The Unwilling Model
by Julie Ryan


INTRODUCTION 

For centuries, cities have been magnets to the populace of the countryside. 
Merchants, craftsmen and artists gathered in urban areas, making them 
centers of trade, manufacturing and culture. 

But there has been a darker side to the urban experience since the days of 
Sodom and Gomorrah. Men and women have flocked to notorious cities in search 
of more than wealth and personal fulfillment; they've sought satisfaction 
for all manner of sexual cravings. This phenomenon flourishes today as never 
before. 

In the following manuscript we shall examine one such city: New York, and 
two young persons drawn to its world of fashion, style and carnal delights. 

The young man in our study has been recently discharged from military 
service. The sudden change from an orderly, disciplined life disorients him 
and in desperation he turns to the one thing in his life that spells 
constancy; his remarkably large penis and his uncanny ability to seduce 
women. 

Our female subject presents a different case. She had grown up in a small 
town, far from the sophistication and style of city life. But she has been 
exposed to the .media: movies, television and fashion magazines. 

She had blossomed into a beautiful woman, but she has had unhappy 
psychosexual, social and family experiences. She develops an incredible 
drive to run to New York and become a top fashion model. And she is 
motivated by another drive as well; her genitals. 

What follows is a story of a penis, a vagina, and the big city. And it is a 
story of copulation, autoeroticism, incest, lesbianism, anal penetration, 
fellatio, cunnilingus, and sexual manipulation. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Buckle up there, cowboy." 

Rick looked up to see the stewardess standing next to his seat. He said 
nothing. All he could do was sit and stare at the woman. She was some piece 
of ass and all he could think about was how he'd just love to rip off that 
uniform of hers. Right here in the jet. 

"We're going to be landing in just a few minutes," she said. "The captain 
has switched on the 'Fasten Seatbelts' sign." 

Rick still didn't say anything. And he was hearing nothing from her words 
that interested him at all. 

"Please sir," she implored. 

Rick silently cursed. He hated to be told what to do, especially when some 
bitch was giving him orders. He'd love to give this woman some orders right 
now! He knew exactly what he'd tell her to do! He had something for her, all 
right. A nice hard rod up her asshole might just teach her to try giving him 
orders again! It just might kill her. Rick knew that damn few men in this 
world had a dick the size of his. Nine inches of steel! 

Ready for action on a moment's notice. It was ready right now! 

The stewardess had a frustrated look on her face now, as if she weren't 
going to take much more of this from Rick before she called the co-pilot 
back to talk to him. Rick had gone through this so many times before in the 
Marine Corps and it always seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. He 
found himself buckling up his seatbelt. He wasn't happy about it, but he did 
it. The bitch smiled and walked down the aisle. 

Rick thought the pain was going to kill him. His penis was fully erect and 
here he was, trying to strap himself in for the landing. For once in his 
life he wished the huge hardon would subside just a little. He wanted to be 
in good shape for his first night in New York City. He wanted to ball one of 
those fantastic New York women he'd heard so much about. He wanted them all 
to know that there were nine inches of prime Texas meat coming in to take up 
residence in the big city! 

Rick took his mind off the stewardesses for just one moment. The jet was 
flying over the city of New York now, and the sight really thrilled him. It 
was a remarkably clear day. Rick was sort of surprised by that. He'd heard 
that the cities here in the East were so dreary and polluted. But from up 
here in the sky, New York looked like a box full of gleaming jewels. The 
silver skyscrapers shone so brightly in the afternoon sun. Rick recognized 
the Empire State Building. He'd seen that in the movie King Kong. And down 
there as well were the twin towers of the World Trade Center and the huge 
Statue of Liberty. Rick had seen lots of pictures of them. But now, finally, 
he was seeing it all for himself. 

And those New York women! He'd seen pictures of them too! And he'd heard 
lots of stories from his buddies in the Marines. Maybe, Rick thought, he'd 
be writing a few stories of his own. He couldn't take his eyes off the 
panorama unfolding beneath him: skyscrapers, apartment houses, stores and 
more! There were thousands, millions of pussies down in that city! And they 
must be dripping, Rick thought to himself. The ladies of this city must be 
ready for some really good cock! And he was arriving to meet the demand. He 
certainly had the supply! Rick ran his hand down to his crotch. He was still 
steel-hard. Naturally. He'd just have to bear the pain of having that seat 
belt strapped across his cock and balls. He had become used to it by now. Of 
course, having such sexy stewardesses aboard didn't exactly make for a 
painless flight. This airline really knew how to pick chicks who could get a 
man excited. But Rick should have known that any airline based in Texas 
would have more than an ample supply of prime pussy to pick from. 

The girls of his home state of Texas were something else, Rick knew. How 
many Miss Americas had the Lone Star State produced? How many movie stars? 
Famous sex symbols? Rick couldn't get over it. All he was seeing on 
television these days were a bunch of sexy cheerleaders - from Texas! How he 
got hard whenever he watched those pieces of ass shake their tails on the 
tube! How he wanted to have them all line up in front of him and just wait 
for him to stick them all! He knew he could do it! He had the greatest 
capacity for sex of any man he'd ever heard of. Even the other Marines in 
his outfit admitted that.. They'd once gone so far as to give him a 
certificate of cocksmanship after that night in the whorehouses of Okinawa. 
Rick recalled that episode with supreme satisfaction. After his third 
Japanese hooker, the other guys had offered to pay for any more he could 
ball. And the fools had wound up paying for four more! 

The stewardess walked past Rick once more, and his eyes of course became 
distracted from the New York skyline. His cock also twitched. He hoped to 
hell that they would land soon. He would get a rupture if he had to stay 
strapped in like this for very much longer. 

Rick kept his eyes on the sky chick. Yes, she was a real piece of Texas ass, 
all right. He'd gone back to the lavatory five times during the flight to 
jack off over her and the other stewardesses on board. He'd joked and 
flirted with them all. He'd given them little pats on their asses. He'd 
stopped just short of suggesting that they could step back into the lavatory 
with him and oblige them all with a standup ball. 

That bothered Rick. Why the hell hadn't he just pulled one of them back into 
the can and shoved up her skirt and shoved himself right in there between 
her legs? What was happening to him? Was he getting timid in his old age or 
something? Two weeks out of the Marine Corps and he was falling apart 
already! That would have to change. He gave the stewardess another really 
thorough checkout. His eyes started at her sexy black patent leather pumps 
and followed her stockinged legs all the way up to the hem of her short 
skirt. His mind's eye took over there. The bitches' legs were really 
shapely, and long, and tanned and he knew he would love to have her flat on 
her back with those luscious legs wrapped tightly around him! Rick knew 
she'd be holding on for dear life, trying desperately not to be splayed 
apart by his driving rod of iron. He'd fuck so far up into her she'd be 
scared as hell his cock would wind up in the back of her throat. So many 
times women had screamed at him that that was exactly what they felt. He'd 
love to give such a treat to this bitch! 

It would serve her right for coming up to him and calling him "cowboy". 

And her twat! Rick had seen so many in his life, and he knew that hers would 
be a thick, lush black bush. 

One of his favorite kinds! Rick smiled. Did he have a favorite? Of course 
not! He loved them all. Black. 

Blonde. Red. Shaved. He lived for them all. And there were more than he ever 
dreamed of in that city below him right now, just waiting for some real 
cock. 

Rick tensed. The plane was coming in on final approach. He always got a 
little nervous in an airplane. It was a habit that had crept up on him in 
the Marines, after he had seen a transport aircraft go down in flames with 
one of his boyhood friends aboard. Poor bastard. He'd grown up with Willy. 
They'd jerked off together as kids. They'd even got their first piece of ass 
together. Some chick by the name of Evelyn or something. Rick could never 
remember the girl's name. He always remembered that the incident had taken 
place in the alley behind Johnson's Drug store. Willy had done most of the 
work. After all, he'd talked the bitch into coming back there in the first 
place. Rick knew he was never very good with words. It was his custom to 
just take what he wanted without asking. Where women were concerned, he'd 
done exactly that most of the time. And not too many girls had protested. 
Once they saw the size of his erect cock they were usually only to happy to 
take it inside their cunts. That was for sure. Rick couldn't get over it. He 
must have balled hundreds of chicks by now and he'd only been thrown in the 
slammer twice for rape. And both times he'd been released for lack of 
evidence. Usually women were mortified at the very thought of appearing in 
court to give testimony. Being a horny cocksman in this society wasn't so 
bad. Not bad at all! 

The buildings of New York were coming up to meet him now. Rick clenched the 
seat. If only Willy were here with him, the two of them would make this town 
stand up and take notice. There wouldn't be a virgin left in the whole city 
of New York. And the non-virgins would be worn out and ready for the junk 
heap. He and Willy would see to that, all right! 

They were on the ground now. The plane was rolling over the taxi-way up to 
the terminal. Rick unbuckled the damn seat belt and felt like a new man. At 
last he could breathe! At last his cock was free! And it was going to be 
unrestrained now for a long, long time! He could hardly wait. Who was going 
to be the first lucky chick? 

Passengers filed slowly down the aisle to the door. Rick waited. He didn't 
want to hurry. He still had his eyes on that one stewardess. He had a score 
to settle with her. Now he was checking out her tits. Pretty good! 

Nice and full. He shouldn't be surprised. They were a real match to her 
fantastic legs. Yes, Rick thought, she would be a really good candidate for 
what he had in mind. Maybe she even had an apartment here in New York. That 
would be kind of important. He'd spent nearly all of his money on the plane 
ticket. He simply had to find some sort of job or income in the next day or 
so. 

He waited until almost every other passenger had disembarked. Then he got up 
slowly, fetched his buckskin jacket from the luggage rack, put on his 
Stetson hat, and sauntered down the aisle. One foot in front of the other. 
One cowboy boot made an impression in the aisle carpeting. Then the high 
heel of the other did the same thing. The pointed toes aimed right for the 
sleek black pumps gracing the feet of that stewardess. He was going to get 
them off, he knew. 

Just like he was going to have every bit of that bitch naked in front of him 
before the day was out! 

She was smiling at him now. Ready to give him that "Thank you and fly with 
us again" bit they always pulled when a guy got off the plane. 

Rick was planning to fly her again, all right. But he wasn't going to wait 
until he had to take his next airplane trip. 

She raised her hand to give him that little wave. Rick had to laugh. She was 
wearing a pair of those little white gloves, the kind that young girls wear 
to their ballroom dancing classes. It looked so funny to see her wearing 
gloves like that with her stewardess outfit. The uniform left almost nothing 
to the imagination. The skirt seemed to be halfway up her thighs and her 
tits stuck right out into foreign airspace. But somebody had thought of 
having her cover her precious little hands! Rick's dick leaped inside his 
trousers. He was turned on even more, if that were possible. Somehow the 
thought of balling this chick with her gloves on excited him no end. He 
couldn't believe it! Was he turning into some kind of freak? Why would he 
want to fuck her with gloves on? What was his cock trying to tell him? Was 
he some kind of pervert instead of a real, red-blooded cocksman? But the 
idea just wouldn't go away. He wanted to rip the girl's clothes off, leave 
her stockings in tattered shreds and throw everything else around the room. 
Why the hell wouldn't he make her take her gloves off? He'd seen her hands. 
He'd love to have one of the long red-painted nails worming its way right up 
his asshole. He'd love to have those fingers digging right into his back as 
she pleaded with him for cock. And more cock! 

She was smiling at him now. Right at him! Going to give him the old airline 
good-bye. Sure. She just didn't realize what was going on here yet, Rick 
thought. 

He stopped by her as she attempted to usher him out the door. His rod was 
practically bursting out of his skin-tight blue jeans. He made sure she saw 
it, too. 

"Good-bye, cowboy," she said with a smile. "Hope you enjoy your stay in New 
York." 

Rick knew she had it all wrong. It wasn't just a stay in New York that he 
was planning. All his savings had gone to pay for a one-way ticket. And what 
the hell was she trying to pull, anyway? Was this some kind of standard 
technique she had for dealing with guys who had nine-inch cocks? 

Rick started to get mad. Didn't this girl know that the only way to deal, 
with a guy who had a nine-inch cock was to have a ten-inch cunt? 

"What time you get off work, honey?" Rick asked. He tried his best to be 
charming. And he was quite practiced at it, even when something else was on 
his mind. After all, he'd used the technique so many times. 

"I'm finished for two days with this run," came the answer. 

So, Rick thought. He'd managed to get her to drop her defenses for just a 
little bit. Maybe the surprise had somehow gotten to her. 

"Well then," he said. "How would you like to show a stranger around town? 
I've heard there are some sights worth seeing." 

He had his eyes glued to her tits as he uttered the words. 

The stewardess recovered and tried to put the hardass veneer back on. She 
just pasted on that plastic airline smile once more and said something about 
his being a real cowboy. 

Rick felt the anger welling up from deep inside him. This chick was giving 
him a much harder time than he had ever expected. He had never had to go to 
so much trouble with any of the broads he'd fucked lately. 

The girls in Okinawa or the South or anywhere never seemed to be such 
ballbreakers. Just because this bitch was an airline stewardess she probably 
thought she was too good for him. Well, dammit, how many of those rich 
businessmen travelers had nine-inch cocks? They might have more money than 
he did, Rick thought, but he had something that no amount of money could 
buy. Why shouldn't he just go ahead and tell her? Say it right to her face! 
Ask her to give him some good reason why he shouldn't drill a hole into her 
with his steel rod? 

The next thing he knew Rick found himself walking right out of the plane, up 
toward the terminal building. 

How the hell had this happened? He'd never lost his nerve with a bitch 
before. What was making him give up the fight now? Where was that sky chick, 
anyway? 

Rick turned around and looked back down the jetway, the tunnel-like passage 
that led up from the aircraft door. He didn't even see the bitch now. Just a 
bunch of ground crew people swarming into the cabin. Boy, had she ever given 
him the slip. No one had ever pulled anything off on him like that before. 
That bitch might sound just like she came from back home in Texas, but she 
sure knew the ways of this big city, all right. If her cunt was as slippery 
as she was, she might be the easiest fuck in the world. And Rick knew that 
he just didn't have a long rod. It was really wide too. But he'd have to 
watch out. The chicks here in New York might be a little tougher than he 
expected. Rick rubbed his hands together. He'd handle them in the end, 
though. 

There wasn't the woman on earth that he couldn't get into bed sooner or 
later. Just let him meet up with that stewardess again! The next time she 
wouldn't get off so easily. His cock was already hard on for revenge. 

Rick collected his suitcase at the baggage claim and was distracted for a 
few minutes by the women milling around the airport concourse. His penis was 
bulging right out of those jeans. He was enjoying plenty of the pain that 
came from being restrained. Yes, he had to admit that. When some bitch 
wasn't forcing him to strap himself in, he really got off on standing around 
with a full hardon. He loved showing off his male organ in front of women. 
And they certainly gave him the eye. It never failed. Right now he knew he 
was being looked at by female passengers, stewardesses, women ticket agents, 
rent-a-car girls. Rick had to laugh. 

More than one faggot was giving him a second glance, too. Too bad, fairies, 
Rick said to himself. This gorgeous dick of mine is reserved for pussy only! 

Rick started to follow the crowd now. It seemed that most people were making 
their way toward the doors that opened on the auto pickup area. Rick hefted 
his suitcase and went along. A second later he was breathing the air of New 
York City for the first time. It certainly was different! The sky was blue 
enough, but down here on the ground a man could choke. Automobile, bus, 
taxi, aircraft exhaust fumes created an atmosphere that was absolutely foul, 
Rick thought. How strange it was not to be inhaling clean fresh air like 
back home on the plains of Texas. He hoped the stuff wouldn't make him 
impotent or something. 

Rick suddenly tensed. Where the hell was he going to go now? People were 
rushing around him every which way. Cars and buses drove in and out. 
Everybody seemed to have some destination, to be sure of himself, or 
herself. But what was he going to do? He didn't know anybody in this city. 
He didn't even have enough money to take a taxi into town. And what would he 
do once he got there? Was there a hotel cheap enough for him to check in for 
a couple of days? 

For a second all his cunt-busting ideas receded from Rick's mind. And though 
his penis remained as hard as ever inside his pants, Rick began to get a 
little scared. He had to figure out something, and fast. He had to have some 
sort of scheme for hustling his way here in New York. Come on, he told 
himself. You've done it before. You've been hustling before. You can do it 
again. Put your mind to it. 

But the fear wouldn't go away so easily. Was it turning into panic? 

"Hey, cowboy! You lost?" 

Rick turned. It was that stewardess. The bitch that had given him so much 
trouble on the plane. That cunt! 

What was she going to want to do to him now? 

Rick just stared at her. Her tits. Her legs. 

She was still wearing those little girl's gloves. She was smiling. And she 
was staring at his crotch! 

CHAPTER TWO 

The elevator took them to one of the upper floors in the apartment building. 
But Rick didn't pay all that much attention to how high he'd come. He only 
had eyes for one thing: this hot stewardess. When they stepped out into the 
darkened hallway, he couldn't wait any longer and he put a hand on her 
thigh. He grabbed at the stockinged leg as he'd never clutched at anything 
before. How delicious it was. And he hadn't even tasted her yet! Was there 
ever plenty of this chick to grab! And the nyloned flesh felt so lush to his 
touch! Rick ran his hand right up under the hem of her skirt and copped a 
feel of her ripe round buttocks. He couldn't wait to get his cock between 
those! 

She slapped him back in a playful sort of way. 

"Slow down there, cowboy," she said. "I know you can't wait to empty that 
six-shooter of yours into my pussy, but you'll have to calm down for a 
second. I don't think the neighbors would like to hear us fucking in the 
hall." 

Rick grabbed her ass a little harder still. 

The girl squealed. 

"If any of your neighbors' are good looking chicks," he sniped, "I take care 
of them as well. This is more of a machine gun than a six-shooter." 

He pointed with pride to the outcropping in his crotch. The bulge had 
reached grotesque proportions. In fact, people on the street had even stared 
as the two of them were walking along! 

The girl fumbled with her keys. 

"I bet you would take care of them, wouldn't you, cowboy?" 

Rick nodded and smiled. 

"I didn't get your name in the taxi, did I, honey?" he asked. 

"What the hell do you want to know something like that for, cowboy?" she 
answered. 

"It makes it easier," Rick said. "And a little more personal. When we fuck, 
I like to talk dirty, you see. And it's a lot more fun if I can say your 
name in there with all the dirty words." 

"Fuck yourself, cowboy," she said. 

Then she told him that her name was Lesley. She finally got the door open 
and the two of them walked into the apartment. 

"Say, this is quite a spread you got here." Rick was really impressed. This 
was one of those places like he'd seen in movies about New York. A real 
luxury pad and it must be twenty or thirty stories above the street. A guy 
could see for miles from this high up. It was a view almost as good as he'd 
had coming in on the plane. 

"So you like it, eh, cowboy?" Lesley remarked. "I'm kind of surprised you 
even noticed. I thought you had only one thing on your mind." 

Rick was irritated by the way this chick came on. He unzipped his pants and 
his monstrous erect penis unleashed itself. He grabbed it with one hand and 
brandished it at the girl who stood in front of him. He saw that her eyes 
were fixated on the thing. This always happened. If he wanted to get a 
girl's mind onto the subject of sex, all he had to do was whip out his cock. 
The bitches were always struck dumb. 

"You'll have this inside of you soon enough, bitch," he snarled. "I bet your 
cunt's been drooling for it ever since I got on your fucking plane in Dallas 
this morning." 

Lesley didn't say a word. She couldn't. Cocks like the one that was waving 
back and forth in front of her right now were as rare as anything. What a 
precious specimen. She could swear that it was bigger than her dildo. 

It certainly was twice as large as Bradley's dong. Bradley would probably go 
berserk with rage just knowing that some other guy on the planet had a dong 
as big as this cowboy's. He was a competitive guy, to say the least. 

"Cat got your tongue, eh, honey?" Rick said. "Takes a little time to get 
used to the size of this thing, doesn't it? Don't worry, honey. A cunt like 
yours probably drips enough juice to take in two or three cocks this size 
with no problem." 

Lesley wasn't all that sure. She'd seen enough cocks in her time. Even now 
she knew she'd wet her panties and her panty hose just thinking about having 
this cowboy's dick inside her. In fact, all the way home in the taxi, she'd 
kept sniffing the air for the scent of her own pussy. That's how hot she was 
for this guy! There wouldn't have to be the expense of a motel and all the 
explaining if he tried to put her through the third degree. 

The next thing she felt was Rick rushing up to kiss her. That kind of took 
her by surprise. She hadn't expected a guy like him to even be slightly 
interested in something as romantic as giving her a kiss. It was deep and 
long, too. He seemed to be so hungry that he wanted to eat her up. She could 
feel his tongue doing a number on her own tongue, on her teeth, her lips, 
her gums! And she could feel something else: that monstrous dong of his was 
pressing against her crotch. She was still dressed, but she might as well 
have been naked. It was pressing so hard against her, the penis that is. She 
couldn't recall ever being so thrilled by a single prick. Of course, there 
had been the time she'd balled her whole high school football team the night 
before their championship game. That had been another matter. Then the 
cowboy came onto her again, just dancing and pressing and doing that number 
with his tongue. The thrills shot out from between Lesley's legs now. Her 
pussy was excited and running a river! There'd be a splotch of pussy juice 
on the carpet! She just knew it! The stuff was running down both her legs 
right now! She'd bet anything this bastard knew it, too! This Texan was 
really something else! She thought she'd balled everything with a cock at 
this point in her life, but she'd never met up with the likes of him before. 
To think she'd been so attracted to this wise-ass back there in the airport 
concourse. Enough to bring him home for a roll in the sack! And he hadn't 
even put his dong inside her yet! But from the way he was putting his tongue 
inside hers, running his cock all over her crotch, and frigging with the 
rest of her: tits, ass and thighs, Lesley kind of figured this cowboy just 
might give that football team a run for its money in her balling Olympics. 

"I can sniff your pussy from up here, bitch," Rick remarked in a sadistic 
sort of way. He was confident that he had her in his power now. 

"Are you big enough to fill me up, cowboy," Lesley taunted. "I've had plenty 
of cocks in my time. And I've been around. I've even put some cocks out of 
commission, for good." 

"I just might put your cunt out of commission, cunt," Rick answered. 

He had pushed her uniform skirt all the way up to her waist now and was 
working away at the waistband of her pantyhose. He was so eager to ball that 
he didn't know if he could take the time to do anything more than open this 
chick up and stick it into her and blast his wad. Even though he'd jerked 
his way in the lavatory all the way up from Dallas, his balls were bursting 
again, hardly able to contain the load of hot sperm that the first sight of 
New York chicks and this stewardess had caused the organs to generate. 

"Watch it, cowboy, I just bought these stockings two days ago and they're 
not your cheap supermarket pantyhose." 

That did it. Rick hated to be talked at that way. He tried with all his 
might to rip that waistband. He remembered that he had a real score to 
settle with this bitch. And she was going to realize it once he got his cock 
inside her! He shouted at her now to shut up. 

Lesley hated it when men were brutal and rough with her. And she loved it! 
She couldn't wait for this cowboy stud to ram his rod up into her cunt. She 
just loved to think, to fear that each fuck with such a brutal man might 
just be her last. What was this stranger going to do to her, with her? 
Lesley squirmed as the cowboy's fingers madly clawed at the tops of her 
stocking tights. Why had she even bothered to insult him about ruining her 
new underwear? How had such a thing escaped her lips? Didn't she love to be 
flailed into submission? It was just that, somehow, this balling with the 
cowboy was turning into a real contest, a real war. She had no doubt that 
each of them was trying to set some sort of record with the other, as well 
as trying to exhibit real mastery in the art of cocksmanship, or pussyship. 

Lesley resisted. She always did. Her pussy demanded that kind of behavior 
from her. She loved to have the upper hand. She loved to make a man, or men, 
work. Her pussy was worth it, she knew. She had a remarkable capacity for 
multiple orgasms, and she just had to have a cock inside her long enough to 
give her some real enjoyment. She wanted only real dildo-cocks. None of 
these backseat short-hitters for her. 

She loved men who gave a woman real enjoyment. Not guys who just emptied 
their load into a girl and then took off. She thought jerking off with her 
dildo was lots better than that. Unless, of course, the guy had a lot of 
money. Like Bradley. 

Rick had arrived. He knew it. He was getting back at this stuck-up piece of 
ass. He knew she was unable to resist a cock the size of his. And now he was 
going to really make her pay for the way she'd talked to him back on the 
plane. To hell with her stockings! The room resonated with the rip of nylon. 

Lesley screamed. A finger had parted her pubic bush and was into her cunt in 
no time! It had never been this fast with a real cocksman. Her crotch was 
ablaze. This guy was socking it to her, all right. His finger had enough 
energy to burn out a half-dozen dildos. She could feel the surges as his 
fingers worked back and forth along the lips of her pussy and parted the 
passage of her vagina. This man would find the bud of her clit in no time! 
This bastard was a pro, damn sure! She was going to lapse into a state of 
total orgasm before the next minute was up. The sensations were taking hold 
of her now, even as the cowboy's hands did their dirty work down there 
between her legs. 

Lesley jumped! This fucker had not only found the little bud of her 
clitoris. He'd pinched the damn thing! He was going to tear it out! He was 
going to leave her nothing bur a wreck sprawled across the floor of 
Bradley's apartment. He was going to steal her clit and tack it up on his 
wall somewhere! The fucker! The bastard! 

Rick saw his chance. The sky chick already had that faraway look in her 
eyes. She'd probably be cumming for all she was worth in no time at all! And 
he hadn't even got his rod into her yet! Then she'd scream, all right. Or 
maybe she was one of those chicks who didn't give a flying fuck about a cock 
as long as her pussy was blasting out of this world. 

Pantyhose lay in shreds on the carpet. The buttons of Lesley's uniform 
popped right off her jacket and skirt as Rick pressed the attack. He knew 
damn well that he was taking her by force, that she could probably have him 
hauled off by the police on rape charges. But she wouldn't. It would all be 
so embarrassing for her. 

And what the hell, she was going to get a real kick out of the whole thing. 
She was going to love it! 

"Give me that cock of yours, cowboy!" Lesley pleaded. 

Rick smiled. He always liked to get them a little more worked up at this 
point, make them beg for his rod. 

After all, they didn't get fucked by something the size of this every day of 
the week. And he also gave them the privilege of at least two blasts of cum 
up their cunts, at least if he wasn't in a hurry, or there wasn't some other 
juicy piece of ass in the area. That's always the way it was with Rick 
Dillman. And he had to watch out for his reputation. It was undisputed down 
in Texas. Now that he'd arrived in New York City he'd have to see that it 
remained untarnished. 

Of course, Rick was so pussy-starved this evening, so bursting with cum, 
that he wasn't all that sure he'd be able to hold his load very much longer. 
And he didn't want this bitch thinking he was a short-hitter or something. 

Rick dropped his pants to the floor and took his cock once more in his right 
hand. He guided the rod between the lips of the stewardess' cunt and began 
to work the penile head back and forth along the lips. He knew they always 
liked this. It was what he called the dildo effect. Now he watched as Lesley 
just lay back, leaned on him for support and lolled her eyes like she was 
going out of her frigging mind. 

And she told him so. She began to talk dirty, to tell him that he was 
driving her up a wall, that his cock was bigger than any dildo she'd ever 
fucked herself with. 

Rick had to laugh as she squirmed out there in front of him, as he struggled 
to hold his load until he put his cock all the way into her cunt. Of course 
his cock was bigger than any dildo she'd frigged her pussy with! 

Once, just out of curiosity, he'd got a bunch of dildos and measured the 
length of his erect rod against them. 

It had only reconfirmed his confidence in his own sexual prowess. Wasn't no 
sexual device built that could outfuck old Rick Dillman! Nothing! No dildo! 
No vibrator! No electric doodad! 

Lesley was living proof of all that Rick had taught himself. She looked like 
she was going crazy, all right. He was going to fuck her insane. He was 
going to make her pay with pain! She'd never give him an order for the rest 
of her days! She'd never tell him anything but what great cock he had, how 
many orgasms he gave her, and plead with him to do it over and over. And 
over! 

Rick felt jism beginning to dribble out the end of his penis. It wouldn't be 
much longer now. The pressure in his balls was becoming too much to bear. He 
was going to shoot such a big load into this chick it would well up in the 
back of her throat and she could drool it right from her mouth. Just let one 
of her businessmen friends try to fuck her with that kind of force! 

Lesley renewed her pleading. She was so hungry. How she'd become entranced 
with this cowboy's cock the minute he'd boarded the plane this afternoon in 
Dallas. Maybe it was those skin-tight jeans of his that made the crazy organ 
so prominent. Of course, he had to have some real meat down there to pull 
off that kind of act. And the second the cowboy had whipped it out here in 
this apartment, she'd seen that he wasn't faking it. Not at all! She'd 
wanted to go for his rod right away, to take it in her hands and just feel 
the damn thing! 

To take it inside her mouth and have it explode in her throat. She'd love to 
taste this guy's cum. That's all she could think about as she'd fingered 
herself in the lavatory on the flight. All that was on her mind was having 
the cowboy's dong between her lips and swallowing that delicious cum 
shooting out of it! 

She asked him for it again. She pleaded with the cowboy to ram in into her, 
to stick those nine inches of hardness right up into her, all the way. She 
knew she could handle it. She desperately wanted to handle it. 

She needed it! She craved it! And now the bastard was putting her off, 
playing hard to get, flaunting his goodies in front of her cunt and keeping 
it from her at the same time! The bastard! 

Lesley was about to blow her skull. The orgasms were coming now, rolling in 
waves across her consciousness. She lost count of the blasts from her cunt. 
That usually happened about this time. Lesley had no need to count such 
things anymore. She was a confident woman at this point in her life. She 
knew that she didn't have to work toward breaking any sexual records 
anymore. Hell, she'd probably set quite a number of them herself. 

Lesley jumped into the air. What was that drilling between her legs now? Did 
this fucker have some kind of weapon with him? Was he a killer rapist with a 
red-hot dildo poker? She looked down. All she could see was his rod. It was 
going into her! 

Smashing its way between the lips of her cunt! Drilling and drilling! And 
the thing wouldn't stop! There was no end to it. It just kept coming from 
out between the cowboy's legs and working its way up into her cunt. 

Damn, it was long! 

"You're wounding me, you fucking bastard!" Lesley screamed. "You're killing 
me! I'll have your prick on my wall for this!" 

Rick just smiled. He always got off even more just hearing them scream at 
him like this. Damn sure he wasn't going to stop. Every once in a while a 
young tender virgin was spared the full length of his organ if he thought he 
really might kill her. But not this bitch. She was going to have every last 
inch of his weapon swimming up inside that drooling cunt of hers! He could 
see the look of pain on her face. He loved it! He loved seeing her suffer 
like this on the end of his cock. He was paying this bitch back and more, 
making her squirm in retaliation for speaking to him like that on the plane. 
This was still a man's world as far as he was concerned. It was Rick 
Dillman's world, and he was going to fuck every bitch that gave him some 
lip, and thousands more! He pressed on, poking his red-hot rod farther and 
farther up her dripping cunt. His hips and pelvis moved like an acrobat's. 
He was a sexual athlete. He was a master of the art. He knew almost nothing 
about anything else. It was all that he lived for! He even heard himself 
groaning now, exerting himself as he brought all pressure to bear against 
this luscious bitch. 

Lesley moaned, sighed and asked for still more. 

Rick thrust himself to the task. He had more to give and she was going to 
get it! This might be the last fuck she'd ever take in her life. And he was 
determined that it would be the greatest. 

"Give me more of that meat, cowboy." Lesley's voice had degenerated to a 
mere whisper now. She had little energy to expend on anything more than 
absorbing the crazy tensions, the spasms and the sensations of her own 
orgasms. 

Rick summoned his own powers to the call of his cock. He threw everything he 
had into the next thrust. One more heave and his whole cock disappeared up 
the cunt of the sky-chick. He was in! She'd be done for in no time! 

"More meat, you bastard cowboy!" she shouted. "Show me what a real 
Texas-sized fuck is all about." 

Rick got really pissed off. What the hell was this bitch trying to tell him? 
Didn't she have enough meat inside her? What more could any cunt want than 
the nine fantastic rock-hard inches of Rick Dillman's dong? He worked and he 
worked. He did a real dance even as his dong stayed right inside her. Around 
and around he went! Up and down! Back and forth! In and out! And when he 
went in, did he ever! 

Lesley screamed with the last vestiges of voice that were left to her. Rick 
felt that his eyes were going to pop right out of his head, so great was the 
mounting pressure. This chick was really swallowing him up! Dammit, she had 
a cunt so big there was no getting around it! She was eating him alive! And 
that expression on her face! She was enjoying herself, all right! She was 
loving every damn second of his rough housing. He was swimming in that thing 
of hers, that black hole in space that called itself her pussy. This bitch 
could probably swallow a football team in that tunnel. 

"That's what I like, cowboy," she breathed. "Keep it up!" 

So she was giving him orders again! Just like some sonofabitch Marine 
sergeant. Rick was not only aroused, he was out to avenge himself, to get 
back at the world for not giving him a fair shake, to smash the Marine Corps 
for bossing him around for the last four years, to destroy this sky-chick's 
cunt! Forever! 

The blast came! Sperm boiled over and shot the length of Rick's cock. He 
could hardly contain . himself. His penis was running away from him! His 
pelvis jerked and spasmed. He was out of control! There were gallons of cum 
inside his balls, fighting for room to travel up the cock and burst forth 
from the penile tip to splash against the walls of the girl's womb. This was 
going to be a long, long orgasm. He was going to spew one hell of a lot of 
cum into this pulsating cunt! 

Lesley was flailing her arms and legs. She was attached to this earth only 
by virtue of her cunt being impaled on the cowboy's cock. She was satisfied 
deep down in the depths of her consciousness, satisfied with the knowledge 
that she really knew how to pick them. Yes, she could spot a cock the minute 
it came near her. This was one hell of a piece of meat. The best she'd had 
in a long time. Too bad the guy at the end of it didn't have a kingdom to go 
with it, or maybe a Fortune 500 industrial corporation. Too bad such a 
wonderful dong was wasted on a penniless cowboy, a naive oaf from the plains 
of Texas. 

But such thoughts quickly vanished from Lesley's mind as her pussy took over 
her thought processes. Why not just relax and enjoy this little balling 
session, she asked herself? The guy would be gone in a couple of hours. And 
she'd have the memory of his dong. But why not the dong itself? That's what 
she really wanted, wasn't it? For now, she just ground her thighs down on 
his cock and let the orgasms roll on. And did they ever keep on coming! 

Rick was getting his own rocks off! No doubt about it. So what if he 
couldn't get all the revenge he wanted to inflict on this bottomless pussy. 
He was going to lay back and let nature take its course. He was coursing 
through her now, he knew. He'd spilled so much cum into her he'd probably 
reached the farthest point in her body by now. He was warming up this bitch! 
Heating her up! And he kept cumming, spewing, dribbling! It was never going 
to stop. All of him was going to drain out into her! 

Lesley emitted some kind of moan. It was barely audible. 

Rick kept up his dribbling. How long could this go on, he wondered? Was his 
penis going to shrivel? Was he going to collapse at some point? 

Their bodies convulsed. They looked at each other with stricken gazes. They 
were utterly incapable of inflicting anything else on each other. They'd 
finally got off! 

CHAPTER THREE 

Rick awakened from a dream. Or was he still dreaming? Where was he? His head 
was spinning. He looked around. The place was a mess. Bits of clothing lay 
scattered all over the floor. His Stetson. His boots. That buckskin jacket 
he'd bought in Abilene. Right! They all belonged to him. He recognized them, 
all right. High-heeled black patent pumps? A white lace brassiere? Sheer 
nylons in a pile? 

Rick struggled to focus his eyes. He felt as though he'd come back from 
being swept up in a tornado. Was he really alive? He felt all the parts of 
his body. Yes, his penis and balls were still there. Thank goodness! 

Then he saw her. She was sitting on the couch just across the room. She was 
naked. She was smoking a cigarette and she was smiling at him. 

"All fucked out, cowboy?" she asked. Then she blew a smoke-ring. 

Rick didn't like it when a woman talked to him this way after sex. He looked 
down his dong. It was limp. It was also hanging down to the floor, and he 
could see that the girl had her eyes on it. 

"Ready to get fucked again, bitch?" he snarled. Rick put a hand to his penis 
and began to pound it as hard as he could. The stewardess' tits and twat, 
legs and ass looked as good as ever and it took him no time at all to get 
up. He had no idea how long he'd been passed out, but Rick did know that 
he'd shot one hell of a load into the bitch before he'd drifted off. 

Lesley was not to be outdone by some cowboy sitting on the floor beating his 
meat. She stuck a hand down into her crotch, parted her jet black pubic 
bush, the lips of her pussy and began to search for her clit bud. 

She was quite a professional jerkoff artist and it took her no time at all 
to get those sensations flowing, to convince her of her own desperate need 
to cum. And when Lesley made up her mind she was going to have an orgasm, it 
wasn't just a single one that she was out to achieve. 

Her magic fingers began to do a real number on her clit. The juice was 
flowing. It was a river running down the insides of her thighs and messing 
the upholstery of the couch she sat on. Now whenever she lay down on the 
thing she'd be able to sniff her own pussy. How she loved that! How she 
loved to press her face into her own soiled panties and pantyhose! How she 
adored her own luscious crotch! She lived for her pussy! 

She'd die for it! 

She pulled the fingers from her cunt and stuck them into her mouth. 
Delicious! The taste of her pussy juice and the drippings of sperm that the 
cowboy had shot inside her nearly intoxicated her now. Why drink booze, she 
thought, when cum tastes so great. A cum cocktail! That's what she liked to 
have before dinner. 

Or anytime for that matter! 

"What the hell are you playing with yourself for, bitch?" Rick shouted. 

"Because I don't feel like going into the other room for my dildo," Lesley 
hissed. 

Rick was hard now, really hard. His cock stood up straight from his pubic 
bush. He could feel the sperm just heating up in his balls. He knew it would 
be at the boiling point before very long. He knew he'd be ready to shoot as 
soon as he jerked himself a little more - or did another cock dance in the 
sky chick's cunt. And he was pissed off. He just couldn't get along with 
this bitch. She kept on calling him "cowboy" and now she was playing with 
herself, as if his cock wasn't good enough for her or something. 

"I'm going to shoot such a load into you that you'll drown, bitch," he 
shouted. 

"I can take anything you got, cowboy," Lesley breathed, even as she 
continued to finger her pussy. 

Rick got up, stood for a moment waving his cock in front of the girl's face, 
and then he followed the dong's lead over to the couch. She was going to get 
it again! He was renewed, invigorated with the power of his masculine drive. 
Rick Dillman was no short-hitter. He was ready to do battle all over again! 
And his dong? It was out to its full nine inches now. Maybe more. He thought 
he just might fall over on his face, so great was the weight of the organ 
that he brandished from between his legs. 

Lesley looked up now. She loved fingering herself, all right. But the sight 
of a man's penis hard and long and coming her way was always enough to make 
her sit up and take notice, or lie down, as the case may be. 

She was running a torrent now, gushing pussy juice from that fountain 
between her legs, and she knew damn well that this liquid was lubricating 
juice. It was the stuff that was supposed to make entry of that "thing" so 
much easier. Lesley had to laugh. As if she weren't big enough! 

The rod was getting closer and closer. Lesley knew it was only a matter of 
seconds before she'd feel its tip plunging past her thirsty, sucking, 
gulping cunt lips. How she wanted this dong! She'd been giving this poor 
cowboy a hard time, she knew, and that made her want his rod all the more! 
She just couldn't wait until he sprayed the insides of her once more with 
that burning hot cum of his. It was so hot that it set her crotch on fire. 
She wished she could bottle the stuff and keep it around. A twinkle came to 
her eye. Maybe this time, she thought, she'd surprise him. She would grab 
his cock and take it into her mouth and give him a blowjob. 

Rick stopped his progress toward the gaping pussy in front of him. How 
delicious this cunt looked! And was she ever spread wide! This chick really 
knew how to handle a man. She had her legs spread apart so far he thought he 
could just walk right into her pussy. And if that last go-round were any 
indication, she was going to wrap those long, tanned legs around his back 
and catch him in a sex-death grip while she swallowed him in that 
tantalizing twat of hers. How sweet it would be! And Rick had enough liquid 
cum to put out any fire in her pussy. 

He stopped. He remembered something. 

"Put on your gloves, bitch," he ordered. 

The words took Lesley entirely by surprise. What the hell was this guy 
talking about? Her hand stilled its motion in her cunt. 

"I gave you an order," Rick said, with a hard edge to his voice. "I expect 
it to be obeyed." 

Lesley listened as he repeated what he told her the first time. She hated it 
when guys talked to her like this. 

What kind of a crazy kink did he have, anyway? But there was something else 
to take into consideration, an urgent need that had to be satisfied, that 
couldn't wait even one more minute! Her pussy was hungry, starving, craving 
a meal of this prime cock! 

Rick stood still, waving his weapon, getting himself up even more. He was 
ready to stuff it in, all right. But he wanted this bitch to do as he said, 
to follow the order he'd given. 

"I'm not going to tell you again, bitch!" he announced with venom in his 
voice. 

Lesley looked longingly at the living dildo hanging in front of her face. 
Yes, it really was bigger than the artificial penis that she diddled herself 
with every day. And yes, she had to have it! Her pussy commanded her! She 
was a slave to her genitals! No matter what she wanted to do, her clit and 
cunt always had the final say. Her head turned to the other side of the 
room. There lay her white gloves, on the table by the door. 

Keeping one hand in her crotch, she got up and went over to the table. She 
felt the cowboy's eyes drilling through her as she walked. But she dutifully 
slipped into the gloves. They were so funny, so demure, so much like the 
white gloves she used to wear to cotillions when she was a little girl back 
in Dallas. 

Lesley jumped. Arms engulfed her from behind. Big hands cupped her tits. Her 
nipples were already erect, but the touch of the cowboy made them so utterly 
hard she thought they'd burst. Now she felt herself flying through the air! 
The bastard was carrying her over to the couch, or somewhere. 

Rick loved it. He got off on throwing women around like this, carrying them 
off caveman style, letting them know who really was the boss in a Rick 
Dillman balling session. 

This chick had some tremendous body, all right. And now he had an idea. Her 
gorgeous ass was right in front of her face. Why not a little back-door 
action? Ever since he'd first felt her stockinged ass as they came in the 
door, he'd craved sticking his rod right between those beautiful ass cheeks. 

He threw her down on the couch. Lesley landed on her stomach and immediately 
tried to turn over. But Rick was too strong for her. He pinned her right to 
the couch. His eyes were fixed upon his cock's goal, those twin buns of love 
with their incredible shape. Right between them! Right up her asshole! 
That's where he was headed! 

Lesley began to struggle. She loved it in the ass, of course, but she wasn't 
finished giving this prick a hard time. If he was going to blow his wad in 
her bowels, he was really going to have to work for it! 

"Time for a little dirt-tracking, bitch," Rick announced. "Time to have your 
rosy red rectum feel some real loving." 

Rick spread the bitch out and held her down at the same time. His weapon was 
ready. This was going to be sweet revenge! With a free hand he spread those 
fantastic ass-cheeks and exposed a lovely little puckered red-brown asshole. 
He knew this bitch had taken it back here before, and no doubt lots of 
times. He could tell when they were putting up that fake struggle, all 
right. He knew these high class Dallas bitches. He wasn't even going to give 
her the benefit of a finger first. He was going to fuck her in the ass 
without the grease. 

And so he did! His iron hard rod pressed right up to her rectum and began to 
ream its way inside. Rick was going to be relentless. He was going to show 
no mercy! 

Lesley screamed. This guy was going to kill her. The bastard hadn't even the 
consideration to smear lubricating jelly on that ramrod of his. He was going 
to damage her anus forever! She'd never be able to use it again for 
anything! She'd never have another bowel movement for the rest of her life! 

Rick pressed the attack. He moved back and forth. His monstrous cock was a 
real battering ram, and he was going to batter this bitch, bathe her bowels 
in a blast of white-hot jism. He worked even harder. He was inspired! He 
loved the sight. Here she was, her face buried in the couch, and she was 
flailing her white gloved fists into a pillow! 

A groan of pain came from Lesley's lips. It had happened. The cowboy's cock, 
from sheer rampant pressure, had splayed open the mouth of her anus. He was 
driving a telephone pole up her asshole! 

Then she started to wiggle, to squirm, to dance! It was that old magic of an 
asshole fuck that she loved so much, the bizarre mixture of pleasure and 
pain that had attracted her since a rich oilman's son had first put it to 
her in the backseat of a Cadillac. The sensations filled her buttocks, and 
shot through right to her cunt. 

She was beginning to shoot off, to cum and cum! And she hadn't so much as 
touched her clit! And the cowboy wasn't frigging her pussy with his hands 
either! She was firing and firing away! She clawed at the upholstery. She 
bit into a pillow. She flailed her feet. She clenched her but- tocks 
together. She didn't want this fucker to escape. She wanted to have this 
cock up her ass for the rest of her life! 

And then it came. The blast from the tip of Rick's cock! 

Lesley thought she was going to burst! She thought she was going to drown in 
the ocean of cum that this bastard was spraying into her! It welled up in 
her asshole, far, far up toward her bowels. The fucker must be into her more 
than his hard nine inches. She thought she could feel the tip of the cock 
behind her tits. Maybe even in the back of her throat! She panted. She 
struggled for air. It was no use. Everything was cum! Cum! 

A sea of cum! She was going to be spitting cum in a second! And she'd long 
since lost track of the times she'd cum on her own! Once again, she was 
getting off together with this cowboy fucker! 

Rick was on top! He had her now, all right! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

"Well, what are you going to do now, cowboy?" Lesley asked. 

Rick took another forkful of the big steak the girl had prepared for him. He 
sipped some wine. He didn't really know whether he wanted to answer her. 
Could he bear to tell her that he wasn't sure what he was going to do? 

He looked out the window. All of New York City seemed spread out down there. 
Millions of lights, millions of people, millions of pussies just waiting for 
his cock! He'd been in the city nearly two days now and all he'd done was 
ball the living daylights out of this piece of ass. Maybe, he thought, he 
should be thinking about moving on. But to where? He'd thought about trying 
to get some work as a model or an actor. He knew he had the looks. He had no 
doubt about that whatsoever. And there must be some demand for 
Western-looking guys. He always thought about all those cigarette ads. No 
New York guy could ever look so tough. 

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Lesley asked. "Or don't you have 
anything on your mind?" 

"What of it, bitch?" Rick hissed. 

Lesley took a sip of her own wine. 

"It's no sweat off my ass, cowboy. It's just that the guy I live with is due 
back here tomorrow and well, you can't really stay here anymore." 

"Why the fuck can't I?" Rick shouted. He was mad. "I bet I got a bigger cock 
than that faggot friend of yours!" 

"Maybe so," the girl answered. "But he's got a bank account that could choke 
an elephant." 

Rick slammed his fists so hard on the table the dishes popped into the air 
and his wine glass fell over. 

"Take it easy, there." Lesley said. "It's not the end of the fucking world. 
It's just the way things are, that's all. 

It's life." 

Rick didn't say anything. He noticed something. That was the first time she 
hadn't sneered "cowboy" at him. 

Was she actually smiling at him now? And she didn't even seem mad that he'd 
done a number on her tablecloth. 

"Come on, we Texans have to stick together," she said softly. "If you're new 
in town, as I know you are, maybe I can give you the name of somebody who 
can help you out." 

What did she have on her mind, Rick wondered? "I wouldn't want to lose 
contact with such prime Texas cock," she said; "And I'm sure some of my New 
York friends might want to be introduced to such a delicacy." 

Lesley winked. 

Rick was rockhard, of course. He wanted to jump over the table and ball the 
daylights out of this chick for the umpteenth time. He sniffed the air in 
the room. Two days of experience had taught him that he could tell when this 
girl wanted to ball: she had such a strong scent that he couldn't believe 
it! 

She glanced at him from the other side of the wine glass she held in her 
hand. 

"I thought it might be nice," she said. "If we had a really wild farewell 
ball this evening. My pussy is dripping wet. It has been all through dinner. 
Can't you smell it?" 

Rick sniffed once more. Yes, he could pick up the scent now. And the taste! 
He'd finally got around to eating her out! Her pussy was the best thing he'd 
ever tasted. And he was a gourmet when it came to sucking cunt! 

"I'll even put on my gloves, if you like," she said. "I know you get off on 
them." 

Rick's cock leaped in his pants. 

"But first," she said. "I really want to know something more about you." 

Rick told her. He related to her the story of his life, starting with his 
early days as the only son of poor dirt-farming parents. He told her about 
his schooling, his service in the Marines and other things, but it was 
mostly a tale of sex that he had to tell, of all the girls he'd fucked since 
puberty, and even before. And how he'd come to think of himself almost as a 
professional cocksman. He said that he even relied on his cock to help him 
earn his way through his life. 

About halfway through his story, Rick noticed that Lesley had put her hand 
down into her crotch and had begun to masturbate wildly. She was really 
working away at her pussy and he couldn't help but pick up the beat. First 
he simply put his hand to his cock. Then he started to talk dirty in a kind 
of rhythmic way, to tell stories about his women and his genitals in a 
sing-songy tone. He kept it up. After all, he had plenty of material, a 
lifetime of material, to work with. 

And she was getting off! There was no doubt about that! She was fingering 
herself frantically! And finally she lifted fingers glistening with pussy 
juice to her mouth, sucked on them for a moment, and then motioned to him. 

Rick couldn't wait. He ripped his hand from his cock, ripped off the 
tablecloth, tipped over the table, and made his way to the hall! 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Melanie gazed out the window of her bedroom on the second floor. Outside, 
the apple orchards stretched away to infinity, it seemed. The view never, 
ever changed. And she knew it never would. That thought was depressing. 
Melanie Tucker was indeed depressed. And she was angry. She was also naked. 

She turned away from the window now, and faced the full length mirror she'd 
had her father mount on the back of the door. She'd told him she needed it 
to help her dress. That was a lie. She needed it to help her fulfill her 
attachment to the sight of her body. She spent what seemed like hours each 
day in front of the mirror, fixated on her own reflection. How she had grown 
to love her blossoming woman's body! She was tall and blonde and healthy and 
ravishing. She knew that, all right. Not too many people had told her so. 

Certainly not any of the boys on the Appleton football team, the bastards 
who tried to get into her pants all the time. But Melanie had other sources. 
She glanced over at her bookshelf. It was stacked with fashion magazines, 
the really glossy and expensive ones from places like New York and Paris. 
She spent hours looking at them, at the pictures of those beautiful and 
sophisticated women in their expensive clothes and fancy makeup. Melanie 
Tucker knew that she was better looking than most of the fashion models who 
appeared in the magazines. She knew it! She just knew it! 

She brushed her long hair back from her face. She posed in front of the 
mirror, imagining that one of those famous photographers was taking pictures 
of her right now. How much longer would it be, she asked herself? How much 
longer before she made her way down to New York City and became the high 
fashion model she had always dreamed of being? 

Melanie couldn't wait much longer, she knew. Right new her hands traveled 
slowly down to the tips of her tits. She'd done this many times before and 
she knew what she was going to do next: she was going to masturbate! 

She began to pant now, to skip breaths in the excitement of anticipation. It 
always happened this way. She'd begin by looking at herself in the mirror 
and she'd wind up rolling around on her bed with her fingers clawing at that 
little bud of her clitoris! 

She was doing a real fondling job on her tits now. The little buds of her 
nipples had sprung to life at her touch. She loved to see them point out 
like this. It made her feel like a real woman. It sent shivers, sensations 
through her whole body when she touched herself like this. Some of those 
feelings seemed to shoot right down to the place between her legs that 
enthralled her so much. And she would begin to drip that juice that made her 
all slippery and smelly down there. That had such a hold on her too. Every 
time she wet herself like that she just had to swirl her fingers around and 
get them all wet and scented and then she would bring those fingers up to 
her face and smell them and stick them into her mouth! 

She was going to do all that again! Right now! 

Her hands were already feeling up her buttocks. She wondered if she would 
put a finger up her asshole just like she'd done this time yesterday. She 
was really supposed to be doing her homework, but playing with herself, 
discovering what parts of her body excited her and responded to her fingers 
interested her so much more than calculus or history or literature. What the 
heck did a fashion model need to know those things for, anyway? She had to 
know other things: how to feel herself, how to move, how to provoke people 
with her body! 

One hand rounded an ass-cheek and began to frig her tight little anus. How 
lewd and disgusting, Melanie thought. Those top New York models probably did 
all kinds of weird stuff with their bodies, Melanie thought. 

Didn't the city have a real reputation for freakiness? She dreamed of 
becoming a part of the scene there, and experiencing all kinds of things 
that nobody in Appleton had ever heard of. 

Melanie's other hand was parting her wispy blonde pubic bush now, probing 
for the lips of her vagina. Just the sensation of her hand being so close to 
the center of her sex was enough to get Melanie all excited. She thought she 
could almost get a real orgasm without even touching her clit or sticking 
something up her cunt. 

Just the thought was sometimes all that it took to send her right up to the 
edge of climaxing. 

She was beginning to rock back and forth. It was only a matter of seconds 
before she wouldn't be able to stand anymore, before she would find herself 
sprawled on the bed and flailing away at her cunt and clit. And this time 
she was probing her asshole as well! She was burning both ends of the 
candle, and the flames were going to start any second. 

Melanie jumped! She stifled a squeal. Her parents downstairs would hear her. 
She couldn't bear them knowing. She couldn't think of having them discover 
her. But she had just touched right on the little bud of her clitoris! The 
spasms shot right out from that tiny little point now and began to course 
all through her body. It was getting so hot inside her skin that she could 
hardly breathe at all now. She wanted to scream, to run, to shout to the 
whole world about what was going on inside her. But they probably wouldn't 
understand. 

Her mother had probably never experienced anything like a pleasure sensation 
shooting out from her own clit. And Melanie's father? What the hell would a 
country bumpkin like him know about making a woman feel good? 

Melanie caught one final glimpse of herself in the mirror before she fell 
over onto the bed. She looked like a woman possessed, she knew. She looked 
like a wild animal. She was! She was so hungry for pleasure and ecstasy she 
couldn't believe it! And she never got enough! She fingered herself in the 
morning before she got out of bed. She played with herself when she got home 
from school! She put her hands on her tits and in her cunt and up her 
asshole in the evening when she was supposed to be doing her homework! She 
masturbated after she got into bed at night! She even dreamed about sex 
every night! And it was never enough. She knew she was crazy. She was 
convinced she was a nymphomaniac. But she didn't care if she was sick. She 
didn't want to be cured. She was a slave to her beloved pussy. She was 
totally dominated by her clit and her cunt. And she loved every bit of it! 

Now her thumb and forefinger clawed after that elusive bud between her legs. 
She was spewing so much liquid from her cunt. She was so slippery there 
between her legs that she could hardly hold on to the clit long enough to 
diddle it. But did she ever try! 

And Melanie did something else, too. She stuffed all the fingers of her 
other hand up into her cunt, as far as they would go! She was fist-fucking 
herself! And she was getting off to such an extent that she thought her 
parents might come charging up the stairs at any moment to put a stop to 
what she was doing. She could hardly contain the moans and the shouts of 
pleasure and joy that were fighting to free themselves from her throat. What 
the hell, she cursed to herself, why should her parents pay any more 
attention to her now than they had in the past? Why shouldn't she scream out 
for everyone in this frigging little town to hear? She was going to get the 
hell out of this hick town, and fast! She was heading for New York City! And 
the next time any resident of Appleton would see her she'd be thereon the 
cover of one of those fashion magazines they sold down at the drugstore! 

Melanie started to gasp for air now. She really was drilling herself! That 
fist of hers had spread her cunt lips so wide she couldn't believe it! Were 
her hands really in all the way up to her knuckles? She'd never dreamed that 
her pussy was that big before! She worked even harder now. It thrilled her 
to think that her cunt was so large. It would give her all that much more 
pleasure, not to mention the capacity to swallow the biggest cocks in all of 
New York City when she finally got there. And it wouldn't be long now! She'd 
already made plans! 

Hut first she was going to cum! It was starting already! Yes, Melanie knew 
all about multiple orgasms. She'd been achieving them now for a couple of 
years. And she was becoming quite a mistress of her own pussy. 

After all, how else would a woman learn here in Appleton? Melanie would 
swear there wasn't a man in the whole town who knew enough about sex to give 
the faintest hint of pleasure to a woman. Fuck that whole damn football 
team! 

Melanie was fading fast, falling out of contact with anything but her 
burning, dripping cunt. It was running away from her! The spasms were taking 
over! It was all involuntary now, her muscle reactions that is. All she had 
to do was relax and enjoy, and it was odd because at the same time she was 
all wound up and tense and firing away! 

Something left her lips. A shout? Melanie was too delirious to know. She was 
in the throes of multiple orgasms! Fuck everything else! She was cumming and 
that was all that mattered! 

And still she wanted to stuff more of her fingers into her hungry pussy! Was 
it really that big? She had all ten fingers working in there now and the 
damn thing still wasn't full. She was cumming all right, but what would it 
take to really satisfy her? Nothing she could ever find here in this town! 

The tears began to stream down Melanie's face now, tears of joy at the 
insane pleasure she had not yet attained. How long could she continue this 
alone? How much longer could she hold out? 

Melanie knew, even in the blind haze of orgasm, that there was something 
else she wanted to have. Right now! No, Melanie didn't have anything so 
elaborate as a genuine erotic device, certainly no vibrator or dildo. 

But she knew exactly the shape of what she so much wanted to experience, and 
she reached for it now. 

She'd stolen it from the refrigerator downstairs when she came home from 
school. 

A second later she brandished a frankfurter in front of her cunt. Erect, 
red-colored meat dangled before the lips of her pussy, tantalized her with 
the thought that someday she would possess the same type of thing, only 
attached to a virile man. She gazed longingly at the sausage, and began to 
stroke herself with it. She parted her pubic bush with its tip, and then she 
ran it up and down and along the lips of her vagina. It thrilled her, in a 
weird sort of way. She'd never balled food before. And this seemed to fill 
the bill pretty well. She'd certainly blasted herself with orgasms this 
evening, but she wasn't quite dazed yet: she was proud of her growing 
capacity to devour and appreciate pleasure sensations. And she'd become so 
involved with her fingers that she'd nearly forgotten about the frankfurter. 

She pressed it into the moist passage of her vagina now. Yes, it did inspire 
more sensations. She could sustain more! She wanted more! It was a hungry 
mouth she had down there between her legs, she knew, and it had to be fed. 
Hot dog! This piece of meat was going to make her cum all over again! 

CHAPTER SIX 

Melvin Tucker padded softly up the stairs. He did this almost every night 
with the same purpose in mind. He had taken it upon himself to check on his 
daughter. The custom had started when he was much younger and his Melanie 
was just a little girl. But now, he knew, there was another reason for his 
being so interested in his daughter. She'd grown into a fantastic piece of 
ass! She had turned out to be the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his 
eyes on. He was so inspired by her looks that he couldn't deny she turned 
him on. Yes! For a long time now he'd been having these fuck-fantasies 
involving him and his darling Melanie. 

Darling Melanie! He wanted to ball his own daughter more than he'd wanted 
any woman in his whole life! 

Now he spent his days dreaming about how he might be able to get his 
daughter into bed. She made him hard! Now he wanted to peer in her bedroom 
door and let his fantasies run wild. He'd take a vision of his luscious 
daughter to bed with him and he'd beat his meat to put himself to sleep. 

He moved softly down the hallway of the modest house. He knew he couldn't 
make a sound. Mabel might discover him fooling around like this and she'd 
make him pay for the rest of his life if she ever figured out what he was up 
to. And he had to make sure that Melanie didn't hear him and wake up. What 
would she think of a father who sat in her room with her while she was 
sleeping? 

Melvin opened the door now. It opened silently. It had developed a creak not 
too long ago, but he'd promptly fixed it under the guise of making Melanie's 
room just a little more comfortable for her. Like hell! The only reason he'd 
done it was so that he might be able to carry out his self-appointed mission 
of voyeurism. If only he could see her naked, Melvin thought. Usually he 
could manage a glimpse of a great body under the sheets, and that fantastic, 
stunning face of hers lying on the pillow. Of course, sometimes in the 
summer he was treated to her lying on top of the bed clad only in a thin 
nightie or something. But it had been so long, so many years since he'd seen 
beautiful Melanie nude. Melvin had to imagine the changes that had taken 
place in her body, her blossoming into a real woman: her twat, bare, fully 
developed breasts, her asshole. Just thinking about these things gave him 
inspiration for endless hours of jerking off! 

And was he ever going to beat his meat tonight! He'd been watching Melanie 
all through dinner and the sight of her had made him so hard he could hardly 
eat! There was only one thing he wanted! He'd got up from the dinner table 
almost screaming in pain and counting the hours until he could safely, he 
thought, creep up toward his daughter's room and have a real nice long look 
at her. 

He saw her now! The door was open all the way. Melvin had done a really good 
job of lubricating it. Now his jaw dropped. He was stunned. He couldn't 
believe the sight in front of his eyes. His beautiful daughter was there in 
her bed all right. But he'd never seen Melanie look like this before! 

Melvin just stood there at the door. Nothing in his whole life had ever 
prepared him for a sight like this! 

There was Melanie, sprawled across her bed, and there was something sticking 
out of her! A penis, Melvin thought. But how? He stared. What the hell was 
going on here? He looked even closer. That was a frankfurter. A hot dog! 
Sticking right out of his daughter's cunt! Melvin began to pant so loud he 
thought he was going to awaken his wife down the hall, or Melanie there on 
the bed. But was she asleep? Was she in some kind of weird trance? Her 
reading light was on next to the bed. And she had one hand on that piece of 
meat that rose right out of her pubic bush. But she wasn't diddling herself 
with it. 

Something else was going on. Melvin felt himself hardening again there 
between his legs. No denying it. He was getting off over seeing his daughter 
like this! His hand went right down to his cock. He began to rub, harder and 
harder. If only it was his dong inside Melanie, instead of that horrible 
frankfurter! He wanted her! 

He had to have her! Why couldn't he? If that beauty of his was so starved 
for sex, and had to drive a piece of meat up into her own pussy, then why 
the hell wouldn't she take his dong inside her? 

Melvin unzipped his pants and pulled out his joint. He wanted to feel the 
hard, bare flesh in his hands. He wanted to wake Melanie and have her do a 
number on his cock! Would she take it in her mouth? Melvin had been blown 
only a couple of times in his life and that had been years ago when he was 
in the Army. A blowjob from his own beautiful daughter! He'd be in heaven! 

Something drew him across the room now. Closer and closer. He couldn't 
resist! He didn't want to! He wanted to jump right into the sack with this 
gorgeous chick! He didn't care if it was taboo. He didn't care if this woman 
was his own flesh and blood. She was an incredible piece of ass! She was the 
best looking broad in Appleton and he wanted to ram his rod home into her 
cunt! 

Melvin thought he was about to fall over, his penis was so heavy. He'd never 
had a hardon like this before, certainly never in any of his long jerkoff 
sessions. He'd needed a real live woman. He needed more than just fantasies! 
He was pounding himself now. He could hear the smack of his hand against his 
cock. He could hardly restrain the sperm inside his balls. He was on the 
verge of blasting his wad right across the room. He was going to drown his 
daughter in his own cum! 

How was he going to give it to her? Melvin knew she wanted it! She had to. 
Why else would she do something like ream herself with a hotdog? Wasn't she 
getting it from the Appleton football team? Melvin could feel the rage 
rising inside him. Just let one of those jock brutes lay so much as a finger 
on his little girl and he would kill him! He wanted this beauty all to 
himself! She was his anyway, wasn't she? 

He was almost on top of her now. Melvin still didn't know exactly what state 
his daughter was in. Her eyes were open. Her mouth was open. She had a hand 
on that piece of meat, but she didn't seem to still be working herself out 
with it. And she didn't seem aware that he was in the room with her. 

Was he going to reach down and pull that thing out? Melvin began to shake. 
Could he actually do that? 

Could he so much as take his hands off his rock-hard penis for one second? 
He just couldn't stop his pounding his joint at the sight of this girl 
spread out in front of him. He was seeing every bit of her: those beautiful 
tits along with that twat he'd only dreamed about until this moment. And he 
was smelling her! The scent of his daughter's pussy was filling this room. 
That had to be her pussy. It was so sweet! So sexy! He wanted to taste it 
with his own mouth! Melvin noticed now that Melanie's crotch was glistening 
and wet. He knew about pussy juice, all right! He knew that his daughter had 
to really give herself a workout, get herself nice and wet, dripping with 
that juice of her cunt, even to get that hotdog inside her! That's what he 
was smelling! Was it ever rich and ripe! To think that his own little 
daughter could spill it out like that! If only he could have been in here 
from the start! If only he could have seen her, the look on her face, when 
she put that first finger to her cunt! If only he could have seen her when 
she started to take off her clothes! But here she was, all naked and 
wonderful! 

And here he was! He was cumming! The sperm in his balls was boiling over! He 
couldn't help himself! There wasn't any time! His pelvis was jerking. And 
jerking! That piece of ass sprawled on the bed in front of him was too much. 
He couldn't hold his wad! 

Melvin shouted. Then his cock exploded! Right in his hands! He couldn't keep 
quiet. He raved like a maniac! 

Melanie awakened from her bizarre reverie just in time to catch a blast of 
her father's sperm full in her face. 

Her mouth was open, and some of the cum smacked her right on the teeth. But 
it didn't stop her from screaming. She shouted loud enough to wake the dead 
in the cemetery on the other side of the apple orchard. Then she settled 
down to being merely stunned. Her eyes were wide open and wild. Her jaw 
stayed dropped. She made no move to flee. There was nothing she could do, 
except wipe some of the jism from her face and look at her father. 

Was it her father? Really? Or was this some kind of weird incestuous dream? 
Was she going to wake up and find that everything was all right? But what 
about this man in front of her? He sure looked like her dad. 

But with his penis hanging out like that? What was going on? And that hot, 
whitish stuff streaming down her cheeks? 

Melvin Tucker had turned into a crazed animal. He wasn't sure of anything 
right now. He was howling. He was trapped. He was sinking to the floor. The 
floor of his daughter's bedroom! And she was sitting right there on the edge 
of her bed. She was staring him right in the eye and she was wiping his cum 
off that beautiful face of hers! His very own daughter! How could this have 
happened? What was he doing in her bedroom, anyway? 

He'd been caught red-handed! His hand was still wrapped tightly around his 
hard cock! Yes, it was still rockhard! He'd shot his wad! He was ready to do 
it again! 

That pussy on the bed beckoned. Had she shouted? Hadn't he heard something? 
She was staring at him, giving him the eye! That fucking hotdog was still in 
her pussy! She must still want it! 

Melvin struggled back to his feet. Something out- side of him was propelling 
him. He was following the lead of his rampant penis! Finally he was going to 
possess the one woman he had craved so long! He was going to ram this thing 
of his right up into that heavenly snatch! 

Melanie watched him coming closer. It was her daddy, all right. And that 
pole sticking out between his legs was bigger than anything she'd ever seen. 
He really put the foot-ballers to shame in the cock department. 

She looked down at the frankfurter in her pussy. It seemed so puny in 
comparison to her daddy's prick. Her daddy's! It was her own father that was 
after her now! The same cock that should be fucking mommy! 

Melanie felt a scream welling up in the back of her throat. She'd never in 
her whole life been so horrified as she was at this moment! Her own father! 
This had to be a dream! A lewd, disgusting nightmare! 

She felt his hands on her shoulders now. And then his fingers found their 
way down to her nipples! The scream began, low at first. Melanie thought she 
might gag or choke. Daddy was tweaking her breasts! His wild-animal eyes 
were fixated on her crotch. He was going for the frankfurter now! 

The scream got louder. She was wailing, shouting, crying! She was desperate! 
This was the end of her life! 

She had to get out of here! Now! 

She wanted him, didn't she? He was hearing a shout of joy, wasn't he? Melvin 
kept running his hands over his daughter's body. He was going to ram into 
her now, all right! He'd waited for this long enough. 

But what was this? She wasn't resisting, was she? She wasn't trying to 
scratch him? She wasn't starting to fight? Melvin jumped onto the bed. He 
grabbed his daughter's flailing hands. He knew he was stronger. She couldn't 
hold out against him for long! If only she would shut up. This shouting was 
too much. He'd have to get it over with quickly. Was he all ready to cum 
again? Yes! There was still more cum roiling down there in his balls. 

"No! Daddy! You bastard! Leave me alone!" Curses and shouts flowed from 
Melanie's mouth. 

She was telling him off! Dammit! His fucking daughter was trying to shout 
him down! Melvin started to rage. 

This bitch was just like her mother, then. She was going to feel his cock in 
her twat whether she wanted it or not, then! He pressed himself upon her. 

Then something hit him in the balls! Melvin jumped. The pain shot from his 
cock all the way up his body. He screamed. He shouted. He jumped clear off 
the bed! That bitch! He saw her fist now. 

And then he saw his wife at the door! Mabel was screaming, shouting that she 
was going to kill him! Melanie was panting, cursing. She was ready to 
pounce. She would kill him, he knew it! 

Melvin sank to the floor. His cock was shriveling last. He pounded the rug 
with his fists. What was he going to do now? 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Melanie watched the countryside passing the bus window. She glanced at her 
watch and wondered what her parents would be doing right now. She was sure 
they wouldn't have discovered her absence yet. After all, the school day 
wasn't even half-over. And then, what would they do when she didn't come 
home from cheerleader practice? Call the police maybe? She would be a couple 
of hundred miles away by that time. 

Melanie was scared. This was really the first time she'd ever been away from 
home, not counting a couple of girl scout jamborees a few years ago. But she 
wasn't quite so scared that she couldn't go through with it. 

After all, she was going to go to New York City and become a model when she 
finished high school anyway. 

So, she was just moving things up a little. And after that episode in her 
bedroom the other night, she knew she couldn't very well stay in Appleton 
any longer. She'd had to put her plan into effect. She still couldn't get 
over that behavior on the part of her father. She even wiped her face again 
here on the bus. It seemed that she just couldn't get his hot slippery sperm 
off her face. No matter how much she wiped or washed. The tears began to 
stream down her cheeks once more. Was it because she was frightened that she 
was crying? Or because she was scared of what was going to happen to her? 

Melanie wiped her face again and again. She tried to hide the fact that she 
was crying. She didn't want anyone on the bus to discover her secret. She'd 
heard and read too much about what people did to girls out on their own, 
especially girls who were exceptionally pretty. Melanie glanced at herself 
once more in reflection of the bus window. Her looks were still there, all 
right. That comforted her. She was going to need her face and her body more 
than anything else if she were going to make it in New York. 

She'd planned things as best she could. There had been that savings account 
at the bank that she'd never told her parents about. It wasn't much. Just a 
few dollars a week from her job at the dairy stand, but it had paid for her 
bus ticket and might just support her for a couple of days in New York. 
She'd heard that things were really expensive down there, but with any luck 
she thought she could get some kind of job quickly. 

And she'd gauged her departure to give her as much time as possible before 
her parents discovered that she was gone. Her damn parents! Being attacked 
by her father was the final straw! All those years of hearing him moralize 
and yell at her! All that time he was a deacon of the church in Appleton and 
had taught Sunday school! And then he comes after her pussy like some kind 
of sex maniac! What the hell was that man all about? Did he ever need some 
kind of help! Talk about a fucked-up older generation. Melanie had never had 
anything much to do with all that generation gap stuff. Why, she thought it 
hardly existed anymore now that protests and demonstrations and everything 
had pretty much vanished into the past. But maybe there had been something 
to it, after all. She wondered how many daughters had had to put up with 
fathers trying to rape them. And her mother had been no help at all. She'd 
just been sitting around for the past few years getting fatter and saying 
"yes" to her bastard father all the time. And she'd probably not fucked for 
the guy since the night Melanie was conceived. She was as much to blame for 
what happened as her father, Melanie thought. She cursed, actually. She 
hated her parents with all her heart now. Before, she'd only thought they 
were stupid and uncaring. Now she knew that they were vicious. 

Melanie stretched her legs in the aisle. The bus ride was starting to wear 
on her a bit. And she felt really odd going somewhere on a day when she 
should be in school. Right! The next time she'd be seen in Appleton Central 
High was when somebody brought in a copy of some fashion magazine with her 
picture on the cover. That would show them! Melanie Tucker was going to show 
them all! 

She'd taken real care to sort of disguise herself for this trip. She 
couldn't afford to have somebody take her for being a runaway. She'd read 
enough articles about foolish girls who got on buses in jeans or rags and 
wound up becoming prostitutes, sometimes even getting killed down there in 
New York. None of that for Melanie! 

She was wearing her best clothes. A blouse and sweater, skirt, stockings and 
high heels. Of course, the clothes available to a girl in Appleton probably 
weren't nearly as nice as what could be had in New York, Melanie knew she 
had to try her best to look good. And as soon as she got some money, she was 
going to look as good as any other woman in New York City! Of course, she'd 
gotten more than her share of looks from the men on the bus, but she was 
kind of used to that. She'd been getting lewd looks from men for as long as 
she could remember. It reassured her, in a very real way, made her think she 
was doing something right, that she would really make it as a model. Now, 
she had only to see if the men in New York would look at her in the same 
way. 

Melanie wondered about the men there, too. She thought so much about what 
sex was going to be like down there. She'd pored over the pictures of New 
York men in magazines, the ones that always seemed to be escorting the 
beautiful women she wanted so much to be like. Those men were so handsome, 
so much more refined than the buffoons who lived in Appleton. Melanie had 
fantasy after fantasy of one of those beautiful men undressing her and then 
undressing himself in front of her and then: taking her as she had never 
been taken before, with a penis that really knew what it was doing! A penis 
that gave her a little pleasure, something the Appleton football team's 
cocks had never even thought of. 

Melanie giggled now. The very idea of cocks thinking seemed so funny to her. 
She had a high-fashion magazine open on her lap right now, and there on the 
page was a man she would just love to have in bed with her, touching her on 
the nipples, the twat, the clitoris, playing with her asshole just as she 
had learned to play with it. New York men probably did all those things, and 
more! Melanie wondered about the sexual things that she'd never even heard 
about. There were probably dozens of tricks, ways to get pleasure and give 
pleasure. After all, she'd spent her whole life growing up in Appleton and 
what the hell did anyone there know? 

Melanie felt something now. Yes! She couldn't believe it! But she really was 
getting all hot and bothered. 

She was getting all slippery and wet between her legs! She wanted something 
in there, all right. Did that New York man ever look so good in that tuxedo 
of his! And he would probably look even better standing naked in front of 
her! Melanie wondered how big his penis would be. She thought back to cocks 
of the guys on the football team. And then there was that vision of her 
father's dong waving in front of her face. It had been pretty big. Maybe she 
should have taken it inside her just to see how it felt. She was planning to 
leave anyway. Melanie shuddered. Really, her father's assault had tested her 
to the limit, and horrified her as well. 

And better things were going to happen to her before long. Why, already she 
was feeling different! She was wetting herself! 

Yes! She was soaking her new pantyhose with her own pussy juice. That's how 
bad she wanted cock! She sniffed the air. Nothing yet. But she knew she had 
a strong scent. Thank goodness there was no one sitting in the seat beside 
her. It wouldn't be long before they'd whiff her cunt. It was running a 
river! And all because of that magazine picture? Yes! As well as her dreams 
of a new life. She was going to be standing in a picture like that before 
too long had passed. She would have men like that. She'd be wearing the same 
fancy clothes that the model in that photo layout was wearing! 

Melanie couldn't wait, though. It would be hours before they pulled into New 
York. The bus hadn't even passed Syracuse yet. And her pussy was really 
impatient. Maybe, if she... 

She pulled her coat down off the overhead luggage rack and laid it on her 
lap. That might just hide her well enough. Melanie almost couldn't contain 
herself. She began to struggle for breath. She'd never done anything like 
this before! How lewd and lascivious! But she had to masturbate! She was a 
slave to that magical thing between her legs! She couldn't help herself. She 
never could manage any kind of control when it came to sex! 

Slowly, carefully, Melanie slipped her hand beneath her coat and into her 
skirt. It was going to be a real challenge to diddle her clit from this 
angle, but she was hard on to try. She managed to get her fingers past the 
waistband of her pantyhose, and began to search through her lush pubic bush. 
Already she could feel the wetness on her fingers. She'd really been 
spurting a torrent down there! She was so proud of herself. 

The way her pussy reacted to even just thinking about sex thrilled her so 
much. She was convinced that no girl in Appleton could get herself so wet so 
quickly. If only she'd ever had a real live man in front of her she'd be 
able to get excited in no time at all. She'd never have trouble taking a 
really big penis inside her cunt, Melanie thought. She always lubricated 
herself so fast and so much. 

Right now she just wanted to let go! To pull off her skirt and stockings, to 
stick both hands into her cunt and flail away at herself for all she was 
worth! She had to conceal herself here. She could only use a couple of 
fingers to diddle her clit. She found it! Right here on the bus, she managed 
to find that elusive little bud! She had it for a moment between the thumb 
and forefinger of her left hand! She wanted to hold onto it forever, to 
shout to everyone exactly what she was doing! She wanted everyone in the 
world to know what she did with her pussy. She wanted them all to know what 
her pussy did to her! She was driving herself out of her skull. 

Those two fingers were doing a real number on her clit, all right. She was 
on fire! The bus hit a bump in the road. Melanie nearly hit the ceiling and 
not because the bump was all that bad. She'd nearly torn her clitoris right 
out of her cunt! And the vibrations and the wonderful pleasure-pain had 
spread out from her cunt to every part of her body. She was working even 
faster now! Harder and harder she flailed away at the little nub of pleasure 
between her legs, deep within the moist and slippery folds of her pussy 
lips. She knew it was only a matter of moments before she made herself cum! 
She was going to cum all the way to New York City! And when she got there 
she was going to cum some more! 

Melanie struggled to maintain some control. Her breathing was hard and fast. 
She was arched up out of the seat! Her pelvis jerked back and forth in 
involuntary spasms. Her pussy drooled over the fact that something, even her 
own fingers, was answering its manic call for stimulation and satisfaction! 
The fashion magazine with its pictures of handsome men fell to the floor, 
but Melanie was in no condition to reach and pick it up. 

She was too far gone into the bliss of orgasm to do anything that wasn't 
directly connected with fingering her pussy. 

If only that beautiful man's cock were doing this to her instead of her 
fingers! 

Was someone looking at her now? Did the rest of the passengers know she was 
masturbating? She knew she must look like a wild animal. Would they turn her 
in and send her back home if they discovered her? 

Would she be confined to some mental institution for the rest of her life? 
Was she sick? Was she sinful? 

Was she to be condemned and punished for wanting a better life? To be a top 
fashion model? To have good sex? To get the hell away from Appleton and its 
hicks? 

Melanie gasped. She'd ripped the nylon crotch of her pantyhose! She'd heard 
the rip. And now she could smell herself! The scent of her pussy was going 
to fill the bus and everyone would know what she was doing to herself! Yes! 
She was sick! She was a rabid sex maniac! A nympho! A dirty nympho! Maybe 
Appleton would be better off without the likes of her! She'd destroy every 
single cock in that lousy little town. She'd eat them up and spit them out! 

Melanie was sinking now. Her pussy was firing away. She was in the throes of 
multiple orgasm! She'd lost count already. As strong as her fingers were, 
and she'd masturbated for hours at a time on a couple of occasions, she knew 
she couldn't keep this up much longer. If only she had a vibrator! If only 
she had a real male athlete with a sensational cock doing a dance inside 
her! She was losing consciousness now, falling away from the real world. 
Nothing remained to her but sensations flowing out from her self-stimulated 
genitals. It was so good. It was as good as she could do all by herself. 
That would change! Dammit! That would change! 

The next thing Melanie realized she was sucking on her fingers. She had no 
memory of stuffing them inside her mouth. How had she got them there? They 
tasted of pussy. Pure, unadulterated pussy! They seemed to be dripping of 
the stuff! And she loved the taste! Reflex somehow told her not to be too 
obvious. After all, she was on a bus and there were other passengers. Some 
of them were probably looking at her. Who wouldn't She knew she was what men 
call "a piece of ass". And she was on her way to New York City to become a 
fashion model. 

Melanie slowly began to piece things together. She'd been playing with 
herself! She masturbated herself nearly into oblivion. She'd hardly ever cum 
like that before. Maybe it was the excitement of the trip? Maybe it had 
something to do with the vibrations of the moving bus? She no doubt had 
blacked out! 

And she was wet! She was soaked down there between her legs. Could she 
really sniff herself or was she only imagining that? She shifted her 
position in the seat. She was so uncomfortable. She must have soaked right 
through to the upholstery! And the panties of her pantyhose must be in 
shreds! She remembered almost clawing at them, struggling to strip, to get 
access to her crotch right here. And was she sore! 

All that beating her clitoris to death had taken its toll. Melanie wondered 
if she really might do some damage to herself this way. The clawing, the 
diddling that she inflicted on herself might be really harmful in the long 
run. 

But she had to cum! There was no way she could stop! It was hopeless and she 
didn't care what anyone else might say or think. She didn't care whether it 
was moral or immoral. She did what she had to do and that was answer the 
demand her pussy made upon her: cumming. She resolved a couple of things, 
though. 

She was going to find men, real sensitive beautiful men who knew how to give 
women real pleasure. And she was going to masturbate with help from the 
minute she got into New York: she was going to get herself a real vibrator. 
All the movie stars and sophisticated ladies worked themselves out with 
those, Melanie was convinced. And since she was going to be a sophisticated 
lady soon enough, she was certainly going to indulge in the best erotic 
devices. She'd read all about them in some magazine in an article which told 
all about female orgasms. A New York magazine, of course. Melanie suspected 
women in Appleton didn't even know what an orgasm was. Hell, her own mother 
probably wasn't aware she even had a clitoris! 

Melanie thought once more about the little slip of paper she'd put into her 
wallet. She was counting on that person whose name she'd written down. It 
was the name of a woman Melanie thought just might help her out: her 
father's sister. Melanie knew her father hated the woman and they never had 
any contact. That fact alone made Melanie feel that she could contact the 
woman with no fear of being turned back home. She certainly hoped so! She 
knew she would need all the help she could get! 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Rick Dillman squirmed in his seat. Was his ass ever sore! He couldn't stand. 
He couldn't sit. It hurt so badly back there that there was just no way for 
him to get comfortable. He figured he should be at some doctor's office 
instead of at this swanky model agency. The pain was almost unbearable. That 
goddamn faggot had really buggered him. Rick relived the whole episode: he'd 
been referred to that photographer in hopes of getting a batch of test 
pictures taken for no fee; photos he'd be able to use in trying to get 
modelling and acting jobs. Rick burned with anger. There'd been a fee, all 
right. The fucking photographer had made him bend over and get fucked up the 
ass! Sure, he'd used plenty of grease, but the guy had such a monster wang 
he might as well have not used any lubrication at all. 

Rick thought now that he might never be able to have another bowel movement 
for the rest of his life! Rick tried to make himself a little more 
comfortable on the leather sofa. He'd been fucked in the ass by queers in 
the Marines. After all, he'd had to submit or they would have made life 
miserable for him. But none of those Marine cocks had ever been nearly so 
painful as that sonofabitch fairy photographer's dong. Not only was Rick's 
anus on fire, he was still dripping all that lubricating jelly right out of 
his asshole! No doubt the stuff had soaked clear through his pants by now 
and was dribbling right out onto the upholstery. 

The only thing decent about the whole experience was that Rick really did 
have the pictures. They were in a folder, under his arm right now. Of 
course, the faggot photographer said he'd be more than willing to print some 
more if Rick needed them. Sure, Rick thought. What would that bastard have 
him do next? Next time he'd try to find a straight photographer, or, better 
yet, a woman! Then he could do the buggering. Rick wondered if it hurt a 
woman so much to be assfucked as it did a man. He'd sure wormed his cock 
into a lot of back doors in his life. And they'd all seemed to love it. Why, 
Rick knew that a woman could cum without even having her cunt touched if a 
dick was up her ass. That was something he'd love to learn more about. 

And it was something he'd love to do right now. He'd kind of figured that 
there were millions of faggots in New York City, but he hadn't expected to 
make personal acquaintance of so many of the fuckers! Everywhere he went, 
there were fairies: guys who wanted nothing more than to get inside his 
pants. Why, Rick had come to New York with the idea of making it as a cowboy 
type, figuring that there wouldn't be so many guys running around the 
streets here dressed up in boots, jeans, Stetson and buckskin jackets. Had 
he been surprised! There were droves of faggots who got their rocks off that 
way! All a guy had to do was to go down to certain streets and there were so 
many cowboy faggots around it looked like the fucking Wild West. Last night, 
some dude had even taken Rick to a place by that very name, and the first 
thing he knew some other guy was trying to seduce him, and not with sweet 
talk either - with threats! The fool wanted to stick his fist right up 
Rick's ass! His fist! He said he'd put grease on it! Right! Rick had 
suffered enough of that kind of shit in boot camp! He'd got the hell out of 
there in a hurry. 

Rick had begun to wonder. Was that airline chick Lesley playing some kind of 
joke on him? Who the hell did she think he was? He'd spilled his guts to 
her. He'd told her everything about himself after that first night in New 
York when they'd balled. 

And she'd promised to help him. She'd told him she had friends in the 
business who might help him get pictures taken, and she had other friends 
who booked models and would no doubt think he was as handsome as she did. 

Rick was angry again. He hadn't eaten all day. His money had run out 
completely yesterday evening. If it hadn't been for that assfucker treating 
him to dinner before buggering him, he would have starved to death by now. 
And Rick couldn't even call Lesley the skychick for help. He sure would if 
she were in town. He cared like hell for that rich boyfriend of hers. He was 
probably a faggot in his own right. It was just that the damn girl was off 
on some goddamn special assignment for her airline out of the country! Was 
she ever going to hear from him when she got back! 

But now Rick couldn't afford to spend much time plotting revenge. He had to 
find a meal ticket for tonight, and a place to stay as well. This living in 
New York wasn't easy at all. Even a red-blooded pussy fucker had to fight 
for everything in life here! 

For the umpteenth time Rick tried to find a degree of comfort on the sofa. 
It was just no use. From here on in he'd have to concentrate on the 
receptionist. She was kind of young, but that had never stopped him before. 

She'd turned up her nose when he'd come calling, but that was probably 
because she thought his clothes were funny or something. On second glance, 
Rick decided that she was a fine piece of New York ass. 

Those tall black leather boots of hers gave him a whole new opinion of her 
and he kind of figured that her standoffish number was just a routine. The 
bitch probably wanted to get fucked more than anything in the world! That 
long skirt! That was just a ploy too, Rick decided. She wanted every man who 
came into the room to keep his eyes on her all the time and just wait for a 
flash of leg, or knee, or whatever showed from time to time when she got up 
or crossed her legs. As if it were such a privilege, Rick cursed. It would 
be her privilege to get fucked by him! Sitting there in her pretty little 
silk white blouse! It would be in shreds when he got through with her! Just 
like her clitoris! When she finished with her blast of multiple orgasms, or 
whatever went on in that cunt of hers, she'd never be able to use her clit 
bud again! He'd see to that, all right. 

Rich was about to drift off into a complete violent-sexual reverie when the 
intercom on the receptionist's desk buzzed him awake. The girl answered the 
call and chatted for a second with the voice on the other end of the line. 

Finally she turned to him. 

"Miss Tucker will see you now," she said, in that superior tone of hers. 

Rich rose to his feet. A stab of pain shot out from his anus. Damn that 
faggot, he cursed. How long was this going to last? And the hardon he'd 
sprung over the receptionist didn't help either. He was on fire down there 
between his legs, from back to front! But Rich was never a man to deny a 
hardon, especially when the woman in question was really a fine piece, and 
whatever else he thought about that chick at the desk, a damn fine piece she 
was! He'd have to figure out some kind of moves for her. When he came out of 
this office, he'd have to, have this bitch on his arm. After all, she might 
just have an apartment and a fully stocked refrigerator in addition to the 
luscious cunt he knew must be under that skirt of hers. 

Rich gave the receptionist his "just-you-wait-baby" look as he brushed past 
her into the inner office. He'd have it together when he came out. His 
instincts just never failed him in that department. 

But now he had to worry about this appointment. One more of Lesley's goose 
chases, he wondered? He hoped to hell something would come out of this one 
last meeting. He only had that little bit of change in his pocket and right 
now, even being buggered didn't seem like the worst thing in the world. 

A tall figure in an impeccably tailored gray flannel suit stood on the far 
side of the office. Funny, Rich thought, he'd been expecting a woman. Hadn't 
the piece at the front desk mentioned "Miss Tucker"? 

The figure turned around from gazing out the window. 

"Hello. Rich Dillman? My name is Miriam Tucker." She extended a hand. 

Rich fought to keep his surprise under control. He'd been fooled so many 
times here in New York City he didn't think anything would do it to him 
again. But his jaw had dropped. He couldn't even seem to get a handshake 
off. This Miriam woman had to be the most incredible bull dyke he'd ever 
seen. She just had to be! She was sort of a cross between a woman and a man! 
With emphasis on the man side! The masculine suit, the closely combed 
hairstyle, the vest, the watch chain, the loafers, everything! It was 
blowing Rich's mind. When was he going to be able to deal with this crazy 
city and the weird people who lived in it? He was a hard-driving Texas boy. 
He'd fucked women around the world and he'd even killed a few men in his 
time. 

After all, he had been a Marine. But this was too damn much! Getting 
buggered every night for his supper was no way for a man to make his living, 
Rich decided. And if this woman was as dykey as she looked, a red-blooded 
fucker like him wasn't able to be so sure of making very much headway with 
her. He wanted only to get the hell out of this office while he still had a 
hardon and fuck the living daylights out of the reception chick. 

Miss Tucker managed somehow to relieve Rick of his photo portfolio and she 
was scrutinizing it there on the other side of her desk. She invited him to 
sit down and he did, despite the pain that lingered in his anal area. 

This whole bizarre scene anesthetized it just a bit, anyway. 

So what the hell was she going to do with him? 

Miriam Tucker seemed to take her time with the pictures. Then she began to 
look him over. 

Rick felt her gaze burning right through him. His breathing seemed almost to 
stop. He was at the end of his rope. Why, he hadn't uttered a single word 
since he'd been shown into this office. Hell, he didn't know how to act in 
front of a bitch like this! He'd never seen the likes of her. 

"Won't you please stand up, Rick, and walk across the room?" she asked. "I'd 
like to see just how you carry yourself. It's really quite important in this 
business, you know." 

Rick rose and did what he was told. What the hell, he thought. But then he 
realized something else. This woman, this whatever she was, she hadn't 
spoken to him in a harsh or unkind way at all! "That's enough, Rick," she 
said. "Thank you." He turned. He noticed that Miss Tucker was smiling at 
him. And he'd seen enough women in his life to know that she wasn't smiling 
at him in that damn conceited, superior way. 

She asked him how he'd come to find out about her and when Rick mentioned 
about Lesley the stewardess, Miss Tucker smiled knowingly. It seemed to him 
that the two women might be good friends. 

"Well, Rick," Miss Tucker said. "I imagine you're new in New York, but I 
think with a little training and all, you'll do quite well in this business. 
I really like the looks of your portfolio here." 

'Thanks. Miss Tucker, ma'am," Rick sputtered. How had he managed to get out 
a single word? Had this sophisticated lesbian queen really set him at ease? 
Why, she was really looking at him almost like a mother, wasn't she? 

"How would you like to join me for dinner tonight, Rick?" she asked. "It's 
always good to get to know a new client, I believe. And since we'll probably 
be working together quite a bit, I think it would be really nice if we got 
together just to find out a little more about each other." 

Rick nearly leapt at the invitation. He could taste the food already. If the 
class of this woman were any indication, it was going to be one really good 
meal tonight! He thanked her in the most polite way he knew how. And he 
almost couldn't believe it! For once his stomach seemed to have won out over 
his cock! Not that he'd forgotten the piece of ass at the front desk, it was 
just that Miss Tucker here had also said something about them working 
together. Did that mean that he had a job? 

Rick wondered if he should go now. But Miss Tucker didn't seem quite 
finished. 

"Do you have a very extensive wardrobe, Rick?" she asked. 

He looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face. 

"What I mean is, Rick, do you have many other clothes?" 

Rick felt panic beginning to rise inside him. He didn't really have any 
other clothes besides these Western things. Just a couple of extra shirts in 
his suitcase. Did that mean he wasn't going to get the job? 

There were no two ways about it. He might as well tell her the truth right 
now, he thought. There was no sense faking it. She'd find out sooner or 
later and he probably couldn't steal new clothes between now and dinner time 
anyway. 

But Miss Tucker only smiled when Rick confessed the truth. Then she went to 
the intercom and called for a person named Mike. 

The office door swung open and who came in but none other than the chick 
from the reception desk! Rick nearly died. He hadn't expected her to be 
called "Mike". But neither he take his eyes off her. Just the way she walked 
across the room in those boots made him want to lunge at her and rape her on 
the spot. How he wanted to see what was up that damn skirt of hers! He would 
too! He promised himself that much! 

Mike stood there on the carpet in front of Miss Tucker's desk. She just 
smiled at her boss and played with the rings on her fingers. There were 
certainly enough of them, Rick thought. This chick seemed to have a ring on 
every single finger, and her fingernails were something else too. He'd never 
in his life seen a woman who wore her nails as long. And they were painted a 
deep, dark red. Wouldn't he rather be buggered by fingers like that, Rick 
decided, then by some old faggot's greasy cock! 

"This is my assistant, Michelle," Miss Tucker announced. "I trust her more 
than anyone in matters of taste, Rick. This afternoon she's going to help 
you pick out some new clothes. And don't worry about the cost, Rick. 
Consider it only a small investment I'm making in you. I have great faith in 
a good return on your talent for the both of us." 

Miss Tucker smiled warmly once again. 

Michelle disengaged one of her hands long enough to put it on Rick's 
shoulder and escort him from the office. 

Rick floated on air. He wasn't sure about what was happening to him, but 
things had sure picked up in the last hour! For him, this was nothing out of 
the ordinary. 

CHAPTER NINE 

The pain in Rick's ass had receded far, far into the background now. There 
was another feeling that had come to the fore, that was almost overwhelming 
in the way that it affected him: he thought he was going to go out of his 
skull with horniness! He'd never seen so many beautiful women in his whole 
life! Never! There were short ones, tall ones, thin ones, chicks with really 
full figures, Asians, Black princesses, movie-star types, fashion-model 
types. And they were all dressed to kill! They were slaying him! The amount 
of leg, tit and ass in front of Rick right now was absolutely staggering! 
He'd been hard when he'd come out of Miriam Tucker's office, but he hadn't 
been prepared for this scene! That dong of his was out to its full nine 
inches, and it might get even longer still! It was so painful now that he 
felt he was impaled on a telephone pole or something. If only he could whip 
out and run rampant right here! He'd show these New York chicks something 
they'd remember for the rest of their days. But there were policemen around 
too, Rick had noticed. And anyway, he was not without an advantage of his 
own: Michelle was walking right next to him and from time to time he 
glimpsed a flash of her black-stockinged leg as she strode ahead. Her boots 
created a rhythm on the sidewalk that served only to accompany his bizarre 
state of erection, to make him harder still, if that were possible! He kept 
his eyes on her as well as he could: she was as good as any piece on the 
street! And he was going to fuck her! Michelle had been claimed for this 
evening, as far as Rick was concerned. Even if he had to drop his pants and 
do it right here in the middle of Fifth Avenue. 

Fifth Avenue! Up till now the street had existed for Rick only in movies and 
magazines. But here he was! 

Walking along it with a fine piece of ass on his arm! So he hadn't done too 
badly for the short time he'd been in New York. He almost reached down to 
pat his cock. The old dick hadn't failed him yet. 

Why, he was damn proud of the thing. And he was aware that lots of people 
were looking at him and Michelle. They probably thought he was some 
big-spending Texas millionaire taking his girl out for a stroll. 

Well, Rick thought, they didn't have to know the truth right now, did they? 
And they'd all see him soon enough; in all kinds of ads, on television. 
Maybe even in the movies some day! 

Rick felt a poke in his ribs. He turned. Michelle was smiling at him. 

"What kind of underwear do you like?" she asked. 

Rick was really caught off guard by the question. He couldn't recall ever 
thinking about underwear before. 

Why the hell? He probably didn't even know what kind of underwear he had on 
at the moment. And to think that this bitch was asking him. Why the hell did 
she want to know? 

But Michelle only smiled and repeated her question. 

Rick shrugged. 

"Come on in here," she said. 

And he followed her into one of the swankiest department stores he'd ever 
seen, Dallas included. The place looked so rich that he began to feel 
uncomfortable. How in the world could he ever afford anything in a place 
like this, he wondered. And if Miss Tucker was going to pick up the tab for 
clothes like they sold here, she was going to lay out one hell of a lot of 
money! 

Michelle ushered him over to an elevator and the two of them made their way 
to an upper floor. Rick wasn't so dumb that he didn't notice that Michelle 
really knew her way around the store. She'd done this before with other 
guys, Rick figured. 

His thoughts seemed confirmed when they were greeted by a salesman at the 
elevator. The guy looked like an upper-class Englishman, right out of the 
movies, and he began to show Rick all kinds of clothes, none of which he'd 
ever thought about wearing in his life! There were all kinds of dress-up 
suits and really expensive sport jackets. Rick had only seen clothes like 
them in movies too. Funny, he thought. He'd figured that Miss Tucker had 
wanted to use him as a real cowboy model. Funny how he'd been so insulted a 
few days ago when that stewardess had kept calling him "cowboy" and now he 
was counting more than ever on the look to get him work. 

"A tuxedo for the gentleman?" the salesman asked. 

Before Rick could get a word out of his mouth, Michelle had answered for 
him. 

"Yes, of course," she'd said. 

Rick nearly blew his top. What the hell was he going to need one of those 
monkey suits for. He couldn't take this kind of crap any more. He couldn't 
have a woman making all these decisions for him. This Michelle was eating 
him up! She'd no doubt want to be on top the minute they got into the sack! 

"What do I need a tux for?" Rick asked. There was a hard edge to his voice. 

Michelle smiled again. She certainly conveyed the impression that she was in 
control of the situation. 

"You need it for dinner tonight, for one thing," she said. 

That took Rick by surprise, all right. What the hell did Miss Tucker have in 
mind? He thought he'd just been invited for a meal, not some kind of 
banquet. 

"What kind of underwear?" Michelle asked once more. 

But she really didn't give him much of a chance to answer. She went right 
over to a rack of underwear and began to select some things for him. What 
the hell? She was picking out some really skimpy little pants that were 
really nothing more than glorified jockstraps. How the hell would he ever 
fit his huge Texas size dong into something like those? Why, come to think 
of it, maybe he just didn't want to wear any underpants at all! 

They were just that much to take off when he was in a hurry to fuck! And he 
ought to let Michelle here know that, right now! 

She made the mistake of bending down to pick something off a lower shelf. 
Rick caught a real flash of stockinged leg as the slit in her skirt opened 
wide. His cock nearly cut itself on the inside of the zipper of his jeans! 
Come on, Rick he told himself. He'd done it in weirder places than the sales 
floor of some department store. And he was probably going to damage his cock 
if he didn't let it off the leash soon. Rick looked around. He was a cat on 
the prowl. He was hungry for pussy. And the salesman was over on the other 
side of the floor somewhere. Rick grinned. Michelle had really let herself 
in for something by going around to the other side of that rack. 

He followed her. She was still bent down there on the floor. He put a hand 
on her shoulder. She seemed to freeze. But she didn't even seem on the verge 
of screaming or anything. Rick figured that these New York City girls were 
used to this kind of thing! 

Slowly, very slowly as if to somehow get the full benefit of his prowling 
fingers, Michelle began to get up. 

Rick was frantic. His cock was crazy! He couldn't feel enough of her, even 
though she was still fully clothed! 

He ran his hands over her tits, and then down to her ass! And what did she 
do? She picked up on it like he couldn't believe! The bitch wanted it! 

Michelle ground her hips against the pole that was poking her from behind. 
This cowboy had quite a dong, all right. She'd seen that bulge in his pants 
the minute he walked into the office this afternoon. And she'd seen a lot of 
cocks in her time! This one, she'd known from the beginning she would have 
to have. Why, she'd even gone right to the ladies' room and fingered herself 
with a fantasy of what it would be like to have the cowboy's cock in her 
cunt. She'd been wet, so wet that the pussy juice had soaked right through 
her panties. She'd even smelled her own pussy while she was sitting there at 
the desk! So there'd been only one thing to do: get rid of her filthy 
stinking panties. Michelle smiled with delight as she did her obscene dance 
against Rick's cock. It wasn't the first time she'd lost her panties over 
something like this. 

Rick was delighted. This was going to be a glorious fuck! He was out to more 
than his usual nine inches and this New York cunt was going to take it all, 
right here behind the men's underwear rack! 

His hands were on her thighs now, rubbing, massaging, probing the buttons on 
the side of her skirt. He couldn't wait any longer. He was going to strip 
this bitch right here! And he was going to ram his nine inches so far up 
inside her she was going to feel him in the back of her throat. She was 
going to gush his cum right out of her mouth. 

But what was this? 

"Stick it in!" she breathed. "Come on! I want that dong of yours in my 
cunt!" 

Rick stopped dead in his tracks. Was this bitch ahead of him? So, he hadn't 
taken her by surprise after all! 

These New York women were something else! But who was he to disobey her 
command? 

"Don't just stand there licking your lips, for goodness sake," she hissed. 
"I want to feel that pole of yours now! Here!" 

Rick reacted as only he knew how. He whipped out his cock as fast as he 
could. She might have taken him by surprise, but his trusty old cock could 
never resist any opportunity. And he wasn't wearing any underpants! He was 
ready. 

The huge dong leaped free of the restraining jeans and strove to cross the 
gap of a foot or so that separated their crotches. The engorged member 
almost made it. Rick just kind of stood his ground, watching his dong go 
about its business and send sensations back to him. And he was kind of 
fighting to hold his wad. The sperm had been bubbling hot in his balls since 
he'd set his eyes on Michelle, but that walk up Fifth Avenue had done a real 
number on him! He was going to have to employ all his cocksmanship on this 
case. He couldn't afford to have this bitch thinking that he was some kind 
of short hitter. Maybe he could go around twice with her right here behind 
the underwear? 

The hungry bitch! She didn't give Rick much of a chance. Her fingers, those 
gorgeous hands that had excited him so much back in the office, they went 
right after his goodies! And just the sight of those long, red-painted nails 
massaging his cock was enough to make him explode! She was a professional at 
this handjob routine! Rick could tell that at her first touch. She was doing 
almost better on him than he did with his own hands! And he'd always thought 
of himself as the world's greatest jerkoff artist! 

She was smiling that tantalizing smile of hers. She was daring him to blow 
his wad! Those fucking professional fingers of hers were caressing his cock 
with a master's touch. Up and down, around and around! Rick thought he was 
going to faint! The spasms, the sensations were almost too much to bear. Was 
he going to spray the men's department with a blast from his dong? Fluid was 
beginning to dribble from his cock now! And the cum wasn't far behind! 

But he wanted to cum inside her! He'd vowed that to himself! He wanted to 
spray her pussy walls with his male jism! He wanted to give her insides a 
hot bath in his sperm! What was this she was doing to him? She was urging 
him to come inside her pussy, and she wouldn't let go of his cock! 

Rick's penis wasn't used to being pushed around. It pulled itself back from 
her hands with a spasm that hadn't seemed to come from Rick's brain at all. 
He felt himself turning control over to his cock. This had happened before, 
and it was why he was such a good cocksman. A great cocksman! All he had to 
do now was relax and watch his dong go to work! 

And work it did! It aimed itself right at that slit up the center of 
Michelle's skirt. The girl seemed so stunned she just stood there, as still 
as if she were a statue. Her eyes were wide. Her hands were spread apart, as 
if she wanted to catch something. Obviously, the poor girl didn't know the 
lightning moves of Rick's cock. He came on strong! 

The cock split that slit and rammed into Michelle's crotch with stunning 
force. It all happened so quickly that even Rick was taken by surprise. And 
that wasn't all that surprised him! This chick wasn't wearing any panties! 
His dong's head had smacked right into the juice-slathered lips of her cunt! 
Was this bitch ever wet! 

His cock could have been the size of a railroad car and it still would have 
fit! She was wet, and she was big. 

She was taking him, all right. And he had a long way to go before he filled 
her up. But he was going to try his best! 

The two of them danced around the underwear rack. They were coupled at the 
crotch now, and they seemed totally oblivious to where they were. They were 
too far gone to care! The only thing that mattered now was maximizing 
genital pleasure. And they were both pros at that! 

Michelle thought this guy was the greatest living dildo she'd run into, at 
least since that South American cocksman she'd balled last week! She was not 
only getting off on his cock, she was putting an imprint of his every 
thrust, his every move on her brain. Miss Tucker would get a full report! 
And this cowboy seemed well on his way to a very high rating. Michelle 
stifled a scream. She was being lifted right off the floor by this guy's 
cock! She had impaled herself on him! She thought she was going to feel him 
in the back of her throat any second! He was going to choke her from behind! 
She was going to drown on the blast she knew was going to come at any 
moment! Already her pussy was firing away! She was cumming for all she was 
worth! 

This guy's dong had swelled so much he was taking care of her clit and her 
vagina at the same time! The friction was tremendous! And she'd lubricated 
herself with a torrent of pussy juice! It was running down her thighs even 
now. The tops of her stockings were sopping it up! 

Rick should have known a cunt like this would be so hot. She must be a real 
crazy fucker, all right. Not only did she wear no panties, she dressed up in 
an old-fashioned garter belt and real stockings, probably just to keep the 
access to her pussy! This chick probably had a hand in her cunt all the time 
when she didn't happen to have a cock in there. She was fucking voracious! 

Rick was going crazy, mad with the shocks emanating from his cock. The damn 
thing was swelling, getting wider since it was extended as long as it could 
possibly be. The pressure of his sperm was bending it all out of shape! His 
foreskin was stretching, ballooning into a huge foreign body that was on its 
way to taking over Michelle's cunt and womb! How could he tell? 

She was spewing out the whole story in such a stream of filthy talk as he'd 
never heard a woman utter in his life. This bitch knew every dirty word he'd 
learned in the Marines, and a few words he hadn't. This bitch must live for 
her cunt! Right now she was comparing him to other men, to women she'd 
fucked, to masturbation sessions she pulled on herself, even to dildos and 
vibrators! Rick almost couldn't believe what she was telling him! He was 
even getting off on this story. It was making him work all the harder in his 
desire to drill into her memory and indelible imprint of his mad cock! 

Then the blast started to cum! Way back in his balls the sperm boiled over. 
The jism was so hot, Rick thought he could actually feel pain. His 
sensations were all so confused that he almost couldn't tell the difference 
between pleasure and pain. That cock of his was a giant, sharp sword that 
was cutting both ways! 

He couldn't contain the shout in his throat any more than Michelle could 
stop the gurgling noises coming out of her throat, and her cunt! Her eyes 
looked like they were about to pop out of her head. Was she going to die 
right here on the end of his penis? 

Rick was on the verge of collapse. He was spilling sperm into this woman at 
a rate which utterly terrified him. 

How much cum was there in his balls, anyway? He jerked and he jerked and he 
didn't even have to work at it. His pelvis took its orders directly from his 
dong. And the old cock seemed in no mood to let up! He and Michelle were 
going to ball for hours! Forever! 

"The tailor is ready for you now, sir." 

The two entwined bodies were oblivious to the salesman's words. The poor 
fellow gasped. He should have known when that girl came in with this 
Westerner that such a thing was going to happen! In all his days, he'd never 
seen the likes of her in the nymphomaniac department. He thought she 
sometimes came into the store and hung around the men's department just to 
pick up rich young studs. 

But he backed off discreetly. He really had no complaints. The pair was, 
after all, hidden rather well here behind the underpants rack. Anyway, the 
salesman had to hand it to this chick. The one time, the first time he'd 
brought up the subject or broached the idea of her fucking somewhere else, 
she'd bent over and given him a blowjob without batting an eye. It was the 
best he'd ever had, and besides, the amount of money she spent here 
outfitting her young men was an account he just couldn't do without. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Miriam Tucker sat in front of her dressing table in the bedroom of her 
townhouse. She looked at herself in the mirror mounted behind the perfume 
decanters that filled most of the little table. She had a large collection 
of perfumes, and many of them were very rare and expensive gifts from men 
all over the world. Of course, some were gifts from her women friends. 
Miriam smiled when she thought of her women friends. 

They were particularly precious to her. 

But right now Miriam was not altogether concerned with her friends, her 
collection, or even her looks, which were quite good. She was well into her 
forties now, but she looked nearly a decade younger. She was grateful for 
that, and it was important in her business, but there was something else 
that she felt was important, especially at moments like these: her pussy. 

She was masturbating. Miriam was a compulsive masturbator. Every opportunity 
she had, whether at home or at the office, she slipped her hand into her 
crotch and began to diddle away at her clit, stuff her fingers up her 
vagina, or even play with an object from her immense collection of erotic 
devices. She had dildos from all over the world. And possibly every model of 
vibrator ever manufactured. 

But right now, Miriam seemed content to clasp her clit bud between the thumb 
and forefinger of her left hand. It seemed as pleasurable now as it did way 
back in her girlhood days in the little town of Appleton. 

When she'd come to the conclusion that none of the boys in town could really 
give her any kind of sexual pleasure, she'd turned inward to explore and 
discover her own sexuality. She'd learned a lot. And when she'd left 
Appleton and come to New York, she'd found that she didn't need men at all, 
in fact she never had any desire for them. Miriam had found total 
fulfillment in the world of lesbianism. 

That look, the look of contentment and passion appeared on her face now. Her 
practiced fingers were doing their usual good job of providing stimulus to 
her genitals. She was going to no doubt experience multiple orgasms before 
cocktails were served. Just a faint curiosity crossed her mind before it was 
swept away in a burst of lurid, thrilling sensation. Miriam tensed and 
relaxed at the same time. She sank back into her chair. 

Her fingers slipped! She smiled a smile of satisfaction. That was testimony 
to how wet she could get herself! 

And she loved it! Every bit of it! While most of her old classmates in 
Appleton were probably dry old biddies now, some of them, grandmothers, here 
she was, Miriam Tucker, slathering her cunt and getting off for the 
thousandth time! Hell, she'd long since lost count of the times she'd cum. 
She'd come so far from that damn little hick town. Why the hell did she even 
think about it from time to time? Here she was, not only jerking herself 
into oblivion, she was doing it in the bedroom of her own house in New York 
City and she owned one of the largest model agencies in the town! She was 
one successful dyke, all right! 

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Miriam answered with a moan. That was 
all she was capable of right now. She was on the verge of blowing her pussy 
away. She was going to cum like she hadn't cum all day! 

A second later Michelle was standing right behind her, watching her jerk 
off. Miriam watched the girl's face. 

She looked eager and she looked hungry. Her assistant had a seemingly 
insatiable appetite for sex, any kind of sex! Miriam loved to give the girl 
pleasure, whether it was letting her watch while she masturbated, or 
participating in some lesbian sex. 

"Would you like to finish what I've started here?" Miriam whispered. 

Michelle didn't really have to be asked. She almost dove toward her boss' 
pussy and began to eat with ferocious energy. She was as good with her 
tongue as she was with her fingers. In fact, she was absolutely great with 
any part of her body that gave pleasure at all. And she positively adored 
Miss Tucker, and not just as a boss. The woman had the tastiest old dyke 
pussy she'd ever eaten in her young life, and she'd eaten quite a few. 
Michelle had had her initial lesbian experience long before puberty. 

Michelle worked her mouth-magic on Miriam now. She lolled her boss' clit bud 
on the tip of her tongue. She gnawed. She pecked. She nipped. She heard the 
sweet music of Miriam moaning in ecstasy. 

"You wonderful little dyke bitch, I love you!" Miriam whispered. "You 
bisexual nympho, I couldn't care less how many men you've balled, you have a 
fantastic tongue!" 

Michelle liked to hear such things almost as much as she enjoyed Miriam 
telling her that she was getting a raise. Indeed, sometimes she was 
convinced this little extra duty helped her career no end. Not that she 
considered it much of a duty. She liked nothing better than to eat out 
another woman, though fucking with a man was pretty far up there on the 
scale. 

Michelle slipped a hand down inside her skirt. She was going to get off from 
this, too. And she was so hot in her cunt, she wasn't even sure she needed 
to touch her clit in order to blast herself into a round of orgasms. 

She was drinking Miriam right down! Did her boss ever spurt out the cunt 
juice! Why, Michelle was almost sloshing the stuff around in her throat! 

Miriam was really squirming in her chair now! She held on to the arms for 
dear life, to keep herself on the planet. So wild were the blasts shooting 
up from her cunt she thought she was going to fly right up into the air. 
This little girl she'd hired as her assistant had a vibrator propelled 
tongue, the likes of which was exceedingly rare. Miriam thought she was 
going to scream. She was going to shout as though she'd been pounced upon by 
a gang of raging dyke cheerleaders! However the hell that would feel! 

Michelle was a maniac! Her mouth was ripping at the clit and cunt of the 
lesbian in the chair. Her fingers were working a whole new game on her own 
clit and cunt. And she was still dripping sperm from the afternoon's 
encounter with Rick Dillman! 

Miriam moaned. 

Michelle slathered all over the older woman's crotch. The combination of 
saliva and pussy juice was beginning to run right down onto the carpet! 

Finally, Miriam arched her back like a stricken cat and let out a scream. 
Words of protest formed somewhere in her throat, and she screamed at 
Michelle that she was cumming so much that she just couldn't take any more, 
that she was going to burn up her clit if she didn't stop. 

Michelle knew that was only a signal to keep going. They'd done this before, 
many times, and they had it down to a kind of ritual. Michelle redoubled her 
pussy eating. Miriam remained however tenuously in that chair of hers. She 
was a woman being tortured, forced to suffer excruciatingly delightful 
pleasure. Her clitoris was caught and condemned to be tongued by this 
insurgent young dyke with a manic mouth. Now and again the little bud was 
gnawed between her teeth and Miriam would shout. But she loved it! As 
wonderful and horrible as it was, she loved every bit of it. And yes, she 
had once more lost count of the orgasms that shot out from her clitoris! 

"Enough! Enough!" Miriam finally summoned the energy to blurt out the word, 
to plead for mercy from the darling lesbian who was eating her to death! 

Michelle emerged from the cleft of her boss' crotch. Her face glistened with 
the juice of Miriam's pussy and pubic hairs trailed from her mouth. She 
licked her lips and smiled at the same time. And she kept her finger right 
there inside her pussy. The sight of her boss naked and with legs spread out 
wide before her was such an inspiration, a drive to even greater erotic 
achievement. Michelle just sat on the floor, in the very spot where she had 
sunk to commit cunnilingus upon the elder lesbian. She couldn't move. She 
was totally fixated. 

"May I watch while you dress, please, Miriam?" Michelle asked. 

Miriam smiled. She always enjoyed this little ritual. She was glad that her 
young assistant took so much pleasure in her body. It did wonders for her 
self-esteem. 

"Of course you can, my darling," Miriam said. Then she bent down and planted 
a deep, lingering kiss on the young woman's luscious red lips. 

Miriam looked at her watch. She had to hurry. Guests would be arriving 
shortly and she absolutely had to meet them downstairs for cocktails. This 
was a special evening to some degree. She was going to present her new 
client, as she preferred to say, to some of her old friends. This young man, 
Rick Dillman from Texas, should make something of an impression upon a 
certain few particular guests. Yes, she thought a boy from the West, with a 
certain roughness to his character, would be just what some of her friends 
were looking for in a young acquaintance. 

Miriam perfumed her pussy and then she slipped into a pair of silk panties. 
Over them, she fastened a girdle. 

She almost always wore a girdle. She liked the tight, restraining feeling of 
corsets and waist-cinches and old fashioned feminine undergarments. Miriam 
enjoyed wearing pants, but underneath, she really got off on traditional 
lingerie. Now, even as the garter straps attached to her girdle dangled down 
next to her shapely thighs, Miriam glanced over at her assistant. She 
smiled. Michelle was ensconced on the canopied bed and she was masturbating 
with both hands. Her eyes, of course, were fixated upon Miriam. 

Miriam found a pair of rich, expensive black silk stockings in her dresser 
and pulled them on. As she hitched them up to her garter straps, she heard 
Michelle moaning in orgasm. She had to marvel at that young girl. 

She seemed to have an insatiable appetite for sex, of any kind! 

Miriam finished her dressing by slipping into a pair of black silk slacks 
and a scarlet Chinese tunic. A pair of high heeled patent leather sandals 
completed the ensemble, along with some well-chosen jewelry. Then she walked 
over to the bed and kissed Michelle once more. 

"I hate to even mention business at this point, darling." Miriam said. "But 
will our friend Rick be on time for our little affair?'" Michelle mentioned 
that he would be a bit late. Something about last minute alterations on his 
new tuxedo. 

Miriam recognized the look on her assistant's face. She knew that her young 
friend had indeed known the Texan in a carnal way. She inquired gently as to 
his sexual capacity. 

Michelle didn't actually make a verbal reply. She didn't have to. 

And Miriam knew right away that she had picked a real winner in Rick 
Dillman. She planted another kiss on Michelle's lips and went downstairs to 
join her arriving guests. 

"There's a phone call for you, Miss Tucker," the maid announced as Miriam 
descended the stairs. "A young girl. She asked for her Aunt Miriam." Miriam 
stopped in her tracks. Could it be true? Her brother's daughter? 

What in the world would ever make that girl want to contact her? But she 
went into her study to take the call. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Melanie replaced the phone on the hook. She was shaking. She'd just talked 
to her aunt. Really! And. the woman had invited her to come right to her 
home. Why, she even said to make sure to take a taxi and she would pay for 
it! What Melanie couldn't figure out was why she was shaking so much. It was 
just as if she'd stepped off the bus and had set foot in New York for the 
first time. She'd been shaking then too, but that had been almost four hours 
ago. She'd thought that by this time she'd be an old hand at getting along 
in the big city. Maybe it was just that it was beginning to dawn on her, the 
enormity of what she had done, that is. Even though she was still only in 
the bus terminal, life here was so... so different from back home in 
Appleton. 

Her parents would probably be going out of their skulls by this time. Was 
she beginning to feel sorry for them? Melanie wasn't sure what she felt. She 
looked at herself in the glass of the phone booth door now. 

She watched her reflection carefully. Her face came into focus. She wished 
she had a mirror. There was the ladies' room, of course, but it was hell in 
there. She'd been horrified at the filth and the women who seemed to be 
hanging out in there. No, she knew she wanted something else, something 
better. Her reflection told her that much. She had her looks, all right. 
There was no doubt about that. She was head and shoulders over any woman 
she'd seen in this bus terminal. She had to go ahead with her plan. There 
was no turning back. It was what she had always wanted and now she was here 
to fulfill the ambition. She took just one more gaze in the glass. That 
answered her question about her mother and father. Maybe, if she felt like 
it, she'd send them a note telling them that she was all right. If she 
didn't feel like it, well, they'd see her picture in a magazine sooner or 
later. 

Melanie uncurled her statuesque frame from the telephone booth and walked 
across the terminal waiting room. There were whistles. She heard obscene 
comments from some of the men on the waiting room benches. She loved it! She 
couldn't deny it. The things that bothered other girls so much turned her 
on! She felt so great just thinking that these guys in this ugly bus depot 
thought she was a piece of ass. She walked out into the street and flagged 
down a taxicab. She wasn't shaking any more. She was excited, and confident! 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

The cab ride seemed to take an awfully long time. Melanie kept one eye 
looking out the window as the sights of New York passed by. The scene seemed 
to change every few blocks. From the kind of rundown area near the bus 
terminal, they'd gone to a really classy area of shops and department 
stores. She couldn't believe the clothes displayed in the windows of the 
places. She really was here in New York. 

Those clothes really did look like the ones she'd seen in all those fashion 
magazines! She'd be wearing them soon. She would! She'd promised herself! 

The cab drove on to a neighborhood of great big apartment houses. They 
looked like homes for the rich to Melanie. Uniformed doormen stood outside, 
helping people in and out of limousines and taxis. She'd never seen anything 
like it. 

She'd never seen anything quite like the driver of this taxicab, except in 
that movie about discotheques that she and a couple of her girl friends had 
driven all the way to Buffalo to see. This driver guy sure looked like he 
could dance the night away. What a great looking guy. He was dark and slim 
and handsome, so unlike any of those fat farmer's sons she'd gone to school 
with back in Appleton. This fellow sure didn't say much, either, but when he 
spoke it sounded so different, like he knew what he was talking about. He 
didn't make a fool of himself, or stutter like those footballers in Appleton 
who seemed so awkward in the mere presence of a woman. She couldn't take her 
eyes off him now. And then the question somehow popped into her mind. 

Well, not necessarily into her mind, Melanie knew. She was getting wet! 
Right down there between her legs. 

This tough New York taxi driver was doing it to her! Already her pussy juice 
was on its way to soaking through the new pair of pantyhose she'd just 
bought. She'd had to replace the ones she'd ripped and soaked by 
masturbating back there on the bus. She hadn't thrown them away, they'd be 
so good to smell, to bury her face in the wickedly scented crotch from time 
to time. She loved the sweet smell of her own pussy so much. It made her 
wet' all over when she got a whiff of it! 

Was this taxi driver going to whiff the juice flowing out of her cunt. This 
guy had probably balled dozens of chicks in his life! She'd probably fall 
for him, throw herself on his cock the minute he made a move. That's how 
excited she was. That's how much she thought he looked like a man who could 
give real pleasure to women. He'd know what to do with that weapon between 
his legs, all right. If he'd caused her to soak her panty stockings like 
this and he hadn't even laid a hand on her, imagine what he could do if they 
met in the sack. Melanie gasped. This guy was only a cab driver! What about 
the real cocksmen in this city? They'd drive her up a wall, wouldn't they? 

The guy at the wheel hadn't made a move, but the cab certainly had. They 
were driving slowly through a residential neighborhood now, an area of quiet 
streets that seemed lined with really ritzy-looking houses. 

The driver seemed to be looking for the address that Melanie had given him. 
Could her aunt live in a neighborhood like this? Was she rich or something. 
Melanie hadn't the faintest idea what she did for a living, only that her 
father thought it was something horrible. Maybe her aunt wasn't so bad, 
though. She had thought to send the family a Christmas card last year. 
That's how Melanie had found out where she lived; and she'd copied the 
return address! 

The cab pulled over to the curb. Melanie discovered she was shaking again. 
She tried to control it. But she just didn't know what was in store. 

"I'll be right back with the fare," she said to the cab driver as bravely as 
she could. She really had almost no money left and her aunt had promised to 
pay the price of the cab. That's what she'd said on the phone, hadn't she? 

The driver gave her a really dirty look. Melanie put on the face that she 
knew could get a boy to do anything she wanted. Then she kind of wiggled her 
hips and let her skirt ride up as she got out of the cab. She knew she'd 
shown off the panty line of her pantyhose to the driver. He seemed to get 
off ever so little and calm down, at least as far as his protest about the 
fare. 

So, her magic worked here! New York boys were slaves to their cocks just 
like the guys in Appleton! 

Melanie rushed up the stairs to the front door of the townhouse and rang the 
doorbell. A maid answered in a flash. 

"I'm Melanie. Melanie Tucker," she gasped. 

The maid gave her the once-over just like any horny guy checking out her 
body. 

"Yes, of course," the maid replied in a very quiet voice. "Why don't you 
step inside please. I shall take care of the taxi fare." 

Melanie managed to thank the woman. She couldn't believe it. Her aunt had a 
maid! And one just like those maids in the movies! 

The instant Melanie set foot in the hall of the house she could tell that 
her aunt was loaded with money. As if the maid hadn't tipped her off! But 
this place looked like some kind of art museum. She'd never seen anything 
like it before! And she'd arrived while some kind of party was going on. 
There were murmuring voices drifting in from the next room and she could 
hear the clink of cocktail glasses and the sound of soft piano music. Was 
she shaking? She thought so. But she had to control herself. She had to pull 
herself together. There was a mirror on one wall. Melanie frantically tried 
to make some sense out of the tangle of her hair. At least, she thought it 
was tangled. And were those some wrinkles in her nylon stockings? She tried 
to adjust the waistband of her pantyhose without taking off her skirt. Damn, 
if only she hadn't jerked off on the bus she'd still have stockings that fit 
properly. Now, for this important meeting she had to make do with some 
cheap-looking stockings she'd bought in the bus terminal. And her pussy! 
Could she smell it now? 

She'd really drooled over that crazy cab driver. She sniffed. There didn't 
seem to be any scent of her pussy juice in the air, even though she was 
still flowing a river between her legs. 

The maid brushed past and went into the room where the party was going on. 

Melanie took a deep breath. 

Then a woman came out. She was very tall and blonde. She was dressed in dark 
slacks and a fantastic rich-looking scarlet tunic. She was smiling and yes, 
she did look something quite like Melanie's father! 

"You must be my niece, dear," the woman told her. "How wonderful to have you 
delivered to me like this!" 

Melanie saw a twinkle in the woman's eyes just as she felt outstretched arms 
engulf her. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Miriam couldn't believe the sight in front of her eyes. Or her great good 
luck. To have such a beautiful young woman call her up and announce out of 
nowhere that she was her long lost niece was more than she could have 
thought possible. And this girl certainly was material for her to work with! 
Why, if she'd simply walked into the office some day and asked for a job, 
Miriam probably would have given it to her. 

And there was that other thing, of course. Miriam's pussy, always on the 
lookout for darling young things, was absolutely drooling over this 
material. Was she possibly inclined to swing over to woman to woman love, or 
would she need some convincing? Miriam was surely going to work on her. But 
first she had to find out a few things. What, for example had brought the 
daughter of her asshole brother to her doorstep? And what in the world did 
she expect of her Aunt Miriam? Nobody, but nobody, ever came to Miriam 
Tucker's door without planning to get something for himself. Miriam had 
learned that the hard way. 

"Stand back, darling, and let me have another look at you," Miriam said to 
her niece. She so wanted to feast her eyes on the tender young piece. 

Melanie obliged. Miriam figured that she would, of course. They all did. Her 
eyes gazed over the girl from head to toe. She'd need a lot of work. The 
clothes were almost all wrong. Miriam could tell that her niece had pored 
over fashion magazines, all right. But her clothes were still quite cheap 
and not all that well coordinated. And then there was the makeup and 
hairstyle to be redone. Not much problem there. The girl certainly had the 
potential. The real question was how long it would take Miriam to get her 
tongue into the kid's luscious cunt. To get her finger up her pretty little 
asshole. To feel her tits. And to get her to kneel between her own legs and 
suck! Eat! And make her cum! 

"You and I have an awful lot to talk about, my darling," Miriam said. "Why 
don't we go upstairs to my study for a while. I'll have the maid send up 
some drinks if you like. And of course, I'm sure you'll want to take a bath 
and change clothes. You must have had an exhausting trip." 

Melanie thanked her aunt. This was more than she had ever hoped for. To 
think she was going to actually stay in this wonderful house! If only her 
friends back in Appleton could see her now! 

Miriam led the girl upstairs. Actually, she followed her niece as she walked 
to a room. She just couldn't take her eyes off that fantastic ass on the 
girl. Or her tits. Or her legs. She hoped to hell that Michelle wasn't going 
to get jealous. 

Melanie glimpsed the party as she ascended the staircase. She didn't want to 
take her eyes off the sight. It sure looked like something she'd seen in a 
movie. There were handsome men in tuxedos and women in long dresses. And 
those women were just like the ones she wanted to look like: so well dressed 
and made up. How would she ever learn? Could her aunt teach her? Would she? 
She'd sure seemed nice enough. 

She really seemed to be going out of her way right now for her, leaving the 
party and all just to come upstairs and make her comfortable. She could have 
had the maid do it. 

It was all too much. First she'd been shaking back there in the bus station! 
Then she'd called this woman who'd turned out to be incredibly rich and 
everything. She was having a formal party in her house and it wasn't even a 
holiday. It wasn't even a weekend! And now she, little old Melanie Tucker, 
was being taken under the wing of this woman, or so it seemed. What in the 
world could happen to her next? Melanie recalled her pussy. It was still 
wet. Too bad about that cab driver. He'd sure looked like a good prospect. 
But then again this was New York City and there were sure to be plenty of 
opportunities for her to exercise the muscles of her vagina. She couldn't 
wait! 

Melanie felt her aunt's hand on her shoulder as she was ushered into a 
bedroom. 

"This will be yours, my darling," the woman said. "Now make yourself 
comfortable and let me know if you need anything." 

"Thank you, Aunt Miriam," Melanie replied. She leaned over to kiss her aunt 
on the cheek, but the-woman presented her lips to be kissed instead. Melanie 
was surprised that she found her aunt's lips lingering on her own. It was 
almost like a boy's kiss, except that it was much more tender. She also 
expected the woman to go back downstairs now to rejoin the party, but she 
made no move. 

Miriam's pussy had sprung to life the minute she'd set eyes on her niece, 
but after that kiss it was positively gushing with juice. Her lovely silk 
panties were well on their way to being soaked through. No doubt she'd have 
to go back to her dressing room and change her lingerie before the evening 
was over. Maybe she could ask Melanie here for some assistance. After all, 
as part of her training the girl ought to learn the proper way of lacing up 
a corset. What was this? Was darling Melanie too embarrassed to shed her 
clothes in front of old Aunt Miriam? 

"Don't mind me, Melanie," she instructed. "Go right ahead and undress. I 
just have to look at you. I just have to feast my eyes on your beauty." 

This gorgeous, stylish woman had said that to. her? She'd heard the lady all 
right, hadn't she? Melanie's head was swimming. This was almost too good to 
be true! But did her aunt really want her to take off her clothes in front 
of her? Melanie watched the woman. She certainly didn't seem to be about to 
leave the room. But she wasn't about to attack her, either. 

"Come on now, Melanie darling," Miriam said. "You don't have to be bashful 
with me. Do you happen to know what I do for a living?" 

Melanie admitted that she didn't know. 

Miriam explained. And as she did so, she watched her niece's reaction. The 
poor darling's jaw practically dropped to her knees when she mentioned that 
she might make a good model. Melanie couldn't even say a word in reply. And 
somehow Miriam knew that she had touched the chord, that her young niece had 
come all this way from Appleton to pursue the very career that she was 
capable of providing. It was more than a coincidence! It was a miracle! 

And yes, Melanie's skirt did drop to the floor. Her blouse was undone and 
cast onto the bed. Miriam smiled when she noticed the stain of pussy juice 
in the crotch of Melanie's pantyhose. Her niece was sexed, all right. She 
wondered what the stimulus had been for that particular gusher. A man? A 
woman was probably too much to hope for at this stage of the girl's life. 
After all, she had just arrived from Appleton. 

"What beautiful breasts you have, Melanie darling," Miriam said as she 
reached out to touch her nieces tits. 

Melanie cooed at the contact. No woman had ever touched her like this 
before. Up till now, she had only played with her nipples herself. But her 
aunt's caress was so gentle, so loving! And the sensations were the same, so 
thrilling and arousing. Why, they shot all the way down to between her legs. 
What was this woman doing to her? Was her pussy juice flowing again? She was 
wet once more! And she hadn't been thinking about men at all! She'd only 
been telling herself how wonderful her aunt was for treating her like this. 
And now she was getting so excited! So aroused by a woman, and such a 
beauty. Aunt Miriam possessed striking good looks for a woman her age. And 
Melanie knew that the Tucker family resemblance was there. 

It existed between her and this woman, her aunt. This darling, charming 
lady! She'd never been made to feel like this by any woman before! Or by any 
man! 

Miriam couldn't help herself. She was practically panting with desire for 
this ripe young thing. She wanted so much to have her for herself, at least 
once before the crazy dicks and dykes in this town got into her pants! 

She'd never been so up front about making advances to another woman before, 
at least one who wasn't openly lesbian. But she felt that she had this 
beauty in her power. That she was still very impressionable. 

That she might just be so intrigued with the idea of lesbian contact that 
she would consent. 

Miriam had a hand on each of Melanie's tits now. She was caressing them 
gently yet firmly, making them over, it seemed in her own mold. The 
blossoming breasts were firm and tender at the same time, and the little 
buds of their nipples were becoming more erect every second. Miriam could 
tell from the look on her niece's face that she had succumbed, that she had 
passed the point of curiosity to a state of enjoyment. The girl probably 
diddled herself this way all the time. So far, so good. But Miriam was 
lubricating her pussy at a furious rate. This session of lesbian intercourse 
was going to have to turn out to be something more than a little 
tit-fondling. She wanted pussy! Prime young cunt was what Miriam had to 
have! And an old dyke couldn't get much of that in a city like New York! 

"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Miriam asked in a low voice. 

Melanie shook her head. Make love to a woman! The thought shot through her 
head. Female homosexuality! Lesbianism! Was this all for real? Was this aunt 
of hers real? Or was she living in some kind of dream? But then there were 
those wanton, lovely, lascivious sensations shooting out from her breasts to 
every part of her body. And her pussy! It already felt as though she'd been 
fingering herself. And she hadn't so much as put a hand down near her cunt! 

Miriam began to whisper other things into the ear of her niece, wonderfully 
charming words about how beautiful she was, how sensual she was to the 
touch. And all the while she kept up her caresses, her kisses. 

She lulled this young beauty. She calmed her even as she aroused her. She 
strained to catch a glimpse of her glistening blonde pubic bush. 

"A woman lover can be so much more gentle than a man," Miriam whispered. "A 
woman knows how to give another woman real pleasure. Only a woman can know 
what places in a woman's body are the most sensitive, the most sexual. And 
only a woman cares enough to give another woman real pleasure." 

A wave of anger joined the wonderful sensations flooding into Melanie's 
consciousness. But the anger was not directed at her aunt. Melanie was mad 
at those crude, disgusting boys back on the Appleton football team. What 
they had tried to do to her body! How they had used her only as a tool for 
their own pleasure! 

Sure, they'd told her how beautiful she was, and then they'd go right in and 
just dump a load of their cum in her cunt! 

Melanie sighed with pleasure. Her aunt was showing her things, feeling her 
breasts with more sensitivity than even she had achieved in her hours of 
self-stimulation. Of course she was wetting her pussy over her aunt. How 
could she help it? And why should she be ashamed of it? Didn't everyone here 
in New York strive to attain pleasure any way they could? She hadn't arrived 
here a moment too soon. 

"Will you teach me about my pussy, Aunt Miriam?" Melanie cried. "Will you 
show me how to get real pleasure?" 

"Of course, my darling," Miriam answered. She nearly keeled over as well. 
This seduction had been almost too easy. This younger generation was really 
something else. To think of all the trouble she'd had to go to just to snag 
some old dyke queens when she'd first come to New York! Here was a genuine 
invitation! 

Miriam reached one of her exquisitely manicured fingers right down to 
Melanie's crotch. She was really well practiced and knew exactly where to 
place the finger. 

Melanie jumped in her aunt's embrace. Her clitoris! Her aunt had put her 
finger right on the little bud! She felt she was about to blast off! Nothing 
like this had ever happened so fast! Spasms drowned any other feelings she 
had in her crotch. She couldn't even feel the gush of her pussy juice any 
longer. It was all dissolving in a strange warmth, a kind of fire that she 
had never even thought possible. This woman seemed to know more about her 
pussy than she did. 

Miriam knew she had a slave in her arms now, a slave of love who was going 
to be treated with tender, loving care, whose femaleness was going to reach 
fruition under her tutelage. And she was going to love so much every moment 
of instructing this beauty in the arts of lesbian love, as much as she was 
going to love redoing her in her own image. And she was going to start 
tonight! 

Miriam knelt down and put her face to her niece's crotch. She kept working 
away at the girl's clitoris with her fingers even as she breathed deeply the 
scent emanating from her cunt. Then, she moved closer to plant a deep, 
lingering kiss on the vagina. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Rick Dillman had never worn a tuxedo before. But it took him only one glance 
in the mirror to decide that he looked like a million bucks. And the martini 
glass in his hand sure added a lot of class. Was it ever a step up from 
swilling beer from a can! 

Rick looked around. This party sure was something else! This Miss Tucker 
really had style. And it looked as though every one of her guests really did 
have a million bucks - or more. Just the jewels dangling around the necks of 
the women in this place were enough to give a guy a hardon. 

Not that Rick didn't have a hardon. He was glad the tuxedo pants weren't cut 
too tightly. He had nine inches up already and he wasn't sure where it was 
going to stop. The only problem with these women was that he probably 
wouldn't be able to fuck them all. But he was going to give it a try! 

He was standing next to a mirror, but he took his eyes off himself to watch 
as a dark, tall women ranged up to him. A flash of stockinged legs appeared 
from a slit on the side of her skirt. A diamond dangled from a black ribbon 
round her neck. At least he thought it was a diamond. Rick couldn't imagine 
that any chick in this place would be wearing a fake anything. And she 
seemed to have a couple more on her fingers. Rick wondered how much her 
pussy was worth. If it was anything like the hair on her head, that pubic 
bush should be nice and dark and silky. Just the way he liked them! He had 
to laugh. Didn't he like them every way? 

She introduced herself. 

Rick told her his name. 

She mentioned something about his not coming from New York. She could tell 
by the way he talked. But she didn't seem to have much interest in pursuing 
the conversation. She had her eyes on Rick's crotch. He looked down. Sure 
enough. The old banger down there had set its head to the task. These pants 
might be pretty loose, but it was showing off just the same. He'd even 
popped that sexy French Men's bikini that Michelle had picked out for him 
this afternoon. 

"Will you get me another drink?" the woman asked. 

"Sure," Rick answered. He began to walk to the bar. She followed. 

"Not that way," she said. "This way." She was pointing in the other 
direction. 

Rick didn't know exactly what she had in' mind, but he was more than willing 
to do anything a woman like this asked of him. And before he knew it, he and 
the woman were alone together in a tiny sitting room off the entrance hall. 

She locked the door and perched herself on a small upholstered stool. 

Rick watched. His cock waited. He kind of figured out what was going to 
happen. His instincts never failed him at times like this. 

Sure enough, in another second she had that slit skirt of hers spread apart 
and her legs stretched out. 

"Eat my pussy!" she ordered. 

Rick didn't need an order. He dove in. His tongue was hanging out, ready to 
vibrate this bitch into such orgasms she'd pass out. He set his cocktail 
down, knelt in front of her and grabbed her by her knees. She was ready for 
him, of course. These New York nymphos were something else! This one was 
spurting enough pussy juice to drown a less experienced cocksman. And her 
crotch was clean shaven and perfumed, and just for good measure, she was 
wearing a garter belt and stockings. For better access, Rick thought. The 
cunt wouldn't want to rip any tights or pantyhose when she got horny and had 
to get out of them fast. 

He laid himself to the task at hand with gusto. In no time, his tongue was 
doing a number on her clit, and worming its way far up into her vaginal 
passage. He could hear her sighing and moaning and she was practically 
tearing his hair out, trying to hold onto him. He was eating her out Texas 
style, and she was loving every bit of it! Some New York fairy couldn't do 
it half as well! For good measure, Rick unzipped his pants and whipped his 
cock out. He began pounding his meat with a passion. He was in the middle of 
a sex fantasy and he wanted to take full advantage of it. 

The bitch started to cum in no time. She began to flail her arms and her 
legs and Rick had to hold her down to the chair by his mouth alone. She was 
a wild one! She knew it, too. She had her hands pressed tightly over her 
mouth to stifle the screams. How considerate, Rick thought. But he pressed 
his tongue attack, daring her to keep quiet even as she passed the point 
where he knew she was achieving multiple orgasms. 

She finally collapsed. Well, sort of. Rick figured you couldn't keep a piece 
of ass down like this for long, and he was right. No sooner had she 
recovered than she was sitting up straight, looking fresh as ever. She took 
a sip of the champagne she'd brought in with her. 

"I want to blow you," she said, in a voice as serious as ever. 

It was an offer Rick wouldn't have dreamed of refusing, and a second later 
all nine inches plus of his rock hard dong were buried between her full red 
lips. She took all of him! Right up to the hilt! And she sucked with such 
force he thought every bit of him was going to vanish down that gaping mouth 
of hers. This bitch must have invented fellatio. 

Rick's cock was caught in a sucking machine! This cunt had really turned the 
tables on him, all right. It was his turn to be killed with too much 
pleasure. He was floating somewhere near the ceiling, tethered only by the 
tenuous connection of his cock to the planet earth. 

Rick wanted to scream. His balls were working up to a monumental blast! He 
was going to drown this piece of ass! He was going to shoot so much cum into 
her she'd be shooting it out of her ears, her cunt, her asshole! 

She took her fingers and started to diddle his cock and balls even as she 
held the dong in her mouth.. She wasn't letting anything out of her control! 
She must come from Texas, Rick thought. This was a tremendous blowjob he was 
getting! 

But he didn't have much energy left to think with. This cunt was sucking the 
very life force out of him, right through the tip of his cock! Then his 
pelvis jerked. And jerked again! Rick knew the first round was over. He was 
too far gone to control himself now. The sperm gate had burst and he was 
running a torrent right down his cock. It was hot! White! Wicked! And even 
in his state of half-consciousness, he could see the bitch flinch as the 
blast hit her right in the back of the throat. Then there was another blast! 
Then a third! 

But she was fantastic! She was taking him! She jerked her head in time to 
his cock! The two of them were doing a dance together. And did he ever love 
it! 

When she'd finally drunk her fill and he'd shot the last of his wad for the 
time being, she drew back from his cock. The thing was still quite rigid and 
she gazed at it lovingly and with appreciation. 

"You were delicious," she observed. "That cum of yours is better than this 
champagne." But that didn't stop her from taking another sip to wash him 
down. 

Rick just sat still for a moment trying to recuperate. This woman had sucked 
him nearly to death! But his nine inches were still there, a little drained, 
maybe, but cocksman that he was, Rick figured he'd be ready for another go 
round before too long. 

There was a knock at the door. The woman smiled before getting up to answer 
it. 

Rick nearly did die now. There was a stunning redhead at the door, and she 
was coming his way! She was wearing a white silk shirt and black velvet 
pants. Or rather she was taking them off! A gold buckle came undone and the 
pants fell to the floor. 

Why, Rick asked himself, would such a piece of ass ever keep such beautiful 
legs under wraps. Panty stockings covered them too, but they were coming off 
quickly. A flaming red bush leaped out at him. And it was glistening with 
pussy juice. Rick knew this cunt was ready for him. He had to get ready for 
her. He smacked his lips. He looked at his cock. He knew he was up to the 
task! 

Michelle desperately needed a penis, or a pussy. Even a dildo would do right 
now, she thought. It was just that she didn't think her fingers could hold 
out much longer. They'd been flailing away at her cunt for such a long time. 
And she'd lost count of the times she'd cum. But she wanted to cum even 
more! Just the sight of Rick doing numbers on all those women was driving 
her crazy. She'd never considered herself much of a voyeur before, but 
sitting here at the little peephole and looking into the tiny sitting room 
was sure turning her into one. 

She was struggling to keep quiet too. But even if she began to shout and 
moan, she was certain that the cries of the women being balled by Rick 
Dillman might just drown her out. That guy was a cocksman of the highest 
order. She had to laugh. Miss Tucker, her boss, really knew how to pick them 
and she never indulged in cock herself. That woman must really have an eye 
for something as far as men were concerned, though. 

Michelle took some consolation in the fact that she'd balled Rick this 
afternoon in that store. But she wanted him again! She have to break into 
the lineup somehow! She just had to! 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Melanie was taking a bath now, in the most luxurious bathroom she'd ever 
seen. It was even more elegant than the one with the sunken bathtub that the 
doctor's daughter had back in Appleton. And here she was surrounded by an 
ocean of bubbles. 

Miriam looked on. She washed her niece's back with a huge soft sponge and 
she massaged the girl's neck with her fingers. She'd just put away the water 
jet after making the girl cum. She sighed. There was so much to teach this 
girl and so little time in which to do it. Once those men and women 
downstairs got onto the fact that there was a piece of ass like Melanie 
newly arrived in town, then it would be all over. The poor girl would have 
no peace. They'd do their best to wear out her clitoris, her vagina, her 
anus, any organ or orifice that provided any pleasure at all. 

At least, Miriam thought, she'd been able to give her niece a couple of 
beautiful orgasms: one with her tongue, another with the water jet. Tomorrow 
she'd introduce the girl to anal penetration, gently at first, with a 
well-greased enema. But now it was time to get her ready for joining the 
party downstairs. 

Miriam helped Melanie out of the bath and began to dry her with a huge soft 
towel. Gently, she caressed her breasts once more, and took care to see that 
her ass cheeks were powdered. Then she offered some perfume to the young 
girl and suggested she scent her pubic bush. She seemed eager to obey. 

A careful selection of clothing followed. Melanie's clothing would have to 
go, her aunt had decided. Thank goodness Michelle was about the same size. 
Her wardrobe would have to do until a shopping trip could be arranged. 

Melanie was stunned and fascinated by the garments her aunt provided her. 
Real silk underwear! Panties and a brassiere that must have been incredibly 
expensive. And a garter belt of real lace. She thought that was kind of 
funny, until her aunt assured her that it was not only more comfortable and 
feminine, but it was the New York fashion as well. And she offered her real 
silk stockings with seams up the back! A lush and soft silk dress completed 
the outfit, along with a pair of shoes with heels so high Melanie thought at 
first she was going to fall over. But she knew that mastering little things 
like this would help her so much to make a career here in New York. 

Miriam applied makeup discreetly to her niece's face. The girl must look 
natural and inviting, she had decided. She must bring with her the goodness, 
the freshness which the countryside imparted. 

And when she was finished, Miriam stepped back to look at her creation. Her 
pussy drooled over her niece. 

She had in fact cum. Melanie had played with her clitoris with her fingers 
after she had eaten the girl's pussy and though the handjob had been 
somewhat amateurish, it had been so sincere and loving that Miriam had 
actually blasted herself into an orgasm. 

Miriam planted a final, loving, lingering kiss on the beauty's mouth and 
then the two of them went out to join the party. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

"Don't you ever get tired of that?" Miriam asked. "No," Michelle gasped. 
"But I do like variety. You know, mouths, penises, vibrators, and other 
people's fingers." 

Michelle didn't take her fingers out of her pussy for even a second. She 
knew her boss loved to watch her masturbate. 

"How's our Texan discovery doing?" Miriam inquired. 

Michelle had her eyes glued to the peephole. 

"He's working on his sixth. He's one of the best I've ever seen. He's 
fucking and sucking like a mad man. 

And the women are in pretty good form this evening too. They're giving a lot 
of blowjobs." 

She strained at the tiny viewing area. A statuesque older woman was astride 
Rick Dillman's face She was having the hell eaten out of her and she was 
screaming her head off. 

"Have they all signed their chits?" Miriam asked. 

"Yes," Michelle answered. "He's with the Senator's wife now." 

"Watch her," Miriam instructed. "She owes us an awful lot and I want to make 
sure we collect. You carry on here. I'm going out to introduce our new 
client, my niece, to some of the guests. And I want you to know I borrowed 
some of your clothes for her. She arrived quite out of the blue. And she's 
quite beautiful. I'm sure you'll want to meet her soon." 

Michelle felt a twinge of jealousy already and she. hadn't even laid eyes on 
the girl. She was going to want to do more than just meet her if she was any 
kind of beauty at all! And she was going to have to be careful of her 
position in Miss Tucker's organization. Michelle didn't want any bitch 
horning in on her. But right now she was too horny herself to worry much 
about the new girl in town. She was jacking off like crazy, working at her 
clit with her eyes on Rod Dillman's dick. Every once in a while some guy 
came along who swept her off her feet. And Rod was that guy, for now anyway. 
The way they'd balled back in the store this afternoon had been a real get 
off! 

Miriam had taken her niece in tow and was introducing her to a number of the 
male guests. They were all unfailingly polite and solicitous of the young 
woman, and each man in turn cast a look of longing Miriam's way after the 
introduction. 

Melanie thought she was on another planet. All the attention she was 
getting! It was as though she'd somehow just landed from outer space. And 
the atmosphere she was breathing, drinking in, was all so new to her. She 
was truly in a different world, but a comforting one where all her dreams 
seemed about to come true. And she had fallen into the arms of a wonderful 
woman, her aunt, who seemed to love her so much, who seemed to want to care 
for her and teach her. She'd already given her a lesson in love upstairs 
there in the bedroom and then again in the bath. 

Melanie breathed deeply. Her pussy was drooling again! She knew it! It 
wasn't just the feel of real silk and lace on her thighs and in her crotch! 
It was her aunt! It was all these well-dressed men and women who knew 
everything there was to know about the arts of love and from whom she would 
learn. She wanted them to take her now! She wanted to feel their penises, 
their pussies. She wanted to use her fingers and her tongue and her cunt to 
give them pleasure as well, to make them realize somehow that she was a real 
contender among them. That she was one of them! 

Melanie felt her crotch was on fire now. The cooling perfume and silk that 
Miriam had swathed her genitals in was beginning to wear off, burned away by 
the fires of lust. A weird mixture of anger and passion began to make itself 
felt in Melanie's consciousness. Anger that she had been deprived of this 
life for so long. 

Passion and determination to make up for that deprivation. She looked around 
the room. The men and the women enticed her. Melanie knew she wasn't going 
to wait any longer. What her aunt had done to her upstairs had only been the 
beginning. She stared to think in obscene phrases. Vulgar words, bathroom 
words streamed through her mind. Her dress became very, very warm and heavy, 
stifling in fact. She wished so much to take it off, tossed her clothes and 
show this assemblage her beautiful body. 

And then she saw him. He was beautiful. He came from another room and he was 
zipping up his fly as he walked. But there was a bulge in his pants still. 
Melanie thought: there's a man who knows how to use his thing. She became 
fixated upon his crotch. He still had plenty left to give, she decided. 

Their eyes seemed to meet in the crowd. She had to have him, she knew. 
Suddenly there was no more noise in the room. The voices, the music, the 
clink of cocktail glasses. It all ceased to exist for her. She walked toward 
the man. One foot in front of the other. There was a slit in the side of her 
skirt and she made sure that the guy caught a glimpse of her stockinged leg. 
There was no problem. 

"What's your name?" she asked him. 

"Rod," he answered. 

An age old instinct told her what to do next. She held out the wine glass 
her aunt had given her. 

"Would you mind getting me a refill?" she asked, in her most seductive 
voice. 

The man stood stark still for a second. 

"Sure," he answered. He seemed to head over toward the bar. 

"This way," she directed. Melanie assumed she could take him up to that 
bedroom where she was supposed to spend the night. Hell, she damn well was 
going to take him there. 

She ascended the stairs, sniffing the air for a trace of the scent of her 
pussy. She felt the juice had dribbled all the way down to the tops of her 
stockings by now. And she loved it! Every bit of it! If all of Appleton 
could see her now! 

Melanie glanced over her shoulder. Rod was right behind her. Soon he would 
be inside her. 

Aunt Miriam stood at the foot of the stairs. Melanie could see that she was 
smiling. 

Michelle rushed up to Miriam Tucker. She had to speak to the boss. She 
pulled her pussy-pungent fingers from her mouth. 

"Are you going to let that happen?" she asked Miriam. "What about the paying 
customers?" 

Miriam just turned to her assistant. She was as calm as could be. In fact, 
she was pleased. She had made two great discoveries today. The investment 
would return itself in a short enough time. Just because two of her 
"employees" were going to enjoy themselves for one evening wouldn't ruin her 
business, despite what her zealous, and jealous assistant might think. 

Of course, Miriam was a real businesswoman. She knew very well that she had 
to keep her workers happy. 

She gave Michelle the look she always wore before they engaged in a session 
of lesbian love. 

"Let them have their own way for one night, darling," Miriam said. "After 
all, they do seem to be made for each other." 

Then she put a hand on Michelle's breast and led her upstairs to fuck. 

EPILOGUE Michelle never found a substitute for or a successor to Rick 
Dillman. She never looked for one, and casual drop-in studs had little 
appeal for her. 

Her fortune grew, and she shared it with Rick. He drove the best and the 
latest sports cars, and wore the latest fashion clothes. It was a far cry 
from the poverty of his Texas childhood. 

What the hell, Rick philosophized, what's the difference between being born 
with money, or being born with a big dong and the stamina and expertise to 
use it to get your share of worldly goods? 


THE END
