If, for some reason, she thought she could lead him so far, turnhim on and then turn him off, she was going to be surprised. He had suffered agood part ofyesterday with a painful ball-ache because of his unfinished lovemaking withSybil, and he did not intend to suffer again.

Inside the house, he looked around. There could be no camerashidden here. If there were any, they'd have to be attached to the trees on theedge of theclearing, and he could not see how they would be able to film much, even if theywere equipped with black-light devices. The vines and their supportswould bar anything except patches of skin and an occasional glimpse of a heador limb. Besides, what did he have to lose? Blackmail could not be the objectof such a game.

Magda yanked off the blanket acting as a dust cover for the sofa. She turned then, the moonlight falling through the vines dappling her pale skin. Childe took her in his arms and kissed her again, ran his hands down herback--she had the muscle tone of a young puma--the inward fall of the waist and theoutward fall of the hips. The garter belt annoyed him, so he sank to hisknees and unfastened the stockings and pulled them down and then pulled down onthe garterbelt. She kicked them to one side and put her hands on the back ofhis head and pulled him towards her cunt. He allowed her to press his face againstthe hairs, and he ran his tongue out and inserted it just below the opening ofthe lips andtickled the clitoris with its tip. She moaned and clutched himtighter.

But he stood up, sliding his tongue up from her cunt and alongher belly andup to her nipple, which he began to suck again. He stepped backwardsuntil she fell on the sofa, her legs sticking out, her heels resting on thefloor. Then he got down on his knees again and licked her clitoris once more andthen slid down and thrust his tongue again and again into her vagina. She began totwist her hips a little, but he reached up and pressed down on her belly toindicate that she should hold still.

Her cunt tasted as sweet as Sybil's and the hairs seemed to besofter. He put one finger inside her cunt and another finger of the same hand upher anus and then, working the hand slowly in and out, rubbed his tongue back and forth over her clitoris and then later tongue-fucked her while his fingersincreased the speed of their in-and-outs into her cunt and anus.

She came with a scream and a sudden tightening of thighs abouthis head. The grip was so strong that he could not move his fingers.

He could stand it no longer. He had had no emissions for twoweeks because of involvement in a case which he had wound up just before Colbendisappeared. He had been busy night and day and when he managed to snatch somesleep even hisunconscious had been too tired to whip up a sexual dream. Then thefrustration with Sybil had made him hypersensitive. In a minute, he was going tocome, whether he was in Magda or the air.

"I can't wait," he said. "It's been too long."

He started to get down beside her and to help her scoot up on thesofa so she could lie full length. But she said, "You're ready to come?"

"It's been too long. I'm full to bursting," he groaned.

She pushed him down and ran her tongue along his belly and wethis pubichairs with her saliva and tongue and then closed her lips upon thehead of his cock. She slid it back and forth in her lips twice, and with a screamthat matched hers of a moment ago, he burst in her mouth.

He lay there, feeling as if a tide inside him were withdrawing tosome far-off horizon. He did not say anything; he expected her to get upand spit outthe stuff, as Sybil always did. Sybil also always immediately brushedher teeth and gargled with Listerine. Not that he blamed her, certainly. Hecould understand that, once the excitement was gone, the thick ropy stuffcould become disgusting. He knew how it tasted. When he had been fourteen, he andhis fifteen year old brother had gone through a period of about six months whenthey hadsucked each other off. And then, by mutual and silent consent, theyhad quit andthat had been the last of his homosexual experiences and, as far-ashe knew, ofhis brother's. Certainly, his brother, who was such a cocksman thathe must be a compulsive, hated fairies, and once, many years later, when Childehad referred to their experimentations, his brother had not known what he wastalking about. He was either too ashamed of it now to admit it or else had actuallyburied it so deep that he did not remember.

But Magda did not leave him. She audibly swallowed several timesand then renewed her sucking. He sat up and bent over so he could cup herbreasts in his hands while she was mouthing his glands. And then, just as his peniswas at almost full erection, he thought of Colben and the iron teeth. This woman could

be the actress in that movie. She looked up at him suddenly and said, "What's wrong?" "Listen," he said, "and don't get mad. Or laugh. But do you have

false

teeth?" She sat up and said, "What?" Her voice was thick with fluid. "Do you have false teeth?" "Why do you want to know?" Then she laughed and said, "You want

me to take

them out?" "If you have false teeth." "Do I look that old?" "I've known several nineteen-year-olds who had false choppers,"

he said. "Kiss me and I'll tell you," she said. "Certainly." He held her tightly while he probed her mouth with his tongue. He

sniffed in the wild-beast odor of his own semen and tasted the thick-oil gluey- seemingproduct of his own body. Far from being unpleasant, it excited him. She had her hand on his cock, and, feeling it swell, immediately withdrew fromhis arms and went down on him again. Evidently, she did not intend for him to findout if she did have false teeth or perhaps she thought that his tongue wouldhave determined that.

Whatever her reasons, she would not tell him, unless he were touse force, he was sure of that. He leaned back and let her work on him. And after a while he rolled her over and she opened her legs and took his penis gentlyin her fingers and guided him in. He had no sooner sunk in to the hairs thanshe squeezed down on his cock with her muscles and continued to squeezeas if she had a hand inside her cunt. And then, once again, thinking of thefilm, hebecame soft. He remembered that bulge behind the G-string of thewoman in the film.

"For God's sake," she said. "What's the matter now?"

"I thought I saw somebody in the shadows," he said, the onlyexcuse he could grasp at the moment. "Glam?"

"It had better not be," she said. "I'll kill him if it is. Sowill the baron."

She stood up on the sofa and called, "Glam? Glam? If you'rethere, youasshole, you better start running and fast. Otherwise, it's the otherend of the wolf for you."

There was no answer. Childe said, "The other end of the wolf? What do youmean?"

"I'll tell you later," she said. "He's not out there; if he is, he isn't going to bother us. Come on, please. I'm ready to explode."

Instead of reaching for him, she got down off the sofa and crossed the summerhouse to a small cabinet on a stand in the shadows. She came back with a bottle with a squat body and a long narrow neck with a wide mouth. Itwas half-full. She drank some, swished some in her mouth, and still, holding it, pressed her lips against his and squirted the liquid into his mouth. It was hot and thick and slightly tart. He swallowed some and immediately felthis anxieties draining off.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's a liqueur made in Igescu's native province," she said. "It's supposedto have an aphrodisiac effect. I understand that there isn't any trueaphrodisiac, but this stuff does one thing. It burns away theinhibitions. Not that I thought I'd ever have to use it on you."

"I won't need any more of it," he said. His penis was rising asif it were a balloon being filled for a transatlantic voyage. A beam of moonlightfell on it, and Magda, seeing it, squealed with delight.