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 The Business End Of Her By Dick Slide

   ON THE JOB LOVING

   "Bring that tight little cunt of yours around here," he ordered
Paulette.

   Her breathing quickened at his command, and lightning flashes of passion
ran through her clitoris as he brought her pulsating lower half up to his
caressing hands.

   "Get over me," he directed hotly, gripping her hips in his large hands.

   The order sent throbs of desire up her silken thighs as she felt her
legs being spread apart ...  feeling him squeeze her fleshy ass in his
hands ...  taking his tongue and licking her wet pussy ...  sucking and
nibbling at her womanhood until she moaned with delight at his expert
touches.

   Paulette loved this part of her job-the part that brought in all the
sales-and the part that set her on fire when she offered her body as
incentive to buy her goods-which were more than any man could resist.

   All characters and events depicted in this book are purely fictitious.

   CHAPTER ONE

   An overcast November sky ladled a chilling downpour, sending wave after
dark green wave of white-capped water crashing against the jagged rocks of
the deserted beach.  And in a house high up on the bluff, looking out
through a mist-shrouded window, Paulette Bodine allowed her mind to wander,
thinking back to the first meeting with the naked and sleeping man on the
wide rumpled bed behind her.

   It had been mid-July in Malibu, she recalled, watching the timeless
undulation of the sea far below her.  Bobby Fender, the man sprawled in
exhausted slumber, his features satisfied and innocent, had suggested they
have a drink after work to celebrate his promotion to Divisional Sales
Manager of the entire West Coast branch of Astro-Pile Incorporated, makers
of the green artificial turf that carpeted most of the major football
stadiums across the country.

   She folded her arms across her ample chest, looking out into the velvet
night as she remembered her surprise and ready agreement to his invitation,
gushing with obvious delight, "Just let me put on fresh make-up and I'll be
right with you."

   A small smile tugged at her scarlet mouth as she again pictured his soft
eyes on her as she got from behind her desk and crossed the spacious office
to the hall leading to the ladies' room, remembered the familiar warming
along her thighs as she hurried the make-up onto her face and brushed out
her flowing brown hair to splay regally across her slender shoulders.

   "I'm ready," she announced, coming back into the office and spinning
prettily for his inspection.

   "You look great," he told her, letting his eyes travel over her smooth
curves before taking her arm and guiding her out the door.

   Paulette turned from the window and stood watching Bobby's sleeping
form. A tiny smile caressed the corners of her wide-set almond eyes as she
studied the features of the man who had changed her entire life.  From an
eighteen-year-old girl from Nebraska, she thought, to an experienced woman
of nineteen had been no easy transition.  But thanks to Bobby and America's
growing support of football as the national pastime, she had been afforded
the opportunity of womanhood, and she had taken it, gobbled it up, in fact.


   She stepped lightly to the bed and sat gently beside him, careful not to
wake him, and looked down into his sleeping face, seeing his slightly
parted lips, his sharp cheekbones, so prominent when awake yet soft and
gently rounded in repose.  Using one delicate finger she pushed an errant
wisp of hair back from his forehead, easing the lonely strand back into
place among his wavy brown curls.  She enjoyed touching him, caring for
him, seeing him like this, so defenseless, so hers to fondle and hold and
know every inch of his slender body.

   The thin sheet that covered him was draped across his middle, no real
protection from the cold, and certainly no protection from her probing
eyes. Her mouth watered at the thick shape of his tool so clearly outlined
against his thigh.  Huge even in sleep, the shaft lay smooth under the thin
sheath of material, the head a plum-sized lump in the sheer linen, sending
shivering chills of anticipation coursing through her.

   The tip of her coral tongue wet her lips as she stared at it, willing it
to life with silent pleading, knowing the hard, rampant strength of it. 
And quietly, afraid to wake him, she slipped softly from the bed and slid
her silver housecoat off her shoulders, letting it drop in a tangled heap
at her feet before moving to the foot of the bed and slowly pulling the
sheet from his body, exposing his blue-veined root to her greedy eyes.

   She softly curled up near his legs, her pretty face etched with
thoughtful hunger as she positioned herself, resting her head on an
upraised arm only inches from his lolling tool She stared at it for long
minutes, feasting on the details of the magnificent shaft, indelibly
setting its flaccid size in her mind before bringing her hand to it with
slow certainty, feeling the warmth of it as she hefted it into her small
palm.

   "You magnificent bastard," she whispered lovingly, accenting each
syllable with coarse desire as she brought her lips to the wide tip.

   Bobby awoke and looked down just as the ruby oval of her mouth closed
over the broad head of his already lengthening prick.

   "Aww," he sighed sleepily, blinking a few times to clear his fuzzy
vision.  "Now that my dear, is a nice way to wake up." He turned full on
his back and relaxed back against the pillows, watching her consume more of
his thickening shaft with each stroke of her hot and hungry mouth.

   Paulette felt the surging throb as it grew, pushing further into her
throat as it unlimbered its mighty length.  And never taking the smooth
purple tip from her mouth, she slipped between his legs and knelt, feasting
on his standing manhood.

   Bobby smiled lazily and interlaced his fingers behind his head, letting
her have her way with his body, thoroughly enjoying her ministrations.  He
saw the glistening wide rim of his cock peek out from between her pouting
lips as she completed each loving stroke, then saw it disappear again as
she brought her mouth quickly down, attempting to take it all, delighting
him and giving him a sense of power that her best efforts met repeated
failure on the huge rock-hard shaft.

   Paulette fondled his balls, gently rolling the smooth sac in her fingers
as the slippery-skinned prick slid in and out of her willing mouth.  She
wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft and tried to force more of
the rampant tool into her throat.  She moaned softly, thinking of the
plum-sized knob that held her jaws wide, wishing he would stop her and
throw her on her back, exposing her furry muff to his greedy eyes before
plunging his eight-inch rod into her eager cunt.

   Bobby raised himself on his elbows to watch more closely.  He felt her
soft tongue whisper along the underside of his standing tool, then a moment
later it slowly curled itself demandingly around the tip as she altered the
pace of her lovemaking, playfully nibbling at the glistening head for long
teasing seconds before bringing her happy eyes up to meet his.

   "You're doing fine," he informed her, adding with a contented smile,
"You're getting better every day."

   "That's because," she said in a little girl's voice, kissing the heavy
rod, "I like what I'm doing, and most importantly, I like who I'm doing it
to."

   "Well quit talking so much and keep doing it," he chided at her teasing.
Then seeing the red-rimmed helmet lose itself once again between her moist
lips, he added knowingly, "You weren't so eager to suck a dick a couple of
months ago."

   She took a deliberate deep stroke, feeling the silken smoothness of his
manhood slide maddeningly over her tongue and into the back of her throat,
thinking of what he had said.  Then backing off it slowly, letting her lips
drag poutingly along the shaft, she grinned impishly up at him.  "I just
had to be coaxed a little bit," she said, talking into his throbbing organ
as if it were a microphone.  "Besides," she objected gently, "I didn't know
a couple of months ago that I would enjoy selling Astro-Pile so very much."


   He smiled appreciatively down at her, showing an even row of white
teeth, knowing the brown-haired girl gently caressing his dick had done a
hell of a job lately at the "public relations" end of several of his deals,
and that actual sales were coming quicker, with higher commissions too, he
thought.  He silently thanked her for the help she had been and said, "I'm
glad you're enjoying your work so much."

   "Who wouldn't?" she asked in surprise.  "I met you.  I make good money.
I meet a lot of athletes.  I-"

   "And you ball a few too.  Don't forget that," he interrupted.

   She was suddenly humble under his scrutinizing gaze, saying with mock
servility, "I thank you, Lord and Master, for the opportunity of performing
my meager tasks for you."

   She let her lips linger on his rigid tool in an exaggerated show of
appreciation, knowing full well that everything she had she owed to him,
and that she was very lucky indeed.  Had I not met Bobby, she told herself
seriously, I would still be an inexperienced girl from Nebraska, still at
that same old typewriter at the front desk, still making coffee for the
bosses, and having absolutely nothing to show for it.

   A warm flood of gratitude singed her inner thighs as she fluttered
little kisses along the length of his dick, extending his enjoyment and
knowing her good looks and sexual talents were part of her job.

   I'm here to please, she told herself for the hundredth time, knowing in
her heart that if he tired of her there would be a flock of pretty girls
jumping at the chance to have her job.

   "Bring that tight little cunt of yours around here," he told her in a
rasping voice, smiling at her immediate response, reveling in the power he
had over her.

   Her breathing quickened at his wheezed command.  Lightning flashes of
passion seared her rigid clitoris as she crawled out from between his legs,
carefully keeping the swollen knob and a good portion of his dick in her
warm mouth as she brought her pulsating lower half up to his caressing
hands.

   "Get over me," he directed hotly, gripping her hips in his large hands.

   The order sent throbs of torrid desire coursing up her molded thighs. 
She felt her legs being spread apart as he helped her to straddle his wide
chest, openly exposing the soft cleft of her very being to his greedy eyes.


   He gripped the moons of her ass, kneading their yielding softness in his
rough fingers.  The painfully tiny pink ring of her asshole beckoned
invitingly and the scarlet labia of her gaping hole smiled down at him. 
The horny little knob of her hooded clitoris peeked out at him through the
glistening short hairs surrounding her luscious valley.

   "Suck it!" he ordered, lifting his hips and forcing his rampant rod
further into her throat.  "Take more of it!" he commanded wildly, pressing
his face against the sweet acrid crack of her cunt and driving the turgid
length of his tongue into the soft folds of her well-lubricated slit.

   She wiggled crazily, squatting openly wide on his tantalizing tongue,
feeling his nose, his chin, the shallow padding of his smooth lips nibbling
at her honey pot, prying at it, opening her velvet softness and attacking
with a demonic frenzy her naked and swollen clit, rubbing it, teasing it,
pushing it from side to side with Satan-like carnal delight, causing the
tender nub to spasm and contract in the twilight regions of intoxicating
pre-orgasm.

   She screamed silently in monumental lust and forced more of his
blue-veined rod into her wildly bobbing face, gripping it with clinging
ruby lips and expert swirling tongue, feeling the majestic shaft throbbing
in bulging response to her demanding mouth.  Her face contorted with
frantic purpose, bouncing her head furiously on the delicious meat,
stroking it with an uncontrollable ancient animal rhythm, coaxing it with
each frenzied caress to come, to meet her head on, to take her with him
over that glorious edge of climax by filling her galloping mouth with a
starburst gush of exotic spunk.

   The corded muscles of his arms bulged in angry knots as he savagely
encircled her feverishly squirming hips in a vise-like grip and gnashed his
twisting face against her sodden gash.  Then, like an onrushing locomotive,
the burning white coal at the base of his spine grew in an unstoppable
onslaught, pumping and thrashing in his straining body, forcing his hips
still further upward, cramming inch after pulsating inch into her welcoming
throat.

   Paulette followed the dictates of her throbbing cunt, tossing her head
from side to side and up and down as his tool bulged magnificently, giving
herself up to the aching ecstasy circling through her fiery cleft.  She
greedily accepted his spurting cum, swallowing, stroking, demanding more of
his jetting semen as her orgasm blazed in her quivering pussy, blossoming
into a crescendo of blinding explosions and earth-shaking sensations.

   * * *

   After several long seconds of quiet fulfillment Paulette allowed his
slack cock to loll gently from her mouth.  She gave it a soft kiss on its
blunt red head and wearily brought herself around and lay full length
against Bobby, basking in the afterglow of sex under his big warm arm.

   She snuggled close, tracing lazy circles around his hard nipples as she
waited for her breathing to return to normal.  Then summoning all her
strength in one deep breath she let out an almost inaudible sigh of
complete contentment.

   "You're fantastic," she whispered softly, snuggling closer and resting
her head on his broad chest.

   "You're the one that is fantastic," he told her, letting a gentle finger
follow the wavy route of an errant strand, of long brown hair, softly
trailing the flowing tress along the smooth side of her neck and across the
golden tan of her shoulder.  He touched her lightly, as softly as a
midnight breeze, thinking what a great team they had become.

   "So soft," he marveled, pressing his lips to her hair, "yet you make me
feel so good."

   She looked up at him and smiled as would a Cheshire cat, her eyes
dancing brightly and the full line of her mouth curving up mysteriously at
the corners.

   "A penny for your thoughts," he said quietly, touching the tip of her
nose with a playful finger.

   "Oh," she said slowly, kissing his shoulder.  "I was just thinking how
great it would be to stay right here in your arms and go to sleep."

   He shook his head sadly.  "No rest for the weary," he informed her,
checking the clock on the night-stand.  "You're working day is just
beginning.  I told Elliot Beaumont you would be at his place at eight
o'clock to explain the advantages of installing Astro-Pile on his team's
home field."

   "Is it that important?" she pouted.

   "You're damn right it is that important," he scolded, rolling off the
bed and getting to his feet.  "Elliot is the Head Coach of the Tigers and
he carries a lot of weight in the front office.  And you"-he pointed a
stern finger at her-"are going to convince him that he absolutely needs new
carpeting on his field." He stared hard at her for a full minute, letting
what he had said sink in.  "You got that?" he snapped.  "You know what you
have to do?"

   "I understand, Bobby," she appeased softly.  "I'll be good to him."

   "I don't want you to be good to him," he barked harshly.  "I want you to
be the best!" He let his cold eyes bore into hers, making it perfectly
clear that he was the boss and that she would do what he wanted or she
could get the hell out.  Then seeing she understood, his manner changed.

   "Now c'mon," he said gently, holding out his hand to her and helping her
from the bed.  "Let's shower.  Then I'll drop you off at Elliot's
apartment."

   CHAPTER TWO

   The combination of the hot shower and the startling clarity of the night
air served to refresh Paulette, and the expensive jasmine-scented soap and
eau de perfume she was now able to afford whispered softly around her in an
exotic bouquet as she slid onto the leather seat of Bobby's sports car.

   The engine roared to life at the first touch of the key, rumbling with a
throaty masculinity as Bobby slipped it into gear and pulled out onto the
narrow winding road that snaked its way through the rugged foothills of
Malibu.  Millions of lights twinkled in the sprawling city below, nestling
like precious jewels against a backdrop of finest velvet, dazzling the
viewer with their brilliance.

   "I just can't get enough of this view," Paulette sighed, letting the
majestic beauty of the moment, the heady aroma of jasmine, and the
pulsating roar of the exhausts remind her she was only a guest in the world
of the rich, a transient body passing through if she didn't play the game
according to Bobby's rules.  She looked around her, comparing the
countryside and the magnificent houses with those of her poor background,
feeling the fates were for once on her side, allowing her to mingle in and
experience the richer side of life.

   My pay is more than good, she told herself.  And in a couple of years,
maybe sooner, I'll be in a position to dictate the lives of others.  Maybe
I'll do it just like Bobby, she mused, smiling over to him; a beach house
at Malibu, a flashy red sports car, the best clothes, and all the elegant
trimmings money can buy.  After all, she added silently, I'm developing
contacts now, learning to meet the right people.  I've been told I'm
pretty. I'm intelligent.  And, she told herself with total conviction, I
have the one necessary thing Bobby never had, nor never will have, to
effectively close a deal.

   Yes, she assured herself, primly adjusting the hem of her skirt across
her knees, I have the ONE commodity the male-oriented world of business
doesn't have-PUSSY!

   She pushed in the dashboard lighter and rummaged through her pocket book
for her cigarettes.  Finding them, she extracted two, putting one in her
mouth and lighting it from the cherry-red tip of the lighter, then passed
it to Bobby.  It's the little things in life that endear you to people, she
thought calculatingly, lighting her own cigarette and replacing the
lighter.

   "You're a sweetheart," he said, dragging the smoke deep into his lungs.

   "You make it easy for me to do things for you," she cooed lovingly,
sitting closer to him and resting her hand on his thigh.  "Tell me a little
about Elliot Beaumont," she said, trying to picture the man that would be
between her legs in a matter of minutes.

   Bobby thought a moment, deftly leading the car into a wide sweeping turn
leading to the valley below.  "He's a big man," he said, remembering their
last meeting.  "About six-foot-five with a shock of unruly gray hair.  He
looks more like a professor than a football coach."

   She smiled, picturing an absent-minded professor teaching the tactics of
football to his students.  Then with a grin, she thought: some students!

   She remembered a purely personal date she had had with the quarterback
for the Wildcats.  Hell, she thought longingly, if they were all like him
she would take a dozen!

   "The players think he is a God," Bobby added.  "He's brought the Tigers
to five divisional playoffs in five years.  He eats and sleeps football. 
He never even takes a vacation.  The guy is so caught up in football that
he even lives near the stadium!" He made a left turn onto the main drag,
then continued.  "He's got a condominium apartment that overlooks the
playing field.  Really swanky.  He's got it fixed up real nice, and he's
even got a gigantic den filled with all his trophies."

   "He's not married?" she asked out of curiosity, trying to imagine a
woman tolerant enough to cope with an obvious obsession.

   "Nope.  Maybe he never got around to it?  Maybe he loves football too
much?  I don't know.  Anyway, he's not the kind of guy you can ask
questions like that.  Every time I talk to him I find myself calling him
Sir."

   Paulette imagined him to be dictatorial: like her father.  And through a
series of childhood associations she recognized a familiar throbbing in her
budding clitoris.  She brought her knees together to increase the pressure
on her aroused little nub, thinking a hard cock was what she needed to fill
the empty space in her aching vagina.

   Oral sex was great, she thought, and she loved it.  But it couldn't
compare with having her stomach filled with a pounding dick, feeling her
yielding pussy stretched to breaking and her deeply buried cervix yawning
open to the repeated attacks of a charging prick.

   "Just remind him," Bobby interrupted her thoughts, "that having his
players perform on Astro-Pile would help make his team Super Bowl champs."
He turned into a long horseshoe-shaped driveway and stopped at the wide
glass entrance to Elliot Beaumont's building.

   He flicked at some imaginary lint on her short skirt, preening her for
her debut.  "Do you know what you are going in there for and what you have
to do?" he asked her gruffly, his voice again showing concern about her
ability to please Elliot Beaumont.  But most of all his worry stemmed from
the provincial attitudes she had displayed toward sex, refusing to go
braless until just a few short months ago, having never sucked a dick until
he had held her down and forced her.

   "This guy's important," he said sternly, letting his eyes slip over her
in final inspection.  "Do whatever he asks," he added.  "And I don't want
any slip-ups!"

   "He'll be begging for more," she promised, kissing him lightly on the
cheek.  She quickly got out of the car, closed the door, and bent to look
in the window.  She winked at him, then said in an imitation of Mae West,
"I'll turn him every way but loose!"

   He had to smile at her confidence.

   "Go on.  Get to work," he told her.  "When you're finished take a cab
home and charge it to the office."

   She stood watching as the glare of his tail lights turned out onto the
boulevard and merged into the onrushing traffic, leaving her staring
blankly after him, nowhere near as sure of herself as she had pretended.

   She stared this way for several seconds, then with a pert toss of her
head she turned to the white stone building and stepped jauntily through
the wide glass doors.

   * * *

   The door opened with a noiseless elegance at the thirty-first floor,
revealing the subdued tan tones of the well-lit hallway leading both left
and right.

   "It's to the right, Ma'm," the elevator operator said, pointing along
the carpeted hallway.

   "Thank you," she said sweetly, knowing he was watching her as she turned
and walked with long swinging strides to the highly polished oaken door
halfway along the corridor.  There she stopped and made sure her blouse was
evenly tucked in and made a minute adjustment to the leather belt at her
waist, feeling a delicious tingling along her inner thighs as she pressed
the bell with a timid finger, knowing she was taking the irreversible step
into professional prostitution.

   Her panties dampened at the thought of standing naked before a strange
man, doing for him what she had been taught all through her growing years
was reserved for one man and one man alone-her husband.

   The door opened and Mr.  Beaumont, dressed in a long red smoking jacket,
filled the doorway.

   "Hello, young lady," he greeted smiling.  "You must be Paulette.  Come
in-come in," he added, stepping back.  "I've heard so much about you."

   "Thank you," she said smiling, stepping past him and into the spotless
foyer.  "I hope what you have heard has been good," she added, shrugging
out of her jacket.

   "Excellent, I assure you," he said easily.  "I've heard only the best
about you.  Here, let me take your coat." He eyed her full blouse with
appreciation before hanging her jacket in the closet and escorting her into
the vast living room.

   "Oh, it's beautiful!" she gushed, going straight to the huge glass
windows overlooking the sleeping city.  "I've never been up this high
before."

   He smiled at her exuberance, enjoying her bouncy step and youthful body.
He followed her to the windows, studying her slender legs and gently
rounded bottom, mentally comparing her to the other women he had known,
anticipating a long night of lovemaking.

   "The dark area to the right is the empty stadium," he said pointing,
suddenly proud of his financial achievements and glad he could impress the
young girl beside him.  He waited as she absorbed the panorama before her.
Like a child at a carnival, he thought, and seeing her pretty profile and
excited shining eyes, he added, "There's millions of people out there
wishing they were up here.  The masses, the little people who only dream of
being at the top of the world." He paused, looking down at her with knowing
eyes and open curiosity.  "Of course it is none of my business," he assured
her, "but I can't help wondering how a pretty girl like you got involved in
a business like this."

   She thought a moment, looking up at him with mild amusement, wondering
what the right reply might be.  Then, her mind made up, she answered
absolute conviction, "I'm doing something about getting to the top of the
world."

   "Very good, my dear," he congratulated.  "I had hoped you wouldn't tell
me a sad tale of wretchedness, or worse yet, that you're doing it because
your dear old mother needs an operation."

   "No," she said.  "This is a means to an end." Then to soften her words,
she added, "I just hope all my clients will be gentlemen like you."

   "You speak of the future," he said alertly.  "As if your tenure in this
profession was one of two things: that you have been with no gentlemen
before, or," he said, holding up his finger to make his point, "that I am
the first to be afforded your services." He looked at her thoughtfully,
trying to read her face.

   "You are very perceptive, Mr.  Beaumont," she said with a smile.  "I can
see that I am going to have to stay on my toes around you."

   He smiled in return, draping a huge arm across her shoulders and leading
her to the walnut bar near the fireplace.  "Suppose we have a drink," he
suggested.  "And then you can answer my question.  Do you have a preference
or will you drink what I'm having?"

   "I'll have what you're having," she told him, sitting on a stool and
watching as he poured large dollops of whiskey into ice-filled glasses.

   "Now," he said, placing a drink before her and leaning his elbows on the
bar to look directly into her eyes.  "Which is it?  Am I just one of a long
line, or am I your first trick?"

   Her eyes widened in surprise at his quick mind and updated choice of
words.  "Actually, Mr.  Beau-"

   "Call me Elliot."

   "O.K, Elliot," she said, blushing for no good reason, and again for no
good reason, she confessed, "Yes, you are my first trick."

   A large grin spread itself comfortable on his features and he nodded
enthusiastically.  "I think I am going to like you," he prattled with
obvious pleasure, and wetting his lips with his drink he invited, "Come. 
We are off to the bedroom.  I'm really excited about this.  I've never been
with a virgin prostitute before." He laughed to take the sting from his
words and came around the bar to her.  "Don't worry about a thing," he
assured her.  "I don't bite, and I promise to be as gentle as possible."

   She let herself be led, not quite knowing how to thank him for his
courtly manner.  She smiled up at him, dimpling her cheeks sweetly.  "Thank
you for making it so easy for me," she said in a small voice.

   "I haven't let you off the hook yet, young lady," he kidded her,
dropping his hand to her waist and pulling her close.  "You are going to
earn your money before this night is over, I can promise you that."

   "With you," she answered brazenly, "it will be a labor of love."

   "Yes," he bellowed, letting out a great howl of laughter.  "I most
certainly am going to enjoy you."

   She caught a last glimpse of the shimmering lights below, suddenly
remembering what he had said: the dreamers are out there, the wishers. 
Well, I'm not a wisher, she told herself, pressing against him and wrapping
her arm around his waist.  I'm a doer!

   He suppressed a smile of anticipation as he held the door for her,
allowing her to enter the bedroom before him.  "Do you like it?" he asked
innocently.

   She stared around her in awed wonder.  It was the biggest, wildest
bedroom she had ever seen.  The carefully made bed seemed acres across. 
The vibrant red covers had been drawn back for immediate occupancy,
revealing, to her amazement, the scarlet silk sheets that reflected nonstop
from die mirrors lining the walls and ceiling.

   "Do you like it?" he repeated, moving close behind her and closing the
door.  "I call it the red room."

   "I ...  I have never seen anything like it," she chirped excitedly,
turning in all directions.

   He watched patiently as she played before the countless reflections,
moving, twisting, seeing herself from all angles, even going to the huge
bed and looking up at the mirrored ceiling, imagining the view, the
completely visible bodies squirming in erotic frenzy.  And her role of
prostitute was forgotten.

   All that remained important was to see herself naked with a man, any
man, widely open to him as he pounded away between her legs.

   "I can't ...  I can't believe this," she stammered, turning back to him
with a wide grin of merriment.

   "Before this night is over," he promised, opening the velvet sash of his
robe, "you'll know every dimple, every curve of your young body.  You'll
watch yourself performing in many, many different positions, doing many,
many things, my dear."

   "I can't wait," she gushed, anxiously kicking off her shoes.

   "Stop!" he ordered in a tight voice.  "We do this my way and my way
alone." He stared hard at her, his eyes intent and angry.  But then his
face softened and a small smile of apology replaced the cold stare.  "I
must apologize, my dear.  But you see, I have been doing this for years and
I know what I want and how I want it done.  You understand, I'm sure." He
let his eyes linger on hers, making his meaning perfectly clear.

   She was shocked by his sudden vehemence.  "All right," she said softly,
remembering this was not her lover.  He is a client, she reminded herself,
and my only role is to service clients, service them with anything and
everything they want.

   "I'm sorry," she apologized.  "I only thought-"

   "Don't think," he interrupted coldly, his face again demanding.  "You're
here to serve me.  Remember that!" He pointed at her shoes.  "Put those
back on."

   She quickly slipped into her high heels and stood doe-like, waiting for
his next command, her intimidation stoking the coals of her mind, wanting
to please him more than ever now.

   "Come over here," he said hoarsely, throwing off his robe and standing
with his huge hands on his naked hips.

   She moved quickly to him.  "Yes Sir," she said, completely cowed, her
pussy quivering excitedly.

   "Get on your knees," he ordered.

   She obeyed instantly, dropping quickly to the carpeted floor, her mouth
watering at the closeness of his heavy tool.

   "Put your hands behind your back!"

   She did, willingly, obeying completely and totally, keeping her intense
brown eyes on the swaying cock only inches from her mouth.

   "So you're a prostitute, huh?" he questioned, still angry that his
routine had been interrupted.  "Well, we'll see about that.  Make it hard,
prostitute!"

   The name thrilled her.  Her courtesan role was delicious, she thought,
looking steadily at the hanging meat, thinking of Bobby and his demand that
she be the absolute best, do anything Elliot Beaumont wanted, and of her
promise that she would have him begging for more.  She wet her lips with
the tip of her tongue, wanting to caress the dormant rod, build it with her
knowing mouth into a raging stoker for her quivering furnace.  Her clitoris
throbbed violently as she brought her hands around from behind to lift the
already growing shaft to her hot mouth.

   "No hands!" he stopped her.

   She quickly drew back, hurriedly placing her hands behind her back
again, obeying his order instantly, but with her body only.  Her mind was
seeing his rigid organ piercing the trembling lips of her cunt and pushing
far into her soft belly.

   "Suck it!" came the waited-for order.

   Eagerly, she brought her face forward, surrounding his wide dick head
with her soft lips, nibbling and wiggling at it until it plopped silently
into her warm mouth.  She groaned happily, pressing forward, gently nudging
her chin against his loose balls, loving the taste of hot dick filling her
mouth, enjoying the heady musk of his man-scent.

   "Use your tongue!" he commanded, feeling his shaft completely engulfed
in her hot mouth as she increased the whipping action of her tongue.

   She felt it lengthening, throbbing as it grew, the burly tip an
aphrodisiac to her lust as it stretched her jaws wide to accept the thick
tool behind it.  She willed it to hardness with her swirling tongue,
feeling his heavy arrow of love pressing tightly into her throat.  Her
hungry cunt ached painfully as the minutes wore on, wanting his mighty tool
to fathom the depths of her passion, to pound into her very being with long
delicious strokes, wanting him to skewer her with his white-hot lance as it
filled her churning stomach with rocket after exploding rocket of scalding
cum.

   He watched her intently for long minutes, satisfying himself with her
sexual talents, then ordered:

   "Stop!"

   She stopped immediately, but didn't removed her torrid mouth from his
tool.  She remained motionless, waiting obediently for his next command,
thrillingly accepting her role of whore, cocksucker, prostitute, anything
and everything he wanted her to be.

   He moved slightly, saying, "Open your eyes and look at yourself."

   Slowly, forcing herself to release barely an inch of his tasty meat, she
looked to her left and saw herself reflected in the mirror on the wall, her
long hair splayed across her shoulders, almost hiding her passionate face.

   "Do you see yourself?" he asked, enjoying her torment as he twisted
further, leaving only half his glistening rod remaining between her scarlet
lips.  "Do you see the prostitute with my dick in her mouth?" he taunted.

   She nodded eagerly, his prick bobbing wetly from her mouth.  Her bright
eyes danced happily as she studied her reflection, forever etching in her
mind the picture of her kneeling in submission before him, her back rigidly
straight, her firm young tits straining arrogantly against the thin fabric
of her blouse, her hands held tightly behind her because of his order.

   She moaned softly around the bulbous dick head, loving her position of
servitude as she squirmed her soft ass against the tight confines of her
thoroughly damp panties, wanting a giant cock slammed into her gaping hole,
cramming her belly with rigid pumping dick.  She wanted desperately to
brush back the hair from her face and see her coral mouth enjoying his
royal member, but remembering his strict order, she satisfied herself with
burning the torrid image in her brain, indelibly recording the picture of
his deeply veined shaft entering her mouth.

   "How do you like being a prostitute so far?" he asked, smiling as he
caught her eyes in the silver mirror.

   She nodded again, trying to smile, wishing he would order her to tear
off her clothes and spread her soft thighs for him, force her to accept his
charging prick in her tight little pussy.  Her trembling vagina gnawed at
her, wanting to stretch itself around his pounding tool.

   But instead of having the soft petals of her cunt wrap themselves
feather-light around his glowing shaft he ordered her to use her hands to
massage his balls and guide the rigid length of his manhood deeper into her
eager mouth.

   Gladly she stroked his bulging rod, moving her expert mouth from tip to
base, lapping her hot tongue at the broad head in furious circles, then
sliding down over the smooth shaft until the tip of her cutely turned-up
nose brushed maddeningly in the short wiry hairs of his loins.

   She caressed his balls with an easy skill, rolling them with her
delicate fingers as her other hand found his smooth ass and urged him
forward, forcing more of his stiff dick into her wildly churning mouth.

   "Goddam!" he cried, nearly berserk with the expert way she was handling
him.  "You're fantastic!"

   He was breathing heavily through his open mouth.  Then suddenly:

   "Stop!" he yelled, yanking his throbbing rod from her mouth with a loud
smack.  "Get up!"

   Trance-like, she got her feet under her and pushed herself erect, her
anxious eyes fixed on his rigid manhood, barely daring to breath at the
sight of it, afraid he might not allow her to have it, to fill the ravenous
empty void deep inside her dripping cunt.

   "Stand at the foot of the bed," he ordered, turning away from her and
walking lightly to the bank of buttons at the headboard of the bed, the
purple knob of his prick bouncing with each step.  Quickly, he flicked a
series of switches that instantly bathed her in a plethora of streaming
colors.

   The intensity of the glaring lights came like a physical blow.  She
squinted, shading her eyes with her hands as she tried to follow the
motions of her Master, her God, the wonderful man with the proud equipment
to ease the raging desire in her crazed and flaming cunt.

   Order me, she thought wantonly, yell at me, scream, do anything you
want, but give me that glorious length of hard cock!

   "Take off your blouse," he croaked, his voice coarse.

   She hurried her hands to the buttons at her throat, anxious to please.

   "Slowly!" he ordered.

   Her hands shaking, she forced herself to move slowly, nervously obeying
his command, hoping she was doing what he expected as one after another the
buttons yielded to her deft fingers, exposing a tan line of soft body from
slender neck to her quivering navel.

   "Open it!  I want to see what you have in that blouse!"

   She smiled, some inner sense telling her to tease him now, timidly show
her body, slowly exhibit her marvelous tits to his hungry eyes, strip
before him as a professional might.

   Then it hit her!

   She was a professional!  This is what I'm selling, she told herself
suddenly.  This body, my tits, my ass, my cunt, doing what he wants when he
wants it, giving him a loving hole to shoot his spunk into.

   "Show me your tits!" he ordered again, interrupting her thoughts.

   Yes, she thought, smiling as she slowly tugged her blouse from her skirt
and shrugged it off her tanned shoulders.  This is what I was made for, to
service and obey, to bring pleasure, to glory in my womanhood, to make him
feel wonderful and powerful, to satisfy his every desire with my eager
body!

   "These are for you, Master, and anything else you want," she cooed,
barely able to make him out past the bright lights until her eyes adjusted
and she saw him sitting Buddha-fashion at the middle of the bed, his back
ramrod straight, his huge hands on his knees, watching her every move.

   "Your skirt-" he coughed, his voice catching at the sight of her soft
melons jutting out proudly, their dark nipples stiff and inviting.  "Take
off your skirt!"

   She trembled slightly, seeing him more clearly now in the reflected
light, his rigid hard-on sprouting arrogantly from his widespread thighs
capturing her attention as her fingers undid the zipper at her side, then
the hook, separating the thin material in a graceful movement that let it
whisper softly over her thighs to the floor.

   And feeling a sudden mastery of her role, like an actress after learning
her part well, she stooped, her pert tits swaying enticingly, and brought
up the fallen skirt, holding it delicately in front of her for long moments
before flipping it over her shoulder with a saucy grin.

   "Your wish is my command, Master.  Just name it and-"

   "Step very slowly out of your panties," he said, his breathing loud and
rasping.  "Then I'll tell you what to do."

   Her movements were assured and easy, watching the glistening head of his
cock, knowing it would soon be in her, buried all the way in her aching
cunt in just a few minutes.  She thought of its round thickness as she
rolled her panties over her smooth hips and down to show the beginnings of
her triangular patch of soft black fur.

   "Hurry!" he ordered, his hand going to his prick.

   She quickly slid the lace panties down her legs and stepped out of them,
then stood straight and tall before him, her firm young tits rounded gently
in the sharp lights, her glowing tummy curving warmly into her dark pelvis,
her cunt watering as she waited for his next command.

   "Quick!" he shouted, falling back on the bed, his rock-hard manhood
waving above him.  "Suck it!"

   She scrambled onto the bed and raced between his outstretched legs,
barely having time to bring her scarlet lips around the glowing head before
he started pumping jet after jet of fiery cum into her waiting mouth.

   "Oh, God!" he roared, raising his hips from the bed and driving his
gushing tool far into her gobbling throat.  "Suck it!  Suck it dry!"

   She lavished his heavy tool with every ounce of her skill, twisting and
turning her frantically sucking mouth on the bulging rod, skewering herself
into his short hairs to get every inch of his spurting manhood as she
swallowed load after load of his sweet jism.

   CHAPTER THREE

   "God, that was good," he sighed, still lying back on the bed, her soft
mouth coaxing a last drop of cum from his shrinking cock.  "You're very
good, my dear," he added in utter satisfaction.  "You just gave me-forgive
me for saying so-but you just gave me what just might be the best blow-job
I've ever had!"

   She bobbed her head gently at his compliment as she looked up at him
with laughing brown eyes.  She slowly rolled her tongue around the soft
morsel, milking it for a remaining drop of exotic cum from the noble
instrument.  Her fiery cunt ached savagely from disappointment, but nothing
showed on her smiling face.

   "You're fantastic," he continued, sighing with the effort.  "I have
never been drained so dry!"

   She caressed his balls a moment longer, rolling them gently with her
teasing fingers, then slid the gleaming prick from her mouth with a small
smack of appreciation.  She smiled up at him a moment, her face a loving
mask, then carefully and very deliberately she lowered her head and kissed
the limp head with exaggerated fondness, letting her lips linger on it for
precious seconds before sitting back on her knees and folding her hands in
her lap.  She tilted her head slightly and smiled impishly up at him.

   "Did Mr.  Beaumont like what Paulette did?" she asked in a little girl's
voice.

   "I loved it!" he sighed, his face a picture of sheer delight.  "I'm
going to have you up here at least once a week," he told her, smiling at
her nakedness.  "I haven't enjoyed anything like that since ...  since?" He
paused, scratching his temple, then added with a small laugh.  "Since I
don't know when!"

   "I humbly thank you, kind Sir." She bowed low in feigned embarrassment,
kissing his listless prick again and ignoring the raging torrent in her
cheated pussy.  "You're a very exciting man," she added softly, meaning it
and wishing his thick rod had been reaming her pouting cunt instead of
shooting wad after wad into her hungry mouth.

   "Yes," he said with finality, his mind made up.  "We are going to get
together often.  Now come up here and lie down beside me."

   She moved gracefully alongside him and cuddled warmly under his arm,
resting her head on his chest and letting her fingers begin a lazy
fluttering around his navel.

   He pulled her close, basking in the soft woman feel of her, enjoying her
firm breasts and silken muff pressed protectively against him.

   "Just give me five or ten minutes," he said, feeling a familiar stirring
at the base of his shaft, "and I am going to fuck you to a fare-thee-well!"


   "A fare-thee-well?!" she mimicked playfully, taking his soft prick in
her hand.  She kissed his shoulder lovingly, then added cutely, "I can't
wait!"

   He laughed good naturedly at her charming youth.  "You haven't seen old
Beau in action yet.  I intend to make that little pussy of yours sore from
one end to the other!"

   "Oh!" she said in surprise.  "Now for sure I can't wait!"

   "Oh, you're going to earn your money tonight," he promised her again. 
"And you're so sweet," he laughed, grabbing her and rolling on top of her.
"I am going to eat you and fuck you until you cry!"

   "Oh, God!" she teased, spreading herself wide under him, her ankles and
arms thrown out.  "Anything but that!"

   "I can see," he giggled into her neck, "that you heed to be taught a
little respect for your elders." He slid down her and nuzzled her hard
nipples.

   "Teach me respect!  Please teach me respect!" Her tits buzzed
frantically as he went back and forth, teasing each breast in turn, softly
mouthing the nipples and drawing in cold air across the rosy aureoles,
puckering them into sensitive little mounds before bringing his head back
and admiring his work.

   "Very nice, indeed," he congratulated himself.

   Her stomach churned wildly under the weight of him, her tortured cunt
longed for his manly shaft to fill it, to end her shuddering anticipation
with his thick pounding prick.

   "Teach me more respect," she dared him, closing her eyes as his kisses
feathered their way down her smooth stomach to her beckoning muff, teasing
her delightfully and causing her to squirm at his touch.

   "You have a gorgeous mound, my dear," he breathed hotly into her silken
bush.  "This beauty"-he kissed it lightly full on the lips-"truly deserves
to be eaten."

   Sparks flew behind her closed eyes as his tongue travelled the length of
her open slit and toyed at the entrance to her raging vagina.  A cascade of
tiny pulses shivered in her throbbing clitoris as his lips searched it out,
pulling gently at the soft labia to uncover the hiding nub of her
existence.

   "Delicious, my dear," he said, pausing for a brief moment before darting
his hot tongue into her fevered folds.

   "Oh, God!" she cried, squirming to get his mouth directly over her
swollen clit.

   He flicked at the rigid knob, missing it deliberately to tease her and
bring her closer to thrashing climax, then capturing the blossoming bud
between his lips, he lavished a series of lightning stabs to the hooded
shaft, nudging it from side to side as he pressed harder into her soft
womanhood.

   She responded by pulling up her knees and holding them tightly against
her breasts, opening herself fully to him, feeling him cup her ass in his
massive hands and brutally squeeze the pouting lips of her pleading cunt
with both his thumbs, sending strange spasms of delicious pain far into her
trembling womb as he lashed at her hard little button with his velvet
tongue.

   "My God!" she gasped unbelievingly, pulling her knees tighter against
her breasts and holding breathlessly still as a churning orgasm began with
a startling quivering deep in her belly and spun outward, sending fireballs
of shrieking desire vibrating through her.

   "Harder!" she cried, straining to bring the fiery orgasm to fulfillment.


   But then the ringing of the incessant phone cut into her building
euphoria.

   "Damn!" Elliot muttered, pulling himself reluctantly away from her open
gash and lowering her knees.  "Let me just take care of this and I'll be
right back," he said, patting her impatiently on the thigh.  "Keep it warm
for me," he ordered, climbing over her to the phone on the night stand and
ripping it from its plastic cradle.

   "Beaumont here," he said angrily.  "This better be important!"

   Her cunt throbbed savagely as she pulled her legs closed and lay
listening, trying to make out the words gushing shrilly into Elliot's ear
but finding they were a meaningless garble of high-pitched sounds, like
someone talking excitedly and incoherently.

   "Well where the hell is he now?" Elliot demanded, his knuckles white
with strain as he continued to listen for another minute.  "Jesus Christ
Almighty!" he yelled, then easier, he added, "O.k.  O.k.  I'll be right
down.  And don't let the crazy son of a bitch talk to any reporters!  Ya
got that?" He stared up at the ceiling, getting control of himself.  "I'll
be there in twenty minutes." He went to hang up, then saw Paulette as if
for the first time.  "Wait!" he shouted in the phone.  "Send someone over
here to give my lady friend a ride home."

   "What is it?" she asked anxiously, watching him slam down the phone.

   "My fullback.  The dumb bastard," he answered, throwing his feet off the
bed.  "He just got arrested for possession of marijuana.  I have to go down
to the station house and get him out before every reporter in this town
finds out about it." He hastily flicked the switches on the headboard,
illuminating the room, then stamped angrily to the closet.  "You still have
time," he said back over his shoulder.  "Someone will pick you up and drive
you home."

   "I could take a taxi," she said, getting up from the bed and collecting
her clothes.

   "Nah," he said, buttoning his shirt.  "And don't get dressed.  I like to
look at you like that.  You can get dressed after I leave.  The man won't
be here for a while yet."

   "All right," she agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching him
pull on a dark pair of trousers.  "Is there anything I can do to help?"

   "No," he smiled.  "You've already helped me.  I feel like a million
dollars.  You just sit there and look beautiful, that's how you can help
me."

   "Do you want me to wait for you?" she asked, suddenly thinking of having
to go home to her empty apartment.

   "This will probably take all night," he said, coming to the bed and
lifting her small chin with a delicate finger.  "Besides, you probably have
a hundred boyfriends just drooling for a date with you.  Now c'mon," he
added, quickly slipping into a pair of socks and lacing up his shoes, "give
me a kiss at the door."

   She followed him from the bedroom and across the wide living room to the
front door where he hurriedly pulled on a jacket.

   He stepped close, smiling at her, and held her by the shoulders, letting
his eyes go from her pretty face to her toes and back again, taking in her
nakedness and recording it deep in his brain before quickly kissing her
cheek.

   "I wish I could stay and finish what I started," he said regretfully,
"but duty calls.  Don't forget to leave your number on the table before you
go." He kissed her again quickly and stepped out the door, leaving her
alone and very confused in the apartment.

   The encouraging smile she had worn for him sank slowly from her full
lips as the finality of his hurried departure came home to her.  She turned
slowly, looking around at the elegantly furnished room and the vast skyline
of millions of glittering stars set richly in an inky blanket of velvet,
trying not to think of the ill-timed phone call or her aching vagina,
letting the lonesome stars flush her mind of what she wanted most, what she
needed to satisfy the fiery longing deep within her womb.

   But Elliot's hard dick and swirling tongue leaped repeatedly into her
thoughts, increasing the pulse in her empty cunt.  She swallowed tightly as
she pictured his rock-hard seven-inch prick trembling and spurting its
sweet climax into her throat, then the masterful way he had brought her so
close to climax ...

   But why think of that, she told herself, walking slowly across the room
to the windows overlooking the dark city.

   All those people out there, all those men, she thought, a rush of hot
blood pounding along her thighs and into the fiery furnace of her cunt. 
Maybe I'll go out to the singles' bar around the corner from my apartment,
she mused silently, thinking of the men she had met there.  Or maybe I
could call Bobby and he could sleep at my place, snuggle warmly into me ...


   Her mind drifted to the men she had known in her life, their hot hands
grabbing at her when she was sixteen, and her flat refusals, then the more
sophisticated but still boyish attempts to seduce her by the dates she had
after high school, and her final submission to a psychology major at the
college in her hometown in Nebraska.

   Yes, I wish you were here now, she thought, remembering the way he had
lead her, gently but insistently, going further and further until he had
her panties off and her legs spread on his narrow bed, her tight young
pussy yawing wide to accept his steadily advancing tool.  She remembered
the quick stab of pain as if it were yesterday, recalled how her hymen had
stretched agonizingly before yielding to the bulbous purple tip as it
forced its way into her, sliding unstoppable into the soft folds of her
virgin cunt, her timid pussy spasming wildly at the stranger, the new and
pulsating rod that pushed ever longer and ever harder into her, filling her
totally and blissfully for the first time.

   Where are you now, she wondered idly, moving her hand to her curly
mound, teasing the short hairs with her fingertips as she stared out at the
night.  Her other hand went to her full breast, teasing it absently,
letting her throbbing pussy dictate her thinking, mixing the men she had
known with movie stars she had thrilled after and swooned over, tangling
them in a curious web of blank faces and hard cocks, pricking her mind with
fanciful ideas and positions, even ferreting out the possibility of
servicing two men at once.

   She let her fingers touch the soft lips of her pussy as she imagined
herself kneeling between the widespread legs of Elliot Beaumont, his rod
pistoning far into her mouth as Bobby banged away at her unprotected box,
driving his eight-inch cock into her with powerful strokes, stoking the
fires of her insatiable cunt.

   "My but you're a pretty little nymph," a voice said, startling her.

   She hadn't heard the door open and now she spun around, finding a
stranger standing close behind her with a knowing grin spread across his
face.

   "What-what are you doing here?!" she stammered, throwing her arms across
her breasts timidly.

   "I came to drive you home," he said easily, obviously enjoying her
discomfort.  "I've been watching you for a few minutes now."

   She blushed profusely, remembering how she had been touching herself. 
"Why didn't you-"

   "Why didn't I announce myself?"

   "Yes."

   "I'm sorry for that, but it's not every day I get to look at someone as
pretty as you." He smiled at her, then stuck out his hand.  "My name's
Tommy."

   She accepted it without thinking, and not knowing what else to say, she
said, "I'm ...  I'm Paulette.  I didn't expect you so soon," she added
blushing, then realizing what she had said, she blurted, "I mean, I-"

   "I know," he laughed, easing the tension.  "But if I had let you know I
was here I would have never gotten to know you so well." He smiled, showing
even white teeth and an infectious grin.

   "I don't usually stand around naked," she began to explain, letting go
of his hand.  "It's just I ...  " She shrugged, letting her explanation go.


   "You should stand around naked all the time.  It would do wonders for
guys like me."

   "Oh," she asked brazenly, liking their little game and feeling strangely
comfortable with her nakedness.  "What is it exactly I do for guys like
you?" she asked sweetly.  He straightened his shoulders, smiling back at
her, then looked down at the front of his trousers.

   She followed his teasing gaze, continuing their game.  Then she
swallowed tightly at the size of the bulge outlined against his thigh.  "I
did that to you?" she teased, standing openly now, her breasts tingling at
his nearness.

   "Yes, as a matter of fact you did."

   She heard the confidence come into his voice at her obvious interest in
the fascinating bulge, and asked, "Should I apologize for doing that to
you?"

   "No," he answered slowly, letting his eyes travel over her.  "You should
not apologize for doing it to me, but you should apologize if you don't do
something to rid me of it."

   Her brows shot up playfully.  "And what is it, pray tell, that you would
have me do to rid you of it?"

   His smile broadened as he took her arm and led her toward the bedroom.
"I'll show you what you can do."

   Her feet padded softly on the deep pile carpeting as she rushed to keep
up with him.  Her pussy pouted angrily at its emptiness, sending wave after
wave of gripping tension through her as the soft lips of her cunt rubbed
tantalizingly together with each step.

   "You are just what the doctor ordered," he said huskily, closing the
door behind them and tearing at the buttons of his shirt with his thick
fingers.

   "Here," she offered helpfully, bringing her hands to the stubborn
buttons, "let me help."

   He calmed slowly and dropped his hands, allowing her to continue at her
pace, easing the burtons open one at a time.  Her proud tits and sleek
frame enchanted him, forcing a cruel smile to his dark features.  He drew
his tongue across his lips in lustful anticipation, seeing her soft breasts
jiggle freely as the shirt opened and she tugged it from his pants.

   "Shoes," he said cryptically, flipping off his shirt and tossing it
carelessly on the floor.

   "Whatever the man wants," she agreed teasingly, "the man shall get." She
lowered herself to her knees, feeling a small spasm rock her as she came on
eye level with his bulging organ.

   "Shoes," he repeated, taking charge of the situation, dominating her
with his size, his stern voice, and the animal desire that flushed
everything else aside.

   She kept her breathing shallow and controlled as she nervously undid the
lacings, her poor cunt throbbing endlessly as she pictured his gnarled root
spearing her and filling her stomach with glorious man-strength.  She
slipped off his shoes and continued without being told, rolling off his
socks and laying them neatly on the floor, her actions obedient and sure.
Then looking up at him, she asked quietly, keeping her voice steady, "Is
there anything else you would like me to do while I'm down here?"

   "As a matter of fact there is," he said, opening his pants and letting
them slide down around his ankles.

   "I'll do your underpants," she said quickly, wanting to prolong the
agony of anticipation as she saw the gleaming tip of his gigantic tool
peeking out at her from below the leg of his shorts.  She took the soft
cloth in her fingers and eased his shorts steadily downward, sliding the
waistband slowly over his slender hips until his golden pubic hairs showed.
Her mouth watered.  Her lips trembled as the cloth moved, creeping slowly
at her insistent pressure, finally exposing the huge base of his prick.

   "You'll like it," he assured her, seeing her wince at the measurements
of his thick tool.  "I'm going to see to it that you like it."

   She didn't answer, keeping her eyes glued to his wide shaft as she
continued to pull at his shorts, revealing more of the unbelievable organ,
teasing herself with the slow movement, studying the tangled pattern of fat
blue veins clearly highlighted against the white of his skin.  She
swallowed again, her cunt a raging inferno.  The shorts slipped to
mid-thigh, exposing the head of the monster.

   "My God!" she found herself saying as ten inches of half-hard dick hung
incredibly thick only inches from her face.  "It's beautiful," she
whispered breathlessly, fascinated by its sheer size.  She remained
motionless, in awe-struck wonder.  It's like looking at an undulating
cobra, she thought, repelled and attracted at the same time.  Her senses
told her it wasn't true.  Her trembling cunt ached maddeningly with searing
lust as she gently hefted it in her two hands, thrilling at the strength of
it, yet appalled and shaking at the length of it.

   "You like it, honey?" he asked, moving it closer to her shocked face.

   "Oh, God yes!" she moaned, kissing the gigantic tip and lavishing small
kisses along the length of it.  "I want it in me," she groaned
passionately, dragging her tongue back and forth over it in a frenzy.  "All
of it!  I want all of it in me!"

   "Make it hard, baby," he gloated openly.  "And if you are good Daddy
will give his little girl a reward."

   "I'll be good," she promised, hurrying to force the tip into her hot
mouth.

   "Make it real hard, Baby, 'cause Daddy has a special surprise for you,"
he laughed, feeling her soft lips and open throat grasping for more of his
swelling tool, tickling a sadistic fancy as he watched her wrestle
frantically with the bulbous tip and an inch or so of shaft despite pushing
herself onto it with all her strength.

   It's gonna kill me, she thought wildly, continuing to suck at the giant
stem.  It's going to tear me apart!  Split me right down the middle!  Her
aching cunt was racked with spasm after spasm of wrenching desire, wanting
to be filled, crying out to be stretched and bruised with the throbbing
battering ram.

   "That's the baby," he cooed happily, his dick straight out now.  "Make
it good and hard."

   She cupped his balls with one hand and with the other she stroked the
base of his shaft.  She sucked and licked and swirled her tongue on the
hard root, coaxing it with her churning mouth to even longer lengths,
desperate to make him happy.

   His smile was one of pure delight, watching her for long minutes in her
frenzy to get more into her eager mouth, sliding on it, pulling it, pushing
it, her jaws gaping, and still only the knob and a small portion of his
rigid dick could she get into her mouth.

   "You sure can suck a dick, honey," he praised.  "Now let's see what else
you can do." He lifted her by the arm and led her to the night stand by the
bed.

   Magically and suddenly, she found herself on her feet and walking next
to him, her eyes lovingly on his swaying manhood, still not believing it to
be real, intimidated by it, openly afraid, hoping he would be gentle with
her, open her slowly before easing the tip into her wide cunt.  Then force
it all the way in, she thought.  Push it in until I cry enough!  Then force
more of it into me!

   She didn't notice him open the drawer of the night stand and take out a
tube of lubricant.  Her mind saw only his glorious phallus swaying
ponderously as he moved.

   Then just as suddenly as before, she found herself lying on the bed and
having no idea of how she got there, just that she could still see his huge
dick as he slowly milked it with his big hand, teasing her, taunting her
with its bigness.

   "So ya like em big, huh?" he asked, his voice hard.

   "Oh, please!" she begged, her knees rocking open and closed in
anticipation.  "Please put it in me!"

   "Oh, I'm going to," he drawled slowly, squeezing out a handful of jelly
onto his prick.  "I'm going to put the whole thing into you.  You can bet
on that."

   "Please!  Now!" she moaned.

   He stared down at her, a thin smile on his face as he spread the
lubricant evenly over his cock.  Then his smile grew sadistic as he
ordered, "Turn over!"

   She obeyed quickly, thinking he was going to fuck her doggy-fashion, to
drive that huge hunk of meat into her wide-open cunt from the rear.  She
hugged a pillow to her breast and raised her ass high in the air, her knees
spread, feeling him move onto the bed and position himself behind her.

   He gently fondled the moons of her ass as he brought his knees between
hers, barely touching her raging slit with the tip of his tool as he
kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks.

   "I'm going to enjoy this," he said slowly, seeing her tightly stretched
asshole so delicate and unprotected, so open and trusting before him.  He
ran a greasy finger across her tensely knotted starburst, feeling the
muscle cringe beneath the unexpected touch.

   "Hurry!  Fuck me!" she cried, moving back to meet the head of his huge
tool.  But instead of the lips of her searching cunt finding the object of
her desire, she felt the greased tip of his dick press lightly against her
virgin asshole.  Too late she knew his intentions.

   His hands closed over her hips in a vise-like grip.  "Don't you move,
bitch!" he snarled.  "You wanted it and now you're going to get it!"

   "Not in my ass!" she cried, wiggling frantically to be free, her mind
racing feverishly at the horrendous possibility of him forcing twelve
inches of hard cock into her struggling ass.  She panicked, thrashing
wildly against him, kicking out her legs in desperate defense until his
huge fist slammed into the side of her head, dazing her in a shower of
exploding stars.

   Her head hurt terribly from the vicious punch, then through a fog of
pain she felt her knees being pried apart and his weight shifting the
mattress as he crawled closer behind her.  In blind seething panic, she
tried to move, but her body refused to obey.  Her arms and legs were putty,
useless and limp.  Even the steadily increasing pressure as his cock head
fought to gain entrance into her ass held no real meaning for her.  It was
as if it were happening to someone else, as if she were watching safely
from a distance.

   But then the tight ring of her ass began to open, yielding to his
unstoppable lance.  Slowly at first, the feeling just new and strange, not
painful, but very much similar to the pressure she had felt before her
cherry had been broken.

   And again she felt her tiny asshole stretching, opening still further,
the pain like none she had ever experienced.  And still he was not in her!

   He felt the God-awful lust of domination, watching as her puckered
asshole retreated, clamping tightly shut as the shining tip pressed against
it.  He stared ravenously at her soft crack, watching intently as he
increased the pressure, seeing the wrinkled ring give ground grudgingly and
finally accept the very tip, slipping tightly onto it and quivering like a
virgin at his approach.

   He moved slowly, thoroughly enjoying Paulette's fruits as he let her
poor asshole adjust before surging forward another half-inch, her starburst
now smooth and taut as it bit down helplessly on the gleaming slope of his
purple cockhead.

   "Oh, God!  Oh, God!" Paulette moaned into the pillow, her ass on fire,
still unable to move.

   Another heroic push and her asshole slipped tightly over the huge knob
of his prick.

   "Take it out!" she cried, wanting to escape this torture, deathly afraid
he might ram it all the way home.  "Please take it out!" she whined
piteously.

   "Sure, I'll take it out," he sneered, pushing another half-inch into
her. "After you make me come!"

   "Please!  Please!" she begged, feeling a thousand darts of agony
shooting through her.  "I'll do anything!  Stop!  Please!" The white-hot
rod ripped at her, plowing its way into her.  She was nearly faint.  The
agony was unbearable.

   "Half!" he panted gleefully, seeing his shaft buried deeply in her hot
hole.  "You got half in you!  You're gonna get it all!" He pulled back
slightly, then pushed it in to the halfway point again, thrilling at her
whimpering and pleading.

   "Please!  No more!  I'll do anything!" she cried, feeling him tense to
push further into her fiery ass.

   His hands tightened savagely on her, cutting into her smooth flesh with
his rough fingers.  And with a groaning ecstasy he drove his sword to the
hilt, burying every inch in her smoldering hole.

   No sound came from her.  She lay as if dead, holding her breath and
biting down on the pillow to keep from fainting at the enormity of the
pain.

   He lay over her, unmoving, kissing her shoulders wildly, telling her
with mad lust, "You have me!  You have all of me!" He bit her neck and back
and forced his hands under her, roughly squeezing her tits.  "You fantastic
bitch!  You have all of me!"

   Tears rolled from her tightly closed eyes.  Her breathing was ragged. 
Sweat beaded on her forehead.  What he was saying was incomprehensible. 
Her whole life, her very being was centered around her searing,
overstretched asshole.  Nothing made sense to her but to hold still and
wait for the pain to subside, to keep from crying out or moving a muscle
for fear of increasing the terrible agony in her ass.

   "Talk to me!" he demanded, squeezing her tits viciously.  "Tell me you
love it!  Tell me!"

   "Please," she whimpered.  "Please take it out!"

   "Talk to me!  Talk to me, bitch!" he snarled.  "Or I'll stroke you to
death!"

   "Oh, please!  Please take it-"

   He withdrew six inches and slammed it back into her.  "Talk to me!"

   "I love it!  Please!  I love it!" she wailed crazily, willing to do
anything to keep him from doing that again.

   "Louder!  You cunt!"

   "I love it!  Dear God!  I love it!"

   "Louder!" he screamed in her ear, slam-stroking her again.

   "Please!  I love it!  I love it!" she screamed over and over.

   He bit her shoulders with a vengeance and painfully rolled her sore
nipples between his fingers and thumb, deliberately hurting her body in
many places to get her mind off her quivering ass.

   "Move!" he ordered.  "Move your ass!"

   "No more!" she croaked helplessly.  "Please no more!"

   He quickly full-stroked her, sliding his pounding rod out to the very
tip and driving it back in with all his strength.

   "Move!" he ordered again.  "Move your ass, damn you!"

   Scared, frightened, out of her wits with pain, she arched her back,
wiggling her scalding ass against him, praying he would come.  Her
movements were frantic.  Anything, she thought wildly, to get that horrible
thing out of my ass!

   "That's it, baby," he breathed in her ear.  "Work it, you tight-assed
bitch!  Move on it!"

   She tried desperately to please him, even beginning to slide an inch or
so in and out of her burning ass as she squirmed in complete surrender.

   "Slide more of it in and out!" he growled, biting her back and shoulders
in lust-ridden rage.

   She slid her ass forward, sliding on it, terrified he would full-stroke
her again and again, impale her on his huge tool.  First two inches, then
three she slid in and out, taking more with each painful stroke, the flame
in her ass now ebbing with the constant motion, her distraught asshole
easing its violent protests as the soothing lubricant began to cool the
way.

   "What am I doing to you?" he yelled feverishly.

   "You're fucking my ass!  Yes, you're fucking my ass!"

   "Take more of it!" he ordered, lifting her hips and guiding her back and
forth on his deeply imbedded organ.

   It hurts, she told herself, moving slowly, accepting six inches of
sliding dick, but not like before.  She arched her back further, opening
herself to him, giving herself up to his strong hands and willing her
trembling bum-hole to accept the probing intruder.

   She was moving easily now, he thought, gripping her hips tighter and
extending the stroke to eight full inches.

   "You're doing fine, honey," he panted happily.  "But you're not talking
to me!"

   "I love it!" she gushed quickly.  "I love it!  I love it!  I love having
you in my ass!"

   "Tell me about it!" he ordered, pulling her back and forth with his
hands in a slow and easy motion, seeing the pink ring of her widespread ass
sliding smoothly over his thick shaft.

   "You're fucking me," she moaned softly, her words echoing warmly in her
fevered brain.  "You're pushing that big thing in to me ...  and now you're
letting it slide out ...  and now in again ...  and God!  It is soooo big!"


   He released her hips.  "You work it now," he told her, holding his hands
ready to grab her if she tried to get away.

   But she didn't.  Instead, she continued the long stroke, taking more now
than when he was holding her, easing it in and out of her open ass with
grateful thoroughness, from base to tip in controlled acceptance of the
inevitable.

   He reached down and cupped a taut breast, kneading it gently in his
powerful fingers before tenderly rolling the rigid nipple between finger
and thumb.

   "You fantastic animal!" he breathed passionately, feeling the blood
begin to boil in his balls.  "You're making me feel real good, baby," he
told her hotly, running his hand down her stomach to her curly mound.

   The pain was gone now.  A rosy glow of euphoria enveloped her as the
hard knob of his manhood parted her bowels, filling her as she had never
been filled before.  His rigid shaft slid easily now, keeping her hole wide
with its slippery thickness as it continued its back-and-forth dominance of
her entire body, spearing life and desire into her with its majesty.

   Her tender tits hurt savagely, and she groaned as his hand enveloped her
breast again.  But this time he was gentle, teasing the nipple with
delicate caresses as her soft ass and hot insides rode his lance
faithfully, drawing it into her with slow determination, stroking it with
the velvet walls of her rectum, gripping it and re-gripping it only to
continue the smooth-sliding ride that would take them to the sky-high
limits of orgasm.

   She rocked happily, as if in a trance, her mind, her whole being wrapped
around the throbbing shaft, suddenly loving his apple-sized cock head deep
in her hot belly.

   He shifted slightly, getting a better angle on her slow-stroking ass,
allowing her to continue at her pace, wanting to prolong the sliding
softness, wanting her to break into frenzied orgasm when he did.  He drew
his fingers along the moist slit of her cunt, finding the flowers of her
labia sodden with slippery juices and the tiny shaft of her clitoris
throbbing violently beneath his fingers.

   "Tell me what it is like!" he commanded.

   "Better-it's better than anything I've ever felt!" she stammered.  "It's
so big and it's in so far!  Don't stop filling me!  Don't stop!" she
begged. "Make me come!  Make me come with you in my ass!  All the way in my
ass!"

   She threw herself back on the thick rod, feeling his angry pulsating
knob opening her, impaling her mightily, stretching her quivering asshole,
filling her eager rectum, stoking the wild furnaces of her stomach.

   "Stroke it, baby!  Stroke it!" he yelled, her asshole clamped tightly
around his prick, her stomach a hot knot caressing his entire length of
throbbing cock as she smashed back on it, stroking it fully, skewering
herself willingly on his hard twelve-inch rod, slamming back against him
with ferocious intensity, trying to get more stiff shaft into her gobbling
ass, tossing her head in building orgasm as she twisted and turned, arching
her tanned back still further, greedily wanting more, more, and still more
pipe in her soft ass!

   "Do it!  Do it, you wanton bitch!" he commanded crazily, his orgasm
close.  He grabbed her hips and stroked her, violently smashing his pelvis
against her churning cheeks, giving her what she wanted in powerful,
lunging strokes, showing her no mercy as he continued to drive his prick
into her defenseless asshole.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" she screamed wildly, grabbing the pillow in a violent
death grip.  "God, yes!  Come in me!  Shoot your spunk into me!  Kill me
with your magnificent rod!"

   His jaws were clamped tightly shut and his muscles bulged frighteningly
as he strained for release.  He drove his pile-driving rod full-stroke deep
into her ass, slamming repeatedly into her bowels with the force of a
sledge hammer, his orgasm forcing him to greater lengths, grinding his
raging prick into her and holding her there fully impaled and squirming as
he jetted gob after fiery gob of scalding cum into her open stomach.

   "Yes!  God!  I'm coming too!" she cried hysterically, his huge knob
boiling her insides as it throbbed out its burning juices straight into her
churning stomach, shattering her orgasm into a million swirling lightning
bolts of erotic frenzy.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   "Good God," Tommy sighed incredulously.  "You're something else." He let
himself relax completely, lying over her, basking in the gentle glow of
post-orgasm.  Her still tight rectum held his shrinking tool in its firm
grasp as he caught his breath.

   She was still panting from the intensity of her orgasm, feeling his
weight on her and his comfortable length of dick lolling in her ass,
keeping her wide open and very aware of her accomplishment.

   He kissed her lightly on the ear.  "I'm sorry for hitting you before,"
he apologized.  "But I just couldn't let you get away."

   "I glad I didn't get away," she sighed, pulling his hand to her mouth
and kissing his thick fingers individually in gratitude.  "I've, never felt
anything like that before."

   "I'm glad you liked it," he cooed meaningfully.  "I thought you were
going to pass out there for a while."

   "It just took me a little while to get used to it," she said, forgetting
the pain she had endured, remembering only the blinding orgasm that had
flashed through her thoroughly fucked ass.  Smiling at her initial terror,
she asked, "Do all your girls take as long as me to get used to it?"

   He laughed at her naivete.  "You won't believe this," he told her, "but
I have never been able to get a girl to do it for me.  You are the first,
baby."

   "I find that hard to believe," she chided gently, thinking he was
teasing her.

   "I'm serious," he maintained.  "My dick is too big.  I've been with a
lot of girls, but none of them could ever open up enough for me to get it
in." He kissed her tanned shoulder.  "And believe it not, I have never
forced a girl to anything before.  But when I saw you by the windows when I
came in something came over me.  Maybe it was the frustration at having
been turned down so many times-I don't know-but I knew when I saw you that
I was finally going to slide my dick into a soft ass."

   Her pride was piqued, she did not like at all that he thought she would
be easy to fuck.  "What if I had just gotten dressed instead of-" She
stopped, remembering how very easy it had been for him to lead her to the
bedroom.

   "I don't think anything would have happened," he answered.  "But when I
saw how eager you were to have sex with me I thought I would take advantage
of the situation."

   She was no longer listening.  She thought back to her ready agreement
with the stranger now lodged comfortably in her ass, to her agreement with
Bobby, to agreements with twenty other guys she had met since moving to
California.  Am I a whore, she asked herself, a round-heels that falls over
for every guy that comes along?  Her mind raced to find one man, just one,
whom she had dated that she hadn't-no, wait, she thought, and not just
dates either.  What about the others?

   She felt him shift slightly, felt his thick cock stir in her bruised
chute as he snuggled closer, more fully on her, obviously perfectly content
to remain softly lodged in her ass as he relaxed for those precious few
minutes after orgasm in silent contemplation.  She heard his breathing
return to normal and his soft sigh of satisfaction as he enjoyed her warmth
and easy-there it was again, she thought.  There was THAT word again-EASY!

   She remained still, being his pillow, as she brought up memories from
her past, remembering experiences that perplexed her confused mind, made
her think and rethink her role in life, about the men she had been with
prior to Bobby, prior to her forced inauguration into the sultry world of
oral sex.

   Before Bobby, she thought, I didn't consider myself a "bad girl." Oh, I
had lovers, but I always managed to control my sex drive, accept the
passive role in sex, never would think of yelling "Fuck me!  Fuck me!" as I
did just minutes ago.  My sex then was always done missionary style, always
done "properly," without all those "bad acts" that would make me a bad
girl.

   She wanted to laugh at her unbelievable small town thinking, wishing her
mother and father and all her up-tight neighbors from the town of
Kensington, Nebraska could see her now!-lying under a complete stranger
with my ass packed full of monstrous cock.  Oh, that would shock them, she
thought maliciously, startle the pants right off them, especially that
holier-than-thou Peggy MacDonald, my trusted friend and confidante through
high school, the prim girl who blanched visibly and quickly crossed her
fingers over her heart when I told her of actually "doing it, going all the
way" with my psychology-major boyfriend.

   Yeah, she thought bitterly, I would shock all of you with my new desires
and thirst for life and love that you up-tight assholes will never have and
never experience.  You just keep doing the right things at the right times,
with your planned lives and scheduled sex, and leave me the hell alone!

   Thank you, Bobby.  Thank you, Bobby.  Thank you, Bobby, she repeated
over and over.  I'm permanently indebted to you for opening me up to life
and all its joys, even though you had to force me, like the man deep in my
ass right this minute, a man I knew for only a few minutes before allowing
him to fuck my ass to a fare-thee-well as Elliot would say, and showing me
what sex can be and mean if you are willing to do anything and try
anything, to give yourself up to the glorious and magnificent god of love.

   I may be a round-heels and a whore, she thought, but what I do is my
business and my business alone!  I'm going to enjoy myself, and I'm going
to experiment and try everything at least once!  And by God, I'm going to
be the best at it!

   She thought of Bobby and his worried concern about whether she could
please Elliot Beaumont.  She remembered Elliot's words about the dreamers
and wishers outside in the dark city wanting to be at the top but doing
nothing about it.  Well, she told herself with total conviction, I am going
to get to the top, and I am going to enjoy getting there!  If I have to
fuck and suck cock to get there then I will fuck and suck cock with the
best of them, with a passion!  No more self-recriminations and doubts as to
what is right and proper!  I know what is right and proper!  Anything that
helps Paulette Bodine is right and proper!

   She felt the heavy tool in her ass recede further, shrinking down as he
lay spent over her.  You forced me, Tommy, to open myself to you, she
thought, just as Bobby forced me to open myself to him, forced me to suck
his hard cock that first time.  Yes, that first time was glorious, even if
I did protest then too, shaking my head and fighting it, gagging at the hot
load of cum that filled my virgin mouth, struggling to get it down as he
held my head and forced me to drink every drop.  Thank you, Bobby, she
thought again.  Thank you for everything!

   She tightened the muscles of her ass, experimenting with her newfound
toy, enjoying his groaning response as she played with his thick tool,
squeezing it and releasing it, milking it of every last drop of spunk.

   He groaned loudly, feeling his dick responding with a surging throb
between the undulating buttocks.

   "Who would have thought you could get so good so quickly?  Just thirty
minutes ago you were a virgin, and now ...  and now you're fantastic," he
breathed hotly.  "But, unfortunately, I don't think we have enough time for
an encore, as much as I would like to ream your tight ass again."

   He pulled back slightly and glanced over at the clock.  "Aww shit," he
said.  "It's after ten o'clock and I have to be at the players' dormitory
by eleven for bed check to make sure they are all tucked in early." He
slapped her playfully on the hip.  "Hey, pretty lady, are you listening to
me?"

   "I'm listening," she said sleepily, not wanting him to ever take his
huge prick from her thankful ass.  "I'm listening ...  "

   "C'mon, Babe," he shook her.  "We have to get up.  We have just enough
time for a shower before I drive you home."

   "Can't you miss even one little bed check?" she asked.

   "That's my job, baby.  You have your work and I have mine.  Now c'mon,"
he said, backing away slowly and beginning to slide his heavy tool from her
protesting hole, watching as her pink ring gripped at him and finally
quivered over his massive cockhead.  "God, I hated to do that," he said,
moving to the side of the bed and getting to his feet.

   She agreed slowly, feeling loose and empty inside as she brought her
legs together and rolled from the bed to stand beside him.

   "How's your delectable ass feeling now?" he asked, throwing his huge arm
across her shoulders and walking her to the bathroom in the hall.

   "It feels very happy," she said, grinning up at him.  "And very loose!"

   "Can I give you some advice?" he asked, adjusting the shower spray.

   "Sure."

   "If I'm not around you should get someone else to keep you loose, ream
you out again either tomorrow or the next day.  That way you won't have any
troubles the next time you meet someone like me.  Believe me, there's
nothing that will make your man happier than to have a number of holes to
choose from."

   She finished stuffing her hair into a shower cap before joining him
under the refreshing spray, thinking of who she might ask to keep her
loose. Then looking at him strangely as she built a lather on his cock and
balls, she asked, "Do you really think I should keep it loose?"

   "Sure do," he told her.  "Get your ass used to it because if you don't
it will tighten right back up on you.  I'm a trainer out at the football
camp and I see a lot of muscle pulls because the guys don't exercise
regularly or they start off cold.  Keep a muscle in shape and it will
accomplish unbelievable feats for you.  Hell," he added, "with your looks
and talents there's no telling what you might accomplish." He kissed her
softly and began soaping her body.

   * * *

   Paulette thought about what he had said as they drove along the coast
highway toward, her apartment.  She looked over at Tommy, seeing his strong
profile, noticing the easy manner of his driving, thinking she was glad she
had met him, had tasted his huge cock, and most of all she was glad he had
introduced her to a whole new world of sex.

   The dark sandy hills slid by quickly as Tommy accelerated.  He checked
his watch in the dim dashboard lights and said, "It's going to be close. 
By the time I get you home I'll just have time to get to the dorm if I
speed all the way."

   "If you want," she said, "I'll go with you and you can drop me off
later."

   "I don't know," he murmured, glancing over at her and seeing her soft
hair flowing in the breeze from the window.  "I guess it would be all
right. Girls aren't usually allowed in the dorm, but of course we make
exceptions, like after we win an important game or Mr.  Beaumont is feeling
extra generous." He looked at her eager face and said, "Yeah, what the
hell. Besides, it will give those animals something to think about.  Maybe
it will make them work harder for a night off."

   "You mean I'll be going around with you to their rooms?  Actually seeing
if they are in bed or not?" she asked incredulously.

   "Sure," he kidded.  "They don't embarrass easily.  You'll give them some
nice dreams.  And don't worry, I'll protect you."

   "Protect me?" she chirped.  "I'll need protection?!"

   "Well," he said, teasing her, "you know how boys will be." Then being
serious, he added, "They'll only whistle and make cat calls, but they'll
only be funnin' you." He turned off the highway at Sepeda Boulevard and
turned right into the traffic, enjoying the silence, waiting for her next
question.

   "What have I let myself in for?"

   "It'll only take a few minutes," he assured her.  "then, my dear, I am
going to take you home and do you a second time." He smiled cutely at her
and pulled her close under his arm, letting his hand slide down to her
breast.  "You make me horny as hell."

   She snuggled warmly against him, resting her fingers lightly on his
tool, caressing it softly over its entire length, still marveling at the
huge colossal head of it, its shape clearly outlined along his thigh.

   "You aren't saying much," he said, nudging her softly with his shoulder.


   "You want me to talk to you again?" she teased, gently squeezing his
dick.  Her eyes danced brightly and the tip of her coral tongue brushed
lightly along her lips.  "I can't wait for you to put this thing in me
again," she said, taking a deep breath and resting her head back against
the seat.  "Drive it burning into my aching ass, in my cunt, in my hot
mouth."

   "Easy," he warned.  "I just might pull over and do you right here!"

   "I dare you!" she challenged, rubbing her hand softly along the shaft
that promised to ease the savage aching in her cunt, fill her churning ass
until she cried with tearing ecstasy, the dick that she would kiss and lick
and suck and fondle until it was hard and straight and throbbing wildly and
eager to spear her, her asshole or her flaming cunt, exactly the way Tommy
wanted her to be, had told her a woman should be, ready and willing to take
her man's tool into her, to lavish on him a choice of eager openings.  "I
dare you!" she repeated.

   "Ah, but you are a perfect little nymph, my dear," he said happily,
clearly pleased with her as he pulled into the wide parking lot of the
brick-and-glass Tiger's dormitory.

   "Now what the hell is this?" he asked suddenly, staring up at the
lighted windows.  He quickly checked his watch.  "Damn it!  They better
have a good excuse for being up so late!"

   She quickly sat on her side of the seat and watched as he angrily slid
into a parking space near the entrance and killed the engine.

   "Come on," he said, throwing open his door and walking around the car to
her.  He helped her out of the car and took her arm, leading her along the
sidewalk to the wide double doors.

   "Now," he said gently, "I don't want you paying any attention to the way
I talk to them.  I have to see that they get their rest despite themselves.
If it were up to them they would be out all night drinking beer and chasing
women.  I have to yell and holler and make believe I'm mad at them, so if
the language gets a little bawdy just close your ears, o.k.?"

   She nodded her understanding and stepped through the door ahead of him,
entering what could have been a college dormitory.  There was a front desk
where a housemother might sit, but this desk was occupied by a very thin
and bald man wearing a sweat suit.

   "Hello Tommy," he greeted.  "I was just working on tomorrow's schedule-"


   "What's going on?" Tommy interrupted.  "How come all the lights are on?"


   "Mr.  Beaumont was here earlier," he explained quickly.  "He was in the
strangest of moods.  I've never seen him like that before.  He was smiling
and-"

   "Smiling?  Around players?" Tommy asked incredulously.

   "Yes, he was as happy as a kid for some reason, like he was in love or
something.  I don't know.  But he gave everyone the night off."

   "You're kidding?"

   "Nope.  He just left a few minutes ago.  Most of the guys left right
after him."

   Tommy shook his head unbelievingly, then turned to Paulette.  "Oh well,
this looks like a lucky break for us, huh?"

   She smiled sweetly, knowing what he was thinking by his wide grin and
shining brown eyes.  "Maybe we can pull off to the side of the road now?"
she teased.

   "What was that?" the little bald man asked.  "Pull off what road?"

   "It's just a private joke," Tommy explained.  Then asked, "What's the
workout schedule for tomorrow?" hoping he would have the morning free to be
with Paulette.

   "You won't have to come in until one o'clock if you can check Rudy
tonight," he said.  "He's in the gym with Cassidy doing light weights."

   "How's his knee look to you, Red?"

   "It seems strong, and he's been doing the exercises you ordered."

   "Any swelling today?"

   "No.  Not that I could see.  You could check it now if you want.  It
would save you a trip all the way here tomorrow morning."

   "Yeah, I guess so." He turned to Paulette and asked, "Would you be
interested in seeing the inside of a trainer's gym?"

   "I'd love to if it wouldn't take too long," she said, then added softly,
but loud enough for Red to hear, "I want to put something in my oven."

   "You bake at night?" Red asked curiously.

   "It's something I just started doing," she answered lightly, looking at
Tommy.  "Everything comes out so fresh and looooose!"

   Red scratched his head as he watched them walking toward the back of the
building.  She's so pretty, he thought, and so crazy!  Baking at night,
indeed!

   Tommy followed her up the stairs to the gym door, watching her soft ass
swaying invitingly beneath her short skirt, thinking of her marvelous saucy
manner and direct approach to life, knowing he was going to be in her tight
bottom again before this night was over.

   He caught up to her at the top of the stairs and opened the door for
her, allowing her to enter the plush gymnasium.

   "A lot of people think that football is just the playing on the field,"
he told her, coming up beside her.  "But football games are won through
exercise and hard work, doing things as a team.  All the parts have to fit,
each man has to be in top form, that's why we have so much specialized
equipment here."

   She looked around to the gleaming stainless steel contraptions,
beginning to understand the extremes professional athletes must go to stay
in shape.

   "Over here," he said, leading her to a series of pulleys and weights,
"is where the linemen build their neck and back muscles.  And this," he
added, pointing to a complicated set of levers and adjustable pedals, "is a
traction unit for leg development." He looked at her strangely for a
moment, then suggested, "How about it?  Would you like to try it out?"

   "You're kidding!" she gushed, backing away a step.  Then seeing he was
perfectly serious, she added, "I couldn't!  I'm not dressed for it!"

   "I'll adjust it so it won't be too strenuous.  It'll be fun.  C'mon," he
said, patting the leather seat, coaxing her with a big confident grin.

   "That's silly," she said, taking a step closer.  "What if someone comes
in?"

   "With the exception of Mr.  Beaumont, I'm the boss around here, Honey.
You don't have anything to worry about when you are with me."

   She looked uneasily at him, unsure whether she should or not.  Then
shrugging, she said, "O.K.," taking a step toward him and sitting timidly
in the seat.

   "Here," he said, kneeling before her and slipping her tiny feet into the
metal gripping shoes that fastened securely over her ankles, "this is how
it is done." He patted her knee and smiled.  "Sit back and lift your feet
around me."

   She brought her legs straight out in front of her, one on either side of
him, watching with amused eyes as she caught him looking up her dress.

   "Now," he said smoothly, placing his hands on the insides of her thighs,
"the idea is to get your legs to spread as wide as possible."

   She watched him push her legs apart, seeing him swallow tightly as he
rubbed his fingers along her soft thighs.

   "What are you smiling at?" she asked playfully.

   "I'm wishing you weren't wearing panties, that's all," he said huskily,
gently squeezing the soft meat above her widely parted knees.

   "What would you do if I wasn't wearing panties?" she teased.

   He quickly unstrapped her foot and said, "Why don't you slide them down
and find out?"

   "Why don't you," she challenged, "slide them down and show me?"

   "O.K., young lady, I'll do just that!" Without waiting, he slid his
hands up her dress and grabbed her panties at her sides, pulling them down
to her ass.  "Uh-hem," he said, tugging softly.  "You are going to have to
raise your sweet ass, my dear."

   "Yes dear," she answered sweetly, hitching herself up and allowing him
to slide the panties around the soft curve of her ass and down to her knees
where he deftly lifted her foot through them, letting her panties dangle
from her other leg as he strapped her foot back in the retaining metal shoe
and brought his glistening eyes back to her exposed pussy.

   "You have a beautiful cunt, my dear," he sighed, kissing her on the
thigh.  "I am going to enjoy this," he added breathlessly, bringing his
mouth quickly to her wide gash and darting his tongue full length into her
gaping hole.

   "My God!" she gushed, startled at the intensity of his attack, then,
feeling the clamoring of her clitoris, she wiggled further down in the seat
to meet his probing tongue.  Hot shivers caressed her tummy, sending rosy
flashes of delight into her yawning cunt, instantly responding to his long
fiery tongue reaming the tender lining of her soft cunt, his face pressing
hard against her open slit, rubbing his face into her as he frantically dug
for more of the sweet taste of her, the intoxicating woman scent of her.

   "Damn!" he said suddenly, backing away, his nose and chin shiny.  "I
want more of that!" He got up quickly and made an adjustment on the levers
behind her, then came around in front and raised her legs to his shoulders
so her tender ass was just barely touching the seat.

   "Tommy!" she gushed up at him, her legs held wide, her wet pussy
wrenched open and unprotected.  "Stop!"

   "Shhh!" he hissed, bringing his finger to his lips and smiling at her
predicament.  "You are under my power now," he leered at her jokingly.

   "Tommy!" she whispered fiercely.  "What if someone comes in?!"

   "Then," he shrugged helplessly.  "I guess they are going to catch me
eating you." He laughed and dropped to his knees before her, quickly French
kissing her squirming cunt full on the lips and darting his tongue along
the length of her splendid crack, even tickling her puckered asshole with
his feathery tongue before gently tugging at her scarlet labia with his
soft lips, nibbling at her teasingly.

   Her mind was afire with torrid images of his huge cock smashing into
her, spearing her with its magnificent hard length.  The delicious agony
his flicking tongue caused her, firing her eager loins with smoldering
passion, coupled mightily with the strange and exciting fear of being
caught so open and helpless.

   She trembled with dreaded anticipation, her small cunt responding hotly,
her mind flashing brilliant pictures of herself being watched, of showing
herself brazenly to a body of men, strangers, all wanting her, all with
huge hard cocks, all pressing forward to fill her with miles of throbbing
cock!

   He brought his mouth to her hard clitoris, capturing it between his soft
lips as he drove his stiff tongue at it, stabbing it with a rapid frenzy as
he felt her squirming wildly for more, moving and twisting in erotic
rapture, directing his lashing strokes onto her throbbing button, throwing
open her trembling thighs to him, giving her all, her everything, in a
lust-filled passion, wanting his fiery dagger to whip her poor little knob
to an exploding frazzle.

   He nuzzled hard against her quivering nub, knocking it from side to
side, punishing her with his soft tongue as his wet chin pushed against her
sweet hole, keeping it wide and churning, her drenched labia sliding
silkenly, wanting to accept the impossible width of his jaw, wanting to
engulf his lapping head, his whole body in her torrid cunt.  She
desperately wanted something in her hot pussy as the searing agony of
orgasm closed in on her, covered her in a pink mist of creeping spasms,
jerking the walls over her cunt convulsively as it searched for a hard
shaft to grip wildly, to fill her, to stretch her quivering vagina with its
hammering hugeness.

   She moaned softly, clasping his head tightly in her hands and pulling
him forward, her widespread thighs shaking uncontrollably at the unfamiliar
head trying to force its way into her, spreading her tender cunt lips over
his jaw, pressing on her agonized clitoris with his broad insistent tongue,
bringing her cherry-red climax shooting up from her toes and down from the
very pit of her stomach to the throbbing center of her being and colliding
in a blazing shower of spinning rockets that churned her gushing cunt into
a molten sliding gash of white hot meat.

   "I'm coming!" she cried.  "Eat me!  Bite my clit.  Make me COMMME!" she
bellowed, her vagina jumping and pounding, her screaming clitoris
blossoming into a fiery throes of orgasm, vibrating and searing her with a
technicolor rainbow of sparkling shooting explosions, twisting her burning
insides in frantic search for a hard cock head to clamp down on as the
momentum of the feverishly racing pin-wheels drew together in a blinding
flash of unending brilliance.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   "My God," she sighed breathlessly as he released her ankles and gently
lowered her feet to the floor.  "I thought I would never stop coming. 
You're fantastic!"

   "It's nothing, my dear," he said grandly, wiping at the corners of his
mouth with a delicate finger.  "You make it easy for a guy to do things for
you."

   She was hardly listening.  Her still racing mind was concentrating on
her well-used clitoris and the soft rosy afterglow settling warmingly over
her.  The savage thrill of a moment ago was replaced by a creamy mellowness
as she felt his gentle hands adjusting her skirt over her thighs and heard
him say something that was lost in the foggy channels of her mind.  "Huh?"
she asked.  "I didn't hear you."

   "I said, I am going to keep your panties as a trophy."

   "Anything you want is fine by me," she said sleepily.

   "C'mon now," he coaxed, sliding her panties into his pocket and taking
her hand.  "Up-sa-daisy, pretty Paulette." He got her to her feet and
suddenly gave her a brisk swat on the fanny.  "Wake up!"

   "Ow!" she cried, coming out of it and rubbing her bottom with both
hands. "Brute!"

   He laughed and took her arm, leading her across the gym.  "We'll see how
Rudy is doing, then I am taking you home and getting in that tight ass of
yours again."

   Hearing him talk so openly about fucking her ass she came fully awake.
She moved closer to him, matching his long steps, appreciating his bigness
and the protection he offered.  And suddenly feeling a strange draft on her
bare cunt, she stopped.

   "You have my panties!" she whispered fiercely.

   He smiled and tugged at her arm, making her walk.  "You said I could
have them as a trophy," he reminded her.

   She tried to stop him again but his insistent tugging brought her along.


   "I can't walk around like this!"

   "You're doing fine," he assured her, opening the door to the Specialized
Equipment Room where Rudy was working out.

   "Hello Rudy," he said, gently leading Paulette into the room.

   "Hello boss," Rudy greeted from his prone position on the wide leather
exercise table.

   "Hello boss," Cassidy said, removing a weight from Rudy's ankle.

   "Rudy, Cassidy, this is Paulette, my girlfriend of the evening."

   "Hi," she said smally, clearly intimidated by the close confines of the
room and the two men's near nakedness.

   "Hello," they quipped together, Rudy adjusting his shorts more politely
at his crotch, and Cassidy setting his sweat pants more comfortably at his
naked waist.

   "I came to look at your knee," Tommy said, leading Paulette to the
table. "You might as well see this," he told her.  "This is what comes from
not working out."

   Rudy winced at his boss's barb.  "Honest.  I just started running.  I
thought-"

   "You didn't think," Tommy said gruffly.  "If you were thinking this
wouldn't have happened." He let his eyes bore into Rudy's, making sure he
got the message, then said, "Lie back.  I want to look at it."

   Rudy obeyed sheepishly, falling back on his elbows and letting his legs
dangle off the edge of the table.

   "These are his operation scars," he told her, bringing her closer with a
wave of his hand.  He pointed to the angry red zipper-like scars on the
inside and outside of Rudy's knee.  "Can you see?" he asked her.

   She leaned across Rudy's left leg, trying to keep her eyes from the
prominent bulge so clearly outlined in his shorts.  "Yes," she managed to
say, feeling Rudy's eyes devouring her pendulous breasts as she leaned
further.

   "Come around here," Tommy told her, positioning her before Rudy and
reaching around her to take his ankle.  "Put your hands on his knee," he
told her, "and you will feel the roughness as the joint moves."

   She gently put her hands on Rudy's knee as Tommy moved the leg, seeing
at the top of her vision the tip of Rudy's growing tool, lengthening only
inches from her hands.

   Rudy's pulse pounded under her warm hands.  His dick throbbed and pushed
downward in the tight confines of his shorts.  It bulged obviously, the
classic mound of male need.  It bulged so obviously that Tommy noticed it.

   "You see that?" Tommy said, pulling Paulette back and pointing at Rudy's
straining rod.  "If he kept his mind on his business like he was supposed
to he wouldn't be in that condition.  That goes for his knee too."

   He lead Paulette to the door and said back over his shoulder, "Sleep
tight Rudy.  I hope you learned something from this."

   He closed the door softly behind them.

   * * *

   Turning out of the parking lot and onto the main drag, Paulette said,
"That was cruel what you did to Rudy."

   "I know, but sometimes I have to do hard things to make them play hard."


   She thought she understood, but she was still uneasy with his callous
treatment of one of his players.  She let it go, sitting back in her seat
and pondering what her reaction would have been if Tommy had asked her to
service Rudy.

   She remembered the hard shape of Rudy's struggling cock and asked
herself if she would have protested loudly before she slid her loving mouth
over the broad tip.  Ah, she thought, there it is.  I might have demurred
at first, maybe even acted insulted that Tommy should even suggest such a
thing, but in the end I would have serviced the rugged-looking Rudy, sucked
him off right there on the table in front of everyone.  Yes, she told
herself, I would have given him anything he desired, including something I
would not have even thought of just a couple of hours ago.

   She snuggled closer to Tommy, resting her hand on his huge prick.  I
might even have suggested that Rudy push his hard prick into my ass, bend
me right over the table and flip up my skirt and-Whoa!  she thought,
remembering Tommy had her panties.  She suddenly felt the cool seat beneath
her ass, pressing its chill reminder into her open cunt, making her very
much aware of her femininity, her hot box and still empty vagina, that very
special void that needed filling.

   "Tommy," she said softly, gently squeezing his prick to get his full
attention.

   "Yes?" he asked, sliding his hand up her side and cupping a soft breast.
He tweaked her nipple in his tender fingers, pulling her closer.

   "I want you in my pussy," she whispered shyly, squeezing life into his
growing tool.

   "And I am going to get in your cute little pussy, my dear, never fear on
that score.  But first I want to get in that tight ass of yours again."

   She smiled in the dark interior of the car, feeling her vagina quivering
with anticipation.  Then looking around her, she said quickly, "Right at
the corner.  It's the third house on the right."

   He slowed and eased the big car into the turn.  "I can't wait to get my
dick in you," he grinned, pulling into the driveway of the small house, and
killing the engine.

   She quickly slid across the seat and opened her door, scooting out with
a broadly challenging look back over her shoulder.  "I'll race you to the
bedroom!"

   And she was off and running across the lawn.

   He caught up with her as she fumbled with her keys in the dim lamplight
at the front door.

   "Oh damn," she mumbled, hurrying to slide the key into the lock.  "I'm
all thumbs tonight!"

   "You're not all thumbs," he assured her, bringing his hand to her ass
and patting it fondly.  "You're not all thumbs at all if this is any
proof."

   "You're making me nervous," she gushed, finally pushing into the house
and closing the door after them.  "Phew!" she sighed, leaning wearily back
against the door.  "I never thought we would get here!"

   His smile was meaningful as he quickly shrugged out of his jacket and
kicked off his shoes.  "Where's the bedroom?" he asked, letting his pants
fall around his ankles and stepping out of them before slipping out of his
socks and attacking his shirt.

   "You're fast," she complimented, dropping her pocket book to the floor
and concentrating on the incredible length of cock filling the leg of his
shorts.  But still she didn't move as she prolonged the delicious
inevitable.

   He stepped slowly to her, keeping his eyes on hers until he was close,
then dropped them slowly to her magnificent chest.  "I love your tits," he
said, slowly undoing the top button of her blouse, then the next, teasing
them open with his heavy fingers as he moved his hips closer, brushing the
tip of his bulging cock against her.

   "I love it slow," she said huskily.  "I love to be touched."

   He opened her blouse and cupped her breasts in his huge hands, feeling
their superb weight and contoured softness, touching her proud nipples with
his thumbs, lingering on her precious melons as her hands found his manhood
beneath the thin, material of his shorts.

   "Please do me slow," she breathed, wanting to fall on her knees and fill
her warm mouth with his mighty tool, make it hard and throbbing and hers to
have in her, far in her tight ass, reaming and pounding her delicate
bottom. "I want to come with you in me."

   "You will, baby," he said, easing her blouse from her skirt and slipping
it slowly back off her slender shoulders, exposing her golden fruit in the
mellow moonlight which filtered into the room and colored her perfect orbs
with burnished copper and the royal bronzes of the ancient goddess of love.
"Magnificent," he whispered, fumbling to open her skirt with his thick
fingers, hungry to have her naked and totally his to fondle and caress as
he finally freed the small button and worked the zipper at her side.

   She felt the sheer fabric of her skirt whip over her thighs and fall
gently to her feet, her cool tingling nakedness softly caressed by the
magic fingers of night.

   "I'm in heaven," she sighed, squeezing his tool with both hands.  "I
couldn't want anything more." She looked up at his tightly set features so
rosy in the moonlight and said slowly, her mouth wet with need, "I want to
make you very hard and very mine.  I want to suck your cock and lick your
balls until you are ready for me.  I want you hard and throbbing before you
push it into me."

   "What the lady wants," he mimicked her, slipping out of his shorts, "is
exactly what the lady will get."

   Her eyes stayed on his huge hanging prick for a second, again weak at
the sight of it, her tender pussy pulsating madly.  It took all her
strength to say, "Come," and lead him into the parlor where she sat him in
a wide easy chair before the small fireplace.  She paused before kneeling
between his legs, showing him the young body that was his to do with as he
wanted.  She cupped her breasts and offered them to his eager mouth for a
brief second, then stepped back.

   "You can have anything you want," she told him, gently lowering herself
between his widespread legs.  "You can have anything you want because you
have been so good to me.  You opened me up to a whole new world tonight,"
she added, hefting his tool in her hands.  "You can have my mouth, or my
cunt, or my ass-anything you want!" She bowed forward and brought her lips
to his huge dick head.

   "First," he said, moving his ass down and letting his balls hang off the
edge of the seat, "I want you to make me hard with your hot mouth right
now."

   She didn't hesitate.  She pushed her mouth around the mighty tip and
swirled her tongue on its sloping velvet head as she stroked the shaft with
her hands, doing everything she could to be good to him, loving the warm
cock in her wide mouth, knowing in just a few minutes it was going to be in
her smashing at the walls of everything she owned, wonderfully bruising her
soft cunt and tight ass.

   "Next," he said, watching her struggle with his growing manhood, "I am
going to get into that great ass of yours." He heard her moan softly on the
tip, anticipating his pushing far into her eager bottom.  "Then, little
lady, I am going to ream out that perfectly delicious cunt of yours."

   She bobbed her head over his prick, gobbling at the huge knob for long
minutes, caressing it with every ounce of her skill as the anxious walls of
her cunt clamored wildly to be fucked and stroked into sweet submission. 
She attacked the gnarled root with a savage determination, speeding her
frenzied tongue along the sensitive underside of his glistening shaft,
loving its pulsating hardness and giant purple tip, knowing now she could
handle it, could fuck the hard length of it with both her eager holes, wrap
herself around it and stroke it to fiery climax.

   She slid down and tongued his hairy balls, teasing them before gently
mouthing the right nut, then the left, humming softly on them to increase
his pleasure, then brought her mouth back to the shining tip and forced it
into her wide mouth.

   "God damn," he sighed.  "You give great head."

   She paused a moment, looking up at him, the tip still in her mouth as
she winked playfully and continued her ministrations to his rock-hard cock.


   He let her go on for soft pleasure-filled minutes, watching her feather
her tongue along it for a moment before again capturing the glistening head
between her feverish coral lips, making absolute love to his rigid rod. 
Then thinking of the soft moons of her warm ass and how they accepted his
tool, rode it to blazing climax, he stopped her.

   "I hope you have Vaseline," he said, pulling himself from the chair and
standing over her.

   She held the huge dick in her hands and kissed the tip a last time
before getting to her feet.  "I sure do," she said with a wide smile, "and
I can't wait for you to use it!"

   He laughed and followed her undulating bottom to the bathroom where she
quickly got a jar from the medicine chest above the sink and handed it to
him.

   "Wait," he said, handing it back to her and motioning for her to sit on
the edge of the tub.  "You grease me up."

   "I would love to," she agreed willingly, feeling the cold tub under her
bare ass.  She unscrewed the cap and scooped out a big handful, then dabbed
the gleaming lubricant on the base of his massive shaft, spreading it
delicately as she brought her mouth to the tip again.  She oiled the hard
rod as her tongue played soft games with his throbbing cock head, keeping
him hard and rigid and wanting to be in her hot and tight and eager chute.

   Then unable to wait any longer, she took her mouth from it and coated
the purple cock head with a heavy layer of glistening grease.

   "He looks so huge!" she said, setting the jar on the floor.

   "Are you worried?" he asked, offering her a hand up.

   "No.  I know you can get it in," she smiled impishly.  Then she added
with a bright look of love, "And please don't ever allow me to say no to
anything you want to do.  Please?"

   "Sure," he grinned, kissing her quickly on the lips.  "You have my
promise on that."

   She took his hand and pressed it to her lips before leading him out of
the bathroom and to the bedroom at the end of the hall, keeping her hungry
eyes on his swaying manhood as she pushed open the door of the dark bedroom
and guided him to the bed.

   "God, I want you!" she said, crawling quickly onto the bed, and suddenly
crying, "Bobby!" She jumped back, flashing on the bedside light.

   Bobby awoke slowly, blinking away the sleep from his eyes.  "Paulette?
Is that you!e" he asked, and seeing her, he added, "I thought I would wait
here for you and-" He noticed Tommy standing behind her.  "Tommy?" he
gushed.  "I'll be damned!  Tommy!  How are ya?"

   "Good, real good," he grinned.

   "You two know each other?" she asked, switching her confused stare from
one to the other.  Then looking at Bobby, she said, "I thought you were
going home."

   "I was," he explained, "but I thought I would come here and wait for
you. You don't mind do you?"

   "No, never.  I Just ...  I mean ...  " She looked at Tommy then back to
him, wondering if she should explain Tommy's presence, anxious with two men
in her bedroom.

   "Ah," Bobby said, seeing Tommy's nakedness for the first time.  He
glanced meaningfully at Paulette.  "I see we have a lot in common." He
smiled at her, then calmly stretched luxuriously on the wide bed, motioning
for her to look at the tent over his middle.

   She swallowed tightly before asking, "Do you always wake up with a
hard-on?" All the thoughts she had had about servicing two men came
flooding back to her.

   "I must have been dreaming of something nice," Bobby answered, eyeing
her nakedness.  "Oh, don't feel embarrassed.  Tommy and I used to share a
few girls together, ain't that right Tommy?"

   "Quite a few," Tommy said.  "Bobby and I used to room together at
college," he told her easily.

   Paulette stared in shock from one to the other.  They were being so
calm, she thought, about sharing a woman!  Like it was something they did
every day!

   "Have you had her yet?" Bobby asked, enjoying her discomfort.

   "We got acquainted at Elliot's."

   "She gives fantastic head, doesn't she?"

   "The best," he said.

   Suddenly Bobby reached over and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him,
saying, "Why don't you remind me of what a good little cocksucker you are?"
He threw the sheet from his body.

   "I-Bobby!  I couldn't!" she wailed, looking back at Tommy for
protection, but he was just smiling.

   "Put your lips around it," Bobby told her.  "Give me some of that
fantastic head!"

   "Bobby!" she protested, watching petrified as he eased back against the
pillows and pushed his hard cock at her face.

   "Remember what you asked me in the bathroom?" Tommy asked, taking her
ankles and pulling as Bobby forced his prick against her face.

   "Bobby!" she cried.  "Tommy!"

   "You asked me to never let you say no to anything," Tommy reminded her,
coming onto the bed and lifting her hips into the doggy-position.

   "I meant-"

   Bobby forced his prick against her lips.  "Shut up!" he ordered.  "Put
it in your mouth!"

   Shocked by his tone of voice she quickly spread her lips around his tool
as tears of embarrassment and shame filled her eyes and rolled freely down
her soft cheeks.  The hot prick kept her jaws wide as she felt Tommy
position himself behind her, getting ready to plunge into her exposed ass.

   "I see you are still interested in assholes," Bobby said, forcing more
of his prick into her mouth.

   "I love em!" Bobby answered smiling.  "She can take it too!  Can't ya,
baby?"

   Suddenly she remembered the promise she had made to herself in Tommy's
car; to do what she wanted, with whom she wanted, when she wanted to do it.
Her embarrassment was gone, replaced by a wild desire to please and be
pleased.  She felt the tip of Tommy's heroic rod touch against her asshole
and tasted the sweetness of Bobby's tool and she knew this was what she
wanted to do, had always wanted to do: service two men at once!

   "Can't ya baby?" Tommy repeated, slapping her hip.

   She nodded eagerly now, sucking Bobby's cock with a passion as she
arched her back, opening herself completely to Tommy.

   "She loves dick," Bobby said.  "Don't ya Baby?" Then speaking to Tommy,
he said, "She just likes to be coaxed a little bit."

   "I had to coax her a little at Elliot's," he agreed.

   "She's a wild bitch when you get her started."

   "I know.  She starts slow, but my God, when you get her going!"

   "She's sure got-"

   "Will you two stop talking and fuck me?!" she cried, then speared
Bobby's rod back into her hot mouth.

   "Whatever the lady wants," Tommy said, pressing hard on her exposed
asshole and watching as the pink ring resisted valiantly for a long moment
before sliding tightly onto the broad head of his cock.

   She held her breath and remained absolutely motionless as she accustomed
her aching ass to the huge cock head once again, allowing her tight bottom
to absorb the forced penetration.

   "She loves it when I get it far into her ass," Tommy said blissfully,
holding himself back from driving his weapon into her, allowing her to get
used to the strange object holding her quivering asshole wide.

   "C'mon Paulette!" Bobby complained.  "Get that mouth of yours working!
Show me what a good girl you are."

   She pressed back on the huge rod in her ass, taking more of it as she
sank her mouth down over Bobby's glorious manhood.  She sucked at it and
gently rolled her tongue over the velvet tip as she forced herself to ease
more of Tommy's huge lance into her bottom, taking both slowly, knowing she
could take it all, wanting it buried to the hilt in her widespread burning
hole.

   "Take more of it!" Bobby ordered harshly, impatient to have her expert
mouth swirling over his rod.  "More!  Move your tongue!"

   "Take more of it!" Tommy growled, grabbing her hips and forcing another
three inches into her without warning.

   She groaned at the sudden intrusion, feeling her bowels fill with hot
cock.  There was no pain, she thought thankfully, just a constant wariness,
a fear of knowing that there was much more of the rigid cock to take before
it was all hers, have it all firmly in her quaking ass.  She took a deep
breath and churned her face down on Bobby's prick, feeling it push
delightfully and hard into her throat as she arched her back further and
pressed back with all her might, absorbing Tommy's entire red-hot rod deep
in her soft belly.

   Tommy held her tightly, keeping her fully impaled on his throbbing tool,
feeling a glorious satisfaction in her tight grip, being easy on her as the
blood boiled in his nuts and challenged him to stroke her, slide the shaft
through the soft burning lining of her rectum, to build an inescapable
orgasm of terrifying magnitude in her clutching bowels.

   She moaned wildly, lapping furiously at the glowing dick head, sucking
it, licking it, coaxing it to fire its hot spunk into her waiting mouth,
wanting his gushing cum on her flicking, swirling tongue, wanted gob after
gob of his precious sperm to bathe her mouth and throat.

   She full-stroked his throbbing prick, forcing all of it into her
churning mouth as she repeatedly slammed her face down on it, feeling the
hot tip lodge heavenly-deep in her eager throat.  Her asshole cried out for
attention, gripping the full shaft of Tommy's thoroughly consumed prick.

   "Stroke it!" Tommy ordered, beginning to move her hips back and forth,
forcing her wide ass to accept again and again his priceless prick.

   Gloriously, thinking of nothing but the two dicks in her, she squirmed
and twisted to please both, wanting them to shoot their spunk into her at
the same time, wanting the hot cum to sear her throat and bowels with
scalding jism as the orgasm wrenching itself through her clamoring clitoris
developed with cruel slowness, forcing her to chase it and make it happen,
to follow the burning dictates of her screaming womanhood as she danced her
ass again and again, and then again on his lunging tool, spearing herself
with maddening full strokes that pounded into her frantic bowels with
pile-driving regularity.

   Bobby wrapped his fingers in her hair in preparation for the teasing
orgasm throbbing close in his balls.  "Make me come!" he shouted, raising
his hips and cramming more of his cock into her churning mouth.

   Tommy slammed his rock-hard cock into her open ass with punishing tip to
base strokes, crashing his pelvis against her soft spread cheeks only to
smash into her wildly again and again, wrenching himself to bring his
chilling orgasm to completion far in the hot linings of her squirming ass.

   "Make me come!" Bobby shouted again, his orgasm seizing him in flaming
gloves of delight as he strained to shoot off in her soft sliding mouth.

   "Make us both come!" Tommy yelled hoarsely, feeling the exploding arrows
of exquisite orgasm engulf him as he raged in her creamy white ass.

   Strange noises escaped her as she gave herself up to the rockets of
orgasm.  She grunted and groaned helplessly between them, being impaled
royally from both ends as wave after wave of blinding spasms gripped her at
the pinnacle of a tidal flood of shrieking passion, flaming her sodden cunt
with fairy-tale bliss as she gulped down load after sweet load of exotic
hot cum with her crazed sucking mouth and accepted wad after scalding wad
in her tight belly from the mighty tool in her fevered ass.  Bells rang
incessantly in her ears as the swirling explosion of orgasm screamed
through her body with infinite magnitude, sending showers of brilliant
sparks cascading before her tightly shut eyes in a kaleidoscope of unending
pin-wheels of orgasmic colors.

   CHAPTER SIX

   "Jesus," she said, entering the bedroom with a warm washcloth and
kneeling between Tommy's knees.  "You two are fantastic!"

   "We know," Bobby said smugly, watching as she thoroughly cleaned Tommy's
long tool.  "All our girls say that."

   Tommy waited until she had finished, then moved to the head of the bed
and relaxed back against the pillows next to Bobby.  He felt good about
their conquest of Paulette, glad they had revived their friendship by
sharing her the way they had shared so many others.  He smiled fondly and
asked, "Do you remember Judy Connors?"

   "Wow!" Bobby gushed.  "I haven't thought of her in years."

   "Who's Judy Connors?" Paulette asked, sitting at the foot of the bed.

   "Don't sit way down there," Bobby said, patting the covers.  "Get up
here."

   "Judy Who?" she asked again, snuggling warmly between them and leaning
back against the pillows.

   They smiled knowingly at each other before Bobby explained.  "Judy was a
girl very much like you, Paulette.  She didn't want to fuck until Tommy put
his horse cock to her."

   "Yeah," Tommy added, easing her small hand to his limp cock and wrapping
her fingers around the thick shaft.  "She was a good old girl after that."

   Not to be outdone, Bobby took her other hand and laid it on his cock,
saying, "She gave the best head in school."

   "Will someone tell me the whole story?" she asked, beginning to stroke
their cocks in unison, enjoying her free and easy feeling with the two men,
matching their devil-may-care attitudes with one of her own, refusing to
play the blushing bride when both of them knew her so well.  "Did both of
you ball her?" she asked curiously.

   "Us and the whole fraternity house!"

   "She couldn't get enough!" Tommy added.

   "Oh, now I have to know all about her!" Paulette gushed, looking
expectantly back and forth between them.  "Tell me all about it," she
coaxed, fondling their two huge cocks with her delicate fingers.

   Bobby smiled slyly.  "What will you give us if we tell you?" he asked
slowly.

   Her eyebrows shot up playfully, then, being cute, she pursed her lips
and looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling, pretending she was thinking as
she enjoyed the game they were playing.  "Let me see ...  " she said after
a moment, glancing down at Bobby's cock.  "I could be talked into giving
you some good head for that valuable story."

   "Nah," Bobby refused.  "I already had some of your, head and I am going
to get some more for nothing."

   "Oh?  Who said I was going to give you more head?" she teased.

   "If you refused I would tie you up like Judy Connors."

   Her eyes went wide.  "You tied her up!"

   "I'm not going to tell you until you offer something better than head
for this priceless information."

   "What about me?" Tommy asked.  "I want something too!"

   "Aw, what it is my baby wants?" she cooed.

   He thought a moment.  "I don't know just yet," he said slyly, lacing his
fingers behind his head bringing his eyes to her firm tits.  "But I'm
thinking on it."

   "It would have to be something special," Bobby insisted.

   "Something that would turn on all three of us," Tommy added.  "And I
want to drink some good whiskey because I don't have to be to work until
one o'clock tomorrow afternoon.  I want to play all night!" He slipped his
arm around her and said, "Ya know Bobby, we should have Paulette put on a
little show for us."

   "Good idea!" Bobby gushed, slapping his knee with approval.  "And since
I am your boss, my dear," he told her with a huge grin, "I am going to give
you tomorrow off.  How does that sound?"

   "What kind of show?" she asked cautiously.

   Tommy snapped his fingers.  "I got it!  Let's have her do what we had
Judy Connors do!"

   "Great idea!" Bobby boomed.  "Fantastic!"

   Paulette pulled her hand from their rigid cocks and sat warily between
them, staring wide-eyed from one to the other, scared and wondering what
she would have to do.

   "Don't worry," Bobby soothed.  "We wouldn't ask you to do anything you
haven't done a hundred times before.  All you have to do is suck a dick. 
That's all."

   Her small smile broadened and her eyes danced happily.  "That, dear sir,
I am more than willing to do!" she laughed.  "Just tell me which one and I
will give you the best blow-job you have ever had!" she promised, smiling
eagerly at them.  Then thinking of her hot mouth wrapped around a long cock
for a brief second, she added hopefully, "Just tell me which one-or if you
want I will blow both of you at once!"

   "Just one," Bobby grinned, then added slowly, "But not one of ours."

   "What?" she asked, suddenly serious.  "What do you mean?"

   "It would be fun to watch you do your thing with someone new," Tommy
said.  "I'd like to see you blow a perfect stranger."

   "What?" she asked, thinking they were kidding.  "Who?"

   "What we do," Bobby explained, "is to test you to see if you really do
give good head."

   "How-I mean-what?" she stammered.

   "Relax," Bobby told her.  "We would be watching so nothing funny
happens. Besides, you would be doing something extra-special for us, not to
mention the free bottle of booze."

   "What booze?  What are you two talking about?"

   "Judy took care of every delivery boy in Pasadena," Tommy said easily.

   "What booze?  What delivery boy?!" she gushed in exasperation.  "Will
you two tell me what you are up to?!"

   Bobby playfully ignored her question and asked Tommy, "What kind of
booze should we get?"

   "Scotch," said seriously.  "It's always good to toast a conquest with
scotch."

   "O.K.," Bobby agreed, and turning to Paulette he added, "Your job is to
get a bottle of scotch.  You have to talk the delivery boy into giving it
to you for free."

   "But we have scotch here.  I have two bottles!"

   "Not that scotch," Bobby scolded.  "We want free scotch!"

   "Free?" She stared at him.  "You mean-"

   "Yes.  But if you don't think you could do it?" he challenged.

   "I can do it!  But that's not the point!"

   "You really think you could do it?" he asked quietly, his face a somber
mask of doubt.

   "Of course I could!"

   "Have you ever done it before?"

   "No!  But-"

   "Then how do you know you can do it?"

   "I just know I could!  But I don't understand why I should!"

   "Because we want you to, that's why," Bobby said sternly.  "Besides, you
haven't heard the restrictions we are going to place on you."

   "What restrictions?" she asked quickly, feeling something obdurate in
her very nature accepting his open challenge.

   Bobby recognized the look.  "Tommy," he said, "call the liquor store
while I tell her, huh?"

   "Will do," he said shortly, getting the phone from the night stand and
setting it comfortably on his lap.

   "What restrictions?" she asked again, dubiously watching Tommy dial
information.

   "Just that we set a time limit of say five or ten minutes.  And you have
to position him so Tommy and I can grade your work."

   "Grade my work!" she said incredulously.  "I have to get a stranger to
fuck me for a bottle of scotch in front of you two guys?!" She stared
unbelievingly at them.

   "No-no-no.  You're not allowed to fuck him.  We will be watching from
the bathroom to see that you only give him head for the bottle.  That's the
last restriction, to see that you blow him even if he is willing to trust
you for the bottle when you tell him you can't find any money to payhim. 
Ya got that?"

   She didn't answer, wondering what she had gotten herself in to.  She
watched apprehensively as Tommy thanked the operator and dialed the liquor
store at the corner, ordering a bottle of Johnnie Walker scotch to be
delivered immediately.  She couldn't believe she had allowed this to have
gotten so far out of hand.  She was sitting bewilderedly when Bobby pulled
her to him and slid her down so she was level with his hard cock.

   "Suck that for awhile," he ordered.  "It will keep your mind off what is
to come."

   "This is crazy!" she exclaimed, wondering desperately how to stop this
thing before she found herself kneeling before some delivery boy and
sucking his dick for an absurd bottle of liquor.

   "I think she is scared," Tommy said.

   "I am not scared," she said, but her heart wasn't in it.  The denial
sounded flat, without conviction.

   "It will be good experience for you," Bobby assured her, pulling her
head to his cock and watching as his long prick disappeared between her
soft lips.  "You just keep sucking that for the next five minutes or so
while you think of how you are going to seduce the delivery boy into
exchanging a bottle of scotch for a good old-fashioned blow-job." He
laughed loudly, watching her practiced mouth mold his hard manhood before
saying, "Besides, after the way you handled Elliot Beaumont tonight I think
you should be put in for a promotion.  If you handle this delivery boy
right I am going to move you into the Sales Department!"

   She couldn't believe her ears.  This was it, she thought wildly, rolling
her tongue on his hard prick with a delicious desire to please, to repay
him in part for the sudden promotion.  She slid the cock furiously in and
out of her smooth throat, giving the best blow-joy she had ever given,
swirling her tongue on the broad head, licking it, sucking it, wanting it
to come magnificently for her boss, stroked it for wad after wad of
glorious cum for the man making her dreams come true.

   "You fantastic bitch!" Tommy muttered, pulling open her legs and plowing
his tongue far into her gaping hole, lapping at her steamy cunt as he
brought her hand to his hard shaft, forcing her to stroke him as her mouth
bobbed beautifully on Bobby's full cock.

   She whined with ecstasy as her fiery clitoris clamored with a ferocious
appetite for wonderful cock, hard, slamming cock that would pound at the
walls of her open and tender vagina.  Her velvety tongue rode the thick
cock in her mouth with poetic precision, sucking the royal member with
furious strokes and wedging the bulbous tip deeper and deeper into her
clinging throat as she writhed her hot cunt against Tommy's long tongue,
opening her frantic slit to him with complete abandon, imagining the two
rock-hard cocks forced into her, pressed full into aching pussy and tight
ass at the same time.  Her thrashing orgasm began like a lumbering
locomotive, moving slowly along the tracks of her being until it picked up
momentum and sped crashing wildly into her loins.

   And just as the crescendo of her shattering climax wrenched its way
through her in blinding throes of release it was interrupted by the
insistent ringing of the doorbell.

   "No!" she cried.  "NO!  Don't stop!  Please!"

   But Bobby was already off the bed and saying, "C'mon.  This is the big
time for you, baby.  You show me you can do this right and the sky is the
limit for you." He pulled her from the bed and walked her trance-like to
the hall.

   "Oh, God!  I was so close!" she whined, staring longingly at Bobby's
rigid manhood.  "Can't we do the delivery boy tomorrow?!" she begged.

   "Stop it!" he ordered.  "You finish the delivery boy right and Tommy and
I are going to fill you so full of hard cock that you'll cry!" He grabbed a
negligee from the back of the door and thrust it at her.  "Here," he said
quickly.  "Put this on and do a nice thing for the delivery boy.  Show him
what hot head you give.  And remember," he added sternly, "Tommy and I are
going to be in the bathroom watching your performance.  Now go on!"

   She brought the thin material closed at her neck and stumbled blindly
down the hall as the doorbell rang again.  "I'm coming!" she called,
hearing Bobby and Tommy step into the bathroom behind her and thinking
frantically she would have to blow the kid at the entrance to the hall so
they would be sure to have a good view of her in action.

   The light, she thought suddenly, flicking on a small lamp and bathing
the reception area in a soft glow before rushing to the door and pulling it
open, willing to do anything to get back to the hard cocks waiting for her.


   "Hi," she said, smiling brightly at the sight of him.

   "Hiii!" the boy stammered, seeing the almost naked girl looking him up
and down.  "I'm-I came to deliver ...  I-"

   "I know," she said softly.  "Come in while I get you your money," she
added, stepping back and allowing him to enter, seeing his eager eyes on
her furry cleft as he came into the foyer.  "Put it on the table in the
hall," she directed, picking up her pocket book and following him to the
table, enjoying his open mouthed stare and boyish shyness, letting him look
at her soft body and firm tits through the almost nothingness of her sheer
negligee.

   She fumbled through her pocket book, knowing he was seeing her full
breasts shiver excitedly and her dark triangle shift provocatively with her
every move as she rummaged through the contents of her wallet for long
teasing seconds, savoring his youthful innocence and stunned silence.

   "Oh dear," she said impatiently.  "I can't seem to find any money." She
looked through her things again, then chanced a look at him, bringing her
eyes to his crotch and seeing for a brief second his budding manhood
pressed hard against the coarse fabric of his Levis.

   "If-if you don't have the money," he said, confidence and hope coming
into his voice, "I can't leave the scotch.  I'd have to make it up out of
my own pocket or my boss would kill me," he added, wetting his lips and
breathing heavily at her nearness, her soft tits and warm bushy cunt
echoing vividly in his fevered brain.

   "Oh dear, oh dear," she repeated.  "This is terrible.  I wanted to give
you something for your trouble too." She looked around helplessly, as if
letting her big eyes search for a solution to her problem.

   "You have no money at all?" the boy asked uneasily.

   "I can't find any at all," she answered pathetically, then holding her
arms out to her sides so that her short negligee fully revealed her
luscious melons, she added pleadingly, "You could search me if you want
to."

   "Ah-no.  I mean-I trust you."

   "Oh no," she said quickly.  "I wouldn't want you to trust me without
seeing for yourself." She turned slowly on her toes, letting him see her
total nakedness, enjoying her role of seductress as she saw him swallow
tightly and his large eyes bulge hornily.

   "It's a lot of money for me to shell out," was all he could think of to
say.

   "I'm sure it is," she soothed.  "And since you are such a nice young man
for offering your help to me I am going to reward you for your services to
a damsel in distress."

   His eyes bugged wide as she smiled before lowering herself gently to her
knees in front of him.  It was exactly what he always thought when he
masturbated-a pretty girl eagerly on her knees wanting to suck his young
cock.

   "I'm going to treat you real nice," she breathed, undoing his belt and
the top button of his Levis, feeling her raging clitoris hammering
uncontrollably in her belly as she remembered Tommy and Bobby were watching
her every move.  Her mouth watered with tingling anticipation and her
thighs burned incessantly, thinking of the two hard cocks just waiting for
her in the bathroom.  Hadn't they promised that they would fill her so full
of long cock that she would cry?  Weren't the two enormous shafts enough to
satisfy her every desire, she asked herself hungrily as she tugged open the
boy's zipper and lowered his Levis to his knees.

   "This is my first time," he stammered nervously.

   "Just relax," she cooed, keeping her shining eyes on the bulge in his
jockey shorts.  "I will make you feel real good in a minute," she promised,
pulling the waistband of his shorts down over the already hard morsel of
male meat.

   "It's so big!" she cried, comforting him with a practiced ease as she
brought his shorts down to meet his Levis in a tangled heap around his thin
ankles.  "Just relax.  I will do everything for you," she cooed lovingly,
reaching behind him and placing a hand on his slender ass, turning him
slightly so Bobby and Tommy could see her mouth so close to the hard shaft
of his young manhood.

   He watched, his stomach trembling, as she brought her soft hand to his
tool and stroked it slowly as she whispered sweet words of adoration to the
shiny tip in a husky voice of passion before sliding her coral lips over
the tip and half of the gleaming shaft, easing it into her warm mouth.

   "My God!" he gushed excitedly, feeling her soft tongue caress his
rock-hard tool as her gentle fingers toyed sensuously with his hot balls.

   I love this, she thought, taking his young cock far into her mouth with
each stroke.  This is what I was meant to do, what I do best, she told
herself hotly, wanting the smooth tool to spew its scalding seed into her
churning mouth, wanting to be extra good to the boy because it was his
first time.  She took it all, expertly, from tip to base, her tongue laving
the length of him wildly, coaxing his sweet young cum up from his balls to
shoot wonderfully into her waiting mouth.

   "Geez!  Wow!" he moaned excitedly, feeling her soft lips and hot tongue
working over his throbbing tool.  His hands clenched and unclenched at his
sides in frustrating ignorance of what to do with them as his flaming balls
sent the rocketing message to his brain that his orgasm was trembling
violently at the unstoppable threshold behind his hard cock, building up
there like a high-powered pool of red-hot lava about to explode straight
forward into her hungry mouth.

   He stared incredulously at her, his round eyes small pinpoints of
concentration as his full hard cock sank again and again into her eager
mouth.  He felt her softly sliding, milking his handsome tool as it had
never been milked before, drawing on it with pouting wet lips that
tantalized his rigid meat, sparking the flame, cracking the dam of
white-hot cum pent-up deep in his belly.

   "I'm going to cum!" he gasped loudly.  "Yes!  You are going to make me
cum!"

   -She quickly pressed her face against his fevered loins, grasping the
whole rod in her mouth and throat as she whipped her lightning tongue
around it with frantic desperation, demanding cum, hot cum from his
cornucopia of rigid delight.  Then as his ass clenched and his thighs
trembled in quivering pleasure she backed off quickly and came forward
hard, impaling her mouth completely full of throbbing cock, and again she
did it, beginning to taste his creamy spunk on her swirling tongue, racing
against his shaking climax to heighten it, build it to a screaming
crescendo of flooding perfect cum.

   "I'm coming!" he shouted.  "I'm coming!" He grabbed her bouncing head
and wedged his spewing tool completely in her, forcing his entire rod into
her hot mouth and jetting his scalding cum directly into her clutching
throat.

   "Suck it!  he yelled.  "Suck it!  Suck it!  Suck it!" he demanded
crazily, beyond himself with bliss.

   She licked and swallowed load after young and powerful load of gushing
hot cream, getting every drop of his magnificent cum into her as he pumped
his balls dry in blissful agony.

   She moaned excitedly as she swallowed the burning liquid, skewering
herself hard against him, taking every inch of his young rod and demanding
more, more hard cock, more splashing jism from his tender loins until the
exploding gush slowed to a trickle, then to nothing in her rapidly
swallowing mouth, until his hard hands slowly released her and she was able
to gently stroke his glowing shaft for a few glorious seconds of thrilling
accomplishment that echoed brilliantly in her empty cunt, the cunt that
ached with frantic longing for a long hard cock to plumb its tender depths.


   "Jesus!  God!  Wow!  I've never-Wow!" he groaned ecstatically.  "My God!
I've never felt anything like that!" he gushed, barely able to stand on his
shaking legs as she continued to suck his tingling cock, milking it for the
last precious drop of sweet cum.

   Her quivering cunt ached savagely in need of a hard prick as she let the
soft shaft slide gently from her lips.  She kissed the tip softly,
lingering on his limp manhood for eternal seconds, paying homage to the
young and sprouting god, before whispering just loud enough for him to
hear, "Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!"

   "I should be thanking you," he managed to pant, still staring down at
her with huge unbelieving eyes.

   "You're very sweet," she told him earnestly, tugging up his tangled
shorts and adjusting them at his slender hips.  "And it was so thoughtful
of you to agree to leave the bottle.  I don't know what I would have done
if you weren't a gentleman," she added smiling up at him as she lifted his
Levis.  "If it were someone else he might have tried to take advantage of
me."

   "Oh, I would never do that," he assured her naively.  "I'm glad I could
do it.  Anytime!"

   She helped him zip his pants then got to her feet and without appearing
to do so she lead him to the door.  "I want to thank you again," she said
softly.  "I really appreciate what you did."

   "Forget it," he said magnanimously, not wanting to leave but not knowing
how to stay.  "Like I said, anytime at all, if you get stuck like this. 
Anytime.  And listen," he added hastily, prolonging his departure as he
stared longingly at her proud tits, "I only work at the liquor store at
night so I'm free during the day to do lawn work and the heavier things you
have to have done around the house.  I'm strong and I could-"

   "We'll see," she said softly, patting his arm and easing the door closed
in his eager face.

   "Sure, anytime!  Just call the store and ask for Franky.  My name's
Franky!  Just ask for Franky!"

   "O.K., Franky.  Good night now," she said finally, closing the door all
the way and leaning back against it with a cute smile, waiting for Bobby's
and Tommy's opinion on her ability, wanting their enthused cocks banging
into her now as her reward.

   "That was fantastic!" Bobby gushed, stepping quickly into the room naked
and hard ahead of Tommy.  "You handled that just great," he congratulated,
ripping the bag from the bottle and holding it over his head in salute. 
"This calls for a celebration!"

   "Beautiful!  Just beautiful!" Tommy cried, rushing to Paulette and
lifting her in a giant bear hug and spinning her around the room as he
shouted, "We got the best little head-giver in the whole world right here!
Beautiful!  You did fantastic!"

   She smiled and laughed with them, enjoying their attention and boyish
charm, letting Tommy carry her into the small kitchen and sit her on the
table.

   "Toast!  Toast!" Bobby shouted, quickly getting three glasses from the
cabinet over the sink.

   Tommy quickly kissed her cheek.  "Great show!" he lauded happily,
accepting a drink from Bobby and holding it out before him, clinking
jubilantly with Paulette, then with Bobby.  "To the greatest little
cocksucker in the world!"

   "Right!" Bobby shouted drunkenly, clinking glasses with them.  "To the
best and hardest-working little cocksucker in the world!"

   She blushed profusely, clearly embarrassed by their compliments, but
loving it, eager to have them say it again, call her a cocksucker, a whore,
a drinker of cum, anything at all, she thought, seeing their rigid cocks
and knowing they would be in her in just minutes.  Then, the aching in her
hot loins too much to bear alone, she shouted suddenly, "Yes!  I am the
best!  Bring on the biggest and the best and I'll make 'em come like they
never came before!"

   "Bravo!  Bravo!" Bobby yelled, throwing back his drink.

   "That's the spirit!  Only the best is good enough for us!" Tommy cried
ecstatically, downing the dark liquid in the bottom of his glass in one
swallow.

   "More!  More!" Bobby shouted, bringing the bottle to the table and
hurriedly filling their glasses.

   "Anything at all for the two men in my life!"

   "More!  More!" they chimed, quickly finishing off their drinks with
Paulette.  "Tell us more!"

   "I am the best!  The greatest blow-job in the entire world!" And getting
into her role, she jumped to her feet on the table and imitated the Statue
of Liberty, pretending she was holding a torch and standing very solemnly
and proud as she said, "Bring me your weak, your poor, your unending masses
and I will blow them all!" She giggled wildly before throwing back her
drink and lowering it for a refill.  "Just bring 'em!  I can handle 'em!"

   "Great!  Great!" they shouted, beginning to clap their hands in
approval.

   She bowed low in smug response to their clapping, thanking them for
their tribute.

   "Turn around and bow!" Tommy yelled, still clapping his hands and
laughing at her theatrics.

   She turned quickly and bowed full over, proudly showing her two precious
holes to them in voluntary response to any order that would bring her
closer to their two hard cocks.

   "Lower!  More!" they shouted.

   "Grab your ankles!" Bobby roared drunkenly, and taking a fiery pull from
his drink he swallowed and stepped close, pressing his face against her
open cunt.

   "Good show, Bobby!" Tommy laughed, playfully slapping him on the
shoulder and urging him on.  "More!  Eat it all!  Lick it!"

   The alcohol dizzied her as she held her widespread ankles and Bobby's
searching tongue ignited her sodden pussy in a burst of feminine desire
that swept through her like a forest fire, setting off a clamoring of
mighty bells that echoed and vibrated in her throbbing vagina as his strong
tongue licked and probed into the soft folds of her wildly shaking cunt.

   "Bravo!  Bravo!" Tommy was shouting as he quickly filled the glasses all
around, watching as Bobby sank his eager face into her silken muff as if he
were starving.  And feeling the blood boiling in his loose balls, he threw
back his drink and quickly left the room, returning in a moment with a
blanket under his arm and the familiar jar of Vaseline in his huge hand. 
He watched eagerly, his huge cock pounding deliciously, yet not wanting to
disturb them, caught in the throes of his passion by his friendship for
Bobby and his friend's obvious enjoyment of Paulette's hot snatch.  Then
friendship aside, still watching Bobby eating her wide hole, he rapidly
greased his long hard cock and roared, "Enough, you hungry maniac!  Have a
drink!  Then we'll ball this little girl until she cries!"

   Bobby reluctantly pulled his face from her glistening gash, and with
Tommy's help spread the blanket on the table under Paulette's feet.

   "Give me cock!" she cried, staring down at their waving phalluses.  "Oh
God!  Give me all of it!" she begged.  "I need to be filled with hard cock!
For God's sake, hurry!"

   Bobby nodded eagerly to Tommy.  "Let's give her a double dose!"

   "Right!  I want some more of that tender ass of hers!"

   "Dear God!  Don't talk about it!  Fuck me!" she wailed crazily, grabbing
her own tits in silent rage at their slowness.  She rolled her nipples and
squeezed the soft flesh, nearly berserk with lust, her hot cunt screaming
its horny message to her fevered brain.  "Make me cry with those huge
cocks! For the love of God put those cocks into me!"

   Bobby quickly spread himself on the table beneath her, his rigid tool
swaying monstrously above him as she roughly and unstoppably placed her
feet on either side of him.

   She couldn't wait!  "I need that cock of yours in me!" she gushed
excitedly, squatting down so the lips of her open cunt barely touched his
broad cock head.  "I want all of it!" she wailed, sliding down on his
throbbing manhood and forcing all of it into her with one hard push,
engulfing his entire tool from tip to base in the velvety glove of her
fiery cunt.

   She gasped and sputtered with wide-eyed gratitude as the length of his
mighty tool pierced her completely, stretching and filling her with
incomparable ecstasy, stuffing her desperate vagina with a lovely, hard,
pulsating, eight-inch cock, making her gasp at the sudden length of it in
her quivering thankful box.

   "God, she's hot!" Bobby cried, feeling her steaming sheath surround and
hold his glorious cock, clutching it softly in her gripping cunt.  Then
wildly, feeling the silken lining of her fiery hole clinging lovingly to
the entire length of him, he frantically grabbed her proud tits and pulled
her down on top of him, bending her with his hard tool wedged into her soft
belly and exposing her open and tight asshole for Tommy to cram-fill with
hot cock as he reamed her furry muff.

   Tommy quickly straddled Bobby's legs, approaching her glistening pink
ring with mad lust, pressing the huge knob of his manhood against the
inviting target of her asshole.  He saw Bobby's cock buried to the hilt in
her gaping hole, stretching her shaking pussy lips around the base of his
noble shaft.

   "Jesus!  I need this!  Fill me!" she begged shamelessly.  "Put it in so
far I taste it!  Fuck me Bobby!  Stuff my ass full, Tommy!  Cram that cock
of yours into me!  Kill me with it!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!" she
wailed, arching her back and feeling Bobby's hard prick ripping open her
hot cervix far in her belly.  "Do me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me now!"

   Tommy grabbed her shaking hips and pressed the apple-sized knob hard
against her widespread asshole.

   "Press harder!  Ram it into me!  Shove it nonstop up my ass!"

   The tight pink ring fought the wide tip for a long second, pulsating
maddeningly until it yielded and swallowed the huge stranger, and continued
to accept and swallow the unending shaft, gobbling it to the broad base,
taking it all and wanting more of the twelve inches of hard cock.

   "Yes!  Yes!" she cried, gripping Bobby tightly as Tommy's raging prick
entered her and entered her, pushing into her until the two huge cock heads
lodged together in a gigantic ball of fiery delight far in her eager belly,
filling her completely and clouding her smooth insides with a creamy mist
of sweet euphoria.  "I have them both!  You're both fucking me!  Both of
you!  Oh God!  I'm taking every inch of both of you!" She thrashed wildly.
"Fuck me!  Stroke me!  Shoot your hot burning spunk into me!  Pound those
cocks into me!"

   Tommy pistoned his massive cock in and out of her churning ass from tip
to base, smashing it into her as she bounced down hard on Bobby's hard cock
again and again, loving every inch of them both with her caressing hot
holes.

   "Give it to me!  Give me miles of hard cock!" she gasped and cried,
wonderfully berserk and bouncing crazily, frantically taking everything
they could give, her gripping holes squeezing life into their rock-hard
poles of love.

   She was drunk with lust, her squirming cunt finally satisfied around
Bobby's punishing prick, clinging and clutching and grabbing it in her hot
folds.  Her tight bowels wrung deliciously as Tommy's huge rod fucked her
crazed ass and pounded with screaming regularity into her fiery insides,
churning her everything with wild total strokes that ignited her smoldering
clitoris to a frightful pitch of complete abandon.  "Fuck me more! 
Harder!" she shouted, tossing her head from side to side hysterically as
they stroked the fires of her blazing passion with red-hot irons of hard
throbbing cock.

   "God!  Jesus!  Keep fucking me!  Come in me!  Come all over me!  Bathe
me in hot sweet cum!  Drown me!  Shoot far into me!  Fuck me more!" She
wailed nonstop, screaming crazily on their two cocks, bouncing on them,
twisting on them, wildly pursuing the glowing ball of violent orgasm that
blossomed through her with infinite delicate fingers, chased the elusive
climax by bouncing harder, impaling herself desperately again and again as
she winced through tightly clenched teeth against the torrid stroking of
her open ass and clinging cunt, meeting the celestial challenge to her
quivering clitoris and spearing fireballs of impending climax into her
tender belly with slamming shaft of hard cock.

   "Bounce!  You bitch!" Bobby choked out, fighting to kindle the fires of
orgasm so close in his aching balls, so near and building with each hot,
full stroke of her smacking wet cunt on his throbbing rod.  "Stroke me! 
Move!  I'm going to come!  Do you hear me!?  I'm going to come!"

   "Come!  Come!  Come!" she beseeched him frantically.  "Please come in
me! Far in my belly, Bobby!  Please come in me!" She smashed her furry
mound down on his eager pelvis with savage thoroughness, full-stroking him
into the fiery furnace of her quaking cunt.

   "You got me!" Tommy cried, slamming his cock into her tight anus,
pounding his grand tool hard against the wide, soft cheeks of her thrashing
ass, filling her hot rectum with merciless full strokes of his stiff cock.
"I'm COMING!  OPEN IT FOR ME!  I'M COMING!  NOW!"

   The exploding wheels of spinning orgasm gripped her as she threw her
hands to her ass and pulled her creamy cheeks further apart, opening
herself completely to him, taking it and taking it again, all of it,
feeling the gnarled knob of Tommy's manhood gushing hot cum into her torrid
bowels, pumping boiling jism into her with each great stroke of his mighty
organ.

   "I'M COMING YOU FANTASTIC BITCH!" Bobby gasped wildly, rearing himself
cruelly and forcing more of his spunk-laden cock into her, making her take
it all as gush after gush of cum flooded her trembling cervix far deep in
her greedy belly.

   "FUCK ME!  GOD!  YES!  ALL OF IT!" she wailed in a high cracked voice,
feeling her insides scalded with glorious waves of hot cum as they pumped
and pistoned into her quaking holes.  "I'M COMING!  I'M COMING WITH BOTH OF
YOU!  FUCK ME MORE!" Tears of ecstatic bliss rolled from her shining
unseeing eyes as rocket after rocket burst in showering orgasm around the
two cocks creaming inside her, blasting her with white-hot spunk as she
fought out the shattering climaxes deep in her demanding belly, bringing
them with her on the roller coaster ride of burning explosions rocketing
through her.

   "MORE!  MORE!  MORE!  I'M COMING!  NOOOOW!"

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   "That was the best booze I ever had," Bobby said, propping the pillows
more comfortably behind him on the wide double bed.

   "Great booze," Tommy agreed, taking a long sip from his drink and
setting the glass on the night-stand.  "How does that sweet cunt of yours
feel now?" he asked Paulette.  "And that superb asshole of yours too?"

   She took her mouth from Tommy's huge prick and said, "They have never
felt better!  I want both of you to do me again!  I love it!"

   "Well, don't you worry your pretty little head about that," he assured
her.  "You just keep right on sucking that big prick of mine and I know for
a fact that you are going to be poked by me again!  What about you, Bobby?"


   "You can bet on that!  But she better bring that hot head of hers over
here and work on this!" He took his dick in his hand and waved it at her.
"Make this hard for me, honey!"

   "That's what I do best," she gushed, crawling out from between Tommy's
widespread legs.

   "Oh, no you don't!" Tommy ordered, grabbing her arm.  "You aren't going
to leave me for him!"

   She looked back and forth between them, her face a picture of worry. 
"How can I do both at the same time?" she asked, perplexed.

   "You ought to call a girlfriend and have her come over and take care of
one of them," Tommy told her.  "I could use some strange head," he teased.

   "Oh no," she pouted.  "No one else is getting these two magnificent
cocks so long as I'm around!"

   They grinned at her outright love of sex, Tommy taking another long pull
at his drink, keeping his eyes on her nakedness, enjoying her ripe tits and
trim body, watching her stare confusedly from his dick to Bobby's,
wondering which hard tool to suck first.  Bobby glanced over at Tommy's
twelve-inch cock and said with open challenge, "I wonder if her tight pussy
could handle that horse cock of yours?"

   "Sure she could, couldn't you, Paulette?"

   Paulette's eyes went wide as she imagined his huge tool plumbing her
fiery box, probing her very depths with his three-inch wide cockhead.

   "Do you think," Bobby asked slowly, "she could sit on it and take it all
with one stroke like she did with my mere eight inches?  Just slide right
down on it all at once?"

   "Sure she could," Tommy teased.

   She stared at his cock for a moment longer, then swallowed tightly and
said warily, "If you let me get the head in I could probably do it, I
think."

   "Well, we'll see!" Bobby said quickly, pushing her over so her face was
on Tommy's rigid cock and pulling up her legs so her open gash stared
invitingly at him.  "I'll just eat her a little bit to get her warmed up,
then we'll see if she can do it!"

   "Goddamn," Tommy said, watching as Bobby pressed his eager mouth to her
furry cunt lips and drove his tongue into her.  "You sure do like to eat
pussy, huh?"

   "I love it!" he mumbled, slashing his ruby tongue back and forth over
her scarlet labia.

   "Oh God!  I love it too!" Paulette moaned, opening her legs further to
expose her hard little clitoris to his soft probings.  "Do my clit!  Bite
it!  Chew on it!  Make me crazy with desire!" She groaned against Tommy's
hard cock, kissing it frantically and lapping at its broad head, then doing
the length of it with her hot tongue, sliding on it, caressing it lovingly
with her knowing mouth, wanting it at its biggest and best before taking it
into her welcoming cunt.

   "That's the baby," Tommy cooed.  "Suck the tip.  Yes!  Make it real hard
so I can get far into that tight little pussy of yours!"

   "Yes!  Yes!  Anything you want!" She sped her cherry lips along it,
loving it every way she knew how, even licking his precious balls as she
made wild erotic love to his gargantuan shaft, feeling the life of it
throbbing in her hands and against her fiery mouth, knowing it was hers to
have, to fuck, to take in one huge unending stroke.  Her smoldering cunt
screamed its needy message to her brain as Bobby whipped her rigid little
button with long hard strokes of his burning tongue, lashing desire far
into her open pussy and up into her churning belly, mixing her desire with
savage need as her vagina trembled with raging urgency for a long hard
cock, all the long hard cock she could get!

   "Get it good and wet," Tommy told her, squeezing her luscious melons in
his huge hands.

   "Oh God!" she breathed.  "I'm ready!  I want it!  I want all of it in
me!"

   Bobby gave a few last long licks at her quivering nub and gave it a
lingering kiss, nudging it back and forth between his lips before pulling
his mouth from her delicious hole and saying with pride, "She's ready as
she'll ever be!"

   "Give it to me!  I want it now!" she wailed, quickly straddling herself
wide and open over Tommy's waist, her delicate pussy pulled taut between
her eagerly spread thighs, frantically wanting the huge cock head in her.
"Let me fuck it!" she begged.  "Let me take it all!  Please!  I'll do it
all by myself!  I need that big cock of yours in me!"

   "Put the tip in you!" he hollered hornily, bringing his massive cock
head to her tender pussy.  "Put it in you!"

   She moved back eagerly, meeting the broad tip with her moist cunt lips,
feeling it nudge hugely against her like a mighty fist, confusing her
scalding slit with its bigness.

   "Get the tip in you!" Bobby ordered, getting to his feet beside her. 
"Take the head in your tight cunt!  "We'll see if you can do it!" He
stepped across Tommy's body and forced her head up, keeping her back
straight as he pressed his long throbbing cock into her face.  "Suck it!"
he ordered.

   Gladly, eagerly, loving her position, she forced his hard shining rod
into her hot mouth, sucking it crazily as she pressed down hard on Tommy's
bulbous cock head, feeling it wonderfully parting her trembling cunt,
stretching her scarlet hole to the limit, and then stretching it more as
her quivering lips finally slipped over the hard knob of manhood.  She
groaned with ecstatic satisfaction, laving Bobby's tool with her wild
mouth, swirling her tongue over the powerful tip in glorious
accomplishment, forgetting her agonized cunt and what was to plunge into
her as she worked and milked Bobby's pulsating prick further into her hot
mouth, forcing it into her needy throat with the same frenzy with which she
was going to force Tommy's cock into her widely stretched furry box, all
the way into her, deep into her soft hot belly, to the heart of her being.

   "God!  She can suck a dick!" Bobby exclaimed, taking her churning head
in his hands and cramming more of his throbbing cock into her waiting
mouth. "Suck on it!  Suck it hard!" he ordered passionately, feeling his
prick lodged in her silken throat.

   Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!  she thought wildly, fondling Bobby's balls
and caressing his smooth ass with her hand, pulling him forward, further
into her wet mouth.  I love it!  I love it!  I love it!  she cried
silently, wanting to taste his cum, wanting his fiery jism to shoot over
her soft tongue and into her hot throat.

   "Get it!  Take it now!  Take it all!" Tommy shouted hornily.

   "Take it now!" Bobby hollered, holding her sucking mouth flush against
his loins, making her take it all.

   She bobbed her head, nodding, taking a deep breath, building herself up
through a series of lightning flashes that seared her cringing cunt to
impale herself completely on the giant stake.  She gobbled furiously at the
dick in her mouth as she arched her back and raised her frightened hole,
shaking with agonizing fear over the broad tip of Tommy's monumental
manhood, psyching herself to fever pitch, sucking, cringing, lapping at the
long cock in her mouth as her empty vagina hammered at her soul, demanding
to be crammed full, to be speared with burning hard cock.

   "Now!  Goddamnit!  All of it!" Bobby ordered, feeling his balls
vibrating heavily with their full load of hot cum.  "Now!"

   "Now!" Tommy repeated in a roar, his tight stomach a queasy gathering of
rosy desire.  "Do it!  Make me COME!"

   She drew in a deep breath, hesitating for only a moment, then came down
with all her might, cramming inch after wide hard inch into her, spearing
her stomach completely full and taking more and still more of the unending
cock, taking it all until the furious furry lips of her cunt tightened
reflexively around the very base of his magnificent stem.

   "She's got it all!" Tommy cried, raising his hips and forcing another
inch into her hot belly.  "She's beautiful!  She's got it all in that tight
cunt of hers!"

   Her cunt ached savagely and her stomach burned at the sudden hot
intrusion of his enormous cock head, protesting around it like a grabbing
velvet glove trying to force it out, to rid herself of the branding iron
deep inside her.  But she stayed on it, keeping it all in her, keeping her
protesting cunt lips around the base, holding it all in her as she
dominated her body with the violent throes of unlimited passion.

   "Stroke it, you amazing bitch!" Tommy roared.  "Stroke it!  Stroke it
all!"

   "Suck my dick!" Bobby cried.  "Suck it like you have never sucked a dick
before!"

   Her tongue floated over Bobby's hard knob with fevered softness, teasing
from him the fiery spunk she wanted desperately as she forced herself
rapidly up and down on the broad shaft opening her belly with each blazing
stroke.

   Her clitoris hammered incessantly as she thought of the two horrendous
cocks tearing into her.  She gave her all to each of them, sliding her
scalding pussy on Tommy's rock-hard foot of cock, pounding the echoing
drums of her throbbing clitoris as the first spasms of blissful delight
darted through her tiny nub like a thousand hot fingers squeezing and
pulling at her frenzied cunt, racking the pulsating button of her very
existence with the merciless ecstasy of orgasm.

   "I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR THROAT!" Bobby roared.  "SUCK IT FOR ALL
YOU'RE WORTH!  MAKE ME COME!!!" He grabbed her hair and pulled her onto him
savagely, pushing into her throat with mad glee as he felt the dam bursting
behind his balls.

   "MOVE!  YOU SCUM-SUCKING!  BITCH!  WHORE!" Tommy shouted uncontrollably,
his fingers digging into her soft hips and bouncing her cruelly on his huge
cock, making her take it all, from tip to base, with each scorching stroke.


   Her clinging pussy was screaming its release around the bulbous knob of
gushing manhood for deep in her creamy insides, accepting the terrible
stranger with lust-crazed greed.  Her churning belly rebelled gloriously,
sending wrenching spasms of rocketing pleasure through her with each mighty
stroke into her frantic furnace.  Her mouth worked the jetting tip of
Bobby's cock, drinking his charging cum with a wild milking of her coral
lips, demanding more, always more spurting jism onto her swirling tongue as
the flaming arrows of climax ravished her in a brilliant starburst of
unequalled orgasm.  Her body rocked uncontrollably on the two cocks pumping
white-hot cum into her, searing her insides with a fiery bath of boiling
cum and shooting flood after flood of maddening sweetness into her
trembling mouth, drowning her and scalding her with an infinite rushing of
hammering drums as she gave herself up to the final rasping of blinding
climax, coming and coming on the two cocks stoking the coals of her being
into an inferno of spinning unconsciousness.

   CHAPTER EIGHT

   "I think she is coming around now," Tommy said, patting her cheek.  "It
was just a faint."

   "She had me scared there for a minute," Bobby chimed.

   "What-what happened," Paulette asked groggily, finding herself lying
back against the pillows and Bobby and Tommy hovering protectively above
her.  "What happened?" she repeated nervously.

   "Just take it easy," Tommy soothed.  "You just fainted, that's all."

   "Yeah, you were thrashing wildly while you were coming, and then you
just passed out," Bobby explained.

   "Ah ...  I remember now." She smiled sheepishly at the both of them, her
eyes soft with embarrassment.  "I didn't mean to-"

   "Don't apologize," Bobby said quickly.  "We loved it.  We never had a
girl faint on us before.  You were wild and fantastic!"

   "You were great," Tommy agreed.

   "Oh no," she argued.  "You two are the great ones!  My poor pussy and my
mouth were in heaven!  And my insides are still rosy and warm!"

   They acknowledged her fiery tribute with broad grins, letting their eyes
feast on her soft lovely nakedness.

   "How are you feeling now?" Bobby asked, taking in her gentle contours
from her shapely ankles, up her sculptured white thighs to her silken
triangle, then up to her firm rosy-tipped breasts, feeling a familiar throb
at the base of his prick.

   She caught him staring hornily at her and smiled her response.  "Don't
worry about me.  I can take whatever you dish out." She smiled impishly up
at him, then stretched like a cat, sensuous and lithe as she pressed her
delicate thin arms far over her head, exposing herself to him in direct
challenge.  "But if you can't take the pressure, I'll understand."

   "Oh-ho-ho," Bobby said, grinning.  "That sounds like a challenge if I
ever heard one."

   "I think that little lady needs to be taught a little respect," Tommy
said, gently squeezing one of her ripe breasts before continuing.  "I don't
know about you, Bobby, but my weapon is all set to fire another round!"

   "Never let it be said," Bobby quipped, "that I couldn't pull my end of
the wagon." He took his cock in hand and aimed it at Paulette.  "Anytime
you feel up to it I have something for you!"

   "I feel up to it!  I feel up to it!" she gushed, spreading herself wide
on the bed.

   "Ya know what she needs?" Tommy said with a knowing nod, cupping her
elegant cunt in one huge hand and looking around the room.  "She needs the
old desk treatment."

   "Right!" Bobby agreed immediately, letting go of his hard cock eyeing
the small dresser.  "We could use the dresser!" he said excitedly.

   "What about the dresser?  What desk treatment?" she asked nervously.

   "You just never mind about that for a while," Tommy said, slowly
straddling her chest with his knees and hanging his huge cock in her face.
"You take care of this while Bobby prepares the equipment!"

   "Oh Lordy!  What have I let myself in for?" she squealed happily,
knowing they were going to slide their big cocks into her again.  Her cunt
began its ritual pounding as she concentrated on the huge purple knob only
inches from her moist lips, studying it, knowing the joy it provided her
tight cunt and sweet ass.  She brought her warm hands to it and stroked it
slowly before bringing the royal cockhead to her lips, mouthing it with
open delight for long delicious seconds before forcing it between her coral
lips and into her warm mouth.

   "That's the baby.  Do what you do best," Tommy cooed, feeling his
massive tool throbbing to exquisite hardness in her sucking mouth, seeing
her closed eyes and pretty face in the throes of rhapsodic bliss as his
cock wedged further along her swirling tongue.

   Bobby cleared off the dresser and moved it away from the wall, feeling
his prick bulge excitedly at the prospect of having Paulette, so soft and
sweet, laid across it, her young cunt and hot mouth open and waiting for
two hard cocks.  He quickly spread a blanket over the dresser and stepped
back, admiring his work, masochistically teasing his frenzied prick for
eternal seconds as he imagined her squirming and wiggling, skewering
herself on their lust-filled pricks.

   He stepped over to the bed and looked down at her furiously sucking
face, seeing her working over Tommy's huge shaft with both small hands and
swirling her ruby tongue over the broad cock head, making erotic and needy
love to his big glorious prick.  Bobby's balls echoed their tingling desire
as he watched, his dick straight out and throbbing with passion.  Then,
jealous that his hard cock wasn't receiving the same treatment, he said,
"Hey.  What about me?" Paulette opened her eyes and tried to smile around
the gigantic knob of male flesh in her wide mouth, telling Bobby she wanted
to help him take care of his rigid pole, do for him anything and everything
he wanted.  She snaked a hand out from beneath Tommy and found his hard
manhood, stroking it lovingly and keeping her shining eyes on him as she
bobbed and sucked the dick in her mouth, feeling their combined hardnesses
and a fiery yearning deep in her cunt.

   "C'mon Tommy," Bobby complained.  "I have the dresser ready."

   "O.K.  Just let me watch for a few more seconds.  She is the greatest
little cocksucker I have ever had!"

   She bobbed and wrestled with his big veined prick, sucking it, licking
it, laving it with her curling tongue, proving over and over she loved to
suck dick, any dick, and that she was the best at it!

   "C'mon!" Bobby said impatiently.  "I want some of that hot head!"

   "O.K.  O.K.," Tommy grumbled, pulling his dick from her mouth with a
loud smack and helping her from the bed.  "I want some of that tight pussy
anyway!"

   She stood unsteadily on her feet, a bit woozy from the sudden movement,
but she held on to their two hard cocks as she assembled her burning senses
and saw the blanket draped over the dresser.  "I don't know what you want
me to do," she said excitedly, "but whatever it is I'm a willing volunteer
so long as I get your two huge cocks in me again!"

   Bobby led her to the dresser, cupping her ass along the way and letting
his fingers travel the length of her smooth crack.  "Just lie down, baby,"
he directed, "and Tommy and I will take care of the rest."

   She was unsure; her cunt ached savagely and her mouth watered with
anticipation, but she didn't know exactly what they wanted her to do.  "On
my stomach?" she asked in a little girl's voice, hoping Tommy would ream
her fevered ass again, would shove his hard huge cock deep into her bowels
while she sucked off Bobby, brought him to burning climax deep in her
mouth.

   "No, baby," Tommy told her, patting the blanket.  "Just lie right down
here on your back," he directed easily, helping her up on the dresser and
into a sitting position before lowering her gently into Bobby's waiting
hands.  "We're going to get some wide-open pussy and some wide-open
throat!"

   Bobby eased her down so her shoulders were on the table and her head was
hanging freely off the edge.  "I'm going all the way down your throat!" he
told her, leaving no room for doubt as to his intentions as he grabbed her
thin wrists and held her hands over her head at his sides.  "All the way!"
he repeated hotly.

   "And me," Tommy joined in, taking an ankle in each hand, "I'm going to
get into that tight little cunt of yours until Bobby and I meet in the
middle!"

   "Oh!  Please be easy!" she cried, feeling her legs lifted and spread
wide as Tommy stretched her ankles far apart.

   "You wanted it and now you are going to get it!" Bobby roared sternly.
"Put that head back and open that hot mouth of yours!  You're going to suck
the whole thing!"

   Her eyes bugged wildly and her cunt screamed silently as she felt
Tommy's huge cock head pressing against her gaping hole.  She lowered her
head and opened her mouth obediently, seeing Bobby's full glowing manhood,
and without hesitation she accepted his beautiful purple dick head into her
waiting mouth, swooning at the taste of delicious cock meat.

   Tommy pulled her tortured ankles even further apart, opening her scarlet
slit completely, seeing her creamy white thighs quivering with anticipation
as he pushed his huge cock head into her without warning, forcing her
softly pouting cunt lips to accept the rampant intruder and close silkenly
around the broad shaft with her woman's heat.

   She moaned loudly around Bobby's dick and squirmed her milk-white ass,
trying to get more of Tommy's dick into her, wiggling, opening, clutching
for more glorious cock to stroke the fiery furnace of her hot cunt.

   "She's a greedy little bitch!" Tommy said, easing another three inches
into her and hearing her moan loudly again.  Then wanting to share equally
the young fruits of her body with Bobby, to come with him together in her
captured holes, he asked breathlessly, "How's that wonderful mouth of hers?
You got it full yet?"

   "The bitch has half of it.  But she's gonna get it all!" he promised
with maddening conviction.  "Every fucking inch!"

   "Get your cock into her all the way and I'll give her this one the way
she likes it-hard and fast!"

   "Take it!" Bobby ordered hoarsely.  "My balls are boiling for a place to
shoot my hot cum!"

   She felt their grips tighten on her wrists and ankles and knew she was
powerless to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her young body.
They could force their cocks into her any way they pleased, she told
herself eagerly, and all I could do is accept it, accommodate their
throbbing tools however they use me.  Her clitoris clamored violently at
her bondage, knowing she was going to be fucked from both ends, knowing
they would shoot their scalding jism into her, deep into her throat and
belly.

   "Open wide!" Bobby ordered.  "I want my rod in your throat!  OPEN!  Open
that wonderful mouth of yours and take it all!"

   Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  she thought wildly, jacking her jaws wide and feeling
Bobby's bulbous cock head entering her hungry throat as he sent inch after
hard inch sliding smoothly over her tongue until the knob of his rigid
manhood lodged wildly in her neck.

   "God!  She's got it all!  She's got it all in her hot mouth!" Bobby
yelled triumphantly, beginning to stroke her, driving his throbbing rod in
and out of her twisting throat, banging his balls into her face with each
fiery stroke.

   My God!  she quivered uncontrollably, tossing her head from side to side
as she repeatedly accepted the arrow of his passion into her as she had
never accepted anything in her life before.  It thrilled her.  It chilled
her.  Her mind whirled with carnal vivid images as her trapped body
squirmed and wiggled and shook as her love of cock kindled the simmering
flames of her sex, igniting the fiery beginnings of orgasm deep in her
wide-open cunt.

   Tommy didn't wait.  His balls ached with longing.  Her perfect pink cunt
grabbed insatiably at his shaft, pulling him far into the furry glove.  He
pushed her ankles apart as far as his hands could reach and crammed his
throbbing cock into her completely defenseless belly, feeling his glowing
cock head slam into the soft folds of her gripping stomach.  He stayed this
way for long seconds, grinding his hairy pelvis against the soft lips of
her cunt, making certain she had it all in her, feeling her stomach clutch
violently at it, and twist on his hard manhood with uncontrollable lust,
loving every inch of him before he pulled back and crammed her desperately
cringing cunt full again.

   She threw her head back and forth, taking it all from both ends, loving
her arms and legs being held wide in their powerful grips, burning her mind
with angry red flashes of orgasm as the cocks slid into her without stop
again and again.  Come!  Come!  Come!  she wanted to cry, needing their hot
juices to feed the fires of her lust, wanting to swallow it and have it
scald the delicate lining of her heaving belly.

   "I'M GOING TO COME IN YOU!" Bobby yelled, throwing his arms wide and
jamming his cock into her eager hot mouth.  "I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR
THROAT!" He slammed wildly at her unprotected face, driving his gushing
cock in and out of her wet mouth.  "TAKE IT ALL!  I'M COMMMMMMING!"

   Tommy's dam of sizzling sperm broke and he pounded his terrible hard
cock into her defenseless cunt.  "I'M COMING TOO!  COMING IN YOUR SWEET
BELLY!  FUCK!  YOU BITCH!" he groaned and hollered, straining every muscle
in his body as he penetrated her juicy pussy with his creaming lance.

   Her orgasm flowered like a brilliant flame.  Her nipples burned
beautifully and her full tummy glowed gorgeously red as the irresistible
flight took her higher and higher, burning and singeing and scalding her
insides with a free soaring blade of magical colors and pounding
reverberations.  She milked Bobby's cock for heavenly hot cum, lubricating
the sides of her sexuality for Tommy to travel her velvety road through the
thrashing throes of complete and shattering orgasm deep deep deep in her
rolling belly.

   CHAPTER NINE

   The moon streamed its orange brilliance into the little house,
brightening it and showing up its well-kept cuteness.  Outside a car
passed. An owl whooed a happy greeting to the first gray fingers of dawn,
and in the bathroom Paulette was on her knees between Bobby and Tommy, the
silver shower spray dancing lightly across their naked bodies.

   She worked with a loving thoroughness, soaping Tommy's long cock and
balls to a frothy lather, thrilling at the huge slippery prick as she ran
her hands over the smooth length of it, letting the thick rod slide through
her fingers many times before turning her face back to Bobby and closing
her soft lips over the hard shining head of his cock.

   "I want some more of that pretty little asshole of yours," Tommy said,
watching as she stroked his cock with both hands, her head turned away from
him and bobbing slowly on Bobby's rigid tool.  And seeing no response from
her, he said, "Do you hear me, you tight little cunt?"

   She nodded Yes, not wanting to take Bobby's hot rod from her mouth for
even a second to answer.  She squeezed Tommy's hard prick with both hands,
telling him with her fingers that she wanted him, was eager to have him far
in her tender rectum.

   "This is a great way to shower, huh Tommy?" Bobby said, relaxing against
the shower wall and letting her have her way with his manhood, feeling her
tongue softly laving the knob of his being.  "We should do this more
often." He laughed as he saw Paulette bobbing her head furiously in
response to his suggestion.  Then, being serious, he said fondly, "Yeah,
baby, you've come a long way.  I think my little whore is terrific!" He let
his hand drop to her churning head and patted her affectionately.  "And do
you know what would really turn me on?" He waited until she brought her
eager brown eyes up to his, then continued.  "I'd like to see you play with
yourself.  Take one of your hands from Tommy's prick and finger yourself as
you blow me."

   Her cunt quickly buzzed with excitement, but her hand refused to move.
She wanted desperately to touch her swollen button, rub it fiercely as she
sucked his hot cock, stir the cauldron of her passion, but doing it in
front of someone-two men!

   "I think she's getting shy again," Tommy said, turning so the water ran
on his cock, rinsing away the soap.  "What do you think, Bobby?  I think we
should bring this shy little girl into the bedroom."

   She heard him loud and clear.  A sweet serenade coursed through her body
at the words.  She bobbed her head excitedly, telling them she would like
nothing better than for them to take this shy little girl into the bedroom.
Then feeling the tingling spray stop as Tommy turned off the shower, she
released Bobby's wonderful cock from her mouth and got quickly to her feet.
"Last one to the bed and in me is a rotten egg!" she challenged, stepping
out of the tub and rushing soaking wet to the bedroom.

   They were right behind her, seeing her glistening ass leading the way,
luring them on with her playfulness and ready acceptance of more sexual
games.  She flung herself onto the bed and lay herself out wantonly
spread-eagled, her hands and ankles wide.

   "Come and get whatever you want," she giggled.

   "Wait a minute," Bobby stopped them at the foot of the bed so they could
feast on her lovely nakedness.  "I want to know why she didn't finger
herself in the tub when I told her to."

   "Ah ...  " Tommy agreed.  "You're right.  I think she should show us how
she gets along when there are no men around."

   "But I have two men around," she protested.  "Two hard handsome men in
fact!" She smiled impishly and spread her legs wider, exposing her gleaming
pink labia through the soft furry screen of her wide cunt, brazenly showing
them everything she owned as she slowly raised her knees, challenging them
with her eagerness, watching their stiff cocks and wondering which one
would be the first into her raging quim, hoping they would forget about
wanting her to finger herself.  And seeing neither of them was making a
move toward her, she pulled herself up and crawled down the foot of the
bed, resting on her knees before them, holding their steaming cocks in her
hands.  "Now who is it going to be?" she asked cutely, gently stroking
them. "Which one of these hard cocks do I get first?"

   Bobby smiled broadly and quickly winked at Tommy.  "I'm suddenly
hungry," he said.

   "I'll cook for you in a little while," she said quickly, looking up at
them with pleading brown eyes.  "I'll cook anything your little heart's
desire.  But let me take care of these two beautiful pricks first." She
bent hurriedly and kissed Bobby's royal knob, then Tommy's, feeling the
soft red yearning deep in her belly as her clitoris pulsated wildly between
the ruby lips of her cunt.  "Fill me with hard cock just one more time,"
she pleaded.  "Then I'll prepare you each a big steak to get your strength
back.  Please?"

   "I don't want a steak," Bobby said stiffly, continuing the game he and
Tommy were playing.  "How about you, Tommy?  Do you want a steak?"

   "Nah.  I could go for some hog back, or squirrel chittlins." He looked
up at the ceiling with sheer delight, thinking for a long moment, then
licked his lips and said, "Or how 'bout a huge Mazola sandwich?"

   "Good idea!" Bobby exclaimed, smiling as if the thought were Tommy's
alone.  "I haven't had a Mazola sandwich since Judy Connors made one for
us!"

   "A Mazola sandwich?"

   They acted shocked that she didn't know what a Mazola sandwich was. 
Then Tommy asked, "Do you want to make a Mazola sandwich for us?"

   "Well-sure-but ...  How can you eat something like that?  Yeeck!"

   "Taste is in the mouth of the beholder," Bobby grinned, taking her hand
from his hard rigid tool and helping her from the bed.

   "I bet she's gonna make a good sandwich," Tommy said, stepping beside
her and cupping a warm cheek of her ass.

   "I agree completely," Bobby smiled, cupping the other cheek of her ass
and leading the trio out of the bedroom.

   Paulette felt herself being led down the dim hall as they walked close
beside her, one on each side, holding her hands and kneading the rich flesh
of her shifting ass.

   "She's got a great bottom on her!" Tommy said with feeling, letting his
fingers travel the length of her superb crack, feeling the soft hair of her
cunt on his fingers for a long moment before slipping his fingers into the
soft cleavage of her undulating behind.

   "Best little broad we ever had," Bobby agreed, squeezing a handful of
her fanny in his strong fingers.  "Now if she can only cook!"

   "What's there to making a sandwich?" she asked naively, watching their
hard cocks bobbing with each step and feeling a newfound excitement in the
hot regions of her rectum, wanting a spearing cock in her bottom to drown
the fires of her smoldering passion with pumping cum.  "Anybody can make a
sandwich!"

   "We'll just see about that," Bobby said guardedly, liking her anxious
desire to please them.

   Tommy teased her like a no-account whore and she loved it.  "We know you
like to fuck and really love to have a hard dick in your sweet mouth, but
can you do the other things that are so important to a relationship?  Can
you fuck and suck all day and still have the strength to prepare a
nutritious meal for your men?  That's the question!" He patted her
playfully on the fanny when she didn't answer right away.

   Bobby patted her other cheek, letting her enter the kitchen ahead of
them.

   She wasn't sure.  She looked at them expectantly.  "Just a Mazola
sandwich?" she asked confusedly, thinking the idea for the
terrible-sounding sandwich must have come from their college days when that
girl, Judy Connors, made it for them.  And for some unaccountable reason
she was jealous of the girl she had never seen, never even heard of before
tonight!  "I'll make it for you," she promised.  "But I don't see how
anyone can eat something like that!"

   They hid their smiles as she got a loaf of bread from the bread box and
set it on the counter by the sink.

   "I have other things," she said in a last ditch attempt to get them to
eat something better than a Mazola sandwich.  "I have lettuce, tomatoes,
sliced ham, baloney.  I even have peanut butter and jelly if you want." She
let her helpless eyes go to their faces and saw their stark-set features
and firm determination.  "Right," she said defeatedly.  "Two Mazola
sandwiches coming up."

   "You might try it yourself," Tommy suggested, watching her tight bottom
as she stretched to a high cupboard shelf.  "It would do wonders for that
perfect ass of yours."

   She didn't understand his remark, but when she looked back over her
shoulder she found they were watching her every move, studying her soft
sleek figure as she pushed herself up on tiptoes, accenting the gentle
contours of her firm ass and teasing them with her womanhood before
stretching even further and taking the bottle of Mazola from the back of
the shelf and bringing it to the table, her ruby nipples and burning cunt
tingling at the closeness of their erect phalluses.

   "Let me read that label," Tommy said.  "I just want to make sure they
haven't added anything to the formula since the last time we used it."

   She brought it over and handed it to him, standing closer than was
necessary, needing to be close to their two hard pricks, seeing them
standing at rigid attention and aimed at her blushing belly, the place she
wanted them deeply buried.

   "I'm a slow reader," Tommy said, holding the bottle out before him as he
pretended to read it.  "And since I am doing this for all out health's
sake, I kinda figure I should be rewarded for my thoroughness and concern.
Right?"

   "Right!" she said quickly, lowering herself to her knees before him and
taking his huge tool in her hands.

   "Hold it!" Bobby grumbled.  "I want some loving too!"

   "Awww," she teased.  "Does Bobby feel left out?" She took his tool in
her hand and brought him closer so he and Tommy were standing side by side,
their stiff cocks aimed at her face.  "Paulette will make you feel all
better," she promised, bringing her lips to Bobby's glowing red cock head
and stuffing it hotly in her mouth.

   "Me too!" Tommy whined, watching her bobbing head and swaying tits,
seeing the firm fullness of her breasts so hard and taut and delicious.

   She backed off Bobby's swollen prick and switched quickly to Tommy's,
sliding her mouth over his bulbous tip with practiced ease, comparing the
tastes on her curling tongue for a few brief seconds before switching back
to Bobby, then back to Tommy.  She teased them both, sucking their hard
cocks one after the other, enjoying their manhood's with a savage glee;
suck one, suck the other, pleasing them both with her mouth and hands for
ecstatic minutes in her wonderful kneeling position of servitude, stroking
their strong cocks as she gloried in her role of slave, servant, her back
straight, her nipples tingling, and her fiery cunt clamoring to be crammed
full of raging prick, being used and using them, feeling her sex pounding
furiously in her fevered bottom.

   "Wow!" Tommy said, stopping her delightful mouth, waiting for her to sit
back on her ankles and look up at him.  "You're making my dick feel too
good!  We better have a Mazola sandwich before I shoot my wad in that
hungry mouth of yours."

   "You can come in my mouth," she said sweetly, stroking his cock with her
soft hand.  "Then I could fix your sandwich."

   "She's beautiful, ain't she, Bobby?" Tommy laughed.  "She loves to have
a dick shoot off in her!" He smiled down at her, very much pleased he had
found her, glad he had stumbled across her naked in Elliot Beaumont's
apartment.  "She really loves to suck a dick!" he repeated in grateful
astonishment.

   "You two," she smiled prettily, quickly kissing the gleaming heads of
their pricks, "have made me a woman.  And I love it when I have both your
cocks in me.  Does that make me a bad girl?" she asked shyly.

   "Hell no!  Not at all!" Bobby gushed, pulling her to her feet.  "We love
it!" he added excitedly before turning her and swatting her affectionately
on the fanny.  "You're just terrific!" he said happily, then told Tommy,
"Why don't you take this little nymph into the bedroom while I bring the
sandwich makings."

   Tommy threw his arm around her shoulders and dangled his hand over her
soft breast.  "You heard what the man said, baby.  Grab a hold of my prick
and stroke it as we take that long slow stroll to the bedroom." He smiled
as she complied, delicately wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft,
but her eyes watched Bobby.  "Oh-ho-ho!" he laughed.  "She's worried I'm
going to ball her all by myself!"

   "She's spoiled," Bobby laughed.  "She wants us both in her tight little
holes, huh baby?" He playfully grabbed her cunt and slid a fast finger
through the pouting lips.

   "Oh, you two!" she giggled.  "A girl can't have any secrets with you
two!"

   "Her cunt's all wet already!" Bobby grinned, teasing her and liking the
maidenly blush tingling her cheeks.  He flicked a gentle finger across her
rigid clitoris to bring her to the peak of desire, then went abruptly to
the table and rolled up the flowery print tablecloth and tucked it securely
under his arm before returning to them.  "We'll have the sandwich in bed!"
he said easily, cupping her soft behind as before and cutting off any
questions she might have had by slipping his fingers into her velvety crack
and gently massaging her tight bum-hole, forcing her to prance wildly
between them to escape the tickling fingers.

   She tittered and giggled, holding their two pricks as she teetered on
tiptoes between them, completely forgetting any questions she might have
had as her threatened asshole clamped itself tightly shut against any
intrusion into her smooth rectum.  Her erratic thoughts shifted lightning
fast from her eager cunt to her gently fondled asshole to the two hard
pricks in her hands, mixing and tumbling the wild, hot, vivid mental
pictures into a delicious meal of sexual fantasy.  "Bobby!" she squealed
delightedly.  "Stop!" But she didn't want him to stop.  She wanted
something hot in her squirming bottomless ass, something that would ram
deep into her soft belly and scald its screaming message in a glorious
burst of gushing jism far in her willing fanny.

   They entered the bedroom and Bobby said with a wink to Tommy, "You hold
her here while I spread the tablecloth on the table.  I would hate to get
crumbs around!"

   Tommy laughed, pulling her to him so she was flush up against him, her
pretty tits pressed flat against his hairy chest.

   Paulette held Tommy's prick with both hands now, watching over her
shoulder as Bobby spread the tablecloth on the bed.  "What are you doing?"
she asked excitedly, her large brown eyes dancing with expectation.

   "Just fixing a place where we can enjoy our sandwich," he said
innocently, winking at her as he smoothed the corners flat, then came up
behind her and took the bottle of Mazola from Tommy's hand, smiling
craftily as she strained to see what he was going to do.  "Hold onto that
wild little filly, Tommy!"

   "What-what are you going to do?" she gushed as Tommy's big arms closed
around her and held her powerless.

   "Make sure you get that divine ass of hers," Tommy insisted.

   "I'm going to do everything she owns!" Bobby assured with a small laugh,
pouring out a big handful of oil into his hand.  "Everything!"

   "Ahhhh!" she cried as the cold oil was smeared onto her back and down to
her squirming white buttocks.  "That's COOOLLLDDD!" she shivered.

   They laughed at her desperate struggles, especially Bobby as he ran his
hand across her gently rounded hips, making her golden tan glisten
iridescently in the full moonlight, then down to her knees and coming back
up slowly and working the slick oil into her smooth skin, concentrating his
kneading fingers on her splendid ass as he parted it lovingly and slipped
his slick fingers between her magnificent cakes, lubricating her with the
now warm oil.

   "Oh yes!" she hummed delighted, beginning to space small little kisses
across Tommy's chest in appreciation of the warm hands sliding so easily
and sexily over her silken derriere.  "I get the idea now," she murmured in
total agreement.  "Yes!  Make me slippery and I'll snake all over you two!"
She pushed out her ass, wanting more of the superb message on her hot ass.
"Do me good!  Make me real slippery so it slides right in!"

   He quickly poured out another large dollop of oil into his hand and
pressed it right against her crack, bathing her asshole with the sensuous
lubricant and letting his gentle fingers probe further between her now
spread legs, rubbing the oil into her soft cunt.  "You beautiful animal!"
he breathed hotly, feeling her quivering pussy at his fingers, throbbing at
his touch.  Then impatient to get his hard cock into her heavenly box, he
said, "C'mon Tommy!  Help me do this!"

   Tommy let go of her and she stood eagerly erect between them, her proud
tits and tingling pussy pouting angrily at the delay.

   "Put your hands above your head," Bobby ordered, spreading the oil over
her in copious amounts.  "Higher!"

   "God!  You are built like a brick shit house!" Tommy complimented,
pouring oil into his hands.

   She stood on her tiptoes, her hands locked together as high as they
could reach, completely open to their searching hands, loving the fact that
she was the object of their sensuous attentions, knowing they were
preparing her for a royal bedding.

   Tommy stood beside her, letting his oily hands slide over her soft,
slightly protruding stomach, spreading the impossibly superb film over her
with lazy sure strokes, seeing her stretched perfect before him, his breath
catching in his throat at her willing beauty before he cupped her left
breast, oiling it with a maddening slowness as his other hand found the
treasure trove of her high firm ass.  He continued to caress her in
absolute awe, treating her magnificent body with the respect he would show
a priceless work of art.

   "Dear God," she whispered softly, allowing them to continue, loving the
slowness, the sure feel of their hands on her, thrilling at their
possession of her.

   Bobby's slick hand went to her sparsely furred mound, holding her entire
cunt in his hand, feeling her wild and trembling before slowly spreading
the oil evenly on her soft fine thighs, running his hand up from her knees
to the aching juncture between the molded white columns.

   I'm in heaven!" she breathed wondrously, stretching taller as the four
hands travelled smoothly over her entire body, making her aware of her
every curve, mellowing her mind with their desirous gentle handling and at
the same time awakening fires in her, coaxing the fine filaments of her
being until she felt herself glowing.  "I want to go on like this forever,"
she sighed ecstatically, feeling Tommy's thick fingers sliding easily
between the slick cheeks of her ass and feathering her quivering asshole
while Bobby smoothly oiled her sensitive thighs, going higher and higher
with his tender hands until he cupped her hot honey pot and slid his
fingers easily and exotically along the silken surface of her pussy lips,
teasing her with a new smoothness, a new unheard-of delight, tantalizing
her fevered mind with elegantly soft brushstrokes along the length of her
enflamed clitoris.

   They stayed this way for several long minutes, touching her from ankles
to shoulders, missing nothing, softening her with the delicate oil as they
paid homage to her priceless womanhood, causing her to glisten and shine
erotically in the golden shafts of moonlight.  Her proud hard nipples
shivered incessantly, invitingly erect, craving attention, wanting a loving
mouth to caress and suck them while the fires grew in her heaving figure,
lending life and desire and love to her unblemished and smoldering beauty.

   "Please do me slow," she begged, holding her hands together behind her
head and jutting out her tormented tits, wanting them fondled in their
gentle sliding fingers.  "Please do ALL of me slowly.  Please Bobby? 
Please Tommy?  Please?"

   "She's beautiful," Bobby sighed, stepping back to admire her statuesque
beauty.  "God!  I'm going to enjoy putting my dick in you!"

   "Do me now, Bobby," she pleaded, bringing her hands down and stroking
Tommy's huge cock with desperate need.  "Put your hard cock in me, and then
Tommy can push this big thing into my, ass.  Please!"

   "Sure, honey," Bobby said gently, getting onto the bed and lying on his
back so his stiff tool quivered high above him in loving need.  "Get over
me, baby," he urged in a hoarse voice, seeing her crawl slowly onto the
bed. "Straddle me, honey.  Make me feel good."

   Her eyes were wide with pleading need as she slipped her knee over him.
"Make love to me slowly, Bobby.  Please do me gentle and easy," she begged,
feeling the tip of his magnificent cock touch the lips of her open,
shivering pussy.  "Make me your woman, your whore, make me anything you
want.  But make love to me patiently.  I need to be loved by you tonight."

   The enormity of her emotion overcame him.  He eased her down on top of
him and kissed her full on the mouth, communicating his feeling for her
with his hungry lips, caressing her hard at first, needily, driving his
tongue into her mouth, then slowly, just moving the tip of his tongue
searchingly across her fevered lips, feeding lovingly and softly on her
delicate mouth, deriving joy and love and power from the frail slip of a
girl as he recognized her generous trust in him, her open love for him.

   Paulette kissed him wonderingly, marveling at his tenderness, feeling
her body meeting his with silken smoothness, sliding with a whispered
softness over her lover, tingling and touching her senses with shattering
slowness as he had never done before.  She accepted readily and easily the
hot tip of his existence between the quivering lips of her cunt, forcing it
into her excited sheath with deliberate slowness, feeling every fiery nerve
ending in her welcoming cunt brighten and flame at the silky intrusion,
demanding more of the divine shaft as she continued her agonizingly slow
slide down onto him.  She felt the bulbous knob push into the soft folds of
her belly, taking more and more of him into her hot cunt, feeling him cup
her face in his huge hands and trail delicious little kisses across her
eyes, over her cheeks, along her softly molded chin, and again to her ruby
mouth, teasing her lips with his knowing tongue until she had consumed him
totally, felt his hard manhood deep in her belly and her soft cunt lips
clinging gratefully around the very base of his proudly erect and deeply
buried rod.

   Tommy was awed with their tender lovemaking.  His breathing was rapid as
he took the pulsating length of his shaft in his hand and stroked it
slowly, captivated completely by her softly spread white ass highlighted in
a golden aurora of gentle moonbeams, seeing her heavenly openness in the
soft amber light accept Bobby's rigid length into her lush valley.  He drew
in great drafts of air through thinly parted lips as he concentrated on her
small bronze asshole nestled invitingly between the sculptured pillows of
her perfect derriere, almost mesmerized by its delicate slow circling as
she moved on Bobby's fully embedded prick, silently calling out a blissful
welcome to his long hard lance.

   "Jesus!  You two are doing it beautifully," he whispered in a choked
voice.  He stood absolutely still, watching, afraid to break their euphoric
trance, feeling his prick throbbing wildly in his warm hand as she gently
stroked the shaft in her open pretty cunt.

   "Get on me, Tommy," she said softly, knowing he was needing her, needing
a hot heavenly place to shoot his loving spunk.  She shivered and moved
against Bobby as she felt the bed shift slightly, knowing Tommy was
positioning himself behind her, aiming his huge cock at her tender asshole,
knowing her was going to push the big thing into her waiting ass.  "Put it
in slowly, Tommy," she pleaded, not wanting to break the steep climb of
euphoria she was travelling with Bobby.  "Ride me sweetly.  Ride me nice,
Tommy.  Ride me easy and I'll take you both anywhere you want to go."

   "You're beautiful," was all he could think of to say as he gently led
his huge engorged cockhead to her tight pink asshole and pressed easily
against her.  "I'll be easy," he promised, increasing the pressure slightly
as his blood roiled maddeningly through him to feel the depths of her
softly tanned ass.  But for her sake, for the love she was feeling for his
friend Bobby, he forced him to move slowly, gradually increasing the
pressure on her hard tight ring instead of burying himself to the hilt as
his balls and his whole being screamed for him to do.

   She felt it at her trembling asshole, knew she could accept it, and was
loving the two of them more than anyone or anything in her entire life. 
Bobby's mouth was on hers, his tongue exploring the deep crevices of her
willing mouth with a controlled passion, holding her tightly and shaking
like a volcano ready to explode as he fanned the coals of her desire with
his steady insistence, torturing her with his thoroughness, keeping his
cock all the way in her, then pistoning it with a regal slowness in and out
of her loving sheath, branding her insides with his ownership of her,
making her totally his with his slowly loving sword.

   Breathlessly, she squirmed down on Bobby, slippery and oily smooth on
him, brushing his chest with her excited breasts as she felt the familiar
pressure of Tommy's huge cock head on the hard fighting knot of her
asshole. She swooned in a rush of searing passion as he pressed harder,
loving them both for the celestial worlds they had opened to her and
readying herself to accommodate to Tommy's phenomenal shaft in her hot ass,
preparing to take all of it inside her, to fill herself completely with
both wonderful cocks.

   Slowly, gently, lovingly sucking Bobby's tongue, she took in a deep
breath and eased back against Tommy's broad cock head, feeling herself
opening and accepting, then opening more as the quivering ring of her ass
closed gloriously over the apple sized-knob, filling her poor asshole with
hard cock head and igniting the fires of her passionate need to please both
her lovers.

   "Fill me, Tommy," she sighed with epic need.  "Fill me slowly.  Put it
all in me, Tommy.  Join Bobby and me on a fantastic trip.  Push it into me,
Tommy ...  that's it, darling," she moaned, accepting the slow inches. 
"More, Tommy.  I want all of you in my tight ass.  Slide it in ...  that's
it ...  more.  Paulette will make you feel good ...  keep pushing it in ...
keep push-" She closed her mouth greedily over Bobby's as she felt Tommy
press his pelvis flat against her open ass.  "God!  I love you two guys!"
she groaned in passionate bliss.  "Keep fucking me slow," she begged. 
"Slide your cocks in and out of me slowly.  Take me all the way on your two
wonderful cocks.  Yes, just like that ...  ummm.  Do me slow just like that
...  "

   Her mouth found Bobby's again and they kissed long and grandly, tasting
each other, loving each other, eager to please each other as their
breathing increased and she squirmed and moved smoothly between her two
lovers, feeling Bobby under her and Tommy riding the perfect roundness of
her ass, sliding hotly between them and giving everything, her all, taking
their slowly stroking cocks with commanding acceptance as the pressure
built with flaming magnificence behind the dam of her passions.

   "Jesus!  You're wonderful!" Tommy ground out between tightly clenched
teeth, feeling her taking his entire rod into her softly moving ass,
letting her set the pace for their lovemaking as he moved easily into her,
filling her completely with each long wonderful stroke.

   Bobby tossed his head from side to side, feeling his balls boiling
insistently as he worked his hips up and down, entering her, sliding it in
and out of her hot pussy to match the strokes of Tommy pushing steadily and
slowly in and out of her soft ass.

   Paulette moaned again and again as her orgasm began to blossom,
suffusing her soft thighs, her open ass and her tight cunt with a pleasant
rush of warm featherings, and knowing a glorious, sky-rockety orgasm was
approaching, she arched her back with all her strength and brought her
hands to the cheeks of her ass and pulled them wide apart, opening herself
completely, exposing her defenseless asshole to Tommy as she rocked her
sensuous pussy on Bobby's deeply buried cock.

   "Oh God!  Do me!" she wailed suddenly.  "Fuck me!  Stroke me, you
bastards!  Fill me!  Break me wide open with your cocks!" she cried
urgently, berserkly, out of her mind with frenzy, wanting one thing and one
thing only: to pursue, to build, to make this the most powerful orgasm she
had ever had.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Give it to me!  GIVE ME ALL
THE COCK YOU HAVE!"

   Bobby rocked crazily, driving his rod into her tender pussy from tip to
base again and again, the boiling in his nuts forcing him to push into her
harder, longer, faster to release the pent-up orgasm deep in his balls.

   Tommy banged his long prick into her proud ass, pounding at her with all
his strength, making her take it all in her fiery golden-tanned bottom
again and again, and never once did he see her cringe in the slightest; she
was challenging him to cram into her harder, to plumb the depths of her
smooth ass with even greater frenzy as she deliberately pulled her
asscheeks even further apart and repeatedly accepted his hard inches into
her unprotected behind, taking every pulsating inch of his huge shaft he
could slam into her with demonic abandon, breaking the dam of his passion
and bringing release from deep in his wildly swinging balls.

   "You fantastic bitch!" Tommy hollered hoarsely, holding her hips and
slam-stroking all twelve inches of his desperate cock into her soft bottom.
"I'M COMING IN YOU, WOMAN!  I'M COMMMMING!"

   Bobby's dam burst with a sleigh ride of twisting flashes as he began to
shoot his hot jism through the long stem of his deeply buried cock.  "YOU
HAVE ME COMING TOO!  YOU'RE MAKING ME GOME!  DO IT!  DO IT!  DO IT!" he
wailed, spurting his scalding cum into her trembling tight vagina.  "I'M
COMMMMING!"

   Her mind whirled violently against the blinding swirling patterns of
exploding sex.  Two wonderful hard cocks; one bullying the soft lining of
her cunt and gushing its creamy fire as it entered her again and again with
hard full strokes, spearing her fluttering tight cunt to a shuddering
orgasm as Tommy's huge cock head hammered into her wonderfully full belly.

   "OH GOD!  YES!  YES!  I'M COMMMMING!" she cried in complete frenzy,
yanking apart her asscheeks with all her might, desperate to have every
inch of Tommy's white hot shooting rod in her aching crack as she moaned
uncontrollably and withered her eager slippery cunt down on Bobby's
spurting stem, forcing it deep into the velvet glove of her sex, taking
them both in shattering climax.

   "MY GOD!  YES!  PUMP YOUR HOT CUM INTO ME!" she wailed deliriously, her
hot insides milking their huge love lances of every delicious drop of
scalding cum as wave after wave of gripping spasms of perfect delight
ripped through her, rocking and searing the cream depths of her pummelled
cunt with violently shaking throes of all-consuming orgasm directly around
the wide pistoning cock heads deep in her belly.

   "RIDE ME!  I'M EXPLODING!" she cried hysterically, spreading her knees
even wider.  "FUCK ME!  RAM ALL YOUR HARD COCK INTO ME!  YES!  MORE! 
HARDER!  EVERYTHING!" she shouted and screamed, giving herself up to the
raging buzz saw chewing wonderfully and ecstatically and un-stoppably
through her two wildly climaxing holes.

   "I'M DYING!  I'M LIVING!  I'M LOVING!  I'M COMMMMMMING!"

   CHAPTER TEN

   They slept the sleep of the exhausted.  Tommy had let himself collapse
full length on the soft contours of Paulette's back after shooting his
gigantic wad into her bowels, then slowly allowed his weight to ease her
off Bobby and onto her side.  And that is the way sleep overtook them;
Bobby, Paulette, then Tommy, side by side, with Tommy's shrinking weapon
lodged comfortably and securely in the gorgeous passage of her ass, all
three satisfied and content, basking in the mellow afterglow of extremely
gratifying sex, their eyelids heavy and closing, allowing their breathing
to return to normal before giving themselves up to the welcome abyss of
oblivion.

   A brilliant sun rose and hung high in an azure sky, warming the day.  A
gentle breeze wafted the aromas of azaleas and American Beauty roses from
nearby gardens, and the raucous chatter of backyard squirrels announced to
the world that it was another bright sunny day.  Cars passed on the road
outside.  Somewhere a horn blew.  Morning had begun and was well underway,
edging close to eleven o'clock.

   Tommy stirred slightly, taking a few fuzzy seconds to orient himself to
the strange bed.  He didn't open his eyes as he chased the fanciful dreams
he had had, those recurring vivid pictures of Paulette's fabulous ass and
her insatiable sexual hunger.  His senses cleared with a slow fondness and
he found her warmly next to him, her soft scent of delicate jasmine
flooding his mind and shooing away the cobwebs of sleep.  He basked in her
tantalizing scent, not wanting to disturb her, yet feeling a hot desire at
the base of his huge prick.

   And then he felt it!  He was still in her divine ass!

   His mind whirled a delicious passion as he felt the soft cheeks of her
ass along the base of his shaft, then the tight ring of her fantastic
asshole an inch below the heavy helmet, then her regal passage gripping the
knob of his being with a velvet softness.

   A new and exciting heat pumped into his prick.  He remained absolutely
motionless, feeling the welcome blood surge with great throbs in his
growing manhood, unlimbering the beast, feeling it nestle deeper in her
satin-smooth chute, thrilling him with its tightness.  And slowly, very
carefully, he pressed his face into the flowing brown curls at the back of
her neck, his early-morning senses reeling and climbing through his body as
he breathed her heady aroma; cleanliness, jasmine, and woman, all combining
in a dizziness of constantly changing sensuality that tugged at his every
fiber and drummed out its purely sexual meaning in his aching and growing
tool.

   Her excited asshole nudged her sleeping mind to wakefulness as Tommy's
thick manhood throbbed itself along the sensitive lining of her rectum,
waking her with an instant and well-defined need in her warm bottom.

   "Ummm," she sighed deliciously, wanting to stretch and back fully onto
the pleasant surprise in her ass, but Tommy's hand clamped tightly on her
hip, not allowing her to move.

   "Shhhh ...  " he whispered softly, filling his head with her erotic
scent as he breathed silently in the gentle curve of her neck.  "Don't wake
Bobby.  Don't move.  Don't do a thing.  This time it is for me alone." He
pressed his lips to her ear, kissing the warm morsel and nipping at the
lobe until the pain brought her fully awake.

   "Don't move a muscle," he warned quietly before slowly bringing his
mouth to her neck and biting her hot flesh until she tensed at his sharp
teeth.  "Just lie there and take it," he breathed, bringing his pelvis to
her naked ass with infinite patience, sliding his dick all the way into her
fiery bottom and feeling his massive cock head spearing into her tight
bowels.  "Don't move.  I want this all for myself.  I want to come in your
tight ass without you doing a thing.  You understand?"

   She felt his strong fingers digging painfully into the flesh at her hip
and she nodded willingly, telling him she understood and would obey his
command, then felt his hurtful grip ease and become almost a caress as he
pulled back very slowly until just his broad cock head remained in her
unprotesting behind.

   "Use your ass muscles," he whispered.  "Make it tight and nice for me,
Paulette.  Make me come real good in your hot ass." Again he slowly pushed
his hard cock into her, feeling her breath quicken as the hard knob of his
man-strength slid into her belly.  "That's the baby.  Nice and tight.  Yes,
squeeze me ..."

   She continued to nod as a strange wild thrill seized her insides.  Her
mind raced excitedly, knowing he was using her, forcing her with his hard,
needy dominance to act as a mere receptacle for his spunk, treating her
like a whore, demanding sex his way, giving nothing but his hard cock and
expecting her to perform on his royal rod exactly the way he told her to.
Her tongue darted across her full lips as she began working the muscles of
her ass, squeezing and milking his huge silken shaft, doing precisely what
he ordered with a total needy obedience of her own.

   Slowly, moving a fraction of an inch at a time, she managed to arch her
back and push out her smooth pliant ass, accepting more of his heated rod
into the needy regions of her alive and churning bowels, allowing him to
creep his prick fully into her before he inched with incredible slowness
back to the fevered ring of her ass.

   The slowness, the unreal quality of his teasing tempo, and her velvety
muscles massaging his throbbing tool, flamed his mind and brought an
agonizing desire to roughly flip her onto her stomach and pound his
hardness into her, drive it full length into her perfect ass.  His
breathing was ragged as he controlled his slow stroking against all his
natural instincts.  He fought himself with a savage intensity, keeping the
pace slow and deliberate even though the first delicate featherings of
orgasm danced through his tense balls.

   She fought the overriding desire to throw herself back on Tommy's
engorged penis each time it found its way into her with delightful
slowness. Never before had she experienced an orgasm blossoming so sweetly
and gently.  Tiny fingers of erotic heaven dabbled teasingly at the core of
her being, shooting tiny sparks through her for eternal seconds, gleefully
dancing against her tightly shut eyes as if forcing itself to flaming birth
despite her unmoving body.  A shattering climax was building inside her
with an unstoppable determination, frantically stoking the fires of her
passion with its demand for fiery life.

   "I'm going to come in your hot ass," he whispered.

   "Yes," she nodded, concentrating on the blinding throes wrenching
through her tightly held stomach, afraid to move, to give herself up to the
hammering orgasm and heave wildly against him, to impale herself fully on
the divinely torturing tool sliding with delicious slowness along the
clutching length of her frenzied anal passage, driving her crazy with
exploding desire with his deliberate disregard for her thundering sex, his
refusal to slam-stroke her to the pinnacle of trembling orgasm.

   His fingers pinched her hip cruelly as he strained the smoky climax up
from his scalding balls.  "I'm going to come in your sweet ass right now,"
he choked out between tightly clenched teeth before sinking his teeth into
her soft tanned shoulder to keep from crying out as the dam burst and his
hot cum raced through his rigid penis with shuddering intensity.  And still
he slow-stroked her, barely moving, straining and fighting and damning the
clamoring dictates of his sex to slam and rip and tear with his mighty
organ, maximizing and prolonging the crashing cymbals of Herculean orgasm
searing his brain and body with gripping, twisting, hurting climax.

   She refused to make a sound, balling her tiny fists and digging her
fingernails into her palms, stifling a terrible yell of ecstasy in her
breast as she felt the first white-hot burst from his gushing weapon.  Her
orgasm crept silently through her, exploding and twisting her insides as
she milked the gargantuan prick in her ass, squeezing it, loving it,
torturing herself and him with wonderful, powerful, conquering slowness,
desperately fighting the quivering summons from her tiny clitoris to scream
her ultimate joy, her unending gratitude as the roller coaster of her
climax peaked and flew unstoppably through a series a vicious hairpin
turns, heightening the magnificent physical experience around the
throbbing, spurting, hard cock head firing salvo after white-hot salvo far
deep into her thankful bowels.

   Minutes later, still recovering from the mighty forces of his violent
orgasm and limp in her precious ass, he tenderly kissed the angry red teeth
marks on her softly tanned shoulder and whispered, "You're great, honey,
and I want some more of your fantastic loving, but I have to get to the
training camp by one o'clock." He trailed a series of soft kisses along her
warm neck.  "I'll call you soon."

   She nodded in blissful agreement, turning her head back over her
shoulder.  "O.K.," she said softly, offering her lips to him for a quick
kiss.

   He let his mouth linger on hers for a brief second before sighing at the
demands of his job and slowly pulling his thoroughly fucked cock from her
tight ass, feeling her rubbery ring clamp in protest at the exit of his
smooth cock head.  He winked adoringly at her, gave her shoulder a last
kiss and whispered, "I love your sweet ass.  I'll call you tonight and
we'll set a time for me to fill your hot bottom again." He cupped a silken
breast for a moment, smiling his promise to return.  "I'm going to take a
shower before I go," he added, rolling quietly from the bed and tiptoeing
from the bedroom.

   Moments later she heard the shower running and let her mind go to
imagine his sleek trim body under the spray, picturing his thinly muscular
frame, his manly chest, his wonderful strong thighs, and the lovable
dangling length of him wet and glistening.  Her smile broadened and she
sighed with feline contentment as she rested her head on the pillow next to
Bobby.

   I have it good.  I am in earth's heaven, she thought fondly.  And it
still promises to get better!  I have everything I have ever wanted, she
mused with silent appreciation, shifting her arm slightly and nestling
Bobby's sleeping head more comfortably against her bosom.  I have Tommy's
huge, unbelievable cock for the precious new hole I discovered last night,
the hole he opened so forcefully and thoroughly against my will-bless
him-and I have my Bobby, the man who made all this possible, not only gave
me a sense of pride in my body, but a confidence I have never had before, a
feeling that I can do anything and everything, succeed at whatever I
choose.

   She smiled with pleasant nostalgia as she remembered her shy bravado
before taking the irreversible step into prostitution with Elliot Beaumont,
telling Bobby, "I'll turn him every way but loose," and, "he'll be begging
for more," when she knew in her young heart that she was scared silly and
her knees were shaking and barely able to support her.  Her smile crinkled
at the corners of her eyes and tugged sensuously at her full lips as a cute
smugness, a happiness with life and pride in her ability to please, settled
itself prettily on her sharp flawless features.

   She suddenly wanted to be among people, to show the world she was alive
and blissfully happy, to bounce wonderfully carefree on Bobby's elegant
arm; maybe being seated at a fancy restaurant, dining regally under
candlelight, fitting into the impeccable mold of the higher class,
somewhere people could see her with THE man in her life, THE man who gave
her a life of meaning and purpose.

   Tommy ducked his head in the door and pointed to his watch.  He made a
disappointed face before touching his fingers to his lips and blowing her a
kiss filled with many unspoken promises.

   She smiled with a Mona-Lisa-like contentment, mysterious and offering,
then winked her perpetual impishness at him before waving an equally
disappointed set of fingertips in his direction.

   He returned her smile for a moment, feasting on her lovely sprawled
nakedness, etching her soft willing form deep in his mind before shrugging
helplessly in frustrated desire and tiptoeing down the hall.  Moments later
she heard the door close quietly behind him.

   Yes, I am a very lucky girl, she thought, snuggling close against
Bobby's warm body and letting her teasing fingers trail lazy circles over
the smooth tanned skin at his side for slow seconds, finally reaching his
slender hip and frolicking there for a timeless moment as she deliberated
whether to wake him from his sound sleep or to remain cuddled warmly next
to him.

   She brought her lips forward and lightly kissed his smooth brow, loving
the wonderful successful man next to her.  The fires of her sex told her
she would be good to him, do anything he wanted her to do, anywhere at any
time.  She was thoroughly his, she told herself, snuggling closer.  I will
be more than his mistress for his immediate desires.  My everything is his
to do with as he wishes.

   She brushed an errant strand of hair back from his forehead with a
delicate finger, marveling at the emotions he evoked in her, especially the
blossoming love she bad kept pent-up in her bosom for years as she looked
for the person worthy of her total devotion, telling herself she was
completely in love with Bobby Fender, wanting to serve him, to cater to his
every whim.

   Her breasts tingled with hedonistic expectation as he stirred, burrowing
his head further into her soft bosom.  She suddenly felt his breathing on
her sensitive aureoles, warming them with tantalizing regularity as he
breathed, puckering them erect with trembling anticipation.  He sighed
sleepily and moved into the welcome of her breasts, like a puppy moving in
sleep toward the warmest puppy in the litter, searching out something soft
and cuddly to curl up next to.

   Her breathing increased rapidly, despite her mind's telling her to
remain calm next to him, to let him rest after his hectic pace of the night
before.  But it was a futile effort as he pressed his face full onto her
stormy breasts.  Her fully awake and yearning cunt throbbed out a primitive
message to her brain, clamoring incessantly at the closeness of a naked
man, demanding to be fed, to be stoked and reamed into submission with
animal frenzy.  Her steaming cunt knew nothing of civilized society and
wanted to know even less.  It was in need and it wanted a hard cock to
stretch it and pound away in it.  Nothing else would do.  It would settle
for nothing less than a rampant dick plumbing the depths of her passion.

   She was breathing heavily through her open mouth, following the summons
from her fiery cunt, as she let her gentle fingers travel to the silken
short hairs surrounding the wide base of his shaft; then finally to the
delightful hanging member itself, hefting the smooth length in her small
palm with almost ceremonial rite, attaching godlike and blessed powers to
his growing manhood, weighing it and fondling it with absolute respect and
awe in response to the echoing drums of ancient necessity far deep in the
lust-filled cortex of her fevered brain.

   So smooth, so long, so very mine, she thought wonderingly, passionately,
beginning to milk the one-eyed beast in her fingers, willing it to life
with the silent pleading of ages past, praying with all her heart that his
root would stir, would wake and ravage her simmering cauldron of fiery
desires, awake and drill the flaming rebellious sheath of her existence.

   Bobby came awake slowly, adjusting his fuzzy mind to the pleasurable
warmth of her body next to his and the slow sensual stroking of his prick.
He breathed in the heady scent of jasmine as he moved further into the
soft, yielding flesh of her bosom.

   "Ummmm ...  Good morning," he murmured, bringing a hand to a weighty
breast and directing the hard little nipple into his mouth.

   "Good morning, Mr.  Fender," she said brightly, glad he was awake and
feeling life surge into his powerful rod.  "I trust you slept well."

   "Never better." He moved his hand to her thigh then back up to her hip
and over her smooth, taut belly.  "Yes.  You're still nice and slippery
from last night," he noted happily, letting his fingers dally in the furry
pelt at the apex of her womanhood, feeling her pouting softness warm to his
gentle touch.

   His hard cock burned her hand and her cunt buzzed excitedly beneath his
teasing fingers, arousing her desire to fever pitch as he suckled at her
breast with tender loving lips, delighting her with myriad sensations that
raced and tingled along the open and eager passages of her aroused body.

   "Dear Mr.  Fender, what are you going to do with this big thing?" she
asked cutely, trying to keep her voice steady as she squeezed his big hard
prick back and forth.

   "I'll show you what I'm going to do with it!" he growled playfully,
rolling her onto her back and lying between her wide welcoming thighs.

   "Show me!  Show me!" she giggled, bringing her heels up to her ass and
opening herself fully for him.  "I love to be shown things in the morning!"


   "God," he marveled slowly, holding himself on his elbows over her and
looking down at her softly contoured breasts so proud and inviting. 
"You're fantastic, baby," he told her, plucking a ripe nipple into his
mouth and laving the erect nub with his tongue for a brief moment, then
doing the other in the same fashion; mouthing it softly between his lips as
he whipped it to a growing hotness.  "Goddamn!  I enjoy you more each time
I have you!"

   "Put that big thing in me, Bobby," she breathed, placing her hands at
his sides and urging him forward.  "I want to feel your hard cock in me! 
Fill me with your manhood, Bobby," she pleaded.  "Let me show you how good
I can be to you.  Please."

   "I'm going to get into that tight little cunt of yours," he promised
her. "But not until I have kissed you good morning!"

   She darted her tongue urgently across her lips and prepared to meet his
mouth with a eager passion.  "Yes.  Kiss me, Bobby.  Treat me nice as you
love me with your long prick."

   He smiled at her, not moving, looking into her expectant eyes for long
seconds, feeling her squirming her smooth ass under him in search of his
cock, wanting it in her now!

   But instead of meeting her mouth in lustful union he suddenly pulled up
her knees and held them firmly against her breasts, opening her delicious
crack to his greedy hungry eyes, seeing where her wide pussy lips started
in the light brown curls at the top of her tantalizing triangle.

   "Oh!" she gushed in surprise.  "Bobby!"

   "Shhhh," he soothed, studying her glistening pink labia with solemn
authority, seeing both her exciting holes in the soft expanse of trembling
white flesh, eager open holes and his for the taking.

   She gasped incredulously, her suddenly exposed clitoris throbbing wildly
in the soft folds of her cunt as he pushed her knees further apart against
her still tingling tits, forcing her to open herself completely and fully,
made her show every wrinkle, every loving inch of her gaping holes.

   "Please fuck me, Bobby," she whined desperately, beginning to roll her
bottom in passionate frenzy, frantically mindless of all concerns but the
long hard cock she saw standing rigidly erect only inches from her wildly
clamoring cunt.

   Then suddenly he was full on her open cunt in a frightful, unexpected
rush, pressing his face hard against her flaming crack!

   "Oh my God!" she gasped, holding absolutely still under his assault,
fearful at his savage attack of her defenseless pussy.  "Bobby!  God!" she
wailed a moment later as his searching mouth opened wide on her exposed
cunt, feeling her whole screaming pussy covered with his twisting lips. 
"JESUS!  MOTHER OF GOD!  BOBBY!  SHOVE YOUR TONGUE INTO MY ACHING SLIT!"

   Bobby mouthed her for a few moments longer, then reared back on his
knees and made an elaborate show of dragging his forearm across his mouth.
"Now that, my dear," he boasted lovingly, "is my idea of a morning kiss!"

   "Oh, God!" she smiled wonderingly, keeping her knees tightly against her
chest.  "You can kiss me like that every morning!?  She waved her
fingertips at him in open invitation.  "Now come to mommy and she will make
you feel very good."

   He moved eagerly to her wide cunt and nudged his broad cockhead against
the pouting lips, sliding the tip up and down along the heavenly slit.

   "Put that big cock in my pussy.  Please Bobby," she sighed hornily,
staring at his rigid manhood.  "Push it all the way into me!"

   "You fantastic little bitch," he said tightly, holding his throbbing
prick poised at the entrance to her honey pot.  "I am going to slow-stroke
your pretty little pussy!  I'm going to just fuck you nice and easy until I
come deep in your sweet belly!"

   "Anything, Bobby!  You can fuck me any way you want!  I want you to come
deeply in my belly!  Put your cock in my pussy and come in me, Bobby! 
Shoot your hot cum far deep in my belly!  I love when you fill my cunt with
your cum!"

   He slid his cockhead into the soft entrance, marveling at the heat in
her right box.  "You're hot, Baby!  Your pussy is scalding my hard cock!"

   "Yes!  Let me scald you!  I want it all in my hot box!  Shove all your
cock in my burning pussy!"

   He slowly moved over her, keeping just the knob of his manhood in her
fiery quim, teasing her and making her plead for it, beg for the eight
inches of his tool as he cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look
directly up into his eyes, torturing her divinely.

   "Please, Bobby!" she begged piteously, squirming her ass and pulling at
his hips, trying to get his hard prick into her frenzied pussy.  "I'LL DO
ANYTHING YOU WANT!  BUT GIVE ME YOUR HARD COCK!  I'LL FUCK AND SUCK ANYWAY
YOU WANT!  ANYONE YOU WANT!  I'LL CLOSE DEALS FOR YOU!  I'LL WHORE!  I'LL
PROSTITUTE!" she shrilled helplessly, totally consumed with her lust. 
"ANYTHING!  BOBBY!"

   He smiled with dominating power as her sex crazed eyes rolled and
gleamed, beseeching him shamelessly for his proud cock.

   "PLEASE!  BOBBY!  GIMMEE!  FUCK ME!  PUSH-"

   He silenced her with his mouth, covering hers and darting his tongue
between her moist lips as he slid his cock all the way into her quivering
furnace with one long unending stroke.

   "Ummm!  God!  Yes!" she groaned beautifully, grinding her thankful pussy
around the broad base of his cock.  "UMMMMMMMMMM!  MINE!  ALL OF IT!  EVERY
INCH!  I HAVE IT ALL IN ME!  GOD!  I FEEL IT!  ITS HARD!  SOOO NICE!  ALL!
EVERY LOVELY HARD INCH IN MY TIGHT CUNT!" she continued to groan in
frenzied gratitude as fireworks exploded violently around the hard knob
deep in her belly.

   "Put your legs down!" he told her shrilly, and when she had lowered her
feet to the bed he quickly straddled her and pressed her warm thighs
together with his legs, squeezing her hot pussy around his fully embedded
prick.  "Lie there!" he ordered.  "LIE THERE AND GET FUCKED BY ME!"

   "YES, BOBBY!  ANYTHING!  ANYTHING YOU SAY, DARLING!" she wailed
unstoppably, needing his big cock in her pounding cunt.  "I'LL DO
ANYTHING!" she promised hysterically as she writhed and squirmed under him,
feeling his hard cock head filling her trembling vagina.

   "Shut up!" he ordered sternly.  "JUST LIE THERE!  DON'T SAY A WORD!" He
squeezed her legs tightly between his.  "PUT YOUR HANDS AT YOUR SIDES! 
NOW! ...  THAT'S IT," he breathed hotly.  "LAY THERE AT ATTENTION!  DON'T
MOVE A MUSCLE!  I WANT THIS ALL FOR MYSELF!"

   She nodded her obedience frantically, laying stiffly under him and not
uttering a sound, doing exactly what he wanted as she clamped her eyes
tightly shut and gave herself up to him completely, feeling his broad cock
head begin to piston in and out of her trembling pussy, filling her
beautifully with hard cock.  Her mind raced as she remained absolutely
motionless, tightening her quivering thighs as the smooth shaft of his
prick slid ecstatically over her clitoris on its way into her, burning the
nub of her sex with unbelievable silken pressure as he slowly full-stroked
her again and again, forcefully rubbing the pulsating shaft along her clit
with agonizing slowness, fanning the flames of her passion and readying the
rockets of spinning orgasm deep in her heaving belly.

   "You're a beautiful piece of ass!" Bobby ground but between tightly
clenched teeth, still pistoning his hard prick in and out of the very still
Paulette.  He liked her like this.  He loved her like this!  Stiff and
rigid and obedient under him, trembling visibly with expectation of gushing
orgasm.

   "You're a marvelous-GREAT!-piece of ass!" His raging cock throbbed at
her strict obedience, her all-consuming desire to please him, do anything
for him.  And with his climax boiling steadily higher in his balls he
flaunted his power over her, slow-stroking her with deliberate relish as he
looked down into her blissful face, seeing her full lips pressed tightly
together in complete concentration on the fiery dagger piercing her perfect
pussy.

   "Talk to me!" he ordered, increasing the tempo of his stroking.  "Tell
me you love my cock!"

   "GOD!  I LOVE IT!  I LOVE IT!  I LOVE IT!  I LOVE YOUR COCK!  YOUR
BALLS! I LOVE HAVING YOU IN ME!  OH GOD!" she wailed, tossing her head from
side to side in frustration, knowing a few quick fiery strokes of his
punishing cock would burst the dam of her cramped orgasm.  "OH PLEASE! 
BOBBY!  I'LL BE GOOD!  I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!  PLEASE!  MAKE ME COME
WITH YOU!  MAKE ME COME ALL OVER YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK!"

   Just the sincerity of her frenzied pleading as she obediently kept her
legs tightly closed and her arms clamped to her sides as a frustrated
orgasm etched itself in her straining pretty features, coloring her cheeks
and flaring her tiny nostrils, made him a king, a dictator of her passion.
It flogged at the building climax boiling in his balls as he stroked her,
torturing her and himself with wonderful painful delay, dangling their
orgasms before them and keeping them at the edge of climax for long
delicious minutes.

   "BOBBY!  JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!  YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING!  YOUR SWEET
PRICK IS MY GOD!  MY SAVIOR!  MY ROYAL WONDERFUL DICTATOR!  PLEASE, BOBBY!
FIRE YOUR SPUNK INTO ME!  I'M DYING!  PLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!"

   At her frenzied words his orgasm ripped through his prick.

   Her words!  Her frantic pleading!  Her tight hot cunt gripping his
torrid cock slashed away his last reserves and he plowed wildly into her.

   "GRAB ME!  HOLD ME!  KISS MY CHEST!  YOU FANTASTIC ANIMAL YOU!  I'M
GOING TO COME IN YOU!"

   "GOD, YES!  YES!" she cried, taking him in her arms and speeding little
kisses of oblivious passion across his chest.  "MY GOD, YES!  FUCK ME! 
HURT ME!  KILL ME!  TEAR MY POOR CUNT APART!  BOBBBYYY!  BOBBBBBBEEEEE! 
I'M COMMMMMMMING!  I'M COMMMMMING ON YOUUUUUUUUU!"

   "TAKE IT!" he roared, straining to smash every inch into her shaking
cunt as his gushing jism launched itself through his hard prick and fired
orgasmic rocket after orgasmic rocket into her churning cleft.  "I'M
COMMMMING IN YOUUUU!  IN YOUR BELLLLLYYYY!" he screamed beserkly,
slam-stroking her cringing pussy.

   "JESUS!  MOTHER OF GOD!  BOBBY!" she wailed wildly in the throes of
multiple orgasm.  Her mind, her body, her creaming cunt, exploding and
re-exploding with each burst of white hot cum Bobby pumped into her soaring
cunt.

   "CUMMMMMM!  I WANT MORE CUM IN ME!  BATHE ME!  DRENCH ME!  GOD!  YES! 
SHOOT IT INTO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

   * * *

   "Goddamn, I hate to go," Bobby said through the window of his sports
car. "But one of the bosses has to be at the office, huh?" He smiled his
meaning at her.  "And who knows, maybe now with my new assistant"-he winked
at her-"I can take life a little easier."

   "Thank you, Bobby," she gushed excitedly, seeing the stormy world of her
youth come together storybook-fashion.  "Thank you again."

   "You deserve it, babe," he told her, pulling the car into first gear. 
He revved the engine and smiled at her.  "Be on time for work tomorrow
because I just might have a hard problem for you to handle."

   "Oh, you," she laughed, slapping his arm playfully.  "You're always
teasing me."

   "I'll see you tomorrow, MISS EXECUTIVE!"
   THE END