Chapter 1

From the very first time that Patty Logan laid eyes on Ace Simms, she had been attracted to him.

She recalled the first time that she had met him. Patty had only been working for several days at the auto supply store where she was employed. Ace was a motorcyclist by hobby and a garage mechanic by trade, and worked at a garage just a few miles from the auto supply store. Patty remembered the circumstances well. She had just split up with her boyfriend, the only man who had done anything more than pet with her in her entire life. His name was Mike and she had hoped that he would marry her. Eventually he told her that it was his intention to live the life of a swinger, and he offered to continue living with her under those conditions. This angered Patty greatly, and after a wild argument she moved out.

That was several weeks earlier, and on every occasion when she had seen Simms, Patty's heart had throbbed.

Ace was a tall, muscular man with a wiry, black beard. He wore form-fitting T-shirts through which one could see his sinewy biceps bulging. He wore tight-fitting blue jeans as well, along with black motorcycle boots, and even though Patty had never been attracted to a man like him before, she wondered just how unique it would be to get involved with a tough motorcyclist and garage mechanic like Ace.

Even though he had eyed her beautiful body appreciatively many times, Ace had never made a move toward the lovely nineteen-year-old redhead. This one afternoon, however, he came in feeling extra good. She immediately smelled the marijuana all over his clothes. His eyes rolled a little wilder than usual and contained a certain degree of redness.

"Hello there, Patty," he began with a smile.

"Hello. What can I do for you, Ace?"

"This is all I'm buying today," he said, holding up the spark plugs which he intended to purchase.

"That's a small order for you."

"I know. Things have been going a little slow at the garage. Of course, we've been doing other things," he chuckled. "Like smoking a little grass."

"So I can smell," she laughed. "You'd better not let any policeman get a whiff of that."

"Yeah, guess you're right," he laughed nervously. "Say, I'm getting off work in another hour. How's about me picking you up on my cycle? I'd like to give you a ride on it anyway. We can buzz on out to my pad, baby. How'd you like that?"

"Well, I suppose I could," Patty said.

"Good, then I'll see you then."

Patty could hardly believe what had happened. The man of her private fantasies had actually asked her for a date, and would be arriving back at the auto supply store in just an hour.

As Ace left, Patty's boss, a protective, white-haired man who liked to regard her as a daughter, looked at her and frowned.

"I'd leave that one alone, if I were you, Patty," he said.

"Why put down Ace?" she asked. "For one thing, he's a very good customer."

"I know he is. I'm grateful for that, but I can't say that I value his personal qualities. You're a nice girl, Patty. Stay away from a guy like that."

"I think he's exciting," Patty smiled, walking away.

The man shook his head, recognizing that the cause was hopeless. Patty was going to fend for herself.

When Ace arrived back at the store, Patty was already waiting outside for him. He zoomed into the parking lot, bringing his cycle to a quick halt, laying some rubber in the process.

"How about the wild things I can do on this bike?" he grinned.

"You're really something, Ace."

"Hop on back, honey. I'll give you a nice ride around town."

For the next half hour, Patty was obliged to hold on for dear life. Ace took all kinds of chances, weaving in and out of heavy Friday-afternoon traffic. A few times cars honked their horns. When that occurred, Ace would give the driver or drivers the finger, then curse them out.

"Up yours, mother," he yelled more than once.

When the ride was over, Ace took Patty to his house in a small residential district not too far from the garage where he worked. By the time that Patty got off his motorcycle, her body was in a limp state. Her heart pounded with anxiety from all of the close shaves she'd had. Her face was pale as she looked over at Ace, who grinned nonchalantly.

"You look sick or something, honey," Ace said. "What's wrong?"

"What you just put me through. I can't believe it."

"Hell, just having a little fun," Ace chuckled. "Come on inside. We'll smoke us a little weed and have ourselves some fun."

Even though she was a little wary of a further involvement with Ace, Patty still felt this surging attraction for him. She walked into the house with Ace, sitting down on the living room sofa as he sat on the rug and rolled a marijuana cigarette.

"You smoke much grass, honey?" he asked.

"Me and my ex used to," she acknowledged.

"You were married?" Ace asked.

"No, I was just shacked up for a while."

"So what finally happened?"

"We split up a little while ago. I don't care to talk about it."

"Fine with me. So you've got no attachments at all right now."

"I'm as free as a bird."

"I like that," he chuckled. "Fine. Okay, free bird, you can smoke some grass with me."

The more marijuana that Ace smoked, the wilder the expression became in his eyes. He finally jumped up from the rug and turned on his stereo player, playing some acid rock sounds.

"I love those sounds," he said. "Makes me feel damned wild. I'm a real wild man, honey."

Since Patty was less accustomed to smoking grass than Ace, it took much less marijuana to get her stoned. As she sat on the sofa, she at first became almost numb, falling into a daze, after which she then became animated with excitement. Her eyes rolled in a state of frenzied joy as she began to sing along with the music on the stereo unit.

"That's what I like, a girl who can have some fun," Ace said.

When Ace finished taking the last puff of his marijuana cigarette, he ground it out in a nearby ash tray, then stood in the center of the room.

"I feel like giving myself a little freedom," he said.

Patty watched as Ace ever so boldly removed his T-shirt, flexing his muscles.

"This is just the beginning," he told her when her eyes widened with excitement. "I'm gonna strip off everything. You're gonna see that hot muscle between my two legs. That's what really counts in the final going."

Now Patty watched as Ace slipped down his jeans and stepped out of them. She observed his muscular, hairy, tree-trunk legs. He reached out and made a grab for his shorts, which he slid down his legs and off of him. Now he stood there completely naked, and as he did, he reached out with both hands and began to slide his fingers ever so proudly up and down the full length of his huge, erotic cock.

"Just look at the size of my prick," he pointed with great pride toward his stiff shaft. I like this dick. It's been damned good to me. I've had lots of fun with it, baby. Loads of fun. I'll bet you'd love to jump in the sack with me right now."

"This is all so sudden," Patty gasped. "I really don't know what to say about all this."

"You don't have to say anything," he chuckled. "Just lie there. Just stretch out on that sofa. I'll take care of the rest."

Patty watched as Ace moved his hulking body forward, walking swiftly toward her. Her eyes remained focused on his hard, desire-filled cock. She knew just how much excitement flowed within his body, and she was experiencing ambivalent feelings toward Ace at the moment. One side of her wanted to embrace him, but the other held back. She wasn't used to being around men who acted that boldly.

Ace sat down next to her on the sofa, reaching out and beginning to unbutton her dress.

"Relax your body," Ace barked out a loud command. "You're too stiff and excited. Just relax a little, baby. Let me take your clothes off. Let me strip you clean. That's what you want. You want your body completely naked. Just like mine. Your eyes are telling me that you want me to take you. I know damned well that that's what you want. Okay, so that's what you're gonna get. We're gonna fuck. We're gonna have ourselves a beautiful fuck. I'm gonna force you to do all kinds of things. Things that your boyfriend might not have done. I have a hunch you've never really been fucked."

Within a few moments, Ace had succeeded in removing Patty's dress. He noticed how quickly her body shook.

"I told you to relax," Ace said. "Come on and relax. I'm gonna get the job done. Not only that, but you want it done. You know damned well you want to get fucked. I can see it in your eyes. It's written all over them. So just hang loose, honey. Hang real loose. We're gonna have ourselves a nice screw."

Ace removed Patty's dress completely, then reached out and made a grab for her bra. He un-snapped it, then tossed it casually to the floor. As he did, he observed her well-proportioned breasts. Ace immediately noticed their firmness and sought to reach out and touch her breasts. His fingers pushed forward, grabbing hold of her warm, excited tits. He moved his fingers with superb grace, driving them throbbingly as they pushed against her warm, excited tits.

"Ooooh, what a pair of tits," he sighed. "I like touching them. I like running my fingers over them. Damned, ooooh, I like to squeeze hot tits."

The harder that Ace squeezed, the greater the amount of pain that he registered throughout his lover's body. Even though Patty's breasts were turning red from all of the pressure that Ace was bringing to bear, she was not about to complain. Patty enjoyed the finger activity much too much. Even though it might have hurt, she was being dominated by this huge, hulking, bearded motorcycle addict.

"What a set of knockers," he gasped. "Do I ever love holding onto them."

After Ace had received an abundant amount of thrills from running his fingers over Patty's tits, he reached down and made a grab for her panties. He held on tightly to her elastic waistband and snapped her panties ever so casually against her stomach.

"I like snapping these panties," he laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, I love it. It's part of the process of dominating you, sweetheart. Ahhh, I love dominating a chick like you. It's such a challenge. I knew damned well you wanted me, and I knew damned well you'd never had a man like me. So this is just perfect. Just the kind of opportunity that I want."

He snapped the elastic several more times against his victim's stomach. After that he clutched hard against the waistband of her panties, sliding her panties ever so eagerly down her legs.

"Ahhh, this is gonna be some fuck," he said. "Are we ever gonna cut loose."

As Patty stepped out of her panties, Ace dropped down ot his knees. He moved his right hand forward, ever so quickly allowing his fingers to begin probing inside of his lover's slit.

"Ahhh, I'm inside you," he said. "I want to keep fingering you. I want to keep pressing my fingers inside of your hot snatch. I'm gonna work them real nice. I'm gonna excite you, baby. You're gonna be off pretty soon. Yes, you're gonna be off."

"This feels good, ooooh, ahhh, it feels good," Patty panted, her hips swaying back and forth as he ever so rhythmically controlled the action with his fingers.

"Of course it does," Ace said. "I know what I'm doing when it comes to giving a chick a good fuck. I'm gonna keep moving my fingers inside your hot pit.

I'm gonna drive my fingers real nice. I'm gonna push them in there until you juice."

Ever so eagerly, Ace kept on moving his fingers forward, allowing them to manipulate against Patty's rust-colored vaginal hairs, then inside of her pink, slippery slit. The more rapidly that his fingers drilled against her snatch, the closer that he ultimately moved her toward the point of orgasm.

"Ooooh, you've got me so close," Patty sighed. "I love your finger stroking. Come on, Ace. Keep it going. Ohhh, keep fingering my clit."

His sturdy, resourceful fingers ever so steadily probed inside of her nest. A few quick, twisting finger stabs later, the juices began to pour from her pussy and into his hand.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," she sighed. "Ooooh, ooooh, ahhh, I love it. Baby, ohhh, you did so well. Your fingers are so beautiful. Ohhh, you know how to stroke with them. Baby, you really know how to grind them. You really know how to work your fingers." .

When he removed his fingers from her mound, Ace decided that it was time for him to get some wild cock action. He stood up in the middle of the rug, jerking up and down on his stiff prick for several minutes.

"Just look at it," he said proudly. "Tell me if that isn't a beautiful cock. Isn't that a great-looking love stick? What do you think of it? Isn't that some kind of rod?"

"It looks so beautiful," she sighed. "Then come on over here," he commanded. "Get down on your knees. Come on, on your knees."

He reached out with both hands and gripped his lover's head. Ace had huge, powerful hands, and the more pressure that he applied, the greater the amount of pain that his victim felt.

"I said on your knees," he ordered with mounting impatience. "Come on, just get down there on your knees. I want some action. As a matter-of-fact, I demand some action. I demand it and you're gonna give it to me."

He kept on panting as his victim slipped down on her knees. Patty's naked body quivered with mounting fear as she remained on her knees, awaiting his next command.

"Reach out and grab my dick," he barked. "Come on, grab it. Hold onto it nice and tight. Then I'll tell you what to do after that."

Patty felt helpless in the clutches of this passionate but very demanding man. She couldn't help but think at that moment of what Ace had said. He had boasted that he would thoroughly dominate her, and now he was doing that very thing.

"Just hold on tight to my prick," he said. "Come on, hold on real tight."

The tighter that she pressed against the foreskin of his penis, the wider the smile that surfaced on Ace's lips. He was basking in the enjoyment of the swift, exciting contact that was taking place between himself and his beautiful victim Patty.

"While you're playing with my cock, start sucking my balls," he said. "Come on, I really want your tongue to go to work. Just start pushing it nice and fast. Work it against my hot nuts. Come on, suck my testicles. I expect it. I expect the best. I expect some quick movements. Come on, work your tongue. Press it against my hot balls. Baby, really let your tongue work. Slide your tongue. Slide it against my balls."

Her tongue went to work against his testicles. Back and forth it ever so carefully registered, driving with grace against his enlarged, excited scrotum. The more rapidly that her swift, twisting tongue worked, the more excitement that he felt inside of his hard, thick shaft, which was moving ever closer to the point of a wild climax.

"Okay, suck me a little faster," he said. "I want you to step up the pace, baby. Work your tongue. Come on, really slide it. Plant it against my balls. Really plant it. Suck my nuts."

Ace gasped loudly as he pushed his fingers even more tightly against his lover's head. As he held on fervently, she moved her tongue even more quickly than before, intimidated by the force that he was applying.

"Okay, turn loose of my balls," he said. "Now I want you to start sucking my cock. I want you to start running your tongue up and down my long, hot dick. Really start sucking me. Come on, I want a good cock suck. You can give it to me. You've sucked my balls, and now you can suck my cock."

Even though Patty was not all that familiar with the science of cock sucking, she was not about to hesitate in terms of giving Ace exactly what he wanted. She had only sucked her ex-boyfriend off on rare occasions, and generally those acts of fellatio had been very tame. But now she was with a hot, panting man who was demanding the ultimate, and she knew that it was imperative to provide him with the ultimate in the way of sexual desire.

"Eat my cock," he said. "Come on, let your tongue sweep. Ooooh, come on, suck my hot staff. Move your tongue up and down my prick. Come on, really eat my pecker."

Her tongue began to ever so carefully probe against the tip of Ace's cock. It was her intention to work into the sucking gradually, but Ace immediately had other ideas.

"You can go faster than that," Ace declared with impatience. "Come on, start working your tongue up and down the full length of it. Don't concentrate just on the tip. I want you to suck my hot stick. Move your tongue up and down that thing. Really work it. Come on, I want you to give it a wild workout."

Ace kept gasping and sighing as his helpless lover began to work her tongue up and down his long, inflated pole. The quicker that her tongue maneuvered against his stiff organ, the closer that she worked him to that ultimate point when all of the juices would cascade from the end of his hard, steely prong and into her mouth.

"Keep sucking it," he declared. "Come on, you're gonna get all the juice out of it. You're gonna eat my dick. Come on, go after my prick juice. Baby, come on, eat it. Yeah, eat every drop of my shaft. Come on, go after it."

Her tongue kept on moving with exhilaration, and suddenly she was discovering that her inhibitions were leaving her. Even though she had been highly fearful at the outset of sucking her lover's cock, all of a sudden everything was falling into place and she was learning to enjoy each and every quick, skillful effort that she put forth with her swift, vigorous tongue.

'That's the way to do it," he panted. "Okay, now you're gonna swallow the stuff. You're gonna eat every drop of it. Come on, honey. Swallow. Come on, swallow. It's gonna shoot. The hot stuffs gonna really spill out of there. It's gonna gush. It's gonna gush out of my dick. It's gonna splash inside your mouth."

Her tongue began to slide up and down his hot, agitated peter. His tree-trunk legs shook and he heaved a deep sigh as he shoved ever deeper into her mouth.

"Here I go," he gulped. "Come on and swallow the stuff. Go get every drop of it. Ooooh, come on, suck it out. Suck out my hot stuff. I want you to swallow it all. Come on, don't let any of it get away."

His thick, white liquid began to shoot from the end of his hard, torrid stick. It kept on splashing as it made its way inside of Patty's mouth.

"Hang onto it all," he commanded. "Come on, I want you to suck out all the stuff. Come on and eat it. Eat it raw. Eat my cock stuff."

He reprimanded her sharply as some of the droplets rolled down the left side of Patty's mouth and hit the rug.

"Come on, that'll never go," he said. "I want you to swallow it. Come on, go after that peter juice. Suck out my peter juice. I want you to go after every bit of it. Come on, eat it. Eat my cock. Come on, eat all my cock drops."

His hips rocked back and forth as he watched the juices spray out of the end of his hard, fiery phallus. Ace couldn't help but feel proud of himself to observe the dedicated way in which his lover slurped up the hot juice, her quick tongue moving back and forth as she corralled the droplets of his wild orgasmic flood tide.

When it was all over and Patty was able to remove her tongue from Ace's cock, he looked at her with great satisfaction and nodded as he stood there with his hands on his hips.

"That's what I like," he said. "Somebody who can really suck cock. Of course, I sure as hell brought it out of you."