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 BEE-3071

   Full-Bodied Babe By Lane Novak
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   She Wants It Now

   She sank down to the carpeted floor and pulled him down on top of her.
He ran his hands over her breasts, but he didn't bother to take the time to
unbutton her dress and expose them.  She spread her firm, tan thighs
wide-apart, inviting him to enter her silken-haired cunt.  His cock
penetrated her, sending an unmerciful amount of stimulation directly to the
very core of her.  Her cunt tightened around his cock ...  she was in for
one hell of a fuck and she knew it!

   Chapter One

   "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the disembodied voice of the M.C.
announced in the darkness, "and welcome to Club Cato.  Tonight, we are
pleased to introduce five young ladies with a bad reputation.  Will you
please welcome the hottest band the law will allow-Babe!"

   Applause, hoots, hollers and whistles greeted the five shapely
silhouettes that appeared on stage.  Suddenly, a red spotlight illuminated
a glimmering electric guitar that erupted in a blaze of hard rock music. 
The deafening intro was followed by the rumble of a bass drum thumping out
the beat.  Then came the vibrations of a bass line and the bluesy refrain
of a sassy keyboard, each musician commanding her own spotlight.

   Finally, a hot white light caught the image of the lead singer, a
statuesque redhead in a skin- tight black leotard and high-heeled leather
boots.' Caressing the microphone between her breasts and running her wet
pink tongue over her dark red lips, she flung herself into the song:

   "Never had to worry, never had to cry, Never needed anyone to keep me
satisfied.  It don't take much to find a boy willing to be true, But I want
more than tenderness and I've got my eye on you.

   A hard man is good to find, Show me yours and I'll show you mine.  In
any place, at any time, a hard man is good to find.  "

   Offstage, lingering in the shadows, Mike Murphy puffed on a fat cigar
and watched as Babe McKay, the lead singer, held the audience enthralled.
As owner of the club, Murphy had been skeptical about booking an all-girl
band, but apparently it had been a wise decision in more ways than one. 
Initially, Murphy had no intention of hiring the group, but Babe promised
him that if he allowed them to take the stage tonight she would personally
demonstrate her gratitude in the privacy of his office after the show.

   Now, as Babe seduced her audience in a torrid spotlight, Murphy explored
her body with his leering eyes.  Her voice was raw and sultry, her
movements sensuously serpentine.  She was using the microphone stand as a
phallic symbol, grinding and pumping her pelvis against its long, hard
shaft, thrusting her full, firm breasts and wiggling her shapely ass.  The
bitch was hot and Murphy couldn't wait to sink his throbbing prick deep
into her juicy slit.

   "Don't want a man who's gentle, Don't want a man who begs, I see you've
got potential by the bulge between your legs.

   "So take me in your lovin' arms and let me feel the heat.

   We'll rock and roll the night away and never miss a beat.

   A hard man is good to find,

   Show me yours and I'll show you mine.  In any place, at any time, a hard
man is good to find.  "

   At the end of their song, the group received a tumultuous ovation.  It
took a few minutes for the noise to die down and when it did, Babe
addressed the audience.  "Thank you, thank you.  How's everybody feeling
tonight?" she asked.

   The crowd hollered back any number of responses, some of them profane.

   "Sounds good to me," Babe laughed.  "Before we continue, I'd just like
to introduce the band.  On guitar . . ." She pointed to the attractive
strawberry blonde to her right Kiki James!  On bass . . ." She motioned to
the raven-haired fox to her left.  " . . .  Suzy Simmons!  On keyboard . .
." She turned to the sleek, black beauty behind Kiki.  ". . .  Julie Paris.
And on drums . . ." She smiled at the cute, moptop brunette behind her
Candy Collins!"

   "What's your name, darlin'," someone shouted out.

   "Elizabeth Maryann McKay," she shot back.  "But you can call me Babe."

   Buoyed by the cheers of the crowd, the band launched its next number and
as Babe belted out the lyrics to "Anyway You Want Me," Mike Murphy retired
to his office to eagerly await his grateful employee.

   After their set, the girls adjourned to their dressing room and
celebrated with a bottle of domestic champagne.

   "I don't even like champagne," Candy giggled as Babe popped the cork and
poured the overflowing bubbly into five paper cups.

   "It's the thought that counts," Suzy maintained.

   "Right," Babe agreed, serving each of them, except Kiki who preferred a
swig straight from the bottle.  "We were great tonight and we deserve to
toast ourselves."

   "May I?" asked Julie, raising her cup.  "To Babe, the best girl band . .
.  make that the best band in rock and roll history.  Tonight, Club Cato.
Tomorrow, the Hollywood Bowl!"

   They all drank to that.  Then Babe put her cup down and excused herself.


   "Where are you going, party pooper?" asked Kiki.

   "I have to see Mr.  Murphy about extending our engagement."

   "Hey, give him our thanks for booking us into the Club," Candy
suggested.

   "Don't worry," winked Babe.  "I will."

   She found the door to Murphy's office wide open.  He was sitting behind
his desk, signing papers, oblivious to her arrival.  She waited a moment,
then cleared her throat.

   Murphy looked up and smiled.  "Come in," he said, gathering his papers
and putting them aside.

   "Shall I lock the door?" asked Babe.

   "Yes ...  we don't want to be disturbed."

   Babe nonchalantly closed the door and turned the latch, then wandered
toward the desk.  "Well, now . . ." she sighed in a soft, playful voice. 
"How can I ever show my gratitude for letting us play here tonight?"

   With a smirk Murphy replied, "You can start by playing with this." He
leaned back in his chair, unzipped his fly and released his swollen member
from his pants.  His cock stood firm and high, eager to be pleased.

   Surprised by his bluntness, but nonetheless titillated, Babe obediently
knelt at his feet and reached for his towering tool.  Her fingers gently
caressed his throbbing penis, stroking its hard yet tender shaft.

   Then, while watching his eyes, she leaned forward and pressed her lips
against the bulbous crown of his bulging manhood.  A drop of semen formed
at its tip and Babe licked it with her wet, pink tongue.  Murphy took a
deep breath as she lusciously lapped his taut stem, sliding and twirling
her drooling tongue until his cock was thoroughly drenched.

   Next, she wrapped her juicy lips around the hearty head of his raw meat
and plunged down, absorbing its full length.  Murphy moaned as she
succulently devoured his wad.  Her tight lips slid up and down his flesh
pole in long, leisurely strokes.  She sucked him so intensely that Murphy
closed his eyes and began to writhe, placing one hand on her head while he
pumped his prick up and into her submissive mouth.

   "Oh-h-h!  Yeah!" he gasped, caressing Babe's face as her head bobbed
slowly up and down.  "Suck me, Babe!  Gimme that good head!"

   Happy to oblige, Babe yanked his rod with her slippery lips, whittling
his dick for all it was worth.  Murphy's ecstasy was unbearable, yet he
struggled to sustain his pleasure.  It was the best damn blow-job any woman
had given him and he wanted it to last.  But then he realized that she had
so much more to offer.  So before he allowed himself to come in her mouth,
Murphy withdrew his cock, closed his legs and forced Babe to sit straddling
his lap.

   He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled down her leotard. 
Babe's big breasts popped out, her pert pink nipples pointing in his face.
The elastic garment was left clinging to her elbows, binding her arms to
her sides, leaving her defenseless as he ravaged her tantalizing tits with
his hands and mouth.  Babe shivered as he cupped and squeezed her full,
firm mammaries, his fingers pinching and tugging on her throbbing nipples
until they were hard and erect.  While Murphy juggled her jugs, Babe
squirmed on his lap, squeezing his cock between her thighs.

   "O-o-o!" Babe shuddered, "you're getting me hot!"

   Murphy responded by pressing her breasts together and flicking his
tongue from one nipple to the other.

   Babe threw back her -head, let her curly mane of red hair dangle and
groaned with delicious delight.  A stain appeared in the crotch of.  her
leotard as Murphy's intimate stimulation set her love juices flowing.  As
he sucked her tits, one at a time, he stripped her to the waist, freeing
her long slender arms which wrapped themselves around his neck and pressed
him closer to her bosom.

   Murphy ran his tongue up Babe's long, delicate neck and nibbled on her
ear.  "Oh, Babe!  You're good enough to eat!" he said with convincing
passion.

   "Then what are you waiting for?" she lustfully replied.

   They undressed each other as quickly as possible.  Then Babe leaned back
against the edge of his desk and spread her legs apart.  Murphy fell to his
knees, as if in adoration of her exquisite body, his mouth watering at the
sight of the sparse, red pubic hair shrouding her wet, pink, gaping gash.
Placing his hands on her creamy white thighs, he leaned forward for a taste
of her scrumptious snatch, parting her tender rose petals with his lips and
sliding his tongue along the moist crack of her cunt.

   "M-m-m . . .  Sweeter than honey," he remarked, savoring her warm
nectar.

   Babe quivered to his touch as Murphy probed her inner recesses and
tantalized her excitable clit.  "Eat me!" she begged.  "Suck my juicy
pussy!"

   Murphy's tongue proved to be an experienced and nimble tool.  He flicked
it, twirled it, twisted and flapped it up and down, in and out, drenching
his face in her cream, teasing and pleasing his demanding mistress.  In no
time at all, he had her grinding her hips and clawing his back, a bitch in
heat if ever he ate one.

   Just when it seemed that Babe was about to come, Murphy stood up and
swiftly impaled her cunt with his firm phallus.  She gasped as he forced
his hard cock deep into her hot, horny love hole, penetrating her until his
balls were flushed against her slit.

   "Unh!" he grunted.  "Just the way I like pussy-tight as a fist and
simmering like hot gravy!"

   "Oh-h!  Drive it home!" cried Babe.  "Fuck me good and hard!" She
reclined on the desk, lifted her legs and wrapped them around his bulging
waist.

   Murphy planted the palms of his hands on Babe's buxom boobs and began
humping her in long, slow strokes.  His broad hips swiveled and slid back
and forth, driving his dick deep into Babe's gaping gash, sparking her
ecstasy with the friction of hard flesh surging within her.  As his potent
prong plowed her throbbing pussy, Murphy massaged Babe's bountiful breasts
and yanked her bullet-shaped nipples.  The combination of pain and
pleasure, titillation and tenderness, made her whimper like a puppy. 
Engulfed in a tide of desperate desire, she clawed his ribs with her
fingernails and entwined her long, shapely legs like serpents around his
flexing buttocks.

   Relishing his conquest, Murphy prodded he with his prick faster and
faster, the momentum of his thrusts calculated to raise their torrid
passion to a fever pitch.  Again and again, his spear pierced the creamy
lips of her scintillating slit and plunged to the core to her hungry cunt
which greedily accommodated every inch of his manhood.  Murphy had fucked
many an aspiring performer, but this one definitely had star quality.

   Babe, too, was enjoying the ride.  As far as she was concerned, nothing,
not even rock and roll, was better than sex.  And if putting out for a club
owner meant landing a job, so much the better.  If she had to fuck her way
to the top of the heap, she was going to love every minute of it.

   Impetuously, she unwrapped her legs, hoisted them high and rested her
ankles on Murphy's brawny shoulders.  Her maneuver enabled him to delve
even deeper into her tantalizing twat while running his hands over all her
riveted body, raking her breasts, clutching her waist, stroking her smooth,
shapely thighs as they pressed against her belly.  Lecherously gloating,
Murphy clutched her calves against his bare chest and vigorously churned
his raw cock in and out of her luscious love box.

   "Oh-h-h!  Ah-h-h!" Babe moaned incessantly, writhing between him,
squeezing her own breasts in delirious ecstasy as Murphy's muscle of lust
savagely skewered her succulent sweatmeat.  "Don't stop!  Gimme all you've
got!  Oh-h-h!  I want your hot cock!  Yeah!  Oh-h-h!"

   "Don't worry, Babe," he assured her with lascivious glee.  "I haven't
even begun to fuck you!  Now roll over on your belly and spread your legs!"


   Murphy momentarily withdrew his jutting joystick and Babe obediently
turned over on his desk, setting her legs wide apart.  Lifting and
separating the firm cheeks of her beautiful buttocks, he guided his trusty
tool back into the gratifying grip of her juicy crack.  Then, clutching her
hips, Murphy rammed his rod full speed ahead.  Babe flinched, then wept
with rapture as he gored her throbbing pleasure pit.

   "Ah-h!  Ah-h!  Ah-h!" he gasped, slamming his belly against her ass,
grinding his meat in he; snug, saucy slot.  His groaning and grunting
punctuated each jab of his relentless cock, which demanded more and more
and more of her slick, submissive squeezebox.

   Squealing and squirming to the perpetual prodding of his prick, Babe
propped herself up on her hands, allowing Murphy to fondle her dangling
tits.  His rough, greedy hands grappled with her ripe melons and tugged on
her taut nipples as he shoved his glistening shaft in and out of her
yawning orifice.

   "Sing for me," Murphy suddenly demanded.

   Babe glanced over her shoulder.  "Huh?"

   "That dirty little song of yours.  The one you opened the show with
tonight.  Sing it to be, Babe.  Let me hear that chorus again."

   "A hard man ...  is good to find, "she breathlessly crooned to the tempo
of Murphy's persistant penetration.  "Show me yours ...  and I'll ...  show
you mine.  Oh-h!  In anyplace ...  at any ...  time. ..  a hard man . . .
is good to find. ..  "

   "Again!" he commanded, taking Babe's curly red mane in both fists and
pulled her head back.

   While she sang, Murphy slowed the pace of his copulating cock.  Every
inch of his throbbing love muscle slithered back and forth, in and out of
her torrid twat, fanning the flames of passion, guiding her slowly but
surely to the brink of ultimate ecstasy.  With their mutual satisfaction in
mind, Babe flexed her sugar walls to tighten her grip around his plunging
prong.  It became a duel between them, each one trying to hold out as long
as possible but determined to make the other one come first.

   "Uh-h-h-, fuck me!" Babe implored.  "Shoot your hot come into my cunt!
Come inside me!"

   "Not until I'm good and ready, honey!" he replied.  "Better brace
yourself because I'm heading into the homestretch!  Here comes some furious
fucking!" Murphy drilled her like a jackhammer, his darting dick running
her sex socket ragged.  The faster his blade ripped into her love nest, the
louder Babe cried out with undeniable pleasure.  "AH!  AH!  AH!" she
gasped, quivering within and without, surging toward climax.  "AH!  You
bastard!  AH!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  AH-H-H-H!"

   Just as Babe exploded with ecstasy, Murphy thrust his pleasure tool hard
and deep into her luscious pussy and came with a growl of supreme
gratification.  He withdrew his cock from Babe's red hot snatch and
anointed her battered buttocks with its spewing residue.

   He collapsed in his chair, panting like a frisky dog, semen oozing from
his petrified pecker.  Shivering in the ebbing tide of passion fulfilled,
Babe fell to her knees between his gaping thighs and orally administered to
his raw manhood.  Her lapping tongue hungrily devoured every drop of his
seeping seed and cleansed his cock from bottom to top.

   "M-m-m . . .  " she moaned, not only savoring his hot sauce but the
warm, wonderful feeling he left between her legs.

   "Damn!" Murphy exclaimed when he finally caught his breath.  "That was
the best piece of pussy I ever had!"

   "There's more where that came from," Babe promised, cuddling his
testicles with her big tits and tickling the tip of his tool with her
wicked tongue.

   Murphy grinned and stroked her cheek.  "Name your price."

   "A week's engagement."

   Murphy considered the proposition.  No one had ever played Club Cato for
a whole week, especially not a girl group.  Babe was asking for quite a
lot. Then again, she had quite a lot to offer.  "Provided you make it worth
my while each and every night," he insisted.

   Babe rested her cheek against his thigh and smiled.  "You've got a
deal."

   Chapter Two

   A week later, while having coffee together in an all-night diner after
the final show, Babe and Suzy discussed the band's next move up the ladder
of success.

   "That gig at the Club Cato was a real shot in the arm," Suzy remarked,
"but where did it get us?  No club dates, no recording contracts ...  we
still don't even have a manager "

   "First of all," said Babe, "that gig got us an audience.  Call it a cult
following.  Secondly, we don't need a manager.  At least not at this point.
All a manager would do is lock us into one- night stands and sponge off ten
percent.  Leave thepromotional work to me.  Our next step is media exposure
to broaden our appeal, make everybody think they've discovered something
special."

   "And how do you propose to do that?" wondered Suzy.

   "Radio."

   Suzy looked skeptical.  "You aren't still trying to get that demo we did
played on the air, are you?"

   "WXLV, the Jay Reno Show, prime time."

   "Come on, Babe," Suzy scoffed.  "Reno won't play it.  It's too hot for
radio, AM or FM.  Every other station in the state turned us down because
the lyrics were considered suggestive.  Besides, everybody's locked into
Top Forty."

   "Reno will play it," Babe staunchly predicted.  "I can almost guarantee
it."

   Suzy narrowed her eyes suspiciously.  "Do you know something the rest of
us don't know?"

   "Just trust me, Suzy," said Babe with a mysterious smile, patting her
friend on the hand.  "And tell the girls to tune in Reno's show tomorrow
night."

   The man in the glass booth took one last drag on his cigarette, crushed
it in an ashtray and flipped a switch just as the record on the turntable
faded out.  "Hey, I like that," he told his listeners in his deepest,
mellowest broadcasting voice, a cloud of smoke billowing from his mouth. 
"That was Deep Six with their latest smash, `Show Me No Mercy.' This is
your bedroom companion, Jay Reno, gettin' cozy with ya' on WXLV, 93.3 on
your FM dial.  Comin' up, I've got a music marthon featuring The Tribe,
J.C. Tripper, Fly By Night and, by popular demand, the new single from The
Boys.  But first ...  a word from our sponsor . . ."

   While the commercial ran on tape, Reno leaned back in his swivel chair,
away from the console, and reached into his shirt pocket for another
cigarette.  He paused when he suddenly noticed the foxy-looking lady
smiling at him through the plate glass window.  He motioned her to come
inside the broadcast booth and when she opened the door, he put his finger
to his lips to caution silence.

   The commercial over, Reno cued up his first record.  "Okay," he
announced into the mouthpiece of his headset, "it's nine, seventeen.  Let's
get into a half an hour of nonstop music right here at your number one
radio station, WX ...L. ..V..."

   As soon as the song began, Reno switched off his microphone, removed his
headset and turned his attention to his attractive visitor.  She was
dressed in a sheer, pink see-through blouse sans bra, a long black skirt
that buttoned up the side, and black leather, high-heeled boots.  "Well,"
Reno grinned, eyeing her thinly-veiled breasts.  "Nice to see you again, ah
. . .  what was your name?"

   "Babe," she replied.  "Babe McKay." "Right, right.  Babe ...  what an
appropriate name."

   "I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr.  Reno," said Babe innocently.

   "Call me Jay," he insisted.

   Babe flashed a friendly smile.  "Tell me, Jay, did you get a chance to
listen to the demo I gave you."

   "The demo?"

   "'I Want It And I Want It Now.'"

   Reno stared at her with dull surprise.  "I beg your pardon?"

   "The name of the song," Babe elaborated.  "Oh!  Oh, yeah!  Yeah, I
listened to it." "Well?  What did you think of it?" asked Babe.

   "Great song.  The best thing I've heard in ages."

   "Then you'll play it on the air?"

   "Ah-h ...  I'm afraid not," said Reno.

   "Why not?"

   "It's a little too . . .  passionate for radio," Reno explained.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, the lyrics are pretty explicit."

   "Explicit?"

   "I've got the FCC, the PMRC and all the sponsors to worry about," he
claimed.  "They'd throw a fit if I played something that raw on the air."

   "Oh, come on," Babe scoffed.  "The lyrics are well within the boundaries
of local standards.  It's just a matter of interpretation.  Sure, there are
plenty of double entendres, but all the great rock songs have them."

   "Yeah, well ...  I'm afraid I left your demo at home," said Reno,
grasping for excuses.

   "That's okay," Babe replied, reaching into her handbag.  "I have another
copy right here."

   "You're certainly a determined young woman, aren't you?" Reno remarked,
accepting the record.

   "Very.  "

   "Look, I wish I could bend the rules for you, but..."

   "I'll make it worth your while," Babe offered.

   Reno raised his hands.  "Hey ...  I don't take payola."

   "Of course you don't.  I was thinking of something of a more .... 
intimate nature."

   Her proposition piqued Reno's interest.  "Oh?  Where and when?"

   "Here and now," she boldly suggested.  "In the booth?"

   "Off mike.  While you play the record.  We are alone, aren't we?"

   "Yes, but . . ."

   "You only have to play it once." "Only once?"

   "Unless, of course, you're flooded with requests for an encore."

   "Which is unlikely."

   Babe shrugged.  "You never know.  What do you say?  Is it a deal?"

   Reno scrutinized her breasts through the sheer blouse.  "You won't
breathe a word of it, will you?"

   "Not a single soul," Babe promised, crossing her heart.

   Reno swallowed hard.  The record on the air was fading out.  He clicked
on his mike.  "We interrupt this music marathon," he announced, "to bring
you a special recording we just got our hands on.  It's a single by a local
band that calls itself Babe.  I think you're going to enjoy this.  It's
called, `I Want It And I Want It Now.' A world premiere, right here, on the
place to be . .

   WXLV..."

   As Candy's spirited drumbeat began to pound over the airwaves, followed
by Suzy's bass and Kiki's guitar, Babe sashayed toward the accommodating
disk jockey.  "I think you're going to enjoy this," she predicted with a
sultry smile.

   Reno sat up straight in his chair and Babe slid onto his lap.  "I'm a
present," she said.  "Unwrap me."

   "I want it ...  and I want it now. ..  " went the song.  "I need it ...
got to get it somehow. ..  "

   While the record was spinning, Reno was slowly stripping her.  He
started by unbuttoning her blouse and sliding his hands inside to cup her
full, firm breasts.  Babe's nipples automatically sprouted at the mere
touch of his skin, protruding through his fingers as he gently massaged her
tits.  He lifted her boobs to his lips and swabbed her jutting pink buttons
with his nimble tongue.  Instantly tantalized, Babe bit her lip and cradled
his head in her bosom.

   As Reno lusciously sucked her tits, he began unfastening the skirt,
peeling away the garment that cloaked her shapely legs.  He was pleased to
discover that she wore nothing beneath the skirt but a black garter belt
and sheer nylon stockings.  He ran his hand over her soft and silky thighs,
then stroked her fluffy bush before plunging his middle finger deep into
her warm, moist slit.

   Babe gasped as he tugged on her nipples with his lips and probed her
tight tunnel with his stiff finger.  Babe squirmed as Reno intimately
penetrated her.  With a shrug her blouse slid down her arms and fell to the
floor.  She then set about the task of undressing Reno.  She unbuttoned his
shirt and raked his hairy chest with her fingernails, sending chills
through his body.  Reno retaliated by rubbing her clit with his thumb while
his middle finger continued to pump in and out of her saucy slot.  Babe
whimpered with pleasure and tried to close her legs, but Reno's hands
remained firmly wedged in her crotch, stirring her love juices and
inflaming her passion.

   She pressed her lips against his chest and began licking his
thickly-matted flesh.  Reno relented his grip on her pussy, allowing her to
slide off his lap and kneel between his legs.

   Babe's tongue wandered down to his belly as she hastily unbuckled his
belt and unzipped his fly.

   Reno rose to his feet and let his pants fall to his knees.  His briefs
barely concealed his bulging cock which Babe gently stroked and squeezed.
Finally, she tugged down his underwear and Reno's rigid rod sprang like a
switchblade in her face.

   Extending her long, wet tongue, Babe tenderly tickled his testicles. 
Reno's dick throbbed with anticipation, flexing uncontrollably as she toyed
with his dangling balls.  Then, as she caressed his trembling thighs with
her soft hands, Babe lusciously lapped his looming lance, sliding her
drooling, pink tongue up and down his shaft and twirling the tip around its
plump head.

   Then, while Reno held her head between his hands, Babe proceeded to give
the DJ a BJ, feasting on his firm phallus while the record provided a
suitable soundtrack for their lustful interlude: "Don't care where it comes
from, As long as there's enough, I got a sweet tooth, baby, For you candy
cane of love.

   I said, I want it ...  and I want it now,I need it ...  gotta get it
somehow.  "

   While Reno forced his passion pole down Babe's throat, she held his
flexing buttocks in her hands and clawed his ass with her fingernails. 
"Ah-h-h..." he moaned as his hips rocked back and forth, driving his slick
dick in and out of her sucking mouth.  Every so often he'd roll his rod
around and around her tongue, grinding his crotch into her submissive face,
then piercing her tight lips to shove his shaft deeper into her gulping
gullet.  "Suck it, baby!" he gleefully commanded.  "Suck my big dick!  Mmm!
Yeah!"

   Babe swayed her head back and forth, devouring every inch of his jutting
manhood, immersing his taut tool in the warm, wet orifice that was her
mouth.  She sucked him slowly, she sucked him fast, she sucked him deeper
and harder than anyone had ever sucked him before.

   But just when Reno was getting ready to fire his hot pistol, he heard
the record fading out.  "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, reluctantly withdrawing
his cock and stumbling to the console.  Thinking fast, he jammed a tape
into a slot and pressed a button.

   "Instant repla-a-a-a-y-y-y . . ." belched a robot-like voice and Reno
played the record again from the very beginning.

   "There now," he smiled, lifting one leg at a time to remove his pants.
He turned to Babe.

   "Where were we?"

   She stood up and walked over to the console.  Then she hopped onto
Reno's desk and spread her stockinged legs.  "I have a request for my DJ,"
she said with a playful grin.

   "What's it called?" Reno chuckled.

   "Fuck me," she replied.

   Reno glanced at her inviting cunt, then muttered slyly, "I'll try to fit
it in."

   As Reno stepped between her parted thighs, Babe guided his stiff prick
between the moist, pink lips of her throbbing pussy.  Once he had
penetrated her narrow slit, Reno plunged his prong deep into her tight,
tantalizing twat.  Babe wrapped her legs around his waist to absorb the
full magnitude of his magnificent manhood.

   Overwhelmed with passion, Reno grasped the cheeks of her ass and lifted
Babe off the desk.  Impaled on his long lance, she clung to his neck as he
bounced her up and down, fucking her in mid-air.  Babe wailed with delight
as she rode his greasy pole, lunging up and sliding down again and again.

   Then Reno set her down on a narrow ledge against a plate of glass
between the broadcast booth and an outside corridor.  As Reno skewered
Babe's saturated snatch, her bare back and buttocks pressed against the
thick, transparent pane.  He kept slamming into her to the driving beat of
the record: "You've got the kind of muscle I've been longing for, When you
put it to me boy, It makes me beg for more.  I want it ...  and I want it
now, I need it ...  gotta get it somehow ...  "

   As Reno was ramming his tool into Babe's juicy crack, his replacement,
"Slim," Jim Joplin walked into the station earlier than usual.  He was
walking down the hall past the broadcast booth and happened to glance at
the window.  He did a double-take and stopped dead in his tracks.  He gaped
at the naked woman who didn't notice him because her back was turned and he
waved until he caught Reno's attention.

   Without missing a stroke, Reno gave him a thumbs up sign and went right
on fucking Babe.  Rather than leave, Joplin stood there and watched,
intrigued and aroused.  Finally, Reno withdrew from Babe's hot box and
forced her to turn around.  Kneeling on the ledge with the front of her
body pressed against the glass, Babe shuddered with ecstasy as Reno
penetrated her pussy from behind.  Moments later, with her favorite DJ
prodding her succulent socket with his riveting prick, Babe opened her eyes
and was startled to see "Slim" Jim standing right before her.  But instead
of covering herself or running away in shame, Babe found herself curiously
titillated.  She decided to incorporate Joplin in a most unusual menage a
trois.  Babe pressed her tits against the glass and beckoned him forward.

   At first, Joplin merely gazed at her in astonishment.  His voyeurism
aroused Babe even more.  Judging by the enormous bulge in his pants, he was
equally tantalized by the situation.  Timidly, he reached out and touched
the spot on the glass where Babe's right nipple rested.  He traced circles
around her flaming red areolas and flattened his palms to cover her boobs.

   Babe licked the glass with her tongue, encouraging Joplin to move
closer. They pressed their lips against the glass as if to kiss and placed
the tips of their tongues at the same spot.  Then Joplin bent down to lick
her breasts, never actually touching her flesh, but thrilling Babe and
himself just the same.  He wandered lower and lower, until he was on his
knees, lapping the glass where Babe seemed to press her crotch against his
face.  He got a close-up view of Reno's cock as it pumped itself in and out
of her gaping pussy.  Horny as all hell, Joplin straightened up, unbuckled
his belt and dropped his pants.

   Babe's eyes widened with admiration as Joplin's enormous organ rose like
a drawbridge.  She bent down, thrusting her rump against Reno's hairy belly
and sliding her cunt all the way down his embedded shaft.  Joplin pressed
his cock against the windowpane and watched as Babe ran her tongue up and
down the transparent barrier.  It appeared as if she was licking his prick.
In fact, Joplin could almost feel it.  He groaned ecstatically as Babe's
lapping tongue squeaked against the glass.

   Spurred on by this kinky spectacle, Reno clutched Babe's garter straps
and screwed her hot honey pot with the speed and force of a jackhammer. 
The sound of the records's grinding guitar punctuated his savage, staccato
thrusts as he and Babe surged toward an incredible orgasm.  He plundered
her pussy with all the power he possessed, jabbing and stabbing her
luscious love hole until both of them howled with pleasure.

   Just as Reno filled Babe's quivering twat with his creamy load, Joplin
ejaculated, splattering the window with his manly ooze.  The three of them
not only came together, but they came at the climax of the record.  As the
song faded out, Reno withdrew from Babe's throbbing cunt and staggered to
the console.

   "Whew!" he exclaimed on the air.  "That song," he panted, "left me ...
breathless!  Let's get back to ...  the music marathon while I ...  I
recover."

   After making the announcement and cuing the tapes, Reno turned around to
gather his clothing and was surprised to see that Babe had disappeared. 
While the disk jockey slipped into his pants, Joplin trudged into the
booth, trying to buckle his belt.

   "Where's the girl?" asked Reno.

   "Gone," said Joplin.  "She just grabbed her clothes and ran out of the
studio.  Who was she, anyway?  I wanted to thank her."

   "Just some slut trying to get a little airplay," Reno cynically replied.


   "Well, she sure knew who to turn to," Joplin remarked.

   "Look who's talking.  She got you off without putting a finger on you.
By the way, would you mind wiping that stain off the glass."

   Joplin pointed to the console.  "Hey, look.  The phone lines are all lit
up."

   Reno pressed down one of the six flashing buttons and lifted the
telephone receiver.  "Hello, WXLV ...  That last record?  It's called `I
Want It And I Want It Now' by Babe.  Sure, I'll play it again a little
later in the show.  Right."

   He pressed down another button.  "WXLV . .

   You want to hear the Babe record again?  We already played it twice . .
. Okay, okay.  We'll play it again later ...  Yeah, I promise."

   Each time Reno switched to another line, the line he had just answered
lit up again.  "WXLV ...  You want to hear `I Want It And I Want It Now'
and you want to hear it now?  Whatever you say, pal."

   The calls kept coming and every single one was a request for Babe's
record.

   "Do you believe this?" Joplin marveled.  "You've created a monster."

   "A monster hit," Reno replied.  "I've got to get a hold of that chick."

   "You already did," quipped Joplin.  "She's gonna' go a long way." "She
already has."

   Reno cast a contemptuous scowl at his colleague.  "Hey, Joplin.  Save
the puns for your own damn show."

   Chapter Three

   As usual, Cliff Henderson was late for his next appointment.  To make
amends he called his business associate from the telephone in the back seat
of his stretch limousine.  "Lew?  It's Cliff.  Sorry I'm late, but I'm
sitting in traffic."

   Sergio, the driver, glanced up at him through the rear view mirror. 
Henderson gave him a sly wink.  The limo had just pulled away from the curb
and was breezing along the city streets.

   "Yeah, I won't get there for at least another fifteen, twenty minutes,"
Henderson lamented.  "Okay.  See you then.  Bye."

   As he hung up the phone, the successful manager of the hottest rock band
in the world loosened his tie and sighed, "What a business."

   "Care to change places?" Sergio offered with a smile.

   "Not on your life," laughed Henderson.

   The limousine proceeded onto a riverfront drive where, as luck would
have it, they suddenly encountered heavy traffic that eventually slowed to
a full stop and a bumperto-bumper delay.

   "Oh, well," Henderson philosophized.  "At least I have a legitimate
excuse for being late."

   "Sorry, sir," Sergio apologized.

   "It's not your fault.  I'll just place another call to let them know
we'll be indefinitely detained." But as Henderson was reaching for the car
phone, the door to the back seat suddenly opened and in hopped an
attractive young woman in a tight, white halter top and red hotpants.  At
first, Henderson thought she was a hooker.

   "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

   "My name's Babe McKay," she pleasantly introduced herself, as if there
was nothing peculiar about her entrance.  "May I have a word with you, Mr.
Henderson?"

   "How did you know my name?"

   "I'm in the business.  I'm an admirer of your work."

   "Is that so?  How did you know where to find me?  I mean, how did you
know I happened to be in this place at this time?"

   "I followed you from your office in a taxi," Babe confessed.  "When we
got stuck in traffic, I thought it was a great opportunity to drop in on
you."

   "Oh, really?" Henderson remarked.  Angered, he turned to his chauffeur.
"Sergio!  How many times have I told you to lock the doors when we're
driving?"

   Sergio cringed and glanced at his benefactor in the rearview mirror. 
"Sorry, Mr.  Henderson.  Would you like me to get rid of her?"

   "Oh, please, Mr.  Henderson," Babe beseeched, placing her hand gently on
his thigh.  "I've gone to great lengths to meet you."

   "So you have," Henderson noted, not at all objecting to her touch.  "But
I do have an office and a phone.  Couldn't you arrange an appointment?"

   "You wouldn't have seen me," Babe scoffed.

   "That depends.  What did you want to see me about?"

   "I'm in a band and we've got this terrific demo . . .  "

   "You're right," declared Henderson, jumping to conclusions.  "I wouldn't
have seen you.  I'm not in the market for any new bands."

   "But we're hot!" Babe insisted.  "Jay Reno played our song on the air
the other night and his station received three hundred calls in one hour!
Everybody loved it!"

   "So what do you want from me?"

   "Well, for one thing, we need a manager." "Yeah, well, send a copy of
the demo to my office and I'll see if one of my colleagues will be willing
to work with you."

   "We want you," said Babe emphatically.

   "Honey," Henderson sighed, "I happen to be a little busy at the moment.
I'm planning a world tour for my top act.  Perhaps you've heard of them,"
he said sarcastically, "The Boys.  They've sold twenty million albums in
the last eighteen months, had four number one singles in a row."

   "That's the other thing I wanted to discuss with you," Babe interjected.
"I read in the trade papers that you're looking for an opening act for the
tour."

   "Don't tell me-you think your band would be perfect."

   "We would.  We're a hard-rockin', all-girl band.  We'd complement The
Boys just right."

   "Let me explain the facts of life to you, sweetie," said Henderson
condescendingly.  "All- girl bands are a novelty.  That may be sexist.  It
may be unfair.  But c'est la vie.  "

   "We're gonna' change that," vowed Babe.  "We're gonna' shatter that
perception.  We write great, we play great, we sound great and we look
great."

   "Great!" shrugged Henderson.  "Maybe you will revolutionize the
industry, but you won't revolutionize it with me."

   "Aw, come on.  Don't be so resistant,' Babe pouted, moving her hand
further up his thigh.  "Give in a little."

   Henderson looked down at her hand, then cast a shrewd glare at her
smiling face.  "Listen, honey.  If you want to take advantage of my
weakness for gorgeous chicks, that's more than okay with me.  But it's only
fair to warn you, whatever happens between us doesn't constitute a binding
agreement."

   Babe shrugged.  "Then let's just do it for the fun of it." She began
stroking his leg, arousing him.

   "Even if I were willing to ...  invest some of my valuable time to
consider you as a client, I doubt I could convince The Boys that your band
ought to be their opening act."

   "Bet I could convince them," Babe grinned.

   "Yeah, I bet you could," Henderson agreed, taking one of her breasts in
his hand.

   "Where would I find them?" Babe inquired.

   "They're sequestered at Derek's suburban estate.  They're rehearsing for
the tour.  They don't want to be disturbed.  The place is heavily guarded.
They don't even want to hear from me."

   "I find that hard to believe," Babe scoffed.  "I'm sure you could do
something on my behalf ...  especially if I do something for you."

   "You have a lot to learn, young lady," smirked Henderson.  "You can't
get ahead in this business simply by spreading your legs."

   Testing his calm, Babe placed her hand on his crotch and gave it a
gentle squeeze.

   "On the other hand," said Henderson, "it's a great way to make friends."


   "I have a feeling this is the beginning of a long, productive
friendship," Babe predicted, unzipping his fly.  As she yanked it out of
his pants, Henderson's cock swelled in her grasp.  Babe knelt between his
legs and began sliding her wet lips up and down his shaft, gliding her
mouth around and around its bulbous head before consuming the entire bulk
of his throbbing tool.

   As she sucked his dick, Henderson leaned his head back and closed his
eyes, savoring the moist warmth of her luscious mouth.  Her head bobbed
slowly, her hands meticulously unbuckling his belt and loosening his
trousers, stripping him below the waist without missing a stroke.

   When Henderson opened his eyes, he noticed Sergio watching them in the
rear view mirror.  "Hey, Serge.  Keep your eyes on the road," he suggested.


   "But we're not moving, boss," the chauffeur replied.

   He was right.  They were still stuck in bumperto-bumper traffic.  In
fact, that made things all the more interesting.  Concealed behind tinted
glass, Henderson and Babe were visible only to Sergio although surrounded
by motorists.  "Just don't get into an accident," Henderson warned.

   Sergio tipped his cap and went right on watching as Babe whittled away
on Henderson's meat whistle.

   Suddenly, she paused.  Hastily, she removed what little clothing she was
wearing and remarked, "This is gonna be good!" Then she resumed, squeezing
her tits together and wedging Henderson's cock between them.  She moved up
and down and each time his taut member prodded her chin, Babe would hang
her head and tease the tip of his prick with her drooling tongue.

   "O-o-o-o!" Henderson shuddered, pumping his pecker through her bosom. 
"You are a hot little honey!"

   "Wanna' suck my pussy?" she bluntly asked.  "I want to suck it and fuck
it," he just as crudely replied.

   Babe reclined on the seat facing Henderson's, spread her legs wide and
slid her gaping crotch toward him.  Henderson stared in awe at her tempting
pink gash, sparsely garnished with her fluffy fleece of pubic hair. 
Falling to his knees, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and lowered his
lips to her luscious slit.  He traced the tender petals of her pussy with
the tip of his tongue and tasted the bittersweet nectar of her succulent
cunt.  Then he gently licked her throbbing clitoris, sparking Babe's
desire. She moaned softly as he twirled his tongue around her lovebutton,
plunged into her hole and vigorously lapped her creamy mound.

   "Oh-h-h-h, that's so-o-o-o good!" she gasped.  "Don't let up!  Eat me!
Eat my pussy!"

   While he tamed her twat with his wicked tongue, Henderson squeezed and
teased Babe's writhing tits, taking her hard nipples between his fingertips
and tugging.  Tingling .  from the sensation, Babe placed her hands on the
back of his head and smothered his face in her juicy crack, grinding her
horny clit against his upper lip as his tongue slithered like a snake deep
into her warm, vibrant vagina.

   "Uh-h!  Uh-h!" she panted.  "That's the way I like it!  M-m-m!  Uh-h!"

   After working her into a frenzy with his wet whip of a tongue, Henderson
came up for air.

   "Oh-h, don't stop!" Babe implored.  "You know what I want and you know
where I want it!"

   "Yeah," Henderson grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You want a stiff cock and that's just what I intend to give you." He
reached down, took his dick in his hand and guided it into Babe's eager
beaver.  Her cunt was so saturated that all eight inches of Henderson's
manhood penetrated her like a hot knife slicing through butter.

   "Uh-h-h-h!" cried Babe as she absorbed his lovepole.  "A perfect fit! 
Now fuck me!  Fuck me deep and slow!"

   Prying her thighs even farther apart with his big hands, Henderson
pumped his prick in and out of Babe's smooth orifice.  After several hearty
strokes, he glanced up and caught Sergio watching them in the rear view
mirror.

   "Eat your heart out," said Henderson.

   "Damn it, boss," Sergio muttered, squirming in his seat.  "You're a real
cockteaser, you know that?"

   "Hey, when was the last time you had a piece of ass like this one?"
Henderson asked.

   "Shit, I can't remember when," Sergio admitted.

   Pitying the horny bastard, Henderson came up with a suggestion.  "Why
don't you get off at the nearest exit, park the car and join us?  I'm sure
the young lady wouldn't mind taking care of both of us.  Would you,
sweetheart?"

   "The more the merrier," purred Babe, raking Henderson's buttocks with
her fingernails as he continued to prod her pussy with his potent prong.

   Sergio jockeyed his way through the stagnant traffic and managed to
drive the limo down a deserted backstreet.  There, he came to a stop,
switched off the ignition and removed his driver's cap.  Then he
transferred to the back of the car and stripped as fast as he could.

   "Good grief!" Babe exclaimed when she got a look at this extraordinarily
muscular torso and his huge hunk of trouser meat.  "You've got the biggest
cock I've ever seen!"

   "Well, you know what they say, it's quality, not quantity," Sergio
modestly maintained.

   "Bullshit," said Babe, estimating his taut tool at fourteen inches in
length, twice the size she was accustomed to, "it's both!"

   To accommodate the two of them, Babe got on all fours.  While Henderson
stashed his slick dick in her gash from behind, Sergio slipped his
monumental member into her hot, hungry mouth.  "M-m-m . . .  " Babe moaned,
savoring Sergio's stiff meat while Henderson skewered her scintillating
slit.

   At first, she could only consume the bulging knob of Sergio's cock, then
a few inches.  He was a patient lover, however, stroking her hair and her
face as he slowly pierced her tight lips and slid his prick over her
drooling tongue toward the back of her throat.  As she sucked, Babe
massaged his dangling balls and raked his flexing buttocks with her sharp
fingernails.  As his passion intensified, Sergio forced more and more of
his mammoth manhood into her mouth.  His hips rocked back and forth, faster
and faster, plunging his demanding dick deeper and deeper down Babe's warm,
delicious throat.

   Competing for her pleasure, Henderson drove his pole of a prick into her
throbbing pussy with relentless fury.  As he rammed his rod harder and
harder into her saucy, submissive slot, he reached forward and clutched her
tits, pinching her pert nipples.  He then slid his hands along her writhing
rib cage, around her waist and pried apart the cheeks of her ass.  He
slammed his hips against the back of her thighs again and again, jamming
her juicy joy box with his jutting javelin.

   "I'm gonna come soon," Henderson warned.  "Me, too!" gasped Sergio.

   Babe abruptly withdrew from both of them.  Instead, she took their cocks
in each of her hands and jerked them off.  "Let me know when you're ready,"
she said.  "I want both of you to come in my mouth!"

   With each of them kneeling on the seat on either side of her face, Babe
yanked their cranks with her fists until Henderson and Sergio were about to
erupt.  At the last second they both gave the word, Babe opened her mouth
wide and received their spurting seed.  Greedily, she swallowed every
squirt of their hot cream and licked their cocks clean.

   Henderson collapsed on the floor, panting with exhaustion and ecstasy.
But Sergio was still hard as a rock.  "Ready for seconds?" asked Babe
hopefully.

   "Go for it!" he enthusiastically replied.

   Babe encouraged him to lie on his back while she mounted him and rode
his sturdy lance.  Babe worked her way up from a slow bounce to a furious
gallop, flapping her tits, sliding her saturated snatch up and down the
entire length of Sergio's horn of plenty.  While her cunt was busy
conquering the biggest piece of hardware she had ever encountered, her
hands were busy exploring his incredibly muscular physique, clawing his
bulging shoulders and chest, pressing against his hard, rippling belly.

   Suddenly, Sergio grasped her wrists, sat up and forced Babe backwards.
In a split second, he assumed the superior position, pinning Babe to the
seat and hovering over her, his broad hips wedged between her gaping thighs
and his rod of iron buried to the hilt in her tight tantalizing tool box.

   "Fuck me!" Babe demanded.  "Fuck my pussy, you animal!"

   Sergio spared her nothing.  He balled her mercilessly, repeatedly
thrusting his fleshpole into her helpless honey pot, gouging and grinding,
driving her to tears of joy.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she cried.  "Ah-h!  I'm . . .
I'm gonna come!  Oh!  Oh!  You fucking bastard!  Give it to me!  Oh!"

   As she soared toward climax, Babe lifted her legs and wrapped them
around Sergio's buttocks.  His lips came down on her mouth and she sucked
on his tongue, crushed beneath the weight of his powerful body, his flesh
burning into hers.

   Then Babe began thrashing her head from side to side, riding the crest
of a devastating orgasm.  "Ah-h-h!  Ah-h-h!" she screamed.  "Ah-h-h-h-h!  "


   Sergio withdrew, then came crashing down upon her like a tidal wave,
exploding inside of her, filling her with his manly essence.

   When Babe finally opened her eyes, she saw Henderson staring down at
her. Sergio had collapsed in her arms and was unable to move.  "So," said
Babe, untangling herself from his listless limbs, "about the gig with The
Boys"

   "Oh, yes, the business at hand," Henderson smirked.  " As I told you ...
people come to see The Boys.  It doesn't matter to them or me who's the
opening act.  I'm not the one you've got to convince.  It's The Boys."

   "Fine.  When can you arrange for me to see them?"

   Henderson shook his head.  "I can't.  When The Boys are in rehearsal,
they won't see anybody.  Not even me.  Not even the President of the United
States.  I'm afraid you're on your own."

   "Thanks a lot," said Babe sarcastically, pushing Sergio off of her.  The
chauffeur tumbled to the floor with a thud.

   Henderson shrugged.  "Can we drop you off anywhere?"

   "Right here will be fine," Babe replied.

   She was barely dressed when she got out of the car.  As she was leaving,
Henderson said, "Good luck."

   "Thanks for your time," she grudgingly remarked.

   "Oh, by the way," said Henderson.  "What did you say your name was?"

   Babe glared at him.

   Henderson smiled.  "I was only kidding."

   Chapter Four

   The gate to Derek Andersen's estate was an intimidating barrier-iron
bars that rose to a height of about twelve feet, the only entrance to
twenty acres of property completely surrounded by brick walls, security
devices and several burly bodyguards.  When Babe saw the obstacle her heart
sank.  But her determination and imagination provided her with a means of
entry.

   She approached the check point and responded to the guard's stoic
expression with a big grin.  "Hi.  I'm Tracy Evans from Music Mania
magazine.  I'm here to interview The Boys."

   The tall, husky guard scrutinized her from head to toe, then smirked,
"Sure you are."

   "No, really," Babe insisted, consulting her wristwatch.  "I have an
eleven o'clock appointment."

   "I don't know anything about an appointment," he replied.

   "Of course you don't," Babe giggled.  "I'm not here to interview you."

   The guard was not amused.  "Very funny.  Got any I.D.?"

   "Oh, dear.  I seem to have forgotten my purse."

   "Just as I thought."

   "You can cheek with my editor," Babe bluffed.

   "I don't have to check with anybody.  No I.D., no entry."

   Unperturbed, Babe tried another approach.  "Say, aren't you Derek's
bodyguard?"

   "Yeah," he smugly confirmed.  "What of it?"

   "You're some hunk of machinery," she said, admiring his biceps.

   "The better to keep intruders out of here." "Hmm.  Maybe I ought to skip
the interview with The Boys and do a story on you.  "

   "Me?" he scoffed.  "Who'd be interested in a story about me?"

   "Any woman who knows a real man when she sees one," said Babe.

   The guard grinned and nodded his head.  "Maybe you've got something
there."

   "Looks like you've got something there,"

   Babe observed, glancing at his crotch.  "What's your name?"

   "Jeff Kroeger.  But they call me, `Bull.' "

   "I'll bet they do," Babe flirtatiously muttered.

   Aroused by the prospect of scoring some trim as well as a little
notoriety of his own, Bull relaxed his guard.  "Maybe you'd like to find
out why."

   "Maybe I would," Babe replied.  "Why don't you let me in so that we can
get better acquainted."

   "Gee ...  I don't know," he hesitated.

   Babe reached through the bars and caressed the lump in his pants. 
"Don't tease me, Bull.  I'm so horny, I can't think straight."

   "Hot damn!" he gulped and without further adieu, Bull unlocked the gate
and ushered Babe inside.

   "Is there any place where we can be alone?" she asked.

   "Well . . .  our best bet's one of the guest rooms in the house," said
Bull.

   They hurried up the gravel path leading to the mansion but instead of
using the front door, where another guard was posted, Bull suggested a
detour through a garden and onto a veranda behind the house.  They entered
through the sliding glass doors of an atrium and proceeded through a
succession of unfurnished rooms until they reached a carpeted staircase
that led to the bedrooms upstairs.

   "Just keep it quiet, okay?" Bull whispered over his shoulder as he crept
up the stairs.

   Babe didn't say a word as she followed close behind.  She did, however,
take notice of her sur- roundings, memorizing the layout of the place.

   "Here we are," said Bull, taking her by the hand and slipping into one
of the guest rooms.  Once inside, he locked the door.  "Well, how's this
for privacy?"

   "Perfect," Babe agreed, noticing that the bathroom adjoined the bedroom
next door.  "Why don't you get undressed while I freshen up?" she
suggested. "I'll only be a minute."

   "Sure," grinned Bull, peeling off his T-shirt.

   "Don't start without me," winked Babe as she disappeared into the
bathroom.  As soon as she had closed the door, she stepped into the next
bedroom and back out into the second floor corridor.  She tip-toed from
room to room, quietly opening and closing doors in search of any of The
Boys.  Finding no one, she went downstairs.  There, she came upon a huge
ballroom containing the group's musical instruments and sound equipment,
but not one member of the band was present and accounted for.  Obviously,
this was where they rehearsed, but from the look of things not much
practicing had been going on.  A drumset was collecting dust and when Babe
tried strumming a few chords on one of the guitars, she found two strings
out of tune.

   "Looking for something?" asked a male voice behind her.

   Babe wheeled around and found herself faceto-face with Ace Corkran, the
group's drummer.  With his long brown hair, blue eyes and boyish features,
he was even cuter in person than in all the fan magazines.  "Actually, I'm
looking for someone, " she clarified.

   "Anyone in particular?" he casually inquired.

   "You'll do."

   Amused, Ace circled her, assessing his discovery.  "And who might you
be?"

   "My name is Babe McKay."

   "Babe?"

   "The one and only."

   "Well, how do you do?  I'm the one and only ..."

   "Ace Corkran,' Babe interjected, barely able to contain herself.

   "Oh, a fan."

   "A devoted one," she gushed.

   Ace smiled.  "Those are the best kind.  Pretty, too," he observed.

   "Thanks."

   "Wait, don't tell me, you just happened to be in the neighborhood and
decided to drop by." "Actually, I've gone to a great deal of trouble to see
you," Babe admitted.

   "I'm flattered."

   "Well, it's business as well as pleasure."

   "Which should we conduct first?" asked Ace.

   Babe smiled and caressed his cheek with the back of her hand.  "Oh, I
always before pleasure before business."

   "What a coincidence," Ace murmured, lowering his mouth to Babe's parted
lips.

   They kissed softly, innocently.  But as the kiss lingered, passion began
to transform innocence into desire and desire into lust.  Ace wound his
arms around Babe's waist and she ran her hands through his long brown hair.
Their bodies pressed against each other and their tongues mingled.

   Soon they were fondling and groping.  Babe's hands were all over him and
Ace, who could juggle a mean pair of drumsticks, wasn't shy or clumsy about
exploring her body.  He squeezed her tits through her silky blouse, lifted
her skirt to palm the round cheeks of her ass and slide his lean fingers up
and down the damp crotch of her panties.

   As they continued to neck, Ace slipped Babe's panties a few inches down
her stockinged thighs and gently stroked her hairy pubic mound.  Babe
sighed in his ear and as he traced the creamy lips of her slit with his
fingertips.  Eventually, he inserted his middle finger into her warm hole
and churned her love juices.

   "Oh-h-h," Babe whimpered.  "You're getting me hot!  "

   "That's the idea," Ace replied, sinking to his knees.

   While Babe held the hem of her skirt up to her waist, Ace stroked her
legs and buried his face in her luscious pussy.  He licked her cunt as if
it were an ice cream cone, but the treat was on Babe.  She slowly swayed
her hips as Ace plunged his drooling tongue into her savory snatch,
twirling it like a corkscrew in her honey pot and flicking it like a whip
against her throbbing clit.

   He paused to unzip her skirt and let it drop to her ankles.  He also
tugged down her white half- slip and panties, then helped her as she
stepped out of her garments.  While he was busy undress- ing her, Babe
removed her blouse but left on her white lace bra, garter belt and sheer
nylon stockings.  Ace rose to his feet and let Babe undress him.  She
started by unbuttoning his shirt and running her fingernails up and down
his bare chest.  She then peeled the shirt down his arms, stripping him to
the waist.  While unfastening his belt, she kissed and licked his slender
torso, slashing his belly with her tantalizing tongue as she unzipped his
fly.  Kneeling before him, Babe tugged down his tight blue jeans from
behind, confirming a fan magazine rumor that Ace didn't bother with
underwear.  As she caressed his buttocks, Babe rubbed her breasts against
his crotch, coaxing a full-scale erection.  Ace's cock rose to greet Babe's
smiling lips.

   She administered to his need with skill and grace, lavishing luscious
kisses and licks from the bloated sac of his testicles to the tender tip of
his protruding prick.  Then, as if performing a ritual, she gently and
sensuously sucked his dick, closing her juicy lips around the knob of his
manhood and sliding her mouth up and down the rigid shaft.

   As she gobbled his golden rod, Ace lovingly caressed her face and ran
his fingers through her curly hair.  His surging cock repeatedly pierced
her lips, depressed her tongue and grazed the smooth tunnel of her throat,
savoring its wet, exquisite warmth.  He leaned back and looked down so he
could watch as his cock slowly entered and reentered her mouth.

   "M-m-m ...  m-m-m . . ." Babe kept moaning as she feasted on his firm
phallus.

   Her passion sent shivers through Ace's body.  Lusting for her wanton
mouth, he locked his fingers behind her head and jerked his hips back and
forth, faster and faster, feverishly forcing his fleshpole deeper and
deeper down her gulping gullet, his throbbing balls lapping against her
jutting chin.

   Suddenly, the door opened and in stormed Bull.  Ace scarcely glanced
over his shoulder, indifferent to the intrusion.  "Don't you ever knock?"
he dryly admonished, hardly missing a stroke as he kept on plunging his
prick into Babe's hungry mouth.

   Bull was momentarily speechless, gawking at the two of them.

   "Well?" Ace demanded impatiently.

   "She isn't supposed to be here," Bull blurted.  "She crashed the gate."

   "It's all right," said Ace.  "She's a friend of mine."

   "But ...  but my orders were . .

   "Your orders are to get out of here and close the door behind you!" Ace
shouted.  "For Pete's sake!  Can't a man get a little privacy around here?"


   "Whatever you say, Mr.  Corkran," Bull muttered with a mixture of anger
and envy.  The big bodyguard lumbered off, shutting the door as he left the
room.

   "Alone at last," quipped Ace, sliding his hard wet cock out of Babe's
mouth.

   He knelt down beside her and tenderly caressed her face.  As he leaned
forward and kissed Babe's lips, Ace dropped his hands to her shoulders and
tugged the straps of her bra down her arms.  Babe reached behind her to
unfasten the clasps, unleashing her big, bountiful breasts.  Ace filled his
hands with her golden nuggets, twisting her pert nipples until they
throbbed.

   "Suck my tits," Babe breathlessly implored, cradling his head in her
bosom.

   Ace slid his tongue up and down between her heaving hooters, then nursed
on her luscious mounds, his teeth tugging on her raw, pink nipples.  Babe
rolled her head around and around, gasping and writhing with ecstasy.

   Hankering for a helping of her saucy slit, Ace slashed her belly with
his hot tongue, forcing Babe to lie on her back while he delved into the
delectable honeycomb between her gaping thighs.

   "Uh-h-h . . ." Babe moaned, stroking his head as it squirmed in her
crotch.  "Do me, baby ...  Eat my pussy ...  Yeah-h-h . . .  "

   She lifted her hips off the floor to meet the thrust of his lustful
tongue.  Ace shoved his hands beneath her ass so that he could feast on her
mouth-watering muff.  As Babe's stockinged legs rubbed against his ribs, he
buried his face in her cunt.  His lips sucked gently on her glistening
clit, savoring the nectar that seeped from her torrid twat.

   To intensify her pleasure, Ace inserted his thumb into Babe's vagina and
his middle finger into her anus while his tongue twirled around her tender
lovebutton.  As he licked her luscious jewel, he pumped his nimble digits
in and out of her two hot holes, fanning the flames of her mounting
passion.

   "Oh-h-h-h!  Yes!  Oh-h-h-h!" she whimpered, grinding her pelvis.  If
there was anything Babe relished it was a combination of cunnilingus and
finger-fucking.

   As Ace flicked Babe's clit, he forced his fingers deeper and deeper into
her throbbing orifices.  When they were embedded to the knuckles, he
stirred them around and around like propellers, driving Babe wild.

   "Ah-h-h-h!" she shuddered, tugging his hair and rocking her hips from
side to side.  "I love it!  Uh!" But as good as it was, it was only
foreplay.  Babe wanted more.  She wanted the big payoff.

   "Fuck me!" she demanded, lifting Ace's face from her saturated snatch.
"Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me good!"

   Just as hot for some first-rate pussy, Ace mounted her and effortlessly
guided his stiff tool into Babe's juicy slit.  As his cock slid through her
tight tunnel of love, he wrapped his fingers around each of her tits and
anointed her jutting nipples with his wet tongue.

   "All the way in!" Babe breathlessly implored, raking his ribs with her
fingernails and winding her long, stockinged legs around his waist to
absorb every inch of his hard meat.  "Show me what a good fucking is all
about!"

   Ace did just that, pumping his prick slowly in and out of her lovenest
while lavishing her face, her neck, her tits with luscious kisses and
stroking her writhing flesh with his big, strong hands.

   Babe's groans of pleasure punctuated each thrust of his cock.  He was a
meticulous lover, not at all impetuous, a connoisseur of carnal indulgence.
"I could fuck like this forever,"

   Babe blissfully declared.

   "I don't think I could keep it up for that long," Ace quipped, adding
with a smile, "but I'll try."

   Babe made the most of the stiff shaft tucked snugly in her insatiable
snatch.  As Ace drove his spike to the core of her desire, she arched the
small of her back to consume the maximum bulk of his riveting manhood. 
Unable to restrain his lust indefinitely, Ace prodded her harder and
faster, taking hold of her ankles and holding her legs up in a gaping V so
he could watch his dick penetrating her succulent cunt.

   "M-m-m-m-m . . .  " Babe moaned, massaging her own breasts, aroused
herself by the sight of her idol clutching her legs and pounding his prick
into her hot honey pot.  "Gimme cock!" she snarled.  "Yeah!  Fuck my
pussy!"

   "Are you always this soft-spoken?" Ace facetitiously inquired.

   "I like to talk dirty," she admitted.  "Especially when it's being put
to me right.  Don't you approve?"

   "I'm just not used to it.  In fact, I've never met a woman as
uninhibited as you."

   "How do you like it?" asked Babe.

   "I don't," he replied.

   "You don't?"

   "No ...  I love it."

   "In that case," said Babe, embracing him, "shut up and fuck me!"

   Ace released Babe's legs, withdrew his rod momentarily and coaxed her to
roll over on her belly.  Intuitively, she propped herself up on her hands
and knees, assuming the doggie.  position.  Ace knelt between her parted
thighs, pried apart the plump cheeks of her ass and reinserted his love
lance into the warm, wet sheath of her tantalizing cunt.  Swollen from its
initial penetration, Babe's twat was tighter than ever but twice as
satisfying.

   Ace set his body in motion, jerking his pelvis back and forth, slamming
his hips against Babe's beautiful butt and ramming his pleasure pole deep
into her gaping gash.  His partner in lust responded to each exquisite
thrust with a gratified grunt, practically begging for more.

   As he plundered Babe's red hot pussy, Ace caressed every reachable inch
of her quivering body.  He took special delight in digging his fingers into
her shoulder blades as his dick dug into her sizzling sexhole.  He squeezed
and tugged at her dangling tits, twirled curls with his fingers in her damp
pubic hair, and stroked her thighs beneath her clinging nylon stockings. 
"Give it to me, Ace!" Babe cried, glancing over her shoulder.  "I can't get
enough of your sweet stuff!"

   He relentlessly banged her joy box, thoroughly balling the bitch until
she was fit to be tied.  "Any final requests?" he asked, eager to bring
this session to a fulfilling finale.

   "Yeah," said Babe, nowhere near the finish line.  "Spank me!"

   "What?" laughed Ace.

   "You heard me!  Spank my ass!  Then fuck it and come inside of me!"

   At that point, Ace was game for anything.  He disengaged himself from
Babe's saucy slit and began slapping her buttocks.

   "Ow!" she flinched.

   "How's that?" he asked.

   "Again!" she insisted.  "Harder!"

   Ace whacked her hide as hard as he could.  The sting made Babe clench
her teeth.  "Again!" she screamed.  "Keep doing it!  Don't stop."

   As he repeatedly paddled her rosy red rump, Ace got a perverse thrill
out of inflicting pain.  He also succumbed to her perverse sense of humor
as he soon found himself spanking Babe to the beat of The Boys' hit song,
"Bad Girl."

   As if playing a pair of bongos, he pounded out the rhythm.  Before long,
he couldn't help singing the song:

   "You're a bad girl, you have no shame, A bad girl, don't even know your
name, But it doesn't matter who you are, You're in hot pursuit of a
shooting star, You're a bad girl, what can I say, A bad girl, and I like it
that way.  " "Bravo!" raved Babe, her raw derriere burning crimson.  "Now
pork me!"

   Ace spread her tender cheeks and drilled his cock into her tiny crevice.
Babe cried out in pain and pleasure.  "Ah-h-h!  Ah-h-h-h!  Oh!  It hurts so
good!"

   Grasping the flexing straps of her garter belt as if taking the reins of
a runaway chariot, Ace leaned back and began driving his sex pistol in and
out of Babe's horny holster.  Her anus was as tight as a vise but quickly
adapted to the bloated dimensions of his darting dick.

   Soon Babe was writhing like a bitch in heat.  "Uh!  Uh!  Oh-h-h-h, baby!
You're my Ace in the hole!" she wallowed.  "Don't hold back!  Gimme all
your cream!  Ah-h!  Pump some juice into my caboose!"

   Spurred by her passionate mouthings, Ace drilled her like a jackhammer.
His relentless rod pierced her narrow backdoor again and again, savagely
savoring her sweet socket until his passion was so intense he couldn't stop
himself from coming.

   When he did, Ace wrapped his arms around her waist and jammed his cock
as far up her asshole as it would go.  Then his hot cream spewed as if shot
from a cannon.

   "Yes-s-s-s!" hissed Babe, absorbing the dewy deluge in the deep recesses
of her aching anus..  "Fill 'er up!" she cried.

   "Ah-h!  Ah-h!  Ah-h!," Ace grunted, trembling with ecstasy.  Then he
fell forward, collapsing on top of Babe who was pinned to the floor.

   When he was through, Ace rolled off her back and took a deep breath. 
"Oh-h-h-h, man ..." he sighed.

   Babe turned over to lay beside him and stroke his overworked organ,
gradually shrivelling to half its size.  "Hey," she said, "how about an
encore?"

   Ace groaned.  "Don't tell me you didn't get off on that."

   "Close, but no cigar," Babe admitted.

   "I won't be able to get it up again for awhile," he told her.

   "What's a girl to do?" Babe pouted, caressing his balls.

   Ace sat up and cast a mischievous glance her way.  " Hm-m-m.  I've got
an idea."

   Babe put her hands behind her head and smiled.  "I'll try anything."

   Ace fetched his drumsticks, then knelt between Babe's gaping thighs.

   "What have you got in mind?" she asked anxiously.

   Ace twirled the sticks in his magic fingers.  "Something different," he
told her.  "Now, close your eyes."

   No sooner were Babe's baby blues sealed tight than Ace began brushing
the drumsticks along her inner thighs.  "O-o-o," she cooed, tantalized by
the touch of hard, smooth wood against her tender flesh.

   Ace ran the tips of the sticks around the edges of her pubic mound, up
across her flat belly, to the twin peaks of her sloping breasts. 
Delicately, he drew circles around her throbbing nipples, titillating her
beyond her endurance.  Babe moaned with yearning, swaying her hips from
side to side, lusting for satisfaction.

   Coming to her rescue, Ace slid the drumsticks down her writhing torso,
into the damp forest of her curly pubic hair and grazed the moist fringe of
her gaping slit.  While gently prodding her juicy pink lovebutton with one
stick, he inserted the other into her creamy hole.  Babe's immediate
response was one of exquisite and unbearable pleasure.

   "Oh-h-h!" she gasped as the hard, lean instrument penetrated her cunt.
"Oh!  Shove it in deep!  Uh-h-h!  That feels incredible!"

   "How about this?" he asked, cranking the embedded stick like an organ
grinder.

   "Ah-h-h!" Babe shuddered, rotating her hips counterclockwise to the
churning motion of the wooden phallus.  "That's wonderful!  M-m-m-!  Stir
it up, baby!  Yeah!"

   With the skill of a virtuoso, Ace was able to whip Babe's clitoris into
a frenzy with one stick while he twisted and plunged the other quickly in
and out of her sultry snatch.  He did so without irritating her, thoroughly
and tenderly administering to her wanton lust.

   To Babe, it felt as if she had both a cock and a tongue at work within
her.  The sensation was so intense, so richly satisfying that she
anticipated both a vaginal and clitoral orgasm.  Her flesh was covered with
goosebumps, yet a soothing heat simmered between her legs.  She caresses
her own breasts, taking her taut nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers, pinching them until they tingled, kneading and squeezing her
flesh melons until she was fit to burst with rapture.

   "Guess what?" Ace whispered.

   Babe opened her eyes and noticed that she was not the only one
stimulated.  Ace's cock had regained its rigidity.  "Ain't nothing like the
real thing," she said with a smile.

   Ace discarded the drumsticks and reclined.  Babe mounted him and eased
his erect meat missile into her drooling twat.  Impaled comfortably on his
shaft, she rode him like a pony, bobbing up and down on the saddle of his
crotch, pumping her pussy on his stiff horn.

   "Ah-h!  Ah-h!  Ah-h!" Babe moaned, humping the hell out of his hard hunk
of cock.  "Make me come, damn it!  I want to come!"

   While she bounced on his pole, Ace reached up and clutched her jiggling
jugs.  It was more than enough to send Babe into convulsions of ecstasy. 
Gritting her teeth and grinding her gash, she scaled the heights of
ultimate pleasure.  At the pinnacle, she pounded her pussy up and down the
entire length of his prick, harder and harder, faster and faster, again and
again and again until something wonderful exploded inside of her.  And when
it happened, 'she cried out with joy, "Oh-h!  Oh-h!  Ah-h!  Ah-h! 
Ah-h-h-h!"

   Then Babe melted in his embrace, clinging to him as the storm within
subsided.  And so another fantasy had been realized.  But there were many
more she had yet to enjoy.

   Chapter Five

   Babe had dozed off in Ace's arms, but minutes later she awoke, eager to
explain her mission to her latest conquest.  The exhausted drummer,
however, was fast asleep on the floor.  She didn't have the heart to
disturb him.  And anyway, now that she was a guest in the house there would
be ample opportunities for Babe to make her pitch.

   So instead, she gathered her clothing and tiptoed out of the room,
searching for a bathroom in which she could refresh herself.  She wandered
through a maze of several adjoining, unfurnished rooms until she discovered
a small gymnasium containing an assortment of body-building equipment, mats
and parallel bars.  Surely there was a shower nearby.  Her search led to an
extension that offered something even better-a hot tub.

   Babe rested her clothing on a marble-tiled floor and examined a control
panel on the wall.  With .he flick of a switch and adjusting a few dials;
she had the circular pool in operation.  While the water warmed up, Babe
stripped off 'her garter belt and stockings and prepared to immerse
herself.

   The room was actually an atrium, a glass enclosed patio filled with
exotic plants and overlooking a palatial garden.  There, Babe descended
into the bubbling bath, soothing as well as cleansing her sensuous body. 
This is the life, she thought, deciding that when she became rich and
famous, she too would own a hot tub.

   Babe gravitated from one end of the pool to the other until she located
the source of the jet- stream.  Leaning back against the edge of the tub,
she spread her legs apart and allowed the rush of bubbles to rise between
her thighs.  The sensation was powerfully stimulating, so much so that Babe
reached down to touch her tingling twat, prying apart the swollen lips of
her lovenest and treating her excitable clit to the tantalizing force of
surging water.

   While floating blissfully, Babe closed her eyes and drifted into a
fantasy.  She imagined herself impaled on a hard, throbbing cock.  Her love
juice was flowing as she pumped herself up and down, thoroughly saturating
the red, raw rod of meat that penetrated her to the hilt.  Beneath her was
a man with rippling, glistening muscles.  His wrists were chained to the
floor, his magnificent body writhing with frustration and ecstasy.  Babe
leaned forward and dangled her tits in his face.  Her captive lover tried
in vain to touch her nipples with his wagging tongue.  Babe laughed and
leaned back, teasing him with the sight of his hapless prick sliding in and
out of her luscious pussy.

   Suddenly, Babe opened her eyes and was startled to see a young man in a
towel standing on the edge of the tub.  "Excuse me," he said.  "I didn't
know we had a guest."

   What flustered Babe was not that a strange man was hovering over her or
that he had caught her pleasuring herself in someone else's hot tub but
that he was a celebrity she absolutely adored.  "Hi," she said, introducing
herself.  "My name's Babe ...  Babe McKay."

   "Hi," he replied, a bit shyly.  "I'm ..."

   "Chris Baker," beamed Babe, running her eyes up and down his body. 
"Lead guitar.  Nick name-Magic Fingers."

   "Right.  Well," he chuckled self-consciously.  "I didn't mean to disturb
you.  I'll come back later."

   "Don't be silly," Babe scoffed, straightening up just high enough so
that her breasts floated on the top of the water.  "There's plenty of room
for two."

   "Yeah, but . . ." Chris balked.  "I'm not wearing anything under this
towel."

   Babe glanced at his crotch and smiled.  "I should hope not."

   Shyly, Chris managed to dispose of the towel and hop into the tub
without revealing much.  "Ah- h-h-h," he sighed, settling into the foamy,
hot water.  "That feels good."

   "I know something that feels even better," said Babe.

   Chris just stared at her from across the tub, wondering if she meant
what he thought she meant.  "Oh?" he replied.

   Babe began to move toward him, her breasts bobbing in the water, her
nipples pink and hard.  Against his will, Chris' cock began to swell
underwater.  Instinctively, Babe reached out and wrapped her fingers around
his throbbing member.

   "Ah, yeah," he agreed.  "That does feel better."

   "How about this?" asked Babe with a playful grin.  She leaned forward
and kissed him on the lips while her hand gently stroked his shaft.  As the
kiss lingered, their mouths slowly opened.  Soon their tongues were
slithering around each other like two snakes.  All the while, Babe slid her
fist up and down his taut tool and fondled his bulging testicles.  She
brushed her nipples against his chest and swayed her hips as Chris clutched
her firm, rounded buttocks.

   Tempted by her tantalizing tits, Chris placed his hands on Babe's waist
and lifted her so that he could suck her pert nipples.  As he feasted on
her bodacious boobs, Babe ran her fingers through his wavy blonde hair and
wrapped her legs around his waist.  Buoyed by the water, she was as light
as a feather with Chris' elongated cock lapping gently between the gaping
cheeks of her ass.

   "M-m-m-m . . .  " Babe moaned as his tongue twirled around and around
each of her tender mammary glands.  "That's it!  Lick my tits!  Suck 'em!"
she demanded, leaning her head back and thrusting her wet jugs into his
face.

   Chris slid his tongue up and down her long, delicate neck before
concentrating on her bountiful bosom.  While using one hand to suspend her,
he used his other to penetrate her, jamming one finger, then two into her
anus.

   "Oh-h-h!" Babe gasped as Chris simultaneously prodded her asshole and
sucked on her husky hooters.  Eventually, a third and fourth finger were
inserted into her backdoor while he stretched his thumb forward to finger
her cunt.

   "Ah-h-h!" she cried as he plundered her twin orifices.  "That feels so
good!  Just for that, you deserve a reward."

   Babe unlocked her legs and let her feet touch the bottom of the tub. 
Chris withdrew his hand and stood up straight facing her, anticipation
twinkling in his light blue eyes.

   "Hop up," she instructed.  "Sit on the edge of the tub with your legs
apart.  I want to suck your cock."

   Chris eagerly complied, jumping up and spreading his thighs.  His prick
was poised like a warrior's lance.  Babe moved closer, her face flush
against his firm phallus.  As she stroked his legs, she pressed her lips
against his swollen shaft.  Softly, she rubbed his throbbing penis against
each of her cheeks, occasionally nibbling on the crown and licking his
entire dick until it was as hard as a statue.

   She did not neglect his hairy sac, taking both balls into her mouth and
sucking them as if they were sweet candy.  "Oh-h-h-h, yeah!" Chris
exclaimed, squirming as she tongue-lashed his rigid rod.

   Then Babe guided his succulent tool into her drooling mouth, sliding up
and down, up and down every juicy inch of his savory meat.

   "Oh-h!" Chris groaned.  "I must be dreaming!" He looked down and watched
Babe's bobbing head, amazed by the finesse with which she serviced his
potent pleasure pole.  Her puckered lips formed a tight ring around his
cock but glided lusciously from the bulging tip to the thick base, pumping
his prick deep into her warm, moist throat.

   As Babe sucked harder and faster, Chris placed his hands on the top of
her head, forcing her mouth up and down, thrusting his manhood into her
pretty face.  He was tempted to come in her mouth, but he knew that if he
did that, he would deprive himself the pleasure of the only piece of ass
available to him in several weeks.  Chris endured as much of her luscious
cocksucking as he could take, then withdrew his saturated manhood from her
mouth.

   "Your turn," he told her with a smile, hankering for a taste of her
succulent cunt.  Chris and Babe switched places.  He slipped back into the
tub and helped her to climb out.  Babe sat on the edge, her calves in the
water, her thighs spread wide apart, then laid back, thrusting her
delectable pussy into his face.  Without hesitation, Chris wound his strong
arms around her thighs and brought his lips within inches of Babe's raw
cunt.  First, she felt his warm breath on her creamy snatch and quivered
with anticipation.  Then she felt his soft lips pressing against her pubic
mound.  Then his salivating tongue pierced her tender slit and delved into
her passion pit, immediately locating her clitoris, flicking, licking and
prodding her volatile love button.

   "Uh-h-h-h, yeah!  Bulls eye!" cried Babe, crossing her arms behind her
neck.  "Lick my clit!  Suck my pussy!  Eat me out!"

   Chris twirled his tongue within her sugar walls, swabbed her sweet meat
and scoured her juicy jewel box.  Her clit was as hard as a pink pearl,
tantalized by the intimate touch of his drooling muscle.  As Chris
continued gnawing on her gaping gash, Babe cradled her breasts, squeezed
them together, twisted her throbbing nipples with her fingertips and
squirmed with unquenchable ecstasy.

   "Oh-h-h-h . . .  " she whimpered.  "I want you to fuck me!  I want you
to stab my hot pussy with your big, hard cock!"

   Chris lifted his face from her crotch and wiped his mouth with the back
of his hand.  He planted his palms on the edge of the tub and sprang up. 
Suspended between Babe's thighs, he swung his hips back and forth, poking
her pussy with his wet prick.

   "Uh!  Uh!  Uh!" Babe grunted as his darting dick penetrated her horny
hole.  "Come on, fuck me, boy!" she demanded, arching her back to meet the
rapid thrusts of his jabbing cock.

   Chris kept it up as long as he could, but soon his arms grew weary. 
"Let's finish this in the tub," he suggested.

   "Yeah!" Babe enthusiastically agreed.

   Chris withdrew and plunged backwards into the warm, soothing water. 
Babe slithered into the tub after him, sliding into his embrace.  They
kissed and spun around and around until Babe's back was against the wall.
Holding the edge of the tub over his shoulders, she stretched out her legs,
let them float to the surface, then spread them apart.  Chris waded toward
her, guiding his cock like a torpedo toward its target.

   As he injected her with his love tool, Babe crossed her legs behind his
buttocks to absorb the entire length of his stiff shaft.  "Drive it in
deep!" she gasped.  "That's it!  Oh!  Now fuck me!"

   Chris wrapped his fingers around her floating tits and began to pump his
meat missile in and out of her underwater cavern.  Immersed in the steamy,
swirling whirlpool, Babe and Chris fucked slowly, deeply, savoring each and
every rapturous stroke.

   "Oh-h, Babe!" Chris gasped as his cock pierced and plunged into the
fluid depths of her yawning slit.

   "I know," she replied breathlessly.  "It's better than great.  It's ...
it's . . .  "

   "Fuckin' fabulous!" he blurted, wedging his wad even deeper into her
cunt.

   Passion overtook Chris.  He reached under to clutch the cheeks of Babe's
ass and dug his dick harder and faster into her love funnel.  Although she
wanted to prolong their ecstasy as long as possible, Babe didn't mind.  In
fact, she provoked his lust by contracting her vaginal muscles, tightening
her grip on his embedded rod.

   "I can't hold out much longer," he warned her.

   "Try!" she insisted, practically begging for more.  "The longer you hold
out, the better it'll be when you finally come!"

   Chris bit his teeth and managed to quell his overanxious desire.  He
slowed the rhythm of his thrusts so that every inch of his potent manhood
slid in and out of Babe's torrid twat again and again and again.

   "A-a-h-h, that's it!" she cried.  "Now suck my tits while you fuck my
pussy!"

   `Yeah!" Chris chuckled with wicked glee, grinding his meat into her
horny honeycomb and raising her scrumptuous boobs out of the water,
squeezing them until her nipples were two hard points tantalized by the tip
of his flapping tongue.  Bending down, Chris nibbled on her pink nuggets
while he kept right on plugging her porthole.

   "M-m-m . . .  m-m-m ..." Babe moaned in lascivious luxury, licking her
lips and writhing weightlessly in the swirling pool of passion.  Her cunt
was a cauldron of insatiable desire, hungry for pleasure.  "M-m-m, gimme
that dick!" she crudely demanded.  "Make me squeal!  Make me come!  "

   Chris did both, forcing his hips back and forth, driving his hot tool
hard and fast into Babe's scintillating snatch.  Their violent motion made
huge waves, splashing water in all directions as if tossed in a tempest. 
It was more than even Babe could stand.  She wallowed and whimpered as his
merciless manhood ripped into her like a bayonet.

   Babe was losing her grip on the edge of the tub, so she snapped her body
upward like a whip and clutched the back of Chris' neck with her two hands.
Impaled on his flesh rod, she rode his throbbing pole, sliding up and down,
striving to reach the summit of satisfaction.

   "Ah-h-h!  Ah-h-h!  Ah-h-h!" she wailed, thrashing her head from side to
side, her limbs clinging to his neck and waist, her plundering pussy
relentlessly devouring every hard inch of his vaulting prick.  "Oh-h, I'm
almost there!" she cried.

   "Me, too, baby!" Chris gasped.  "Me, too!" "Oh-h, any second n ow! 
Oh-h, let me come first!"

   "Any way you want it, honey!"

   "Just keep it coming!  Keep it coming!  Yeah!  Oh-h-h!  "

   The tub practically boiled over as Chris hoisted his love anchor into
Babe's luscious bowels.  "Oh-h-h-h!  Oh-h-h!" she wept with ecstasy.  "I'm
coming!  Oh-h!  Oh-h!  OH-HH-H!"

   Babe's entire body shuddered violently as the first wave of a powerful
orgasm washed over her.  "Don't let up!" she shouted.  "Fuck me as hard as
you can!  Fuck me until you come!  I want your cream, baby!  I want all
your hot love juice!  Shoot it up my cunt!  Uh!  Come on!  Come on!"

   "Oh, yeah," grunted Chris, pumping his potent pleasure prong up and into
her quivering twat.  "Here it comes, Babe!  Gonna' fill you up!  Oh-h-h-h!
Gonna' cream you!  Yeah!"

   Clutching her buttocks, Chris crammed her to the hilt and fired his sex
pistol.  Searing bullets of semen spewed forth, injecting her to the core,
triggering Babe's second orgasm.  Finally, Chris buried his face in her
tits, sank his fingers into the crack of her ass and stirred his
ejaculating cock in Babe's overflowing honey pot, ignited another orgasm
and another and another until she was overwhelmed by the tidal waves of
ecstasy.

   "Ah-h-h-h . . ." she whimpered, feeling herself melting, melting,
withering away in his tender embrace.

   When the last of his seed swam forth, Chris carefully withdrew his
instrument of pleasure from Babe's throbbing slit and released her.  As her
feet landed gently on the floor of the tub, Chris wound his arms around
Babe's waist.  Like dancers in a listless ballet, the two lovers spun in
lazy circles, their lips gratefully mingling in a deep, lingering kiss.

   Chapter Six

   Babe's idea of unwinding after their intense lovemaking was to float on
her back.  Chris was content to just lean back and watch her.

   "That was fantastic," he declared.

   "I've had worse," Babe teased.

   "Who are you, anyway?" asked Chris.  "I mean, how'd you manage to get
in?"

   "Female ingenuity."

   "Could you be a little more vague?"

   Babe sighed, feigning exasperation, and swam into his arms.  "I came
here to see you and the rest of the Boys.  You see, I'm the leader of a
band.  We want to be the opening act on your next tour."

   "Oh," said Chris, looking very disappointed.  "Now I understand."

   "No, you don't," laughed Babe, slapping his chest.  "What happened here
was chemistry." "Chemistry?"

   "Yeah.  You don't think I would screw you just to get a gig, do you?"

   "Perish the thought," he shuddered sarcastically.

   "I brought a tape for you to listen to.  If you like what you hear and
want us on the tour, great.  If you don't ..."

   "If I don't?"

   Babe dipped her hand into the water and stroked his cock.  "Well, then.
I guess I'll never see you again."

   Chris quivered.  "Yeah, well ...  I'm sure the tape will meet with my.
.. satisfaction.  The only problem is that the group makes decisions by
unanimous vote.  All five of us have to be in agreement."

   "Two down, three to go," muttered Babe.  "Huh?"

   "Oh, nothing.  Where would I find Jo-Jo and Billy?"

   Chris shrugged.  "Your guess is as good as mine.  The five of us inhabit
this house like lost souls.  We rarely see each other and, to tell the
truth, we haven't done a hell of a lot of rehear- sing."

   "But they are somewhere in the house, right?"

   "Right."

   "Then I'll find them," said Babe confidently, lifting herself out of the
tub.

   "Good luck," Chris smirked.  "Even if you locate all four of my business
associates, they may not be as agreeable as I."

   "Don't underestimate my powers of persuasion," said Babe, fetching a
towel from a nearby closet.

   Chris took one last look at her scrumptuous body before she wrapped
herself in the towel.  "After what we just did," he replied, "I wouldn't
dare."

   Babe blew him a kiss and headed for the door.

   Her search for the rest of The Boys proved to be a piece of cake.  No
sooner had she left Chris than she found both Jo-Jo and Billy pumping iron
in the gymnasium.  At first, the keyboard player and the bassist didn't
notice her standing there in her wraparound.  Each of them was pre-
occupied with lifting weights, exercising their upper body muscles, dressed
in red warm-up suits and wearing sweat bands that kept their shaggy brown
hair in place.

   Hands on her hips, Babe slowly approached them.  "Well, hello," she
pleasantly greeted.

   Jo-Jo practically dropped fifty pounds of iron on his foot.  Billy
slowly lowered his weights to the mat.  "Well, hello yourself," he replied.


   "Keeping in shape?" asked Babe, putting her hands behind her back and
swaying to the left and right.

   Jo-Jo stared at her cleavage, brimming from the top of her towel.  "Who
are you?  What are you doing here?"

   "I'm your fairy godmother," she answered playfully.  "I'm here to grant
your every wish."

   Jo-Jo glanced at Billy who shrugged with amusement.

   "What can I do for you boys?" asked Babe.  "Hmm," Billy considered,
playing along.  "Anything at all?"

   "Name it."

   "How about lending me your towel?" he said with a facetitious grin.

   Without a second's hesitation, Babe peeled off the terry cloth and
tossed it over.

   Jo-Jo and Billy stood side by side, staring in awe at Babe's naked body.
She noticed the sudden bulge in the crotch of their sweat pants and sucked
in her cheeks.  "It appears you gentlemen are in need of some assistance,"
she casually observed.

   Jo-Jo and Billy again exchanged disbelieving _glances.  "It appears so,"
Jo-Jo anxiously concurred.

   "I'll take care of that," Babe cheerfully assured them, kneeling down
before her two admirers and reaching for their drawstrings.  As she pulled
out the knots, both of their sweat pants fell to their ankles, exposing
them from the waist down.  Both Jo-Jo and Billy had enormous hard-ons. 
Babe took one in her left hand and one in her right and began sliding her
fists up and down their stiff shafts.

   "My!" she exclaimed.  "But you two are big.  Is that what pumping iron
does to you?" she wondered, acquainting herself with the substantial
dimensions of their throbbing members.  "Do they taste as good as they
look?" she asked.

   Jo-Jo swallowed hard.  "W-why don't you find out for yourself?" he
suggested.

   Babe giggled, then licked his cock as if it were a candy cane.  Jo-Jo
took a deep breath and moaned softly.

   "M-m-m-m," said Babe.  "Delicious!"

   "Mine's even better," chimed Billy.

   Babe wrapped her wet lips around the knob of his prick and sampled his
meat treat.  "Ah-h,"

   she determined.  "Sweetest meat a girl could eat."

   Babe leaned back and used her fingers to juggle their dangling balls. 
Jo-Jo and Billy squirmed with delight, their taut tentacles of lust bobbing
uncontrollably with titillation.  Then, while she yanked one tool, she
sucked the other, alternating every few minutes.  One moment she'd be
tugging on Jo-Jo's hard rod while her mouth devoured Billy's swollen
beefstick.  The next moment she would be greasing Jo-Jo's pole while
jerking off Billy.

   By now, both of her partners were well into the spirit of things,
improvising their own pleasure.  They had Babe stretch out on one of the
mats and began exploring her body with their hands and mouths.  While Jo-Jo
Frenchkissed her, he groped her jugs and twisted her hard nipples between
his fingertips.  In the meantime, Billy acquainted himself with Babe's
charms below the waist.  He sucked her toes, then slowly slid his tongue up
her shapely legs, licking her inner thighs before diving head-first into
her alluring snatch.  He used his thumbs to spread the tender pink petals
of Babe's pussy, inserted his tongue and generously lapped her luscious,
raw clit.

   Squeezing her ripe flesh melons, Jo-Jo made her nipples protrude, then
bent down and sucked them one at a time.  Babe used one free hand to reach
up and stroke his dangling shaft, while.  the other hand pressed down on
the back of Billy's head, forcing his face into her torrid crotch.  They
made a hot combo of entwined limbs and writhing flesh.  After conquering
two members of the band just a short while ago.  Babe was beginning to feel
that familiar yearning in her loins all over again.

   In the course of their ménage a trios, the trio adjusted their
positions. At one point, Babe was on all fours with Jo-Jo kneeling before
her, his cock in her mouth, and Billy kneeling behind her, balling her
doggie-style.  As Babe slid her tight, wet lips along his extended prick,
Jo-Jo held her head in his two hands and pumped his hips, driving his slick
dick down her gulping throat.  Billy brought up the rear by clutching the
cheeks of Babe's beautiful ass and hammering her honey pot with his horny
hardware.

   Babe feasted on Jo-Jo's phallus with incomparable flair.  When she
wasn't lapping his balls with her nimble tongue, she was grazing his sinewy
shaft with her glossy, puckered lips.  She'd nibble gently on the bulbous
crown of his cock, then close her mouth like a vise around its rim and
force herself to consume the entire length of his swollen member in long,
lingering strokes.

   "Oh-h-h-h, you suck a mean cock, lady," he moaned, grasping her by the
scruff of the neck and plunging his pleasure tool down her warm gullet.

   Billy was equally pleased with Babe's snug but smooth love socket. 
Swivelling his hips, he stroked her thighs and skewered her saucy snatch.
It was the best piece of pussy he had had in weeks.  It was the only piece
of pussy he had had in weeks and he intended to make the most of it. 
"Oh-h, man!" he exclaimed.  "I could use some of this every hour of the
day!"

   "Save some for me, man," Jo-Jo chuckled.

   "You seem to be doing just fine on your end"

   "Oh-h, yeah," Jo-Jo agreed as Babe sucked harder.  "But I'm a greedy son
of a bitch.  I want it all!"

   Babe momentarily withdrew her mouth from Jo-Jots meat whistle.  "I've
got an idea," she said.  "How about an endurance contest?"

   Jo-Jo and Billy exchanged bewildered glances.

   "I'll do my best to make you guys come," Babe elaborated.  "The one who
holds out gets to have me all to himself."

   "I'm game," said Billy, confident of his stamina.

   "May the best man win," agreed Jo-Jot anticipating victory.

   Then Babe took charge.  She made Billy lie down on his back while she
straddled his hips and had Jo-Jo stand astride Billy with his crotch in
Babe's face.  She guided Billy's cock into her cunt and once again
enveloped Jo-Jo's prick with her luscious mouth.

   Babe did her best to tantalize both of them.  While riding up and down
on Billy's pillar of pleasure, she bobbed her head, sliding her stiff,
rounded lips from the base of the crown of Jo-Jo's throbbing pecker,
fucking and sucking with her usual finesse.  Neither of her lovers reacted
to her intimate performance, trying hard to restrain their passions.  But
it didn't matter.  Babe knew she could get both of them off with or without
their cooperation.

   She humped Billy in long, slow strokes, raking his chest with her
fingernails as she pumped her juicy joybox from the tip of his towering
tool to its hairy base, expanding and contracting her vaginal muscles in a
deliberate attempt to get his rocks off prematurely.

   Babe was just as merciless with Jo-Jo, sucking his cock hard and fast,
gobbling every inch of his meaty manhood, gliding her fingers up and down
the back of his thighs, toying with his testicles and clawing his flexing
buttocks.

   "Uh!  Uh-h-h!" Jo-Jo grunted and groaned, gritting his teeth and
struggling to hold back the climax that was building like a volcano in the
pit of his groin.  He tried to think of the least arousing things he could
imagine, but all he could visualize was what he felt between his legs
-Babe's hot mouth, thoroughly pleasuring his throbbing shaft.

   Sensing that Jo-Jo was in trouble and wouldn't last, Billy relaxed and
allowed himself to enjoy the ride as Babe whittled his wang with her tight,
titillating twat.  Suddenly she seized his hands and pressed them against
her breasts.  A spark of excitation compelled Billy to keep his fingers
wrapped around her jiggling jugs.  In the meantime, Babe pinched his
nipples and bore down on his looming rod.  It was more than poor Billy
could endure.  He came with a violent shudder, gasping and cursing at the
top of his lungs.  A geyser of hot jizz erupted in Babe's grinding gash and
didn't stop until Billy was completely satisfied.

   "Guess it's just you and me, stud," Babe said to Jo-Jo.  "Think you can
go the distance?"

   "Like the man said, `you ain't seen nothin' yet,' " he replied.  Jo-Jo
offered his hand and helped Babe to her feet.  While Billy lay sprawled on
the mat, limp as a fish out of water, Jo-Jo led Babe to the high bar.

   "I want you to reach up and get a good grip," he told her.

   Babe stretched her arms upward.  "I can't quite reach," she said.

   Jo-Jo placed his hands on her waist and lifted her.  When Babe had her
hands wrapped around the metal bar, he let go, suspending her a foot off
the floor.  "Now what?" she asked.  "Chin ups?"

   Jo-Jo grinned, then moved closer, his naked body flush with hers.  He
wound his arms around Babe's thighs, spread them apart and hoisted her
several inches.  He then lowered her gaping pussy onto his prick, injecting
her with his mighty missile of lust.

   "Pump it, baby!" he commanded.  "Let's see you flex your muscles!"

   With an occasional boost from her partner, Babe did her chin-ups,
tightening her vaginal muscles as she slid up and down Jo-Jo's jutting
javelin of a cock.  Her big breasts became hard as a pair of boulders, her
nipples sharp as a pair of bullets, her belly flat and taut, strained as
she raised and lowered herself.

   "O-o-o-o," cooed Babe as she descended, absorbing all eight inches of
Jo-Jo's rigid rod.  "I never knew exercise could feel so good!"

   As her tits bounced in front of his face, Jo-Jo flicked his tongue like
a lizard and licked her nipples.  His dick was drenched with Babe's warm
love juices, smoothly slicing into her velvety slit as she rose and plunged
again and again.

   "Keep pumpin', honey!" cried Jo-Jo, clutching the cheeks of her ass and
ramming his stiff spike deeper than ever into her creamy cunt.  "Gimme that
hot stuff, sweetheart!"

   "Uh!" Babe grunted, grinding her gash.  "I can't hold on much longer. 
My arms are getting tired."

   "Then let go," he told her.

   "But I'll fall."

   "I've got you."

   "Okay ..."

   Babe took her hands off the bar and wrapped her arms around Jo-Jo's
neck, cradling his face in her bosom.  He hungrily feasted on her bulging
boobs while she continued to ride his rigid rod, more securely embedded in
her snug, succulent snatch.

   "Ah-h-h-h!" she gasped, leaning back, thrusting her ripe nipples into
his nibbling lips, writhing as he pierced her bush with his red hot pecker.
"Fuck me, you horny bastard!  Split me in two with that big dick of yours!
Uh-h-h!"

   Jo-Jo slowly sank to his knees and lowered Babe gracefully onto the mat.
He fucked her in the good old missionary position, running his hands all
over her body and pounding his hips between her gaping thighs, forcing his
firm phallus into her hot honey pot.  Babe clawed his back like a wild
beast until he seized her wrists and pinned them to the mat.  In gleeful
retaliation, Jo-Jo sank his teeth into one of her tits and sucked hard on
her helpless nipple.

   "Oh-h-h-h, you fucking, animal!" Babe cursed, shivering with ecstasy.

   Jo-Jo chuckled and ran his tongue up her long, writhing neck.  He licked
her face and drooled in her ear, whispering, "Before I get through with
you, you'll be beggin' for mercy!"

   "Oh, yeah?" she scoffed.  "Prove it!"

   Jo-Jo abruptly withdrew his cock.  "Roll over on your belly," he
demanded.

   Babe obediently flipped onto her stomach, her legs wide apart.  Jo-Jo
wasted no time.  As he massaged the back of her thighs, he pressed his lips
against the full, firm cheeks of her ass.  Babe's cunt tingled with
anticipation as he proceeded to lick her crack, his tongue thoroughly
lubricating her anus.  For good measure, he swabbed the saucy slit of her
cunt, savoring her bittersweet love juices as they seeped from her raw,
pink gash.

   Shuddering with delight, Babe raised her crotch off the floor, lusting
for his bold tongue.  As he alternated between lapping her saucy snatch and
scouring her asshole, she squirmed like a bitch in heat.

   Babe didn't know which hole he intended to fuck, but when Jo-Jo placed
his hands on her butt and pried apart her plump cheeks, she braced herself
for what promised to be at first a painful penetration.  But instead of
forcing his cock into her narrow anus, Jo-Jo inserted his left pinkie. 
Babe flinched, then sighed with pleasure as he pumped his finger in and out
of her tender socket.

   Wrapping his right arm around her waist, Jo Jo lifted Babe off the mat
and made her assume the doggie position.  Then, while his finger continued
plugging her asshole, he guided his prick into her eager beaver, slowly
sliding every firm inch of his manhood to the hilt.

   "Ah-h-h-h, yeah!" Babe gasped as he filled her with his throbbing tool.
"Full speed ahead!"

   Jo-Jo porked her pussy and fingered her orifice with the synchronicity
of a locomotive.  As his dick shoved in, his pinkie pulled out.  As his
plinkie plunged forward, his dick withdrew.  He was even able to grope her
tits and twist her nipples with his free hand without missing a stroke.

   "Oh-h!  You filthy fucker!" cried Babe, loving every minute of it.  It
was like getting it from three different partners at one time.

   Jo-Jo turned up the heat by slipping his ring finger into Babe's tight
backdoor.  With two digits digging into her hot hole, and Jo-Jo's stiff
shaft slicing into her sweetmeat, she was beside herself with ecstasy. 
What made it even more enjoyable was that Jo-Jo was in no hurry.  He
screwed her slowly, deeply, grinding his rod into her creamy, pink cavern
and rolling his fingers in her warm, wet hole.

   "M-m-m-m, you're a wicked man!" she moaned, rocking back and forth into
his deep thrusts.

   "Are you beggin' for mercy?" he asked.  "Hell, no!" she emphatically
replied.  "You aren't even close to exciting me."

   "Ha!" he chuckled, knowing she was lying through her teeth.  "Then I'd
better do some thing about that."

   What Jo-Jo did was move his right hand along Babe's belly and into her
damp crotch.  He curled her pubic hair in his fingers, plucking a few
strands, then delved into her gaping slit and pressed his middle finger
against her juicy clit.

   "Ah-h-h-h!" she cried, tantalized by his intimate touch.  "O-o-o-o,
yeah! Rub my clit!  Ah-h-h!  Ah-h-h!"

   While he stroked her love button and plowed her passion pit, Jo-Jo also
squeezed another finger into Babe's anus.  In full command he mercilessly
manipulated her raging desire, teasing and pleasing her with savage
delight. Faster and faster he plunged his prick into her quivering twat,
cramming her bum hole with yet a fourth finger and whipping her hard,
throbbing clit into an emotional frenzy.

   "Ready to come?" he asked.  "M-m-m-m, yeah!" Babe exclaimed.

   "No way," he scoffed, slowing down the pace.

   Babe looked over her shoulder.  "Huh?"

   "No way I'm gonna let you come unless you beg for mercy," he insisted.

   Babe bit her lip in frustration.  She was ready to explode but knew she
couldn't reach orgasm unless he drove her to it.  "Okay,"she conceded. 
"Mercy."

   "You call that beggin'?" he laughed.  "Try again.  Louder."

   "Mercy!" Babe shouted.

   "Again!" he demanded.  "Beg for it,bitch!"

   "Oh-h-h!  Have mercy!  Uh-h!  Give it to me good!  Fuck my cunt!  Rub my
clit!  Stick your fingers up my ass!  O-oh!  Please!  Please!  I'm begging
you!"

   "That's more like it," Jo-Jo snickered, driving all five of his fingers
into Babe's yawning trap.  "Now you'll get the fucking you richly deserve!"


   He began pounding his hips against the cheeks of her ass, drilling his
tool deeply into her drooling gash, his right hand saturated as he ground
his knuckles against her torrid clit.

   As if Babe didn't have enough to handle, Billy suddenly knelt before
her, brandishing a fresh hard-on in her face.  "I hate to see a beautiful
mouth go to waste," he smiled, guiding his stiff pole between her parted
lips.

   Babe willingly accepted his cock, rolling her tongue around its bloated
head before gobbling his solid stem down to the balls.  Billy rested his
hands on the top of her head and pumped his plump pecker down her gulping
throat.

   Meanwhile, Jo-Jo kept jamming his fingers into Babe's mineshaft, humped
her hot honey pot and pinched her pink pearl of a clit while grunting,
"Uh-h!  Uh-h!  Uh-h!  What a cunt!  O-o- o!  Ah-h-h-h!"

   The harder he fucked her, the faster Babe feasted on Billy's delectable
dick.  Savoring her sweet sucking, he reached under her arms to clutch her
dangling tits and yank her nipples.  "Oh-h-h-h!" Billy groaned.  "Suck that
cock!  Oh-h, baby, yeah!  Eat me!  Chew that bone, bitch!  Ah-h-h-h!  I
wanna' come in your hot mouth!  M-m-m!"

   Babe fucked and sucked with a vengeance, racing toward an awesome
climax. Both cocks slid in and out, in and out at opposite ends of her
body. Her asshole burned with pleasure, her clit a powder keg about to
ignite.

   Billy was the first to come, grabbing Babe by the scruff of the neck,
thrusting his cock as far into her mouth as it would go and unleashing a
deluge of warm cream that she hungrily swallowed.  The taste of his rich
essence was enough to trigger Babe's orgasm.  She became as rigid as a
statue, flexing every muscle in her body, her snatch tightening its grip on
Jo-Jo's jabbing joystick, absorbing every inch.  Then she quivered and
quaked, digging her nails into the mat, her flesh moist with a cold sweat.

   Jo-Jo took one last stab at her slit, forcing his hard meat deep into
her succulent cavern, injecting his white juice into her luscious love
canal.  He grunted and groaned, writhing in absolute ecstasy, grinding his
cock in her velvety vise until every drop of his bittersweet sap had filled
her to the core.

   At the pinnacle of pleasure, Babe felt herself losing consciousness. 
Her head began to spin, her body felt electrified, black spots appeared
before her eyes.  She collapsed like a rag doll, the side of her face
pressed against the mat, her mind sliding away into darkness .. .

   Chapter Seven

   When Babe came to, she saw Jo-Jo and Billy hovering over her with
relieved expressions.  A cold, wet cloth had been applied to her forehead
and she was covered with someone's warm-up jacket.

   "Are you okay?" asked Billy.

   "Mm, what happened?" she moaned.

   "You passed out," said Jo-Jo.

   "Really?" Babe seemed surprised.  "That never happened to me before. 
That was some workout!"

   "I guess it got a little out of hand," said Billy apologetically.

   "Are you kidding?" said Babe.  "It was great!  A little intense, but
great."

   "Can we get you anything?" asked Jo-Jo.  "A drink, perhaps?"

   "No, thanks," said Babe, sitting up with the jacket against her chest.
"Mind if I slip into this?"

   Jo-Jo shrugged.  "By all means."

   "Ah ...  this may sound a little weird," said Billy, "but we haven't
been introduced." "I'm Babe McKay," she told him.

   "Babe McKay?  Hm-m.  Sounds familiar." "I'm in the business."

   "A singer?"

   Babe nodded proudly.  "Lead vocal in an all girl band."

   "No shit," grinned Billy.

   "Yeah.  That's why I'm here.  I heard you guys are looking for an
opening act."

   "We're looking for our own act," smirked Jo-Jo.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, we're trying to get our shit together."

   "What's the problem?"

   "His Royal Highness is on Cloud Nine." "Who?  What?"

   "Derek.  We call him His Royal Highness.  He's stoned out of his mind
twenty-four hours a ay.

   "Derek's a junkie?" gasped Babe.

   "Worse," sighed Billy.  "He's an alcoholic.  His bloodstream's ninety
proof."

   "He sits around the house all day talking to himself," said Jo-Jo.  "He
won't practice, he won't sober up.  We thought that announcing a tour would
pull us together, but instead we're on the brink of a breakup."

   "Haven't the rest of you tried to help him?" asked Babe.

   "Of course we have.  But Derek won't listen to anybody.  The guy's bent
on self-destruction."

   "This is terrible!" Babe shuddered.  "Why is he doing this to himself?"

   "He can't handle life in the fast lane," Jo-Jo assumed.  "The fame, the
fortune, the whole rat race of getting to the top and staying there."

   "Where is he, anyway?" asked Babe.

   "The attic."

   "Where?"

   "Upstairs.  In his own ivory tower.  It's his hiding place from the
world.  He just sits up there and drinks all day."

   "Can I see him?"

   "If you like, but I have to warn you, he doesn't like visitors."

   "Well, that's too bad," said Babe, rising to her feet.  "I'm going up
there right now and I'm not coming down until he comes with me." "Good
luck," muttered Billy, casting a skeptic glance at Jo-Jo.

   Babe marched upstairs, determined to bring Derek to his senses.  When
she reached the attic at the top of a narrow flight of steps, however, she
found the door locked.  She rapped gently.  No response.  She knocked
harder.  No answer.  She pounded on the door.

   "Who's there?" A gruffy voice demanded.  "A friend," she replied.

   "I don't have any," Derek shot back.  "Go away!"

   "Open up," Babe insisted.  "I need to see you."

   "I don't want to see anybody, friend or foe!" Babe sighed and tried a
different tact.  "I brought you something."

   "I'm not hungry."

   "Something to drink," she said.

   There was a moment of silence, then Derek unlocked the door.  As he
opened it, Babe barged in.

   "Hey!  Who the hell are you, anyway?" Derek grumbled, garbed only in a
black silk robe and holding an empty glass in his hand.  His spiky brown
hair was disheveled, his eyes at half-mast and his face shrouded with
two-day's growth of beard.

   "My name is Babe McKay," she introduced herself.

   "Where's the booze?" he asked.

   "You don't need anymore of that," said Babe, slamming the door shut.

   "That's what you think," Derek muttered.

   "My God," Babe shuddered.  "Look at yourself."

   "I'd rather not, thank you very much," he quipped, staggering around the
attic, tripping over an assortment of accumulated junk.  "Well, how do you
like the place?  I'd have tidied up if I knew you were coming." He tried to
catch one more drop of whiskey on the tip of his tongue, but when he
realized the glass was dry, he tossed it aside, smashing it against the
wall.  "This room is a replica of the inside of my brain," he rambled. 
"Note the clutter."

   "Perhaps if you'd stop drinking, your mind would be clear," Babe
suggested.

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Whatever you say.  Listen, I've got some scotch. 
Care for a sip?"

   Babe gaped in disbelief as Derek reached into his robe pocket and pulled
out a small bottle of whiskey.  Impulsively, she snatched the booze from
his hand and smashed the bottle against the wall.

   "Are you crazy?" shouted Derek.  "That was my last bottle!"

   "Good," said Babe.  "Now you can start sobering up."

   "Why?" "There's work to be done."

   "Ah, work, work, work," Derek grimaced.  "You've got a tour to prepare
for," Babe reminded him.

   "Fuck it.  I resign.  I don't want to be a rock star anymore.  It sucks.
Besides, I don't really have any talent."

   "How can you say that?" gasped Babe, failing to her knees before him. 
"I worship you."

   "Oh, yeah?" Derek belched.  He reached into his robe and whipped out his
cock.  "Worship this.  "

   He was trying to shock her, but it was Derek who was shocked when Babe
gladly wrapped her lips around his drooping appendage and tried to suck
life into it.  After a few minutes without success, Babe withdrew his mouth
and looked up at him.  "What's wrong?" she asked.

   "Nothing," Derek replied.  "I just can't get it up anymore."

   "You mean ..."

   "I'm impotent," Derek admitted.

   "Don't be silly," Babe scoffed.  "It's just all the liquor you've been
drinking."

   "I wish it were," he sighed wistfully, "but the truth of the matter is
that I went limp long before I became an alcoholic.  That's one of the
reasons I drown my sorrow."

   "Were you ever able to have an erection?"

   "Sure.  In fact, I used to pop chicks around the clock, five or six of
them a day.  Maybe I wore my dick out.  Anyway, when the groupies come by,
I send them to Jo-Jo or Billy or Chris or Ace."

   "You poor thing!" cried Babe sympathetically, throwing her arms around
his neck and pressing Derek's head against her bosom.  "You're the lead
singer of the world's hottest rock band and you can't even get it up."

   "Yeah," he groaned.  "What I wouldn't do to be able to perform again . .
.  on stage and in bed."

   Babe pushed his head away.  "What would you do?" she asked curiously.

   "Huh?"

   "Suppose I could get you off.  How would you repay me?"

   Derek shrugged.  "Name your price."

   "How about a gig as the opening act on your next tour."

   "You?"

   "And my band."

   "Are you any good?"

   Babe smiled and ran her fingernails along the lapel of his robe.  "The
best you'll ever have." "No, I meant your band," said Derek.  "We're the
best," claimed Babe.  "Next to The Boys, of course."

   "Of course," he immodestly agreed.  "So it is a deal?"

   Derek frowned doubtfully.  "Don't waste your time.  If the
highest-priced hookers haven't been able to cure me, I doubt you'll have
any success."

   "It's worth a try," Babe murmured, slipping her hand into his robe and
rubbing his chest.

   "As you wish," shrugged Derek.

   Babe tugged on the belt of his robe and unloosened the knot.  As she
slipped the silk garment off his shoulders, it fell silently to the floor.
Totally naked, Derek just stood there and watched as Babe unzipped her
warm-up jacket and unveiled her irresistible charms.  He admired the
voluptuous beauty of her body, but it had no immediate effect on his limp
penis.

   Undaunted, Babe reached out and grazed his chest with her long
fingernails, sliding her hands along the sides of his slender torso.  She
noticed a mattress conveniently tucked in a corner of the room.  "I want
you to lie down," she told Derek.

   The light-headed rock star flashed a silly grin, then trudged obediently
to the mattress.  As he reclined, Babe knelt beside him and began massaging
his thighs.  "Just relax," she mur- mured.  "Close your eyes and relax. 
I'll take care of everything."

   Babe explored his body with her soothing hands, kneading his weary
muscles, pampering his flesh, keeping a watchful eye on his flaccid
phallus. After a few moments of her tender caresses, Derek was fast asleep,
but that didn't discourage Babe.  She knew he was more likely to respond to
her intimate touch in a state of total relaxation.

   She bowed her head and let her curly mane of hair brush across his
chest, down his belly and around his crotch and inner thighs.  Then, while
she rolled his testicles in the palm of her hand, she nibbled gently on his
nipples, flicking her tongue and pressing her lips against his hard chest.
Soon she was licking his belly, sliding her drooling tongue in and out of
his belly button, skirting the fringes of his pubic hair, momentarily
avoiding the cock to swab his bulging thighs.

   Derek stirred in his sleep, but his prick was as soft as ever.  Babe
decided to apply intensive stimulation.- She began by rolling his flexible
phallus between the palms of her hands, as if molding clay.  She made a
fist around the shaft and gently jerked his lazy member.  She used her
tongue to tickle his balls and tease the tender crown of his tool, igniting
the first spark.  Derek's dick started to bloom in her hand, expanding
slowly, rising to a partial erection.

   Pushing his love lever back against his belly, Babe licked its underside
like a lollipop, in long, luscious strokes.  Her talented tongue slid
smoothly from his bloated sac to the bulbous head of his swelling manhood.
Soon, Derek's cock was as vertical as a flagpole and Babe couldn't resist
savoring its succulent mass.  She spread her juicy lips and devoured his
delectable dick, sliding her moist mouth up and down the rigid shaft of his
throbbing pillar of pleasure.

   Derek stirred again, this time flexing the taut muscles in his thighs,
obviously responding to Babe's passionate cock sucking.  She pumped his
prick slowly, nibbling the knob, plunging her drooling mouth down the solid
stem, drenching his raw meat with her warm saliva.  And as she siphoned his
hard hunk of beef, Babe bobbled his balls with her dainty fingers,
titillating his testicles as she tantalized his tool.

   Babe worked wonders with her swirling tongue, gaping lips and hungry
mouth, alternating between sucking his rod in deep, lingering strokes and
licking the entire length and breadth of his towering dick, amused as Derek
squirmed half-asleep, half-awake, definitely aroused.

   "O-o-o-o, you're so huge," she murmured softly, sensuously, stroking his
ego as she stroked his manhood.  "No wonder all the girls want to get into
your zipper.  You're packing the biggest sex pistol I've ever seen!" Which
was a slight exaggeration, but Derek was buying it.  He groaned in his
semi-consciousness and smiled blissfully.

   "M-m-m-m ..." moaned Babe as she closed her lips tightly around his
jutting joystick and bobbed her head up and down, up and down.  As she
stuffed her face with his succulent cock, she clawed his gaping thighs and
curled his pubic hair with her twirling fingertips.

   Derek's groaning grew louder and louder, his hips now writhing as Babe
feasted on his looming love muscle from top to bottom.  After romancing his
bone for what seemed like hours, she paused to admire his firm phallus,
drenched and glistening, pink and potent.  Hot for some cock between her
legs, Babe decided to mount his lusty lance and ride it for all it was
worth.  She straddled Derek's hips, pried apart her juicy pussy lips with
her fingertips and lowered her scintillating snatch onto her horny quarry.

   As Derek's bulging boner penetrated her saucy squeezebox, Babe gasped
with ecstasy, slowly sliding down his stiff shaft, impaled on his pulsating
pleasure pole.  Securely in the saddle, she set her love machine in motion,
springing off her knees, rising and falling on Derek's rigid rocket.  While
she greased his pole, Babe leaned forward and slid her fingertips up his
chest to his broad shoulders.  Then, as she slowly clawed his flesh in a
downward motion, the sensation woke Derek from his restless sleep.  He
opened his eyes and gazed up at Babe's smiling face.  Then, when he peered
down and saw her gaping gash bounding up and down on his hard cock, his
lips spread into a big grin.  "You did it!" he exclaimed.  "I'm . . .  I'm
cured!"

   "Shut up and fuck me," Babe demanded, grinding her pussy against his
firm, phallic filet.

   As Derek pumped his pecker up and into Babe's slick socket, he reached
for her tits.  He clutched her full, firm mounds and pinched her pert, pink
nipples until they resembled a pair of eraser tips.  Responding to his
passionate touch, Babe leaned forward and dangled her boobs over his face.
Derek flicked his tongue at her swaying nipples, lunged his head to nibble
on her scrumptious nuggets and took turns sucking each of her mouthwatering
mammas.

   Eluding his clutches, Babe leaned back and let him get a good look at
her wet, yawning slit as it slid up and down his slick prick.  She
performed like an erotic belly dancer, her torso writhing, her hips jerking
in and out, up and down, gyrating round and round, churning his husky flesh
harpoon in her red hot, pleasure slot.

   "Oh-h-h-h, Babe!" Derek sighed.  "That feels so-o-o good!"

   "You're not gonna come, are you?" she wondered anxiously.

   "Oh, no, not yet," he assured her.  "It's been so long . . .  I don't
even want to come.  I just want to keep it up for as long as I can!"

   "Good.  That's the way I like my fuckin' .. .  hard, deep and endless!"

   "M-m-m ...  you're incredible," said Derek.

   "M-m-m . . .  you're damned right I am,"

   Babe agreed.  "So does this mean we get the gig?"

   "What gig?"

   Babe abruptly stopped moving.

   "Only teasing!  Only teasing!" laughed Derek.

   "You'd better be," she warned.  "I like getting fucked, but I don't like
getting screwed.  You know what they say about a woman's scorn."

   "Hell hath no fury?"

   "You'd better believe it, sweetheart.  So, are we or are we not your
opening act?" "That depends."

   "On what?"

   "On whether you perform encores."

   "Honey," Babe replied, "you promise me that gig and I'll guarantee you
get your own private encore each and every night."

   It was a proposition Derek could hardly refuse.  "It's a deal," he
agreed, extending his hand.

   When Babe reached to shake it, Derek grabbed her by the wrist and pulled
her on top of him.  They embraced tightly, sealing the deal with a
passionate kiss.  Then Derek impetuously rolled Babe onto her back,
assuming the missionary position.  He tore his lips away from hers and
declared, "Now let's really get down to business!"

   Pinning her wrists to the mattress, Derek balled Babe in long, grinding
strokes, burying his bone to the balls in her deep, damp tunnel of lust. 
Riveted beneath him, Babe spread her legs wide apart, welcoming his eager
blade into the snug slot of her torrid twat.

   "O-o-o, yeah!  " gasped Derek as he spread her sweet, saucy snatch.

   "Uh!  Give it to me!  Give it to me good!" cried Babe, spurring him on.
"Drive that dick in deep!"

   Derek's prowess surprised Babe.  For a man who hadn't been able to get
it up, let alone keep it up, for so long, he sure put this erection to good
use.  Despite his impulsive passion, Derek was in complete control of his
lustful emotions.  There didn't seem to be any danger of his coming
prematurely.  In fact, Babe wondered if she could hold out as long as he
obviously intended.

   Derek released her wrists so that he could fill his hands with Babe's
sumptuous breasts.  He stroked and squeezed her luscious tits, licking
their stubby nipples with his long, slippery tongue.  As he sucked hard on
her pink flesh melons, Derek swiveled his pelvis, winding his hips between
her creamy, thighs and goring her gaping gash.  His hard meat simmered in
her love gravy and delved into the deepest recesses of her vibrant cunt.

   As Derek feasted on her jutting jugs, Babe buried her fingers in his
thick brown hair and lifted her hips to meet the thrusts of his lunging
love weapon.  "Uh!  Uh!" she grunted each time he pierced her sugar lips
and filled her honey hole with his throbbing manhood.  The heat between
them kept getting more and more intense.  Babe hoisted her legs and locked
her ankles against the small of his back in a desperate effort to accept
more of his cock than he could spare.  Derek kept right on pounding his
power tool into her tight box, his balls lapping against her crotch as he
entered and reentered her juicy crack.  He was insatiable in his desire,
reveling in his sexual reawakening.

   Inspired by his potency and vigor, Derek forced Babe to untangle her
legs, then took hold of her ankles and lifted her lower limbs off the
mattress.  He rested Babe's shapely calves against his chest and, kneeling
before her, harpooned her drooling beaver with his darting dick.

   "Oh-h-h!  Oh-h-h!" Babe shuddered, massaging her breasts and rolling her
head from side to side in absolute ecstasy.

   While he skewered her succulent snatch, Derek ran his hands up and down
Babe's legs and sank his teeth into one of her ankles.  She squirmed with
pain and pleasure, but begged for more.  "Oh- h-h, yeah!  Yeah, baby! 
You're the king!  M-m-m!  You're number one with a bullet!  Uh-h!  Uh-h! 
Prove it to me, baby!  Take it to the limit!  Oh-h-h!"

   "So much for the A side," quipped Derek, gently lowering Babe's legs. 
"Let's try the flip side."

   He rolled her over onto her stomach and had her assume the doggie
position.  Kneeling behind her, Derek reinserted his flesh torpedo into
Babe's hot little honey pot.  Clutching her waist, he slammed his hips
against the firm cheeks on her ass, jamming his rigid ramrod harder and
deeper than ever into her quivering twat.

   Babe bit her lips and pressed her fingernails into the mattress as she
savored the sweet sensation of Derek's bulging prick plunging again and
again into her tight, titillated orifice.  She felt like an animal, a
submissive bitch dominated by a beast in heat, overpowered by a lust that
knew no shame or inhibition, a slave of her own wanton desire.

   Derek's hands were all over even as he relentlessly prodded her helpless
pussy.  His fingers raked her arching back, pried apart her bulging
buttocks, clutched her waist and reached for her dangling tits.  As he
groped her jugs, Derek furiously jerked his hips back and forth, repeatedly
injecting his stiff shaft into her sultry slit.  Babe wailed with delight,
writhing in his grasp, trembling with ecstasy.

   Like a racer aboard a streaking chariot, Derek wrapped hanks of her hair
in his fists and leaned back, bumping and grinding his sweaty groin against
her moist gash, grunts and groans punctuating his savage thrusts.  "Uh! 
Uh! Uh!  Uh!  Mm!  Oh!  Ah!"

   "Oh-h!  Faster!  Faster!" Babe pleaded.  "Uh-h!  Come on, baby!  Uh-h! I
want your cock!  Mm, yeah!"

   Derek gleefully obliged, drilling her hole as if he had a jackhammer
between his legs.  He let go of Babe's hair so that he could clutch her
thighs, bracing himself as he mercilessly banged her tender joybox.  He
could feel Babe's willpower weakening.  She was close to coming and had he
continued the fevered pace of his lustful indulgence, Babe wouldn't have
lasted another minute.  So he gradually slowed down to a near standstill.

   "Oh, come on!" Babe squirmed in frustration.  "Don't tease me!"

   "Patience, luv.  I aim to please, not tease," Derek reassured her.  To
prove it, he stroked her thighs and slipped one of his hands into her
crotch.  While he remained firmly embedded in her cunt, smoothly sliding
his instrument of pleasure in and out, Derek delicately fingered Babe's
excitable clit.

   "Ah-h-h!" she gasped, straightening up so that her back was against his
chest.  She placed one hand on his hip and wound her other arm around his
neck, twisting her head around to kiss him.

   As he forced his tongue into Babe's gaping mouth, Derek cupped one of
her breasts and continued rubbing her throbbing love button, his cock
churning in her creamy snatch.  Their passion ebbed and flowed like the
waves on a calm but vast sea of emotion, up and down, in and out, through
and through.

   Salty tears of rapture streamed down Babe's face, trickling into both of
their mouths.

   "What's the matter?" asked Derek.

   "Nothing," wept Babe.  "It just feels so good!"

   He chuckled, then licked the tears off her cheeks and resumed their
intimacies.  He twisted her hard nipples between his fingertips, rolled her
juicy clit with his middle finger and pumped his raw prick up her
tantalizing twat, more determined than ever to treat her to a finale she
would never forget.

   "Time out," said Derek, withdrawing his trusty tool.

   "What's next?" asked Babe.

   "I want you to sit on my face," he told her, reclining on the mattress.
"I want to eat your pussy."

   "Now you're talkin'," Babe enthusiastically consented.  "Better yet ...
you do me and I'll do you," she suggested.  "A la 69."

   Derek smacked his lips in approval.  "Babe, you're a girl after my own
heart."

   In no time flat, Babe had her cunt parked in Derek's face while her own
mouth was buried in his crotch.  Laying on his back with Babe on top,
clutching the cheeks of her ass, Derek scoured her luscious pink slit with
his curling, swirling tongue, savoring the bittersweet nectar that seeped
from her scrumptious twat.

   Babe was just as hungry for his cock, licking his looming love pole into
shape, then exploring its dimensions with her drooling lips.  Her mouth
opened wide to receive his towering tool and richly sucked his crimson rod
from head to scrotum, sliding smoothly and swiftly up and down its sinewy
shaft.

   Derek's tongue snapped like a whip, lashing Babe's luscious labia and
titillating her sensitive clitoris.  He probed and prodded her pink pearl,
gluttonously smothering his lips in her saucy snatch, wallowing in her wet
womb, raking her flexing buttocks as he feasted on her furry fissure.

   Babe countered by grazing his cock with her teeth and clawing his gaping
thighs.  She tugged hard on the knob of his manhood with her puckered lips
and massaged his bloated balls, sending shivers of ecstasy throughout
Derek's writhing body.  Her head bobbed faster and faster as she worked her
mouth all the way up and down his throbbing member.  She wanted him to come
in her mouth.  She wanted to taste his creamy essence.

   Sensing that the end was near, Derek pulled out all the stops and drove
his tongue deeper into Babe's grinding gash.  He flicked and fluttered his
drooling muscle, thoroughly tantalizing her burning clit.

   "Mmm!  Mmm!" moaned Babe, sucking harder and harder on his stiff dick,
helplessly hurtling toward a powerful climax, desperate to make Derek come
at the same time.

   Racing to the finish line, Derek pressed his tongue against Babe's
volatile love button and ignited her orgasm.  Her cunt quivered in his
grasp, creaming his face with her hot juice.  "Mmm!  Mmm!  Mmmmm!" she
groaned, stuffing Derek's hard meat down her throat and squeezing his
balls.

   "Ah-h-h!  Ah-h-h!" Derek gasped, stiffening his legs and firing his
white hot paste into Babe's mouth.  "AHHHHHH!"

   Babe swallowed the first ejaculation, then removed her mouth from his
prick and watched it bubble over like a volcano.  As Derek's jizz oozed
from its cannon, Babe licked it like an ice cream cone.  She wrapped her
fist around the shaft and pumped until every drop of cum had been extracted
and devoured.

   When she was finished, Babe wiped her lips with her tongue and released
Derek's shriveling cock.  Smiling contentedly, she cuddled in his embrace.

   "How was that for an audition?" she asked.

   Utterly exhausted but utterly satisfied, Derek could think of nothing
else to say except, "Bravo."

   The first date on The Boys' world tour was in Los Angeles and not only
did the headliners rock the house, but their opening act was an immediate
success.  By the time the group had completed its set, the crowd was on its
feet chanting, "Babe!  Babe!  Babe!  Babe!" The girls were so well-received
that Derek brought them back to join The Boys during their encores.

   After the show, both groups were driven to the best hotel in town where
they had a private celebration in the presidential suite.  Everyone got
roaring drunk on champagne and euphoria and before anyone knew what was
happening, a full-scale orgy was in progress.

   Kiki was the first to shed her clothes and inaugurated the festivities
by going down on Ace, who casually stripped while she sucked his rising
cock.  Watching the two of them getting it on got everybody else in a horny
mood.  Suzy chose Billy, Candy paired with Chris, Babe tapped Jo-Jo and
Julia decided to take on both Derek and Henderson.  Every one of them
discarded their clothing, cleared furniture and got down on the floor for
some hard-driving, no holds barred fucking and sucking to celebrate their
rousing success and consummate their lucrative alliance.

   After sufficiently fortifying his lusty lance with her luscious mouth,
Kiki mounted Ace and slipped his dick deep into her creamy crack.  She
bounced up and down, flapping her big tits and greasing his pole with her
juicy cunt.  "O-o-o-o, yeah!  Come on, baby!  Grind it!" said Ace,
clutching her waist and writhing beneath her.  As she humped his horn, Kiki
raked his belly with her sharp red fingernails and rolled her tongue around
her glossy pink lips.

   Meanwhile, Suzy and Billy indulged in some intense foreplay.  She was
stretched out on the floor, her legs spread wide with Billy's middle finger
slowly sliding in and out of her pussy while he licked and sucked each of
her pert, throbbing nipples.  She, in turn, took his cock in hand and
stroked his firm, flexing phallus, eager to sink his bulging manhood into
her moist vaginal valley of passion.

   Candy and Chris wasted no time agreeing on their method of pleasure. 
She was slouched on the couch with Chris kneeling between her gaping
thighs, lapping her luscious labia with his drooling tongue.  As he reached
up to squeeze her tits and twist her jutting nipples between his
fingertips, Chris rolled his tongue in lazy circles around and around
Candy's tender clit, guiding her on a short cut to ecstasy.

   Babe and Jo-Jo were already intimately acquainted and felt free to take
whatever liberties they so desired.  She got down on all fours while he
slipped her the hot beef injection from behind.  Babe squealed with delight
as Jo-Jo bumped her butt with his hard belly, jamming her juicy joy box
with his taut, tantalizing tool.

   It was Julie, however, who got off to the best start.  Sprawled out on
her back, she had Derek buried to his balls in her tight twat and Henderson
straddling her shoulders, sliding his huge prick in and out of her gaping
mouth.  She pumped her hips to the rhythm of Derek's slow, grinding thrusts
and sucked in her cheeks as she devoured every inch of Henderson's meaty
manhood.

   Joined at the crotch, Kiki and Ace wrestled for dominance.  One minute
Kiki would be on top, filling Ace's hands with her jiggling jugs while she
bounced up and down on his looming love pole.  The next minute, Ace would
topple her and nail Kiki's ass to the floor, forcefully fucking her hot
pussy until she begged for mercy.

   By now, Suzy and Billy were involved in their own gymnastics, entwined
in the sixty-nine position and having a picnic in each other's crotch. 
Suzy sucked and savored Billy's big cock as if she were a dog hungrily
gnawing on a bone.  Billy sank his nimble tongue deep into Suzy's
mouthwatering muff and succulently swabbed her tantalized clitoris.

   Chris had just finished up licking Candy's sweetmeat and was now pumping
his plump pecker between her sugar walls.  Laying on the seat of the couch
with Chris kneeling between her yawning thighs, Candy pinched her nipples
as she watched Chris' titantic tool slide smoothly in and out of her juicy
crack.  He stroked her thighs, grunted and groaned, grinding his organ
deeper and deeper into her velvety gash.

   In the meantime, Babe had her cheek against the floor, her ass up in the
air and Jo-Jo's long, hard prick drilling her love hole from behind.  Down
and in he plunged, boring to the core of her tight tunnel of lust, piercing
her throbbing pussy again and again and again.

   Julie and her two frisky studs changed positions.  She propped herself
on her hands and knees to service Derek's stiff dick while Henderson humped
her hot slit from behind.  As she slid her thick lips back and forth over
Derek's rigid rod, he caressed her cheek and hissed with sublime
satisfaction.  Henderson wasn't nearly as restrained.  He clawed Julie's
firm, rounded buttocks and pried apart the cheeks of her ass so he, could
get a good look at his cock as it squeezed into her tight, juicy box.  He
grunted and groaned, passionately prodding her cunt with his meaty spear,
delving deeply into her dark, damp den of desire.

   Babe was the first to come, squealing with delight as Jo-Jo jammed his
joystick fast and hard into her creamy crevice, filling her to the brim
with his sizzling sap.  When he finally withdrew, Babe crawled over to
where she had discarded her clothes and started to dress.

   "Where are you going?" asked Jo-Jo, stretched out on the floor.

   "I'm tired," she replied.  "I'm gonna take a shower and get some rest."

   "Party-pooper," Jo-Jo remarked.

   "You're not leaving, are you?" said Candy, looking up from beneath
Chris' hovering body.  "I'll see you all tomorrow," Babe announced.

   "Have fun."

   "Good night," somebody moaned.

   As she was walking out the door, Babe glanced back and noticed that
everybody had converged into one pile of writhing flesh, groping and
grinding, sucking and fucking.  She smiled approvingly and closed the door
behind her.

   Babe trudged half way down the hotel corridor and let herself into her
room.  Once inside, she tossed the key onto the bed and undressed again en
route to the bathroom.  The plan was to shower, slip into something
comfortable and get at least eight hours of sleep.  Her mind was reeling
from the band's triumphant concert appearance, but she had to unwind and
prepare herself for the rest of what promised to be a grueling tour.  She
clicked on the television for companionship and shed the last of her
undergarments, then entered the bathroom.  She brushed her teeth while
listening to rock videos and gargled in tune with a familiar song.

   The shower rejuvenated Babe.  Cleansing herself in the soothing hot
spray, she imaged she was standing beneath a tropical waterfall.  She slid
a bar of soap against her smooth flesh, lathering her breasts, her belly
and her inner thighs, scrubbing away the grime of a hard night's work and a
hard night's pleasure.  Her nipples grew hard as frothy suds streamed down
her body, settling like sea foam in her pubic hair and dripping through the
groove of her pouting pussy lips.

   Invigorated by the sensation, she leaned back against the blue tile
walls and spread her legs, allowing the shower spray to pour on her gaping
slit.  While the tingling warm water tantalized her twat, Babe lathered her
hands, then applied her sudsy fingers to her throbbing clitoris.  She
massaged her volatile lovebutton in slow, circular motions, titillating
herself to the point of no return.  Lust dictated that she masturbate to
climax, drenching herself in waves of ecstasy.

   But just as Babe was about to explode, she suddenly paused, realizing
that something wasn't right.  She turned off the water and listened
carefully.  There was no sound coming from the other room.  She reached for
a towel and wrapped it around her, then quietly, cautiously, stepped out of
the bathtub.

   Babe moved slowly to the doorway and peeked outside.  The TV set had
been turned off, but there wasn't anyone in the room.  "Anybody there?" she
asked nervously.  There was no reply.

   She inched her way into the room, sidestepping to the night table beside
the bed and reaching for the telephone.

   Suddenly a huge figure leaped out from behind the drawn window curtain.
"Boo!"

   Babe nearly jumped out of her skin.  "Omigosh!" she gasped.

   It was Bull, grinning from ear to ear.  "Surprise!  "

   "How the hell did you get in here?" Babe angrily demanded to know.

   The husky bodyguard flashed a credit card.  "My little backstage pass."

   "Well, get out!" she ordered.

   "Oh, come on, Babe," Bull pouted.  "That's no way to treat a guest."

   "I don't want you here," Babe insisted.

   "Would you please leave?  Or do I have to call security?"

   "But I am security."

   "That does it," she said, heading for the phone.

   As she reached for the receiver, Bull seized her wrist.  Babe tugged her
arm away from his grip.  "Allow me," he said, picking up the entire phone
single-handedly.  With one swift jerk, he pulled the wire out of the wall
and tossed the equipment aside.

   Babe gaped at him in surprise and fear.  "What do you want?" she asked.

   Bull snickered, his lecherous eyes scrutinizing her from head to toe. 
"I think you know," he said ominously.  "Remember how you left me high and
dry at the mansion?  You owe me something and I'm here to collect."

   "You must be crazy," Babe scoffed.  "Do you actually think I'd allow a
lowlife like you to lay his filthy hands on me?"

   "Why not?" he laughed.  "You've already fucked everybody else."

   Babe slapped his face so hard that the palm of her hand stung.

   But the blow merely amused Bull.  Defiantly, he moved closer.  "I've
been thinking about that pussy of yours for a long time, thinking about how
good it's gonna feel when I fuck you."

   He suddenly reached out and tore the towel away, exposing Babe's nude
body.  She tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands and arms,
but there was no hiding from Bull's leering eyes.  "Nice tits," he smirked.


   Babe slapped him again, even harder.  "Ha!" he taunted.  "Like you don't
want it." She tried to slap him again, but Bull seized her wrist and
twisted her arm behind her back.  "Ow!  You're hurting me," she complained.
"See?  I can play rough, too," he told her.  Babe tried to claw his face
with her other hand, but Bull easily subdued her.  She was helpless in his
grasp, naked and vulnerable.  "I'll ...  I'll scream!" she warned.

   "Oh, I know you will," he assured her, running his tongue up her long
neck and into her ear, sending shivers through her body.  "Especially when
I shove my big hard cock into your cunt!"

   But Babe did not scream.  In fact, she hardly resisted.  She wanted this
as much as he did, perhaps more so.  She had never been with a man this
strong, this bold, this capable of satisfying her most lustful desires. 
Anyway, it was useless to struggle.  Babe was like a puppet in his
clutches. She had no choice but to do whatever he wanted.

   "Oh, yeah!" he groaned, tightening his grip on her arms, forcing her to
thrust her big beautiful boobs in his face.

   Babe closed her eyes and leaned back as Bull nibbled on her bountiful
nuggets.  He licked and bit her pert pink nipples until they resembled a
pair of ripe cherries.  Then he gluttonously sucked each sumptuous mound of
flesh, making her swoon with ecstasy.

   "M-m-m-m . . ." he moaned, milking her jugs with his salivating lips,
grinding his groin against her belly, his stiff meat threatening to burst
from his tight jeans.

   "Think you're too good for me, huh?" Bull bitterly sneered, running his
tongue up her chest and along her neck.  "You only fuck rock stars, right?
Well, I'm gonna show you what a real man is like!"

   Bull covered her lips with his gaping mouth and jammed his tongue down
her throat.  He gradually released her wrists and used his hands to explore
her body.  He clutched and kneaded the firm but tender cheeks of her ass,
stroked her smooth, shapely back and inserted his stubby fingers into her
wet cunt.

   Hot for his flesh, Babe unzipped his fly and reached inside his jeans,
fumbling for his rigid rod.  Bull shoved her away, sending her sprawling
backwards onto the bed.  "It's my party!" he growled.

   Babe laid still while he stripped off his T-shirt, exposing his
monolithic torso with its rippling muscles.  She quivered with lust as she
watched him unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans, admiring his body as
he stood naked above her, gazing in awe at his broad shoulders, flexing
pectorals, slender waist and towering tool.

   He stared down at her cunt, hungrily wetting his lips with his tongue.
"I'll bet you've got a real tasty pussy," he said.  "Yeah.  I'll bet it
tastes just fine!"

   With a strength that astounded her, Bull squatted, wrapped his arms
around Babe's thighs and lifted her right off the bed.  She hung upside
down, her legs spread apart, and her slit within inches of his mouth.  As
she dangled over the bed, Bull feasted on Babe's gaping gash.

   "M-m-m-m, the flavor I savor!" he remarked, lapping her luscious labia,
plunging his tongue into the creamy depths of her snatch, his whole mouth
immersed in her muff as if sucking the juice out of an exotic fruit.

   Babe moaned with undeniable pleasure, folding her arms and cradling her
breasts, the blood rushing to her head.  She felt as if she were
weightless, floating in space, her calves draped over Bull's shoulders, his
huge hands wrapped around her slender waist, holding her up.  His wicked
tongue toyed with Babe's throbbing clit, flicking her tender lovebutton as
if it were a switch, swabbing it in long, drooling strokes, prodding her
pink pearl until she twitched and trembled.

   He thoroughly tantalized her succulent snatch, but deliberately stopped
just shy of an orgasm.  His purpose was to get her worked up for greater
pleasures to follow, to make her hunger for more that he had in store.

   He lowered Babe gently onto the bed and let her lay there for a few
moments, writhing in frustration.  "Oh-h-h-h!" she groaned, rubbing her
cunt, shuddering as Bull looked on smugly.

   Then, standing at the edge of the bed, brandishing his long, thick
manhood, he coldly issued his command.  "Get up, bitch!  Get over here and
suck my cock!"

   Obediently, Babe rolled onto her side, then crawled on all fours to the
edge of the bed, her face level with his crotch.

   "That's right," Bull snickered, guiding his taut tool to Babe's parted
lips.  "Now lick my dick!"

   She extended her tongue and glided its moist tip around the bloated head
of his hefty hardon.  "O-o-o-o!" sighed Bull.  "That sure feels nice!" As
Babe continued to lap his sinewy shaft, he grinned contentedly.  "Good
girl. Lick it real good.  Yeah!  Don't neglect my balls.  Lick them, too!
Lick 'em and take 'em in your mouth!" Babe complied, lapping then sucking
his sagging sac, running her thick lips up and down the solid straight stem
of his looming lance.

   "Okay, Babe," he said.  "Now open your pretty little mouth and eat my
meat!"

   Subservient to his request, Babe enveloped his flesh pole with her
luscious lips and slowly devoured his prick to the ball.  Bull placed his
hands on each side of her head and began moving back and forth, pumping his
passion prong in and out of her mouth.

   "Oh-h, yeah!" he gasped.  "Suck that dick!"

   Bull's hands felt like a vise pressing against her skull, holding her
head captive as he forced his phallus up and down her gullet.  "O-o-o-o,
that feels so good!  M-m-m-m!" he taunted.  "You sure know how to suck
cock, Babe!  Yeah, I'll bet you love to eat dick!"

   Indeed she did.  In fact, giving head to Bull was as gratifying for Babe
as having her pussy licked.  His prick was so long and thick that the
sensation of it sliding in and out of her mouth got her hotter by the
minute.

   "I'll bet you'd like me to come in your mouth, wouldn't you?" Bull
chuckled, lunging into her gaping lips, grinding his hair crotch in her
face.  "O-o-o-o, yeah!  Make you swallow my hot jizz!  M-m-m!" He grabbed a
fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, his cock slipping out of her
mouth.  "You want to suck me some more?  Huh?"

   "Yes!" Babe breathlessly replied.

   "Then lie back," he commanded.

   Babe reclined on the bed and Bull mounted her.  He took her breasts in
his two big hands and pushed them together, then wedged his saturated
member between them and pumped.  Babe looked down and watched as his taut
torpedo slid back and forth between her tits, surging toward her face, then
retreating.  As the head of his prick rushed forward, she'd greet it with a
flick of her tongue on its bulging, pink tip.

   "Ah-h-h-h, yeah!" cried Bull, harpooning the tight space between her
firm jugs.  Then he moved up to straddle Babe's shoulders, resting his
buttocks on her breasts.  He took his cock in hand and rubbed it against
her face, stroking her cheeks and slowly gliding its moist head along her
forehead, down her nose and around the soft rim of her lips.

   Then, leaning forward, he guided his meat missile back into Babe's
mouth. "Eat it!" he gleefully demanded.  "Suck that bone dry!"

   Babe stroked his thighs as she sucked in her cheeks and siphoned his
plunging shaft.  Bull swiveled and jerked his hips, driving his dick deep
into her gulping throat.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" he grunted as his rigid ramrod
darted faster and faster, in and out of Babe's drooling orifice.

   But just when it seemed that he was determined to come, Bull withdrew
his wet wad and hopped off the bed.  "Not bad," he arrogantly declared,
"but you can do better."

   Babe said nothing, submissively awaiting instructions, willing to honor
any desire.

   "What you need, my sweet little pet, is discipline," he decided.  "Roll
onto your belly."

   Tingling with anticipation, Babe flipped over.

   "Now lift that gorgeous butt of yours," he commanded.

   Babe drew her knees up to her chest, hoisting her ass in the air.

   "Good," said Bull, admiring her delightful derriere.  Without warning,
he slapped her bottom.

   "Ow!" cried Babe.

   The blow left a red handprint on the right cheek of her raw rump.  Babe
quivered with a combination of fear and titillation.  "You deserve a
spanking, you little bitch!" Bull snapped.  "Got to teach you a lesson. 
That one was for teasing me to get into the mansion."

   "I-I'm sorry," Babe apologized.

   "Shut up!" he shouted, spanking her again.

   "Ah!" she flinched, the sting of his slap burning on the other cheek.

   "That was for tricking me just to get at the Boys.  This one," he said
with another slap, "is for looking down your snotty little nose at me.  And
this one," he declared, hitting her harder than ever, "is just for the hell
of it."

   Babe shuddered as the stings diminished.  She expected another slap, but
mercifully none was forthcoming.

   "From now on, your ass is mine!" Bull insisted.  "Understand?"

   "Yes," Babe agreed.  "Whatever you say."

   "You're damn right, whatever I say.  And you know what I say now?  I
say, I want to fuck your ass!  You hear me?"

   "Y-Yes, Bull."

   "Then what are you waiting for, slut?  Spread those gorgeous cheeks!"

   With the side of her face pressing down on the bed, Babe reached behind
her and pried apart her aching buttocks, revealing her tiny anus. 
Immediately aroused, Bull fell to his knees at the edge of the bed, leaned
forward and stuck his tongue in her tight crack.

   "Ah-h-h . . .  " Babe moaned as he licked and lubricated her hot slot.
The pain of Bull's spanking was replaced by the pleasure of his naughty
mouthpiece.  As he oiled her backdoor, Bull slipped a finger into her moist
cunt and stirred her simmering juices until both orifices were sopping wet.


   Then, as Babe held apart her tender buns, Bull stood up and directed his
throbbing rod toward its tempting target.  Babe whimpered as he gently
pressed the tip of his tool against her narrow porthole.  Bull reached down
and clutched her hips.  Then with a swift, brutal thrust, he pierced her
asshole and drove his spike deep into her snug socket.  Babe squealed like
a sow, clenching her fists in anguish and ecstasy.

   Bull proceeded to plug her delicate little hole, inch by inch, until
pleasure began to outweigh pain.  "Oh-h-h-h!" he groaned.  "I love it when
it's tight!"

   Relishing his conquest, he ran his hands up and down Babe's sloping
back, grinding his hips as he gored her throbbing anus.  "How do you like
it, Babe?  How do you like getting your ass fucked?"

   "M-m-m-m," she moaned in reply.  "I love it!"

   Bull chuckled with delight.  "Yeah, I'll bet you do, you little tramp.
I'll bet you love hard cock!"

   "Every fuckin' inch of it!" she replied.

   Babe's enthusiastic vulgarity amused and excited Bull.  It provoked his
lust and spurred his deep, savage thrusts.  "Uh!  Uh!" he grunted as he
entered and reentered her horny hatch.  "Ohh-h-h!  Gimme that hole!"

   Each time he penetrated Babe's tight little tunnel, sharp charges of
ecstasy flashed like lightning to various pleasure points throughout her
body.  Her twat tingled, her nipples throbbed, her limbs quivered as if
jolted with electricity.  It was more than she could bear, yet she hoped it
would last forever.

   "Now you know why they call me Bull," he boasted.  "Not because I'm big
and strong, but because I fuck like an animal!"

   "You are an animal!" Babe exclaimed, writhing against his potent
plunger. "A real stud!"

   "That gets you hot, doesn't it?" "Yeah!" Babe admitted.

   "Takin' it in your mouth and up your ass. .  "Yes!  Yes!"

   "Where else?"

   "M-m-m-m, in my pussy!"

   "Is that where you want me to fuck you next?"

   "Oh-h-h-h, yes!"

   "You've got to beg for it, first!" "Oh-h-h-h!  Fuck my pussy!  Please!"
"Huh?  What was that?"

   "Please ...  fuck my pussy!" "Again!  "

   "Ah-h-h-h!" she cried as he drilled his dick into her swelling anus.

   "Please!  Please!  Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck the shit out of
me!"

   "Well," said Bull dryly.  "If you insist ..." He slowly withdrew his
stiff pole from Babe's yawning rectum and reinserted it in her seething
snatch.  As his swollen rod slid smoothly into her gaping slit, Babe
propped herself up on her hands and knees, quivering and shuddering as she
absorbed his entire manhood.

   "Ah-h-h-h, that's better!" Bull remarked approvingly.  "Not too tight,
not too loose.  Hot and juicy!"

   He placed his hands on Babe's hips and began pumping his power tool in
and out of her creamy cunthole.  He started with slow, grinding strokes
that got faster and faster, harder and harder.  Soon enough, Bull was
battering her joy box, pounding his hard, muscular belly against the plump,
rosy cheeks of Babe's lovely ass.

   "Uh!  Uh!  Ah!  Oh-h-h!" she gasped as he repeatedly prodded her pussy.
Her flesh was aflame with desire, shivering as his rough hands roamed from
one end of her body to another, squeezing her dangling tits, raking her
ribs, clutching her waist as he slammed his stiff meat deeper and deeper
into her wet womb.

   Bull took his pleasure with vengeful glee.  Too many times he had been
passed over while Derek and the rest of The Boys got all the choice
groupies, just because they were rich and famous.  It was he who had the
good looks, the great body and the kind of raw passion that could make any
woman come like she never came before.  Bull took out all his frustrations
on Babe, skewering her succulent sweetmeat with his relentless rod of iron,
ravishing her flesh and fulfilling her deepest desires.

   "Come here!" he commanded, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to
rise to a kneeling position.  As he continued to drive his hard dick up and
into her hot slit, Bull wrapped one arm around her waist and fondled her
breasts with his other hand.

   "M-m-m-m ..." Babe kept moaning as he juggled her jugs, pinched her
nipples and ran his wet lips along her shoulder and up her neck.  She
reached back and caressed his jerking hips as he pricked her pussy again
and again.

   "Oh-h-h-h!  Stick it to me, Bull!" she fretfully demanded.  "Gimme that
cock!  Yeah!  Fuck me good!"

   "Easy, Babe,"' he cautioned, nibbling on her earlobe.  "Got to make it
last.  We've got a lot more fuckin' to do!"

   "Oh-h, yeah!" Babe agreed, writhing in his intimate embrace.

   "Now lie down on your back," said Bull, withdrawing his cock.  "I want
to watch your face while I'm fuckin' your sweet pussy!"

   Babe hit the bedspread and rolled over.  Slowly, she parted her legs,
exposing her moist beaver in all its gaping glory.  Bull gazed admiringly
at her wet pink slit fringed with curly tufts of pubic hair, his cock
flexing with eagerness.  He reached down and firmly grasped each of her
ankles, then lifted her legs and held them straight up, wide apart.

   "Stick it in," he told Babe, who gladly took his prick in hand and
guided it into her deep cavern of lust.

   Bull wedged every single inch of his manhood in Babe's luscious cunt. 
Clutching her ankles, he pumped his pelvis back and forth, jabbing her
tender twat with his trusty tool.  Babe watched as his pillar of solid meat
slid in and out, in and out of her love hole, his thick shaft glistening
with her juices.  She also got a titillating view of Bull's dynamic
physique.  As he plowed her, his bulging muscles flexed, shimmering with
sweat.  He was a hunk in every sense of the word, the stuff that Babe's wet
dreams were made of.  If she could just quell his anger, bring out the
gentler side of him, she could pretend to be his little sex pet when, in
fact, Bull would be the one at End of Babe's leash.

   "Oh-h!  You're the best!" she raved, biting her lip as Bull slipped her
the big one.

   "The best you've ever had?" he asked.

   "Nobody else comes close!"

   "That's more like it," he said, bearing down on her insatiable cunt. 
Bull rested Babe's legs against his body and ran his hands up and down her
thighs and calves.  Leaning forward, he was able to reach her tits,
squeezing her firm mounds until her nipples jutted like twin mountain
peaks, pink and hard to the touch.

   Then he separated her legs, forcing them wide apart as he wedged his
crotch between her thighs and rammed his pulsing phallus harder and harder
into the exquisite vise of her vibrant vagina.  Clutching her waist, he
pushed and pulled at the same time, savagely screwing her sweet,
scintillating snatch until they both worked up a sweltering sweat.

   As Babe wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck,
Bull lifted her off the bed and fucked her standing up.  She bobbed up and
down, impaled on his pole, entwined like a snake in his powerful embrace.
After pumping iron for most of his life, Bull considered Babe as light as a
feather.

   Their tongues mingled in a passionate, lingering kiss.  Babe ran her
fingers through his hair and rubbed her tits against his mighty chest, her
hot pussy squirming atop his towering joystick.  Bull waltzed her around
the room, then pinned her to a wall and nailed her nasty little lovenest
with his hammer-hard cock.

   "Oh-h-h-h!  Oh-h-h!" she cried, her back to the wall, her ass cradled in
his large, lascivious hands, his blunt instrument of pleasure relentlessly
riveting her raw gash.  "Oh-h-h-h!  You're so big!  So hard!  It feels so
good inside me!"

   "It gets better and better!" bragged Bull, moving backward toward the
bed.  He momentarily released his grip on Babe's buttocks, practically
relying on the awesome strength of his embedded cock to carry her.  Impaled
on his shaft, Babe had but to lock her arms around his neck and her legs
around his waist to keep from falling.

   Bull fell backward onto the bed, allowing Babe to assume the superior
position.  "Ride me, Babe!" he told her, relaxing while she did the work.
"Ride the bull!"

   Quivering with delight, Babe set her pelvis in motion, rising up and
down, sliding her slick slit from the knob of his manhood to the base of
its long, throbbing stem.  As she pleasured his prick, Babe pleasured
herself by caressing and clawing his bulging muscles, raking his chest and
belly with her fingernails while he fondled her tits.

   "Fuck that cock!" Bull demanded, pinching her ripe, jutting nipples and
pumping his hips to meet the steady, grinding strokes of her creamy cunt.
"Gimme that pussy, nice and easy!"

   Writhing with ecstasy, Babe leaned back and fingered her clit while
Bull's big dick surged in and out of her tight, juicy twat.  The
combination got her so hot that she panted like a beast in heat.  She
rubbed her throbbing love button with one hand and squeezed her tits with
the other, humping Bull's longhorn with a passion.

   The bodacious bodyguard was just as turned on as Babe.  It took all his
strength and discipline to stave off the sweet satisfaction of coming then
and there.  The sight of Babe's gaping slit devouring his huge love muscle
drove him wild, as did the aroma of her sex as it glistened on her fingers
and drenched his hairy crotch.  Bull was ready to pull out all the stops
and give Babe the balling of her life.

   Acting swiftly, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist.  Before
Babe knew what was happening, Bull pulled her down on top of him.  He held
her tightly for awhile, kissing her tempestuously, groping for her ass. 
Then Bull rolled over, assuming the missionary position, pinning Babe
beneath him.  He raised himself slightly and grinning down at Babe warned,
"I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"

   She spread her legs as wide as possible to accommodate him.  As Bull
propelled his meat rocket, Babe lifted her breasts and offered her hard,
protruding nipples to his hovering mouth.  Bull sucked hard on each
scrumptuous tit as he prodded her plush pleasure pit with his potent prong.


   "Oh-h, fuck me, Bull!" cried Babe, jerking her hips to the rhythm of his
deep, grinding thrust.  "M-m-m!  M-m-m!  Split me in two!  Uhh-h!  "

   Bull banged her box with the force of a locomotive, plunging his prick
in and out, in and out of her luscious love canal, his big hands gripping
the firm, flexing cheeks of her ass, his hot tongue licking his writhing
flesh and slithering deep into her gaping mouth.  Delirious with lust, Babe
clawed his back and hoisted her legs, providing maximum penetration.  Her
cunt burned with the friction of his relentless rod as it lunged back and
forth within her.  Her tender twat began to swell, becoming tighter and
tighter.  But the tighter it got, the better it felt for both of them.

   "Ah-h-h-h, baby!" Bull groaned.  "I-I can't hold back much longer!"

   "Me, neither!" Babe shuddered.  "Just a little longer!  Uh-h!  Gimme all
you've got!  M-m-m!  I want your cock so bad!  Oh-h-h-h!  We'll come
together!  M-m-m!  Yeah, baby!  Oh-h-h!  Ohhh!  "

   "Here we go!" said Bull, taking a deep breath, then forging ahead.  He
put it to her harder, faster, deeper than ever, his hips snapping back and
forth, up and down, in and out.

   Babe lowered her legs and planted the heels of her feet on the bed,
lifting her groin to absorb every hard inch of his darting love muscle. 
She squealed and grunted like an animal as the overwhelming sensation of
his forceful thrusts sent her hurtling closer and closer toward orgasm. 
"Ah-h-h!" she wailed.  "Ah-h-h!  Ah-h-h!  Ahh-h!  Oh-h-h!  Uh-h-h! 
M-m-m-m!"

   Bull's cock churned her quivering honey pot, mercilessly delving into
her creamy depths again and again and again, each jab of his meat harpoon
more devastating than the one before it.  The action got so intense that
Babe began to convulse, desperately thrashing her head from side to side,
flailing her arms and slapping Bull on the sides of his head.  "Uh-h-h-h!"
she screamed.  "Fuck me, you bastard!  Fuck me!  Uh-h-h-!  Uh-h-h-h!"

   Bull grabbed Babe's wrists to restrain her and pinned them to the bed.
Then he put her out of her ecstasy by driving his stiff dick to the hilt of
her sweet, saucy snatch.  Babe was catapulted to the summit of absolute
rapture, transcending the realm of her senses, achieving the ultimate
pleasure.  Her body stiffened, stars exploded before her eyes and the sound
of utter satisfaction rose from her gasping gullet.  "Ah-h!  Ah-h!  AH-H!
AH-H-H!"

   Bull climaxed simultaneously, his cock firing like a cannon within the
warm, wet walls of her womb.  As his rich, white love cream flowed into
her, Babe begged him for a taste.  "Hit my mouth!" she breathlessly
implored.  "Let me have your cum!  Let me lick you clean!"

   Bull hastily withdrew his gushing organ from her gaping gash and crawled
forward, spilling his seed on her belly and breasts before he was able to
stash his shaft in her drooling mouth.  Babe sucked, savored and swallowed
the rest of his bittersweet ooze before releasing his raw meat from the
tender clutches of her sensuous lips.

   Bull collapsed beside her, struggling to catch his breath and comprehend
what had just happened.  After a long silence, both of them burst out
laughing and when she found the strength, Babe scooted into the bathroom to
cleanse herself.

   Babe and Bull spent the rest of the night cuddling in bed, flipping
channels on the television set with a remote control switch.  At one point,
they tuned in a video of The Boys' latest single.

   "Turn off that crap," said Bull disdainfully.  "But, honey," said Babe.
"Those are your employers."

   "Fuck 'em," Bull remarked.

   "I already have," quipped Babe.

   Bull held her tightly and grinned.  "Sweetheart, you've fucked just
about everybody."

   "But not as good as I fucked you," she replied.

   "I'll vouch for that," Bull conceded, giving her an appreciative kiss on
the forehead.  "Now that you're a big star, you don't have to fuck anybody
to get ahead."

   "No, I don't," she agreed.  "Now I can fuck anybody just for fun."

   "You don't intend to put out for The Boys anymore, do you?"

   "Well, Bull," she teased, "I may not be able to keep them at arms
distance.  You know what they say, `boys will be boys.' "

   "Yeah, well, now that you have your own personal bodyguard, it should be
easy to separate the men from The Boys."

   "Baby," she smiled, "you already have."

   They kissed passionately, exploring each other's bodies with their
hands. In all the renewed excitement, Bull's cock got hard again.  While
Babe stroked it, he clicked off the TV.

   "Enough of that wimp music," said Bull.  "I'd rather hear you sing."

   "Oh, Bull," Babe hesitated.  "After that concert tonight, I've got to
rest my voice."

   "Aw, come on, Babe," he coaxed.  "Just one encore."

   She glanced at him slyly.  "So, it's an encore you want?"

   "Yeah," he leered.

   Babe pulled down the bed sheet, exposing Bull's naked body.  Then,
taking his stiff shaft into her fist as if it were a microphone, Babe
lowered her lips to its swollen head and softly sang:

   "A hard man is good to find, Show me yours and I'll show you mine.

   In any place, at any time, A hard man is good to find.  "

   As the last note faded, Babe took Bull's manhood into her mouth and gave
a command performance he'd never forget.

   "Ah-h-h-h!" sighed Bull.  "There's no business like show business!"
   End