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The Hard Way ....(104k)    by Michael Doren

HUGE TASTY TITS!

"You're very beautiful," Laura said, her voice nearly breaking. She had never seen a woman as lovely as Pat.

"I'm hot, Laura. I think I'd like to take my halter off. But I'm a little embarrassed being naked in front of you."

"You don't have to be," Laura breathed, her tongue flicking from her mouth, yearning to touch the dark-pink aureoles of the young girl's breasts.

Pat reached behind her, unsnapped the halter top and let it slide from her arms. The two huge tits leapt forward.

It was all Laura could stand. With a cry in her throat she mounted the girl, trying to kiss and fondle all of the tender young body at once.

(Cover photograph posed by professional model)

ONE

Laura Wade whooped with glee when she saw Ron Burton's big dick getting hard again.

"Damn, honey, are all lawyers in Miami as hot blooded as you?"

Burton laughed. "Only when we come down to a resort like Spider Key where they have hot blooded secretaries like you, Laura!"

"What do you want this time?" she giggled.

"What do you think, baby," Ron laughed. "I want some more pussy!"

He picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"And this time it's no holds barred, okay?"

"Damn, okay!" Laura chirped, and then gasped as his hands went quickly to the spots that ignited her smoldering nerves. "Oh, God, Ron!" She writhed and arched her back.

He knelt beside her, his hands caressing the folds that moistened under the swift flow from her pussy. The fingers of his left hand probed between her flesh and into the throbbing mouth, while the fingers of his right hand carried juice to her clitoris and massaged it rapidly.

"Oh, Jeez, honey, you're setting my cunt on fire!" Laura gasped. She flung herself from side to side and her hips thrust her crotch upward as her knees sprang apart. "You're gonna burn it up!"

"I've got a handy fire extinguisher," he chuckled. He bent over her and sucked her clit and its surrounding softness into his hungry mouth. His tongue played over the surfaces and sent jolts of electricity deep into her cunt.

Laura dug her nails into her palms and gritted her teeth, bucking up to him wantonly. "Oh, Christ, Ron," she groaned. She clutched at his hips and tugged at him. "Come up here!" she demanded. "Come up here, goddammit!" She shrieked at him. "Ron, Ron, oh, God, come up here! I wanna suck you too!"

He swung himself onto the bed beside her without removing his mouth from her throbbing clit. She grasped the flesh on his hips and held him close to her as she kissed the head of his turgid dick. She opened her mouth and drew the bulbous tip between her soft lips. She felt him stiffen and gasped as his tongue drove hard against her clit.

She stretched her jaws and forced her mouth over the enormous hunk of meat. Her mind raced with the cries that she could not force around the flesh that she devoured.

She loved sucking his meat. His cock was so far into her mouth that it hit the back of her throat. She wanted to suck every drop of juice from it, to drain him dry, just as he was sucking her pussy dry.

Her cunt was like a river and she started begging for his cock. "Kiss my pussy! Tongue me! FUCK ME!"

Ron put his hand 'under her ass and eased two fingers into the syrup of her cunt while he kept his other hand working on her clit and his lips on her tits. Laura arched her back and began flailing her body, riding her aching pussy on his fingers until he had a difficult time keeping her on the bed.

And still she grasped his throbbing meat. Her mouth covered the big cock and made its full length disappear. Her flowing hair was beautiful as it cascaded around the pillows. Her creamy tits pulsed deliriously as they bounced and swayed while she sucked.

Then she was pulling and twisting at his body.

"My cunt ... need cock in my cunt now!"

He pulled his mouth from her pussy and twirled his body around to work on her chest and get his hard dick close to her cunt. He cupped the round fullness of her bare, pointed tits in his hands, stroking them until the nipples were hard and upright. He put his mouth over them and trailed his hot tongue across their warmth. The fire built in Laura until she began to breathe hard, and soft animal sounds came from deep in her throat. She began to plant little kisses all over his face as her hand wormed between their bodies to find his dick.

Her breasts pushed against his chest like two pillowy cushions as she wrapped her thigh tightly around his hips and whispered in his ear.

"Fuck me, Ron, fuck me as hard and as much as you want to!"

Ron felt her guide his prick into her cunt to the hilt. He cupped her soft buttocks and pulled her body tightly up to meet him, and then began a long, hard stroking with his cock.

He felt the in-out action of his prick in her tight, delectable pussy. Her cunt lips seemed to grip it in protest against the possibility of it being withdrawn, and her gasps of delight as he fucked her showed how much pleasure she was getting from the length and width of his hot, throbbing meat in her hole.

"Jesus, Laura, you might be thirty-eight years old, but you've got the cunt of a teenager."

"And you might be the same age, Ron Burton, but you've got a young stud dick! Ohhh, ream my meat, honey!"

Harder and harder he shoved the full length of his hard cock up her hot hole. Faint mewling sounds bubbled up from her chest, her face contorted in passion, and a light film of perspiration coated her forehead as her long black hair swung back and forth across her lovely face.

"Oh, Jesus, you are tight, honey. But you're good ... so good!"

She wanted to scream at him to shut up and just fuck her, give her pleasure. She didn't care, really, what he thought of her or her cunt. She just wanted his cock, wanted him to fuck it in and out of her.

She held tight to the bed, dug in with her feet, and humped. Gritting her teeth, she thrust her ass upward, using all the strength in her hips to draw the thick, throbbing dick deeply into her cunt.

"Ohhh, yeah, yeah, that's it, Laura," he moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck it up to me, baby! Oh, shit ... I never had a cunt like this before!"

"For God's sake, don't stop!" she cried. "Harder ... fuck me harder!"

Now she was in command. He could sense it, but he didn't care. He was loving it. He was getting the fuck of his life.

"Ohhhh, Jesus, do it to me!" she cried, her voice rising to a shrill shriek. "Ball me, screw me, dong me ... fuck meeee!"

She gurgled with delight, her obscene words driving her on to an even higher pitch of sexual consciousness. She felt him slip his hands beneath the naked curves of her buttocks, spreading her ass-hole crevice until his fingertip was touching the tightly puckered rear opening.

She gasped as she tightened and loosened her muscles, feeling her anal ring nibbling at the probing fingertip. Momentarily, she felt him caressing her openly exposed ass-hole, and then he lifted both hands up to her thrusting buttocks and cupped them, his fingers gripping the softly curving flesh.

"Drive it into me, lover! Take it ... take it all ... fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she shrieked.

She let him take control, lifting her fleshy ass cheeks up high before jerking her cunt harder on his thick pulsating cock, her fire-filled cunt spreading to take it all.

She closed her eyes, chewed her lips and clawed at the bed. She lifted her cunt up at him. She felt-his big dick begin to piston faster and faster, in and out, harder and harder. God, it was as if she'd waited all her life for this moment! As if nothing else mattered. As if her cunt, her sweet pussy, were ablaze with a fire which never would go out. As if her straining body would never again be whole without long, hard, brutally demanding cock meat inside it.

She was going to come. She knew it, she could feel it. His big prick was about to create ecstasy in her exploding pussy. There ... there! she screamed to herself. Just a few more, hard jabs!

Her cunt gripped him with powerful contractions and sent him into a frenzy. At the same time, she had gripped his body with her strong legs and, entwined around him, she began to move her milking cunt in a rhythm to fit in with his merciless thrusts.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she was chanting. "Oh, God, I want to be fucked, lover!"

Ron clung to her and began to fuck her as hard as he could. For the third time that afternoon, his lust was truly aroused and he was grinding his dick into her cunt with all his power and strength.

He felt her luscious tits under him, her hot lips and her gripping pussy, as he drove into her, raking and probing her cunt, forcing himself in as deeply as he could as his throbbing cock was gripped by her contracting inner muscles.

"Oh, OHHHHH!" she began to scream. "Oh, shit, it's wonderful! Fuck me, Ron! PUSH YOUR BIG PRICK INTO ME AND HURT ME! Make ME COME! Fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEE!"

She writhed and wriggled and moved her quivering cuntmeat with powerful movements of her ass as Ron jammed his prick into her, hearing the squishing of her cunt juices with each thrust.

And then as she moaned in ecstasy at her moment of supreme joy, he began to shoot his hot sperm into her.

Spurt after spurt of steaming jism geysered into the depths of her hungry, demanding cunt, filling her completely and then trickling back out around his balls and into her hairy ass crack.

Laura was in heaven. After he had finished spilling his load, she kissed him voluptuously all over his body, taking his prick into her mouth, sucking his balls and carrying him into a thrill of excitement beyond his wildest dreams.

Then, finally, she was satiated and rose from the bed, searching for her clothes.

"Stick around, honey, I've got another hour before I have to drive back," Ron grinned, watching her dress.

"Jesus," Laura laughed, "isn't there any pussy in Miami?"

"Hell, yes," the handsome lawyer laughed, "but not as hot as you are!"

"I'd like to stay," Laura said, looking down at him and feeling lust re-awaken in her pussy. "But my kid's home after her freshman year at college. Got in real late last night and I promised her I'd help her get a summer job this afternoon."

"Well, don't say I didn't offer," Ron chuckled, waving his hose-like dick in her direction.

Laura was sorely tempted to drop her head over his prick and suck him off one last time. But she had promised Millie.

Ron was a good fuck, and he was a big spender when he came down to Spider Key for the weekends.

"I'll catch you next month," Laura said, and slipped out of the suite.

Alone, in the elevator, she checked her purse. As usual, Ron had slipped her a little "gift" of two hundred dollars.

* * * *

The giggles and moans from next door awakened Millie. She rolled across the bed and raised her eyes above the sill.

There, in broad daylight, in front of an open window was Janice Taylor and a man. The man was not Art, her husband. The man, naked in Janice Taylor's bed and about to fuck her, was Art Taylor's boss, Judge Harvey Jensen.

That old lecher! Millie thought. He owns most of the land on Spider Key as well as the new luxury hotel resort on the beach, and he uses every dime of it to screw his employees' wives!

She shrugged. Evidently nothing had changed on Spider Key since last summer, she thought, watching with curious interest the two figures on the bed.

She watched as they rubbed their bodies sensuously together. They kept moving every which way. First Harvey would lie on top of her, and then Janice would roll over on top of him. Millie could hear their mouths sucking and their tongues licking each other.

Then the judge lay back, burying his head between the pillows, and Janice's fiery red head was moving downward. She was kissing him on the stomach. At the same time, her hands moved up the insides of his legs until they found his balls. She rubbed the heavy sac gently, lifting it as if she were testing the load he carried.

Millie knew what was going to happen. The judge's erect cock was bobbing directly in front of Janice's mouth, and her eager kisses were moving toward it. He took a deep gasp of air when she buried her lips in his pubic hair then started tugging and chewing. Her mouth was just above the base of his sperm-seeping prick. Her face moved around the cock and her tongue darted out to explore his scrotum while her hand fisted the throbbing staff of his tool.

Then the judge spoke, clearly, distinctly, his voice carrying to Millie's ears. "Oh, yes ... Janice, darling, feels good ... feels good having your tongue lick around my meat like that!"

Millie couldn't stop her own hand from trailing down between her thighs. As she watched the couple she thought of school, and Chad Harris. Millie had kept her virginity all the way through high school, and had lost it one week after entering college, to Chad Harris. They had been lovers all year long.

But now the love affair was over.

Millie pushed Chad from her mind by concentrating on the couple next door.

Janice Taylor's tongue had slowly slid upward along the shaft of the judge's cock to the swollen head. Millie was getting hotter by the minute. She remembered her own hands fondling testicles and her mouth sucking Chad's creamy cock.

As Janice started sucking on the man's prickhead, he growled sensually, and the sound of the other woman's cock-stuffed mouth, sucking wildly on the rigid dick, made Millie squirm with desire. She ran her hand faster and faster over her own creaming pussy. Trying to get at least a small part of the experience, she shoved three fingers up her heated cuntal passage.

"Turn over!" she heard the older woman say. "Turn over and spread your legs wide ... real fucking wide! I'm gonna suck that dick of yours good ... and your ass-hole!"

The judge did as she said, and Millie looked on with growing lust as Janice spread his ass cheeks and plunged her tongue into the crevice. She moved her head up and down along his crack, sometimes lingering in the center.

"Ohhhh, God, that's wonderful," the man groaned. "Try your tongue on the back of my balls. Yes, that's it! Ohhhh, so warm and nice! Keep doing it just like that!"

Janice kept at her task for several silent minutes. The judge lay spread out in front of her completely still, obviously enjoying the movement of her enthusiastic tongue. Then he raised his hips slightly, exposing more of his ass region to her. She responded with even more vigor while deftly fondling his balls with her hand at the same time.

"Turn over again," she said. "I want to grease your prick."

He flipped over onto his back and she dipped her fingers into the goo of her cunt, then smeared the substance on his big dick. She worked the lubricant up and down the throbbing shaft, slowly masturbating him. As her hand moved slowly back and forth over the sensitive cockhead, her other hand applied the smooth love juices to his balls and ass-hole.

"Oh, my God, I'm going to come ... I'm going to shoot like hell!" the judge suddenly gasped. "Better wait a minute!"

Janice stopped her expert stroking and kissed him. He ran three of his fingers up and down her wet slit with one hand and kneaded her big, pendulous breasts with the other. The heavy friction in her pussy caused the woman to squirm and breathe heavily.

Millie could see his fingers moving along the hairy valley of her crotch, sometimes tickling her, other times plunging his lubricated finger deep into her-opening.

"Ohhh, shit, I'm gonna come too!" Janice screeched, flipping her long red hair away from her face. "Me, too ... I'm gonna come like crazy! Stop, lover ... let's finish off with a good fuck!"

Without a further word from either of them, the woman moved on top so that she was straddling his hips.

"Let me do it," she purred. "I'll slide you into me just the way I like it!"

She raised herself just enough so that the judge's huge cock was poking against her cuntal opening, and then she slowly, voluptuously lowered herself onto it, sliding down farther and farther until she was entirely impaled on his elongated shaft.

She began to rotate her hips slowly, and bent over so that her tits were close to his mouth. Millie couldn't see him kissing her tits because Janice's hair covered his head. But she could hear the sucking sounds he was making and Janice's groans as she kept sliding her hot cunt back and forth on his prick.

"Oh, yeah, this is heaven!" Janice chirped. "I love the way your meat feels inside me! So deep and hard! This is it! I'm almost there, lover ... I want you to come first!"

"You're going to get your wish, my sweet," the judge rasped, barely able to control his voice. "Keep it up ... there, there! I'm making it!"

From then on his actions were frantic. His hips met hers again and again, rapidly slapping their bodies together.

"I feel your cum, baby!" Janice shouted. "I feel your hot, squirting jizz! Ohhhhhh, I'm there! I'm coming, too! OHHHHHHHH!"

As the couple continued gyrating on the bed, Millie's fingers were working furiously in her own cunt. In, out, in, out, she jammed her fingers through the soft lips of her pussy, deep into the swimming recesses of her youthful body.

She bit her hp to keep from shrieking out loud as she came and came. It was a strange and tense climax that was so shot through with pleasure that it nearly hurt.

She rippled her cunt muscles as if she were milking cum from her fingers.

Then, soundlessly, so she wouldn't be detected by the couple next door, she slipped from her bed and entered the bath.

But, in the shower, desire again overcame her. She began tickling her clitoris and remembering that last night with Chad in the motel . ...

"It's been a great year, Millie."

The lusty gleam in Millie's eyes said worlds about her wants, needs and desires as he brought his handsome face down onto hers. Their kiss was very warm, very long, and very passionate.

As their lips pressed together and their tongues sought each other out, his hand ran across her back. Its path was sure and steady as he unbuttoned her blouse button, by button, until his hand was beneath, fumbling with the snap on her bra.

It was exciting, wonderful for Millie. And Chad was exciting. There was no frustration or meandering about him. He knew what they both wanted, and he went right to the task of preparing them.

When the bra was unhooked, the thin nylon material fell to her side and Chad could immediately tell that her tits were as firm free as they had been confined. He pulled her toward him and the feel of her huge breasts squeezing into his chest hardened his already stiff cock.

As Millie lay in his arms, his hands worked over her tits. They were the highest points of passion and he knew just how to caress them to set off a fire in her body. She thought, at one point, that she might pass out as he masterfully squeezed and pulled on her sensitive nipples.

Then his hand was zipping down her skirt. In perfect rhythm, Millie lifted her hips as he tugged. The skirt left her legs and she was nude except for her panties and the unfastened bra.

"God, what a set of jugs," he growled, as he helped her pull the bra the rest of the way off.

"You like big tits, don't you? You like to suck on big tits," Millie purred. As the words formed on her lips, she became even more inflamed.

"They don't need a bra ... firm ... round ... tender ... beautiful, just beautiful."

As Chad described her beautiful breasts, his hands wrapped around her body once again and compressed the two massive globes between them.

Millie wanted to feel his skin, too, the way he was feeling hers. She ran her fingers along his waist, pulling his shirt out of his slacks. As their warm kiss lingered on, she unbuttoned his shirt and quickly parted it.

When her warm nipples touched his bare skin, she felt they were two hot pokers. They throbbed with need as they touched his body, and in seconds grew even larger and harder to the touch. The contact of their bodies was exciting. Millie rubbed her chest on his to feel the exquisite sensation of hot bodily contact. It continued for several minutes, and as she reached down to unbuckle his belt, he reached for her panties.

He rolled the thin material to her hips and when it passed the outer curve of her legs, he let go. Millie wriggled her body so that the panties would fall. As they did, so did his trousers.

And there they lay, in complete nudity and loving every moment of it. Her tits were almost completely flattened by their intense hold on one another, and the pressure on Chad's chest was thrilling to each of them.

Millie parted her legs and his cock slid between her thighs. The stiff thickness rubbed the curly hair and lips of her pussy as they both moved back and forth.

"Mmmmmm, will this make you shoot too soon," she asked, "me rubbing my pussy against your cock like this?"

"Not unless I want it to," Chad replied, increasing his movements. "And even if, it did, honey, I'll just get it back up again for you, anyhow."

A tremendous quantity of clear juice had been oozing from his prickhead as it slid between her soft thighs. The mixture of their juices built such a fire in both their bodies that neither of them wanted the movement to stop.

"You want it, honey? You want my dick now?" Chad rasped.

"You know I do," Millie groaned. "Stick it in me!"

The head of his cock seemed to bend upward all by itself. They were both so wet that the big dick slid easily up her cuntal channel ... farther ... deeper.

"Jesus!" she gasped.

"What?"

It's in me ... your beautiful cock is inside me."

"It sure is."

"Oh, Chad, I love it, I love it! Fuck it to me, darling!"

Even though there was absolutely no resistance from Millie as his meat entered her, it felt as though the lips and walls of her pussy were being spread so far that they would be ripped apart.

His cock seemed to have a life of its own as it leapt and throbbed inside her. The foreskin peeled back tautly from the head. Chad could feel the sticky juices of her willing cunt coating his prick like a gooey glove.

Then he was fully inside her, his bone grinding against hers in an up-and-down motion. He reached under her and cupped the fleshy softness of her ass cheeks with his hands.

Suddenly, Millie's whole body responded to his impaling cock. She became a coordinated mass of pulsing flesh. She was coming already. She could feel it.

"Ohhhh! OHHHHH, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!" she screamed, loving the shock, beating a tattoo on his ass with her bare heels and grinding her clitoris against him. Mewling sounds erupted from her throat as she bounced her hardened tits against his chest and tore like a frenzied wildcat at his back with her sharp nails.

"Are you coming already honey? Is it good? Is it huh?" Chad gasped, his mind filled with the wildness and passion that seemed to surge from her young body.

She answered him with her body instead of her voice. Her come had been good, almost complete in the wild sensations it had caused all through her body. But it was only the beginning and she let him know it. She tightened her thighs and wound her legs tightly around his hips. She lowered her own hips and buttocks onto the mattress until his cock was barely inside her cunt. Then she drove her hips upward like an avenging pile driver, impaling herself completely on the hugeness of his pole.

Chad responded in kind, tightening his buttocks and ramming his dick in and out of her sopping hole. With his hands he kneaded her bouncing tits as though he were trying to tear them from her chest.

Her head flew from side to side on the pillow, the hair flying against his head and shoulders. She felt a scream erupting in her throat. She bit her Up until she tasted blood. Her hips came alive as they pounded her cunt over his willing, thrusting meat.

"It's good! Oh, shit, it's good, so good!" Chad wailed, feeling his balls slapping against her ass-hole.

She came again, the joy of it shaking her whole body down to the very marrow of her bones. And still she didn't stop. Her brain was on fire with the heat of his wonderful prick in her cunt. She went faster, pounding his cock even harder, trying to urge him to match her rhythms.

When he didn't, she flipped him over and straddled him. Up, down, up, down, went her ass, pounding him into the mattress until he could only lie beneath her, enjoying the sudden fury of sex that had captured her.

Millie's mind kept screaming at her. Fucking. Sucking. Sex. Cock. Cunt. This was what she had longed for her whole young life. This was happiness. This was freedom, kicks, everything.

Sweat and cunt juice flowed from her body, soaking both of them, as again she had an orgasm. This time Chad matched her, his cock swelling, the head throbbing with a heat that seemed to sear the far inner walls of her pussy.

His come heightened hers as she felt the quaking spurts of liquid bathe her inner softness.

Muscles up and down his long legs became like jelly and he began to crumple. As he started to collapse under the delightful strain of orgasm, Millie felt his still-spurting dick slide downward. Not wanting to lose the delightful sensation, she held his body as tightly as possible and kept him from falling in a heap.

The heavy load he had squirted in her cunt slowly dribbled down both their legs. The climax that was rocketing through Millie was so intense she didn't know if she would be able to stay on top.

As Chad's spent dick began to shrink out of her hole, she squeezed her cunt lips as tightly as possible. "Oh, no, noooo, I don't want it out yet, darling. Please, don't let it out yet!"

Chad pressed her closed to him. "I'll try, baby. I'll try to stay inside your sweet pussy, even if it is shrinking pretty fast."

The strategy worked, and soon Millie could feel the smallness of a relaxed cock as it rested within her body. They kept their arms tightly around each other to keep their bodies from separating.

Finally they rolled over as one unit. The mutual juices of their fuck had now spread over their thighs and bellies, and it made the tight contact an exciting and slippery one.

Soon a sliding action began and they began to roll on every inch of the king-sized bed. The cream of orgasm was such a delightful lubricant that they held onto each other and enjoyed the motion as much as the fuck itself.

The excitement of the rubbing began to take effect on Chad's deflated cock and it began to enlarge within her.

"Ooohh, darling ... I've never felt anything like that before," Millie cooed. "I've never had it happen inside me. Ohhhh, that's nice!"

Her cunt opening had shrunk to a size only large enough for a small cock, but as the hard-on grew, the opening widened. Her pussy lips rolled open, producing a wild, erotic feeling.

"Fuck me again, darling!"

"How do you want it this time, baby?"

"Any way. Any way at all. You can pump as you roll, if you want to. I really don't care! Just fuck me!"

The rolling continued and the hard-on grew. His breathing was becoming short and heavy, and her nipples hardened almost painfully. Her tongue shot deeply into his hot mouth, searching for and finding his tongue, then wrapping lewdly around it.

"Oh, Chad, darling ... let's roll and you fuck as we go ... please! Let me feel that hot cream shooting when you're on top, then while you're under me. I want to feel every bit of your body as it shoots deep up into my pussy! Hurry, hurry ... I'm starting to ... it's flowing so good ... it's flowing ... ohhhhhh!"

He fucked as they rolled. The moment he was on top, he raised his ass up high to give him a good blast as he shot into her. An instant later, when she was on top, Millie dug her heels into the bed and pushed onto him as hard as she could.

Chad had a hand on each of her ass cheeks, and when their mutual climax began, he squeezed more fluid into her cunt. She had her hands behind his head and she pulled his face into hers. The kiss was as warm and demanding as their cunt-cock joining, and Millie could not have been happier. She had found her man. She was in heaven.

"I love you," she murmured, and drifted off into a dreamy sleep.

She found the note when she awoke in the morning, alone. Chad was a senior, with other things in mind than waiting around for Millie.

Millie brought herself off twice more in the shower to drive all desire from her body, and then returned to the bedroom and dressed.

Downstairs, she fried eggs and bacon. While she ate, she thought over her plans; a job for the summer and then back to school. And no more easy love affairs that she couldn't handle.

She took her coffee out to the front porch and looked down at the beach and Judge Jensen's swank new resort hotel, The Seaview.

She loved the beach, and felt a longing to go swimming. The urge quickly left, though, in the thought that the beach was no longer the same, that now it would be crowded with strangers. Then too, it held a terror, a terrible memory. Millie had not been swimming since that fateful Sunday her father had drowned when his boat tipped over. The six years since had been like an eternity, the time standing still.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of a car swinging into the driveway. A tall willowy brunette got out and came up the steps, laughing.

"Hello, sleepy head, I see you finally got up."

Millie looked at her mother and forced a smile.

"Hot as hell for this time of year, isn't it?" Laura said, brushing a stray hair from her face. "What I need is a drink."

Millie studied her mother, following her with her eyes as she went inside. Laura Wade, at thirty-eight, looked more like an older sister than a mother. The fact was, to Millie she wasn't even that. She had never been able to get close to her mother. With her father it had been different. She could talk to him. There was her mother's insistence that Millie call her Laura instead of Mother. It brought a resistance to any pretense of love.

Getting up from the porch swing, Millie followed Laura into the house. Not as tall as the older woman, Millie had the same full perfection of figure, the same physical attributes. But the similarity ended there. Everything else between the two was more of a challenge. There were times when Millie felt a hostile resentment, as if Laura held a bitterness at having a grown daughter.

In essence, this was true. Laura, married at seventeen with a baby a year later, felt cheated. Now, after her husband's death, she was trying to hold her youth, force a happiness.

There were men now, a great many men. Even when her husband was alive there had been other men. Perhaps, in a way, this added to the barrier between Millie and her mother. Millie had never openly accused, but she knew. There was the one day when she had come home from school early and found old Judge Jensen at her house. Laura had explained that the judge was there to go over some legal papers concerning her father's insurance, but the judge's flushed face and hasty departure had made a lie of the excuse.

Laura turned, drink in hand. "I talked to your friend, Pat Johnson, this morning."

"Oh?" Millie replied. "I didn't know Pat was still in town."

"Yes, she's working the big lounge at Seaview. Says she might be able to get you on."

"Did she say what kind of a job it was?"

"Waiting on tables, serving drinks."

"And you wouldn't object to me being a barmaid?"

Laura laughed. "Object? You're a woman now. What you do is your business. You're old enough to know your own mind."

Millie watched her mother cross to the bedroom and shut the door. Moving to the telephone on the kitchen wall, she dialed Pat Johnson's number.

"Millie, how nice! I've been waiting to hear from you! Did your mother tell you?. About the job, I mean?"

"Yes, she said something about a waitress job."

"Well, what do you say?" Pat's voice was anxious.

"I don't know. I've never waited on tables," Millie hesitated.

"Nothing to it, you'll catch on quick. I talked to Judge Jensen yesterday, he said okay. Look, Millie, we'd be working together. Remember how we were always so close when we were kids? I've missed the fun we used to have. You'll really like Seaview. They have a terrific swimming pool ... and men! Lots of men! New Yorkers, real class!" Pat was laughing, excited over the phone.

"All right," Millie said, making a sudden decision.

"Great! Oh, Millie, we'll have a ball. Remember Tommy Peterson?"

"Yes," Millie replied.

"Well, Tommy's the night bartender. Look, I leave for work in an hour. Why don't you meet me out there and I'll introduce you to the boss?"

"See you then," Millie replied, and broke the connection.

TWO

Pat Johnson replaced the phone and barely eluded Tommy Peterson's grabbing hands. "Don't, Tommy ... I have to go to work."

"Aw, c'mon, baby," Tommy said, grabbing for her again.

"No, dammit," she hissed. "I told you, it's over."

"You must have forgotten all about last summer, honey," he said, blocking her way as she tried to maneuver past him into the bath.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," Pat replied. "I've just got new fish to fry!"

"You mean like Jack Jensen?"

"Maybe," she said, and then coldly added, "Why fuck the bartender if you can fuck the boss?"

Tommy stopped and stared at her. Pat was a beautiful creature. She had shiny, natural blonde hair and creamy white skin. Her tits were large and firm and showed slightly blue where the veins ran into the light red nipples. Her hips were wide and tapered down along perfect, cream-white legs. Her skin was as soft as it looked, and her pelvis and behind were constructed solely for the pleasure of man. She had a cute, turned-up nose, a sensual mouth and light brown eyes. Her ears stood slightly away from the side of her head, making her look like a pixie at odd moments, like a little girl, naive, trusting ... perhaps that was what he had liked about her at first-but she was no more naive than Satan. She knew more ways of giving a man pleasure and getting it from him than any woman Tommy had ever known. She was the perfect bed partner. The kind of girl a man would love to shack up with for a year or more.

But definitely not for a lifetime, and that's what Pat Johnson was fishing for.

But as Tommy heard the shower being turned on, . he could imagine Pat's naked perfection under it. His dick got hard. He couldn't help it; he wanted her.

He moved into the bath, and through the frosted doors saw her outline. His dick got harder.

"I thought we really had something going," he mumbled.

"Oh?" Pat said above the sound of the water. "I felt ... " '

But she blocked out his voice.

Felt? What had he felt? What could he have felt when she was sitting on his face, grinding her gooey cunt gleefully against his mouth? Love? Whatever love was, she was sure that it wasn't that.

"Tommy," she said, framing her words carefully. "I don't love you. I never did. Those times together mean nothing to me, nothing but a sordid memory."

"Jesus," he whispered. "You're a bitch. A real bitch."

She answered him coldly. "I'm sorry if that's the way you see it. I think that honesty will do both of us the most good in the long run, and I'm trying to be as honest as I can." Then she stepped wet and naked from the shower. "Jesus!" Tommy growled.

"Get out of here, Tommy, and let me get ready for work." He continued to gape.

"You lead me on," he whispered hoarsely. "You tease me and lead me on, and then just cut me off ... just like that. Is that it?"

Pat felt hot tears of frustration well up and burn her eyes. What was he saying? She leading him on?

"Tommy," she said in a tone of artificial calm, "I did not lead you on. You were the first man that I ever had sex with, but it was your idea."

"My idea!" he snapped. "Goddamn you, you flounce around in skirts so short that I can see your panties every time you bend over ... you invite me into your house ... to be alone with you. Christ, I'm only normal ... what do you expect me to think? What do you expect me to do?"

She started to cover herself with a towel, but suddenly she saw the crazed hunger in his eyes. And, for some perverse reason, she wanted him to suffer; she wanted to hurt him, to have him see her cunt, to remember what had been, and not to be able to have her. Now that she knew what a real man was like, she didn't plan ever again to give herself to a boy.

"What do I expect you to do? I expect you to be a gentleman, if nothing else. Now let's quit playing this silly game. You don't love me, you never did. And I certainly don't love you. I don't even particularly want to see you again. So, if you want to keep even a little of my respect, let's part company in a civilized fashion. You, of all people, should realize the importance of doing things in a civilized fashion."

His face was puffy now, hardly recognizable as the suave, self-composed young man that he purported to be. He looked like he might cry. And Pat enjoyed it, enjoyed teasing him, reducing him to the pathetic creature that he really was.

He moved closer to her, reached out half-heartedly to grab her, to kiss her. "Pat, please," he moaned, "Let me...."

She pushed his arms away. "Let you what, Tommy?" she said sweetly. "Let you use me, like you've been using me? Let you feel me all over? What do you want?"

"I want to love you," he burbled. "Please let me kiss you...."

"I'm smooth, Tommy," she purred. "My legs are smooth and long and very warm ... but you can't touch me. Not ever again, Tommy."

He tried to break through the barrier of her ams, but she successfully held him back.

"Remember my body, Tommy?" she whispered. "Remember how my tits felt, how they tasted? Remember how my cunt tasted?"

"Yes," he groaned. "Oh, God, yes...."

"Is it up, Tommy? Is your cock big and hard for me?"

He nodded, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Let me see it, Tommy," she purred. "Take your prick out and let me see it!"

He fumbled in his lap for a few seconds, then he pulled it out ... long and white in the soft light, trembling and throbbing from the nearness of her warm body.

"Would you like for me to touch it, Tommy?" Pat cooed. "Do you want me to make you feel good."

"Please," he muttered. "No," she said.

He stared at her with a look that dripped with anguish.

"I'm not going to touch you, and I'm not going to let you fuck me. Not now. Not ever. Now get out!"

It was too much, more than any man could stand. He grabbed both her wrists and dragged her into the bedroom.

"Tommy ... Tommy, stop it!"

He did, by the bed, but he still held her.

Her stomach tightened as he grabbed her thigh and squeezed. He slid his hand up her thigh, tickling and stroking. Pat exhaled sharply, but still made no move. His breath jerked out in desperate gasps.

"I'm gonna fuck you, dammit."

Pat kept her body stiff as his hands probed and stroked and fondled her thighs and buttocks. The room heat was smothering her now, and she felt funny. Her stomach tightened again as he moved a hand up and grabbed a tit. He gasped and twisted the breast, then rubbed and mashed it.

She bit her lips, but her nipples responded to his hand and swelled in his frantic grasp. She jerked backward slightly when he moved his head down. He kissed her fiercely as he continued to fondle her body. She relaxed a little and opened her mouth. He was grunting as he kissed her, and she let his tongue wander in her mouth. Both his hands moved around to her ass. He ground the savage kiss into her mouth and squeezed her buttocks, slamming her body against his and holding her there.

Then he roughly put both hands on her shoulders and shoved. Pat resisted for an instant, then sank down onto the soft bed. He fell down with her, sucking at her tits, then nuzzling her taut nipples with his teeth. A hand poked around her thighs, stroking and pinching. Pat lay still, breathing heavily.

"You want it, dammit, I know you want it," Tommy hissed.

And she did. But she wouldn't let him know it.

Tommy bit her nipples, and a mild, stimulating pain shot through her tits. Her thighs moved slightly. He slid up her body and mangled her lips with his, and she opened her lips and let his tongue rub hers.

He started fumbling to get free of his clothes, then he was at her, and she felt his naked body, wiry and muscular. A hand cupped, then twisted a heavy tit. Another hand shot to her cunt. He kissed her, and this time she moved her tongue into his mouth. Slowly, she rubbed her hand down over his back. She hugged him to her, crushing her big tits against him, the pointed nipples sharp with good, bursting pain.

She clamped her nails into his back and bit his tongue. They began working together. Faster. She kissed and tongued him, rubbed her tits against him, and streaked his back with her nails. She bit her lower Up and tasted blood.

"All right, you bastard, fuck me!" she finally gasped. "But hurry! I've got to get to work!" And she added in her mind with a silent chuckle, so I can fuck Jack Jensen!

Tommy's fingers played in the crack of her ass and at her cuntal lips.

Pat raised up on her elbows. She half-turned, showing him one delectable tit and emphasizing the smooth swell of her ass and the solid flow of her hip.

Tommy thought he was in control, but something seemed to snap in his mind. Pat's face was almost grotesque in its twisted plea for passion. She reached out and grabbed his cock. She squeezed it, almost painfully.

One hand found his balls while warm fingers of the other closed tight around the cockhead.

"It is beautiful," she sighed. "So big ... and so damned hard. Fuck it up into me, Tommy!"

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere," she replied. "Just use it on me! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK!"

His arms went around her, pulled her close onto his lap, and his lips, his tongue, sought the moist warmth of her mouth. Hungrily he kissed her. His hands moved down her soft back to the plump cheeks of her ass, cupping the resilient flesh. His finger found her tight ass-hole, twisted in. Pat moaned and pressed closer. His free hand captured a mammoth tit. He pinched the nipple, drove his finger all the way up her hot rectum, and shafted his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth.

Tearing her lips away, Pat husked, "Now, dammit, fuck me now! I want you to. Do it. Oh, for God's sake, do it quick!"

His cock shot up stiff between her legs. He pulled her close and began to move himself insistently back and forth in the pinched crack of her ass.

"Is that what you want? My ass-hole?"

"Yeah, baby ... that's what I want!"

She leaned forward, spreading the cheeks of her ass, making her butt hole more accessible. "Then TAKE IT!" she growled.

He kissed her. He mashed her lips so hard she thought surely her teeth were coming through the skin. She felt his hand on her ass, felt one cheek of her butt being lifted. She helped. Shifting her weight to one hip, she reached under, took firm hold of his cock, and set the fat tip at the hot mouth of her ass-hole.

Then she let herself down, drawing the head in past her tight sphincter, pressing his fingers hard into her cunt hole, moving around and around and down the stiff meat standing up from his lap. The pain made her wince. He was big. But she continued to press, loving the hurt because afterward, after penetration, came bliss, the delicious thrill of a big dick stoking in and out of her belly, working her toward orgasm.

"It's better if you're on your hands and knees and I'm fucking you from behind," he groaned.

He didn't have' to ask her twice. Pat flipped her body around and knelt before him on the bed. Using her hands, she spread the cheeks of her ass wide.

"Pound me ... REAM ME!" she screamed.

"Jesus, what a hot cunt!"

"Shut up and fuck me!" she retorted. "Hurry! Put it in. PLEASE, PUT IT IN ME!"

"Let's get it a little wet," Tommy said as he rammed his tongue into the tightly puckered rear hole. At the same time, his fingers slipped into her gooey pussy and scooped out her love juice. Still licking with his tongue, he worked the sticky juice into her ass-hole with his fingers.

"Oh, shit ... stick your dick up me before I come!" Pat yelled.

He slid close until the fronts of his thighs were against the backs of hers. He set his cockhead against her ass-hole.

Pat sobbed with tears of desire and lust when she felt his big prick seek entrance. Her hips began to gyrate. Her body knew exactly what to do. She held her breath and watched. By looking down between her gaping legs, she could see his big hairy balls dangling below the root of the cock about to fuck her ass. She pressed back. Again the bloated tip slipped in past her tight anal ring.

"Shove it! FUCK IT ALL THE WAY UP ME, YOU BASTARD!"

The hands on her hips crept under her belly. One cupped her pussy, one finger agitating her clit, while the cock burrowed in.

"Shove! Harder! PUSH!" Pat was almost beside herself with lust now. She frantically wiggled herself onto him. She felt his rock-hard prick boring in, humping inch by throbbing inch, out and in, in and out, working toward the slippery depths of her bowels.

But it was too slow. She wanted all of it in her, now. She wanted to feel it spitting its hot cream. She leaned farther forward. Then, with all the strength she could muster, she rammed her hips backward, telling him with her body that the pain, the initial torture, didn't matter.

"Lie down flat," he urged, "and spread your legs wider."

Pat slid down until her tits and her face were pressed into the mattress. His weight came down hard on her and his prick shoved its full length into her tight rear channel.

"Oh, God, it's good ... beautiful!" she gasped. "But I can't breathe!"

Then he rolled her to the side, his body easing in under hers. She felt his knees at the crook of her legs. She doubled up. His cock began to slip in and out, smoothly now.

"This is the way to do it, baby," he whispered. One hand on her pussy, fingers deep, he raised the other hand to her tits. He taunted the nipple.

He kissed the back of her neck. His breathing was heavy as his body got caught up in the rhythm of fucking. He shoved his big dick in to the hilt and ground his bone against her soft ass cheeks.

Suddenly his cock felt bigger and harder. He was pulling it out and slamming it back into her ass with a force that jarred her bones. It was hurting now, making her cry out. But he paid no attention. He was fucking and he was loving the hole he was in.

His fingernails dug into her tender nipple. Pat covered the hand on her tit and chewed her lower lip against the excruciating pain. Yet her hips, her pelvis, xier ass-hole, unmindful of the torture, continued to grind.

"Oh, Jesus, you're hurting me," she moaned, pressing back, wanting, in spite of the pain, to feel his cock slamming harder and faster, to feel the blast of hot cum that would momentarily fill the hungry, empty ache in her belly.

And then he was coming.

Pat could feel the throbbing surge building in his cock. She loved the feeling and began to use her rectal muscles to massage and suck the head of his rod. She threw her knees high, clear to her chin, and drew the thick, pulsating shaft farther still up her quivering ass. She covered the hand wedged tight between her thighs, worked it around and around on her pussy. She pressed down on the hand on her tit, tightened her ass-hole and fucked her soft little buttocks furiously onto the cock that was getting ready to shoot its wad into her.

"Oh, Jesus ... whatever you're doing, don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" Tommy cried.

Pat turned her face toward him and closed her eyes. "Kiss me," she sobbed. "Kiss me and fill me with cum! Hurry!"

His wet, open lips covered hers. His tongue shot into her mouth. The fingers high in her cunt hole reached higher still, pressing, spreading, molding the thin wall to the fat cock up her ass.

The darkness behind her eyelids began to spin as the fiery first blast of thick cum blasted off in her belly. She gasped. Her legs, without having to be directed, as if the lower half of her body possessed a life of its own, straightened, trapping the spitting cock, holding it tight with the plump cheeks of her ass. She milked, drawing spurt after spurt of hot cream. She didn't want it to end. Not ever. She worked the muscles deep in her ass, sucking the sticky gism up from his balls, wanting more than the flood pouring into her ass, sweeping out and down the insides of her thighs.

"Oh, shit, don't stop!" she wailed. "Keep coming and keep fucking! It's making me come too!"

"Hurry ... hurry, baby. I can't keep it up much longer!"

"Just ... just a little bit, please," she groaned. "Oh, God, it's good! I can feel it clear up to my tits!"

And then she was coming too, spewing her juices all over his hand, her own thighs, and the mattress beneath them.

But she wanted more. She wanted the come to last and last. She relaxed her ass-hole even more until it was like a second pussy. She let his prick pull back, then she drove her hole over his dick again. Back and forth, like a wild woman, she repeated the movement, pulling another spurt of hot cum from his cock with each new thrust.

At last they lay exhausted, his strong arms wrapped around her, his depleted cock snuggled in the wet warmth between her thighs.

"I love it," he sighed. "I love sex with you, Pat."

"It's getting late," she said, suddenly cold again. "Pile off so I can take another shower, then you can drive me to work."

"This won't be the last time," he said, fisting his dick as he watched her jiggle toward the bathroom.

"That's what you think, fucker."

* * * *

Millie wasn't sure she liked Jack Jensen or not when they met. There was no getting away from the fact that he was handsome. His six foot frame seemed to be poured into the sports jacket he wore. His wavy black hair had just a hint of gray at the temples, giving him a distinguished look.

She remembered stories she had heard about the son of Judge Jensen, how his father's influence had pulled him out of several scrapes at college. Jack was the gold spoon fed type, walking Out of college into an easy way of life. It showed in the slight dissipation around his eyes. Millie was aware of their scrutiny. She had the feeling he was dressing and undressing her in his mind. She felt very uncomfortable.

His words, though, were purely impersonal. "You will work with Miss Johnson, Miss Wade. She can show you what to do. Your hours will be eleven to seven, okay?"

"Yes, and thank you, Mr. Jensen," Millie murmured.

"I'll teach her the ropes, Jack," Pat cut in, laughing.

Jack Jensen frowned at Pat's familiarity in using ,his first name. "I'm sure you will, Miss Johnson. Now perhaps Miss Wade would like to see the hotel. Suppose you show her around."

Minutes later, when they were alone, Pat said, "Jack's a good guy to work for."

Millie gave her a quick look. For some unaccountable reason, Pat wasn't the same girl she used to know. She passed it off as being because they hadn't seen too much of each other for a year. "I'm a little scared of all this, .Pat. Do you really think I can do it?"

Pat grinned at her. "Come off it. Of course you can. There isn't really much to it. You give the customers a big smile and if it's a man a little wiggle of the hips and you have it made. Makes for bigger tips, too. I averaged two hundred bucks a week last year."

"You make it sound easy," Millie laughed.

"It is easy, honey."

They returned to the main lounge. Jack was still talking with Tommy. When they approached, he said, "I'd like to see you in my office, Miss Johnson."

"Sure," Pat replied.

They moved away and Tommy turned to Millie. "Glad to see you back in town, Millie. How's your mother?"

"Fine," she replied, trying to read the tone in the young bartender's voice. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Just asking. Hey, you need a lift?"

"No," Millie replied. "I have my car. See you tomorrow."

"How about tonight?" he grinned. "It's my night off."

She started to say no thanks, and then decided she couldn't be a hermit all summer. "Sure, why not? Seven?"

"Seven it is," Tommy said, the grin on his face spreading from ear to ear.

* * * *

Jack Jensen turned angrily on Pat the second they were alone in his office. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm 'Mr. Jensen' and you're 'Miss Johnson' around here?"

"You make that awfully hard to remember, Mr. Jensen," Pat said sarcastically, emphasizing the surname.

"I have a position to maintain with the employees," he snapped. "But not with me, do you, Jack?" she murmured.

Then she was in his arms, her body tight against his thighs. His mouth found her lips in a savage kiss, parting the red slash, exploring deep with his tongue. Pat let a soft moan escape from her throat as his hands fumbled with the zipper of her dress. Her outthrust tits trembled and tightened to his caress. When her dress came free, she stepped back for him to admire.

She laughed softly. "Want, Jack? Want?" she taunted.

Suddenly he seemed to realize where he was. "No, dammit, not here."

"Are you sure?" she teased, pushing him down onto the leather office couch.

She stood before him, weaving slightly, with her crotch thrust forward provocatively. Her blonde cunt hair curled around the band of her panties. Her nipples were half out of the bra, as if the material couldn't contain their swollen fullness.

"Would you like to feel the material?" she smiled. "It's very soft, and smooth, and ... " Jack raised his hand. She took it and ran it lightly over her tits where the nipples were already bursting from the bra. Then she slid his hand down across her body to the band of her panties.

She moved one of his fingers under the elastic until he felt the soft, curling hair. Then she released his hand, but he didn't pull it away. He caressed her pussy through the material while his breath came in longer and louder gasps. He slid his fingers around the band of cloth covering her moistened slit and ran two of them up inside her hole.

Pat spread her legs slightly and started removing his shirt and tie. He was hypnotized by her body and the musk rising from her seeping cunt. When she pulled the clothing from his shoulders, he merely shifted his hands on her pussy.

She kissed him on the cheeks and neck as she unfastened his belt buckle and pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles. His cock thrust against her belly, hard and eager.

She stepped slightly away from him and slowly reached behind her. She unfastened her bra slowly, letting his eyes catch every inch of her exquisite body as she uncovered it. Huge tits leapt from the bra, the nipples thick brown rosettes against the creamy whiteness of her skin. She threw the bra to join the pile of clothes on the floor.

Then she stretched, cat-like, to take the pins one by one from her hair. Her blonde tresses smoothed in waves around her shoulders to fall down her neck. By the time she had reached him, she was completely nude and already her flesh had begun to take on the flush of exotic excitement.

"This is going to be good," she whispered, "for both of us."

She wrapped her arms around his head and with a squeal of pleasure thrust one tit into his open mouth. He took it, sucking the succulent flesh into his throat and feeling the nipple rise and scrape the roof of his mouth. Her legs crawled around his waist, climbing until she was bent double.

Her weight pushed him onto the sofa. She made a sudden lurch and her legs were over his shoulders and around his head. The soft white skin of her inner thighs caressed his cheeks, the curling blonde hair of"" her pussy in front of his face.

"Take it. Taste it. Turn me on, and I'll turn you on," she cooed.

Jack began using his tongue like a feather, tickling and teasing, tasting her sweetness. As he did, he felt her bending her back like an acrobat. Her cascading hair fell around his loins. Then she was there, her tongue flicking at the head of his swollen prick, circling its crown and lapping at the length of its thick, heavy staff. Her hands cupped his balls, then his ass, kneading at the hard muscles and urging him to thrust himself into her mouth. His own head dipped and rose, savoring her honeyed juices and devouring her cunt.

Pat detected an excited quiver in his cock and reacted by sucking harder on the warm meat. Jack knew his orgasm wasn't far off and, afraid he would shoot without her, increased the tempo of his licking and sucking. His tongue shot into her as far as possible, and just as he was about to lick her cunt's deepest point, the temperature in the moist cavity increased rapidly. Her body rocked so violently he had to grab her ass as tightly as possible. A delightful fluid came to his tongue and her body shook uncontrollably.

Pat's orgasm may have come first, but his wasn't far behind.

She realized it and slowed the pace of her sucking. When she was sure he had calmed a little, she turned and lay flat on top of him. She pressed her stomach against his groin as she kissed him passionately on the lips. She rubbed her voluptuous body against his and he pressed back.

Sitting on top of him, she clasped his hot twitching tool and stood it straight up against her cuntal opening. Then she slowly lowered herself on it, feeling herself being filled and wonderfully stretched by his big, stiff meat. She could hear him sucking in his breath as she tightened her cunt muscles to more firmly clasp his prick.

She moved up and down, and then twisted her hips from side to side, sometimes revolving them, giving him strange new sensations, causing him to moan and claw the sofa.

Her movements were steady, slow and sensual. At times she could feel the thrill of intense gratification and it would make her shudder. She could see that he liked those moments because each spasm of delight she experienced caused her cunt to squeeze his cock even more tightly.

Pat could feel yet another climax rising deep inside her. She could also sense that Jack was about ready for his, and she stopped and leaned forward, kissing him passionately, their tongues dancing and pressing together. When it seemed as though both had calmed down again, she regained her position and once again began her delicious movements until they were both perspiring and moaning. Justas their bodies were about to explode together, she stopped again.

This time she waited only a few seconds before resuming. And when she did begin again, they both immediately moved in jerking, frenzied spasms. As she climaxed, she felt his hot cum spurting into her, and as her excitement subsided, she could feel the hot juice dripping out of her slit and running down between her legs.

She moved back up to straddle his face and lowered her oozing cunt to his mouth.

"Eat me," she said. "Eat me and suck yourself at the same time!"

Jack's eyes glazed and his arms wrapped convulsively around her buttocks, his face instantly buried in the aromatic fleece of her cunt. His lips started burrowing, his tongue flicking out against the succulent flesh.

Pat bent her body back in an extreme arc. She splayed her legs, guiding his greedy, nuzzling mouth deeper into the weeping hole of her cunt with her fingers. As his lips consumed the hanging folds of her pussy and-his mouth sucked and tugged, his tongue slithered into her hot hole as far as it would go. Pat sank deeper into delirium, feeling a new desire for more cock.

"Here, lover," she cooed, moving back toward the end of the couch. "Come here!" Jack crawled after her, his lips never releasing her. "Lay me down, darling. That way you can do me better." She giggled softly. "Please, Jack, let go for a minute, will you?" She fell backwards on the couch, and attempted to recline.

She flung one leg up, letting it hang on the sofa's back. The other leg dropped to the floor, causing her gash to stretch in a leering yawn, the inner lips grinning pink.

Even this wasn't enough, so she reached down with both hands, drew back on her pussy lips and forced her clitoris further from its hiding place. She held it for his greedy tongue. Glorying in the sting of his vibrating tongue as it spiraled, lapped and stabbed, she thought he would bury his whole head inside her.

She choked and purred and screamed her passion. His lips sucked her clit mercilessly, coaxing what must have been her sixth orgasm from her. She still continued to pop. To pop and pop. She thouher mind would snap if he sucked her to one more climax. She felt limp as a dish rag. Her breath came in grating gasps, and her legs felt like two iron bars, so immense was the tension that continually racked her, making her belly chum and flutter and lurch.

"Oh, God, please ... please, no more!" she cried. "Is your dick up again?"

"Yes."

"Then put it in my pussy and fill me with cum again!"

Jack scrambled between her legs, with his feet still on the floor for leverage. The head of his cock was poised just between her parted cunt lips.

He lunged.

Gripping the cheeks of her ass, standing with feet wide apart between her scissored legs, he drove the entire length of his meat into her tight cunt hole. Grunting, he ground his cock hair, the root of his prick into her cuntal mound.

Pat whimpered and strained to draw even more cock into her belly. It was good, so good. Her cunt was ablaze with the need to feel a prick shooting. Her ass-hole opened and closed.

Hips raised, lower body suspended beyond the edge of the couch, she drove her cunt onto the man's magnificent prick. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh, yes, yes, yessss! Fuck me! Fuck it into me!"

Electric waves of uncontrollable passion coursed up and down her young body to converge in her cunt. Erotic tingling sensations gained strength to surge into her throbbing chest and down to her convulsing abdomen. Crashing into her crotch, they set fire to her and opened the floodgates, forcing out yet another torrent of juices. Her thighs and legs, clear down to the tips of her toes, tingled and twitched with each crashing wave of erotic manipulation.

Jack raised himself and looked down at the naked body he was fucking. His eyes drank in the perfectly formed body, her lust-contorted features, as his cock continued to grind into her pussy. He let his eyes work over her full tits, down over the rise of her tummy, to her blonde triangle of curls. She was as close to perfectly proportioned as any female he had ever seen.

As her hips swung back and forth, Jack manipulated his dick solidly inside her. He kept up his rapid-fire stroking, working it deep inside her pussy. His breathing was heavy, and his whole body twitched as he kept making contact, working his meat deeper inside her cunt.

The harder he shoved his rod inside her, the deeper it went. He kept on ramming hard, driving his cock with fury and piston-like precision.

And Pat responded just as furiously. The quicker he stabbed his prick to her, the more rapidly she twisted her burning body as she reacted to the fiery, bludgeoning strokes.

"Oh, God, I love cock!" she squealed beneath him.

To prove it, she arched her back and slammed upward against him, completely sheathing his rigid pole in one vicious lunge. The wiry hair around her slit was like a rug. It tickled his shaft all the way in and applied the same treatment to his balls when they arrived.

"Oh, baby," Jack moaned, feeling the cushiony softness of her pubic fur against his pelvis. "You are so good."

"So are you, lover," she said, her voice half full of awe and amazement. Her ass was bouncing up wildly, claiming everything he could give her.

Her inner cunt was like slick velvet as she twisted, rotated and gyrated, gleefully working little muscles deep inside, clutching and releasing his throbbing body as he drove at her steadily. Her head sank back and her blonde hair flew as she let out a shrill cry of ecstasy and shot her hips up to meet his hammering pelvis. She convulsed again and again, tightening and loosening her vise-like grip on his pulsating cock, grabbing at him and pulling him into the depths of her quaking body.

"Bend me up! I want to watch it go inside me! I want to see all that beautiful meat slide into me and know I'm taking it!"

Jack did as she asked. Reaching under her smooth, soft buttocks, he lifted her until she could bend no more. He was almost standing, his cock aimed at its slick target. She reached up and guided him to her until the tip disappeared.

"Now, Jack, NOW! All of it, give me all of it! Pound it home! Screw me! Screw me good! FUCK ME!"

He thrust hard, sending his hard dick deep into her hole. Pat responded by kicking his back with her heels and grinding her hips against his. The feel of her soft ass cheeks pounding against his thighs served to enhance the pleasure for them both.

He bent his head forward. She rose to meet his kiss. She captured his tongue, sucking it deep into her mouth, and locked her legs harder around his body. She felt the constant fluttering movement of his prick inside her, deep inside her, and increased her tempo to match his.

Jack used his cock like a probe, seeking out the angles and positions that most excited her. She led him on vocally with short explosive gasps that told him exactly when he had found each of her desires.

He glanced down to see her face contorted in genuine passion. Her mammoth tits rolled and bobbed in time with the movements of her body. The concentration in her glazed eyes changed to a furrowed brow, and her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. A tiny trickle of blood appeared on her chin where she had bitten her Up in the excitement of the moment. He responded to the satin pressure he felt from the Ups of her wet cunt, and urged her even further toward reUef.

He withdrew his sUck cock slightly and waited until she begged him to resume the steady, hard pounding thrust he had used when they had first begun.

Then she cried out, her whole body flexing in anguished passion as her clenched fists started to pummel his back and shoulders. With a last savage thrust from Jack, both their bodies froze in an ecstatic arc of flesh as their first mutual release rocked through their bodies.

They shuddered against each other and quivered before their bodies feU back onto the sofa to renew their motion until the last possible sensation was expended.

Pat's convulsions lasted longer than his, and to aid her. Jack stayed within the silken walls of her cunt, maintaining the pressure she needed for total release.

And still it wasn't enough.

He was still hard; she was still writhing.

He withdrew for only a moment and then, once again, his cock leaped toward her cunt. He thrust into her with a will, burying his meat until nothing remained outside her creamy cunt. He raised her legs to his shoulders so that every thrust of his hips gave him the greatest penetration.

Her body responded in kind. She slithered her ass and began a grinding series of gyrations that sent her whole body to an immediate peak of desperate fulfillment.

"Yes! Oh, yes, Jack!" she cried. "I love it ... oh, God, I love it!"

"Me, too, baby. Me, too," Jack panted.

"Fuck me, Jack ... fuck me and make me come again! Make my cunt cream once more on your big, fat, beautiful prick!"

Harder and harder he sent his cock pounding into her tender cunt, until their bodies became one, hurtling towards yet another mind-blowing release. Jack was aware of every inch of his meat as it throbbed inside its tight, moist prison.

Pat worked on his prick, using her hips in all directions at once, taking all of his cock with each thrust. At last he burst forth with his flood, and her legs locked around him even tighter as the final, convulsive spasms of climax took over both their bodies at the same time. He flooded her belly with his massive spurts of hot cum as she writhed her way through a climax that left her limp and drained beneath him.

They lay side by side, silent for a long time. Then Pat spoke.

"We were meant for each other, Jack," she whispered.

He looked at her and frowned. "For this, yes. Nothing else," he grunted.

"Someday you won't be so cruel. Someday you'll need someone like me, Jack. I love you!" Pat carried no false pride or thought of what Jack Jensen thought of her There were other men, Tommy, several who came during the summer and offered her little gifts in return for her affection, but Jack was the only man she cared for and wanted with a desperate need. She knew that, for the time being, Jack felt no love for her other than the physical. But she would always carry a hope.

Jack knew this and used this knowledge to control her. Now, lying there, a cruel smile played across his lips. "That Millie Wade is quite a looker. Aren't you a little worried bringing her to Seaview to work for me?"

"No, I'm not. Millie isn't like I am. You won't get to first base with her, Jack, believe me."

"I might try, though. She is Laura Wade's daughter, isn't she?" he sneered.

"Don't let that fool you. Millie isn't like her mother!"

"That remains to be seen."

Pat raised up on one elbow and gave him an even look. "Millie doesn't even know what her mother is," she snapped.

"Come off it. You expect me to buy that?" Jack scoffed. "Even ten year old kids know Laura Wade's the easiest fuck in town!"



THREE

Tommy Peterson had been three years ahead of Millie in high school, so she didn't know him very well. She was uneasy, even thinking a little bit about Chad, when Tommy picked her up.

Tommy, however, remembered Millie very well. He also remembered the rumors about her lasting through high school as a virgin. He hoped she had taken care of that problem her first year in college.

Promptly at seven he showed up at the house, his pulse racing with excitement. Millie answered the door, and his breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. She was far more sensual and lush than she had appeared at the Seaview earlier in the day. She wore a snug dress that hugged her tits and hips, and as they moved into the living room he fell back slightly, watching her full, succulent buttocks sway in time to her long legs.

At once he felt his prick react with a surging erection.

By the time they'd settled in for dinner, the only fear he had was that she might hold out. He plied her with martinis and flattery all through dinner, and more martinis afterward.

Millie responded quickly to his charm, squeezing his hand affectionately and pressing her warm thigh to his under the table. She more than got his meaning and intent while they were dancing. So she wasn't really surprised when he pulled off the road, later, onto the beach.

He turned the motor off and cut the lights. The bugs were loud, and something splashed in the water.

"Cigarette?" he asked.

"No, thanks," she replied, turning to him. She curled her legs up on the seat between them.

He put his hand on her knee, and leaned forward and kissed her lips. Millie opened her mouth slightly. He was breathing heavily, and she realized how calm she was. He tried to move close to her, but her legs blocked him. She knew he felt awkward. He tried to nudge her legs aside, but she wouldn't budge.

He ran his fingers over her legs, then leaned forward and kissed her harder, his hand on her neck. She didn't respond. He tried to force her mouth open with his tongue, but she kept it closed. He grabbed a breast.

She twisted her lips from his. She didn't want to, really. It felt good to be held again; held but not used.

"Hey, am I coming on too strong?" Tommy finally husked.

"No, it's just that ... I'm a little up-tight, that's all," Millie replied. "It's ... it's been a long time ... "

Her head fell back against his arm. She didn't resist this time as he kissed her face with hot, demanding caresses. His mouth was open against hers. She opened her lips and touched his tongue with hers. He held her tighter as their wet mouths clung for a long moment, suspended in time.

Then she wrenched her mouth away. She hadn't meant to let his happen.

But it had already happened. Her body was aroused.

"You want it," Tommy growled. "Why don't you admit it?"

Millie took a deep breath. "You're right. I do want it." She smiled slightly at Tommy's gasp of surprise. "Now please take my dress off. It's new, and I don't want to wrinkle it."

She watched him lick his lips. She leaned forward while he unzipped the dress and helped her take it off. She folded it neatly, and put it over on the seat under the steering wheel. '

"We should get into the back seat," he said.

She smiled. "Yes, we need more room."

He leaned over her and opened the door. She stepped out, pausing just a second with her buttocks bent toward him. She laughed to herself. She peeled off her slip as he climbed out and handed it to him.

"Please fold it and put it with the dress," she said.

Tommy climbed back into the car with the slip. Millie tensed her body, then relaxed, standing with her feet apart. She felt wild, here in her heels, panties and bra. She knew she looked damn provocative. She smiled deeply as he turned to her and stared at the way her body was displayed.

"Jesus, you're beautiful," he murmured, reaching for her and squeezing her waist, rubbing his hands down over her thighs. "Best body in town."

"No shit?" she grinned. She reached up. and flicked the tip of his nose with her finger. He was breathing unsteadily and his face was already flushed.

She pressed her body hard against him and heard him gasp. She teased his mouth with her tongue. He stroked her thighs and fondled her soft buttocks through the panties.

She let him take her bra off and drop it to the ground. But then she stepped back. "Do you want me, Tommy?" she asked, the faint, mocking smile on the corners of her Ups. She had never felt more wicked or womanly. Or more sure of herself.

"Don't start teasing, baby," he growled. "I don't like those games."

"I'm hardly teasing," she said, and stood with her hands on her hips. She laughed to herself as she saw how hungrily he looked at her tits. "You like 'em, Tommy? You like my titties?"

"Beautiful ... beautiful fucking tits," he hissed, and grabbed two handfuls of the luscious melons. He squeezed, mashed, rubbed. He took the nipples in his fingers and twisted slightly, then harder. He licked his Ups and swallowed hard.

"Go ahead, Tommy. Taste 'em. Put your Ups on them and suck the hell out of 'em!" Millie cried.

Lowering his head, he put his hands on her waist and fastened his mouth on the creamy breasts. He burrowed his face between them, Ucking with his warm tongue. He kissed the nipples with sucking lips, nuzzled with his teeth. He bit slightly, bringing a cry from Millie as he ran his hands around her, resting them on her buttocks.

She mashed her tits against his Ups, moving them sensually back and forth. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled until he gasped and dug his fingers into her buttocks.

Then suddenly, as if she were changing her mind, she stepped away from him. She took her hand from his hair and pulled her breasts from his sucking lips, then removed his clasping hands from her ass cheeks.

Millie didn't really want to do what she knew she was going to do, but she couldn't help it. For some crazy reason she felt she had to revenge her affair with Chad, take it out on Tommy.

"It'll be softer in the sand," she said, "over here."

Tommy followed her, tugging wildly at his shirt. He pulled it over his head and shoulders and revealed his thickly muscled torso. A thick mat of black hair nestled in the cleft of his chest and ran down to disappear below his navel. But not for long.

He unbuttoned his tight pants and shucked them. He was now garbed only in a pair of white shorts, his shoes and socks. Quickly, he took off his shoes and socks and then the shorts.

Naked, he was a marvel of masculinity.

His prick was of an ungodly size and length, and the moment his shorts were free of his hips it bobbed like an angry spear in front of his groin.

Millie's breath caught in her throat at the sight of it, and her pussy creamed at the thought of having that monster reaming clear to her belly. But she fought to maintain control, to keep the upper hand.

"Jesus, I want you, baby," Tommy breathed, starting toward her.

"Beg me," she said.

He couldn't believe it. He stared at her; her lovely face wreathed in innocence, her lips curved in a smile.

"Get down on your knees and beg me," she repeated.

His eyes searched her face and knew she meant it. A violent anger suddenly erupted inside him. He leaped for her and they both fell to the sand.

Millie struggled with vicious strength, trying to wrench free as he tugged at her panties until they were free with a loud rip. The sight of her tender, silken thighs and delicate nest of pubic hair flooded his mind with vivid pictures of her moist, thrilling tightness, and his urgency became overwhelming. He pried at her crossed legs with his knee, forcing them to part, mounting her roughly, his labored breathing echoing in the night, punctuated by her whispered curses.

He probed brutally with the tip of his throbbing dick and suddenly found her moist outer lips. He slid in halfway, catching his breath as her tightness sent a soft thrill along the length of his cock.

Beneath him Millie gasped and stiffened. Her eyes flickered with a light he recognized. He realized it was a game ... that she'd deliberately provoked him to rape her.

"You bitch."

"I'm sorry, Tommy. I just had to do it that way. But it's all right now. Fuck me!"

She raised her legs high and locked her ankles behind his back, kissing him passionately, probing his mouth with the fiery tip of her tongue. Tommy groaned as her moist cunt clamped eagerly on him for a moment. Then she began a wild gyration that made him cry out with exquisite pain. She began swinging her hips as the rigid pressure of his dick sent violent thrills through her. A minute later, she shifted to a sharp. jerking motion, her moans passionate sobbing, her hands gripping his buttocks frantically, urging him to drive in deeper.

He surged into her tightness in an urgent tempo, more excited than he'd ever been, holding her luscious ass cheeks in his hands as she squirmed and shuddered beneath him, her cunt walls clamping in a frenzy with each jerk of her hips.

Suddenly her body arched and he felt her nails sink into the flesh of his buttocks.

"Now!" she implored. "Now, Tommy! NOW!"

An electrifying climax shuddered through his loins as he drove into her, and Millie cried out in a low scream of ecstasy, sinking her teeth into his shoulder, clamping on his cock convulsively, her buttocks wriggling wildly in his hands.

He pulled out and rocked back to his knees. "Jesus, wild fuck," he gasped.

"It's not over yet," Millie said, sitting up and leaning forward until the dripping head of his dick was near her lips. "Not by a long shot!"

He could feel the flick of her warm tongue underneath the massive prick as it fucked into her face. Now and then sharp teeth nipped the bulging mass of male meat, always on the verge of pain, and at the peak of pleasure.

It was good. His big fat prick plunging into her mouth was good and it was delicious. His cum was sweet in her throat. Her cheeks sucked in to make a vacuum and to afford yet another smooth, wet surface for his bulbous knob to brush against.

She made her mouth draw on his cock as if the flesh of her tongue were a pussy. She groaned with joy as she milked a stream of male juice from his bloated balls. His cock struck the back of her throat as her lips mashed into his curling pubic hairs.

She took all of his cock, stuffing it down her tight throat where she knew he would come directly into her belly. She took her mouth from the head of his dick for a second.

"Fuck me, dammit!" she yelled up into his contorted face. "Fuck my head ... fuck my face ... what the hell are you waiting for?"

Tommy pistoned his hips to ram his turgid cock farther into her mouth. He grabbed her head, tangling his fingers through her hair, urging her to pump faster and faster as the urge to come swelled in him like a balloon accepting too much air, about to snap, explode, and be no more.

He jammed the cock so far back into her throat he should have choked her, squirted sperm down into her stomach until she gagged.

He stroked part way out, lubricating her mouth with another splash of hot liquid, stroked deep again to fuck another wad down her throat.

He pumped and pumped for a dozen thick bursts of cum. She was gurgling and swallowing as fast as he could pour it to her. She was loving it. She could feel the heat of his cum all the way into her belly. She loved the intensity of his orgasm and somehow knew that she would quickly be able to bring him off to another one.

She was the power. She gave him a lust for cunt, for coming, for bursting loose with wads of jism that never quit. It was she who forced his mind to concentrate on her, on her sensual body, on the lush tits that rubbed his thighs as she sucked him off. She made his eyes see only her high, smooth, round ass, thrusting it into the air as she knelt between his legs and ate his cock and his cum.

"Shoot for me," she urged. "Come, come ... don't stop, Tommy! Don't think of anything at all but coming and creaming, creaming, creaming for me ... " She licked his prick, a long lovely tongue lap that made him gasp and blow a wad of sperm over her lovely face. Slimy wads spurted up over her nose, gummed her eyelashes, then ran down her rosy cheeks, dripped off her nose and over her ripe lips.

Millie licked her quick tongue around the spermy edges of her mouth, sucking up the swift gift he had given her in such glorious quantity, in such inhuman quantity.

"I want to fuck you again," she said. "No," he groaned.

"Yes," she said, flopping over onto her back, tits bouncing, spreading her fabulous legs to reveal the dripping cleft of her fatty-fleshed cunt.

His cock jerked, dribbled sperm. "Fuck," he said.

"Stuff me," Millie cooed, making her slit pulse invitingly, drawing him quickly between her legs where more strings of hot spunk splattered out of him and slimed her thighs, thick gooey cream that should not possibly be left in him after all he had given her.

"I can't," he said, his cock hard but his body trembling. "I'm wasted."

"Yes, you can," she hissed. "You can, Tommy, you can!"

"Shit," he groaned.

"Fuck your dick into me, Tommy. Hurry! Screw me again, hard!" A tremble of anticipation, of hardcore animal sexual heat washed through her and made her body twitch and writhe as it waited for the hard length of his male rod to be stuffed home.

Tommy sank his meat to the balls in her honey-coated cunt, spurting cream on the first stroke, one jetting splash of it that made him groan as the beginning of yet another heated climax shook him and carried him on and on.

Pussy juice mixed with cum and squirted from her cunt.

"Jesus, what a cunt," he said. "Yes ... my cunt is beautiful, Tommy. Fuck it ... fill it!"

He drove into the core of her. Her pussy sucked the very life from him. "Cunt, cunt, cunt!" he screamed as he pumped another load into her.

"Cock, cock, cock," she whispered.

And once again they exploded together.

Millie sighed and relaxed, finally satiated.

Well, she thought, I've had my second man, and I've got to admit, he was better than the first. I just hope it doesn't become a habit!

* * * *

Millie's first day at work went well. Tommy asked her to go out with him again that night and she declined.

"Why?' Wasn't I good enough?" he asked, with a smile.

"Quite good enough," Millie replied. "I'm just not a man ... I don't need it every night."

"Okay, so be Miss Mighty," he growled. The day moved slow. Business was light. At about five, a group of men came in and added a little liveliness to the bar. It was shortly after they left that Pat, coming out of Jack Jensen's office, said, "I'm leaving early. Got Jack's okay." She winked at Millie. "Big date. The blonde guy that was in with that bunch before."

"One of these days she's going to get burned," Tommy hissed to Millie after Pat left.

Millie just gave him a look that said, "What business is it of yours?"

Jack Jensen came out of his office at ten-to-seven. At his motion, Tommy poured him a drink. With it in his hand, Jack approached Millie, smiling.

"Well, Miss Wade, how do you like the job?"

"I like it fine, Mr. Jensen."

"Good. I like to see my help satisfied." Then, in a lower voice, added, "I'm driving back to town at seven if you'd care for a lift home."

Millie was about to say no, when she noticed the leer on Tommy's face that showed he had overheard despite Jack's lowered voice. In defiance to the look, she said, "I'd appreciate it, Mr. Jensen."

Jack drove fast, but with a sureness, and effortless ease. He talked on the way, mostly merely making conversation. When they reached the house, he walked her to the door and said goodnight, nothing more.

During the following week, he drove Millie home three times, and each time it was the same. She began to wonder if all she had heard about Jack Jensen could be true. He was certainly a perfect gentleman to her.

Pat, outwardly as friendly as usual, seethed inside. Twice, in Jack's office, she accused him.

"Make you jealous, baby?" Jack sneered. "You know damn well it does. You think I don't know what you're up to?" she blazed. "Meaning?"

"Meaning you'll never get to Millie. She isn't your kind, you bastard."

"We'll see," he chuckled.

"Shit," Pat continued, "she wouldn't even go out with you. She went out with Tommy once and when he tried to lay her she backed off and hasn't gone out with him again."

"Oh?" Jack leered. "Is that what she told you?"

"That's right," Pat said. "So you might as well take a sure thing out tonight ... me!"

"We'll see," he grinned.

Pat stormed out of the office and went right on past the bar without speaking to Millie or Tommy. She entered the supply room and was about to open her locker, when the door suddenly closed behind her. She whirled. It was Tommy.

"Have a fight with the big man?"

"Frankly, yes," Pat hissed.

Tommy walked toward her. He slipped his hand over her tits and brought his cock against her ass. "Beautiful, beautiful, baby," her murmured in her ear.

Pat softened at his touch and stood passively while he played with her tits and rolled his swelling prick against the softness of her ass.

"You didn't really mean it, did you, baby ... when you said you were cutting me off?"

She had, but she didn't now. "If we get caught," she said softly, "you'll be in trouble."

"Honey, you're worth any trouble."

She stood quietly while he slipped his hand inside her blouse. She was wearing a thin-mesh bra. He fingered the delicious nipples and buried his head in her hair as it fell around her shoulders. Holding her tits in one hand, he pulled her skirt up. She jumped slightly when he found the soft hairs around her pussy and stroked his way through them, pressing the soft material of her panties into her cunt.

Pat leaned tightly against him as he strummed her clit. He rolled his cock against her ass and reached inside the panties to get his finger in her cunt. He held her, stroking cunt and tit until he began to feel some moisture seeping along his finger.

Then Pat began to respond. She had let him feel her up before, but today her juices were flowing about his finger. He intensified the pressure and felt her legs begin to sag.

He moved his hand from her tits for a minute and put one of her hands on his cock. He enjoyed the way she fingered his prick through his pants, as though not able to believe its size.

He chuckled. "Just remember how it is when you get that instead of just my finger in you."

He deftly unhooked her bra and returned his hand to play with her tits. They seemed to leap forward at the release, even larger than before.

God, but Pat had enormous jugs, he thought.

He pressed and rolled his hand into them, thrilling at their firmness and fullness. Ripe, that's what they were, ripe melons which deserved to be eaten. He turned her slightly, keeping his hand roving about her pussy, his finger still on her clit. He slipped her blouse off, baring the fantastic tits and leaned down to kiss them. Pat held his cock more tightly in her hand, unconsciously pumping the skin back and forth.

While he sucked on a delicious nipple, he unzipped his pants and let his prick lunge out into her hand. She welcomed it and caressed around the shaft and over the huge, throbbing head.

"Hurry, before someone comes in here," she panted.

"Right, baby," Tommy agreed, and began to work his finger in her cunt more rapidly while he sucked and nibbled at her tits in heightened intensity.

With the deftness of a pro he brought her rapidly to shuddering ecstasy. As he felt her cunt quivering around his finger, he lifted his mouth from her tits and sought her waiting lips. Their tongues met in passionate play while she pumped his cock viciously.

He heard her moaning as her spasms shook through her body. He watched her exquisite pleasure as she squirmed and twisted in his arms. He began to hunch his cock in her hand.

"I need a little too, baby," he moaned.

Pat dropped to her knees and took his meat into her hot mouth. She tested his balls. They throbbed in her hand. She knew that he, too, would soon come. She could feel the boiling cauldron of cum seeking to escape.

She looked up at the ecstasy on Tommy's face and knew that he was loving the sucking she was giving his prick. She saw him put both hands on his hips and straighten his shoulders to he could look straight down at her as he sawed his giant rod in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth. Her delicate lips contrasted with the angry white of his cockshaft as it pistoned like a pile-driver between them.

Pat, lost in a frenzy of delight, was only vaguely aware of his words as he cautioned her to be careful or he would come, come right in her mouth.

She merely sucked all the harder, wanting to taste his spunk, wanting that boiling eruption to flood her mouth and fill her belly.

The thrusting hips meshed with the bobbing motion of her head now. His cock was sliding easily along the slippery trail of her tongue and into the far reaches of her throat. The cock hair on his crotch advanced and retreated, tickling her nose and chin. Even the first discomfort of such an enormous cock battering against the tender tissues of her mouth was being transformed into a curious mixture of pleasure and pain.

Soon she would have his salty cum in her belly. Come, come, her mind cried, feed me your spend, pour your juice into my mouth.

Oh Jesus, she thought, I'm coming too! I'm coming so beautifully, sweetly, like a fucking dam breaking, my juice soaking my thighs.

"Oh, shit, fuck ... OHHHHHH!" Tommy was groaning wildly. "Jesus, you're sucking me to death! I love it, baby, it's great ... fantastic! Your mouth is so beautiful ... like a soft pussy. I'm fucking a beautiful woman's mouth ... I'm fucking a head!"

The signs of his impending orgasm made Pat's blood boil. The quickening pace, his labored breathing and shouting, the growling noises coming from deep in his throat, the sudden tingling along the underside of his meat ... it was all a signal, warning her that the dam in his balls was about to spurt.

And suddenly, it did. Tommy began fighting with his own body, torn apart by the involuntary quakings of his nervous system.

Then, almost in revenge, his whole body ruptured. He erupted in violent answer to all the teasing and sucking she had done on his meat. He splashed shot after shot of hot cream in her before he finally backed off, panting and zipping up his pants.

"A real fuck tonight?" he said.

"I can't," Pat replied, straightening her clothes. "I'm going out with Jack Jensen."

* * * *

Pat was wrong. That evening, when Jack let Millie off at her house, he asked to take her out to dinner that evening.

Considering that he had driven her home so many times, and been a perfect gentleman, Millie accepted.

The doorbell rang at eight sharp.

Jack wore an open throat sport shirt and slacks. He was indeed a handsome picture framed in the doorway.

"Ready?" he grinned.

Millie nodded.

As he opened the car door for her, he said, "Do you mind if I say you are absolutely gorgeous?"

She flushed slightly with the compliment and murmured, "Thank you."

As they drove, Jack said, "Suppose we circle the beach and then drove to Northport. I know a nice restaurant there. We can have dinner and then drive back, okay?"

"Whatever you say, Mr. Jensen."

He laughed. "Suppose we forget I'm your boss for the evening? I'd much prefer it if you called me Jack."

Millie joined in his laugh. "All right, Jack."

"Much better," he grinned.

Millie, settling back in the cushions of the expensive car, let the wind whip through her hair. It was a beautiful night, warm, but not too warm.

The restaurant was a quaint little place sitting back a few hundred yards from the road, almost hidden in a grove of trees. The food was excellent. Jack ordered wine with the meal and it brought a contented lassitude to Millie.

"Like this?" Jack asked.

"It's a beautiful place," she said. "I feel stuffed. I'm almost ashamed for eating so much."

"We should do this more often," he suggested. "I've enjoyed it."

It was quite late when they left and headed back. Halfway home, Jack unexpectedly left the beach road and turned inland.

"I want to show you something."

After a couple of miles, he left the highway and headed up a side road. Millie didn't realize where they were going until she saw the house.

Jack circled the driveway and parked the car at the edge of the cliff. Across the water, the lights of the Seaview sent shimmering slivers reflecting on the ocean. Millie felt a little uncertain.

"Quite a view, isn't it?" Jack said.

"Kind of takes your breath away. We're so high," Millie replied.

Jack laughed. "Yeah, like being on top of the world. Gives you a feeling of power."

She looked at him sharply. His face held a bland grin.

He flipped open the car door. "Come on, I'll show you the house." She hesitated.

He laughed. "Come on. I'm not going to bite you."

It was like a dream house, thick carpeting, luxurious furnishings.

"Ridiculous, isn't it?" Jack said.

"I think it's beautiful," Millie cried in awe.

"Yeah, but the way my old man works at making money, he never uses it. Last year I think he spent two weeks out here all summer." He laughed sardonically. "For my money, I think this place is a hundred grand bust."

He went to a small bar and mixed two drinks. Returning to Millie at the piano, he handed her one.

"Come on, I'll show you the terrace."

She followed him as he lead the way through glass paneled doors. The terrace seemed to hang on the edge of the cliff. There was a hundred foot drop to the water below.

"Nice place to commit suicide," Jack chuckled.

Millie sipped her drink and gazed out across the water toward the lights of the Seaview. It didn't seem right that he should kid about so beautiful a place.

It was funny, but at that moment, she thought of what Tommy had said about Jack Jensen being a real catch. A woman would be lucky to have all this. She took another sip from her glass. The drink was strong and caught in her throat. She coughed slightly.

"We'd better go in. You'll be catching cold out here in the wind," Jack said.

"It's this," Millie laughed, holding up the glass. "You made it strong."

"I don't like straight ginger ale," Jack grinned.

Inside, he took her glass and, setting it aside, began pulling at his shirt. "Well, where shall we swing ... here? Or go up to the bedroom?"

The abruptness of it caught Millie totally off guard. "Swing...?" she said, aghast as his pants dropped to his ankles.

"Fuck. What the hell do you think I brought you up here for?"

FOUR

It was ten-thirty when Pat finally gave up searching for Jack Jensen. She had hit every joint on the Key that he frequented, and he was nowhere to be found.

There wasn't much doubt about it; she had been stood up.

And Pat Johnson didn't like to be stood up. Especially when she had dressed in her cute little Bo-Peep dress with the ruffles clear up to her neck to show Jack how innocent she could be, and how loving she wanted to be.

The son of a bitch, she thought, he's off dipping his dick in some pussy and I'm running around town like a fucking virgin!

She whipped into a gas station and parked.

"Use your rest room?"

"Sure," the young attendant replied, barely giving her a glance.

In the ladies John, she quickly peeled out of the sweet little dress. She started with her hair. The pins came out and the hair came down. Then she worked on her face. The lips became a red gash, the eyebrows became arched, the eyes took on a blue tint. She carefully put on false eyelashes and highlighted her cheeks with blush.

She stepped back, looked at herself in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then she started dressing. The panties were flimsy, black, and very sheer, with the material cut high on the Tup in the French style. The black bra she fastened around her large breasts was also French-cut, so that it pushed the mounds of her tits up and together, giving her a deep valley of cleavage.

Skirt and blouse were next. Then she stuffed her other clothes in the bag and went back into the main-part of the station.

"Jesus!" the young attendant gasped when he saw the transformation. Ten minutes before, a young girl had gone into the rest room, and now out came this beautiful, mature woman.

Pat, on changing clothes, had meant to re-hit the bars again. Only this time to get laid instead of look for Jack Jensen.

But coming out of the gas station John, she suddenly realized that she had an ace-in-the-hole for kicks that evening; Tommy Peterson.

"Can I use your phone?" she asked, studying the young man, somehow recognizing him.

"Sure ... sure," he replied, "it's right there on the wall."

"And the book?"

"Hanging underneath it."

Fishing in her purse for a coin, Pat crossed to the phone. She flipped through the phone directory until she found Tommy's number. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the young attendant staring at her with his mouth open and his eyes bulging.

She smiled to herself in satisfaction, and dropped a coin in the slot. As she dialed she turned her body in the young man's direction.

She leveled her gaze at him, taking in the rich head of blonde hair, the easy grace when he moved, the heavy muscle-corded arms and shoulders, and the taper of his body where it narrowed to his waist and hips. Her eyes stopped and fixed when they saw the bulge in his tight jeans.

Her staring made him nervous at first. Turning on the local high school girls and a few older women in his neighborhood had been one thing, but this chick was definitely something else.

Her eyes moved back up to meet his. He smiled, and Pat returned it, again dropping her gaze to the now more prominent swell. She deftly touched the tip of her pink tongue to her red lips, running it smoothly across them to let him know she admired what she saw.

He finally got up enough nerve to fully return her stare, and was equally delighted with what he saw. Heavy blonde hair cascaded around the whiteness of her shoulders and fell in flowing waves down her back. The thin blue filmyness of the plunging blouse barely covered the bra which in turn exposed the barest suggestion of rosy-pink nipple above its lace. A tiny waist flowed outward to a generous expanse of hip and thigh. The skirt she wore was for looks only, barely serving the purpose of covering her. The skirt was tight across her hips and ass, molding to them and revealing their lushness.

As his stare continued, Pat sensed his interest, and kept it at a peak by slouching a little to throw her cunt mound forward. In his mind the young man could see the tiny blonde curls surrounding the slit of her pussy.

The spell between them was broken when the buzzing on the other end of the line stopped and a voice said, "Hello?"

"Tommy? ... Pat. You were right, the bastard stood me up. What are you doing tonight?"

The wild laugh that came back from the other end of the line surprised Pat. "I'll be damned. I'm with Jason Hart over at my place. We both got stood up tonight, too!"

"Well then, it looks like I'll take you up on your offer of a date," Pat said.

"Can't, baby," Tommy replied. "Shit, you know how I'd like to, but Jason's a pal. I can't leave him hanging."

Pat smiled to herself. It would serve Jack right if she did what she was contemplating. "Who said you have to leave Jason hanging?"

Another chuckle from Tommy. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Why don't you try me?" Pat replied.

"Come on over!"

"I'll do just that. Be there in ten minutes!" she giggled, and replaced the receiver.

She picked up her purse and turned to find the young attendant still staring at her in awe. He smiled sheepishly, but nevertheless took all of her in with his eyes.

Pat crossed to him. "I wonder if you could tell me where forty-two Foxcroft Lane is?" she said, leaning over from the waist in front of him. The full scoop neck of her blouse fell outward so her firm, thrusting tits with their pink nipples were clearly visible to his eyes above the barely restraining bra.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he gulped. "Next street down ... take a right ... go two blocks ... another right and it's the great big house on the corner. "Thanks."

"I know you now," he said. "Oh?"

"You're Pat Johnson ... I'm Fred Pane. I was two years behind you in school."

"Sure," Pat said, again taking in his big, muscular body. "You're the big football player this year."

"Yeah ... me and my brother, Ted."

"Nice to see you again," she said, and started for the car. "Uh...."

"Yes?"

"Uh ... Uh ... uh, maybe we could go for a ride some night ... ya know, have a couple of beers?"

"Well, I don't know, Fred," she said, opening the car door. "You are still in school...."

"Yeah, I know, but...."

Pat looked into his pleading eyes and then down at the bulging wad in his jeans. It was fairly dark behind the station where she had parked.

Hell, she thought, why not?

"Fred...?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't have much time, so what I'm going to do is lean over the seat here and pull my skirt up around my waist."

"Oh, my God," the boy croaked.

"Now all you have to do is pull your dick out and pull my panties aside. Then you can screw me doggie ... okay?"

"Oh, shit!"

He unzipped and pulled his cock out. The moment

Pat saw it she decided to spend a little more time with Fred than she had intended.

"Mmmmmm, nice big cock," she sighed.

"Oh, Jesus, I hope I don't get no customers!"

"So do I, Fred. Drop your pants and let's see it all!"

The head of his prick was swollen to bursting, and it throbbed as tiny drops of fluid glistened in the slit. The shaft was thick, with pulsing blue veins that betrayed his passion.

"Beautiful meat!" Pat chirped, and thought how lucky she was. She bent down and ran her hands over the length of his rod.

"Please, can't we...?"

She silenced him by parting her lips and sliding the full length of his pulsing meat down her throat. She lifted her face off of it and repeated the action. Her lips settled into the pubic hair at the very base of his prick.

"Oh, shit," he panted

He had always dreamed about fucking the beautiful women he met; he just never actually got to do it.

He turned his head, gasping as her tongue worked on the sac containing his balls. He watched her smile at him out of the corner of his eye. Taking a chance, he slid his hand all the way up the inside of her thigh. She slid down in the car seat and spread her legs.

Fred gasped at his good fortune, at her obvious readiness, and the way she was thrusting her body so eagerly at him.

Pat yanked the top of her blouse down and her bra came with it, baring her enormous tits.

"If you want it, honey," she breathed, "take it!"

He had somehow expected that he would have to conquer her, seduce her. Instead, she made herself so available he didn't know where to touch her first-her ass, her tits, her delicious furry cunt, or all of them at once.

He dove for her tits. The purple tips stood out like daggers, pulsating, rubbing against his lips. They were huge and sweet as he sucked them between his lips, twisting and squirming as they entered his mouth.

His body shook with a tension that seemed, to her, to border on fear. She couldn't understand it. Didn't he want to fuck? She didn't know that he had never been this close to such female perfection before.

She made her tits quiver and shake for his delight. He mopped his brow and put his mouth harder over her breasts, sucking at the hot nipples. He caressed her down the length of one leg, and then up the fullness of her buttocks. She lay there with her hair falling to her shoulders, hips rotating, grinding against his greedy cock. She whimpered and brought her thighs apart to absorb the heat of his body.

"Your dick feels so good between my legs like that, just touching my pussy," she said in a groggy voice.

He interpreted her words to mean that she was afraid of his prick. It gave him new confidence and strength. He kissed her beneath her tits again and ran his tongue under her armpits. The kiss moved farther down to her navel, teasing the crest of her belly. He settled between her legs on his knees. He stared at the wide patch of downy hair over her pussy. Cupping her buttocks with both hands, he rotated her ass so that her cunt was up against his mouth.

Pat squealed in delight as he began sucking in and around her cunt. His tongue lapped up over the hump of her mound, then squeezed through the lips to find her little bud.

"Oh, Jeez, your "pussy's so juicy," he croaked. "And your thighs are so beautiful ... I love full, heavy thighs." He withdrew his tongue and licked the insides of her thighs and underneath to where her buttocks came spilling down.

"What do you want, honey? Tell me what you want!" he moaned.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Pat said, exasperated. "I want you to fuck me, dammit! Stick your dick in my cunt, for crissakes!"

The young man centered his throbbing prick at her hole and nudged it through the outer folds. And then all hell broke loose. Pat became a volcano of sex and lust. She lunged with a fury against him, sheathing all of his big cock in one gigantic thrust of her hips. Her cunt seemed to take his whole body rather than just his prick.

"Oh, God!" he screamed. "Easy ... take it easy!"

"Easy, shit!" Pat hissed, paying no attention to him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and fucked her cunt with powerful precision over his young meat. She was all over him, under, over him again. She seemed to be tearing his cock out by its roots with her pounding thrusts. He had never been fucked so completely and so frighteningly.

He came and still she went on, refusing to let him go. It felt as though his cock were being ripped away and his balls were being turned inside out. It started hurting. He begged her to wait. On and on she went, until his prick went limp inside her and still she fucked.

At last she turned him loose as she came and watched his cum and her flowing juices run down between her legs to form a huge puddle on the seat.

"Jeez, you're some kind of woman," the young man breathed.

"Thanks," Pat said, straightening her clothes. "Maybe I'll see you again some time."

As she drove away from the station, she began humming to herself.

Well, I've had the appetizer. Now for the main course!

* * * *

"Please, Jack," Millie pleaded. "Please don't spoil a nice evening!"

There was a change in his face. The grin was gone. "I aim to make it a perfect evening, Millie."

"Please...."

He caught her in his arms. All the gentleness was gone now. His lips bruised her mouth, his tongue forcing her teeth apart. Millie felt a scream rise in her throat, reaching a crescendo and then dying in a fright as she saw the look in his eyes.

She tried to break free, but his arms were like a vise. Her second scream offered a discordant note to the silence of the house.

"Why fight it, baby?" Jack growled.

Millie felt his hands moving on her body. Her dress gave way with a tearing sound. She beat at his face with her fists. He laughed cruelly and buried his head in the soft flesh of her lush breasts.

"Baby, you want to fight, you go ahead. I like my women wild."

Her dress was completely off now. She fought desperately to resist what had to come, but he was far too strong. His knee was cruel, hurting, driving at her pubic mound. He forced her back to the sofa, the weight of his big frame pinning her down. "Please, no, please, please," Millie moaned. "Tommy Peterson said you like to get raped. I guess he was right."

His words were like a slap or a glass of cold water in Millie's face. She stopped struggling for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"Tommy said he had to force you the other night, right up until he got his dick in you. Then you went wild. Damn, honey, you've got one hell of a set of tits!"

"That bastard," she hissed, and raked her nails across Jack's face.

One arm circled her waist and held her tight. A hand plunged beneath her slip and forced its way up between her thighs.

"You beautiful bitch, you'll get it now ... want it or not!" he growled.

Perspiration dotted his face and his eyes were glazed like a lusting animal. Again his hand shot upward. The thumb was extended and a sharp cry of pain erupted from Millie's throat when the thumb made jarring contact with her sensitive clit through her panties.

Now there was more pain. His other hand had started up her thighs, his nails digging the soft skin as he moved. Her slip was coming up. The hands were at her crotch.

She managed to knee him and roll from beneath his body. Her slip shredded and came off in his hands.

"You cunt," he spat at her, "I'll take you apart for that!"

He lunged toward her, trying to knock her to the floor. His hands caught the front of her bra and pulled. The material gave way. It shredded and her big tits tumbled into the light.

"Jesus ... nice jugs!"

Again she tried to elude his grasping hands. But this time he was too quick for her. His fingers gripped her naked tits and twisted. Pain exploded in Millie's body and she let out a scream.

"Please, Jack ... don't force me!"

Then he was on top of her, trying to kiss her. She could feel the hardness of his cock thumping against her thighs and her pussy, protected only by the wisp of nylon.

"Jack," she cried, "this is rape!"

"You bet your sweet fucking ass it is," he spat back at her, and ground a finger into her clenched cuntal lips, taking the material of the panties with it.

"Owwww!" Millie groaned. "All right, go ahead and get it over with. Just don't hurt me!"

"That's better," Jensen said with satisfaction and released her while he shed his clothes.

She was angry, hurt, and afraid. But she couldn't stop her pussy from trembling when she saw his long, hard cock.

She felt his hands on her waist, and then she was being lifted up and over his muscular thighs. Then he shoved his knees between her kicking legs, forcing her own trembling knees wide apart. Without pausing, he pushed her down into a kneeling position over his up-thrust prick, her widespread cunt pressing against his swollen cockhead. He held her with one arm while he used his other hand to guide the thick rubbery head of his prick up to the hair-lined meat of her cunt.

She was wet. She could feel it, feel .the juices seeping from between her cunt lips and trickling from the ends of her pubic hairs. The head of his massive cock was big, too big. Her body shuddered and she closed her eyes and futilely used her fists to pound at his chest and shoulders.

The first pressure of his cockhead shocked her into stillness. He had managed to part the elastic opening and spread her pussy lips.

"Oh, Jesus, it hurts ... it hurts a lot! Please!" she wailed.

"That's because you won't relax, dammit. Relax and take it! I know you want it!"

He kept the tip of his prick in place, just parting the soft cuntal lips, as he used his hands on her naked ass cheeks. Millie held her breath, forcing her tits against his face as his hands started pushing down on her hips.

Down, down, he forced her pussy until the head was there and the shaft was soaked from her flowing juices. Then, with a loud groan, he thrust upward with his hips.

"OH, MYYYYY GOOOOODDDD!" she screamed as the thick, rubbery tip of his cock slipped through her tautly stretched lips and lodged somewhere in her cunt. The tightly resilient passage stretched until she thought her thighs must be splitting apart. "Oh, Jesus, it's too tight!"

"I know!" Jensen gasped. "It's so fucking tight it hurts!"

"Then stop!" she cried.

"No way," he growled. "I've been wanting some of this for weeks. Now I'm going to get it even if my dick breaks off!"

He lunged a second time, and ground his hips back and forth mercilessly. His breath came in heaving gasps as he tried to force her resisting cunt down over the hard spear of his cock.

"Dammit, stop!" she cried.

"You bitch, I'm gonna fuck you!"

"It hurts!"

"It won't hurt for long, if you'll just goddamn relax!"

His arm muscles bulged with the strain and beads of perspiration popped out on his forehead. He forgot about moving himself as he used pure brute strength to force her struggling, voluptuous body down, inch by impaling inch, over his pulsing cock.

"Oh, Jesus ... please!" Millie wailed, her voice choked with pain. "Ohhhhh, all right ... all right."

"All right ... what?" he gasped.

"I'll let you. I'll let you fuck me ... but isn't there an easier way?"

"Yeah ... yeah, sure there is," Jack said, relaxing a little. "If you lay underneath me with your legs spread real wide ... it's easier for you to relax."

"I know," she replied.

"Alright then, let's do it!"

He rolled her over and settled his body between her thighs. Her big tits rose majestically up to his face, barely sagging, even as large and heavy as they were. But it wasn't her breasts he was interested in at the moment.

He stared down at her pussy, stretched as wide as possible, his thick prick slowly disappearing up into the opening of her cunt. Then his face contorted in a mask of raw lust and sadistic pleasure, and he could wait no longer.

"Now take it, baby! Take every fucking inch of it!"

He jammed forward with every ounce of strength in his muscular body. At the same time, he grasped her squirming buttocks and roughly pulled her upward to meet him.

Down, down into her tortured pussy sank his dick. He paused, pulled back slightly, and thrust again, burying his long thick shaft all the way to the hilt up inside her hot cunt.

There was no stopping him now as his long hard cock filled her flat belly, his heavy balls pressing against her naked anal crevice.

Suddenly, Millie screamed at the top of her voice, jerking her head back and forth, and making her tits slap together over her heaving chest.

"Take it easy," Jack said. "Just relax!"

But she couldn't relax. She was sure he had ruptured her, split her clear in half.

Mercifully, he didn't move. His giant cock was completely embedded in her, but he was smart enough to lie still until she adjusted to it. He dipped his head to her tits and lovingly licked and toyed with her nipples. He sucked the soft mounds up into his mouth, seeking to rekindle the passion that had made her cunt start to boil with juices in the first place.

Millie knew if she relaxed the pain would go away. But if that happened she also knew that she would start enjoying his cock, and she didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

She concentrated on the feeling of agony in her cunt.

As her tight cuntal flesh continued to squeeze his big dick, his breathing became hoarse and raspy. The cum in his balls returned to the boiling point of desire. He moved.

Millie bit her hp until her teeth brought blood when he slowly pulled his cock shaft outward. He paused when only the bulging tip was still buried in her cuntal sheath.

"You ready?" he panted.

She only nodded. What more could he do now? She closed her eyes and let a feeling akin to sleep fold over her body. She lay unmoving, as if she were a corpse.

Jack slammed his thick cock deep inside her quivering belly once more. He held her down, his fingernails pressing into her fleshy ass cheeks, wedging her between his rampaging prick and his hands.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he moved his lips down to her shivering tits again and clamped his wet mouth over one of her turgid nipples. Then he began a steady fucking rhythm in and out of her cunt.

She groaned. If for no other reason than to let herself know that she was still alive. Now the pain was beginning to fade as his movements widened her resisting passage with each stroke and her lubricant began to flow from her pussy. Her spread position made her legs ache, but even that was beginning to fade under the commanding presence of his hotly throbbing prick.

And then there was no more pain, and Millie felt her lust and passion start to rise. She couldn't stop it.

Gradually, in spite of herself, her trembling body began to experience incredible pleasure. Flames of excitement were coursing through her veins. There was now a delightful fullness up inside her belly. Her juices began flowing copiously, lubricating her widely stretched cuntal flesh.

Her pussy was responding, reacting to the muscular shaft that now moved easily in and out between her spread thighs. She knew that her body had given up the fight. Instead of working against his cock, her dilated cunt was working with it.

She stared down at the hard rod wetly skewering up into her hole, and it was the most exciting thing she had ever seen.

She watched breathlessly as the incredibly long shaft parted her cuntal curls time and time again.

She dropped her knees open even farther. The movement opened her cunt for his ramming cock. Her body seemed to know what to do instinctively. It reacted.

Of their own volition, her hips began twisting over his meat and she began moaning as she lifted her weight up on her spine, experimenting with up-and-down movements until she had established a steady rhythmic bouncing that caused his rigid shaft to rub across her sensitive clitoris.

It felt good, so incredibly, mind-blowing good! "You prick ... you dirty son of a bitch."

"What?" he panted.

"Is that the hardest you can fuck? POUND ME!"

"Well, I'll be damned."

"C'mon! FUCK!"

"Oh, I'll fuck you, you bitch," he hissed, pulling his cock from her cunt and flipping her over.

He rammed his dick at her ass-hole, and again the pain returned. But this time she didn't scream. Instead, she sighed.

"Are you in yet?"

"You cunt."

She felt his cock get harder and hotter. Then it was raking across her fleshy buttocks like a poker. He leaned forward, watching her face. He touched the hard knob of his prick against her ass-hole.

She winced.

"Nice," he laughed. "I love to watch your expression while I'm pouring my meat to you. No wonder people put mirrors around their beds."

He pushed harder and she could feel the insistent prick drive aside the muscles of her anus and began to enter her body. She felt the thing push on until his thighs were against the backs of her legs and his crotch was heavy on her ass cheeks.

"There! There it is, baby!" he gasped.

"What?"

"My cock."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. How is it?" he breathed. "Not so hot," she threw over her shoulder. Then she stared directly into his eyes. "Come on, put the rest of it in."

"It's all in, goddamn you!" he snarled. "Sorry, but I can hardly feel it," she said. "YOU CUNT!"

Her strategy had been to tease him into impotency, but he only became more enraged and more aggressive. He began to pound his hips harder against her and the slapping of their flesh filled the room.

He was grunting with every lunge, and before long the final swelling of his massive prick filled her ass. Millie could feel her organs being shoved to and fro as he whipped her with his cock.

"I'M COMING!" he yelled.

"I'm not," she replied, but she was lying. She had been made incredibly hot by his treatment and it was all she could do to keep from reaching back to fondle his balls and increase the load of cum he would soon shoot into her ass-hole.

To hell with him, she thought, and concentrated on her own body.

Soon she felt his surge and a warmth filled her belly. She could feel her orgasm being washed with a powerful force. And then the gooey substance was running down the insides of her thighs.

Then the pain returned.

Her belly was tearing itself apart as she tried to finish the fuck and get his ripping, tearing hunk of cock out of her burning ass-hole.

Then it just became too much for her body and her brain to take.

With a gigantic sigh, she collapsed.

"Now you know you've been fucked, you cunt," Jack said as his cock softened and slowly slipped from her bruised ass-hole. "Shit, the next time I think I'll go for your Momma. From what I hear she's a ten times better fuck than you'll ever be."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hell, Millie," Jack said, roaring with laughter, "don't tell me you don't know that your old lady is the hottest whore in town!"

FIVE

When Pat got to Tommy's apartment, both he and Jason Hart were sitting in the semi-darkened living room watching a fuck film. They were both naked, with towels wrapped around their middles. Pat was pleased to note that they already had hard dicks under the towels.

She accepted a glass of wine and sat on the floor between them. This, she thought, would serve Jack Jensen right. She almost wished he were there to watch, the bastard.

On the screen, an older woman was laying a young naked girl out on a table. The girl offered no resistance and lay quietly down while the woman spread-eagled her legs until the thin lips of her down-covered cunt mount parted slightly, exposing the sweet pinkness of the young inner pussy flesh.

"Just start?" Pat asked, sipping her wine.

"Yeah," Jason replied from her left. "Wait until you get a load of the dude that porks her!"

Some curtains parted and a huge young man stepped through them. A red cloak entire covered his body, leaving only his handsome blonde head exposed.

The woman began pouring oil all over the young girl's body under the watchful eye of the boy. She then carefully kneaded the oil into the girl's pores until it gave a sheen to her body. As the lights danced on her, she seemed to radiate some strange glow that lifted her away from the woman's expert hands. As the hands squeezed and stroked her breasts or slid upward on the inside of her thighs, her body would respond and writhe in eager anticipation. Her back would arch as if it were a bent bow being stretched taut.

Finished with the girl, the woman moved the short distance to the boy. Her body slid to the floor. Resting on her knees in front of him, she parted the robe and her head and shoulders disappeared underneath. It was easy for the onlookers to imagine what she was doing from the rapt expression on the young man's face. The girl watched his face with its look of complete delight, and responded herself with a series of writhing responses.

At last the woman reappeared from beneath the cloak. A tiny stream of saliva was dripping down her chin to mix with the even smaller flecks of sperm that appeared on her red lips. Then the woman disappeared through the curtains and the boy moved to the table.

Tommy leaned close to Pat's ear. "What happened to old Jack?"

"Business, I guess," Pat shrugged, feeling her pussy juice as her concentration returned to the screen.

The boy was now standing directly between the young girl's widespread legs. His face broke into what could only be termed a leer of pure evil as he looked down at her partially opened gash.

The girl's face seemed to reflect his obvious lust, and she returned the smile, flicking the red tip of her tongue out and moistening the already gleaming lips.

He lowered himself to his knees before her. Even in that position he had to bend his head and shoulders lower before he could kiss the soft, sweating insides of the girl's quivering legs. He seemed expert at what he was doing, because the girl squirmed harder than ever, trying to force her hips and dark cunt mound closer to meet his advancing lips. Already a clear, wet liquid had begun to appear on the hair between her parted cunt lips. It shone and glistened provocatively in the light.

At last the young man's tongue found her open slit, and little gasps of approval came from her throat. Her thighs engulfed and seemed to swallow the giant head as she contorted her body in spasms of desire.

When it seemed as if she would burst, the giant lad stopped his cunt-lapping and stood to his full, towering height above her. A savage animal-like groan started deep inside his chest and rose to his throat. When it reached a resonant crescendo that sent chills of expectation through the onlookers, he shrugged his shoulders, throwing the cloak that had covered him onto the floor.

Pat gasped when she saw him naked. She could hardly believe what she saw. His giant body, like the girl's had been rubbed with oil until every muscle shone clearly in the light. He was completely naked, and even more imposing than when he had been clothed. But aside from the corded arms, the legs like rippling steel posts and the narrow hips, all Pat's attention was riveted on just one thing.

The boy, when completely hard, had the most incredible cock she had ever seen.

"Jesus, would you look at that meat!" she exclaimed.

"How'd you like to have that dong rubbing across your clit?" Jason chuckled, pulling one of Pat's hands into his lap under the towel. She found his dick and squeezed. Jason was hung like a horse himself.

The boy's cock, its inflamed head throbbing wildly, stood free and clear from his body, making him appear as a virtual human stallion.

The young girl strained until she could look down the length of her body and see what was in store for her. She gasped and seemed to shrink back, as if to hide somewhere on the flat expanse of the table. If her fear was only feigned, as it must have been, Pat thought, there was probably some degree of truth in it. Any woman would blanch at the thought of having that giant whang rammed clear up inside her cunt, no matter how many times it had already happened.

The boy growled again, louder than before. He slid one of his strong hands under the girl's butt and raised her hips to meet the flaming, bobbing tip of his massive dick. With the other hand he manipulated his rod to meet her straining pussy.

Her throat wouldn't make words; her head rolled from side to side in a negative motion, as if by sheer will she could halt the inevitable.

Tommy's body broke out in a cold sweat as he watched. He sensed rather than heard the hushed breathing of anticipation of Pat and Jason beside him. Without taking his eye from the scene, he slid his hand underneath Pat's ass until his probing fingers found her soaking slit. Carefully, he jammed two, then three, then four of his fingers up into her gooey cunt hole. Pat wriggled her hips around on the rug until fully half of his hand was inside her pussy, and he could manipulate his fingers to add flavor to what she was watching. She never uttered a word and, like him, didn't take her eyes from the screen as she reached over and began stroking his staff, bringing it to a full hard-on.

Bit by bit, the giant's hips began their gyration until the massive cocktip was buried in the folds of his young lover's quivering pussy. Once this was done, he placed both his hands under her hips and steadied her body.

Again the growl came from his throat, louder and fiercer than the two previous times. The muscles in his legs and butt corded; his already towering body rose higher as he raised himself to his toes. Perspiration ran freely from all his pores as he mounted all his strength into his hips, and then he drove them forward, pulling her body to him as he moved.

The young girl, her sweet face contorted now into a mask of pain, screamed. She bit her lips until blood could be seen running across her chin to form a thin line of red on her neck.

He paused, his huge dick buried deeply inside her tiny hole. He seemed to be waiting to somehow regain the strength he had spent in that first vicious thrust. Slowly he began fucking back and forth, then in and out.

The girl's screams continued for a while as his cock tore her nearly in two. Then, as the giant continued fucking her, her screams settled into sighs. Her own corded muscles slowly relaxed, then became taut in a different way. Her body began responding to the colossal rod inside her. Her face and eyes took on a look of sheer wonder and rapture.

Now the fever in the boy's body began to rise as he felt her cunt juices start to flow outward from her crack around his assaulting tool. His thrusting hips assumed a driving, pounding rhythm matched by hers. His thrusts became longer and harder, until it seemed that he would have to be splitting the girl completely in half as he drove his full length again and again into her dainty slit.

Instead of pain, her face became a mask of pleasure. Her head hung over the table as if she didn't care anymore. The whole center of her being was focused on her pussy, where she was being rhythmically impaled again and again, deeper and deeper.

Suddenly her hips ground upward against him in a savage thrust of her own. She was coming and he could feel it as her cunt lips contracted, sending spasms of pleasure up and down the huge length of his driving shaft. Her own cunt juices started spurting around the edges of his cock and sliding down the inside of his thighs.

The sudden joy in her face, the tightness of her clasping cunt lips around his stiff cock, and the sudden heat of her juices rolling down his thighs drove him berserk. She grunted out the last of her juices against his matted pelvis, her body still jerking spasmodically up against him.

He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him.

Her knees were pushed back tightly over her shoulders against the table's padding on either side of her head. The widespread split between her legs was now completely open to the young man's ravishing hard-on.

He withdrew until just the flaming red tip of his cock still rested in her hole. Then, with a growl that began deep inside his throat, he rammed his hips forward, plunging his monstrous prick completely to the hilt inside her cunt.

Again the girl screamed as she felt the insides of her belly invaded with such power. The full throbbing length of the pulsating cock sunk cruelly into her helpless, exposed cunt. He could hear the wet, flat smack as his belly thudded against her crotch. His body dropped down heavily on hers, mashing her small, ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked his saliva-covered mouth over hers, thrusting his dripping tongue deep into her throat, stifling the low animal grunts forming there.

His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that helpless position as he fucked her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the padding and the young cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the white rounded cheeks apart.

He began long, hard strokes into the streaming hole that was now wet and slippery from her climax, withdrawing the cockhead until just the tip was trapped inside the clammy opening, and then thrusting forward hard with his hips until his balls were screwed tightly against the widely split crack of her buttocks.

"Fuck this shit!" Pat exclaimed, clawing at her clothes until she was naked. "I want some cock!"

When she was completely nude, she got on her elbows and knees and tugged at Jason's towel until she had it off. Then she dropped her head into his lap and started stroking his balls and cock with her hot, saliva-coated tongue. She licked it, sucked it, and teased it with her teeth. She pumped it with strong contractions of her throat once her sensuous lips had molded themselves around its thickness.

Jason sighed in total bliss as he watched his thick, rigid meat fill Pat's lovely face. He raised his hips giving her more, as he felt the hard knob of his staff slide back and forth in her throat. His legs quivered and jerked as his groin throbbed fiercely with an intense desire to fill her head with his meat and her belly with the hot load that was searing his bouncing testicles.

Beside her, Tommy could see Pat's naked ass high in the air, waving, inviting him as Jason's cock filled her face and split her hungry lips.

"Hey, don't you guys wanna watch the rest of the film?" Tommy asked.

"Fuck the rest of the film!" Pat mumbled around Jason's enormous dick. "I want the real thing!"

"Suck ... ohhh, Jeez, yeah, it's so goddam good, Pat, honey. Suck on it, baby!" Jason crooned. "Cunt my cock with your cock-suckin' mouth!" He shouted like a man gone mad. Thrusting upwards with his hips, he shoved the full length of his pounding dick into her greedy, eager face.

The jolt of his thick, hard prick plummeting into her mouth made Pat forget all about Tommy. Her throat tasted the bittersweet pungency of Jason's seeping sperm as her head started bobbing wildly over the bluntness of his meat.

Jason groaned loudly as he felt her tongue work expertly around the ridge of his prickhead in faster and faster swirls. His fingers convulsed tightly in her hair while the hot tip of her tongue applied little shocks to his body through the tip of his cock.

Tommy watched with fascination. He moved like a robot up over her hips to her naked ass, where it rose high in the air. He rested his knees on the floor and reached forward until he found Pat's full, flesh ass cheeks. Then he probed with his hands and fingers until he felt the wetness in the furrow between them. They quivered at the touch of his fingers. He explored further with his fingertips until he struck her ass-hole.

"Yes!" Pat gurgled around the loud sucking sounds as she continued to burrow her face into Jason's hairy crotch.

Tommy positioned a finger and shoved. It sank to the second knuckle in her rear channel. He heard her gasp around the thick cock in her mouth.

As he made little circles in her rectum with his finger, Pat's ass started revolving in the opposite direction. Then he lifted his body until he was on his knees behind her and his hips were directly in line with the flowing line of her ass. With one hand he guided his rigid cock to her ass-hole and then removed his finger.

Pat reached behind her with her own hands and carefully spread the cheeks of her butt. Tommy could feel the pressure of her elastic opening nudging his prickhead. With a flick of his hips, he rammed forward. Pushing with all his strength, he finally felt the mouth of her ass-hole yield to his advance.

At the exact time of Tommy's entrance into her anus, Pat felt Jason's hand on the back of her head. He pulled her tight against his crotch and simultaneously snapped his hips forward. The bulbous, swollen tip of his heated prick shoved far back up into her throat.

"Take it! Take my dick up your ass, Pat! Spread for me, baby!" Tommy shouted, driving another two inches of his meat into her ass-hole.

She closed her eyes and clamped her mouth harder over Jason's cock, the sudden pain in her butt making her groan in pain.

Tommy, thinking she was groaning for more of his meat, stepped up the pace of his jabs into her back hole. He rammed his full length home, fast and furious, as she sucked Jason's dick with all her effort in order to accommodate him in her throat and not choke.

The cock in her ass-hole was like a hot knife now as Tommy gasped and cried out, shoving the full length of his meat up her rear. It was tight, stretching and ripping his foreskin as he ground into her, but the pleasure of fucking Pat in the butt was so much more pleasure than pain that he didn't even pause in his thrusts.

As he continued to fuck, his eyes came back to the reality of the situation. He defined the images of their three joined bodies in the dim room. He could see Jason's thick cock disappearing and reappearing between Pat's wide-open lips as her long blonde hair tossed from side to side, brushing over his groin and belly. Her firm, bouncing tits danced and swayed like two huge melons beneath her as she squirmed to give and receive the pleasure of cock from her two wondrously endowed lovers.

Tommy's prick ached in her rectum but it got better and better as his rhythm started to match the other two. Faster and faster the two cocks pumped and fucked into her.

Both men could tell that Pat was really loving what they were doing to her. She became a moaning, writhing heap as they relentlessly ground their cocks into her front and her back at the same time.

She bucked and rammed her ass backward against Tommy. He paused for a moment, straightening up on his knees to look down at the firm joint of their bodies. The heavy head of his prick had disappeared entirely, swallowed up between the honey-like globes of Pat's ass in a hole that he was sure must be stretched to the breaking point.

"Oh, shit, it's good. It's so fucking good!" Pat cried, lifting her face from Jason's throbbing meat. "It feels like your cocks are meeting right in the middle of my body. Are you all the way inside my butt hole, Tommy, honey? Is that all of it lover? Give it to me! Give me all your beautiful cock in my ass-hole!"

As an answer, Tommy rammed himself forward again, impaling her luscious ass on the very root of his huge hunk of meat. Pat started to scream but Jason muffled it with a lunge of his hips that again sent his prick far down her lusting, willing throat.

As Tommy increased the pace of his strokes, her ass began furiously meeting his hips, its muscles tightening and loosening around his cock to give him complete satisfaction.

Faster and faster, the young man probed her butt, his need and desire heightened by the sight of her head bobbing wildly on Jason's rigid tool.

Her hair flew, bouncing around her shoulders and cascading over Jason's stomach. Saliva dribbled from her mouth and trickled onto her chin as she sucked. The snowy globes of her tits were trembling and rippling, swinging to and fro as they slapped each other with fleshy noises.

"Now!" Pat shouted, throwing her head backward off Jason's prick. "Scoot down and stick it up my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me in both of my fuck holes at the same time! Fuck me, you bastards ... FUCK ME!"

She clawed at Jason's head and shoulders until he slid down on the floor. He flipped his legs until he could wrap them around her hips and Tommy's ass. Then he lifted his hips and plunged upward with his cock. In one swift stroke, it was buried ball-deep in Pat's pussy and moving in time with Tommy's cock in her ass-hole.

Pat's body froze in mid-motion as she felt herself being impaled in both her steaming holes at the same time. Scream after scream of inflamed sexual lust erupted from her choked throat.

With his own cock, Tommy could feel the surging power of Jason's through the thin membrane between her ass-hole and her cunt. He stroked even harder to bring her off, as he and Jason were aiding in bringing each other off inside her writhing body.

Within a matter of seconds, Pat's body started to come. Her skin seemed to roll in tiny rippling waves as both her cunt and her ass-hole contracted in wild spasms of sexual relief.

"Yes! YESSSSS!" she screamed. "Hurt me that way! Ream my holes! Pound your wonderful cocks into me! Split my whole fucking body apart with your hard, beautiful COCKS!"

Neither of the young men could contain themselves under the pressure of her massaging, muscular spasms. They both hunched her high into the air as their dicks spurted stream after stream of hot juice, their fiery liquid rocketing into Pat's writhing body.

Her cunt and butt filled quickly and cum oozed out of her twin slits to roll in rivulets back down the stalks of her two lovers' still straining, still pumping, still hole-fucking cocks.

Jason felt a gush of warm juice ooze down Pat's thighs and onto his own and he knew that she, too, had reached the end of the upward climb to relief from her sexual torment.

Tommy felt her ass-hole contract and tighten even more the vise-like grip on his emptying cock. Her holes worked wildly, milking their cocks of every last drop of cum as she gyrated through her orgasm.

Then, slowly, they rolled away from each other, smiling and sighing in satisfaction. For a long time they lay quiet, touching and stroking her body with their arms, their hands, and their flaccid cocks.

Then Pat took each of their pricks into her mouth and lovingly cleaned them of her cum and theirs. Then she looked up into their eyes.

"Now," she said with a sigh, "Let's rewind that fuck film and see the ending. By then I'm willing to bet that both of your can get it up again!"

* * * *

Millie meant to shower and get the smell of sex from her body before going to bed, but fatigue hit her the second she got to her room.

Still fully clothed in her bra, panties and dress, she fell across the bed and drifted off to sleep. It must have been an hour, perhaps two hours later, when she was awakened by a loud scream.

The scream had been from a female voice, and it was followed by the agonizing wail of a male voice at the height of sexual bliss.

It ached in her ears, making her head swim.

She moved out into the hall and toward her mother's room, where the door stood open.

Directly in front of her, on the bed, her mother was screwing Judge Jensen. He had pinned Laura's legs up over her shoulders so that her cunt and ass were nearly straight up in the air under his ramming cock.

Millie could see every twitch, every movement of the Judge's big dick and Laura's furry pussy as the cock penetrated, withdrew, and was shoved home again. She could see the skin being drawn back and forth on the glistening shaft. She could also see the inner walls of her mother's tight cunt being pulled outward and responding to his thick meat.

She wanted to scream at them and run. But the sight fascinated her.

She could hear the slurping sounds as Laura's cunt accepted again and again the pounding drive of the Judge's rigid prick. Her eyes narrowed on the ridges of skin and the wet lips of her mother's pussy as they elastically sucked in and then stretched out to mold around the plunging shaft.

"Oh, shit ... oh, shit, Judge honey, you fuck good!" Laura squealed.

"Move your ass. Grind it, baby! Twist your fuckin' ass and do things to my cock!"

Millie felt strange. The sight of seeing a cock driving in and out of a cunt fascinated her. When Laura came, the gushes of pussy juice that flooded the man's cock, his pubic hair and the insides of both their thighs, drove Millie into a frenzy.

But she found herself looking not at the Judge's meat, but at Laura's cunt. Millie had a sudden desire to walk into the room and touch her mother's juicing pussy. She suddenly had an overwhelming desire to suck her own mother's cunt.

And that frightened her. But it still didn't drive her away.

Her eyes drifted up and down Laura's body. Her mother's tits were ample but barely half the size of her own. However, they were unique in that almost all of the tit was aureole and nipple. The more she heard the gushing noises of cock going in and out of cunt and the more she looked at the firm, jiggling, thrusting breasts, the more she wanted to put her mouth over them and suck.

"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me! FUCK ME!" Laura growled, her chest heaving, her arms wide, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her.

The Judge lowered his head and sucked her right tit into his mouth as if he had read Millie's thoughts.

Laura's response was immediate. "Yes! Oh, God, yes! Suck 'em! Suck my tits! Oh, lover, suck my fucking tits and fuck my fucking cunt!"

Millie found herself wishing that it was her mouth on her mother's luscious breasts. The desire was almost overpowering, and she became more frightened than ever of her feelings.

But still she watched, clear through to completion, right up to the time Judge Jensen laughingly gave her mother a little 'gift' of a hundred dollars.

That was when Millie went back to her own room.

So it was true; Laura was no better than a whore. But maybe she was smarter than Millie, after all; at least she got something for it. Millie had fucked the son and got nothing but a bruised pussy. Laura fucked the father and got good satisfaction and a hundred dollars.

When she heard the Judge leave, Millie went into her mother's room.

She snapped on the light, and the picture before her eyes brought Jack Jensen's words alive. An evening gown lay tossed carelessly across a chair. High heels, nylons, and undergarments lay in a heap on the floor. Laura lay half uncovered, sleeping. The huge, outthrust tits heaved with her breathing. Lying there, she was the epitome of what Jack Jensen had called her.

Millie stared at her, this stranger who was her mother.

Laura stirred and opened her eyes. "Millie, what's the matter, honey?"

Millie wordlessly let her hands drop to the buttons of her dress. Pulling the garment aside, she revealed her naked tits, the ugly bruises left by Jack's hands.

Laura sat up, startled. "God, what happened to you, baby?"

"Jack Jensen raped me. Took me because he thought I was like you."

Laura rose and came to her daughter. "Oh, baby, why? The bastard, why?"

Millie's response was full of bitterness. Suddenly, it was all her mother's fault. "Because he thought I was easy, like you! Everyone thinks that!" she cried.

"Baby, that isn't fair," Laura whined. "You can't blame me."

"No, I can't. I can't go to the police, either, and do you want to know why? Jack told me. He told me what a laugh it would be. Can't you imagine me accusing Jack Jensen of raping me, me the daughter of the town whore?" Millie snapped the words at Laura, viciously, cruelly.

"That bastard! That young punk bastard!" Laura mouthed. "He'll pay for it, he'll pay plenty!"

"It's over now, Laura. There isn't anything more. It's over," Millie said in a resigned voice. She was tired, sick.

"I have friends," Laura countered.

Millie laughed bitterly. "Like Judge Jensen?"

Tears welled in Laura's eyes. "I'm sorry, honey," she mumbled. "I just am sorry."

Millie could almost feel a sense of pity for her mother. It had happened to her, but in a sense her mother was now carrying the hurt. She collected her thoughts and said, "You can do one thing. I need some money. I want to leave here. I never want to see it again."

"But college?" Laura protested.

"That's over. I'll go to Miami. I can get a job. Please, Laura, let me do this my way."

"Miami is a big city, Millie. You ... " she stopped as if searching for the words.

"A woman doesn't have to make money the way you do, Laura," Millie shot at her. "I'll find a respectable job."

"Millie, we've never been close. You don't understand. Please, don't hate me," Laura pleaded.

"Hate? No, I don't hate you. I feel sorry for you, mother," Millie replied. It was perhaps the first time she had called Laura mother in years.

Laura gave her a hundred dollars, and suddenly Millie erupted in laughter.

It was the same hundred dollars she had just fucked the Judge for.

SIX

Millie got a job in a large secretarial pool that serviced a huge complex of attorneys. Her boss was a delightful woman in her mid-thirties, named Susan Duncan. For some perverse reason, Millie listed her last name as Collins instead of Wade. Collins was her grandmother's maiden name.

For a month Millie lived in a hotel. When Susan heard that she was looking for an apartment, the older woman insisted that Millie move in with her.

"But you don't even know me," Millie protested at the woman's kindness.

"So what's to know? You need a place to live. I can use the extra dough we'll save. We don't hit it off, we'll find out soon enough, right?"

Millie laughed. Susan talked so rapidly, so sure of herself. She wondered what it would be like to have the woman's total self assurance. "I'd like to live with you, Susan. I think we can get along fine. And thanks."

"Good! Let's grab a cab and go get your stuff!"

As the days went on, the tension that had held Millie since her arrival in Miami gradually broke under Susan's spell.

The woman had a zest for living. Some of the things she said had a callousness, but under it all she was, in a way, pushing aside Millie's fears and the possibility of homesickness.

"Look, kid, it's none of my business what kind of trouble you had back home, so I'm not going to ask. But in Miami you're going to find things a lot different. Here, nobody gives a damn about the next day." Then she started to chuckle. "If I may be so bold, I think what you really need is a good fuck!"

Millie didn't share the laughter. "I've had a good fuck, Susan, and it turned out that all I got was screwed."

"Maybe that's what's wrong," Susan said. "Look, honey, you can't take men seriously. You ought to take them, and fucking, for what they are ... a pleasant pastime until something better comes along!"

"I'm not interested in going out with men," Millie said quietly.

Susan laughed sharply. "That's exactly why I just told you what I did. When I came to Miami I felt the same way. The whole damn world was rotten. Forget it, honey, you can't crawl into a hole and pull the lid on over you. It won't work." She lit a cigarette and laughed again. "Yeah, the world owes us a living. That's what the fine print says anyway. Suppose we hit the sack. It's damn near two o'clock!"

In bed, Millie lay a long time, thinking, waiting for sleep. She struggled in her mind over the things Susan had said and wondered if the woman was right.

In the week following that discussion, Millie thought more and more about the shell she hid herself in. Turning down the persistent offers for dates became increasingly harder. Books and movie magazines were a poor substitute for fun. On several occasions, Susan tried to talk her into going out on double dates, to no avail. Susan simply shrugged. She knew the girl would come around in her own good time. It was a battle Millie had to fight out herself.

But every time she felt on the brink of breaking through the barrier, the night with Jack Jensen would come alive and with it the terror and fright.

* * * *

It took Laura Wade weeks to plan some kind of revenge for both herself and Millie. As the plan formed, Millie was forgotten. The rape lost its significance in a sudden seething urgency, a selfish plan that was for Laura Wade and no one else.

She had done some inquiring around Sea view and found out from several of the women working there that they kept their jobs because they fucked Jack Jensen.

That, Laura knew, was against the law, and being raped to keep your job was really against the law. And if Jack didn't fear the law enough to knuckle under to Laura's demands, she knew he feared his father, the Judge. It might be okay for the old man to go around town screwing everyone, but he kept it out of his business. And he expected his son to do the same.

One phone call and Jack Jensen's nervous voice told her she was right. She agreed to meet him that evening at his father's summer place; the same house where he had raped Millie.

Laura discreetly parked her car out of sight under some trees. Jack pulled into the drive about twenty minutes behind her.

"At least you had sense enough to get your car out of sight," he growled when she climbed from behind the wheel and approached.

She stopped short and laughed. "Discretion, Jack, is one of my virtues. Let's say I want to keep this meeting a twosome."

Jack stared at her, his eyes moving from her laughing mouth to her huge tits, tight under the blouse she wore, and then following downward to the sweet curve of womanly thigh accentuated by the form fit of her skirt.

"Shall we?" she said, pointing toward the house.

Inside, she laughed again shrilly. It grated on Jack's nerves. "So this is the scene. This is where you proved what a bastard you are." The laugh was only on her mouth. Laura's eyes were deadly cold.

"Just what the hell do you want?"

"Perhaps a little of the hell you gave Millie," she said quietly.

She sank down on the divan, curling a leg under her and letting the other rest long and slim, stretched, forcing an appeal. Laura Wade was an expert on men, knew how to hold a man's attention. This was true now. Even though disturbed, Jack was having a time pulling his eyes from the curve of her leg, voluptuous thigh and rounded ass.

"All right, what?" he grunted. He wished to hell she wouldn't keep shifting the leg, teasing him.

"Millie left for Miami. We won't go in to why," Laura said evenly. "My place is too big for one. I'm thinking of selling it, taking an apartment downtown. For the summer, I think it would be rather nice, and shall we say convenient, for me to move into one of The Seaview's cabanas along the beach. Do you follow me?"

"Blackmail?" Jack charged angrily.

Laura laughed. "Oh, Jack, that's such an ugly word. Suppose we call it a gratuity."

He stared at her. "What the hell kind of woman are you? You don't even give a damn about your daughter, do you?"

"Millie is a grown woman. I learned to take care of myself at fifteen," Laura replied coldly.

"So I've heard," Jack sneered.

"What people say doesn't bother me," she retorted. "The important thing is whether you can afford any publicity."

"That's supposed to be a threat?"

"Another ugly thought. You seem to be full of them today. Suppose I were to go to the courts ... or, better yet, to your Daddy? You know, Jack, things have changed in the world and business. A hard cock isn't a license to play God anymore. You can't coerce women into screwing you by threatening their jobs."

"You can't prove that!"

"Wanna bet?" Laura paused, shifted languorously, and lit a cigarette. "I don't think I'm asking too much. You're a rich man. Keeping me shouldn't hurt you very much."

"What the hell makes you think I'll hold still for that?" Jack hissed.

Laura pushed a smile at him. "Do you have much choice?"

"And if I agree?"

"Let's say you won't have reason to be sorry," Laura laughed. Standing up, she added, "I think perhaps we might make quite a team. I've heard you're quite a ladies man. I intend to find out just how good a man you really are."

He stared at her, watching in fascination.

Laura, deliberately slow, deliberately enticing, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall free. Jack gasped. He had never seen tits so large, so exciting, except on Millie. Laura moved close to him, catching up his hands, easing them to her breasts.

He lost reason when her lips found his mouth in a tongue-to-tongue kiss that held a fire, building a desire that went instantly out of control. Then her hands came provoking still more desire. As if by a tactile sense, she forced his passion to a peak, then broke away free and moved away from him.

"You would like to have me, wouldn't you, Jack?" she taunted.

"You know damn well I would."

"Our little deal then?"

"You said I didn't have a choice," he growled.

She twisted her hips, rolling, easing the tight skirt over her lush thighs.

Jack stared at her, his eyes hungering on the loveliness of her figure, the sweet curve of her thighs, the flat plane of her stomach above the twin columns of her slender legs. She wiggled in front of him defiantly. Her voice was deep, husky with desire.

"Suppose you show me how good a man you are, darling." Her next words were a taunt. "I think you're a fake, the kind of man who has to build his ego by attacking girls who don't know any better."

Jack's shirt tore in his haste to remove it. His action brought a jeering laugh from Laura. He swore, cursing her, cursing himself.

She walked toward him, her hips tightly swathed and swaying sensuously in the tight skirt where it clung to her hip bones. The bulge at her crotch swayed from side to side ever so slightly in perfect rhythm with her body movements. As she stopped in front of him, she breathed deeply, sending two mounds of unblemished flesh bulging above the already low cut of her bra.

"Kiss me," she breathed. "Kiss me and then fuck me!"

Her parted red Ups and even white teeth drew him to her. At contact, her Ups parted farther. She drew his tongue into her mouth and caressed it with hers. She moved behind him and wiggled to the top of a desk in such a way that the slit in her skirt parted just short of revealing her cunt mound.

He felt her leg entwine around his. She slid herself to the very edge of the desk until his rising hard-on was against her warm crotch.

She took his hand and guided it into the front of her bra until his fingers felt the solid erectness of her large, elongated nipple. He moved his hips slightly until the hard line of his prick was pressed even more firmly against her, until the spot was found and she returned the pressure. He squeezed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until a little groan of pleasure and pain escaped from her throat.

"Mmmmmm, yes," she said, and fumbled with his zipper.

At last she had his cock out and in her hand. Carefully, she lifted her skirt and guided his dick toward the waiting, wet folds of her pussy. She began to massage the thick skin, back and forth, up and down the hard shaft.

His fingers slid around the leg band of her panties and into her wet gash.

"Let's take these off," he rasped.

"NO! No...," she hissed. "I like to fuck this way. I like screwing with all my clothes on. Put your dick in under my panties from the side and then shove it all the way inside my hole at once. I like it that way. I love it ... I want to feel dirty. I want to fuck with all my clothes on. I want to feel all of your prick inside me at once."

His whole body began to break out in tiny rivulets of perspiration as her practiced fingers stroked and caressed his dick until he thought it would burst. Carefully she snaked the head of his cock in under the tight rim of her panties. And then he could feel the hard tip grinding against her hairy, wet slit. Carefully she ran his dick up and down the oozing gash until some of her own moistness had transferred itself to his cockhead. When she was at last satisfied that they were both perfectly ready, she placed his rod at just the right spot.

"There! Now! Now, you cock, stud, prick! Shove it in me, you bastard, son of a bitch! Fuck me! FUCK ME! NOW!"

Jack thrust his hips forward with all the pent-up passion she had built within him. He felt her soft hole close around his shaft, driving him to a quick peak of desire. Laura sensed this, and quickened the rhythm of her hip movements to bring herself to the same white heat that comes just before orgasm.

"Oh, fuck me! FUCK ME!" she screamed into his ear, running her hot tongue around the tip of it. She breathed hard, pressing herself urgently and eagerly against him. The fresh, masculine smell of his cologne entered her nostrils as she leaned her face against his neck. It mingled with the smell of her crotch corning up from between her legs to raise her to new heights of passion.

He moved his hips between her willing thighs, lowering and raising his body, fucking his hard-on around and in and out of her cunt with a relentless fury.

He backed away from her until just the tip of his prick was inside her cunt, and then he ran it up and down the length of her slit, from the tiny knob of her clitoris to the puckered hole resting between her gyrating ass cheeks.

"Oh, shit, don't tease me, you bastard! Fuck me! Shove it in me!" Laura whined.

He did as she asked, lunging his hips forward in one swift motion as again he buried his long, hard shaft to the balls inside her thrashing body.

She, in turn, screwed herself up against him and began a wildly gyrating motion with her hips and a squeezing vise-like grip with her thighs around his hips.

Her body became a fleshy, passion-driven spring that drove her pussy eagerly up to meet his strokes much faster than he had expected. He felt the swelling already starting in his balls which slapped again and again against her ass-hole as he met each thrust of her hips with a charge of his own. The hard, tight rim of her panties kept running up and down the length of his shaft with each new stroke, adding to the erotic pleasure his prick was receiving from her writhing cunt.

The lips of her fleshy, blood-filled pussy swallowed his dick like a glove, nibbling and sucking all at once on his rigid tool as he fucked her furiously.

Laura moaned and shuddered as she felt her cunt lips being shoved in and pulled out with his long, even strokes. Their bodies made a splattering sound as their crotches drove against each other in the fury of passion. She felt his cock deeply inside her cunt and couldn't remember when she had ever had a man so large and so hard inside of her.

"Hurry," Jack gasped suddenly. "Hurry! I ... just ... can't ... wait ... any longer!"

"Go ahead. GO AHEAD!" Laura replied, throwing her head back and arching her body until her tits seemed about to leap from the confining bra. "NOW! COME NOW, DAMMIT!"

She bit her lips until they turned white, until it seemed the gleaming teeth would go completely through the skin and blood would flow.

"Do it, shithead! COME! COMMMMMMME!"

Together they felt the complete flood of final satisfaction as their bodies released. They held each other in the ebbing flow of delight as his cock drained itself of spurt after spurt of white, hot cum which her cunt quickly contracted against and pushed back out to flow across his balls and down the inside of her white thighs.

It was a long time before either of them spoke. At last Laura broke the silence between them.

"Was it good?" she asked.

"Yes," Jack rasped between still clenched teeth.

"I like to fuck in crazy places and crazy positions," she giggled, drawing away from him and reaching behind her to unfasten her clothes. "What are you doing?"

"Getting out of my clothes, of course," she replied. "This time we'll fuck naked!"

He could hardly believe it. She was a sexual dynamo. When she was completely naked, she finished undressing him. Then she attacked him again, using her hands and her tits on his dick.

Suddenly she took his meat in her mouth, possessing him, completely, reveling in her attack, going berserk in her violence.

Jack Jensen had had many women in his life, but never had he never encountered anyone like the loin-scalding, whip-lashing Laura Wade. She was a she-animal, her eyes thin slits of passion as she drove him higher and higher, building the ecstasy until it was bearable. It was her triumph, his defeat, and he was aware of it.

She opened her greedy lips and took his cock into her mouth. For a moment his meat wallowed around in her warmth, then she opened her jaws and jammed her head downward. She felt his prick slip deep into her throat until her upper lip was mashed against his groin. .

She used her own fist on her cunt as she sucked.

The raging need and animal desires then became compulsive for both of them. She went wild at the sensation of the plunging fist in her cunt and her wrist pounding her clit. She felt Jack's hand pushing on the back of her head as he began thrusting his rock-hard prick in and out of her throat.

"Suck it! Suck my meat, bitch! Oh, Jesus, I didn't know anything could feel so good! Ohhhh, Jesus, suck it! I'll give you all my cum!"

Laura responded wantonly and eagerly. He had a cock, a hard-on. Pursing her lips around the pulsing head, she laved it hotly with her tongue. She sucked with passionate joy as tiny drops of his pre-cum slid into her mouth.

Her hand slid beneath him and tightly gripped the taut cheeks of his ass. Savagely, she pulled his crotch against her face just as eagerly as he pushed her head down over his meat. He trapped her head between his sweating thighs.

"There ... there ... THERE!" he screamed. "I'm coming! I'M GONNA SHOOOOOT!"

With a pounding thrust of his hips, he gave her all of his cock. The movement forced his prick down her throat.

Because it was shoved so far into her throat, Laura wasn't able to taste the milky cream his cock was shooting. She could only feel it and it drove her insane. She closed her thighs over her wrist and arm and pounded her pussy back and forth toward her own come.

She swallowed his juice greedily, feeling its sticky warmth sliding down her throat into her belly.

When there was no more cum in his deflated balls, Jack pushed her head away and staggered back.

Laura gave him only a moment's respite and attacked again.

He didn't want it, fought against it, but there was no recourse as her provoking hands built yet a new fire in his body.

The agony brought a tremble to his muscles, a torment. "Enough," he gasped finally and she laughed.

He stared at her, "Damn you, you're not human."

"You are and you're damn good, better than most," she taunted back at him. She eased against his broad chest. He was her kind of man. Laura was a woman like that, forgetting what this man had done to her own daughter, intent now only in making him want her. "Can you say you don't want me now?" she whispered. "I dare you to tell me you don't want me again."

"I want you, you bitch. Pick the damn cabana you want. Remember one thing. From now on you'll be my woman. No more whoring. That understood?" Jack blazed.

Laura laughed softly. "I don't think I could enjoy another man after you, Jack."

"God help you if I catch you," he muttered. Rising, he went to the bar and mixed a couple of drinks. When he turned back she was still in the same position, holding no shame, her eyes, amused, laughing at him.

She accepted the drink. A half hour later, they shared their private kind of hell again, with all the savagery of the first time, until exhaustion tore at their sweat-oiled bodies.

* * * *

Pat Johnson watched Jack cross the bar and go into his office. Instinctively, she knew she had lost him and did not know the why of the feeling. Desperation gripped her.

She followed him into the office and locked the door behind her.

"What do you want?"

"Your cock," she said, falling on her knees and fumbling with his zipper. "Get out!"

He tried to slip from her grasp, but she had already covered his meat with her mouth and his dick was getting hard.

When his cock was completely rigid, Pat stood and removed all her clothes. "'Fuck me!" she cried.

"No," Jack replied calmly. "Finish sucking me off and then get out of here."

Pat threw herself on his desk. She lay on her back with one heel pressed tightly to the slit of matted pussy hair between her already throbbing thighs. With her hands she massaged the straining whiteness of her up-thrust tits, kneading and pulling on them until it looked as though she would rip them loose from her chest. H

"Oooohhhh," she groaned aloud. "I can see a big, fat, hard cock fucking in and out of me when I press my heel into my own pussy. I love to play with my titties. I love to stretch and hurt the nipples!"

As she spoke, she turned her head from side to side on the desk, making sure that she was capturing Jack's attention.

Yeah, Jack thought, she is truly an exhibitionist ... and a delightful one to watch.

Pat let out a little scream of frustration and turned over on the desk. She lay on her stomach, pressing the rigid bud of her clitoris tightly against the wood, attempting to put out the fire that she screamed raged there.

Her hands burrowed down between her body and the desk top, groping at the throbbing mass of her pussy hair. Her legs scissored open, a foot dangling on either side. She could feel her own moist slit palpitating against the tip of her fingers which drew the narrow hole open, exposing the lips of her pulsing cunt to the warm air beneath her body.

"That's my pussy ... see it!" she cried. "It's beautiful! It's mine and I love it! I love to feel myself. I love to suck ... to fuck ... I love my cunt!"

With a loud groan, she sunk one of her middle fingers deep into the moistened pussy mouth. She held her breath, relieved for the moment the fires built there. But it lasted only a moment. She inserted another finger, drawing her knees up to a kneeling position, with her butt high in the air.

She then jammed four fingers into her hole in an effort to find relief. It still wasn't enough. Putting the weight of her upper body on her forehead, she reached up and behind her with her other hand. In desperation, she searched the wet crevice, and rammed a consoling finger deep into the puckered hole between her moon-shaped ass cheeks. She gasped aloud as, in her haste, a fingernail dug into the soft, fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her quivering body. She stilled for a moment, then took up a wildly writhing, passion-pleasing rhythm.

Her full tits hung down, the nipples brushing the desk.

It was more than Jack could stand.

He picked her up and carried her to the leather sofa. Then he was kneeling between her legs. As he kissed the swollen, throbbing tits she held out to him, his hands found the soft warmth of her inner thighs and began to move. One worked on her silky warm skin, circling, massaging, and the other drove through the hair to touch the boiling moistness beyond.

Pat groaned as his hands and mouth worked at her willing flesh, tasting and feeling the lust that filled her body. Almost immediately, he felt her opening and closing on his hand as she pushed one tit into his mouth and the other against his cheek.

He lifted her and sat down with one leg on each side of her, his thighs widely spread and his prick jerking impatiently between them.

He pulled her up over his thighs until her tits were against his face and her cuntal slit hovered, dripping, over his cock.

"Fuck," he said.

"Fuck," she said, reaching down with both hands and guiding his massive cockhead to the gaping mouth of her cunt.

She moaned as he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. His prickhead parted her gooey cunt lips. Tentatively, she moved her hips around and around. She felt him start to slide into her.

He was so huge, he almost took her breath away. She let her weight go and tried to relax. His cock was splitting her. She closed her eyes, ground her teeth together, and took another few inches into her belly. He was hurting her, filling her pussy with pain. But she wanted it. She wanted his cock.

She completely let herself go and felt all his huge length of meat fill her hole. She forgot the pain and concentrated on the fat cock. She looked down and smiled happily when she saw only the base of his thick tool, jerking like a hammering piston, at the top of her slit.

"You're in me," she sighed.

"Damn near all of it," he said. "All right."

"Yeah, wonderful! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" Pat cried.

Slowly Jack began to fuck. She watched the long rod, slippery with juice from her cunt, glide out, then bore smoothly back into the depths of her swollen hole. She felt the hot tip open the tight inner folds, then felt the folds come together as he pulled back for another stab.

The discomfort had long since passed now, to be replaced with a wanton pleasure that was rapidly taking control of her body and senses. Her leg muscles were working freely, moving without volition as she bounced up and down on his pulsating shaft in a race for satisfaction. She felt his mouth still on her fleshy, up-thrust tits, moving from one to the other, and she closed her eyes as low moans of delight rumbled in her throat.

There was no longer any thought left in her mind except the wonderful pleasure of being impaled by Jack Jensen's long, hard cock.

He stroked his massive shaft up and down, in and out of her heated young pussy, suddenly thrusting with longer, harder strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tightly sucking cunt on the outward movement, and then plunging upward into her gaping pussy until he felt her widespread anal crevice pressing into his sperm-bloated balls again.

With a guttural moan, he lowered his right hand, and his fingertips traced down the tightened flesh of her ass cheeks until he found the small puckered opening of her moistened ass-hole.

Pat moaned, but deep inside she felt only a masochistic pleasure. Her anal muscles nibbled and sucked at the rigid, outstretched finger as if to pull it deep inside her bowels. "Yesssss! Do it! Do it to me, darling!" she wailed.

Jack listened to her gurgling moans and thrust his finger even harder up into her tight ass-hole. He worked it around and around inside, stretching the hot, rubbery softness wider and wider.

"Now you're with it, baby," he growled. "Now you're really with it."

"I know ... I know," she cooed in his ear, mashing and rubbing her heavy, hot breasts into the wiry hair on his chest. "I love it ... it's fantastic ... both holes ... both at once. Oh, shit, don't stop ... don't ever stop! I love you, Jack! I love you!"

The naked girl's moans of delight erupted continuously from her throat. Jack smiled in satisfaction, his mouth still glued to her nipple as his long, hard cock increased its tempo in and out of her heated cuntal sheath. Then he felt her begin shamelessly grinding her ass back onto his finger, and he methodically explored inside the warm, spongy hole, sending new and stronger sensations of delight throughout her body.

Pat was lovingly impaled between his pulsating cock deep inside her quivering cunt and his finger shoved up inside her tightly clutching ass-hole. The thought made her squeal with passion. She began a faster twisting motion that rocked her back and forth, wantonly riding up and down on both his long, hard cock and his rigid finger.

His mouth became more frantic on her nipples as he brought his free hand around to where his cock was sliding in and out of her bouncing pussy. Pat felt him fondling the soft, hair-lined lips, milking at his massive shaft, and she shivered all over with ecstasy. He continued caressing them until her widening cunt seemed to gape in hungry desire, swallowing the entire length of his hotly throbbing cock as he plunged upward into the very core of her being.

"Oh, shit!" he cried suddenly. "I'm almost there, baby! Can you get it! Can you."

"I ... I think ... so!"

"Hurry, baby, hurry! I'm gonna come!" he cried. "HURRY!"

Pat, tOo, was about to reach orgasm, and was impatient to have his tongue deep in her mouth. Opening her lips, she sucked. Moving her legs higher, almost to his shoulders, she worked her inner cunt muscles on the fiery cock expanding and contracting within her.

She was a mass of lust, and her cunt blazed with delight, overpowering all other thoughts except the magnificent shaft buried up inside her boding hole. She was only vaguely aware of his hand running over her ass cheeks like searing tongues of fire.

His mouth, his hot, frictioning cock ... this was it! This was the ultimate in love! This was what she had been waiting for!

And then, suddenly, she heard his choking voice and felt his long, hard prick swelling even larger. The ecstasy was more than she could stand. Her nerve endings began shooting out in a shower of heat.

She was almost there ... so close. Reaching for it, grabbing it in a screaming shriek of passion, her body went wild.

"There ... there ... THERE!" Jack bellowed, sinking his teeth into her hp.

Pat tasted warm blood. Tears stung her eyes. But there was another kind of warmth, another kind of stinging flooding her cunt. Moaning, she tightened her legs, squeezing with all her might, digging her nails into his back, and pumping her sopping wet cunt hole onto his cock.

"Oh, God, that's it ... that's it ... it's good, baby ... so fucking good!" Jack cried out, bucking up into her, his tautly corded muscles rippling.

Pat forgot everything except the thick jism deep in her pussy. Her clit, it seemed, was a tuning fork, playing the notes of a glorious tune on her thighs, her belly, and her front and rear holes. "All! All of it! Fuck it up my belly, darling! FUCK IT ALL INTO ME!" she wailed.

Humping, slamming his meat into her dripping hole, Jack bit down hard on her nipples, drawing blood. But Pat didn't care. She could no longer help herself. No longer could she resist the exquisite sensations of a stiff dick triggering the ultimate release. She was coming ... alive with wonder at having Jack's big cock filhng her cunt.

She held his face, his nipping teeth, to her breast, closed her eyes tight, and fucked and fucked and fucked her insatiable pussy over his cock.

"Did you ... did you make it?" he panted.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! It was beautiful, darling! I love you!"

"Huh?" Jack said.

"I said I love you!"

"Yeah ... yeah, I love you too, honey. I love your pussy."

He disengaged himself from her body, crossed to the desk, got an envelope, and returned. Throwing the envelope in her naked, cum-filled lap, he said, "There's two grand in there. Get outta here and outta town. I don't want to see you again, Pat."

Pat hung around Spider Key for a few days, until Laura Wade moved into a beach cabana at the Seaview.

Then Pat had the answer.

She took off for Miami. Maybe she could find Millie Wade. What would the girl say when she found out that her mother was shacked up with Jack Jensen!



SEVEN

It took a lot of fast talking for Susan to get Millie to agree to a blind date, but she finally accomplished it.

"Look, honey, the guy is not only handsome, he's loaded ... one of our best young corporate attorneys in the building."

"What's his name?"

"Ron Burton," Susan replied, "a real hunk!"

"But what'll I wear?" Millie protested. "I don't even have an evening gown."

Susan, seeing the girl weakening, pressed the point. "I have a white strapless that'll fit you like a glove."

"I don't know...."

"Oh, come on. Live a little, kid!"

"I've never been on a blind date in my life." Millie was trying to frame arguments against going, trying to convince herself but losing ground. After all, being a martyr was an awfully lonely way of living.

"Don't knock it, honey. So if the guy is as homely as Paddy's pig, think ... big show, dinner, one of the top clubs ... what's to lose? You aren't expected to marry the guy."

"Oh, all right. I'll go," Millie finally agreed. "Good girl!"

When Susan saw Millie emerging from the bedroom in the white strapless, she whistled. "Shit, don't you look like something! You sure as hell do a lot more for that rag than I ever did!"

"Does it really look all right?" Millie asked. Then, after a pause, "It is rather low in front."

"It's perfect on you. Why worry about the neckline? With what you've got, why hide it?"

The doorbell rang, and Susan ushered the men into the living room.

"Ron Burton, my roommate Millie Collins."

Susan had been right. Millie could hardly keep her knees from shaking. Ron Burton was the most hand-' some and sexiest man she had ever seen. She barely heard Susan when she introduced her date, George Field.

At dinner, Millie found herself feeling more at ease. Ron dominated the conversation, his store of stories almost endless. He talked about horses, gambling, Florida, the tracks, and most of his anecdotes brought sincere laughter from Millie, the kind she hadn't known in what seemed like years.

Later, dancing, Ron held her close and she was aware of his manly smell, the odor of his shaving lotion. She laughed self-consciously when he whispered, "You're a beautiful woman. But then I suppose you know that."

She countered with, "Do I act conceited?"

"No, and I think I like that about you. Most beautiful women are insufferably aware of the fact."

"Well, thank you," she smiled.

It was almost two in the morning when Ron called for the check and paid for it from a huge roll of bills. As they got in the car, he said, "My place for a nightcap, okay?"

Millie shot a quick glance at Susan and received a reassuring grin in return.

Ron's apartment was a penthouse atop a tall building along the beach. Millie felt her feet sink in the deep nap of the luxurious rugs.

"Makes our joint look like a rat's nest, doesn't it?" Susan whispered to Millie as the men went to the bar and mixed drinks.

"It must cost a fortune," Millie breathed.

"Yeah, like I told you. Live it up when you can."

Minutes later, they sat around and talked. George broke the conversation with, "Ron, Millie is new in Miami. Why don't you show her the lights from the terrace?"

"Like to see it, Millie?" Ron asked. Without waiting for her acceptance, he got up and caught her arm.

Millie gasped at the breathtaking view. A myriad of lights stretched as far as the eye could see. Off to the left the water caught and reflected the moonlight "It's beautiful."

"So are you," he countered.

Millie turned to face him. "I've had a wonderful time this evening, Ron," she said softly.

Taking her words as an invitation, he caught her in his arms, pulling her against him, his lips finding her soft mouth. She let the sweetness of his lips hold her for a moment and then pulled away.

"Please, let's not spoil it," she said.

Looking at her, he said, "I thought you wanted me to do that." His arms still held her shoulders. "I still think you wanted me to." Before she could answer, he found her mouth again, this time more firm, forcing her lips apart under the pressure.

Millie, in trying to work her mouth free, only added to the excitement. She felt the strong pressure of his body against her. Oh, God, no, not again! Not another Jack Jensen! she cried to herself. Then terror gripped her heart as his hands found the firmness of a breast, forcing the strapless away, bringing her left tit free from the bone bra.

"Please ... " she moaned.

"I want you," he sighed, dropping his lips to her nipple. "And I think you want me."

"No!. I...."

But he was lifting her, carrying her. She heard squeals of sexual delight coming from behind a door.

Susan and George are already at it! They expected us to fuck tonight! Old Millie the whore is about to flat-back it again!

But there was something about Ron Burton, something that made her want to give him her body. He was different, somehow, gentle. And God knows he was handsome.

They sat down on the edge of the bed, and their kisses became fiercer. His tongue slipped to her lips and found hers. Her face rolled under his, and she frowned as her passion increased. She was losing control, and she knew it.

As his hand moved her breast gently in his palm, her pulse quickened and her breath caught in her throat. Passion began to seep through her body, and she could feel the crotch band of her panties begin to dampen.

Ron pulled from her briefly and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes from her. He threw the shirt away, leaving himself bare chested. Then, as his arms went around her again, he found the hooks of her bra and unfastened them. She pushed the gown from her, letting the bra fall to the floor.

She sat quite erect, and her nearer tit rose to touch against his chest, its tip burning him like fire. The farther breast found its way into his hand, and he stroked its flesh warmly, lovingly.

Millie shook and twisted in his arms as he bent to take a nipple's tip to kiss and tease, until she pressed the whole globe against his face, a tiny moan escaping from her throat.

His hands roamed over her thighs, coming to rest on the silky material of her sheer panties. "Take them off, love," he whispered as he kissed her.

"Oh, no...."

"Take them off."

"No, please."

She was going wild under his loving touch, and he persisted. "Yes, love, take off your panties."

After an instant more of hesitation, she lifted her hips and slid her underwear down as if she couldn't wait to be rid of them. She kicked the panties away, along with her shoes, leaving her wearing only her dress puddled around her middle.

Then Ron's lips, his hands, his chest moved against her, scorching her nerves until her entire body was damp with sweat.

"God, you're so beautiful," he groaned.

"Oh, Ron, you're doing such things to me! Oh, don't stop ... please, don't stop!"

He wasn't stopping, not actually. He was merely leaving the bed and shifting around beside her. He drew one nipple to his kiss while he twisted the other, and he lowered his knees to the floor. Then he kissed the bottom of each tit, his lips flickering. He kissed the front of her body in the same way, weaving from side to side, and when the sensations he was creating in her had grown almost unbearably strong, she fell back on her elbows, panting.

His tongue found the top of her cuntal slit and slid warmly inside her.

Millie screamed, arched and kicked, and her elbows gave way, letting her fall back onto the bed.

For a moment, Ron thought she had passed out, but her eyes were half open, and he saw them move slightly. He pulled her dress the rest of the way off her, and for the first time he saw Tier completely naked.

Even in her awkward position, lying back on the bed with her legs dangling to the floor, her body was as beautiful as he had imagined it to be. The spread of her breasts on her chest, the lines of her rib cage, the shallow line that ran down her stomach, through her deep navel, the roundness of her firm young legs ... everything was perfect. And he wanted nothing more than to finish undressing, go to her, and love her just as she now lay.

He slipped his arms under her legs and back, lifted her and shifted her onto the center of the bed. He let her rest while he slipped out of his shoes, socks and slacks. Then, wearing only his shorts, he lay down beside her and propped himself up on an elbow.

"Millie," he whispered. "Millie, honey. Kiss me."

She raised her face to his and let his lips cover hers. There was warm moisture and a hot pressure as they mashed their mouths together in a writhing embrace. She parted her lips and explored his mouth with her tongue tip. She felt him tremble suddenly. His mouth opened to let his tongue meet hers and his hands covered her luscious tits.

"Oh, Ron, your hands are so warm! Hold me close!" She twisted her head to feel his kisses on her cheeks and at her earlobe and on her neck. His heat radiated through her skin and she pushed her cunt mound hard against the bulge at his crotch.

He put his left arm around her waist and turned her so that her side was against him and her front was exposed to the caresses of his other hand. He squeezed her tits gently and stroked her belly and repeatedly ran his fingers into the silky hair of her pussy. He crushed her mouth with his and drove his tongue deep into it.

Millie's breath came harder and she twisted her body to increase the sensation of his touch. He released the long kiss and bent his head down to her breasts, taking one succulent nipple between his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked in. Millie felt the soft flesh of her tit drawn into the wet heat of his mouth and the nipple crushed between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

"Oh!" she whispered, making her mouth into an O as she let her breath sigh out. "Oh, oh-h-h!"

His right hand ruffled through her now-wet pubic hair, and his fingers worked inward between her clamped thighs. She spread her thighs apart, and the heated moisture of her pussy dissipated onto the warm touch of his palm. His fingers found the wet smoothness of her vaginal lips and they slipped back and forth over the inner surfaces. Tingles raced over her skin and the heat in her cunt mounted to a fever pitch.

"Oh, Ron ... Ron," she whimpered. "Oh, yes! More!"

Ron followed the crevice between the swelling folds to her clitoris and began to rub it with a rotary motion. Streaks of deep excitement surged through her belly. She felt her involuntary responses quicken. Her hips jerked in a rapid rhythm and her knees alternately drew toward each other, then spread outward, trying desperately to suck his fingers into her cuntal gut. The broad, strong muscles of her pussy rippled in slow, contracting waves. She rose on her toes, then settled hard on her heels and bore down and out with her crotch.

She dug into his shoulders with clutching, kneading fingers. Her head fell back and she stared only half seeing at the ceiling. She felt as if chains of fire were being drawn through her insides. Her breath alternately caught in her throat and burst out in rasping grunts.

"Oh, please ... not so fast! Ron! Wait! Please, wait! Take your shorts off! Give me your cock!" She pushed at his chest and struggled to escape the hand that punched into her rapidly expanding pussy.

"God, what a woman you are," he exclaimed. "You're like a she-cat in heat!"

"I can't help it, Ron! When you touch me I do feel like I'm in heat! Oh, hurry and fuck me!"

Then her eyes floated down to his groin and she saw his throbbing dick. She stared at it, and her obvious surprise and delight registered in her eyes. "You like?" Ron smiled.

"Oh, my God," was all Millie could manage to utter.

Quickly she crawled up the space between his hairy legs and paused momentarily with her mouth hovering inches above the massive, swollen prick. Then she lowered her head and placed a series of hot, sizzling kisses on the sensitive knob.

"Feel good?" she said, smiling up at him from between his legs.

"You know it feels good. I love a mouth on my cock ... especially when it belongs to a beautiful female like you."

"I love to suck a big cock," she replied.

"Then suck it," he said. "Put it in your lovely mouth and suck it good."

Millie obeyed instantly. Her full, red lips parted, and a goodly expanse of his pulsing shaft was drawn into her warm, wet mouth.

She started sucking with a vengeance. Her tongue seemed to wrap around the thick barrel of the cock and lave it from his hairy balls to its cum-seeping tip. Her mouth then climbed back over the rubbery cock-tip and her head bobbed furiously up and down as she pumped thrill after thrill into both his cock and her cunt.

Her mouth labored with astonishing speed and enthusiasm. Tiny animal sounds escaped her lips, and now and then she stuffed more of his meat into her head than she could comfortably take. She almost gagged at these times when his thrusting knob would ram hard against the back of her throat.

"Oh Jesus, can you suck! Oh, suck it ... SUCK MY FUCKIN' COCK!" Ron hissed as his hips writhed and lurched from the bed to thrust his prong into her slobbery lips and lust-contorted face.

He raised his head and, glassy-eyed, gazed with wonder and appreciation as Millie took nearly half of his gigantic cock into her skilled mouth.

"Suck, sweetheart, suck! You're doing just what the-doctor ordered!"

Millie gurgled as she continued to suck, leaving his shaft now and then so she could lick and nibble the entire length of the barrel.

Pleasure hummed in waves through his body and his cock. She could sense and feel it in her mouth. Ron clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, expecting the explosion to arrive at any second. Millie was able to sense it also. She knew that he was rushing headlong toward his climax. Abruptly she retreated from his thoroughly aroused meat.

"My pussy feels neglected. It's beginning to think that your cock doesn't want it," she teased.

"In other words," he said, smiling down at her, "you want to be fucked!"

"You could say that," Millie replied, grinning. "Look, you just keep lying there. I'll do all the work, okay?"

He nodded as she kissed a torrid path up the front of his body. She stopped briefly to poke a playful tongue into his navel.

She was stretched on top of him when she reached her destination, his mouth. Their lips met for a hard, demanding kiss, and their tongues played.

Her heavy breasts bore down on his wide chest. The hot nipples seemed to burn tiny holes in his flesh.

When their lips parted, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, straddling his thighs just below his colossal erection.

Her hips rose in the air and, clutching his mighty cock in one hand, she guided the tip to the threshold of her cunt.

Then she descended, using her hand to insert his prick into her hungry slot. Inch by inch it was devoured, slithering smoothly up her pussy, heating and massaging her cuntal walls.

When Millie finished her erotic descent and had his throbbing prick totally encased in her tight cuntal channel, she bent forward as far as she could without pulling his dick from her cunt. She took her tits in her hands, squeezed them together, and offered them to his sucking mouth.

"Suck, Ron, darling! Suck my big tits to your heart's desire!"

Ron craned his neck and trapped a rubbery, brown bud between his teeth. He started sucking immediately. The nipple in his mouth stiffened and quivered uncontrollably.

Millie then began to fuck him, gliding up and down on his huge prick while he sucked her enormous breast and its hard, hot nipple.

Without disrupting her steady, in-and-out rhythm, she easily switched tits in his mouth, giving him the opportunity to make the other nipple stiffen and tremble like its already aroused and trembling sister on the opposite tit.

Ron sucked and moaned and sucked.

Millie stepped up her pace, riding him faster and faster, her furious pounding igniting more and more lust in his loins.

Her cunt was loving it, loving his cock, and greedy for the thrills it could give her. It was like a bottomless pit ... the more she fed it, the more cock it wanted.

Soon she was pumping his meat so hard and so fast that he couldn't maintain his hold on her tit, and it bounced from his mouth.

"Fuck me, sweetheart! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, you beautiful darling, fuck me!" he yelled.

Millie's long hair was swinging crazily on her slim white shoulders and down her spine. Her tits were jiggling wildly, creating a loud smacking sound each time they rose into the air and then flopped back onto her heaving chest.

Ron was scaling the peak. In a moment he'd reach the summit and start the long ride down to his come.

His hands shot out and grabbed her breasts. As the volcano in his balls erupted, he dug his fingers deeply into the fleshy globes and squeezed and kneaded them like jelly.

His cum gushed in great globs and filled Millie's cunt to overflowing.

"Good, good, soooo gooooood," she cooed happily.

She rolled off his body and moved her head down over his deflating cock. She took it deep, almost all the way, into her sucking mouth, and cleaned the juices from her pussy and his own cum from it with loving care.

When his cock was not only clean but aching from her constant and powerful sucking, she lifted her head and smiled at him. He took her in his arms and pulled her up beside him on the bed.

"I'd like to fuck you forever," she cooed in his ear. "That goes two ways," he said, turning his head and giving her a light peck on the nose. "Does that mean we're in love."

"It does as far as I'm concerned," Ron replied.

* * * *

Millie was in heaven. At last she had found a man to love, who loved her in return.

For the next month they were together constantly, making love anywhere they were. Then Ron told her that they were going up the coast for the weekend. George Field had a beach house they could share for a few days with him and his new girl friend.

They drove north out of Miami, and an hour later stopped at a small restaurant.

"George will meet us here and we'll go out to the island on his boat."

While they were eating, George showed up with his new girl friend. Millie couldn't hold back her gasp of surprise.

"Millie, of all people!"

"You two know each other?" George said.

"Yeah, we sure do," Millie replied.

George's new girl friend was Pat Johnson.

* * * *

Millie and Pat lay side by side at the pool, watching George and Ron play tennis on the court across the lawn.

Millie had already begged Pat not to mention her real name. "Why not, honey?"

"Because I want to forget my past and Spider Key," Millie said.

"I suppose that's because if your big, upstanding lawyer boy friend knew your mother was a whore, he wouldn't marry you, huh?"

"Maybe," Millie said. "I don't know."

"Well, your secret's safe with me," Pat said. "For a small price."

"A price?"

"Yeah," Pat said. "How about telling me why you left the Key so fast? It was Jack, wasn't it?"

"What do you mean?" Millie hedged.

Pat laughed. "Come on, Millie, you can tell me. We're old friends, remember? I know anyway ... or at least I can guess."

"And just why do you think I left?" Millie asked crisply.

"Because something happened between you and Jack. It must have been damn serious, I know that."

"You seem to know a great deal."

"Have you heard from your mother?"

"No. She doesn't even know where I am."

"You're just as well off, honey. Laura is .practically living with Jack. I had a letter from Tommy last week. It's almost a public scandal. She has some kind of hold on him. You must know what it is."

"I don't know anything about my mother, and I couldn't care less," Millie said evenly. "Yeah, I'll just bet," Pat sneered. Millie faced her angrily. "I can't see where it's any of your business." She rose to leave.

Pat grabbed her arm. "You think not. Maybe you didn't know I was in love with Jack. He threw me over for that whorish mother of yours. He even gave me money to get rid of me. Now, do you still think it isn't any of my business?"

Millie made her next words deliberately cruel. "For a woman in love, you certainly have a poor way of showing it," she snapped.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"George. I know who he is and what he is."

"Oh, you do. And HOW do you know so much?" Pat hissed.

Millie pulled free of Pat's hand. "How doesn't matter, Pat. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to be going."

"We can get together?" Pat asked.

"I think not, Pat. You and I don't seem to have the same things in common," Millie said coldly.

"Well, aren't you uppity? I just wonder what did happen between you and Jack. Someday, I'll find out!"

That evening, Millie managed to convince Ron to leave.

Back in Miami, in his apartment, naked in his bed, he slid a ring on her finger and officially asked her to marry him.

Millie said yes! and then found his hard cock with her hands. She wrapped both hands around the barrel, near the hilt. She moved her hands forward until the skin flowed over the knob and the fiery crown disappeared. She released the pressure and the big head popped back into view, the staff behind now much harder and swelling to its full length before her mesmerized gaze.

Her pussy started to tingle as she watched the veins stand out in his cock as if they were talking to her, urging her to play with it some more. The more she wrestled with the big dick and the harder it got, the less she could keep her body still.

Ron put his arms around her neck and pulled her face toward him. His kiss was like fire as his tongue found hers in quick, darting movements. She returned the kiss with her own, probing and searching his mouth, tasting its desire.

"What a beautiful body," Ron replied. "You've got the kind of a body that can take a lot of cock, sweetheart."

She moved her body against his, losing herself in the rapture of desire. His skin rippled under her touch, as her fingers moved across the well-muscled shoulders and down to the small of his back. He kissed each part of her body. She answered his touch with slow ripples of her skin that told him he was driving her near the same peak of passion.

He rocked back on his haunches to look at her luscious body, his cock dangling right at the opening to her muff. Millie raised her hips as if she could suck the huge shaft into her with just the pressure of her need. Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at him and smiled.

"Do anything, darling," she murmured. "Anything you want!"

He took her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Gently, he moved his head between her thighs, kissing her soft skin. Wider and wider he spread her legs, until, at last, he felt the soft, curly pubic hair on her nest tickle his chin and lips. He probed with his tongue, tasting her juices. Millie moved in a spasm of pleasure, thrusting her wet cunt upward to his face.

He rocked his head from side to side, matching the rhythm of her hips. His tongue became a fork of hot flame shooting through her body. He did everything just exactly right. She was lost in the lust of the moment, but she sensed his ability to stay absolutely cool while he was eating her cunt.

"Suck it, darling! Oh, God, yes, suck it!" she cried.

She arched her back, driving her hips against him, grinding her wet mass of matted pubic curls into his face to attain the full extent of pleasure from his probing tongue. "Yes, now! I'm coming!" she gasped. "I'm coming so gooooood!"

She raised her legs, freeing her ankles from his grasp, and locked her thighs around his head. Tighter and tighter she squeezed and then she relaxed with a long, wailing cry.

"Now fuck me!" she said. "Let me feel that big hunk inside me!"

Ron rubbed the head of his cock against her, up and down the soggy slit. Then he sank his fingers into her dampness, working expertly, increasing her need and her passion again.

Her nostrils caught the mesmerizing scent of her own spunk coming from between her legs. Her belly was smooth as velvet as she hunched up against his. He thrust, and she cried out in a pleasurable pain as she felt him enter her in one long, smooth movement.

She threw her hips upward, arching her back and sending her splayed-open cunt up over his driving shaft. Deeper and deeper into her he went. Her mind reeled. Her breath came fast and heavy.

"More, MORE! All of it! Give me all of it! OH, GOD, WHAT A COCK!" She begged him over and over to pound his meat into her hole. "Come!" she shouted. "COME WITH ME, DARLING!"

Ron drove deep inside her and ground his pubic bone against hers. The juices from her pussy poured out around his prick and balls as her pent-up release let go. Then he felt her passion carry her above and beyond fulfillment. She added to her own pleasure by again arching herself toward him, grinding her hips against him, taking all of him, swallowing his meat in her hot slit, trying to get him off with her.

Millie came until her body seemed racked with . pain. She fell back and watched him slowly withdraw his huge cock from her cunt.

"You didn't come," she said. "I'm sorry. Keep fucking me until you do if you want to."

"I'd like to come another way," Ron said, grinning and rolling her body over.

"You want my ass?"

"Yes."

"Use your fingers first! Get me good and ready!"

He found her breasts, and gently squeezed and cupped the soft globes. He thumbed the nipples taut and then let his hands trail down to her flat belly. He fingered her navel, bringing a squeal of delight from her.

"Now my ass!" she cried.

His hands then moved around to her buttocks. They were palpitating, squirming, grinding to pound his hard, throbbing cock closer against her cuntal mound.

"What a gorgeous ass you've got, baby," he rasped. "The best ass in the world."

"I'm on fire," she breathed. "Crush me and rape me! Rip my ass apart with your magnificent dick! Tear my ass-hole up with your fuckstick! Fuck me, darling, fuck me ... fuck me ... FUCK ME NOOOOOW!"

He maddeningly prolonged the action of his searching hands on her waist, her back, her ass, and then her heavy, jiggling tits again.

"Sweetheart, your tits belong to a goddess. Mmmmmm, I love to squeeze 'em ... tease the nipples like this." He squeezed the buttons into hard red tips and then he wandered down to her creamy ass cheeks.

As his finger jammed up into her ass-hole, Millie came apart.

"Ohhhh, yes, take it. Take my ass-hole and make wild love to it! Screw the shit right out of it!" she squealed.

Ron grasped his throbbing cock in one hand and nudged it up against the tight entrance to her rear channel. His hard prick moved forward against her hole until she felt a sharp pain.

"OW!"

"Just relax, baby. Relax, and it'll feel good soon."

She could feel his body tensing as he strained harder. Suddenly the pain was excruciating. His cockhead had popped through her sphincter muscle. When she tightened her anus she could feel his thick, round prick inside her. She could also feel his perspiration dripping on her shoulder and hear his excited breathing. Slowly he shoved the long, swollen length of his hard rod into her ass. She could feel it moving deeper, deeper. The pain was nearly unbearable.

"Oh, Ron, stop! It hurts so much!"

"Easy, honey ... relax and take it."

He began pumping into her, pulling his cock out to the head, which he was careful not to let slip out, and then sliding it back in.

Millie wanted him to stop. It hurt and was the weirdest feeling she had ever experienced. When he began increasing the tempo and pumping harder, it hurt more than ever, and she couldn't help but emit little sounds of pain. He was groaning into her ear and his whole body was shaking.

As he slid his big cock in and out of her, she lifted her ass to meet his driving organ. She wanted to make him come and end the torture he was inflicting on her body. Also, the thought entered her mind that he was now more excited than before, when he had fucked her cunt.

"That's it! That's it!" he suddenly yelped. "It feels good now, doesn't it, sweetheart? Fuck back! Fuck back! Fuck back on my hot cock! Ohhhh, shit, shit, shit, that's it!"

He took her buttocks in his hands and moved her back and forth so that her body was lunging as fast as his.

He filled her completely from the rear, jamming his huge prick into her, ripping her tender flesh and filling her belly with his cream. Her' face was jammed into the mattress until she could hardly breathe. That, plus the intense pain coupled to cause a crazy whirring sensation in her brain.

Then she was coming right through her ass-hole, and he knew it.

"That's it, baby! That's it, darling, come with me! Screw your luscious ass back at me and come with me!"

"Oh, God, it's good!" Millie screamed. "It's wonderful, fantastic now!"

"Are you there, Millie, my darling? Let's make it together. Are you there, too? Can you come with me? Please come with me and let me feel your sweet cunt gush its cum over my balls!"

"Yes ... YES!" she shrieked. "Suck, fuck, cunt, cock, fuck meee ... fuck me faster, harder with your big wonderful cock! Give it to me! GIVE ME ALL OF IT! Now ... NOW! Come ... come ... COME!"

With a final convulsive drive of her ass-hole and his prick, they both came and fell together in a heap onto the bed. They lay gasping, panting and shivering from the exertion of their fuck.

When Millie awakened the next morning, she knew that she couldn't marry Ron until she had faced her mother. Everything had to be cleared up between them. Her future was now too important.

She would have to go back to Spider Key.

EIGHT

Laura Wade opened the door of her cabana on the first ring of the bell, and found Pat Johnson standing there in skimpy shorts and halter. "What do you want?"

"To talk," Pat replied. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"

"I've got nothing to talk to you about."

"Oh, I think you do, Laura," the girl said, brushing past the older woman. She seated herself on the sofa and smiled at Laura. "Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"

"Jesus," Laura said in disgust, but fixed them both drinks.

"You've got a pretty cushy deal here," Pat said. "So?"

"So, I'd like in on it."

"Go to hell!" Laura laughed.

"You've got something on Jack, Laura. You share that information with me and I'll tell you how you can even get a little more for yourself."

Suddenly Laura was definitely interested. "How so?" she said, leaning forward.

"I found Millie. She's about to marry some big shot in Miami."

"Good for her."

"Good for us, Laura. This big shot used to spend weekends down here with you."

Laura's eyes narrowed. "I don't get it."

Pat had noticed, as they talked, that Laura's eyes had been devouring her body in the shorts and halter bra. She suddenly realized that the older woman was hot for her.

Well, well, well, the blonde thought, this is going to be easier than I thought.

"What if you were to go tell this rich dude that if he doesn't give you a weekly allotment of loot, you'll tell your daughter that her future husband has been fucking her mother's brains out?"

Laura understood completely. "What makes you think I'd do that to my own daughter?"

"Shit, Laura, who are you trying to kid?"

Pat got up and fixed them another round of drinks. When she handed Laura hers, Pat casually brushed her breasts across the older woman's shoulder. She sensed the shock that ran through Laura's body and knew that her guess was right.

Laura wanted her.

Glass in hand, Pat moved to the sofa across from Laura and sat. She propped one leg up in front of her and threw the other, full length down the cushions. Her pubic mound, its outline clearly definable, bulged invitingly beneath the thin material of her shorts.

"And for the big shot's name, what do you want in return?"

"I want you to share with me what you've got on Jack," Pat replied. "And then...?"

"And then I get a cabana, too. We have a cozy threesome ... you, I and Jack ... all on his money." Pat spoke lazily, rolling the glass across her naked belly, and her tits. It left tiny rivulets of water in its wake.

"Just think, Laura, a weekly allowance to spend, and Jack still pays all your bills."

"It is intriguing," Laura mused. "But I don't think so."

"Are you sure?" Pat smiled. "There will be other compensations ... for both of us."

"Like what?" Laura asked innocently, feeling her own cunt twitch in anticipation.

Pat decided that it was time for the second and last step in her plan. She could see that the woman was already on fire, that her body was shaking. It wouldn't take much more, and Pat knew it.

"You see, Laura, the fact is that I love to fuck. I truly love it. I want to have all the cocks I can handle, but not just any cocks. I want big cocks, rich cocks, so I can get any cock I want. I want them shoved clear up in me until I can hardly stand it. I want to feel cum all over me. I want my tits sucked. I want to suck cock. I want to suck pussy. I want to have my pussy sucked. I read somewhere that no man can suck a woman's pussy like another woman. Is that true, Laura?"

The talk of sucking and fucking was driving the older woman out of her mind. Her cunt was rampant with juices flowing down her legs and wetting the back of her dress.

Her voice was shaky when she replied, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

Pat jumped to her feet, walked around the coffee table and stood directly in front of the older woman. She thrust her cunt, the pubic hairs bulging at the front of her shorts, outward nearly into the woman's face.

"You're very beautiful," Laura said, her voice nearly breaking.

"I'm hot, Laura. I think I'd like to take my halter off. But I'm a little embarrassed being naked in front of you."

"You don't have to be," Laura breathed, her tongue flicking from her mouth, yearning to touch the dark-pink aureoles of the young girl's breasts.

"I'll tell you what, Laura. You take your clothes off too. We'll see each other's tits and then I won't be embarrassed."

Pat reached behind her, unsnapped the halter top and let it slide from her arms. The two huge tits leapt forward.

"Oh, God, they're beautiful," Laura sighed as she quickly stripped herself completely naked. Tiny drops of saliva formed at the corners of her mouth as she took her own clothes off, watching Pat at the same time.

Pat was a little surprised at Laura's body. Because of the way the older woman had been dressed, she expected more dumpiness. Laura's breasts were as big or bigger than her own. And, while they did sag a little, there was a soft cushiness about them that made her gasp.

It was Laura's cunt that really gave her a surprise. The only cunts she had thus far seen had been other girls' in the showers at school, most with little more than fuzz to cover the tiny slits in their bodies. Laura Wade truly had the cunt of a woman. Her triangle was huge. Black, curly, matted hair stood out in a full three-inch bulge from her pussy mound.

The other woman's cunt excited Pat so much that she nearly succumbed when Laura's hands reached out for her, trying to grope for her own pussy.

At the last second sanity returned and she lightly tripped her way across the room. "Wait a bit, Laura!"

"Pat! What are you doing? What do you want?"

The woman was almost crying. She was tearing at her body with her hands, mashing her breasts and kneading her thighs together until the slurping caused by her cunt juices oozing into her thighs echoed in the room.

Pat continued as if they were talking over a common business transaction. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, yes, dammit!" Laura cried.

"Good," Pat smiled. "Let's fuck!"

She ran into the bedroom, with Laura close behind her. Once there, the young girl rolled back onto the bed. Gently, she pulled her shorts off and then, still smiling, she reached behind her and carefully slipped her panties up into the crack of her ass. The soft folds of her ass cheeks molded around the material. Then she found the leg bands in the front and slowly pulled them together and up until the strip of cloth covering her crotch no longer covered it but disappeared in between the folds of her already moist pussy. The soft lips of her cunt bulged outward in cushiony, hairy splendor.

It was all Laura could stand. With a cry in her throat she mounted the girl, trying to kiss and fondle all of the tender young body at once.

The older woman was like an aroused animal. She mashed her own huge tits against the girl's, each iron-hard nipple giving heat and fire to another. She ground the bone of her cunt against Pat's clitoris. She wrapped her arms around the girl's buttocks, raising her hips so she could grind her own cunt into her, clit to clit, humping her like a man.

"Oh, Pat, I love it. I love it! Oh, God, you're so beautiful. Oh, shit, I could fuck you so good. I wish I were a man so I could fuck you!"

"Suck me, Laura. Suck my cunt!"

Pat was suddenly caught up in the fires of lesbian sex. Laura slid down a little and die girl caught her head and jammed it farther down until it rested between her widespread thighs.

Just as roughly, Laura used her own hands to tear at Pat's sweet cuntlips, prying them apart wildly until the girl's erect clitoris was directly in front of her watering mouth.

She jammed her chin and her tongue into the mushy hole, groaning in pleasure as Pat's spunk spread across her face.

"Give me you, too! Give me you, too!" Pat screamed clawing at the woman's ample ass and thighs.

Laura eagerly obliged, swinging her body around and dropping her own sopping cunt across Pat's face.

Their bodies clawed at each other. Tongues lapped at cunts. Cunts shoved against tongues and mouths. Hands mashed tits as hips and buttocks thrashed about, entwined, on the bed.

Again and again they came, spewing their juices into each other, until Laura thought it would be impossible to last another second.

But Pat wouldn't let her stop. The girl was getting her first taste of woman-to-woman sex, a new sexual thrill, and she didn't want it to end.

She knew she was going to get what she wanted so, for her, that worry was over. She could now just throw herself into this new sex, just thrill and enjoy as she experienced this new way to achieve total gratification.

The girl squeezed her big tits into thrusting bullets and ran them up and down Laura's gaping cunt slit. Then she thrust them into her own mouth, sucking Laura's pussy juices from them. She was all over the older woman's body, completely satiating both of them in the total, ultimate joy of female sex.

At last they lay side by side, fondling each others' breasts.

"Well?" Pat said.

"You first," Laura replied, satiated now and thinking straight again.

"The big shot in Miami that Millie's going to marry is Ron Burton."

Laura smiled. Pat had been right. This should be worth quite a few bucks. Without any hesitation, she told Pat the whole story about Millie's rape and the signed statements she had from female employees at the Seaview.

* * * *

Later that evening, back in her room at the Seaview, Pat called Jack Jensen and hinted just enough at what she knew to get him up to her room.

Then she took a shower, thinking about Jack's cock and the times they had spent together. Her body trembled at the memory. He would find a different Pat. She was no longer the whimpering girl who begged for his attention. Now it would be her turn to demand.

A low husky laugh rippled in her throat when, on opening the door, she saw the look on his face. It was a look she wanted to see there, a hunger, feasting on her loveliness. Yes, she would make him forget Laura Wade.

"Don't stand there gaping, come on in," she said.

As Jack stepped through, she shut the door behind him and turned, moving close, her body fitting the contour of his, her mouth a hot fire on his lips. Then she stepped back and away from him.

"I see you obeyed my orders," she said sharply.

"I'm here," he growled. "What the hell is so damn important?"

"You. I wanted you," she laughed throatily.

"I came here for nothing?" he hissed.

Her shrill laugh came tearing at the walls, taunting. "Do you consider what you see nothing? When I'm through with you, you'll sing a different tune!" She twisted, letting the negligee she wore fall open, revealing the high, luscious outthrust of her tits, the flatness of her stomach.

"I don't see anything I haven't seen before," Jack exclaimed. He knew the words sounded trite, but it was all he could think of in an effort to control the desire that burned in his veins. "Are you playing me for a sucker, you cunt? You told me ... "

Her smile stayed but only on her lips. Her eyes were cold. "I want to show you the love I've given you. What do you think it feels like to be thrown over for a tramp?"

"So what?"

"So now it's my turn. I want you, and on my terms. You're going to marry me," Pat snapped. "You're crazy!"

"Am I? Maybe you won't think so when I'm finished. Funny, isn't it? You wouldn't listen when I told you to leave Millie Wade alone. No, you had to prove what a big man you were. You raped her, Jack. And that's not all I've got on you!"

She reached into her purse and threw copies of Laura's statements in his face.

"That cunt!"

"So now we both own you, Jack. I can talk to your daddy just like Laura can."

"Go to hell," he hissed.

"Jesus, Jack, get smart! You think I can't give you as much as she can? Maybe I've learned a few things in Miami. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Damn you," he muttered. It was all he said. She came to him, her body a hot brand, burning against him. He wanted to defy her, tell her to go to hell, but the desire came, mounting in his blood as her mouth found his lips, her tongue a serpent of fire.

Everything went wrong then. Jack Jensen liked to control his women. With Pat, in the past, he always had. Now it was different. She was like a wild woman, a younger Laura Wade. And, like Laura, she took command.

Her laugh erupted from deep in her chest, taunting him into a fury, an anger, a desire to hurt her. She accepted his building violence, his anger, and in doing so surpassed it. The passion rose quickly to a fever pitch, dying almost as fast as it rose.

"Damn you," he muttered for about the tenth time.

Her taunting laugh came in response as she attacked again, driving, torturing him into a new fever, a new frenzy of hot, entangled limb-to-limb weld.

"Get your clothes off, you ass-hole," Pat hissed, "and I'll give you the fuck of your life!"

Jack ripped at his clothes until he was as naked as she, his dick a throbbing spear in front of his groin.

Pat moved into him and found his lips with hers. They were moist and welcomingly parted. Her tongue glided effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until it found his tongue. Quick, darting movements, thrust of a tongue against a tongue heightened the passion already alive in their bodies.

Then Pat slowed her tongue. With it she struck up a deliberate tempo, in and out of his mouth. Her tongue became a cock, fucking his mouth, hotly suggestive of what she wanted him to do with the real thing.

Jack's body shuddered with anticipation. He dropped his hand to her knee and moved it upward, between her smooth, silky thighs until he came to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers found their way between the wiry hair and oozing lips.

Pat shivered visibly at his touch. She felt the bud of her clit stiffening under his massaging thumb while a longer finger ran along the moist, warm slit. He didn't shove his fingers into her cunt. He wormed them in smoothly and more gently.

Pat could feel her legs shaking with the anticipation of his cock skewering her pussy. She reached between her legs and traced the long, hard line of his throbbing dick with the softness of her fingers.

They moved together and fell down on the soft sofa.

"Let me see you," she whispered, turning him toward the light from the window. "I want to see your big, beautiful cock."

Her voice was husky with need and desire. She held his big prick in the light. Her fingers slowly massaged the folds of foreskin back and forth over the bulging head. She could feel the blood throbbing vigorously under her hand in the shaft of his prick. Tiny drops of clear fluid began to seep from the eye in the cockhead. They smeared wetly against her fingers.

She moved closer to him on the sofa. They kissed again, a lingering, tongue-lashing kiss that said what their bodies were repeating. They were flesh against flesh and their tongues were speaking in the language of sex.

Yes, Pat mused as she ground her naked body against his, it was getting more and more as it should be.

"You're hard ... so hard," she moaned.

"I'm hard for you," Jack breathed.

"I want you!" she gasped. "I want to feel all of this pounding inside me, ripping and tearing me apart!" She groaned again, squeezing his prick hard in her hand.

"Good ... oh, God, that feels good," he hissed as he cupped and kneaded her big, fleshy tits.

Then Pat started talking in a low, sultry voice. She talked of love and sex. Her words became a jumble as her head moved down, down his body. It hesitated at his crotch. Jack stiffened, then relaxed in the sudden surrounding of her warm, tender lips and her darting tongue.

The skin on his cock seemed to tighten. She opened his legs and stared as his prick pointed directly up at her face. She felt his hands on the back of her head.

"I ... I think I'm gonna come ... come right now in your mouth!" he gasped.

She let his cock slip from between her fingers. "No," she said. "I almost wanted you to ... I mean, shoot right there in my mouth. But I want it in my pussy too much. I want you there, right there in my cunt. Feel it? See how wet and ready I am?"

His hand moved to her cunt. He felt its moist warmth and the seepage between the hairy lips. "Yeah," was all he could say.

"Give me pleasure, Jack. I want it so much," she sighed. "Suck it some first. Kneel down and suck my cunt! Yes, yes, your tongue there! Now scrape it across my clit. Oh, shit, it's good! Your fucking tongue is wonderful! My pussy is running over with juices!"

With his fingers, Jack moved the tiny nub of her clit up and down, mashing, pinching the button between his thumb and index finger. His tongue was driving inside her gooey cuntal lips with all the force he could muster.

Pat's legs trembled. She put her hands on his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into the hard muscle and flesh they found there. It seemed to spur him on to tongue-fuck her even harder. Her tits rubbed against each other as she squeezed them together with her arms.

"More, give me more ... give me all of it!" she squealed.

His hands pushed at the tender inner part of her thighs, spreading her legs even wider apart. He mashed his face into the V they formed. With his tongue he savored her musk and sucked the juices into his throat that seeped from her lower lips.

Pat's belly rotated at the rhythm of his tongue. With her fingers placed just above the hairy slit, she stretched her cunt lips, showing him the glistening flesh of her inner cunt.

He groaned in response and ran his sharp tongue over the moist folds. He loved it and the hard tip of his cock-like tongue told her so. She cried out in sheer ecstasy. Her thighs did a wild dance, up and down, slamming, spreading. Her whole body convulsed in passion as the cheeks of her ass bounced in his hands.

"I want it ... I want your cock now! GIVE IT TO ME!"

"You take it, baby, any way you want it!" Jack bellowed.

Pat flipped her body to her knees before him and savagely pushed him back on the sofa. His cock stood like a huge pole above his hairy groin.

She moved over him and then slowly down, her wet thighs and hips just above his trembling cock. Lower and lower she went, slowly down. Then she touched his body. Then she rested on him, twisting so that her buttocks rubbed hotly against his raised thighs. The hot juices from her cunt spread over his cock, his balls, and his upper thighs.

"It's ready for you ... I'm ready for you," he groaned, breathing in great gasps.

"And I'll take it," she said, her eyes watching his huge prick hover just beneath her cunt lips. She gently caressed the interior of her slit with the thick prickhead. Then her hips came down, guiding her gushing crevice until she slid over his meat. Her cunt clutched his throbbing pole inside her.

"You ... you're taking the whole fucking thing in one go!" he gasped. "Oh, shit ... it's goddam good!"

"Yes!" she gasped back. "It's so good! God, your big cockhead is tearing me up inside! It's beautiful! Hunch up with your hips. Drive it clear up into my fucking belly! Harder! Harder, you fucker! FUCK ME!"

Jack's hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her back and forth against him. His dick was buried to his balls inside her sopping wet hole. His balls slapped upward in rhythm against her ass-hole as he hunched up into her cunt with all the lust and power in his body.

"Ohhhh, God, it's fantastic ... the best!" Pat gasped, hardly able to breathe the words.

Then his giant cockhead seemed to swell inside her. It threw her into fits of passion. She was beside herself. She couldn't control her thrashing, squirming body. She almost rolled off him twice. Her breathing was labored and shallow as she drove her cunt with ever-increasing force over his prick.

"My cunt's on fire ... oh, Jesus, it's never been so good!"

"Let me ... let me on top!" Jack gasped. "So I can pound it into you! I love to do that!"

"Yes, yes!" Pat raised her cunt with a slurping sound from his cock. He raised his body, rolling at the same time, and came above her.

She slipped beneath him and encircled his slick, throbbing prick with her hand. It burned like a hot poker in her fist in anticipation of re-entering her equally inflamed cunt. Tightly grasping the hard shaft of cockmeat, she threw her legs wide and thrust the huge head against her gaping cuntal entrance.

"FILL ME WITH IT!" she screeched.

Jack lunged forward and his mammoth cockhead bored into her juicy hole. It served to push her even closer to the brink of sexual madness.

He paused for a second as if he were about to come. Pat snaked her legs up and around his back, then shoved her heels into his buttocks with such a force that his prick drove even farther up into her belly.

Their bodies, totally locked now, slapped together. As he lunged, she thrust her cunt and hips sharply upward.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh, how good it is! How good it feels! Stab me with your meat, darling! Stab me with your magnificent cock! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Damn you, damn your cock, fuck me all the way with it!"

"You're gettin' it, baby," Jack growled. "Shut up and take it!"

"Fuck me, you goddam bastard! Give me more ... more cock! Harder, harder, oh shit, you son of a bitch, feed me your cock!"

She was driving him out of his mind. He fucked her harder, faster, almost until his balls hurt from the tremendous pounding they were giving her ass-hole. And still she demanded more as his prick lashed in and out of her like a battering ram. He was bucking now like a maddened stud horse, trying to satisfy her demands.

He could feel her heat and knew he was searing her cunt with his meat, tearing it as they both wildly, wantonly strived for a release.

"More ... more ... MORE! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Pat kept screaming.

"AU right, you cunt," Jack muttered, sweat .dripping off his chin onto her huge tits. "You want more ... take this!"

He rammed two fingers up her ass-hole while he continued to pound everything but his baUs into her cunt.

"Yes ... yes," she gasped. "That's better ... that's good! FiU me, you fucker, fiU every hole!"

"C'mon, you cunt ... fuck me, fuck me back! Give your pussy to me! Give me that cunt, you whore bitch! Fuck my cock, fuck it ... FUCK IT!"

Now his mind was as inflamed and as crazy as hers. He grabbed her by the hair with both hands and, with every forward thrust of his cock, banged her head into the sofa.

And then, as if in answer to some pagan prayer, their juices bubbled, boiled over, and they came. Their come racked their senses. Their thrashing, quivering, sweating bodies locked in a last gasp as their organs pumped juices from their bodies and he slumped across her.

Pat closed her eyes and panted, going still faster, gaining on her own come as she continued to fuck up against Jack's inert body. At last she screamed through the final spasm of her climax. His deflating cock shot a final spurt of jism into her while the last, violent wave of release shook her from head to toe.

When it was over, she whispered huskily, "Good? As good as she is? Admit it, damn you!"

"You're a devil," he muttered.

"I told you I've learned a few things in Miami," she sneered. "Ironic, isn't it, admitting to a man you're going to marry that there have been others?"

Getting up, Pat walked across the room and mixed herself a drink. There was no shame in her nakedness. Jack looked at her, and in her saw Laura. She was no better. She had him where she wanted him and he couldn't escape. It was a cruel twist of fate. There was a cruel, brazen coldness in her next words, too.

"Funny, Jack. I once thought I loved you, that you were the only one. Now, I don't give a damn if you go to bed with Laura or anyone else. You might as well, because I have no intention of curtailing my friends after we're married."

Jack felt a vomit forming in his stomach. He fought for control and found it. "And Laura? Suppose she objects to your little arrangement?" he sneered.

"That's your problem," Pat snapped. "I doubt if-she will do anything. Damn it, Millie is her daughter."

"You don't know Laura. I think maybe I'll take my chances. Marrying you might be worse than what I have now," he said, pushing a defiance at her.

It didn't work. She just laughed in his face. "Maybe I don't know her, Jack, but I do know you. You haven't the guts to face it. You'll marry me because there isn't any other way out for you." Her voice was full of the deepest contempt.

"When?" he said, admitting to her taunt.

"We'll get the license Monday. There's a three day wait." She set down her glass and came to him on the sofa. "Now, make like you're a husband. Let's see just how good a man I'm getting."

"You don't have any morals, do you?" he hissed.

Pat laughed heartily. "I'd hardly say you were one to talk! So I'm going to be the immoral Mrs. Jensen ... sounds like a good title for a movie, doesn't it?"

His cock curled long and fat, down between his legs. She reached and took it in her hand. He stirred, but remained oblivious. She ran her thumb along the fat crown, sliding her nail around the ridge. With her other hand she kneaded the huge balls, moving them around in the soft sac.

"What are you doing?"

"What the hell do you think I'm doing, ass-hole?" Pat giggled. "I'm getting you up again!"

Slowly the staff grew in her fist. Bigger and bigger it got. It swelled, stretching her fingers. The tiny eye in the blood-engorged head winked at her, or seemed to, as she squeezed and released the head.

The shaft itself grew to a point where she found it impossible to touch her thumb and forefinger around it. Still it grew as she massaged harder and harder. She fisted the staff and found that she couldn't touch her fingers around that.

"Jesus," she exclaimed in a hushed voice.

Power and contempt, she thought, staring raptly at the head bobbing above her hands, directly in front of her face.

Quickly she swung her body over his.

"Oh, God, again?" Jack groaned.

"Again, you bastard ... and again and again and again!" , She ran the head back and forth along her slit, well lubricating its throbbing glans. Then she lowered her hips, using both her hands to hold the gigantic staff erect beneath her. The knob caressed her folds and she felt pain for the first time as just a part of the head pierced her cunt.

Harder and harder she worked, moving her hips in a circular arc, straining to take more and more of the powerful tool up inside her sucking channel. She could feel the flowing juices from her cunt pour across her hands where they held his cock in place.

"Jesus, what a cock. What a cock!" she moaned, as inch by inch the huge hunk of meat slithered into her sheath.

It was only half inside her, but she could feel that the walls of her pussy were stretched to bursting. With one tremendous effort she threw her weight downward, taking all his cock up her until she thought it would tear clear through her insides and wend its throbbing way out through her throat.

She stopped momentarily, letting the first surge of pain subside. Then, slowly and deliberately, she began to move around, up, down, milking and pulling, twisting his prick inside her.

Then he was all inside her, miles inside her, and her clitoris was stretched and pulled back inside her folds because of it. The tiny cock rubbed deliriously along the top of his larger one.

The cavern of her cunt had never experienced such a feeling. Her tits shook and slapped together as her whole body became a seething mass of unbridled lust and passion.

Her body sang and her hips danced as she pulled his cock ever deeper into her channel. Beneath her, even in his groggy state, Jack's body began moving, matching her rhythms, surging upward .to thrust his cock far inside her and fill her grasping, hungry cunt.

Pat's mind seemed to glaze over, the sexual pressure of his prick inside her driving out everything but the stark flush of lust.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Do you like my cunt, you bastard? Do you like the fucking that I'm giving you?"

"Yes," he sighed, almost incoherently. "It's good. So good."

She laughed and strained harder over him. She arched her back with each thrust, hardening her ass, fucking his meat with perfect timing. Her body boiled as her tits tingled and bounced in joy. Her loins and belly rippled as her come surged through every pore and fiber.

Then, completely spent, for the first time in her life, she rolled from him. His cock was still throbbing and his balls shook with their unreleased fluid. He was in agony and she knew it.

"No ... no, don't stop! Please, please, don't stop now!" he groaned.

He reached down and began jerking his cock, trying to give himself some kind of relief from the burning fires she had started but refused to extinguish in his body.

"Don't stop, not now," he continued. "God, you've never been so good. Please, don't quit now!"

Pat looked at the huge cock that had just completely satisfied her. "You can go finish it off with Laura, or one of the maids or waitresses. I'll call when I need it again."

NINE

Ron Burton didn't know why Laura Wade, an old whore he'd screwed months before in Spider Key, should look him up, but he told his secretary to let her in.

There was some chit-chat, and then Laura dropped her bomb. "I understand you're going to marry a girl named Millie Collins, Ron."

"That's right." He gave her a curious look, studying her face, a face that held a beauty despite the hardness, despite the make-up that was too heavy.

"Do you know who I am, Ron?" she asked.

Ron shook his head. "No, should I?"

She smiled slightly. "I'm Laura Collins Wade, Millie's mother."

"I'd never have suspected."

Laura laughed more openly. "I can understand that. I was young when Millie was born."

"I wasn't referring to your age, Laura," Ron said evenly.

An angry flash came into her eyes. "I'm not good enough to be your precious wife's mother, that it? Just what has she told you about me? I know a few things that might shake you."

"I doubt that," he retorted. "Millie told me nothing about you."

"Oh? How'd you like me to tell her about us? I know my daughter. I wonder how she would feel going to bed with you every night knowing you had screwed her mother for a year."

"You bitch."

"A woman has to look out for herself," she defended.

"At the expense of her own flesh and blood?" Ron snapped sarcastically. After a pause, he said, "Have you been to see Millie?"

Laura shook her head. "I didn't think it would be wise. There isn't much love between my daughter and me."

Ron lit his pipe, deliberately taking his time to get it drawing well. When he looked up again, his eyes held a cold look devoid of emotion. "I assume in that case that your reason for coming is money."

"I didn't want to come. It's just that things haven't been going so well lately."

"In your profession, age has a way of creeping up, is that it?"

Her face flushed angrily. "I hope you aren't forgetting I am Millie's mother!"

'I'd like to. Why don't you just go back to Spider Key and forget the whole thing, Laura? There's nothing for you here."

"What kind of a fool do you take me for?" Laura hissed angrily. "If the newspapers ever got wind of it, they'd make you a laughing stock. You have more to lose than I have. I know you're smart enough to have figured that out. As to why I'm here, you were right the first time. It is money."

Ron pulled at his pipe and continued to stare at her. He felt sick. God, how could such a woman ever have mothered Millie?

Laura smiled, mistaking his stare for something else. "I have to give Millie credit, she did get herself a damn good-looking man."

"Thanks."

"You and I should see more of each other," she smirked.

Ron felt a vomit erupting in his stomach. The sight of her face was a sickness. "Why does the good Lord allow sluts like you to exist?" he blazed.

Her eyes flashed. "Because of men, all kinds of men, Ron ... your kind included. Now, just how much do you think you can afford to keep my mouth shut?"

"I shouldn't give you a cent."

Laura smiled. "But you will because you know I mean business. I don't have a damn thing to lose and you know it."

Ron stared at her. His stomach crawled. It took an effort to control the anger that welled inside. "It doesn't matter to you that Millie is your daughter, does it?"

"I think it's much more important that she's your wife. The point is, how much is it worth to you to have a beautiful young wife? Men are all alike. Don't get the idea you are any better than the rest.""

"How much?" Ron hissed. He wanted it settled. He wanted her out of his office, out of his sight.

She shrugged. "My apartment is $400 a month. I like nice things."

"Four hundred a month. I'll have my lawyer see that you get a check." He paused a minute. "One condition. You don't bother Millie, and you don't get any ideas of trying blackmail for more. I can only be pushed so far, that understood?"

"Millie won't know I'm alive," Laura agreed.

Hon sat staring at the blotter on his desk for a long time after she left. What was the matter with him, he thought. Ten years ago, he'd have told her to go to hell and fought her every inch of the way. Now, he was a tired man taking the easy way. Maybe it was just as well. The money meant nothing. He had plenty. With the decision, he called his lawyer and told him what he wanted done.

* * * *

Once out of Miami traffic, Millie opened the car up, traveling perhaps a little faster than was safe on the wet, slick pavement. Fortunately, the rain was over. Millie didn't seem to notice or care about the needle pushing toward seventy. Her first awareness came when the sound of a siren cut through her thoughts.

The officer was curtly courteous. "I'm aware, Miss, that there isn't much traffic, but you were doing seventy. It isn't safe on this pavement. Why try to kill yourself? You'll get there. Wherever you're going, I'm sure it will still be there."

Millie offered him a smile. "I'm sorry, officer, I guess I just wasn't thinking."

He frowned. "People who don't think sometimes end up on a slab, Miss. I should give you a ticket. This time I'm letting you go with a warning." He tipped his hat and went back to his motorcycle.

Millie watched him turn and head back up the highway. She started the motor again. It was funny that he should say, "The place you're going to will still be there." Yes, it would, and so would the memories. Maybe she was crazy to go back to Spider Key, back to where it all started so long ago.

Hours later, the road took on a familiarity as she neared the Key. She passed the big sign announcing the outskirts and the population.

Memories flooded her mind as she turned on to her street. The big trees were there, greening with new foliage, casting shadows over the walks and part of the street.

She parked in front of her mother's house and sat for a long time behind the wheel. Now that she was here, she wondered why she had come.

A tired looking old woman answered the door to her knock.

"I'm looking for Mrs. Wade," Millie said. "She doesn't live here."

"But this is her house."

"Not no more. I bought it from her. This is my house," the old woman said belligerently.

"Do you know where she lives now?" Millie asked, stunned.

"Why?"

"Because I want to see her. I'm her daughter."

A contemptuous look came over the woman's face, one she didn't try to conceal. "She lives out at the beach. I don't know where."

"Thank you."

Millie got back into her car and turned around. Things were the same. The contempt on the woman's face had made that clear.

An hour later, Millie turned in at The Seaview. A bellhop opened her car door and offered a smile of greeting.

"My bags are in the back seat."

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned.

Millie didn't recognize the clerk. Obviously, he didn't know who she was either, giving only a perfunctory glance at her signature on the register. The same bellhop escorted her to the elevator and her suite of rooms on the third floor. His grin became a little more pronounced when she gave him a big tip.

Inside, she afforded herself a little ironic laugh. How many centuries ago was it that she had received a tip at The Sea view and wondered how nice it was to be able to hand it out so freely. Now, the shoe was on the other foot. She was a guest, and from Miami.

She glanced around at the luxury of the suite. She hadn't even bothered to ask the cost. Crossing to the bath, she undressed and dawdled under a hot shower for a long time.

It was seven when she went downstairs and entered the big dining room. She let her gaze take hi the room. A goodly number of people were eating, but they were all strangers. Millie looked for some familiar faces. There were none.

She walked out to the pool. There were two or three people in the water. Alongside, another half dozen were drinking. She gave a quick look toward the outside bar and the waitress stand. Neither of the waitresses were familiar, and the man behind the bar wasn't Tommy. Maybe they had worked earlier, she thought to herself. Then she thought, why should I even care? Her life wasn't connected with them anymore.

As if the thought were inherent, Tommy Peterson suddenly was standing next to her, grinning. "Well, I'll be, Millie. Where the devil did you drop from?"

"Hello, Tommy," she said.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered.

"Yes, I suppose so."

She followed him inside to the bar.

"You sure look like a million bucks. I hear you hit it rich in Miami," he said, then flushed. "Shit, I put my foot in again, Millie. I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

"If you mean did I find a rich man, Tommy, yes, I guess I did. Did Pat tell you?"

"I ... I don't know where I heard it," he said evasively.

"Tommy, where's my mother?"

"Your mother? Gee, I don't know, Millie."

God, Millie thought, will I ever find her?

* * * *

Laura spotted the marriage notice in the paper when she returned to Spider Key from Miami.

"That bitch! That cunt!" she raged. "She didn't say she was going to marry him!"

Laura tore the paper to shreds in her anger. Just who in hell did he think he was, she told herself. Was he fool enough to think she'd stand by and let him get away with it?

Her anger kept building as she waited for him. He wouldn't dare not to come in answer to her message.

The moment he entered her cabana, she cried, "You bastard! You dirty bastard!"

Jack forced a laugh. "I had to do it."

"You had to do it," she mimicked. "Why don't you tell the truth? You wanted someone younger.

I'm not good enough for you. That's it, isn't it?"

His hand caught her across the face, leaving an angry red welt. "That's enough of that. Damn you, now you'll listen!" Then he told her, blazed the words, the accusations, the whole rotten mess.

A sneer curled Laura's lips when he finished. "And you call yourself a man."

"What the hell would you expect me to do?" he snarled.

"Just what you did, darling, because your skin comes first, and always has," Pat said from the doorway.

"What's she doing here?" Laura snapped. "To make it cozy, Laura. Just the three of us, real nice and cozy."

"Get out!" Laura cried.

"Oh, no," Pat grinned. "First we have to get a few things straight. Number one, your honeymoon is over. Now, it's my turn. From here on Out, you go back to Judge Jensen and the rest of your stable. You earn your own way. I don't have any intention of letting my husband's money keep you in clover any more."

Laura made a lunge at her. Jack caught her just in time. "Damn it, cut it out! That won't prove anything!"

"He's right, Laura," Pat hissed. "Maybe I'm giving you the wrong impression. I don't want him, not really. It's only the things he can give me. I don't even give a damn if he goes to bed with you."

Laura took a deep breath. "So where do we go from here?"

"Hell," Pat laughed, removing her clothes, "I'll keep my part of the bargain. Jack's got enough cock to go around. Let's all fuck!"

"Fair enough!" Laura grinned, removing her own clothes.

"The bed!" Pat croaked.

They had barely reached the bed when Laura shoved her head between Pat's thighs and parted the glued-up lips of the girl's cunt with her tongue.

Pat twisted Laura's body around until she, too, could taste the delights of the other female's pussy.

They rolled around on the bed, stroking and sucking each other until they heard a sound and realized that Jack had followed them into the bedroom. They had forgotten all about him.

Pat finally tore herself away from Laura's delightful cunt and rolled over. She looked down between the massive globes of her own breasts and saw him naked at the foot of the bed. She watched the swollen red tip of his cock swell again and again from the center of his fist as he pumped it.

"My God," Jack moaned, "I've never seen anything so wild."

"That's just the beginning, lover," Laura hissed, as she crawled to the "foot of the bed and started sucking his giant prick. She ran her tongue lovingly around the bulbous head, down the upper side of the shaft, and then back outward along the rigid sperm tube on the underside. He took her head in his hands and savagely wrenched her head around until he could jam his meat, in one swift, hard thrust, far down her willing throat. The woman gagged but responded at once by bobbing her head up and down on his prick in time with his shoving hips.

"That's it, baby. That's the way to suck me," Jack groaned, his eyes half closed in rapture. "Just get it good and wet, 'cause I've got a special place for it!"

Through the haze of sex that surrounded the room, Pat remembered the needs of her own body. "Jack . ... "

"Yeah."

"Me first!"

"Yeah," he grunted. "Turn over on your hands and knees!"

He took his cock out of Laura's sucking mouth and crawled up on the bed.

"Just relax your ass, honey," he growled to Pat, nudging her anus with his hard prickhead. "Relax it just like you relax your pussy."

She did as he asked and marveled with surprise when she felt the bone-hard head of his cock slide easily into the rear hole. He had lubricated it well enough with Laura's saliva and juices from Pat's cunt before entering the anal channel. Farther and farther he slid it up the hole, until she could feel his hairy pubis nestled between the cheeks of her ass.

"There it is, baby. You got all my dick in your ass. Is it good?"

"Oh, shit, yes!" Pat squealed, her eyes wide, her body jerking against him.

Jack began moving his hips, sliding the full length of his massive tool in and out of her ass-hole in long, pulsing strokes.

"Beautiful," Laura moaned as she slithered her head beneath Pat's body and between her knees. "You're a beautiful cunt, Pat."

She shoved two pillows under the girl's wriggling ass, raising her cunt up so that she could taste the flow of juices from its pink lips. She looked up and sighed when she saw Pat's luscious pussy just above her. It was covered completely by soft blonde hair. Where the hair parted she could see the dark folds of her cunt move in time with the strokes of Jack's cock as it rammed in and out of the ass-hole directly above the gaping slit.

Laura raised her face, lapped at Pat's throbbing clitoris, and then buried her nose in the soaking channel. She tongued the wet folds and used her lips like a suction cup on Pat's clit.

Pat screamed in joy at the double stimulation of Laura's hot mouth in her cunt and Jack's long, thrusting cock in her ass.

On and on they went, Jack reaming Pat's ass-hole while the two girls ate each other until all three of them exploded in bliss. They rested for just a few minutes and then Pat and Laura changed places and they started in again.

Then, with Laura resting, Pat played with Jack's dick until she got it up again. She was about to mount him from the top, when he stopped her.

"No," he said, reaching under her arms and pulling her upward until her tits were dangling just above his chest. "Run your jugs around my chest a little. Yeah, like that. Just tickle me with the nipples."

She propped herself above him until just her nipples floated across the hair on his chest, leaving waves of sensuality coursing through both their bodies in their wake. She revolved the upper part of her body in ever-increasing circles as she moved, skin to skin, lower and lower on his body.

A tiny, continuous trickle of cum oozed from the head of his cock as her body ran across it. He traced patterns with it on the inside of her thighs, her pussy, her belly, and, at last, her tits. Pat squeezed her full breasts around it when she was low enough so he could hump his prick between them. She bent her head and licked greedily at the tip of his cock. It caused the saliva to overflow in her mouth and dribble out in streams over his prick and hairy belly.

His cock seemed to continually come in tiny spurts that would flow all over their bodies, or down her throat, or up her cunt. His huge sac never seemed to empty, and his cock, she would find out, could stay hard for hours.

"Now! NOW!" he groaned, his eyes narrowing to two needle points of desire as he reached with his hands and jammed her mouth roughly over the head of his dick "Work on it, you cunt! Suck it!"

Pat groaned herself and sucked even harder on his throbbing tool as she felt the stream of hot fluid flow down her throat. It excited her, made her pussy stream with juice, and drove her on and on to satisfy his wildest desires.

She moved a little lower, spread his legs and paused with just the oozing head of his dick poised in her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly around him so great globs of saliva and cum could stream down around the hard staff. While she did this she worked her hands around and around on his cock until they and the staff were suck.

At the same time, she placed three fingers against his pulsating ass-hole. Slowly, she lowered her head over his meat until about one-third of it was in her face.

Then everything happened at once. She shoved full length up his ass, causing him to groan in ecstasy and lunge upward with his hips. She drove her head downward at the same time, impaling her face and throat with the full length of his shaft.

At once, great globs of his cum spurted from his throbbing staff, washing her throat as they slithered down to her belly. The more she jabbed his ass-hole with her fingers, the more his prick would give forth with its milky, steaming liquid.

When his streams of jism became a trickle, Pat rolled to her side and let him slowly fuck her face while she removed her fingers from his ass and inserted them into her cunt. She matched his rhythms until her cunt felt as though it was literally on fire from the pulsing friction.

He was still rock hard, and ready again.

"My turn now!" Laura chirped from beside them, getting back into the action and lifting herself to her knees over Jack's cock. She swung her leg over his body and straddled his hips.

"Yeah, fuck him, Laura!" Pat cried. "FUCK HIS DICK OFF!"

"Oh, I'm gonna, honey!" the woman screeched. "I want all of that meat in my cunt!"

The soft, rubbery lips of her pussy were wet and yawning open. They seemed to grab at him, drawing him upward until the tip of his prick was nestling directly in her cuntal opening.

"It's hard for you, baby," Jack sighed, smiling up at her swaying tits.

"Then fuck me with it!" she hissed.

He thrust upward with his hips as she settled downward. In only three thrusts he was buried inside her, balls deep, their pubic hair meshing as she ground the softness of her ass cheeks and the hardness of her pelvic bone against him. She oohed and ahhed. She loved the sounds of fucking, the slurping action of her cunt as she took his big dick, the smacking sound of their bodies coming together in mutual joy.

Tiny groans of passionate pleasure erupted from both of them as she leaned far back, drawing his fat cock out of her passage until only the purple knob remained embedded between her pulpy folds.

"It's big, ain't it, honey?" Jack said, obviously proud of his meat. "You like it? You like how big it is?"

"It's big enough," Laura said, tired of listening to his bullshit. She jammed herself forward and down, burying the stiff rod far back in her cunt. Then she proceeded to startle him by giving him the fuck of his life.

She repeated the in and out action again and again, growling and voicing curses of sexual abandon. Her body became a juggernaut of frenzied activity as she writhed on the mammoth pole, caressing and battering it against the far inside walls of her clasping, demanding pussy.

Laura was loving every inch of it, reveling in the man's lust and matching it with her own. Her back was arched, her head flailed from side to side, her lips were parted in ecstasy as Jack's meat reamed in and out of her body.

"Oh, it's good, good, good!" she chanted, using the force of her own hands on her hips to drive them downward to meet the force of his cock thrusts. "Oh, shit, feed it to me! Ram it into me! Give me all your cock, you bastard!"

Somehow, with almost the strength of a man, she grasped his hips with her knees and flipped both their bodies. He was amazed at her agility and strength as he suddenly found himself on top of her.

She wrapped her legs in a tight scissors grip around his hips. Now, instead of proudly displaying his prowess, the size of his cock, and his supposed super-stud image, Jack was panting and hanging onto this wild mass of flesh beneath him with all his power.

He slipped out.

"Stick it in there, dammit!" Laura hissed between tightly clenched teeth. "Move! Get your cock clear up my motherfucking cunt!"

"Holy ... Jesus ... Christ!" Jack cried in sheer exultation as he felt his hot cock trapped in the gooey mass of her pounding, clutching cunt.

She grinned, delighted at the look approaching terror on his face. She pulled his face down and kissed him.

His eager hands sought the pillows of her tits. They quivered to the tempo of his grinding cock deep in her body. He clutched them and fondled them and slobbered over them with his lips.

"Suck and play with the nipples!" she demanded. "Fuck! Oh, fuck harder! Pound my pussy!" She rolled her hips harder, vibrating her pelvis as she locked him even tighter in the grip of her strong thighs.

She had surpassed him in need. He groaned, the sound rattling deep in his chest and vibrating from his raspy throat. His only desire was to he motionless, perhaps for the rest of his life, with his cock in her pussy. But her hunger was greater. She clamped her cunt around the rod of his cock and made her cunt its second skin. In seconds it seemed to him that her cunt was moving in a dozen different directions all at the same time.

"Move it!" Laura shouted. "Dammit, MOVE IT!"

He fucked her in hard, straight strokes, going deeper each time, his prick feeling as though it would have to come out her throat with each succeeding thrust.

She started to scream something at him again, but the sound stopped in her throat. Her body went rigid and her face twisted as her lips pulled back from her teeth.

Jack almost stopped when he saw the strange way her face had contorted, but she urged him on, her hips banging against him at an even more furious pace.

He cried out as his cock began pumping, shooting off spurts of hot cum in her clutching cunt.

Laura, too, felt the searing, wondering, hot sensation of orgasm rippling through her body. She settled her cunt clear over his cock so she could rock back and forth with her clitoris hard against his pubic bone and the top of his meat. She brought herself even higher with her action.

She cried out, unable to contain her mounting frenzy as she changed the technique of pressure against her throbbing little button. She moaned, clutching him so tightly that her fingernails dug deeply into his flesh.

As the spasms subsided, she felt his weight settle down over her. She shook him. It did no good at all. He had fallen asleep right after finishing his come.

Laura eased herself out from under him and rolled her head between Pat's thighs.

"Yeah, Laura, honey, suck me," Pat smiled. "Then we'll go out and find us a real man until ol' super-stud here wakes up again!"



TEN

Susan Duncan came out of the shower at the sound of the front door chimes.

"Who is it?"

"Ron Burton."

"Door's open. Come on in," Susan called. When she heard the door she added, "Make yourself at home. Be out in a minute." She trembled, reaching for her negligee. She had invited him once. Why else was he here? So maybe he had a fight with Millie. She ran a comb through her hair and applied some make-up. She hesitated at the door, fighting for composure. A real man, all man. was in the next room. The desire welled.

Ron stared at her when she came out. She was too damn obvious.

Susan smiled and asked huskily, "Something you want, Ron?"

"Yeah," he grunted. Damn it, he was having trouble pulling his eyes away.

"Well?"

"Millie left for somewhere. I was wondering if she told you where she was going," he said. To himself, he was thinking, damn her, and that negligee!

"I haven't talked to Millie in almost a week, Ron. Can I fix you a drink?"

He lit a cigarette and nodded. He watched her cross the room, the outline of her thighs a sensuous movement under the negligee that was next to nothing as a cover.

Susan came back to him with two glasses. When she leaned forward, her dressing gown opened. Whether it was by accident or on purpose was of no importance at the moment. Ron stared at her huge tits and felt his blood race. Damn it, he was only human.

"I have to find her," he said, but the conviction wasn't as pronounced.

"Not at the moment, do you?" Susan laughed softly.

"You're supposed to be her friend," he evaded. "Just what are you trying to prove?"

"Maybe nothing, Ron, maybe a great deal. Being Millie's friend doesn't prevent me from being a woman, does it?"

She was too close now, easing down beside him on the sofa, her leg touching his.

"Millie wouldn't have to know," she whispered.

"But I'd know," he growled, and got up fast.

Anger flashed in her eyes. "I'm not your type, is that it? Not good enough for the big lawyer?"

Ron stared at her. "I'm no saint, Susan. You're a damn good looking woman."

"Well then?" she laughed.

"So if I take you to bed, what will it prove? We'll both get a fast thrill, then what?"

Susan gathered her negligee together. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Been a heel, haven't I? Hell of a friend to Millie. Try to steal her man when she isn't here. Damn, but I'm sure getting soft though." She finished her drink in two swallows.

"I'm sorry, Susan," Ron said.

" You're sorry," she laughed bitterly. "Maybe you think I'm not? I wish to hell I could find a man like you. You can bet a good buck I wouldn't act like Millie!"

"You don't know where she is?"

She shrugged. "Not for sure. I'd guess though that she might have gone home. I can't think of any place else she'd go."

"Would home be where her mother is?"

Susan looked up quickly. "You know about her mother?"

Ron nodded. "I know only too well."

He made for the door. He knew Millie's mother's address in Spider Key. That was where his lawyer had sent the first blackmail check.

* * * *

Millie stared at Laura. The girl now knew everything, even about the money Ron had been sending her. She had run into a very drunk Pat Johnson-now Pat Jensen-at the Seaview, and Pat had told her everything.

Her mother was smiling, her heavily painted lips a slash of red.

"Everything worked out just fine for you, didn't it, Millie?" Laura sneered.

The words caught at Millie, tearing. In blind anger she struck, hitting her mother with a closed fist.

Laura laughed, the sound rising, smashing at the walls of the room. She made no attempt to stop the trickle of blood easing down her chin from the cut on her lip.

"YOU BITCH!" Millie cried.

And at that precise moment, Ron Burton walked in and found them.

"Well, well, well," Laura said, "if it ain't the big stud lawyer. Did you come down to Spider Key to get some experienced pussy?"

Ron ignored her and turned to Millie. "I have to talk to you."

"It's all right, Ron. I know everything ... and I still love you."

"And I love you," he replied.

"Shit," Laura spat. "You fuck around with him, honey, and you'll end up just like me."

"I love Ron...."

"Bullshit!" Laura said.

" ... and Ron loves me."

"Ron loves your pussy. He'll love any pussy if you shove it in his face."

"You think that because you love any cock!" Millie retorted.

"Oh, is that so? Well, I'll wake you up real good, honey. I'll prove what I'm saying. Show him a pussy and he'll fuck it. You don't believe me? I'll show you!"

Millie could hardly believe her eyes as her mother started taking off her clothes. Slowly, cleverly, the older woman unbuttoned her blouse a button at a time. The deep, full valley of the cleavage between the mammoth tits slowly appeared. Then the blouse was gone and her hands toyed with the zipper on her skirt.

Then the skirt was on the floor and she stood in bra and panties. Millie had to admit that her mother was still attractive. Her hips were fuller and more matronly than Millie's, and there was a roundness to her belly that the younger girl hadn't developed yet.

But for all the shortcomings of age, there was a maturity and an earthiness about her mother that even Millie could sense. She could see that Ron was doing more than sensing it. His cock Was getting steadily harder as Laura disrobed.

"Ron was always a tit man, Millie," her mother grinned. "Watch!" She unsnapped her bra and sUd it from her shoulders. Even Millie had to gasp when the huge mountains of her mother's breasts burst from the confines of the bra. The globes were huge, heavy and round at the bottom and jutting into conical peaks at the nipples. Laura squeezed them together, then moved across to Ron.

He stood like a zombie, his cock rigid now in his pants, and as Laura hefted her creamy-white tits to his face, he bent down and began sucking on one of the luscious globes.

Millie ran to him. "What the hell are you doing?" she cried. "You're a fool! Do you think you can make some kind of contest out of this?" she hissed to her mother.

"That's what it is, isn't it?" Laura said smugly.

"Ron?" the girl implored.

He rolled his head around from Laura's breast and smiled at Millie, nodding subtly to her.

Millie lunged for his trousers and fumbled at his zipper until she had his cock out of his pants.

He left the huge tit and took her into his arms. "Baby," he cooed.

"Fuck me, Ron!" Millie demanded. "Fuck me right now!"

"You fool," Laura hissed. "You goddamn fool!"

Millie slid her hand up the inside of Ron's thigh until she found his balls. "You want to watch, Mother?"

But Laura had already left the room.

Two minutes ago, Millie thought, he would have fucked her. Right there, in front of Millie, Ron would have fucked her mother. Then her mother was right. No ... that was two minutes ago, and this is now, and I've got him.

"Why did you do that?" Millie said.

"Because that kind of action is the only thing your mother understands," he replied.

"Take me back to my room and let's make love."

"I'll do better than that," he said softly.

She put her fingers against the back of his head and forced his lips down to hers. Her tongue darted between his lips, hungrily, needing him to respond.

She felt him pushing her down to the couch, felt his hands moving along her body, caressing her roughly. And then, suddenly, she couldn't be gentle, couldn't wait for him to come to her. Her hand went between them, searching him out, making him need her as much as she needed him.

And she knew he was hers. Hers, for as long as she wanted him. And any way that she wanted him.

Ron's hands clawed at her thighs, pulling them up. Somehow he got her dress off and then her bra and panties. At the same time, Millie managed to push his trousers and shorts down his legs.

She raised her hips to help him. She felt her spine stiffening, thrusting .upward in desire. Her hips moved rhythmically, in the age-old invitation of love.

He cupped her tits with his palms, squeezing them until shivers of pain tore through her. She had never known him to be brutal. But she wanted it now, needed it more than the completion itself.

"You really want me?" he whispered, his hands kneading her luscious tits. "Even after ... everything?"

"Yes, darling ... I want to live with you ... be yours," Millie whispered.

His Ups moved across her belly, burning a path of desire. She caught her breath and pulled her head back, gasping with the thrill of the sensation. She felt his cheek against her flesh. Felt his tongue quivering along her thigh.

He moved to cover her, his body tight and hard against her. He took his huge cock in his hand and directed it toward her slippery, juicy cunt. She was ready to pump away at it. But Ron wanted to take her. He wanted to plunge his dick deep into her cunt. He saw her raging eyes and slammed his big meat down into her. He pulled it out slowly, and then slammed it back into her slippery cunt.

"Come on, darling ... slam it in harder!" she cried, pushing down hard on his back with her heels.

"That's it, baby! C'mon, bang away at my stiff prick," he moaned to her. "Oh, baby. Hump! That's it, sweetheart, fuck! Fuck! Hump harder ... faster! Feel that prick ramming into you ... ohhh, shit!"

Ron came with long jerking movements. He was almost convulsing. Millie followed him by pushing harder on his driving ass cheeks, feeling her pussy creaming around his plunging tool.

"OHHHH, RON, RON, I'M THERE! I'M COMING TOO, DARLING!" she shrieked, lunging her cunt up to meet his thrusts with all the strength in her body.

Somewhere, in the middle of her orgasm, Millie heard the door slam and knew that her mother had left. Laura was gone, for good, and Ron was hers.

* * * *

He didn't pull any punches with Pat, or attempt in any way to deceive her. He told her that all he was interested in was sex, in any way, shape or form that he could get it.

Because of the manner in which he told her, it appeared that he expected some kind of argument from her, or at least a question as to why. He got none. Pat wanted the same thing from him that he thought he was getting exclusively from her.

He told her his views on everything from politics to religion to sex. The latter two he combined.

"My religion is me ... myself," he explained, "and my life. I want to get everything out of it. I want to taste and experience everything."

"Taste and experience everything ... " Pat repeated aloud.

"That's right," he said, smiling and rolling over closer to her nude body in the bed. "But right now I want to taste a little of this!"

"What ... what are you going to do?" she asked as he spread her legs.

"Something I've been meaning to do all week and just haven't gotten around to yet. I'm going to eat your sweet pussy!"

"That's nice," she said, dreamily stroking his gray head as it moved between her thighs.

His warmly wet mouth pressed into the flesh of her smooth belly. The sudden heated contact of his lips sent a chill racing up her spine and her body arched as the eagerly quivering tongue began to probe lower. He lifted her limp, unresisting legs up and draped them back across his shoulders. Instinctively, Pat clasped her ankles around his neck, imprisoning his ears between the naked flesh of her smooth inner thighs as he spread the silken hair of her cunt outward with his thumbs.

Then he flicked his tongue lizard-like into the moist, flowering slit of her throbbing cuntal hole.

She moaned deliriously, unaware now of anything else except the delicious touch of the hotly flicking tongue. She shivered wantonly from the sudden electrifying contact of his wetly quivering flesh against the tiny bud of her clitoris. Her hips began moving, as though with a life of their own, in a lewd motion of screwing ... slowly at first, then faster and faster ... until they were frantically gyrating.

Eagerly grasping his head, she tried to pull his hotly probing tongue up inside her cunt, as her buttocks ground excitedly down against the bed, and low animal moans of wanton delight escaped from her heaving chest. Oh, God! She wanted his tongue shoved deep, deep up into her cunt. She had to have it!

"Sweet, sweet pussy," he groaned in rapture as he leered at the moistly glistening flesh of her pussy. With a slow, torturing, outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the pink pussy lips apart, exposing her gooey slit.

"Take it, lover!" Pat wailed. "Suck my pussy ... suck it good!"

With a deep-throated growl, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his slippery tongue deep into the warm, throbbing walls of her cunt.

Then he levered her long, beautiful legs back and up, until her knees were crushed against her big breasts and the mound of her cunt was high in the air. His tongue wallowed again in her pussy and then darted down and into the puckered ring of her ass-hole.

"OH, SHIT, THAT'S GOOD!" Pat shrieked. "Suck there, too, lover! Bite it, fuck it with your wonderful tongue!" She reached down between her widespread thighs and pulled his head tighter against her ass. Goose bumps quivered across her rippling belly and heaving breasts. Her buttocks jerked up and forward to meet and swallow the wetly thrusting tongue. Spasms of sexual sensations coursed through every nerve in her writhing body.

"Goddamn ... oh, shit, damn!" she screamed. "It's just like a dick in my ass and cunt! Fuck my holes! FUCK 'EM!"

Her aroused body heaved spasmodically and began a slow, abandoned grinding movement upward against his tongue; that heatedly quivering tongue which sent wave after wonderful wave of ecstasy surging through her love-hungry loins.

Nothing existed for the moment but the maddening tongue teasing hotly up into her ass and her own wanton desire which was rapidly building to a peak.

He sensed her need. With a low growl he withdrew his thick, wet tongue, thrusting it once again deep into her wildly throbbing cunt. Soft pubic hairs grazed tantalizingly against his nose and cheeks as she ground her firm white buttocks in a slow, hypnotic rhythm up and down against his face.

Her face contorted as she clenched her eyes shut and bared her teeth in the ecstatic throes of sexual release.

He sank his tongue deeper and deeper into her moistly throbbing pussy, bringing animal mewls of pleasure from deep within her lust-constricted throat.

While his tongue continued to ravage her greedily sucking cunt, he worked his middle finger up into the tiny puckered ring of her ass-hole.

Pat screamed as the unexpected attack sent a violent electric thrill racing uncontrollably throughout her body. And then she was there, the waves of ecstasy breaking over her and leaving her screaming in exaltation.

"I'm here! Oh, God, I'm there, I'm there! I'm coming!"

Her body convulsed beneath his mouth and her insanely quivering thighs fell apart as her head flailed passionately from side to side on the pillow. She bucked and writhed like a dying wild animal.

Wave after wave of exquisitely beautiful sensation continued to break over her, and there was a churning whirl of colors before her glazed eyes. And then it grew gray and dim and black and silent ... and she collapsed in totally satisfied exhaustion.

"Damn, you're good," he said, crawling up beside her and licking the juice from her explosive come from his fingers and lips.

"So are you, Judge," Pat said, smiling up at her father-in-law. "You're a hell of a lot better fuck than your son will ever be!"

* * * *

Jack Jensen strode through the bar of the Seaview on his way to his office.

"Send me in a drink, Tommy!" he called to the bartender. "I sure as hell need one after the day I've had!"

"Sure thing, Mr. Jensen," Tommy replied. "By the way, there's a girl here who'd like to see you ... to interview for a waitress job."

"Shit, that's all I need," he growled. "Some dumb broad lookin' for work."

"Want me to tell her there's no opening?"

"Nah, we need someone to replace Pat," Jack replied. "Gimme a couple of minutes and then send her in. And make that a double!"

"Sure thing, Mr. Jensen."

Jack went into his office and slammed the door behind him. Sinking into the chair behind the desk, he let his head drop into his hands and heaved a big sigh. Where would it all end? He wondered. Things certainly hadn't worked out the way he'd planned. He was married to a bitch who had him by the balls, and he had no doubt she would squeeze them whenever she damn well felt like it.

"Your drink, Mr. Jensen?"

Jack jerked his head up, and immediately felt his cock lurch in his pants. Standing before him, her extended hand holding a double Scotch and soda, was the most beautiful redhead he had ever seen.

No, beautiful wasn't the right word. Voluptuous. Yes, this girl was definitely voluptuous! Tall, probably close to six feet in her high heels, her body was perfectly proportioned. A slim waist flared into wide, womanly hips, which in turn curved into long, tapered legs and slim ankles. But it was her tits that riveted his attention. They were fairly spilling out of the top of her blouse, revealing a long line of dark cleavage that disappeared mysteriously somewhere below the top button. God, would he love to stick his dick between those tits! "Mr. Jensen?"

"Wha? ... oh, uh, yes," he stammered, reaching for the drink.

He forced his eyes up to meet hers. Her red hair cascaded around her shoulders like a fiery halo, and her emerald-green eyes never flickered as they held his gaze.

"You are...?" he croaked.

"My name's Amber Welles. I need a job, Mr. Jensen. Real bad. Real bad. I understand you have ... an opening."

As she talked, she moved closer and closer to him, her lush hips undulating provocatively in the tight skirt.

"Do ... do you have any experience?" Jack managed to ask. Her green eyes twinkled. "Lots."

"Any ... references?"

Her lovely, curved throat erupted in a low chuckle. "The best. Your wife Pat."

And then her hands were on him, moving seductively over his hips, down to his crotch. A pleased gasp escaped her lips when she felt the massive bulge there.

"Would you like to see some of my qualifications, Mr. Jensen?"

But before Jack could find his voice to reply, her fingers had deftly pulled down the zipper of his pants and his rigid cock was encased in her hands. In a flash, she dropped to her knees and encased the throbbing prickhead in her warm, lush mouth.

"Oh, shit," Jack groaned, as her mouth dropped again and again over the length of his cock, until he was sure he was going to spurt everything he had all over her lovely face. "Ohhh, shit!"

When he was sure he could stand it no longer, the beautiful girl released her grip on his meat and stood. Slowly, provocatively, she began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more and more of the creamy bulges of her huge tits. Finally the blouse was open, and, with a shrug of her shoulders, the garment fluttered to the floor. She stood there, naked from the waist up.

She had the biggest set of tits Jack had ever see. Jesus, would he like to jack his meat off between those huge melons!

As if reading his mind, the smiling redhead reached up with her hands and cupped a massive breast in each palm. Squeezing the two melon-like tits together, she advanced on Jack, low-throated croonings rumbling from between her lips.

"How am I doing?" she whispered.

Oh, God, Jack thought, from the frying pan into the fire! But, suddenly, life didn't seem so bad after all.

"Baby, you've got the job!" he croaked, and lunged for her.

* * * *

Laura was in heaven. The new bellhop had a huge cock, and he knew how to use it.

"OH, YES! HARDER! PUMP MY CUNT HARDER!" she cried.

He fucked her harder and faster, like the pro he was. His body threw itself into a pumping, galloping fuck that incited his cock to an even greater effort.

Laura circled his outer ear with her wet tongue and then plunged it into the ear with a warm wetness.

And then he hissed out his excitement as he felt the molten lava of his cum surge from his balls.

She sensed it and reached below her upraised ass to cup his twitching, spasming nuts as they pumped her full of male Jism. With a gentle pressure she nudged them and he continued to come in waves of gushing sperm.

"Yes ... ohhhh, yessssss," she moaned. "Fill my cunt with your wonderful, hot young juice!"

She reached her own peak again as the last of his cum poured into her belly. She wrapped her legs around his slim hips and urged him to keep pumping until she could come again.

"Just a little longer, baby ... just a little longer!" she urged.

She humped against him until a tiny scream erupted from her throat. "Oh, lover, yes ... YES! I'M THERE!"

For long moments she was in complete rapture, totally consumed with pleasure.

His young cock stayed hard, slithering in and out of her creaming pussy, driving her again and again to peaks of ecstasy, until at last she collapsed, satiated, into the pillows. Her eyes closed, she hummed happily to herself as she heard him crawl from the bed and go into the shower. Afterwards she drifted into a contented sleep.

She was awakened by him roughly shaking her by the shoulders.

"Huh? What is it?" she asked.

"Hey, lady," the young boy smiled. "I don't fuck old dames like you for my health. That'll be fifty bucks."
The Hard Way ....(104k)    by Michael Doren




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