The gate to Derek Andersen's estate was an intimidating barrier-iron bars that rose to a height of about twelve feet, the only entrance to twenty acres of property completely surrounded by brick walls, security devices and several burly bodyguards. When Babe saw the obstacle her heart sank. But her determination and imagination provided her with a means of entry.
She approached the check point and responded to the guard's stoic expression with a big grin. "Hi.
I'm Tracy Evans from Music Mania magazine. I'm here to interview The Boys."
The tall, husky guard scrutinized her from head to toe, then smirked, "Sure you are."
"No, really," Babe insisted, consulting her wristwatch. "I have an eleven o'clock appointment."
"I don't know anything about an appointment," he replied.
"Of course you don't," Babe giggled. "I'm not here to interview you."
The guard was not amused. "Very funny. Got any I.D.?"
"Oh, dear. I seem to have forgotten my purse."
"Just as I thought."
"You can cheek with my editor," Babe bluffed.
"I don't have to check with anybody. No I.D., no entry."
Unperturbed, Babe tried another approach. "Say, aren't you Derek's bodyguard?"
"Yeah," he smugly confirmed. "What of it?"
"You're some hunk of machinery," she said, admiring his biceps.
"The better to keep intruders out of here." "Hmm. Maybe I ought to skip the interview with The Boys and do a story on you. "
"Me?" he scoffed. "Who'd be interested in a story about me?"
"Any woman who knows a real man when she sees one," said Babe.
The guard grinned and nodded his head. "Maybe you've got something there."
"Looks like you've got something there,"
Babe observed, glancing at his crotch. "What's your name?"
"Jeff Kroeger. But they call me, `Bull.' "
"I'll bet they do," Babe flirtatiously muttered.
Aroused by the prospect of scoring some trim as well as a little notoriety of his own, Bull relaxed his guard. "Maybe you'd like to find out why."
"Maybe I would," Babe replied. "Why don't you let me in so that we can get better acquainted."
"Gee… I don't know," he hesitated.
Babe reached through the bars and caressed the lump in his pants. "Don't tease me, Bull. I'm so horny, I can't think straight."
"Hot damn!" he gulped and without further adieu, Bull unlocked the gate and ushered Babe inside.
"Is there any place where we can be alone?" she asked.
"Well… our best bet's one of the guest rooms in the house," said Bull.
They hurried up the gravel path leading to the mansion but instead of using the front door, where another guard was posted, Bull suggested a detour through a garden and onto a veranda behind the house. They entered through the sliding glass doors of an atrium and proceeded through a succession of unfurnished rooms until they reached a carpeted staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs.
"Just keep it quiet, okay?" Bull whispered over his shoulder as he crept up the stairs.
Babe didn't say a word as she followed close behind. She did, however, take notice of her surroundings, memorizing the layout of the place.
"Here we are," said Bull, taking her by the hand and slipping into one of the guest rooms.
Once inside, he locked the door. "Well, how's this for privacy?"
"Perfect," Babe agreed, noticing that the bathroom adjoined the bedroom next door. "Why don't you get undressed while I freshen up?" she suggested. "I'll only be a minute."
"Sure," grinned Bull, peeling off his T-shirt.
"Don't start without me," winked Babe as she disappeared into the bathroom. As soon as she had closed the door, she stepped into the next bedroom and back out into the second floor corridor. She tip-toed from room to room, quietly opening and closing doors in search of any of The Boys. Finding no one, she went downstairs. There, she came upon a huge ballroom containing the group's musical instruments and sound equipment, but not one member of the band was present and accounted for. Obviously, this was where they rehearsed, but from the look of things not much practicing had been going on. A drumset was collecting dust and when Babe tried strumming a few chords on one of the guitars, she found two strings out of tune.
"Looking for something?" asked a male voice behind her.
Babe wheeled around and found herself faceto-face with Ace Corkran, the group's drummer.
With his long brown hair, blue eyes and boyish features, he was even cuter in person than in all the fan magazines. "Actually, I'm looking for someone, " she clarified.
"Anyone in particular?" he casually inquired.
"You'll do."
Amused, Ace circled her, assessing his discovery. "And who might you be?"
"My name is Babe McKay."
"Babe?"
"The one and only."
"Well, how do you do? I'm the one and only…"
"Ace Corkran,' Babe interjected, barely able to contain herself.
"Oh, a fan."
"A devoted one," she gushed.
Ace smiled. "Those are the best kind. Pretty, too," he observed.
"Thanks."
"Wait, don't tell me, you just happened to be in the neighborhood and decided to drop by."
"Actually, I've gone to a great deal of trouble to see you," Babe admitted.
"I'm flattered."
"Well, it's business as well as pleasure."
"Which should we conduct first?" asked Ace.
Babe smiled and caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. "Oh, I always before pleasure before business."
"What a coincidence," Ace murmured, lowering his mouth to Babe's parted lips.
They kissed softly, innocently. But as the kiss lingered, passion began to transform innocence into desire and desire into lust. Ace wound his arms around Babe's waist and she ran her hands through his long brown hair. Their bodies pressed against each other and their tongues mingled.
Soon they were fondling and groping. Babe's hands were all over him and Ace, who could juggle a mean pair of drumsticks, wasn't shy or clumsy about exploring her body. He squeezed her tits through her silky blouse, lifted her skirt to palm the round cheeks of her ass and slide his lean fingers up and down the damp crotch of her panties.
As they continued to neck, Ace slipped Babe's panties a few inches down her stockinged thighs and gently stroked her hairy pubic mound.
Babe sighed in his ear and as he traced the creamy lips of her slit with his fingertips.
Eventually, he inserted his middle finger into her warm hole and churned her love juices.
"Oh-h-h," Babe whimpered. "You're getting me hot! "
"That's the idea," Ace replied, sinking to his knees.
While Babe held the hem of her skirt up to her waist, Ace stroked her legs and buried his face in her luscious pussy. He licked her cunt as if it were an ice cream cone, but the treat was on Babe. She slowly swayed her hips as Ace plunged his drooling tongue into her savory snatch, twirling it like a corkscrew in her honeypot and flicking it like a whip against her throbbing clit.
He paused to unzip her skirt and let it drop to her ankles. He also tugged down her white halfslip and panties, then helped her as she stepped out of her garments. While he was busy undressing her, Babe removed her blouse but left on her white lace bra, garter belt and sheer nylon stockings. Ace rose to his feet and let Babe undress him. She started by unbuttoning his shirt and running her fingernails up and down his bare chest. She then peeled the shirt down his arms, stripping him to the waist. While unfastening his belt, she kissed and licked his slender torso, slashing his belly with her tantalizing tongue as she unzipped his fly. Kneeling before him, Babe tugged down his tight blue jeans from behind, confirming a fan magazine rumor that Ace didn't bother with underwear. As she caressed his buttocks, Babe rubbed her breasts against his crotch, coaxing a full-scale erection. Ace's cock rose to greet Babe's smiling lips.
She administered to his need with skill and grace, lavishing luscious kisses and licks from the bloated sac of his testicles to the tender tip of his protruding prick. Then, as if performing a ritual, she gently and sensuously sucked his dick, closing her juicy lips around the knob of his manhood and sliding her mouth up and down the rigid shaft.
As she gobbled his golden rod, Ace lovingly caressed her face and ran his fingers through her curly hair. His surging cock repeatedly pierced her lips, depressed her tongue and grazed the smooth tunnel of her throat, savoring its wet, exquisite warmth. He leaned back and looked down so he could watch as his cock slowly entered and reentered her mouth.
"M-m-m… m-m-m…" Babe kept moaning as she feasted on his firm phallus.
Her passion sent shivers through Ace's body. Lusting for her wanton mouth, he locked his fingers behind her head and jerked his hips back and forth, faster and faster, feverishly forcing his fleshpole deeper and deeper down her gulping gullet, his throbbing balls lapping against her jutting chin.
Suddenly, the door opened and in stormed Bull. Ace scarcely glanced over his shoulder, indifferent to the intrusion. "Don't you ever knock?" he dryly admonished, hardly missing a stroke as he kept on plunging his prick into Babe's hungry mouth.
Bull was momentarily speechless, gawking at the two of them.
"Well?" Ace demanded impatiently.
"She isn't supposed to be here," Bull blurted. "She crashed the gate."
"It's all right," said Ace. "She's a friend of mine."
"But… but my orders were.. .
"Your orders are to get out of here and close the door behind you!" Ace shouted. "For Pete's sake! Can't a man get a little privacy around here?"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Corkran," Bull muttered with a mixture of anger and envy. The big bodyguard lumbered off, shutting the door as he left the room.
"Alone at last," quipped Ace, sliding his hard wet cock out of Babe's mouth.
He knelt down beside her and tenderly caressed her face. As he leaned forward and kissed Babe's lips, Ace dropped his hands to her shoulders and tugged the straps of her bra down her arms. Babe reached behind her to unfasten the clasps, unleashing her big, bountiful breasts.
Ace filled his hands with her golden nuggets, twisting her pert nipples until they throbbed.
"Suck my tits," Babe breathlessly implored, cradling his head in her bosom.
Ace slid his tongue up and down between her heaving hooters, then nursed on her luscious mounds, his teeth tugging on her raw, pink nipples. Babe rolled her head around and around, gasping and writhing with ecstasy.
Hankering for a helping of her saucy slit, Ace slashed her belly with his hot tongue, forcing Babe to lie on her back while he delved into the delectable honeycomb between her gaping thighs.
"Uh-h-h…" Babe moaned, stroking his head as it squirmed in her crotch. "Do me, baby… Eat my pussy… Yeah-h-h… "
She lifted her hips off the floor to meet the thrust of his lustful tongue. Ace shoved his hands beneath her ass so that he could feast on her mouth-watering muff. As Babe's stockinged legs rubbed against his ribs, he buried his face in her cunt. His lips sucked gently on her glistening clit, savoring the nectar that seeped from her torrid twat.
To intensify her pleasure, Ace inserted his thumb into Babe's vagina and his middle finger into her anus while his tongue twirled around her tender lovebutton. As he licked her luscious jewel, he pumped his nimble digits in and out of her two hot holes, fanning the flames of her mounting passion.
"Oh-h-h-h! Yes! Oh-h-h-h!" she whimpered, grinding her pelvis. If there was anything Babe relished it was a combination of cunnilingus and finger-fucking.
As Ace flicked Babe's clit, he forced his fingers deeper and deeper into her throbbing orifices. When they were embedded to the knuckles, he stirred them around and around like propellers, driving Babe wild.
"Ah-h-h-h!" she shuddered, tugging his hair and rocking her hips from side to side. "I love it!
Uh!" But as good as it was, it was only foreplay. Babe wanted more. She wanted the big payoff.
"Fuck me!" she demanded, lifting Ace's face from her saturated snatch. "Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me good!"
Just as hot for some first-rate pussy, Ace mounted her and effortlessly guided his stiff tool into Babe's juicy slit. As his cock slid through her tight tunnel of love, he wrapped his fingers around each of her tits and anointed her jutting nipples with his wet tongue.
"All the way in!" Babe breathlessly implored, raking his ribs with her fingernails and winding her long, stockinged legs around his waist to absorb every inch of his hard meat. "Show me what a good fucking is all about!"
Ace did just that, pumping his prick slowly in and out of her lovenest while lavishing her face, her neck, her tits with luscious kisses and stroking her writhing flesh with his big, strong hands.
Babe's groans of pleasure punctuated each thrust of his cock. He was a meticulous lover, not at all impetuous, a connoisseur of carnal indulgence. "I could fuck like this forever,"
Babe blissfully declared.
"I don't think I could keep it up for that long," Ace quipped, adding with a smile, "but I'll try."
Babe made the most of the stiff shaft tucked snugly in her insatiable snatch. As Ace drove his spike to the core of her desire, she arched the small of her back to consume the maximum bulk of his riveting manhood. Unable to restrain his lust indefinitely, Ace prodded her harder and faster, taking hold of her ankles and holding her legs up in a gaping V so he could watch his dick penetrating her succulent cunt.
"M-m-m-m-m… " Babe moaned, massaging her own breasts, aroused herself by the sight of her idol clutching her legs and pounding his prick into her hot honeypot. "Gimme cock!" she snarled. "Yeah! Fuck my pussy!"
"Are you always this soft-spoken?" Ace facetitiously inquired.
"I like to talk dirty," she admitted. "Especially when it's being put to me right. Don't you approve?"
"I'm just not used to it. In fact, I've never met a woman as uninhibited as you."
"How do you like it?" asked Babe.
"I don't," he replied.
"You don't?"
"No… I love it."
"In that case," said Babe, embracing him, "shut up and fuck me!"
Ace released Babe's legs, withdrew his rod momentarily and coaxed her to roll over on her belly.
Intuitively, she propped herself up on her hands and knees, assuming the doggie. position. Ace knelt between her parted thighs, pried apart the plump cheeks of her ass and reinserted his love lance into the warm, wet sheath of her tantalizing cunt. Swollen from its initial penetration, Babe's twat was tighter than ever but twice as satisfying.
Ace set his body in motion, jerking his pelvis back and forth, slamming his hips against Babe's beautiful butt and ramming his pleasure pole deep into her gaping gash. His partner in lust responded to each exquisite thrust with a gratified grunt, practically begging for more.
As he plundered Babe's redhot pussy, Ace caressed every reachable inch of her quivering body.
He took special delight in digging his fingers into her shoulder blades as his dick dug into her sizzling sexhole. He squeezed and tugged at her dangling tits, twirled curls with his fingers in her damp pubic hair, and stroked her thighs beneath her clinging nylon stockings. "Give it to me, Ace!" Babe cried, glancing over her shoulder. "I can't get enough of your sweet stuff!"
He relentlessly banged her joy box, thoroughly balling the bitch until she was fit to be tied. "Any final requests?" he asked, eager to bring this session to a fulfilling finale.
"Yeah," said Babe, nowhere near the finish line. "Spank me!"
"What?" laughed Ace.
"You heard me! Spank my ass! Then fuck it and come inside of me!"
At that point, Ace was game for anything. He disengaged himself from Babe's saucy slit and began slapping her buttocks.
"Ow!" she flinched.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Again!" she insisted. "Harder!"
Ace whacked her hide as hard as he could. The sting made Babe clench her teeth. "Again!" she screamed. "Keep doing it! Don't stop."
As he repeatedly paddled her rosy red rump, Ace got a perverse thrill out of inflicting pain. He also succumbed to her perverse sense of humor as he soon found himself spanking Babe to the beat of The Boys' hit song, "Bad Girl."
As if playing a pair of bongos, he pounded out the rhythm. Before long, he couldn't help singing the song:
"You're a bad girl, you have no shame,
A bad girl, don't even know your name, But it doesn't matter who you are, You're in hot pursuit of a shooting star, You're a bad girl, what can I say, A bad girl, and I like it that way. "
"Bravo!" raved Babe, her raw derriere burning crimson. "Now pork me!"
Ace spread her tender cheeks and drilled his cock into her tiny crevice. Babe cried out in pain and pleasure. "Ah-h-h! Ah-h-h-h! Oh! It hurts so good!"
Grasping the flexing straps of her garter belt as if taking the reins of a runaway chariot, Ace leaned back and began driving his sex pistol in and out of Babe's horny holster. Her anus was as tight as a vise but quickly adapted to the bloated dimensions of his darting dick.
Soon Babe was writhing like a bitch in heat. "Uh! Uh! Oh-h-h-h, baby! You're my Ace in the hole!" she wallowed. "Don't hold back! Gimme all your cream! Ah-h! Pump some juice into my caboose!"
Spurred by her passionate mouthings, Ace drilled her like a jackhammer. His relentless rod pierced her narrow backdoor again and again, savagely savoring her sweet socket until his passion was so intense he couldn't stop himself from coming.
When he did, Ace wrapped his arms around her waist and jammed his cock as far up her asshole as it would go. Then his hot cream spewed as if shot from a cannon.
"Yes-s-s-s!" hissed Babe, absorbing the dewy deluge in the deep recesses of her aching anus..
"Fill 'er up!" she cried.
"Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h!," Ace grunted, trembling with ecstasy. Then he fell forward, collapsing on top of Babe who was pinned to the floor.
When he was through, Ace rolled off her back and took a deep breath. "Oh-h-h-h, man…" he sighed.
Babe turned over to lay beside him and stroke his overworked organ, gradually shrivelling to half its size. "Hey," she said, "how about an encore?"
Ace groaned. "Don't tell me you didn't get off on that."
"Close, but no cigar," Babe admitted.
"I won't be able to get it up again for awhile," he told her.
"What's a girl to do?" Babe pouted, caressing his balls.
Ace sat up and cast a mischievous glance her way. " Hm-m-m. I've got an idea."
Babe put her hands behind her head and smiled. "I'll try anything."
Ace fetched his drumsticks, then knelt between Babe's gaping thighs.
"What have you got in mind?" she asked anxiously.
Ace twirled the sticks in his magic fingers. "Something different," he told her. "Now, close your eyes."
No sooner were Babe's baby blues sealed tight than Ace began brushing the drumsticks along her inner thighs. "O-o-o," she cooed, tantalized by the touch of hard, smooth wood against her tender flesh.
Ace ran the tips of the sticks around the edges of her pubic mound, up across her flat belly, to the twin peaks of her sloping breasts. Delicately, he drew circles around her throbbing nipples, titillating her beyond her endurance. Babe moaned with yearning, swaying her hips from side to side, lusting for satisfaction.
Coming to her rescue, Ace slid the drumsticks down her writhing torso, into the damp forest of her curly pubic hair and grazed the moist fringe of her gaping slit. While gently prodding her juicy pink lovebutton with one stick, he inserted the other into her creamy hole. Babe's immediate response was one of exquisite and unbearable pleasure.
"Oh-h-h!" she gasped as the hard, lean instrument penetrated her cunt. "Oh! Shove it in deep!
Uh-h-h! That feels incredible!"
"How about this?" he asked, cranking the embedded stick like an organ grinder.
"Ah-h-h!" Babe shuddered, rotating her hips counterclockwise to the churning motion of the wooden phallus. "That's wonderful! M-m-m-! Stir it up, baby! Yeah!"
With the skill of a virtuoso, Ace was able to whip Babe's clitoris into a frenzy with one stick while he twisted and plunged the other quickly in and out of her sultry snatch. He did so without irritating her, thoroughly and tenderly administering to her wanton lust.
To Babe, it felt as if she had both a cock and a tongue at work within her. The sensation was so intense, so richly satisfying that she anticipated both a vaginal and clitoral orgasm. Her flesh was covered with goosebumps, yet a soothing heat simmered between her legs. She caresses her own breasts, taking her taut nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching them until they tingled, kneading and squeezing her flesh melons until she was fit to burst with rapture.
"Guess what?" Ace whispered.
Babe opened her eyes and noticed that she was not the only one stimulated. Ace's cock had regained its rigidity. "Ain't nothing like the real thing," she said with a smile.
Ace discarded the drumsticks and reclined. Babe mounted him and eased his erect meat missile into her drooling twat. Impaled comfortably on his shaft, she rode him like a pony, bobbing up and down on the saddle of his crotch, pumping her pussy on his stiff horn.
"Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h!" Babe moaned, humping the hell out of his hard hunk of cock. "Make me come, damn it! I want to come!"
While she bounced on his pole, Ace reached up and clutched her jiggling juggs. It was more than enough to send Babe into convulsions of ecstasy. Gritting her teeth and grinding her gash, she scaled the heights of ultimate pleasure. At the pinnacle, she pounded her pussy up and down the entire length of his prick, harder and harder, faster and faster, again and again and again until something wonderful exploded inside of her. And when it happened, 'she cried out with joy, "Oh-h! Oh-h! Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h-h-h!"
Then Babe melted in his embrace, clinging to him as the storm within subsided. And so another fantasy had been realized. But there were many more she had yet to enjoy.