The Skin Game
by Philip Ray
(SP-933)


PREFACE 

Escaping from her overbearing parents, Penelope Stanhope stumbles into her 
brother's apartment one evening. 

Her brother, Jerry, unaware of her presence, is "socking it to" his chick, 
Karin Leeds. 

Fascinated, Penny watches the scene until it reaches a successful climax. 

Of all the games people play, the skin game is perhaps the most exciting and 
it can be the most dangerous. 

Nineteen and naive, Penny Stanhope gets to play her first skin game that 
very night. 

Her efforts to survive in the big city lead her into a seedy world of 
suggestive pictures and leering photographers. 

She received many "assignments" and she soon learns the rough and sometimes 
cruel rules of the skin game. 

She plays it well because she plays it to win. 

Think you know all there is to know about this game? Think you know all the 
facts? I'm sure you're hip, read the skin game and, you'll know exactly 
where it's at. 

 CONTENTS 

 PREFACE 

 CHAPTER ONE Voyeur's Visit 

CHAPTER TWO Something New 

CHAPTER THREE Sucking's Fun 

CHAPTER FOUR The Best is Yet to Come 

CHAPTER FIVE Good to the Last Drop 

CHAPTER SIX The Rubber Toy 

CHAPTER SEVEN Button, Button, Who's Got the Button? 

CHAPTER EIGHT Anything to Please the Boss 

CHAPTER NINE On the Job 

CHAPTER TEN Pain and Pleasure 

CHAPTER ELEVEN Brotherly Love? 

CHAPTER TWELVE Practice Makes Perfect 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN All Work and No Play 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Sandwich Anyone? 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Once More with Feeling 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Jimmy Rides Again 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Part of the Game 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The Name of the Game 

CHAPTER NINETEEN Pandora's Box 

CHAPTER TWENTY Change of Scene 

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE The Skin Game 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

VOYEUR'S VISIT 

I stared at the closed door, saddened that my knocking had gone unanswered. 
It had been a long trip and the need for a bed was great. 

Finally, in sheer desperation, I reached down and thrust my hand under the 
"Welcome" mat. 

Back home, we had always kept a spare key under the mat in case any of us 
lost or forgot our own key, and I guess it was instinct as well as 
desperation that made me reach under the mat. 

Anyway, I was in luck! 

I held the gold key in my hand for a moment, wondering if Jerry would mind 
my taking such a liberty. It was true that I had never been to his apartment 
before, but since he was my own brother, I was sure that under the 
circumstances he wouldn't mind my walking in and making myself at home. 

However, the moment I stepped inside and heard the moans and grunts, I 
wasn't too sure. But rather than retreat, I headed directly toward the room 
from where the sounds were emanating. 

The door was half open and when I saw what was going on, I stopped short. 

On the bed was my brother giving it to a girl. His smooth back and sensually 
moving buttocks covered most of her body, but her naked white thighs were 
visible on either side of his nude body. 

I could also see her face, neck and shoulders. Her eyes were closed, so she 
didn't see me. Her mouth was open and soft sighs were escaping from her 
lips. The grunts were coming from my brother. 

I should have backed out and given them their privacy, but I was damn 
curious. So I set my suitcases down and watched, fascinated at the movements 
of their entwined white bodies. 

My brother was giving it to her in long, slow strokes. His ass moved up and 
down in perfect rhythm. The girl's hands were clutched at the sides of his 
neck as if she were trying to strangle him. But nothing was further from the 
truth. 

Her body was moving, too, matching his strokes with her own. Her white 
thighs waved suddenly and crossed over his waist and she grunted and pushed 
harder against him. I guess she was starting to come. 

My brother must have sensed it because he started pumping faster. There was 
no more rhythm now. His cock thrust in and out of her in quick jerky 
movements. His dick was loaded with seed and he just had to get rid of it. 

I guess he finally did because the girl's face turned a pasty white. Her 
eyes opened and there was a glazed look about them. She probably had come 
too. His ass stopped moving and I'd swear I saw a tremor pass over his back. 

Then she saw me. She didn't look shocked, just surprised. 

"The cleaning woman, I take it," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. 

"What?" 

My brother turned his head and saw me. He popped out of her and now I could 
see both their bodies in their full naked entirety. 

The girl was young and slim, with surprisingly big breasts for her build. 
She had soft brown hair and was very attractive and sexy. 

My brother, Jerry, was twenty-three at the time, with red hair cut short. He 
is slim but has a nice body with clean lines and is very well endowed. 

My brother hopped out of bed and approached me. 

"Penny, what are you doing here?" 

He didn't try to cover his nakedness. He wasn't mad at seeing me, just 
surprised and curious. 

I thought he would have taken offense at my having watched him in action, 
but it didn't seem to bother him. 

"I came to live here," I announced with satisfaction. 

"What?" 

It came from the girl. 

I looked at the girl. 

"You don't mind?" 

She also hopped out of bed and her tremendous breasts flopped. 

"I certainly do mind. Who the hell are you, anyway?" 

"She's my sister," Jerry told her. 

"I'll bet," said the girl bitterly. 

"Well, I am, if it's any of your business," I said. 

She instantly became pugnacious. 

"Listen, you cunt...." 

"Cut it," Jerry snapped at her. "Karin Leeds, meet Penelope Stanhope, my 
sister. Penny for short." 

"Are you on the level?" she asked. 

"I am," Jerry said. 

Then he ignored her and focused his attention on me. 

"Listen, sweet, what the hell do you mean you're going to live here with 
me?" 

I explained that mom's new husband (our father had died seven years ago) was 
too domineering, puritanical, and I just had to leave home. There was no 
place else to go except to my own sweet brother. So that's what I did. 

Karin looked sympathetic, "Gee, kid, I can't blame you for getting out. I 
hate puritans." 

"Well, you can't stay here," Jerry said. 

"Why not?" Karin interposed. It looked like she was on my side. "You have an 
extra bedroom." 

I suddenly giggled. 

"Maybe Jerry is afraid I'll interfere with his love life." 

"The only love life he has is with me," she said. 

I noticed the sly look in Jerry's face and knew better. Jerry wasn't the 
type to stay with just one girl. Somehow he had managed to keep his other 
affairs from Karin. 

"We'll talk about it in the morning," Jerry said. 

He picked up my suitcase and led the way to the extra bedroom. He didn't 
seem to care that he was naked in front of me. I guess he had a long memory. 

He walked out and gently closed the door. I undressed and put on pajamas. I 
got my toothbrush and went looking for the bathroom to brush my teeth. I 
passed Jerry's bedroom and the door was partially open. I couldn't help but 
look in. 

Jerry was flat on the bed, on his back, and kneeling over him was Karin. She 
was frenching him. I couldn't see Jerry's face so he couldn't see me. Karin 
glanced up and saw me. She winked. 

What the hell. If she didn't care, why should I? So I just stood there and 
watched her french my brother. 

You may think it indelicate for a girl to describe her own brother's penis. 
But I did have a very liberal education, and nothing shocked me. I know all 
the dirty words and I've done enough during the past three years to give me 
a kind of veneer which sheds prudery, false modesty and the like. 

Jerry's penis is long and tapering. It's thick at the base where it starts 
to shoot out from his nest of pubic hair, and is a bit darker than the rest 
of his body. It isn't the longest prick in the world, I've seen longer, but 
it's a nice cock, all the same. 

It was a white monolithic structure of hardened flesh as it stood there, 
upright, with Karin's tongue licking every sensitive part of it. I saw her 
fingers curled about his balls, squeezing, then releasing the pressure, then 
squeezing again. 

I heard Jerry's harsh sounding moans emanating from the room. His thighs 
twitched as Karin's tongue pressed against the protruding veins of his dick. 
Then her head shifted and she was licking at his exposed balls which lay on 
her white palm. 

She licked them and I saw her try to swallow one of them. Jerry's belly was 
moving rapidly up and down. 

I couldn't see beyond his belly button unless I moved closer and to the 
side, but I was afraid of moving. I was afraid he might hear me and get mad 
at this time because I was spying on him. 

This was no accident like before. I should have moved at once when I saw 
what was going on but I couldn't. I was rooted to the spot. 

Karin's mouth suddenly took possession of Jerry's prick and she started to 
suck it. I heard the sucking noises as her head bobbed. I saw her cheeks 
fill out every time the dick went in and I saw her cheeks become hollow when 
the dick came out. I stood, rooted, fascinated. 

I've been through it before. Not as a spectator, mind you, but as a 
participant. But I had never witnessed it and now I was. And I was getting 
hot from watching Karin suck off Jerry's cock. 

Suddenly I wanted something. Anything. A man with his tongue inside my 
pussy, or his cock in my cunt. I didn't care which. I wanted my pussy 
stuffed with something, cock or tongue, it didn't very much matter. But I 
was burning up inside. 

I had to come. 

I had to cream, feel my insides melt, feel the climax shake me. 

I watched as Jerry's prick jerked and spasms made his thighs churn, and I 
saw Karin's cheeks fill out and I knew he was coming. I saw a dribble of 
sperm seep out of the corner of her mouth. Just a dribble. I saw her throat 
move. She was swallowing it. 

I had always spit it out. I had never swallowed it before. 

She kept bobbing her head, draining his cock until it was absolutely dry. 
Then she looked at me and winked and she licked her lips. 

I turned and went back to my new bedroom. I had forgotten about brushing my 
teeth. I took off my pajamas and got into bed. I was so hot I was going to 
play with myself until I came. 

Maybe, at this time, I should describe myself for the benefit of the reader. 
I am a redhead. I am nineteen and my body is slim, pliant, my breasts are 
full, and the nipples are thick, rounded like wooden checkers, and they get 
sort of spongy when I get very hot. They throb just before I come. 

Well, they were spongy now. I felt them and I groaned. I went from one 
nipple to the other, using the fingers of my right hand while I was touching 
myself down below with my left hand. 

I felt the turgid flesh of my pussy and it was already wet. I found the 
button and squeezed it gently with forefinger and thumb and rolled it about 
between my fingers. I rolled my nipples, too. It was a terrific sensation. 

Of course, I would have preferred a man. But I was in no mood to go out 
looking for one right now. I was too hot for that. So I used my hands on my 
body, jerking myself off, as the poets say. 

I squeezed my wrist between my thighs and two fingers were inserted in my 
pussy. I wiggled them about. I was having a marvelous time when the door 
opened and Karin walked in. 

I gasped and jerked my hands away from my body. She looked down at me, an 
impish grin on her face. 

"What-what are you doing here?" I managed to ask. 

I tried to cover myself with the sheet. I had it drawn over my thighs and 
pubic area when she whipped it away to the foot of the bed. 

"Don't be childish," she scolded mildly. "You saw me nude and I didn't try 
to cover up." 

She was right, of course. 

"It was the shock of you seeing me like this," I said lamely. 

She sat on the bed and gazed at my breasts with a certain interest that 
amazed me. 

"I guess seeing what I was doing to your brother kind of got to you." 

"Shouldn't-shouldn't you be with Jerry?" 

"The poor boy is sleeping. Worn out, I guess." I could see her breasts up 
close. They were very large for her slim figure. Tremendous breasts. Very 
rounded and the nipples were the color of ripe strawberries. She casually 
put a hand on my flat belly, just above my navel. 

"Jerry might wake up," I said weakly. 

Was she after me? Did she want me? Why had she come to my room? I had never 
been with a girl before, sexually, though I'd wondered what it would be 
like. 

"He won't." 

She looked at me and her fingers drummed on the skin of my stomach. 

"Are you afraid he'll catch us?" 

"Catch us? At what? We-we aren't doing anything." 

"We can," she said simply. "Listen. If you don't have a partner then it's 
okay to jerk yourself off. But you do have a partner." 

"I do?" 

"Sure," she said. "And a very willing partner. 

Me." 

I gasped. It was out in the open. She wanted to go to bed with me. But she 
couldn't be a lezzie. I had seen her with Jerry, my own brother. She went 
for men. She had lain with Jerry. She had sucked his cock. Now she was doing 
a complete about face and wanted to crawl into my bed and make love to me. 

"I-I never was with a girl," I confessed. "Always a first time," she said. 

"Oh no, I couldn't." 

"Well, why not?" 

She looked amused at my reluctance. 

"You need it. You need it badly. It's more fun if you do it with someone. 
More pleasure for you. Look, all I'll do is jerk you off. I'll play with 
you, make you come. If I don't satisfy you, then I'll leave." 

"And ... if you do satisfy me?" 

She took a deep breath and her large tits stood out. Like two white 
mountains. 

"Then I'll do more. I'll use your mouth and you'll use mine." 

"What does that mean?" 

"Don't be naive," she said. "You know what I mean when I say I'll use your 
mouth. I'll sit on your chest and you'll french me." 

"Oh no, I couldn't." 

"I'll do it first," she promised. "You'll see. You'll enjoy it. You'll love 
it. You'll beg for more." 

Her voice was getting husky. 

Her words were getting me excited. 

My excitement, from seeing her suck off Jerry and from playing with myself, 
had died down when she had walked into my room. Now it was like someone had 
fanned the embers and the fires were roaring again. I was very excited. 

What difference if it were her hand or mine playing with my pussy? I slowly 
nodded my head and closed my eyes and waited for her to start. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

SOMETHING NEW 

The first contact was with my right breast. 

I started. Her hand was fondling it. I opened my eyes and saw her face and 
it was hovering over me, a face so intense that it almost scared me. She was 
squeezing my breast gently, fondling the nipple. The tip awoke to hardness. 

Then she moved her head even closer to my bosom and I felt her hot breath on 
the mound and then she was kissing my tit. Her lips were soft and wet. It 
ran around the nipple and then settled on the nipple itself. 

I moaned because I couldn't help it. 

She sucked the nipple and little shivers of delight started from the base of 
my spine and ran up to the back of my neck. 

Her hand crawled over my belly and settled on the pubic area. Her fingers 
ran through the hair and reached for the beginning of the slit, just where 
the hooded clitoris was. Her fingers reached in, found the button and 
started to massage it. 

Her mouth sucked the tip of my mound and her fingers were on my clitoris. It 
was a delightful combination. I'd had it before, many times, but this was 
the first time a girl was doing it to me. 

Involuntarily, my thighs spread, giving her free access to my cunt. Her 
fingers came out of my honeypot and she scratched at the inside of my thighs 
and it felt rather nice. Then she went back to my pussy. Her lips surrounded 
my nipple, her teeth sinking gently around it. 

I was on fire. A tornado was raging inside me. I pushed my loins against her 
probing fingers and rotated my hips. My nipples were throbbing. I knew I was 
due to come. I put my hand on the back of her neck as if afraid she would 
take her mouth from my nipple at the last moment. I moaned every time she 
plunged her fingers deep inside my cunt. 

"Make me come," I moaned. "Oh. please." 

I was burning up inside. My guts were melting. This was so divine ... Her 
wonderful fingers playing with my raw girl flesh, my private domain, my 
cunt. 

She went back to the clitoris and I gasped as she squeezed it. It hurt a bit 
and I whimpered but I didn't complain. I was so hot she could have tortured 
me at that moment and I wouldn't have cared. All I wanted was for her to 
make me come. 

"Ummmmmmm." That was me. My throat worked and sounds came out. My left hand 
went for her hanging breasts. I had to touch them. I just had to. They were 
soft and warm. I was squeezing a nipple when I came. 

Her mouth came away from my nipple and her hand came away from my pussy. I 
released her nipple. To my surprise she licked her fingers. 

"What are you doing that for?" I asked. 

"I want to taste your pussy juice. Tastes nice." 

It was all so bewildering. 

She grinned down at me. "Didn't a boy ever blow you?" 

"Yes," I said, truthfully. 

"Did a boy ever make you come with his fingers?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Didn't he taste your come?" 

I shook my head. "Not the one who used his hand on me. Of course, the boys 
who frenched me tasted the juices. How could they help it?" 

"Well, I was curious as to what your cunt juice tasted like." 

She got into bed and lay alongside me. One arm went around my shoulders and 
her hand settled on my breast. 

"You have nice tits," she said. 

"Thanks." I didn't know what else to say. 

"You claim you were never with a girl before," she reminded me. 

"That's right." 

"How come you went for my tit just before you came?" she wanted to know. Her 
hand was fondling my breast, keeping the nipple stiff. 

"I-I don't know. I just wanted ... to touch you." 

"You can touch me now. It's free." 

I went for her breasts. I was rather curious. They were very big, much 
bigger than mine. I felt the texture of their smoothness. They were milk 
white. And the nipples were big. They were pointy. I found they were already 
hard. 

"Want to kiss them?" she asked. 

I nodded my head slowly. I leaned my head down and kissed one breast. The 
skin was warm and smooth. I moved my lips to the nipple. It felt different 
under my lips. Wrinkled flesh around the nipple. I licked it and she 
shuddered. 

I knew what it was doing to her. I had felt the same way when she had sucked 
my nipple. I licked the nipple and then took it in my mouth and sucked it. 

"Play with me," she murmured. "Down below." 

She wanted me to put my hand on her pussy. Well, she had done it for me. My 
hand went down over her rounded belly, over the navel, and onto the pubic 
hairs. The hairs were rather long and tangled. 

I found her slit with my fingers and .even the pussy lips were lined with 
faint hairs. I pushed my fingers inside and it was gooey. All wet. I found 
the walls were soft and moist. 

I went in deep and she sighed. Then I searched for the hooded button and it 
was most pronounced. It stuck out like a little penis. I played with it and 
she squirmed. 

"That's right," she murmured. "You have the right idea." 

I played with the clitoris and sighs escaped from her lips. She tossed her 
head from side to side. I'd swear her teeth ground together. She oofed and 
her body shook and she climaxed. I felt the flow from her pussy and my 
fingers were very wet. 

She wasn't beat at all. She sat up and kissed my belly. "Know what I'm going 
to do for you now?" she asked. 

I knew but I shook my head, no. I wanted to hear her say it. 

"I'm going to suck you off." 

The words gave me a thrill-a strange thrill. I watched her head bend down to 
my tits and she was sucking my nipples. Her hands was at my pussy and her 
fingers were inside, wiggling about, touching the sensitive areas of the 
cunt walls. 

Well, I lay there or tried to. I was moving about though. I couldn't help 
it. Every nerve end tingled. Her hand and mouth on my body and knowing how 
it would end up, her lips at my cunt. I couldn't wait for that. I wanted it 
badly. 

Her mouth lingered for a long time at my globes. Kissing the white tits and 
sucking the crisp nipples. Her fingers playing with my pussy. 

Then, finally, her lips started to leave the breast area. I drew in by 
breath sharply. I knew what was coming. Her mouth traveled down to my belly 
and she sucked my navel and it felt funny and nice at the same time. Her 
fingers came away from my cunt and I knew what was to take their place. 

Her hot breath scorched my loins. I drew my knees farther apart and I felt 
the smoothness of her tongue caress my pussy lips. It slid up and then down. 
I reached for my own breasts to caress them, to pinch the nipples gently. 

I had been frenched before but never like this. I sobbed when her tongue 
plundered my cunt. It lunged all the way in and I felt the tip of it deep 
inside of me. 

It was like a hot poker had been stuck inside my pussy. It seared me without 
hurting me. There was a burning sensation. Pleasant, yet burning. Her tongue 
was deep, deep inside me, exploring, probing. I closed my thighs about her 
slim white neck. 

I pinched my nipples and not too gently either. For some reason I wanted to 
feel pain. I hurt my nipples and, though it hurt, it also felt good. I 
wiggled my hips and that made her tongue touch me all over inside my pussy. 
It was the most delicious sensation. 

I think I came then. I don't know. But I wanted her tongue in me still. I 
moaned and tossed my body and the words tumbled from my throat. 

"So good. Oh, so good. Keep sucking me. Keep your tongue inside me. Don't 
stop. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop. 

She was moving her tongue about near the surface, close to the little 
button. Then she was nibbling on the clitoris and it was the most terrific 
sensation I'd ever had. She was driving me crazy. I was going out of my 
mind. It was like falling in a whirlpool and being tossed about, spinning 
around and around. 

I was gasping now and my nipples were spongy. I knew I was ready to come. 
Then her mouth was gone and I looked up, puzzled. 

There was a wide grin on her face. "Turn around." 

I didn't protest. I didn't know what she had in mind. As long as there was a 
pleasure in it for me. 

I flopped over and waited. 

Then it hit me. 

A soft caress against my asshole. She was going to tongue me in back. It was 
something I'd never had before. Her hands were caressing my hips and 
buttocks. Then her fingers separated my cheeks and her tongue plunged in 
deep. 

She was stuffing my ass with her tongue. 

And it was wonderful. 

I wiggled my ass. Soft moans escaped from my lips. Oh, this was the most. 
Could any caress be more intimate? Her tongue sawed in and out of my rectum. 
I was loving every stroke. Her tongue went in and out ... in and out ... in 
and out. 

"Give it to me, give it to me," I was groaning. 

Her fingers were sinking into the flesh of my ass. She was squeezing my 
buttocks. Her tongue started sucking at the asshole and it was a weird 
feeling. It was making me want to shit. 

I was doing everything possible to control myself. 

Then her mouth came away and she told me to turn over again. 

I turned and her mouth hastened to my gaping pussy. It fused against my cunt 
lips and sucked at the hard little button. Her lips sucked in the soft meat 
and I felt my nipples throbbing and I knew the explosion was near. 

I made tortured gasps as my body responded to her eager, demanding mouth. I 
grunted and closed my eyes tight as the tremors ripped through me. My 
insides churned and melted and I cried out, pouring out the flow of ecstasy 
from my wet pussy. 

She licked at the juices and it was like a cat lapping at cream. 

My eyes opened and I stretched. 

She lay alongside me. 

"Was it good?" 

What a question. "Oh, yes," I told her. 

Her mouth was close to my ear. I felt her warm sweet breath. "You must do me 
now." 

I had never been with a girl before, much less sucked her pussy. But could I 
do less? She had serviced me so well. 

She saw or sensed my hesitation. "It won't be so hard, you'll see," she said 
in a soothing voice. "I'll sit on your chest and lower my pussy to your 
sweet mouth. Just use your tongue at first. The way I did you. Explore 
everything. The outer and inner lips, the surface of my cunt, the walls 
inside and then take my clitoris in your mouth and suck on it till I come." 

I had to obey her. 

I wanted to obey her. 

I lay flat as she scrambled over me, moved up, and her soft white ass barely 
brushed my chest as she rested most of her weight on her knees. I saw her 
gaping pussy. The bush that couldn't hide the line of her gash. I saw the 
pouting clitoris. 

I reached up to take hold of her breasts and I felt the hard nipples. I 
waited for her to lower her body so that my mouth would make contact with 
her pussy. 

Gently, her midsection lowered and my lips brushed the hair of her genitals. 
I moved a trifle and my tongue touched the outer lips. I caressed Them and I 
heard her slight moan. I moved my tongue deep inside and her moan was 
heavier, richer in tone. I licked the walls of the vault and she gasped. 

It was easy. So easy. What had I been afraid of? The unknown? It was 
pleasant. The juices I encountered were sweet. I licked and my hands toyed 
with her soft globes. I thumbed the nipples and her body worked feverishly, 
her cunt slamming hard against my mouth. I found the button and sucked on 
it. Sweet tasty meat. I was getting warm doing it to her. 

I knew I would never be the same. I was tasting the nectar of the gods. I 
sucked and sucked the heavy spongy meat, my tongue flicking at every inch of 
exposed woman flesh. My fingers concentrated on her elongated nipples and I 
was now hot. I was getting pleasure from giving her pleasure. 

"Oh, suck me. Suck me. Oh, I love it. The button. Keep sucking it. I want to 
come in your mouth." 

I heard her hot words and it made me want to suck even harder. I wanted her 
to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste the juices from her passion flow. I 
sucked the meat, drawing it in as deep as I could, my teeth surrounding it 
gently, my tongue pressing against the button. I sucked and sucked and 
thought how easily it would be to suck a piece right off her pussy. The 
flesh was getting softer and thinner. 

Then she uttered a shrill cry and I tasted her come. It was sweet and sour 
at the same time. 

I kept on sucking her till she quieted down and then she was off me. 

"You little darling." She rested her head on my bosom. "That was divine. Oh, 
you're good. I mean, really good." 

"You're a good teacher." 

"And you're a good pupil." 

She played with one breast while her lips conquered the nipple of the breast 
her head was resting on. One of her hands went down to my pussy and searched 
through the hairs to find the gash. Her fingers slipped inside and I 
shuddered. She ran her fingers deep, pressing them against the padded walls, 
then she went back to the surface of my cunt, found the button and 
concentrated on it. 

Her mouth on my nipple and her hand on my cunt-the combo made me shudder 
with passion. My knees were well apart, giving her free access to my secret 
domain. 

My nipples were throbbing. I caressed her naked back and shoulders. I 
reached under to find her tits and I played with them. They were so soft and 
warm. I tweaked her nipples. 

Her fingers were inside my pussy again. They started sawing in and out. I 
grunted and my ass moved back and forth on the bed. Soon. Soon. So very 
soon. 

Now. 

Oh, now. 

I groaned and I drenched her fingers with my come juice. 

I didn't hear her leave my bed. I turned over and went to sleep. When I woke 
in the morning there was no evidence she had stayed with me. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

SUCKING'S FUN 

I put on a bra and panties and wandered into the kitchen. She was making 
breakfast. I heard the shower going and so I knew where Jerry was. 

Karin winked at me. "Have a good sleep?" She also had on a bra and panties. 

"Uh huh." I winked back at her. I liked Karin. I liked her very much. I sure 
hoped Jerry never found out about last night. 

"You can help me if you want?" 

"Of course." 

I helped her set the table and soon Jerry walked in. He had a pair of shorts 
on. He looked at me in my bra and panties. "You sure developed nicely since 
I last saw you," he announced. 

"Thanks." For some reason I didn't blush. 

While we had breakfast we tried to figure out what to do with me. I had to 
get a job. Karin was an actress, sometimes working in off-Broadway plays. 
That was a tough nut to crack. Most of the time she was on the unemployment 
insurance line. 

Jerry was a photographer's helper. 

It was Karin who came up with an idea. "You work for Nappy Cantor," she said 
to Jerry. "He knows a lot of people." 

Jerry scowled. "I don't like asking Nappy for favors." 

"Well, for your sister's sake you can swallow your pride." 

Jerry finally gave in. "I'll talk to Nappy and give you a ring." 

Karin was temporarily unemployed so she decided to wait in the apartment 
with me for Jerry's call. 

Jerry and Karin embraced and as they kissed Jerry glanced over her shoulder 
at me. I had the feeling that, if I hadn't been there, he would have taken 
the time to give her a good fuck before taking off for work. But I was in 
the way. 

Well, maybe if I got a job I could find my own apartment and leave Jerry to 
his own devices. Of course, I would miss Karin. But then again, what would 
prevent Karin from visiting me? I'd enjoyed the session with Karin so much 
last night that I was determined to be with her again. 

And as often as possible. 

Jerry took off and Karin locked the door after him. 

I told her what had been in my mind: that she and Jerry would have screwed 
together if I hadn't been there. 

She laughed. "Most probably." 

We made ourselves comfortable on the sofa in the living room. I asked her if 
she and Jerry were planning to get married. 

"I'm not the marrying kind," she said. "Neither is Jerry. Tell me, didn't 
you have a steady boy friend?" 

"Uh huh. Sam Gilliam. Big and cute. I sure hated to leave him. But it's 
better this way?" 

"Was he a good lover?" 

"He pleased me." 

"You little imp," she laughed. "Want a drink?" 

I told her it was too early for a drink. Then she said something about 
whiling away the time till Jerry called up. I think I knew what she was 
hinting at. 

"Do you like girls as well as you like boys?" I asked her. 

"Certain girls stimulate me. I don't know what it is. Not every girl I meet 
affects me. When I saw you-well, wham! And when you saw me blowing Jerry, 
and you didn't look shocked, but interested, well, I knew I had to have 
you." 

"Does Jerry know you go for girls?" 

"He knows. He doesn't care." She looked at me thoughtfully. "I'll let you in 
on something but you mustn't tell Jerry I told you." 

I promised I would keep my mouth shut. 

Then she let me have it. Jerry went for boys. I just couldn't believe it and 
said so. 

"He lets Nappy Carter give it to him in the ass," she told me, very bluntly. 
"He gets a few extra bucks for letting Nappy have him. Look, don't be 
shocked. This is the big city. It's a rat race. You have to do a lot of 
things to earn bread." 

"What Jerry does is his business. It's all so-so surprising." 

Her arm came around my shoulders and her hand dropped onto my bra-covered 
tit. Her fingers searched for the point of the cup and squeezed my nipple. 
"You have a delicious figure." 

She loosened the straps and the bra came away and my firm breasts were 
revealed. She toyed with my naked tits. 

I felt my nipples harden. "You-you don't want Jerry to know about us, do 
you?" 

She squeezed my tit gently. "No. He might think you're a little Miss 
Innocent. I don't know. He might get sore if he thought I was corrupting 
you." She tweaked my nipples and they got spongy. 

"Want to go to bed?" I asked weakly. I was on fire. I wanted her hands and 
mouth all over my body. 

"No need to go to bead." She unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it down. I 
saw the gentle slopes of her milk white breasts, the shadowed valley between 
them, the knobs of cherry at the fronts of her tits. She stood up and 
removed her panties. I saw the brown fuzz of her love mound. Her thighs were 
slim and sleek and creamy. 

She knelt in front of me and she hooked her fingers in the band of my 
panties and started to pull them down. I lifted my ass and the panties were 
down to my ankles. She threw them aside. 

I leaned back and parted my thighs. Her head moved between my white thighs 
and her mouth planted a wet kiss on my pussy lips. She licked through the 
foliage and her tongue sank into the shrine of my girlhood. Her hands came 
up to find my white tits and her fingers found the rosy buds of my globes. 

She tweaked them and I shuddered. In the position she was in I couldn't see 
her alabaster tits and I wanted to see them, to touch them, to kiss them. I 
felt her fingers toying with my nipples and they were spongy and I knew she 
was a master at lesbian lovemaking. 

Her mouth was against my open pussy, her tongue lunging inward, finding the 
wet walls of my pussy, wriggling her tongue inside the nook, her teeth 
nibbling on the hardening clitoris. 

Her stroking tongue made me writhe from the strange sensations. I was 
feverish with desire. Her strokes increased and a rising crescendo of lust 
drove me high to the peak of completion. I groaned and my ass wiggled on the 
cushion seat. Her hands tightened on my throbbing tits and I ground against 
her mouth, wanting to come very badly. 

"Oh," I moaned. "Oh. Oh. OH!" 

The plunder of my grotto made me whimper. I was in a tumult of emotion. 
Erotic delirium pervaded every part of my white squirming body. 

I looked at the brown hair falling on my soft thighs and saw her head move 
slightly as she industriously sucked my cunt. 

Her tongue, stuffing my distended pussy, reached deep inside and I had to 
let go. I clasped the top of her head as I came with quick spasms and I felt 
the discharge from my cunt and I was heaven-bound, soaring to new heights. I 
was on cloud nine. 

It was a long time before I was able to relax. I felt like an explosion had 
hit me. 

Her head came away from between my thighs. 

Her arms were outstretched and I sank to the floor and we embraced. I felt 
her tremendous breasts mashed against my own nicely rounded ones. My tits 
were far from small but they couldn't hold a candle to Karin's. They were 
very big, almost huge. 

I felt her cool body against mine and I kissed her mouth. Her teeth bruised 
my lower lip. 

I moved my hands to her jutting glorious breasts, felt the soft warm satin 
texture of the firm skin, felt the cherry nipples. I kissed her shoulders 
and neck and I was now the aggressor, wanting to dominate her the way she 
had practically dominated me last night. 

I showered kisses on her alabaster breasts, sucked hard on her nipples. I 
think I was hurting her because she whimpered as I sank my teeth around her 
stiff nipples. 

But she was obviously enjoying it. 

My hand swept across her milk-white body, shimmering in its nakedness. I 
laved the rosebuds of her tits with my tongue, trying to soothe them, 
noticing the marks of my teeth on her buttons. 

Her hands were on my globes, feeling them, squeezing them. My nipples were 
hard again. But I wasn't thinking of my own pleasure. I wanted to satisfy 
Karin, wanted to satisfy her in every way. 

I turned her over and her belly was flat on the carpet. I licked her 
shoulder blades, licked my way down to her ass. I caressed the back of her 
thighs as I licked the buttocks. 

I noticed fine hairs on her thighs. I slid my tongue across the groove and 
she moaned. I separated her buttocks to show the dark deep puckered hole. 

That was when I hesitated. My tongue in her asshole. Could I do it? Would it 
disgust me? 

I thought of the pleasures she had given me. I took a deep breath, let it 
go. Then I bent to my task. 

My tongue touched the rim of her rectum and she gasped. The asshole was 
tighter than it looked so I had to force my tongue inside. Something was 
stopping it. Perhaps a muscle I wasn't too familiar with. I pushed my tongue 
in and the obstacle fell away and I was well entrenched in her asshole. Her 
hips started to wiggle as she gasped and moaned. 

I lubricated the back passage, plundering her ass, my tongue going in and 
out of the dark tunnel. My hand swept up and down her thighs and then slid 
underneath the joint of her body to find her wet pussy. 

My fingers slid in easily to find the wetness of the grotto. I wiggled my 
fingers around inside and hard moans escaped from her throat. 

I could imagine what torment, what delicious torment, she was going through. 
My tongue in her asshole and my fingers in her cunt. Stroking, plunging, 
caressing, exploring. Her white slim body writhed like a snake under the hot 
sun. 

"Ahhhh," she was moaning. "Ohhhh." She was squirming, heaving, gasping. 

Her ass, lovely, white, firm, rotated on my tongue. My fingers went in extra 
deep and she cried out. I was twisting her clitoris when she came, flooding 
her canal with juices, wetting my fingers heavily. 

We stayed on the floor, both happily exhausted. 

Then the phone rang and with a heavy sigh, Karin got up to answer it. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

THE BEST IS YET TO COME 

It was Jerry. He had talked to Nappy Carter and Nappy had suggested I go see 
Madelaine Trevor of the Sunset Model Agency. Nappy was going to ring her up 
and tell her I was on my way. 

Karin hung up and gave me the news. 

"But who is Madelaine Trevor?" I wanted to know. 

"I know her. I just didn't think of her. Nappy sometimes uses her models." 

"What for?" I cracked. 

Karin laughed and then grew serious. She looked me up and down. I was still 
naked. "You have a very good shape. No reason you can't get assignments." 

"But I'm not a model," I protested. "And I never went to a school to learn 
to be one." 

Then Karin filled me in on some facts. If I wanted to survive in the big 
city I had to earn some bread. The Sunset Model Agency supplied nude models 
to photographers, pro and amateur. All I had to do was strip and pose the 
way the photographer wanted me to pose. 

And if I was smart and wanted something extra I should be willing to screw 
with the photographer if he propositions me. 

"But doesn't Jerry know what's going on?" I asked, puzzled. 

"He may and he may not. Maybe Jerry doesn't think there's anything wrong 
with his kid sister posing in the nude?" 

"When do we meet this Madelaine Trevor?" 

"In a hour." She slapped my hip. "So take a shower and put on something 
sexy. Got a minidress?" 

I nodded my head. I showered and dressed. Karin combed her hair and slipped 
on something. 

She had a car parked around the corner and we drove to the Sunset Model 
Agency. 

It was on the third floor of an office building. A secretary, wearing 
horn-rimmed glasses, showed me to Miss Trevor's office while Karin stayed in 
the waiting room. 

I found out later that Madelaine Trevor was thirty-four. She certainly 
didn't look it. She looked twenty-five maybe. 

She had long black hair and a full figure. She was wearing a suit that was 
kind of mannish. It started me wondering. Maybe something had snapped after 
my sessions with Karin and every female who did anything or wore anything 
that suggested a dyke was suspect. 

"You have a rather interesting figure," she said, circling her desk, running 
her eyes over my shape. "And your red hair. Like living flame. Should go 
well in color. Ever model before?" 

I shook my head, no. 

She wanted to know my age and I told her. Nineteen. 

"Did you come here alone?" 

"No. Karin Leeds came with me. She's my brother's girl friend." 

There was a saucy smile on her lips. "Yes, I know Karin rather well." 

She looked me over again. "You'll have to pose nude." 

I slowly nodded my head. 

"Okay. Now strip. I want to make sure you're hot wearing falsies. And I have 
to make sure you don't embarrass easy. It would be hell for me if I sent you 
out on an assignment and you got cold feet." 

I stripped off everything and stood there, in front of her, as naked as the 
day I was born. She looked me over in a lingering way, her eyes staying on 
my tits for a hell of a long time. She sort of licked her lips and I was 
sure I was right about her. "All right. You can get dressed." 

I would have sworn she groaned in disappointment when I covered my white 
treasures with my bra. I dressed and she perched on the side of her desk, 
one leg swinging. Her dress hiked up and I saw inches of pure white thigh. 

"I have an assignment for you," she told me. "A photographer named Hank 
Laske. He has a small studio in the Village. I'll give you the address. The 
poses will be-well, suggestive. Do you understand?" 

"Uh huh." 

We talked over salary. I was to be paid by assignments. When I finished a 
job, the client would give me a voucher which I turned over to the agency. I 
got paid immediately. 

I left Madelaine's office and joined Karin. We walked to the car and I 
hesitated. "Maybe I'd better take a bus or a subway." 

"Don't be silly," she said and we got in. "I'll drive you there and leave 
you. There's a subway a block away that'll take you back to the apartment." 

"Karin, were you ever in bed with Madelaine?" It was really none of my 
business but I wanted to know. 

"Yes," she answered truthfully. "But don't mention it to anyone." 

"Sure. How come you don't take an assignment as a nude model when you're not 
acting?" 

"In case I ever make it big. You think I want some joker to run up to me 
some day waving a mag or snapshot showing me on my back with my pussy all 
exposed?" 

"I see your point." 

"I'm an actress," she said with strong determination. 

We arrived at my destination. I got out and Karin drove off. It was a 
brownstone with long wide steps leading to the front door. 

Hank Laske's studio was on the first floor. I knocked and he opened up. 

Hank was about thirty with long hair that didn't quite reach his shoulders. 
He had on a T shirt and denim pants. There was a camera on a tripod and 
lights and a narrow bed in the corner. "Okay," he said. "Strip and get on 
the bed." I did it almost automatically. When I was nude I got on the bed. 

He set up the lights and told me how to pose. One pose shocked me. 

Knees up against my breasts and my fingers separating my pussy lips, showing 
the lens the inside of my love nook. But I didn't argue. I gave Hank what he 
wanted. 

I must have posed for an hour before the door opened and Madelaine came in. 
I was posing on my back, one knee up, showing the cunt hairs and the firm 
tits that pointed to the ceiling. She came over to me and looked down at me. 

We just stared at each other. 

Then I heard the door slam and I looked for Hank. He was gone. He had left 
us alone. 

Madelaine sat on the bed. I stayed the way I was. Bare. Naked. Everything 
showing. 

"You didn't expect this, did you?" she asked. 

"No." 

"You don't look surprised," she observed. 

"Nothing surprises me anymore." 

Then she put her hands on my tits. Her fingers were long and cool. She toyed 
with them, exerting pressure, fingering the nipples. The tips of my globes 
got hard. She was getting to me and she knew it. 

She squeezed the promontories and I moaned. 

I was hot by now. My blood was racing. She bent her head and fastened her 
lips to my left nipple. 

She sucked on it and it was wonderful. 

Her tongue held my nipple to the roof of her mouth and she sucked on it that 
way. My hands held on to the edges of the narrow bed like I was holding on 
to keep from flying off somewhere into space. 

My nerve ends tingled. She was good at it, too good. Much better than Karin. 
Karin was a novice compared with Madelaine. I had a hunch when she got down 
to my pussy I would be in for a real treat. 

Then her mouth left my nipple and I saw her standing up. This was no time 
for her to stop. I wanted her mouth all over me. I wanted her to descend 
slowly to the juncture of my thighs and taste my pussy and suck the 
clitoris. I was ready to complain loudly when I saw she was removing her 
clothes. 

I watched, breathlessly, as she undressed. 

She had a voluptuous body. Full. Big breasts, well rounded, creamy, with 
strawberry nipples. Her hips were wide and womanish. Her thighs were full 
and saucy. Her hair was black and it caught the glints from the lights. The 
dark foliage below her decorative navel hid the cunt lips. She had very 
thick pubic hair. 

She was naked. All naked. She joined me on the bed and it was a tight 
squeeze. The bed was narrow. But she held me close and we practically melted 
into each other. Her tits were nice and soft and warm against my own. She 
managed to get a thigh between my thighs and I felt warm flesh rub against 
my pussy. 

We kissed and her lips were soft, warm, and moist. 

Her hands traveled down my back to my ass and her fingers squeezed the 
buttocks. One finger ran up and down the crack and I wondered if she was 
going to shove it in my ass. 

She did. 

Slowly. 

Involuntarily, a muscle tried to reject the finger, but she kept the 
pressure on. Then it was all the way in. It started to saw in and out, 
plundering my rectum. 

It felt nice. It did things to me. I'd be a liar if I said otherwise. She 
sure knew how to make a girl happy. 

We kissed and our tongues fenced with each other. 

She was the aggressive type and it didn't bother me. She touched every part 
of my body-probing, exploring, fondling. She was at my tits again, kissing 
them, sucking the nipples. 

An arrow of lust shot through my insides. I was on fire. 

Her mouth went south. Slowly. Lips pressed against my flesh, wandering down 
my pliant body to my belly. She toyed with the belly button. One hand 
stroked my thighs. She cupped my girlhood and her palm was up tight against 
the cunt lips. Rubbing. Rubbing. Eventually, my clitoris started to pout and 
her palm felt the warmth of the hardening button. 

Two fingers delved into me. 

I almost cried out. In deep. Two fingers swishing about, putting pressure 
against the fleshy walls of my pussy, plundering the love hole. She was 
driving me crazy. I didn't want to come like that. I wanted her full soft 
lips on my pussy, taking the button in her mouth. I wanted her to suck me 
off. Suck my warm juicy cunt. 

I pushed at her head. 

She laughed, knowing full well the condition I was in. 

Her fingers vaulted away, ran up and down the insides of my thighs. Her lips 
brushed against the down, found the outline of my gash. She licked at the 
natal lips and I groaned from the joy of it. 

I felt her sharp tongue dart inside my cunt, brush against the fleshy walls 
of my honeypot. Her fingers, fresh out of my pussy, were now caressing the 
crack of my ass. One finger paused at the asshole and I waited impatiently 
for the invasion. It came. Slowly. I made my muscles relax, and it went in 
slowly, easily, till I was stuffed. Her tongue was in my cunt and her finger 
in my asshole well, I almost exploded. But I want to control my emotions. I 
wanted the plundering to last as long as possible. In and out. Both tongue 
and asshole. A thin membrane separated the two stalking intruders, tongue 
and finger. I whimpered because there was a small amount of pain. I wasn't 
sure whether from my cunt or my asshole. Probably from my asshole. The pain 
didn't amount to much and it sort of added to my enjoyment. 

Certainly much better than Karin. I didn't think I'd meet someone, a female, 
who could make love to me better than Karin did. But it happened. And so 
soon. 

My body writhed on the narrow bed. I clutched the sides of it, letting the 
sensations take hold of me. Like the waves on a beach, they came on and on, 
soaking the sand, soaking the flesh of my body. Waves of sensation. Gripping 
me. Seeping through every part of me. My breasts were heavy with desire. My 
pussy felt the drawing power of her suctioning mouth. I had to come. I had 
to. I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to let go. It was killing me. 

I groaned and let go. 

It seemed like a sheet of lead was pressing me down, almost pressing me 
through the bed. It lay heavy on my trembling belly. There was a tiny sharp 
scream and I realized it had come from me. It seemed the whole world had 
stood still. 

It was slowly dawning on me that I had been sucked off by a lez who was 
better than any man I had ever been with. She had been rough, unlike Karin, 
like a man would be. 

There was no small talk after that. She just held me close and ran her hands 
over me-probing, exploring, feeling every inch of me. She turned me over and 
ran her hands over my back and ass. She separated my buttocks and I felt her 
tongue run up and down the crack. 

"I'm beat," I implored. "I couldn't take another session." 

Her tongue came away and she laughed. 

I turned over slowly and she felt my tits. 

"I want you to spend the night with me," she said. 

I nodded my head slowly. 

"I'm not going to ask you to live with me. I'm too practical for that. You 
probably go with men. Well, that's your affair. But as long as you work for 
me I want you to be at my beck and call. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." 

She got off the bed and got dressed. She wrote something on a slip of paper 
and stuck it in my purse. "It's my address. Be there about ten. You don't 
have to go back to the agency when you're finished here." She walked out and 
I lay there, my belly and breasts moving up and down slowly with my even 
breathing. 

The door opened presently and Hank Laske walked in. 

"Did she call you before I got here?" I asked him. 

He sat on the bed and looked at me in a very unprofessional way. "Uh huh. 
You must be new. She makes love to the new ones at my studio. I don't know 
why. I don't ask questions because I don't care. She sends me some 
good-looking broads. Too bad, though." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I sort of wanted you myself. But since you're dame crazy " 

"Don't be stupid," I said. "I'm not a tart but I could use some extra dough. 
It'll cost you, but it'll be worth it. All I ask is a few minutes rest to 
recover from Madelaine's assault. Because it sure felt like an assault." 

He nodded his head and we talked price. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

GOOD TO THE LAST DROP 

Hank had a good solid body which kind of surprised me. With his long hair I 
had expected something quite different. When I had stripped for him he had 
surveyed me like a photographer would: looking for flaws, looking to see the 
tone of my skin, without showing any interest in me as a female with tits 
and thighs and a pussy. Now he wanted me sexually. Well, I wanted a man now. 
A good stiff prick in me. If I could get a few dollars for my trouble, why 
not? I was just about broke and I needed the extra bread. 

Hank stripped and sat there while I rested. His eyes went over me and I got 
a sort of warm sexy feeling. He concentrated mostly on my solid breasts. My 
nipples had softened, but I knew they would stiffen in an instant once he 
put his hands and mouth on them. I wondered if he would blow me the way 
Madelaine had. And so many other men. I liked that bit. I liked it very 
much. 

Idly, I lay my hand on his lap and the back of my hand touched his penis. It 
was a long tapering instrument, thick at the base and tapering to a smaller 
diameter near the head. The head itself was blunt and redder than the body 
of his weapon. I rubbed the back of my hand against the surface of his cock 
and it stiffened, awakening to a hardness which promised much. I judged it 
to be at least seven inches long. 

I dug underneath and prong and found his balls. I squeezed them very gently, 
knowing how sensitive the testicles of a man could be. 

"Do me a favor?" I asked. 

"Sure. Anything." 

I spread my legs. "I've been sucked recently by two different females. Now 
I'd like to feel a man's tongue inside me. I want to make sure there's no 
difference. Refresh my memory." 

His tongue was instantly at my bosom. The foreplay. I could have done 
without it at the moment. I just wanted his tongue in my pussy. But it was 
pleasant, so I let him. 

His lips tugged at the nipples, stiffening them, drawing them well in within 
the confines of his eager mouth. He sucked and lashed at them with his 
tongue. I scratched at his chest, from nipple to nipple. 

It felt nice, his sucking my tits, but I wanted his mouth on my pussy 
desperately. I took hold of his long hair and pushed. He grinned at me and 
went south. 

I let out a sharp sigh the instant his tongue found the hair-lined lips of 
my gash. I stirred and moaned as his tongue explored the length of my cunt. 
I felt the pressure of his fingers against the flesh of my inner thighs. I 
put my hands on my milky-white tits and squeezed them as his tongue furrowed 
deep within my pussy. Like a small animal digging into the ground. The 
insistence of his tongue made me cry out with delight. The tip of his 
adventurous tongue found the button and titillated against it. I felt the 
wet strokes against my clitoris and it was heavenly. I tossed my head from 
side to side and moans escaped from my creamy throat and I found the nipples 
of my breasts and twisted them gently. Darts of desire hit me from every 
angle. 

A spasmodic shudder rippled over me. My fingers worked convulsively on my 
taut, impudent nipples. Soon there was an added attraction. His finger ran 
down to my bottom, searched the crack of my ass and found the groove and 
rammed in. 

My fingers on my nipples. His tongue in my pussy and his finger in my 
asshole. What an exhilarating combination! 

"Suck me," I moaned. "Suck me. Suck my pussy. Eat it. Eat it. Eat it all up. 
Eat! Damn you, eat my cunt. Your tongue. All over it. Make me come. I want 
to come in your mouth." 

I wanted to cream so badly. I was busting inside. I wiggled my ass, feeling 
the impalement of his finger. 

His free hand crept up my body to my left summit. I took my hand away from 
that tit and his own hand was on it. His fingers pressed against the 
resilient flesh and his fingers found the dot and squeezed it. His mouth was 
working harder at my shrine. 

I was heaving tremulously now, almost throwing him off me. He clung, though, 
his finger in my rectum, his fingers on my nipple and his mouth at my pussy. 

Busting inside me. A damn bursting, flooding the gates of passion. I had to 
let go. 

"Ummmmmmmm!" 

I exploded. 

I almost screamed. 

The world shook. 

His mouth was glued to my cunt, sucking the clitoris. He tongued me till I 
was relaxed. Then his mouth came away. 

He loomed over me. I saw his cock ready for action. He was going to fuck me. 
My thighs were still open, showing the shrine of my cunt. 

He hesitated. I saw the lines in his forehead. "How about turning around?" 
he asked, almost in a little boy voice. 

He was worried I would refuse him. I almost laughed. I turned and stayed on 
my hands and knees, my ass facing him. 

I felt his hands running up and down my thighs, creeping up to my belly and 
finding my tits. I felt his cock against the crack of my ass. 

He squeezed my tits and one hand stayed on my left tit while the other went 
down to my cunt, finding the fleece of my pussy and the amber lips. Fingers 
toyed with my cunt as he rubbed his cock against my unreared ass. He moved 
his body so that the blunt head of his prick sought the asshole. It found 
its target and started to plunge in. 

I relaxed the muscles and it rammed home. 

His cock was long and I thought it would go right through me. He moved it in 
and out and the sawing brought shivers to my trembling body. His action was 
getting me hot again. 

In and out. In and out. 

I reached underneath me to find his hanging balls. I clutched them, squeezed 
the testes and this must have made him more excited because he started 
sawing in and out of my rectum faster and harder. 

His hands on my tit and pussy and his cock inside my behind. What more could 
a girl ask for? 

His fingers went deep inside my pussy and I groaned. His cock was moving 
even faster and his breathing was hot and heavy. 

Damn it, I felt the rush of desire take hold of me. I was going to come 
again. He squeezed my left breast and rammed in deep and I whimpered and 
came. 

I almost fell flat. But I stayed on my knees because I knew the penetration 
was deeper that way. I wiggled my ass and I heard his savage grunt. 

"That's good," he muttered. "You have a luscious ass. Nice and soft. Wriggle 
it again." 

I wriggled it once more and felt the flood of his male seed pour into me. It 
ran down my ass, down into my pussy, and down my thighs. He kept fucking me 
that way till he was drained. Then he backed off and his prong plopped out 
of me. 

I went into the bathroom to wash. 

He was still naked when I came back. "You're the greatest." 

"I'll bet you tell that to all the girls." 

"Yeah," he said. "I do. But maybe I mean it this time." He took hold of my 
hand. "You don't have to go yet, do you?" 

"Uh huh. Unless you want me to keep posing." 

"I want you to keep fucking," he said bluntly. 

"Enough is enough." 

"Know what I want?" 

"What?" 

"A good blow job." 

I laughed and pinched his cheek. "Next time. I'm beat right now." 

"Can I see you tonight? No, I guess not. You're going to be with Madelaine 
tonight." 

I didn't remember telling him that I would spend the night with Madelaine 
Trevor. "How did you know?" I asked him. 

"She usually does when a new one arrives." 

I started to get dressed. "We'll get together again." 

"Tomorrow afternoon?" 

"Sure." I stepped into my panties. "Put in a call for me." 

"It'll cost me, but it'll be worth it." 

I finished dressing. He gave me the voucher and then paid me for what I had 
earned on the side. I walked out. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

THE RUBBER TOY 

I was hungry when I got back to the apartment. I was grateful that Karin had 
something ready. We ate and then we talked, relaxing on the sofa. 

She wanted to know how I had enjoyed the session with Madelaine. 

"Did she announce it to the world?" 

"I know Madelaine." 

"Well, okay, it was great. Hank was great, too." 

"You fucked with Hank?" 

"He fucked me. In the ass." 

She put her hand on my knee. "Did he hurt you?" 

"Nope." 

"I'd better have a look." 

"Later." 

But she insisted she look right then and there. So I stripped naked and lay 
on my belly on the sofa. I felt her hands on my ass and she inspected for 
the longest time. 

Then she planted a few kisses on my buttocks. 

"I'm ready to fall asleep," I told her. Her kisses were nice, but I was damn 
tired. 

Either she didn't hear me or didn't care. Her tongue started licking at the 
groove of my behind, up and down, and it felt so pleasant I didn't protest. 
I didn't think she would get me hot, anyway, so I lay there, on my belly, 
letting her use her tongue on me. 

Then her tongue explored the cave and started to furrow inside. It was 
different now. It was still pleasant. But something else was added. Hot 
desire. Sweet, wet tongue ramming into my rectum. 

Her hand ran up and down the insides of my thighs, then cupped my genitalia. 
She rubbed the hair-lined cunt lips with her palms-and the friction plus her 
tongue in my asshole was driving me batty. I moaned and wriggled my behind. 

In and out went her tongue. Her fingers furrowed into my now wet cunt, and I 
knew I was ready to come again. 

I felt that I was turning into a sex maniac. But I didn't give a damn. I was 
on fire again. Every nerve end shuddered. I writhed on the bed, my belly 
heaving like I was going to throw up. Hot flames danced through me. My tits 
were heavy with desire. 

Her mouth came away and I groaned in disappointment. I craned my neck to see 
what she was doing. To my amazement she was strapping on a dildo. It was 
long and made of rubber. I had heard of these things, but I'd never seen one 
before. 

I was a little frightened. "What-what are you going to do with that?" I 
asked. 

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass with it." She advanced towards the sofa, 
the apparatus looming out in front of her like a real man's dick. I was 
absolutely fascinated. She knelt behind me and I couldn't see her anymore. 
But I felt the perfume of her warm white body as she moved against me. Then 
her hands separated my cheeks, exposing my asshole to her gaze and to the 
dildo. 

I felt pressure against my rectum. 

"Relax," she said. 

I tried, but it wouldn't go in. 

She got off the sofa and I saw her applying an ointment to the rubber shaft. 
Then she was at me again, the head of the dildo poking against my anus. This 
time it rammed in easily, the ointment greasing the way. I felt the length 
of the dildo. It felt larger and thicker than Hank's fleshy cock. She 
attacked me with it, running it in and out of my behind. It was hurting me 
slightly but not that much that I need cry out for her to stop. In fact, I 
didn't want her to stop. I was enjoying it. 

I shuddered deliriously as she gave an extra heavy lunge that I felt would 
split me in two. I moaned and then raised my body slightly. "My tits," I 
moaned, "I want your hands on my tits." 

Her hands went underneath, found my breasts, and clung to them. She plunged 
in deep and her fingers squeezed my throbbing spongy nipples. 

"Give it to me," I cried. "Give it to me hard. Split me in two. Fuck me. 
Fuck me good!" 

I felt every known sensation as she fucked me in the ass with the rubber 
dildo. I groaned and I lay flat and rubbed my hairy cunt against the sofa. I 
was on fire. I had to come. Had to come. Had to I groaned and my pussy walls 
flowed with come juice. 

She sensed I had made it. 

She plopped the dildo out of my ass, unstrapped it, then ordered me to turn 
over. I did as she wanted. She climbed over me and presented me with her 
gaping pussy. I knew what she wanted. I hugged her hips, drew her hairy cunt 
down to my face and licked at the amber pussy lips. My tongue slipped inside 
and I felt her tremble. I licked her lubricated cunt, found the hard button, 
and sucked on it. 

One hand went to her tits and I caressed them. Her marvelously big tits. The 
nipples were hard like little stones. I tweaked her nipples as I sucked the 
button of her cunt. 

I felt her creamy tits tremble as I explored them while my mouth licked at 
her cunt. I could imagine what she was going through. I licked at the gash, 
at the walls of her warm cunt, at the hard button that poked from under its 
hooded cubicle. I sucked in the clitoris, sucked it with my teeth gently 
around it, trying not to hurt it. I guess I did because she moaned and she 
whimpered and then cried out. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

BUTTON, BUTTON, WHO'S GOT THE BUTTON? 

Karin opened a fresh bottle of wine and we went into my bedroom, both clad 
in bra and panties, and we drank and talked. 

Karin had put away the dildo and I asked her about it. 

She was very honest with me. She acted like we were lifelong friends and 
didn't hide a thing from me. 

The dildo had been for her brother, Jerry. It seemed Jerry sometimes got an 
urge for a cock in his ass. Because it was physically impossible for Karin 
to appease this appetite, they had bought the dildo from a firm in Jersey. 

"Did Jerry ever use it on you?" I asked. 

"Twice," she said honestly. "Once in the front and once in the back." She 
sipped some wine. "I was damn curious. So I asked him to use the dildo on 
me. He didn't want to at first, but I insisted. So he used it. Like I said, 
lie used it twice." 

"You didn't like it?" I guessed. She had said he's only used it twice on 
her. 

"It was nice," she admitted. "Oh, I got my kicks and all that. But when 
Jerry fucks me, front or rear, I feel his come hit me and I get an extra 
thrill that way. But not when he used the dildo. Oh, I came when he stuck it 
in my pussy. But there was no juices to set the inside of my pussy. And I 
love that. So now I don't ask him to use it on me anymore. I use it on him 
when he wants it. I strap it on and fuck and fuck him in the ass like I just 
did you." 

"Isn't there a dildo that shoots out something?" 

"Sure, there is. But it costs more than the one we got. It comes with rubber 
balls and you fill them with warm milk or water and when you want it to 
squirt you squeeze the balls. But it won't replace a real live prick, that's 
for sure." 

Karin had a quaint way of saying things. 

"I'm spending the night with Madelaine," I said. "What do I tell Jerry? I 
mean, he'll wonder why I don't stay the night here." 

"Jerry knows you're human. Just tell him you have a date with a photographer 
and you may be late. Look, you can even tell him the truth. I'll bet he 
doesn't even bat an eyelash." 

"I'll tell him I have a date. If he presses me I'll tell him the truth." 

She poured more wine into my glass. I was getting a nice warm glow in my 
belly. "I think I'd like to spend a night with you," she said, her fingers 
on my soft thigh. 

"Jerry might not understand," I laughed. When he arrived we were still clad 
in our underwear. Karin went to fix dinner. 

Jerry asked me how I had made out and I told him about my job as a model 
with Sunset. 

"In the nude?" he asked casually. 

"Yes," I said quickly. Why lie? He would find out the truth sooner or later. 
lie shrugged his shoulders and looked at my body. "You're not a little girl 
anymore." 

"I'm glad you realize it," I said lightly. 

We had dinner and then we sat around drinking wine. 

Jerry kept glancing at my naked thighs and I started wondering if he was 
getting ideas. 

Suddenly he shot to his feet and announced he had to see someone. He would 
be back in a couple of hours. 

"I won't be here. I have a date." 

He looked at me and shrugged. He put on his jacket then, patted Karin on the 
ass, and departed. 

Karin certainly was observant. "Did I detect a smoldering hot look tossed 
your way by your little brother?" 

"Why, what do you mean?" 

"Don't give me any bull!" 

"It's a long story," I said, laying back on the sofa. 

She sat on the sofa, her hip against my naked thigh. "Then shorten it. Come 
on, honey, tell me all about it. Did you and Jerry ever-well, you know 
indulge?" 

I had a hunch if I lied Karin would sense it. She seemed to be uncanny. "Not 
exactly." 

"Not exactly?" She filled my glass with wine. Did she think she could get me 
drunk so it would loosen my tongue? There wasn't really that much to tell. 

"He-he ate it once." 

There was a wicked grin on Karin's face. "I suspected something. But there 
has to be more to it than that." 

I shook my head, no, but Karin wouldn't believe me. She kept pressing me. I 
drank some of the wine. 

"Listen, Karin, I told you the truth. Jerry went down on it once. That's all 
that happened." 

"But how did it happen?" she asked. 

"It happened a couple of years ago. Three, I guess. We were alone in the 
house and...." 

I paused and it amused me to watch Karin's eager face for all the sordid 
details. 

"Don't stop now," she wailed. 

"We started fooling around," I said, trying to remember every detail in my 
mind's eye. "You know. Wrestling. Then I felt something against my thigh and 
I realized Jerry had a hard-on. Well, it amused me at first, knowing I had 
gotten my own brother hot. Then to tease him, I kept on wrestling and 
pressing myself against the bulge in his pants. I guess I went too far 
because he started to take off my clothes till I was naked. He started 
touching me all over and I was excited." 

"Touch you where?" she asked breathlessly. "The usual places." 

"Tell me," she pleaded. 

"Just don't get hot from all this. I have a date with Madelaine." 

Karin nodded her head and I continued. 

"He touched my breasts and my thighs. All over. Yes, down below, too. He 
even had his fingers in my pussy. He made me come that way. I thought he was 
going to fuck me but instead he put his head down there and started to lick 
my pussy. I knew then he'd done that before. I don't remember how many times 
I came. Several times, I think." 

"He-he never got inside?" 

"No. I told you. All he did was blow me once." 

"What happened after that?" 

"Nothing. Well, not really. I made him come." 

"With your mouth?" 

"No," I said. "With my hand." I jumped to my feet. "I'd better start getting 
dressed." 

She helped me dress and managed to get her paws on my tits a few times. She 
kissed my cheek and I took off. 

She had given me directions and I followed them. She told me it was safer to 
go by subway than bus, so I took the BMT. 

It was a big building, made of steel, concrete, and lots of glass. There was 
even a doorman. There was a bank of self-service elevators. One hummed me up 
to her floor and soon I was sitting on a divan with a tall frosted glass in 
my hand that was filled with some amber concoction. There was a fake red 
brick fireplace and above it was a startling nude oil. It was so life-like. 
I took a second look and realized it was my new boss, Madelaine. 

She saw me looking and laughed. 

"Yes, I posed for that picture. It was done by a female artist. We had a 
very interesting relationship for a while." 

I could well imagine. 

Madelaine had on Capri pants which outlined her rounded ass and womanish 
hips. It clung to the length of her full thighs. Her hair was black as 
night. She was wearing a heady perfume that permeated my nostrils. The first 
time perfume ever affected me that way. A silk white blouse clung to her 
thrusting breasts. 

I had a second drink and it warmed my belly. I was never much of a drinker. 
Madelaine sat beside me and hooked her arm around my shoulders while her 
hand rested on my breast. Her fingers squeezed the mound and it felt rather 
nice. 

She made some small talk, asked about my hometown and all that jazz. I had a 
hunch she wasn't really interested. She just wanted to get me into bed and 
the sooner the better. 

Then she came on hot and heavy. 

She started unzipping and my dress was down about my waist. She took my 
glass and placed it on the cocktail table. Then she reached behind me and 
found the hook and eye of the bra and soon my tits were bared. She looked at 
the thriving globes and licked her lips. Her hands came up and she started 
toying with them. My nipples stiffened. 

They became very rigid. Her head bent and her lips clung to one nipple. I 
rubbed the back of her neck as she sucked the nipple and I felt the 
awareness of passion in my loins. 

I started to moan. Couldn't help it. My lips parted and the sounds came out. 
I felt her teeth surround the nipple and dig in gently. It felt so 
wonderful. 

I used my hand to unbutton her blouse and I had it open. She wasn't wearing 
a bra. Her tits were large, very rounded, and the nipples were 
coral-colored. I played with them and this excited her so much she sucked 
even harder at my nipple. 

Her face shifted and she was feasting on my other nipple. Her own nipples 
were very rigid now. I tweaked them, squeezed them, and I was enjoying it. 

So was she. 

Her mouth came away and we looked at each other. Then I leaned back and she 
pulled down my dress, got rid of my flats and stockings and then tugged down 
my panties. I was naked. She ran her hand down my belly to my bush, inserted 
two fingers and the invasion of my cunt thrilled me so much that I cried 
out. I wasn't playing with her tits any longer. I didn't want to do anything 
except feel her mouth on me, feasting on my flesh, so I spread my thighs 
wide. 

She was kissing the inside of my thighs, nibbling on the tender delicate 
flesh. She would reach the juncture of my body, then skip the vital area and 
continue down my other thigh. I put one hand on the back of her head. "Do 
me," I cried. "I want your mouth on me. Suck me off. Suck my pussy. Oh, 
please." 

She kept teasing me, nibbling my thighs, teasing me till I thought I would 
go out of my mind. Then she was breathing on my loins and her tongue darted 
out, touched the amber lips of my cunt. I shivered. She did it again and 
this time I squirmed. Her tongue inserted itself, plunged into my now wet 
pussy. And I began to gasp. 

My clitoris was extended. My cunt was hot, wanting her mouth on me, wanting 
her to finish me off. I had to come. I had to come in her wonderful mouth. 

Her tongue wiggled inside my grotto, touching the sensitive fleshy wet 
walls. Reams of sensation thudded through me. I writhed and squirmed and my 
thighs closed over her head. Her mouth sucked in the hard little penis-like 
structure, sucked in the button, and her teeth worked on it. It hurt, and I 
whimpered, but I didn't dare beg her to stop. I didn't want her to stop. I 
wanted to come badly. It was busy inside me. 

I welcomed the slight pain. It felt good, felt exhilarating. My ass moved 
back and forth on the divan cushion. My throat moved and sounds came out. 
"MMmmmmmmm. Arghhhhhh!" I was soaring high, my brain full of electric 
impulses. 

I groaned like a savage and I came and she kept sucking the button, and it 
was hurting me, but I kept moving my ass. And I came again. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

ANYTHING TO PLEASE THE BOSS 

We moved into the bedroom and she took off her panties. She climbed into bed 
as I observed her ass. Nicely rounded, with the cleavage in the middle. I 
wondered if she had ever been with a man. 

I joined her on the bed. 

Her body was soft and warm and her perfume was heady. We played with each 
other. Then she lay back and murmured she wanted me to satisfy her the way 
she had done me. 

Could I do less? 

I turned on my side, facing her feet. I moved a bit further down and took 
one foot in my hand and began to nibble on her toes. I moved my lips up to 
the ankle and licked it. I licked my way up her calf to the knee. 

Her thighs were wide. I saw the pout of her pussy lips. They were shielded, 
but not hidden, by the dark foliage. 

I was kissing and caressing her thigh and the knee moved up and the pussy 
lips opened. I saw a glimpse of pink flesh. I put my hands on her groin, 
separated the cunt lips, and gazed inside. It looked like a toothless mouth. 
A passage, deep, with pinkish walls. There was the hooded clitoris. It was 
pouting. I touched it with my forefinger and she shuddered. It was oily. I 
put my head between her warm rounded white soft thighs and I ran my tongue 
along the natal lips. Cries of delight came from her lips. I invaded her 
domain, found the passage wet, soft, and slightly salty. 

My mouth was at her moist shrine, kissing her inner lips, licking her walls, 
sucking her button. 

In a daring move, I moved my tongue downward, away from her love hole, to 
her rectum. I laved at the puckered hole and then slipped my tongue inside. 
It was very warm and the flesh clung to my tongue. My tongue went in and out 
as she squirmed on the bed, her tits bobbing with her frantic movements. I 
plundered her asshole and I was pleased at the havoc I was creating. 

Then I went back to the cunt-invaded, teased, caught the button between my 
eager lips and sucked on it. 

My own body was on fire again. Frenching her was rekindling the embers of my 
own passion. It was making me hot. I wanted to make her come soon so she 
could once again plunder my cunt with her tongue. 

I reached under her ass, took hold of her soft warm buttocks and gave a 
final, hard squeeze. 

She climaxed with a heavy groan and I kissed her pussy a few times and let 
up on her. 

She held me close and kissed my lips and told me how wonderful it had all 
been. 

"It-it made me so hot," I told her. 

She knew what I wanted. 

And she took the hint. She crawled down as I lay back and spread my legs. I 
felt her warm breath on my cunt and then her mouth took possession of the 
love pagoda. Then she ran her tongue in and out of the love hole and I 
closed my eyes, giving myself up to the terrific sensations that roared 
through me. 

She sucked my cunt and I was climbing fast to the peak. 

She was truly an artist at this and I could tell that this wasn't her first 
time for making love to another woman. 

I couldn't believe the peak that she was bringing me to. 

My whole body began to quiver under her probing tongue. 

My mind began to wander. I began to imagine the wildest things. 

I couldn't believe that all this was happening to me. I had been away from 
home for years, at least it seemed that way. 

I was so different now. I could really begin to feel. 

Her tongue was driving me insane. I could feel the heat dwelling within my 
body. 

I could hear myself moaning, but the moans seemed to be coming from 
something deep within me. 

She put her hands directly over my crotch, spreading my legs farther apart. 

She held them down firmly, so that I couldn't pull away from her. 

I was jerking my body so rapidly that I was slipping away from her tongue. 

This gave me the greatest feeling. I felt as though I was being held 
prisoner. 

That I was being taken against my will. It was too much. 

I held on to my own tits, squeezing them, tweaking the spongy nipples. I 
mashed my cunt against her mouth as she licked, bit, sucked. I was climbing 
swiftly to the edge of passion. Lust made my body tingle. I twisted my 
nipples till they were hurting me. I didn't care. I was learning to 
appreciate pain when it was mixed with pleasure. It gave a sharper edge to 
my passion. 

I moved my body, my belly heaving, my ass moving back and forth on the bed. 

"Ohhhhh ... feels sooo ... good. Oh, suck me! Suck me Make me come. Oh, 
please! My clit. Concentrate on my clit. Take it between your lips. You know 
how. Oh, yes! That's the spot. Move your tongue ... oh, yes. Yes! 
Ohhhhhhhh!!!!" 

The climax rocked me. I thought the bed and the room was shaking. But it was 
only me. I groaned and I came down to earth. 

We embraced and her tits were warm against my breasts. 

We kissed. 

Her tongue entered my mouth and I tried to swallow it. 

She was soon hot again. But I wasn't. 

I felt like going to sleep, but she wouldn't have it. She wanted me to make 
her come again. 

Her vitality was amazing. 

I tried to beg off, pleaded for a respite But she was adamant. 

She sat on my chest. 

I tasted her pussy. Tasted nice. Salty but nice. I tasted again and again. I 
delved in deeply with my tongue and she squirmed. I licked at her clitoris 
and she became frantic. Sexy moans came from deep down her throat. I didn't 
miss a spot with my hungry tongue. I felt her oozing honey and her pussy was 
moist and warm. My lips clamped over the little button and my tongue pressed 
against it. 

My hand went around her hip, to her buttocks. My finger ran up and down the 
groove of her ass and found the warm back entrance. My finger went in 
slowly. The added thrill shook her. I went in very deep, buried my finger to 
the hilt. 

A cry of pleasure escaped from her throat and she squirmed her cunt against 
my working mouth. She came. The honey oozed richer and flowed against my 
mouth. 

I withdrew my finger slowly. 

She rolled off me. 

"Just the start," she whispered. 

I turned on my side, back to her, and closed my eyes. 

She cuddled against me. I felt her warm soft tits against my back. One hand 
came around me and played with my tits. 

She played with me in an idle sort of way. Not trying to get me hot. It was 
for her own pleasure now. I guess she liked playing with my mounds. I did 
have nice tits. They were firm, well-rounded, and the nipples were pointy. I 
was always getting compliments about my promontories. 

I finally dozed off and I remember having a very pleasant dream. I never did 
finish the dream. Madelaine woke me up. In a very novel way. I felt 
something wet on my bush and I wakened slowly. 

The first thing I saw was her well-rounded ass, the crack between her 
cheeks. I saw her hanging breasts. And I felt her tongue insinuate itself in 
my gaping pussy. 

My thighs spread and I raised a knee when her mouth glued onto the shrine of 
my girlhood. She sank the shaft of her tongue deliciously deep into the well 
of my cunt and she explored while I trembled. She sensed I had awakened. She 
lifted her head, craned her neck, and gave me a wide grin before resuming 
her task. 

One hand went up to adventure over my firm tits and her mouth found my 
gaping wound. She licked at my female flesh, finding the button, sucking on 
it. 

Her fingers rolled my nipples as I moaned. I didn't know what time it was 
nor did I care. All I could think about was the ferment inside my body. The 
delicious sensations that swept over me. I tossed my head from side to side 
as the hot burning glow inside my belly grew bigger and brighter, sending 
off rockets. 

My body was a trembling mass. 

My desire grew within me as she licked the surface of my oval-shaped pussy 
and sucked on the penis of my cunt. My cunt lips were wide open, admitting 
the length of her tongue. I knew I was secreting passion juice and I was due 
soon. 

She sure knew how to turn a girl on. 

The walls of my vagina were convulsing as her mouth worked on my warm wet 
cunt. Choked gasps came from within me. There was a shimmering veil of 
bright haze clouding my skull, a haze that was red hot passion. My clitoris 
was throbbing; it was swollen with passion. My gasps came more frequently. 
Spasms rippled through me, making me quiver with lust. My button was 
tumescent and hard as Madelaine clamped the flesh between her soft lips. 

Her finger searched the cavern between my buttocks, found the puckered hole, 
and rammed in. I felt the stuffing and I wanted to shit. But that feeling 
went away. I wiggled my ass and that added to my lust. I moved crazily, but 
her finger remained rooted in my rectum. 

I gasped and groaned. Gutter words escaped from me. I shuddered and I 
climaxed while her mouth sucked even harder till she was hurting me. I 
begged her to stop. She licked my pussy as if wanting to taste the cunt 
juices. Then she stopped and lay alongside me. 

I went back to sleep. 

This time I didn't dream. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

ON THE JOB 

There was a Van Gogh sun overhead as I stopped by the apartment for a change 
of clothes. Karin was watching something on TV. She started to ask me 
questions, but I put her off, explaining I would be late for work. 

This gave her a laugh. I had spent the night with the boss, hadn't I? How 
could the boss give me a hard time if I came in late? 

I stuck out my tongue at her and wiggled my ass as I walked out of the 
apartment. 

Madelaine called for me ten minutes after I had checked in. She gave me a 
check after I handed in my voucher. Then she told me she's had a request 
from Hank that he wanted me again. 

There was a sly look on her face as she perched on the side of her desk with 
one leg swinging back and forth. "Hank must like the way you model," she 
said casually. 

"I try my best," I said in a small girl voice. 

She grinned lewdly. "Just don't get pregnant." She nodded her head in 
dismissal and I walked out. 

Hank grabbed me as soon as I walked into his studio. He almost took my 
breath away. His mouth bruised my lips. I pushed him away. "Let me breathe," 
I said. 

"I've been thinking about you all night," he said, pinching my tits, running 
his hands over my ass. 

"Did you jerk yourself off?" I asked with glee. 

"No. But almost." 

I nodded at the bed. "Too narrow." 

"I've got a room upstairs." 

We went up one flight. It was a three-room affair-bedroom, living room, and 
kitchen. I liked the bed. It was king-sized. I stripped and stretched out. 

He shed his clothes and joined me. 

We kissed and his hands were on my naked breasts. He was breathing heavily. 
"Remember what you promised?" 

"A blow job?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Okay. We won't talk price. I know you'll be generous." 

He groaned and I thought he was mad. "What a time to bring up the subject of 
money. You take all the ardor out of me." 

I soothed him by kissing him hotly and running my hands over his body. I 
pinched his male pebble nipples, smoothed my hands over his back and ass, 
down his thighs, and up to his groin. I felt the weight of his balls. I 
licked his nipples while I pumped his cock. He lay back, his eyes closed, a 
smile on his lips. I bit his nipples gently as I stroked his prong. 

"Blow me," he murmured. 

"I will," I promised him. 

I bit his nipples some more, nibbling on them afterward. This brought sighs 
of delight from him. Then my head started to move around his belly, which I 
kissed, licking his belly button and then the indentation itself. I had his 
prick good and hard now. I held it by the base as my tongue wandered up and 
down the totem pole. I held the tip of my tongue against the piss slit on 
the crown of his dick and forced it inside, which made him yelp. I was 
hurting him. I told myself not to try it again with him. Some men liked it. 

I nibbled on the surface of his weapon. Like a dog with a bone. I went down 
to the base where the weapon protruded from its nest of hair. Then I bit the 
thick base of his cock and squeezed his balls. I licked them, too, before 
biting into the sack, catching the ball between my teeth. It slipped right 
out. 

My fingers wandered underneath and found the crack of his ass. I used my 
forefinger to find his asshole. I found it. While I sucked his hard cock, my 
finger rammed into his rectum. My head bobbed and my finger plundered his 
behind. 

When my head went down, my mouth took in the length of his ripe prick. My 
finger plunged even deeper into his asshole. When my head lifted, my finger 
withdrew till just the tip of it was inside. I was using the rhythm method. 

On and on it went. 

My head going up and down. My finger going in and out. 

He was groaning like crazy. 

I was hot by now. I couldn't wait for him to finish. Because I wanted him to 
do it for me. I wanted his mouth on my pussy, sucking my meat. 

I went faster and the friction got to him finally. He cried out like a woman 
and exploded. A thin stream jetted into my mouth and I drank it all down. 
Like watered cream, but salty. 

I kept sucking till I was sure I had drained him. 

Then I let up on him. 

He opened his eyes. "You sure know how to suck." 

"Practice makes perfect." 

"You're just a kid." 

"I'm nineteen." 

I lay back and spread my legs. "What are you going to do for me?" I asked, 
raising one knee. 

"Depends on how much you pay me." he said in a mocking way. 

"Oh, shut up and blow me." 

He laughed and lowered his head to my tits. While he fondled one tit he 
kissed the other. 

My sighs were ecstatic. I was panting and gasping as he sucked on my stiff 
nipple. His hand squeezed the other breast, the fingers molding, probing, 
pinching, tweaking, twisting. My loins were on fire. A shimmer of hot flame 
clouded my skull as he tugged at my nipple with his eager hot wet mouth. His 
teeth surrounded the throbbing tip and I groaned. He bit the nipple not too 
gently. It hurt and I loved it. I was learning to appreciate pain when it 
was associated with sex. 

His hand felt my flat belly. His finger dug into my navel. 

I was twisting around like a madwoman. 

His mouth left my tit and wandered down to my belly, which he kissed, taking 
in the smooth satin skin there. His hand was on my bush. He fingered the 
pouting lips as I held my breath till two fingers delved into my love hole. 
I shuddered as he swished his fingers around, pressuring against the walls 
of my tunnel. He found the clitoris and played with it. 

I was on fire. My skull was about to burst. I didn't want to come this way. 
"Blow me!" I cried. "Suck my pussy!" 

He kept plundering my cunt with his eager fingers. 

I didn't want to come. Not like this. But I gasped as my body lost control 
My belly knotted. I cried and shuddered as my loins pushed against his 
fingers. I came. 

"I wanted you to blow me!" I cried. 

His fingers came out and his mouth was there at my love nook. He was going 
to blow me after all. He licked at the cream I had just released. He licked 
at the walls of my pussy, at the hard finger. His tongue swished around, and 
I was in heat again. It was so fast. My body responded so rapidly it amazed 
me. My ass moved back and forth on the bed. 

I heaved my body in wanton abandon. My breasts bobbed on my chest. My smooth 
belly went up and down. My thighs writhed. "Suck me, suck me, suck me! Blow 
me. Eat my finger. My clitoris. Eat it! Take it in your teeth. Bite it." 

He was concentrating on my clitoris for the moment. He had the succulent 
flesh in his mouth. 

I was soaring. I left mother earth and I was flying high among the clouds. I 
felt like very innermost craving of desire was being taken care of. 

My hands went to my tits and I rolled them about, my palms pressing against 
them, my nipples poking hard against them. I tweaked my nipples to add to my 
stimulation. 

He tongued me hotly. He ate my pussy. I craved more. "Suck me good. Bite my 
cunt." 

He bit and the pain was terrific. I loved it, though. Pain and pleasure. 
Pain and pleasure. 

He bit and ate, bit and ate. 

I lurched upward, grinding my cunt against his wet mouth. "Eat it. Eat it." 
I was screaming now. I didn't give a damn who heard me. I wanted my cunt 
eaten and bitten. 

I quivered with pleasure. 

His finger entered my asshole. He impaled me. 

Double stimulation. 

Flying high. Among the clouds. 

I tossed and turned on the bed, wild abandonment tearing me to pieces. My 
thighs closed over his head. He kept eating my cunt. 

The blood roared in my brain. 

I gasped and shook. I was busting inside. I was going to come. Soon. "Oh, 
oh, oh. Ummmm. Argghhhh." I heaved. 

My pussy discharged its flow. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" 

The room moved. The bed shook. My body was alive, vibrant. My nipples 
throbbed with passion. 

I closed my fists and the nipples bit into my palms. I shook like I had the 
palsy. 

The floodgates opened and the tidal wave carried me off. 

I was coming. Coming. Coming. 

I cried out. A sharp cry. It tore me apart. 

It hurt my eardrums. 

I groaned as my body started to slowly relax. 

Hank was kissing my belly. 

"What happened?" I asked weakly. lie kissed my tits. "You made it. And how!" 

Yeah. I had made it. And how. 

We cuddled. Then I took a nap. My body. My young smooth body. It needed sex. 
I was going to give it what it wanted. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

PAIN AND PLEASURE 

The phone was ringing when I got back to the apartment. Karin wasn't there 
so I picked it up. It was Jerry. He wanted to meet me right away in Nappy 
Carter's studio. He gave me directions and hung up. 

I was going out the door when Karin walked in. I told her Jerry wanted to 
see me and kept going before she had a chance to ask why. 

Nappy Carter's studio was on the third floor of an apartment building on 
Second Avenue. Jerry was in the waiting room when I walked in. He took my 
hand and led me to a deserted room which was bare except for some cardboard 
backdrops, a divan covered with black velvet, and a thick white rug. We sat 
on the divan. 

"Listen, kitten," he started off, "I won't beat around the bush. Karin told 
you all about me and Nappy. She told you more than she should have." 

I covered his hand with mind. "Jerry, it doesn't mean anything. Whatever you 
do is your own business. I-let's face it, I'm not exactly an angel." 

There was a strained grin on his face. "Yeah, I know. It sort of helps, I 
guess." 

"What do you mean?" 

Jerry then explained to me about Nappy Carter. Nappy was a kook. A weirdo. 
Jerry had mentioned that I'd arrived in town and his warped brain had 
started humming. Nappy wanted to make love to Jerry in front of me. 

"But why?" I asked. "What could he get out of it?" 

"Pleasure. His kind of pleasure at degrading me." 

"You'd do it, though?" What a stupid question, I realized. Of course he 
would go through with it. That was why he had sent for me. 

"I have to earn my bread any way I can." 

"Sure, Jerry, sure." 

"All you have to do is sit back and watch," he told me. "No effort on your 
part." 

"I don't have to join in?" 

"Nappy rarely goes for dames." 

"What if something snaps when he sees me?" Jerry looked at the thrust of my 
breasts. "You sure think a lot of yourself, don't you?" 

I drew in my belly so that my tits stuck out even more. "I know I have a 
good shape. You used to appreciate it once, remember?" 

"Yeah," he said dryly. "You even talked about it to Karin." 

I gasped. "She's got a big mouth." 

"And so have you. Well, no harm done. At least we know where we stand. Well, 
how about it?" 

I shrugged my shoulders. "Whatever you say, Jerry." 

He patted my knee and stood up. "You wait right here. I'll be right back." 

He took off. I lit a cigarette. He was gone maybe ten minutes. "We're to 
meet Nappy downstairs. We're going to his place." 

We left the room, took the elevator down and Jerry led the way around the 
corner to a flashy convertible. He produced a key and we got in. Jerry sat 
behind the wheel. 

"It pays to be nice to Nappy," Jerry said. "He knows the right people. Don't 
forget, he fixed you up with Madelaine. He may even use you himself as a 
model." 

The door on my side opened. A tall, thin man got in. He had a pencil-thin 
mustache on his upper lip. He was handsome and had very black hair. 

Jerry introduced me to Nappy Carter and then we took off. 

Nappy wasn't very communicative on our journey. I tried to study him, but I 
couldn't learn anything from his stone-like face. His lips were rather thin, 
as if a surgeon had made a slash with a scalpel and there was his mouth. He 
was handsome, though, in a way. 

It was a brand new apartment that Nappy led us to. The elevator took us up 
to the fifth floor. Then Nappy led us to his apartment. It was lush. And 
feminine. The type of apartment a woman would have. 

Our host made drinks and we all sat around in the spacious living room. 
"Jerry explained everything, didn't he?" His voice was dry, as if his mouth 
was full of sand. 

"Yes," I said. 

"I hate prudes, don't you?" 

"Yes," I said again. 

I glanced at Jerry. He seemed detached from everything, as if he weren't 
there. But he was there. I kept telling myself that. He was going to be one 
of the participants in the scene I was going to witness. I was going to see 
my own brother in another man's arms. I was going to see Jerry and Nappy in 
bed, making love. 

No, I wasn't a prude, I told myself. Far from it. 

And the idea of seeing these two men in action was getting to me. I wanted 
to see Nappy and Jerry in bed, both naked, both giving it to each other. I 
was getting excited from the idea. 

There was another round of drinks before we proceeded into the bedroom. 

Jerry and Nappy began to undress. 

I sat in a boudoir chair and watched intently. 

Jerry undressed casually, not caring that I was watching. 

But it was different with Nappy. He folded each item and hung it over the 
back of a chair. He undressed slowly, deliberately. When he was nude, he 
pranced about, and I was amazed at his body. He was tall and thin, but 
finely muscled. There wasn't a hair on his body except on his head. No pubic 
hair. Shaved clean. His prong was long and thin except for the crown, which 
was round and reddish. 

They got into bed and Nappy started to stroke Jerry. He caressed Jerry's 
chest and pinched his nipples. One hand went down to his prick. Jerry's cock 
started to harden. It raised, stiffened, and soon it stood like a totem 
pole. 

Nappy bent his head to suck on Jerry's nipples. 

Jerry started to groan. 

I was hot. I was really hot. I never thought the sight of two men would get 
to me that way. I kept my thighs closed tight against each other, moving 
them slightly, causing some friction in my loins. I thought I could 
masturbate that way. But I couldn't. 

Nappy's head started to wander south. 

I wanted to strip and play with myself, but I didn't know how Nappy would 
take it, so I remained seated-watching, getting hotter by the second. 

Nappy's face was close to Jerry's upraised prick. He licked it and Jerry 
gasped. He held Jerry's balls in one hand while he stroked Jerry's cock with 
his tongue. Up and down. The tongue licking at the male flesh. His fingers 
tightened on my brother's swollen balls. Jerry cried out, and I wondered if 
he enjoyed his pain the way I did. 

I watched the amorous couple with fascination. It was the first time I had 
seen a man blowing another man. There was an unctuous smile on Jerry's lips 
as Nappy took in the whole length of my brother's prick, sucked in the 
weapon as if he wanted to swallow it. I watched his head bob up and down. I 
saw the ripple of his shoulder muscles as he sucked off Jerry's cock. Feline 
movements. Nappy was as feminine in action as Karin and Madelaine. 

I wanted to join in desperately, but I dared not. 

Surreptiously, my hand darted under my skirt. My fingers edged under a panty 
leg and found the gash in my bush. They toyed with the pouting pussy bps. I 
inserted a finger well inside my love groove and it thrilled me. My finger 
played inside my warm cavern, touching the sensitive areas. Frenzied desire 
took hold of me. I sawed in and out of my wet pussy with my finger. Then I 
found my nubbin and played with it as I watched Nappy bob his head faster 
and faster. 

Jerry was writhing on the bed. His neck muscles were corded. His lips parted 
and gasps escaped from his throat. 

I wondered who would come first-Jerry or me? 

I was very wet inside my cunt. My finger was drenched. My nubbin was very 
hard and throbbing. 

Jerry lurched and grunts came from his mouth. His eyes rolled crazily. His 
head was tossing from side to side. 

I groaned myself. And I came. 

Jerry uttered a cry. The way his body was whipping against the bed I knew he 
was coming. 

Nappy craned his neck to look at me just as my hand came out from under my 
skirt. There was a lewd grin on his gaunt face. He had seen and he knew. 

Well, to hell with him. I looked at him defiantly. 

He moved his body and I saw his huge erection. It was the longest prick I'd 
ever seen. 

There was no word from Jerry or Nappy, but Jerry seemed to obey an unspoken 
demand. He got on his hands and knees as Nappy knelt in back of him, his 
prong jutting out, barely touching the creek between Jerry's hairy 
mountains. He edged forward, moving slightly, till his prick was aimed at 
Jerry's puckered asshole. He gripped Jerry's waist, took a deep breath, then 
lunged forward. 

The cock disappeared completely in my brother's behind. 

He yelped. 

The length of Nappy's prick would have made anyone cry out, man or woman. 

He suddenly turned to me and said, "Strip." 

I swallowed. I hadn't been consulted about this. No one had said anything 
about my stripping. All I was supposed to do was just watch. 

"Do as I say," Nappy said harshly. 

"Please, Penny," Jerry pleaded. "Do as he says." Then he grunted as Nappy 
plunged forward, driving his cock deep into Jerry's rectum. 

I got up and stripped naked. 

Even as Nappy was moving his prick in and out of Jerry's ass, he kept 
talking to me. 

"Come here," he said. "Sit down. Watch closely. Just do what I tell you. 
Don't argue with me. You understand?" 

Dumbly, I nodded my head. 

Nappy kept moving back and forth, driving his cock in and out of Jerry's 
asshole. 

"Play with my balls," Nappy commanded. 

I licked my lower lip and hesitated for a second. Then I reached for his 
hanging balls and played with them. 

"Squeezed. That's how I like it. Squeezed." 

I squeezed. I knew I was hurting him. 

"Harder." 

I squeezed harder as he pounded away, plundering Jerry's behind with his 
prick-the longest instrument I'd ever seen. 

Jerry was moaning now. He was enjoying it. There had to be pain. But it was 
the kind of pain he liked. Nappy hadn't even used an ointment to grease the 
way for his ripe prick. 

"I'm coming," Nappy suddenly announced to the world. He grimaced. His body 
whipped faster and faster. Then he cried out and flooded Jerry's , asshole 
with molten lava. 

I stopped squeezing his balls. 

He withdrew his cock. It was covered with slime. 

"Lick it off," he told me. 

"Oh, no!" I gasped. 

Jerry lay flat on his belly, his face turned to his left, his eyes closed. 
He didn't take part in the conversation. 

"Lick it off, I say," Nappy growled. The words were harsh, brutal. They 
stung me like a bullwhip. 

"Please, I can't!" I moaned. 

He grabbed hold of my left tit. He squeezed it and it hurt me. "Do as I say, 
bitch." 

I bent my head, took hold of his dick at the base, and proceeded to lick the 
surface of his long cock. It was still hard. Even as I licked it started to 
soften and deflate. 

I shut my mind to what I was doing. The come was very salty. I licked him 
till he felt I had cleaned his prick properly. 

"Enough," he said. 

I looked him straight in the eye. "Satisfied?" I said. 

"For now," he said, his grin thin on his face. "You used your tongue 
expertly. I think you'll remain here after your brother leaves. Now go into 
the living room and make me a drink." 

I wanted to tell him off, but I refrained. I went naked into the living room 
and fixed him a scotch and soda. 

When I returned, Jerry was getting dressed. 

He looked at me and wanted to say something but didn't. Or couldn't. I 
nodded at him as if to tell him that everything was okay. Jerry left then, 
and I was alone with Nappy. 

He tossed down his drink and told me to get on the bed. I did. I leaned 
back, one knee up. I didn't know what to expect. 

"It's been two or three months since I was with a girl," he told me. "It's 
rare when I find one that appeals to me. You appeal to me." 

If that was supposed to be a compliment, I didn't feel honored. I didn't say 
anything. 

"You saw how I used your brother," he said. "I like fucking in the ass. My 
biggest thrill." He looked at me meaningfully and I knew what he was 
planning. 

"It would be easier if you used an ointment." 

"There's more friction without an ointment," he said, his eyes traveling 
over my body. "And there is a certain amount of pain involved when there is 
nothing to grease the way. I enjoy pain when it's laced with pleasure. So 
does your brother. I also like to inflict pain. I get more pleasure from any 
act I do when there is pain involved." 

"I didn't see my brother fucking you in the ass," I said bluntly. 

"He has. Ask him." 

"I guess you're right. There's no reason for you to lie. Maybe you're right 
about ... pain. I've felt pain recently in some sex acts I've been part of, 
and ... well, my pleasure was keener. I ... I can't explain it." 

"You don't have to." His hands were on my tits. "I understand, my dear." 

His long slender fingers probed my firm breasts. His fingertips brushed 
against my nipples, waking them up. His head went down and he fastened his 
lips to one nipple and sucked hard on it. One hand went down the length of 
my body to my grotto and probed my love nest. Fingers dipped into the 
honeypot, searched the walls of the vault, pressed hard, as if trying to 
stretch the hole, then fingers found the clitoris and rubbed against the 
button. 

His mouth left my nipple and he smiled down at me. I realized his thin lips 
were actually sensual lips. His mouth was a hot volcano and his tongue was a 
serpent that had to taste flesh. 

I writhed on the bed as his fingers toyed with my clit. Then his fingers 
were no longer in my pussy, and I groaned in disappointment. "Make me come," 
I begged him. 

"Turn around," he said. 

I looked at him, my body squirming. "Please make me come. Use your fingers. 
Or your mouth. Yes. Your mouth." 

His tongue, snake-like, ran over his lower lip. 

"Yes. I'll use my mouth. On your ass." 

I shivered in anticipation. 

"That will be the ointment you crave," he said, his eyes glinting like 
flint. "I'll grease your asshole with my saliva." 

I wanted his tongue in my rectum. I wanted it more than anything. I turned 
over. 

His hands were on my ass-searching, exploring, probing. His tongue ran down 
my back, from my nape to the rise of my ass. Then he was licking at the 
shadowed valley between my buttocks. His tongue found my rectum and forced 
its way in. I shuddered at the back door invasion. I squirmed as he impaled 
me with his tongue. 

I rubbed my hairy cunt against the bed. I wanted to come badly. His tongue 
delved in deep, wiggled, and I experienced a terrific sensation. I moaned 
deeply, lingeringly. 

Then his tongue left its temporary home. 

I felt him move over me and I tensed, waiting for the force of his cock to 
invade my anus. It came. It inched in slowly at first. It hurt. I groaned. 
There was pain. Yes. But I had wanted it. I need it. His dick then rammed 
home and he was well entrenched. 

I heard him groaning as he sawed in and out of my rectum. His dick was long 
and it stuffed me until the crown was deep in my bowels. His hands crept 
under me and found my tits and he squeezed them hard as he fucked me in the 
ass. 

"Ohhhhhh! Ummmmmm! Oh, give it to me. Harder. Harder. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me. 
Fuck me in the ass. Yes. Give it to me. Oh, yes!" 

I came. I know I did. My pussy was all wet inside. I flowed like the river 
Jordan. I wiggled my behind as he screwed me good. His cock went in and out, 
in and out, in and out. I loved every inch of his marvelous prong. 

Holding tight to my firm tits, his cock penetrated even further into me. I 
cried because the pain was now doubled. Then I felt the molten lava flow 
from his cock, filling my asshole, leaking out into my genitals, oozing down 
my thighs, reaching my knees. His dick, still hard, plopped out, and I sank 
down to the bed. He patted my ass. "Good fucking," he said, bestowing kisses 
on my naked back. 

"You almost split me in two," I moaned. The pain lingered. But it wasn't 
that bad. 

He turned me over and I saw the crown of his cock still wet. He played with 
my tits. The nipples were still hard. "Did you come?" he wanted to know. 

"No," I lied. 

He was amused. But how could he know that I had? "What do you want me to 
do?" 

"Suck my pussy." 

"I'm not a cuntlapper." 

"Don't you want to satisfy me? How do you take care of the girls you go to 
bed with?" 

"I fuck them. In the ass. My pleasure gives them pleasure." 

"I'm not that noble," I retorted. He thought that was very funny and didn't 
seem to give a damn that I was mad. 

I started to get out of bed when he pulled me back. "What's wrong with a 
good old-fashioned lay?" 

"I can get that anytime," I said. 

"What if I want to see you again?" 

"To fuck me in the ass?" I said hotly. 

"Yes." 

I tried to control my temper. For Jerry's sake, I didn't want to get Nappy 
mad. "Okay," I said. "I owe you something." 

"That's more like it." 

He released me and I skipped out of bed. I had come, but he didn't know it. 
I wanted my pussy sucked and he refused. He had offered to lay me, but I 
wanted more than that. 

He watched me dress. 

"You have a beautiful body," he said as I covered my tits with a 
peach-colored bra. 

"Thanks," I said dryly. 

"I'd like to photograph you sometimes." 

I picked up my dress. "Just call Madelaine. I'm sure you know the number." 

My sarcasm washed off him like water off a duck's back. 

'I'll do that." 

He had an ego. I was positive of that. 

I zipped up the side of my dress. He walked to the front door with me. 
"There's no need for you to be angry," he said. 

I turned the knob of the door. "I didn't think you noticed." 

"You're a headstrong little girl. So unlike your brother." 

"Goodbye, Mr. Carter." I started out the door. 

"Wait." He ran to a writing table, opened a drawer, and took something out, 
pressing it into my hand. 

I walked out and he closed the door. In the elevator going down I unfolded 
the fifty-dollar bill he had given me and put it into my purse. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

BROTHERLY LOVE? 

It was dark when I got back to the apartment. I was hungry and hoped Karin 
had left something for me to eat. Karin wasn't in. 

"She's auditioning," Jerry said. 

"At this hour?" 

"Yeah. Some producer is trying to interest an angel in backing his show. 
Karin was picked, among a few others, to do some scenes. She'll probably end 
up in bed with either the producer or the angel." 

"That doesn't bother you?" 

Jerry shrugged. "Are you hungry?" 

"I'm famished." 

I put two TV dinners in the stove and we ate that. There was half a bottle 
of wine, too, which we finished off. 

We sat in the living room. Jerry asked me about Nappy. He wanted to know if 
the photographer had hurt me. 

"Some," I admitted. 

"But you liked it?" 

"Yes." 

"We seem to have the same tastes," he said. 

"We didn't end up on a happy note," I finally blurted out. 

Jerry wanted to know what I meant. 

"I wanted him to blow me and he refused," I said. 

Jerry laughed. "You go for that bit, don't you?" 

"It was you who initiated me, remember?" 

"Yeah." 

I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Jerry, I think I'm frustrated. 
It's like Nappy left me high and dry." I squeezed his knee. "He offered to 
fuck me. How generous of him! He's already given it to me in the behind. But 
what I really wanted was my cunt sucked, and he absolutely refused to do 
it." 

"Are you asking me for something?" he intoned. 

"I'm not asking, I'm begging." 

He nodded. "Okay. Sure. Why not? But I want things, too. Blowing you will 
get me good and hot. You'll have to take care of my ... frustrations. 
Understand?" 

I understood perfectly. 

My hand went up his knee and onto his lap. I found the bulge and pressed it 
with my fingers. I unzipped him and his cock popped out. I stroked his naked 
flesh and it rose, hard firm, full of heated blood. 

He got up and I followed him into his bedroom. We stripped and embraced by 
the side of the bed. I felt his manly chest against my ripe breasts. My 
nipples tingled as they brushed hard against the hairs of his chest. His 
hands swept down my back to my ass. We kissed. His cock pressed hard against 
me. 

We toppled into bed. 

"Oh, Jerry, I want your mouth on my cunt. I need it so bad." I pressed his 
head against my tits. "Suck my nipples first. Get me good and hot. Bite my 
nipples. I love pain. I appreciate it." 

He did what I wanted. He kissed and sucked my nipples. He tried to swallow 
them. By now my loins were on fire. He was going to do what I wanted. He was 
going to suck my pussy. I felt like he was my slave and was submitting to my 
every wish. I felt a sense of power, and it felt good. 

He bit each nipple till they hurt. Then his head wandered down my body, his 
tongue blazing a wet trail. He came to the foliage of my cunt and his tongue 
found the slit and delved in. 

I squirmed as he tongued me. 

I groaned in excruciating delight as his tongue found every hidden nook of 
my love grove. He lapped at the walls as I shivered. His hands came up my 
body to capture my breasts. I felt my nipples throbbing as he pinched them. 
His mouth feasted on my cunt. I gasped as he found the soft protuberance of 
the fleshy clitoris and gathered in the morsel between his lips and sucked 
on it. I was gritting my teeth as waves of emotion swept over me. I wanted 
to come in his mouth. It was an enormous desire that I had to fulfill. I 
revolved my hips in a circular motion. He bit my clitoris lightly and I 
groaned like a heated savage. 

I felt like the walls of my fleshy tunnel were melting. 

I was panting like a bitch dog in heat. 

"Suck me off. Suck me off!" My voice was strained with emotion. "Go on. Suck 
me. Suck it good. Kiss my pussy. Eat it. Oh, hot dam! It feels so good." 

His fingers worked on my nipples. Squeezing them. Tweaking them. Rolling 
them between forefingers and thumbs. 

"Don't stop till I come," I begged. "I want to come in your mouth. Suck my 
clit. Keep sucking it till I come. Oh, please. Yes. Like that. Don't stop! 
Oh, don't ever stop!" 

There was a great echoing crash as my skull roared. I felt like I was being 
torn apart. I must have screamed. I heard the sound in my ears. I climaxed 
and came in his mouth. He kept lapping my pussy till I moaned heavily and my 
thighs slowly relaxed and stopped quivering. 

"Did you feel subjugated?" I asked Jerry when I had caught my breath. I felt 
his nipples. They were like small pebbles. 

"In a way." 

"That's how I felt when I was with Nappy." He moved up on his knees so that 
his lance was before my face. "You never blew me," he reminded me. "Not even 
once." 

I fondled his prick. My hand reached behind so that I could feel his ass. My 
finger found the inlet and inched in. My mouth closed over his penis. Finger 
in his rectum and mouth on his cock. I licked his prick from crown to base. 
I licked at the glans and he groaned. My finger went in and out of his 
asshole. 

I nibbled on his prick. 

I shoved my finger all the way in and he wiggled his behind. I bobbed my 
head, taking in the length of his prick. I closed my teeth over the weapon 
and he groaned as I bit the male flesh gently. I used my other hand to 
squeeze his hanging balls. 

He moved his cock in and out of my wet hot mouth. He was fucking me in the 
mouth and I was loving it. 

I wanted him to come in my mouth like I had come in his. I wanted to taste 
his come. I wanted to swallow it. Every drop. 

He grunted and a thin stream of sperm shot into my mouth. I swallowed it 
immediately. 

Then I withdrew my finger from his anus and the rubbery flesh seemed to 
cling to it, reluctant to give up the digit. There was a sucking noise as it 
came out of his hole. 

He lay alongside me. "I want more," he whispered. 

"Of course, Jerry. Anything you want." 

"Karin has told you about the dildo she uses on me. Well, I want you to fuck 
me in the ass with it." 

"Yes," I said. "Yes. Anything you want." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT 

He lay on his belly, his head cradled on one out-flung arm. His buttocks was 
oval shaped and the crease was deep and shadowed. His balls peeped out from 
beneath his loins. 

I had already strapped on the dildo. It protruded from my groin like a man's 
erect prick. I wanted to apply an ointment to the rubber cock but be didn't 
want that. He wanted some pain when I screwed him in the ass with the dildo. 
We were so much alike, my brother and I. 

I rubbed his back, feeling his skin, smooth almost like a baby's, under my 
gliding finger tips. I rubbed his back and wandered down to his jutting 
behind. I felt his cheeks and for fun I gave them a slap. They quivered 
slightly like firmed jelly. 

I slapped him again and he moaned. I felt a little obscene slapping Jerry's 
buttocks, knowing what I was going to end up doing, and it gave me a strange 
delight. 

I spanked him for a while, slapping his ass while he writhed on the bed. 
Then I stopped and separated his buttocks, to reveal the little red hole. I 
forgot that he was my brother. That didn't matter. He was a man and I was 
going to bugger him. 

On an impulse, a devilish impulse, I leaned my head down and my tongue 
entered his puckered asshole. He moaned and gasped and that brought a 
terrific thrill to my loins. 

Hearing him gasp and moan, knowing the pleasure I was giving him, thrilled 
me. I was thrilled knowing he was receiving such pleasure from me. My tongue 
plundered his rectum. It went in and out and his groans became heavy. 

When I tired of this byplay, I lifted my head. My finger ran up and down the 
crease between his oval shaped ass. Then my finger started to probe the 
puckered inlet. My finger prodded. It entered deep 'and he gasped. I moved 
my finger around in his rectum, in preparation for what was to follow-the 
rubber dildo. 

Another finger joined the first. I wanted to stretch his asshole. I didn't 
want to hurt him with the dildo even though I knew he would welcome the 
pain. I didn't want to hurt him a great deal, that is. I wanted to give him 
more pleasure than pain. 

I wriggled my fingers in his anus and his gasps came steadily. Then I 
removed my fingers and climbed over him. 

I lowered my body and directed the head of the dildo to the dime-sized hole 
of his ass. The dildo entered the warm aperture. I wormed it in and he 
groaned. It was hurting him. How much, I didn't know. I didn't want him to 
suffer. But it was the suffering that made his pleasure more keener. I 
realized this and rammed all the way inside. He howled and I pumped the 
dildo in and out of his rectum. 

My hand ran in circles over his back and shoulders. I think I was enjoying 
the act as much as Jerry. My hips moved and he twisted his head from side to 
side. 

"Ohhhh," he moaned. "So good. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass. Give 
it to me. Give it to me hard. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I love it. Love 
it. Love it." 

I was in a frenzy. I was sweating. My body whipped back and forth, driving 
the dildo deep into his behind, withdrawing it till just the tip was in, 
then plunging in again. 

I moved my hand underneath him to find his cock good and stiff. I held on to 
it as I attacked his back passage. 

I knew I wanted the same thing later. And not with the dildo. 

My fingers started to pump his cock. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to 
end it so that my turn would be next and soon. 

"Kneel up," I told him. 

Obediently, he kneeled up, my hand still on his cock, the dildo still in his 
ass. The penetration was even deeper now. As I knew it would be. As I fucked 
him with the dildo I pumped his prick. 

He was wiggling his ass furiously as I kept on screwing him, in and out, in 
and out. 

"Ummmmm," he moaned. 

My hand felt the rigid muscles of his prick. I squeezed the cock as I worked 
the instrument faster and faster. Then I felt the quivering of his male 
weapon and he cried out and his juice shot out, soaking the sheet. I kept 
doing it till I knew he was drained. I withdrew the dildo from his ass. 

I kissed his back. 

He sat in the living room, naked, while I changed the sheet and then I 
joined him. We sat side by side on the divan, drinking wine. 

I was nude and proud of my firm body. 

We kissed like lovers. 

We were sitting like that, naked, when Karin walked in. I didn't feel 
embarrassed. Karin didn't seem to care. She announced she'd already had 
dinner. 

"I'm sleeping with Jerry tonight," I told her. 

Jerry seemed surprised. And amused. "Didn't you have enough?" 

I remembered the way I had buggered him with the dildo and wanting the same 
from him. I was just waiting for him to recapture his strength and energy. 

"I want something from you," I said boldly. "Without the dildo." 

I looked at Karin to see if I had shocked her. She just shrugged and walked 
into my bedroom. 

"Karin isn't going to play second fiddle," Jerry told me. 

"I don't expect her to," I said. "But I want this night to be ours. Please, 
Jerry. After tonight I'll stay in my own bedroom and leave you and Karin 
alone. Maybe, once in a while, I'll bother you for something." 

I put my hand on his dong and it perked up. 

"Sure, Penny." 

We went back into the bedroom. We climbed on the bed and I drew him down to 
me. We kissed and his hands went to my tits, playing with them, waking up my 
sleeping nipples. 

I squirmed against him, letting him know how hot it was. 

We french kissed and I played with his prick. It was good and stiff now and 
I wanted it in my ass. I wanted that more than anything. And I wasn't going 
to use an ointment. I wanted the pain attached. I welcomed it. 

We kissed and played with each other till we were both excited. Then I bent 
my head to his dick and sucked it for a while, making him hotter than 
before. Then, without being told, I lay on my stomach, waiting impatiently 
for the attack. 

I wasn't long in waiting. He climbed over me, dug his hands under me to find 
my tits and he squeezed them as his cock penetrated my asshole. I wiggled my 
ass in circular motions, feeling the impalement in my behind. I wished 
suddenly that he could fuck me in the pussy at the same time. A sandwich. 
Fucked with two dicks at the same time. 

I felt the length of his hot body against my back, his cock digging even 
deeper into my anus. I wriggled about, feeling the wonderful stuffing of 
hard male flesh. 

"Give it to me," I cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me. I want it so bad." 

It was all so weirdly pleasurable. My body writhed on the bed, squirming, as 
hot sheets of flame swept over me. His prick was stretching my asshole and 
he shoved in hard and then wiggled his cock around and I felt like I was 
going to bust. His hands tightened on my tits and my nipples throbbed. I 
felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. 

His come was hot and heavy and it streamed deep into the bowels of my body. 

He bit my shoulder and he gave my tits a final squeeze before he rolled away 
from me. 

I told him how I had temporarily wished to be fucked at the same time with 
two dicks, one in my cunt and one in my ass. 

It could be arranged, he told me, a wide grin on his face. 

There was a novelty I knew I would enjoy. 

"I'm game," I told him. 

"Shall I get Karin?" 

"Karin?' I frowned. Karin didn't have a prick. "What does Karin have to do 
with it?" 

"You can get on top of me and Karin can enter your asshole with the dildo," 
he said. 

"Oh, no. I want two real cocks in me at the same time. No dildo." 

"You want me to get in touch with Nappy?" 

"Isn't there anyone else?" 

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Could be. I'll scout around and let you 
know by tomorrow afternoon." 

"It'll be fun." 

"Yeah." He took me in his arms and kissed me. It wasn't a brotherly kiss. 
There was passion in it. "A lot of fun." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

ALL WORK AND NO PLAY 

The next day Madelaine sent me out on an assignment which turned out to be 
unproductive. That meant there was no sex involved. The photographer was a 
middle aged bloke who kept talking about his three children as he posed me 
every which was. Showing my ass, my pussy, my tits. He didn't lay a hand on 
me once. It turned out he worked for a group of magazines in California. 

I had lunch and went back to the agency with the voucher. Madelaine wanted 
to see me and I cooled my heels in her office as she was busy on the phone. 

She finally put down the phone. 

"Your brother called. He wants you to get in touch with him at Nappy 
Carter's studio." 

"Oh, thanks." But there had to be more to it than that. Madelaine could have 
had one of the office girls deliver the message to me. 

"I missed you last night," she said softly. She stood up and came around the 
desk. She was wearing a tight mannish suit. "I guess I should have made an 
appointment." 

I put on a surface smile. "At your beck and call, remember?" 

"Tonight," she said. "Be at my place about ten." It was a command, not a 
request. 

Obediently, I nodded my head. 

"I have another assignment for you," she said. "You'll be going with another 
girl. A colored girl. This photographer wants shots of two girls in action." 

It was all right with me. 

Madelaine called in the other girl and gave us the address. We had a half 
hour to make a call. While she bought chewing gum and cigarettes I used the 
phone booth. 

Jerry had found someone. It was all set for tonight. 

Unblushingly, I told him I had a date with Madelaine that night. 

"Then when?" 

"Early this evening," I suggested. 

We would meet at Nappy's studio about four and go to the man's apartment. I 
hung up and the girl and I went back to her car. 

I studied the girl as she drove through the streets of Manhattan. She was in 
the early twenties. Her hair was cut very short, close to her skull. She had 
finely sculptured face with flaring nostrils. She was beautiful. Her breasts 
thrust out the jersey blouse she was wearing as if dying to get out and feel 
the sun. She had nice legs. 

Her name was Mary Robinson. 

We arrived and it was a brownstone house just off Columbus Circle. The 
studio was on the first floor. The photographer was a young man about twenty 
one or twenty-two and he wore tight jeans which showed off his small male 
buttocks. He kissed Mary on the cheek and shook hands with me. He seemed to 
know Mary. 

We stripped and used a wide bed for the shots. It was simulated sex. I had 
to pretend I was kissing Mary's brown breasts. I had to pretend I was 
kissing her oval shaped pussy. And she had to pretend to do the same for me. 
We didn't actually touch the other's flesh. 

I had to admit I was tempted at times to really use my tongue on Mary. Her 
skin was smooth and brown, velvet flesh, flawless. We did touch each other's 
breasts though. Her tit was smooth. It was large and thrust out like a spear 
and the nipple was sharp and long. Elongated nipples. 

When it was over we dressed and the photographer handed us vouchers. Mary 
called him Jimmy. 

We walked down to the sidewalk. We didn't have to return to the agency and I 
asked Mary which was the best way to get to Nappy's studio. 

"I'll drive you," she said. "It's on my way home." 

We got in the car and we took off. 

She made a right turn and stopped for a red light. 

"Can I ask you something personal?" she said. 

"Sure." 

"When we were posing before, did you feel ... anything?" 

"Yes," I said softly. 

She looked at me and there was a twinkle in her eye. 

"So did I," she admitted. "If Jimmy hadn't been there I guess I would have 
gone to town with you." 

I felt more at ease now. 

The light changed to green and the car shot ahead. 

"You've posed for Jimmy before, haven't you?" I asked. 

"Yes." She hesitated for a second. "I've done more than pose for him." 

I was glad she was candid with me. It made everything so much easier. 

"That's funny!" I said thoughtfully. "By watching Jimmy I was under the 
impression he only went for men. I guess I was wrong." 

"You weren't wrong. He does go for the boys. He like girls sometimes. I'll 
be honest with you. He never stuck it in me. Not even once." 

"Well, then how...." 

I knew I was getting too personal so I didn't finish. 

But Mary wasn't shy about such things. "I do things for him that another man 
would do. I suck him off. I'm trying to get him to go down on me but so far 
I haven't had any success." 

I laughed. "Maybe if we both worked on him we could turn the trick." 

I had really meant it as a joke but Mary took me seriously. 

"It's an idea," she said. "Want to give it a try?" 

"You mean it?" 

"Of course. I'll arrange things. You just leave it to me." 

"It'll have to be tomorrow," I said. 

She winked at me. When she parked the car she put her hand on my knee and 
squeezed. I got out and she drove away. 

I met Jerry and we got into his car. 

"Tell me about the man you found," I said, as he pulled away from the curb. 

"An old buddy of mine. He likes chicks. I didn't tell him you were my 
sister. That'll be our secret." 

"Sure, Jerry, anything you say. Is he handsome?" 

"I'd say so. He's a commercial artist and makes lots of money." 

"You must have a thing about money," I said. 

"Money makes the world go round, kid. It isn't love, believe me. That's so 
much pap." 

I didn't have any such foolish romantic notions and said so. Sometimes Jerry 
treated me like a kid. By now, he should have known better. 

We drove in silence. 

It was a warm day with just a suggestion of a breeze coming in form the 
north. 

We arrived and we got out. It was a tall impressive apartment building. We 
walked into a huge lobby and found a bank of elevators. One of them took us 
up. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

SANDWICH ANYONE? 

His name was Wade Johnson. He was thirty and his hair was blond. He was the 
athletic type, tall, wide shoulders and lean hips. He looked at me over as 
Jerry introduced me to him as Penny. 

"You've a great shape," he complimented me. 

"Thanks." 

We had drinks in the living room. It was a lush apartment, filled with 
Danish modern, thick rugs, oils on the walls. 

"Jerry tells me you're new in town," he said. 

"Brand new." 

"How do you like our little city?'" he wanted to know. 

"I like it fine." 

Jerry was getting impatient with the small talk. I didn't blame him. So was 
I. 

"Let's have another round of drinks," Jerry said. "Then we'll go into the 
bedroom and have some fun." 

"Okay by me." 

Wade made drinks and we tossed them down. We all trooped into the bedroom. 
Jerry started divesting himself of his clothes and I followed suit. Wade 
took his time, his eyes on me, wanting to see what I looked like naked. 

I stood in front of him nude and his eyes looked hotly at my ripe tits. I 
turned slowly so he could see the shape of my ass. 

Jerry sat on the bed naked. His prick was a long worm, resting on his hairy 
thigh. 

Wade got rid of his shorts and he was nude. He came up to me and we kissed. 
His hands ran down my back to my jutting ass, his fingers fondling the 
buttocks. I felt his cock rising against my body. 

Jerry lay back on the bed, watching us. 

"It's more comfortable in bed," I told Wade. 

Jerry moved over and Wade and I climbed aboard. We continued kissing and his 
hands probed my tits, feeling the texture of the white skin. He bent his 
head to nibble on my hot nipples. 

I felt my pussy getting wet with excitement. I found his cock and played 
with it. It throbbed underneath my fingertips. 

Wade leaned back. 

"How about frenching me a little?" 

I ran my hand over his chest, down his belly to his hard prick. I played 
with his balls and then my head bent down to his male attraction. 

I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his cock while I held it at its 
thick base. I licked at the glands, applying wet, warm pressure. I gave it 
little bites. My fingers closed over his balls and my head raised and 
lowered, as his thing went in and out of my moist mouth. 

I was sucking his cock voraciously and I knew he would come if I didn't 
stop. I didn't want him to come. Not in my mouth. I wanted his cock good and 
hard when I was to be used as a sandwich between him and Jerry. But I 
couldn't help it. I had to keep sucking. 

It was an impulse I couldn't overcome. I wanted his sperm in my mouth. I 
wanted to feel him shooting his stuff down my throat. 

He was squirming now. His hand was on my ass, squeezing the cheeks. One 
finger dug into my asshole and I got more excited. I scraped his cock with 
my teeth. 

He groaned and the jet of sperm shot out and I thought he would come 
forever. It kept coming, coming. I kept swallowing. I kept sucking till he 
collapsed. 

I moved over him and sat on his chest. I took hold of his ears. 

"Now you're going to suck my pussy," I said with determination. 

He opened his mouth and I lowered my cunt and his tongue entered my grotto. 
He went in deep, finding the walls wet. I moved my cunt against his mouth. 

"Suck it. Move your tongue all around. That's it. Yes. Like that. Eat my 
cunt. Eat it." 

I looked at Jerry who was watching us. 

"Play with my tits," I said. "Play with them. Pinch my nipples." 

Jerry moved closer to us and his hands went to my tits and he stroked them, 
feeling them, touching the hard nipples. 

Wade ran his hands up and down my smooth thighs as he sucked on my cunt. His 
lips found my clitoris and he concentrated on that piece of wet fleshy meat. 
I moaned as he nibbled on the nubbin. 

My body was moving crazily. 

"Suck me. Suck me. I'm going to come in your mouth." 

I was breathing unevenly, heavily, my nipples were on fire under Jerry's 
probing fingers. 

I convulsed as my pussy flowed. I gave a heavy sigh and flopped back. I lay 
with my head on Wade's belly as he stroked my naked back and ass. 

"She's good," I heard him tell Jerry. "Worth every penny." 

I didn't connect till later. I was thinking about both of them driving their 
cocks hard into me, front and rear. 

After a while Jerry started fooling around with me. He drew me to him and 
his hands wandered over my body. My tits, my belly, my thighs. He sucked my 
nipples and I played with his prick. 

His cock was hard. 

"Are you ready, Wade?" he asked. 

"Yeah. Just watching you two gave me a hard-on." 

Jerry lay back. 

"Get on top of me, Penny." 

I straddled him, my loins brushing against the underside of his penis. I let 
my hands run around his chest, toying with his pebble nipples. The length of 
his cock was hard against my crack. I took his prick and guided it into my 
cunt. 

Wade was moving behind me. 

I leaned over Jerry, his cock still planted in me, giving Wade easy access 
to my bottom hole. 

His cock was knocking at the back door. I wiggled my behind and I felt the 
head of his cock force its way into the back passage. It went in inch by 
solid inch. 

I felt wetness in my behind and realized Wade had greased his prick with 
some lotion before putting his dong in me. It felt pleasant. Warm, solid, 
pleasant. I had a good stiff prick in my ass. 

I began to feel a masochistic pleasure as I moved up and down on Jerry's 
hard cock as Wade fucked me in the ass with his stiff prick. I was being 
pierced from front and back. I was very excited. I moved faster and my tits 
bobbed on my chest. 

Wade's hands were on my hips as he pounded home with his even long strokes, 
driving his sweet cock into my back hole. 

I was being buffeted between two rods. Back and forth. My body received the 
homage of their pricks and it hummed gaily. Tingles of joy threaded through 
my squirming body. This was heaven. Plundered in back and front. Fucked by 
two hard cocks at the same time. Both holes stuffed with male prick. 

I rode up and down on Jerry's prick. 

Jerry's hands came up to clutch my tits. My nipples were spongy, throbbing. 
My body was a mess of molten lava. I was a volcano about to erupt. Whirling 
about, caught in a vortex of passion, desire and pure lust. 

I was getting what I wanted. And I loved it. 

"Oh, fuck me," I cried out. 

I felt the solid cock riding back and forth in my back passage and every 
forward thrust brought a cry of joy from me. Gibberish escaped from my lips. 
My skull was blazing with red hot balls of fire, searing my brain. I had 
never felt anything like it in my life. 

Then Jerry grunted and shot his load into my wet hot pussy. I matched his 
discharge with my own. Wade kept pumping into me. Then he grunted, bit my 
shoulder, and his sperm flowed into my rectum. I was being drowned in male 
sperm. Wet, hot, sticky. 

It was wonderful. The most. 

I cried out. 

My body had a life of its own. It was a unique experience. 

Impaled by two shooting pricks. 

The tumult eventually died down. 

I moaned as I felt Jerry's prick start to deflate. Wade plopped his cock out 
of my asshole. Exhausted, I sank down and to the side, my body drained of 
emotion. 

Wade brought me a drink. It warmed my belly. 

"Are you okay? he asked. 

"Yes. I'm fine." 

I got dressed and Jerry told me he was staying. I kissed them both and took 
off. 

I took a cab to Madelaine's place. 

I wondered what kept me going. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING 

Madelaine had on a sheer robe and I could see her nakedness under the 
material. The thrust of her breasts, her full white belly, her rounded 
thighs. She took my hand and we sat down on the love seat. 

"You're becoming very popular," she said. "Well, I don't mind it. As long as 
all those horrible men don't spoil you for me." 

"They won't." 

"You have such a delicious body." 

Her hand snaked under my skirt and smoothed my thighs. 

"I love kissing you. I love kissing you everywhere. You're simply 
delicious." 

I was completely exhausted but I couldn't let her know. I never had had so 
much fucking and sucking in the last three days. I was fatigued but I had to 
carry on. 

We embraced and french kissed. Her hand crept to my crotch and fingered 
under my panty leg to find my bush. 

My feminine flesh welcomed her caressing fingers. I was so pleasant feeling 
her fingers probing my private domain, caressing the natal lips, rimming the 
orifice, pushing deep to touch the walls of the love vault, rub the hard 
little nubbin. 

I felt warm and tingly all over. 

Then she undressed me. I just sat there, meek, as her hands found zippers, 
hooks and eyes, buttons. Soon I sat there naked. She bent to lick at the 
valley between my breasts. Her tongue wandered to my right globe and licked 
at the milky flesh around the pink nipple, then ran across the nipple 
itself. 

She started sucking at the knob and I felt my loins tingle. I squirmed as 
she sucked harder, industriously, her fingers caressing my thighs and once 
again finding my love flesh. Long, white fingers found a temporary home in 
the cave between my thighs. 

I rocked and bucked and groans came from my parched throat. So soon. I 
didn't think anyone could get me hot so fast, after being fucked in the ass 
and cunt by Wade and Jerry. But she was doing it. Her lips tugging at my 
nipple and her fingers sawing in and out of my love nook. 

I came. I drenched her fingers. My nipples throbbed. My thighs quivered and 
I closed my eyes as shock waves hit me. 

Then she was shedding her robe and she was naked. She sank down and knelt in 
front of me. She pushed her head between my white thighs and her mouth was 
against my gash. She licked at the juices I had just spent. 

I watched the blur of black hair buried between my thighs. I was that sleepy 
now, after that last climax, that I couldn't even see straight. But I felt 
the lash of her tongue. She licked at my clitoris and I was breathing 
heavily. 

It can't be. It can't. But I was getting hot again. What was I? A damn sex 
machine. 

I buried my fingers in her hair as she mouthed my cunt. It felt good. Oh, 
yes. She bit my pussy and I whimpered. I forgot everything, even the fact 
that I was dead tired, and concentrated on the way she was lapping my wet 
hot cunt with her moist tongue. 

I pushed against her mouth. I tightened my fingers in her hair. 

"Ummm. Ohhhh," I quivered and shuddered. Tremors convulsed me. I climaxed 
with my eyes tightly shut. 

My brain exploded. 

I fell forward and I sighed heavily. 

Like a dead person, I made my way into the bedroom. Gratefully I sank onto 
the bed. 

She fondled me but I couldn't move a muscle. I closed my eyes and I went to 
sleep. 

* * * 

I didn't know what time it was when I woke. Madelaine was in bed, reading a 
magazine. The bed lamp cast a yellow glow over her and part of the bed. 

"Are you waking up?" she asked. 

She put down the magazine and studied me thoughtfully as I sat up. 

"I think so. I never thought a person could get so tired." 

"Maybe it's a matter of too much of everything?" she suggested. 

I had the feeling she was concerned about me. 

I said, "I'll settle down eventually." 

"I'm a fine one for giving advice but you're liable to ruin yourself. You 
act like you haven't had sex in years and you're making up for it." 

I wondered how she knew so much. Did it show? Maybe she kept tabs on all her 
models. Or maybe just the ones she was sexually interested in. 

I didn't say anything and she shrugged and said, "You go back to sleep. You 
look like you need it." 

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm rarin' to go." 

"I'll bet you are." 

She picked up her magazine. 

"Close your eyes and go to sleep, Penny. Tomorrow is another day." 

I tried to tell her I wasn't tired but she wouldn't listen. I couldn't argue 
with her. When I saw she was bent on reading her magazine and had no more 
interest in fun and games, I mentally shrugged and turned on my side. 

Was Madelaine that concerned about me? To her I was just a piece of flesh, 
quivering with sex, receiving and giving pleasure. Was I more than that to 
her? 

I thought about my brother, Jerry. He was supposed to be concerned about me. 
But was he? What was I to him? 

I remembered what Wade had said to Jerry. "Worth every penny." I wanted to 
talk to Jerry about that. I had a hunch what Wade had meant. I wanted to 
hear it from Jerry. 

After a time I stopped thinking. I drifted off to sleep. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

JIMMY RIDES AGAIN 

Madelaine fixed breakfast while I took a shower. I loved the way the water 
cascaded down on my turning body, spraying every part of me. I turned off 
the hot water and the cold water hit me like a thousand icicles. 

It woke me up, made me mentally alert. I felt very refreshed when I came out 
of the tub and used a heavy turkish towel to dry myself off. 

Waffles and maple syrup. I dug in. 

Madelaine and I went to the agency together in her car. After she parked she 
stayed behind the wheel and lit a cigarette. 

I could see there was something on her mind. I waited for her to talk. She 
offered me a cigarette and I took it. She used a silver lighter to set the 
tip on fire. 

"Penny, I want you to come and live with me." 

Now that caught me completely by surprise. "Are you serious?" was all I 
managed to say. "I'm perfectly serious." 

She spewed out blue-gray smoke. "I can tell you now it won't be a permanent 
arrangement. These things usually aren't. But it'll last as long as we want 
it to last." 

I shook my head slowly. "You won't like the hours I keep." 

"I'm very fond of you, Penny." 

She reached out to touch my knee. "I'm not asking you to give up men. Not 
entirely. I know it wouldn't be fair to you. I'll be honest with you. I 
never yet lived with a girl who went with men. I couldn't stand it. When I 
know you're with some man it'll kill me. Yes, I know it will. But I'll 
concede that to you. You're probably used to men and it would be too much of 
a hardship for you to give them up entirely." 

That last sentence threw me. I looked at her keenly to see if she was 
kidding me. I decided she wasn't kidding. 

"Let me think about it." 

There was a long ash on the end of my cigarette. I tossed it out the half 
open window. 

Her face was very composed. 

"I've been thinking about this for the last two days. I wasn't a spur of the 
moment thing. I think we can be good for each other." 

Maybe she was right. But I wanted to think about it. 

We went up and I saw Mary in the waiting room. She winked at me. Ten minutes 
later we were both given a job. At Jimmy's studio. 

"How did you manage it?" I asked her as she drove to Jimmy's place. 

She had on Capri pants and a tight blouse which showed off her fine breasts. 

"I spent the night with Jimmy," she told me. "I sold him the idea of another 
session but this time no simulated sex. Know what I mean?" 

"Yeah, the real thing." 

She looked at me coyly. 

"You don't mind?" 

"The pleasure is all mine." 

Jimmy welcomed us. After he kissed Mary he kissed me too. I suppose we were 
old friends by now. 

Mary and I stripped and Jimmy got behind his camera. He gave us directions 
but soon we weren't listening to him. 

Mary had a beautiful brown body. Her thighs were nicely rounded and her bush 
concealed an oval shaped pussy with pouting lips. Her nipples were hard as 
soon as I touched them. 

She lay back as I devoured her body. I started at her tits. I caressed her 
globes. I licked at the valley between them. My mouth nibbled on her tits 
and soon I was sucking her nipples. My hand was at her crotch, feeling her 
moist cunt. My finger went inside to find the vault was well lubricated. 

I toyed with her nubbin while she moaned, her lips parted, showing the edges 
of her even white teeth. She panted and writhed as my mouth travelled down 
the length of her brown body. 

I licked the inside of her thighs and then shifted to her gaping cunt. Her 
cunt was bitter-sweet. I lapped inside, found the nubbin and pressed my 
tongue against it. My mouth was unrelenting as I sucked her cunt. 

Her whimpers delighted me. Her own actions drove me frantic. I drew in the 
flesh of her clitoris and sucked on it. My finger crept under her ass to 
find the rectum. It rammed in. She stiffened slightly as she felt the digit 
inside her ass. Then her body was a raging tornado. 

I could imagine the exquisite happiness she was experiencing as I suctioned 
at her clitoris. 

She gasped out words as I sawed in and out of her asshole with my finger and 
mouthed her cunt. 

"Oh, give it to me. Suck my pussy. Oh, I love it. Suck me harder. Suck me 
till I come." 

My tongue wiggled inside her cunt and she moaned heavily, sweetly. My finger 
shoved deep inside her anus and she groaned loudly. My mouth nibbled on her 
sweet cunt and she heaved her body and I tasted her come juices. 

I kissed her pussy a few time before I raised my head. Jimmy was staring at 
us, licking his lips. 

"Why don't you join us?" I asked him. 

"Will you do that for me?" he wanted to know, his breath coming hot and 
heavy. 

"Sure," I said. "After you've taken care of us." 

He hesitated. 

Mary sat up. There was a look of scorn on her face. 

"He isn't man enough to do the things we want." 

Jimmy flushed. "That isn't true." 

"Then come on," I said. "You have a mouth and a prick. Put them to good 
use." 

I guess my sucking off Mary had made him hot. He wanted to join in and was 
ready to do anything. He started to strip. 

Mary winked at me and I winked back. It had worked. 

I looked at his naked body as he joined us on the bed. He had a nice sized 
prick. Not too little and not too big. Just right. It was round and thick 
and the head was red. His balls hung low under his protruding manhood. He 
had a good body. 

"Suck off Mary," I told him. "It's easy. You saw me do it. Just go down on 
it." 

His head disappeared between her black rounded thighs. I saw her face 
grimace and knew his tongue was inside her pussy. I started to play with 
Mary's large tits to give her added stimulation. Her nipples were still 
hard. I helped keep them that way. 

I bent my head over her chest and sucked while Jimmy sucked on her cunt. 

Mary was moaning like crazy. Her face contorted as she felt Jimmy's tongue 
in her cunt and my bps on her nipples. We kept at it till she cried out 
sharply and she stiffened her thighs and climaxed. 

He started to climb over her, his cock ready for action. 

I stopped him. "Fuck me," I said. "I want to feel a dick inside me. You can 
fuck Mary later." 

I lay back, my thighs spread, my knees up. Mary lay on her side, watching. 
Jimmy mounted me and his cock knocked at the door of my cunt. I guided his 
instrument inside my pussy. 

His penis hurtled into me and I tingled from my ankles to the back of my 
skull. He drove his cock in and out of my warm wet cunt. I rubbed his flat 
tits as he fucked me. 

His hands went to my erect nippled tits and he squeezed them. His cock was a 
darting lizard, snaking in and out of my lubricated pussy. 

"Give it to me," I moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your wonderful prick. Oh, 
I love it. Love it. Fuck me. Screw me. I want it all. Drive deep into me. 
Fuck. Fuck." 

A sharp quivering spasm elevated up my spine. I was slightly dizzy from the 
friction of his moving cock. There was a swirling nucleus of pleasure in my 
stuffed pussy. 

Cries of hot ecstasy escaped from my lips. 

"Fuck me," I cried. "Fuck me. Give it to me good." 

I scratched at his nipples. I pinched them. 

My belly mashed against his. 

We flowed smoothly together. Two living bodies, fucking away like crazed sex 
starved animals. 

A rosy glow suffused my brain. Hot flashes roared through my skull. My body 
moved like a well oiled sex machine. My cunt throbbed from the pounding of 
his driving prick. 

I came. It was so sudden. I felt the flow of cunt juices and I shivered. 

His cock trembled inside my grotto. As if to answer my own discharge his 
prick let loose a stream of hot white lava, drenching the inside of my wet 
pussy. 

He was heavy on me but I didn't mind. 

"That was something to see," Mary said, beaming. 

Jimmy rolled off me and was on his back between Mary and me. We watched his 
prick soften and start to shrivel. Suddenly Mary bent to him and started 
licking his prick. 

"Oh, no," he groaned. "I couldn't take it so soon." 

But Mary's mouth was unrelenting on his cock. She tongued him and then 
started to suck him. But it was hopeless. He couldn't raise a hard-on. It 
was too soon. I suspected that Mary just liked the taste of male cock. 

"Let me rest," Jimmy begged. 

We let him alone. 

Mary went to fix some drinks and we sat up and made some small talk. When 
Mary and I decided that Jimmy had had time to recuperate, she went after 
him. 

"I still want your cock in me," she said. 

"Get it hard first," he demanded. 

Mary lowered her head to his groin. She held his cock at the base and 
started to lick at the glands. She knew the sensitive area and soon his 
prick started to rise. It throbbed under her ministering tongue. 

I reached for Mary's tits and played with them. She raised her head to give 
me a welcoming smile and went back to sucking Jimmy's hard prick. I tweaked 
her nipples. They felt rough under my fingers. I kissed her back and ran my 
hand down to her ass and caressed her brown buttocks. 

I found her asshole and rammed my finger in. It sawed in and out and she 
sucked harder at Jimmy's cock. 

"I'm going to come," Jimmy gasped. 

Mary quickly lifted her head. 

"Oh, no. I want you to come inside me. Control yourself." 

She lay back and my finger was free of her warm humid asshole. 

Jimmy hovered over her, slipping his body between her spread thighs. I took 
his cock in hand, pumped it a little bit, and then guided it to Mary's 
gaping wound. The cock slipped in and Mary gasped. 

I patted Jimmy's moving buttocks as he plunged his cock deep into Mary's 
pussy. I searched for his asshole and dug in my forefinger. He snorted at 
the intrusion and he moved faster, his pole going in and out of the cave. 

My finger wiggled inside his anus. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" Jimmy gasped. 

I bent my head and nibbled on the flesh of his driving ass. I took in a roll 
of flesh and bit hard. 

He cried out. He shivered. 

Mary whimpered and she stiffened like a piece of plaster. I saw Jimmy's body 
shake. They were making it at the same time. 

We relaxed after that. 

"I've wanted your cock in me for some time," Mary confided to Jimmy. "It was 
all one-sided and I was tired of that." 

"I'll be more considerate in the future," Jimmy promised. 

"Want to take any more shots?" I asked Jimmy. 

"I don't think so," he said weakly. "I'm ready to sleep for a week. You 
girls are some combo. You can make a man climb walls." 

We had a round of drinks and then Mary and I got dressed. Jimmy gave us our 
vouchers. 

"I'll see you girls again," he said as he walked with us to the door. "And 
soon." 

"Mary and I drove back to the agency. 

I had another assignment. A bus took me to a studio where I posed with a 
teddy bear. The teddy bear was covered with fur. I wasn't covered with 
anything. 

It was a two hour job. 

After that I went back to Jerry's apartment. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

PART OF THE GAME 

Karin was in. She kissed my cheek and we had some sandwiches. It was getting 
dark when Jerry showed up. 

"Hi, kids." 

"Jerry, I want to talk to you." 

He saw I was serious so he didn't try to kid me. He sat down and stretched 
his legs out. 

"Sure, Penny. What is it?" 

He fished for cigarettes and lit one. 

"Did Wade give you money for my services?" I asked him. 

"As a matter-of-fact," Jimmy said. "He did." 

"Jimmy, how could you?" 

I was furious. Was I some slut that Jerry could sell to some man whenever he 
felt like it? 

"It's part of the game," he said lightly. "I have to earn my bread any way I 
can. And you have to earn your keep." 

This brought a reaction from Karin. 

"Jerry, that's a horrible thing to say." 

"You keep out of this," Jerry said to her sharply. 

"All right, I've had it," I said. 

"Don't be stupid." He kept his voice calm. "Look, I'll give you half of what 
I got from Wade. We can do the bit again. Wade took to you. He likes you." 

"You can take the money and shove it up your ass." 

"That's a hell of a thing to say to me," he whined. "I'm your brother, 
remember?" 

"I'd rather forget it." 

"Penny, don't say that," Karin wailed. 

She came over to me and put her arm around my shoulders. 

"Why don't you two go to bed and have some fun?" Jerry said. 

He looked at me. "You'll feel differently about things in the morning, 
Penny. What you need is some love. Karin can-" 

"Go fuck yourself, you bastard." 

His face flamed red. "I don't have to put up with this." 

"You'll soon be rid of me," I shouted. 

I went into my bedroom and started to pack my things. Karin went with me. 
She was pleading with me to reconsider. 

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. 

I had everything packed. I sat on the bed and drew Karin down beside me. 

"I've done about everything the last few days," I told her. "But I never 
felt cheap about anything except knowing that Jerry peddled me to a friend 
of his." 

Karin was silent. 

"I don't want to see Jerry ever again," I said. "You can't mean that." 

I held her hand. 

"Karin, I don't want to lose your friendship. I'm not asking you to give up 
Jerry. But I do want to see you once in a while. I want you to keep being my 
friend." 

"Of course." She smiled warmly. 

"I'll be in touch with you sometime tomorrow." 

"But where are you going?" 

"I've going to live with Madelaine Trevor." 

Her jaw gaped. "You can't be serious?" 

"I certainly am serious." 

"Did-did she ask you to come live with her?" 

"Uh huh." 

"But these things never last long," she said. "It'll last as long as we want 
it to last. I'm quoting Madelaine now. Look, I can't stay here any longer, 
not the way I feel about Jerry. I despise him." 

"I guess I can't talk you out of it," she said. "There no reason why you 
should." 

I kissed her cheek and stood up. 

"I'll call you." 

I picked up my suitcase and walked into the living room. 

Jimmy was fixing himself a drink. He looked at me, at my suitcase, but 
didn't comment. 

I went down and looked for a cab. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

THE NAME OF THE GAME 

Madelaine was in black lounging pajamas. She kissed me on the lips and put 
away my suitcase. I could see her body plainly under the pajamas. The 
outline of her tits and the dark little blobs made by her nipples. Her 
rounded belly and the flowing lines of her rounded thighs. 

"Why don't you take a bath?" she suggested. "I'll wash your back." 

She took me into the bathroom, started the water running in the tub, and 
helped me undress. I climbed in and sank down into the lukewarm water as she 
took away my clothes. 

The water just reached my breasts. I started to lather a brush when she came 
back. 

"Here, I'll do that," she said, taking brush and soap from me. 

She scrubbed my back till it tingled from the bristles. She really washed 
me. Then she let out the water, let in fresh, and I just lay there and 
soaked. 

She searched for bath oils and poured it in. 

It smelled heavenly. 

She sat on the toilet seat and we talked. 

"You didn't have words with your brother, did you? He didn't mind you coming 
here to live?" 

"No, he didn't mind." 

"When you feel up to it we'll go to bed and I'll make love to you. I like 
making love to you. I love touching you. The bath oils will make your skin 
more smooth. You'll smell like a daisy." 

"Sounds like some TV commercial I saw recently." 

She laughed. It was a pleasant laugh. 

I decided that Madelaine was a pleasant person. 

I got out of the tub and she dried me and we went into the bedroom where she 
got rid of her lounging pajamas. 

She didn't want me to do anything. She wanted to do it all. So I lay back 
and let her use her hands and mouth on me. 

Her hands palmed my breasts as she kissed my throat. She gently squeezed my 
nipples and they grew rigid. Her mouth sailed over my white belly and found 
the insides of my smooth thighs. She licked her way to my gash and her 
tongue entertained me as I moaned softly. It was heavenly, her mouth on my 
cunt and her hands on my tits. I just lay there and she loved me. 

I felt the rising passion. It built slowly, slowly, rising to a high peak. 
My pussy throbbed from her moving snake-like tongue. Her fingers rolled my 
hard little nipples. 

I moved my body, pushing my midsection against her wonderful mouth. 

"Make me come," I murmured. 

It was so nice and easy. 

I flowed and the room rocked gently. 

She was so good to me. 

I knew I was going to hate myself some day. 

What had Jerry kept saying? About earning your bread any way you can. Well, 
I was going to take Madelaine for all I could. Every gift would be stashed 
away. Every penny I could get out of her would be saved till the time we 
parted. I was out for all I could get. 

I had to earn my bread any way I could. 

 CHAPTER NINETEEN 

PANDORA'S BOX 

Madelaine had been right, of course. It didn't last. 

After six months I was getting a bit restless. I stayed away from other 
women. There were a few escapades with some men but they were brief. 

I saw Karin a few times and she never mentioned my brother. She knew it 
would do no good. I didn't want to see him. I didn't even want to talk about 
him. 

Once, Karin suggested we go to the apartment when Jerry wouldn't be there, 
after I pressed her why, she admitted missing our sex hassles and wanted to 
make love to me. I told her I didn't think it would be fair to Madelaine. 

"You haven't been with anyone else?" she asked, almost in disbelief. 

"I haven't been with any women," I said pointedly. 

"She doesn't care if you go with men?" 

I didn't want to talk about it anymore and that meeting ended in a sort of 
coolness that lasted about three weeks. Then she got in touch with me and we 
had some lunch and we were rather friendly. I think Karin didn't want to 
lose me as a friend. 

It was Mary who threw the hint that Madelaine was interested in a new model 
she had recently hired. Mary was also a bit perturbed because I wouldn't 
play with her anymore and I thought she was just being catty. 

But I dug around anyway and found out she had been telling the truth. I 
didn't know if Madelaine was making passes at the girl but there we was 
every definite sign that she was interested in the girl. I knew then that 
soon it would be time for me to move on. 

Her name was Pandora. She was a robust woman of thirty-two, with flaming red 
hair. She was a professional photographer, working for one of the better 
woman's magazines. 

The magazine had been putting nudes between their covers to give it a new, 
fresh look. Of course, the nudes didn't show everything. The vital area was 
always covered. No pussy hairs for this magazine. 

Madelaine sent me over for an assignment and I met Pandora. She had the type 
of figure Rubens loved to paint. A full body with big bombs, womanish hips, 
damn good legs. She moved me this way and that way and the back of her hand 
brushed my naked breast and I had a hunch it wasn't an accident. 

After we finished the session she asked me if I'd care to join her for 
lunch. I said sure and dressed behind the screen. 

We had blue plate specials and I studied her as she studied me. Her name was 
Pandora Williams and she had a soft mellow voice and she wore a low cut 
frock which showed off the upper halves of her splendid breasts. I wondered 
if I was wrong about her. Pandora. Pandora had been the darling of the gods 
in mythology. She certainly was the type men would go for. 

"Madelaine told me you were the best nude model she has. I'll bet this was 
the first time you ever posed for a woman's magazine with your breasts 
showing?" 

I nodded my head and added that I usually posed completely nude. 

"Do you ever moonlight?" she asked. 

I paused, my coffee cup in mid-air, between the table top and my lips. "What 
do you mean?" 

"Sometimes I photograph girls for other outfits on the sly. I'm not supposed 
to because the magazine doesn't like it." 

"Oh, I see. So you can't let Madelaine know because she might let it slip to 
your boss at the mag." 

"Exactly." 

I drank my coffee. "You want me to pose for you?" 

"Yes." 

We agreed on the price and I was to be at her apartment that evening. We 
went dutch on the check and departed. 

Back at the agency, I told Madelaine I had a date with some man and I would 
be home late. 

She gave me a tolerant smile. "You can spend the night with him if it's that 
kind of date." 

"Maybe I will." 

"If-uh-if you do spend the night give me a call." 

"Sure," I said. And after I called her she could call her girl friend to 
tell her the coast was clear. Why didn't Madelaine just make a clean break? 
Maybe she wasn't so sure about the new girl and didn't want to give me up 
just to find she had taken a dud. 

I went to Madelaine's apartment, showered, shaved my legs and armpits, 
splashed on toilet water, and dressed. 

I stopped off at a French restaurant for chicken in wine sauce and then took 
a cab to Pandora's apartment. 

She had on bright orange hip huggers which showed off her soft white belly 
and her deep navel and she had on a halter which covered only the lower half 
of her bountiful breasts. She was a beautiful woman and she knew it. Her 
bronze hair came down to her shoulders in a flaming red niagara. 

"Want a drink?" she asked. 

I said, "Yes", and she made rob roys. We sat and drank and made the usual 
small talk. I had on a micro-mini and the skirt was almost at the hip line 
and her eyes seemed glued to my creamy thighs. 

We finally went to her bedroom which turned out to be her studio. She wasn't 
making any attempt at being subtle. From a chest of drawers, she removed a 
camera and a tripod and set everything up as I undressed. I moved to the 
center of the bed. I noticed an attachment at the side of the camera and 
asked about it. 

"Time exposure. You set it for thirty seconds and step in front of the 
camera and take your own picture." 

She took a few shots and then asked if I would mind laying back with my 
knees up and my thighs spread well apart. 

"I thought you'd never ask," I laughed and did as she wanted. I saw her 
fiddling with the range finder and knew what she was up to. She was going to 
get a good close-up of my pussy. 

I put my fingers on the outer lips and spread them apart and she saw what I 
was doing and I could see sweat beads on her forehead. She took the shot and 
then sat down on the bed. 

My fingers came away from my pussy. What was she waiting for? Maybe she 
wasn't sure about me. That was the only answer I could think of. 

"You have a beautiful body," she said, her eyes slowly going over every inch 
of me. 

"So have you." 

"Would you mind ... if I touched you?" 

I didn't answer her. I just closed my eyes. I waited and then her hands were 
on my mounds. Her hands were soft and gentle. They probed my breasts, 
fingered my nipples till the crowns became good and stiff. I started to moan 
because it felt so good. 

Her hands went away and I opened my eyes and saw she was taking off her 
clothes. I closed my eyes again. My thighs were still spread far apart 
giving her access to my open pussy. 

Soon she was back at my tits. Her hands molded the globes and her thumbs 
rubbed against the erect tips. I felt her warm breath on my left tit and 
then her mouth closed over the nipples. 

I moaned gently as she sucked on the crispy flesh. I felt her teeth around 
the point and they sank. The hurt as small and pleasurable. 

I felt her hand going down my belly, over the crisp foliage, searching for 
my cunt lips. Her fingers went deep inside and I shuddered as waves of 
ecstasy swept me up. She explored the grotto with the expert's knowledge. 
Her fingers explored the surface of my pussy till she found the erect 
clitoris and played with it. 

I loved the way she teased and toyed with my nubbin. It felt heavenly. I 
rotated my hips, rubbing my ass against the bed. My clitoris was throbbing. 
My loins were ablaze. I knew I was about to explode. 

I opened my eyes and moaned. "Keep playing with the clitoris. I'm about to 
come. Yes. Keep your fingers there. Please. Oh, please. Yes. Like that. OH. 
OH." 

The tiny explosions were ripping my body apart. I groaned like a savage as I 
came. 

But Pandora had her own desires to take care of. Her mouth left my erect 
nipple and wandered down my belly, down to the foliage that covered my love 
mound. 

Pandora's head was now between my thighs and her tongue was laving my pussy 
with warm wet titillations. I pushed my eager cunt against her feasting 
mouth. I put my own hands on my tits and I took my nipples between fore 
fingers and thumbs and rolled them about, twisting and tweaking. I was 
extracting every ounce of stimulation. 

I flowed and I knew Pandora was tasting the nectar from my lubricated pussy. 
Her tongue was deep in the warm love groove. I felt the thick slippery 
tongue furrow even deeper into my love shaft, running around the moist 
channel and then going back to the surface to firm the nubbin of sweet meat. 

The roaming tongue in my wet warm haven sent pangs of sensual bliss shooting 
through my quivering body. Tremors made my belly quiver. My fingers were 
pinching my nipples hard, hurting the rose buds. The hot chalice between my 
thighs throbbed as I felt the plunder of her knowing tongue. 

"Oh, oh, oh," I moaned. "So good. Your tongue in my pussy. So good. Ummmmmm. 
Arghhh." 

A spasm shook me. I was coming. Coming. Coming. It was shattering. 

Pandora's tongue kept playing within my love nook, entertaining my soft 
flesh and hardened clitoris. I stayed the way I was, on my back, my thighs 
well spread, as Pandora kept using her mouth on my treasured vault of love 
flesh. 

My tits were throbbing from the sensual bliss that permeated my entire 
squirming body. I kept fingering my nipples, feeling the rasp of the crispy 
flesh against my finger tips. 

Pandora's tongue, toying within my inner chamber, was driving me insane. I 
moaned and the moan turned into a groan as if felt the lizard-like tongue 
snaking inside my hot chamber, playing havoc with the nerve ends. I was a 
mass of molten lead as I climaxed again. 

It was a lingering climax. My cunt juices were flowing. My tits throbbed and 
my nipples were hard little nubbins where my fingers pressed against them. 

I felt like I was floating on air. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY 

CHANGE OF SCENE 

She went to make drinks and I sat up, utterly relaxed and satisfied beyond 
belief. 

"How about you?" I said. "Don't you want anything?" 

She sat on the bed and gave me my drink. "I came while I was frenching you. 
I usually do when I go down on it." She drank a third of her rob roy. "But 
you can still entertain me if you want to." 

"I want to." 

"Can you spend the night?" 

"Yes. I'll have to make a call first." 

I used the bedroom extension to call Madelaine and tell her I wouldn't be 
back that night. She told me to have a good time and hung up. I replaced the 
receiver on the rest bar thoughtfully. 

Pandora ran her fingernails down my back and it gave me the shivers. I lay 
back while she felt my tits with one hand and drank her drink with the 
other. 

Pandora had breasts that looked like spiked helmets. The spikes were her red 
nipples; they were large and crisp. Her breasts were very firm without any 
droop. 

I reached up to feel them. The skin was satiny and the nipples seemed spongy 
as I rolled them between my fingers. Her lips parted and I saw the edges of 
her white teeth. She liked that, it seemed. 

I discovered later she was extra sensitive when it came to her nipples. 

She bent down so that I could stay lax and tongue her nipples without any 
effort on my part. She cupped one breast and guided it to my mouth and my 
lips closed over the crimson spike and I pushed my tongue against it while 
sucking the morsel. 

She was breathing jaggedly as I sucked her tip. 

Then she removed the breast and replaced it with the twin. I serviced this 
breast the same way by sucking gently on the nipple. 

"There's a nice way of doing it," she whispered, passion making her voice 
husky. 

She told me how. 

I closed my mouth over the nipple, pressed my tongue under the nipple and 
forcing it up against the roof of my mouth and my tongue slid back and forth 
under the spike. Really, it was too much for her. She moved her body and was 
soon straddling me, her knees on either side of my head, her pussy over my 
face. She lowered herself till my mouth was fused to her cunt. My tongue 
penetrated and she gasped. 

I furrowed deep, swished my tongue around, touching her sensitive padded 
pink walls. She groaned and she rotated her hips. I tugged in the nubbin and 
sucked gently on it. 

I tasted the juices of her hot cunt and I kept servicing her this way while 
she had several climaxes. I ran my fingernails up and down her solid white 
thighs while my mouth entertained her clitoris. I feasted on her flesh and 
she grunted savagely and her last climax was earth shattering. She screamed 
as she came and then rolled off me. 

We made some small talk and I found out a few things. She wasn't wealthy, by 
any means, but she was pretty well fixed. 

Yes, I was thinking of moving in. I didn't want to be a one-night stand with 
her. But she had to suggest it, not me. 

"Do you know I'm living with someone?" I asked her. 

"Yes, I know. Madelaine." 

"I do everything to please her but she always finds fault. I think she's 
interested in someone else. 

She idly played with my young tender breasts. 

"She's a fool if she gives you up." 

"She's not exactly keeping me," I said. Her fingers were getting my nipples 
stiff with desire. I think she had a thing about breasts and nipples. "I 
work for a living. As you know. I didn't give up my job as a model when I 
moved in with her. I guess I like living with a woman. It gives me a feeling 
of security." 

"I never thought of having a girl move in with me," she said with candor. "I 
thought she'd just get in the way. You see, I'm not what you'd call an out 
and out lesbian." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I go for men in a big way. But, sometimes, I get an urge for a girl 
especially if she's pretty like you." 

"You think a girl, if she lived with you, would be competition?" I asked. 

"No, of course not. If a man came here for some fun and took a fancy to her 
and wanted her I wouldn't object." 

"Then there's no problem." 

I knew she was thinking about it. My nipples were very hard now and I drew 
up one knee. I was hot like hell. 

She seemed to sense it. She got on top of me, the way a man would, her pussy 
against mine and she started to rub her cunt against mine while her hands 
squeezed my tits. 

I moved against her and the friction made me wild. 

We moved rapidly, our pussies rubbing and rubbing, and soon I felt a mild 
climax and she moaned and came and we kissed. 

I held her close to me and felt her hard tits against mine. She had a good 
solid figure. My hands ran down her back to her buttocks and my fingers 
pressed into the softness of her warm behind. 

"I'll want to do that again," she whispered in my ear. 

"If Madelaine finds out I'll be out on my ass." 

"Fuck her." 

"I need a prick to do that," I said and she laughed. 

She laved her tongue against the side of my neck. She was a hot bitch, all 
right. She knew all the sensitive areas and soon I was hot again. 

She sucked my nipples and I pushed her head down and she was blowing me. She 
nibbled on my clitoris and I held her head between my thighs, my hands over 
her ears, and I kept her mouth in place against my pussy till I came twice. 

She put out the lights and we went to sleep. 

It was about three in the morning, according to the luminous dial or my 
wrist watch, when she woke me in a very novel way. 

I felt a wetness on my loins and woke slowly and realized she was licking my 
groin, my inner thighs and when I woke alert to what she was doing, her 
mouth went directly to my pussy and she frenched me till I climaxed. 

I blew her afterwards and then we went back to sleep. 

In the morning I woke up to the smell of flapjacks and hot coffee. I found 
her in the kitchen, making breakfast. We sat naked and ate from the formica 
topped breakfast table. 

"Shall I drive you to work?" she offered. 

"I'll appreciate it." 

We showered and dressed and in the car she asked me when she could see me. 

I don't know," I said, lighting a cigarette. 

"Do you like men?" she asked. 

"I don't exactly hate men." 

"I know someone who's crazy about circuses. Know what I mean?" 

"I'll let you know." 

"Afraid of Madelaine?" 

"Yes," I said. 

"I was thinking about-well, maybe it would be a good idea to have someone 
move in. Would you leave Madelaine?" 

Like a shot, I thought to myself. Instead, I said: "I'd have to talk to her. 
I don't think she'd object. She'd probably welcome the idea. She doesn't 
really want me." I made my voice pathetic. I wondered how I'd do as an 
actress. 

"Okay. Talk to her. Get it over with." 

I flipped my cigarette out the half open window. "It's definite then? It 
would be hell if you changed your mind after I make my break with 
Madelaine." 

"I won't change my mind." One hand left the wheel and she gave my thigh a 
squeeze. It was a good thing we were in traffic or she would have gone for 
my tit. 

She left me standing on the sidewalk, outside the agency and drove away. I 
went up. 

Madelaine was in a damn good mood. She handed me a square piece of paper 
with an address on it. My assignment. 

"Have a good time with your boy friend?" she asked, sitting behind her desk. 

"It wasn't a boy friend. Madelaine, I have to talk to you." I wasn't going 
to mention her new girl friend. I was going to shoulder all the blame. I 
didn't want to get her riled up and lose my job with the agency. 

"What is it, dear? What's troubling you?" 

"I was with a woman last night," I confessed. "Oh, I see." 

"I know I was wrong-" 

She didn't let me finish. "How do you feel about her?" 

"Wild." 

"You-you want to live with her?" 

The bitch was so cool, so calculating, so composed. I played along. 

"I know I owe you a great deal." 

"Don't be silly. I understand." 

I'll bet you do. I sighed weakly. "I don't want to hurt you, Madelaine. 
I'll-I'll break off with her if that's what you want." 

"No. Don't do that. I mean, if she means that much to you." 

"Then you won't be angry if I go and live with her?" 

"Of course not. I understand perfectly. And this won't jeopardize your 
position here." 

"I'm grateful." 

"You're embarrassing me." 

It was quite an effort to keep from getting down and kissing her toes. But 
that would have been too much and she may have sensed that I was stringing 
her along. It was getting ridiculous so I got the hell out of there before 
it went any further. 

I finished my assignment and called Pandora and we met for lunch. She was 
pleased with the news. She told me I could move in any time and gave me an 
extra key she had in her purse. 

I went to the agency but there was no assignment. I took a cab to the 
apartment, packed my things, and headed for Pandora's place. 

I was in Nile Green lounging pajamas when Pandora got home from work. 

"Are you all settled?" she asked, kissing me on the cheek. 

"Yes." 

We had cocktails and she and I made dinner. Then we relaxed in the living 
room, sipping brandy. 

"Was there a scene?" she asked. 

"Nope. Madelaine took it quite well." 

"I'm glad there was no scene. I know Madelaine. We've met at a few Village 
parties. I'm glad there was no animosity." We changed the subject of 
Madelaine and talked about the latest fashions. Pandora knew a lot about 
clothes. She also photographed fashion models for the magazine. 

"You're going to love Donald," she told me. 

"I guess I'll have to." 

"He's cute. And he does things." 

"Now that I like." 

She went to change and when Donald showed up she was in a Japanese type of 
kimono which ended just below her hips, revealing her entire line of white 
thigh. She looked gorgeous and I watched her tits bob gently under the 
jacket and I knew she was stark naked under it. She sat down and crossed her 
legs and I could see her hairy love mound. 

I opened the door for Donald and he was indeed handsome. Red hair with tiny 
freckles across the bridge of his nose. He was close to thirty and boyishly 
handsome. I made him a drink while he stooped to kiss Pandora on the lips. 

He took his drink and sat down in an overstuffed armchair. He stretched his 
legs out and sent glancing looks my way, looks filled with admiration. 

"She is cute," he said. 

"You're the one who's cute," I said. 

"Show Donald how cute you are," Pandora suggested. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"Don't be modest," Pandora smiled. 

I shrugged and unbuttoned my pajama jacket and spread it wide, showing him 
my breasts. He looked at my tits with hot eager eyes. I saw the front of his 
pants start to bulge and knew he was getting a hard-on. 

I took off the jacket, let if fall to the carpet, and slowly, teasingly, 
tugged down my pajamas pants. It lay in a heap around my ankles. I stepped 
out of them, walked away from him, swaying my hips in an exaggerated way, 
knowing my ass as jiggling. I suddenly turned, faced him, spread my legs. I 
framed my cunt with my fingers. 

"Know what this is?" I asked him, enjoying the sweat on his forehead. 

"It's a cunt," he said. 

"Yeah. And it loves to be sucked." 

Pandora was leaning forward as if fascinated at the sight of my naked pussy. 
I looked at her and then at Donald. 

"Who wants to suck it first?" 

"I want first crack at it," Donald said. 

"Sure," I said. "First crack at the crack." 

He got up and removed his clothes. He had a good athletic body. Thick in the 
chest, narrow in the waist, good muscular legs. He came up to me and I 
leaned against him and felt his hands on my back and then on my ass. 

His prick was good and hard and pressing against me. We kissed and he picked 
me up and carried me into the bedroom. 

Pandora followed and was taking off her kimono as he climbed in and I pulled 
him down on me and we kissed hard, our tongues meeting and fencing. I felt 
for his nipples and toyed with one. He licked at the side of my neck and 
Pandora sat on the bed and watched. Donald found my tits with his mouth and 
firmed my nipples with his slippery tongue. He handled my bush, shot his 
fingers into my love shaft and I flowed cunt juices as he sawed at my cunt 
with his fingers. I creamed and he got on top of me, his cock ready to 
screw. 

"I want my pussy sucked," I said. 

"Later." 

"No, now." 

He frowned and looked at Pandora. 

"Do her a favor. For me." Pandora reached to play with his prick. "She loves 
to be sucked off. You won't regret it. She'll do anything you want." Pandora 
looked at me, her hand pumping his cock. "Won't you, Penny?" 

"Sure. Anything." 

Her hand came away from his throbbing prick and he sucked at my nipples for 
a spell and then his mouth blazed a wet trail down my belly, over the belly 
button, onto my inner thighs. He licked around my cunt, ran his tongue 
through the hairs, and found my open pussy. His tongue went in deep and I 
moaned. 

Pandora put her hands on my tits and that helped tremendously. I squirmed 
and rubbed my cunt against his face and he licked and laved, kissed and 
nibbled, chewed and sucked. He hurt me a few times but I didn't care. He was 
good at it and I creamed a few times before I allowed him to take his mouth 
away from my pussy. 

He lay back. "Now do me," he said. 

As I licked at his nipples Pandora played with my behind. Her fore finger 
found a temporary home in my asshole which made me very hot and I licked and 
bit his nipples while he played with my tits. 

I licked all the way down to his upstanding prick and cupped his hairy balls 
and my mouth took in the length of his solid prick and my teeth bit around 
the pole and he groaned. My head bobbed and the prong went in and out of my 
warm wet sucking mouth. 

I rotated my hips as Pandora's finger sawed in and out of my anus. I 
squeezed Donald's balls as I sucked harder at his tool. I bit and chewed, 
nibbled on the surface of his cock, licked at the glans. He groaned heavily 
and his sperm shot into my mouth. I swallowed his wet hot offering. 

It was Pandora's turn next to take a licking. I handled her breasts while 
Donald licked her pussy. 

A grimace of passion made her face taut as she felt his mouth against her 
wet cunt. I pinched her hard red nipples and bent my head to bite them as 
Donald chewed on her pussy. 

After he had made her come he crawled over her and I guided his prick to the 
entrance of her wet pussy. As he lunged into her I ran my fingers down his 
back, onto his buttocks, kneading his flesh. My finger ran down the ravine 
between his buttocks, found his puckered asshole and jammed in. 

He groaned as I invaded his back porch and he pounded away, driving his cock 
in and out of Pandora's cunt. 

He spilled his lust with a sob and fell on top of her. I slowly withdrew my 
finger from his rectum. 

Later, he dressed and Pandora walked with him to the door. I stood in the 
doorway and watched him give her something. He went out and she closed the 
door and turned and found me walking into the room. 

"How much did he give you?" I asked. 

"Fifty." She showed it to me. "Half is yours. I hope you don't mind?" 

"No, I don't mind," I lied. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 

THE SKIN GAME 

I knew that I wouldn't be living with Pandora for too long a time. She was a 
bitch through and through, I was to discover as time went on. 

She was completely materialistic and her only love was for herself. 

But she wasn't the only one who was out for herself. I had learned a great 
deal since my arrival in New York City. My brother, Jerry, Karin, Madelaine, 
Nappy and the other photographers, and now Pandora had been very good 
educators in teaching me what life in the city was all about.. 

When I had tried the door to Jerry's apartment that fateful day several 
months previously, I had not been entirely innocent nor naive. But I did 
have a certain amount of respect for other people's rights and thoughts and 
a fair amount of respect for my own body. 

But things had changed. They had to. Now, all I was concerned about 
following the pattern laid out by Jerry and the rest-was my own existence. 

Other people meant nothing to me. They were nothing more than tools to wield 
in the manufacture of my life, such that it was. 

If they could please me physically, great. If they could provide me with 
either food, shelter, clothing or gifts or all of these, or the money with 
which to purchase them, even better. If they couldn't give me any of that, 
they were of no use to me, and I let them know it. 

I was not yet twenty and yet I had already learned and rehearsed the rules 
of the Skin Game.... 

It's a good game if you're hard enough. There's one basic principle-skin 
them alive! 

My thoughts were shattered by the sound of Pandora's voice whispering in my 
ear. 

"Did you sleep well, honey?" 

"Yeah," I muttered. "And you?" I added as an afterthought. 

"Beautifully." 

I guess she expected me to now take my turn at prolonging the conversation, 
but I really wasn't in the mood. 

Other than our way of life, I really didn't have too much in common with 
Pandora. Physically we grooved together, but that was just about it. There 
was nothing on which we could communicate on a mental level. 

So I said nothing and waited for her to make the next move. 

I could sense that she was slightly flustered. Even though she hadn't known 
me that long, her impression of me must have been that I was a sweet, docile 
young chick. I guess she didn't realize that sweet, docile young chicks have 
their bad moods too. 

She made a few more attempts at starting conversations on the usual 
banalities, but as my response wasn't the most encouraging, she soon gave 
that up. 

Her next effort to reach me was physical. I guess she had more smarts than I 
had credited her with. The only way she could ever reach me was physical. 

Initially, I wasn't really in the mood for that either. Her first gentle 
touch on my shoulder provoked nothing but disgust on my part, but I decided 
to lay there passively and see if she could shake me out of it. 

I had been lying with my back to her up till now. With her hand on my 
shoulder, she tried to gently push me down so that I would be lying on my 
back, but I resisted her. 

So she decided to make do with what was available for her to work with. 

Lying on her side, too, facing my back, she began to run one of her hands 
lightly all over my back. 

She concentrated at first on the upper part of my back, on my shoulder 
blades and on my neck. 

I must admit, she had a fantastic touch. It felt as if a feather was being 
blown by a breeze across my back so that it was not quite brushing against 
my skin, but more against the fine hairs. 

I began to shudder slightly and soft sighs were escaping from my lips. 

She now moved her hand further down to the small of my back and the upper 
part of my buttocks, and I felt her lips taking the place of the hand that 
had left the upper part of my back. 

Her hand was tracing lines over my kidney area and down to the start of the 
crack between my ass cheeks. At the same time she was alternating light 
kisses with long licks up and down my spine and across my shoulder blades. 

The combined effect was devastating! 

Then I felt the mattress give slightly as she shifted her position. 

She pushed me forcibly onto my stomach. She was now kneeling, straddling me 
at the thighs. She brought one hand down to my legs and began caressing the 
insides of my thighs. The other hand had slipped around and was cupping one 
of my breasts. 

She had caught the nipple between two fingers and was tweaking it kind of 
hard. It was slightly painful, but most exciting! 

Her head was bent forward and she was licking at the crack of my ass. 

Both of us were getting really hot now. The hand on my breast was going mad, 
squeezing and pushing and pulling and pinching and tweaking. Pandora's other 
hand had crept up my thigh and three of her fingers were up my cunt, probing 
and pumping in and out. And her tongue was being pushed in and out of my 
asshole in rhythm with her finger movements. 

I was squirming and writhing and letting out deep moans of ecstasy. 

I couldn't stand it any longer! 

I arched my back, throwing her off balance, as was my intention. In this 
moment of confusion I rolled over onto my back and at the same time turned 
my body around so that I, too, could have access to a cunt ... in this case, 
Pandora's delectable one. 

We were in the position for a thrilling and body-wracking sixty-nine. 

Pandora, stupid as she was, got the message in no time. Within seconds the 
two of us were lapping away at each other's cunt. 

I had my hands over Pandora's voluptuous breasts, while she had one of my 
ass cheeks in each of her hands and was kneading them like dough. 

Although both of us were so hot that we were oblivious to everything else 
but the joys of sex, we both wanted to prolong the ecstasies that both of us 
were experiencing. 

It was as if a silent agreement had been made between Pandora and me that we 
would each hold back as long as possible from coming. 

There was no doubt about it ... Pandora was a fantastic lay. I was having 
the time of my life exploring the realms of her wondrous cunt. And her 
breasts were so huge that I couldn't get my fill of them. 

In addition to the pleasures I was experiencing in thrilling her, I was 
getting even more thrills of my own under Pandora's expert technique. 

She was driving me completely crazy. She would alternate between running her 
tongue lightly over the whole length of my crack, gnawing at my clitoris, 
rolling her tongue around the entrance to my love-hole and pushing that 
thick, warm weapon deep into my pussy until I could swear it was a cock. 

Her hands weren't idle either. While at first she was merely kneading my 
asscheeks as if they were lumps of clay and she the potter, she was now 
sticking her index finger deep into my asshole. 

I was letting out short little gasps and grunts and then I started murmuring 
obscenities. 

"Oh shit! Oh fuck you! You're so damn fucking cunt-licking good!" 

Her only reply was to thrill me more. 

"Do me! Suck it, lick it, kiss it, oomph!" 

An extra hard thrust of her finger up my ass was her reply this time. 

"I can't stand it! I can't stand it! You're fantastic! Oh God! How I love 
that tongue of yours!" 

I couldn't suck her off any more. I was too busy thrashing my head about and 
now I began panting like a dog in heat. 

I must have subconsciously felt a little guilty about removing my mouth from 
her cunt just as she was about to reach her climax, because I removed my 
hands from her breasts and brought them up between her outstretched legs and 
attacked her box from both sides. 

I had about six or eight fingers in her. I was too excited myself to do 
anything rhythmic or refined. It was more like a sort of squishing around 
inside of her. 

But it seemed to do the trick, for suddenly I felt her body stiffen and a 
chill seemed to pass through her from top to toe. Next thing, my hands were 
completely drenched in her warm, soft love-juice. 

Now it was my turn. I was panting like a pregnant woman in labor, grunting 
like a sow, sighing like a pair of bellows fanning a fire and in between all 
those, murmuring the same old obscenities. 

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna-AAAGH!!" 

My whole body shook with the force of the stupendous orgasm. 

We lay there on the bed completely stunned, completely dazed, completely 
paralyzed. Neither of us could move a muscle. 

We didn't say a word to each other. I don't know what she was thinking 
about, if anything. I know my mind was a complete blank. 

After a while, I got up to take a shower. The sharp needles of hot water on 
my back did wonders in invigorating me. 

I was just beginning to soap myself up when Pandora walked into the 
bathroom. 

"Can I help?" 

I didn't answer her. I merely handed her the bar of soap. 

She began to run the bar of soap all over my body, with special attention 
paid to my pubic area. With the other hand, she built up a rich, white 
lather. 

"By the way," Pandora said as she was rubbing the lather up, "I have an old 
friend and client coming to see me tonight." 

"Oh yeah? What's he like?" 

"Fantastic! A real hot lover. You'll dig him a lot." 

"Oh? Am I going to be in on this?" 

"Sure thing. You know that!" 

"Well, I hope he's as good as you say." 

"Better!" 

"Where's he from? What does he do? What's his name? Give me all the dope." 

"Wow! You're really interested!" 

"Yeah, I am." 

"Well he's from out of town. Where exactly, I'm not sure. He often comes 
into New York on business, and whenever he does, he contacts me." 

"What's his name." 

"I'm not sure." 

"What do you mean, you're not sure?" 

"Well, he calls himself Bert Smith, and a name like that just has to be 
phony." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right." 

* * * 

We were well rested and spruced up from the previous evening's and this 
morning's hectic activities. 

Pandora was dressed completely in black. Everything was silk with the 
exception of her shoes, which were leather. 

She had explained to me that 'Bert Smith' was a regular pervert. He dug 
everything, any way. But most of all, he was a complete and utter masochist. 
And Pandora certainly looked as if she was going to give him plenty to be 
masochistic about! 

I, in turn, was wearing my most provocative outfit ... a see-thru, dark 
brown mini-dress, which was bad enough in itself. But what made the dress 
all the more sexy was the fact that both the front and back were cut in deep 
V's to three inches below waist level. The sides too were V-line, but only 
to the waist. In short, this dress left absolutely nothing to the 
imagination. And, of course, I wore not a stitch of clothing underneath it. 

At 8:15 the doorbell rang. 

"You go and answer it," Pandora urged me. "He's not expecting a third 
party." 

"Sure thing," I laughed. "I can't wait to see what this 
masochist-of-the-year is like." 

I walked slowly to the front door and pulled it open. I had a wide grin on 
my face. 

"Hiya, Bert baby can't wait to suck you off!" 

My mouth dropped open. 

Bert Smith was completely speechless. 

For 'Bert Smith' was my supposedly puritanical father in law. 


THE END
