Creme Rinse
by Barbara Lord
(LLP-876)


CHAPTER ONE 

As Steve Manners began to blow dry the blonde's lustrous hair, his attention 
began to be absorbed by other matters. 

The young and enterprising hair stylist owned one of the most thriving 
salons in Beverly Hills. Known as "Steve's for Styling," for better than the 
past two years, or ever since he had moved in to the location on prestigious 
Wilshire Boulevard just a few blocks removed from the Beverly-Wilshire 
Hotel, he had been able to attract a number of prosperous women into his 
clientele. Among them was Gloria La Rue, whose off-screen adventures were 
more legendary than the parts she had played on the screen as a femme fatale 
for better than ten years. A woman in her late mid-thirties, Gloria always 
looked considerably younger, owing to the meticulous care she took of 
herself. Her petite, sleekly voluptuous figure was maintained in fine 
condition through a vigorous exercise program and the skilled hands of 
talented masseuses. As for her face, she saw to it that her skin was 
properly preserved through modern preparations, and in addition, she always 
maintained a tan, generally acquired through tennis and swimming at the Palm 
Springs mansion where she made her home part of the time. 

When Gloria La Rue wasn't in Palm Springs, she lived in Beverly Hills, not 
far from the salon that Steve owned and operated. Gloria was married to a 
well-known film director who was considered a prominent socialite in his own 
right, as well as having the reputation for being a ballsy stud. 

From the first time that he had seen Gloria La Rue, Steve Manners had wanted 
to take her to bed. Instead of her making a subtle or unsubtle pitch, 
however, as had been the case with so many of the women he attended to, he 
had been quite surprised over the fact that, at least up until then, the 
ravishing blonde screen sex siren had been concerned about one thing, seeing 
to it that her hair was properly quaffed. 

Now that the Farrah Fawcett-Majors look had proven to be so successful, she 
had had Steve experiment with a modified look, something different from what 
she had worn up to that point. At first she suggested that her hair be 
dropped down to a more provocative shoulder length, after which she dropped 
it down even more. 

As Steve Manners began to blow dry her hair, he immediately began to feel a 
searing white heat generate in his loins. It was manifested in particular in 
his trousers. There was a noticeable bulge in his tight-fitting tan sport 
slacks which his leanly muscular body fitted into so magnificently. The hair 
stylist felt more than a little self-conscious about it. Had she been one of 
the many women who expected to at least make passes at him, if not 
anticipating more, this woman had indicated through her actions and words 
that she was interested in him maintaining her hair and nothing more. 

But it was expecting much too much for him not to react to somebody with the 
animal sex allure of the magnificent Gloria La Rue. He could see now why so 
many men, particularly soldiers during the Vietnam conflict, had seen fit to 
pin up her picture in a bikini pose on the beach. He recalled so vividly the 
bright gold bikini into which her firm, jutting breasts shone through so 
magnificently. Then there was also the manner in which she thrust her firm, 
resolute ass cheeks, against which the skimpy bikini material had been 
fitted. Her picture, it was said, was plastered over more barracks locker 
rooms than any woman around. Even though she was considered anything but an 
accomplished actress, all she had to do was pucker up her thick, sensuous, 
red lips and flick her thick, dark lashes and the male cinema-goers would be 
brought to their collective knees. 

This particular late afternoon she was clad in a black pantsuit which showed 
off that same exquisite figure to excellent advantage. Occasionally he would 
steal a lustful glance at the firmness of her ass cheeks as she shifted in 
her chair. It made him think of that bikini pose. Even though he had never 
pinned it to the wall of his bedroom, he had given it plenty of thought, and 
he did own a copy of the picture. He had bought it at a specialty store 
dealing with Hollywood nostalgia photos long before he had met Gloria La 
Rue. Several times he debated with the idea of bringing it in to have her 
personally autograph it, but shied away. She might, he thought, resent him 
bringing in such a lewdly provocative picture of her in such an alluring 
pose. 

As he continued to blow dry her hair, the sensuous blonde's blue eyes darted 
toward his crotch, where she observed the massive bulge. 

"My, but things look interesting down there," she said. 

Her words astonished him. He shut off the dryer, staring at the blonde in 
disbelief. He must have either heard her wrong or she was referring to 
something else, something apart from what he thought she was. It had to be 
one or the other. But as he shut off the dryer, he could not help but notice 
the manner in which her eyes were focused on his crotch. 

"Beg your pardon," he gulped. 

"Oh, Steve, don't act naive," she chuckled. "I know about your reputation 
with your female customers." 

"I'm sorry, Gloria. You're gonna have to bring me up to date. I really don't 
know what you're talking about." 

"From what I can gather, you're the last person in the world to ever play it 
coy. I can't believe you're doing that now." 

"I'm not playing it coy," he said defensively. "It's just that I can't 
figure out where you're coming from, Gloria. It sounds like you're saying 
things that I'd never figure would come from you." 

"Come on now," she laughed. "Haven't you read about me in any of the 
tabloids? Admittedly most of it's false, but they're on the right track. 
I've never exactly been what you could call a celestial virgin." 

"You really are coming on," he chuckled nervously. "I can't believe it." 

"Don't tell me my reputation overawes you. I would have figured that, 
considering your reputation, you would have been all over me by now." 

"Its just that. Gloria..." 

"Don't I attract you?" 

"Oh, damned. You'd attract man or beast." 

"I'm not quite sure that's a compliment." 

"It was meant as one. I mean, you'd attract anybody. To think you'd even 
doubt that you were attracting me is astonishing. No, it's just that. Well, 
you never mentioned anything before." 

"Neither have you, my dear," she smiled alluringly, licking her lips with 
just the right measure of suggestiveness. "As a matter-of-fact, I was 
beginning to wonder if maybe I've lost my touch or something." 

"Are you kidding. I've never seen anybody look any better than you look 
right now, Gloria. Lost your touch nothing. Hell, you'll never lose your 
touch." 

"Now that's more like it," she nodded. "That's more the way that I'd expect 
to hear you talk. I didn't think I had. I was just waiting. I mean, that was 
one of the reasons why I started coming to you in the first place, Steve. I 
kept hearing from people I knew. From women at lunch or at cocktail parties. 
They kept telling me about this real stud who's running this hair-styling 
shop. Steve Manners. So I come in, tell you about what I want done to my 
hair, and you do a superb job. As a matter-of-fact, if you weren't such a 
terrific hair stylist, no doubt I would have stopped coming to you long 
ago." 

"Why is that?" 

"Because you haven't even so much as made a pass at me. Considering the fact 
that I know you've done far more than that with so many of the women who 
come in here, I consider that an insult." 

"Gosh, I don't know what to say. Well, maybe 

I've misinterpreted. I'd heard about your reputation. Yes. It's just that 
you seemed to want to keep our relationship at a business level. You'd 
always talk about you wanted this, you wanted that for your hair. I never 
thought you were even thinking beyond that. Certainly I never thought you 
were thinking about me." 

"You foolish boy. Guess that I have to draw an erotic picture for you." 

"I guess so," he grinned with some embarrassment. "Maybe it's that I was a 
little overawed. You know, before I ever met you. Well, I even have a 
picture of yours that I keep. The really sexy pose in the bikini." 

"Is that right. Here you've got the real thing and you've got to occupy 
yourself with imitation jack-off stuff," she smiled teasingly. "You really 
are a very naive boy, Steve Manners." 

"I guess that I was a little afraid to make a move with you. Maybe it was 
that I'd always enjoyed you in films and, like I said, I guess I was 
overawed by you. Of course, you're also married. I don't know. What with 
your husband being around and all. What could I suggest?" 

"You could suggest taking me to your apartment, darling," she laughed. "Or, 
if not that, we could always ball in some nice quaint little hotel or motel. 
In spite of the fact that I'm rich and famous, there's definitely a side of 
me that's flexible and middle class. Of course, the reason why I just had to 
bring this up today is that first of all I saw your hard-on. I've seen it 
the last few times and was gonna bring it up before, but Roland was home 
then. He's out on location now in Arizona. Directing a Western. Anyway, with 
dear Roland gone, I've got the household all to myself. On top of that I 
gave the maid the day off. In short, my dear, I came in here today expecting 
a showdown." 

"What kind of showdown?" 

"Either I was gonna get to sample that strong, forceful cock of yours that 
I've been hearing so much about, or else I was gonna tell you that this was 
it. That I was gonna go out and find another hair stylist." 

"I see. I guess you know from the size of my hard-on that you simply don't 
need to look anywhere else." 

"No, I suppose not," she laughed. "Besides, most of the other hair stylists 
that I know about. The few that I think are talented enough to take care of 
my gorgeous locks are gay. Why should I go to a gay hair stylist when I can 
be fucked by somebody like you? I mean, let's call it added insurance." 

"You're some kind of woman," he laughed. "Certainly more intriguing and sexy 
even than your most sensuous screen role." 

"My darling. You say the nicest things." 

"I'm saying them because I mean them." 

"This is a little more like the Steve Manners I heard about. Yes, this is 
lots more like it. Well, my dear, I'd like to give you a little brisk 
exercise." 

Steve Manners watched as the beautiful blonde reached out and promptly 
unzipped his tight fitting trousers. He was only happy for the fact that 
Gloria La Rue was his last appointment for the day and, in addition, he had 
drawn the drapes so that nobody could see inside his shop from busy Wilshire 
Boulevard. 

He watched as her smooth, sleekly slender fingers began to project softly up 
against the firm, rock-hard rigidity of his mammoth cock. It thrust forward 
like a huge banana, with one basic difference. She could see the 
blood-engorged thickness, the veins which stood out prominently as her 
fingers glided with smooth, steady authority against the firm length of his 
hard, elongated phallic tool. 

"How I enjoy playing with a fantastic cock," she laughed. "Oh, yes. I could 
suck this. Oh, I could suck it off right now. Run my tongue up and down the 
full length." 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A HAND JOOOOOBBBB," he grunted. "OOOHHH, GLORIA. 
OOOHHH, YOUR FINGERS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE SLIDING 
THEEEEEMMMM." 

Up and down her pistoning fingers continued to pump and twist against the 
firmness of his massive cock. After a few more quick, tugging strokes, she 
let her fingers reach down and grab hold of his rapidly mushrooming 
testicles. She toyed with the balloon-like massiveness of his nuts, letting 
her fingers glide and thrust against them, and finally, after a few more 
strokes, her fingers started to grind with great assertiveness against the 
firmness of his hard, aroused phallic dagger. 

Tense beads of sweat surfaced on Steve Manner's forehead. His legs were 
trembling under the quick, decisive finger thrusts that the beautiful blonde 
actress provided. She continued to sit there in her chair, her eyes widening 
with flaming erotic desire as her fingers kept on pumping, slicing up and 
down the massive hardness of his bulbous tool. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP FINGER-IIIINNGGG," he grunted loudly. "OOOHHH, FINGER 
ME, OHHHH, HONEY, AAAHHH, YEAH, GO DOWN ON IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YEAH, SUCK ME 
OFFFFFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, AHHHHH, YES, YESSSSS, OOOHHH, DO IT, DO IT, DO 
IIIIITTT." 

He reached out with his trembling hands and allowed his fingers to clutch 
tightly against the warmth of her silky strands of radiant blonde hair, 
which he had just finished drying. It was a good thing that the hair-styling 
session had come to an end. They couldn't hold out any longer. He could 
hardly believe that this beautiful blonde screen star, somebody he admired 
from afar for so long, had actually been craving for his body all this time. 
Silently he upbraided himself, cursing himself for being such an idiot, but 
he couldn't curse for long. No, not when he had her in his grasp, as he 
reached out and held on tightly to her scalp, pushing her head down toward 
his electrified cock, which she had so talently explored with her eager 
fingers. 

"AAAHHH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT," he grunted. "OOOHHH, YOU SAID YOU 

WANTED IT. AAAHHH, HERE IT IS. OHHH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. COME ON, 
OOOHHH, PLAY WITH MY BALLS. OOO-HHH, SUCK MY COCK, SUCK MY COCK. COME ON, 
OOOHHH, SUCK THE JUICE OUT OF IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GET EVERY DROP. OOOHHH, 
HONEY, AAAHHH, COME ON, BE MY BITCH WHORE. THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO BE. 
OOOHHH, YOU DON'T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A LADY. HELL, NO. NOT YOU. OH, NO, 
YOU WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A BITCH, OOOHHH, YESSSS! AHHHHHH! BEAUTIFUL, 
OOOHHH, COME ON, SUCK IT, AAAHHH, COME ON, SUCK IT OFF." 

She reached down with both hands, letting her fingers clutch warmly against 
his ever-mushrooming testicles. Gloria reached out with her hot, stirring, 
red tongue, allowing it to make its first scraping contact against the 
resolute tip of his mammoth cock head. The scraping contact caused him to 
heave a deep sigh as blood rushed to his head and sweat began to profusely 
pour down both sides of his face. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IIIITTTT," he grunted. "OOOHHH, COME ON, AAAHHH, 
OOOHHH, COME ON, SUCK ME OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GO DOWN ON ME. OOOHHH, OHHHH, 
SUCK, SUCK. AAAHHH, SUCK MY LONG PRICK. AAAHHH, GET IT OFF. OOOHHH, HOW I 
LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME." 

His body rocked back and forth as he heaved long, deep sighs. His fingers 
clutched sharply against the beautiful blonde's scalp as he listened to the 
loud slurping sounds of her hot, frantic tongue as it kept on sliding 
against the tip of his stirring, aroused cock. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE REALLY TURNING ME ON," he panted. "YES, THAT'S THE WAY TO DO 
IT. OOOHHH, HOW GOOD THAT FEELS. OHHHH, IT FEELS GREAT, GREAT, GREAT. OHHHH, 
COME ON, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK." 

Her tongue began to explore the firm length of his fleshy organ. He removed 
his fingers from her scalp, watching as her long hair bobbed and flailed 
while her sharply pistoning tongue continued to grind and thrust as it made 
its way up and down the hard length of his phallic stick. 

"COME ON, BRING IT OFF, OOOHHH, I CAN'T TAKE IT MUCH LONGER," he grunted out 
a loud warning. 

The beautiful blonde, enjoying every stirring moment of the volcanic cock 
suck, reached down with both hands, letting fingers sharply cannonade 
against his swollen, scorching testicles. All the while her tongue kept on 
flinging, driving sharply against the firm warmth of his long, inflamed 
pole. 

"OOOHHH, I'M SO CLOOOSSSEEE," he grunted. 

Her tongue kept on flinging with commanding excitement, driving up and down 
his hard, blood-engorged cock. He could feel a tugging at his loins. 

The powerful itchiness that overwhelmed him had pushed Steve Manners to the 
brink of a wild orgasm. It would only be a matter of moments, he knew, 
before the stirring droplets of his thick, white fluid would spray 
tempestuously from the resolute tip of his stirring man meat and flood her 
mouth. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA EAT IT, OHHHH, WHAT A MOUTHFUL YOU'RE GONNA GET," he 
told her. "OHHHH, COME ON, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. OHHHH, SUCK, COME ON, 
SUCK IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME." 

He bobbed and weaved restlessly, dancing on his toes, pushing his body 
forward, slamming his reeling cock into her mouth as he aided her in her 
pursuit. The stimulated hair stylist reached out and ran his fingers up and 
down the beautiful blonde's back, clutching against the material of her 
black pantsuit. Her tongue moved with overwhelming passion, driving up and 
down in a stirring crescendo of movement against the firm base of his 
electrified organ as she pushed him that much closer to the moment of final 
impact. Her fingers reached down and teasingly attacked his balls. She 
squeezed them tightly and then, several strokes later, she tasted the first 
few preliminary droplets of his pre-cum seminal fluid. 

"OOOHHH, GET SET, GET SET, GET SET," his voice thundered. 

A few quick strokes later, he heaved a deep sigh. 

The hair stylist's body stiffened and his beautiful lover knew that the 
deluge was forthcoming. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH," he loudly exclaimed. "OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, SWALLOW IT AAA-LLL. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SHOOTING. YESSSSS, OOOHHH, 
IT'S SPILLING, OHHHHHHHHH, SPILLING OUT OF MY PRIIIICCKKK." 

This time his stirring fingers reached out and grabbed hold of her scalp, 
literally forcing her down over his long, tube-like flesh, but he need not 
have taken such an approach. The beautiful blonde was only too happy to 
swallow every droplet of his hot, splashing, volcanic juice as it toppled 
scorchingly from the nub end of his long, inflamed cock and into her mouth. 

"OOOHHH, SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IIIITTTT," he grunted as his sperm 
spasmed from his cock. 

He listened to the loud slurping sounds of the beautiful blonde as her eyes 
widened and her rapidly pistoning red tongue attacked every thick, steaming, 
white droplet of his flaming liquid. Back and forth her tongue ardently 
swirled as she went after every drop of the just deserts which she had 
received as a result of her wild and rampaging tongue activity. 

She eventually withdrew her tongue from Steve Manners's cock. Gloria licked 
her lips, then smiled brightly as she eased her voluptuous form up from the 
chair. 

Steve reached down and slipped his temporarily flaccid cock back inside his 
trousers and shorts. As he finished zipping up, he stared at Gloria La Rue 
with great admiration. He watched as she stood in front of a mirror and 
arranged her hair neatly back into place. 

"What a wild blow job," he shook his head. "What passion." 

"I figure if you're gonna fuck you might as well do it with conviction, 
honey. If you can't make it count, hell with it. That's what I always say. 
Do you agree?" 

"Yes, I definitely agree." 

"You know, you sure do have a lot of that nice, thick, healthy juice. Some 
of the best sperm I've ever tasted, and I've gone down on some good ones." 

"Thank you. I'll arrange an encore with you any time you'd like it." 

"Now that you've mentioned it, I could use a little more action," she looked 
at him with concern. "That is it, you're ready, honey." 

"Far as I'm concerned this was just a warm-up. A fantastic warm-up, but just 
a warm-up. We can do a lot more." 

"A man after my own heart," she laughed. "My heart and my pussy. Of course, 
you've never seen me naked, sweetheart. A lot of men have gone wild when 
they have." 

"I can understand why." 

"like I said, Roland's away directing a picture. That means I'm all alone in 
that big house." 

"I get the point. When would you like me to call?" 

"I take it I'm your last appointment for the day. It is past five." 

"You take it correctly." 

"All right. I'll tell you what. Why don't you meet me over at my little 
abode. We can continue where we left off. like I said, even the maid's 
away." 

"You've arranged things perfectly." 

"I'll say one thing. As good as my control usually is, I did slip up in this 
case." 

"How's that?" 

"Well, I was planning on fucking with you over at my house, my dear. But it 
worked out a little differently. I got carried away staring at that 
promising-looking cock standing out like a tent in your trousers." 

"Then you started playing with it." 

"Yes. One thing led to another, as one might expect. I got so carried away 
just playing with it that it naturally was impossible for me to stop. By the 
time we reached that point. Well, you know the rest." 

"I sure do. My cock thanks you. So do I." 

"You're such a dear," she laughed. "So all I need is the address to your 
house and I'll meet you over there right away." 

"Oh, yes." 

She picked up a tablet that Steve used to make notes on and grabbed the pen 
sitting next to it. She quickly jotted down her address. 

"I'll see you in a few minutes," Steve smiled gratifyingly. 

"Yes, my dear. Until then." To entice him that much more, the voluptuous 
screen siren pushed her body forward, allowing her firm, fleshy breasts to 
push against his chest. His entire body tightened in dramatic response. She 
puckered up her thickly sensuous lips, then shoved them forward, where they 
landed with suddenness and smoldering impact against his own lips. 

Breathlessly Steve Manners kissed back good and hard. He had let opportunity 
elude him for all too long with Gloria La Rue, and now he was determined to 
see that he made up for lost time. 

He pushed his chest forward, letting it cascade luxuriously against the 
tightness of her firm, warm breasts. All the while his lips pressed 
searingly against hers. 

It was Steve who finally broke the lengthy kiss. He noticed the manner in 
which she was panting. Already his cock was already smoldering in his 
trousers. 

"You can bring a guy up in no time," he pointed down toward his bulging 
crotch. 

"Say, that's very nice," Gloria beamed a most happy smile. "Well, my dear. 
See you in a few minutes. You know where that is, don't you?" 

"Oh, yeah. You're right around the Beverly Hills Hotel, right?" 

"Very good. You know Beverly Hills well." 

"I should. As a kid I used to drive buses on tours." 

"How about that," Gloria winked. "Okay, honey. I'll have a pitcher of 
Martinis ready by the time you arrive." 

"That sounds just great." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Steve Manners hastily closed up his shop for the night. 

He broke into a nimble trot as he locked the back door and moved briskly 
toward his car in the parking lot. He climbed into his green Jaguar XJ6 and 
drove across Wilshire Boulevard toward Sunset Boulevard. He turned left and 
drove toward Gloria La Rue's home, which was situated equidistant between 
the Beverly Hills Hotel and Cold-water Canyon. 

Her sumptuous mansion rested behind a huge electric gate, behind which all 
one could see from the street were clusters of trees. Steve was required to 
speak into an intercom. 

"Yes," he recognized the blonde screen siren's voice immediately. 

"It's Steve." 

"Yes, darling. I'll open the gate." 

The gate flew open and Steve was able to maneuver his Jaguar down the long, 
winding concrete road that led ultimately to the huge, two-story, white 
Mediterranean home with the red tile roof and shutters. 

She opened the door for him, throwing an arm around his shoulder and walking 
with Steve to a pale blue sofa in the middle of the plushly carpeted living 
room. 

The only difference between Gloria's appearance now and before was that, in 
the meantime, she had kicked off her shoes. He observed a pitcher of 
Martinis situated on a table in front of the sofa. 

The blonde poured a Martini into a glass for herself and one for him. They 
blinked their glasses and gulped down the contents of the drink, after which 
the purring sex kitten was ready for action. 

They sat breathlessly close to each other on the sofa. Steve let his body 
surge forward. His heart pounded pulsatingly and in an instant he was 
permitting his quickly charging fingers to slide through the shimmering 
strands of her silky blonde hair. As he edged his body closer to hers, he 
became hypnotized by the fragrant scent of her aromatic perfume. 

While he continued to glide his fingers through Gloria La Rue's hair, he 
pushed his sturdy red tongue forward. He let it push with solid impact as it 
propelled against the wet succulent warmth of her scintillating red tongue. 

Together they made their own style of sensuous music as their hot lashing 
tongues collided in a siege of wild, electrifying passion. All the while his 
fingers busily ground their way through his blonde lover's hair as he 
listened to the heavy, seething gasps that Gloria La Rue emitted. He loved 
feeling her hot breath merging with his own as he glided his tongue back and 
forth, grinding it effectively against her zestful tongue. 

When Steve Manners finally released his piercing tongue from his lover's 
mouth, the blonde beauty jumped up from the sofa. She pointed in the 
direction of a nearby hallway. He knew precisely what she meant and together 
they walked arm in arm toward Gloria La Rue's bedroom. 

He loved the seductive manner in which she walked, gliding her buttocks 
sensuously back and forth, giving him something to look at. A knowing smile 
blanketed across her face as they entered the bedroom and she closed the 
door behind her. Already Steve's eyes had been captivated by the huge, 
life-sized color painting which rested above the bed. It was a scene that 
was more erotically inspiring than any that she had ever conveyed in a film. 
There she was, the sensuous love goddess, lying completely naked, her ripe 
breasts never looking more opulent, her long, exquisitely tapered legs 
extended so that the softness of her fleecy pubic vee could be clearly 
recognizable. He stared at the golden tufts of sparkling hair and at the 
pink vagina which rested beneath her pubic nest. 

"That's making you even hornier," she laughed, "considering the bulge in 
your trousers." 

"If that can't make a guy horny, nothing can," he panted. 

He watched as Gloria eased her magnificently endowed body downward toward 
the edge of the bed. She stared as Steve began to quickly removed his 
trousers, sliding them down his legs, impatiently removing them so that he 
could get on to the action at hand. After kicking off his trousers, all it 
took were a few quick, exciting tugs and he had removed his shorts. 
Extending his long, muscular legs, which quivered slightly with sensual 
tension, he then showed the beautiful blonde his long, lust-bloated cock, 
which she stared at breathlessly, her mouth open in a state of intoxicating 
sensual desire. 

"Oh, yes, the same fantastic cock I sucked," she smiled. "I love the fact 
that you're ready for more, honey. Yes, we're definitely alike. I can see 
that. The reports I heard about you were apparently correct." 

"I guess then that makes us even," he laughed. "How do you mean?" 

"I mean that the reports I heard about you were also accurate." 

The beautiful blonde laughed. She stared at her thoroughly aroused lover, 
whose throat constricted with tension. She eased her beautiful body upward 
from the bed, she began to undress with slow, methodical motions. Steve 
Manners watched the sexy film star with awe-struck silence as she wiggled 
out of her pantsuit, exposing her high-set calves, and then her shapely, 
well-rounded thighs. He liked the coppery glow of her magnificent flesh. She 
had just come back from her Palm Springs mansion, and the tan that she had 
received under the bright desert sun had made her even more sexually 
captivating. 

It pleased Gloria to hear a low, throaty moan emitted from her lover as he 
stood in open-mouthed awe, never moving a muscle as he watched the lovely 
blonde continue to wiggle out of her black pantsuit. Finally she was down to 
her lacy white panties and matching brassiere. 

"What a beautiful body," he exclaimed. 

"Glad you like what you see." 

"Go on. Finish it. I want to see all of you." 

"Oddly enough, it's all of me that I intend to show," she winked. 

With a quick, insistent flick of her fingers, the gorgeous film actress's 
brassiere fell away. Her firm, captivatingly ripe breasts swung pendulously 
in their complete freedom. They stood high and proud in the semi-darkness of 
the large bedroom, and their quivering, turgid nipples peaked harder from 
the luscious spheres as she raised her arms over her head in a' sensuous 
little yawn that he had seen her convey in a number of her films. 

Gloria La Rue was almost naked, down now to her lacy white panties, which 
Steve knew she would be removing shortly. 

His restless cock grew more agitated with each passing second as he felt the 
mounting heat in his blood-engorged member. He watched the beautiful blonde 
slowly drawing her silky panties tantalizingly down her gently curved hips 
and buttocks. This was the kind of woman who was able to get the most out of 
a sex scene on-screen or off, he thought, and never had she looked more 
radiant or succulently sexy than she did at that moment in time. 

Gloria turned, bending over slowly, pushing her sheer panties sensually 
against her smooth, coppery thighs and calves, letting her lover's sensitive 
ears listen to the scraping sounds of the contact that the filmy white 
material made against her luscious, magnificently tapered legs. Moments 
later she discarded her panties at her feet beside her provocative pantsuit. 

The stunning blonde stretched languidly and teasingly to the front, then 
turned around, exposing shamelessly all of her delicious and enticing 
nakedness, from her high-tilted breasts to the soft blonde triangle of her 
fleecy pubic muff. 

The magnificent Gloria La Rue, sexy screen star, eased her gorgeous, 
slightly quivering body downward as she stretched out in the middle of the 
huge queen-size bed, her luscious legs scissoring open and closing slowly, 
exposing the thin pink slit of her throbbing vagina that nestled enticingly 
in the soft, curly, blonde hair up between her dazzling thighs. Her feet 
pointed directly up toward Steve, and sheer wanton desire reflected in her 
eyes as though she could hardly wait for the formalities to be discarded so 
that her handsome, writhing lover could slam into her. Her eyes remained 
captivated by the firmness of his huge cock, the veins of which stood out 
prominently. She recalled how, in a fit of wild, intoxicating passion, she 
had reached out and slid her fingers smoothly against the warmth of his 
surging organ. After that, it had been only a matter of moments before he 
had begged her loudly to go further, to drive her tongue against the 
firmness of his fleshy prong. Up and down she had stirringly pumped with her 
blazing tongue, letting it drive with enthusiastic passion until the 
droplets of his thick, flaming, white phallic fluid splashed with great 
gusto into her warm, aroused mouth. 

Steve Manners listened to the blonde's heavy breathing sounds, which 
coincided so closely with his own. He watched her lively body shift 
nervously as he slowly began to walk toward her. She felt her heart leap in 
her throat. Steve fastened his brown eyes alertly in her direction. She 
noticed the grin that was spread expansively across his entire face, one 
which projected great confidence. Gloria groaned inwardly as she stared 
bright-eyed and transfixed at this handsome hunk of man who had done such a 
good job of styling her hair. But by then she could have cared less about 
hair styling. She was concerned instead about the seething hunk of virile 
man meat which projected between his thighs. 

He edged over to the bed, smiling with panting anticipation as he crawled up 
beside the beautiful blonde, to kneel between her wide-spread, shapely 
thighs. Steve looked down at the pubic hair which covered her mound at the 
base of her stomach. Immediately he noticed the contrast between the 
whiteness of her stomach, which had been covered by a bikini when she rested 
under the Palm Springs sun. The same applied to her ripe, succulent breasts, 
which were covered by a skimpy bikini top. 

Steve licked his lips, staring down at the blonde's enticing pubic vee. He 
observed the tiny pink folds of flesh that covered the narrow slit of her 
smoldering vagina. The longer and closer he stared at her vulnerably exposed 
pussy, the more overwhelmed he became over the enormous beauty of this 
fantastic woman. How fortunate he felt over the face that he was in a 
position to know her intimately, to do what millions of men only dreamed of, 
but would never get the opportunity to engage in, namely a wild and 
uninhibited fuck with one of the world's most desirable females. 

He reached out and placed one thumb on either side of her narrow, hair-lined 
slit and spread her moistly pink lips apart, exposing the layered vaginal 
flesh. He stared with hypnotic fascination at her bud-like clitoris, which 
he observed just above the tight elastic opening of her moist, savory cunt. 
Her pussy palpitated with obvious excitement as he breathlessly moved 
forward until his face was only a few inches from her exposed, quivering 
vaginal channel. 

Once more Steve caught the enticing whiff of her fragrant perfume, which she 
had thoughtfully sprinkled around her crotch in anticipation of this 
intimate and highly stirring moment. Quickly his swift, piercingly taut 
tongue snaked out as its tip swiped across the wet, glistening cuntal flesh 
before him, sending Gloria La Rue's tiny clitoris into jerking, spasming 
hardness that brought groans of immediate sensual delight from her legs and 
ass cheeks ground and twisted with lascivious fascination. 

The passionate actress could feel tiny pin pricks of erotic sensation 
darting through the quivering flesh of her inner thighs and up to the tautly 
hardening nipples of her naked breasts as she extended her legs wider, 
heaving loud, scintillating gasps of erotic delight with each and every 
quick, probing tongue thrust that the handsome, desire-filled hair stylist 
sent forth. 

With surging delight he wetly teased the pinkly quivering lips of the 
blonde's pulsing pussy with his tongue for another excitement-filled moment. 

After he had run his searing tongue against her cunt for several more 
salacious strokes, he began to run his lips up and down the full length of 
her widely spread vagina, bringing contorted expressions of unabounded joy 
to her face. 

She wrapped her hands against his sweat-dampened hair and the muscles in her 
arms stood out tight and strained as she pulled his face with all her 
strength into the wetness of her quivering loins. 

"OOOHHH, DARLING, OHHHH, I NEED IT, I NEED IT, I NEED IT," she panted. "I 
NEED IT JUST LIKE YOU DID. OOOHHH, YOU NEEDED YOUR COCK SUCKED. OHHHH, 
AAAHHH, I NEED MY PUSSY SUCKED. OOOHHH, IT'S A BEAUTIFUL PUSSY. YOU LOVE IT, 
OOOHHH, I KNOW YOU LOVE IT. COME ON, OHHHH, I NEED YOUR TONGUE, OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, LET IT GRIND, DARLING, OOOHHH, LET IT GRIND." 

Her sensuous hips began a slow, hard-grinding, upward movement toward his 
face as Steve Manners sank his tongue with a sudden, thrust deep down into 
the tightness of the magnificent blonde's clasping pussy. She was rapidly 
becoming a raw, quivering mass of combustible feminine desire, writhing and 
twisting like a slow-moving belly dancer under his hotly probing tongue. 

The surging wetness kept spreading between the inner thighs of the 
captivating blonde as her lover kept on attentively moving his tongue, 
letting it stiffly probe as he worked it back and forth inside the 
palpitating moistness of her vagina. 

"OOOHHH, I'M SO CLOSE, OOOHHH, SO VERY CLOSE," she called out with wild 
expectancy. "OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, LET YOUR TONGUE MOVE, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, 
SLIDE IT, STEVE. OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME." 

Eagerly responding to her loud, panting call, Steve reached out and let his 
fingers grind sharply against the rapidly undulating surface of her 
captivating breasts. He then let his fingers indent sharply against her 
firm, rapidly writhing ass flesh as his tongue continued sliding, driving 
with determined, impassioned excitement as he shoved it deep inside of her 
pulsating, wetly quivering cunt. 

"OOOHHH, OOHHHH, BRING ME OFF," she begged. "OHHHH, I'M SO CLOSE TO JUICING. 
AAAHHH, THE STUFF'S GONNA SHOOT. OOOHHH, COME ON, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME. 
KEEP SLIDING YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, SLIDE IT INSIDE MY PUSSY." 

Her legs and ass cheeks twisted and writhed more quickly than ever as his 
steadily throbbing tongue continued to drive with searing, unimpeded lust 
inside the wetness of her quiveringly alive pink vaginal flesh. He sent his 
spirited tongue probing diligently with scintillating rapid precision inside 
her flaming love slit a few more times. After that, her body began to jerk 
and her ass cheeks ground concentrically against the crisp white bed sheets 
as she heaved one loud last gasp, letting him know that the tumultuus moment 
was imminent. 

"OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP SUCKING, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK," she set up a loud 
cadence. "COME ON, OOOHHH, WORK YOUR TONGUE. YES, OOOHHH, GRIND IT. GRIND IT 
FAST. OOOHHH, WORK IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. OHHHH, WORK IT, DARLING, REALLY WORK 
IT." 

Determinedly Steve's sharply pistoning tongue kept on slashing with scalding 
desire as he began to swallow the onrushing flood tide of pussy juice that 
splashed from Gloria La Rue's hot pussy and into his mouth. 

She liked listening to the loud, suctioning sounds of tongue scraping 
against pussy, and of pussy juice exploding inside of his mouth. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, COME ON, SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IT ALL," she grunted. 
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL TONGUE. OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU 
USE IT. OOOHHH, COME ON, OHHHH, WHAT A TIGER." 

After swallowing the final few droplets of her slippery orgasmic fluid, 
Steve Manners released his tongue from Gloria's red-hot mound. He watched 
the way that her sensuous hips continued to slide as they rolled back and 
forth. Even from the look on her face he could tell that she was more 
excited than ever, and ready to be emasculated by the onrushing dominance of 
his huge, exciting cock. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

A lewd grin spreading itself across her sensuously copper-toned skin, Gloria 
La Rue reached out with both hands and guided her fingers teasingly along 
the tip of Steve Manners's prick. 

She loved the way that his legs moved and slid as she manipulated her 
fingers with confident precision against the nub end of his erect prong, 
after which she then began to glide them up and down the rubbery base of his 
elongated staff. Every now and then she would cling tightly with her fingers 
and press against his cock, pinching and squeezing more fervently than 
before, and on those occasions he would heave a loud, aroused gasp and beg 
for more of the same. 

"OHHHH, WHAT FINGER ACTION," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, MOVE YOUR FINGERS 
REAL NICE. OOOHHH, SLIDE THEM UP AND DOWN MY SHAFT. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS 
SO GOOODD." 

Up and down she continued her pumping and probing movements. All the while 
her lover became that much more thoroughly captivated by the stirring finger 
activity that she brought to bear. He thought about that explosive interlude 
at his shop, where she had stimulated him with her pressing finger strokes, 
then had slid her tongue in a rapid crescendo of electrifying movement along 
the full length of his hard, excited cock until the droplets of his thick, 
white fluid had erupted from the flaming tip of his organ. 

Finally she released her fingers from his penis, and as she did she licked 
her lips lewdly, then lasciviously eased her thighs apart to give him a good 
look at the captivating warmth of her inflamed pussy. 

He rose eagerly from between her undulating thighs as he climbed up over the 
soft, warmly awaiting flesh of his sex partner. A hammer-like hardness stood 
out in the air above her, and it only made the sensuous actress that much 
more eager to be fucked and dominated by him. Before he launched into his 
wild screwing antics, however, Steve Manners reached down and let the 
fingers of his right hand probe against his steaming shaft. He grinned and 
laughed. 

"I figured I'd try it myself for a few strokes," he explained. 

"Oh, honey. I get so horny watching you play with your prick. This is too 
much." 

While his fingers continued to pump against the heated tube of flesh, Gloria 
reached down and let her fingers toy with her clitoris. Every time she 
touched the budding node, her ass cheeks would grind concentrically against 
the bed sheets beneath her. 

"This is fucking," he laughed. 

Sliding his fingers from his steaming penis, he let his right hand reach 
down and rub against the salacious, lubricated softness of her palpitating 
vagina. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT EXCITES ME," she sighed, her ass wiggling in a torrent 
of electrifying passion. 

He removed his fingers from her pussy, then shoved his hard, throbbing man 
meat forward. He let his wetly lubricated head slide softly against the 
tender curls of Gloria La Rue's soft pubic hairs. 

"AAAHHH, I'M GONNA FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU GOOD," he told her. 

Steve Manners straightened his slender, rock-hard body, letting it glide 
over his lover's nude coppery form as he straddled her with the rigidity of 
his long, probing prick, which poised directly at the trembling brown beauty 
of her dazzling inner thighs. 

He loved listening to the heavy gasping sounds that the blonde actress 
sensuously emitted as she viewed the huge bulbous head of his long prick as 
it made its first contact with the open, moist fringes of her steamingly 
moist flanges of pussy flesh. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE IN ME, YOU'RE IN ME, AND I LOVE IT," she grunted. 
"COME ON, OOOHHH, PLANT YOUR PRICK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, GIVE ME A WILD FUCK. 
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SCREW ME. YES, YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, PLANT IT, OOHHHH, REAL 
NICE, OHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME." 

To guide him along, Gloria reached out and moved Steve's virile erection up 
and down against the wetly glistening crevice of her seethingly moist vagina 
for several moments, parting her soft pubic hair, and then, with a moaning 
sigh of delirious desire, slipping his sturdy shaft just inside the tight 
confines of her raging vaginal tunnel. 

"OOOHHH, I'M SO TURNED ON, OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME," she loudly declared. 
"OHHHH, COME ON, STICK YOUR PRICK INSIDE ME. OHHHH, BLAST AWAY, DARLING. 
SEND YOUR LONG, HARD PRICK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, YOU CAN REALLY FUCK ME. YOUR 
COCK CAN DO IT. OOOHHH, LET YOURSELF GO." 

Steve watched, his heart pounding with accelerating excitement as his horny 
blonde lover's eyes rolled and began to redden with the onrushing sexual 
flood tide that was rapidly enveloping both of them as their glistening, 
sweaty bodies merged. 

Her eyes continued to roll as Gloria La Rue watched her rampaging lover's 
throbbing spear slide slowly up into the hungrily clasping lips of her 
salaciously alive, lewdly moist pussy. She heard through ringing ears the 
soft, sibilant sound of his steaming pecker as it wetly entered her. 

The deliriously alive blonde moaned once, shivering slightly, and then 
became momentarily rigid, after which her legs straightened, her toes 
pointing upward and her buttocks grinding against the bed sheets as she 
begged for more and more, caught in the delirious rapture of the steaming 
contact in which they were engaging. 

"COME ON, OOOHHH, TIGER, YOU'RE GONNA DOMINATE ME, OOOHHH, YOU'RE REALLY 
DOING IT," she gasped. "COME ON, FUCK ME. OOOHHH, GRIND YOUR PRICK INSIDE 
ME. FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD. FUCK ME FAST. DO IT, DO IT, DO IT." 

Steve watched with expanding delight as Gloria's shapely, alabaster buttocks 
undulated up off the bed until all he could see was the thick rigidity of 
his turgid shaft protruding from the moistly tight lips that clasped around 
his devastating, determinedly onrushing cock. 

Beads of sweat surfaced on Steve's furrowed forehead as he began a slow, 
grinding, up-and-down thrusting movement with his naked sinewy buttocks 
rising in the air until the tip of his rock-hard, savage member was left 
just inside the warm, enclosing sheath of her nakedly exposed vagina. He 
dropped heavily back down between her widely splayed thighs, impaling 
himself with total commitment in the form of one long, smooth stroke. 

"OOOHHH, IT'S TOO MUCH, WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME, IT'S GREAT, IT'S GREAT," 
she loudly declared, rolling her eyes triumphantly. "OOOHHH, HONEY, YOU'RE 
TURNED ON WITH MY BOD. I'M TURNED ON WITH YOU. OHHHH, I'M TURNED ON WITH 
THAT HARD, BEAUTIFUL SHAFT. COME ON, KEEP STICKING IT IN ME, BABY. FUCK ME 
WITH IT, OOOHHH, COME ON, SLAM IT IN ME. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. STICK IT 
INSIDE MY PUSSY." 

The rampaging lovers moved their straining, sweat-dampened legs as Gloria's 
pussy lips clasped tightly as they absorbed each and every pumping surge 
that her lover made into the fully exposed tightness of her seethingly moist 
cuntal slit. 

Following another moment of electrified seesawing, the passionate blonde 
beauty seemed to warm still more to the task at hand as she reached down 
between her lover's widely spread thighs to cradle the softness of his 
ballooning testicles in her palm. 

"OOOHHH, THAT'S IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE THE MOVEMENT," he nodded eagerly. 
"COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING. OOOHHH, THIS IS FUCKING. FUCKING AT ITS 
BEST." 

"IT SURE IS," she smiled. "HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A COCK YOU'VE GOT. THE WAY 
IT'S GRINDING INTO ME. 

YOU'RE A PRO, A REAL PRO. YOU'RE EVERYTHING YOU WERE CRACKED UP TO BE AND 
MORE." 

Steve could not help but feel tremendously gratified over the fact that as 
experienced a woman as Gloria La Rue was paying him such a compliment. All 
the while his hard, wetly glistening cock continued to skewer into the moist 
softness of her supple vaginal flesh. Every now and then the beautiful 
blonde could clench her eyes tightly and heave loud, lusty sighs, 
concentrating on each intense sensation that she felt inside her scalding 
womb as her lover kept on directing his stinging shaft deep inside her hot 
cunt. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T TAKE IT, OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA SHOOT," she sighed. 

"Hang on, because I'm gonna be joining you." 

"OOOHHH, YES, YES, LET'S DO IT AT THE SAME TIME, DARLING, ON TARGET, AN 
ON-TARGET ORGASM," she ground her hips and flung her buttocks with carefree 
abandon. "OOOHHH, IT MAKES ME SO HORNY, OOOHHH, SO EXCITED JUST THINKING 
ABOUT IT. OOOHHH, AN ON-TARGET ORGASM. COME ON, KEEP FUCKING ME. OOOHHH, 
BLAST AWAY WITH YOUR SOLID COCK. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT." 

She shoved her body forward, permitting her pussy to snap as it clasped 
around the rampaging warmth of Steve Manners's steadily churning cock as he 
pushed his electrified prick into her, moving that much near the point of a 
spine-tingling orgasm, when the thundering droplets of his steaming fluid 
would explode from the tip of his hard-driving cock. 

Steve reached out and let his fingers slide resolutely against Gloria's 
flinging buttocks. He pushed and pinched with both hands, gasping and 
gulping, enjoying each and every quick, plunging stroke. 

"AAAHHH, AAAHHH, OOOHHH, YES, YES, YESSSSS," Gloria gasped. "DARLING, KEEP 
IT UP. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YESSSSSS!" 

Steve Manners continued to relentlessly pour himself vigorously into the act 
at hand. As he panted steadily, he reached out with both hands and ground 
his fingers tightly against the beautiful Gloria's rapidly undulating 
buttocks. He loved staring at the silky white flesh. All the while his 
stirring penis kept on slashing, pumping with skewering efficiency as he 
worked it up between her upraised thighs and into the moistness of her 
fleshy, throbbing, hair-fringed fissure. 

"OOOHHH, I'M GETTING SO CLOOSSEE," he sighed. 

Once more the naked blonde actress reached up and ground her fingers against 
the smoothness of his awesomely swollen testicles. The harder that her 
scorching fingers pushed and plunged, the more relentlessly that he hammered 
with his seethingly effective cock, which blasted and slid as he let it 
manipulate energetically inside the moist warmth of her furry triangle. 

As the exceedingly aroused blonde began fingering her lover's scorching 
balls for a second time, the act was practically over. There was no way that 
the irrepressible Steve Manners could hold back the tormenting flood tide of 
emotion that rested within his loins. 

He felt raging fires building quickly within him, particularly those focused 
on the tip of his excited, ramrod penis, which he kept on gliding within the 
innermost depths of her wet, tightly clasping vaginal valley. She loved 
listening to the steady grunting sounds that he gave out with as he kept on 
blasting her with his hard, steely prong. 

Steve reached down, letting his fingers cling once more tightly to his 
beautiful lover's writhing buttocks. His fingers twisted and slid against 
Gloria's firm, shapely half-moons of ass flesh as he propelled his charging 
cock forward with steadfast determination, eager to enjoy the best explosion 
possible. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE," he grunted. "OOOHHH, 
OHHHH, MY BALLS ITCH. DAMNED, OOOHHH, DO THEY ITCH." 

He heaved a gasp, feeling the plentiful store of juices in his stiff man 
meat and his burning balls. 

Steve hammered his incessantly aroused lover as hard as possible, slamming 
his stiff prick into the tight, burning intensity of her seething womb as 
she cooperatively snapped her pussy back and forth and kept on wiggling her 
buttocks and hips. 

He heaved another deep sigh, straightened his slender, rock-hard body, then 
slammed his rampaging, torpedo-like cock forward once more. As he began to 
observe the erupting white juice splash volcanically from the end of his 
agitated cock, he smiled with satisfaction. His whole body trembled as the 
rivulets of splashing white jissum catapulted down her warm, twisting thighs 
and landed on the white bed sheets. 

Moments later it was all over. His hard-pounding heart continued to move at 
an accelerated pattern as he rolled off her smoothly compliant body and 
stretched out several feet away until he caught his breath. 

"You're a super fuck, darling," she ran her fingers soothingly through his 
hair. 

"Thank you. You're no slouch yourself. As great as you are on the screen, 
you're even more impressive in person." 

"Thank you. If I only had a body that could accommodate all the men who 
would love to fuck me," Gloria laughed. 

"If you even tried you'd be in a pickle jar of some laboratory somewhere." 

"I guess you've got a point. So what I've got to do is concentrate on a 
small horny handful of men that I like. Do you mind if I put you in that 
category?" 

"I'd be extremely disappointed if I were left out. Disappointed and 
insulted. As a matter-of-fact, I'm hoping you'll put me up there pretty 
high." 

"You won't be put on a low pedestal," she told him. "Can I fix you another 
Martini?" 

"No thanks. I guess I'll just get dressed, hop into my Jaguar, and head for 
home." 

"By the way. I'll be calling in another couple of days to make my next 
appointment. I'm hoping that it will be understood that ... well, that it 
won't be just a hair styling." 

"Oh, no. And if your old man's in town, we can always get it on over at my 
place. Or, if you don't want to take a chance on the notoriety, we'll find 
some other spot. Just as long as the arrangements suit you." 

"I appreciate a guy who's considerate," Gloria ran her fingers through 
Steve's brown, wavy hair. "Oh, yeah, we're gonna fuck plenty. I'll fuck you 
at your place. Hell, what have I got to lose? Just as long as I don't do it 
right in front of my husband's nose I don't think he gives a damn. I'll just 
bet he's humping himself a lot of cute ass on the set of that Western that 
he's working on." 

"No doubt. He's got quite a reputation in his own right." 

"Yes, he does. Oh, darling, it was really great." 

"Yeah. Glad we could get together," he leaned forward and kissed the sexy 
actress on the lips. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Steve Manners felt a carefree, light-headedness as he drove along Sunset 
Boulevard to Doheny, where he swung a right turn. 

Life was being exceptionally good to the hair stylist, who, in the last two 
years, had secured quite a comfortable niche in the competitive world of 
which he was a part in Beverly Hills. There was a good deal of tenacious 
competition to secure hair-styling assignments for the women of Hollywood 
and those who were married to successful entrepreneurs and corporate 
executives. Thus far he was doing exceptionally well. 

As he passed Melrose, traffic began to thicken even more. He took a look to 
his left at the magnificent white structure where he lived. It was a modern 
apartment house in every sense of the term, complete with twenty-four-hour 
security, closed-circuit television, a subterranean garage and assigned 
parking spaces. In addition, he had been able to secure a penthouse 
apartment. Through the spacious picture windows in his living room he could 
see the sprawling city of Beverly Hills below. He lived on the dividing line 
in West Hollywood. Had he crossed the street he would have been in Beverly 
Hills. His view faced the wealthy city where he had his hair-styling shop. 

The guard at the front gate waved to Steve as he drove inside. He felt much 
like a young high school football player who had scored his first touchdown. 
After all, he was balling in the big leagues, screwing the highest-quality 
cunt available. He thought about how many times as a young man he had 
desired the body of the voluptuous Gloria La Rue. These strong rapturous 
desires had been a part of him long before they had actually met. Now he had 
achieved success, and the only thing that bugged him was that he could have 
had her much sooner. 

He pulled his Jaguar to a halt in his assigned parking space, he couldn't 
help but laugh at the irony of the whole thing. Here was one of the world's 
most desirable women actually telling him that she was ready to clear out of 
his shop and find herself another hair stylist because he had not given her 
the kind of stirring cock action she had anticipated. Instead he had frozen 
up, concluding that she wanted nothing other than to have her hair styled 
properly. Finally he could see the situation in full perspective. He had 
worshiped the beautiful Miss La Rue from afar for so long that, once the 
opportunity actually arose for him to make a play for her, he could not 
bring himself to do it. This was one time that he had actually been overawed 
by a woman, something that was becoming increasingly rare in his life as he 
developed more confidence and engaged in more sexual activity with the 
beautiful women whose hair he styled. 

He walked from the garage to the elevator, pushing the button for the 
twenty-second floor, where he resided. 

As he stepped into the elevator and watched it close, he thought about the 
fact that he was able to charge some of the highest prices in even Beverly 
Hills for his services. The reason why he was able to do so stemmed from his 
ability as a cocksman. So many of the beautiful women who patronized his 
shop were very much in need of regular sexual servicing. Their wealthy, 
prosperous husbands were often tied down with too many other 
responsibilities to provide them with the kind of sex that they sought. 
Additionally, there was another element that also aided him. Many women, 
after hearing about his reputation, considered it a form of status symbolism 
to be a part of his ever-expanding stable. He couldn't help but laugh to 
himself and clap his hands with glee, realizing that he was in such an 
enviable position. Here he was able to screw some of the most desirable 
women around on a regular basis, and, in addition, he had them as clients 
and was charging them top dollar. 

The elevator door opened as it reached the twenty-second floor. Steve 
entered his spacious apartment, closing the door behind him, then 
immediately walking toward the plushly carpeted living room and turning on 
the lights. He pulled the thick green drapes which covered the windows fully 
open, once again digesting the intoxicatingly delicious sight of the city. 
Every now and then Steve, who had come from a lower middle-class background 
in Venice near the beach, had to pinch himself to recognize just exactly 
where he stood at this moment in time. 

He walked over toward the bar and fixed himself a drink. He mixed some Jack 
Daniels with just a dash of Seven-Up, adding a lemon twist for good measure. 
With slow strides he walked over and sat down in his therapeutic-massage 
easy chair, which he immediately switched on. As he lay back and closed his 
eyes, taking an occasional sip from his glass, he decided that tonight he 
would just rest up and thoroughly enjoy the memories of the afternoon that 
he had just finished spending with the voluptuous Gloria La Rue. He would 
perhaps watch the news, fix himself a television dinner, then perhaps listen 
to an opera on his stereo console before retiring. 

All of those well-laid plans came to a screeching halt, however, with the 
shrill ring of the telephone. 

He took a last sip from his glass, setting it down, then jumped to his feet 
and picked up the telephone. 

"Hello," he said. 

"Hello, my dear, what are you doing?" he heard the seductive voice of 
Celeste Luna on the other end of the line. He never ceased to be impressed 
by the sensual magnetism of her South American accent. 

"Just lying in my easy chair and sipping a drink," he replied. "How are you, 
Celeste?" 

"In a word, I'm lonely, darling." 

"I guess that means that Garson is gone again." 

"Yes. He left for London this morning." 

"What's Garson doing over there?" 

"He's premiering a new cosmetics line in England." 

"What's that guy trying to do? Become the richest man in the world?" Steve 
chuckled. 

"I suppose so, but it's more than that. If he knew he was the richest he'd 
still be striving. You know him. He's a very goal-oriented person." 

"Yes. I guess that's what makes executives great. They've got to have that 
tremendous drive. That fantastic ego." 

"Nobody could accuse Garson Webb of not having ego or drive. Come to think 
of it, nobody could accuse you of lacking those things, either." 

"But I'm just a rank amateur compared to Garson," Steve reminded her. 

"Let's just say this. You're a younger man than Garson. Give you a few more 
years, a little more experience, and give yourself a chance to inhale the 
invigorating scent of success, prosperity and power and there's no telling 
where you'll be or what you'll be trying to do." 

"You're talking about the wrong guy," Steve Manners laughed. "I'll admit, 
honey, that I'm a pleasure-lover from the word go. Yes, I love my gorgeous 
penthouse apartment overlooking the city. I like my nifty little shop with 
all of the rich women visiting me there. I love all of this. But I'm not the 
kind of guy who's gonna try for that much more." 

"You'll probably have an international chain of hair-styling salons before 
you're through," she said only half-teasingly. "You have a strong power 
drive. I can see it. I recognize some of the same qualities in you that I've 
seen exemplified in Gar-son so many times." 

"Cut it out, you're fracturing me," he burst into loud laughter. 

"At any rate, getting back to more important things," 

"like what, Celeste?" 

"like what I just said before." 

"Oh, about being lonely?" 

"Yes. And I guess you know what comes with loneliness. One guess, my dear. 
The word starts with an 'h' and you know it very well." 

"Horny. The thing I become a tenth of a second after my last orgasm." 

She burst into spontaneous laughter. 

"Say, by the way, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you since 
five o'clock." 

"I had a late appointment at the salon." 

"My guess is that the appointment was followed by another appointment." 

"Hang on now, sweetie-pie. You're my only girl." 

"You lying son-of-a-bitch," she laughed. "At least I'm flattered that you'd 
say that, even if I know it isn't the truth." 

"You've got fantastic appeal, Celeste. I mean, just thinking about you gives 
my cock a hard-on." 

"I wish we had such a thing as video-phone right now," Celeste said. "I've 
heard that in time we'll get it. I wish we had it right now." 

"Why is that?" 

"So I could see that big, long, dangling cock before me. How I love it. And 
how I love the cream that it spurts." 

"I've got news for you, honey. It is hard right now. Hard and throbbing." 

Steve Manners wasn't lying. Immediately he stole a glance down at his 
crotch. In spite of the activity that he had engaged in earlier, just 
listening to Celeste's voice and hearing her talk in such a sensual manner 
with her always magnetic tone, the purring, soft, South American accent, 
prompted him to become excited. He wondered from a practical standpoint, 
however, just how long he would be able to sustain an erection and perform 
adequately for the beautiful young woman. After all, he had been put through 
the emotional and physical meat grinder with one of the most sensuous women 
in the world. As beautiful as Celeste was, he also knew that even he had his 
physical limitations. The afternoon had been literally one hell of a ball, 
and now here was Celeste coming strong, telling him how much he was needed. 

"How fast can you get over here?" she half-panted. 

"It sounds like you're taking your clothes off now." 

"Just about. Honey, I need you. I really do. Garson's a good lover when he's 
available, but he's been in conferences and staying at the office until all 
hours of the morning getting ready to premier this new cosmetics line in 
London. So that's left me alone to just play with myself. Naturally I 
couldn't be calling you while he was here. That would be too much for his 
ego, even though I know he suspects we're making it." 

"He'd have to be stupid if he didn't, and if there's one thing that Garson 
Webb isn't, it's stupid. Right?" 

"Absolutely right. At any rate, as I was saying, I couldn't be calling you 
while he was here. So I waited until he left. Then I knew it was time to 
make my move. So how about it, honey? When can you get over here?" 

"It's been a rather long day, Celeste," he began apologetically. "I mean, I 
had lots of appointments. I need a little time to unwind. How about me 
making it over at nine o'clock? I don't have any early appointments 
tomorrow, thank goodness, so we could just ball that much later. You're not 
on any time table anyway. Certainly not with Garson gone." 

"No, that's very true," she replied. "All right, darling. I suppose that 
nine o'clock would be all right." 

"Nine o'clock sounds real good," he said, feeling a measure of relief over 
at least putting her off momentarily. "So I'll be seeing you then, my dear." 

"All right. I'm really looking forward to it." 

"Good-bye." 

As he hung up the telephone, Steve Manners strolled briskly back to his easy 
chair. He picked up the remainder of the drink which he had left on the 
table, gulping it down. 

He knew that, if he was to make a good impression on Celeste, he needed to 
get some protein into his system. He decided to fix some fish that he had in 
his refrigerator. Halibut steak to be precise. As a means of making certain 
that he secured more than enough protein in preparation for a wild sex 
interlude with the always sensuous and ready Celeste Luna, he would also go 
down the street to Sunset and purchase some chicken breasts at Colonel 
Sanders. After a dinner of fish and chicken he would then depart for 
Celeste's. 

As he ate dinner and watched the evening news, Steve Manners couldn't help 
but think about how he had met Celeste and how much she had helped him. Had 
it been anyone other than his benefactress who had been requesting to see 
him that evening, he would have put her off, calmly explaining that he was 
tired from a long day on the job, promising to see her the next day, whoever 
she was. With Celeste a different standard had to be applied. After all, had 
it not been for the tempestuous, raven-haired beauty who hailed originally 
from Bogota, Colombia, he more than-likely never would have reached the 
highest rungs of Beverly Hills society. He probably would never have secured 
such a thriving business in a prominent locale. 

Thinking back, he remembered the first time that he had seen Celeste. He had 
a much smaller hair-styling salon on La Cienega Boulevard. A beautiful young 
dark-haired woman would pass by his shop practically every weekday. At first 
he just stared at her in awe, admiring her olive skin, her intense dark 
eyes, and magnificent bone construction. After awhile, seeing how much he 
admired her from his expressions, she began to wave. 

One afternoon when he was sitting in his shop reading a magazine, waiting 
for his next customer to arrive, she strolled into the shop. As he stared 
into her hypnotically fascinating eyes and observed the shapeliness of her 
jutting breasts as they made their opulent presence felt from out of her 
tight-fitting blouse, his cock almost instantly stood on end. 

"Yes, can I help you?" he had asked. "Yes. You know, the hair stylist I've 
been going to has moved back to New York. I just happened to walk past here 
on my way home from working out at the women's health club down the street. 
I'm wondering if you could fit me in for an appointment." 

"As a matter-of-fact, I'm not doing anything now," he smiled suggestively. 

"Fine. That would be nice. Could you take care of me right now?" her eyes 
lit up with a smile of delight. 

"Definitely. I'll take care of you right now." 

"How wonderful. You're very accommodating." 

"By the way, my name's Steve. Steve Manners." 

"Hello. I'm Celeste Luna." 

Immediately the name registered in his mind. Being in the hair-styling 
business, he tried to keep abreast of the reigning beauties and the hair 
styles that they wore. All of a sudden he recognized that he had not only 
heard of Celeste Luna, but had seen her on the covers of a number of 
prominent magazines. 

"Wait a minute. Aren't you a famous model?" 

"Yes, I'm a model," she smiled shyly as she sat down in the chair. 

"Certainly. I've seen you on the covers of a lot of magazines lately." 

"Yes, I have been getting lots of work. Almost too much, in fact. It's hard 
to keep up with it all." 

"That's true. I can understand why you get so much work. You're a very 
glamorous-looking woman." 

"Thank you very much. And you're a very handsome and gracious man." 

His huge erection did not go unnoticed. During the final minutes of the 
session, as he began to blow dry her hair, the beautiful brunette could not 
resist the temptation to reach out and let her elbow scrape against his 
crotch, where she was able to feel the enormity of his swollen, mammoth 
cock. She made it appear to be an accident. 

"Oh, excuse me," she giggled girlishly. 

"Quite all right. You can do that any time." 

"Oh, you're sexy." 

"You're beautiful." 

He reached out immediately with both hands, sliding his fingers inside of 
her blouse and bra, letting his fingers glide against the prickly warmth of 
her succulent nipples. He noticed how taut they had already become and 
recognized at that point that he would not be taking care of his next 
customer. 

"Excuse me a moment," he said in a raspy voice, moving away from the 
beautiful brunette. 

"Don't you like me?" she asked, confused by the sudden turn of events. 

"That's just it. I like you too much," he winked. "I'm just gonna take care 
of a little matter on the telephone. Then we can go from here over to my 
place. How's that sound?" 

"It sounds absolutely delightful," she threw him a kiss. "It's just that. 
Well, I was afraid that maybe you were going to pull back." 

"Are you kidding. Not with his hard-on. No, honey. I'm not the kind of guy 
who-likes to torture myself." 

She sat there in the chair as he dialed the telephone number of Jackie 
Stoner, an attractive red-haired beauty who was married to a criminal lawyer 
with a downtown Los Angeles office. 

"Hello," she answered. 

"Yes, Jackie. This is Steve Manners." 

"Oh, yes. I was just rushing out the door for the appointment. It's still 
open, I hope." 

"I was wondering if we could switch it," he said. "It seems as if I'm coming 
down with something. I'm pretty good at fighting these colds and flu off if 
I just have a chance to rest a little. I'm sure that I'll be all right in a 
couple of days." 

"Oh my. I'm sorry to hear that. Well, I wouldn't want to risk it anyway. You 
know how easily transmittable these bugs are." 

"That's right. So I was wondering if we could reset out appointment for 
early next week." 

"Well, let me see. I'm attending a convention with my husband the early part 
of the week in Las Vegas. Yes, we could make it next Friday, if that's all 
right with you." 

"That would be fine. How would two o'clock be?" 

"Yes, two o'clock would be ideal. Take care of that cold." 

"I certainly will." 

He hung up the telephone. 

"You shouldn't lie like that," Celeste chided him, shaking her finger. 

"What else could I do?" 

"Just kidding. You did the right thing. I'm glad you lied." 

Steve Manners moved quickly toward the South American beauty. His heart 
palpitated thunderously as he guided his puckered lips forward, letting them 
converge with solid impact against hers. 

It felt to the young hair stylist as if the earth was moving beneath him as 
their lips remained solidly pressed against each other for several long 
moments. He finally released his lips from hers, beckoning her out the back 
door. 

"Steve's for Styling is closed for the day," he said. Right now it's time to 
move on to even more important matters." 

They climbed into the Chevrolet Impala that he was driving in those days, 
exchanging very few words during the short drive to his small apartment 
situated on the Sunset Strip, one-half block north of Sunset. 

Soon they were frolicking together in bed, and never in his entire life had 
Steve met anyone with whom he was able to form the kind of instant sensual 
compatibility that he could with Celeste. It was as if they had both been 
programmed for each other by a complex, intricately working computer. 

He stared down at her lean, supple flesh. He liked the olive texture of her 
skin as he moved his fingers up and down her long, sleek thighs, then let 
them settle against the warmth of her ankles. Easing her legs apart, he then 
shoved his rock-hard cock forward, preparing to let it detonate the warmth 
of her pussy. 

Steve stared at the ravishing dark curls of her thick pubic bush. His eyes 
sought out the pinkness of her damp, aroused pussy as he pushed his 
cascading cock forward, letting it grind its way with thunderous 
determination as he worked it into the seething pit of her tightly clasping 
mound. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT," she sighed. 

"OHHH, WHAT A WOMAN YOU ARE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP FLINGING YOUR BUTT. 
OOOHHH, THAT BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS BUTT. OOOHHH, WHAT AN ASS. OHHHH, WHAT A 
PUSSY. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE HAMMERING WITH MY COCK. OHHHH, WHAT A PERFECT FIT 
WE ARE. MY PRICK AND YOUR CUNT. PERFECT." 

"OOOOHHH, KEEP CHARGING," she implored. "MY DARLING. OOOHHH, KEEP ON 
FUCKING. YES, BLAST AWAY WITH YOUR COCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, LET IT SLIDE. 
OOOHHH, LET IT SLIDE REAL NICE. OOOHHH, PLANT IT DEEP. PLANT IT DEEP INSIDE 
ME." 

His fingers sharply caressed the warmth of her ass cheeks, which wiggled 
with abundant appreciation as she quickly responded to every speedy, 
piercing change of his ramrod-like cock. Back and forth he continued to slam 
his rampaging, blood-engorged spear into the intimate depths of her fiery 
vagina. All the while he was pushing her inevitably toward the point of a 
quick orgasm. He could see just how oversexed she was, and that made them 
even more compatible a team. Steve quite often wore out the women that he 
screwed, and it took a particular type of female, a horny, lust-craving sex 
pot, to absorb his fervent demands. Now he had met the ideal woman for him, 
and as he kept on flinging his hard, stirring cock into the depths of her 
wet cuntal petals, she flung her hips back and forth, then heaved a loud, 
prolonged sigh. 

"OOOHHH, OOHHHH, I'M JUICIIIING," she gasped loudly. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, 
OHHHHH, KEEP FUCKING MEEEEE. YES, OOOHHH, DRIVE YOUR COOOOOOCCCKK. OHHHH, 
DRIVE IT HARD. DRIVE IT FAST. OOOHHH, SLAM IT INSIDE ME, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, 
FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK!" 

He reached out with his sweaty hands, letting them slap with delirious 
ecstasy against the warmth of her white buttocks. Every time he touched the 
silky smooth skin he could feel that much more agitation in his swelling, 
itching testicles and prick. He drove in with his ever-pumping ramrod, 
penetrating the moist warmth of her vagina as he pushed himself that much 
nearer to the state of a wild and ecstatic climax. 

Eventually he let his roaming fingers press tightly against the warmth of 
her bouncing breasts. He loved watching her tits flounce with wild desire, 
and all the while he listened to the loud, heavy gasping sounds that she 
sent forth as he kept on hurling his body forward, driving his stinging cock 
into her with unflagging zest and spirited determination. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M SO CLOSE NOW," he grunted. "OOOHHH, I'M JUST ABOUT 
THERE. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE 
IT." 

He pumped and hammered, with his stinging tool, letting it pierce the 
claspingly moist warmth of her pink, soggy vagina. Pretty soon she was on 
the verge of another orgasm, heaving a deep sigh as she sent forth a 
spirited declaration. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GO AGAIN," she grunted. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, I'M 
SHOOTING. KEEP ON FUCKING ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP ON SCREWING ME. OOOHHH, 
PLANT YOUR LONG, STEELY COCK INSIDE ME. HOW I WANT IT. OOOHHH, HOW I NEED 
IT. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. YES, YESSSS, FFFUUUUUCC-CKK." 

Her long, lithe legs kicked in the air in all their sweat-stained glory. She 
parted her legs and heaved another long sigh as his cock cut through her 
like a knife, driving hard and fast into the moist depths of her palpitating 
pink pussy. The juices began to spurt from the nub-like tip of his solid, 
erect cock. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE I GOOOOO," he grunted. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, WE'RE ON TARGET. 
AAAHHH, OOOHHH, I'M JUICING, TOO. DARLING, OOOHHH, HOLD ME, HOLD ME, HOLD 
MEEEE!" 

He threw his hands forward, letting them crush against the solid warmth of 
her ripe, smooth breasts. All the while his hard, stinging cock kept on 
slashing, driving into the moistness of her exploding pussy as the thick, 
white droplets of his steaming cock fluid engulfed her, and soon it all came 
to an end. 

As he released his cock from her pussy, Steve stared into the captivating 
raven-haired model's eyes. They formed a mutual silent compact at that 
moment in time. They recognized just how much they meant to each other and 
that this was certainly not one isolated fuck. No, they both recognized that 
their temperaments and sexual tempos were so much alike that they would be 
seeing one another again and again, enjoying their bodies in wildly 
rapturous sessions. 

That unforgettable afternoon had been the start of something big as far as 
Celeste and Steve were concerned. Steve, who had always considered himself 
the type of man who was not-likely to get seriously involved with a woman, 
the kind of man who was interested in the sexual aspects of a relationship 
and could bid a woman adieu whenever the situation arose, found that it was 
very easy for him to feel a stronger sense of commitment to Celeste. He fell 
head over heels in love with the prominent dark-haired model. He recognized 
almost at the outset, however, that there was stiff competition as far as 
winning the undivided loyalty of the beautiful Celeste was concerned. At 
that time she was being dated and promoted extraordinarily well by none 
other than Gar son Webb, one of the reigning giants of the women's cosmetic 
field. After starting in the East he had worked his way out to the West 
Coast, where he now based his international operation. After having seen 
Celeste Luna's pictures gracing the covers of a number of prominent fashion 
magazines, he immediately sent for the sultry, dark-haired beauty. She was 
signed to a long-term contract. He made certain that she was prominently 
featured on all the right television talk shows. It was only a question of 
time, Steve realistically knew, before Garson Webb would move one step 
further and make Celeste Luna his wife. 

One evening after they had had sex, Steve broke down in tears and told 
Celeste how strongly he felt for her. 

"I'd like to marry you," he declared. 

"I'm sorry, Steve, but we'd better just continue the relationship the way 
that it is," she reached out and squeezed his hand sympathetically. "There 
are other girls. Lots of beautiful girls. The more prominent you become in 
your field, the more the opportunities that will open up. This is just too 
much for me to refuse. We can still continue to see each other. I want to 
continue this relationship even after I'm married to Garson. After all, he's 
tied up with so many different activities and travels so much of the time. 
I'm more of a home-body. Yes, I like an occasional nice trip, but basically 
I like to stay home. It'd be nice to know that there'll be somebody around 
to keep me company." 

Steve realized that, as the old saying went, a half loaf was better than 
none. It would have certainly been much worse had Celeste Luna terminated 
their sexual relationship once that she married the prominent Garson Webb. 
Instead their relationship grew and they enjoyed sex on an even more 
frequent basis as, just as she had pointed out, Gar-son Webb spent a good 
deal of his time out of town. 

One afternoon after he had done a good job of styling her hair, Celeste 
became exhuberant with an idea. She would go right home and show her husband 
what a good job her hair stylist had done on her hair. Certainly a man with 
Steve Manners' creative abilities deserved a bigger, more prestigious salon 
in a lucrative location. She immediately approached her husband on the 
subject and he expressed a desire to meet Steve Manners. 

Steve met the handsome, gray-haired Garson Webb in the impressive setting of 
his skyscraper office suite on Wilshire Boulevard. Immediately Steve was 
taken aback when the astute cosmetics giant offered to go into partnership 
with him on a venture. Steve would secure a hair-styling salon in the heart 
of downtown Beverly Hills. Not only that, but Garson Webb would hold an open 
house, which he would personally attend with his beautiful young wife. There 
they would extol the abilities of Steve Manners, after which, Garson Webb 
confidently assured him, his clientele would be considerably enhanced. 

"I ... I don't know exactly what to say," Steve gulped. 

"You don't have to say anything, young man," Garson Webb smiled. "I'm proud 
of my beautiful wife. She recognizes true ability. You do have a definite 
creative knack in the realm of hair styling and we might just as well give 
you a chance to go as far as you can. Not only that, but I'm always 
interested in another business investment. Just as long as it's successful. 
And successful this will be." 

"With that kind of confidence, I just can't afford to fail," he grinned 
nervously. 

"You won't, young man. You won't at all. You're going to succeed and succeed 
quite well." 

As he finished gulping down his chicken and fish, washing the food down with 
glasses of orange juice, those words reverberated in his brain. It made 
Steve Manners proud to recognize that profits had soared at the hair salon, 
consistently climbing until they had reached an all-time high. As far as he 
was concerned it would be consistently onward and upward, and he had the 
lovely Celeste to thank for it all. So how could he possibly turn her down 
when she expressed herself in the way that she had? If she was horny and 
exceedingly desirous of sex, then he would arrive on the scene and see to it 
that she was provided with the ultimate in physical attention. 

After finishing his meal, Steve took the elevator downstairs and climbed 
into his Jaguar. At a few minutes past nine he arrived at the white, 
impressive Colonial house situated in very fashionable Brentwood. 

He knocked on the door and the butler answered several moments later. 

"Come in, sir," the butler said cordially. 

"Thank you, Timothy." 

"Mrs. Webb is upstairs, sir," Timothy the butler said, with a merry twinkle 
surfacing in his eyes. 

"In the bedroom?" 

"No, sir. She told him she was taking a bath, presume she's still there." 

"I see. Thank you." 

Even though Steve Manners was accustomed to just about anything from Celeste 
since they had engaged in practically every conceivable type of sex in the 
course of their wild and ravenous relation ship, he was a little puzzled 
over the fact that she would be taking a bath at a time when she was 
expecting him. If Celeste Luna was honestly and truly that horny, then he 
wondered just why she would be taking the bath at such a late hour. It would 
stand to reason that she would be ready for him and his hard, sturdy cock. 

He knocked on the bathroom door. 

"Yes, come in, my dear," Celeste said in a low seductive voice. 

He walked into the bathroom. His cock immediately hardened as he observed 
the shapely raven-haired beauty stretched out in the luxurious warmth of her 
sunken tub. He observed the combination of water and glowing white bubbles. 

"A bubble bath?" he asked laughingly. 

"Why not? Judging by the way that your cock swelled up all of a sudden, it 
looks as if you're quite horny." 

"Yes. Oh, damned. This really does turn me on." 

"Confidentially, my dear, that had more than a little to do with why I 
decided to use this little approach." 

"One thing about you, Celeste. You're always full of surprises. There's no 
way that a guy could get bored around you. What with that beautiful face, 
that gorgeous body, and that creative mind." 

"Thank you, darling. I don't need anymore testimonials though. At least not 
any verbal testimonials." 

"I get the point," he chuckled. "You're thinking of testimonials of another 
kind." 

"Testimonials that can be only fulfilled through the proper placement of a 
large, excited cock. That's the kind of language I'm speaking." 

"Yes, I know only too well," he laughed. 

Celeste's eyes widened with mounting joy and sensual exhilaration as her 
lover eased out of his clothes. As he slipped his shorts down his legs and 
off of him, she admired the ripeness of his lean, muscular form. 

"Why don't you come over here and join me," she beckoned him, motioning with 
both hands. 

He watched as the beautiful model kicked her sleek legs up over the side of 
the tub. 

"Come to me, darling, come to me right now," she called out in a husky, 
frenzied tone. 

"Oh, yes. I'm on my way." 

He guided his naked body forward, propelling it over the edge of the sunken 
tub and landing with a lurid plop inside of the water. He kicked with his 
legs, then heaved a deep sigh as his beautiful, horny lover reached out with 
both hands and allowed her fingers to grab hold of his hard, piercing cock. 
The water splashed as their arms and legs kicked, but all the while her 
fingers kept on gliding tentatively as she worked them up and down the huge, 
bulbous length of his captivating organ. 

"OOOHHH, HOW NIIIICE, OOOHHH, I LOVE IIIITTTT," he grunted. 

"Sure you do," she smiled. "Is little Celeste giving her lover a good hand 
job?" 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IIIITTT," he gasped loudly. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP 
ON FINGERING ME. YES, OOOHHH, PUMP, MOVE YOUR FINGERS REAL NICE. AAAHHH, 
OHHHHH, FASTER, FASTER, FAAASSSTTEERR." 

His legs danced and kicked against the water as she kept on moving her 
fingers with vigorous precision against the firm, bloated length of his 
huge, fleshy cock. A few stormy finger strokes later, she released his 
throbbing cock. 

"That was just in time," he told her. "If you hadn't let go right then and 
there, I probably would have juiced." 

"That's the way that I figured it," she nodded. 

"Oh, honey. Do you ever know how to fuck. Do you ever know how to turn a man 
on." 

"If you like what I'm doing that much, why don't you prove it? Why don't you 
move toward me, honey?" 

"By all means." 

He shoved his trembling body forward, his hard cock pulsating with vigorous 
desire as he leased his tongue forward, letting it slide inside the wet, 
piercing intimacy of her own probing red tongue. Back and forth they 
exchanged swiping, commanding thrusts, their stirring, tempestuous tongues 
meeting in mid-air, manipulating against one another with stirring ecstasy. 

When Steve finally released his tongue from his lover's mouth, he slid his 
body toward the edge of the tub. 

"Come on, let's get out of here," he told her excitedly. "I can't take much 
more of this." 

"My dear. Now you're acting even more horny than I am," she smiled with 
great delight. "That's good. We're ready for one another, aren't we?" 

"It sure looks that way." 

"Yes, we're gonna have a great fuck. A beautiful fuck. Let's just get ready, 
huh?" 

"I'm ready for anything." 

"So am I." 

He eased his body out of the tub, then reached out and grabbed her by the 
wrists with both hands. He pulled her out of the tub, admiring every 
curvaceous line of her scintillating form. They walked over toward the 
nearby towel rack. He picked up a clean white towel, which he used to 
carefully dry her firm, warm flesh. Every time he pressed the towel against 
the ripeness of her magnificent body, his cock hardened with that much 
greater intensity. 

"What a body, what a gorgeous body," he said. 

"There's nothing wrong with yours either, darling," she smiled. 

With that she took the towel from Steve, proceeding to dry off his body, 
paying particular attention to his huge hard cock, which she teasingly 
massaged until he was once again almost on the verge of climax. 

"Cut it out, cut it out right now," he gasped. "If you don't I'm gonna 
juice, honey. I'm gonna juice real quick." 

"All right, all right," she smiled. "Just teasing you a little." 

"If you tease me much more I'll be shooting juice all over these walls. 

"You might. One thing about it. You have a very generous sperm bank, my 
darling." 

"I like to think so." 

"Yes, you definitely do." 

She parted her legs lewdly, pointing down toward her enticing vagina. 

"Notice anything different?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with delight. 

His eyes widened and Steve took a long, deep breath. Yes, something was 
different. He remembered the last time that he'd had sex with Celeste. She 
had told him that it was her intention to shave her pussy so that just a few 
wispy strands of her black pubic hair would remain. In the interim, since he 
had last seen her naked, she had done that very thing. 

"Oh, damned, what a delicious-looking pussy," he sighed. 

He watched as she walked slowly toward a nearby medicine cabinet, next to 
which there was a table. She wiggled her lewdly provocative buttocks, 
watching with great pleasure the manner in which her handsome, 
ever-attentive lover stared at her. 

She picked up a container of fragrant perfume, some of the finest that her 
husband's firm manufactured. She dabbed it all over her body, sprinkling it 
against her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, and, finally, next to her 
velvety vagina. 

"All right, my dear, do you need anymore incentive?" she asked. 

"Hell, no," he emphatically declared. 

"What are we waiting for?" 

"Fine. Let's adjourn to the bedroom." 

"Oh, no. Let's do something really daring." 

"like what?" 

"Let's just lie down on the carpet over there and make it right here." 

"You're something. Yes, you're definitely original. Nobody can ever say that 
Celeste copies." 

"I am very unique," she grinned. 

Steve watched as Celeste guided her sleek, magnificent form toward the red 
carpet that rested between the sunken tub and the medicine cabinet. She 
stretched out luxuriously on the rug, parting her legs and eventually 
sliding her fingers against the dampened petals of her palpitating pussy. 
The closer that Steve moved, the better the view he got of the appetizing 
wetness of her slick vagina, which she had shaved so exquisitely. 

He eased his body next to hers, reaching down to take hold of her firm, 
fleshy thighs. Immediately the beautiful brunette released her fingers from 
her aroused pussy and stared at her heavily panting lover. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, I NEED IT SO MUCH," she told him. "OOOHHH, I'VE 
NEEDED IT ALL DAY. OHHH, I'VE NEEDED IT SO BADLY. COME ON, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, 
DO YOUR THING. YOU'RE SO GOOD AT EXCITING ME. OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU EXCITE ME. 
SO COME ON, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, COME ON, TURN ME ON SOME MORE. TURN ME ON AS 
ONLY YOU CAN." 

His fingers continued to tightly grip the warmth of her firm thighs, Steve 
pushed his head down between her legs and inhaled the fragrant scent of the 
expensive perfume. He puckered up his lips, then drove them forward in a 
wild crescendo of wanton lust, letting them make intimate contact with the 
moisture of her searing, fleshy, moist cuntal folds. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, YOU DRIVE ME WILD WHEN YOU DO THAT," she sighed, her 
buttocks writhing against the carpet beneath her. "OHHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, 
THE WAY YOU KISS MY PUSSSSYYYY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOODDDD. OOOHHH, 
MY LOVER. OOOHHH, WHEN YOU KISS ME THERE. OOOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M SO 
EXCIIIIIITED!" 

Steve released his lips from the wetness of her flaming vaginal pit. He 
puckered up once more, delivering his lips with even greater flaming arousal 
as they pushed against her flushed vaginal lips. Time and again he kissed 
her against the dampness of her throbbing pussy as he listened to her 
passionate heaving gasps. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DARLING, OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IIIIIITT," she exclaimed. 

Her legs kicked back and forth as he continued to let his piercing fingers 
sink tightly against her smooth, soft yet firm flesh. After kissing the 
steaming pit of her womanhood one more time, he reached down with his tongue 
and let it scrape teasingly against the inflamed budding node of her already 
electrified clitoris. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S IIIIITT," she grunted. "OHHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, YOU'RE 
TEASING MY CLIT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. YES, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE 
MOOOOOVING. OHHHH, AAAHHH, I LIKE IIIIITT. OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOOD, SO 
GOOOOOD, AAAHHH, OHHHH, SO VERY GOOOOODD." 

Her legs kept kicking back and forth as his tongue went to work once more, 
this time sliding over the entire surface of her hot, thoroughly aroused joy 
pit. Back and forth he kept energetically swinging with his probing tongue, 
working it with increasing vigor. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

As Steve Manners kept on letting his tongue swipe with lascivious delight 
inside the warm, wet portals of the beautiful Celeste's flowering pussy, she 
began to feel waves of delirious delight sweeping through her whole body. 

She extended her long, slender legs, letting them kick back and forth while 
he kept up his spirited tempo of activity. Every time that Steve let his 
tongue teasingly glide against the sensation-laden warmth of her erect 
clitoris, she gasped and shouted louder than ever, begging him onward, eager 
to enjoy the ultimate in salacious sensation. She also felt happy over the 
fact that she had experimented, had tried something new, and the results 
were bearing fruit. Celeste had wanted to share her bath with Steve, and 
then, after they concluded, to stretch out on the small red carpet in the 
bathroom and go at it hot and heavy. Steve kept on driving with his stirring 
tongue, working it into the sizzling depths of her inflamed female cleft as 
she pushed that much closer to the point of a spine-tingling, mind-blowing 
orgasm. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, YOU'RE REALLY TAKING CHARGE," she exclaimed. "KEEP YOUR 
TONGUE SLIDING, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, SHOVE IT INSIDE MY CUNT. MY DEAR, OOOHHH, 
COME ON, SUCK ME. SUCK ME REAL NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, EAT ME. WHAT A 
GREAT TONGUE. THE WAY YOU'RE PROBING WITH IT. OOOHHH, LET IT DANCE. REALLY 
LET IT SLIDE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M JUST ABOUT THERE." 

As his tongue kept on burying itself inside the wet, intimate depths of her 
seethingly moist pussy flaps, he reached down and, for good measure, let his 
fingers grind tightly against the silkiness of her smooth, clinging ass 
cheeks. He loved the suppleness of her olive-textured flesh, something that 
had driven him wild from the very first time he had met Celeste, and whereas 
he had tired of certain women after having had sex with them over a period 
of time, with Celeste the experience only grew more exciting. His tongue 
tickled her clitoris a few more times, then went to work against the 
dampness of her pink, flushed pussy lips as he kept up the wild crescendo of 
torrid movement. His fingers pushed and plunged against her ass cheeks as he 
drove her that much nearer to the state of a spine-tingling climax. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GOOOOOO," she gasped. "COME ON, OOOHHH, CATCH ALL 
THE DROPS, HONEY. OHHHH, I'M CUMMMMING, CUM-MMMING, CUMMMMING!" 

He slapped at her writing buttocks, making loud suctioning sounds as he 
intently swallowed every droplet of her savory, delectable cunt liquid. 
After releasing his tongue from her mound, the thoroughly excited Celeste 
eased her body upward. 

"Just stay where you are," she giggled. "Honey, we're gonna really do 
something wild now. That is, with your permission my sweet." 

"If it's all that wild, you've got my permission." 

"Spoken just like the man I love." 

He watched as she gracefully eased her beautiful body on top of his, letting 
her smooth, delectable ass come to rest just above his head. 

"Looks as if you're after a sixty-niner," he said. 

"We'll do that in a minute," she said. "But how about us doing a little 
mutual ass sucking? How would that grab you?" 

"Oh, you really are a wild one." 

"That'll be fantastic. Me sliding my tongue deep inside your hot ass and you 
doing the same thing to me. If that won't turn us on for the most fantastic 
sixty-nine you could ever want, then nothing will." 

"You have a point, my dear." 

"How do you like the looks of my butt?" 

"How do I like chateau briand and aged champagne?" 

"You always say the cutest things." 

"Of course, I guess you know what would happen if I had my choice between 
what I just mentioned and your butt. It would be your butt. No contest. As a 
matter-of-fact, darling, and I really mean this, if it came down to just 
about anything or your precious little butt, I guess I'd take your ass." 

"Oh, darling. We have enjoyed ourselves so much. I'll wiggle it real nice 
for you. Get you hot and bothered. All horny. Naturally the hornier you get, 
the harder your prick will become, and the harder your prick gets, the 
better the suck I'm gonna get. I can hardly wait to feel all the hot white 
juice toppling out of there." 

"If you don't cut it out you're gonna have me juicing just listening to you 
talk about it." 

"All right. As you know, we're people of action anyway." 

"That's for damned sure." 

"Then let's get into it." 

"like right now." 

"Oh, yes," she signed huskily. 

Steve Manners watched with ever-widening eyes as the delectable brunette 
began seductively swinging her hips and ass cheeks in a slow-motion, 
methodical movement, doing everything that she could to excite him in just 
the proper manner. He loved the way that she would circulate her buttocks 
with swift, rhythmic effectiveness for a few strokes, after which she would 
then suddenly bring her movements almost to a halt. Back and forth she 
wiggled the ripe, firm flesh, and all the while his tongue felt alive with 
stimulating desire. He looked forward to sinking it inside the delightful 
fissure of her anal cleft. There he would let his tongue slide with 
uninhibited ecstasy, and all the while he knew that his beautiful lover 
would be doing the same thing to him. 

As Steve reached out and let his fingers grind against the twisting folds of 
her firm buttocks flesh, the beautiful brunette took the initiative by 
sliding her head down between his extended thighs and pushed her tongue 
forward, letting it make its initial intimate contact as it propelled itself 
against the open intimacy of his ass-hole. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH," he heaved a deep gasp. 

Back and forth she skillfully manipulated her tongue, alternating with slow 
and rapid movements in the same manner as she had controlled the movements 
when she flung her buttocks back and forth. She knew just how horny Steve 
was and how quickly he more than-likely would orgasm unless she could 
control the action in just the proper way. So she alternately slowed up the 
activities, after which she would then let them gain momentum, all the while 
driving her tongue with swift precision as it slid into the open intimacy of 
his sensation-ridden ass-hole. 

His entire body quivered and bucked as he responded to the charging strokes 
that her tongue sent forth. 

While her probing tongue continued to detonate his ass-hole, the thoroughly 
aroused Steve decided that it was time to move one step beyond fingering the 
brunette's buttocks. As his fingers continued to clutch and twist against 
the warmth of her undulating behind, he pushed his tongue forward, letting 
it slide with slow, meticulous grace as it worked its way inside her anus. 
Responsively her ass cheeks twisted back and forth as her supple body 
reacted almost immediately to the slow strokes that he delivered. 

As Steve continued to gather momentum with his quickly pistoning tongue 
thrusts up between her ripe buttocks flesh, she in turn continued to apply 
pressure, her tongue grinding with steady authority as it pushed and thrust 
into the burning depths of his quivering anus. 

Together they made rapid-fire music, their bodies twisting and writhing as 
they matched each other suck for suck. Their whole bodies were alive with 
bountiful desire as they matched each stroke for stroke, propelling one 
another that much closer to the point of an inevitable orgasm. 

After a few more minutes of rapid-fire ass sucking, his body burning with 
ravenous delight, stained with sweat from all of the exciting and vigorous 
activity, he released his tongue abruptly from Celeste's ass-hole. 

Celeste hastily withdrew her tongue from his anus, turning her head and 
looking at Steve quizzically. 

"Why did you turn loose, honey? A little tired? Need a break?" she asked 
him. 

"I need a break, but not because I'm tired," Steve shook his head. "We've 
got to get into the next phase of the old sixty-nine. My balls are about to 
break, if you know what I mean." 

"Oh, yes, my dear," she grinned, reaching down and fondling the warmth of 
his firm, bloated testicles. 

"There's only so much of that kind of wild action a man can take. Especially 
if he's a horny, oversexed son-of-a-bitch like I am." 

"Yes, my dear. I can certainly appreciate all that. Okay, honey. Then I 
guess we'll get into the next phase. As a matter-of-fact, when I look at 
that beautiful cock of yours, oh, yes, I can't help but get excited. So 
excited that I absolutely want to devour it." 

Steve felt a sweeping sexual tension envelope his entire body as he stared 
at Celeste, whose tongue was hanging out. He observed the moist saliva on 
the tip of it, realizing that she was ready to provide him with a wild suck. 

Before she went after his cock, however, Celeste was determined to obtain 
some enjoyable action of another nature. She eased her tongue forward, 
letting it move with meticulous joy as it swept against his surging, 
inflamed testicles. Just feeling her tongue scraping against their 
ballooning surface caused him to heave a loud, deep gasp as his body 
instinctively thrust forward. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S ALL ABOOOOOUUUT," he grunted. 

At first he was content to slide his fingers up and down her sweat-dampened 
thighs, but eventually he reached out with his right hand, letting his 
fingers move slowly but smoothly up against her ripe thigh until he was 
pressing against the wet intimacy of her still-throbbing cunt. Just touching 
her dampened sparse pubic curls and the wet intimacy of her pink pussy 
caused her to tongue his testicles even more quickly and responsively than 
she had earlier. Eventually he had to release his fingers from her cunt and 
call a halt to her testicle licking. 

"OOOHHH, STOP, I'M ABOUT TO GOOOOO," he exclaimed excitedly. 

She nodded, releasing her tongue from his scorching nuts. He watched as she 
eased her body downward, pushing her head between his legs and grabbing hold 
of his long, inflamed penis, which she held in both hands. 

"Okay, I guess we're ready for the last stage of the action," she said. 

"At least as far as this portion of our broadcast is concerned," he 
explained which prompted her to laugh. 

"You're right, my dear. We're gonna be doing so much fucking. Oh, yes, I can 
see how horny you 

"You really awaken the fires in me." 

"And to think that you were saying you were so tired." 

"It's amazing what a little rest will do for a guy," he chuckled. 
"Especially when he sees a beautiful bod like yours." 

"Thank you, my dear. Flattery is a wonderful thing in its time and place, 
but right now I'm not concerned about flattery. I'm just concerned about one 
thing. I'm concerned about sucking off that hot, magnificent cock of yours." 

"And I'm concerned about sucking your red-hot pussy." 

"Oh, honey. You just about had me off when you were fingering me a few 
seconds ago." 

"Then I guess I'll have you off in no time once I start grinding my tongue 
against your juicy slit." 

"You will, you will, and it'll be so absolutely exciting." 

"We'll enjoy it so much. Oh, when we turn those burning tongues loose. When 
we let them really drive. That'll be such a wonderful feeling." 

"Yes, it will. On that note let's get started. Oh, I can't take even talking 
about it anymore. I've got to get into action. We've got to suck. We've got 
to give ourselves a fantastic time of it." 

"Oh, yes. No more hesitation. Just some beautiful, old-fashioned sucking. 
The kind where you just let yourself go. That's what I like about you, 
darling. You're so uninhibited. That's the kind of person you are." 

He pushed his tongue forward, letting it ease into the moist, burning 
cauldron of his lover's delectable slit. Steve was even more enticed by the 
fact that she had shaved her box, leaving just a light fringe of the 
raven-colored hair, which totally matched that which was on her head. 

His tongue pistoned with wild excitement, caroming over every morsel of 
succulently moist cuntal flesh as he drove her to a burning climax. While he 
kept on moving his tongue with scorching precision inside her flaming 
vagina, she in turn moved her tongue forward and let it begin to circulate 
against the rubber, nozzle-like tip of his mammoth cock head. 

Just feeling her tongue manipulating against his wildly alive penis only 
prompted him to suck with that much more conviction as his tongue plunged 
into her inflamed, moist cuntal valley. He thrilled to the sound of the 
delirious slurping sounds of his steaming, red oral digit as it manipulated 
against the wet warmth of her silky, flaming cuntal valley. 

As she held on to the base of his red-hot ramrod, she continued to grind her 
tongue salaciously over the tip of his hot, desire-filled cock. A few 
strokes later she released her fingers from his long, fleshy pole, allowing 
them to glide with torrid ecstasy against his seething testicles. 

Up and down she spiritedly pumped, quickly bringing him to a burning 
crescendo of passion. Before long the juices would just have to explode from 
the tip of his rock-hard member. 

Frenziedly her tongue kept on sweeping, her coal-black hair flailing in the 
breeze that she was creating through her own quick, industrious movements. 
She lapped and slid with her tongue, letting it push and glide as it worked 
its way up and down the full length of his hot, determined organ. 

As his quickly swiping tongue manipulated with rapid-fire enthusiasm inside 
the moist furnace of ler passionate pussy, she recognized just how closely 
she was being carried to orgasm. If there was one thing that Celeste 
desired, it was to see both herself and her lover explode at virtually the 
same point in time, or at least close to it. 

While her tongue kept on gliding with burning determination up and down the 
firm length of his rock-hard rigidity, his steaming tongue pushed her to the 
verge of a zestful explosion. Her hips swung back and forth as the droplets 
of hot vaginal fluid gushed inside his mouth. 

She listened to the loud gulping sounds that emanated from Steve Manners 
and, while she was exploding her juices, she hungrily devoured his mammoth 
stock, grinding her tongue up and down his swollen, massive penis until, 
finally, he could hold out no longer. 

As the first few droplets of the thick, white fluid began to tempestuously 
explode from the end of his burning cock, she reached down and let her 
fingers push and squeeze against his mammoth testicles. By then she had 
already finished orgasming, and so Steve had released his tongue from her 
pussy, providing her with all the verbal encouragement she needed in pursuit 
of his hot, thick, devastating penis load. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK IT ALL OUT OF MEEEEEEEEEEEE," he loudly exclaimed. 
"OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHHH, GO GET IIIITTT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, OOOHHHH, I WANT IT, WANT IT, WANT IIIITTT." 

He flung his surging buttocks back and forth, watching as the salty, ropy 
droplets of inflamed fluid kept on exploding from the tip of his hot spear 
and into her mouth. 

Steve made a loud commotion on the carpet, his back and buttocks flinging 
against it as he moved back and forth, then up and down, heaving deep sighs 
as the drops of thick, impassioned fluid kept on spurting from the end of 
his long, hot joy stick and into her mouth. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A COCK SUCKER," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, COME ONE, GET 
IT ALL, AAAHHH, DRAIN EVERY DROP OF ME, MY DEAR. OHHHH, EVERY DROP OF THE 
STUFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, HOW I LOVE IIIITTT." 

He reached out and slapped the stunning brunette's behind, encouraging her 
onward that much more as she swallowed the final few droplets of his flaming 
explosion. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

For several moments Steve, after collapsing in a heap on the carpet, was 
content just to rest and regain his bearings. 

At first his breathing was short and loud, but soon he managed to catch his 
breath and just lie there on the carpet for a few moments, the still-aroused 
Celeste intent upon pumping some fresh life back into the same turgid penis 
that she had deliriously sucked to a delightful conclusion. 

She eased her beautiful, sweaty body toward his. 

A smile played mischievously about the stunning model's lips as she reached 
down and let her fingers slide slowly against his testicles. Steve's body 
immediately tensed as he looked at her with curious delight. 

"You're never one to give up," he said. 

"No reason to give up around somebody like you, my dear." 

"No, I guess not," he laughed. "Oh, honey, you're really some kind of woman. 
Come on, just reach down there and keep playing with my balls. If I know 
you, you'll have me back up there in no time." 

"By some strange coincidence, that's exactly what I'm seeking to do." 

"Yes, I can realize that. Come on, you can move you fingers even faster. 
Let's really get into this." 

"That's the spirit. Oh, baby, they're starting to expand. Just look at them. 
All it took was just a little bit of finger movement and I'm getting you 
there already." 

"Yes, you definitely are. Come on, just keep it going. Ohhh, kept stroking 
with your fingers. That's so nice. Ahhh, how I love it. Come on, finger my 
hot nuts. Ooohhh, that's beautiful, aaahhh, very beautiful." 

Her fingers kept on spiritedly maneuvering, gliding suddenly back and forth 
as she worked them against the ever-intensifying surface of his hairy 
testicles. Before long she was observing noticeable signs of life in his 
cock, and decided that is was about time to switch her finger attention to 
it. 

She started slowly, moving her fingers first against the tip of his shaft, 
then beginning to glide them up and down the entire surface of his 
ever-lengthening, ever-bulging pole. 

"Ahhh, now you're really making headway," he nodded. "Come on, just keep 
your fingers moving. Oooohhh, slide them real nice. Move them up and down my 
cock. How I love it. Ohhh, I really love it. Come on, play with my balls, 
come on, really play with it." 

Up and down she spiritedly pumped until, finally, she had managed to push 
her lover's penis back up to almost where it had been prior to his last 
orgasm. His head spun in a state of delirious sexual ecstasy. For good 
measure she continued the quick, vigorous pumping strokes for a few more 
moments. By then he was back to where he had been before his last orgasm, 
and he could feel wild waves of titillating desire surfacing throughout his 
entire body. 

"Okay, you can turn loose now," he commanded. "I think I know what I'm gonna 
do next." 

"Oh, baby, share it with me," she exclaimed as she released her fingers from 
his hard, stiff cock. 

"Oh, no, it's gonna be a surprise," he said. "One thing I can tell you, 
though. You're not gonna be the least bit disappointed." 

"No. I never am around you." 

"Oh, damned, what a beautiful butt you've got." 

He threw himself on top of her beautiful body, reaching down with the first 
two fingers of his right hand and slowly but surely easing them into the 
tightness of her anal passage. He pushed and shoved with his fingers, 
causing her to let out a shriek of rapturous delight. Sure it hurt her a 
little, but the pleasure certainly outweighed the pain. 

"OOOHHH, THAT'S SUPER," she grunted. 

By then the beautiful brunette had a pretty good idea of what was 
forthcoming. After all, on a number of other occasions her lover Steve had 
done a good job of puncturing her ass-hole with his hard, driving cock. He 
was the only man who had ever entered the otherwise forbidden territory of 
her anus, and she was certain that he would remain the only one. Nobody else 
would ever gain access. The only other person that she would permit such 
access was her husband, Garson Webb, and he, she knew, would never dream of 
engaging in something that he would consider that perverted. Garson, despite 
his worldliness in the realm of business affairs, still remained very much a 
Puritan with respect to particular sex acts. But Steve Manners was something 
else, a totally liberated man who enjoyed nothing more than getting his 
kicks any way that he conceivably could. 

His fingers kept on seesawing back and forth as he pushed them into the 
intimate depths of her ass-hole. As he did so her buttocks squirmed in a 
lively fashion. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT FINGER FUCKING," she sighed loudly. "OHHHHH, COME ON, STICK 
YOUR FINGERS UP MY BUTT, HONEY. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, IT LOVE IT." 

"Does it sting a little?" 

"YEAH, IT STINGS SOME, BUT DO YOU THINK I'M GONNA OBJECT TO THAT? HEAVENS, 
NO. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING, MY LOVE. YES, OOOHHH, COME ON, JUST 
GRIND YOUR FINGERS. OHHHH, SLAM THEM INSIDE MY HOT ASS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S 
GREAT. YES, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL." 

He kept up his quick, penetrating finger strokes. It made him feel good to 
recognize the extent to which he was dominating this stunning woman. Just 
like Gloria La Rue, a woman with whom he'd had sex only hours before, here 
was somebody who was sought after by men the entire world over. He realized 
how many men who had seen her pictures and fantasized about screwing her 
would love to be in his place at this very moment, sliding their fingers 
into the tightness of her flaming ass-hole while her smooth, ripe moons of 
firm ass flesh wiggled pendulously. 

When he finally released his fingers from her ass-hole, he reached out and 
grabbed her smooth thighs, throwing her legs over his shoulders and, with a 
Tarzan-like grunt, slamming his rock-hard, determined cock forward. 

"OOOHHH, I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR ASS," he gasped. "OHHHH, THIS IS GONNA BE OUR 
BEST FUCK EVER, HONEY. I'M GONNA SLAM YOU HARD. OOOHHH, I'M 

GONNA PEPPER YOUR ASSHOLE WITH MY SURGING, BURNING COCK. I'M GONNA KEEP 
SLAMMING IT INTO YOU UNTIL THE JUICES SHOOT FROM THE END OF MY LONG, HARD 
PRICK." 

"OOOHHH, FUCK MEEEEE," she loudly declared. "OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, FUCK 
MEEEEE. OOOHHH, SLAM YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, COME ON, REALLY FUCK, 
DARLING. OOOHHH, FUCK, COME ON, LET'S FUUUUUCCCKK!" 

Her buttocks wiggled and quivered as he drove his hard, fervent cock 
forward. As it pushed inside of her in the manner of a man wielding a spear, 
she heaved a loud sigh of pleasure-pain, then immediately began to shriek 
for more. 

"AAAHHH, OOHHH, YOU REALLY DID IT," she grunted. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON 
AND FUCK ME. OHHHH, SLAM ME HARD, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK IT, 
OHHHH, FUCK MY HOT ASS. OOOHHH, YES OOOHHH, SLAM IT. OOOHHH, SLAM IT, 
AAAHHH, SLAM IIIIITTTT." 

He loved the manner in which her ass cheeks wiggled, after which she would 
slide her supple flesh toward him, meeting him head-on as he ravaged her 
with his sharp, piercing cock, which he pushed into the ravaged depths of 
her rectum. His bloated testicles continued to slap against the warmth of 
her ripe, twisting nether cheeks as he pushed into her to the hilt, gritting 
his teeth, slashing with his rock-hard, blood-engorged spear as it 
thoroughly dominated her. 

Steve loved watching the fleshy length of his mammoth, heavily veined cock 
as it disappeared into the tight inner depths of her seething anus. All the 
while, as her anal lips were penetrated, she would tighten her entire body, 
receiving every quick, stirring, jolting attack that he sent forth with his 
determined, hot lance. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT A COOOOOOCCCKK," she paid loud tribute. "OHHHH, COME ON, 
AAAHHH, KEEP ON PUSHING. OOOHHH, PUSH WITH YOUR HARD COCK. OOOHHH, COME ON, 
AAAHHH, KEEP FUCKING MEEEEE. OHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEE. FUCK MY AAAAAASSSS." 

Steve reached down and let his fingers grip tightly against the firmness of 
her writhing ass cheeks. All the while his sharply determined spear kept on 
flinging with lascivious delight, penetrating lewdly inside the warm depths 
of her tight, ravaged ass-hole. 

His breath came in short, puffy gasps and beads of sweat began to roll 
profusely down both sides of his face as Steve Manners entered the final 
phases of the act. 

As Steve grunted and gasped, his face reddening, he continued to slam his 
hard-charging cock into the intimate depths of her burning ass-hole. Every 
now and then Celeste let out a loud yell. When he inflicted some pain she 
would wince, but never to the point of wanting to even so much as slow him 
down. Every time that he sent his cannonading cock into the depths of her 
anus, he felt that much more powerful, more all-conquering, truly a man to 
be reckoned with in terms of his sexual proclivities. 

He reached out eagerly with both hands and slapped once again at her ripe, 
firm folds of ass flesh. By then she had been turned into a writhing mass of 
sensuality as her body thumped against the red carpet beneath her and she 
recognized just how closely her lover was moving toward the point of a 
tingly orgasm, when the spurting droplets would explode from the end of his 
mammoth, rock-hard member. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT AN ASS, WHAT AN ASS," he grunted. 

"DARLING, KEEP RAMMING ME, KEEP SLAMMING HARD," she told him. "OHHHH, WHAT 
FUCKING. OOOHHH, WHAT A HARD, JUICY COCK. HAVE YOU GOT PLENTY OF JUICE 
INSIDE FOR ME, DARLING?" 

"Of course I do," he nodded vigorously. "I've got it in there and it's gonna 
splash inside your ass-hole. Ooohhh, is it ever gonna splash. What screwing. 
What beautiful, wonderful fucking. It's fantastic just letting yourself go." 

His burning organ thundered against the tight depths of her ass-hole several 
more times. His cock beat steadily like a drum, tattooing itself against the 
ripeness of her folds of anal flesh. Even though her ass-hole was still a 
little tender and had not been sodomized for several months by Steve, she 
couldn't have been more willing as his balls thumped once again against the 
ripeness of her nether cheeks as he settled into the final few seconds of 
the devastating act. 

"OOOHHHHH, OOOHHHH, HERE WE GOOOO," he grunted. "OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING. 
OOOHHH, HERE IT GOOOOOES. AAAHHH, OOOHH, OHHHH, THE STUFF IS SPLAAAASHING. 
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHH, I LOVE IIIIIITTT." 

Spurting droplets of his thick, flaming fluid spilled voluminously from the 
rubbery tip of his nozzle-like penis and into her ass-hole. 

"OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, OHHHH, WHAT A FFUUUUCK," he exclaimed. 

He pulled his cock from her ass-hole, collapsing in a heap on the carpet. 
Steve felt as if he had been fucking for several days in succession. 

"Guess that'll do it for tonight," Celeste smiled, "but we're gonna have to 
have an encore real soon. My body won't stand it otherwise, darling." 

Celeste reached out and ran her fingers softly through her lover's hair. He 
looked up at her contentedly and smiled Yes, Steve Manners realized that he 
was a lucky man indeed to have somebody like Celeste always eager to screw 
with him. Maybe in some respects he was actually better off not having 
married her. Now he was free in his spare time to pursue other women. His 
time, other than that which Celeste put a hold on, was completely his own. 
He could never forget the magnificent brunette who had done him such a good 
turn, and as long as he had one drop of burning sexual urge left in him, he 
would see to it that she was fully satisfied. 

"It's been a great night," he said, rising slowly to his feet. "You've never 
been hornier, Celeste. It was so easy for me to get turned on in a big way 
what with you coming on the way that you were." 

"It was absolutely simple around you, darling," Celeste told him. 

"I guess you'd better give me a call." 

"Yes, we'll work that way. You never know. Even though I expect my husband 
to be gone for the better part of two weeks, you know how Garson is. He 
could pop in practically any day." 

"Yes, I recognize that. Well, I hope we'll be getting together again soon." 

"Oh, we will. You know, my ass is burning a little, but I don't give a damn. 
It was so great having your jarring cock slip up between my buns." 

"Mighty pretty buns they are, too," he said, smiling as he gave her firm, 
ripe buttocks a quick passionate squeeze. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Even though Steve Manners had one late morning appointment scheduled for the 
following day, he saw fit to cancel it. 

He wanted to have the entire morning just to sleep and rest, acclimating 
himself gradually to his work responsibilities after having had two wild sex 
sessions the preceding day. That afternoon he had an appointment with Norma 
Crosby, the wife of a prominent Beverly Hills physician. Even though he had 
nothing going in a romantic vein with lovely, blonde-haired Mrs. Crosby, he 
recognized that she definitely was a prestige customer to say the least. Her 
husband served on the medical staffs of several leading local universities 
and, in addition, was considered a highly prominent local social figure. 

That morning and into the early afternoon, Steve Manners had a leisurely 
breakfast, then took the elevator down to the pool, where he enjoyed an 
invigorating swim. Just gliding his body along the comforting waters of the 
heated pool made him feel much better. 

After he climbed out of the swimming pool he walked into the sauna room, 
which, he was happy to observe, was completely empty. At that time of the 
day there was a much greater-likelihood that he could obtain badly needed 
solitude. For one thing, now that he had become a prominent figure in his 
own right, a number of the men who lived in the posh apartment house, both 
married and single alike, were doing their utmost to get him to introduce 
them to some of the beautiful women who had their hair styled at his salon. 
Steve was not about to get into the highly provocative and controversial 
realm of making introductions, particularly when it came to the married men. 
He would always put them off with some kind of quick excuse that he would 
fathom in his mind. But now there was no one in the sauna room and he could 
close his eyes and let his pores open up. 

After he had worked up a considerable sweat, Steve then went back to his 
apartment. He took a soothing shower, then decided that he would treat 
himself to lunch at the Polo Lounge in the Beverly Hills Hotel. He greeted 
several of the celebrities whom he recognized as he was escorted to a table. 
He indulged in the famous Neil McCarthy salad, then topped off his meal with 
a glass of wine and some coconut mousse. 

He then climbed into his Jaguar and drove directly to his salon. Steve began 
thinking about Norma Crosby. She was a woman who appeared to be in either 
her late twenties or early thirties, probably a good fifteen years younger 
than her exceptionally prominent husband. Up until then she had been 
friendly but rather distant, as if perhaps Steve's reputation turned her off 
rather than on. That was something unique in and of itself since with most 
of the women the reputation worked in reverse. They wanted to test this 
handsome, ballsy stud who reputedly could wield his cock as effectively as 
he could style a woman's hair. 

Norma looked stunning in a beige suit, which showed off her trim, firmly 
seductive figure to good advantage. She looked at him several times with her 
soft gray eyes, then turned her head away. 

"So how's everything been with you, Norma?" he asked. 

"Just fine, Steve." 

"How's your husband?" 

"Oh, busy as always. You know how it is when a doctor has a thriving 
practice. Or I guess you've at least heard." 

"Yes, yes, I'm well aware of how busy a person can get," he laughed. "I know 
that I've got a pretty tight schedule myself." 

"I suppose you do. Well, you do a very good job of styling hair. I must say 
that you've really brought mine to life." 

"I had plenty to work with in the first place," he grinned. 

"Oh, I don't know. My hair has always been a little too fine. Not that 
manageable. At least that's the way I've always found it." 

"You're being entirely too modest," Steve replied. "Your hair has plenty of 
body. As a matter-of-fact, it has a fantastic radiance about it. It just 
glistens in the light. I noticed that just a few minutes ago. When you 
stepped in the door." 

"Do you really think so?" her eyes beamed. 

"Yes, I definitely do. You're a very stunning woman, Norma. Your husband can 
feel very proud of you. You're just the kind of woman that a prominent man 
like Doctor Crosby should be taking to the major social functions in 
Southern California." 

"Oh, thank you. It's just that sometimes. Well, I guess I shouldn't 
complain." 

"What is it you were about to say?" he asked her curiously. 

"You can have too much of a good thing. I've gotten kind of tired out lately 
from all the receptions. Frankly, I don't know how David can withstand the 
pace. It's very grueling. He has this prominent social life at night and 
also his responsibilities during the day. He needs a vacation. That's what I 
keep telling him. He say that pretty soon we'll be going to Bermuda, but I 
certainly am not going to start packing yet." 

"I agree with you. The doctor should kind of slow down." 

"And while he's slowing down," she said tightly, "there's the problem that 
I've got. I mean, I've got to find a certain number of things to keep me 
going. I mean, apart from going to this endless string of parties, 
receptions, charity dinners and the like. Oh, I guess it sounds silly 
complaining about something like this. Most women, I realize, would give 
their right arms to be married to an extremely wealthy man, to have a 
beautiful two-story home on Rexford Drive with an Olympic-sized swimming 
pool. Well, I've got all of these things and here I am complaining. Shame on 
me." 

She turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Norma reached up 
and ran her fingers gently and soothingly through her hair. 

"You've done another fine job," she said. "Let me commend you." 

"Oh, thank you very much," he said. 

He turned and walked away from Norma Crosby. Steve Manners recognized that 
his cock was dangling in his trousers. If there was one thing he did not 
want Norma Crosby to see at that moment, it was himself sporting a huge 
erection. He thought that at the very least it would jolt her, if not scare 
the daylights out of her and perhaps make her retreat quickly out of his 
salon. He felt frustrated, enormously frustrated, and couldn't help but 
silently reprimand himself for feeling that way. Here he had engaged in wild 
and turbulent sex with two of the most desirable women around less than 
twenty-four hours before. That certainly should have been enough to satisfy 
any man, himself included, but here was the sweet, vulnerable Norma Crosby, 
and she had a certain pathetic, waif-like tone in her voice as she explained 
the dilemma that confronted her at the moment with her prominent husband. 

"You must keep a stiff upper lip, Norma, that's all," Steve finally said. 

"Yes, I guess so," she sighed. "It's just that. Well, even with all these 
clubs I belong to and playing tennis with girl friends during the day. I get 
the feeling. It's strange, but I get to feeling lonely." 

"That can happen," Steve said. "It can happen to any of us. And I guess you 
know something else, too." 

"What?" she looked at him quizzically. 

His stomach tensed. Steve Manners realized that he was flirting with 
potential disaster. This beautiful blonde could blow up and sprint out of 
his salon, cursing and blaspheming his name throughout Beverly Hills. It was 
one thing to make plays for some of the married women who either had 
understandings with their husbands, or whose spouses at least saw fit to 
look the other way when they suspected that they might be involved in sex 
with another man, but this was something different. He had the feeling that 
Norma Crosby was not the kind of woman who was about to engage in a number 
of extra-marital affairs. As a matter-of-fact, he speculated that it was 
entirely possible that she had never had sex with anyone other than her 
husband subsequent to their marriage. That made her even more of an imposing 
challenge, and as such here he was, getting ready to stick his chin out, to 
take a big chance. 

"You know, there are scores of men who are attracted to you," he said, his 
voice becoming raspy. "I'll tell you something else, too." 

"Yes, go ahead," she declared curiously. 

"I'm one of them." 

"I thought something like that was going to happen," her lips tightened 
dramatically. 

"You're a beautiful woman. Absolutely stunning. You know, I could make you 
feel much more relaxed. Make you happy. And nobody else would have to even 
know about it, certainly not your husband." 

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you'd say something like this," she 
eyed him with obvious concern. "You do have an unsavory reputation for this 
type of thing." 

"I know, but I've got to say one thing in my own behalf." 

"What's that?" 

"I've never bored anyone and never had anybody complain. I wonder how many 
men can say they've never had a woman complain about their performance. I 
mean, men who've had sex with as many appealing women as I have. Women who 
make high demands on their men." 

"I'm not here to listen to testimonials, Steve. 

Maybe I'd better leave," she said nervously, jumping up from her chair. 

"Don't get the wrong idea, honey," Steve took her by the hands, squeezing 
them. "I just want you to know I'm available. As a matter-of-fact, I'm 
available right now. We could go over to my place, have ourselves a little 
fun, loosen up, and nobody would ever know the difference." 

"You can be quite a cad, you know." 

"Of course I can. But I also wield a nifty cock and I'm very good at putting 
women who are down in the dumps back into the pink." 

"You're confident, I'll say that for damn sure." 

"Confident about two things. I'm confident about my abilities as a hair 
stylist and as a cocksman. These are about the only two things that I've 
ever excelled in." 

"Undoubtedly the only two things you'd ever want to excell in." 

"That's right. You're absolutely right." 

He released his fingers from her hands, then let them slide slowly over the 
smoothness of her ivory skin. His fingers glided through her hair, and as 
they did he pushed his lips forward and let them plunge with solid 
conviction against hers. At first she resisted, trying to move away, but his 
powerful arms encircled her and soon she was kissing back, against her own 
wishes, but none the less succumbing to the power and force of his fervent 
lips. 

Steve released his lips from hers, then looked at her with a radiant smile. 

"Could you spend a little time with me?" he asked. 

"But don't you have your schedule?" 

"I'll just juggle my appointment schedule around a little," he smiled. 
"Hell, I've just got two more gals coming in this afternoon anyway, and I 
can set them back until tomorrow. They won't mind." 

"You'd better do it fast before I come to my senses and say no," Norma 
Crosby told him. 

"As quick as I can," he winked. 

A few minutes later they were locked in a wild embrace on Steve's bed. He 
had calmed the still-fearful blonde beauty down by giving her a stiff shot 
of Scotch, after which they had adjourned to the darkened bedroom, where 
they had quietly stripped for action. 

His lips pushed forward, gliding back and forth, working time and again 
against her lips. He eventually slid his scorching, assertive tongue inside 
her mouth. With snake-like efficiency it pistoned back and forth, moving 
sharply against her tongue, and miraculously he felt her body loosen up. 
Eventually he released his tongue from her mouth and now Norma Crosby was 
behaving like a different woman. It had taken a certain amount of 
preliminary activity to get her to this point, but now she was ready, alive 
with sensual desire. 

"You're some kind of woman," he gulped. 

"Oh, darling, I do need this," she nodded. "I can tell. I need it 
desperately." 

"That's what I was trying to tell you." 

He slid his tongue forward once more, again permitting it to glide with 
captivating glee as their wetness merged. Back and forth their tongues 
pistoned with hungry, salacious desire. 

Steve stared down at the ripeness of her firm breasts after releasing his 
tongue from her mouth. They looked like two huge tent poles that were facing 
him as he observed their conical ripeness. He shoved his hands forward and 
let his arms wrap firmly around her as once more their tongues plunged 
simultaneously forward. His heart pounded with thunderous, throbbing desire 
as his sweeping tongue strokes spiritedly matched those of his beautiful 
lover. 

When he finally withdrew his tongue from her mouth, Steve glided the naked 
blonde beauty downward into his bed. His fingers reached down and creased 
the warmth of her ass cheeks. He gripped her tightly, as if he was afraid to 
let go. 

"Ohhh, you like my butt," she chuckled girlishly. "You're so cute, Steve. I 
can see why all these girls like you." 

"Let's forget all about them," Steve replied. "Right now it's just the two 
of us. Yes, you've got a gorgeous ass. You've got a gorgeous body. Ohhh, 
damned, it's so ripe for fucking." 

Steve released his fingers from her firm, fleshy ass cheeks. They moved 
smoothly against the warmth of Norma Crosby's undulating breasts. He planted 
his fingers for several long seconds against her resolute tits, then shoved 
his sweeping tongue down against her left breast. With alternating strokes 
he would grind his pulsating tongue against her breast and nipple, moving 
from left to right in a rapid, soaring crescendo of surging activity. His 
tingly tongue moved with tremendous grace and desire. After a few more 
twisting sensations had been enjoyed against her breast, he then ground his 
tongue against her pebble-hard nipples. The faster that his tongue came into 
contact with the taut surface, the harder he realized it would be to hold 
back the onrushing flood tide of steaming white cream that would inevitably 
engulf him and have to shoot from the end of his enraged cock. That was the 
way it often was whenever he was fucking an appealing woman for the first 
time. His inflamed desires would almost totally overwhelm him. That's the 
way that it was with the beautiful, shapely Norma Crosby, whose supple ivory 
skin drove him into a wild frenzy of lust. 

As he pulled his tongue from her breasts, Steve Manners reached down and 
started to tug at Norma's thighs. He parted her legs and let out a loud, 
sensuous gasp. 

"Honey, get ready," he grunted. 

"Ohhh, darling, I want it, I really want it." 

"You're gonna have it, honey. Oh, yes, you're gonna get it. My prick has 
never been more ready. As a matter-of-fact, the only problem was just 
holding back so that I didn't shoot it all off right away." 

The scintillating blonde was becoming more uninhibited by the moment. At 
first the restraints of her marriage and relatively conventional life had 
served as a restraining influence, but now here she was, every bit as 
excited as was her lover. Her fingers reached out and instinctively began to 
tug at the tip of Steve Manners's hard, salacious cock. Up and down her 
fingers moved with sturdy precision, and as she let her fingers scrape 
against the warmth of his rubbery skin, Steve heaved loud gasps as beads of 
sweat began to form on his forehead. 

"Nice, really nice," he nodded. 

While her fingers continued to stroke against the warmth of his hard, 
steaming cock, Steve permitted his fingers to work up and down the creamy 
thighs of the impassioned blonde while she whimpered and sighed, preparing 
to be speared and engulfed by his hard, enormous phallic lance. 

Her fingers projected 'against the skewering thickness of his magnificent 
cock for a few more strokes. When she finally dropped her hands to her 
sides, Steve knew that the inevitable moment had arrived. His heart pounded 
with thundering zeal as his surging penis prepared to go to work inside the 
scorching tightness of her dampened pussy channel. 

The shapely blonde's milky white thighs twisted in animalish frenzy as she 
tilted her body upward, giving Steve Manners a perfect view of her tightly 
elastic cuntal opening. The scent of her bewitching femaleness brought a 
heady dizziness to his being as his eyes devoured her enticing pink gash. 

"You're all woman," he told her. 

"Oh, darling, I need it, I need it," she passionately declared. "I never 
realized how just how badly I needed it. Oh, but I do, I really do." 

"I know it," he nodded. 

While his heart continued to pulsate with savage rage, Steve looked down at 
the beautiful panting woman who lay on her back, her smooth, alabaster 
thighs extended, awaiting his initial piston-like thrust. 

To entice her lover even more, the panting beauty reached down with her 
right hand and daintily slid her fingers along the furrow of her already 
throbbing vagina. She toyed with her pussy lips, then removed her dampened 
fingers from her hot, savory slit. 

"Ohhh, that's all I needed to see," he loudly exclaimed. "I'm gonna do it 
now. I'm gonna slam my prick inside you. Ohhh, am I ever gonna fuck you." 

Breathlessly Norma Crosby's hips began to twist as she propelled her body 
stirringly forward, begging the handsome hair stylist to grind his flaming 
phallic tool deep inside of her. 

He looked down at her beautiful face, which was contorted in the twisting 
throes of a rapidly generating passion. Her long, superbly tapered legs 
wrapped around his powerful body, beginning to undulate slowly as he 
propelled his sturdy cock forward. 

She heaved a deep sigh, wrapping her legs more securely than ever around her 
lover's body as he drove his sturdy piston into her, letting it slide with 
grinding zeal as it stabbed and pounded pulsatingly inside the wet warmth of 
her throbbing, tightly clasping vagina. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE IN MEEEEEE," she loudly declared. 

"You're damned right I am. Ohhh, what a tight cunt you've got. Honey, ooohh, 
keep wiggling your butt. Wiggle it frantically. I love it, ooohhh, how I 
love it." 

"OOOHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, SEND IT INSIDE MEEEEE," she sighed with smoldering 
desire. 

Norma lay there flat on her back, panting and seething as she continued to 
feel the hugely expanding cock of her handsomely pursuing lover teasing in 
and out of her in an ever-quickening rhythm, her cuntal walls slowly 
expanding in her vagina's raging desire to accept all of him, to receive the 
firmly thudding strokes of his hard, steady prick until the juices 
eventually exploded from the rubbery tip of his steely shaft. She began to 
feel the tickling hairs of his bloated balls slapping against the smooth 
crevice of her ripe ass cheeks as he lowered himself dramatically into her. 

Relentlessly Steve kept on pursuing her. The beautiful Norma Crosby, her own 
heart pounding with pulsating, frenzied desire, recognized that this was a 
truly monumental experience. It had been so long since she had received a 
beautiful and satisfying screw from her husband, and, as a matter-of-fact, 
she realized that she had practically forgotten what it was like to just let 
oneself go in the raptures of wild and enthusiastic sex. 

Tingling sensations of aroused desire coursed quickly through the blonde's 
veins, instigating new, salacious chills that started to run up and down her 
spine as she felt the surging tempo of Steve's proud, thick cock skewering 
moistly into her upturned loins. 

Her naked body started to twitch and writhe under him as he kept up his 
skewering attack, slashing and stinging with his vicious, sturdy, unimpeded 
cock. Norma heard the mewling sounds tumbling from her own lips, little 
incessant noises of passion that bubbled incoherently from her sensually 
parted mouth. She heard her hot breath emanating from her as she kept on 
receiving the quick, sensation-laden stabs that he sent inside of her 
deliriously spasming body. 

Norma looked up at Steve's handsome, determined face, which was reddening 
even more than before as a result of his determined, unflagging sexual 
activities. Suddenly she thrust her tongue up into his mouth, drawing back 
her legs slightly, her warmly seductive ass sliding provocatively against 
the crisp bed sheets beneath her as her seething pussy contracted and the 
bliss-building sensations increased tumultuously with his every determined 
stroke. 

As Steve Manners felt Norma's urgently answering throbs around the fully 
pulsing length of his deeply imbedded shaft, which pounded relentlessly 
inside of her, he felt inflamed with an even greater sense of desire and 
commitment in terms of seeing that this beautiful, sex-hungry woman received 
the fuck that she needed. It bothered him that apparently she had not been 
getting enough at home, and so he was intent upon satisfying her to the 
ultimate in the form of his hard, slashing penis thrusts. 

Norma's moistly clasping, wet cuntal flesh had begun a vibrant opening and 
closing action as it clutched relentlessly at his hard, stirring, 
blood-engorged member. Her pleasurable whining and purring sounds suddenly 
filled the air as her head rolled from side to side on the bed, her blonde 
hair fluttering, her hips beginning a slow, snake-like obscene rotation 
around her lover's sharply imbedding cock as it sank ever deeper into her 
quivering belly. Steve clenched his teeth tightly, sensing her nibbling 
vagina screwing itself up closer against his craving loins. 

"OOOHH, I NEED IT, I NEED IT, I NEED IIIITTTT," she purred. 

All the while Norma kept on thrusting her salacious, hungry pussy lewdly up 
against the intruding cock of her rampaging lover, who kept on pumping and 
surging it into her with every bit of flaming desire that he could muster. 

Unashamedly and aggressively, Norma Crosby kept on accepting his massive 
ramrod inside her clasping vagina with relentless abandon and total ecstasy. 

Their lewdly undulating, sweat-dampened bodies continued to throb and mesh 
against one another as Steve Manners's blood-swollen tool slid easily in and 
out of his lusty partner's well-lubricated cunt as he listened to the 
increasingly heavy breathing emanating from her. 

"OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP, DARLING, OOOHHH, FUCK MEEEE," she loudly exclaimed. 
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FFFUUUUUCK, FFUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEE." 

Her eyes dramatically widened as she felt an abrupt new wave of sensual 
entrancement saturating her whole tingling body. 

A maddening electric-like prickle started in the dark sanctuary of her 
burning womb, spreading relentlessly all over the raw nerve ends of her 
satiny smooth flesh. She felt titillated, wildly titillated, and each and 
every swift, hammering cock thrust that her horny lover sent inside her 
brought a new awakening of her raw, feminine sensuality. She knew that a 
mass of exquisite moisture was enticingly covering the entire area of her 
nakedly exposed vagina. 

The stunning blonde rotated her hips voluptuously, working them excitedly 
from side to side around Steve's pulsating, throbbing man meat. She sensed 
the complete dilation of her cunt as it sucked in dramatic cadence to his 
swollen cock's rhythmic intrusions as they pushed themselves to the heights, 
propelling their bodies that much nearer to a wild and explosive climax. 

Steve made himself immobile, resting above his beautiful lover with his 
strong arms placed on either side of her shoulders, letting her trembling, 
impassioned body thump up and down at will against the rigid man meat of his 
solidly throbbing, tumid flesh that fused them into a oneness of soul and 
body as he kept on blasting away, slashing with his stinging cock in a 
riptide of salacious ecstasy and energy. 

"OOOHHH, KEEP MOVING YOUR HOT BUTT," Steve called out excitedly. "OOOHHH, IT 
TURNS ME ON. OOOHHH, DOES IT TURN ME ON LOOKING AT THAT BEAUTIFUL, FANTASTIC 
ASS. OOOHHH, WHAT A GORGEOUS ASS, OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA TOUCH IT, OOOHHH, IT'S 
BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUUUUULLL." 

To prove just how infatuated he was with his lover's firm, ripe ass flesh, 
Steve reached down and started to grind his fingers sturdily against her 
blazing buttocks flesh. The tighter he squeezed, the better he enjoyed the 
reckless manner in which he was conducting himself. 

As he kept on pressing and twisting with his fingers, letting them plunge 
and dance firmly against his lover's shapely, twisting, satiny buttocks, her 
moist, tightly grasping cunt slid up and down against the thickness of his 
incessantly rampaging cock. The pink, moist ridges of her inner flesh pulled 
out and clung to his steaming pecker as she kept screwing her luscious 
buttocks up and down against the bed sheets beneath her, making loud gasping 
sounds as she thoroughly enjoyed everything that was happening to her. 

The salacious mouth up between her lewdly extended thighs absorbed the soft 
folds back into her when it swallowed the glistening length of his 
lust-engorged penis on the slow, tantalizing upstroke, and together their 
rapid-fire, volcanic sex activity reached even new heights. 

The now-unmoving Steve watched his impassioned lover's voluptuously naked 
body increase its eager gyrations and up-and-down motions with the passing 
of each second. The urgency of her fervent thrusts against him grew more 
pronounced as she gritted her teeth with desire and kept on straining toward 
that elusive orgasm that would mean so much to her, that would inflame her 
inner being. 

Steve Manners felt the grip of Norma Crosby's cuntal moisture coating her 
hungrily sucking pussy and heard the lewd, wet sounds of her in-and-out 
fucking movements as she thrust greedily up against his devastating, 
rampaging organ, taking it deep inside her, her back elevating itself ever 
higher to arch her cock-starved cunt tightly against him. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT UUUUUPP," she grunted, continuing to fling her 
satiny, sweat-stained ass cheeks back and forth. 

Steve could feel the burning anxiety in his loins, particularly the 
titillating itchiness in his cock and balls, which convinced him more than 
ever that he was on the verge of a wild and enthusiastic climax. He gritted 
his teeth as he began to feel the tense, exhilarating sensations that 
continued to multiply in his cock and balls. His steaming testicles expanded 
dramatically and he could feel quivering waves of pleasure-pain building up 
inside of them. He was ready to explode with the brain-warping desire that 
she had peaked within him. 

He reached back to grasp her ankles and raise them slowly up and over his 
shoulder, eliciting a tiny wail of passion from her as he rolled her into a 
helpless ball of obscenely positioned sensuality beneath him. 

Blinded with his own maddening desire, Steve drew his deeply buried penis 
from her slippery pink pussy until only its huge bulbous tip was 
penetrating. He then plunged forward with every ounce of savage conviction 
and strength within him, fucking the full, aching length of it fiercely into 
her defenselessly exposed vagina. 

"OOOHHH, DARLING, YOU'RE DOMINATING ME, OOOHH, YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A 
WOMAN, OOOHHH, YOU'RE FULFILLING MEEEE," she sighed excitedly as Steve's 
stiff, determined prick kept on racing up into her and she felt the damp 
smack of his pelvis battering against her nakedly upraised cunt. 

The sexually stampeding Steve's strong, heavy body kept dropping down onto 
her with jarring force, crushing her full, aching breasts beneath her knees 
and against her chest as the soaring crescendo of dramatic sexual activity 
continued. 

His thickly swollen cock plunged into her receptive cunt like a seething 
battering ram, pushing her unresisting folds of desire-moistened flesh again 
and again in wild, rippling waves of combustible sexual energy before its 
smooth, rubbery head. 

Norma Crosby realized that it was just impossible to get too much of Steve's 
exciting cock, which was dominating her to the hilt through its quick, 
forceful projections. She loved the way that he kept on sharply driving with 
his hot, stinging pole, which kept blasting forth in lusty sallies inside 
the tightness of her moist, pink vaginal flanges. 

Gradually Steve kept enhancing his pace, projecting even harder strokes 
against her seething receptacle while its moistly quivering folds clasped 
desperately around the thick, fleshy shaft which slithered up frantically to 
devour its length to the hilt. 

His heavy, sperm-bloated testicles slapped enticingly into the dampness 
between her ripe, aroused ass cheeks. Norma moaned loudly as he completely 
filled her cock-split pussy hole while beginning a deep-thrusting grind into 
her thirstily palpitating cunt. She sensed her head tossing wildly, her hair 
floating in violent disarray all over her face, her mouth gasping and 
chanting unintelligibly in her maddening sensual entrancement. 

The thrashing tempo steadily increased as Norma continued her grinding 
thrusts. She recognized more than ever that it was impossible to get enough 
in the way of sexual thrills from this bull-like stud who kept on pantingly 
taking control. She was determined to milk every droplet of seething phallic 
liquid from the end of his hard, torrid cock. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, AAAHHH, I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYBODY WANT IT MORE," he panted. 

"YES, OOOHHH, I'M YOUR BITCH IN 

HEAT," she nodded. "COME ON, OOOHHH, SCREW ME, BABY. FUCK ME HARDER. OOOHHH, 
YES, GRIND YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I WANT IT, OHHHH, 
AAAHHH, I REALLY WANT IIIIIIITTT." 

She relentlessly pleaded in a voice shrill with passionate emotion, her 
hands clawing at his hard-driving ass, pulling him in a wild frenzy even 
deeper into her wide-spread crotch as her hips and buttocks kept working 
overtime, grinding back and forth in a state of wild animal agitation. 

Steve's thickly burgeoning prick fucked her without mercy, making the cords 
in her throat and neck tighten in an unmistakable signal. She could think of 
nothing other than the enormous orgasm that was rising with hellish fury 
inside her. 

Her legs on either side of his plunging loins were twisting in lewd 
depravity, their warm, soft, white strength clamping him tightly, then 
releasing as she pulled her knees back against the tips of her swollen 
breasts, wiggling and thrusting her wet crotch and buttocks up to him, 
moaning and gasping continuously. 

He loved listening to the sounds of her wailing voice in delirious 
enchantment, recognizing that she was hopelessly impaled on his marvelous, 
rock-hard cock, which kept on fucking her seething vagina with gritty 
determination. 

By then Steve Manners had almost blown his mind. He knew that the volcanic 
spurting droplets of his thick, white jissum had to resoundingly splash from 
the end of his rampaging man meat. On the other hand, he hated to see it 
happen. If ever he had experienced a perfect fuck, this had to be it, and 
recognition of that fact made him more than a little fearful about seeing 
the whole thing come to an end. Even though the two desirable women he had 
earlier screwed, Celeste and Gloria, were every bit as good at the 
mechanics, what separated this act from his sexual activities with those two 
women was that Norma appeared to be in a much greater state of acute need. 
She was unleashing the suppressed, frustrated hungers that had tormented her 
for a long time, and it made him feel good to know that he was the releasing 
agent through which she was able to rid herself of these frustrations. 

He gasped downward to where his lust-swollen rod was slipping smoothly in 
and out her crazily spasming cunt. Steve concentrated on the feel of her 
soft, hair-lined folds clasping and clinging to his furiously all-consuming 
penis, which thrust with steady jackhammer force up into the ripeness of her 
hot, wet mound. 

Steve increased the tempo of his screwing and deepened his efforts as he 
writhed and sighed, watching his beautiful lover grind up and down against 
his dominating stem with unbelievable fury. Her legs kept on jerking, her 
toes curling as she lurched her trembling thighs wide and upward. 

With great satisfaction, he watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his 
brutal pummeling. Steve observed her tiny pink nipples expanding before his 
eyes as she tossed her head madly from side to side, seeking to satisfy 
every burning urge within her. All of a sudden, without warning, the 
beautiful blonde convulsed harder and harder under him with the explosion of 
her unmitigated passion. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, GET REAAAADY," she announced loudly. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, 
OHHHH, MY PUSSY JUICES, OOOHH, I'VE GOTTA SHOOT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, I 
LOVE IIITTT, LOVE IIITTT, LOVE IIIIIIIITTT." 

As she heaved her loud, lusty chant, Norma Crosby threw her head back as her 
silken blonc locks spread themselves in violent disarray around her entire 
face. She twisted and writhed beneath her dominating lover, spurring him 
ever onward to force her legs farther back over her head as he fucked her 
like a madman, feeling a tremendous sense of accomplishment over the fact 
that he was responsible for giving her the chance to express herself. It 
might have taken a little while to bring her out, but the effort had proven 
highly worthwhile. 

Norma's head spun dizzily as she let out groan upon groan, her blazing 
cuntal emissions flowing steadily down the stretched quivering cheeks of her 
roundly straining buttocks. 

"OOOHH, OHHHH, KEEP ON FUCKING MEEEE, DRIVE YOUR PRICK, OOOHHH, FUCK 
MEEEEE," she called out. "COME ON, OOOHHH, SCREW MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, RAM IT 
INTO MEEEE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, RAM ME HARD, HARD." 

She felt her lover tense and jerk his body. Steve reached down and let his 
strong, sturdy fingers pinch against the ripeness of her writhing buttocks. 
As she felt the rippling sensations of pain in her ass cheeks, she knew what 
was set to imminently follow. She was well aware of the fact that his 
cannonading juices would soon be exploding from the rubbery tip of his 
determined, electrified shaft. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HERE I CUUUUUUUUMMM," he grunted. 

Her sparkling eyes opened wider than ever as she greeted the hot jets of his 
streaming ropes of salty sperm with great satisfaction. The hot, white 
jissum kept shooting explosively into the hungry sanctuary of her waiting 
womb. Her head swam drunkenly with licentious bliss as the torrid, powerful 
squirts splattered wildly inside of her, filling her to the bursting point 
with their warm, sticky wetness. The dampened walls of her spasming vagina 
clasped and unclasped feverishly, milking his jerking organ like a sucking, 
starving mouth. 

After that Norma Crosby's radiant body seemed drained of everything as her 
limbs collapsed on the bed and her lover released his grip on her legs. 
Steve Manners watched her with great admiration as she lay spread-eagled and 
spent, gasping loudly as she sought to catch her breath. 

He reached down and affectionately ran his fingers through her silken 
strands of blonde hair, continuing to stare at Norma with admiration. 

"I guess we really set off our own fireworks display today," he laughed. 

"I know, and it's a little early," she smiled. "Imagine. We're only in the 
middle of May." 

"Around you, my dear, I guess every day is the Fourth of July." 

"You know, I think that's about the sweetest thing anybody ever said to me," 
Norma giggled girlishly. "It really makes me sound like a sexual 
firecracker." 

"That's exactly what you are," he nodded. 

"Oh, darling. Hold me." 

"With great pleasure." 

He wrapped his arms around her satiny smooth skin and delivered a long, 
piercing kiss to her lips. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Norma Crosby remained in a delirious state of drunken sexual delight. 

After lying on her back for several moments, catching her breath, all she 
could think about was returning to action and engaging in some more wild and 
devastating sexual activity with her handsome lover. She was like a happy 
kid all excited with a new toy. Her sexuality had been awakened and she 
wanted to fulfill herself in the best possible manner. 

Her fingers pushed forward, settling against her lover's hairy balls. 
Norma's fingers twitched with hypnotic grace, sliding against the crinkled 
flesh. 

Norma's eyes sparkled as she noticed just how quickly her efforts were 
bearing fruit. All it took were a few well-timed strokes and Steve was 
already beginning to regain his former life. Her fingers moved upward, 
gripping tightly against the base of his formerly rigid joy stick, which she 
was confident that she could snap back up to the same level of attention 
that it had occupied before. 

"Ohhh, you really know how to turn a guy on," he smiled eagerly. "Honey, 
keep moving your fingers. Move them real nice. Ohhh, aaahhh, I love it." 

"I'm gonna play with that fantastic prick until I get it right back up 
there," she stared into her smiling lover's eyes. 

As Norma's fingers continued to crisply slide against his 
ever-steadily-burgeoning cock, Steve reached out with both hands and let his 
fingers ride with rhapsodic zest against the warmth of her firm, fleshy 
white breasts. He loved clutching them, allowing his fingers plenty of room 
to twist and roam against their curvaceous surface. Every time that he 
touched her firm, conical breasts, her fingers proceeded that much more 
quickly as they ground up and down the length of his .ever-expanding, 
blood-engorged member. 

"OOOHHH, NOW YOU'RE ON FIRE," he nodded. "OOOHHH, THOSE FINGER MOVEMENTS. 
OHHH, DARLING, AAAHHH, YOU'RE SO GOOOOOODDD. OOOHHH, YOUR FINGERS ARE SO 
GOOOOOOODDD." 

By then her steady fingers were moving up and down the full length of his 
hot, steam-ridden penis. Eventually she slid her body upward until she was 
propped on her knees. 

Sensing what was happening, an ever-zealous Steve Manners stretched out on 
his back, extending his tree-trunk, sinewy legs and letting his buttocks 
undulate with rampaging desire. He could see that this frantic young woman 
was eager to experiment in every conceivable way and he was ready for it. 

"OOOHHH, PUT THAT BEAUTIFUL TONGUE TO WORK," he gasped. "COME ON, OOOHHH, I 
WANT TO FEEL THOSE MOVEMENTS. YOUR TONGUE CAN DO IT. COME ON, OHHH, PUT IT 
TO WORK." 

She listened to the heavy sounds of his breathing, recognizing that Steve 
was ready to extend himself to the fullest. He moved his propelling fingers 
forward, letting them crisply clutch hold of her hair. The tighter that 
Steve squeezed with his fingers, the greater the degree of dominance that he 
felt. 

The stunning blonde responded nicely to his clutching sensation, happy to 
acknowledge that Steve was in charge. By running his fingers through her 
hair the stunning Norma was provided with that much more impetus as she 
pushed her tongue against the tingly tip of her lover's rubbery cock. She 
tickled him a few times, pushing the edge of her tongue against the edge of 
his cock, then swiftly withdrawing it. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE TEASING ME," he laughed, tightening the grip with 
which his fingers clutched her hair. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP. YES, KEEP 
IT GOING. OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE, OHHHH, MOVE IT AGAINST MY PRICK. OOOHHH, GET 
ME OFFFFFF, OOOHHH, GET ME OOOOOFFFFF." 

As his legs continued to tremble, her tongue started to work against the 
firm, rigid base of his long, throbbing penis. The quicker that Norma's 
tongue plunged against the sturdiness of his hard, solid staff, the more 
reckless she began to feel, overcome with the swelling desire of tasting his 
hot, fiery liquid, the same prolific white penis fluid that had exploded 
earlier into the seething cauldron of her pussy. 

Yes, she had felt him once, felt his cannonading sperm explode inside of her 
juicy, salacious cunt, and now she was determined to swallow every drop of 
his orgasmic fluid as it sprayed inside the wet warmth of her oral chasm. 

Removing his fingers from her hair, Steve reached out and began sliding his 
fingers up and down her satiny smooth back. They twisted sharply against the 
small of her back several times as her tongue exploded against his hard, 
electrified member. 

Up and down she kept pumping, her blonde hair flailing about in the breeze. 
All the while his fingers worked up and down her back as he heaved a series 
of deep, desperate sighs. Letting her know just how closely he had already 
drawn to the tempestuous moment when the fiery fluids would have to be 
relentlessly released from the end of his shock-filled shaft. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP UP THE SUCKING, OOOHHH, SUUUUUCK, SUUUUCK," he called 
out. "COME ON, OOOHHH, PLAY WITH MY BALLS, OOOHHH, MOVE YOUR FINGERS OVER MY 
BALLS WHILE YOU'RE SUCKING ME. OOOHH, COME ON, OHHHH, LET'S REALLY DO IT. 
OOOHHH, MOVE YOUR FINGERS. SLIDE THEM REAL FAST. OOOHHH, DARLING, OHHH, GET 
ME OFF. WHAT A WOMAN YOU ARE. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. OOOHHH, WHAT A TREMENDOUS 
FUUUUUCK." 

Quickly responding to his urgings, the sensually attentive blonde reached 
down with her long, slender fingers, letting them glide against his swollen 
scrotum in the same manner that they had before. The one basic difference 
that she noticed, however, was how dramatically his tight balls had 
ballooned since that point in time. Yes, she was convinced, the moment was 
looming ever closer at hand, that at which the fiery juices would have to be 
unleashed from the end of his hot, explosive organ. 

Dramatically Steve Manners's fingers clutched more tightly than before as 
her tongue explored the rigid dimensions of his tumid, rock-hard shaft, 
grinding assertively up and down the lengthy, ramrod. 

His hips jerked and propelled in hot spasms of ecstasy, and now she could 
taste just a few tiny droplets of pre-orgasmic fluid, which trickled from 
the end of his enormous, desire-saturated organ. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE GETTING TO ME, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING," he begged. 
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M SO CLOSE, OHHHH, SO CLOSE TO JUICING. OOOHHH, IT'S 
GOTTA EXPLODE. OOOHHH, IT'S ALL GONNA SPRAY OUT OF MY PRICK. DARLING, 
OOOHHH, GO AHEAD. YES, YES, YESSSS, OOOHHH, SUCK ME. COME ON, OOOHHH, GET 
EVERY BURNING DROP, OOOHHH, GET IT ALL. OOOHHH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT OUT OF ME. 
SUCK, SUCK, SUUUUCK." 

His sinewy buttocks twisted as he lay there gasping on the bed, his legs 
extended as his strong, rapier-like prick was about to explode inside the 
burning dimensions of her mouth. 

A few thrusting tongue strokes later, the juices could no longer be denied. 
In a rapid sea of hellish fury, the effervescent liquid began to deliriously 
shoot from the end of his stiff man meat. Steve's hips and ass cheeks 
swirled and twisted more rapidly than ever as he lay there gasping on the 
bed, watching as the sizzling droplets exploded profusely from the end of 
his long, desire-saturated spear. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'VE DONE IT, YOU'VE DONE IT, YOU'VE DONE IIIIIIITT," he 
gasped breathlessly. "OOOHHH, DAMN, OOOHHH, YOU GOT ME OFF AGAIN. 

OOOHHH, SWALLOW IIIIITT. OOOHHH, COME ON, OHHHH, EVERY DROP OF IT, OOOHHH, 
SUCK IT OUT OF MEEEE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SO NICE." 

His hands clasped tightly around his lover's neck. As he watched the 
splashing drops of his hot, gushing, white flood tide explode from the end 
of his burning spear, he received great satisfaction watching her tongue 
excitedly swallowing the escaping jets of thick, white, spurting semen. 

Back and forth the lovely, determined blonde maneuvered her lashing tongue, 
working with great rapidity from side to side as she took in every delicious 
droplet of his exploding liquid with ravenous excitement. Once more he 
twisted his legs, kicked back and forth, and shoved his burning body 
forward, eager to deposit every droplet of the rapidly exploding, volcanic 
juice inside of his lover's hot mouth. 

Ravenously she sought to suck every droplet of his burning, phallic liquid. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, GET IT ALL, OHHHH, SUCK ME, OOOHHH, SUCK IT ALL OUT OF 
MEEE," he grunted. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA DO IT TO MEEEEE." 

She listened to the loud, flouncing sounds of his body making steady contact 
with the bed. As the springs continued to jangle, she made loud suctioning 
sounds as she hungrily went after the last few droplets of his hot, 
exploding sperm, after which she then withdrew her mouth from his 
nowdeflated cock. 

Steve lay there in a panting state of dizziness for several moments. 
Eventually he came out of the hazy post-sexual morasse and stared into the 
passionate blonde's eyes with great affection. 

"That was great," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, there's no way it could 
have been any better." 

"I don't know whether I should be ashamed of myself or what," she shook her 
head. 

"Come on, honey. Let's not have any sexual post-mortems. We did what we 
wanted to do. I never saw a woman who needed it more. Yeah, I'm dealing with 
women who are telling me they're horny all the time, and they are, but with 
you. Oh, damned, you really did need it." 

"That's very true. I guess I didn't explain the full dimensions of the 
problem with my husband. I mean, he's just been so busy and I guess I've 
been sublimating my urges so long that I didn't realize just how badly I 
needed it until I just let myself go with you." 

"I'm glad you did." 

"I guess I should be very grateful that you talked me into it. If you hadn't 
made such a strong pitch I never would have gone to bed with you. I guess 
you know that." 

"Yeah, I know it. I guess it was a pretty good sales pitch, wasn't it?" he 
asked grinningly. 

"Well, it worked." 

They both laughed. 

"Could I fix you a drink, honey?" 

"No. I guess I'd better be going. You know, I'm still not sure I did the 
right thing. I feel all strange inside." 

"I had a hunch that maybe you'd had at least an affair or two outside of 
marriage, but I guess not." 

"No. Nothing since I got married." 

"So this is the first." 

"Yes. That's what makes me nervous about the whole thing." 

"Well, don't be. But don't go just fucking around with anybody, either. Not 
that you're about to. 

"No way." 

But I'll tell you something. I don't see anything wrong in us doing it 
again. How about it?" 

"I'll consider it," she smiled. 

"I'll say one thing. If you give me a chance regularly the word horny is 
gonna pass out of your vocabulary. I'm gonna just keep you too busy, too 
excited. Too turned on." 

"You know something. I believe you." 

"It's too bad you've gotta go. You know, I could get the old cock hard 
again." 

"I'll just bet that you could." 

Steve watched as Norma rose slowly from the bed, quickly putting on her 
clothes. He loved the shapely contours of her ripe body and was happy that 
he had been able to provide her with so much in the way of passionate 
enjoyment. He knew that it was also important to talk to her after the act, 
to bolster her confidence, to let her know that what she had done was not 
evil and that she could in no conceivable way be considered a bitch. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Whenever a new woman would become a customer of Steve Manners's, he 
considered it a big challenge to get to know her. 

In the case of Laura Wilcox, he was doubly confident to break down her 
veneer of calm resistance, if not indifference, and get her interested in 
himself. 

Laura was a demure, red-haired starlet who had come to him for styling some 
two months earlier. He had been told by the beautiful redhead that she'd 
been referred by Gloria La Rue. 

"Any friend of Gloria's is a friend of mine," he had winked. 

Instead of smiling, the girl turned her head away. In the intervening period 
she had said very little. It was hard for him to even get involved in 
conversation with the ravishing redhead. 

A busy Saturday was rapidly drawing to a close and Steve recognized that he 
had not even made plans for the evening. Of course, considering how hard he 
had been driving himself that entire week, both in bed and on the job, he 
realized that it might be nice to take a refreshing respite, have a quiet 
dinner in his apartment, then watch a little television or read, after which 
he could turn in. 

But as he continued to stare into the exquisite face of the brown-eyed young 
beauty, he decided that he would instead see what he could do as far as 
lining himself up a date for that night. He had played it all too cautiously 
up to then, he realized, and now it was time for an abrupt change of pace. 

"You've got such nice, shimmering hair," he told her. "It's a pleasure to 
work with." 

"Thank you," she replied. 

"So you're an actress, huh?" 

"That's right." 

"Getting much work?" 

"I've done a few feature roles on television shows," she shrugged, "but what 
I'm really looking for is a movie role. Not just a role, but a good one." 

"Yes, I can understand that. There are so many girls in this town who are 
just looking for that one big opportunity. Once that you get it it can turn 
everything around. I mean, whoever heard of the girls from Charlie's Angels 
before they made it? You can say the same thing for Lynda Carter on Wonder 
Woman. I mean, you're in a series, you get a good part in a choice film and 
everything can be turned around." 

"That's true." 

"So do you have anything in particular that you're shooting for?" 

"I just read for a part in a picture the other day. I'm hoping it'll pan 
out. I mean, it's a big budget film that's gonna be shot in Rome, New York, 
and here." 

"Sounds good. I hope it works out for you." 

"Thank you very much. I'm keeping my fingers crossed." 

"I'll do the same." 

"That's very kind of you." 

"Listen, Laura. I was just wondering. If you aren't doing anything tonight 
I'd like to take you to dinner. Have you eaten at Scandia's?" 

"A few times. It is very good." 

"How would you like to go?" 

"Well. I guess it would be all right," she said without any apparent 
enthusiasm. 

"Fine. How about giving me your address and I'll pick you up around seven. 
Would that be all right?" 

"That would be all right." 

She provided him with her address, an apartment building not far from Santa 
Monica Boulevard. 

"Yes, I know where that is," he nodded. "I live pretty close to there 
myself." 

They dined at Scandia that evening. Although Steve Manners tried to engage 
the ravishing young redhead in conversation, it was not easy. Instead she 
preferred just sitting quietly. 

As he parked the car in front of her apartment building, Steve was beginning 
to regret the fact that he had even asked the young woman out. This was one 
time, he was convinced, that he had a misfire. He was confident that she 
would not even so much as invite him into her apartment. It burned him up. 
If he had only instead decided on staying home then he would not have gotten 
all worked up, but now there he was, his cock dangling in his trousers, and 
there was no release in sight. 

As he walked her to her apartment, which was on the second floor of the 
three-story building, she looked at him and smiled impishly. 

"Would you care to come in?" 

"Yes. I guess I will," he said, completely surprised over the invitation. 

He stepped inside the neatly furnished apartment. Laura Wilcox stared at him 
for several moments, placing her hands on her hips. 

"Would you like a drink?" she asked him. 

"Oh, I don't know." 

"I'm really not in the mood for one," she smiled. "I guess it's just the 
thing to say." 

"How do you mean?" 

"What I mean is that I guess you're here to fuck, right? I mean, provided I 
give you the chance. Isn't that about what it boils down to?" 

"For such a quiet little girl, you're coming on awful strong all of a 
sudden," Steve gulped. "Pardon me for being surprised. Yeah, I'll take it if 
I can get it. That's my reputation and it's well earned." 

"That's a good answer," she grinned. "As for why I don't talk a lot. Well, 
some of us don't need to speak. There are other things we do very well." 

"I understand." 

The beautiful young redhead ran her fingers through her hair. Steve Manners 
watched, his eyes widening with mounting lust as she walked down the 
hallway. 

"The bedroom's this way," she pointed. 

"I'm right behind you," Steve declared, jumping up from the chair on which 
he had been sitting. 

He watched her ass cheeks as she moved down the hallway and into the 
bedroom. Steve found her in the dimly lit room, his eyes widening some more 
with lust as he threw his body down on top of the bed. His fingers reached 
out and grabbed her with determined confidence. This had to be one of the 
biggest surprises that Steve had encountered in a long spell. Just when he 
was sure he had struck out and that his one and only date with Laura Wilcox 
had been consumed, now here she was, a writhing mass of female sensuality 
who wanted to be dominated by him. 

Steve ground his fingers quickly inside of her brassiere and slid them back 
and forth against the shapely contours of her ripe, firmly succulent breast 
flesh. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT TITS, WHAT GORGEOUS TITS," he sighed. 

His fingers moved with superb precision and confidence as he promptly 
removed the light blue suit which she had worn, tossing it onto a nearby 
table. His next move was to remove her wispy white panties and matching 
brassiere. After that his fingers glided swiftly against her bra straps, 
which he promptly unhooked. As he watched her bra drop to the floor and her 
ivory breasts cascaded forward, he let out a loud, pleased gasp. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, THEY SHOULD NEVER BE CONFINED," he gulped. "WHAT A SET OF 
FANTASTIC TITS. OOOHHH, I'M A TITS MAN, AS YOU CAN TELL." 

"From what I've heard about you, you're every kind of man. Tits, ass, you 
name it." 

"You heard right and I'm gonna prove that what you heard was accurate." 

Once again he gulped hard, pressing his fingers sharply against the firm 
furrows of her ripe alabaster breast flesh. Eventually he reached down with 
both hands and clasped tightly at the elastic waistband of her silky 
panties. He liked the way that her hips and ass cheeks instinctively 
responded, twisting sharply and writhing as he started to pull and tug at 
her panties. 

He loved hearing the familiar scraping sounds of panties coming into 
spontaneous erotic contact with flesh. In a matter of seconds he finished 
removing her silky white panties from her legs and smiled as he watched the 
redhead's exquisite white legs kick back and forth. He could see that she 
was becoming exceedingly restless and was determined to satisfy her every 
sexual urge. 

Laura's head spun in a tempestuous sea of hazy uncertainty. Even though one 
side of her clearly recognized that she was doing wrong, and that she was 
giving in all too quickly to this man who she barely knew, there remained 
this smoldering intensity and sexual curiosity brought about by Steve's 
magnetic presence, coupled with the reputation of which she was completely 
aware. 

Once more he moved confidently forward. This time his fingers pressed 
against the ripeness of her breasts once more, following which he then 
released them. 

Laura Wilcox took a long look at her lover. The hard, slender contours of 
his firmly confident body shook her as they watched each other in their 
joint nudity. She loved the smoldering expression in his eyes, which 
indicated just how eager he was to explore her beautiful body in every 
conceivable way. 

His eyes continually were roving over her smooth, seductive form. Softly 
rounded curves invited him to press onward and take her in a state of wildly 
turbulent sexual desire. The tipped ends of her firm breasts took on a 
fleshy rose color as they quickly tightened. The fine growth of hair that 
decorated her searing mound looked soft, warm and comfortable. Her silky 
white skin gleamed as 

Steve pushed his body ever closer to hers. 

A spontaneous electric shock shot through Steve Manners's body as he felt 
the redhead's trembling, slightly sweaty hands slip against the tip of his 
cock, then glide down his groin. As her fingers slipped around his aroused 
organ, she tilted her head to be kissed. 

"You're too much, ooohhh, when you come on you're something else," he told 
her. 

As she briskly moved her fingers along the base of his erect, blue-veined 
spear, he felt a sudden glow of pride in his size and hardness. This was the 
kind of woman he liked. She possessed a flawless face and figure and, on top 
of that, he could see that beneath her superficial layer of shyness there 
resided a smoldering woman of great sexual fire who wanted to engage in 
every type of act. He pushed his lips forward and glided them softly yet 
firmly against hers. She kissed back sharply until, eventually, he released 
his lips from hers. 

Steve felt Laura's warm, white breasts crushing against his chest as he 
pulled her ever so close. He slid his hands down her satiny smooth back and 
onto the enticing cushions of her firm, compliant ass cheeks. As he squeezed 
her tightly he heard her making soft, demanding sounds under her breath. 

Yes, he concluded, Laura Wilcox definitely was hot for him. Passionately hot 
and extremely aroused. He would provide her with the kind of wild and wanton 
sex that would prove to their mutual satisfaction. He quickly wrapped his 
arms securely around his red-haired lover's waist. As he held on tightly, he 
propelled his swiftly darting red tongue forward. It landed with precision 
warmth inside of her mouth. With steaming desire he pushed his probing oral 
digit toward her tongue. Soon their hot, wet tongues were clasping each 
other in a mutual wave of spine-tingling passion. The quicker that they 
twisted and churned, grinding against one another, the faster that their 
supercharged bodies twisted and writhed as they enjoyed each and every 
spontaneous stab that their nimble tongues supplied for each other. 

Steve loved the sensation of his warm, wet saliva merging with hers, and his 
fervent tongue kissing continued. He could feel her hot breath and the 
increasing electricity of her speedy movements. 

By the time that he released his tongue from the hungry redhead's mouth, he 
knew just how ripe she was to be taken. He observed the manner in which her 
sleekly voluptuous form twisted with burning restlessness. There was an 
urgency, an imminence about her that made it paramount for him to strike and 
strike fast. The longer that he stared into her liquid brown eyes, the more 
convinced he became that this was a girl who could communicate with him in 
every conceivable way. 

Steve unleashed the stored-up energies within his tempestuous body in the 
form of a series of quick, stiffly plunging tongue movements up between the 
pendulous, jiggling, snowy white breasts of his panting lover. Her hips 
undulated wildly and a misty sheen of perspiration surfaced on her body as 
Steve kept on plunging with his darting tongue, letting it race 
unrestrainedly up between his lover's jiggling breasts. 

Eventually Steve Manners released his spirited tongue from between the 
shadowy valley of Laura's pendulous white boobs and began to let it dart 
with unrestrained lewdness against the firmly warm, voluptuous mounds of her 
searing breast flesh. 

At first her body tensed nervously while her handsome lover continued to 
shoot his jolting red tongue with quick, seismic blasts against the shadowy 
valley that separated her pendulous white boobs, but once he began to 
register his oral digit with sharp, proficient blasts against her curvaceous 
globes of alabaster breast flesh, she started flipping her body more wildly 
than before, rapidly propelling it instinctively upward to meet his swift, 
commanding strokes. 

The faster that the redhead's body charged as she sought to meet his every 
pulsating tongue movement, the louder her searing gasps of breath became as 
she enjoyed the act of having her white, pendulous globes constantly 
attacked by his stiff, relentless tongue, which increased its driving pace 
with every wild stab. 

Steve's sturdy, flicking tongue swept from breast to breast as he left a 
blazing trail of hot, white saliva in the wake of his spirited, tempestuous 
tongue thrusts. Occasionally his rippling tongue would lash out and eagerly 
attack one of her searingly stiff red nipples, causing her firm, wiggling 
white ass cheeks to roll and thrust more excitedly than ever. 

All the while, as she continued to be satisfied, the panting redhead looked 
at her lover with an expression of complete surrender. It was obvious to 
Steve just how much she wanted to be completely dominated by him. 

He finally stilled his rampaging red tongue long enough to cast a long, lewd 
glance at the redhead's trim and firmly slender legs. He longed to excite 
her delicious, trembling, sensuous thighs in the way that he had the other 
parts of her body. 

It made Steve Manners feel good to know just how firmly implanted he was in 
the driver's seat at the moment. Even though the evening had moved along 
clumsily up until the time that he had shown Laura Wilcox to her door, 
things had dramtically taken a turn for the better, indicating to him 
something that he had to keep reminding himself of, that life was filled 
with unpredictabilities, particularly when it came to his dealings with the 
opposite sex. 

He dropped his eyes suddenly down between her warm, slightly twitching 
thighs. He examined every smooth tuft of strawberry-colored pubic hair, and 
it pleased him to observe the wetness that matted her slightly dampened 
pubic tresses, indicating the growing intensity that Laura felt. 

Steve's sharply darting fingers pushed forward as he resolutely hooked them 
against the trembling white flesh of the redhead's lusty, naked thighs. He 
determinedly pried Laura's firm, smooth thighs apart, then licked his lips 
with lascivious anticipation as he slowly examined the deliciously enticing 
sight of her naked splayed thighs and the pink, juicy moist twat that rested 
between them. 

As his strong, determined fingers continued to curl solidly around his 
lover's smooth, trim legs, Steve started to observe with great interest the 
dazzling shapeliness of Laura's wiggling buttocks, firmly rounded and ready 
for loads of action. 

He moved his fingers downward, allowing them to pinch her firm white 
buttocks. He slapped them several times, laughing as he watched with 
mounting joy how they began to redden. All the while he continued licking 
his lips, anticipating quick, well-timed tongue activity. 

Eventually he propelled his quick, sturdy tongue forward, working it down 
between Laura Wilcox's generously parted, smoothly tapered thighs and toward 
her juicy pink twat, which had accumulated a good deal of moisture the last 
few minutes from all the stirring excitement that Steve had imparted to her. 

His first few slow, exploratory movements were directed toward her moist 
cuntal hairs. All it took was a little contact between his steaming, 
well-controlled tongue and his lover's moist red pubic hairs to drive her 
into a seething inferno of combustible anxiety. All the while her 
well-rounded, shapely ass globes were twisting with the same degree of 
enthusiastic joy as they had before. He could see that he had obviously 
ignited a series of sparks within the radiant redhead's body. 

Steve looked lovingly at the steady crescendo o spontaneously generated 
ass-cheek twisting as he applied his tongue with ever-rising speed. After 
letting his soaring tongue slice against her smooth, strawberry-colored 
pubic locks, he decided it was time to dig a little deeper and explore the 
forbidden portals of her pink, moist, pouting pussy lips, which seemed to 
stare up at him like a human being, begging in their own way for the quick 
probing attention that they eagerly desired. 

He settled his head between the redhead's soft, supple thighs, inhaling the 
scent of her furry muff for the first time. All he had to do was secure a 
few quick whiffs of her musky, moist womanliness and his heart began to 
immediately skip in accelerating leaps and bounds, making him more 
determined than ever to excite her in every way that he could. 

Her hips rocked with steady, unflagging sensuality as she braced herself, 
preparing to receive her lover's first few plunging tongue thrusts. How she 
wanted him, and how she wanted to experience the delightful sensations of 
his rapid-fire tongue snaking its way inside the forbidden portals of her 
seethingly moist, pink, throbbing pussy. 

Steve's long, probing, red tongue tensed slightly over the exhilarating 
prospect of sliding it downward toward his lover's delectable, moist slit. 

Slowly he let his fingers slither against her wet, fleecy pubic vee, after 
which he put his savory tongue to work with invigorating determination. 

Immediately Laura Wilcox's firm, sensuous hips began moving eagerly as his 
stiffly projecting red tongue glided away, generating additional steam with 
each stroke, eagerly pushing and sliding his dazzling partner closer to the 
point where he would be able to taste her delicious cuntal droplets. 

His tongue kept rotating against her damp slit petals, and soon there was no 
holding back where either of them was concerned. While his driving tongue 
kept forging ahead, slicing against her wet twat, he reached down and moved 
his fingers sharply and briskly against her compact, well-rounded buttocks, 
which twisted with acute need and zealous expectation as he moved that much 
nearer to his goal. 

At first the ravenous redhead did not know just how to react to his 
explosive tongue assault. The faster that he drove his scintillating tongue 
deep inside the moistness of her torrid box, the quicker that her body 
vibrated with increasing excitement. She gave away her feelings, however, by 
the manner in which she loudly gasped, enjoying each and every swift thrust. 

His hotly skewering tongue twisted and jerked a few more times inside the 
sweltering moist confines of her infatuated orifice. Finally the deluge hit 
as the slick, hot juices began to gush eagerly from her searing vagina and 
into his rapidly suctioning mouth. His hotly pistoning tongue now went to 
work with even greater earnestness as he sought to capture every succulent 
droplet of her sizzling juice. 

Sweat rolled down the redhead's long, superbly tapered thighs as she kept 
loudly gasping, her diligent body twisting ardently as she enjoyed the 
spirited release of her stored-up pussy juices. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, THAT WAS GOOD AND YOU'RE GONNA GET EVEN MORE," Steve 
promised after removing his tongue from her still-hot snatch. 

While she lay stretched out on her back, Laura Wilcox watched as Steve 
reached down letting his fingers move against his huge, blood-engorged 
shaft, which he exhibited proudly in both hands for his lover to see. 

"Just look at the size of this thing," he grinned. 

"I know. It's very impressive." 

"Thank you very much. I'm glad you like it." 

As she continued to lie there, her tensely simmering body stretched 
helplessly, hardly knowing just what to expect from Steve, she could tell 
from the expression of lust in his eyes just how eagerly he was anticipating 
some rapid-fire sex. He reached down and played with her cheeky buttocks, 
watching as she slowly extended her damp, sweaty thighs, which trembled with 
a certain measure of uncertainty. After all, she was aware of Steve's 
reputation, and wondered just what he would do now that he was firmly in 
charge. 

Steve Manners's scalding, blue-veined spear pushed forward, determined to 
thoroughly dominate the warmly sensuous woman with the red hair and 
voluptuous form. 

As he shoved his dominating penis forward and let it find the mark for the 
first time inside of her moist mound, she let out an animalish mewl and 
grimaced. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE REALLY GONNA FUCK MEEEEE," she gasped excitedly. 

Her legs shook and her ass cheeks twisted as she kept staring up at Steve, 
whose muscles tensed with surging anxiety as he speared her with his thickly 
probing shaft, which dug deep inside her moist mound. He loved hearing the 
sounds of the cock and cunt friction, the delicious squishy sounds of his 
resounding, blue-veined spear tearing deeply into her moist but tight cuntal 
sheath. 

His hungry strokes began to cut through her like a knife, and even though 
Laura could feel a certain amount of pain in her tight pussy from her 
lover's determined, steady strokes, down deep she could not help but feel 
the accelerating waves of excitement. The pain was clearly outweighing the 
pleasure as he kept on hammering his bruising cock into every dewy crevice 
of her hot and exceedingly vulnerable mound. 

Steve's turgid, stiff prick blasted into the warmly compliant dampness of 
his lover's cuntal valley with unmitigated desire, and soon he began to feel 
the tumultuous waves of plentiful hot juice that was stored up in his 
agitated, ever-swelling balls and ready to gush from the nub end of his 
fiery, blast-furnace cock. 

"OOOHH, WHAT A FUUUUUCK," he grunted. 

He drilled her a few more times with his rapier organ, then felt the tugging 
waves of acute need in his hairy scrotum rising more quickly than ever, 
letting him know in no uncertain terms that the juices would be inevitably 
pouring from the end of his grinding shaft. 

Steve liked the way that Laura's hips pumped up to meet his stiff, 
piston-like moves, and eventually the scalding juices were set to pour 
effusively from the end of his mammoth, sturdy cock head. 

"OOOHHH, I'M REEEEAAADY," he gasped in a raspy voice, his sweaty, charging 
body continued to thrust with determined, swelling desire. 

As his tempestuous body kept jackknifing forward with surging, rock-hard 
desire, his lover's electrified body reacted sharply as it rocked with 
wildly quivering sensations. Laura's savory cunt was inflamed with 
overwhelming desire and passionate wetness. 

The redhead wrapped her warm legs fervently around Steve's ribs as his 
dashing, hard prick pushed her to the verge of a wild climax of her own. Her 
breath grew short and began to come in increasingly louder gasps as he 
rocked her warm, firm buttocks in response to every decisive forward plunge 
that his stiff, steadily prodding prick sent forth. 

Eventually the hot juices of womanhood started to pour effusively from 
Laura's invigorated cunt. As her body whipped with greater pleasure than 
ever, her writhing hips moved in an enchanting crescendo of wild, 
unencumbered lust. He knew just how closely he'd maneuvered his way to the 
moment of unswerving ecstasy when all the thick, white juice would pour 
thunderously from the end of his steely, emblazoned shaft. 

"OOOHHH, FUCK UP TO ME, OOOHHH, FUUUUCK," he called out excitedly. "OOOHHH, 
MOVE YOUR HOT BODY. OHHHH, WHAT A CUNT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A FUCK. OHHHH, 
TIGHT, TIGHT, OOOHHH, HOW TIIIIIGHT." 

He stretched her resilient pussy muscles to the limit, reaching down and 
fondling her warm, tightly constructed ass cheeks as the spurting droplets 
of his thick, white semen started to shoot from the end of his devastating 
shaft. 

At first only a few preliminary droplets of his scalding white cream eased 
out of the end of his lusty, blood-engorged tool, but moments later the wild 
deluge was on as the prolific stream of thick, white fluid splashed 
thunderously in an act of flood tide from the end of his penis, devastating 
his beautiful lover's squirming, wet cunt. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SO GREEEAATT," he grunted, his buttocks twisting and 
writhing. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP WORKING IT. OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOD, AAAHHH, 
OHHHHH." 

He kept hammering with increasing force, reaching down and grinding his 
fingers against Laura's warm thighs as the final few droplets of his 
torpedoing juices splashed from the end of his hot, steadily prodding tool. 

Steve eased his satisfied cock out from between his lover's sweat-dampened 
thighs. He watched with a broad smile on his lips as he continued to hear 
sounds of heavy breathing emanating from Laura Wilcox. He reached down and 
soothingly glided his right hand over the velvety smooth skin of the 
redhead's face. 

"You loved it, you really did," he smiled. 

"Yes, I did. Now I'm beginning to see more than ever why you have such a 
reputation." 

"Please tell me more." 

"Well, you completely let yourself go. I mean, once you start, that's it. 
You fuck up a storm. You don't stop until you've been completely drained." 

"You've got the general idea." 

"Oh, kiss me. Please, kiss me." 

With that he pushed his piercing tongue forward, letting it glide with 
steadily surging electricity as it worked its way back and forth inside her 
mouth. While his tongue collided with hers, Steve reached out and let his 
fingers move with tight precision against the tautness of her prickly, warm 
nipples. He loved the way that she instinctively shoved her body upward to 
meet his stiff fingers thrusts, and soon he was grinding his fingers against 
the surface of her searing white breasts. 

When Steve released his licking, lashing tongue from the beautiful redhead's 
mouth, he reached down with both hands and let his fingers glide against the 
warmth of her rapidly twisting buttocks. The tighter that he squeezed her 
silky smooth ass flesh, the louder that she began to gasp as she started to 
anticipate yet another wild and vigorous sex act. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE TOO 

MUCH," she grunted loudly. "OOOHHH, COME ON, DO IT TO ME. OOOHHH, KEEP ME 
GOING. MY DARLING, MY DARLING, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FFUUUUUUCK." 

He reached out with his flicking red tongue, letting it meticulously slide 
against her prickly nipples. Steve moved from her left breast to her right, 
continuing to increase his flowing tongue movements until, finally, he was 
pushing with seething desire, working his tongue back and forth against the 
warmth of her searing breasts and nipples until she could barely stand it. 

Steve loved the manner in which Laura was reacting to everything that 
happened. Her legs kicked back and forth with seething ecstasy, her toes 
curling as her eyes rolled with wild, wanton lust. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, OOOHHH, I REALLY WANT 
IIIIIITTT," she exclaimed. 

He reached down with both hands and let his fingers slide against her 
smooth, silky thighs. They were slightly dampened with sweat, which made the 
whole process even more exciting for him as his fingers clutched tightly 
against the warmth of her enticing flesh. 

"OOOHHH, IT'S SO NICE, FINGER MEEEEE," she implored. 

He massaged her thighs for several more moments, then pushed his fingers up 
against her breasts. This time he pinched and squeezed more tightly than 
ever, and as he did he drew out the redhead even more, preparing her for the 
action at hand. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It had now reached the point where Steve Manners was determined to get down 
to the serious business of getting his rocks off inside of the tight pussy 
of the beautiful, red-haired Laura Wilcox. 

He watched her tremulous body undulate from side to side as he experienced 
the wild pre-orgasmic tensions flowing electrically through his pulsating 
prick and scalding balls. The longer that he stared down at her flowing, 
ripe nudity, the greater the eagerness that he felt surging through his 
whole volcanic body as he prepared to unleash it in a wild fusillade of 
tempestuous, flowing penis activity. 

Steve liked in particular the way that the stunning red-head's tapered legs 
and exquisite, shapely buttocks twitched each time that he pushed his body 
closer to her, giving her a good view of his hard, throbbing cock. 

He heaved a long, deep sigh, reaching down and making a quick grab for the 
hugeness of his vast, determined prick. Up and down he pumped with both 
hands, letting his fingers glide against his inflated, excited organ as the 
passions continued to build within his entire body. 

Swifty he removed his fingers from his long, steaming phallic tool. His 
heart continued to palpitate with increasing frequency. The longer that he 
stared at her gorgeous, hair-rimmed, moist pussy, the wilder the acute need 
became within him that he felt surging throughout his entire body. 

Even though the redhead's body quivered with a certain measure of fear over 
not having been entered by Steve before, she was also dominated by seething 
waves of sensuality that bolted through her body as well. Once that the 
initial fear had passed, she recognized, more than-likely she could be 
utterly and totally begging for it. She could see from the look of wild 
determination in her handsome lover's imploring eyes, along with the 
rigidity of his long, lengthy cock that dangled between his legs, that here 
was a man who was intent upon getting his satisfaction right then and there. 

Steve heaved a deep gasp, then knelt between her legs and pushed her sleek 
white thighs up and back until her knees daintily crushed the soft peaks of 
her captivatingly warm tits. He looked down and observed all of her stunning 
naked enticements, after which his eyes finally focused on the quivering 
warmth of her palpitating pink pussy lips. 

Before he began, Steve examined every moist pussy hair. The longer that he 
stared at her steaming fissure, the greater the arousal that he felt 
throughout his cascading body as he got set to push his thundering cock 
forward into the tight warmth of her pulsating mound. 

"What a woman you are," he whispered. 

"Oh, darling, just don't hurt me." 

"Oh, damned. You're not a virgin, are you?" he looked at her with a measure 
of disbelief. 

"No, no, I've had it a few times," she told him, "but not all that often. 
Un-like a lot of the women in this town, I haven't fucked around that much. 
I'm young and I've tried to keep myself somewhat exclusive." 

"That's fine, fine and dandy," Steve Manners smiled as he gently massaged 
her thighs, "just as long as you don't make yourself too exclusive. That way 
you'll cut yourself out of any and all fun." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right about that," she could see the humor. "But 
please, be careful." 

"Don't worry. I'm one guy who, I'm happy to say, has never had any 
complaints." 

"Oh, I do want it from you. I want to tell you that." 

"Good. Then there's nothing to be afraid of." 

"I guess not." 

"Just let me function as the teacher. You don't need to have a care in the 
world." 

His spearing tongue surged forward between the redhead's tiny white teeth 
and into her mouth. She sucked and pulled on it, throwing her arms around 
his back in an embrace of desperate surrender. As her head spun, a 
thoroughly infatuated Laura Wilcox realized that her fears wre drawing to a 
close. They had been met head-on and defeated by the thundering anxiety that 
she felt in her pulsating pussy. How she desired this confrontation, even 
though there was a side of her that feared her date with the unknown, namely 
to have her pussy fucked resoundingly by the hammering cock of the 
determined Steve Manners. 

Laura's eyes darted from side to side as her lover's lips once more surged 
forward, this time circling the warmth of her tender breast. She felt her 
nipples become immediately taut, and suddenly he let his mouth press tightly 
against her naked white flesh as his teeth grated lightly over the crinkly 
budding hardness of her nipples as she squirmed beneath him and whimpered 
with girlish delight, enjoying the captivating sensations that reeled 
through her body. 

Steve moved his pelvis forward as his. loin ground excitedly against the 
upturned softness of her tight, throbbing pussy. His mammoth prick squirmed 
into the seething slit of her seepingly moist mound as she whimpered 
fervently while the lust-bloated head of his fiery, determined member rubbed 
over the budding hardness of her sensitive clitoris. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A WOMAAAAANNNN," he gasped. "OHHH, COME ON, 
OOOHHH, KEEP WIGGLING YOUR HIPS. OOOHHH, WIGGLE THAT HOT BUTT, HONEY. 
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I LOVE IIIIIIITTTT. OOOHHH, THIS IS FUCKING, FUCKING, 
FUUUUUUUCKING." 

He reached down and let his fingers clamp against the warmth of her rapidly 
undulating ass cheeks. Her eyes rolled and her breathing noticeably 
increased as he kept on pounding his stinging cock forward, letting it grind 
and slash as it pushed with great anticipation inside the moistness of her 
scalding female pit. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS SOOOO GOOOOOODD," he grunted. 

Steve's excited words produced shock waves within Laura as her ripe, 
undulating buttocks kept on flinging back and forth with wild anticipation. 
She was reacting totally out of instinct as her steady lover kept on driving 
his pulsating cock in a surging crescendo of sexual energy. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, TIGHT, CUNT, OHHHH, HOW TIGHT YOU ARE," he sighed. 

Suddenly Steve's body dramatically stiffened as he reached out and made a 
grab for his lover's warm, slightly sweaty thighs, which he parted as he 
shoved his hugely erect cock and pushed it up between the rubbery, 
flange-like ridges of her quivering pussy until he felt the moist opening. 
He felt her pussy lips flowering hotly around his devastating cock in one 
last gesture of salacious invitation as he pushed into her with the strength 
of a horny bull stud. 

He stared at his blue-veined stiffness as it worked its mammoth way closer 
to the appetizing warmth of her seethingly moist pussy, realizing that the 
momentous juncture was just about to be reached. All the while he could feel 
the lewd, quivering sensations in his throbbing testicles while he kept up 
his hot, stampeding movements. 

Steve grunted as his cock slithered hotly into the tight velvety sheath of 
the redhead's pussy. She was already dripping wet and her juices lubricated 
his surging entry so that he was able to slice into her with one single 
skewering thrust, driving hard, heaving deep gasps. 

"OOOHHH, THIS IS GREAT, OOOHHH, WHAT A FUUUUCK, OOOHHH, COME ON, TWIST YOUR 
BEAUTIFUL BODY," he told her. 

Laura's body suddenly tensed beneath him, as if an electric wire had been 
touched to her loins. A strange gurgling sound began to emanate from her 
throat as Steve pushed the rock-hard tip of his searing man meat deep into 
her quaking belly with a single impactful thrust. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT FUCK, OHHHH, SO TIGHT, SO TIGHT, OOOHHH, SO 
TIIIIIGHT," he exclaimed. 

As the deep, impaling thrusts continued, he noticed with great pleasure the 
manner in which Laura Wilcox, her face reddened with the excitement of the 
moment, began to thrust her body forward, meeting him half-way as he kept up 
his sharply cannonading thrusts into the moistness of her pussy. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S BETTER," he nodded. "OOOHHH, FUCK UP TO ME, DARLING. 
OOOHHH, DO WE LOVE IT, OOOHHH, WE LOVE IT, LOVE IT." 

Steve's stiffly surging man meat was sliding between her ripe, twisting legs 
and he was going to fuck her silly, never stopping, never letting up until 
the seething droplets of his thick, white, splashing cream sloshed hotly in 
her teasing belly. 

His determined thrusts were deep and exciting, and with every backward 
movement of his desire-stiffened erection, he pulled his torrid prick almost 
entirely out of her cuntal sheath, stretching the fleshy lips of her pussy 
and leaving just the thick, purplish head of his commanding penis pounding 
savagely inside the tightness of her electrified womb. Then, grunting with 
renewed vigor, he pushed with incredible strength forward, skewering wetly 
into the tightly gripping depths of her flushed pussy lips, pushing the pink 
flesh aside in huge rippling waves of wanton passion until his pelvis 
collided with a wet smack against the frail softness of her nakedly upturned 
crotch. 

"OOOHHH, NICE, NICE, NIIIIIICE," he nodded. 

Beads of sweat began to roll down his face in an increasingly prolific 
manner. She listened to the heavy sounds of his desperate gasps for breath 
as his balls slapped against the smooth hairless crevice of her nether 
cheeks with a resounding thud that made her seething desires only that much 
more intense. 

With every quick thrust of Steve Manners's huge pulsating shaft up between 
her trembling thighs, she was brought that much closer to the inevitable 
moment of a wild climax. 

Laura's knees were doubled back and her breasts were crushed beneath her 
legs. A mindless chant poured from her lips like warm gurgling liquid. His 
delicious thrusts had transfixed her from a normal young woman into a 
moaning sex slave who could not conceivably seem to get enough of his swift, 
volcanic thrusts. 

Her dazzling red hair tossed from side to side, flailing about her in 
several directions at once as she let out a gasp and a sigh, reacting to the 
deeply skewering thrusts that Steve kept registering within her as she rose 
higher with each impaling lunge of his spirited cock, both physically and 
emotionally straining upward to meet his pleasure-giving thrusts. 

All the while Laura kept on pushing that much closer to a shuddering climax. 

She began to bleat like a love-sick cow, unable to get enough of Steve's 
swollen, scorching cock. He looked down at her lithe, trembling, sweaty 
young nakedness and kept up his stirring crescendo of movement. 

Eventually Steve's maddening pace began to slow down as his frenzied, 
lustful stabs became more meticulous and slower as his blood-engorged cock 
speared into the burning depths of her quivering belly. 

Instinctively the redhead's cuntal grip tightened around his mammoth, 
piercing prong, like a warm, moist fist fitting snugly into a velvety glove 
as the two of them worked together as one, their sweaty limbs intertwined 
and their bodies gyrating against each other until they glistened more 
noticeably than ever with perspiration. 

The redhead's arms were locked behind her intruding lover's back, and her 
long, slender thighs wrapped around his sides as she fought to pull him even 
deeper up between her sharply undulating thighs and into the swirling heat 
of her naked loins. She opened her eyes for a moment and saw the crooked 
grin of ultimate conquest on Steve Manners's lips. She could see how truly 
confident he was and recognized he had every right to feel that way, 
considering the manner in which he was able to completely and thoroughly 
take charge. 

His rhythmic, undulating thrusts were driving the red-head insane with 
tempestuous delight and she wanted nothing more than to continue feeling the 
hard, steadily pounding tempo he had begun with and was sustaining with such 
great vigor and passionate anxiety. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT WON'T BE LONG NOW," he grunted. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'VE 
GOT TO SHOOT. YES, OOOHHH, IT'S GONNA BE HAPPENING SOON, VERY SOON." 

The sweat continued to roll down both sides of his face as he fucked her 
with mind-boggling delight and ravenous pleasure, the kind of pleasure that 
could only be ultimately satisfied by an explosion of thick, white droplets 
of cock fluid inside the tightness of her warm, throbbing pussy. 

He kept thrusting into her with long, rapid lunges that seemed certain to 
burst her still-tender, young pussy. She remained helplessly impaled, 
thoroughly enjoying the activity to which she was being subjected, totally 
wrapped around his deep-thrusting, skewering pole until Laura felt as if she 
was nothing but an extension of his sweaty, powerful loins. 

Lost in a sea of dizzy rapture, scarcely aware of what she was doing, the 
writhing red-haired beauty ripped into Steve's sinewy back as he fucked her, 
leaving reddened welts across his flesh as she gurgled and gasped 
hysterically, her whole body alive with expectation and throbbing with 
enraptured desire. 

Laura Wilcox let out a loud animalish mewl as her womb flowered around the 
deeply probing cock of Steve Manners and the torrential gush of her love 
juices began to bathe his stirring erection and flowed hotly from the ragged 
pink lips of her palpitating pussy. It was like dipping his scalding cock 
into a boiling pool of liquid honey. She was there, juicing, and he 
thoroughly loved it. 

She tensed convulsively as the air burst from her lungs. Her back arched and 
lifted them both temporarily up from the bed as her toes curled tightly 
against the soles of her bare feet. She let out a loud sigh as her legs 
kicked high in the air and her fists pounded relentlessly against her 
lover's back. 

"OOOHHH, I'M CUMMING, OHHHH, I'M GUUUUUUSHING, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT FEELS SO 
GOOOOOOD," she exclaimed. 

Steve barely managed to stay astride the panting, quivering, young woman who 
squirmed with the tenacious zeal of a bucking bronco, wriggling under his 
pressureful, penetrating stabs. Steve's deep-skewering thrusts landed with 
even greater intensity, bringing her to a state of extended wanton passion 
as the first few droplets of her splashing pussy liquids exploded from her 
cunt. 

A crisscrossed web of red welts adorned Steve's back as his lover continued 
ripping away in frustration until finally she was over the brink of her 
riproaring climax, falling deliciously into the whirling maelstrom of 
orgasmic delight. 

"I'll be there in a second," he assured her. "Just watch my smoke now." 

"Keep fucking. Ohhh, pound me with your hard cock. Drive it into me. Drive 
it into me until I can't take it anymore." 

"You've got a deal, honey," he laughed. 

His firm, slender body tensed as Steve pushed his burning prick forward once 
more. His loins throbbed and pounded hard against the sensitive flesh of the 
redhead's crotch. His lust-bloated testicles, filled with skewering, 
passion-heated thickness, emptied in a gushing torrent of thick, white 
viscous liquid that gushed along the gleaming wet shaft of his prick, 
ultimately unloading into the quivering depths of Laura Wilcox's belly. His 
spurting load of jetting semen emptied with bullet-like ripples that flooded 
her insides and oozed from around the impaling thickness of his hard, 
determined, blood-engorged spear. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THERE I GOOOOO," he announced. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP 
TWISTING YOUR AAAASSSSS. OOOHH. AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OHHHHH, WHAT A 
BUTT, OOOHHH, WHAT A CUUUUUUNT." 

Steve reached out and, with sweaty, trembling fingers, slapped at her 
scorching, twisting behind as the final few drops of thick, white, scalding 
penis fluid splashed piercingly from the end of his pole. 

After that there was stillness in the room for several minutes. The redhead 
was so overcome by the wild, ecstatic pleasure to which her young body had 
been subjected that she was unaware of the fact that Steve had eased his 
body up from the bed and walked into the other room. 

A few moments later Steve returned, holding a glass in each hand. 

"Have one," he extended a glass to his guest, whose eyes quickly appraised 
the orange contents within it. 

"What is it?" she asked him. 

"A Screwdriver," he told her smilingly. "Just a little vodka and orange 
juice. Actually in your case I made yours a lot weaker than mine." 

"That's just as well," she smiled. 

"Yes, I suppose so," he said. "Anyway, you're one hell of a firecracker. Can 
you ever fuck. I knew that once you let yourself go you were gonna be great 
at it." 

"You did?" 

"Definitely." 

"How did you know?" 

"Oh, instinct, my dear. Instinct." 

"I guess that once you've fucked quite a few women you get to know where 
it's at. That's what you're saying, right?" 

"Something like that," he laughed. "You know, I think you might have what it 
takes to make it in this business. And I'm pretty close to the Hollywood 
scene, too, being in the business that I'm in. As a matter-of-fact, and I 
don't do this for just anybody, but at a party if I happen to see a casting 
director, producer, director, somebody that I think can help you, I'll put 
in a good word." 

"I'd really appreciate that," Laura Wilcox smiled. "You're really a 
gentleman, Steve, that is, when you're not fucking. Then you turn into a 
wildman. But I'm not gonna knock it. I enjoyed it too much." 

"I should hope you wouldn't knock it," Steve smiled. "So are you from 
Southern California originally, Laura?" 

"I'm from Beverly Hills originally," she grinned. "But I've lived all over 
the world." 

"You lucky girl." 

"Yes. I come from a show business family." 

"You do." 

"Movies, no less." 

"Is that right? Maybe I know your parents." 

"You know my mother very well," she laughed. "Who is your mother?" 

The redhead smiled coquettishly, reaching out and running her fingers over 
Steve Manners's sweaty forehead. 

"A woman by the name of Gloria La Rue," she said. 

Steve's face turned white. He could hardly believe what he had heard. 
"You're Gloria's daughter." 

"That's right." 

"I never dreamed she had anybody..." 

"I know what you were gonna say," she responded shrewdly. "Somebody as old 
as me. Right?" 

"That's right." 

"Well, mother holds her age very well," she laughed. "I should say." 

"We could pass for sisters. As a matter-of-fact, most of the time I pass for 
her niece. We try not to let anybody in on our secret except for the people 
who are in the know. That way mother's youthful image can be better 
preserved." 

"I can understand that. That's about all I can understand. I'm in shock and 
I don't mind telling you so." 

"I suppose so," Laura Wilcox chuckled. 

"She must have been married awfully young." 

"Oh, she was. Definitely a child bride." 

"Let's see. Isn't she from somewhere around San Diego?" 

"That's right. Mom was born and raised in San Diego. She was raised in some 
other places, though, as well. She was a Navy brat." 

"Her dad was in the Navy, huh?" 

"Yes. He was Chief Petty Officer. Well, mom, being as beautiful as she was, 
and being around Naval bases with lots of horny sailors. You can get the 
point." 

"Definitely." 

"So she got turned on with one guy. Well, I guess he got turned on with her. 
That'll be a better way to put it. But then they got involved. She was 
carrying me when they decided to get married. The marriage only lasted a 
couple of years. Then mom went to Hollywood and started to pursue her film 
career." 

"I see. How interesting to know. I'm still shocked." 

"I know you are. Particularly since you've balled mom." 

"You're a very bold-talking girl," Steve said, taking a sip from his 
Screwdriver. 

"I'm a very honest girl, anyway," she said. "You don't have to play coy 
about you and mom. I'm well aware. I heard all about it from mom." 

"She told you?" 

"Yes. I hope you're not gonna be made when I tell you what I'm going to 
next." 

"What should I get mad about?" 

"Well, mom had two reasons for wanting to seduce you the other day." 

"What were they?" 

"One of them is the usual." 

"She wanted a good hot fuck." 

"Yes. That's the usual. But there was a second reason as well." 

"Which was?" 

"She was kind of testing you for me. Trying to determine whether I ought to 
have sex with you." 

"That's really something," he shook his head. "I thought I'd heard it all, 
but I guess that I'd led a more sheltered life than what I was aware of, 
even after coming to Beverly Hills. So she was kind of testing me?" 

"Yes. You see, I was eager to go to you, to get my hair styled by you, and 
to jump into bed with you. I always did think you were kind of cute. I saw 
you from the window once when mom went into your shop. Then I kept hearing 
about all these interesting things about you. Mom doesn't want me to screw 
with just anybody. She says that if I wind up getting a sordid reputation, 
the reputation of having slept with a lot of different men in this town, 
that I'll be ruined. So she figures that maybe it would be all right for us 
to carry on discreetly, provided that she was first satisfied with your 
performance." 

"And apparently I passed with flying colors as far as she was concerned," 
Steve said. 

"Oh, yes, you really did. Of course, I can't imagine you failing to pass any 
course where sex is concerned." 

"What a sweet thing for you to say. As a matter-of-fact, you keep this up 
and I'm gonna get so horny I'm gonna want to fuck you again." 

"Then I guess we'd better stop," she said, taking a sip from her glass, then 
easing her beautiful nude body upward from the bed. "I've really gotta be 
going." 

"What's your hurry?" 

"Oh, I have to drop by a party." 

"Pretty late, isn't it?" 

"A lot of the parties are in this town," she laughed. 

"You have a point there." 

"I really don't want to go. It's just one of those things. Mom says that 
I've got a good chance of landing a part in this picture if I just go to 
this director's party. 

"I just hope the director doesn't take any liberties with you." 

"No, nothing like that," she shook her head, beginning to put her clothes 
back on. "You see, mom's familiar with all these people. That's what's nice 
about having a famous mother in the industry. She knows which guys are jaded 
and which ones aren't. This particular director is giving this party in 
conjunction with his wife. She's gonna be on his arm the entire evening." 

"I see. Which means that you're safe." 

"Exactly." 

"You're a very shrewd young lady. Especially for somebody so young. I can 
definitely see that you're headed for the top. I predict it." 

"You're great for my morale," the redhead laughed, throwing Steve Manners a 
kiss. 

A few minutes later Laura Wilcox left Steve's apartment. He was still 
stunned every time that he thought about the consequences of what had 
occurred. Here he was seducing the beautiful daughter of Gloria La Rue. He 
knew one thing for damn sure. Gloria had enjoyed the sex enormously, a fact 
that he was only too well aware of, and she had been so pleased that her 
daughter was then allowed to carry on with him. 

Steve had a couple more drinks, after which he became sleepy. As he turned 
in for the night he kept thinking about the dazzling, twisting body of 
beautiful Laura Wilcox. 

Just before he went to sleep his lips curled in a smile. Of course, he 
thought, it was obvious that Laura had to be related to Gloria. The reason? 
Their shapely asses twisted in an identical fashion. If he couldn't make 
that kind of analytical distinction then he didn't deserve to screw either 
one of them. 

Steve badly needed the following day to rest up from all the wild sex 
activity in which he had engaged during the last week. His muscles were 
stiff and sore, and he took advantage of the bright May Southern California 
sunshine to luxuriate at poolside, dabbing tanning lotion on his skin and 
securing the beginnings of a rich coppery tan. 

He swam several laps of the pool, but for the most part he was content to 
just stretch out at poolside. After that he went back to his apartment and 
watched a baseball game involving the Dodgers against the Giants. 

That evening after having dinner on the Sunset Strip, Steve returned home 
with the intention of watching a motion picture, then getting a good night's 
sleep. After all, he had quite a few appointments scheduled the next day, 
and several of the women whose hair he would be styling had had sex with him 
in the past, meaning that they might be ready, willing and able to engage 
him the following day. 

Just as he was getting wound up in a motion picture, the telephone rang. 

"Hello there, darling," he immediately recognized Celeste Luna's sexy voice. 

"Celeste. Good to hear from you." 

"I called earlier, my dear. I guess you were out." 

"I had dinner over on the Strip." 

"Oh, I see. There's something that I want to talk to you about." 

"Sure. I'm always ready to listen to my girl." 

"No. I wouldn't want to discuss this on the telephone." 

"Then it must be something mighty important." 

"It is, Steve darling. It's very important." 

"All right. So when should we talk." 

"The sooner the better." 

"It's that important?" 

"It's very important," she confirmed with a measure of urgency in her voice. 

"Okay. I'll hop right into my car and come over." 

"Thank you. I'll be looking forward to it, darling." 

He hung up the phone. As Steve put on his sweater and prepared to leave the 
house, he couldn't help but wonder just what it was that Celeste Luna had to 
see him about. Had she been merely horny she would have told him. There was 
something else involved and he couldn't help wondering what it was. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The smiling butler showed Steve into the house. "She'll be seeing you in the 
conference room," he chuckled. "Oh, I see." 

"Very interesting conference room." 

"Yes, very." 

Steve mounted the stairs and entered the bedroom. His cock immediately 
hardened as he observed the seductive sight of the beautiful, olive-skinned 
brunette lying stretched out in the middle of the bed in the shimmering 
semi-darkness. There was only one tiny light on, and that was from a table 
in a far corner of the large room. Celeste never looked more enticing as her 
slimly voluptuous body lay there completely naked. Her legs were extended 
just enough to give Steve a good look at her throbbing pink pussy. 

"So you wanted a fuck," he grinned. "You didn't have to go through all that 
drama just for that." 

Immediately Steve began removing his clothes. His throat contained a nervous 
raspiness, the kind that generally surfaced when he was good and horny. 
Celeste Luna could make him feel that way in an instant. 

"While you're undressing, darling, I'll explain the reason why I asked you 
to come over here," she said. "I mean, that and the usual. Of course we're 
gonna fuck. Can you ever think of us getting together and not screwing?" 

"We both would have to be awfully sick." 

"That's the only way that we wouldn't fuck," Celeste laughed. "No, my 
darling. There is something urgent that I wanted to talk to you about. 
Something very important." 

"What is it? I hope it's not bad news." 

"Quite the contrary," Celeste said as Steve slipped out of his trousers. 
"Garson called from London a few hours ago." 

"So how's Garson getting along." 

"As the saying goes, he's getting along famously." 

"That's good." 

"So famously that he's gonna be staying over there probably for the next six 
months. He won't be in London all of that time. He'll be spreading out. 
Paris. Rome. Vienna. All the major cities of Europe. He's gonna really 
spread this cosmetics line in a big way." 

"That's great." 

"So naturally the question arises as to what should be done on the home 
front. Meaning right here." 

"Right. Are you gonna be joining him?" 

"Not for very much of the time. An awful lot of it's gonna be spent just in 
business. Also, my dear husband has himself a playmate." 

"Oh yeah!" 

"That's right. A very sweet and charming young actress-model from London 
named Wendy. As a matter-of-fact, they've moved into a flat together in the 
Portman Square section." 

"With your approval?" 

"Of course," she said. "I see nothing wrong with that. As a matter-of-fact, 
darling, my dear sweet husband, who's very liberal along these lines, has 
really known about us for a long time. He had a very good idea when he 
decided to go into business with you." 

"He did?" 

"Yes. Garson-likes to play around himself and he sees no reason why I 
shouldn't be allowed to have a little fun straying from him. There's only 
one catch. He wants to know who it is and he doesn't want me to be spreading 
myself too thin. He can't stand the publicity of his wife being written up 
in the tabloids as a regular little slut." 

"I guess you can't blame the guy for that." 

"Not only that. I wouldn't think of getting involved that promiscuously 
anyway. No, he thought that it would be very good to have you around. He 
also decided that it would be good for business morale to have the two of us 
in a close-relationship." 

"I don't suppose it's hurt anything." 

"No, it hasn't. At any rate, I had a talk with him. Even talked with Wendy. 
We met one time when I accompanied my husband to London. They were planning 
a show and Wendy was one of the models. Since then she's gotten much bigger. 
Well, he's gonna be using her in his campaign throughout Europe." 

"I get the point. So you're his big girl here in the United States and Wendy 
is gonna be his top model in Europe." 

"Absolutely right. So he would like to give you a chance to keep tabs on me, 
so to speak. Also, he wants to keep me in a high state of morale. I guess 
you know what that means." 

"Yes. Plenty of long, hard cock and getting it regularly." 

"Precisely. You do have a way with words," she chuckled. "At any rate, 
here's what he suggested, and I don't think you're gonna be opposed to it at 
all." 

"I'm anxious to hear what you've got to say." 

"How about you sharing my humble little abode here with me while my 
husband's gone?" she asked. 

Steve Manners felt a nervous tugging at his throat. He could scarcely 
believe the proposition that had been made to him. The sexy tigress who was 
lying stretched out on the bed, showing him her thin fringe of raven-colored 
pubic hair and the captivating pink slit that rested beneath it was asking 
him to shack up. He couldn't have been more delighted. There was only one 
hitch, one possible problem area. 

"It sounds just great," he said. "There's just one thing, honey. I mean..." 

"I think I know what you're concerned about, judging by the worried look on 
your face," she laughed. "You needn't be. You're thinking about some of your 
other beautiful customers? I mean, people like the famous Gloria La Rue?" 

"Well, yes, I've gotta be honest. I have had a little something going with a 
lot of these women." 

"I'm not bothered by that in the slightest," she laughed. "As a 
matter-of-fact, I guess we've both been engaging in too much gamesmanship. 
We really have." 

"You mean about me playing around?" 

"Precisely. Here we were pretending that we were more or less exclusive to 
each other. I mean, apart from me having sex with my husband, of course." 

"That's true. At least now we have that out in the open." 

"Very much so," she grinned, then extended her grin into a wide smile, 
showing her even, white teeth. 

As he stared at her glistening teeth, then at her throbbing pussy, his cock 
hardened even more. He promptly slid out of his shorts, reaching down and 
sliding his fingers up and down the full length of his hard, throbbing, 
blue-veined staff. 

"So we don't need to worry about that anymore," she said. "As a 
matter-of-fact, Garson and I both agreed that it's better for business if 
you do have sex with a few select women. Just as long as they're wealthy and 
famous. I mean, if you'd get the reputation of humping just anyone you and 
the shop will lose much of its exclusiveness. Isn't that so?" 

"You sound like as much of a business executive as your ingenious husband," 
he said, continuing to let his thumping fingers move up and down the full 
length of his rock-hard cock. 

"All right, darling. I guess we have all that understood. I'm just waiting 
for one thing. An answer." 

"To whether I want to share your humble little abode with you." 

"That's right." 

"I'm holding the answer between my legs," he winked. "Just look at the size 
of this hard-on. That ought to tell you plenty." 

"Yes, I suppose that it does." 

She wiggled her buttocks seductively. All of a sudden the horny hair stylist 
diverted his plans. No longer would he be content with shoving his hard, 
pulsating cock up between the beautiful brunette's legs and into her 
captivating pussy. No, he wanted to take her back-door style, to slam his 
stinging cock into the far reaches of her anal passage. 

"How about doing me a favor and climbing on your hands and knees," Steve 
suggested. "I want to fuck you in that position." 

"Oh, super. You want to take my dog style?" 

"I want you in that position. I'm gonna ram my cock up your ass." 

"Oh, my. You are a nasty boy. You know, I don't get it that way very often. 
I'm not too crazy about it." 

"You're gonna be after I fuck you tonight," he promised. 

"Okay. I'll let out a holler if you get too carried away." 

His heart pulsated with maddening desire as Steve reached out with his first 
two quivering fingers of his right hand, which he shoved with delirious 
delight into the cavernous depths of her anal passage. She let out a howl as 
he pushed his piercing fingers against her sphincter, her ass muscles 
clenching as she flipped her throbbing buttocks back and forth. 

"OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY THAT SHAPELY ASS IS MOVING," he grunted. "COME ON, 
OOOHHH, KEEP FLINGING YOUR BUTT THAT WAY. HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, WHAT AN 
ASS. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS ASS." 

His fingers kept on landing with thudding precision, pushing back and forth, 
ravaging the depths of her rectum. When he released his fingers from her 
anal passage, Steve Manners reached out and cupped the fingers of both hands 
tightly around the firmness of her silky smooth ass globes. She let out a 
grunt as he pinched her ass cheeks, then pushed his hard, throbbing spear 
forward. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I'M GONNA BE IN YOUR ASS," he called out ecstatically. 
"OHHHH, I'M GONNA PUSH MY PRICK. SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU 
GOOD AND HARD." 

His hard body rocked forward as he pushed his steaming shaft into the tender 
portals of her anal cleft. She let out a loud shriek, her hips and buttocks 
swaying from side to side as he rammed his hard, electrified shaft into her 
hot behind. 

"OOOHHH, I'M JUST GONNA HURT YOU FOR A LITTLE BIT," he grunted. "AAAHHH, 
WHAT FUCKING. DAMNED, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GONNA KEEP DOING IT. OHHHH, I'M 
GONNA KEEP SCREWING YOU. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GONNA SHOOT. SHOOT UP YOUR 
ASS." 

He could feel the scalding droplets of thick, white jissum storing up in his 
pulsating testicles as he kept on pushing his thundering cock forward, 
driving it deeply into her raved ass-hole. At first the olive-skinned 
Celeste let out an occasional squeal, feeling waves of pain from the red-hot 
shafting she was receiving, but finally she grew acclimated to his stiff, 
piercing thrusts as his jolting cock kept on working back and forth, driving 
with devastating swiftness up between her extended legs and into the tight 
burning depths of her rectum. He kept pushing his cock forward, gritting his 
teeth, grinding it into her sphincter as her eyes watered and rolled. Even 
though she could still feel quivering waves of pain from his quick, 
pulsating stabs, she was overwhelmed by the delirious waves of pleasure that 
coursed through her whole body. 

"OOOHHH, IT DOES FEEL GOOD, OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING MEEEE," she grunted. 

He loved the way that her captivating buttocks surged pendulously, swaying 
back and forth with ecstatic sweeps of writhing desire. 

Steve reached out and slapped at her buttocks, at first softly, then harder, 
pushing his swiftly pistoning prick that much deeper inside her, all the 
while pushing himself that much nearer to the pulsating climax of the act. 

"OOOHHHH, OOOHHH, GET READY, GET READY, GET READY," he sighed. 

A few scalding stabs later, the first few droplets of his thick, white fluid 
began to explode from the end of his.rock-hard mammoth organ. 

His throbbing testicles slapped against her ripely twisting nether cheeks as 
he watched the deluge hit. The thick, white droplets of his scalding sperm 
continued to spray inside of her burning anus as her hips moved back and 
forth. 

"OOOHHH, OHHH, AAAHHH, I'M OFFFF, I'M OOOOOOOFFFF," he grunted. 

His hands slapped fiendishly against her rapidly twisting ass cheeks for a 
few moments more, until the final few droplets of his thick, white fluid 
exploded from the end of his thundering, blue-veined spear. 

As he withdrew his cock from her ravaged behind and stretched out on the 
bed, Celeste looked at him and grinned. 

"How about embarking on our new arrangement as of tonight," she said. 

"You want me to stay over?" 

"Definitely. We can have a fuck in the morning. Before you go to work." 

"I've got lots of appointments tomorrow," he told her. "I've gotta be at the 
salon by nine." 

"I'll get you up," she said. "I'll see to it that you meet all of your 
commitments." 

"I guess I'll be keeping my apartment in the meantime as well," he winked. 
"I can keep that for business." 

"Oh, yes. Some of your ... more exclusive customers," she winked. 

"Definitely. This is the kind of arrangement I like. A steady piece of ass 
like you and no strings attached." 

"Few strings," she corrected. "We have to make sure that we keep your women 
on an exclusive level." 

"Don't worry, my dear. And the most exclusive one of all is the one whose 
ass I just fucked." He let out a loud laugh, reaching out and playfully 
spanking her buttocks. Things were going well for Steve Manners. So well, in 
fact, that he could hardly expect to improve upon them. He had Celeste and 
was able to hold on to the rest of his retinue as well. That was his idea of 
success! 


THE END
