Chapter 1

The first time I saw Felicia Anto I was sitting on a rickety old farm fence, smoking a cigarette and wondering how I was going to walk almost a hundred miles and get where I wanted to in four hours. I was pretty sure that I couldn't walk twenty-five miles an hour. Besides, I was still sober, so I was sure that I couldn't fly. But, there I sat, without fare to reach my weekend destination, since I couldn't touch my buddies for more than the tariff demanded by the subway between Times Square and Coney Island.

However, I still wasn't discouraged. I pondered the question ... Still no Seven League Boots, and then I looked down that 'lonesome road. ... But it was no longer lonesome, for there came Cleopatra in a chariot pulled by eight panting horses. The only difference was that she wasn't pulled by eight horses but by one hundred, and they were purring instead of panting. "One of them," I thought automatically, the gals with time on their hands....Who can wave their magic wands ... And leaving their drone-like husbands ... while away the pleasant hours in erotic love on soft warm sands ... I was wrong. She had no husband at the moment, but she had and she adored erotic love on the sands. Later I was to know that, in a sense, she was a female Pied Piper. She didn't need to wave a wand, and she had no fife, but there was a lute that needed playing on its taut strings, an instrument that gave forth high pitched shrieks when fingers touched the right place.

At first I didn't think she'd stop, then die car slowly glided to a halt. She leaned over and said, "Want a lift, buddy? Hop in!"

"Thanks," I answered, "I thought I was going to be firmly fixed to that fence for the duration." As she put the car in gear, I turned and examined my welcome benefactor. Blonde with the careful grooming that comes with hours in a Beauty Salon ... well-rounded curves that advertised experience and wrapped up in packaged trimmings that drew the leg clad in gossamer silk. I noticed that like many women drivers, she was having trouble with her dress which had moved up over her legs as she shifted in her seat. I like the soft contours of her thighs and the small bit of creamy white about the wispy triangle where her legs joined and whether my destination for the weekend would be changed. Here I was in a Cadillac and thinking about the twenty year old Packard slogan, "Ask the man who owns one." Well, I was going to try to own this little lady for at least forty-eight hours.

During my short look at her assets, she was saying things that I hadn't heard, remarks that probably needed no answers if I had heard them. Soon our conversation started to snowball however, and I found out that her name was Felicia Anton, that she thought today a beautiful day for a drive, that she had just been visiting an old sorority sister, and where did I want her to drop me off? "Oh, I have plenty of time," I replied, "I have two hours to train time. Look, my train leaves from Central Station. Why don't you have a drink or two with me till then? The least you can let me do is return a favor."

"I'd love too," she said, and I-wondered if I was mistaking about the car speeding up a bit. The ride in was extremely pleasant, especially as we careened around bends in the road, and I was tossed against her pliant body by the rock motion of the car. Visions were already racing through my head, but a traffic light ahead signaling 'slow' decided my course of action.

A few minutes later, we were comfortably seated in the corner booth of a cocktail lounge where waiters served heady drinks and minded their own business. "You know," she said as she sipped a Martini, "I'd like to thank you for adding a new note to an otherwise staid day. You realize of course that I stopped deliberately. I wanted to see just why you looked so lonesome sitting there on that silly little fence like a lost crow."

"Have you found out why now," I asked. "Yes," she said, "I think you needed a few minutes of my scintillating company. Don't you agree?" I answered by slowly tickling her ear. She looked surprised as if to say 'Why didn't you rub my thigh then? That's what others usually do.' Her smile seemed to hold some secret behind it, and as we talked her outer veneer of sophistication began to take on a newer meaning. She was on her third Martini when she suddenly said. "Tell me, do you think I'm a nice Pick-up." Her tone was maudlin, a distant change from her previous sarcastic, almost laughing manner.

"No, you're wrong there. I don't consider you a pickup, but rather a gracious patron of journeymen of the road." Immediately she brightened, and I thought if a woman is this changeable, she might be given to quick passion.

My arm was around her shoulders now as I continued to tickle the fleshy lobe of her ear. She moved her head a little under my fingers, then looked up at me and started to say something. I didn't give her a chance to get the words out of her mouth. Her lips were slightly parted, and they felt warm as I darted my tongue along the corner of her mouth, and, with my right hand, caressed the under portion of her breast. The drinks were slowly acting. She wiggled a little under my mouth, then thrust out her breasts until my fingers felt, through the soft material of her dress, a nipple that was hardening to a cone-like firmness. She suddenly drew air out of my mouth, and replaced it with a snake-like tongue that was searching out hidden crevices of my passion. I felt a pressure on my fly, then suddenly her hand was inside my pants, her cool fingers were around my stiff prick which was beginning to pulse madly. I could hardly think of this delightful surprise; all I wanted to do was take her into the dark shadows of a bed, feel her firm, lush body under me, her legs around my back, as we rotated in a wild orgy that would lock out the world around us.

Our passion slowly gained a steadier footing, our hands roamed more caressingly over each other's body.. each touch was a longing for complete rapture, each touch was a promise that the rest of time held hidden delights that we would find together. We held each other tightly within the confines of our small booth. Her head was back as my tongue skipped along the sensitive veins in her throat and lingered as it reached the perfumed valley which let to the forbidden peaks of desire. My tongue was no longer a part of me.

My fingers felt disembodied as they roamed "The Elysian Fields" where thought was sensation and will was desire. Gradually our bodies, Felicia's and mine, became familiar in spirit....

We were both breathlessly waiting until they could become familiar physically in the consuming burst of flame that would make one minute ours alone in the passage of eternity. Inside our glowing bodies we waited ... for we knew that this was not to be hurried.

My hand was under the table, my fingers were groping along the cool flesh of her thigh, when the waiter approached our darkened universe.

"Have another, darling?" I said: "Two more, three more...." was her exclamation, "Throw care to the winds, leave the future behind, for there is only the everlasting present"

Her cheeks were flushed and there was demonaical glint in her eyes which said "Come and be consumed, come, my lover, and spill thy manhood on fertile soil until you fade into a memory."

Her answer, probably from the third act of a long-forgotten play, signalled the discreet wraith that was the waiter, and he scurried off like an ancient handmaiden doing her mistress's bidding.

My fingers had just reached the silky portal, and were exploring warm, moist lips when the drinks appeared on the table. I withdrew my hand and dipped my fingers, laded with droplets of Felicia's love-juice, into my glass. "I want to drink your love, my darling," I said, "I want to taste your delicious nectar and carry you within me, as you will carry me within you during future hours."

Her motion was tender as she raised her glass to her lips and said, "You returned a favor a few hours ago, dear, so I want to return a favor a few hours from now. Drink my nectar now. I will thirst for your seed later."

The promise speeded out thirst, and while we drank, we searched out each others oasis of desire, and learned from where the founts of satisfaction sprung. Suddenly, my senses assembled when I thought "How am I going to pay for all these drinks?"

I whispered, "Shall we go darling?" and as Felicia snuggled into my arms as an answer, I found the solution since she said....

"Pay the man, dear, I knew you hadn't any money when we walked in here, but I love you just the same."

Her astuteness left me dazed for a moment, and later, as we settled into her car, I realized how lucky I was in finding such a partner for the weekend instead of the delectable but empty-headed female who was my original destination. I found that the drinks she consumed were mood-setters only, since her driving was not affected ... except when my fingers could not contain themselves and roamed beneath the firm cheeks of her buttocks. After a while, which seemed like an eternity, the car drove up before an imposing, Georgian-like home.

We got out of the car, wordless in expectation ... Felicia gave me the key, and when I opened the door, I realized that the next forty eight hours were to be a capsule version of the Thousand and One Nights.

We walked through luxuriously appointed rooms, up thickly carpeted stairs, until we stopped before a closed door. Silently, Felicia pushed on the handle, and as the door opened, like the portals of some forbidden city, I saw a sitting room that defied description. Tasteful, yet lusty ... And, beyond it marked by a simple arch, was the bedroom.

Felicia walked over to a cabinet opened it and then turned to me saying ... "Mix us a few drinks, will you darling? I won't be gone long."

Then she came back, put sinuous arms around my neck, and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. I tingled all over, then lowered my hands from her shoulders, and holding firmly to the lush cheeks of her buttocks, pulled her violently to me until my prick was pushing up against her belly. She writhed and moaned as she wiggled her hips in a circular motion until I thought I was going to come. Then she broke away and said....

"Look my darling, just for you."

She wriggled out of her dress, lifting the hem above her head until she stood there in the middle of the room clad in gossamer-thin stockings and diaphanous under-things.

She walked up and down at first while I stood spellbound. Then she placed her hands over her over-flowing breasts,' caressed them in a moment of self-indulgence, and quickly unstrapping her brassiere, thrust her breasts into the air. They stood out, just waiting to be sucked. I dashed across the room, and grasping one nipple with my mouth, and the other nipple with my hand, began to pump them furiously, almost hurting her as she writhed beneath my teeth and fingers. As I stopped for a second to catch my breath, she darted from my grasp under the archway and disappeared into the darkness beyond. By this time, I could hardly think. From the top of my head to the tip of my toes, I was one gigantic Penus, waiting to lose myself in the mystery of life.

Before I'd finished mixing the drinks, she was back in the room, completely nude with the exception of dainty, shining shoes, and sheer, soft stockings which stopped halfway up her thigh. Between her legs, glowed a velvety patch of hair, almost quivering with the intensity of her desire. She moved forward a few steps, opened her arms wide, spread her legs until I could almost see her love-drops oozing on to the floor, and said....

"Come to me, lover." Her eyes were aflame, her body trembled, and her breasts almost sang of the delights that were to be found at their tips. She met me in the center of the room, and then, in a daze we sank onto the depths of a deeply-hued settee.

"First, my darling," she said, "you must be like I."

I was frozen immobile as she started to unbutton my pants. She dropped to the floor, tugging on my trouser legs until they were on the floor beside her. Quickly, I pulled off my clothing, and undershirt, then gave myself up to the overpowering sensations that accompanied her removing my shoes and socks.

How accomplished this woman was in arousing sensation at the ankles. Her tongue was a finger of flame as it roamed over my leg. Finally after I was completely undressed, she bent over and taking my stiff, hot prick in her hand, she began a quick backwards and forward motion.

I thrilled as my foreskin began sliding over the tender flesh that was now standing as erect as some giant tree that could stand the onslaught of life's most violent forces. I reached down, and grabbing her by the nipples, now tight and pointy, pulled her up on the cushions of the couch.

Immediately, with a low moan, she stretched herself out on me. I turned over and then with her white body beneath me, with her firm breasts pushing against my chest, I began to slowly tickle the inside of her legs with the tip of my prick.

She was breathing in gasps. She writhed in spasms as my cock glided across her smooth thighs, tickled her hair, and then, as her flesh yearned for the hard thrust that would lift her body into the air, I withdrew am' slowly caressed the lips of her cunt until her clitoris vibrated, the flow of her love-juice dripping down.

Slowly, I slid downwards, felt her smooth, round breasts as my mouth brushed by them. Acting on impulse, I took one nipple in my mouth and, grasping it between my teeth, began sucking it in and out, moving it with my tongue in a circular motion.

I looked up and saw her mouth open and close in short gasps. Her eyes were closed and her arms were stretched taut. Then my tongue moved down, along her smooth curves until it came to her navel. Meanwhile my hands were beneath her, feeling the pressure of her round cheeks, and as I squeezed tightly, I quickly moved my mouth past her pubic hair, past her dripping lips, until I sucked her throbbing clitoris into my mouth.

What sweet pleasure, what ecstasy that cannot be rivalled by me, tasting her warm sweetness, drinking her love; feeling my tongue tickle the edge of her fullest sensation, her body contorted, and she drifted into the outer rim of the universe as the lips of her cunt were gently sucked into my mouth. I thrust with my tongue, held my arms over her silken-clad legs and felt the brush of passion that surged through her body.

Her lubricating juice spilled over my lips, precious drops that I could not catch because my mouth was so full of her delectable flesh.

Slowly I rotated my tongue, building up to a crescendo, until her stomach leaped into the air. Then I pulled down hard with ray lips on her clitoris, in a mad circular motion, while she panted and each cell of her body was crying out in mad abandon. She came, with a force that I thought would destroy her tissues, a force that made her feel as if she were being pulled apart by a thousand horses.

I stood up, looked at her, ravished her with my eyes; then, as she lay there quietly, lost in the heights of passion, I tossed myself upon her pliant body, and pushed my prick into the warm, opening flesh that awaited it.

I felt her warm flesh as it sucked against the head of my cock. The suction became almost unbearable as I slowly glided in and out. Suddenly she responded, and thrust her body forward until our hairs tangled. Already I could feel the tingling sensation that increased the throbbing of my rod. Stiff and hard, my shaft along the inside walls of her cunt, pushing against her womb until I thought I would come out of her mouth.

Her stomach vaulted into the air, her hands pushed against the cheeks of my ass to get more of me into her. I could feel my balls as they swung in the air, first hitting her wet lips, then smashing into her out-spreading thighs. I became part of her, attached to her madly gyrating flesh.

Suddenly I gripped tight. My teeth sunk into her flesh, my nails searched frantically for her nipples, which I wanted to pull until she screamed aloutl. My prick grew within her, filling every crevice, stretching miles within her body. She pulled herself up to meet me. Her legs tightened around my back, and I wanted to force my balls into die soft opening that grasped my duob-bing flesh.

I could feel the orgasm within me ... Teasing at first, until it became so strong that I had to push and pull, push and pull, in and out of the warm moistness, with great force. Suddenly I felt a burst of feeling; it gushed out from deep inside of me, overflowing everything in its path, exploding in a fierceness that made me want to suck her tongue into my mouth, bite her flesh, sink into her arms and caress the smoldering embers around the luscious lips of her cunt.

Slowly, I dragged myself to her side. I lowered my hand, first touching hair, and then the cream that only a few seconds before spurted out of my body.

She lay panting, grasping for my prick. Slowly she moved it back and forth as I lay complacently. Then with my mouth to her breast, I fingered her clitoris, and she began flowing madly.

"Come," I said, "See that hassock over there. Let's see how deep I can go."

With delight she sprang up off the couch, her ass lilting from side to side. Halfway across the room, I brought my hand up between her thighs and held it there. Her legs streamed with wetness.

"Not now," she said, "Sit on the hassock and see if you can make me feel as though the top of my head were coming off."

I stretched myself out, expecting her to sit down. Suddenly she grasped my prick in her mouth and began sliding my foreskin back and forth with her lips. She gripped it tightly, holding back her teeth, until I thought I was in the power of a suction cup that would drag me out of my skin. I looked down, saw her on her knees before me, her lips sucking my rod, up and down, side to side, and then in a circular motion that sent my senses reeling. With one violent upward sucking motion, she let loose of my prick and darted her tongue around my balls. The sensation was tremendously exciting. I held her off by the breasts and tossing her on the warm carpetted floor, started kissing her vibrating clitoris. Again I sucked it into my mouth, in a fast pulling action.

Suddenly Felicia rolled her body. We tumbled over and over, across the room, until we reached the archway of the bedroom. Her mouth broke away from me, and she jumped into the big, sprawling bed.

She lay on her back, pushed out her belly until the hairs of her cunt protruded in the air. Immediately I mounted her and my prick, gliding between her legs, found a moist haven as the lips of her cunt tightened around its head. Then she twisted over until she was above me. I lay back as she moved effordessly up and down, dragging out the very fibers of my being. She sat down tightly and then, gasping as the sensation enveloped her body, gyrated until I could hardly breathe. My skin became welded to hers, my cock filling the gap in her cunt, until some gigantic force gripped our organs ... making her jump maniacally as my hot juice shot into her body. She came at the same moment and she came screaming. "Fuck me, bite me, Oh god! Fuck me; I'm yours, oh ... oh ... oh...." I pushed with my last ounce ol energy until I thought the tip of my cock was caressing the roof of her mouth.

I fell into a deep sleep, and dreamt of being chased by hundreds of women with huge pendant breasts and wide, dripping open pussies. One of these girls had a clitoris ten feet long, with which she kept prodding me in the behind. Suddenly I awakened and light was streaming in the windows. I was still being prodded ... But it wasn't a girl doing the prodding, it was a man. I bolted up, looked around for Felicia and found her missing. Here it is. I thought ... Here's the angry husband. He was angry alright. He was very irate to say the least.

"Where is that worthless good for nothing," he said. He shook my shoulders until my balls, tired as they were rattled beneath die sheets.

Innocently I opened one eye and said ... "Who?"

"You know her well," he said. "The woman you've been with."

"Your wife?" I said, as viciously as I could. My anger at his manner swamped my fear of a husbands wrath. "My wife?" he exclaimed, and suddenly his blustering manner gave way to deep guffaws of laughter as tears ran down his cheeks. "Please, young man," he said, "You're too funny!" He was practically rolling on the floor now. "My wife he says, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!"

His laughter followed me out of the room, was still ringing in my ears as I got dressed and started to annoy me by the time I was outside, in front of the house. I started to walk down the street when I heard a voice call, "Hey fellow! In case you want to know who your companion was last night, she is my wife's maid. She's just stolen our car, our best silverware, my wife's furs, and, I suspect, your virginity."

Oh well, I thought, that's life. But I wasn't too disturbed. I had one more day which I could spend with my excitable, delectable but empty-headed girl friend ... How was I going to pay for my carfare? Oh, didn't I tell you? When I paid for the drinks with Felicia's money, I forgot to give her back her change.