SLS-120  The Lingerie Model
[aka 'Lingerie Orgys']
(Terry Gilmore)


FOREWORD 

In every area of human activity, the instinctual pull of sex can produce 
results. The men who are in the business of merchandising realize this. 
Whether it is selling automobiles or fertilizer, the magnet is sex in sales. 

Our story revolves around a woman who hired models to put her line of 
lingerie on display. And when she had the right model for the right 
lingerie, sales soared. 

The only problem was that the woman who ran the shop sometimes found the 
young models so appealing, she would fall for them herself. And this posed a 
problem. For often as not the model she would make the overture toward, was 
not so inclined. Thus, she would realize to her dismay, she was going to go 
through a lot of personal anguish. 

The beautiful young model she fell for was caught in an emotional whirlpool. 
On the one side, she found herself falling wildly in love with her 
boyfriend. At the same time, to keep her modeling career going, she finally 
gave in to the woman who owned the model shop. 

The tug of war for her body was frustrating at first. But eventually, when 
Freddie, her boyfriend explained an orgy might be a good thing for their 
relationship, she changed her mind. It was this hope she held in her heart 
for a career that had completely changed her moral values. 

Yet, the idea of being involved with two lovers at the same time made her 
nervous. She didn't want her female lover to become jealous, and she also 
was concerned about her boyfriend's responses when he would see her actually 
doing something with another woman. 

However, the orgy turned out to be a big surprise to her, and thus she 
learned more about life in one bedroom session with two lovers, than she'd 
learned in all of her prior encounters. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Jan was sitting on the edge of Freddie's bed stark naked. She was using 
Freddie's shaver to erase the hair from her legs. When Freddie stepped out 
of the bathroom and saw what she was doing, he teased her, "Why don't you go 
all the way up and shave your cunt?" 

Jan scowled at Freddie, and shaking her head, told him, "Do you want me to 
electrocute my pussy?" 

Freddie came over to where she was and sat down beside her. "No way-but I 
would like to see what you'd look like with your pussy shaved." 

Reluctantly, Jan spread her legs and Freddie finally got down between them 
and taking the shaver from her let it inch closer to her crotch. As the 
shaver pulled at her pubic hairs, with its insistent tug, Jan let out a 
squeal of pain and protest, "that hurts ... . " 

"I'm sorry," Freddie told her, "I'll do it real slow-it won't hurt-" 

Freddie kept his word. He moved the shaver carefully as he continued shaving 
her vagina. His eyes widened with pleasure as he saw how magnificent her 
mouna looked as he completely cleaned off the pubic hair. Once he had it 
clean, he put the shaver aside and slowly parted her pussy lips with his 
fingertips. The moist pink flesh appealed to him as he saw her crotch open 
up to his view. His tongue was slowly inserted in her hot moist hole as he 
buried his head in her crotch. Freddie did have a way with his tongue that 
stimulated and aroused her. Reaching down at this passionate moment, she let 
her fingers gently wander through his hair, as his hot tongue plunged into 
her moist, hot hole. Alternating his tongue action, he sent ripples of 
erotic excitement up and down her tingling spine. 

Letting her hand grasp Freddie firmly, she juiced. Freddie hungrily lapped 
her up, enjoying every delicious drop of her cunt juice. 

When he finished and they were embracing, Jan told Freddie about her plans 
to become a model. 

"I'm going to apply to an agency tomorrow about a job as a model," she 
smiled proudly. "So many people have told me I should become a model ever 
since I won that beauty contest last spring-" 

"You've got the body for it," Freddie observed, letting his hands wander 
down to her behind as he patted her affectionately there. 

The very next day, Jan applied to the Acme Employment Agency for work as a 
model. The gray-haired woman who took her application gave her a bit of 
warning advice. 

"If you ask me, you'd be better off getting an office job. Models have a 
difficult time-" 

Defiantly, Jan told her off. "I didn't come to you to be counseled on a 
career. I came here to get a job." 

Realizing her words were lost, the woman smirked as she told her about a 
position she could try out for immediately. 

"There's a woman looking for models," she informed her, "She is holding 
auditions today as a matter-of-fact-I'll give you the address and phone in 
advance if you want to go out on an interview." 

Jan was delighted that opportunity was knocking on her door so rapidly, and 
she accepted the chance to get into the modeling work by going on the 
interview that afternoon. 

Driving to the address the woman at the Acme Agency had given her, she was 
pleased by what she saw. The model shop was in the most fashionable section 
of the city, and as she parked her car behind the place her hopes ran high. 

Jan was surprised at the number of girls that were waiting in line to apply 
for the modeling jobs. At first, she almost felt like forgetting it, and 
going back to the Acme Agency for another lead. But something compelled her 
to stay and try out. After half an hour she managed to get to the secretary 
who was taking the applications. Before she could say a word about herself, 
the secretary was complaining, "We've been bombarded with phone calls and 
girls ever since we placed that ad-what are your qualifications?" 

For a tense moment, Jan couldn't say a word. Just then, Natalie Arden, the 
owner of the modeling shop walked out and saw her standing there. 
Immediately, she noticed what a beautiful young girl Jan was and she called 
over to Helen, her secretary, "Send that girl in to my office. I think we 
can use her." 

Jan was exhilarated by Natalie's suggestion. Proudly, she walked into the 
stunning older woman's office and sat down, waiting hopefully for a chance 
at a modeling career. 

"What is your name, dear?" Natalie asked her as she sat behind her 
elaborate, French Provincial desk. 

"I-I took a modeling course," Jan stumbled through her background and then 
blurted, "and I won a beauty contest." 

Natalie eyed her appreciatively, "You are a beautiful female, and you might 
prove a real asset to our business. I'm introducing a new line of lingerie, 
See- 

Through Style, and if you possess poise and the ability to model our 
garments, I'm sure we can have a very beneficial relationship." 

Jan was thrilled that everything was developing so smoothly for her, and she 
expressed her gratitude to her, "I-I can't tell you how much I appreciate 
this opportunity to begin my career-here-with you." 

Natalie was equally delighted, as she could see a great future for her. 

Using a little strategy, so that Jan would appreciate the big chance she was 
giving her, Natalie suggested she could wait outside her office until all 
the interviews were completed. At that time she figured the line-up of girls 
seeking careers couldn't help but impress Jan with what a lucky girl she 
was. 

Thanking her, Jan went to the outer office and waited and watched the many 
girls filling out their application forms and chattering. The moments 
stretched by like hours for her, until finally the last girl had been 
interviewed, and she was left alone with Helen, the secretary and Natalie. 

Helen dismissed Jan when she saw her remaining, but hastily Natalie came out 
and countered her command. 

"I want you to stay," she informed Jan, "and Helen you can go now." 

Helen shrugged as she got up from her desk, and got her things together as 
she prepared to leave. 

"They come out of the woodwork," she fumed as she walked out of the office. 
"Sure hope we don't go through this tomorrow." 

Natalie beckoned Jan into her private office. Jan was glad the waiting was 
over, as she always hated to wait for anything. 

Sitting down before her desk eagerly, Jan listened to what Natalie had to 
say. 

"When we have our opening day celebration for the wholesalers, we'll put on 
a tremendous fashion show. That's why I must select the very top models to 
show my lingerie line oil to the very best advantage." 

Natalie was proud of her skill at creating erotic fashions and she was eager 
to see how Jan might look in some of her most daring designs. 

"You have a lot on the ball," Natalie told her frankly, "I can see you 
becoming the star of my fashion show. But first I would like to see what you 
are looking for in life-" 

Jan appreciated the chance to express her feelings. Relaxing now, she 
unwound, "I-I want to develop as a model, until someday I become a top 
fashion model. But I know I've got to begin somewhere-" 

"You've come to the right place," Natalie assured her, "You'll have ample 
opportunity to develop. First I would appreciate studying your figure to see 
what lingerie would be best for you-" 

Getting to her feet, Natalie came out from behind her desk and looked 
carefully at her new-found model. Finally, she told her, "It would help if 
you would take off all of your clothes so I could get a good look at you." 

"I-I don't know whether I should or not. I mean-this is all new to me, Miss 
Arden-" 

"Please call me Natalie," the model shop owner smiled lustfully. 

"Natalie," Jan gulped nervously, "I-I've never done any modeling without my 
clothes on." Scratching her cheek nervously she tried to apologize some 
more, but Natalie wouldn't listen. 

"Of course you'll feel uncomfortable at first-but it is important for me to 
see you naked to determine which garments would look the best on you. After 
all, we're both women-so I've seen it all before. Relax, dear-undress while 
I go out to get some lingerie for you to model." 

When Natalie was gone, Jan slowly began taking off her clothes. It was 
strange how edgy she felt stripping for the owner of the model shop. Perhaps 
she was too modest, she argued with herself as she slid out of her clothes. 

Natalie's eyes glistened with lust when she returned to her private office, 
her arms full of sheer lingerie for Jan to model-for Jan stood there naked 
now in all of her natural beauty. 

"You do have a beautiful body," Natalie exclaimed excitedly, placing the 
filmy under-garments on her desk momentarily. Coming over to Jan, she walked 
around her, gazing fondly at her from head to toe. Natalie had a way of 
looking at her that made Jan feel uneasy. 

"With your body, and my line of lingerie, we will generate tremendous sales 
when those dirty old men who buy for their shops see you, dear," Natalie 
laughed. 

Jan felt suddenly awkward and dirty. She reached for her clothes eagerly, 
sensing Natalie was looking at her lustfully. Her hands instinctively 
covered her breasts, and her vagina, almost protectively. 

"I want you to try on this pink shortie nightie," Natalie suggested, paying 
no attention to Jan's shyness. 

Reluctantly, Jan put her clothes back down on the chair where she'd picked 
them up only a moment before to cover herself. 

"Alright," she said haltingly, as she took the sheer garment from Natalie 
and slipped into it. 

Natalie's eyes lit up. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "they'll be buying that from coast to coast when you 
model it for them-" 

"I-I-I don't think I can," Jan shook her head, "It's more like indecent 
exposure to wear something like this before a bunch of disgusting men. This 
isn't exactly the kind of modeling I had in mind. Thank you, though, Miss 
Arden-I appreciate the chance ... I really-" 

"Nonsense," Natalie laughed, "Times have changed, dear. People don't think 
anything of naked girls anymore. Look at Playboy. And those bars where the 
girls don't wear brassieres. You are wearing lingerie-remember that!" 

Slipping out of the shortie-nightie, Jan stood there naked for a moment. 
Natalie seized her moment of opportunity and coming over to her reached out 
to touch and fondle her ample bosoms. At first, Jan was so stunned by what 
the older woman had done, she froze. 

Unable for a tense moment to respond, she felt her heart racing rapidly. She 
was acutely aware of the other woman's hands as they gently massaged her 
naked breasts, lightly brushing across her nipples. Try as she would not to 
respond to Natalie's touch, she found herself sinking, sinking in a 
whirlpool of erotic sensation. Natalie's hands moved caressingly down to her 
vagina. She delicately let one finger maneuver into Jan's moistening vagina. 
Breathing huskily now, she told the young girl admiringly, "you've really 
got me turned-on!" 

Still not able to come to grips with such a situation, Jan nervously told 
her, "Natalie-we shouldn't be doing this-I-I never have before-I-I-" 

Her voice trailed off as her sub-conscious took hold. For underneath her 
normal exterior, there was a furnace of lust burning inside her. 
Desperately, she wanted to let loose with all of her pent-up erotic 
feelings. 

Seizing the opportunity now, Natalie undressed. She was determined to make 
the very most of her situation. She was anxious to undress and join Jan in 
her nakedness on the low-slung couch in the corner. 

As Natalie eased out of her clothes, Jan momentarily came back to her 
senses. Looking at Natalie half-stripped, she exclaimed, "I'm not a Lesbian. 
I mean I don't have anything against women who like to make love to each 
other. Live and let live, but it's not my bag, Natalie. Please, please 
understand-" There was a tremor in her voice as she spoke now. For she was 
being pulled two directions at the same time. She felt hot, lustful urges to 
experience something new, something different. Her natural curiosity was 
compelling her to try it just once. But, something was holding her back. 

What was even more frightening was the fact she was beginning to feel 
something lustful toward the attractive older woman who operated the model 
shop. Natalie reached out to take her hand, and in spite of the fact she 
knew she was not doing the right thing, she followed her over to the 
low-slung couch and stretched out. Her long legs appealed to Natalie as she 
got down between them. 

She lay back, and closed her eves. She felt the hot tongue lashes of Natalie 
around her vagina. The insistent, caressing tongue movements aroused her so 
much, she became a willing participant. She could fight the fires of lust 
burning in her crotch no longer. Her own passionate urges blended with those 
of Natalie now, and the sudden discovery that she could respond to a woman's 
tongue passionately licking at her vagina didn't bother her at this erotic 
pitch. 

"Yes, yes," she gasped as Natalie's tongue invaded her moist, hot pussy 
hole. Natalie used all her cunning and strategy in breaking the girl in to 
her own way of love-making. She would gently caress her clitoris with her 
tongue-tip, and then move away momentarily. She knew very well that soon Jan 
would be begging for her to lick her there. As she lazily let her tongue 
slide to her inner thigh, she once more found her strategy she'd employed 
before to break a new girl in was working. 

"Lick me there." Jan panted, reaching down and parting her pink pussy lips. 
And it was now. Natalie responded with her most erotic love-making activity. 
Her hot tongue returned to her moist pink pussy, and soon she was licking 
her hungrily there. 

"Eat me-eat me," she begged, "suck my pussy-ohhhh, ahhh!" Jan was writhing 
in sexual ecstasy at this point. She was thrilling to the delicious erotic 
sensations flooding her being now. 

Throwing her legs around her lover's legs, she let her hips pump back in 
time to Natalie's, superb tongue stabs. This pleased Natalie who held Jan's 
silken smooth ass cheeks in her hands now, as she buried her head in her 
delicious-tasting crotch. 

"Lick me-lick me," she panted passionately. 

Natalia's tongue swept around inside of her hot, pink pussy hole and her 
teeth lightly bore down on her clitoris. Stimulated now to the point of 
climax, Jan juiced. Natalie sucked-and sucked, and sucked! This passionate 
moment of orgasm thrilled her no end. She was intensely aroused and didn't 
mind any more about the fact she was having sex with another woman. The 
insistent craving of her own carnal desires was all she knew now. And it was 
this lusty passion that propelled her on, as she reached down to grip 
Natalie's head and hold her in place. 

"Suck me-eat me-ahhh, ohhh, ughhh!" 

A strategically placed wall mirror, opposite the low-slung couch where the 
two naked women were consumating their passion, reflected the splendorous 
sight 

"Ohhh. Ahhh-I-I really shouldn't." Jan groaned as she came back to her 
senses with a dull thud. 

The wanton moment of giving in to erotic lusts had been the only natural 
response at the peak of the passion mountain Natalie had taken her to. But, 
now that she was sliding down the other side of that mountain to the world 
of reality, she looked at her moment of crazed lust as something to feel 
guilty about. 

"What do you mean, my luv?" Natalie asked quietly, as she looked up from 
between the model's creamy white thighs. 

"I-I've never done it with a woman before, I always thought it was so 
decadent-I'm no lesbian." 

"I'm not either," Natalie smiled, as she brushed her cheek against Jan's 
inner hot thigh. "I simply appreciate beauty." 

There was an awkward moment of silence as Natalie lustily licked along her 
legs, and finally, she told her softly, with deep feeling, "I'm going to 
make you the number one model in the fashion industry!" 

Jan's selfish desires for success, outpaced her moral viewpoint on having 
sex with another woman at this crossroads in her life. After all, she 
rationalized to herself, Freddie licks too. What is the difference whether a 
man has his head between my legs, or a woman. And then just as swiftly a 
counter-balancing thought rushed through her mind. Her mother's commentary 
on the morals of today. She vividly recalled her sounding off about today's 
decadent generation outranking Sodom and Gommorah for sin and lust. 

Natalie got up from her prone position on the bed, and smiled at her new 
model find. "If you stick with me, you will have a great future." 

"I-I need some time to think about it," Jan declared. 

"Certainly, dear," Natalie nodded, "but don't wait too long. If you want to 
work with me to build something good for your future, show up at the office 
tomorrow. We've got to get the girls through their paces for our lingerie 
fashion show." 

Jan was delighted and thrilled to think of the big opportunity coming her 
way. Yet, she was troubled by what lay ahead of her. The path to fame and 
fortune was never easy, she knew. But, she never in her wildest dreams 
thought it might depend on how much another woman dug her. 

Both women dressed quietly, and Jan thanked Natalie for the chance of a 
lifetime, but still insisted, "Let me think it over tonight!" 

"Of course," Natalie smiled reassuringly, "But we'll see you tomorrow." 

That night Jan had her usual date with Freddie. 

"I'm so happy for you," Freddie informed her. 

"It is wonderful," Jan agreed, "except for one thing." 

She was looking evasively away from Freddie, feeling most guilty about what 
had happened with Natalie that afternoon. 

"Something's bugging you," Freddie shook his head. 

"Yes," Jan admitted, "that's true. I'm afraid Natalie is a lesbian." 

Freddie laughed. 

"Don't worry about it," he told her. "It doesn't matter what she does. As 
long as she doesn't try to beat my time." 

Jan saw the look of anger surface in his eyes as he thought about 
competition. She figured it would be wise to give him the idea there was no 
real problem. 

"I'm sure she would never mix business with pleasure," she said quickly and 
quietly. 

"I hope not," Freddie told her. "I am crazy about you, Jan, and you know 
it." 

As a matter-of-fact, Freddie was horny now. He placed his hands on Jan's 
hands and looked into her eyes fondly. 

"They say the average couple does it three times a week," he told her, "and 
we haven't been doing it once a month." 

Jan had to remind Freddie of one important fact. "We're not married, 
Freddie." Freddie stamped his foot and gripped her hand angrily. 

"What damn difference does that make?" 

It did make a difference as far as she was concerned. 

"I have a little character," she told him. 

She was about to get up and walk away from him when she decided to play it 
cool. 

"What do you want tonight, Freddie?" she demanded. 

"I want to try my French tickler I bought today on you," Freddie smiled. 

Freddie was always buying sexual devices and trying something different. It 
was beginning to bother Jan. What next would it be? 

Now Freddie was disappointed that she wasn't pleased over his purchase. 

"I thought that would really tickle you," he told her. 

Jan didn't find Freddie's pun much fun. 

"Maybe you'd better find some other girl," she told him. "I think my body is 
enough without all of those devices." 

Freddie could see what the problem was. Jan's ego couldn't make room for a 
French tickler. She figured that her vagina offered plenty. If Freddie 
needed more, she looked upon it as a challenge to her sexual desirability. 

Freddie smiled understandingly. 

"I don't have to use the damn thing," he told her. "I've just got to get 
inside of you " 

He had said exactly what she wanted to hear. Now she was pliant and 
agreeable to almost anything Freddie had in mind. 

"Anything you say, Freddie," she smiled understandingly. 

Jan was always that way. She would come on strong and then get difficult. It 
obviously was a matter of her ego. 

They went over to his place and Freddie immediately took the French tickler 
out of the package to let her look at it. Letting her finger rub against the 
rough, rubbery nodules at the end of it, she wondered what it would feel 
like being inserted in her. 

"Aren't you curious, Jan?" Freddie smiled understandingly. 

Jan had to confess she did possess a measure of curiosity about what it 
would feel like to have the French tickler riding in her vagina. 

"Yes," she nodded as she looked at him standing before her nude now. 

"Slip it on my cock," he told her. 

She grasped his long, hard penis and gently let the rubber French tickler 
slip on. 

"I've got it ready," he told her. 

She undressed slowly, looking at him standing there with his penis hard. She 
was anxious to feel it slipping in her hot, willing mound. 

Getting on the bed, Jan splayed her legs for him. It didn't take him long to 
thrust his hard, long manhood in her. Freddie looked down at her naked 
splendor, hardly able to wait to thrust his manhood in her, stroke after 
stroke. 

"I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good," he whispered. 

His hard, throbbing cock shoved in her. Ramming it in her with deep, 
penetrating cock stabs, he got her totally excited now. She loved the 
sensation of the French tickler sliding in her. 

"More, more," she cried eagerly as Freddie pumped it to her. 

Her vagina muscles gripped the sliding, thrusting penis. At the same time 
she could feel the erotic excitation of the French tickler at work. 

"I want it, I want it," Jan cried willingly. 

Reaching out, she gripped Freddie's smooth, round ass cheeks. Freddie 
enjoyed the sensation of her hot hands clasping his bare bottom. 

"Give it to me," he begged her eagerly. 

She thrilled to the stimulating sensation of his powerful penis plunging in 
her hot, willing cunt. 

"Do you like it?" Freddie asked her, flashing her a knowing smile. 

Jan nodded as she felt his lips pressing on hers sensuously. Freddie's 
tongue was inserted in her mouth as she reached down to grip his bare 
buttocks and thrust a finger in his ass-hole. 

Sliding her finger up Freddie's ass-hole got him more aroused than ever. He 
pumped it to her now with savage, hard force. 

"More, more," she cried as she pulled her finger from his ass-hole and 
massaged and squeezed his round ass cheeks. 

"I'm almost there," Freddie panted as he continued stabbing in her hot, 
grasping vagina. 

Jan joined him seconds later when she juiced. Freddie's pistoning penis 
continued stabbing in her hot, grasping pussy hole as he finished fucking 
her crudely. 

Once it was over, she lay there looking up at him starry-eyed. 

"I love you, Freddie," she smiled. 

Freddie thought he would tell her something that would make her laugh. 

"Do you love me more than that woman who runs that lingerie shop?" 

Knowing what had actually happened made Jan feel nervous and fearful. 

"Of course, I do," she whispered. 

But her mind was thinking. She couldn't get the traumatic sexual experience 
she had with another woman out of her mind immediately. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The following day at the lingerie shop, Natalie put all the girls through 
their routines. 

"We're going to use music as well as lighting effects to show our models off 
to the very best advantage," Natalie declared in a business-like way. 

The different girls lined up. 

"I don't want you wearing a thing beneath your sheer negligees," she told 
them all. 

"We want the men in the audience to really get turned on. It's one way of 
using the sexual feelings to sell our line of goods. There's nothing wrong 
with it. 

This is done every day. Business is business." One girl objected. 

"I refuse to take off everything when I slip into one of your creations," 
she declared. Natalie glowered at her. 

"I'm sorry," she shook her head, "but that's the way it is. If you want to 
wear your panties and bra beneath your negligee, you won't begin to create 
the impact that I'm working toward. Do you understand?" 

Gravely the girl nodded. She understood all too well. 

Soon the different girls were going into the costumes and walking down the 
ramp under Natalie's direction. "Ahhh, you look lovely today," Natalie 
observed as she saw Jan looking extra beautiful in a filmy, see-through, 
pale blue negligee. 

The other girls were envious. 

"Girls, girls," Natalie declared, "I think every girl here ought to shave 
her vagina. I think it creates a more ethereal effect." 

One girl objected. 

"I had a terrible time shaving my pussy," the girl shook her head. "I got my 
pussy hairs tangled up in that horrid shaver and nearly electrocuted my 
pussy." 

All the girls laughed. 

"This is not anything to laugh about," Natalie said seriously. "We're in the 
business of selling a line of lingerie. Don't ever forget it. I expect each 
girl here to follow my instructions. Now I want you all to shave yourselves 
down there." 

A small moan of complaint went up and Natalie tried to detect from where it 
emanated. When she couldn't, she thought it best not to comment unless 
problems surfaced later. 

When the day was over, Jan was kept behind by Natalie. 

"I'd like to see you alone in my office," Natalie informed her model. 

When the other girls were gone and Jthe secretary, Helen, had left too, Jan 
and Natalie were left alone. 

"Why did you want to see me?" Jan asked innocently, knowing full well why 
Natalie had called her to stay. 

"I thought we would go over some things," she told her. 

She brought out some champagne and suggested they have a drink. 

"I don't drink during working hours," Jan objected. 

"We're celebrating," Natalie said as she poured the liquid, paying no 
attention to what Jan had said. "We're celebrating your becoming a modeling 
star." 

As Natalie held her glass out to Jan, she realized she had the girl where 
she wanted her. Jan picked up her glass and toasted her. 

"To the greatest lingerie business in the world," she declared. 

The two women soon became drunk. "Why don't you take off everything?" 
Natalie suggested again. 

Natalie began undressing and so did Jan. When the two women were naked, 
Natalie put on a dildo. 

"What have you got that thing for?" Jan asked, having never seen a woman 
wearing a dildo before. 

"I want to screw you," Natalie declared dramatically, pointing to the couch 
in the corner. 

This bothered Jan. She wasn't being true to her boyfriend. 

"I don't know what Freddie would say about this," she blurted. 

"Who cares what Freddie thinks?" Natalie declared, going over to her and 
feeling of her bosoms. "He can have you tonight-I want you now." 

Jan thought Natalie at least was not being possessive as she turned around 
and walked toward the couch in the corner. She stretched out on her back and 
waited for the inevitable to happen. And it didn't take long to take place. 
For soon Natalie was straddling her and gently brushing the dildo tip across 
her shaved vagina. 

"This is a very expensive copy of a famous black athlete's penis," Natalie 
declared. 

Slowly Jan watched as Natalie shoved the dildo into her. Her pussy muscles 
gripped at the hard, sliding cock. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," Jan cried. 

It surprised Jan to discover that a female lover could prove this arousing 
and stimulating. It was true, the hard, plastic cock felt good shoving in 
her. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out earnestly. 

The two women were going at it now in earnest. 

"Ohhh," Jan cried out in erotic frenzy as she felt the other woman coming on 
strong. 

Natalie brushed her weighty bosoms across the young girls breasts. Jan's 
nipples became erect now as she looked up into Natalie's lustful eyes. 

"Kiss me, my pet," Natalie panted. 

Soon the two women were giving each other a wild, hard screw. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," Jan begged anxiously. 

"Brush your bosoms back and forth," Natalie instructed her. 

Jan had to confess to herself that it was a very erotic feeling to let her 
breasts fly back and forth across the other woman's beautiful bosoms. She 
had never felt any sensation like it. Freddie couldn't duplicate this if he 
wanted to. All he could do was press his hard, hairy chest over her breasts. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out anxiously. 

Seconds later Jan juiced. This inspired Natalie. Breathing heavily now, she 
shoved hard, driving her dildo deep into Jan's pussy hole. Pressing her lips 
suddenly, she came. 

Jan could tell the moment Natalie was juicing. She clutched her tightly, 
squeezing her plump, young ass-cheeks. 

Natalie was pleased that she had scored so triumphantly. 

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" she asked breathlessly. Jan admitted she did. 

"Why not, Natalie?" she smiled. "You know just how to fuck me." 

It pleased Jan that she had been screwed so nicely. 

When Natalie pulled the dildo out of her pussy, she complimented her. 

"You fucked me as fine as Freddie does." 

Natalie sighed heavily and patted her affectionately. 

"That really inspires me." 

Jan couldn't help wonder how Natalie ever became so hooked on doing it with 
another woman. 

"Natalie, would you mind telling me why you like fucking with women?" 

Natalie lit a cigarette, sat down beside her on the bed and thought about it 
before she replied. 

"That's a good question, dear," she admitted candidly, "and I don't know 
whether I have the answer for sure. Maybe it was when I became a beauty 
contest winner. I got tired of all of those miserable men trying to have sex 
with me. It's awful when you're a young girl being surrounded by dirty old 
men who can think of nothing but eating your pussy, if you know what I 
mean." 

Of course Jan understood. 

"I imagine it could get nauseating after awhile," she observed. Smiling at 
her, Natalie nodded. 

"Perhaps it was just too much of a good thing. Anyway, there was a lovely 
young girl that I became fascinated with and I wanted to go down on her. 
Once I had tasted her and discovered eating pussy was delicious, I was 
hooked, honey." 

That certainly was the truth and Natalie knew it was. 

At this point Natalie wanted to do something unique with her lovely, young 
model. However, she was afraid to mention it to her. Noticing something was 
on Natalie's mind, Jan finally asked her: 

"What's on your mind?" 

Natalie shook her head. 

"If you knew what I wanted to do with you," she confessed, "you might think 
I was terrible." 

Only after Jan had promised her she wouldn't think anything of it, did 
Natalie reveal what was on her mind. 

"All right," she finally agreed, "I will tell you. I was thinking of how 
much fun it would be to lick your ass-hole and finger-fuck your pussy at the 
same time." 

Jan was amazed at the lengths Natalie would go to in order to obtain her 
strange, erotic delights. 

"That is different," she admitted. 

"You see," Natalie smiled understandingly, "you think you are uninhibited. 
But you're like all the others." 

Jan considered herself a real rebel. She didn't want Natalie to think 
anything else. 

"That's not the truth at all," she insisted. "I'm raring to go. If you want 
to slide your tongue in my ass-hole, go ahead." 

Rolling over and spreading her beautiful legs, Jan patted her behind. 
Natalie got the point. She crouched behind her, clasping her smooth, round 
buttocks. In no time at all she had her tongue sliding into her rectum. This 
pleased and excited Jan. 

"Yes, yes," she panted passionately as her ass cheeks rocked back and forth. 

She thrilled to the stimulating, erotic sensation of her girl friend's 
tongue sliding up her ass-hole. At the same time Natalie reached underneath 
her and began fingering her pussy. This got her more aroused than ever. 

"Yes, yes," she gasped erotically, "I love it when you lick my behind." 

Natalie understood the importance of letting her finger slide gently back 
and forth across Jan's love button. Noticing Jan had become erect, she did 
her best to please her. Jan wiggled in delight and begged for more. 

"Whip your tongue up my ass-hole," she demanded. 

Natalie was inflamed with desire now. She wanted to get her pussy so hot 
that Jan would instinctively roll over and beg for her to suck her pussy. At 
a certain passionate fever pitch of erotic excitement, it worked. Jan 
instinctively rolled over. 

"Ohhh, feel of me, feel of me," she cried ecstatically. 

Reaching down there, Natalie fingered her ass now and let her tongue slide 
in her pussy. It was a super-erotic exchange. For her tongue gliding in her 
pussy inflamed Jan's passion all the more. Jan threw her legs over Natalie's 
shoulders. She pumped up to her rhythmically. Holding her hands down over 
Jan's head, she forced her further. 

"Suck me, suck me," she panted passionately. 

With her lips pressed firmly against Jan's glistening, pink pussy, she 
sucked. Natalie loved the delicious crotch aroma. She was hungering to have 
her mouth flooding with cum juice. 

The identical feeling was surfacing now in Jan, who kept pumping herself 
forward. She liked to see the other girl's face disappear in her crotch as 
she bobbed up and down. 

"I can't stand it," she gasped as she rutted in her face and juiced. 

Hungrily Natalie sucked her. Her tongue generously circulated inside of her. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "lick me. Suck me, eat me." 

The delicious thrills racing through her body as Natalie's tongue flipped 
smoothly back and forth had her climaxing in multiple orgasms. 

Hungrily Natalie sucked her clean. Once she had finished getting her 
excitement this way, Natalie pulled off. 

"I love to eat you," she admitted. 

Natalie paced the floor now as her conscience bothered her. 

"It's wrong for me to pull you away from Freddie. Oh, forgive me. Forgive 
me." 

Jan was caught in the middle of the act. Freddie was pulling her emotionally 
on one side, while Natalie was tugging away at the other. It was awful to be 
held in the middle like this. She didn't know what to do. 

"I enjoy it so much," Natalie whispered, "that when I see a gorgeous 
lingerie model like you, I know what I've got to do." 

Jan was aware this wasn't the first time. 

"Natalie, was there someone else?" she asked quietly, looking up at the 
older woman. 

For a moment Natalie hesitated to tell her the secret locked in her heart. 

"You can tell me," Jan suggested, thinking it might do Natalie good to get 
her emotions that were troubling her off her chest. 

"Yes," she confessed, "there was a lovely girl. I loved her so much. It was 
a triangle. Her husband loved her, too." 

Jan was curious to know the girl's name. "What was her name?" 

Once more it was difficult for Natalie to reply. "I would rather not talk 
about it," she said huskily. Finally she looked at Jan and told her 
everything. "Her husband hated her because she loved me. One night he came 
to my apartment and caught us together. He killed her." 

That was more than Jan had bargained for. Confronting the reality of the 
ugly triangle and its aftermath was not easy. 

"You see," Natalie explained with a nervous twitch, "sometimes I get fearful 
when a girl admits she has a boyfriend she's making out with. Men are such 
jealous creatures." 

Jan understood completely. She thought it best not to continue the 
conversation any further. 

"That's all in the past," she reminded Natalie. "You mustn't think about it. 
Why ... why do you like me so much?" 

Natalie sat on the edge of the bed and looked into her eyes affectionately. 

"Simply because you remind me of her. I guess I haven't met another model 
since my precious love died who reminded me so much of her." 

Realizing the truth of the situation now made Jan all the more sympathetic 
and understanding toward Natalie. 

"You've been through hell, honey," she nodded, "but forget it. Nothing like 
that is gonna happen with Freddie. He might even enjoy joining in. He's not 
the jealous type." 

Even though Jan was certain of this, Natalie wasn't quite so sure. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The wholesalers' convention for nightwear and lingerie was an occasion when 
Jan had an opportunity to put her beauty on display. 

As she paraded down the ramp in a series of pastel pink, soft blue and light 
yellow negligees, she brought whistles and catcalls from the various men who 
were assembled there to watch the convention fashion shows. 

One of the models eyed Jan suspiciously. She felt that she was being given 
the very best lingerie garments to wear. It bothered her, too. Cathy had 
always been the center of attention at most model shows. After it was all 
over she told Jan exactly what she thought of her. 

"You're upstaging all of us," she snapped, "and I know why." 

It made Jan furious to have anybody get uptight at this point. For she was 
basking in the afterglow of a triumph. 

Looking at Cathy she told her exactly what she thought of her in no 
uncertain terms. 

"It's obvious you're jealous. You have good reason to be. dear." 

That was more than Cathy could bear. 

"You're going to bed with Natalie," she blurted, "and that's why you get all 
the breaks." 

A couple of other models overheard what Cathy had to say. Jan was 
embarrassed. At this inopportune moment Natalie came in to congratulate the 
girls. 

"Girls, girls," she cried out happily, "we've scored a real success. I'm 
proud of you all." 

For a moment the fight between Cathy and Jan was forgotten. But the instant 
Natalie slipped out of the room, it continued 

"How does it feel to go to bed with another woman?" Cathy smirked. 

Cathy was on something and Jan knew it. 

"What are you smoking, honey?" she asked her. "Or are you shooting the 
stuff?' 

Cathy blanched. It was true. But she didn't care to hear it from anyone and 
certainly not from someone she loathed so much. 

At this point Jan decided she couldn't work for Natalie any longer. With her 
hands to her eyes she began sobbing. In a moment Natalie was in the dressing 
room. She saw what was happening and looked at Cathy. 

"What did you say to her?" Natalie demanded furiously. Cathy shrugged. 

"I asked you," she repeated, "what did you say to get Jan crying like this?" 

Turning around, Cathy walked casually away as she started to undress. But 
that wasn't all of it. For Jan revealed exactly what she'd said. 
Fortunately, the other girls left the three of them alone. 

"She said I was going to bed with you." 

Jan looked up through misty eyes as Natalie angrily challenged Cathy to a 
fight. 

"You get your fucking ass out of here and quick," Natalie snapped in a 
truck-driver tone. 

Cathy got the point. 

"I can see I'm not wanted around here," she quipped. 

"No more lip from you," Natalie urged as she got dressed and left. 

After the girls had dressed and gone and Natalie was left alone with Jan, 
she put her arm around her comfortingly. 

"I'm sorry about this episode," she shrugged. "That horrid girl will never 
work again in modeling. I can see to that." 

Jan's eyes brightened. 

"She's a dreadful human being." 

"I know she is," Natalie confessed, "and I should have gotten rid of her a 
long time ago." 

Jan had a date with Freddie and this bothered Natalie. 

"Let's go out and celebrate," Natalie suggested coyly. "We could have a 
champagne dinner at the top of the Stevens Hotel." 

Jan had to tell her she had other plans. 

"I'm terribly sorry, Natalie," she explained, "but I do have a date. You 
know, Freddie and I are going pretty steady now." 

Raising an arched eyebrow, Natalie asked her point blank, "Maybe Freddie 
would like to come along. We always could wind up at an orgy at my place." 

Jan was against that. 

"No way," she told her, shaking her head. "I won't have it." 

When Jan met Freddie that evening, Freddie could immediately see something 
was troubling her. 

"What wrong?" Freddie asked as they drove down the freeway to a restaurant 
for dinner. 

"Oh, nothing," she replied looking away. 

Freddie patted her thigh affectionately. 

"Honey, you know I love you, don't you?" he smiled. 

"Of course I do," she nodded. 

Freddie was curious to know all about the first modeling show that Jan had 
ever been in. Jan told him everything, except about the battle in the 
dressing room after the show. 

"You should be sitting on top of the world," he told her. "I have a feeling 
you're gonna go places as a model. You're so beautiful." 

Following dinner Freddie suggested they stop off at a motel. 

"Why not go to your place?" she smiled, not understanding what he was 
driving at. 

"I don't have fuck films at my place," he explained. 

The idea of going to a motel to look at erotic films didn't exactly appeal 
to Jan. 

"I think that's perverted," she told Freddie. 

"No, it isn't, honey," Freddie said, trying his best to coax her to his 
view. 

"I should be enough for you," Jan exploded, tears misting her eyes. "The men 
really loved me today. You should have heard them whistle and clap. I'll bet 
you that if I went with one of them on a date, he wouldn't suggest going to 
watch fuck flicks while he's screwing me. That's an insult, Freddie." 

Freddie recognized that now that she was getting attention from many other 
sources she was not going to be the same sweet, little Jan that he'd always 
known. Instead, he was going to have to deal with a girl whose ego was 
constantly being pumped up by the hot, erotic feelings of the different men. 
But he tried to make the most of it. 

Eventually Freddie convinced Jan that she should join him at the motel. 

"Do you remember that bracelet you wanted?" he asked her, using some 
strategy. 

"You mean that ivory bracelet, Freddie?" she grinned up at him eagerly. 

"That's the one I was talking about," he assured her. 

"Oh, Freddie, you shouldn't have done it," she told him. 

Freddie rather sheepishly admitted he hadn't done it yet, but he was 
planning on it. 

"Don't build my hopes up," she complained. "You got me all excited over 
nothing, Freddie. You're terrible." 

Freddie saw that he would have to think of something fast. 

"I was lucky that the store could get an ivory bracelet in at all," he 
hedged. "They had difficulty ordering it. That's why I couldn't give it to 
you now. I'm waiting for it to be shipped from India." 

Freddie's hasty explanation changed the whole complexion of her frustration. 

"Oh, you're wonderful," he told him. "I'm sorry. I can't blame you because 
it takes time to get it here from India. That's a long way, isn't it, 
Freddie?" 

Freddie nodded. He was reaching over now and gently stroking her thigh. She 
was amenable to any suggestion Freddie had to make. He pulled his car to a 
halt when he got off the freeway and parked at the motel. 

Looking around at the huge neon sign that advertised, "Waterbeds and Adult 
Movies," Jan immediately knew what Freddie had in mind. He drove to the back 
part of the motel and Jan insisted he buy something to drink. She was still 
thinking of Natalie and the champagne for the celebration. 

MWhv don't you buy some champagne, Freddie?" she suggested. 

Freddie preferred beer, but he got champagne for her. The problem with Jan 
was that she always got stoned out of her gourd with a couple of drinks. 
When she got too loaded she couldn't perform sexually for him. 

"Now, Freddie," she told him, "I'm going to show you how I modeled the 
negligees." 

She took off all of her clothes and paraded proudly back and forth across 
the motel room as if she were on the ramp, displaying herself before the 
convention. 

"Look, I'm not here to buy any negligees," Freddie said, slipping out of his 
tight-fitting shorts and looking at her hungrily. 

"All right," she smiled as she went over to the bed. 

Freddie knew what he wanted. But he was afraid to ask her. 

"I ... I want you to suck me," he told her, "all over." Freddie was lying 
back on the bed now with his legs spread. He propped himself up on a pillow 
and reached down to gently stroke himself. "All right," Jan agreed. 

Jan went over to him naked now. She slipped her hands gently under Freddie's 
ass cheeks. Slowly she let her tongue slide all around his anal opening. 

Freddie enjoyed the stimulating sensation of Jan's tongue as it whipped back 
and forth across his bare bottom. He liked it most of all as her tongue 
licked along his ass crease. 

Her hand reached up to grasp his throbbing, hard penis. 

"Pull on it," Freddie insisted. 

Her hand pulled rhythmically now, while her tongue slid smoothly right up 
his ass crack. 

Freddie thrilled to the stimulating sensation of her tongue sliding up his 
tight butt. 

"Ohhh," he groaned in an erotic frenzy, "that really feels fantastic. Keep 
your tongue pumping up my ass." 

She continued flipping her tongue up his rectum while never missing a beat 
with her hand movements. 

Jan kept her eyes open. She enjoyed seeing Freddie's swollen testicles 
become larger. She liked the erotic sensation of his ass wiggling as her 
tongue snaked up his rectum. 

"Way up there," Freddie panted as he watched her tongue fucking his rectum. 

Jan continued pulling on his throbbing, long penis, getting him more aroused 
every moment. 

"Ohhh," Freddie gasped as he felt her tongue stabbing up his rectum now with 
hard, driving force. 

She continued whipping her tongue up his butt as he became more aroused than 
ever. 

"Ohhh," Freddie groaned in a frenzy, "I love it when you lick me like that, 
Jan. You put real feeling into your tongue fucking." 

It pleased Jan when Freddie would compliment her on her ability to arouse 
him sexually. 

"Come on," he panted as he pushed her hand away from his penis and he 
grabbed his throbbing male member himself, beginning to jack off his 
cockmeat in earnest. 

Freddie knew he would get the rhythm better than her. He was eager to bring 
his cock to the point of climax. At that moment he would grab her by the 
hair and shove her face down over his hard penis and feed it to her. 

"Suck me," he whispered enticingly. "Suck me." 

She was anxious to satisfy him. She wanted to have her mouth full of his 
creamy hot cum. But Freddie always had to be the aggressor. For it wouldn't 
be lady-like, Jan figured, if she acted too eager. 

Freddie's hot hand continued pulling on his mammoth male member as her 
tongue went riding up his rectum. When he reached that hot flash point when 
he was ready to shoot his load in her mouth, he told her to suck him off. 

Whipping her tongue from Freddie's tight behind, she licked lustfully up the 
underside of his shaft. She planted her mouth firmly over his cock and 
sucked hungrily. Her lips fastened tighter on his hard penis as she sucked 
anxiously. At hot splash of cum surged in her mouth now. 

"Eat it," Freddie grunted as he let his hot sperm splash in her mouth. 

At the same time he let his hand firmly grip the back of her head as he held 
Her there. He wanted to make sure she didn't Dull off his shooting cock head 
at the moment of climax. He wanted to be sure she would suck and swallow 
every drop of his thick, creamy sperm. 

She continued sucking on his rock-hard cock, getting him more aroused than 
ever. 

"Eat me," he whispered enticingly. "Suck the cream out of my prick." 

She sucked hard, drawing all of the juice out of his manhood. Freddie was 
pleased now as he felt her hungrily eating him. 

Pulling off his cock head, he told her what he expected. 

"Swing your ass around here," he demanded. "I want to lick your pussy hole 
while you lick my behind." 

She immediately got into the position he suggested. As she straddled his 
face, she lowered her crotch. At the same time she bent over. Jan let her 
face get even with his ass. She was watching now as the reflection in the 
mirror gave them both a complete picture of what was happening. 

There she was, shoving her ass over Freddie's face. And at the same time 
Freddie was getting hard again as her tongue licked his ass crack. 

First Freddie ate out her ass. Then he moved to her pussy. He finger fucked 
her ass-hole while he ate her box. His tongue flipped smoothly back and 
forth across her love button. She was delirious with excitement at this 
erotic moment. 

"Ohhh," Freddie panted, "just like that. Yes, yes." 

The delicious intensity of what she was doing now had him completely turned 
on. He loved the way she would caress and massage his balls with her finger 
tips. He enjoyed the stimulating manner in which she would lick his 
ass-hole. Sparing nothing, Jan kept her tongue whipping up his behind. 

Freddie was wiggling all over the bed. He could hardly stay still as the 
intense pleasure he was experiencing drove him out of his mind. 

At the same time his eyes were open. He liked to clasp her round, smooth 
ass-cheeks while his tongue eased in and out of her hot, sticky hole. 

Soon she was juicing. Freddie did have a marvelous way of licking her. She 
enjoyed the manner in which he caressed her silken ass cheeks. 

When she had juiced and he'd sucked her up, she pulled away. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It wasn't long before Freddie was ready to introduce her to another kind of 
sex. This troubled her. For she knew very well that he was getting so 
bizarre in his sexual appetites that he might stop at nothing. 

"I've been looking at you as you paraded around," he grinned, "and you do 
have a mighty cute ass." 

Jan didn't know what this was leading to, but she was suspicious. 

"As a matter-of-fact," Freddie suggested slyly, "I ought to stick it." 

She didn't have long to wait for him to illustrate what he meant. 

"Just in case you would let me slide it up your behind," he informed her 
flatly, "I brought along a tube of KY." 

Jan didn't know what he was talking about. But Freddie quickly made himself 
understood. Sliding the tube of KY out of a briefcase he had brought into 
the motel room with him. he demonstrated. Standing naked before the mirror, 
he grasped his meaty cock. He applied the slippery surgical jelly called KY 
to his huge, throbbing penis. His cock glistened now. 

"Let's do it dog style," he told her. 

This was almost more than she could bear. 

"Freddie, you've got a big cock and I've got a small ass-hole," she shook 
her head. 

Placing her hands protectively over her behind, she walked over to the bed 
and stretched out. 

"You ought to be satisfied slipping it in my pussy. You sure expect a lot." 

Freddie realized he did expect a lot. But he wasn't ashamed for one moment 
of his innermost, erotic lusts. 

"You enjoy it," he told her as he walked menacingly toward the bed. Jan 
wasn't so sure. 

"Let me just whip your ass with my leather belt," he told her, "and I will 
jack off. That would really give me a charge." 

That, too, sounded strange and bizarre, but Jan didn't think it would hurt 
anything. Nodding reluctantly, she rolled over. She placed her arms on the 
pillows so Freddie could have a good view of her round, curving ass cheeks. 

In the meantime, Freddie pulled his leather belt from his pants. Going over 
to her he lightly tapped her silken buttocks. As he began increasing the 
pressure that he was applying to her behind, she howled in pain and protest. 

"Stop it, damn it," she exclaimed anxiously. "What the fuck do you think 
you're doing?" 

Freddie had the wild-eyed look of a sadist in his eyes. It was quite 
apparent that he was enjoying this strange, erotic activity. 

"I'm jacking off and whipping your butt," he smiled like a little boy 
finding a new toy. 

As the increased pressure on her rear applied by the belt lashes caused her 
intense pain, she protested. 

"Stop it, Freddie," she told him. "Damn it, can't you stick it in my pussy 
like any other normal guy?" 

Freddie wasn't so easily put off. 

"I'm as normal as blueberry pie," he smiled, "but I like to beat your ass 
and I would really go out of my mind if you would let me fuck you there." 

Rather than have her bare back and bottom blemished with red marks from the 
belt lashes, she finally consented. 

"You know how to get your way, one way or another, don't you?" 

Freddie laughed as he looked at her. "Yes," he nodded. 

Disgustedly now, Jan positioned herself on all fours. She thought it was a 
very demeaning position and resented it. However, Freddie loved it. Mounting 
her from behind, his hands grasped at her soft naked buttocks, his fingers 
probing wantonly her yielding flesh. His thumbs parted the smooth white 
cheeks of her ass, and Jan groaned as she felt the rush of cool air into her 
naked crotch. 

His long, thick cock rode up eagerly between her white ass cheeks. Spreading 
them apart, with its hugeness and she whimpered excitedly as the 
blood-heated tip slid over the trembling lips of her anus. Before she knew 
what was happening, the rubbery-thick knob of his prick pushed unexpectedly 
against the clenched nether lips of her rectum until they gave with a 
plopping noise and he was inside her, deeply burrowed in the warm anal grip 
of her ass-hole. 

"Unngghhh! Aaaawww, you're killing me! God, take it out! I can't stand it. 
I'll split in half from your big dick in my ass," she screamed. 

But there was no stopping him now. Instinctively, Jan tightened her rectum 
in a last-ditch attempt to force him out of her bowels, but the tightening 
only increased the fervor of his wanton sodomization as the soft clinging 
grip of her anus closed arousingly around his stiff prick. He started now to 
fuck her cruelly, with long hard thrusts that poked literally into her 
belly, right up the nether sheath of her ass. His balls swung heavily up 
between her trembling, sweat-drenched thighs and rubbed the pink folds of 
her pussy as he fucked her, adding unwanted arousal to her incredible pain. 

"Fuck it," he told her. "Shove back." 

Jan began recognizing Freddie expected a rocking rhythm. She shoved back so 
he could ride in. Freddie alternated the tempo of his cock stabs. One moment 
he would drive it in with hard, deep strokes. The next moment he would slow 
the tempo of his cock stabs. 

"Fuck," Freddie exclaimed passionately as he pumped it to her. "Fuck it." 

He was riding in hard now. She was enjoying it. 

"Ohhh," he groaned, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Fuck, fuck." 

Frantically he rode his cock all the way up her ass-hole. He was determined 
to give her a wild ride. 

"Keep your tail twisting," he commanded. 

Jan recognized the importance of keeping her ass in motion as Freddie 
finished getting his rocks off. She kept her ass churning around as his 
throbbing, long penis pumped forward insistently. 

"Ohhh," he told her, "I love it when you screw me like that. Come on, fuck, 
fuck." 

The delicious sensation of his throbbing cock stabbing up her ass-hole had 
her completely aroused now. With her loins on fire, she kept her tail 
twisting, enjoying it more every moment. 

"Fuck me, Freddie," she panted. 

Freddie continually pumped his cock up her ass until he felt himself ready 
to explode. With a few hard thrusts he finally got it off. Letting out a 
groan of erotic pleasure, he let her know how much he enjoyed it. His hard, 
throbbing penis stabbed up her behind a couple more times and then he pulled 
out, with a lurid plopping sound, his cum splashing on her bare buttocks. 

Rolling over, he looked at her delightedly. 

"You're a beautiful girl," he told her. "I'll bet you're the top model 
Natalie has at the lingerie shop." 

It pleased Jan to hear him speak like this. However, it was frustrating to 
think of the jealousy she was encountering at Natalie's model shop. It was 
apparent to her that the girl's outburst in the dressing room amounted to 
jealousy. While it had surfaced with one girl, it probably lingered with 
other girls. For each girl longed to be the top model. Only one model could 
be the star of the show, and Jan knew she was that model. 

Looking at her lovely bosoms now Freddie moved over closer to her. He let 
his hand wander over her bountiful breasts and gently pressed his finger 
tips on her distended nipples and started sucking on one while he massaged 
the other. 

Enjoying the erotic sensation of his mouth pressing on her breast while he 
let his hand wander down to her crotch, she responded to his touch. 
Inserting two fingers in her vagina, he began gently playing with her there. 
She loved the intrusion of his agile fingers in her pink, juicy pussy. Most 
of all she enjoyed it when he would ever so gently massage her clitoris. 
Finally he got down there and held her ass cheeks up in the air as he 
plunged his tongue into her hot pussy hole. She wiggled with delight and 
despair as he ate her there. 

Recognizing that she must be oversexed, she let herself go. Her pelvis 
pumped back in time to Freddie's tongue stabs. Reaching down, she let her 
fingers wander through Freddie's curly hair. 

"Eat me, eat me," she cried breathlessly. 

While Freddie's tongue gently slid in her vagina, his finger lightly 
caressed around her ass cheeks. Eventually he let his finger slip in her 
ass. Freddie kept time with his finger in her ass-hole, with his tongue 
flipping in her pussy. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, she pumped 
back. He was feeling more wonderful every moment. Crying out, she begged 
him: 

"Eat me. Suck my pussy. Suck me, suck me." 

The passionate sensations that she experienced now had her trembling. 

"Eat me, eat me," she cried out in a frenzy. 

Hungrily Freddie sucked her up. 

When she had finished juicing and he'd withdrawn his tongue from her pussy 
and his finger from her ass-hole, he told her that he wouldn't mind having a 
three-way. 

"I thought you cared for me, Freddie," she whispered as she let her legs 
fall from his shoulders. 

Freddie was resting his head on her crotch now and smiling. 

"I always say it's fun to play," he explained, "and two girls are better 
than one." 

Jan didn't appreciate Freddie's flippant comment. She calculated that she 
was a top sex symbol. 

"Why don't you find yourself another girl, Freddie?" she suggested. 

Freddie knew how to get Jan back under his thumb. 

"Remember, Jan," he reminded her, "I can always find another girl. That 
chick I broke up with to go with you is just waiting for me." 

Remembering Joyce and her big bosoms and what a fuss she made when Freddie 
broke up with her, Jan felt a flush of fear go through her. She didn't like 
the idea of another girl interesting Freddie. 

"You can monitor what I'm doing if I have a three-way," Freddie told her. 

Rage overcame Jan as she thought about the frustrating position he was 
placing her in. 

"I need time to think it over, lover," she told him in a coaxing, caressing 
voice. 

Freddie was agreeable. He would give her time but he didn't say how much 
time. 

The next day in Natalie's lingerie shop, Natalie spoke with her 
confidentially. 

"We've got to cool it around the other girls, honey," she warned her. 
"They're getting jealous. They say that I'm playing favorites with you." 

Jan didn't feel the criticism was fair. 

"Even if you weren't so fond of me," she said, smiling knowingly, "I feel 
sure that I would be the top model. Because I really am the most beautiful 
girl you have at your shop." 

Natalie was fully aware of the kind of ego that Jan possessed. She was 
equally aware that she'd helped contribute to that ego and it was annoying 
her now. 

"Yes, dear," Natalie smiled without humor, "but I have to run a business. If 
I have all of the girls uptight, they won't do their best work. We are 
giving a ladies fashion show next Wednesday. I have decided to give Donna a 
star spot." 

Jealousy flashed in Jan's eyes. She didn't hesitate to tell Natalie her 
feelings. 

"I guess you've got a crush on Donna now." 

Natalie knew that was coming. She was prepared for it. 

"You've got a nerve to attack me like that," she snapped huskily. "Do you 
know what I think of you? If you don't by now, you're a pretty silly fool." 

When it was reconfirmed in Jan's opinion that she still held top spot in 
Natalie's heart, she felt better. 

The modeling show went off as scheduled the following Wednesday. Donna was 
delighted that she'd been selected to star and didn't mind lording it over 
Jan. 

"How does it feel to be just another model?" Donna asked her once the show 
was over. 

Jan knew enough to hold her rage inside. She didn't reply. 

"Didn't you hear me?" Donna repeated. 

"Congratulations," Jan said with a menacing voice. 

Natalie was watching on the sidelines to make sure no outbursts similar to 
the one that occurred the first time her luscious, young girl friend had 
been the star model, would be repeated. Fortunately, nothing like that 
happened. 

After the other girls had gone, Natalie asked Jan to come home with her. 

"I was thinking of phoning Freddie," she told her. 

"Freddie can find his fuck somewhere else tonight," Natalie said evenly. 

Natalie always did give Jan a good time. 

"I'm gonna give you this entire wardrobe free," she told her, showing her 
some clothes off the rack. 

This pleased Jan. She went with Natalie to her posh apartment. 

"Tonight," Natalie told her as she glided into her bedroom, "I want you to 
wear the dildo." 

That would be a completely new experience for her. Jan decided that she 
would go along with it. 

"All right," she agreed, looking at the strange dildo. 

The pink, plastic penis did intrigue and attract her. Strapping it onto 
herself gave her a feeling of domination and power. She imagined how proud 
Freddie felt having his own natural, huge cock between his legs. Maybe it 
wasn't the real thing, Jan thought to herself, but it certainly was a damned 
good facsimile. 

Jan was eager to demonstrate her skill at using it. She had it on tight now 
and her girl friend stretched out on the bed. Natalie patted her pussy and 
told her to get down there and lick it first. Jan wasn't accustomed to being 
told to be an active participant in such an encounter. However, on Natalie's 
suggestion and remembering the wardrobe, she got down there and licked at 
her clitoris. Holding her ass cheeks firmly, she let her tongue flip in 
rhythmically. She could tell when Natalie was becoming aroused as she 
started juicing. 

Pulling her tongue out of her, she was about to let the dildo slip in, but 
Natalie objected. Reaching down, Natalie held her head there. 

"While you're there, honey," she suggested, "lick it!" 

Her tongue flipped back and forth across her erect love button. A few more 
strokes and Natalie was juicing. Jan held her lips tightly over Natalie's 
crotch, hungrily lapping up her pussy juices. 

Eating her like this was inspiring. It got Natalie totally turned-on and 
excited. 

"When you lick it like that, lover," she admitted to her, her voice 
quivering with emotion, "you don't know how horny you get me." 

Judging from the way she was juicing, Jan had a fairly good idea. 

Jan straddled her now and guided the pink, plastic cock into Natalie's pussy 
hole. Natalie's vagina gripped the thrusting, sliding penis. It was amazing 
how wonderful it felt to be on top. She enjoyed it. 

"Ohhh," Natalie groaned in erotic frenzy as she threw her legs around Jan's 
legs and pumped back. "Screw me." 

It was a great pleasure for Jan to pump it to her. She liked it as Natalie's 
hands reached to grip her round ass cheeks. She enjoyed it even more as 
Natalie finger fucked her ass-hole. 

The passionate frenzy that she felt now had her completely aroused. 

"Ohhh," she groaned, "I love it when you do it like that. Yes, yes." 

The thrilling sensations had her trembling. 

"Screw me, screw me," she cried. 

Learning how a man must feel when he's on top of a woman, Jan fucked her 
furiously. She loved having Natalie's fingers sliding up her ass-hole while 
she was driving it in her. It didn't take the women long to cum. Brushing 
their bosoms against each other and pressing their hot lips against each 
other's mouth, they came. 

"Ohhh," Natalie groaned as she juiced. 

The two women clung to each other. 

"You're so beautiful," Natalie whispered, her eyes ablaze with erotic lust. 

After they had both finished climaxing, they pulled apart. Jan pulled out of 
Natalie and lay back on the bed. Natalie got up and lit a cigarette, then 
poured herself a drink. 

"When are you gonna bring Freddie over here?" she smiled. 

Her suggestion hit her like a thunderbolt. Freddie was asking for her to 
bring another playmate. Wasn't she enough? 

It really angered her to think that each sexual partner that she was making 
it with was asking for another participant. She wasn't oriented toward an 
orgy. It was really upsetting to her to be treated like this. 

With despair and disgust, Jan snapped, "Don't you think I'm a good enough 
piece of ass alone?" 

Natalie didn't like anyone talking sharply to her. 

"I was only thinking of your pleasure," she told her. 

Jan explained what Freddie had suggested. 

"You see," she said disgustedly, "Freddie suggested the same fucking thing. 
When someone finishes screwing me, I want them to say it was beautiful and 
they're on a cloud or something. That's the way I feel, damn it." 

In a rage, Jan got off the bed, unstrapped the sticky dildo and tossed it to 
the floor. 

"My carpets," Natalie shrieked in dismay and disgust as she pulled the dildo 
from the floor and came back to wipe the carpet clean. 

"If you'd worry more about my feelings and less about your carpet, we'd get 
along much better," Jan smirked. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A couple of days later Freddie told Jan that he suspicioned something was 
going on between her and Natalie. 

"Why do you say that?" she smiled innocently. "I guess it's my sixth sense," 
Freddie told her bluntly. 

"It's a dreadful thing for you to suggest about Natalie," Jan declared, 
trying to keep her affairs with Natalie as secret as possible. 

"I can't help it if I feel that way," Freddie told her flatly. "I don't know 
what it is. I guess it's my masculine antenna. I picked up some vibration 
from that babe." 

Freddie took her to a drive-in. 

"They have a triple horror show tonight," he told her, "and I thought maybe 
we could do it in the back seat. I still get excited fucking in the back 
seat of my car." 

Jan thought Freddie was sick. 

"You're a big boy now, Freddie," she told him. "You've had your own 
apartment for over a year. We're out of high school. We don't have to do it 
in the back seat anymore." 

Freddie shook his head. 

"It makes sex seem so dirty doing it there," he told her, "and that's what I 
like. I like it when I feel slimy." 

They got to the drive-in and Jan looked at what was showing. It really 
bothered her to have to see such a dullo triple bill. There was "The House 
That Dripped Blood," combined with "The Creature from the Black Lagoon," and 
topped off with "Dracula's Bride." 

Freddie did stop and get a large tub of popcorn as well as Cokes. Jan was 
glad for that. At least there would be a short period of time when Freddie 
wouldn't have his fingers on her but would be busy dipping them into the 
popcorn tub. 

He got his fingers in the popcorn so fast that Jan noticed to her dismay 
he'd finished in less than ten minutes. Just when she was beginning to get 
interested in the horror movie, Freddie's hands were all over her. 

"You might use that paper napkin to wipe the butter off your fingers before 
you slip them into me," she told him. 

When Freddie opened the glove compartment and pulled out a banana, she was 
stunned. 

"What did you bring the banana along for?" she asked him. "Can't you get it 
up anymore?" 

Freddie didn't find that funny. 

"I wanted to try something different," he explained. "I saw a porno show the 
other night and this guy was nibbling a banana out of the dame's hole. I 
hope you don't mind if I want to eat a banana out of your pussy." 

She did mind, but she wasn't going to make a fuss. 

"Do anything you want," she shrugged. 

Spreading her legs to make it easy for Freddie, she threw her skirt back. 
Pulling her panties down, she watched while he inserted the banana in her 
pussy hole. Soon he was nibbling at the tip of the banana. It did feel good 
to have him down there playing with her ass cheeks while he ate the banana. 
He plunged the banana deep in her pussy and pulled it out slowly as he 
nibbled it. It did provide Jan with a strange form of erotic pleasure to see 
him hungrily eating her in this unusual manner. 

"You're a nut, Freddie," she admitted, "but I love what you're doing to me 
now." 

She was enjoying it enormously. And so was Freddie. He pulled the sticky 
banana from her juicing pussy and ate it. Then he got in there and sucked 
her pussy. Once more his tongue lightly lapped and caressed her pink, moist 
vagina. He got a flashlight so he could look at her pink beauty. He liked to 
see her glistening and wet there. 

"Ohhh, Freddie," she panted as she gripped his head and guided him, "I love 
it when you do that. Yes, yes." 

Freddie continually kept his tongue lashing across her erect love button 
until she juiced again and again. 

Sucking her dry now, he pulled his tongue out. He looked at her with 
adoration. 

"You really drive me ape," he told her. 

It pleased her that he obviously cared so much. 

Once Freddie got his fill and had pulled his tongue out of her moist vagina, 
he suggested they crawl into the back seat. 

She got over in the back seat and he surprised her. When he pulled down his 
pants and his shorts, he held out a container of whipped cream. He pressed 
the button and whipped cream surged all over the crown of his cock. Grasping 
his huge, throbbing penis, she licked the whipped cream off the tip of it. 
It did taste good to her. Freddie was using a little imagination. 

Next he arched his body forward as he slid out of his shoes, shorts, socks 
and pants. He was naked now and wanted her to spray the whipped cream around 
his ass crack. 

When she had completed the task of pressing the button at the top of the 
whipped cream container and let the whipped cream flash across his round ass 
cheeks, she put it down on the car seat. Then clasping his thighs, she got 
her head in there and began licking his ass-hole. Freddie loved the 
stimulating sensation of her tongue sliding around his ass. 

"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy as she sucked on his hot, tight ass-hole. 

Her hot tongue flipped right up his rectum. He twisted around in erotic 
delight at this point. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he pumped his own penis while she ate out his 
whipped-cream ass. 

Looking at Freddie's bloated balls and seeing the swelling size of his 
penis, Jan recognized it was time she blew him. She almost resented the way 
he jacked off his own penis. She felt he was trying to tell her that he 
could do it better. But she knew she could give him a better jack job if he 
would only give her the opportunity. 

"I've finished sucking your ass-hole, Freddie," she told him. "I'm ready to 
lick off your prick." 

Freddie was happy now. He was eager to see her going up and down on his 
shiny, long shaft. Wasting no time, he watched as she licked his long, hard 
penis. His cock throbbed as her head bobbed up and down. 

"Suck my cock off," he grunted at, he watched her. "Suck me, suck me." 

Freddie felt her finger tips caressing and massaging his large balls while 
her hands played around his bare ass cheeks. Soon she was fingering his 
ass-hole as she sucked him off. 

"Suck my prick," he begged her. "Suck it. I'm gonna juice real quick." 

She held his penis firmly as she sucked. She was anxious to swallow the 
thick cream. Jan liked the taste of Freddie. His hands reached out as he lec 
his fingers slide through her hair. 

Just as he exploded his load in her mouth and she was swallowing it, a 
flashlight beamed in the back seat. A voice called out mockingly, "Mustn't 
give blow jobs at drive-ins." 

The cackling laughter of a sinister voyeur who was watching them, got 
Freddie furious. Instantly he pushed Jan off his penis. 

"Damned those crazy people around here," he snapped indignantly. 

It really got Jan furious to see how he was acting. Freddie quickly got his 
clothes back on. They hastily got back in the front seat of the car together 
and then drove away. 

"Sure are a lot of sex maniacs in this world," he complained as he dropped 
her off at her house. 

When Freddie didn't call for a few days, she figured hat perhaps he had gone 
back to his former girl friend, Joyce. This troubled her. 

She called up her friend, Alice, and asked her what he should do. 

"The only thing you can do is fight fire with fire," Alice told Jan quite 
honestly. "Find another boyfriend fast. Check out where Freddie is going. 
Then show up at some disco where he is and flaunt yourself in front of him 
as if you were having a wonderful time with another man. That always brings 
them back." 

Jan thanked Alice for the suggestion. However, it wasn't so easy to find 
someone, Jan realized. Nevertheless, she figured she might as well try. 

She had heard plenty about picking up guys at bars. But she had never tried 
it herself as she thought it was indecent to do that. However, she figured 
that now was the right time to try it. 

Natalie was concerned about Jan. She sensed that something was wrong. One 
day she asked her point blank if she and Freddie had split up. 

"You might say that," Jan admitted. 

Natalie was excited and pleased about that. She felt as though she could 
come on stronger now. 

'These fellows are so fickle," Natalie complained. "I remember when I was 
going with Dave. He was always keeping me on the string while he chased 
other women." 

It surprised Jan to hear Natalie tell about her other loves. 

"Didn't you think I could capture a man?" Natalie asked as she rose to her 
feet and proudly displayed her still very attractive body for Jan's benefit. 

"You're very lovely, Natalie," Jan agreed. "I just thought you liked women." 

Natalie quickly put that idea to rest. 

"I'm a switch-hitter, honey," she told her. "I play it as it lays, so to 
speak. If a man appeals to me one night, I go to bed with him. If I find a 
woman who appeals to me another night, she's in luck." 

Natalie did have a way of putting things that indicated she had quite a tall 
ego. 

"I'm gonna find someone and teach Freddie a lesson," Jan explained her 
strategy. 

"Good for you," Natalie told her. "Rub it into the old guy. Let him realize 
you've got plenty on the bail." 

That night Jan went to a bar. She found a young stud who was hot to go to 
bed with her. She hoped that he would be available for other dates. The last 
thing she wanted was a one-night stand. If their relationship was going to 
have any significance for her, he would have to be available to go to 
discotheques and restaurants where Freddie would be with his girl friend. 

The young man introduced himself to her anxiously. 

"My name is Jeff," he told her, once she had permitted him to buy a drink 
for her. "Now what is your name?" 

"Jan," she said breathlessly. "I'm so pleased to meet you, Jeff. This is a 
big night." 

Jeff wondered why she said that. 

"Do you believe in astrology?" she smiled. 

"Can't say as I've given it much thought," Jeff admitted. 

"I do," she told him frankly, "and I read my horoscope today. It said I was 
going to meet a new man." Jeff laughed. 

"Well, I'm new," he told her, "and I sure would like to get better 
acquainted with you. I don't want to appear like a fast operator or 
anything, but I am real horny." 

Jan wanted to make sure he was telling her the truth. Unhesitatingly she 
reached over to him under the bar and let her hand feel of his bulging 
crotch. Pulling it away quickly as if she had placed her hand on a hot 
stove, she looked up at him and nodded. 

"You are telling the truth. You've got a hard-on that won't stop." 

Jeff got out a coin collection to let Jan get some erotic ideas about what 
he had in mind. 

"Did you ever see this erotic coin collection?" he smiled. 

She looked at it and soon was smiling and laughing. The first coin he handed 
her was representative of a couple doing a sixty-nine. The next coin showed 
a woman with her legs spread and a man's head buried between her thighs. 

"You're quite a coin collector," she smiled as she saw the third coin 
depicting a woman on her knees bending over a man's throbbing, long penis. 

Now she was hot to go to bed herself. 

"I wouldn't mind having a little of that attention myself," she whispered. 

Jan began to think that he would be a lot of fun to make it with. However, 
she knew she would have to keep Jeff on the leash long enough to get Freddie 
back. It was necessary to play her cards wisely. 

As they drove in Jeff's car to a motel, she told him that she hoped he 
wouldn't think she was cheap. 

"How do I know if you're cheap or not?" he slurred drunkenly. "You haven't 
named your price yet." 

That really got her angry. 

"I don't charge," she told him. "I do things with men because I enjoy the 
sexual relations. I'm not a slut or a whore." 

Jeff apologized quickly. 

"I'm very sorry," he told her. "I am pleased that you are not a girl who 
wants to charge a lot for her pussy. I always enjoy finding someone who 
enjoys sex as much as I do." 

She nodded at him and smiled anxiously. 

"You've got the right idea," he told her. 

He pulled off at a nearby motel and Jan immediately recognized it was the 
same place she'd gone to before with Freddie. To her utter amazement and 
shock, she saw Freddie's car parked at the back of the motel parking lot. It 
got her so angry she didn't feel like having sex at all. She wanted to rush 
into Freddie's room in a rage and tell him what a whoremonger she thought he 
was. Picking up on the fact that something was bothering her, Jeff asked her 
what was the matter. 

Jan did everything she could to conceal her feelings. 

She knew if she ever revealed to Jeff that she was actually trying to use 
him, he would naturally become uptight about it. 

"Oh, nothing," she mumbled nervously. 

When they were in the motel room, the first thing Jeff did was go over to 
the television and turn on the adult color erotic movies. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The erotic movies seemed to heat Jeff up even more. He slowly removed his 
clothes as he watched a beautiful black girl going down on a white guy. The 
girl was licking all around his body. She began at his face, licking his 
eyelids and then on down to his shoulders. She worked her way to his erotic 
zones. Her tongue flipped back and forth across his round ass cheeks and 
finally when he had his legs upraised, she tongue fucked his behind. 

Pointing at the TV screen as he finished undressing, Jeff told Jan frankly 
that he would like that. 

"I like to get a girl who will suck out my ass," he told her flatly. 

"Let's take a shower," Jan suggested. 

Jeff was a new lover and she felt it safest to shower with him first. 

Jan knew how to undress so as to entice her newfound lover. Slowly she 
slipped out of her clothes. She made it a point to linger at her 
undergarments, hesitating just long enough to get him all the more horny for 
her body. As he watched her hands slipping under her sheer panties, he got 
more aroused than ever. She finally slid out of her panties, revealing her 
shaved mound. This pleased Jeff, whose eyes lit up. 

"Hmmm, nice," he grinned. 

Jan looked down shyly, pretending she was the innocent little girl. Jeff 
suspected it was basically an act all the time. Nevertheless, he didn't want 
to puncture the balloon that she was blowing up for him to observe. 

They got into the shower together and washed each other off. The moment her 
hands reached down to grasp his throbbing penis, he got more aroused than 
ever. 

"That feels real good," he told her. 

She stroked his throbbing, long manhood, enjoying every moment. At the same 
time he was soaping down her beautiful, large bosoms. He pinched the erect 
nipples until they blushed. 

They dried off after they got out of the shower and went back into the 
bedroom. Jeff stretched out on the bed and made no secret of the fact that 
he was eager to have her go down on him. 

She crouched over his crotch and gripped his throbbing, long penis. Jan 
licked on the long, hard penis and then began sucking voraciously. He 
thrilled to the stimulating, erotic sensation of her tongue sliding over his 
meaty cock head. She fingered his lust bloated balls and then inserted her 
index finger up his tight rectum. Jeff enjoyed having her mouth slipping 
smoothly up and down his cock while her finger glided in his ass-hole. 

Now he watched the television screen. He enjoyed seeing a guy going down on 
a beautiful young girl. The man was throwing her ass up in the air as he 
buried his head in her mound. The camera zoomed in to catch a close-up of 
the man's pink tongue slipping in the girl's fleshy, moist pussy. It 
provided great erotic excitement for Jeff to observe such a scene while he 
was getting his own thrills. 

His hand reached out to grab her head as he forced her further down on his 
manhood. He was enjoying every second of it. 

"You're a good cock sucker," he whispered to Jan as she ate him. 

Jan could feel him about to burst. It got her so aroused now her body was 
trembling. 

"Hang tight," he told her. "I'm gonna shoot you a mouthful." 

True to his word, Jeff shot her a thick, creamy cum load. She sucked and 
swallowed every delicious drop of his thick, spurting penis juice. 

"Suck me, suck me," he cried intensely. 

Her lips fastened firmly on his cock as she finished devouring his load. 

Sliding off he wanted her to swing her hips around so he could tongue fuck 
her. She straddled him in a sixty-nine position now and watched as he ate 
her ass out. At the same time he flipped his finger in her pussy and aroused 
her this way. 

Jan thrilled to the sensation of his tongue gliding inside of her ass-hole. 
But she loved it even more when her pussy started dripping and he switched 
his tongue from her behind to her pussy. Gently gliding inside of her 
vagina, he alternately licked quickly and slowly. 

She also enjoyed his hot hands clasping her ass cheeks and squeezing them. 

"Jeff, Jeff," Jan panted, "I love it when you play with my ass and eat my 
box." 

Jeff was a master at tongue eating a beautiful girl's pussy. He had even won 
a prize in high school at a pussy-eating contest. He knew how to keep a girl 
on the brink of climax and yet not make her cum immediately. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "I can't stand it. I'm cuming, I'm cuming." 

Her multiple climaxes tasted delicious to Jeff, who sucked her all the way. 

After Jeff had finished devouring her, he talked to her awhile. He had some 
strange sexual habits that he told her about. 

"There's one act I wish you would try with me," he told her. 

When he hesitated to talk further about it, she couldn't help wonder what it 
was. At the moment he was fascinated with what was happening on the 
television screen. 

A beautiful girl was licking a guy all over. She was sucking on his toes and 
working her fingers up to his crotch. Finally Jeff turned around and told 
her what he had in mind. 

"One time a harlot in Hong Kong let me give her an armpit fuck." 

Jan wasn't certain that she'd heard him correctly. 

"What kind of a fuck did you say?" she demanded. 

Jeff laughed as he replied, "An armpit fuck. It was really wild." 

Shaking her head, she acknowledged that she'd never tried it. 

"There's nothing to it," he told her. "That is, if you will be uninhibited 
and cooperate with me." 

Finally she agreed. Although the whole idea sounded very strange indeed to 
her. 

Jeff arranged himself so that he straddled her armpit. As she raised her arm 
up and down, he plunged his cock inside. 

"You've got to pick up my rhythm," he explained. "All screwing is just a 
matter of rhythm." 

Immediately she picked up what he was doing. As he would slide his cock to 
her armpit, she would squeeze it. As he would pull away, she would raise up. 
Together they were synchronizing their movements so it did become erotically 
pleasing to him. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed excitedly. "You're really putting some passion into it. 
That's how you do it." 

The delicious sensations that she felt surging through her body had her 
totally turned on. 

"Fuck it," he told her. "Come on, fuck." 

She was really aroused at this point. And so was Jeff. He watched closely as 
he went on ramming his cock to her armpit. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he came closer, ever closer, to climax. 

Her entire body was relaxing now. And Jeff reached out to play with her 
bosoms while he wildly kept his cock plunging to her armpit. 

"Come on, fuck, fuck," he cried anxiously. 

They were fucking rhythmically now and enjoying it. A few more stabs and his 
sperm splashed all over her armpit. 

It really excited Jan that he could get this ignited. "You put a lot of 
passion in it," she whispered. Jeff was pleased that she could enjoy 
everything with him. 

He talked for a few more moments, had a drink, and then he straddled her 
body. He had his cock sliding between her bountiful bosoms. Clasping her 
breasts, he crushed them against his rock-hard cock. 

"Fuck, fuck," he told her. "Fuck it for me." 

She gripped his ass cheeks as he pumped his penis between her breasts. This 
was obviously a method that really supplied him with exciting pleasure. For 
she could tell by the way he was responding just how stimulated he was. 

He enjoyed her smooth, caressing movements around his buttocks. But he 
expected still more. 

"Finger fuck my ass-hole," he told her. 

Gently parting Jeff's firm buttocks, she let her finger glide up his tight 
anus. Jeff enjoyed it so much that he suggested she could lick out his ass 
if she cared to. Nodding, she moved forward. Lowering himself directly over 
Jan's face, Jeff watched as her tongue was inserted in his rectum. The 
mirror provided plenty of pleasure. He liked to see the reflection of their 
indecent, lewd sexual performance. 

Clasping his hard cock in one hand, Jeff pumped and pulled on it vigorously. 
At the same time he clasped his balls in the other hand. He went up and down 
on Jan's upraised tongue as if it were a slippery slide. 

"Eat my ass-hole," he begged. 

When he got all of the excitement he wanted that way, he swung his 
wet-with-sweat balls over her nose and suggested she suck them as well. 
Opening her mouth slowly, Jan let him slide his balls inside. 

She licked first one ball and then the other. 

"Ohhh," Jeff groaned in a frenzy, "that feels so super. Suck my nuts." 

Jan sucked joyously on his balls. She could see his swelling, blood-engorged 
man meat. 

Finally she wanted his cock so bad that she let his balls slide from her 
mouth. Gently she licked, nibbled and sucked to the head of his shaft. 
Capping the crown of Jeff's cock with her lips, she let him plunge it still 
farther. He let it slide to the back of her throat and then pulled way out. 
The sight of his saliva-slickened penis pumping in and out of her mouth 
pleased him. He not onlv looked down at the erotic sight, but again looked 
in the mirror to catch the reflection. 

"You're a good cock eater," he congratulated Jan. 

Jeff reached forward with one hand. He ran his fingers through her hair and 
with his other hand grasped the back of her neck and guided his cock down 
her throat. 

"You're gonna get it," he told her. "I'm gonna give you a Linda Lovelace 
neat throat fuck." 

Linda Lovelace never had it so good, Jan figured. Jeff was giving her a 
super-hot cock all the way. She held on for dear life as he fucked her 
furiously. 

When he finally did explode his thick, juicy cum load in her mouth, she 
sucked hungrily. 

"Suck every drop of it," he demanded. 

She sucked lewdly, thrilling to the taste of him. As his thick, creamy cum 
gushed in her mouth, it dribbled from the corner of her lips. That ignited 
Jeff's passion all the more. He always enjoyed seeing a woman accept him 
like this. His head rocked from side to side as he went on plunging his 
manhood down her throat. 

Pulling out slowly, he patted her affectionately. 

"You give a great blow job," he congratulated her. 

It pleased her that he enjoyed it so much. She accepted it as quite a 
tribute to her skill. Now that he had gotten his cock, his ass and his balls 
sucked, Jeff figured it might be a pleasure to have her lick all around his 
legs, his feet and his toes. 

Pointing toward his feet and his legs, he suggested she could suck him all 
over as the girl had done in the erotic television film. 

Jan got down there and worked her tongue all around his feet. She massaged 
his feet with her hands and then let her mouth work its way from his big toe 
to his little toe. It was strange how she could suck on his toes as if they 
were small cocks. 

She did this on both feet. And then she gradually worked her way to his 
calves. She licked his calves and his inner thighs. Jeff rolled over and 
suggested that she rub her beautiful bosoms back and forth across his 
buttocks. 

Jan did just that. Grabbing his buttocks firmly, she let her breasts slip 
back and forth. He loved that sensation. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed lustfully. "That feels super. Keep rubbing those 
beautiful tits of yours across my ass" 

She did it and then she got an inspiration. 

"Why don't I use some of that slippery KY on my tits? It would slide nice 
and easy across your ass." 

Jeff nodded and motioned for her to go over to the dresser where he had 
placed the tube of KY. She went to work now in earnest. It wasn't going to 
take her much time. 

When her breasts were slick with the slippery surgical jelly, she went back 
to his bare bottom. She bent over and swung her beautiful bosoms over his 
ass cheeks. He loved the delicious sensation of her great breasts flipping 
back and forth across his buttocks. 

"You have a tremendous pair of tits," he told her honestly. 

She appreciated the fact that he liked her slippery bosoms. 

"Rub my back with your breasts," he suggested. 

The lovely young model did just that. She moved up his back with her bosoms 
sliding smoothly. 

Jeff rolled over finally and clasped her. He was hard again. Getting his 
penis to fit into her womanhood, he began pumping vigorously. 

"Fuck, fuck," he cried energetically. 

He pumped his cock in her with hard, deep strokes. She loved the 
stimulating, erotic sensation of his mammoth cock stabbing into her this 
way. 

"Ohhh," he told her, "I love it when you do it like that. Fuck, fuck me." 

Jeff was giving her a wild fuck. She was enjoying it intensely. 

"Ohhh," he told her, "wrap your pussy muscles around my penis. Clutch 
tightly." 

Her vagina muscles clasped his sliding, thrusting penis. 

"Fuck, fuck," he cried ecstatically. "That's how, honey. Fuck it, fuck it." 

His cock was thrusting rhythmically to her pussy-grabbing action. 

"I knew a girl in New Orleans who used to snap her snatch," her lover told 
her, "and I loved it that way. She had the best snapping pussy in 
Louisiana." 

Jeff had a carefree way about him that she enjoyed. She loved the feel of 
his throbbing, male member being inserted in her. 

"Now," he whispered. 

His hot hands played with her buttocks. As he went on thrusting his powerful 
penis in her pussy, he parted her buttocks. Ever so gently he let his finger 
slide up her ass-hole. She kept her breasts bouncing back and forth over his 
chest. 

"Love me, love me," she cried anxiously. 

Jeff spared nothing. He kept hammering his cock within her until he 
exploded. She wanted him to keep doing it until she came. With some effort, 
Jeff kept thrusting. Finally he felt her juicing. His cock slid smoothly 
into her moist, juicy hole. 

"Ohhh," he graoned as he felt himself being sucked in by her pussy. 

She had learned the grabbing action he had taught her superbly. Now she 
wouldn't stop. He was giving her another shot of his cum. Joyously she 
gasped, "I feel it. You're shooting it in me. 

Sure enough, she had gotten him around again. She let him shove in until he 
had finished. 

Finally she eased off him. As she rolled over, he began talking to her 
seriously about sex. 

"What do you like to do most of all?" he demanded. 

That wasn't easy for her to answer. 

"I can't tell you," she finally said, shaking her head sadly. "I guess I'm 
double-gaited, warped and twisted as hell, if you know what I mean." 

Jeff lit a cigarette and laughed. 

"We're all bent a little out of shape," he confessed. "I suppose I am warped 
to do some of the things I do. But if I enjoy it and you enjoy it, that's 
all that matters." 

She had to agree with him. 

"Of course I didn't always feel this way. My mother is a religious fanatic. 
She's always in church, singing hymns. Makes me sick." 

Jeff could understand how she felt. 

"My dad used to bug me, too," he admitted, "but I told him to get off my 
back. I simply said, 'Look, dad, I'm a big boy now and I'll do as I damn 
fucking please.'" 

It was easy for Jan to see that Jeff had a devil-may-care attitude. All at 
once she was beginning to fall for him. 

"I'd like to see you again, Jeff," she told him. Jeff shook his head. 

"I don't think my wife would appreciate it." 

That made her angry. 

"You didn't tell me you were married." 

Jeff nodded and smiled sadistically. 

"You never tell a woman anything," he said casually. "That's my philosophy. 
Most women don't have a heart. I mean, if I've got a hard-on and need to get 
it off, they don't seem to understand that one way or another I'm gonna get 
a fuck." 

Realizing that she was just another piece of ass on his hit parade of fucks, 
got Jan angry. 

"I see you don't like that," Jeff teased her. 

"No, I don't," she admitted. 

"You told me you were double-gaited," Jeff reminded her. "Are you carrying 
on with some woman now?" 

Jan realized that she was expecting an awful lot from him, considering her 
own rather twisted life. 

"Let's just say I know what I'm doing," she told him. 

"I hope you do," he replied. 

"Look," she said disgustedly, "I've got to get out of here. I go to work 
tomorrow." 

"What do you do for a living?" he asked her. 

"I'm a lingerie model," she explained. 

"Oh, what a nice profession," he mocked her. "Showing off your tits and 
ass." 

That got her angrier than ever. 

"What's wrong with my tits and ass?" she snapped. "Tits and ass made the 
difference in my life. I'm proud of myprofession and I'm even prouder of my 
body!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

After her experience with Jeff, it was perfectly clear to Jan that she did 
enjoy some variety in sex. Yet her own cloistered background made it 
difficult for her to accept her own sexual appetites. 

Her mother contacted her one evening to ask about what she was doing. Jan 
felt like hanging up the phone on her. 

"Are you still living that sinful, wicked life?" her mother demanded. 

Jan didn't reply for a moment. Finally she blurted, "What the fuck 
difference does it make to you, mom?" 

Jan's mother did not take to her words lightly. 

"A curse from god will rest on your head for speaking that way to me," she 
declared. "You're obviously living in sin and your conscience is bothering. 
Otherwise, you wouldn't have to build up such defense mechanisms. I've been 
reading Freud." 

Jan knew her mother would have to eventually get around to Freud. At this 
point she felt the only thing she could do was tell her mother off in no 
uncertain terms. 

"Keep smiling, mom," she told her, "and live in your isolation booth. I'm 
enjoying myself. I have to live a little sometime. If I go to hell, so 
what?" 

After that, she did hang up on her. She paced the floor nervously and lit 
too many cigarettes as she thought about where she was headed. At last she 
felt a strange desire to talk to someone. But there was no one to speak to 
unless she could find someone at a nearby bar. 

Jan got dressed and went out to a bar, hoping she could meet someone who 
could calm her down. Fortunately, she did find a man who seemed to 
understand her. She spoke abruptly to the man who was sitting beside her 
when he asked if she wanted a drink. 

"Why don't you ask right out?" she shot back at him. "You don't want to buy 
me a drink, you want to go to bed with me." 

He could tell she was uptight about something and he didn't hold her 
outburst against her. 

"You do need a drink," he told her. "What's wrong?" 

"Just everything," she exploded. 

He listened to her as she unravelled her traumatic story. He figured he 
could get a piece of ass if he put up with all of her problems. 

"My mother is a religious fanatic," she said glumly, "and she-likes to give 
me the devil every time she can. She claims I'm living in sin, if anybody 
knows what sin is." 

That was Bart's opportunity to get into the act. 

"Sin is not swinging when you ought to," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, 
it would be a sin if a beautiful girl like yourself didn't carry on with a 
horny stud like me when the opportunity came." 

At that point the young stud got even bolder. He reached over and gently let 
his hand caress hers. It actually felt good to have a human touch of 
sympathy. It even felt good when he slid her hand over to his crotch and 
massaged back and forth along his gigantic penis bulging at his pants. 

"I'm horny, he told her. "I guess you can figure that one out. Would you 
like to give me a good time tonight?" 

At this point Jan was eager to give a good time to almost anybody. The 
bartender looked over at her and the young stud and observed they were 
making out in his presence. At first he was jealous, thinking how he had 
missed out on a nice piece of ass. And then he began thinking about the 
problems that could develop if a vice officer came in. He was certain Jan 
was a hooker and he didn't want to get cited for operating a haven for 
prostitution. 

"You two can't carry on here that way," he quipped. 

That really got her upset. 

"What are you trying to infer?" she shrieked so loud she could have awakened 
the dead. 

"This is a bar," he reminded her, "so take it nice and easy. I don't want 
any vice trouble." 

Looking at Bart, Jan tried to give the impression of perfect innocence. 

"I don't know what he's talking about, Bart, do you?" she slurred drunkenly. 

"No, but I don't think he has anything good on his mind. We'd better get out 
of this place. We've spent too much money in this dump already." 

The bartender was outraged now. He had worked a long time to get his job 
here and he didn't like the place where he was working to be called a dump. 

"Neither of you better come back here," he let them know emphatically. 

Bart assured him he didn't have to worry and the two of them left together. 
They walked to the parking lot behind the bar, where Bart had parked his 
Porsche sports car. Jan got in the car with him without any complaints and 
he drove to his apartment. 

"I'm glad I live in a swinging singles apartment house," he told her. "I 
used to have a nosy old landlady who caused me a lot of hell every time I 
would have a girl drop by to pay a social call." 

Jan laughed. She knew very well what Bart was talking about when he said "a 
social call." 

"You have got hot rocks, baby," she said, reaching down and fondling him. 

Bart told her that if she didn't quit that he would shoot his wad and there 
would be no reason to go to his apartment. 

"All right, already," she laughed as she took her hand away from his cock. 

Bart backed his Porsche out of the parking lot, then swung onto the highway, 
going down to the freeway turn-on. Jan hoped that he wouldn't be going too 
far as she did have to go to work at Natalie's modeling shop. Even though 
she didn't have to show up until one o'clock, she wanted to make sure that 
she got some rest. Natalie was so damned difficult to work for. She always 
expected the girls to look as fresh as if they had been relaxing on a 
Bermuda vacation. 

When they did get to Bart's singles-only apartment, a party was going on 
around the pool. A naked young man and girl were swimming back and forth and 
there was a lot of noise. 

"It's a good thing it is a singles-only place," Jan assured him. "Nobody 
else could stand such a noisy spot." 

They went into the apartment and Bart immediately wanted her to remove her 
clothes. "You don't waste time, do you, Bart?" she shrugged. iou might ply 
me with booze and get me loaded so I don't know what I'm doing." 

Bart shook his head grimly. 

"Nothing is more disgusting than trying to fuck a drunk woman," he told her. 
"She slobbers all over you instead of giving you a good time. I want you to 
grab my meat and suck me good before I fuck you hard." 

Bart did have a rather crude vocabulary. Jan didn't know whether or not she 
could tolerate such raw bluntness and boldness. After all, she was a lady, 
she thought to herself. 

Apparently Bart didn't think so. but she could Drove it by the way she would 
slowly take off her clothes. She was certain that a real lady, a genuine, 
24-karat woman who wasn't a slut would always take her clothes off slowly 
before she was going to get balled. 

Bart was out of his shorts before she had even removed her skirt. That 
burned him up. 

"Are you trying to do a slow strip tease?" he questioned her. 

She shook her head. 

"Don't rush me," she mumbled. 

Bart couldn't help it. His cock was so hard now that he had to reach for it 
and start stroking his meat. 

His free hand reached down to his balls. He gently massaged them and then he 
reached back to his throbbing, long penis and pumped it rhythmically and 
slowly. 

Finally she slipped out of her sheer panties and slowly walked over to the 
bed. When she stretched out, Bart was nearly out of his mind with desire and 
lust for her body. Going over to her, he straddled her swiftly. He lowered 
his ass over her face and she reached up to grip his round buttocks. She 
squeezed his smooth ass cheeks and let her tongue linger around his 
ass-hole. Flipping her tongue gingerly back and forth across his bare 
bottom, she finally let her tongue stab right up his rectum. Bart let out a 
howl of delight as he recognized he had found a girl who would give him 
tongue job up his behind. 

"I haven't had an ass suck in ages," he admitted candidly, "and you do it 
beautifully." 

Even though it was a rather humble task to be complimented on, Jan was 
pleased that she could give Bart the type of tongue action he enjoyed. 

"Don't forget my balls," he insisted with a smile as he watched her. 

Her fingertips massaged and caressed his hairy, swelling balls as her tongue 
continued invading the tight precincts of his ass-hole. 

"Inch it up higher," Bart suggested as he bent over to watch what she was 
doing closely. 

Jan listened to him. Her tongue stabbed farther up his tight rectum, 
bringing him to new heights of erotic enjoyment. 

Once he had gotten enough of that kind of action, he thought it would be a 
great pleasure to have her lick and suck on his balls. 

"Don't neglect my balls," he insisted. "Use your mouth on them." 

It did make him feel like a king to have her open her mouth and let him 
swing his balls inside. 

Gently she let her tongue caress and lave his testicles. 

"Keep your tongue sliding," he suggested as he felt the warmth of her mouth 
giving him new erotic stimulation. 

Her tongue continued gliding and sliding around his cock. 

"Now, now," he cried ecstatically, "lick my prick." 

Releasing her mouth grip on his balls, she slowly licked his cock. It 
pleased him when she let her tongue tantalize the sensitive glans portion of 
his penis. Her lips suddenly opened wider and she let him shove his big cock 
inside. Fastening her lips on the head of his meaty cock, she sucked in 
earnest. 

"Suck my cock," he told her anxiously. "Suck it off." 

She held his cock firmly now and sucked for dear life. 

"Eat me, eat me," he begged her frantically. 

All of a sudden Bart's hot, thick creamy load erupted in her mouth. Gulping 
joyously she finished him off. Pulling her mouth off his penis, she caught 
her breath as she looked up at him. Affectionately she patted Bart's round 
ass cheeks and asked him if he enjoyed it. 

"You know fucking well I did," he told her. "Now I want to eat your box. 
I've got some pussy jelly I want to use." 

Bart went over to the dresser and found a plastic container of pussy jelly 
that he used on his girl friend, Vera, when she wasn't on vacation. Bringing 
it out, he surprised Jan, who had never seen any before. 

"What's that?" she asked suspiciously, hoping he wasn't going to slide 
something strange and dangerous in her vagina. 

"Relax, relax," Bart explained. "You just stick this plastic container of 
pussy jelly in your snatch and squeeze the tube. It'll get you all sticky 
and delicious for sucking." 

Jan felt as though he was doing something perverted and she didn't hesitate 
telling him so. 

"I don't like the idea of you doing that," she declared. 

"Why not?" he insisted on knowing. 

"It seems rather sick," she explained, "to do something like that. If my 
pussy isn't good enough as is, why the fuck don't you forget screwing me?" 

Bart recognized Jan had a huge ego. 

"Relax," he told her. "You will get a charge out of it. It makes me lick and 
suck on your pussy like a crazed animal. Just let me try it once." 

Reluctantly, Jan agreed to the suggestion. Bart slipped the plastic pussy 
jelly container in her vagina. He squeezed it and then watched her spread 
her legs. He got down there and slipped his hands under her bare ass cheeks 
and got his face in her pussy, then started eating her. His tongue slipped 
gently in her vagina and she pushed forward. Apparently she did enjoy having 
his tongue glide inside. 

"Eat me," she cried eagerly. 

Reaching down, she gripped his head and held him pinned over her vagina, 
while she pressed her hot, moist thighs against him. 

"Suck me," she whimpered. 

Bart loved the taste of the peach pussy jelly. It triggered his tongue into 
more action as he tasted her starting to cum. 

"Suck me, suck me," she panted frantically, throwing her legs over his 
shoulders pressing her milky white thighs against him as he got down in 
there and went to town with his tongue. 

It pleased her to see his head buried down there between her legs. She 
wanted him to suck her pussy dry now. She even enjoyed the loud suck sounds 
that he was generating with his tongue. 

"Eat it," she panted as she pumped her hips. 

Bart's hands massaged her ass cheeks now. He kept his tongue working 
gingerly in and out of her vagina. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy, "I can't stand it. Suck me, suck me, eat 
me, eat me." 

With the passion in her body mounting at this point, she came. He ate her 
all the way. 

When he pulled his tongue out of her pussy hole, he once more lay beside 
her. Wrapping his arms protectively around her, he told her what a find she 
was. 

"What difference do you find in me from any other slut that you've been 
making it with?" she demanded. 

Bart had to laugh at her crude, lewd commentary on herself. 

"You don't think much of yourself, do you?" he asked her. 

Shaking her head, she assured him that she didn't. 

"Why should I?" she asked him huskily. 

He smiled at her strangely as his hands wandered down to her smooth, round 
buttocks. 

"You've got a cute ass," he whispered. 

Soon Bart's hands were manipulating and massaging her smooth white buttocks. 
It didn't take him long before he was rolling her over and getting down over 
her butt. His hot tongue flipped into action. Soon he was letting his tongue 
ride right up her rectum. 

"Ohhh," she groaned in a frenzy as his tongue glided inside of her. "Fuck 
me, fuck me," she gasped. 

Desperately he tried to control himself. He was enjoying it. And she enjoyed 
giving him all of the erotic excitement she could. 

After he had finger fucked her vagina and let his tongue slide up her 
ass-hole, he knew he was ready to mount her. Withdrawing his tongue from her 
behind, he straddled her. He pulled her up so it would be convenient to 
slide inside of her. Wasting no time now, he pumped his manhood forward. 

As she felt his huge member sliding in place, she got more aroused than 
ever. Jan enjoyed the sensation of his saliva-slickened cock gliding inside 
her ass-hole. Her hips swung from side to side as he charged forward. 

"Fuck me," she begged him frantically. "Fuck me. I want it." 

It pleased Bart to have her beg for it. He wasted no time in thrusting his 
manhood inside of her. Reaching around, he fumbled to get down to her 
crotch. His fingers manipulated around her pussy. 

"Yes, yes," he whispered in a frenzy, "I love to play with you." 

She enjoyed the stimulating sensation of his rhythmic penis sliding inside 
of her twisting, tight ass-hole. It was wonderful the way Bart could keep 
rhythm with his finger gliding inside of her vagina and his penis sliding 
inside of her ass-hole at the same time. 

Bart had to rock his cock slowly. He knew that if he plunged much harder or 
swifter, he would get it off. At that point the erotic pleasure would be 
over and he didn't want that to happen. 

Slowly now he kept his cock going in her. When he was ready to juice, he 
rammed forward with a deep, penetrating stab going in her all the way. 

"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed passionately as he exploded hotly in her 
ass-hole. 

Bart's thick sperm provided a perfect lubrication for him to continue 
sliding in her. He went on driving his thick penis forward with manly, long 
strokes. 

"Ohhhh," he groaned, "I love it when you do it like that." 

The pleasure that he felt now had him completely aroused. All the strength 
and lust of his manhood was on fire in his loins. Bart kept ramming his 
slick cock up her ass-hole until he was ready to cum again. 

"Ohhh," he groaned, "fuck. Fuck, fuck!" 

The delicious excitement that he knew now had no bounds. Reaching underneath 
her, he groped for her bosoms. He held them firmly in his hand and squeezed 
them as he continued riding her behind. He wanted to see if he could get it 
off one more time. 

It didn't take him long to find out the answer to his penetrating question. 
For with a few more strokes he got it to shoot. 

"Ohhh," he grunted, "I'm cuming. I'm cuming." 

Sure enough, his rock-hard cock was exploding in her. Slowly he finally 
withdrew. After a few moments Jan insisted Bart take her home now. She 
wanted to be ready tomorrow to go to work at Natalie's model shop. She knew 
what would happen if she stayed with him. He would have the traditional 
morning hard-on and insist on more sex. She didn't want to take that risk. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Bart didn't like the idea of driving her home at three o'clock in the 
morning. However, he reluctantly agreed, providing she would agree to give 
him another piece of ass. 

Jan gave him her phone number and promised they would make it again. At 
least Bart felt as though he had a consolation prize for all of his driving 
around at that hour. 

The next afternoon Jan was at Natalie's modeling shop, ready to sell 
lingerie. In between the modeling shows it was her duty to show the lingerie 
to the wealthy ladies who would come in to select appealing undergarments 
and night wear. 

One wealthy movie star who came in told her confidentially, "I'm on my 
seventh husband and frankly, I'm getting bored with him now." 

It didn't take Jan long to remind her that it was better to have a 
breadwinner around than none at all. 

The movie star laughed. 

"Of course, that's where it's at. If they didn't have the bread, they 
wouldn't get my body. All right, I'll have to give them a good show. What do 
you have in blue? That's always been my favorite color." 

Jan showed her the line of pastel blue lingerie. The movie star bought 
three-hundred-dollars worth and called it a good investment. She said she 
was disgusted that she couldn't take it off as a deduction as her clothes 
constituted quite a sizable investment in her future career. 

"Of course that's true," Jan smiled, "and I hope you get your money's worth 
with this lingerie." 

Jan winked at the movie star and Natalie didn't understand it was only a 
joke. Natalie got jealous when she saw this, thinking Jan was making a pass 
for the beautiful blonde star who was a noted swinger. 

Going over to where Jan was completing the sales slip, Natalie took over. 

"I can finish this for you, dear," Natalie said breathlessly. 

The movie star, who was familiar with Natalie's ways, understood the whole 
scene and laughed. 

"Don't worry, darling," she shook her head at Natalie, "she belongs to you." 

Jan only caught a few fleeting words as she went back to the storage rooms. 
She wondered why Natalie had made such a fuss, until it was explained to her 
after the others had gone home that evening. 

"That tramp was trying to put the make on you," Natalie snapped. 

"She has been married seven times," Jan reminded her. "I'm sure that she has 
no interest in me." 

Natalie, however, knew better. 

"You don't know that slut like I do," she told her flatly. "She would do it 
with a dog and probably has. She's famous for finding lovely young girls and 
ruining them." 

Of course, Natalie never thought about the fact she was doing the same thing 
with Jan. She always tried to make it appear she was giving her girls an 
opportunity to develop themselves and amount to something. 

"Are you horny, honey?" Jan asked Natalie boldly and bluntly after she had 
spoken her piece. 

Natalie threw her head back and laughed. 

"Now you're talking," she told her. "Of course I am. It's really bitching to 
have a girl like you around here who appreciates me. Why don't you make it 
at my place tonight?" 

Jan agreed. However, she was still thinking of Freddie. And that fleeting, 
romantic glimmer in her eyes bothered Natalie. For Natalie recognized there 
was always a certain look that surfaced when she was thinking of her lost 
love, Freddie. 

"You still care about him?" Natalie asked as she heaved a heavy sigh of 
disgust. 

"I tried to get Freddie out of my mind," she confessed. "I really have. But 
I haven't succeeded yet." 

Natalie was furious. 

"If you had an ounce of self-respect, you wouldn't care for him after the 
horrible things he's done to you, dear. It just makes me sick thinking of 
it." 

At Natalie's place a little later, both women undressed. Natalie always felt 
good when she had a couple of drinks. Jan was beginning to feel that way 
now, too. And this also bothered her. For she recognized the drinking was 
another form of escape. And she was constantly trying to escape first one 
way and then another. 

As she paraded naked across the room, Natalie told her to come over to her. 

"Come over here, darling," she insisted, "straddle me while I sit in this 
chair. I want you to rub those big knockers against my tits." 

Jan didn't exactly enjoy being Natalie's beck-and call girl. However, she 
was beginning to enjoy the erotic sex play, too. So she accommodated her 
finally. 

Going over to where she was, she straddled her. She brushed her generous 
bosoms across Natalie's large, bountiful breasts. She could feel Natalie's 
nipples going erect. Soon her own nipples were aroused to firmness. 

"Kiss me, my pet," Natalie panted as she felt her own love desires burning 
in her body like a flash fire. 

Pressing her lips snugly against Natalie's lips, she kissed her 
passionately. The two women clung to each other. After they had Frenched for 
a while, Natalie suggested they go over to the bed. 

Getting off Natalie first, Jan went over to the bed and watched while her 
lover strapped on a dildo. Natalie came back a few moments later and mounted 
her. She slowly inserted the dildo and began giving her a vigorous fuck. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged eagerly. 

The two women went at it hot and heavy. Jan enjoyed the thick, plastic penis 
as it slid inside of her womanhood. Reaching up now, she gripped her lover. 
Passionately they made out with each other. 

"Ohhh, fuck, fuck," Jan begged. 

Her request was music to Natalie's sex-hungry ears. Natalie knew how to 
wield the dildo inside of her. At the same time she kept her beautiful 
bosoms gently brushing back and forth across Jan's lovely breasts. 

They were loving each other in passionate abandonment now. 

"I'm enjoying this so much," Natalie smiled. 

This was evident by the lust-glazed expression in her eyes. It pleased and 
excited Jan to have Natalie care so much about her. Natalie kept the dildo 
thrusting inside of her and could use it as effectively as any man could use 
his male member. Jan rejoiced in this fact. 

Clasping Natalie's silken-smooth ass cheeks, she gently massaged them. 
Finally she parted Natalie's ass cheeks and lightly inserted her finger in 
her ass-hole. She really enjoyed this. 

"Fuck it," she told her. "Fuck." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through her body had her completely 
stimulated now. 

"Ohhh," Natalie groaned in a frenzy, "I love it when you screw me like 
that," she exclaimed, "you're beautiful." 

The delicious sensations that surged through the two women's bodies had them 
both tingling with erotic, lusty desire. Natalie pumped it in rhythmically 
and Jan responded by letting her finger slip up Natalie's ass-hole at the 
same tempo. Watching in the mirror, Natalie found it a pleasing spectacle. 
Now and then she would like to pull away and watch the slippery, plastic, 
pink penis glide inside of her female lover's sex organ. 

"Look at it, look at it," Natalie would exclaim excitedly as she pointed 
toward the mirror. 

It was the reflection of the two of them making out with each other that 
provided her with so much intimate pleasure. 

"That's the wildest screw I've ever seen," she observed. 

As she was about to climax, she bent over. Pressing her body tightly against 
her lover's body, she pumped vigorously and juiced. Jan joined her in 
juicing seconds later as her legs shot around Natalie's legs and she 
finished pumping. 

"Yes, yes," she cried anxiously as she came. 

Natalie peppered Jan's face with hot kisses. 

"I wish you lived here, honey," she told her. 

Jan shook her head. 

"No, that wouldn't be right," she explained. "I'm a switch-hitter. I still 
enjoy making it with men. Please, try to understand me, Natalie." 

Jan knew that this sudden declaration of her caring so much for men might 
prove disappointing to Natalie. Yet she had to be true to herself. She had 
to let Natalie know how she felt about their sexual interludes. 

"I understand," Natalie said huskily as she dramatically pulled herself away 
from the other woman. 

Once more Natalie retreated to a drink for another moment of escape. It made 
Jan feel guilty. 

"Maybe I should quit working at your modeling shop," she suggested, That got 
Natalie even more upset. 

"No, you mustn't," she rushed back to the bedside, wrapping her arms around 
her protectively. 

Seeing how emotional Natalie was getting about her bothered Jan. She didn't 
want to get involved in some wild lesbian affair. Yet at this point it 
looked as though that was exactly what was happening. 

"Don't get carried away, honey," she told her. 

Natalie didn't see it that way at all. 

"You're the first woman who has appealed to me since Merilee," she 
explained. 

Jan had never heard of Merilee before. She was curious now to know exactly 
what she was talking about. 

"Who is Merilee?" she questioned her. 

Nervously Natalie continued explaining it to her. 

"Merilee was the most beautiful model in the world," she told her. "She was 
my love." 

Before Natalie could continue, she poured herself another shot of booze. She 
drank it straight. Once she had settled down on the bed, she continued. 

"Merilee was a model with a brilliant future. The only problem was she was 
wired wrong at the factory. She didn't know when to say no. If a man would 
ask her to go to bed, she would do it. If a woman would say she wanted to 
ball with her, Merilee was always ready. She could take them all on. 
However, one day she became too bold. She was having sex with the wife of a 
millionaire. The millionaire caught her in the bedroom making out with his 
wife and he killed her." 

Jan remembered fragments of a scandalous story like that in the newspapers a 
couple of years before. 

"Merilee, she repeated, "that name is familiar. I think I remember reading 
about a case like that. That poor girl. She was shot in the left buttock and 
then she was blasted by a bullet in the head. Her brains were splattered 
against the wall of that apartment." 

Natalie nodded, "It was a lesbian lovenest where he caught them," she 
explained. "This rich lady liked to have lovely girls entertain her on 
afternoons when she thought her husband was tied up with business. But this 
time her husband suspected something and had a detective put on the woman's 
trail. When he discovered that his competition was not another man but 
another woman, his ego knew no bounds. He kept saying that his cock was 
better than any damned dildo in the world. There he was with his smoking gun 
and the people breaking down the doors to get in as he was crying out 
blasphemously, "God knows my cock is better than a plastic penis!" 

She continued explaining with a nervous twitch, "They had to carry him away 
to an asylum." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The very next day Jan got a joyous surprise. Freddie was on the phone and 
wanted to talk with her. 

"Hi, Freddie," Jan began breathlessly. 

She had thought of this day many times. She was certain that her sexual 
allure would bring Freddie back. However, when he did call she had vowed she 
would be very cool. Yet when she heard his voice on the phone she couldn't 
be cool any longer. 

"Honey, I want to apologize for what's happened," he told her. "You and I 
were meant for each other. That worthless babe I was going with 
double-crossed me. I caught her screwing around with another man. You were 
always loyal to me." 

When Jan heard Freddie say that, she was filled with guilt. Her mind was 
crowded with fears and uncertainties. She knew very well that she had been 
anything but loyal to Freddie. Yet there was a part of her nature that felt 
loyal to him. 

"Certainly, Freddie," she whispered in a little-girl voice. "I was faithful 
to you because I was nuts about you. I still am for that matter." 

This was exactly what Freddie wanted to hear. 

"I want to come over and eat you right now," he bubbled enthusiastically 
into the telephone. 

"Aren't you working?" she asked him, looking at the night stand clock. 

"No, I quit my job," he explained. "That worthless babe and I went to New 
Orleans. I thought I was going to get a job there in Louisiana, but it 
didn't work out. She was a Southern girl and wanted to go back to her home. 
That was when I made a big mistake. She met her boyfriend down there and he 
won her back." 

For a second Jan didn't know whether she cared to let Freddie come back into 
her life or not. After all, he was only returning on the rebound from 
another babe. She thought about it haltingly for a long awkward moment. 

"What's wrong?" Freddie asked her when he noticed the silence. 

"Oh, nothing," she told him. "But I just wondered, Freddie, whether you 
really care for me or whether you just got stung and want some sympathy." 

Freddie knew before he phoned her that this possibility would come up. 

"Let me come over and prove to you what I feel," he told her. 

It excited her to think of Freddie's coming over. She couldn't forget all of 
the good times that he'd given her. She also couldn't forget that when 
Natalie observed that certain look in her eyes she instantly understood it 
was Freddie's image surfacing in her memory bank. 

"Freddie, if you want to," she whispered affectionately, "you could come 
back here." 

Freddie was only too eager to pick up on the suggestion that he could slip 
back into her life. 

"I'll be right over," he told her. "Keep your pussy boiling. I'm ready." 

He proved how ready he was when he showed up an hour later. Just standing in 
the door Jan saw he had a hard-on. He was proudly caressing his penis 
through his pants. 

"Don't make a spectacle of yourself in the doorway," she said, looking about 
nervously, hoping that none of the tenants on her floor would see the way 
Freddie was carrying on so boldly. 

Freddie entered the apartment as if he'd never been away for a moment. 
Unzipping his fly, he wasted no time in pulling out his thick, rigid 
manhood. He delighted in showing her his dimensions. 

"It's long, strong and delicious," he told her. 

She knew that he was hot and she also knew that he had a lot of screwing he 
wanted to do. 

"Freddie, before I suck your cock," she said crisply, "you've got to tell me 
why you ran off with that other woman." 

Freddie scratched his head. 

"Forget her, damn it," he told her. "Just thinking of her will make me go 
limp." 

Freddie's words were proven true. For a second later his manhood did go 
limp. It was evidence enough for Jan that Freddie was leveling. 

"All right, I'll never mention her again," she assured him. "I don't want 
that nice hunk of meat to go limp again." 

Jan hadn't undressed yet. She slowly slipped out of her bed clothes and 
sprawled naked on the bed, waiting for Freddie to come over and give it to 
her. But Freddie was sulking. 

"Damn it, a man is sensitive," he told her, "and just thinking about that 
worthless woman and what a fool I made of myself chasing after her gets me 
limp every time. Why the fuck did you have to bring her up?" 

It did bother her that she had ever mentioned the other woman. For she 
wanted to see him with a stirring hard-on. It had been a long time since 
she'd gone down on him. She remembered vividly how much pleasure she could 
derive from letting him place his penis in her mouth while she sucked on 
him. Jan also remembered the delicious moment of climax when Freddie's sperm 
would spurt in her mouth, shooting her a thick, creamy load. She liked to 
suck cock and she enjoyed Freddie's most of all. 

Getting to her feet now, Jan went over to where he was and helped him strip. 
Freddie realized he had put on a good act for her. And he figured he would 
get her to become the aggressor. That would give him a double sensation. He 
not only would achieve his erotic kicks with his body, but he would find 
much mental pleasure realizing what he had achieved as far as capturing her 
mind was concerned. 

He let her fumble with his belt and then he reached down, unfastened his 
belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Freddie sat down in a chair and 
unfastened his shoes, pulling off his socks. Then he slid out of his pants 
and slid out of his shorts. With only his shirt left on, Jan undid that for 
him. When it fell to the floor, Freddie stood before her completely naked. 

"You will have to get me hard again," he told her anxiously. 

At this point he was only too eager to put his body on display for her. He 
stretched out on his stomach and let her massage his back. She worked her 
way down to his round ass cheeks. Her supple fingers worked around his 
buttocks and then Freddie arched up his buttocks. He wanted to give her an 
open invitation to eat out his ass. 

Freddie was pleased when he found that she enjoyed licking on his ass-hole. 
Jan's hot tongue surged up Freddie's tight anal passage. Soon she was 
vigorously tongue fucking his tight rectum. 

"Yes," he whispered, trying to entice her to give him more pleasure, "keep 
licking my butt." 

Her hot tongue continued invading the private anal channel. Her finger tips 
manipulated and massaged Freddie's bloated balls. 

"You feel so good," he told her. 

He rolled over now and grasping his main stem, pushed it to her parted 
mouth. Soon she opened her mouth and let Freddie slip his prick inside. Her 
hot mouth went to work. It didn't take her long before she was sucking on 
his throbbing, long penis. He enjoyed seeing her head bobbing up and down as 
she inserted her finger in his rectum. 

"Suck my cock off," he begged her. "Suck me. Ohhh, yes, yes, suck my prick 
off." 

Freddie developed a rhythm with his cock stabs. Alternately he would shove 
in fast and then he would slow down the tempo of his cock stabs. He enjoyed 
letting the head of his shaft caress the back of her throat. 

"Eat it," he exclaimed passionately. "Suck it off." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through her body now had her totally 
turned on. 

"Eat my cock meat," he panted as he pumped it in her face. 

Her lips fastened firmly on his sliding, long shaft. 

"Suck me, suck me," he whispered. 

The delicious thrills that shot through her being brought her ever closer to 
climax. She was reaching down now and fingering her own pussy. Freddie 
thought this was a waste. 

"Why don't you swing your hips over my face?" he suggested, "and we can do a 
sticky sixty-nine." 

Taking Freddie up on his offer, Jan swung her hips over his mouth. At the 
same time she was lowering her pussy on his face, she went to work in 
earnest on his cock. Freddie's hot tongue flipped into her vagina. The 
double sensation of being sucked, while he was tongue fucking her pussy, 
proved exhilarating and stimulating to them both. They were sweating and 
panting as they pumped hard against each other, draining every drop of 
erotic pleasure they knew how from each other's body. 

"Ohhh," Freddie groaned as he felt her sucking in his cock juice when he 
exploded his male sperm in her mouth. 

Immediately he went back to licking at her crotch as he could see her pussy 
was dripping. His hot tongue was flung in her hole so he could enjoy her 
delicious pussy juice. 

They clung to each other like a couple of sex-starved animals until they 
finished sucking each other completely. Pulling away, they lay like this. 
Freddie smiled then laughed as they chatted joyously. 

"I'm so glad to be back with you," he told her. It made Jan just as happy 
that Freddie was back, too. 

"There's never been anyone but you," she whispered. 

Freddie believed her. His ego would not let him believe otherwise. 

"Has that lady at the lingerie shop tried to go to bed with you?" he 
chuckled. 

It was not an easy thing for Jan to lie. But when she had to she could and 
could do it very well. 

"I would never think of doing anything with Natalie," she told him. "How 
would I know if she's a lesbian or not?" 

Freddie shook his head. 

"I just heard some talk," he explained. "Some girl who said she put the make 
on her. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't." 

Quickly Jan dropped the subject. She reached for Freddie's limp cock and 
began playing with it. She wanted to see if she could pump some life back in 
it. Jan felt as though it might be fun to have him insert it in her behind. 
Freddie used to give her the smoothest ass fucks that any man ever had. 

At first she recalled very vividly how much she hated having him inserting 
his manhood in her behind. However, once Freddie would get it in all the way 
and stretch it, it did feel good. Pulling on his penis she saw it rise to 
full life. 

"Freddie," she whispered, "would you like to slip it up my ass-hole?" 

Freddie smiled as he looked at Jan. She had such an innocent, child-like way 
about her. Even when she was asking for the most lewd and obscene act, she 
could make it sound playful and clean. 

"I'd love to," Freddie agreed. 

Jan got off the bed, went to the bathroom and got a tube of KY. Bringing it 
back to the bed, she uncapped the tube and squeezed some of its slippery 
contents in her hands. 

Next she massaged the surgical jelly into Freddie's blood-engorged male 
member. 

Freddie enjoyed the feel of her hands grasping his manhood. 

"I want to slide it in you now," he whispered enticingly. 

Jan got in the middle of the bed on all fours and bent over as far as she 
could. Freddie was behind her. Clasping her smooth, round ass cheeks, he 
parted them. He slowly inserted his rigid, hard cock between them. As his 
firm manhood stabbed past her tight anal ring, he could feel new erotic 
thrills surging through his entire being. His balls tingled with excitement 
as he ferociously jabbed his cock right up her tight, twisting rectum. 

At the first movement when he jabbed it to her, Jan thought she couldn't 
stand it. It felt awful. However, once she became acclimated to his cock 
stabs continuing up her ass-hole, she got to like it. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she whimpered. 

His powerful penis rode up her ass. She kept her tail twisting as he 
continued hammering it to her. 

"Yes, yes," he whispered excitedly, "fuck. Fuck it." 

With deep, hard strokes he continued sliding inside of her. 

"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "now you're fucking. Come on. Fuck. Fuck." 

Rhythmically he was riding and sliding inside of her beautiful behind. 
Freddie enjoyed the stimulating, delicious sensation. 

"Fuck," he exclaimed passionately, "fuck it." 

Clasping her smooth, rubbery ass cheeks, he kept his penis plowing up her 
behind. Her ass grasped his cock like quicksand. Her hips churned around in 
an obscene, lewd manner. 

Freddie enjoyed slapping her smooth, silken buttocks as he sent his cock up 
her with deep, penetrating strokes. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he cried anxiously. His powerful cock stabbed up her 
butt at an alarming rate. 

"Ohhh," he gasped passionately, "now you're doing it. come on, keep your ass 
grinding. I'm almost there." 

Freddie's throbbing, long cock continued sticking up her ass while his balls 
bounced rhythmically on her bare bottom. Reaching underneath her. he 
joyously felt of her moistening pussy. Inserting a finger in her crotch, he 
let it flip back and forth across her erect love button. She enjoyed the 
sensation of his finger being inserted in her slippery pussy while his cock 
was slamming up her ass-hole. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded passionately. 

Freddie continued plunging up her ass-hole. He was determined to give her a 
wild, hard screw. 

"Ohhh," he groaned in a frenzy, "I love it when you screw me like that. Come 
on. fuck me. fuck me." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through his body had him on fire. It 
seemed as if he just couldn't get enough. 

"Keep screwing," he told her excitedly, "it feels so good when you screw me 
like this. Come on, fuck. Fuck!" 

His cock continued gliding inside of her. A few more strokes and Freddie 
exploded. It sent a jet stream of hot, creamy cum up her ass-hole. And at 
the same time her ass muscles seized his cock, squeezing the cream out. 

Once Freddie had finished screwing her butt and pulled his cock slowly out 
of her ass-hole, he rolled her over. Her felt her ripe ass cheeks in his 
hands and pulled her up. He got his face buried in her crotch and ate her 
out. She came quickly as she was so stimulated by his tongue movements and 
his wild cock stabs up her behind. Freddie loved to get her to juice in 
multiple climaxes. It seemed as if no woman before Jan or after her had ever 
given him as many thrills as she had. He sucked her hungrily, devouring 
every delicious drop. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

When Jan showed up a few minutes late at the model shop, Natalie noticed 
something different about her. There was a certain spring to her walk and a 
glow to her eyes that indicated she had been carrying on sexually with 
someone. 

"What are you so happy about?" she demanded. 

"Why do you ask?" Jan retorted as she went into a dressing room and began 
changing into some of the clothes that she kept at the shop to wear for the 
sake of the customers. 

"I always know when one of my girls is having a good time," Natalie 
declared. "Did Freddie come back?" 

Natalie had hit the nail on the head with such perfection and skill that it 
seemed spooky to Jan. She was so stunned, in fact, that she couldn't hold 
back the truth any longer. 

"Yes, how did you know?" she blurted. 

"It stands out all over when a girl is walking on the clouds," she countered 
crisply. 

"Freddie and I might get married, Natalie," Jan said joyously. "It would be 
wonderful. I understand how you feel and please, understand how I feel." 

Natalie thought Freddie was fickle. She was sure that if he'd left her once, 
he would leave her again. 

"Don't let the bastard creep hurt you, honey," she warned her. "He hurt you 
once. Undoubtedly he'll hurt you again." 

Natalie had introduced fear into Jan's mind. And this spoiled the cloud nine 
feeling that Freddie had given her over his triumphant return. 

When Natalie saw the look of fear surfacing in her eyes, she glowed with a 
sort of pleasurable satisfaction. 

"I only want to protect you," she said quickly. "Fm thinking of you. Freddie 
and all the other men like him can take care of themselves. There are always 
horrid women who will accommodate them." 

Natalie thought it best not to say another word. She had sprinkled the 
poisonous seed in the young model's mind. Now she would let it grow and 
pretend all the time that her only concern was for Jan's sake. In reality, 
she was flashing green with iealousy, but she had to keep that to herself. 

During the day Jan found it difficult to show the wealthy, spoiled women the 
various garments. It was not easy to satisfy them. 

One woman told her point blank what she was looking for. 

"I'm getting a new wardrobe." she informed her, "so I can hook a man. I've 
joined a very exclusive dating club. I'm hoping to snag a millionaire." 

Jan got her point. 

"I'll tip you well, dear," the woman assured her, "if you can outfit me so I 
can be beautiful." 

Jan recognized that the young lady standing before her was a beauty. She 
really didn't need the benefit of all of these clothes. She was simply 
padding her ego and deducting from her bank account to do so. However, that 
was all part of Natalie's business. The selling of illusions, the appealing 
to the ego, and the treading softly where angels dare not go. 

"I'm sure that we can help you," Jan said smoothly. "Let's look at this line 
we have here. This is our new Paris line of lingerie and most men find it 
irresistible." 

That was what the woman wanted. 

"That's what I need," she exclaimed eagerly. "I want ten of everything. I 
like to be very clean." 

This pleased Jan. For she did get a percentage on all orders. Placing such a 
large order would prove very profitable to her. 

"It's a sound investment," Jan assured her coyly. 

The woman was pleased and delighted to see that she did look good in the 
lingerie. She tried everything on and insisted on Jan flattering her over 
and over. Jan was more than willing to give her the ego support she required 
to make the purchases. It was well worth her while. 

When the day was over. Natalie abruptly came into the dressing room where 
Jan was changing into her street clothes. 

"You've had a wonderful day, dear," she told her, "and I see no reason why 
we shouldn't raise your salary. You're quite an asset to my place. 

Jan was pleased but she knew Natalie probably had some subtle maneuverings 
up her sleeve. 

"What do you want?" Jan smiled smugly. 

Natalie didn't like the smirky attitude that Jan had now. The look on her 
face bothered her. 

"Ingratitude is one of the things I find most difficult to bear," she 
declared. 

For a moment Jan was certain that she was going to take away the increase in 
salary. However, Natalie kept her composure and smiled coolly. 

"Have fun with Freddie tonight. But keep him on a leash, won't you, dear?" 

That snide little aside didn't exactly please Jan. 

"Thank you for your concern for my well being, dear," she said as she 
finished dressing and left the model shop. 

Freddie was waiting outside. 

"A lot of beautiful girls work here," he observed. 

"Yes, and I'm the most beautiful and don't you ever forget it, Freddie," Jan 
snapped indignantly. 

Freddie was only kidding. He was back in her heart and back in her 
possession. To have her snap at him now really bugged him. 

"Get off my back," he told her. "I never married you." 

Natalie's poisonous seed had worked wonders. Freddie and Jan had only been 
together five minutes and already they were snapping at each other. Watching 
from a window as the two of them drove off, Natalie could tell they were 
fighting about something. As she turned the blinds to cut the sun out 
completely and closed the shop, she smiled to herself. She knew that it was 
just a matter of time before Jan would be back in bed with her. No doubt Jan 
would come running back with a sorry tale about Freddie's disloyalty. 

At this point, however, Natalie didn't know whether she would take her back. 
She was beginning to get disgusted with the crude ways of the young, 
selfish, spoiled beauty. 

Freddie suggested they could go to dinner. 

"That's an improvement over where you usually want to go," she told him. 

"Where's that?" he snapped angrily again. 

"You usually want to go to bed," she reminded him. "And then I have to fix 
you a fucking meal with hardly any food in your refrigerator. Damn it, I 
want to be treated like a lady, Freddie." 

Freddie felt as though she wasn't talking like a lady. She was talking like 
a spoiled little bitch and he thought he'd tell her so. 

"You've changed, Jan, you know that?" he finally blurted. 

"Yes, I have," she admitted. "I've grown more beautiful. I've learned how to 
dress and modeling always improves the posture and the stride." 

Freddie couldn't hide his rage. 

"You've become cold and hard and brazen," he declared. "In short, you've 
become an all-American female bitch." 

That was more than Jan could take. 

"Stop the car, Freddie," she declared. "I can walk before I can take your 
insults. I don't have to take any more of this hate crap anymore. Find some 
other masochist who wants to take you sadistic remarks. I won't stand for 
it." 

Her voice was charged with emotion. Freddie knew he had come on too strong. 
He apologized quickly. 

"Oh, I didn't mean nothing," he insisted. 

"You never did mean anything," she snapped. "Let me out. I'm tired of your 
insults." 

Freddie really did feel bad. While he momentarily had a flash of anger and 
felt hostility and disgust tof ward Jan, he nevertheless, did have a strong 
feeling of love for her. 

"We can't break up like this." he told her. 

"Oh, yes, we can," she said as he came to a stop when she was about ready to 
jump. 

Freddie's arm reached out to grab her. 

"Stay here, honey," he whispered enticingly. "I apologize for being an SOB." 

Freddie's apology seemed so genuine, so heartfelt and sincere that she 
couldn't reject it. 

"All right," she whispered, "but let's not fight, Freddie. I've had a rough 
day. When the women come in the shop and ask to see about fifty million 
things before they will select one item, it's exhausting. Today I did have a 
lucky break. One rich wench came in who was trying to snag a millionaire. 
She bought ten of everything in her size. First break I've had in a long 
time." 

Freddie laughed as he listened to her tell about her problems at the 
lingerie shop. 

"I suppose you have a lot of fun," he laughed. "Looking at these dolls 
parade in their lingerie and all." 

Shaking her head, Jan assured him there was no fun at all. 

"If you'd see what they put me through," she told him frankly, "you wouldn't 
say I was having fun. It's a very difficult job. I'm doing my best. That's 
all I can do." 

Freddie understood her and felt for her. He recognized that she was trying 
to be as kind as she knew how. 

He asked her if it would be all right if they went to a restaurant near a 
motel. 

"I guess I am just a nasty voyeur," Freddie confessed. 

"Yes, that's what you are," she agreed with him. "You're a dirty old man." 

Freddie laughed as he looked at her now. She laughed, too. 

"It's the nature of the beast," he admitted as he pulled off near the 
restaurant next to the motel where he wanted to have sex with her. 

After cocktails and a pleasant dinner, they went next door to the motel. 
Freddie signed in under his usual assumed name. They drove to the back of 
the motel and went in. Freddie showered first and she did, too. Then they 
sat naked on the bed and watched the adult color films. 

It was interesting to see one girl having sex with two men on the screen. 

"Now don't say that's what you want," she warned him. "I will be damned if I 
will ever submit to two men. Putting up with one thick prick slipping in me 
is enough." 

Freddie laughed as he locked his arms around her. Soon he was slipping a 
French tickler on the tip of his cock. 

"I'm gonna fuck you," he whispered. 

Straddling her, he slowly inserted his cock in her pussy hole. She reached 
up to grip his hips as he shoved in hard. His throbbing, long penis felt 
good to her. She liked the sensation of the French tickler on the tip of his 
meaty cock head. It added an erotic pleasure as it gently massaged inside of 
her sensitive vagina. Clasping his round buttocks, she parted them. Easing a 
finger up Freddie's ass-hole, she finger fucked him there while he plunged 
his manhood deeply into her. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged. 

He rammed it to her with hard, deep thrusts. 

"Ohhh," she cried, "I can't get enough of it. Come on, give it to me." 

He was ramming it to her now in deep, intense strokes. 

"Ohhh," he cried eagerly, "fuck me, fuck me." 

Thrusting it into her without mercy, he enjoyed the way she let her 
beautiful bosoms brush back and forth across his hairy chest. Pressing his 
lips on hers now, he let his tongue slide along her lips. Parting her mouth, 
she felt Freddie's tongue slipping inside. Soon their tongues were doing a 
love duet. 

"Love me, love me," she panted passionately. 

Her pussy muscles joyously grabbed his thrusting, hard penis. 

"Screw me," she begged frantically. 

She kept brushing her big bosoms back and forth across his chest. At the 
same time she clasped his ass cheeks. 

"I want it," he told her. "Fuck me, fuck me." 

The delicious thrills that tingled through her body kept her on fire now. 

"Ohhh," he groaned, "I want it. Screw me." 

The sensational tingles that she felt as he shot his wad in her pussy came 
through. She wrapped her legs around his and pumped back until she came. As 
she juiced, Freddie could feel his cock slipping smoothly in her hot, sticky 
hole. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as he felt the electrical thrills flashing through his 
body. 

He finally pulled his sticky-with-cum cock out of her. 

"Get underneath me and lick it off," he suggested. 

She slid down underneath him until she was even with his crotch. Reaching up 
she pulled his sticky cock to her lips and sucked hungrily. Freddie wanted 
to shoot her another load. 

"I've still got a hard-on," he reminded her, "and if you suck it just right, 
I will shoot you a heavy load of cum." 

She sucked smoothly. Jan wanted him to give her another load of his cum 
juice. She was getting more aroused than ever now. The stimulating 
sensations were getting her ever more excited. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," Jan cried out eagerly in her wild passion. 

Freddie kept shoving it into her. 

"Ohhh," she groaned with great tremors. "I love it. 

Give it to me." 

She went back to licking him. He stabbed his prick down her throat. Her 
hands grasped his ass cheeks firmly as he plowed in her face. It was not 
easy to breathe with all of that man meat gliding down her throat. But 
breath wasn't important now. The only thing that mattered was Freddie's cock 
and its explosion. She wanted the taste of his thick sperm shooting in her. 

"Eat it," he begged her frantically. "Suck the cream out of my cock." 

It wasn't long before his penis shot its load. Hungrily she gobbled down his 
creamy, white sperm. 

"Suck off," he whispered as she ate him. 

Finally slipping her mouth off his shaft, she patted his ass cheeks 
affectionately. Freddie wanted still more. 

"Lick them, too," he said, moving forward. 

Lowering his round behind right over her face, he brought himself down on 
her. Her upraised tongue provided an erotic slippery slide for his ass. Her 
tongue was inserted in his tight anus. Freddie pumped up and down, enjoying 
every thrilling second. 

"Ohhh," he groaned as she sucked smoothly. 

He kept doing this until he wanted to lick her, too. Then he pulled off and 
went down on her. Holding her ass cheeks up in the air, he tongue fucked her 
ass-hole. It wasn't long before his finger was working in her pussy and his 
tongue in her ass had her totally stimulated. He knew that he could press 
his lips tightly over her mound and suck her. 

Fastening his lips over her glistening pink pussy, he sucked hungrily. He 
was anxious to lick her all the way. , . 

"Eat me, eat me," she begged. 

Lustily letting his tongue lash inside of her, he ate her all the way. 

It was this kind of erotic sexual play that he enjoyed so keenly. 

When he'd finished sucking her off, he rested his head on her thigh. "Why 
don't we get married?" he suggested. The idea of marriage had never entered 
Jan's mind. She had been so busy with her career and just having fun, that 
marriage seemed remote and distant. "I never thought about it, Freddie," she 
confessed. Freddie looked at her earnestly. "I've given it a lot of 
thought," he told her firmly. "I got stung once by that little wench in New 
Orleans. It'll never happen again. If I would marry you and you would be 
loyal to me, and I could be to you, there would be no problems." 

Freddie having been so honest, Jan felt as though she had to disclose what 
she'd done with Natalie. 

"Freddie," she whispered, "what if I hadn't been perfectly faithful to you 
when you were gone?" 

He had never really given that much consideration to it. He was so certain 
of his charm and his appeal that he assumed she would be completely faithful 
to him. 

"I'll confess," he admitted, "that I never thought about that. I figured you 
would be faithful to me. Why not?" 

She nodded and smiled at him. 

"You have been a little too sure for your own good," she told him finally, 
"because there is Natalie. She's nuts about me." 

Freddie glowered at her. 

"That damned, fucking lesbian," he shrieked, "I figured as much. I heard 
that she went for young, hot meat." 

It bothered Jan that Freddie looked at it this way. It had been a grim 
challenge to his ego. 

"I didn't like Natalie's dildo as much as your cock," she said quickly, 
hoping that would smooth things over. 

However, it worked the other way. 

"That's a very big compliment," he said, mocking her in a rage. "I would 
have preferred your telling me that you gang banged the sixth fleet before 
this." 

Realizing how deeply Freddie felt about her sexual conduct bothered Jan. 

"You're morbid," she complained. 

"No, I'm just being realistic," he snapped defiantly. "Look at it this way. 
You are asking me to forget the fact that another woman had sex with you. 
That is sick, sick, sick and if you don't know it is, I will tell you so." 

Jan had never looked at it that way at all. Natalie had been so friendly and 
kind to her that she concluded it was just another form of sexual 
expression. Nothing more, nothing less. Dumbfounded by Freddie's outburst, 
she tried to keep her cool. But Freddie wouldn't let her. 

"Tell me everything she did to you," he ordered roughly. 

"Why should I?" she snapped in defiance. 

"I think a man has a right to know what his woman is doing with another 
woman," he declared. 

Glaring in this way at her, Jan wanted to cry out in angry rage. For she 
didn't think she had done anything wrong. She thought Freddie was terribly 
narrow minded. 

"You think you are broad-minded," she said angrily, "but you are not. You 
are very narrow. It's your ego. And that's all it is. You're not fooling me, 
Freddie." 

Freddie was pacing the floor in his fury. 

"Tell me, how long is her dildo?" he demanded angrily. 

"Oh, Freddie, stop being a fool," Jan burst out. "I've already told you that 
I prefer your cock. That should be enough for you." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

While it was easy for Jan to feel for Freddie, she couldn't help remember 
some of the men that she had enjoyed when she was foot loose and imagine 
free. 

Freddie didn't seem to her to be quite as good at sex as some of the other 
men. For one thing, she felt Freddie didn't have the biggest cock. Freddie 
noticed how she was changing. 

One night when they were out on a date, he asked her point blank, "Are you 
sure you haven't been doing it with any other men when I was away?" 

In a moment of candor, Jan assured him she had. 

"Did you expect me to sit home alone and weep for you?" she demanded. 
Freddie got the point. 

"How many?" he asked, looking at her angrily. 

"What difference does it make how many there were?" she demanded. 

Freddie wanted to let her know in his own way what the score was. 

"I cared for you," he told her, "and all the time I was having sex with the 
other girl, I couldn't get you out of my mind." 

He thought that was a great tribute, but Jan looked at it another way. 

"You were trying to tell me that you were being loyal when you were being 
disloyal. You talk about political double talk. You ought to run for office. 
I'm sure you'd go over big as a senator." 

Freddie didn't find it funny. Pulling up to her house he let her out. 

"Look, honey," he told her, "I get tired of your mouth." 

Jan got out of his car and left with a shrug. She didn't slam the door but 
closed it casually as if she could care less. Freddie would have preferred 
to have her bang the door, as that would have given him some indication that 
she cared. It was that nonchalant attitude she had, as if she could pick a 
man up any minute that she wanted to, that really got to him. 

He didn't call her for some time. He felt it best to let her simmer in her 
own juices. But it didn't work out very well. For she managed to find an 
opportunity to get another man quickly. She always had good luck at the 
Casbah Bar. It was real dark in there and the young, hot-blooded men who 
were seeking sex could find it with the women who came there. Some of them 
charged and some of them didn't. 

Sitting down beside one young stud who appealed to her, she engaged in 
conversation rather quickly. 

"I like it here," she began. "It's so dark you forget the outside world." 

The athletic, muscular, young, blonde man who was sitting beside her was 
pleased at what he saw. She was deliberately wearing a low-cut blouse and 
bending over so he could gain a superb view of her cleavage. His eyes darted 
from her bosoms down to her legs. She was put together magnificently and 
this was just the type of doll he liked to bed down with. However, he never 
liked to pay for it. He hoped that she wasn't a hooker, as he wouldn't go 
along with giving her one nickel for a piece of ass. 

"I'll buy you a drink," he suggested quietly. 

"Oh, that would be nice," Jan said agreeably. 

In a short time they were talking. 

"It's dangerous for a nice-looking, young girl like you to come in here all 
alone," he told her. "There are a lot of sex maniacs loose in this dirty old 
world." 

He had a slurpy way of saying it that really got to her. 

"I know what you mean," she told him, "and I'll try to be real careful." 

He was getting the point and so was she. 

"You're beautiful," he whispered when he had convinced her she needed the 
second drink. 

The timing was perfect. She was loosened up now and appreciated having his 
leg pressed against hers. 

"I know a nice place we could go, not far from here," he suggested. 

Slowly she looked up at him. 

"I'm not a hustler." 

That really got to him. For that was what he didn't want. 

"I'm sure you aren't," he told her. "I'm never attracted to women who peddle 
their ass." 

It pleased Jan that he credited her with being a good girl. 

"Can we slip out of here without having the bartender notice it?" she asked 
quietly. He nodded. 

"I'll go out first and you join me a few moments later," he told her. 

He paid the bill and left. The bartender watched her closely. Apparently he 
was concerned about her well being, she figured, but wished he would leave 
her alone. Just as she was about to leave, the bartender gave her a warning. 

"He's a sadistic creep," he said. "Don't get involved with him." 

Shrugging as if she didn't know what he was talking about, she shook her 
head. 

"Thanks," she told him, "but you needn't worry." 

The bartender was certain that she was going out with him anyway. Having 
heard from other women who had gone out with the same man that he was a 
dangerous character, he wished she would listen for her own good. 

Once outside the bar, the hot-blooded, young, blonde stud could hardly wait 
to get Jan in his car and drive her to a nearby hotel. 

"They've got a nice place right near here," he told her. 

This pleased Jan no end. 

"I am anxious to show you what I can do," he declared emphatically. 

As he patted her thigh with feeling, she remembered the words of the 
bartender. She hoped that she wasn't walking into some type of a trap. 

He parked in back of the rather modest hotel which was only situated four 
blocks from the Casbah Bar. 

"Come on in," he told her. "No problem. They make their money on people like 
you and me." 

That didn't relax her mind at all. Jan didn't care how they made their 
money. The important thing to her was getting in without having anyone 
consider her a slut. For if there was one thing she didn't want to be 
thought of, it was a lowly slut. 

Once in the muscular man's grip, she felt a tinge of fear go through her. 
For as he held her close to him, when the door was closed in the bedroom 
that he had gotten her into, she felt fear. He clutched her so tightly he 
almost squeezed the breath out of her. 

"You're coming on strong," she warned him. 

He smiled. 

"Take off your clothes," he said. 

Jan removed her clothes slowly. Bring a lingerie model she always wore 
beautiful undergarments. The sheer pink panties and bra appealed to the 
young stud. 

"Hey, you look nice," he told her. "I see you shave your box." 

Nodding, she looked at him nervously. 

"Something about you gives me the creeps," she confessed. 

"Maybe it's because I'm a sadist," he smiled. 

She knew very well what that meant. 

"Now get everything off," he told her, "and get over on the bed. I want you 
spread-eagle on your stomach." 

She couldn't finish stripping. The fear that she felt running through her in 
a cold chill was real now. The bartender had warned her and she figured it 
was time to make a run for the door. Clutching the clothes that she'd just 
dropped onto a chair, she made a dash for the door. However, her young, 
blonde lover overtook her swiftly. Grabbing her and laughing as he pulled 
her back, he asked her what was the matter. 

"Let's just forget it," Jan told him. 

Smiling as he looked at her, he said casually, "I had you figured as a prick 
teaser. That's over. You are going to satisfy me." 

Now she had invoked his wrath. Fearfully she did as he instructed. Dropping 
her clothes to the floor, she finished stripping. Obediently Jan went over 
to the bed and stretched out on her stomach. The blonde man undressed 
himself now. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw his huge cock swinging 
between his legs. 

"You are going to get fucked," he told her. 

Once on the bed, he saw to it that her ankles were tied to the foot of the 
bed and her wrists were tied to the head of the bed. He tore up a sheet to 
gain pieces of cloth that acted as ropes to bind her body. . 

"I'm gonna whip you with this leather belt," he said as he proudly displayed 
his belt which had some metal stars on it. 

"Come off it," she snapped, hoping she would jolt him back to reality. 

However, he was too far gone on his own sex trip and paid no attention to 
her. 

At this point Jan flinched in fear, for he was standing over her, his cock 
quivering wildly. Placing one foot on the bed, he then let her have it with 
the belt. Repeatedly he lashed her with the belt. He seemed to enjoy what he 
was doing enormously now. 

"Enjoy," he smiled. "Enjoy it." 

She was in her own personal hell. It was terrible being subjected to the 
torture that she was now. Trying her very best to control herself, she 
begged for mercy. But her pleas were only met with derisive laughter. 

"You should have thought of all of this before you came to my room with me," 
he told her. "Some creeps kill. I just get a thrill when I inflict pain." 

He kept it up until her ass cheeks were red. Then he got on the bed. He 
pressed his tongue to her rectum. Tongue fucking Jan's ass-hole, the blonde 
brute decided now it was time to plunge his rigid manhood up her tight anal 
passage. Fearfully she watched as he spit in his hand. Applying his own 
spittle to his thick, meaty cock head, he prepared to invade her tight anal 
passage. 

With a driving, hard stab, he plunged right up Jan's ass-hole. 

"You're gonna get fucked and fucked good," he warned her. 

His powerful cock stabbed right up her ass. She twisted around as the thick, 
long penis rode in her without mercy. 

"Push back to me," he demanded, "and you'd better enjoy it." 

He could act like a demon. Trying to control herself as best she knew how, 
Jan did push back, just as he ordered. He got a big charge out of the 
sensations that were being generated in his body now. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," he told her. 

His powerful cock continued sliding inside of her tight, twisting anal 
passage. 

"Ohhh," he grunted as he felt the insistent, hard cock stab in her. 

He thrilled to the fact she was tight back there. 

"You're a good ass fuck," he observed. "I'm glad you appreciated me, too." 

Ruthlessly he kept his hard penis riding inside of her. She could hardly 
stand it now. 

"Stop it. stop it." she pleaded. 

Her cries brought only pleasure to him. It fired his loins to have her 
begging like this. 

"You are going to get fucked," he told her, "and fucked real good." 

The thrilling thrusts as far as he was concerned were torturous jabs as far 
as Jan was concerned. However, she was forced to keep her ass twisting and 
rocking back and forth to assist him in sliding his manhood up her behind. 

"Fuck it, fuck it," he cried out eagerly. "Ohhhh, yes, yes. Fuck, fuck!" 

Her tight anal muscles grabbed at his stabbing, sliding spear. 

"Ohhh," he gasped as his hard cock unloaded in her ass-hole. 

He was almost out of his mind with erotic delight as he kept his penis 
rhythmically plunging up her tight anus. 

When he did pull out, he got to his feet and went over to the dresser and 
took out some pills. Jan was certain that he was high on something. 

"What's that you're taking?" she asked him. "None of your business," he 
smiled as he swallowed the pills. 

Returning to her now, he smiled without humor. 

"Why do you dames take chances?" he asked her. 

It wasn't easy for her to answer. Finally she revealed the truth of the 
matter. 

"I got bored with my boyfriend," she confessed. "He was disloyal to me. He 
did come back, but the more I thought about him playing around with another 
woman, the more I loathed him." 

The blonde man had a very good knowledge of how women felt. He could see 
from the way she spoke of her boyfriend and the anger and hostility she 
still felt in her being over his playing around, that she still cared for 
him deeply. 

"You're not fooling anybody," he shook his head. "You still care about the 
guy. Why don't you go back to him?" 

Jan was upset at the way he spoke with her, but she began to realize that he 
was uttering the truth, as difficult as it was to admit that to herself. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The next day Jan had to reflect on where she was headed. It was apparent to 
her that she obviously did care about Freddie an awful lot. Even though 
Freddie had been disloyal to her in some respects, he had been loyal to her 
in other ways. After all, he did come back to indicate how much he cared for 
her. 

In a flood of emotional desire, Jan picked up the phone and called him. 
Freddie wasn't so happy to hear from her. 

"What the fuck do you want?" he demanded. "I want to apologize," she 
explained. 

"Forget it," Freddie snapped. "It's all over. I'm not a yo-yo." 

It was true, she had been giving him a lot of ups and downs. Yet the only 
reason she had done this was from her own frustration and confusion. 
"Freddie, I'll do anything you say," she told him. "All right," he demanded, 
"if I say I want to make it with you and another woman together, you'll do 
it?" 

Freddie figured he had her right where he wanted her. He wasn't going to let 
her off easy. "Anything, Freddie," Jan agreed. "Why don't you and me and 
Natalie get together for some orgy fun?" he suggested. "All right," Jan said 
sadly. That afternoon at the model shop, Jan knew she would have to talk 
Natalie into an orgy with Freddie. It wasn't going to be easy. Natalie had 
grown so fond of her she was fearful she wouldn't like the whole idea. 

As she was about to leave once the other girls had already gone, she spoke 
with Natalie confidentially. 

"I have to speak with you about something that means a lot to me," Jan 
smiled nervously. 

Natalie understood something was troubling her and she was eager to learn 
what it was. In her private office Natalie sat down behind her desk and 
listened as the young, beautiful model explained her dilemma. 

"Freddie and I are getting back together," she told her in a gush of sudden 
emotion. After that, Jan hesitated and couldn't bring herself around to 
telling Natalie what Freddie had suggested "How nice," Natalie told her. "I 
hope you find what you're looking for. He's disappointed you before and 
undoubtedly he'll disappoint you again." Finally Jan explained exactly what 
her predicament was. 

"Freddie wants a three-way," she said. "He thinks you are very appealing. 
And he wants the three of us to have a sex orgy." 

Natalie's eyes opened wide as she listened to her. 

"What kind of a woman does he think I am?" she almost shrieked. 

"I knew you wouldn't care for the idea," Jan said softly. "But I've got to 
get him back. I'm nuts about him." 

Natalie had an answer for that. 

"You're just plain nuts," she told her. "You ought to go to a shrink. Forget 
that foolish fucker, Freddie. Darling, I could do so much for you. We don't 
need him." 

Natalie was making her boldest pitch now. It was obvious to young Jan what 
an awful predicament she was in. With Natalie caring so much for her, it 
probably would cause her more pain than pleasure to become involved in an 
orgy with Freddie as well. 

"I'm sorry I even suggested it," she apologized. 

Natalie could see tears rolling down her cheeks. That always touched her 
when a girl would cry over some plight that she was in. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she shook her head. "I didn't mean to be difficult. But it 
is such a dreadful mess, you must admit." 

Getting up from her chair and walking over to the young girl, the lingerie 
model shop owner placed her hand on Jan's shoulder. 

"You have demonstrated to me great concern for my best interest. I want to 
help you. If it means going to bed with Freddie and you, I guess I can do 
it." 

Looking up at her gratefully, Jan thanked her. 

"Oh, Natalie, I can't tell you how happy I am to hear you say that." 

Just then she heard Freddie tooting his horn outside of the model shop. 

"That's him," Jan shook her head. "Impossible. I don't know when he wants to 
get together, but I'll let you know." 

Once Jan got outside and got in the car with Freddie, she found out fast 
just how swiftly he wanted the orgy action. 

"Let's make it tonight," he told her. "I hope you mentioned it to Natalie, 
and I'm sure she would approve. She's quite a wild swinger." 

Freddie's blunt boldness and crudeness about the sex orgy bothered Jan. 

"You don't waste time, do you?" 

Shaking his head, Freddie chuckled, "when you're hot, you're hot." 

Getting out of the car, Jan felt compelled to go back and ask Natalie if it 
would be all right for them to get together that night. 

'That absurd man," Natalie stammered. "He really does like to be the big 
macho man, doesn't he?" 

Jan nodded sadly. 

"I guess he expects a lot of adulation to bolster his psyche ego. When I 
step out on him I am fearful that I hurt him more than I realize." 

Natalie had a come-back for that quickly. 

"He wasn't caring very much when he ran off to New Orleans with another 
woman. He didn't give a damn what it did to you, dear. Don't you ever forget 
it." 

Jan knew she never could. Natalie decided she would join them. She put on 
another outfit so she would look her very best and then came out with Jan 
and got in Freddie's car. 

"Hi, Nat, you old swinger, you," Freddie gloated as he looked at her. 

"Hello, you loathsome male," Natalie laughed, trying to make the best of a 
very awkward and ugly situation. 

"Are we gonna screw at your place or mine?" Freddie smiled at Natalie. 

Natalie didn't want to go to Freddie's place. She was certain it wouldn't be 
up to her high standards. 

"If it wouldn't put you out, Freddie," she said in a demanding voice, "I 
would prefer my place." 

Freddie laughed as he realized it was annoying and troubling to Natalie to 
have to share her lover. He felt he had been put through seven hells and he 
might as well give her a little personal hell, too. 

Natalie gave him her address and he changed his direction on the freeway 
after he got off at the next turn-off. 

When they finally did arrive at Natalie's apartment, she felt suddenly like 
backing out. However, when she noticed the pleased expression on Jan's face, 
she knew she couldn't back out now, Freddie had some nice things to say 
about Natalie's elegant apartment with its soft-blue walls, and white 
carpeting. 

"Got a posh place here, Natalie," Freddie assured her. "You live high and 
mighty, honey-how much does a place like this cost?" 

"Enough," Natalie nodded, moving over to the bar in the corner of the large 
living room. "Now, what you like to drink?" 

Freddie sat down on the soft sofa, and thought about it a moment as he 
looked at all the liquor she had stored up in the bar. 

"I-I'd like a Bourbon and Seven," he told her. 

"Could you mix me a Brandy Alexander?" Jan suggested, noticing what a good 
liquor stock she had at the bar. 

"Certainly, dear-we have everything here," Natalie smiled as she poured a 
double shot of bourbon into a glass, and mixed it with Seven-Up and added a 
couple of ice cubes for Freddie. Fixing the Brandy 

Alexander next, she walked over to them both and gave them their drinks and 
then went back to the bar, and fixed a scotch on the rocks for herself. 
Sitting on the sofa between Freddie and Jan, she spoke rather bluntly. 

"I see nothing wrong with a cozy little orgy-as long as everyone is 
agreeable." 

Natalie was actually speaking out loud to herself. For there was an 
uncertainty she felt deep within herself about sharing her beautiful female 
lover with a man. 

"Of course, of course, Nat-you old swinger," Freddie bubbled 
enthusiastically after the liquor had taken hold of his senses. 

Returning to the bar, Natalie braced herself for the orgy with a double shot 
of scotch, and then came back to Freddie, "Another drink, my luv?" 

Natalie found herself forcing a smile to come to her face as she didn't want 
a trace of her inner feelings to surface. 

"Bring the bourbon bottle over here," Freddie suggested, "I want to get 
stoned." 

Gladly, Natalie brought the bottle over to him and he placed the bottle on 
the table with a thud. "Thanks, Natalie-by the way when did you become a 
swinger-I mean, turn on with women?" 

Realizing, Freddie was becoming bombed out, Jan tried to calm him down. "You 
are getting much too personal," she insisted. 

But Natalie responded with a quick retort, "Freddie, I became a swinger when 
I realized I had a lot of foolish inhibitions. They're all gone now, and I 
can enjoy sex with three in a bed." 

Freddie had something else in his mind and he didn't hesitate to tell her 
so. 

"I enjoy seeing two lovely ladies bare ass naked in bed and sucking on each 
other's cunt. That was what I had in mind." 

"An exhibition, eh, Freddie?" Natalie quipped. "Just another dirty old man. 
Tell me what do you find so fascinating about two girls going at it, 
Freddie?" 

"Never figured that out," Freddie laughed, putting the bourbon bottle to his 
lips, as he tilted his head back and let it gush down his throat. 

Jan knew now it was not such a good idea to get her two lovers together. 
They were using words like swords to come at each other, and she hoped 
somebody wouldn't get hurt in the process. 

Finally, they went into the bedroom and Freddie sat down in a chair in the 
corner and watched the two women strip. 

"From what Jan's been telling me," he smirked, "you eat pussy almost as good 
as I do-" 

Natalie didn't respond to that jibe. Instead, she ignored Freddie and 
focused her eyes on her love-beautiful Jan slipping out of her panties at 
this erotic moment. Jan's jutting bosoms, trim waist, and long legs made her 
a most appealing sex package. Freddie's eyes focused on her shaved vagina. 

"You got to thank me, Natalie for shaving her pussy-I shaved it all myself, 
so you could enjoy sucking it all the more-" 

The touch of sarcasm in his voice irritated Natalie, but she pretended it 
didn't bother her at all. 

"How thoughtful of you," she smiled, "I should have sent you a thank you 
card!" 

Freddie's warped sense of humor appreciated her quip. Now that Natalie was 
naked, he got to his feet and went over to her and slapped her bare bottom. 

"Now get on the bed and eat my girlfriend just like you do when I'm not 
around." 

Natalie hated him placing his hand on her behind. There was something 
detestable about Freddie and his carping comments. No doubt about it, he was 
insanely jealous of her relationship with Jan she reasoned. He only wanted 
her to put on a suck exhibition to mock their love-making, and this seemed 
most disgusting to her. 

The two women were naked now and faced each other hesitatingly. "Get on the 
fucking bed," Freddie called out as he went back to his chair to sit down 
and watch. 

They both felt nervous doing it in front of Freddie. It had seemed so right 
in private, but now it seemed like a dirty act, and this made Jan feel 
guilty. Turning to Freddie, she suggested, "why don't we forget the orgy?" 

"No way," Freddie smiled, "I want to watch two lovely ladies sucking on each 
other-go ahead-" 

Natalie wasn't going to back out. She was crazy about Jan and now she vowed 
she'd put on an exhibition of lust Freddie would never forget. She 
hesitatingly stretched out naked on the bed, waiting awkwardly for Jan to 
join her. 

Finally, Jan did walk over to the bed and lie down beside her female lover. 
She angled her body so that her face would be facing Natalie's vagina, and 
her vagina would be near Natalie's face. 

Freddie wanted a closer view of what was happening. Getting to his feet he 
walked over to the bed, and watched as the women began licking on each 
other. 

Natalie was unashamedly licking on her lover's appealing, moist pussy. Her 
tongue caressed gently along the inviting slit. At the same moment, she was 
thrilling to the erotic thrill of Jan's tongue sliding in her own hot hole. 
Now, Freddie was horny. Slowly unzipping his fly, he reached in and pulled 
out his rigid manhood. He was hard now, and the women were lustfully sucking 
on each other's womanhood. 

It was this kind of total lack of inhibition that triggered his hard-on, and 
now he was slowly stroking his manmeat and watching the two women sucking. 

The loud suck sounds Natalie made as she ate her female lover's pussy 
pleased him. 

He liked the sight of Natalie's pink tongue-tip sliding smoothly into her 
female lover's quivering mound. 

Freddie was getting hotter every moment as he watched the two women go after 
each other. Reaching into his pants, he pulled out his swelling balls, and 
gripping his nuts in one hand, pumped on his penis with the other. 

Natalie and Jan closed their eyes as they steamed-up their pussy suck 
action. Natalie's hot hands clasped Jan's silken smooth ass cheeks. She kept 
her tongue pumping in Jan's pussy is a hot, dedicated rhythm. Her hot tongue 
lashed, caressed, licked and stabbed into Jan's hot joy-hole with such 
speed, and skill it almost got Freddie jealous. He was certain he was giving 
Jan a better tongue job than Natalie was. 

It was obvious Jan was enjoying being sucked on. She was trembling in her 
passionate frenzy. And at the same time, she was going after Natalie's hot 
crotch with her tongue doing a super job of lashing, licking, and sucking 
with her lips. 

When the women juiced, and Freddie heard the loud suck sounds it made him 
wish he had his face buried in Jan's delicious pussy at this moment. But for 
now he had to take his time, and wait. For he would get even with Natalie 
for trying to lure his beautiful Jan away from him. 

Once the women had finished sucking, opened their eyes and looked in his 
direction, he dropped his hands from his bloated balls and stiff prick. 

"You enjoy it, Freddie?" Natalie smirked in triumph over the fact his lover 
could turn-on with her like a tiger. 

"You betcha' I did," he gloated, "Now, I'm going to get in bed with you 
both." 

It didn't take Freddie long to get out of his clothes. His hard-on indicated 
to both women how hot he was. 

"Got any vaseline in the house?" Freddie asked Natalie. 

"I guess so," Natalie nodded, "what do you want it for?" 

"Your ass-hole," he laughed, "get it, Nat-and I'll fuck your butt!" 

For a tense moment, Natalie hesitated. She wasn't anxious to let Freddie 
make her submit to sodomy. She got off the bed and walked over to her purse. 
She always carried a small, pearl-handled pistol for protection. At this 
moment, she felt like blasting away at Freddie, and ending the nightmarish 
orgy. 

Placing her hand momentarily on the pistol, she was about to pull it out 
when Freddie spotted her hesitating as she felt of something in her purse. 
He wondered what she was doing. 

"Hey. let's get this fuck show on the road," he admonished her. Thinking of 
what horror she might generate if she did use the pistol on Freddie, she 
slowly slid her hand from her purse, and walked into the bathroom to get the 
vaseline. 

Coming back to the bed, she handed it to Freddie. 

"Open it, and apply it to my prick," he insisted. 

Hesitatingly, she uncapped the vaseline container, and dipped a finger 
inside and used it on Freddie's throbbing long penis. 

"Now, Nat, I want you to bend over so I can stick it up your ass-hole." The 
sight of Freddie's huge cock didn't exactly appeal to Natalie. She knew it 
would be awful to have him driving all his prick-meat up her tight anal 
passage. 

"Hurry up," Freddie insisted, "I want to screw your ass-hole, and I can't do 
it when you're sitting on the edge of the bed." 

Reluctantly, Natalie got in the middle of the bed, bent over and felt 
Freddie's hands gripping her buttocks firmly as he planted his penis between 
her rubbery ass cheeks. The gush of air she felt as he parted her buttocks 
indicated she was very hot. Freddie had enough of the sadistic nature in him 
to make the invasion of her tight anal orifice a great pleasure. 

Jan was sitting on the edge of the bed and watching. It made her nervous to 
see Natalie being subjected to such degradation. 

"Relax," Freddie laughed, "It's only a nine incher." 

"It feels like ninety-nine inches," Natalie exploded as she felt Freddie's 
throbbing manhood sliding slowly to her tight ass-crack. 

He shoved it to her in hard, deep strokes now-obviously determined he was 
going to get it all the way in her tight anus no matter how much it hurt 
her. 

Natalie closed her eyes, and clenched her fists as the pain of Freddie's 
huge prick ramming past her tight anal orifice felt as though she was being 
split in two. 

"You're hurting her," Jan protested. 

"She loves it," Freddie retorted as he sodomized her without mercy. His 
powerful penis was thrusting up her hot, tight ass-hole with savage force 
now, and he was deriving tremendous pleasure from it. 

"Ohhhh, fuck me-shove your ass back," he begged as he discovered she was 
tight, and hot up her ass-hole. 

It was becoming easier now to endure the excruciating pain she was suffering 
as Freddie continued pumping his throbbing long prick up her ass-hole. 

"Shove it back to me," Freddie insisted. "That's it-I pump it up your ass, 
and you wiggle your butt for me. 

Rock it!" 

Her ass cheeks churned now. She was starting to enjoy being sodomized. Not 
wanting to let Jan out of the act, Freddie turned to her. "Jan, you can suck 
my ass out while I fuck Nat's ass-hole." 

Reluctantly, Jan joined Natalie and Freddie. She crouched behind Freddie, 
slowly gripping his firm, round buttocks. Slowly her tongue eased down to 
Freddie's ass-crack. 

Freddie loved the sensation of Jan's hot tongue sliding around his ass 
crack. But, she still wasn't performing satisfactorily for him. He wanted to 
feel her tongue riding up his hot ass-hole all the way, and he didn't 
hesitate to tell her so. 

"Jan, I want your tongue up my ass-way up there." 

Closing her eyes, Jan managed to stiffen her tongue and suddenly plunge it 
all the way up Freddie's hot, tight ass-hole. 

"Yes, yes." Freddie gasped in erotic ecstasy. He enjoyed it completely now, 
for his throbbing, long cock was riding up Natalie's tight, responding 
ass-hole, while Jan's stiffened tongue was gliding up his tight anus. 

Side-glancing, he looked in the mirror. It was an erotic sight to see 
Natalie's body bent over, her ass-cheeks upraised for his pleasure, as his 
penis plunged rhythmically in and out of her behind. And it added to his 
delight to see Jan with her face buried in his behind as she ate his ass 
out. 

Plunging up Natalie's ass-hole all the way, he felt his balls boiling. 
Suddenly his penis exploded in her ass-hole as he finally shot his load. Now 
that her ass-hole was made slick with his own cum, he continued stabbing up 
her slick tight butt. 

It was easy for Jan to tell how stimulated he had become from the muscular 
movements of his pumping behind. She knew he'd climaxed and was riding it up 
her cum-slick ass-hole so he could derive the ultimate sex thrills from her 
body. When he pulled his penis from Natalie's ass-hole, Jan pulled her 
tongue from his behind. 

"Enjoy it, Natalie?" Freddie smiled. 

For a tense moment, Natalie didn't say a word. 

Freddie was pleased. He figured he'd screwed the hell out of her ass-hole, 
and maybe she would leave his young lover Jan alone at last. 

"Yes, yes, I did," Natalie finally confessed. "At first it was awful, but 
once you got it going-it felt fantastic!" 

Jan was surprised to hear Natalie admit to enjoying sodomy. She had always 
denied Freddie this kind of sex unless he made a big scene. Perhaps she had 
competition in Natalie. If she gave Freddie anything he demanded, maybe 
she'd be expected to do the same thing. 

"Hmmmmm," Freddie mused, "that's nice, Nat-maybe we should get together 
every now and then for a three-way fuck. I did enjoy it. And when you two 
women go down on each other-wow.'" 

"Not a bad idea, Freddie," Natalie smiled, and looked at Jan to note her 
response. 

Jan said nothing, until Freddie asked her, "What about it, Jan?" 

"Sure-why not?" Jan laughed, secretly wondering if it was such a good idea 
to have ever introduced her female lover to her male lover. 


THE END
