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CHAPTER ONEChad Ponkert studied the pale, golden clearness of the Chablis. Letting the aroma of the wine drift to his nostrils, he raised the glass to his lips and savored its full fruity flavor. Satisfied, he let his eyes rise to the field of jonquils to equally drink in the form of the girl moving through the yellow blossoms.No, he mused, girl was the wrong word. Karin was a woman! He personally had provided the physical transformation almost a month ago. The change was visibly apparent. Karin seemed to radiate life."Karin!" he called to his companion.Brushing long strands of frosty blonde hair from her eyes, the woman looked up and smiled. He raised the glass of wine as a summons. Her smile widened in acknowledgement. Half running, her bare feet seemed to float among the deep yellow blooms as she made her way to the towering oak that shaded Ponkert from the warm June sun overhead. Her movements mesmerized him. She was some free-spirited meadow nymph out to capture his heart.A light summer's breeze gathered the flowing folds of Karin's caftan, pressing the diaphanous fabric against her body. The effect was just the opposite of the veiling design of the garment. The delicate cloth enhanced the well-formed and well-proportioned curves of her body. Ponkert's eyes relished her every step and he delighted as she lowered herself to the ground beside him."Hungry?" she smiled, tilting her head so that her yellow hair cascaded over her shoulder like a billowing cloud of golden threads."I could eat a horse," Ponkert answered, knowing he was lying, but willing to allow Karin to play out her picnic game. He was anxious to be in her. But rushing what would ultimately come would only destroy the day."A horse?" she puzzled at his archaic expression. Then she chuckled, realizing he referred to a mammal she had once read about in a natural history class. The animal was now extinct. On a totally urban planet like Earth, there was no room for animals that didn't provide enough food to justify their existence."Don't make fun of me, wench!" Ponkert chided as he landed a sharp, stinging swat to her temptingly protruding bottom."Ouch! Stop it, you brute!" she laughed, obviously enjoying his playful punishment. "Stop being silly, Chad. You're only twenty-four. Remember, I've seen your personal-film. Horses haven't been around for at least a century. You couldn't have seen one!""Correct-and wrong," he mused, leaning back against the tree, sipping at the Chablis. "I'm twenty-four and you may have been peeking at my bio-films, but you seem to have forgotten I've been a Voyager since I was eighteen. And I've seen at least thirty different planets. Some of which still have horses!"Karin ignored his remark and spread a white disposa-cloth picnic mat at his feet. She knew he was a Voyager. She realized his life was that of a rocket-jockey, searching the galaxies for new inhabitable planets. And she was more than aware of the long flights to other star systems taken by star sailors such as Ponkert. She knew all this, but didn't like to be reminded of it.As Karin bent over the picnic basket to unpack their food, Ponkert's eyes delved below the loose hanging neckline of her dress to the tight-pressed valley between her breasts. His groin tightened at the sight of the half veiled, cream-colored globes."Well, Mister Horse Eater," Karin said as she placed the final touches on the food arrangement, "do you think this repast will suffice?"He quietly surveyed the meal-cold chicken, potato salad, baked beans and apple pie. Simple, but real. No synthetics. The monetary advantages of being a Voyager were evident. This once plain snack would have cost the average Earth worker a month's wages. Supply and demand, a hard reality in an over-populated world. Thus the majority of Earth's peoples lived and died never tasting real meat, or fruit, or vegetables. Flavored bulk, spiked with vitamins and protein were their staple diet.But for Ponkert, the exorbitant cost of food, real food, was nothing. Time-Shift Universal had paid him a cool million for five voyages; the accrued interest had purchased the land they were on now. Space had changed him; Earth's crowded cities were more than he could take anymore. This small plot of undeveloped land was his shelter from a strange world he didn't understand. This strangeness almost made him eager for tomorrow's flight. Almost!Now there was Karin."Eat up, star gazer," Karin ordered, holding a plate of food to him. "And enjoy it! I know what all this cost!"He smiled, taking the offering. His eyes once more settled on her breasts. The no-bra look was the fashion trend when he left Earth for the first time. Now, once again, bras were most definitely fashionable. The reversal pleased him. Bras were sexy. And even more so as they were removed.Suddenly he was overwhelmed by his appetite and followed Karin's orders, although he paid little attention to the taste. He was fully occupied in filling his mind with his companion.She had chosen her attire well for the occasion. The tent-like caftan was perfect. It completely covered and hid her body from the knees up. The only hints of the comely figure beneath were the long shapely sweep of her calves and the twin peaks that pushed out from her chest, straining against the fabric.The dress stirred the imagination, setting the mind afire with fantasies of what lay beneath, which was the only purpose for clothing, since man now controlled his weather. But the dress suited Ponkert's taste. He liked his women fully clothed in the best-styled fashions. Or naked! The in-betweens, the half-nude styles, seemed at the most, cheap.When his eyes grew tired of probing the folds of Karin's clothes for some hint of the figure they hid, he traced and retraced the goddess-like features of her face. Naturally red lips and blushed cheeks. Her beauty was enhanced by emerald green eyes, not blue."Chad," she said softly, "I....""Don't say it," he interrupted. "Not now at least!"Her eyes lowered. "All right, but I can show it!" Without another word, Karin moved to his side. Her hands reached out and caressed his cheeks. Momentarily, she gazed into his dark eyes. Then she moved forward and her lips possessed his, gently and lovingly. The kiss transformed to urgency.Ponkert's arms encircled the trim waist and pulled the lithe body to him as he sank back to the lush carpet of grass. His testicles tightened familiarly and life stirred in his groin as Karin's breasts crushed into his chest. Their tongues and lips worked in unison. His hand searched over the back of the caftan, releasing the adhesive strips that held it together. Beneath the cloth, his fingertips met soft, warm, smooth skin.Karin moaned at his exploring touch, pulling away from his lips. Her eyes flickered open and flashed with delight. "You work fast, Chadwick Ponkert the Third!""Don't call me Chadwick!" he ordered in mock anger, his hand once more delivering a hearty swat to her firm buttocks.She squealed once and her lips covered his again. Her tongue darted into his mouth, teasing and drawing his tongue into the warm shelter of her mouth. Ponkert obliged, probing and toying with her twisting oral digit.Suddenly, her teeth clamped down lightly and she sucked. He groaned in protest under the oral pain-plea-sure and jerked his tongue free from her grasp. A slight salty taste was left in her mouth.Ponkert's mouth and teeth now worked their way from her ear lobe down the gentle arch of her creamy neck. His hands drifted along her spine, over the base of her satiny back, slipping under the elastic band of her panties. His fingers roughly dug into the demiglobes of flesh, kneading them. She squirmed with the manipulation, grinding her crotch into the hardening length at his groin."Oooohh!" she moaned. "My god, I love your hands on me!""Not as much as I do," he whispered, giving up her neck to speak."Don't be fresh, young man, or you'll get a bust in the mouth," Karin replied, smiling coyly down at her partner."There's nothing I would like more," he grinned up. "Right one or left?""Neither, greedy," she chuckled, pushing herself up and away from his arms, "unless I get this dress off!"Smiling, he watched as she rose. Standing before him, her eyes flashed and her arms gracefully arched to her shoulders, slipping the sheath over them. The dress drifted down around her ankles like a cloud. She reveled in the desire that ignited in Ponkert's eyes as they raced over her body.Although he had viewed her on numerous occasions during the past month, she was most definitely a she-takes-your-breath-away vision. She seemed to be a living portrait that had stepped from a painting by the Twentieth Century master, Jeff Jones. The type of woman that caused a man to ache by just looking at her. Her swollen breasts spilled over the thin cloth of her bra, which she wore more for containing than supporting. Her arms twisted behind her back unclasping the delicate garment, tossing it to the ground. The twin mountains of flesh sprang to freedom, jiggled slightly, then jutted proud and firm.Her hands now glided down the curving slope of her sides. Her fingers booked under her bikini panties and slid them over the tempting flare of her hips and down her long lithe legs until she stepped from them and the dress around her ankles. The triangle of fleece at the junction of her thighs was the same frosty blonde as the clouds of hair that fell around her shoulders."Have I ever told you, you're beautiful!" he asked rhetorically.Her smile grew. "Several times. But don't stop, I like it!"Suddenly she pouted, "There's something unfair about this arrangement!""What?" he asked, unable to remove his eyes from the naked beauty."You sure make it difficult for a girl," she continued in mock-disgust. "You're lying there gawking with your clothes on!"He glanced down at his jumpsuit, grinning sheepishly. In the excitement of watching her expertly strip, he had simply forgotten. Three zippers, two on his boots and one on his jumpsuit, rectified the situation. He never bothered with underclothes.She watched the hasty disrobing with an interest that matched his a few moments ago. While he wasn't the most handsome man in the world, every inch of his six-foot-three body rippled with the well-toned muscles of a swimmer.However, her eyes centered on the thick shaft that throbbed at her, rising at a forty-five degree angle from the dark, curly forest covering his groin. Her pink tongue flicked lightly over her lips leaving a moist glistening trail. A dampness welled between her legs."How's that, woman?" he questioned, his white teeth flashing in a wide grin.She strutted before the man, her bulbous breasts bobbing in a tantalizing dance of swaying motion. She stopped so that the hard buds that precariously topped the fleshy mounds brushed the hairs of his chest."I think I like you much better in the flesh," she said.His arms reached out and encircled the woman, crushing her full length to him, while his lips covered hers. His tongue greedily probed the sweet warmth of her mouth. There was no resistance; she seemed to push herself ever harder against his body, as if trying to climb up on him. Her stomach swayed against his, rolling and teasing the swollen cock that swelled between them. Both gasped for breath, when they finally parted."I think you were mentioning something about a bust in the mouth a moment ago," Ponkert said, his hands running up her satin-touch skin until they cupped and raised the firm cones. "They used to say, more than a mouthful is wasted. But somehow, I think they were wrong!"She started to laugh, but his mouth covering the tip of her breast put an end to the reaction. She only threw her head back and moaned as his tongue lashed out, taunting the rose-colored nubbin that jutted hard and proud from her tit.His lips and teeth joined his tongue at teasing, while his hands kneaded the globe.Arching back slightly and entangling her fingers in his hair, she shoved die gigantic mound into his mouth as if attempting to force the ponderous mass down his throat. Then pulling one of her hands free, she reached down and grasped the pulsing rod that stabbed eagerly at her belly. Squeezing, she jerked up and down along its rigid length.Following suit, his hand roughly covered her vulva. His index finger found the damp crease of her pussy and plunged into the hot, wet channel of her vagina. In and out, the digit worked, moving across the agitated surface of her clitoris with each exciting stroke.The two-fold stimulation was more than the girl could endure. Moaning under the dual manipulations, her knees turned to liquid. Together, like a slow motion scene, they sank to the grassy bed that cushioned their bodies.He released his hold on the now-aching breast and once more covered her full luscious lips with his own, as he rode atop her writhing body. Beneath him, her long, shapely legs opened, spreading for his entry. Her hand, still maintaining its grasp on his cock, glided the turgid organ to the moist lips of her mound.As the blood-filled head of his penis nuzzled the golden down between her thighs, he threw his hips forward, thrusting the swollen shaft into the hot, lubricated shelter of her vagina.The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry of pleasure from the girl's throat. The tight young muscles of her cunt contracted into a squeezing sheath surrounding his throbbing manliness. Her hips jerked upward, burying the hard pole deeper in her velvet-lined tunnel."God!" she groaned. "You feel so big! And so long!"Rising on his arms, he hung over the blonde-haired woman so that they were joined only at their hips. Then he vigorously pumped himself into her fiery, liquid core in long hard strokes. Over and over, he threw himself into the girl, as the sense of urgency that had dominated him throughout the day drove him on at a desperate pace.She didn't mind. She groaned and moaned under the battering attack. Anchoring her hands on his back, she pulled, bringing his full weight crushing atop her. She writhed and twisted with pleasure under the fleshy impact. Her hips leapt up to meet his every plunge. The rigid shaft of flesh forced its way deeper and deeper into the quick of her soul.Groping, his hands slid under her excited ass. He dug his fingers into the tension hard buttocks, jerking her pelvis to him, increasing his angle of entry. His cock pounded deeper into the welcoming cunt.They soared in a delirium of erotic fever, both striving to reach new heights of ecstasy. Pounding, groaning, aching and grunting, they drove for the full measure of pleasure each offered, until an imploding universe of lust consumed her in wave upon wave of soul-blasting passion.Simultaneously, fire raced from his testicles through his pulsing organ and erupted in a boiling, molten explosion of fiery come. The burning liquid blasted out of the pinprick hole in the end of his cock, splattering, coating and filling her belly with sperm and semen. Gallon upon gallon of the creamy come jetted into the girl's belly, until it welled from around the base of his shaft and trickled from the lips of her cunt.Their lust expended, they collapsed, drained and fulfilled. Their breaths came deep and satisfied. A light summer's breeze stirred, sweeping their bodies in relaxing coolness.For moments, Ponkert lay soaking in Karin's warmth and softness. As his strength returned and his penis deflated to a limp hose, he rolled from atop her onto his back. Opening his arms, he accepted the head that nestled into the hollow of his shoulder. His arms and hands caressed her tenderly."I'll wait for you," she whispered. "I'll...."Suddenly his world blurred and Karin quivered, then vanished. The warm security of Earth melted and was replaced by an empty blackness and burning acid seared through his veins.Somewhere in the darkness, a voice called to him, "Ponkert, Chadwick Ponkert the Third!"The voice was that of a woman. It wouldn't let him be.CHAPTER TWO"Chadwick Ponkert! This isn't the time for dead asses!" the feminine voice continued. "Up and at 'em!"Ponkert sighed as the consuming fire in his veins dulled to a pleasing warmth. His mind fought to ease back into the restfulness of DEEP-sleep and ignore the drugs that worked to wake him."Come on, Ponkert!" the woman's voice nagged. "Stop wasting time! Time-Shift Universal is paying you good money for this job! Now let's hop to it!"The loud hiss of in-rushing air temporarily drowned the strident voice of the demanding harpy. Exploding crimson sunbursts raced across his closed eyelids, and reality smashed into his brain like a wet sandbag!"Hurry, Ponkert!" the voice of the ship's computer commanded again."Shut up, bitch!" Ponkert snapped in return, his eyes blinking open to focus on the flickering lights of the control panel."Who are you calling a bitch, Chadwick Ponkert the Third?" the feminine voice of the computer retorted, with a touch of indignation."You! You hunk of tin with a motorized mouth!" Ponkert snarled as he groggily stepped out of the DEEP-sleep pod into the control room. His magnetic boots stopped him from drifting in free-fall."Why, you ungrateful blob of animated flesh and bone!" The computer wouldn't keep silent. "How can....""I said shut up!" Ponkert shouted as he stumbled to his control couch. "Another word and I'll take a screwdriver to you!""Hummphf!" the monitor grunted metallically, then hummed without another word."Good!" Ponkert sighed, settling into the form-fitting contours of the couch. Man triumphant over machine once again! "Now bring me a brandy, then wake Jan. And if you want your ration of oil today, you'll have two more brandies here before she arrives!""Yes, master," the machine acknowledged somewhat sarcastically, then hummed peacefully again.Ponkert relaxed in the deep-cushioned chair, wondering what had possessed him to give the ship's computer a female voice. He made, a mental note to have it changed, along with a notation to erase any mention of Time-Shift Universal in the computer's memory banks. He had given them their five trips. Now he was an independent."Your drink, master," the computer said as a tube slipped into Ponkert's hand from a slot in the arm of his couch.He sipped the amber liquid and found it to his liking. The distilled wine took the edges off his rude awakening and helped fade the memories of his dream. Karin happened a long time back. She didn't wait. The memories were no longer painful, just unpleasant. He would have to be more careful in programming his dreams for DEEP-sleep. No more frosty blondes!The brandy settled in his stomach, spreading its lively heat through his body. He glanced around the control room, feeling a rush of pride stir gooseflesh within his chest. This was his ship, no longer Time-Shift Universal's. He was an independent, no longer an employee. He smiled. He felt like the captain of the IGV (Intergalaxic Vessel) Werewolf.His eyes surveyed the cabin again. His pride swelled higher. Every cent he had made during his time with Time-Shift had gone into the purchase of the Werewolf and the equipment it contained. It was worth it! Raising the half-emptied tube, he toasted, "To my pride and joy! To the Werewolf."As his lips nursed the last drops of brandy from the tube, a very feminine and very, very sexy voice cooed from behind him, "I'd like to join in that toast. I need a drink-desperately!"Smiling, Ponkert twisted his head. His breath was taken away anew by the sight that greeted his eyes. Unashamed of her plentiful and desirable attributes, Jan lounged in the hatch, one flaring hip jutted out in a come-hither pose. Her every voluptuous curve strained against the plastic jumpsuit that covered her from her small perfect feet to the base of her long, graceful white neck. The jumpsuit itself was made of alternating three-inch squares of wet-look white and perfectly transparent plastic. Although the white squares deviously hid the vital targets sought by Ponkert's probing eyes, the transparent panels broadly hinted at what lay beneath.Ponkert's penis did a cartwheel within his own jumpsuit."Your wish is my command," he said, sailing a tube of amber liquid through the weightless atmosphere of the cabin into the woman's waiting hands. "How do you fed?"Gulping down a hasty swallow, Jan replied, "Hot and bothered! Those electronic wet-dreams of yours are enough to drive a sweet, innocent young girl up the walls!""Bitch, bitch, bitch!" he returned. "If you prefer, I'll see that your pod receives a private screening of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm next time around. Now put that sweet, young bottom of yours in your couch. We've got to arrange a nice soft planet fall.""Yes sir, chief!" she answered somewhat mockingly as she lowered herself into her own contour couch. "But you forgot the 'innocent' when describing my rear.""You forgot innocence a long time back, so why should I remember?" Ponkert chided."Screw you!" Jan replied. The comment came more as a suggestion than a curse."Later, woman!" Ponkert chuckled.As they busied themselves with landing preparations, Jan grinned, "I'll store that away for future reference, Chad!"Without further ado, man and woman, pilot and co-pilot, fed data hand over fist into the Werewolf s monitor. For over an hour, figures and facts went in and twice as many figures and facts were blurted out. The process completed, the two sank back into their respective control couches."We're lucky, Chad," Jan sighed, "to find an Earth-type this soon."Ponkert nodded. "Hows about another drink to celebrate?"He chuckled to himself. He and his female-type co-pilot shared one thing in common: an old-fashioned belief in the free enterprise system and an unshakable faith in the power of money. If they hadn't they would have never stepped foot on the deck of a rocket in an attempt to discover and exploit an Earth-type planet. Their basic plan was the establishment of a recreation center, wild and free, away from the hands of the numerous governments throughout the galaxy. When over-population cursed most planets, there was a premium on "space to get away from it all." They planned to cash in on this need."Make mine a margarita," Jan suggested. "It'll fit my sexy mood."The computer responded immediately, slipping a pale lime-colored tube into his hand."Woman, if you make another comment like that, I'll begin to think you're propositioning your captain," he said, floating the drink container in her direction.Their eyes met and held each other.Jan let the tube wobble by her and bounce off the bulkhead behind her. Her eyes were alive with impish light and a wide smile spread across her lips, "We've got two hours until atmosphere entry," her eyes flashed at him wickedly, " ... master!" she added with emphasis.The "master" coursed through Ponkert's groin like an electrical shock. He had chosen Jan as his co-pilot because they made a good exploratory team. Three flights for Time-Shift had proven that. The same flights had also proven they were good together."Master," Jan repeated to be sure Ponkert realized which game she was in the mood to play.Ponkert understood!"Strip, slave!" he ordered firmly, falling into the role she sought from him.Jan complied, peeling off the checkerboard plastic jumpsuit that clung to her full lush body like a second skin. Completely naked within a few seconds, she tantalizingly pivoted to allow Ponkert a view of her attributes from every angle.Jan could never be called beautiful. She was cute. From the shining strands of black hair that topped her head to her small, child-like feet, she radiated a glow of innocence that cried out to be taken and protected. This very aura of innocence' made the dominance she needed and wanted all that more enticing to Ponkert."The gravity!" he commanded. "You know you aren't worth a damn in free-fall!"Flashing him a smile of delight, the girl trotted as best she could to a large red button on the control panel. His eyes followed the titillating bounce of her 38-25-36 frame. Actually, his eyes focused on the slow-motion juggle of her double-barreled 38s.His eyes were mesmerized by the dark nipples and their shades lighter areoles. The tempting little mushrooms and their accompanying haloes traced invisible arcs in the air with her every movement.Her long fingers stretched out and depressed the button. Suddenly, Ponkert felt every ounce of his full two hundred and ten pounds settle on his six-foot-three frame. Jan's dancing breasts also came under the effect of the artificial gravity. They sagged ever so slightly, giving a hint of things to come as she aged. But that was the future; now they were pleasingly perfect to his eyes.She turned and her eyes once more met his. Her tongue pinkly flicked behind her sensually parted lips. Her breasts heaved in eager anticipation."Now!" he ordered. "My clothes!"Scurrying like the slave she sought to be, Jan came to his side, her hips wagging exaggeratedly. Slavering, her fingers found the solitary zipper to his jumpsuit. She inched the metal down its path, across his chest to his waist. With equal ease, her hands freed the zippers on his boots and slipped them from his feet. He rose and the provocatively naked woman assisted him as he removed his jumpsuit.Momentarily staring with pleasure at the dark-haired beauty, he commanded, "On your knees and worship my cock!"Obeying, she sank to the floor without protest and looked up helplessly at the hulking, manly figure that towered above her. Her body tingled, watching his muscular thighs bulge as he stepped forward, nearly straddling her head.The fleshy tube of his sex dangled at half-mast, a mere fraction of an inch from her face. A slightly musty smell touched her flared nostrils. She quivered with uncontrollable excitement. The odor was male! It aroused her rather than repulsed."Lock your hands behind you!" he demanded of the woman kneeling before him. "I only want to feel those beautiful cock-loving lips on my prick!"The girl's coal black eyes rolled up, met his in acknowledgement, then drifted back to his penis. Slowly her tongue curled out and lightly touched the lethargic hose. He moaned. The organ stirred and she watched the two kidney-shaped testicles tighten in their wrinkling sac.Still using no more than the tip of her pink, wet tongue, she teasingly stroked the full length of his manliness, delighting as the half-aroused penis extended itself into a rigid shaft of pulsing cock. Her tongue reached out again. She shivered loving the warm, smooth texture of his sex. The gentle caress caused the hard pole to bob before her fascinated eyes. Her tongue languorously slicked over her lips in her own mounting anticipation.Tilting her head slightly, she moved beneath his spread legs and gently kissed the tightly drawn sac. The man above her groaned. Her lips glided upward to the base of his jutting shaft. Once more, she kissed very, very gently.Unable to remain passive, his hands cradled around her head. His fingers entwined in the shining black strands of her hair, and he guided her luscious lips up to his manliness until they brushed against his swelling, pulsating glans.Watching from above, he reveled in the sight of the woman kneeling before him in slavish servility. The visual image of the slavering girl added to his excitement. He delighted in watching her oral ministrations, her pink tongue swirling over the tender surface of his cock's head.Once more, her eyes rolled up to him. As he watched, her lips formed a tightly puckered "O", inviting the now constantly throbbing shaft to enter. Accepting the sum mons, he eased his hips forward and thrilled as the thick red head of his prick disappeared into the girl's eager mouth.Her tongue attacked the invader with increased energy. Lashing and swirling, the active oral digit whipped over the swollen arrowhead. Each moist dance of her expert tongue agitated swells of erotic pleasure throughout his loins.In unison, her lips inched forward and his hips eased toward her mouth. The jet streams of her breath raced from her nostrils and trickled through the dark, curly forest at the base of his penis as she took the full length of his sex into the warm shelter of her mouth.He slowly rocked his hips back, watching his cock withdraw, glistening redly from her lips. Her cheeks hollowed as the hard cylinder of male meat departed. Then, with almost vicious power, he slammed forward, assaulting the fortress of her face with his hot, aching battering ram of flesh.Eagerly the kneeling woman accepted the invasion of round, slick cock that filled her mouth and threatened to Crack her jaws. Her tongue twisted and played along its length. She relished its feel, its taste and moaned as it began to withdraw.But he had no thoughts of removing himself from the warm, wet oral sheath that surrounded him. Instead, he began pumping in and out of her face. Her teeth clamped lightly down on the moving piston, igniting the electricity of pain-pleasure along the rigid length.Under the beautiful pressure of lips and teeth, no more than a few moments passed before the volcanic explosion of sperm and semen gushed from the end of his cock into the girl's waiting mouth. Blast after blast of lava-hot come jetted forth as her throat bobbed and twitched in an effort to swallow every drop of the opalescent fluid.Her lips and tongue also redoubled their efforts, begging for more. She sucked, siphoning every trace of the come from the small channel down the interior of his penis. Her eyes blazed. She enjoyed her task and was intent on eating him like he had never been eaten before.Unable to stand a moment more of the agonizing pain-pleasure, he pulled her mouth from his still erect pole. The saliva-wet prick throbbed proudly before her face. A single pearly drop rolled from the tiny slit in the center of the gorged glans. Her pink tongue flicked out, captured the juice of his groin, savored the taste of the drop; then she swallowed."My god, woman!" he groaned, his knees shaking visibly. "I can't believe those cock-hungry, predatory lips of yours!"She laughed and started to envelope the shaft in her mouth once again, but he stepped back shakily."No more! I'm only a man!" he roared in pleasure, sit-. ting down on the edge of the control couch.He studied her, trying to regain his strength and quiet the quivering that possessed his muscles. Her dark eyes flared with devilish delight, knowing she had satisfied the man who sat before her."Have I ever told you how good you are?" he said to the smiling girl."Never!" she pouted."Well, remind me sometime, when I have a free afternoon, to explain all the pleasure you give me," he said. "But right now, get up off your ass and come here!"Immediately, she obeyed and stood before her captain-master."Now spread your legs," he commanded. "And no matter what I do, you are not to move. Do you understand?"She nodded and spread her legs-wide.His hands reached out and touched the silken textured thighs, but instead of moving to her black fleece-covered mound, he glided around to the sleek, rounded cheeks of her buttocks. His mouth moved to her vulva.She moaned.Simultaneously, his taunting tongue found the moist crease of her outer lips and his fingers delved between the hot demi-globes of her ass.She moaned again and successfully fought the urge to grab his head and shove it into her hungry cunt. Despite the tremblings that quaked through her willing body, she stood still as he had ordered.Running his tongue along the lubricated fold of her labia, he found the swollen bud of her clitoris. Gently, his tongue licked around the erotic pleasure center, caressing and rolling the nubbin with his lips. The toying wrenched cries of pleasure from Jan's throat.Meanwhile, his fingers had discovered the taut, puckered mouth of her anus. Tickling and teasing, he relaxed the hot little fissure enough to allow his index finger to wiggle into the tight entrance. The sensuous invasion kindled increased cries from the motionless woman.Lapping and licking, his tongue avidly worked down from her clit, until it teased the scalloped inner lips of her vagina. These parted with ease to admit his oral probings. He twisted and stabbed his tongue into the velvet-lined channel he found, tasting and enjoying the thick, slightly salty juice he found there.His finger rapidly plunged in and out of her tight asshole.The dual stimulation was more than the woman's will could be expected to endure. Forgetting her master's orders, her pelvis swayed and gyrated in rhythm with his tongue and finger. Her own hands rose to the twin globes of her breasts, fondling and caressing the creamy mounds.Realizing what was happening, he abruptly withdrew both his mouth and finger. He glared in mock-anger at the woman, kneading her own breasts."Shameless, bitch!" he snapped. "Down on your knees again!"