Chapter 1

In all of his advertising copy writing, Reid Hartley felt torn between trying to be honest while, at the same time, selling the products he wrote about so that Mr. and Mrs. America would rush to their neighborhood stores and buy everything from toothpaste to brassieres, from chewing gum to toilet paper. It was a tough job but, even though it paid well, sometimes he wanted to chuck it all and say "fuck it." Also, sometimes he ran out of ideas. Sometimes he went dry. So now he sat working in the beachfront Malibu cottage, hoping this three-week "working vacation" might restore some of his old glibness that had taken him to the top of his profession.

Dr. Smacko toothpaste whitens those teeth... brightens that smile... fetches sex contacts beyond the user's wildest dreams... opens the doorway to orgies, promotion on your job, raises the I. Q., eliminates all dreaded diseases and will even enable you to become a concert violinist if you so desire. Yes, just few brushings with Dr. Smacko and you too can perform in Carnegie Hall. Sound fantastic? Well, folks, it's really remarkably easy....

He was kidding now, of course-bullshitting because he could not think of a goddam thing to say. He was completely out of gas and he just sat there writing ridiculous ad copy to pass the time. In a way, it was relaxing.

In your new 'Way-Out-Front bra, you'll be a new woman. Married? Your husband won't even recognize the flat-chested broad he married! Single? Well, girls, you can casually nudge eligible males with those nicely contoured mammaries -tits-(thanks to 'Way-Out-Front) and bring them to instant orgasm. Yes, those well-built and totally desirable millionaires you've been trying to attract will achieve instant orgasm -literally come in their pants and want only you... you... you! Have the most beautiful set of tits in your neighborhood... in the universe! Buy 'Way-Out-Front and score!

The noise of the typewriter keys was becoming unbearable, and the rattan-furnished room seemed to be closing in on Reid Hartley, ex-ace copywriter. He withdrew the sheet of paper from the typewriter, wadded it up, and threw it in the waste basket. Then he went over and stared out at the sea. Whitecaps curled futilely in the dusk and he stared at them as he listened to the boom of the surf. The sound reminded him vaguely of the sounds of the New York subway he had known as a boy, except, of course, here there was a breeze and solitude and loneliness. And failure. He sighed, disgusted with the way the advertising campaigns were going.

Three months ago he had quit his job at the Murdoch Agency and switched to the Luben Agency. The switch, he had thought, would bring about the necessary jolt he needed to return him to his former "creative" self. Ha! Shit! The Luben Ad Agency, it had occurred to Reid, would offer more in the way of interesting and challenging campaigns. They had more and better accounts.

But he was still in a slump. The campaigns he had devised had not gone that well. In fact, out of the past five campaigns-all key accounts-three had been rejected, and the two that were acceptable had proved only adequate. Barely passable. So now he was in trouble at Luben's and growing weary of working under pressure and growing criticism and all that made up the advertising business. It was as though he had never before in his life devised a successful campaign and never would again.

Reid stood a moment longer, staring at the sea. Then he slipped on his canvas jacket and fled from the room. It was a pleasant evening-cool, but not too cool-and he walked along the beach, shoulders slumped, scuffing his tennis shoes in the sand, hands in the pockets of his jacket and thought: All right, the ad campaigns have not done as well as expected but you're free. Actually, you don't have to go anywhere in particular. You don't have to be anyone in particular. You were successful for a while-very successful -and you've got plenty of money in the bank. So why tear yourself up? Relax, baby, relax. You don't have to humble yourself to anybody. Nobody. Screw 'em.

He passed a few people on the beach and wondered if they thought he was a bum and, for just a moment, he wished he had a long, navel-length beard. Suddenly he straightened his shoulders. Damn it, he thought, there are plenty of good campaigns in me yet.

He had walked perhaps a mile when he came to a huge cluster of rocks. At night, the beach was usually fairly dark, only the porchlights of the beachfront houses illuminating small patches of sand, but since recent muggings (rumor had it that a body was found near the rocks a few months ago) a kind of floodlight had been installed up near the coast highway to light the rocks at night. The rocks presented something of an obstacle. Reid went up the incline to the highway and walked another quarter mile or so until he came to a small antique shop. He would have passed the store but he sighted Mona Seagram, a beautiful brunette with long, straight hair. Mona could not be over eighteen, maybe younger, and he barely recognized her. It had been nearly two years since he had last seen her. She was the daughter of wealthy Cecil Seagram, the head of a rival ad agency Reid had been friendly with for several years. Reid had heard she had dropped out of college, much to her distinguished father's disappointment, and had taken up a somewhat "artsy" life.

Reid entered the shop and stood studying her from a distance. Yes, he was positive it was Mona Seagram-the same Mona Seagram who had blatantly played sex games with him when she had been only fifteen!

He vividly recalled that afternoon in the Seagrams' backyard swimming pool. He had been divorced barely a year, and Mona's father had invited him over for the afternoon to discuss enlisting him in the Seagram Agency. Cecil's offer had been a good one, but he had been reluctant to make a change. Things were going too well where he was. They had been chatting out on the patio and watching the already voluptuous and extremely well-developed Mona paddle about the pool in her skimpy bikini, when Cecil received an urgent telephone call that had taken him away for several hours. He had promised to be back as soon as possible, but his absence proved just long enough for his delectable young daughter to lose her virginity. Mona's mother had passed away while Mona was a little girl and so there had been absolutely no interference that afternoon. None whatsoever.

As soon as Cecil Seagram had departed, young Mona had emerged dripping from the pool and flopped into the lounge chair beside Reid. "You're nice-looking," Mona had said, running her eyes peculiarly over his body.

He had thought her forwardness mere naivete or a product of his imagination at first, but he was soon to learn differently. "Thank you," he had said. "That's a very nice compliment to pay an older man like me."

"Older?" she had repeated, smiling coquettishly. "You're not as old as my daddy."

"No, no," he said. "I guess not." He wondered just what her father's age had to do with their conversation. Embarrassed yet, despite himself, he found himself sexually drawn to this young beauty. He restrained himself mightily. After all, she was the daughter of Cecil Seagram and he knew he dare not permit himself any hanky-panky with the daughter of a man who was a giant in the advertising game. With effort, he avoided staring at her ripe curves, the full breasts with the nipples so apparent through her wet bikini halter.

"Have many boyfriends?" he found himself inquiring. "I imagine you have quite a few male admirers?" He laughed nervously, aware that his inquiry was not without sexual implications.

"Admirers, yes," she replied. "Boyfriends?" She shrugged. "Who needs them? I-I have Daddy."

"Well, yes, naturally," Reid said. "But that's not quite the same, is it?"

Then, staring directly at his crotch, she blinked her long lashes and said, "Isn't it?"

Her boldness had his heart pounding insanely. Could he possibly be misinterpreting her meaning? Was she suggesting something incestuous with the highly renowned and distinguished Cecil Seagram? And why was she staring directly at his prick that way-her eyes filled with a lust and desire incomprehensible in a girl of her tender years? In spite of his efforts at control, he found his rod growing within his bathing suit, jutting up and protruding hard against the cloth so that it was painfully apparent. He crossed his hands on his lap to hide his full erection and directed his attention at the landscape, the city of Beverly Hills below, at anything that would dissipate his aroused organ.

"I can see you're twice as big as Daddy," Mona said. "You don't have to hide it. I think it's pretty. Would you take it out so I can see it?"

At first, Reid had been dumbstruck by her directness. Finally, when he had regained his composure, he managed to say, "Mona, I don't think this-this kind of conversation is proper between us. Your father, I'm sure, would not approve."

She broke up, giggling, and then went over and sat down beside him. Their bare legs touched and, once again, Reid felt his hard-on jerk to its full length. "Daddy's been playing around with me for years," she said, stroking the bulge in his bathing suit. "Ummm, you do have a nice big one, Reid. And it's so-so hard. Yes, Daddy and I have lots of fun playing with each other. I mean, he doesn't actually stick it in-at least not in my pussy-but we play lots of fun games that feel nice and he taught me how to come and feel all tingly and I jack him off sometimes and watch his stuff spout out-just like a whale. Do you spurt just like a whale, too?"

Once again, despite himself, Reid could not remove her hand that caressed his scrotum. Her fingers were running maddeningly over his scrotum, tickling the length of his rigid shaft and fondling its dribbling head. He could feel the dampness, the slippery feeling of semen between his abdomen and the head of his bone-hard penis as the young hand massaged and worked with incredible experience. So the dignified and respectable Cecil Seagram had been fooling around with his own daughter for years! His brain told him that this delicious young thing beside him was lying, but her experienced fingers removed all doubt.

She removed her bikini top then to let him stare at her twin, ripe titties and her small hand continued its mission of pleasure. "Nobody can see us here, Reid," she said. "Honest. We can do anything we want. Absolutely anything. I told you that Daddy never actually stuck it inside me. I-I'm simply dying of curiosity. Would you be the first one to show me? Please?"

When Reid spoke, his voice was all trembling. "Do you approach many of-of-your-father's friends this way?"

She shook her lovely head. "No, you're the first. I wanted to wait for the right one. Would you fuck me, Reid? Would you show me what it's really like? Daddy just does it to me in the bottom and-well, it sort of hurts even though he uses Vaseline. When he just puts it between my legs but doesn't really stick it up inside, it nearly drives me crazy. It may feel good for him, but it just frustrates me even though he finishes me with his finger and makes me come."

There was pathetic, pained look on her beautiful features. "I'm sort of virgin who isn't a virgin, if you know what I mean. I guess Daddy's afraid of making me pregnant, so he never sticks his thing inside me, but he's used a vibrator that looks sort of like a cock on me a couple of times. What I mean is, I wouldn't bleed or anything. You could-you could get your cock in me, all right."

"Oh, my God," Reid said, covering his face with his hands.

Mona, her bare titties glistening in the sun, tugged at his trunks and in a moment she had them down to his knees and was staring enraptured at his hard-on while rolling it between her soft hands. "It really is a beauty, Mr. Hartley," she said. "Prettier than any of the dollies I ever had."

Why she suddenly reverted to calling him by his last name, Reid did not know. He only knew that he was going to do everything Miss Seagram desired and more and he hoped to sweet Jesus her father didn't return home while he was doing it. God, no. Anything but that! Still, he rationalized, Cecil Seagram was more at fault than himself. Cecil Seagram had indoctrinated his own daughter to the world of sexual delight without permitting her the ultimate delight. Cecil owed it to his daughter to fuck her, correct? Of course. He, Reid Hartley, was merely fulfilling the game the dirty old man-the genius of the advertising business-had begun. And if Cecil Seagram should arrive and find his daughter getting fucked and sucked, just what the hell could he do about it? Not a goddam thing....

"I want to kiss it the way Daddy likes it," she said. "Okay?"

Reid reached up and began kneading her firm, young breasts. "Okay," he gasped. "Whatever you say."

"I've been just aching to do this to somebody besides Daddy," she said. "This is going to be something I'll never forget. I just know it."

She dropped to her knees beside him then and held his legs close to her cheek. Then she slowly began folding his enormous penis, rubbing it against her hot cheek. He could not get the idea from his mind that she was about to munch on a male cock other than her father's for the first time. He, Reid Hartley, would be the recipient of all that Cecil Seagram had patiently taught his daughter. In a way, it would be a kind of initiation-no, a post-graduate course. She began kissing his erect organ, kneeling there beside him under the afternoon sun, and he watched as her full lips showered his rod with wet kisses.

"Mona," he breathed, trying valiantly for the last time to dissuade her, although he would probably have gone insane if she had stopped, "this-this isn't necessary." He began lifting her, trying feebly to pull her away from his aroused organ before she committed herself completely. "You-you really shouldn't be doing this, Mona... it... isn't-"

He broke off as she took the full length of his prick into her mouth, so that it seemed to descend down deep into her throat, and began nursing, nibbling at the big head, kissing his balls and fluttering her tongue up and down until the engorged rod became like a rock-hard salami in her mouth. She backed away briefly and stared at the giant, erect hunk of meat lovingly. "Oh, I wish you had been the one to teach me," she whimpered. "I wish you had been the one to teach me instead of Daddy."

"Nobody... ever had... to... teach you anything, Mona," Reid moaned. "God, you must have always known... you... had to... you always knew."

It was true. She was, as they say, a natural born cocksucker. He began tugging at the back of her head, setting the tempo, running his big hands through her still-damp, dark hair as he fucked her hot, lapping mouth. She was kneeling there, worshipping at the altar of his penis, drawing his big prick deep into her throat, moving slowly at first so that he could watch his glistening organ rub against the folds of her full lips as it penetrated and withdrew, slid noisily and wetly in and out of her starving mouth. "Suck, baby. Suck," he said.

Cecil Seagram, I love you even if you are a rotten son of a bitch, he thought. The last remnant of his earlier reluctance vanished as Mona's soft young hands groped gently at his testicles and her head began bobbing faster, increasing the speed of her mouth slipping back and forth over his foreskin and down as far as she could go toward the thick base of his stiff prong. "Mona, baby. Oh, yeah," he murmured, not thinking about her father, not thinking about anything except the hungry mouth that was driving him out of his mind. "The best ever, baby. Oh, yes... suck it hard... yeah...."

Now Reid clutched Mona's head hard with one hand and palmed her indented cheek with the other, clutched her desperately, harder, harder still, as she worked feverishly to bring him to completion. Once, she glanced up at him as though to check his facial expression, to be certain she was performing the service to his satisfaction. Then, satisfied that her laving tongue was delivering the pleasure she hoped it was, she resumed her labor once again with even greater intensity. She sucked harder, harder Reid guessed than she had ever sucked any cock before, including her father's.

Reid began rotating his hips frantically, gyrating and driving pistonlike into the tight, wet mouth, slamming his prick home mercilessly again and again, while the nymphet dining at his genitals mewed. Her saliva and his love fluid were dribbling down her chin and onto his hands that squeezed her breasts. It was likely that this would be the one and only time he would ever stick his cock into this young mouth and, even though he knew he was taking advantage, stealing this orgasm from her tutor, her father, he wanted to make the most of it. Besides, she loved it. He could tell. Her father had developed her latent cocksucking ability to a virtuoso state. She was incomparable! He had never felt anything like it before. She knew just when to slow, when to speed. She knew all the sensitive places. She knew when to twirl her tongue, when to move it horizontally, vertically.

It was pitiful to think that this girl who had been instructed so patiently, nurtured to this state of unique skill, would one day no doubt practice her art on a mere youth-an unappreciative boy who could not possibly appreciate her. Whoever the lucky youth was, he hoped he appreciated her! Good God, yes! Oh, yes!

Suddenly, while the currents of unspeakable pleasure surged through his body, he hated every male who would ever enjoy Mona Seagram. Now, yes now, he was getting ready to spew his sperm, let it go gushing forth. The signs were unmistakable. Actually, for the past few minutes he had felt as if he were experiencing one continuous orgasm-so intense was the pleasure.

She seemed to sense his approaching orgasm, for her throat opened and her tempo speeded in anticipation. Miraculous! he thought. Here was a girl who had begged him to fuck her, pleaded with him to show her how a real prick felt inside her vagina, and yet she was so well trained by her father to deliver delight, so attuned to the male's, need to complete, to finish now if he pleased, that she was willing to forego her own desire for his! She was drawing on his organ as though it were a flesh straw. It was apparent that she was ready and willing to drink his fluid if he so desired. He was tempted. But just for an instant. With a mighty effort of self-control, he tore her mouth from his bursting prick before he came and lay panting, staring at her closed eyes and still nursing mouth.

"Let's go inside," he said, trying to calm himself. "Let's go inside someplace soft... where we can fuck. You-still want to fuck, don't you?"

"Oh, yes," she said, opening her eyes. "I'm-I'm dripping wet. I've got to know. I have to know. I want your cock inside me, Oh, yes!"

He took her by the hand, then remembering, removed his trunks entirely and led her inside. It was cool, the air conditioning humming almost inaudibly inside the luxurious house. "There-on the couch?" he asked, his cock still stiff.

"I'll get a towel," she said, and literally ran from the room. In a moment, she returned with a king-size bath towel and spread it on the couch. Then, like a child anticipating a trip to Disneyland or some exciting new experience, she lay down so that her buttocks were squarely in the center of the towel. "Okay, I'm ready," she said.

In spite of his excitement, Reid had to smile. "Mona, dear," he said, "it isn't a matter of just-just sticking this thing inside you. If you don't mind, there should be certain preliminaries."

"Oh, yes-sure," she said, sitting up. "I-I didn't mean for you just to-jam it in. I'm so excited I guess I'm acting crazy. Forgive me?"

This time Reid knelt down beside Mona. He smiled. If this was to be her first actual fuck, he wanted it to be a good one. First fucks were important, whether for male or female. No question about that. A first fuck could influence a arson's sexual outlook for a lifetime. "Yes, I forgive you," he said. "You're beautiful, Mona. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm told I'm pretty. Everybody says so. It must be true."

With one hand, Reid began gently massaging her breasts and, with the other, he lightly stroked her thigh and toyed with the hem of her bikini bottoms. "No, I didn't say pretty, Mona," he breathed. "I said beautiful. Men probably dream of fucking you. What you're about to give me is important, my gorgeous pet. Neither of us will ever forget it. I just hope I make you happy. You have a delectable body and you're gorgeous and ripe beyond belief."

He went on that way-talking to her as he petted her, preparing her. He wanted her cunt juicy and receptive. He wanted this delicious girl's first screwing to be a beautiful thing for her. He had not planned to make love to the daughter of his friend, but she had pleaded and he had become aroused and now he could not turn back. He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she weren't apprehensive... he wondered just what was on her mind....

God, he's really going to do it, Mona thought. He's going to put that beautiful hard prick of his inside me and I'll know just how it feels. Oh, his hands on my breasts and playing with my leg-they're driving me mad. He won't be like Daddy. He's not going to play with me only. He's really going to put his prick inside my pussy and fuck me! God, I can hardly wait. It was nice sucking on his big hard thing, but now I want it between my legs. Really up and inside and with his bottom bouncing, the way dogs and animals fuck. Oh, yes. Fuck me, Reid... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me....

He was kneeling there beside her, his tongue in her ear and whispering nice things about how beautiful she was and that she was a prize. That was nice-not like Daddy who always used four-letter words. The four-letter words excited her too, but this was different. It was really nice.

His hot tongue was nibbling at her breasts now, blowing on the nipples and tenderly licking them, coaxing them erect, then drawing on them, giving each one an equal share. "Oh, Reid," she said. "You're such a wonderful lover... won-der-ful...."

"I just want you to enjoy this, sweet. When I fuck you, I want it to feel good for you."

"I know it will, Reid. Oh, I know it will."

After a long time, he gently tugged at her bikini bottoms, pulling them down over her ankles until she was completely naked. She stretched, waiting, passive, ready, kittenish.

"I'm glad I'm not a virgin," she said. "I mean-not a real one."

"Me, too," Reid said. "It's much nicer this way. You can just relax and let me do it to you."

Mona lay back, spreading her legs slightly now as she felt his strong hands inch ever so slowly up her leg toward her waiting and eager love hole. Oh, if only he knew how anxious she was for him to reach her pussy. It was taking him forever to reach it. He was kissing her tummy now, descending slowly as his hand inched ticklingly up toward her cunt. Yes, her cunt that wanted his big prick inside it. She could see his prick. It still stood out straight and stiff as a board. Would it really get in her? Would it ever really plunge itself inside her? Would her father come home and ruin everything? Would she be denied this fucking that she wanted and craved more than anything in the world-had wanted and craved more than anything for so long now? She could not resist it. She reached down and grasped his swollen, dripping member and slowly jacked it as he kissed very near her pubic mound and his hand reached the cheeks of her ass and then finally-oh God, finally, yes-settled there and began touching her dripping cunt lips that-begged to be parted and pierced by the big hunk of dribbling meat she clutched in her hand.

Oh, no! she thought, as he ascended once again to her breasts. Was he teasing her? His hand that had stroked her cunt lips also slid down to her knee and played with its underside. She listened to his noisy feast at her breasts and kept her legs spread in hopes that he would soon return to her gushing vagina. She could feel the lubricant streaming from her cunt, drenching the towel beneath her ass, wetting it. She was growing weaker and weaker with desire-insane desire. The excitement and anticipation was becoming too much for her to bear.

"Reid! Reid. Please hurry up and fuck me, Reid. Please!" she begged.

"In a moment, baby. In a moment," he said, panting. "You don't want to rush these things. I'm not your father."

He had conquered every innate desire to resist a male-any male. Yes, that's what he had done. She was putty. She was whimpering, pitiful, pliable putty and if he didn't hurry up and fuck her soon she would die, die, die for lack of fucking. Yes, die because she had to be fucked now!

Then, suddenly, he had mercy. He began stroking her greasy-slick cunt lips, her tingling labia and finally her clitoris, her craving nerve center of desire and need. Soon he would squirt his love juice from his beautiful balls deep inside her. 'Way, 'way up. She didn't care if she got pregnant. She didn't care about anything except his shaft up inside the dark spasming cunt of her.

Now the beautiful moment she had been waiting for (all her life, it seemed) at last arrived. He lay alongside her on the couch, his hard prick pressed against her tummy, and she encircled his head lovingly in her arms and licked his face all over-his cheeks, his ears, his eyes. For the moment, she was transported beyond reality, in a sort of trance, the hot male meat against her soon to go where it was meant to go. No playing around; nothing short of fucking; no vibrator or her daddy just placing his thing between her legs and then not really sticking it in there but only rubbing against where it was supposed to go stick, stick, stick, with her legs really around a plunging ass, really riding a pole, really feeling it penetrate and crash, crash, crash inside her vagina.

She spread her legs wider, one leg up on top of the couch, the other on the floor. To her surprise, he did not begin fucking her. Instead, he slid down so that he could lick her pussy. Did they all like to lick girls' pussies? Daddy did. Maybe they all did. Well, that was all right. It did feel awfully good. As long as he fucked her afterward, she didn't mind... ummm... no... not at all... ummm... his tongue was better than Daddy's, too!

He had his hands beneath her buttocks, making a kind of platform of her cunt, and they were demanding and rough and digging into the cheeks of her ass as he lapped and gorged himself on her sopping wet pussy... ummm, yes... it did feel good... oh!

She began thrusting and rotating her hips, writhing to meet his hungry tongue, his open and closing mouth that drank there noisily at her flesh fountain and probed her bottom. Even Daddy had never done that to her bottom with his tongue before! "Ummm... so good...." she moaned.

She began to tremble all over as he ingested her crotch. Encouragingly, she ran her nails through his steel-gray hair. "Yes, yes," she heard herself purring as she tossed her head from side to side in complete abandon. His tongue was paradise there! Heaven! But she would have to make him stop before she came!

Finally, she took his cheeks in her hands and lifted his head from her dripping vagina. His breath was thunder in her ear and she could feel his erect, wet penis against her inner thigh.

"Fuck me, Reid," she begged. "You've got to do it to me now!"

"All right," he groaned. "Oh, that tight, little snatch."

She could feel the head of his rigid cock begin to probe as he ran it up and down the length of her cunt, preparing her for his entrance. She reached down and gripped his hunk of gristle hard. She wanted to plunge it into herself, but she guessed he knew what he was doing and so she let him continue making her pussy even more mushy.

"Oh, Reid... Reid... fuck me, Reid...."

As she held onto the hard cock, jacking it slightly, she was overcome with the beauty and wonder of the mighty male organ. It was beautiful the way they sprang to life-grew from limp, docile waiting things to conquering ramrods; the way they got stiff and engorged and wanted to push and force their way between a girl's legs, stick her and send spasms through her entire body. Daddy had denied her the ultimate pleasure, but this man with his gorgeous hard tool was going to send currents and ripples of delight through her vagina that would be far better than any finger or vibrator. She could hardly wait. Her eyes became bleary with lust as she squeezed the big member in her hand, realizing that in a matter of seconds it would be pumping and slamming within her.

Oh, God! Its big, hot, hunting head was parting her cunt lips now, nudging and wedging its way into her contracting and expanding channel. Impulsively, she let her hand slide down to its thick base and clenched the trunk of the meaty monster. Then she began groping his immense balls and thought of his love fluid inside his flesh sack. Soon, he would spurt that fluid inside her waiting slit and it would be heaven, heaven! Why didn't he hurry and jam the whole thing in? Didn't he know that she could accommodate him without all this unnecessary preliminary play? Yes, right now she could accommodate a stallion, she thought.

"Yes, that's it, Mona," he was saying. "Rub my balls. Good girl. That's it, baby...."

"Are you going to shove it in pretty soon, Reid? When are you going to fuck my pussy? Can't you tell it's ready? It's ready!"

"Yes," he breathed. "It's like a hot oven-a slick, hot oven. It's like pushing into a slick, hot oven."

Now he began feeding her a little bit of his prick at a time, savoring the delicious entrance into the waiting depths of her, deeper, deeper, and at last she felt the muscled giant totally imbedded within her silken sheath. She began pumping slowly, arching her back so that her pelvis bent the hard cock slightly, so that she could feel and enjoy a real cock in her pussy for the first time. It was so hot! Hot like a poker! Hot and alive and she was being plugged with a big, male cock-a spear of flesh-working in and out, in and out while he fuck-talked in her ear, telling her how good it felt and clutched her ass cheeks hard and manipulated her so that he could touch and stab the places he wanted.

Oh, God! It was wonderful... wonderful... fucking....

"You're nice and tight, baby," he was saying, and then he went on and on telling her how tight and hot her cunt was and how much he loved having her smooth legs around him while he slammed his cock into her love hole hard, first gently, then hard again.

Reid's organ worked steadily inside her eager vagina... pressing, searching, stabbing. Once, Mona put her hand on her tummy. She could actually feel the stiff rod moving inside her! As their tempo increased, Mona became almost delirious at the sound of the smacking, plopping noises their clashing pelvises emitted as the friction increased and crotch rubbed crotch in a frenzy of pleasure-& fuck-frenzy of pleasure!

"Every inch, Reid!" Mona screamed. "Plug me, Reid! Plug my hole!" She wanted it all-every inch and pore of the pole that poked and tore savagely between her legs. It was sheer ecstasy lying there flat on her back, his hands guiding her ass, and she knew she belonged this way with her legs spread wide apart while the wonderful, wonderful prick had its way with her... jabbing... jabbing....

When her climax began approaching, it was entirely different from anything she had ever experienced before. Daddy had used his finger, his mouth, a vibrator, on her. He had even fucked her bottom and made her come with his finger on her clit at the same time. But this real flesh cock inside her brought a new and intense feeling that was beyond her wildest dreams.

She was getting closer and closer. The pleasure waves began surging-growing stronger, stronger. She felt the vague tingle-no, it was more than a tingle-spreading slowly through her vagina, her rectum"running up and down her backbone, rippling crazily through her womb. The unspeakably indescribably feeling began engulfing her entire body as Reid's shaft plunged on. He must have sensed that she was nearing completion, for he drove savagely now to the accompaniment of her near-hysterical breath-whines, her pitiful whimpers.

"Stab me!" she screamed, straightening her legs slightly and locking her ankles behind his knees. "Stab me hard! Harder! Harder!"

"Coming? Coming? Huh? You coming, Mona?" he asked, his voice rasping and hoarse as he queried her again and again.

She could not answer in any language of this earth, because at that instant the lustful lightning struck and she heard her own voice, foreign to her ears, begin 'way down deep and she emitted one long "Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Reid plunged harder then, hurtling toward completion himself, and they both reached the heights simultaneously and crested to incredible fulfillment. Mona felt as though she had died a little. She lay there sobbing and shuddering out the aftermath of the most intense and exquisite physical pleasure of her life. The thought that she had a lifetime of such pleasure to look forward to made everything seem worthwhile. Her body, she knew now, was an instrument that could be plucked to produce pleasure so intense it could not be expressed in words. As she lay shuddering there, the two of them still tightly clasped together and gasping, she knew that from this day forth the male organ-for her, at least-would be a kind of God. Nothing else in the world, she imagined, could deliver the kind of deep feeling she had just now experienced. Cock, prick, penis, ad infinitum. These were magic words that represented the thing she would seek the rest of her life....

Still, she felt vaguely uneasy for allowing herself to feel this pleasure, and this puzzled her. It had felt better than anything. There was nothing wrong with fucking. Why then did this sudden feeling of guilt assault her? Slowly, trying to dismiss this uneasy feeling from her mind, she released her hold on Reid and sighed. She could feel his organ shrinking slowly within her vagina. His prick had completed its mission and now it was withdrawing to rest-to do its work another day.

After a few minutes, Reid kissed her affectionately, withdrew his semi-rigid organ from her cunt and collapsed beside her. The towel beneath them was wet where Mona's buttocks had lain. Mona sat up then, slipped on her bathing suit, and said, "Well, I guess we'd better look presentable in case Daddy returns, huh?"

"Yes, I suppose you're right," Reid said, and then: "Mona, it was beautiful. I mean it. I hope it was-was all right for you, too. You did come, didn't you?"

She smiled, patting his cheek. "What do you think, you nut? Of course, I came. It was wonderful, Reid. Thank you. I'll never, never, never, forget you. You're the first man who ever did this to me, you know. Whew! I never dreamed fucking could feel that good. Daddy? Well, he was just child's play."

They both laughed then at her choice of the phrase, "child's play." Reid pulled his trunks on then over his still semi-rigid penis and they went back out to the patio and sat by the pool. They took the soiled towel with them, and when the distinguished and pompous Cecil Seagram returned nearly an hour later they were chatting innocently about nothing.