Chapter 7

Stepping across the broken concrete that led up to Acid George's pad in the old rundown court near Fairfax and Beverly, Bill looked at the sagging screens hanging loosely on rusted metal hooks set in old, dry wood, the paint chipped and flaking from lack of care. Roots had split the sidewalk in a myriad of jagged patterns and the cement was raised in patchwork portions that made walking a hazard.

The blare of rock music greeted him as he climbed the steps to Acid George's small, dingy pad. Bill swung open the rusty screen door and pushed at the weathered surface of the door. It swung open and the music got louder, much louder. He pushed his way inside and looked around the dim room. The usual number of bodies were stretched out on the rickety furniture and on the floor. The sweet pungent odor of pot assailed his nostrils and he quickly identified its origin as the smoking water pipe in the center of the rug, surrounded by prone bodies all sucking greedily at plastic tubes running into a rubber stopper at the top of the big glass jar on the floor.

As Bill moved closer, Acid George slipped the plastic tube out from between his lips and rolled over. "What's your pleasure, man?"

"Nothing, man, I'm meeting that chick I was asking you about the other day. She's supposed to be here tonight."

"Outa sight chick, man, but she hasn't showed up yet. Hey, man, I could turn you on to a couple lids of some pretty good grass. Not as good as the Mexican stuff, but pretty good for growing wild in Iowa. It's rough, man. With this Intercept thing heating up the border, grass is hard to come by. What a drag. You know, man, sometimes I wonder if government is really a necessary evil. Before this latest caper, everything was cool; you could turn on a little with grass and everybody was happy, see? Now, man, all these cats switching to pills or worse and blowing their little minds with uppers and downers that-they never would have touched with a ten-foot-pole before. like I said, man, it's a real drag," Acid George complained bitterly and then turned back to his plastic tube.

Sitting down against the wall of the small apartment, Bill wrapped his arms around his knees and settled down to wait. He hoped that Marge would have enough sense to make the damn bed after she woke up. He had left her sleeping when he got up and showered and dressed for his meeting with Terri Martin. He thought that the noise would rouse her, but when he had looked into the bedroom, she was still stretched out, her legs wide apart, the vibrator lying white and silent on the floor next to the bed. As he had stood in the doorway, Marge had stirred, rolled over, and curled up in a little ball, her head just barely on the pillow. He had gone into the room, taken a last look at the magnificence of her body and then pulled the covers over her nakedness.

He had awakened with a hard-on and had to talk himself out of waking up Marge to relieve the tension. A piss had done the same thing and by the time he had gotten out of the shower, the desire was gone. Good thing too, because you could get hung up on a chick like Marge, and that would be a bad scene, a very bad scene.

Bill saw the shaft of sunlight streak through the door as it opened. Terri Martin must have just washed her hair because it practically floated away from her head, the porch light catching each little strand and shimmeringly cresting her head in a halo of brilliant light. Bill looked at her glowing silhouette through the blue haze of pot smoke, then the door closed and she was inside the room, standing by the doorway, letting her eyes adjust to the dimness.

Looking around the room, she nodded at several people, and then her gaze fell on Bill, still sitting with his back against the wall, arms clasped tightly about his knees. He couldn't be too obvious. Let her make a move.

"Hi, baby," Acid George said from his position around the water pipe. "The cat you're looking for is over there against the wall."

She nodded and moved toward Bill. He watched her coming across the room, her narrow hips tightly encased in hip-hugging bell-bottoms, her feet in the same flat-nosed boots she wore yesterday, and a clinging, long-sleeved blouse that was partly covered by a fringed leather vest. Several strands of beads hung around her neck and swung with the same rhythm as her obviously unencumbered breasts. As she neared, he moved down the wall a bit to make room for her.

"Hi, my name's Bill," he said in greeting. "Hi, Terri's mine."

"How's the astrology coming?" Bill said, for openers.

"I don't know. I really don't fool with it much. It's just kind of interesting and I'm kind of curious," she said matter-of-factly. "How's the Tarot?"

"To tell you the truth, I haven't even cracked the book yet. It's still in the car. Say, I'm hungry as hell. What say we head over to that Mexican restaurant on Beverly a couple of blocks from here and get something to eat," Bill suggested, hoping that she hadn't eaten dinner yet.

"I'd like to but I have to watch my bread. I'm a little low right now," she answered, looking down at her boots.

"That's okay. I've got enough bread for the both of us," Bill countered.

"Okay, man. If it's cool with you," she said, and started getting to her feet.

They got a booth by one of the windows overlooking the little patio garden and gave their order to the waitress in the low-necked blouse and long, floor-length hoop skirt.

"You been in Los Angeles long?" he ventured.

"How'd you know I wasn't from L.A.? " she countered defensively.

"Well, most people aren't, so I just assumed that you had come from someplace else like the rest of us, or at least like me," Bill said, quickly covering himself and giving himself a mental kick for the slip. It was close, too close. She's uptight and on the ball, he recorded in his head.

Her clear eyes locked with his and held them for a long moment. It was as if she were trying to make up her mind to trust him. "I've been here a couple of weeks," she said finally, "I came down from up North."

"Just here for a little vacation?" he asked.

"In a way. I really came down here to get my head straight about a few things and find out in what direction I want to go."

"How are you doing?" he asked, hoping to keep the conversation going until the food arrived.

"Oh, I've got a couple of questions answered, but there is one thing you can tell me," she said, smiling a little.

"Okay, shoot."

"Why did you hustle me in the book store and then invite me out to eat tonight? Are you trying to hustle my bod?" she asked with disarming frankness.

Bill looked her square in the eyes. "Sure, you're a groovy-looking chick. As far as I'm concerned, balling is where it's at."

"Yeah. If it's with someone you dig, but it's no fun if you're just another cunt for some cat's prick," she said bluntly, looking right into Bill's eyes again as if trying to find out where his head was at.

"I don't know about chicks, but balling is fun anytime for a cat," he said.

"I suppose," she ended the discussion, turning her head and looking through the window into the garden.

Thank God, Bill thought, here comes the food.

The waitress slide the big oval dishes in front of them and then scurried away to get their coffee. The restaurant was busy, and when the waitress finally returned they were half finished with their food. They had both ordered tacos, beans, and rice. The harried waitress slopped the coffee into the two cups, spilling it into the saucers in her hurry to get to her other customers. They finished their meal in silence, drank their coffee, and got the check, all with a minimum, of conversation.

Bill paid the cashier as they left, and while they were walking down the two steps leading out of the restaurant, Bill popped it.

"How 'bout going up to my place and seeing if we can figure out what the Tarot cards say?"

She didn't give him an answer until after they had walked half the length of the restaurant on the outside, heading toward the parking lot next door.

"Okay, man, but I want to reserve the right to say no if I don't want to ball, okay."

"Fair enough."

Putting the key in the door, Bill felt a sudden wave of fear ripple through his body. He said a little prayer that Marge had split and had made the bed. There's nothing that bugs a chick more than to see two rumpled pillows in a double bed she has just been invited to share.

Bill swung the door open, reached inside to turn on the light, and then stepped back to allow Terri to go through the door first.

She let him pass and stood just inside the door under the entrance way light. Bill moved into the living room, switching on lights as he went. He opened the wide curtain across the front of the room so that she could see the twinkling lights of the city below.

"This is a very nice pad," she said. "It must cost you a bundle."

"My one luxury. A Cancerian compulsion."

Bill put the Tarot cards and instruction book on the long coffee table. "Can I get you some coffee?" he asked.

"That'd be cool."

Hurrying into the kitchen, Bill quickly looked through the open door to the bedroom. He breathed a sigh of relief. The bed was made. After filling the kettle under the tap, Bill placed it over the high gas flame. When he turned to go back into the living room, Terri was standing in the entrance, watching him intently.

"That water will take a little while to heat, let's go into the other room and take a look at the Tarot book," Bill offered.

"Okay," she said, turning on her heel.

Bill followed her into the living room and sat down next to her on the couch. They spent the next few minutes looking through the book, reading aloud the meanings for some of the cards. They paid careful attention on how to lay out the hand and what the position of each card meant. They had just decided that Terri was a perfect Queen of Cups, when the water started to boil and announced its readiness with a shrill whistle.

"Shuffle the cards, I'll get the coffee," Bill said, rising and hurrying into the kitchen.

As he poured the steaming water into each cup, he heard the sharp cardboard clatter of Terri ruffling the cards. Picking up the cups, Bill walked carefully back to the couch, gingerly setting the cups down on the coffee table before sitting down again.

Terri set the cards on the table top in a neat pile and then, using her left hand, cut them twice, making three uneven stacks.

"All set to go?" Bill asked.

"Let's give it a try," she said, picking up the book which contained the meanings for the cards.

Bill made a single pile out of the three stacks and started turning the cards up one by one in a rough H design. Only one card seemed out of place, the one that represented Influences either leaving or about to leave. It was sitting along just to the left of the left leg of the H. Bill looked at it as he laid it on the coffee table. It was the Queen of Swords. The cross bar of the H was made up of the Lovers, while the right hand leg of the H consisted of the High Priestess, the Two of Cups, the Tower, and finally, at the top, the King of Wands.

"Who's the chick?" Bill asked, pointing to the Queen of Swords.

"Probably my aunt," Terri said. "I've lived with her ever since my mother and father were killed in an accident."

"Looks like you have an excellent spread," Bill commented. "You're going to get your head straight about love and where you're at as a woman and find some cat."

"That's sort of what it says," Terri said, looking at the book and flipping pages to find out the meaning of each card in the spread. "My aunt would really freak out if she could see this."

"Why?"

"Because she thinks that all she has to do is wiggle her fingers and I'll do whatever she wants me to. See, she wants to get the control of my estate away from the lawyers that have handled it ever since my father and mother die. She keeps telling me how they are losing my money or not making enough. Well, I happen to know they weren't doing any of those things, but I agreed with my aunt just to keep her quiet. Well, she started believing her own stories and brought suit against the executors of the estate, and she wanted me to be the chief witness. I bugged out. I'm sure she's tried to find me, but even if she did I wouldn't testify against the present executors."

"Kind of a bummer, isn't it?" Bill commented, his mind working over the things that Terri Martin just said. His whole deal had been based on the fact that she would testify and dear

Aunt Millicent would get control of all that nice money. And now Terri Martin had just shot down his whole balloon.

"Yep," she said, laying the book on the table and turning toward Bill.

"Do you want some more coffee?" Bill asked, trying to collect himself and figure out a new strategy.

"Nope. You got any sounds in this pad, man?" she asked, looking around the room.

"Sure. Right over there against the wall," Bill said, pointing to the self-contained stereo system in its hand-rubbed cabinet.

"Hey! This is really far out," she told Bill, appreciating the stereo system and his selection of albums. "Hey, man, how does it work?"

Bill walked over to the stereo, turned several knobs, placed the records she had selected on the automatic changer, and then hit the starter switch in front of the needle arm.

As he stepped back, he ran right into Terri. Stumbling, he sought to regain his balance and grabbed for some support. His arms circled her waist and his hand found the wall behind her.

"If you hadn't just stepped all over me, I'd have sworn this was a put-up job," she said with a little smile.

He looked down into her face which was tilted back, her head against the wall, and the lights went on in his head, Why hadn't he thought of it before? It was a natural, so perfect that a five-year-old kid could have seen it. Why play for peanuts when you can play the same game and get the whole farm? "I still think you're a groovy chick."

"That's cool, because I think you're a pretty heavy cat."

Moving his body forward, Bill tightened the grip of his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. He bent his head, his lips brushing her forehead, eyelids, and nose, before fastening on her own half-parted lips. His hands moved up and down her back, feeling the soft material of her blouse and the roughed-out texture of the leather vest.

Her arms moved up until she was able to get them securely around his neck and then she pulled his face closer to his, letting her lips open wider and allowing his tongue to slip into the warm cavern of her mouth.

Bill felt the schoolboy tingle of his first kiss as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth, probing and duelling with her tongue as they swayed back and forth next to the stereo which blared out the latest in rock sounds, the coital beat hammering against the walls, filling the room with its insistent rhythm, its urgency, its need.

By an uncanny common consent, unstated, but understood by both, they broke the long kiss, Bill's fingers gripping Terri by the shoulders while she snuggled her head to his chest. They stood like that for a long moment.

"You want to do a thing?" Bill asked, hoping that she wouldn't refuse to utilize her option to say no.

She didn't say a word, but just nodded her head up and down against his chest in silent agreement.

They walked to the bedroom, hand in hand, Bill leading the way, opening the door, turning on or off the lights as needed.

"This is very nice," Terri said, looking around the bedroom and then walking to the edge of the big bed in the center of the room, "It's very masculine, I like that."

"I'm certainly glad you do," said Bill, a husky confidence in his voice that had been absent a few moments before.

Turning around, Terri sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing up and down a little to test the spring in the mattress. "You haven't got any diseases, have you?" she asked, looking right at Bill frankly.

"Not even measles," he replied and pulled his shirt from the top of his flared pants.

"Don't do that. I want to do it," she said.

"Okay," he agreed, taking off his boots and stretching out full length on the bed. He'd have to pull out all the stops with this one, he thought to himself as he watched Terri get up and walk around the bed until she was standing right next to him.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to take a man's clothes off. Is it stimulating?" Terri asked him.

"Depends on who and how it's done," Bill answered.

"Hmmm," was her only reply as she studied him, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands moving to his neck to start unbuttoning the pulled-out body shirt. Her fingers moved quickly and lightly down his front, undoing the buttons expertly. When the last one was undone, Bill raised up on his elbows and shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, down his arms, and to the floor next to the bed.

"That's a nice ANKH," she said, looking at the symbol strung around his neck by a silver chain.

"Thanks," he said.

"You've got a nice bod," she murmured, running her hand over his bare chest and belly, appreciating the firmness and contour of his muscular development.

Her fingers pulled at his belt, working the wide leather through the loops of his pants so that she could get it unbuckled and open. Pulling on the end, she pulled the metal tongue free from the hole and slid the belt end through the buckle. Moving more slowly now, she looked closely at the flat hook clasp that held the top of his pants closed. She figured it out, and with a simple motion of her hands, got it open. The zipper was next and presented no problem. Bill raised his hips and Terri slid his pants down over them, exposing more of his body to her view.

"Very nice," she said when the pants were resting on the floor next to the shirt.

Standing up, Terri went to the end of the bed and pulled off Bill's socks, tossing them in the pile with the shirt and the pants. "Now we find out where it's really at," she said with a smile, letting her hands slide up his bare legs until her fingers were hooked under the elastic wait-band of his shorts.

Again Bill raised his hips and let her slide the shorts over his hips and down his legs, to be finally placed in the same pile of clothing that was growing beside the bed.

"I hope it doesn't stay that way all night," Terri said, pointing at Bill's flaccid penis lying arched across his thigh.

"All in good time," he said, "You're not even undressed yet."

"Hmmm."

Terri peeled back the fringed leather vest and tugged it off her shoulders, letting it drop onto the same pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Tossing her head forward, sending her golden hair flying, she pulled the two strands of beads over her head and dropped them on the floor. Slowly, with her very move intended to provoke him, Terri undid the buttons on her blouse. Pulling the ends out of her snugly fitting bell-bottoms, she undid the last button and let the fabric hang open down the front, but not wide enough for Bill to see her naked breasts. She was wearing a scarf for a belt, and her fingers fiddled at the knot, trying to work it loose. Finally the knot broke apart and the material separated into two parts, each hanging from a different loop on her tight pants. Terri expertly undid the button at the top of her pants, pulled down the zipper, and then stopped.

Bill had been watching each and every move with rapt attention, not wanting to miss a single move, since the entire performance was calculated to stimulate him. He was busily thinking of some things that would very definitely stimulate Terri Martin, turn her on enough that she would freak out and he could have her move in, tell Millicent to go fly a kite, and after a reasonable period, make it all legal. It would be perfect. He might have had second thoughts if Terri were a real dog, but she wasn't she was a groovy looking chick, and with all that money just waiting for them to spend. Oh, hot shit, he had it made.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Terri unzipped her boots and pulled them from her feet. After she pulled off her socks, she stood up and, looking directly at Bill, pulled off her blouse. Her breasts bounced into view, full, firm, and rounded. Cherry-colored tips poked out of the white centers like topping on a scoop of ice cream. In the soft light of the bedside lamp, she was even better than he had remembered that first night he had seen her as she did the wild, uninhibited dance at Acid George's. The lines of her body tapered down into a very narrow waist, the smooth line broken only by the deep indentation of her navel that seemed to wink at him from just above the vee made by her unzipped pants.

Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her pants, Terri thrust her rump out and bent forward slightly, letting her perfect breasts swing back and forth in front of Bill's face, then she tugged and pulled until she had peeled the pants off her flaring hips like she was removing a second skin. As soon as the material was clear of her hips, it fell into a wrinkled lump at her feet. Stepping out with one leg, she kicked the pants away from her with the other and then stood up straight at the end of the bed, full naked, and turning her proud body so that Bill could see it from every angle.

"Why the hell don't you get in bed?" Bill asked with exasperation choking off his words.

Terri moved to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers. Jumping to his feet, Bill grabbed the edge of the sheet and ripped it down the length of the bed, exposing Terri's prone body.

"I'm going to blow your mind," he said as he pulled her body crosswise in the bed, her legs hanging over the side. Kneeling quickly, Bill forced his body between her full luscious thighs, brushing past the satin texture of her skin. His mouth went right for her crotch. Throwing one of her thighs over each shoulder, Bill made a dagger out of his tongue and stabbed at the center of her sex. As his lips engulfed her small pussy and his tongue darted in and out of the tight crack, Bill could feel Terri's fingers running through his hair, pulling and pushing as she tossed on the bed from side to side.

Probing with his tongue, Bill found the center of her pleasure, that small nub of flesh that usually lies hidden in the folds of skin covering a girl's cunt, but rises when she is stimulated and ready for sex. His tongue brushed across it and felt it respond with a jerking throb, rising higher from the folds of flesh that protected it. His tongue sought the small illusive knob again, found it, and gripped it with his lips.

Terri had stopped pulling and pushing at his hair and her hands had dropped to her sides. She was no longer tossing from side to side on the bed, but seemed to be lying there, enjoying his efforts to bring her to that ultimate joy of orgasm. Bill was going to give her the whole works, sucking and fucking like she had never had before. She was going to fall in love with his prick and tongue.

Holding the cheeks of her tight ass in each hand, Bill moved his thumbs until they were aligned on either side of her cunt and using them, he pulled the lips of her pussy open, to give his digging tongue more room in which to work. As he busied himself at her crotch, his nose rummaging through the soft pussy hairs on her cunt and lower belly, Bill was aware of the sweet young taste of her, unsullied by overuse, acid and biting on the end of the tongue. She had a taste of fresh-caught fish, refreshing and alive. His nostrils picked up the scent of her and he savored it. There was a faint aroma of bath soap and cologne, lavender and spice.

Bill burrowed into the delicious slot like an animal, his tongue licking back and forth over Terri's clit, drawing on it with his lips, and finally, when he felt the time was right, gently biting it with his teeth. Her stomach was moving up and down as she labored hard to breathe. Her cunt was open and Bill, when he drew his head back occasionally, could see that her tight little hole was spasming in and out. Going back to his task, Bill figured on one more sensation and then he would take her and fuck her until she couldn't walk or talk straight.

As his tongue licked at her, Bill's thumb sought and found the wrinkled star of her ass-hole. When he was sure that he had his digit in the right position, Bill sucked as much of her clit and pussy lips into his mouth as he could, rolling them around, then biting down gently on the nether flesh. At the same moment, he rammed this thumb into her ass-hole, burying it in her body until no more could be forced in the tightly closed hole. Bill rolled her delicate tissue around in his mouth and rolled his thumb around in her ass, causing Terri to arch her body high off the bed, writhing from side to side and then dropping limply back on the bed.

Figuring it was time for the big moment, Bill rose from his kneeling position between her widely spread thighs, pulling his mouth and thumb from their respective orifices, and dove forward, covering her body with his own.

"Baby, you're outa sight," he said in her ear.

"Hmm."

Lifting her body and pulling her around in the bed, Bill got her straightened out so they were lying properly in the bed. He rolled over on his side and started nibbling at her neck, ear and cheek. His hands were passing back and forth over her full and youthful body, feeling the warmth, the firmness, and the rounded muscular curves. Fitting his knee between her thighs, shoving them apart to allow enough room for his body to fit when the time came. Rolling over on his knees, Bill quickly climbed between her outstretched thighs and gripped his hardened cock with one hand while he felt, for her opening with the other. Guiding his cock, Bill positioned the head at the tight opening and shoved his hips forward to lodge the head within her cavern.

God, she was tight! Tighter than nearly any other woman he had ever experienced. Rearing back, Bill bore down hard, thrusting forward violently with his pelvis, attempting to get the knob-like head of his prick started in her hole. He reached under her, taking the cheeks of her ass in his hands. As he shoved hard down on her body, he lifted her hips up to him.

With a deep sense of satisfaction, Bill felt the head of his cock slip tightly into her hole. Maintaining a steady pressure, Bill bore down on her, forcing more of his staff into her body, feeling the tissues reluctantly part before the head of his cock as it wedged itself deeper into Terri's body.

When the head of his cock had finally penetrated her, Bill had heard Terri gasp and then start a soft moan as he pushed his prick into her. Her arms still by her sides, her legs cocked up at the knees, thighs spread wide to accommodate the width of his body. Bill felt the muscles of her cunt giving way to the onslaught of his cock, felt her body expand and unfold to accept his offering to take his meat and love it. He thought he'd never stop sinking into her depth, but then his pelvis bumped against her up-thrust pubic bone and Bill knew that he was in her to the hilt. He rested for a moment, gathering his strength for the next phase of his lovemaking with Terri Martin. He buried his face in the side of her neck, his lips caressing, his teeth nibbling at the delicate flesh surrounding her ear and under her chin. He wasn't in any hurry, he was going to make it last.

Terri had not moved since his prick had finally reached the depths of her body and Bill had stopped shoving its length into her. He felt that she was waiting for him to take the lead, for him to find his own pace, so that he would be satisfied, complete, and fulfilled. He figured that she was letting him do his own thing on her body and was enjoying it as much as he was.

Secure in that, Bill hunched his hips and started drawing out the long staff of his cock, feeling her cunt grip at it as it slid up her channel. He withdrew until just the head was wedged in her hole and then he began to push steadily back into her, letting his prick fill her cunt to its fullest. He didn't stop until their pubic hair touched, brushed together, and entangled.

Again he rested for a moment, thrilling with the feel of her tight cunt wrapping itself around the full length of his staff and wetting it with her juices. Once more he started out of her and heard the moan that rippled from deep within her throat. She was turned on and he was doing it.

With his hands still cupping her ass, Bill rose and fell on top of her body, pumping his staff into her like a hammerhead pump sending its long metal shaft into the ground to extract oil. Up and down he went, each time finding a new thrill and new experience to excite his senses.

Releasing his grip on her ass, Bill moved his arms until his elbows were behind her knees. He lifted his arms, raising her legs at the knee, and then pushed his arms forward, forcing her thighs and legs back until her knees were nearly touching her shoulders. Bill raised his body a little straighter so that his prick would plunge into her body at the most exciting angle and give her the biggest thrill.

Holding down her legs so that her hole was opened wide and the skin was stretched across her ass, Bill pulled out three-quarters of his cock and then plunged down into her violently. A startled grunt escaped her lips as Bill's prick hit bottom. He began to pump into her steadily, his rhythmic plunges relentless in their driving fury.

The friction that her cunt was putting on his cock was too much. He was straining every fiber in his body not to come down too soon. Bill wanted this one to be a real blowout and for her to feel it as much he did. He figured she was close and so he doubled his efforts to pump into her cunt as hard as he could so that they could pop their nuts together.

.It was funny the way it happened. One minute Bill was in perfect control of the situation; the next moment he was a thrusting, humping animal, throwing himself onto Terri's lovely young body with all the fury of a demon. He was plunging his cock into her cunt as hard and as fast as he could for about four strokes, and then he drew her into his arms as tightly as possible, felt her own arms encircle his neck, and, as his pulsating, throbbing cock sank into her soft flesh with a driving thrust of his hips, Bill felt his seed spurt out in gushes.

Again and again it spit from the tiny slitted end. The come poured out of his body and joined the juices of hers, to swirl together, intermingle, join, cohere, and meld.

Finally, completely drained, Bill collapsed, mumbling incoherently in his drug-like state. As he pulled himself from her body, Bill realized that his prick was still reasonably hard. He'd have to take the chance that it was hard enough and continue to make love to this girl who held the key to his future in her hands. He had to prove to her that he was the best around, the man who had the strength to make her the happiest woman in the world when he made love to her.

Pulling his prick from her body, Bill grabbed her by the hips and turned her over on her stomach. Gripping her on each side of the waist, Bill lifted her until her butt was sticking up in the air and her head was lying on the white pillow. When he rolled her over, Terri had folded her arms and rested her cheek on the back of her hand.

Bill pushed her legs apart quickly and walked between them on his knees. He positioned himself and pushed the head of his cock toward the hole he knew to be waiting succu-lently between the folds of skin at the juncture of her two well-rounded thighs. The probing head of his cock found the entrance that it was seeking and pushed its way into Terri's dark, warm, and wet cavern.

This time Bill felt himself slide into her body easily. She was all oiled up and ready to go, he thought. Leaning forward over her body, Bill grabbed one of her tits in each hand, and plunged his cock in and out of her box as he squeezed and kneaded the resilient flesh of her breast, taking time now and again to tweak the nipples, making them rise and pucker with desire.

After finding its natural lodging place, Bill's prick started to re-swell with new passion, to re-gorge itself with new life-giving blood so that it throbbed and pulsated with new energy and heated passion. A swell of pride rippled through Bill's body as he realized that his body was rising to the challenge, that his youth was bringing him through when he needed it the most.

As he looked down at Terri's face which was turned to the side on the pillow, her hands gripping either side, Bill noted with satisfaction that her mouth was half open and she was emitting strangled grunts each time his prick pushed into her body. He jammed at her harder, feeling a new surge of power as a new energy force drove his hips and thighs faster and harder.

Dropping one of her breasts, Bill rubbed her belly and tangled his fingers in her pubic hair. His finger was seeking her slot, and when he found it, he pushed his finger boldly into it to seek her clit.

It rose to meet him from amid the folds of flesh that protected and covered her cunt. Bill's finger brushed across it, went on, paused, and then returned to brush it again. He could hear Terri gasp each time his finger passed across the rigid nub of tissue.

Gripping it between his thumb and forefinger, Bill pulled at her clit until it was stretched away from the groove of her cunt and then he let it go, to snap back to its accustomed place between the tight lips of her pussy.

Again and again he snapped her clit as he drove into her body and each time he was greeted with her guttural response. He felt his second load of come winging its way up the many ducts of his body toward his prick. He mentally urged it on; he wanted to splash into her again. He felt the time was right, that she was as ready as he was to come.

Sweat was running down his face and chest as he worked at her body with his own. The little drops of clear liquid were dropping off his nose and chin onto her back where they gathered and ran down the groove of her backbone. Bill felt hot, hot all over, just like he had a fever. He wondered about that for a fleeting moment and then put the thought out of his mind so that he could concentrate on blowing his nuts with Terri.

Harder and harder his body worked, thrusting his prick forward and back like the driving rod on a steam locomotive, in and out. Back and forth.

With a strangled cry. Bill felt his come pour down the final tube in his prick and pour out into Terri's waiting body. He felt his muscles contorting as they attempted to spew out the milky substance with greater force and power. Bill's hands gripped her breast harder, his fingers making deep indentations in her flesh. His other hand rubbed and kneaded the tiny clit and rubbed up and down her slot.

As the last of his come drained from his body, Bill felt his prick shrivel and fall from the succulent tube that had housed it so perfectly.

When he was free of her and their bodies were no longer joined by his staff of thick flesh, he rolled to the side of the bed, pulled a pillow under his head, and dropped into a rich, deep sleep.