cov­ery. “I love 
dis­cov­er­ing your secrets.”

 She blew an­other stream of hot air then fol­lowed it up my ass with her prob­ing 
tongue.

 She drove me wild. I hadn’t come yet but I was already drip­ping in her mouth. It 
was as fright­en­ing as it was ex­cit­ing.. As much as I got I wanted more but I could never get
enough of her. She drew me to her like a mag­net. The harder I tried to fight her sen­sual 
powers the stronger they be­came.

 “Faster... Faster... Yes... God... Yes. More... Harder suck on me harder... YAH. Don’t 
stop... Lick my ass... Bite me. AAH­H­H­H­H­HHH. God yes... Love me... MORE! More. Love me 
all the way. Stick it in. Don’t worry, I can take it. OOOO­H­H­H­HHH. Shove your fin­ger up my
ass. YAAAH­H­H­HHH.”

 She shot or­ders at me like an arm chair Gen­eral. But I didn’t care. I’d do whatever 
it took to make her come off. Her fin­gers dug into my ass. I moaned and she dug them in 
deeper.

 We rocked and tossed. We bounced up and down. The bed squeaked. We tore at 
each oth­ers’ flesh. Our tongues dar­ted and flicked between our cracks.

 “Y AHHH HH­H­HHH!!!! “ I came off sound­ing like a snort­ing bull.

 It was over and we were totally drained. We lay to­gether, sweat rolling down our 
bod­ies, try­ing to catch our breath.

 “You’re quite a lover,” she gasped. “But don’t think I’m go­ing to let you get away 
that easy. I’m ready for more.” And at that she stood up and ges­tured with her hands. 
“What’s your pleas­ure over the chair or over the dresser?”

 Need she have asked. “Greek, but not over the chair.” I joined her. “Just bend over 
and grab your ankles.”

 She was wait­ing for me when I re­turned with the vas­el­ine. “Whenever you’re 
ready,” she said spread­ing her cheeks.

 I coated her ass with a thick layer of vas­el­ine then used what was left on my cock. I
grabbed the flesh of her hips then eased my cock into her slip­pery crack. She let out a moan 
but told me not to stop.

 Her as­shole closed in around me like a vice. She felt like a vir­gin los­ing her cherry.
Every inch was hard fought and earned. She didn’t give an inch without a fight.

 The last two inches were damn near im­possible. I kept push­ing, but she wouldn’t 
budge. Un­less I could take all of her it wouldn’t be the same.

 I got an idea. Both arms flew around her body and found her pussy. They par­ted 
her Ups and played with her cunt. In a few seconds she was heav­ing her ass wildly from side 
to side.

 “Yah-Ohh, Good­ddd Yessss!” She threw her ass into re­verse with a grunt, 
pro­pelling my cock to its full mast length.

 We poun­ded back and forth un­til I ex­ploded in­side her.

 “So hot! So fuck­ing hot! I can feel it shoot­ing up my ass.” She reached up between
her legs and found my nuts. Grabbing hold of the dangling sack she squeezed.

 “Don’t stop. I want to come, too.” She said.

 I knew when she came be­cause a tor­rent of pussy juice poured into my hands. 
When they were full I rubbed them over her breasts and across her mouth. She licked at them 
pas­sion­ately.

 Sud­denly I felt funny stand­ing in the middle of the state­room with my cock up 
her ass, while her hus­band was in the next room.

 But the thought passed by the time we fin­ished our shower and toweled down.

 “Ques­tion... How are you ex­plain­ing me be­ing along with you on your yacht to 
your hus­band.” I was curi­ous to hear her ex­plan­a­tion.

 She fin­ished but­ton­ing her blouse. “What’s there to ex­plain. You’re my 
ther­ap­ist. I’ve got this prob­lem that you’re help­ing me solve.” She had a ques­tioned look 
on her face. ‘That simple enough for you?”

 “You’re a genius,” I said plant­ing a kiss on her nose. “Well, I’ll be! The truth is 
al­ways the best policy, isn’t it?”

 “Fuck you, too, Dr. Sex.”

 For four weeks I spent my sum­mer va­ca­tion on her 75 foot ocean go­ing yacht. I 
can’t ex­press the pleas­ure I felt not hav­ing to worry about my teen­age nym­phos. Though 
there were a couple of be­ne­fits I did miss.

 We cruised to the Ba­hamas, down to the Flor­ida Keys, across to the Vir­gin Is­land,
then due south to Venezuela.

 There was a crew of fif­teen, and four pas­sen­gers: Pussy and her hus­band, a wall 
street fin­an­cial gun­slinger, sec­ret­ary, as­sist­ant Wendy and me.

 While every­one was off fuck­ing with their re­spect­ive part­ners every­one played 
the game ac­cord­ing to the rules and feigned ig­nor­ance. It was as if we were all play­ing 
that kid’s game.

 You know “He knows, that she knows, that he knows, etc, etc. . But nobody ad­mits 
to it and con­tin­ues to play dumb.

 As good as Pussy was, by the end of the second week she was get­ting to be like an 
old hat. I found it more and more dif­fi­cult to get it up as quickly when she wanted it again. 
The evid­ence was as plain as the nose on my face. The fizzle was leak­ing out of the bottle 
and fast.

 I fi­nally had to ad­mit to my­self that ‘too much’ Pussy was the cul­prit. Wendy had 
a lot to do with it, also. It got so bad that when we’d take a swim on a deser­ted is­land, or go 
shop­ping in a tiny fish­ing vil­lage, I couldn’t help think­ing of Wendy.

 Then one night I found out Wendy felt the same. It was late. I couldn’t sleep and 
went for a walk on deck. On the aft sun­deck I bumped into Wendy. The light from the search 
lamp told me she wasn’t wear­ing any­thing be­neath her thin robe.

 Small talk quickly turned to sex talk as we stared into the dark­ness, she star­ted it 
off.

 “Is she as good in bed as they say she is? And don’t deny you know what I’m 
talk­ing about.”

 The tone in her voice told me she could be trus­ted.

 “First, tell me who they are?”

 Her face lit up with a warm smile. “That’s more than fair. For starters, start with Hank,
her hus­band... and Larry, Hank’s at­tor­ney... and Peter, Hank’s doc­tor... and-” I held up a 
hand in her face “Enough!” I said feel­ing like the bas­tard child. “Wow. I feel out of place 
be­cause I’m the only one who isn’t Hank’s friend.”

 She smiled as she took my hand and squeezed it. “You want to know why she fucks 
around? I’ll tell you. He’s shitty in bed.”

 “But I-” I caught my­self.

 Wendy slid over next to me. I didn’t move. She stopped when she knew I could feel 
her breasts, then whispered in my ear. “I’m drip­ping wet. I’m hor­ney as hell. And if that’s not 
enough I’m aching to see if you’re as good as I think you are.”

 I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. The in­stant our tongues touched, raw 
pas­sion took pos­ses­sion of her body. She tore into my robe in search of my cock.

 “Now! Right here!” She tore open her robe, and her arms reached out for me. “I 
want you in me now.”

 She grabbed hold of my hands and star­ted pulling me down onto the deck. My 
first re­ac­tion was to say ‘no’. There was al­ways the chance a deck hand might catch us. Then
I looked at her as she lif­ted a leg into the air teas­ing me with her beauty.

 What can I tell you! I’m ba­sic­ally weak. I can’t say no to the United Fund or to a 
free cunt. Hav­ing made up my mind I tore off my robe and dropped down be­side her.

 “Eat me,” she in­sisted fight­ing off my ad­vances to just fuck. “Don’t be in a hurry. 
No one will see us.”

 What chance did I have, we were play­ing by the house rules and it was her house. 
After a fast ‘look-see’ around the deck for pos­sible in­truders and the nearest exit I wedged 
my face between her legs.

 She tasted like wild cher­ries. Wherever I ran my tongue, all I could taste were 
cher­ries-from her ass to her clit. Her body jerked when I shoved my middle fin­ger up Her 
ass. I drew it out slowly, then rammed it back in.

 “Shiitttt! I feel like I’m ex­plod­ing,” she cried out. “Again, do it again!” I fin­ger 
fucked her again and again, and each time moans of pleas­ure filled the air.

 I rolled her from her side onto her back and lif­ted her legs straight into the air. The 
smell from her cunt caught my nose. I was over­come by her beauty. Everything about her was
se­duct­ive. Everything! I didn’t know where to start first. Her breasts begged to be sucked. 
Her cunt pleaded to sur­round my cock. Oh, how I wanted to, but it was her show. Be­lieve me
when I tell you it was a con­stant struggle to hold my­self back.

 Kneel­ing in front of her open legs I slid my hands un­der her ass, and brought it up
to my face. Her legs locked tightly around my neck.

 She im­me­di­ately ro­tated and ground her cunt into my face. “Lick it, baby, suck 
on me. Taste me. Smell me. Bite my clit. Drink my pussy dry. Eat my hole.”

 With her legs firmly in place, I grabbed her tits and fondled her swollen nipples, her 
breasts boun­cing like jello to the touch.

 I looked over the ridge of her pussy hair at the kal­eido­scope of ex­pres­sions 
dis­tort­ing her face. Each one was more se­duct­ive than the one be­fore. As I watched, her 
eyes turned glassy, and be­came en­tranced on an ob­ject ten mil­lion light years away.

 My tongue found a new area of pleas­ure. The dis­cov­ery was in­stant­an­eous. 
Her body arched into the air as an­other un­in­tel­li­gible sound poured from her lips.

 “Faster, make me come. Please, I have to come!” she pleaded with me, and then 
began to cry. Tears welled up in her eyes. The hard, cold fea­tures that had just minutes 
be­fore masked her face were sud­denly gone. In their place was the trans­formed face of a 
child hungry for love, not just sex.

 A mouth­ful of slick pussy juice told me she was about to come. Frankly, I couldn’t 
wait a minute longer. My cock was stretched to its break­ing point and my nuts were killing 
me. I won’t even try to de­scribe how bad the plumb­ing was leak­ing.

 It was sav­age and vi­ol­ent and beau­ti­ful at the same time. Her body con­vulsed 
and tore at the moor­ings around my head. I fought her tooth and nail. The mo­ment she 
screamed, I made my tongue move twice as fast.

 Time slowed to a crawl and then stopped com­pletely. Her or­gasm con­sumed her 
en­tire be­ing. Jolts of elec­tri­city shook every limb of her body. Her head lashed from side to
side, and muscle spasms sent her flesh into wild fren­zies. She did everything in her power to 
sub­due the vi­ol­ent sounds deaf­en­ing my ears.

 She was con­scious and un­con­scious at the same time. She was a wo­man and a 
little girl sim­ul­tan­eously. And she was totally ful­filled, and com­plete.

 I con­tin­ued eat­ing her out un­til her body hung mo­tion­less from around my 
neck. Un­til every ounce of love had been sucked from her loins.

 She lay pant­ing on her back, un­able to speak. But it really didn’t mat­ter. If I didn’t 
shove my cock up her cunt I knew I was in for some bad times.

 I must have said it in my eyes, be­cause she threw her legs out to the sides, and 
took hold of my cock. She stroked it gently then pulled it to­ward her cunt.

 “Fill me up. Give me every drop you’ve got. Do whatever you want to me.” I moved 
between her legs un­til I felt her wet­ness.

 “Either hole. Makes no dif­fer­ence. I’m your toy. Play with me.” I moun­ted her with 
my joint tightly wedged in her pussy. Each time my ass rose and fell, her muscles mas­saged 
all nine inches.

 Fuck­ing her on the deck of the ship was like balling on a wa­ter bed. Even bet­ter. 
The sound of the ocean smash­ing against the steel hull and the smell of the night salt air 
made me come again and again.

 I fucked her with my toes. I fucked her in her ass. I fucked her in her mouth. I stood 
over her and jerked off onto her breasts and face. I sat on her face, and let her lick my ass and 
nibble my nuts.

 Then it was her turn. She had jerked me off with her feet and with her breasts. She 
made me come off in her hair. She sat on my face, and quenched my thirst with her 
con­coc­tion of juice from her pussy and my come.

 We watched each other as we mas­turb­ated and ate our own flu­ids. We 
ex­per­i­enced things with each oth­ers’ bod­ies.

 When we fi­nally stopped, we could barely move. Every muscle in our bod­ies 
ached. Each step was pure hell.

 “Come on. Let’s take a quick dip in the pool be­fore we go back to bed.

 She didn’t give me a chance to re­spond. Without wait­ing, she ran over to the pool 
and dove in. Not want­ing to be out­done, I fol­lowed her into the pool.

 The cool wa­ter and cooler air washed away all the tell­tale rem­nants of our hours 
of orgy un­der the stars. It trans­formed us into merely two in­no­cent nudes, swim­ming 
devoid of sin.

 “Now, I know why she latched onto you,” Wendy in­sisted, join­ing me at the edge 
of the pool. She held my hand, as she con­tin­ued. “You’re not like other men. You’re 
sens­it­ive, tender, and gentle. And you def­in­itely know not only how to sat­isfy a wo­man, 
but you know how to make a wo­man feel like a wo­man when she is with you.” At that, she 
kissed me ever so softly on the lips.

 I smiled. “With a wo­man like you, it’s easy to be the right kind of man,” I said, 
watch­ing a smile spread across her lips.

 “I’m warn­ing you. I’m not go­ing to let you get away from me. No way am I go­ing 
to lose what it took me so long to find. But don’t worry. I’m not the pos­sess­ive type. Fuck his
wife, fuck whomever you want. But whatever you do, don’t for­get to make love to me, too.” 
Though we were both ex­hausted, the words and the mo­ment called for it. So we swam to 
the bot­tom of the pool, and spawned. The only evid­ence that re­mained to mark our 
en­counter in the dark was a hand­ful of tiny white circles on the shuffle board court.

 In the morn­ing, as I sat down next to Pussy, I im­me­di­ately spot­ted the 
splotches, though to the cas­ual eye it was un­notice­able.

 “You didn’t get to sleep un­til late last night,” she said, tak­ing off the top of her 
bikini. “I couldn’t wait any longer, so I used the vi­brator. In the fu­ture if you go for a walk, 
make sure it’s after you fuck me. You know how I go through those bat­ter­ies. Last night it 
died on me just when I was com­ing off. Had to fin­ish it with my fin­gers and--” Pussy 
stopped when she no­ticed me eye­ing Wendy as she headed to­ward her lounge chair, “--
and if you don’t mind,” Pussy said, slap­ping my shoulder with her sun­tan lo­tion to get my 
full at­ten­tion, “put some on my breasts.”

 She lay back wait­ing for my hands.

 I knew full well the child­ish game she was play­ing. I wanted no part of it, but since 
I was the guest, I had no choice in the mat­ter. So I filled my hands with lo­tion and spread it 
evenly over her breasts.

 “And don’t for­get my pussy, too,” she said slip­ping out of the bot­toms. “You 
know how I love a com­plete tan.” I fin­ished the job by com­pletely cov­er­ing the nar­row 
band of milk white skin with a layer of tan­ning lo­tion.

 Then it hit me. How stu­pid could I have been. Sure, she was jeal­ous of Wendy. But 
I had got­ten it all wrong. I figured it out while I was put­ting on the lo­tion. Her pussy was 
drenched and her nipples were hard. And she hadn’t been look­ing at me. Her eyes had never 
left Wendy’s body. Pussy didn’t want Wendy fall­ing for me be­cause she wanted Wendy all 
for her­self. To her we were both com­pet­ing for Wendy’s love.

 Now I had the up­per hand. Plan­ning all my moves care­fully, I con­sidered all the 
op­tions open to me, then leaned over next to the mo­tion­less body. I spoke in a whis­per, 
even though she hardly heard me. “She can be yours to­night, if that’s what you want.”

 She sat up and had a sur­prised look on her face. What I had prom­ised to de­liver 
was an im­possible dream sud­denly com­ing true.

 “You know I’d do any­thing if I could have her for an even­ing. Any­thing. Do you 
un­der­stand me? Any­thing!”

 I stretched out on the air mat­tress, let­ting my words si­lently linger in her head for
a minute. ‘To­night she’ll be yours. I prom­ise you.”

 “But how?”

 I rolled over on my back. “Simple. With hyp­nosis.” Later that night after din­ner, I 
asked Wendy if she’d help me in an ex­per­i­ment I was con­duct­ing on re­lax­a­tion and 
ten­sion con­trol, and she will­ingly agreed.

 We met in the lib­rary, while Pussy and her hus­band went to their room for their 
an­nual monthly fuck, as she so af­fec­tion­ately called it.

 Us­ing the di­ver­sion­ary tac­tical re­lax­a­tion, I quickly hyp­not­ized her. To my 
pleas­ant sur­prise, she was an ideal sub­ject, able to reach the deep­est of hyp­notic states.

 Totally will­ing to obey my given com­mand, and know­ing full well, that she had 
spumed every over­ture Pussy had made to her to have sex to­gether, I gave her a 
post-hyp­notic sug­ges­tion. Then I woke her up. As I had in­struc­ted, she re­membered 
noth­ing, in­clud­ing what she would do in the fu­ture whenever I used the word, “ig­nats.”

 I thanked her for her help and told her I was tired and was go­ing to bed. She left 
and I went to my cabin. Pussy was wait­ing for me.

 ‘That was quick,” I said, tak­ing off my clothes.

 She grabbed my cock. “Never mind about numb nuts,” she said, lift­ing her skirt 
over her head. “Is it all set?” She took off one shoe, and placed her foot on the bed. With her 
free hand, she made an open­ing between her panties and her pussy and guided my cock 
through her mound of hair.

 I didn’t have to lub­ric­ate her. She was already wet. As a mat­ter of fact, the wet 
stains covered her panties.

 Once in­side, she grabbed my ass for lever­age. As she rose, and lowered her­self 
on my cock, it helped her stand. Since this was only go­ing to be a quickie, I wanted to get the
most out of it. So I opened her blouse and scooped out a breast and sucked on it. She shoved
my head down on her tit, when I sank my teeth into her nipple.

 There was noth­ing beau­ti­ful about the way we made love. Her dress was wrinkled
up around her waist, and her bra was un­hooked, and rolled up un­der her tits. It was simply 
the quick­est and most ex­pedi­ent way for me to get into her pants short of un­dress­ing 
her.

 I came fast.

 Then when she felt the last of my come shoot up her pussy, she shoved a tis­sue 
into her cunt to pre­vent my sperm from stain­ing her panties.

 “Well?” She was im­pa­tient, had to know if I had been suc­cess­ful.

 “To­night at 2:30 am. It’s all set.” I didn’t say an­other word. I just stood there and 
watched her swal­low and suck my cock still wet from her pussy juice.

 The next time I came off she didn’t need any tis­sue. All she had to do was lick me 
and swal­low the evid­ence.





CHAPTER FIVE


From over where I was hid­ing, I could count ten couples fuck­ing in the sand 
without even try­ing. By the sounds rolling in from all parts of the beach, there had to be at 
least an­other five couples off in the sand dunes.

 I didn’t have much time. I double-checked my cam­era and in­fra-red film, then 
inched my way to­ward the camp fire. It couldn’t have been a bet­ter night for re­cord­ing the
sex lives of Amer­ican teen­agers. With no moon in the sky, the chances of my get­ting caught
were nil.

 I stopped at a place halfway between the line of trees and their fire. It was as close 
as I dared to go. Un­der the cover of their roar­ing fire, and the mu­sic pour­ing from their 
ra­dios, I set up my tri­pod and in­fra-red strobe unit and planned my shots in ad­vance.

 The first pic­ture I saw through my view finder was a couple eat­ing each other in 
the sixty-nine po­s­i­tion. I clicked the shut­ter. I pivoted the cam­era to the right and 
fo­cused on a nude girl kneel­ing over a boy ly­ing flat on his back. I clicked the shut­ter and 
wound the film three sep­ar­ate times. I got three dif­fer­ent stages of her blow­ing him.

 I took pic­tures of all the couples, in­clud­ing the two girls mak­ing love as they 
rolled in the surf. Frankly, I was dis­ap­poin­ted. The pic­tures I was tak­ing failed to con­firm 
my premise that today’s teen­agers were more cre­at­ive and in­nov­at­ive and freer when it 
came to their bod­ies. Ex­cept for the rare ex­cep­tion, the ma­jor­ity of the kids re­flec­ted 
their par­ents con­ser­vat­ive up­bring­ing.

 My cam­era was just about empty of film, so I gave my­self an­other fif­teen 
minutes. Look­ing back, I should have left then. But I didn’t, and I paid the price.

 “What are you do­ing there?” The voice shot out like a rifle. I spun around and 
peered into the dark­ness, hop­ing to at least see the sil­hou­ettes of my captors. I coun­ted 
only one-a girl.

 I waited for her to come closer be­fore I spoke. There was still a chance, a slight one,
no less, that she was the only other per­son who knew I was there. I had to find out.

 When she got close enough for me to make out her fea­tures, I saw that she was 
nude, like the rest of the kids.

 “I’m a po­lice of­ficer,” I said, re­gain­ing my com­pos­ure. I tried like hell not to 
stare at her shaved pussy, but it was dif­fi­cult. By the look on her face, she was ob­vi­ously 
pleased that an older man found her de­sir­able.

 “You’re not go­ing to ar­rest us, are you?” she asked, walk­ing over and touch­ing 
the bulge in my bathing suit.

 “It would be an aw­ful waste, if I didn’t have a chance to show you just how friendly 
me and my friends can really be.” She was purring and she threw her arms around my neck.

 She was smart enough not to wait for my re­sponse. She im­me­di­ately slipped her
fin­gers over the top of my bathing suit and reached in for my cock.

 “Hoooolllly Shiiitttt!”

 Her mouth dropped open, when she saw how big I really was, fully ex­ten­ded.

 “I just changed my mind. I’m sav­ing this just for me. Fuck them. This was a B.Y.O. 
party, and it’s go­ing to stay that way.”

 She couldn’t have been more than twelve or thir­teen, her tits weren’t even fully 
de­veloped. But she sure knew how to en­tice a man, es­pe­cially me.

 “Let’s make one thing per­fectly clear,” I in­sisted, hold­ing her by the shoulders. 
“You don’t have to do any­thing. I’m not hold­ing you here. If you want to go, you are free.”

 She smiled and placed my hands on her breasts. ‘Thanks, but no thanks. I much 
prefer com­ing. Es­pe­cially with a big cock like yours.” I couldn’t res­ist squeez­ing and 
strok­ing her large nipples, that covered nearly half her breasts. When she real­ized I was 
be­ing overly care­ful not to hurt her, she said, “Don’t worry. I like to be hurt. When they’re 
bruised, it’s much more fun kiss­ing away the hurt.”

 I took her hint and bit her nipples. Her body re­acted in pain, but she only bit her 
lips in­stead of scream­ing out. Des­pite the pain, I could tell she loved it.

 “I’m go­ing to fuck your brains out,” she in­formed me in a calm voice. “You think 
you’ve fucked a tight cunt be­fore.” She shoved her hand into her snatch. “I’m go­ing to 
strangle your cock without lay­ing a hand on you.”

 We lay down to­gether on my blanket, and like a rattlesnake, she im­me­di­ately 
went for my cock. She got up on all fours, mak­ing sure her ass was dir­ectly over my head. 
After a few long licks from her tongue, that went from the top of my cock down to my pu­bic 
hair, she swal­lowed me whole, as her ass dropped on my face.

 I grabbed Tier ass, and pulled her down more, wedging my lips in as far as they 
could go. When I couldn’t budge an­other inch, I star­ted eat­ing her cunt. I rammed my 
tongue along the val­leys between her pussy lips and circled her tight ass. She smelled clean, 
but I could taste the sperm from her last lover ooz­ing from her va­gina.

 We tasted each other’s juice and licked each other’s hole. She was un­in­hib­ited 
and I had to keep re­mind­ing my­self that this trim young body ly­ing on top of me void of a
muff was young enough to be my daugh­ter.

 She got up and pulled a strand of hair from her mouth. “Come on, let’s do it. You 
could eat pussy, and I could suck cock all day. I’ll give you a pussy rain check for later,” she 
said, strad­dling my waist. “Let’s do it.”

 She sunk into the sand, as she lowered her­self onto my cock. She cer­tainly hadn’t 
been ly­ing earlier when she said she was tight. Tight wasn’t the word for it.

 “You sure you’re not a vir­gin?” I asked, feel­ing the full weight of her ass on my 
cock.

 Her face be­came dis­tor­ted as she kept rising up and down on me like a pile driver
in re­verse. While her pro­gress could only be meas­ured in mere frac­tions of an inch, I could 
tell that she was def­in­itely los­ing her grip.

 I kept her lub­ric­ated and with lots of steam in the boiler, by rub­bing her clit with 
my fin­gers. Every once in awhile, I licked once or twice, to keep my lips from go­ing dry.

 Caught up in the pas­sion of the mo­ment, my foot touched the cam­era, 
trig­ger­ing the shut­ter. The nor­mally quiet mo­tor-driven shut­ter sprang to life, sound­ing 
like a ma­chine gun. Be­fore I could turn it off, the cam­era had racked up twenty-one 
dif­fer­ent pic­tures of her sit­ting on my cock.

 The sud­den shut­ter noise sent my mind ra­cing back three weeks to that night 
when Pussy and Wendy fi­nally got it to­gether while I was along as the of­fi­cial 
pho­to­grapher.

 As I re­called, everything came off like clock­work as it al­ways did when I used “ig nats” on a sub­ject. Pussy and I had met to con­firm the plans in my cabin, then she went back
to se­duce her hus­band.

 The way she re­lated it to me later, ser­vi­cing him was the best de­scrip­tion to use.
To him a wife was simply a piece of meat that must be ready whenever he wanted her. 
Re­gard­less of whether she was in the mood or not.

 Now, that night, she was def­in­itely in the mood, but not for him. But she couldn’t 
let him know that so when she walked into their state­room, she took off all her clothes.

 “What’s it go­ing to be to­night?” she asked, walk­ing to­ward his col­lec­tion of 
an­tique tor­ture things at the op­pos­ite end of the bed­room.

 He didn’t say a word but picked up his rub­ber whip and met her at the rack, an 
X-shaped table rising from the floor on poles.

 She po­si­tioned her­self on her back in the re­cessed form while he com­pleted the
job by bolt­ing her hands and feet to the form. As much as she tried, the fear of pain closed in
around her body. This only drove him on more. But not enough to give him a hard-on. That 
could come later, when he used the whip.

 When the last lock was closed, and locked, his face took on a grue­some look that 
des­troyed the day. Know­ing full well what was about to be­fall her, Pussy began to cry and 
yank fiercely at the chains that held her back.

 “No, no, please-not that again. I can’t take it any­more.” He com­pletely ig­nored 
her pleas for mercy and pro­ceeded to the fish tank. Pussy’s head stretched for­ward as far as 
it could go, so she could watch him stick his hand into the wa­ter and take out the slimy 
oc­topus.

 He held it over her head and began to lower it to­ward her stom­ach. “Squirm my 
love, pull at your chains. Noth­ing will save you from its se­duct­ive legs that ache to 
sur­round you.”

 The tip of one tentacle slid across her thigh.

 “Aaaaah­h­h­h­h­hhh!” Her screams and pleas for mercy went un­heeded again, 
again, and again, as her body shot away from the chains that bound her with only pain, and 
more pain to show for her ef­forts.

 “Look!” He poin­ted proudly with his whip down between his legs. “Look how big 
I’m get­ting.” He dir­ec­ted his thought dir­ectly to his penis. “Don’t stop. I com­mand you to 
get big­ger.”

 The whip­ping came next while the oc­topus slid across her body leav­ing a trail of 
tiny suc­tion marks be­hind him.

 “Yes, yes!” he screamed, and pumped his cock each time he sent the soft whip 
against her breasts and then against the bot­toms of her feet.

 The scene of the two of them must have been ob­scene and yet wildly se­duct­ive 
at the same time.

 Pussy knew when he was about to come, be­cause he al­ways man­aged to stand 
dir­ectly in front of her face when he ejac­u­lated all over her body.

 You would think that after he had sat­is­fied him­self and gone limp, his at­ten­tion 
would be turned to­ward re­leas­ing her juices. Such was not the case. In­stead, he went to 
the bath­room and left the oc­topus to his pleas­ures.

 Only after he had re­lieved him­self did he fi­nally re­turn and re­lease the shackles.

 It was a weird re­la­tion­ship, but in their own way they both needed whatever it 
was that it gave to them. Who are we to pass judg­ment!

 Later that night, as I had in­struc­ted her to do, Pussy met me in the steam room. 
Then, with my cam­era slung over my shoulder, we walked down the cor­ridor to Wendy’s 
state­room.

 I knocked twice.

 When Wendy opened the door, I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I re­peated the 
word, “ig­nats” twice and she in­stantly went into a deep hyp­notic state. Though to any­one 
look­ing at her she was act­ing com­pletely nor­mal, it was im­possible to tell whether she 
was hyp­not­ized at all, she was in our power.

 “She’s all yours,” I told Pussy. As I closed and locked her door, I said, “She’s will­ing if
you are able.”

 It wasn’t that Pussy doubted me. It was just that she had to see for her­self. So she 
walked over to Wendy and kissed her on the lips. Wendy re­spon­ded by un­but­ton­ing 
Pussy’s blouse and kiss­ing her nipple.

 From then on it was pure pas­sion and lust. They lit­er­ally tore off each other’s 
clothes, and made love to every part of each other’s body. They sucked each other’s tits. 
Fin­ger fucked and then sucked cunts. Licked anuses and drank each other’s pussy juice. And 
then they made each other come off. They took a shower and made love all over again, on the
floor, in the bed, on the sink, over the chair, on the desk--every­where!

 They used vi­brat­ors on each other, and then they did some­thing I don’t think 
they’ll print in this book, but I’m sure you can ima­gine.

 And through­out it all, I clicked away with my cam­era. I caught every drop, every 
curve, every or­gasm, and every po­s­i­tion.

 It las­ted three hours, and then it ended as it began with the word, “ig­nats” 
re­peated twice and with the in­struc­tion that when she woke up she wouldn’t re­mem­ber 
her time with Pussy or me. What a waste of beau­ti­ful memor­ies.

 I was glad to be back on the beach. Back at my work, and away from the jet set and 
their prob­lems.

 The where­abouts of Pussy was not known to me, nor did I care to know. All that 
con­cerned me was shar­ing an­other or­gasm with still an­other pussy--this time a 
twelve-year-old nymph.

 “Ugggh­hhh!” Her thrust was de­cis­ive. Her feet shot out, send­ing her en­tire 
weight down on my cock. The sud­den thrust was even too much for her tight cunt. My cock 
slid through her pussy like a hot knife through but­ter.

 The or­gasm that con­sumed us didn’t end with the boun­cing up and down on my 
cock. It star­ted from there, and spread to her ass, to her mouth, to my lips, to her tongue, to 
her nipples, to her toes, and then back to her boun­cing up and down on my cock.

 She re-es­tab­lished my faith in today’s youth. She re-con­firmed that some, though
not all, as I had hoped, were will­ing to ex­per­i­ment with sex un­til they dropped.

 As we lay in each other’s arms, salvo after salvo of flash­bulbs ex­ploded above us.

 “Hey, what the--!”

 We sat up and covered our eyes. We had been caught at our own game. The other 
teen­agers had found us and had de­cided to snap a few of their own shots.

 Someone in the dark­ness shouted out and told us to screw in a cer­tain po­s­i­tion.
An­other voice echoed the charge. Be­fore I knew it, there I was on the sand with three girls, 
and two other guys mak­ing stag pic­tures and movies.

 When the girls saw the size of my cock, I be­came the in­stant star of the movie. In 
com­par­ison, the other guys looked like mid­gets.

 Bulbs flashed as two of the girls ate me while I fucked the third. The next shot had 
all of us in a hu­man pyr­amid. The next shot had me jerking off, while the three girls ate each 
other out.

 After the last bulb was flashed, and the last shot was taken, we all, in­clud­ing me, 
re­turned to the fire and had an orgy.

 I can’t re­mem­ber ever fuck­ing so much pussy in my life. Young, fresh-smelling 
pussy that never leaves an after-taste, like you al­ways find in a pussy that’s knocked around a
lot, and has had one too many miles of cock run through its slit.

 The party fi­nally broke up around four in the morn­ing, when every­one went their 
own ways. By five in the morn­ing, I was back at my apart­ment, ready to zonk out and catch 
up on my sleep.

 But I couldn’t sleep. The light was on in the apart­ment across the court, and that 
beau­ti­ful creature was parad­ing around in the nude. By this time, my bin­ocu­lars told me 
she was all alone. And by the looks of things, she was hom­ier than hell.

 How could I tell she was horny? Simple! Dur­ing the fif­teen minutes I watched her, 
not once did her left hand ever leave her cunt.

 Be­ing a de­tect­ive, I con­cluded that she was either stuck, and should have dialed 
911 for help, or she was horny and needed a cock.

 Now, what would Sher­lock Holmes have done if he were in my situ­ation, I asked 
my­self. The an­swer that flashed in my mind was sheer genius, if I do say so my­self.

 I phoned the door­man of her build­ing, and told him that I was a Dr. Lewis Jordan 
from the emer­gency room at Bel­levue. I ex­plained that there had been an ac­ci­dent, and 
the pa­tient kept call­ing for a young girl who looked like the nude girl of my dreams. I gave 
the girl’s de­scrip­tion, and told him that the pa­tient had only given the ad­dress and floor of
the girl he was call­ing for.

 “Oh, you must mean Mag­gie Pelts, tall, long hair, very pretty.” The door­man was 
more than will­ing to help. “Hold on. I’ll give you her num­ber.”

 Stand­ing in front of the win­dow, hold­ing my bin­ocu­lars in one hand and the 
phone num­ber in the other, I dialed her num­ber.

 She soun­ded even pret­tier than she looked.

 “You’ve got to be kid­ding,” she said, when I told her straight out that I had a 
hard-on just watch­ing her across the court.

 I watched with amuse­ment as she walked to the win­dow and covered her eyes as 
she peered out.

 I told her about the night she had the three guys over, plus a few of the other nights
I caught her go­ing to it.

 Her voice told me she was still a bit cau­tious of the whole thing. Be­ing a true New 
Yorker, and a gradu­ate from the school of hard knocks, she needed more in­form­a­tion 
be­fore she’d com­mit her­self to see­ing me.

 “How’d you get my num­ber?” She broke up laugh­ing when I told her.

 “Your place or mine?” I asked, in re­sponse to her sug­ges­tion that we should get 
to­gether. “That’s okay with me. I’ll bring the wine and you-we’ll talk about it when I get 
there.”

 She greeted me at the door with a warm smile, a friendly kiss and a hug.

 For those of you sit­ting on the edge of your chairs think­ing that she met me in the
nude, all I can say is, turn the bat­tery in your pace­maker down. No such luck. She was 
wear­ing a skimpy pair of cut-offs and a T-shirt, and noth­ing else.

 One look at her stand­ing in the door­way with her long black hair hanging over her
shoulders and her breasts push­ing against the cot­ton, and I knew I was go­ing to get 
an­other pair of bin­ocu­lars. Mine were too damned near-sighted.

 I opened the wine and poured her a glass, as she curled up in one corner of her 
couch.

 “This is silly, you know that,” she fi­nally said after check­ing out my body. “Here we 
are, two ma­ture, horny adults, and we’re act­ing like two school kids. Who’s kid­ding who? I 
asked you over be­cause you turned me on, over the phone. There’s some­thing about your 
voice that made me wet­ter than hell.” She took a sip of the wine without tak­ing her eyes off 
me. “Had you kept talk­ing I could have come off without so much as put­ting a hand on 
my­self. So, what are we wait­ing for? You def­in­itely turn me on, and you already told me I 
do the same for you. So let’s fuck!”

 I walked over to the couch and kissed her up­lif­ted face. Her lips tasted like 
cher­ries, and her tongue like a young pussy. The mo­ment we touched, she put down her 
glass and un­hooked my pants. Since I never wear any un­der­pants, my cock sprang out at 
her.

 The shock of my ex­tremely large cock startled her.

 “You’re plan­ning on put­ting all of that up my twat? Shit, if you can do that, you’ve 
got to be a mir­acle worker.”

 I pressed my cock against one of her breasts. “Go ahead and touch it. It doesn’t bite.
I prom­ise you.”

 She was hes­it­ant at first, but fi­nally took hold of it, and began ex­amin­ing it.

 “I bet you have a harem just wait­ing to get your cock slammed between their legs,”
she said, and she brought it up to her face and talked to it.

 “One night with you, fella, and I’d be in the bull pen for a week rest­ing up for the 
next big game. Just like a ma­jor league pitcher.” The tempta­tion was too much to res­ist and
open­ing her mouth, she kissed my cock.

 She looked like my cock be­longed in her mouth. The fear of it dis­ap­peared. She 
stroked it and licked it and sucked it deep into her mouth.

 I lif­ted my foot onto the couch. “Suck my nuts,” I whispered dir­ectly into her ear, 
and pulling her head to­ward the hairy bag be­neath my cock.

 A chill ran down my back as her fin­ger­tips found my two testicles. I watched as a 
mis­chiev­ous smile sud­denly ap­peared when she squeezed them both.

 “You’re just about empty,” she an­nounced, drop­ping my pants to the floor. “You’ll 
be lucky if there’s a drop of cream between the two of them. If I had to ven­ture a guess, I’d 
say you’ve been fuck­ing a storm all day. Right?”

 “Two points for the home team,” I said. Who was she to say I couldn’t cream in her 
cunt or mouth or any­where else. I’d show her I thought, pulling her shirt over her head.

 “Two to one says your cunt won’t be able to hold all my come. What do you say?” 
She slipped out of her cut-offs, while I threw my shirt on the chair.

 “You’re on,” she said, “no fun play­ing for fun. Let’s play for keeps. What’s the prize 
go­ing to be.”

 “I win, you fix up an orgy with some of your friends. You win, I’ll do the same with 
my friends for you, agreed?”

 She nod­ded her head, and then led me into her bed­room. “On my back? On my 
knees? Me on top? What’s your pleas­ure?”

 I poin­ted to the edge of the bed. She knew ex­actly what I wanted without say­ing 
a word. Get­ting down on all fours, she aimed her ass to­ward me, and spread her legs. She 
gave me a tar­get I couldn’t miss. A pink bulls eye with a black circle of hair around it to guide
me home.

 Her head shot up when I grabbed her waist, and she felt the first plunge of my cock.
As wet as her cunt was, it wasn’t able to lessen the fric­tion as the thick flesh stretched her tiny
open­ing. I was as slow as I could be, but still made sure she took my full length.

 My cock was more than she could take. Her legs trembled, and her arms buckled 
out from un­der­neath her, send­ing her head down on a pil­low.

 “No,” she shouted, when I star­ted pulling away. “I haven’t met the cock I couldn’t 
handle. You just keep on fuck­ing me, and let me worry about the rest.”

 It was her fu­neral. I widened my stance, dug my fin­gers into her soft flesh, and 
sent my cock into her “cunt like a jack­ham­mer. She grit her teeth as I kept fuck­ing her from 
be­hind. She loved it as much as I did. Each time her ass slapped against my loins, she thrust 
back into me, driv­ing my cock deep and deeper.

 She reached back between her legs, and grabbed my nuts and rolled them in her 
hands.

 She had an in­cred­ible touch.

 “Where’s the white stuff?” She rubbed it in a little more. “Shitttt! I’ve fucked senior 
cit­izens big­ger than you.”

 While we fucked, her dangling tits kept ri­co­chet­ing into one an­other.

 I de­cided to ig­nore her com­ment and shif­ted my hump­ing into third gear. With 
the pleas­ure I felt, I’d be an ass to come off be­fore I was damn well ready. Why blow a good 
piece of ass with a quickie?

 She star­ted to say some­thing else, but it was cut short with a loud grunt as I 
fiddled a tit, and slid my fin­ger around her clit.

 My eye sud­denly spied her vi­brator sit­ting on the dresser. I picked it up without 
her sus­pect­ing any­thing or me los­ing a stroke.

 “Here’s some­thing to quench your thirst,” I said, coat­ing my fin­gers with her 
pussy juices, and slip­ping them into her mouth. Her tongue skimmed across each one. Her 
mouth was moist again.

 She asked for more. I coated them again and again and she licked them dry.

 Her back arched up like a cat. Her head shot around, try­ing to see what was 
hap­pen­ing. “Oh, shit,” she screamed, “yess, ahhh, ooooh, ooooh, more!”

 The vi­brator was only a quarter of the way in her anus, but she felt like an 
earth­quake ready to ex­plode.

 Her body didn’t stop mov­ing. She twis­ted and jerked and yanked and pulled, and 
shoved and pumped, and I shoved the vi­brator in halfway, and ro­tated it around in a circle, 
while I kept fuck­ing her cunt.

 “I need it. I need it. You’re a bull. Shit, do I need someone like you. You know what 
you do, ahhh! Now, damn you, shove it up my ass!”

 The ex­plo­sion totally con­sumed her body. It trembled, then shook and she cried 
out like a pre­his­toric an­imal.

 I could feel spasms of elec­tri­city shoot­ing up my cock as she came off.

 Her body went limp be­neath me, but I couldn’t stop. “Hold me,” she begged. 
“Enough. Please, I can’t take any more. Stop! I need you so badly, just hold me. I need to be 
held.”

 When I didn’t stop, she cried like a baby.

 ‘Take it, ah­hhh!” My come shot into her cunt. She purred as the slimy fluid rolled 
down her thigh.

 I went crazy. For the next few minutes, I couldn’t re­mem­ber what happened. 
Maybe it was the smell of her cunt or just her wet hole. Whatever it was, I fucked her un­til my
cock turned limp and wouldn’t stay in her pussy.

 “Now, will you hold me?” She rolled over on her back, stretched her arms out to me.
“I need you so much, you fucked me, now love me. You reamed out my cunt, now please, 
stroke my head.”

 I lay down next to her, and held her tightly. She bur­ied her head against my chest 
and held on for dear life. Slowly, I lif­ted her head and I kissed away her tears.

 Her eyes were gentle and soft. The hard­ness I first saw had van­ished. “You’re 
go­ing to think I’m crazy, but I’ve been look­ing for someone like you for a long time. Do you 
know what it’s like to be fucked good? Shove your fin­ger up your ass a few times and see 
how great it feels.”

 I cut her off with a kiss. She was get­ting too ser­i­ous and I didn’t like the 
dir­ec­tion the con­ver­sa­tion was head­ing. The way she was talk­ing, if I wasn’t care­ful, 
we’d be set­ting up a pad of our own, and hanging up di­apers.

 She brought her lips down to my hairy chest. “You know you won the bet. And as 
much as I hate to share you with any­one else, I did prom­ise you a very spe­cial treat. So just 
tell me when and we’ll be there.”

 “How about to­mor­row?”

 She backed away and lif­ted her leg like a scis­sor. A twinkle lit up her eyes. “How 
about right’ now? Don’t think you’re go­ing to get away from me that easy. You’ve proved you
know how to fuck. But can you suck?”

 To make her more de­lect­able, she sep­ar­ated her lips with two fin­gers and 
showed me her pink lips.

 My cock twitched.

 “This one’s on me,” she said, touch­ing her wet fin­gers against my lips. I kissed 
them, and then drew them into my mouth.

 When she saw my cock was fully erec­ted, she took it into her hand.

 “Come, taste my ass, drink my juice, slide your tongue through my crack, run your 
teeth through my hair.”

 She made me an of­fer I couldn’t re­fuse, and she knew it. She waited un­til my 
head was between her legs, be­fore she leaned over and sucked my cock.

 How do you de­scribe ul­ti­mate sex on pa­per? I can’t. So you’ll just have to 
pic­ture it in your mind!





CHAPTER SIX


I spent the night in her apart­ment. Everything worked out per­fectly. In the 
morn­ing, I can­celled my two ap­point­ments then rolled over and we fucked for two and 
one-half hours straight.

 If we weren’t screw­ing, we were eat­ing. And if we weren’t mas­turb­at­ing, we 
were suck­ing. And if-I think you get the pic­ture.

 When my putz had fi­nally petered out, and her cunt had turned into a dried-out 
wa­ter hole, we took a shower in her tiny bathtub.

 When we were dry­ing ourselves off, she came up with one of her many bril­liant 
ideas.

 “Let’s shave ourselves bald!” She didn’t wait for me to an­swer. She simply put one 
leg in the sink and sprayed and rubbed shav­ing lo­tion into her thick muff of pu­bic hair. 
“Here, you shave me and I’ll shave you,” she in­sisted, hand­ing me the safety razor.

 It’s fun. It really is. And be­sides, it’s erotic as hell. By the third stroke I was a 
pro­fes­sional, and by the tenth, I was ready to hang out my shingle.

 She ran her fin­gers over the bare skin, when I fin­ished. I could tell she was pleased.
When she lif­ted her leg and said, “Look, Pa, no hair!” she was funny as hell.

 Be­fore I let her shave me, I be­came curi­ous when she washed away the lo­tion 
and laid her pu­bic hair out to dry.

 “What are you sav­ing them for?”

 She winked. “You’ll see,” she said, dis­ap­pear­ing into her bed­room. When she 
re­turned, she wiggled her fin­gers in my face. “Rings! That’s why I save them.” She saw I was 
ob­vi­ously still con­fused. “Silly, I make and sell pu­bic hair rings.”

 The first time I heard her I thought she had said, “pu­bic hair rings.” Stick­ing a 
fin­ger in my ear to clean out the wax, I asked her to re­peat what she had just told me.

 “Here, this one’s for you.”

 I winced as she put it on my fin­ger. She laughed as she ad­jus­ted it to fit my pinkie
fin­ger.

 “Don’t worry, it’s a girl’s, not a guy’s.”

 I didn’t dare ask her how she knew the dif­fer­ence. Look­ing like an idiot once in a 
day was enough. After all, who was I to ques­tion an ex­pert.

 We went back into the bath­room, and I watched as she re­moved my man­hood. 
When she was fin­ished, I com­pli­men­ted her on her calm hands, and re­minded her that 
she would have lost more than a tip, if her fin­gers had slipped.

 After a quickie break­fast, we left to spend the rest of the day horse­back rid­ing on 
a friend’s farm three hours north of the city in the Cat­skill Moun­tains.

 Have you ever fucked on a horse? I never had, so when she sug­ges­ted it, I said 
“Yes,” and then tried to re­mem­ber whether this would be covered un­der my Blue Cross.

 Her breasts sagged and bounced when she took off her bra and threw it on the 
ground along with her blouse and cut-offs.

 “Wow!” she shouted at the top of her lungs as she threw her hands into the air so 
that the hot sun wouldn’t miss an inch of her well-turned body.

 Look­ing at her, she looked like a school­girl with her bald pussy.

 She signaled me to fol­low as she ran into the brush. “Don’t worry, the horses won’t 
wander off,” she shouted, dis­ap­pear­ing around the bend.

 I don’t know who I ex­pec­ted to see that deep in the coun­try, but I checked out 
every tree any­way, as I took of my clothes. Try it someday. For me it was the freest I’ve ever 
felt. I made a point to use it in my ther­apy as a tool to strip away so­ci­ety’s la­bels that we 
find too dif­fi­cult to carry.

 She scared the shit out of me when she jumped out of the bushes from be­hind a 
log as I fol­lowed the nar­row trail.

 “This should do it,” she said, look­ing for a soft spot on the ground. “I was al­ways 
an ex­hib­i­tion­ist,” she said, when she found it, and lay down on her back.

 As she spread her legs, and lif­ted her knees, she cupped her hands around her 
mouth, and yelled out, “I know it’s not nice to fool Mother Nature. So, Mother Nature, feel 
free to watch.”

 I dropped to all fours and got on top of her. She guided my cock into her cunt as 
her legs locked around my back.

 It wasn’t a wild orgy fuck but rather a nice, slow ro­mantic screw with tender kisses 
and soft fond­ling.

 Ex­cept for the birds watch­ing us from their limbs high up over­head, we fucked 
un­der the tree know­ing there wasn’t an­other per­son for as far as the eye could see.

 When we fin­ished fuck­ing, we lay in each other’s arms, without say­ing a word. We
didn’t move a muscle. Her legs re­mained locked around me, and my cock lay dormant in her 
cunt.

 When she fi­nally did stand up, she asked me if I had a tis­sue then caught her­self 
and laughed.

 “Look,” she said, point­ing to my sperm run­ning down her legs. “What the hell did 
they do in the cave men days, when this happened?”

 “Same thing they do today. Watch.” I got down on my knees in front of her and 
star­ted lick­ing her leg.

 Don’t ask me why, but she tasted bet­ter than any time be­fore. For the same 
reason food cooked out­doors tastes bet­ter, sperm and pussy juice does, too.

 She widened her stance, and held my head as I moved back deeper into her pussy.

 I did such a great job, she wasn’t drip­ping when we reached our horses.

 I star­ted to get dressed, but she stopped me.

 She was in­sist­ent that we ride bare back on one horse.

 Why not, right?

 We packed our clothes and tied them into a knot then threw them over the neck of 
the one of the horses. She climbed upon be­hind me, and we headed deeper into the woods.

 We traveled for miles, and didn’t see so much as a fly. But we did soak up a lot or 
sun as we worked up a sweat.

 It was more fun than I could re­mem­ber. Here I was rid­ing bare­back on a horse 
with a beau­ti­ful wo­man hold­ing my cock and I felt like I had never felt with a wo­man 
be­fore. It was sen­su­ous, erotic and exotic, all at the same time.

 The rock­ing mo­tion of the horse must have rubbed her clit the right way, be­cause
she wouldn’t let go of my cock, nor stop rub­bing her tits into my back.

 I knew she was ready to come when die held onto my shoulders, wrapped her feet 
around my waist, and rubbed my cock between her feet.

 I wanted to stop the horse, and lay her back on the horse’s rump, but she said, “No,”
and con­tin­ued jerking me off.

 When she sensed I was about to come, she in­creased the speed of her feet.

 Squirt!

 Squirt!

 Squirt!

 Plop!

 I watched as tiny white can­non balls shot out over the horse’s ears and landed 
some­where un­der his hooves. We laughed and kissed as the last of my load left the 
launcher.

 I stopped the horse. “You’ve been a for too long. I’m just go­ing to have to give it to
you, and that’s all there is to it.”

 She was flat on her back be­fore I turned around, and headed straight for her pussy.
Think­ing about it now, it’s amaz­ing the horse didn’t move a muscle or swat his tail. It was 
al­most as if this was part of a nor­mal af­ter­noon ride in the woods.

 I tried to get on top of her but nearly fell off. The only way I could do it was sit­ting 
up while she lay back.

 Jock­ey­ing for the best po­s­i­tion, she braced her feet on both sides of my body 
and lif­ted her pussy into the air. I sup­por­ted her ass with both hands and then bur­ied my 
face in her cunt.

 She sighed as she played with each of her nipples.

 “My cunt. In my cunt,” was all she had to say.

 I lowered her un­til she made the cor­rect angle, with my cock rock­ing for­ward, 
and I entered her, then pulled her closer un­til my cock dis­ap­peared.

 Her legs fell over my thighs, and dangled down against the horse as we knocked off 
a quickie. I couldn’t help laugh­ing when she star­ted singing, “I’m back in the saddle again.”

 I came. She didn’t. But she didn’t care. All that mattered to her this time was 
whether I came off or not. The patch of wet horse hair between us was all the proof she had.

 She slid off the back of the horse, and jumped up and down. “Easi­est way to get rid
of your come without a tis­sue.” After a few more ground pound­ings, she wiped up the last 
of my come with her fin­gers, and flicked it into the bushes.

 Her John Wayne im­it­a­tion was flaw­less. “Oh­h­h­hkay, big fel­laaaah.” She said 
this as she sash­ayed around to one side. “Let’s see what we can do to wet my whistle with 
that 45 of yours.”

 I fol­lowed her in­struc­tions and swung my other leg to­ward her. She lif­ted my 
limp cock and smelled it.

 “Yeeep! Been fired,” she said, lick­ing her tongue across the head of it. “Reckon I’ll 
just have to take the rust off it, so I don’t mis­fire. Case you have to use it again.”

 The rest was fast. She opened her mouth, wet her lips and then sucked me into her 
mouth.

 Later on in the af­ter­noon, on the way back to the bam, we stopped at a creek and 
took a bath in the cool moun­tain wa­ter.

 Driv­ing back to the city, she clung to me, afraid to let go. Fi­nally, she fell asleep 
and re­laxed. She woke up just as we crossed the George Wash­ing­ton Bridge toll booth. One
look at that twinkle in her eye, and I could read her mind like a book. And she knew it.

 She un­hooked her seat belt, un­zipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. She 
rubbed it against her cheek and slid it around her lips be­fore she fi­nally kissed it.

 “You’re so hot. I swear I’m rare be­fore you fuck me and well done when you come 
out.” Since I al­ways drive with both hands on the wheel, and be­cause she got so bad she was
ready to hump my gear shift, I told her to reach in my glove com­part­ment.

 The sight of the elec­tric dildo, I think, blew her mind. It was like a gift from a shah. 
She plugged it into the lighter and smiled when it vi­brated in her hand. She didn’t know 
where to start first. Was it to be my cock or her tits?

 Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her head­ing for my cock. My foot shot to the 
floor, and we took off like a jet the in­stant the dildo slid into my pants.

 I yanked it out. “Try­ing to get us killed, huh!” She pouted. “Party Pooper. I’ll just 
have to do it alone.” She slipped her feet out of her shoes, and lif­ted her ass off the seat so 
she could take off her panties.

 “Hey, you can get a fine for throw­ing panties out of a car.”

 “How’s the cop go­ing to prove they’re mine? Give me a smell test?” I tried to 
con­cen­trate on the road, but it be­came in­creas­ingly dif­fi­cult, es­pe­cially when she 
brought her knees up to her chest and dug her heels into the seat.

 Ad­just­ing the seat one notch back, she in­ser­ted the vi­brator. She slid it down 
along her ridge and then tan­tal­ized her clit with the round tip.

 Now, to really get a pic­ture of what she was do­ing, you have to real­ize that the 
dildo was shaped like a cock. It was nine inches long, and had a sack, com­plete with two soft 
testicles in­side.

 But the real kicker was that if you squeezed the hair-covered scro­tum, a white 
li­quid would come out. So, it could be used for clit­oral mas­turb­a­tion or oral sex. But she 
didn’t know this un­til she was ready to come a while later.

 In her ef­fort to come off, she changed her po­s­i­tion a num­ber of times. She 
fi­nally stopped when she placed her feet on the dash­board. It helped be­cause as soon as 
the dildo touched her pussy, she thrashed around in the seat, and stuck her hand into her 
blouse. Even in the dark, I could see her nipples turn­ing to marble.

 Her breath­ing be­came ir­reg­u­lar. She began to pant. Her ass rose off the seat as 
she kept ram­ming it into her snatch.

 “Watch, I’m com­ing off!” Her toes dug into the pad­ded dash. I could see her 
thighs as the street lights strobed by. Her body was now com­pletely drenched.

 She was a hu­man time bomb ready to ex­plode. The seconds ticked off. Her 
frus­tra­tion was stretched to the break­ing point. She ma­nip­u­lated her body, for­cing it to 
re­spond.

 In a series of short, stac­cato, spas­tic thrusts, all of her en­ergy was ven­ted 
through her cunt. The mo­ment she det­on­ated her­self, I squeezed the nuts, and sent the 
milky white juice into her snatch.

 She moaned with de­light, with this ad­ded pleas­ure. Over­come, her legs locked 
to­gether, trap­ping the dildo in­side her, she was be­side her­self.

 When she didn’t have an ounce of strength left, her legs col­lapsed like two sacks of
ce­ment.

 “Un­plug me,” she said, too weak to reach the plug, “or I’ll blow my fuse and burn 
out my mo­tor.”

 A snap of the wrist, and she slowed down her id­ling speed to a mild purr.

 Now that she was un­plugged, she couldn’t get her­self to take out the dildo. It had 
be­come a part of her.

 The car screeched to a halt in front of her apart­ment. She threw on her cut-offs as 
the door­man headed for the car.

 She jumped out be­fore I could stop her. I cleared my throat as loud as I could but 
she didn’t get the mes­sage. And then I said as much with a series of funny fa­cial 
ex­pres­sions.

 Fi­nally, it hit her. Her face turned red with em­bar­rass­ment. She froze in the 
middle of the side­walk, and looked down between her legs. She threw up her hands in 
frus­tra­tion, threw me a kiss, and then turned and walked into the lobby with the elec­tric 
cord trail­ing be­hind her.





CHAPTER SEVEN


There were only two of us in the el­ev­ator when everything went black and the 
el­ev­ator stopped dead in its tracks halfway between the el­ev­enth and twelfth floors.

 The in­stant time stopped for us, she screamed out hys­ter­ic­ally, and poun­ded on
the door, yelling, “Help, let us out. Some­body help us.”

 I threw my arms around her and hugged her as tight as I could, while I whispered 
words of en­cour­age­ment in her ear.

 She slid her arms around me and pressed her chest into mine.

 “Please, hold me. I beg you. I’m pet­ri­fied of the dark.” Her body trembled as she 
spoke.

 It must have happened sim­ul­tan­eously, to both of us, as we stood in each other’s 
arms in the pitch black el­ev­ator. She in­no­cently threw her body from side to side. Dur­ing 
one of the swishes, I felt first her thigh and then her pussy and then her other thigh against 
my crotch.

 The stage was set. This time she not so in­no­cently re­traced her path, mak­ing 
sure I knew this time it was not an ac­ci­dent. My cock swelled in­side my cut-offs. She felt me
and re­spon­ded my press­ing her legs harder against mine, as she again slid her body across 
mine. This time, when her cunt was press­ing against my throb­bing cock aching to re­lease 
it­self, she stopped.

 I could smell her sweet breath as she spoke to me.

 “I’ve read about this hap­pen­ing, but never in a mil­lion years did I ima­gine it 
would ever hap­pen to me.” She kept on talk­ing non­sense talk. She kept teas­ing my cock 
by first push­ing against me, and then pulling away. If I wasn’t feel­ing her soft tits, I was dry 
fuck­ing her cunt. Sud­denly she ac­know­ledged what was hap­pen­ing.

 “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” She didn’t give me a chance to an­swer. “You 
don’t have an an­swer. You’re like all men. You see my body and you can’t res­ist. Your cock 
gets fuck­ing hard, and the only thing you can think about is get­ting into my sweaty panties. 
Well, let me tell you one thing. If you want me, you’re go­ing to just have to force me, 
be­cause I’m not that type of mar­ried wo­man. Do you un­der­stand.”

 Her lips touched mine the mo­ment she stopped talk­ing. My tongue slid out from 
between my lips, and crossed into her wet mouth. I ex­plored her wet flesh and then she 
skimmed her tongue along my teeth.

 I would have been an idiot not to have got­ten her mes­sage and un­der­stood 
what she really was telling me to do. I was to be the mas­ter, and she was to be the slave.

 “Don’t you think it’s get­ting a bit warm in here?” I asked, start­ing to re­move her 
blouse.

 In­stinct­ively, she backed away. “What do you take me for?” I didn’t an­swer her 
empty ques­tion, but pro­ceeded with the fourth and last but­ton. By the time I had 
com­pleted the job, I had her wedged into a corner.

 “I’m go­ing to fight you. All the way down to my last stitch of clothes.” The 
de­fi­ance in her voice van­ished. “Make me obey you. Force me to blow you. Don’t let me 
con­trol you. I have to be mastered or it’s no good.”

 I placed my hands on her shoulders, and dir­ec­ted her to drop on her knees. She 
re­fused. I pressed harder. She de­fied me. I in­sisted. She res­isted. I put more muscle into it, 
and she weakened. Her res­ist­ance slacked off un­til she knelt in front of me.

 “Here, now take off my cut-offs.” I didn’t give her a chance to bolt. I placed her 
hands on my zip­per. If she wanted to act like a child, I was con­vinced and totally 
com­mit­ted to treat her like one. “Now take them off,” I com­manded, in a slow 
au­thor­it­at­ive voice, one that com­manded and de­man­ded total obed­i­ence.

 When my zip­per par­ted, my cock shot out at her face. I told her to take hold of 
me. She did, and brought it to her lips.

 “You smell so manly. I’d sure like you to show my hus­band how to smell like that.” 
She was run­ning her tongue around the swollen tip of my cock.

 I widened my stance. “No, you wouldn’t. That’s more than just me. I just got back 
from a romp in the coun­try. You know what they say. You can take the man out of the 
coun­try. But you can’t take the coun­try out of the man.”

 She laughed, then sucked the end of my joint into her mouth.

 She felt like a ripe cunt, wet and tight. With slow, long thrusts of her head, she 
scraped her teeth back and forth along the en­tire length of my shaft. Her tongue al­tern­ated
with her teeth. If she wasn’t lick­ing on my hot meat, she was nib­bling on the swollen tube 
that ran along the bot­tom of my cock.

 I let her play with my nuts and cock un­til she got a good feel for the lay of the land.
I knew if she was go­ing to do me right dur­ing our night man­euvers, she had to know which
end was up.

 By the way, she used her hands and tongue in such a way, that I knew she had spent
a lot of time on her knees. And I don’t mean in church. No in­no­cent be­gin­ner as she 
wanted me to think she was, would have made me feel that good. It was a sin how good I felt.

 ‘That’s enough!” I shot out. And a good thing I did, too. Had I waited a half a minute
longer, she would have been mouth-deep in come. “Stand up and take off your clothes!”

 Her de­fi­ance re­turned. “No, I will not!”

 “Oh, yes, you will!” I an­nounced, lift­ing her to her feet and pulling off her blouse. 
Even be­fore it landed on the floor, I was un­hook­ing her bra. She tore at my hands, but I just
kept knock­ing them to the side and kept on with my task at hand.

 I heard her breasts slap against her chest as the bra slipped down her arms and 
landed on the floor along­side her blouse.

 I reached for her breasts. She sighed as I took one in each hand and brought them 
to my mouth. I kissed first the left one and then the right.

 As I pulled away to move to big­ger and bet­ter things, I could now smell between 
her legs, she grabbed my head and shoved it back down onto her breasts.

 “Suck on my nipples.”

 I sucked on the fight nipple that had ap­peared out of nowhere. Just a few seconds 
ago her breast was soft and now a single bud of flesh rose up like a nod from the very end.

 “And the other one.”

 I played with her breasts, kiss­ing and suck­ing and lick­ing them un­til she was 
di­ver­ted to the twinges en­gulf­ing her belly. Even though it was pitch black, I could read 
her mind. I quickly re­moved her slacks and dropped to my knees.

 The scent poured from her pussy. Her panties were soaked with her pussy juices 
plus some­thing more. I didn’t even have to guess what it was. It was the tell­tale re­mains of 
a man’s sperm, and fresh to boot.

 She saved me from hav­ing to say any­thing.

 “No, it’s not my hus­band’s. It’s my hus­band’s un­der­study’s. You see--” I 
in­ter­rup­ted her and ex­plained it wasn’t really ne­ces­sary. She in­sisted it turned her on to 
ex­plain it all to me. I con­tin­ued run­ning my tongue across her panties as she ex­posed 
her­self to me.

 “It’s really very simple, short and sweet. My hus­band, your neigh­bor, prefers other 
men to me. He totally re­fuses to get a di­vorce. So, I have an un­der­study who does his lines
whenever I have needs of the pleas­ures of a man. And that’s the whole smelly story in a 
nut­shell. And-Ahhh!”

 My tongue found her clit bur­ied deep in­side her pussy hair. And once I found it, I 
wouldn’t let it go. My cock sucked more blood from my body, as I par­ted her pussy lips with 
my fin­gers and wrapped my lips around her erect clit.

 ‘Take them off,” she kept re­peat­ing over and over again, as she rolled her panties 
far down her legs.

 I had been eat­ing her out by shov­ing my mouth and tongue in between her body 
and her panties. Now that they were out of the way, I dove in like a fish takes to open wa­ter.

 I couldn’t get enough of her cunt, and she couldn’t get enough of my tongue. All of 
the res­ist­ance had been drained away. In­stead of fight­ing me tooth and nail, she was 
help­ing me by lift­ing and pla­cing her leg on the hand rail­ing that circled the el­ev­ator.

 Without any light to see, I felt my way from one thigh to the other, and from her 
pussy hair all the way back to her ass. Be­lieve me when I tell you she tasted like a rare wine, 
su­per wet, slick, and hot.

 “My ass, do a job on my ass,” she said. The rules had sud­denly changed, and the 
mouse had be­come the ti­ger. “Yess, good, yes, more! Now blow it. Lick it, yes lick it! Now in 
my cunt. More! All the way, slide it around. You’ve got it. Between my lips, and around them. 
Oh­h­hhh! Yes, suck on my clit. Give it to me. Now, more! Don’t stop. Harder! Stick your 
fin­ger in my ass and up my cunt. That’s it. Now you’ve got it. Faster! You’re stop­ping, don’t!. 
Give me all you’ve got. Damn it, make me come. Don’t lose it! It’s up to you. I can’t do it 
alone!”

 Her Vince Lom­bardi verbal in­struc­tions drove me to be­come as crazy as she was 
get­ting.

 I simply had to take her and soon. There was no doubt in my mind. Either I came in 
her or all over the wall.

 “Grab the rail­ing!” I shouted, as I shot up with a leg in each hand. She wrapped her 
legs around my back as I grabbed her ass, and drove my cock to­ward, hope­fully, her cunt.

 Re­ly­ing on noth­ing more than blind faith, dead reck­on­ing, and my an­imal 
in­stinct, I found her open­ing the first time. Know­ing I was on course, I drove deep into her 
cunt. The thrust and the size of my cock made her cry out and beg for more.

 Hois­ted in the air with noth­ing more than her hands to sup­port her, she was 
again my slave, to take as I saw fit, and she loved it that way.

 I fucked her stand­ing up in the corner un­til she gushed juice all over the floor of 
the el­ev­ator and came off with screams and pants.

 To this day, I don’t know how she held her­self up dur­ing those last few 
pas­sion­ate seconds lead­ing up to and dur­ing her cli­max.

 We were like two box­ers tied up in the corner. You could smell our sweat and hear 
the thrash­ing of our bod­ies, as we fought for the best po­s­i­tion. Her breasts bounced off 
each other as I sup­por­ted her ass and kept send­ing my cock into her like a bat­ter­ing ram. 
The el­ev­ator shook to the rhythm of our gyr­a­tions. Her body rose and fell as we slammed 
to­gether and sloshed apart. Those fa­mil­iar sounds of her cunt suck­ing air each time I 
humped her filled the tiny, close ar­ti­fi­cial womb.

 “Eeeaaaaaggghhh! “ It was vi­ol­ent, hard and com­plete. Her body went stiff with a 
mil­lion watts of cur­rent flash­ing through it. Her legs con­trac­ted around my waist at the 
same time that the walls of her cunt col­lapsed around my cock.

 We ex­ploded to­gether, and I shot hot, mol­ten come into her cunt as she swelled 
up to take every drop I could spare. My body re­coiled vi­ol­ently to ejac­u­late. I pumped 
harder still. Her body crumbled un­der my thrust­ing. She begged me to stop.

 “No more, stop. You’re tear­ing me apart. No more. You’re too big, stop!” I didn’t 
hear what she was say­ing. My mind had snapped. I was back to the days of the cave man, 
and I was tak­ing what I wanted. All that I wanted.

 She pleaded. I ig­nored her, and in­stead, re­posi­tioned her so she was still 
sup­port­ing her­self from the rail­ing. But in­stead of her fa­cing the ceil­ing, she was 
look­ing down to­ward the floor. I held a leg in each hand.

 “No, not in my ass. Please, I can’t. You’re too bigggg!” Her screams fell on deaf ears. 
It was swift and deep. It was over be­fore it star­ted. Six thrusts and with­draw­als, and a load 
of come was ra­cing blindly up a dead-end stream that led to nowhere. At least not where all 
good sperm dream of go­ing--ex­cept maybe Greek sperm.





CHAPTER EIGHT


“You did what--in the where?”

 When I showed up late for my orgy, no one be­lieved my ex­cuse about be­ing 
stuck in an el­ev­ator. No mat­ter how hard I tried to ex­plain about the free cunt and the 
post-hyp­notic sug­ges­tion to for­get everything when the lights went on, the best I got was,
“Sure, sure!”

 The idea flashed through my head after we un­dressed and coated each other with 
baby oil. If I do say so my­self, my brain­storm was noth­ing short of pure genius--bril­liant!

 I was slither­ing all over the queen-sized wa­ter bed, grabbing tit, and fin­ger­ing 
pussy, when I set the trap. “It’s my party, right?” They agreed.

 ‘Then, I want you one at a time, first, be­fore we do it to­gether.” With all of them 
horny, I couldn’t give them a chance to say no. “And I want you to be first.” Bar­bara was my 
first choice. She was tall with the biggest tits and the longest black hair I’ve ever seen. There 
was some­thing an­im­al­istic about her, as she spread her legs and played with her cunt.

 The mo­ment the door slammed shut, she jumped on top of me, and locked her 
legs around my head. I didn’t have to stick my tongue up her hole. Her juice just poured into 
my face and down my mouth.

 “Don’t just sit there and en­joy the view. Eat me out.” When she fin­ished telling me 
to get lick­ing, she spread my legs, and grabbed hold of my cock with both hands. I swelled 
up in her hands. She wasn’t in a play­ful mood. No fore­play. All she wanted was my cock up 
her snatch.

 She licked my nuts, and then slid her head up and down on my cock. Each time her 
lips tightened around my joint, I felt my come build­ing up steam in my nuts.

 My tongue kept pace with her Ups. As she primed my pump, I licked the tip of her 
clit back and forth, and it drove her wild. She moaned and ground her pussy into my face.

 I couldn’t get enough of her. My tongue was every­where. I grabbed her ass and 
spread her cheeks. The halo of black pussy hair around her pink Ups drove me crazy. I probed 
her tiny anus, and then dragged my tongue along her scald­ing ridges of flesh that oozed 
with pussy juice to keep from melt­ing.

 We rolled over. Now I was on top. I pulled her legs apart and drew them to­ward 
her head. Her ass rose up into the air. The open­ing to her va­gina stared me in the face. I 
Frenched it, send­ing my tongue deep into its dark tun­nel. She screamed out and then began
to gag on my cock.

 “No, stop!”

 Up un­til then, she had just man­aged to get six inches of my cock into her mouth. 
When I star­ted go­ing ba­na­nas eat­ing her out, I fucked her mouth Like a pussy. I kept 
send­ing all nine inches down her throat in short stac­cato thrusts.

 Her body twitched and yanked. She pushed at my ass, but I wouldn’t budge. I wasn’t
about to get off her. I locked my legs tightly on both sides of her face, and kept fuck­ing her 
mouth. Her moans dis­ap­peared. All I could hear was the slosh­ing sounds of my face as I ate
her cunt out.

 “Ar­rgghh!” My body rose off the bed.

 She slid out from un­der­neath me and spread , her legs wide. “You want to fuck 
me. Try filling up this hole,” she said, part­ing her pussy lips with her hands. “And you don’t 
have to worry, either. My pussy hasn’t been choked on cock yet.”

 I crawled up between her wait­ing legs, and moun­ted her. Hump­ing over her, I 
grabbed my cock and guided it into her snatch. It was drenched with pussy juice, and it 
wel­comed my joint, by swell­ing up and draw­ing me in.

 I couldn’t go any deeper. She took the cue and locked her ankles around my back. I 
grabbed her ass and lif­ted it high into the air.

 “Come on, baby, give it to me. Fuck me good.” I bur­ied my mouth on one of her 
tits, and kissed her nipple. It swelled up like a cock in my mouth. I sucked on it, and she 
moaned as she dug her nails into my back. I rammed my cock harder into her pussy.

 “Harder, give it to me harder!”

 Each time I drove my cock between her legs, she cried out and begged for more.

 “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” Sweat poured from our bod­ies as we 
bounced up and down on the sealed and trapped tur­bu­lent wa­ter. I tore at her body. I 
pumped my cock un­til it felt like it would fall off. I ground it wildly into her snatch. She took 
everything I had, and screamed for still more. She shoved her loins up against my pound­ing 
cock.

 Her hair was all over her face. She was like a fuck ma­chine. Her eyes were wild and 
con­stantly crav­ing still more cock.

 There was only one thing to do. I didn’t have an ex­ten­sion with me. I didn’t think 
I’d need one. But I did have my fin­gers. “Okay, cunt, you want more, you got it!”

 I jammed two fin­gers up her anus.

 Her screams filled the room. “More! Oh, shit, give me more. I need more!” If two 
fin­gers wouldn’t stop her, three wouldn’t either. I re­membered the cap­sules I placed on the 
table. I grabbed on, and star­ted hump­ing her for all I was worth. It was work­ing. Her body 
began to twitch, and her breath­ing be­came short. She panted like a steam en­gine.

 “Yahhh! Don’t stop. Yahhh, faster, suck on my tit. Uhhh! Keep fin­ger­ing my ass, 
that’s it-” I waited un­til she was at the brink of her or­gasm, then I broke the cap­sule and 
held it un­der her nose.

 She went crazy. She creamed. She cried. She came off. Her body con­vulsed. Pussy 
juice flowed down her legs. She tried to shove my en­tire body into her cunt.

 We rolled over and over. She wouldn’t let me stop fuck­ing her. I had to keep 
hump­ing her. I had to keep ram­ming my cock into her cunt, even after I came.

 She pressed her tits into my chest. But soon, even that wasn’t enough. She threw me
off and got up on her knees. The mo­ment she was ready, I hopped up over her ass, and 
reached for her tits dangling over the bed.

 This time it was her ass I was aim­ing for. And she knew it. She backed into me at 
the same mo­ment I drove my cock into her as­shole.

 It was beau­ti­ful. Everything was be­ing stroked. I was pinch­ing her tits, fin­ger­ing
her cunt, and fuck­ing her ass, all at the same time.

 I came off in­side her ass. She knew it by the way my body sud­denly arched up 
over her body and then dropped back down on top of her.

 The ef­fect of the cap­sule wore off at about the same time. The su­per strength she
sud­denly felt when I cracked open the cap­sule, sud­denly van­ished, and she dropped on 
the bed like a limp dishrag.

 I got off her back, and walked around the bed. She didn’t have to be told. She could
barely muster up the strength, but some­how, she found it.

 Lift­ing her head, she va­cu­umed my cock into her mouth, and sucked on me un­til
I creamed in her mouth. When she was done, I did my thing and got ready for the next girl. 
My plan was off to a good start.

 One down and two to go.

 Lynda was ready for any­thing when she hopped on the bed, and stood over my 
head. My cock dropped limp as a wet dishrag between my legs. It needed a rest and she knew
it.

 She lowered her body un­til her cunt glided back and forth above my mouth.

 “Re­lax, en­joy the view. Just open your mouth and eat away to your heart’s 
con­tent.” As she spoke, her mouth puckered up, and her body pulsated to a long slow series 
of exotic twists and turns.

 Her se­duct­ive thrusts drove me wild. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tiny bud 
swell­ing up between her cunt lips.

 Her hands spoke to me of for­bid­den fruit as she stroked her breasts then 
out­lined her round hips with the palms of her hands.

 “Sit on my head,” I whispered, not aware of what I was say­ing.

 She re­spon­ded by stick­ing a fin­ger in her cunt, then teas­ing it over my lips. Each
time my tongue shot out, she re­coiled back. The best I could hope for was the sweet smell of 
her sweat and pussy juice filling my nose.

 My cock shot up. I clasped her ankles, and ran my hands up her legs. She purred 
when they met at her mound of pussy hair.

 She closed her eyes, and shot her hair from side to side. “I’m yours. You’ve found my
secret. Whatever you com­mand, I will obey. Yah, fin­ger me soft. Oh, you’re so gentle, more, 
don’t stop. Probe me, any­where you want. I am a liv­ing cunt. Fuck me.”

 I told her to bend over. She obeyed me. Her tits now dangled dir­ectly over my hair. 
I took a tit in each hand and fondled her soft, tender flesh.

 “Bite them. Suck on them.” She fell for­ward, her out­stretched hands on the bed 
keep­ing her from top­pling over. I lif­ted my mouth and latched onto a thick nipple. It was 
hard, and oozed with a milky white fluid. “My cunt, don’t for­get my cunt.”

 I had for­got­ten about her pussy com­pletely. There was only one thing to do. I 
used my toes. It was on the spur of the mo­ment, but it worked. Her body sent vi­ol­ent 
ripples through­out the bed. We bobbed up and down like a cork.

 She lif­ted one leg so I could stick my toes deeper into her snatch.

 Pussy juice ran down my foot. “Your cock, give me your cock. She grabbed my joint, 
and squeezed it in her hand.

 One leg and one hand weren’t enough to hold her up. She fell to one side, land­ing 
on her back, her hand never let­ting go of my cock.

 “Let’s take a shower. I want to do it in the shower,” she said, dis­ap­pear­ing into the
bath­room. I head her turn on the wa­ter.

 My cock was now hard and fully erect. I took it in my hands. A sliver of elec­tri­city 
shot through my body as I felt the soft un­der­side.

 “That’s a no-no!” Her head and a leg shot out from the bath­room door. “I’ve got 
some­thing bet­ter for you. If you’re in­ter­ested that is,” she said with a wink.

 Was I in­ter­ested? I shot up off the bed, and raced into the bath­room.

 She was stand­ing on the toi­let seat. I went right for her and bur­ied my head into 
her crotch. She twitched as I bit her lips.

 “You want to play dirty, don’t you?” she said, bend­ing over and grabbing my cock. 
“You think you got a good fuck­ing from Barb, When I get done with you, your come bag will 
be bone dry.”

 She wasn’t kid­ding, either. There was a ma­gic in her hand, I never knew ex­is­ted. 
She jerked me off with short, pulsat­ing strokes. When I got fin­ished with Barb, I thought I 
was fin­ished. She proved to me I wasn’t.

 The way we clung to each other on the toi­let, you would have thought we were 
hu­man pret­zels. I don’t know how she kept her bal­ance. My head was halfway up her cunt, 
one leg over my shoulder, and a hand pump­ing my cock.

 She drove me nuts. Her pussy wouldn’t stop. It could close down around my tongue
and squeeze it with quick spasms. I couldn’t be­lieve what my tongue was telling me. At first, I 
thought it was a dream. But after a few seconds, I had to get my cock up her cunt, and fast. 
She must have felt the same way, be­cause she dropped to the floor.

 Grabbing the sink be­hind her back, she hopped on and threw a leg over each side. 
I stood in front of her, star­ing at her wink­ing pussy lips, beg­ging me to enter.

 Her arms reached out to me. “Fuck me. Ram your fuck­ing cock up my twat and 
bang me into the wall.” To make her point more per­suas­ive, she ran her tongue back and 
forth between her full lips.

 She placed her feet on the cold sink when I star­ted for her. I would have had to be 
blind to miss my tar­get, but she still took my cock and guided it into her wet hole.

 She was scald­ing hot. Her pussy was tight, but she re­laxed her muscles and 
en­ticed me to plunge to her depths. Four inches, five inches, six inches, seven inches--. Her 
pussy locked down around my cock. I couldn’t move in, and I couldn’t pull free. I was in her 
con­trol.

 She arched her head and ass to­ward me. “Now you’ve got to work for it. The first 
seven inches were on me. The rest you’ve got to work for.” I took the chal­lenge. She braced 
her­self when she saw what I had in mind. I slid my hand un­der her ass, and pushed my cock 
with one long, con­tinu­ous thrust.

 Her muscles held. But I sensed them weak­en­ing. I jabbed my cock into her again 
and again. Each time, she moaned and groaned, and begged for more.

 I caught her off guard with my next move. Grabbing her feet, I threw her legs over 
my shoulders. She slid down into the sink and gave me the best po­s­i­tion I could ask for.

 “Ahhh, ram it in. More, again, again!”

 I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy. By now, her pussy muscles had 
com­pletely re­laxed and she was tak­ing every inch I had.

 My cock was do­ing its job. Each time her clit rubbed against my flesh, she quivered.

 “Don’t stop, baby. I don’t want you to stop. Fuck me, deeper, give it to 
me-ah­h­hhh!” Our bod­ies slammed to­gether like bat­ter­ing rams.

 Per­spir­a­tion covered our bod­ies. The smell of her pussy turned me on and drove
me wild.

 We were on pure an­imal in­stinct.

 I couldn’t hold my­self back. My come was ex­plod­ing in­side. I could feel it ra­cing
down my cock. “Now, you cunt, come off you fuck­ing pussy! Give me some juice now. Now, 
now, now, damn it, now!”

 We came off to­gether. First me, then her, two cunt hairs apart. It was beau­ti­ful. 
She tore at me, scream­ing and beg­ging for still more. She cried and held me for dear life.

 Our vi­ol­ent ex­plo­sion sub­sided as quickly as it star­ted. I stood there, 
mo­tion­less and hold­ing her tightly. My cock was still touch­ing the end of her cunt. The 
wild cat I had fought to tame, had re­ver­ted to a pussy cat.

 She brushed some hair from in front of her face. “I need a man like you,” she said 
look­ing down at where my cock dis­ap­peared in­side her body. “Any time you need a 
wo­man, you call me, okay?”

 I nod­ded my head.

 “I thought I’d been fucked be­fore, but I can’t take any more.” She didn’t say it, but 
her eyes ad­ded, please? How could I say no? I threw her legs back over both sides of the sink,
and got down on my knees in front of her.

 Our love po­tion slid out of her hole. “Eat me, baby. But swal­low it. I want to taste 
us.” I filled my mouth, then and Frenched her with the slip­pery li­quid.

 I stuck out my tongue again, and had it be­neath her pussy lips. I didn’t have to wait
long. In a few seconds, a drop of love po­tion landed on my tongue, then an­other, and 
an­other.

 She quickly tired of sit­ting there, and feel­ing my tongue. “Come on,” she said, 
grabbing my hand and lead­ing me into the shower.

 I had just star­ted wash­ing her breasts when her nipples swelled up and she got 
that look in her eye again. We must have been on the same wave length, be­cause I felt my 
cock filling up and my heart thump­ing in my chest.

 If you think fuck­ing on a wa­ter bed is a ride and a half, by all means, I 
re­com­mend balling in a shower.

 She taught me po­s­i­tions that be­long in Ripley’s Be­lieve It Or Not. It star­ted off 
nor­mal enough. After we ad­jus­ted the wa­ter and washed each other, I was sure she was 
ready to fuck.

 She came right out and asked. “Ready to fuck, or do you want to play?” I pulled her 
wet, soapy body next to mine, and squeezed her tight. She re­spon­ded by open­ing her 
mouth and kiss­ing me pas­sion­ately. The mo­ment our lips met, her tongue shot out and 
ran along the in­side of my lips. Her body re­spon­ded to the un­tamed pas­sion I felt in­side 
my mouth.

 “Your breasts are so full,” I said as I moved my mouth down her neck and grabbed a 
tit with my hand. The power spray of wa­ter was so force­ful that it knocked her tit right out of
my hand. I picked it up again, and made a circle around her nipple with my tongue.

 “When I’m through, I’m go­ing to know you like the back of my hand.” She laughed.

 “What’s so funny?”

 She grabbed my cock, and pulled it the way you stretch taffy. First with one hand, 
and then with the other. ‘The back of your hand isn’t any­thing. Why don’t you get to know 
me like you know the wrinkles of your own cock?”

 While she played with my cock and I fondled her tit, I put my free hand to good use.
She helped a bit, too, by bend­ing one leg and rest­ing her foot against the in­side knee of 
the other leg. The rest was a snap. I mol­ded the palm of my hand against her round un­der 
bot­tom and slid my middle fin­ger into her hole.

 Even with the gal­lons of wa­ter cas­cad­ing down on us, she was still drench­ing 
her­self with fresh pussy juice.

 “Gimme!” she said, snap­ping her head up, sig­nal­ing me to give her a taste of her 
own pussy juice.

 I blocked the wa­ter with my body and gave her a mouth­ful of her own medi­cine.

 She had found the secret com­bin­a­tion to re­lease my fam­ily jew­els. Her fin­ger 
picked up speed with every stroke of her hand.

 “Hold it, baby. Don’t come. Save it for me.

 I couldn’t think of any­thing or keep my hands out of her cunt a minute longer. I 
had to get back to where I be­longed.

 “Ram me, yah, more, around in a circle. Faster, faster, stick your thumb in my pussy, 
and your middle fin­ger in my--yahhh!”

 Her words dis­ap­peared into the wa­ter as I brought an­other hand into the 
pic­ture. After all, two in the bush was al­ways bet­ter than one in the hand. To keep her tit in 
my mouth, she held it up with her own hand while I went to work on her pussy.

 I had a thumb thump­ing her cunt, a fin­ger ream­ing her ass, plus an­other five 
fin­ger play­ing with her clit.

 She pulled me closer, if that were pos­sible, and rubbed the tip of my cock against 
her clit. From then on, she never stopped moan­ing, and sigh­ing every time I caught the tip 
of her clit.

 Fi­nally, not even she could hold back any more. She wrapped the leg that was 
already off the ground around my waist and placed my cock at the mouth of her pussy.

 “Don’t be afraid of the dark. Just go in and feel your way around. You’ll find my 
switch later on.” She threw her head back as I bent over her chest, and sent my cock into what 
felt like Grand Canyon. Deeper and deeper I went, inches, and inches, un­til I thought it would 
keep go­ing forever. Like a cheer­leader, she cheered me in deeper.

 With a thud I could only feel at the tip of my probe, I hit bot­tom. But as quickly as I 
found pay dirt, I re­traced my path back out to day light, then fucked her again.

 Her leg tightened around my waist, and jerked me against her each time I humped 
her and swelled her tiny hole up to five times its nor­mal size.

 I grabbed her ass.

 “I’m go­ing to cream in your mouth the hard way,” I said, dig­ging my nails into her 
wet flesh, and she re­spon­ded in kind. “Get ready, cunt, be­cause you aren’t go­ing to be 
able to sit down for a week.”

 She felt it com­ing, and arched her body. She grabbed with both hands the metal 
sprink­ler over her head, as she wrapped her other leg around my waist. They both tightened 
so hard I could hardly catch my breath.

 She shouted out over the rush of the wa­ter, “Don’t be afraid to give me all of it. 
Harder, more, more, push, yah! Again, and again-” She was like a strung-out ad­dict, who had 
to have a fix. Only in this case, the in­jec­tion was up her cunt in­stead of in her arm.

 I was like a pup­pet in her grip, as she hung from the wall. I tossed from side to side,
as we wrestled to get the best pos­sible po­s­i­tion. At that mo­ment, all that mattered was 
for both of us to come off. The world could have been blown to smithereens and we wouldn’t 
have cared.

 This is go­ing to sound silly, but I was proud of my cock. I wasn’t just screw­ing her 
in a tiny shower stall that made a phone booth look large. I was se­du­cing her mind and her 
body. I could see it in the glassy look in her eyes, that stared straight through me.

 She be­came de­li­ri­ous. She begged all of us to fuck her at once. “But fuck me, eat
me, suck me, lick me, bite me, take me. I’m all yours, don’t stop, keep go­ing. Make me come. 
Do any­thing to make me come!”

 That gave me an idea. I picked up the ba­nana shaped bar of soap hanging by a 
rope on the cold wa­ter knob, and placed the end at her anus. I didn’t keep it there long. With
a flick of my wrist, I had a six inch ba­nana soap bar up her ass.

 “You’re beau­ti­ful, you’re so fuck­ing beau­ti­ful.” She blur­ted out the words and 
reached down to kiss me. She never made it.

 The or­gasm that con­sumed her body was first. Everything shook and trembled. 
Her legs twitched. Her tits shimmered. Her ass con­trac­ted, and re­leased, con­trac­ted and 
re­leased.

 Her teeth sunk into my neck. Her voice broke. Her eyes rolled back and locked on a 
spider, mo­tion­less on the ceil­ing.

 I gasped to catch my breath, to fill my lungs, so I could main­tain my thrusts. I felt 
like I was go­ing to ex­plode. Her smell... her hair... her pussy smell... some­thing exotic pulled 
me into her at an ever in­creas­ing pace. I was a man pos­sessed.

 Pig­like snorts poured out of my mouth. ‘That’s it baby. Give it to me. All of it. Not 
some of it. All of it or noth­ing.”

 I was like a mara­thon run­ner who had just run twenty five miles, won the race but 
was totally in­cap­able of con­vin­cing his legs to stop run­ning. Com­ing off was now no 
longer my goal--it was there any­time I wanted it--what I wanted was to con­sume her totally.
She be­came an ob­ses­sion. I had to have her and that was all there was to it.

 God did I come. My legs turned to rub­ber... my stom­ach felt like a swarm of 
but­ter­flies... and my cock like it be­longed to the Fee-Fi-Fo Gi­ant in “Jack and the 
Bean­stalk.” And to her it felt like I was us­ing his.

 When she hopped down I did my thing to her like I had to the first one. She never 
knew what hit her and never would. At least not con­sciously. Sub­con­sciously, it was 
an­other mat­ter. Like the first girl her vocab­u­lary went up by one word when I taught her: 
IG­NATS.

 * * *

 The third girl in­vited to my ‘by in­vit­a­tion orgy’ was Gig, I will call her Frenchie. 
She was shorter than short, petiter than petiter, had black hair and wore a black lace bra and 
panties, a black lace garter belt and mesh hose. To top it off she had spiked heels that were 3 
inches if they were a mile. She looked like she just walked out of a French whore house and 
smelled like one too.

 Her thing was--well, I’d bet­ter just de­scribe what happened and let you draw your 
own con­clu­sions.

 I was ly­ing flat on my back on the wa­ter­bed after no. 2 had left when the door 
opened.

 Mag­gie, my horse­back rid­ing part­ner, was down on all fours pre­tend­ing she 
was a horse on her back sat Frenchie, whip­ping Mag­gie’s ass with a rub­ber whip to make 
her go faster. (Wait... it gets bet­ter.) They moved to the cen­ter of the room where Frenchie 
hops off, snaps her whip over her head. Mag­gie rises up and paws at the air with her 
con­trac­ted arms. With the ac­cur­acy of a marks­man Frenchie lays the top of her whip 
across both tits, catch­ing the nipples head on.

 I couldn’t be­lieve my eyes. For an in­stant I was con­vinced it was the joint I was 
smoking. That the­ory went up in smoke when Frenchie spun around and let the whip fly. It 
sailed across the room un­rav­el­ing as it headed to­ward my cock. I saw what was 
hap­pen­ing but I was too slow. It caught my cock leav­ing a slight sting as it re­trac­ted its 
path.

 My cock snapped to full erec­tion.

 “Now, don’t take your eyes off my pet horse.” Frenchie told me after get­ting my 
un­di­vided at­ten­tion. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I threw my legs over the side 
of the bed and sat up.

 Frenchie con­trolled her dog and pony act, with Mag­gie as lead pony, like a cir­cus 
old timer. Re­ly­ing on noth­ing more than a snap of the whip she put Mag­gie through a 
series of ob­scene tricks. But the best of all was when she left us for a second and 
dis­ap­peared into the liv­ing room. When she re­turned she was strapped into a rub­ber cock
dangling down between her legs. In her hand was a second rub­ber cock, but this one was 
at­tached to a board with three thick suc­tion cups on the op­pos­ite side. That one she 
se­cured to the closet door about two feet from the floor.

 I looked at Mag­gie! Her eyes locked on the cock point­ing dir­ectly at her ass. A 
smile flashed across her face. Her lips par­ted as she moved her tongue from side to side.

 My cock twitched. It wasn’t part of the act but it wanted to join in the troupe and 
horse around on its own. This I was soon to dis­cover was part of Frenchie’s plan to get me 
horny again. Plan or no plan it was work­ing. My nuts were beg­ging me to put them back to 
work.

 The scene was set. Frenchie raised the whip over her head and cracked it. Mag­gie 
reared up. It cracked again. This time Mag­gie began to back up. The whip cut the air again. I 
watched as she backed her ass to­ward the cock with the pre­ci­sion of a truck driver back­ing
up to a dock with a load of dy­nam­ite.

 A hand took hold of my cock. “Come,” Frenchie stood over me. Un­til I felt her hand 
I had com­pletely for­got­ten she was in the room.

 I had been hyp­not­ized by Mag­gie back­ing to­ward the door.

 Frenchie lead me to the chair she had placed in the middle of the room. I sat down.

 “UGH­H­H­H­H­H­HHH.”

 Frenchie left me with a crack of her whip. I watched as she went over to Mag­gie 
and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart.

 “Now,” she com­manded. Mag­gie obeyed. She backed up half a step. By the look 
on her face she was in total ec­stasy. When I heard the purr of the elec­tric mo­tor I 
un­der­stood why. The rub­ber cock not only had rows of rub­ber bristles around the top to 
stim­u­late her clit, it was mo­tor­ized to vi­brate at 5,0000 cycles a minute.

 Each step back she took sent the cock two inches deeper into her snatch. By my 
count her pussy had already swal­lowed 12 inches.

 The pain began to show on her face. Her pussy was swell­ing un­der the gi­ant cock.
Her head said ‘no more’ but the vi­brat­ing cock con­vinced her snatch not to stop. The 
ques­tion was which end would win out.

 The sound of the whip cut the air. Mag­gie stopped. Frenchie cracked it again. Her 
horse re­spon­ded by pump­ing her ass back and forth along the full length of the cock, 
Frenchie was the only one in the room who wasn’t be­ing turned on by the sex play. Her face 
re­flec­ted total ob­jectiv­ity. Her nipples were flat against her breasts and I couldn’t see a 
drop of mois­ture between her legs.

 Now it was my turn to get my first ‘big’ ex­pos­ure in show busi­ness. Frenchie 
stood in front of Mag­gie and took her cock in her hand. Crack­ing the whip with the other 
hand Mag­gie lif­ted her head and opened her mouth. Frenchie re­spon­ded by slid­ing the 
rub­ber cock into her mouth. As soon as Mag­gie shut her mouth around it Frenchie 
tightened her ass, driv­ing her cock in and out.

 Frenchie looked over her shoulder to­ward me. Her eyes said all that needed to be 
con­veyed. I moved up be­hind her with my chair. When I got close, she spread her legs. I slid 
in between them and set the chair down. She im­me­di­ately sat down on my cock without 
los­ing a single for­ward stroke.

 She had fooled me. Her pussy was already wet and her lips were swollen to full 
ca­pa­city. Like a hot knife cut­ting through but­ter my cock pen­et­rated her secret sel­dom 
used snatch. I grabbed her tits and played with them.

 I couldn’t see Mag­gie, but I could hear her noises filling the room. I could also hear 
her ass slam­ming into the door. Both were mu­sic to my ears.

 Frenchie didn’t just pump up and down cm my cock. Her move­ments were 
cal­cu­lated to give me the max­imum amount of pleas­ure. She drew upon all of her tal­ents,
in­clud­ing her va­gina muscles that caressed and mas­saged my cock as she rhyth­mic­ally 
gyr­ated her ass.

 Some­thing wet ran down my nuts. I smelled the air, it was her pussy juice.

 (As much as I was en­joy­ing the act I’m only sorry I couldn’t have been an 
out­sider, in the wings, en­joy­ing the en­tire act.)

 We came off like a string of Chinese fire­crack­ers. I first, Frenchie second and 
Mag­gie last. The room reeked with our love po­tion and our sweat. Groans turned into 
grunts. Screams melted into moans.

 Mag­gie was the first one to break up the act. She shoved Frenchie out of the way 
and pulled me down on top of her. My cock, still drip­ping from Frenchie’s cunt, quickly found
its new home. Mag­gie’s legs shot around my waist as I filled up her snatch.

 Mag­gie cried out. “Give me skin. Not rub­ber. Fuck me!” Frenchie had plans of her 
own. She knew she couldn’t break up the new act, but was con­vinced she could come 
between us.

 And she did a good job at it, too.

 She pulled me up as she bent over and shoved her snatch into my face. Her wet 
cheeks slipped apart as I pushed to­ward her cunt.

 “Kiss me.”

 Frenchie re­spon­ded to Mag­gie’s re­quest. She bent over and caressed Mag­gie’s 
lips.

 The new angle couldn’t have been bet­ter. My tongue flicked and teased Frenchie’s 
wet folds while my cock as­saul­ted Mag­gie’s hole.

 Again it happened. I couldn’t en­joy the en­tire act. I was get­ting more than I had 
bar­gained for, but an ass in the face does limit your view a little es­pe­cially when it’s a big 
ass.

 Between fuck­ing Mag­gie and eat­ing Frenchie I had a hard time con­cen­trat­ing 
on what I was do­ing. But it was dyn-o-mite both ways. But I soon felt like a change. The 
rub­ber cock had stretched Mag­gie’s pussy totally out of shape. As good as it felt, and it felt 
good, I felt like I was fuck­ing the Hol­land Tun­nel.

 I ran my hand between her ass un­til I found her anus. Pulling my cock free, I 
lowered my aim. Mag­gie’s body stiffened as I first fingered her anus, then in­ser­ted my cock.

 Un­like be­fore, when I had a fight on my hands, she was re­laxed and wel­comed 
me all the way up to my loins. It was ob­vi­ously as pleas­ur­able for her as it was for me. As I 
fucked her ass, she lif­ted her legs high into the air in a V sign.

 I took hold of the both of the two clits in front of me and rubbed them erot­ic­ally 
between my fin­gers. Both girls purred and gyr­ated their asses as I stroked, then fingered 
their pussies.

 An old act came off with a new routine. The faster my fin­gers fondled, the faster I 
fucked!





CHAPTER NINE


I stood there, stark na­ked, and not one per­son bat­ted an eye. It was weird. I 
re­mem­ber it all quite clearly now. It was noon and the streets were choked with mid­day 
shop­pers.

 My cock stuck straight out and grew harder each time a beau­ti­ful wo­man 
brushed past me.

 “Ig­nats--Ig­nats--Ig­nats,” I shouted at three dif­fer­ent wo­men with a raised arm.

 As if sud­denly pos­sessed, each wo­man stopped in her tracks while the rest of the 
sea of hu­man­ity con­tin­ued on their way. Like me, no one seemed to no­tice or care that 
they were na­ked either.

 They fol­lowed me to a school, but I had to wait for the bus I had wait­ing for us at 
the curb. We all got in and I drove up the street. As if they had been do­ing it all along, each 
girl lay down on one of the beds in the back of the bus and spread her legs.

 At the second light, I stopped to pick up two men wait­ing for our bus. Each paid, 
then picked out the girl he wanted and got into bed with her. They fucked, then got off at one
of our stops.

 All day long men kept get­ting on and off our bus. The girls loved it and I was 
mak­ing money hand over fist. Best of all, we fooled every­one with our in­no­cent look­ing 
pimp mo­bile.

 After the last pas­sen­ger of the day got off, the girls in­vited me back for a quickie. 
It was their way of show­ing me their grat­it­ude for help­ing them find a new ca­reer.

 My cock felt like it was about to ex­plode as I pulled to the curb and ran back for my
triple decker snack.

 They were wait­ing for me with open thighs.

 Each was more beau­ti­ful than the next. I couldn’t make up my mind who to fuck 
first. I be­came more frus­trated by the minute. The choice was made for me when the phone 
rang and I woke up.

 It was a voice from my past that wanted to catch up on old times. She was now a 
stew­ard­ess with TWA, hav­ing re­cently switched from BOAC, and wanted to spend all of her
stop­over time with me.

 “If you’re still in­ter­ested, that is?” she fin­ished off with.

 Was I still in­ter­ested? That was like ask­ing an Arab if he still likes oil.

 I took down her ad­dress and was on my way in a cab in five minutes flat.

 Dur­ing the twenty minute cab ride, I couldn’t stop think­ing about the orgy the 
pre­vi­ous night of the weird sex dream that kept re­peat­ing on my mind like a bad gar­lic 
meal.

 Star­ing out the win­dow at the ped­es­tri­ans flash­ing by, I found my­self off and 
re­liv­ing the fi­nal acts of my ‘by in­vit­a­tion only’ af­fair last night.

 We were all to­gether again on the wa­ter bed. I was ly­ing on my back while one of
the girls sat on my face and an­other one was rid­ing up and down on my cock. The third girl 
stood over me with her fin­gers shoved up her cunt. Though I couldn’t see her, I kept feel­ing 
drops of her pussy juice land­ing on my chest.

 Pussy juice poured into my mouth. I couldn’t lick it up fast enough. My tongue ran 
back and forth along the folds of the pussy for­cing her to secrete more and more juice. I was 
in sev­enth heaven. I couldn’t get deep enough into the slip­pery cunt press­ing down on my 
face.

 I reached up and found her tits. They were large and felt rub­bery when I squeezed 
them. She moaned each time I squeezed her tits.

 “Suck on my clit,” the girl sit­ting on my face said, wedging my face deeper between
the folds of her pussy. “Lick it--Bite it--Let me have it--” I reached up over the top of her legs 
pressed be­side my head and pushed back the folds of skin sur­round­ing her clit. The thick 
pink bud shot out at me, beg­ging to be licked.

 The girl rid­ing my meat must have known what I was up to be­cause she 
im­me­di­ately picked up speed when I began sweep­ing my tongue across the tip of the clit.

 We were like a well oiled ma­chine. Each knew their part per­fectly and could 
ex­ecute their move­ments with the deft touch of a mas­ter.

 We bounced up and down on the ripples of wa­ter trapped be­neath us. All I had to
do was close my eyes and I felt like I was out in the middle of the At­lantic Ocean.

 My tongue was every­where. It stroked, it scooped, it tasted, it drove her crazy. She 
re­spon­ded to every pass of my tongue with sounds of pleas­ure--and un­known ec­stasy. 
Like a true psychic, she an­ti­cip­ated my every move. To in­sure the ul­ti­mate de­light from 
my Ups and tongue, she kept her bot­tom a frac­tion of an inch off my face to al­low me total
free­dom of move­ment.

 So much was hap­pen­ing at the same time. My mind kept jump­ing from my head 
to my cock. First, my mouth turned me on more--and then my cock--and then--... I sud­denly 
real­ized I wasn’t feel­ing the pussy drops on my chest any more. My curi­os­ity didn’t last 
very long be­cause I dis­covered what the third girl was up to when I first smelled and then 
tasted a second pussy on my tongue.

 Without open­ing my eyes, I knew it was Frenchie. The smell and taste of her snatch 
was as unique as her fin­ger­prints. Run­ning my tongue first along one pussy and then 
in­side the other, I could pic­ture how the two girls were po­si­tioned. Both knelt over my face
fa­cing each other. Reach­ing up, I shoved my hand between their bod­ies and fondled all 
four tits. They squirmed from side to side as I rubbed them. But if I knew Frenchie, my fin­gers 
and mouth weren’t all that was ex­cit­ing the two girls sit­ting on my face. Though I couldn’t 
con­firm it, be­cause my view was slightly ob­struc­ted, I would have bet my right nut that 
Frenchie was hard at work french­ing her part­ner in crime.

 The wa­ter in­side the bed cham­ber churned as we be­came sexual glut­tons, 
de­mand­ing more and more pleas­ures from our flesh. The slow, con­tract­ing strokes down 
on my cock quickly trans­formed them­selves into jack ham­mer thrusts that nearly drained 
every ounce of my strength.

 The girls were al­most there. My tim­ing had to be per­fect. A minute too late or too
early, and I’d blow the whole thing.

 Fi­nally, it was time. I yelled out from between the two beavers snug­gling my nose.

 “Ig­nats!!”

 The girls froze, but I didn’t. I kept fuck­ing my cock in and out of her snatch un­til I 
came off. Then I climbed out of the pyr­amid of hu­man flesh and got dressed.

 I gave them their post hyp­notic in­struc­tions right be­fore I left.

 “Five minutes after I leave, you will wake up and for­get I ever ex­is­ted. You will be 
so horny that the three of you will ball each other un­til you drop.”

 And that’s ex­actly what they did. I just made it back to my place in time to see 
through my win­dow with my bin­ocu­lars when they woke up. Like man­nequins from a 
frozen sleep, they im­me­di­ately turned on each other.

 I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t a turn-on watch­ing them se­duce each other. It was 
the first time I know of when wo­men ac­tu­ally raped each other by double team­ing the 
third mem­ber. It got to be so late that I went to sleep be­fore they fi­nally conked out from 
ex­haus­tion. I can only guess at the time. All I know is that when I went to sleep the light 
from the apart­ment was the only one on in the en­tire side of the build­ing.

 ‘That’ll be four and a quarter,” the cab­bie said, turn­ing off the meter by drop­ping 
the flag arm with a snap of his hand.

 I paid him, then took the lobby el­ev­ator up to the four­teenth floor.

 When I saw her stand­ing there in the door­way, I for­got about every wo­man I 
had fucked in the last four years.

 She was more beau­ti­ful than I had ever re­membered. I couldn’t take my eyes off 
her. Her na­ked flesh glistened from the candle light ra­di­at­ing from the middle of the 
apart­ment.

 I fol­lowed her into the bed­room where she un­dressed me. When I was na­ked, I 
took her into my arms and held her tight. She re­spon­ded by press­ing her tiny breasts into 
my chest. My joint filled with blood when her thighs brushed against mine as we kissed.

 Our lips opened wide. Our saliva flowed freely between our open, wet cav­it­ies. Our
tongues took turns rolling along the slip­pery pock­ets of flesh be­low our teeth.

 I filled my lungs with her sweet smelling air from her lungs. I sucked on her tongue 
and tasted her wet­ness.

 We caressed each other for what seemed like an etern­ity as we stood locked in 
each other’s arms. Lightly at first, then with ever in­creas­ing speed, we ran our hands up and 
down each other’s body. My body tingled as her long fin­ger­nails danced down my spine.

 I cupped my hand un­der a breast and held it lightly, let­ting the weight of her soft 
tis­sue mold my hand. She purred as my thumb first circled, then mas­saged the nipple.

 As I bent down to kiss her breast, she slipped a hand between our waists. It moved 
quickly un­til it dis­covered where my cock was hid­ing. Her fin­gers circled around my meat 
un­til they held me firmly. Then with gently sweep­ing strokes of her hand, she played with my
cock.

 “It’s been too long baby,” she said kiss­ing my nipple. “I’ve been think­ing about 
you for God knows how long. It got so bad that every guy I balled I fan­tas­ized I was fuck­ing
you.”

 I kissed one breast and then the other one. When I fin­ished, she took my hand in 
hers and led me to her fluffy muff of pussy hair.

 “Make love to me the way I need to be loved--Eat me--I need to feel your tongue 
in­side me--I need it so very bad. It’s been soooo long.”

 I wiggled my fin­gers gently between her wrinkles of flesh. She groaned and 
moaned as she pulled me to her. My fin­gers felt the first droplets of her juice. It was com­ing 
slowly and I waited for her to stop shiv­er­ing be­fore I pro­ceeded.

 She bal­anced on one foot as she fol­ded one leg and braced that foot against the 
in­side of the straight leg. She was noted for this kind of be­ha­vior--it was her way of 
mak­ing it easier for me to find my way about her body.

 The juice that flowed from her swollen skin and quickly coated my fin­gers made my
fin­ger glide quickly between the droop­ing folds of skin guard­ing the en­trance to her 
pussy.

 I closed my eyes and watched the pic­ture be­ing painted by fin­ger­tips flash 
brightly against the dark side of my eye­lids.

 Her anus was tight and very tiny. Tiny strands of hair circled the en­trance. Her cunt 
was only slightly lar­ger, but it was much more re­cept­ive to my prob­ing fin­gers. It opened 
and al­lowed me to enter. En­ter­ing with an up­ward cir­cu­lar mo­tion, my fin­ger grew 
hot­ter the deeper I ven­tured.

 Without touch­ing the up­side down vol­cano I knew guarded the far end of her 
va­gina, I with­drew my fin­ger and probed for her clit. I didn’t have to search for very long-it 
was ex­actly where I had left it so many months ago. Just as hard and sens­it­ive as ever.

 Her body arched back the mo­ment I brushed her tiny knob of flesh with my 
fin­ger­tips. Then she lif­ted her head and looked deep into my eyes. Those eyes never had to 
speak. Si­lently, she pulled my penis to­ward her un­til I touched, then entered her veil of hot 
flesh.

 She wouldn’t let me enter her hole, but she did let me slide my cock back and forth 
between her lips to en­tice her clit.

 But soon, that was not enough either. Those memor­ies of splen­did mo­ments 
long past but never for­got­ten, re­turned to both of us and our minds begged to be re­lived.

 “I want you.”

 “I need you in­side me.”

 These words had been said so many times be­fore and would be said so many times
again.

 I led her to­ward the bed. She stopped be­fore join­ing me on the clean sheets.

 “I must con­fess some­thing to you first.” Tears rolled down her cheeks.

 I tried to com­fort her, but she wouldn’t let me touch her.

 “What’s wrong?” I de­man­ded to know.

 “It might make a dif­fer­ence. I hope it doesn’t. But if it does, I’ll un­der­stand.”

 “Dif­fer­ence--doesn’t--un­der­stand--” I was con­fused.

 “What are you talk­ing about?”

 I could tell she knew I was go­ing to be up­set for be­ing kept in the dark for so 
long. Fi­nally, she three her­self at me.

 “I’m mar­ried!”

 The words had the weight of a battle­ship. I couldn’t speak.

 “I want you--I need you--I have to have you-But only for now. And maybe never 
again.” An empti­ness I thought I had dis­carded years ago ma­ter­i­al­ized within my 
stom­ach. I could feel the churn­ing that went along with this feel­ing.

 I knew the words she said were right, but they were hard to di­gest.

 “Give me some­thing to re­mem­ber you by,” she said, climb­ing along­side of me. 
“And give it to me good--and hot--and hard!”

 I in­stinct­ively rolled over on top of her. Her legs slid apart in­vit­ing my dick to 
enter. We kissed pas­sion­ately. Her legs locked tightly around my waist. Her pussy hair 
against my body told me I could go no fur­ther.

 She rocked vi­ol­ently up and down send­ing my cock on an erotic roller coaster 
ride.

 I grabbed her ass, lif­ted it off the bed and humped her un­til she began to cry. I 
knew my cock was too big for her to take. But I also knew that it was the way she liked it 
best--with lots of pain.

 She broke free, rolled over on her side and lif­ted a leg straight into the air. I slid up 
be­hind her and in­ser­ted my cock. But not be­fore I scooped up some pussy juice.

 I took a quick lick and gave her the rest. Suck­ing my fin­ger into her mouth, she 
kept it there as she bent down and played with my balls. After I grabbed her tits there wasn’t a
spare hand between us.

 We fucked like new­ly­weds un­til we both came off-to­gether! Then without so 
much as a sev­enth in­ning stretch, we fucked some more.

 “--don’t stop--more--I have to have more--Harder--Give it to me as hard as you 
can--bet­ter--bet­ter--ram it--Fuck me--Fuck me--” She was on her knees and I was giv­ing it 
to her from be­hind. Her tits, hanging down, shook each time we slammed to­gether. It was a 
beau­ti­ful sound that only tits could make.

 “Aahhh--Faster--I’ve got to have it faster--fin­ger me--rub my clit--fin­ger my 
ass-Yah­hhh--You do me so good-” As al­ways, we fin­ished in one place and quickly moved 
to an­other.

 We were in the shower. Her legs were around my waist and my cock was al­most 
reach­ing up to her throat. Or it felt like it.

 “Mmmmm!”

 I held her head as she sucked my joint, while she played with my balls and fingered 
my ass. She hadn’t for­got­ten.

 As many times as I came off, I re­mained hard--very hard and horny.

 Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath after our last or­gasm. Rais­ing 
her arms to me, she in­vited me to take her again. To re­fuse her would be to re­fuse my­self.

 I lowered my­self on top of her. My come and her pussy juice flowed past my cock 
as it drove home between her legs for the nth time.

 I was tired--some strokes were slow and even. The lust had been drained from me. 
All that re­mained was slow, slow se­duct­ive pas­sion.

 She lay mo­tion­less on the tub floor be­neath me with her legs and hands 
out­stretched-A warm, con­ten­ted smile was etched across her lips. Sup­port­ing my raised 
chest with two stiff arms, I watched my cock as it sloshed up her snatch. The sounds cre­ated 
by my cock in­side her hole were like mu­sic to my ears.

 “Aaah­hhh!”

 She pulled me down against her breasts--hold­ing me tight, as I came off for the 
very last time.

 Back in the bed­room, we went onto the bed. No one spoke.

 Both of us knew it was the end. That we would never feel this way again--as long as 
we lived. Know­ing some­thing was one thing, but ac­cept­ing it a very dif­fer­ent mat­ter.

 Every part of her felt the warmth of my body. Even my cock still wanted to be 
lodged in her pussy.

 We fell asleep, joined to­gether, and we woke in the same way.

 “I’m go­ing to ask you one last fa­vor. And I do want you to do it for me. 
Please--Prom­ise me.

 How could I re­fuse. “Any­thing, love--Just ask-And I will obey.”

 “Make me for­get you. It’s the only way. If I can’t have you forever, I don’t want to 
have you on my mind. I don’t want to know you ever ex­is­ted at all. Be­lieve me. It will make 
my life at least bear­able. Please! I know you can do it--Please! Grant me this one thing, one 
last re­quest. I beg you.” She paused, hop­ing to read my thoughts in my eyes. The last thing 
she said be­fore I spoke came straight from her heart.

 “I won’t be­cause I won’t be able to. But you re­mem­ber one thing. I loved you as 
no wo­man ever loved a man.”

 As I spoke, it was all erased from the black­board of her mind with the ut­ter­ance 
of a single word.

 “Ig­nats!”





CHAPTER TEN


By the time I re­turned to my apart­ment, I was ex­hausted men­tally and 
phys­ic­ally-see­ing her again, mak­ing love to her--it was too much to take. It was all over for
her, for­got­ten with the ut­ter­ance of a single word. I wasn’t that lucky. I needed some­thing
or someone to di­vert my at­ten­tion.

 I slept like a baby that night. Bet­ter than I had in weeks. The next morn­ing, I 
dressed, had break­fast, then took the Long Is­land Rail­road out to Mon­tauk Point--the 
farthest point east on Long Is­land.

 Wait­ing for the train to come to a full stop, I spot­ted Karen wait­ing in the crowd 
as she had said she would on the phone be­fore I went to sleep.

 She rubbed her bikini into my cock as we em­braced on the plat­form. My pants 
swelled up.

 Karen smiled when she felt my joint strug­gling to free it­self.

 “Come on. Let’s get to the beach. I’m so fuck­ing horny, I humped the gear shift on 
my sports­car.”

 I couldn’t have agreed with her sen­ti­ments more. One look at her wiry body and 
the way her ass swayed in­side her tiny bikini, I knew the week­end was go­ing to be a 
fuck­ing ball for both of us.

 Karen’s private beach stretched out from the back of the beach house and ran two 
hun­dred feet down to the At­lantic--A set­tle­ment from her di­vorce. There wasn’t an­other 
liv­ing soul for as far as the eye could see. And then some.

 Karen’s bikini was already on the sand when she told me to for­get about my 
bathing suit.

 “Let your body breathe,” she whispered, help­ing me take off my clothes.

 Her fin­gers stopped when she got to my cock. I just stood there in the sand 
en­joy­ing the swel­ter­ing sun and the sliv­ers of elec­tri­city ra­cing up my cock.

 “You’re so tense. I can feel it in your balls--Just re­lax. Let me make you un­wind.” 
She stopped talk­ing and kissed my cock. She held it in the palms of her hands to make sure 
the angle was just right when she de­cided to swal­low it.

 Watch­ing her as she knelt in front of me suck­ing on my cock, re­plen­ished all the 
strength I had fucked away dur­ing the last six months.

 Three hus­bands had taught her the fine art of suck­ing off a man’s cock. Her 
tongue was fast and very thick. Curl­ing it in the middle, she could sur­round half of my cock.

 After she rolled my cock around her tongue just once, I was fully erect.

 “You still taste the same,” she said pulling a caught pu­bic hair free from her throat. 
“Strong and salty.”

 “Sorry, I can’t say the same thing,” I replied, throw­ing my hands into the air in 
frus­tra­tion.

 Karen got the subtle hint. How could I know how she tasted? She’d been too 
con­cerned about my cock to let me get at her snatch. She stood up and twirled around, 
show­ing off her body like a fash­ion model.

 Her pu­bic hair looked as soft and as fluffy as I re­membered. Mat­ter of fact, 
everything about her looked like I had re­membered. Her skin, coated with sun­tan lo­tion, 
glistened in the sun. The visual strips of creamy white skin, that go along with bikinis, were 
nowhere to be seen. Every inch of her body was covered in a rich brown tan.

 “Don’t just look, silly, taste.” She bent over shov­ing her ass to­ward my face.

 I dropped down on the sand. The fra­grance of her pussy greeted my nose as I 
par­ted her ass.

 “Told you I still was ap­proved by the US De­part­ment of Health,” she piped up, 
wedging my face deep between the folds of her cunt.

 “NY Bkjl Lcnom--”

 “Oh, oh! Man­ners, please. Don’t you know you’re not sup­posed to talk while 
you’re eat­ing.”

 Karen hadn’t lost her sense of hu­mor--or her sweet taste. My mouth felt like it had 
met a long lost friend. I couldn’t stop suck­ing on everything in sight.

 “Haven’t lost your taste for the hairy del­ic­acy, I see. Still like the cliiiit--ouch, that’s 
a No-No.”

 After all the smelly cunts I had been eat­ing lately, I de­cided I’d never take my face 
out of her snatch.

 I pulled her swollen lips apart and hunted for her clit. I knew I was get­ting hot when
her legs shivered the in­stant I dragged my tongue along the ridge of her cunt lips.

 It was red and slip­pery, coated with a thick layer of her pussy juice. Twice, I circled 
my tongue around it without kiss­ing it. Each time she moaned and pleaded with me to suck 
on it.

 The tempta­tion was too great. I wedged my face in deeper as I shaped my lips into 
a per­fect circle.

 “Sh­h­h­hiiittt!”

 Tight­en­ing the open­ing, I trapped her clit between my lips. Draw­ing a mouth­ful 
of air, I sucked it into my mouth. My tongue was go­ing to work on it im­me­di­ately. I circled 
it first clock­wise and then coun­ter­clock­wise. Then, I flicked the tip of my toes across the tip
of her clit with the speed of a but­ter­fly’s wing.

 Her body shot from side to side, but I wouldn’t re­lease my grip. She at­temp­ted to
pull her­self free. Again, held fast. To weaken her of all of her strength as quickly as pos­sible, I
stuck a fin­ger into her cunt and fin­ger-fucked her.

 “You’re too much. You’re too fuck­ing much.” She reached back for my hand and 
placed it on her tit. “Squeeze me, honey. Play with my nipples. You know how I love it.”

 My face and her pussy were wet with her cunt juice. Every place I ran my tongue, I 
scooped up more of her thick, slip­pery juice.

 If you have never tried it, I highly re­com­mend eat­ing out a cunt on the beach in 
the middle of the day. It’s what sex is all about.

 I stood up.

 “Enough of this happy horse shit,” I an­nounced throw­ing her down onto the sand. 
“Eat­ing cunt is just too many cal­or­ies. I want to lose some, and fuck­ing’s the best way I 
know how.”

 I was on top of her be­fore I stopped my little speech. Shoot­ing blind, without the 
help of my hands, I missed her hole twice. Each time she laughed.

 The third time she didn’t laugh. In­stead she groaned as my thick, hot cock found its
mark. And reamed out her tiny hole. Her legs locked around my back when I began my 
second thrust.

 “You al­ways did need glasses,” she blur­ted out as she bit my neck.

 Her bony body re­spon­ded to my thrusts with counter thrusts of its own.

 I ran my fin­gers through her long blond hair. I kissed her eye­lids. I liked her ear 
and licked it with my tongue. I bit her neck. I kissed her nipples. I licked her soft tits. I did all 
this while I rammed my cock into her pussy.

 Sud­denly I was on the bot­tom and her tits were hanging down at me. I grabbed 
one with my mouth as I grabbed her ass and pulled her down on me.

 Her face was con­tor­ted as she kept her clit rub­bing against my cock.

 “Don’t stop--give it to me--More--I need more-” Her words flowed on like wa­ter as
our bod­ies slammed to­gether.

 I looked between her tits and watched my joint dis­ap­pear­ing into her hole. It was 
red and coated with pussy juice. Each time she rose up, drops of ex­cess cunt juice dripped 
into my pu­bic hair.

 I was ready to come, but I didn’t want to come off be­fore she was ready.

 “To­gether-Let’s do it to­gether-Faster baby--Rub it harder--Feel it--Feel my cock in 
your hole-Squeeze me-Ride me, cunt-” That faraway stare in her eyes told me she was ready 
for me.

 The next minute felt like an etern­ity. Everything happened at the same time. She 
grit­ted her teeth and groaned. Her body trembled, tears flowed down her face. Her body 
kept crash­ing down on my cock. Her tits kept smash­ing into each other.

 “Don’t stop, baby--More--”

 “I need you--Please-Don’t, don’t stop--More--Give me more--” Salvo after salvo of 
come squir­ted out of my cock each time she dropped on my loins.

 We rolled over on the sand un­til I was on top of her again. As soon as I got my 
knees set in the sand and my cock re­gained the blood it tem­por­ar­ily lost, I fucked her even
harder than the first time.

 Karen came off be­fore I did. The second one was much more in­tense. It scared me 
for a minute, I thought she was hav­ing a con­vul­sion. But I learned bet­ter when she pulled 
my head into her right tit and begged me to suck on it.

 She must have had a sixth sense be­cause the in­stant my body tightened up, Karen
slid free and grabbed my cock.

 “Come off on my tits.”

 I kept my ass in mo­tion fuck­ing her hand. “Cream-give me white hot gism--I want 
it on my tits--Don’t stop--Now, baby--NOW!!” She ob­vi­ously knew what I was about to do 
be­fore I did. When she yelled ‘Now’ I came off on her tits.

 “Aaah­hhh--Yah--Look at it--God--More--Cream on me--Hot--More--You’re so 
fuck­ing hot-More-More--So good--” I watched my come shoot out of my cock, fly through 
the air and splash, then drip down her tits.

 Karen’s head rolled back into the sand. Her eyes were shut and an ex­pres­sion of 
ec­stasy covered her face. She waited un­til the last drops landed on her chest. Then with slow
cir­cu­lar mo­tions of her hands, she spread my sperm all over her chest and stom­ach.

 “Aahhh--So wet--I love how you feel--Slick and so--” She in­ser­ted a fin­ger into 
her mouth and licked it. “-so salty-I love it-I can’t get enough of it.”

 When she reached for my cock again, it was limp and had shrunk back. She laughed 
and played with it with the curi­os­ity of a small child.

 She sat up and kissed it. “I’m con­stantly amazed how that tiny little thing does its 
thing!”

 “I’d tell you, but-”

 “-But, what?”

 “Sorry, you have to have balls be­fore you can get that secret in­form­a­tion.” I 
winked.

 “Why, you-” She splashed sand into my face. Jump­ing up, she ran for the surf.

 I caught up with her as she dove into a break­ing wave. We swam and played in the 
wa­ter un­til all traces of our love­mak­ing had been washed away.

 When we were tired of play­ing ‘Grab Pu­bic Hair’ we went back to the house, had a
snack, then fell asleep in each other’s arms on the cot.

 I woke up horny; she was still sleep­ing, but that didn’t mat­ter. Rolling her over on 
her back, I lay on top of her. She smiled in her sleep when she felt my penis between her legs.

 Think­ing it was a dream, her legs par­ted. This time, I in­ser­ted my cock into her 
snatch. Even though she was sleep­ing, her cunt was wet, so I didn’t have any trouble slid­ing 
in.

 It was beau­ti­ful. Everything was slow. My cock slid back and forth in­side her 
pussy. I fucked her as slow as I could to sa­vor every pleas­ure that flowed up my cock.

 It wasn’t long be­fore I couldn’t hold my­self back. I had to feel my cock smash­ing 
into her cunt.

 “Don’t let me stop you.” Karen had been awake all along. “If you go any slower, 
you’re go­ing to stall out. So--Let’s get crack­ing and fuck me.” Her legs shot out over the side
of the cot.

 Her po­s­i­tion made all the dif­fer­ence. I climbed up higher as I inched my cock in 
an­other inch or so.

 We fucked on her back--on her knees-in her pussy--in her ass--I ate her out--She 
sucked me off--We fucked on the sink--In the shower--I jerked off for her while she 
mas­turb­ated in front of me.

 The sun dis­ap­peared be­neath the ho­ri­zon. It was 9:30 when the first star came 
out and my cock went in again. I was drained and she couldn’t walk too fast or stand up.

 We were just about to call it a night when the door bell rang. We flipped to see who 
it was. I lost.

 “Don’t worry,” she said point­ing the way to the door, “it’s prob­ably just Patti. So 
you don’t have to get dressed.”

 (The way I felt I wouldn’t have got­ten dressed if it had been the Pope.) She was 
right. It was Patti. As I stood at the door wel­com­ing her in, I turned on the light switch. The 
light con­vinced me I was lucky to have lost the flip of the coin.

 Patti was just one more of the small army of di­vor­cees that prowled the re­sort 
com­munity look­ing for a man--any man.

 I star­ted back into the liv­ing room. Patti grabbed my arm as she pressed a fin­ger 
against her lips.

 “Sh­hhh!”

 I read her lips.

 “I want to fuck you!”

 I poin­ted to­ward the floor.

 “Yes, now!”

 I was game, if she was. And she def­in­itely was. Be­fore I could an­swer, her 
cut-offs were around her ankles and a leg was on the chair be­side the cot.

 She pulled open her lips so I wouldn’t waste time get­ting in. She wasn’t as tight as 
Karen, but she felt every bit as good.

 We worked quickly without say­ing a word. I didn’t want Karen to hear us. The angle
was al­most straight up, but it felt great.

 The chair squeaked as we pumped into each other. The ride was short but well 
worth it. I came off fast be­cause she was a strange cunt.

 She un­coupled and got dressed as soon as I went limp.

 “Don’t worry. I’ll catch up with you to­night, after she goes to bed,” she said 
dis­ap­pear­ing around the blind corner as she went into Karen.





CHAPTER EL­EVEN


Later that night as she had prom­ised, Patti met me on the beach near the wa­ter. 
We em­braced, then quickly took off our clothes.

 “Feel me,” she said lay­ing my hands on her breasts. “I’m much big­ger than Karen. 
Much horn­ier, too. But you’ll find that out quick enough.”

 While I ran my hands over her warm flesh, she ex­plored my cock and felt my nuts. 
We star­ted off cas­u­ally, al­most sci­en­tific­ally, but soon be­came pas­sion­ate.

 “What’s your pleas­ure? Suck? Fuck? Greek? French? Name it?” I felt like I was in a 
whore house. All that was miss­ing was the ex­change of money.

 “Greek!”

 “Greek it is! But first, I’m go­ing to get you nice and wet.” She put my cock into her 
mouth and covered it with her saliva.

 “Now, I know why Karen digs you,” she said, get­ting down on the sand on all fours.

 “She al­ways liked big, thick dongs.”

 I got down be­hind her and moun­ted her back. She had a big­ger ass than Karen 
and it made the fit much more com­fort­able.

 Patti ob­vi­ously wasn’t one for fore­play. So I felt for her ass, found it, then slid my 
cock onto her cunt to make sure it was wet enough. My cock was thicker than most and I 
knew her ass had to be really slick to take all of me. Pussy juice is the only thing that could 
take it. Saliva wouldn’t do any­thing.

 My cock was ready. I grabbed her ass. Her cheeks par­ted. I found her anus, placed 
the tip of my cock over the tight open­ing, then grabbed her waist.

 “Aah­h­hhh!”

 Her chest dropped down on the ..sand as my prick made its way deeper into her 
hole.

 “I--I can--can’t take any--any more.”

 I didn’t listen to her. In­stead, I reached for her tits and her cunt and played with 
both of them. She re­spon­ded to my touch­ing by back­ing into my cock, driv­ing me still 
deeper.

 A flash­light clicked on.

 “What the hell’s go­ing on?”

 I re­cog­nized Karen’s voice.

 “I thought so--” Karen knew Patti well enough not to waste time talk­ing. In­stead, 
she bur­ied the flash­light base in the sand, then shoved Patti’s head into her snatch.

 I found out later that Karen and Patti had been bi for years. Thanks to me, I kept 
their in­terest in cocks alive, at least, for the mo­ment.

 Karen rubbed Patti’s face into her snatch while she watched me fuck­ing Patti’s ass. 
It turned her on and it turned me on watch­ing her get turned on.

 I wasn’t sure if I could make it or not, but I tried. I reached out for Karen’s tits. A cunt
hair short. Karen made up the dif­fer­ence by bend­ing over Patti’s back. She bent so far over, 
l could get a tit into my mouth.

 “How about me,” Karen said when Patti climbed out from un­der the pile cry­ing 
‘uncle’. Not wait­ing for a formal in­vit­a­tion, Karen as­sumed Patti’s pre­vi­ous stance and 
will­ingly.

 Find­ing such a creature would not be dif­fi­cult at all, not in this city. So I took to 
the streets in search of a pro. This was strictly for sci­ence’s sake, re­mem­ber.

 I chanced upon the per­fect sub­ject for my ex­per­i­ment not five minutes after I 
hit the pave­ment. She was prob­ably eight­een, looked weary enough to have been in her 
late twen­ties, and was dressed like a kid-knee socks, pig tails, the whole bit.

 Be­ing true to her pro­fes­sion, she ap­proached me. Be­ing true to mine, I handled 
the whole thing aloofly. The minute her tits pressed against my chest, caus­ing my mind to 
start to run away, I got a roar­ing hard-on.

 I hardly even heard what she was say­ing, my pro­fes­sional mind be­ing so 
wrapped in my up­com­ing work. Be­fore I knew it we were in one of the sleaz­i­est flop 
houses around. Oh, well, it was all for sci­ence.

 Once in­side the room, I dropped my word on her im­me­di­ately. “IG­NATS” No 
re­sponse. “IG­NATS” Still noth­ing. She just sat on the bed, tak­ing off her stock­ings and 
whist­ling mind­lessly and end­lessly.

 I ap­proached her al­most shout­ing the fuck­ing word into her ear. But as I opened
my mouth to speak she jumped up and shoved her tongue into my mouth. I al­most choked 
as if it were a doc­tor’s tongue de­pressor. One thing for this chick, she didn’t taste much 
bet­ter than that wooden stick.

 Christ, what would her cunt taste like if she didn’t have the sense to clean out her 
mouth?

 She was mov­ing her hands all over my body now, but pay­ing spe­cial at­ten­tion 
to my crotch. It seemed the more that this hooker worked, the harder it was for me to get any 
sort of erec­tion. What ever I felt out­side must have been the residue of my last fling, or just 
my over-worked mind. This chick, “IG­NATS” or not, was a total turn-off.

 Be­fore she turned me off sex per­man­ently, I paid her the money I owed her for 
drag­ging her off the streets and hauled my ass out of there.

 So much for sci­ence! So much for sex for the time be­ing. What “IG­NATS” did for 
all my wo­men, it did for me too. It fuck­ing des­troyed my sense of reason. I, too, got totally 
car­ried away with the mo­ment and feel­ings and lost all con­trol of my­self.

 Be­sides mak­ing the girls go crazy, I did too. I did not ini­ti­ate the sex, al­though it
was me who did whis­per those two little syl­lables, and I was totally out of con­trol to 
pre­vent my­self from say­ing them.

 I had what every man wanted. The ma­gic power to have un­lim­ited sex, any­time, 
and with any­one I fan­cied.

 Could I be be­com­ing jaded to­wards sex? Is there such a thing as over-do­ing? I 
tend to doubt it, but who can tell.

 How­ever, as I was leav­ing that hor­rible ex­cuse for a sex-part­ner, I passed a 
young, ripe, and sexy look­ing little dish who was wait­ing for a bus. Be­fore I knew what was 
hap­pen­ing that word was es­cap­ing from my lips.

 So, I’m doomed!

 And, no, I’m not up­set enough about my state of mind to trade places with you. 
Not just yet.

 POST HYP­NOTIC SUG­GES­TION

 I could write an­other two books, filling each page with vivid de­tail more graphic 
than the last.

 I could, but I won’t, be­cause I’ve already made my point. And if you missed it by 
now, an­other 300 pages will just go over your head.

 I can sum it all up with the entry I made in my case book after I made love to Karen. 
It read: “Fuck a wo­man-wet her ap­pet­ite--and she’ll hun­ger after cocks the rest of her life. 
Se­duce her mind and she’ll re­main your ‘private prop­erty for life.”

 If you fol­low my dir­ec­tions you shall never lack for cunt. If you choose to ig­nore 
me and think you know best, I simply say: “IG­NATS!”

 And I could have gone on forever, be­cause I must ad­mit that in the past few 
months I have found myself getting very greedy.

 Before going home I decided to try out one more ex­peri­ment. If “IG­NATS” 
worked so well on all the subjects so far, how far-reach­ing an ef­fect could it have on a 
hooker? A wo­man who was already con­di­tioned to give a man pleas­ure and go the sexual 
lim­its. The idea was simply mind-bog­gling.


 THE END
