Chapter 4

"What a lovely apartment building!" Mona said to Reid as she met him at the entrance of the apartment building he had lived in for over a year now. It was 'Sunday night, Reid's vacation over, and they had driven in separate cars from Malibu Beach. Mona had parked her Mercedes on the street and Reid had parked in his own stall-number 24-in the subterranean parking area below. Reid pointed to the VACANCY sign to the right of the wide, fountain-lined walkway. It was dark, but the multi-colored floodlights illuminating the front of the plush building made the sign clearly visible.

"After tomorrow, it will be your apartment building, too," he said, hugging her.

They walked arm in arm through the thick-carpeted lobby, then out along the lighted swimming pool to his apartment. Reid fished for the key, inserted it in the lock and they entered. "After you," he said.

Mona gave a low whistle. "Nice and spacious," she said, "and I love the beiges and browns. Really scrumptious. Will my apartment be like this?"

"Same floor plan," Reid said, "but the colors might be a little different. All the apartments here are slightly subdued in color, though. I know you'll like it, even though it isn't exactly an interior decorator's dream, like your father's place."

"His place is too gingerbready for my taste," she said. "No, I think I'll like this place very much. How is your office furnished? Will I like it?"

"First-rate," Reid said. "You'll love it. Ad agencies always have to maintain the success image you know. Do you want a drink? Brandy? Scotch? Anything?"

Mona yawned, then stretched so that her full, firm breasts jutted against her tight blouse. "I think I'd rather go to bed. Would you mind? Oh, Reid-it's been such a wonderful five days. I'm sorry it's over. I-I guess I want to go to bed and snuggle up with you because I don't want our vacation together to end." She came over to him, draped her arms over his shoulders and, mischievously, rubbed her pelvis against his until she could feel his penis begin coming to life. "What do you think, Reid? Don't you think it would be nice to go to bed?" She blinked her eves in mock innocence.

Reid's prick stood at full attention and his breath came faster. He cleared his throat, obviously aroused now, and gave a low, evil chuckle. "Yes, dear, I think it would be nice to go to bed now," he said.

He carried her into the bedroom then, lay her on the bed, and slowly undressed her. When she was completely naked, he turned the bedspread back and she sprawled in anticipation on the white sheets, her deeply tanned body (all except for her breasts and a narrow space that ran from her hipbone across her downy little snatch to the other hipbone where her halter and bikini bottoms had covered her when sunbathing) a delectable contrast against the white background.

He quickly slipped out of his own clothing then, turned on the soft night light beside the bed and crawled onto the bed beside her. Mona began playing with his chest, fondling his nipples while he smoked a cigarette.

"First thing tomorrow," he said, "go and rent the vacant apartment. It's not far from mine. Just on the other side of the swimming pool. Then, say about ten-thirty, come on over to the office and I'll introduce you to everybody."

"How do you know they'll hire me?" she asked. "I mean, are you sure?"

"Don't worry about it," he said. "I told you they'll let me do anything I want-at least for now. If I don't start showing more results soon-well, that's another matter. But for now, don't worry. You're as good as hired. Don't get there before ten-thirty, though. That'll give me a chance to let them know what to expect." He took a deep drag from his cigarette, thinking of returning to the office again and the problems and work ahead of him.

Mona's hand deftly moved lower until she grasped the swollen base of his prick. "A very good friend of mine-in fact, we're quite intimate-is getting bigger," she said.

Reid had not even realized that Mona's preliminary fondling had created an erection. "So he is," Reid said, responding and gazing down in amusement at his own hard-on. "So he is. That's because a certain friend of mine knows just the right things to do." God, he thought, after all the fucking and sucking they had done these past five days he was astonished that his pecker hadn't fallen off from over use. Mona was incredible!

She was licking his ear now. "What will it be tonight, my love? Do you want me to kiss it? There are three places, you know, and you're welcome to any of them. Just say where."

"Three?" he said. So far he had not fucked Mona in the ass, but apparently that's what she meant. Mona was precocious, all right.

"Naturally. Daddy used to like to do it to me in the rear. I guess he figured I couldn't get pregnant that way or something. It really seemed to turn him on. Did you ever do it to anybody in the rear?"

Somehow, Mona's question disturbed him. It was a kind of personal thing she was asking. Still, there didn't seem to be any secrets between them. "Yes," he said. "It was a long time ago though. She wanted me to do it, but afterwards she said it hurt her."

"Did you like the way it felt?" Mona asked, still flip-flopping his hard cock so that it smacked against his belly. "I mean, was it nice and tight? Did it feel better than fucking a pussy-even a tight one?"

"I don't remember," Reid said. "Personally, I'm sort of happy with the way things have been between us. Your pussy is just dandy for me."

"And my mouth? You like that, too, don't you?"

"Yes," he said, "I like that, too."

"I like it when you lick my pussy and I like it when you fuck my pussy with your cock." She gave his cock a hard squeeze. "I don't know which I like best, in fact. They both feel heavenly. I think I like to fuck best, though-finish that way at least. There's something about having your big ramrod right between my legs.-feeling it stick me hard and thinking about it shooting your come inside me that's better than sucking." She was silent for a moment, pondering this. "Still, I don't know. I guess it depends on your mood. Don't you think so?"

Mona could be maddeningly analytical at times. "Yes, I guess it does depend on your mood," he agreed.

"Do you want to stick it in my rear?" she asked.

Besides being analytical, Mona was very direct. "Uh-well, yes," Reid said. "But why don't we save that? Not tonight I wouldn't. Let's do that some other time."

"Okay," Mona said, snuggling and gazing down at his stiff rod. She was holding the tiny opening of the head open with her thumb and forefinger and examining what little she could see of the interior of his prick very clinically. "If I had a little tiny penis I could stick it right in the head of your thing," she said thoughtfully. "Then I'd know how it feels to fuck instead of just getting fucked."

Reid could not resist breaking into laughter. Mona was too much-absolutely too much! Never, but never, had he known a girl who was so totally outspoken-so frank, so experienced, and at the same time naive. He rolled over on his side and held her tight, kissed her eyelids and her cheeks and her armpits and her ears and everything he could find with his lips.

She giggled at his sudden attention, then grew thoughtful once again. "The reason I asked about doing it to me in my rear," she said, "is that I wondered if maybe men really do like it better that way. I've heard that some men prefer it that way. Look at gay guys. They must prefer it, right?"

"That's a different matter entirely," Reid said. "They don't dig women period, so what else are they going to do?"

"Yes, I guess you're right," she said, nodding against his shoulder. "But it's a funny thing, when Daddy did it to me that way I got the feeling he really preferred it to doing it to my pussy. At first I thought he just didn't want to deflower his daughter-all that-but after a while I really got the impression he'd rather fuck my ass. He used to foam at the mouth practically and tell me to relax while he was doing it. I got so that I even liked it. That's why I asked you if you wanted to do it that way. Do you think I have an anal hang-up?"

Again Reid laughed. "No, sweet," he said. "I think you're just a very curious and inquisitive girl-maybe the most curious and inquisitive girl of all time." He went on laughing.

"You're making fun of me," Mona said, pouting.

"No, I'm not," Reid said. "It's just that I never had a conversation quite like this before. It's probably my fault." He held her closer, apologetically. "That's it. I'm probably just inhibited. Look, we'll do it that way sometime if you want, but for right now-tonight-I'm a pussy and mouth man, okay?"

"Okay," she answered, her voice muffled and barely audible because she had buried her face in his shoulder. "It's just that I want to make you happy, Reid. I want to do anything to make you happy. I-I never felt this way with a man before-not Vincent or anybody. It's crazy but I sort of want to be your slave, Reid."

He raised her chin and looked into her tear-filled eyes. "You don't have to be anybody's slave, Mona. Don't ever forget that. I understand what you're saying and I'm immensely flattered, honey. Honestly, I am. But only sick people want slaves and only sick people want to be slaves."

"Okay, I'm sick then," she said.

"No, you're different, but you're not sick. I won't let you be-not ever." Reid paused, reflecting for the first time since their sexual encounter on the beach that, in reality, he was the sick one. Not sick maybe, but certainly unusual. After all, they locked adult men up in prison for carrying on sexually with girls Mona's age. Or did they? At eighteen, perhaps she had reached the age of consent. But when they screwed two years ago, she wasn't. If old Cecil Seagram had arrived home and caught them fucking and sucking there on the living room couch he could have had him locked up. He hadn't given the matter much thought, or, if he had, he guessed he knew that Cecil Seagram would not be in much of a position to press charges since he'd been playing sex games with his own daughter.

"I don't care," Mona was saying. "I want to be your sex slave. I want to do whatever you say."

"Very well, slave," he said, capitulating for the moment, "let's lie on our sides and kiss each other on the lips. You may, however, continue fondling me with your hand." He laughed.

"In fact, I forbid you to stop playing with my prick that way. In the meantime, slave, my hands will have their way with your titties. Is that clear, slave?" He tweaked her nipple.

"Whatever you say, master," Mona said brightly.

Good, he thought. He had gotten her out of her masochistic, crying mood. He kept forgetting that, actually, she was a little girl. Yes, emotionally she was a child and it was important that he remember this at all times and act accordingly He didn't want to hurt her. Not ever. He loved her truly and deeply and wanted the best for her. He had never felt such unselfish love for a female before. It was weird, he knew, but if losing her would mean making her happy, then he knew he would give her up. He did truly love her and therefore wanted her happiness more than anything else.

Right this instant he wanted to love her with his mouth. He wanted to express his love for her that way by tasting her all over. He continued massaging her beautiful breasts and, as he did this, slid down so that he could taste her tits, lick them and suck on them. For one thing, she liked to have her boobs sucked-it made her love slit nice and juicy and ready for his tongue and cock-and for another thing he went into a kind of trance whenever he tasted her body. He liked it that way, his feelings so powerful and total that he slipped into a kind of controlled lunacy as he laved her body everywhere with his tongue. She seemed to go into a trance at these times, too, so that they were both off somewhere experiencing the most powerful emotions possible-lost and away from anything and everything that could bother or torment anybody, just lost in the beauty and wonder and lust of the moment that was now and only now. Fuck yesterday and fuck tomorrow. To hell with them... only now... now....

And now he was kissing-tongue-kissing Mona's sensitive nipples that grew still more sensitive by the second. She rolled from side to side slightly as he probed with his tongue, trying for ever pore, not wanting to leave the tiniest spot unbathed with his saliva, wanting to deliver excruciatingly beautiful tingling delight to this lovely girl who moaned in response to his efforts.

Mona was clutching his head and feeding her breasts to his hungry mouth that lapped noisily, stopping only occasionally to press itself to her own mouth so that their tongues could interplay reassuringly before he returned once again to her breasts. Reid's hand rotated, moving circularly, over the gentle rise of her love mound and finally he inserted the tip of his finger into the top of her love slot. He reached up, touching his guzzling wet mouth and wet his finger with saliva, then returned to Mona's clitoris and daintily ran his finger about the little cluster of flesh. She crossed her legs at the ankles and began pumping slowly, enjoying the finger against her sizzling nerve center.

"Reid, you do-do everything so perfectly," she breathed. "You know just where it feels best... just how to do it until you drive me out of my mind...."

As she spoke, her own hand explored every inch of his stiff shaft and she squeezed and released, squeezed and released his organ as though it were the most blessed object in the world. "I want it in my mouth, Reid," she cried. "I want to suck on your dripping cock... please... please!" She tried to rise, like a patient too weak to sit up or move but determined nevertheless to reach an objective, but Reid held her on her back.

"No sweetheart," he commanded. "I want yours in my mouth first. Then you-you can-if you want to, but now I want to lick your beautiful cunt, baby... lick your gorgeous pussy-snatch."

Reid descended, kissing, showering hot, wet kisses along her rib cage and spasming stomach as he homed in on the dripping target of Mona's love nest. When finally he reached it, she instinctively drew her leg up high so that he could slip his head under and gain access to the hot prize of her vagina. He pushed her knees up on her chest then and began kissing her inner thighs, his kisses getting wetter and nearer her eager nest. Her moaning became pitiful pleas as she begged him to sink his tongue into her cunt.

First, Reid kissed conventionally up and down the length of Mona's gushing crater. Then, almost imperceptibly, he let his tongue play along the wet vaginal lips. When he was certain she could stand no more delay, he took the cunt lips, one at a time, into his mouth and bathed them with his tongue, nursed on them just as he had sucked on her nipples. Once, he looked up and saw Mona's features distorted into the most serene yet near-insane expression he had ever observed. Mona had been, literally, transported into another realm. Happy that his endeavors were well received, he continued. He parted the cunt lips finally and lapped at the inner lips, inserting his tongue up into her pussy as far as he could from time to time. Then, inevitably, he moved in on the clitoris, stabbing its flowerlike texture with his tongue tentatively, then deliberately and urgently as she moaned and chanted, "Good... soooo good... ohhhhhh...."

He had made up his mind to make her come that way. She had been so unselfish and giving of herself. Why shouldn't she come this way, he thought. But just before she reached her climax, as she had several times before, she lifted his head and crushed him to her breast.

"Don't you want to come with my tongue?" he queried, panting.

"Yes, yes... but I want you inside me, too. Oh, Reid, it was so wonderful... I-I almost blacked out...."

"Let me make you come that way," he asked. "I want you to be happy."

He again started to lower his head to her twat, but she stopped him. "No, Reid... no... I want you to fuck me. Do you want me to-to suck you? Do you? I will... oh, I will...."

She was willing to please-his little sex slave had deprived herself of an oral climax and now she wanted to be fucked but she was still thinking of him. He stopped her downward lunge. "No, baby," he said. "Maybe later. Right now, let's fuck... fuck."

Reid raised himself onto his elbows and endured the eternal second while she spread her leg to one side so that her legs were wide apart and ready for fucking. Then he held his throbbing cock in his hand and wiped it up and down her cunt so that their juices intermingled into a mushiness beyond comprehension. He rubbed the head of his prick against her clit and then down as far as her rectum, occasionally dipping it inside Mona's waiting channel for a second to heighten the anticipation.

"Oh, stick it all the way in! Stick it all the way up inside me, please. Don't torture me any longer, Reid. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!"

At last, when he himself could stand the delay no longer, Reid began his entrance, slowly at first, then inserted his rod with one slick, slurping stroke right into the mushy center of Mona's expanding and contracting vagina.

"Ahhhhhh," she groaned, like some ancient soldier being speared, and the rhythm of love began.

The heat and warmth of the cunt that enveloped his pulsing meat nearly paralyzed Reid, so furnace-like and soft was its texture and climate. He straightened his elbows, raising himself high so that he could see the entrance and exit of his member as it probed between the soft cunt lips, poked its way into Mona's honey chasm. Mona raised her knees so that they rested against her shoulders, permitting him a splendid view of her cunt, buttocks and the tiny pink eye of her puckered anus.

A contented, unselfish-almost maternal-smile played about the corners of her mouth as she watched the lustful and enraptured look on Reid's face. It seemed odd, but Mona obviously enjoyed spreading herself this way, offering blatantly her private and most secret places for his pleasure and inspection. She was enjoying his enjoyment, and he realized that hers was a very special look, an expression that could not be duplicated except in just such a sexual activity.

"You like to watch your cock slide in and out of me, don't you?" she said, finally. "It makes you feel powerful?"

"Yes, powerful," he said, "but it's beautiful, too-looking at you with your legs wide apart and offering me everything. It's like every obstacle-every female obstacle and resistance of a lifetime removed," he said.

"I understand," Mona said, her eyes moist with pleasure and compassion. "That's why I'm holding my legs up so high. If I were a man I'd like to fuck a girl just the way you're fucking me. That's the way I'd do it-at least part of the time. But I like it, too. I like to do this because it tells you I'm all yours-that everything and anything I have to offer is yours. I just want to make you happy, and then I'm happy, too. Oh... that feels so goooood... yes, keep sticking it in all the way up... ummmmm...."

Conflicting emotions and desires warred within Reid as he fucked this girl of his dreams, watched his flesh hunk cram itself into Mona's snatch. He loved fucking her this way, but, at the same time, he longed to suck her, too. Finally, with effort, he withdrew his cock and bent down and lapped her love juices, tantalized her clit and smooth, sopping wet inner thighs with his tongue. While he did this, she placed her feet on his shoulders and gently gripped his head, indicating she enjoyed his lust for her and understood his insane need to fuck her and suck her at the same time.

After a few minutes of licking between her legs, once again he inserted his throbbing prick into her cunt and settled into a steady, stabbing rhythm to the accompaniment of her ecstatic moaning.

"Put-put your hand under my ass, Reid," she begged. "Hold my ass with your hand hard and pull my body toward your sticking prick, would you? I love to feel your hand tugging at my ass while you fuck me. Ummm, that's it. Oh, I love it when you just use my body-when you shove your thing hard at me and just pull at my ass like you need me more than anything in the world... like you're forcing me and need me so much you've gone crazy because you're fucking me. Then, it makes me crazy, too... crazy and beautiful... fucking and crazy and beautiful...."

It was as though Mona were experiencing a kind of religious orgy-as though she had become unintelligible and were speaking in "tongues." She was babbling and releasing the inhibitions of a lifetime-spewing forth ideas and words she would hot dream of uttering except in the act of sexual intercourse. Then she made an unusual request, and Reid complied. As gently as possible, he tickled her tight little anus-slippery and wet from the cunt juice that ran down into the crack of her ass-and, finally, began inserting his little finger. She squealed, spreading her legs still wider, as wide as possible, as his finger entered her eager rectum.

"Oh, Reid! Oh, God! You're sticking me everywhere! Everywhere! Oh, come up here and stick your tongue in my mouth, too. I want you to be sticking me everywhere with something! I wish you had three cocks!"

Reid again complied. He kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and simulating fucking while his ramrod drove into her cunt and his finger jiggled like a vibrator in her asshole. For a moment, he thought she would fling herself from the bed with joy. She was in a kind of sexual seizure, a fit, as he stuck and twisted and tantalized her apertures. Then, to heighten her sensations, he also used his spare hand to finger-fuck her ear with his little finger, pausing only now and then to reach down and brush his hand across the nipples of her heaving breasts and give them a hard squeeze.

She was sucking on his tongue, drawing it deep into her mouth and grunting like a frenzied animal in heat as the bed rocked and he continued poking, probing, stabbing, jabbing her to a near-hallucinatory state. Now, even though he wasn't sure either of them could stand the pleasure much longer, he replaced his little finger with his middle finger and shoved it up her rectum all the way to his knuckle. There, he could feel his own prong plunging its way into her craving interior through the thin partition of flesh. He jiggled his finger faster, massaged his own cock with his finger up inside Mona's ass.

Now her heels not only pummeled his back, they threatened to batter his back and cave in his rib cage! He enjoyed her reaction however and felt no pain. He pulled his tongue from her mouth and, breathing huskily in her ear, asked her again and again if she liked what he was doing He asked her if she liked his cock inside her pussy and his finger in her rear and his hand that now squeezed her breasts. He knew the answer, of course, but he wanted to hear her say she liked it and he knew she wanted to admit she liked it. In a way, it was a kind of therapy for both of them. First, she would tell him, in detail, that she loved everything he was doing to her body, and then he would tell her how much he loved doing all these things to her body and making her happy.

After a long time, Mona asked, "Shall we come, my sweet? I want you to shoot your nice creamy sperm into my cunt while I climax. Shall we, darling?"

Reid's control-his ability to hold back for so long-had even impressed himself. Yes, he was eager to let his balls jerk and explode and send his juice scalding from his balls and up through his shaft into her seething cunt. Yes, indeed. Christ, yes! "Okay, let's," he rasped. "You tell me when, but I-I can't wait much longer. Just tell me when you're ready and we'll go off together." Thus far, in their relationship they had been amazingly successful at achieving simultaneous climaxes and he didn't want to ruin this very special fuck by not coming together. "Just-just tell me when," he repeated.

Mona's ankles slid along the backs of his legs now, the way they always did when she was getting ready to climax, and locked behind his knees for leverage. Then she began a slightly more intense rhythm, a sort of rotating movement that created friction over the entire area of his cock (if that were possible, but it certainly seemed that way!) and, at the same time, made his organ exert pressure just where she wanted it-in all her most sensitive places.

Not more than a minute had passed before she began clinging hard, desperately hard to him. That was the signal, the familiar clamping of her arms about his neck and intense concentration on nothing but her genital area. Now it was just cock and cunt, with all the frills gone, and she was driving fanatically toward the climax she craved-had to have and would not be denied. Her breath came unbelievably fast-he could not understand how a human being could breathe in such rapid-fire bursts-and then the breath became whining and breathing at the same time and her buttocks and entire body began trembling, quivering as she braced herself for orgasm.

"Don't stop!" she begged, over and over again. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Never stop! Don't stop! Never stop! Oh, Reid, please don't stop... harder, harder... oh... oh...."

And then, when she began grunting, her whole body spasming involuntarily, bucking madly, and he knew that she was well into her orgasm, Reid let go, too. He delivered perhaps ten hard thrusts, the final, nearly unbearable ones, and then his testicles bobbed, forcing his love fluid up and out the end of his pulsing hard-on and splattered the inside of Mona's vagina as she gasped to fulfillment at the same time.

"R-E-I-D!" she screamed, and then shivered for a long time before she lay still and crying beside him with her head buried in his shoulder.

He collapsed, his full weight upon her. He tried to roll her to her side without removing his still jerking organ so that she would be more comfortable without him pressing on top of her, but she wouldn't let him. She wanted him to remain exactly where he was, despite his weight. He guessed she did not feel anything at the moment, except supreme bliss, peace, fulfillment, and love. At least that was the way he felt now.

He lay there, panting and kissing her neck, totally spent but his organ still rock-hard inside her. Twice before, at Malibu, they had rested in just such a position and then, without ever withdrawing his member, they had fucked again. But this night had been too strenuous. He doubted if Mona desired such a double-fuck and, he strongly suspected, he wouldn't be capable of it anyway.

After a long time, Mona hugged him hard. "Ohhhh," she sighed. "It just seems to get better and better with us, doesn't it? There could have been an earthquake, anything, and I wouldn't even have noticed. I was completely out of it. Thank you, darling. That was wonderful... wonderful...."

"No, I think it gets worse and worse," Reid said, laughing with effort. "Why are you such a lousy lay?" He kissed her full on the lips then and, as he did so, he became aware that his cock was slowly dwindling back to its normal state. Well, no double-fuck tonight, he thought, and actually he was grateful. He felt totally spent. "Thank you," he said. "You're the most gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, sexy, little"-he groped for words-then decided to tease her some more-"sex object I've ever known."

She bristled. "Sea; object! Is that all I am--a-a sex object?" She pulled away from him, pouting, and his cock slipped out of her vagina. "I'm just a pussy that walks and talks?"

He pulled her close again. He was certain that she knew he had been only teasing. "All right then-how about love object?"

She bit his ear. "That's slightly better," she said, "but I'm still not wild about the object part!"

"It just means that you're the object of love, of my whole existence," he explained pontifically. "I'm fond of you, you know."

"Cut the crap," Mona said. "You mean I'm the object of your-your pecker. That's all I am-I'm simply the object of your horny old pecker, true?" She giggled.

Reid spanked her lightly on the buttocks, then reached over and turned out the night light and held her close. "Naturally, you are the object of my male organ-no question about that-but I would say it goes a bit deeper than that. Good night, little pet."

"Good night you-you animal!"

Mona growled. They both laughed, then cuddled close together and settled into a deep sleep.