Milt chuckled licentiously and gazed down at the jutting hunk of flesh with pride. "Like it, Sugar?"

"G-Goddd!" Diana repeated as Claudia tittered lewdly beside her. "I've never seen anything like it… even on the streets, and out there, man, you see it all!"

Again, Milt made an amused chortling sound and moved toward them, stopping not inches in front of Diana. "Maybe you better get acquainted with it, Sugar," he half-hissed, his eyes gleaming salaciously. "Let's take it in that hot little hand of yours and get the feel of things, okay?"

There was little in the vast realm of sex that Diana had not sampled in her life, but in the beginning it had been out of necessity and with unwanting bitterness; only with time and experience had she begun to know desire, as she did at that very moment, yet even as her young sensual appetite was mounting, so was her apprehension…

The buzzer sounded on the patio, and with a wicked smile Claudia swooshed through the room, her transparent negligee billowing in the breeze. She knew it would be that darling Jeff with the prize-winning Sampson in brace, a thrilling combination of manhood she'd be hard put to choose between, should the diabolic decision ever present itself. She would control herself… this time.

"Make it snappy, Baby," she heard her husband call out. "This cock of mine is ready to burst if it doesn't get some attention real fast, and I don't want you to miss the show."

As Claudia rushed to the door to bend to her knees and kiss the freshly combed German Shepherd on the nose, then slip a five dollar bill into the saucer-eyed Jeff's hand, Diana was reaching similar peaks of astonishment from her straight-forward view of Mr. Baline wickedly enticing shaft of hard, purple-headed flesh poling out of his powerful hairy loins, and the huge balls that swung between his muscular legs, were a source of astonishment too, though she didn't know whether she could take it. Lord, what did they expect to do to her between them?