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BL-5297 Lezzie Bitch
By 
James Elliott

ONE

Six p.m.! Ann Hedges gritted her teeth behind her closed lips and groaned silently to herself, her irritation mounting with each sweep of the second hand on her wrist watch. Damn!

Her eyes shifted from the watch face to the woman who had been methodically inspecting every stone of an Early American fireplace for the past fifteen minutes. The other woman's eyes lifted from the mantle she was running her fingers along and glanced at Ann. She smiled. Ann returned the smile, doing her best to maintain a businesslike composure, despite the lateness of the hour.

She knows I'm ready to call it a day, Ann grimaced to herself, realizing the woman had noted her hasty glance at her watch and felt embarrassed. My god, why doesn't she hurry?

But she knew the woman wouldn't hurry. In fact, she doubted if anyone had ever been able to hurry Regina Anover. Regina Anover did things in her own time, even if it interfered with someone else's time, as she was doing with Ann's time at the moment. After all, it was six p.m. and it was Friday. Ann was supposed to be off work an hour ago.

That's what I get for going into the real estate business, Ann tried to rationalize.

It didn't help. Lee had said he would pick her up at six o'clock at her apartment for dinner and a movie afterwards. There wasn't anything special about her plans for the evening,- other than being with Lee. But it was her time and she wanted to spend it the way she wanted.

To add to her irritation, Ann knew damn well that Miss Regina, Anover realized perfectly well that she was keeping her from an appointment. But Regina didn't care, Ann even suspected the woman enjoyed the inconvenience she was causing her. After all, she was Regina Anover. And Regina Anover got what she wanted, with no questions asked.

Sorry, Lee, Ann finally gave in to her fate for the evening.

Normally on Fridays, Ann would have put an end to any house viewing at five o'clock. But once again, this was Regina Anover. And after having shown the woman houses for five days now, Ann wasn't about to lose the prospective client simply because she was having to work overtime.

"Something smaller and less gaudy than the house I'm presently living in," Regina had explained her wishes last Monday.

That something smaller meant estates in the half million dollar range. Nothing like having to five in poverty, Ann had thought as Regina had described what she was looking for, knowing that if what a small item in the business section of the newspaper the week before had said was true, Regina had just sold the old family estate for five million.

That said something about Regina Anover. The woman was rich and influential. If Ann could make a sale to her, it could open up a contact that would lead to other very rich and very influential clients. And with the real estate business in the slump it had been in for the past few years, that was something one didn't brush off lightly.

Also, a sale to Regina would mean a nice, big, fat commission that would do very nicely to pad out Ann's bank account. Again, something that wasn't brushed off lightly.

To put a cherry on the cake, selling to Regina Anover would be quite a feather in Ann's cap back at the office. The boys back at Harris Reality had drooled over the prospect of having Regina Anover as a client. There had been more than a little grumbling when Mr. Harris had given Regina to Ann.

Nervous as she was, Ann had accepted the assignment. If she could make good with a sale, it would once and for all disprove, at least among the salesmen at Harris Reality, that a woman had no business in real estate.

It wasn't that Ann was a fem-libber. But she had entered a profession that was dominated by men and despite her two years with Harris Reality, she still felt insecure in her position. Making this sale to Regina would put an end to the whispered questioning of her abilities she had overheard among her coworkers at the office.

"I'd like to see the upstairs again, if you don't mind, Ann," Regina interrupted her thoughts.

"Right this way," Ann smiled with all the warmth and friendliness she could muster, despite a returning hollowness in her stomach. Lee wouldn't wait for her all night. He was probably impatiently leaning against the wall outside her apartment this very moment. And she was here, stuck on the other side of town.

Returning Ann's smile, Regina took the lead, making her way through the house and once more finding the stairway without Ann's direction. It was a habit Ann had gotten used to during this past week. Regina Anover always took the lead. She had a certain air about her that demanded obedience. Maybe the fortune she had inherited several years ago when her parents had been killed in an automobile accident had helped cultivate that air. But it went beyond money, Ann realized.

Regina Anover was confident; Ann compared the woman with her own shortcomings. Regina was aggressive, going after what she wanted and getting it. Her attitude was even carried in the way she walked. Feline, Ann determined, a she-cat, but with something more. However, she couldn't decide what that extra something was.

It was easy to see that Regina had never had any doubts as to her abilities. She had never worried about her position at the office, or about competing with men. She had never cried herself to sleep at night because she was afraid of failing.

No, Regina Anover is no Ann Hedges, Ann said to herself. When Ann Hedges finds herself wanting to crawl into a little ball, Regina Anover dominates!

Ann tried to shake off the feelings of insecurity that filled her mind. Something she had found herself doing whenever she was around Regina. She realized that Regina could be no more than four or five years older than her own twenty-two years, but a whole world separated them.

"It's nice, very nice. But I don't know ... " Regina commented, then went back to her detailed inspection of the upstairs rooms. It was the fourth time she had done so.

Beautiful, Ann found herself thinking as she watched the woman slowly pace around the master bedroom, while at the same time realizing that no one would ever use the term beautiful to describe her. Ann Hedges would be described by words such as pretty and wholesome.

But Regina Anover was beautiful. And as far as Ann could tell, there was very little cosmetic additions to help the woman along. Regina's hair was black, jet-black, cascading down around her shoulders in a youthful flip. Her eyes were the same black, fit by a gleam that Ann could only describe as confidence. Her thin nose and full red lips added to the haughty beauty of her face.

And as far as Regina's body went, there was no one who would deny that the woman was definitely well endowed. Even the loose-fitting white pantsuit Regina wore did nothing to hide the prominent bulges of her breasts, which Ann estimated to be a full 40. The rest of Regina's body could be summed up as sleekly curved. Regina Anover didn't have one ounce of excess weight on her. If someone were describing one of the beautiful people, they would end up describing Regina. The woman was pure sensuality in motion.

Ann shivered, realizing there was almost a sexual attraction she felt for Regina. Quickly, she pushed the thoughts away. She wasn't that type of girl! And she could prove it, if she could ever get home to Lee!

"I don't know, Ann," Regina commented again, turning to Ann and smiling as she caught the other woman's lingering gaze. "This is close to what I'm looking for, but not quite it."

Ann found her face flushing with heat as she realized Regina had caught her overlong stare, but forced herself to think business and replied, "I've still got several homes on the list if you'd care to see them."

"Not tonight," Regina answered, glancing at her watch. "It's close to seven as it is and I'm sure you must have something planned for this evening."

Ann didn't answer, as her earlier suspicions were confirmed.

"I'm sorry about having kept you so long," Regina continued, smiling a smile that said she really didn't give a damn. "Come, I'll have Richard drop you off at the agency."

Without waiting for a reply, Regina walked from the room and headed for the stairs. Ann followed quietly behind the woman as she had always done for this past week. Outside she locked the house behind them, then opened the door to Regina's limousine and slid into the back seat. Regina waited outside her door until Richard, her chauffeur, opened it for her.

"You really should let Richard get your door," Regina said, smiling at Ann, as the chauffeur walked around the car and slid into the driver's seat "Getting the doors is one of the jobs I pay him for."

Ann smiled, feeling uneasy. Chauffeurs and limousines weren't part of her world. She was lucky to be making the payments on the Volkswagen she drove.

Regina began to rearrange herself in the seat: a movement that brought her closer to Ann, so that their thighs met and pressed together. Despite the layers of their clothing, Ann could feel the warmth that suffused from Regina's leg. She shivered as she once again was stirred by the sexual attraction this woman held for her.

In the past, there had been other women that had awakened the same tingling sensations in her body; the same forbidden feelings that her Midwestern upbringing had taught her were wrong.

Ann remembered her freshman year at State U and her roommate Carol. She shivered again.

Carol had been a junior. A flaming redhead that caught the eye of every man on campus. And from the tales Carol had recounted to Ann, she had bedded just about half of them. Like Regina, Carol carried that air of confidence about her. And as with Regina, Ann had been drawn to her, seeking, with a near desperation, to be accepted by the older girl.

Ann had felt the first strange awakenings of her sexual attraction to Carol their first week in the dorm together. Carol had come in late from a date and proceeded to strip completely, giving no mind that Ann watched as she prepared for bed.

But Ann had been more than slightly interested in Carol's nakedness. Back in the small Midwestern town she had been brought up in, she had never seen another girl naked. Even in the high school girl's locker room there had been curtains on the showers. But Carol's unashamed candidness was exciting.

Later that year, Ann had come in late from an evening of pounding the books at the library. As she opened the door to her dorm room, she had found Carol and a titsy black-haired girl from another floor in each other's arms.

In each other's arms didn't exactly describe their position, Ann corrected herself. Carol and the other girl were completely naked and in her bed. They had assumed the age-old position of sixty-nine. Ann had closed the door and walked away as quickly as she had opened it. But not quick enough to stop from seeing the flurry of pink tongues as they hungrily worked within their cunts, driving each of them toward mutual satisfaction.

Later that night, she returned to her room. Carol had already retired and the black-haired girl was gone. Quietly, Ann had completely stripped and climbed into her own bed. She could smell the odors of the girls' lovemaking between her sheets, which only added to the excitement of what she had seen. That night she had stayed awake, hoping that Carol would awaken and slip into her bed.

It didn't happen and the next week, Carol moved into the room with the black-haired girl.

"Ann," Regina said, her thigh pressing closer to Ann's, setting off another series of shivery tingles within the younger woman's body. "I don't want to impose on you, but I'm afraid we'll have to continue viewing houses tomorrow."

"That's perfectly alright. I was going to suggest it myself, but had decided it would be an imposition on you," Ann said, trying to bite her tongue as she spoke.

She hadn't meant to say that. She had planned to spend all of Saturday with Lee. She didn't want to show homes to Regina Anover!

"Good," Regina said, reaching out and patting Ann's knee, then allowing her hand to rest there. "I'll have Richard pick you up at your home at noon tomorrow."

Ann nodded, despite herself and gave Regina her address.

"Tomorrow at noon," Regina repeated as the limousine pulled up before the agency. Ann's Volkswagen stood alone in the parking lot.

"Tomorrow at noon," Ann confirmed, as she carefully waited until Richard opened the door for her, then smiled at Regina and slid from the woman's side.

TWO

Ann dialed the first three numbers, then glanced at the note she held. She had found it slipped under the door as she entered her apartment. It simply said:

"I was here. Where were you?"

There wasn't even a signature. But, it was from Lee. She had no doubt about that. She recognized the chicken-scratch he claimed was handwriting.

Her eyes shifted to the clock atop her dressing table. It was eight o'clock and she was a full two hours late. Hesitating another second, she dialed the last four digits of Lee's phone number with the slim hope that he might still be at his apartment. The line rang four times before there was a sharp click and Lee's deep "hello" came from the other end.

"Don't say anything else until I can explain what happened," Ann jumped in, attempting to avoid any flares of temper. "I had to work late. Regina Anover again. I'm sorry about fouling up this evening, but it just couldn't be helped."

"Mmmmmmmmm," Lee mused on the other end of the line. "Look, it's still early. We could make it to the Forum for a late dinner and catch their floor show."

Ann laughed nervously, relieved that Lee was less upset by the delay than she had expected. "I was thinking of something a little more intimate to make up for everything," she said.

"Sounds interesting," Lee answered. "Continue, please."

"Well, there's this new place called Ann Hedges' that just is about to open for business. I know the owner personally and she can whip up some mean steak and potatoes at a very reasonable price."

"Beats the hell out of the Forum already," Lee chuckled. "But what about the floor show?"

"It's audience participation," she laughed.

"Sounds great. It'll take me about an hour to get there," Lee concluded.

"In an hour, then. I'll be waiting," Ann replied, hanging up the phone.

Shivering excitedly to herself at the thoughts of the "floor show" she had planned, Ann made a quick trail to the kitchen and popped two large potatoes into the oven, then selected two steaks from the refrigerator. Just as quickly, she managed to throw some lettuce and tomatoes into a bowl to serve as their salad. A table setting for two and a couple of suggestive candles and everything was ready for Lee's arrival. Everything that was, except Ann herself.

She remedied that by slipping back into her bedroom and hastily peeling off the skirt and blouse she wore and stepping into the shower. Minutes later, the bath had worked its magic and she stood before her dresser mirror, feeling like a new woman. A few drops of Lee's favorite perfume applied to the vital spots were the only cosmetic aids she chose for the night.

From the top of her closet, she pulled a white box. A purchase she had made a year ago, but until now had been too embarrassed to even wear. But tonight, she wanted to be sure there was no way for Lee to mistake her intentions. She felt sexy and the dress she removed from the box was exactly what she needed to compliment that feeling.

Smiling as she slipped into the dress, she then posed before the mirror. Perfect! It was perfect! The light cream color of the crocheted dress allowed the soft pink blush of her skin to show delightfully through the large net weave. Of course, the loose weave broadened to a heavy band over the tips of her conical breasts and the flaring curves of her waist. An enticing image, even if she did say so herself. So much flesh revealed, yet the prime targets sought by a man's eyes were tantalizingly veiled by the broad bands. There was no way Lee could mistake her purpose.

Lee, she repeated his name to herself, then quivered with excitement again. She had met the newspaper reporter two months ago while he was gathering information for a piece on the slump in the real estate business. After a brief interview with her, he had asked for a date. She had accepted. That night, they were both far more involved in a different type of piece than the one he had planned for the paper.

Their relationship had started on a sexual basis and had continued in that mode for a month. After all, they were both young: Ann was twenty-two and Lee twenty-nine; they were healthy and liked to ball. However, during this past month of their affair, things had taken a much more serious turn. While she admitted that Lee had never mentioned marriage, or even hinted that they should live together, she knew that he had stopped seeing the other chicks he had been dating when they met and had become a regular visitor to her apartment every night for the past two weeks.

If Lee did have marriage in mind, Ann had no objections. He was special. He made her feel like a woman, despite the fact they had climbed into bed together that first night. He had never made her feel like sex was the only reason for their relationship, as had been the case with all the other men she dated. With Lee, there was something else. He treated her like an equal human being; a partner, a friend. Of course, there was sex. And Lee knew what it was a woman wanted and needed. He also had no hangups about giving it.

The door bell rang, interrupting her daydreams. Quickly running her hands down her sides to smooth the dress against her body, she stepped into the living room and opened the front door.

The dress had its desired results.

Lee stood there in the doorway for a couple of seconds, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes wide with delighted surprise.

"That's got to be the sexiest damn outfit I've ever seen," he finally found his voice. "Hell, I don't know whether to reach out and grab you, or just stand here and enjoy all these delicious feelings racing around inside me."

Ann grinned, "I suggest you come in and take a seat at the table. After all, I believe steaks were the reason you came over."

"Steaks?" he asked blankly, unable to take his eyes off the mesh-like weave of the dress and the titillating curves revealed beneath. Then he suddenly seemed to come out of his trance. "Steaks! Right! Here I brought this!"

Ann accepted the bottle of wine he offered and pointed the way to the table. "Light the candles and I'll get the lights."

He did as directed and minutes later was working on the dinner Ann had prepared. Although he later remembered it was quite savory at the time, the majority of his attention was held by the enticing beauty seated across the table from him.

The soft glow of the two candles only added to the alluring portrait Ann presented. And that dress teas one of the sexiest things he had ever seen!

Despite Ann's own misgivings about her beauty, Lee realized she was one of the most attractive women who had ever entered his life. The candle light made the champagne blonde color of her shoulder-length hair appear as a light mist around her oval-shaped face. She smiled as his eyes moved over her and his balls started in with another set of wild gymnastic feats. She dug him looking at her, which was something he could never get enough of.

His eyes drifted lower into the valley of her breasts which were exposed beneath the webbed weave of her dress. While the coral-blushed tips of her nipples were hidden from him, he knew they were there, waiting for him, which only made him want to get to them that much more. Beneath the proud, firm cones of her breasts, his eyes glided to the smooth plane of her belly. Any further delving was abruptly cut off by the table.

"Shall we move into the living room?" Ann suggested, as he finished his meal.

Nodding, Lee reached and grabbed the bottle of wine and poured what remained of the deep red liquid into their glasses, while Ann went into the living room. When he joined her, the soft strains of Ravel's La Walze were coming from the stereo. Several candles around the room had been lit and Ann was seated on the floor, her back propped against the sofa.

"You're just in time for the floor show," she said, leaving no doubt in his mind as to what floor she meant and the show she had in mind.

"Audience participation I believe you said," he said, grinning, sliding down beside her and handing her a glass of the wine. "Have anything special in mind?"

Ann took a small sip of her drink, then placed her glass on an end table. She did the same with his, "For starters, how about this?"

She came into his arms, pressing herself atop him and wiggling sensuously as her mouth covered his lips. Opening his mouth, he accepted the slithering probe of her tongue as it swirled its way toward his throat, taunting and teasing around his own tongue.

His hands glided up along the slightly curving slope of her sides, delighting in the warmth of her flesh radiating beneath the large mesh of her dress. Eventually, his fingers found the broad-based bulges of tit he sought. He squeezed eliciting a little groan of pleasure from her lips.

In response, her tongue plunged deeper into his mouth, flicking and whirling as it drilled to the back of his throat. He opened his mouth wider to admit her oral invasion, as she strained to crack his jaws with her eagerness.

His fingers squeezed again, clamping firmly into the pliant mounds of breasts he possessed. She quivered, her pelvis undulating suggestively against the side of his thigh. The prominent knoll of her pubis rolled over his leg, grinding its plumpness into him.

Eventually, her lips left his and she whispered, "That was openers. Now, does the audience have any suggestions?"

He kissed her again, his tongue darting around in the moist interior of her mouth, repeating the maneuvers of her oral probe. When they parted, he answered, "How do you feel about nudity in the theater?"

She grinned, her eyes sparkling, "I think it's a very exciting concept."

With no further comment, she slipped away from his arms and quickly got to her feet. In a matter of seconds, she had pulled the enticing crocheted dress over her head and tossed it to the couch. She was completely naked, not having bothered to put on the usual panties and bra earlier.

However, he took slightly longer in peeling away his own clothing. The brief delay gave him the full opportunity to gaze at the provocative vision she presented in her unashamed nakedness.

No longer coyly veiled by the inciting dress, the coral buds of her nipples stood hard and erect atop the sleek, slightly trembling cones of her breasts. His eyes were also given free rein to roam over the golden triangle of pubic moss softly bushed over the protruding mound of her womanhood. He briefly glimpsed at the pink cleft of her cunt as she positioned herself on the floor. Traces of sparkling moisture already glistened among the silken curls of her sexual down. She was excited and ready for him. A fact that he didn't mind, since the alluring invitation she presented had his cock jutting from his loins like a stiff flagpole.

As he knelt beside the woman stretched out on the floor, he allowed his eyes to rove once more over the full length of her sleek, satin-smooth suppleness. His hands reached out and gently caressed the softness of her creamy thighs. She sucked in her breath and emitted a pleased moan that set the slightly flattened cones of her tits to shimmering atop her chest.

As his hands tenderly circled over the silk-sheathed flesh of her thighs, his eyes drifted down over the womanly curves that flowed in smooth, graceful lines downward to the emphatic roundness of her hips and the beckoning of her cunt. His eyes fastened on the sweet rising knoll of sex and its thin slash of her vaginal lips.

Then he bent, his lips pressing to the lower mouth of her body. She moaned and her pelvis lurched upward, framing his face in the golden swirls of her pubic bush.

Curling out from his mouth, his tongue washed over her crotch, slickening up and down the pink slit of her labia. Methodically, he lapped and laved, igniting new fires of desire within the woman beneath him. Taunting, he cajolingly ran the tip of his tongue around the bud of her clitoris, working the sensitive pleasure button into a needy, throbbing center of lust. Then his tongue once more slid down the moist slash of her lips and speared with decided determination into the nectar flooded channel of her pussy.

Whimpering with rising passion, her pelvis hunched with each firm plunge of his fantastic tongue. She buried his face in the sandwiching lips of her cunt, trembling with mounting need. Again and again, he lapped and licked to her opened quim, each seductive swirl of his tongue receiving appropriate groan-sighs of gratification.

He worked, his tongue swiping in and out of the pulsing lips of plump, excited flesh. He laved his tongue around in the fluid slickened well of her body, sucking away and swallowing the abundant flow of natural lubricants that flowed there. From between her legs, the wet, smacking oral sounds that he made rose to her ears, increasing the arousing sensations of his oral indulgence.

"I ... I'm ... almost come ... " her words were abruptly split by a lusty "ahhhnnnnnnhghhh" as she did what she was almost doing a mere second ago. She came!

Swiftly slithering his tongue from the hot, flowing channel of her cunt, he gave the slickened knoll of her cunt one last kiss and slid atop her and between the widespread invitation of her thighs. There was no need for a guiding hand, neither his nor hers. The turgid length of his prick homed into the waiting mouth of the juicy target it sought. He lurched forward, slamming their pelvises together in a loud slap as his shaft rammed deeply inside the delicate folds of her cunt.

The contracting sheath of her cunt sucked at him, while he screwed his hips around, grinding his crotch into hers, stuffing her full of hard, hot cock. Her lips jerked open in writhing pleasure-anguish and only incoherent groans of fulfillment escaped her throat.

Locked deeply within the scabbarding tunnel of her belly, he lay atop her, holding her as the quaking race of her climax rocked through her. Beneath him, a bed of voluptuous womanflesh writhed and thrashed. His cock jerked and jumped, anxious for its own release deep within the fiery recesses of her cunt. Still, he didn't move, but just lay there motionless, soaking in the silken luxury of her body, caressing her as she descended from the heights of pleasure.

Eventually, her eyes fluttered open, a misty blue color that gave testimony to the satisfaction his mouth had provided. Her hands gently ran up and down his back, teasing at the corded muscles beneath his skin.

"God!" she sighed. "That was good! And so damn quick!"

His mouth met hers and their tongues danced around each other, as her hips wiggled a little, squeezing the tight hole of her pussy around the thick girthed shaft that filled it.

Her movement was more than he could endure.

His hips twitched and bucked upward, sliding his throbbing prick from the depths it had penetrated. Then he slammed back into the opened quick of her belly. The floor was hard under her. Unlike the mattress of a bed, there was nothing to give way. She felt the full impact of his lunge, grunting with desire as he reamed into her.

"Ahhharrgghh!" she moaned as he shafted into her once again. "Damn! It's fantastic! Oh! Lee! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"

His pelvis moved again, serving up a full portion of thick manmeat into the quivering slash of her sex. He buried himself within the fluid, slitted, pulpy folds of her pussy. The gorged head of his cock jerked and jumped in a needful reaction to the fiery friction that seared over its sensitive surface.

She felt him. Big and hard, he skewered the fat roundness of his rod into her body. The lust-filled crown of his prodder stretched back the tightly clinging channel of her pussy as he invaded her, packed her. She squeezed, clutching at his fullness, caressing the bludgeon of mansex that crammed back into the hot recesses of her cunt.

Her tits, like ripe melons, quaked beneath him, stabbing the hard tips that topped their forms into his chest. He lunged down again, mashing his weight to her body, doing his damnest to flatten the fleshy mounds against her chest.

She moaned under the increasing assault of his cock. Her body moved again, twisting and writhing under him. Her unbelievably tight vagina squeezed and sucked wetly at the full broad length, washing a nonstop series of sizzling sensations through his groin. His ass tensed to two rock-hard boulders of desire as he slammed in and out of the welcoming channel of pleasure.

There was no way for her to escape the battering strokes of his cock, even if she had wanted to-which she didn't. Instead, her pelvis caught the rhythm of his driving body and hunched upward to meet each lunging stab of his shaft. She surged and enveloped him with her body. She ate at him with the wanton mouth between her thighs, attempting to devour his manhood, balls and all.

Faster, he bucked into her, drilling like a jackhammer into the sheathing channel of her clinging cunt. His balls were burning as the molten need of his lust boiled and churned. He slammed hard into the saddle of desire he rode, pounding into her unmercifully.

Although mercy was the last thing in her mind. What she wanted was what she was getting.

The balls of her ass bounced on the floor beneath her as he knifed in and out of her cunt. Her whole body was alive with him. The hurricanes of desire and lust were awakened. Her thighs throbbed and ached.

"Christ! Oh! Damn! Good! So fuckin' good!" she groaned as her fingers dug into the tense mounds of his buttocks, jerking him into her.

His body was steaming. He rammed into her and jerked out and rammed in again. He plowed into the honey furrow between her legs. He whipped hard and fiercely into her cunt. He shafted and poled into her.

Then she was there again-coming! Lost in a cyclone of soul-shattering pleasure! Crying out in un-abandoned desire, she bucked and twisted under the still impaling length of prick that speared in and out of her cunt.

His balls would no longer hold back the fiery load they contained. He came! He came gushing a flood of thick white cream into the heated hole of her belly. His body quaked and rocked as spurt after spurt of sperm and semen raced through the pulsating shaft of his prick and fountained into the contracting channel of her belly.

She sucked at him, milking the heavy jets of release from his groin. He filled her, then overflowed the chalice of her body, sending oozing white streams of jism trickling down her thighs.

Together they clung to each other, gratefully accepting the pleasure they had so willingly given each other. Their mouths and hands tenderly kissed and caressed-the only thank you that was needed at the moment.

"That was one hell of a floor show," he whispered, as he slowly slithered from her body.

"Thought you might like it," she smiled.

"Is there another performance tonight?" he said, leaning over and gently kissing her.

"I don't know. Let me check." Her hands slowly crept down his chest and stomach, making their way to his crotch and finding the still firm shaft. Up and down the pussy-slicked length her fingers played. "Mmmmmm. It seems that there will be another performance. The audience is more than willing!"

This time, she slid atop him, using her hands to guide the stiff shaft of his prick into her hungry cunt, then undulating her hips so that he swirled within her.

"This beats the Forum hands down," he grinned up at her. "Remind me to thank Regina Whatever-her-name is, for fouling up our original plans for the evening."

"Regina Anover," Ann corrected him.

"Right," he smiled. "Remind me to thank her!"

Ann smiled down at him, then rose so that she sat fully impaled on his thick length of prick. Slowly, she began to rise up and down on the firm shaft.

But her mind was no longer on the manly presence that once more packed her body; a shaft that moments ago had whipped her to the heights of ecstasy.

Instead, her thoughts returned to earlier that day and the woman that had caused her to be late for her date with Lee. The same woman who had pressed so close to her on their drive back to the agency-Regina Anover!

She remembered the lingering hand that had found her thigh and she quivered. The feeling that had been awakened in her earlier today came flooding back into her body.

Whether she liked it or not, she was drawn to Regina Anover, drawn to her in a strong sexual attraction.

Lee groaned below her and her body began to hunch with increasing vigor. Welcoming the fantastic sensations Ann lavished on his cock, Lee allowed the fiery cream of his loins to once more flood into her pussy.

Afterwards, he once more used his tongue to whip her to orgasm. An action that Ann appreciated, although she closed her eyes and dreamed that it was another person's lips and tongue hungrily eating at her cunt; dreamed that it was Regina Anover's mouth that was joined to her pussy.

THREE

"Is everything satisfactory?" Regina Anover said, smiling a very sweet, very put-on smile at the young man standing before her.

"Yes. Yes, Miss Anover," he mumbled, unsure of his answer and not comprehending the position he was in.

His confused eyes glanced once more to the ten crisp one hundred dollar bills in his hand, then shifted around the room. A room that was like nothing he had ever seen before or expected to see. It was as if he had stepped into some scene from one of those erotic novels he used to read before he had gotten married. To begin with, it was large, larger than any bedroom he had ever been in. Next was the crazy wallpaper, all red and black in an intricate brocade design, like something one would expect to find in a French brothel. The same twisting motif was continued on the red and black bedspread, which covered the king-size canopied bed. The other furniture in the room was made of some darkly polished wood that appeared to be jet-black. All the other furniture, that is, except for an odd-looking red velvet couch, which was backless and was oddly positioned in the exact center of the room. He didn't know its purpose, but if the general atmosphere of the bedroom and the transaction that had just taken place were any indications, he could damn well guess as to some of its purposes.

Regina smiled again as the young man's eyes returned to her. Philip looks so different without that suit I make him wear, she idly thought as she brushed a stray strand of shining black hair out of her face.

He looks so young and virile, she thought as she continued to study him, enjoying his nervous fidgeting under her unseating gaze. If I didn't know better, I'd never be able to imagine him as a butler.

The young man dressed in only blue jeans and a t-shirt, appeared to be the furthest thing from a butler Regina could imagine. With that muscular chest and those bulgy looking biceps, he might have passed for the leader of a street gang. But never the butler of Regina Anover. However, that's exactly what he was.

Despite whatever coarse urges his extremely desirable physique awakened in her, Regina had other plans, at least for the moment, "If everything is in order then, will you please sit on that couch, Philip?"

Again, the young man nodded, relieved to do as he was told and to get out from under the woman's piercing stare. He took his seat, letting his eyes drift to the red and black carpet.

Look at him! Regina reveled in her mind. Trying to act as if he doesn't care! Trying to act as if he isn't interested! The fool! I've never met a man that could resist watching-or a woman!

Smiling smugly to herself, Regina turned her back on the man and glanced to the woman who sat on her bed. Girl was more like it, she thought, as the young woman's eyes rose to her, then glanced to the floor.

Regina smiled again. The woman had come as she was instructed. She was wearing a thin, white nylon negligee, which did nothing to hide the shapely, rounded curves of her body. The rounded, very womanly curves of her youthful body. The girl was far from being beautiful, but she was somewhat attractive in an earthy sort of way, Regina mused to herself, as she probed beneath the gossamer fabric.

The young woman's chest heaved, as if she realized that the other woman's gaze was fixed upon her for the moment; locked in on the heavy, pendulous mounds of her young tits. Then Regina's eyes drifted lower, over the slightly protruding stomach and the sleek, supple thighs.

You've chosen well, she congratulated herself. This is going to be very interesting!

"Mina," Regina's voice was soft and gentle. "You understand why you're here, don't you?"

The young woman's soft brown eyes rose to the older woman's face and she nodded. Regina noted the slight tremble that ran through the girl. But whether it was in excitement or fright, she couldn't tell. Not that it really mattered to her.

"Good," Regina smiled. "Our arrangement is simple. For the thousand dollars I gave your husband, you're mine tonight and must do anything I ask. Are you sure you understand?"

Again the young brunette nodded.

The arrangement was that simple, a game that Regina had played several times in the past-find a man who is willing to sell his wife to another woman for a night. When she was ready to play her game, Regina had never been disappointed. There was always someone who was willing to share his wife for a thousand dollars. That on this occasion the couple happened to be her butler and maid didn't matter. They were young, college students in need of money. Both had been working for. Regina while attending classes for the past three months. Their salaries were good enough to attend to their needs. But the promise of a thousand dollars was too tempting for either of them to pass by. Regina had won round one of her game. But then, she always did!

But tonight, despite her contempt for the couple's weakness and their willingness to sell themselves, she needed them. She was hot! Her body ached for some means of release. Enticing images of the young real estate agent, Ann Hedges, flashed through her mind. It was Ann that she really wanted tonight. The young Miss Hedges was ripe and almost ready for plucking. But not tonight! Tonight she would have to satisfy herself with Mina. And then, later perhaps, the young woman's husband, her butler, Philip.

"Mina," she said again, once more drawing the girl's eyes to her. "Come here, dear."

The brunette rose from her seat on the edge of the bed and stepped before the older woman. Her eyes reflected the fact that though she realized her position, she still did not comprehend what was happening.

"Now, take off my robe," Regina said, smiling, her command no more than a whisper, but a command just the same.

The young woman's hands rose to the single sash that encircled Regina's waist. Her fingers trembled as they clumsily fumbled with the large knot, which eventually came free. The robe opened and Regina smiled as she detected a quick, darting glance of the other woman's eyes. Then the girl's fingers moved to her shoulders and tucked beneath the neck of Regina's robe. The older woman twisted a little in both directions and the robe slipped free; falling to the floor behind her.

The black-haired seductress was naked now and there was no way for the younger woman's eyes to avoid looking at her body. No way for her to avoid gazing at the melonlike globes of heavy titflesh that were pendulous only because of their weighty size. Each mountainous mammary was topped by a dark cherry of flesh perched in an uptilted position.

Nor was there any way for her eyes to avoid seeing the emphatic, womanly curves of Regina's nakedness. Lithe and supple, the dark-headed woman was beautiful. Her creamy white thighs were flawless and sloped upward to a dark, silken triangular patch of pubic hair thickly bushed over the prominent protrubance of her mound of womanhood.

"My breasts," Regina ordered in a whisper once again. "Fondle them while I get rid of this negligee."

Regina's fingers quickly disposed of the flimsy nightie the younger woman wore, then stood there watching the unsure hand that reached out and finally touched her massive tits. She trembled at the marvelous feel of another woman's fingers on her body. A feeling that no man could equal

Hesitantly, the girl's fingers traced their way around the pillowlike mound. Despite herself, she found the experience thrilling. Her employer's breasts were like satin-covered mounds under her fingertips, so soft and smooth, radiating a sexual heat all their own.

"This is the way you do it," Regina grinned at her, as she reached up and abruptly grasped the younger woman's tits.

She squeezed down hard, kneading the almost flaccid flesh of the girl's pendulous breasts. Her fingers dug into the pliant mounds, molding and kneading them as if they were mere playthings for her own amusement. Which they were, for this night at least.

"Now suck them," she ordered the brunette, who was moaning from the expert manipulation of her mammary attributes.

The girl looked puzzled at the older woman, then did as she was told.

Leaning forward slightly, her lips encompassed one of the rigid nipples. Finding an unbefore-found delight in her task, her tongue languidly circled around the hardened tip of flesh, licking at it with a feather-light touch. In response, Regina's hands tightened their grip on the two glowing breasts she held. She pushed and pulled at them, thrilling in the way they swung and juggled around on the girl's chest.

The brunette's mouth suddenly reversed itself and dropped down on the sister mound of breast. She sucked and licked with a newly discovered relish, feeling the nipple she busied come alive and stiff under her ministrations. She had been wary when her husband had originally proposed that she give herself to this woman. But the thought of an extra thousand padding their bank account had been enough to win her over. After all, what was she giving other than her time.

But now, she realized she had been wrong. She wasn't giving at all. She was getting! Getting something that every woman had wondered about at one time or another, even if they didn't admit it to their men. And she was getting it from a woman who obviously knew what she was doing. This was nothing like the way her husband handled her tits. The black-haired temptress knew how to give them the attention they needed.

Then, as if to prove the younger woman's unspoken thoughts, Regina whispered, "Enough! Now it's my turn."

The girl's pouted lips eagerly slipped off the dark bud of flesh she was attending to and she stood up, shivering as the other woman lifted one of her large tits. Leaning over just a little, Regina's mouth opened and captured the rubbery nipple. Her tongue rolled over its sensitive surface. Her teeth lightly bit into the button, eliciting a little groan from the younger woman.

Then she sucked, pulling in as much of the white womanflesh as she could. She sucked and nibbled, relishing the taste of another woman's tit, loving the feel of her smooth, sleek flesh.

When she had finished with one of the heavy, swinging globes, her mouth moved to the other to repeat the process. Simultaneously, her hands continued their eager kneading of the two mounds, squeezing roughly into the pliant balls.

With a loud, wet smack, she pulled her lips away from the sexually warm tits and stood before the brunette. A pleased smile danced on the corners of her companion's mouth and a lusty glint flashed in her brown eyes.

"Come here," Regina whispered and the girl responded, pressing her womanly nakedness against the seductive silklike curves of the older woman.

Without the slightest hesitation, the girl's full lips opened and accepted the rush of tongue that Regina plunged into her mouth. The younger woman trembled as the twirling oral probe swirled around and around her tongue, then flicked toward her throat. She squirmed against the older woman, thrilling to the marvelous feel of their big, fleshy breasts mashing and rolling together.

Her trembling increased as Regina's hands tauntingly slid down the supple arch of her back and roved over the half-moons of her ass. She pressed herself closer to the woman, urging her explorations. Her hips swayed slightly so that the fleece-covered mounds of their cunts rubbed against one another.

As Regina's tongue retreated into her own mouth and as she accepted the probings of the younger woman, her hands began to slowly knead the firm demiglobes of ass she possessed. In the same fashion she had worked the girl's tits, her fingers squeezed and dug into the fleshy cushions of hindcheeks. An action that brought more of the squirming undulations of the woman's hips and the delightful mutual massage of their cuntal knolls.

Then their lips parted and Regina again whispered her directions to her lover of the night. The girl eagerly complied, no longer hesitant about her initiation into the pleasures of woman-to-woman sex. Scurrying back to the bed, the younger woman lay on her back, spreading her long, satin-textured legs so that the black-haired woman who came to her was allowed a full, unobstructed view of her cunt. The older woman smiled, then let her eyes drift to the delicate slash, framed by a light moss of brown hair. The brunette trembled with excited anticipation.

The younger woman's legs moved even wider as Regina crawled on her knees between them. An inquisitive hand reached out and gently weaved its way round in the soft muff of pubic down, sending off new thrills within the brunette. An equally inquisitive index finger slowly began to taunt its seductive path up and down the dark cleft of the younger woman's loins.

She writhed lasciviously on the bed, her eyes closing under the lust that mounted in her body. Regina grinned with the full knowledge that the young brunette was under her control. And that if she should suddenly stop, the girl would beg for her to resume.

But at the moment, she had no intention of stopping. Instead, she wiggled her provocative finger between the pouted, trembling lips of the other woman's pussy and speared it into the seething hole of her quim. The girl's groan of appreciation was long and low, resounding within the big room.

Poor kid, Regina found herself thinking, as her finger began the age-old in-out motion within the younger woman's cunt. She'd never had it so good. Never had a man that was the lover I am.

The thought of a man brought Regina's mind around to the fact that there was a man in her room, a man who was watching every move they made; Philip, the young brunette's husband.

Glancing up to the girl's face, Regina realized she had her fully occupied; then she shifted her gaze to the center of the room and to the man who sat watching them. Philip's eyes abruptly jerked to the floor as he noticed Regina's black eyes on him. His face flushed with a red embarrassment.

Look at him! Regina's contempt for the man flared again. Trying to act as if he couldn't take his eyes off us. The bastard! He's probably got a mile-long hard-on. His balls are probably on fire.

Regina slammed her finger deeply into the cunt she occupied, which brought another of those deep-throated moans of lust from the young girl. Philip's eyes once more darted up to the two women on the bed, then did a quick about-face as his eyes were again met by Regina's.

The bastard! Just look at him! Regina grinned as she gloated broadly. The son-of-a-bitch has never seen his wife like this. He's never heard her moan like this. He's never been able to give her this kind of pleasure. He knows now! He knows why I play this little game! He knows that I'm double the man he is and three times the lover! He's helpless and there's not a damn thing he can do about it!

Helpless was exactly the way Philip felt. Never in his life had he felt less a man. Yet at the same time he had never sported such a rigid and needy cock. The thick bulge of his prick strained against the crotch of his jeans with such strength he felt sure it was about to rip out the seams to his pants.

The enticing view of two naked women so obviously enjoying the pleasure of their bodies was fantastic. He would have never believed that watching two women make it could be this exciting. He would have laughed at another man if he had been told about this.

But damnit! he agonized, Mina is my wife!

His wife who was writhing and twisting on the bed as another woman pumped her finger in and out of her juice-oozing cunt. His wife didn't seem to be able to get enough of the finger-fucking she was groaning her need for.

Mina had never let on that she would enjoy having another woman make love with her. Another man he could understand, but another woman was something else; something he didn't know how to cope with.

He had only seen his wife like this on a couple of occasions. Like that one time they had tried those things in the sex manual. But as he watched them now, he wasn't quite sure that he'd ever seen Mina so excited, so abandoned in her want and need for sex-her want and need to be fucked!

But that lustful taste for another woman's body had just started, he realized, as he watched Regina's head suddenly drop between the creamy white spread of his wife's thighs and bury her face in the furry fleece covering Mina's pussy.

"OH! Ohhhhhhh! Jeeeeesus!" the younger woman cried out in sheer pleasure as the moist tip of Regina's tongue tapped out and teased over the throbbing rise of her sex.

Up and down her tongue went, taunting at the slash of her moist cunt. The black-haired woman relished her task, delighting as she felt the waves of excited gooseflesh that rippled on the girl's thighs. She toyed and teased, prolonging the taunting effects of her oral ministrations. She kissed and tongued, while her finger continued its steady, stroking rhythm.

The sensations were a wild, fantastic blast of sizzling electricity. The very thought of another woman's mouth down there-between her legs-licking at her pussy, was enough to push her nearer and nearer the climax her body now screamed for. Her hips jerked up and down, forcing the impaling digit deeper and deeper into her cunt. While at the same time, she attempted to force the playful tongue of the other woman into her cunt.

But there was no need for force. Regina was fully intent to get to the meat of the matter.

Her tongue slid into the delicious pink-lipped slit, licking and sucking away the constant flow of womanly nectar she was producing in the brunette. Slowly she swirled and twirled the tongue upward until it nuzzled against the thickly rigid length of the girl's clit.

Her lips slipped down over the small penis-imitating organ and she tenderly mouthed it. Her lips and tongue worked in union, setting off a veritable Fourth of July within the woman. The sensitive nubbin was overloaded with wave after wave of sensation. There was little the brunette could do except to groan as the racing forces of ecstasy washed through her body. And come.

Which is exactly what she did!

Writhing and twisting, the younger woman's body jerked convulsively on the bed. She grunted and moaned in bestial unabandon. Her head thrashed back and forth. The cords of her neck were thick and bulging, standing out with the tension of her release.

Regina quickly slipped her mouth away from the pussy she ate and glanced up to the girl, a broad grin of triumph spreading over her full red lips. Once again she had won at her game. And now the couple knew it. She glanced at Philip, who sat wide-eyed on the couch, no longer attempting to avoid her gloating gaze.

He saw and he still can't believe! Regina mocked him in her mind. Now for the final touch. A little extra he never expected!

Unable to comprehend, Philip watched as the black-haired temptress, to whom he had just sold his wife, slipped from between Mina's legs and turned toward him. Wet, little drops of cuntal juices still glistened around her mouth as testimony to the pussy eating she had just completed.

"Like what you see, Philip?" Regina grinned at him, her hands creeping slowly up from her waist and cupping the twin globes of milk-white tit that hung heavily from her chest.

Unable to speak, he nodded, his prick doing all sorts of flip-flops as her fingers squeezed into the creamy melons.

"I thought you might," Regina said as her smile grew, her eyes roving over the seated man, locking in on the thick bulge that filled the crotch of his pants, lingering there for a few seconds. "Like to have a little of this?"

Again he nodded, unable to find his voice in the wake of the proposition he had just heard.

"Of course you would," she smiled sweetly, her voice like an adult speaking to a child. "You'd just love to drill that fat cock of yours into the cunt of the woman who just fucked your wife blind, wouldn't you?"

"Yessss!" his sibilant answer came in a lusty hiss.

Despite the fact that this dark-headed bitch had just paid him for his wife, making them no better than whores, he still wanted to feel himself between her legs. She was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen- Those tits were unbelievable! So big, like marshmallowy pillows. Yet there was no sag, not like Mina's pendulous breasts. And her cunt! It looked so plump and ripe beneath that thick black muff. His balls ached to have her. This was the type of thing he had dreamed of!

With deliberate slowness, she strode across the room, her supple thighs so sleek and so ready to accommodate a man between them. The weighty globes of her breasts swayed ever so slightly, begging for his hands to reach out and crush into their bulbous forms. Her pink tongue flicked across the full redness of her lips in a seductive hint of the oral pleasures she could lavish on his cock. Her hips moved in an exaggerated fashion that drew his eyes back to the shining patch of black fur covering the prominent bulge of her cunt.

"You've never had a woman like me," she whispered as she stopped before him. "I know what a man wants. I'm ten times the woman you've been balling. Ten times the woman your wife is!"

He believed it! Even when he was still trying to get into Mina's pants his cock had never ached like this, never felt so thick and long. His testicles were about to explode with just the thought of sliding into that juicy looking pussy between her legs.

"If you want me," Regina proposed, "I think we can work something out."

"Of course, I want you," he answered, his hands slowly reaching out to encompass her hips and pull her to him.

Easily, she did a couple of quick backsteps and positioned herself just beyond his hungry fingertips, "Not so quickly, Philip. We can't rush this. Not if you want the best fuck you'll ever get in this life."

His hands dropped back to the couch and he stared up to her, nodding that he was willing to do it her way.

"That's a good boy," she smiled. "Now let me see what you've got to offer.

It was a request he was more than willing to comply with.

Quickly rising from the red velvet sofa, he stood and reached for his zipper, easing it along its brass-toothed path. After a couple of painful seconds, he managed to extract the object the black-haired woman wanted to see. It was long, hard, thick and needy looking, totaling about seven inches of hot and ready cock.

"It's beautiful," Regina whispered.

Again she stepped to him, this time allowing his hands to caress the pillowlike mountains of her breasts, while her hands crept to his crotch and gently fondled the thick stalk of his rod. She smiled as he shuddered with rising want. Up and down with loving care, her fingertips worked, delighting in the virile feel of him. His cock jumped and jerked. Clear drops of preseminal fluids oozed from its plumlike crown, smearing around in her palms.

Caressing and fondling, his hands scooped up the twin mounds of titflesh and squeezed into them. He scissored the rubbery dark mushrooms perched atop each cushion between his fingers. She felt good, as good as she looked. So damn soft and smooth! Even with all the oils and lotions Mina used on her body, she had never felt like this!

Her hands jerked along his cock, urging him on, making his balls boil as if they were set atop a sexual double burner.

"My cunt, Philip," she whispered as she leaned against him, her teeth teasingly nibbling at the lobe of his ear. "Why don't you give my cunt a hand?"

Obliging her, he reluctantly released one of the creamy cushions of tit he possessed and roughly slid an eager hand between the spread thighs he found waiting for him. Without the slightest attention to her clit, he crammed a finger into the mouth of her cunt.

Regina groaned under the unexpected impalement. The bastard! He's got about much class as a tramp. He's about as capable of pleasing a woman as most men, which isn't at all!

Those were her thoughts, but she whispered to him, "What's it like in there ... inside my cunt?"

"Tight!" he moaned. "So damn hot and tight and wet!"

"That's all for you, Philip," she coyly maneuvered him. "I'll show you what I can do with my cunt ... give it all to you, if you want it ... but ..."

"Damn, woman," he moaned, wiggling his embedded digit around in the luxurious folds of her pussy. "Of course, I want it!"

Then it dawned on him that there had been more to the woman's statement, "But what?"

Regina's tongue taunted around in his ear, setting still another series of thrills racing through his body, "It'll cost you, Philip."

"What?" he managed to question in between his groans, as her fists squeezed at the fleshy pike of his cock.

"That hot, wet pussy is yours, Philip," she repeated in a seductive whisper. "But it'll cost you one thousand dollars."

He groaned as the jacking motion of her hand increased and his balls threatened to explode, "My back pocket ... in my wallet ..."

Regina's hands slipped from around his shaft and with one last urgent jerk, she extracted his wallet. "If you'll rid yourself of those clothes and lie back on the couch. I'll be with you in a moment," she whispered.

His finger made a wet, sucking sound as it hastily pulled from her cunt. She moaned, despite the game she was playing; she had started to enjoy having his finger in her. A hollow feeling of dissatisfaction seeped through her body. But she had to play the game through to its end.

With a quick glance at the man who was desperately peeling off his clothes, she walked to her dresser and pulled the thousand she had given him earlier in the evening, making a mental note to replace it in the wall safe that night. Then she turned back to the man who was now stretched out naked on the velvet couch.

Dropping his wallet atop the crumpled pile of clothes on the floor, her eyes shifted across the room to the woman, who was just coming to her senses atop the bed. The thought that Mina would be treated to the view of her making it with her husband pleased her. Just as Philip now knew that she was capable of pleasing his wife better than he was, Mina would now know that she was the better woman.

Let Philip worry about how he's going to explain where the thousand went to, Regina mused, wishing she could watch the scene that would erupt between the couple later that night, after she was finished with them.

Smiling smugly to herself, she returned her attention to the man on the couch and the hard pole of cock that rigidly pushed into the air from his crotch. Walking to his side, she gazed down at him, her hand once more seeking the thick circumference of his prick. His body shivered its willingness under the contact of her hand.

"Now, Philip, all you have to do is just lie here," she whispered. "I'm going to ride this big, beautiful cock of yours like it's never been ridden before. I'm going to give you a new meaning to the word fuck!"

With that, she climbed onto the couch, straddling his legs. Her hands busied themselves with his balls and cock as she scooted up, positioning herself above his crotch. Her hands jerked the rigid length of his shaft straight up in the air, holding it firmly pointed toward the slash of her cunt.

He watched as the sexy temptress hovered above his waist, the moist slit of her pussy now easily visible from his vantage point. Slowly, she lowered her body. The red, thick head of his prick nuzzled into the black curls matted over her snatch. His body twitched in eager anticipation, as tingling thrills coursed around within his cocks crown.

Lower she dropped and the swollen bulb of his glans splayed the cleft of her outer labia, then shafted between the scalloped folds of her inner lips. She grunted with pleasure, as her body dropped the last inches and she thudded fleshly into his pelvis.

In that one fluid motion, his cock drilled up into the liquid warmth of her pussy. The sensations were enough to drive him wild. Her cunt was everything he had expected it to be. Hot, wet and tight, she completely enveloped his full, gorged length of manhood. She swallowed him within her belly and held him within the snug harbor of her sex.

The thrilling sensations were mutual. Despite her contempt for this man, her earlier actions with his wife had left her body ready for sex. That she was getting it from him didn't matter. What mattered was that she was getting it. He felt every bit as big as he looked. He packed her fully, so that each long inch of his fat cock strained the walls of her heated vagina. She felt the knobby crown of his prick jerk and bob within her, banging against the soft walls of her cunt.

"Don't move. So big! It's so big! Give me a couple of seconds to get used to it! I've never had one this big!" she lied, knowing she had taken them bigger than his before. But this was a whore's line and after all, he had paid and she was his whore, for the moment.

Then the bastard did exactly what she expected him to do. He jerked his hips upward, slamming his cock deeper into the caressing well of her sex. She groaned a piteous little pain-pleasure moan, all of which wasn't as phony as she would have liked it to be. He was big!

"How'd you like that, bitch," he leered up to her. "Never felt a real man inside that wonderful cunt of yours have you?"

The cocky sonofabitch, she thought with contempt, I'll show you whose in control here! But she said, "Not like yours. But then you've never felt anything like this!"

The muscles lining the velvet ripples of her vaginal channel abruptly squeezed down.

He groaned. She was right! He had never felt anything like this. Her cunt was marvelously tight! She gripped him, squeezing the luxury of her heated sex around his thick shaft, molding herself around the contours of his prick. She was like a custom-made glove, especially designed for his prick.

His hips jerked up again, but she held to him, riding his movement with expert agility. Again and again, he lunged upward, trying to break her cuntal grip and show her who was master here. But she held him, never lessening the fantastic squeeze of her clinging pussy.

Eventually, he dropped back to the velvet couch and relaxed. She had won. They would do it her way, although he felt that she had never planned for it to be any other way. If there was a man who could tame this fiery bitch to his will, it wasn't him. All he wanted was to take everything she could give him now.

The muscles of her cunt slowly relaxed and then squeezed down again. Over and over, she repeated the fascinating process, milking and sucking at his length. He quivered as he felt the boiling mass of his sperm load churning within his testicles.

Then her hips undulated, swirling him around within the confining sheath of her pussy. He groaned as the slippery glove of her belly ignited all sorts of sizzling sensations on his hypersensitive glans.

His hands reached up and grabbed the twin pillows of her breasts, roughly kneading into them, delighting in the resilient texture of her sleek flesh. Her hips quickened their pace. She swirled around his shaft, rocking his swollen length around and around.

The next addition to her movements was unbelievable. Still swaying and swirling her hips, she began to ride up and down on the fat pole of his prick. Up and down, her body rose and fell, drilling him into the depths of her fiery core. He could see the flowering of her pink lips as she pulled up on him. Wet and glistening with her flow of juices, she clung to him. The pink folds turned back on themselves as she dropped and crammed his cock back within her body.

She had been right again. He had never been fucked like this. Mina was nothing compared to this titsy beauty that rode his shaft for every ounce of pleasure it contained. He had never known a woman who could control her pussy the way this woman was doing. She squeezed so damn tight! She swayed and his prick jumped. She hunched on him, driving his cock toward the entrance to her womb.

There, within the hungry gap of her loins, she felt the old familiar urgings of lust rising in her body. She did nothing to stop them. He was too close, too excited from the woman-to-woman action he had watched earlier. If she didn't make it now, she never would, not with him at least. His cock probably deflated so quickly, she'd never be able to satisfy herself after he came.

Harder and faster, she worked her body, driving the firm rod of sex deep toward the itching need of her desire. He groaned beneath her, his body tensing for the release it was now racing to. Up and down, in and out, she rode atop him. He slid in and out of her, his thick shaft impaling and skewering into her cunt.

His hips began to buck and his cock slammed harder into her. He was near, too near! Again she quickened her tempo, fucking herself on his cock with near desperation. She throbbed and ached. Her body screamed for the total release it demanded.

Hot and thick, she felt the gushes of come blast into her. He groaned, throwing his hips upward, spearing into the aching recesses of her pussy. His hands crushed into the creamy forms of her tits. She cried out as the hurricane blasts of orgasmic pleasure exploded in her loins.

Fountain upon fountain of seething cream rushed up from his balls and seared through his prick. Gratefully, he emptied himself into the very receptive sheath of her cunt. She milked him, sucking every drop he had to offer. The sensation was fantastic. She was draining him. Draining him bone dry!

Unable to maintain her upright position on his crotch, she fell forward. Her tits were crushed unmercifully beneath her weight. But it didn't matter. She came and that was all that concerned her. For what, seemed like an eternity, her body quaked and trembled under the pleasure tremors of climax.

Slowly but surely, she settled back to reality and opened her eyes. The man beneath her was moaning. His chest heaved heavily. She grinned and slowly rolled from him. She had been right once again. His cock now looked like some sleeping worm settled in the forest of his pubic hairs.

Unsteadily, she pushed herself away from him and walked across the room, seating herself on a stool before her makeup table. In the mirror, she could see the reflection of the woman staring at her from the bed. Smugly, with the satisfaction of complete conquest, she smiled. She had played her game and made her point. Neither Mina or Philip could match her abilities. For Mina, she had unlocked doors of pleasure her husband didn't even realize existed within a woman. And for Philip, she had given him the full pleasure a sexual woman knows how to release in a man. They were both under her power, whether they realized it or not. All she had to do was request some simple task and both of them would come scurrying to see that it was fulfilled.

She glanced at the pearly fluid oozing from her sex slit and mentally toyed with the idea of ordering Mina to come over and clean up her husband's jism. Another woman's tongue in her pussy right now would be soothing. It would also be nice to see Philip's reaction to his wife giving another woman head.

But she decided against it. She was tiring of her game. Instead she ordered the couple to dress, announcing that the evening was over. As they complied with her wishes, she reached across the makeup table and pulled her purse to her and extracted her check book.

Hastily she scrawled out a check for six hundred dollars. She rose and walked to the couple, handing Philip the check.

"Here's two weeks' severance pay. You're both fired." She said simply and flatly. After all, her game was over.

The man and wife looked at her, not able to comprehend what had just been said.

"It's over," she smiled. "I've no further use for either of you. Neither of you can provide me with a thing I need. I'll expect you out of the house this night. Two hours should be sufficient for you to gather up your things."

Philip's lips parted as if to protest, but instead, he took Mina's arm and led her from the bedroom.

Two hours later, when the couple left the house, slamming the door behind them, Regina had all but forgotten her evening's amusement. Her mind had once more returned to the enticing thoughts of Ann Hedges and the plans she had scheduled for Saturday.

FOUR

"Nice," Regina mused aloud, as her chauffeur wheeled the Rolls through the gates of the estate, moving down the paved drive toward the two-story house located back among a cluster of oak trees.

"So far, this looks very promising. It just might be the place!" she smiled, turning to Ann, reaching out and gently patting the younger woman's bare thigh just below the hemline of her skirt, then allowing her hand to rest there.

"This is the old Ewenges estate, built in the early fifties," Ann replied, attempting to ignore the hand and maintain a businesslike poise. "There's a total of ten acres. The house is double brick and the recent owners added central heat and air."

"Sounds better and better," the black-haired woman at her side smiled pleasantly, her eyes lit with a knowing gleam. "Shall we take a look?"

Ann trembled as she detected the slight increase of Regina's fingers, squeezing lightly on her leg. Does she know? the thought flashed through Ann's mind. Does she realize? She suppressed a shiver as she remembered the thoughts, the sexual fantasies she had had of Regina last night while she and Lee made love.

She thought all that but said, "That's what I'm here for," grateful for the chance to get out of the car and away from the closeness of this woman and the confusing, forbidden feelings Regina Anover evoked in her.

Opening her door, Ann slid from the car and received a disdainful glance from the chauffeur. For some reason, she felt embarrassed at having forgotten that "getting the doors" was one of the man's tasks, as Regina had pointed out last night. Then she felt just as foolish for letting such a minor thing as who opened a car door bother her. But that was the way Regina's presence affected her. Just being around the woman and her commanding confidence made her feel like some insecure child, desperately seeking the approval of an adult.

Trying to shake the confusion from her mind, she groped into her purse, fumbling with the contents. When she eventually retrieved the key to the house, Regina was already waiting at the door. Hastily, she managed to get the key into the lock without further delay.

"Very nice," Regina commented, as they moved through the first two rooms of the vacant house.

Despite her efforts to regain her composure, Ann could do little than follow the woman who was the source of the indecisiveness that filled her today. It's just one of those days, she reassured herself.

It was one of those days, but the fact that it was did little to help.

It had started that morning, when Ann had finally worked up the courage to tell Lee that she had to work today. She didn't want to leave him like that, it made her feel bad. And to make matters worse, he didn't even get angry. Instead, he had said he understood and would call her tomorrow. Which, she had decided, meant that he was probably far more hurt and disappointed than she had expected. She didn't like treating him like that, but Regina Anover was an important client.

To make her guilt heavier, she admitted to herself that she wanted to be with Regina today. Despite the confusing, uneasiness Regina created in her, she wanted to be with the woman.

The lunch at Carter's, which Regina had "treated" her to as a consolation for having to work on Saturday, had done nothing to help untangle her thoughts. It had only drawn her closer to the woman; only increased the compelling need to have Regina accept her. The expensive meal and wine had set an atmosphere that she associated as a prelude to lovemaking. She had been disappointed when Regina hadn't attempted to seduce her. It was as if she had been rejected.

Then, there was the drive to the Ewenges estate, with Regina once again sitting close to her so that their thighs were pressed tightly together, so that she could feel the tantalizing warmth of the other woman's body suffusing through their clothing.

"This is far better than I expected, Ann," Regina interrupted her thoughts. "Could I see the upstairs?"

Ann nodded and led her to the stairway and up to the second floor of the house.

"There's a total of ten rooms up here," Ann explained. "The master bedroom is just down the hall."

Taking the lead again, Regina walked briskly down the hall, with Ann following closely behind. Elegant, she found herself summing up the woman before her. Despite the loose cut of Regina's black pantsuit, she looked elegant. Her clothes seemed to move and flow around the voluptuous contours of her body. On some other woman, a similar style would have looked floppy and baggy.

She watched the black-haired woman slowly walk around the room, inspecting it thoroughly and was once again struck by the haughty beauty of her face and the catlike gracefulness of her movements. But now she understood what she hadn't been able to place her finger on yesterday. Regina Anover had the sleekness and subtlety of a she-cat, but there was more. The woman also had the air of a tom; the confidence and sureness of a male feline, as if she were capable of overcoming anything that crossed her path.

A strange woman, Ann almost murmured aloud, realizing that although there could be no more than four or five years separating their ages, Regina Anover was most definitely a woman. And she felt like a girl.

"There's a lot that can be done with this house, if I get the right decorators," Regina commented.

Ann agreed, while she found herself wondering just what would go in this bedroom if Regina bought the house. Was there an endless stream of new lovers for a woman like Regina Anover? Were men sexual playthings to her, as most men Ann had met seemed to think women were? Did she like her lovers tender or gentle? Or did she prefer fire and passion in a man-or woman?

Suddenly, Ann realized that the room no longer held Regina's attention. The black-haired woman stood gazing at her. Ann attempted to divert her own embarrassed stare, but found herself mesmerized by the intense blackness of the other woman's eyes.

A flashing glint of light danced across the jet-black of Regina's eyes and a faintly amused smile upturned the corners of her wide, sensuous mouth. For seconds neither of them moved. A prickly heat flushed through Ann's body, as her heart skipped a beat or two, then raced at double time.

"Ann, come here," Regina whispered softly, a knowing smile spreading over the full redness of her lips, as her hand rose to the blonde.

Almost as an involuntary reaction, Ann found herself moving toward the woman. Regina's words had come gently, but they had the same compelling force about them that surrounded the woman. There was little doubt in her mind that she would have been unable to stop herself, even if she had wanted to. And she didn't want to stop now. Now now! This is what she wanted; what she had dreamed about last night while she was with Lee.

She trembled with anticipation as the older woman's hand closed around hers, squeezing it with gentle reassurance. Regina's eyes were filled with a sympathetic understanding.

"Poor Ann," the woman whispered, stepping closer so that their bodies barely brushed together, "so unsure of herself ... and me."

She was right! This was a social taboo that she had been brought up with. Two women weren't supposed to be lovers. Yet it felt right now. And she wanted it!

The black-haired woman smiled again, then leaned slightly, her head dipping and her lips moving closer and closer. An excited quiver shot through Ann's spine as their lips met, lingering for a few seconds, before Regina eased away.

"You're really quite a lovely woman, Ann," she smiled, one of her hands rising to the blonde's cheek, tenderly caressing it.

More of those strange, tingling shivers ran up and down her back as the warmth of Regina's fingertips gently drifted downward to her lips and traced over their quivering surface. She smiled weakly, still unsure of herself, but wanting the older woman to know everything was alright. Then the fingers were under her chin, lifting her face and Regina was leaning toward her, once more seeking her lips.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt that she should pull away and run. But she couldn't. This is what she wanted. All she could do was stand there and tremble as the softness of another woman's lips covered her mouth.

Warm and moist, she felt the inquisitive tip of Regina's tongue tantalizingly dance over her lips, seeking entrance to her mouth. Hesitantly, she parted her lips and accepted the teasing, wet probe that eagerly darted inward.

Gently at first, then with increased intensity, the older woman worked around in the humid sweetness of the blonde's mouth. She taunted and toyed with the uncertain tongue she found and flicked her tongue tip over the roof of her still unsure partner's mouth.

Outward, she withdrew her twisting oral probe, delighting as Ann responded and knowing that Ann's tongue was cautiously exploring the interior of another woman's mouth for the first time in her life. Regina's lips closed around the soft wetness that she welcomed and coyly sucked at it, as if it were some succulent morsel of pleasure offered for her desire and her desire only.

For minutes, they stood there, as Ann explored the unfamiliar, but exciting newness of another woman's mouth and tongue. Then the older woman's arms encircled her, pulling her against the yielding softness of her body. She responded, her own arms embracing the shapely feminine form that now pressed so tightly to her.

She trembled as the heavy mounds of Regina's breasts crushed into her own tits, flattening them against her chest. She whimpered in a piteous little voice as the older woman's hands drifted down her back and squeezed into the emphatic curves of her ass. She quivered as she felt a firm thigh press into her crotch and provocatively rub over the plump mound of her pubis. An action that set free a flood of juices within her body that until now had only been released by the diligent and careful manipulations of a man.

I'm being seduced ... seduced by a woman! The thought excited her. The reality was far more thrilling than her fantasies of the night before. This was something new; something completely unknown and fascinating!

Regina's hands were on the move again, this time slipping up Ann's sides and finding the willing bulges of her tits. Her fingers squeezed into the blouse-veiled mounds, massaging their youthful firmness. Then the woman's fingers moved again, fumbling with the buttons of a garment that hid the flesh she sought. One by one, Ann felt the small tugs of the cloth as each of the buttons slipped free of its hole.

Then her blouse was open! And Regina's hands were darting around her back, unclasping the two snaps of her bra with the same expertise she had used with the blouse.

Her hands abruptly glided around and cupped the twin cones of titflesh, squeezing her fingers into the pliant forms. She kneaded and worked the sister crests with a decided relish, igniting warm, tingling sensations that coursed through Ann's body.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" the young blonde moaned, pulling her mouth from Regina's. "I never ... ohhhmmmmm ... I never ..."

"You never knew it would be this good with another woman," she completed Ann's moan-broken sentence. "Never knew a woman could give you the pleasure that is supposedly reserved for a man."

"Yesssss," Ann's answer came as a sibilant hiss of want and desire, as the woman standing before her found the fleshy buds of her nipples and rolled them playfully between her fingers.

"There's much more I can give you; much more than a man can, or even knows how to give," she whispered, her mouth finding the blonde's ear and teasing its lobe with her tongue. "I'll show you. I'll give you the pleasure that only a woman can give another woman!"

"Ohhhhh! God!" she moaned in a deep-throated voice of lust, as the titillating fingers covering her breasts squeezed down tightly, unleashing a fresh wave of lust-laden sensations that sizzled through her body. "Yesss! Please! I want it!""

Regina grinned triumphantly, her hands reluctantly releasing the delightful holds they had on the blonde's fleshy cones, then quickly worked the younger woman's blouse and bra free. A few moments later, Ann's skirt and panties joined the rest of her clothes piled on the floor. She now stood naked, unashamed, enjoying the wanton gaze of the black-haired seductress who was so obviously pleased.

"Beautiful," Regina whispered, desire gleaming in her eyes as they slowly roved over the enticing nakedness of the young woman, lingering for a few seconds on the light brown fleece bushed over her pussy. Then she directed, "Lie down."

Complying, Ann quickly arranged herself on the floor, staring up as Regina hastily rid herself of the black blouse she wore. Next came her bra, one of those big, broad, white things, that hid rather than accentuated the beauty of the large, pillowlike tits that spilled exuberantly free of their confinement; breasts like heavy melons of flesh with dark brown nipples standing hard and aroused from their slightly uptilted crests.

Peeling down the loose fitting black pants, the dark-haired beauty wiggled from a pair of black mesh bikini panties and dropped them to the floor. She paused a moment, standing spread-legged above the blonde, giving her an unobstructed view of the thick, black bush covering her snatch. Smiling with pleasure, she dropped to her knees at Ann's side, her hands once more finding the firm cones of tit and her tongue invading the younger woman's mouth.

When at last they parted, Regina's head dropped to Ann's chest and tenderly kissed the smooth, warm valley separating the conical knolls of her breasts. The young woman groaned as she felt the eager mouth urgently drift up the creamy slope of one of her tits, stopping only when its lips possessed the coral-blushed bud perched enticingly at its peak.

Regina's tongue lashed out, flicking back and forth across the stiff button of excited flesh she had captured in her mouth. Her teeth nibbled gingerly at the erect nubbin. Then she sucked! She sucked, her cheeks hollowing deeply as she pulled hungrily at the firm little nipple. She sucked, enjoying the taste of womanflesh!

Ann's pleasure-tingling tits now ached as she reached full arousal. The sensations set loose in her body were fantastic! Nothing had ever been like this! That a woman was so artfully awakening these new sensations within her, only added to the high-pitched excitement that was mounting in her body.

Her back arched upward and her hands pushed at the back of Regina's neck. Obliging the blonde, Regina opened her mouth and accepted as much of the creamy, heated flesh as she could. Her mouth still sucked and her tongue still whipped its pleasure path over Ann's throbbing nipple.

With a wet "pop" she pulled her mouth free and dropped to the other peak, repeating her loving oral ministrations. Simultaneously, her hands kneaded and squeezed and rolled the delightfully firm cones. With seconds the whiteness of Ann's breasts had been transformed to a glowing pinkness of sexual desire.

Abruptly both Regina's mouth and hands abandoned her tits and the woman's mouth was once again covering hers. Ann now willingly accepted the swirling, twirling tongue that leapt around inside her mouth. She moaned as she writhed against the nakedness of womanflesh pressed atop her. She trembled as she felt the stiffness of feminine nipples stabbing at her breasts.

A cry of pleasure, mingled with surprise, was wrenched from her throat as the woman's hands suddenly shot between her spread thighs and grasped the throbbing knoll of her sex. Regina squeezed and roughly kneaded the wanton mound of Ann's pussy with the same sureness with which she had manipulated Ann's tits.

There were no doubts of her effects on the younger woman. A warm wetness welled from the mouth of the blonde's excited cunt. With ease, she wiggled her index finger into the hot hole of the waiting pussy, smiling smugly as the object of her attentions grunted with pleasure and her hips undulated up and down on the impaling digit.

Inside the velvet-textured walls of Ann's cunt was a raging flood of heated, sexual juices. The womanly flow of natural lubricants was all Regina needed!

Without hesitating, the black-haired temptress pulled away from Ann and scooted around, her head ducking between the younger woman's open thighs.

Ann's wanton groans rose as she felt the delicate tip of Regina's tongue flick out and tenderly tap at the moist lips of her labia. Her groans went up an octave or two as the woman busily licked up and down the cleft of her sex.

The sensations were unbelievable! Ann had never experienced anything like this! Even when men had gone down on her, it wasn't the same! Regina knew what another woman wanted! She knew how to give it and when to give it!

She licked and lapped at Ann's cunt as the younger woman abandoned herself to the lightning bolts of sizzling pleasure that seared through the open nerve endings of her body. In and out, her tongue lashed with vigorous relish.

Regina sucked at the pussy she so expertly ate, draining away the thick fluids that flooded Ann's cunt and swallowing them. Then her tongue lunged back into the woman's quim. Ann twisted and writhed as the probing tongue swirled over and around in the sensation-laden folds of her cuntal channel. Regina plunged deeply into the honey cleft of the woman's loins, trying to ream her way all the way to the blonde's cervix. The task was impossible, but Ann moaned and groaned with delight at the attempt.

Abruptly, Regina's tongue slithered free of the throbbing hole of the woman's pussy and darted upward to lick and lave at the extended length of clit she found.

The action was like a jolt of electricity to the woman beneath her. Ann jerked and writhed. She cried out, begging for more. Her hips pumped up and down, eagerly.

And more was just what she gave her. Easily, Regina slid two fingers into the tunnel left vacated by her tongue and continued the in-out pumping motion.

Ann's hips picked up the rhythm of the older woman's fingers. Her pelvis jerked up and down, aiding in the finger-fucking of her hot and hungry pussy.

Regina's head now bobbed up and down, to stay in touch with Ann's frantic, near desperate hunching. She licked and lapped at the bursting clit. Like an oral whip, she lashed her tongue across the pleasure-pounding button. Then her head dipped even lower and her lips closed around the bud of flesh and she sucked and nibbled at it.

Ann could endure no more!

The pounding, throbbing pleasure that filled her loins suddenly exploded. Her whole body was caught up in a tidal wave of ecstasy that broke around her. The trembling of her flesh became tremors, then finally full-fledged quakes. She cried out in pleasure, pulling the woman's mouth away from her cunt, before the ultimate of pleasures she had created was abruptly transformed into pain.

As if under a control of its own, her body thrashed wildly under the woman who had unleashed the torrents of sensation. Quake after quake of intense pleasure racked her overloaded body. Her cries rose with the intensity of her climax, filling the empty room.

Then she was floating slowly toward the earth and back into the reality she had been blasted from. Her eyes fluttered open and Regina was there, kneeling beside her. Smiling, she leaned over and pressed her mouth to Ann's once again, then casually rose and began to dress.

"Next time, there will be more," the black-haired seductress said. "Much more."

A shiver of excitement raced through Ann's still trembling body as she weakly rose. Next time! She quivered again, realizing what Regina already knew. There would be a next time!

FIVE

With a couple of quick swirls of her wrist, Regina's signature completed the week's paperwork needed to finalize the purchase of her new estate. She glanced up at Ann and smiled, then handed the papers over to her attorney.

"The new house is yours, Regina," he said, slipping the papers into his briefcase and standing. "You can start moving in tomorrow, if you like."

The black-haired woman nodded, then watched as the man walked from the room, leaving Ann and her alone, "Tomorrow I can say good-bye to this old place. I think that's reason to celebrate!"

"I think you could find a reason to celebrate any day of the week," Ann laughed, remembering the past week and the evenings she had spent with Regina. Regina had found something every night to celebrate; her decision to buy the estate, Ann's large commission and tonight the actual signing of the papers. All of these celebrations had eventually ended upstairs in Regina's bedroom, a fact that Ann had come to anticipate with eagerness.

"But tonight's special, don't you think?" she grinned as Ann laughed, nodding her head. "Good! Wait just a moment and I'll be back. I still haven't been able to find another butler."

Ann waited and watched as Regina left the room and returned shortly with an ice bucket filled with a bottle of champagne. In a matter of seconds, she had stripped away the foil covering the neck and expertly maneuvered the cork free so that there was only an outrushing of confined carbon dioxide, rather than a "pop." Carefully, she poured two glasses and handed one to Ann.

"To the new house," Ann toasted, raising her glass to Regina, who nodded and drained her glass. Ann did likewise.

"Do you think we could add a little spirit to our celebration by moving it elsewhere?" Ann asked as she held her glass to Regina for a refill

"Did you have any particular place in mind?" the black-haired woman asked, sipping from her own second glass.

"I was thinking that upstairs might be a nice place to start," Ann answered coyly.

"I like the way you think," Regina smiled, gulping down the remains of her drink.

It took them less than a minute to make it to Regina's bedroom and another minute to hastily strip off the confining layers of their clothing.

Unlike their first encounter in the vacant house a week ago, Ann was no longer hesitant about her relationship with the older woman. When Regina stepped before her, she reached out and seized the two overly ripe melons of her breasts and pulled the black-haired woman to her, driving her tongue between the redness of Regina's lips and teasing over her tongue.

For several silent minutes, they stood there reveling in the feel of female flesh on female flesh. Their hands caressed and fondled the smooth graceful curves of their bodies. Ann's exploring fingers eventually made their way down between the inviting spread of the other woman's legs. Regina responded, pressing her black fleece-covered snatch into the massaging palm, while her head tucked down and her mouth sucked in a tempting coral-blushed nipple.

Ann moaned softly as a womanly tongue lovingly laved its way over the flaccid tip of her breast Within a matter of seconds the sleeping nipple was transformed into a rubbery tip of warmly glowing flesh. Ann moaned again as the woman's mouth moved across her chest, sucking the sister nipple into sexual arousal.

Regina would have moaned, too, had her mouth not been stuffed with delectably smooth, firm tit. Instead her teeth lightly nipped at the nipple she possessed in an excited response, as the blonde easily slid into the waiting and ready hole of her cunt.

Twisting and swirling, the plunging digit danced around within her quim. She squeezed the trained muscles of her vagina, trying to suck it deeper into her body, as the woman's finger began to pump in and out of her pussy. Her hips swayed, circling the folds of cuntal tunnel around the entrenched finger, relishing its feel.

Put a finger-fucking wasn't what Ann had in mind, though her plans definitely were aimed at getting into Regina's cunt. Only she had decided that what a finger could do, a tongue could do ten times better.

"Ease back to the bed," she whispered into the other woman's ear. "I want to taste you!"

Regina needed no second suggestion. Pulling herself off the wiggling finger sunk into her pussy, she stepped over to the edge of the bed and sat there, her legs lewdly spread so that the wanton gash of her cunt was exposed to the other woman.

Ann moved with alacrity, kneeling on the floor before her companion. Her hands reached out and once more took possession of the woman's black-matted sex. Pressing down and outward, she spread the quivery outer lips of her labia, unveiling the moist pink lips leading to the channel of her vagina.

Regina trembled with anticipation. From her position on the edge of the bed, she was given an unobstructed view of the blonde's every action. Her eyes were glued to the honey-misted head as it moved forward, toward the opened mouth of her sex.

Pink and wet, Ann's tongue snaked out and lapped way up the spread cleft of pinkness, delighting in the slightly saline taste she found there. She had been hesitant about using her mouth on another woman that first time last Monday, when Regina had asked her to do so. Put that was last Monday and this was Saturday. A lot of water had passed under the bridge during the past week. And a lot of feminine juices had passed over the bridge of her mouth in that time. She no longer was reluctant to give her mouth to a woman. Now she did so freely, enjoying the spongy slipperiness of her tongue moving around within the folds of Regina's pussy and savoring the womanly flavor of her natural oils.

But most of all, she enjoyed what she was capable of giving to this black-haired woman who had introduced her to the ways of woman-to-woman sex. She delighted in returning the loving care Regina gave her and relished the sensations she ignited in the other woman's body. All of which Regina was only too happy to return.

However, at the moment, Regina was in no condition to do anything but moan and quiver with excitement. Ann's lips were tenderly sucking at the growing bud of her clit. Her tongue was licking its way around the pleasure button, working her into a fevered frenzy.

Reaching down, Regina's fingers weaved into the disarray of blonde hair and shoved the girl's face hard against her cunt, "Eat! Eat it! Oh, sweet God, eat it!"

Which is exactly what Ann was busy doing. Her inciting tongue plunged into the humid crevice of Regina's slit, licking around in the ocean of fluids she found within her vagina. She sucked loudly and swallowed, so that the woman seated above her could hear the smacking noises of her mouth.

Then her tongue reamed its way into the heated pocket of lust, lapping around the quivery folds of silken flesh. In and out, drilling to the limits of her oral probe, she tongue-fucked the dark-haired beauty above her. Faster and faster, she ate at the succulent pussy like a woman whose very life depended on her actions.

Simultaneously, she let an inquisitive fingertip find its way to the pleasure-laden nubbin her lips had so methodically prepared. She rolled the swollen clit, doubly administering electric currents of sheer desire through Regina.

The dual manipulation of finger and tongue was exquisite. Tremor after tremor racked through her body. The swirling nebula of pleasure that consumed her loins lashed out, burning white-hot through the opened nerves of her body. She came, groaning out the wanton fulfillment of her ever sexually hungry being.

Her world spun and cart wheeled as she fell back on the bed, quaking and trembling under the sudden rush of ecstasy. Somewhere at her side, she felt Ann climb onto the bed beside her. She reached out and clutched at her, pulling her close as she rode the tidal waves of sensations unleashed in her body.

Ann was there, kissing and caressing, giving her a taste of her own pussy juices and helping to ease her back down from the heights she had been skyrocketed into.

"God! That was good!" she smiled up into the face of the blonde when her eyes finally found the strength to open. "For a woman who was unsure of herself a week ago, you sure as hell learn fast!"

"I had a good teacher," Ann grinned, once more leaning over and thrusting her tongue into the other woman's mouth.

Their embrace was just the opportunity that Regina needed to slip her hand between the other woman's thighs and tickle a finger into the spongy channel of her cunt. The natural lubricants of Ann's body had made her cunt a veritable rain forest, hot and wet. Just the conditions Regina needed to try what she had planned for tonight.

"Now," Regina smiled, a devilish light sparkling in her eyes, "for being such a beautiful cunt-lapper, I've got a special surprise for you tonight!"

"Surprise? What is it?" Ann puzzled.

"Just wait here and I'll show you," the black-haired seductress smiled, giving Ann a quick kiss then slipping from the bed.

In less than a minute, Regina bounded back into the bedroom from a small bathroom attached to the larger room. A huge erect cock jutted from her groin.

"What is that?" Ann gasped, somewhat startled by the extra-large size of the dildo Regina wore strapped to her waist.

"One guaranteed, A-1 pussy pleaser," the older woman laughed. "Or at least that's what the package it came in proclaimed. Think you can handle it?"

"I don't know," Ann shook her head, unsure. "It looks so damned big!"

"Eight full delicious inches," Regina grinned as she stepped to the bed, the rubbery dildo swaying and jumping as she walked, doing its best to imitate the real thing.

"I don't know," Ann repeated, her eyes locked to Regina's waist. "I've never taken anything that size before."

"There's only one way to find out," Regina replied. "That's to try it. Resides, there's an old saying which goes ... they're all built to stretch!"

Try it is exactly what they did! Ann slid to the edge of the bed so that her ass was perched half on and half off the mattress, with her feet just touching the floor. She spread her legs wide and nodded to the other woman to proceed.

Taking a handful of the imitation prick, Regina stepped between the girl's opened legs and guided the big red head of the dildo into the downy golden fleece framing Ann's cunt. Her hips twitched a little and she sent about four inches of very stiff and very hard dildo up into Ann's belly.

"Ahhhhnnnggghhh!" the lithesome blonde grunted as the thick hose splayed her labia and shafted into her vagina.

It was bigger than any man's cock that had been in her before. But she could take it. And to prove the point, Regina bucked her hips forward once again, impaling her with the full eight inches. The package had been right, she found herself thinking. It was delicious and it was a pussy pleaser.

The giant artificial cock moved again, this time slithering from the depths it had penetrated. She could feel every movement it made within the rippled walls of her cunt. She was stretched and felt as tight as a thirteen-year-old virgin.

"Ohhhhh! It's good! I've never been so full in my life!" Ann moaned as the tremendous piston slowly began to pack her strained pussy. "Oh! Jesus! Fuck me, you lesbian bitch!"

"Tut, tut," Regina grinned as she slid the fat hose from the blonde's trembling cuntal lips. "Double-gaited, AC-DC, switch hitter, or whatever, but never a lesbian."

As if to emphasize her point, she slammed back into Ann's hungry slash, poling the full eight inches of pleasure into her yielding pocket of desire in one hard lunge. The blonde bucked and groaned, but once again proved that she was capable of taking all this imitation cock that Regina could give her.

"Yessss," her desire escaped in a long hiss from her lips. "That's the way! Give it to me hard and deep!"

Obliging, Regina jerked the dildo from the clutchy channel of her sex and rammed it back home. She almost expected to see a ripple on the girl's flat stomach, marking the trail of the huge artificial organ within her. But of course, there wasn't. There was just the completely devoured mock prick and the grateful moans of her companion.

Again and again, her hips jerked and slammed forward. Over and over Ann's body was invaded by the ponderous mass of the hose attached to the woman's waist. Her hips worked with the plowing rhythm, accepting each unmerciful lunge and begging for more.

Harder and deeper, Regina crammed the device into the wanton recesses of her cunt. She jackhammered into the blonde, drilling into her body with reckless abandon. She whipped her. She fucked her. She did her best to skewer the complete length of womanly curves laid out before her on the bed.

Higher and higher, Ann's body soared as she sucked and milked the fat, bulky length. She squeezed and writhed under her firm impalement. Then the pleasure channels of her body opened and an ocean of sensation flooded through her. Crying out in pleasure, her body quaked and shook as the blasts of climax threw her about in a sensuous hurricane.

When her eyes eventually fluttered open, Regina was beside her, tenderly caressing her trembling body. For long seconds all she could do was smile at the other woman in mute gratification.

"That really must have been something," Regina grinned down at her.

"It was! My God, it was fantastic!" Ann exclaimed. "I've never had anything like it before."

"Like to try it on for size?" the dark-headed woman suggested.

Ann's smile broadened to a wide grin, "Yes! I'd love to shove that thing up your cunt!"

"No." Regina corrected. "I want it in my ass."

It took less than two minutes for Ann to strap the cock device around her waist and for Regina to position herself on the bed. Then Ann was crawling up behind her and poling the thick length of dildo into the vulnerable channel of her ass. It was a job that she found more than interesting. She relished each long stroke she took into the dark hole of Regina's rear. She had never felt anything like this before. Never felt the full power of fucking another woman the way a man does.

SIX

A curt click sounded abruptly in the receiver, popping with unusual loudness in Lee's ear. Feeling like a total fool, the newspaper reporter slammed the phone down angrily.

"Damn!" he muttered aloud, his foolishness increasing by the second.

He should never have made that call, but he did and that was that, he told himself. But it wouldn't leave him. For two weeks now Ann had put him off with excuse after excuse. He admitted that at first they had all seemed reasonable. But now, he was damn sure he was getting one royal type brush-off.

He leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. It had all started three weeks or so ago when Ann had started showing that important client around. He tried to remember the woman's name, but all that came to him was her first name, Regina.

Forget it, Parker! This isn't the first time you've been dumped! God knows there's more than one chick in this town! he chided himself, attempting to get Ann off his mind.

Helen Vage, he mused, drawing a mental picture of the young, redheaded society columnist at the paper. He and Helen had had the beginning of a beautiful relationship a few months back, before he had met Ann. Yeah, Helen Vage, he rolled the name over in his mind; sexy, intelligent and one hell of a ball freak.

Grinning to himself, he reached for the phone once again and quickly dialed Helen's number.

***

Helen greeted him at the door to her apartment, wearing one of those overly long, colored sweatshirts bearing the emblem of her alma mater. The hemline of the shirt loosely drifted just above the midpoint of two smooth, well-shaped thighs. Lee suspected she wore nothing beneath the shirt, which barely concealed her crotch. She sure as hell wasn't wearing a bra. Two stiff buttons pressing prominently out from atop the firm bulges of her chest gave testimony to that.

"I told you this was a casual day for me," the perky little redhead smiled, detecting a more than interested Lee and his roving eyes. "After that phony get-together last night, I had to be myself today."

"Which isn't a bad person to be," he grinned, as he entered her apartment, which looked more like some "pad" of a college student rather than a ritzy apartment of a society columnist. But then, Helen looked more like a co-ed rather than a society columnist. The place fit her. "Bad night?"

"Nothing worse than usual," Helen pointed him to the couch, then trotted off toward her kitchen, returning with two beers. "Just the usual bullshit that accompanies this town's upper class."

Lee accepted the proffered beer and nearly gagged himself on the first sip. Helen had maneuvered herself next to him on the sofa. The movement had given him a brief glimpse of what was under the sweatshirt she wore-nothing! Nothing that is in the way of clothing. However, there was a soft looking muff of red hair bushed between those sleek thighs.

That impish glint had returned to her eyes, when he finally managed to swallow the beer and speak again, "What was the occasion?"

"A house party," Helen replied. "One of this town's most prominent citizens just bought herself a new home and invited everybody who's anybody to a house warming."

If Lee had been able to raise an eyebrow, it would have risen involuntarily. "Who was this high-society woman?" he asked.

"A rich, young, beautiful heiress by the name of Regina Anover," Helen replied. "Quite a character from all I've heard."

"A character? What's the line on her?" he tried to limit his interest to the level of casual conversation.

"I don't really know. She's always given me a rather cold shoulder," Helen said in between sips of her beer. "But from what I can pick up in the way of gossip, she's really something else. Draws men like a magnet. She also seems to be able to reverse her polarity. Has a definite taste for women ... that is, if what I hear is true."

Helen's pronouncement nearly floored him. Ann and another woman? He couldn't believe it. But his voice never quavered as he smiled at the fiery redhead to his side and said, "Sounds like a woman with a tremendous sexual appetite. Get her address, I might want to look her up one cold and lonely night."

"The old Ewenges estate," Helen broke off laughing, realizing that he was joking, which of course, he wasn't. He wanted that address, but not to find Regina Anover.

"Hey," Helen chided. "Did you come over here to discuss Regina Anover's sexual history? Or were you planning to add another chapter to mine?"

"Well," he grinned, depositing his beer on the coffee table and opening his arms to the warm bundle of womanflesh that climbed into them. I did have thoughts about coming over here and seducing this sexy society columnist, but if you're going to make it so hard ..."

She cut him short with a pair of well-placed lips and an overly active tongue that darted around in his mouth, taunting and teasing. She also managed to ease an exploratory hand to his crotch, raising his interest in record time.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, her lips brushing against his. "It certainly is hard, isn't it?"

"Mmmmm, hmmmm," he smiled, his mouth once more pressing to hers, to give her a lingering sample of his own artful tongue work.

"The bed or in here?" she asked when they eventually parted again.

"The bed," he answered, busying her with an exciting series of light nibbles on her ear lobe. "There's more room on the bed."

"But I just got around to making it up," she protested in a weak, aroused whisper.

"I'll help you remake it," he said, lifting her into his arms. "Later."

"Agreed," she answered, planting her mouth to his as he maneuvered her into the bedroom and placed her atop the bed.

As his fingers attacked the buttons to his own clothes, he watched the sexy bundle of red-haired woman shimmy out of the single piece of clothing she wore and toss it onto the floor, then seductively roll to her back and smile at him.

To say his cock was hard when it finally flipped out from the confinement of his pants would have been an understatement. It had been two weeks since he had had a woman. His prick was a solid pole of engorged flesh that jutted from his loins like a hungry spike. The enticing woman stretched out on the bed before him did little to lessen the aching thickness of his erection. Helen was the type of girl who left a man with the strong urge to ball her, even when she was fully clothed. And at the moment, she was in a completely natural state-naked-radiating a sexual aura that was broadcasting at full power.

The sleek-domed bulges of her tits shimmered beautifully as he slid atop the bed beside her. Each of the deep red buds perched dead center atop each of the lovely knolls pressed with yearning stiffness into his chest, as he pulled her to him once again. She came, ready and willing. Her supple legs entwined around one of his thighs so that the full length of his throbbing prick was wedged against the sleek, satin-covered flesh of her thigh.

As their tongues were doing all sort of pleasing gymnastics within their eager mouths, she undulated her pelvis so that his trapped shaft of manhood was rolled over her thigh. An action that only increased the raging need that consumed his groin.

His own hands were busily paying more than diligent attention to the fleshy forms of her breasts. Cupping the summery circumferences, he slowly let his palms drift around the bulgy mounds. Then his fingers squeezed, molding into the pliant flesh. She groaned around a mouthful of flicking tongue he fed her. Her back arched to him, pressing her twin peaks of titflesh into his hands. Harder, his fingers kneaded into the sexually warm globes, squeezing and pulling at the desirous forms.

Her groans grew as his fingertips slowly inched their way toward the peaks of her tits. She wrenched her mouth from his and sighed in a high-pitched whimper of arousal as his fingers eventually found her nipples and tapped the stiff, rubbery buds.

Around and around the erect buttons of pleasure his fingers glided, setting off thrills of tingling excitement that shot through her body on a direct fine to her gyrating loins. He playfully tweaked the sister tit tips and scissored their aching forms between his fingers. She groaned and shivered with increasing passion, grinding her thigh into his hard length of cock.

And when he had played and toyed with her breasts to his contentment and hers, he released one of the quivering mounds of flesh and slid an eager hand down between their tightly pressed bodies. His palm worked between her thighs and squeezed wantonly around the fleecy, soft mound he found there.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned, her head rolling back on her shoulders, setting the fiery red strands of her hair flying in a delightful disarray of desire. "There's no need checking. There must be a damned river of wetness inside me. I've been that way ever since you called. I don't need a little teasing finger up there. I need that big cock between your legs!"

With that, her own hand sandwiched down between their bodies and wiggled to his loins, grasping the unbending pole of his sex. Her fingers squeezed down, roughly jacking at him. It was his turned to moan! Two weeks without a woman and the desire and lust that had built in his body had him burning like a firebrand. It wouldn't take more than a few additional strokes of her demanding hand and he'd come. Something that neither of them wanted at this moment.

She tugged at the meaty rod her fingers possessed and rolled to her back. Her thighs opened wide, exposing the red bush of her cunt. Needing no further urgings, he followed, sliding atop the trembling bed of sheer sexuality she presented for him.

She was right! She was wet and hot and ready for his prick!

He shot into the quivering mouth of her belly like a ship gliding into its home berth. The muscles of his body tensed with excitement. The sensations washing around and through his shaft were fantastic. His hips shivered and threatened to suddenly start pumping into the welcoming haven they had found. He fought the overwhelming urges, gaining control over his demanding body once again. Two weeks was a long time! And the clinging, spongy tightness of her anxious cunt, despite her abundant flow of vaginal juices, had a satisfaction all its own. A satisfaction that he wanted to soak up and bath in for as long as he could endure to remain motionless.

"That's it," the woman beneath him moaned, her lithe body writhing in wiggly, provocative movements that sent the head of his pussy-entrenched prick banging around within its sheath of sexual delight "Damn! I've missed the feel of you in me! It feels so good to have that thick cock of yours plugged deep into my cunt!"

He felt like he should have had some appropriate comment for such an ego-boosting remark. But he didn't. Her very words blasted through him, sizzling to his groin. Instead of talking, his hips jerked back, then pounded down, spearing him once more into the liquid warmth of her caressing cunt. A sibilant moan of deep satisfaction hissed from between her pleasure twisted lips.

She approved of the language he was now using!

"Yessss," she groaned under his impact, swishing her hips under him. "Fuck me! Make me die long and hard!"

Again lust tightened every muscle in his body, urging him to fire his cock in and out of her ready and willing body in a barrage of unabandoned recklessness. But he suppressed the flood of keen desire and slowly slid from the wet, enveloping folds of her vagina, then slithered laviciously back into her. Despite the lengthy two weeks without a woman and his fully aroused biological needs and an overloaded seminal reserve, he wanted to extend this marvelous ride for as long as possible.

There were no objections on her part. Her lubricious cuntal lips squeezed tightly down around each aching inch of the throbbing cockshaft he had fed into her body. Her vaginal muscles rippled around the fatness of his circumference, which packed her to the brim. Her pussy caressed him in loving acceptance. Her lust-laden eyes pushed open, glinting with the telltale sparkle of a woman who is being fucked and loves every minute of it.

"Good!" she sighed. "So damn good! Beautiful!"

Her hands slid down along the taut-rippled muscles of his back and cupped around the tense cheeks of his ass. With excited determination, her fingers kneaded into his buttocks.

His pelvis slowly increased the stroking tempo they kept. He now glided in and out of her belly in long, smooth, shafting motions. She reacted. Her hips arched up to meet each pussy-pleasing plunge of his cock. She squeezed down around the thickness of his prick, then relaxed and dropped back to the bed under her as he withdrew the deeply probing joy rod.

"Deeper," her lips writhed out her desire. "I want it crammed up into my womb!"

Doing his damnest to comply with her every wish, his hips wrenched back and lunged forward. Their pelvises met in a fleshy wallop of flesh. His balls, dangling down from behind the shaft, embedded in the voracious socket of her cunt, slapped at the rounded curves of her asscheeks. Again and again, he poled into her, striving to slam his glans into her cervix. But at this angle of entry, he had reached his maximum penetration of her quim.

"Raise your knees," he whispered.

She followed his directions.

His hips lashed down and he drove into unexplored reaches of heat and tightness. She groaned out her pleasure as she accepted him into her depths, relishing the fleshy piston that sluiced in and out of her pussy. Her body quaked and trembled with each writhing shaft of his cock.

The change of position changed the feel of her cunt. Tighter, if that were possible, her vaginal walls clutched at him. Every inch of his prick was alive with the magnificent grasp of her pussy. Heated pleasure seared through his length. He moaned, jerking himself in and out of the pocket of lust between her thighs.

This was deep, but he wanted deeper.

Suddenly, he reached down with both his arms, slipping his hands beneath her knees. He inched her legs higher into the air. His cock plummeted deeper and deeper into the welcoming fold of her fiery core.

"Aaarrggghhhh!" she moaned, thrashing around under his full, pressing weight, which now pinned her to the bed. "Yessss! Oh, God yes! That's it! Harder! Give it to me harder!"

Shoving her legs even higher, he obliged her need. Like a torpedo homing in on its victim, he sliced into her open body. His hips wrenched up and down, shafting in and out of the hungry cunt that ate at and swallowed every inch of his prick.

Like taloned claws, her fingernails raked into the tense cheeks of his ass as she pulled at him, trying to drive the pulsating rod of his sex even deeper into the greedy gap of her pussy. She grunted now, her breath driven from her lungs under the pounding impact of his body.

Stepping up his pace one last time, he ravaged into the volcanic heat of her depths. Her hips bucked as best they could in the awkward confinement of the position he held her. With each driving lunge of his cock, he strived to split her open. But she took each powerful grinding plunge he served up.

Higher and higher her panting groans rose. Her body went rigid and uncontrollable tremors blasted up from the exploding depths of her cunt. She came, whimpering out the deep fulfillment that lashed wonderfully through her body.

His own release followed on the quivering heels of her climax!

As the contracting folds of her pussy squeezed and milked him, his testicles gave up the two weeks of lust they contained. Plowing himself into the opened depths of her belly, he groaned as the flood of hot, seething come forced its way up from his balls and spewed into the welcoming channel that sheathed him.

His body jerked spasmodically as rush after rush of hot sexual cream broke free of its confines and raced toward release through his cock. Gratefully, he clung to her trembling body as he emptied the pent-up desire that consumed his loins.

They held each other, neither wishing to break the fantastic feel of their bodies so wonderfully joined together. Still locked prick to cunt, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his side.

With her head nestled in his shoulder, he held her, soaking up the luxurious "feel of skin on skin, savoring the pleasure-laden flesh tremors that quaked through her body.

Before the pleasure-glowing warmth of his own body could fade and before the stiffness of his cock had diminished, the sex-loving redhead in his arms had drifted off into a peaceful, satisfied sleep. The gentle flow of her breathing trickled down across his chest, soothing the last quivers of his body.

Smiling down at the delicious bundle of woman he held, he kissed her lightly on the cheek and carefully disentangled himself from her arms and legs. Slipping from the bed, he walked to her dresser and hastily scrawled out an excuse for his abrupt exit, saying he would return later that evening.

Then he quickly pulled on his clothes. With one last grateful kiss on the sleeping woman's face, he walked from the apartment, intent on finding Regina Anover.

SEVEN

"No sir," the man at the door repeated for the second time.

"Are you sure?" Lee continued.

"I am sure. Miss Anover isn't at home and I don't know when to expect her this evening," he snapped, obviously irritated by Lee's persistence. "Would you care to leave a message? I'll see that Miss Anover gets it."

"No," Lee shook his head. "I'll try to catch her when she's in sometime tomorrow."

Turning his back on the butler, Lee started back to his car. Behind him the door to Regina Anover's home slammed shut with curt finality.

So much for that, he shrugged to himself as he opened the door to his car and slid behind the wheel. The engine started with one turn of the key and he shifted into low, slowly letting out on the clutch.

It had been a stupid idea to begin with. Especially when it meant leaving a sexy chick like Helen alone in bed, to go running off on a wild-goose chase. But after what the society columnist had told him about Miss Regina Anover, he couldn't seem to just let things rest.

It's your damned male ego, you stupid bastard! He cursed himself, feeling a little more than foolish at having driven out here to begin with. You just can't accept the fact that a chick you really dig prefers another woman to you!

His male ego, as well as his anger, flared again as his eyes happened to shift from the driveway to a three-car garage to one side of the house. A total of three cars filled its stalls. And behind them stood a red Volkswagen. Ann's red Volkswagen!

"That sonofabitch!" he muttered out loud, suppressing the urge to slam on his brakes and go running back to the house to once more confront the butler.

But he had tried the direct approach already. It had failed miserably. Now he'd take the indirect route!

Continuing around the circular driveway, he edged his car out of the estate and pulled a block away from its entrance. Pulling over to the shoulder of the road, he switched off his headlights and killed the engine. Glancing around the area, just in case some overly conscientious cop had parked nearby to set up a speed trap, he opened the door and ran back through the gates leading to the Anover home. There was no need for taking chances. After all, what he was planning was breaking and entering.

Keeping to the dark shadows of the towering oaks which grew like a miniature forest around the house, he inched his way to the garage and the Volkswagen. It was Ann's car, there was no doubt in his mind.

Glancing around once again to make sure he had gone undetected, he stepped in the garage itself. To one side of the dark shelter was a door leading into the house. He tried the knob. It was frozen solid-locked. After a few vain twists of his wrist, he gave up and slipped back outside the garage again.

Working his way around to the back of the house, somehow managing to keep himself out of the entangling thorns of the overly large rose bushes, he located two French doors that opened onto a broad stone patio. They were also unlocked, providing his entrance into the house.

Miss Anover should be more careful, he chuckled to himself, as he allowed his eyes to accustom themselves to the darkness of the room he had entered. This is an open invitation to burglars.

As best he could tell in the dimness, he had entered some type of office or study. Carefully picking his footing and moving as silently as he could, he started toward a door which would give him access to the rest of the house. He had covered half the distance across the room when the door abruptly swung open and the ceiling lights glared on overhead.

Standing in the doorway was the familiar form of the butler that had greeted him on his first aborted attempt at entering the house. This time the man was far less cordial in his reception of the reporter. In his hand was a snub-nosed .38 revolver, the wrong end of which was pointing directly at Lee's head.

"Mr. Parker, if I were you, I'd freeze," the butler snapped. "I haven't had much experience with fire arms and if you should decide to sneeze or something equally foolish, this thing just might go off."

Lee did the only thing he could.

He froze.

The butler grinned, obviously enjoying the position in which he held the other man. His eyes trained on Lee, he reached beside him to an intercom placed within the wall. His fingers found a switch and flipped it. A crackling hiss came from the single speaker.

"Miss Anover," the butler said firmly, "that gentleman, Mr. Parker, has returned. This time he has broken into your study. Shall I call the police?"

There was a moment of silence followed by more crackling static from the speaker, then a woman's voice answered, "No, Robert. Please keep Mr. Parker occupied. I'll be down in a moment."

Nervously, with a barrel of the .38 staring coldly at him, Lee did all that he could do. He waited until a black-haired woman appeared behind the butler.

"That will be all, Robert," she said, glancing briefly at the intruder, then toning to her butler. "I can handle Mr. Parker."

The man hesitated a moment, looking once more at Lee, then lowered the revolver and walked from the room without questioning his orders.

Lee was left with an unobstructed view of the man's employer. Helen's description of Regina Anover didn't do the woman justice. She wasn't beautiful. She was beautiful! The type of woman a man would elect to spend his time with on a deserted island.

"What is it I can do for you?" she said rather curtly as she stepped into the room, wearing only a red velvet robe, with a deeply dipped opened neckline that exposed the tight pressed valley between two riper looking bulges of tit. "Mr. Parker, Lee, I believe it is."

"I want to see Ann Hedges," he said simply, feeling rather foolish and awkward at having allowed himself to ever get in this position.

"But of course, I should have known," she said, her coal-black eyes glared at him with unrestrained contempt and her voice was steeped in sarcasm. "I should have realized that you weren't the type of man to just give up when you've lost. Ann has told me how persistent you've been these last few weeks.

"You know this whole display is rather childish," she said, smiling at him with the look of a woman who knew she had the upper hand. A look that told Lee everything he had come to this home to find out. Ann and this woman who stood before him were lovers. "I think you should reconsider your request Mr. Parker."

"No, I would like to see Ann," Lee shook his head, regretting his stubbornness the moment he answered her.

"Oh, well," the raven-haired beauty sighed, her smile lengthening to a broad grin of amusement. "This should be most interesting. Come this way, Mr. Parker and I'll take you to your Ann."

Nodding, Lee did as she had directed and followed the woman to a stairway at the center of the house. Upstairs, she moved down a long hall, stopping before a white door and turning once again to Lee.

"This is my bedroom, Mr. Parker. Ann is inside," she said smugly, confident of the sexual attraction she held over the blonde girl he had come to find. "It's still not too late to change your mind. Not many men actually want to find their lovers in the bed of another woman."

Again Lee stubbornly shook his head. He was answered by the abrupt opening of the door. Regina stepped inside and he followed.

"Lee!" Ann gasped, startled by the man who had intruded into the privacy of the bedroom.

His eyes fastened on the shapely blonde, who was huddled on the bed. Her hands clutched at the whiteness of the sheets she drew around her.

Regina smiled at him, then suddenly reached out and jerked away the sheet that covered the woman. Ann was completely naked beneath the covering!

"Here's your Ann, Mr. Parker," Regina gloated, an air of superiority radiating from her over the man. "She's mine now!"

Unable to speak, Lee just stood there, his eyes locked on the sleek nakedness of the woman he had once thought was his; the honey-haired blonde who had left his bed for that of another woman. Even before he had come here, he had known this was the way things had developed. The foreknowledge of the situation didn't help him. He still couldn't believe it.

Ann's blue eyes shifted away from Lee's perplexed gaze, drifting to the bed for a moment, then darting angrily up to Regina, as if unable to comprehend why the woman had brought this man into the privacy of their bedroom to see her. The older woman smiled gently, reassuring her that everything was as it should be.

A hissing rustle of fabric drew Lee's attention away from the quivering pinkness of the naked woman on the bed. He once again turned to the black-haired bitch who had led him into this bedroom.

Regina had discarded her robe and now stood completely naked for his eyes. Unashamed of her nudity, she smiled at him, smug and confident of her position.

Despite the profusion of confusing emotions that coursed through him, Lee felt his body responding to the seductive, womanly view she presented. Almost coyly, she posed for him, allowing his eyes to travel over the unveiled attributes of her body.

Firm and proud, her breasts billowed on her chest like two ripe, creamy white melons. Broad aureoles, almost shining in their stretched tautness, darkly circled the deep brown of her thick, rubbery nipples.

Following the graceful, flowing curves of her nakedness, his eyes roved over the supple plane of her belly, probing momentarily into the deep, sinuous well of her navel.

Her legs were shapely, with smooth, rounded calves that arched upward toward the sleek firmness of her thighs. Two beautifully contoured legs directed his vision upward to the thick moss of black pubic fleece covering the prominent bulge of her sexual mound in a neat triangle.

His jockey shorts were growing smaller by the second, stretching tightly over the thickening hose of his growing prick. Regina's eyes dropped to his crotch for a moment, lingering there. When her gaze returned to his eyes, a smugly pleased smile danced on the corner of her wide, full-lipped mouth. Her nakedness was taking its effects on him, a fact which set her eyes to gleaming wickedly.

"Since you apparently have no pressing appointments, Mr. Parker," the naked temptress said, her voice echoing the full mocking contempt of her smile, "you are welcome to stay. However, Ann and I were quite involved before you so rudely interrupted us. And we must take care of our pressing business, if you don't mind."

The bitch! he seethed as he watched the woman step to the bed and slide beside the blonde. He comprehended the whole purpose of this visit to Regina's bedroom, as he watched the two women embrace, their mouths opening to each other and their tongues darting and probing within the sweetness of their mouths.

This whole scene is for my benefit! he growled to himself. She wants to degrade and humiliate me! This black-haired bitch is out to prove that she's as much a man as I am!

Which were the exact thoughts that were playing in Regina's mind as her hands crept from Ann's trembling flat stomach and cupped under the firm cone of her pink tits. With definite relish, her long, slim fingers squeezed into the resilient mounds she possessed, feeling the sexual warmth that suffused through their youthful forms.

This is what your woman left you for, her expertly manipulating fingertips seemed to mock him. This is why a woman needs another woman, her palms whispered as they circled in soothing motion around the perfectly rounded cones.

Her fingers edged up the sister knolls and captured the coral bud of Ann's nipples, tenderly working them until they stood stiff and hard, tingling with aroused excitement.

Knowing that the eyes of a man followed her every movement only added to Regina's own excitement. The moist lubricating juices of her arousal flowed wetly within the harbor of her belly. This was like the game she played with Philip and Mina. She reveled in the power of her sexual prowess and the effect it had over this young blonde who trembled and quivered with her touch, this woman she had stolen from the man who stared at them in disbelief.

He's no different than the rest of them, she thought as her contempt swelled for the man behind them. He's disgusted. But he can't take his eyes from us! A damn hypocrite! He's as turned on as we are!

Disgusted was exactly the way Lee felt. But not because he was watching two women, two damn sexy women, make love. Like most men, the thought of two women in each other's arms exploring their bodies had always excited him. And other than in stag movies, he had never seen the interplay of two women. Standing there as he was doing, watching the real thing, had his balls swelling with want and need. They ached within the tightly drawn security of their sac. And his cock was throbbing like a ticking bomb about to explode.

Not even the fact that one of the women was a girl who had once shared his bed seemed to bother him. Ann was obviously excited and willing for Regina's attentions and it was obviously effecting him!

However, he was disgusted with himself. Disgusted because he couldn't leave.

He knew what the black-haired seductress, whose hands were eagerly kneading the breasts of the woman she had stolen from him, was doing, but still he couldn't leave. She was using the young blonde for a demonstration of her sexual powers. Gloating as she showed him that she held a greater sexual attraction for Ann than he did. Mocking him with the fact that she could provide the wants and needs that Ann yearned for.

The tenderly caressing movements of Regina's hands held a masochistic fascination for him. It ripped and tore at his guts. But he couldn't divert his eyes. And he couldn't leave!

And then there was the raven-haired bitch herself. The woman whom Helen had described as a magnet for men! He was now caught in the pull of that magnet. His sexual attraction for Regina was unbelievable. His cock ached and pulsed for the chance to ram home in that darkly bushed mound of her cunt. Yet at the same time, he would have been just as satisfied to slam his fist into the haughty beauty of her face.

Unable to sort out and place any meaning to the emotions and sensations confusing his mind and body, he could do nothing, except stand there and watch as Regina's luscious lips inched their taunting path down the soft sloping arch of Ann's neck.

Kissing and teasing with the tip of her flicking tongue, the older woman's mouth worked its way along the voluptuous, conical outcropping of titflesh. Jutting out proud and firm from the blonde's chest, the twin peaks of pleasure quivered with anticipation. Regina's fingertips sensed the excitement rising in her partner as she moved closer and closer to the ultimate goal of her oral quest.

A half moan, half sigh escaped in a long hiss from the younger woman's lips as the flicking wetness of a toying tongue tapped at the stiff, up-tilted nipple topping her tit. The sensations were nothing new to her woman-hungry body now. Not to a body that had been plugged, licked, sucked and caressed by the most sensual woman she had ever met. But the lack of novelty did nothing to impair the exquisite feel, or hinder the tingling warmth that glowed within her breasts.

She pushed her chest forward, burying the black-haired woman's face in the resilient cushion of her flesh. She groaned with quaking pleasure as the edacious mouth attached to her aching nipple, opened to its limits and accepted the ponderous mass of pinkly blushed breast she shoved forward. Her hands lovingly cradled the womanly face, that so willingly sucked at her desire-laden tit.

Regina's mouth moved upward, releasing its fleshy mooring atop the lust-inflamed breast. She then dropped to the emphatic crest of the opposite pinnacle. Her tongue, teeth and lips, voraciously repeated their delight ministrations, kindling hot flickers of lust within the blonde. Working with an equal vigor, her hands squeezed and kneaded into the firm mounds.

Ann's head rolled wildly on her shoulders as she once more drew her chest upward and shoved into the woman's face, smothering her sucking mouth in wanton titflesh. Her lips writhed in lewd hunger as the fervently sucking lips released a prodigious wave of arousing shivers that raced on a direct line toward her willing loins.

A path that one of Regina's roving hands was following was formed. Relinquishing the charming handle of Ann's breast, the errant hand slid with delicious languor down over the quivering flatness of the blonde's stomach, pausing momentarily to taunt around the sensual depression of her navel. Downward she moved again, her fingers altering their seductive path just before reaching the golden moss of the girl's pubis.

Instead of roughly grabbing the charming knoll of the blonde's sexual mound, the black-tressed "sireen" drifted her palm to the girl's thigh. In soothing strokes, she caressed the satin-textured flesh, then glided downward to the smoothness of her inner thigh. Her fingertips swirled and teased over the sleek, vulnerable softness.

The titillating anticipation rose to a fevered pitch within the blonde as she groaned zealously. Higher and higher the alluring touch of the other woman's fingers crept up her open thighs. Closer and closer her hands slid toward the quivering mound of her cunt.

But Regina's tempting fingers once again changed course in an abrupt motion that made the younger woman wince with teasing disappointment. Her hand now drifted above the aroused mouth of Ann's pussy, tickling the fleece bushed there. Then her fingers darted to the opposite thigh, alighting there. She worked the blonde's desire that way. Taunting and teasing, her fingers and palm offered, but never gave. She waved her fingertips around and through the soft yellow silken strands of her pubic mat, but refused to actually trace along the moist, pink slit leading to her waiting cunt.

Still unable to force himself to leave this unbelievable display of woman-on-woman sex, Lee watched, fighting to keep his hand away from the pounding rod that filled his pants. The effects of Regina's tauntings were quite visible to him. Ann's cunt trembled and quivered as the graceful feminine fingers danced cajolingly around its pouting mouth. The plump lips of her outer labia were slightly opened now in their need, flowering outward to expose the glistening pinkness held within. The girl's hips rolled and twisted anxiously, attempting to capture one of the teasing digits. But, the other woman's expert hand kept her fingertips just beyond the reach of the greedy mouth.

Lee's cock nearly blew the steaming load he carried right into his pants as he watched what came next!

Regina's lips once more abandoned the mouthful of luscious titflesh she ate. Her long, wet, pink tongue furled from her mouth and circled around the aching bud of sensation she had created in Ann's nipple. Then downward, in wide circular swaths, she traced over the jutting cone of flesh, until her lips pressed warmly into the inviting valley separating the girl's breasts.

For moments she rested there, kissing and sucking. Then her engrossing tongue resumed its pleasing dance. Downward, following the path her hand had previously taken, the moistly glistening snake of her tongue licked and swirled, probing and tickling into the blonde's navel.

Ann's body quaked and trembled as she felt the warm streams of the older woman's breath that heralded her intentions. Soothing and exciting at the same time, the heated flow of air trickled through her pubic fleece and tickled down the pouted cleft of her aroused loins.

Then her breath was joined by the woman's tongue!

Following the exact movement of her fingers, the black-headed seductress laved over the quivering mound of pleasure between the girl's spread thighs. She teased and tempted, driving the woman into a fever of consuming desire. The willing tip of her tongue mingled through the furry muff of golden fur, circling and licking, but never entering the needy looking gap of Ann's pussy.

However, her exploring fingers had found entrance into the blonde's lust-heated body. At least one of Regina's fingers had!

Continuing downward on the trembling cunt it had set afire with raging want, her hand had slid between the woman's thighs and ducked beneath the rounded curvature of the blonde's ass. She ran an inquisitive finger into the deep crease separating the two half-moons of the younger woman's buttocks and found the puckered ring of muscle surrounding the entrance to the girl's unsuspecting rectum.

She teased and toyed at the taut asshole, then drove into the tender cincture of the other woman's anus.

The results were explosive!

The blonde's body jerked and thrashed atop the unexpected impalement of her rear channel. Incoherent whimpers of delight were wrenched from the depths of her throat. Her hips jerked upward again and again, falling back to the bed each time, only to drill the skewering digit deeper into the tight confines of her bowels.

Which was the exact moment Regina chose to complete the tongue to cunt contact.

Her tongue swirled down and slicked into the spread lips of the blonde's open gash.

Again Ann's body was racked by an explosion of overwhelming sensations. Front and back, the woman between her thighs had invaded her body, occupying the two entrances of her lust and igniting a raging flame of desire.

In long, licking motions, Regina's oral digit lapped up and down the pink slash of sex. With unabandoned relish, she exchanged the girl's feminine juices for her own saliva. Smooth and soft and warm, her tongue laved around in the sap-oozing slit, inciting series after series of fantastic thrills within the girl she ate eagerly.

Like a long, pink snake seeking the shelter of its cavern, her tongue wiggled its way into the blonde. She slithered into the ocean of nectar filling the throbbing well of the younger woman's vagina. Lasciviously she rolled her oral digit, swirling over the velvet-lined walls of the girl's cunt.

The sensations were marvelous. Ann was doubly spitted. Like an animal of sheer sexuality, she accepted the plunging digit that speared in and out of her asshole and greedily welcomed the exploring tongue that now gyrated around in the wetness of her pussy. If the woman eating at her crotch had offered something for her mouth, the only unoccupied orifice of her body, she would have willingly taken it. But Regina didn't, so she satisfied herself with the wonderful workings of the dark-haired woman's tongue and finger.

Finally giving up her last remaining hold on Ann's breast, Regina slid her other hand down the quivering mound beset by her mouth. Running her fingers to the top of the moist slit of sex, she delved between the trembling lips and located the blonde's clit. Taunting it fully out from behind its hood of skin, she tenderly rolled and scissored the sensitive bud between her fingertips.

Ann groaned. The triple manipulation her body was now receiving had her on a nonstop ride toward the sweetness of sexual oblivion. Shattering jolts of electric lust screamed their pleasure through every cell of her receptive body. Her hips hunched upward, encompassing the older woman's greedy face in the wet lips of her pussy. Then she fell back, impaling herself on the shafting finger entrenched in her fiery ass.

Realizing the growing desperation of the younger woman, Regina's finger quickened in its fervid tempo. Plunging to the limits of her third knuckle, she rammed into the squeezing channel of the girl's rectum.

With equal earnestness, her tongue speared in and out of the delectable, youthful cunt. She licked and lapped, drinking up the juicy fluids that flowed into her mouth.

To top off the triple stimulation, her other hand fondled and toyed with the blazing bud of the blonde's clit. Ann's body was overloaded. A volcano of lust was expanding in her ass. Its fire lashed out in tendrils of desire. The throbbing ache that blazed atop the entrance of her cunt rippled forth, joining the pulsating pleasure that seethed within her thighs. Together they raced outward, uniting with the sensations coursing from her burning ass.

The union of the triple sensations swirled and blasted out.

She came!

Her high-pitched scream of unabandoned pleasure echoed within the bedroom. She thrashed and writhed as the unleashed lust took control of her body and hurled her to the heights of orgasmic release.

Slipping her taunting fingertips from the girl's clit, Regina's tongue continued its loving caresses, slithering in and out of the contracting tunnel of sex that sheathed and clung to it. She sucked away the abundant flow of cuntal fluids and swallowed them. Her finger, grasped in the viselike grip of Ann's ass, could do nothing until the blonde's body relaxed enough for her to withdraw it from the heated depths.

Still standing by the bed, Lee watched the women. His prick strained at the confining fabric of his pants, attempting to escape. The thought of reaching down and pulling his tool out and then burying it in any of the open feminine sockets laid out on the bed, flashed through his mind, but he let it pass.

Despite his bulging need, the two women were oblivious to him. They were lost in the pleasure world of their own bodies. A world that had no room for a man!

Regina's mocking taunt of what now seemed to be hours ago had been correct. Ann was no longer his. She belonged to the black-haired temptress who was so busily licking and eating at her pussy. His girl had been stolen from him by another woman; a woman whose sexual capabilities were more than obvious to him. Neither of them had any need for the manly length of throbbing cock he sported.

This whole scene had been staged for just that purpose, to demonstrate the fact that Ann no longer needed a man. A display of passionate woman-to-woman sex planned by Regina to humiliate him. He v had known all this and yet he had remained. He had played right into the woman's hands. But even now, he admitted to himself, if he had to do it over again, he would! The activities he had just witnessed were more than any man could pass up.

As he stood there, still watching the climactic tremblings of Ann's naked body, he saw Regina's head rise from the feast of womanly flesh she had dined on. Her head turned slowly toward Lee. Her mouth glistened with the wetness of Ann's cunt. Her coal-black eyes gleamed with the incandescent glint of contempt for him. A wicked smile of gloating supremacy twisted the beauty of her red lips.

EIGHT

Bitch! he cursed mentally, as his eyes returned the cold, penetrating glare of Regina's black eyes. He shared every ounce of contempt she held for him. At that moment, he hated the black-haired seductress more than he had hated anyone in his life.

Yet, he realized that the pounding hardness of his cock gave testimony to the fact that he was drawn to the woman with a force that was just as unexplainable as his inability to leave the room.

It was that straining bulge that drew the woman's attention. Her eyes drifted from his face to the thick length that swelled at his crotch. When her eyes rose from his groin, a wide smile had grown on her sensual lips. An expression that seemed to broadcast, Alright, bastard, now you're going to get yours!

She held his gaze with those hypnotic eyes of hers, as she slowly slid from the bed and stood, allowing him another lingering view of the emphatic flares of her womanly body. His cock lurched against the fabric trapping it within his pants.

She smiled again and stepped toward him. The rounded curves of her hips swayed suggestively from side to side. The opulently large globes of her overabundant breasts jiggled on her chest in a bouncy little dance that set the dark hippies to tracing invisible circles in the air.

A cat! The feline image flashed in his mind as he watched her edge closer to him, a coy, knowing smile raising the corners of her mouth. A she-panther in heat!

She crossed toward him in a gliding movement of animated flesh and paused before him. The stiff-topped mushrooms of her erect nipples swayed but a fraction of an inch from his heaving chest, as if offering themselves up to his hands. Her mouth parted and the pinkly glistening tip of her tongue played over the sensual fullness of her lips, slickening the red forms until they glistened. The light in her eyes gleamed, as if challenging him.

The bitch! He clenched his fists to his sides. She knows! The blatant bitch is teasing me! She knows my balls are about to break!

But teasing was the last thing she had in mind. She was playing her game again. Just as with Philip, she knew there was no way this man could resist her. She had shown him that she could give the woman on the bed all the pleasures that he could. Now she was going to demonstrate that all the tearing agony in his gut was for nothing!

She was going to prove to him that Ann wasn't worth all that suffering. Show him that there were far better women around. Women that could give him all the pleasures a woman was capable of giving and willing to give. Women that knew the full capabilities of their bodies and how to use them.

The glistening tip of her tongue slicked over her lips one more time, as if to tell him what was about to happen. Then, in one graceful flowing motion, she dropped to her knees before him. Her head tilted up and a broad, hungry grin spread across her lips. His eyes locked to the woman kneeling at his feet. Her grin widened. She had his attention. He wouldn't miss one small move that she made.

Get the hell out of here! he urged himself, but his legs refused to move. She's using .you, just like she-used Ann! Damn it man, can't you see she's toying with you, delighting in the power she has over you. Use your brain! Stop thinking with your cock!

He saw and understood. Saw and understood everything she was doing! But he didn't care. Not any more, that was. His legs wouldn't have moved, even if he had wanted them to. Ah that mattered at that instant was the promise she gave him in her eyes and on her lips. A promise that she was about to show him just what she was capable of giving a man. Not even the strongest willed saint in the world could have resisted the promise of that mouth!

Uncontrollably, he moaned, his body quaking with eager anticipation, as her long, slim fingers slowly reached up and touched the gorged length of cock straining outward within his pants. Tenderly, as if she worshipped its presence, her fingertips traced longingly over the bulging outline of his prick. Again, her eyes rolled up to him, flashing with the lusty fire of need and desire.

It's mine, you bastard! she sneered at him within her mind. I made it hard and long! It aches for me! I made those balls of yours burn! There's not a damn thing you can do! You're mine! Just like that hot-boxed slut quivering on the bed, you're mine to do with as I please, when I please!

And, at that moment, it pleased her to reach under the flap of his fly and find the lead to his zipper. A metallic hiss filled the silence of the bedroom as she yanked downward, opening the way to the pulsating thickness held within.

His whole system shuddered with seething pleasure as two of those exploring fingers weaved into his briefs. Her fingertips brushed the stiffness of his manhood, then wrapped around him, capturing the solid' pole of his cock. Lovingly, she gently maneuvered the rigid shaft from his shorts, pulling its jutting urgent mass free.

Her fingers never missed a stroke, continually moving, tenderly caressing the pulsing length of his prick. Despite himself, he moaned. Her touch was cool and soft: a combination that set the unyielding column of manliness to jerking and jumping with her promise of pleasure.

Her dark eyes shifted up from his crotch to meet his intent gaze. They were filled with a gleam of triumph. A flashing light of confidence that told him she knew she held him and there was nothing he could do to escape the bonds of sexual attraction and lust joining them.

Without the slightest whisper of her intention, the black-haired seductress once again ducked her head toward his loins. He tried to stand there stiffly and ignore the big-titted woman kneeling submissively at his feet. But he couldn't! Not with those delightfully juggling globes of flesh and their titillating bobbing. He attempted to focus his eyes on the far wall. But he couldn't. Not with the alluring pinkness of her tongue snaking out from her mouth and inching closer and closer to the plumlike swollen crown of his cock.

The seeking tip of her oral digit furled out. It reached its destination, brushing over the slitlike mouth of his prick for one exciting instant. He groaned and his knees quivered. She had meant for that to be felt! And he had felt it, like a jolt of electricity that sizzled through his body!

Again her moist tongue nicked out, tapping at the reddened surface of his glans. The action that washed away a thick drop of preseminal fluid oozing from the center of his cockshead also sent a burst of lust-filled sensations swirling wildly around in his loins. He moaned, deep and loud. The woman before him tilted her head back and gazed upward to him. A broad smile moved on her moist lips as she rolled the sampling of his manly juice in her mouth and swallowed.

He cursed himself for his lack of will power. He cursed himself for the fiery lust that burned like a wildfire in his groin. A blazing fire of desire that could only be extinguished by the oral pleasures she offered.

Almost in an involuntary action, his hips shifted forward, serving up the fat length of his cock for her mouth. Swollen and needy looking, it bobbed beneath her nose. The knowing smile of her power over him grew wider, then her eyes dropped back to the throbbing morsel of manmeat shoved toward her face. Her lips parted again with a moist, smacking sound.

Again, her engrossing tongue curled out from behind her red lips and hungrily washed over the sensitive knob of his glans. Quivering with the moist, featherlike softness of her tongue, he moaned. She laved soothing pleasures on the agitated surface of his cocks crown. His breath hissed from behind his clenched teeth and his knees trembled under the delicious workings of her swiping oral digit.

Around and around the prodigious length, her tongue licked, as if the lust-swollen head of his prick was some succulent, juicy fruit provided for her pleasure. Her tongue tip danced and teased, toying with the slitted mouth of his sex. She probed into the tiny opening, as if she were fully intent on driving down the thick pulsating column of cock and licking at his balls while they lay nestled in their sac.

He groaned as his knees filled with liquid tremblings and threatened to give way beneath him. The sensations she was inciting in his loins were indescribable. His whole being was focused on the lust-exciting movements of her tongue. Every cell in his body was coming alive to the flickings of her tongue.

Her cool fingers drifted down his shaft once again, wrapping around the hairy base of the throbbing pole. Tenderly, she pushed the jerking length of his cock upward, exposing the underside to her tauntings. The shining black forest of her hair wagged from side to side as she licked down the veined ridge she discovered, stopping only when she reached the confines of his pants. Then her tongue wiggled delightfully back to his knobby cocks crown.

He no longer worried that she was using him for her own amusement. He no longer cared that this was no more than a display of her sexual prowess and power over him. All he knew or wanted to know at that moment were the pleasure-inciting swirlings of her tongue and his eventual entrance into her mouth.

He wished that she had removed his pants before she had begun this exuberant demonstration of her oral dexterity so that her animated tongue could find its way to his balls. But she hadn't.

Instead, her tongue was once more licking its way down the uptilted underside of his cock. Then it reversed course and laved upward, returning to the swollen head throbbing at the end of his prick. Her lips joined the fervent activities of her tongue. They pressed warmly to the saliva-slicked crown. Lovingly, she kissed her way up and down the fat stalk of manmeat, then pulled away from him. Her eyes darted to him, gleaming brightly with the fire of desire, then returned to the shaft she held.

He watched, unable to divert his gaze from the tantalizing woman kneeling before him like a sexual slave awaiting his pleasure. As her head inched closer to his engorged prick, her red lips formed a puckered ring, then pouted over the fat knob of his glans. Her teeth clamped lightly down behind the arrow-shaped head, securing her oral grip on his cock. Her tongue lashed out, whipping across the hypersensitive surface, while she sucked at him. Her cheeks hollowed deeply with the intensity of her suction.

He groaned. The pressures that were building and swirling around in his groin were fantastic. She controlled him; she and her lubricous mouth. His hips trembled with quivering excitement, then jerked forward. Unmercifully, he slammed the full, solid length of his cock into her face.

She accepted him!

Prepared and waiting for the reaction of the man standing above her, she opened her mouth and accepted the plunging shaft that lunged into her face. It prodded into the back of her throat with a fleshy thud. She sucked at him with unconfined relish. Moaning, he eased his hips back, pulling the thick, moistly gleaming pole from her lips.

Again, his hips lashed forward, skewering her full cock length. And once again, she took every rigid inch he so roughly fed into her mouth.

This was what she had expected. This was the fire she knew she had created within his groin. This is what she wanted from him now. This was the full control over his body that she had sought and now obtained.

Like a rapid-fire jackhammer, his hips jerked back and forth, pistoning his prick in and out of her mouth. She sucked at him with increasing strength. He groaned and his pelvis threw itself harder into the edacious chalice of her hungry lips. She was no longer sucking him off. He was fucking her face! He was raping her mouth, or would have been, had she not wanted it this way. Had she not desired the jerking, pounding thrust of his surging loins.

His balls were heavy and felt engorged. They were filled with a seething fire that lashed within his groin. Just as he no longer had control over the raging lust that ramrodded his hips back and forth, he had no control over the flaming release his body was rocketing toward.

Like a volcano set free, the fired liquid of his seed boiled up and erupted. Outward from his testicles the flames raced, searing through the aching length of his cock. Outward, the flood of thick white come leaped, splattering exuberantly into the greedy mouth attached solidly to his prick and busily eating at him.

She gagged under the first rush of sperm and semen. Then she swallowed the heavy opalescent load down into her stomach, where it mingled with the juices she had drained from Ann's cunt. Her body glowed as she received the fluids of his release. She hungrily sucked at him, welcoming the thick fountains that gushed into her mouth.

Again and again, he spurted into the caressing shelter of her mouth. And again and again she swallowed, drinking down each drop of his come that he offered. Then when his jetting blasts subsided, she sucked at him, milking out whatever traces of the oozing viscosity might still be trapped within his throbbing cock.

His knees finally gave way. The sensations of her mouth on his prick were too great for him to endure further. He staggered back, attempting to maintain his precarious balance. His cock was rudely wrenched from the black-haired woman's lips, splattering a few drops of come across her cheek.

He found the support he needed in a dresser he stumbled back into. Shakily clinging to its edge, he half stood, half sat, staring at the woman who still knelt on the floor, grinning up at him. He attempted to smile back, but could do nothing more than tremble. He was drained and weak-physically and emotionally. Regina's mouth was exquisite. She was like no woman he had ever had take hold of him before!

As he stared at the raven-haired seductress, she slowly rose to her feet and stood proudly, displaying the voluptuous curves of her body. One of her hands rose to her cheek and captured the splattered drops of come on a fingertip, which she took into her mouth and sucked clean.

"That, Mr. Parker, is why Ann will be staying here with me," she whispered, though her words sneered at him. "You see, I'm a better man to Ann than you ever could be-you or any other man could be!"

Even in his drained condition, Lee felt his anger against the woman swelling within him. Once again, he suppressed the rising urge to slam his fist into her taunting face and once and for all put an end to her mocking grin.

"Ann is mine now," she smiled at the still weak-kneed man. "I've given her more pleasure than you could ever dream of doing. And in return, she gives me my pleasure ..."

The naked blonde still lying on the bed stirred uneasily. She glanced at Regina. Her eyes then darted to Lee for an instant, before dropping meekly to the bed sheets, which were in a rumpled heap around her.

" ... In fact, Ann is only too willing to comply with whatever I wish," Regina continued, gloating over the hold of sexual power she had on the other girl. "And at the moment my cunt needs very badly to have the lips and tongue of a woman."

The black-tressed bitch turned abruptly and waved Ann to her. Without so much as a mild protest, the blonde slithered from the bed and stepped before her new master. She dropped to her knees and immediately buried her face in the shining black muff hushed over Regina's pussy. The wet, little oral sounds of her sucking and lapping reached Lee's ears.

"You see, she's quite obedient," Regina laughed at him, reaching down and pulling the girl's head harder into her crotch. "Not quite the Ann you once knew, is she? But still quite satisfactory for my purposes!"

Lee's groin felt the familiar stirrings of lust return, as he watched Ann's eager tongue running up and down the moist, pink cleft of Regina's cunt. Refusing to allow the gloating woman to see his once more stiffening need, he quickly stuffed his prick back inside his jockey shorts and sealed it behind his zipper.

The action brought a throaty, contemptuous chuckle from Regina, "Quite a little cunt lapper, isn't she? But not the type of woman you want now! Now that you've had something better!"

That was all he could take! No matter how pleasurable her mouth had been, he couldn't just stand there and endure this woman's insults any longer. A bitch is a bitch! And Regina Anover had achieved that royal category. Taking whatever he could find of his shattered dignity with him, he stormed from the room. Regina's laughter echoed after him as he made his way downstairs.

"You'll be back," she taunted. "You'll be back There's nothing that can keep you away, now that you've had the taste of a real woman!"

NINE

Her high-pitched cries of pleasure and the ecstatic writhing of her womanly body proclaimed the lusty fulfillment that raged within the small redhead. Gratefully, Lee let the last ounce of his control tumble away and he emptied the full load that blazed in his balls into Helen's hungry pussy.

Together, they clung to each other's bodies, milking out the last drops of desire they held. They lay together, floating back to the soothing relaxation of two adults that had just balled the hell out of one another and enjoyed every minute of it.

"God! That was fantastic!" Helen whispered, as she eagerly planted a long, wet kiss on his mouth. "There's something very special about waking up to a virile man in my bed and then having him fuck me awake. It's something I could get used to real quick."

Lee let the comment pass. Their coupling had been satisfactory. He had felt all the things he was supposed to feel, but there was something missing with Helen. Something that had been lacking ever since that night a week ago when he had encountered Regina Anover.

"Look, baby," Helen broke into his thoughts. "There's nothing I would rather do than just lay here under you all day with that fat cock filling my pussy ... but I do have to be at the office in an hour. And I believe you're on assignment also."

He nodded, rolling to her side, listening to that last regretful moan as his prick came free of the clinging confines of her clutchy cunt. His own sigh echoed her moan. She kissed him one last time, then slid from the bed and trotted to the bathroom. Within seconds, the strong blast of the shower came from the small room.

Reaching to a night stand beside him, he pulled a cigarette from a pack and lit it, deeply inhaling the first puff. If his arrangement with Helen was to become more permanent, they would have to do something about getting their working schedules together. Hell, he didn't have to be at work until noon.

He stopped in mid-thought.

Helen, permanent?

He could do worse.

He'd never met a chick that dug balling more than this little redhead. They were more than suited on that point. However, there were other things besides their work and sex they shared with one another. He even admitted he felt something more than just affection for the society columnist.

But a permanent arrangement?

That was another question. Something he wasn't quite ready for. Not with Helen. And not at this moment. Not while Regina still filled his mind. The bitch had been right. He had to return to her house and find out just what had happened that night-why he had allowed her to degrade him and Ann the way she had.

"Will you be back tonight?" Helen walked back into the bedroom, stepping before her closet and extracting a very short skirt.

"I don't think so. I've got to work late tonight," he answered, knowing that he was lying.

She nodded, as she finished dressing, "Look, I've got to go, or I'll be late. Be sure to lock up as you leave."

Lee agreed, then watched as she left. Snuffing out his cigarette, he settled back into his thoughts of the black-haired bitch that had been haunting him for a week now.

Tonight, he mused, tonight he would return to the woman just as she had said he would. He could no longer keep himself away from the taunting seductress. She held him in a sexual force that he had never experienced before. Ann didn't seem to matter anymore. In fact, since having tasted the pleasures Regina could so expertly give, he had no more than fleeting thoughts about the blonde. It was Regina he had to have once more.

The memories of her tantalizing body came rushing back into his mind. Despite the recent demands Helen had placed on his seminal reserves, he felt the quivering excitement of lust shooting through his groin.

Then he shuddered.

There were also the memories of her mocking treatment of him. Bitch! he seethed, but at the same moment he knew that his anger against the woman was no more than his male ego getting in the way. It was a normal reaction, he told himself, but he still didn't like it.

There had to be more to Regina than just a hatred for men. Somehow he doubted that she even hated men. The eager wantonness of her mouth on his cock seemed to dispel any thoughts that she hated men at all. There was no doubt that she dug sex with women, but she also had a taste for men.

Then why her contempt that night?

He shook his head and lit up another cigarette, trying to sort out everything that had happened that night. He had thought it all through time and time again since first meeting Regina and succumbing to her power. There was nothing new he could find.

Or was there?

The only thing he definitely knew about Regina Anover was that she was highly motivated by one hell of a strong sexual drive-and that she wanted to dominate, not only Ann, but him as well.

He remembered her taunting words that she was a better man than he and a better woman than Ann. He felt that somehow he hovered very near the brink of Regina's secret, but exactly what it was he couldn't lay his finger on. He grunted angrily at himself for not being able to find the key he sought.

Damn! The bitch is driving me crazy! I'm a grown man, why in hell cant I get the spoiled bitch out of my mind? She's probably been this way ever since she was a kid. Always getting her way, always getting what she wants! No one's ever turned her over their knee and spanked that sexy bottom of hers and I bet no one's ever said no to her!

Again he stopped in mid-thought.

It struck him like a wet sandbag dropped from ten stories!

He had just found the key to what made Regina Anover tick!

You blind s.o.b.! he chuckled, crushing out his second cigarette of the morning. That's it! You've been staring it right in the face and were too damn busy worrying about sexy curves, rather than opening your eyes and seeing!

He pushed the excitement of his discovery away from his mind. If he was going to pull this off, it had to be done right! He had to let Regina believe that she really did hold him in the palm of her hand. He had to let her think that he was no different than any man-or woman for that matter-she'd ever come in contact with. It would be hard to take all the crap she could dish out. Last time she had caught him off guard. The shock of actually finding Ann in her bed had knocked him off balance with a direct punch to the ego. But this time it would be different. He would let Regina play her games. And then she would play his!

Yes, he mused, I'll be returning tonight. Only this time it will be on my terms.

Grinning to himself, he reached for the phone and dialed his office. It took a couple of seconds for the building operator to connect him with his city desk and a grumpy sounding city editor. It took another couple of seconds for him to he about being sick and free himself .from the office that day.

Sliding from the bed, he quickly showered and toweled dry. Afterwards he found his clothes on the back of a chair, where he had left them last night before coming into bed with Helen. Hastily dressing, he left Helen's apartment, locking the door behind him, as he had promised.

The first step of his plan for that evening took longer than he expected. It wasn't until late afternoon and several stops and phone calls around town that he finally located the exact item he sought. The longhaired, shaggy-bearded proprietor of the shop grinned lewdly as he accepted the price of the purchase. Lee somehow got the impression that the man wanted a detailed explanation of just what the intent of the item was. But Lee simply accepted the brown paper bag and walked from the store.

It was dusk before he returned to his own apartment with the last of his two purchases. Laying each of the "marital aids" he had bought out on the couch, he studied each of them. They would do nicely for what he had planned.

With smug satisfaction, he carefully placed them back into one of the paper bags, then quickly showered and changed clothes.

Once more returning to his car, he slipped the bag under the driver's seat, then slid in behind the wheel. An hour later, the bag still rested where he had placed it and he stood on the front porch of Regina's home.

As at his first attempt to enter the house, he was greeted at the door by the butler. Unlike his last meeting with the man, Robert did not this time hold a revolver at his head. And this time he was brought directly into the house's den, where Regina and Ann were sharing a glass of wine.

Rising from her chair, Regina smiled smugly when her eyes met Lee's. Waving the butler from the room, she said, 'Well, well, I see that Ann's Mr. Parker has returned. Or should I call you Lee. Yes, I think we should be on a first name basis now. After all, Mr. Parker is so formal. And what you've come for has nothing to do with formality."

Lee felt the familiar surge of anger rise in him. Regina knew damn well she had him just where she wanted him. There was no way he would leave, no matter what she decided to do. He would take whatever humiliations she could hand out and wait, until he could begin the last step of his own plan. He tried to comfort himself with that last thought.

"You really left rather hastily the other night, Lee," Regina continued to taunt and mock him. "Ann and I did so many interesting things that I'm sure you'd be interested in seeing."

She's got her spurs out, he thought and can't wait to get them into my hide. It'll start now and won't stop until she's had her fun.

Ann was blushing in her chair from Regina's comments, but neither the black-haired heiress nor Lee paid any attention to her. Both of them were fully aware that whatever happened tonight was to happen to them. The air around Lee felt charged with that fact. Ann was just a third party, the occasion for having brought Regina and Lee together.

"I see no reason why we can't let Lee in on all our games, do you Ann?" Regina smiled wickedly. "In fact, if he would be kind enough to close the door behind him and lock it, we could begin right now."

I was right, he said to himself as he turned to follow Regina's directions, feeling the points of Regina's spurs growing closer to him. The lock clicked securely into its niche, barring any entrance from the outside. Neither of the three wanted any interruptions by the home's servants.

Ann received Regina's next command. Rising from her chair, she quickly obeyed, peeling away the dress she wore, so that in a matter of seconds, she stood naked for Lee's and Regina's eyes. As the shapely blonde walked toward the older woman and began to work the buttons free on her clothing, Lee managed to skin off his own clothes.

When he turned to the two women again, his eyes were greeted by a scene reminiscent of the position he had last left them in. Ann was once again on her knees before the heiress and was avidly and expertly giving head to the older woman.

His eyes followed every flicker of the blonde's eager oral digit. The thick, dangling hose of his penis stirred with the beginning waves of lust. His balls tightened at his scrotum, drawing securely into their sac. Within a matter of a few seconds his cock had jerked upward and jutted from his crotch at a stiff forty-five degree angle, a fully aroused shaft of swollen need.

Insatiable in its movements, Ann's tongue ran up and down the pink slit of her feminine lover's cunt. Regina's legs were spread wide to accommodate the girl. Her fingers were entangled in Ann's yellow hair, pushing the woman's face hard into her crotch.

Lapping in broad, wet strokes, the younger woman went about her oral duties with definite relish. She had come to love the taste of womanly juices since she had last shared Lee's bed. She sucked and swallowed the natural flow of Regina's pussy, savoring the saline, musky fluids. Lee's groin swirled and lurch with lust as he watched the quivery bobbing movements of her throat.

Her tongue laved within the deep, fleshy cleft of woman sex, swirling and twisting fervently, as if she were unable to lick enough of the edacious cunt quickly enough to suit her or Regina. She coyly wiggled the probing tip of her oral digit upward, eventually brushing over the protruding little staff of the other woman's clit.

"That's it!" the dark-headed woman groaned in full arousal. "Suck it! Ohhhhh! Suck it!"

Which was exactly what the blonde did!

Tenderly, her lips closed around the sensitive nubbin of flesh and she sucked at the small pleasure organ, delighting at its vulnerable feel within her mouth. She licked at it, using her tongue as if it were a gently caressing finger. She fondled the agitated clit, lovingly teasing it with an overabundant flurry of oral sensations.

Regina groaned louder and shoved the girl's face into her hot cunt with urgency. Her legs trembled as the thrilling blasts coursed through her body, setting the huge melons of her tits to swaying on her chest Her dark nipples pushed stiffly from the tops of the creamy globes, hard and erect with her growing desire.

The blonde responded to the urging fingers at the back of her neck, spearing her tongue into the opened channel of the other woman's cunt. Like a miniature penis, the young woman's oral digit drove in and out of the juice-filled socket of feminine sex. She ate and sucked at the cunt framing her face, like a woman that had been without sex for months.

Regina's hips began to rock back and forth as she attempted to drive the moistly drilling tongue deeper and deeper into her wanton body. As Lee had once fucked her face, she was now fucking Ann's face. The loud, wet smacking sounds of the young woman's mouth in and on her pussy filled the room, whipping the black-haired temptress on, so that she bucked into the blonde's face harder and harder.

Licking and lapping and eating and sucking, Ann increased her oral activities. Doing her best to completely satisfy the woman standing above her, she plunged her tongue in and out of the greedy hole. She twisted and gyrated her oral digit, laving over the spongy folds of Regina's cunt.

With one last desperate jerk, the dark-tressed woman slammed her crotch into the blonde's face, smothering her in the wet warmth of her pussy. She groaned and quivered as the lust within her groin erupted into the soul-shattering bliss of climax. Then, she wrenched the girl and her still probing tongue away from her body, stumbling back a few feet, as she trembled and moaned, soaring through the carnal pleasures unleashed within her.

His prick standing at full mast, Lee watched as Regina slowly regained control of her body and opened her eyes to stare triumphantly at him. Once again she had demonstrated that Ann now served her and not him.

"Take ... her ... and hold ... her!" the still quivering woman ordered him, her finger rising to the kneeling blonde.

Unaware of what was to come next, Lee did as he was ordered.

Jerking the confused young woman to her feet, his arms held Ann's wrists pinned behind her back. His cock nestled between the soft cushions of her ass. He ached now, wanting to sink the hard, throbbing lance of his cock into either of the women's cunts. But Regina apparently had other plans at the moment.

"That's it," the older woman managed to approve, as she still fought to catch her breath. "Hold her just like that!"

There was no reason for him to restrain Ann. The blonde was putting up absolutely no struggle at all. Instead, Lee could detect the definite increase of her pulse as Regina walked across the room to a bookcase and removed several volumes. Carefully hidden behind the books, the older woman found a long, hard-looking dildo.

His cock pounded like a rod of living lust as he suddenly realized what the black-headed bitch intended to do. She had strapped the wicked looking device to her waist and now stepped toward them. Ann whimpered, as if pleading with the other woman to forego what was coming. But at the same time the blonde's long, inviting legs spread, giving her feminine companion easy access to the yellow bush mound of her cunt.

Positioning herself before the restrained woman, Regina reached out and squeezed down with both hands around the jutting cones of Ann's tits. The younger woman whimpered again. A decidedly aroused whimper of pleasure, Lee noted, as he felt the excited waves of arousal shoot through Ann's body.

"Now you cunt-lapping slut," Regina sneered at her companion. "I'm going to rip you wide open with this pussy-pleaser!"

"No," Ann moaned, shivering in Lee's arms. "Please don't-I can't take anything that big!"

Again Lee realized the young woman's tone was far from objecting to the proposed stuffing of her cunt with the dildo. Instead, she was acting out a role-a role he knew had been played many times between the two women. She wanted the stiff rubber prick rammed up her pussy as much as Regina wanted to fuck her with it.

"Now, you pussy-sucking whore, I'm going to rape you like you've never taken a cock before in your life," Regina grunted, brutally squeezing and twisting the tender mounds of Ann's tits, until the blonde whimpered once again.

When the older woman's hands eventually released their holds on the twin peaks of flesh, each was crested by a hard, needy-looking coral glowing nipple. Each of the stiff buds gave testimony to the full arousal caused by the rough mock-rape techniques Regina had used on the girl.

Reaching down and lovingly stroking the fat dildo jutting from her crotch, she grinned at the blonde, then stepped closer.

The angry red-tinted head of the imitation cock nuzzled into the soft, yellow moss of the girl's pubis. She quivered with undeniable delight in Lee's arms, moaning even before the stiff column of rubber penetrated into the vulnerable tunnel of her vagina.

And when Regina's hips lurched forward, burying the thick manmade shaft into the young woman's pussy, the blonde moaned out the full pleasure of the thick invasion, trembling with growing lust as Lee held her tightly.

There was nothing loving or gentle about Regina's techniques. She had told Ann that she was going to rape her body and that was exactly what she did!

Her hips jerked back and forth in rough, driving strokes. Unmercifully, the hard pole of rubber shafted in and out of the caressing channel of the younger woman's body.

But the brutal penetration of her willing body was anything but painful to the blonde!

The arousing experience she had just partaken of between Regina's thighs had prepared her well for the fucking she was now taking. She wanted and needed the hard fast strokes the black-headed woman ravaged into her cunt. She whimpered and moaned and begged for the savage torture of pleasure that pumped in and out between her spread legs.

Holding tight to the woman who had once taken his cock as readily as she now accepted the plummeting shaft of a dildo, Lee's balls tightened tautly in their sac. As with all of Regina's actions, he knew that this display was a demonstration with one purpose-to degrade him-to demonstrate how insufficient he was. But he didn't care. Not at the moment at least. Instead, he divorced himself from Regina's main purpose and simply saw the ravaging dildo as a sexy display of lust between two women-a scene that had his prick pulsing with want and need.

In and out, Regina's pelvis bucked, slamming the long, thick length of artificial cock into the younger woman. Ann's hips met the rhythm of the pounding strokes. The blonde groaned and writhed as best she could within the confines of Lee's arms. Her chest heaved and she gasped for her breath.

Still harder, Regina plummeted the rubber piston of pleasure into the girl's hungry snatch. Her coal-black eyes burned with a gleam of power and delight.

Deeper and deeper the dildo drove up into the quick of Ann's body. She cried out, pleading for it to be plunged even harder. She was filled and packed to the brim. Regina had promised to rip her open and it felt as if that was what was going to happen. With each lunging drive of the imitation prick that was what she begged to happen.

In and out, the thick column rammed and out and in her hips jerked to keep up with the frantic tempo of the older woman's pelvis. Her thighs expanded, throbbing and pulsating with swirling sensations of desire. She cried out, quaking as the tornado of lust was set free within her body and she came!

Regina's hips quickly lessened their pace to a gentle, soothing motion as the writhing series of flesh tremors took control of Ann's body. Lee tightened his grip on the woman, as she shook and trembled in abandoned ecstasy.

The blonde's trembling and quivering slowly subsided and Lee felt the strength return to her legs, so that she was able to stand without his support. Grinning with pleasure, Regina abruptly jerked the thick staff of artificial cock out from the juice-filled sluice of Ann's cunt. Shuddering with disappointment, the younger woman groaned under the sudden evacuation of her pussy.

"Now, Lee, it's your turn," Regina smiled at the young reporter.

Unsure of her intentions, Lee's eyes shot down to the thick rod strapped to her waist, which was glistening with Ann's sexual fluids. Regina chuckled, but reached down and quickly unbuckled the dildo.

"At the moment, I have other plans for you," she smiled lewdly, her eyes drifting downward to the swollen shaft jerking eagerly from his crotch and leaving no doubts as to what she presently had in mind for him.

With that same hip-swaying, tit-bouncing walk she had first approached him with a week ago, she once more stepped before the man and with no further preliminaries, her hands shot out and roughly grasped the bludgeoning length of his prick. Before he really felt what was happening, he was groaning and taking the black-haired temptress in his arms, pulling the luscious warmth of her body against his.

Their mouths met and opened to one another. Their tongues darted back and forth within their mouths, teasing and toying. Their hands roved sensuously over their nakedness. She paid attention to the aching shaft of cock throbbing from his crotch and he kneaded and fondled the satin-covered pillows of titflesh mounding out from her chest.

When his hands eventually gave up the pliant mounds of her overabundant breasts and slid downward into the furred knoll of her pubis, he drilled a finger upward into the heated socket of her cunt. She grunted under the unexpected penetration of her lovemound. Her hips swayed slowly, rotating on the impaling digit.

"Goooood," she moaned, pulling her mouth from his. "But I'd rather be sitting on this fat dick of yours!"

Her hands jerked urgently at the pole of manmeat he sported and her mouth once more possessed his lips. Together they lowered themselves to the floor. Lying on his back, he soaked in the silklike luxury of her body as she rolled atop him, mashing those billowing pillows of her tits into his chest.

Her thighs slowly spread so that she straddled his waist. Her hands still clung to the pulsating rod of his cock. Her hips rose and her hand guided. His prick pushed through the thick black forest of pubic hairs and nuzzled into the quivering lips of her labia.

"Let me have it," she whispered, urging him to complete the union she had begun. "Give it to me hard and deep."

His hips jumped up, driving the solid length of stiff cock into the liquid warmth of her cunt, fully skewering it in the encompassing sheath of her vagina.

"Arrghhhnnnhhh!" she grunted as their pelvises slammed together with a fleshy thud. "God! It feels good!"

He smiled up at her. Despite their obvious contempt for one another and the power she attempted to exert over him, that was one thing they could agree on. It felt good! Damn good!

Her cunt was tight! She sheathed around the long, swollen form of his prick like a custom-made glove. His entrance had been easy, like gliding into a harbor especially designed for his cock. And now, the muscles of her pussy contracted around his fat circumference, squeezing him like a third hand. He moaned, but remained still. This was her show. His would come later that evening.

She waited for that abrupt jerk of his hips that she knew would come again. With all the men she had played this game with, it had come. They had to prove what wonderful cocks they had and the strength of their loins. But he didn't move! He just lay there, still and filling her with throbbing virility. She soaked in his feel, delighting in every little twitching jerk of his shaft. He did feel good, but then other cocks had felt good. Other men had satisfied her sexual hunger. But she had conquered and controlled them, just as she would completely break this man to her will, so that he would obey her every command, just as Ann did.

Almost of their own volition, her hips began to move. Languidly her pelvis undulated around the thick stalk embedded within her body. He moaned as the velvetlike walls of her pussy caressed the hardness of his sex. Waves of sheer pleasure sensations washed over the sensitive head of his cock. She was good and knew how to use what she had to its fullest measure, a fact that she had proven a week ago when his prick was entrenched in her mouth rather than her pussy.

Slowly increasing the gyrations of her hips, she began to pump her pelvis up and down. The enfolding ripples of her cunt slid over his length, inching halfway up the hard column of his sex, then gliding back down to nestle around the hairy base of his shaft. Still he didn't move, allowing her to do all the work.

Despite herself, she moaned at the fullness of his presence. She wanted him to move, but she'd be damned first before she asked for it! If she had to fuck herself on him, she'd do it! She was the woman here. She would give him a ride that he would never forget. She'd fuck him like no other woman had ever taken his cock!

Pushing upward on her arms, she increased the angle of his penetration into her cunt so that he inched even deeper into the heated recesses of her snatch. Her knees drew up to the side of his waist and she crouched above him, rocking back and forth on his prick. Her tits, like slightly elongated balloons of flesh, danced from her chest, dangling like pendulums.

Twisting his neck, he opened his mouth and captured one of the dark cherries, stiffly topping one of her free-swinging breasts. She groaned loud and low as his lips and tongue went to work on the rubbery button. He sucked and licked at the tempting morsel of womanflesh his mouth possessed.

In reaction, her hips jerked and pumped up and down on his shaft. In and out, his cock drilled into the humid harbor of her belly. Her pelvis twisted and rotated with fervid excitement.

But his hips still were motionless!

However, one of his hands wedged its way to their crotches and he wiggled a finger into the wetness of her juice-oozing cunt. With little difficulty, he found the aroused nubbin of her clit-an action that brought a surprised squeal of delight from the woman that rode atop his waist.

Again her body increased the hunching motion of her steady rhythmic rise and fall. As lust took control over her muscles, she bucked and pumped herself onto his dork. She impaled and skewered herself over and over with the filling firmness of his sex. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and clung to the thick rod that she slid up and down on.

Not even the self-control he possessed could withstand the excitement imparted by her expert movements. His hips began to move and she had won once again.

Jerking upward to meet each descending glide of her cunt, he slammed his shaft deeply into the welcoming folds of her juicy sex. When she pulled up from him, riding to the top of the entrenched column of cock, his pelvis fell to the floor, prepared to once more shoot back into the opened, hungry quick of her greedy body.

Wetly their bodies slammed together as they met. She grunted and groaned under the heavy, reaming impact of his hips and cock. He moaned loud and long with the pleasure of being fully encased in the humid glove of her cunt.

Harder and faster the desperate rhythm of their bodies rose. He drilled deeper and deeper into the hot, wet recesses of her voracious pussy. And she accepted every inch of pulsing mansex he pistoned into her quim.

Simultaneously, his still fondling finger rolled and swirled around her clit. The dual stimulation filling her cunt and the sucking mouth that ate at her tit were more than her body could take without exploding with pleasure. She came. Crying and panting and groaning she came. Accepting the boiling flood of sperm and semen that erupted from his groin and filled the pocket of her cunt, she came.

Together they held to each other as the rages of their lust coursed through their bodies in quaking delight. They rocked and thrashed together, each riding the other for the pleasure they offered. Then, together, they drifted from the heights of passion their desire had taken them to, until she eventually rolled from him and his deflated prick snaked from the juicy cavern of flesh it had inhabited.

Shakily rising to her feet, she staggered to the couch and sat there for several minutes, smugly smiling at the man she had left drained and exhausted on the floor.

While neither of them had said it, their coupling had been a contest to see who could provide the most pleasure for the other. If his heaving chest and limp penis were any indication, she had won. She had conquered him and now he was hers to do with as she pleased.

"You've had a woman now," she whispered, knowing that he would be unable to disagree with her. He didn't. If he had ever met a woman that was sheer sexual force, it was this black-haired bitch. Even cock-hungry Helen was lacking when compared to Regina Anover. He now knew the meaning of the term man-eater when applied to a woman. Regina had never met a man that could best her and dominate her. Later he would try, but now he waited and did as he was bidden.

"Now I need a man," again the contemptuous tone of her voice returned. They had come together, something some couples never share for one time in their lives and now she acted as if he had been unable to satisfy her. His anger started to flare, but he quelled it as best he could, letting his mind drift to later that night when it would be his turn. "Lee, my cunt is messy, will you come over here and clean it for me?"

Bitch! She had just ordered him to drink his own come. He had eaten women before when he had just filled them with the cream of his loins. It was a task he normally had no second thoughts about. But Regina had ordered him to do it! To her the act was a humiliation in which to steep him; it was a degradation to force a man to eat his own seed!

It's her show. Later it'll be mine! he told himself, forcing himself to roll over and climb to his hands and knees.

Grinning triumphantly, Regina leaned back against the couch and spread her legs. Slowly, he came to the opened invitation between her thighs. His head moved forward and his lips pressed to the lips of her cunt.

Reaching down, her fingers entwined in his hair and she jerked him forward, burying his face in the come-filled mouth of her cunt. Smiling smugly to herself, she watched and listened as his tongue and lips went about the task she had set him to. She watched as the man cleaned out the seed and fluid he had just deposited in the still quivering chamber of her pussy.

"That's it! You're almost the cunt-lapper that Ann is," she mocked him.

However, from the steady series of little trembles that were shivering their way through the silken softness of her inner thighs, he realized that her words were just that-words. Running his hands up the smoothness of her thighs, he cupped his palms to each side of the furred mound surrounding his face. Gently, he pressed outward, splaying the plump outer lips of her labia. She squirmed with excitement as he opened the pink cleft of her loins and his tongue snaked its path up and down her sex.

"Nooooo!" she groaned.

But it was too late, his tongue had found the sensitive protuberance that his fingers had manipulated moments ago. Tremors of pleasure raced through her spread thighs as his oral digit tickled around the throbby little button of her clit. Again her hands tightened on the back of his head and she shoved him into the musky cleave of her loins.

Responding to the growing needs of the woman seated before him, his tongue curled down the spread mouth of her cunt in broad lapping strokes. Her hips jerked and twitched as the lusty desire of her body rose once again. Taunting her with slowness, he eased his tongue back through the scalloped folds of her inner labia and wiggled into the channel his mouth had recently drained of his own release.

Above him the wet oral sounds of his persistent tongue and the rising moans of the woman's wanton hunger mingled and filled the room. Her pelvis, despite the confining position she was seated in, undulated to meet the probing little thrusts of his tongue. She twisted and rotated as best she could, grinding the quivering mound of her pussy into his face.

Returning his attention to the trembly nubbin of womanly delight, he managed to weave a finger through the thick mat of her pubic moss and dip into the slit of her sex. Her groan was one of soaring arousal as his fingertip brushed over the aching bud of her clit.

Drilling and twisting, he lapped in and out of the humid hole of her love knoll, sucking away the abundant flow of lubricants that gushed into her vagina. Simultaneously, his finger tenderly fondled the extended nubbin of sensual pleasure.

Eagerly pushing his face into the wet gap of her cunt, the black-haired woman rocked on the couch. The tongue busily eating at her pussy was fantastic. She hadn't planned on this, but now that it was happening, there was nothing she could do except he back and enjoy the extraordinary flourishes of oral delights he laved on her cunt.

Groaning with full pleasure, she rode upward with each lunging thrust of his tongue. Her head rolled on her shoulder and her lips writhed in the desperate agony of her ecstasy. Wider and wider the warm glow in her thighs expanded. The mingling sensations shooting from her vagina and clit swirled and melted into a pulsing nebula of pleasure.

Faster now, he threw his oral digit in and out of her seething channel. His finger rolled and fondled the trembling button of flesh it possessed. He licked, washing around the quivering pink rippled channel. He lapped, drilling as deeply into her cunt as he could. He sucked, drinking up the flood of womanly fluids that filled her pussy.

Rushing and swirling, the sensations of her body reached their pinnacle, overloaded and once again, she came. Groaning deep and loud, she twisted and hunched into his face, then in one desperate jerk, she yanked his face from between her thighs and collapsed back to the couch, quivering and trembling as the racing pleasure of orgasmic ecstasy excited every nerve of her body.

The bastard! He knows that wasn't supposed to happen, she moaned to herself, as she descended from the heights of passion his tongue had led her to^ He thinks he's won this round!

Her dark eyes fluttered open to the grinning face of the man who had just demonstrated his abilities to bring her pleasure. A demonstration that wouldn't go unrewarded, Regina decided, a wicked-looking smile twisting over her full lips.

"Lee, please bring me that dildo," she said, her voice honey-slicked and full of venomous contempt for him.

For a second or two he just knelt there before her, staring at her and wondering. Then he did as she ordered, retrieving the artificial cock from where she had unstrapped it after delving with it into die well of Ann's cunt.

Handing the device to the black-haired woman, he watched with growing dread as she stood and slipped the strap around her waist, buckling it securely to her body. Posing for a brief instant, she allowed him the full, somewhat grotesque view of a stark naked woman sporting a long seven inches of rubber prick.

"Now," she whispered with delight in her voice, "I intend to fuck you. I suggest you relax as best you can, because you're going to get every inch of this up your asshole!"

Gloating in her supremacy over the kneeling man, she watched as he hesitantly assumed the subservient position that she required for the invasion of his bowels. Walking behind the man on his hands and knees, she reveled in the trembling little spasms of his legs. Then she knelt behind him so that the knobby head of the dildo brushed against the upturned curves of his tense buttocks.

Okay, buddy, grit your teeth and take it, he shuddered to himself, as the woman behind him reached out and grabbed the cheeks of his ass. Your time is coming!

The rounded flesh of his rear mounds were rock-hard in her fingers-a fact that thrilled her. If he didn't relax, it would make the plummeting of his anus that much more exciting, that much more degrading for him. A final humiliation that would make her conquest of this man complete.

Digging her fingers into the tense mounds of his asscheeks, she separated the half-moons and stared at the dark target she sought. Hard and puckered in a ring of tight muscles, his anus waited.

Had this been another woman, she would have taken the time and care to prepare her for the ordeal that was about to occur. But this was a man-and a man who she wanted to feel the full impact of her presence in his ass.

She reached down and firmly grasped the thick tube of imitation cock. Grinning, she eased forward, carefully placing the bulbous head of the device against the direct center of the drawn ring. Her hips moved forward!

Relax, he ordered himself, as the thick pressure slowly increased on his ass. Relax! Relax! Relax!

It was easier said than done. With such an imposing mass pushing its way toward entry, it was damn hard to relax and accept the penetration of his body.

You've had bigger things than this up there before, he told himself. It still didn't help him accept the ponderous object that was moving inward and not outward.

Gradually increasing her pressure, Regina pushed into him. Unlike the head of a real cock, the dildo's knobby crown refused to flatten and give. It pushed into his taut flesh. Deeper and deeper it depressed, forming a sinking cavern into his ass.

Then the strained tightness of the cincture of his anus gave way. He groaned as the bulky tip of the device was sucked up into his back. It felt hot and big and it hurt. But still she pressed forward.

Forcing himself to relax the tense muscles of his rectum, he took in inch after inch of the rubber cock she fed into his asshole. Gritting his teeth, he accepted the thick tool that seared its way into him.

When she reached the limits of its length, there was no pause for him to accustom himself to the massive plunger plugged into his rear. Instead, she eased her hips away, dragging the fat imitation cock with her. He groaned again as its mass racked out from his bowels, searing with volcanic heat.

Suddenly her hips jerked forward and seven inches of thick, hard dildo was once more thrust into the tortured recesses of his unprotected ass. He moaned and shuddered as the fires burned higher, licking their way up his spine. Had she prepared the ponderous device in some way, with petroleum jelly, or even butter, he would have been able to take the plunging. But she hadn't! The pain was part of her pleasure.

Later! Later! he bolstered himself, as she wrenched back, ravaging out of his virgin asshole.

Feeling very much like a woman raped on her wedding night, he tensed himself to the thick pole as it was brutally shoved back up his rectum, then unmercifully was pulled free. His arms quivered and his legs shook, threatening to completely collapse.

She thrust in again, this time twisting her hips a little so that the bulky circumference ground its way down the flaming channel of his rear. He grunted and groaned as the pain blasted through his body.

In and out, hard and deep, she lunged and plunged into his opened ass. Her hands dug into the tense demiglobes of his hindcheeks, roughly squeezing them with brutal pleasure. He groaned and shuddered, thankful for the numbing effects that eventually deadened his rectum and lessened the harshness of her forceful strokes. His fingers clenched at the carpet, his knees felt raw from carpet burns, as she jerked in and out of his body.

Then, with a sudden abruptness that sent a tormenting wave of pain through every cell of his body, she wrenched free, completely evacuating his ass. Hot and throbbing, he was emptied. He fell to the floor face down, doing his damnest to stop the whimpers that twisted up from his throat. Above him he heard the chuckling of pleasure.

Rolling over, he stared up at the haughty bitch who had reamed his ass. The fat plunger that had moments ago been fully plugged into his rear now had a pink tint to it that had not been there when he first saw it. Traces of the rawness that burned through his back.

"We'll continue this in the morning," Regina said casually, as if she no longer cared for her games. "This evening's been long and I'm afraid I'm tired."

With that, she reached down and scooped up her clothes from the floor and walked from the room. Following behind her, Ann retrieved her own clothing and left.

Alone and naked, he lay on the carpet, doing his best to relax and wait.

TEN

Thirty minutes, an hour, then an hour and a half passed before the aching tenderness that filled his ass diminished enough for him to move. He winced painfully as he raised himself and made his way to the crumpled pile of his clothing.

Extracting his cigarettes from his shirt pocket, he lit one. The soothing blue smoke that he sucked into his lungs helped ease the tension in his muscles. He grimaced as he tried sitting back on his buttocks. It would be at least a week before he was able to do that comfortably.

Finishing the first cigarette, he lit another and quietly puffed on it while he waited. This was something that he didn't want to rush. Carefully, he mentally surveyed his plans.

Any doubts as to whether Regina actually wanted a man to dominate her in the way she reigned over others had been virtually eliminated from his mind. The more weak-willed he had appeared the more she had relished her actions.

He snuffed out his last cigarette and rose. Glancing around the room, he found a wall clock-two a.m. Everybody in the house should be asleep now, he decided as he walked toward the door to the den.

Outside the room, the rest of the house was dark and still. Quickly he moved to the front door and opened it. Luckily Regina's home was set back off the road. It saved him from the probing eyes of anybody who might notice his nakedness and call the police. The last thing he needed at the moment was an indecent exposure charge against him, he grinned to himself as he trotted across the front yard.

Reaching his car, he opened the driver's door and pulled out the bag he had deposited there earlier in the evening. Within a minute he was once more back in the house.

Remembering the way to the staircase, he quickly moved upstairs, where he paused, listening for any sounds that would tell him if anyone was still awake. Regina had apparently meant exactly what she had said about going to bed, which fit perfectly into his scheme.

He needed no directions to find the woman's bedroom. The way to that room had been etched into his mind a week ago when he had first encountered the heiress. Opening the door, he peered in. Barely discernible in the moonlight that filtered in through the room's windows, he could see the lone form of the black-haired bitch he sought.

He was in luck. Regina and Ann apparently didn't actually sleep together-a fact that surprised him but made what he planned to do that much easier. He had made allowances for Ann's presence, but now, she was one less worry.

Reaching into his bag, he found the long, hard, singular object he needed. Unlike the rubbery dildo that Regina had used with such skill earlier in the evening, this one was made of a softer plastic and molded to be an exact replica of a cock, complete with a veined underside. Somehow, as he hefted the device, he wished for a much firmer and larger implement. But this was what he had purchased and it would do very nicely for what he had in mind.

Edging forward, he slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. He paused for several seconds to allow his eyes to accustom themselves to the dim moonlight, before quietly placing his paper bag beside the bed. Then, armed only with the single dildo he held and his determination to repay the humiliation the sleeping woman had heaped on him, he jerked the covers back.

Regina's reaction was exactly what he had expected. The woman jerked up, awake, confused and unsure of what was happening. Immediately at her side, he reached out and grabbed her naked body. Her mouth opened in a startled gasp and was just as quickly filled with six inches of stiff plastic dildo. She gagged and sputtered around the thick column of imitation cock, struggling to get away from his grasp.

"Breathe through your nose and relax," he ordered brutally, caring little for the woman's discomfort. "I've decided that we should continue your games here tonight privately, rather than waiting until the morning."

Despite the ponderous mass stuffed into her face, he was sure he heard another startled gasp, as if she were just recognizing the intruder who had crept into her bedroom.

"I really thought you deserved something special for your wonderful hospitality tonight," he chuckled, pushing the impaled dildo back into her face as she attempted to spit it from her mouth. "I said relax! Take it easy and everything will go just fine!"

He reached out and his hand roughly squeezed into a big billowy cushion of titflesh. His fingers sank deeply into the resilient globe, twisting a little.

Immediately she relaxed, moaning piteously around her prick-shaped gag. However, she made no further effort to expel the dildo from her mouth.

"That's better," he whispered, relaxing his firm, squeezing grip on her captured breast. "No one's going to hurt you. We're just going to continue what was happening downstairs. However, now we're going to play my way."

Unsure of his next move, he released the hold he had on the dildo in her mouth, pausing to see if she would attempt to spit it from her mouth. She didn't. And his hands both scooped up handfuls of pliant tit. He squeezed and kneaded the two marshmallowy mounds, playing with them like a child with a new toy.

He rolled them, delighting in their satin texture beneath his fingers. He tugged at them, watching their juggling dance as they returned to their original heavily weighted shape.

"Nice tits," he commented idly as he toyed and fondled the mountainous breasts. "You know you really have nice tits. The kind of breasts a man loves to get lost in."

The dildo-gagged woman beside him was silent. However, he detected the quivering trembles that were shooting through her body.

Then his roving palms made a most interesting discovery.

As his hands moved over the bulging mounds of her tits, his palms inched up the emphatic curves and brushed over her nipples. They were hard and erect, topping each of the fleshy cushions-hard and erect and fat with arousal!

I'll be damned! he exclaimed to himself, grinning widely at the discovery. I was right! The bitch is enjoying it! She's excited! She likes it rough!

His cock jerked from his crotch, transforming itself from a limp penis to a solid pole of lust in a matter of a few seconds. He had known he'd enjoy giving this black-haired bitch a taste of her own medicine, but he hadn't realized just how much he'd dig it. Or how much she'd groove out on it.

Suddenly the whole confusing picture of what Regina Anover was really about was crystal clear in his mind. He had been right. He understood every one of her actions and her need to dominate the people that entered her life-man or woman. It was so damn simple! He had seen the same thing in numerous couples he had met where the woman wore the pants in the family. Regina Anover suffered from the same problem those women had. She needed to be dominated. She wanted to be dominated. But, until now, no one had given her what she desired and craved for. No one had ever spanked her sexy ass, he repeated his earlier thoughts. So Regina Anover had taken the dominating position, punishing those who withheld what she needed, acting out the roles that she wanted!

And domination was exactly what he had in mind. His body was alive with the thrilling arousal of having this voluptuous woman under his control and giving her the sensations that had been denied her throughout her life.

No one has ever spanked that sexy ass! he grinned, knowing where to begin this encounter.

"Roll over," he commanded the naked heiress stretched out beside him in the bed.

He listened to the crisp rustle of fresh sheets beneath her nakedness as she complied with his wishes without protest. Still grinning to himself, he reached over and switched on one of the small lights on the night stand.

Beautiful, he found himself thinking, as his eyes became accustomed to the invading light and focused on the enticing nakedness of the woman beside him. She was beautiful, a fact that he doubted he would ever get over if he spent the rest of his life doing absolutely nothing else than gazing at her.

Her head twisted around and her dark eyes darted to his, filled with uncertainty as to what his intentions were, but flaming with the certainty of lust, which somewhat surprised him.

Again, his hands returned to her body, this time reaching out and gently fondling over the upturned slopes of her hindcheeks. His fingertips could feel the excited trembles of her flesh as his hands caressed the full half-moons of her ass. She shivered and quivered, her eyes fluttering closed, as if content with the soothing touch of his hands.

"Such a damn pretty ass. It's the kind that causes a man's balls to lurch with want when he sees it swishing around beneath a tight skirt. The type of ass you can't wait to get your hands on and squeezing into," he whispered, as his caressing hands lovingly glided around the sleek mounds, setting them to shimmering with excitement. "It's really a damn shame that this beautiful ass needs the hell spanked out of it!"

With that he jerked a palm into the air and swung it down, sharply cracking against the uptilted curves of her rump. Her own body winced on the bed and her black eyes flew open with startled surprise. But she made no attempt to escape him, nor did she make any move to remove the plastic prick shoved a full six inches into her mouth, even though her hands were free and he would have done nothing if she had tried to leave.

Again his hand rose and smacked into the alluring mounds of her ass. The loud pop of his palm meeting the fleshy demiglobes resounded within the bedroom. She twitched under the blow, her eyes locked on him, gleaming with desire.

Over and over his hand rose and fell, slapping into her ass. By the fourth solid wallop, she was groaning wantonly around the device filling her face. Still he continued the forceful swats, watching the creamy white demiglobes of her buttocks blush pinkly as she writhed, then turn red, finally deepening to a decidedly blistered hue, as had his hand.

Without missing a stroke, he switched hands, saving his tingling right hand from further punishment. Again and again his hand swung down and cracked into her rosy rear. She squirmed and wiggled on the bed, moaning and whimpering wet oral sounds.

"This isn't quite the treatment you gave my ass," he grunted as he popped his palm atop her rear mounds, "but it's a damn good start."

She didn't reply, except to writh and squirm some more under the ceaseless barrage of cracking swats.

If there were any doubts as to the effect the ass spanking was having on the woman wiggling beside him, they were dispelled quickly as he ran a hand down between her upturned thighs. She spread her legs without a word from him, giving his fingers easy access to the plump mound of her cunt.

Without any preliminary play, he roughly shafted two fingers into the mouth of her sex. He had misjudged the pleasure she was receiving from his walloping hands. She didn't just groove on it, she loved it! She was hot and wet like a jungle rain forest within the quivering tunnel of her sex.

Her next movement also came without any directions from him. Her hips began to jerk up and down, sliding the clinging lips of her cunt along the embedded digits within her quick.

Responding to her needs, he began to pump his fingers into her cunt, driving them to the limits of his third knuckle. Her moans grew to groans, despite the dildo stuffing her mouth. Her body began to quake and tremble uncontrollably.

Never relaxing the sharp swatting of her asscheeks, he finger-fucked the willing hole of her pussy, ramming the two fingers in and out of the tight folds. She quaked and writhed as his hands brought the full measure of carnal delight to her body. She came!

Immediately, his spanking palm stopped and he carefully glided his fingers into her honey-filled quim in long, soothing strokes. He would have been glad to continue the forceful ministrations of his hands, but at the moment he had other things on his mind. She had gotten her pleasure, now he intended to take his.

Pulling his impaling fingers from the quivering mouth of her cunt with a wet sucking sound, he roughly rolled the black-haired woman to her back. She was still trembling and shaking with the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He reached up and grasped the dildo skewering her face and jerked it free. Her lust-laden eyes, flashed open and she moaned as if disappointed at having to relinquish her oral hold on the device.

"You dug the hell out of that didn't you, bitch!" he grinned lewdly.

The contempt that had burned in her eyes during their first two meetings suddenly flared again, as if she had forgotten her earlier role and had just realized he had found her out, "Why you pompous son-of-a-bitch, just who in the hell do you think..

Pop!

His hand smacked sharply against the padded curve of her hip, with such force that she whimpered and his right hand tingled with smarting pain.

"I'm the man that just spanked your sweet ass," he grinned, then repeated, enjoying her obvious frustration at finding the tables turned on her, "I said you grooved out on having your ass spanked, didn't you?"

"Yesssssss, damn you!" she hissed angrily. "How did you get into my room, you smug bas ..."

"And you liked sucking on that dildo!" he went on, ignoring her comments.

"How did you know!" her eyes flared wide with surprise. He didn't know, just a guess, but she had just admitted that she dug having the device plugged into her face.

"You were imagining that it was a man's prick in your mouth, weren't you?" he pressed his advantage.

"Yesss," she nodded, her eyes meekly drifting down to the sheets to avoid his gaze.

"Well, well," he gloated, "who would have ever guessed that Regina Anover, the man-eater, digs sucking cock while having her ass spanked!"

He chuckled, receiving a cold stare from the woman beside him on the bed. Then her eyes lowered once again.

"Now, I bet you would really get off on a real prick to suck, wouldn't you?" he continued. "A nice fat, long cock for those dick-loving lips of yours."

The anger in her eyes flared anew and her lips parted again to fling some insult at him, but another stinging pop to her hip brought an abrupt end to her disagreement. Instead she nodded and said, "Yesss."

"Then let's see you slide over here and wrap those beautiful lips of yours around my prick!" he ordered.

Without further protest, she scooted around, her naked body hissing over the sheets. Her head moved toward the thick lance jutting from his crotch. Her mouth moved in and she did as he had commanded and wrapped her luscious lips around the swollen length of his cock.

His throbbing shaft was enveloped by the humid warmth of her mouth. Her head waggled back and forth as she enthusiastically went about her oral task. She lovingly caressed the thick column of manmeat with her sweet lips and swirling tongue.

Around and around her taunting oral digit laved over the pulsing circumference of his shaft. Up and down her head bobbed, as her clinging lips sheathed and resheathed the hard rod of his manhood.

"Quite a cocksucker-you're almost as good as Ann." He repeated her own comment from earlier that evening-words she had spoken while his face had been buried in the hot wetness of her cunt, sucking out his own come.

He lied.

This black-haired temptress was twice the cocksucker that Ann was. But his remark hit its target. The mouth firmly planted on his prick doubled its pace. Her head jerked up and down on the shaft she ate, as she fucked her face with the rigid length she lovingly cradled in her mouth.

"You can do better than that," he moaned. "Let's have a little tongue!"

What he got was more than a little tongue.

In fact, it was more than he expected. The sensations of her sucking and licking mouth were exquisite. He wanted to lie back and simply enjoy this fantastic oral dexterity that she so eagerly displayed for his pleasure. But his plans for the night called for more than that.

While the dark-headed heiress worked her dick-loving mouth over and around the stiff length of his manhood, he once more reached to the night stand and found a single button attached to a cord that ran to the wall. It was a buzzer for the servants. He wondered whether it ran to the maid's room or to the butler's quarter. Although it didn't really matter to him. He pressed the button three times in rapid succession, then eased back to soak in the marvelous thrills she was washing on his cock.

It took about two minutes for the knock on the door to come in response to his call. Regina's head attempted to jerk away from his prick, but his hands were on the back of her neck, forcing her to retain the mouthful of cock she was sucking on.

"Keep on eating, bitch," he whispered his order, then called out to the person on the other side of the bedroom door, "Come in."

The door opened and Regina's butler, Robert, stepped into the room. The scene he was witnessing didn't hit him at once. But when it did, he did a classic doubletake. His eyes widened to twice their size and fastened on the naked body of his employer, who was so busily giving head to the man he had held a revolver on a week ago.

Lee shrugged his shoulder in a "what can I say" gesture and then said, "As you can see, Robert, Miss Anover is occupied at the moment. However, I'm to give you her message. Miss Anover would be delighted if you would be so kind as to fuck her while she attends to her cocksucking."

"Sir?" the butler's eyebrows rose questioningly, but his eyes never left the tempting form of the black-haired, naked woman gobbling up and down on Lee's stiff cock.

"I said," Lee repeated, his eyes drawn down to the pair of coal black eyes that burned up from his crotch, "that Miss Anover would like you to fuck her while she sucks my cock."

It was more than the woman could take!

The humiliation of having her servant finding her giving head to a man that had just spanked her ass had been more than she would normally have taken, but for some reason this man, this Lee Parker, was different and she had endured his game. But expecting her to stand still for her butler while he fucked her was something else! Her head wrenched off his cock with a wet smack and she shouted, "NO!"

Lee grinned at her, while his hand, unseen to the butler, slipped beneath the naked woman and roughly squeezed into the pliant pillow of a tit he captured. Regina grunted under the twisting fingers clenching her breast, then was silent, fuming as she stared up at Lee.

"I'm sorry, Robert," Lee grinned up to the servant. "I seemed to have misunderstood. Miss Anover wants to suck you off while I fuck her. Don't you, dear?"

His hand mashed unmercifully into the breast it possessed once again. She whimpered as the exciting thrills of delicious pain and pleasure he created in her body danced through her open nerve endings. Her head nodded and she whispered, "Yes."

"What was that, dear," Lee smiled pleasantly at the woman, while his hand gave her a little extra added incentive. "I'm afraid I missed what you said."

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, waves of aroused goose-flesh rippling along her spine. "I said, yes!"

"Then why don't you turn around and ask Robert real nice if you can give him a wet kiss," Lee grinned at her, giving her tit one last squeezing twist.

She hesitated a moment, then got to her hands and knees and scooted around atop the bed to face her servant. She was free of the man who had invaded her bedroom now, but she did as he had directed her, without really understanding why.

"Robert, Mr. Parker was right. I would like to suck you off," she said, her moist lips glistening their invitation to the butler.

Robert was unable to answer. He stood dumbfounded at his employer's words.

But Lee said, "Take it out for him, dear."

Again, Regina did as she was told without really knowing why. Her fingers were trembling as they reached up to the butler's fly and eased down his zipper, exposing the whiteness of his boxer shorts. Two of her fingers wiggled into the opening. The servant standing above her groaned as her fingers slipped around his penis.

The bastard, Lee mused as he watched a pleased smile raise the corners of the man's mouth. I really shouldn't be this nice to him! After all, he was more than willing to blow my head off the other night!

When the man's prick finally came free of his trousers, it was already at half-mast. For moments, Regina's fingers toyed with the semilimp tool, working it upward to a full gorged lance of lust.

The lucky bastard! Lee repeated, as he watched Regina's head lift and the pink, snaking length of her tongue curl out and wash over the head of the other man's prick. He had not wanted to relinquish the woman's mouth. And now, he had given it to another man. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind.

Around the swelling thickness of her servant's glans, the black-haired heiress ran the caressing tip of her tongue. The man standing before her shuddered with the featherlike touch of ecstasy. Over and under the knobby crown, her expertly laving oral digit swirled, igniting the fires of desire within the man.

As Lee watched, his own balls afire with the recent workings of her mouth, her lips puckered and she pulled the thick slab of manmeat downward. Her lips and the butler's cock met, then the swollen rod vanished into her face. Her cheek hollowed as she eagerly sucked at the fat piston of sex.

The servant's hips began to move. Back and forth he eased himself, in and out of his employer's face. Wide-eyed, he watched as the swollen column of his cock completely disappeared into the woman's mouth, then glided out from her lips, glistening with her moisture of her saliva.

He would never have thought this could happen to him. He never even allowed himself to think such thoughts at night when he was alone in his room with nothing more than his hand to satisfy the needs of his loins. But it was happening! And the marvelous feel of her mouth and tongue was unbelievable.

Losing herself in the virile feel of cock, she no longer cared that the man she was giving head to was her servant. Instead she sated herself on the wonderous feel of him. He was so hard and demanding under her tongue and lips. Yet, at the same time, his prick was so soft and smooth. A most delicious combination and a combination she relished.

Up and down her head bobbed, as she pouted on and off the swollen column of sex impaled within her face. Around and around her tongue swirled, licking at the unyielding firmness of his thickness. Deeply, she let the surges of his pelvis invade her mouth, accepting his ponderous size as he slid between her lips, nudged at the back of her throat and then delved into her throat, trying to touch her tonsils.

She sucked at him, drinking away the abundant ooze of preseminal fluid welling from the pinprick mouth of his cock. She nibbled at his fatness, delighting in the arousal moans that were wrenched from the man's throat. She licked, feeling the quivering trembles that raced through his body.

Meanwhile, behind her, Lee rose and crawled into position. Her thighs opened to him, revealing the up-tilted mouth of her snatch. The lips of her labia were slightly pouted in her arousal, showing him their pinkness and wetness.

Grasping his cock with one hand, he easily guided the throbbing lance into the upturned slit of her cunt. His hips jerked forward, sinking his full rigid length into the warm pocket of her cunt. His movement also sent the woman forward, completely impaling her on the fleshy rod of her butler.

"Ohhhh! Ahhhnnnarrgghhh!" she groaned under the double impact of two manly bodies.

Her whole body quaked with an awareness of cock. She was getting it at both ends. And she was loving it! Her mouth sucked and licked at the fatness of her butler's cock, while her pussy squeezed tightly around the thick column entrenched within its grateful folds.

The extraordinary tightness of her cunt grabbed at him, trying to capture the aching length of his swollen shaft. Despite her earlier protest, no matter how small, there was no doubt in his mind that the woman was now digging the hell out of her double skewering of prick.

Forcing himself to think of other things, he plowed himself into her willing body. His balls were fiery with his need for release, but he didn't want that. At least not right now. And not in this clinging cunt. His plans for the night called for other things and another woman.

Right now, he wanted but one thing. To fuck the woman he had ordered to suck her butler's cock until she came. Then, he'd worry about his own needs.

He erupted in a series of hard, deep-driving thrusts that sliced in and out of the tight confines of her quick. He threw himself into her, grinding his pelvis into the uptilted curves of her buttocks. He slammed into her pussy, trying to drill his prick into her hidden womb.

Simultaneously, she was doing similar gyrations on the cock nestled in her face. Up and down her head waggled. Her lips sheathed tightly around the swollen thickness of the shaft she gobbled up. Her tongue laved and washed around the thick column.

The man standing before her groaned. His testicles gave up the heavy load of sperm and semen they contained and hot rushing fountains gushed into her mouth.

Hungrily, she accepted the offering of his seed. Over and over she swallowed, drinking his come, relishing its steaming taste as it scalded over her tongue.

His prick jerked and jumped around within her mouth, jetting out the thickness of his cream. She sucked and sucked, milking at him, draining his balls of their lust and desire. He groaned and shuddered as she ate him, ate him like no other woman had ever done.

Then, her own body was quaking. The fleshy pole that was plummeting in and out of her cunt was taking its effect. Her thighs were throbbing with their glowing need. Lee plowed into her body in ramrod-ding strokes. His hips thudded into her ass. She bucked and twisted around on him, never releasing the still firm cock she sucked on.

Realizing her nearness to climax, Lee's hips whipped out, lashing his engorged cock into her cunt. Harder and deeper, he shafted into the cling-hole of her passion. He whipped at her, sending her on that skyrocketing ride of pleasure.

She came!

Squealing and moaning and groaning around her mouthful of prick, she came! Her body was blasted into the oblivion of ecstasy. Her arms and legs shuddered and weakened. Her body finally collapsed to the bed. The cock she had so willingly eaten flopped out of her mouth as she was lost in the tremors of delight.

Unseen by her lust-clouded eyes, her butler staggered back once her oral hold released him. Her voracious mouth had been more than he had planned on. His knees were quaking and trembling as he thudded clumsily into a wall behind him and leaned there panting.

Lee's prick had also been wrenched from the collapsing woman and stood jerking from his crotch, shining and glistening with her pussy juices. She had come just in time, he admitted to himself. Another second or two within that edacious cunt of hers and he would have been lying on the bed with her, emptying his own come into her body.

Taking a moment to regain his composure and strength, he turned to the butler and smiled, "Miss Anover thanks you, Robert. Now she wishes to inform you that because of your services tonight, she has decided to give you tomorrow off. In fact, she requests that you leave the house tonight."

The butler weakly nodded, realizing that this man and his employer wanted a chance to be alone.. "I'll be out of the house within fifteen minutes."

"Make it ten, Robert," Lee said.

"Ten minutes, yes, sir," the servant agreed, then forced his still shaking knees to function under him. He opened the door and left.

Lee turned back to the woman still trembling on the bed. Her dark eyes had opened and she was smiling up at him. A far different picture from the one she had presented earlier that night. No longer was there any contempt in her eyes, only the misty look of grateful satisfaction. The look of a well-fucked woman.

"You dug getting two cocks at once, didn't you?" Lee grinned, knowing that he now held the key to the passions of Regina Anover.

Her smile broadened and she nodded. "I liked yours the best ... but you didn't come. I didn't feel you coming in me."

"I'm saving that for later," he said curdy, trying to keep himself in the role of the conqueror. "I think I'd like to see if you could take three cocks at once!"

Her eyes opened wider, somewhat confused, but willing to take whatever this man decided he wanted of her. "But you sent Robert away and ..."

"Stand up," he ordered, ignoring her remarks.

She scurried to obey him.

As his hands closed around the dildo he had deposited on the night stand, her mouth automatically opened to accept its six inches. He obliged by stuffing the device back into her face. She groaned and shivered with arousal, as he gave the artificial cock an added twist or two.

Then he reached down and retrieved another device from a paper bag at the side of the bed, a bag that she had not noticed until his hand reached inside it. This new device consisted of two broad leather straps, one that obviously was fashioned to go around her waist and the other designed for her crotch.

Attached to that second strap were two dildoes. However, rather than pointing outward, the two rubbery-looking columns jutted inward. She now understood what he had meant when he had said he wanted to see if she could take three cocks at once. The device he held was custom-made to service both her ass and cunt at the same time. She shivered with excitement as he slid the crotch strap between her legs.

"Spread your ass," he commanded.

Trembling with anticipation, she did as he told her, reaching behind her back and separating the jutting demiglobes of her hindcheeks. With the same brutal force with which she had earlier speared her dildo into his rectum, he shoved the thick rod of imitation prick up into her unprepared ass. Again he twisted the dildo, enjoying the weak whimpers that muffled their way out around the device crammed, into her mouth.

The third spike of plastic dildo went into its socket easily, filling her still quivering pussy. He strapped the final leather band around her waist and buckled it.

"Now, get on the bed," he commanded.

She did, stretching out on her back, even though the action painfully forced the fat plug skewering her rear deeper into the recesses of her bowels. She shivered with excitement as he carefully examined his handy work.

"We'll continue this in the morning," he said simply, repeating the words she had spoken to him in the den earlier in the night. "That is, if I return to find you exactly as you are now!"

Her dark eyes stared at him, questioning.

"Meanwhile," he continued. "There's a blonde down the hall who needs to remember what a man's cock feels like. I've saved up a full load for her and I've got a lot of time to make up."

Without further comment, he switched off the light and left the room.

Regina listened to his padding footsteps as they disappeared down the hall. She heard the metallic click as he opened the door to Ann's bedroom and entered. The door closed. Alone in the dark she listened, trying to hear what was happening in that room she now wanted to be in, but she was unable to discern a sound.

Instead, she turned her mind to thoughts of the coming morning and the promise he had left with her. She tensed and relaxed the muscles of her body, accustoming them to the feel of having every hole so wonderfully packed. For the first time in her life, she felt full. And in the morning, she would once more have the first man that had taken her. Trembling and quivering with excitement, she lay there, waiting for him to return.

ELEVEN

Regina pushed herself up in the bed, relishing the feel of the three stiff devices still packed into her body. The morning light was flooding the room and the hands of the alarm clock on her dresser were pointing straight up.

Noon, she repeated to herself, greatly disappointed that Lee had not returned yet. He'll be back, she told herself, easing back to the bed.

The night had gone faster than she had expected and her excitement had only increased. Occasionally, she could hear a muffled squeal of delight coming from down the hall, which did nothing to lessen the arousal that coursed through her. He's giving that blonde bitch what he promised me! She had moaned to herself, then remembered his promise and tried to relax. But the images of his thick cock gilding in and out of Ann's cunt haunted her. A cock that she now wanted and ached for.

The opening of a door cut into her thoughts. She strained, listening to the padded footsteps that came slowly toward her room and stopped. The doorknob twisted and the door swung in. Lee stepped into the bedroom.

Smiling to himself, his eyes briefly surveyed the portrait of submission she presented. She had remained just as he had left her. He had been correct about her need for domination-something he was only too willing to give.

Meanwhile, Regina's eyes were also taking note, centering their interest on the flaccid length of prick that dangled sleepily at his crotch. He was slick and glistening with moisture. Juices that she knew had been stirred within Ann's pussy-rather than her own. Her stomach sank. He had promised! All this waiting for nothing!

"Get to your feet, bitch," he ordered her sharply.

Her eyes flared with anger and she lay there staring at him. He had promised and now she was finished with this game. Her hand rose to her mouth, set on pulling free the dildo he had placed there hours ago.

A clenching, twisting hand on her wrist stopped her. "I said get to your feet!"

He wrenched at her arm, dragging her from the bed. Stumbling for her balance, she was pulled behind him down the hall to Ann's room. The younger woman was still in the crumpled bed she had shared with Lee. Her hair was in tangled disarray and her face blushed pinkly, giving testimony to her recent sexual fulfillment. Even the firm cones of her breasts rose and fell in labored heaves.

"Slide around so we can take a good look at your cunt," he ordered the blonde.

Almost mindlessly, the younger woman obeyed, scooting around in the bed and spreading her legs wide. Regina's eyes darted to the damp, matted tuft of golden fur between her thighs. Seeping from the pink, pulsing slit of her sex was a steady stream of creamy viscosity, the abundant, oozing evidence of Lee's recent release. Regina's eyes rose to Ann's. The blonde was smiling with smug satisfaction.

Abruptly, Lee's hand jerked to her face and wrenched the stiff tube of plastic from her mouth. Her jaws ached with relief at the removal of the ponderous mass she had cradled in her mouth all night.

"Eat her cunt, you sex-loving whore!" he growled, roughly shoving her to the bed.

Stubbornly hesitating, she was quickly moved as Lee's hand swatted her rump, sharply cracking the rounded buttocks and once again reawakening her need for sex. She wanted him. She had waited for him. But, apparently, she wasn't going to get him. Instead she was going to have to sate her lust with the come-filled pussy laid out before her on the bed.

"Eat it!" Ann's urgings chorused his commands.

Climbing onto the bed, she crawled on her hands and knees between the other woman's legs. The strong, arousing odor of their recent coupling rose to her nostrils, a lusty bouquet that only stirred her needs higher.

He's paying me back for last night, she shivered, remembering how she had made him drink his own come from her cunt. He's making me eat another woman that he's taken!

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt that she should be disgusted, but she wasn't. Instead the thought thrilled her. He was making her eat another woman! It was an act she had enjoyed all her life. But this time it was different. A man was forcing her to do it. There was the excitement-force. She loved it!

Thrilling in the quivering trembles that jumped around within her body, she slowly lowered her head between Ann's thighs. Lovingly, her tongue curled out from her mouth and tenderly caressed the girl's thighs. Atop the soft, velvetlike texture of the woman's skin, something she was more than familiar with, there was something new, a slightly saline taste. She shivered realizing just what the taste was, the mingling of his sweat and Ann's-perspiration that had come from their lovemaking. Her tongue swooped down in broad licking strokes, as she trembled with growing arousal.

"That's it," he whispered his approval from behind her. "Take it nice and easy. This woman's been good to me tonight and now I want you to show her the same consideration!"

She nodded, tenderly maneuvering her tongue into the tangled, curly down of the girl's pubis. Again she tasted him-a taste she had sampled on two occasions now and a taste she was discovering a growing fondness for.

To each side of her face, she felt Ann's hands reaching down and politely grasping the mossy mound of her cunt. The girl's fingers pulled the lips of her labia open, offering the deep, pink gash to the other woman's mouth.

Regina accepted. Her tongue swirled out and dipped into the spongy, moist cleft. His taste was even stronger here. Each swiping lap of her oral digit wiped up the heavy drops of his come, as well as the sticky thickness of the girl's cuntal juices. She savored their mingled flavors. It was fantastic!

Eagerly, her tongue delved down, drilling into the waiting pocket of her pussy. Ann groaned, but she paid little mind to the girl. Instead, she was set on draining and swallowing down every drop of the liquid that flooded the girl's cunt.

"Slowly," Lee's voice came again. "I said take it nice and easy. I want Ann to enjoy this."

Immediately, Regina's laving tongue slowed to a lingering caress. Ann's whimpers of mounting arousal filtered down through her own oral sounds. The girl's hips twitched and writhed as her oral digit circled with marvelous slowness around and around within the quivering folds of her vagina.

Regina quivered, fighting the urge to stab her tongue in and out of the wanton hole she dined on. Her own arousal was growing second by second. Was it possible for a woman to come simply by giving head to another woman, she wondered. She knew that some men were so excited by eating pussy that they came without any stimulation at all. But she had never heard of a woman doing so. However, between the two hard prods of dildo still crammed into her cunt and ass and Ann's pussy, she felt that she would be nearing the point of climax within seconds.

She wasn't the only one excited.

Standing behind her at the side of the bed, Lee stared down, watching the two women so obviously enjoying the pleasures of their bodies. His prick was no longer a limp, dangling hose of sleeping flesh, but a fully aroused length of hard and ready cock.

The first time he had seen these two women together his balls had been turning flip-flops. Now they were doing all sorts of strange and exciting gymnastics. No longer was he the servant to them, but they were serving him. Doing as he commanded and loving it!

The choices the two naked women presented to him only caused his testicles to twist around some more and ache. To begin with, Ann's definitely inviting mouth was wide open and her pinkly blushing lips writhed sensually, more than willing to accept the thick, needy shaft of his prick. Then there was Regina's cunt. Hot and tight and so fully capable of accommodating the needs of a man. Her pussy waited for him and all he had to do was unstrap that one broad leather bind round her waist and extract the artificial cock he had shoved into her hours ago.

Of course, there was the black-haired heiress's ass. His cock jerked and jumped at the thought. She had brutally poled her dildo into his ass last night. Now, it was his turn to repay the favor. Only his schemes called for a cock; a hard, swollen, aching cock!

Mounting the bed behind the woman so busily lapping and sucking at Ann's snatch, he reached out and roughly grasped the two pillowlike cushions of her upturned rear mounds. Her body went rigid and a wet-sounding gasp of pleasure moaned its way round the mouthful of pussy she ardently ate.

Squeezing hard into the smooth, rounded half-moons of flesh, he drew an aroused moan from the woman knelt before him and an equally pleased groan from Ann, as Regina's tongue swirled rapid circles around the trembling walls of her cunt.

For several minutes, he just stood there, kneading his fingers into the resilient pads of her asscheeks, working the sleek flesh until it glowed a bright, exciting pink. Harder and harder he squeezed, enjoying the quivering quakes of gooseflesh that flowered up and down her back as his ministrations moved the two poles of imitation cock wedged within the wanton orifices of her body.

Then his hands glided to her side and the small gold enameled buckle at her waist. Fumbling with the wide strap of leather, he eventually managed to free it from the clasp. His fingers then moved on to the thick dildo packed into her rectum.

Regina's groans gurgled up from Ann's crotch, as he slowly extracted the hard tool from the well of her rear, twisting it as it came free. She whimpered as the ponderous device suddenly was gone, leaving her feeling empty and hollow.

A sensation that last only a matter of moments!

Leaving the cunt-skewering dildo in place, the man positioned himself behind her on his knees and once again reached out and took hold of the warmly glowing mounds of her ass. His fingers started their hard kneading and the fat crown of his cock nuzzled against the curves of her hindcheeks, smearing a clear trail of preseminal fluid.

Taking a firm grasp on the demiglobes of flesh, he pushed up to them, pulling the broad rounded cheeks apart. There, in the deep crease of the raven-haired woman's ass, was the target he sought. Slightly red from an all-night skewering of rigid dildo, the tight ring of her anus quivered in anticipation of what would come next.

Sliding forward on his knees, he moved in for the impalement of hot, throbbing cock. The gorged head of his prick jerked and bobbed with excitement as he pushed firmly against the puckered mouth of her ass. The keen edge of her mounting arousal was transmitted through her body into his fingertips.

Smiling with lewd determination, he pulled the plump mounds of her ass farther apart and slowly began to move his hips inward.

Big and hard, she felt him pushing at the entrance of her bowels. Never missing a stroke with her cunt-caressing tongue, she forced herself to relax. A task that was easier said than done. She wanted him-her excitement was quickly racing toward full pitch. To relax was nearly impossible. But still she tried, quivering with the prospect of having him finally entrenched within her.

With steadily increasing pressure, the fat head of his shaft pushed into the drawn ring of her anus. Harder and harder, she felt the "demanding force behind the stiff prodder that urgently sought entrance into her body. She felt her flesh depress around him without opening to his prick. She trembled and quivered as the cincture of her anus shivered and started to give way.

Then he was there!

Swollen and thick the plumlike crown of his cock shafted into her rectum. The slick coating of Ann's vaginal juices-the same fluids she now so readily lapped and sucked away-on his prick saved her from the torturous searing of her bowels that would have normally accompanied such an entrance.

Inward, the engorged staff of his sex slithered. Hot and massive, he drilled into the squeezing channel of her ass. She was tight! Unbelievably tight! He moaned as the silken walls of her rectum closed around his rod, caressing it in pulsing desire. This woman was fantastic! Her mouth was a chalice of oral pleasures. Her cunt was made for the stiff presence of a man. And now he was in her ass. The sizzling heat and viselike tightness of her rectum was indescribable. She seemed to suck at him, trying to draw him into her, balls and all. Her ass was like a hungry mouth that couldn't stuff itself with cockmeat fast enough! Involuntarily, his hips lunged forward, sinking the last two inches of his dick into the volcanic heat of her rectum.

Her whole body was jarred under the sudden impact of his crotch. She lurched forward and her face was buried in the honey-coated mouth of Ann's pussy. Licking and lapping, she ate up and swallowed the gushing flood of womanly fluids flowing within the hot hole of the girl's body, trying to prevent her own suffocation.

His cock moved within her. Outward he came, easing from the seething recesses of her back, inch by inch. Her whole body was alive with the need for sex. She trembled and quivered. She moaned between the warm, wet lips of Ann's cunt. Still, the engorged length of his prick slid from her.

With only the sensitive head of his cock buried within her ass, he once more eased inward. The round channel of her rectum opened to him, accepting the unyielding course of his sex wand. Gazing down at the sexy union of their bodies, he watched as each inch of his pulsating shaft disappeared up her back.

Skewered! Once more he had drilled into the depths of her rectum and she was fully skewered on the rigid pole she had dreamed of all night. He had promised her this! And now, he was giving it to her.

God! she groaned silently. Big! He's so damn big! I feel like a ripe melon about to be split by a sharp knife!

But there was absolutely nothing sharp about the swollen column of mansex fully entrenched in her body. He was unbending and thick. He throbbed and jerked and she could feel every minute movement of his cock. She could feel and savor the tremendous size of his sex. Her body screamed out for him to take her as she had taken his ass last night-hard and rough!

Which is exactly what he had in mind!

After those first two strokes, which he had graciously allowed her, to give her a moment or two to accustom herself to his size-and which was more than she had given him-he wrenched his hips outward, searing the fire of lust through her ass. She whimpered piteous little cries of delighted pleasure, then drove her tongue to its limits, into the girl's cunt she ate.

Roughly, with abandoned recklessness, he slammed back into her body. New waves of seething desire burned within her rectum. She squeezed at him, trying to hold the desire-laden pole of his manhood within her bowels. She had no effect on him, except to increase the urgency of his exit and plunging reentry.

Her body bucked forward and again she buried her face in the heated mouth of Ann's pussy. Her tongue lashed out, knifing into the quivering folds of the blonde's vagina. She groaned and moaned, her body pleading for the vigorous ass-fucking he was now administering with expert skill.

Again and again, he reamed his way into the searing confines of her rear channel. Over and over, she accepted the massive size of his cock, worshipping each deep-grinding stroke of his pelvis. Around and around, her tongue lapped within the cunt it possessed.

The high-pitched moaning grunts of Ann's release came first. Writhing and twisting around the heat rooting into her crotch, the blonde came. Her body was caught in the fantastic blasts of flesh tremors. Her hands clenched into the sheets beneath her, desperately seeking some support in the face of the hurricane winds of pleasure that raged in her body. But she found none and fell thrashing to her back, completely racked by the agony of release.

The blonde's climax only increased the fire that burned in Lee's testicles. Hunching hard into the kneeling woman before him, he rammed his cock full hilt into her ass. She too would have gone sprawling on the bed had it not been for his hands still grasping the cushions of her ass.

Instead, she took every forceful ounce of his lunge. Free at last of the hungry cunt she had delightfully licked, she groaned out the high-voltage pleasure of his jackhammering thrusts.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged in between the bestial grunts that were driven from her throat.

In and out, out and in, his engorged shaft sluiced into the silken pocket of her rear. Her whole body burned with passion. Lust controlled her. She ached, she wanted, she groaned, she begged, she bucked and she came!

Blasted into the orgasmic oblivion of desire, her lust-laden cries of pleasure filled the room. She collapsed on the bed, panting and groaning. Her body was caught in full earthquakes of pleasure.

Refusing to be unseated from his bucking mount of womanflesh, he followed her and fell to her back. His hips jumped and jerked. His balls opened the gates to his seminal reserves and a rush of sperm and semen came blasting forth. Gush after hot gush of come erupted out, scalding her throbbing rectum in a bath of creamy man-fluids.

Together, the two women and the one man lay entangled atop the bed, groaning and panting. For several undisturbed minutes none of them moved. Then Lee slowly pushed himself from atop the bed of quivering flesh he was on. The black-headed woman beneath him whimpered as the deflated hose of his cock came dragging out of her ass.

Rolling to his side, he grinned. Two completely naked and deliciously desirable women were sharing his bed. Both dug sex whether it be with a man or a woman! Both dug the hell out of being made slaves to his will. It was the stuff sexual fantasies were made of and he damn well intended to make full use of his position.

Glancing down at his sleeping prick, he smiled to himself, then looked up to Regina. The dark-haired heiress had turned her head to him. Her eyes were filled with the misty, incandescent gleam of a satisfied woman. Whether or not she would ever admit that she dug the new things he was teaching her body was another thing, but, at the moment, he was sure there wasn't a thing she loved more than the cock that had fucked her ass. The same cock that he wanted in the warmth of her mouth.

"Woman, you've improved quite a bit since last night," he smiled at her. "I think I'd like to see if your oral abilities have gotten any better."

That was all that he needed to say. A broad, hungry smile rose at the corners of her lips and she immediately crawled between the open spread of his thighs.

With the same voracious alacrity, her lips opened widely and she scooped up the limp length of his cock. Her head bobbed as she gobbled at his fleshroot. Her tongue and lips were a fantastic team as they washed away and swallowed down the traces of her ass left on his prick, then got down to the serious business of sucking him off.

TWELVE

He moaned under the persistent ministrations of Regina's doubletiming lips. To say she was a woman that knew how to use her mouth to the fullest measure would have been an understatement.

Her tongue wildly snaked around him, a worshipping oral digit that swirled over his length, setting off new thrills with each loving lap. She sucked at him, her lips smacking wetly in a show of definite approval.

Within a matter of minutes, he felt the old familiar stirring of lust growing in his loins. In throbbing little motions, his cock once again began to raise its head. Buried within the warm, humid chamber of her mouth, he came to life, until his full length stood hard and ready in her face.

Immediately reacting to the stiff root she had created with her oral teasings, Regina's head began to bob up and down on him. She slid along his shaft, her lips pouted and straining white with the intensity of her suction.

He could have sat there all day watching her work on his cock, but there were two women on this bed. He glanced at Ann, whose eyes were glued to the edacious actions of the other woman, following every greedy move of her mouth on his cock.

Reaching down, he pulled her head away from his crotch, "Enough! You've had your share of prick for the moment. Now, it's Ann's turn."

Disappointed by his decision, but unprotesting, Regina scooted to the side and allowed him to maneuver across the bed to the blonde who was stretched out and waiting. Sliding atop her body, his prick found the fully prepared mouth of her cunt and he slid deeply inside her still quivering vagina.

Knowing that Regina's eyes were focused on their every action, his body moved slowly, pumping in and out of the clinging cunt that accepted and welcomed each thrust of his body. This is how it had been that first night he had found Regina and Ann together. Only this time, Regina was the one who waited and wanted, as he had done that night.

The recent draining of his testicles made it easy for him to prolong the slow fucking of Ann's greedy cunt. He served up each stroke with deliberate slowness, slowly easing her body to the heights of carnal passion.

When she finally came, groaning and thrashing beneath him, he blasted another load of come into her pussy. Then, as before, he ordered Regina to lick her clean. The now-willing servant scurried between the other woman's legs and immediately began sucking and licking up the thick fluids of his release, swallowing them with relish.

And, as before, he ordered Regina to suck him up again. With the same willing vigor, the woman gobbled up his root and had him throbbing and hard within a few minutes-minutes that were desperately needed for the last phase of Lee's conquest.

When he again eased her lips from his stiff rod, he ordered her onto her back. She immediately complied. For a taunting second or two, he gazed at the voluptuous picture of wanton desire she presented, at the silken domes of her ample tits and the trembling of her eager thighs. Then he moved to her side.

Without speaking a word, he lowered his head to hers, his mouth covering her lips and his tongue darting into the haven that had seconds ago cradled his cock.

She came to him, pressing the warm curves of her body to his. She writhed slightly so that the heavy globes of her breasts pushed their stiff nipples into his chest, as if trying to dig little holes in his flesh.

He was in no rush. He wanted her to need and want him this time: to want him for the pleasure he could give her body, not because of the rough treatment she desired. He wanted to make love with her, rather than fuck her. He wanted this to be a shared experience of giving.

As their tongues continued the taunting dance of arousal, her hands slowly crept down between their bodies, eventually wedging their way between their pelvises. Her fingertips met the pulsing length of his cock and closed around the pole of manhood.

As if she understood his unspoken desires, her fingers tenderly fondled the fleshy bludgeon. There was no desperate gripping or demanding jerks, only soft, playful, loving caresses, as her fingers explored every inch of his shaft and then gently toyed with the rock-filled sac dangling between her legs.

His own hands were far from motionless. Like hers, his fingers had crept to the soft fur bushed over her venus mound, then encountered something hard and solid. It was the dildo he had stuffed up her pussy last night. He had completely forgotten about it. Easing the imitation cock from her body, he replaced it with an inquisitive finger that easily slipped into the juice-flooded channel of her cunt.

The velvet-rippled wall of her vagina closed around the digit and her hips pushed upward, rubbing her lovemound into his palm. With restrained languor, he eased his finger in and out of her welcoming pussy. Using the delving digit to slowly bring the wanton desire within her to a shimmering boil, he ran another fingertip up along the parted lips of her outer labia. His fingertip lightly brushed the aroused, extended nubbin of her clit. She moaned, low and passionately, pulling her lips from him.

"Please," she begged. "Please, I want you inside me."

It was a request he had no intention of denying.

He rolled atop her, sliding between the open spread of her sleek thighs. Her hands guided his cock home and he sank into her, burying himself in the liquid warmth of her vagina. They rocked together, moaning in unison as the pleasure of their coupling washed up from their loins and filled them.

Needing leverage for what he now planned, he pushed up from her, supporting himself on his outstretched arms. The lust-laden lids of her eyes slowly pushed open and she stared at him, the jet blackness of her eyes alive with the flames of desire. Her lips parted and she sighed, long and satisfied.

He began to move. With calculated, fingering slowness, he eased from the shelter of her belly, then slithered back into her a fraction of an inch at a time. His technique was a taunting torture that awoke every nerve within her cunt so that she felt even the slightest twitch of his prick. Likewise, he savored the fantastic sensations of her clinging cunt opening to accept him.

Joined at their heated cores, his hips pulled gently from her, easing his swollen shaft out from the deep well of her sex. Using the trained muscles of her vagina, she squeezed at him, clutching and caressing the engorged circumference of his cock. She clung to him, flowering out as he withdrew.

Then he stopped his upward path and paused with only the pulsing head of his dick twitching at the entrance of her belly. She moaned and with the soft insistence of her fingers fondling the taut boulders of his buttocks, pulled at him. He descended, sliding gratefully back into the sheathing haven of her cunt.

Over and over, he repeated the slow-motion sluicing of her pussy, delighting in the pleading whimpers that rose in her throat, begging for him to increase his thrusts. But he refused, forcing her to relish the sensual sweetness of the ever-growing sensations of her body.

Set on his steady course, his hips rose and fell in a teasing rhythm. Likewise, her pelvis picked up his pace, slowly writhing under him. Her well-fucked ass hissed over the rumpled sheets that made their bed. The shimmering domes of her breasts quivered and trembled as the thrills that were accumulating within her loins, slowly swirled out and suffused through her whole body.

Still moving in his slow, deliberate pace, he added a new measure to his movements. Shifting his hips to one side, he eased down into her body. The thick, swollen mass of his glans pushed hard against one wall of her cunt, stretching the resilient folds before him. When he withdrew, his hips once more shifted to the opposite side, dragging his prick up the other rippled wall.

Again and again, he repeated the taunting agony of his slithering thrusts. The woman beneath him writhed in ecstasy as the engorged head of his cock nuzzled its way up and down within her throbbing cunt. She moaned and groaned. Her head rolled wantonly on her shoulders. Her lips twisted in pleasure.

Then his hips abruptly increased their momentum. He glided in and out of her body. The sudden change of pace drew a deep contented gasp from her lips.

Her hips hunched upward to meet the swiftly descending thrust of his cock, swallowing its adamantine length in the tremendous groove of her pussy. She squeezed around him, rippling the muscles of her vagina, then releasing him as he pulled outward.

"Good!" she grunted. "Good! It feels so damn good!"

It did! There was no way for him to deny that. She was tight and when the velvet-covered muscles of her pussy clamped around his throbbing prick, she only got tighter. She matched every stroke of his hips with her pelvis, fucking him as he fucked her.

The next move was on her part.

As abruptly as she had increased the gliding thrusts of his cock, she suddenly jerked her legs upward, wrapping them around his waist.

With the next drive of his hips, he seemed to drill at least an inch deeper into her cunt. It was fantastic. The angle of his entry had increased, allowing him to plummet into unexplored depths of her belly. He groaned and trembled, jerking his pelvis upward, then thrusting back into her deeply sluiced quick.

When her hips began to rotate, the sensations tripled. Around and around his aching shaft, the loving walls of her pussy rippled. She caressed him, sensually fondling every inch of his rigid offering of sex.

Again, his hips twitched and he upped the tempo of his rapid poling of her body. She matched him, twisting and rocking beneath the man stretched out above her.

In and out, the fat piston of cock skewered into the mouth of her belly. Squeeze, relax, squeeze again. The gyrating folds of her cunt worked over his erect length like a third hand.

Out and in, he drove down on the willing woman under him. His unbending column of sex speared into her body. He jerked and twisted, rocking his firm presence around within her.

Together they groaned, their passion mounting second by second.

Up his hips wrenched and her ass bounced on the bed under them. Down his pelvis dropped and up she bucked, surrounding the plunging rod of his cock with hungry pussy. Again and again their bodies met, slamming together wetly and loudly.

Rocking and bucking, he filled her with every fiery inch of prick he had to give. She took him and squeezed her legs around his waist, writhing as he pounded into her body. They groaned and moaned and panted and grunted.

Her hands tightened on his ass, her fingers digging desperately into his flesh. She pulled at him, jerking his body harder into hers. Faster and harder, he forced his pelvis to rifle down into her cunt.

He fucked, ramming the pulsating length of his shaft up into the constantly trembling well of her belly. He fucked, his hips jackhammering with the growing urgency of his expanding balls. He fucked, feeding every ounce of pleasure he could into her voracious body.

She took him and returned every sensation she could provide. She fucked, gripping the sliding column of his cock with all her might. She fucked, bucking and hunching hard into the man above her. She fucked, her cunt sucking at the unyielding shaft that her being centered on.

Higher and higher, they soared, their bodies screaming out the pleasure of the mounting sensations that sizzled through the white-hot nerve endings of their bodies. Harder and harder, faster and faster, their bodies raced on in reckless abandonment.

Together, they came, their bodies reaching the overload point and unleashing the sheer ecstasy of sensual delight.

Grunting with the bestial power of her release, she writhed and thrashed beneath him. Her cunt and thighs throbbed and exploded, setting free a flaring sunburst of carnal pleasure. Her universe flashed in a swirling nebula of colors. Faster and faster they raced, melting into a glowing white fusion of satisfaction. Every cell of her body seemed to be shattered and reassembled, melting and fusing together again and again. And within her, she felt the hot gushes of man cream that rushed into her contracting vagina.

He couldn't believe it! Despite the strain he had placed on his seminal reserves during the past twenty-four hours, his balls burst forth with another raging flood of come. Hot and steaming, his release pushed up his throbbing cock in a tight knot of desperation. Outward, it raced, finally jetting free, its volcanic heat scalding over the hypersensitive surface of his glans.

He jerked and twitched spasmodically as spurt after spurt of sheer pleasure erupted from his prick and splattered into the contracting channel surrounding him. He emptied himself into the woman beneath him, coating the walls of her cunt with his seed, then filling her until the white fluids of his loins seeped from the pink lips of her labia and wetly oozed from, her body.

Clinging desperately to each other, they rocked and quaked and trembled, slowly drifting into the soothing satisfaction of sexual gratification. For what seemed an eternity, neither man nor woman moved, neither wishing to disturb the complete union of their bodies that they had achieved. But eventually, nature took its course and his thoroughly drained cock slowly deflated and slithered from her belly.

Rolling to his back, he found that Ann was only too willing to clean off the traces of his and Regina's lovemaking from his cock. Likewise, the blonde repaid all the wonderful cunt-lapping Regina had given her, by ducking her head between the black-haired woman's legs and sucking away every drop of sperm and semen she could find.

THIRTEEN

It had been easy enough to get Ann out of the room for a moment, to give him time alone with Regina. At the moment, the blonde was downstairs preparing breakfast for three. However, Lee had decided that only two would share the meal this day. He had no intention of staying. He had accomplished what he had come for.

He glanced at the thoroughly fucked woman beside him on the bed. She was still the most desirable woman he had ever met and she sure as hell knew how to use that fantastic body of hers. It would be hard to leave. But that was exactly what he intended to do.

"You've won the battle," Regina whispered, before he could announce his leaving.

He shook his head, "The battle, perhaps. But I want no part of the war."

"What?" a perplexed expression spread across her face, as he pushed away from the bed.

"I'm not staying any longer," he said flatly.

"Why?" she said unable to comprehend this sudden change in him.

"We're too much alike and yet we're on the opposite ends of the spectrum." He shook his head again. "Both of us have got to have our own way, I guess. I dig the hell out of having a woman that's ball-crazy. You fit the bill on that count and so does Ann. Two women ... it's a hell of a tempting offer, but it wouldn't work. I like sex when it's shared, I don't like-to have to fight for it. And if I stayed, that's exactly what I would be doing. Day after day, night after night, you and I would be fighting to control the other ..."

He paused and glanced at her again. Her face was still masked in confusion. She couldn't believe what he was saying.

"... Don't get me wrong. The domination scene is fun. I could really groove on it occasionally, but not every day," he went on. "And it's damned apparent that I get turned on by you and Ann together, but I won't fight you for Ann. Like I said, we're at the opposite ends of the spectrum. We could have a fantastic threesome, but somehow I just don't see it working, not as long as you and I are fighting for domination of the other."

He paused again, "It's really too bad ... really too bad."

He turned to her, as if for one last comment, but he just smiled, then turned and left the room to retrieve his clothes from the den.

In a daze, Regina sat on her bed, unable to move. Somewhere in her confused mind, she heard the door to the house open and close and the engine of his car start. Forcing her legs to work, she crossed the room and stared out the window just in time to see him pull away from her house.

"What's going on?" Ann's voice came from behind her. "Where's Lee?"

Regina turned and stared at the blonde, shrugging her shoulders, "He's gone."

"Gone?" Ann pushed. "Why? Where did he go?"

Still puzzled, the older woman shook her head, "He just left, said that he and I couldn't get along, basically."

Ann said something else, but Regina didn't hear her. Was Lee right? Was she unable to share her love with someone-could she only use her body as a method of dominating another person? Maybe he was right. Ever since she was fifteen, she had used her sexuality as a power to get what she wanted. She had used her body as a tool to manipulate and control those that were attracted to her. No one had been able to stand against her. She was Regina Anover and Regina Anover got what she wanted.

At least that was the way it had been until Lee. Only Lee had stood up and fought back. Only Lee had shown her what she was really looking for. And now, he was gone!

Just like that! He had come into her life, said, here it is woman, then he had taken it away. Perhaps, he was right. Perhaps, she was no more than a spoiled child. A little spoiled brat of twenty-nine years, who needed to grow up. Share, is what he had said. Share was something she had never done. She took. All her life, she had done nothing except take, take, take. He was right. It would be impossible for them to share a relationship.

Or would it? Images of Lee and Ann and herself flashed through her mind. He was right, it would be a good threesome, but it was impossible.

Or was it?

"Ann, get dressed," Regina ordered her companion, then stopped in mid-sentence. No, that's the wrong way to start this off! If I'm going to do it, I've got to do it right! She began again. "Ann, I'm going after him. Lee said something about you and him and me making a good threesome. I'd like to give it a try and I'd like you to come with me, that is, if you want it to. If not, then I guess I'll try and talk Lee into giving me a chance by myself."

"Do you really want me?" Ann asked, suddenly realizing what had come over the woman who had become her master over the past weeks.

"Yes," Regina nodded, for the first time recognizing the fact that she really wanted the younger woman for more than a sexual plaything. "Yes, I want you with me. In fact, I need you there."

A wide smile spread on Ann's face, then she hesitated. "But what about Lee?"

"He came here after you, didn't he?" Regina assured her.

"Yes! Yes, he did." Ann's grin returned. "I think we'd better get dressed!"

"I think you're right," Regina laughed. "I know one man that's going to have one hell of a time trying to get rid of us!"

Quickly as they could, the two women slipped into their clothes, then headed downstairs. They had made it to Regina's car before the older woman turned and raced back into the house.

Moments later she returned, carrying a paper bag and two purchases the man she was seeking had left behind. Two purchases she hoped that he would find a good use for when they eventually caught up with him.

The End



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