Chapter 4

Prior to their leaving Jackson & Co. the two girls had used their lunch hours to visit the various other small brokerage firms, and had finally come to an agreement with Sternfeld & Hertz. This was a much smaller company than Jackson; but the manager, Robert Sternfeld, having checked the two young ladies out thoroughly, decided they were an acceptable risk. And so, on Monday morning, bright and early, the two girls entered the Sternfeld & Hertz Trust Department. This department was run by fifty-year-old Ed Horner, Horner, though a little pudgy, was totally unlike Paul Finn. He was easygoing, intelligent, with a constant sleepy-eyed look belying the clever brain behind them. He had kinky, dark hair, and wore half-glasses perched on the tip of his nose.

"I assume you girls know all about a trust department," he drawled.

"That's why we're here," Tracy told him. "And I think we can bring in an entire new batch of trust accounts, too."

"Good, good, we can always use more business," Horner nodded.

"In fact," Tracy continued, "I have a luncheon appointment with a gentleman today. If everything works out, I think we'll quadruple your present business."

"I like enthusiasm," Horner nodded. "But in the meantime, suppose we see what you girls really know."

For the next two and a half hours, Horner had the girls looking over the trust accounts he was handling. Both he and the girls were impressed with each other. They were amazed at how well he was doing for the accounts, striking a perfect balance between high-quality securities and high-income-paying stocks and bonds, though the latter were by no means of low quality. Horner didn't believe in touching a high-risk stock. The bottom could very easily fall out.

Horner was amazed at some of the girls' suggestions for improving the accounts, and even went along with one or two, putting in the buy-and-sell orders himself. And because the girls had made the suggestions, he saw to it they got credit for the commissions.

At twelve-fifteen, Tracy, after freshening up, left the office and went to the Golden Horn Restaurant, where she had arranged to meet Harold Frischeen, the largest trust account at Jackson & Co. Frischeen, she had discovered, was a widower, in his middle fifties, who rarely went out. When he finally walked up to her, recognizing her in her all-red outfit -shoes, miniskirt, jacket, and handbag -she was surprised by his mature masculinity. He was about six feet three inches tall, with sparse hair but an otherwise rugged face. His shoulders were square, with the military bearing of a high-ranking officer. She later learned he was a retired colonel. His suit covered a full chest and a slim waist.

"Miss Cole," he greeted, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

His voice was smooth, deep, and touched some-thing deep inside her, arousing her. Tracy would have wanted to seduce him even if he hadn't had a large trust account. Heck, she would have been happy to beg him for what she was certain was an immense cock.

As they ate, Tracy discussed his account with him, explaining he wasn't getting the kind of servicing he required, considering the size of his account. She showed him just what he now held, and how the account could definitely be improved.

Frischeen, listening to her, was visibly impressed. He liked her manner and decided she would have a chance at handling the account. What would be required would be a letter authorizing Sternfeld and Hertz to accept the account. Then Sternfeld and Hertz would send a transfer-of-account card to Jackson & Co. The account would immediately be transferred over.

But Harold Frischeen was no fool, either. He realized he could get much more from the pretty young lady, and intended doing so. Hers was the kind of body to make the juices inside him start flowing freely as they hadn't in quite some time. He had avoided women, for the most part, because most of them had marriage on their minds, and at his age, he did not need another wife. And he despised the idea of paying for it. Besides, who could tell what kind of social diseases one might pick up. The risk was far less with someone as young, fresh, and wholesome as Tracy.

"May I invite you to my apartment for a drink?" Frischeen asked when luncheon was finished.

Both knew what he was asking. A refusal on Tracy's part would mean she wasn't interested in him, physically. Not that Frischeen intended letting that get in the way of transferring his account. But Tracy was still uncertain of herself, and not knowing that, accepted. Besides, a man like this would probably really know how to do things for a girl -in a sexual sense. Well, hell! This was the reason why she'd met with him in the first place. She was out to seduce him. Now he was taking the bait.

"Certainly," she replied.

Although she had intended paying for the meal, because she had invited him out, Frischeen insisted he pay for it. Then he guided her into a nearby taxi, and fifteen minutes later they were in his fashionable duplex apartment.

"Would you care for a scotch and soda?" he asked.

"Fine," she nodded, willing to accept anything. Drinking was not something in which she was well-versed. She didn't care that much for alcohol. True, she indulged, but not heavily.

He made the two drinks and handed one to her, sitting in a large, plushly upholstered chair. Tracy, realizing that the time had come for her to be a little more forward, sat on the arm of the chair.

Both sipped their drinks, and Frischeen's arm casually draped itself around her buttocks. Tracy sat there without flinching, feeling the warmth of his hand as it cupped her firm cheeks.

"I find you very refreshing as an individual," he told her. "You're intelligent, and you obviously know a lot, about investments. You used your knowledge to show me how I would be better off with you, rather than attempting to use your body."

"One thing has nothing to do with the other," she told him, lying. "My body is to be used for my own enjoyment, and not for business."

"I'm happy to hear that," he nodded. "I feel the same way."

"Oh? Do you mean your body is used strictly for pleasure?"

"I mean I would not have appreciated your using your body as a means of getting business from me. The fact that you don't use it as part of your business makes me respect you all the more. You see, I've decided to give the account to Sternfeld and Hertz whether or not you want to stay here with me this afternoon."

"As I noted a moment ago, one thing has nothing to do with the other. I find you fascinating as a man. My staying here has nothing to do with business. You see, even if you had decided other-wise, I would still be here. At this moment, I'd like to think you find me as interesting as I find you."

"I think precisely the way you think," he smiled.

"That means we'd both think better lying down."

"That seems to be a pretty accurate summation," he nodded. "And since you're twisting my arm . . . " and he placed his other hand on her knee, while the hand rubbing her buttocks kneaded the solid, resilient flesh, pleased to find she didn't need a girdle.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good," she told him, "but it wasn't your arm I was thinking of twisting," and she let her own hand smooth its way down the front of his shirt, below his belt, onto his pants, then onto his groin where her fingers slightly teased his half-grown cock. He reacted by letting his fingertips travel from her knee along the full length of the soft, white, pantyhose-encased thigh until it was right up between her full buttocks, feeling the tight nylon surrounding it. The touch of her sent lascivious shivers of thrilling anticipation through his body. It had been such a long time since he'd had a woman.

"Ummmmmm . . . " she hummed, her eyes half-closing as a thrilling wave of sensuality swept through her. Her thin, moist lips parted as she lowered her face to his, whispering, "Just make certain you don't start something you can't finish." And her hand moved below his hard cock, feeling the soft ovals of his balls, squeezing them lightly,, making him jump a little.

"Unnnggghhh, lord," Frischeen groaned, feeling the way his hard penis was suddenly wildly throbbing, trying to tear through the tightness of his underwear. "Don't worry about my starting something I can't finish," he gasped. "I'm all ready for anything you want."

And then his lips felt the cool moistness of her mouth. Unable to restrain himself, he lanced his tongue deeply into her throat, touching her palate, gums, and teeth on the way in. His licking tongue made Tracy moan,. This time there was no fooling around, beating about the bush, trying to out-maneuver the man. This time it was pure lust, and Tracy knew it was solely for the satisfaction of inner body flame. Soft, low moans rose from her throat as she kissed him, her tongue responding to his. He was a man, all right. He was all man.

Frischeen's extended middle finger, under her skirt, pushed the smooth, flimsy nylon of her pantyhose into the tight, warm crevice between her rounded buttocks. His finger teased the small, puckered brownie of her asshole, making her trim body tremble violently against his. This made her grasping hand tighten around his balls, squeezing them harder while rubbing the heel of her hand against his solidly rigid cock. The pressure of her fingers made him moan into her mouth as her other hand cupped the back of his head and pulled his face even closer. He was gasping and sighing all at the same time, and Tracy knew he wanted her, just as she was aching to be fucked by him. Her tongue stabbed between his lips again and again, slashing at his.

Abruptly, she pulled her mouth away from his, feeling her blood boiling as it throbbed in her arteries, her lips seeming to swell from the pressure they'd applied to his. She could still feel his sucking and nibbling, and it made her hotter than ever. Her fingers moved from his heavy balls back to the full thickness of his cock, tightly grasping it through his pants. And she began wildly jerking on it, as if desperate to pull it out from behind the barrier of clothing.

"Why . . . uhhh . . . don't you show me your playpen?" she asked.

"Right this way," he throatily purred, standing and leading her toward a flight of stairs.

He picked her up, and Tracy was amazed at how light she seemed in his strong, masculine arms as he hurriedly mounted the stairs and carried her into his bedroom. She was still holding her drink, and had enough presence of mind to set it on the nearby night table once he'd put her down. Wasting no time, she proceeded to instantly undress, noticing Frischeen was watching her the entire time. He, himself, was undressing as well. And once her white, slender form was naked, she lay on the bed, not feeling the least bit ashamed of spreading her legs and letting him look. The previous week when the doctor had looked at her naked body she had felt embarrassed and frightened, even though she'd wanted to seduce him. Now, knowing what was happening had nothing to do with convincing anyone to do business with her, Tracy felt so much more relaxed. Whoever his wife had been, she had been lucky to have married him. Tracy was certain this was a man who knew how to make a wife feel like a queen. He was well-to-do -wealthy, in fact -but he was the kind of a man who could make a woman feel good no matter how much money was in the bank.

Looking at his solid body now that he'd undressed, she decided he looked like he had enough stamina to satisfy any woman. She could tell he wasn't a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type. Rather, he seemed as much a sexual gourmet as he had a connoisseur of good clothing and excellent furniture. She was glad, because this was only her third experience. Though her first two had ended up delightfully, they had begun poorly. She had felt pain with each of them. Somehow she knew this was not the kind of man to cause pain. Nor would he mock her or think of her as sexually crude just because she was still learning.

The more she thought about sex, the more she realized she was glad Paul Finn had opened up her mind as well as her body to it. True, she would have been happier with a more sensual teacher, but Finn had finally managed to make her feel good.

Frischeen made her understand sex was some-thing one could do simply because one liked it and not because it was good business. This didn't mean she intended abandoning the use of sex in promoting her business. But it did mean she would have to be more discriminating, at least when it came to why she was sleeping with a man. She would have to sound the man out and see what he was like, first. If seduction was what was needed to make him respond, then by all means, use it. But if the man was anything like Harold Frischeen, sex was something in which she would indulge whether or not she succeeded businesswise.

Tracy realized she would have to be very careful. She liked Frischeen, and she could become involved emotionally. Until today, it had never occurred to her this was something that could lead to falling in love. Odd! Her parents, and many others like her parents, fell in love, got married, and then indulged in sexual intercourse. And as a result many of them, her parents included, found themselves sexually frustrated for not having found the right mate. This soured them on sex, and as a result, they ignorantly brought up their children to believe sex was something one did only after getting married. Prior to that, one must not even talk about it.

In a way, Paul Finn had been a very lucky accident for her. And much as she disliked Dr. Espizza as a person, his teaching her how to douche meant good personal hygiene.

Tracy was wise enough to realize she still had a lot to learn where sex was concerned, but she preferred "on-the-job training" with men like Frischeen, to what Paul Finn had had in mind. When she'd kissed Frischeen she'd realized he'd had nice-smelling breath, even though it was slightly tainted by the scotch. Paul Finn had almost rotten breath, and Dr. Espizza's breath had smelled of garlic.

Having realized fucking could be a totally different experience with different men, Tracy was in no hurry to marry. She realized she would be self-sufficient in the business world, so she didn't need a man to support her. It was therefore important she broaden her experiences and learn all there was to know before eventually taking that final step.

Frischeen was down to his briefs now, and she stared, watching with glowing eyes as he removed them, revealing just how fantastically he was built. It was fully erect, jutting away from his body at a forty-five-degree angle, the glans as big as her closed fist. The knob was an angry red color, and as she stared at it, she really wondered whether her narrow channel waft capable of absorbing such a monster. She ground her white buttocks deeper into the bed as she felt tingling nerves throughout her body suddenly shimmer and come to life. There was a strong pulsating in her thighs, and her nipples, without being touched, were pinkly erect.

"Ohhhhhhh!" was all she could moan, licking her sensuously thin lips as she stared with a starved look at his fat, heavy prong.

As she watched, it twitched and throbbed strongly, the large head swelling even more before receding. And Tracy realized it was so huge because he was staring at her body, admiring her white nudity, his stare burning into the thin, pink slice of vagina barely visible beneath the growth of ebony fluff.

"You are a truly beautiful woman," he told her. "I have known many women in my lifetime, including my wife, whom I loved and adored above all women. But I can truly say, I've never seen a woman as physically beautiful as you. If you're as good as you look, I might well end up with a coronary."

He was amazed at how physically perfect she appeared. Even the little smile on her mouth seemed just right, provoking him in a wonderfully licentious way as her own eyes remained locked on his thick cock, and the way it twitched above his heavy, weighty, sperm-filled testicles. And the sight of her slightly parted thighs, the revealing of her slightly moistened cunt lips, the twitching of her opening and closing labia made him stare all the harder. He was holding his breath he was so aroused, and the pulses in his temple were pounding with a maddening power.

"Wider," he whispered. "Open your thighs wider."

She obeyed, feeling good, knowing this was a mutual feeling between them and not the overpowering of one person with the sexuality of the other. The sight of his throbbing cock made her feel wantonly wicked and in flaming heat.

"Use your fingers," he gasped. "Spread those sweet labia with your fingers."

His voice was hoarse as he moved closer to the foot of the bed, to better look at her. Her smile was more arousing than ever as she reached between her thighs, fingers pressing on each slender column, and finally found the pink flower of her sweet pussy lips with her middle finger. Aided by her thumb, her finger began parting the dark, ebony curls of pelvic moss. Then the middle finger moved into the center of the wet, pink gash and began moving up and down, massaging the anxious clitoris, making it swell and peep out from behind the membraneous tissue behind which it was hiding. At the same time she slowly undulated her hips, bringing all her slender body into motion, half-closing her brown eyes because the pressure was so erotically inflaming. But to Frischeen, her half-closed eyes looked like smoky, alluring little lamps, drawing him closer to her.

Christ! he thought, watching as she began building the heat in her body. I've never seen anyone like her. She's the most arousing sight on God's green earth.

He permitted his eyes to wander up and down over the never-ending, lush curves of her lasciviously displayed body. Tingling sensations ran through him, making his bare skin prickle, seemingly reaching right down into his groin. He felt as if a hand were tightly clutching his hard cock from within. His throbbing phallus swelled all the more as his greedy eyes observed the perfect shape of her small breasts, firm, erect, with large pink circles looking like suction cups surrounding thick pink nipples. She rolled her lush body from one side to the other, tempting him closer and closer, and her shuddering nipples enlarged even more, seeming to draw tiny circles in the air. And all the while she smiled provocatively at him, still fingering her clitoris, the red nail now looking like a flame running through her. He couldn't believe how far in her waist curved, so impossibly narrow under her small, firm, white, jutting tits. Her winking navel looked like a sapphire set in a pane-flat belly, and her hips, while not as 'large as those of many women, still flared like a narrow valentine with the fluffy curls of hair darkly set in her pubis. Her still-girlish legs seemed long and tapered, and the flesh was so white he knew no razor had ever touched her skin. Hair just didn't seem to grow on her legs. Her toenails, like her fingernails, were painted a bright blood red.

Harold Frischeen was a tremendously sensuous man. He had earned his money early in life, doing some wildcatting with oil before his army stint. He had married just as he thought his luck had run out, and hadn't figured out why Diane, his wife, had ever bothered with him. He knew why he had married her. She was a goddess, much like this one. Her body might not have been as perfect, but when it came to making him feel like a man there had never been anyone to equal her. Although she had been a virgin, she seemed to adapt to sex so readily, he found he was soon learning all kinds of variations from her; things she had thought she'd made up, not realizing nothing on earth is really new.

Frischeen had enjoyed every moment with his wife. When he had become wealthy, he had enjoyed showering her with all kinds of gifts. He had been certain she would outlive him. How was he to know she had a weak heart? She had died in the throes of orgasm one night, and as a result, he had been afraid to become physically involved with a woman for a long time afterward.

It had taken a whore to draw him out of his shell, and he hadn't even known she was a whore, or he never would have had anything to do with her. A friend of his had seen the way he'd been physically suffering, and had paid a high-class whore five hundred dollars to seduce him while he'd been away at a hotel for a weekend. She had casually met him and in no time had wiped out all his fears. Then she had disappeared. But Harold Frischeen knew he had his confidence back. From then on, it had simply been a matter of discrimination as to whom he would sleep with. When he'd seen Tracy, he had instinctively known she was a woman he wanted. Now he was pleased to find her wanting him just as much as he had wanted her.

Looking at Tracy, he knew she was very young, but he also knew hers was the kind of body that would hold up over many, many years. The man who eventually ended up marrying her would be very fortunate. He had no doubt she ,had some sexual experience, but from the way she was undulating, he could tell, compared to his wife she was a rank amateur. She was a sexy rank amateur, but she would learn.

His eyes rested on her ivory-white thighs, looking up into the valley between them, gazing at the pink, narrow vaginal slit wetly shining with a heavy flush of juices she was beginning to heavily secrete.

Tracy's other hand was patting the bed as she. motioned for him to lie beside her.

"I can stay like this all afternoon, if you can," she teased. "But since I'm rubbing my own clit for you, the least you could do is give me some kind of thrill by pulling on that thick pole of yours."

Her two experiences the previous week had made Tracy very aware of men, their wants and their needs. From the licentious look in Frischeen's eyes, she was fully aware he wanted to get on with it, but for the first time in a long time, he seemed uncertain. It was. as if he feared touching her would actually be violating something pure. She had to writhe some more on the mattress so her bouncing, rounded asscheeks seemed to corkscrew their way into the bedcover. She enjoyed the way her exhibiting of herself made his throbbing prick swell even more as his scrotum tightened around his swelling testicles.

"You're one hell of a cockteaser, aren't you?" he said, smiling at the way her hips gyrated on the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and his hands reached out to run lightly over her small, ripe, fruitlike breasts, pausing to pinch each grapelike pink nipple.

"Ahhhh," she gasped. "No, Mr. Frischeen, I'd make a very poor cockteaser, as you call it." And her free hand reached down and wrapped itself around the thick pike of his shuddering cock. "Oh my goodness, that has to be the biggest cock I've ever touched."

"Then you haven't touched very many," he said. "Although I'm big, there are many consider-ably bigger. And stop calling me Mr. Frischeen. That's much too formal, considering our circumstances. My name is Harold."

His own fingertips rode smoothly down over her flat, white belly into the patch of feather-light black hair curling beneath the palm of the hand she still had thrust between her thighs. Little by little his hand moved under her working fingers and took their place, massaging her clitoris with his own fingers, making her groan and sigh, feeling her hand squeeze his pulsating cock a little harder.

"And you are Tracy," he told her. "And what I am now touching is Tracy's pretty pussy."

There was burning heat coming from the wet hole between her thighs, and his finger now dipped into the flaming well, parting the inner lips a little, opening her up, realizing how unbelievably tight she was. He moved the tip of his finger around and around inside the tight oval mouth of her pulsating vaginal entrance.

"That hot cunt of yours is really ready," he whispered. "Now open those thighs wide and I'll give you a big surprise."

But before Frischeen could do anything, Tracy suddenly clamped her thighs tightly shut, squeezing her hot cunt lips around the tip of his invading finger as she began wildly humping up and down on the bed. "Oh Godd!" she gasped. "Godddddd! I'm . . . uhhh . . . going to come . . . goind to come . . . come . . . COMMMMMM! UggggHHHH!"

And she began bucking even more crazily, her compressing cunt lips rubbing harder and harder against the fingertip moving in and out of her. Her hand squeezed his cock all the more tightly, jerking it up and down, and now Frischeen felt himself gasping.

"You keep that up," he told her, "and I'll . . . uggghhh . . . shoot all over the ceiling. . . . "

Tracy was still moving up and down, out of control, unaware her hand was clutching Frischeen's throbbing cock. She screamed again as a third orgasm shot through her. God! She no longer had any control over herself. Once the climaxes started coming, they didn't seem to stop.

Frischeen was amazed at the girl's capacity to orgasm. No female he had ever known, his wife included, had ever been able to come like this girl. The way her vaginal interior was contracting let him know there was no way he would be able to fit his 'pulsating phallus into that narrow channel. And he knew his fucking instrument was too thick to fit into an asshole. Besides, he always considered assfucking something of a crudity. True, he had done it once or twice in his life, but never with women he respected. No, assfucking was out of the question. True, there was always her mouth, but it always seemed to him not to be in good taste for him to broach the subject first.

Tracy, through the haze of her climax, realized what was happening. Her orgasms were so close and so powerful, there was no way her cunt would open up enough to let him fit his cock inside. Yet she didn't dare walk out and leave him frustrated.

She was fully aware she had been frustrated for a long time -prior to her meeting with Paul Finn. After he had fucked her, she'd had her first good night's sleep in two years. She had no intention of letting Harold Frischeen suffer such tortures.

Little by little her own orgasms subsided, and her thighs slowly opened, releasing Frischeen's hand. Her own hand loosened its hold on his throbbing cock, and though she now cupped his balls, she did so very delicately.

Tracy sat up, and with a slight pressure from her palm, forced him to lie back on the bed. She knew she had to make good. Disappointing him would be like disappointing herself.

She stared at the upstanding poker, seeing the leaking fluid seeping from its tip. With her finger she tried rubbing the fluid back into his flesh, but the more she rubbed, the more fluid kept seeping out.

Thinking back, she remembered Steffie telling her Paul Finn had made her use her mouth the way he'd made Tracy use her pussy. Too, Frischeen had a very thick cock, and if a thin cock like Ralph Espizza's had been designed for her ass, a thick one like Harold Frischeen's, too thick now to fit into her snapping-tight cunt, would fit perfectly into her mouth.

"I'm new at this," she told him, sitting up on her knees, staring into his eyes. "If I don't do it right, please don't be angry. I'm doing my best. I really am."

"Hey," he smiled, his body still trembling. "Stop worrying. Whatever we do, we do because we enjoy it. You don't have to make explanations to me. You just enjoy whatever it is you do, like I've been enjoying myself."

Tracy wished all men were like this one. There would be a lot less trouble in the world if it were so. God! He was wonderful.

Her two hands clutched his thick, long rod, massaging the heavy pole. She leaned forward, face a few inches from the tip of the towering massivity. Her cool breath seemed to blow all over the rigid phallus, drying the thick, oily fluid seeping from it. The mere touch of her breath was enough to set his swollen dork shuddering anew.

Frischeen stared, fascinated, up on his elbows, his entire body trembling from the effect of his desire for her. For some reason he was able to sense her anxiety. She had confessed he was the first she was doing this to, and it made him feel good.

And then that anxious moment for which he had been waiting arrived as her tongue, of its own free will and accord, suddenly leaped out of her mouth and caught a drop just emerging from the tiny slit in his phallic glans. The head of his penis trembled and swelled even more as he felt the light tingle of her tongue against him.

Tracy felt the texture of the head of his cock with her tongue, and found it was smoother than she had imagined it to be. When touching it with her fingers it had always seemed rougher than the rest of his throbbing dick. She hadn't known what to expect, but so far, she had to admit to herself, she was not the least bit afraid. There was no way he would hurt her. And this knowledge more than anything else made her bold.

Her tongue began slowly circling the throbbing head, and soon maddening chills were shooting through his entire body. They began deep down inside, then rumbled to the top, shooting out through his skin.

Frischeen's hand reached down and his fingers coiled themselves in her ebony hair, slowly bringing her red, lip stick painted mouth closer to his throbbing putz. And then he felt the warm oval of her lips as they slowly closed around his thrumming penile point. Her soft inner mouth closed slowly around his hot prick, sending wild, aching sensations shooting through his body. Oh God! It had been so long, so long. Frischeen couldn't take the slowness. Oh Christ! It was too much to bear.

With a loud bellow that echoed around the room, he pressed down on her head, driving his hot cock forward into the burning depths of her quivering mouth, ramming relentlessly until he felt his rubbery point strike her throat. He held it there a long moment and was gratified to feel her lips close tightly around it as her hot, buttery mouth sucked, her jaws strongly pulling, her tongue rubbing up and down against the sensitive underside.

Tracy would never know what it was that made her clamp her lips so tightly around the pulsating prick, but she did know now that it was solidly in her mouth, she didn't want to let go. Mmmmm! God! It tasted wonderful, like nothing she'd ever sucked before. Unable to control herself, she felt her mouth sucking more and more of it in, rubbing the leaking point against the back of her throat, sucking, licking wildly with her tongue, tasting a rich, meaty flavor. She even risked chewing a little, and found him jumping in response, as if enjoying what her teeth were doing. If it had been her choice, she would have remained that way, with the flesh staff jammed into her mouth, with two inches still protruding below her lips.

But the choice wasn't hers; it was Frischeen's. He was the one to be made happy at this point. So when he bounced his own ass up and down on the bed, using his fingers to grip her hair tightly and move her head up as he was going down, then down as she was going up, starting a long, stroking movement, she obeyed, understanding what he wanted. His swollen Bork seemed to swell even more as she brought it to a greater sensitivity, running it back and forth between her lips.

Staring at the way his solid hunk of meaty muscle moved in and out between the circle of her lips intensified the licentious thrills shooting through his inner self. God! He felt hotter and hotter. His throbbing prick was now glistening with her saliva as it ran in and out of her mouth, looking like nothing less than a drenched log of yielding wood. At the same time her hands were gently rubbing his soft balls, moving them around in their sac without causing pain. Then one hand moved to fill that two-inch gap at the base of his cock, ringing it with her thumb and fingers, pumping in time to the way her head was moving up and down. He was able to feel the softness of her inexpert tongue swirl maddeningly around the tip each time her head rose, the point of her tongue literally slicing into the little slit in the head of his cock, slurping out more of the viscous fluid. His eyes were riveted to what her mouth was doing, but his hands were no longer holding her head. It was bobbing without any pressure from his fingers. Her mouth slurping loudly in its erotic labors around his pulsing prick. The lascivious sight drove him crazier with each passing moment.

Tracy felt her mouth completely clogged with the huge, swollen cock. Her tongue could sense the way it throbbed, and now she tightened the grip of her lips, sucking, sucking, sucking. The edges of her teeth pressed into the thickness of his shank, leaving a trail of white, bloodless scrapes under the skin. She shifted her position slightly, making her-self a little more comfortable and enabling her to take in another quarter-inch of pulsating prick. Her hand, which had been playing with his balls, now roamed between his thighs and began teasing his asshole. ;She squeezed his flat asscheeks, and this brought loud moans from deep within him. Her tongue continued its teasing, roaming around the thick head of the hard cock, feeling the glans swell even more as she rammed her face a little closer to his crotch, feeling the point of his penis actually press into her gullet. She almost gagged, but caught herself. She didn't want to make any sounds that would interrupt his enjoyment of what she was doing. She knew her esophagus had a narrow entrance, still . . . she wondered if she could fit the swollen cock inside. If so, if she could take the entire head and an inch of shaft into her tight gullet, her lips would be able to touch the hairy base of his pubis. Just why this was important, Tracy didn't know, yet somehow, in some way, she felt she had to be able to suck the entire wonderful length of hard prick into her mouth and keep it there until he finally came.

Frischeen felt the storm building in his balls and knew it wouldn't be long now. This might have been her first time, but in the girl's anxiety to please she was performing better than many women he had known who were experienced. His thrusting, swollen peckerhead felt as if it were ready to burst. It was so enlarged, he was certain the girl's narrow throat, clogged as it was, would gag. Yet he continued stroking his solid prong deeper and deeper, and her tongue continued licking with maddening spirals, and her lips sucked loudly and noisily as she appeared unaware of any-thing save the long, throbbing length of rigid muscle pumping between her lips.

Tremendous torrents of sensation were building higher and higher in his aching testicles, and he could see perspiration forming heavily all over her face and forehead. The more her face plunged up and down on his pumping staff, the heavier the sheen of perspiration became, and then he could feel the heavy droplets falling on his groin and thighs as drops continued falling down the side of her face. Her head was moving up and down more rapidly than any hand could pump, and he could see her hanging little breasts bouncing wildly as they dangled, the nipples time and again touching his thighs.

Frischeen felt the strong muscles in his stomach tighten, and he arched his back upward, slamming his thighs higher toward her beautiful face, thrilled that so lovely a countenance was surrounding his meaty cock. His loins jerked excitedly, moving closer and closer to her lovely face, partially obscured by the dangling hair clinging to her alternately bloated and hollowed cheeks. He fucked upward even faster and harder now, slamming his thick penis between those slender sucking lips, watching them pull out, displaying their inner pink softness each time he tugged his hard cock back.

Tracy was able to take a little. more of his throbbing phallus into the depths of her throat each time, her gullet opening a bit more as she relaxed it. Little by little her head was going lower and lower, and her narrow lips were reaching closer and closer to their hairy goal. As it was, his pelvic curls tickled her nose and brushed her upper lip. Now she hats to feel the flesh of his pelvis through the brown matting of hair there.

Had she witnessed some other female doing this first, she might well have been disgusted. But because she herself was involved in it, inhaling his strong, pleasing masculine scent, tasting the smooth, meaty flavor of his vibrating cock, she became aroused all over again. Her thighs clamped together as the outer vaginal lips clamped tightly around the large, extended clitoris. She was unaware of the fact her clitoris was half again as long as that of most women. It felt compressed between her tightly squeezing cunt lips, and she proceeded to rub her thighs back and forth, massaging and stimulating the tiny organ. Wild thrills were chasing themselves through her womanly body as she sucked all the more strongly now. The penis in her mouth was no longer there so she could give him pleasure. By rubbing into her gullet, it was giving her pleasure. There was an erotic area in her throat that was being massaged again and again by the moving cock, and though she still felt a slight choking sensation, it made her that much more aroused. Although she found it hard to believe, it was possible for a woman to have an oral orgasm, as well.

Frischeen groaned repeatedly, his mouth opening and closing as he gasped out incoherent mumblings. His teeth slammed together again and again, unable to believe so young and inexperienced a girl was building such wild sensations in him. The last time he had felt such wild sensations had been an eon ago, when he had first bedded down his wife.

Once more, his hands flew to her head. She had the entire thick cock in her mouth now. She was swallowing the full length again and again, massaging it with her lips and driving him wild. He was thrusting into her so fast, his ass was a blur. Had anyone slipped small stones beneath his ass as he moved he would have ground them to powder, the way his buttocks were slamming into the mattress. The moment was no longer approaching; it was there. He was going to come. He was going to shoot his load, and he was going to fire it into her "belly via her throat without giving her tongue or lips a chance to taste it.

"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" he growled and grumbled, the low guttural sound rising out of his chest as he felt the lava-like sperm begin its rapid travel up from his steaming balls, through the slender tube in the underside of his pulsing prick, finally jetting in needle-thin streams down her hungry throat. Tracy's passion-flushed cheeks hollowed in all the more tightly, pressing around the thickness of his cock-stem, greedily gulping the tasty seed down her anxious throat, letting it form pools in her belly. It wasn't until he began shrinking, and his penis could no longer fit its full length into her mouth and down her throat that she was finally able to taste the white seed. Against her tongue and palate it was like creamed caviar, and she swallowed and pulled with her lips, hoping to drain more of his dripping spunk from inside his thrusting phallic worm.

The harder she sucked, the more jism she pulled out, and the more she drained him, the smaller his cock shriveled. Finally, she decided it was empty. There was nothing more she could suck from him. But she continued compressing the spongy head between her lips as she rolled her thighs together again and again, suddenly shuddering as another series of orgasms overtook her. Her lips pulled even more tightly on his tiny cock as tremors wracked her body over and over.

When her own inner earthquake had subsided, Tracy finally removed her lips from his drained cock. She felt weak and limp, and made no resistance as he dragged her up beside him.

"You're quite a woman," he told her. "I've never known anyone quite like you."

"That makes two of us," she answered, "since I've never encountered anyone like you."

"I'd like to see more of you," he insisted.

"There isn't much more of me you can see, unless you want X-rays."

"You know what I mean," he told her.

"Yes," she nodded. "I know what you mean. And I think it can be arranged, from time to time. I find you utterly fascinating."

She fell asleep after that.

When she awoke, he had coffee perking. She would have made love with him again, but he confessed she had drained him.

"There'll be other times," he assured her. "Lots of them."