Filling Her Tank
by Janet Wright


CHAPTER ONE 

Gloria Casey had been convinced that the world played the nastiest possible 
trick on her. 

The beautiful, blonde-haired young woman of twenty-eight had actually 
thought that she had received a break after her Uncle Mack had died, and she 
had discovered that, as his sole living heir, she would receive title to a 
gas station that he owned not far from Las Vegas, Nevada. 

Up until then Gloria's life had been pretty much in a turmoil. She was 
waiting on tables in a small restaurant in Flagstaff, Arizona, and, for the 
most part, feeling frustrated. She felt as if her life was going absolutely 
nowhere. It had been her dream at one point to meet the right man, somebody 
who hopefully had enough money to satisfactorily take care of her. What with 
the face and figure she possessed, she regarded that as anything but 
unreasonable. Both her parents had died in an automobile accident when she 
was a very young girl and she had been raised by foster parents who were 
not, on the whole, all that concerned about her best interests and so, from 
the time that she got out of high school she was very much on her own. She 
felt like the perennial little girl who had grown up on the wrong side of 
the tracks, and as a result she had to make do with her most formidable 
attributes, namely her face and figure. 

From the time that she started out on her own, the young woman knew what the 
score was, and so she was willing to pay the price, just as long as she 
thought it would bring her something. 

The thing that frustrated her the most was that, in the ten years following 
her high school graduation and the inception of her journey out on her own, 
she had yet to meet this handsome Prince Charming who would show her the 
way. Instead she met a succession of hit-and-run artists, men who were eager 
to use her face and figure to serve their own physical ends, after which 
they would then run the other way. A number of them were married and the 
others were too unstable to take a chance on. She generally found out about 
their instability when it was all too late. Either that or she knew about it 
in the beginning but recognized that she had to play along with them to get 
a job or to maintain it. She had a series of affairs with guys who managed 
various restaurants and cocktail bars where she would go to work for short 
periods of time. Eventually, whenever an employer would become just too 
overbearing or she would just plain tire of him sexually or for other 
reasons, she would then quit and obtain another job. 

In addition to the fact that the restaurant in Flagstaff where she was 
working was suffering from a loss of business as a result of a bigger and 
better restaurant that had moved in just down the block, and also because of 
the fact that she was getting tired of her married boss, who was constantly 
hitting her up for sexual favors to compensate for the frigidity of his 
wife, she regarded the news as a breath of fresh air. She had only met her 
Uncle Mack once, and she had liked him a lot. She felt sorry for the fact 
that he was gone, but since she could do nothing about that, she was happy 
that she at least had an opportunity to change locales and, in addition, to 
be truly on her own for the first time in her life. 

Before she had always been forced to work under somebody else, and usually, 
as mentioned earlier, forced into sexual subservience with a succession of 
different men. Now all that would change. She would be her own boss, the 
proprietor of Casey's Station, which was situated between Baker and Las 
Vegas. 

She climbed into her battered Volkswagen and drove from Flagstaff to the 
destination of the station. She stopped in Las Vegas and treated herself to 
one delightful evening on the town, celebrating with a steak dinner, several 
drinks, and a show at one of the top clubs. 

Just as she was walking out of the floor show she had attended, she observed 
a smiling man, exceptionally well dressed, looking at her. She decided to 
walk up to him, pretending she was interested in playing a nearby slot 
machine. Instead she thrust her breasts forward just enough so that he could 
see the ripeness of her breasts in the tight-fitting dress that she wore. 

"Good evening," he smiled. 

"Hello there." 

"Could I buy you a drink?" 

"I'm not opposed to the idea." 

Conversation followed in the cocktail lounge of the large hotel. It turned 
out that the man was a record promoter from Los Angeles who was there on 
business. As a matter of fact, he told her, he'd had a long conversation 
earlier that night with the same young male singer that she had seen in the 
floor show out of which she had just come. 

He suggested then that they adjourn to his suite, where he had a bottle of 
vodka and orange juice sent up. The man, who referred to himself as J.P., 
fixed himself and her several drinks, after which he then looked into her 
eyes and exclaimed hotly: "Hey, you're the best-lookin' stuff I've seen 
around here in the last six months. And I come to Vegas all the time." 

"Awful nice of you to say that, J.P.," the blonde winked. 

J.P. wasn't all that bad looking a man, and she liked the fact that he had a 
take-charge manner about him, the definite characteristic of the successful 
executive. Gloria Casey stared at him with her limpid blue eyes, turning him 
on all the more. Even though she tried not to make it obvious, she glanced 
down at his cock often enough so that she could see its increasing hardness. 

"How long you been in this town?" he asked her bluntly. 

"Just passin' through." 

"That's a good one. That's what they all say," he grinned. 

Loosened up by several drinks, he reached over and began to slide his 
fingers against the warmth of her thigh, letting his hand reach underneath 
her dress. His cock had swollen to its full length as he kept on staring at 
the beautiful, sensuous blonde who was supplying no resistance. 

"What do you mean by that?" she demanded, a little surprised by his 
response. 

"I mean, a gal stops here. She figures she'll set up shop, make herself 
plenty of money, then get out. So she says she's just passin' through. But 
sometimes they realize that the take is so lucrative they stick around. Make 
it home. At least until they can latch onto some guy." 

"Hang on a second, J.P. I don't think you're reading me right." 

"If ever I saw a gal who deserved a good grand a night, it's you," he said. 
"I mean, I've paid more, but I've never seen any better. And I've had some 
fantastic-lookin' showgirls, too. Sometimes I don't have to pay. Various 
clients will set me up with somebody. But you, honey, I'll go even beyond 
that. I'll pay you two grand. All you gotta do is spend the night with old 
J.P. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, we have breakfast and that's it. I 
got me a series of meetings anyway and by then I'll be in a great mood. 
Having had all this glorious pussy." 

"Wait just a second, now I see the misunderstanding," Gloria Casey burst 
into loud, almost delirious laughter. 

The handsome, graying executive stared at the young woman with disbelief. He 
dropped his hand from her thigh, then jumped up from the chair on which he'd 
been sitting. He wondered if Gloria Casey was taking leave of her senses. 

"What the hell's so damned funny?" J.P. asked in total bewilderment. 

"Honey, you got me wrong, you got me completely wrong," she said. 

J.P. watched as tears rolled down her eyes as a result of the gales of 
laughter she had experienced. 

"I don't get it, I don't get any of this," he said. "It's like we're both 
talking in different languages." 

"That's what I thought, too, until a few seconds ago. Now I see the whole 
score. You think I'm a professional. You think that I slink around these 
expensive clubs, just waiting for some guy to make me an offer I can't 
refuse. In short, that I'm a high-priced hooker. Isn't that right?" 

"Well, you're putting it a little more crudely than I would," J.P. gulped. 
"Let's just say that I figured you charged for services and, being as 
fantastic lookin' a woman as you are, I can sure understand it. You've got 
lots goin' for you, honey. I mean, those breasts. They turned me on right 
away. And that fantastic ass and the way you wiggle it. Ooowwee, that's 
fantastic, too. Then those sleek, gorgeous legs. I wondered for a second if 
maybe you weren't a dancer." 

"Naw, I don't dance, I'm not a showgirl. Like I said. I'm a gal passing 
through. My recently departed Uncle Mack, God rest his dear soul, left me, 
his only living heir, a gas station not far from Vegas. That's where I was 
heading. But before going there tomorrow to meet the real estate man who's 
taking care of the formalities. Well, I just decided that I'd stay here for 
the night. Then I saw you looking at me. Really giving me the eye. I thought 
it might be fun if maybe we did get acquainted. Things have just been kind 
of taking their course ever since then. Now you're offerin' me two grand. 
Okay, that's the kind of price tag I like. I could use a couple of grand, 
honey. You got that kind of money? Right in cash you can give me?" 

"I have," he nodded emphatically. 

"All right. Even though hooking doesn't happen to be my natural profession, 
I guess we all hook in one way or another, don't we?" 

"That's what life's all about. How do you think these big record deals are 
put together?" he grinned lewdly. 

"Yeah, I've been hearin' about that. Payolla, payoffs of all kind. Setting 
guys up with broads. That's one way of hooking. Then what about when a gal 
latches on to some guy? I mean, she's into him for the bread, right?" 

"That's sure as hell the way my old lady feels about it," he laughed, "even 
though, if I make an analogy just like you did, she'd want to scratch my 
eyes out." 

"Isn't that the way that it is so much of the time? People don't wanna hear 
the truth. Right?" 

"Absolutely. You're a square-shooter, though, and I guess you can tell that 
I am, too." 

"Absolutely right, honey. That's really lay in' it on the line. Two grand 
for one evening. Okay, as it so happened, I wasn't gonna do anymore than 
just go back to my little old room, which is a lot more modest than this 
nice palatial suite you've got here, and I would have been spending the rest 
of the night alone. This way I get to spend it in the charming company of a 
gentleman and make two thousand dollars. And the charming gentleman is happy 
to boot. So that's what I call a successful night." 

"Me, too," he gulped. "Okay, whether you're a pro or not, honey, you get 
that two grand. Fair enough?" 

"Yeah. So just give me the time to get out of this dress." 

"I will. I'm figurin' on pullin' off my suit about as fast as my hands can 
move. I mean, just look at this hard-on I've got. Just look at it." 

J.P. proudly reached down and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his 
stirring, rock-hard prick. His fingers thrust up and down the firm length of 
his bulging surface. He kept on pumping against the blue-veined surface of 
his phallic pole until, finally, he released his fingers from it. 

"I'm gonna get out of my suit," he declared. "You get out of that dress, 
honey. Oh, damned, I'm practically ready to juice just watchin' you get 
ready to strip." 

By then, Gloria Casey could not have felt more delighted. Here was a man 
that she would have been willing to spend the evening with devoid of any 
cash transaction. She had genuinely liked his brisk, confident manner and 
his rugged, appealing handsomeness. But now, having mistaken her for a 
high-priced call girl, she was going to make two thousand dollars for an 
evening she would have undoubtedly enjoyed for free. 

She eased out of her green dress, then slid her body downward on top of the 
bed. By then J.P. had already removed his shirt and trousers. As he tugged 
downward at his shorts, she stared in amazement at the blue-veined surface 
of his bulging, emphatically alive cock. 

Determined to excite him all that she could, she wiggled her buttocks 
seductively back and forth, watching as his eyes fastened tightly against 
the firm, compact surface of her ass orbs. She reached down finally and 
began tugging at her filmy white panties. She slid them slowly and 
provocatively down her sensuously warm, white thighs. Gloria made certain 
that her movements were slow enough so that he could fully digest and enjoy 
every stimulating moment that was transpiring. 

"OOOHHH, STRIP THOSE PANTIES OFF," he gulped. "COME ON, GLORIA HONEY. 
OOOHHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN YOU ARE. SWEETHEART, OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHH, 
WHAT A GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL WOMAN. YOU'RE GREAT, YOU'RE GREAT. YOU'RE 
ABSOLUTELY GREAT." 

She kept on gliding her panties down her legs, listening to the sensually 
alluring sounds of the filmy material coming into contact with her creamy 
smooth skin. After she dropped her panties low enough so that he could see 
her hair-fringed fissure, he promptly slid his shorts down his legs and 
jumped out of them. Once more he reached down and let his fingers glide 
against the firmness of his thick, mammoth cock. He stared down at her curly 
blonde pubic hairs, desiring every form of enticing physical contact with 
this gorgeous young woman. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE THE BEST, YOU'RE THE BEST, THE BEST I'VE EVER SEEN," he 
gasped. "YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL. I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA BE A FANTASTIC FUCK. 
OOOHHH, I CAN JUST TELL IT, TELL IT FROM THE WAY YOU WIGGLE THOSE FANTASTIC 
ASS GLOBES." 

She finished sliding her panties down her legs and off of her, after which 
Gloria then reached out and undid her bra straps, letting her brassiere fall 
free. She watched as the handsome record executive's eyes almost popped out 
of his head when he stared at the ripe fleshiness of her firm breasts. She 
recalled how she had initially enticed him by showing him her decolletage, 
but now he was seeing her in all her unimpeded beauty, staring at her firm, 
glorious ivory skin as his heart pounded relentlessly. 

He threw himself down on top of the bed, landing with a lurid plop. His 
fingers reached out and sharply grabbed hold of her firm, fleshy white 
thighs. He parted her legs, heaving a deep sigh. 

"OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA HAVE YOU, I'VE GOTTA HAVE YOU," he grunted. 

Within moments the highly aroused J.P. was sliding his swiftly pistoning 
tongue into the already wet, aroused warmth of her pink pussy. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP DRIVING, KEEP DRIVING WITH YOUR TONGUE," Gloria sighed 
with delight. "COME ON, MY DEAR. OHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE DRIVING. COME ON, 
OOOHHH, SLIDE IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HONEY. OHHHH, DARLING, 
GRIND IT. GRIND IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, OOOHHH, SUUUUUCK." 

Her thoroughly tantalized thighs kicked back and forth. She heaved deep, 
incessant gasps as he kept on sending his hot, stirring red tongue into the 
passionate inner depths of her wet, hotly alive vagina. 

As his tongue continued its cascading contact with the wetness of her 
searing slit, he let his fingers roam against the tight warmth of her 
inflamed buttocks. She instinctively manipulated her silky smooth ass globes 
from side to side, moving them with pendulous ecstasy as his fingers gripped 
them tightly. 

By then she was only a few strokes away from a wild and delirious orgasm. 
His tongue kept on shoving with cascading warmth, driving into the wetness 
of her thoroughly aroused, palpitating organ. 

After scraping his tongue several times against the budding node of her 
steaming clitoris, she knew that there was no way that she could hold back 
the thundering waves of orgasmic ecstasy that had to flow from her 
stirringly alive cunt. 

"OOOHHH, DARLING, OOOHHH, J.P., KEEP DRIVING YOUR TONGUE," she sighed. 
"OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. COME ON, OOOHHH, PLANT 
IT, BABY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT MOVING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK 
MEEEE, OOOHHH, OHHHH, DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, AAAAAHHH." 

She listened to the fervent sounds of her buttocks slapping resoundingly 
against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her as her tempestuous lover 
continued driving his steaming red tongue into the blazing depths of her 
sodden cuntal furrow. 

Gloria wrapped her slightly sweaty legs around his temples. The scraping 
contact of her taut ivory thighs pushing against his head on both sides, 
only prompted him to slide his tongue that much more rapidly as he pushed it 
into the burning depths of her steaming triangle. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, THIS IS IIIITTTT," she warned. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP 
DRIVING WITH YOUR TONGUE. YES, OOOHHH, SLIDE IT INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, SLIDE IT 
REAL NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GO. OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING. YES, OOOHHH, 
REALLY SHOOTING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOOHHHH." 

She kept on flinging her buttocks deliriously from side to side, gasping and 
sighing as the spurting juices sprayed from her fiery fissure and into her 
lover's mouth. His rampaging tongue kept on seeking out every glorious, 
delightful drop of her feminine nectar until, ultimately, there was none 
left. 

While his tongue had continued to cascade inside the wetness of her 
exploding pussy, she had reached out and ran her fingers solidly up and down 
against the firm surface of his back. 

When she turned her fingers loose from his back, her handsome lover stared 
down at his firm, fully aroused organ. 

"Just look at this prick," he told her with a delightful smile surfacing on 
his face. "It's ready. It's never been more ready." 

"Oh, darling, it's such a fantastic-looking cock," she winked. "I love the 
looks of it." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Determined to enjoy this evening to the fullest, encouraged with the 
knowledge that she would be making two thousand dollars for something she 
enjoyed anyway, the beautiful blonde reached out and grabbed hold of the 
bloated length of J.P.'s solidly erect throbbing penis. 

Up and down her fingers methodically pumped. Finally she reached down and 
let her tongue slowly tantalize the tip of his fluid-filled organ. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S DRIVING ME WIIIIILD," he thundered. "COME ON, HONEY. 
OHHHH, TEASE IT WITH YOUR HOT TONGUE. HOW I WANT IT, OOOHHH, I WANT IT, I 
WANT IT, I NEED IT." 

His hairy, muscular legs trembled and his whole body spasmed as the 
beautiful blonde thoroughly took charge of matters. It made Gloria feel good 
to know that she was having this kind of effect on a sophisticated man of 
the world, and she even felt decidedly flattered that he had thought of her 
as a high-priced call girl. If she had decided to go that route, she 
thought, she would be successful at it, every bit as successful as he 
construed her to be. 

As for now, being a one-night stand call girl, she would make the most of 
it. Her tongue slid slowly and meticulously against the tip of his erect 
prick for a few more strokes, after which she then started to manipulate it 
with torrid determination against the full length of his bloated spear. Up 
and down her tongue methodically pumped, manipulating with increasing 
rapidity against the full length of his steaming dagger. While she fervently 
sucked against the full length of his throbbing prick, she reached down and 
let her fingers glide against the warmth of his bloated testicles. 

"OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP HOLDING ONTO MY NUTS," he gasped. "OOOHHH, I LOVE THE 
COMBINATION OF ACTION. I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOUR TONGUE'S MOVING. I LOVE THE 
WAY IT'S EXPLORING MY LONG, HARD PRICK. I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOUR FINGERS ARE 
GRABBING HOLD OF MY BALLS. THAT'S IT. OOOHHH, CLUTCH THEM NICE AND TIGHT, 
DARLING. REALLY CLUTCH THEM. SUCK ME. OHHHH, WHAT A WOMAN YOU ARE. OOOHHH, 
YOU'RE FANTASTIC. WHAT A BLOW-JOB ARTIST. YOU COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER. OHHHH, 
GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF." 

It made her feel good to know that she was going over so big with this 
obviously important executive. As her tongue kept on gliding and sliding 
along the firm warmth of his penis, and as her fingers clutched tightly and 
sharply against the warmth of his balls, he pushed tautly against the warmth 
of her jiggling breasts. What with all the rapid-fire activity in which she 
was engaging, her firm alabaster globes could not help but jiggle and 
undulate sharply under the routine that was taking place. He let his fingers 
clasp against their firmness as her tongue kept on sweeping wildly against 
the full length of his steaming pole. At first she had measured her strokes 
more cautiously, but now she was determined to bring him off, to grind her 
tongue with great fervence up and down the full length of his elongated 
staff until every drop of his thick, white liquid had exploded from the end 
of his searing man meat. 

"COME ON, KEEP SUCKING ME, KEEP SUCKING ME, KEEP DRIVING YOUR TONGUE," he 
cried out with increasing urgency. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK. DARLING, OHHHH, 
SUCK IT OFF. YEAH, OOOHHH, SUCK ME. WHAT A BLOW JOB ARTIST. OOOHHH, HONEY, 
OHHHHH, I LOVE IT." 

Tightly she clasped her sensuous red lips around the tip of his mammoth 
spear. All the while her sweeping tongue moved with unencumbered ecstasy, 
driving up and down the full length of his turgid organ as she pushed him 
that much nearer to the state of a rampaging orgasm, when all the stirring 
white liquid would explode from the end of his stiff, inflamed penis. 

"COME ON, OHHHH, SUCK ME, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE, REALLY SUCK ME," he shrieked 
ecstatically, "OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A WOMAN YOU ARE. OHHHH, I WANT IT, OHHHH, 
HOW I WANT IT. THAT TONGUE, OHHH, THE WAY IT'S SWEEPING. THE WAY YOU'RE 
DRIVING IT. COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF." 

By then his hips and ass cheeks were spasming right and left, working 
earnestly as he pushed his stiff prick forward, shoving it against the 
clasping depths of her mouth. All the while he listened to the loud 
suctioning sounds of her steaming tongue as it thoroughly took charge of 
things, working up and down the full length of his hot, inflamed pecker. 

The louder that J.P.'s gasps became, the faster that the beautiful, 
thoroughly aroused Gloria maintained her fervent sucking pace as she drove 
him that much closer to the state of an ecstatic explosion. Every now and 
then she would reach down and clutch tightly at his balls, teasing them with 
her firm strokes, massaging them and cupping them in her fingers as she kept 
on promptly asserting her tongue, driving it up and down the full length of 
his fleshy cudgel, pushing him ever onward in his pursuit of a stimulating 
orgasm. 

"COME ON, OOOHHH, FASTER, FASTER, DO IT TO ME FASTER," he sighed. "COME ON, 
HONEY. OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT, OOOHHH, HOW I NEED IT. WHAT A TONGUE. WHAT A 
FANTASTIC TONGUE. COME ON, EAT MY PRICK. REALLY EAT IT. BRING ME OFF. 
OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK ME. OHHHH, HOW I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME." 

He reached out and let his fingers clutch urgently against the smoothness of 
her silky blonde hair. Up and down he worked them against the radiance of 
her hair as it scattered about her entire face from the combination of his 
finger attention and her own relentless head bobbing. By then he had been 
pushed to the very brink of orgasm, and he knew that it would be just a few 
more moments before he would experience his delirious explosion. 

"OHHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SLIDE YOUR HOT TONGUE," he exclaimed. "COME ON, 
HONEY. OOOHHH, SUCK, COME ON, OHHHH, SUCK IT OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, HERE WE GO. 
OH, HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A DELUGE. I'VE GOT IT ALL STORED UP. OHHHH, EAT ME, 
EAT ME, EAT MY PRICK JUICE. IT'S GONNA SHOOT. OHHHH, IT'S GONNA SPRAY. IT'S 
GONNA SPILL OUT OF THE END OF MY PRICK." 

His body rocked back and forth with great enthusiasm. He stiffened his hips 
and buttocks, after which his face reddened and he heaved one loud, last 
deep sigh. 

"OOOHHHH, OOOHHHH, THERE I GOOOO," he proclaimed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, I WANT 
YOU TO GET IT. ALL OF IT. OOOHHH, SWALLOW THE STUFF. SWEETHEART, OHHH, GET 
EVERY DROP OF IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S NICE. YES, OOOHHH, WHAT FANTASTIC 
SUCKING. OHHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, SUCK ME OFF. YES, OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME. 
OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

His buttocks flailed from side to side as he heaved another deep gasp, 
watching as the thick white fluid began to explode from the end of his 
thundering cock. 

He shoved his prick forward, thoroughly alive in a state of quivering 
ecstasy. He observed the spraying sperm that completely engulfed her mouth. 

The blonde beauty was determined to catch every drop of his flaming orgasm. 
Back and forth her tongue whipped as she caught the salty sperm. 

When she released her tongue from his cock, licking her lips and smiling, he 
reached out and ran his fingers once more through her hair. 

"You're a winner," he exclaimed. "I couldn't have had a more passionate blow 
job if I'd been paying two million dollars." 

"I'm afraid that would be out of even your price range," she teased. 

"You know, you're absolutely right," he chuckled, reaching down and fondly 
clutching her buttocks. "Honey, you're the type of woman I could fuck and 
fuck and fuck again." 

"You're the kind of guy I like to do it with," she said. "There's no beating 
around the bush, no bullshit, none of that stuff. You're just straight up 
front, and once you get into it you screw with no holds barred." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

After Gloria Casey had sucked J.P.'s cock to a stimulating climax, and they 
had fondled each other and joked for several minutes, the prominent record 
executive threw his arms out, stretched out on the bed, and yawned. 

"Honey, I think we could use a little sleep," he softly suggested. 

"Fine with me." 

"See ya' a little later." 

Even though she had made it a point not to show any emotion, it had 
surprised Gloria to see that J.P. was apparently satisfied. She had been of 
the impression that he would want to get in all the fucking he possibly 
could before morning and, breakfast, and after that, the important meeting 
that he had alluded to earlier. 

She lay stretched out on the bed, staring over at his prone figure. In a 
matter of moments he was sleeping soundly, snoring as he lay there, eyes 
tightly shut, oblivious to the rest of the world. 

Gloria shrugged nonchalantly, then closed her eyes. After all, the beautiful 
blonde concluded, he was paying two grand for the privilege of fucking her, 
and if a pussy suck and blow job was sufficient to serve his ends, then that 
was fine. She had enjoyed screwing with him, loving his wild, uninhibited 
manner. 

A few hours later, at several minutes past three in the morning, she found 
herself being awakened out of a sound sleep. She felt the insistent tug at 
her shoulder, and as she looked up, she observed the naked body of J.P. 
crouching over her in the darkness of the room. 

"I just needed a little rest," he winked. "Now I'm ready to fuck you again." 

"Fine." 

"You see. Some guys want to just keep going and going and going. I look at 
it a little different. I stop for awhile, have myself some rest, and then 
I'm ready to bounce back for more. If I'm all that turned on I'm gonna wake 
up. Just like I did now." 

"Whatever," she shrugged. "How does the saying go?" 

"Different strokes for different folks?" 

"Yeah, that's it." 

They both laughed. Gloria stared down at the ever-hardening length of the 
handsome record executive's cock. 

"Do you want me to tug on this a little?" she asked. 

"Yeah. Just don't start suckin' on it, though. You're such a terrific mouth 
girl that if you started sucking, I might let you finish the job." 

"Would that be so bad?" 

"You know better than that," he smiled. "No, it wouldn't be bad at all. It's 
just that I wanna do things a little different the next time." 

"That's what I figured." 

"I like a little variety in sex. Particularly when I've got a gorgeous piece 
of ass like you. The old wife gives me a good screw at home, and she damn 
well better, considering the elegant lifestyle I'm giving her. But you know 
how it goes. Wives can sometimes take their husbands for granted. They'll 
give out as much as they think they should, and after that they'll stop. So 
I really look forward to cutting loose on some of these trips. Particularly 
when I tie in to something like you. What a body you've got, honey. I love 
that nice firm flesh. Firm yet nice and smooth. Ohhh, I love running my 
fingers over it." 

To emphasize his point, J.P. reached down and let his fingers slide warmly 
against the smoothness of her ivory thighs. After that he reached down and 
both hands gripped tightly against the fleshy warmth of her ripe, firm 
buttocks. 

"What nice ass cheeks," he said. "I love to squeeze them. Okay, Gloria 
honey. While I'm squeezing these nice ass cheeks, how about you pumpin' up 
and down on my prick. Can you do that for me?" 

"Of course I can." 

"Then let's do it." 

"Fine. Fine and dandy." 

Now the mystery had been completely solved. Gloria had been more than a 
little surprised over J.P.'s willingness to terminate their sex after the 
wild blow job that she had provided for him. But all he wanted was a little 
rest, and now there he was, itching for more. 

Determined to supply J.P. with as much in the way of erotic excitement as 
she could, the blonde reached down and made a grab for his cock. She teased 
the tip of it, feeling the firm warmth of his tugging fingers as he let them 
crisply glide against her ass cheeks. He continued to squeeze her searing 
buttocks as her fingers started to curl around the circumference of his 
tingly organ. Up and down she began to stroke, and as she did, she could see 
just how quickly his penis was snapping to attention. 

"Oh, honey, you'll be right back up there to where you were before," she 
smiled with delight. "You've got a fantastic hard-on. A magnificent cock." 

"You bet I have," he nodded. "So come on, honey. Move your fingers up and 
down my long prick. Really slide them. Ooohhh, I like that. Come on, move 
them faster. I like the finger action. Ohhh, grab hold of my hard rod. 
Really give me a workout. Ohhh, honey, this is so nice." 

He began to purr and sigh, and the faster that her fingers worked as they 
maintained their whirlwind pace against the full length of his organ, the 
tighter in turn that he squeezed the succulent, ripe globes of her ass 
flesh. 

Finally, after his stiff prick had attained full erection, and was every bit 
as aroused as it had been prior to his last orgasm, he called a halt to her 
finger action. She released her fingers from his hard spear, after which she 
stretched out on her back, extending her trim white legs and showing him the 
searing pinkness of her moistened pussy. 

"Oh, honey, do you ever look good," he told her. "Reach down there and play 
with your twat. I wanna see you finger it." 

She nodded slowly, then reached down with her right hand, allowing her 
fingers to come into electrifying contact with the heat of her vagina. Her 
hips and buttocks glided methodically, working back and forth as she 
continued to manipulate her fingers inside of her flaming cunt. She kept up 
her solid finger action until the juices were ready to spurt from her pussy. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I'M GONNA JUUUUUUICE," she told him. 

"Keep them going just a few more strokes," he grinned. "I think every man 
who really appreciates sex has a voyeur side to him. Mine's getting turned 
on right now, honey, watching you play with your beautiful pussy. Yes, 
you're ready to explode. You're gonna explode in your fingers." 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE I GOOOOO," she declared. 

Her hips and buttocks ground methodically against the bed beneath her as the 
juices spurted from her pussy and into her hand. As she released her fingers 
from her exploded pussy, the handsome, determined J.P. shoved his body 
forward, landing on top of her as he hurled his hard, inflated man meat 
toward her fleshy, enticing white boobs. 

"I'm gonna fuck your tits," he gasped passionately. 

"I love it. Honey, you're uninhibited. You really love to fuck." 

"You're damned right I do. I wanna just grind my hard, stiff meat against 
your breasts. Ohhh, I like that kind of action. I love it, really love it." 

"Come on, fuck me. Yes, ooohhh, drive it against my tits. Honey, ohhh, 
really let your cock charge." 

He pushed his piercing pole back and forth, letting it manipulate against 
the firm warmth of her breasts. After several minutes of rapid-fire 
activity, he withdrew his cock from her succulent globes, then reached down 
and made a grab for her thighs. 

"Here I go," he declared. "This is what I've been waiting for. A chance to 
fuck your fantastic pussy. I loved watching you finger it. I loved sucking 
it. So now my stiff cock's gonna grind against it." 

"Come on, ooohhh, fuck me there," she begged. "Give me a good screw. Ohhh, 
come on, fuck my mound. Give me a fantastic drilling." 

As his fingers moved up and down against her sleek, white legs, he pushed 
his hard, inflamed phallic pole forward, watching as it worked its way 
inside the fiery tightness of her velvety triangle. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THAT'S NIIICE," she sighed. "COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING 
ME. YES, OOOHHH, SEND YOUR PRICK INSIDE ME. SCREW ME, OOOHHH, GIVE ME A NICE 
SCREW. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. OHHH, FUCK, COME ON, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE." 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A NICE TWISTING BUTT," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, I LOVE 
THE WAY YOU'RE MOVING IT. COME ON, DARLING. LET IT GLIDE. LET'S REALLY MAKE 
MUSIC. BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS MUSIC. THIS IS MY KIND OF FUCKING. THIS IS MY 
KIND OF SCREW. OOOHHHH, OHHHHHH, WHIP THOSE ASS CHEEKS. REALLY WHIP THEM 
INTO HIGH GEAR. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIS." 

He gasped and sighed, continuing to drive his hard, pounding pecker inside 
the burning depths of her fire-filled vagina. He loved the tightness of her 
clasping pussy muscles as she shoved her butt back and forth, letting her 
whole body rotate as she lay skewered against the full length of his hard, 
rampaging cock, which continued to slide and thrust with pistoning 
determination inside of her. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A WILD ASS," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP ON 
WORKING IT. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP ON FLINGING THAT BUTT. THAT BEAUTIFUL 
BUTT." 

His Fingers closed in against the tightness of her silky, rapidly twisting 
globes. The harder that his fingers clutched, the faster that he kept up his 
determined, rampaging cock stabs as he worked himself that much closer to 
the state of orgasm. He could feel the fiery sensations in his loins, along 
with the tantalizing quivering sensations in his cock and balls as he kept 
on shoving his stiff, skewering pole into the burning depths of her seething 
vaginal cauldron. 

Finally the tremulous, sweating blonde could not withstand anymore of this 
kind of wild excitement. The juices had to explode from her pussy, and as 
she rocked her hips back and forth, the juices spilled from her seething 
slit. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP UP THE FUUUUUCK," she sighed. "OOOHHH, DARLING, 
OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING. YES, OOOHHHH, KEEP ON FUCKING ME. OHHHHH, OOOHHH, GO 
AHEAD AND DO IT. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK!" Her hips slid back and forth 
as he kept on moving his hard, stirring pole into the quivering depths of 
her vagina. Deliriously he hammered away, and all the while he could feel 
the quivering sensations continuing to mount in his tumid shaft. He itched 
with lascivious passion and undiluted need, and was eager to explode his 
burning liquids inside of the tightness of her pussy. 

A few hard, shattering stabs later, he could no longer hold back the 
thundering deluge of cock juice that needed to explode from the end of his 
torrid, erect shaft. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE IT IIIISSS," he sighed. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, THE 
STUFF'S SHOOTING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SPLASHED OUT OF THERE. OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL." 

His steaming pole kept on pushing into the inner tightness of her throbbing 
vagina. His fingers roamed up and down her sleek, white legs as the final 
few drops of his thundering explosion spilled from the end of his flaming 
cock. 

A few minutes later J.P. was asleep once more. Several minutes after that 
Gloria joined him. 

J.P. awakened her once more, this time at a few minutes past seven. He 
informed her that he would be leaving his room at a few minutes past eight, 
and that he'd ordered room service to bring them some breakfast. 

"Would you like to use the shower, honey?" he asked. "I already showered. 
The waiter'll be up in just a bit." 

"Fine," Gloria said. 

He watched as she eased her naked body up from the bed. He loved the manner 
in which her compact ass cheeks wiggled as she walked, and J.P. had to 
finally turn his head away for fear that he would get all steamed up and 
have to fuck this blonde beauty once more before having to go to his 
meeting. 

After taking a luxurious shower, she emerged refreshed from the bathroom. By 
then the waiter had come and gone, leaving a tray full of breakfast items. 
What with all the sex that they had both enjoyed, they ate heartily, after 
which the record executive reached into his wallet and peeled out some large 
bills. 

"Count it," he said grinningly after handing the money to Gloria. I think it 
comes to two thousand dollars." 

Gloria counted the money. 

"Yes, right on the nose." 

"Well, I guess that's it, honey. It's sure been nice knowing you, Gloria. 
I'm sure that you're gonna be a success no matter where you are or what 
you're doing." 

"Thank you, J.P." 

He leaned forward, kissing her lips affectionately. A few minutes later she 
was behind the wheel of her Volkswagen, preparing to go back to her small 
room at the motel just off the Strip. There she would gather together her 
belongings, pay her bill, for a room that she had not even slept in, after 
which she would be on her way to her gas station, the one she had inherited 
from her uncle. 

Gloria could not help but feel a tremendous wave of triumph sweep through 
her whole body over the fact that J.P. had been so impressed by her that he 
had given her two thousand dollars. The two thousand constituted a windfall, 
a pleasant surprise. Gloria was convinced that everything was going her way 
now, and that her gas station enterprise would be a tremendous success. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Now that Gloria's night in Las Vegas was no more than a distant memory, she 
had plunged into her new venture. 

In the six months that transpired since she had driven from Flagstaff to her 
new acquisition, her Uncle Mack's gas station in Nevada, she had found her 
hopes dashed. During much of that frustrating period the beautiful Gloria 
was all by herself. 

She had imagined the gas station being in at least a halfway interesting 
location, not far from Las Vegas. Instead it was farther away from the 
pulsating city than she would have liked. In addition to that, the station 
was not situated on the main road at all, but was on a dusty side road. The 
only way to reach it was to get on either the small roads in that barren 
part of the desert, or else, on the other hand, to get off of the main 
highway leading to Las Vegas. 

At first she hired a young man to serve as a mechanic and also to acquaint 
her with the finer points of running a gas station. After several months she 
had to let him go. The station was not realizing enough to keep both of them 
going. 

So there she'd been, stranded on a dusty road, out in the middle of the 
desert. She could stare for miles either way, and most of the time it was 
just her and the wilderness. 

Behind the station was a small one-bedroom house. Often, discouraged by the 
fact that there weren't enough customers, she would close the station early 
in the afternoon. After that she would drive down to a small market situated 
some three miles away from her station. She would buy some Scotch, go back 
to her small house, and get loaded, immersing herself in pity. 

Time and again she had recalled that wonderful evening with J.P., the record 
executive. She would have liked to have resumed acquaintance with him, but 
knew that that was impossible, considering the fact he'd told her that he 
was married, and that his wife was the kind of woman who made many demands 
on him. 

It bothered her that here she was, admittedly a beautiful young woman in the 
prime of life, being forced to endure the tragedy of running a gas station 
in the middle of nowhere. Many evenings she almost literally cried herself 
to sleep. About the only thing that she had to be thankful for was that at 
least the television reception wasn't all that bad and she got the Las Vegas 
stations without any problems. That reminded her of what life was like away 
from the station. 

Occasionally she would go into Las Vegas, but only rarely. For one thing, 
she had to keep the station open on weekends to secure what little business 
she could. The same applied during the week. When she did go in, she had so 
very little money and was so despondent over her condition that it only 
seemed to make things worse, recognizing that there were so many people who 
were apparently getting along, able to make a go of things economically, 
whereas she was vegetating, just sitting most of the time waiting for 
customers that would never arrive at her gas station. 

She thought about what had happened with J.P., and wondered if maybe 
lightning would strike twice. Somehow, however, she just couldn't bring 
herself to get out there and attempt to entice another man, even though she 
knew she could make some money, probably not any two thousand dollars in one 
evening, but a fairly tidy sum. 

Then, all of a sudden, just when things appeared to be at their gloomiest, 
the gas crisis hit. 

Even though she was located off the main highway, there was a sign that Mack 
had maintained for years advertising the existence of her station, and how 
it could be reached by taking the next exit. 

The sign had, in the past, brought her very little business. The only people 
who stopped generally were individuals who just happened to be reaching the 
empty mark on their gas tanks and feared perhaps running out of gas before 
arriving in Las Vegas. 

Now the situation had changed entirely. What with the fact that she did have 
a gas station, and that it was reasonably accessible if one would just take 
the exit in question and drive two miles north, she began to receive groups 
of customers. 

They would line up at her station early in the morning, buying up all of her 
available allotment of gas. Whereas in the past she had scarcely ever sold 
out, now she was doing it on a regular basis. People who were frantic to get 
to Las Vegas to gamble were pulling into her station even before her eight 
o'clock opening schedule. 

Since she was able to sell her entire allotment during the course of a 
two-hour period daily, she finally decided to operate her station between 
eight and ten. After that she could just enjoy the rest of the day as she 
saw fit. 

What seemed to excite her in some ways even more than the sudden flow of 
cash, however, was that now she was in contact with people. Little had she 
realized how much she had taken for granted this fact in the past. Her 
experience all alone in the desert wilderness was now making her more 
appreciative of human contact in virtually any form. 

One of the things that had bothered the beautiful, voluptuous young woman 
during that bleak six-month period was her lack of contact with the opposite 
sex. During the years she had, whenever she wanted it, had access to plenty 
of sex. The various restaurants and cocktail bars where she had been 
employed had contained scores of available men. All she had to do was just 
smile, or even less, and a man would be on the scene, ready to jump into the 
sack with her at the first convenient opportunity. 

Her problem was that, even though there were plenty of men coming around, 
she was busy pumping gas during the two-hour period, after which she then 
closed her station. Not only that, but the two hours were so nerve wracking 
that it took her awhile to get her equilibrium after she closed her station. 
People would be frantic to obtain gas. Not only were there the gamblers and 
vacationers who were heading for Las Vegas. In addition, she began to 
service a number of truck drivers who were concerned about meeting their 
schedules. 

Several times she had to use her feminine wiles to break up potential fist 
fights involving prospective customers, who, given the tension of gas 
shortages and the heat of the desert, saw their tempers grow short. 

One bright, hot July morning, as she was preparing to close the station, 
pumping gas for the final few cars in line, she observed a long red truck 
pull into the station. As the driver pulled to a halt behind the last car in 
the row, a station wagon containing a white-haired man and his bespectacled 
wife, she hung a sign on the station wagon which said: LAST CAR TO BE 
SERVED. 

As she attached the sign to the rear window of the car, the truck driver 
climbed out of his large rig and stalked rapidly toward her. He was wearing 
tight-fitting blue jeans and a white T-shirt, which showed off the lines of 
his sinewy, bulging biceps. He was a well-built, dark-haired young man who 
looked as if he was ready to fight the entire world, if necessary. 

"Good morning," Gloria Casey smiled engagingly. 

"I don't see what the hell's good about it," he snarled angrily. 

"I'm sorry. I take it you're angry about the fact that you got here just a 
few minutes too late." 

"You're goddamned right I am," he exploded. "Oops. I'm sorry, Miss. No need 
to be cussin' in front of you." 

"Listen, I've said a lot worse myself. Not only that, but I've been hearin' 
a lot of talk like that." 

"I guess so. You're right on the firing line. Unusual for a woman to be 
pumpin' gas. Seen a few of 'em, but not too many." 

"It's even more unusual for a woman to own a station," she grinned broadly, 
showing the darkhaired man her glistening, even, white teeth. 

"You own this place?" 

"That's right." 

"Hell, you ought to have yourself a gold mine." 

"I'm making money now, but it was anything but profits for a long time. I 
hardly had any customers before, as a matter of fact." 

"Oh, yeah. This gas shortage took care of all that," he said. "These 
goddamned oil companies. Greedy sons-of-bitches. Don't trust any of 'em. Not 
a damned one!" 

"I'm sorry about your predicament." 

"Listen. Sorry about my cussin'. Now just tell me to shut up if I do it 
again." 

"Nah. You've just got to let off a little steam. Hope you can find another 
station." 

"Do my damned best. Got a whole load of lumber there that I've got to get to 
Salt Lake City. The sooner the better. Oh, well. Guess it just ain't my 
day." 

She went back to pumping gas, staring in the direction of the tall, 
muscular, dark-haired truck driver, who stalked angrily toward the Coke 
machine at the front of the station. She saw him flip a coin into the 
machine and remove a Coke, which he eagerly began to gulp down swiftly. He 
walked back to where she was pumping the gas. 

"Say, so I'll know next time, just what time do you usually finish pumpin' 
gas?" he asked. 

"I pump between eight and ten." 

"Okay. I'll be makin' a mental note of that. For the next time I come by 
here." 

"You travel this route often?" 

"Pretty often," he said. "It's a damned fucking shame. Might be late with 
the whole shipment because of this." 

She took a good long look at the handsome truck driver. Earlier that morning 
she had been recalling with great vividness how enjoyable that evening had 
been with J.P. in his hotel suite. The last time she'd had sex was with the 
young man she had employed, and that had been quick and far from satisfying. 
How she would have loved to invite this handsome truck driver, who she was 
confident would be quite a stud, into her house. 

Wait a minute she thought, as she finished pumping gas into the Ford 
Mustang. Just maybe there was the prospect of getting sex from him if only 
she played her cards right. 

After the man in the Ford had given her his Master Charge, and had signed 
the billing, she decided that she would explore the possibility of getting 
to know the truck driver better. 

"By the way, my name is Gloria," she said, staring into his dark eyes. 

At least sipping the Coke and having a chance to talk to her had calmed him 
down somewhat. No longer was he smoldering and cursing out the oil 
companies. 

"Hi there," he said. "My name's Stan. Sorry about the way I was acting 
before." 

"No problem. You really need that as, huh?" 

"Sure as hell do." 

"How badly do you need it?" she asked. 

"Got to get to Salt Lake. It's damned important." 

"Do just about anything to get it?" 

"Anything within reason," he shrugged. "I ain't about to go out and commit a 
crime." 

Gloria burst into laughter. 

"Nobody expects you to commit a crime," she said. "That isn't necessary. 
I'll tell you what I'm thinking about." 

"Let's hear it. Like I said, if it isn't a crime, I'm all for it. I've got 
to get that gas and get to Salt Lake." 

"All right, Stan, my dear. I'm thinking of a little bit of you." 

"Come again?" he looked at her quizzically. 

"I want your prick. That big, juicy-looking instrument between your legs. 
I'll bet you can wield one like a club." 

Stan was immediately taken aback by the beautiful blonde's verbal boldness. 

"I don't believe I'm hearin' you right," he said. 

"Come on now, Stan. You work as a truck driver. You shouldn't be that bowled 
over by a woman talking bluntly." 

"But a beautiful woman like you. I mean, comin' on and talkin' that way. 
Usually it's the guys who do the chasing. My truck driver buddies. I mean, 
they're all over women, but it's the guys who are doin' the chasin'." 

"How about you? You didn't mention yourself." 

"Me? I'm a happily married man." 

"But you wouldn't mind gettin' a little piece on the side from somebody like 
me, would you? My face and figure aren't all that bad, are they?" 

"If you've ever looked in a mirror you oughta' know better'n ask a question 
like that," Stan said. "You're beautiful. I mean, you've got a fantastic 
body. And that face. You've got all the tools, honey." 

"Then why treat me like I'm ugly?" 

"I ain't treatin' you like you're ugly." 

"It sure seems that way." 

"Why's that?" 

"I mean, you're actin' like you're so reluctant. A few minutes ago you said 
you'd do anything that wasn't a crime. Isn't that right?" 

"Yeah, that's so." 

"Well, this isn't a crime." 

"In a manner of speakin' it sure is. The way that I look at things, anyway. 
And the way that my wife looks at them." 

"Come on now," she laughed. "I'll tell you, Stan. Here you are a handsome 
stud of a man. Broad shoulders. Nicely muscled body. You're alone all that 
time on these trucks. Don't tell me your wife doesn't suspect something." 

"I'm tellin' you she don't. She don't because I've been damned good. I've 
been a perfect husband, unfortunately." 

"Then she's no doubt wondering why you aren't out humping an occasional 
good-lookin' woman during your travels." 

"No. We don't look at it that way," he shook his head emphatically. "We 
think about marriage like it really means something." 

"But, honey, it wouldn't hurt you one solitary bit." 

"You'd make that a condition for me getting gas?" 

"Yeah. What's so strange about that?" 

"I mean, a beautiful woman like you. You ought to have your pick of men." 

"Not out in the middle of the desert here, honey. Not when I've gotta be 
runnin' this gas station. Say, just a second. The tank's full and I've gotta 
collect some money from these people. Doin' all this talkin' to you is 
slowin' me down, anyway. I see these people lookin' more and more 
impatient." 

"What the hell. They're at least gettin' the gas," he snarled. "I ain't 
gettin' anything." 

"Stick around. Just relax. Finish your Coke. We'll talk as soon as I get 
finished with the last car. As you can see, the line's movin' toward the 
end." 

"Yeah. I see that." 

"Have you got any other places in mind where you can get gas?" 

"You know better than that," he scowled. "Damned oil company rip-off 
bastards." 

"Cussin' them and cussin' anybody else isn't gonna get your gas." 

"No. That's true." 

"Then just wait, huh? I'll be with you in a minute." 

Stan nodded slowly, turned on his heel and walked back toward the front of 
the station. He sat down in a chair where Gloria often sat when there were 
no customers. Back in the days before the gas crisis hit. 

He could not help but periodically stare at her shapely form, which fit 
snugly into the pair of black slacks she wore with her white blouse, through 
which he could see the jutting firmness of her fleshy breasts. Stan had to 
admit that, as loyal a husband as he was, here was a woman that he would 
like to see nude. 

Not that he was going to succumb to his passionate curiosity, mind you. No, 
she said she wanted to talk to him some more, and for that reason he would 
wait until she finished serving gas and collecting money from the last car 
in line. After that they would do some more dickering, and he would, by 
using his charms and telling her how badly he needed the gas, obtain it 
without having to provide her with sex. 

He thought about some of his trucking buddies and what a nut they would 
accuse him of being at this moment. Any one of them would have given their 
eye teeth to jump into the sack with this voluptuous blonde beauty who 
called herself Gloria. A number of them were married, also, but he and his 
wife had always fallen into a different pattern. They had said "I do" and 
they meant just that. 

That was the rule of thumb that Stan followed during his five years of 
marriage. Oh, there had been a few occasions on the road when, as a horny, 
robust man, he had either thought of pursuing a good-looking waitress or, in 
turn, had had more than one of them stare at him with a look of lustful 
curiosity, upon which he would have to back down, often when his emotions 
were telling him to do the very opposite. 

Despite all those other temptations, however, not one of them had even come 
close to presenting the kind of challenge that Gloria did at this moment, 
when she was not only offering herself, but emphatically telling him that if 
he wanted to obtain special privilege and get some gas after she had closed 
for the entire day, and after her day's average allotment had been taken 
care of, then he would have to accommodate her in the realm of sex. 

It really was a strange situation. Just looking at her caused his huge cock 
to quiver with excitement. Yes, it was beginning to harden appreciatively, 
and as he observed her bending over, his cock hardened some more as he 
stared at the firmness of her ass cheeks, which fit so tightly and snugly 
into her black slacks. 

Before long, just as he was gulping down the last few drops of his Coke, he 
observed Gloria making change for the man and the woman in the station 
wagon, the car that had pulled in just ahead of his truck, and as a 
consequence cost him his opportunity to get gas without any strings 
attached. 

As the station wagon drove off, he rose slowly from the chair and walked 
over to talk to Gloria. 

"Now I'd sure be much obliged if you'd get to sellin' me that gas," Stan 
looked at her with urgency. "As a matter of fact, I'll even pay you extra. 
How's that?" 

"Oh, no. I'm not looking for extra payment," she shook her head. "At least 
not that kind of extra payment." 

"We gonna go into that again?" he snapped, his voice dramatically rising and 
his hands beginning to tremble. 

"What are you gettin' so uptight about, honey?" she asked coolly. "Just 
because the temperature's hot doesn't mean that you've gotta be." 

"I can't believe what you're doin' to me. Like I said. I need to make it to 
Salt Lake so bad. Here you are, you've got the gas, you admit that, and you 
ain't willin' to even give me a chance." 

"Oh, no, I'm more than willing to," she emphatically corrected him. "It's 
just that I want a little something for myself along the way." 

"How can you do this to a happily married man?" 

"If it's all that happy, then a little roll in the hay with me won't change 
a thing." 

"It's that I don't believe in that type of thing. Neither does my wife. 
That's why our marriage has been a success." 

"If it's a success, then a horny woman like me who's in need of sexual 
release isn't gonna make one bit of difference. Not only that, but you're in 
need of release, too. I can see that cock of yours hardening in your jeans. 
It stands out." 

"Ah, hell, I just happen to have a big pecker. It's always standin' out," he 
snapped. 

"Come on now. There's more to it than that," Stan. You want sex. You really 
do want it. And you need it. That's why you're doin' all this tremblin' and 
snappin' at me, and actin' like you're so uptight. That and the guilt you've 
got. And there's no reason to feel it. So what do you say? You get a nice 
full tank of gas and all you've got to do is just jump into the sack with 
me. As a matter of fact, I'm in a generous mood. Real generous. So generous 
that I'm not gonna charge you anything for the gas. I just want your bod, 
Stan, that nice, muscular physique of yours. And you're gonna love my body, 
too. Hell, you like it already. You're just not willing to admit it." 

Stan turned his head away. For several moments he was speechless. At first 
he was angered by her statements, but then he could not help but realize how 
true they were, and that scared him. 

"Looks like you've really got things sized up," Stan sighed. "Well, like I 
said, I do need to get to Salt Lake." 

"There's an easy way to get there. You're in need and so am I, honey. Ohhh, 
how long I've dreamed and fantasized about a nice hulk of a man like you, 
somebody with a nice stiff cock who would be willing to share himself with 
me. Well, now you're here, and I don't want you gettin' away. Not at all." 

"You know, you're really some kind of woman," he shook his head 
exasperatedly. "You're always very persistent. I'll bet you are a damned 
good businesswoman runnin' this station, now that you lucked out with this 
gas crisis and all." 

"I do okay." 

"So where do we go to have at it?" 

"That's my place over there," she pointed to the small house behind the gas 
station. 

They walked in the rapidly mounting heat back to her house. Immediately she 
put on the air conditioner once that they stepped inside, and in a matter of 
moments they were standing opposite each other in the small but serviceable 
bedroom of Gloria. 

She drew the shades, then stared into the fearful eyes of Stan. 

"Honey, you really do look shook up about this," she shook her head. "I can 
hardly believe it. I thought that men like you vanished with the days of 
King Arthur. You really are committed to your wife. I can see that. But you 
don't need to worry. I'm not gonna take you away from your wife. I'm just 
gonna give you and myself a chance for a little satisfaction. And once that 
it's over I don't think you're gonna feel all that guilty. You're gonna then 
be able to see things more clearly." 

"I don't know." 

"Tell you what I'm gonna do. You look warm, honey. I'm gonna get you a nice 
cool beer." 

As Stan sat down on the edge of Gloria's bed, she vanished into the kitchen. 
She returned with two cans of cold beer, one of which she kept for herself, 
the other of which she handed to Stan. 

"Come on, honey, let's drink up," she said. "You lose so much water out 
there in the heat. You need to put it back in you. Not only that but that 
beer's got food value. All that nice malt." 

He nodded, quickly gulping down the contents of the beer. Since he was 
feeling frustrated, he was inclined to drink that much faster. Before Gloria 
was more than halfway through her can of beer, Stan had already finished 
his. 

"I've gotta get you a refill," she said, jumping up alertly from the edge of 
the bed and picking up his empty can. 

"Naw, I don't really need another one," he motioned her with a wave of the 
hand. 

"Sure you do. You're gonna relax, honey, and I know one thing. That beer's 
gonna help." 

"You're a real psychologist. All the way down the line," Stan shook his 
head. 

"I try." 

She took the empty can back with her into the kitchen, tossing it into a 
waste paper basket. Moments later she materialized once again with a fresh 
can of beer, which she handed to Stan. 

"Like to keep plenty of beer around, especially when it's warm," she smiled 
engagingly. 

Once again Stan gulped fast. His head began to feel a little drowsy, and in 
the midst of what was happening, Stan could feel a certain measure of 
relaxation coming over him. Gloria had been absolutely right. The beer was 
having an effect, a relaxing sensation overtaking him. 

Even though his body was feeling a little more relaxed, Stan's mind 
continued to remain troubled. His eyes would flip back and forth. They would 
take in the voluptuous beauty of Gloria, after which, feeling guilty, he 
would then turn them away. 

Gloria realized the turbulent battle was going on within Stan. Occasionally 
she would feel guilt pangs over doing this to a man who, unlike most of the 
men she had met in her life, was apparently attempting to be loyal and 
decent toward his wife. 

She realized in the final analysis, however, how badly she craved this man. 
It was her firm conviction that, if she could not get some sex stimulation 
from an appealing male very soon, she would literally crack up. The 
pressures attached to running the station during a gas crisis, coupled with 
her lack of being able to communicate with virtually anyone in her remote 
part of the desert, apart from the ordeal of pumping gas, was driving her 
into a tizzy. 

When Stan finished his second beer, she made certain that she completed her 
own. 

"Want another one?" she asked. 

"Oh, no. That's fine." 

"Then tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna get off my clothes. I'm pretty 
warm. Sweating like crazy. I always do out there in that heat pumping gas. 
Even at this early an hour in the morning, it's as hot as blazes." 

"Out here in the desert it is. You mean you're gonna take off your clothes 
right not?" 

"That's right." 

He turned his head away with embarrassment. 

"Come on now. You've seen naked women before," she laughed. "I've got the 
same set of physical equipment that your wife's got, Stan. So you don't need 
to start actin' like a little boy." 

"It's just that this whole thing's so unfamiliar to me," Stan shook his 
head. 

"Never thought I'd see the day, never thought I'd see it," she laughed as 
she jumped up from the bed. 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"I never thought I'd see the day I'd meet a man of chivalry. I mean, 
somebody from the old school. A man who's dedicated to his wife. So devoted 
that he figures he's doin' something terrible, really bad, if he humps a 
good-lookin' woman who wants him. This is really somethin'." 

"I'm sorry you think I'm a freak, but that's just the way I am." 

"I didn't use the word freak, honey. You did. No, as a matter of fact, it 
makes it all the more exciting. I'm gettin' a guy who's not just jumpin' in 
the sack with anything in skirts. That's more than I can say for an awful 
lot of the guys that I've been to bed with." 

"Sounds like you've really been around." 

"I've had my share of lovers." 

"I'm not surprised, considering how good looking you are." 

"I'm not a nymphomaniac, but I'm a far cry from a virgin," she chuckled. 

Now it was time to begin stripping off her clothes. While Stan's eyes 
widened with a combination of lustful curiosity and fear, she undid her 
blouse and promptly removed it. After that she unsnapped her bra straps and 
tossed her brassiere aside, letting her firm white breasts pop free of any 
resistance. 

"Look at my tits," she grinned. "You like 'em, honey? You like my set of 
boobs?" 

"You've got beautiful breasts," he gulped. "Sounds like it pains you to say 
it." 

"You know what's troublin' me. I've been talkin' to you about it." 

"I know, honey. It grieves me deeply to see you troubled. Well, you're not 
gonna be troubled for long. I'm gonna see to that." 

It pleased her to observe that he did seem to find a certain hypnotic 
fascination with her breasts, which he stared at for several long minutes. 
The beautiful blonde then reached down and began to ease out of her slacks, 
which she slipped down her firm, trim legs. 

After she stepped out of her slacks she was down to nothing more than her 
filmy white bikini panties. She could see that Stan's eyes were widening 
with every passing moment. 

"Like what you see," she laughed. "You can't tell me any different, Stan. 
And there's nothin' to be ashamed of, honey. Just some clean little fun 
between a man and a woman. No problem with that. Not at all. Not only will 
your wife not know about it. Nobody's gonna find out. We're just gonna have 
ourselves plenty of fun." 

Stan leaned forward, watching closely as the beautiful, voluptuous blonde 
reached down and let her fingers come to rest against the crotchband of her 
panties. She noticed that she had already moistened her panties. The process 
had actually begun as soon as she had met Stan, who had appealed to her 
right away. Not only was he a handsome, muscular man, the kind she would 
have liked to go to bed with in any event, but on top of that she was 
exceedingly horny, so much so that she would have liked to have peeled her 
clothes off immediately, even under the broiling desert sun, and have let 
him fuck her right then and there. 

Even though her animal instincts told her to peel off her panties as soon as 
possible, she purposely slid them slowly down her trim, firm thighs, giving 
Stan a chance to react to her meticulous movements. She kept on watching the 
way that his eyes would widen, and occasionally she would stare down at his 
crotch, observing the manner in which it was rapidly and dramatically 
hardening. 

"You want me, Stan, you know damned well you do," she laughed. "Well, we're 
gonna have ourselves all kinds of fantastic fun. Yeah, we're gonna have a 
good screw. A tremendous screw." 

She reached down and made a grab once again for her panties, pulling them 
down her legs until they were finally down to her ankles. After that she 
kicked them off altogether, then extended her legs, staring down at her 
silky smooth, furry blonde triangle. "Take one look at this pussy, you're 
gonna get real familiar with it," she grinned. "How do you like me bare ass 
naked, honey?" 

"You couldn't be any better," he told her breathlessly. 

"That's good. Now we're gettin' down to the nitty gritty. I like that. No 
more of this beating around the bush. You thought that about me from the 
very beginning. I could tell it. But we're not gonna go over that anymore. 
We're gonna have ourselves some fun. Some honest-to-goodness fun." 

He watched as she made a move toward the bathroom. She opened the door. 

"I'm gonna take me a shower right now," she told him. "How about you? How 
about joining me?" 

"Well, I don't know," he said slowly. 

"I'm gonna just soak my body in the nice cool water. I'll call for you in a 
little bit, honey. Now while I'm showerin' you've got a chance to get out of 
your clothes. Fair enough?" 

"I guess so," he shook his head. "You seem to have everything figured out, 
Gloria." 

"A gal's got to. You know, when she's way out here in the desert and she 
runs her own gas station, she's gotta pretty much live by her own wits." 

"That's true. I can see you've got a strong independent streak." 

"Yes, I do. Glad you noticed it," she chuckled. 

He watched closely as the beautiful blonde, her firm, magnificent buttocks 
flipping back and forth, walked into the bathroom. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Stan kept telling himself to be calm. 

His hands were sweating and trembling noticeably as he slipped his T-shirt 
over his head and off of him, revealing his barrel-like, hairy chest. His 
beautiful lover-to-be was not around to appreciate his torso, but soon she 
would be seeing him completely naked. He reached down and slowly undid his 
belt, then slid his blue jeans down his legs and off of him. After that it 
was just a matter of moments before he glided his white briefs down his legs 
and off of him, at which point he was completely naked, and sporting as huge 
an erection as he had ever experienced in his entire life. 

It made him feel a little shameful to be this stone hard for a woman he 
barely knew, particularly since his own loyal wife was at home right then, 
probably hanging out the wash or performing some other household duty. Not 
even on his honeymoon had he felt more intense and been more ready for sex 
than he was at this very moment, which bothered him greatly. He kept 
thinking back to what the seemingly wise young blonde was telling him about 
not feeling any measure of fear or guilt over something that she viewed as 
completely normal, namely sex between the two of them. He had conditioned 
himself for a long period of time to think otherwise, but yet there he was, 
continuing to maintain his rock-hard rigidity as he stared in the direction 
of the bathroom. 

He listened to the sound of the water emanating from the shower. Stan sat on 
the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees, wondering just what would 
happen next. 

Suddenly he heard no more water from the shower. Apparently she had shut it 
off. His heart began to pound thunderously as he anticipated a confrontation 
about to take place with Gloria. Whereas before she had been the only one 
naked, now he was nude as well, and he could not help but wonder just what 
her reaction would be when she saw him totally devoid of clothes. 

His heart pounded even more thunderously than before as he heard the door 
open. A few seconds later she was standing before him, staring down at his 
body hungrily, her eyes focusing in particular on the mammoth rigidity of 
his erect, pulsing cock. 

"Oh, honey, you're bigger and better than anything I could have imagined," 
she sighed. "Just look at the size of your beautiful cock. Ohhh, it looks so 
nice, so erect, ooohhh, so long. 

Before he had a chance to say anything, Gloria stooped over, then reached 
down and made a grab for his hard, flaming phallic tool. Up and down her 
fingers pumped methodically as she let them work first against the tip of 
his erect spear, then against the whole, bulging length of his enormous 
joint. 

"Ohhh, you'd better turn loose," he gulped. 

"I'm just having me a little fun," she laughed. 

"Yes, this feels so good. Oh, yeah, running my fingers up and down your long 
prick. Ahhh, that's a nice feeling. Just enjoyin' myself a little, honey. 
Can't blame a girl for havin' a little bit of fun, can you?" 

"I suppose not," he shook his head in utter frustration, realizing that he 
was losing his battle to retain his independence and not get involved with 
this shapely blonde beauty. In the process of losing the battle, he 
recognized that he was actually feeling a whole lot better inside than he 
would have had he won. That could not but help bother him as well. Here was 
a woman who was intent upon having sex with him, and, despite the fact that 
he was concerned about maintaining himself exclusively for his wife, he was 
indicating a great willingness and readiness to have sex with this beautiful 
woman. 

She moved her fingers up and down the stiff column of flesh for a few more 
minutes. After that she abruptly released her fingers from his scalding 
organ. 

"I would have liked pumping your prick some more," she chuckled, "except 
that you'd probably juice. And I'm not gonna let you get off that way, 
honey. We're gonna really enjoy each other. We're gonna go wild over each 
other's bodies. I can just tell it. You don't have this kind of a hard-on 
because you don't like me. So come on, honey. Let's jump back into the 
shower again. I wanna be in there with you. Your body's sweating. You've 
been driving. You need to relax. I've got the shower turned on just to the 
right point. It's nice and cool. Come on." 

She took him by the hand. Slowly he rose from the bed, accompanying Gloria 
into the bathroom. 

A few moments later they were sharing the comforting, cool water of the 
shower spray. Gloria reached out and grabbed hold of a bar of soap, which 
she used to methodically soap down his hard, phallic tool. She worked 
vigorously, then watched as the spray rinsed the foamy suds off of his cock. 

"You really do look good," she grinned. "Just look at the size of that 
prick. I'll tell you one thing I'd like for you to do for me, honey." 

"What do you want?" he asked. 

"I'd like for you to soap down my tits," she chuckled. "That's a beautiful 
sensation. I mean, soaping them down. It felt good when I did it, but I want 
you to do it now. It'll make me feel even better. Come on, darling. Do that 
for me. I know you want to anyway. I saw the way your eyes practically 
popped out when you stared at my naked tits. There's no harm in wanting me, 
honey. It's only natural." 

She handed him the bar of soap, which he took at first with a bit of 
reluctance. But as he began to run the slickened bar of soap against the 
firmness of her enticing white breasts, he had to admit that there was a 
certain erotic satisfaction to be derived from the act. Back and forth he 
kept on gliding the soap, and as he did, her firm tits jiggled and she 
heaved a series of long, deep sighs. 

"Oh, honey, that's what I love," she nodded briskly. "Come on, ohhh, keep 
that soap moving. 

Keep it moving against my tits." 

"Am I moving fast enough?" 

"You were, but I'm getting more excited." 

"Which means you want it faster?" 

"You bet. I can't get it fast enough, darling. Let's go. Really turn 
yourself loose, baby. Ohhhh, Stan, you're all man. Yes, you want it. You 
want me. You might as well admit it. So come on, darling. Ohhh, turn that 
soap bar loose. Really let me have it. Ohhh, plunge it, come on, plunge it 
against my tits." 

He watched as her firm alabaster globes undertook a rapid, twisting 
pendulous flight. The faster that he briskly maintained the contact between 
soap and breasts, the louder that she gasped and the quicker that she thrust 
her breasts. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I'M TURNING OOONNN," she loudly exclaimed. "COME ON, 
DARLING. OHHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IIITTT." 

He maintained his methodical contact against her breasts for a few more 
strokes. When he finally released the bar of soap from her breasts, and 
after she had rinsed them off, she reached out and grabbed him by the hand. 

"Honey, what do you say we get out of here," she whispered seductively. 

"I suppose so." 

"Do I ever want you." 

He felt the same way, but was a little ashamed to state it candidly. Gloria 
suspected as much. She knew, however, that despite his reservations and 
perhaps temporary guilt hangups, he definitely was over the worst of the 
negative hurdles. He urgently desired sex with her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Now the beautiful blonde was lying stretched out in the middle of the bed. 

Slowly but surely she was loosening Stan up, getting him acclimated to the 
idea of responding to another woman. His rock-hard cock was significant 
indication of his lusty passion for her body, and all she had to work on 
now, she realized, in order for him to go all the way, was his psyche. 

She lay stretched out, her legs lewdly extended, staring down at her already 
dampened pussy. The longer she stared at her hair-fringed fissure, the 
greater the desire for her to achieve some form of contact with it, in the 
meantime arousing Stan, who sat perched on his knees, staring down at her. 
"You like my pussy, honey?" she asked teasingly. 

"You've got a beautiful cunt. All of you is beautiful. I told you that 
before." 

"So you did," she nodded. "Okay, honey, I'm gonna give you a little show. 
I'm gonna turn myself on and you at the same time." 

He watched as the striking blonde reached down with her right hand, letting 
her fingers slide with meticulous grace against the pink petals of her 
dampened moist pussy. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS NIIIICE," she loudly exclaimed. "OOOHHH, IT'S SO 
GOOD, LETTING YOURSELF GO. TURNING ON WITH A HANDSOME STUD OF A MAN LIKE 
YOU." 

Stan's eyes watched with rapt attention, staring at the sensuous sight of 
Gloria as her legs twitched and her Fingers kept on smoothly manipulating 
inside the pink inner folds of her warm, moist vaginal flesh. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, HOW SWEET IT IS," she smiled. "OOOHHH, IT'S SO NICE, RUNNING 
MY FINGERS OVER MY SLIT. IT'S SUCH A GORGEOUS, WONDERFUL FEELING. I'M SO 
TURNED ON BY IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IIIITTT." 

All the while, Gloria's dampened fingers continued to slide against the 
pinkness of her dewy soft vaginal petals. The longer that she kept up her 
spontaneous movements, the faster the strokes that she delivered to the 
pink, ripe inner folds of her pussy flesh. 

"YOU'RE TURNED ON BY IT, OOOHHH, I CAN TELL IT, I CAN TELL THE WAY YOU'RE 
LOOKING AT ME," she sighed. "KEEP WATCHING, HONEY. YES, THIS BOD IS 
BEAUTIFUL. IT'S TURNED ON A LOT OF GUYS AND THERE'S NO REASON WHY IT 
SHOULDN'T BE TURNIN' YOU ON, TOO." 

Stan wanted to tell her to stop. He wanted to desperately run out of the 
room and her house, that is, after he'd put on his clothes. Stan wanted to 
tell her to forget it, that he would find another way to get gas, and that 
he could not put himself through the ordeal of cheating on his wife. 

But was that what he really wanted? he asked himself further. Was that why 
his cock and balls were in a sate of scalding excitement? Certainly not. No, 
the beautiful femme fatale, Gloria, was turning him on no end. As her 
fingers kept on gliding inside of her torrid pussy, he longed to reach out 
and touch it himself, to let his fingers tease and glide enticingly against 
the velvety inner folds of her searingly moist cuntal flesh. 

"OHHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS REALLY LIVING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T 
TAKE IT ANYMORE, HONEY. OOOHHH, I'M EXPLODING. OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING, 
GUSHING, OOOHHH, THE JUICES ARE SHOOTING FROM ME. THEY'RE SPRAYING FROM MY 
PUSSY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I LOVE IIIITTT." 

His cock became more agitated than ever, feeling the quivering, itchy pangs 
of erotic delight and lascivious fascination as he stared at the trembly 
legs and sleek, twisting buttocks of Gloria Casey as the juices sprayed from 
her pussy and into her hand. 

Eventually she released her dampened fingers from her still fiery cuntal 
flesh. She pointed down at her seething fissure, then looked up at Stan with 
her sensuous blue eyes. 

"Come on, honey, you can go to work now," she told him breathlessly. "Come 
on, I know damned fucking well you want my PUSSY. I know you want to tongue 
it. Yes, I'm nice and moist for you. I've already exploded once." 

For a few moments it felt as if Stan's throat was caught in a vise. He 
wondered if he could speak at all. After clearing his throat, he then made a 
successful effort to speak, but when he did the words slowly tumbled from 
his mouth and his tone was scratchy. 

"I don't believe it," he sighed. "You mean you're offerin' me your pussy?" 

"What do you think this is all about?" she laughed. "Of course I am. Most 
men do want to get down there and do some hot, intense licking. Why the hell 
shouldn't they? I've got long, silky smooth thighs, just the kind that a guy 
likes to bury his head between. And I've got a beautiful box, too, if I do 
say so myself. I shave it just a little bit, keep it smooth. But yet I wanna 
keep some hair, too, 'cause that turns the guys on. That nice moist blonde 
pubic hair. It sure turned you on, didn't it?" 

"Ah, what the hell," he sighed. "Why the hell should I deny it? Yes, it 
turned me on. That hasn't been my problem. My big problem has been getting 
turned on. You really are tempting me, Gloria. I don't know what else I can 
do except succumb. Especially now that you're offerin' me your pussy. You 
really do want me to suck it?" 

"Of course I do," she laughed. "So what the hell's so unusual about that? 
I've got a pussy. It's good for lots of things. It likes to be licked. It 
loves the attention. It likes nothing better than for a man's tongue to 
press against my clit now and then. It gives me a wild feeling of 
satisfaction. So why do you find all this so unbelievable?" 

He hesitated before responding. When he did, it was with a certain measure 
of embarrassment. 

"Well, it's just that," he said slowly, "my wife doesn't go in much for 
that. The only times she's ever let .me go down on her is when she was... 
well, drinking, and that doesn't happen , very often." 

"You say that that's a great marriage?" she immediately challenged him. "How 
could it be when she doesn't even give you access to her pussy? I mean total 
access." 

"She's really what you'd call an old-fashioned girl," he conceded. 

"And I'd say you're very much an old-fashioned guy, considering what you've 
told me about yourself. But within you there's the potential for a lot more, 
for a wild, ballsy stud. That side of you is just ready to break loose. It's 
ready to break loose at any moment. All you need is the right gal to steer 
you along. Well, here she is. Her name's Gloria Casey. So what do you think 
about that?" 

"I can't help but turn on with you. When I look down at that juicy pussy. 
All ready to be sucked and licked. Oh, yeah, I want it, I really do. Like I 
said, I don't get enough of that kind of loving. Sure, I've got a big, hard 
cock, and it loves to fuck. But I also like to sink my tongue into a 
beautiful woman." 

"Okay, here I am," Gloria smiled, extending her legs and flipping her 
buttocks provocatively from side to side to excite Stan that much more. 
"Come on and get me, baby. I'll bet you've got a nice long tongue." 

"I have." 

"I'll bet it's ready to go after my pussy. Isn't it?" 

"Yeah, it is. As a matter of fact, why the hell should I pretend any longer? 
I want you. I want you damned bad." 

"Okay, the feeling's mutual, Stan. I knew it was all along. Right from the 
beginning. There aren't a whole lot of men around who'd turn me down under 
any circumstances." 

"Matter of fact, after seeing what I have, I don't think there's a one. He'd 
have to be nuts if he ever did." 

"Why, darling, you can say some of the nicest things," she winked. "But we 
don't need anymore talk right now, do we?" 

"No. Not when there's all that delicious pussy sucking to be done." 

"Now you're talking. Okay, you've got access. Full access. Just look at my 
pussy. Ohhh, it's dripping with juice. It's shot, shot so beautifully. Well, 
you saw it." 

"Did I ever. Did that ever turn me on." 

"Okay, darling. Let's see that you get turned on again. In the right way. 
That you shove that roaring tongue of yours inside my pussy, the one that's 
frustrated at home. The one that that damned wife of yours won't let you 
sink into her slit. She's gotta be crazy. Not wanting her cunt to experience 
the sensations of your hot, plunging tongue. Well, I want it, honey. So come 
on, let's do it. Let's really do it." 

He shoved his muscular body forward, reaching out and making a firm grab for 
her ankles. As he held on tightly to her ankles, then her thighs, he shoved 
his tongue inside the wetly inviting warmth of the blonde beauty's sodden 
vagina. 

As he inhaled the fragrant aroma of her captivating pussy, he flipped his 
tongue against the soft, velvety folds of her seething vaginal flesh. Back 
and forth he frantically manipulated his tongue, enjoying every piercing 
stroke. While he moved it back and forth inside the intimate depths of her 
sizzling cuntal walls, his torrid fingers manipulated up and down with 
frenzied earnestness against her emblazoned alabaster thighs. 

The blonde beauty threw her head back and heaved loud, deep gasps, enjoying 
every emphatic tongue thrust that her handsome lover sent inside the blazing 
surface of her impassioned nest. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I'M GOING WILD, I'M GOING WILD FOR YOUR 
TONGUE," she exclaimed. "COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE OF YOURS 
GRINDING. WORK IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. HOW I WANT 
YOUR TONGUE TO MOVE INSIDE MY PUSSY. COME ON, GRIND IT, OOOHHH, GRIND IT 
REAL NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, SUCK ME, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, EAT ME 
OUT, OHHHH, EAT ME. OOOHHH, COME ON, GRIND IT. WORK YOUR TONGUE. WORK IT 
REAL NICE. SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MEEEE." 

His fingers clung more tightly than before to the warmth of her thighs and, 
in dramatic response, she teased him by shoving the softness of her silky 
inner thighs against his temples. She let her flesh cling tightly to his, 
which only prompted him to grind his tongue with that much greater agitation 
as it worked against the soppingly moist surface of her spongy cunt. Gloria 
loved listening to the scraping sounds of his provocatively moist tongue, 
which was clearly on a rampage as he worked it back and forth, sliding it 
with seething intimacy inside the moistness of her vagina. 

Every now and then he would tease her by sliding his tongue against her 
gnarled blonde pubic curls, after which he would then crisply attack the 
wetness of her throbbing vagina. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, HONEY, I LOVE IT," she panted. "I JUST NEED IT AGAINST MY 
CLIT. COME ON, OOOHHH, RUB YOUR TONGUE AGAINST MY HOT CLIT. I'M ON FIRE, 
DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. SUCK ME, SUCK ME, OOOHHH, KEEP UP 
THAT TONGUE ACTION. THAT FEELS SO GOOD, SO GOOD, OOOHHH, I LOVE IIIITTTT." 

His twirling, twisting tongue continued to grind against the intimate depths 
of her moist pussy. Responding to her request, he promptly ground it against 
her clitoris, letting it just barely touch that erect, budding node of 
impassioned flesh. 

All he had to do was touch her steaming clit. 

That was sufficient to set her off in a state of blazing, wild desire as she 
flung her hips back and forth, heaving gasp upon gasp, enjoying every 
intimate bit of contact that took place between them. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GRINDING, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING," she shrieked. 
"OOOHHH, HONEY, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE THE DRIVING TONGUE ACTION. 
COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP SUCKING ME. KEEP DRIVING YOUR HOT TONGUE. WORK IT 
INSIDE MY SLIT. OOOHHH, REALLY WORK IT, OOOHHH, SUCK ME, REALLY SUCK ME." 

The louder that the heavy, gasping sounds that emanated from Gloria became, 
the more aroused that Stan's own animal passions grew as his steaming red 
digit continued to grind provocatively inside of the tight inner wetness of 
her seethingly moist, searing triangle. 

"KEEP ON ATTACKING ME, OOOHHH, GRIND YOUR TONGUE, DARLING, GRIND IT, GRIND 
IT REAL NICE," she grunted. "OOOHHH, SUCK ME, COME ON, DRILL ME WITH YOUR 
TONGUE." 

Tempestuously his burning tongue kept on manipulating with torpedo-like 
movements, driving and twisting as he propelled his lover that much closer 
to a state of blistering orgasm. 

She became covered with a fine, misty sheen of perspiration as her hips and 
buttocks ground provocatively against the crisp white bed sheets beneath 
her. Every now and then she would shriek and yell, her hair being tossed in 
her face in a thousand different directions at once as she was pushed that 
much closer to the towering inferno of orgasm. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A TONGUE MAN, STAN, OHHHH, YOU'RE JUST TOO 
MUCH. COME ON, KEEP THAT RAGING TONGUE OF YOURS MOVING," she grunted. "COME 
ON, OOOHHH, HONEY, BABY, SUCK ME. SUCK MY PUSSY." 

Tightly she pushed her firm, fleshy warm thighs against his temples as he 
kept on driving his searing tongue into the sodden depths of her inflamed 
vaginal furrow. 

Her lewdly splayed legs widened and kicked as she heaved a deep gasp, no 
longer trying to hide the tremendous pleasure that she felt from every 
quick, pistoning tongue thrust that he sent into the blazing surface of her 
orifice. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, KEEP GRINDING, KEEP WORKING YOUR TONGUE," she sighed. 
"DARLING, OOOHHH, I'VE GOT TO SHOOT. OOOHHH, I HAVE TO. I CAN'T KEEP IT BACK 
ANY LONGER. OOOHHH, HONEY, WHAT TONGUE ACTION. KEEP YOUR TONGUE SWEEPING. 
OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME." 

Once more the highly agitated Stan let his tongue teasingly ease against the 
erect node of her clitoris, which caused her hips and ass cheeks to wildly 
spasm. 

"OOOHHH, MY CLIT, OOOHHH, IT'S ON FIRE, OOOHHH, YOU'VE DONE IT TO ME," she 
grunted. "OOOHHH, DARLING, KEEP IT GOING. KEEP THAT BUSY TONGUE OF YOURS 
MOVING. DRIVE IT, OOOHHH, REALLY DRIVE IT INTO ME. OOOHHH, OHHH, HONEY, 
YOU'VE GOT ME SO CLOSE, SO CLOSE, SO VERY CLOOOOOSE." His fingers 
manipulated rapidly up and down her sweat stained thighs several times, 
after which he then reached out and let his fingers push tightly against the 
crispness of her silky white ass globes. The harder that his penetrating 
fingers pushed, the deeper that his steaming tongue manipulated as he drove 
it inside the blazing wetness of her dampened cuntal petals. He could tell 
from the way that she was kicking and gasping that she was on the verge of a 
fiery orgasm, and finally the juices could be held back no longer as they 
started to catapult from her seethingly moist, inflamed vagina. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GOOOOO," she sighed. "OOOHHH, DARLING, OHHHH, 
CATCH IT ALL. SUCK ME, OOOHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, BABY, SUCK ME, REALLY SUCK 
ME. GET ALL THE JUICE. OOOHHH, EVERY DELICIOUS DROP OF IT. SWEETHEART, OHHH, 
CAN YOU EVER SUCK. OOOHHH, WHAT A WILD, BEAUTIFUL TONGUE YOU'VE GOT. I LOVE 
IT, OOOHHH, I REALLY LOVE IT." 

Her toes curled against the soles of her feet and her legs kicked back and 
forth unrestrainedly as the impassioned drops of pussy juice gushed from her 
seething vagina and into her lover's mouth. His scorching tongue worked back 
and forth, grinding hotly and relentlessly as he sought to capture every 
drop of her fiery cuntal fluid, after which he then released his tongue from 
her mound. 

"Oh, honey, you've got a fantastic tongue," she looked at him and winked. 

"There's a lot to be said for your pussy," he exclaimed. "My tongue couldn't 
get enough of it." 

"So I noticed." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Stan's heart began to pound at an ever- accelerating crescendo of wild 
desire as he watched the beautiful blonde ease up to her knees, then reach 
out with both hands, eventually gliding her fingers against the rubbery 
smooth surface of his blood-engorged cock. 

"OOOHHH, IT FEELS GREAT, OHHHH, I LOVE IT," he nodded enthusiastically. 

"Of course you would," she smiled confidently. "I'm pretty good at knowing 
what to do with cocks. Especially when I like the man the cock's attached 
to, and in this case I definitely do." 

"Those fingers of yours are on fire," he told her excitedly. 

"Yes, I'd definitely say that they are." 

Up and down her fingers assertively pumped against the full length of his 
blazing penis. They manipulated methodically against his hard, pulsating 
shaft. She pumped and slid, maintaining the brisk contact until, finally, 
she knew she had to withdraw her fingers before he exploded his thick 
juices. 

"Okay, I'd say you're turned on enough now," she grinned. "Between the 
finger action I gave you and the pussy suck you just had, I guess you're 
ready to give me a good wild fuck. You've sucked my pussy. I guess you'd 
love to stick your cock in it now, wouldn't you?" 

"I guess you know the answer to that one." 

"Okay, honey. I just want you to know that I'm yours. That I'm all yours." 

"That's all I've got to hear." 

"Take charge of me, Stan. I want you so bad, baby. Oh, damned, I'm so glad 
you dropped by. You're not only gonna make my day. You're gonna make my next 
month." 

With that Stan reached out and threw his strong arms against the blonde's 
delectable body. He kissed Gloria's lips frenziedly time and again, and with 
each kiss the fervent desires of lusty passion became that much more acute. 
His turgid prick had stiffened to its ultimate capacity, and as he finally 
released his lips from hers, he was all set to grind his long, steely cock 
inside the tightness of her seething vagina. 

He reached down and let his fingers clutch excitedly against the curvaceous 
swell of her steadily wiggling hips. Eventually Stan grabbed the soft, 
smooth bottom cheeks of his beautiful lover. 

"Oh, damned, what an ass you've got," he panted passionately. "I can't seem 
to get enough of you, honey." 

"Come on, baby. Just push your prick inside me. How I want it. Oooohhh, I 
really want to feel your long, charging cock. I want you to push your prick 
inside me." 

She could not help but smile with rapturous delight as Gloria felt every 
pore of Stan's virility press into the hollow of her flesh. She reached down 
and pumped against his stiff prick a few more times, after which she then 
released her fingers from his steely erection. 

"That's all that I need," he said. "Now I'm all set to fuck you. I'm gonna 
drive my prick inside your pussy. I'm gonna really screw you." 

Stan's head began to spin in a state of volcanic sensual rage. He reached 
down and once again pushed his fingers against the firmness of her silky 
white ass globes. He shoved his cock forward, allowing it to push up between 
her extended thighs and into the warmth of her moist, succulent pussy. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE IT GOOOOES," she exclaimed, her hips and buttocks 
kicking back and forth, bucking like a young mare. "COME ON, DARLING. 
OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. DRIVE YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, LET'S MAKE IT 
HAPPEN, OOOHHH, LET'S REALLY MAKE IT HAPPEN. COME ON, OOOHHH, COME ON, SCREW 
ME. REALLY GIVE ME A WILD, BEAUTIFUL FUCK." 

Beads of tense perspiration rolled down both sides of Stan's face as he 
shoved his stiff, blood- engorged member forward, letting it penetrate 
inside the tightness of his beautiful lover's warm, invitingly damp orifice 
as their bodies blended. 

"What a tight cunt," he gulped. "Ohhh, keep wiggling that ass of yours. 
Darling, you're so good. Ohhh, you really act like you want it." 

"Of course I do." 

"I mean, with my wife. She hardly ever turns on like this." 

"You poor guy. You didn't even know what you were missing. Here you tried to 
talk yourself out of probably the best fuck you've ever had." 

"Oh, yeah. Damned, when I get home, well, I'm gonna make her fuck with more 
enthusiasm. With more intensity." 

"You're damned right," Gloria laughed. "After all, you're payin' the bills, 
aren't you?" 

"You've got the right idea." 

"So you're entitled to the best damn fuck you can get. That make sense to 
you?" 

"Makes all the sense in the world." 

"But let's stop talking about your wife. Let's just keep this between the 
two of us, honey." 

"I'm with you. Ohhh, I love that blonde butt of yours. The way it wiggles." 

Every now and then he would reach down and let his strong, sturdy fingers 
grip tightly against the quivering surface of her white, silky bottom 
cheeks. The harder that he penetrated, the swifter and steadier that he 
manipulated his stiff, firm erection as it tunneled and gripped tightly 
against the passion-heated depths of the beautiful blonde's overwhelmed cunt 
as she heaved gasp upon gasp, enjoying every quick, plunging thrust that he 
sent into the dampness of her blazing vagina. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, WANT IIITTT," she shrieked. 
"COME ON, OOOHHH, GIVE ME A WILD FUCK. DRIVE YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, 
HONEY, COME ON, OOOHHH, SCREW ME GOOD. OOOHHH, THIS IS REAL- LY FUCKING." 

As his fingers reached down and made yet another grasp for the ripely 
curvaceous folds of her ass cheeks, which glistened with a tinge of 
perspiration, he drove his steadily rampaging cock even deeper inside of 
her. All the while he could feel the quivering waves of passion in his cock 
and balls as his prick thundered forward, driving zealously onward, all the 
while pushing him that much closer to the state of orgasm. 

After awhile his fingers started to grab hold of Gloria's hips, which he 
pressed against tightly. He then pulled sharply against the fleshy nether 
cheeks of her ripe, firm ass as his bludgeoning prick movements carried his 
skewering instrument that much deeper into her ravaged belly. 

It was better than anything she could have desired. As erotic and satisfying 
as the sex with J.P. had been that night in his palatial Las Vegas hotel 
suite, this was even better. She could see that this horny truck driver had 
needed a good fuck every bit as much as she had. That was something she had 
told him even before they had taken off their clothes, but little had she 
realized just how dire the need was in the case of Stan, who apparently was 
having problems with a somewhat puritanical wife. 

The fact that Stan was having difficulties at home only spurred her on with 
that much greater determination. She would show this handsome, muscular 
truck driver just what fucking was all about, providing him with the wildest 
screw that he could ever possibly desire. 

She hissed lasciviously as his fingers moved from her buttocks to her firm, 
rounded breasts, which tingled with the touch of his passionate fingers. 

"OOOHHH, YOU LIKE MY TITS, AAAHHH, YOU REALLY LIKE THEM," she sighed 
happily. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR COCK DRIVING. DARLING, OOOHHH, WORK IT 
INSIDE MY PUSSY. PLUNGE IT UNTIL YOU EXPLODE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T TAKE 
ANYMORE OF THOSE SENSATIONS. IT'S JUST TOO MUCH FOR ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, 
THERE I GO. OOOHHH, I'M SHOOTING, SHOOTING, SHOOOOTIIIING. OOOHHH, IT FEELS 
SO NICE. WHAT A FEELING. OOOHHH, KEEP ON FUCKING. KEEP ON DRIVING. COME ON, 
OOOHHH, FUCK ME REALLY NICE. COME ON, POUND ME WITH YOUR HARD COCK. OOOHHH, 
POUND ME RELENTLESSLY, MY DEAR." 

As the juices sprayed from her seething vagina, he once again let his 
fingers clutch tightly against the smooth, ripe nether cheeks of her rapidly 
flailing ass while his piercing pole kept pounding into her, driving solidly 
as he propelled himself that much nearer to the lustful moment when the 
thick, volcanic white drops of spraying sperm would torpedo thunderously 
from the end of his steadily racing cock and into her thoroughly dominated 
mound. 

The beautiful blonde hissed loudly, entwining her silky smooth, 
sweat-dampened legs around her lover's body as the juices continued to 
explode from her exhilarated cunt. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS LIKE BEING IN HEAVEN," she sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, 
KEEP POUNDING ME WITH YOUR COCK. DRIVE IT HARD, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, FUCK ME 
WITH IT. FUCK ME, OOOHHH, FUCK ME." 

Gloria flung her hips back and forth a few times, letting them race 
recklessly as eagerly she prepared to receive the hot, uncompromising male 
liquid from the towering tip of the truck driver's raging, inferno-like 
cock. 

His thick, steaming cudgel kept on driving sharply into the tight depths of 
her clasping pussy muscles. His lust-bloated balls moved with an ever 
increasing crescendo of soaring heat and finally he could not hold back the 
impassioned juices any longer. 

As Stan's pumping hips twisted lasciviously, he watched the spewing droplets 
of thick white cream begin to gush from the end of his stiff, blue-veined, 
skewering pole, which kept on wildly assaulting the gorgeous blonde's 
besieged, tight pussy walls. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, GLORIAAAAA," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP 
FLINGING YOUR BEAUTIFUL BUTT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH. I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF 
YOU. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, DARLING, OOOHHH, WHAT 
FUCKING. OOOHHH, KEEP THOSE SHAPELY ASS CHEEKS MOVING. KEEP ON SHOVING THOSE 
HOT GLOBES BACK AND FORTH. OOOHHH, BACK AND FORTH. I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, 
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I REALLY LOVE IIIIIITT." 

"Darling, how good it feels," she sighed. "Keep on blasting away. Drive your 
hot, plunging prick inside me. Come on, ooohhh, I want to feel every bit of 
it. Every bit of that hot, manly flesh. Ohhh, come on, fuck me good. Drive 
it inside me. Really screw me. Ohhh, come on, screw me." 

He panted and gasped, continuing to shove his hard, determined prick into 
the wet intimacy of her searing vagina. After the last few drops of his hot, 
explosive liquid finished spraying from the end of his towering organ, he 
then slowly released his now satisfied cock from her mound. 

Gloria looked up at Stan with complete admiration. He reached down and let 
his fingers clench tightly against the warmth of her fleshy breasts. 

"Honey, I've really gotta thank you," he said. "I can't believe how good 
this felt." 

"You needed it. When you get back home, you'd just better wise your wife up. 
Just think of how many great fucks you've been missing. Fucks that sexy 
women like me would be glad to give you." 

"How I know it." 

"I'm indebted to you, too, darling. I needed a good fuck so bad. Well, now 
I've had it and I feel completely different. I feel satisfied." 

"That's good. You know, I feel damned guilty taking that gas without even 
paying for it." 

"Ah, forget it," Gloria chuckled. "A deal's a deal. I said I'd do it, didn't 
I?" 

"Yeah. The gesture's appreciated. It's just that I got so much out of this. 
I never realized just how bad I needed it. I needed a good fuck and you gave 
it to me." 

"We served each other well," she smiled. "But I'm so indebted to you, honey, 
that I wanna give you that gas." 

"It's a funny thing," he smiled ironically. "Before I came in here and 
balled you, the most important thing in this world was getting to Salt Lake. 
Now, after screwing you, I can fuck Salt Lake, fuck the job, fuck 
everything-except the beautiful times we could enjoy. I could just stay here 
and screw with you forever." 

"I'm tempted to do the same thing." 

"Only I know I can't. There's Salt Lake waiting. Then, after that, another 
job. But I'll tell you something, honey. I'll never forget what happened 
here today." 

"Neither will I," she smiled. "And I'll never forget that hard, stiff cock 
that really plunged inside my pussy. Once you got started, honey, you were 
impossible to stop. I figured it'd be that way. Sometimes it's the guys you 
have to talk into it who will give you the best fuck." 

"Maybe so. All I know is that your pussy was a perfect match for my cock." 

"That's so true. Would you like another beer before you leave?" 

"Yeah. That sounds real good." 

"Comin' right up. Think I'll have me another one, too." 

"Sure thing. We'll celebrate the fantastic fuck we just had." 

"Now you're talking, dear." 

"What a body you've got." 

Stan reached down and let his fingers slide with great affection against the 
warmth of her firm breasts. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was several days following Gloria Casey's sexual interlude with Stan. 

She had thought about Stan often, wondering just what it would be like to 
have him on a regular basis. Gloria could not help but envy his wife, and 
every time she thought about the fact that poor Stan was not getting the 
full measure of sex, or the full complement to which he was entitled, it 
made her angry. What she wouldn't have given to have had somebody like him 
out there in the desert, sharing her little house with her, making life so 
worthwhile during the time that she was so overloaded with business as a 
result of the gas crisis. 

On one particular day, after a hectic morning, she walked slowly back to her 
house. Not only had it been extremely hot, but she had had to pull out 
virtually all psychological stops to prevent two burly truck drivers from 
walloping the daylights out of each other. 

It happened toward the end of the morning, when she was bringing her gas 
selling efforts to a halt. One man accused the other of cutting in front of 
him. The second man denied the charge, maintaining that he just happened to 
be sweeping into the driveway at that moment in time, and that it was not 
his intention to cut the other party off. 

The combination of the tension due to long lines and difficulty in obtaining 
gas along with the tremendous heat that was already present in the dry 
summer desert air prompted the two men to become highly angry. They cursed 
each other out and were doubling up their fists, preparing to have at one 
another when a highly concerned Gloria Casey threw herself in between them. 

She did as much sweet talking as she possibly could, alternately smiling and 
pleading with the two men, imploring them to cool off so that there would be 
no trouble. Up until then her gas station had been totally without any 
serious incidents, for which she was grateful, and so she did not want that 
record to be marred. 

The men eventually decided to cool off, and finally, under her insistence, 
they shook hands. 

"If you guys want to get gas, you've gotta behave like gentlemen," she 
looked at them and winked, trying to shame them as she would a couple of 
little boys. 

"Guess you've got a point there," the first man laughed. 

"Okay by me," the second man nodded. "Let's let by-gones be by-gones." 

In spite of the fact that she'd been able to avert trouble, the whole 
incident still left her weary. The one thing she wanted was to take a cool, 
refreshing shower, after which she would stretch out on her bed and watch 
some game shows. 

Since it was particularly warm, she decided to just stretch out in the nude 
while she watched television. After she finished her refreshing shower, she 
did that very thing, turning on a network game show from Los Angeles. It 
felt good just lying there, her lovely body luxuriating in the cool air of 
her bedroom, aided by the fan that was blowing air into the room at a rapid 
pace. 

The shower had refreshed her considerably, and after having lunch, she 
decided that perhaps she would take a long nap. 

Just when she was settling back and enjoying the show, lying stretched out 
on her stomach, her buttocks propped into the air, the doorbell rang. 

She jumped up from the bed, walking over to the closet, where she grabbed 
hold of her light blue robe, which she flung over her body, closing it 
tightly. 

"Just a moment," she called out quickly. 

As Gloria opened the door, she found herself standing face to face with a 
tall, slender man. He was clad in a short-sleeved white shirt. It was open 
at the collar. His slacks were gray. The thing she noticed about him, 
however, was his frustrated manner. The sandy-haired man with the gray eyes 
looked totally frustrated. His face was red as were his eyes. 

"Pardon me, but you must be the woman who owns the gas station over there," 
he said. "Is that right?" 

"Yes. I am. I only pump gas for just two hours a day, however, and the 
pump's been closed for at least an hour. I'm sorry." 

"So you knew exactly what I wanted," he smiled pathetically. 

"Yes. It doesn't take much figurin'." 

"No, I suppose not. You know, I sure would be obliged if you could sell me 
some gas. Damned if I wouldn't." 

"I'm sorry, but a person has to draw the line somewhere. If I started making 
exceptions for one person, well, I guess you know what would happen 
finally." 

"Yes. That's a fact! Really is. I can understand your point of view. It's 
perfectly logical. Indeed it is." 

"I'm awfully sorry, Mister. You do look frustrated." 

' "Listen. I'm as thirsty as hell. I hate to impose on you. Really I do. But 
would you mind if I just came in, cooled off for a moment, and had a glass 
of cold water? I feel damned dehydrated. I've been driving from Riverside 
and I've got an appointment to meet a man in Boulder City. He's gonna be 
leaving town this afternoon. So I'm in a hurry, but I need to just refresh 
myself for a little bit. Get some water, cool off. Would you really mind?" 

She studied the man's face carefully. He had nice even features. It was 
definitely the kind of face that Gloria Casey liked. 

"What's your name?" she asked in a sensuous voice. 

"It's Chuck. Chuck Steele. I'm a salesman from Riverside." 

"Okay. Fine. You can come in," she held the door open invitingly. "My name's 
Gloria Casey." 

"Glad to know you, Gloria," he smiled. "Much obliged." 

"Don't mention it. Sorry that everything's so messy around here, but I've 
been just so busy running the station, and whenever I'm not pumping the gas 
I just kind of unwind. Besides, I don't get all that many visitors around 
here, so I guess I just don't have that much motivation to keep things 
clean." 

There were books, magazines and newspapers strewn around the living room. At 
that point, however, Chuck Steele could not have cared less. The thing that 
made him feel good was that he had been invited inside this beautiful blonde 
woman's house. Just maybe, if he was as good a salesman as he thought, he 
could still persuade her to sell him some gas. It had been his initial 
thought to lay things right on the line, to tell this alert-eyed, beautiful 
young woman exactly how dire an emergency he was in, and how badly he needed 
gas, but he decided that pushing the panic button would not be as successful 
an approach as working his way inside her house, talking to her for a little 
while, becoming acquainted, then stating his case anew. 

He sat down in a green chair, watching as she walked into the kitchen. He 
couldn't help but notice what a fantastic looking woman she was. Chuck 
Steele also wondered just what this beautiful woman, Gloria Casey, was 
wearing under that robe. Perhaps she had just come out of the shower, he 
speculated. At any rate, he knew that she possessed a voluptuous, flowing 
figure beneath that robe, and he would have given anything to have been able 
to peer beneath it and stare down at her curvaceous beauty. 

"I'll tell you what, Chuck," she called out from the kitchen. "Since you 
seem like such a nice guy and you do look tired and frustrated, I'll give 
you a choice." 

"A choice?" 

"That's right. You can take your pick. I'll give you the cold water that you 
asked for or else, if your preferences run in this direction, I'll give you 
a can of cold beer. What'll it be?" 

"Say. The cold beer sounds like a great idea," he nodded vigorously. 

"Okay, Chuck. Cold beer it is." 

By then, as she was reaching into the refrigerator to pull out the cans of 
cold beer, Gloria was beginning to think about Chuck Steele in a romantic 
context. She remembered how she had freely let Stan into her bedroom. That 
had been a case wherein she had bought sex, promising him some free gas in 
exchange for a good time beneath the sheets. She had, at the time she 
hatched that idea, concluded that she would probably feel satisfied for 
quite some time to come after enjoying her romp in the hay with Stan. 
Actually, she was discovering, the opposite was true. Her wild sex romp with 
Stan had only served to strengthen those strong, flowing desires within her 
voluptuous female body. Instead of placating her, it reawakened the old 
spirited, tempestuous side of Gloria, which had permitted itself to surface 
on so many occasions before. But now she was stymied, living by herself in 
the middle of the desert, and even though she was now making money hand over 
fist, she did not dare leave her gas station. Things had been going poorly 
before but now they were going too well. 

She walked back into the living room, carrying two cans of beer, one for 
herself and the other for her guest. She stared at Chuck, admiring his 
classical cheek bones and thin, nose. He was a completely different type of 
man than Stan, the burly truck driver, but there was a particular artistic 
sensuousness that Chuck possessed that Stan had not. The longer that she 
stared at him as she began sipping from her beer can, the more curious she 
became as to just how well he might perform if he had the opportunity to 
take her to bed. She could tell from the way that he was staring at her that 
the thought was crossing his mind, which was certainly anything but unusual, 
considering the fact that, from the time that she entered her early teens 
she'd had scores of men constantly vying for her attention. 

"How's the beer?" she asked after a long pause had set in. 

"Oh, it's real good. It's nice and cold. Just what I need on a hot day." 

"Glad I could help you out. If there's one thing that standing out there and 
pumping gas teaches you, it's to have compassion for others. Especially 
under this broiling sun." 

"Yes. I can believe that. Now if I could just get some gas, too, I'd be all 
right." 

He felt that it was time to resurrect the subject of gasoline. How badly he 
needed to get to Boulder City. This was a sale he just had to have, and if 
he couldn't make it to the city outside Las Vegas primarily known for Hoover 
Dam, formerly known as Boulder Dam, he could conceivably lose his position. 
Things had been exceptionally tough for Chuck Steele during the course of 
the last few months, but he could not let her or anyone else know just how 
trying they had been. The one thing that he knew was that as a salesman he 
could never act desperate, even though his inner impulses were telling him 
more and more to do just that. 

"I'm really sorry about the gas," she said. 

Already, however, the shapely blonde beauty was having second thoughts. If 
the gas approach worked with Stan, and had enabled her to receive a wild 
piece of ass, then it would work for a second time. Here was a more 
sensitive and artistic man than Stan, and certainly better educated, but 
down deep she could see that he possessed the same strong sensual urges that 
Stan did. Every now and then his eyes would quickly travel up and down her 
body, generally whenever she turned her head the other way. What a riot it 
was, she thought humorously to herself, that a man would be so quick to 
assume that, just because she was turning her head, she was not still 
observing what he was doing. Actually she liked the way that he was staring 
at her body. It made her feel good to know that this handsome but apparently 
desperate man was highly attracted to her. Yes, she could see the 
desperation in his eyes, even though he was attempting to hide it as much as 
possible in his presentation. If there was one thing that Gloria had 
excelled at both from her experiences as a waitress and now as a gas station 
operator, it was how to read people. 

"I really would give just about anything if you could sell me some gas," he 
said, trying to sound calm, but failing. "You know, I hate to say this, but 
this is a highly important meeting for me in Boulder City. It's imperative 
that I get there. Tell me something, Gloria. Would you be offended if I 
offered to pay you an extra fifty dollars for the gas?" 

"Well, I guess you know that this type of thing is clearly against the law," 
she said. 

"Yes, I realize that. I'm sorry. I just happen to be desperate." 

"Then again, Chuck honey, there's nobody here but the two of us. Right?" 

"As far as I know." 

"Well, that's it. Just you and me," she chuckled. "Well, you know, that does 
sound kind of good. I could stand the money. As a matter of fact, Chuck. I 
could even suggest something else." She smiled at him broadly. 

"Yes. Anything. What?" 

"Honey. If you'd make it a hundred bucks extra, I'd even throw in myself." 

She completed her statement by bursting into loud and raucous laughter. If 
there was one thing she was determined to do, it was to leave herself an out 
in the event that Chuck took her too seriously and was shocked by her 
statement. That way she could always point out that her remark was made 
clearly in jest. 

Instead of laughing along with her, or being shocked, she observed that his 
eyes were quickly widening. He shifted in his chair, becoming exceedingly 
restless. Already she was happy that she had taken her little gamble. Here 
was a man who was definitely interested in taking her to bed. It was just a 
question of whether he would be willing to do so under these particular 
circumstances. Hell, she knew, if he told her that he was short of money or 
the like, she would be willing to screw with him for free, if need be. But 
still she decided not to tell him that. After all, if she was successful in 
getting him to Boulder City, where he could make a lucrative sale, then he 
would be making probably a good deal of money off of her generous efforts. 
So what was the harm in asking for a little extra money? Certainly not the 
amount that she had asked for from J.P. 

"I hope you're serious," he said, "because. Well, I've got something I wanna 
level with you about." 

"Go ahead, honey. I'm a good listener. Good as you'll ever find." 

"I really believe that," he told her. "I like your attitude." 

"So go ahead, darling. I'm all ears." 

"Well. The last few months have really been damned rough on me," Chuck 
Steele explained. "You see, I was the top man in my company for two years 
running. I worked my way up to a top sales manager's position. Then things 
started to go sour with my marriage. My wife, the damned bitch, well, she 
started playing around. After that I just went to pieces. The more she 
played around, the better she enjoyed giving me the boot. She had a sadistic 
impulse in her. As I grew more successful in the sales field, she actually 
began to resent me. You see, her old man was wealthy and she liked the idea 
of her being responsible for me." 

"You mean she was supporting you for a while?" 

"Actually her father was, but she liked to take the credit," Chuck Steele 
explained painfully. "It was something she could hold over my head. Actually 
beat me over the head with would be a better way of putting it." 

"You poor dear," she said sympathetically. 

"So here's what happened. I was determined to rise from the ranks of the 
struggling young salesman, and the fact that she was always getting on me, 
telling me how she was responsible for me being supported, well, that 
motivated me like hell. I fought like a demon and worked my way up to the 
top position in that company. And we've got some crack salesman there, too." 

"Good for you. You sound like a mighty good salesman." 

"Thank you. But anyway, the more success I realized on the job, the worse 
the hell would become at home. At first she wasn't playing around or 
anything like that, but finally, when she couldn't get to me any other way, 
she tried that. Well, it worked." 

"You mean you started to break down on the job?" 

"That's right. So finally she left me. I was in a terrible predicament. Had 
to move into a tiny little apartment. Work like hell. I've been doing that 
the last few months and this is my opportunity for a break-through. It's 
finally come. But it sure as hell has been frustrating and I haven't had an 
opportunity to get any kind of meaningful release at all. Now here I am 
sitting in the same room with a beautiful woman, somebody who could make my 
ex-wife look like a boy. It feels good just being here with you. But if I 
could screw you, well, it'd mean one hell of a lot to me. Between that and 
getting the gas I'd be home free. I just know it. This would give me such a 
pick-up. Such a push. Just the right kind of impetus I would need to make 
the sale." 

"I see. You made a very convincing sales pitch," she smiled. "Actually I 
meant what I said about jumping in the sack with you. That is, if you're 
leveling." 

"All the way," he said. "Just look at my crotch. Can't you see the hard-on?" 

Her blue eyes peered down at the salesman's gray trousers. Sure enough, he 
had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. She longed to reach out and touch his 
firm, warm cock, to stroke his enormous phallic tool and bask in the 
delighted adventure of sex with Chuck Steele. 

"Yes, you look very well hung, my dear," she said. "How'd you like to see 
all of me?" 

"I'd absolutely love it," he panted. 

Enjoying the situation she was in, the gorgeous blonde eased her beautiful 
body up from the chair on which she was sitting. She reached down and' undid 
the sash of her robe, revealing first her breasts, then all of her glorious 
nudity. 

As she let the robe slip down her arms and off of her, she extended her 
sleek white legs, revealing her warmly captivating pussy, complete with the 
fringe of glistening blonde pubic hair. 

"Oh, damned, you're too much," he exclaimed. "It makes me wanna just reach 
out and grab hold of my cock. To run my fingers up and down it." 

"Well, darling. There's nobody here to stop you, is there?" 

"Come to think of it there isn't." 

"Then go ahead. Just like you're enjoying looking at my pussy, I'd like to 
see your long, hard cock. I'd love to fasten my eyes on it." 

"Okay. Request granted." 

Chuck Steele reached down and promptly unzipped his trousers. He reached 
inside his shorts, pulling out his long, bloated cock, which he began to 
confidently stroke, moving his fingers with pistoning zeal up and down the 
full length of his firmly elongated ramrod. 

"Oh, damned, I feel better already," he grinned. "It's so nice, just sitting 
here, staring at your beautiful pussy, at your fantastic tits, and running 
my fingers up and down my prick at the same time." 

"I know. It makes me feel like reaching down and stroking my pussy." 

"There's not a damned thing to stop you from doing it." 

"No, that's true. That's very true." 

She extended her legs slightly, then reached out with her right hand, 
letting her finger tips slowly but surely stroke against the mounting 
dampness in her vagina. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOOODD," she exclaimed. "I LOVE RUNNING MY 
FINGERS AGAINST MY PUUUSSYY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S SO NICE. OHHHH, AAAHHH, 
IT REALLY FEELS GOOOOD." 

"It feels good when I stroke my prick, too," he told her. "Oh, damned, it's 
so nice watching you. Watching those brisk, beautiful fingers of yours slide 
against your pink, moist pussy. It turns me on so much." 

"Yes, just like I'm turned on watching your fingers move against your 
prick," she smiled. 

Their fingers continued to generate steam effectively as they ground against 
cock and pussy respectively. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Finally Gloria released her fingers from her now scorching vagina. 

She jumped up from her chair, walking briskly toward the bedroom. She 
motioned to her lover, who removed his fingers from his long, hard cock. 

"Oh, honey, this is gonna be the moment of a lifetime for me," he grinned. 

"You poor dear. Well, we're able to serve each other. I need a good fuck 
right now and so do you." 

"You'd better believe it." 

"Okay. Then let's get it on." 

She walked into the bedroom, where she had left the television set on. The 
game show had gone off in the meantime and there was a news program on in 
its place. She shut off the television set, then drew the covers of the bed 
back, sliding her body on top of the crisp white bed sheets, then lewdly 
extending her legs, thrusting her buttocks against the bed as she showed her 
handsome lover her pink, enticingly moist pussy. 

"Honey, this is all yours," she said. "As a matter of fact, it's wild for 
you." 

"Darling. How I want it. How I need it." 

"Well, I've got to have you take your clothes off first. Come on, honey, I 
wanna watch you. As a matter of fact, I'm gonna go through these wild 
gyrations and keep you excited while you're undressing." 

"That's good. I like to watch those fantastic ass cheeks wiggle. You've got 
such a glorious looking butt, darling." 

"Thank you. That spurs me on that much more. Makes me a lot more determined 
to please you." 

"That's good. I'll say or do anything that you need to get stimulated." 

"I'll really be stimulated when I see that hot, naked body of yours." 

"It's hot all right. You've used the right word." 

He eased out of his trousers, then eased his shorts down his legs and off of 
him. Now he was completely naked, every bit as nude as was the 
extraordinarily beautiful blonde whose hips and buttocks continued to writhe 
and twist sharply against the bed. 

"COME ON, JOIN ME, JOIN ME," she called out breathlessly. "COME ON, MY DEAR. 
OOOHHH, I KNOW HOW BADLY YOU WANT IT. I CAN TELL FROM THAT EXPRESSION ON 
YOUR FACE. OOOHHH, HERE'S A MAN WHO'S ON FIRE." 

"You know me damned well," he gulped. "Just looking down at that gorgeous 
body is enough to turn me on in a big way. Oh, I need you, I really need 
you." 

"We need each other, darling. Come on, let's get into it. Let's really get 
into it. Let's enjoy it. Enjoy it to the fullest." 

"Oh, yes. We will." 

He threw himself down on top of the bed. She listened to the seductive 
sounds of the bed springs jangling as he threw his slender but muscular body 
toward her own. He was built more or less along the lines that she had 
anticipated, with smooth, sleek muscles. He wasn't as beefy as Stan, but was 
as erotically exciting in his own way. 

She couldn't help but take joyous note of the fact that her sex life was 
markedly improving. First she'd had the bulky, sexy truck driver Stan, and 
now here she was with the slender but equally seductive presence of Chuck 
Steele, who was panting loudly as he shoved his body toward hers. 

He reached out with both hands, sliding his fingers with delicate warmth 
against the crispness of her jutting breasts. Back and forth his fingers 
sleekly slid against the warmth of her flesh. The harder that his fingers 
pressed against her silky white breast globes, which were glistening 
slightly with a fine sheen of perspiration, the more breathlessly she 
anticipated wild sensual contact with him. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, IT FEELS SO GOOD WHEN YOU GRAB MY TITS," she declared. 
"OOOHHH, I LOVE THAT. I LOVE YOUR FINGERS. I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE STROKING 
WITH THEM. COME ON, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT. I REALLY LOVE IT." 

"What a set of tits," he gulped. "Ooohhh, made to order to my touch." 

"OHHH, DARLING, YOU CAN START SLIDING YOUR TONGUE ANY TIME YOU WANT TO," she 
suggested. "AAAHHH, IF YOU LOVE PLAYING WITH MY TITS, YOU'RE GONNA LOVE 
SUCKING THEM. COME ON, JUST TURN THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS LOOSE. DRIVE IT 
AGAINST MY WARM, FLESHY TITS. BABY, OOOHHH, CHUCK, DARLING, I'LL BET YOU'RE 
A FANTASTIC TONGUE MAN. AM I RIGHT?" 

"You're damned right I am," he replied confidently. "Oh, I love those hot 
boobs, the way they're twisting, the way they're sliding. Okay, darling, I'm 
gonna turn my tongue loose, really let it go to work. Drive it against your 
hot tits." 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I WANT YOUR TONGUE," she called out 
loudly. "COME ON, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, PLACE THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS AGAINST MY 
TITS. REALLY LET IT WORK. OHHHH, DRIVE IT, DRIVE IT AGAINST MY BOOBS. 
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DARLING, AAAHHH, GIVE ME A WILD SUCK. SUCK ME. SUCK ME, 
OHHHH, REALLY SUCK ME." 

He drove his tongue downward in rapid-fire descent. He let it make crisp, 
alert contact with the warmth of her fleshy white breast. At first he 
attacked her left tit, after which he let it go to work against her right. 
He kept on maintaining steady, brisk contact, driving his sweeping red digit 
against the warmth of her captivated flesh. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE THAATTT," she grunted. "COME ON, MY DEAR. OHHHH, 
AAAHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE FIRING. LET IT FIRE AWAY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, PUSH IT 
AGAINST MY HOT TITS. AAAHHH, THAT'S SO NICE. SO NICE. SO NICE. SO NICE. COME 
ON, KEEP IT BUSY, DARLING. OOOHHH, TONGUE MY BOOBS. COME ON, KEEP UP THAT 
FRANTIC PACE. I LIKE THE WAY YOUR TONGUE'S DANCING. YOU'RE UNINHIBITED. 
OOOHHH, YOU'RE LETTING IT DRIVE SO NICELY. COME ON, SWEETHEART. OOOHHH, KEEP 
IT MOVING, COME ON, OHHHH, I LIKE THOSE EFFECTIVE STROKES." 

Her whole body had broken into a concentrated sweat as her searing ass 
globes moved from side to side, bouncing resiliently against the bed sheets 
as her lover kept on spiritedly supplying her breasts with rapid-fire 
attention. He would maintain swift, assertive contact against her left 
breast for a few strokes, after which he would then plant his stern, rapidly 
pistoning tongue against the invigorated warmth of her right boob. All the 
while, as she enjoyed the stirring efforts of his stimulated tongue, she 
would throw her firm white breasts forward, receiving the swift, piercing 
strokes in a breathless state of wild anxiety. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP TONGUING MY TIIIITS," she sighed. "COME ON, OHHH, 
TONGUE ME REALLY NICE. DARLING, OOOHHH, SUCK ME, COME ON, SUCK MY HOT TITS." 

As his tongue continued to dig with stirring effectiveness against her 
breasts, entrenching against the succulent warmth of her globes, he reached 
down and let his fingers clutch tightly against her rapidly twisting ass 
cheeks. The double sensations prompted her to launch into even more rapid 
movements with her restless ass cheeks. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Once that Chuck finished grinding his tongue against the warmth of his 
lover's succulent breasts, he was ready to launch into a new phase of wild 
and satisfying sexual activity. 

He reached down and let his fingers securely fasten around the warmth of 
Gloria's beautiful, sex-dampened thighs. He parted her legs slightly, then 
reached down and let his tongue slowly scrape against her thighs, which 
became even damper as she felt thundering waves of sexual ecstasy in her 
aroused vagina. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHEN YOU TONGUE MY LEGS LIKE THAT," she shrieked. "MY 
DARLING. OOOHHH, I LOVE THAT. I LOVE THAT WILD ACTION. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP 
THAT SWEEPING TONGUE OF YOURS MOVING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M WILD ABOUT IT, 
WILD ABOUT THOSE SENSATIONS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OOOHHHH, 
HOW I LOOOOO- VVEEE IIIIIITTT!" 

His tongue slowly stroked against the warmth of her feverishly aroused 
thighs for a few more strokes. When he released his tongue from her firm 
legs, he reached out once more and let his fingers push tightly against her 
long, firm limbs. He pushed his head down between her legs, then promptly 
puckered up, driving his lips frenziedly against the wet warmth of her 
already agitated cuntal furrow. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE KISSING MY PUUUUSSSYYYY," she shrieked. "OHHH, LOVER. 
OHHHH, MY DEARLING. OOOHHH, YOU'RE KISSING MY CUNT. OHHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE 
IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I REALLY LOVE IIIIIITTT." 

Spurred on by both the satisfying sensations that he derived from kissing 
the wet warmth of the blonde's quivering pussy, along with the wildly 
uninhibited manner in which she had responded, he proceeded to drive a 
steady series of kisses against the wet warmth of her sodden furrow. Back 
and forth he glided his piercing red lips, and with each additional kiss, 
her body would rock that much more throbbingly as her buttocks ground 
salaciously against the bed beneath her. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHHH, YOUR LIPS ARE FANTASTIC," she told him. "OOOHHH, 
SWEETHEART, OHHHHH, YOU'RE GREAT. COME ON, OOOHHH, KISS MY PUSSY. OHHHH, 
KISS MY HOT SLIT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, WANT IIIITTT." 

His fingers pushed against her thighs for a few more strokes, after which he 
withdrew them. He let his fingers sink tightly against her cascading white 
ass cheeks as his lips once more sank against the quivering warmth of her 
inflamed, moist twat. 

"OOOHHH, OHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA BRING ME OFF," she sighed. "HONEY, OHHHH, YOU 
CAN SUCK MY PUSSY ANY TIME YOU WANT TO. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I WANT YOU TO DRIVE 
YOUR TONGUE, REALLY DRIVE IT." 

He loved feeling the sexual freedom attached to grinding his fingers against 
the curvaceous warmth of Gloria's ripe ass cheeks. Once more he was in 
command, enjoying himself with a beautiful woman, and one who was not 
reluctant about surrendering her body in a way that his ex-wife had been. 
When he thought about the numerous occasions that he had been almost 
literally dragged through the mud, being forced to cater to his ex- wife in 
every conceivable way before he was allowed access to her body, he became 
ever angrier. Those thoughts could not help but make him feel utterly 
disgusted when he was able to contrast her lack of responsiveness to that of 
total responsiveness on the part of this beautiful, sexy, young blonde. 

As her hips and buttocks kept grinding back and forth, and his fingers 
clutched tightly against the warmth of her hot ass globes, he released his 
lips from her quivering vagina. He shoved his tongue forward, letting it 
push its way with pulsating passion into the invigorated warmth of her 
succulent vagina. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP SLIDING YOUR TONGUE," she cried out with great 
eagerness. "OHHHH, MY DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. GRIND 
IT INSIDE MY SLIT. YES, OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO GRIND IT. I WANT YOU TO TONGUE 
ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, HONEY. YES, CHUCK, BABY. YOU'VE GOT THE RHYTHM. 
JUST THE KIND OF RHYTHM I LIKE. OOOHHH, COME ON, DRIVE IT, OOOHHH, SLIDE IT, 
SLIDE IT AGAINST MY HOT MOUND." 

As his fingers continued to dominate the warmth of her creamy smooth white 
ass cheeks, clutching tightly against them, he shoved his steaming red 
tongue forward once more, this time letting it slide slowly with meticulous 
warmth against the erect node of the aroused blonde's steaming clitoris. 

"AAAHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE DOING IT TO MY CLIIITTT," she shrieked. "OOOHH, KEEP 
IT UP, DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, TURN ME ON WITH YOUR TONGUE. THAT WILD, 
WONDERFUL TONGUE. WHAT AN EXPLOSIVE TONGUE. OOOHHH, WHAT AN EDUCATED TONGUE. 
YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT TO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT MOVING. YES, OOOHHH, 
SLIDE IT, SLIDE IT, SLIDE IT REAL NIIIICE." 

The gorgeous, sensuous blonde felt a series of tiny time bombs exploding 
simultaneously as her eyes rolled and her head spun dizzily while her lover 
kept on teasing her throbbing clitoris while her ass cheeks writhed against 
the bed beneath her. 

"OOOHHH, CHUCK, OHHHH, KEEP IT GOING, OOOHH, DO IT TO ME," she begged. 

Thoroughly agitated by her wild response, Chuck released his tongue 
momentarily from Gloria's throbbing clitoris. He then proceeded to let it 
probe and slide as it worked its way against the tight inner folds of her 
seepingly moist pussy. Chuck loved the delightful fragrance of her searingly 
alive muff, so precious to him, and he enjoyed every measure of contact that 
developed between the two of them. Yes, he could see, they were two 
thoroughly aroused people, enjoying every bit of delightful sensual 
satisfaction that they supplied for one another. 

With stirring desire, the fully aroused Chuck continued to grind his hot, 
pulsatingly moist tongue inside the quiveringly wet inner depths of his 
lover's seepingly moist cunt. 

The thoroughly inflamed Gloria began to kick back and forth with her legs. 
Finally she pushed her dampened inner thighs against both sides of his head, 
using them like a vise, clasping against Chuck as he continued to grind his 
thundering tongue with restless passion into her fiery fissure, which she 
knew was being pushed that much closer to the point of a volcanic explosion. 

Already Chuck Steele was anticipating the geyser-like outburst of her pussy 
juice, when the drops of her searing liquid would gush feverishly into his 
wet, waiting mouth. All the while his stabbing tongue continued to glide, 
sliding and thrusting, working into the innermost depths of her seething 
box. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD," she told him. "OHHHH, COME ON, KEEP YOUR 
TONGUE MOVING. REALLY LET IT SLIDE. DARLING, OHHH, GRIND IT INSIDE ME. YES, 
LET YOUR TONGUE EXPLODE. 

OOOHHH, YES, LET IT EXPLODE INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, SUCK ME. COME 
ON, OHHHH, SUCK ME REAL NICE. SHOVE YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME. OHHHH, SHOVE IT, 
SHOVE IT, SHOVE IT." 

Her wiggling buttocks continued to grind relentlessly against the bed sheets 
beneath her. The sound of the jangling bed springs that emanated from 
Gloria's writhing movements only drove Chuck to that much higher a state of 
sensual ecstasy. As he moved her that much closer to the moment of climax, 
he reached down with both hands and this time let his fingers begin to 
project warmth against her breasts. He had let them cling sharply to her ass 
cheeks for a while, and now he was pushing them against her breasts and 
nipples. Every now and then he would pinch and tweak her taut, crinkly 
nipple flesh, which also served to excite her in an obvious way. 

"OOOHHH, OHHH, EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING TO ME IS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, 
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL," she told him. "COME ON, DARLING. KEEP THAT TONGUE 
MOVING. COME ON, KEEP YOUR HOT, PIERCING TONGUE PUSHING INSIDE ME. DRIVE IT 
FAST. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, BRING ME OFF. YOUR TONGUE CAN DO IT. OOOHHH, YES, I'M 
SO CLOSE NOW." 

His impassioned tongue made its way into the velvety wetness of her dilating 
organ. She reached down and let her fingers grip tightly against her lover's 
back until, finally, she could hold back no longer. 

Her toes curled, pointing upward as she kicked and writhed with both legs, 
bucking stirringly, thoroughly exposing her eagerness to release the 
stored-up, impassioned energies in her inflamed cunt. 

"COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE GRINDING," she begged. "OOOHHH, LET IT 
SWEEP INSIDE MY PUSSY, MY DEAR. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, CHUCK, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I 
LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME." 

His rapidly pistoning tongue continued to glide inside the wet inner furrows 
of her exploding, tempestuous pussy. While her hips and legs bucked and 
kicked deliriously, the agitated juices began to spill from her explosive 
mound and into his mouth. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP TONGUING MEEEE," she sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, MY 
DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE FIRING AWAY. DRIVE IT INSIDE MY 
PUSSY. YES, YES, OOOHHH, YES. I WANT IT, I WANT IT, OOOHHH, HOW BAD I WANT 
IT." 

His sliding tongue continued to spryly glide and twist as it worked its way 
into the wetness of her exploding, volcanic pussy. His fingers reached down 
and clutched tightly against her writhing buttocks as he slurped and 
swallowed the drops of her impassioned juice. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP YOUR BUSY TONGUE WORKING, OOOHHH, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I 
LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT," she loudly declared. 

His penetrating tongue kept up its rapid-fire pursuit of her vaginal passage 
until, finally, the last few drops of her agitated liquids exploded from her 
gushing gulley. 

When he turned his tongue loose from her vagina, she looked up at him, 
smiling gratefully. 

"Now it's time for me to suck something else," he winked. 

"What?" she looked at him strangely, wondering what was coming next. Much to 
Gloria's surprise, her thoroughly dedicated lover let his tongue snake 
forward, working its way inside the crinkly passage of her tight anus. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO MEEEE," she shrieked. "OOOHHH, HONEY, 
WHAT AN ASS LICK. WHAT A NICE SURPRISE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT HOT TONGUE OF 
YOURS. IT'S DRIVING INSIDE MY ASS. OHHHHH, BABY, SUCK ASS. DO IT TO ME. 
OOOHHH, EXCITE ME, TURN ME ON, DO IT WITH YOUR HOT, FRANTIC TONGUE." 

He listened to the loud, heavy gasps that emanated from Gloria as his 
teasing, writhing tongue worked its way meticulously into the tightness of 
her anal passage. He pushed it ever deeper, grinding it salaciously against 
her sphincter. All the while her hips and buttocks drove with frenzied 
sensual desire, enjoying every quick, probing stab that he sent inside of 
her hot ass. 

"OHHHH, WHAT A TONGUE YOU'VE GOT, WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE," she no said. 

His flipping quivering tongue plunged against her asshole for a few more 
strokes. When he finally released it, he reached out with the first three 
fingers of his right hand, letting his fingers sink inside the same tight, 
hot wet asshole that he had sucked just a few moments earlier. 

"OOOHHH, NOW YOU'RE FINGERING IIIIITTT," she sighed. "OHHHH, THAT HURTS. 
DARLING, OOOHHH, LET'S NOT GET ROUGH NOW. WE'VE BEEN HAVING SO MUCH FUN UP 
TO NOW. IT'S BEEN SO GREAT. LET'S NOT GO OVERBOARD. PLEASE, OOOHHH, DON'T DO 
HITT." 

By that time, however, the rapidly pursuing salesman was beyond the point of 
listening to anything in the way of discouraging comment. Once that his 
fingers had sank inside the tight warmth of her anal fissure, he knew that 
he wanted to do more of the same, and as he kept on his stirring, throbbing 
finger movements, he found himself pushing tighter and deeper. 

"OOOHHH, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME HURTS," she grunted. 

"You'll get used to it," he laughed. 

It felt good to completely let himself go. For months he had thought about 
those sexual interludes he experienced with his ex-wife. As difficult as 
they had often been to obtain, he still had found himself longing for more 
of the same, deprived of any kind of meaningful outlet. But now he was 
feeling totally different, immersed in a state of wild, volcanic passion, 
and the longer that he kept up the frantic fucking that he was enjoying with 
Gloria Casey, the greater the degree of invincibility that he felt. 

His fingers kept pushing tightly into the inner depths of her ravaged ass. 
He pushed and shoved his fingers against her burning rectum, and then, 
finally, he released them altogether. 

She heaved a sigh of relief. 

"Thank goodness, " she exclaimed. "For a second I didn't think you were 
gonna let me go." 

"I let you go, but only because it's time to move on to the next step," he 
carefully explained. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

"You're gonna find out, honey," he winked. 

She stared at him for several moments. After that it finally dawned on her 
what he was anticipating next. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"No, oh, no, you aren't gonna do that," she shook her head briskly. 

"Of course I am, honey," he said. "I want that ass of yours. I want it all 
the way. You know, when I first came in here, I would have been satisfied 
with anything. A blow job. A pussy fuck. Hell, I probably would have even 
been satisfied with a hand job from you. I could have sucked your pussy to 
climax and you could have played with me until I shot. But now I need so 
much more. Just seeing that ass of yours, the way that it wiggles. Ohhh, 
I've just got to have it. Now that I've sucked it and finger fucked it, I've 
gotta go all the way. I've gotta push my hard, thick prick up between your 
buns and screw your ass. That's all there is to it." 

"No, no, we can't have you do that," she shook her head emphatically. 
"That's just too much. I can't have you fuck my ass." 

"Of course you can," he declared stubbornly. "My ass was stinging from those 
fingers. What the hell's gonna happen when you stick your cock up it?" 

"I'll hurt for a while, but you'll get over it," he smiled. "Really you 
will." 

"No. I can't let you do that. Really, I can't." 

"That's nonsense. Of course you can. Not only can you, but I think down deep 
you really want me to screw you that way. I think you want to find out what 
it's like. I take it you've never had it that way before?" 

"Let me tell you something. I've sucked my share of cock. I've had my pussy 
eaten out a lot of times. I've had my pussy fucked. But I've never let any 
guy stick his prick up my ass. Oh, a few of them tried. There was this horny 
trucking executive that I used to serve all the time in this restaurant when 
I worked in Flagstaff. He was always begging for it. Well, he made it inside 
my panties, but he never got to my ass. That I wouldn't permit. Now I can't 
permit it from you. Really I can't." 

"What about if I pay you twice what I said I would?" 

"You've gotta be kidding. You want to pay me two hundred bucks for one 
fuck?" 

"Honey, I'm desperate. I'm so steamed up I don't know what I'm doin'. I've 
got to fuck your ass." 

"You'd be willing to pay double if you got the chance to screw my asshole 
instead of my pussy?" 

"Definitely. I want it. I really do want it." 

"You're incredible. Absolutely incredible." 

"No, I'm horny. I'm horny and I need your ass. That beautiful ass. That 
fantastic fucking ass." 

"You know, I get the feeling you're serious about this whole thing." 

"Of course I am. Can't you tell?" 

"I know you've got a hard-on that won't quit." 

"It won't quit until I've had a chance to thrust my prick up your ass. Until 
the juices have exploded from the end of my cock. That's when it'll quit. 
But until then I won't know a solitary moment of rest. Honey, I'm coming 
unglued. I've got to have that hot, gorgeous ass. Not only that, but you're 
gonna learn something new." 

"You've fucked up the ass before?" 

"Oh, yeah. Just once. It was when I was in the service. This whore was 
drunk. She never let me fuck her that way any other time, but I was able to 
take advantage of her because she was soused. She let me stick it up her 
rear. It was a sensation like nothin' I ever had before. And let me tell you 
something. Her ass wasn't as snug and compact as yours. You've got as 
fantastic-looking a fucking ass as a man could ever want. I mean, a guy just 
couldn't help but crave for your asshole. Honey, that's what I'm doin' right 
now. I need it. I really need it." 

"I'll say one thing for you, Chuck." 

"What's that?" 

"You're quite a salesman. Once that you get that certain persistence, I 
guess there's just no holding you back." 

"I need you. I want you so damned much, honey. I really want to stick my 
prick right up your hot ass. I want to pump and push with it. Drive it into 
your rectum. Sure it'll hurt you awhile, it did the whore, too, but she got 
used to it. By the time that I was pumpin' at the end she was begging for 
it, literally begging. I'm tellin' you. You're an erotic woman. You're gonna 
be begging for it, too, even if you don't know it now." 

"I tend to doubt that." 

"Wait and see. You'll want it. I have a feeling that there's one side of you 
that really wants it up the ass. Especially since you've never tried it 
before." 

Although she hated to admit it to him, Gloria realized that once again Chuck 
Steele was right. The longer that he begged for the opportunity to fuck her 
tight ass, the quicker the curiosity generated within her. She couldn't help 
but wonder just what it would be like to have his hard, throbbing cock sink 
inside the tightness of her asshole. 

"I can't, I just can't," she shook her head. "That's demented. I mean, 
nobody but animals fuck that way." 

"Who are we but animals?" Chuck laughed. "We're sensual animals. We react 
the same way. Let's not think that we're superior or anything." 

"Okay, maybe you're right on that point, but it's still demented. I don't 
wanna do it. I really don't." 

"I've got a feeling you're not that much opposed to it at all," he said. 

"Whatever gave you that idea?" 

"There's a wild look in your eyes. I've got a hunch you're curious. That 
you'd really like to know what it's like." 

"Your hunch is wrong." 

"No, it isn't. I'll pay you double. Damned, I'd pay you more, but that's all 
the money I've got on me." 

"You really want my ass that bad?" 

"Yes. I want to stick my prick up that tight ass. I want to feel those 
fantastic sensations. Can't you understand that?" 

"It looks like you're making me understand it," she laughed. 

"Oh, honey, I've gotta do it. Yes, I've gotta screw your ass, gotta do it 
right now." 

With that he reached out and grabbed hold of her thighs, clutching at them 
tightly as he hurled her legs over his shoulders. 

She listened to his loud, insistent gasps and watched as he shoved his hot, 
steely cock forward, gliding his turgid pole into the tightness of her 
virginal asshole. 

Before she even had an opportunity to protest, his stiff cudgel had managed 
to thrust against the outer edges of her tight, crinkly anus. 

"OOOHHH, YOU ANIMAL, YOU BASTARD," she shrieked. "OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA KILL 
ME. OOOHHH, THAT BIG, LONG COCK. PUSHING IT INTO MY ASS. STOP, STOP, I NEVER 
TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT." 

"I know you didn't," he panted, "but I'm gonna take it any way that I can. 
Even if I've got to take it by force. At least in the beginning. That's the 
only time that there's gonna be any force. After that you're gonna love it." 

"OOOHHH, YOU BASTARD, OOOHHH, THIS REALLY HUUUURTS," she loudly lamented as 
tears of pain began to roll down both sides of her face. 

Her entire body tensed and her legs kicked back and forth. She was doing 
everything she could to release herself from Chuck Steele's sturdy grip, but 
she was unable to do so. He held on tightly, grunting and gasping, and once 
again he took aim with his stiff, sturdy cock, once more grinding it into 
the inner tightness of her clasping anal muscles. This time he slammed it in 
harder and deeper than he had on the first occasion, producing another loud, 
fearful cry. More salty tears rolled down both sides of her face, and her 
body trembled while her legs continued to kick desperately as she sought to 
free herself from her bruising lover's frantic grasp. 

"PLEASE, OOOHHH, PLEASE, LET ME GO," she sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, IT WAS 
GOING JUST BEAUTIFULLY BEFORE THIS. DON'T. OOOHHH, STOP. DON'T BEHAVE LIKE 
AN ANIMAL. STOP, OOOHHH, STOP FUCKING MY ASS. IT HURTS, OOOHHH, IT HURTS 
JUST TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, OHHH, DON'T DO IT TO ME. PLEASE, NO, NO MORE. PLEASE, 
NO MORE." 

All the while his hot, pistoning penis continued to sink into the tight 
depths of her ravaged asshole. He slammed it finally into the piercing 
depths of her rectum. The deeper that he let it sink, the tighter the 
sensation that he received as he kept on spearing her time and again, 
driving his stiff, sturdy penis unrestrainedly into the inner depths of her 
ravaged bowels. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAN BE SO BRUTAL," she shrieked. 
"PLEASE, OOOHHH, LET GO OF ME. OOOHHH, NO MORE. DON'T DO THIS TO ME ANYMORE. 
YOU ANIMAL, OOOHHH, YOU TERRIBLE, FUCKING ANIMAL." 

By that point it did not make any difference just what Gloria Casey called 
Chuck. He kept on panting and gasping. Beads of sweat rolled down both sides 
of his face as he kept up his delirious pursuit of her ravaged asshole, 
grinding his stiff cock meat into her sphincter, clenching his teeth as he 
enjoyed every measure of tightness that he experienced from her hot ass. 

As good as the whore had been that he had ass fucked when he was in the 
service, she was nothing compared to this blonde beauty, he realized. There 
was something so tight and compact about her ass, including the way that she 
involuntarily clenched her anal muscles, providing him with wild, 
stimulating penetration as he ravaged her time and again, sending his hotly 
bruising cock into the tight depths of her asshole. 

While he kept up his bruising attack on her helpless anus, his thudding 
testicles slapped against the warmth of her twisting nether cheeks. 

"OOOHHH, HOW TIGHT YOU ARE," he grunted. "WHAT AN ASS. OOOHHH, WHAT A 
FANTASTIC FUCK. OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER, HONEY. YOU'RE TOO 
MUCH. OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER A GOOD SCREW. OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER A GOOD SCREW. 
A FANTASTIC SCREW. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I LOVE FUCKING 
YOU." 

His stiff, volcanic cock continued to drive against the piercing tightness 
of her asshole. The beautiful blonde had practically sobbed herself into 
delirium, after which, unaccountably, she began to react to his stiff, 
penetrating movements in a totally different way, in a manner that 
completely surprised her. 

Her quaking ass cheeks suddenly began to instinctively take charge of 
matters, twisting and writhing as she moved them from side to side, and 
instinctively she tightened her ass muscles all the more, supplying him with 
even tighter penetration as his forceful, steaming cock continued to push 
and twist as he shoved it into the hilt, grinding it into the piercing 
depths of her ravaged rectum. 

Just what was happening to her? she silently asked herself. All she knew was 
that now she was beginning to feel the same kinds of quivering sensation 
that she felt in her pussy whenever she was particularly steamed up. Yes, 
she knew, as strange as this was, and as much pain as she experienced from 
the delirious first ass fuck, she was still about on the verge of exploding 
her juices. 

Back and forth she kept on wiggling her shapely behind, and as she did so, 
Chuck reached down and grabbed hold of her firm, ripe buttocks. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT AN ASS, OOOHHH, THIS IS FANTASTIC, WHAT A FUCK," he 
sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, SNAP THOSE ASS MUSCLES, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS 
IS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, YOU COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, WHAT A 
FUCK. DAMNED, OOOHHHH, THIS IS ASS FUCKING. IT COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER. 

OHHHH, SO TIGHT, SO TIGHT, SO VERY TIIIIGHT." 

He kept on hammering away, driving his solid, piercing pole into the burning 
depths of her asshole. The combination of pleasure and pain sent her into a 
new state of wild sexual agitation, one she had never previously 
experienced. The only thing that even remotely resembled it, was the time 
that her cherry had been popped, back in her senior year of high school. But 
that was different. This pleasure-pain syndrome was shoving her to depths of 
passion that she had never before realized. Her ass cheeks kept on 
methodically wiggling as he pummeled and pummeled with his savage, piercing 
cock, which he shoved high and deep into her cringing, tight anal passage. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I'M JUICING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE 
IT. I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD HAPPEN. OHHHH, I'M ORGASMING. OHHHH, IT FEELS 
GREAT. OOOHHH, PAIN AND ALL. I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT. COME ON, HONEY. OHHH, 
KEEP HAMMERING ME WITH YOUR PRICK. SHOVE IT INTO MY ASSHOLE. OHHHH, OHHHH, 
HOW I WANT IT. FUCK ME, COME ON, FUCK ME. REALLY FUCK ME. OOOHHH, COME ON, 
SCREW MY ASS. SCREW MY GLORIOUS, HOT BEHIND." 

"It's not surprising me," he laughed. "As a matter of fact, I told you you'd 
love it. I knew you'd take to ass fucking. It would just take a little 
doing, that's all. Now I've got you there, honey, and I'm not gonna turn you 
loose until I juice. Ooohhh, damned, I can feel the sensations in my balls. 
My cock and balls. I'm gonna be exploding soon. This is so good. Ohhh, these 
sensations. They're so great, ooohhh, so absolutely great. Come on, ooohhh, 
keep twisting that hot behind. Come on, keep twisting those beautiful ass 
cheeks. Ohhh, ooohhh, it's so goooood." 

His hammering, relentless prong kept on driving with thundering force into 
the tight depths of her asshole. He watched his stiff prick continually 
disappear into the burning depths of her ravaged behind, after which he 
would then withdraw slightly, then push forward anew, driving every ounce of 
furious volcanic intensity into her asshole. 

Finally he was feeling the delirious sensations in his cock and balls, 
recognizing that, as great as this fuck was, it, like others, had to come to 
an ultimate end. He had mixed feelings as he kept on driving his sturdy 
shaft higher into the burning depths of her asshole. He would have liked to 
have continued this fuck forever but, indeed, he knew that that was not 
possible. 

He burst into a series of loud gasps, and as he kept up his crisp, throbbing 
attack inside her asshole, he reached down and slapped wildly at her satiny, 
twisting ass globes. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT A BUTT, WHAT A FANTASTIC ASS," he sighed. "OHHHH, AM I EVER 
FUCKING. DAMNED, OOHHH, HONEY, I'M TURNING YOU EVERY WAY BUT LOOSE AND IT'S 
GREAT, SO GREAT, ABSOLUTELY GREAT." 

He ceased his slapping movements, staring at her now reddened ass cheeks. 
She shoved her buttocks back and forth, thrusting them up from the bed, 
after which he listened to them land with a lurid plop. All the while his 
stiff prick buried into her to the hilt until, finally, the wild deluge 
began to explode from the end of his thick, rapidly pistoning shaft. 

"OHHHH, OOOHHH, HERE IT GOOOO- ESSSSSS," he sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S 
SHOOTING. IT'S GUSHING. OHHHH, IT'S GUSHING OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, HONEY, 
OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. OHHHH, OHHHH, SO TIGHT. DAMNED, OOOHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE 
ANYTHING CAN BE THIS TIGHT. SO WONDERFUL. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, 
OOOHHH, FUCKING, FUCKING AT ITS BEST." 

He delivered several more stinging slaps to his beautiful lover's writhing 
twisting buttocks, after which he watched the last few drops of his 
exploding white sperm splash effusively from the tip of his aroused cock 
head and into her flailing ass. 

As he withdrew his cock from her asshole, Gloria Casey shook her head in 
disbelief. 

"I can't believe what just happened," she said. "It's all just too 
unbelievable." 

"But it happened, honey, it really did," he smiled. 

"I know. I've got the sore ass to prove it." 

"But you'll never forget the sensations." 

"No, you're right. Sore ass and all, I know that I would never want to have 
it any other way." 

"Didn't I tell you that before we started?" 

"You did. I sure couldn't believe it at the time, though." 

"No. Sometimes you just have to experience something before you believe it. 
This was one of those times." 

"I guess that's true, Mr. Super Salesman." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The vigorous sex with Chuck Steele was something that Gloria could reflect 
back on for the next couple of days. 

She felt contented after the first day, following which she then started 
getting those hungry pangs of anxiety once more. She would think back to all 
those past occasions, when there had been so many opportunities for sex, but 
yet she could never seem to get enough of it with some of the men she would 
have really liked to screw. That was, one of the frustrations, she realized, 
of working in restaurants and bars. There were just so many men to meet, and 
you could never seem to get intimately acquainted with the ones you would 
really have liked to have met. On many occasions she had settled for less 
satisfying sex with men who were just available, while a number of the ones 
she would have liked to have had wild romps with in the hay either came in 
sporadically, or were married and would be with their wives all or much of 
the time. 

Her hectic morning was just about coming to a close when she saw a gray 
Cadillac Seville pull into the driveway. The sign had already been put up 
indicating the last car to be served. The gray Cadillac pulled in behind it, 
after which a young black man exited. 

He wore a pair of white slacks and was naked from the waist up. She could 
not help but admire the sinewy lines of his firm chest, along with the 
sweeping slope of his broad shoulders. He looked like an athlete, all right, 
possessing the dramatic vee shape of some of the better proportioned 
athletes she'd seen in the past, his shoulders broad, his chest mammoth, and 
his waist very slender and narrow. As he moved briskly toward her, she could 
see his washboard firm stomach muscles. 

"Oh, damned, you mean there ain't no more cars to be served?" he shrieked 
angrily. 

"That's right. I'm sorry. That green Volkswagen is the last one." 

At that moment she was just one car removed from the Volkswagen, after which 
the hectic part of the day would be over for her. She accepted money from 
the people in the Monte Carlo, the driver of which promptly drove off, after 
which she then began to pump gas into the Volkswagen. All the while, the 
muscular young black man continued to pace back and forth, like a panther in 
a cage, angered by what had happened to him. 

"Oh, damned, how much longer is this fuckin' mess gonna go on?" he shouted, 
even louder than before. 

"What mess is that?" she looked at him, calmly pumping the gas. 

"This whole damned gas crisis crap," he thundered. "I'd like to take my fist 
and ram it down the throats of the bastards who are responsible for it." 

She watched as he dramatically clenched his rock-hard, hammer-like fist. 

"It looks like you could do a lot of damage with that fist," she grinned. 

"Yeah, you can bet on that." 

"But it wouldn't do you any good to go poking people like that with it, 
would it? You wouldn't solve the problem and you'd just wind up getting 
yourself in one hell of a lot of trouble." 

"Aw, what the fuck," he shrugged his broad shoulders. "I know that damned 
well. I ain't gonna slug anybody on the street. Hell, that would be damned 
stupid. They could get me for assault with a deadly weapon. These hands of 
mine are dangerous, you know." 

"You're a fighter?" she asked. 

"Damn right I am," he thundered proudly. "I'm future heavy-weight champion 
of the world. Just watch my smoke. They talk about smokin' Joe Fraser. Well, 
here's a fighter who's got plenty of smoke in him." 

"I believe it," she laughed, finishing her task of pumping the gas into the 
now full tank of the Volkswagen. 

She walked over to the driver's side, taking the man's credit card, which 
she processed. After that the man drove off, looking relieved over the fact 
that he wouldn't have to listen to the loud, thunderous complaints of the 
black man. As he drove away, Gloria could see the humor in the whole 
situation. The young black man had been letting off so much steam over not 
being able to get gas that he was scaring just about everybody else in 
sight. 

She was alone with the black man, who continued to pace back and forth. 

"This is one damned hell of a mess," he exploded. "Naw, I ain't about to hit 
anybody. That is, outside the ring. I'm just lettin' off steam, thinkin' 
about this whole damned mess, and how its botherin' me." 

"You look like a man who's in one powerful hurry." 

"You're fuckin' right I am," the young black man snarled. "Hell, I got me 
the most important fight in my career comin' up." 

"When's that?" 

"Saturday in Vegas. My manager got me a fight at Caesar's Palace. I'm on the 
same card with Larry Holmes. You know who he is." 

"I've never been all that much of a boxing fan, but yes, I've heard that 
name. He's heavy-weight champion of the world, isn't he?" 

"You're damned fuckin' right he is," the young black man exclaimed. "I'm 
figurin' that if I can get me a few ins, I'll be right up there and I'll 
have a chance to challenge. That's what I wanna do. Make plenty of bread in 
this game. It's too damned rough a game to fool around with unless you're 
gonna really make it big." 

"That makes sense." 

The longer that Gloria talked to the young black man in the piercing warm 
desert sun, the more she couldn't help but think of how he reminded her of 
Larry, a black man she had known when she was working at a restaurant in 
Albuquerque, New Mexico. 

Larry had been quite a stud in his own right, built very much along the same 
lines as the young fighter to whom she was now talking. He was a football 
coach at a local high school, and she had always wondered just what it would 
be like to engage in sex with him. Never had she experienced sex with a 
black man, and Larry was the only one she'd ever come to know all that well, 
and how she would have liked to have screwed him. Even though he was 
married, she got the idea that he might not be adverse to humping her. Just 
about the time that things were beginning to really progress between them 
and she sensed that Larry might be ready to make a move, he and his family 
moved to Montana, where he got another position as a football coach and 
athletic director at a junior college. That burned the hell out of her, 
since she would have loved to have had sex with Larry. 

Now this young man was rekindling those same fiery urges in her. Not only 
that, but she was a whole lot more confident a woman than she had been when 
she knew Larry. The new Gloria would have made a blunt, forward pass of her 
own until Larry either accepted or rejected her. She was almost certain he 
would have accepted, but then she played things a little more coolly, afraid 
to come right out and tell a man what she thought. In the case of Larry she 
regretted not having learned earlier in life to go out and get what she 
wanted. It was strange how it took this experience of working in the gas 
station far out in the desert, away from practically all civilization, to 
teach her that one important lesson in life. 

The longer that she stared at the young black man and the expression of 
desperation on his face, the more she couldn't help but sympathize with him. 
Yes, she would in due course make her pitch as far as the gas was concerned, 
and at the same time see what she could do about enticing him into her 
bedroom. 

"I'm really sorry you're in this lousy predicament," she said. "You seem 
like such a nice guy. By the way, my name's Gloria. Gloria Casey." 

"Glad to know you," he replied. "I'm Rufus Brown, but only my family calls 
me Rufus. Just about everybody else calls me by the name I use in the ring. 
Bazooka Brown. Remember that name. I'm destined for big things in the fight 
game." 

"I believe it. And from the way you blew up earlier, I sure would hate to be 
one of your opponents if that's the kind of anger you can muster." 

The young black man burst into loud laughter. 

"Ah, no, I don't ever blow up like that in the ring," he said. "My manager'd 
kill me if I did. He'd kill me because he'd figure that I'd get killed for 
losing my cool. Naw, you gotta keep real cool in that ring there. Oh, 
there's a certain anger you get. Yeah. But it's like my manager says. It's 
controlled anger." 

"That's interesting. I've never met a fighter before." 

"You're kiddin'." 

"Not at all." 

"There are a few of us around. Guess you just never happened to see one, 
huh?" 

"That's right. I went to a professional boxing match once in Tucson, but I 
never actually met a fighter before. Not to talk to like I am you." 

"That's interesting. You know, I've had the damndest, lousiest luck. I mean, 
after landing this big fight. I figured that everything was gonna work out 
just beautiful, but then here's what happened. My manager got sick." 

"That's too bad. Hope it's nothing serious." 

"Naw. He'll be up and around. Had to have some minor surgery performed. A 
knee problem he had. Somethin' he got in the army. Came back to haunt him. 
So we were supposed to go to this fight together. He wanted to put me on a 
plane, but all the damned planes are booked. With the gas being so much of a 
damned lousy problem, everybody was goin' up to Vegas on the plane. Then 
there was the big fight, too. That's attractin' a lot of 'em. So he tells me 
to take his Cadillac. So I'm drivin' that. Then this fuckin' gas problem 
hits. I gotta get there so I have a couple days to train. It's important, 
damned important. Biggest fight of my life and I get screwed up because of 
the fuckin gas deal." 

"You don't need to worry, Rufus. I mean, Bazooka. That's probably what you 
like to be called, right?" 

"Yeah, that's what my friends call me." 

"Well I'm your friend. Isn't that right?" 

"Sure hope so," Bazooka Brown grinned widely- "Well anyway, I'll tell you 
something, Bazooka. I'll do you a little favor. That is provided that you 
don't tell anybody." 

"Sure. What is it?" 

'Til sell you that gas. Full tank. Much as you need." 

"Oh, damned. Super. That'll be enough to get me to Vegas," Rufus's face lit 
up in a wide smile. 

"Okay. So all you gotta do is just two things. One is not tell anybody." 

"Hell. Won't tell a soul. What else you want?" 

"I want you." 

"Oh, honey. You sayin' what I think you are?" his eyes widened dramatically. 

"That's right. You're a fantastic-lookin' hunk of man. You know, I never 
have been prejudiced, but I've just never had the chance to jump into bed 
with a black man before. I'd sure like to do it now." 

"Honey, after my last fight, I blew half my purse buyin' me some white 
pussy," he chuckled. "Nice-lookin' blonde girl. I'd see her hangin' around 
the fights all the time. Hangin' around the gym, too. I really wanted her. I 
mean, here I'd be workin' out in the gym and my pecker'd be stand- in' up on 
end. I'd wanna sink it into this beautiful blonde's pussy. I kept hearin', 
too, that she'd go to bed, just as long as the guy'd pay for it. Well, I 
went up and approached her once. Know what she told me?" 

"What?" 

"She told me, 'Sonny-boy, you just scare yourself up some money and we'll 
talk business." 

"So that's what you did?" 

"Yeah. After my last fight. A good one. Won me a knock-out, convincin' 
knock-out, at the Olympic Auditorium. This broad was sittin' there big as 
life in the front row. She was there with some geek. When I told her I'd 
have the money, she asked me when I'd want to get together. I told her that 
same damned night. I was as hot as hell. I mean, so hard concentratin' on 
the guy I was fightin'. I'd see those gorgeous tits hangin' out of her 
blouse. So she said she's with this guy. I tell her to lose him, that I've 
got the money." 

"Did she do it?" 

"Oh, yeah. This fuckin' broad's a professional first, last and always. 
Nothin's gonna interfere with makin' some money on a piece of ass. On a nice 
dollar exchange. So I went up to her place, a fantastic-lookin' apartment, 
out there on the Sunset Strip. I screwed the hell out of her until the wee 
hours of the morning and loved it, but I sure as hell suffered later when I 
had to put off payin' some bills because of that. Had to even write a letter 
and ask for more time on my car payment." 

"All because you paid for that fuck?" 

"Damned right. But you know somethin'? This is one of those real 
high-priced, slick city call girls. One of the damned best that the city's 
got to offer, as far as I'm concerned. But I think you look even better. Oh, 
yeah. You've got tits every bit as big as hers. Maybe even bigger. And 
you've got a fantastic ass. I mean, hers was a little skinnier than yours. 
Yours is full, compact, but definitely not overdone. You've got a super 
great ass. And those legs fit real tight into your slacks. I'll bet they 
look terrific, too, when you see 'em all exposed." 

"Because I like you, Bazooka, I'm gonna give you that chance. That is, after 
I pump your tank full of gas." 

"Oh, honey. How much extra am I gonna owe you for the whole thing?" 

"I have charged guys extra for gas. I'll admit that. After all. I'm tryin' 
my damndest to make a go of it here. I've also been known to charge a guy 
occasionally for sex. Not that I'm a hooker, mind you. Just an occasional 
little love offering. Helps a gal pay her bills." 

"Okay, I can dig that." - "But you're a nice guy, Bazooka, and on top of - 
that you're behind in your bills. Besides, who knows. Maybe someday I'll be 
able to say I fucked the heavy-weight champion of the world." 

"Hey, I like the sound of all that," he laughed. "Gettin' to fuck with you 
and becomin' a champ. Yeah, that's a winnin' combination. Oh, I don't know 
how to thank you, Gloria, honey." 

"You'll be thankin' me plenty with what you're carryin' between your legs," 
she smiled. "From where I sit it looks like it's a long one. Hike a big 
thick piece of lumber." 

"It's that all right," he grinned. "You're gonna be findin' out plenty about 
it in just a few minutes." 

"I can hardly wait," she winked." 

Now the fantasy that had been a part of her for quite some time could be 
lived out, that concerning Larry the football coach, with whom she had 
wanted so badly to engage in sex. 

Here was a restless young man, a well-trained athlete, and she was certain 
that Bazooka Brown would provide her with the ultimate in physical 
enjoyment. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

As soon as Gloria finished filling up Bazooka's tank, she walked with the 
muscular fighter back to her place. 

She offered him a beer, which he declined, explaining that he was in 
training. She then made the offer of a Coke, which he said he did not need. 
Bazooka was ready to jump into the sack. 

"Come on, let's fuck," he grinned lustfully. "If there's anythin' I wanna 
drink, it's your pussy juices." 

"I like the way you lay it on the line." 

"That's the only way to play the game of life, honey. The fight game gives 
us all these bullshit artists. Managers, promoters, some trainers. Always 
tryin' to put somethin' over on you. Well, I'm not that way at all. Me, I 
love tellin' it just like it is." 

"A man after my own heart." 

"I'm after your cunt, baby, your fucking cunt!" 

"I'll just bet you are." 

Soon they were stretched out on the bed in her darkened bedroom. He 
immediately stripped off his trousers, then tugged restlessly at his cotton 
shorts until he pulled them off of him. She then stared with unflinching 
desire at his long, stiff ebony shield, which rested between his muscular, 
dangling legs. 

Quickly she removed her clothes, finally pulling and tugging at her panties, 
which she eased out of, after which she slid her scintillating body downward 
onto the bed. 

"Oh, damned, what a body," he grunted. "Every bit as good as I thought it 
would be. Nah, you're even firmer than that hotshot hustler that I had to 
pay so damned much fuckin' money to screw. Oh, honey, you got it all. If you 
ever wanted to go into that business, you'd really clean up." 

"So I've been told," she laughed. 

"Oh, baby. Look at that beautiful blonde ass. I love it." 

He reached down and affectionately let his fingers slide against the 
compliant warmth of her round, shapely ass orbs. His tight, sturdy fingers 
pushed against her shapely white bottom cheeks for a few moments, after 
which he then slowly released them. 

The blonde beauty's heart began to pump furiously as she stared down at the 
long, excited cock of the black man. Now she was finally getting her wish, 
an opportunity to screw with an athletic black man, one who possessed a 
hard, aroused cock, just the kind she wanted to take and curl in her 
fingers. 

Gloria reached out and let her fingers begin to assertively pump up and down 
the elongated base of his shiny rigid black shaft. While she massaged his 
throbbing organ, Bazooka reached out and made a grab for her firm breasts, 
which cascaded within inches of him as she kept edging her body forward, 
grinding her fingers solidly against the firmness of his tumid black shaft. 

Bazooka's fingers clutched tightly against the compliant warmth of her firm, 
alabaster breast flesh. His fingers pinched and squeezed against the 
pillow-like, smoothly sensuous skin. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FINGER MY TITS," she sighed. 
"COME ON, BAZOOKA. OOOHHH, LET YOUR FINGERS GO. REALLY GLIDE WITH THEM. 
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON, OHHHHH, FINGER MEEEE." 

"You're doin' a pretty good job of your own," Bazooka smiled contentedly. 
"Oh, I love it. I just love the way you're runnin' your fingers up and down 
my long, hard prick." 

After several more tugging grabs at the whiteness of Gloria's breasts, 
Bazooka let his fingers come to rest against the pebble-like hardness of her 
pink nipples, which jutted forward with great pride and urgency. 

He squeezed and twisted her nipples, and the twitching sensations elicited 
feelings of pain within her, but not to the point where the shapely blonde 
was about to complain. No, it was pleasure-pain in the same order that she'd 
received from her last lover, Chuck Steele, who had done such a convincing 
job of fucking her asshole. Not only that, but this wasn't the same kind of 
pain, not nearly as intense. It was enjoyable to continue receiving the 
quick, sharp strokes that his stiffly projecting fingers generated against 
the texture of her strawberry nipples. 

"COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP FINGERING," she sighed huskily. "OOOHHH, HONEY. 
OOOHHH, NOW I'M GONNA REALLY SETTLE DOWN TO PLAYIN' WITH YOUR PRICK. I WANT 
IT. OOOHHH, I WANT IT BAD." 

Her fingers moved at a more rapid pace than before, grinding decisively as 
she worked them up and down the full length of his pulsating organ. All the 
while, as she kept up her devastating pace, the action tempo built. Bazooka 
reached down and let his fingers squeeze sharply against the firm flesh of 
her ripe ass globes. He had been captivated from the scintillating beauty of 
her blonde butt from the very beginning, and as his fingers kept on sinking 
against it, she twisted her buttocks enticing, doing all that she could to 
turn on this sensuous black man to the fullest extent. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THAT HOT BUTT, OOOHHH, I LOVE IIITTT," he sighed. 

The harder that he squeezed her shapely blonde ass globes, the faster that 
her own motions became as Gloria maintained a rhythmic pace against the firm 
flesh of his stimulated cock. Her hips and ass cheeks ground sensuously as 
he continued to squeeze his fingers against the warm chunks of her ass 
flesh. 

When Bazooka finally released his fingers from her searing ass globes, her 
wiggling body squirmed free of his grasp. She looked into his eyes, urging 
him on. 

"OHHHH, HONEY, KISS ME, KISS ME," she told him breathlessly. 

Eager to respond, Bazooka Brown shoved his tongue forward, letting it land 
with piercing authority as he worked it into the wetness of her mouth. She 
loved the way that he dominated her with his stimulating tongue movements as 
he ground his stiff, red digit back and forth, moving it with resilient 
warmth as it pushed against her tongue. 

After a series of wild, devastating tongue kisses, he watched as his 
beautiful lover extended her nakedly splayed, magnificent white thighs. She 
gave him a good look at the matted, enticingly wet hairs of her blonde pubic 
bush. Bazooka kept staring down at Gloria's pussy, taking a good look at the 
pink, moist cavern, which he knew was ready for immediate action. 

Her body trembled with volcanic desire as Bazooka shoved his piercing red 
tongue forward, letting it scrape up and down her firm thighs. Rapidly he 
would alternate his tongue movements, switching from her left thigh to her 
right, then back again. His quickly projecting tongue continued its 
rapid-fire volleys for a few moments more, and all the while he picked up 
the enticing scent of her musky femaleness. It imparted within him a zealous 
desire to reach out with his scorching tongue and grind it inside the wet 
warmth of her succulent pussy. 

"Honey, I wanna eat you," he announced. "Like I told ya earlier. I don't 
want anything to drink but your pussy juice." 

"OOOOHHHH, HONEY, GO AHEAD, DO IT TO ME," she thundered. "COME ON, OHHHH, 
EAT ME OUT. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK ME REAL NICE. OOOHHH, COME ON, PUMP YOUR 
TONGUE INSIDE MY PUSSY. YES, OHHHH, YES." 

Bazooka reached out and determinedly ran his fingers up and down the moist 
surface of Gloria's thighs, which he had sucked so generously only moments 
earlier. His piercing tongue then reached out and slowly snaked its way 
against the quiveringly erect bud of her throbbing clitoris. 

"OOOHHH, OOHHHH, HONEY, YOU'VE GOT MY JEWEL, YOU'VE GOT MY JEWEL, YOU'VE GOT 
MY JEWEL," she panted. "COME ON, OHHHH, DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK ME. 
DARLING, OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA BRING ME OFF. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, FIERY TONGUE. 
COME ON, OOOHHH, PLANT IT, PLANT IT REAL NICE. PLANT IT INSIDE MEEEE." 

Her dampened thighs, wet from the combination of her own sweat and her 
lover's saliva, locked passionately around Bazooka's head as his tongue 
wiggled against her wet, lustrous blonde pubic curls. 

"OHHHHH, OOOHHH, IT TINGLES, OOOHHH, HOW IT TICKLES, OHHHH, YOU'RE GOING 
AFTER MY PUSSY," she sighed deliriously. "DARLING, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP. COME 
ON, KEEP YOUR HOT TONGUE MOVING. REALLY LET IT PISTON." 

His piercing fingers pushed sharply against her writhing buttocks as he 
drove his tongue forward once more, this time thrusting it inside the fleshy 
pit of her warm, luridly alive vagina. 

"OOOHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, KEEP BLASTING WITH YOUR 
TONGUE," her voice broke out passionately. "MY DARLING. OOOHHH, WHAT A PUSSY 
EATER YOU ARE. YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO SUCK. DARLING, OOOHHH, KEEP ON 
GRINDING YOUR TONGUE. WORK IT, COME ON, WORK IT INSIDE ME." 

His rapidly pulsating tongue kept on sensitively working its way inside the 
throbbing wetness of her inflamed vagina. The faster that his scalding 
tongue pushed onward, the closer that he moved his wildly alive and 
thoroughly impassioned lover to the point of a dramatic climax. 

The young fighter's tongue continued working sharply, pistoning against her 
warm, nakedly alive, glisteningly moist pussy. Every now and then he would 
switch the activity to her clitoris, tickling it with his quick, probing 
strokes, which brought the beautiful Gloria that much nearer to the state of 
a wildly gushing orgasm. 

"COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP, KEEP IT GOING, MY DARLING," she gulped loudly. 
"COME ON, OOOHHH, DRIVE YOUR HOT TONGUE INSIDE ME. YES, OOOHHH, KEEP IT 
GOING. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, HOW I NEED IT, OHHHHH, HOW I NEED IT." 

As her buttocks twitched and twisted back and forth, Bazooka reached out and 
locked his fingers tightly against the warmth of her shapely buttocks. All 
the while she kept pushing her thighs relentlessly against his temples, 
gliding her seething pussy upward so that it would meet his every quick, 
piercing tongue thrust. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES, OHHHH, I'M SO CLOSE, SO VERY 
CLOSE," she sighed. 

She listened to the scraping sounds of his warm, dramatically alive tongue, 
which kept on thrusting against the heat of her velvety vagina. After a few 
more quick, twisting tongue thrusts, the juices began to explode from her 
pussy and into his mouth. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HERE I GOOOOOO," she sighed. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, 
SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF IT. I WANT IT, OOOHHH, HOW I NEED IT. OOOHHH, I NEED 
IT, NEED IT, NEED YOUR TONGUE." 

Her trembling fingers clutched tightly against her lover's sweaty, muscular 
back as his charging tongue kept on driving, working with zealous rapidity 
into the innermost depths of her seethingly moist triangle, which was 
exploding with her gushing juices. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE REALLY SUCKING 
MEEEE," she sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, EAT OUT MY PUSSY LINING, DARLING. 
OOOHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF THE STUFF. NICE, OOOHHH, VERY NIIICE." 

Her fingers continued to sink tightly against the warmth of her lover's back 
as he finished swallowing the final few drops of her exploding pussy juices. 
After that he released his tongue from her organ. 

"I've never met a hotter woman in my life," he smiled. "I'm sure glad that I 
got a chance to tie into you." 

"Destiny brought us together, my dear," she winked. 

"Maybe so. All I know is that you're sure one hell of a hot pussy." 

"Did you like my taste?" 

"I loved it," he laughed. "I knew I would. Oh, damned, you're better than 
any broad I've ever had. Black or white!" 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Now that Bazooka had done such an excellent job of sucking out Gloria's 
pussy, the black man's sweaty body turned her on that much more. Since he 
had done such a magnificent job of pleasing her, she was determined to zero 
in on his hard, proud black cock and please it in every conceivable fashion. 

Gloria's eager, trembling fingers thrust out and made a quick grab for the 
spirited tip of Bazooka's mammoth cock head. Her tingling fingers caused his 
entire organ to become itchy. The faster that she ground them along the 
piercing tip of his hard, rangy pole, the better he became acclimated to her 
j style of brisk finger action. She would grind her fingers quickly, then 
promptly slow up the pace, all the while enjoying the manner in which he was 
turning on with smoldering waves of passionate intensity as a result of her 
massaging strokes. 

"OOOHHHH, THOSE FINGERS, OHHHH, ; ARE THEY EVER TURNING ME ON," he grunted. 
"HONEY, OOOHHH, KEEP THEM GRINDING." 

Bazooka loved the rhythmic manner in which I her fingers pushed against the 
tip of his stirring cock. She then reached down and let them begin to drive 
up and down the base of his steely instrument, reminding him of so many wild 
adventurous fucks he had received in the past. But this one, he was 
convinced, was better than all the rest. The shapely blonde beauty had to be 
the best-looking woman he'd ever made it with, even outdistancing the 
high-priced call girl that he'd screwed after his last fight. He knew his 
manager would absolutely kill him, he realized, if he had any idea that he 
was screwing with a woman just a couple of days before his big fight, but he 
was certain that it would be great for his morale, and that if anything he 
would be that much sharper in the ring. 

All the while Gloria's determined fingers continued stroking against 
Bazooka's long, throbbing pole. After she had finished exciting him with her 
firm strokes against the fleshy base of his erect cock, she then let her 
fingers glide against his excitement-filled testicles. The harder that she 
squeezed with her astutely plunging fingers, the louder Bazooka's gasps 
became as he responded to her pulsating hand strokes. 

"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS GOOOOODD," he sighed in a smoldering state of passionate 
anxiety. "OOOHHH, THAT'S NICE. OHHHH, SINK THOSE HOT FINGERS AGAINST ME, 
HONEY. OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE LET- TIN"EM GO. COME ON, OOOHHH, STROKE MY 
BALLS. YES, REALLY STROKE THEM." 

Her fingers slid methodically against the crinkly surface of his warm balls 
for a few more strokes. She then reached out and made a quick grab for his 
muscular thighs, massaging them as she ran her fingers up and down the taut, 
glistening black skin. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, WHAT NICE LEGS YOU'VE GOT," she smiled. 

"I oughta," he chuckled, "considerin' how much road work I do. I've been 
runnin' five, six miles." 

"How exciting. Making it with a handsome athlete. A great fighter." 

"Pretty excitin' from my end, too," he laughed. "Gettin' this kind of 
attention from a beautiful --woman." 

"You know, I feel like really goin' all the way with you," she grinned. "I 
mean, stopping at nothing"' "That's good. I like it when a woman's ready to 
go all the way. So damned few of them are. I can. see, you're different, 
real different." 

The shapely blonde beauty then took the impassioned prize fighter by 
surprise as she pushed her head down between his legs and thrust her 
spirited red tongue forward. His body twisted with exhilaration, moving from 
side to side as he watched her shove her piercing tongue forward. Slowly but 
steadily it ground up between his upraised ebony buttocks and pushed inside 
the tight confines of his warmly alive asshole. 

"OOOOHHH, ASS LICKIN', OOOHHH, SUCK ASS," he grunted. "COME ON, OOO- HHHH, 
SHOVE THAT BURNING TONGUE OF YOURS INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, DARLING. OOOHHH, 
OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. COME ON, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, OOOHHH, LET'S REALLY DO IT. 
SUCK MY ASS. HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A WILD ASS LICKER YOU ARE. I JUST LOVE THE 
WAY YOU'RE PUSHIN' YOUR TONGUE. PUSHIN' IT INSIDE MY ASSHOLE. COME ON, 
OOOHH, KEEP RIMMING ME. KEEP THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS SLIDING UP MY ASSHOLE 
REAL NICE. OOOHHH, THAT'S SOOOO GOOOOOOD." 

His hips and buttocks twisted and twitched as the shapely blonde ground her 
stirring tongue up between his sweaty legs and into his anus. The more 
rapidly that her zestful tongue plunged, the faster that his quivering ass 
cheeks manipulated as he enjoyed the hot, captivating strokes that she sent 
deep inside him. At first she moved her tongue in a slow, tantalizing 
manner, but as Gloria became more acclimated to sucking out the black man's 
ass, she started to slide her tongue with spirited zeal, working it with 
increasing quickness, loving every spirited tongue thrust that she sent into 
the burning depths of his quivering behind. 

"COME ON, KEEP IT UP, KEEP THAT HOT, AMAZING TONGUE MOVING," he gasped OME 
ON, OOOHHH, JUST KEEP IT SLID' OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I 
LOVE THE WAY IT'S DRIVING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, COME ON, HONEY. SUCK ME. SUCK ASS, 
BABY. STICK THAT BURNING TONGUE DEEP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE." 

Soon Bazooka's entire body became immersed in a state of pulsating 
sensation. He began perspiring more freely than before, and his beautiful 
blonde lover enjoyed hearing the deep, heavy, intense gasping sounds 
emanating from him, indicating to her just how thoroughly he was enjoying 
every sweeping, uninhibited tongue thrust that she sent into the burning, 
piercing depths of his wildly gyrating ass. He could feel those frantic 
waves of sensation from the very top of his head to the tip of his toes as 
his lover kept on charging with piercing intensity, shoving her blistering 
tongue feverishly into the burning, innermost depths of his wild, twisting 
ass. 

"COME ON, ASS LICKER, AAAHHH, SUCK ME, COME ON, SUCK ASS, SUCK ASS," Bazooka 
gulped. 

While her thrusting tongue kept on driving with impassioned delight, 
sweeping high into his tight rectal passage, he reached down and began 
running his fingers up and down her back. Gloria's skin was covered with a 
misty sheen of perspiration as Bazooka's fingers slid against her skin, 
working feverishly as her tongue kept on pressing, pushing warmly up between 
his extended thighs and into the surface of his asshole. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE, I'M GONNA GUSH, OOOHHH, I'M 
GONNA SHOOT UNLESS YOU TURN LOOSE SOON," he grunted. "OOOHHH, BABY. WHAT A 
WILD TONGUE YOU'VE GOT. THE WAY YOU DRIVE IT. IT'S FANTASTIC, OOOHHH, 
FANTASTIC, THE WAY YOU'RE SUCKING ME, OOOHHH, THE WAY IT'S DRIVING INSIDE 
ME." 

While Gloria's tongue kept on concentrating wildly on her lover's writhing 
asshole, she reached down and once more made a grab for his bulging 
testicles. Her fingers tightly squeezed the warm sacs of flesh, feeling the 
milky softness of them, recognizing that stored up inside his fleshy 
testicles was a voluminous explosion of white juice that she was determined 
to skillfully entice out of them. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP UP THAT FANTASTIC FINGER WORK," he told her. "COME ON, 
OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE THE WAY YOUR FINGERS ARE SCRAPING AGAINST MY 
BALLS. KEEP THAT GOING. COME ON, FINGER MY NUTS. HONEY, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT." 

His fingers pushed with greater rigidity than before as they glided along 
her satiny, sweat- dampened back. Gloria's fingers continued clutching and 
squeezing, moving in an intense inferno of passion against his crinkly nuts 
as her tongue worked deep inside his asshole, pushing him that much . closer 
to the state of a wildly tempestuous orgasm. 

The faster that Gloria sucked, the more noticeably that Bazooka tilted his 
body as he raised his writhing ass cheeks, enjoying every quick, tremulous 
tongue thrust that she sent up between his thighs and into the tight, inner 
surface of his rectum. 

"COME ON, SUCK, KEEP ON SUCKING," he sighed. "OOOHHH, WHAT AN ASS LICKER. 
CAN YOU EVER SUCK ASS. HONEY, OOOHHH, KEEP SUCKING ASS. KEEP THAT HOT TONGUE 
OF YOURS DRIVING. I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I REALLY LOVE IT. I LOVE THESE 
FANTASTIC SENSATIONS." 

While her quivering tongue continued to methodically stroke into the warm 
depths of his asshole, his ass cheeks spiritedly ground back and forth, 
rocking against the white bed sheets beneath him. He listened to the loud 
jangling sounds of the bed springs as his muscular thighs and legs kicked 
back and forth and he enjoyed thoroughly every quick, tempestuous stroke 
that her seething tongue sent forth inside his anus. 

Quickly he removed his fingers from Gloria's back. He stroked her buttocks, 
pushing his fingers against the now familiar pillowy smooth flesh. He 
squeezed them as if he were pushing his fingers against two gigantic 
marshmallows. As he squeezed her ass flesh, her tongue cannonaded even more 
sharply as she pushed it up between his rotating buttocks and into his 
asshole. 

His heart pounded with feverish desire as he enjoyed every quick, crisp 
stroke that she sent forth with her piercing tongue. 

"OOOHHH, THAT TONGUE, IT'S TOO MUCH, OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE TONGUING MY ASS, 
OOOHHH, YOU WILD ASS SUCKER," he exclaimed. 

While she continued to tongue fuck his asshole, her fingers maintained their 
rigid pursuit of his lust-bloated black balls, which she teased again and 
again with her determined finger onslaught. She drove her fingers 
alternately in sharp and soft fashion. For awhile she would dig them with 
spearing intensity against his scorching nuts, following which she would 
then ease off, dramatically reducing the pressure as she snaked her fingers 
around his scorching testicles, which were filled with hot, gushing liquid. 

Eventually Gloria released her fingers from Bazooka's hot balls and her 
tongue from his asshole. She realized just how close this handsome young 
black athlete was to exploding his thick white juice. She did not want his 
orgasm to be wasted in such a manner, spilling over the bed and gushing onto 
the sheets. 

"You gave me as wild a pussy suck as a girl could ever ask for," she smiled. 
"Now, honey, I'd like to suck you, provided that's all right. I'd like to 
drive my tongue up and down that burning black rod of yours. I'd like to 
suck it until the juices all spurt out of there. Until they spill wildly 
into my mouth. How does that sound to you?" 

"How could anybody ever put it any better?" he grinned. "Okay, honey. I'm 
all for that. You suck my hot cock. I'll bet I'm gonna get a fantastic suck. 
You couldn't do it any other way." 

Gloria reached down and grabbed hold of the boxer's thighs, twisting her 
fingers sharply against them as she pushed her tongue once more against his 
testicles. She teased and scraped his nuts with slow, exploratory strokes. 
After she succeeded in quickly pushing Bazooka back to the same high level 
of anxiety that he had occupied just before she had abandoned her ass 
sucking, she then ground her tongue more quickly than before, letting it 
twist with stirring rapidity as it worked against his warm, aroused scrotum. 

"OOOHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DO IIIITTT," he told her. 

When she released her steaming tongue from his aroused balls, Gloria reached 
out and permitted her fingers to clutch tightly against the warmth of his 
scalding, saliva-dampened balls. While she stroked his ballooning testicles 
conscientiously, she pushed her tongue forward and let it tickle the tingly 
tip of his quiveringly erect cock. 

"OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE REALLY TICKLIN' MEEEE," he gasped, his buttocks 
writhing back and forth in a state of delirious excitement. 

Gloria's quickly charging tongue began to launch into a rampaging series of 
movements, grinding initially against the tip of his steely black tool. The 
longer that she carefully probed with her tongue against the tip of his firm 
organ, the faster that she permitted her oral digit to attack it, and as she 
did she kept on grinding her fingers resourcefully against his steaming 
testicles. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW WHERE IT'S AT," he sighed. "COME ON, HONEY. 
OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA GET ME OFF. YOUR TONGUE CAN DO IT. COME ON, OOOHHH, 
TONGUE ME OFF. COME ON, GO AFTER THE HOT STUFF. IT'S GONNA REALLY EXPLDOE 
INSIDE YOUR MOUTH. SO SUCK ME, COME ON, REALLY SUCK ME." 

Bazooka reached out and let his sweaty fingers clutch hold of her silky 
strands of blonde hair. The tighter that he squeezed, the faster that his 
lover's rampaging tongue slid against the nozzle-like tip of his erect, 
mammoth penis. After awhile she began to concentrate her efforts along the 
steely base of his elongated prong. 

As her tongue continued to flip in a whirling dervish of passionate delight, 
her fingers kept on responding to the challenge, sliding tantalizingly 
against the warmth of his flaming testicles as she pushed him that much 
closer to the point of a tingly, wild orgasm. - "COME ON, KEEP YOUR TONGUE 
MOVING, DRIVE IT, REALLY DRIIIIVE IIITTT," he sighed. 

He could hardly believe just how good this beautiful young blonde was at 
sucking cock. Bazooka could see that she enjoyed every moment of the 
delirious excitement that they shared. She knew just how to operate her 
tongue, just the manner in which to exercise proper tempo. For a while she 
would grind it with scorching rapidity, allowing it to twist and slide as 
she moved it up and down the full length of his captivated organ. After 
that, about the time that she was convinced Bazooka was on the verge of 
gushing, Gloria would dramatically slow up her pace, grinding her tongue 
more slowly than before as it worked up and down his long, emblazoned organ. 

"OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MY COCK," he told her. 

Gloria's tongue clasped solidly around her lover's hard, agitated penis. It 
fitted snugly like a fist inside a velvety glove as her ovalled mouth kept 
on clasping against his firm rigidity while she ground her tongue 
confidently up and down the full length of his immense stalk, all the while 
stroking diligently with her fingers as she propelled him that much closer 
to the point of a spine-tingling orgasm. 

Bazooka desperately let his fingers clench against her hair, pushing and 
twisting with them as he glided her down against his long, agitated ebony 
organ, which was being pushed that much closer to the state of a wild 
explosion. 

He could feel the scalding heat building gradually in his cock and balls, 
along with the accompanying itchiness that always preceded a wild orgasm. 
His hips ground and twisted against the bed beneath him as he heaved sigh 
upon sigh, all the while being pushed that much closer to the wild precipice 
of a spontaneous orgasm. 

"OOOHHH, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, KEEP SUCKING," he loudly declared. "I'M SO CLOSE 
NOW, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, SO VERY CLOSE. SO KEEP YOUR TONGUE SLIDING. COME 
ON, OOOHHH, WORK IT REAL NICE." 

Her wildly penetrating, all-consuming tongue kept on devouring the black 
fighter's cock, grinding up and down the full length of his stiff pole. 
Already she could taste the first few drops of his pre-cum, and that only 
served to excite her that much more as she tugged resourcefully and quickly 
at his balls, begging him with her every finger movement to explode every 
stirring drop of his thick, white cyclonic juice from the end of his stormy 
cock. 

His fingers tightened even more noticeably than before as they pushed 
against her scalp while Bazooka's body lunged forward. She could hear the 
heavy, deep gasps emanating from him. Finally there was a stillness, after 
which his legs kicked back and forth with wild, ecstatic delight. 

She tensed herself, preparing to swallow the onrushing flood tide of thick 
white phallic fluid that she knew would spill from the tip of his 
electrified cock. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M UNLOADING, OOOHHH, COME ON, SWALLOW IT ALL, SWALLOW THE 
STUFF OUT OF MY PRICK, OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHH, I LOVE IT, OHHHH, I LOVE 
IIIITTT," he sighed. 

The black fighter's eyes rolled as he watched the steaming white juice 
explode from the end of his thick, lust-engorged dagger. Bazooka watched 
with wide-eyed interest his lover's clasping ovalled lips as they pushed 
determinedly against the base of his resolute spear. Her tongue rapidly 
began to attack the hot, excited drops of his flaming white phallic flood 
tide that soon began to engulf her mouth. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK IT OUT OF MEEEE," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, DO IT, 
DO IT, DO IIIIITTT." 

Bazooka's eyes opened ever wider as he continued to hold on tightly to her 
scalp, watching as Gloria's swirling red tongue pushed back and forth, 
eagerly devouring every drop of his flaming jissum. 

Several drops of his thick white flood cum rolled down the left side of her 
mouth and trickled atop the crisp white bed sheets, but the rest of his load 
she was able to skillfully control with her spirited tongue as she gulped 
and swallowed, collecting every savory drop of his inner flaming offering. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO THOROUGH," he told her. "COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP DRIVIN' 
WITH THAT HOT, BEAUTIFUL TONGUE OF YOURS. HONEY, OOOHHH, CAN YOU EVER SUCK. 
DO YOU EVER KNOW HOW TO DO IT. OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, SUCK ME OOOFFF." 

A few moments later she released her tongue from the prize fighter's prick, 
which she noticed had deflated slightly in the immediate aftermath of his 
wild, explosive climax. 

"What a cock-suck artist," he looked at her and grinned. "You couldn't be 
more passionate, honey. There's just no way." 

"There's no way that you could have been any more passionate yourself," she 
told him. "As a matter of fact, passion in one person brings it out more in 
the other. Does that make sense?" 

"It all makes sense around you. You're one of these people who makes things 
happen." 

He reached down and let his fingers slide against the smooth warmth of her 
ripe, firm ass globes. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Gloria allowed her handsome black stud lover a few minutes of rest, after 
which she was ready to renew activities. 

Even though his cock was a little deflated in the aftermath of the wild and 
volcanic orgasm he had just experienced, she was determined not to let that 
stand in her way. She reached out determinedly with her stirring fingers, 
allowing them to employ with sharp, assertive strokes as she moved them up 
and down the full length of his cock, determined to push him right back 
up-to the state of wild erection that his towering cock had achieved before 
that last orgasm. 

"Oh, honey, that really does feel good, damned good," he told her. "Come on, 
just keep on stroking. Work your fingers real nice." 

"You like the pace I'm maintaining?" 

"Oh, definitely. I love it." 

"That's good." 

"Tell you one thing, though." 

"Go ahead. I'm all ears." 

"Like for you to start strokin' a little faster. Come on, move your fingers 
up and down my long, hard prick. I wanna turn on with you again. Oh, damned, 
I'm sorry now that I've got to go to Las Vegas to fight at all. I'd like to 
just keep fuckin' with you in this room here. It's a hell of a lot more fun 
than gettin' out in the ring and slug- gin' somebody and tryin' to see that 
he don't slug you back." 

"I can imagine that, dear, but let's not even think about that right now. 
Let's just be real selfish. Let's think about ourselves. Fair enough?" 

"Oh, yeah. I wouldn't want it any other way. Come on, honey. Oooohhh, keep 
up that crisp finger action. Keep glidin' your fingers up and down my prick. 
Yeah, just look at it. It's gettin' harder already." 

He smiled triumphantly, observing the manner in which his penis was quickly 
snapping back to attention, expanding swiftly under the rapid-fire, steady 
finger impulses generated by the beautiful blonde as she confidently 
manipulated her smooth fingers up and down his long, quickly hardening cock. 

"OOOHHH, THAT'S REALLY NICE," he grinned. "COME ON, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES, 
HONEY. THAT'S ALL I NEED." 

While her fingers glided up and down his ever- hardening staff, the panting 
black man reached out and let his fingers clutch sharply against the firm 
warmth of her rapidly undulating breasts. Just having him clutch the 
marshmallow-like surface of her resilient flesh caused her to pump her 
fingers even more quickly as they moved up and down his cock. 

"OOOHHH, THAT'S NICE," he smiled. "COME ON, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES. 

YEAH. THAT'S IT. I LIKE IT. OOOHHH, LOOK. OHHHH, I'M UP, I'M UP, ALL THE WAY 
UP." 

"Yes, you really are," she smiled. "Honey, ohhh, I like that. I like the way 
you've come up there nice and tall. Ooohhhh, right where I need you." 

"Better let go. If you don't I'll juice." 

"Sure thing." 

The shapely blonde beauty released her fingers from the black man's towering 
cock. By then he was all set to move into action, to grind his hard, 
tempestuous phallic tool into the burning depths of her scalding pussy. 

Immediately she stretched out on her back, lewdly extending her shapely 
thighs, then reaching down and letting the fingers of her right hand slide 
smoothly against the wetly palpitating warmth of her sodden pink vagina. 

"OOOHHH, AM I ON FIRE," she grunted, twisting her shapely buttocks 
appreciatively. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, I KNOW YOU WANT IT. I KNOW YOU WANT 
ME. I KNOW YOU WANT TO PUSH YOUR PRICK INSIDE MY PUSSY." 

"You'd better believe I do," he nodded his head emphatically. "Okay, honey, 
old Bazooka is gonna really fuck your snatch. So just get ready." 

"I couldn't be more ready," she assured him. 

He reached down and let his fingers push tightly against the warmth of her 
twisting thighs. He heaved a deep sigh, then shoved his hard, powerful cock 
forward, allowing it to land spiritedly inside the tight inner depths of her 
rapidly spasming pussy. Back and forth She worked her hips and ass cheeks, 
and tightly she clasped her vaginal muscles, letting them clamp firmly 
around the vigorous warmth of his rapidly spearing cock as he continued to 
ram it inside her, letting it slice and twist as he pushed that much closer 
to the state of a frantic orgasm. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR COCK PLUNGING," she told him. "OOOHHH, IT'S TOO 
MUCH FOR ME. OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA JUICE. YES, OOOHHH, THE STUFF IS SPILLING 
OUT OF MEEEE. OOOHHH, DARLING. WHAT FUCKING. OOOHHH, WHAT TERRIFIC SCREWING. 
OHHHH, YOUR COCK'S ON FIRE. SO IS MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, MY PUSSY CAN'T 
TAKE ANYMORE. OHHHH, HONEY, KEEP FUCKING, KEEP FUCKING." 

Her thudding ass cheeks pressed against the warmth of the bed as he kept on 
driving his thickly stirring man meat forward, pushing and thrusting with it 
as it drove into the warm depths of her hair- fringed fissure. Tightly she 
would clasp her legs, providing him with the best possible screw, enjoying 
every blasting thrust of his blood-engorged tool as he drove it in a 
spirited sea of determination, working it into the fiery depths of her hot 
hole. 

"OOOHHH, I'M GONNA BE SHOOTIN' SOON," he told her. "OOOHHH, NO WAY I CAN 
HOLD BACK ON THIS. OOOHHH, HONEY. IT'S GOTTA EXPLODE. IT'S ALL GONNA SPILL 
OUT OF ME. HOW NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS FUCKING. 

DAMNED, OOOHHH, FUCKING AT ITS BEST. COME ON, KEEP THAT HOT BUTT OF YOURS 
SLIDING. COME ON, HONEY, SLIDE IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT. 
OOOHHH, I LOVE THE MOVEMENTS." He reached down and let his fingers cup 
against the warmth of her twisting ass globes as he kept on pushing forward 
with his savagely pummeling cock, driving it into the tight inner depths of 
her velvety womb, all the while pushing himself that much nearer to the 
state of a wild and vigorous explosion. 

"OHHH, I'M SO CLOSE, OOOHHH, I'M SO CLOSE," he told her. "COME ON, OOOHHH, 
KEEP WIGGLIN' THAT HOT ASS. COME ON, OOOHHH, WIGGLE YOUR TITS, TOO. I LOVE 
THAT. OOOHHH, I LOVE WHAT I'M WATCHING. IT TURNS ME ON. OOOHHH, DOES IT 
EXCITE ME." 

"Come on, baby. You're really fucking me good. So good I'm gonna juice 
again." 

"That's good. Keep on juicin'. It's good for you." 

"Yes, come on, ooohhh, fuck me. Fuck my pussy. I like the way you're 
plunging your stiff prick inside me. Keep on working it, darling." 

He hissed and gasped, driving his sturdy cock lasciviously forward, letting 
it piston sharply as it worked its way into the tight inner depths of her 
searingly alive vagina. 

Finally the beautiful blonde could take it no longer. Another scalding 
orgasm had to be released from her pussy. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HERE I GO AGAIN," she grunted. "COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP 
FUCKING ME WITH YOUR HARD, DRIVING COCK. COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHHH, OHHHH, I 
LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT. YES, OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE SENDING IT INSIDE 
MEEEE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG, HARD 
COOOOOCK." 

Her flouncing buttocks continued to drive back and forth, plunging against 
the bed sheets beneath her. All the while his stiffly ramrodding cock 
continued to drive into the piercing depths of her fire- filled vagina. 
Finally the sweating black man recognized that he could no longer hold back 
the fiery orgasmic fluid that was stored up in his scorching, ballooning 
testicles. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HERE I GOOOO," he told her. "OOOHHH, THE STUFF'S SHOOTING. 
YES, OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, IT'S EXPLODING FROM MY LONG, HARD PRICK. OOOHHH, 
OHHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OHHHH, COME ON, KEEP YOUR ASS CHEEKS TWISTING. YES, 
OOOHHH, HONEY, WE'RE BOTH ON FIRE. WE'RE BOTH LOVING IT. OOOHHH, EVERY BIT 
OF IT." 

Gloria shoved her ass up to meet his quick, piercing strokes as she watched 
the thick drops of his exploding sperm catapult from the end of his raging 
prick and splash in a wild gust of passionate energy into her vagina. 

A few seconds later it all came to an end and the sweating black man rolled 
off of Gloria's body. 

"Honey, you've really inspired me now," he grinned. "I'm gonna fight better 
than ever on Saturday." 

"I'll just bet that you are," she told him. "You sure do know how to wield a 
mean cock, honey. If you can fight even half as good, you oughta be champ 
someday." 

"Now that's the kind of nice talk I like to hear," he threw his head back 
and laughed. "I've gotta remember that. If I can fight half as good as I can 
fuck, I oughta be champ. I love it. Yeah, honey. That's the kind of 
compliment a guy really likes." 

"You ought to, and the compliment is completely deserved," she smiled. 
"After all, you really did give me a fantastic fuck." 

"I sure do appreciate everything you've done for me, honey. First of all you 
give me the gas. Then you let me fuck you like this." 

"I just couldn't stand to see you go on your way," she said, "without the 
gas or without the juices spilled in my bedroom." 

"Well, we were able to make it and we're both a hell of a lot better for it, 
aren't we?" 

"Oh, yes," she smiled. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Gloria Casey had had a long, trying day, and now that she had finished 
dinner, she decided to adjourn to the bedroom and watch a little television. 

She was wearing a white blouse without a bra and a pair of white shorts 
devoid of panties. She wanted to just stretch out and relax, enjoy herself, 
before finally turning in for the night. After all, she had to get up plenty 
early in the morning to get things ready for the onrushing hordes of 
gasoline seekers. Her allotment had been increased over the past few days, 
and now she was able to keep the station open for longer hours. That meant 
she had to work that much harder, and by the end of the day she was 
generally in a distraught, tired frame of mind. 

The dinner that she'd prepared for herself, coupled with the two cold beers 
she had consumed, which had relaxed her greatly, put her in a much better 
frame of mind. Now she would just watch a little television and go to bed. 

She couldn't help but think about the fact that the gas crisis had propelled 
her into such an enviable situation. Her little station, which had been so 
forlorn in the past, was now a veritable beehive of activity. She was making 
money hand over fist, and it was her desire, once that she had parlayed her 
earnings into a significant bank roll, to invest in a bar. She looked 
forward to running her own business, and was determined to eventually have 
things much easier than she did at the moment. She therefore kept telling 
herself just how important it was to keep things going on an even keel and 
not to give up, even though sometimes, when tempers smoldered under the 
intensity of the glaring desert summer sun, and people were feeling a 
tremendous desperation over their inability to obtain gas, she sometimes 
felt like just closing her station up and going away, practically anywhere, 
just as long as she could be away from the tension. 

Just as she was beginning to enjoy the detective movie that she was 
watching, her concentration was interrupted by loud, insistent knocking at 
her front door. 

She turned the television off, jumped up from the bed, and strolled 
barefooted into the living room. Meanwhile, the knocking continued. 

"Just a second," she called out with loud impatience. "I'll be there." 

She opened the door. Standing on the other side of the screen was a tall, 
slender man wearing a brown suit. He had a white ten-gallon hat on his head, 
and looked to be in a frustrated frame of mind. 

"Yes, what is it?" she asked. 

"Sorry I was knockin' so hard. I didn't know if there was anybody here for 
sure. Guess I'm in kind of a desperate mood." 

"What's the trouble?" 

"Bet you're used to sayin' that quite a bit with things the way they are," 
the man managed to grin. "Plenty of trouble, right?" 

"There's enough of it. I guess you're about out of gas. Isn't that right?" 

"Well, young lady. I was gonna ask you whether you were the woman that ran 
that there station or not. Guess I don't have to ask that anymore. Yeah, you 
got a way of cuttin' right around all the meaningless conversation. Matter 
of fact I do need some gas. You know, on top of that my car was just about 
to boil over. I stopped, let it rest, and put some water in it. It needs oil 
and gas. I'm havin' problems with my damned gauges. Thought I had plenty of 
gas. I'm gonna chew the hell out of my mechanic when I get back to San 
Antone." 

"You're from San Antonio, Texas?" 

"That's right. My name is Tex Morgan." 

"Hello. My name's Gloria." 

"Anyway, Gloria, honey. Here I was decidin' I'd drive from L.A. to Vegas to 
have me a little fun. Then I run into all this damned trouble with my car. 
Like I said, my mechanic's gonna really get chewed out when I get back to 
San Antone next week." 

"I'm sorry about your predicament." 

"How about me buyin' a full tank of gas from you and some oil. Matter of 
fact, tell you what I'll do. Seein' as how I'm disturbin' you here at night 
and all, and your station ain't open, I'll throw in an extra hundred bucks 
just because you're such a nice girl." 

"As a matter of fact, Tex Morgan,, it'll be a pleasure to do business with 
you," she smiled. "Just wait until I slip on a pair of thongs." 

"Now you're talkin'." 

Tex Morgan grinned and licked his lips lasciviously as he watched the 
beautiful blonde turn and walk from the doorway into the living room, where 
she slipped her feet daintily into a pair of thongs. He loved the shapely 
construction of her searing ass globes, which fit so provocatively into her 
white shorts. He had noticed when she had turned the other way just how 
large and firm her breasts appeared to be. He could tell that she was 
wearing no bra beneath her blouse, and his fingers itched to just reach 
inside her blouse and pry against those firm, sensuous hillocks of flesh. 

They walked into the dark, still-warm evening. The air was stifling and the 
sound of crickets could be heard all around them as they strolled back to 
the gas station. Tex Morgan's car was a black Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham. 
It bore Texas license plates. Gloria had a feeling from the air of authority 
that Tex Morgan conveyed that he was indeed a wealthy and important man. Not 
that he was in any way flaunting any wealth or self-esteem. It was just 
something that seemed to ooze out of him. 

"I'm much obliged, honey, for what you're doin' for me," he said. "I really 
would have been in one hell of a predicament if I hadn't found this station. 
And if I hadn't found you at home and willin' to do the right thing." 

"I'm stayin' at home quite a bit nights," she smiled. "Not much to do around 
here." 

"You could get into Vegas every now and then, couldn't ya?" 

"I could, except for one thing. I'm awful busy runnin' this station. Before 
the gas crisis hit, I had lots of time on my hands. Then I'd just sit for 
hours waiting for customers who would never come. Now it's a completely 
different scene. I've practically gotta beat 'em off with a stick when I 
close." 

"Sure can understand that," Tex nodded. "Got yourself a thrivin' business." 

"What line of work are you in, Tex?" she asked, pumping the gas into his 
tank. 

"Oh, I've got me a nice little spread in San An- tone," he smiled proudly. 
"One of the best damned cattle ranches in all of Texas, I think." 

"How about that. So I'm talking to a rancher." 

"Sure enough. You'd love it, honey. Hope if you ever get out San Antone way 
that you look me up." 

"I sure will." 

"The ol' Morgan Ranch. Just a little east of San Antone. Ever been there?" 

"No, I can't say I have. I've lived practically all of my life in the West." 

"Well, it's a right pretty little town. Got the Alamo right in the middle of 
the city. Got ourselves a damned good professional basketball team. Got the 
Space Needle. Ever hear about that?" 

"Oh, yes. That's where they held the Hemisphere, didn't they?" 

"Yeah. You know a little somethin' about our town," he grinned. "We're not 
all that far away from Austin. Austin is about eighty miles from San Antone, 
and I always go there during the football season to watch the University of 
Texas play. You know about the Longhorns?" 

"Not much. I've heard they have good football teams." 

"Some of the best in the country, honey. Yup. I get along pretty well. 
Enjoyin' myself." 

By then she was finished filling his tank. After that she provided him with 
the two quarts of oil he required, after which the tall, handsome Texas 
rancher reached into his wallet and pulled out the money for the gas and 
oil, then another hundred dollars as a bonus. 

"That's awfully nice of you, Tex," she smiled. "You know, with a 
hundred-dollar tip like that, it almost gives a girl the feeling that she 
ought to earn it." 

"Holy smoke, honey. You mean what I think you might?" 

"You're a nice lookin' man, Tex, and it was a pretty damned quiet evening. I 
thought first that was what I wanted, but now I'm begin' to wonder." 

"You know. I really like your way. None of this beat-around-the-bush stuff 
like it is with a lot of women." 

"I've been told that by quite a few men," she smiled. "Actually, environment 
had a lot to do with changing my attitude and lifestyle around." 

"How do you mean, honey?" he asked, looking her way puzzledly. 

"I mean that once you're stranded out here all by yourself, out in the 
middle of nowhere, you've gotta kind of create your own excitement. You 
can't wait for a nice-looking guy to ask you out on a date, then take it one 
step at a time, and finally wind up sharing the same bed with him." 

"You know, I guess you got a point there," Tex said, grinning broadly. "What 
you're sayin' is that you're all alone out here. There ain't any bars, 
discos, and the like to go to. You're not in any of the places where you'd 
be around male company. I can assure you that if you were you'd certainly 
get more than your share of attention." 

"Thank you." 

"But anyway, you're sayin' that you finally decided you'd start tellin' guys 
when they appealed to you. Isn't that about what you're sayin'?" 

' "That's exactly what I'm saying, Tex. You're a bright guy. You catch on 
real fast." 

"You're sure a sexy lookin' woman," Tex said. "You know what I noticed about 
you right away?" 

"What, Tex?" 

"I noticed you wasn't wearin' any bra underneath that blouse. Ain't I 
right?" 

"Absolutely." 

"I'd love to just reach my fingers on down and pinch those ripe cones of 
flesh." 

"Well seein' as how you were such a nice guy, Tex, and you were willin' to 
pay so generously for the gas and oil, I think I'll just accord you that 
privilege." 

"Oh, you wouldn't be kiddin', would you? I wouldn't want a slap in the face 
or anything." 

"I wouldn't kid about a thing like that, Tex. Like I told you before, 
gettin' some good lovin' is a real important thing for me." 

"Okay, honey. I'm gonna just reach on down there and have myself a little 
fun. I'm gonna put my fingers against your nice hot tits." 

"Come on, Tex," she declared breathlessly. "You're gonna love it. You're 
gonna love pinching your fingers against my boobs." 

"Ooowweee, you're some kind of woman. You're on fire, honey." 

"I know. Being around a sexy man does that to me. Is there something wrong 
with me?" 

"Absolutely not," Tex laughed robustly. 

Tex Morgan eased his fingers inside of the shapely blonde's blouse. Soon he 
was letting his hands cup firmly against the warmth of her resilient 
breasts. His fingers tightly squeezed against the warm flesh. As his fingers 
rapidly charged against the ripeness of her satiny globes, she thrust her 
jiggling bosoms back and forth, enjoying the spirited stabs of his surging 
fingers. 

"Oh, honey, this is the way to spend a night under a full moon," she smiled. 
"Havin' a nice strong Texan use his rancher's hand on my tits." 

"Oh, damn. What fantastic boobs you've got, honey. They're so shapely. I 
love that tight, warm flesh. Oowweee, I'm wild about your tits." 

"I'm wild about the attention you're giving them," she declared. "Nothin' 
wrong with playin' with my nipples, either, honey. So go ahead. Run your 
fingers over my nipples. Nice and tight. Come on, do it. Do it to me." 

Tex nodded. His fingers reached out and pinched against the warmth of her 
crinkly nipple flesh. Back and forth his fingers teasingly glided against 
her nipples, until, finally, they had become increasingly taut and she was 
gasping breathlessly, enjoying every quick, pulsating finger stroke that he 
generated against the warmth of her flesh. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT'S NIIICE," she sighed. 

There they were, standing next to the gas pump, out there miles from 
nowhere. Her hips and buttocks swayed as she continued to receive the rapid- 
fire, twisting finger sensations being spiritedly applied by the horny 
rancher. 

There was something spirited and daring about enjoying this kind of intimate 
activity out there in the open, in the darkness of the desert night. They 
both knew that there was nobody within miles of them, but yet, they still 
were out in the open, not engaging in sex in the quiet solitude of a 
bedroom. 

"Come on, tighter, pump your fingers even tighter," she panted breathlessly. 

"You got it, honey, you got it. That better?" 

"Oh, yes. I love it. Ooohhh, honey, come on, run your fingers over my tits. 
Run them over my nice, warm boobs." 

His fingers alternated between her breasts and nipples. Finally the 
beautiful blonde, her buttocks seductively wiggling, was immersed in such a 
state of feverish passion that she knew she had to take this handsome Texas 
rancher back to her house. 

"Let go," she said. "Let go right now." 

"Gettin' too horny for your own good?" he immediately ascertained, removing 
his fingers from her breasts. 

"That's right. I'm gonna render you an invitation, Tex. Hope you're not in 
such a big hurry to get to Las Vegas that you wouldn't wanna come in and 
spend a little time with me?" 

"Oh, honey, I wouldn't care where the hell I was goin'," he laughed, "or how 
damned important it was supposed to be for me to get there. When I see 
somebody like you, well, all I know is that I'm gonna have myself one hell 
of a wild time of it." 

"I like your style, Tex." 

"I like yours." 

Tex warmly threw an arm around her shoulder. He let it hang there 
affectionately as they walked arm in arm back to the house. 

In a matter of minutes they were sharing a beer. Soon, they knew, they would 
be sharing a good deal more. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

It took Tex and Gloria very little time to wiggle out of their clothes. 
Gloria was almost stripped to begin with, wearing only her shorts and 
blouse. 

Once that Tex finished sliding his white boxer shorts down his legs and off 
of him, he became immersed in a state of acute animal need. His fingers 
reached down and, with sturdy resilience, astutely pumped against the long 
flaming hunk of meat that rested between his quivering thighs. 

The tingle in Tex's eyes indicated to Gloria just how eager he was to have 
sex with her. She could see that, now that she was obtaining sex on a more 
regular basis, she was enjoying it more and more. 

Just watching him jerk his fingers with steady electricity up and down the 
smooth rubbery base of his stirring prong caused Gloria's prickly skin to 
turn into a pillar of scalding desire. 

"Oh, honey, that looks nice," she smiled. "I really love watching you pump 
your fingers against your prick." 

After a few more brisk strokes, Tex abruptly released his fingers from his 
raging cock. He reached out and began to lasciviously slide the tip of his 
sensitive, scarlet tongue around the rim of her ear, causing the shapely 
blonde beauty's hips to instinctively commence rotating under the passionate 
pressure that he seethingly demonstrated. 

"OOOHHH, THAT'S SO NIIICE," Gloria told him. 

Tex removed his sweltering tongue from her left ear, then allowed it to 
grind with the same degree of controlled authority as it laved against her 
right ear, twisting and flicking, causing wild waves of ecstasy within her 
to flow with even more volcanic urgency. When Tex finally released his 
tongue, a compelling obscenity overwhelmed his entire body as he fixed his 
sensual target on one objective, driving his stiff, blood-engorged tool into 
the fiery, moist depths of his lover's enchanting pink vagina. 

His heart raced pulsatingly as Tex became enveloped by a wildly acute need 
to plunge his sturdy, jet-propelled organ inside of her until the broiling 
jissum splashed from the end of his pulsating, ever-throbbing rod. 

Gloria let out a sensual moan as her spirited lover reached out and grabbed 
her jutting breasts as he rolled on top of her, and instinctively her legs 
widened as they cradled his steadily flailing hips. 

Even though Gloria was trying to control her responses, by then she could 
not hold back the thundering flood tide of excitement that was enveloping 
her entire body. The flowering lips of her dilating cunt widened 
appreciatively as Tex stiffly glided his thundering, hammering phallic 
weapon into the sultry wetness between her nakedly splayed thighs. 

"OOOOHHH, OHHHH, HONEY, DO IT TO MEEE," she loudly exclaimed. 

A groan of desperate, wild animalish desire seethed in Tex's ear, and it 
only served to excite him that much more as he sought to explore the 
forbidden dampened regions of his lover's exciting pink orifice. He drove 
his fiery dagger along her inviting pink slit and parted the soft, matted 
hair until it was nestled teasingly in the entrance of her scalding, dilated 
womb. 

"OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME, OHHHH, FUCK MEEE," she sighed. 

Tex clamped his fingers tightly and intensely against his lover's twisting 
ass globes, letting them press sharply as he rammed his body downward at the 
same time supporting his weight with his arms to keep from injuring her 
lower torso as his stinging cudgel disappeared with a loud squishy sound 
into the burning depths of her inflamed, gaping triangle. 

Gloria let out a throaty moan of animalish desire, her body tightening to an 
arch of hardened passion at the initial entry at the taut walls of her wet, 
smoldering slit. She writhed and bucked under the delirious sensations of 
the inescapable heat that was generating rapidly in her loins. 

"OOOHHH, COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING MEEEE," she shrieked. "COME ON, OOHHH, 
KEEP DRIVING YOUR COCK, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, SCREW ME GOOD. OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, LET'S DO IT. OOOHHH, OHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME REAL NIIIICE." 
She raised up under the sturdy pressure of Tex's quickly charging fingers. 
His glistening penis slid out until its coronal ridge caught at the 
straining lips of her quivering cunt, after which it surged inside her again 
under the stampeding sensual flood tide that was rapidly developing between 
them. 

Up and down his resilient rubbery cock kept driving, its skewering man meat 
devouring her with its thrusting devastation, causing Gloria's steadily 
dilating cunt to quake. He listened to the sounds of her intense, heavy 
breathing, and recognized that he had indeed found a woman of incredible 
sensuality, somebody who enjoyed being fucked as much as he enjoyed fucking. 

Her nostrils flared heatedly open while her breath burned in her lungs. As 
Tex kept on steadily pumping his stinging spear inside her, he ground his 
pelvis time and again against hers in a symphony of wild, unabated lust. 

Beads of perspiration began to flow down both sides of Tex's face as his 
fingers reached out and grabbed hold of the blonde beauty's rapidly 
undulating breasts. It was like holding two hot pokers in his hands as the 
seething embers of her dazzling breasts were caught by his quickly plunging 
fingers. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, TAKE CHARGE OF ME," she sighed. "COME ON, DARLING. 
OHHHH, HOLD ONTO MY TITS. YES, OOOHHH, I REALLY LIKE THAT. I LOVE WHAT 
YOU'RE DOING TO ME. KEEP IT UP, MY DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, 
I LOVE IT." 

Tex felt the smooth, raw flesh of his passion- aroused lover's scorching 
pussy lips clasp against his devastating prick while his fingers then 
reached down and squeezed the warmly invigorated nether cheeks of her ripe 
ass. 

He loved the fact that her body was ablaze with passion, and that her hips, 
buttocks, and breasts just couldn't seem to slow down as he kept on spearing 
her with his determined cock, driving it hard and fast into the tight, 
spasming depths of her wildly clasping pussy lips. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT FUCK YOU ARE," he exclaimed. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, 
KEEP WIGGLIN' THAT HOT BUTT. OHHH, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, I LOVE PLUNGING MY 
STIFF PRICK INSIDE YOU." 

He could feel the skewering sensations in his leathery, lust-bloated balls 
as Tex kept on pumping and driving with his all-conquering shaft, heaving 
deep sighs with each and every knifing intrusion into the deepest crevices 
of her moist, rapidly spasming twat. 

As Gloria's upraised buttocks heaved and ground, driving forward to meet 
every stinging onslaught of her dominating lover, she felt the tidal waves 
of passion in her throbbing cunt, which served as a constant reminder of how 
badly she needed to explode the womanly nectar of her impassioned womb. 

After a few more rapid-fire, spinning hip gyrations, accompanied by a loud 
animalistic mewl, she twisted her head from side to side as she rode her 
lover's desire-filled cock like a quivering bitch in heat. 

The beautiful blonde pumped her hips ever higher, screwing every inch of 
Tex's enticing cock, which kept cutting into her like a well-timed dagger. 
Finally she could no longer withstand the fiery tempo as a few guttural 
sounds emerged from her mouth and the spurting drops of her volcanic pussy 
juice sprayed from her tempestuous mound, splashing against Tex's sturdily 
rampaging prick and rolling down her legs. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I'M THERE, I'M THERE, I'M THEEEEREEEE," she 
cried out frantically. "COME ON, OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OOOHHH, THAT'S 
IT. KEEP ON FUCKING ME." Listening to the sloshing sounds of his fiery 
phallic tool devouring Gloria's inflamed, wet cunt, out of which a wild 
explosion was taking place, filled Tex with even greater desire to make this 
the best possible fuck that he could absolutely deliver. Now he was plunging 
himself into a world of searing passion, and was determined to explode his 
thick white phallic juice into the beautiful blonde's scalding pink pussy. 

He braced himself, plunging ever deeper into his lover's sweltering vagina. 
Each impassioned cock stab brought a relentless gasp from the blonde 
beauty's lips as she enjoyed every sweltering moment that transpired between 
them. 

Gloria realized that the impending deluge was upon her as she felt her 
lover's steaming cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her 
fleshy vaginal walls, which were flushed with reckless ecstasy as they 
awaited the inevitable flooding torrent of thick, devastating phallic 
liquid. 

Her legs parted wider as she bucked and writhed while her persistent lover 
kept pumping his mammoth, all-conquering cudgel of bloated flesh into her, 
stuffing the wetly agitated confines of her slippery cunt, battering her 
cervix as his testicles thudded against the nether cheeks of her firm, ripe 
ass. 

Tex let out a sustained groan that seemed to extend interminably while his 
thickly skewering penis throbbed with the timely pressure of a wild orgasm 
as the milky white liquid deluged her cunt, spraying with delicious delight 
as he emptied the stored-up tornado in his bloated, agitated balls. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO TIGHT, OOOHHH, SO TIGHT, SO VERY TIIIIGHT," he 
sighed. "OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP MANIPULATING THAT HOT ASS. DARLING, OHHHH, I 
LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." The final few drops of thick, white sperm gushed from 
the end of his rampaging tool, after which he then withdrew it from her 
vagina. 

As he looked down at the shapely beauty beneath him, he leaned forward and 
gratefully kissed her lips. 

"You're the wildest little filly I ever stuck my cock into," he grinned. 
"Matter of fact, honey. I'd love to have the chance to do it again." 

"Drop back again sometime." 

"I don't get out this way too much," he said. "Just usually on business. 
Tell you what I'd like, though." 

"What's that?" 

"Like for you to visit me in San Antone." 

"That would be real nice. Of course, it's awfully tough getting away from 
this gas station." 

"You're doin' pretty well here, huh?" 

"Cleaning up. As a matter of fact, I'll tell you what I've got in mind." 

"Go ahead. I'm anxious to hear." 

"I'm figurin' on sellin' this place pretty soon. That and the money I've 
saved up oughta make it possible for me to buy a place somewhere. A bar. 
Vegas. Somewhere anyway." 

"How about San Antone?" he asked. "You know, I've been wonderin' just what 
it would be like to buy me a cocktail bar. Somethin' to go along with my 
ranch. Course, the big hangup before was that I didn't have anybody to get 
involved with. You know, I'd love it if you could fly on out to the ranch 
next week or two and we could talk it over. Just maybe we could become 
partners. You could plop down a little somethin' and I could pick up the 
rest. Then you could kind of run my bar for me, look after it, and we could 
renew our acquaintances. You never know just how far this relationship will 
go if we give it a chance." 

"Tex. You're really some kind of guy," she laughed. "You're as blunt and 
plain speaking as I am." 

"I know I am. That's why I can appreciate that quality in you. I've got it 
myself, honey." 

"Yes. You certainly have. Well, I just say that this is the best offer I've 
had in quite awhile. Do you think I'd like San Antone?" 

"You'd love it. I'll tell you something, though. 

It's missin' one thing." 

"What's that?" 

"It's missin' you. I never realized just how much it was missin' until I met 
you." 

She laughed loudly, running her fingers over Tex Morgan's forehead. 

"Oh, Tex. I must say that I really have enjoyed screwing with you. I would 
like to talk further about this. Tell you what. How about spending the night 
here with me? In the morning, if you've got time, or even starting right 
now, we can begin discussing this. I can pull out a couple more beers and we 
can have at it." 

"That's fine. But still I'd like you to be visitin' San Antone pretty soon. 
I'm figurin' on goin' ahead with this deal. I'd like to buy a bar. I'd like 
to get involved with you in business and keep things goin' in the other 
direction, too." 

Mischievously he reached down and cupped his fingers tightly against the 
warmth of her silky white buttocks. 

"What a nice set of ass cheeks," he grinned. "I got me a good look at them 
when you walked away right after we met." 

"I know that." 

"You got eyes in the back of your head?" he looked at her in surprise. 

"So to speak. I got great peripheral vision, honey. I can always tell when a 
guy's lookin' at me. 

"You really are shrewd. No wonder you've done such a damned good job at this 
here station." 

"The gas crisis has helped." 

"Yeah, but a lot of gals wouldn't have been able to take the pressure. 
You've been able to." 

"How'd you like to fuck me again?" 

"You're on." 

Gloria reached out and let her fingers begin to slide against the full 
length of Tex's cock. Before long she had pumped it back to full erection. 
"Well, here we go again," Tex laughed. 


THE END
