Chapter 1

The girl named Sandy lay back on the thick Norwegian rug in front of the sofa. Her smallish breasts held hard, brown nipples and her legs fell open, inviting me between them.

I dropped to my knees and relaxed back on my haunches, resting my hands on the insides of her thighs, near, but not quite touching, the delicious split mound of flesh. There was a languidness in the air. No hurry, I thought, but my prick stuck up from between my thighs like an enraged dragon.

Sandy shook her long blonde hair out over the multicolored stripes of the carpet and looked up at me through hooded eyes.

"Don't ever stop!" she said.

"I haven't even started."

She grinned. "Fuck me hard . . . " she paused, trying to think of my name.

"Paul!" She closed her eyes. "Fuck me hard, Paul."

"Paul!"

"This one's for you, baby."

She looked up at me, excitement snapping in her eyes. Then she raised her head and looked down at my midsection.

"Oh!" She spoke a volume of anticipation in the word. "Oh, wow!"

She was hot as hell already. I straightened myself up on my knees so that my cock stood out over her.

Without saying anything more, she slid her hand down over her belly onto the thick mound of flesh covered with blonde curls, which lay between her legs. At the tips of her fingers, her reddened nails dug slightly between the thickening lips and spread them wide open.

Between her spread fingers I could see soft folds of flesh through which I would have to push to discover the long wet tunnel that was to receive me.

With her right hand she reached out and clutched my penis, sending shivers of anticipation racing through my body. I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms.

She moved urgently and pushed the heavy glans between her fingers. For a moment I felt the hard clitoris; then she guided my machine down through the shallow channel. The clouds of soft flesh caressed and wet the flared purple gland shield, making it ready to push through the closed mouth into the swallowing walls of her sex.

A groan slipped from between my lips as I pushed through the parting walls, letting my hips down until the wet lips of her cunt were, at last, strained to the utmost around the thick root of my rod.

Her breath caught suddenly as the heavy head planted itself firmly against the very utmost top of her passage and my ball bag lay on her ass, between her widespread legs.

A deep shudder shook my body. There is nothing more beautiful than the moment when you let yourself down between a new pair of thighs and feel the deep sliding kiss of a new cunt enveloping you.

I parted the lips of her mouth with my own, pushed my tongue deep inside and, at the same time, I pushed down between her legs as hard as I could so she would know she was penetrated, fully penetrated; no fraction of an inch had been saved from me. Her arms slipped around my back and pulled until I relaxed my weight on her entirely and let my tongue slide toward her ear.

"Oh, my god," she said into my ear several times. "Fuck me, Paul. Hard...as hard as you can."

I began to pump in and out of the tunnel of flesh gripping me. I did not let my pace slacken, my body was no longer a thing of flesh, it was a driving machine. It had set up a rhythmic pounding pace, driving to the ultimate rush of hot fluid.

"Again, Paul. Again."

Her words inflamed me and a rage of passion kept me pounding on and on until, suddenly, in a violent effort, her hands grabbed my cock, managing to dislodge it

In a frenzy I stabbed, trying to bury it in her again. Hot, angry words jumped into my head but before I could shout them at her, I felt the tight, closed door of another entrance. She wanted me to fuck her ass!

My cock was huge and hard, but it was already wet and slick. I did not try to control myself, I plunged into it with the same pounding tempo; its tight, dry wall tore at me, hot stabs of pain shot through my body.

As I exploded into her ass, deep in her bowels, sudden gushes lubricating the dry tunnel, she screamed a long contorted orgasm. I collapsed on her, my cock still stuck in her ass, my breath coming in long hot gasps.

She was sobbing, her face turned into the thick, rich pile of her rug. I pulled my hips up slowly, letting her breasts support my weight, savoring the thrill of my cock's full length sliding out of her, of her deep flesh closing behind it as I retreated.

I held myself for a moment, letting only the tip of my rod hold my niche in her flesh. Her breath stopped in anticipation.

I held up for as long as I could stand it, then gathering my strength, .plunged back into her with one hard thrust. Dimly I heard a groaning scream in my ear. I withdrew once again and pounded her, slamming down against her split cheeks, stroking strong stroke after strong stroke, until my mind was stunned.

Her body strained up to meet the challenge of my thrust each time only to be slammed back to the floor again and again until her breath was coming in searing painful stabs and she was bucking and groaning under me.

The room was whirling, the pictures on the wall, the open window, all seemed to be moving around and around us. I pulled myself up and steadying my head, I looked down at her tortured tormented body. Her contorted animal face drove a thunderous new rage into me. I watched her as I pounded her with my body, plunged into her with murderous force.

"Oh, Paul, Paul," she yelled in gasping spurts, "Stop. Stop! I can't take it any more! I can't . . . " Suddenly her body stiffened and a low muffled scream ripped out of her throat. Her nails dug into my back, she pushed and screamed, "Oh, my god, oh my god. Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me!"