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yearned to be filled in a simple natural fashion, with the thick pulsating organ that had been fashioned for just that purpose. She wondered how so natural a deed could have come to have such sinister social overtones.
    Til give you what you only get in fantasies, all the things you think are perverted and dirty. I can teach you how to accept all the parts of yourself that you have cut off. You'll find yourself licking the floor and sucking my feet, begging me to let you eat my arse out. I'll come in you from behind and make you climb the wall. When you leave here you won't be able to pee for a week without remembering what I did to you, and then you'll be ready to come back.'
    Her mind half on his words, half on her thoughts, Cynthia began to rub her cunt through the silk of her panties. She felt the hardness of the mound, the softness of the lips under it. The warm flush of pleasure charged her loins and her fingers started to move with more precise purpose, tracing the vertical slit down to the musty spaces between her buttocks. She reached up and brought her hand over the elastic top, and then slid it down the inside of the fabric until she touched the opening of her cunt, the wet pubic hair.
    'You will come until you think you can't come any more, and then I'll take you places you didn't even suspect, places where everything is teeth and nails and shrieks. I'll take you to the jungle, baby, and throw you to the tigers. And when you get hooked, I'll get some friends to come over, and we'll smother you with hard-ons. Three or four men, all like me, putting it in you everyplace, in your arse, in your mouth, in your cunt, between your tits, all at once. Hands and tongues and cocks all over you. And you down there rolling and lapping and swallowing everything we give you.' He waited a beat. 'Did you ever have somebody piss in your throat after he came in your mouth?'
    She moved her finger in and out of her cunt, penetrating an inch and slipping up to rub her clitoris, giving herself the sensations she wanted and revelling in the geography of the canyon between her legs, its strong supple walls and delicate ridges. The fact that her cunt was awesome and beautiful came to life in her consciousness, and she was enveloped in the joy of loving it. As she finger-fucked she considered for an instant that he might be masturbating at the other end of the wire, and the thought enflamed her. She strained to catch some clue in his voice.
    'Can you come over now?' he said. 'I can meet you some place public, and if you don't like me you can leave without trouble. Otherwise I can take you to my place and fuck you clear up to your eyes.'
    She tried to speak but didn't want to interrupt the flow towards climax. Her hand flew faster between her thighs, her pelvis rocked up and down, and her belly clutched and released in a series of spasms. Half sitting, half lying, the phone in one hand, her breasts lolling on her chest, the nipples wrinkled, her mouth open and her tongue sliding from side to side, unabashedly fingering herself to bring herself to orgasm, she presented a classic picture of depravity.
    'Are you still there?' he said, and she let out a small sharp cry, at first guarded, and changing into an open bleat of pleasure. She was coming and she didn't care that he knew what she was doing. He was outside of her, a force without a face, and she sagged into the open enjoyment of the exquisite moment. His voice took on a note of suave complacency and he said, 'Well go ahead then, frig yourself crazy.'
    As a dog that has long been pent up and brought to an open meadow will strain at the leash and then bound wildly into the free space when the latch is removed, she sprang from his words and sank into her own orgasm. She moaned and cupped her cunt as the crucial excitement level was reached, and let herself pump spasmodically as the tension was released. Her heart welled like water from a deep spring, and her mind vibrated until it had shaken