Chapter 5

Harold Frischeen's trust account was immense, and Ed Horner was amazed Tracy had been able to bring it into the house of Sternfeld & Hertz. But then, Steffie had also brought in two nice-sized accounts. The girls were turning out to be the two most valuable members of the company. They had already made substantial trades in, the accounts they'd brought in, and each would be taking home two hundred and fifty dollars a week for the next four months. Their accounts were building up nicely.

The next name on the list they had taken from Jackson & Co. was Joanne DeFranco. Tracy realized she might have a bit more trouble convincing Ms. DeFranco to switch her account, since she doubted the woman would be interested in the same benefits she had to offer Harold Frischeen. But she had to try. The account was nearly a half-million dollars big, though Tracy was willing to bet it had been much bigger before Paul Finn had gotten his hands on it.

Tracy called the woman and set up an appointment for the following week. Her own period had come, and the cramps were very annoying. For the rest of that week, she sat in the Sternfeld & Hertz boardroom, watching the stocks go by on the ticker tape. Marty Gluck, the boardroom manager, soon became an annoyance. He was large, overweight, burly, with white hair .and a nasty temper. True, he was showing his best side to Tracy, but she had seen him chew out more than one broker for not producing enough business. A man like that could be a detriment to the firm, since he wanted men trading their clients in and out for commissions, regardless of .whether or not it was good for the clients. He was a good producer, but she was willing to bet his customers suffered because of it. When he continued attempting toingratiate himself with her, she finally snapped, "Get away from me, Marty. I'm in the trust department. I'm not in your jurisdiction. I don't owe you a damn thing."

"I could do you a lot of good while you're here," Gluck told her. "So you keep a civil tongue in your head when talking to me."

"The way I'm producing, they're more likely to fire you than me. So sit on it, Marty."

Meanwhile, Steffie had brought in a third account. It was the small one Paul Finn had originally given her to placate her for teaching her how to use her mouth. The customer was overjoyed to finally see someone show an interest in his account for his sake rather than for the trades that could be made.

The week seemed to take forever. Tracy wanted to get on with making money. She had never thought it could be so enjoyable.

Sunday, the fifth day of her period, she went to a local drugstore and got Dr. Espizza's prescription filled. And she began taking the pills as pre-scribed.

Her parents were proud of her making good in so short a time. It was unbelievable. To think their little girl was succeeding in the world of high finance. And as far as they were concerned, business seemed to agree with her. Her body had a healthier glow it, she was smiling all the time. Yes, work was good for their daughter.

Monday afternoon, Tracy went to visit Joanne DeFranco. The woman lived in an elite part of town, in a small three-room apartment reeking with elegance. There was something different about Joanne, and Tracy sensed it the moment she entered the apartment. For all its elegance, it was not feminine. All the furniture, all the designs were masculine. And Joanne herself, a stunning brunette, had her brown hair tied back in a bow, and was wearing a wine-colored velvet suit, with a white man-tailored blouse and a wine-colored matching tie. She looked about thirty.

Tracy sat on the large Victorian sofa and explained the reason for her visit, and Joanne listened. When Tracy finished, Joanne said, "I agree, I could do much worse than to take the account away from the trust department at Jackson, but even though you've explained to me what you would do to improve it, how can I be certain about you?"

"I don't understand," Tracy replied.

"Dear girl," Joanne said, pouring out two glasses of cognac, "I confess my knowledge of finances is limited. But my knowledge of banks and investments companies is fairly good. Most banks, brokerage firms, and the like don't give a damn about the individual accounts they handle. Most accounts, like mine, are almost always poorly managed. One must get to know the individual on a personal basis when allowing that individual to manage the account. For instance, I knew Tony Dorano, the man who handled the Jackson trust department before this Mr. Finn. Mr. Dorano was a fine man, and under him, my account grew from a hundred and fifty thousand dollars to nearly three quarters of a million. Mr. Finn has reversed the process, and I have been looking for a company to manage whatever is left of my money before Mr. Finn utterly wipes out the account. But I'd like some sign of good faith on your part. I mean, unless there's some kind of personal bond between us, I don't think I'd dare let my account into your hands."

"Well, I'd very much like to give you a sign of good faith, as you call it," Tracy responded. "But I don't quite know what it is you want.

"Dear girl," Joanne told her, reaching out and touching her shoulder, "the sign I want is some-thing pleasant, very pleasant. I'm certain if we come to an agreement concerning a personal relationship, we can extend that agreement to financial matters."

Tracy began understanding, even though it still wasn't completely clear to her. She'd had no idea a woman would want some kind of sexual relation-ship with her, yet that was precisely what Joanne DeFranco seemed to be proposing. She had heard of this kind of woman.

Having discovered relationships between men and women were far from the disgusting things her parents had attempted to make her believe, it occurred to Tracy. a relationship with a woman might be similarly interesting. It might even be enjoyable. By playing with another woman, Tracy decided she might be able to discover what it was about her body that fascinated men.

"I quite agree," Tracy nodded.

"Good," the other woman smiled, putting down her empty cognac glass. Tracy did the same. Then the two women got to their feet, as Joanne said, "I think you'll agree, a bed will be far more comfortable."

"Yes, yes," Tracy nodded.

Her legs felt a little weak. For some reason she felt uncomfortable. Had Joanne been a man, the whole thing would have been exciting, but the idea of a woman seemed a little too much. Yet, she had already agreed, and she knew full well to back out now would be to lose the account. While with Harold Frischeen her body was simply a pleasure instrument to be enjoyed, with Joanne DeFranco it had become a tool of business.

"You're very beautiful," Joanne told her as they entered the bedroom. "But then you know that. You'd have to be blind not to see it."

"Thank you," Tracy nodded. "You're very lovely yourself."

"Handsome," Joanne told her. "I'm hand-some. Come, let me help you undress."

Her hands were gentle, and Tracy felt very warm. More, she felt a little dizzy. The cognac. There had been something in it. She slowly sank to the bed and lay down, feeling as if she were lying in a rowboat, floating on a quiet lake. Her body felt tiny prickles, and she knew she wanted to be loved and caressed.

Joanne's fingers moved slowly, opening the but-tons of Tracy's blouse, not wanting to disturb the tranquil feeling the girl was first starting to enjoy. One by one she undid the buttons, then removed the blouse.

Yes, she had drugged the girl with a mild aphrodisiac. There weren't supposed to be any real aphrodisiacs, but Joanne knew better. The drug she was using was totally different from any of the hard stuff being sold in the underworld market, nor was it anything like banana peel scrapings or LSD or even pot. It came from the jungles of South America, and it induced a state of euphoria, titillating the sexual organs from within, making the erogenous zones more sensitive to manipulation. It had cost Joanne a small fortune to get her hands on an ounce of the stuff, but she was glad she'd paid it. The stuff was terrific. It always worked, but most important, its only after-effect, which took place at least once a day each day for the rest of the week, was to create a desire for sexual contact in the person who had taken it.

With the blouse off, Joanne paused to look at Tracy's lovely body, studying the details of her small, firm, bra-covered breasts along with her shapely hips and slightly curvaceous thighs. Yes, this was more than a lovely girl. This was an exceptionally stunning girl, and she, Joanne, had to possess her. Yes, once she totally undressed the luscious young creature, the two of them would truly be able to enjoy one another. There was no doubt in Joanne's mind this was Tracy's first experience with another woman. Yet Joanne was gentle enough, and she knew she could make it enjoyable for the innocent young girl.

She had to kneel on the bed to turn the lush brunette onto her belly so she could work the skirt down and off.

"Golly," Tracy gasped. "I feel like I'm free-floating in the air." She almost giggled, she felt so high. But she remained lying still, almost like a dead weight, as Joanne got off the bed again. Cool air in the room seemed to saturate her body, tickling her, yet arousing her.

"Only the bra and pantyhose and we'll be ready," Joanne assured her, removing her shoes.

Unhooking the back of the girl's bra, she then reached down and began working both panties and pantyhose off the girl's body. Her bare back was alabaster white, and Joanne noted the girl had no blemishes of any kind. There wasn't even a beauty mark on her. Her skin had a light sheen of perspiration, creating the illusion of white satin.

The 'melon-shaped swells of Tracy's buttocks looked delightful. Joanne had the panties and hose below her thighs, and could see the dark crevice between the girl's perfectly rounded asscheeks. The quivering jellylike firmness seemed to excite Joanne even more. She, too, had sipped a, bit of the aphrodisiac, and could feel the heat building in her own body. Reaching between the girl's thighs, she felt the wetness of her steaming nookie, and became even more excited and aroused.

"Ummmmm," Tracy sighed as she felt the light, gentle contact, of Joanne's fingers against her tender vaginal lips. Wild, shivering chills went soaring up and down her spine, and her emotions confused her. These were the same feelings she'd felt with Harold Frischeen. A fiery sensation in her lower belly was growing and becoming more demanding. Yet the hotter she became, the higher she seemed to free-float. She put pressure on her elbows and breasts, lifting her lower half up to allow the easier removal of her panties and hose.

Pleased by Tracy's response to touch, Joanne removed the garments, and looking at the white, naked beauty in front of her, felt somewhat bolder. From the girl's even breathing, she was afraid Tracy might have fallen asleep. Her own heart began pounding, worrying she might have given her too much of . the aphrodisiac. Reaching out with her hand, she let her fingers slowly tease their way up Tracy's thigh.

"Yesssss," Tracy hissed. "That feels so nice, so very nice."

Joanne was relieved to find the girl wide awake, even if she was drifting deeper and deeper into her euphoric state. Her mind might feel as if it were drifting, but she wouldn't be too far gone. There would be no numbness, neither of the body nor of the mind. Tracy would be able to appreciate every-thing going on. The girl's cunt was dripping with liquid seeping from within. Joanne was going to have one big ball.

Standing, Joanne undressed herself, revealing an excellent feminine figure. Confronted with this lush, wonderful naked body, she intended enjoying it to the fullest, and she'd see to it Tracy enjoyed it all, as well.

This was the kind of girl with whom she could easily fall in love. She would have to be careful. To fall in love with her would be to let herself be dominated by the girl. That was something Joanne didn't want. But she couldn't help feeling stimulated by the idea of making love to this sweet girl. She was relatively young, with wide, flaring hips and a swollen cunt; her large, bouncing tits only seemed to heighten her need to play with another woman. Often, when she was alone, she closed her eyes and sucked on her own nipples, pretending another woman was with her. She had small areolas, dark brown, matching her dark-brown nipples.

"Tracy?" she called out to the young girl, once more sitting on the bed.

Tracy only murmured her response, sounding incoherent because her mind was centered on the wonderful feelings shooting through her. She was dreaming about the bedroom scene she had shared with Harold Frischeen. It seemed very real to her at that moment. After all, there was a naked body on the bed beside hers. Deep inside there was that overwhelming need to be loved and fucked. Her body was burning to be satisfied, and she wanted it to be teased and caressed all over.

"Ummm . . . yesssss . . . yesssss . . . " she gasped as Joanne softly ran fingers up and down her sensitive spine.

Joanne was ready to whisper to the girl again, but then changed her mind. She decided words at this point were superfluous. She had some sort of spell over the girl, and talking might break it. Tracy was reacting exactly as she wanted, so the smartest thing would be to speak with her hands.

Joanne's nipples were harder than chips of coal, and she could feel the heavy wetness forming in the soft folds of her own soaking cunt. Her continued caressing of Tracy was making her more and more aroused. Bending forward, Joanne kissed the young girl's naked back, using her tongue to draw a wet line from the nape of her neck down to the top of her buttocks.

"Unnnnnhhhhh . . . ooooooohh . . . gooooood," Tracy sighed, feeling tiny sensations of heated flesh moistly running down her back.

God! Tracy thought, first realizing what was happening to her. The woman was so unbelievably gentle, so delightful. She seemed to know just what to do. She wanted the fondling to go on indefinitely.

The girl was enjoying what she was doing, and it made Joanne feel good. As a woman, she wished to impart nothing but pleasure to other women, and it made her happy to know when she was succeeding. She had an overpowering urge to turn the girl over and press herself against her, belly to belly and breast to breast. But Tracy wasn't ready for that yet. Soon, though, very soon.

Now her tongue was running over the satin smoothness of each of Tracy's asscheeks, and the thrilling, tantalizing scent of the girl's vaginal Juices reached her nostrils, making them quiver. It mingled with the fainter scent of her own arousal. Soon she would have this precious girl so thrilled, she would beg to he fucked. And though she was a woman, she had to "cock" she would be able to supply to the girl.

Joanne snapped her tongue back into her mouth, parting Tracy's thighs even wider. The cool air in the room tickled Tracy's outer lips, tantalizing her inner labia. Tracy groaned and sighed, then gasped as Joanne's tongue moved between her inner thighs, touching her outer cunt lips, lap-ping the colorless sauce from them, then moving the tongue to the crevices where her legs joined her torso.

The teasing tongue touching her tender vaginal slices was like an electric wire sending lustful charges into her body, blistering her with shuddering desire. The thrilling feelings seemed to paralyze her, and even if she'd wanted to resist, Tracy knew better than to try. The warmth of the cover and pillow under "her body and face, rubbing against the solid nipples of her small, full breasts, gave her a strange security that whatever happened would be for the best. It was all so good, she didn't want it to stop . . . ever. Tracy made up her mind Joanne could do whatever she pleased. Her aching cunt was tingling with anxiety, and now she spread her thighs all the wider, giving that marvelous tongue greater access to the pool of her pink pussy.

Raven hair, even on her pelvis, Joanne noted, seeing strands sticking out from beneath the pink, primrose inner path. God! It was one lovely sight. Her mouth was watering, and she had to swallow to keep the saliva from spilling all over the girl's thighs.

Reaching between Tracy's thighs with her left hand, Joanne slowly moved her middle finger through the wet slice into the sodden hole. Then she backed the finger out of the sucking swamp and moved along the coral crevice until she felt the long, hard, shuddering clitoris. She was amazed at the length and thickness of it, and envied Tracy her sensitive nodule. She could feel the black, curling hairs rub against the tip of her finger, and used the thumb and forefinger of her other hand to part the pink pussy lips even more widely. Her eyes stared at the rich healthy inner labia, and she felt hungrier than ever. This was a pussy meant for eating. When she moved her other hand back, she was actually able to see the long, pink nubbin of Tracy's clitoris. The sight of it aroused her all the more, and she tickled the sensitive bud with her finger.

"Uuuuunnnggghhh!" Tracy gasped as the tickling finger lightly teased the pink extension again and again.

To Tracy's mind, all the pleasure she had recalled -feeling Paul Finn's cock in her cunt, Ralph Espizza's prick in her tight asshole, and Harold Frischeen's stolid organ in her throat -returned. Even though nothing was touching her inner vaginal walls, nothing was teasing her asshole, and nothing was jammed down her throat, all the sensitive inner pressures seemed to be massaged. Minor orgasms welled up inside her, tantalizing her body again and again, teasing her, telling her she was coming, and yet . . . the climaxes weren't strong enough. They only seemed to make her feel hotter. Stimulating charges of sensual bliss came shooting from her body, blasting from the nerve center of her beaded clitoris. She began writhing against the bed, pressing her sensitive clitoris into the cover while feeling Joanne's massaging finger raise her to new, even more delectable heights. Her breath was coming in short, heavy gasps, and the blaze in her pussy was becoming stronger and stronger.

And then, Joanne's moving finger once again slipped into the sucking well of her steaming pussy. The slender finger, imitating a wonderful prick, tickled the scalloped edges of her inner labia, moving around and around and around. Then, just as it seemed it might push in more deeply, it once again withdrew. Tracy writhed her body more intensely to the mattress, seeking the tempting finger. Her vaginal lips, like clamps, reached out and tried gripping the finger, but she couldn't find it.

"More," Tracy begged. "More, more, more. Give me more."

Her moaning voice sounded as if she were drunk as Joanne once again slid her middle finger into the seething center of her sopping slit. She pushed the finger deeper and deeper this time, not stopping until the entire length of it was sucked all the way into her. Her finger ground around and around, while her palm pressed against the brunette's asscheeks, forcing the twin globes of her buttocks apart until her heel was actually grinding against the girl's puckered anal center. Now the finger worked in and out of the wet, gooey cuntal bog, bringing Tracy to a higher level on the erotic scale. And Joanne felt intensely delighted,' knowing she was the one making Tracy wriggle all over the bed. God! Watching the way the girl was moving made her want to impale her own vagina. Not that she wanted a man's penis. Men were too boorish, too thoughtless, too concerned with fitting themselves into the narrow, tender passageways to think how it might be affecting the women they were fucking. Joanne had been fucked by men. She'd been laid, relayed, parlayed, and even fileted. But the fact that there was a man on the other end of the instrument wedged into her seemed to take away from the pleasure.

Hell! Her own cunt would receive plenty of enjoyment. Right now, she had to make sure Tracy was enjoying everything. That was the thing of primary importance. Soon, she would have the, girl so piping hot, she would accept her as casually as if she were a handsome, sexy male.

With her right hand, Joanne reached under the body of the prone girl and managed to grab her right nipple. This she began squeezing and pinching while she continued reaming her finger in and out of the beautiful girl's flooding snatch. The enlarging excitement in her own body became almost unbearable. She could no longer think of merely gratifying the girl. She had to do things to please herself as well. Each sigh and gasp of enjoyment coming from Tracy's open mouth seemed to mirror the feelings going on inside Joanne. From the intensity of feeling enlarging between her own thighs she knew she would have to do something now, or explode., Keeping her left middle finger inside Tracy's pussy, she used her right hand to reach out to the other night table, opening the top drawer. Reaching inside, she pulled out a long box. Opening the box, she unwrapped the dildo she kept cleaned and jellied in there. She was so hot, she was ready to ram the cock-like instrument into her teeming vagina. But no, no, she had to use it on Tracy. She could use it on herself later. She had to make the girl enjoy all this so much, she would want to come back and try all this without any kind of stimulation.

The dildo had been carefully cleaned so there would be no irritants to inflame vaginal tissue. Then it had been coated with a vaginal jelly and wrapped in a special skin-like cover of fish membrane to keep it sanitary until it was ready for use.

Holding up the large, thick phallus, a spire both longer and thicker than that sported between the thighs of any normal male, she felt a sense of power flooding through her own body, knowing she would be jamming it between the thighs of the helplessly writhing girl beneath her. This thrilled and excited her all the more, making the hot sauce in her creaming cunt bubble even faster. Yes, she was more than anxious to hold the cock in her hand and plug it into the helpless girl.

When Joanne finally pulled her middle finger from the seething depths of Tracy's pussy, the slender brunette reached behind her in an attempt to catch the hand and shove it back in. But Joanne took the same finger and brought it to her mouth, sniffing it, then sucking on it, licking off all the tasty fluids she had scooped out of Tracy's throbbing cunt. Then she pressed the finger into her own flaming center.

Tracy began rubbing her anxious cunt, feeling another orgasm lingering nearby. She didn't want the small, teasing orgasms she'd been experiencing. Now she wanted a huge, overpowering, gut-wrenching climax to tear all the anxiety out of her.

And then she felt herself being rolled over onto her back by warm, gentle hands. She expected someone like Harold Frischeen to be there, ready to ram his long, thick, solid muscle into her. Her mind was spinning, and she could no longer clearly think about what was going on. She shut her eyes in an attempt to ease the spinning sensations in her brain.

"Now!". she screamed. "Fuck me now! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Yes, you sweet darling," Joanne whispered. "Now. Here it comes."

Using both hands, Joanne parted Tracy's thighs even wider, shoving her knees back until the caps touched her breasts. Even as she pushed, she looked at the perfection of Tracy's small breasts, and she couldn't resist dipping her head and sucking on a nipple for an instant. This only served to make Tracy hotter, and she squealed. She sucked the pink nipple strongly, making it even harder as blood flowed into it, stimulating it. Feeling Tracy writhe, she bit into it, and the younger girl shouted her lustful enjoyment of it all. Her own full .breasts were slamming into Tracy's flat belly as she sucked and chewed on the spongy nipple between her lips. Her teeth clamped down all the harder, and Tracy writhed more and more. Her hands reached out and tightly surrounded Joanne's head, pushing while trying to yank her nipple from the overpowering grip of Joanne's lips.

Joanne had to yank hard to tug her head from between the girl's pulling hands. From the way the girl was squirming, she realized she could no longer delay ramming the huge dildo into the girl.

"You promised to fuck me," Tracy was gasping. "You promised. Fuck me! Fuck me, now!"

Tracy was all but screeching, her body moving as if a raging wild animal were trapped inside -an animal with a mind all its own. The heated lips and strong teeth working on her nipples had driven her mad with wanton desire, and now, with her thighs wide apart, her knees up to her chest, she prepared for the inevitable thrust that would eventually bring her that long-sought-for relief. She wanted a big, fat, hard cock rammed all the way up into her tight, creaming snatch.

Holding the solid rubber dildo by its end, Joanne pressed the heavy rubber point into the hair-lined gash of the young girl's excitedly throbbing pussy. Pushing it into the soft flesh, she heard Tracy let her breath out in relief as she felt the mighty dildo probe into her. Though it lacked the warmth of a cock, it was the thickest thing she had ever had pressed into her. It moved deeper and deeper, and her tight, quivering pussy flowered open to gobble it all up, trying to suck it as far in as possible. She moaned and gasped, ramming her tender pussy higher and higher on the rubber penis as Joanne felt it sink deeper and deeper into the young brunette. The older woman was surprised to see the dildo still going in. She had never been able to take more than three quarters of the length of the rubber hardness, but this sweet, innocent young thing had a deeper well than she. Still water really runs deep, she thought to herself, smiling. Little by little she increased the pressure of her thrust. "UUuuuuunnnngggghhhh!" Tracy gasped, feeling the swollen head of the imagined penis working into her tight pussy. She arched her thighs against the probing rubber prick, anxious to feel that rubbery point butt against her cervix. It was swollen, immense, far larger than anything Harold Frischeen had shoved into her. But she was so needful of it, she didn't care if the unyielding artificial cock slashed her cunt in two. The pressure against her helplessly throbbing pussy walls increased steadily. The swollen rubber pressed her insides so far out, she felt as if it would drive her mad. But then the cervix felt the rubber knob slam into it, and suddenly all was total, unutterable rapture.

"Uhhh . . . ahhhh . . . ohhhh . . . yessssss . . . " Tracy gasped, feeling the heavy cock being rhythmically stroked in and out of her. Joanne was enjoying herself, seeing she was the one capable of bringing this sweet young thing to satisfaction. She watched as the flat belly of the brunette jerked and spasmed wildly up and down as the flesh seemed to ladder in and out. When she looked at Tracy's face, she could see the brunette was in a mad state of ecstatic wonder. The long, black hair whipped wildly about as her head rolled swiftly from side to side. Some of the hair clung to her face, stuck there by her own perspiration. Tracy's hands were covering her own small, hard, swollen breasts, frantically rubbing them up and down, back and forth, pressing her palms into her nipples. Her heels dug into the bed as her thighs stretched out, the cords in them straining as she slammed her cunt higher and higher, aching to feel that internal withering blast that would send her to the never-never land of orgasmic delight.

Joanne stared, unable to believe the strength with which Tracy was reacting. The sight was overpoweringly stimulating, and it made her own body burn that much more with internal heat. At her strongest, she was never able to match this kind of reaction. The girl was unbelievable. Then she remembered the little electric switch at the end of the dildo. It would start a small vibrator going inside the penis-shaped monstrosity buried in Tracy's sucking snatch. She was all set to turn it on, but held back for a moment, pressing her other hand between her own slick, juicy cunt lips. Her drenched pussy was soaking wet, swamped with heavy lubrication flowing freely from it, and she rammed two fingers into the opened passageway. Tracy let out a loud sigh, bucking her body hard to continue swallowing the entire length of the heavy dildo inside her grasping, sucking, mired vagina. Now, Joanne, thought. Now was the time to turn on the vibrator. Flicking the switch, she turned on the vibrator, violently ramming her own fingers deeper and deeper into her fuming pussy.

"Ayyyaaaggghhh . . . almost there . . . " Tracy began gasping. "Ohhh Goddddd . . . I cannnnnnn feeeeeel ittttttt.. . . " she shouted, her voice rapt with ecstatic thrills as the hard, artificial cock buried itself repeatedly to the hilt in her belly, suddenly coming violently to life as it vibrated through her tender channel. The head was pressed all the way into her tight, narrow cervical opening, transmitting sensations to every nerve in her delicate body, and it was all she needed to make her peak. Kicking her long, lithe limbs wide apart, she wildly bounced on the bed as the scream came tearing out of her throat.

"HERE IIIIIIIIITTTTTTTT COMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMESSSS.. . . " she bellowed. "COMMIIINNNNGGGUUUHHH . . . "

Joanne was able to see how tightly Tracy's asscheeks began clenching as they remained arched and upraised, her squeezing cunt walls pressing against the invading dildo as if trying to chew on it. Her cuntal fluids poured burningly from around the edges of the madly flailing rubber cock as her belly twitched and jerked with tremendous upheavals of .apparently never-ending, all-consuming delight.

Staring at the wild way Tracy was coming, Joanne regretted .having initiated this course of action this quickly. God! She was starved for an orgasm. She saw the hot, literally steaming oil come seeping out of the brunette's tender pussy, flowing out around the hardened dildo as her belly seemed to suck all the way in again and again, trembling and spasming with wild, inundating power. The hot, oily fluid was trickling down Tracy's inner thighs, falling onto the bed, running into the arched-up crevice between her asscheeks, falling into her tightly clenched asshole. She gasped repeatedly, twitching and writhing in time to the clutching closure of her pussy each time another part of the orgasm struck.

Joanne's tongue was all but hanging out as she stared at the dying thrills slowly seeping out of Tracy's palpitating pussy. She turned off the vibrator, not wanting the girl to have too much of the wild sensation. Too much could be just as bad as too little.

Tracy's arms and legs remained wide apart as she lay there, totally exhausted. And Joanne, con-tent she had done a perfect job, slowly tugged the thick hunk of penis-shaped rubber from the still-clutching cunt. She watched the pink ridges of Tracy's inner pussy lips cling tightly to the dildo for a moment, completely reluctant to release the member. And when it finally did come out, it made a loud, sucking "pop."

Still holding the lube-saturated dildo, Joanne rose from the bed and stared down at the exhausted, sleeping girl. Yes, she had gone too far, too quickly, for she had wanted to introduce Tracy to the Sapphic way of love, and all she had succeeded in doing was satisfying the girl in an artificially heterosexual way. She had wanted to show the brunette the pleasures of cunt lapping, teach her to do to her own pussy what she should have done to the pink, pink labia of Tracy's tight vagina.

Lying down on the bed beside the sleeping Tracy, Joanne vowed she would do all these things with the pretty brunette, even if it meant transfer-ring her trust account to wherever Tracy wished. She drew her thighs wide apart until her own anxious pussy was totally exposed, then touched the thick head of the rubber dick between her gaping labia, shoved until it was all the way in, then turned on the vibrating switch.. . .