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Pussy Power Galore ....(77k)    by William Reed

FOREWORD

It started off routinely enough. Tom Mason was used to receiving mysterious phone calls from clients who preferred to remain in the background. As a private investigator, he had met all types of clients, and he'd done all kinds of work for them.

But this case proved to be altogether different. Jason Farmer seemed to have a lot of enemies, and all of them were women. Yet, none of these women would volunteer any information. Tom had to take them to bed before they would even give him the time of day!

At first, Tom didn't think much of it. He was a good looking guy; women often did lines for him. But, the deeper he got into the case, the more he became swamped in sex. From call girls, he moved on to sincere amateurs, to a hippie love fest, and into heavy lesbian scenes where he was tolerated as the token male.

After a while, he almost lost track of the job he was supposed to be doing. Now and then he would fasten onto a piece of stray information, but for the most part, he just concentrated on satisfying all the women vying to be 'interrogated.'

He reached the logical conclusion in the case, but not before he had been reduced to a shadow of his former self. Even then, he wanted to do nothing more than prolong his investigations!

CHAPTER ONE

Tom Mason stretched and sat back in his swivel chair. Business was slack. His bank balance was wilting like a flower in the desert. But if he got another lost husband case, he vowed to refuse it.

There was nothing quite so dull as a lost husband. If a man wanted to leave his woman, he told her so. Only the most meager of husbands saw fit to slink into the night.

He yawned and lit another cigarette. Then he thought, with the rent on his office due, maybe he ought to take it. Not that anything was being offered. Tom liked to be ahead of the game. If someone called and told him to find her husband, he would double the price. That should do it.

The phone was dusty. How long had it been? Two weeks without an income. That was the price you paid for blowing your money on women. But then again, what was money for if not for women?

He shrugged and tried to think about something else. The phone rang. For a moment he let his hand hover over the receiver, just to make sure they weren't the jingle bells of his mind. It rang again.

"I want you to come down to Piper Island," said a deep voice after he had introduced himself as Jason Farmer. "Five hundred dollars has been deposited in your name at First City bank. Use them to get here. Fast."

Tom scrambled through the procedure and was in Piper Island before he knew it, facing a middle-aged man with a problem.

"Somebody wants me dead," Jason Farmer said. "There have been two attempts on my life. I want you to find out who that somebody is. Till then I'll be in hiding."

"Is that all you can tell me?"

"Two years ago I found a treasure trove. It's been in litigation since then. The state wants its share. Too much of a share, I'm afraid. Recently me and my partners found another treasure trove. Gold and silver coins. We dumped it back into the sea."

"What for?"

"I want to see how the litigation turns out. If I get the treasure which I found two years ago, then I'll go back for this new treasure."

"Are you the only one who knows exactly where you dumped this treasure?" Mason asked.

"My partners know."

Tom lit a cigarette. "Now someone is trying to kill you. One of your partners?"

"It looks like it," Farmer said. He licked his lips and Tom finally saw the sea-green murk of fear that clouded the man. "I think I'll be the first. Then the killer will knock off the other two. That will leave him, or her, in sole possession."

"Did you say her?" Tom said, mashing out his cigarette.

"Yes. There are four of us. Harold James, Milly Burns and Lynn Fair. They weren't with me on the expedition two years ago. I was alone that time with a crew I'd hired for the ship."

"Why did you take on partners this time?"

Tom asked.

"Simple. I was broke. Harold, Milly and Lynn chipped in and we agreed to share everything four ways, each one getting an even split. Now one of the three wants it all."

"Got a pad and pen?"

"I have."

"Write down the names and addresses of your partners."

Jason Farmer did as he was asked, then tore off the top sheet of paper and gave it to Tom Mason.

"How was the attempt made?" Tom asked.

"Someone took a shot at me."

"Where?"

"I'd rather not say."

"I'd rather you did say."

"I was leaving a friend's house. She has an apartment in Miami Beach just off Collins Avenue. I suppose you want her name? Nita Billing."

"Good old Nita," Tom said.

"You know her?"

"We're old friends," Tom said. "She's originally from New York. Moved here a few years ago."

"Well, you know what she is," Jason Farmer said, grinning. "A madam. I was visiting her for the usual reasons. She has nice girls in her stable. They're clean. When I left a car drove by and a shot rang out. Missed me by inches. I went back to Nita's for a shot of whiskey. I was really shaken!"

"Did you call the police?"

"No. I can't have the cops in on this. The treasure, you know. The secret must be kept. At least until the courts decide who gets the treasure."

"Okay," Tom said, getting to his feet. "How do I get in touch with you?"

"You don't. I'll get in touch with you."

"Through that female I called before?"

"Maybe." Farmer's eyes glittered. "Don't forget, Mason, you're working for me. Don't try to find me. Someone might tail you to me. I don't want to end up dead." He was a solidly built man with good shoulders. He got to his feet and walked to the door. He turned the knob and craned his neck, looked back at Tom and grinned. "When that five hundred runs out I'll send you more."

"How?"

"Through that telephone number." Farmer walked out.

Tom waited five minutes, then put on his sports jacket, went downstairs and walked to Landmark Street and rented a car. Then he drove up North Collier Blvd. and across the new bridge and into U.S. 41.

Nita Billing was forty-two, but didn't look it. She was tall and slim with high, firm, adolescent breasts. She had light brown hair that came down to her shoulders. She had on a kimono that ended mid-thigh. She had tanned legs. They were long and sleek. Her thighs were curvy.

She opened the door wider and Tom walked in. It was a lush living room with thick carpets, nudes on the walls, overstuffed chairs and a button tufted sofa.

"What brings you to Florida?" Nita asked. She was delighted to see Tom. "Want a drink?"

Tom sat down, shaking his head. "It's business that brings me here, Nita. But I'm glad to see you."

She went to a portable bar and made herself a drink. "I'm not a stoolie."

"Nothing like that," Tom said. "My client mentioned your name. Jason Farmer. Someone took a shot at him when he left here."

"I know Jason very well. A helluva nice guy."

"Want to tell me about it?"

Nita shrugged her shoulders. The kimono opened slightly and Tom saw the inner curves of her small breasts. "Nothing much to tell. He had a session with Mia. She's a redhead. Jason-likes redheads. He left. A few minutes later he's back and shaking like he had the palsy. I gave him some whiskey. He told me somebody took a shot at him. Then he made me promise not to mention it to anyone. I'm telling you because he already told you."

"Did you hear anything?"

"No. I'm high up."

"You think he was telling the truth?"

"I don't know. I didn't think about it." She put her glass down and came over to where Tom was sitting. She had sea-green eyes. "You're too tense, Tom. You need some relaxation."

"You've become too rich for my blood since coming down here," Tom said. "I'm a poor man, Nita."

"Not that poor. But for old times' sake, you can have it for free. I like the things you do for a girl."

"Not right away," Tom said. "Give me a rain check. Tell me about Mia. You say she's a redhead and Farmer-likes redheads?"

"That's right. He came several times just for Mia."

"Is she here now?"

"No. Donna is here. She's a blonde. Want to try your luck with her? She's sweet like sugar."

"Can you get Mia down here? Or give me her address? I want to talk to her."

"Sure," Nita said. "I'll give you her address.

Later." Nita's meaning was clear.

Tom grinned at her. "So that's how you want to play it."

"It's been a dull morning. I want some action. What the hell, Tom? I never knew you to turn down some ass."

"I wanted to check Farmer's story out," Tom said. "I want to make sure he's on the level. You know how I hate to be played for a patsy. Okay, Nita. Lead the way to the salt mines."

"Donna," Nita called out.

A door opened and a tall blonde walked in. She had on a halter and shorts. She had sullen lips.

"Stay here," Nita said. "I'm going to be busy."

Donna went to the bar as Tom followed Nita into the bedroom.

A large window framed sky and sea. Blue upon blue.

Nita removed her kimono. She was nude. She put her hands on her hips. "How do I look?"

Tom looked at her nakedness. "You never change," he complimented her. "You'll always have a young body." He had been to bed with Nita before and knew what she was capable of. She had solid breasts that were high and small with pink nipples. Her belly was flat. Her thighs were sleek and her legs were long. Her body was deliciously tanned.

He undressed and they got into bed.

They embraced and kissed. Then Tom started to feel her body as if trying to refresh his memory. He fondled her breasts and tweaked her nipples. The pink dots became hard. He felt her belly and her hips. He stroked her long thighs. He ran his hand down her legs and up again, over her mound, up her belly and onto her jutting breasts. He leaned over and kissed her tits. He closed his lips over a nipple and she sighed and ran her slim fingers through his black hair.

He sucked the nipple and she got terribly hot.

He wanted to mount her, but she stopped him.

"You used to be quite a lover," she reminded him.

"I still am," he insisted.

"You used to know how to use your mouth," she murmured.

He grinned. "Want to get frenched?"

"The back first," she whispered.

He ran his hand down her back and onto her buttocks. He saw movement out of the corner of his eyes and saw Donna, the blonde, framed in the doorway. "Don't mind me," she said. "I got bored doing nothing."

Nita wiggled her ass. "Come on, start the action."

Tom ducked his head and kissed the taut buttocks. He licked the tanned skin. Then he separated her buttocks to expose the red puckered ass-hole. His tongue ran down the ravine and up again. He tantalized the elastic ring of her rectum and she moaned. His tongue inched into the dark passage and Nita gasped. He delved deeply into the humid entrance and wiggled his tongue about.

Cries of ecstasy escaped from Nita's lips. She moved her cunt against the bed. "Feels so good. Oh, yes. Feels so good. Don't stop! Please!"

He moved his tongue in and out of her ass-hole.

Nita felt her cunt oozing passion cream. She wanted his mouth on her pussy. But she was terribly hot and she had to come soon or she would burst. So she kept rubbing her cunt against the bed and the friction was getting to her. Inch by trembling inch she was approaching the ultimate explosion. "Oh, oh, oh!" Hot flashes seared her squirming body. She cried out and reached the shuddering completion.

He lifted his head and she turned over. She spread her thighs. "Now eat my pussy."

Tom dived for her muff. He cupped her buttocks and his mouth glued itself to the raw flesh. His tongue speared like a dart inside the orifice. He felt the lubricated walls close in on his tongue. He licked and probed and Nita squirmed her slender young girl's body and she brought her hands to her own breasts and played with them. She fingered her hard nipples and moaned. Her cunt was bleeding elixir and the flesh was tremulous. "Eat it," she cried. "Suck my pussy! I want to come in your mouth!"

His tongue found the frantic muscle of her clitoris and tantalized it. He sucked it in and she gasped and sobbed. He sucked hard on the soaking red meat. He sucked and juices ran.

Nita twisted her nipples, bruising them, and her thighs trembled. She pivoted her hips. "Arghhh!"

Tom lifted his head and loomed over her. He measured his hard body against hers. His prick was long, hard and had drops oozing out the slit. He delved into her warm body, sank his cock to the hilt in her trembling pussy. He moved in and out, his cock was a formidable weapon.

Nita shuddered. "Hmmmmm. Feels nice. Fuck me, Tom. I love the way your cock fits in my cunt. Fuck me good, baby."

His cock pistoned in and out of her pussy.

Nita scratched his chest, from nipple to nipple. Her thighs crossed his waist and she moved her ass, helping him. "Fuck me, honey." She twisted her nipples. She gave him pleasure and pain and she grinded her hips against his. She saw him sweating, listened to his breathing and knew he was due.

Tom groaned and exploded. His juices ran into her cunt, flooding the love tunnel. He pumped till he was dry, and then he rolled off her body.

Nita sat up. "I told you to stay out front," she said to Donna.

The blonde's lips were sexy and sullen. "It's dead today. I was bored."

Nita looked at Tom's cock. It was wet from come. "Clean him up," she told Donna. "With your tongue."

Donna grinned and sat on the bed. She tongued his cock till Tom's prick was free of white lava.

Nita Billing wrote down Mia's address and gave it to Tom after he'd finished dressing. "I'll call her and tell her you're coming."

"Thanks, Nita," Tom said.

"Thank you."

Mia Sears had a bungalow in Fort Lauderdale. It was near the beach. Tom drove there and parked. There was a well kept lawn with hedges. He stepped up the crescent-shaped stone stairs and knocked. There was no bell.

Mia let him in. She closed the door and stood with her back to it, her arms folded under her breasts.

"Nita told me to expect you." Mia had a throaty, sexy voice.

"You have a very familiar voice," Tom said. "Nice and sexy."

"Most redheads have sexy voices," she said. "Sit down." Mia Sears had on a sun dress. It was cut low and the upper halves of her breasts could be seen. The dress was a mini and half her shapely thighs were exposed. She came away from the door and sat on a sofa.

Tom made himself comfortable in a club chair. He felt strangely attracted to her. Her red hair was hanging down her soft shoulders. She had freckles on her nose. She looked to be in her early twenties. She was plump with breasts that drooped slightly. They were full and the large nipples made dents in her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"I'm working for Jason Farmer," Tom said.

She nodded her head, but didn't say anything.

"Mr. Farmer had just left Nita's apartment when someone took a shot at him," Tom said. "Did you see him when he came back?"

"Yes. I was in the front room with Nita. He came in, shaking, his face very pale. We made him a drink. Nita wanted to call the police. I think she was glad when Jason told her not to."

"Why was that?"

Her gray-green eyes smiled. "Nita runs a house. You know that, Mr. Mason. She doesn't want cops all over the place."

"Call me, Tom. And I'll call you Mia."

"Okay."

There was a knock on the door and she went to answer it. Two women walked in and Mia introduced them to Tom. One was a platinum-blonde, over-painted young woman and the other was a plump, attractive woman in her mid-forties. They wanted Mia to go swimming with them.

"Maybe later," Mia said. "If I can make it I'll meet you at the beach."

"Neighbors?" Tom asked.

"They own the bungalow next door. Lesbians. They've been after me for some time. I like the blonde. I don't like the other one."

Tom was surprised. "They don't look like dykes."

"They are."

"I believe you."

"Want a drink?"

"No. I want to talk. Tell me, did Jason Farmer ever discuss his business with you."

"We didn't go to bed to talk."

"I know but-"

"I thought you worked for him."

"I do," said Tom.

"Then why don't you ask him these questions?" she wanted to know.

"He was in an awful hurry. He had no time to talk. He's in hiding because he's afraid of getting killed."

"I'd be afraid too if someone took a shot at me."

"If you want to help him," Tom said, "you'll answer my questions."

"We talked-in bed. He doesn't trust his partners. That's the impression I got."

"You know about-his latest discovery?"

"The treasure trove?" She grinned. "I know. Nita doesn't know. I don't think. Look, I don't want to get myself into trouble with Nita. I haven't been on the up and up with her."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I've met Jason here and at his place. Without Nita's knowledge. It means I didn't split her fee. If you tell her she'll get sore and won't use me."

"I won't tell her."

"I guess you think I'm dishonest."

His shrug was noncommittal.

"A girl's got to look out for herself. What the hell! I helped Jason get in touch with one of his partners."

Tom raised his eyebrows. "You know his partners?"

"I know one. Milly."

"Milly Burns."

"Yes, I introduced them."

"How did you happen to meet Milly?"

"She was a customer. Still is."

"Fill me in."

"Do I have to draw you a picture?" Mia said. "Milly runs on acIdc current and she was a customer. She was looking to put some money into a business venture and I knew Jason was a treasure hunter. So I got those two together. She gave him money and went along on the expedition."

"Can you tell me something about this expedition?"

"I don't know much. Ask Jason. Ask Milly. Ask the others."

"Were Jason and Milly lovers?"

"I think everybody on the ship was screwing. That's the impression I got from Jason. He-likes girls. He-likes redheads. Milly isn't a redhead, but she sure knows how to make love."

"Do you know where Jason is now?"

"No, I don't. And if I did I wouldn't tell you." She put a hand on his knee. "If he wants to remain in hiding, then let him. Look, he was telling you the truth about being shot at. I saw his face when he came back to Nita's. He wasn't acting." She leaned over and she saw his eyes on the shadowed valley between her enormous breasts. "You like what you see?"

"I like redheads too." He told her the number he had called from his hotel room. The number that had summoned Jason Farmer. "Is that your number?"

"No. Have a look."

"Is the number familiar?"

"No." She leaned back. "I don't think you really like redheads." She crossed her knees and her dress climbed almost to her hips. Her thighs were bare and creamy. "I'm a rea I redhead. I can prove it." She lifted her skirt and exposed her triangular reddish bronze bush. "You see?"

"I see. My mouth is watering."

"I don't wear panties. It's too hot. I like to walk around naked. I knew you were coming so I put on this dress. My lesbian neighbors peep in on me to see me naked. I guess they go nuts."

"I'm going nuts too."

She got to her feet and opened a door. "This is the bedroom. It's comfortable. It suits me and my purposes." He brushed by her and smelled her perfume.

The bedroom was pearl-gray. There was a Picasso clown on the wall. Mia took off her sun dress and sat on the bed. Her breasts drooped, but gracefully. They were large and full. The nipples were the size of silver dollars. They were brown. Her pubic hair was jungle thick. Her thighs were round and creamy.

Tom undressed and got into bed.

Mia ran her hand over his body. She tweaked his male nipples. She kissed his mouth. Her hand went down his hard belly, to his genitals. She played with his balls. She rubbed the testicles in their hairy sac and his penis stiffened like a windsock in a gust of air. She ran her nails gently on the underside of his prick. She licked his nipples and he pushed at her head.

Her mouth went south. She licked his belly and his navel. She gripped his cock at the base and let her tongue go around the neck. She nibbled at the glans and he groaned. She nibbled at the chunky purplish head and he started to squirm.

Tom groaned from her caresses. He felt his balls expand. Her tongue ran up and down the stem from base to tip. He was gyrating his mid-section. The scorching fury of his passion was evident by the heavy groans that escaped from his open lips and the tightening of his face. He felt the dark moist depths of her entertaining mouth, the quivering touch of her lizard-quick tongue. His cock was huge, throbbing with desire. The pangs of passion shot through him. "Arghhhh." Sweat beads dotted his forehead. His penis shivered and a load of sticky fluid shot into her mouth. She drank it down.

She moved over him. Her cunt lowered to his face. "Eat it," she commanded. "Eat my pussy." She held on to the headboard, her knees on either side of his head. She felt his tongue play with her cunt lips and she moaned and her tits bobbed on her chest. "Yes, like that. Lick me good!"

His tongue went inside the sex tunnel and she shivered with delight.

He reached up for her breasts and played with them as his lips found her protruding clitoris. He sucked in the meat and she moaned heavily.

She felt the friction at her most sensitive spot. "Ay, ay, ay." His fingers tweaked her nipples, his lips tugged at her love bud, and her cunt was throbbing. She pivoted her hips. "Suck it!"

The peak was reached and she felt the tidal wave carry her up.

"That was damn good," she said, laying alongside him, her body satisfied.

"Tell me more about Milly?" Tom said.

She grinned. "Are you interested in her?"

"Not the way you think."

"Wait till you see her."

"Beautiful?"

"Very," Mia said. "She has that earthy sexiness Italian women have. She was born here, but she has that dark Italian look men love."

"Would you say she's capable of murder?"

"I couldn't say." Mia grew thoughtful. "But aren't we all capable of murder? Especially if the price is right or we feel justified?" I "Is Milly a particular friend of yours?"

"No. I have no special feelings toward her."

"I have to look out for my client," Tom said. "If Milly is doing him dirty-"

"I understand," Mia said.

"Can you introduce me to her?" Tom said. "I don't want her to know I'm working for Jason. Not now, anyway. She'll find out soon enough. Maybe she'll talk more if she didn't know and had a couple of slugs under her girdle. Slugs of whiskey, that is."

"I told you, Milly-likes men. I think I did. You leave it to me. Call me this evening."

"Okay."

"I'll give you my number," she grinned. "You'll see it isn't the number you asked me about."

"There's a woman taking messages for Jason Farmer," Tom said. "A woman with a sexy voice. She must know where he is."

"Why do you have to know that?"

"In case I run into a blind alley," Tom said. "AndI have to reach Farmer in a hurry. I don't like clients keeping secrets from me. It's bad business."

"Why did you take the case?"

"I had five hundred reasons," Tom said.

Tom drove back to Piper Island. He had phoned Harold James from Fort Lauderdale and the man had agreed to see him. Tom braked on Bluebie Avenue and walked into a brand new building made of steel and brick and glass. A self-service elevator took him up to the sixth floor. He walked down the hall and found Jame's room number and thumbed the black bar set in the door. He heard chimes and then footsteps. The door opened and a man with blonde hair peered out. "You Mason?"

"Yes."

"Come on in." Tom walked in.

It was a masculine front room with scenes of hunting framed on the walls. A young girl was behind a portable bar. She had flaxen hair and was in her late twenties.

Harold James didn't introduce her to Tom. "Want to wait in the other room, baby?"

The girl went into another room, taking her drink with her.

"Sit down," Harold James said.

Tom sat and studied the young man.

Harold James was about twenty-nine or thirty. He was tall, slim and very handsome. He had on powder blue slacks and rope sandals. He was wearing a soft cream-colored shirt with wide lapels. He went to the bar and poured himself a drink. He didn't offer Tom one. "You said you work for Jason Farmer. In what capacity?"

"I'm a private investigator," Tom said. "Someone is trying to kill my client."

"You think I'm the one?"

"I don't think anything," Tom said. "I'm questioning all his partners. I'm trying to find something to go on. Mr. Farmer was in too much of a hurry to tell me much. He's in hiding."

Harold sat down in an easy chair. "A big man like that. Hiding! Can't very well believe that."

"When someone takes a shot at you, you get scared."

"I suppose so. How can I help."

"You can tell me all you know." Harold looked amused. "But I don't know anything."

"What about this treasure? That could be the motive behind the attempt on a Farmer's life."

"I'll tell you as much as I can," Harold suddenly became the host. "Want a drink."

"No, thanks."

"Well, the ship we discovered was the Fortune. It had been on a raid on Panama City. There were seven ships altogether. All ships loaded down with gold and silver coins. They ran into a hurricane. Some of the ships went down. The Fortune didn't."

"What happened to the Fortune?" Tom asked.

Harold sampled his drink. "It was heavily damaged It started for Tampa to be repaired. But the ship was damaged and couldn't make it. It sank with all hands lost."

"How do you know all this?"

"Through Jason Farmer. He's spent years going through documents, charts and maps. He calculated where the Fortune would be and he was right. He's a whiz at that sort of thing."

"And he tossed it back into the sea?"

"Yes. But not at the same spot where the Fortune sank. Jason is too clever for that. Another treasure hunter could figure out where the Fortune went down and find the treasure. So he picked a different spot to dump the coins."

"But you know where the spot is."

"Oh, yes. All four of us know."

"According to Farmer, he's waiting for the courts to decide about a treasure trove he found two years ago. If the courts decide for him he'll take the treasure back up. But what if the courts go against him?"

"I suppose we'll gather the stuff up and not tell anyone. It's done all the time. But it's better, money-wise, if the courts do decide in his favor. Then we can announce our find to the world. The publicity will help enormously."

"How is that?"

"To the layman the coin is ... so much bullion," Harold said. "Silver is so much an ounce and gold is so much an ounce. But to the coin collector it's a different story."

"I can catch on," Tom said. "The coins are worth more if sold to numismatists. Especially if they are rare dates."

"You know something about coin collecting?"

"Not too much. But rare coins are auctioned off by some big auction galleries in New York and London."

"Yes. Most of the pieces are cobs. Or dump pieces. Long bars of silver were hacked off like slices of salami and then each piece was stamped with the date and the initials of the mintmaster. Each mint had its own mintmaster. The coins were then sent to Panama City and stored till a fleet of ships took them to Spain. Spain had control of all

South and Central America at the time. But every so often Panama City was raided and the silver and gold was taken away by pirates. Henry Morgan, a famous pirate, raided Panama City more than once."

"How much would you say the treasure trove is worth?" Tom asked.

"Hard to say, off hand. Jason thinks a million."

"And only four people know where the treasure is located."

Harold grinned. "I know what you're thinking. One of us might have got the idea of knocking off the other three, keeping it all to himself."

"Or to herself."

"Yes. Two of the partners are females. Delicious females, I would add. Hard to think of Milly or Lynn as killers."

"I've met female killers before," Tom said. "They can be just as deadly as male killers. More so."

"I'd better watch out," Harold said.

"You don't take all this very seriously, do you?"

"It's kind of far fetched," Harold said. "Too melodramatic. Jason could be imagining all this."

"Maybe."

"But you don't think so?"

"Jason Farmer hired me to believe him," Tom said. "Still, as you say, it does sound far fetched. I want to make sure my client's telling me the truth. It would be funny if he has it in mind to kill his partners and possess all the treasure for himself."

"Why hire you then?"

"To give the impression of being a victim," Tom said. "It's been done before by experts. But I have to go on the assumption that he's the victim, not the killer because it's his dough."

"How realistic."

Tom got to his feet. "I'll see you."

Harold James saw Tom to the door and turned to see the blonde walk out of the room she had been staying in.

"Have your ear to the door?" he asked.

"Yes, why not?" She made herself a fresh drink. Her name was Bettina Plume and she had pretty features. She was twenty-eight.

"Just curious?"

Bettina sat on the sofa and sampled her drink. "I don't know much about you, Harold. I'd like to know more. After all, you're the man I'm sleeping with. I know you're a damn good lover and you have a wife somewhere. She's in Chicago, isn't she?"

"No. Right here in Florida."

"You don't volunteer information, do you?"

"Why should I?" Harold sat on the sofa near her. Their thighs touched. "Is that why you hooked up with me, to get information about me?"

"Don't be silly." She put aside her glass and cuddled against him. UI don't know why you won't let me move in?"

"I told you. My wife is looking to get something on me. No, dear Bettina. You stay put."

"I sometimes get lonely."

He put his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck. "Maybe, if you're a good girl, we'll sleep together tonight."

"That sounds nice. But how good do I have to be?"

"Not too good," he laughed.

Soon they were both excited by their kissing. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He deposited her on the bed and stripped her naked. Then he removed his clothes and joined her on the bed.

He kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her shoulders. He stayed for a long time at her rounded breasts. He sucked her nipples till she was moaning and squirming.

She spread her thighs and raised her knees. "You know what I like," she said. "Go down on me."

As his lips went down her white body, he stroked the inside of her thigh right up to the wet opening of her pussy. She moaned heavily as his fingers found her clitoris. His lips were at the soft flesh under her navel. He moved further down and licked her thighs. His tongue found the flesh tunnel and speared into the depths. She gave a cry and another cry as his lips clamped down on the love button. Arching her back, she revolved her full hips in a circular motion.

"Ummmmmmm." She felt her insides melting away. "Ummmmm." She was panting now. There was a sweet delight in what he was doing with his lips. She gasped and worked her hips faster and faster. "Ummmmmmm." She gave a sudden scream and climaxed.

He stayed down there a long time, making her come several times. She finally forced his head away. "It was starting to hurt," she said.

"How long before it heals?"

"It might take a while," she said, rubbing her raw cunt with a look of pain on her face. "I'll let you know the moment it wants more."

"Good," said Harold. "I feel like dessert." She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "Any moment now," she said softly. "Any tick of the clock."

CHAPTER TWO

Tom lay about in his splendid hotel room overlooking the azure waters surrounding Piper Island. This was living on the grand scale, he thought, but sooner or later he would have to start earning his living.

He tried to call Mr. Farmer, but there was no answer. For the time being, he was out of leads. What could he do but lay about? He didn't know. Tom suspected his subconscious might be throwing a spinner into the wheels of his brain, just to have the chance to enjoy this way of life.

Once again, he was taken off the horns of his dilemma by a phone call. The clerk announced there was a lady waiting to see him in the lobby. It turned out to be Harold James' wife, Rita.

"Bettina called me and said you'd visited my husband," she said crisply as they sat down in his hotel room. Tom could tell this woman didn't believe in wasting time. In the lobby she had just pointed upstairs, and he had led her up to the room. She was a damn sight for sore eyes! Too good-looking to ever refuse!

"You're Bettina's friend?" asked Tom, as his head took a quick spin around the block.

"She's supposed to be getting me my grounds for divorce," she said.

"And now you have the grounds," I'm said. "So what do you want?"

"This was before I found out about a treasure worth a million dollars," she said. "You see? I'm being honest with you. I'm a grasping, scheming woman. I'm protecting my interests."

"Didn't Bettina tell you anything?"

"She could hear just so much through a closed door," Rita said.

"Okay. I'll lay it on the line. I'm working for Jason Farmer. Do you know him?"

"Yes. I've slept with him."

He was surprised at her frankness.

"He went after me as soon as he saw the color of my hair," Rita said. "Jason has a passion for redheads."

"Did I talk to you this morning?"

"I never talked to you before in my life."

"Okay then," Tom stretched his legs. "Somebody took a shot at Jason. I'm trying to find out who. Maybe it was your husband. Maybe it was Milly. Maybe it was Lynn. Your husband doesn't know anything about it. We did talk about the treasure. Gold and silver coins."

"Does Harold know where the treasure is?"

"Why don't you ask him? Or ask Jason?"

"Harold wouldn't tell me. He avoids me like the plague. And I don't know where Jason is. He wouldn't tell me anyway. Why should he?"

"You want to know where the treasure is or whether your husband knows where it is?"

"If Harold knows where it is," she said. "I don't have the money to hire a ship and crew."

"Harold knows where it is," Tom said.

Rita slapped her knee. "And his share comes to a quarter of a million dollars." She looked at Tom. "If Jason decided to bring it up."

"Now you can tell me what I want to know."

She fished in her bag for a cigarette and lit it. "Sure. Want to know about Milly and Lynn? Two deadly females. Sex crazy, both of them. Lynn is a redhead. I think Jason has laid her. He goes after those redheads. Milly is a strange one. She once made a pass at me. I told her to get lost. I don't go for lesbian love. Don't even want to try it."

"Are any of them capable of murder?"

She shrugged. "I know Harold isn't. He isn't really a man."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not embarrassed," Rita said. "Do you shock easily."

"No."

"Harold can't get it up. I don't know why. I told him to go to an analyst. He wouldn't."

"But what about Bettina?" Tom asked, genuinely puzzled.

Rita took a deep breath. "Harold loves to eat pussy. That's how he gets his kicks. He never comes. I don't understand it. But he's satisfied by just eating cunt."

"You were married to him for three years?"

"Yes. He satisfied me." She wasn't embarrassed. "I've had that before I married him, before I met him. I always liked it. What girl doesn't? But once in a while a girl-likes to feel a cock inside her. I'd sneak off and get laid. But he was my husband and I wanted it from him. Well, we had too many fights. I finally left him."

"You're honest," said Tom.

"Are you for hire?" she asked.

"I already have a client," he reminded her.

"He can't pay you the way I can," she said with meaning.

"There is such a thing as ethics," he said.

"Ethics be damned," she said. She lifted her skirt to show him her bare thigh. "Feel."

He felt her bare thigh. Her skin was smooth as silk.

She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She unhooked her bra. Her breasts were very firm. The nipples were pink and crisp. "Go ahead and feel."

He felt each breast in turn.

"You see?" she said. "I'm solidly built." She left her breasts bare. "Want a sample?"

His libido had risen. "I can't throw my client over."

"I just want to know what's going on."

"I'll feed you information if you return the favor."

"Agreed." She saw the bulge in his pants. "Are you hot."

"Very."

She got up and removed her skirt and her panties. She turned slowly so that he could see every inch of her beautiful body. Her buttocks were nicely rounded; the ravine was deep and shadowed. Her belly was flat. Her thighs were round and sleek.

"Do you like to eat cunt?" she asked.

"What man doesn't?" he said.

She laughed. "Harold is an expert at it. Let's go into the bedroom and we'll see how good you are."

They went into the bedroom and she insisted on undressing him. She took off everything and they ended up in bed.

He dawdled at her breasts. They were amazingly firm. He stroked them and the nipples hardened. He kissed her tits and she sighed. He sucked her nipples and she ran her fingers through his black hair. He played with her thighs. They separated and he saw the line through the fine red silk of her pelt. He ran a finger along the hair-lined lips. They were soft and moist. He slipped a finger inside and she moaned. He felt the warmth and wetness inside the cunt. Pulsing flesh leaked and clung to his fingers. Moans escaped from her lips. She squirmed as he finger-fucked her. She came and he kept on fingering her soft pussy.

"Eat it," she said.

He cupped her buttocks and his mouth came in contact with her gash. He skewered her cunt and she gasped. Her finger probed the depths of her cunt and she pivoted her hips. He tasted cunt and smelled the musky odor of her sex flesh. He nibbled on her pink flesh and swiveled her hips. He ate wolfishly at her meat.

She tugged at his hair. "Eat it." Her strong round thighs had his head in a vise. Though his head was a prisoner, his tongue wasn't. He sucked in the clitoris and she went wild.

"Oh, wonderful," she gasped and sobbed as his lips closed tightly around the protruding penis-like structure of her clitoris. Her loins were a whirlpool. A sharp, quivering spasm shot up her spine.

His fluid tongue and his hot wet lips brought her clitoris to its full erect state.

She closed her eyes in ecstasy.

"Make me come," she moaned. "Eat my pussy."

Her body was quivering. It came, suddenly, superbly and smoothly and brought a shrill cry from her parted lips. She felt the sudden rush of wetness between her thighs. Her body jerked wildly.

He started to slither up her body. She reached and drew her nails over his balls. He groaned and bit her neck and shoulder. She guided his long hard cock to the entrance of her cunt. He found her pussy open and wet and inviting. He delved inside. He squirmed and swarmed against her, his piston-like prick grew even longer.

His cock had turned her on again. She mashed her belly against his. She gasped, "Fuck me!" She pinched his male nipples. She clawed at his chest, hurting him. Her body was oily from passion. Her tits poked against his chest. "Fuck me," she cried.

He lunged and went in deep, withdrew till just the head was inside her cunt and he lunged again. He squeezed her tits and fingered her nipples.

Her gutter words rang out, inflaming him.

His ass moved wildly between her lush thighs.

Her pussy was a hot cauldron and he stroked the fires with his poker. His brain reeled. His cock was huge and unrelenting, stuffing her, plundering her cunt, making her writhe and tingle. She gasped and exploded. He kept on, his cock entering the gates, leaving, entering. Hot lava flooded her soft hot tunnel and he groaned and lay, exhausted, on her round body.

They kissed and her lips were soft and warm.

"That was a good fuck," she said. When his cock shrank he rolled off her. "A woman needs that," she said, squeezing his cock.

She gave him her address and phone number while she dressed. She kissed him and left.

Tom dialed Mia's number.

"It's all set," Mia said. "Milly is dying to meet you. Pick me up in half an hour. Then we'll go to Milly's place."

Tom hung up. He shaved and showered. He put on a blue linen suit and went down to the rented car and drove to Mia's bungalow. She had a shaker of cocktails waiting.

"What did you tell Milly?" he asked.

"I told her that you were the greatest lover since Don Juan. I told her to do a job on you. She can't wait."

"I suppose she lives on Piper Island?"

"Uh huh."

They finished their drinks and went to the car. "Is it yours?" Mia asked.

Tom sat behind the wheel. "I rented it." He turned the motor on and they drove off.

He headed back to Piper Island.

The moon was round and mottled.

He drove past the yacht club, past a Winn-Dixie supermarket, and into Fruitland Avenue. It was a modern structure of stucco and brick and glass. The elevator took them to the ninth floor.

Milly Burns was wearing a short-sleeved mini dress that showed her remarkable curves to advantage. She had raven hair, full breasts and she had used Jungle Gardenia perfume to tantalize the senses.

"Mia told me all about you," Milly said. "Not all."

Her laughter was the sound of tiny silver bells.

Mia made drinks.

"I told Tom we make all strangers feel at home," Mia said.

"Tell me about yourself," Milly said. 'I'm here on vacation," Tom said.

"What do you do?" the black-haired beauty asked.

"I'm the diaper king of New York," Tom said mendaciously. "What?"

"I'm in the diaper service," he said. "Doesn't sound very exciting," Milly said. "It's a living."

"Well, what do you want to do?" Milly said. "Want to go to Miami and see the sights?"

"I'd rather stay here and talk about you," Tom said.

Milly smiled. "I'm my favorite subject. But I don't feel like talking this evening."

"I think we have mutual friends," Tom said.

Milly arched her dark eyebrows. "Do we now?"

"I told Milly you don't know a soul in Florida," Mia told Tom warningly. "She'll think I was putting her on."

"Just happened to run across her a couple of hours ago," Tom said. "We were talking and she mentioned Milly."

"Who is she?" Milly asked.

"Rita James."

"Oh, Rita," Milly said. "Was she crying about the three years she used up on her husband? Poor Harold. I think he suffered more than Rita. Rita needs her sex the way fish need water. I won't go into all the details because I don't know how much she told you."

"She was very explicit," Tom said.

"Rita is always very frank," Milly said. "Too frank for her own good. Yes, the poor creature seems to have suffered. The way she tells it. But she did get what she wanted from other men. So she has no kick coming. I think she just wants a pile of dough."

"She said something about a treasure," Tom said.

"The only paper that carried the story was the Numismatic News," Milly said. "And only coin collectors read that paper. Someone in the group obviously is talking. Well, it wasn't meant to be a big secret. I was one of the four in a treasure hunting expedition. But our leader, Jason Farmer, decided to dump it all overboard. Something to do with litigation concerning another treasure he'd found two years ago. The courts can be notoriously slow in such matters. So we have to wait."

"Where does Rita come in?" Tom asked.

"Her husband was one of the four," Milly said. "If she divorces Harold before the treasure is brought up, then she can't claim any of his share."

"Rita was always a smart cookie," Tom said.

Milly laughed. "Not so smart. She married a man who can't get it up. I could never be such a fool."

"Maybe she didn't know when she married him," Tom said.

"I think she knew," Milly said. "Rita isn't the type not to sample a man before marrying him. I guess she wanted to be married to a Greek god. Harold does look like a Greek god. If Rita was explicit-well, she must have told you that Harold made up for his failure to get erections by going down on her. I hope I didn't shock you. But I like being honest. And I'm not the shy type. Yes, Harold is very good at frenching."

"You four must have had some time on that expedition?" Tom said.

Milly's eyes widened and her lips curled in amusement. "We did. We sure did. And we didn't pair off. We would get drunk and take on whoever was closest."

"Heaven knows what Tom will think," Mia said.

"He's probably thinking right now how he'd like to get into my pants," Milly said.

Tom had never met anyone like Milly. "You're a sexy wench, aren't you?" he said.

"You'll soon find out how sexy," Milly said, her dark, gypsy eyes going over his athletic body. "Mia tells me you're quite a lover."

"Mia talks too much."

"Why should you care?" Milly said. "She got me quite interested. I hope you're as good at certain things as Harold. Of course, I still like getting laid." She laughed. "The way I talk can scare a man. I've had men run out on me. I guess I was a bit too much for then. Am I too much for you?"

"I think I can handle you," Tom said.

"Can you handle both of us?" Milly said, jerking her black-haired head at Mia.

"Count me out," Mia said. "I have to be somewhere else."

Milly grinned crookedly. "Nita's whorehouse? Take some time off. Afraid of losing some shekels? I'll pay you."

Mia bit her lower hp. "You don't have to pay me anything. I'll stay."

"Good." Milly got to her feet and removed her dress. She had on a flesh-colored pair of panties and a strapless bra. Her breasts bulged over the cups. The valley of her breasts were deep and enticing. She was a beautiful, dark woman in the Italian tradition.

"You wait here," Milly told Mia. "I'll send for you in time." She looked at Tom with smoldering eyes. "Just you and me, honey." She walked into the bedroom, her hips moving fluidly under the panties. Her thighs were smooth, round and creamy.

Tom followed her into the bedroom and shut the door.

Milly removed her bra and her breasts jutted out. She stooped and took off her panties. She crawled into bed and he saw her round behind, the dark line between the soft buttocks, the hair protruding from underneath.

She lay back, one knee up, her body warm, inviting and open. She looked like a Ruben's painting.

Tom shed his clothes and joined her. He covered her face, neck and shoulders with kisses. Her hand streaked down to his penis and manipulated his weapon. She scraped at his penis with her nails. It was pulsating with desire now.

He lowered his head and licked at the valley between her tits. He kissed the white flesh around the nipples, then hardened the dots with his tongue and lips. His hand searched her grotto, rubbed against the forest, found the thick cunt lips, made them dewy with his probing.

Milly felt his fingers dip into her wet tunnel and cries of joy escaped from her lips. She felt his lips linger on her nipples and she started to writhe, her lips parting, showing even white teeth. She pumped his cock and then demanded he screw her.

He mounted her and she guided his penis head to the entrance of her love oasis. She arched her body, lifted her mid-section, and his cock wormed into her wet hole. Inch by inch, his prick worked its way to the hilt inside her grotto. His bush tangled with hers. His belly mashed against hers. He found her full breasts and fondled them, thumbed the nipples. He kissed her mouth as they fucked.

Her arms snaked around his neck and she ground her hips against his. She felt the full length of his penis inside the depths of her warm, quivering body and her cunt was like a wet clam over his cock. Electric tingles shocked her nerve ends. She grunted as he worked her over.

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Yes, like that! Fuck me! Good, baby!"

He felt her wet flesh clinging to his probing cock. Her juices soaked his hard flesh. He groaned like a savage and pounded away. His ass moved between her luscious white thighs. He squeezed her tits, feeling her hard nipples poking against his palms. Her breath was hot against his face. He moved and moved, his body a well-oiled sex machine. His cock skewering her cunt, enlarging her pussy muscles, delving deep, almost to the cervix.

Her thighs crossed his waist and she moved more rapidly, her body heat scorching, her senses reeling. "I'm coming!" She clawed at his neck and shoulders. She gasped, whimpered, I and let go. The dam burst and she came.

Her body went limp. "Fuck me!" Her eyes were shiny. "Spill your seed into me."

He worked harder and faster. His prick kept pumping into her wet flesh. His balls bounced against the crack of her ass. His fingers worked at her soft, white breasts. He pinched her nipples. He gasped and groaned and he stiffened. Hot sperm ran through his tube, into the tunnel of her hot body. He flooded her. He pumped till he was dry, then stayed where he was, feeling his penis shrink inside her cunt.

"You know how to fuck," Milly said.

He rolled off her white body.

Milly got out of bed and left the bedroom.

Tom stretched out, feeling good.

Presently, Mia walked in. She was carrying a basin of soapy water and a wash rag. "Milly told me to wash you up." She washed his genitals, then told him to turn over. She washed his ass-hole. She went away. Milly came in. Her breasts bobbed as she walked. She crawled into bed. "How's my lover."

"I feel great."

Mia came in. She was naked. Tom shifted to the middle of the bed as Mia got in.

"Is it too soon?" Milly asked Tom. "Of course."

"We'll see," Milly said. "You turn over. I want Mia to work you over. She has got a real experienced mouth."

Mia ran her hands down his back and down to his ass. She fondled his hairy mounds. She ran a finger down the crack.

Milly lay on her side, watching.

Mia planted kisses on Tom's buttocks. Then she separated his cheeks and her tongue speared into his ass-hole.

Tom grunted. He felt the slippery tongue stuffing his behind. He closed his eyes as the most pagan sensations took hold of him. Her tongue went in and out of his rectum. Her tongue was spongy, wet, hard and soft at the same time. "Ummmmmm." The experienced tongue found the sensitive nerve ends, forced spine-tingling sensations to course through his squirming body.

Milly suddenly reached under him to find his cock. He had half an erection. She worked her fingers on his prick and soon he was stiff as plaster.

"Blow him," Milly said.

Mia lifted her head and turned over. Milly released his weapon. His purplish head pointed to the oyster-white ceiling. His balls were swollen with passion.

"Suck his dick," Milly said, excitedly.

Mia lowered her head and allowed the head of his cock to slip between her carmine lips. She licked the knob, nibbled on it and then cupped his balls.

Tom looked down his body and saw her lips working at his prick. The sight sent a jolt through him. He almost came. But he wanted to feel her lips and tongue on his hard flesh. He held it back, watched her cheeks puff out as he brought his cock into her mouth by moving upwards. Mia grasped his cock to keep it still and to keep from gagging. She nibbled on the ridge, on the glans, her tongue darting about, tantalizing the quivering flesh.

Milly was breathing jaggedly. Her tits moved up and down with her very excited breathing.

Mia started to bob her head up and down, trying to suck the marrow from his prick. Her lips tugged at his flesh. Her tongue swirled about his white tower. Her fingers squeezed his balls.

Tom groaned and tremors passed through his body. He couldn't hold off. It was impossible to hold up any longer.

He groaned. He gushed.

He spurted into her mouth. Mia swallowed.

"I knew Mia could do it," cried Milly.

"Sucking cock always gets me excited," Mia said, settling over Tom, high up, her ass on his chest. She brought her crotch to his face.

He saw the spread lips, saw the pink flesh, the ridges, the long tunnel, the protruding clitoris. He licked at the flesh. Then he licked at the clitoris. He closed his lips over the meat and Mia gasped. He sucked and he brought his hands up to capture her tits.

Milly watched, her eyes wild and excited.

Mia's breasts danced on her chest as she wiggled her heated body. "Suck it!" Her eyes were glazed. She tossed her head wildly, her hair flying. She grimaced and her body shook to completion.

"'You know how to fuck and you know how to suck," Milly told Tom as Mia got off his body. "A man doesn't have to know anything else." She moved and took Mia's place. "Get your tongue in there. I want the same treatment. Lick it good!"

He spread her cunt lips and gazed inside, saw the moist flesh, the dewy cunt lips, the erect clit. He moved his hands up to her rounded tits and his lips clung to her cunt. He licked, sucked and ate wolfishly at her pussy.

"Oh, yes," Milly cried. "You know how. Yes, eat it up! Get your tongue all the way in!"

Mia moved her hand to Milly's ass and her finger worked into her ass-hole.

Milly moaned. A mouth at her pussy and a finger in her rectum. She pivoted her hips and gutter words gushed from her mouth. "Suck me! I want to come in your mouth!" Her white body quivered. She cried out and exploded.

Mia went into the other room to make drinks.

"You're damn good," Milly told Tom. Her body was shiny with sweat.

Mia brought in the drinks.

"You're staying all night," Milly told Tom. "I'm not letting you go." She took her glass from Mia.

Tom grinned. "You mean you're going to hold me prisoner?"

"My love prisoner," Milly said.

Later, Milly mounted Tom after getting him hard. She sank down on his pole. Mia sat on his face, her cunt against his mouth, facing Milly. Mia sucked Milly's breasts and Tom sucked on Mia's cunt while Milly moved her cunt up and down Tom's cock.

Milly came and Tom exploded seconds later. He kept licking Mia's pussy till she also came.

There was the taste of pussy in Tom's mouth. He lay between the girls, his arms around their shoulders, each hand on a breast.

"I'll bet you never had it so good," Milly said.

"Just let me rest," he said.

Mia finally got up and doused the lights. She crawled back into bed. She rubbed Tom's flat male breasts.

"What are you doing?" Milly asked in the semi-darkness.

"I'm not doing anything," Tom said.

"I'm just rubbing his tits," Mia said.

"Well, don't do anything unless I can join in," Milly said.

Mia pinched his nipples, then pretended she was sleeping.

Tom was on the verge of sleeping when he felt wetness on his cock. Mia was sucking him off. She sucked his cock and pinched his balls. He moaned and let go and knew she was swallowing his sperm.

Milly slept through it.

"What a night," Mia whispered in his ear.

"Settle down. Go to sleep."

"Didn't you like what I did?"

"Sure. But you could have awakened her."

"Well, I didn't," Mia said, and closed her eyes. Soon she was asleep.

John Stokes was a coin dealer on Flagler Avenue in Miami. He was a small man with a balding head and he was fifty-six. There were pouches under his bright, old-young eyes. His ears stuck out from the sides of his head. He kept tugging at his left earlobe. He had on blue slacks, a white shirt and a wool sweater.

To the left of the store as one walked in were showcases filled with coins-foreign coins, American coins, gold coins, ancient coins. To the right of the store were shelves lined with numismatic newspapers and magazines, blue folders with slots in them for coins, and reference books.

A customer bought a U.S. twenty dollar gold piece for sixty dollars and walked out. The coin dealer looked up at Tom Mason. "Can I help you?" He tugged at his earlobe.

"I was wondering if you could give me some information?"

"What kind of information?" John Stokes asked.

"Do you know Jason Farmer?"

The man's eyes clouded with suspicion. "Just who are you?"

"I work for Mr. Farmer." Tom produced a photostat to show to the dealer.

"A private eye," John Stokes said. "I thought you fellows only existed in books and movies."

"We exist in real life, too."

"Yes, I know Jason Farmer. Most of the Florida coin dealers know him. I've bought coins from him."

"You heard something of his latest find?"

"From that ship?" John Stokes nodded his head and tugged at his ear. "I heard about it."

"What kind of coins would be in the hold of that ship?"

"Cobs. Gold pieces. 8 reales. Pirate money, the coins are usually called. The better the condition the more the coins are worth. And the rarer the date, the more the coin is worth."

"Has anyone approached you about selling a hoard of this type of coin?" Tom asked.

John Stokes seemed to back away from the question. "No-, not recently. I don't get it. What are you after? Why come to me? I'm not the only coin dealer in the city?"

"I picked up a copy of Coins Magazine from a newsstand and I found an ad you placed and it seems you specialize in pirate money. 8 reales. 8 escudos. So I thought I'd come and have a chat."

"Well, I'm not too busy right now." There was no one else in the store. "I can give you some time. What do you want to know?"

"When was the last time you saw Jason Farmer?"

"A week ago, maybe. I don't understand why you don't ask him about his movements."

"I always like to get a second opinion. Was anyone with him when he dropped by?"

"Yeah, a lady called Janice."

Tom shook his head. So many women in this case! That Jason Farmer had some compulsion going for him. He wished he had the time and the bread to afford so many female companions.

"Okay, thanks a lot for the information. If you think of anything else, let me know. I could sure use it."

"If I think of it."

The man moved over to the side of a customer who had entered the shop, and that was the end of the interview. Tom emerged a little wiser. Lynn Farr would be the best one to speak to next. Through this tangle of clues, there had to be a pattern.

CHAPTER THREE

Tom took his time driving out to Miss Fair's house. The spirit of the island was getting to him. Everyone else was going at half pace, why should he stand out with his bad city habits?

He cruised about the shoreline, enjoying the salty breeze coming off the gentle surf. His mind urged him to forget about reality and to take a dip instead. A man wasn't born to work all the time! But then he reminded himself that he had done little more than poke his dick into other people's business, instead of his nose.

Well, perhaps Miss Farr would give him that chance. He stepped on it and in no time he parked the car in front of her apartment building.

Though he was getting used to the look of the women associated with Mr. Farmer, Lynn still took his breath away. She opened the door and peered out, allowing him a tantalizing glimpse of her sleek body, and her beautiful face.

He introduced himself as professionally as he could under the circumstances, flashing his identification and stating his business before she let him in. She moved languidly over to the sofa and stretched out so that the contours of her slender body drew his eyes to her.

"So you think I took a shot at Jason, is that it?" she said.

"I'm just checking around. I've just come from Harold James' house."

"Well, if he took a shot at Jason, he certainly isn't going to admit it," she said with logic.

"That's true. But I had to start somewhere."

"But why should Harold take a shot at Jason? Why should I?"

"To knock off the partners," he said.

"Suppose you get rid of Milly, Harold and Jason. You'll have all that treasure trove for yourself."

"That's a pleasing thought," she said with relish.

"Jason Farmer is now in hiding. He's going to stay in hiding till his life isn't in danger and this matter is cleared up."

"Well, I wish you luck."

"Did Milly or Harold ever suggest a partnership?"

She looked at him. "What kind of partnership?"

"You and Milly splitting it down the middle? Or you and Harold splitting it down the middle?"

"Neither one ever made the suggestion."

"Perhaps in jest. So to get your reaction."

"No."

"Do you know a redhead named Janice."

"I don't. Who's she?"

"I'm not sure," Tom said. "Perhaps Jason's latest mistress."

"You seem to know more than I do," she said. "And Jason and I are such good friends."

"I heard it was quite an expedition," he said.

She arched her eyebrows. "You didn't hear that from Jason. Gentlemen never tell. But Milly isn't a gentleman. Nor is she a lady.

When did you meet Milly."

"Last night."

"I suppose she told you everything, the black-haired bitch." But Lynn wasn't angry. "We had an orgy aboard ship."

"How did Harold make out?"

She laughed. "So you know about Harold's little problem. Well, he has a mouth and knows how to use it."

"Where does Harold's wife come into this?"

"You know about Rita? My, you have been around."

"Would Rita know where the treasure was dumped?"

"No one knows. Except for the four of us. Harold certainly wouldn't tell his wife. He has no use for her."

"Has anyone taken a shot at you lately?" he asked.

She grinned. "Not a soul."

Tom felt he wasn't getting anywhere. He got to his feet.

"Going so soon?" Her tone was mocking.

"No use my sticking around." He went to the door, opened it, walked into the corridor, closed the door after him. He went downstairs, got into his car and waited.

Girls in halters and shorts walked by. He was viewing the scenery with pleasure. Then Lynn Farr appeared. She had changed to slacks and a leather bolero. She got into a car and drove away.

Tom followed her.

Lynn drove down Goodland Drive, into Dogwood Drive. Tom followed her down Barnfield Drive and into Fruitland Avenue. Lynn went into the apartment building where Mia lived.

Tom drove to his hotel. He picked up a bottle of Canadian Mist and went up to his room. He drank his whisky straight from a paper cup. Now Milly would know who he was and what he was after.

Well, Milly would have found out sooner or later.

Tom decided to try that number again. He now believed it was Jason Farmer's mistress' number. He heard the phone ring four times and was about to hang up when a receiver was lifted. A throaty voice said, "Hello?"

"Janice?" he said.

"Yes, who's this?"

He felt elated. "This is Tom Mason."

There was a pause. "You weren't supposed to call me again. You're not to get in touch with Jason. He would get in touch with you. Those were your instructions. Mr. Mason, how did you find out my name?"

"I took a wild guess."

"What do you want?"

"I have to see Jason Farmer."

"That's impossible."

"I want to ask him some more questions."

"You can't see him," the throaty voice said. "If you have any questions, you'll have to ask me."

"Over the phone?"

"I'll come to you." There was a click.

Tom replaced his receiver on the rest bar.

It was late afternoon. The sun was still bright and shiny like a polished apple. He saw heads bobbing on the water, people on the beach. He turned away from the large window and made himself another drink.

She arrived twenty minutes later. She had on slacks, a blue blouse and a red scarf around her neck. She was tall and slim with small breasts and red-gold hair. She sat down and refused a drink. Her eyes went over his body; they were warm and inviting.

Tom sat in an easy chair and stretched his legs out. "Jason Farmer has to trust me," he started out. "I can't blame him if he wants to hide. I'd be scared too if I were in his shoes. But there's no need to hide from me. I'm supposed to be working for him."

"Jason isn't hiding from you," Janice said. She was twenty-six and very pretty. Her hair was a gold Niagara around her shoulders. She removed the scarf. "He's just hiding."

"He can't hide forever."

"Hell come out in the open when you find out who shot at him."

"Just how much do you know?"

"He's taken me into his confidence," Janice said. "I know everything." She added, "Except where the treasure was dumped. I don't know the exact location."

"Can you take a stab at it?"

"Why should I?" she asked. "I'm not supposed to know. That was the agreement among the four partners."

"Do you know Rita James is now an interested party?"

"She's a fool," Janice said. "Jason is well rid of her."

"Look, Miss-"

"Benson. But do call me Janice."

"What do you get out of all this?"

"Maybe nothing," she said. "If the courts decide against Jason, then the treasure remains where it is, at the bottom of the sea."

"I don't believe it," Tom said. "It would be a simple matter to get the treasure without telling the authorities and sell it piece by piece through coin dealers like John Stokes."

Janice went on to explain to Tom that the type of coins that were in the treasure were easily traced as they were all one of a kind.

He left Janice and headed back for the downtown area. Tom was puzzled by the whole mess. It was definitely a toss-up between Jason, Milly, Harold and Lynn. On the other hand Rita could be the one too. He would have to wait for the killer to make his or her move before he could do anything.

For the present, Tom had made a date to see Mia. He figured that she knew more than she was telling and he also liked the way she fucked. That night with her and Milly stuck in his memory.

"Nothing like mixing a little business with pleasure," mused Tom to himself.

Mia turned out to be more than he bargained for and she was constantly amazing him with the different sides of her personality. He stayed with her hoping to find out some clue as to the identity of the person who took a shot at Jason Farmer. He had a hunch that Mia knew who it was or that she had a good idea. It occurred to him that in order for her to confide in him, he would have to gain her trust.

Tom took Mia to a commune he had heard of which was not the average type of commune of peaceful hippies. He met her at the edge of the road that led to the commune as he could not drive her up because of some facts he wanted to check with Janice.

Mia spotted a man at the edge of the road.

It was Tom. "Hi. Remember me?"

She kissed him and they started up the road toward the commune. They heard drums beating in the distance.

She didn't understand. Then the drums got very loud. "What's going on now?" she asked.

His face became dark. "I hope it's not what I think it is. Every time the Witches' Rites are held, they have a sort of sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

He smiled. "Not a real one, of course. Just a symbolic one. They choose a girl usually, a new member, and rape her. Everyone has her. It's very dangerous in a way. So much sex."

Mia trembled. She was a new member.

"And how do they select the victim?"

He paused. "The last one to join the commune."

"Why, that's me, isn't it?"

He nodded. "We've got to get you out of here. And fast."

But before they could turn away, a group of strong men and women had formed around them. The tallest of them, the High Priestess, held a long rope in her hand. "Come, it's time," she said sinisterly.

Mia swallowed. "You can't do this to me!"

"Why not? Are you not part of our commune?"

Before she had a chance to respond, several of them held her tight.

She was tied up against all struggles. And Tom-she watched through all her terror-was tied to a tree. "Now," said the woman, "Let's get started."

She was placed on the altar. A long line of men, girls and boys formed. The first to mount her was a male of about twenty-eight. He wore a leather jacket, but was otherwise entirely naked. The drumbeats rose in intensity.

He fucked her carefully, making his cock move around inside her. Even tied up, Tom couldn't help but feel his own cock rising. The stud was bringing Mia slowly up to the edge of orgasm and he held her there until the tension in her ripe body built up large reserves of energy, then screwed her harshly. She felt a chain orgasm coming on. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so bad after all.

She was thrashing wildly. "Please, no! Oh, please, don't-"

Her face was pressed flat and her open mouth gave vent to a series of muffled groans that rose until she was screaming with each stroke of his sizzling penis.

Finally, his juice spurted deep into her loins. Breathing feverishly, she felt her come burst like a balloon. Now someone was smearing oil all over her body. It smelled like plain olive oil. "Grease her up good," she heard the voice of the Priestess. A boy smeared the stuff all over her-under the armpits, between her tits. He carefully flipped her over, smeared her ass-hole and greased his dick.

Next he slipped the hard thing into the delicious opening, his hands supporting themselves on the sides of the table. "Hurry up! We want our turn!" came a voice.

"Yeah, whatta ya think? We got all night?"

"Shake it up."

Panicked, Mia rotated her hips with a moan of soft urgency. "Do my ass, quick!" All she wanted was to get this over with. She writhed and twisted with pleasure. He sunk his cock deeper into her brown anus and grabbed the nape of her neck between his teeth. Then he buggered her hard.

She yelped at the pleasure-pain of it, feeling his stiff cock pumping itself within her slick canal. He pounded and bit, becoming angry. "Come on, give me your ass, baby!"

"Not so hard," she warned.

When she started to come, he kept plowing mercilessly. Roughly, he turned her over, shoved her legs apart with his knees and stuck his prick up to its hilt in her pussy. He began fucking at her madly, his head buried in her enormous tits.

His teeth nipped and chewed gingerly on her soft flesh. She screamed with pure joy as he sadistically jammed her. His mouth was full of her nipple. She came again.

Quickly, the boy withdrew. "Next," said someone.

Another man, about twenty-eight, with a short black beard who looked like one of the Smith brothers got on top of her. He stuck a finger in first, to test the water so to speak. Then he embedded his gorged cock into the wet, sticky opening. Someone got behind her, unable to wait. This person, a short teenager with a fat stomach penetrated her anus. The three of them grooved together hotly. Mia's cunt clenched and unclenched on the mammoth organ as it pummeled her.

The three of them climaxed wildly. White foam shot in all directions. The watchers enjoyed the scene a lot; their eyeballs glistened with raw lust. Then the Priestess snapped her fingers and two hippies brought her some hand-massage vibrators.

"Let's get it goin', " she said, with a wink.

She put them on her hands and approached the fuckers. She placed her palms on the top man's buttocks. Her eyes shone as she flicked on the switch and the things sent wild shivers throughout his cheeks, like live wires being set off in his anus. His cock trembled from the weird vibrations, and grew harder. He spliced inwards with renewed energy.

She rubbed her vibrating hands all over his back, his neck, his spine. Then she thrust a shaking finger into his ass-hole. Mia felt the tremors too, and felt another orgasm approaching.

"I'm coming, now!" she cried.

Now she was being turned sideways, one man in her cunt, the other finding her ass; the Priestess aided the insertions. She toyed with the base of the older man's cock; her face was quite lewd as she took the thick bullet-like knob and sucked it in hard first, licking off Mia's juices.

While she was getting it in both entrances, Mia could see Bernie kneeling before the fire. He took his long cock between the index finger and thumb of his left hand.

While the others watched, the dilated pupils of their eyes glittered passively in the growing pools of light. Bernie took hold of his cock, which was lying limp in his crossed thighs, between two fingers, holding it at the base. The other hand lay on his leg limply. His head fell forward, eyes slowly focusing on the organ between his still fingers. He started to excite his cock under the Priestess's stare. "Do it slowly, Bernie," she said. "Let the victim Mia see while she is gang-raped."

He ran his fingers lightly over and around his balls, never letting go with the thumb and index finger as the white prick filled with blood, grew like a snake rising out of a box, jerked its head directly toward his face, the veins starting to stand out, the head growing dark, almost purple between his fingers. The prick grew taller and straighter as his two forefingers began a slow and jogging motion, up and down.

The Priestess's eyes narrowed in concentration, her voice growing more insistent, "-slower, that's it, stroke it softly, yes, let her see everything."

It was working. Mia was hypnotized by the growing cock, forgetting each man as he mounted and exploded in her open, sore cunt. All that mattered was the snake, rising, rising.

Bernie opened his mouth over his throbbing cock. Its enormity was now staggering, the blue veins on the underside of it were jerking and pulsating under the insistent and slow stroking of the two fingers. His head went forward and he hovered only an inch away from his erect penis, which seemed to pulse with a life all its own.

It jerked between his steady fingers, getting harder and harder until at last the purple head exploded and the pearly, white sperm shot up into his mouth. He opened his lips wider, catching the hot bursts of his own come, keeping his eyes wide open against the burning fountain.

The Priestess' voice stopped. The others sat watching the prick's spasms grow smaller, the organ going limp between Bernie's fingers.

"Now he down," she said to him. "See, Mia?"

Mia nodded, subdued. Her tenth man had just left. Her cunt was overflowing with sperm, but she didn't care. She watched the ceremonies taking place.

Bernie lay on his stomach, spread-eagled. The Priestess took a small jar and unscrewed the top; a spicy odor filled the air with oriental musk. She dipped her fingers into it and took out a fat dab. She then spread this over Bernie's ass cheeks and bumhole. She took another dab and greased a dildo which she then strapped on a young woman. She looked like Miss America, about thirty with blonde hair.

The girl, in turn, knelt between Bernie's legs. She raised the legs one at a time and rested them on her shoulders. She worked the paste well into Bernie's hole, squishing it past the puckered opening with a circular motion and gradually working her middle finger into and up the priest's anus. She withdrew the finger and with a slow movement of the hips slid her dildo into the ample buttocks.

She screwed slowly, finally reaching a fury of passion-pounded away like mad. She took a bunch of soft flesh between her teeth in the final moment, before she was interrupted.

Lydia entered the scene. "Just watch me, Mia, and it won't be so bad. Concentrate on how I fuck his ass."

She then strapped on a dildo: it was about eight inches long and had a knob, just like a man's penis. She hooked the black leather straps around her back and adjusted the cloth line that fit under the crotch. The line had a sort of tickler on it that aggravated the user's clitoris.

She got into position between Bernie's legs, an innocent grin on her face as she lifted her cock and entered it. She slid the tip of the prick into him, and then jerked it out again. She scratched his buttocks, then forced herself sharply inward with a thrust, watching the man's face intently, curious as to his reactions. Feeling his muscles twitch as she brought on an orgasm, she pushed in harder. His legs clamped around her neck, his ass bucked up against her, hips raised stiff. "Oh, fuck!"

"Harder, do it harder!" yelled the High Priestess.

Lydia followed the witch's order, slamming her body into Bernie. Then the tickler rubbed her raw, it seemed. She burst forth now amazed at her freedom, twisting and turning spasmodically, dripping all over the ground and collapsing on the gaunt man's back. "Ohh!"

Mia, meanwhile was getting about all she could take. "Please, no more. My cunt's on fire! Help, someone, please!"

There seemed to be no way out of this. She was being raped by one man after another. And there was still a long line of women to go! They all waited impatiently, with vibrators, dildos and what not. Of course there were not enough phony cocks to go around-they planned to use the same three or four over and over. "Come on, you guys. We want a chance at the little virgin!" exclaimed one girl after another, in effect.

Mia shuddered. Now she knew the whole thing had been a mistake. There had to be a way out of this. If only Tom were free. He would help her escape. She wanted no more of the drugs, the wild sex. She wanted to be home; in a warm bath or watching television.

As all these thoughts shot through her mind, and one male after another boarded her pussy, Tom was struggling to get free. He was successfully working some of the ropes off of his hands, but his legs posed a problem. He felt the harsh rope scrape his knees each time he tried to free them. He felt really frustrated.

He broke away from the ropes and headed for the altar at full speed. Mia did not at first realize what was happening. She was being torn away in a single jerk from the man who was presently on top of her. It took a few seconds for the others, drugged as they were, to realize she had escaped. She herself could hardly know it. All she knew was that her feet carried her faster than ever, that she was speeding through wood, field, over rocks in a dream-like state. An air of unreality. "Run, dammit, run!" she heard Tom's voice say several times.

She felt as if her heart had jumped out of her skin, that she was running free of her body. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to, it appeared.

Finally, they fell on the grass in a secluded spot off the highway. For several minutes neither of them were able to speak. Finally Mia turned to Tom. "Thanks, darling."

"Think nothing of it," he smiled. "I had to get you out of there."

She knew there was no arguing with him. Across the hills the sun was rising up, like a golden coin. "A new day," she sighed.

"You must be tired," he said.

"Yeah. I never guessed one woman could take on so many men one after the other."

She leaned over and kissed him. The grass was wet and cool on their naked bodies.

Tom took a bundle of clothing (he had taken the precaution of grabbing some when they escaped.) It wasn't much. A pair of men's jeans for Mia to slip into, a bathing suit for him, two old shirts. They both laughed.

They slept for an hour or so, then Mia awakened Tom with a deep kiss. She was feeling all loose and hungry from the night before.

At first he was surprised. "There's no time."

"There's always time for love."

He pulled her close to him. He pressed her close against him and she could feel his hard chest on her plump breasts. And he, too, could feel her hardening nipples on him and this made him smile in the morning light. An orange haze covered the valley.

Again they kissed. She gave in to the wave of passion that was rolling over her body and opened her mouth for him. He sucked the saliva out of her mouth-just as he had done once before, at their first union. She licked his palate and thrust her own red tongue into his wet cavity.

"Oh, dear," she moaned, the blood rushing all over her hot body. Feelings she did not understand overcame her and even a thrill of new excitement such as she hadn't felt in days. She strained up against him, lying beneath his strong body.

"Oh, no," she sighed, but it was no use. He cupped her tits in his hands and kneaded them violently, sucking in the nipples.

"You sweet, hot cunt," he muttered, tasting the hard buds; his penis was straining at the leash.

"Yes," she answered him. "I am your cunt. Always."

They rolled on the ground. He looked down at her pussy and the sight of it pleased him beyond measure; the soft slit and curly pubic triangle. It was the first chance he had had to see it like this, bathed in morning light.

Then he kissed her so passionately, touching every part of her soft ripe shape that she felt almost drunk with love.

He curled his fingers through her hairy box. Her mouth fell open in amazement at the size of his cock. She had almost forgotten how well hung he was. She licked her lips, surveying the white hardness of it, the blue pulsating veins with their coarse branches.

"Let me touch you," she said.

"That's what it's there for," he answered.

"I want to play with you."

"Be my guest. Do whatever you want."

She reached for it. Her hands barely made it around the thing and soon she proceeded with less inhibition and was twisting it every which way. It was wonderful to take the time to love, instead of all that rushed, hurried frantic sex.

At the same time he slipped two fingers into her juicy slit and shoved them in and out. Her throat went dry and they greedily observed one another's faces during the mutual fondling.

Tom's prick was now hard to the limit. She ran her fingers along its ivory length. "Squeeze it, honey," he urged.

He shoved his fingers deeper into her cunt and made scissor-like motions .there. He could tell she was taking pleasure in his action by the look on her face. It was definitely lewd.

"Harder," he said.

"Like this?"

"Rub it, shake it!"

Her movements became harder, more violent, as he returned the favor. Their bellies jerked forward as they both began to feel the fluids well up in their genitals.

All of a sudden Tom's come spurted upward in a luscious fountain of hot sperm. Mia looked on in amazement as her own organ contracted and released loads of female gism.

Tom clutched her to him and said, "Now it's time to give it to you honey. Do you want to feel my nice hot cock in you?"

"That was a rhetorical question. Please, hurry, I need you so bad. Please fuck me, Tom."

She spread her legs for him and he made her lie back on the soft earth. The big prick stood out fiercely, ready for action. He took it in both his hands and guided it to the raw pink opening. Then he made her take it in both her soft palms and draw him inward in a lascivious movement of the hottest sex. He saw her grinning and knew that now they were both ready to really grind their love out. "Shove it all the way up my pussy," she moaned.

Slowly, his cock penetrated her open vagina. The slithering penis blocked up all the wet, awakened folds of her lubricious pussy. "Here," he said quietly, "take it in you, honey."

She had to bite her hp against the pain. Her cunt was very sore from all the misuse of the previous night. Besides, his dick was so big, so fat and hard.

"Want it?"

"Yes."

"Like this. Do you want it like this."

"Yes, Tom, like that, and that too, yes, ahhh."

He shoved harder, breaking into her uterus and sending chills into her womb. Then warm spasms of delightful longevity.

His rod tore into her more feverishly and made her twist and raise her pelvis in wild abandonment. He seized her breasts in his hands, smelling their wild country aroma, and chewed down hard on the rosy nipples. Little points appeared all around the area of each bud. She trembled happily.

He made her groan with pleasure, shoving her cunt up at him-over and over. "Oh, Tom, I can't stand it, do you hear? I love you so. Fuck me, give it all to me, oh my Tom, my sweet hot fucker, how you grind it into me?"

And she started to unleash a terrific flood of come all over his granite cock. "Ready, baby?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, fuck me!" she cried repeatedly. He drove on like a stallion, filling her pussy with all the boiling juice he could muster. They thrashed about on the ground as the sun rose into the sky and brought the daylight streaming over them. The smell of the grass and flowers was in their nostrils as they filled one another with words of tender hot passion.

Mia felt a sharp pain in her vagina, but only for a short while-soon the pain grew into a chill of wild pleasure. It centered in her anus somewhere, then shot down to her toes and slivered up her spine. Finally, her cunt seemed on fire and her cunt-folds inundated with hot sperm. A spasm shook her whole body. She sank down, down.

"Good, baby?" asked Tom.

"Yes, oh yes."

"Great. Just hang on."

Mia's lips moved but no words came out-she was like a bird flying upwards into limitless space. Her body strained hard as she released a river of hot fluid. Tom, too, was reaching the head of his explosion. His face held a kind of raw fury as he bucked vigorously.

"Oh!" he shouted, his muscles tensing. His long sinewy limbs braced against the back of a tree so he could get every last drop of his sperm into her. She met him hungrily, her eyes somewhat glazed.

"Oh, Tom, you know how to do it to me," she groaned.

Then Tom lay on the grass and she straddled him. "Let's make this a good one," he said. Her eyes darkened. She knew what he meant. Soon they would be separated. She hoped this would not, could not happen.

When his cock was sheathed again, he spread her ass cheeks wide and stuck his long index finger into it. To her surprise he also laughed crudely as well. Mia's womb was glutted with his craving penis. She took her own buttocks and spread them for him so that he could get his fingers in much deeper.

This motion, bending her back, caused her heavy white breasts to fall on his face, so he took first one then the other into his wet mouth. "So nice," he muttered. The taste of her milky tits was refreshing to him.

As he sucked on the nipples, his finger entered the tight puckered ass-hole. His red cock popped through her brown opening this time, as he quickly took his finger out. The sphincter muscles in her anus drove him nuts. Already he let forth some more juices. Now she raised her arms upward in a stretch that pulled her pussy lips tighter around his newly inserted fingers. This gave her the odd but delicious sensation of having two cocks in her at once. She was driven into a fury.

She began to tear her hair at the roots, so great was her pleasure. Tom's testicles were pumping hard now and he knew he would soon have to shoot another fountain of pure come into Mia's boiling vagina. The double splicing wasn't making her any less patient either. She sizzled on his cock.

MAKE THIS LAST TIME GOOD, the words threatened her happiness. Jet streams of come spurted into her open womb and ass-hole. Her youthful face was covered with sweat, as was her body and she felt as if she would break into a thousand pieces.

Her cunt was a cauldron of lubricity. Her ass swam in burning juices, like a pot roast cooking. She rubbed back and forth to get the full impact of both hand and cock. She grabbed her own tits in cupped hands and squeezed violently. Tom inserted a finger and pinched her clitoris. She then unleashed a torrent of come the-likes of which neither of them had ever seen before.

"Go, baby, go! Fuck my hard cock!"

"Give it all to me, Tom, really fuck me!"

And, giving with all her heart, Mia nearly lost her senses completely. "My darling, my sweet darling!" she cried at last. He held her cradled in his arms. Soon it would be time to go.

Tom realized he had to get some information from Mia, much as he hated to disturb their bliss. He liked her better than any of the broads he had met so far, and he wanted to see her again as often as he could.

So, when he framed his question, he was careful it give her a complete idea of what was going through his mind. It made her very thoughtful. She confessed that Tom was the best lover she had ever had, and that she would do anything for him, but she just couldn't tell him anything about the Jason Farmer incident.

Tom didn't believe her. She could see that in his eyes. With a moan, she nestled her face into his broad shoulder, and said: "Don't ask me anything else for now, Tom. I'll tell you everything, just as soon as I can. I promise."

"Okay, baby," he said, pushing her away from him, "in that case you'll have to excuse me. Without your information, I have to do a lot of work, and soon."

She shook her head sadly, but she had no choice. There were too many things in her life puzzling her. like Milly. What would Milly think about her lover teaming up with a private dick-if Milly happened to be involved in 'the plot?

And what would Jason Farmer think if he found out she'd been hanging out with his hired hand? It was too confusing.

CHAPTER FOUR

Nothing, no amount of worrying or anticipation, could have prepared Mia for the spectacle she would have found. She had long known about Milly's insatiable hunger for anything to do with sex. And she had seen Milly do some pretty weird things just to get off. But this time Milly had exceeded all of her past performances!

Milly was on the floor, her ass high up into the air. A burly beast called James was fucking her from behind. Jason was fucking Milly's face. And another gorilla called Dirk was under her sucking at her nipples.

Mia wouldn't have been shocked, but neither would she disturb them by entering in. It was a good thing she was still with Tom.

Nobody would have noticed her in any case. She wasn't needed. Milly had all the attention of her men, and she was lapping it up. Her entire body was being regaled by the finest,, roughest, and brightest pleasures she could hope for, and she was moaning and lowing like a horny cow.

James pulled out and rested for a moment. Immediately the other man abandoned her tits and tried to mount her. James stopped him. Milly just wanted a cock back inside her cunt, any cock.

Her legs parted sensually, aching for pricks. Dirk wanted to be second. "Let me have her this time."

"No, me," said James, angrily.

"But you just had her," commented Jason.

"Shut up, you have her all the time."

Jason's eyes glowed like coals of brilliant fire. Dirk went first. James stood behind him, drooling. "What a cunt, look at it!"

"She sure is a nice piece all right, Jason knows his stuff."

Dirk's cock wasn't quite up yet, so she grasped it between her two palms and rolled it; it slipped out of her reach. "Gee, this cock is too damn greasy," she said. "How can I get a good fuck out of it?" Her face was petulant.

"I'll lick some off of it," said Milly. She then took the mammoth cock in her mouth and soon it began to grow very big. "Thanks," said Dirk, smiling. A scar on his left cheek gave him a sinister appearance. He looked evil.

His hard body got on top of her while at the same time his glistening knob approached the target. James took the thick prick and guided it into the narrow hungry slit.

"Come on, hurry," said Milly.

"Hold on, chickie," said James, enjoying the scene thoroughly. Then Dirk shoved his cock into the smooth wet folds of Milly's hot anxious cunt. She cried out blissfully. "Oh, that's really nice. Now you've got me!"

The men watched as Dirk gave her a good solid fucking. His large hairy cock forced its way through all kinds of juice and pink meat. Her twat met his attack with gusto. At last they screwed to the hilt, filled to the brim, and Milly's clit hardened to the breaking point.

They came, roaring every obscenity. Dirk's sperm burst once, twice, savagely. The room was silent as only their sloshing sucking sounds could be heard. The two men watched, their throats dry with lust. "Now me," said James, his brute cock already hard.

While Milly was still soaked with come, he entered her. His dick slipped easily into the wet hole. She wrapped her legs around his back to draw him deep into her. soft cavern.

At that moment she reached around and parted her cheeks. "Come on, Jason, get into my ass while he fucks my cunt. It should be fun, right?" She laughed greedily, drunkenly.

"Sure thing, princess," said Jason, kneeling between her thighs. The double fuck was initiated, Milly being the inside.

"Hey," protested James, "I'm not sure I'm gonna like this."

"Oh, you will, don't worry," said Dirk, stilling a chuckle.

Feeling somewhat neglected, he stood over them and offered his cock. "Here," he said, "take some in your mouth Milly."

Milly took the long white sinewy cock into her mouth. Jason's pelvis was thrusting savagely at the ass before him. The four of them got very hot now. Their eyes were half-closed as they began to fuck their brains out.

"Oh, I'm coming!" yelled Milly.

Her tits bounced back and forth and she could feel her assailant's balls banging her ass-hole. Jason's cock crammed inward and they all plugged harder. James was about ready to come and started to slap their bodies with both hands.

"This is sure great!" he yelled happily, surprised that he was enjoying something he had always considered too way out for him.

Dirk grabbed his belt from his pants which were .lying on the floor. His arm raised and lowered the hard leather with a loud slap. Their bodies writhed in delighted agony as the mixture of sex. drugs and sadism drove them on. In a final moment that seemed co possess them all simultaneously, the four all climaxed together. The belt came down again and again. They fell over in a heap, panting like animals.

Then they started trying all sorts of things. They tied Milly to the bed and whipped her with the belt, then fucked her with a vibrating dildo. Jason pissed on her tits while she laughed and jerked off James. He then sucked her cunt while Dirk pissed into her anus. It was marvelous.

The woman on the couch, having heard the commotion, got up and ambled drunkenly over to the threesome. "Hey, don't forget me," she said gaily.

"Don't worry," said Jason. "We haven't forgotten you, baby. Join the fun." His eyes had gotten glassy.

"Watch these two beautiful women go at it," mumbled Dirk. The men enjoyed watching these two chicks make it. They were full and shapely and their asses jiggled as they embraced. It was a hot scene.

The woman inserted the vibrating cock into Milly's" cunt; it made a sloshing sound as she drove it in and out of her wet pussy. She moved this way and that, getting her box filled properly.

"Ram it up my cunt, bitch!" said Milly.

"Sure, doll-face." Then Milly began coming strongly, her sperm dribbling between her thighs. The other female bent over to suck her clitoris, still moving the thing in and out.

She next added a finger into Milly's stretched ass-hole. The touch of it made her groan with delirium. Her eyelids shut tightly. Her face was a swarm of pleasure. Then they reversed positions, the former getting her ass filled with the dildo.

"Ha, look at them go," said Jason, taking a long swig from the bottle. He was plastered.

Now she grew very hot and lay on her back, bringing Milly's mouth to her vagina. The tongue found its way through a special sweet slit and started sucking furiously.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"Let's give these girls a bath," said Dirk, inspired.

They lifted the two girls and dragged them into the bathroom. In no time the tub was filled with soapy hot water. They tossed the squealing women into the tub and farted in their faces.

Gleefully, they washed each other's backs with strong perfumed soap. Milly pressed forward, against the younger woman's body and they embraced. Their bodies were soapy and smooth. Milly stroked the other's breasts, then leaned over to take in one of the already stimulated nipples. As the shower beat down on them, they woke to new pleasures. Jason had turned on the shower.

The boys laughed and drank deeply while the two girls handled one another's tits tenderly, weighing them carefully. Beneath the pounding shower their lips met in a wet, open embrace.

"Honey," sighed the woman into Milly's ear. "Oh, give it to me."

The shower was like needle-points on their backs and tits, awakening every fiber of their bodies; their skin tingled with an aching pleasure. Each had found a new crevice, a new seat of pleasure and stimulation.

"Squeeze my clit," said Milly, her eyes shut tightly.

The other woman's experienced fingers found the delicate soft mound of flesh and began working it between her thumb and forefinger. Her face was full of pain.

Then she kneeled in the shower and took the hot clit into her lips. Water splashed on the floor and Jason scrubbed the two naked female backs with his fingernails.

"Suck me, I'm so hot," groaned one of them. James and Dirk couldn't tell who.

The woman's tongue lashed around the swollen meat, tasting all its juicy wetness, devouring all the fluids of passion. Her own eyes were closed as she reached around and grasped Milly's buttocks. Her nails dug into the soft well-rounded flesh, drawing the luscious cunt yet closer to her teeth. She began to bite the folds around the clitoris, making her squeal with pleasure.

"Oh, yes! Do it that way, oh, fuck!"

"Suck it all, bite it!"

"Mmmmmm delicious!"

They were now sixty-nining in the tub. Milly's clitoris was the larger, distended with blood and raising the other to her toes. The hot water continued to gush over them as they reached the summit of ultimate pleasure.

"I'm coming now! Help!" cried Milly, her long jet-black hair soaked and glistening in the bathroom light. Jason grabbed it and pulled sadistically while she came.

She screamed out in pain at the second crucial coming. The water was boiling hot on her back. James turned the spigot all the way to the left with a drunken laugh.

Now it came furiously cold. Ice cold. "Brrrr," said Milly, "who the fuck did that?"

"Just to make you come more," said James, still choked with laughter. She spat in his face. Jason slapped her. They started throwing water at each other. It became a game.

Milly slammed her hot pussy against the woman's fervent sucking mouth. She laughed in her throat as they both came again. She could taste all the juices starting to squirt out of Milly's cunt. It nearly gagged her.

The girl's fingers pressed Milly's ass closer, so as to get as much of the other's come as possible. She could feel the lovely, heavy breasts bouncing on her head and this drove her even more crazy with passion.

Her mouth was a tenacious, biting animal-it would not let go of the delectable clitoris. She buckled madly, unable to control her climaxing.

The come dripped out of both their pubic mounds, making a trail in the water. The shower washed the sweat off their faces. Milly lowered her head and kissed one of her partner's extended toes. She ran her tongue up the beautiful legs, coming up to the crotch of desire.

Her tongue swirled in the pubic area between the outstretched thighs, then she stood up slowly and started kissing Jason. Their lips sucked in one another heatedly. The girl sitting in the tub began running her mouth and tongue up the right leg, straight for pussyville.

Jason's and Milly's tongues whipped out against one another like wild snakes and they ground their mouths together in loose patterns. Milly strained against his hairy chest while the kneeling girl sucked on her button.

"Yes, baby, eat my clit while Jason boy kisses me and feels my tits."

And now it was hard passion that flowed among the three of them. James and Dirk had conked out against the toilet and were both snoring an opera.

The kneeling soaked woman in the tub chewed, sucked, nibbled all of Milly's opening. Her red membrane twisted wildly around the hot point. Their two luscious women's bodies were like statues under the cascading cold shower.

Jason ran his palms over the woman's face, leading back and forth, up and down over the reddened pussy. Jason stepped into the shower. His chest was large and muscular, covered with a bush of dark brown curls. His waist was strong as were his two thick legs. They took his arms and pulled him under the shower.

The water gushed over his head, matting his hair. His strong face grinned as he enjoyed the sight of these two voluptuous women, whose hands now worked a soapy lather over him.

"Nice," he said.

"He sure is built," commented the younger woman. Milly filled with pride.

"Yep. I oughta know," said Milly, lathering his great cock. "My stud horse."

The huge cock began to grow. Milly couldn't keep her eyes off it as she washed the crevice between his cheeks. Soon both women were washing his genitals, Milly taking the balls while the other girl grabbed his dick. They both held the powerful organ in their hands at last.

"This is no cock," said the woman, "this is a torpedo."

"Yeah, and I want to shoot it off in you," he said.

Milly twisted his cock in a wide circle. They all played around for awhile, feeling cunts and Jason's mammoth organ. Then Milly pressed her wet lips hotly against Jason's full mouth. He sucked in her tongue and they French-kissed. At the same time the other female handled his balls, jiggling them. The huge knob popped into her waiting mouth. She was dying to get all of his beautiful big prick. "Mmmmmm!"

"Save some for me," said the standing woman.

"Don't worry. There's enough here for a whole army." .

But Jason did not say a word. He was enjoying their active mouths on his prick and lips. Shots of pleasure tore through his belly, spine and testes.

The three of them grew lewder. Milly wrapped her legs around his waist in a standing position, her cunt lips spread wide open. The other girl helped them. She got a hold of his cock and inserted the head into Milly's pussy.

The knob throbbed its way in, though there was too much of it to get in the whole way. Her mouth enveloped his. They sucked tongues wetly as the cunt drew in his enormous prick.

"Yes, oh, boy, is he hung!" exclaimed the girl.

The sight of this heated her to the boiling point. She helped the other woman to hop up and down on the extended hard shaft, watching all the while as the cock slipped in and out harshly. The heavy round balls bounced rapidly. She took them in her cupped hands, squeezing them.

Her eyes were filthy with lust. Her lips were wet with saliva. The cold shower kept them awake, excited. The girl's cunt was a milking machine of Jason's cock. Her movements became faster. The shower smashed down on their eager bodies.

The girl now got behind Milly and put her mouth on the female anus. She could taste the clean tight hole and let her tongue dance beyond the puckered opening.

"Oh, shit," groaned the latter.

"Yes," said Jason, his voice starting to quaver, "suck her ass-hole while I fuck her cunt."

The flicker of the woman's tongue in her anus drove her crazy. She wrapped her legs even tighter around Jason's muscular hips. The big dick dug its way deeper and deeper. She thought she could feel it hitting the top of her womb.

Jason felt a rush of desire fill his loins and prepared for explosion. They thrashed together wildly. Quickly the girls exchanged places. Milly parted his buttocks and flicked her tongue between them. She had to bypass some curly hairs but soon popped past his opening. He groaned harshly.

"Like that?" she asked sincerely.

He had no time to answer. The girls felt him drawing back hard. His strokes were becoming longer and rougher. Sensing what was about to happen, Milly reached between his legs and pinched his balls, her tongue still glued to his anus.

He buckled. "Oh, hell, I'm blasting off!"

"Yes, darling. Shoot it all out, fill me!"

"We're fucking, the three of us are fucking!" cried Milly, ecstatic at this idea.

Come juices dribbled from the two fuckers' genitals and the young woman got under them to catch the stuff in her mouth. It tasted good and hot. Her face was red with energy. Glassy-eyed and aroused, she could only think of the huge cock that was plummeting in and out.

Milly's ass moved in and out as the tremendous hairy cock pursued her innards violently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned into his ears. She just couldn't seem to get enough.

"Let me have him now," begged the other girl.

"Don't worry. You'll get yours too, bitch!" said Jason.

Now he lay down in the overflowing tub. The woman sat on his stomach, her ass facing his head. She spread her cheeks open with two lovely hands, and said, "Go ahead, fuck me up the cunt."

It was no problem getting his dick up. The mere sight of the woman's beautifully shaped buttocks was enough to raise an old man. She reached around and helped him get the knob in. Milly stood under the refreshing shower and looked down at them. She was beginning to sober up. Jason was not aware of this. Milly watched his large shaft plug into the other woman's cunt from the rear. He reached up and squeezed both her large tits, pulling her backwards. She now lay on his stomach, plugged t in reverse, cunt exposed. "Come on, honey, join the fun," she said to Milly. With nimble fingers she parted her own slit lewdly.

Staring up at her was the pink opening of the other's hot cunt. It was too tempting to refuse so she knelt down between their legs and with a quick movement buried her mouth on the tasty muff. Jason continued fucking from underneath, inserting a finger wherever and whenever he could.

His great knees drew back, raising her. The hot flicking tongue lapped up her initial juices, the clit swollen hard as a cock. Jason jammed hard up into the vagina while Milly sucked. The shower rained down on their horny bodies as they goaded one another into summit after summit of pure lust.

They all burst simultaneously. Jason spanked their asses with the heavy scrub-brush while sucking Milly's cunt as she stood up. He was happy. "Hey, you guys! Wake up and see what we're up to." But they continued snoring, oblivious.

Milly woke from her terrible 'stupor, realizing slowly what was going on. She stepped quickly out of the tub and looked into the mirror. "Oh, I look horrible. Where's Mia?" she added, her throat panicking. "Where's my girl, Jason? Have they found her? How long has it been?"

Jason trembled. "Well..."

"Answer me! What have you done to me? Why aren't I out looking for Mia? You bastard!" She lunged at him, her fingernails extended. She wanted to scratch out his eyes.

Jason pushed her away from him and began to collect his clothes.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here!" he said to the others. "I've had enough of this bitch to last me for a long time."

Milly closed the door and smiled evilly to herself. She had gotten what she wanted. Now she had Jason where she wanted him, cornered. He would regret that he ever knew Milly Burns. He made the big mistake in underestimating her. She wasn't drunk. And she had enjoyed the abuse at the hands of Jason and his friends. It was a good sexual thrill and she was satiated for awhile and she got what she wanted. Now all she had to do was wait.

Mia and Tom had continued fucking in silence after the little talk. Mia was wondering if she had done the right thing in confiding in Tom even as little as she did. She had to have him. That she knew for sure. But she could not be sure that he could be trusted. After all, he was in the employ of Jason Farmer. He could be working for him just as hard as before.

Tom eased out after he came in her wet cunt.

"Please, Tom, I have had plenty of fucking. I am really sore down there."

"Sure, baby. I understand. You have been through a lot the past few hours. We can suck each other off if you want."

Mia definitely wanted it but she was in a haze from the drugs that the people had given her at the commune. She didn't know what they had given her and she hoped that she would be able to drive home without piling up the car. She was anxious to see Milly and tell her of the new development with Tom. She wondered if Milly would be upset or glad. She wasn't sure herself if she had done the right thing. Her mind was starting to slip and she had trouble remembering who she was with. She couldn't bring herself to see Tom's face in her mind and she slowly began to forget where she had been the last few hours as she got up and, with Tom's help, started.

"Are you sure you can drive?" Tom asked her as he helped her to her feet.

Tom and Mia stood on the edge of the road.

He turned and ran off. She couldn't keep her eyes off his muscular back as he disappeared off into the distance. She would never forget him, how he saved her, the way he loved her.

She turned slowly and headed towards home. Home. It was a funny word. What would she find there? Cars passed in the blue distance, she could hear their motors turning over. The sky was getting cloudy, it looked like rain. Her heart felt heavy on her ribs.

As she turned the corner of Grove Street, she wondered what Milly was doing; of course she must be worried about her.

And then the rain fell on her head, down her cheeks and she felt suddenly very lonely and afraid, such as when she had, as a child, run away from home. Her jeans were soaked, and the nipples of her plump aggravated breasts shoved through her T-shirt. She tried to open the front door, but it was locked. She went around to the back. The back door was open, thank goodness. She entered the house, dripping wet. She walked through the kitchen. Not a sound was to be heard. Suddenly, with a shudder, she realized the house was empty. She felt very lonely. She went to her room and peeled off her wet clothes. The mirror reflected her body. She had lost some weight, but still was nicely shaped. In fact, she noticed an added sensuality about her, a gleam on her body.

She fell back onto the bed, exhausted. In seconds she was asleep and dreaming. In the dream, Tom was having her. She was taking his cock and placing the head deep into her cunt. Reddish colors swirled around them. The hard thing went slickly in, plunging with a single stroke the moist open flesh, and she cried out.

"Here, take this once more," he kept saying.

"Yes, yes," she answered him.

His ass pounded downward as she was royally fucked. Her eyes got wet as she felt him plow her. TOM, TOM, WHERE ARE YOU? Her breasts bobbed up and down and her curly blonde twat coiled and uncoiled and uncoiled. The heavy cock pressed against her clit as she fucked him back, giving them both the wildest sensations.

Finally her nails dug into his chest and she reached down and squeezed the cream-filled balls. As the thick liquid streamed into her vulva, she skyrocketed her own torrent of pure raging juice. Sensing this, Tom, too, began to climax.

They both had a delicious orgasm. Mia's belly slammed upwards in a hot frenzy to some crazy noise, like the thumping of drums. She belted a river of come at him.

"Suck me," he said suddenly.

"Yes, darling."

She took his cock into her mouth. It slopped in and out of her red lips and she sucked furiously, tonguing him madly, running her teeth on his blue veins, jerking his balls. His ass pounded against something-she could not tell what it was-and he kneaded her tits and pinched her nipples. Her blonde hair flew back and forth with her head, and just at the crucial moment she reached finder his ass and thrust her index finger into his anus.

"Ahh," she heard him cry.

The touch of her finger surprised and heightened him, it seemed. His mouth hung open and an endless jet of come drenched her mouth, running over her lips and down her body.

She pulled him to the ground, he fell on his back, she still sucking, he still pounding his cock for all it was worth into her waiting hungry .mouth. Then she rubbed his come all over her body as if it were a luxurious soap. "I love your come, darling," she was saying. "Let me dance in it!" And then she was laughing with happiness, licking every drop she could find.

Tom's cock was still hard and she was full of vinegar. But then the dream quickly changed and she was with Lydia. Lydia still wanted her. They lay side by side in a foggy place. They were sixty-nining, it appeared.

"Remember me?" said Lydia. "I tried to kill you. I'm sorry now. I want to make you come."

They sucked each other's boxes and then came into one another's burning mouths. Lydia clasped her legs around the other's neck, taking the lustful tongue deep into her hot cunt.

Mia sucked hard and long as she felt her own clit shiver into currents of glorious come. Each of them shot four loads, one on top of the other.

"This is a gas," said Lydia.

"Yes, thank you for coming back.""

"I hope you forgive me for all the things I did."

"Of course," said Mia, clasping the other girl closer to her.

"I really love you," said Lydia.

"I feel the same way," whispered Mia, bracing her cunt against her partner's bush. Mound to mound they rubbed, their mouths wide open, planted against one another.

"Here," said Lydia, fingering Mia's cunt, "Let me keep you warm from the rain." They fingered pussies, drawing more liquids out, until at last they could bear it no longer.

Grinning cruelly, Lydia took a rubber cock and flung open Mia's legs. She inserted it hard. The long hard coarse thing was shafted to the hilt.

"There," said Lydia.

"But I thought you loved me," said Mia.

"Love can be cruel," said Lydia.

Her cunt was filled with pain at first, but before long Lydia was moving the thing in and out of her with tremendous speed and the sizzling sensation turned to pure ecstasy.

The length was not so great, but the leather was so thick that she felt really horny. Her cunt ate the cock. She started to climax with each successive thrust.

Lydia drove on furiously, her face glowing with fierce sensuality. The cock was doing a good job. Mia was hysterical. "I want no more of that kind of thing," she was saying over and over.

"It is a part of you now," said the other.

Mia was hysterical. Her long legs kicked, spread wide apart. She jumped on the ground, her ass banging the grass.

"Oh, no, please, no more, I want to be clean."

Then her cries of protestation stopped and she began to move her cunt in wide circles, taking more and more into her. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me! Pour it all into me," she yelled in her sleep.

Suddenly the cock had two points to it; Lydia mounted the other side. They were both fucking the same dildo. They writhed in agony, coming again, a loud uproarious climax that made them pull each other's hair by the roots and bite each other's necks to blood. "You beautiful cunt," murmured Mia.

She ran her fingers through the thick black pubic bush. Lydia touched her cheek in return, smiling. She pressed her gorgeous lips against Mia's. Her tongue went into the warm wet cavity and licked the roof. Their spittle mingled voluptuously.

She could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing down, a talent she had developed lately. She slipped her finger in and out, crooking it so that the nail would brush against her button.

"Ohhh," she groaned.

Suddenly the scene changed and it was Jason fucking her. They were in a filthy toilet somewhere. He was screwing her against the sink standing. She remembered the look of evil satisfaction on his face. He rammed her hard. Her skirt was up, the legs parted.

"No, not here," she was saying.

In the toilet mirror they could watch each other fucking.

He kneaded her soft tits, having opened several buttons on her blouse and entered with his left hand. The probe had driven her wild; they had to bite their lips in order not to shout out.

Their pubic mounds met thrust for thrust, the head of their private orgy growing into a boil. His hands went down to her buttocks and pinched them roughly through the light material.

They plunged with all their might to give the greatest pleasure. A multiple orgasm overtook them.

She woke up with a start, sweat pouring down her face. She could still feel her vaginal muscles squeezing down over his fingers. She was masturbating herself. Those damn drugs still had not worn off. She had to satisfy herself before Milly came home.

She slid off the bed and onto the soft bedroom rug. Her eyes were dilated as she plunged three fingers into her cunt. "Must hurry. Must come," she whispered urgently into the darkened room. The raindrops beat on the window glass, causing a tempo to build in her guts.

"Oh, shit, I need something to fill me," she cried out loud.

Panicked, she ran into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out a long fat carrot. "This ought to do the trick," she said. She went back into the bedroom, locked the door. Lying backwards, she spread her lovely legs open wide. Her small waist quivered with desire as she put the tip of the carrot at the furry opening.

Slowly, sensuously, she began to insert the thing. "Ahhh," she moaned quietly. It was big and good and she forced it in hard. Her face went slack. "Yes, yes, that's just right."

Her cunt engulfed the smooth hard plant. The circumference of it touched every sensitive area of her box. Tears came to her eyes as shots of vibrant electricity spiraled up her uterus.

Now her movements were increasing, and she spliced herself over and over. The thick carrot swirled in her pussy nicely. She made circles with it and moved back and forth over its point. She grasped it and stood up, gorged with the thing.

Now it hit high against the walls of her vagina and she could move anyway she liked. She had to hurry before Milly got back. The reflection she saw in the mirror was ludicrous beyond words and made her vulgar. "That hot carrot prick. Fill me, satisfy me! Ahhh!"

Then it happened, the most voluptuous come she had had in hours, a sweep of joyous pleasure that made her bounce wildly and cry out in lascivious tones. "Ram it in me, fuck me good. Oh, how I boil over with come!

"Shit, fuck me!"

Stream after stream of hot lava poured over the shaft. She rubbed her belly with one hand, kneeling. "Ohh, that was so good, so fucking good." She removed the carrot and something lewd in her made her taste the tip of it. She sucked on it like a cock, then started hungrily eating it. She realized she hadn't eaten in days.

"Now the other place-must get the other place," she muttered insanely. There was still half a carrot left. She dropped to her hands and knees.

Crazy with lust, she jammed the carrot up her ass-hole and pushed till she thought she would swoon from the excruciating pains that flashed through her. But she kept it up, pushing, pushing, till only the knob of it stuck out of her ass. Then she turned it around and pushed it up her anus with the blunt end first.

It fit, and she moved it in and out at a frantic, erratic pace. She was drooling and gibbering, too fired up to see or think straight. But then the sound of the front door slamming shut caught her attention.

Hurriedly she extricated the greasy carrot and hid it under her pillow. Then she lay down with her eyes closed, trying to regulate her breathing. Sweat beaded her brow, and she was deeply flushed. But she hoped no one would notice.

CHAPTER FIVE

Naturally Milly had to come upstairs to check on her lover. And the fact that Mia seemed to be sleeping didn't deter the ebullient woman one bit!

"Baby!" she cried, pulling the covers off her and taking her into her arms, "where have you been! We were all just sitting around worrying about you!"

"How sweet of you," said Mia, kissing her.

But in her mind she recalled the lecherous scene she had witnessed, and marveled at the position in which they had worried.

"Tell me all about it now, where did you go? Not cheating on your lover, now are you?"

Milly laughed at her own joke, but soon became serious. It was as though she smelled her young lover's horniness. Perhaps the smell of cunt and ravaged ass-hole lingered in the bed clothes. Whatever the reason, she cut her laughter off abruptly and began to take her clothes off.

Mia was all for that. Her own unspent lust simmered inside her belly uncomfortably. She opened her legs wide to Milly's approaching tongue and submitted delightedly to its expert caresses. If there was one part of Milly that she could have for keeps, it would be her lively wet tongue. A fire rose in her vagina, driving her mad with perversity. Soon Milly's cunt tensed firmly and her whole body raised and shuddered.

"Suck me, suck my cunt!" demanded Milly.

The peculiar tasting liquid squirted in her mouth and she drank its bittersweet flood hungrily. Her hands clutched Milly's ass instinctively and pushed the cunt downward hard.

"Oh, drink it all, you little bitch," said Milly.

Mia's own cunt was pulling at the leash. In a moment she would flood her own juices. A pinching sensation swirled around her button and shot up through her belly. She moved her pelvis upwards. Then, she exploded.

"Oh, let's come now!"

"Ahhhh!" screamed Milly.

Her pussy juice spilled forth copiously. A raw expression broke the innocence of her face and she bit her Milly's button, shoving a finger into her ass-hole.

This last action rocketed Milly into another orbit of raging lust. She came again, shooting load after load of female spunk into Mia's waiting hungry mouth. The two of them moved like animals.

"Wait darling," said Milly, rising, her eyes blurry and strange. "I'll take care of you."

Mia at first did not notice her strapping on the leather belt with its long rubber cock. Neither did she feel the first insertion, on the head of her pussy. She was only aware of a probing feeling that branched off into her cunt as she glided in some blue-green sky.

Then a sudden sharp pain broke her vision, pierced her cunt in a forward thrust. She felt once more the full soft red lips of Milly upon her own, tawted the slithering tongue that knew every corner of a woman's mouth. "What are you--? "

"Quiet honey. From now on it's just me and you."

Yes, perhaps that was it. Perhaps Milly hated men, the cruelty they always brought. Her own body lunged hard against her rubber attachment. It felt like a real hard man's penis. Blood filled her clitoris as her cunt felt gorged with fierce passion. The long hard dick crammed her mercilessly. "Yes, so good," she heard herself moan.

She could see, through half-opened eyes, Milly's beautiful face twisted with promiscuity and drunkenness. She reached up to grab the soft brown hair and pulled her lips down onto hers again. She murmured, "Fuck me, Milly."

"Yes. Take my long cock into you."

Her body was a torrent of fire as she met thrust for thrust, grind for grind of the enormous prick. She slid on it, making it hit all the right places and wet folds of her pussy. Her shapely ass banged the mattress as Milly plowed the hell out of her. She cried out.

"Give it to me!"

Then, they both came wildly. Milly licked the inside of her mouth, tasting all the wetness there. Then, with a sharp motion, she lifted and flipped her over, withdrawing momentarily the long soaked rubber dildo.

"Let's have a taste of the other hole," she said.

She licked in her ass-crack first, getting it nice and juicy. Milly parted the cheeks, laid her rubber cock on target and slowly worked it in. Mia tightened under this unusual penetration, tears coming into her eyes. It had been a while since the last ass-fucking, it seemed.

Milly slammed the cock inwards, as if impatient with the excess of time being lost. Then she moved it in and out more easily. Mia could feel all the initial shoves and pleasures of that wonderful byway. Soon Milly had her clit between finger and thumb at the same time. This double sensation produced a frenzied movement in her channel. It slipped back and forth over the long cock.

"Oh, fuck me, fill me, Milly!" she cried.

Milly pushed faster than before, gliding and pressing Mia's button with savage delight. The rubber dildo was a two-way affair. It had a black cock that penetrated the fucker's cunt while she plowed her victim. With each shove of her body, Milly impaled herself at the same time.

The fingers worked viciously over her secret button, and the folds of her cunt swelled. Her voice was husky, deep, lewd. "Milly, how you cunt me, I mean fuck me!"

Then Milly changed entrances again, parting the white ass-cheeks still and thrusting a finger there to replace the cock. She worked finger and cock back and forth hotly. Her breasts flopped wildly. They both could feel the come rising in them. It welled somewhere in the bottom of their stomachs, sank down to their toes, shot up the nipples and swept through their female bodies like a tornado.

Mia's sperm ejected like lava and she tensed, gripping the rubber cock while Milly creamed all over her ass. Their mixed juices drenched the sheets. They could look over at the mirror and watch shaking white flesh, pubic mounds shaking.

Mia's face was full of lust and she groaned another climax. He. knees dipped and rose and she squeezed herself with crazy motions. She felt like a wanton bitch and could not stop. Over and over she slipped on the rubber cock, never getting enough.

Their tongue hung loosely from their mouths and their eyes were popping out of their heads. So hot were they that Milly pissed into Mia's mouth and the latter got on her knees and shit over both of them. They fucked like this, then went into the shower and washed off their sweat and filth.

They got back into bed, eager for more, without speaking. Then Milly squeezed every part of her body, sucking on her lover's young ripening nipples, inserting her fingers into both rear and front holes. Mia groaned in paroxysms of lewd pain and delight. Then-hungry bodies pushed together as they rolled on the floor. Mia returned her embraces with total fervor. Finally, she lay on her back with Milly on top of her. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. Somethin wet and hard was slipping in her pussy. Through half-closed eyes she could see Milly's head buried between her white legs. A flicking sensation as something was being nibbled and licked on. Mia sensed a hardening in the slit of her cunt and murmured. "Yes, oh, God yes, how nice it is!"

"Like Milly's tongue on you? Hm?"

"Suck it, bite it!"

Milly worked her mouth over the young button, working it up with her teeth, her tongue, her lips. Mia's young ass lifted from the bed to grind herself upwards into the attack. Her bush was soaked as spittle dripped from her open pink gash down into her ass-crack.

Mia loved the feeling that penetrated into her. The warm comforting sensation of being taken with lusty passion. This woman was a stranger to her, so drunk with love. And the strangest thing of all was that she didn't feel any guilt. None whatsoever. Mia couldn't take it any longer. "Ahhh, help!"

"Hold on, baby," said Milly, her eyes burning with desire. She reversed herself so that her rump came down to Mia's nose, while her pussy fell directly on the mouth.

Milly's butt was so ripe, so delicious, that Mia began to kiss it all over. It tasted like good fruit to her.

"Now, suck me too!" said Milly, quivering drunkenly.

The smell of Milly's anus drove Mia forward, bringing out a lewdness she didn't understand in herself; she lost her head completely. She licked and bit the erected clit that was being pressed on her vibrant tongue. At that instant a fire of madness rose in her cunt, making her hot with passion. The walls got soaked again. Then Milly's twat pressed firmly and her body raised, wild, shuddering.

"Eat me, you little shit. Suck your Milly's hot cunt!"

Faster, faster, it went on.

Again: "I'm gonna cream in your little mouth, so drink all my comejuice hard! Oh, oh, shit!" yelled Milly. The peculiar-tasting juice filled Mia's mouth and she drank down its bittersweet river thirstily. She loved the taste.

She reached up and grabbed Milly's ass, pushing the big swollen pussy downward. Her lips were full of comejuice. She grinned.

"Oh, you slut!" she cried to her, "you do everything!"

Now Mia's own cunt was pulling at the reins. In a moment she would squirt her own flood. A burning sensation swept around her clit and sparked through her belly. She moved her pelvis upwards hard.

Then, she exploded. "Bite me, Milly! Suck it, suck it!"

Her vaginal fluids spilled forth copiously. A raw expression broke the innocence of her face and she tongued her button and shoved a finger hotly into her behind.

This last movement pitched Milly into another circle of mad lust. She climaxed again, shooting another load of female come into Mia's waiting hot mouth.

Both of them lay in one another's arms for awhile.

"Dear? Did you like that."

"Yes, oh yes!"

"Have a puff of hashish," she said.

She took in a long drag and the fumes filled her lungs with a strange pleasure, one that lifted her up, up, into a world of heavenly carelessness. Her flesh began to tingle with horny lust, as if she had had too much wine.

Somehow Milly had become very strange in her absence. Had Jason had something to do with it? She wondered. They both puffed on the hash for quite awhile, until it w,as time again for them to embrace.

This time Mia spread her legs. Milly took hold of the rubber cock again and inserted the fat prick into her delicious cunt. "Here," she said, jamming it in. A livid color came to Mia's eyes as Milly worked the long prick in and out of her. Milly's gorgeous ass was moving in the motions of intercourse as well. Mia buckled like a mare. The pain was great because Milly was biting into her ass cheeks with sharp teeth. It only lasted for a few seconds though. When she came, her lovely lips opened to let out a rage of desire.

Next she exchanged places with Milly. The latter lay down on the bed while Mia strapped on the cock and kneeled between her soft legs.

"Wait, give me a suck first," said Milly.

"Okay."

She sucked Milly's cunt and felt the nub of her button growing extremely hard. They made a sixty-nine and Milly sucked violently at the juices in her lover's box. Her arms were wrapped around the other's neck. Mia took one of her hands and guided it to her warm pussy.

"Get my ass-hole, honey," said Milly, feeling her oats now.

Mia sank to her knees on the floor while Milly sat on the edge of the bed. She then let her red tongue enter the secret crevice. Milly helped by raising her pelvis and showing her the tight brown opening. After a good licking she instructed her to fuck her ass-hole with the rubber cock.

Mia was smiling. Her tongue hung out, licking the lips in utter perversion. She stuck a pretty finger up her own ass as the double cock pounded into Milly's cunt.

Two hands gripped tightly into her hair and snapped her head back until the muscles in her throat were strained tight. "Now suck my cunt, you little bitch," demanded Milly.

The hands pulling at her hair, forcing her head down, tore a moan of pain from her lips. The pressure on the back of her head pushed lips within a few tantalizing inches of the waiting cunt.

Tears flowed from her eyes dropping onto white thighs like drops of rain. Hesitantly, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of the open slit. Opening her mouth and putting out her tongue as if she were tasting a new food and not sure if it was going to be flavorful, she slowly licked the warm pink flesh. It was soft against her tongue.

Sending her arms until the elbows were braced against the floor she slid her hands around the open thighs onto the soft mound of the belly. Her fingers teased lightly until the skin rippled under the sensitive touch of her fingers. Then, pressing her lips to the hairy mound, she opened her mouth and sucked the flesh in. Milly moaned. Her clit was like a smooth velvet against her daughter's tongue.

"I love your cunt, Milly," she said. Her mouth was full of the aching flesh. She didn't expect an answer because she recognized all the signs of female orgasm coming on. A violent urge ripped through her. Pressing her thumbs down, she pulled the cunt lips wide open until the flesh was an open valley of pink. Then, releasing the tender mound opened her mouth wide and pressed it in deep. Her tongue sucked hotly at the lips, running up one smooth wall of flesh and down the other.

Her mouth lashed at the tender flesh until the clitoris was throbbing wildly against her lips. Taking it into her mouth, she trapped the pulsating erection between her tongue and the sharp edge of her teeth.

She looked up over the writhing twisting body, between the cone-shaped tits to Milly's lust-filled face. Deliberately she closed her teeth slowly. The effect was immediate as the body exploded, the hips arching violently into the air and then slamming down hard against the cushions. The round fleshy cheeks slapped wildly together as Milly, shaking from head to toe, ground out her pleasure. Deep-throated moans poured out of her mouth as her lungs strained for breath.

With a loud scream, her body lurched into the air, trembled violently and collapsed writhing, twisting her hips and pushing her cunt deeper into the sucking mouth. White juice spurted out of the hole. Mia released the quivering flesh between her teeth and, sliding her tongue down over the wet flesh, pushed her tongue deep into the hole letting the warm juice pour into her throat. She swallowed thirstily in her own lewd passion the warm sweetness exciting her until her own cunt was quivering. It drove her to the edge of madness as Milly screamed out her orgasm. Mia reached about desperately around the squirming thighs and levered them back. Her fingernails clawed red streaks down along the contracted buttocks. She could hardly keep her breath as she gasped for air around the fleshy cunt lips. She wanted it-hot and wet-she moaned as the contracting cunt muscles nibbled at her tongue, trying to pull it deeper.

Mia withdrew her head and stared as the quivering cunt pumped up and down helplessly. A crazed ecstatic smile played across her lips as the pelvis thrust up in wild abandon and then screwed down for relief. She knew Milly was straining to come again. She could hear the animal grunts deep in her throat. Cupping the warm white cheeks of her full ass, her fingers kneaded the warm soft flesh pulling the rounded cheeks apart. Levering the thighs back hard, the hips rose up the plane of her lips. Her eyes focused on the tight little anus and then as if drawn by a magnet, they closed around the soft flesh. She sucked it into her mouth and kissed the flesh with her tongue, caressing the hole with tight stabbing little circles. She played with the hole until she felt it relax and then slipped her tongue deep into the vibrating hole. Milly moaned excitedly and putting her trembling thighs around her neck, locked her tight against her buttocks.

"Yes, oh, yes-do it like that-ohhh," she kept repeating.

Eager to please Mia began swirling her tongue up into the hole. Opening her mouth wide, she encompassed as much of the living flesh between her lips as she could hold. She felt her body screaming with passion, wild. She began to come again, she sucked even harder-more-give to Milly-give her all, everything-

They both fell on their backs and slowly recuperated from their strenuous fucking. Mia was glad to be back with her lover after the bad experience in the woods at the commune. She had fucked a lot of men but she never imagined in her wildest dreams that she could take on so many men at once and live to tell about it.

Milly got up slowly and lay on Mia, fitting her body perfectly on her so that her cunt and Mia's fitted together and her tits lay on Mia's. She wiggled her body to get herself heavily installed on her. Then she moved her mouth to Mia's ear.

"We have to talk, honey. I have some things to tell you and I am sure that you must have something to tell me too," she said hardly above a whisper as she wiggled her pussy on Mia's.

Mia lay silent and waited for Milly to talk.

"I want to hear what you have been doing first," said Milly as she increased the speed and intensity of her movements.

"You won't believe me but I can't remember where I've been for the last day."

"You are right, baby. I don't believe you," she answered with just the slightest hint of annoyance Mia knew now she would have to convince her.

"You have got to believe me. It is the truth. You know I wouldn't lie to you. Besides, where I've been is not important nor interesting. It is who I have been with and what I have learned."

"I'm listening."

"Well, I was with Tom like you told me to. He told me that he suspected Lynn Fair of having something to do with taking a shot at

Jason. He wanted to know if I knew anything about it. I told him I didn't but then later with a little of his persuasive ability, if you know what I mean, I told him that I knew something but that I couldn't tell him yet but that he would know in time. Is that all right?"

"You did fine, honey. You did just fine. We have Tom Mason running in circles and he will fit just right in our plan and we will have him to ourselves too. Just imagine having that huge cock and experienced mouth all to ourselves. I just hope he doesn't get nasty. It would be a shame to have to get rid of him but I don't think it will be necessary."

Mia certainly hoped not. She loved Tom and she was not about to lose the best lay she ever had. She wondered when he would show up again because she was dying already for his steely cock to be inside her cunt.

"I want you to get friendly with Lynn Farr before Tom does. I want to know what she is doing at all times. We can't afford a slip now. Now there is something else you should know. I found out from Jason that nobody took a shot at him and that he is out to get the rest of us. He offered me a deal if I went along with him. He thought I was drunk but I was sober and told him that I would go along but is he in for a rude surprise. You and me will get it all, baby, and we'll have Tom too."

Mia thrust her pelvis up to meet Milly's grinding pussy as she held her tightly. She felt very secure knowing that Milly had things under control. She reminded herself to get set up with Lynn. She remembered what Milly had told her about the time when they were all on the boat with Jason.

Lynn was in need of a job and a place to stay. She also knew that she wanted to be a model and that was one field that Mia had pull in. It would be easy to keep tabs on Lynn and Milly made it that much easier by giving her the address of the hotel where she was staying.

* * *

Lynn Farr, a gorgeous redhead, had been in town ever since she had put up the money with the other to go out on Jason Farmer's boat and locate the treasure. She knew that there was a lot of money involved and now she was trapped by her investment. It took almost all the money she had to get a piece of the action. Now that complications had set in she was forced to wait until things were straightened out and she could get her share.

She was a simple girl and the orgy on the boat had shocked her. It had been a horrible experience for her as she was forcibly raped by two men and a woman. They abused her and subjected her to the most humiliating things. She never dreamed people did those things. Jason had done most of it but the others helped quite a bit. He had pissed on her at one point and she had spent the majority of the trip naked and on her. back for the pleasures of the other three. She often thought of sweet revenge for Jason and she was happy when she heard from Tom Mason that somebody was trying to shoot him. It meant more money and revenge for her.

Mia was nice to be her roommate in the apartment and to pay her expenses until she got her a modeling job. She was not getting any sex, though, and she was getting the feeling that Mia didn't mean everything that she said to her. It seemed like she was never going to get her a job as a model and not having any men to fuck was getting on her nerves. She was not sure that she could let a man fuck her after the boat ride with Jason and the others. Mia had promised her that she would help her out but she had not had a date in a long time.

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she got with Mia. Even one guy. Then suddenly she remembered what she had told Mia one night.

"I'm afraid of men," she had said.

"Honest?" she had answered, looking surprised.

"Well, I like them, and I'm interested in them, but I'm afraid of getting well."

"Pregnant?"

"Well, that I suppose. But I'm actually afraid of being, you know, being."

"Fucked?"

"Yeah," she had mumbled.

Lynn was not used to words like that and she had blushed. Not that she was offended. She rather liked the words, liked the sound of them, and dreamed of using them with someone she really cared for.

"Listen, honey," Mia told her. "You've got to get with it. Learn to dig all sorts of things."

Thinking about that night annoyed Lynn. Mia had said that to her, yet she had never offered to introduce her to anyone. It was strange and it was annoying.

It seemed at times too that Mia really wanted her to stay in her semi-virginal state. As though maybe Mia wanted her all to herself.

She had dinner at a small Mexican restaurant which she particularly liked. The place was filled with laughing couples and even the older ones made her feel more than a little alone. Everybody's in love, she thought, except me.

The waiter who brought her a martini was cute. She liked the well-fitting white shirt and the dark, tight-fitting pants. He had a beautiful olive complexion, dark eyes with a glint. He was one of the handsomest, sexiest men that she had seen so far in the city.

Lynn sipped her drink. At least she could enjoy the new freedom of going out and having a good drink with a meal. Back home you couldn't even buy a drink at a restaurant. In fact, you never saw a woman alone in a restaurant.

When the waiter brought the first course, Lynn could have sworn that his fingers touched her neck as he placed the dish before her. She decided her frustrations were getting the best of her. She ate the meal with relish, and then ordered a liqueur.

This time, as the waiter brought the check, there was no mistake about it. She hadn't been imagining things. As he put the check before her, he leaned close and his warm leg pressed against her. She cursed her timidity, but only smiled faintly up at him and paid the check.

She did not forget the dark handsome waiter on the way home. In fact, she couldn't get him out of her mind. But as she neared the small apartment house where she lived, something else attracted her attention.

On the stoop of the house next to hers, the dark-haired man sat strumming a guitar.

When she saw him, she felt her heart leap into her mouth. And her body stiffened. A chill ran down her spine.

He looked up as she approached and smiled. Instantly, she liked his face, and recognized Tom Mason. It was a sensitive face, she thought, with big eyes and a full, pink mouth.

And there was something else about him. He looked a little dangerous.

Up close, he didn't look like a hippy at all. In fact, he looked out of place sitting on a stoop in that neighborhood. She could well imagine him on a rolling green campus somewhere.

Something about his open smile dissolved her usual timidity. The timidity that had seemed silly to her back at the restaurant when the waiter had touched her.

She approached him and watched his long-fingered hands pluck at the strings of his guitar. The memory of his long, lean, muscular body made her throat tight.

"You play very well," she said.

"Thanks," he said. "I've got lots of talents."

The reply was fresh, but not unfriendly. And not, she thought a trifle uneasily, unsuggestive. He stared at her with warm, open blue eyes. Sexy as hell she thought.

"Like what?" she said brazenly.

"Really interested?"

"Sure," she answered flippantly.

"Why don't you invite me up for a drink?" He looked at her suggestively: "Besides, I've been waiting for you."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. How about that drink."

"Okay."

She could feel his intense eyes on her ass as he followed her up the stairs and into her apartment.

After the first drink, they seemed to be old friends. He seemed so young in many ways. Except the way he kept looking her up and down. After the second drink she put on records and they began to dance.

He told her a lot about his investigation. She loved watching him move, the lithe body contours visible under the shirt and the tight fitting jeans.

She went out to get more ice and when she returned most of the lights were out. He was sprawled out on the sofa. As she walked toward him, she eyed briefly the bulge between his legs.

She stood in front of him and he looked her up and down, then took her arm and pulled her down beside him. When she felt his mouth against hers she relaxed. It had been so long. It tickled a little.

"You're sexy as hell," he said.

She bit her tongue. She was just about to say so are you and thought better of it.

His lips touched her neck as his hand slid over her breasts. It was like being back with Jason, except that he seemed to be a bit more sure of himself. He whispered how much he liked her breasts and coaxed her out of her blouse.

Quickly he unfastened her bra and admired her large breasts, fondling them with sure hands. It had been a long time since she had felt a man's touch. Even though it was gentle it was still rougher than a woman's. More sexual, she thought.

"Let's get more comfortable," he said, slipping quickly out of his shirt.

He leaned close to her, removing her bra, pulling the straps over her arms. She loved the feel of his firm chest against her and the way his hands slid over her breasts.

"Let's dance," He said pulling her up.

"Like this?" she looked down at him and at her naked breasts.

"Sure."

He started the machine and pulled her close, her soft warm nipples firm against his hard chest. As they danced, he moved the middle part of his body closer, firmer, until she could tell that he was getting hard. And she pushed back against him.

Taking his hands from her shoulders, he moved them over her back and cupped them around her buttocks.

"Umm," he said against her neck, "You have a marvelous ass."

He pushed his swelling crotch against her own and she trembled in response. She had never danced this way before and her feet moved with the music easily and followed the strong body leading her.

She was wiggling closer against him trying to get the bulge of his hard prick between her thighs.

Before she knew it, he had unfastened her skirt and was sliding it down over her hips. She started to pull away and lost step to the music.

Her skirt was around her ankles and he had a firm grasp on her ass. He said nothing, but stood there moving with the music until she did too. Then he took a step and she followed him, stepping over her skirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor.

He bent over, still moving in time to the music to retrieve her skirt. For an instant, he stayed below, and she could feel his eyes glued to the visible vee of hair between her legs. He licked his full lips quickly.

"Keep dancing, you're great."

She kept moving dreamily to the music. He had certainly cast a spell over her. A few feet away, he moved rhythmically and she watched him unbutton his jeans, still swaying to the music herself.

As though he were doing a strip or maybe just teasing her a little, he unbuttoned each button slowly until the full pouch of his jockey shorts was visible. Then suddenly, in double time, he skinned out of his pants and danced slowly toward her.

In the dim light of the room, the muscles of his near-naked body rippled as he swayed toward her.

She thrust out her swelling tits to meet his warm, slightly hairy chest. Her heart was thumping wildly and she was sure he could see it moving, bumping her breast up and down. Still dancing, she looked down quickly and was relieved to see that nothing showed. She wet her hot, dry lips.

His erection pressed into her loins as they j swayed to the music. Her desire threatened to overwhelm her, and she hoped he would hurry and fuck her, before she was forced to fuck him!

But something was wrong! She looked at him as he suddenly contracted. His face screwed up for a moment, then he blushed furiously and tried to leave her embrace.

"What's wrong, tell me, is it gas or something?"

He just shook his head and looked down.

Her eyes followed his. Down.

There it was in all its glory.

CHAPTER SIX

When she saw the stains Lynn couldn't help but laugh. In a way it pleased her that she had excited him so. And, if he was so virile, he'd have another erection before she could say boo.

He got over his embarrassment soon and both of them fell on the bed laughing. Eventually he took his pants off and threw them in the corner.

"No woman has done this to me in longer than I can recall," he said. "I mean, I feel a fool. But the way your cunt was riding along my prick, I'm inclined to write it off as just a normal reaction."

"You'll have plenty of chance to prove yourself," she sad, "all the chances you want. You don't know how flattered' I am that you thing I'm so sexy. But maybe you haven't fucked for months?"

"This morning was the last time-I think."

"Wow!"

"I'd like to eat you out," He said. "I want to eat your cunt till there's nothing left."

It was her turn to blush, but not for long. Her legs opened to his kisses, welcoming him inside.

Her body felt full of hot running water. She was aflame as he pressed his mouth against the crotch of her panties. She could feel the heat penetrating.

Raising his head, his young face seemed full and flushed with an excitement which she herself felt. He reached up and stroked her breasts.

"You are good enough to eat," he said.

She didn't answer. She didn't dare. She smiled. She could tell him how much she wanted to feel his tongue in her cunt.

He reached for the pantie elastic and tugged them down over her hips. She raised her buttocks to aid him. The cool air on her hot, wet cunt was sharp and delicious. She hadn't realized how hot the pants had been until her cunt was released.

As he slid her panties down her bare thighs, his fingers thrilled and teased her, moving lightly over her skin, sending goose pimples up her arms.

Now she was naked. He sat on the floor before her and stared between her partly opened legs. His face flushed and his eyes hot, she trembled, watching him study her.

His hot hands moved up against her thighs and forced them wide apart. She could hardly believe this was happening.

His mouth touched the skin inside her thigh and worked its way up. Closer and closer he came to her pussy which was hot and now full of a bubbling juice that begged for release.

She eased her legs open wider. Now he was inches from her crotch. Deftly he opened the moist lips and licked his own. His fingers probed the tender lips of her cunt. She found herself automatically inching closer.

"Wow," he said, "what a gorgeous sight."

He began to kiss and she leaned back, pushing her pussy closer. His tongue licked the lips of her pussy and kissed through the bush of hair. His mouth fastened against the hot lips and he began to suck and lick at the same time.

"Ohh!" she moaned, unable to contain herself and thrusting her cunt closer to him, although she couldn't possibly have gotten any closer.

It was one thing to be tongued by a girl, it was good and enjoyable. But to have a good looking man doing it. Wow! The way he was lapping away made her wiggle her ass and raise her pussy to his slurping mouth. Even the sounds he made were exciting.

Quickly he hoisted her legs up over his broad, lean shoulders. He seemed suddenly to be much closer now, his tongue and lips driving her wild, making her squirm and writhe, and shake and tighten the crack of her ass to push her cunt out even further.

Thrills rippled through her.

She put her hands on the back of his moving head, forcing him up and down her gaping cunt. Soft bolts of ecstasy pierced her as his tongue licked deep inside her. He nibbled, and sucked, and tongued again He moved back up to her clitoris and she cried out.

She felt the tide beginning inside her, rising up and ready to flood. Tom seemed to know it, to sense it, and his lips and tongue sucked harder and deeper, draining her.

She kept crying out in short, breathless outbursts, as the tidal wave burst out over her, drowning her, churning and rumbling through her, touching every nerve and pouring out of every pore in her body.

At last the wave washed back to sea and she fell back, letting one leg fall off his shoulder.

"You dig it, baby?"

"Yes," she said weakly. Her body was drained and tired and she wanted to close her eyes and sleep. To luxuriate in this wonderful feeling of just sheer relief that swept over her and washed away the tense nerves and cranky mind. Her eyes closed.

Tom stood up before her, tall and rippling. He was hot with desire.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him and then down.

The towel he had wrapped around him stood out from his handsome body. He rubbed his stiff cock beneath the heavy, thick terry cloth. Leaning toward her, his knees rested against her upper thighs.

"You see what you do to me, baby?"

"It's back," she said softly.

He smiled tenderly. "It's back. Really back. I want to introduce you. I think you'll like each other."

She didn't reply and looked down at the erect rod swathed in terry cloth before her.

Tom put his hands on her hips, easing her down and toward him. He maneuvered himself closer to her, down toward the supreme spot between her legs.

Through the opening in the towel, Lynn saw his long, hard cock sticking out of its nest of lush black hair, above his big, full, hairy balls.

She felt herself tense.

He rubbed her thighs gently placing his hands under them and raising her buttocks up off the couch.

In seconds he could easily slide his hard prick into her. She wanted it. She could almost feel it throbbing and long, sliding into her wet, warm pussy.

She could feel her fear. Her body stiffened.

He frowned, "What's the matter? What's wrong?"

"NO!" she screamed, pulling away from him, she ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

* * *

Lynn leaned against the bathroom door, trembling and sobbing. "You fool, you fool," she wept. Outside the door there was silence.

At last she stopped sobbing and controlled herself. She rinsed her face with cold water and ran a comb through her hair. Her face was flushed, but she was in control of herself.

She wrapped herself in a towel, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the bathroom door. She walked slowly back into the living room.

Tom sat on the couch sipping a fresh drink, fully dressed. He looked very angry and she felt a tremor of fear run down her back as she looked at his face.

"I'm sorry," she began, her voice faltering, not knowing what to say or how to put it.

He looked up at her. "I just wanted to fuck you, baby, and from the way you were acting, I thought you wanted to fuck me, also." He glared at her.

"I would. I mean, I did. I mean, I think-" her voice trailed off.

"Forget it," he said angrily. "I'll just finish my drink and split."

Nervously, she made herself a drink.

He stood up. "Well, thanks for everything, baby. Maybe we'll get together sometime." His voice had a faint sneer.

"Tom, I am sorry."

"Look," her said, whirling toward her, his face flushed, not with desire but anger, "I've met my share, more than my share, of selfish broads. Let me tell you, baby! But I thought you were different. Don't ask me why, there was something about you that I thought was different."

"Tom, I-"

"Save it, baby. You got your kicks. like I said, I'll see you around sometime."

"Please don't go."

"I've got hot nuts, sweetie. And let me tell you, there's lots of chicks around."

"Please, I want to tell you something."

Lynn pulled her towel tighter around her and gripped her glass tightly. Nervously, she licked her lips and sucked her lower hp with her teeth.

He looked at her steadily. "What?" his voice was still angry, but softer now.

She sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside her. He stood for a second, debating whether to sit or not, and then did. He picked up his drink and took a swallow.

Slowly and hesitantly, she began to tell him about the time she was raped by Jason, Milly, and Harold. She was afraid he wouldn't believe her, but he sat still and listened.

"That's a tough break," he said, when she had finished. His voice was gentle, almost soothing, after his early anger. "But, you've got to get over it."

She licked her lips and bit them again, turning to him, she could feel his eyes steady on hers.

"Help me," she said quietly. "Help me get over it."

They sat silently side by side on the couch and then he smiled at her gently. He pulled her close to him and put one arm around her. "I'll try."

The towel slipped from her breasts. Tom leaned, taking one of her now soft nipples into his mouth. She moved closer and he squeezed her shoulder gently.

"Look," he said, "the only way I can say it, is straight. Okay?"

She smiled at him. "Okay."

"You got this wild idea that a cock is going to hurt you. And I understand why. But that's nonsense. It really, of course, all depends on the guy. And this one wouldn't hurt you."

Tom spread his legs and rubbed the lump between them. The outline of his half-firm cock showed through his tight dungarees. He placed her hand on it and Lynn liked the full, warm feel of it. She moved her hand gently, squeezing it.

"Take it out, baby."

Lynn undid the buttons and opened his fly wide. Below his prick bulged against the soft, white jockey-short cloth. She pushed his shorts down till the tip of his prick sprang into sight.

She reached her hand inside his jockey shorts and closed it around his warm, half-limp prick. It was like a live thing, rubbery and smooth.

Slowly, Tom pulled his dungarees down. She rubbed his cock slowly up and down until it began to swell. He widened his thick, hairy thighs and she caressed his round balls. The skin around them was loose and flexible, but underneath the skin she could feel the hard, egg-like ovals.

She knew from her brother's talk with his friends that the eggs were a source of great pain if hit or kicked and she touched them very gently.

. "See how harmless it is?" he said softly in her ear, tickling it with his warm breath.

"Yes," she said softly and went on moving her hand, playing with his balls.

She was really beginning to enjoy playing with his prick. She squeezed it, pulling the tender, soft skin back from the pale pink, silken-smooth, heart-shaped head. His warm prick grew harder, filling out its nice long length, the large head beginning to throb and the veins along its length popped out.

Lynn leaned against him, her mouth against his chest. She noticed the full, pink nipple and touched her tongue to it. like her own, it hardened and shriveled slightly, sticking out.

"That's it, baby," he crooned in her ear. "Don't be scared. Nothing's going to hurt you and this is the most wonderful thing in the world. Making love."

His prick was good and hard now, reaching up in the air, long and lean, toward her. She noticed a strong, sexy, male smell. She wondered if maybe it was because he had come earlier. The smell was not unlike the smell left behind in the bedroom from Mia and Tom.

Tom began moving his ass now, hunching his hard prick toward her as she squeezed it and rubbed it, baring the head, and tickling it with her fingers.

"Kiss it, baby," he said softly.

Lynn looked down and leaned over, her lips sliding down his firm, lean stomach, along the thin line of black hair below his navel. She saw a clear drop of liquid forming in the tiny split at the head of his cock. It seemed to be struggling to free itself.

Her mouth moved closer to his prick and she flicked her tongue out and licked the drop off. It was sticky and had little taste as she ran her tongue around her mouth searching for the flavor.

Tom squirmed and she lowered her head and began licking the stain-smooth head of his cock. It was so warm and so slick and clean against her tongue.

She slid the skin back and licked all around the hot head feeling the firm ridge which separated it from the rest of his hard, long dick.

Lynn raised her head up and slid up his body till she reached his chest. She kissed the nipples again feeling them harden under her probing tongue and then moved up to his mouth while her hand griped tightly on his prick.

She was jerking him off slowly and easily. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and met his. She was as hot as he was and she squirmed closer to him, fondling his cock as he played with her breasts, massaging her nipples.

"I want to make you feel good," she said. "Tell me what to do. What you like. I'll do what ever you want me to do. Anything at all."

"Lean down, baby. Open that luscious mouth and suck me off. Suck it right out of me.

Lynn needed no further urging. The idea had been on her mind since she'd watched Mia sucking Tom's big cock in the bedroom hours earlier. She leaned down. Tom spread his thick legs to give her room.

His hard cock was stiff and straight in her hand. She licked the smooth, hot head slowly and then closed her juicy mouth around the top. Tom grinned with delight and quivered as she began to suck the tip, moving it slowly further and further into her mouth, fascinated that it fit so easily.

As her mouth went further down it, she used her tongue and kept her lips tight around it. Now she was getting a sense and taste of it. It was strange and different. It had a flat, meaty taste, yet salty.

Above her she heard Tom moan, "ummm," as her tongue flicked around his cock and she sucked at it.

Tom touched her hair and thrust more of his feverish, hard, slick cock into her mouth.

Lynn was beginning to like the slippery, round, hard rod in her mouth, she liked the taste, Tom's reaction, and the heat that was generating in her own cunt. She wanted to suck all of it. To make him feel good.

She played with his balls and trailed a finger over his thighs, then slowly up under him beneath the cheeks of his ass. Her mouth felt full of throbbing prick and he thrust harder and harder. She sucked it all, sliding her mouth up and down, cupping his balls.

Inside her mouth, his cock seemed to grow larger and larger. His hands gripped her head and she knew he was going to come. She wanted to make him come, come a lot, the same way he had made her come before. She took his cock in as far as she could and felt him grow tense. "

"Baby, oh, baby," he moaned, writhing above her. "Keep it up, I'm ready to shoot my load."

She went all the way down, sucking the entire slick, hot length of hard prick. He thrust hard, grasping, and she felt the spurt of hot come in her mouth.-

Lynn tightened her mouth around his spurting, spraying prick. He shot another spurt and she swallowed his thick, hot love juice, her mouth and tongue on the throbbing head as the final blast came.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," he moaned as she kept sliding her mouth up and down his juicy cock.

When Lynn took her mouth off of it, Tom's long cock drooped down over his balls. She raised up. Tom pulled her close, kissing her slick, wet lips.

"Baby, that was great. I wish I could stay a while, but I've got to meet somebody early tomorrow and if I don't get my ass out of here, I'm never going to make it."

"Will I see you again?" she asked timidly.

"Will you? Try and keep me away. Besides, you've got a little more to learn. And I want to play teacher."

Lynn felt a blush spread over her face.

"You want to, don't you?" he asked, his voice tender and concerned.

"Oh, yes," she said eagerly.

He laughed and kissed her lightly on the mouth.

When Tom had gone, Lynn showered and climbed into bed. She glanced at Tom's window. It was dark.

She certainly couldn't deny that she had loved sucking Tom's long, lean cock. As a matter-of-fact, she loved it most when he got all tense, ready to, and then finally shot off into her mouth.

The taste was entirely different than a woman's. She couldn't identify it. And she thought of the old nursery rhyme about what little boys and girls were made of and decided who ever wrote it must have sucked a lot.

Tom was so good looking and thoughtful. The moment she had brought herself to tell him about her secret, he was instantly tender and sweet.

She felt good and relaxed as she stretched out on the bed. There was only one little worry gnawing in the back of her mind. Her money had definitely run out. She couldn't go on taking money from Mia. She was going to have to find a job and find one soon.

* * *

In the next few days, Mia seemed to be very preoccupied in the apartment and gone quite a lot, coming home very tired and irritable.

Whenever Lynn mentioned a modeling job, Mia made some excuse, or a vague promise, or else was on her way somewhere and didn't have time to talk.

"When the time is right," was Mia's favorite put-off to Lynn, and Lynn bit her tongue to keep from saying it to Mia before Mia said it.

Lynn was counting on spending a good deal of time with Tom. But he came by to say that he had to go out of town. She was afraid he had lost interest already, but he assured her it was urgent.

Lynn waited, biding her time and counting her money. She explored the neighborhood and journeyed uptown to museums. Occasionally she looked for jobs, but nothing of interest was offered to her.

Before the week was up she began to get a good case of the blues. Maybe she shouldn't depend on Mia. Maybe she should go right out and take a job. Any job. Be a filing clerk somewhere. She didn't know.

If only Tom would come back. She lay awake at night thinking of him, of his tall, lean, naked body. And the way his hard prick felt in her hand and in her mouth. When she thought of it, her cunt throbbed for relief.

She made herself a gin and tonic. She had been drinking a lot lately, she thought. Probably too much. That's why I get sad so easily.

But the drink wasn't making her sad and she had several when Mia showed up with Jason. They had been drinking, too, and it turned into a good party with lots of laughs.

Jason wasn't as aggressive as he had been. Lynn began to like him a little. She got pretty high and late in the evening when she went to the John, Mia followed her.

"Lynn, I think I'll have some good news for you later this week."

"A modeling job?"

"Yes."

"That's great."

"Now, listen, honey, I want you to do me a favor. Jason brought along his camera. He really digs watching two girls make it. He wants you and me to pose for him."

"Oh, Mia, I don't know. I-"

"Please? Just for me?"

Later, Lynn would blame the drinks. But at the time she felt good and there was a certain thrill to the idea of posing nude with Mia.

The three of them went into the bedroom. Jason took pictures of Mia and Lynn undressing. Then they stood together naked, their breasts squashed against each other, rubbing their warm pussies together, and playing with each other's ass.

Lynn lay back on the bed and Jason took shots as Mia sucked the nipples on Lynn's breasts, kissed down her stomach, tongued her naval and started sucking her pussy. Jason made a close up of Mia with half her tongue in Lynn's wet cunt.

Another shot showed Lynn straddling Mia's face. Lynn liked the position. Her pussy was right over Mia's hot mouth. The lips of her cunt were opened wide and Mia really lapped it up, while she fingered herself.

Jason got them into a sixty-nine position, and they began to lick each other. Both were hot now and Lynn was digging her slick, hot cunt against Mia's face, and Mia was making her feel great.

Trapped between each other's legs with one thigh over each other's face, they sucked and licked frantically. Lynn's hands gripped Mia's small, firm ass and she felt Mia's fingers in her ass-hole.

Now, Lynn's cunt was on fire and writhed and thrust at the tongue between her legs that tantalized her so. At the same time she moved her own tongue into Mia's sweet slippery pussy; savoring the juices.

Writhing and thrusting at each other, they brought each other off. And as each came, the other's lips and tongue slurped the juicy warm interior.

When Lynn rolled over she saw that Jason had put down his camera. He unfastened his pants and pulled them down with his shorts.

He grabbed his big cock and began to jerk off as he watched them.

Lynn was instructed on how to handle the camera and Mia knelt down in front of Jason and began to suck his hard prick. There was nothing gentle about Jason as he thrust his long cock deep into Mia's throat and urged her on.

Growing impatient, Jason pulled away, his glistening cock standing straight out and throbbing. He pulled off his clothes and positioned Mia on her back on the bed.

He knelt between her legs and placed his cock between the lips of her pussy. Lynn knelt at the foot of the bed and took pictures.

It was a strange sight. Jason's big, muscular ass thrusting between Mia's thin thighs, revealing his hairy ass-hole, his big balls flopping, and his large throbbing cock buried between the juicy split of Mia's cunt.

Lynn photographed as Jason's prick went all the way in until his balls touched Mia's ass. She hunched up to meet him and flung her legs around his hips. Her ass wiggled and moved as her wet cunt took in all of his cock, and as he kept fucking her hard, she squirmed around it.

Jason began banging into her like a wild man. Both of them were moaning and banging against each other. Their breathing grew more frantic as he shoved it in hard, driving his prick deep into her. Then he began to jerk and quiver, squirting his hot load.

Below him, Mia cried out, arching upward. He fell down on her and they lay there, gasping. Lynn watched fascinated. It was really way out, she decided, watching someone fuck.

They all took showers. Mia with Jason and Lynn declined their invitation to a threesome. The tub was too small, she said. She would take one after them. They laughed at her, but she didn't give in.

They had another drink and Lynn made sandwiches. Jason left soon afterward. Lynn didn't think to ask to see the pictures or to find out what would be done with them.

As she climbed into bed, Lynn wasn't sure whether she enjoyed being photographed like that. It would be all right with someone she knew and trusted, but she wasn't sure about Jason.

She slept well that night. She had a wonderful dream about Tom and awoke with a finger deep inside her pussy.

The next afternoon, Tom called to tell her he would be back late Friday and wanted to see her. Naturally she wanted to see him.

And true to her word, Mia came home and announced that on Thursday, Lynn would start her modeling job. She would be paid fifteen dollars an hour for four or five hours work.

"Are you sure I can do it," Lynn asked, nervous.

"Naturally. Lynn, with your build and your looks, all you have to do is stand there."

But they both knew it wasn't that simple. Mia took the time to teach her more than a little about the profession. She gave her instruction about how to walk and hold herself upright. Lynn caught on quickly and Mia praised her highly.

Lynn was excited and happy. Things were really looking up. Tom was coming back and she had her first modeling job.

* * *

Early Thursday morning, Lynn was up, dressing for her first modeling assignment. Mia helped her with her makeup and gave her instructions on how to get to the studio.

The studio was in midtown. The building, which had several other businesses in it, was not impressive. But once in the studio's waiting room, Lynn liked what she saw.

The furnishings were expensive, the carpet thick and deep. The walls were covered with magazine covers featuring glamorous girls. Lynn imagined herself on the front of a magazine. At that moment, it seemed possible.

Lynn liked the photographer and he seemed to like her. She had been afraid that he would make a pass at her. But the photographer, Jon, was very polite and everything was completely above board.

He took a number of shots of Lynn in her street clothes. He then introduced her to a cute girl named Marie who was to help Lynn change clothes.

Jon, the photographer, took pictures of Lynn in a number of different costumes. Marie was very helpful and the two girls liked each other immediately. It was a very pleasant four hours.

"Lynn, in a few weeks you'll be earning a hundred dollars an hour," Jon told her.

"Really?" Lynn's eyes glowed at the thought.

"I've been in the business a long time," he said. "I'd be willing to bet on it."

"What will you do with the pictures you took today?" Lynn asked.

"They're just test shots. To get a line on you how to bring out your best."

Lynn went home encouraged and sixty dollars richer. The future looked bright. Now she thought, if she only had a man.

Lynn bided her time, waiting for Tom to return, thinking of all the good things they'd do.

On Friday morning, Lynn ordered plenty of groceries, beer and gin. She wanted to be able to entertain Tom well. And she hoped to be entertained well herself.

The groceries were delivered by the cutest young black boy she had ever seen. His skin was the color of light coffee. He couldn't have been more than eighteen.

She was wearing only a kimono when he arrived. She noticed this as he eyed her breasts. And she took a good look at his firm body beneath the tee shirt and chino pants.

The way it looked, he wore nothing beneath the form fitting pants. She could easily make out the outline of what seemed to be his long, young cock.

Lynn paid him quickly. She was getting ideas. As he left she studied the contours of his prominent ass. He was certainly built for a kid.

She couldn't get her mind off the delivery boy. She was getting herself all worked up when to her relief Tom appeared at the door.

"Hi, baby!" he said.

"Am I glad to see you," she said, smiling. "How come?"

"A girl has to have some secrets," she answered coyly.

"I've been thinking about your secrets," he said, grinning. "About all of them."

He came up behind her and pressed his warm crotch against her ass. He kissed her neck and reached around, sliding his hand inside her kimono. He fondled her breasts as he pressed his heated crotch closer.

His right hand touched her thigh and worked up until it slipped inside the wrapper. His hand on her thigh was hot. She eased her legs apart as he rubbed her pussy gently.

"Let's go into the bedroom," she said.

"Ummm. You have some wonderful ideas," he said.

They went into the bedroom and Tom promptly skinned out of his shirt. She admired his wide, muscled chest and arms. She opened her kimono and he eyed her naked body as he unbuttoned his pants.

Lynn knelt down before him and pulled down his pants and helped him step out of them. She really wanted him. Her hands moved up his firm, hairy legs. The jockey shorts bulged with his half-hard prick and balls.

"Oh, Tom," she said.

Lynn put her face against his swollen crotch. Her lips traced the outline of his cock and her hands clamped around his firm ass. He smelled so clean and so sexy at the same time and he was so warm.

"Wow," he said, "You're not a bit afraid of my cock now," he said, pushing it against her face.

"No."

She pulled down his shorts and his rubbery prick flopped out.

It was warm and lengthening in her direction. She kissed it, feeling it grow hot and hard against her face. She licked the head and kissed his balls.

Tom took her face in his hands. "Why don't we both do it, baby."

"What?"

"Get on the bed and suck each other off. A real sixty-nine."

Lynn dropped the kimono and lay down. Tom stretched out beside her, his crotch in front of her face. He began to play with her pussy as she fondled his crotch.

Tom moved closer, kissing her thighs and her clit. He pulled her on her side, lifted one leg over his head and began to lick her wet, oozing cunt. She took the head of his hard prick in his mouth.

He eased one leg over her head, trapping her in his luscious crotch. Lynn took more of his cock in her mouth and began to suck his hot, slick, throbbing rod. It slipped in further and she worked on it with all her heart.

Tom's hot mouth and tongue were wonderful. His teasing tongue licked deep inside and flicked against her clitoris. His hands felt her ass and one finger began to tickle her ass-hole. She squirmed as he slipped it in.

As she sucked his juicy cock, she tickled his balls and played with the taut mounds of his ass. Her finger found his hairy, hot ass-hole and pushed it in.

He hunched, sliding his prick further between her hot, hungry lips until his balls touched her face. She loved sucking his big, sweet prick. She wanted it all, wanted all his hot come.

Closer and closer she came to the edge as he lapped and sucked her. She could tell he was getting close himself the way he hunched and wriggled against her. Lynn pushed her finger deep into his hot ass and her mouth swirled around his hard cock.

They writhed together on the bed. She thought she might scream as his tongue set her afire and she trembled, groaning as he stiffened in her mouth.

Groaning, he pushed his prick deep in her mouth to her throat. It spurted hot come over her tongue and kept spurting as she sucked the fiery fountain.

When they pulled apart, both were out of breath. Tom's cock dangled over his thigh, oozing a little fluid.

Leaning over, she licked the last bit of sticky, warm juice from the head of his prick. Then she raised up to meet him, his lips wet with her juice. Their lips met, hot and wet with each other's love juice.

"I really dig you, baby," he said.

"I dig you, too."

"And I love the way you suck my cock," he whispered sexily.

"You want to know the truth," she said huskily. "I dig it too. I dig everything about you."

"Honest?"

"Honest."

"Even my ass?"

"Even your cute little ass. You're so sexy I'd do anything you said."

"You'd better watch out. I'm a real sex freak," he said laughing.

"Mmmmm," she said. "That's why I like you."

"You know what I'd like?"

"Tell me."

"I'd like to feel your hot tongue in my ass. Does that shake you up?"

"No," she said, as he squeezed her tits.

Tom's crude words thrilled her. There was something about him that kept the words from being unpleasant. Partly it was his honesty, saying just what he was thinking, and because he was so handsome and sexy, too.

"Have you ever licked a guy's ass?"

"No, but I'd like to, if that's what you'd like." .

"It really turns me on to have my ass-hole tongued."

Tom knelt in front of her on his hands and knees. He was even sexy that way. His cute, firm ass stuck out, his nice, full balls hanging "own between his muscular legs.

Lynn leaned forward, licking the cleft between his taut cheeks. She spread them and put her tongue against his ass-hole. He wiggled.

"Ummm, that's it, baby."

She pushed her tongue in and licked. He was so clean and he enjoyed it so much as she did, too. Her tongue began to work faster.

She forced her tongue deeper as his ass-hole squirmed and grew wet. It was slightly hairy around it and it tickled. She reached around and played with his balls and limber prick, as she licked and sucked his ass.

Tom was really digging it. He arched his ass and pushed it toward her. His cock began to get hard as she played with it.

Lynn licked faster, getting more of her tongue deep in his ass-hole. At the same time, she began to jerk him off. When he was good and hard, Tom turned around.

He thrust his tongue in her mouth and two fingers into her hot, wet cunt. He started finger-fucking her and she kept jerking him off.

"Oh, baby," he said, "I would give anything to fuck you right now."

"Tom, I want it, too."

Gently he pushed her back and parted her legs. Leaning down, he licked her pussy until it was good and wet. He rubbed some of the juice from her cunt over the head of his prick.

He got over her and placed just the head of it between her wet, hairy lips. She could feel the warm, pulsing cock head. He moved so that the head of his prick rubbed against her clit.

It felt so good that she began to arch toward him, wanting more. The tip was completely inside her hole and then his cock was all there. She trembled in delight. Easily he slid more hard cock inside her. Her cunt was tight and his prick seemed huge and hot. She loved the pressure and the heat of it.

Slowly he moved it in and out until she began to pick up his rhythm.

"Oh Tom," she cried, "fuck me-fuck me!"

Slowly he slid it all the way in and she moaned as she felt the whole length of his hot, long cock inside her. And he started to fuck with full, long thrusts. She thrust with him.

He lay fully on her now and plunged his tongue in her mouth as his thrilling, pounding cock slid back and forth in her tight cunt. She loved his muscular chest against hers, her nipples firm and itching.

His fucking grew faster-hotter. She ran his prick even deeper into her by moving toward it. Her hands moved down his back, feeling the muscles. She clasped his firm buttocks as they contracted-and hunched more prick into her.

She was lost in the rhythm, moving with him. Not once had she thought of that horrible time on the boat. She had no idea it could be like this.

Firm and throbbing, his long prick slid in and out of her hot, tight, juicy cunt. She could feel it deep and powerful within her. She rose to meet it, the lips of her oozing cunt gripping it.

"Baby, baby," he said, licking her mouth as he fucked her hot and hard.

Their bodies met and bucked. His warm skin seemed to touch her everywhere and his pulsating cock awakened thrills of sensation she didn't know she had. She loved the smell of his sweat, the smell of sex, and the sound of his prick as it plunged into her pussy up to his balls.

She gripped his ass, plunging her finger into his ass-hole as his powerful cock lunged in and out. She felt full of cock and she loved it, working her juicy cunt around it, thrusting her ass up.

The tight lips of her pussy slid closer and tighter around his long, hot rod as they neared their peak.

"Oh!" she cried out. "Oh fuck me, Tom. Fuck me."

In long, luscious, full thrusts he used his prick like a master, every inch of it thrilling her.

It was like all inside her cunt was itching and hot and his lovely prick was softly, deliciously scratching it. His cock slid in hard and full and big as he shivered and moaned and exploded, shooting his big load deep into her."

"Ohhhh," she moaned.

She could feel every drop of his hot come spitting deep inside, putting out her fires. She thrust her cunt upward, swallowing his spurting prick, loving the tickle of sticky hot juice flooding her.

And then her own nerves let go and she came, quivering, gasping, her wet cunt trying to milk his lovely cock dry as it continued to jerk and spill its fluid inside her.

For a while Tom lay against her. She could feel his heart beating in his hard chest. She gently caressed the cheeks of his ass and his prick jerked in a final small spasm and he pulled it out of her.

It was all wet and shiny with their juices and it began to hang down. Tom lay quietly beside her, gently touching her breasts. For a long while neither one spoke.

"Did you really dig it?" he asked. "You know I did," she said with a sigh of pleasure.

"You're great," he said. "For someone who's had no experience you're just great."

"You're a fucking great teacher," she said, and she laughed. "Or is it a great fucking teacher?"

"Every teacher should enjoy his work the way I do," said Tom. "Maybe then I would have gone on to be a college professor, instead of becoming a private dick."

"No matter what profession you would have ended up in," she told him, "you would have spent most of your time fucking. You're talented, you know, and talent always wins out."

"Coming from you, that's a real compliment."

The time had come for serious business. That was the worst of being a private eye. At least a college professor wouldn't have to fuck and question. But he squared his shoulders and faced the ordeal as best he could.

CHAPTER SEVEN

It hadn't been easy, but Tom had pulled it off. Of course, Lynn had been upset at first. Accusations had been hurled at his head, ulterior motives had been suggested, but he weathered it all until she managed to get down to brass tacks.

She convinced him of her innocence, and he felt a heel for having brought it up at all. Foremost on his mind, though, was her safety, and he suggested she go home until the storm blew over.

Once again, she launched a tirade of suspicious notions, and once again Tom defended himself adequately. He told her he would look after everything, so that she would neither miss out on any part of it, nor would her life be endangered.

That satisfied her. They made love once more, then he helped her pack to get her on the last bus. He was in a hurry to get her on the way. One by one, the facts were falling into place. Every factor pointed at the instigator of this whole deal.

But it was too early for him to form definite conclusions. Instead, he put his suspicions on a low burner, and hoped for a decisive clue to come his way.

* * *

Lynn Farr left town completely confident that Tom would handle everything. She thought about his magnificent body on the trip to Texas and she had to consciously keep herself from fondling her neglected cunt for the whole long ride.

She tried to keep her mind off of sex and Tom and instead thought about Jason Farmer and how nice he was that time with the camera and Mia. But that just made her more excited and she lay back and began to dream about what she would do with all the money she would be getting from her share of the treasure. But even this didn't take her mind of sexual things because every time she thought about the money, she thought about getting it from Tom.

When she finally got home she was really in a state and she wanted sex very badly. Her sister Denise was home and she hugged her and exclaimed how happy she was to see her. Denise was a lesbian and she was not adverse to incest with her sexy sister either. She had been away for a long time.

Denise had never had sex with Lynn because she always repulsed her advances. But this time, Lynn was very tired and very horny and when Denise caressed her body as they embraced, she didn't object. Denise pulled her clothes off and they were soon both naked on the floor, kissing and licking at each other's bodies.

Denise produced a vibrator that was shaped like a cock. She gently pushed it into Lynn's cunt and moved it from side to side, scratching against the walls of her vagina, Denise began sliding the stem in and out a few inches at a time.

Lynn, at first, was reluctant to let Denise do it for her, but now she was totally relaxed and enjoying the feeling Denise was providing. Lynn spread her legs wider as Denise sat on the floor and moved closer to her cunt.

Denise's hand still played with the instrument, but the other hand came onto the area surrounding the vaginal opening. With her fingertips, she slowly rubbed the area and Lynn groaned from the ministrations.

Denise pulled the machine out, until just the head was still inserted, and then she shoved it all the way in, with such a force, that Lynn moved with the instrument.

Lynn tried to spread her legs even wider as her older sister's fingers played havoc with the sensitive skin.

Denise removed the instrument completely with one quick pull. She put her hands on Lynn's thighs and pulled herself closer to the cunt. Denise's mouth found the opening and began licking furiously. Lynn fell back onto the bed and wrapped her legs around Denise's head, forcing her head into position.

The hot, wet tongue licked and sucked on the labia as Lynn continued groaning.

Finally, Lynn's hips gyrated with the head between the thighs and she orgasmed. It was a strange, more violent orgasm that she had ever had. Her eyes were closed as she imagined Denise's tongue being replaced by Tom's tongue.

A few seconds after her orgasm, Lynn released her legs and permitted Denise to crawl out from between them. As soon as she was off the floor, she lifted her dress and pulled her panties down around her knees.

She pushed the instrument deeply into her cunt and forcefully pushed it in and out until she also orgasmed.

As Denise replaced her nylon panties, Lynn pulled the nightgown over her bare mid-section and crawled into bed. She felt slightly disgusted for letting her sister eat her like that.

It would have been different, she told herself, if it was a man doing it for her, but not another female.

Denise, however, felt nothing except pleasure. She tried to crawl into bed with Lynn, but Lynn told her to get out.

Denise mumbled a few curse words and climbed out of the bed. She left the bedroom, leaving Lynn alone in her bed.

Lynn began crying again. Now she wanted a man more than ever. The machine felt good, but it couldn't ever be as good as a solid, meaty cock. She fell asleep as she thought of one day again Having Tom put his cock into her cunt, and into her mouth.

* * *

Tom returned home that evening more disgusted than ever with himself. He had been on the case for Jason Farmer for a long time and he felt that he was close but there were still a lot of things missing and he had eliminated only one suspect of the four. He was sure that Lynn was not the one. But time was running out and he was angry that this case was taking him so long.

Before he fell asleep he reminded himself not to forget to call Milly the next day and set up a date for some day that week.

This case had more sex and sexy women in it than any he had ever had before. He had never mixed so much pleasure with business and he was loving it. He didn't feel the least bit guilty about fucking so much when he was on a job because it was necessary to fuck these women in order to talk to them and to learn anything. He couldn't help it if it was part of the job.

He decided to concentrate on Milly Burns again to see what he could learn. He admitted to himself that he wanted to get into her pants, too, but that was the way it went.

On Sunday afternoon, when he called, Mia told Tom that Milly was away for the day and that she wouldn't be back until late in the evening.

Tom was surprised to hear Mia's voice on the phone. So she was living with Milly. He mused to himself at this new development while he listened to Mia on the phone.

"But I'm not doing anything today. I don't have any date, and I'm all alone."

Tom knew what she meant. Thirty minutes later he was at her apartment. When he entered, she was naked and ready for him.

"Take off your clothes and let's go," she demanded.

As he walked to the bedroom, he took off his shirt and in seconds he was completely naked.

"Blow me," he told her, and as he lay on the bed Mia had her mouth around his flaccid cock. It grew in her mouth to full size as she pulled the foreskin back and licked the head with a passion.

The cock began throbbing and he knew that he would shoot within seconds. He told her to stop. She pulled her mouth away and waited for him to decide what he wanted to do next.

"Bend over," he told her.

Mia bent at the waist as she stood between the two beds. Tom moved in closer and touched her anal opening with the tip of his hard cock.

"Wait a minute," she demanded, "use some lubricant on it. It won't go in otherwise."

She straightened up as Tom withdrew his cock and she walked into the bathroom. She came out a few seconds later with a jar in her hand. She opened the jar and put two fingers into the jar and extracted a little jelly. With both fingers, she smeared the jelly over the opening and then returned the fingers to the jar. She took out another little bit of jelly and smeared that over Tom's cock.

"Okay," she told him, as she bent over.

Tom moved in closer and hit the opening with his tip. His fingers spread the cheeks as the head was inserted. Her anal muscles tightened, trying to force the cock out, but she forced them to relax and let the rest of the cock enter. Slowly, only an inch at a time, the stem pushed in, aided by the lubrication of the jelly.

After more than a minute of pushing, the entire organ was swallowed up by her ass. Mia groaned as the thick trunk stretched the ass, and as it burned its way into the ass.

Slowly, and as he held her hips in place, he slid the entire organ in and out. The foreskin was being pulled back to the limit. The glans began hurting each time he pushed forward, and he could relieve it by pulling out a bit. Finally, he was able to move it in and out with complete freedom. Pleasure had overcome pain, and now he could move just as he wished.

Scum began to form at the base of his stiff cock, and as it did, he began moving faster until he was humping her ass as if it was a cunt. He felt the scum starting to shoot through the cock as he tightened the stem to its limit and forced it all the way into her ass until his hair was pressed against her cheeks.

He shot into her for a few seconds. The scum started to back up, and when he withdrew his penis, her sphincter flexed, and scum came dripping out of the hole.

Tom went to the bathroom and washed himself. His penis was covered with Mia's waste, and he soaped the cock well, so he could put it into her mouth.

Mia walked in a few seconds later and joined him in the shower. She washed the scum, which already had formed into a glue-like mass, from her thighs and from her ass. Tom helped her wash her ass by sticking a finger into the opening. He shoved a soapy finger into the hole. The hole was so distended that he was able to put two fingers into the hole.

Tom recalled, as he put his two fingers into the hole, that it was painful when he had just one finger in his ass. When Milly put her finger into his ass, he remembered how much it burned and ached as he tried to force the finger out.

They dried each other as they talked about Milly.

"How old is she, anyway?" asked Tom.

"She's twenty-five. I think."

"Where did she go today?"

"She went up to the country with a friend of hers. He has a cabin in the woods. Somewhere near the Everglades, I think."

Tom knew what she was doing with the guy in the cabin, but asked Mia anyway.

She told him the truth. "He-likes to be beaten, and he has some kind of fixation about the cabin in the forest. Every month he takes her up there for the day, and she spends the whole day whipping him. Not a bad way to make a hundred dollars."

"A hundred dollars?" Tom asked. "I didn't know she took money for what she did."

"How do you think we're able to afford a place like this?"

"I don't know. I just thought that you had very good jobs."

"No job is going to pay us three hundred a week each."

"How come she never said anything about money to me?"

"Because I imagine, she-likes you for your sex. That's why I don't ask you for money. I like you because you're so young and sexy. You've got a nice cock that would satisfy any girl.

"Besides, you're so naive, that Milly and I really enjoy teaching you the tricks and initiating you into the finer points of sex.

Tom felt embarrassed when she called him naive. He wanted to confront her, but realized that it was unwise. He was naive, but in a few days he would know everything.

They returned to the bedroom and turned on the television. They lay together, with Mia resting on Tom's arm, watching the afternoon shows.

"Do you like being whipped?" Tom asked Mia.

"No, not really. I've tried it a few times, and didn't like it. But I do enjoy using the whip on someone else. Do you like it?"

"I don't think so. When I watched you and Milly beating that guy the other night, I felt really excited. I wanted to try it myself, but it seemed too frightening."

"Well, maybe the next time."

"Next time?"

"Every so often someone pops in for a whipping. The next time I promise to let you use it."

He agreed and put his hands on her breasts and teased her nipples with his fingertips. They hardened as he manipulated them.

"Blow me," he whispered into her ear.

"Eat me, too," she told him.

He nodded and both of them began moving to change position.

Who s moving.' asked Mia. "I will," declared Tom. He moved around until his face was staring at her cunt and his cock was banging at her mouth.

He licked the hole as she grabbed the stiff beam and directed it towards the hole of the mouth. She swallowed the cock whole and banged the head against the back of her throat. He licked the labia and then spent most of his time licking the vaginal opening.

Within minutes they both orgasmed and she swallowed all his sperm in one gulp. When Mia orgasmed she threw one of her legs over his head and crushed his ear.

He shoved her leg off his head and climbed out of the vise.

After the sixty-nine, they lay in bed for more than an hour and relaxed. They watched TV and smoked a few cigarettes.

"Roll over on your back," he told Mia. He pushed her until she lay flat on her back. He climbed between her legs and inserted his cock into her cunt. It slipped in without difficulty and within seconds he was humping her hips. He shot into her and lay on her belly for a few minutes.

Afterwards, he climbed off her and withdrew his cock which was quite flaccid. It slipped out with a slight plop.

He dressed and told her he was leaving, but that he was already horny at the thought of the next time he would return.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, "I've just had a fabulous idea. How would you like to find Jason Farmer?"

"You know where he is?" Tom asked in amazement.

"Yeah. He was here the other day. You know how he is about women. Well, he told me he was going to see Milly about the treasure. If you want, I can contact Milly and set you up with her for the night Jason is supposed to come back to see her."

"Better make it the night before," said Tom. He smelled a rat, and he wanted to be sure he knew what he was getting into.

"Okay. I'll call you-if you give me your number."

"No, I'd better call you."

"Whatever you like. Make it on Tuesday, and I'll try to set the date up for Friday."

Tom kissed her briefly, and drove back to the hotel.

CHAPTER EIGHT

On Tuesday, Mia called and told Tom she had lined up the date with Milly for him. She gave him a few instructions, like what clothes to wear, the kind of places she liked to be taken to, and the kind of money he might have to spend. He noted all this down, and wondered if it was all worth it. After all, if Milly didn't have the information he was looking for, all this was just a waste of time.

But then an entirely different feeling stole over him. The prospect of making it with Milly thrilled him deep down in his very foundations. Now there was a woman! A woman! He had heard a little about her prodigious sex life, and her versatility, just enough to make him want her with all his body and soul.

He reflected on the case generally. So far he had fucked himself silly, and the only conclusions were tentative ones. Mr. Farmer should be anything but pleased with his detective. But so far, Tom had had no complaint.

When the fateful day rolled around, he found himself as nervous as a schoolboy about to go on his first date. Him, the veteran of a thousand bedsteads! Nervous! He tried to laugh it off, but the laughter stuck in his throat. He spent hours preening himself, swallowing breath pleasers, and checking his appearance, until the time came to go and pick her up.

One final check, then he left the hotel room, and he checked to see if all his clothes were absolutely neat and clean. He was satisfied with his appearance and left.

At seven-thirty, an hour before he was to meet Milly, he drove into the city and parked in front of her apartment house. As soon as he stopped, the doorman ran around and opened the door for Tom. Tom gave the doorman a dollar.

Tom sat in the lounge for a half hour and waited until it was eight thirty before he rang the bell in the lobby. A woman's voice answered. Tom told her his name, and she said she was expecting him, and instructed him to come up to her apartment.

He took the elevator up to the twenty-fifth floor, the top floor of the building, and went to her apartment. He rang the buzzer and a few seconds later, a maid opened the door and permitted him to enter. She told him that Mrs Burns would be with him in a few minutes.

Tom sat on the couch and admired the apartment as he smoked a cigarette with nervous fingers. The apartment was huge. It was a duplex, with a spiral staircase leading to the floor with the bedroom. Every square foot of floor was covered with carpeting, including the kitchen. Paintings hung from the walls, and many of them were obviously works of the masters.

Milly came down the staircase and Tom smiled as he stared at her. She was beautiful. She looked so young because of the correct application of makeup.

Tom guessed she looked perhaps twenty-five or so, and hoped he would get information from her this time.

She walked towards him and greeted him with a friendly handshake. He extended his hand and he clutched the slightly pudgy fingers. She smiled when she saw him.

She offered him a drink, and he accepted graciously.

She called in the maid and instructed her to make two drinks. The maid withdrew to the kitchen and a minute later, she returned with two drinks on a tray. Tom took both drinks and handed one glass of scotch to Milly.

They were still standing when the drinks came, and Milly invited Tom to sit down. He sat on the couch and Milly sat on a chair across from him.

"Do you know where we're going tonight?" asked Milly.

Tom shook his head and waited for her to say something.

"I didn't think you would make reservations for any place, so I did. When I spoke to your friend, Mia, she told me that you weren't accustomed to things like this. She also told me that this was the first time you went out like-uh-this."

"Where are we going?" he interrupted.

"I've made reservations for the Ten Club."

"Isn't that the best nightclub in the city?"

Tom asked, somewhat surprised at the name of the place. The best he was accustomed to was a dinky little bar in his neighborhood. The only time he went to a nightclub was when he was with a client.

Milly opened her purse and extracted two one hundred dollar bills. She handed both of them to Tom and said, "They are to pay for all the expenses for this evening. If you need more than two hundred for tonight, just ask me and I'll give it to you."

Tom nodded and accepted the bills and slipped them into his wallet. "Shall we go?" he asked.

She stood and reached for her coat. Tom took the coat and helped her put it on. As they walked out, the maid came to open the door. Milly told her that they would return about three o'clock.

Tom started when he heard her tell the maid about Milly's husband. He hoped that the man wouldn't come back because the last thing he wanted was a fight with another woman's husband.

"I have my car parked in the building," Tom told her as they started to walk through the door.

"Oh, you can call down for the car," she told him. "What kind of car is it?"

Tom told her and she pushed a button on the side of the phone. A second later, she was speaking with the doorman man and she told him to have the car waiting for them when they reached the lobby.

As they rode down in the elevator they spoke of important things.

They talked in circles and implied things, but never said anything definite. Tom was like a rat smelling cheese, and Milly was letting him know things only as she saw fit to let him know about them. She didn't want him to know everything about the whole dirty mess just yet.

Every time Tom mentioned Jason Farmer's name in the conversation, Milly changed the subject. She obviously did not want Tom to know that she was meeting him the next day at her place.

Tom did not let on that he knew about it, and Milly smiled to herself as they descended as she knew already that Tom knew.

When they reached the ground floor, Tom's car was waiting out front. The doorman held the door open for Mrs. Burns as Tom walked around the car to the driver's side. He climbed in and turned the key in the ignition and drove off.

"How do I get there?" he asked her. She gave him explicit instructions and he did as he was told. Within ten minutes they were in front of the club. A young man, about Tom's age, jumped into the driver's seat and handed Tom a card with a number on it.

A doorman held the door open. Milly nodded at the Maitre d'hotel and he led them to their table in the center of the floor a few feet from the stage.

Milly whispered to Tom to give the man five dollars. He opened his wallet and extracted the bill. The man bowed and called for a waiter.

The man, all dressed in black with a yellow shirt, came to take the order for drinks. A few minutes later, the waiter and another man came to the table. The waiter took the drinks from the tray that the other man was carrying and placed them onto the table. "Would you like to order dinner now?" he asked of Tom.

Tom looked across the table to Milly and she nodded. The waiter withdrew and a minute later another man came to the table with two menus.

He placed the cards in front of them and walked away. Milly watched Tom's eyes widen at the prices and the lack of familiarity with the foods offered.

"Would you like me to order?" she asked, trying to offer some assistance to Tom.

He nodded and waited for her to read the menu.

"Call the waiter," she instructed.

Tom looked around and found the gentleman who brought them the menus. The waiter nodded and signaled to another waiter. As the other waiter walked to the table, Milly was pointing out the things to order from the menu. "You order," she directed.

Tom told the man what they wanted and he remembered it all without writing it down on any paper. A few minutes later another man came to prepare the table by bringing them the silverware and napkins.

Tom looked around and took in the sights and sounds of wealth being treated royally. Everyone was extremely well-dressed and jewels sparkled all over the room.

The club was large and furnished in French Provincial decor to add to the splendor of the place. Tom was impressed by the whole setup and hoped that one day he would be able to afford to come to this place again, but with his own money.

The drink waiter returned and asked if they wanted refills. They both nodded and the man withdrew with the empty glasses.

"Doesn't anybody here do more than one job? They need a dozen different people to take care of just one table?"

"At these prices," she began, "they had better have good service!"

"How much does a drink cost here?"

"About three dollars each."

Tom nodded jerkily when he heard the price. "How much does dinner cost?"

"About twenty-five dollars."

Tom wanted to ask her the price of everything else on the menu, but at that point, an announcer came onto the small stage and told the audience the star would be out in a few minutes.

The announcer told a few dirty jokes and then a handful of pretty girls came on stage and danced a bit. Tom was intently interested, but Milly was obviously bored by everything because she had seen the same girls a dozen of times already. She wanted to see the star for the week, which was why she chose the Ten Club.

After the girls, the star trotted on stage amidst a flourish of applause. He sang for a half hour and told jokes for another ten. He mingled with the guests in front, and came over to Tom's table and dedicated a song to the "beautiful lady" sitting at the table. Milly blushed when he put his hand on her shoulder and shuddered at the touch of a "star."

During the show, all the waiters stopped serving, and no one was seated. Tom was starving and directed his anger at the performer for wasting so much time with his damn show. He gulped down the rest of his drink and felt the cold liquid hit his stomach. Within seconds he was feeling "good."

It was over breakfast the following morning that Tom finally figured it out. Now he looked forward to the meeting as he became more confident of doing the right thing. He made sure that his gun was loaded before he started off for Milly's place.

He was not surprised in the least when he entered the apartment and saw Jason Farmer being held at gun point by Mia and Milly holding Harold at gun point too. "We've been waiting for you, Mr. Mason," said Milly. "I think you will be very interested in what I say. You see we played you along the whole way. Mia and I are in this together, But before you think that we are the only crooks here, I think you should know that your client over there is the one who took a shot at himself. He was plotting to bump everybody off and get the treasure for himself."

Mason felt like a fool-a first-class detective fooled by two women. Well, even the best lose some once in a while!
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