Brad Harris

Part-time wife

CHAPTER ONE

The girl smiled warmly at the tall figure beside her. Her tits thrust invitingly against the soft black jersey of her dress. Her lips spread sensuously, the dim lighting at the bar picking up the tiny beads of moisture. She lifted the drink before her and took it to her mouth slowly. He watched the thrust of the luscious tits. Her eyes dropped to the firm thighs as the soft skirt draped over them. Carl waited for the young woman to turn back to him and make the offer he had been patiently awaiting all evening.

"Well," she said. "I have to be at work in the morning. If you want to fuck we'd better get on upstairs."

He smiled into the moist and seductive eyes and slid from the bar stool. She leaned back against him for a minute, then spun so that the skirt whirled about her legs and gave a provocative flash of nylon-clad thigh. She stepped against him and let her tits mash against his chest for just a moment. Then she took his arm and let him lead her through the cocktail lounge, out into the lobby of the hotel.

Carl Zweig inhaled the exotic perfume which drifted up from her. He shook her arm off and reached around her waist, pulling her against him as they walked to the elevators. His cock was pulsing slowly. He let her tit rub against his side as they walked past the small crowd of guests who wandered through the lobby. Several men he was acquainted with smiled and nodded their approval of his pick-up. They were salesmen, like Carl, who knew the importance of a good fuck at night before an important presentation the next morning.

They stepped into the elevator as the door opened. The tall salesman pressed button for his floor, then waited for the doors to slide silently closed. She was expecting his kiss as he turned to her. Her face tilted upward. Her lips parted. Her tits thrust outward, rising luxuriously in her anticipation. He felt her melt into his arms as he drew her tightly against him. She sucked his probing tongue into her mouth as their lips met. Her body quivered against him, the surging heat of his cock throbbing through pants and dress.

Damn, but she felt good! She was so soft and compliant. She'd been ready to be fucked all night. He had delayed taking her upstairs as a way of taunting her, of building up her anticipation. He had also built up his own erotic need. His body was trembling with the excitement of fucking this lovely young woman.

He had spotted her during dinner, sitting two tables away from his in the hotel dining room. Carl studied her with an experienced eye. He projected her as probably an airline stewardess. Several of the major lines used this hotel for their personnel as they waited return flights to their home field. That was one of the reasons Carl selected the Chareton when he was in this city. This was the best place to find good, young cunt.

She saw him watching her and smiled over at him. He looked at her in his way that suggested he would like to spend the evening with her. Her smile sparkled back at him, clearly giving him the invitation. He ate, watching her pick at the remainder of her dinner. She was stalling, he knew. She was waiting to leave the dining room until he was almost finished as well.

She was waiting in the lobby as he came out. She pretended to be looking over the magazines in the rack. Carl knew, though, that she was only waiting for him to approach her.

"I think we ought to top off the meal with a good drink," he said softly as he stepped beside her. "A stiff drink, a beautiful woman. What better way to end the day?"

She smiled even more warmly and suggestively as she walked with him into the hotel bar. They sat and talked, listening to the piano player, eyeing one another appreciatively. Carl refused to make the proposition she wanted to hear. He waited, knowing that he didn't have to suggest a fuck. She would. Before the evening was over she would invite him to fuck her.

Now he kissed her deeply, letting his hand drop down and caress her firm ass. His cock throbbed against her soft body. Her tits mashed lushly into his chest. The girl twisted slowly, letting him feel their fullness, their firmness, their softness.

She was gasping for breath by the time they reached his floor. He saw her glance down at his swollen cock as they walked down the hall to his door. She looked a moment at the huge bulge in his pants and shivered in anticipation. Carl patted one of her lovely young tits in reply, then pulled the key from his pocket and led her into his room.

"Now, young lady," he told her. "I'll show you what happens to little girls who tease me all night."

"Who's been teasing?" she replied, turning her back to him for his hands to reach the zipper and unzip her dress. "I've been serious all night. You were the one playing it so reserved and cautious."

He reached inside the open back of her dress, reached in and let his hands move around to her tits. He cupped the luscious globes and pulled her back against him so that his cock could press against her lovely ass. He kissed her along her shoulders, then nibbled lightly about her ears. The perfume in her hair filled his nostrils, set his senses reeling in erotic pleasure. She was a lovely little creature. She was a damn fine piece of cunt.

Carl slipped the dress from her shoulders and watched it fall down over her ass and down her legs. She turned to him as she stepped over it and caught the top of her pantyhose, puffing them down over her thighs, then lifting each leg to slip them off and toss the hose carelessly onto a chair. She was breathtakingly beautiful as she waited, clad in a tiny, lacy bra and transparent nylon panties. Carl swallowed the lump which popped into his throat at the sight of her beauty. His eyes roved over her in honest admiration while he kicked his shoes off and began removing his own clothing.

The girl walked over to the bed and sat down, waiting for him to undress and join her. She smiled softly, then broadly and happily as she saw his cock rise upward when released from his shorts. Carl patted his rigid, waving pecker as he walked toward her. He felt the anxious throbs of impatience which shook it. He watched the same impatience in her tits as they heaved over the delicate lace of her bra.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed as he sat beside her and filled his hands with tit. "Ooooooo, finally! I had about given up on having them loved tonight."

She trembled while he unhooked the bra and released her tits. Her hand touched his cock, then caressed along the shaft before closing over it and pumping it affectionately. She played with the prick and teased his balls while he slipped her panties over her thighs. She released his cock a moment, to help him strip the nylon off, then reached back for it while he was laying her back on the bed.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured softly. "Mmmmmm, I hit the jackpot tonight. I got a man with a full-sized piece of meat."

"I know what to do with this meat, too," Carl laughed. "You'll find out that I've got more than just a long pecker. I've got one of the most skilled pricks in the country."

"I'm waiting to be shown," she answered. "Show me, Carl! Show me what you can do with all that meat."

He began kissing her. His tongue roared into her mouth and caressed her tongue. His hands grabbed over her tits, taunting the nipples and massaging the breasts until they pulsed and swelled in erotic pleasure. He mashed and pulled on them. He stroked and petted them. He worked on them softly, then roughly, ten softly and gently once more.

The girl twisted on the bed, her body responding to his caress, her own desire surging through her. She caught his cock in both hands and pulled on it wildly. She had waited all night for him to fuck her. She had sat beside him, leaning over to rub her tits against him, letting her legs slide against his, making sure that he got a good whiff of her perfume. He had seemed to like her. He had appeared to be excited by her body. Yet he had never suggested they came up to his room. She had been forced to issue her own invitation. He had accepted, though. He had accepted and was showing her a hell of a cock.

"Oooooo!" she gasped as her nipples hardened beneath his thumbs. "Mmmmmm! You have my body glowing all over!"

Carl smiled down at the lovely young woman. He could feel the passionate response in her body. Her tits seemed to have flown larger as she thrust them voluptuously into his hands. He reached one hand down to her crotch as he moved his face over her tits and began to kiss and suck the luscious globes. He played with the lips of her cunt, then slowly parted them and fingered her hot clit.

"Oooooeeee!" she gasped as her body leaped beneath him. "Damn! You're turning me on! You're driving my pussy crazy!"

He sucked deeply at a glowing nipple while he massaged the clit more firmly. Her thighs tightened about his hand. Her fingers gripped his cock more tightly. He ran his finger along her clit and pumped slowly into her cunt while his knuckles kept rubbing her clitoral bud into more and more frenzied response.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" she moaned. "Ooooooh, God! Ooooooo! I like it! Damn, but I like it! My pussy is ready for you, Carl! It's all set any time your cock wants to come now."

She pulled his cock toward her cunt. She pulled roughly, demandingly. Carl answered her summons. He climbed over her and let her lead the prick between her cuntlips. The girl shuddered in delight at the touch of the warm cock. She shuddered, then began to throb more deeply as he slowly drove his prick into her moist and waiting cunt.

"Oooooo!" she gasped. "Oooooo, yes! Fuck me! Ram that meat inside and fuck me! Ooooooo! Fuck! Fuck me! Oooooo!"

He fucked her slowly, deeply. He drove his pecker into the far, reaches of her cunt, then brought it out to the lips. He let the bulging knob rub sensuously across her clit with each thrust. The girl pulsed beneath him. Her pussy tried to suck the cock deeper inside. Her passage caught him as he plunged and caressed her with his cock, setting off a thousand tiny spurns of delight. She wrapped her thighs about him and began hunching her ass toward him as he drove, fucking back at him wildly, frantically.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned. "Oooooo, what a cock! What a wonderful prick! Oooooo, keep fucking! Fuck harder! Oooooo!"

His hands worked over her body. He clawed at her tits. He reached beneath her and caught her wild ass as it whirled in blind frenzy. He began to fuck deeper and harder. He balled her with the growing fury within himself. He'd let her feel that cock. She'd know she had been fucked by the time he finished. He clutched her tighter against his frenzied body and fucked faster and deeper.

"Uhhhh!" he grunted in his insane passion. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! I'll give you a workout! I'll show that little pussy what a cock can do with it! Uhhhh!"

"Oooooo yes!" she shrieked back. "Fuck me! Let me feel your cock tear me apart! Oooooo! Like that! Just like that! Yes! Ooooo! Unload it in me! Unload all that cum! Oooooo! Fuck me!"

He felt her pussy shudder into a wild orgasm. Carl let the girl go limp in the soaring rapture of her climax. He heard her breath come in gasps as she trembled beneath his rampant prick. He let her ride her orgasm for a minute, then released his own pent-up lust. His cock shuddered wildly, then began to pour its cum into her shivering cunt.

"Uhhhhmmm!" he panted. "Uhhhmmmmm! What a delicious pussy! What a gorgeous cunt! Ooohhhhh! What a fuck!"

Three thousand miles away, a lovely blond paced about her apartment. Mitzi Zweig strode about, her thin negligee streaming after her, open to reveal the voluptuous curves of her body. The beautiful blond paced back and forth in frustration.

Was it all in her mind? Had she made it all up? She stepped to the bar and poured a stiff drink. Carl had not been in his room earlier when she called. That would have been eleven o'clock on the East Coast. She looked at the phone, hesitating to call again. Suppose he did have a girl in his room? Suppose he had picked up some woman as she had been imagining? Would he answer the phone? Would he interrupt a good fuck to answer? How would she know it if he did?

She downed the drink in three gulps, then poured another. Damn Carl's job. Damn it, that job that kept him flying all over the country while she waited alone in Los Angeles. Damn the loneliness that left her so exposed to Lorraine's taunts, so open to Blake's invitations. No! She wouldn't accept the offers. She wouldn't listen to their accusations. She wouldn't let them use her loneliness, her suspicions to convince her to join in their sexual games.

She had to get out of the apartment. She had to be out, among other people. Mitzi walked back to her bedroom to dress. A few drinks would help her, she was sure. An hour watching people as they relaxed in a nearby bar would make her feel better.

Mitzi slipped into a light blouse and pulled soft, tight slacks over her lithe legs and seductive hips. She brushed her brilliant blond hair briskly, ten applied very light makeup.

The lovely young wife checked her appearance in her mirror. She would pass inspection. Hell yes. She'd have a little trouble with men at the bar who might be on the make. She could handle them. The problem was her own needs. Her own loneliness was a greater problem, her own loneliness and the fear that Carl was fucking some girl on the other side of the country.

CHAPTER TWO

Mitzi toyed with her half-empty drink and turned sideways on the bar stood to listen to the music which came from the small combo. The beautiful blond sighed heavily. She had not been able to get out of her apartment before Blake phoned. At least tonight he had called, and not just shown up at her door with a bottle in his hand and sex on his mind.

"Look," he said in an assuring tone. "I know you have that hang-up about messing around with any of the men in the apartments. All right, I can't understand it, but I accept it. I'll keep my hands off."

"That should be a rich new experience," she answered tartly, resentful of his calling her and using up her time like this.

"Honest, Mitzi," he protested. "I would like to talk with you about a favor. I need a big favor, need it badly."

"What have you done for me that I owe you anything?" she snapped through the phone. "I'm sorry, Blake. That was uncalled far, wasn't it? So what is this big favor?"

"My boss," he answered. "The old man is coming in next week. I'd like to show him a few good evenings out. If I could line him up a date with a gorgeous blond, I'm sure the old geezer would be impressed with me."

Mitzi gasped at what the young executive was leading to. She trembled as she looked at the receiver in her hand. She started to slam it down, then changed her mind.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" she hissed into the instrument. Then she slammed it down.

The sexy woman strode angrily out of her apartment, slamming her door a loudly as she had slammed down the phone. Damn him, anyway! Just because she was horny, just because she needed her husband home more than on weekends, was no reason for the son of a bitch to think she'd be his special gift to an unknown boss. Hell no!

She was still burning with rage as she came out of the elevator in the garage. She paused to calm herself before walking over to her small sports car. Lewis, the security guard, waved warmly toward her and stepped out of his small office to check the garage, just making sure that she was safe. Mitzi felt a surge of warmth for the old man. At least Lewis was not trying to get her in bed with himself or with anyone else.

Lorraine Benton had tried earlier in the afternoon to interest the luscious blond in a little extra-marital fun and games. She had known Lorraine for a number of years. They had worked as models together a few years back. The lusty redhead was a little too overdeveloped for fashion modeling any longer. Lorraine had found another way of displaying her voluptuous body. She had signed on with a well-known convention bureau. She worked as hostess or handled various displays at major conventions in Los Angeles. She also was available as a date in the evenings for important visitors and speakers.

The redhead had been trying to recruit her blond friend for years. The campaign had increased when Carl's job took him on the road all week.

"I mean, after all," Lorraine explained, "You don't need to sit home and be bored all day and all night. This way, you'll meet exciting people and be a part of all sorts of activity. You'll be a more exciting wife for Carl to come home to on weekends."

"If I'm not all fucked out!" Mitzi answered sharply. "Honey, I know what's expected of a convention hostess. You remember, we used to contract for some of them when I was modeling."

"And you never went to bed with any man unless you wanted to fuck him!" Lorraine reminded her. "It's no different now, none at all. It's all up to you."

"And up to how persistent the man is. How persistent, how drunk, how horny, how rough," the blond muttered. "No way, baby. I'll sit at home and go stir crazy before I get involved in that sort of thing."

Mitzi finished her drink and motioned to the bartender for another. She reached in her purse for the money, firmly pushing the bill from the man beside her back toward his glass. She insisted on buying her own drinks. Too many men felt that if they bought a girl's drink, they had just purchased bedroom rights as well.

Mitzi laughed at the thought. Shit, if she put her cunt on the market, she could get a couple a hundred a lay. She had gotten tips of that amount when she worked as a model. So how did the dumb jerks think they could buy two-hundred-dollar pussy for a two-dollar drink? Let him keep his money and go fuck his fist. That's probably worth a couple of dollars.

She shook her head at her bitterness. What had the poor guy done to deserve such hostility? He had merely tried to pay for her drink. It was Lorraine she was angry at, Lorraine and Blake, who wanted her to make her cunt available at their call. No, she admitted. She wasn't really mad at them. She was mad at Carl, at Carl who was probably still fucking away with some broad he'd picked up at the hotel. She glanced down at her watch. It would be past two on the East Coast. Would the unknown cunt be cuddled in bed beside him or would she have dressed and slipped out of his room as soon as it was over?

Mitzi forced herself to watch the couples dancing on the small, cozy dance floor in front of the band. She had to forget about Carl. She had to put that out of her mind. There was no need to let her suspicions, her jealousy tear her up like this. The young blond watched the way the dancers swayed, their bodies pressed tightly together, their shoulders moving to the music, tits pressed into chests, legs sliding against legs. She didn't realize the slow tingling desire that had begun in her body, that slowly pulsed in her cunt. She took another deep sip of her drink and smiled hazily, her body swaying ever so slightly to the music.

She looked up as someone touched her arm. She turned her face up, ready to give the polite refusal she had been giving all night as various men came by to ask her to dance. Her lips had formed the words when, for some reason she couldn't fathom, she rose and took the man's arm. Mitzi smiled up at him as they threaded their way to the dance floor. Her body shivered in delight as he placed his arms around her. Her tits throbbed as they mashed against his chest. She danced against him, feeling his legs move against the soft material of her slacks. Her pussy moved sensuously against his thigh. She felt guilty for the pleasure she was feeling. She felt guilty but excited at the same time.

"John Acton," he whispered in her ear. "You from Los Angeles?"

"Mitzi," she answered, then, "Yes, I live here. In fact I was born here. You?"

"Detroit," he answered. "I'm here for a few weeks on business. This is the first night I've had enough free time to get out for a drink."

John rattled on, telling her about his job and the executive training program that had brought him to the West Coast. Mitzi was aware of his voice, though not of what he was saying. She snuggled against him, suddenly feeling quite secure and content in his arms. They danced until the combo finished the slow ballad, then swung into a rock number. John made no attempt to lead her back to her seat so Mitzi remained on the floor, twisting her body to the frenzied music while he tried to keep up.

His eyes fixed on the way her tits bounced beneath the tight blouse, the seductive V of her crotch, the soft curves of her thighs. He watched her, his cock slowly swelling in response to the beauty of the luscious blond.

Mitzi saw the excitement her movements caused. She was aware that John was not the only man watching her. She had the attention of most of the males sitting about the bar. She shivered under the caresses of two dozen eyes on each curve. She shivered and moved her body more sensuously than ever.

The drinks, the music, the adrenaline released by her anger and frustration, they all united to drive her into a wild, suggestive dance. Mitzi thrilled at the flow of her body, panted from the physical desire which began to surge through her. She waved her ass before John. She shook her tits at him. She weaved her legs for his benefit. Her lips parted, moisture beading along her sensuous mouth as her eyes offered their invitation.

He drew her against himself when the music paused. He hugged her against his body, feeling the trembling excitement that possessed her. His cock shuddered on contact with her soft, pliant thigh.

"Damn!" he whispered in her ear as she pressed her throbbing tits against him. "I'd better get you out of here before the men come after you for a gang rape."

Mitzi waited for him to lead her from the floor. Instead, he took her tightly in his arms as the combo continued with a slow, dreamy tune. He pulled her tighter, his prick warm and promising through the clothing. His chest swelled against the soft fullness of her tits. His hand drifted down her back and rested just at the swell of her ass. Mitzi melted into him, her pussy clinging to his leg as he tried to dance with her.

"Liar," she whispered up to him. "You said you'd take me out of here."

"You'd go?" he asked in shock as she felt his body freeze against her. "You'd leave with me?"

"Why not?" she asked. Why the hell not? Carl might even be still fucking some broad in his hotel room. Shit! Her husband had probably used up one and gone out for another. Carl was that active. Mitzi was past realizing that she could be imagining it all. She was too horny to accept the possibility that her husband might have retired just as unfulfilled as she. She had sipped too much booze to consider that he just may have spent the evening working in preparation for his sales conference tomorrow. She had convinced herself that Carl was fucking some strange girl and was in the mood to get even with him. The only way she could think of was to get herself fucked, just as thoroughly as she assumed he was balling the pick-up.

John Acton stared a moment at the luscious blond woman. He could scarcely believe his cars. The most delicious woman he'd ever seen was calmly agreeing to go with him. His cock pounded against his pants. His heart beat wildly in his chest. He swallowed hard, then took her arm and led her through the bar toward the door.

"My purse," she told him. Mitzi pulled free and walked to her seat at the bar.

He watched her walk away, watched the swing of her gorgeous ass, watched the flow of long, lovely legs. Her soft, blond hair swung lightly about her shoulders and glowed in the dim lights of the bar. He felt a sudden moment of panic. She had used this aw a ruse to get away from him. She had felt his cock swelling large and menacing against her. She had been frightened of him and had told him she'd go with him merely as a way to get off the dance floor and out of his arms.

John stood forlorn as he watched her walk to the stool where he had found her. He fully expected her to climb back up and smile as though nothing at all had happened.

He gasped as she reached for her purse, then turned and walked back toward him. Her fantastic tits thrust promisingly against the satin blouse. The V of her crotch was even more maddening as she walked, smiling, toward him. He was trembling with excitement by the time she reached him. He put an arm about her waist and ushered her out the door, into the small parking lot.

"I'd better follow you," she said. "That way you won't have to bring me back here for my car."

Mitzi pointed out her car and let him help her in. She lifted her face for him to kiss her as she started the engine. Her lips parted, sucking his tongue inside. She sucked softly, but fully on him as he kissed her. John reached down and laid a hand on her waist as he kissed the girl, letting it steal up and press into a ripe tit.

"Mmmmm," she murmured, kissing more passionately and rubbing the tit about his hand. "Mmmmmm," she cooed, then drew her face back from his kiss. "We'd better get where we can continue that. Where are you staying, in case I lose you on the way?"

He gave her the name of the motel where he had taken a room and turned to walk to his car. She backed her car up, then roared out of the lot, waving to him as she swung out onto the street. He felt again that she was gone, that she had simply played out one last taunt before driving herself home. She probably did this sort of thing several times a week, just to get her kicks. He was so convinced of this that he almost went back into the bar. He almost stopped at another bar. He had actually pulled his car into an all-night restaurant to grab a hamburger. He shrugged his shoulders and drove through the restaurant's parking area and back onto the street. He had gone this far. He might, at least, drive to his motel and see if she did show up.

"What kept you?" Mitzi laughed as he finally parked beside her. "I'd almost given up on you."

She hopped out of the sports car and waited for him to lead her to his door. John's mind was whirling helplessly. She did meet him. She met him for the sole purpose of fucking him. It was impossible to believe. It floored him. A girl this beautiful would never be a casual pick-up. Shit! Mitzi could have any man in Los Angeles. A girl that looked like this could have any damn man in the country. So why the hell was she bouncing along beside him as though anxious to hop in his bed and take his cock into her?

He fumbled for his key, finally found it, and unlocked the door. Mitzi stepped inside and turned, waiting for him to enter and take her in his arms. Her mind was swirling with the excitement of the night. She hadn't done this, hadn't let herself be picked up by a man since she'd met Carl, since she'd gone with Carl to his hotel room that night three years ago. She gasped as John grabbed her roughly, his body pounding against her. She yielded to his impassioned kiss, to his roving hands, to his lunging cock. She sucked back on his mouth and rubbed her pussy frantically against him.

"God!" he panted as he drew back and looked down into her eyes. "Damn! What a woman you are! Ohhhh, what a hell of a piece of woman!"

She smiled as his hands ran beneath her blouse and up over her tits. She twisted about to heighten the sensuous thrill of his touch. Her body was betraying her. She could hardly stand from the erotic excitement of his caress, of his touch. The blond began pulling his shirt from him, her fingers gliding through the thick hair of his chest in taunting, playful fashion while he released her bra and filled his delighted hands with her ripe and throbbing tits.

"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Oooooo, that feels so good! I've been needing this. Damn, but I need more."

She unzipped his fly and reached inside for his pulsing cock. Her hands lifted the warm rod through the fly, out into her erotic caresses. She pumped the rigid prick, then slipped one hand back into the fly and teased his balls.

Mitzi felt his legs tremble as she drove him to deeper passion. He was panting wildly, nostrils flaring in sexual rage as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her across the spread and looked down at her. She smiled up at the desire on his face, at the shuddering anticipation of his pocket. She smiled her most inviting smile and slowly pushed her slacks downward.

John Acton swallowed the hot lump that kept forming in his throat. He gasped at the soft beauty waiting below him. She finished removing her slacks and lay back, pulling her blouse and bra the remainder of the way from her shoulders. The artificial lighting gave an even creamier glow to her skin, a more golden sparkle to her hair. He gaped at the soft golden cunt hair which glistened trough the thin panties. His mouth dropped open helplessly as he stood transfixed by the unbelievable beauty of the young woman.

"Hurry up!" she whispered to him. "You going to stand around all night or you plan to get to fucking."

Mitzi felt amusement sweep through her as John jumped at her words. He quickly stripped out of his clothing and turned back toward her. He was a damn fine hunk of man, she admitted as she looked at the broad shoulders, the lean, muscular thighs, the solid arms. Without his clothes on he seemed more like an athlete, more, like a man who did physical work for a living. Her tits shivered in expectation as he dropped onto the bed beside her. He had the body far a good fuck. He sure the hell had the cock for it!

"Mmmmm," she sighed as he caressed her tits. "I've been waiting all night for this."

He leaned down and began kissing her tits as she reached once again for his pulsing pecker. She pumped him firmly, thoroughly as he sucked her nipples into hardened spikes. She played with his prick and fingered his balls while it felt as though he was sucking her whole being through her glowing breasts. He sucked and caressed them, his hands roving passionately over them, beneath them, round them, between them. He pulled them up to get a better mouthful of tit, then mashed them against her chest.

His fingers played over her nipples as she twisted about the bed, lost in the delirious thrill of his foreplay. The man was good. He was damn good! He was as good as Carl had been that first night when he took her to his hotel room. Mitzi was also as horny as she had been the night she met Carl, the night she had rubbed herself against him in the small bar until his cock was clearly outlined against his pants.

"Ohhhhh!" John gasped as she pumped his cock roughly, pulling the skin far back along the glowing shaft. "Uhhhhmmmm! Damn, if you aren't the most delicious tease I ever met."

"Who's teasing?" she laughed breathily. "I'm dead serious. I plan on having a hell of a fuck tonight."

She wrapped her legs around him and rolled him over, then let him roll her back. His cock raged against her, struggling to make it into her pussy while they thrashed about the bed. She heard him panting furiously, gasping for breath in the erotic excitement her actions had generated. He fought against her play, finally pinning her beneath him and forcing his cock into the lips of her cunt.

"That should hold you down," he muttered to her. "I'll nail this pecker into you. Then we'll see how easy it is for you to roll around the bed."

The throbbing prick drove into her cunt, rubbing heavily against her clit until Mitzi was shaking frantically with the raw passion it generated. She caught her breath quickly, her body panting for more of the marvelous length of meat.

"Mmmmmm!" she hissed. "Oooooo, I want more! Feed it to me, sweetheart! Feed me that cock! Oooooo!"

John thrust his cock deeper into her as his hands clawed sensuously at her tits. He felt her arch her back to shove the delicious globes against his caresses. He fingered the lovely flesh, then dropped one hand to caress her shimmering asscheeks. His cock went wild at the touch of her pussy walls around it. She was pulsing and contracting along the steaming shaft, matching his insane lust with a passion of her own. Her legs wrapped about him, clutching him against her, straining to draw him deeper and deeper into her soft cunt.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed deeply as her body shuddered with happiness. "Mmmmmm, so much cock. So much luscious prick!"

"You'll feel this prick before I finish with you," he panted. "I'll give your cunt a taste of cock!"

"Yes!" she answered. "Ohhhhh, yes! Let me taste it! Come on, baby! I want to taste it! I want to feel it explode in me! Ride me! Ride the hell out of me!"

His prick lunged madly into her delirious pussy. He balled her roughly. He balled her deeply. The thrashed about the bed as each of their bodies responded to the passion of the other. They clawed at each other, hands going wild at the touch of sensitive skin. Their lips met in a deep, searching kiss. Their tongues met in lustful combat while they sucked the breath from each other.

Mitzi felt her climax mounting, inside her. She hadn't had a man for almost a week now. She was ready to feel his cock go off in her. Her pussy began to pulse rapidly. The throbs built up until they became a singe almost paralyzing shimmer all through her. She lay helpless, gasping and panting as her body erupted in orgasm. She tried to speak, to urge John to his completion. Only deep moans of ecstasy came out. She gasped and panted, hoping he could realize her condition, hoping he would release his charge of cum.

She did not need to tell the man she was coming. Her pussy made it completely clear to his roaring cock. John felt the girl gasp beneath him, felt the sucking action of her cunt. His cock sloshed through her pouring juices, driving steadily to his own massive explosion. The young executive trembled as he felt his charge growing, felt it mount along the length of his cock, felt it come pouring out as his prick shook and pounded in wild rapture.

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped as his cock quivered inside her. "Ohhhhhh! Here it comes, baby! I'm going to let it flow! Damn, what a load! Ahhhhh!"

He felt the cum blowing out of his frenzied cock. He felt Mitzi gasp and shudder in response. They rolled and tossed. They bucked and pounded. They fucked long and deep. Then they collapsed on the bed, to doze off amid the merged scents of their juices.

CHAPTER THREE

Mitzi showered for the third time since returning home in the early hours of the morning. The drinks had worn off. The sensual desire no longer pulsed through her body. She felt guilty. She felt dirty and guilty. She had betrayed Carl. She had been unfaithful to him, without even knowing if there had been legitimate reason for her anger toward him. She had let her suspicions, her jealousy, take over. That and too much alcohol had been her downfall.

She let the cleansing spray pour over her body. Despite the heat of the shower, she still felt cold inside. She was chilled and miserable. Damn it, anyway! She was a jealous bitch. That's what she was. She was a jealous, unfaithful little bitch.

The phone call had not helped at all. Carl had called ten minutes ago. He had just closed his sale. Her husband was in the mood for a night of celebration. Since the closing details would keep him in Baltimore for another week or so he wanted her to fly to meet him. They could make a small vacation out of this weekend. He sounded excited. He talked as though he was absolutely panting for her. That made everything worse. If he had made that call yesterday she'd never have gone out last night. Twenty-four hours earlier and she would never have considered letting herself be picked up by John Acton or any other man.

Mitzi soaped her body again. It didn't work. She still felt miserable. The body that had thrilled to John's touch, to his kisses, to his marvelous cock, was disgusting to the blond. Damn her needs. She'd been a fool, a damn, silly fool.

She slipped out of the shower and toweled herself rapidly, then caressed lotion over her body. As she walked into the bedroom she caught her reflection in the mirror. She paused to look at the creamy skin, the luscious curves. There was nothing about her naked body that hinted of her evening's activity. She laughed wryly and asked herself what she expected to see. There was no reason to fear that Carl could look at her and suspect anything.

It was within herself. She would have to bury it within herself. Carl would be waiting for her this afternoon, anxious to have her in his arms, in his bed. That was what was important, she insisted. She'd be the loving, sexy wife he adored. She would forget her mistake of last night and catch her plane to the East Coast, her body tingling with anticipation.

Mitzi dressed quickly and stepped over to close her suitcase. She checked its contents, then smiled and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out her thinnest, sexiest gown and tossed it into the suitcase before closing it. She had already packed her laciest bras and her most enticing panties. She'd give Carl a hell of a weekend. When she caught the plane back to California on Monday she'd leave an aching but happy man.

Lorraine was waiting on the elevator as she walked down the hall. The voluptuous redhead turned and smiled knowingly at her.

"Kind of late getting in, weren't you?" the professional party-girl asked. "I was still up when you came in."

"How did you hear me?" Mitzi asked in confusion.

"I had stepped, out on the balcony to clear my head from the party I'd been to," her friend responded. "I happened to look down toward the street as you turned your car into the garage. Look, honey, if you're going to be hopping around like that at night you might as well pick up a few hundred for it. We could sure have used you last night."

"No thank you," Mitzi returned coldly. "I told you that I want no part of that sort of life."

"It's a damn good life," Lorraine insisted. "Besides, you never know how long a marriage will last. You've filled out almost as much as I have. You couldn't go back to modeling. This way you can earn just as much money and not have to worry about getting rid of all the new curves. Tell you what, I'll make you a partner."

"A what?" Mitzi stared at the expression on the red-haired beauty's face.

"A partner," Lorraine repeated. "Didn't I tell you? I'm director of the company now. I bought out the two men who had been running it. Now I'm in charge. I can look after the girls better this way. If a little broad only wants to be a showpiece, then I arrange the right setting for her. If she'd rather have a good fuck for a substantial tip, then I can see that she has that. You come in with me and I'll make you a partner."

"Why?" Mitzi asked. "Why would you give me half the business just like that?"

"You'd earn it," Lorraine told her. "You'd more than be worth it. Hell, honey, you could walk into offices and get the important convention contracts for us. You interested?"

"I am in that side of it," the blond admitted. "I'd be interested in a daytime job, one where I'm not expected to put out." Her mind was whirling. This side of the business interested her. She could make good money and not sit home all day going stir crazy. Maybe that would help her get over this terrible suspicion of Carl. She looked into the redhead's sparkling blue eyes and nodded.

"I have to fly to the East Coast for the weekend to meet Carl. I'll be back Monday. Can we talk about it then?"

"Sure, honey," Lorraine agreed. "You're the only person I'd ever agree to have as a partner. Give me a call when you get back and we can sit down and talk it over."

Mitzi thought about the job as she drove to the airport. She ceased to think any more about it, though, as she got involved in the confusion of getting checked in and finding the correct ramp for her flight. She didn't think about it as she flew across the country. Instead, she kept watching the young stewardesses. It had been a stewardess she had imagined Carl fucking last night. She couldn't help watching the girls, trying to imagine if Carl might pick one of these girls as a partner while he was staying in some distant city.

She fought back the suspicion as the movie ended and they began descend toward the Baltimore airport. No need to be suspicious of these girls. They would have been across the continent last night. More likely Carl would have found same regular girl friend in Baltimore. After all, he spent two or three days a week in this city. He could even have a second wife here on the opposite coast from her. Mitzi's anger began rising again until she caught herself.

She was acting like a fool again. If Carl had a girl friend, he wouldn't have called her to fly here to celebrate with him. The fact of her walking down the aisle of the big plane was all the proof she should require of her husband's faithfulness. Why did she keep torturing herself? Why was she so determined to make an ogre out of Carl? It wasn't fair to him. It wasn't fair at all.

She saw him as she stepped into the waiting lounge. His sandy hair glistened in the light, his freckled face spread into a broad grin as he spotted her. He was waiting as she came through the gate, everything about bin seeming to pulse and glow in the delight of seeing her. Mitzi ran toward him, forging her way through the passengers ahead of her. She squealed as he lifted her into the air and spun her around in his wild greeting.

"Oooooeeeee!" she laughed, smothering his face with her tits and ruffling his hair with both hands. "You act like you missed me."

"You're damn right!" he smiled as he brought her back to the floor. "You're damn right I missed you. I've missed the hell out of you."

His lips covered her mouth in a prolonged kiss as their bodies melted together. All the mistrust the blond had been feeling had vanished. She shivered in the delight of belonging to Carl, of being greeted so warmly, so passionately. There was no way he could have been messing around, not and greet her this way.

"Ohhhhh, wow!" she exclaimed as he raised his face from hers. "That's the way I like to be welcomed!"

"I've got a bigger welcome than that," he laughed, "right here in my pants."

"Show me!" she dared, then thought for a minute he was about to pull his cock out right in the middle of the terminal. She elbowed him playfully in the ribs and caught his arm. Her tit lay lushly against him as they walked toward the baggage area.

By the time he got her to the hotel she was trembling in anticipation. She stood tightly against him in the elevator and moved her hand to the tight bulge in his pants. Mitzi looked up at him, her green eyes open wide in innocence as she pressed her fingers around his shuddering cock. She let the fingers wander around the hard, throbbing mass, watching the impatient frustration that covered his face.

Carl went for her, as soon as they entered the room. He scooped her in his arms and buried his face into her tits, kissing and sucking them while he walked to the bed and fell with her onto the soft mattress. He grabbed at her body, his hands tearing her dress from her. He stripped her quickly, his breath hot and demanding as he kissed her, his cock swelling so that it threatened to burst from his pants.

Mitzi struggled from beneath her husband and began tugging at his clothes. She ripped several buttons off his shirt in her frantic attempt to get it out of the way, then loosened his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees. She pushed the shorts down against them and caught his wildly waving cock in both hands. She climbed on top of him and straddled his head while she pumped his cock and began kissing the reddened head.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Damn but I've missed this big cock. My poor little pussy has been so lonely, so terribly lonely and useless."

Carl jumped in ecstasy as she sucked on the head of his cock. She pumped the skin further back along the trembling shaft before taking the knob into her mouth. One hand slipped stealthily to his balls while she began sucking on his cock in long, slow draws.

Her cunt tingled as her husband kissed along her satin thighs, moving constantly nearer the moist and excited lips. She twisted her body sexily as she sucked harder on the pecker. She pulled on it, she sucked it. She blew against it. She let it drive back into her mouth until the huge head slipped into the opening of her throat before drawing back. She teased his cock and balls until Carl was thrashing about beneath her wildly mounting passion.

His mouth reached her pussy. Mitzi gasped at the touch of his tongue on her cunt. He licked over the tingling lips, then eased inside the pussy, lapping at her clit. The blond gasped at the sparks he sent rippling through her body. She caught his head more tightly between her thighs while he licked her cunt into shuddering ecstasy.

Carl reached for her tits and began massaging them sensuously. He cupped the pulsing globes, then rolled them against her chest. He mashed them in delight and fingered the nipples until he had them hard and sparkling with passion. Mitzi rolled her shoulders to let the ripe breasts flow voluptuously in his hands. She pulsed at the touch of his fingers on the satin flesh, at the touch of his tongue inside her panting cunt.

"Mmmmmmm!" she grunted, unwilling to remove her mouth from the thrusting prick which threatened to choke her with every lunge. "Mmmmm!"

She felt the powerful throbs which shook his cock in each lustful drive. The blond pulled at his balls, tickled them, then sucked lustily on the rampaging pecker. She felt Carl's body jerk in response to the teasing. She could hear his gasp as he began to suck at her pussy. His legs closed over her, rolling her from side to side as he sucked deeply at her delirious cunt. She felt her juices flowing, oiling her cunt passage, softening her pussy lining. His cock paused for a moment, paused and trembled as it filled with a mammoth charge of cum.

He blew sharply into her pussy, sending electric shocks flashing through her, igniting her passion to a fever heat. She blew back on his cock, then let her teeth tease the huge head as she tried to suck his load out of him. She alternated sucking and blowing, never ceasing her constant pumping along the shaft nor her deliberate teasing of the balls.

Mitzi hunched her ass toward him, trying to plant her pussylips more tightly over his mouth. He tongued her, the fucked, then tongued again, then blew more sharply than before. Her climax surged inside her. Her cunt panted and shuddered in sensuous anticipation. Her tits lunged in his hands in voluptuous ecstasy. She felt her insides quaking, trembling, ready to explode.

"Damn!" he muttered, fighting free of the embrace of her thighs. "I've got to get my cock buried in that pussy fast. Damn if you haven't got me ready to unload!"

He was a maniac as he spun her about in the bed and pounced on tap of hey. He rammed his cock into her and began tearing at her tender pussy. He fucked her roughly, frantically. His hands pulled and mashed her tits. He dropped his mouth over hers and tongued through her mouth, then sucked the breath from her. Mitzi shuddered into a quivering helplessness as he fucked her deeply and lustfully. She lay back gasping and shaking as his cock built to its peak. She lay in a dazed state, needing only the first heat of his cum against her pussy walls to erupt into a wild and frenzied orgasm.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her body yielding totally to his fucking, to his caresses, to his driving, conquering cock. "Mmmmmm."

She felt him pause, his cock suspended for a moment as its charge mounted beyond his ability to control it. The cock quivered a moment, then spurted the jism into her. Mitzi shook at the force of the charge, then trembled from the answering ferocity of her own glowing climax. Her cum enveloped his cock. Her pussy walls shimmered along the glorious shaft. She met his lust with a frantic passion of her own.

"Ooooooeeeee!" she squealed. "That's it! Fuck me, Carl! Fuck me, baby! Nobody can fuck like you! Ooooooo, let me have it! Eeeeeeeee!"

She submitted to the final lunges of his cock. She took the full limit of his orgasm. She lay beneath him, happy and fulfilled. She had done it. Damn right, she had done it. Carl would never guess that she'd been in another man's bed less than twenty-four hours ago. She had been foolish to mistrust him. She had been stupid, but she had covered. That was over. She was Carl's woman, his only woman. That was enough for Mitzi.

They lay together for half an hour, slowly and softly caressing. They kissed and cuddled. Mitzi nestled against him and let her tits roll against his wide chest. She reached across him and held his limp but still-swollen cock as she sighed deeply in happiness. This was the way it should be with them. This was the way they had started the night he took her to his room after they had met in the small bar. They should keep it like this forever.

"Hungry?" he asked after he had dozed for a few minutes.

"Your old pecker ready for mom?" she laughed, giving his prick a loving squeeze.

"I meant dinner," Carl laughed. "We have to keep up our strength for all the fucking ahead of us this weekend."

"Chicken!" she teased, then slowly rolled to the side of the bed.

The blond slowly walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then slipped into her most seductive cocktail dress. Carl was waiting, impressed with her beauty, anxious to show her off pound the hotel where he spent so many evenings during the week.

He suggested a few drinks before dinner and led the stunning blond into the small hotel bar. They walked through the dimly lit bar to a small booth along the wall. Mitzi smiled softly and contentedly as the waitress came over for their orders. She watched the attractive little brunette smile warmly at Carl, then give her a thorough eyeing.

The blond smiled up warmly at the little brunette, then watched her walk to the bar to get their drinks. Nicer legs and ass. Mitzi had to admit that. The little girl had an awfully cute little body. Her eyes had been rather bright and seductive, too.

The waitress had been, Mitzi realized, about to speak to Carl when she discovered he had a companion. She was about to greet him warmly.

The blond began to feel anger rising inside her, then fought it back. She wasn't going to go through that again. Thoughts like that had gotten her in enough trouble. Why shouldn't the waitress know Carl. He stayed here one or two days a week, had for the last few months while he worked on the big contract he had just closed. It should be expected that the employees of the hotel would know him. Wasn't that why he wanted to show her off? He was proud of her. Mitzi began scolding herself for letting her weakness get the better of her once again.

She smiled warmly across the table at Carl. He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it affectionately. Mitzi let her fingers twine among his sensuously. She slipped her leg beneath the table and let it rub along his. She saw the warmth in his eyes and leaned back in contentment, thrusting her tits out.

"Wondered where you were today," the brunette told Carl as she returned with their drinks. "I figured you'd be by eventually, though."

"Anna," Carl smiled, looking up at the brunette. "This is my wife."

The girl looked at him with a frozen stare for a moment. Then she looked over at Mitzi. She set the blond's drink down in front of her, then lifted Carl's drink and poured it slowly over the top of his head. When the glass was empty she sat it in front of him and whirled. Her saucy little ass swung defiantly as she walked away.

Mitzi watched the swinging ass, then looked at the expression on her husband's face. She started to flare, then calmed herself. She lifted her drink deliberately and poured it over Carl's head just as the brunette had done. Then she slowly rose and walked out of the bar. She swung her ass just as jauntily as the brunette had. She stuck her tits out even more proudly.

CHAPTER FOUR

The lovely blond leaned back against the seat as the jet reached its cruising altitude and raced effortlessly across the sky toward California. Mitzi closed her eyes and slowly calmed her body from the tension of the last two hours. She was free! She had escaped from the determination of Carl to prevent her leaving him. She was on her way back to Los Angeles, back to Lorraine and their new partnership.

She would file Carl away into a back corner of her mind. At least she would no longer lie awake at night imagining him fucking some woman in a distant city. Let him fuck the whole damn world! It no longer concerned her. Neither would she feel guilty if she took a good, active prick into her own juicy cunt. That was her business, no one else's. She smiled softly, imagining herself floating through the air. She pictured herself nestled not in the seat of the big jet, but on a cloud. She was floating effortlessly above the earth. She was free. She was her own woman again.

Her mind began erasing the last three years. She took herself back three years to the slender young blond model who was in such demand because of the exquisitely formed cheekbones, because of the earthy quality in her green eyes as they glowed in contrast to her face and hair. She could have made the big time. Mitzi knew that. Except for that night when she let Carl take her up to his bed and let her feel his fantastic cock. She would be at the top of her profession by now.

It wasn't too late to recover. She would have to go on a crash diet. She'd have to get rid of most of these curves that she had allowed to fill out her body. Mitzi inhaled deeply, thrilling at the way her tits heaved into her dress. No! She didn't want to take the necessary inches off these beauties. The blond loved the attention she could get with them.

She enjoyed the feel of male eyes on her as she swung her voluptuous body through a crowded room. She didn't need to reduce her sexual appeal. Hell no! Lorraine had offered her a partnership. There was no limit to the business they could do.

Mitzi felt a tingle over her body. She would go in with her red-haired friend. She could envision expansion of the business. They would dominate the Los Angeles area, then expand to San Francisco and San Diego. She shivered at the thought of offices in Dallas, in Miami, in Houston and Atlanta, in New Orleans and Denver. They could handle all the major convention cities. What the hell did she need with Carl Zweig? She didn't need his salary. She could make hell of a lot more than he was making. She'd been making more when they met. She was making more then than he made now. She didn't need his cock either. She could find pricks anywhere, long pricks, short pricks, thick pricks, thin pricks. She'd had no trouble in the past. She certainly would have no trouble now.

She'd never had any trouble, not since she was a teenager. She may have been a skinny kid, but she'd had the ass and legs to cause constant attention from the boys. Mitzi breathed deeply, her mind flitting back into her girlhood. She searched for his name, the boy from down the street who first showed her what a pussy was for.

Don, that was his name, Don Anders. Donny, all the mothers called him, certain that the young man was the sweetest, most gentlemanly boy in the neighborhood. Donny showed the young blond, though, that he had other interests than books and music. He was over at Mitzi's one afternoon, sitting with her on the couch in the living room, rambling on and on about his hopes for a career in music.

Mitzi watched his eyes stare at her legs and she curled them beneath her on the couch and turned to listen, feigning interest. She wasn't interested at all in what future he might have with his little violin. She was interested in the way he looked at her legs, the way his eyes lighted up as they glanced up to the full expanse of thigh she flashed beneath the short, tight shorts.

Her mother passed through and told them she would be gone for several hours. Mitzi glanced up in surprise. Her mother never left her alone in the house if there was a boy over. The little blond smiled, realizing this was due to her mother's inability to conceive of Donny being any threat to a young girl. Mitzi smiled at her mom as the woman left, then turned back to Don. Now she would hear all the gossip. The young violinist could talk music for hours as long as a girl's mother was around. When they were alone, though, Mitzi could count on the boy to have the details on all the latest high school scandals.

Don slipped across the couch, closer to her, as they heard the car back from the drive and pull out into the street. His voice took on a secretive tone. His hand rested casually against her bare thigh, sending small tingles of delight rippling through the girl.

"You hear about Margaret?" he asked, referring to the rather heavy girl at the end of the block. "You hear about her catching her little sister and Joel Timmons out in the garage?"

"No," Mitzi admitted, leaning toward him and not noticing how near her pussy his hand was resting. "Catching them doing what?"

"Fucking," Don answered. "Joel had the girl's panties off her and was balling away with her."

"What did she do?" she asked the boy beside her, noticing his pants swelling. She assumed it was from the excitement of telling about the two kids that his cock was getting hard. The blond had no realization that it was the feel of her soft skin, the nearness of her cunt to his hand that had Don charged up.

"Oh, she made them stop, all right," Don assured her. "She chewed them out and threatened to tell on them. The she sent her sister inside the house."

"And Joel?" Mitzi asked. She saw the sneaky smile that was playing at the corners of Don's mouth. She saw the laughter in his eyes. She felt the surge of excitement in his hand.

"She made him fuck her," the boy announced. "She pulled her jeans down and made him stick his little cock in her and fuck her, too."

"You're kidding!" Mitzi gasped. "She didn't?"

"She sure did," Don affirmed. "Joel told me about it himself. He was afraid not to. Hell, Margaret is big enough to beat him to a pulp, even if she didn't tell his parents on him. Can't you picture it? Can't you just see Joel fucking big old Margaret? Wonder if she took off her clothes and let him play with those huge tits?"

He pulled Mitzi against him in his excitement. Don hugged her tightly, his hand caressing her thighs wildly. The blond girl tried to break away from. She still had no fear that there was anything more than his excitement about his latest story. She could not conceive that Don's cock was throbbing in the anticipation of getting into her pussy.

He kissed her, catching her by surprise. His mouth came over her lips. He sucked against her, then ran his tongue into her mouth and let it explore her own hesitant tongue. Mitzi struggled against his embrace, surprised at how strong Don was. She'd assumed that the most exercise he ever got was playing the violin. She'd also assumed that Don would be the last boy to ever try and fuck her.

His hand reached up her thighs and pressed into her crotch. She shuddered in the combined fear and excitement his finger caused as it pressed her shorts against her pussy, rubbing sensuously over her and sending tingling shivers through her. She might have fought him off had she been a virgin by conviction. Mitzi had kept her cherry until now more from never having a boy set out with determination to get it than from firm resolution to preserve her maidenhead. She was caught in an emotional quandary. Don Anders was not the type she would have selected to pop her cherry.

She twisted halfheartedly against his passionate embrace. Don grabbed at her cunt more firmly, his touch causing deeper throbs of response in her. Mitzi convinced herself that all he wanted to do was tease around for a while. She still couldn't quite imagine any danger from the slender young man whom all the mothers adored. She began to rein, then felt her body respond even more passionately to his hands. He lifted his face from hers and plunged his mouth into her heaving little tits. She tingled as he turned his head from side to side, pressing into the breasts until they were pulsing as excitedly as her pussy.

"Ohhhhh," he sighed. "You're the most beautiful girl in town. You know that don't you."

Mitzi ignored the trite remark. It was not the way she could imagine Rob Demarest or one of the campus jocks speaking as he played with her tits and cunt. Still, she felt warmed by his appreciation of her, by his panting approval of her tits.

He reached one arm around behind her and grasped her pussy from beneath her ass. His other hand grappled at her tits. The blond shivered at his gentle, loving caress. She'd always been embarrassed about the small size of her tits. The way Don was treating them, though, she was suddenly proud of them. He was certainly turned on by them.

"Mmmmmm," she heard herself moan lightly. "Mmmmmm, it feels good. It feels so good to be loved like this."

"It's going to feel a lot better," he assured her. Don unsnapped her shorts and pulled her blouse free. His hand reached up beneath and covered a pulsing tit. He mashed the tit into her chest, his thumb rolling over the nipple. She arched her back to push it more voluptuously into his caress, wishing that she didn't have the bra between his hand and the shimmering little globe.

"Take my bra off," she whispered. "Take it off and let me feel your hand on the bare skin."

She sat up as he reached beneath the blouse and struggled with the bra. He seemed helpless to complete his task, so she slipped the blouse over her head and removed the bra for him. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her tits. He reached for them reverently, then cupped them in his hands.

He began kissing her tits, then sucked slowly on each nipple until Mitzi was twisting about the couch in surging passion. The blond told herself that things had gone far enough. If she let the boy get any more aroused, if she let herself get any more excited, then she would never be able to stop short of fucking. She kept telling herself that she was not going to go that far. She was going to stop him any minute now.

Don pulled her pants down before she realized he had grabbed at them. He pulled them down past her knees, then reached for her thin pink panties. Mitzi rolled away from him, accomplishing only the removal of both, leaving herself completely nude on the edge of the couch. Don grabbed her and pulled her lengthwise, pushing her against the back of the couch with his body, pinning her there while he hunched himself wildly against her.

"No!" she whispered. "No, no!"

The blond tried to get away from him, but he held her with one arm and a leg while he tugged at his pants until they dropped down to reveal his long, rigid cock.

"Please," she whimpered. "We've gone far enough. That's as far as I want to go!"

"Come on," he laughed. "I couldn't get off this hard without a fuck. No way! You've worked me up so that my prick is going to have to get relieved."

He scooted against her, turning her to the side, her back resting against the back of the couch while he shoved his cock between her thighs. Mitzi shuddered at the surprising heat of his cock. It almost burned her tender thighs, then nestled against her pussy. She felt the pressure as it struggled to enter her, felt the exquisite sensation it sent into her clit. The little nerve bud shimmered, aglow from the massage of the ramming cock.

"See," he told her. "It's not so bad. Even little kids are doing it now. Even big Margaret has been fucked."

Mitzi knew he was right. Sooner or later she'd have to get fucked. It would be a lot safer to get it from this gentle boy than from some rough jock who would just plunge into her. She trembled in fright, but lay back against the couch and let him push his cock against her pussy. The lips opened, letting the tip penetrate her. Don gasped in delight and thrust deeper. Mitzi felt the prick stop as it jammed into her cherry. She felt the pressure as he pushed harder into her.

"No!" she said. "You're going to hurt me. Don't go any farther. Please, let it stay right there."

"No way," he answered her, his breath gasping, his cock throbbing.

His hand held her ass as he thrust his cock roughly into her. She felt the hymen break, felt the flow of blood, felt the hot pecker run into her cunt passage. The blond cried out in pain and gasped as he started pumping into her.

"All right," he agreed. "I'll hold it still for a minute. I'll let you get used to it. I'm going to fuck you though. As soon as your pussy stops hurting, I'm going to fuck away at it."

He pulled at her tits. He teased and taunted her nipples. He kissed her and tongued into her mouth. Then he began fucking again. Her pussy was still sore, but he kept pumping away at her. She finally felt the relief of her juices lubricating the trembling cunt walls. Slowly, feeling returned to her. She could feel the throbs of the long cock as it stretched into her. She could feel the rub of its head on her clit each time he drew back for another plunge. Mitzi began to glow inside. Her body was throbbing as warmly as his cock. She hunched herself against him in tempo with his fuck. She thrust her tits into his frenzied hand, against his taunting fingers.

"Ooooooo!" she heard her voice murmuring. "It's gooood!"

She hadn't said it intentionally. It had just come out. Mitzi felt like her body had taken possession off her mind. She was, not in control of herself, not in control of her feelings. They were surging through her, rising to a passionate peak, driving her toward an explosive climax. She listened to the soft sound of his cock riding in and out of her flowing pussy. She shuddered in delight at each deep plunge of the prick. She felt her pussy throbbing in ecstasy about his cock, responding to the deep throbs which shook inside her.

"Ohhhhhh!" Don was panting. "Ooooohhhh, what a hell of a pussy!"

His body shook frantically, his cock pulsing ready to unload into her. He pulled at her tits. He caressed her ass frantically. He gasped for breath and panted in lustful enjoyment of her young body.

"I'm about to give it to you!" he warned her. "Ohhhh, God, am I about to give you a load!"

Mitzi had never experienced orgasm. She didn't know at that time what exactly she had missed. She only knew that she had missed something. Don's cock unloaded its steaming cum into her. He pumped frantically for a few minutes, then slowly began to withdraw his cock. Mitzi felt that something more needed to happen. The teenager was on the ceiling with no way down. She lay gasping, unable to comprehend her own lack of fulfillment. She looked at the expression of delight on Don's face. She felt his hands gently caress her tits. She looked down at his swollen, but limp pecker.

Was this all there was to fucking? She hoped not. Something more should have happened to her. Surely she should have felt something more than just the heat of his cum.

Mitzi smiled as she leaned into the airplane seat. She had learned, much later, just how much satisfaction there could be in fucking. Her body was tingling now, just thinking of the good hunks of cock she was going to taste in her pussy in the next few weeks. So Carl couldn't resist a sexy ass when he was alone in a distant city. All right! Mitzi would not turn down a good fuck either. She certainly would not turn down a toss in the hay when it might help her build the new partnership into a nationwide complex.

She dozed off, not bothering to watch the movie. She dozed, fantasizing about many pricks, about many men, about great success for herself and for Lorraine. By the time she strapped the seat belt on for the descent to Los Angeles International, she was trembling in anticipation. She would go straight to Lorraine's apartment. She'd wait there for her red-haired friend. Hell, if Lorraine needed an extra girl for tonight she'd be interested in that, too. She might as well learn the business from the ground up.

Mitzi laughed to herself. It wasn't from the ground up, after all. She would learn the business from the bed up.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Mmmmmm," the gorgeous redhead sighed, rolling her fantastic tits into the slender hands that cupped and caressed them. "Mmmmmm, it's been a long time, Mitzi, an awful long time since you had your hands on them."

"There've been some changes," the blond laughed softly. "Last time I played with your tits they weren't half this big."

She leaned over and kissed the ripe flesh, sucking deeply on a luscious nipple. Mitzi let her tongue lap about the areolas. The golden-brown circles around the nipples were even lovelier with the increased fullness of Lorraine's breasts. They still had that delicate, lacy appearance as they accentuated the peaches-and-cream complexion of the red-haired woman, the luscious softness of her tits.

"You've gown a hell of a lot yourself," Lorraine giggled back. "I can remember when I could get a whole tit in my mouth and have room to spare. Your hips have filled out, too. In fact, little Mitzi has developed into a hell of a broad."

Lorraine had been out by the time Mitzi could drive home from the airport. The blond went to her own apartment and paced around, considering whether she should move out and leave the luxurious suite to Carl. She fingered the expensive furnishings. She stepped into the bedroom with its satin and silk and fur appointments. This was her room. This was her apartment. The lease might be in Carl's name, but the furniture and the decorations had been paid for from her substantial savings. Shit no! She was not about to move. Let him come over some weekend and collect his belongings. She would stay. She liked it here a hell of a lot more than he must.

The blond had stalked the apartment like a caged animal as she waited for Lorraine to return.

She wanted to see the redhead and get the partnership agreed on as soon as possible. She also wanted a little action. The weekend of fucking had vanished in the confusion of the Baltimore hotel bar. Mitzi felt an emotional letdown. She had been primed for sex. Now she was back in her apartment and as horny as ever.

She opened her small notebook of telephone numbers and dialed. Perhaps Blake Collins would be in. She thought of the possibility of a quick toss with the young executive and felt her body begin to tingle in anticipation. She smiled as she imagined the shocked pleasure that would spread over his face as she suggested they fuck for a few hours.

Her smile slowly faded as she listened to the continued ringing of his phone. Blake wasn't in. Shit! No one was in but her. Everybody else was out getting fucked. Mitzi grabbed the phone book and found the number for John Acton's motel. She dialed quickly and asked for his room when a soft, classy female voice answered from the motel desk.

"I'm sorry," the velvet voice purred through the phone. "Mr. Acton left just a few minutes ago."

Mitzi thanked her, then slammed the phone down in disgust. She fixed a quick drink and gulped it down on her way to the door. She could get herself fucked. She'd never had any problem with that. Why the hell was she sitting around feeling sorry for herself. There was one quick solution for the horny broad. Out there, in Los Angeles, were millions of men who'd jump at the change to ram their hot cocks between her luscious legs. She walked down the hall and punched the button for the elevator.

She rode alone, disappointed that there had not been one of the young men from the building standing inside the elevator as it stopped for her. That would have made everything a lot easier. It was almost too late to expect a decent pick-up. The bars would be closing shortly. Mitzi cursed the small wait she had been exposed to while arranging her flight back from Baltimore. If she could have walked straight from the hotel to the airport, then she'd have been back in plenty of time. She should have merely pulled into a bar in Inglewood as soon as she arrived. Now she'd have whatever man happened to be left over. She didn't like that idea, didn't like it at all.

The blond stepped out of the elevator into the garage and waved toward the security officer. She smiled as the old man came out to be sure no one lurked about, ready to grab the beautiful young blond. Mitzi smiled toward the old man, tempted to walk over and invite him up to her apartment when he went off duty. He'd always been so careful to take care of her. She owed him a good fuck. She had taken a step toward him when Lorraine's Cadillac came wheeling into the garage. The blond stepped back onto the curb and watched her red-haired friend park.

"What the hell you doing still here?" the redhead gasped as she locked her car and walked across the garage toward Mitzi. "Last time I saw you, you were on your way across the country."

"It's a long story," the blond laughed. "Too long to go into down here. I might express my own surprise at seeing you. I'd have expected you to be shacked up all night."

"Nothing there that caught my fancy," Lorraine answered. "I told you that fucking these guys is strictly up to you. If you find one you like, then ball away with him. If not, then pack your bag and come home."

"Sounds more interesting every minute," Mitzi laughed as they walked toward the elevator. "In fact, I'm about ready to take you up on the offer."

"Fantastic!" the redhead shouted, grabbing her blond friend and crushing her against her massive tits in a huge embrace. "That's the best news I've heard. When can you start?"

"When do you want me?" Mitzi answered. "You tel me: anything going this weekend?"

"Damn right!" Lorraine sparkled as they stepped into the elevator. "We have a convention coming in tomorrow. Most of them young and good-looking. We'll have to wait 'til Monday to get my lawyer to draw up the partnership. No reason, though, why we can't get you in action before then."

Lorraine briefed her on the coming weekend conference as they rode upstairs. The redhead asked nothing more about the blond's husband. She sensed that something had happened, something that had probably ended the marriage. That was enough for her to know. She led Mitzi into her apartment and poured them both drinks, then sat beside her on the plush couch. Her huge tits heaved against the daringly low-cut dress, threatening to pour over the top entirely. Lorraine sipped her drink and let her eyes rove over the lovely body of the blond.

"Actually," Mitzi admitted, "I'm a little bit sorry I didn't get back in time tonight. I need a good fuck. When you drove in I was on my way out cock-hunting."

"We'll take care of that pussy tomorrow," the redhead promised, reaching down and patting the blond in the crotch. "Be sure of that. You don't have to fuck them, but if you want to then there's all the hard meat you'd ever want. In the meantime, though, let's see if we can't get the edge off your pussy."

She slid closer to the blond and pulled Mitzi around until their tits mashed into each other. Lorraine caressed along her friend's thighs and slipped a hand up her skirt. She fingered into the crotch and mashed Mitzi's panties into the mound of her cunt.

"Mmmmm," the redhead sighed. "It feels just as good as I remember it. This takes me back to those nights we used to spend together when we were flying all over the country on modeling assignments."

"I don't imagine we've forgotten how to do it," Mitzi laughed, twisting her chest to increase the delightful contact between their tits.

She watched the redhead's huge breasts swell over the neckline of the dress, then leaned down and kissed along the soft, satin flesh. She spread her thighs to give greater freedom to Lorraine in fingering her pussy. The blond shivered with the soft ripples of passion that ran up and down the inside of her cunt.

"Ooooooo!" she gasped. "It has been a long time. It's been too long, too long since I cunt-fucked with you. It's been too long since I fucked any sort of way." The young woman laughed to herself about this. Hell, she had fucked John Acton only about twenty-four hours ago. She had been balled by Carl since then. So why was she so horny? How much would it take to satisfy her hot little pussy?

She reached behind the red-haired girl and unzipped the dress. As the clinging material fell away, Lorraine's tits lunged forward toward her waiting lips. Mitzi kissed passionately over the heaving masses and tongued the lovely nipples. Her body shook in excitement. The redhead had always had a hell of a pair of tits, but now that she had forsaken the starvation diet of a fashion model her breasts had become full and ripe beyond belief. The blond kissed and sucked passionately while she felt her own tits being pulled and caressed with matching frenzy.

"I don't know why we're making things so difficult on ourselves," Lorraine laughed. "I've got a bed just through the door that would make a far better playground for us."

"I'm all for that!" Mitzi responded, disentangling herself from her friend and rising from the couch to walk with the luscious girl across the living room.

As they walked they tugged at each other's dresses playfully. By the time they reached the door of the bedroom both dresses were ready to be tossed carelessly onto the carpeting. Lorraine had worn no bra beneath her dress. Her tits glistened under the soft lights, the lacy areolas giving an ethereal appearance to her delicious breasts. Her lush growth of cunt hair swelled out from her panties and pantyhose, emphasizing the dramatic V of her crotch.

Mitzi leaned in front of the redhead and pulled the pantyhose and panties teasingly down the girl's thighs. Her hands caressed the silken flesh as she slid the thin material slowly and sensuously over the curves. She felt fingers against her back for a moment, then the delicious sensation of her bra falling away from her own tits. Lorraine reached beneath her a moment and cuddled her tits before pulling the straps of the bra from her.

They eased nearer the bed as the red-haired girl stepped from her hose and panties. Lorraine took one more step, then inched back and slipped Mitzi's nylon hose and panties from her.

The naked girls looked at each other, happiness and anticipation glowing on their eager faces. The stepped close against each other and let their bodies rub sensuously together, tit over tit, leg against leg. Mitzi inserted a thigh between Lorraine's legs and rubbed it against her juicy cunt at the same moment as she felt satin skin rubbing along her own panting pussy.

"Mmmmmm," the redhead sighed. "I'm so glad I came on home. I almost went to one of the rooms because I didn't think I had anything better to do. Sure am glad I'm here with you and not being fucked by some guy that didn't turn me on at all. Ooooooo! Your pussy is as sweet as ever. Mmmmmm."

Mitzi pulled her toward the bed. She paused a moment for Lorraine to sweep the spread and blanket back to the foot, revealing the glistening satin sheets. The blond shivered in anticipation and pushed her friend gently toward the bed.

They dropped onto the bed together. They lay so that their mouths were opposite each other's breasts. They sucked deeply on the tasty nipples until the little buttons were trembling ecstatically. Then their hands sought each other's cunts.

"Mmmmmm," Lorraine murmured. "You sure have turned into a well-built little broad. Damn, what a pair of tits! That sweet little pussy, too! Oooooooo! Mitzi, I've missed you! I've missed the hell out of you."

She wont back after Mitzi's tits toughly, demandingly. Her tongue was in a frenzy as she lapped at the nipples until both were hard, warm, trembling buttons of aroused passion.

"Oooooeeee!" Mitzi shrieked in delight.

She rolled her body about, loving every minute of the rougher treatment. She thrust the tits adoringly at the redhead's mouth while she sucked and nibbled on Lorraine's magnificent mammaries. Her hand found the girl's moist cunt and began to play about the lips. She could feel the surging excitement in her friend's body as her finger slipped between the lips and teased about her shimmering clit. She could feel the roaring furnace that was kindled inside the redhead, could feel the pulsing of her thighs, could sense the aching yearning inside her pussy.

"Ohhhhh!" Lorraine moaned. "Ohhhhh, you're better than ever. My God, Mitzi, I can't believe how good it feels to be loved up by an expert. Ohhhhhh, wow! Mmmmmmm!"

She clamped her thighs over Mitzi's hand and rolled her body about so that her pussy seemed to suck and nibble on the intruding finger. The blond slipped it deeper into her cunt and pumped it in and out. Her own pussy jumped in response as Lorraine began to toy with her clit, rolling the bud in tiny circles until Mitzi was flushed with passion.

"Ohhhhhh!" Lorraine groaned louder. "I'm burning up inside! Damn, you've turned me on! Ohhhhhh! Come on, honey. Let's let our pussies kiss each other awhile!"

They swung around on the bed until they had their two panting cunts touching Mitzi shoved herself tighter against the redhead and hunched her ass to increase the exquisite sensation of clit massaging clit. They hugged each other so that their tits were mashing and merging together just as completely as their cunts. The pulsed against each other, each not quite sure which shuddering spasm was her own and which was that of the other girl.

"Mmmmmm!" Mitzi murmured softly. "Oooooo! That's better than just going after any old cock. I'm glad you got here before I got my car and drove off. Oooooo, yes!"

Lorraine covered Mitzi's lips with her wide, sensuous mouth. Their tongues met in a passionate embrace, thrusting against each other and roving from one mouth to the other. Their tits shuddered against each other. Every spasm of ecstasy that began in one body was immediately transferred into the other. They shook and panted. They rolled about. They sucked each other's mouths as their tongues teased wildly.

Mitzi could feel the spasms that ran up and down the inside of her pussy. She could hear the soft sound of the two soaked cunts sucking against each other. She shook her ass rapidly, increasing the friction on their clits to the paint of madness.

They soared into climax together. The orgasm began to swell inside Mitzi. Her pussy trembled ecstatically, then exploded in rapture. She was aware through the erotic haze of her passion that Lorraine was just as delirious.

"Oooooeeeee!" Mitzi shrieked. "Ooooooo! I'm exploding! Ooooo, Lorraine, come with me! Let's come together! Ooooeeeee!"

"Ahhhhh!" the redhead gasped. "I'm there ahead of you! Ohhhh."

The two young women twisted on the bed, entwined together while their bodies were racked by powerful orgasms. They rode through the climax, then fell together on the satin sheets. They lay quietly, caressing and petting one another until they were able to breathe normally again. Finally they walked together back into the living worn and fixed fresh drinks.

"Shall we sit out on the balcony?" Lorraine asked.

"Naked?" Mitzi laughed back at her. She paused a moment, then laughed delightedly. "Why not? Why the hell not? This is my night for celebration anyway."

She got up and walked to the glass door. Below her the city of Los Angeles sparkled and glistened. She waited for Lorraine to join her, then stepped out into the chill of the evening air. The coolness would normally have discouraged her, but not tonight. Mitzi was in the mood to do something daring. She could take the cool air for long enough to experience the freedom of walking naked before the world. She stood at the iron railing, her drink in her hand, and looked down at the street.

A car she recognized was pulling into the garage.

The blond turned back to her red-haired friend. Her eyes were sparkling as she made her suggestion. Lorraine looked at her a moment, then laughed softly and nodded her agreement. The girls went back inside and repaired makeup and hair. They slipped into their dresses again, then walked together to the door.

Mitzi was excited over their next little escapade. Blake Collins had been making himself just as much a pest trying to get in Lorraine's panties. This was as good a time as any to give him more than he wanted. They'd give him two hot cunts at the same time.

CHAPTER SIX

"Hi there!" Mitzi greeted the astounded young man as she and Lorraine breezed past him into his apartment. "Two horny broads decided you had exactly what they were looking for tonight."

They turned to face him as he remained standing at the door, his mouth open in surprise, his eyes staring at the voluptuous bodies they posed before him. He stood as though paralyzed, still holding the door open even though they were already in the middle of his living room and making for his bar to pour drinks for themselves.

They had caught him just after he came in. Blake had just pulled his tie off when the doorbell rang. His coat had been thrown over a chair, his shoes kicked off somewhere in the living room. He had been frustrated when he got home. The little cunt he had spent the evening plying with drinks had calmly informed him that she was the bartender's wife. It had been too late to set up anything else that would be worth fucking. The disgusted man had driven home, tempted to stop at a local massage parlor until he saw how many can were already there. He needed a fuck, but not one he had to wait two or three hours for. He'd already waited all evening for the sexy little brunette who turned out to be such bad news.

Now the two most gorgeous women he'd ever seen had walked in talking about being horny. The only problem was they had both walked in. Why the hell couldn't just one of them have come? He'd know what to do with that. Shit! He'd fuck either of them any chance he got. The two together, though, was more than he was able to quite comprehend. He stared at them as they fixed drinks, stared at the delightful pair of tails, stared at the unbelievable tits, stared at the total breathtaking beauty of them both. This was too much! This was too damn much!

"What are you two pulling?" he asked as he slowly regained some measure of composure. He looked back at the open door and closed it, then walked toward them.

"Nothing, yet," Lorraine answered. "As soon as we finish these drinks, we're going to do a little cock-pulling, since you put it that way."

"Hey, now!" he protested. "Wait a minute."

"Sure," Mitzi assured him. "That's about how long it will take to finish my drink. Perhaps you'd like one, too. You may need some liquid support for what we plan to put you through."

"And just what is that?" he asked. He watched Mitzi walk toward him. The luscious blond stepped close, close enough for her tits to mash against his chest. She twisted them back and forth brazenly, then reached down and grabbed his cock.

"Fucking," she answered in a breathy voice. "You've been dying to fuck us ever since you moved in here. Tonight you get all the pussy you want, maybe more than you can handle."

She stretched up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips, then stepped back and slowly sipped her drink. She watched him over the top of the glass. She smiled at him while she drank. He stared at the fantastic cleavage her dress revealed.

He glanced over at Lorraine. The redhead showed even more tit. Hell, her dress barely covered the nipples. He stared in shock at the two girls, trying to imagine how he could handle two, at the same time. Maybe they wanted to take turns.

Perhaps one would remain out here and drink while he fucked the other.

"Who's flat?" he asked calmly. No need to let them keep the upper hand. Hell, it was his cock that would be doing the fucking. He might as well establish his control from the beginning.

Lorraine set her half-empty glass on the bar and walked to him. She looked up with those suggestive eyes of hem and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Both of us," she whispered. "You're about to get gang raped, my friend. You have a pair of girls who are going to take you into that bedroom and strip you down. Then we're going to start you fucking and keep you fucking all night."

He gasped, fighting for words to answer her as Mitzi joined her. The blond took his arm and led him, toward the bedroom door while the redhead completed the removal of his shirt. They pulled him toward the bed, pushed him down and began grappling at his belt until they had it loose and were tugging his trousers down his legs.

"Just relax and let us do the work the first time," Mitzi told him. "We'll look after you. You can count on that."

Lorraine finished getting his pants from him and tossed them across the room while the blond grabbed the top of his shorts and drew them down. His cock felt a soft hand caress it, fingers teasing his balls. The shorts were pulled away. His socks were removed one at a time, with teasing play about his toes and beneath his feet.

Lorraine kept up her play with his cock while he watched the lovely blond stand in front of him and begin to slowly unzip her dress. His eyes were frozen on her luscious body as she teased the dress down over her tits, flaunting them at him. She gave him flashes of lovely flesh, then pulled the dress away entirely.

Mitzi had not bothered to put her bra back on after the cunt-fuck. She stood before him clad only in dainty panties. She turned her back to him and leaned over to display the full width of her ass for him. She turned sideways and slipped one edge of the panties down. Blake could see the golden cunt hair above the thin nylon. He watched in fascination as Mitzi turned her back to him once more. She rotated her hips provocatively as the nylon panties came slowly down to her thighs. She released the panties and stepped out of them, still facing away from him.

The blond bent over and backed toward him, her bare ass swaying slowly and teasingly from side to side. Blake could see the soft hairs in her crotch, could see what he thought were the lips of her pussy. She kept swinging her ass at him while Lorraine had his cock erect and pulsing from her soft caresses. She pulled the skin back along the trembling shaft, then released it to slide sensuously back down his cock. Her fingers teased at his balls as she kissed the glowing head of the pecker.

He was panting in eager expectation. The young man had forgotten his discomfort at having two gorgeous girls ready to be fucked at the same time. They did well as a team, he noted, damn well. They sure had him charged up. He couldn't remember ever having such a deeply throbbing hard-on.

He watched Mitzi straighten up and slowly turn. He gasped at her loveliness as she arched her back and stood before him, her tits firm and thrusting proudly. No wonder he'd wanted to fuck her so badly. He'd wanted to fuck her before he'd seen how unbelievably gorgeous she was naked.

"I'll take over the cock now," Mitzi whispered in a breathy voice to her companion. "You show him what you have to offer him tonight while I keep the old pecker company."

She moistened her lips as she came toward his cock. Blake saw the redhead rise and begin to slide her dress down over those impossibly full tits. He looked from one girl to the other, from the voluptuous redhead who was sliding the dress over her thighs while her magnificent tits hung huge and enticing beneath her bent body, to the slender and delicate blond who was taking his cock in her lovely hands and slowly pumping it as she brought her mouth over the quivering head.

He continued to gape at the two girls, his body shaking in uncontrollable passion. Lorraine was naked now. She hadn't made such a production out of disrobing but she was making a hell of a show now. Her legs were spread and she was hunching her pussy at him and going through the damnedest set of bumps and grinds he'd ever seen. His cock jumped excitedly as the blond sucked sharply on it.

Mitzi pushed his shoulders back onto the bed, then pulled his legs around and straightened him out along the spread. He watched her body come slowly over him, felt the delicious touch of her pussy on his cock as she slowly sank onto him. He watched his cock bury itself into the golden-haired cunt and begin to throb at the enveloping softness of her pussy. She smiled down at him and rode him lightly. He was amazed at her weight. The blond was light as a feather.

"You'd better get in this, too," Mitzi told Lorraine. "Blake is too excited. He's going to pop awfully quick on us."

"Not before I get a good cunt-suck!" the redhead snapped. She came up over him and sat across his face. The girl leaned forward and nestled her luscious pussy against his mouth. Blake kissed the moist lips, then ran his tongue lightly over her cunt. He felt her thighs lighten over him as he licked deeper into her hot snatch.

Mitzi railed her hips to increase the delicious sensation of Blake's cock thrusting into her. She rode lightly up on her knees so that the bulging head could drive her clit into spurns of ecstatic delight. Blake was shuddering inside her, his frenzied cock sending its waves of rippling excitement tingling about her pussy. She had still been moist from the cunt play with Lorraine. Now she could feel her pussy pouring more lubricant from its walls, greasing the passage of the prick while the muscles kept tightening about the long shaft in delicious squeezes of passion.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Oooooo, I've been needing this. Where the hell have you been all night? I could have used this hard prick in me hours ago. Oooohhhh, just think of all the time we wasted!"

"We'll make up for it," Lorraine assured her. "We'll keep Blake fucking us all night and half of tomorrow. By the time we're finished with him his cock will be hanging below his knees."

The object of their conversation was past worrying over how they might fuck him into physical collapse. All Blake was aware of was the sweet feel of Mitzi's pussy around his cock and the voluptuous feel of Lorraine's cunt on his face.

He began to suck the redhead, suck her deeply and firmly. The girl shivered above him, her body trembling as she hugged him tightly with her thighs. He sucked wildly, alternating a tonguing into her pussy until he could hear her gasping for breath in her excitement. He hunched his ass off the bed in his attempt to drive his cock all the way into Mitzi's cunt.

"Ohhhhh!" Lorraine squealed. "Ohhhh, he's good. Damn, but he's good. He can out fuck any man who ever got his lips on my pussy! You've got a thrill ahead of you, Mitzi! Ohhhhh!"

"His cock isn't bad," the blond panted back at her. "I can feel him splitting me apart!"

"Just imagine!" Lorraine gasped. "We've been missing this good cock for months now! How'd we ever let him go so long without trying him out?"

"Those were the old days," Mitzi answered in a husky voice. "That was before we decided to get serious about this fucking business."

The girls laughed as they experienced the delightful fun of carrying on such lewd conversation while one man was working on them both. Mitzi rode the wildly thrusting cock, and concentrated all her thoughts on the lovely sensation of the thrusting shaft and its sensuous plunges upward into her cunt. She was pouring even more lubricant, then felt herself going into her crazy half-paralyzed state that preceded the explosive energy of an orgasm. It was as though her body were poised, gathering its strength for an enormous eruption into climax. She wanted to speak, but couldn't even open her mouth. She was frozen in passion as Blake rammed and rammed at her tensely trembling pussy.

Blake sensed that the blond was almost ready for his load. He debated holding it back and letting her have one free ride. He could let her soar into orgasm, then bring her to another before letting his cock empty into bet. No, he decided, he couldn't. No way he could. He was too excited. As soon as she went into her frenzied climax, he would have to join her. His cock would be unable to resist the hot pussy he had ached to get into for so long. He'd left her reach her orgasm and then unload his cum into her. In the short time he had before that, he'd better get busy on the lusty redhead. He wanted her to be a part of it. He sucked even stronger on the sweet cunt. He sucked, tongued deeply into her, then blew his breath into her pussy with all his strength.

"Eeeeee!" Lorraine shrieked.

He sucked her again, then repeated his blowing into her pussy. He tried to blow even harder. He felt her body lurch over him. He could feel her cunt pouring its juices into his mouth and over his tongue. She was throbbing and pulsing frantically as he sucked her once more. He hoped she was ready for one final long blast of his breath to push her over the edge into orgasm. His cock couldn't take much more of the pulsing action of the blond. Mitzi had him going crazy. She had to go soon. She just had to.

"Fuck me!" Mitzi whispered frantically. She was trembling beyond control, lost in the slow gathering of her orgasm. "Please, Blake, fuck me! Let it go! Fill me with cum! Ohhhh, I'm ready! I'm more than ready! I'm there! Ooooooooo! God! God! I'm there!"

So was Blake! His cock jumped into her cunt. It shuddered as it unleashed its heavy charge of cum into the hot passage. He fucked her frantically, deliriously as he kept spewing the hot jism into her ecstatic pussy. He felt the cunt above his mouth begin to spasm in rapid throbs indicating that the redhead was only a few seconds behind them Blake blew her once more, trying to pour his breath up her pussy as wildly as his cock was shooting into the blond's.

"Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes!" Lorraine shouted. "We're all together! Oooooo! Eeeeeee! That's the way to ignite my cunt! Mmmmmm!"

He felt that his body was coming off the bed as he serviced the two women. Blake imagined himself disappearing up both the smoking pussies, being sucked into the red-hot cunts. He gasped and panted as he emptied himself into the girls. Finally he fell back against the bedspread in complete exhaustion. The girls sank over him, their hands caressing him, caressing each other. They kissed him, sending sparks of satisfaction through his fatigued body. He looked to the side, at the body which had snuggled so tightly against him, and saw the deep glow of red hair. He looked over to see if the blond was going to snuggle on the other side.

Mitzi, however, was getting out of the bed. Her body glistened in the light of the bedside lamp. Her blond hair was more radiant than, ever. Her tits shimmered proudly on her chest. He could see the cm that dripped from her pussy and ran down her thighs. He watched her stretch luxuriously and walk across the room. Through the door he could see her make her seductive way toward the bar. He watched her, listening to the tinkle of icecubes, then smiled as she walked back into the room with three glasses in her hands. She sat beside them and offered a drink to both Blake and Lorraine.

"A little refreshment," she laughed as the other two propped up on pillows and sipped along with her. "A little refreshment to give us strength for the next fuck."

"You really mean that, don't you?" Blake asked, finally realizing that he had a hell of a night ahead. "You really are planning on staying the night."

"Hell yes," Mitzi replied, reaching down and patting his well-used cock. "After all, Lorraine hasn't even felt that prick up her cunt yet. By the time you get her fucked, I'll be all horny again."

Blake watched as she lifted the glass and downed the drink in a single long gulp. He felt the redhead begin to caress his chest, her hands gradually moving down toward his prick. The blond tucked her legs under her and took their drinks from them. She set one on the table beside the bed and began sipping the other casually.

"You two ball away," she smiled happily. "Ill sit this one out and have a few drinks while I observe."

CHAPTER SEVEN

Mitzi paused at the door, then turned back and checked her appearance in the mirror along the hotel corridor. Yes, she smiled, she had never looked better. The man waiting would never know that she had been up all night fucking. She smiled as she remembered the pathetic state of Blake Collins by the time they had finished with him.

She felt sure it would be a long time before the poor man put the make so freely on girls around the apartments. At last he wouldn't go after the more liberated girls. Let him look for some mousy little broad, Mitzi smiled, who would be satisfied with a fuck or two a week.

She turned back to the door. A fat contract for the new partnership could be the result of this meeting. She had discovered that the man waft in town making arrangements for a large convention, larger than Lorraine had been courageous enough to try for in the past. Mitzi had felt little hesitation in giving her pitch, though. No need to back off from the big money. That's what the partnership was all about. She would handle getting the accounts and Lorraine would handle recruiting the girls. Tonight she would have to prove she could deliver the contracts for major convention.

"Mr. Balsam?" she asked as the chubby, cheerful man opened the door. "Mitzi Maynard. I believe you're expecting me."

She had reverted to her maiden name for the business. Mitzi had not yet decided whether she would divorce Carl. She had decided that her business activities would be in her own name.

She smiled and stepped inside the room as Rodney Balsam stared at her. He must not have been expecting such a young broad, she decided. Shit! Some middle-aged old hag would never be able to compete with her and Lorraine.

Balsam's eyes took in her body. She had been careful to select a suit that appeared to be very crisp and businesslike while still revealing her curves. The executive looked from the full, ripe tits to the shining nylon hose that clung about her shapely legs. He looked from her saucy ass to her flowing blond hair. He looked her over thoroughly, his eyes glinting in unabashed approval.

"I had expected someone older," he admitted honestly, then added with a smile, "and someone far less beautiful."

"You won't hold that against me, I hope," Mitzi said, her eyes becoming liquid with invitation.

She watched him shuffle his feet in embarrassment, then direct her to the couch. She looked about the luxury suite. These hotels really put on a show for men who could bring them good business. The suite looked like something out of an Italian palace. The sitting room was elaborately furnished. From what she could see of the bedroom through the open door, it was appointed just as elegantly. One would have thought they were in a five-hundred-year-old villa, rather than a very modem hotel.

She sat down, giving him a flash of thigh, then leaned so that her tits thrust forward as they talked. She kept his attention more on her body than on her business proposals. It worked. In only an hour she had the contract signed. That was, however, only part of the business Mitzi was after. In any large convention there would be all sorts of promoters and exhibitors. A word from the man who was head of the convention would bring even more business to the girls. Mitzi was determined that Rodney Balsam would have nothing but praise for her. She made no effort to leave when he gave her the contract.

Balsam was completely aware of why she remained. He had hoped she was that smart a girl. Now he smiled, feeling infinitely better about his decision. A girl who began immediately trying to please her clients was a girl worth having under contract. He walked over and fixed them drinks, then sat beside her as he brought the glasses back. He patted her thigh affectionately, his cock leaping at the soft, lithe feel of her leg.

The blond pressed her leg against his and turned so that a tit lay against his arm. She smiled over the drink at his sparkling eyes. He knew what she was doing. Mitzi saw that he knew. Good! That saved a lot of trouble. She didn't have to pretend she was letting herself be seduced. They could get into the bedroom and get on with the fucking. She smiled suggestively at him and took a deep drink. She placed the partially finished drink on the table and looked up at him with a question in her eyes.

"You know I want to," he answered her look. "The bedroom is right through here."

He took her arm and led her from the sitting room into the softly lighted sleeping area. Mitzi stood watching for a moment. If he wanted to undress her, she wouldn't deprive him of that thrill. Some men got almost as much fun out of undressing a girl as they did out of fucking. She watched Balsam remove his coat and hang it neatly on a hanger. He walked to the closet and hung the coat on a rack, then slipped out of his pants and just as carefully hung them up.

The young blond smiled to herself at his neatness. After all, he knew he had the fuck coming to him. Why should he risk the expense of having his clothes pressed because of impatience. Balsam knew she wasn't going anywhere except to bed with him. If she had had any hesitation she'd have been out of the suite long before now.

Mitzi slipped her jacket off and hung it over a chair. She tried to be just as careful and deliberate as Rodney Balsam as she removed her blouse and skirt and spread them on the chair. He was undressed and watching her in admiration as she took off her half-slip, then her bra and pantyhose. She looked up and wrinkled her nose affectionately as she finally pulled down her panties. She stretched her naked body for him and walked toward the bed.

Strange, she suddenly realized. Balsam's cock was still limp. She'd never had this sort of experience before. Shit! Usually a man's cock was raging long before she ever got undressed. Rodney's though, was still hanging limp even as she was about to lie on the bed, he smiled at her, not at all embarrassed by his state. He motioned her to wait a minute before getting into the bed. He stepped to her and handed her his belt.

"I hope you know what to do with this," he told her. "I have to have it in order to get a hard-on. It's from something in my childhood, I imagine. I suppose my mother told me how dirty and awful sex was so often that it got so I had to be punished for fucking before I ever got some pussy."

Mitzi stared at him as she held the belt limply. She had heard about strange sexual stimulation like this. This was her first experience with it, though, and she was a little confused.

"How hard?" she asked. She suddenly began to laugh. Rodney looked at her in confusion. Mitzi leaned over impulsively and kissed him on the forehead. "I mean how hard do you want me to strike you. I know how hard I want your pecker."

Balsam realized her amusement and joined in with her laughter. He reached over and patted her affectionately. No girl had ever treated him this way before. Most of the time they agreed to his strange request with distaste written all over them. This luscious little blond, though, accepted his needs. Her joke with herself about it was proof of that. She was a real pro. Balsam was more sure than ever he had made the right choice in awarding his contract to Mitzi.

"Not hard enough to bruise me," he cautioned her, then laughed again. "Just hard enough for me to feel it. Sort of raise it and let it drop across my ass."

Mitzi nodded and watched him bend over the bed. She raised the belt and let her arm fall with it. She was sure she winced more than Rodney. She saw a soft red streak across his rump where the leather had fallen. She had marked him. She had struck him too hard. She gasped in fright, then saw him smile as he looked around at her.

"That's perfect," he told her. "All right, now, get on with it."

She raised her hand and let it fall again. She followed that with another lash of the belt. She saw his ass turn red in streak after streak. She concentrated on where she let the leather fall, trying to see if she could redden the entire ass equally. She felt a strange sense of power, of sensual satisfaction with each blow. She was actually enjoying the whipping. She raised her arm and dropped it again. She listened to the soft crack as the belt struck the firm flesh of his ass.

Mitzi realized that she was panting. She wasn't panting from the exertion, but from the excitement. Strangely, her cunt was tingling from the thrill of each blow. Her tits were pulsing, the nipples hardening just as though they were being massaged by rough and demanding male hands. She felt the electric sparks run through her thighs and up into her cunt. Damn! She was actually beginning to lubricate from the whipping. Her breath was getting shorter and shorter with each stroke.

She looked back down at Rodney's ass. It was glowing, red all over except for two slender lines of white. The blond concentrated on trying to let the belt drop over toes white ribbons. It took a number of strokes before she finally succeeded. In the meantime her own passionate response had become more intense. Her clit was vibrating sympathetically with the shuddering of Balsam as he twisted ecstatically beneath her strokes.

Mitzi watched the play of muscles over Rodney's back and thighs as his body shook with excitement. He gasped passionately, then turned over on the spread. She checked her raised arm and let the belt fall harmlessly to her side. No way would she let it drop on the magnificent cock that reared from the black hair of his groin. Damn! The man was hung like a horse! He hadn't appeared that immense when the cock dangled limply. It sure as hell was a wonderful piece of meat now, though. She looked at it with sparkling eyes, her mouth watering in anticipation.

Rodney reached up and grabbed her. He pulled her roughly onto the bed, his hands running sensuously over her body. He laid her face down on the bed and took the belt from her. Mitzi lay panting in expectation of feeling the hot cock, never dreaming what was about to happen. She didn't realize the turnabout game that he intended until the first sensation of the belt coming across her own ass.

"Hey!" she gasped. "You didn't tell me you wanted this, too."

The blond felt terror mingle with her sexual arousal. She struggled to get up, but he pushed her shoulders roughly back onto the bed. The leather came down again, not hard, just enough for her to feel a warming sensation across her ass. She lay there, hoping that he only wanted to apply two or three token lashes. He kept the strokes up, however, turning her ass into a pulsing mass of quivering passion.

Mitzi gasped at the fact that his strapping of her was exciting her as much as she had been aroused by whipping him. Her cunt was trembling and throbbing as he continued the soft, warming strokes. Her tits were swelling against the spread. Her mouth hung open. She wanted him. She had been planning to fuck him as past of the business deal. Now, damn it, she wanted to be fucked by Rodney. She panted for him to finish this and get that magnificent prick up her cunt.

"Hurry!" she pleaded. "Hurry and fuck me! Ohhhhh, my God, Rodney! You've got me so horny I can't stand it!"

"You like it, too!" he muttered huskily. "I knew you would. I knew you were my kind of girl. Damn! I've never done this before. I never met a girl I trusted enough to do this. I could get them to whip me, but I knew they'd never let me whip them. Not until you!"

He came down over her. His hands grabbed her body. He turned her over and began kissing her tits. The blond reached for his cock, caught it and realized that it had grown even more powerful as a result of her submission to his game. She pumped him happily. She wouldn't want that sort of treatment as a normal part of fucking, but if it gave Balsam this stiff a cock, then she could take it once in a while. Mitzi sighed deeply as he sucked at her tits and ran his finger into her cunt.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned. "Ooooooo, I want you! Damn, but I want you! I want that cock in me, all the way up in me! Oooooo, Rodney, don't keep me waiting too long!"

She fingered along the big, curved cock while he sucked her tits into throbbing life. His tongue flicked back and forth over her hard nipple until she was ready to scream. His finger pumped her pussy until she was wild with desire for him. Finally he brought his face to her lips and kissed her deeply and sensuously. His tongue made no attempt at teasing her. It ran into her mouth as though he owned her. He tongued her mouth possessively as she lay trembling beneath him.

"Now!" he gasped. "Now I want some of that little pussy you've been promising me all night. I never expected to find this sort of cunt pie tonight. Damn! Thought I'd have to phone out for a call girl to get my jollies. Never dreamed that you would be something this special!"

He kept chattering as he pushed his massive cock against her cunt. Mitzi wriggled her sand cunt to help the wide prick work its way through her cuntlips and against her ecstatic clit. He wasted little time, once his pecker got a taste of her pussy.

The huge cock came driving into her, threatening to split her tender cunt with its size and force. Balsam began balling her roughly. Every move of his sent shaking spasms through her body. The tight fit of cunt and cock, the wildness of his fuck, brought them both rapidly toward orgasm.

"Yes!" she panted. "Yes! Yes! Like that! Fuck me hard! Hurry! Oooooeeeee! That cock is driving me crazy! Mmmmmmm!"

"I'll teach you to tease me all night!" he gloated. "You sit there and flash those legs at me! You tease me with those luscious thighs! You roll those tits in front of my eyes! All right, baby! Now you're getting what you were asking for!"

Mitzi panted and gasped under his frantic fuck. She felt his cock swell proudly as it conquered her yielding cunt. She felt him begin to tremble with an approaching orgasm. She waved her ass insanely to urge him on. She wanted to feel his heat. She wanted the big pecker to erupt in her. She wanted to take him, to drain him. She wanted all his cock, all his cum.

"Let it go!" she pleaded. "Ball me! Fuck me! Oooooo, please! Please!"

He answered her plea. His prick shuddered, then showered his semen into her. The blond trembled over the rampaging prick as he unloaded. She took the cum joyously as her pussy met his orgasm with a thrilling climax of her own. She lay transfixed beneath him as he filled her.

"Young lady," he told her afterwards, "if you are any sample of how your outfit looks after its customers I'm going to have the happiest bunch of conventioneers to ever hit this town."

"I thank you, sir," she smiled over at him. "I told you that we go to all lengths to please our gentlemen."

"You made a believer out of me."

Mitzi left an hour later after prolonged kissing and fondling. She suspected that Rodney might have been building up for another fuck. She was not in the mood for more of his kinky sex. It had been fun once, but not as a regular diet. Besides, she had proven her point to him. She'd given him a fuck he would remember for years to come. Now it was up to Lorraine and the girls to do their share. The blond had gotten them the contract. Her free fuck had probably gotten the most of the exhibitors' contracts as well. That was her job. Now it was all up to Lorraine to produce what she had promised.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"I'll take this one!" the tall blond man cried excitedly as he scooped Mitzi up from the floor and walked about the room showing his prize to his buddies. "You ever see anything to match this tail? I get a hard-on just thinking about how good she's going to be!"

Mitzi had hesitated about going to the party.

Lorraine had not insisted that she attend. She had merely suggested that Mitzi might be interested in seeing what sort of services their girls could provide to a celebrating crowd of conventioneers. Mitzi had refused at first, then called back later to say she had decided to go. Actually she had changed her mind because she felt in the need for a good fuck and figured she might as well get it through the business. That was better than just going out to a bar to find some horny man she could pick up. This way the partnership would get the credit and she would get her hunk of cock.

She hadn't quite expected such a flagrant sex party. Everyone was naked, all except the blond and redhead who had just walked through the door. If the blond giant who held her in his arms had anything to do with it, Mitzi knew she would be as naked as the others in short order. He had her skirt up around her waist as he carried her about, his head plunging now and then into her crotch, kissing and sucking her through her hose and panties.

He satisfied himself that all the men approved his selection, then walked with her into the adjoining room. Two queen-sized beds were already in use. Two couples were balling away, oblivious to each other or the party going full blast in the next room. The blond man laid her on one of the beds, beside one fucking couple. He smiled down at her as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Hi, beautiful!" he greeted her. "I'm Sandy, Sandy Morrison."

"Hello, Sandy Morrison," she replied, amused by his direct approach. "Call me Mitzi."

"Why?" he asked as he pulled the blouse from her shoulders, then removed her bra.

"Because it's my name," she laughed. She lifted her ass to let him slip the skirt down, then lifted it again for him to get at the hose and panties.

"Then hello, beautiful Mitzi," he laughed as he completed undressing her.

He stood up and looked down in appreciation. He whistled softly at the sight before him. He'd never seen quite such a luscious piece of ass in his life. She sure beat the hell out of his chunky little wife back home in Ohio. She beat the hell out of anyone back home in Ohio or anywhere else he'd ever been. His cock throbbed wildly as he looked over his prize. His breath came in a short gasp at the idea of sinking his prick into this soft and delicate woman.

"You going to stand there all night, Sandy Morrison?" she asked, reaching up and grabbing his cock.

She pulled him playfully toward her, then pumped his cock slowly and tauntingly as he came onto the bed beside her. As long as she was going to get fucked, and that's why she had come any way, she might as well get on with it.

She played with the slender pecker and reached her other hand back for his balls as he leaned over her tits and began to kiss them slowly and deliberately. His hands cuddled them gently, reverently. He sucked them as though they were filled with the finest wine. Mitzi marveled at the contrast between the brashness with which he grabbed her as she entered and the softness with which he treated her now. He had her tits glowing. He had her tingling with his soft, delicate touch. For a big man, he was amazingly gentle. He inspired her to be just as soft and gentle with him. She pumped his cock gently, teasing very lightly at his balls. Her fingers barely touched his shaft as she worked the skin back and forth. She taunted his balls with only the tips of her fingers.

"What a beautiful girl," he kept muttering. "What an absolutely exquisite woman."

He sucked slowly but firmly at her tits, turning the nipples into burning coals. Mitzi twisted beneath him, her body writhing in its arousal. She was throbbing and pulsing in genuine passion. This was no longer business. This was pure pleasure.

Sandy slowly took her ass in his hands and turned her over on the bed. He slipped himself between her thighs and lifted her ass so his long, slender prick could reach between her legs and curve upward against the mound of her cunt. His hands grappled over her tits while he hunched his cock slowly over the cunt. Mitzi rubbed her ass sensuously against him, letting her pussy grow more excited by the nearness of the steel-hard shaft.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed as he rammed his cock into her cuntlips. "Oooooo, I like it this way. Mmmmmm!"

He kept one hand on her tits, toying with the tingling nipples while his other dropped to her cunt and began to press into her clit. The little passion button shimmered radiantly at his touch, sending its message of delight into the glowing walls of her pussy. The blond gasped at the rising passion, rubbing her ass more rapidly against Sandy and closing her thighs over the shaft of his cock. She thrilled to the presence of his finger in her cunt while she tried to work, her pussy onto the delicious feeling cockhead.

"Oooooo!" she moaned. "Mmmmmmm, you know how to treat a woman. YOU can really send chills through a little pussy."

The blond man laughed softly behind her. He worked at her tits with greater intensity, cupping and mashing and pulling on the heaving globes. He caught a nipple between his thumb and a finger and mashed it gently, just enough to drive the sensitive button wild. He kissed along her ear and ran his tongue teasingly about her lobe. He nibbled at the lobe, then at her neck.

Mitzi shivered as her passion was kindled. She was unable to stay calm on the bed. She was shaken by the pounding of her heart, the throbbing of her cunt, the panting of her breath. She dimly heard the couple beside them go into orgasm. She could hear a female voice somewhere, urging her partner on and on. She heard the passionate groan of a deep male voice. She could even hear the soft slap of their bodies as they fucked away with rising frenzy. It was all off in some fog, though. The little blond was too caught up in the marvelous sensations Sandy was producing in her body.

He opened her thighs enough to slip his legs further beneath her. His cock came up beneath her pussy, now able to rub into her cuntlips and drive her clit into roaring ecstasy. Mitzi shook wildly, her ass waving insanely. She gasped as he bit deeper into her neck. She pushed herself down onto the wonderful cock and sank onto the lunging, thrusting shaft.

"Oooooo!" she gasped. "There it is! Now I've got it! I've been hungry for that meat for long enough! Now I want to taste that prick all the way through me! Mmmmmmm!"

"You'll feel it," Sandy assured her, his lips at her ear.

His cock was lunging frantically, teaching upward, stretching into the furthest recesses of her cunt. His finger pressed just above it, stimulating her clit as completely as the rampant prick was igniting her cunt. His hand at her tits was working the globes in sensuous circles. Mitzi felt the satin flesh shimmer against his fingers. The tits bounced against each other as he swirled them. She was rising rapidly to her climax. The man was a master at fucking. Damn, but he was a hell of a hunk of meat!

"Ohhhhh!" she shuddered. "I feel it all! I feel what you're doing to me! You've got me all burning inside! I can feel every nerve in my tits, in my pussy, in my ass! Damn! Ooooooeeeee! I'm tearing apart! I'm blowing up!" in her ear.

"Ohhhhhh!" Sandy gasped.

"Uhhhhmmmmm! Damnnnnn! You go ahead, baby! Let that little pussy get its fun! I won't be far behind! Not far behind at all!"

The cock shuddered and trembled in her. It stood still a moment, gathering strength for its final frenzied lunges. Mitzi sensed the nearness of his orgasm. She wriggled her ass even more teasingly against hin, urging him on. Damn! Ohhhhh, damn! She wanted to feel his explosion. She wanted him to reach the first climax. The blond knew she was close enough that the first touch of hot jism in her cunt would trigger her own orgasm. She wanted to feel him go off, then soar into ecstasy with him.

"Give it to me!" she panted. "Come on! I want it! Ohhhh, damn! I want it!"

"Then you got it, gorgeous! You have it!"

His cock went wild inside her. He lifted her ass higher to plunge the frantic pecker deeper as it began unloading its load of cum. Mitzi shook in excitement. The blond waited only a moment before feeling her pussy join, in the passionate spasms. Cock and cunt throbbed together as they rolled around the bed in a prolonged orgasm.

"Ooooooeeee!" she shouted. "Ooooooo, what a man! What a hell of a fuck! Ooooeeeee!"

She heard the couple beside them clap their hands and laugh. As their orgasms began to subside, their bed-mates rolled onto them, hands caressing and groping over their bodies. A brunette head lay on Mitzi's chest as the young girl sucked deliciously on her tits. She felt a hand softly caressing her thighs and cunt as she looked down in the confusing mass of bodies. The four of them rolled about and laughed in the warmth of having shared the same bed during their fucks. They were interrupted by a voice from the doorway.

"Hey, you guys!" one of the men called out. "You're missing a hell of a show in here. If you've finished screwing, maybe you'd enjoy seeing the sexiest show in years."

Something exciting must be going on, Mitzi decided, watching him. His cock was at full erection. It waved frantically in the air as he looked at them, eyes glowing with lust and enjoyment. Then he turned suddenly and went back into the next room.

Mitzi and the other three slowly separated themselves. She heard the music which was blaring through the door. They climbed from the bed and walked through the door, finding spots among the crowd which stood and sat in a large circle watching the twisting form of the naked girl as she danced around three men.

The blond dropped onto the soft carpeting and smiled up at the way Lorraine had the three cocks trembling from her taunting dance. The red hair swung about her as she spun and whirled from one to the other, leaning down to kiss each cock, then letting her hair drag sensuously across it. She leaned her shoulders back and hunched her pussy at each cock, then stepped back and rolled her hips in the most suggestive way the blond could imagine. Her lips were parted, saliva clearly visible in her mouth as though she were in the middle of an orgasm.

It was the way her muscles rippled that gave the redhead her most excitingly sensuous quality. Mitzi watched the soft trembling of muscle in Lorraine's thighs, in her hips, in her tummy and in her tits. The mammoth breasts seemed to roll of their own accord as she danced. Throbbing erotically before the men's eyes, they seemed to scream to be caught in a pair of hands and sacked wildly.

The voluptuous body shimmered in front of one of the men as Lorraine sank down far enough for her tits to pulse and heave around his cock. The watching crowd gasped at the way the prick lunged and trembled at the nearness of such magnificent female flesh. The poor recipient of her taunts was sweating profusely, his mouth hanging open dumbly as he hunched his cock at the woman's tits.

He almost lost control. He was at the point of grabbing the redhead in a lust-inspired rage when she smiled and twisted up and away from him. She pulled the same tease with the next man, letting the tits get even nearer his glowing cock. Mitzi felt her pussy tingle in sympathetic passion with the man who was leering down at the delicious breasts. She watched him swallow the huge lump that the excitement had brought to his throat.

How much longer, Mitzi wandered, could the men hold out? The cocks were fully swollen. The huge shafts trembled in anticipation. The great heads were bare and shining as the skin peeled back along pulsing shafts. She could see the veins stand out on the men's temples, matching the rigidity of their pricks. She saw the flare of nostrils, the tightening of ass muscles. Still the red-haired temptress taunted and teased them. She turned her back and waved her ass at the cocks, backing slowly against each until the cock leaped at the touch of her delicious asscheeks.

The music soared louder and louder. Lorraine danced with deeper and deeper sensuality. Damn! The girl could bring life to the dead with her movements. The blond felt her pussy leap in delight as the men stepped closer to the redhead. They surrounded her as she continued to tease and taunt. They stepped even closer. Now they were all about her. They were against her. She could no longer twist her body without sliding against one of the men.

They slowly took her to the floor. The red hair was still waving about as Lorraine was brought down onto the carpet. The men shuddered from the force of their lust as they covered the luscious body. Mitzi got up on her knees to watch better. She watched one of the men sit across the still writhing body and lay his cock into the huge tits. He cupped them over the lunging shaft and began to drive against the ripe flesh.

One of his companions dropped in front of him, his cock coming down to the wide, inviting lips of the red-haired dancer. The crowd gasped in delight as the heavy prick buried itself downward into the waiting lips. The third man lifted her ass and brought his cock toward her pussy. The auburn cunt hair sparkled from her exertions and from her excitement as Lorraine took the third cock in her cunt. He rammed it roughly into her, then began to fuck her violently.

Lorraine was almost invisible beneath the bodies of the men. Mitzi watched them twist about as they made full use of her friend's voluptuous body. They reared and shuddered. They gasped and trembled. The sexual charges that had been building up during the dance were unleashed now on the helpless body of the beautiful red-haired girl.

Mitzi felt a quiver of concern for Lorraine. She felt a larger passion, though, at witnessing the triple fuck. This was something beyond her expectation.

Mitzi gasped and clapped her hands in delight.

She applauded Lorraine's accomplishment. She also applauded her own good fortune. With a partner like this, there was nothing that could stand in their way. They would fuck themselves to easy street. Hell yes!

CHAPTER NINE

It had been a hell of a party! It was past noon when Mitzi was awakened by the phone, by the notification that Miss Clements would see her at three. The blond was just a bit nervous about this can. She had been extremely successful in lining up convention contracts when the executives were male. She was not nearly so confident about confronting a sophisticated woman.

What the hell, she decided. If she lost this one, she still had a hell of a batting average. She ran into the bathroom and adjusted the shower. Her thoughts returned to the party the night before. Lorraine had left everyone horny after she fucked the three men at once. Mitzi closed her eyes as she stepped into the soft spray and remembered the scene.

The three men went after the girl with terrible passion. Mitzi watched them shudder as their cocks rose to a fever heat, their lust increased by the soft feel of the female body. They reared and plunged at her. Their hands groped over one another in their blind attempts to feel every inch of her. Their mouths hung open as they plunged three wild cocks over and over into the redhead. The music seemed to grow louder and louder, matching the rising frenzy of their fuck.

Mitzi's cunt was leaking juice from the thrill of watching. She reached over and grabbed Sandy's cock, pumping it frantically, just as frantically as he caressed her tits. She pushed the skin back along his shaft and shook his cock deliciously. Her body shook in soaring passion. She cried out in ecstasy as she watched the men begin to unload their cocks into Lorraine. She jerked Sandy off, barely aware of his panting delight as she shuddered in sympathy with the trembling thrusts of the spouting pricks in the center of the room. She watched the men slowly empty themselves and roll onto the carpet beside the red-haired girl.

Mitzi expected Lorraine to appear bruised and used up. She was amazed at the way her partner sat up and looked out at all of them. The redhead's eyes sparkled brilliantly. She shook her shimmering hair about her shoulders. Her wide mouth spread even wider in a smile of triumph.

"What are you all sitting around jerking off for?" she asked. "Let's get a little more action going."

They turned the music off as Lorraine rose and stepped laughingly over the three prostrate men. She directed the girls to form a circle around her on the floor. They alternated lying on their backs and resting on knees and elbows. The red-haired social chairman called for a circle of cunt-sucking. The girls would suck each other into orgasm. Then, she directed Sandy, when he saw them all throbbing in the middle of their orgasms, he was to turn the lights off. At that moment the men would be expected to plunge into the midst of the girls and grab tits and ass like crazy. As soon as they discovered an empty pussy, they were free to stick their cocks up it and fuck away.

"Any objections?" she asked, looking about the room and motioning to her three latest conquests to get the hell out of the way.

"Yes!" someone called from the crowd. "You're taking too long getting started. I'm already hard just thinking about seeing all this good pussy sucking each other."

"Then we'd better get started!" Lorraine laughed. "You can always depend on this outfit to do anything to please the customers."

Mitzi dropped onto the cunt of the little brunette who had fucked beside her earlier. She spread the soft little thighs apart and snuggled her face up toward the pussy. Mitzi shivered at the soft experience. After watching the violence of the three men going after Lorraine, this was a welcome change of pace. The blond knew that things would pick up considerably as soon as the men jumped into the orgy, but until then she would relax and suck the brunette slowly and tenderly.

The girl closed her thighs around Mitzi's head. The little cunt hunched upward toward Mitzi's mouth. The taste of cum was still on the pussy as she ran her tongue out to tease over the girl's clit. Her hands caressed the girl's buttocks, delighted at the firmness of a pert little ass. She wondered what the kid's name was. She had been a pretty little doll, as well as Mitzi could remember.

The blond kept one hand on the girl's ass and reached the other up for her little tits. She covered one with her hand and rolled it about sensuously. The nipple tightened under the rubbing of her fingers, the muscles tightening from the soft caress. She switched to the other tit and massaged it into a matching firmness. The delicious little glands swelled out into her eager hand. Mitzi felt a moment of disappointment in not being able to take the time to kiss and suck the girl's tits. They'd be sucked, she was sure. As soon as the men got into the act, that little brunette would find an adoring pair of lips around those sweet young breasts.

"Mmmmm," Mitzi sighed as she sucked lightly at the slowly pulsing cunt. "Mmmmmm." She sucked more firmly on the pussy. Her tongue reached further into the silken cunt. She felt the girl shudder against her, then sucked even harder.

"God!" a male voice moaned from above them. "How much of this are we supposed to be able to take? Shit! I'm already hornier than hell from just looking at all that sweet pussy!"

"Just take it easy," a companion warned him. "You'll be a lot hornier when you see them start having their orgasms. That's the prettiest sight you can imagine, just watching all those little cunts go into action at once. We had a party like this in Chicago about four years ago. I still get a hard-on just thinking about it. Come on, girls, show us a little passion. Get those pussies hopping around!"

The talk continued, more lewd comments beginning to enter the men's conversation as the girls sucked harder and deeper. Mitzi felt the tongue inside her pussy lap hard at her clit. Sparks of delight ran through her cunt and down her thighs. The blond sank deeper between the brunette's thighs and began alternating sucking and blowing up into the shimmering pussy.

"Ooooooo!" she heard the girl cry out.

"Oooooo, what a pretty pussy!" Mitzi cried, making her voice breathy and blowing at the same time that she spoke.

The girl responded electrically. Her thighs tightened about Mitzi. Her ass rolled from side to side. The movement transferred itself through the blond's body. She rolled the girl beneath her just as fully.

The entire circle soon became a twisting, writhing mass of excited female bodies. The sound of sucking filled the room. Gentle moans began to erupt all about them. The girls gasped and panted, then sucked and blew each other with renewed vigor. Finally, Mitzi felt her climax beginning to rise inside her. She felt the little brunette shake violently beneath her. She could taste the sudden sharp taste of fresh cunt juice on her tongue.

The lights went out just as she was going into her rolling, throbbing climax. The lights went out and the room suddenly became chaos. She felt herself grabbed and pulled about. Rough hands grappled at her tits. Her legs were spread as she was twisted down onto her back and covered by a heavy male body. She heard the panting and gasping, the squealing and grunting that swirled through the wild scene.

She heard the sound of cocks slurping into wet cunts even as her own pussy was receiving a thick cock. She wondered which of the men had been able to grab her so quickly. Not that it mattered, of course. She had a thick piece of meat in her pussy, and her pussy was ready for any cock at all.

She gasped and panted as the unknown man fucked her roughly. His hands pulled on her tits. His mouth came down on one tit and sucked the hell out of it…

"Oooooo!" she squealed. "Fuck me! Come on! Fuck me! Oooooo!"

Similar exclamations filled the room. Male groans and grunts joined with shrill female pleas and pants. She shuddered as the wild fuck continued, tingled as the interrupted orgasm came back with greater force than ever. She wrapped her legs around a broad ass and took the man's enormous load into her cunt. She lay back beneath him, her body caught up in her orgasm. Her cunt sucked at the welcome prick. She glowed from the feel of the delicious cum running into her. She lunged herself onto the steaming pecker as they hugged powerfully and roughly.

Mitzi finished her shower and dried herself, the memory of the evening still vibrant in her mind. Her cunt was glowing again, just remembering the orgy. No wonder Lorraine had built up such a good business. She had trained the girls to give all sorts of services beyond merely being pretty and polite during the day at the conventions. With the reputation spreading, there should be no trouble selling their services to any group of conventioneers.

She dressed quickly, selecting a very conservative suit. She wore her most sensuous blouse beneath the coat, however. That was an after-thought for Mitzi. She had some premonition that it might not hurt to wear something very, very sexy beneath the tailored suit. She took the elevator to her car and drove through the mid afternoon traffic to her appointment.

Susan Clements was waiting for her. The young blond was immediately ill at ease in the presence of this kind of female. Susan Clements was the way Mitzi would hope she could look and act in another twenty years. The woman exuded success and confidence. In her own way she was strikingly attractive. Her tits seemed firm beneath the soft and expensive suit. Her body was lean and lithe. She had a hell of an ass on her and her thighs appeared quite curvy beneath the skirt. Her legs were exceptional. She was more than attractive, Mitzi decided. She was beautiful. She was beautiful in a very cool, reserved, dignified way.

Mitzi sat and talked with the woman in an entirely different way than her usual presentation. Not once did she give a flash of thigh. She didn't let her blouse come open to show just a little bit too much tit, either. She sat, trying to match the refinement of Susan Clements. She presented the services of her company coolly and efficiently. She was afraid she had lost this contract when the woman looked up and smiled warmly.

"You sold me!" she announced. "Draw up the contract and I'll sign it this afternoon."

"Really?" Mitzi gasped, then caught herself. No need to blow the deal now that she had closed it.

"I mean, that's wonderful."

She tried to cover her outburst by drawing the standard contract form from her attache case. Susan Clements was smiling at her as she laid it on her desk. The lovely woman didn't hesitate a moment to sign it. She pushed it back across to the girl and laid her pen aside.

"Of course I had already decided to give it to you the moment you walked in," she told Mitzi. "I had already checked on you. I know that you two girls own your own company. We have to stick together, don't we? Wouldn't do at all to let men monopolize a business that is so dependent on female presence."

She walked over to the small bar and poured them drinks. Mitzi watched the woman as she set the drinks down and pulled off her jacket. Susan wore a blouse just as sensuous as the blond's, perhaps more so. It was so thin that every stitch on her bra was clearly visible. Even the two tiny freckles on her left tit were easily seen through the blouse. She signaled for Mitzi to get comfortable as well.

"Now that we have finished playing businesswoman," she laughed, "let's have a few drinks and then plan our evening's fun."

She walked to the girl and took her to the small couch. They sat together, while the executive talked and ran her fingers along the girl's thigh. Her eyes roved delightedly over the proud tits and tiny waist. She smiled her appreciation as her own breasts thrust provocatively into the gossamer blouse. Mitzi felt slightly uncomfortable beneath the lustful glances. She wanted to draw her legs back from the hands that now were caressing along her thighs, pulling her skirt higher and higher.

The blond kept reminding herself that it didn't matter. Shit! If it had been a man who had just signed the contract she would have hopped in the sack with him without batting an eye. There was no need to get uptight just because a woman expected the same fringe benefits. She drew a deep breath, realizing it projected her tits even more delightfully, and turned to meet Susan's advances.

"Mmmmmm," the older woman murmured as Mitzi nestled into her arms. "Oooooo, I knew we'd get along. Well find us some young studs later tonight. I'm sure you know where they hang out. First, though, I've been dying to get at that luscious body of yours ever since you walked in."

Her hands came over Mitzi's tits, mashing them. She slowly unbuttoned the blouse and drew it away, then unhooked the bra so she could get her face at the tits she had been panting for. Susan sucked at each nipple while she pushed the skirt higher up Mitzi's thighs and began to rub her finger about the girl's pussy.

"I don't know why we're messing around out here in the sitting room, when there's a perfectly good bed just in there," she laughed, nodding toward the bedroom.

Susan stood up and lifted the blond by an elbow. Mitzi let herself be led through the suite, book to the bedroom. Susan walked to the bed and pulled the covers back.

Mitzi watched the elegant woman as they both undressed. Susan would have no trouble attracting a young stud, no trouble at all. Put her in a more showy dress and the men would be panting for the chance to get their cocks in that lovely body. Shit! In the dim lighting of a cocktail lounge, most of the men would assume that the beautiful Susan was not more than twenty-two or twenty-three. Her body was that firm. Her tits were that youthful in their shape, and in the way they had retained their firmness. Hell yes, they'd find some cock tonight. Pint, though, Mitzi would have to seal their contract by giving the woman an opportunity to play with her cunt.

CHAPTER TEN

Mitzi drove away from the hotel. Damn, she was tired! Upstairs, Susan Clements would be still fucking away. She'd be taking both the boys on by herself. Mitzi had fucked the one who had picked her up. She had fucked him in the bed while Susan had taken care of the other stud on the couch. Then, the other gal had suggested toy swap around. Both Mitzi and the man who had just finished with Susan were too used up.

The tall dark man, though, was led into the bedroom by the woman executive. Mitzi sat, sipping Scotch with her new companion while they listened to the sounds of the wild fuck going on in the next room. A second drink and the young blond was ready to call it a night. Her older friend, however, was just getting warmed up. She kept both men with her as Mitzi slipped from the room and came down to her car.

She had a fifteen-minute drive home. The blond decided that if she spotted an all-night restaurant, she'd better stop for coffee. That would keep her on the safe side. Too much fucking and too many drinks had left her groggy. She'd better have coffee, perhaps a hamburger would help, too. Mitzi spotted the bright lights of a restaurant and swung the car into the parking area. She smiled at the "Happiness Is A Tight Pussy" bumper sticker on the old van in the next parking slot, then walked inside, relieved to smell the sharp, rich aroma of freshly made coffee.

The young waitress brought her a cup before taking her order. Mitzi watched the way the chubby little girl swung through the restaurant, her thighs churning away beneath the short skirt, her full, ripe tits filling the blouse to overflowing. The blond was not the only one smiling at the girl's body. Two cheaply dressed men sat at a corner table. They kept eyeing the waitress and looking at each other as though they were making lewd remarks about the girl's anatomy. Mitzi was sitting near enough to pick up some of their conversation. As they raised their voices to speak to the waitress as she brought them their orders, the young blond listened while she sipped her coffee.

"Listen, honey," one of the men told the waitress. "Why don't we wait around until you finish your shift? We have a van out front. We'll take a spin out to the beach for the day."

The chubby brunette ignored the comment. Out of the corner of her eye, Mitzi saw the other man grab the waitress by her arm and pull her back toward them. His hand ran up the girl's thigh and patted the round ass beneath the skirt.

"Hey, sugar, Ben's talking to you," he scolded her. "That's not polite just to ignore a man when he's talking to you like that. I think you ought to apologize to my friend. His feelings will be hurt. He made you an offer and you didn't even answer him."

"Let me go!" the waitress hissed. "You have your order. Eat your food and get out of here!"

She winced as the man grabbed her thigh in a tight grip. He held her tightly while he looked up smiling at the rapidly heaving tits. He pulled her roughly toward him and leaned his head into the panting breasts.

Mitzi turned away for a moment. She looked for the presence of a man in the restaurant who might help the girl if the rough-looking pair got out of hand. The slender teenager who appeared behind the counter wouldn't be much help in case of trouble, not unless there was a gun behind the counter. Either of the two hoodlums could make short work out of him.

The blond was ready to step over to the telephone and call the police when she saw a burly figure step from the kitchen and look toward the waitress with a scowling face. The two toughs released the girl and let her resume her duties while the heavy-set manager stared at them threateningly before returning to the kitchen. Mitzi leaned back in the booth, letting her, body relax after the tension and activity of the day. She listened to the subdued rumble of the men's voices in the background, her mind flowing back as their actions and their voices triggered memory.

She'd been perhaps seventeen, still too slender, but striking enough with her blond hair and long, lovely legs to attract more male attention than she knew how to handle. She'd only fucked Donny Anders once more. She had tried a screw with an older boy, the son of her mother's closest friend, with little more success. The blond had about decided that fucking was overrated, that it was something she could leave alone until she fell in love with some very special boy. She had resisted all pleas, fought off all grasping hands of the boys she dated. She acted like a virgin. Hell, she remembered, she even thought of herself as a virgin.

There was one boy, however, who would not be deprived of her body. Calvin Wylie usually dated the girls from the lower end of town. Cal had never even tried to go with any of Mitzi's friends, certainly not with her. She had seen the swarthy boy at ball game with some of the cheapest-looking girls she could imagine. Whenever he locked at her as they passed in the school corridors, the blond felt an uncomfortable glow in her body. He looked at her like he could see right through her clothes. He didn't look at her face, he looked at her tits and at her thighs.

She kept her distance until the afternoon she was caught in a sudden thunderstorm. Mitzi had run to the shelter of a service station as the downpour started. She had gotten thoroughly soaked, however, before she made it. She stood, wet and shivering, beneath the overhang as the wind whipped the rain about her. She didn't notice the car that pulled in at first. She didn't notice it until Cal opened his window and called to her.

"You'll catch cold standing out there like that," he told her.

She looked over and recognized him. He wasn't looking at her in such a leering way as usual. She would have refused his offer of a ride if he had done so. He sure had every reason to stare at her. The wet blouse and skirt clung to every curve of her slender body. She might as well have been standing there nude. Instead of looking her exposed body over, Cal smiled into her face and motioned for her to hop in the car.

She hesitated a moment, then shivered from the wind and the rain. She ran quickly around the car and hopped in the door he had reached across to open for her. She sat down, realizing that her clothes were getting the upholstery wet. The blond opened her mouth to apologize when he waved aside her protest.

"What's a little water?" he laughed pleasantly. "It'll dry out a lot sooner than your clothes."

She smiled thankfully at him. Now he was looking at her in the old way. His eyes glowed as they rested on her panting breasts. He dropped his gaze to her crotch. She saw the sweep of lust over his face as he turned his vision back to the street and drove out of the station.

She still might have escaped the afternoon's events had the street which led into her subdivision not been flooded. The flash flood combined with a faulty sewer to make it impossible for him to drive her directly home. He stopped as he saw the cars ahead stalled out from the rising water.

Cal backed his car quickly and drove back in the direction from which they had come. Mitzi shivered from the wet clothing, too uncomfortable at the moment to realize where the boy was driving her. She sat dumbly as he drove down several streets, finally pulling into a driveway and stopping the car as they entered an attached garage. Calvin turned to her and smiled. This time the gentle, friendly smile was on his face.

"We have to get you dry," he told her. "Mom should have a robe you can wear while she tosses your things in the drier."

He reached across her and opened the door for her. Mitzi hesitated once more. He had mentioned his mother, she noted. Why should she worry? Hell, no boy ever raped a girl with his mother standing there watching. At least she had never heard of anything like that. She slipped through the door and ran into the house with him. She looked around for the expected mother of the boy. The house seemed deserted. Mitzi turned to him, feeling a sudden sensation of reluctance to remain. The look on his face gave her even more concern. He was looking at her with desire written all over him.

"Your mother?" she asked. "You said your mother would be here."

"Did I?" he laughed. "I don't see how I could. Mom won't be off work for two or three hours yet. That gives us plenty of time for me to get in a little pussy."

Mitzi tried to push past him and get out the door. Cal blocked her way with his wide shoulders and pushed her through the kitchen. He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her roughly against his body. He held her tightly while he began pulling at her wet clothing.

"Have to get these clothes off," he muttered. "Can't have the sexiest tail in school getting sick on us. Get you out of the clothes and dry them out. In the meantime I'll have a taste of that little cunt of yours."

Mitzi screamed and bit into his shoulder. He slapped her. She twisted from his grasp and screamed louder. Cal grabbed her even more roughly. This time her head stung from his slap. He slapped her so hard that she staggered backward, her head reeling from the force of his blow. He came after her, his breath hot, his voice husky.

"No more of that, damn it!" he muttered. "Get those clothes off! Get them off now! I'm tired of messing around with you. If I have to beat the hell out of you to fuck you, I'll do it. You can make it rough on yourself, or you can enjoy it with me. It's up to you. Get those clothes off. We can toss them in the drier while we fuck or you can drop them on the floor and put them back on wet. I don't give a shit! All I care about right now is getting my cock in that pussy."

The blond looked at him in terror. His eyes showed his seriousness. Cal wasn't kidding her. He would beat her up. His face was flushed with excitement. His fist was balled this time. He stood threateningly in front of her, ready to take whatever steps were necessary. She nodded her reluctant agreement to go along with his plans. Mitzi began tugging her clothes off as she accepted the inevitability of being fucked. She asked him calmly where the drier was located and walked after him, tossing her clothing in as she removed them piece by piece. She was naked as he turned the drier on, then reached for her hand and dragged her through the house to his bedroom.

The wall was covered with nude photographs. Mitzi realized that most of the pictures were not from magazines. They were real photographs. Some of the girls posed with tits thrust out, with cunts exposed between spread thighs, with asses flagrantly displayed, were familiar. Two of them were girls from school. One was the girl behind the candy counter at the dime store.

She turned back as Cal finished undressing and stepped toward her. His cock was standing up from the dangling balls, waving about in expectancy. She looked town at it in fascination. He was bigger than Don. He was bigger than the other boy who had fucked her, Gene. He was bigger than she expected any boy to be down there.

The cock seemed to be still swelling as Cal pulled her toward the bed. The bluish-red end of it glowed at her as the skin rolled back along the shuddering shaft. She stared in horror and fascination as he pushed her down on the bed and crawled over her. His hands caught her tits and began to pull and twist at them roughly. She could hear him panting in his excitement. She watched the lust in his eyes, the tense play of muscles about his face. She looked again at the monstrous cock he was rubbing against her.

"You like it, don't you!" he gloated. "I knew you'd like it. All the girls like it! Shit! I've got more meat in this prick than most girls will see in a dozen fucks. That's why I can fuck the older broads around town. I don't have to stick to schoolgirls, not with the pussy that, come looking for this pecker. You're different, though. I've had a hard-on for you ever since we started high school. I knew I'd get at that tail some day. It just took patience. Now I get to fuck you. Ohhhh, man! I get to fuck the nicest tail in school."

He pulled his cock upward along her body. Cal moved himself up and sat across her abdomen. He lowered his cock against her chest and rubbed it back and forth over her tits. The heat from it shocked her. The hardness of it amazed her. It was like steel. It was big and hard and hot. Her tits trembled from the rapid pulsing throbs which shook the massive meat. She lay back, half-excited, half-frightened as he pulled her young tits against his cock and began to push it back and forth between them.

His eyes glistened, his nostrils flared. He pumped between her tits happily, his mouth falling open in pleasure. Mitzi looked down and watched the head of the cock as it kept coming up trough her tits. The tip was turning more red in the excitement. She could feel the heat increase in her breasts. She shivered at the way he shook over her. He was panting more and more, gasping and panting in delight.

"Oohhhh!" he gasped. "What sweet tits! What soft little tits! You're the sweetest cunt I ever got my hands on!"

The blond lay back, yielding to his lusty demands. Her terror was vanishing. After all, he hadn't hurt her in any way, not since he hit her the second time. Since then he had been gentle. He was enjoying her body. He made her feel more sexy than she had ever felt before. He gave her more of a feeling of being feminine than she'd ever had before. Her body was responding to him. She was shaking beneath him. Her tits were tingling at the continued thrusts of his cock. Her pussy was tingling also as it waited for its turn. She twisted herself beneath him, her legs writhing in delight.

"Ohhhhh!" he kept moaning. "Ohhhhh, it feels so good! It feels so good to play with those tits. I'd better get my cock in your cunt before I blow my wad all over your tits."

He slid back along her body. He spread her thighs and brought his shaking cock up to her pussy. The wide knob rammed against her cunt, then opened the reluctant lips and drove over her clit. Mitzi jerked at the touch, at the surprise ecstasy he caused her. He laughed lustfully as he teased her clit with his bulging cock head.

"You like that, don't you?" he chuckled. "Hell yes, you like that. Never fucked a broad yet who didn't like what my old prick could do with her clit. I'll work that little button till you're ready for a good fuck."

His hinds worked her tits in slow, sensuous circles white he rubbed his cock maddeningly over her clit. Mitzi shuddered from his expert manipulations, her body glowing with rapidly rising passion. She felt her pussy sucking at the prick, shimmering in anticipation of his gliding the cock past her clit and stretching her pussy as it reached deeper and deeper into her. Her tits swelled warmly into his hands, the nipples tightening and becoming sensitive to his lightest touch. She rolled beneath him, her breath getting shorter as her desire rose higher. She raised her legs up and down along his thighs, then grabbed him as she wrapped them over his body and hunched her cunt along the luscious cock.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Mmmmmm, you're good. You're a better fuck than I ever had."

"They all like this cock, once they've gotten a taste of it."

He fucked her more rapidly, accepting her invitation to thrust deeper inside her cunt. The cock throbbed along her passage, sending waves of erotic delight through her.

Cal leaned his face to hers and kissed her. His tongue parted her lips and ran demandingly through her mouth. He sucked on her, drawing exciting new passion from her. She was lunging upward from his stimulation, her body unable to remain still as he fucked her with greater vigor. She arched her back, then hunched her pussy viciously at his cock. She fucked him as violently as he was balling her.

Mitzi was shocked at the amount of passion her body contained. She was shocked even more deeply at the total enjoyment she experienced. This was so totally different from anything she had experienced before. Compared to this, her past fucks were just heavy petting. Now she was getting a thorough fucking. She was getting her ass fucked off and loving it.

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, twisting her mouth from his. "Oooooo! Fuck me, Cal! Fuck me harder and harder! Let me feel that prick tearing me apart! Oooooo, it's good! It feels so big and warm in me! Oooooeeee!"

Her orgasm caught her by surprise. She had never felt anything like it before. She became less able to fuck back as her body was caught up in a paralyzing set of slow throbs. Her pussy shook around the plunging cock. Her tits trembled frantically against Cal's hands. She was unable to hunch her ass, to push her pussy along the gleaming rod.

"Uhhhhh!" he gasped as his soaring passion matched her own. "Uhhhhhh! Gotta take care of that pussy! Gotta fuck that pussy, fuck the hell out of it!"

"Ooooeeee!" she squealed. "Mmmmmmm!"

Her orgasm exploded inside her. She lay shimmering, bathed in a pool of liquid fire as he began unloading the cock into her. She gasped and panted as he became rigid all over in his frantic attempt to empty his cum into her spasm-racked cunt.

Cal shuddered emptied his jism into her delirious pussy. Mitzi felt the hot semen splash into her even as her own juices oozed deliciously from her cunt wails to mingle with it. The teenagers rolled on the bed, hugging and panting as their bodies blended into a singe erotic dance. They caressed and cuddled as the force spent itself, finally lying softly together and smiling in the hazy afterglow of a good fuck.

Almost eight years later, the lovely blond watched the two toughs walk past her, glancing her way, but keeping most of their interest on the chubby little waitress. The brunette might be missing something, Mitzi thought. The two crude men might be just as good with their cocks as Calvin had been.

The rough boy certainly was the turning point in the blond's life. After that afternoon in the sack while waiting for her clothing to dry, she had been a different kind of girl. Until she met Carl she had never missed an opportunity for a juicy fuck. Now that she was through with her two-timing husband, she was back at the same old game. Now, however, she was making it build her a future. She could mix pleasure and business beautifully together.

She sighed, remembering the boy and wondering idly what might have happened to him since that afternoon. He was probably married now, to some dowdy little cunt who divided her time between PTA and car-pooling. Poor Calvin! Maybe some day she'd run into him out here on the West Coast. She could teach him a few lessons now.

The blond rose reluctantly and walked to the cashier's stand. She glanced at her watch, shocked at the time. Hell, she had work to do tomorrow, important work. She had to be ready and bouncy for any executive who was interested in celebrating a signed contract.

The little waitress smiled in admiration at the beautiful blond who handed her a five. She would give anything to be as refined, as elegantly beautiful as this customer. Perhaps, the brunette thought, if she were as lovely as this blond lady then she wouldn't have problems with the likes of the two rough men. Men like that wouldn't dare make a pass at anyone like the blond. They'd know she was out of their class. She smiled as she handed Mitzi her change and watched the elegant flow of nylon as the young woman walked out into the night.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

They grabbed her as she came around the van to get in her sports car. They grabbed her, pulled her roughly inside and slammed the door shut. Mitzi saw the blade of the knife gleam as the man brought it toward her tits.

"Quiet, baby!" he hissed. "You keep quiet or I'll cut off those beauties!"

He pressed the tip into her side, just enough for her to gasp from the sharp pain. Mitzi looked at him in terror, her eyes wide and staring, her mouth working soundlessly as she tried to find the voice to assure them of her submission.

"You going to be a good girl?" the heavier man asked her. "You going to behave yourself and not give us any trouble?"

She nodded soundlessly as he leered over her body. Her dress had come up around her waist. Her neckline had torn enough so that one tit hung exposed from the soft material. She saw him leer at her body and moisten his lips in anticipation. He nodded to his companion and motioned toward the driver's seat in the van.

"All right, Tom," he muttered, "Let's get out of here. Let's go somewhere and try out this fancy piece of pussy. She looked down her nose at us in there just now. I don't see her looking down her nose any more. Seems to me like she's gone awfully soft."

The motor roared to life. Mitzi felt her body sway as the skinny man backed out of the parking slot and turned the van out into the street. The heavy figure beside her kept the knife pressed against her, its point pricking her with every turn, every bump the driver made. She glanced around the van. The bed had been covered with deep pile carpeting. From the feel, Mitzi decided that they must have laid foam rubber down underneath. She bounced as the truck rumbled along the street. She heard the racing of the motor and felt the acceleration as they moved up onto the freeway. Mitzi leaned back against the padded wall of the van and felt the burly man's arm come about her waist. A mammoth hand cupped her tit and rolled the breast about in lustful play.

"Damn!" he muttered. "You got a hell of a pair of tits. I've never seen such beauties in my life. Hey, Tom! Just wait till you get your hands on these tits! They're every bit as good to feel as they are to look at."

Mitzi heard the deep chuckle of the driver. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine some way out of their clutches. She shook her head helplessly.

There was none. There was no escape for her. They were too big for her to handle alone. They had the knife and seemed perfectly willing to use it if they had to. She had no defense. The only thing she could do would be to submit to them and hope she could satisfy them enough that they might not hurt her any further.

It was a risk, but a risk she had to take. She couldn't take a chance on offending them. She didn't want Carl to have to fly back from Baltimore and identify her dead body. She had too much reason to live, too much reason to preserve her beauty. She couldn't even take a chance on their cutting her up. A long, ugly scar could be terribly costly to her. Hell, it would put her out of business.

"Look," she pleaded. "Don't hurt me. I'll do as you like. I'm not stupid enough to try to get away. You can put the knife away. I'll give you what you're after."

The big man began to laugh. He hugged her tightly, violently. His hand mashed her tit hard against her. His huge body shook with amusement.

"I believe you mean that," he answered. "I do believe it. Hey, Tom! She's afraid we might hurt her. She wants to make a deal. She'll give us a good fuck if we don't hurt her. You think that's a fair trade?"

"Try her out," the skinny man shouted back. "Try her pussy. Then you tell me if she's good enough not to have to be worked over just for fun."

"Sounds like the way to go," the heavier of the two agreed. He looked down at the frightened girl beside him. "You ready, sugar? You ready to show me you're good enough that we should treat you nice?"

Mitzi trembled, not sure how she ought to respond to him. She was afraid she had overdone her pleading. She had given them the idea that it might be fun to hear her plead and beg. They might mark her up out of the frenzy of lust she produced by being in their power so completely. She had to clear their minds of that. She had to make this less a rape and more of a willing fuck.

The blond twisted her body against the man's wide chest. She rolled her tits against him while her hand reached into his groin and found the bulging mass of cock his pants held so tightly. She fingered over the meat, tracing its shape inside the cloth. He pulled her blouse the remaining way off her shoulders, then caught her bra and was about to break it in his eagerness to get at her tits.

"Here," she told him. "Let me get it off for you."

She unhooked the nylon and slipped out of both the bra and the tattered remains of her blouse. She shimmied out of the skirt while he lunged his unshaven face over her tits, licking and sucking noisily. She got out of the skirt, then slipped her hose off and laid them carefully on top of the folded skirt. Mitzi almost laughed at herself as she realized the absurdity of it all. She was being raped, yet she was still being neat and careful with her clothes.

"Uhhhhmmmm!" the man moaned as he sucked lustily on a tit. "Ohhhhh! We hit the jackpot tonight! I never had such sweet tits in my mouth before!"

He cupped and caressed the throbbing flesh. Then he held a tit in one hand while the other reached down for her pussy. He reached inside the skimpy panties, his rough hands pulling at the dainty nylon, then moving roughly over her tender cunt. His thick finger reached inside and pressed on her clit until she was writhing on the soft floor of the van.

Mitzi reached for his cock again. This time it was even more swollen and throbbing. She tugged at the man's belt, released it, and unzipped his pants. She reached inside and pulled out the monster of a prick. She pumped the skin along the rigid shaft as it lunged threateningly toward her. Her touch was more than the overcharged brute could take. He wrestled her down onto the floor and yanked her panties loose. The cock came at her and powered into her cunt.

He made no attempt to be gentle. He made less attempt to see that she enjoyed the fuck. He came at her with raw lust. His only aim was to get his cock into that satin pussy and unload his pent-up charge. Mitzi gasped at the force with which he thrust into her. She was still dry. She felt as though he were splitting her as he drove his cock brutally into her. Her dryness, her tightness, only drove him into a deeper frenzy. The tight, dry cunt inflamed his prick, drove it into a rage of passion. He grabbed the girl by her ass and began fucking her as roughly, as violently, as he could.

"Ahhhhh!" he panted. "I'm getting that pussy now! Ohhhhh, yes! Yes! I'm fucking the hell out of that fancy little cunt! It'll know what a man feels like in there now! Ohhhhhh, hell! Damn! Ohhhhhh, my God! What a piece of pussy!"

He groaned and ranted as he tore at her. His hands held her ass, then went at her tits, then came back to her ass. He hunched his cock deeply into her, shaking her horribly with the force of his body beating against her. Mitzi hung on, afraid she might faint from the force of his assault. She was not a woman to him. She was only a tight pussy that was enraging his huge pecker. She lay back in anguish as he fucked himself into orgasm.

She wasn't being fucked at all, she realized. Not really. The brute was merely masturbating himself into her cunt. There was nothing being shared here, not even lust. She was merely a hole to shoot his cum into. He was ready to shoot it now. She felt his cock shudder, then begin to spurt the hot own into her. She feared his powerful embrace would break her in two as he held her tightly and pumped vigorously while his cock unloaded its charge.

"Ahhhhhh!" he panted as he drained his balls. "Ohhhhhh! That was what I needed. Damn! I feel a hell of a lot better!"

He fell over her, his heavy body panting as he rested his face on her tits. His wide, rough hands lay over her thighs, holding her possessively. The bland leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She knew that her night had only begun. It would be morning before too long, yet she feared the lusty men had only gotten worked up. Shit, the skinny driver hadn't even gotten his first pussy. She tried to doze off while the truck sped along the freeway to its unknown destination. The blond realized suddenly that they were no longer on the freeway. Tom made several turns, then bumped them along as he drove onto a deserted lane into an orange grove.

The skinny man looked back lustfully at the darkened interior of the van. He climbed from the seat and came back for his turn with the girl. His heavy companion moved reluctantly off the young blond as Tom slipped out of his pants and shorts. Mitzi felt him grasp her legs and turn her onto her knees. She heard a delighted grunt from the beefy man as he pulled her toward him and laid her shoulders across his thighs.

"You don't mind if she sucks me off while you fuck her, do you?" he asked Tom. "Shit! I'm almost as full of cum as I was before I started."

"Be my guest," the skinny one laughed. "Leave her tits for me though. You've had your turn with them."

His long, sleek cock glided between Mitzi's thighs as he eased against her ass and reached beneath her to begin playing with her tits. He was not so rough as the heavy one had been. He caressed the tits with some finesse. His fingers stroked the nipples until the blond began slowly responding to the contact of hand and tit.

"Don't forget to look after Ben," the skinny man suggested from behind her as he rubbed his cock between her thighs.

She felt the heavy man take her head in his hands and hold it while his mammoth cock came against her lips. Mitzi shuddered at the threatening feel of the big pecker, shuddered at the foul smell of it. Nevertheless, she began kissing the throbbing head, then gasped as he hunched it into her mouth.

"Suck it," he ordered. "Come on, baby. If you don't know how to give a man a blow job, it's time you learned."

The blond reluctantly began working on the cock. She reached forward and caressed his thighs, then teased his balls with her fingers. She heard Ben gasp in delight at her play. The cock lunged upward into her mouth. It fucked her lips and drove back toward her throat, throbbing and pulsing in eager passion.

She trembled from the threat of the cock in her mouth, but she was tingling at the skillful manipulation of her tits by Tom. The skinny man dropped one hand and began working at her pussy. He turned her clit into a shimmering button of happiness. Her cunt was lubricating now. Mitzi rubbed her ass against him sensuously, ready to have him begin his fuck. The sooner she finished with the men, the sooner she would have a chance to go home.

Ben's cock thrust furiously at her, stung into action by her taunting fingers on his balls. His body shook with lust. He held her head tightly, hunching himself at her so violently that he threatened to choke her by jamming the big cock down her throat. The girl fought to gauge her movements with those of the cock, pulling back just as it touched the opening to her throat. She sucked on the head, sucked and tongued it while Ben twisted with surging desire.

"Oooooo, what a luscious ass she has on her," Tom moaned. "I never felt such a satin hunk of tail in my life. God! I've got to get to working on this sweet meat!"

She felt him draw back a moment. Suddenly his cock ran against the crease of her ass. She trembled as he pressed his cockhead into her asshole. Mitzi tried to cry out in protest, but couldn't get her mouth free of the driving cock that filled it. She shuddered as she felt her shale part before the determined thrusts of the cock. She was burning with pain as the skinny man pushed the cock further into the resisting passageway. The blond sobbed in her pain, yet still he slipped deeper into her. She felt his cock fill her. She was sure he must be tearing her back there. Fire shot through her ass. He fucked her ass while his finger dug deeply into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh! What a tail!" he moaned. "God! What sweet ass! Ohhhhh, she's got me going, Ben! Come on, man, let's give it to her. I've got a cock up her ass and a finger in her pussy. You take care of her mouth and we'll fill up every hole she's got!"

"Yeah!" Ben cried in ecstasy as his prick lunged into her throat. "I'm with you, man! Let's push cum up her ass and down her throat. You get her with your finger and well make her explode with all that hot cum. Ohhhhh! Let's go! My cock is about to blow up! Ohhhhh!"

His cock throbbed, charging roughly through her lips, its load ready to come spurting into her throat. Mitzi shuddered as she anticipated the hot load about to choke her. She would have to swallow it. She had no choice. He wasn't about to release his firm hold on her head. She could feel the prick in her ass building up to equal intensity. Tom was giving her one hell of a reaming in the ass. She tightened her muscles in defense. She shoved against the driving prick, just as though she wanted to obstruct its thrusts with a wall of shit. The effort only brought her into a delightful enjoyment of his movements. She was riding with them, her body pulsing and throbbing as passionately as theirs.

She sucked and rode the two cocks. The three of them twisted about the floor of the van, locked in a rolling, ecstatic embrace. Mitzi shook even more terribly as the cocks began to unload their hot charges into her. She felt them blow loose, felt the cum flow. She swallowed the semen that filled her mouth, then sucked more from Ben's wild prick. She felt her ass flooded with Tom's hot jism.

"Ahhhhhh!" Tom screamed in ecstasy as he drained his cock. "Ohhhh, damn! What a fuck!"

Ben screamed even louder as he kept spurting into her mouth. Mitzi swallowed another lump of cum, then sucked a third and a fourth. She kept sucking until the swarthy man was just as drained as his skinny companion. Then she sank in exhaustion between them. Her body ached. Her mouth was filled with the taste of cum. Her ass was burning from its intruder. She lay panting and gasping as they smiled contentedly at her.

They each fucked her once more before letting her out. The last fucks were simple affairs. Both men had drained their emotions, had drained their lust in the three-way screw. They fucked her as though to prove to themselves that she was still submissive to their desires. Finally Tom cranked up the van and drove out of the orange grove. They didn't take her all the way back to Los Angeles. They stopped at a service station along the freeway, one that had been abandoned.

She stood, shivering in the morning air, helpless. She began walking slowly, hoping to find someone who would stake her to a phone call. She could call Lorraine to come for her.

It was unnecessary. A cab driver on his way to start the day passed and stopped for her. She was able to get a ride all the way home. She only had to run into the garage and borrow the fare from old Lewis. The security guard looked at her and realized most of what must have happened to the beautiful blond. He offered to call the police, but she turned him down.

She ran to the elevator and rode up in relief at being free. She had made it. She had taken an the two men without having to beg off. She had taken all they could offer and was still healthy. All she needed was a shower and a good nap and she'd be ready for the day's appointment.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Mitzi looked at her body in the mirror as she finished her shower. She felt a hell of a lot better. Now all she needed was some steep. Damn, how she needed sleep. She recalled that she had been ready for bed when she first dropped by the restaurant far coffee. She had pulled in because she was too drowsy to drive the short distance home.

She still hadn't gotten to sleep.

The phone call from Carl did not help. She had walked in to a ringing phone. She picked it up, assuming that it was Lorraine. She would calm and reassure her partner. Carl's deep voice, however, greeted her over the line. He had been trying to reach her all night. He had made one final call before beginning his day. He wanted them to try again. He thought he could keep his cock under control if she would give him one more chance.

Mitzi listened to him, listened to all his arguments. She was caught in confusion. She'd like to have Carl around. She'd like to spend, her weekends cuddled up with him on the couch or stretched out with him in the bed. She also wanted to continue her job. She had committed herself to Lorraine. This company was now important to her. She did agree to let him visit her this weekend to talk things over. In the back of her mind she was forming a plan that might solve the problem. In the meantime, she needed a long, deep, refreshing sleep.

She didn't get it. At least she didn't get it just then. Her doorbell rang. She was convinced that this time it must be Lorraine. She opened the door, confident of seeing her partner's concerned face. Instead she faced Lewis. The old man held his cap in his hands. His eyes showed deep worry about her. He stood there, not sure of what to do. He shifted his feet and dropped his eyes to the floor. Mitzi realized that she had opened the door to him without taking the effort to toes a robe over her naked body. She had been that sure it was Lorraine outside. The blond laughed and reached for the old man's hand. She dragged him inside. Bless the old fellow's heart. He had come up to check on how she was doing. He was always trying to look out for her, always watching to see that no prowler lurked about when she went for her car.

She acted as though it were perfectly natural for her to receive callers in the nude. She took him to the couch and sat beside him, her legs tucked beneath her so that her pussy was dearly in his line of sight. She had been toying with the idea of giving the nice old fellow a piece of ass. She had actually started to look for him on the night Lorraine came back and interrupted her. Now was as good a time as any to give him his fuck. Hell, this was the best time. After the way the two hoodlums had used her, she needed the fucking of a man who thought she was something pretty special.

She assured him that she was all right. She pretended that she had fought off an attacker. She told him a complicated story about being with a man she had known for yearn, of his having had too much to drink and then beginning to tear at her clothing. There was nothing left for her to do, she announced with wide, innocent eyes, but to get out of his car and start walking home. Luckily she was able to catch a ride in the cab. She saw the old man look up at her, fighting the temptation to stare at her tits and cunt. He accepted her story. He accepted it because he wanted to, not because it made any sense. He smiled in relief and reached over to pat her hand.

Mitzi held his hand as he began to draw it back. She held it and stroked it along her thigh. She smiled at Lewis warmly as she watched his cock begin to struggle inside his pants. She held his hand against her skin while she reached her other hand over and fingered along his thigh. She gave him her most seductive smile, then decided she might as well come right out with her invitation. Every hint she threw out seemed only to embarrass him more.

"I probably shouldn't have fought him off," she told Lewis in a conspiratorial tone. "You know, my husband and I have split up. I really needed what he was trying to force on me. I just didn't want it from a grasping, drunk man. Now, if it had been you, I'd have been all excited. You're so gentle, so sweet. I bet you know how to treat a woman. I'll bet I'd feel like a real little princess if you would take me into the bedroom."

Lewis looked up at her. He could scarcely believe his ears. She must not mean what it sounded like she was saying. He smiled at her and patted her thigh sympathetically.

"You are a little princess," he assured her. "You are the loveliest young woman I've ever seen. It makes my life brighter, just seeing you as you drive in and out of the garage."

"Lewis," she interrupted before he could ramble on any further. "Lewis, I'm asking you to take me to the bedroom. You know that, don't you?"

"I th-thought you were," he stammered.

"Well!" she demanded. "Are you going to screw me or not?"

She saw him hesitate, then smile warmly again.

She had won. The blond hopped up and pulled him behind her through the living room and into her bedroom. She tossed the coven back as he began clumsily removing his uniform. She hopped on the bed and lay in her most suggestive pose, waiting happily for him to complete his undressing and step toward her.

"Mmmmm," she murmured as he lay beside her and began to kiss along her shoulders.

He kissed up beneath her chin. He kissed around her neck and over her ears. He kissed back along the shoulders, then down over her chest. His kisses showed years of experience with a woman's body. Mitzi was slowly twisting about in a delicate agony as he began to work on her tits. His lips brushed lightly and gently, sucking exquisitely as they roamed over her tits, pausing at each nipple until the button was glistening with desire.

"Oooooo," she sighed, her body throbbing with aroused passion. "Mmmmm, I like that. You do make me feel like something special. You do know how to make a girl feel like a princess. Oooooo, Lewis, that's nice. That's so sweet and nice. Mmmmmm!"

She saw his cock standing rigid in front of him.

She tried to reach it but was unwilling to change the position in which he had her spread. She was enjoying his kisses too much to risk any change. This was his fuck and he was doing it his way. It was one hell of a nice way. Mitzi would have been the last one to complain.

He kissed down from her tits, down across her tummy. He sucked gently at her navel, then kissed along her waist and over her hips. He worked in tiny circles of sensuality. His mouth sent ripples of pleasure shimmering through her. She lay back, her breath getting shorter, her body tingling as he worked her to a peak of exquisite passion. He kissed on down her thighs, then along her legs. He kissed over her feet and toes, then started his sensuous ascent back up her legs.

"Yessssss!" she sighed. "Oooooo, yessss! Mmmmmm, get to it, Lewis! Get to my pussy and kiss it like that. Then slip your cock in me and fuck your little princess!"

She was gasping in wild delight as the lips came inside, her thighs and approached her cunt. She writhed sensuously beneath his loving caresses. She moaned softly as he finally came over her pussy and sipped at its sweetness. He kissed and sucked her cunt while the blond shivered in the surging desire for him. Mitzi was shaking wildly when he at long last climbed over her and brought his hard cock against her soft pussy. She gasped in hysterical relief as the warm meat went smoothly into her and began to pump through the soaking walls of her cunt.

"Oooooo!" she gasped. "Oooooo! I like it! Oh, Lewis! I like your cock! Let me feel it! Let me feel it get all hot and excited! You've made me your princess! Now make me your lusty little wench!"

Lewis answered her urgings. He grabbed at her tits with one hand, her ass with the other. He held her ass in the air and fucked her with growing fury. She wrapped her legs around his ass, then caught him around the waist, exposing her cunt to further grasping caresses of his hand. He drove his cock deep into her, but did not neglect her clit. His finger slipped on top of the rampaging shaft and stimulated the little bud into glowing passion as his cock was sending tremors through her cunt. He turned her on completely.

"Oooooooeeeee!" she shrieked in delirious joy. "Ooooooo! There! I'm there! Ooooooo! God am I there! Ooooeeeee!"

She was! Her orgasm exploded through her. Mitzi shook frantically as her body seemed to soar about the room. She exploded in a silken mist, in a whirling, passionate flight. She felt him through her own haze of pleasure. She felt his cock erupt inside her. She heard his loud pants and gasps as he unloaded his ancient cock into her steaming cunt.

She collapsed as soon as they finished the fuck. She fell back into a deep sleep. She slept in a hazy warmth. She slept with a delicious smile across her lips. He was gone when she finally awoke. He was gone, but his therapy remained. She awoke as the princess he had made her. His softness had erased the crudeness of the night in the van. She could recall only the old man and his soft caresses, the old man and his kissed the old man and his marvelously young prick.

She paused in front of her door. She would soon know. She would soon know if she could save her marriage with Carl. She had arranged to be gone when he arrived. She had intended for him to be met by Lorraine. Lorraine would be waiting in the apartment, Lorraine in her most seductive mood.

Mitzi opened the door quietly. She stepped inside and walked silently through the room to the door of her bedroom. She looked hesitantly inside. Her heart was pounding inside her chest. Her tits heaved in anxiety. What she saw or didn't see would decide her future.

He was just pointing his cock at the redhead's pussy. From Lorraine's face, Carl had been as masterful as ever in getting a broad worked into a frenzy. The girl lay back, mouth open in passion, tits heaving ecstatically, showing small red marks from a full workout. He plunged his cock roughly into the soft body. Mitzi watched her ass shudder as he fed the prick deeply into the auburn hair about her cunt. Carl gasped as he began to pump frantically. His hands went back after her tits. His mouth came over the wide, sensuous lips. Mitzi watched the way their jaws worked. The tongues were meeting in one hell of a wrestling match inside their mouths.

The blond watched her husband drive her closest friend and partner into ecstatic throbs. The two fucking bodies rolled and tossed over the bed. They kissed and caressed and fucked as their passions soared beyond them. Mitzi could feel the feverish desire that hung in the air. She gasped at the thrill of watching them. She slowly began to remove her own clothing.

Carl looked up as he finished unloading his cock into the luscious woman. Damn! How the hell did he get himself in this situation? He had flown all the way across the country to try and convince Mitzi that he'd never touch another woman. He didn't mean it, of course, but the blond didn't need to know that. He would see that his lovely Mitzi was never embarrassed again. Now he'd fucked Mitzi's best friend within fifteen minutes of getting home. Shit!

He looked around to see his luscious blond finish stripping her hose and panties from her lop. Mitzi was smiling as she walked toward them. He was caught. His marriage was over. Yet, the dizzy blond kept coming toward him with that sensuous smile across her lips. Carl wondered if he might be dreaming. He stared dumbfounded as Mitzi climbed in bed beside them. He shuddered in horror as she began to caress his body.

What the hell! Lorraine was right there! Yet Mitzi seemed not to even see her!

"I know I can never explain this to you," he gasped. "I know you would never believe me, never trust me again."

"If you hadn't been in bed with Lorraine," Mitzi answered him. "I'd have sent you packing right back. Neither one of us can take being alone. I have to live with your having pussy when you're alone in a hotel room. I think I can. You may have to help me, but I think I'm mature enough to understand."

Mitzi watched the confused expression in his eyes. She didn't tell him her real reason for having Lorraine seduce him. She had to have Carl unfaithful to her. The blond had no intention of giving up her lucrative business partnership. A faithful and true Carl would ruin everything.

She pulled him on tap of her. Her hands worked at his cock. He had just unloaded, but she'd get him horny again in short order. She'd keep him horny and happy on his weekends home with her. The rest of the time he would be free to chase any cunt that interested him. She wouldn't be worrying at all. She'd be too busy with her own business. She drew him into her, her pussy closing on his cock. She'd show him a real fuck, a real professional fuck. She'd give him what any customer had every right to expect, just as soon as he signed her contract.

Content

Brad Harris
Part-time wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE