My Hot Box
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE 

While reposing my scantily attired body crosswise on the king-size bed, I 
dragged avidly from the freshly lighted cigarette. I felt terribly alone and 
wanted to do something to get a charge. I'd never smoked, and I was getting 
sick as hell. I felt terribly alone in our spaciously beautiful bedroom, 
which for some reason seemed dismal. Even the sensual and erotic pictures 
and paintings on the walls seemed to be prisoners of boredom. I continued to 
try to smoke the cigarette while I let my imagination carry me away wherever 
it wished. Knowing my imagination, I would probably end up cumming before it 
behaved itself. I needed it, but needed it to be done properly. 

Now, I said "my scantily attired" mainly because at that moment I was only 
clad in a pair of pink panties, and all I have always heard and seen of 
myself, particularly my passionately voluptuous attributes, and from the way 
men and women look at me, I deem myself to be the personification of 
loveliness. I was blessed with the most torridly feminine attributes around, 
to say the least. I had the curves, the mounds, the slopes and valleys, and 
I had been told mine are the kind of attributes that would explode an 
impotent old man's balls for him. I don't know about that, but I do know 
that Mother Nature has obviously smiled proudly down upon me, for I was 
going to be the Cover girl of Ethereal magazine's new Calendar, also the 
Centerfold for the same magazine, as well as the girl on the back Cover. I 
would not just be nude in any of the shots; I would be stark naked in them 
all! And the entire world would have a chance over the next twelve to 
fourteen months, to see my incomparable beauty. 

No! No! NOOOOoooo! It isn't vanity! I'm not a vain person. I am merely being 
candid, as I shall be at all times throughout this intimate and provocative 
narrative. And, that which might tend to suggest vanity should be declared 
null and void. 

However, because you should not be left alone in a confused illusion or 
intricate reverie about my physical being, and what later on endeavor to 
give to you a complete and comprehensive description of myself, as well as 
everything else. And, I do solemnly swear all will be unbiased. If you are 
honest with yourself, I'm positive you will not deem me to be vain, but an 
unusually candid person. 

Another important thing you should keep in mind; although I am speaking to 
you through this personal and impartial narrative of events in my past, I am 
yet very, very far from being in my dotage. I am still quite young, and I 
continue to enjoy my absolutely uninhibited life vehemently, as only a bitch 
like me can do. 

I am not a whore or lesbian, although I do live a life of subtle 
promiscuities, and am surely a bitch of questionable demeanor. So, I don't 
put anyone down for what they are, because I would never try to refute any 
statements, written or otherwise, that suggests or proclaims me to be a 
sexually-perverted young woman, for indeed I am. 

Briefly, my name is Keah Yolanda Yvonne Tatupu. Naturally I am 
French-Hawaiian, or, Hawaiian-French. At any rate, I was born and raised on 
the mainland in America. I attended the University of Southern California, 
where I majored in Education and English, but discovered very little about 
my inner being until I had graduated. I would soon discover I was a nympho 
and a masochist, being a nympho-masochist, and becoming a confirmed 
nympho-masochist, to live and do such things as this person would do, until 
destiny decided on something different. 

At the moment, while depressed, alone and needing to be sucked and fucked, 
needing to have my big long-dick lover crush my tits with his powerful hands 
for me, to pinch hell out of my nipples, to pull my long black hair out by 
the roots, to goose me in my panting, mucky asshole, to propel his kingly 
organ all the way to the bottom of my well-developed pussy hole, I contented 
myself by finishing up the stick of grass while II reminisced. 

Before I relate those thoughts to you, let me please give you more than my 
name to remember. I want you to remember ALL of me, and forget none. 

I'm considered to be a tall girl; reasonably so, not exceptionally. I'm not 
a string-bean with a heavenly face and with attributes that go without 
notice. There is sultry flesh on my sturdy five-feet-eight-inch frame. 
Anyway, Wade Saxton, my adorable, experienced, good dick lover adores my 
satiny-bronzed complexion more than I do, and I keep it at it's peak of 
remarkable brilliance. My hair coloring is blue-black and naturally 
blue-black. I've never used any hair coloring on it at all, and it falls 
back in a thick mane over the contours of my delicate shoulders, and is 
silken soft at all times. It stops just short of my hips, or if over my 
front, slightly below my waist. My eyes? They're wide, hazel and according 
to Wade, outshine the most precious gems on or in the earth. They are 
imbedded on opposite sides of my distinctively protruding nose. Lips? Full 
and succulent ones that they are, along with my pearly white teeth, 
personify a bouquet of succulent inviting nectar. Every since I can remember 
I have always been particular about keeping all of me in the best possible 
physical appearance at all times. This includes my waist, which is quite 
tiny, my belly, which is as flat as a board, and curvaceous attractively 
stimulating legs, while they blossom into my velveteen smooth thighs, which 
naturally swell firmly and voluptuously into my bouffant hips. Ah, ha! But 
it is my pop-to breasts that are MY pride and joy, as well as Wade's. And 
please believe me when I say, they are high and very erect on my chest, 
shaped like bounteous cones, with all of their torridly hot loveliness 
coming to a throbbing conclusion with big, thick and rigid-hard nipples at 
their ends. My nipples are almost like a very young girl's tits beginning to 
grow, and are without question the most sensitive parts of my upper torso. 
Wade can cream me in so many ways through manipulation of my titties. 

Now, I had been studying modeling while in my last year at S.C., as well as 
taking up an unusual sport for one with such loveliness as myself. Kenpo 
Karate. I was a First Brown Belt when I MET UP WITH Mister Wade Saxton, his 
friends Toby and Talia Simms. 

I had seen Toby and Talia at the studio on Sunset Boulevard many times, and 
had occasionally talked with Talia. I had also watched the Kenpo Master, 
Wade Saxton fight many, many times, but always from afar. The closest I ever 
came to the handsome half-breed's body was when I looked at his pictures in 
Martial Arts magazines. 

The day Wade Saxton took over the martial arts Academy I was attending, was 
the day I knew what life was all about. None of us, excluding the man who 
had previously owned the Academy, and Toby and Talia knew anything about 
Mister Saxton's taking over. And when Ed Steinberg had us all together in 
the large front training room and told us, the oooh's and ahhh's roared. 
Everyone was shackled with excitement. I was ready to cum! 

Wade was handsomely attired in an Orange pullover sweater, light blue 
trousers, with white low-cut shoes. He was a stature of unquestionable 
masculinity that stopped in front of me. I was close enough to reach out and 
touch him, and all at once my heart began to throb and my clitoris-a live 
fuse-yawned awake, then began to quiver. I couldn't believe a man could be 
so beautiful. I knew all about his martial arts abilities, just like 
everyone else. But that was not what concerned me right then. His skin was 
tawny beautiful, and his coal black hair was in big thick curls touching his 
shoulders. His flashing gray eyes were ever so erotically appealing, it was 
like God turning on the lights in the Universe when he looked at me. He was 
turning on a soul I never knew I had, a life I had never lived, a love I had 
never owned, a passion and desire I had forsaken. Goddamn, the bastard was 
fascinating! 

I remember he told us all to sit where we were, because he wanted us to be 
comfortable while he told us of his policy, and the changes we could expect 
to be made. 

Now, I was in the front row, and right in front of Wade. When I sat down and 
looked up, the only thing I saw was the print of his beautiful cock sitting 
there on the left side of his trousers against his left thigh. 

I had never seen a cock other than that of a small child, and I had no idea 
what one looked like in reality when attached to a fully grown man. 
Therefore, the size of Wade's cock didn't strike me as being anything 
unusual, and no more than any other man had. That was how little I knew 
about the male anatomy and attributes, particularly the private ones. But, 
seeing that beautiful cock's print right there in reach caused me to tingle 
all over, and my mouth watered. I felt like I was going to shit and piss at 
the exact same time, and couldn't understand why. I had pissed earlier, and 
also taken a good, healthy shit. Then I remembered I had dreamed of a real 
cock once, with all kinds of dimensions, from a very tiny to an exaggerated 
large. I was looking at the exaggerated large in reality right then. 

After telling us he was going to get our behinds in top physical condition, 
and how it would be done, the beautiful man with the big beautiful cock 
asleep on the left side of his trousers, walked away to get into his G.I.s. 
Ed Steinberg started us out stretching. 

So, that was Wade Saxton in person; the man who just had to be the ideal 
dream-man of every young chick and a helluva lot of old hens who had seen 
him. He was absolutely terrific. I could feel his kingly cock bursting my 
pussy hole wide open right then. I even thought I felt it plunging off into 
my mouth and throat, then on up into my asshole. Christ! I was going to cum 
if I kept it up. Gosh! Could I give him my little ole cherry to pop? Ooh, 
shit, that sounded good, and felt even better. Waaaahhhhoooo! I could do it! 
I could let him break into my body! He could be my first! He could be my 
last! Fuck, he could be my everything! Waaaahhhhoooo, look out, little 
cherry. Virginity: lost, but never found, would most likely be the way it 
would end up between Mister Saxton and lil'l ole me. 

"He's somethin' else, ain't he?" Talia said to me, as I was doing a complete 
split, all the way down to the floor. It was quite easy for me. I'd 
practiced it all of my life. 

"Doesn't seem real," I told her. I was so excited my cunt was boiling my 
juices. 

"Well," she grinned, "he's not only real, but single. No girl friend at the 
moment, and er, you're without a fella. And, Toby and me just happen to be 
very close friends. Want an intro?" 

I felt a sharp pain at the end of my clit, then pure ecstasy. 

"Why not?" I smiled. 

"Hey," grinned Talia, "see that beautiful cock of his?" 

"er, huh," was all I dare say. Then added, "Yeah!" 

"How would you like to go to bed with something like that up in your cunt or 
your ass, huh?" 

Waaaahhhhoooo! Was she ever uninhibited, I thought. In my asshole? Was she 
kidding? All of that hunk of meat with no fat? 

"I bet you can just get your mouth over it," Talia went on. "I've seen it 
when it's hard, baby. Beautiful! Is it ever beautiful. Toby's not far 
behind. Give my jaws a real workout!" 

Asshole? Mouth? Jaws? I knew what she was talking about, but hadn't the 
slightest idea how to answer her. 

"Er, I suppose you know him quite well," I said. 

"Know him?" she smiled fully. "We live with the guy! You mean ... how well 
do we know him...." 

"Quite well, I suppose," I said, meaning that she had let him fuck her cunt, 
asshole and mouth for her. 

"Not that well, Yo-Yo," she said honestly. "I've got what I want. I've 
always had it. I always will." 

"Toby?" 

"My man, baby. MY man!" 

We looked up and saw Wade was standing right above us with gold satin G.I.s 
on and his Black Belt. He look "smashing," as the British would say. My 
little pink beast, my clit, fainted, and my cunt was about to vomit up an 
orgasm. But there was no sign of his glorified organ showing. Since men in 
martial arts all wear protective cups, I imagined his was sitting in a very 
special one, designed especially for him. There couldn't possibly be another 
cock as kingly as his! 

He knelt down in front of me, with his eyes intently observing my perfectly 
executed split, and he noticed I was in no agony at all. 

"This is Keah Yolanda Yvonne Tatupu, Wade," Talia said. 

"Hi, Keah," he said to me. "You seem to be comfortable in that position. Are 
you?" 

"Er, huh," I managed to say to this bronzed god. I wanted to kiss his sexy 
mouth with my entire body. 

"You know the SWORD SET?" he asked me. LONG #5? STAFF SET? LONG #4? TRIDENT 
SET? FINGER SET? MOVING FINGER and your twenty-one Brown Belt Basics?" 

"Er, huh?" 

"All sixty techniques?" 

"All sixty." 

"How far are you along in your Black Belt Basics and techniques?" 

"All fourteen basics and eight techniques." 

"How well do you know them?" 

"As well as I've been taught." 

"Good! You seem to be one student I'm not going to have to shape up or ship 
out. And you're pretty, too!" 

"Thank you," I smiled. 

"Can we talk later? Privately?" 

"If you like." 

"I like. Oh, er, you married?" 

"Nope." 

"Then let's make it very private." 

"Okay," I cooed. 

"And, er, don't stretch anything out of place," he said, as he stood up, 
giving me an oblique, amorous look. 

Talia, who also had the face and body of a photographer's model winked her 
baby-blue eyes at me when Wade walked away. Then she said, "Don't screw up, 
Kiddo. He doesn't take to girls that easily. You're obviously something 
special. He'll give it to you good. Maybe he'll even cum for you. Just be 
sure if it's in your mouth you don't waste it. He goes crazy when it's 
wasted! And I don't blame him. Any broad with a truly good sense of taste 
would never waste that rich, thick and delicious cum, Baby. Right?" 

What the fuck was she talking about? Him cuming in my mouth? Ah, shit! Did 
men do that? Or better still; did women like for men to do it? Was that a 
part of love making? Hell, I didn't know from shit. So, since Talia seemed 
to have all the answers, I assumed getting dicked in all of those ways was 
part of physical love, and it was alright, and I didn't give it another 
thought. 

It was a Tuesday evening in July, and the academy at that time didn't have 
air-conditioning. And, like all Tuesday nights, it was physical training. 
Only with Wade to those not in good condition it was more like doing 
everything at once. There were some of the previous instructors, Blue and 
Green Belts who did not even do the five minutes of running in place for 
Wade. And the master gave them hell. I mean he really talked about them and 
their poor physical conditions like crazy. I thought several times he was 
going to smack a couple of the guys. But instead of doing anything physical 
to them, he told everyone who could not go through his training routine, he 
would give them three weeks to get into shape, and if by then they weren't, 
they could find another school. He told them they were not living up to 
their terms of the contracts they had signed, and were wasting their money. 
He added, he did not need their money, and would not accept it if they were 
not learning and maintaining a certain level of physical fitness, and that 
went double for all instructors. 

"Tough guy," one of the girls was saying in our dressing room. "He expects 
us to be like him. He can kiss my fucking asshole!" 

"We aren't the ones to complain to, bitch," Talia told the girl. "You got 
troubles? Tell'um to Mister Saxton or keep your fucking mouth shut, I'd hate 
to be the one to have to close it for you: you be a helluva time getting it 
opened again." 

"You go to hell, freak!" the angry girl said, then picked up her bag and 
switched out. 

Freak? Yeah, I'd say Talia had to be from what she was telling me about sex. 
However, all she had said to me, appealed tremendously to my sexual nature. 
It just seemed right No one had ever touched me; no man or boy had ever put 
his hands on my titties or my hips and especially not my split beaver. But I 
was filled with ecstasy and passionate desire to have all of these and more 
things done to me. 

When I was dressed, Talia looked up at me with roving eyes, then she said, 
"You fill out that capri set like a photographer's model." She pointed to my 
breasts. "Yours?" 

"Sure. They look false?" 

She shook her head. "Naw. Just obscene! You're gonna knock Wade right out of 
his no-cum-habit." 

"Beg your pardon??" 

"He doesn't like to cum," she told me. "Says it's not worth the energies he 
has to put out. But, he likes making all kinds of love. You can get his cum 
I bet. Make him give it to you, shit." 

"I see." Only I didn't. 

We finished in the dressing room and walked out. Wade was waiting beside one 
of the kick bags. He turned his smiling face to us. 

"You don't look that way in your G.I.s" he told me. "You a model or 
something?" 

'Yes," I replied. "Photographer's model. And you're very kind. Flattery?" 

"Hardly. I'm only a man." 

"A very handsome man." 

"And you're sexy as hell." His eyes were burning holes in my top, as he 
peered intently at my thick nipples pressing against the fabric. "Beautiful 
as they come. You busy?" 

"Er, I, we, well no ... " 

"Good. How about dinner?" 

"I, er, have to, er, to go, er, and, er, er shower...." 

"Poor excuse," he cut in. "Just tell me you're not sleeping around, and I'll 
understand." 

"Huh?" Damnit, I was so dumb I could have killed myself. 

"Well, you obviously have a good lover," he told me. "Nobody like you I've 
heard of before ... is free." 

"But I am," I said, almost pleading for him to ask me again. 

"Oh, I get it," he grinned. "You just don't give it up on your first date, 
is that it?" 

"Why, er, I, well...." 

"It's alright. You got a car?" 

"Yes, but not here...." 

"Then permit me to drive you home. 

"Okay." 

"I'll see you guys later," Talia said when Toby came up behind her and took 
her in his arms and gave her titties a big, hard squeeze. Shit, that looked 
good! 

"See you," I forced myself to say. 

"Take it easy," Wade told his two blond-headed friends. 

"Of course you're kidding," smiled Talia, winked her eye, and walked out 
with Toby still squeezing one of her tits and nibbling at her ear. I was 
really excited behind all of that action. 

Wade and I walked quietly to his new Lincoln Continental he had just bought. 
He opened the door for me and I got in. He went to the driver's side and got 
in under the steering wheel. 

"Where to, loveliness?" he asked my sweetly. 

Well, I tell you what; I may have been dumb about sex, but I was not just 
plain DUMB. I know a man like Wade Saxton comes along just once in a girl's 
lifetime, if at all. Being a virgin and raised by a strict family, I knew 
nothing at all about life. But I was sexy and beautiful, and I wanted Wade 
Saxton. I had already made up my mind he was the one, and I was going to let 
him do whatever he wanted to do to me, whenever and wherever. I felt for 
sure I was living out my last moments of virgin-hood. 

"So, I said, "Hey, I, er, I don't have to do anything special. And I am 
hungry." 

"Would you consider eating at my place?" he asked. "There'll be other people 
there, so you won't have to worry about me stealing your goodie. How about 
it?" 

"Who said you'd have to steal it? And your invitation sounds great." 

Since Wade lived up on Bassey Street, overlooking all of Los Angeles, it was 
quite a drive for us. But he didn't talk about fucking or anything about 
sex. He talked about how I felt being a model, and being involved in martial 
arts. In those early days of our relationship I only knew of a few young 
women who were remotely interested, and they were considered to be an elite 
class of females, mostly very manly, even lesbians. I told him I worked hard 
at it for years, and I thought whenever I won my Black Belt I would have 
rightfully earned it. 

He also surprised me when he told me he was also a photographer, and was 
thinking seriously of starting another magazine. He owned one KENPO: FIST 
LAW. His mind was set on a magazine to compete with the likes of PLAYBOY and 
other girlie magazines. He would call it Ethereal. It would be different. 
Although sex would be suggested and revealed, and sexuality explored in 
depth, it would not be all sex, and pornography was not even hinted, even 
though the naked bodies of sexy young girls would grace many of the pages 
each month. Wade's idea of pornography meant those who used and abused sex 
to the point of preying upon the weaknesses of others for a buck, otherwise 
it was not pornography. 

What interested me most of all about his idea was his ideals for Cover 
Girls, Centerfolds and Calendar Girls. He said I would probably be the most 
interesting Calendar or Cover Girl anyone could ever hope to photograph. I 
thanked him kindly for thinking of me in that light, and by then he was 
pulling into the driveway at the house. 

There was a big green lawn out in front with a steel wire fence surrounding 
it. The lawn was beautifully green, with shrubs growing down the walkway, 
around the side of the fence, and some against the house. Lovely flowers 
were also planted in various spots in the lawn to add to its beauty. 

"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed. 

"Wait'll you see the back," he told me, getting out of the car. 

He was the perfect gentleman, He came around and opened the car door for me 
and helped me out. I thanked him, and he took my hand and we walked together 
beside the house into the back. And I had to agree with him; it was more 
beautiful. 

There was a heart-shaped swimming pool in the center of the green lawn, and 
a beautiful rose garden all around the side of the high brick wall. There 
was also a patio and furniture, a barbeque grill, a bar and plenty of 
furniture for sunning or relaxing. 

We smiled as we entered the back door, then I was shocked at what I saw. 
Talia and Toby were nude on the living room floor, and she was really giving 
his cock a good sucking. He was moaning, grunting and pinching her nipples. 
I almost came just by looking. Then she spit the mammoth dick out of her 
mouth, licked her lips and smiled. "Sorry," she said more or less 
apologizing. "My brother's cock was in my throat!" 

Brother? Cock in her throat? Was she kidding me? Was I so dumb? Incest? 
Waaahhhooo, the things some people did. Waaahhhooo! 

"Er, its alright," I managed to say, holding onto Wade's hand, wanting him 
to hurry up and get me out of there. I was going to cum any minute! Damn, I 
sure needed to be laid badly. I knew it for sure right then, and wasn't 
about to deny myself the pleasure of having Master Wade Saxton pop my cherry 
box open for me. My panties were getting soaked with my passion juice right 
then, and my cunt was pleading for his kingly cock to break into it. All the 
way in! 

"You can shower here if you like," Wade told me. "As you can see, we're a 
family." 

"That's beautiful," I said. 

"We think so. We've seen HAIR about thirty times at least, and we agree with 
it, and disagree along with it, too. So, we do as we feel. But, er, we 
seldom smoke. You?" 

"Er, no." 

"Grass, I mean," he smilingly said. "Er, no. Not even cigarettes." 

"Good." 

"What?" 

"You. Look, after you've had your shower and we've eaten, we'll have some 
fun. If you want privacy, I have my room." 

"Er, privacy," I grinned. "Absolute privacy." 

"Great. We've got roast beef for tonight. You like it?" 

"Love it." 

"I'll show you where everything is, and let you get yourself all cleaned up. 
Would you like one of Talia's sheer gowns? Or maybe a baby-doll ensemble? 
They're all new. She hasn't worn them." 

"Oh ... Er, alright." 

After we had toured the house we ended up in the shower area of the bathroom 
together. And I didn't have the slightest idea Wade was going to shower with 
me until I noticed he was undressing. I didn't want to appear dumb and 
inhibited, so I just got out of my things as if I had done it a thousand 
times before. Then I turned and saw his cock. The stem of a god! The wand of 
a king! A miracle worker! 

He boldly stepped past me and turned on the water, smiled, and I stepped out 
of my panties and into the shower. He looked at the thick patch of black 
flaxen hairs around my pussy and nodded his head approvingly. 

"You're apparently a healthy girl," he told me. "You've managed, with the 
help of Mother Nature, of course, to grow two heads of lovely hair." 

"Oh?" 

"Jesus!" he exclaimed, handing me a shower cap while he stared at my 
breasts. "If I wasn't seeing them with my own eyes, I'd swear they were 
false. Er, you gonna let me enjoy 'um?" 

"Sure," I told him, stepping under the water, and he took me at my word. 

As soon as we were under the water together, his hands came upon them. I had 
my hands up at the time, stuffing my hair under the shower cap. His hands 
surrounded my titties and gave them a delightful squeeze. 

"Hey, outta sight!" he exclaimed in my ear, then kissed the back of my neck. 
I began tremble as sparks of desire jumped off the tip end of my clit. "Real 
ones! I can't believe it. I swear I'm jealous." 

"No need to be," I assured him. 

He turned me around so we were facing each other, and he could see all of me 
from the front. He was looking at me in what I considered a strange way at 
the time. Suddenly. I felt his hands touching my quivering hips, then move 
away. I tried to act normal, but I was on top of a wild volcano that was 
getting ready to explode. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle it. I was 
so lost in my strange feelings I forgot what I was doing. I was content on 
what he was doing to me. His big gray eyes ran all over my curves and 
mounds. 

Finally he pulled me into his arms. I was naked and plush against him, with 
his hot hands upon my ass-cheeks, moving around in stimulating little 
circles ever so gently. All the while I was seeing my own pleasures in his 
eyes, a pleasure I had never seen before, and certainly never lived. 

I had kissed a few boys before, but I had never been kissed by any of them 
the way Wade kissed me that night. In a moment his lips were near mine, but 
not touching. Then he ran his tongue over my lips, with the tip just barely 
touching, as if he was tasting me. I went limp. His hands were still upon my 
naked flesh, and our tongues were engaged in a heated battle with one 
another, fighting for the ecstasy that was being constrained. In another 
moment he sent his hands on a torrid tour of my body that carried them all 
over my upper torso, my hips and my belly as well as my aching tits. Fiery 
hands left fiery trails wherever they traveled, until I thought I would go 
mad with desire. My pleasures were no longer restrained, but more and more 
was being provoked and evoked. 

"UMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned softly for him. He had me on fire inside 
and out, and he was just beginning." UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! 
UMMMMMMMMMMnhnnnnnnnn!" 

I felt his hard cock punching me in the belly just above my navel. I wanted 
this stem that protruded from his groin in my body. I had to know what it 
was like just to hold it in my hands. MY hands had never experienced such a 
delightful thrill before. I gave it to them right then. I reached down and 
caught the throbbing root of his sexual body, and couldn't get my fingers 
around it. I tried ever so hard, but to no avail. It was that kingly. Now, 
more than ever before, I wanted it in me. I had to have this throbbing king 
of cocks, king of delectation, way up in me where nothing save that which I 
was born with had ever been. I wanted it to live in me as a plant lives in 
the ground, as a tree grows by the river, as a body of land is surrounded by 
great waters, so. did I want my body to surround this manly cock of all 
cocks, master of all pricks, conqueror of cunts and weapon of pleasure. 

In his search of my body he eventually arrived upon the mound of my delicate 
front ingress to ineffable pleasure that was bubbling hot between my 
slightly parted and quivering thighs. My soul fled my being. He touched my 
clitoris and I exploded. "UHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNN!" I moaned against his lips 
as I spent a rich orgasm. "OOOHHHHHhhhh, Wade, OOOHHHHhhh! OOOHHHHhhh! 
UUUUUMMMMmmmm! AAAAHHHHhhh! AAAAGGGHHHhhhh!" 

Wade mercilessly tormented my enflamed clitoris and made me live in the 
active inferno he built between my thighs. I lost my sense of balance, and 
my sense of concentration failed me, my sense of direction ran away and hid, 
and I was left alone to be melted in that hot inferno, with my body a living 
slave to the naughty fingers maddening me. I was jerking, twitching and 
riding the hot tidal waves of pleasure, one after the other. 
"OHHHHHHhhhhhh!" I whimpered as I screamed. "OHHHHHHhhhhhh! You're making me 
cum, Wade! I'm cuming! AAAAAGGGGGHHHHhhhh!" 

I was so thoroughly impassioned I was limp and sinking to the floor. I was 
crying and moaning and suffering beautifully as the hot thrills and burning 
sensations continued to ignite and explode me. 

Then I was there on my knees facing his massive stem and did not know what 
in hell to do with this masculine beauty-wand. I just remembered what I had 
seen Talia doing, and remembered what she said at the academy, and took it 
in my mouth. 

Wade placed his hands behind my head and began to move his hips. He was 
fucking my mouth! His stem was growing deeper and deeper into my mouth. Not 
knowing any better, I thought what was happening was something all girls did 
to their men. And taking his massive cock so far into my mouth as I was, was 
something entirely new for Wade, but I didn't know it. 

Since what I was doing seemed to please him, and he was really giving my 
mouth a good fuck, I just let him have his pleasures because I was sure in 
hell having mine. I began to feel him trembling as big and as powerful as he 
was, and his stem got harder and thicker, and, OOOPS! down my gullet it 
went. I couldn't breathe! And I didn't know what the hell to do. My eyes 
began to water-my pulse was beating ever so rapidly, and I was getting 
dizzy. All the time Wade was having himself a ball fucking my throat. The 
way he was shoving cock in and out of my gullet, it had to be terribly good 
to him, and even though I was suffering, I was cumming like a freak all the 
time. 

Then, just as it had slipped down into my gullet, it came back up. The 
damned thing began to erupt, and he began to grunt and groan and express his 
ecstasies aloud. "AHHHH, goddamn!" he yelled out. "CHESUS, I'm cumming in 
your mouth! AAAAAARGGGHHHhhh! UUUMMM!" 

I was so busy remembering what Talia had told me about not wasting his 
cream, I didn't get to see his face. But he must have looked like a 
different person altogether. And, gar lee!-was he ever full. I thought he 
was never going to stop spurting. It was striking the roof of my mouth, and 
I had to gulp it down rapidly. He must have had a good half-cup or more, and 
it was still gushing from that little canal in the head of his mammoth joint 
into my cum-hungry mouth, and I continued to gulp it into my cum-filled 
belly where it must have quickly digested. 

As the last few drops went down, I looked up and smiled. I had given him the 
greatest thrill in all of his life and didn't know it. But all I wanted at 
the time was for him to be pleased, because I was proud of myself. 

Wade was not pleased at all, but for different reasons. 

"I er, do something wrong?" I wondered as I stood up. 

"Wrong? Er, no. No, not at all. It's just that you're, er, you're a virgin, 
and I hate virgins!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Wade finished his shower and got out with a disappointed look on his face. I 
had given him a mighty blow-job, taken his kingly cock down in my gullet, 
and even ate his cum without wasting a drop. And just because he discovered 
I had a hymen, suddenly he detested virgins. Why? A girl was only a virgin 
no longer than her hymen was intact. He could break the damned thing if he 
wanted to. He certainly had the equipment. 

But, there he was drying himself off without looking at me. My world was 
crumbling into bits and pieces, and looked like a giant jigsaw puzzle. I 
didn't know what pieces to try and put back together first. I began to cry. 

When I stepped out of the shower, Mister Wade Saxton tossed me a towel, and 
I began to dab myself dry while I sniffled. "You're a cruel bastard, you 
know that!" I whimpered. 

"Cruel?" 

"Yes, cruel! You know damned well I would never have sucked your cock like 
that if I didn't have strong feelings for you. I've never sucked a cock 
before, damn you! I even let you cum in my mouth ... and I ate it! I ate 
your goddamn cum, you sonofabitch, and now ... now you're treating me like 
... like a ... a fucking whore that took your money ... and didn't please 
you...." 

"No , shit?" he grinned doubtfully. "You took my hunk of meat all the way 
into your gullet ... and you want ME to believe YOU never sucked it before? 
You're full of shit, baby! Oh, I admit you have a hymen and you're obviously 
a hymen-virgin, but it's also obvious to me you've had plenty of experience 
in cocksucking!" 

I whirled in anger. Fire was beaming from my eyes. "Mister know-it-all," I 
said," for your information, I didn't have the slightest idea what I was 
doing, or you were doing to my mouth. I wanted to please you, so, I figured 
you were doing what you enjoyed, and I let you continue. But you don't have 
to believe me. Just forget me! And you can forget that ... that bit of ... 
of finger fucking you gave me, too. And please, don't even think of the 
other." 

"Forgotten," he said. 

"You're a queer, you know that, Mister Saxton? Here I am ... I've got a 
soft, mellow, sweet, tender young body no man has ever touched, and I'm 
shaped like a goddess of life. and my attributes are better looking than any 
you've ever seen, let alone made love to, my box is hot, virgin tight with a 
ripe cherry just waiting for you to pluck, and all you could do was finger 
fuck me! Now, you make the excuse you're not going to lay me because I'm a 
virgin, and you detest virgins. You're full of shit, Mister Saxton! 
Bullshit! I ... I must be goofy ... offering you myself like this when we 
just met, and you obviously don't like women, and even though I'm a virgin, 
I'm too much woman for you. So, I fervidly apologize for that exclusive blow 
I gave you! Next time, you take your hunk of meat to a damned ewe! Or use 
your damned hands. Ohhh, I bet you're good at that. Naw; you're great at it! 

He was silent as he slipped into his black robe that was trimmed in red, 
then walked out of the bathroom. I watched him go out of the door and out of 
my life. I was alone like always. I was a prisoner in the shackles of life, 
a captive of passion and desire. I was breathing without a breath and crying 
without a tear. I was so hurt and frustrated and befuddled I couldn't even 
get sick and puke up his damned cum. Shit! 

I hurried up and got dressed and came out of the bathroom on wobbly legs. I 
was so ashamed I couldn't hold my head up. I knew Toby and Talia had heard 
it from Wade, that he'd had his best blow, but I could keep my damned cherry 
where it was. 

"Wade's waiting in the car for you," Talia told me. "See you tomorrow 
evening." 

She and Toby were still there on the floor enjoying each other. I was 
curious and had to know the truth. 

"Thanks," I said at first. Then, "Hey, are you guys really sister and 
brother?" 

"Twins," said Talia. "Unidentical twins." 

"Oh? And, er, you don't have any scruples about incest, huh?" 

"It's what's happening, Baby," said Talia. She sat up on top of Toby while 
his prick was still in her cunt. She grinned at me lasciviously. "Neither 
one of us has made it with anyone outside the family. Toby got Mom, I got 
Dad ... They're dead now, so, we stick together. It's a small family 
tradition, and we wouldn't have it any other way." 

"Er, what happened to you and Wade?" asked .Toby. 

"I'm a virgin," I replied," and he hates virgins." 

"No, shit?" said Talia. "Didn't you guys do anything?" 

"Sure," I said, feeling terribly embarrassed. "I went down on him." 

"Obviously you didn't do a very good job," she said directly. "He digs sex. 
He's strange though, kinda like us. We don't like it a little, we love it a 
lot. We do it all. I get choked at times when Toby get's so carried away, 
and makes me hold all of his sweet cock down in my throat. But, you know 
what? I actually cum like a freak while I'm choking to death!" 

"I know what you mean." 

"How would you know?" she smiled. "You ain't took Wade Saxton like that. Did 
you?" 

I nodded. "I thought that was the way it was supposed to be done." 

"Sonofabitch!" Toby exclaimed. Wooouuuwwweeeaaa! And he's letting you get 
away? Something's wrong, baby." He looked up at Talia in deep thought. "Wade 
ain't never had his cock sucked like that before. But he's always talking 
about it, because you do it to me." He looked back at me and faintly smiled. 
"Shit, Keah, we always said if he ever got it, he'd never let the bitch go 
that did it. And he's letting a fine, throat-loving heifer like you walk 
out? It's a crazy ass world!" 

Talia eased up off Toby's hard cock and stood up. She reached her hand and 
took mine, and began to pull me toward the bedroom. I staggered along with 
her. "You're staying. Baby," she told me. "Leave Wade to us. Just go on in 
and get your pretty little ass in bed. Naked! That is if you're really gonna 
give up that cherry to Wade. Gonna hurt like hell. I can tell you that" 

"Sorry," I said. "I don't throw myself at the feet of any man. But, I do 
have terribly strong feelings for him. I've never felt this way about a man 
before." 

"You gonna take all of that cock of his?" 

"Why not?" 

"Yo-Yo, his cock, as you must know, ain't no ordinary organ. And you got a 
cherry hung up in your split beaver. If that man can move it and get in, 
you're gonna be screaming like crazy. You sure you wanta take him?" 

"Yes." 

"Then in the bed you go. Wade'll be in shortly to relieve you of that cherry 
stump. Okay?" 

I tried to smile. "Okay." Maybe I did smile. I was happy. 

The bedroom was spacious and beautiful. On the walls, there were all kinds 
and sizes of men and women in various sexual positions, doing it all, as 
Talia would say. They looked alive, and the ecstasy on their faces fully 
expressed what the artist must have felt when he painted them. I had reasons 
to believe the artist was Mister Wade Saxton. 

A large mirror covered the wall behind the bed. And there was another one 
right above it. I didn't know how many young virgins ever saw themselves 
getting their cherries plucked, but if I wished to do so, I would have that 
opportunity. 

As for the bed; there was an expensive, although faked mink spread atop, 
with pink satin sheets and pillow cases. I got out of my clothes and into 
bed. The cool satin felt romantic and loving to my naked body. Needlessly to 
say, I also felt strange sensations all over me as well. Shit, I'd never 
been in bed with a man before. Hell, I'd never even been in a man's bedroom 
before. What in hell was Wade Saxton going to do to me? Burst my cherry and 
tell me to go to hell? I didn't care if he did. I had already made a fool of 
myself; I might as well get something out of it. And what I was thinking I 
would get was the one fucking no other man on earth would ever give me 
again. My first! 

It was nine-thirty before Wade was there knocking at the door. My heart 
leaped into my throat. I flung the covers to the four corners of the earth, 
and jumped out of bed and rushed to the door and opened it. Wade took me in 
his arms. I surrendered to him from deep inside of me, my mouth wide open to 
give him the kiss I wanted him to have. We were instantly excitingly 
caressing one another's tongues, with me using all the know-how I could 
muster. He lifted me up like a feather and carried me back to the bed and 
placed me on it like a valuable piece of property, then he knelt down like a 
little child that had done wrong, and didn't quite know how to ask for 
forgiveness. 

"You're painfully beautiful, you know," he began. "Not just ordinary ... but 
special. Er, what you, er, did ... it kinda got to me, you know. Er, I've 
never, er, been jealous of a woman before. But, er, I was seriously jealous 
afterwards...." 

"So am I," I cut in-"I'm jealous of every pair of lips you've ever kissed, 
every tongue you've ever sucked, every cunt you've ever fucked. I believe 
I'm jealous of the clothes you wear, the blood in your veins, the hair on 
your head, the skin covering your flesh. I'm jealous of everything in your 
past I'm not a part of, and that goes for the future as well. 

"No one ... ever felt that way about me before, he said, with a surprised 
look on his face. "But I'm glad. I mean ... I'm glad you're untouched. And, 
er, I really don't like virgins ... or ... I didn't ... Well, I guess you 
put an end to that." He put his fingers against my nipples and I felt my 
clitoris quiver, and I thought I heard it squeal at the same time I closed 
my thighs up tight. Now his index fingers and his thumbs began to apply 
pressure on my nipples, and he lifted his eyes up to meet the ecstasy 
embracing my face. "God, you're so beautiful, Keah. Honestly you are. I can 
plainly see right now ... I'm gonna hunger for the sound of your voice, the 
tender touch of your hands, the beautiful sight of your naked loveliness, 
the tender sight of your soft smile, and God only knows what else. 

"Anyway, I was wrong, and I apologize. Forgive me. You were right about me 
being cruel. I know this now." 

"Forgiven," I said softly, ever so softly. 

"Er, Keah, I can't just take your virginity. I mean ... I don't have anyone, 
and if I pop your cherry ... I want you for myself. I want you to come live 
with me. I don't believe I could do it any other way. I do believe we'll 
make an exciting couple." 

"I see. Well, Wade, my feelings for you have changed since I sucked you off 
in the shower, and afterwards. Now, you've got to tell me exactly what it is 
in a woman you want. I could never go through that kind of scene again. Too 
embarrassing. Know what I mean?" 

"Yeah. Er, well. I want my woman to be my woman...." 

"Sexually. Wade." I cut in. "Sexually." 

"Oh," he shrugged. "To be a good lay, I suppose...." 

I knelt down on the floor in front of him and placed his strong hands on my 
shoulders. "Hey," I smiled, "you're a big boy now. You can tell me all about 
it. Okay? Liked what I did in the shower, didn't you?" 

"Yeah," he grinned. "Shocked me! But you're right. I loved it...." 

"Okay, take it from there. Tell me about all you dig." 

"Well, you're beautiful, you know ... You've got one helluva body. I'd like 
to kiss it ... all over...." 

"French me, you mean?" 

"Yeah." 

"What else?" 

"Whatever you like." 

"Wade, I'm interested in pleasing you. Now, I don't know anything about sex. 
Hep me ... please. Tell me what you like, because I'll have to learn to do 
it. Don't you understand? I'm sexually ... dumb!" 

"No one ever taught you anything?" 

I shook my head. "Nope. And I'm actually a teacher, even though I'm a 
photographer's model. I like the latter better, but I don't have any 
experience in that, either." 

"Waaahhhooo!" he smiled. And if you've never seen a big, powerful man blush, 
you've missed one of the sexiest things in the world! He blushed, believe it 
or not. "I, er, have to teach you, huh?" 

"Yes. And whatever you teach me, I'll gladly do for you and to you." 

"Oh, well, er, I like full kisses, you know. Nothing cheap. All. Er, French 
... both, er, ways, and, er...." 

"Let me help you. Wade," I said. "You want a good down and dirty cocksucking 
bitch, don't you? Just like what I gave you in the shower." 

"Ummmhhh." 

"And all my box and my butt, right?" 

"Ummmhhh." He sat back on his haunches and shook his head in disbelief. 
"Boy, for a virgin you aren't inhibited at all, are you?" 

"Would you believe I never said a dirty word until tonight?" 

"Yes. Yes, I would believe it. And you're right about what I want and what I 
like. And for a broad like you to give it to me ... would be more than I've 
ever bargained for." 

"Then, I would please you doing these things and letting you do those and 
other things to me, right?" 

"Very much," he admitted. "But, I'm not the average man...." 

"No excuses," I cut in. 

"If you say so." 

"We've talked. I suppose I want action as bad you, and action always spreaks 
louder than words." 

He took me in his arms. And once in his hot embrace nothing else mattered. 
He was holding me the way I wanted to be held; a way I never thought anyone 
was capable of doing. It was as though he was holding his life's savings, a 
great treasure that meant everything in the world to him. 

"I'll lock the door," he told me. 

"No," I whispered. "I don't want you to leave me for a moment for anything. 
Let the damned door be! I'm your woman from now on-part of the family, 
okay?" 

"Okay. Waaahhhooo! You're something else! Shit! 

He took me in his arms once again, and this time assaulted my lips as if to 
devastate them. And as he passionately kissed me he took in full hands of my 
hair and lovingly caressed it. By then I knew he was not about to cut short 
his visit upon my lips. So, I just surrendered, and was nearly out of breath 
when he stopped sucking and massaging my tongue. 

We stood up together. I was naked to the world, to the light in the room, to 
time, to the music, to his eyes, before heaven and all of hell, but most of 
all, to the hot glances of those big gray eyes of his that so passionately 
looked at me. 

I was poised like a wanton hussy in heat. My stature of femininity was 
unrestrainedly lewd, and my soul was without an iota of shame. I was Wade's 
woman in his unique world. I was looking at him helplessly, with my eyes 
indicating how badly I needed fucking, and whatever else he wanted to do to 
me, for as long as he desired. I began to shiver. My flesh seemed to have 
lost control, or my damned brain had been paralyzed to the extent it could 
not do the job properly. He pulled me plush against him, then buried his 
face in my flesh, ever so completely, so deliberately and sensually. 

We indulged in a lengthy kiss, and when we parted both of us were panting 
for air. My lips ached from the pressure they had received from his, and 
then the ache turned into absolute pleasure. I was somewhat surprised to 
find that much pleasure in the center of pain. But it was then I confirmed 
something I had often thought of myself. I was a masochist! I knew I loved 
this pain. It had engulfed and imprisoned me in a torrid inferno that had no 
routes of escapes, nor did I show any signs of wanting my freedom. 

I licked my lips. His eyes saw that I was preparing them for his pleasure. I 
was making them ready to produce sweet succulence for him to take. I wanted 
him to have the nectar of my soul in the kiss waiting for him, and I gave it 
up passionately. I gave and gave, and he took and took, until I was twisting 
and turning while I was burning up inside and out, and could no longer 
endure the extremely beautiful agony of being thoroughly impassioned. I was 
buried deeply in a holocaust, and surrounded by tormenting flames that 
covered my entire being, and blazed through my soul. All I could do was moan 
as I did some intense cumming. "UMMMmmm! UMMMmmm! UMMMmmm! UUUMMMmmm!" 

His lips went on entertaining my tongue, and his right hand parted my 
trembling thighs, his fingers raided my split beaver and pounced upon my 
screaming clitoris. I began to wiggle and whimper as the thrill continued to 
explode throughout me. "UMMMmmm! UUUMMMmmm! UUUMMMmmm!" His educated fingers 
investigated my split beaver that was beginning to feel like someone had 
poured hot cooking oil into it. But that middle finger of his continued to 
annoy my clitoris. He spanked it as if it had been naughty. "UMMMmmm! 
UMMMmmm!" I was still cumming for him. "UMMMmmm! UMMMmmm!" He let my tongue 
alone to concentrate on my thick and sensitive nipples, one after the other. 
Shit, I was cumming like a freak. "OOHhhh! OOHhhh! OOHhhhh! OOHhhh! I'M 
CUMMING, WADE. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMIIINNNGGGggg! Auuuggghhh! Auuuggghhh! 
AAARRRGGGHHHhhh!" 

I was cumming so intensely I had to hold on to him to stay alive. I was 
vibrating all over. My pussy was vomiting up red hot orgasms one after the 
other, and was getting ready to spasm. I continued to whimper aloud while I 
kept on cumming. Oh, he was doing it so good. "Aaaaggghhh, Wade, 
AAAGGGHHHhhh!" I lifted my left tittie up to him so he could do whatever he 
wanted to do to it, and worked my hips up to him, fucking his fingers. 
"Ahhh, shit that's so good!" I told him. "Ohhh, it's so goooddd too 
mm-meeeeeeee! I'm cumming some more, Wade. I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! 

Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr!" 

With both hands now upon my titties he began to lick like a cat, raking his 
hot tongue over my sensitive flesh, moving all over my titties, not missing 
any parts of them, then his left hand eased down into my crotch where his 
fingers once again began molestation of my vulnerable clitoris, provoking 
and evoking more and more pleasure for me "Oooohhh, God, I'M CREAMING!" I 
whimpered. "I'm creaming so good, Wade!" His fingers moved much faster, and 
I made my hips follow them in rhythm. "I'm cumming, goddamnit! OH! OH! OH! 
OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OOOHHHRRRrrr!" 

I had to back away right then, and fell backwards onto the bed. He stood 
there and undressed, then got in the bed on his knees with his kingly prick 
standing out in front of him like a broken leg. I ended up in the corner of 
the bed, and another move and I would have fallen off onto the floor. 

"Well, now," he grinned," aren't you a hot one. I'll have to do something 
about that, won't I?" 

"Yes, Wade," I said with a trembling voice. "I'm gonna love doing that," he 
told me. "Are ... are you, er, Wade?" 

"You betcha. I love passionate women. And Baby, you're extra passionate. 
You're burning hell! How many times did you get off?" 

"I don't ... know," I whimpered. 

"But you liked it, didn't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Okay ... I told you what I like, now you tell me what you like." 

"I don't know," I whimpered. "How can I know?" I was going to cry I felt so 
badly being dumb like that. This was the twentieth century, not the 
gay-nineties! 

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed with me in deep thought. "Er, in the shower 
... did you like that" 

"Er, huh." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Positive. I got off while I was doing it." 

"Good!" 

He turned his back to me and sat there in the center of the bed. I felt 
rather silly there with my butt almost off of the bed, acting like a 
frightened brat. So I moved down beside him, and told my aching cherry it 
wouldn't be too much longer before it was broken and splattered all over 
those nice satin pink sheets. It was goodby, so long, farewell, I had you 
but I lost you, and I'll not ever find you again. 

You know by now how stupid I was about sex, and it's true. I was. To show 
you precisely how stupid I was about it-listen to this. 

I was all set for Wade to take his kingly cock and shove it into my cunt, 
when he went wild over my titties. But I was not so stupid about everything. 
Although I didn't realize at the time he was properly preparing me for the 
frying pan, there was something I did know quite well. It happened like 
this. 

While thoroughly enjoying my breasts, and making me enjoy him at the same 
time, playfully, and partly because of a sudden move I made, he pinched my 
nipple. Now, this pinch was quite hard, and the average girl would have been 
in terrible pain. When I made the sudden move as it was, there was indeed a 
sharp pain that shot through my body, but it ended up at the tip end of my 
vulnerable clit, and there it exploded. I responded by giving a moan of 
pleasure, and noticed Wade's eyes widen to their capacity. 

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you...." 

"You didn't," I said. "It felt good." 

He sat up straight for a moment. His gray eyes darted from my hazel eyes to 
my nipples, then he shook his head and gave me his eyes to look into. "I 
don't ... did you say ... I mean ... did I understand you to say ... it felt 
good?" 

"Er, huh," I smiled. "Really good, honestly." 

"Umm. Er, would it bother you if I tried to duplicate that again?" 

"I'd love it!" 

Gently, ever so gently, his right hand came to my left breast. For a few 
seconds he fondled it gently. Then he took the nipple in between his thumb 
and middle finger and applied pressure. As he did, he asked me how it felt, 
and I told him in a soft voice how good it really did feel, and if he kept 
on doing it I was going to shoot my gun. He pinched the damned thing harder, 
and just stretched me out on a bed of ecstasy. I closed my eyes and came. 
"Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Uhhhnnn! Uhhhnnn! Ohhh!" 

"You came?" 

"Sure. Keep it up!" 

"Sonofabitch! How about this?" He took my entire tit and gave it a pretty 
fair squeeze. "And this?" 

"Ohhh, it's beautiful! Don't stop!...." 

But he did, and his face was frowning. 

"What is it?" I asked. "That's such a good feeling. I was about to cum!" 

"Keah, have you got any idea what that makes you?" 

"Sure." 

"Keah, if you enjoy pain like that ... it means you're a ... well, it means 
you're a masochist!" 

"I know," I grinned. "What's wrong with that?" 

"I'm no sadist!" he said. 

"It turns you off because I get a thrill?" 

"No, but, er I can't go around hurting you the way Toby does Talia. I'm not 
that kind of person! Shit! Chesus! Damn!" 

I turned over and lay on top of him. He was a damned liar. His cock was as 
hard as a piece of railroad track. It was good to him and we both knew it. 
He just didn't want to admit it. 

"Hey," I said, "if you think for a moment I'm going around with nipples that 
like to get pinched and tits that love to be squeezed without having it, you 
can forget it. I tell you ... it felt good! Really, really good! I don't 
care what you do to me, Wade. And if I want you to do these things to me, 
you should do them. You did ask me what I liked. Now we both know. Okay, 
you're not a sadist. You don't have to be. Just ... let me enjoy myself. 
I'll make you enjoy yourself, and we'll both be happy." 

"Just like that?" he asked in disbelief. 

"Uh, huh. Unbelievable? Well, let me be brief about my past life with boys. 
No boys. Period! Oh, I can remember a few I let kiss me, but that's all. I 
was too much in love with myself. I had all the sex I wanted at MY 
fingertips, if you know what I mean. I got off masturbating, pinching my 
nipples and squeezing my tits. What did I need boys for? 

"Then, I saw you fight, and something happened inside of me' that had never 
happened before. I shrugged it off, but every time I saw you it happened 
again. And, this evening ... Well, I almost got my gun off just by looking 
at the imprint of your cock. Now, I feel like I'm hooked on your entire 
beautiful body, and everything else about you. Okay?" 

He nodded his head with understanding, then cut his eyes down at my 
mammaries. "You, er, don't wear a bra, huh?" 

"Nope. Never have. Why? Should I?" 

"Chesus! You went through college at S.C. like that? With knockers like 
you've got?" 

"Sure, and I was a cheerleader, too." 

"Chesus! And I bet they did more bouncing up and down in your chest than the 
football did on the field." 

"So I've been told," I blushed. 

"And you're really gonna be mine? Live with me and everything?" 

"Uh, huh. And never think of another man." 

"Chesus! All of you ... Mine? I must be dreaming. You're a fucking goddess, 
damnit! You could boil Hollywood over! Chesus!" 

"I'll be happier to have you love me, and let me love you. That's Hollywood 
enough for me. We'll make our own movies, write our own scripts, do our own 
directing and producing. You take your stem and write, 'I love you,' at the 
bottom of my box, then you direct me, and we'll each do the producing. I'll 
make all the moves you want me to make, and the way you want them made. And 
the results should be perfect entertainment. And being a Hollywood glamour 
gal can't do that for me." 

He looked at me a long time without batting an eye or even breathing. Then 
he said, "You're okay, Keah. You've got'cha self a deal. Come here...." 

He gently cuddled me in his arms close to him, and held me a long time in 
silence. I knew he had a helluva problem to try and solve. And instead of 
thinking about getting into my box, he was thinking of my health. 

Maybe I would develop cancer from that kind of loving. I had thought of it 
myself, but wasn't afraid. I sort of knew it would never happen to me. I 
felt I was created in that particular fashion by nature, and she was not 
going to cross me up. 

I rolled off him and he turned over on his belly. "Er, Keah, will you make 
me a promise and keep it?" 

"For you? Anything. What?" 

"Will you visit a doctor often?" 

"Sure, I will. Now, will you do something for me?" 

"Name it." 

"Well, my pussy is hot, okay? So, you break in and cool it off for me, willy 
a, ummmm?" 

"Keah, you're tight as a ten-year-old, and Im as big as a miniature pony ... 
I tell'ya, it's gonna hurt like all hell." There was a hint of sadness in 
his voice as he spoke, and more of it in his big gray eyes. "Are you ready 
for that?" 

"Uh, huh," I nodded. "You've forgotten; I'm a masochist! I'll love every 
minute of it. The pain will be ecstasy to me!" 

He snapped his fingers. "Yeah, I'd forgotten about that." 

He raised up and took me in his arms. His right hand came to my belly for a 
brief moment, then moved to my side, and his fingers started going up and 
down me, sending needle-like stings of pointed passion blazing through me. I 
didn't know what in hell to do or how to act, or what he anticipated me 
doing. So I just got hold of his joint with my hands and held it. He seemed 
to enjoy that. I told myself to be very calm because everything was going to 
be alright. If there was pain, to me it would be pleasure. That was the 
beauty I looked forward to whereas other normal virgins couldn't, not with a 
stud-man like Wade Saxton. 

My lover slid down some, keeping one hand under my back and the other one 
burning up one of my nipples while he soothed the other one with his hot 
tongue lashes. Flames were coming upon me from all directions. He kissed and 
fondled me for as long as I could stand it. He was slowly disconnecting me 
from my senses once again. As surely as I'm one solidified creature of flesh 
and blood, I felt the same, but one that was on fire, and all of the oceans 
and seas of the world wouldn't put me out. My cunt kept vomiting up orgasms 
so rapidly, a machine could not have kept count. I was becoming fatigued and 
ready to pass out. By then he had reached my pussy, and I mean to tell you 
it was red hot. He opened my frightened vulva lips and peeped at my 
clitoris, then hit it with his tongue. "AGGGHHHhhh!' I cried. "I'm gonna 
cum! I'm gonna ... cccuuummm! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Auuuggghhh, I'm cuming! I'm 
cuming, Wade, I'm doing it for you! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Aaaaggghhh! 
UNNNGGGHHH! Gaaahhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

Wade Saxon was loving up my split beaver right then, and there was 
absolutely no way to get him out. He had looped his hands and arms up under 
my thighs and over my lower belly, and as strong and as powerful as his 
hands and arms were, all of my twisting and jerking didn't move him an inch 
away from my cunt. He was no longer lashing my clitoris with his tongue, but 
was massaging it with one of his thumbs, and licking my vulva lips. 
Auuuggghhh!" I began to cry out again. Auuuggghhh, Wade, auuuggghhh, I'm 
cumming, I'm cumming, I'm c-c-cuuummmiiinnnggg!" 

He was creaming me all over again, and all I could do was hold my suffering 
pussy, hot and juicy as it was, up to his hands and his mouth and let him 
eat another hole in it. Ohhh, goddamn, you're thrilling the cream out of my 
entire body!" I told him. He was actually feasting on natural red-hot 
juiced-up pussy. The man was having his dessert. My pussy was his dessert, 
and he wasn't going to leave a drop for his next meal. He was going to eat 
it all at once. And there was positively nothing I could do or say that 
would convince him he should save a little for a snack later on, or maybe a 
nibble or two for the wee-wee hours of the morning. Damnit, he had already 
eaten his bedtime snack, and was working on his morning breakfast. 

I couldn't remember exactly how many times my fingers had been down there to 
get me off in the past, but not a one of them were so viciously evil as the 
one it was still shaking hands with right then. 

"Awww. Wade, awww!" I cried out, twisting, turning, jerking and twitching. 
"Awwwooo, my God, awwwooo! Ohhh, it's so good to me! Ohhhhrrrr! 
Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

I continued to call his name as he creamed me, I continued to call his name, 
twist, jerk, twitch, moan and curse, but all that seemed to do was make him 
eat me faster and better, and I just couldn't be still or keep quiet. It was 
too good to just lie and take. Besides, I'm a very emotional person to begin 
with. So, I cried and whimpered, as the lightning-like flashes of ecstasy 
rumbled through me. 

"Auuuggghhh! Wade, I'm still creaming, goddamnit! I ... I ... I'm still ... 
creaming. Oh, God, I'm creaming so much! Ooh, shit, I'm on fire, God, and 
the man is burning me up. Auuuggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Ooohhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! 
Oooohhhrrr!" 

At the moment I felt certain Wade Saxton was going to crawl up inside of my 
virgin cunt and die. The fire he was causing was creeping up all over my 
flesh. My blood was pure molten lava flowing through my veins throughout my 
entire body. Oh, God, he raised my legs and thighs up and pushed them back, 
pressing down on me from behind my knees, and this raised my pussy up to him 
so he could have whatever he might have missed. But I was certain the hole 
that had been down there for better than twenty-one years was all gone, but 
now he was going to lick and eat up the goddamn bowl it came in. until all 
the cherry disappeared. 

I was being tormented beautifully, from one end of my anatomy to the other. 
Wade had no intentions whatsoever of stopping. He was thoroughly feasting on 
what was left of my virgin cunt. And it was so good to me I had to raise up 
and see if the black hairs had not turned red I was so hot down there. But 
they were still there, black as ever, but as wet as if I had taken a bath, 
and they were dancing with erotic joy around my hole. Pleasure and ecstasy 
were storming throughout me like a band on parade, marching through my 
heart, veins and all my organs and glands. I wasn't creaming any more, I was 
cuuummmiiinnnggg! 

"Ohhh, goddamn, Wade, ohhh!" I cried. "Don't eat me all up! Pleaseee don't 
eat up all my pusssiiieee! Auuuggghhh! Auuuggghhh! Oooohhh! Aggghhh! 
Unnnggghhh! Ooh, weee, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cumming! Ohhhrrr!" 

I was just wasting my breath. Wade Saxton was feasting on this 
nympho-masochist's sweet, virgin pussy, and nothing was going to stop him. I 
just knew he was going to eat too much and come down with a case of acute 
indigestion and die between my thighs. Then the sweet bastard belched. 

"Excuse me, Baby," he said, "Sorry," and he went back to eating me all over 
again. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

After Wade had parched my entire body on the outside, and had been 
absolutely sizzling and boiling on the inside, he let my burned-up pussy 
hole alone, and sat up and talked to me. We talked about his idea for the j 
new magazine, what it would cost, how he would run it, and what he wanted me 
to do. . As for what I had to do in order that I might please him, I was to 
love him and keep myself available for loving. He asked nothing other than 
these two things of me. 

"Alright," I told him. "I'll always be available for loving." 

"It could be anywhere, you know, and any fucking time." 

I nodded and blushed. "I understand." 

"Good," he smiled, sucked my tongue awhile, then slithered down in bed once 
more. 

This time he began the heat wave by kissing me hotly over my flat belly, 
fondling my hot clitoris which had turned into a igneous rock and remained 
red hot. 

Ooh, shit he was kissing me so sexily and so hotly, and ever so gently. Oh, 
my goodness that felt so good to me all over. Little pools of passion were 
beginning to form, then burst open and run throughout my body. There was my 
clitoris under his command and control once again. "Yeeesss! " I told him as 
he burned it with his tongue. "Harder! Harderrr! Ooh, yes! Yeee ss! Ohhh, my 
God, yeeesss! OOOHHHRRRrrr! OOOWWWEEEeee! 

WOOOUUUWWWEEEAAAHHHhhh! Yaaahhh! Yaaaiiieee! Eeeekkkeeewww OOO! 

I don't know why I ever told him to do it harder. He damned nearly drove me 
out of my mind for sure. I was having an incessant orgasmic spasm that just 
wouldn't quit. It continued until I felt tears running out of my eyes, my 
ears became stopped up, my mouth was becoming dry, and the blood stopped 
running through my veins. Wade Saxton did not care at all about the furnace 
he had put my pussy in and was melting it. He kept right on tormenting my 
weeping clitoris. He chewed it for a while. "Oooowwweee!" I wailed like a 
dog. "Oooowwweee! It's good! It's so goodd! It's so gooddd tooo mm-meee! 
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! AAAAGGGHHHhhh! GAAAHHHhhh! UUUNNNGGGHHHhhh!" 

It was so overwhelmingly thrilling I was having one orgasmic spasm behind 
the other, and expecting any moment for him to send me one that would carry 
me boyond my endurance. "Wade! Wade! Wade! My God, you're doing it again! 
You're eating up my little pussiieee! Awwwooo! Awwwooo! Awwwooo!" 

Maybe I did have muscles, and maybe I was a fairly strong girl, but there 
just was no way to get away from Wade Saxton. If I did still have muscles, I 
no longer had control over them. The man was freaking his bitch off right 
then. I never knew any amount of pleasure could be that damned ineffable, 
but it was, and he kept making more and more for me to live in. But most of 
all, I could sense he was getting ready to make our two bodies into one, by 
breaking into mine. 

While I waited for that first and last thrill to happen, I had to accept the 
heat wave he was holding me inside, which was also setting my entire body on 
fire over and over again. He was deliberately burning me up. "Ohhh, it's so 
good Wade" I told him. "I tell you ... it's so good to me. Burn me up if you 
want to. See if I care. Freak me off. Suck! Lick. Lick and suck, suck and 
lick." 

Sonofabitch! He plunged his finger up into my asshole, and surprised me when 
he left it alone and took that same hand and filled it with my tit. He 
further surprised me when he began to give me what I wanted and needed so 
badly. He began to squeeze hell out of my tit, and that was when I really 
came. "Aaaayyyeee!" I squealed when that naughty orgasmic spasm took control 
of my mind. "Aaaayyyeee! Ohhh, shit, I'm going out of my mind with pleasure. 
Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

I had never known anything could be so delightfully good and thrilling as 
what I was living through right then. He kept on squeezing my tit for me, 
then he got hold of my sensitive nipple and pinched hell out of it. and that 
sent me over my limits of endurance. 

Aiiieee!" I wailed. "Aiiieee! Eeeekkk! Ahhh, my God this is so good to me! 
It's so good to me! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Aggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

He took the big cock and placed it at the ingress to my shouting pussy hole, 
then rubbed the bald head up and down over my fainting clitoris. Then he 
began to shove the great dick into my cunt. 

I refused to move away from it, although at first there was great pain and 
pressure. I gave him as much of my tongue to suck and tried to lose myself 
in the thought of how loving it all was. But my mind refused to stray away 
from the big cock breaking into my body. 

"Push!" I told him when he let my tongue go free. "Push it in, Wade. I'll 
take it for you. Push, you beautiful sonofabitch, push!" I felt the pressure 
of his cock's head against my hymen, and my legs and thighs were badly 
trembling, and I was cumming. I wiggled my hips because of the thrill, and 
in came the big dick. "Awwwooo, God, you're in my pussy!" What a beautiful 
thing. You're in me!" 

"You okay?" he asked with concern. 

"Yes! Yeeesss! Fuck me! I want it! I need it! Give it to mm-m-meee!" 

The sensation was in the form of a giant cock that had invaded my virgin 
pussy hole. I felt six inches of it inside of me moving around, making me 
give up some more of my virgin jism. I felt his body, particularly his hips, 
writhing slightly, pushing more and still more of the big, long dick inside 
of me, completely filling my hole up with it. I didn't know what to do he 
was putting so much dick in me. I just lay there holding my body up to him 
and taking it all, until I felt him entering my womb. I didn't think he 
should be going in there, but he was, and it felt terrific. I was whimpering 
as I took the big dick all the way to the bottom, but there was still more 
left outside. Perhaps it was the way I was positioned. Anyway, I didn't want 
any of the dick to be outside, and if I could, I would take his balls up in 
there, too. 

Now, he began to grind me out good, and at the same time he slipped his 
hands up under my hips. I let him, then he lifted me up and shoved it all 
into my cunt. I creamed. "Aggghhh!" I cried out as the orgasm exploded me. 
"Aggghhh, Wade, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aggghhh, shit, is that ever good. 
Gaaahhh! Ohhhrrr! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!" 

The door to my body down there between my thighs was as wide open as it was 
ever going to get, and at the same time my cunt was so full of dick none of 
the jism from my body could escape. He was thoroughly imbedded in me, and 
every inch of him, too. I hung up the 'no vacancy' sign, and let him do his 
number while he made me do mine. And mine was creaming for my big, long dick 
lover. 

I lay there moaning and cumming orgasmic spasms, and I suddenly felt him 
easing his dick up out of my weeping pussy hole. I didn't know what to think 
or expect at this point. All I know is: I didn't want him to take that 
sensational hunk of meat out of my cunt. He couldn't do that to me! And not 
knowing any better, I lifted my body up to him, and as I did, he plunged his 
wand all the way back to the bottom as hard as he could, and really creamed 
me. "Awww, shit!" I exclaimed in pleasure and with pleasure. "Awww! Awww! 
Awww, Wade, awww! That's so good! I'm creaming! I'm creaming! I can't stop! 
I can't ... stop! I'm creammmiiinnnggg!" I was momentarily out of my mind 
with pleasure. I was weeping, and all of me inside was weeping. He continued 
to stab me with those long stabs, and I went right on getting off for him. I 
was crying and whimpering and moaning, digging my nails into his flesh, 
which was all feeding his ego. And I noticed when I spent my emotions in 
that torrid manner, and with such enthusiasm and liveliness, I exhibited 
youth and vitality, and he loved it that much more. 

The deep-fucking and long-dicking continued to drive me madly out of my 
mind. Then I could feel his wand throbbing just before it began to grow. And 
I wondered how on earth that could be. I even figured we might get hung up 
like a pair of dogs. After all, he had enough in me to make us that way. 
Then, he was holding me tighter and tighter, and really grinding me deep. 

"Gaaahhh!" he exclaimed passionately, and I knew he was going to fill my cup 
with his cream. Aggghhh, I'm gonna cum. Baby! Huuunnnggg! Gaaahhhrrr!" I 
felt the hot juice leaping out of the head of his dick into my pussy hole, 
and became paralyzed by the thrill of it all, for I was cumming along with 
him. 

"Ahhh, Wade, ahhh! I'm cumming, too! I'm cumming with you! Ahhh, this is the 
best part! I love it! I love it! Ooh, I love it so much! Aaaarrrggghhh! 
Unnnggghhh! 

"Aw. Hell," sighed Wade, smoothing my hair out over the pillow. "You're one 
helluva woman, you know that." 

I blushed like a true hussy. "Thank you. Er, did, I--er, mean, was...." 

"Was it good to me?" 

"Uh, huh." 

"The best, he said, and kissed me hard on my mouth, coming into it with his 
tongue as if he was starved for my tongue. So, I gave him as much of it as I 
could spare without him choking to death. And he sucked on it so beautifully 
with his lips I almost came again. "You've got my number," he said 
afterwards. "How's that?" 

"Twice in one evening you've gotten me off. Are you okay?" 

"Sure. I feel wonderful! Er, I hope this isn't the first and the last. But, 
if it is, tell me now...." 

"No way," he said in a hurry. "I want you, baby." 

"You do? How, Wade? Tell me." 

"Alright. You're a beautiful girl, you know. But, er, I don't need a 
beautiful girl. I can get plenty of beautiful girls. I need a girl ... I 
mean ... I need a do-it-all girl. A bitch!" 

"Okay," I said," running my tongue between his lips. You, my dear Mister 
Saxton, have got yourself a beautiful bitch! Anything else?" 

"Yeah, he said curiously looking at me. "Yeah, there is. I need a whore, 
too." 

"Alright, Sire. I'll sell my pussy for you...." 

"NOOOooo! NOOOooo!" he grinned, but it wasn't funny to him. "Naw, you've got 
it all wrong! I don't want you selling this good stuff. Shit, naw. I don't 
even want anyone else touching you! When I say whore ... I mean, er, er ... 
Well, er...." 

"Oh, I get it," I said. "You mean you want me to act like one, but only with 
you, right? Be uninhibited and all that jazz!" 

"Yeah! Yeah. You sure catch on fast, don't you?" 

"Fast moving world, Baby," I said. "Okay, now let me see ... I'm your bitch 
and your whore. What else?" 

"Er, well, we'll get into that later on...." 

"No!" I said firmly. "Now, Wade. If I'm going to be your woman ... your 
whore and bitch and whatever else you want ... we can't beat about the bush. 
I'm naive, but no dummy. You wanta get into my beautiful behind, don't you?" 
I watched him grin. "Excites you, doesn't it?" 

He nodded his head. "You've got the most beautiful rear end I've ever seen. 
In fact, you've got the most beautiful everything I've ever seen. And I've 
been around." He kissed me. "Yeah, I wanta goose it for you; you're right. 
But...." 

"No! No! N O! No if's, and's, or but's okay. Just remember when you want in, 
all you have to know is where it is. It's yours, okay? Treat it the way you 
want to. I'll love it!" 

"Chesus! Boy, you're really something else, you know that?" 

"If you say so." I kissed his mouth. "I want you to be yourself. Be your own 
man, because I won't have you any other way." 

"No, shit? You mean that, don't you?" 

"You bet your cock I do. And you start right now." 

"Bitch, I wouldn't hesitate another minute. We seem to make a helluva 
couple. I dig that. I dig you. And since you've stated you're MY woman, 
bitch and whore ... just remember you'll also be anything else I want you to 
be, no matter what." 

"Bet on it." 

"And you'll suck my cock and eat my cream whenever I want you to, and I'll 
eat you up pinch your sexy nipples and squash hell outta your tits, and 
probe in your rear at will. Okay?" 

"Right!" 

He was ever so gentle and careful when he took his cock out of my flaming 
pussy hole, and then he looked at the huge spread of blood there on the 
sheet with pain in his eyes. He was disgusted with himself, and that wasn't 
going to work for either of us. 

"Hey. pretty daddy," I said. "It's alright, believe me. I'm alright, too. 
I'm fine. I've never felt better in my entire life." 

"You're lying to me!" he said. "I hurt you, and you won't tell me the truth! 
Why? Why are you lying to me like that?" 

I studied his face for a long moment. Sadness was vividly expressed in his 
big gray eyes, and was etched deeply upon his handsome face. That caused me 
to remember something about my childhood, I probably would never never 
remembered otherwise. I heard a boy laughing at another boy, and at first, 
thought nothing of it. Then I heard some of the damnedest conversation. The 
boy laughing was making fun of the other one because he had a small cock. 
However, the situation didn't mean anything to me at the time, and I forgot 
about it. Now, it meant a helluva lot to me. Wade was just the opposite. He 
knew what it took to satisfy a woman, and it wasn't just a big dick. And, 
because his dick was embarrassingly huge, and much too much for the average 
or even the more than average woman to take, even those in porno films, he 
was disgusted with himself. 

"Wade," I said, and sat up in bed. "Listen to me, will ya, please? And 
believe me?" 

"Go ahead," he said with his head lowered. 

"Wade, we both know you've got a helluva big dick, okay? And from the way 
you're acting, you've obviously had some horrible experiences because of it, 
and now have something against yourself. Maybe it does have to do with not 
being able to fuck other broads. Maybe you hurt them and didn't intend to. 
Even I know this can be just as embarrassing to a man like you, as it might 
be to a man that has a little dick. It can have a stifling effect on your 
life if you let it, you know. And I don't want that to happen. So, listen to 
this.... 

"I felt no pain as far up in me as you were, as much as you were ramming me. 
And you know why, Wade? I'm developed pretty damned well between my thighs. 
I've got a sizeable split beaver. I never knew it until now-I never cared 
about it. Maybe you have cared. But, if I'm to be your woman, and I'm 
perfectly developed for you, what's there to feel badly about? Gonna cheat 
on me?" 

He smiled. "Cheat on you? Hell, naw! Boy, you're not only beautiful but 
brilliant! Sure, I've thought quite often I would never find a woman I could 
fuck without bringing her misery and pain. I felt guilty many a time." 

"No need to feel guilty any more. I think we're perfectly suited for each 
other. We're norms as far as physical attributes are concerned. So, don't 
waste time, Baby." 

"Huh? SHE WAS SHOCKED. 

"Let's talk." 

"Talk?" 

"Your bitch, you good looking bastard!" I kissed him back. "You good loving 
sonofabitch!" 

"Hey ... Allrrriigghhttt!" He exclaimed. "I've got myself a helluva woman. 
And I've got to be a helluva man. This is me. Baby! Gap open your beautiful 
thighs and let me at that good pussy hole between them." 

"Stab me deep and hard with your cock," I told him. 

"Don't you worry, I intend to." 

He sent it slipping into my cum-filled cunt, and never stopped until the 
head banged against the bottom of my womb. I breathed in a sigh just before 
I came. 

He held his pecker right there on the bottom of my pussy and deep-fucked me 
until I thought I was going blind with pleasure. He tortured me into a 
frenzy of poetic excitement. He wrote ' Love you' on the bottom of my pussy, 
and I worked my hips and let him enjoy it all, while I could only dream of 
the juice I hoped he would spurt into my hole. I worked hard, harder, 
harder, and then it came like a river of hot lava. I was so happy while I 
came with him I thought I would turn into my own cream. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

I don't believe I'm any different from any other girl in many ways. Of 
course in many other ways I know I am. But, when a big thing as beautiful as 
what happened to me the night before happens to a girl, any girl, I feel 
that she wants to tell the world about it. Anyway, that was how I felt the 
next day. 

When I woke up that next morning Wade was gone from beside me. I lay there 
in bed listening to the far-out music over the stereo, smiled to the empty 
room, and thought of the night before. I had always believed a girl only had 
one virginity; I could have been wrong. Wade made me have other thoughts, 
all because we did it so many times that night. And each time it was as if I 
was a virginal over again. God only knows how many times I lost my secondary 
virginities. At least six I know of. I was too spaced out after that to 
remember anything but the terrific thrills I continued to have all night 
long. 

I came out of my fantasy and remembered I was now Wade's woman, and so forth 
and so on, as we had discussed. I thought about moving my things from my 
apartment, and I also thought Wade was somewhere close by, and any moment he 
would come walking through the door. If so, we were bound to make love 
again. The smile remained on my face, the thrill clung to every fiber of my 
being, the joy stayed, in my heart, the ecstasy in my brain and the 
sensation lived on in my cunt. Wade's joint was still up in there somewhere, 
or was it some of his cream? Maybe it was both, a little of each. 

After I had waited a good half-hour for Wade to come to me and he didn't, I 
decided to get up and go to him. I pulled back the top sheet and looked at 
the huge spot of dried blood that had soaked through the pink satin sheet 
into the mattress beneath. What could I do? I didn't know what it was, but I 
couldn't leave it that way. I'm a very neat person and I wanted Wade to know 
that. I did what my mind told me to do. I removed the sheets. 

There was a light knock at the door, and excitement shot through me like a 
bolt of electricity. I went to the door and took my time and opened it. 
Talia was standing there in lime-green bikini panties smiling at me. I 
smiled back and blushed. I couldn't help it. 

"Happy morning to you," she said. 

"Hi. Where's Wade?" 

"Gone for a while," she said, walking into the room looking at the sheets on 
the floor. 

"I'm to be your guardian angel until they get back. You know-get'cha 
completely settled, keep you amused, see that you eat, tell you the family 
secrets, and that kinda jazz." 

"Oh, good! Then I won't be alone." 

She grinned. "Honey, you ain't never gonna be alone again. What in hell did 
you do to Wade Saxton? He's a new man!" 

I blushed. "Nothing unusual, I don't think." 

"No? We've known Wade for what seems to be a lifetime," she said out of a 
deep thought. "But we've never known him this way. So pleasant, gentle, so 
concerned and even happy. All of that anger from his childhood completely 
gone. You had to do something very special, honey. Wade has screwed his way 
around the world twice. But, Yo-Yo he has never been concerned about any of 
them. 

"Normally, if you had been just another cunt, I would have gone with them. 
Only you weren't. He cares. You dig what I'm saying to you?" 

"Yeah, I dig." I said, and walked to the bed and sat down beside her. I 
admit I felt pretty darned good at the time, "he say anything' about me?" 

"If you're asking me did he tell us what you guys did last night, all night 
long, the answer is no, not in detail. 

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk about it. It means a lot to me. 
It's never gonna happen again like that, you know. It's only that once in a 
lifetime kinda thing." 

"Having your cherry popped, you mean?" 

"Uh, huh." 

"Hell, my old man popped mine for me and I forgot about it before I went to 
bed that night. At the time we were both scared as hell. I had to suck his 
cock several times before he could hold onto a hard. 

"Toby socked it to me the next day, and it was different. I must have cum a 
hundred times. That's why I'll always remember that. And neither one of us 
were scared. Just cum-crazy." 

"Well, er, it was something terribly beautiful for me," I said. "I don't 
want to ever forget it. I don't think I can." 

She pointed at my bush. "Your pussy okay?" 

"Sure." 

"Ummm," she groaned. "You gave Mister Saxton his first real piece of pussy. 
No wonder he's so happy. He said it was the best lay he's ever had, and I 
believe him. Socked it to 'im, did you?" 

"I gave my all," I said. 

"Baby," she said, "when anyone struggles under Wade Saxton with his cock in 
their cunt, they gives all, because that's all he can get ... All! He ain't 
never really had it all before. But, I guess he got it last night. Get more 
of his cream?" 

"Uh, huh. I think I got it all." 

"You just ... laid there and let that big-dick sonofabitch stick you, huh?" 

"I worked my hips," I said. "I even held it up to him at times." 

"He deep-fucked you?" 

"Uh, huh. Long-dicked me, too. I loved it." 

"Ummmhhh! Well, no wonder the man's so blasted happy. Got him a bitch he can 
long-dick and deep-fuck at last." 

"He wants my butt, too," I said. "It's just a matter of time before he gets 
in it." 

"You gonna let Wade Saxton fuck your fine ass, girl?" 

"Sure. Why not?" 

"You ain't kinda crazy in the head are you?" 

"No." 

She pointed to the sheets on the floor. "I'll show you where to put those." 
She stood up. "You get'cha-self all cleaned up, have some breakfast, and 
we'll talk some more. Okay?" 

"Okay." 

She reached down and spread out both sheets, then shook her head in 
disbelief. "Are you sure your pussy is alright, Yo-Yo? You sore down there?" 

"No. I guess I'm just a heavy bleeder." 

"No doubt about that," she said. "You had a helluva cherry! Shit! Must be 
half-a-pint of blood gone. And you're okay? Well, we'll get rid of the 
spoiled sheet. I'll show you where to put the good one, where we keep the 
linen, and help you make the bed. But, you're gonna go into the bathroom, 
use some special solution I have, and soak for about thirty minutes. Then, 
you'll have breakfast, and after that, we'll do this and that while we 
talk." 

The solution was in powder form. Talia told me it was quite mild, and I 
wouldn't feel anything but a soothing sensation. And if there was any local 
damage done, the solution would keep it from getting worse. So, I soaked for 
more than a half-hour. The warm water felt so loving to my flesh, so gentle 
and kind and soothing. That was the way I wanted Wade to love me. All over 
the way the water was doing. And he had. 

I got out and dried off, combed and brushed my hair, and put on a dab of 
lipstick, then got dressed. 

Talia was standing there in the doorway grinning. "How you feeling now, 
Yo-Yo?" 

"Terrific!" I said cheerfully. 

"Good. Come on and eat. How you like your eggs?" 

"Oh! Er, any way but hard." 

"Good!" We had scrambled eggs, bacon, buttered toast, skimmed milk, jam, and 
pure California orange juice. I was being pampered. 

"This is great," I said. "Thanks!" 

"Don't mention it. You cook?" 

"Er, huh." 

"Then it's your turn in the morning," she grinned. "Nice to have a helper 
for a change. "My pleasure," I said. 

"We'll do the dishes later," Talia said, getting up from the table. "Right 
now we'll do your bedroom. You like it the way it is?" 

"Yeah. It's perfect." 

"You wanta change anything, go head. Wade'll love it." 

"I'll leave it like it is for now." 

"Okay." 

While we made up the bed I told Talia about the night of passionate love I'd 
had, loved and enjoyed with Wade. Both of us got all excited as I went into 
every little detail. We laughed at our sensitive natures, but both agreed we 
wouldn't have it any other way. 

"Strange he didn't hurt you," she said. 

"Well, I guess being a masochist was why it didn't." 

She laughed. "You? Masochist?" 

"I'm afraid so." 

"You love that nipple pinching tittie squeezing and hair pulling good 
stuff?" 

"I sure do." 

"Me, too!" she laughed. "I'll be damned. You know, I think you excited Wade 
yesterday when he saw you doing the split. You know, with your legs spread 
apart like that ... He had to be thinking what a good lay you would be in 
bed like that. Had to let him have the bottom, too, I bet. Did you?" 

"Sure. He just loved it." 

"Br, huh. And you've got his number. Just be sure you don't goof up if you 
dig the guy. Any secrets you wanta know, just ask me. I know all of his 
little secrets." 

"Are there any?" 

"One in particular. He can't stand a bra with tits like you got in it. He 
hates the hell outta panties, too, especially if you're wearing them inside 
the house. Doesn't care too much about slacks or capri's, or shit like that, 
either ... in the house. 

"You see. Wade's got a crazy nature. He'll walk in, take a look at you, then 
down you go ... somewhere ... anywhere ... the floor of the living room, the 
hallway, bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, backyard ... It won't matter to him. He 
wants to drill, he wants to drill. And he doesn't want to have to wait to 
start. 

"Remember that, and keep your box nice and clean and smelling good at all 
times. Also available. He might just wanta play with it, you know. Kinda 
feel the hairs around it, put his fingers in it, tease your bird in the nest 
... things like that. Wade ... well, he's like Toby ... they never stop 
loving. Not always screwing, you know ... just ... loving. Feeling, playing, 
caressing. Girl, he's gonna keep you on fire, I can tell you that right now. 
If he's around you ... look out for some part of him touching you. 

"So, you can fully understand why a bra or panties would upset him. Besides, 
with your equipment, you don't need none of those things anyway." 

"I'll remember that," I told her, feeling excited all the while. 

"Listen, honey," she said seriously," I've had only two men in my life. My 
daddy and my brother. I don't sleep around. I don't have to. Toby ain't the 
most educated man in the world, but, to me he's the greatest lover that ever 
lived. I got no cause to go fooling around. I'm satisfied nympho-masochist. 
And it ain't no easy job satisfying me. But Toby makes it simple. 

"Wade taught Toby. Taught him how to hold back his orgasm; how to keep me up 
there in the land of ecstasy night and day. So, when my Toby is away, I can 
still feel his hands on me, his cock in me, his mouth on me, and I ain't 
about to let no other motherfucker break up that kinda thrill. 

"Had this girl friend, you know ... Pretty bitch, too. Anyway, she had this 
guy she was crazy about, and he was crazy about her, too. Had a nice penis, 
she told me ... about nine inches and plenty thick. But he didn't know a 
damn thing about her box. All he knew was to put it in and go in and out. 
So, she made me laugh once when she told me he touched her clit now and then 
while he was screwing her. And she told him 'Hey, dummy, my box is for you, 
but that damn little bastard you touch every now and then is for me. Get as 
much of my box as you want, but for God's sake, stupid, aggravate my clit 
while you're doing it! And he raised up and said 'Where is it? I'll go get 
it and beat the shit outta it! I'm a mighty man, Baby, you know that. I 
won't just aggravate the sonofabitch, I'll kill it if that'll make you 
happy!' I fell out on the floor laughing." 

That might sound like, a lie; that no man is that dumb or stupid. But it's 
the truth. It's a widely known fact that the female's vaginal canal is the 
most valuable flesh in all of the world. It's the most valuable anything. 
That little canal has driven men out of their minds. 

It has driven them to murder-hate-steal-rob-destroy. It has made fools outta 
more men than anything else in the world. It's the most valued piece of 
flesh in all this fucking world. And it's been sold more than all other 
goods put together. I mean billions and billions of dollars have been paid 
out for that stuff up in there. And all the while men are so eager to get 
into it, they come in for their own pleasures mostly, forgetful, or 
unknowing about what it takes to satisfy the owner. It isn't the goddamn 
canal at all, not really. It's everything down there, particularly the 
fucking clitoris! 

Anyway, I wasn't going to have to worry about any of those things. Like 
Talia, I was fortunate. My man was a LOVER. And he was going to be the only 
one to ever get into my pussy hole, asshole, mouth or whatever other hole I 
might have he was interested in. I made myself that promise right then. Wade 
certainly had the dick and mouth, lips and tongue I wanted, and from the way 
he ate and fucked me the night before, I had all that he wanted. I even had 
something special. Nice firm titties and big thick nipples he could squeeze 
and pinch, and a head of long hair he could pull out by the roots if he ever 
got that turned on. I sure in hell wasn't going to stop him. 

Later on that morning we took a taxi to my apartment and got my things. Not 
all, just things I would be needing right away, such as panties, some 
clothes, shoes, things for my hair, make up, and I drove us back in my car. 
I was so happy. I was so very happy! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

I didn't know what time Wade would be home, and didn't ask Talia. I just 
figured it would be around five at the latest, because he had to teach 
physical fitness and fight class at the academy. 

So, around two, after I had gone through my techniques and basics, take a 
quick shower, I went into the bedroom and decided to rest for a while. I was 
hot, buck naked, and dozed off quickly. 

Suddenly, I was having the most marvelous dream. I was almost at the peak of 
an orgasm when I awakened. Wade, believe it or not, was down between my 
parted thighs enjoying himself like a naughty little boy. I couldn't figure 
out exactly what it was he was doing. Then I kind of cut my eyes down and 
saw. He had a comb and brush and was playing with my pussy hairs. I grinned 
to myself. Talia was absolutely right, and no one was happier than she was 
for me. 

"Darling," I said softly," what are you doing, ummm?" 

"Oh, er," he began to mumble, and raised up pointing to my happy cunt. "Er, 
well, I'm ... making a ... a little nest for this ... this little bird...." 

"Oh? You're making a bird's nest, are you?" 

"Er, huh. I've never had such ... such material to work with before, and 
never built a nest for a bird. It's fun, believe me!" 

"Well, you go right ahead and make your little bird a nest. I'll try not to 
disturb you. Is, er, there anything I can do to help?" 

"Yeah, er, there is, as a matter-of-fact. The, er, the tree limbs are just a 
little close together. If they could be spread wider...." 

I gapped my legs wide open. "Like that?" 

"Uh, that's perfect!" he smiled, then went back to combing and brushing 
again. 

Now, Wade knew what that kind of action was doing to me. Why did he want to 
torture me? If he wanted in, why didn't he get on in and stop playing 
around? After I had been awake a few moments and was really enjoying his 
playing around with my body like that, I discovered great pleasures in it. I 
even had several orgasms, and it didn't seem to disturb him at all. But it 
was terribly hard for me to just remain steady and keep my legs opened while 
I was climaxing. I think this enhanced the pleasures. But I still wanted him 
in me. However, he went right on making his little bird a nest. What bird? 

I soon found out. He started aggravating the pink beast, and I thought; or, 
hell, I can't stand this kind of carrying on much longer. I hope he's aware 
of it. I'm really getting ready to blast off, and he just goes right on 
playing while I tremble out my orgasms. 

"Wade," I called, when I could no longer stand it, "what are you doing now?" 

He raised his head up, and still like a naughty little boy, he said, "Well, 
er, the ... the little bird ... is hungry. And, er I have to feed it." 

"Oh? You're feeding your little bird." 

"Yeah. The poor little devil is starved." 

"In that case you'd better give it plenty of attention." 

"I intend to." 

He wasn't lying an ounce. His fingers were hot flames burning into my body, 
up through my box, down my spine, up my spine again, into my brain, and all 
over my body. I was trembling, even moaning, jerking and twisting my head, 
but I dared not move my body. Let me tell you; climaxing is intense pleasure 
to begin with, and generally one has a chance to move away from it 
occasionally when it gets too intense. But there I was with all of this 
pleasure surging through me, and I had to keep my body right where it was or 
disturb Wade's little game. I couldn't do that. I was enjoying it too much. 
Besides, it was our first. 

Then his fingers began to move in and out of my box, and I just know I would 
come off the bed at any moment. I had to stop him from torturing me that 
way. But I didn't want to be blunt, or show lack of appreciation, for that 
was not the case at all. 

"Baby," I said nice and softly, "now what are you doing?" 

"Oh, well, seems to me like the little bird has gotten lonely, and it wants 
me to move in with it and keep it company. So, I'm making this little nest 
for me...." 

You plan to get into it soon?" 

"Oh, yes." 

"I think you had better hurry up and finish your nest, don't you?" 

"I think it's ready," he grinned. 

"It is ready," I corrected him. 

"In that case," he said, standing up, "I'd better get out of my shorts. 
Can't properly get in it with these on, now can I?" 

"Not properly. No." 

The next thing I knew he was taking me into his arms, and our mouths were 
wide open, coming at each other like two planets about to collide with one 
another. And did. His tongue shot into my mouth like a red-hot forty-five 
bullet, and I quickly grabbed it and gave it a healthy massage. Then he took 
mine. Uuuummm! UMMMmmm!" 

"You okay?" he asked me, fondling my breasts. 

"Er, huh," I whispered. "Pinch!" He pinched me. "Harder!" I demanded. He did 
it harder to me, and that was when I had to cling to him because of the 
giant orgasm I was suffering was draining me of my energies rapidly. I had 
it swimming in the head. I told him I was getting off, and begged him to 
pinch much harder, 'aaarrrggghhh!" 

I was riding a tidal wave right then, and at the same time I was on a swift 
space ship plowing through the Milky Way. I was being carried from planet to 
planet, even taken beyond the universe, to a distant sun, and buried in its 
belly with an incredible heat engulfing me. "Ahhh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! 
Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

"Missed you today," he told me, as I was returning to earth. 

"Missed you, too." 

"Talia told me you got some of your things. We'll get the rest later on. 
Okay." 

"Anything you need?" 

I blushed. "You." 

"You've got me." , "Have I?" 

"You have. But, er, maybe I'm not what you want." 

"And just what makes you think that?" 

"How would you know!" he smiled. "Maybe I'm not." 

"And, er I should sleep around to find out" 

"Don't you think it would be a good idea?" 

"No, Wade, I don't. And please don't hurt me like that. I'm not that kinda 
masochist. I want you!" 

"Because I'm the first? Because I deflowered you?" 

"No. Because I happen to love you!" I was going to cry. 

"Listen, little freak," he said, "you give any of it away, I'll break your 
neck. Savvy?" 

"Huh?" Now I was shocked. "You're mine. I want all of you." 

"Well, how do you think I feel?" 

"Tell me." 

"I want all of you, too. "Good. How was your day?" 

"Happy." 

"I'm happy, too, you little freak." 

"I'm sorry about the sheet. But it was ruined...." 

"I can always get another sheet. But never will I ever have a cherry like 
the one you had again." 

I blushed. "Is that a fact?" 

"It's a fact. Er, tell me, what would you be doing right now if I hadn't 
flirted with you yesterday?" 

"Probably getting ready to come to the academy," I said. 

He glanced obliquely at his watch. "Shit! Physical fitness and fight 
classes. Who wants to teach at a time like this?" 

"Your idea," I reminded him. 

"Before you came into my world." 

"Hey," I said, sitting up, "you take it easy tonight. You've got your 
homework cut out for you. You're gonna need all of the energy you have." 

"I'll keep that in mind, hot pants. C'mon. Get up, before I get in." 

All of us wore our G.I.'s to the studio, because none of us wanted to go 
through the hustle of changing back and forth. And when we returned home, we 
would celebrate. I would have my first blast-off from 'weed!'-I didn't tell 
them I hadn't ever smoked. Maybe I should have. 

Everyone was assembled on the floor when we walked in, with Ed standing in 
front of them. They all turned toward us like we were four circus freaks 
escaped from a circus, and should be returned. 

When the physical fitness class began, all the while I was running in place, 
doing side-straddle-hops, sit-ups, push-ups the duck-walk, jumping-jacks, 
and all of the other exercises, I was doing them in bed with Wade. 

Wade kept his promise, although I don't know how, and didn't exhaust 
himself, although he did every exercise we did along with us. And I teased 
him every now and then about taking it easy. And he would tell me I was the 
one that should be taking it easy. Everyone was watching us closely; 
wondering what was with the cold black-headed bitch that had been a block of 
ice until then. I told them in my silent way to, "dream on, you ignorant 
bastards! Dream on! My box has found a caretaker who knows how to take care 
of it!" 

"Hey, pretty mama," one of the Green Belts said to me when we finished, and 
I was getting ready to join my group. "What's happening?" 

"Expound, please," I said. 

"I mean, you were like ice until now. Who turned your thermostat up for 
you?" 

"A man," I smiled. "A real man!" 

"Sax?" he grinned. "Yes." 

He shook his head and laughed lightly. "Then I don't want any parts of 
what's left," he said, turned, continued to laugh and walked away. 

I couldn't find anything funny about me getting hooked on Wade. I knew I 
wasn't that hep, but I didn't think I was that dumb, either. Why was he 
laughing?" 

"Connors?" Talia asked, when I told her about it. 

"Yeah. Why would he laugh?" 

"Connors had a girl once," Talia told me, as we walked to the car," and, 
well, she met Wade. Wade screwed her into a hospital. Obviously she told 
Connors all about it. Anyway, he put her down, and refused to have anything 
to do with her after that. She wanted Wade, but wasn't woman enough for 
him." 

"Now I understand," I said. 

We got into the car, and by then Wade and Toby were walking toward the car. 
They got in, and Toby grinned at me. 

"Flirting, Yo-Yo?" Toby asked. "I saw you. Deny it?" 

I jumped tense, and got serious. "I wasn't flirting!" I said. "Connors 
approached me; I didn't approach him. You get your tales straight Buddy!" 

Wade turned around and smiled. "He was only kidding, Baby." he told me. 
"Cool it!" 

"I don't kid that way," I said. "Understand that, Toby. Okay?" 

"You got a winner," he said, and reached me his hand. We shook, and that was 
that. 

I thought about the high Wade promised me, the party, the great sexual 
pleasures, and I was all wet between my thighs when we got' to the house. I 
was overly excited, and having private pleasures no one knew about but me. I 
suppose if I had thought deeper on the subject I would have climaxed. But I 
didn't. 

Wade pulled the car up in the front yard and we piled out and scurried like 
the perverts we were, inside, and all stood in the living room and stripped. 
Then made a mad dash for the shower. Breasts and pricks were jiggling and we 
all laughed together. 

Fortunately the shower was just large enough for the four of us to get into. 
Then my jealousy came down on me. I thought about Wade being in there with 
another woman, letting her play with his beautiful organ the way I was 
doing. Then I forgot the bitch and went on to enjoy myself. 

Wade soaped and washed my back. That just got me excited. But when he came 
to wash my front, I got off, and he got a hard-on. 

"Hey!" laughed Talia. "What's that thing?" 

"Hey-hey-hey!" laughed Toby, "my man got him one already. Shit, Talia, do 
something for me. Don't leave me out in the cold. Damn!" 

"Hold still, damnit!" Talia said, reaching for hi. "Now, that's better." 
Yeah, it had to be. 

She had found it and was loving it as she soaped it good, and it began to 
grow in her hands. "Hey' How's that?" 

"Alright!" exclaimed Toby joyfully. "Now for some action! Action time! 
Accctttiiiooonnn--Timeee!" 

We stepped out of the shower and dried off, then slipped into the living 
room where Wade and Toby got the grass and lit up. Love-pillows, as we 
called them, were all around the living room, and each of us got one or two 
or even three. Then Toby passed me the joint. I swallowed remembering what 
it was like when I took a drag from a cigarette, and I duplicated that 
moment. I sucked in the smoke, and that was when I also remembered you 
weren't supposed to let go. It was to stay there for you to enjoy and make 
you feel good. Only I didn't feel good at all. I was sick to my stomach. 

I didn't puke like I thought I would. But I did get my ass up and left them 
laughing and talking, and didn't return. I fell down across the big bed sick 
as a dog, and that was it for me right then. 

Later on Wade came in and made me forget I had ever taken a single drag from 
the joint. I was too busy enjoying his joint. Just playing with his dick 
made me so happy I wanted to cry. I kissed the big bald head with all of my 
mouth, and he let out a deep sigh. It was so kingly hard I wanted to bite 
it. It seemed like it would taste awfully good, and I wouldn't have any 
problems digesting it. But, I just wanted the cream inside, that was all. 

Wade reached down and took me like I was a feather and lay me in the center 
of the bed. "I want'cha, baby," he told me, making his way between my thighs 
he was opening apart. 

"I've got two holes down there! Which one?" 

"I'll take the first one for now," he told me, and planted the giant cock's 
head at the ingress to my juiced up pussy hole, then shoved it into me 
gently. "Ummm!" I moaned as the dick came running up inside of my hole. 
"Ahhh, Wade, AHHH!" 

"Hurt?" he wondered. 

"I'm gonna cum!" 

"Oh!" 

He started working his hips and pushing it all into me, and made me scream 
with joy. "Aaaawwwooo! Awwww! Awww! Awwwooo! 

Awww! Awwwooo! Aggghhh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!" I 
was whimpering with deep pleasure, and crying with sheer ecstasy. Fuck me, 
baby, fuck me! Fuck your bitch! Get it all! Get it all! Aggghhh! Ummm! 
Ummm!" 

He had not forgotton my very special desires and needs. He took my titties 
in his big, powerful hands and gave them a most delightful squeeze. I could 
hear the flesh crying, but I was too busy cumming to give a damn if he 
busted them or not. Do it to me." I told him. "Do it to me!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

A little something about my friends before I go on. 

Talia was a Green Belt when we first became good pals, and was just about 
ready to take her Brown Belt test. She was, and still is, positively 
gorgeous and sensual, with long and lovely ash-blonde hair, a deeply 
suntanned complexion, big sexy blue eyes, a full mouth, sinuous legs, full 
and firm thighs, a provocative arcing behind, neat waist and flat belly, and 
an outstanding set of mountainous mammaries that were just that: 
outstanding. As full and bounteous as they were, they didn't sag at all. 
They jutted right out from her chest like the headlights of a car. Like most 
girls who go in for contact sports, she's rugged, and enjoys the physical 
contact. Also like me, Talia was a very special person. She's a 
nympho-masochist who really enjoys pain. Waaahhh! And how! 

It was unbelievable the way we got along with each other. From the very 
beginning we were a family, just as the three of them had been, of course, 
now there was a fourth, but it was three before I came into the frame. And 
it was impossible for anyone to love as much as I loved Wade. It was 
incredible the joy and pleasure this one man brought to me. Wade was to me 
the greatest lover in all the world, and I never had to steal away and get 
laid by others a thousand times to conclude I had the best there was to 
have. Besides, I really don't feel the average man, regardless of the size 
of his cock or how much he knew, could have adequately satisfied my 
exclusive needs and desires for perfection the way Wade did, and still does. 
I needed, and go on needing very special attention. Most women do. But, as 
sad as it is, I know that few are fortunate enough to get what they need 
from one man, and sometimes having other lovers to fill in does not 
completely give a woman her full satisfaction. 

Wade does have his unique techniques, and they seemed to have been designed 
especially for me. Five very, very important things he does expertly are: He 
can hold back his cream for as long as he wishes. He tells me it is a very 
simple thing to do, and any man can learn if willing. Wade is absolutely and 
positively uninhibited, and has gotten me to be the same way. He loves 
teasing me, particularly aggravating hell out of my clitoris. Doing this 
properly, he brings me to the pleasure of as many orgasms I need to 
experience in order that I might achieve my apex of sexual satisfaction. At 
times it could be as many as twenty or more within a very short period of 
time. Some last from five to thirty seconds or more, and are incessant or 
periodical. Wade very seldom has to prepare me for a good fuck or suck. He 
keeps me that way most of the time. He constantly kisses and caresses me, 
fondles and embraces me, and it only takes a little more of this action when 
we begin to get me up there where I have to be. Generally I'm so hot for him 
before we get into fucking or sucking I explode immediately upon 
penetration, or on feeling his hot tongue and lips in my pussy, or nearby. I 
just seem to catch fire and go up in flames, and I do it according to the 
way he wants me to. He started to study my body from the very beginning, and 
I will say, he knows more about it than I do. He knows how sensitive this or 
that spot is, and what it takes to completely love it, what it likes, how it 
likes it and how much it likes or needs this or that. 

Since I have known Wade Saxton, I don't recall a single night I have gone to 
sleep without a smile on my face, or awakened unhappy. Most of the time when 
he does awaken me, it's ecstatically. He's a great one to steal my pussy 
while I'm sleeping. All of a sudden I think I'm having a beautiful orgasmic 
dream, only to awaken and find it's the real thing. Nothing has ever been 
more beautiful to me than being awakened this way. Cumming awake has to be 
the greatest awakening any woman can experience. It's really one helluva 
sensation. 

Wade does not turn over and fall asleep right away after he had given up his 
cum. I'm tenderly loved by his lips, tongue, hands and fingers just as I was 
before we began. Wade often falls asleep with one of my big nipples in his 
mouth. And should I awaken during the night, he's still got ahold of it. If 
I take it from him, he's like a little baby; he begins to squirm and lick 
his lips and go on searching for it with his mouth. When a man is making 
this kind of love to your body and is fast asleep, you know damned well what 
you can expect from him when he's wide awake and in action. 

Wade has always told me beautiful things; especially how lovely I am, what I 
mean to him, how he enjoys me, and he inquires whether or not I'm happily 
satisfied. I can't ever lie to him about having an orgasm if I am not, 
because all he has to do is kiss me. The taste of the orgasm is there in my 
mouth, and he knows it. Wade does not have any special time or place to make 
love, nor is there any special kind he loves more than another. He loves it 
all, anywhere we do it. He doesn't have any favorite position. They are all 
his favorite. I would venture to say since I've been his woman we've gone 
through at least a hundred different positions, and we do just about 
anything that can be done between man and woman in the realm of lovemaking. 

I would say the most important thing Wade does is keeping in good physical 
condition. He is always relaxed and never hurried. But his patience drives 
me out of my fucking mind. He can bring me to the brink of an orgasm and 
make me hold it until I nearly pass out. My entire body is vibrating, my 
blood is boiling, my senses are gone, and I'm in tears. When I do go off, it 
blows my mind literally. 

Being sick, as a psychiatrist might say-since I am a confirmed 
nympho-masochist-there is hardly an hour of my time when I'm awake I don't 
experience orgasms from Wade. This demands a great deal of the man's time 
and abilities. He is never selfish. If he's around me close enough, I can 
rest assured his hands are touching me, or at least some part or parts of 
his body. When he is stealing pussy, I just go off incessantly. It never 
seems to end with him, until at last he's fast asleep. It's the same when we 
go out socially. By the time we get home he has me climbing the walls with 
passions blazing throughout every inch of my body, and my mind is swimming 
in an inferno of blue flames only he can extinguish. Let me give you a brief 
example of how this is, and how beautiful and effective it is. 

We had been out on the town one beautiful night, and had ourselves a real 
ball. His every word was a sonata he played on the strings of my heart. 
Therefore, I was going to permit him to devastate me, since that seemed to 
be what he was going to do anyway. And what in hell did I care? That was 
right up my pussy's lil' alley. But he set out making me a prisoner of want 
and need and desire with his hands, his lips and his goddamn hot tongue. 

"Ooh, goddamn, Wade," I moaned. "Shit, that feels so fucking good to me." 

Right then he had gone insane over my titties. He was squeezing the milk out 
of them with his powerful hands. And the cream was oozing out of my bubbling 
pussy hole between my parched thighs. 

"Ooh, Wade, I'm gonna cum for you," I told him. My entire body was 
quivering, and the rest of me felt like it was on the inside of a living 
hell I was so hot. Pleasure was burning me inside and out. "Ooh, Wade, ooh! 
Ooh! Ooh! Ahhhnnn, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! I'm c-c-cuuummiinnggg! Ooh, baby, 
ooh! It's so good! It's so g-g-g-oooddd! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! 
Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

He removed his hands from my titties and took his fingers and twisted hell 
out of my panting nipples. Again my pussy felt the oozing juice of my body 
slipping into and out of it, running down the inside of my thighs. "Ohhh, 
Wade, ohhh, that's so goood! It's so g-g-goooddd! Agggrrrhhh! ahhhnnn! 
Ahhhnnn! Ahhhnnn! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, damn you! I'm cuummmiiinnnggg! 
I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! You're really giving me ... a fever, you know." 

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I thought I was burning you up!" 

"It's a terribly high fever. Wade. And I am burning up!" 

"Good!" he mumbled, kissing me all over my face. 

We were in our bedroom at home, and Wade had already undressed me in the 
living room, picked me up and brought me to our little love nest. Now, as if 
I were a brown roasted chick and he was famished, that was the way he was 
loving my body. He knew what I wanted most of all in the beginning. I wanted 
him to pinch my nipples and squeeze my breasts and pull viciously at my 
hair, jerk it, pull it out if he could. This was my thing. As if he could 
read my mind, that was what he started doing; pinching my nipples and 
squeezing my nipples. My entire body was his and he knew it. Even my mind. I 
didn't care what he did, and he knew it. But I wanted him to do it. Do it 
for me! To me! 

Pinching my nipples and squeezing my mammaries like that, kissing me deep in 
my mouth with his aggravating tongue, he was making me see the perfect image 
of our next moments together in the future, when all of what he was creating 
now for us would become a bed of memories for our bodies to savor and 
sustain. His charms enervated me, with absolute powers that dominate me. I 
was his personal prisoner; his captive-his slave-bitch-whore, and whatever 
else he wanted me to be. No, Wade wouldn't ever have to go out and find this 
kind of woman to satisfy his natural male sexual desires, as so many other 
men do. A wife won't suck her husbands, won't give in willingly to sodomy, 
or whatever else the man might want. And yet she expects him to be pleased 
putting his organ into her vagina and cumming, day after day, with no 
varieties whatsoever. My Wade has his own "do it all girl" at home. And I 
know it's exciting as hell to him to love my exciting kind of woman. 

We were man and woman, following the full measure of our erotic desires, and 
fulfilling our sexual needs. Yes, and we were even perverted. We were 
unquestionably unique, in an elite class of lovers. I have long believed 
those of us that, "Walk on the wild side," so to speak, get more 
satisfaction and pleasure out of life than others. Those like us, totally 
uninhibited and perverted find our passions to be more profound and longer 
lasting, and our ecstasies more intensified, our orgasms more rewarding. I 
have heard of people such as us getting so carried away they killed their 
partner. Believe me, it could very easily have happened to me. Sometimes it 
almost did. As I said. Wade is terribly strong. And because what might be 
pain to millions of other girls and women was naked ecstasy to me, he could 
not always know how much torture I could take and survive. The greater the 
pain, the more intense was the ecstasy. 

Right then, as hard as he was pinching my dugs and squeezing my nipples, I 
was hearing a river of streaming passion purring through my body with 
intoxicating joy trailing it. He was reaching inside of my sanity box to 
remove my sanity. Excuse the hell out of me; I should have said, he did 
remove my sanity. Then he relieved me of my equilibrium. But I didn't want 
him to stop there. No, that would have been an even greater sin. He had to 
keep me climaxing. He had to keep the fires of ecstasy blazing. He had to 
keep the rockets going off in my head. He had to keep the space ship 
floating through the milky way. He had to keep me hopping from planet to 
planet. 

But Wade knew what to do. He moved downward, kissing my belly with his hot 
lips, sliding his red tongue over my sizzling flesh, heading for my little 
pink beast between my vulva. Right then it had become a red-hot jumping-jack 
down there. It was doing it's special fire-dance because it was going to be 
one heck of a long time before Mister Saxton arrived at his destination. 

And right here, if I may say so, is a very important part of lovemaking. 
Most people refer to it as "oral sex" or "oral love" or such slang phrases 
as "eating her out," sneezing in the bushes," 

"sardine sandwich," 

"giving head," and others. Men who want to be truly good lovers to their 
wives or sweethearts, "shack-jobs", or whatever, will dare to love this area 
of the female body with their lips and tongue. However, an unskilled lover 
can turn a woman against this beautiful form of lovemaking. First of all 
they don't know what to do with the damn thing down there to begin with, and 
they go at it as if they were scared it will sooner or later bite them. 

Wade Saxton had been taught how to make love by two close friends of his, 
who were experts. The best in the world at this kind of love, unless, a man 
happens to be a Wade Saxton. They were lesbians. One, a lovely Greek named 
Leda was the active, while desirable Helen, an Italian, was the passive. He 
knew both girls for nine years while he was growing up through high school 
and college. Today they call him their brother. They are that close, but it 
is only a friendly relationship. 

Having been trained by these two professionals, who are now a Psychiatrist 
and Psychologist team at a leading hospital in Southern California, Wade 
knows the proper procedure. He knows that in that area not only is the 
clitoris very sensitive, but all else. And he is never in a hurry to get to 
it. He just drives me crazy on the way. The tissue between my thighs and 
lower abdomen, like all women, is easily stimulated, particularly if you are 
active. And I'm very active. I would say Wade began his quest for the golden 
nugget around twelve thirty. He was acting as if he didn't know where it 
lived, when the unctuous cave where it does dwell was just a few inches away 
from his activities all the. while. Now, when a man is making that kind of 
love, and is that patient, you get nothing but pleasure. The ecstasies are 
almost too incredible to bear, and the orgasm which comes is powerfully 
intense. The passion is like red-hot liquid steel running through my veins. 

My clitoris was throbbing in a frenzy of sustained passion long before he 
ever touched it. My legs and thighs were quivering, while the rest of me 
panted and vibrated. As always, I begged him to hurry up and do it. But Wade 
is the leader, and he knows damn well what to do. So, begging and crying 
real tears, whimpering and wiggling, jerking and twitching, didn't bother 
him. He was content with what he was doing. He had settled down to 
administer red-hot injections of love into me, and I had to accept them. Now 
and then, it got so hot I wanted to run away. But his strong hands and arms 
held me in place. The way he does this is simple. He reaches his hands up 
under my thighs near my hips and brings them over my lower belly. Then he 
laces his strong fingers together, and I'm well anchored in position, and 
there is no escape for me. 

Finally about an hour later he is nibbling at the folds of my vagina. His 
fingers moved to open them, and the pink monster is so red hot at this point 
it's like a laser beam. Wade still did not bother it. Instead, he inserted 
his middle finger into my boiling hot vagina as a consolation gift-something 
to give me hope, also to help madden me. My outcries had become so filled 
with delirium, they were bouncing off the walls and ceiling, returning to be 
present when the ecstasy exploded. 

Now, he was just a touch away, and his mouth and tongue had touched just 
about all there was to touch down there but the pink beast. It was so full 
of torment it almost squealed, and was ever so mad at Wade. 

Now, he engulfed it all at once. In order to hold me in the center of that 
tremendous thrill that was shooting through me, he had to anchor me in 
position once again. He chewed it as if it were a piece of steak he couldn't 
get all of the juice out of before he swallowed it. That had my voice so 
thick you could almost see it, and my body so active it looked like I was in 
a vibrating machine, and it was turned on full blast. Garlee, it felt so 
damn good to me! He bit it gently. He went on and nibbled it. Christ! I was 
climaxing incessantly, with tears running down my cheeks, and my voice lame 
from being overworked. I told him he was making me cum, but he didn't care 
how much I came. He was busy taking care of serious and important business 
right then. He spanked the damn thing. The sweet bastard drew it in, spit it 
out, jerked it back in and chewed it some more, spit it out, and drew it 
back in with all of his strength. It felt like he was trying to steal it 
away from me; to separate it from my box. Christ! Did that ever fell good. 
My entire body was climaxing. I was having cum-spasms, one after another. I 
called him every name I could think of. Most of it was profanity mixed with 
prayer. Then he added insult to injury. He had me paralyzed where I was, and 
I wasn't going anywhere. So, he reached his hands up and collected my 
nipples. When he started pinching them like he intended to burst them, I 
told him to go ahead and do it, but to eat the damn thing up and down there 
between my thighs while he was doing it. And it was all so beautiful. God! 
It was beautiful! 

Love him, he took me at my word, and I prayed and cursed at the same time, 
while the ecstasies mounted me and buckled me down to incessant orgasms. 
Ecstasy stormed through my entire body, and kept my vagina vomiting up 
pleasure and my pink beast sparkling with them. His fingers felt like they 
were trying to jerk my dugs away from my titties. By this time the heat was 
thick, the pleasures indomitable, and the joys and ecstasies of my soul 
invincible. He was loving every note I cried. Then I had to have it. 

His beautiful organ, I mean. I took hold of it-my sweet, delicious structure 
of pure manhood. It was throbbing violently while I massaged it with my 
hands. Yeah, it was just right for me. I could get my hands around it, and 
in no way on earth would I have ever flown away from this beautiful thing. 
It wasn't a miniature pony kinda thing as a few might have believed. 
Besides, I was a masochist, and if it had hurt me I would have enjoyed that 
plenty. But fortunately I was built just right for Wade, and he never 
seriously hurt me or damaged any of my delicate equipment up inside of me. I 
held on as long as I could without doing something else beside hold the 
beautiful thing. 

So, when I knew I could no longer stand for it being outside of my body, I 
sank my mouth down on it's sweet bald head and imprisoned it. Again, this 
type of lovemaking is given various names. "Head, "blow-job," 

"trenching," and a lot of other things. To me it was another form of 
ineffable lovemaking I couldn't live without now that Mister Saxon had 
introduced me to it. Ummm! 

I lashed the bald head with my tongue slowly and gently, all the way around, 
then up and down from the head to the pubic hairs and back. I cupped his 
balls in my warm hands and kept them company, too. Truthfully, getting it 
all in my mouth was like a full day of frenching. But, that depended on 
where you were. Actually, from the very first time it came easy to me. And I 
never had to learn what a lot of women who go down on their men had to 
learn: How to take it in my throat. I did that the first time. Then, when 
the "Deep Throat" girl was popular, I asked, "What did she do that was 
different?" 

"What is everyone so excited about?" 

"I did that my first trip." 

As usual, it just up and leaped into my gullet. My mouth was now pressing 
against the pubic hairs at the base a mile away from the head peeping into 
my belly to see what I had that was interesting inside of me it might wanta 
get involved with. 

Wade knew what I wanted. I'm not like a lot of women who bring their men to 
a climax this way, then run off, turn their heads away, frown, and finish 
the orgasm by jerking off. Or, letting them shoot over their bellies, or 
whatever. I didn't spit it up on a damn towel, either, or run to the 
bathroom and waste it. 

Wade was quivering. He was going to give it up. This was the apex of it all 
for me. Right then I could hardly breathe, nearly suffocating, and he was 
bursting my dugs wide open. I had never stopped having orgasms from the 
beginning. That must have been a couple of hundred behind me, and I was 
still going off. This was when Wade's body went crazy, and his penis popped 
back into my mouth, he grabbed my hair and tried to lift me up off the floor 
with it as he climaxed. That beautiful sharp pain had hit him in the head 
and shot down to his balls and busted them, and that sweet, thick and 
delicious love-juice spurted into my mouth, crashing against the roof and my 
palate. "Aggghhh!" he was crying. "Gaaahhhrrr! Unnnggghhh! Gaaaaaarrrrr!" I 
had it, and sent it on down, "Uuuuggghhh," into my sperm-hungry belly. 
Afterwards I massaged it lovingly and kept it nice and hard, because it had 
another job to do; he had to fill my pussy hole, and maybe, depending on how 
we felt, he might get it up my ass. I wanted it! Believe me, I really, 
really did. 

But right then he shoved it into my cunt. "Ahhhhnnn! I whimpered right away, 
as the big cock plunged into me, then sank it's bald head into my womb. 
"Ahhhnnn! Wade, Baby, I'm gonna ... cum! I'm ... I'm ... gonna cum ... right 
now! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Awwwooo, shit, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! I'm 
cuummmiiinnnggg! Oh, goddamn that's good! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!! 

For once it appeared that he was in a sadistic mood, and was going to give 
me some beautiful pain. "Hurt me!" I told him. And just the thought of 
moving him to his point was a very special thrill for me, and then it began. 

He got ahold of my hair and began to pull it for me, as hard as he could, 
and drive his rod in and out my cunt like it was a ramming rod. "Ohhh!" I 
cried in pleasure. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Pull! Pull! Pull, Baby, Pull! Drill me 
deep! Get all that pussiiee! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!" I went on cumming 
and cumming for him, having one healthy cum-spasm after another, while he 
played a romantic sonata at the bottom of my pussy hole. inside my screaming 
womb. "Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

Another important thing I learned: A man can't make love to a woman without 
her full and complete cooperation. Wade and I talk about our love-making. We 
discuss what I like as well as what he likes. And there are moments when I 
have to do certain things to help us both enjoy sex, when it is impossible 
for him to do these things. Only the female can do them. It's really simple, 
really. Turn loose and give it all up. Get the entire pussy, hole and all 
fucked. So, that's what I was doing right then. I was putting it where he 
wanted it so he could give me what I wanted. It was not an easy job, but a 
pleasant one. To concentrate on movements as well as my joys took a while 
for me to learn, then it was a habit I formed, and became part of my natural 
sexual personality. 

He was going to kill me that night. There was no doubt in my mind I was 
going to die a cum-happy death. My lover, bless him, was peter-whipping my 
poor pussy hole to death, and pulled my hair out of my scalp. I say that 
because it felt as though he was up in there stumbling over my bladder, 
pushing on my liver, crushing my kidneys, and giving me a gall-stone job. On 
top of that he was threatening to break my backbone at the same time. I was 
squealing like a hog with his head under a fence as I kept on spasming from 
my pussy hole as I came. "AAAIIIEEEeee! AAAIIIEEEeeel Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck 
me, damn you, fuck mm-meee! Cream me! Cream me! Pull my hair out! 
Aaaarrrggghhh! Uuuunnnggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Uuuuummm!" I grinned 
because he apparently had lost his senses up in there. "Is it that good down 
in there, Baby?" I managed to ask. 

"It's that fucking good, you little cum-freak," he told me. "Now, don't fuck 
around, damnit; just give it up. Give it all up, bitch! Give me all my 
pussy! Give it to me! Give it to me!" 

I already had my legs and thighs gapped as wide open as they would go, but 
we both wanted more. So, being as agile as I am, I lifted my legs up until I 
was able to grab ahold of my ankles with my hands, then pulled them all the 
way down to the bed on either side of me. In doing this, my bottom came up 
off the bed, and at least another three inches of Wade's huge cock came into 
me, making me cream as it happened. "Aggghhh!" I let out a cry from deep 
inside of me. "Aggghhh, Wade, aggghhh! You're fucking me inside my womb! I'm 
... c-c-cummmiiinnnggg! I'm doing it so good. Baby! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! 
Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhh! Huuunnnggg! Aggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr!" 

"Now you're giving it up, baby," he told me. 

"You're ... getting ... it all, Wade! You're getting ... all of my 
pussiiieee! Aggghhh! 

Unnnggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" 

"fake it, baby. Take my dick." 

"I'm taking it! I'm taking every ... goddamn inch ... and you have got it 
all ... in meee! Unnnggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

He got ahold of my titties, and that was when the good part began all over 
again. He really gave them a powerful squeeze. I once again heard the flesh 
crying, but my pussy hole was too happy right then to give a damn. And my 
nipples were in such heat they felt like two hot stoves sitting in my chest. 

"You're doing it. Baby!" I told my frantic lover. "You're creaming the 
goddamn hell outta me! You're bursting my titties! Ohhh, God is that ever 
good! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Uuuummm! Uuuummm! Ahhhnnn! Unnnhhh! Ooh, shit 
I'm cumming so good! Ohhh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck me! Squeeze my 
titties harderrrr! Harderrr! Fuck me deeeperrrr! Deeperrrr! Kill my pussy! 
Kill my titties! Kill meee! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

Wade Saxton was stabbing me so deep im my pussy hole I felt the vibrations 
in my brains. He was doing it the way I loved to have him do it. And my 
fervid outcries grew and continued to blaze through me and feed his fucking 
ego. This is what the real lover wants. This means as much, even more, 
depending on the man, than the size of his cock. When he has a bitch, his 
woman, shot or whatever whimpering and crying and cursing and scratching and 
pulling, and going out of her mind with pleasure he is fucking into her and 
out of her, he feels like a king. And my men knew he was king of the hole 
between my thighs. The louder I was, the harder he rammed his peter to me; 
the more I begged for him to stop, the more he made me cum! "Aggghhh! Shit! 
Shit! Fuck! Do it! Kill me! Kill me! I'm cumming! Kill me while I'm cumming! 
I wanta die now! Kill me! Aggghhh! I'm cumming! Kill me while I'm cumming! I 
wanta die now! Kill me! Aggghhh! It's so fucking good to my pussiiieee! 
Ahhh!" 

He had me discovering brand new pleasures every moment he writhed his body. 
And I knew I was in the middle of Utopia-a destination we had been trying to 
reach for sometime. We were one complete thrill and joy and rapture 
combined. Orgasms were coming from my pussy's hole and my clit. On top of 
all that he was pinching my nipples and squeezing my titties, and 
tongue-kissing me. 

Some ten minutes later he pulled my hair while we both got off. And what a 
fucking bang that was. 

"Ahhh!" he cried. "I'm cumming, baby!" 

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum, you good dick bastard! Cuuummmm! Give it to meee! 
Aggghhh! I feel it! I feel it! Aggghhh!" 

"I'm doing it! I'm doing it ... at the bottom of your goddman pussiiieee! 
Gaaahhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggg!" 

We fell off the bed onto the floor huffing and panting, completely drenched 
with perspiration, and laughing. If you're ever really had a cum-thrill, 
laughing and cumming at the same time has to be the greatest. There is just 
no better thrill in the world. It was an ecstasy even my shit enjoyed. 

"You okay, baby?" Wade asked me, after nearly fucking me to death. 

"Ummmhhh! You should know. You tried to drive me crazy tonight, damnit!" 

We never bothered to separate. That would have been the crime of the 
century. 

We kissed and embraced and talked small talk for a long time, until our 
voices became whispers in the night even the wind could not touch. Wade 
turned over on his back, I turned around on top of him without us parting, 
and then we lay on our sides. He was behind me now. And if you didn't know, 
we naturally fell off to sleep like that right on the floor as we were. 

The good dick bastard stole pussy all night long! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Now that I have told you some things about the kind of couple we were, how 
intense our passions are, about our friends, you must realize how I felt 
right then being there in my room all alone without Wade. And you must also 
realize how very much we enjoyed each other. But, I know for a fact a great 
many people, if they had seen us. or should happen to read this narrative, 
will say we are shameful. We are idolaters. I'm lascivious and wanton, and 
Wade is lewd and licentious, and we both are living with the devil's desire 
and a lot of other bunk. They might even say Wade's lovemaking is savage, 
and I'm a damned fool. But the truth of the matter is: We are isometric. 

I was missing everything about Wade as if he had been gone a lifetime, and 
it was driving me out of my mind. I was missing my dicking, especially the 
long-dicking and deep-fucking part, the nipple pinching, the mammary 
squeezing, the hair pulling, the long and seemingly never-ending cum-spasms. 
Wade's hands, his mouth and tongue, his beautiful big cock, even the look of 
desire in his big gray eyes. My throat missed his cock, my mouth missed 
receiving his cum, and so did my belly, and my butthole was weeping because 
it also missed the good dicking it always got. I was in a frenzy of erotic 
excitement just thinking about it! 

I was tired of the bed, and the cigarette had gone to ashes right then. If I 
had been sick, it was for a very, very short time. I sat up with the agility 
of a professional gymnast. I couldn't hear anything but the music from the 
stereo. But as I looked around me I sensed the sounds of our voices in the 
room in deep passion. I could hear myself crying, weeping, cursing, 
whimpering, screaming, whispering as I came for my lover. That was no good, 
either, so I got up and walked in front of the mirror. 

I cupped my tits in my hands, and made believe they were the powerful hands 
of my lover, remembering once when he was unable to be patient any longer 
with me, and removed my clothes. And when I was naked his hot eyes focused 
upon my anatomy, they could not linger like other times. His hands and 
fingers were a bit too eager to get to my booming thirty-eights. They were 
all of a sudden something he was greedy as hell for. And his hungry mouth 
came upon one erected nipple and gave it a scintillating massage, while his 
hands crushed the other tit and polished my clitoris. 

"I'm on fire, Baby!" I told him. "I'm gonna cream for you right now. Ooh, my 
God! I'm gonna cum! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Aggghhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm 
cummmmmiiinnnggg!" 

I was quivering with insanity as the orgasm struck, seemingly with no end in 
sight. All the time I was lost in this pleasurable dimension, I was busy 
trying to get him out of his things. And before I knew it there he was in 
the nude; his hard, masculine body was there before me to love. I found more 
pleasure when I buried my face against his chest, and all the time he was 
pinching my nipples crazily. "Pinch, baby, pinch!" I told him. "I'm gonna 
cum again! Pinch! Pinch! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Pinch!" 

I licked and kissed while this terribly maddening sensation shot through me 
into him. I clung to him at the height of another mighty cum-spasm that 
sprung up from out of nowhere. "Aggghhh! Aggghhh, Wade, aggghhh! I'm cumming 
some more! I'm cumming some more! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh, goddamn I'm cumming! 
Aaaarrrgghhh!" I couldn't escape it's powers, nor did I wish to be released 
from it's mighty grip. "Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Ooh, shit, I'm cumming like a 
bitch! I'm cumming like a bitch! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

My lover, love him, gathered in my hair and made tender love to it. Then he 
pulled with all of his might the way I loved it even more, until I thought 
my skull was going to open up and he would jerk out my brains. "Aggghhh, 
Wade, aaaggghhhh! I'm creaming! I'm creaming! Oooh! Ooh! OOhhh! PULL! PULL! 
PULL, YOU BASTARD, PULL! AGGGHHH! UNNNGGGHHH!" He impatiently wrapped some 
of it around his hands, and started jerking it like crazy, and making me 
crazy with intense cum-spasms. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ooh, I'm cumming 
so much! PULL! PULL! I was cumming so rapidly I don't remember what all I 
said or how I really acted. All I know is I loved every moment of it. The 
com-spasms were spontaneous and vigorous. The ecstasies were incomparable. 

Then he began to fondle me lovingly in places I never knew I owned. He 
watched and listened as I exploded again and again. Torrid pleasures were 
running wildly throughout my body as he continued to jerk the hell out of my 
hair with one hand and pinch my nipples with the other. He had my head 
pulled back so far I just knew he would break my neck. Let it break! Break 
it! 

He started running fiery fingers up and down my anatomy, belly, my back, the 
insides of my thighs, down my legs, then back up inside of my thighs I had 
parted from one side of the room to the other. I had learned sometime ago 
when Wade wanted me, he wanted all of me at once. And I always Kept my 
thighs gapped open just in case he might all of a sudden make a lunge for my 
beaver-slit. Around the house I never wore panties, and a brassiere was 
automatically out of the question. So, anytime he wanted my beaver-slit it 
was right there. He would not have to wait that long split-second for me to 
part my thighs, or even longer for me to get out of panties. He continued to 
give me the kind of pleasure I loved and had to have. We moved to the 
shower. Somehow, in some way, he managed to turn the water on, and adjust it 
to a tepid temperature. But all the while one hand was giving on of my 
red-hot dugs burning hell to love it. Now, both hands were doing it. I 
shivered, I quivered, and when neither one of us could stand it any longer, 
he pushed me down onto the shower floor and I immediately parted my thighs, 
because I knew he was going after his goodie in it's secret dwelling place. 

I asked him if he was going down on me and he told me there would probably 
be nothing left when he finished. Seeing he felt that way about it I told 
him not to forget to pinch my nipples while he was at it. And he told me he 
would also crush my tits until they popped. I got excited behind those words 
and wished he would do it just to see how it felt. 

But right then he was busy molesting my box and everything inside of it he 
could find edible, or he could chew on or suck, lick, kiss, or whatever he 
desired. He waded through the mass of flaxen hairs until he was nibbling at 
the pleasure disc; polishing the golden nugget, aggravating the pink breast. 
I was instantly in another frenzy, and I could not have gotten away if I 
tried with all my might. He had my head in a corner of the shower, and the 
warm water was striking me in the face. It was not only good loving, but 
also wet loving. I knew for once he was going to use my entire body the way 
we both wanted it. I was absolutely shivering and sizzling with the fortune 
of evenly distributed sensations within me. Once more he had gone insane 
over my flesh. It's a grand feeling to know your man loves your body. It's 
maddening to know he had gone crazy for it. He went about pinching and 
crushing, gnawing at the pink monster, polishing it with the tip of his 
red-hot tongue. I was clawing and screaming and cursing, and the orgasms 
continued to explode. His tongue touched me here, then there, until he had 
touched me all over with it. 

We got up. I took to my knees and seized his organ with all of my mouth. At 
the same time we were scattering flames all over each other's body. He was 
jerking my hair and pinching my digs and squeezing my nipples. Then what I 
wanted was just about ready to arrive. I felt his body quiver, his staff 
grew and became as steel. I knew it would not be long before his sperm would 
be gushing into my mouth. I was ready for it, and there it was, hot and 
thick as it jumped out of his wand. I swallowed quickly so I would not waste 
a single drop of that pure protein, then I milked what was left and departed 
like a thief in the night. But not for long. I came back for more, and it 
was there waiting for me. I feasted beautifully. I wanted to show off, 
because at this time I was just learning the art of oral love with the kind 
of experience that gave my man the ultimate pleasure he should derive from 
this art of lovemaking. And in my own way I wanted to prove to him I was the 
best as far as our lives went in the realm of cocksucking, which nowadays is 
getting rather crowded, whether the others want to admit it or not. The 
truth is: a helluva lot of women suck their lovers, husbands, or strangers. 
And facts are facts. If you do it--cocksucking is cocksucking. And I made 
Wade know I was beyond any that existed anywhere in the world. No, my name 
is not Lovelace, Bond or Chambers. I've seen them and others at work. What 
they do in front of the cameras for pay, I was doing before they were ever 
known for love. I still do it. And there is one huge difference between us. 
I've only had one man in my mouth. My man. 

"Trying to prove something?" Wade asked me, when I stood up licking my lips, 
getting the few drops into my mouth and down into my hungry belly. 

"Don't I have the right?" 

"All the right in the world." 

"How do I rate? I wanted to know from Mister experience. 

"At the very top of the long, long list." 

That excited me. "Really, Wade?" 

"Really." 

"But you want something else, don't you?" 

"That would be nice." 

"Well, why didn't you do it? My mouth was open wide enough." 

"Let us just say I'm pleased. Okay?" .Okay." 

He soaped me with a face cloth, and gently, playfully, fooled around with my 
box, getting me all steamed up again. Who cared? We were young and full of 
energy as well as passion. If I got hot, his staff would be erect, and I'd 
enjoy it all over again. Maybe this time it would be up the butthole. He was 
slowly but surely getting it stretched to where I could take his massive 
organ up there with ease. I had not had all of it that way so far, but it 
was only because he thought of me, and took his time about giving it to me. 
He wanted to be certain when he did he wouldn't have to run off with me to a 
doctor. Or, I'd had it good once. But only once. 

"Keep it up," I told him. "You'll have to do it over again." 

"That's what I'm working on." 

"Why?" 

"Something special I want." 

"Like what?" 

He slapped my hips. "The rear, you little freak. Your dainty little rear! 
Your lovely purplish asshole!" 

"Little?" I grinned. "Can't be after taking you as many times as I have so 
far." 

"Next time it's gonna be all the way," he promised. 

"Then stop talking about it," I told him. "You know it's all yours. Get it, 
you freak!" 

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. We were nice and 
clean for the next act. And we had our own script to go by. 

My lover picked me up and carried me to the bed and parted my thighs and got 
into my box once more. He spread it from one part of my being to the other, 
and sank his shaft all the way to the bottom where I loved for him to grind. 
Whatever was down there, my darling was madly in love with. 

Because of some of the claims made by some doctors that, the female's pussy 
hole is an average of eight to nine inches deep, and the average length of a 
man's cock is six to seven inches long, a lot of other women might not get 
all of their pussies fucked. But with me, having Wade Saxton as a lover, I 
had enough dick not to even wish for another fraction of a inch. All of the 
inside of my pussy always got fucked, even my womb. 

When he had savagely loved my cunt and all it's holdings for as long as he 
wanted to, he flipped me over and shoved his electric wand up my butthole to 
give it some pleasure. "AAAWWWOOO! I cried out in rapture. "AAAWWWOOO! I'm 
getting off already, Wade. You're creaming my asshole! Naw, it's my pussy! I 
don't know ... maybe both! All I know ... I'm doing it! I'm doing it, and 
Lord have mercy, it's so goooddd! Aggghhh!" 

I loved getting it in the butthole by then. However, few men who love 
fucking their women in their asses ever stop to think the woman is hardly 
going to cream by him just going in and out of it with his prick. But Wade 
just reached around between my thighs and collected my weeping clitoris and 
began to aggravate it with his fingers. And when he grabbed hold of one tit 
and gave it a good hard squeeze, I came from all over. "OOOOWWWEEE!" I 
wailed like a crocked dick dog had rammed me. "Ohhh, my God, Wade, it's too 
goooddd! it's tooo goooddd to my ass! Ohhh! OMHHH! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! 
Ohhhhhhh! Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass! Dick that asshole, Wade! Long dick 
it! Deep-fuck it! Crocked-dick it! False-dick it! Up-dick it! Down-dick! 
Between-dick it! Cum in it! Shoot your hot cream deep in it! 
Aaaaaarrrhhhrrr!" 

I had so much dick up my asshole right then the devil was even embarrassed. 
Wade Saxton, love him, was trying his damndest to push his rod up through my 
intestines and into my belly. And I was pushing my ass back to him, trying 
to help get his cock on up in there, since that seemed to be what he was 
trying to do. 

"Fuck that ass, Wade!" I continued to tell him while I felt the electric 
thrills spinning through me. "Fuck that ass! Fuck that all, goddman you! Get 
it good! Give it a good fucking! Give it to me! Squeeze my tit, finger my 
clit, freak your bitch off! I tell you ... freak me off! Freak me off! 
Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

Between the long dicking my asshole was getting, the squeezing my tit was 
getting, the fervid fingering my clit was getting, the room became a 
spinning ocean, with mighty tidal waves reeling and rocking me. Here we 
mingled with pleasure and ecstasy, and passion and rapture. I was a woman of 
excitement that could not feel anything else. He was a man of lightening 
that would not stop striking. We knew in these moments we lived in, we were 
living in the epitome of erotic pleasures. Then we hit the high one 
together, and our minds were momentarily shattered. "Aggghhh!" Wade sounded 
off! I'm gonna shoot in your fine ass! Aggghhh!" 

"Shoot it! Shoot it! Cum in that ass, Baby! Give it to me deep! Ahhhnnn! 
Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhh!" 

"Aggghhh, Baby, aggghhh! It's so good! Feel that cum! Feel it! Feel it!" 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeeesss! Ohhh! Yeeessss!" 

We were in different worlds from those we were in when we started out. 
Softly, ever so softly he asked me, "How do you feel, precious?" 

"Ummm!" I groaned smilingly, as he dragged his long, hot dagger out of my 
well fucked behind. "Let me see; my cunt's been eaten and well explored by 
your cock. My mouth has done it's thing ... and my stomach is busy digesting 
your cream ... and my butt has had it ... and I feel terrific. Just 
terrific! The only thing that could possibly make me feel better is ... if 
you'd give me one last good deep-fucking. Will you do that for your bitch?" 

"My pleasure, Baby!" 

"Not right," I told him. "Our pleasure." I turned over and gapped open wide 
to receive his long dick. He didn't waste any time giving it to me. He 
shoved it all the way to the bottom in one movement, and creamed hell out of 
me. "Aaaarrrggghhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Oooohhh!" I honestly believe I came 
all night long that night. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It had been a lovely night out with Wade; my first ever in a night club. We 
had ourselves a ball until that strange urge hit us, and at the same time. 
We could tell it was mutual from the amorous looks in each other's eyes. So, 
Wade paid our bill and we walked out of the club and got into the Lincoln. 
My lover took me in his strong arms and passionately tongue-kissed me. I 
stole his kingly prick into my hands and began to tug at it, wanting to 
snatch it from his crotch and fly away with it to Venus or Mars. 

"Hey-hey-hey-hey!" he exclaimed moderately. "Careful, hot-pants. I only have 
one of those, you know. Maybe they can cut 'em off and make pussies outta 
them, but they sure in hell can't make live transplants!" 

"Can I help it if I'm starved for it?" 

"May be not. But you can be a little more gentle." 

"I wouldn't hurt it. Wade, " I pouted. "You know that. I ... just want it so 
damned bad. Christ!" 

He started the car and drove out of the parking lot on Sunset Boulevard, and 
headed home. All the while I was getting his tool out of his pants. When I 
had it out I got comfortable in my seat and began to console myself by 
loving it with my hands, and now and then kissing it's bald head. That, 
needless to say, was driving me insane. I listened to the music from the car 
radio, the horns from passing cars honking, and lay my head in his lap. I 
wiggled out of my panties, and his right hand jumped into my crotch to fire 
up my box, as if it wasn't already burning up. He added blue flames to the 
red, and I came out of my mini-cocktail dress. I was completely naked, 
holding Wade's cock while he fingered my clit. This was insane! Sunset 
Boulevard on a night like that? Waaahhhooo! 

I was creaming. I lay back and gapped my legs and thighs as far apart as I 
could get them, and wiggled my hips to encourage those wickedly hot fingers 
down there giving me such a good time. 

"I'm creaming, Wade!" I told him breathlessly. "Goddmanit, I'm cumming! 
Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Ooh, whee, I'm cumming! Aaaarrrggghhh! 
Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr!" 

"Come on, Baby!" Wade insisted. "Get on off for me! Get off a good one!" 

"I am I am! It's so good! It's so good to meeee! I'm still cumming! I'm 
still cummmiiinnnggg!" 

Wade's cock was throbbing mightily in my hands while I held it tightly. It 
was so good I had to do more to it than just hold on like that. I needed it 
in my mouth. 

I managed somehow to get my head in his lap and my cum-hungry mouth over the 
head of his sweet dick. The back of my head was about a half-inch from the 
steering wheel, but I didn't give a shit. I wanted cock and I had it. I 
licked the head and Wade stiffened up. I sucked the head and he began to 
twist a little. I knew it was good to him, because it was good to me. I had 
done some creaming, and was now insisting with my mouth that he give up that 
cream I hadn't had for the past two days. Oh, he'd fucked hell out of me, 
but kept his cream. I didn't mind. It was something I had gotten used to. 
But now I wanted to taste that hot, thick and delicious stuff, and he knew 
it. Therefore, he was going to let me get in while, driving down busy Sunset 
Boulevard. I don't think a thrill could have been more intense than the one 
I was enveloped in right then. Sucking dick in a car like that was a 
mountain of thrill piled upon top of each other, and the big one was yet to 
cum. 

I sucked vigorously on the big cock, taking more than half of it into my 
mouth and throat. I could hear Wade sighing from time to time because he was 
feeling his cream boiling in his balls and getting ready to erupt out of the 
head of his dick. 

"Ooh, goddamn. Baby,! he said. "Shit, you're sucking cock right now. I gotta 
give you some cum in a minute. I gotta ... give it to you!" 

"Ummmm!" I groaned , and went right on doing my cocksucking as expertly as I 
could in the car. 

I think it was the idea of doing that while riding up and down the busy 
boulevard is what made it so exciting, and extra thrilling. "Ummmm!" I 
moaned over the head of this throbbing dick that was getting ready to vomit. 
"Ummmm!" I sucked harder and faster, taking it all into my gullet. And when 
I did. Wade raised up, my head hit the steering wheel, and his dick went 
further into my throat than it had ever been. I creamed behind that action 
it felt so good. His dick was down in my throat entertaining my vocal cords 
I couldn't use for talkin, just moaning right then. "Ummmm! Ummmm!" 

Oh, his dick tasted and felt so goddamn good to me I wanted to bite the 
fucking head off and keep it for a night and day sucker. I gnawed at it with 
my teeth, and Wade started moving around in the seat once more, as if he was 
sitting on a hot piece of steel 

"Suck, Baby, suck!" he told me. "I'm gonna cum for you in a little bit!" 

I slipped my lips up and down the length of the hard prick faster and 
faster, harder ant: harder. Now he began to raise up and shove it down in my 
throat, because I was helpless The damned steering wheel was playing against 
me in a way. I wanted it all, but would have loved it better if I took it on 
my own, or he gave it to me. Not the damned steering wheel like that. But I 
wasn't going to complain. Wade was getting ready to give up that cum for me. 
His dick was not only throbbing right then, but growing, and I knew what 
that meant. 

"Ahhh! Gaaahhh!" he sounded off, and just then I felt that hot cream gush 
into my mouth. I had to swallow quickly in my position, or it would have 
eased out of my mouth and got on his suit trousers. "Unnnggghhh!" he cried, 
and all of that cream leaped into my mouth. Again I got it down as fast as I 
could. "Oooohhh, shhhiiittt! Good goddman Ahhh!" It was good to my baby. I 
had gotten his cream while he was driving, and I was buck naked, and we were 
just turning off Sunset Boulevard. "Ohhh, that was good," Wade told me. 

I was licking what few drops I had missed away. I licked and he trembled. I 
took my hands and milked it and a couple f o drops that were late came 
oozing out of his dick's canal in the center of the happy head. 

"We'll be home in a few minutes," he said sometime later. 

"I know," I sighed. 

"Just another block and we'll be there." 

I laughed. "Do you realize I've sucked your dick on Sunset Boulevard while 
you were driving the car?" 

"And what a head-job that was!" 

"And, my darling Wade, do you realize your bitchy little whore is naked? 
Buck naked!" 

"Darling, you're always naked. "Am I?" 

"You are." 

"But this is thrilling!" I laughed. "Waaahhhooo! Wait'll I tell Toby and 
Talia." 

"You can do that in ... just a minute." He was turning into our driveway. 
"We're home!" 

"Aren't you proud of me?" I said. "I creamed you like never before, huh?" 

"You sure in hell did." 

"It's something to think about, huh?" 

"No, my angel," he said, pulling up the emergency brake "It's something to 
do!" 

I held my clothes in front of me when we got out of the car. I could hear 
the music coming from the stereo in back. Wade had speakers all over the 
damned place, and it sounded sexily good. I knew Talia and Toby were having 
themselves a ball. We could tell from the music that was playing. Low down 
blues. The best music in the world to make love by. It's uninhibited, true 
and has deep, soul feelings. It will get you to your climax in a fucking 
good hurry, or you aren't human. 

The door was unlocked, the lights were on in the living room, but no one was 
there. Toby and Talia were out back playing their hot sex games in the 
middle of the green lawn on a mattress with sheets covering them. Both were 
naked, which was no big thing, because I had gotten accustomed to seeing 
them that way, and they sure in hell got their eyes filled with me the same. 
Talia was just sitting up on top of Toby, but stopped her movements as we 
walked out. 

"Hi, guys!" she said. "How was the Club?" 

"I bet it was great," said Toby, "until they got ants in their pants. 
Right?" 

"That's why she's stripped," laughed Talia. "And I bet she had some cream, 
too." 

"Got it while he was driving," I snickered. 

"Goddman!" exclaimed Talia, looking from me to Wade, "I bet that sure was 
good, wasn't it?" 

"Couldn't have been better," Wade said. "And my belly is very happy, thank 
you," I said. 

We were fortunate in many ways. We had a nice front lawn and a spacious 
backyard, and nobody could see us. So, being in the nude outside, 
particularly at night, wasn't going to get anyone other than us upset. And 
because it was during the sweltering summer, we were going to be doing this 
kind of loving a great deal. We had already started a few days before. 

"We got a big day ahead of us t morrow," Toby said, as Wade was getting 
undressed. 

"It's not going to interfere with me right now," Wade grinned. 

"Tell this fool like it is, Wade," Talia said. 

"Awww, shut up!" snapped Toby. "She's pissed. She was so greedy again ... 
she missed her cream!" 

"Right out of his prick into my belly," laughed Talia. "Shit. I wanted it 
bad, too. Ummm. I missed it." 

Wade and I sat down together on another mattress for a long moment. All we 
did was smile at one another softly-ever so softly. Then his hands came to 
me and took me in his embrace. I wanted what he wanted. I needed it, too. I 
needed my nipples pinched and my titties squeezed. He lay me back and took 
my breasts in his strong hands and squeezed. A billion stars in the sky 
winked at us, but I never saw them. I was too busy trying to explode a good 
hot orgasm. 

"That's it, Baby," I cooed. "Squeeze your bitch's tits! Ooh, shit that's so 
good. Wade. Pop the damned things open. Pop them open, Baby! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! 
Ooh! Ooh! Ohhh! Aggghhh! Ummmm! Ahhhhhnn! Uhhhnnn! Oooohhh, I'm gonna do it! 
Harder! Harderr! Aggghhh! Aggghhh!" I think he did it with all of his might, 
and my pussy hole sprung a leak! "Ahhh, I'm cumming! Ahhh!" 

I kissed his mouth. "Thank you. Baby," I told him. "That was a damned good 
one. You make me feel so good. You make me feel ... bitchy!" 

"You're my bitch, remember?" 

"You bet your sweet cock I am" I hugged him tightly. "Pinch nipples. Baby, 
pinch nipples." 

His mouth came into mine to collect my tongue. His fingers trapped my 
nipples and began to punish them with painful pleasure. While I trembled and 
creamed, I kissed him with the essence of my soul. I kissed him with the 
passion of my mind. I kissed him with the power of love. My cum-spasms were 
paramount right then he was pinching so good. The need for this was 
dominating me, but being satisfied. The thrill running through me was 
incredibly beautiful and intense. 

"Auuuggghhh!" I groaned when he turned me loose right in the middle of a new 
cum-spasm. "Auuuwwwhhh! Oooohhh, piiinnnccchhh! Piiinnnccchhh! Ooooooo! 
Oooowwweee! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

He immediately took my head in his hands and looked deep info my eyes, into 
my soul. My mouth was still formed into a cup that was filled with 
intoxication he could drink from. His mouth was intoxicating wine, and we 
both came after each other hungrily. We drank. We sipped. We sucked. He 
pinched I came. He kissed my nipples and I came again. I was going to stop, 
I was feeling too fucking good, and my nympho-masochism had taken over my 
mind. All I wanted to do was be hurt and to cum and keep on cumming until I 
had been burned to a crisp. 

"We've never danced, you and I," he whispered to me. "How about it?" 

"Why not." 

He rested his face against mine. I pushed my body tight against his. His 
hands came to my naked ass-cheeks and caressed them, making tiny little 
circles. I was feeling another cum-spasm instantly ready to explode me. I 
tightened my arms about his neck and offered him the full pleasure of my 
lips, mouth and tongue to enjoy while I boomed into orbit. "Ummm!" I groaned 
in his mouth as I felt the thrill shoot hotly through me, making me twitch 
and jerk and wiggle my ass lasciviously. "Ummm! UUUMMMmmm!" 

"You freakish little bitch," he lovingly called me. I was trembling against 
him. 

His educated hands came to my back to enjoy more pleasure of my naked flesh. 
Fires from all the worlds ignited me. My passionate smile overwhelmed him, 
as his eyes viewed my radiant beauty. I quivered all over again when his 
hands moved back down to my hips. I drew back my face and pushed a lock of 
hair over my shoulder and broadened my smile softly for his eyes. His lips 
brushed against mine. How enticing. How utterly tempting. Our lips together 
were warm and filled with the wine of desire, which was running rampantly 
through our bodies. 

As we clung to one another there was obvious deep passion on the face of the 
blazing hot sun, burning desire on the surface of the moon. His hot eyes 
were more torrid than the center of that sun. He kissed my lips, my full 
mouth, my neck, shoulders, ears, hair, the tip of my nose, and my mouth once 
again. His own mouth held a treasure of riches I'd come to love with all the 
strength of my being. I gave him all of the hot sweetness of my own mouth, 
and the excitement and pleasure it possessed. I held back nothing; not even 
a whimper. So intoxicating were his lips, so firm and hard was his strong 
body, he was sending me off into another world of blazing realities. 
Everything about us was perfection and naked provocativeness, stripped of 
all inhibitions, and possessing no restraints. Life, was no longer a dream 
world to me, nor was love. Love was life, and life was love. 

Kissing and embracing as we moved slowly in rhythm with the deep blues 
ballad that played kept me in a frenzy. Wade was going to have his way with 
my body that night. I just knew it. And he was so sweet and delicious, and I 
was pressing my body up to him as tight as I could. I had to have all of him 
this night. I didn't want tender lovemaking. I wanted savage sucking and 
fucking. I wanted him to pop my tits and my nipples, then drink the juice 
that flowed from them. I was getting hotter just thinking about it. I just 
knew the moment he loved my clit I was going to cum some more. Just one 
single touch from his hot fingers would send me on my way to the moon. My 
nipples were suffocating they were pressed so damned hard against his chest. 
They were so hard and thick with passion they threatened to pop wide open 
without him touching them. The fire in his body was burning them to a crisp, 
and spreading into my breasts, then got ready to burst in my chest. 

We stopped dancing; actually we were dry-fucking, and his hands left cold 
spots when they departed from my flesh. His left hand moved patiently 
between our lower bodies. My thighs automatically parted. My cunt was 
waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting! Then he found the little golden 
nugget and began to shine it. "Aggghhh, Wade, aggghhh!" I whimpered, then 
offered all of my cunt area to him while I continued to cum and cry 
ecstatically. "Auuuggghhh! Auuuuggghhh! Huuummm! Ooh, I'm cumming! I'm 
cumming! Arrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!" I was being dominated torridly by the 
increasing pleasure sent surging through me. "OOOHHHhhh! OOOHHHhhh! Oohhh! 
Ohhhhh! 

OOOHHHhhh! UUUUMMMmmm!" I whimpered away into nothing in the middle of the 
night, in the grasp of pure, naked ecstasy. 

He took my pouting mammaries in his hands and began to love them gently. His 
hands were always to me unlike any other pair of hands in the world. His 
hands were purposely designed to pleasure me and give me pleasure. He gently 
embraced my titties and made me jerk and twitch working my body up tighter 
and tighter against his, feeling his hard cock stabbing my belly. I moved in 
rhythm with his body. The rhythm of our bodies was a gentle to-and-from 
animation that constantly repeated itself passionately. Right then he was 
living in the softness of my titties that were aflame with love. He buried 
his face between them, then, as I wished, and obviously so did he, he mashed 
the cream out of them for me. "Auuuwww!" I cried. "Auuuwww! Mash, Baby, 
mash! Cream me! Cream me! Cream me! Cream me-e-e-e! Auuuwwwggghhh! 
Uuuuhhhggghhh!" 

As he mashed and squeezed, he also made me more hot with kisses upon my 
fainting nipples, sucked them, nibbled them, bit them and made me live in 
the fire until I burst into a holcaust. He continued to love my tits with 
his hands, fingers, lips and tongue, and kept me creaming for him, and I had 
to tell him how good it was to me. I had to say, "I'm creaming, Wade! Your 
bitch is creaming! You're creaming hell outta mm-meee! Auuuggghhh! 
Unnnggghhh! Oooooooo! Aaaawwwoooo!" The thrill paralyzed me with passion. My 
orgasm continued to explode from deep inside my pussy's hole and the fired 
up, red-hot tip of my whining clitoris. My knees were wobbly-my mind was in 
an erotic daze. My soul was in a sensual frenzy. "I'm still doing it. Wade! 
I'm ... still ... creaming! I'm still ... creaming! I ... can't stop! I ... 
can stop! Auuuggghhh! I can't stop creaming! Wooouuueeeaaahhh! 
Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh!" 

Wade Saxton was my master. I was his passionately tortured slave; the slave 
of passion that he brought upon all of my flesh and ejected into it. I was a 
slave to the need of his loving, to his hot hands, his hot mouth, his 
devilish tongue that went on tormenting me in the holocaust he had me buried 
deep within. The impetus of desire was guiding the impenitent bitch in me. 
And I kept right on creaming for my lover. "Ooh, Wade, baby, ooh! Ooh! Ooh! 
Ooh Oooooooh! Ohhhhh! Goddamn, I'm cumming so much! Ooh, shit, I'm cumming! 
Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh! Yaahh! Yaaaiiieee! Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh! Uuuummm!" 

Finally at long last he lay me down on the mattress. And I knew all I was 
going to get now as pure pleasure and naked rapture. He lovingly kissed my 
flesh with his hot mouth, and together we got inside of ecstasy and closed 
the door. The sensation we were currently actuating one unto the other was 
drawing us closer and closer to an eternity I had never visited before. 
There, we would combine all the pleasure we were creating now with whatever 
we made for each other then, and we would hotly weave ourselves together in 
that torrid pleasure, and achieve the apex of sexual joy, rapture, and 
ecstasy all at once. 

We were silent for the moment, busy kissing and loving each other. Then my 
outcries and the music filled the night together. The reason for this is his 
hands and lips suddenly went all over me and I exploded. He left nothing 
untouched, and it was the exact moment his tongue touched my live clit that 
the explosion occurred. Ooh, shit, now his tongue was pressing hard against 
my clitoris, and felt like a red-hot stiletto burning into my senses, 
driving me out of my mind. "AWWW! AWWW! AWWWOOOooo! AWWW WADE! AWWWooo!" I 
was clinging to him in the thick passion he covered me with, made pervade 
me, turning my blood into lava, and sizzling my flesh to a crisp. I was 
fighting this passion to no avail, for there was no winning for me, and 
certainly no escape route. "AAAAIIIEEEeee!" He gave my clit a stroke with 
his tongue. 

"WOOOUUUWWWEEE!" He gave my pussy hole and all a heart attack it probably 
would never recover from. "AAAGGGHHH!" He just gave my buttocks high blood 
pressure. "AAAWWW! AWWWWW! I was still having one orgasmic pleasure after 
another, and all of my organs and glands were creaming for my lover. 

Then, there on the mattress beneath a small canopy of twinkling stars worlds 
away, surrounded by music, he put his big dick into my screaming pussy hole 
the way I wanted him to. He just up and shoved the entire length of it all 
the way to the bottom of my womb. "UUUUUHHHGGGggr Giant orgasms came from 
all over me, inside and out and exploded-deep inside my cunt and the tip of 
my clit. "UUUUUHHHnnn!" I screamed in ecstasy as the orgasms exploded and 
ecstasy attacked me. I was vibrating desperately as I went off, over and 
over again. My God, his writhing was like poetry. Every moment had its very 
own meaning, giving me it's special kind of sensation. He had taken my body, 
my mind and now he was out to capture my soul. I whimpered, cried and 
moaned. "Uuuummmppphhh! Uuuummmppphhh! Uuuunnnggghhh! 

Ummm! Hhhhuuummm! HHHuuuhhh! Aaaahhhnnn!" 

The thrills continued to explode like artillery inside me. My sounds of 
ecstatic gratitude, my moans, my groans, my cursing and my praying were all 
part of the night, like the air, the aroma of the flowers, the brief 
moonlight, the sounds of automobiles passing millions of miles away. I 
jerked. "AWWWOOO!" I twisted "AAAIIIEEEeee!" And the fire kept on burning 
deeper and deeper into my being. Then it got so good, and I was caught up in 
a flurry of intense cum-spasms I couldn't cope with, I fainted. I came 
myself right out of this fucking world! Sorry. Wade fucked me right out of 
the world, my mind, and everything else I belonged to and belonged to me. 

I awakened with orgasms still exploding inside me, and Wade slightly smiling 
into my face. I had forgotten my name, who I was, where I was, what I was 
doing and who was making me do it. Then I sighed submissively, calling my 
lover's sweet name. "Wade! Wade!" He had laid me that night like a perfect 
bitch, and I wasn't the only one happy; he was one happy bastard himself. 

I was still out in no-man's land when I sat up and managed somehow to say, 
"I'm sorry. 

I apologize. I don't ... know ... what in hell happened!" 

"You passed out," he told me. "Are you okay?" 

"Er, huh," I blushed. "I think so." 

"I want you to be sure," ' eh told me. "Stand up." 

My knees were like rubber. "Shit!" I blushingly smiled. "What ... what'd you 
do to me?" 

"Knocked your freakish butt out!" Talia laughed. "I knew it from the very 
beginning." 

"So what?" I said. "You're not doing bad." 

"Riding my stallion," she told me, as she moved her hips up and down over 
Toby's body, with his rod going in and out of her slippery pussy hole. 

"Let's go inside," Wade said. "Wash your face and get your equilibrium 
back." 

"For what?" I grinned. "Just to have you take it away from me again?" 

"At least I'll have something to take away," he told me. 

"Okay, you good dick bastard." 

Shit! Waaahhhooo! I was going to get more. Wade knew it was not just what I 
wanted, but what I needed. I was his freak. I was his whore. I was his bitch 
that was always in heat for him. But we were each other's satisfaction. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

While I was taking a cool shower to bring my mind back, Talia and Toby came 
inside to continue their fun and games. I could hear them in the living room 
getting it on. They didn't waste any time getting into their new act. It was 
something none of us but Wade seemed to be able to control. 

For instance; when I finished my shower and dried off, I put on my pink robe 
and switched into our bedroom. Wade immediately took me in his arms and 
planted apologizing kisses all over my face. Then, like never before in his 
life when he approached this moment, his strong hands were ever so patient, 
ever so gently, as he removed the robe from my body. I don't know why I 
bothered to put the damned thing on in the first place. He turned it loose 
and it descended rapildy to the carpet on the floor. Now, yours truly, stood 
before Mister Saxton completely naked. Right then, I was positive he was 
everything in the world a woman could ever hope to have. And I wanted to be 
everything in the world to him. His big hands, his mouth, his body would be 
my sensual body's excitement for as long as he wished. 

"You look so juicy," he told me. "You look edible, so damned enticing, but 
poignant. I wish I could swallow you whole!" 

His words were special fertilizer for the joy within me. One sprout brought 
on another, and another, filling me with intoxicating bliss that nearly 
burst my capacity for acceptance, and caused me to feel more like surrender 
than I did before. As we passionately kissed, and massaged one another's 
tongue so excitingly, I knew I could not afford to allow any of this great 
pleasure to escape. He could feel my body melting for the man in him, and he 
was in quest for the bitch in me. We were both swimming in a pool of hot 
provocation, and I was getting off like I wanted to. "Uuuummm!" I hummed 
into his mouth as my orgasm exploded me. "Uuuummm! UUUMMMmmm! UUUMMMmmm!" 

Now his hot eyes embraced me and his hands stole my quivering titties into 
their sweaty palms, while his lips seized mine. He began to gently squeeze 
them, and I went limp under the spell of hot passion that rumbled through 
me. "Ahhhnnn, Wade, ahhhnnn, harder, baby, harderrr! Do it real hard! Burst 
'em! Please burst 'urn!" He got a good grip and with all of his strength he 
gave them one helluva manly squeeze that sent my mind into an orgasmic 
frenzy and my soul into an inferno of passion. "Aggghhh, yeeesss! Aggghhh! 
Aggghhh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Wooouuuwwweee! 
Yaaahhh! It's so good to me! I feel so good! I feel so goddamn goooddd!" 

I laced my fingers behind his neck, and lifted my face and smiled wantonly 
into his eyes. His eyes were so bright I could see my own passion in them. I 
wanted all of him. I was hungry for all of him. And from the way he was 
squeezing my tits, he was loving it like never before. I wiggled my hips 
lasciviously for him, pushing my innocent titties harder into the crushing 
hands that had set them on fire, and that fire was burning all of me from 
head to toe. My nipples were pulsating and my clitoris was throbbing while 
my pussy hole vomited up more orgasms that made my entire body quiver. 

His hands let my happy titties go free for a moment, while his fingers took 
possession of my jealous nipples. He pressed his body firmly against mine. I 
sighed. He sighed. Then I creamed for him when his fingers clamped down upon 
my nipples. "Ahhh, goddamn, I'm gonna cum right now! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! 
Ahhhnnn! Do it to me! Cream me! Cream your freakish bitch! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

"Love it?" he inquired. 

I had my head held back, my eyes closed, and I was wiggling my hips to try 
to cool the fire between my thighs. 

"Uh, huuuuhhh!" I moaned. "Uuuuhhh, huuuhhh! I love it sooo mm-muuuccchh! 
Ummm! Ummm! UUUMMM!" 

There was such ecstasy in my voice, one not seeing us, but hearing me, was 
bound to think Wade was eating me up or fucking my cunt deep and hard with 
his kingly cock. And we had not even began to get started in that direction. 
Preparations were just beginning. 

He touched my lips with his so softly, ever so softly, then ran the tip of 
his tongue between them as if gathering in much desired honey, or the nectar 
I had prepared for him. My sweet lips opened, and he came in after my tongue 
with his entire mouth as if it were a life-saving serum he had to have or he 
would die without. At the same time he was really going to pop my nipples if 
he contined to go on pinching them as hard as he was. "Ahhh, MY GOD THAT'S 
SO GOOODDDddd! AAARRRHHHGGG! UUUNNNGGGHHH! GGGAAARRR! HHHUUUMMM!" 

We were only teasing one another with tender caresses and painful thrills 
when we should have been sucking or fucking. But he was creaming me so good, 
and enjoying it, we need not hurry along. We had plenty of time for other 
things. "Ahhh, Wade, ahhh! I'm summing like a freak! Pinch , baby, pinch! 
Pinch harder! Harderrr! Ahhh! Ummm mm! 

Now we lay on the bed together. As strong and as powerful as his hands were, 
they traveled like a feather over my dainty and delicate flesh. I played 
with his hair. I made love to every strand I touched. I moved my hands into 
his crotch and let one enjoy his hard cock while the other played with his 
heavy sac. His left hand moved into my crotch, his fingertips loved the long 
black public hiars before they parted my vulva. I gapped my legs and thighs 
wide open for him, and my naked pussy embraced two of his fingers. 

"I love you," I told him, working my hips up to the exciting fingers. 

"And I love you," he said, and thrust them all the way into my pussy hole to 
cream me. 

"Ooh, goddamn!" I exclaimed, twisting my head from side to side. "I'm gonna 
cream! I'm gonna cream! " I held his cock with all my strength. I gripped 
his balls with all my might. I brought my hips up off the bed and worked 
them around in wide circles to get off a good fingerfucking cum-spasm. 
"Aiiieee! Aiiieee! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Ummm! Ummm! Ummm! Ummmmmm! 
Auuuggghhh! Auuuggghhh! Oooh, it's so good to me! It's so good! I'm gonna 
... cum ... right ... Aggghhh, I'm cumming, I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg! 
Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

He wanted to keep me creaming and moaning and groaning because he loved that 
erotic sound. And the way he was fingering me he as going to drive me mad! 
When he ever got around to stabbing me with his great cock he would send me 
into oblivion forever, somewhere on the other side of eternity, far away 
from infinity, where only dying thrills lived. 

His right hand came to my left tit, and his fingers moved over it gently, 
but effectively, until they were collecting my panting nipple. He took it 
between his fingers and worked it around for a few seconds. I think the idea 
of pinching the damned thing got to him. He looked me in my watery eyes 
before he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger. I closed my 
eyes just as he pinched the cream out of it. "Ooh, shit!" I said. "Pinch, 
Baby, pinch! Cream me again! Harderrrr! Harderrrr!" His wild left hand was 
creaming me from my pussy and his right hand was creaming me from my nipple, 
and all of that good feeling erupted from deep inside my pussy hole and shot 
through my entire body like a volt of electricity. "Ahhh, God, I'm 
cummiiinnnggg! Wade! I'm cummiiinnnggg! Uhhhnnnggg! Uhhhnnnggg! Uhhhnnnggg! 
Cream me! Cream-mm-meeee!" 

Wade Saxton wanted to take my mind away from me. His left hand ascended from 
my boiling pussy up over my naked belly, traveling over the most delicate 
areas beneath my mammaries until it was caressing my right tittie. The 
desire to have him crush both at once dominated me. Either that or pop my 
nipples wide open. But he wanted to see how much heat he could make me live 
in before I was burned to a crisp. He wanted to see how many times he could 
make me cry out with orgasmic spasms vomiting from my pussy before I passed 
out again. He was going to cream me into cream, make me cry and moan and 
curse and pray at the same time. He wanted to see my lovely body strangled 
to death by the hot embrace of ecstasy, and my beautiful face distorted by 
the agony of this ecstasy I would not be able to control. He wanted me to 
really crawl out of my skin and drag my mind along with me. And I wanted it 
to be something I had not experienced with him at the time, and would 
un-likely ever experience ever again with anyone. 

He went wild over my titties. He watched my face as rapture and pleasure 
completely dominated me, and distorted it. His seeing me seeing him seeing 
me was tremendously effective, and evoked a different kind of pleasure of 
us. And now his fingers came back to my nipples and began to pinch. Pleasure 
lifted me up from th bed and held me in midair somewhere on the other side 
of a hot paradise. I squealed at the top of my lungs as I felt my orgasms 
come in spasms. "Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh! Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh! I'm ... er ... 
creaming, Wade! I'm c-c-creaming! Suck ... my tongue for me, Baby! Suck it, 
please Wade!" 

As he bent over to take my tongue between his lips, he rendered me powerless 
on a fiery frenzy I could not help but to give in to. He got my nipples in 
his big hands and tried to burst them. Never before had he squashed them 
with such tremendous power as he was doing so beautifully right then. They 
were going to pop open any second. "Burst them!" I cried in ecstasy. "Burst 
them!" I craved that feeling. I prayed they would pop open. I wanted to know 
what it was like. He had to do it for me. "Do it! Burst them, Wade! Burst 
them open! Ohhh, my God please burst them for me! Please, Wade! Oh, my God, 
please do it! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Ahhhnnn! Unnnggghhh! 
Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

His lips silenced my cries, and I strained my tongue into his mouth. He 
sucked hungrily upon the flesh I was abundantly giving him. My God, he was 
starved for it. I was his helpless captive giving and receiving the apex of 
erotic pleasures. My flesh was drowning in it. My mind was barely able to 
stay afloat. My body was trembling. The hair around my pussy hole was being 
burned to a crisp, while the juice inside was bubbling over. I could hear 
the blood in my veins as it rushed through me. I could feel my rectum 
closing and opening, getting tight enough at times to cut the head right off 
a nail. 

He gently moved between my thighs and shoved his rod into my jism-filled 
pussy hole big and hard until he completely filled me up with it. I was 
comming already, and rocking the room with my devilish outcries. "FUCK ME 
BABY, FUCK YOUR BITCH! GET THAT GOOD PUSSY! IT'S ALL YOURS! GET IT! GET THAT 
PUSSY! OOH SHIT GET IT BABY GET IT!" He knew I was riding pleasure with 
pleasure into the opening jaws of more pleasure to be totally consumed and 
devoured and fucked away into oblivion for all time. We were intertwined. We 
were" twisting. We were jerking. We were giving and receiving, taking and 
making more pleasure with each movement we made. "Fuck me. Wade! Fuck your 
goddman bitch to death! Get all of her pussy! Cream her to death! Cream her 
to hell!" I was feeding his masculine ego with my outcries while the 
pleasure he gave me drowned my body. My sensations grew as I climaxed and my 
pussy spasms became more and more intense. The more my pleasures grew, the 
more it prevailed and intensified. I was living in a liquid fire, dying in a 
solid blaze, and loving him with all of my soul. 

I found his mouth somewhere near mine and pressed mine against it. He drew 
my tongue into his as if he were collecting honey. He could obviously tell 
from the way I was scratching him and my body was vibrating I was having my 
share of pleasure, and trying my best of make him give me his cream. I knew 
it wasn't going to be much longer before he gave it up. I could feel his 
body moving more rapidly, and his cock stabbing hell out of the bottom of my 
pussy hole. When I felt him trembling, on his mark, set and ready to go, his 
cock tried to plunge through my bottom pussy, and while it didn't, his cream 
did. 

"Gaaahhhrrr!" he cried. "I'm cumming, bitch!" 

"Cum, you sweet dick bastard!" 

"I'm cumming, bitch! I'm cummiiinnnggg! Arrrggghhh!" 

'I'm cumming with you! I'm cumming with you! Aaaarrrggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh! 
Unnnggghhh! Uuuuhhhnnn! Ahhhnnn! OoooHHHRRRrrr!" 

I screamed and continued to explode. The giant cock was pumping cream into 
my pussy's bottom area, and the sensation in my body had me caught in a web 
of torrid pleasure that enervated me completely. How pleasurable it was to 
have enjoyed this great work of art performed by my master, a master of this 
art. We had struggled desperately to give satisfaction to one another. Our 
bodies and minds had labored unselfishly in this endeavor. Now, perspiration 
was all that was left covering our flesh as we lay side by side still 
engaged. But we had tripped away to other worlds and did not care or know 
about anything else. We had walked through the blazing depths of intense 
passion into a world of ultimate fulfillment and profound satisfaction. We 
had crossed over the universe in those brief moments; ascended far beyond 
the earth, the planets, the stars, even the worlds beyond where there were 
no worlds, just us and our pleasure. 

"Sleep, now, my darling little bitch. When we awaken we shall still be as 
one! I love you ... bitch I LOVE YOU!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

I've been skipping around as you probably know by now, telling you all of 
the juicy parts of my romance with Wade, and our friendship with the Simm 
couple. But I never got around to telling you two important things that fit 
into the story I have told you thus far. I haven't told you how it was when 
we went for a weekend vacation that first week and got arrested. And, I 
haven't told you what it was like getting goosed up my ass the first time by 
Mister Saxton and his kingly cock. 

As for the arrest, it happened north just past Camp Roberts, California, in 
some little dump called, Bristol. I had never heard of the damned place 
before. 

We were driving along, singing and having ourselves a real ball. I was being 
creamed while Wade played with my pussy and my tittie nipples, and I played 
with his throbbing cock. Talia was in the back getting it on the right way; 
riding Toby's cock while everything else happened. 

We passed a Highway Patrolman, waved at him, and he took off after us. The 
siren made us stop enjoying ourselves and get back into our clothes 
properly. So, when Wade had pulled off to the side of the road and the 
copper pulled up along side of us, we were descent. But he wasn't. The man 
had out his .357 Magnum, and my clitoris sought refuge up inside my 
trembling pussy's hole. The cop was not kidding. He was in quest of 
something or someone, or perhaps both, and we were perfect for whatever it 
was right then. 

"Get out one at a time," the nervous officer ordered, then pointed the gun 
directly at Wade's chest. "You ... driver ... get out first. Slow ... but 
slowly and carefully." 

Wade held both hands where the cop could see them, and did exactly as he 
advised. He opened the door carefully and slowly and stepped out with his 
hands up over his head. Toby was next to obey, then it was my turn. By then 
four other cops cars were skidding to a halt on the gravel along the side of 
the highway. All of the officers got out with their weapons drawn. Talia was 
just getting out of the car at the time, and nearly in tears. I could not 
blame her. I was already crying. 

A couple of plain clothes detectives took a look at us and nodded his head 
to the Highway Patrolman that had 'captured' us. 

"Looks like 'em," he said. "Check their I.D., fellas." 

Apparently they had never heard of any kind of martial arts up that way, or 
at least the dumb as cops holding guns on us had not. 

"We gofer Wade Saxton here," one of the officers said, looking at Wade's 
driver's license. 

"A Toby Simms, here," another officer said. 

"Can't pronounce this one's last name," said the officers with my 
identification. 

"This one must be the wife of the Simms fella," another cop said, looking at 
Toby's driver's license. 

"This Saxton fella's got some L.A.P.D. identification on him," said an 
officer. "Sheriffs Department, too. You a lawman, Mister Saxton?" 

"I teach at the Police Academy," Wade said. "Also the Sheriffs. I run a 
martial art's academy and a magazine. Right now we're just out having a 
little fun. So, what's the charges?" 

"Gotta complaint about you people," one of the plain clothes officers said. 
"You don't have to tell us about it. I'll give you your rights, then you can 
do whatever you think is smart." 

They gave each one of us our rights, then asked if we wanted to tell them 
what we were doing in the department store back in town. Wade chuckled, but 
one of the dicks said it wasn't a laughing matter. It was serious. The place 
had been robbed a few weeks before by three people, possibly four. The 
fourth one could have been in a getaway car. 

"Then we have nothing more to say at this time," Wade told them, and they 
herded us off to jail. 

Handcuffed, they put Talia and me in one car. Wade and Toby in separate 
cars, and impounded our car. 

The only things they took from us girls were our handbags, otherwise we were 
able to take make-up along with us, and keep our shoes. But they took Wade's 
and Toby's belts away from then, their shoes, too. And I began to live 
through my first real nightmare. That came when the dike bitch closed the 
door to my cell. I was in a cage like an animal, and I hadn't a fucking 
thing. 

I told myself not to cry; and it would be alright. There was a mistake, and 
as soon as they found it out they would let us go. I sat down on the side of 
the iron cot in the cell and drew in a deep sigh. But as soon as I got sort 
of comfortable, and used to the idea of being locked up, believing I would 
go free any moment, they came and got me. 

"What for?" I asked the dike matron named Bobbie Clements. 

"Line up, baby," she told me. "Some folks wanta look at'cha. Can't blame 
'urn. You sho' is pretty. God! Are those your real tits?" 

"Yeah," I said, and walked out of the cell. 

The others were coming into this area that looked like a small stage. Bright 
lights shined down into our faces preventing us from seeing those pointing 
the finger at us. We all kinda smiled at one another. 

"Turn to the left," a voice ordered us, and we all turned to our lefts. 

"That's good," the voice said. "Now, turn to your lefts again." We obeyed. 

"One more time," the voice ordered, and we obeyed. 

We could hear mumbling, but was incomprehensible. We all knew whoever it was 
was saying we were the ones back at the department store. So what? We were 
there, but not to rob the damned place. We had no guns. We only went in 
looking for some blouses Talia and I saw in the window. I was glad they 
didn't have our size, or we would have bought them. 

"Alright," said the voice. "Face the front." 

Staring into those bright lights wasn't doing my eyes any good, I can tell 
you that much. Every tine I held my head down, somebody told me to look up. 
I did, but felt my eyes burning, the light was so bright. 

"Take um back," the voice said. 

Sure. Take us back. For what? 

Ten minutes later I was sitting in a fat dick's office, with his roving 
brown eyes trying to snatch my nipples off my tits. He asked me everything 
but when I was going to die. I guess he would have asked me that if he had 
thought of it. I only said yes or no, but mostly just kept my mouth shut and 
didn't say anything. 

"Got no real cause to keep on holding yah," he told me when he finished 
questioning me. "Still got them complaints. You and your friends ... what 
were yah doing so close to that there cash box in the store?" 

"We never saw any cash box," I said. 

"Ummm," he nodded. "Between all of yah, you had over a thousand bucks. Lot 
of money. Worked for it, I guess." 

"No," I said. "My lover gave it to me." 

"Ummm. Which one is yah lover, pretty gal?" 

"The pretty man." 

"Ummm. The one that teaches them there L.A. cops ... karate?" 

"Kenpo." 

"What's ... kenpo?" 

"Sophisticated methods of self-defense. "He grinned. "You gits belts and all 
that, huh?" 

"That's right." 

"You gotta belt?" 

"Brown. First brown." 

"Ummm. That means you knows a lot, huh?" 

"Enough. But I'll be a Black Belt in a short while." 

"That there fella you going with ... he's got seven, huh?" 

"He's a Seventh Degree Kenpo Black Belt." 

"Ohhh. Seventh Degree. That good, huh?" 

"He's the best there is or has ever been and will ever be." 

"Good in bed?" the fat creep grinned, then took another look at my tits. 

"The best," I said. 

"Betcha he got a big 'un, ain't he?" 

"Big and long and he knows how to use it." 

"Er, he ever do anything else to yah?" 

"Whatever he wants to do ... whenever and wherever." 

He stood up and walked around in front of the desk and sat his big, wide ass 
on it. He bent over slightly and got a good look at my heaving titties. He 
was tasting them without even touching. 

"Make you a deal, little lady," he said. "You, er, let me have 'er feel of 
them there good looking titties ... and I'll say you is okay. Okay?" 

"Not on your life,!" I exclaimed. 

"Can't stop me if I wanta do it, you know." 

I stood up. "Try and see what happens." 

He laughed. "I done forgot. You're a Brown Belt in that ... that Kenpo 
stuff." He shook his head. "Naw I ain't gonna try nothin' You'd probably 
bust my balls, now wouldn't yah?" 

"I don't think you have any." 

He made an ugly face. "I'll have the matron take yah back to yah cell ... 
bitch. Snooty bitch!" 

Later that evening as it was getting dark I was brought my dinner. 
Obviously, because it was one of those frozen T.V. type dinners nice and 
hot, they didn't have a kitchen in the damned place. I was hungry, but 
barely tasted the food. I did drink the cup of milk they gave me, then tried 
to get some sleep. 

It must have been around two-thirty in the morning when another dike named 
Pat Dixon came to my cell. She was with another dike. Both were smiling, and 
I figured it had to be good news. It just had to be. The waiting was killing 
me, not to mention all else I had to encounter. 

I had been thinking I would miss my nightly dicking; especially the 
long-dicking and the deep-fucking. The nipple pinching, the tittie 
squeezing, the good pussy sucking, my excellent cocksucking of Wade's kingly 
joint, his sweet cream.... 

"Okay, cutie-pie," Pat Dixon said. "You're getting out!" 

"Oh, thank Heaven!" I exclaimed, and hustled into my slacks, my see-through 
blouse and stepped into my low cut shoes. "My friends, too?" 

"I don't know about the fellas," said Pat Dixon. "But the girl named Talia 
Simms is being cut loose." 

"Cut loose, did you say?" 

"Yep." They both smiled for me. 

"No charges, huh?" 

"No charges," said the other dike. "Seems we've been holding some genteel 
citizens the county of Los Angeles holds in the highest esteem. 

I guess I was grinning all over. Not just my face, but my hair, teeth, eyes, 
skin, organs, guts, even my shit, my mouth, my pussy hole and my butthole 
that was going to get it. 

"Right on!" I exclaimed cheerfully. "Right on!" 

Pat Dixon unlocked my cell gate while I stood there before the little mirror 
putting lipstick on my lips Wade was going to be suck off the moment we came 
together. I had to smile when I thought about it. 

At last the dark shadows of loneliness were beginning to clear away. It 
seemed that I had been locked up inside the well of loneliness for an 
eternity. There had been no escape only through my imagination. Although the 
imagination was still going on at the moment, I could feel the enormous 
reality about to make it's appearance before me. I sensed the taste of my 
lover's lips upon mine, deep within my mouth, warm and intoxicating. I 
sensed the feel of his hard, masculine boyd engulfing me like a mile of 
zephyr cloth. I sensed his hands bursting my titties, his fingers pinching 
blood and cream out of nipples. I sensed my hands caressing his golden 
flesh. I was made to wonder what he would want first? What did he want most? 
What would be our greatest desire? 

Well, if he wanted milk, the proper thing for him to do would be consult a 
cow. If he wanted, he should check a butcher shop. If it was honey he 
wanted, he should check on the bees. If it was music he wanted, he could 
listen to a radio or the birds. If it was physical pain he wanted removed, 
he should consult a doctor. If it was light he wanted, there was the sun and 
the moon and the stars. But, if it was loving he wanted, he could look to 
me. Nothing gave song like a song-bird, or light like the sun, moon and 
stars. Ant certainly no one could give him love like his wanton bitch. 

Yes, I could feel that only in a few minutes I would be in Wade's arms, in 
his fervid embrace. The dark shadows that had embraced me during the night 
thus far were fading into oblivion, and I could see the beautiful sunshine 
of pleasure. Seeing, Wade, begin with him would give me total brightness, 
for he was my sun, my moon, my stars, my everything. 

"Let's go, cutie-pie," Pat Dixon said. 

I walked out of hell, but I was still in jail. My God, how long did it take 
to walk down one flight of stairs? An eternity? Time, you devil, you have 
always annoyed me for one reason or another, but why now? 

We walked, it seemed all over the damned jail. The reason being, my mind was 
traveling all over it, trying to find Wade and make love to him. I needed 
that man so badly. I needed his big, beautiful cock shoved up my cum-happy 
pussy hole, down in my throat, or, as he promised, up my butthole. That was 
going to be a joy I hadn't experienced with him thus far. I was going to 
take all of that juicy, hard hunk of meat all the way up inside my guts. I 
was going to feel his balls banging against my ass-cheeks, and most of all, 
his cream jumping into my guts. Oh, I was going to do some terrific creaming 
while he was enjoying my quivering anus. I was going to cream from the 
moment he broke in until I felt his cream jump out of the head of his big 
dick. Oh, what a sensation to look forward to being a reality. Not only 
that, but I would probably get deep-fucked and long-dicked in my pussy hole 
before he got to the rear one. I wanted to eat his cream, too. Shit, I 
wanted it all. I would get it all, too. 

We finally made it down the flight of stairs. I saw Talia and my heart 
cheered: "Talia!" 

"She whirled. "Yo-Yo!" 

We embraced as if we hadn't seen each other for years. We clung to one 
another with all of our emotions. There was nothing like being free. Sure, 
sex was terrific, but not if you're me and you're behind bars and can't get 
it the way Wade gave it to me. 

"Gonna fix up your man probably," smiled Pat Dixon. 

"As soon as possible," I told her. 

"Well," she grinned, "you'd better get your things and get going. If I know 
men, he's pretty anxious to get to you about now. Can't say that I blame 
him. 

"The fellas are on the north side," a deputy told me as I was getting my 
handbag. I signed for it, told him, "Thank you," grabbed Talia by the hand, 
"Let's go, girl!" And we cut out as fast as we could. 

The officer was wrong. Wade and Toby were standing at the bottom of the 
stairs. Even so, they seemed to be a billion miles away from us. My God, I 
would never get to him in this world. I would be old and wrinkled when I 
did. 

They say it's dangerous to run down steps or stairs. So, we flew! There was 
going to be good loving, nipple-pinching, breast-squeezing, butt fucking, 
and mouth-sucking before too long. The idea had me wrestling with a giant 
orgasm when I came into Wade's arms, and it exploded when his lips seized 
mine. We were on our way to cum-heaven! 

But not so fast. Jeezz, they had the car towed to some dinky, little garage, 
and we had to get a written statement from the Police Department before the 
car could be released. By then it was almost daylight. But we weren't about 
to hang around Bristol another second. Hell, no! We split! 

The long wait was over with. The long night of agony, loneliness and 
frustration and sexual starvation had come to an end. Talia did not waste 
time getting Toby's stem into her greedy, hot mouth. They were in the back 
seat getting it on while Wade drove, and I sat close to him as I could get 
without getting into his lap. I wanted him so badly I could taste him. He 
gave my left tittie nipple a decent pinch and smiled. 

"We're on our way back, Baby," he said, and I cuddled up closer to him. 

"And not any too soon," I sighed. 

"Lousy ass town," Wade grumbled. 

"Ummm!" Talia groaned over Toby's cock. 

I was jealous, needless to say, among other things. But at least my cunt was 
no longer feeling empty and dry, although it was dreaming when it should 
have been enjoying. However, there was life once again between my thighs. I 
knew it because my clitoris was beginning to twitch and itch. Then.... 

"Ahhh, honey!" Toby was yelling and getting his rocks off "Ohhh, shit! 
Goddamn! Talia, baby, I'm ... gonna ... Gaaaahhh! I'm cumming, bitch! 
Unnnggghhh! 

Aaaarrrggghhh! Ummm! Ummmmm! Whew! Shit! Oooohhh!" 

Then I could hear Talia gulping, UUUGGGHHH!" and I knew she was having her 
kind of pleasure as well as Toby was having his. She was feasting on last 
night's cum she had missnd; it was her goddman breakfast that morning. Mine 
was still in Wade's balls. 

"What the hell happened, Wade?" I asked, trying to keep my mind off 
lovemaking. (Was that possible?) 

"Ahh, the place was hit and we kind fitted the description of the group that 
did it, he told me. "I talked a long time with the lieutenant. There were 
two girls with a guy, only he was figured to be a Mexican. So were the 
girls; at least one of them. I'm dark, you're dark, and although Talia's a 
blonde, she's got such a deep tan ... she could pass for a Chicano. 
Particularly if you just happen to be in a place they don't like dark races 
of any kind. I told the lieutenant if they knew I was half-Comanche they 
would probably hang us all. He kinda laughed, then he asked me if I really 
was. I told him not only was I, but damned proud to be. 

"But they checked us out, huh?" 

"Fuck harder, Toby!" Talia complained. She was getting her rump goosed right 
then. "Harder, Baby! Get all that ass this morning! 

Ooh, shit, I need this so bad...." ... "Er, yeah," Wade answered me. They 
did all kinds of checking and rechecking. Takes time to make all of those 
checks, you know. L.A.P.D. and the Sheriffs Department was pissed like a 
sonofabitch." 

"Did they relate the fact that you teach at the academy and in private 
sessions with policemen and deputies?" 

"Get me off, Toby, Baby!" Talia yelled out. "Get me off! Ohhh, shit, I'm 
gonna do it! I'm gonna cream...." 

"Then shut up!" I turned around and snapped.. Toby was pinching her nipples 
so good right then while he goosed her butthole, I felt like it was going to 
make me cum.! 

I fell asleep holding onto Wade's joint. I wouldn't let go of that sweet 
rod, not even in my sleep. It would have been a sin against our perverted 
desires if I had. And since we had been together, we had not committed such 
a sin. 

I didn't dream anything I could remember. I just felt happy and alive. 
That's really all anyone would want to feel. Many are not as fortunate as 
lil ole me. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The next thing I knew. Wade was pulling up into the parking lot of a hotel 
in San Jose. From what he had told me we were going to be doing the next 
time we were intimate, I couldn't bring myself to fancy the idea of getting 
my rear-end cherry popped in a hotel, even in a nice one like the one I was 
staring at right then. 

We all piled out of the car and Wade locked it. We strolled sleepily through 
the lobby up to the desk. 

I never had lived a lot of things until I met Wade; living or even staying 
in a hotel room with a man was one of those things. I imagined unless our 
room was sound-proof, everyone in the hotel would hear me scream when Wade 
stabbed my in me butthole with his giant cock. I felt kind of embarrassed 
just thinking about it. I would come down later on walking a little strange, 
and they would all laugh at me, knowing what had happened. The men would all 
look at my rear and shake their heads with envy, wishing it was them that 
had popped me in it. And the women would all wish it had been them, unless 
they knew what it was all about. 

The gray-headed man with thick-rimmed glasses sitting on top of his nose 
grinned from behind the desk as we stepped in front of it. He knew we 
weren't married. That also made me feel embarrassed. I wasn't as uninhibited 
as I thout I was in those days. 

"Morning," said the clerk friendly. 

"Hope you have a couple of rooms for four tired travelers," Wade said. 

"Got one double," said the clerk. "And that's it." 

"Two beds?" asked Toby. 

"Two double beds," smiled the clerk. 

"We'll take it," Wade said, and fished out the fee for the night. 

The room was on the fourth floor, number four-twenty six, at the south 
corner overlooking the rapidly growing city of San Jose. A Mexican bellboy 
showed us the room. It was beautiful, spacious and comfortable looking. 
There were two large beds, too. And it was going to happen in one of them. I 
mean, I was going to get goosed in my rump in one. But again I didn't fancy 
it happening in the presence of two old-timers at the game like Toby and 
Talia. I was kinda low in spirits as Wade tipped the smiling bellboy and he 
went out. 

"I'm getting me in that shower as fast as I can," Talia said. She was 
already getting out of her clothes. "I gotta wash that jailhouse funk off 
me. Shit! Ummm...." 

"I'm gonna join you, Baby, " Toby said. He was also getting out of his 
clothes. 

"Well," said Talia, "I hope you'll wait until I get half-ass clean before 
you stick me again." 

"You'd better hope I don't do it right now, bitch," he laughingly told her, 
showing her his hard-on. "It's ready!" 

"Your cock, Toby, is always ready. Baby," smiled Talia. 

"You two cum-freaks gonna eat this morning?" Wade asked. 

"Sure!" laughed Talia. She could afford to laugh. She had her cream already, 
and got her butt busted afterwards. 

"Make mine four eggs over easy," said Toby, and he and Talia took off buck 
naked for the shower. 

Wade drew in a sigh while he half-smiled, and turned obliquely to me. 
"Whatcha want, baby?" 

"Eggs and bacon, I guess," I said. He was getting out of his shorts. 

"Aren't you gonna take a shower?" he asked me. 

I stood up as if God had spoken. "Er, huh." He pulled me into his arms 
lovingly. "You feel okay?" 

"Just ... thinking," I said. "No privacy, huh?" 

"Well...." 

"We don't have to do anything," he said. 

He was so thoughtful and considerate. He understood my inhibitions were 
prevailing for the first time. Maybe I had been able to hide them a few days 
before when he popped my cherry for me. I could not hide them right then. 
They prevailed and dominated me. 

"Make me. Wade," I said, pressing my body hard against his. "I want to. I 
promised you...." 

"Promises were made to be broken." 

"I never want to break a promise to you." 

He reached his hands in front of me and started opening up my slacks. I had 
little tingling sensations running all over me. My nipples stood up 
straight, my clitoris did a flip-flop between my pussy lips, and my pussy's 
hole did the Suzy-Q, the mashed potatoes, too. 

"Don't be silly," Wade said. "You're still my bitch, aren't you?" 

"Always, Wade." 

He eased my slack over my hips.. Then you'll do whatever I say, and whenever 
I say it. Now, you get your fine ass in the shower. I'm fucking it this 
morning." 

"After breakfast, I hope," I managed to say. And I had an entirely different 
feeling surging through me. I wasn't going to be bashful or inhibited just 
because Toby and Talia would be in the same room with us. Somehow, all of a 
sudden the idea appealed to me. How many girls get their butt holes busted 
for the first time while friends look on? Not very many, I can tell you 
that. "I'll be okay now." 

He gave my nipples one helluva hard pinch for me, and I was dripping 'from 
my cunt when I walked away to get into the shower. 

Toby and Talia were at it as I had suspected. She had her head bent over 
into a corner of the shower, and Toby was long-dicking her slobbering pussy 
hole for her. 

I had not expected to find two shower stalls, but they were there. So, I 
didn't have to stand there and watch Talia get her rocks time and time 
again, while I was still suffering from sexual malnutrition. I went into the 
second shower stall and turned on the water. I could hear, but not see. Yet 
and still the sounds I heard were turning me on something terrible. 

"Ohhh, Toby, Ohhh!" Talia was moaning. "You're in my womb, goddmanit! Ooh, 
shit that sure feels good. Ohh, it feels so good to your bitch, Toby! Dick 
it, Baby, dick me in my womb!" 

"Hold still, Talia, damnit!" Toby told her. "Let me get it all, shit!" 

"You ... got ... it all!" she told him. "Aggghhh! Aggghhh! I'm creaming, 
Toby! Harder! Harder! Harderrrr! Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

Brother was presently deep-fucking sister. I wondered how it would have been 
if I had a twin brother, even one that was unidentical like Toby. I doubt if 
I would be letting him goose my cunt let alone all of those other things 
Talia and Toby did. 

"Don't cum yet, Toby," Tania said. "'Don't cum, please." 

"You just keep your fanny right where it is," Toby said. 

"Alright. Here! Get it all, but don't cum." 

"Whatever you say." 

I looked up as I was soaping my self in slow motion and Wade was stepping 
into the shower. His cock was standing straight out with a rock-hard hard on 
he was later going to shove up my frowning butt-hole. 

"Breakfast will be up by the time we finish," he told me. 

"Terrific!" I said, and slipped my arms around him. I was all passion right 
then. 

His hands came to my hips and drew me closer. His hard-on stabbed me in the 
belly while he sucked my tongue, massaged it with his. Then he let me go. 

"I'm okay now," I told Wade. 

"That's good. I don't wanta ever make you unhappy." 

"You haven't." 

I soaped his hard, masculine body, lingering in the area of his cock's 
hard-on and his big balls. I grinned and blushed each time it kinds 
throbbed. He was showering off his virility, which in Wade's case was easy 
to do, but not necessary. I was thoroughly convinced from the first time he 
was a man in the sexual realm of mice and men. And a very special cocksman 
in the realm of supposed cocksmen. 

He soaped me, and what little inhibitions that were left floated off into 
oblivion in the heat of the passion my flesh put off. When his hands came to 
my tits we were staring in each other's eyes. I wanted it and he knew that. 
The wash cloth fell to the floor between us, and his hands tightened up 
around my titties. He couldn't get a really punishing grip because of the 
slippery suds. He left them alone and got hold of my big nipples. Now he was 
able to give it to me good. He gritted his teeth and gave me the pain that I 
craved. "Ahhhnnn!" I groaned. "Ahhhnnn, Wade, ahhhnnn!" 

"You love that don't you, baby?" he smiled. "Yesss!" I whimpered. "Yesss! Do 
it harder, Baby." 

'He did it with all his might. "Like that?" 

"Ummmhhh! Ahhhnnn! Ahhhnnn! That's ... gonna cream mm eee! Uhhhnnn! Uhhhnnn! 
Uhhhnnn! AGGGHHHhhh! I'm creaming! I'm creaming! Uuuummm! Uuuummm! 
Aaaarrrggghhh! Uuuuggghhh!" 

I was wobbly, sinking to the floor when Talia called out from the bedroom. 
"Breakfast is here, you guys!" 

"Don't stop!" I told Wade. "One more time, Baby." He clamped down on my 
nipples. It felt like they were in a steel vise. "Aaaarrrggghhh! Yeeesss! 
Yeeesss! Unnnggghhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Wooooouuueeeaaahhh!" 

Wade had to hold me to keep me from falling to the floor. I was blushing, 
but at the same time I was trembling. I drew in a deep sigh and stepped 
under the water. I couldn't look at Wade at the moment. I couldn't even look 
at his cock I was too excited. I wanted more, but needed the food to give me 
necessary energy I would be using up in a while. Wade-God only knew where he 
got all his energy from-was going to wipe me out. Sucking and fucking and 
goosing my butt-hole. I wouldn't have to worry about going to sleep once he 
turned me loose. I would become sleep. Sleep would become me. 

Like Talia and Toby, we got comfortable in bed with out trays of food 
between us. That put us far from each other. It looked like Wade was miles 
away from me. He had part of the spread over his beautiful cock and I 
couldn't see it. Of course I had part of it stuffed up in front of my cunt, 
too. I think I would have enjoyed his prick more than eating the food. But I 
did eat until every speck was gone from my plate. 

"Stop, Toby," Talia was saying. "We gotta watch Yo-Yo get her butt-hole 
busted." 

I never bothered to look around at them. My inhibitions were all gone right 
then, and Wade was taking me in his arms. He lay me down easy in the center 
of the bed and placed his right knee between my parted thighs. We got 
comfortable, teasing each other's tongues and lips with all of our mouths. 
We were taking our time-in no hurry to get where were going. We were on. the 
right road, and nothing on earth was going to make us change our course. 

Wade's fingers tickled my thighs as they crept over them ever so gently, and 
then his hands parched my nipples and titties as he played fire games with 
them. I was working my hips in time with the passionate thrill that was 
moving through me lightly. I was on the brink of a new orgasm I couldn't 
hold back. I felt my entire body quiver as it exploded from deep down inside 
my spasming pussy hole. All I could do was hold on tightly to Wade as it 
went off. He was sucking my tongue so good, and pinching my right tittie 
nipple kind of hard, but not the way I really needed it done to me. Then he 
increased the pressure, and I was immediately ready to spend a giant orgasm. 
My hips trembled as I worked them rapidly, enjoying the hot thrills that 
pervaded my body and disturbed my mind. 

"Feels so good," I cooed. "It's creaming me, Wade. It's really creaming me. 
Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Ooh, it's creaming me. Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh! 
Gaaahhhrrr! 

Ummm!" 

Wade propped my thighs wide open and shoved his right hand into my blazing 
hot crotch, and lovingly teased my cunt with this entire hand. His hand was 
moving through the thick mass of black cunt hairs like a red-hot prong. Then 
his middle finger slipped inside and began to ignite my pussy hole, while 
his thumb blistered my trembling clitoris. I was off on another spasming 
orgasm that was a boiling whirlpool inside my pussy hole, and I was drowning 
in the overwhelming sensation. 

"Ooh, Wade," I moaned. "Ooh, it's so good to me! It's so good to me, baby! 
I'm creaming! Oh, God, I'm creaming so good!" 

"Cream the bitch, Wade!" Talia said. I knew she was hot. I would have been 
too. "Work that pussy. Wade," she continued to encourage my lover. "Work 
with that pussy hole!" 

"Shut up!" Toby chided her. "Can't you see the man's doing his thing! Shit! 
COME HERE! Let me suck your sweet cunt for you while you watch." 

"Naw. Toby, damnit! I wanta see her take that cock up her virgin asshole. 
Then you can eat the hairs from around my cunt." 

"I'm creaming! I'm creaming!" He had it in his mouth and was flogging it 
viciously with his dammed hot tongue. The thrill was so intense I felt as if 
I were in the center of a roaring inferno, with the hot flames tickling me 
all over my body. "Good God, Wade I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ooh, shit I'm 
really doing it, too! Awww! Awww! Awww! Awww! A www ww! Awwwooo! Eat me, 
Baby, eat me! Eat me up! Eat me up! Huuuummm! Huuummm! Ooh, it's so gooddd 
tooo mm-meee!" 

"Ahhh, my God, I'm cumming so good," I told him. "It's so good to me. Wade. 
It's so damned good to me! Aggghhh, Baby, aaaggghhh! Ahhhggg! Aggghhh! 

Unnnggghhh!" 

He crawled up between my thighs and shoved his kingly cock off into my 
bubbling pussy's hole, and rammed it all the way to the bottom of my 
vomiting womb. I had had a series of intense orgasms that left me a complete 
thrill, not a being any more. I was living ecstasy. The kingly cock hammered 
the bottom of my womb time and time again, making my pussy spasm and give up 
one orgasm after the other, until I was an orgasm myself. "Fuck me!" I told 
him without shame or any kind of feelings of inhibitions. "Fuck your bitch's 
pussy! Fuck mm-meee! Fuck me, you good dick sonofabitch, fuck mm-m-meeee! 
Aaaarrrggghhh!" 

The big dick continued to punish my pussy's hole way down deep where no 
other dick could have gone. The bald head was making private love inside my 
womb, while the base of the long organ was rubbing my fainting clitoris back 
and forth with every movement he made. I wriggled my ass for him, shoved it 
all up to him so he could get all of the pussy he wanted, and without a 
doubt. Wade Saxton wanted it all. His deep stabs inside my pussy's hole were 
long and patient and deliberate, and the thrill continued to be intensified. 
I thought then I would pass out, but I didn't. I lay there and took that 
good deep-fucking and loved it all. I even endured the long-dicking he 
eventually gave me before he got around to crashing into my asshole. 

When Wade stopped without cumming, and eased his hard pole out of me, I knew 
I was in for my first rear-end job. He got up from the bed. I opened my eyes 
to see what was going on. I did not give a shit or a damn. All Wade Saxton 
had ever given me was pleasure, and I was sure that was what I would get 
when he returned. 

He did, and flipped me over on my belly. I got comfortable while he shoved 
some grease up into my twitching, frightened asshole. He fucked it for 
awhile with one finger and I almost came. He managed to get two fingers up 
in there and the orgasm came and sat at the bottom of my pussy, ready to 
spring any moment. He got three of his huge fingers up there and gave me 
some sweet pain that made the orgasms move around down there. And when the 
fourth finger came inside me, I shot the orgasm up from my pussy like a 
rocket. "Ahhh!" I cried out. "That's creaming me, Wade! Your goddamn fingers 
are creaming mm-m-meee! Ahhh, shit, that feels so goooddd! It feels sooo 
goooddd to meee!" 

"We'll sleep awhile," he said. "Then I'll long-dick if for you." I cuddled 
closer to him. "Okay." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Saxton's Academy of Self-Defense in Kenpo-- 

By the authority invested in this institute, under the constitution of its 
governing body We do hereby grant 

TO: KEAH YOLANDA YVONNE TATUPU 

THE RANK OF: BLACK BELT 

Any dishonor you bring to this SOCIETY OF MARTIAL ARTS, or to any members 
thereof will bring immediate and automatic revocation of your rank and 
honor. HONOR and CHERISH your belt, fellow associates, other MARTIAL 
ARTISTS, no matter what style or status, and yourself at all times. May your 
BLACK BELT and other belts you have earned forever and always uphold the 
standards set forth by the SAXTON CREED as well as the KENPO CREED, as we 
all strive together for UNITY, DISCIPLINE, PHYSICAL FITNESS and PROFICIENCY 
IN THIS ART. 

EDWARD STEINBERG JUDGE TOBY SIMMS JUDGE WADE SAXTON SENIOR JUDGE WADE SAXTON 
DIRECTOR WADE SAXTON Signature 

Awarded at HOLLYWOOD, CA. Recommended by WADE SAXTON 

Instructor WADE SAXTON Signature of instructor SAXTON'S KENPO KARATE 
TIGER-cobra-CRANE TECHNIQUE 

 So I had earned my Black Belt in Kenpo Karate. It was one of the best 
feelings in life I had ever experienced other than all of the wonderful 
beauty of being in love with Wade Saxton, and having him love me back. But, 
little did I know this was going to change my sex-life. I had a big surprise 
waiting for me. 

There were photographers all over the place. They even showed it on 
television. Not all; just the last part and other parts in between the 
beginning and the ending, especially all of the Katas I had to do, which 
were most beautiful. And Wade Saxton never would have handed me that 
certificate if I had not worked my butt off to get it. He loved me, but he 
was a Master of Martial Arts, and a very serious one at that. No, yours 
truly actually earned that promotion. 

Time passed, and the more and more I realized who I was and what I was, the 
less and less I was affected by nymphomania and masochism. I began to enjoy 
masochism in a painful manner. The pleasure wasn't there anymore as it had 
been. That was why Wade took off that day some time later on in our 
relationship. I would ask for it, but he just couldn't do it any more. Now, 
he was gone and I was all alone with my beautiful memories of what it had 
been like. 

I had begged Wade to do terrible things to me, because I figured the pain he 
was giving me just wasn't enough. If he gave me more, I would have my 
pleasure back again. I missed it!. 

"You want me to actually fuck you up like a lot of broads get when they're 
being tortured into having an orgasm?" he asked me. 

"Yes!" I shouted back to him. 

"Get somebody else!" he shouted back to me. I won't be around!" 

Now that he was gone, I was burning up, breathing hard; my pulse soared so 
high there was no way any one could have kept count of them. I was in such 
misery and pain, I didn't know what to do. I mean, there was just no way I 
could deal with that cruel and inhuman situation. What forces of evil had 
sneaked into my life and guided me awry? I should have been with Wade right 
then. Instead, I was only holding those sweet memories he had left behind. 
They were all I had right then. And for as long as he would be gone from me, 
that would be all I would ever have. 

I was uncomfortable. I was anxious, upset, nervous and very afraid I had 
taken Wade too far off his course. Maybe we would never get back together, 
and that was what was so frightening about the entire stupid mess. 

I was there in the living room when it happened. Suddenly I was falling down 
and having convulsions. I was having an orgasmic fit. Toby and Talia tried 
to pick me up from the floor, but I had been charged up with extra energies 
and was able to fight them off me. I was trying to get one of the glasses 
they had been drinking punch out of to shove it up into my blazing hot 
snatch. I had to get one up there to put out the fire. I just had to have 
it. 

"Fit!" Toby said, trying to hold my wrist. "Get her legs Talia! Hold this 
bitch down! 

Hold her, dammit! Shit! Goddamn! Waaahhh! Yo-Yo! Yo-Yo! Shit, she can't hear 
me!" But I did. I just couldn't respond. 

A nightmare had me in its grasp. I returned to my childhood, to a day and 
time I had forgotten about. My father locked me inside a clothes closet in 
the dark. I begged and cried and pleaded to him to let me out. But he 
wouldn't do it. I was only ten years old at the time, but something inside 
of me became so powerful I actually broke the door down to get out. I was 
drenched with perspiration when I fell to the floor in the hallway. My 
parents had gone and left me. I was alone, and scared, and I had been lonely 
and scared every since. 

"No!" Talia was yelling. "No, Yo-Yo! Don't, goddammit! Gimme the fucking 
glass! Gimme the glass, Yo-Yo!" then she had it, and I had her by her legs. 

She fell to the floor and I went after her. Toby came after me and grabbed 
me around the waist and slammed me to the floor once again. I was kicking 
hell out of him, anywhere my feet could land a blow. I wanted the glass! I 
didn't know anything else. I had to have that glass! 

Toby managed to subdue me. They had to tell me what happened after that. All 
I knew was, when I finally came out of that horror spell the devil had cast 
over me, his face was streaked with blood that was draining down on me. I 
had dug my nails into him like a wounded tigress. I had scraped his flesh 
away wherever my nails traveled. 

"Oh, shit, Toby," Talia was saying, "your face is fucked up! Go in the 
bathroom and take care of it right now. I'll stay with this freak. 
Motherfucker!...." 

"That bad, huh?" Toby asked. 

"Ain't that pretty, honey," Talia told him. 

Talia helped me up from the floor and into a chair. I looked down and saw 
all of the blood on my slacks, my hands, and screamed at the top of my 
lungs. I trembled and vibrated, and almost burst wide open. 

"You done messed my man up, Yo-Yo!" Talia shouted at me. "You messed up his 
face, damn you to hell!" 

"Wade...." I heard my self. "Wade! ... Wade!...." 

"Wade ain't here," Talia said. 

"Oh? Where is Wade?" 

"Honey, you better try and find yourself," she told me. "You are fucked up 
in the damned head! How you feeling, bitch?" 

"Terrible." 

She put her hands on her hips and studied my face. "What the shit happened 
to you?" 

I shook my head. I tried to explain it to her, and if anyone would know, it 
had to be Talia. Only she didn't understand a damned thing I talked about. 
She had never felt that devil alive within her the way I had just 
experienced it. It wasn't me. I was someone else. 

"Not too bad," Toby was saying, as he came out of the bathroom. He had a 
large white towel held to his face. But even his nose and forehead were 
badly scratched up. All I could do was lower my head and weep. And I didn't 
even know for what. 

"Don't tell Wade," I begged. "Please." 

"Shut up!" Talia snapped. 

She was busy considering Toby's wounds. "Well," she sighed, "not as bad as 
they looked at first," she told him. "Bet it burns like hell, don't it 
baby?" 

"No shit," he said. 

"We'll have a to getcha a shot. Fingernails is poison, and that bitch is 
full of it." 

Just then a car was pulling into the driveway. I knew it was Wade. So I 
hurried back to the room and out of my clothes. I never moved so damned fast 
in all of my life. I had the door opened so I could hear Wade, but I never 
even heard the car door slam. I was ready in a matter of seconds, and came 
walking back through the living room, looking at the empty space of the 
doorway Wade should have been filling, but wasn't. 

I was tingling all over as I stood there in the doorway and watched my lover 
get out of the car and walk toward me. He didn't look any different from 
what he did when he left. 

"It's Wade!" I heard myself saying, as if they didn't already know. "He's 
come back!" 

I couldn't help it. I dashed out of the door and ran into his arms. When he 
didn't push me away, but held me right, I knew it was alright. 

"Welcome back," I said softly, ever so softly. 

"Are you sure?" he wondered. 

"Positively," I answered. "Very positive." 

"I'm glad, baby," he told me. 

He looked up at Talia. "How you doing, Talia?" he said. 

"I'll make it," she said angrily. 

Wade looked at me with a dominating look. "Get your ass into the bedroom and 
stay there until I call or come for you," he told me. "Just take it all ... 
sweet ass ... pussy ... all of it ... and wait." 

"Yes, Wade," I said, walking away from him in a hurry. 

"Hold it," Talia said. "Wade, Toby's a mess, and has to get a shot. Your ... 
little angel-puss had a fucking fit and scratched him up." 

"What?" Wade didn't sound too surprised. "That's Why you're holding the 
towel to your face, huh, Toby?" He turned to me. "Get back here. I sat down 
on his lap. "What happened?" 

Talia explained it all to him telling him exactly the way I was carrying on, 
out of my mind and all, and as strong as two bulls. All the time she was 
talking, Wade was nodding his head up and down. He acted like he not only 
expected it, but understood all that happened. None of us did, that's for 
sure. I couldn't even remember all of the shit Talia said I did. But I could 
look at Toby and tell she wasn't lying. He was fucked up for the time being, 
and really did need a shot. 

Wade patted my butt. "Well," he sighed, "girls ... guys, it looks like the 
... party is over with. Now, all of you listen to me, and listen good. 
Whatever happened to Keah was a violent attack of nymphomania. Fortunately 
you guys were here to stop her from killing herself. I told you all, time 
and time again, that shit is deadly dangerous. But you wouldn't listen to 
me. You were too busy cumming and cumming and cumming. Nymphomania is 
nothing to play around with, neither is masochism. It certainly is nothing 
to enjoy when it gets out hand and it has done that. Today it was Keah, 
tomorrow it could be you, Talia. It's fucking illness, for Christ-sake. A 
deathly illness!" He turned to me. "Take off your tank-top, bitch." 

"Yes, Wade," I said, getting the damned thing over my head before his words 
left my area. 

I think my titties and nipples were screaming a different tune right then. I 
felt unhappy, believing Wade was going to squash my tits and pinch hell out 
of my nipples. I wanted to cry. 

"Alright," he said, "you love having your titties squeezed and your nipples 
pinched. You told me you had to have pins jabbed into you ... clothes pins 
pinned to your nipples ... you wanted more pain." He pinched my nipples, and 
it hurt so fucking bad I wanted to cry. Water came to my eyes. It was the 
first time in my life I could remember having pain there. What the hell 
happened?" 

"You mean that hurt, Yo-Yo?" Talia asked. 

"And how!" I said. "What does it mean, Wade?" 

"Alright, let's get to the nitty-gritty. All of us have been afraid of 
something or some situation. Toby, Talia, the two of you are brother and 
sister. Twins. And you've never made it with anyone else. Why? Your old man 
got your cherry, Talia, and while he did it you were scared to death. And 
you've been scared of sex every since. That brought on your nymphomania. It 
could have also brought on your masochism; a desire to be punished for what 
you did wrong. 

"What about you Keah? Can you remember any fears in your early childhood?" 

I told Wade what I had seen, felt, and relived while I was having the 
attack. He felt certain this was one of the reasons for my nymphomania. 

After more talk about Toby screwing his mother and Talia getting laid by her 
father, the two of them could hardly look at each other straight in the 
face. Talia was moved, to tears, and so was I. None of us, excluding Wade, 
had even thought about these things. And he had gone along with all of us 
because it was what we wanted, and seemingly had under control. But he had 
expected violent attacks of nymphomania and masochism anytime. Now, I was no 
longer a nympho or a masochist. The nymphomania could be understood. But why 
wasn't I still a masochist? 

"Obviously for the same reasons," Wade replied when I asked him. "You've 
been thinking of what it would be like enjoying pain you can't live with. In 
doing so, you saw yourself for what you really were, and didn't like it. 
Nymphomania doesn't just damage your fucking mind, and never departs without 
leaving a scar, if it departs at all. But, you can consider yourself lucky. 
You didn't blow your goddman mind!" 

"I'm taking you to see a doctor to have a complete physical right now. Put 
your top back on." He cut his eyes to poor Toby. "You'd better come along, 
Toby, and get a shot." 

"Yeah," sighed Toby. "Man, I feel bad as hell, you know. But, er, what you 
said ... makes sense. Makes a lot of sense. Man fucking his old lady ... 
girl getting dicked by her father ... Well, thinking about it hurts both of 
us." 

"Sure does," Talia said, almost in tears. "I really feel guilty. I guess 
I'll be alright." 

"Toby," I said, "I'm sorry, and I thank you both for what you did for me. I 
could have killed my stupid self! You're still my brother, Toby. I still 
love you. And you, too, Talia." 

They both nodded with understanding. "You're okay, Yo Yo," Talia said. 

"Still my sis," Toby said. 

"And you're getting it good before we see the doctor," Wade smiled. 

So, today my life is perfectly normal. I'm not a nympho, nor am I a 
masochist in any manner. But I tell you what I am. I am about the happiest 
wench on God's green earth! ... and pregnant as hell! 

Oh, as for Talia and Toby? Well, Toby's hooked up with a cute little chick 
from Thailand and Talia is being goosed by a distant cousin of Wade's. 
Where? How would I know? I'm on my way to the hospital to have my baby! 


THE END
