Rita's Ravished Behind
by Terry Davis 


FOREWORD 

Every human being has certain sexual acts or techniques that he prefers. And 
our story revolves around men who find anal intercourse most fascinating. 
Combine these men with a girl with a behind that turns them on, and you have 
many problems developing. For they all want to have something to do with 
her. Try as she will she cannot keep them off her ... in this unsual sexual 
position. 

Finally, the young lady determines the best thing for her to do is re-locate 
for her reputation has become slightly soiled. She moves to a small 
mid-western town where she figures she will have a chance to lead a more 
normal life. 

For a short time, her expectations are realized. However, it is not long 
before she becomes involved in another sordid sexual encounter with her boss 
... who has gotten loaded. 

Disgusted, she returns to the big city and tries to rid herself of any guilt 
feelings ... as she "swings" into a sexual life that is nonstop. 

But she quickly finds out not only men want to turn on with her but women as 
well. At first the idea of becoming sexually entangled with another woman is 
"ugly" and "sick" to her, but as she is persuaded to "try it just once" she 
finds out she can enjoy such sexual contacts. It bothers her conscience but 
not for long as she is eager to make money performing with another woman at 
a stag party sex exhibition. 

But before she is through taking such sexual liberties she finds out, to her 
sorrow, there are laws prohibiting such wanton sexual displays. And too late 
she learns her lesson the hard way, that sex for sale often involves jail. 

-The Publisher 

 Chapter One 

Rita was sleeping peacefully. 

Her seventeen-year-old brother slipped naked into her bedroom. He knew that 
his beautiful young sister always slept in the buff. He wanted to fuck her. 
He was prepared. He had coated his cock with Vaseline so it would slip 
smoothly up her asshole and catch her unaware. He had planned it for weeks. 

In the middle of the night he figured it would be the best time to assault 
her asshole. He would throw his hand over her mouth so she couldn't make a 
sound. Then before she knew what was happening he would slide his huge shaft 
up her asshole. 

"Now, baby," he whispered as he quickly whipped his hand over her mouth, 
"just relax. I'm gonna stab my dick up your ass." 

Rita tried to wiggle away. But her stronger older brother wasn't going to 
let her. He was determined that he was going to get his thick prick up her 
ass. He succeeded as it plunged up her tight anal channel. She tried to call 
out. But with his hand over her mouth she couldn't. 

Randy was thrusting now and determined he was going to get his rocks off. 

"Fantastic," he panted as he pumped it into her, "you sure give a good 
screw,. I knew it would be super slipping it up your behind. You've got a 
gorgeous ass." 

Rita realized that Randy had wanted her for a long time. But she didn't pay 
much attention to it. They shared the same bathroom and he would barge in 
sometimes when she was in the shower and look at her fondly. However, she 
did not understand that the swinging penis between his legs was stiffening 
because he was eager to have sex with her. She figured it was just a normal 
male-female response. Now she knew that wasn't the case. Her own brother was 
plunging his hard cock up her butt "Grind your ass, Rita," he told her. 
"That's it. Come on, baby, you're giving a bitchin' fuck." 

Randy's hard cock plunged unmercifully up her behind. She was enjoying it 
and so was he. 

"That's the way to do it," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Keep 
your tail twisting. Come on, baby, fuck it off. That's the way I like it. 
Now you're screwing." 

Suddenly he felt his balls tingling. Randy knew it wouldn't be much longer 
until his cock exploded in her ass. All of the sudden his juice spurted. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, I made it. Fuck it off." 

The hot white sperm surged up her asshole. 

Now she was pleased. For he had given her just the kind of action she felt 
she needed. 

"Oh, baby," she told him, "you sure know how to screw. I enjoyed that." 

"I'm glad you did, Rita," he told her. "I'd like to ravish your behind again 
someday." 

Rita remembered Randy's words. And other succeeding nights when he thought 
it was safe and their parents would not hear, he slipped into his sister's 
bedroom. He taught her plenty about sex. 

"You can get any guy if you know how to give a good blow job," he said 
emphatically. 

"What's a blow job?" Rita asked innocently, for she really didn't know. 

"Do I have to tell you that, too?" he flashed her a strange smile. 

"Yes," she nodded. "I'm not like some of the other high school girls. I'm no 
slut." 

Seriously Randy looked at her. 

"I know you're not," he told her, "and that's why you're something special. 
That's why I wanted to have sex with you." 

Randy was naked and he reached down to his penis. 

"Ill tell you what you do, honey," he explained. "Play with my pecker. Get 
it nice and hard. Then I will explain to you what a blow job is." 

Why all the mystery about what a blow job actually was puzzled Rita. But she 
didn't protest. She knew Randy had his way of doing things. Perhaps it was 
his way of expressing his manhood. She reached for his penis. She pulled on 
it rhythmically. It was getting hard all right. 

"Finger the balls, too," he suggested. 

She reached down and played with his testi- cles. Now he was so excited he 
was shaking. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "we're gonna have some fun. Just relax." 

When his cock was to its full length and his balls were swelling with sexual 
excitement, he made his pitch. 

"Now you get down there over my dick," he explained, "and start sucking. I 
want you to do it real good." 

She got down over his cock. And she let her tongue slip over the tip of it. 

"Suck it," he told her, "and suck it good. Come on, baby, suck that cock." 

It was difficult for the young girl to place his penis in her mouth. She 
thought of it as something dirty. He had to work hard to dispel the thoughts 
that whirled around in her mind as she tried to force herself down on him. 

"There's nothing dirty about my pecker," he told her. "I keep it clean. Now 
come on, baby, suck me. Please." 

Randy wasted no time. When she hesitated he reached over and gripped Rita's 
neck. He forced her down over his cock. As it slid into her mouth she s 
tasted him. It wasn't as awful as she thought it would be. 

"Use your tongue," he coaxed her. "Flit it back and forth. That's the way I 
like it. Now you're doing it." 

She utilized her tongue to arouse him. He was getting more and more 
stimulated. 

"Yes, baby," he whispered, "keep licking it. That's the way. Now you're 
doing it." 

She was doing a superb job of sucking on his penis tip. And he appreciated 
it. However, he felt that she ought to learn how to tease and tongue his 
balls. 

"Don't forget my nuts," he told her. "I like them agitated. Manipulate your 
fingers back and forth. That's the way. You're doing it just fine." 

Using her mouth effectively she got him going. 

"Slip your index finger up my asshole," he suggested. 

She eased her index finger to Randy's tight, anal channel. Finally her 
finger plunged right up his rectum. He enjoyed the sensation of her finger 
slipping up his asshole. 

"Yes; yes," he enthused, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Finger fuck my 
butt." 

She was doing a superb job of sliding her finger up his rectum. He twisted 
on her finger as he went on plunging his penis into her mouth. He knew that 
it wouldn't be much longer until he would spill his sperm in her mouth. 

"Suck me," he begged her. "Keep sucking. Oh, baby, I love it when you do me 
like that. Come on, suck. Suck it." 

Her magnificent mouth movements had him aroused all the way. He knew that it 
wouldn't be much longer until he exploded in her mouth. 

"Eat it," he begged her passionately. "Come on, baby, suck my joint. Suck it 
off." 

All at once his cock exploded. Randy's hot white sperm juice shot into his 
sister's mouth. She sucked and gulped his juice. He was pleased that she 
swallowed. At the same time her finger continued slipping in and out of his 
tight behind. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "That's a first-class blow job. You're learning." 

She was pleased that she had satisfied him. , "I'm glad you liked it, 
Randy," she grinned. 

Slipping her finger from his behind she rested her head on his thigh. 

"Now I'm gonna eat your pussy, sis," he told Rita. 

Rita didn't say a word. But she could hardly wait for her brother to 
entertain her with his tongue. He clasped her breasts. He massaged one bosom 
while he licked and nibbled at the other. She liked it when his teeth bore 
down gently on her nipples. It got them harder. 

"Feels good, Randy," she whispered dreamily. 

Randy's tongue gently eased down to her crotch. His hands reached underneath 
her. He gripped her buttocks as his tongue stabbed into her hungrily. Randy 
loved the aroma of her pussy. He thrilled to the taste of her delicious 
juices. He let his tongue lick up and down her love button. He knew how to 
do it. He'd done it with, other girls. Now he was doing it with his own 
beautiful sister, Rita. How fortunate he was, he reasoned, to have such a 
gorgeous sister. He knew that eventually all men would want to eat her. He 
was going to be the first. 

Now he could taste her. He loved the delicious scent of her pussy. But even 
more than that he loved the fabulous taste of her. He nibbled her clit. She 
started dripping pussy juices. This was exactly what he wanted. He quickly 
swept his tongue back and forth across her crotch. Now she was cuming. 

"Eat me," she exclaimed. 

Nibbling her clit, he got her gushing. With lips pressed suction-cup tight. 
Randy sucked his sister's pussy. 

Once he'd finished eating her hot snatch, he pulled his tongue out. 

"You're delicious," he smiled. 

Then he looked at her ass again. He started licking it. Rita never knew that 
it could fell so good to have her brother's tongue slapping back and forth 
across her bare behind. But she knew it now. His fingers twitched inside of 
her pussy as his tongue went on licking around her bare bottom. Finally his 
tongue slid into her asshole. She loved the double erotic sensations of his 
tongue invading her asshole while his fingers worked in her pussy. It was 
obvious he was fascinated with her behind. Rita couldn't help wonder why. 
Was her ass that beautiful? It didn't take her long to realize what he 
intended to do. 

At this point he knelt beneath her. He raised her up so her ass cheeks 
rested on his thighs. He pointed his penis at her ass. He spit in his hand 
and applied some of his own spit to his cock. 

"I'm gonna fuck your ass," he smiled as he slipped his saliva-slickened cock 
between her bare buttocks. 

With a hard, forceful stab, he rode forward. 

"Ouch!" Rita exclaimed as she felt Randy's thick cock slipping up her 
asshole. 

She was enjoying it intensely. So was he. 

He was ramming hard now. 

"Fuck it," he panted as he pushed it to her. "That's the way to do it, 
darling. Come on, fuck it." 

Rita wiggled her butt. Her brother's cock rammed hard. He rode it all the 
way up her asshole. His eyes were ablaze with sexual excitement as he went 
on fucking. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "Twist your tail. That's how it's done, honey, 
grind your hips." 

She twisted around. He was really getting a charge out of it. 

"Oh, baby," he panted as he pushed it into her, "now you're doing it. Just 
like I like it. Fuck it off." 

All at once the hot white load of cum shot up her asshole. She twisted 
around and milked him. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "Your ass is on fire." 

Randy went on slipping it to her. More sperm spurted out of his penis tip. 
He realized she had gotten him so turned on that he was aiming like crazy. 

 Chapter Two 

When Rita graduated from high school and got a job at a modeling agency, she 
soon discovered how much it meant to be beautiful. 

For her boss, Henry Carmichael, was crazy about her body. He loved the 
curvaceous buttocks she possessed and told her so. 

When he first took her measurements and insisted that she take off all of 
her clothes, she thought that he was being terribly fresh. But little did 
she realize how much to her advantage hs preoccupation with her bare body 
would be. 

Once he had finished taking her measurements and complimented her, he told 
her what he expected. 

"For the girls who get all the work," he laughed, "I expect a little action 
myself, if you know what I mean." 

Mr. Carmichael winked and slapped her bare buttocks. It bothered her. She 
was certain that he had sex on his mind. 

"I think I read you," she said nervously. 

"It's going to be to your benefit," he assured her, "to give me some free 
entertainment. You'll get plenty of work. The girls who don't give, don't 
get. You understand?" 

She nodded. At that point Mr. Carmichael dropped to his knees. He looked at 
her bare buttocks and kissed them. Then she spun around and his tongue went 
into her pussy. She reached down and gripped his head. 

"Mr. Carmichael," she told him, "what in blazes are you trying to do?" 

"Don't be gross," he complained. "You know, I want to eat your pussy. Why do 
you think I'm here on my knees with a napkin around my neck?' She laughed. 

"Feeding time, eh?" she smiled as she did finally catch on to why he wore 
that ridicu- lous linen napkin around his neck. 

She gripped his head and pushed her pussy in regular movements. His tongue 
flipped inside of her. 

"Hey, you've got a long tongue," she told him. "Lick it. Go ahead, lover, 
lick my snatch." 

Mr. Carmichael was proving what a good lover he was. His tongue invaded the 
private precincts of her pussy. He was sucking on her now. She enjoyed it 
immensely. 

"Hey, speedy," she told him, "I love the way your tongue lashes my love 
button. You're on, baby." 

Indeed he was on. He knew where it was at and he was going to get a piece of 
ass. 

He went on licking and sucking on her pussy until she was ready to juice. 
But she wanted to hang on a little longer. She pulled back so she wouldn't 
instantly cum in his face. 

"I hope you mean to keep your word, tiger," she told him as she went on 
pumping. 

It bothered him to think she would mention business at a time like this. How 
commercial could she get? It was terribly gross, Mr. Carmichael thought. But 
as he caught a whiff of her pussy and tasted the delicious juices about 
ready to flow, he decided it would be better to nibble her clit and get a 
gusher than complain. 

Nibbling her clit, he got what he expected. The juicy pussy thrilled him. He 
licked and loved it. 

When Mr. Carmichael got to his feet she figured it was time to get a job. 

"I'm ready to go to work," she told him. 

"I figured as much," he told her. "Bend over, baby, and I'll stick it up 
your ass." 

Mr. Carmichael planted his hands firmly on Rita's behind. He wasted no time. 
Applying his own spit to his penis shaft, he flipped it between her ass 
crack. 

"Bend over a little farther," he said in a lusty voice. 

She bent over. His thick penis plunged between her ass crack. 

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Come on, baby, fuck it." 

With a deep, driving cock stab he slammed into her. She felt the world was 
coming to an end as he conquered her great divide. 

"I've got it in there, baby," he panted as he thrust in. "Oh, that feels 
beautiful. Twist it for me." 

She ground her hips around. 

"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, yes, baby. I love it. Just like 
that. Come on. Beauti- fill." 

She was becoming more and more aroused. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to do it. Come on, fuck it off. 
That's what I want you to' do. Oh, baby, fuck. Fuck it." 

He went on ramming into her. She was getting more and more aroused. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her excitedly. "Now we're doing it. Pump it. Oh, 
baby, I love it. Keep it up." 

Bending over, Mr. Carmichael reached for Rita's breasts. He gripped them 
with his full hand. He let his fingers pinch the nipples. 

"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "when you twist your tail you drive me out 
of my mind. Keep it up." 

She ground her hips around. He thrilled to her movements. 

"Yes, yes," he gasped eagerly, "that's what I want you to do. Now you're 
fucking. Come on, fuck it." 

With deep, driving cock stabs he continued. She was so excited now she was 
shaking. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "just like I like it. Keep it up. Now, baby, now." 

It wasn't going to be much longer. She loved the sensation. 

"Yes, yes," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Keep fucking me. I 
want it." 

She could feel him plowing into her asshole. She could tell he was ignited. 
His balls slapped against her bare bottom as he fiercely fucked her. At the 
same time his hand reached for her pussy. Slipping two fingers into her 
vagina, he began manipulating her clit. 

"That's it, baby," he told her. "Twist it for me. Now you're doing it. Just 
like I like it. Oh, baby, fuck it off. Yes. You're on!" 

With continued cock stabs he thrilled her. She knew that it wasn't going to 
be much longer before he was cuming. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how much this means to me. Come on. 
Milk it.'? 

At that point Mr. Carmichael was climaxing. Rita's ass muscles seized his 
cock. She squeezed the cream out of it. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "You're a super ass fuck." 

When he'd finished fucking her he slowly withdrew. Then he looked at her 
with a happy, pleased smile on his face. 

"Did you enjoy it?" 

"You'll never know how much," she smiled at him. 

Rita wasted no time in getting dressed and getting out of there. If she was 
going to have to put up with such nonsense, she figured it wasn't worth it. 
She left Mr. Carmichael standing there with his cock dangling between his 
legs and a puzzled frown forming on his face. 

"That's no way to treat me," he complained. "Come back here. I wanted to eat 
your pussy." 

Rita didn't look back. She went home. She was getting more and more 
disgusted. 

She spoke with her father about relocating. 

"Daddy," she told her father, "I've got to find a place where I can work 
where people won't pay attention to me sexually." . "It's going to be 
difficult," he told her. "With your bod, it really turns them on. They don't 
mean to get so excited, honey, but they do." 

"I'm only too aware of that," she told her father, "and it disturbs me. I 
wish there was some way that I could be left alone." 

"Honey, I know what you mean," he told her. "But it isn't easy. These days 
men just turn oh. They look at a girl's breasts and glance at her legs and 
then imagine what her pussy would be like in bed." 

"If s too bad people are so sexually obsessed," Rita said, noticing how her 
father was paying attention to her bosoms at this moment. 

"We're only human," he smiled knowingly, letting his eyes sweep across her 
body. 

"Daddy," she told him, "if I didn't know you were a decent man I would 
almost think you were turning on with me." 

"Maybe I am," he told her. 

"Forget it, daddy," she warned him. "I'm not interested. Not interested at 
all." 

Her father realized she was telling the truth. Nevertheless, he was obsessed 
to have something to do with her. 

"Pve been wanting to look at you for a long time," he revealed. 

Rita looked at him with shock and dismay. 

"Daddy, that's indecent," she told him. 

"Indecent or not," he told her, "I would like to examine your breasts. 
They're so beautiful." 

Rita was annoyed. 

"Have you no pride?" 

"No, but I sure have a hard-on," he chuckled. 

Glancing at her father's crotch, Rita realized he was telling the truth. 

"I think I'd better be going now while I still can," she told him nervously. 

"Right on," he smiled as he got to his feet and unzipped his fly, reached in 
and pulled out his huge penis. 

"What am I gonna do about this?" he ques- tioned her. 

"That's your problem," she told him. 

Her father shook his head with a wry smile forming on his face. 

"Wrong," he told her. "That's my pecker. And it's loaded. Come on, baby, why 
don't you slip your mouth around it and give me a good cock suck." 

"Daddy," Rita exclaimed, "you've got a nerve." 

"I've got a lot of nerves," he told her, "and they're all down here, around 
my crotch. Look at my balls, baby. They're swelling. My cock is getting 
bigger." 

Rita glanced at his penis. Sure enough he was getting larger. 

"Well what do you expect me to do about it, daddy?" she asked him. 

"Get on your knees," he told her, "and suck me. 

She got on her knees. She pulled her father's penis to her lips. The tip of 
her tongue lashed at his cock. 

"Come on," he told her, "do more than lick it. Let me stick it in your mouth 
so you can suck on it. You'll love it. And when it shoots, baby, you want to 
be there to catch it all." 

Closing her eyes, Rita let her father plunge his thick penis into her mouth. 

"That's beautiful," he told her excitedly. "Oh, baby, now you're blowing. 
Come on, suck me. Suck me." 

With deep cock stabs he rammed into her. She was becoming more and more 
aroused. 

"That's the way to make it," he told her. "Come on, baby, suck it. Suck my 
big juicy dick." 

Reaching out she fumbled around in his shorts for his balls. She pulled them 
out, too. Her fingers began massaging and manipulating them. He loved the 
erotic sensation she was creating in his crotch. 

"Suck it," he told her, "suck my pecker. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Suck it 
off. That's the way to do it. Now you're sucking. Suck it, baby." 

She was using her mouth expertly. It pleased her father that she was doing 
such a good job for him. 

"Lick it," he told her. "Oh, darling, lick your daddy's dick. Suck. That's 
it. Oh, wow!" 

At this point she was trembling. She could taste her father starting to 
juice. She wanted his full load. 

"Ohhh, baby," he panted, "let me give it to you. I want to shoot it in your 
mouth. I want you to suck it all out." 

All at once his cock exploded. The hot white cream shot into her mouth. She 
gulped hungrily. 

"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "that's the way to do it. Oh, baby, you're 
beautiful. Suck it off." 

The hot white sperm shot down her throat. She could taste it. Pulling back 
she let some of his sperm spill in her mouth. She rolled it around on the 
tip of her tongue. 

"Yes, yes," she cried eagerly, "give me some more." 

"Get your sucking mouth back on my dick and I will," her father told her. 

It disgusted him that she had taken her mouth off his penis at all. 

She slipped her mouth back on his shaft. She sucked joyously. And he went on 
thrusting into her. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're beautiful. Just like I like it. Now you're 
doing it. Eat it, sweetheart. Eat it." 

She joyfully gulped more of his juices. When she finally did slide her mouth 
off his cock she could see his tongue hanging out. He wiggled his tongue and 
his expression told her exactly what he desired. 

"I know how to use my tongue in you, baby," he assured her. "Just let me 
drive it in your pretty pink pussy." 

Rita figured she might as well give him everything. She undressed 
completely. As her father caught sight of her naked body, he became hotter 
than ever before. 

"Yes, sweetheart," he smiled, "I want to slip my tongue inside you. I want 
to have a nice tongue ride." 

He knew exactly how to do it. His tongue flipped back and forth across her 
clit. And then he nosed in and plunged his tongue in rapid-fire movements 
until she was prepared for him to eat her. 

His hands clasped her bare buttocks. His tongue went on slipping 
rhythmically in and out of her pussy. 

"Eat me," she cried anxiously. "Yes. Oh, daddy, I like your long tongue. Eat 
me." 

Her father's rapid-fire tongue stabs pleased her. She was so aroused now she 
was shaking. 

"Do it," she told him. "That's the way. Oh, daddy, do it." 

She enjoyed the warmth of his tongue. She marveled at his skill in flipping 
it around inside of her. 

"Eat me," she cried anxiously. "Yes, yes, daddy. Just like I love it. Now 
you're doing it" Her father's tongue flipped gingerly about inside of her. 
And then he fingered her asshole. It felt good to have his finger slipping 
up her rectum. He pumped his finger smoothly. "Oh, yes," she begged him, "I 
love it when you stab your finger up my ass while you eat my box." 

Indeed she did love it. She was the girl who appreciated raw, blunt sex. And 
her father was skillfully demonstrating his ability to entertain her with 
his tongue and finger movements. 

His tongue tasted her. The taste of her love juices triggered him on. For he 
thrilled to the delicious scent and taste. This increased the tempo of his 
tongue lashing her love button. As it flipped up and down her hungrily, she 
wanted to feel his teeth bear down on her clit. , Reaching down she gripped 
her father's head and held him in place. 

"Nibble me," she begged. "Go ahead. Nibble my clit." 

His teeth bore down just as she wanted them to. And then she came. 

"Yes, yes," she cried anxiously as she locked her legs around him. 

He pulled his finger from her asshole, clasped her firm ass cheeks and held 
her in place as he ate her box. 

When he'd finished devouring her he slid his tongue away. 

"Oh, darling," he told her, "that was so much fun. You're delicious." 

She was hoping that he would let her alone. She wanted to get away from him 
as well. It seemed as if everywhere Rita turned she was confronted with the 
horrible fact people wanted to bed down with her. 

"There's one thing I haven't tried yet," he told her. 

"Don't tell me," Rita said as she felt his hands caressing her ass cheeks, 
"I would rather not know." 

"It's your ass," he told her. "It really excites me." 

"Why?" she asked nervously. 

"It's the way it's curved," he told her. "I constantly see my dick slipping 
up there and entertaining you." 

"Forget about entertaining me," Rita insisted. 

"I'll confess," he said with a guilty look on his face, "I'm thinking of 
myself. I'm thinking of how much I would enjoy slipping it to you. 

Oh, baby, just give me the chance. I want it so bad." 

It was obviously the truth. But it meant nothing to her. She wasn't about to 
allow him entrance to her asshole. 

However, when he slid both hands under her buttocks and started positioning 
her she made one request. 

"Before you do it," she told him, "apply some Vaseline to your dick stick. 
I'm not gonna take it up there unless you do." 

The angry look in her eyes convinced him she was serious. 

"Of course," he said in a most accommodating manner, "I would never do it 
without." 

"I'm sure," Rita shrugged as she observed him going to the bathroom. 

Coming back he insisted she apply the Vaseline to his shaft. 

"It would make me feel I'm playing with myself if I did it," he told her. 

"All right," she agreed. 

She uncapped the Vaseline jar, dipped in and then used her forefinger to 
apply it to the length of his hard penis. 

"That feels so good," he told her. 

"Maybe I should just jerk it off with Vaseline," she suggested. "That would 
satisfy me." 

He shook his head indignantly. 

"But it wouldn't satisfy me. Oh, baby, I want it all coated and slick so it 
will slip in quick." 

Now that it was ready he thought it would be interesting if she got on the 
floor. 

"When you're on the floor on all fours like an animal," he explained, "it 
really gets me horny. I don't know why but it does. It seems so primitive." 

Rita accommodated his lusty desire. She got on the floor on all fours. He 
got behind her. He gripped her buttocks. He held them in place. 

"I'm gonna slip it to you, baby," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck your asshole 
good." 

He plunged his penis into her. With deep, driving cock stabs he rammed it 
home. His balls bounced ruthlessly against her ass cheeks as he fucked. 

"Ohhh," he gasped, "does that ever feel good. Come on, baby, fuck it. Now 
you're doing it. Puck it. Fuck it." 

He was ramming in hard now. 

"Keep it up," he told her. "Thaf s how you do it. Oh, baby, screw it." 

Rita twisted her behind. Her father enjoyed ravishing her. He liked to ram 
it in one direction and have her twist the other way. She was picking up 
various methods of pleasing a man in this unique sexual manner. 

"I'm gonna drive it to the right," he guided her. "You twist your ass to the 
left. That's corkscrew fucking. Sure, baby, that's it." 

Rita was a quick learner. As he rammed his cock in to the right, she twisted 
to the left. They continued this for a few moments and then she bent all the 
way over. All he could see now were her upraised buttocks. He squeezed her 
creamy ass cheeks until they were red. He continued plunging deeply into 
her. 

"Come on, baby," he gasped excitedly, "grind your ass. That's the way to do 
it. Fuck me. Fuck me." 

He was enjoying her enormously. He was pleased with her performance. For she 
was patting a lot into it. 

"Hang tight, honey," he told her. "It won't be much longer. I'm almost 
there." 

She could tell from the way he was driving into her with penetrating jabs he 
was telling the truth. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he urged her. "Hang in there. I'll make it in a minute." 

All of the sudden she felt him cuming. His hot white sperm jetted up her 
asshole. She twisted around to milk it. 

"Oh, honey," he told her, "that's too much. I love it. Keep it up. Don't 
ever stop. I want you to fuck me. Oh, baby, you're doing it beautiful. Fuck 
me." 

The erotic thrills that shot through her body had her shaking. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped as he stabbed it in until she pegged him to 
stop. 

"You've done it enough," she told him. "No more. Stop it. It's hurting." 

Apparently that was the very thing that he wanted. For the more it seemed to 
hurt her the more he seemed to get a charge out of it. 

"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Just like I 
love it. Keep it up. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it off." 

She wiggled her ass. The hot white sperm gushed up her asshole. She squeezed 
it for him. Now it was over. He patted her ass roughly as he eased his 
dripping-with-cum cock out of her behind. 

"You've sure got a great ass," he told her. 

"Maybe I should be in the business," she replied. 

"You know it, baby." 

 Chapter Three 

Rita decided that she was going to move away from her parents' place. 

She didn't want to carry on lustfully like this with her father. 

She took the money she had earned working summers and left home. All she 
left for her father was a note explaining that she had to make the big move. 

She thought a good place to go would be New York City. She had read so much 
about New York that she was fascinated with it. Certainly there was danger, 
but she thought she could handle herself. The first thing she did was take 
some karate classes. It was difficult for her to learn how to protect 
herself. Nevertheless, she figured she knew enough now to get a job. 

Rita found employment at a modeling agency. She was a receptionist. The 
woman in charge of the place made it a point to tell her, "Don't get too 
friendly with the girls. If you do, you can't control them. They're all a 
bunch of difficult problem people. The good-looking girls are spoiled 
rotten. It's their society." 

"You don't have to worry about me," she told the woman. "I think I know how 
to take care of everything." 

"I do hope so, honey," the woman told her frankly, "as I have gotten tired 
of it all. T wish I could quit." 

Bita made the appointments and everything went fine for her. She didn't 
think she was going to have many problems. However, one night when she was 
walking near the Plaza Hotel she happened to meet a nice-looking older man 
who introduced himself in a most charming manner. 

"How are you this evening, young lady?" 

"Fine thank you," she told him. 

"You've got to watch out talking to Strang- ers," the man warned her. "There 
are a lot of creeps in this world. Sex maniacs and the like. You can't be 
too careful." 

"That's for sure," she agreed. 

The man introduced himself. 

"I'm Nick Mosley," he told her, "and you are . . . ?" 

"I'm Rita Saunders," she told him. 

"Rita, could I buy you a drink?" he asked her. 

"I guess so," she told him. 

Even though Nick wasn't certain of her age, he figured he could get by. 
However, the bartender instantly detected she was too young to drink with 
him. 

"I've got to see your identification, young lady," he informed her flatly. 

She looked at Nick. 

"You are twenty-one, aren't you?" he whispered. 

Rita shook her head. They left together. She felt so embarrassed that she 
wanted to make it up to him. 

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Nick," she apologized. 

"It's all right," he told her. "But I wish you would have told me. It 
bothers me when I'm pat on the spot like that." 

"Nick," she told him, "I guess I'd better be going back to my apartment. I 
live across from the Carnegie." 

"Honey, why don't you go see my place," he told her. "I have a beautiful 
apartment. We have a great view of the city. We could have drinks and talk 
about things." She shook her head. 

"Every man that I've ever gone out with has tried to put the make on me. So 
I'm afraid HI have to pass, Nick." Nick shook his head sadly and innocently. 
"It's dreadful," he told her, "you just can't trust anybody these days. A 
lot of hookers try to put the make on me, too." 

"You're not a bad-looking man, Nick," she admitted, "and I can see why." 

"I promise I won't lay a finger on you," he told her, "if you'd just like a 
friendly chat with me. You will enjoy the view." 

Rita agreed. They took a taxi to his place which was a few blocks away. As 
she entered the apartment house she noticed a guard at the door. "Guess 
things aren't too safe around here." "No, they aren't," he admitted. "As a 
matter of fact, we live in perpetual fear. That's awful, isn't it?" 

"You bet it is," she said sadly. "I wish the world was different than it 
obviously is." 

He brought out a bottle of whiskey and suggested he could fix her a whiskey 
sour. 

"I'd prefer a Tom Collins, if you don't mind," she told him. 

Nick laughed. 

"You kids all drink young, don't you?" 

She nodded and smiled at him. As they sipped their drinks and looked out the 
picture window overlooking the lights of New York, Nick told her a few 
things about himself. 

"I came here from Chicago," he explained, "and I have hit it lucky. I'm in 
the importing business." 

"Apparently you've done very well, Nick." 

"Yes, I have everything I want but happiness," he said sadly. 

"I'm just starting here," she admitted, "and it's difficult when you're 
beginning, Nick." 

Finally Nick admitted that he did want something of her. 

"I'll confess," he slurred as he had too much to drink, "I wanted to see 
your beautiful body in the buff." 

"I couldn't undress for you," she said flatly. "For if I did it would only 
lead to sex: You know that's what you're thinking of." 

"I am different," Nick insisted. "If I could just look at you. That would he 
enough." 

Finally Nick convinced Rita that it wouldn't be dangerous for her to strip. 
Slowly she slid out of her clothes. When he. caught sight of her beautiful 
bosoms, he licked his lips in anticipation. 

"Don't do that, Nick," she insisted. "You said you wouldn't get aroused." 

"I can't help myself," he smiled. 

She didn't want to pull off her panties at this point. But Nick wanted more 
than ever to see what she looked like. Coming over to her he tugged the 
elastic waistband of her panties and then he slid a hand inside and felt of 
her moistening mound. 

"You're beautiful all over," he smiled. 

Finally she was coaxed to pull off her panties. 

"Turn around," Nick smiled affectionately. 

She turned around. And then he looked at her big bosoms. 

"Wow!" he told her. "You sure have a gorgeous pair of knockers and what an 
ass. I've never seen a girl who could stimulate me more." 

She started to dress. 

"Why don't you let me just look at you while I jack offr It bothered her to 
think that Nick was this aroused. She felt it wouldn't hurt perhaps if she 
did have sex with him. Yet she was fearful. She wanted to keep her ladylike 
pose. It was nice being treated as something special. 

"I know that nobody has ever asked you to do anything like this before," 
Nick smiled sheepishly, "but it would mean an awful lot to me if I could 
pull on my pecker and look at you. Just keep turning around." 

She turned around slowly as she watched him unzipping his fly. Reaching in 
his pants Nick pulled out his long, hard shaft. He reached in again and 
fumbled around for his balls. Now he was pumping on his penis while he 
gently caressed his balls. 

"Play with it," he told her. 

Naked now, Rita walked over to him. She sat down close to him and let her 
hands wander over his cock. 

"That feels so good," he told her. "Keep your fingers playing with it. Oh, 
baby, you're beautiful." 

She was enjoying providing Nick with sexual stimulation. But at the same 
time she was thinking of wild things she could do to entertain him. Finally 
she bent over and brushed her great bosoms across his balls. Nick's cock 
quivered. "Rita," he whispered, "why don't you stick your tongue out and 
lick it like a lollipop?" 

His words hypnotized her. Bending over she let her tongue gently slide back 
and forth across the head of his shaft. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her eagerly, "that feels good. Lick it. Suck me." 

She was prepared now to provide him with the erotic arousal he wanted so 
much. Not only did her breasts crush against his balls, but her mouth 
slipped over his shaft and soon she was sucking on him. 

"Suck it off," he whispered anxiously. "Suck, baby, suck. That's how you do 
it. Oh, sweetheart, suck my juicy dick load." 

Opening her mouth she finally let him slip it inside. Nick rammed it down 
her throat. He was enjoying it enormously now. Reaching for Rita's head he 
held her in place. 

"Suck my pecker," he panted. "Suck it good. That's what I want. Now you're 
sucking it. Come on, cock sucker, suck it." 

She figured she would do as he requested. She found he was enjoying it more 
every moment. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he begged her anxiously, "that's how I like it. Now you're 
sucking. Come on, sweetheart, suck. Suck it." 

Now he was turning on. His hands gripped her head. He held her in place. 

"Rita," he exclaimed, "suck my pecker. Suck it good." 

The young girl remembered how she had made it with her other lovers. She did 
her best to give him a super suck. Her tongue whipped around the head of his 
shaft. And then she could feel him spurting. His hot white load shot into 
her mouth. She gulped hungrily. 

"Eat it," he begged. "Let me see you swallow it. Oh, baby, it's gonna taste 
good. Suck my seed." 

Nick needed Rita to demonstrate how much it meant to her to eat his cock 
juice. He remembered all too vividly the ugly incidents with women who would 
spit out his precious seed. This beautiful young girl with her sensuous red 
lips clasped over his penis tip was more than willing to gobble his juice. 
Apparently she had been well trained. His hands caressed her cheeks as he 
watched her suck and swallow his sperm. 

Pulling her mouth off his penis she licked her lips. 

"Taste good, honey?" Nick nodded happily. 

"You bet your sweet ass it did," she winked. 

At that point Nick figured it wouldn't hurt to get a little ass suck action. 

"How about rim jobs?" he asked Rita. 

He pulled off his pants and shorts and raised up his ass. 

"Get down there, baby," he told her, "and see what you can do with your 
tongue." 

Rita spared nothing. She got down around his crotch. Her hands clasped his 
bare bottom and her tongue slid back and forth across his ass cheeks. 

"Oh, suck it," he told her, "suck it. Suck my butt." 

Rita's licking tongue movements pleased Nick. He enjoyed the way her hands 
gripped his buttocks as she closed her eyes and let her tongue sweep over 
his tingling ass. 

"Don't be afraid to slip it right up my asshole," he told .her. "I'll pay 
you anything you want. Oh, Rita, lick it." 

Rita had never thought in terms of getting paid for performing sexually. It 
bothered her that Nick was thinking of her as a hustler type. She had read 
plenty of those books about hustling. That was the last thing she. wanted to 
do. 

Pulling her tongue out of his ass, she complained, "I'm not doing this for 
money," she pouted. "I never said you were," Nick caught himself quickly. "I 
was only thinking of a little token of my esteem. Something you might slip 
on your finger." 

"That's different," Rita nodded. "I wish I could have a pearl ring. One with 
diamonds set on both sides." 

"Go back to eating my ass," Nick said, realizing what a hooker mentality she 
possessed, "and we'll talk about it later. All right?" 

"Sure, Nick," she said, displaying new enthusiasm as she thought about what 
she might get from him. 

Her tongue licked and lapped at his bare bottom once more. But that wasn't 
enough for Nick. No way. He wanted to feel her tongue plunging up his 
asshole and he didn't hesitate to tell her so. 

"Come on, baby," he told her, "don't be bashful. Stiffen your tongue and 
stab it right up Nick's tender behind. I would love that." 

She held his ass firmly as her tongue stabbed up his rectum. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Suck my 
butt. Suck my asshole." 

She went on letting her tongue slide smoothly in and out of his tight, 
twisting rectum. He twisted about and her movements continued. 

"Eat my butt," he told her. "Suck. Suck my sweet ass." 

She reached up and began pulling on his penis. It was hard now and she got a 
big charge out of jacking him. 

"Get the rhythm," Nick told her. "That's it. Pull quick. Now you're doing 
it. Oh I love it. Keep that up. Yes. Keep it up." 

She was developing a certain rhythm with her hand movements. Nick picked up 
on it immediately. He loved the tingling sensations that stimulated his 
body. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to excite a guy. Now you're 
doing it, love. Keep it up." 

She went on pulling on his penis. His balls tingled. 

"Eat me," he begged. "Suck my asshole. Oh, baby, do me." 

Her tremendous tongue stabs up his ass combined with her hand grabs on his 
cock had him ready to explode. 

"Baby," he told her, "why don't you let me slide it to you from behind? You 
sucked it once. It was super. But let's see how it feels to slide it up your 
asshole." 

"Have any Vaseline handy?" Rita asked as she pulled her tongue from his 
twisting ass. 

Nick nodded. He got off the chair where he held his legs apart so she could 
have easy access to his behind and went to the bathroom. Returning with the 
Vaseline he began applying it to his penis. 

"Here, let me do it," she suggested, taking it away from him. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she used her hand effectively 
to pull on his penis. 

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "You're really catching on. Oh, 
baby, I love that." 

Now she thought it would be interesting if she got on the floor on all 
fours. 

"Dog-style, Nick?" she grinned as she got on the floor and looked up at him. 

Nick marveled at her willingness. 

"Right on," he replied. 

Mounting her he slipped his cock between her ass crack. With a hard, 
plunging stab he rode into her. 

"Fuck it off," he panted as he thrust it into her. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now 
you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck." 

Now she was providing him with all of the erotic excitement he could take. 

"Swing," she told him, "swing your dick to the right and left. I'll, move my 
ass the opposite direction." 

Nick caught on to what she was doing. He thrust to the right and she twisted 
around. 

"Beautiful," he panted as he began massaging and caressing her bare bottom. 
He enjoyed ravishing Rita's behind. He didn't hesitate to tell her how good 
she was at this. "You've got a talent for this," he panted as he pumped it 
into her. "You've got those movements down cold." 

It pleased Rita that she could give him such a super ass fuck. She was also 
imagining the kind of ring that he might get her. Perhaps it would be three 
diamonds. She would prefer that to one pearl and two diamonds. All of these 
thoughts were going through her mind while Nick was focusing on her ass and 
her movements. It was amazing how she could have two thoughts going on at 
the same time. One about a monetary award and the other about giving him a 
good performance. 

Nick's thick prick stabbed hard now. 

"I'm almost there," he told her. "Just keep swinging your ass. Now, baby, 
now. Oh, hang tight. I'll make it in a minute." 

Nick pulled his slippery cock from her asshole. He pressed it between her 
buttocks. More sperm spurted from his penis tip. She enjoyed the hot juice 
as it splashed on her back. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed as she turned around. 

"You enjoy having my pecker slipping up your ass?" he demanded. 

"You bet," she nodded and reached for his limp cock. 

 Chapter Four 

Rita told Nick where she worked. 

When Nick showed up with a small jewelry box, she was delighted. Opening the 
box she saw the beautiful pearl set between two small but bright diamonds. 

"A token of my esteem," he told her. 

"Thank you, Nick," she grinned. 

The woman in charge of the modeling agency looked at her suspiciously. 

"Could I speak to you, Rita?" she asked her. 

Getting Rita aside she told her a few things. 

"If there's one thing that you can't do around this place, it's to bring in 
a sugar daddy. Understand?" 

"I'm sorry," Rita apologized. 

"Congratulations," the woman smiled sardonically, "but it's just that I 
don't want you to set a bad example for the other girls. They should be so 
lucky." 

That night Rita met Nick. But Nick had a friend with him. 

"This is a business associate of mine," he introduced him. "This is Glenn. 
Glenn, meet Rita." 

"Please to meet you, I'm sure," Rita smiled nervously. 

"I told Glenn what a great woman you are," Nick confessed, "and he said he 
had to meet you." 

"No, Rita," he chuckled, "I said I had to eat you." 

Rita shrugged. 

"That's what I was afraid of," she admitted candidly. 

Before the evening was over, Glenn had made arrangements to take her home. 

"Can I trust you, Glenn?" she asked him point blank. 

"No way," he told her, "I'm too horny tonight. You will have to go along 
with me." 

Glenn looked like a husky football player. She discovered that he was. He 
had retired from football at the age of thirty-two and become a sales 
representative for a large mid-western firm. His periodic trips to New York 
were charges, he claimed. 

"I get away from the wife and kids for a while," he admitted, "and it's fun 
to meet a nice girl and have a good time. My wife is a Puritan by instinct." 

"That's too bad," she told him. 

Glenn insisted on going in to her apartment when he had taken her home. Then 
he wanted to stay. From his briefcase he pulled out a small silver flask. 

"Will you join me?" 

"Fm not old enough to drink," she told him candidly. 

"Are you old enough to suck?" Glenn chuckled. 

That got her. She didn't appreciate his boldness. More than that, she 
thought he was being Very crude. She gave him a sock in the jaw that was no 
more than a tap. But he got the point. 

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I suck. I'm proud of being a pussy eater. One 
time I won a pussy eater award with our football orgy." 

"That's nice," she grimaced. 

"It really was," he explained. "We had this beautiful girl we rented for the 
night. She was supposed to take care of ten of us guys. She spread 
magnificently. I was the one who got her to cum the most times. So I won the 
pussy-eater award tongues down." 

At this point Rita began feeling a surge of lust go through her for him. For 
she could see he was getting a hard-on just talking about it. 

"You're a horny character, aren't you?" she smiled. 

"You'd better believe it," he told her, "and right now I'm imagining all of 
the things I could do to you. That is, if you are game." 

At this point Rita began a slow strip. It intrigued Glenn as he sat there 
sipping on his silver whiskey flask. 

"I can't wait to see your pussy," he told her. "I've got some wild ideas 
about what we can do. I've got them tucked in my briefcase." 

When she had reduced her clothes to panty and bra, his eyes opened wide. He 
came over to her and ripped off her panties and pulled off her bra. 

"Take it easy, Glenn," she complained. "Are you a sex fiend or something?" 

"I hope so," he laughed. "Sex fiends have the most fun." 

He looked at her beautiful naked body. He dropped to his knees in adoration. 
He gripped her hips and let his tongue slip along her slit. Suddenly he was 
plunging his tongue into her vagina. 

"Stop it, Glenn," she begged, "don't do that." 

Her pleas were of no avail. For Glenn's passionate tongue was sliding inside 
of her box. He had gotten the scent and taste of her pussy. That was enough 
to trigger him on. Beaching down she let her fingers slide through his hair. 

"There there, baby," she whispered enticingly, lick it. I guess my pussy is 
bait for your tongue." 

His tongue whipped around in her. And then he gripped her buttocks and 
caressed them. 

"You're dynamite, baby," she told him, "and what a tongue you've got. Oh, 
honey, keep it up. I love it." 

His tongue licked up and down her clit. Exploring with his tongue in her 
pussy, he tasted her beginning to juice. Hastily he let his teeth bear down 
lightly on her clit. She was gUSh- ing as he licked and sucked on her love 
button. 

"Eat me," she cried passionately; "yes. baby, eat me." 

He continued whipping his tongue around in her. She got so aroused at this 
point she was trembling. 

"I love it," he told her. "Oh, baby, tiiat's beautiful" Finishing devouring 
her he pulled his tongue from her pussy. He smiled up at her enticingly. 

"I've got all sorts of things planned," he told her. "Wait'll I show you in 
my briefcase." 

Glenn could hardly wait to open his briefcase. He wanted her to see the wild 
idea he was thinking of. 

When she caught sight of the dildo in his briefcase, she shook her head in 
amazement "What on earth are you doing with that thing?" 

"Two cocks are better than one," he winked at her. 

Glenn began stripping. She got the point. 

"I read you," she observed. "You'll be sticking it in my asshole and my 
pussy at the same time. Are you gonna slide your own cock or the dildo up my 
ass?" 

He waited for a moment before he replied. Then he suggested slyly, "Turn 
around. Let me see your ass." 

When she had turned around and he caught sight of her ripe ass cheeks, he 
knew what he had in mind. "Baby, I think I'll slip my dick up your asshole. 
The plastic pecker will do for your pussy." 

It did give her a funny feeling to watch him strap on the dildo. 

"It'll slide up your pussy nice and easy" he told her. "Don't you worry 
about a thing." "I'll try not to," she assured him, "but I will be worried. 
After all, I have a sensitive asshole. Your cock looks mighty big, lover." 

"Mentioning my pecker," he told her, "why don't you give it a warm-up with 
your mouth. Or aren't you a mouth girl?" 

"I don't mind," she agreed. 

They got on the bed together. He pulled the dildo off and figured he would 
let her do some sucking before he fucked her. 

Straddling Rita's breasts he slowly eased his cock between them. 

"I want to massage my cock with your beautiful bosoms," he smiled. 

She enjoyed the feel of his rock-hard cock slipping back and forth between 
her soft breast flesh. His hands reached out and fondled her bosoms 
adoringly as he pressed. 

"Best thing of all," he told her, "is when you tickle the tip of my dick 
with your tongue." 

Rising up he gripped his cock and held it out to her. She reached for it. He 
removed his hand and let her clasp it. Then she brought it even with her 
mouth. Slowly she started sucking on the tip of it. 

"It's good for you," he told her. "Suck it. Go ahead, suck it." 

Slowly she began building up a suction in her mouth. She was sucking now 
just the way he liked it. 

"Keep eating it," he told her. "I like the way way you lick. Oh, darling, 
you're beautiful. Suck it. Suck it." 

She was building up a great suction in the head of his shaft. She reached 
for his balls. Just as she thought he was about to explode he told her to 
take her mouth off. 

"Honey, slip off it. I wont you to lick my nuts." 

She let his big penis head flip from her mouth. He moved up now. He swung 
his testicles over her face. 

"lick them," he begged. "Go ahead, sweetheart, lick my nuts." 

He was becoming more and more strongly aroused every moment. 

"That's the way," she told him. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. I really love 
that." 

If she kept this up much longer he knew he would be shooting. That was what 
he was aiming for. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "Keep it up. Lick my nuts. I love 
that." 

Glenn threw his head from side to side as he savored the thrills that she 
supplied with her mouth. 

Finally when he felt his balls tingling to the point of climax, he though it 
might be interesting to see if she would do something more. 

"Baby, release my balls," he whispered. "My ass needs licking." 

He moved forward. He let his buttocks sway over her face. Reaching up she 
clasped his ass cheeks as he slowly lowered himself. Rita's tongue slid 
gingerly back and forth across Glenn's bare bottom. 

"Lick me," he insisted. "Go ahead, stick your tongue right up my ass crease. 
That's what I want you to do. Oh, baby, now you're licking. Beautiful," Her 
tongue gently tickled the ass crack. Then she slowly inserted it into his 
rectum. He enjoyed it. He moved up and down ever so slowly. He wanted to 
make the erotic thrills last as long as possible. 

"Eat my butt," he begged. 

Reaching for his penis he slowly stroked himself. He closed his eyes and 
enjoyed the sensation of her tongue slipping up his tight rectum. He wanted 
to make it last as long as possible. 

"Yes, yes," he cried eagerly, "that feels so good. Keep it up." 

She continued pleasing him. He was so excited now he was trembling. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Stab it 
real fast now. Then I will get ready to fuck you. Forget the damned dildo. 
I'll slide it up your pussy fast and give you a real fuck." 

Glenn felt her tongue savagely attacking his ass. It drove up in rhythmic 
thrusts. He was so excited now he could hardly wait to slide into her hot, 
tight pussy. 

When he reached a certain peak of stimulation he pulled away. Then he 
gripped his cock, guiding himself into her hot pussy hole. 

"Fuck, baby," he told her, "fuck it. That's the way, fuck it good." 

With a deep, driving cock stab he rammed hard into her. She enjoyed the 
sensation. 

"Yes, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's like I like it. Fuck 
me. Grab my pecker with your pussy muscles." 

She gripped his cock with her vagina muscles. He went on pounding into her. 
Her hands gripped his shoulders. They wandered down to clasp his bare round 
ass cheeks. She squeezed his ass cheeks lovingly. Finally, parting Glenn's 
behind she let a finger slip up his rectum. Glenn enjoyed the way she 
massaged his prostate gland with her hand. 

"Yes, baby, yes," she urged him on, "I love that. You know how. Keep it up, 
baby. Oh, yes." 

Finally he rammed straight forward. Her pussy muscles went into high gear. 

"Now you're doing it," he told her enthusiastically. "Oh, baby, keep 
fucking. But don't scratch my back off. I don't want to be bleeding when I 
finish fucking you." 

Glenn could not help but remember some women he'd made it with. He 
remembered how intensely excited they became. And he also remembered 
bleeding. 

As his penis continued thrusting into her, she felt waves of erotic delight 
flashing in her body. 

"Yes, yes," she urged him, "that feels super. Oh, baby, keep fucking." 

Suddenly she was cuming. She couldn't stand it any longer. It aroused Glenn 
even more to see that she was juicing. His cock exploded in her pussy. 

"Milk it with your pussy muscles," he ordered her. "Oh, baby, now you're 
doing it. Just like I like it." 

She ground her hips around and seized his cock with her well-trained vagina 
muscles. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he enthused, "that feels super. Now you're doing it." 

He was glad that she could supply him with such kicks. When he pulled his 
thick prick from her pussy he lay beside her and began talking. 

"Nick didn't tell me much about you. Just said you were a good lay." 

"It's nice of him to say that," she said disgustedly. "Of course, I suppose 
that's the only kind of thing that he thinks of. Whether or not a girl is a 
good lay." 

"I can't think of anything more important," he smiled. 

She saw that she was taking it too seriously. She laughed. 

"You're right," she agreed. "You're damned right." 

He was caressing her buttocks with his hands. She wondered what he expected. 

"You like my ass" Glenn nodded and smiled. Then before she knew what was 
happening he had slid down and was placing his lips on her buttocks. 

"What are you doing?" she laughed as he caressed one ass cheek and licked 
the other. It made her feel edgy to have someone getting affectionate around 
such an intimate area. 

"I like your ass," he explained, "and I plan to fuck it. I hope you don't 
mind." 

She had to admit she enjoyed it. He knew how to swing his tongue back and 
forth. Finally Glenn was licking at her asshole. She spread her legs to make 
it more convenient for him. 

"Stick your tongue in there if you want to," she told him. 

His tongue plunged up her ass crack. She enjoyed the erotic arousal he was 
providing her. His fingers slipped into her pussy as his tongue stabbed. She 
could imagine what it would feel like if Glenn plunged his penis up her 
rectum. She hoped in a way that he would. She wanted to let him know how 
good she was at twisting her ass. 

"Fuck me," she told him, "go ahead. Screw my ass." 

Glenn figured it would be an interesting, erotic experience. As his tongue 
rode in and out of her asshole as if it were a small penis, she wiggled for 
him. He continued using his fingers to manipulate and excite her pussy. She 
enjoyed this pleasurable motion of his finger tips. 

"Keep it up, Glenn," she told him. "I like your tongue sliding up my ass. It 
feels super." 

Finally his cock was so hard and he was so hot to plunge it up her asshole 
that he pulled his fingers and his tongue out of her. He told her, "Have you 
got anything around here that I could use on my cock to make it slick so I 
could stab it up your butt?" 

"Sure, baby," she smiled knowingly. "Just a minute. I'll bring some Vaseline 
out to you." 

She got off the bed and went to the bathroom and returned with a jar of 
Vaseline. She tossed it to him. Glenn caught it and uncapped it. He dipped 
his finger in and applied it to his huge penis. She enjoyed the sight of him 
doing this. She figured it might be fun to massage his balls once she'd 
covered them with Vaseline, too. 

She used the Vaseline on Glenn's testicles. Then she gave him a ball 
massage. She slowly slipped her hand back and forth the length of his penis 
shaft and used her other hand for his ball massage. 

"I've got to hand it to you," Glenn acknowledged, "you know how to do 
everything. It feels great. Just keep pulling. That's nice. I love it when 
you tug on my nuts. Oh, yes. You're really gonna get the shaft. Right up 
your ass, baby." 

She could tell from the way he talked he had a pretty good opinion of 
himself. And she was certain he would be a very good stud man. For he had 
done some wonderful things with his tongue slipping and sliding around in 
her box and her ass crack. 

"What position do you want me in, Glenn?" she asked, her eyes misty and her 
voice dreamy. 

"I'd like you on your back," he informed her. "Then I can watch your face 
when I'm fucking you. I can slip my fingers into your pussy. I want to see 
the thrills register when I stab my prick up your butt." 

 Chapter Five 

Rita was fearful of Glenn. 

His penis seemed more like a pistol to her. And it was being aimed for her 
asshole. Glenn's firm hands gripped her soft ass flesh. With a hard, driving 
jab he forced his huge cock right up her rectum. She twisted and turned as 
he rode into her. 

"Fuck it, damn it," he exclaimed. "Twist your butt around. That's the way I 
like it. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck." 

With deep, penetrating cock stabs he rammed into her. 

"Keep it up," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. 
Fuck, baby, fuck." 

It was obvious to her that he obtained a certain measure of sadistic 
pleasure ramming in her ass in this crude manner. She tried to make the most 
of it. Bending over she felt his hands clasp her buttocks. He squeezed her 
ass cheeks as he jabbed it to her. 

"Fuck," he panted as he rammed. "That's the way, baby, fuck it off." Rita 
had to do the work all right. She kept her tail twisting. At the same time 
she made sure that her ass muscles were seizing his cock and squeezing as he 
drove into her. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her excitedly, "that's how I like it. Now you're 
doing it. Come on, baby, fuck it. Fuck it off." 

With deep strokes he went on stabbing into her. She didn't know how much 
more of this she could take. She hoped that he would get it off quickly. 
Figuring that she might bring him there if she twisted her tail for him, she 
did so. He loved the way her ass wiggled. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "Just like I like it. Now you're fucking. Keep it 
up. Fuck it." 

As he was about to explode he bent over. He reached for her breasts. He 
squeezed them as he finished fucking her ass. 

She felt the hot flash of sperm shooting up her rectum. She squeezed all the 
cream out of his cock. 

"Baby," he said in a low voice, "it's beautiful. Milk it with your ass. 
That's it." 

Glenn had never gotten an ass fuck like this. His wife was turned off the 
anal trip completely. He couldn't thank Rita enough when he'd finished. 

"You're really beautiful," he told her. "You know that, don't you?" 

"You were just horny," she laughed as she rolled over on the floor and 
looked up at him. 

The big husky football player straddled the beautiful girl. He looked down 
into her eyes. Lovingly he let his hands caress her cheeks. 

"Sex is fun," he told her, "when you've got a playmate. I don't mean just a 
wife who's frigid. I mean a chick who digs sex. A chick who likes to lick 
dick and let her ass get fucked. You're wonderful, baby. And don't you think 
I don't appreciate it." 

It made her laugh to see how he could carry on. Apparently she had given him 
a good time. But Rita didn't think she was that good at it It was strange to 
see the smile forming on his face. A look of total satisfaction pleased her. 

Glenn left her that night. But the next day at her office Nick phoned. 

"I won't come in because I don't care to deal with that bitch you work for," 
he chuckled, "but, baby, I've got a nice gift for you. Glenn was ordering 
some of our products on his business trip. He really ordered double. I think 
it was you." 

She made an appointment to get together with Nick that night. 

"Why do you stay there?" Nick asked her point blank. "I could set you up in 
a nice apartment. You wouldn't have to work." 

Rita threw her head back and laughed. 

"Oh, yes, I'd have to work," she assured him. "You would see to that." 

"As you like it," Nick replied. 

She didn't go out with Nick much more. For she was. starting a circle of her 
own young friends. 

There was one young man she really enjoyed talking to. She had snagged him 
away from one of the models when he was up there waiting for her. Cathy was 
such a bitch anway, that she didn't think she'd done anything wrong when she 
accepted a date with Jerry. Jerry was a young law student who wanted to 
change the world. But in the meantime he wanted to get some kicks. 

"I'm not gonna get serious," Jerry told her flatly, "until I get my law 
degree. So I'm not wife shopping." 

"I'm not husband shopping either," she told him flatly. "As a matter of 
fact, I'd be disappointed if you suggested getting married. I just want some 
fun. Is that all right with you?" 

He assured her it was. 

"There's a lot of things we can do," she told him, "and for one thing, I 
would like to see New York." 

The following weekend Jerry drove her out to Long Island. She was having 
such a wonderful time that she didn't want to go back. 

"We can just find a motel and stay here the weekend," he suggested. 

As they drove past quite a few motels she spotted one that she thought he 
might enjoy. 

"See that one over there?" she grinned. "It looks like they would have some 
interesting movies. Adult films and water beds." 

"Pm in the market for that, if you are," he winked. 

She nodded. Jerry reached out and patted her thigh. Then he drove into the 
motel parking lot, went into the office and registered. 

"How did you sign in?" she laughed. 

"Mr. and Mrs. John Adams," he laughed. "Of 405 Washington Street, Boston," 
"Tht sounds very proper," she laughed. 

They went into the motel and Jerry immediately turned on the television. 
There was a very erotic scene of a black man plunging his cock into a white 
woman. But he was doing it in a dramatic manner that fascinated Jerry. A 
white woman was bending over the bed and the black man was gripping her hips 
as he thrust his cock ruthlessly up her asshole. 

"I'd like to try that," Jerry observed. 

"Not on my ass you won't," she told him. 

"You'd feel good the way I do it," he told her. 

"No way," she insisted. "I'm not gonna let you attack my ass." 

Putting her hands protectively behind her, she tried to coax Jerry out of 
doing it. 

"But your ass was made for it," he insisted. 

Forcefully he grabbed her. And then he forced himself upon her. 

"Jerry, we're not even naked," she told him. 

Jerry saw to that quickly. He undressed swiftly and then he undressed her. 
As she stood before him totally nude, he became more eager for her. 

"Get on the bed and stretch out," he told her. "I want to lick your ass." 

Jerry got on the bed. He rubbed his chest against her buttocks. Soon his 
tongue was licking back and forth across her ass cheeks. The next thing she 
) new he was fingering her pussy and sucking on her asshole. She arched up 
to receive him. It did feel erotic and pleasurable. 

"All right, Jerry," she whispered, "if you want to fuck my ass so bad, you 
can." 

Jerry wasted no time. He plunged his rigid cock right up her rectum. 
Fortunately he supplied some lubrication with his spit. He watched the 
television screen as he saw another couple having sex. 

"Hey, look at that will you," he told her. "They're having a sucking 
sixty-nine session. It's fun to watch another couple* sixty-nine while I'm 
giving you a good ass fuck." 

Rita turned around. She looked at the television. Sure enough, there was a 
couple stretched out. The man was sticking his tongue in the woman's pussy 
and the woman was grasping his penis and sucking on the head of it. 

"Looks like she's enjoying it," she smiled. 

"You bet your ass," he told her. 

He went on pounding his penis up her rectum. She was becoming more and more 
aroused. 

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh, beautiful. Twist it for me. 
Grind your hips." 

She churned her butt around. He loved the sensation. 

"Keep fucking," she uiged him. "Yes. I love it. Now you're doing it." 

Jerry went on thrusting into her. He was cuming closer and closer to climax. 

"Keep doing it," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Yes. Fuck it off." 

As the thick penis continued jabbing up her ass she became more and more 
aroused. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's the way I want it. Come on, fuck it. Fuck 
it off." 

The intense pleasure that he felt at this point had him shaking. 

"Yes, hot momma," he gasped as he rammed it into her. Swing your ass. Keep 
doing it. That's the way I love it." 

He went on shoving into her. She became more and more eager for it. 

"Fuck it," he whispered, "fuck, baby, fuck." 

With repeated cock stabs he went on jabbing into her. At the same time 
Rita's ass kept revolving on his slippery shaft. 

"I'm almost there," he begged. "Keep twisting. Oh, baby, now you're 
fucking." 

All at once Jerry's big cock exploded. She milked him with a twisting motion 
of her ass. She was developing marvelous maneuverability with her ass 
muscles. Jerry could see this. 

"Your butt has been rammed before," he told her. "You know just how to give 
a guy a good screwing. Baby, you're beautiful." 

She was pleased that he was getting such a charge out of it. Finally it was 
over. As he eased off her he looked at her adoringly. 

"You know, baby," he smiled, "I really enjoy having sex with you. You're 
beautiful." 

She lay back and looked at him. 

"You expected an awful lot of me. But it was fun." 

Jerry got dressed. He went out and got them a pizza and some beer. As he 
drank and ate his pizza, he went on watching the movies. Now.they had a shot 
of a girl making it with a dog. 

"Look at that dog wag his tail," he laughed. 

"What kind of dog is that, Jerry?" Rita asked curiously as she sipped her 
beer and nibbled on her pizza. 

"Who gives a damn?" he chuckled. "The important thing is watching that tiger 
fuck. He's really going after her hot and heavy. Fuck her good!" 

Jerry was talking to the dog as if he could hear. Then he looked at Rita. 

"How about doing some licking, honey?" he smiled. 

"What do you want licked, Jerry?" she asked him curiously. 

"Everything," he explained. "I want my balls sucked, my cock sucked and my 
ass, too. And you might as well start from the top of my head and go to my 
feet. Come back to the middle and suck off around the crotch." 

She knew what he expected. 

"You're asking for a trip around the world with my tongue." 

Jerry nodded and smiled as he lay back and spread out his arms and legs for 
her. He even slid a pillow under his ass. 

"I'll make it easy for you," he told her. 

She straddled him at first. She licked in his ears and then she licked his 
forehead. She licked his nose and licked his lips. Then she worked down to 
his chest. He loved the feeling of her licking along his chest. She stroked 
his arms as she licked down to his belly but- ton. Then she worked to his 
crotch. But just as he instructed, she didn't lick around his crotch but 
instead moved down his legs. She worked down his inner thigh and then to his 
calves and then to his feet. 

"Lick each toe," Jerry laughed. 

Obviously he was getting a big charge out of having her do this demeaning 
licking bit. She figured that if it gave him such a big kick she'd do it. 
But she wasn't getting much of a kick out of it at all. 

Now Jerry was going ape. He was horny as all get out. His cock was 
lengthtening and he was wiggling all over the bed. 

"Try the other leg now," he insisted. "My cock won't be able to hold out 
much longer." 

She worked down his other leg. She let her tongue slide back and forth 
around his bare behind for a moment but then instantly went down to his 
inner thigh and his calves and his foot. Jerry got so worked up when he felt 
her tongue lapping at his ass crack that he almost told her to forget his 
foot. But as she sucked on his big toe down to his little toe he was glad 
she'd continued. For he knew that if she'd ever given him a rim job he would 
have juiced. All of the erotic pleasure that he was enjoying hanging on the 
cliff of climax would have been gone. He loved it just this way. 

"Baby," he coaxed her, "suck me. Suck nay ass. Come on back and start 
licking it." 

She moved up to his crotch. Jerry raised up his legs. He spread his legs 
wide so she could have easy access to his body. 

Slipping her hands under his bare bottom she squeezed his ass cheeks as her 
tongue worked back and forth on his behind and then worked penetrating his 
asshole. Jerry really enjoyed it when she let her tongue slip between his 
great divide and stabbed right up his asshole. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it. Come on, 
fuck it." 

Her penetrating tongue up his ass accompanied by her hand grasping his penis 
and pulling it, pleased him. 

"Jerk it," he begged her. "Baby, that's it. Jerk my dick. And lick my ass." 

She continued rimming his asshole. Then she pulled out and began nibbling 
and sucking on his balls. Jerry was very fond of this. 

"Open your mouth and slip my nuts inside," he told her. 

Opening her mouth she let Jerry's balls swing inside. Her tongue licked back 
and forth. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on. Lick my nuts. 
Beautiful." 

Her tongue swung to his testicles. She thrilled to the thought of getting to 
suck off his cock. She could hardly wait to find out what he was going to 
taste like. Finally she released his balls and licked up and down the length 
of his penis shaft. She didn't instantly put her mouth over his cock. She 
wanted to wait until he begged for it. 

Jerry, in the meantime, was waiting for her to suck on it forcefully. He 
figured she would go crazy for cock. But it didn't work that way. All she 
did was tease and tantalize him with her tongue until he had to beg her to 
do it. 

"Hurry up and suek off my cock," he told her flatly. 

She grasped his huge penis shaft and let her tongue slip and slide back and 
forth across the head of it. 

"Suck it," he told her. "Come on, baby, suck me." 

She took his full penis in her mouth. She worked her tongue back and forth 
over the head of it. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her anxiously, "that's how I like it. Now you're 
sucking. Come on, be a good cock sucker. Eat my cream. Drain it." 

Her head bobbed up and down on his penis. Jerry thrilled to the sight of her 
mouth taking the tip of it and the cheeks pulling in as she ate him. 

"Hang tight, honey," he told her. "I'm gonna feed you a good load. Lunch 
time. Get set. You're on a liquid diet. Sperm, baby, sperm. Suck it out." 

She got a big charge out of the way Jerry was trying to brain wash her into 
thinking his sperm was that super. She knew she would soon find out just how 
super it did taste. 

He threw his legs over her shoulders. He pressed his hot thighs against her 
cheeks as she ate him. 

"Lick it," he begged her. "Damn it, suck it. Oh, yes, suck it off. That's 
what I want. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, suck me. Suck my cock off. Suck 
it." 

The erotic pleasure that he received as she blew him had him shaking. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Come on, 
sweetheart, suck it off. That's what I want you to do. Suck my cock off. 
Suck it off." 

All at once his hot white cream exploded in her mouth. 

"Gobble it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Suck all the cream 
out. That's what I want you to do. Eat it." 

She was sucking and swallowing him. Jerry reached down and gripped her head 
and held her in place. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's how I want you to do it. Lick it. 
Suck it off. Yes, baby, suck it. Every drop of it. Suck it off." 

The erotic delight that he found as she gobbled his cock was more 
pleasurable than anything he'd ever known sexual speaking before. 

When she had finished blowing him, she eased off slowly. 

"Oh, baby," she told her lover, "you don't know how good it felt to lick 
your dick. You were loaded.". 

Jerry knew this was the truth. He was glad that she accepted his full penis. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "I want to eat you now. Just lie back and let me 
lick you all over." 

At this point she rolled over on her back. It didn't take Jerry long to get 
on top of her. He began licking quickly all around her bosoms. He loved to 
play with one breast and suck on the other. Then he nimbly worked his way 
down to her fur-trimmed triangle. However, he just brushed his tongue 
lightly over her box and moved down to her inner thigh. He sucked on her 
legs and worked down to her feet. But all the time that he was licking 
around her feet, his fingers were pressing in her pussy. 

"Oh, it feels good when you play with me like that," she told him. "Keep it 
up. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Come on, finger me." 

Using the moisture that he derived from her pussy to slip up her asshole, 
Jerry let his finger slide up her ass crack. 

"Oh, do it, baby," he told her. "Just like I like it. Keep it up." 

He was fascinated with her holes. And he let his tongue slip against her ass 
crack. Then he brought his tongue even with her pussy and pressed his lips 
against her pussy lips. Next he dipped his tongue inside. He let it roam 
around inside of her. He flipped it across her love button. Soon he was 
nibbling her with his teeth. His hands grasped her ass cheeks. He clutched 
her tightly and squeezed. 

"Eat me, Jerry," she panted. "Lick my pussy. Oh, you pussy eater. Stick your 
tongue way up in there." 

Jerry not only stuck his tongue all the way into her pussy, but he utilized 
his fingers to play with her ass. Using one finger to penetrate her asshole, 
he provided her with dual excitement. 

"Baby," she told him, "I'm almost there. Keep sucking my pussy. Suck me. 
Nibble me." 

Biting down lightly on her clit he went on sucking and lashing and licking 
her crotch. Then she juiced in his face. He licked quickly. 

"Eat me," she cried out passionately. "Suck my pussy. Yes, yes, baby. Suck 
me." 

She got a big charge out of the way Jerry handled himself. He knew how to 
use his tongue in her pussy. It was obvious to her that he had sucked a lot 
of pussy before. And she was glad for this. 

When he had finished doing her he licked his lips and suggested something 
wild. 

"I'd like an orgy," he said flatly. "A three-way fuck. You would enjoy it. 
Honest you would." 

"No," she shook her head in protest, "I don't want to get involved like 
that. It's enough with-you." 

But Jerry kept talking. 

"You haven't lived until you've felt a pecker slipping in your ass and a 
pecker slipping in your pussy at the same time. I could go to a bar near 
here and pick up a guy and tell him I've got this cute oversexed nympho 
chick waiting to get screwed. How about it?" 

She shook her head. 

"I don't want to get involved like that, Jerry," she told him. 

"For, baby?" he asked with that innocent look that always captured her 
heart. 

"All right, for you," she finally agreed. 

Even though it was disturbing and disgusting to her she thought she would go 
along with him. She didn't like the idea at all. But if he wanted it she 
figured she'd let him have it 

 Chapter Six 

Jerry went to a nearby bar where they were showing adult movies. 

As he watched two girls making out on a bed he looked at the guy who was 
watching the film intently. 

"Looks like fun," he observed. 

"You bet your ass it does," the guy slurred. 

"I wish I could find me some chick to ball tonight. I'm as horny as a bull." 

"Maybe you're in luck," Jerry told him. 

"I've got this oversexed nympho that I can't take care of. I've got her 
stashed away in a motel." 

"How much?" the man asked Jerry. 

"I'm not a pimp," he chuckled, "I'm just a guy who likes a good time. If you 
like a good time, too, let's get together on this." 

He nodded and smiled. 

"I read ya," he told him. "It doesn't sound like a bad idea." 

They introduced themselves and then they went to the motel room. 

"Rita," Jerry smiled, "I want you to meet Dale." 

"Pleased to meet you, Dale," Rita grinned. "I hope Jerry didn't frighten 
you. I'm really not all that bad. I just enjoy fucking and sucking." 

"Hey, I wish you'd lick my ass and suck my cock," he told her. "I mean, I'll 
screw you and everything. I'll fuck you with him if that's what he wants. 
But I have a hard time getting my cock sucked. How about it?" 

Rita looked at Jerry. Jerry nodded. 

"Sure, why not?" he asked. 

At that point Dale stripped. He had difficulty pulling off his shorts 
because his cock was sticking out so far. 

"You're well hung, Dale," she observed. 

Proudly Dale stroked himself to full size. 

"Where do you want me, sweetie?" he grinned. 

"You can stand up and I'll kneel in front of the mirror, if that would give 
you a charge," she told him. 

"I'd love that just fine," he assured her. "Sure, that'd be beautiful." 

Rita walked over to the mirror. Jerry, in the meantime, sat on the edge of 
the bed and began fumbling with his cock and balls. It was providing erotic 
excitement for him just to watch. Rita gripped Dale's huge penis. She 
brought it to her lips. She glanced in the mirror to watch. It did add a 
measure of pleasure to look in the mirror. 

"Hey, this is beautiful," he told her. "You've got a lot of talent, honey. 
I'm real proud of you." 

At this point she was pleased with the idea of sucking. She thought he could 
give her a good load. She was beginning to enjoy the taste of sperm. 

"I want to give you a good suck," he told her. "Now just get ready, baby." 

She opened her mouth and it didn't take Dale long to thrust inside. He 
gripped her head and held her as he swiftly pushed his penis in and out of 
her mouth. 

"Hey, let me deep throat fuck you," he said eagerly. "Just like they do in 
the movies. Oh, baby, how many times I've imagined it was Linda Lovelace's 
throat I was fucking. Yes. Takethis. Every inch of it." 

Proudly Dale thrust his huge shaft down her throat. She almost choked on his 
cock. She did her best to control it. She pulled back so she could breathe. 

"Hey, I don't want to kill you," he laughed. "You couldn't finish sucking my 
cock off if I did." 

She let her tongue slip back and forth across the tip of his penis. He 
enjoyed this enormously. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "Suck it. Come on, baby, suck my big stick. Suck 
it." 

She was using her tongue and her teeth effectively. Dale liked the way she 
nibbled on the head of his shaft. However, what he really liked was the way 
she built up a suction. 

"Eat it," he told her. "Oh, baby, eat my dick stick. That's what I want you 
to do. Suck it for me. Suck it off." 

He was becoming hotter and hornier for her. He knew that it wouldn't be much 
longer until he juiced. He wanted that moment of splashdown more than 
anything. 

"Suck it," he told her, "suck my cock. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. That's 
what I want. Now you're sucking. Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck it off." 

All of the sudden his cock exploded. His hot white cream jet sprayed into 
her mouth. She gulped greedily. "Eat it," the man gasped. "Suck each drop. 
Drain my dick. Oh, baby, just like I like it. Suck it off Ohhh, yes, yes. 
Suck it. Suck it off." 

She was giving him just the erotic excitement he wanted so much. 

"Eat it," he told her. "Beautiful, baby. Suck it all out." 

When she had finished blowing him and swallowing his stuff, she pulled off. 
She looked over to Jerry. 

"Hey, buddy, have a drink," Jerry suggested, "and then we'll both take her 
on. You can slip it up her ass while I slide it in her pussy." 

He had gotten Dale horny just thinking about another fuck. He looked at her 
curvaceous ass cheeks. 

"You're a nice-looking gal back there," he told her. "I like to get in by 
the back door. 

That's one thing my disgusting wife won't let me do. She says it's 
perverted. Can you imagine such a thing?" 

"I enjoy it," Rita assured him. 

He slapped her ass and pressed his huge shaft against her ripe buttock. Then 
he took the drink Jerry handed him. 

"Thanks, partner," he told him. "This is really nice of you to be so 
thoughtful." 

"I will lie on my back," Jerry volunteered, "and she can slide onto my cock. 
I'll be thrusting it into her pussy while you can get ready to slip it up 
her asshole. How does that grab you?" 

He nodded and smiled. 

"It'll be a lot of fun," he agreed. 

At this point they were prepared. It wasn't going to be much longer. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "lef s get cracking. We're gonna have a real good 
time." 

It didn't take him long. He was eager to slip his long hard shaft into her 
pussy. She slid down over him and then her other lover straddled her. He 
spit in his hand and lubricated his shaft in this manner. He gripped her 
firm round ass cheeks and plunged his penis between them. Rita felt ravished 
at this point. It was strange she was enjoying it. 

"Fuck me," she begged him. "Fuck me. I want to feel every inch of it 
slipping in there. Yes, baby. Now you're doing it. That's right. Fuck it" 
With deep strokes he rammed into her. She was hot for it now all the way. 

"Do it," she told him. Keep it up. That's what I want. Now you're fucking. 
Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it off." 

With penetrating cock stabs he went on ramming into her. She was turned on 
all the way. 

"Give it to me," she cried ecstatically. "Oh, baby, if s beautiful. Keep 
screwing me. I want it." 

He went on ramming into her. She loved every driving inch of it. It was a 
strange feeling to be fucked by two men at the same time. But it was a most 
pleasurable one. She swung her breasts back and forth across his chest. 

"Fuck me," she ordered him. "Go ahead, fuck me good." 

With deep, penetrating strokes Dale screwed her asshole. He loved the way 
she turned it. It was also equally strange to him. For he had never had an 
orgy fuck like this. He could feel Jerry's cock fucking her pussy while he 
fucked her asshole. 

"Twist it," Dale told her. "Thaf s it. Oh, baby, take my pecker along for 
the trip. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck. Fuck it." 

His hands clasped her buttocks. He was ramming it into her hard now. 

"Keep doing it," she told him. "I love it. I want to feel it." 

With hard, driving cock stabs he went on thrusting. 

"Oh, baby," he panted, "it feels fantastic. I love it." 

Dale had never known anything like this. He was savagely assulating her 
asshole. She wished that he would stop. But it was adding fuel to the fire 
in Jerry's loins. When Jerry observed how excited his friend was getting 
fucking her ass, he went on stabbing it into her pussy with deep, hard 
thrusts. 

"Fuck it off," Jerry called out. "Fuck it. Thaf s the way to do it. Now 
you're doing it. Give it to her good." 

He was ramming it ruthlessly. She hated being an object of such an assult. 
But she couldn't Jielp herself. She was trapped between them. 

"Oh, wow!" Jerry exclaimed. "I can hardly stand it. Yes, baby, yes. Now 
you're doing it. Just like I like it. Keep fucking." 

She was getting it now as she never thought cm she would. 

"Oh, keep it up," Dale begged. "I feel it Oh, baby, I feel it all the way to 
my toes," The erotic excitement was surging through him. And heinew that he 
couldn't take much more of this without exploding. His big hairy balls 
bounced on her buttocks as he went on ramming savagely. 

"Yes, yes," he exclaimed, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it, 
sweetheart. Fuck it off. Fuck it for me. Fuck it good." 

All of this erotic excitement had him trembling. Suddenly his cock exploded. 
A second later Jerry got his gun off. Rita loved the sensation of having one 
penis splashing up her asshole while the other penis exploded in her pussy. 
She/came, too. The erotic enchantment had Jerry's cock slipping and sliding 
in her pussy. He patted her ass. So did Dale. 

"Wonderful," Dale told her. "Oh, I've never had a night like this. I'm sure 
glad your buddy picked me up at a bar. This is fun." 

Finally Dale was persuaded to pull his long, hard penis out of her ass 
crack. 

"I'm stiff being in this position," she laughed as she pulled her pussy from 
Jerry's cock. 

Jerry looked at her joyfully. 

"You're wonderful," he told her. "I really enjoyed this. We ought to get 
Dale to swap." Dale sat there sadly. 

"I'm afraid it would never work," he told them. "My wife is a religious 
fanatic. She thinks fucking is wrong. If you're having kids, it's all right. 
But other than that, she doesn't believe in it. Can you imagine anything so 
crazy?" 

Jerry got a drink and sat down and explained his feelings on the subject. 

"That's ridiculous," he told him. "With the world ready to go to hell and 
back because there are too many people here, the last thing we need is 
viewpoints like this. Sex was meant for a release from tension. As such, 
it's good. But when it comes to this kind of crap, it's sick. And I mean 
sick." 

Jerry had gotten his point across. Dale agreed. But Dale felt he'd better 
get going. 

"My old lady will ask me where I've been," he acknowledged, "and I will have 
to do some inventing." 

"Don't drink anymore," Rita warned him, "because she will know you've been 
to a bar." 

"I have been to a few bars in my time," he admitted. 

Dale got dressed and left Rita with Jerry. Jerry got to talking about some 
ideas he had in mind. 

"I wish I could start a place where they could have communal living," he 
told her. "It would really be something. Everybody could share everybody. We 
would not have the kids call anybody father or anybody mother. It would be a 
unique experiment." 

Rita didn't know as she could go for anything that far out. 

"I'm sorry to have to disagree with you," she told him frankly, "but I think 
children need parents. It's all right if adults want to fuck around. But 
don't let the kids grow up without discipline." 

"Maybe I'm just a wild fucker," he told her. "Trying to rationalize my.way 
to get all the pussy I can." 

"That probably is the way it is," Rita laughed. "The mind does have a 
strange way of bending when it wants to rationalize what it wants to 
believe." 

At that point Jerry felt he had to suck her pussy again. While she watched 
the television when they were having one girl blow ten guys, she watched 
Jerry eating her. It was a pleasure to look at the television and see the 
girl sucking head while she could glance down between her own legs and watch 
Jerry. Jerry did have a soothing way of using hs tongue to caress her pussy. 
She enjoyed it enormously. He gripped her ass cheeks and held her as he got 
her nose right down in there and sniffed and licked and sucked. 

"Do me, baby," she said when he finally got her going. "Oh, honey, just keep 
that tongue swinging. I'm almost there. You'll bring me around, baby. Come 
on, sweetheart, suck me. That's the way to do it. Suck my pussy. Suck it 
off." 

Soon he was nibbling and licking her love button. She reached down and 
gripped his head and held him in place as she pumped her pelvis. Soon she 
was juicing. That was the moment that Jerry had waited for. He lapped up her 
pussy juices with eager, hot desire flashing in his body. 

"Suck me," she cried, "suck me. That*s it. Oh, Jerry baby, eat my snatch." 

Jerry licked quickly in darting movements. When he'd finished licking her 
pussy he held her ass up and started sucking on her asshole. She watched in 
the mirror. It was an erotic sight to see the girl on the screen still 
sucking down the line of cocks. And at the same time she could watch Jerry 
eating her asshole. 

"Give me a good rim job, baby," she told him. Jerry did just that. With 
nimble finger work he kept her pussy entertained. She loved the way he could 
pull and twist on her love button while he sucked her ass. Once more she 
gripped his head and held him lovingly. 

"You're a real Romeo," she told Jerry. "A motel Romeo. Oh, baby, I want to 
give you an award for eating my pussy. Nobody has ever used their tongue the 
way you have. You appreciate a woman. That's why I can keep climaxing for 
you. You keep licking and I'll keep cuming." 

Jerry went on sucking and licking her snatch. And she kept right on juicing. 
He went back to sucking her pussy when he saw she was dripping. It pleased 
him that his tongue flipping in and out of her ass crack had brought her 
pussy around. Of course, some of it had to be attributed to his fancy finger 
work. For Jerry was a knowledgeable man when it came to know how to use his 
tongue, his teeth, his fingers, his nose, everything, in a woman's box. 

Finally when he'd finished licking her he rested his head on her thigh. He 
caressed her ass cheek and looked up at her. 

"Down, boy," she smiled. 

He nodded. 

"I've been there, baby," he told her with a sly grin. 

 Chapter Seven 

Rita was beginning to feel trapped in the sins of the city. 

She felt perhaps if there was a change of scene she could lead a different 
life. She was tired of the noise, the dirt, the muggings and figured she 
would go to someplace more peaceful. 

She picked a small mid-Western town not far from Chicago. She had some good 
references and it didn't take her long to get a job working for Ned Steward, 
an insurance agent. 

Ned proved to be a very good boss. He never put the make on her but he did 
keep her work- ing late. Rita was reading deep books of philosophy and 
enjoying her relaxing times. 

But one might when Ned was upset over a large claim, he began drinking. 

"What was life like in the big city, Rita?" he asked her bluntly. 

"The way life is in all big cities," she replied. 

"That's not saying much," he told her. "Maybe it isn't," Rita admitted 
candidly, "but really, Ned, don't bother me. I don't like to think about 
it." 

"Why not?" he asked her. "I'll bet you were a lucky little lady. No doubt 
you could turn men on with your gorgeous body. Around here we don't have 
much of that. We have to be content with what our wives begrudging-ly give 
us." 

When she saw how angry Ned was getting she figured it was time for her to 
leave. 

"I guess I've done all the work I can do tonight," Rita said, closing her 
file cabinet and reaching for her purse as she prepared to leave. 

But it wasn't quite that easy. 

"Rita," he told her, "I wish I could have sex with you. I've been thinking 
about it a long time." 

"You're drunk, Ned," she told him- "Why don't you go home to your wife? F1I 
call Mary up if you want me to." 

"I don't want her," Ned laughed. "T want you. Don't you understand that?" 

She understood all too well what Ned wanted. But as far as she was concerned 
it was out. 

"Ned, leave me alone," Rita complained. 

But her tall, blond, muscular boss wasn't having it that way. His arms swept 
around her and he pressed his lips against hers. 

"Stop it, Ned," she protested. 

"No, baby," he told her, "I want to lick your pussy. I guess you suspected 
that." 

"Ned," she whimpered, "you sound like a sex maniac. Leave me alone." 

"I'm a Doctor Jekyl and Mr. Hyde," the insurance man smiled sardonically. 
"As a matter of fact, underneath this cool exterior there is a fiery fucking 
furnace." 

To prove his point, Ned reached down and unzipped his fly and pulled out his 
long hard cock. 

"Ned, what are you trying to do?" she asked evenly as she glanced at his 
quivering long penis shaft. 

"I want to introduce you to my pecker," he told her. "Meet Ned, junior. 
Doesn't he look like a good boy? He stands up straight and tall. 

And he has two balls to support him. I'll show you those, too." 

Ned reached in his shorts and pulled out his big hairy balls. She looked at 
them nervously. 

"Ned, you ought to be ashamed of yourself," she told him point blank. 

"But the trouble is I'm not," he shook his head and smiled. 

He gripped her hand and placed it on his rigid cock. 

"Just play with it," he smiled anxiously. "Go ahead, honey. Reach down and 
jerk it for me." 

She reached down and gripped his thick, pulsating penis. She tugged on it 
slowly. Ned was becoming more and more aroused. 

"You haven't got the hand rhythm," he told her. "Mary never did know how to 
do it either. I guess I have to teach you dames everything." 

To prove his point, Ned got rough. He gripped her hand. He placed it on his 
penis and then he placed his hand over hers. He pulled now with a hard, even 
stroke. 

"How about that?" lie enthused. "I'm gonna pull my pecker for you. Watch. 
Watch it." 

He was pulling at a good clip now. She was becoming more and more aroused. 

"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Oh, you know how, 
honey. Sure, baby. Now you're jerking Ned's joy stick. Keep it up." 

This was just the kind of activity Ned liked. He enjoyed forcing a fresh 
young girl to satisfy his dark carnal lusts. 

"Now you're getting the rhythm," he smiled affectionately, "and, baby, 
there's a rhythm to give a mouth job, too. Ever give a guy a blow job?" 

Rita thought she had better play it innocent. She shook her head. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ned," she told him. 

"You probably refer to it as fellatio," he slurred, "but in my book a cock 
suck is a cock suck is a cock suck." 

She could tell from the way his penis was vibrating that it wouldn't be too 
much longer until he was juicing. 

"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her. "Such talent. You've got it. Oh, baby, 
wait'Il I give you a good time. Just keep doing that. I love that. Yes, 
baby. That's super." 

He was more and more excited now. So was she. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "wait till I feed you my cock. If s juicy. I'm 
gonna shoot you a real heavy load. Just wait. Oh, baby, you're wonderful." 

Finally Ned forced the young girl to her knees. As she glanced up at his 
huge, quivering penis she saw a drop of crystal cum forming at the small 
slit at the crown of his shaft. 

"Lick it," he smiled happily. 

She let her pink tongue tip lash out at the head of his shaft. 

"Oh, that feels good," he told her. "Now put your mouth around it, honey, 
and suck on it." 

He pushed forward. Her mouth moved over his cock. She was sucking on it 
smoothly. It pleased Ned to see the way her mouth slid back and forth as she 
sucked him. 

"That's what you call giving a blow job," he smiled, "and I love it. Baby, I 
want to shove it down your throat. I want to teach you what cock sucking is 
all about." 

Saying no more he gripped her head and forced his hard, slippery shaft down 
her throat. 

"Breathe deep, baby," he told her, "cause it may be your last breath. What a 
way to go!" 

She knew Ned was joking. But she did wonder just how much of this she could 
take. 

"Oh, suck me," Ned begged her. "Suck me. 

That's the way to do it, darling. Suck my big joy stick. It's juicy." 

He pulled back and then let her focus her tongue action on his cock. He 
could tell from the way she was blowing him she'd done it before. He was 
glad as he wanted her to give him a professional cock suck. 

"Keep the tongue action going," he told her. "You're almost there. 
Beautiful." 

She was pleased that she could perform so well for him. Now he was plunging 
it down her throat and only his balls were riding her lips. "Yes, baby, 
yes,'- he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like 
it. Suck it off. Oh, baby, suck. Suck it off." 

Suddenly his cock exploded. Ned's hot white sperm shot into her mouth. She 
gulped hungrily. 

"Eat every drop of it," he gasped as he shot her a heavy load. 

She gobbled his cum. It actually tasted good to her. 

When she had finished sucking him off she pulled away. 

"Like it?" he nodded. 

He reached out and patted her head affectionately. She nodded and smiled up 
at him. 

"I figured you would," he told her. 

Ned's cock was still rigid. As she got to her feet he pulled her back to 
himself. 

"Rita, there's one thing I've always wanted to do to you," he confessed, 
"and that's slip it to you from behind. I hope you don't mind." 

It did bother her that he wanted to try this warped sexual act on her body. 
She was so glad that she'd gotten away from it in New York. 

"Damn it, Ned, you're not gonna fuck my asshole," she said bluntly. 

"To get that angry about it," he chuckled, "means you've been fucked up the 
ass before. I can always tell." 

"Damn you," she snapped, "you apparently don't care about my feelings. All 
you want out of me is your own satisfaction and kicks. Well, you can go to 
hell." "Oh, honey," he told her, "I just want to go up your ass a little 
ways. I wouldn't have to slide it all the way." 

"Someone tried that on me once," Rita said, masking her rage as best she 
could, "and it was terrible. I won't let you do it." 

"I'll give you a raise," he smiled. 

"You can take your job and shove it up your asshole," she quipped. 

It got her the way he was acting. Here she thought he was a model 
mid-Western husband. A man who was stable and respectable. But she found 
that the same old dark desires that haunted her past were haunting her now. 

She had made her point. But Ned hadn't made his point. Suddenly he threw his 
arms around her and kissed her passionately. As he pressed his lips against 
hers and let his tongue slip into her mouth, his hands reached down to cup 
her ass cheeks. He caressed them gently as he went on Frenching. It was 
amazing how Ned could get what he wanted out of her. She was seeing his use 
of strategy. It did please her to see the way he could use his tongue in her 
mouth. She imagined he could be an expert pussy eater. For he did have a 
marvelous way of wiggling his tongue so that she became more and more 
excited. 

"Baby, I want to eat you," he told her. "I want to lick you and love you all 
over. But first, baby, I want to slip my pecker up your asshole. Please." 

There was a certain little-boy expression about Ned that did get to her. He 
knew he was communicating. 

"I promise I won't ever be rough," he told her. 

"Ned," she shook her head, "I don't want you slipping your penis up my 
asshole unless it's coated with Vaseline or KY. It can be a dangerous weapon 
when it's used that way." 

Ned finally agreed. 

"We'll drive out to a motel," he told her, "and you can sign in. After 
you're in the room you can come out and get me. I'm too well-known here to 
register." 

"I know that," Rita said evenly, "and I don't like cheating on^ your wife, 
Mary." 

"Don't worry about her," he told her. "Mary doesn't give a damn about sex. 
She's a real ice cube." 

Ned talked her into it. They got in the car together and left the office. 
First Ned stopped at a liquor store. He picked up a bottle of Vodka, orange 
juice, ice cubes, some bourbon and 7-Up. He waited for her to go to the drug 
store so she could get something that would make it easy for him to slide 
his cock up her asshole. 

"Well, we're all set," Ned smiled when they got back in the car together 
again. 

As they drove to the motel, Ned got to talk to her some more. 

"Don't you fool me," he told her. "You've probably been to orgies and 
everything. I've been watching you closely, Rita. I can tell when a girl has 
been around." 

Rita was curious to know how Ned made his deductions. 

"Would you mind telling me," she asked with heavy sarcasm, "how you made 
this startling discovery?" 

"Call it male instinct," he smiled. 

"Call it male ego," she replied cryptically. "You men like to think all 
women are nuts about you. Honey, I left New York because T was tired of men 
pursuing me." 

Ned reached over and patted her thigh affectionately. 

"I don't like being clawed," she said. "I feel like a thing. Like a sex 
machine. You stick your cock in me and I'm supposed to light up like a 
pinball machine. Forget it." 

"I wasn't thinking of a mechanical sex object," he told her, "but a 
hot-blooded woman who needed the fire of my pecker stabbing into her to keep 
her entertained." 

When they came to a motel on the outskirts of the city, Ned let her out so 
she could sign in. 

"I can meet you at the coffee shop on the corner," he told her, "and don't 
use your real name. It isn't wise." 

She nodded. She got out and Ned wondered for a moment if she really would 
walk to the motel or desert him. He was pleased as he saw her open the motel 
office door and walk to the registration desk. He turned about and drove to 
the parking lot of the coffee shop. 

He sat in a booth by himself and an attractive waitress came over to take 
his order, "What would you like, sir?" she asked. 

Glancing at her bosoms Ned could only think of sucking on them. He lost his 
voice for a moment. 

"I said," she repeated in her sexy voice, "what would you like?" 

Ned chuckled. "I can't tell you," he told her, "but for now, make it 
coffee." 

The waitress winked and wiggled back to the counter. 

Ned had to laugh. Here he had been horny and finding it difficult to get one 
woman to go to bed with him. Now it appeared he was going to have two. But 
he couldn't take them on. Not at the same time, anyway. That was, unless he 
was an orgy boy from New York, or Paris, or Ix]s Angeles. 

 Chapter Eight 

Rita made her decision. 

She was tired of being hustled and not getting paid for it. After her sexual 
encounter with Ned, she figured she might as well hit the big city again. 
She had some money she had saved up from her sojourn in the nice, moral 
mid-West. 

She went right back to New York and found herself a nice apartment in the 
Sixties. She got a complete new wardrobe and then she set about to find 
someone who she felt could take care of her in the manner that she wanted to 
become accustomed to. 

She knew of one bar called The Well of the Sea. It was rumored that the rich 
men hustled the beautiful girls here. She figured that would be the perfect 
spot for her to go. 

Wearing a tight-fitting blue velvet pantsuit, she went there one night. She 
sat at the bar and as she looked around she immediately noticed a handsome, 
middle-aged man who was looking her way. She didn't say a word but kept her 
eyes focused on the bartender. If she looked overly eager she was certain 
that he wouldn't think much of her. She was trying to establish just how 
great she was and she didn't want to take any chances of downplaying 
herself. 

After she had sipped her drink a short while, the man began making 
conversation. 

"We're sure living in a crazy mixed-up world," he told her. "I was reading 
in the paper today about this twenty-one-year-old guy who beats up this 
ninety-one-year-old man. What's the world coming to? No doubt these freaks 
will be back on the streets tomorrow so they can try it all over again." 

"I know it's dangerous here in New York," Rita nodded grimly. "A girl just 
can't be too careful." 

"You can say that again," he told her. 

She listened to him and he was more than willing to discuss everything he 
could with her. 

"The morals here are nothing either," he told her. "A lot of cheap tramps 
selling their wares. That's why I like to come to a class bar like this 
one." 

"Yes," she nodded. Just as the bartender walked over to ask her if she 
wanted another drink, the man beside her suggested he could buy her one. 

"Thank you," she smiled, "but I shouldn't accept a drink from a stranger. 
Not that there would be anything wrong, but it's a matter of principle." 

The man leaned back in surprise. He thought she probably was trying taput 
the make on him and he was amazed that she didn't instantly accept his 
offer. That only whetted his appetite, just as Rita calculated it would. 

"Naturally, my dear," he told her. "It was just a friendly gesture. I meant 
no harm." 

"I'm sure you didn't," she -smiled, "and I do appreciate your 
thoughtfulness." 

He was getting his point across to her. But it wasn't working the way that 
she thought it would at all. 

He went on sipping his drink and didn't suggest buying her one. 

After he had gone, Rita decided that she would have to be a bit bolder. The 
bartender came over and laughed. He had figured out the whole situation. 

"He suprised you, didn't he?" he grinned. 

"Damn it, mind your own business," she snapped. 

"I was just trying to help you out in your line of business," he said, 
opening his eyes wide. 

That did it. She was really burned up. She left the place and went for a 
walk. Then she thought fearfully of what it was like to be out on the dark 
streets. She came back and there wasn't another man who paid any attention 
to her. Finally the bartender introduced himself. 

"I'm Max," he told her, "and I know all the rules around this place. As a 
matter of fact, baby, if you'll come home with me tonight I'll help you get 
what you want." 

She looked into his eyes and she seemed to sense he was sincere. 

"I don't usually take a man up on such an offer, Max," she told him, "but I 
trust your intentions are honorable." 

"Just as honorable as your intentions are, sweetheart," he smiled her way. 
"I don't go for that crap. I can give you the lowdown on who has the money 
around here." 

"All right, as long as we're levelling," she told him, "111 play along with 
you. But don't give me any bum leads." 

Max assured her that he wouldn't. They left the place together. 

She enjoyed seeing his apartment. He only lived a couple of blocks away from 
the bar. 

"Apparently they pay you well," she observed. 

"Yes, they do, sweetheart," he told her. "I live in comfort." 

At that point big Max began undressing. 

"Keep your clothes on," she told him. 

"Take yours off," he ordered her. "I'm not telling you one thing until I 
find out how good you are at performing." 

"What on earth are you talking about?" she asked him bluntly. 

"I don't want to give anybody a bum stear," he explained. "Unless you really 
know how to give a guy a good time in bed, I'm not recommending you to 
anybody. Got it, baby?" 

"Yes, I've got it," she told him. 

It was getting her angrier every moment. She realized that Max was not an 
easy person to deal with. However, she was more than willing to play along 
with him. 

At this point she started removing her clothes. He observed her closely. 

"You're not wearing falsies, are you?" 

"Falsies went out years ago," she told him. 

"I mean the silicone variety," Max told her. "I guess I know my tits." 

Max came over to examine her breasts closely. "They, look real," he told 
her. 

She was so angry she felt like reaching down and patting his crotch and 
making a few sarcastic comments about the believability of his penis. 
However, she thought better of it. Especially when Max told her that he had 
formerly been a prize fighter. 

"I hear you guys get a big charge out of pounding another guy," she told him 
with a laugh, "and there's something sexual about it. Freudian, I guess." 

"Forget that fucking Freud," he told her. "I'm not getting my rocks off when 
I'm beating up on another guy. Not quite yet. Not old Max. Now, baby, I want 
you to have the honor of pulling off my shorts. Go ahead. Don't be afraid." 

As she looked at his huge cock she thought it might jump out at her. She 
wasn't eager to pull down his shorts but, nevertheless, she did so. 

"Wow!" he told her. "It sure feels fabulous when you play with it. Go ahead, 
honey, play with my pecker." 

She let her hand massage his cock. He was getting more and more turned on. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Oh, 
sweetheart, you know exactly how to stimulate me. Oh, baby, you're 
beautiful." 

Max continued watching her. He could hardly wait for that moment when he was 
going to let his hands reach for her ass cheeks. For he was turned on with 
anal sex and he didn't hesitate to tell her so. 

"I'm one of those guys," he explained, "who likes to enter by the back door. 
You know what I mean, of course." 

"Naturally I know about that unnatural act," she exclaimed, "and I 
disapprove. I think the place for the penis is in the pussy. I resent men 
who try to shove it up my ass. If s an act of sadism, damn it." 

"Not with your butt it isn't, baby," he told her. "It was made for fucking. 
I watched you when you walked across the room. Baby, pull off your 
inhibitions and let me enjoy myself." 

She was eager to demonstrate to him just how entertaining she could be. But 
the idea of letting him slip it to her from behind didn't exactly arouse her 
erotic imagination. But it did Max's. He was naked now and he went over to 
her. He pressed his huge shaft between her ass cheeks. But he didn't attempt 
to force his cock up her asshole. She was grateful for that. 

"Doesn't that feel good?" he asked her. "Maybe it does to you, tiger," she 
told him, "but it sure as hell doesn't feel very nice to me." 

Max could be blunt. She didn't appreciate the fact that he was as blunt as 
he was. Nevertheless, she didn't make an issue out of it. 

"I keep a good jar of Vaseline handy," Max said comfortingly, "and I promise 
you my cock will be coated with Vaseline before I try to slip it up your 
ass." 

"That's real sweet of you, Max," she told him. "No doubt you have a 
nine-incher." 

"Nine and a quarter," Max smiled proudly. "That is, measuring from 
underneath the balls. The only fair place to start measuring a pecker. A lot 
of women don't know that." 

"Yes, and I'm sure they're missing out on a lot," she said grimly. 

"There's one thing I don't like about some of you chicks," Max said. "I 
think you enjoy having sex with women. I think you only do it with men 
because you're frigid and you want to get paid. Am I right?" 

"Oh, yes," she said, "I only have sex with men for money. I'm really crazy 
about my girl friend. She's waiting in an apartment for me." 

"Why don't you go call her up?" Max said. "I could take on the both of you." 

"Hell with you," she told him. "I was just kidding. There isn't anybody 
else." 

With a look of disappointment on his face, Max caressed her buttocks. 

"At least you've got a beautiful butt, baby," he told her, "and I'm gonna 
have a good time screwing it" He looked at her now as hot charges of sexual 
excitement went through his body. He picked her up and carried her into the 
bedroom. Knowing about his fighting past she didn't think she should put up 
much of a fuss. 

"What's it like having sex with a woman?" Max asked her curiously. 

"You should know, Max," she told him. "Or haven't you ever fucked a woman 
before?" 

"Damn you," he complained, "always taking everything the wrong way. Look, 
I'm not punchy. I'm right on. And I don't want any of this sarcasm crap. 
This women's liberation thing is no fucking good. Now women talk back. Back 
in my day they used to be grateful for a guy." 

*Tm sure they really appreciated the man who could stab his cock up their 
asshole," she said gravely. 

Max began laughing. 

"You'll love it," he assured her. "Most women do. You see that floor-length 
mirror over there. That's where we've got to do it. I'll just put out a 
beach towel in front of the mirror and then you can bend over and wait for 
me." 

"While you find a rock radio station to go with your cock stabs," she said 
with a laugh. 

It was most evident to her what the score was. Max was determined that he 
was going to get his kicks. And he was going to get them any way he could. 
So she didn't make any more of a fuss about it. 

True enough, he got the beach towel. It would have to be red. That made her 
feel all the more like a whore. When he turned on the stereo sound system 
and she saw the flashing light speaker attachment, she did feel like a 
whore. 

"Just a minute, baby," Max said as he got the jar of Vaseline and began 
applying it to his penis shaft. 

She watched as he applied the Vaseline. 

"Make sure you put enough of that sticky stuff on your cock," she told him. 
"I don't want to end up with a torn asshole." 

Max smiled and assured her that he would be careful. Then he bent over and 
began caressing her buttocks gently. He had big crude hands but he did have 
a gentle way of massaging her butt. 

"That feels good, Max," she told him. "Maybe you can massage my back after 
you're through fucking me." 

"Sure, baby, anything," Max said as he reached for his cock with one hand 
and began guiding himself into her hot, tight asshole. 

At first the Vaseline-slickened penis slid smoothly between her ass cheeks. 
Then it stopped at the tight anal ring. She wondered just how much pressure 
it would require to ram it in all the way. 

"I'm gonna give you a good fuck, baby," he told her. "Just relax." 

"It's real easy with your cock in my ass," she told him. 

Max was ramming it at a regular, even tempo. 

"That feels super," he told her. "It really does. Oh, baby, grind your hips 
around. That's what I want you to do. Keep it up. Yes. Keep fucking." 

She continued rotating her ass. He became more and more aroused. 

"Fuck it, baby," he told her. "Fuck it good. That's the way to do it. Fuck. 
Fuck it off." 

With deep, driving cock stabs he went on ramming into her. She enjoyed the 
erotic excitement of his cock plunging into her asshole. 

"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. Just like I like 
it. Fuck it. Fuck it off." 

With penetrating cock jabs he went on ramming. She was becoming more and 
more aroused. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped as he went on stabbing her ass. Keep it up. Now 
you're doing it. I love it." 

Max's big hands clasped her bare bottom. He squeezed her ass cheeks 
adoringly. 

"Fuck it," he commanded as he rammed it savagely. "That's how you do it, 
honey. Fuck. Come on, baby, that beautiful. Fuck it off." 

He went on ramming. She was becoming more and more aroused. 

"Oh, baby," he told her as he gripped her hips, "I'm headin' home. You're 
gonna get a gusher." 

He continued thrusting. At this point his penis tip exploded. Grinding her 
hips around she squeezed the cream out of his cock. 

"Milk me," he panted. "Use your ass muscles. Just like that. Grab it and 
twist." 

Rita knew enough about utilizing her asshole for a man's erotic delight. At 
this point when he was so excited he did give her a strange kind of thrill 
to please him. Bending over, he gripped her breasts. He squeezed the nipples 
as he finished sliding into her. 

"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That feels fantastic. Now you're doing it. 
Just like I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck." 

With commanding cock stabs he went on thrusting. All of the sudden his big 
penis exploded once more. 

"Baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels. You're too much." 

The erotic excitement that she felt had him trembling. When he did pull out 
of her the first thing he wanted to do was congratulate her. "When it comes 
to knowing how to use your ass to entertain a man," he told her, "you sure 
know how to do it. You grab it with your ass muscles and you twist just 
right. I can tell when you're enjoying it." 

She looked up at him. 

"How do you know, Max?" 

"Because," he explained, "when you start churning and twisting, it's evident 
you're enjoying. That's when I really enjoy it. So many women don't enjoy 
getting screwed. It's a big battle. Like I was reading the other day. When a 
man gets in bed with a woman, he wants to get his rocks off and she's 
grinding out the fur coat or the ring she wants." 

"What a crude commentary to make on womanhood," Rita observed. 

"But it's the truth," he explained. 

"Unfortunately, it is," she told him. "Momma nature goofed. I'm afraid only 
about half of us get a climax. So that means we have to do a lot of acting." 

"Are you a very good actress?" he asked her point blank. 

"Very good," she smiled. 

There wasn't a shadow of doubt in Max's mind about the fact she would make a 
good hooker. 

"Hookers are going up to a hundred-and-twenty-five an hour," he told her. 
"The going price used to he a hundred dollars. But with inflation and all, 
the girls couldn't keep going unless the price went up." 

"Well, that's one good thing that's happened," she laughed. 

"How are you on pussy eating?" he asked her. 

"Now how do you mean that, Max?" she smiled smugly. "Do you mean am I good 
at eating another woman's box or am I good at letting a man eat mine?" "Both 
ways," he said seriously. 

"If you must know the truth," she told him, "I've never eaten another 
woman's pussy. Is there something wrong with me?" 

"You bet your ass there is," Max insisted. "You haven't lived until you've 
sucked twat. I know." 

"What makes it so super?" she asked him. 

"I'll tell you what makes it so super," Max smiled at her. "It's simply 
this. You probably wonder what thrills a man gets when he slips his tongue 
in your pussy hole. The only way you can find out, love, is to do it 
yourself to another woman. Then when a guy is licking your twat you can tell 
whether he's good or not" "You do have a point there," she admitted 
candidly, "but it seems so warped and sick. That means that every woman must 
try it once. I could never do that." 

"Why?" Max demanded. "Have you something against pussy eating. I'm sure you 
wouldn't care if I ate your snatch." 

"No, frankly I'd enjoy it, Max," she admitted quite honestly, "but it just 
sickens me to think of doing it to another woman." 

Max shook his head. 

"You see," he told her, "society has you trapped in sick morals. If if s 
good for a man to eat pussy, then it should be doubly good for a woman. For 
she is learning what it's like to experience sex with her unique bodily 
equipment. Now I have a girl that I think you ought to meet. A very lovely 
dish named Carla. She's a South American girl. You'd enjoy her a lot. A real 
fire-cracker. And, baby, she's dynamite in bed. I mean, when Carta's tongue 
goes to work on you, whether you're a man or woman, she knows what she's 
doing." 

"It sounds that way," she told him. 

Now at this point Max's hand was reaching and groping for her pussy. He was 
patting her affectionately. 

"Just let me lick it," he told her. "I would love to do it. Did you bring 
your pussy jelly with you, or do you want to use my containers?" 

That was a new one for Eita. 

"I never heard of using pussy jelly," she told him. 

"Where have you been all my life?" Max asked her in disbelief and dismay. 
"You mean you don't sweeten up your pussy?" 

"Let me see what you use, Max," she told him eagerly. "I want to do it. Just 
give me an opportunity. I'm a fast learner." 

Max went over to the top dresser drawer. When he pulled it out he looked at 
the containers. Three of them were used up completely. 

"Honey," he told her, "I'm sorry, but the champagne pussy jelly as well as 
the apricot and the lemon are used. But I still have blueberry, peach, 
mandarin orange and strawberry." 

"Strawberry sounds like it would suit me," she agreed. 

Max brought over the container, prepared to squeeze it into her hot nest. 

 Chapter Nine 

Max didn't want to waste any time. 

He helped her insert the plastic strawberry pussy jelly into her vagina. He 
squeezed it for her. 

"You really know everything, don't you?" she smiled up at him. 

"Almost," he grinned good-naturedly. 

Now he was prepared to entertain her. He bent over. He eased his hands under 
her ass cheeks. The rock music continued playing as Max's hot tongue 
penetrated her vagina. She looked in the mirror. There was a certain kind of 
erotic satisfaction that she derived watch- ing in the mirror as he tongued 
her. He slipped a finger up her asshole and she pushed higher now. It was 
indeed exciting to have his finger slipping rhythmically up her rectum while 
his tongue continued penetrating her pussy. He got a big charge out of this. 

"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep pushing up to meet my tongue." 

She convenienced him. This really made him happy. 

"Yes, baby," he urged her on, 'that's the way to do it. Give Max a good 
time." 

Now she was becoming more and more aroused. She was pushing in earnest. 
Max's hands massaged and caressed her buttocks when he pulled his finger 
from her behind. She loved the way his tongue slipped into her pussy. 
Apparently he was enjoying eating the strawberry-flavored pussy jelly. And 
at the same time he was enjoying the taste of her box. She could tell from 
the way he sniffed and panted that he was enjoying it. Max's heart beat 
rapidly as his tongue invaded the delicious precincts of her pussy. 

"Oh, baby, love me," she begged him, "that's what I want you to do. Come on, 
sweetheart, suck me. Suck me." 

The tremendous erotic thrills that flashed in her body kept her ass 
rotating. 

"Fuck me, Max," she told him. "Tongue fuck me." 

Max always enjoyed it when a woman spoke crudely to him. He loved it 
when.she reached out, gripped his head and held him pinned over her pussy. 
He wanted to be a prisoner of her pussy. And she was more than willing to 
shove back. As his tongue slipped farther into her, his eyes opened. He 
looked at her beautiful fur-trimmed triangle. And he went on sniffing. The 
delicious taste of her vagina, coupled with the delightful intoxicating 
aroma of her crotch added to his electric thrills. His hands bit into her 
ass cheeks. She wished that he would cut his finger nails before he would 
eat pussy. She made a mental note to mention it to Max when it was all over. 

When she reached a certain pinnacle of sexual ecstasy," the only thing she 
could do to express her great erotic pleasure and arousal was to throw her 
legs over his shoulders. Max immediately went on tonguing deeper. He liked 
the warmth of her thighs as she pressed against him. 

"Oh, baby," she told him, "lick my pussy. Lick it." 

She was going out of her mind with erotic pleasure now. She knew it wouldn't 
be much longer until she was cuming. Then it happened. Her hot pussy juices 
flowed freely. Max was lapping her up. 

"Ohhh," she exclaimed excitedly, "baby, lick my pussy." 

She went on holding him. And he didn't pull his tongue out of her until he 
knew she'd finished juicing. Then slowly he withdrew and looked at her. 

"Did you like it?" she asked him. 

Max nodded. 

"You don't know how much," he told her. 

Then Max suggested something that she wasn't overly fond of. 

"You know that pussy jelly can work two ways," he grinned with a little-boy 
expression. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Max," she told him quite frankly. 

"I mean," he explained, "that it wouldn't be difficult to slip one of those 
plastic tubes up my asshole and squeeze it. Then you could eat my ass out. 
Doesn't that sound peachy?" 

Max was laughing. 

"Do you get it?" he asked her anxiously. "Do you get it?" 

"Yes, I get it," she told him. "You want to stick one of those plastic 
containers of peach up your asshole and squeeze it out and make me lick it 
out." 

"Yes," he told her. "It's peachy. You know, two ways. Peach taste and peachy 
idea." 

She had to hand it to Max. He really was smart. Maybe he'd gotten too punchy 
with all of the fighting. 

"Just a minute, baby," he said anxiously. "I'll roll over and let you slip 
it up my asshole. You'll do that for me, won't you?" 

She nodded. 

"You'd better give me some good fucking leads," she told him as he returned, 
bent over and handed her the peach container of pussy jelly to slip up his 
rectum. 

"That's a nice time to mention it," he told her. 

"A most appropriate time," she said, letting the plastic container of peach 
pussy jelly slide smoothly up his tight anal passage. 

She squeezed the contents out into his asshole and Max could hardly wait for 
her to suck him now. She clasped Max's ass cheeks. She let her tongue 
penetrate up his rectum. She could taste the peach pussy jelly. His ass 
tasted sweet. She sucked him hard and he loved it. He began pumping on his 
penis while she sucked on his asshole. She figured that she could do both. 
Reaching over she gripped his cock. She began rimming him with her tongue in 
his ass and pulled his penis with her fingers. 

"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. Suck, baby, suck. 
That's the way. Keep it up. I love it." 

She was doing her thing. And Max was enjoying every moment of it. 

"Eat my ass out," he told her. "Oh, baby, suck my asshole. That's what I 
want you to do. Suck it." 

She could not understand why men enjoyed having her use her tongue to 
penetrate up their ass channels. Nevertheless, if this was what they enjoyed 
she calculated she would do it. For she recognized she might be able to 
derive plenty of economic benefits by so doing. Certainly it was not the 
most pleasurable task in the world. 

Reaching over she gripped his cock and pumped hard. 

"Beautiful," Max exclaimed. "A rim job and a jerk job. Magnificent. Oh, 
baby, keep sucking my ass, keep pulling my pecker." 

She timed her tongue penetration up Max's tight anus to the beat of her hand 
as she pulled on his cock. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her anxiously, "I love it. That's beautiful. Now 
you're doing it. Come on, sweetheart, suck my asshole. Way up there. Don't 
be bashful." 

She went on plunging her tongue high up Max's hot, tight asshole. He was 
obviously getting a big charge out of this. 

"Suck my ass," he told her anxiously. "Suck it, baby. That's the way. Oh, 
sweetheart, now you're really licking my butt good." 

Finally when she could see his body was trembling with sexual arousal, she 
pulled away. She let her tongue sweep across his big hairy balls. He loved 
the feeling of her tongue lashing at his testicles. At the same time her 
hand went on pumping his long, hard shaft. 

Her mouth opened and she let his balls slip inside. This pleased him a lot. 

"Do me," he gasped, "do my dick. Suck my cock off." 

She released his balls from her mouth and licked in short, loving laps to 
the head of his penis. Max was pleased as he saw her approaching the top of 
his shaft. He could hardly wait until her mouth moved over his penis and she 
sucked him. 

"You'll like it," he told her. "I love it, baby. Max has a lot of juice in 
his balls. You'll find that out soon enough." 

She let her mouth travel from the head of his shaft to the base. He was 
getting more and more turned on. 

"Oh, baby" he told her, "now you're licking. Just like I like it. Suck me. 
Suck me off." 

All at once his hard cock exploded. Hot white cream shot up her mouth. She 
swallowed hard. 

"Eat it," he insisted. "Eat my dick stick. That's what I want you to do, 
baby. Suck it off. Every drop of it." 

When she had finished sucking and swallowing on his mainstem, she pulled off 
gently. She brushed her big bosoms against Max's balls. He could not help 
but comment on how great she was. 

"I never had a cock suck that good before," he told her. "You're beautiful, 
baby. You really are." 

She was proud of herself. And now she figured Max could give her information 
leading to some of the top big-wigs in New York society that needed to have 
some sexual arousal. She thought it appropriate to mention it to him at this 
point. However, he wanted to lick on her breasts. 

"Quit talking to me about business when I want to suck on your tits," he 
told her. "That's not nice. Don't be a naughty girl." 

Being naughty meant thinking of anything besides sex, as far as Max was 
concerned, she calculated. She watched as he licked at her breasts. He liked 
to reach down and finger her pussy while he was sucking on her bosoms. 

"You're beautiful," he told her, "you really are, darling. And Max 
appreciates you. Why don't you just stay here and play the role of the good 
wife for me?" 

She laughed in his face. 

"You don't want a wife," she told him. "You want a mistress. When you get 
tired of me, Max, you'll want another girl who sits at the bar and gives you 
the big eye." 

"You're telling the truth, I do have a roving-eye problem. I mean, I 
appreciate what women represent. I can tell the difference just by watching 
them walk into the place. I mean, I can tell the ones who'll make a good 
fuck and the ones that'll be no good." 

She shook her head. 

"Yes, Max," she told him . 

Now as he fingered her pussy she discovered he knew how to masturbate her 
beautifully. 

"Like that?" he smiled. 

She nodded. 

"Reach for my pecker," he oredred, "and do the same thing for me." 

She reached for his cock which was hardening. As she tugged on it it became 
still stiffer. 

"Keep it up," Max insisted. "That feels real good. Now you're doing it. Just 
like I like it. Yes, keep it going." 

She began working hard on this. She wanted to give him every erotic kick she 
knew how. 

"Faster, baby," he told her, "get the tempo." 

She was pulling his penis at the same beat that he was fingering her pussy. 
She knew that it couldn't be much longer until they both came. 

"Let's make it together," he told her. "Nice and juicy." 

His eyes glowed as he talked dirty and went on fingering her vagina. He knew 
how to manipulate her love button. Then he would use his two fingers as if 
they were a cock. She marvelled at his skill. Apparently he'd done this an 
awful lot. All at once he made it. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed as he shot her a load. It landed on her breasts. 
Max laughed. Seconds later she came, too. It pleased him that he had made it 
in such close proximity to her climax. 

Finally he pulled his fingers out of her. 

"Now, Max," she asked him again, "where are these rich men? I want to know 
all about it." 

Max shook his head. 

"I'm tired," he told her. "We can discuss it tomorrow morning." 

She could tell from the forceful way he said it this time that he really 
meant it. So she didn't want to get him to the point where he would display 
a violent side. 

That night she didn't sleep well. She was troubled. She thought perhaps 
she'd given Max a free fuck and he would never tell her a thing. 

The next morning over coffee he revealed some interesting and important 
facts to her about sex in New York. 

"You've got to travel in the right circles," he explained, "and it just 
depends on how you make your hangup fit their hangup, if you know what I 
mean." 

"I'm not quite sure I read you," she said, sipping her coffee slowly and 
looking out at the apartments lined up like sentinels along the street. 

"All right," Max continued. "Take this house over on Gramercy. They have a 
woman who satisfies every need imaginable. If a girl works there she can 
expect to get the whips, or have to whip a guy. Or she might have to let a 
guy chain her to a wall for a week. Of course, they pay you well." 

"Damn it. that sounds grim" she told' him. "I don't want anything that far 
out. Just some normal-abnormal sex. The simple acts." 

Max could see very easily what the score was. 

"A regular hooker can make it big or she can make it small. If she works 
around the 42nd Street area she's not gonna make much. She can give a blow 
job for twenty-five dollars. Of course, it can be a quickie and usually is." 

"I'm in the big leagues," Rita said emphatically. "I know I've got plenty. 
And I'm not gonna sell it for nothing. Do you blame me, Max?" 

"Of course I don't," he told her. "You'd be a fucking fool if you did." 

She looked at him and asked him the going prices for various acts. 

"When you give a cock suck and an ass suck tossed in for good measure, as 
well as a pussy fuck and an ass fuck, what do you get?" 

"Thaf s everything," Max explained. "That's a hundred and fifty. I mean, a 
girl of your character getting it. You see, the regular price is 
one-twenty-five, but when you throw in an ass suck, that's twenty-five 
extra." 

"It should be," she said grimly, "because it isn't easy to suck ass." 

"But everybody's doing it, one way or another," Max chuckled, pouring 
himself some more coffee. 

At this point she asked if he could supply her with some men that she might 
contact. 

"Of course I shouldn't do anything like that," he told her. "The owner of 
the bar would probably kill me if he ever found out about it." 

"But how is he gonna find out about it?" Rita smiled knowingly. "I'm not 
gonna tell him and I'm certain that you're not about to." 

"You have a point there," he told her. "It's just that I should get 
something for taking the risk. Yes, the risk factor should give me a free 
fuck now and then." 

"What does now and then mean?" 

"Well, just now and then," Max said. 

Rita thought she could handle him as long as he could supply her with some 
important contacts. 

"How about those Wall Street men?" she asked. "The bankers. I'm partial to 
money. And they're around a lot of it." 

"The men who get hot rocks for you might try to embezzle some of that 
money," Max chuckled. "What do you say about that?" 

She laughed. 

"Absurd," she told him. "They don't have to do stuff like that. They can 
charge it off as a business expense." 

"Yeah, monkey business," he laughed. 

Finally he gave her three names. 

"You can call these men," he told her, "and you can say that your friend 
Max, who works at the Well of the Sea, thought that they might like to meet 
you. That's all you need to say. They'll understand." 

"I figured they would," she laughed. "I'm not gonna draw pictures." 

She went back to her apartment later that day and she made her first call in 
the afternoon. She had no idea what the man would look like or what age he'd 
be. All she had was his name and the fact that he was well off financially. 
She didn't like doing what she was, but she figured she might as well sell 
it. After all, wherever she got a job the men would forever ask her for free 
sex. 

She called up Ken Carter. Carter worked as a bank executive. 

"Mr. Carter speaking," he began in a firm, youthful voice. 

"Mr. Carter, this is Rita," she began. "Max, my friend who tends bar at the 
Well of the Sea thought we would have something in common." 

Ken was nervous. He was noticeably nervous as he explained how awkward it 
was for him to talk at this moment. 

"I'm in a conference," he told her. "I wonder if I could have your number 
and call you back in an hour or so."  She gave him her number. She waited 
as she watched an old Joan Crawford movie, Susan And God. As she watched the 
star, she couldn't help think of the melodrama in her own life. And she 
wondered if she shouldn't ask god about where she was headed. She was 
certain that god would tell her she was doomed to hell for carrying on the 
way she was. She almost made up her mind to never get involved in anything 
like selling it when the phone rang. 

 Chapter Ten 

Picking up the phone she answered softly. 

"Yes," she began. 

"This is Ken," he told her. 

"I'm free to talk now. I know Max very well. He has given me some excellent 
connections." 

"That's nice," she said indifferently. 

For a second Ken figured she might have been drinking. So many of the women 
that were sent his way by Max did drink. But he wasn't worried about that. 
He wanted to set something up. 

"I am going to be at the Waldorf tonight," he told her, "and perhaps we 
could meet there for drinks. How about that?" 

"Why, yes," she told him, "that would be fine." 

Meeting Ken at the Waldorf was great fun. He was a handsome man. He was 
blond with fair skin and deep-set blue eyes. There was something almost like 
a preacher about him. But when he glanced at her bosoms she recognized there 
was also something of the devil in him. 

"Where are you from, Rita?" 

"A little town in the mid-West," she told him. 

"Where?" 

"Manhattan," she laughed. 

"That's where we are," he wondered as she told him this. Was she putting him 
on? 

"Manhattan, Kansas," she explained. 

"This is a little different than back there, isnt it?" 

"In a way," she told him. "But people are the same all over. They eat, they 
work, they sleep." 

"And they fuck," he whispered as he bent over to her. 

She turned around to make sure no one heard him. But Ken had watched his 
words wisely. No one had. 

"Yes, and that, too," she nodded. "I'm horny tonight," Ken whispered, "and I 
would like to make it with you. We could get a room right here." 

"We?" 

"I mean, I could," he told her. "And I could slip you up." 

"This is a real posh place," she told him. 

"The best is none to good for a beautiful girl," he flashed her a knowing 
grin. 

"It's a hundred and fifty," she said, not batting an eye. 

"For you, it's worth it," he told her. "And that's including everything. Am 
I right?" 

At this point Ken displayed his keen sense of business. 

"Yes," she said, looking at him evenly. 

As she looked into his eyes she imagined all that he would expect of her. 
She could just see him pulling out his huge shaft and making her lick it. 
She could see him parting his legs and insisting she go down and suck on his 
asshole. She could imagine him plunging that mammoth penis into her pussy. 
She could imagine him getting her down on the floor and ramming it up her 
asshole. She knew all that would take place. In a way she wanted to stop. 
Her mind reverted back to that picture, Susan And God. It was haunting her. 

"What's wrong?" Ken asked. "Is something bothering you tonight?" 

"No, no, nothing's bothering me," she insisted. 

"You have a vague look," he told her, "like something's disturbing you." 

"No, I was just thinking of what a lucky woman your wife is." 

"Forget her," he told her. "That's why I'm with you, baby. To forget her." 

It was obvious that he didn't want to discuss this. 

"You know, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "let me tell you something. You 
are a very lucky girl to get me. I consider myself a prize man. I mean, I 
have everything. And I know how to use it." 

She didn't appreciate his male bravado. And as he continued bragging about 
himself she almost wondered if his cock would stay limp and never get up. 
This had happened. She remembered all too well the bookkeeper who told her 
what a fantastic stud he was, only to be unable to get his penis to perform. 
She tried to erase such thoughts from her mind. 

"All right," he told her, "we're gonna have a good time. I'll register and 
III come back to meet you right here. Don't go away." 

"Don't worry, Ken," she told him. "I'm hooked." 

She gave him that look as if she was a woman hooked on sex. "No, you're a 
hooker," he laughed. 

As he walked away she looked at him. The broad-shouldered man with the trim 
waist had a confident way of walking. It annoyed and troubled her. Why 
couldn't she find someone like this? Why did she always have to hide around 
in bars and pick up men and make something dirty out of sex? After all, it 
was supposed to be beautiful. But it wasn't. It was grim and ugly. And she 
loathed herself for being involved in satisfying the strange, twisted, 
carnal desires of men who could afford her. 

Fifteen minutes later Ken returned. His face was aglow. 

"Got it aD set, baby," he told her. "I've got a room in the towers. We'll 
have a nice view of Manhattan." 

"Yeah, I'll be looking at Manhattan a lot," she said. "Flat on my back and 
looking at a ceiling." 

He smiled. 

"You need another drink." 

"Yes, I need another and another," she assured him with a heavy sigh. 

The waiter came over and he ordered her two bourbon and Sevens. When she had 
finished drinking them, they went up to the elevator and went to the room 
together. 

When he got into the room he didn't hesitate to start undressing. 

"I hope you don't mind," he told her, "but you look so much nicer without 
any clothes on." 

"Isn't it funny," she laughed. "We women spend so much money putting all 
these clothes on our backs and you men can hardly wait to take them all 
off." 

"Sure," he chuckled, "that figures. The woman is trying to hide what she's 
got and the man is trying to find out what she's got. And the only way you 
can do it is when you strip her down bare." 

"And it's all there," she said. "It's all in nudity. Character, soul, these 
don't count." 

"Damn it," he told her, "I didn't go out with you to get a sermon. Do you 
feel guilty about what you're doing?" 

She shook her head. 

"No, but I saw Joan Crawford in one of those soap operas she made at Metro 
years ago," she explained, "and I guess I got carried away." 

"I should have taken you out to a matinee of Deep Throat;' he told her. 
"That would get you in the mood. Or maybe The Last Tango in Paris." 

She looked at him. 

"Mentioning tango," she told him, "what are you gonna use when you fuck my 
asshole?" 

"Have you got ESP or something?" he asked her. "How did you know I wanted to 
screw your asshole?" 

"Everybody does," she explained with a laugh. 

He nodded. "I'd better order some coffee and toast," he told her, "and tell 
them to bring up plenty of butter and jelly. I can use the butter for my 
pecker so it'll slip up your ass easy. I can use the jelly in your pussy so 
ifll lick sweet." 

She nodded. 

"If I didn't have tits this big you could order melons and lick on them," 
she laughed. 

"I don't need melons with breasts like that staring at me," he assured her. 

She laughed and so did he. Now he was prepared for carrying on with her 
sexually just as she wanted him to. 

At this point he was only too eager to have sex with her. 

She stripped down completely and when the bellboy came to the door with the 
toast, jelly, butter and coffee, Ken tipped him and dropped his towel. The 
bellboy laughed when he observed his hard-on. 

"You know, baby," she smiled at him, "you do look funny." 

He sat there and sipped his coffee. Then he told her what he wanted to do 
first. 

"If you don't mind, I'd like to eat your pussy first. How about that? 
There's some apricot jelly." 

He took a spoon and began dipping into the apricot jelly. Naked now and 
willing to spread, for him, she walked over to the bed. Spreading her legs 
invitingly she lay back and waited. 

"Part your pussy lips," he told her, "and I'll slip the apricot jelly 
inside." 

She parted her pussy lips for him. He scooped the apricot jelly into her 
vagina. Then he bent over. He began licking her. "Eat me," she told him. "Go 
ahead and eat me. 

She reached down and held him. She gripped his head as he let his tongue 
slip inside her pussy. She loved the erotic pleasure of his tongue lapping 
up the apricot jelly in her vagina. 

"Eat me," she urged him. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. That's the way to do 
it. Suck my pussy. Suck me." 

His tongue stabbed into her vagina. He was licking her now in darting 
movements. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels. Keep pushing 
your pussy up to meet my tongue." 

Ken reached back and gripped her ass cheeks. He held her as he brought his 
face even with her pussy again. His tongue went on driving into her. 

"Yes, Ken," she begged him, "suck my twat. Oh, I love your tongue slipping 
inside of me." 

She was throwing her head from side to side on the pillow as she saved every 
erotic thrill she could in her memory bank. She never wanted to forget these 
moments with Ken. He was so handsome. He had such a righteous, beautiful 
look about him. She enjoyed his fair skin and his blue eyes. She liked to 
reach down and let her hands wander through Ken's golden hair as he drove 
his tongue into her there. "Lick my pussy," she panted eagerly. "Oh, Ken, 
keep it up. I can't stand it. I can't stand it." 

Her voice was rising jn a crescendo of ecstasy as Ken's lapping, licking 
tongue thrilled her. He flipped his tongue up and down her love button. 

"Yes, yes," she cried out, "keep it up. Oh, darling, I love it. I love it." 

Ken was thrilling her. When he had finally finished igniting her, he slowly 
eased his tongue from her a moment. He wanted her to beg for it. 

"Why did you stop, tiger?" 

He looked at the frustrated expression on her face. It pleased him. He could 
see that she was more than a hooker. She was a woman who enjoyed being 
sucked. 

His tongue returned to licking. He went on driving and licking and eating 
her. And at the same time his hands gripped her round ass cheeks. He 
squeezed them_as he sucked out her box. 

She couldn't take much more of it. When his teeth bore down on her clit she 
gushed in his mouth. Pressing his lips tightly, Ken didn't move away. He had 
created quite a suction with his mouth and he was going to devour her. Every 
drop of her. 

Finally he had finished sucking her dry. Withdrawing his tongue he smiled at 
her. 

"You were very good," she told him. 

"Now, baby," he told her, "how about a nice ass lick? I think an ass lick is 
appropriate to follow a pussy-eating job." 

She nodded. 

"Do you want the apricot jelly on your asshole?" 

She couldn't help remember what Max had made her do. And she wondered if 
this would ignite Ken's passion "I've never tried that," he told her, "but 
if you want to, go ahead." 

He rolled over on his stomach. Then he arched his ass up to make it easy for 
her to let the apricot jelly slip to his ass crack. 

She spoon fed his asshole. Then she put the apricot jelly and the spoon 
^side. She gripped his firm, round ass cheeks and let her tongue lick 
gingerly back and forth. Ken was getting more and more aroused. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her anxiously, "that's what I like. Now you're 
doing it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Keep it up. Keep it up." 

Her tongue penetrated his rectum. He was more and more aroused now. 

"Stick it high up my ass," he whispered. 

"Oh, baby, you're doing it just right." 

The apricot jelly Ken offered her from his asshole to suck was delicious. 
And she let her tongue continue licking gently. 

"Oh, beautiful," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Baby, you know how. 
Keep it up." 

Ken had never found anyone who could entertain his asshole in this erotic 
manner. Rita was obviously enjoying it. He loved the way her hands gripped 
and caressed his bare behind. She squeezed his ass cheeks as she kept her 
face in his ass crack. 

Finally she reached around and found his cock. She figured it wouldn't hurt 
to pull on his penis as she sucked on his asshole. Ken appreciated this. He 
pushed back and forth. She could tell he was enjoying it. His cock was 
lengthening as her hand gently stroked. 

"You've got the magic touch," he told her. "You know just how much pressure 
to put on my pecker. You know just how far to drive your tongue up my 
asshole. Baby, you're beautiful." 

At this point he was eager to discover all of the thrills that he could. 

"Finger my nuts, too," he told her. "I enjoy that sensation while you're 
pulling my cock." 

She used one hand for his penis and the other for his balls. It forced Ken 
to swing over farther so she didn't have to keep her hands parting his ass 
crack to keep her tongue up his rectum. Ken used his hands to help her. He 
parted his ass cheeks all the way so she could let her tongue continue 
slipping up his rectum while her hands played with his penis and balls. 

"Oh, that's sweet sucking," he told her. "Baby, I've never gotten kicks like 
this. I'm really aroused. Keep doing it for me. Wow!" 

Ken wiggled. He wanted to get her tongue sliding up his asshole as far as it 
would go. 

"Eat my butt, baby," he told her. "Now you're really doing it. Come on, 
sweetheart, suck my ass out." 

Ken never knew how much pleasure he would derive from having a woman lick 
his asshole. He had heard men talking about this when he was on a college 
football team. And he always figured it would be fun. But he knew better 
than to ask his wife Maureen to do anything like this. For Maureen thought 
it was obscene to mention eating pussy or sucking cock. She always referred 
to these acts as demented and sick. It made him disgusted that she got so 
uptight about it. Finally he figured he would never ask her again. So he 
began playing around with girls that he could find who appreciated getting a 
big, thick cock in their mouth as well as a heavy cum load. 

Now he was pleased that he'd found a girl with a talented tongue. A girl who 
knew where to place her tongue. Without reservation she was dipping it high 
up his asshole. And he was deriving great pleasure from the performance. 

"Eat my ass," he continued begging her. "That's the way to do it, darling. 
Suck my asshole. Beautiful. Wild." 

She went on entertaining him. And at this point he was ready to give her 
every kind of kick he could. 

"Baby," he told her, "you're beautiful. Oh, sweetheart, now that's the way. 
Keep it up." 

Finally she figured that it was time to get Ken's cock in her mouth. Without 
asking him she let her tongue slip from his asshole and told him point 
blank, "You need to get your cock sucked. You're gonna shoot your wad on the 
bed." 

"That would be a distaster," Ken chuckled. 

"That's what I figured," she told him. 

Now she was ready to entertain him all the way. She wasted no time in 
figuring out what to do. She was determined that she was going to enjoy 
herself any way she knew how. And Ken was equally desirous of obtaining 
kicks. 

When her tongue slipped from his asshole and she got underneath him, she 
looked up at him. He guided his huge, thick shaft into her mouth. Reaching 
for his buttocks she clasped them tightly. 

"I'm gonna eat you," he told her, "when you finish eating me. I've got to 
suck your pussy again. But now, baby, lick my dick stick and do it good. I 
want to see you swallow it. Don't you dare spit it out. I'm proud of my 
sperm." 

Ken went on ramming his long, hard penis down her throat. She figured he 
might enjoy having his asshole fingered. She parted Ken's ass cheeks and 
eased her finger right up his rectum. He thrilled to the feel of her finger 
slipping up his hot, tight asshole. 

"Oh, baby, fuck my butt," he gasped eagerly. 

 Chapter Eleven 

He couldn't help admire the skill that she displayed as she sucked on his 
penis. 

At one moment she would just take the tip in her mouth and lick around it. 
The next moment he could drive it way down her throat. It was obvious she 
was crazy to suck off his cock. 

"Relax, baby," he told her. "You're getting too anxious. I want to make it 
last. I want to hang on the cliff of climax awhile. Suck slow." 

She slowed the tempo of her sucking activity. She liked to lick gently 
around the tip of it. 

She used the tip of her tongue to dip in the tip of the crown of his cock. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to give good head. That's 
beautiful. Come on, suck. Suck it off." 

She was building up quite a suction in the head of his shaft. She knew it 
wouldn't be much longer until she juiced. All of the sudden the hot sperm 
exploded in her mouth. She gobbled hungrily. 

"Eat it," he told her anxiously. "Suck it off. That's the way you do it. Oh, 
baby, now you're sucking. Suck it." 

She enjoyed the taste of it. She swallowed his cum load. She patted Ken's 
ass cheeks as she finished blowing him. He thanked her for giving him a good 
cock suck. And then she looked at his penis. 

"You've still got an erection." 

"That's my problem," he told her. 

Ken rolled over on his back and reached for a cigaret. He lit it and took a 
deep puff. As he exhaled he commented, "I don't know whether it's good or 
bad being so horny all the time." 

"I've heard about men who were too hot," she told him. "I guess you can get 
the hormones fixed so you don't get so worked up all the time." 

Ken shook his head. His blue eyes sparkled as he told her why he didn't want 
that. 

"Fm enjoying myself too much. There are plenty of women around the office 
who like to have sex with me. I'm content. If I couldn't get it up like some 
men, then I would see about hormone help. But as it stands now, baby, I'm 
perfectly satisfied." 

She wondered if Ken really was perfectly satified. She was curious to know 
why he acted as he did. 

"Ken," she asked him, "is the reason you wanted me here tonight so you can 
satisfy all of your lust that you just don't get taken care of at home?" 

He nodded. 

"Max apparently has sent other women to you to service you." 

"Yes," Ken nodded, "he has. Nice chicks like yourself. Of course, Max fucks 
them first, then he passes them along for a price." 

"Is there a payoff to him?" 

"Fifty," he shrugged. 

"That bastard," she shook her head, "and he expects some more free action 
from me." 

"Everybody has his game," he said. "I don't blame him. He has to make it, 
too." 

She reached over and gripped his penis. She gently stroked it. 

"Use the butter on it," he told her. "I'm ready to fuck your asshole." 

She reached past the toast on the plate the bellboy had brought and took the 
butter in her hands and moved over to his penis. She slid the cube of butter 
up and down his cock. 

"Use the other cube on my balls," Ken suggested. 

She figured she might as well. She knew some men enjoyed a ball massage 
almost as much as having her pull on the penis. 

She applied the remaining butter cube which was beginning to melt, to Ken's 
testicles. Ken felt shivers of excitement tingle up and down his spine as 
she worked her fingers gently back and forth across his balls and his penis. 

"Oh, I like that," he told her. "That's real nice." 

She was giving him some effective action. And he was enjoying it. 

"Baby," he told her, "you are really something. I want you to jerk on it 
until I get a raving hard-on. How about that?" 

She nodded and smiled. 

"Keep it up," he told her. "That's the way I like it." 

Ken lay back and let her play with him. Then he knew it was time for her to 
give him the ass fuck he sought. 

Finally he told her the position he enjoyed the most. 

"All I want to see now, baby," he told her, "are your ass cheeks. I want you 
bending so far over that it'll be easy to slip it up there. I'm not a 
sadist. I just like a nice tight fuck. All right?" 

She nodded nervously and smiled. 

"Sure, Ken, if that's what you want." 

In this bent-over position Ken clasped her bare bottom. He squeezed her ass 
cheeks. Now he prepared to give her a good, hard balling. He plunged his 
rigid cock right up her rectum. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "that feels super. Come on, sweetheart, do it 
nice." 

She ground her hips around. Ken plunged into her with deep, driving cock 
stabs. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her eagerly, "that's the way I like it. Now you're 
doing it." 

His penis penetrated her asshole. She had never experienced anything quite 
like it. 

"Fuck, baby, fuck," he told her. "Thaf s the way I like it. Now you're doing 
it. Oh, baby, that's beautiful." 

He got past her tight anal ring without too much difficulty. The butter was 
helping stretch her ass. But he was certain she had been fucked here before 
and that was why it was easy to get his rigid male member up her smoothly. 

"I can see why men like to fuck your asshole" he commented. "If s tight. And 
you know how to wiggle. Baby, I love it. One time I fucked a waitress who 
was a real dead-ass screw. She made a big fuss about me wanting to slip it 
up her ass and then she just lay there. It was miserable." 

"You shouldn't have paid her, Ken," she told him. 

"I wasn't paying her anyway," he laughed. "She wanted to be fucked so I laid 
her. But unfortunately she wasn't very good. That's the problem when you get 
something for free. Even a piece of ass usually is no damn fucking good." 

Ken laughed as he gripped her now and bent over all the way. 

"Twist your tail," he told her. "That's it. Oh, baby, grind it. Lefs 
corkscrew fuck." 

She knew what that meant. When Ken thrust his male member to the right, she 
twisted to the left. When he thrust to the left, she ground her hips to the 
right. 

"Oh, yes," he told her, "I love that. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, 
fuck." 

With repeated cock jabs he went on thrusting. She was so excited now she was 
shaking. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "Just like I like it. Come on, baby, fuck it off." 

Ken could tell from her slippery twisting asshole that he was going to make 
it soon. 

"Yes," he enthused, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck it. Fuck, baby, 
fuck." 

He was thrusting now at an even, regular tempo. It wasn't a wild, 
penetrating cock stab, but a smooth, even one. As dignified as his executive 
position allowed. She wondered if his conservative ways carried over in bed. 
And as he gently stabbed her asshole with his cock, she figured this must be 
true. She was making more mental notes about the varieties of ways men liked 
to ball her. 

"Fuck," he exclaimed anxiously, "fuck it, baby. Keep twisting your tail. 
That's it. Now you're cloing it. Oh, lover, fuck it." 

He was shoving in hard. 

"Sock it to me, Ken," she told him. "I want to feel it. Come on, tiger, ram 
it in there. Fuck me like Max did." 

Ken knew what she meant. His wife had often said that he wasn't forceful 
enough in the way he did it to her. Ken was challenged. He met the challenge 
with an advancing cock stab up her asshole that made her reel in pain. She 
wondered if there would be anything left of her ass. 

"Fuck," he told her, "just like that. Twist it. Grind it. Oh, baby, you're 
beautiful. I love it." 

He was really ramming it home now. And she was deriving more and more kicks 
out of his fucking her. 

"Oh, now, now," he told her. "Twist your tail. I'm there, baby. Fuck it 
off." 

She knew what that meant. Judging from the way he was gripping her ass 
cheeks tightly and squeezing them, she could determine he had reached a 
scorcher of a climax. The hot sperm load shot up her ass a second later. 

"Beautiful," he told her. "A super ass fuck." 

When Ken slid his hard shaft out of her cum-coated asshole he rolled over 
and took a breather. 

She was curious to know what Ken's wife Maureen was like. 

"Tell me something about Maureen," she asked. 

"I don't like to talk about her," Ken insisted. 

"Oh, don't be that way," she insisted. "Perhaps I can tell you some tricks 
to make Maureen happy." 

"Name one," he demanded. 

"Perhaps if you would get her stoned out of her gourd you could go down on 
her and stick your tongue in her twat and she would go wild." 

"I tried that," he told her. 

"And what happened?" 

"She began beating me with her fist and saying I was a sucking pervert." 

"Oh, that's awful," she shook her head. "Think of all of the pleasure she's 
missing with your talented tongue." 

"That's what I tried to tell her with my talented tongue," he quipped. 

She figured perhaps it was a sore point and she had better not discuss it. 
But she was eager to find out what it would be like to have him stick his 
cock in her pussy. 

"Why don't we take a nice bath together?" she suggested. "And then later 
when your pecker comes up again you can stick it in my pussy. How does that 
grab you?" 

"It sounds good to me," he told her. "Real good." 

They went to the bathroom together. She drew the water and he got in the tub 
with her. When she bent over and he caught sight of her round ass cheeks 
again, he felt like screwing her asshole once more. But she shook her head. 

"No way," she smiled. "I want to feel it slipping into my pussy. I can give 
you a marvelous workout. I know how to snap it and everything." 

Once in the water together, he reached over and affectionately fondled her 
bosoms. She enjoyed the way he pinched at her nipple tips. 

"I can see them get erect when I do this," Ken grinned. 

The glint in his blue eyes appealed to her. And then when he reached down 
and fondly fingered her vagina, she rolled her head back and forth as waves 
of sexual ecstasy delighted her. 

"You turn on with me, don't you?" he asked her point blank. 

"Yes, we vibe, Ken. That's why I wanted to know about Maureen. I know 
there's no chance on god's earth I could ever have you. But I thought it 
would be beautiful to hear all about your sex life with your wife. Because 
weird as it may seem, I wish I could be her." 

Ken looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. He bent over 
and kissed her cheek affectionately. 

"You're a sweet kid," he told her, "and not bitchy like Maureen is. She was 
a spoiled so- ciety debutante. Had the works. Her father was rich. He got me 
my job at the bank." 

"That's why you married her," she said suddenly. 

"How did you know?" 

"It was easy to figure that out," she told him. "because you don't seem to 
really care for her. And I doubt if you ever did." 

"I never did," Ken admitted honestly. "I wanted to get ahead in the world. I 
figured some way I could wiggle out of our marriage. But once she had a 
couple of kids by me the hooks were in. There's no way out now." 

She reached for his cock and gently stroked him as she placed her lips on 
his. Her eyes fascinated him. 

"Oh, Ken," she told him, "I guess we're all caught in different traps. I'm 
in my own sex trap. People have wanted to go to bed with me so much that I 
fell into the attention trap. I enjoyed being the center of attention. I 
never realized it was destroying me. Now look what I do for a living." 

"You're giving me a lot of pleasure," he told her, "and there's nothing 
wrong with happiness. Not yet, baby. Not yet." 

They got out of the bathtub and went back to the bedroom. Ken straddled her. 
He stroked himself up until his cock was hard again. 

"There's still a lot of life in that pecker of mine," he smiled as he slowly 
edged the tip of his shaft to her fur-trimmed triangle. He brushed it back 
and forth gently until she begged for it. 

"Fuck me, Ken," she urged him. 

Ken plunged his rigid penis into her pussy. Her hips shoved forward as the 
electrical thrills of sex raced through her body and mind. Once he was down 
on her she clasped his ass cheeks and squeezed them adoringly as he fucked 
vigorously. 

"I want you, baby," she told him. "I want all of you. I want the most 
intimate parts of your body. I want to feel the back of your balls. I want 
your big, thick cock riding into me. Oh, baby, I want to give you every 
thrill she doesn't. Fuck me, Ken. Fuck me, Ken." 

With insistent cock stabs Ken's shaft entertained her. He was pleased that 
he could perform so expertly. But he had to credit her. For she really 
enjoyed having sex. And he could tell she was turned on with him. The 
magnificent blond specimen of manhood rammed hard into the gorgeous girl. 
Her pussy muscles clasped his thick, sliding penis. And just as she 
promised, she knew how to snap her pussy. 

She would release her pussy hold on his penis and then grip it tightly. 

"Yes, baby, yes," he urged her on. "That feels super fantastic. Fuck. Fuck," 
They were developing a rhythm together. They rolled over on their sides. 
They went on fucking hard. 

"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "Fuck it. That's how I want it. Fuck, 
baby, fuck." 

With deep, penetrating cock stabs he went on ramming into her. She was so 
excited now she could hardly stand it. 

"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's just like I like^it. 
Twist your tail for me. Fuck it. Fuck." 

He went on ramming into her. And she was hotter now. 

To almost there," Ken told her. "Wrap your legs around me. Squeeze and fuck 
baby. Baby, do it, please." 

Their bodies were sweating now. They were like two animals in heat as Ken's 
thick penis rammed forward. All of the sudden he was cuming. His hot, white 
cream erupted from his penis tip. 

"Keep it up," she panted. "Yes, baby, yes. That's what I want. Thaf s what I 
need." 

She came a second later. Ken wanted her to join him. in climax. He had 
enjoyed it so much that he pressed his lips on hers in a gesture of deep 
feeling. 

 Chapter Twelve 

Ken Frenched her. 

Finally withdrawing his tongue, he licked his lips. She went on playing with 
his ass cheeks. .. 

"Why couldn't I have found you?" he asked her. "I wouldn't even worry about 
that job if I could have you, honey." 

Her smile told him just how much she cared. Then Ken had to leave-her. 

"You can stay here the rest of the night if you want to," he told her. 

"No thanks, love," she smiled. "I have a nice place. But I did enjoy our 
little love tryst." 

He paid her a hundred and fifty, dollars. After she had tucked the money 
into her purse and watched Ken dress, she got dressed half an hour later. 

When she got home the phone was ringing. Sure enough, it was Max. Faithful 
Max. 

"Hey, did you have a nice time?" he questioned her. 

"Sure I did," she told him. "Ken was a great stud." 

"Nice fellow, too," he told her. 

"Fifty dollars nice," she told him. 

"Don't zap me," he told her. "So what If I do pick up a little here and 
there. Nothing wrong with that." 

She knew there was something wrong with that. She knew that he was pimping 
and she was hustling. But she didn't say anymore. 

"Hey, I caught that picture, The Happy Hooker, today," he told her. "Great 
film." 

"Yeah," she told him. "I could make another movie called The Unhappy Hooker. 
Look, Max, I'm not gonna be asking you for much more business. I don't want 
to go on like this." 

"Just when I'd planned to introduce you to my girl friend," he told her. 
"Gilda is a great gal. She said she would enjoy teaching you all she knew 
about pussy eating. She's nuts about beautiful chicks. I get my kicks 
watching." 

"Well, I've tried everything else," she told him. Maybe I should try Gilda, 
too. How much is there in it for me?" 

"Gilda makes a mint putting on exhibitions with other women. If you're game 
to try it I will give you an introduction." 

"Why not?" she smiled nervously. 

He got the point. Gilda was ready for the introduction and so was Rita. 

The following weekend Gilda dropped by the bar. Max introduced her. 

"Gilda, meet Rita." 

Rita smiled. 

"Pleased to meet you," she told Gilda. 

Gilda nodded. 

"Pleasure's all mine, honey." 

Gilda whispered something in her ear and Max watched as she opened her purse 
and displayed a dildo for Rita to look at. Rita didn't find it funny. 

"Oh, I'm just a practical joker," she smiled. "I like to carry this around 
for laughs." 

"Yes," she nodded nervously. "I guess it's funny." 

The two women smiled at each other and Max was almost envious for a moment. 

"Baby," he told her, "there isn't a reason in the world why we can't play. I 
want to have a good time and so do you. Now why don't you two chicks go get 
acquainted." 

That night Gilda took Rita to her place. She lived in a posh place on Park 
Avenue. 

"There are a lot of weirdo, sick men in this community," she laughed, as she 
undressed. 

"Yeah, and there are a lot of sick women, too," Rita said in a pouting 
manner. 

"Knock it off," Gilda said tightly. "I don't appreciate cracks like that. 
I've been mighty nice to you, young lady. And let's have some gratitude. 
Okay, already?" 

It was bothering her no end that Rita was being difficult. But she was 
determined that she wasn't going to let it throw her. 

"Baby," she smiled at her, "just stretch out on the bed and let me do the 
rest." 

A moment later Gilda was on top of her like a man. She displayed the pink 
dildo and then she guided it into Rita's pussy. The two women were soon fast 
at it. 

"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me good." As the two women threshed about on 
the bed, they became more and more aroused. 

"Oh, baby," she told her, "you don't know how good this feels to me. Keep 
fucking." With insistent dildo stabs, Gilda went on ramming it to the other 
woman. It was amazing to her how much she could enjoy this. 

"Oh, honey," she told her, "I love it. Just keep it up. That's the way to do 
it, darling. Fuck. Fuck good." 

Now the two women were going at it in earnest. 

"Faster," Gilda told her. "Push your ass back to meet my dildo stabs." 

Immediately Rita recognized that she had to put a lot of action into her 
movements. And then she got the surprise of her life. For Gilda pulled the 
magnificent dildo out of her pussy. It was dripping with their mutual love 
juices. 

"Now roll over, honey," she told her, "and I'm gonna ravish your asshole." 

Rita wasn't exactly anxious to have this happen. She shook her head. 

"No, baby, let me do it," Gilda insisted. "I get such a charge out of that. 
I don't know why, but I do." 

"It's because you're sick," Rita told her bluntly. 

"Nice thing to say," Gilda snapped. 

"It's the truth and you know it," Rita, told her. "I'm not a lesbian and I 
don't want to turn on with another woman. Do you mind?" 

"No, not as long as I can have your behind," Gilda smiled as she rolled her 
over forcefully. Then she straddled her, mounted her and fucked her. As the 
dildo slipped up her asshole she let out a howl of protest. No man had ever 
driven his cock up her butt as hard as this girl was doing at this instant. 

"Fuck it," she panted as she thrust it to her. "Baby, twist your butt. 
That's it. Feels smooth." 

At this point they were becoming more and more aroused. 

"Oh, baby," Gilda groaned, "you've sure got a nice tight ass. I like to see 
you twist it." 

Gilda bent over. She crushed her big bosoms against Rita's back. Then she 
reached around to grip Rita's breasts. She pinched the nipples excitedly. 

"Come on, sweetheart," she smiled, "give me a good screwing. You know I love 
this. Keep it up, darling. Yes, baby, yes. Now you're doing it. That's the 
way I love it. Keep it up." 

The two women were enjoying this enormously. 

Now both of them were cuming. It amazed Rita that Gilda could make it like 
this. Nevertheless, she felt her pussy juices flowing around her ass. 
Seconds later she was juicing, too. Gilda's soggy fingers pulled out of her 
pussy hole. 

"Oh, baby," she told her, "you are too much." 

There was do doubt about it in her mind. This was an erotic treat for her. 
But there was more in store for Rita. Much more than she calculated. 

Once Gilda had pulled the slippery dildo out of her asshole and unstrapped 
it and tossed it aside, she spread her legs wide and suggested that Rita go 
down on her. 

"Honey, do you want to eat my snatch?" 

First Rita couldn't answer. But it didn't take long for Gilda to get her 
going. 

"Baby, if we're gonna make the big money and hit big time, you're gonna have 
to go down and lick." 

"I guess I could." 

Gilda put it to her squarely. 

"You don't think it's offensive when a man eats your box do you?" 

Rita shook her head. 

"No, that's natural." 

"It's just as natural when a woman eats another woman," Gilda insisted. 
"It's your mouth over my pussy. When a man goes down on you it's his mouth 
over your pussy. There isn't any difference between mouths. The connection 
is the same." 

"But the vibration is different," Rita insisted. "It's a man and a woman." 

"It's mouth meeting pussy," Gilda said matter-of-f^ctly. "Now get down there 
and forget your hangups, honey. My crotch is itching for a good tongue job. 
Do it good." 

Gilda wasn't joking. She expected Rita to get down there. She patted her 
pussy affectionately, Rita got down between her legs. She let her tongue 
whip back and forth. 

"Yes, baby, yes," she begged her, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing 
it, love. Keep it up. Faster. Whip your tongue around. I love it. Just like 
that. Suck. Suck my crotch. Suck my pussy." 

The two women were going at it hot and heavy. Rita's tongue was sliding 
vigorously into Gilda's pussy. 

"Yes, darling," she told her anxiously. "That's the way I love it. Now 
you're sucking. Come on, beautiful, suck it." 

The two women were going ape. 

"Keep it up," Gilda begged as she threw her legs over Rita's shoulders. 

Rita's hands clasped her ass cheeks. 

"You can finger fuck my asshole while you're eating my box," Gilda suggested 
slyly. 

Apparently Gilda did get a big charge out of forcing another woman to 
experience this unusual erotic sensation. Rita had to admit it was indeed 
unique. 

The thrills shot through her hody. 

"Keep it up," Gilda begged her. "Keep that tongue churning around, baby. 
Taste it. Oh, it's gonna be good for you, honey." 

Seconds later, Gilda juiced. Rita knew what to do. All she had to recall was 
what men had done to her. She let her tongue slip and slide all around 
inside Gilda's beautiful box. Then she nibbled at her clit. That got her 
going. 

"Yes, baby, yes," she panted as the ecastatic thrills shot through her. "Oh, 
darling, now you're doing it. Just like I love it. Suck it. Suck it. Oh, 
baby, you're beautiful. Keep it up. I love it. Oh, honey, now you're doing 
it. Yes, yes." 

The two women were at it now hot and heavy. 

"Eat my pussy," Gilda panted as she passionately pushed her vagina into the 
other woman's face. 

Sucking her pussy juices without inhibition, Rita discovered she could do 
anything. 

Once she pulled her tongue out of Gilda's box, she had a big surprise. For 
Gilda had a party lined up for the following weekend. 

"There's this rich guy," she told her, "who lives in a penthouse suite over 
on Riverside Drive. He throws the most colorful parties for his out-of-town 
guests. You know, people from the sticks who come to the big town and want 
to see what's happening." 

"I don't think I could perform before anybody," Rita said nervously. 

Gilda threw her arms around her and caressed her lovingly. 

"Baby, forget these bastards," she told her. "We've got each other. That's 
what's important." 

Gilda's bosoms were pressing against Rita's bosoms. Her lips found her lips. 
Soon they were Frenching. It did feel wonderful to have the great breasts 
pressing against hers. She never thought she could thrill to another woman's 
bosoms. But she was learning a few things. 

"Doesn't that feel wonderful?" she asked her. 

At first she shook her head. 

"You know it does, darling," she told her. "Now relax. That's good for you. 
Oh, baby, you're beautiful." 

The two women were getting more and more ecstatic. Rita knew it wouldn't be 
long before Gilda was asking her for some more sex. 

"Why don't you slip that dildo on?" she asked her. "Go-ahead, honey, try and 
see what it's like." 

At this point she decided she would try. It proved to be a unique, erotic 
experience. 

"Fuck me," Gilda begged, "fuck me." 

Rita plunged the plastic cock into her pussy. She pushed back to meet the 
advancing stabs. 

"Oh, baby," she told her, "that feels so good. I love it. Fuck it. Come on, 
baby, fuck it." 

With deep, dildo stabs Rita was fucking her now. Rita discovered it was fun 
to play the man role in sex. It gave her a feeling of power and domination. 

"How do you like it, honey?" she asked her. "Isn't it super?" 

Rita grinned down at her. 

"You convinced me." 

The following Saturday night these were the identical words that Rita used 
when she joined her to go to the Riverside Drive penthouse. 

"This is really posh," Rita smiled as she was ushered into the bedroom by 
Mr. Charles. 

"Now you two girls get your clothes off," he told Gilda, "and put on a good 
show. I want you to do everything. Begin with a nice sucking sixty-nine. 
Maybe after everyone had gone I can join you girls. I always enjoy having 
two women tend to my needs." 

Mr. Charles had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he glanced at both Rita and 
Gilda. But he had to get back to his guests. 

"I don't know whether I can go through with it or not" Rita said anxiously, 
"but Til do my best." 

"You've moved up to big time* baby," Gilda said, "and if you want to stay 
here you've got to do your thing. These gentlemen want us to perform like 
lusty ladies. That's all. People do this with the blinds closed. Now we're 
just letting them have a peek. It's a voyeur show. Don't mind if some of the 
men unzip their flies and jerk off. Some of them might even ask for sex. 
That's an extra service fee. So do your best to stimulate and arouse all of 
the erotic emotions in them." 

"Don't worry," Rita assured her. "I will do my very best." 

At that point Mr. Charles opened the door and a group of young executives 
surrounded the bed to watch the two girls eat each other. 

"Hey, look at that gorgeous chick," one of them observed. "I sure wish it 
was me sticking my tongue in her twat. That's not fair." 

At this point Mr. Charles sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Gentlemen, join me in a circle jerk, if you would care to," he smiled. 

The young executives were so stoned at this point that they were not 
embarrassed. They did what came naturally. For watching two gorgeous women 
lick each other's pussy proved exhilarating and stimulating. 

Gilda knew exactly what to do. She was lying on her back. Now Rita was 
straddling her. Rita lowered her ass over her face. For a moment Gilda 
propped a couple of pillows behind her head. This gave her easy access to 
Rita's asshole. Clasping Rita's buttocks, she let her tongue slip back and 
forth around her anal opening. She fingered her pussy while she licked her 
asshole. At the same instant Rita was fingering Gilda's pussy and eating her 
ass out. 

The men applauded. 

"Now start jerking," Mr. Charles grinned. 

As the wholesome young businessmen jerked their cocks off while the two 
stunning women licked each other's ass out, Rita couldn't help thinking how 
far down the ladder of moral virtue she had slipped. A flush of guilt 
flashed through her body. But she had to get rid of her guilt quickly as at 
this point Rita was feeling Gilda's tongue inside her pussy. 

Now the two women were licking each other's box. 

"Suck her pussy," Mr. Charles called out as his one hand cupped his balls 
and his other hand jerked on his penis. 

It helped to get her pussy eaten at this point, for it provided her with the 
erotic excitement that blurred the guilt sensations. Rita did love the 
marvelous tongue magic that Gilda was capably performing. Gilda knew exactly 
how to let her tongue twirl back and forth, always moving. At the same time 
Gilda's teeth bore down ever so gently as she nibbled her clit. Rita hoped 
that someday she could become as proficient at pussy eating as Gilda. She 
was^ developing a distinct taste for enjoying this kind of sex play. 

The moment Gilda's hands gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them, Rita 
recognized she should be doing this, too. She was picking up pointers from 
the lusty young female. 

Now the men were closing in. 

"Go right ahead and shoot your wad," Mr. Charles called out. "Don't be 
bashful, boys. We'll just shoot our guns off on their naked bodies. Gilda 
and Rita don't mind. The little girls love being watched. They're 
exhibitionists." 

Mr. Charles stood. Some of the men were taking off their clothes now. They 
all wanted to get into the act. 

"Maybe she can eat my ass out when this is over," a young Boston executive 
commented. 

Now they were all standing naked around the bed. A soft blue floodlight 
played across the girls* bodies as they rolled around on the pale blue 
sheets, sucking each other's pussy in earnest. 

Loud sucking sounds added to the erotic fascination of the performance. 

"I think that Rita's starting to juice," Mr. Charles observed. "Look over 
there." 

The men came in closer to get a close-up view of Rita's pussy as she came. 

Rita couldn't help it. She was enjoying it so much. 

A second later Mr. Charles got his gun off. Some of his sperm splashed on 
Rita's left buttock. 

"Oh, look at that," the Boston executive commented crisply. "The other girl 
is juicing. My, I wish I could get some licks myself. It's a shame to waste 
it all on her tongue." 

When the women had finished draining each other, Rita immediately got off 
the bed. She used a towel tossed to her by Mr. Charles to wipe the sperm off 
her body. Then she donned her dildo. She didn't say a word. But Rita knew 
exactly what she was supposed to do. She rolled over on cue. She spread her 
legs apart and patted her pussy affectionately. 

At this point Gilda straddled her. Gilda guided the dildo into her pussy. 
She shoved it hard. She enjoyed this position of domination. She could see 
why men enjoyed sex so much. They were in the dominant role. This was the 
role she liked. 

"Puck her, baby," Gilda said with all the grace of a truck driver. 

As Gilda's dildo rode into Rita's pussy, the men had another idea. 

"Why don't you stick her ass?" the man from Chicago called out. 

Gilda nodded and smiled warmly. She pulled the dripping-with-pussy-juice 
dildo out of Rita's hot pussy. A man from Boston bent over to get his licks. 

"Not fair," Mr. Charles commented. "We don't get our crack at the girls 
until they've finished fucking each other." 

Rita rolled over. She arched her ass cheeks upward to make it easy for Gilda 
to drive the dildo up her rectum. 

Gilda clutched her ass cheeks. She flipped the slippery dildo between her 
ass crack. With a hard, forward jab, she stabbed forward. 

"Fuck it, baby," she whispered. "That's beautiful. Twist your ass, honey. 
Gilda likes a good ass fuck." 

The men got a charge out of the husky voice that she was using to simulate a 
lusty man. 

Twisting her ass this way and that, the men all wished they could get a 
crack at her, too. Their cocks were hard now as they watched beautiful Rita 
fucking. Mr. Charles got so carried away that he wished he could get on top 
of Gilda and shove his pecker up her asshole. 

"Would you gentlemen care if I joined the ladies?" he smiled nervously. 

"AH right, go ahead," Ed from Boston smiled. "We knew you'd want to get into 
the act." 

Mr. Charles was quite an exhibitionist. He conveniently pulled a jar of 
Vaseline out from underneath the bed. 

"Always prepared," he smiled. 

He applied the Vaseline to his huge shaft. Then he mounted Gilda's gorgeous 
buttocks. He slowly slipped his cock between her ass cheeks and then rammed 
forward with a vicious hard stab. Gilda let out a howl of pain. She put on 
somewhat of an act as she figured the men would enjoy this. 

"You're splitting me in two, buster," she informed him. 

He didn't pay any attention. He went on thrusting into her with all of the 
force of a man driving his cock up a woman's hot pussy. Only this was twice 
as tight. For it was Gilda's gorgeous hot ass. 

Now he was really ramming it. And one man got out his belt and began 
cracking Mr. Charles across the ass. 

"You fucking sadist," Mr. Charles commented crisply. You've got a nerve." 

But the man didn't care. He enjoyed whipping Mr. Charles' ass while he 
jerked his cock off with his other hand. The men applauded. It was quite a 
performance. One woman getting fucked by the other, while Mr. Charles took 
advantage of the situation and thrust his slippery, Vaseline-coated penis 
right up the gorgeous Gilda's ass. 

Now they were going at it with full force. A second later Mr. Charles got 
his gun off. 

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, baby, I made it. Fuck, fuck." 

He was pumping now with full pressure. 

"Beautiful," he panted. "Oh, baby, milk my pecker. Get all the juice out. 
That's it, sweetheart, milk my dick stick." 

Gilda knew exactly what to do. She squeezed his slippery cock with her ass 
muscles. This really pleased him. 

"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That's just like I like it. Now you're 
doing it. Hang tight, honey." 

She squeezed his cock some more and then he eased his penis from her rectum. 
It slid out a lot easier than it had gone in. For it was cum-coated now. 

A second later Gilda got her pussy going. She thrust her dildo into Rita's 
asshole two more times and juiced. Then she withdrew her dildo from Rita's 
tight behind. 

Rita rolled over. 

"Feeding time," Rita announced as she spread her legs wide and slipped a 
pillow under her buttocks. The man from Boston figured he would get his 
first licks. 

He got on the bed and bent over as the men applauded. Some of them sat now 
and watched closely as his pink tongue slipped into her quivering, pink 
pussy. 

"Eat me," she whispered eagerly. "Oh, honey, suck my twat. You know how. 
Stick your tongue way in there." Mr. Charles added a comment. 

"There's room for one more," he observed. "Another gentleman could suck her 
asshole." 

The man from Chicago figured he would join the party. He got underneath her 
and began plunging his tongue right up Rita's rectum. Rita felt as though 
she was being neglected. Why wasn't someone doing something with her 
delicious mouth? 

It didn't take long. A New Orleans gentleman straddled her. He gripped her 
head and guided his thick shaft into her mouth. 

"Oh, honey," he told her, "there's nothing like an orgy. I've got a heavy 
load so suck slow. I want to make it last." 

Rita fondly tickled his balls while he went on thrusting. All at once he was 
rocking it down her throat. 

"Just like Linda Lovelace in the pictures," he observed. "Oh, sweetheart, 
open wide. I've got a lot to give you." 

Just at that moment the door burst open and the hotel detective, accompanied 
by two vice squad members, burst in. 

"What the hell is going on here?" O'Brien called out as he looked at the 
manager of the hotel. 

"I just thought you'd be interested in knowing what's happening," the hotel 
man observed. 

The man from New Orleans was furious. 

"At least you can let her finish giving me a blow job," he said angrily. 

"Get the fuck off her," the vice man commented. "And the rest of you guys, 
line up against the wall." 

"At least they don't have to take their clothes off," Mr. Charles observed. 
"You can see they don't have any dangerous weapons." 

Rita and Gilda were booked. When it was over and Rita wanted to quit her 
evil ways, Gilda insisted she continue. 

"There's a lot of money in this," she observed frankly. 

"You keep it, honey," Rita told her flatly. "I don't believe in this way of 
living. Fm going back to the mid-West where people live normal lives." 


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