Chapter 1

I stabbed my eager fingers up her rosy red rectum, letting them probe searchingly as her ass squirmed.

"I dig the action," she whispered hoarsely. "That's where it's at, sweetheart. Give me more,"

"This is just the beginning, doll."

My tongue was alive with excitement as it skirted nimbly around her red-tipped breast petals. I hungered for Sylvia, letting the saliva roll over her creamy skin.

Pushing my head upward, I let my tongue close in on her ear lobes, which I kissed passionately. Then I shoved my tongue up inside her left ear, letting it flail wildly until she let out a huge sigh.

"You're too much, too much," she whispered, her tone even lower and more sensual than it had been before.

Believing in being democratic, I switched my tongue movements from her left ear to her right, giving the right equal treatment. My fingers then closed in on her breasts, skirting them rapidly and fondly, while my tongue pressed anxiously inside her open mouth. Our tongues locked while my fingers continued playing with her boobs.

"Work those fingers inside my snatch," she gasped after I broke our lengthy French kiss.

"With pleasure," I winked, looking into her sexy face, which was reddening from all the vigorous bodily exercise.

Once more my tongue found its way inside her mouth at the same time that my fingers entered her v-shaped triangle. They itched for contact with her love mound while my tongue begged for more contact inside her mouth. I satisfied both urges at the same time.

The dual action caused Sylvia's body to tremble with excitement as I speedily applied myself. I was hot, had been without a woman for all too long, and was making the most of the situation.

About the time that she began trembling and gasping I knew what was going on. She was getting ready to explode. I removed my tongue from her mouth, upon which she shouted urgently:

"Suck my cunt, sweetheart. You've got me ready to explode."

My hands gripped her slender, sexy legs as I let my head drop between them. I caught a whiff of her femaleness and realized what an unbearably long time it had been between pussy sucks for me. Now I was determined to make up for lost time fast with Sylvia.

My tongue probed excitedly as it penetrated its way inside her snatch. I began by nibbling ardently at her clitoris, then parted her pussy lips with searing, energetic stabs. I was like a hound in heat and was lapping up my attractive mate hungrily.

"Oooooohhhhh, can you suck," she said excitedly. "Run that tongue over me. Oooooohhhhhh, I love it, love it. Lick my cunt."

Fervently my tongue darted around inside her snatch. Finally the juice gushed out into my mouth.

"Do I ever feel relieved," she looked up at me and smiled gratefully.

"So does my tongue," I smiled. "But this doesn't." I pointed down toward my cock, which was bulging with excitement.

"There's plenty I can do for you there," she nodded.

"I'll bet there is."

"I'm looking forward to having that warm meat jabbing around inside me. If you can fuck, baby, half as good as you can suck then you've gotta be something else."

"I can't remember ever dissatisfying anybody."

"I'll bet you can't."

Sylvia reached toward my hard dick, running her fingers over it slowly. The tingling contact with her fingers got me all the hotter for action.

"You ready for the big strokes?" I asked, running my fingers through her shimmering strands of black hair.

"By all means."

"That's great, 'cause I've never been more ready."

I quickly proved my point as I parted her legs widely with my fingers and let my hard dick enter her cunt with a sharp stab.

"Oh, you're in me, you're in me," she said excitedly.

"And now that I'm there I'm gonna stay awhile."

"By all means. Right up to the time you flood me."

Back and forth I let my cock stab wildly and uninhibitedly as I gave both of us wild thrills. I was making up for lost time fast. It was great to be back in civilian life, and even greater to be doing the one thing I missed most about being away from it.

Sylvia began purring like a kitten as I continued shoving my shaft around inside her snatch. She must have been around thirty-five, but had kept herself in great shape, and her love mound was tighter than most young chicks I had screwed.

"Are you ever a tiger," she exclaimed.

"I'm always ready to growl."

"Keep on growling, 'cause I'm lovin' it."

Sylvia and I got along great for one reason. She loved to fuck every bit as much as I did. To illustrate her excitement she ran her fingers around my buttocks cheeks. As my prick flared toward her cunt once more she shoved her hot finger up my ass.

"You like that?" she grinned.

"Love it," I nodded appreciatively. "Keep it up."

"Think I'll play a little corkscrew."

At first I didn't know what she meant by "corkscrew," but it didn't take me long to find out. She let her finger pry around inside my ass in a corkscrew motion, causing my ass to bounce around with a greater degree of exuberance than it had before.

Resolutely my shaft buried itself in her moist mound as that familiar little pre-orgasmic tingle surfaced. Yes, I'd soon be getting my rocks off gloriously inside her.

"I'm close, very close," I exclaimed.

"Shoot it off in me."

Sylvia removed her finger from inside my asshole and cupped her fingers tightly around my ass cheeks. She was gripping earnestly in anticipation of me flooding her snatch.

"Kiss me, darling," she sighed.

I peered down at her sensuous ruby lips, which she parted for dramatic effect. I let my lips converge against hers while my cock continued rocking back and forth. My prick began itching like crazy as my stored-up load of hot juice got set for release.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me," she gasped, letting her breasts flare up and rub against my chest.

I kissed her one more time and let out a long sigh as the juice spurted wildly and unrestrainedly out of the end of my joystick.

"You really blasted away," she laughed.

"Didn't I tell you on the plane that I was horney?"

"You sure did, honey. So was I, but I'm feeling a whole lot better now. Thanks mainly to you."

Sylvia and I had met on a jet. I was on my way back from Vietnam. She got on at a stopover. We got to talking and she told me about her husband, who was a widely-traveled, famous geologist, and her three kids. I was attracted to her right off, but the talk about the family turned me off as fast as I had been turned on. I like two kinds of things-piece and peace, and found out a long time ago that getting the first disturbs the second where it concerns a married dame.

She soon put my fears to rest, though. She had been spending some time in Tokyo, while her husband was working in Mexico City. He'd soon be joining her in LA, and from there they would be off to Hawaii.

"Fred's quite a man with the ladies," she had winked confidentially as we flew high in the clouds. "If I know him he's probably having a wonderful time with those sexy senoritas. We have a standing policy in our marriage. You know what that is?"

"What?"

"We agree to look the other way for each other. That way we can both have our cake and eat it too while holding the marriage together."

After that I started observing her in a different light. She was a highly sophisticated woman who knew the score about life. She wouldn't have been revealing such intimate information about her marriage to me unless she had more on her mind than admiring my army uniform.

I insisted on buying her a couple drinks during the flight. Then, as we were about to land, she decided to reciprocate.

"Tell you what," she said. "Since you've been so generous and kind about buying the drinks I'd like to ask you up to my place and serve you some."

"I'd love to. Where you staying?"

"The Century-Plaza."

We caught a taxi at the airport and rode out to the plush Century-Plaza Hotel in Century City. I remembered the Century-Plaza as the place where peace marchers, myself included, picketed a famous American politician a few years earlier for his hawkish views. That was before I went over to Vietnam and fought myself.

Sylvia insisted on paying the cab fare. Five minutes later we were undressing each other like starved animals in her fifteenth floor room. We had remained starved animals ever since, leading up to our explosive orgasms of a moment earlier.

Now we were curled up in each other's arms, doing a little casual smooching as we caught our wind prior to more fucking. I should have gone straight home to see my mother for the first time since my last leave some six months earlier, but how in hell could I tear myself away form a gorgeous married gal who wanted the same kind of thrills I had been hungrily desiring?

"You're quite a stud, soldier boy," she ran her fingers through my hair, getting me ready for more action.

"You're all right yourself. Your husband's a lucky man if you give him the same kind of action you give me."

"I do," she quickly confirmed. "He's a sexy guy and wouldn't stand for any less."

"Well he's sure got a sexy woman."

"Glad I could please you."

"Could? I don't like that past tense."

"Believe me, honey, I didn't mean it that way," she quickly assured.

"That's good, 'cause I'm ready for more action right now."

"Believe me when I tell you that I am, too."

She reached down and let her fingers travel the length of my now hardening cock, which was almost back to where it was before I had exploded. After running her hand up and down it several times she let her fingers tickle my balls.

"How's that feel?" she grinned.

"How do you think? It feels great."

"That's what I was hoping to hear."

"Keep it up," I said.

"Okay, as long as you'll do me one favor."

"Let's hear it."

"Run those hot fingers over my snatch, honey. It can use a little attention."

I went to work, stroking her hot box energetically while her fingers continued tackling my cock and balls.

The longer we both stroked the faster and more intense our efforts became, until Sylvia finally gasped hotly:

"Let's sixty-nine, doll, I wanna taste your cock."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say," I grinned. We positioned our bodies across from each other. I looked hungrily at her inviting triangle while she looked at my dick, which was now as hard and long as it had been before I shot it off in her snatch.

My tongue went to work eagerly, flipping its way around her box for the second time during our wild interlude. There was one major difference between then and before-this time she was going to work on my prick at the same time.

I flipped my tongue over her hairy twat, getting her charged up by nibbling on her clit. Her cocksucking efforts stirred me tremendously, to the point where I sucked her cunt faster and with more enthusiasm than I had before.

Her tongue caromed around my balls to get me more in the mood, then began traveling up and down the length of my cock. Her fingers tickled my balls while her tongue pumped up and down on my hot joystick.

Sylvia came quickly the first time. I stopped just long enough to swallow her juices, then returned to my sucking. She never stopped her sucking for one second.

She ran her finger up my asshole and played the corkscrew game with me one more time while her sucking movements continued to increase. Yes, Sylvia was quite a woman, with her still terrifically tight snatch and the fantastic way she gave head.

Not only that, but she came like gangbusters. After she had shot for the third time I figured it was about ready for me to shoot my own load. She kept right on pumping, continuing to play with my balls and my ass as well.

Finally I shot once more, after which I kissed her lips in gratitude for a thrilling job well done.

"Do we ever make a team," she laughed. "Boy, I'm bushed."

"I feel like I've been fucking for days."

"Tell you what. Let me take you to dinner. Then we can come back up and do it again."

I paused before answering, weighing her offer. I would have loved to stay with her longer, perhaps spend the night with her, as I figured she might be intending to ask me to do. But one thing stopped me from saying yes emphatically. My mother was expecting me sometime that night and it just wouldn't be right to keep her waiting till the next morning or at least late in the evening because I had to bang a broad.

After all, I had already had quite a time of it screwing her. I'd gotten my rocks off twice and had eaten her several times, so after the thrills I should have been willing to leave. There was no need to be a glutton about things.

"I'd really love to," I finally told her, "but my mother is expecting me home tonight. I've really gotta be splitting."

"I understand, honey," she patted me on top of the head affectionately. "I wouldn't think of keeping a cute guy like you returning from that Vietnam hellhole from seeing good old Mom. It was great sharing my love with you."

"Listen, so far as I know I'll have some open time tomorrow," I told her. "Far as I'm concerned we could get together sometime then if you'd like. Over here maybe, if that's convenient."

"I'd love to take you on one more time, sweetie," she said, "but it just won't work out. My husband's due in on an early morning plane and somehow I just don't think he'd understand."

"I thought you said you both looked the other way."

"Only up to a point. He'd never allow anything like that to go on right before his eyes. On top of that, if I know him he'll be good and horney for my bod by now. We're still hot for each other, even if we have been married twelve years, and even though he probably has been getting great action from the senoritas."

"Then I guess this is it," I said regretfully as I got up and put on my shirt.

"'Fraid so. I've had a ball."

"So have I."

Sylvia rec-lined on the bed with her eyes closed as I put on my clothes. Every once in a while I'd steal another look at her form. She was well proportioned any way you sliced things. She had a firm, shapely bosom, sensuous hips that tapered beautifully, and a cute ass. She was a good fuck by any hot man's yardstick.

Once more I cursed the Vietnam War under my breath as I finished tying my shoes. I hadn't had a good piece of ass for some eight months because of things over there. Oh sure, there was action to be had in the whorehouses, but I lost the taste for going to them after my best friend got carved up in a Viet Cong ambush. He thought he was gonna get a good piece of ass, but instead the chick had a razor blade inserted inside her cunt. The blade got him started while a knife in the back wielded by a guy hiding in the corner of the room finished him.

Having tied my shoes, I got up from the chair where I had been sitting and walked over to the bed.

"Well, guess this is it," I said, hating like hell to leave her but knowing I had to. "It was great fun."

She got up and threw her arms tightly around me. I let my lips plunge ecstatically against hers.

"You're gonna make some lucky woman a great guy, soldier boy," she winked as I walked near the door.

"Thank you," I said, waving to her as I opened the door.

I got on the elevator and rode down to the ground floor. I was amazed when I got a look at a clock in the lobby and discovered that it was almost eight. I had been in Sylvia's room about four hours all told, and each of them had passed with blinding speed. But, then again, why shouldn't they have passed fast? I was having a ball balling her and good screws normally do seem to pass quickly. At least for me.

I hated the idea of spending a lot of money on a cab into the Valley, but I was so late already that it just wouldn't have been right to take a bus, the public transporation being as slow in the LA area as it was. I'd kept Mom waiting long enough already.

I hailed the first cab I saw parked in front of the hotel and was on my way.

"Bet you just had a good piece of ass, soldier," the cab driver said knowingly as I got in the cab and he drove off.

"What makes you say that?"

"You drive one of these hacks as many years as I have and you recognize certain things. I don't know, it's that little extra glow a guy wears. I guess that's it."

"Well, you're right," I laughed.

"Good, Glad to hear you made out," he said as he turned the corner and headed down Santa Monica Boulevard toward the freeway.