Eve stood beside Rte 36, watching for a car coming her way. Not just any car, of course; the driver must be a stud looking for sex. She was wearing a mini-skirt, a tight T-shirt, and sandals, a provocative outfit to say the least. Had she been wearing a bra, it would have been a 38-C.

She heard the car before she saw it. Of course, light travels faster than sound, but the car was behind a hill. The sound was the deep-throated growl of a powerful sports car. Over the hill appeared a Lamborghini doing about 80. It was still too far away for her to see the driver clearly, but he seemed to be bare-chested. Before the Lamborghini slowed visibly, Eve could hear the pitch of the exhaust roar drop.

She could soon see that the driver was not merely bare-chested; he was a hunk.

As the Lamborghini pulled to a stop beside her, Eve recognized the driver. She had seen him in the newspapers, in "People" magazine, on the TV news, etc. He was Nelson D. Stoneyfellow III, multimillion-heir playboy. As he opened the door to let her in, Eve could see that he was wearing nothing but a pair of very brief blue-jean cutoffs and loafers. She was sure that he was wearing no more underwear than she was, namely none.

"How far do you want to go ?" he asked. "All the way" replied Eve. Nelson grinned. "That's what I like in a girl, candor. By the way, I'm Nelson." Eve nodded. "D. Stoneyfellow III" she added. "I'm Eve." Nelson nodded. "I guess you know all about me that the tabloids want to tell you, then. On the other hand, I don't know anything about you. "

Eve paused for a second and then said, "Well, I'm not famous or notorious, but people who know me well tell me that I give the best head of anyone they've ever met. In fact, if I'm noted for anything, it's for giving a man the ultimate orgasm. Nobody who's experienced it has ever denied that."

If Eve had needed any proof that Nelson was wearing nothing under his cutoffs, it was there to see. The glans of a long thick penis poked out of the left leg of the cutoffs. "Well," said Nelson, "I'm not sure if I'm ready for the ultimate orgasm. It seems to me that it'd spoil me for future sex to have the best so soon." Eve made no comment. "However, if you're interested in proving your claim, there's an abandoned farm road parallel to the highway behind some trees a few miles ahead which ought to provide enough privacy and seclusion." Eve knew the place but was rather surprised that Nelson Stoneyfellow did.

"One of my cousins owned a farm near here and I visited him one summer." Nelson explained. Soon, he saw where the farm road met the highway obliquely, braked, and pulled off into it. After about 100 yards, the Lamborghini was out of sight from the highway. Eve got out and Nelson slid across the seat and followed her, fully four inches of his whang sticking out of the left leg of his cutoffs. He slipped them off, folded them neatly and laid them on the ground.

The male equipment which he exposed was very impressive. Freed of the confinement of his cutoffs, his erect penis jutted up eight inches long by 1½inches thick at a 45º angle to his flat muscular belly. Below it hung, very low, a heavy pair of testicles as large as limes, Eve's targets.

Eve squatted before Nelson and , taking his testicles in both hands began to fondle them and roll them between her fingers as she just touched the very tip of her tongue to the very tip of his circumcised penis, tickling it. It began to lube copiously. Eve flicked her tongue back and forth under the corona of the glans very lightly, titillatingly. Nelson was already beginning to tremble with lust. Heavy breathing made his hairy muscular chest heave, and he hadn't even begun to penetrate her mouth.

Eve swirled her tongue about the corona of his glans, preparing to take it into her mouth. She rose, bending from the waist with her head thrown back so that she could deep-throat the shaft at the right time. Wrapping her lips over her teeth, Eve took the entire length of Nelson's long thick penis into her mouth and down her throat. Nelson gasped. "God ! You do give great head." By this time, Nelson was oblivious to the fact that Eve had a firm grip on both of his testicles.

Eve began moving her head back and forth, slowly at first, sucking lightly, gradually increasing the length and speed of the movement of her head. Nelson's knees began to tremble. His testicles were beginning to squirm in her grip. Nelson was panting hard. Suddenly he cried out "I'm coming !" Eve sucked as hard as she could. The first spurt, as she knew from experience, would not be the strongest one. That would be the second or third, at the peak of his orgasm. Eve sucked it out and swallowed it almost impatiently.

The way the second spurt bursted from the meatus of his penis and the cry of ecstasy which he gave told her that he was now at the peak of his orgasm. Before it had time to pass, Eve squeezed Nelson's testicles as fast and as hard as she possibly could. As Nelson's cry of ecstasy turned into a scream, it was suddenly shut off, as if switched off. Nelson gave a convulsive shudder and collapsed. The great flow of semen stopped as if a valve had been closed. Nelson crumpled to the ground beside her.

Eve took her lips off his still rigid erection and took his wrist in her hand. She could detect no pulse. His chest, heaving like a bellows seconds before, was still. There was no pulse in the carotid arteries in his neck. Eve placed her head on the left side of his chest. There was silence. Nelson D. Stoneyfellow III was dead, lying beside his Lamborghini with an erection.

Eve went over to his cutoffs and removed his wallet from the left rear pocket. There were eight $100 bills in it. She removed six and put them into the pocket of her mini-skirt, replaced the wallet in his cutoffs and neatly folded them, replacing them as he had left them.

By this time, Eve was very excited. She reached up under her mini-skirt, touched her clitoris, stroked it, and masturbated to a series of wonderfully satisfying orgasms. Now that the adventure was over, it was time to go home. Eve deliberately walked up the farm road away from town for a mile or so before slipping out to the road, and, after peering out from between some bushes to be sure that no cars were visible, darted across the road and put her thumb out.

She wasn't looking for a stud this time, just transportation. It came in the form of an old rattle-trap of a Ford F-150 pickup truck with a driver old enough to be Eve's grandfather. As Eve climbed in, he asked, "Goin' t' taown ?". Eve nodded. "So'm I."

After a few moments of silence the old man spoke again. "Hope y'won't take this wrong, but 'tain't safe for a young wummin like you t'hitch rides, 'specially dressed the way you ah. Men're ruled by theah passions and dressed as you ah, you'd excite th'instincts o' any young fella. In fact, if I was thutty yeahs younga, you'd'n't even be safe with me. I ain't got nuth'n ta control n'more. It's all used up and wore out. "

Eve laughed and said, "If you'd looked dangerous, I wouldn't have put my thumb out. " The oldster shook his head. "Suppose they was two men in the cah. They could stop beside you and one of them grab you and pull you inta the cah. It's happened many a time." Eve nodded but added. "I know a few martial arts moves they might not expect." "Mebbe so, but two agin one ain't good awdds." Eve smiled and said "Don't worry about me; I'll be careful. Right up ahead is my street."

The old man stopped the truck where she indicated and Eve alighted and waved to him as he drove off. She thought "If he knew who he'd given a ride, his blood would run cold."

Once in her room, Eve wrote today's adventure down in her diary while it was fresh in her mind, masturbating with her left hand as she wrote. Then she leafed thru the diary back a couple of weeks to her last adventure, when on vacation in upper New York state. She replaced the c-cells in her vibrator, removed her mini-skirt, and lay on the bed on her back, holding the vibrator in her right hand and the diary in the left, to read about the time she gave Brutebones, the biker, his ultimate orgasm.

"July 22. Hitchiked on Rte 16-W around 10:00 AM. Light traffic. Nothing seemed promising until I heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from behind me. I turned and saw a Harley hog driven by a brutish-looking man in black leathers, bare-chested under the jacket, heavily bearded , and wearing a black head-cloth. He looked like the kind of macho pig the world could do without.

I leaned back with my left hand on my hip, leaning backward slightly so as to thrust my boobs up and put out my thumb. He roared to a stop beside me and asked 'Goin far, baybeh ?' I gave him "the look" and answered, as usual, 'All the way.' His only reply was 'Git on.' I climbed onto the hog behind him, putting my left arm around his waist and letting my right hand drop into his crotch. Either he had a flashlight in his left hip pocket, or he was already sporting a humongous boner. Whatever it was, I took ahold of it and stroked it.

The biker turned his head slightly and shouted 'Watch it, baybeh; you're playing with a loaded gun. I can't control this Harley with you jackin' me off.' I yelled into his ear 'Ooh, it's so BIG!' He shouted back 'You and him'll have plenty of chance to git acquainted a little later.'

About five miles up the road was the entrance to a state forest. The biker pulled into it and turned up an old woods road to the left. The road petered out after a couple of hundred yards. 'Plenty o' privacy here.' remarked the biker as he dismounted. I got off and, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, he introduced himself. 'I'm Brutus Bonestella; everybody calls me Brutebones.' I didn't give my last name; I just said 'I'm Eve.'

Brutebones reached deeply into the left leg of his leathers and hauled out his trouser snake, a real python, and freed his balls from their confinement in the tight leather pants. His cock quickly swelled and stiffened until it was a good nine inches long. It was his balls, though, that attracted and amazed me. They were the biggest balls I'd ever seen on a man. Each one was a generous handful and they hung very low.

'I give the best head you've ever had.' I announced, 'and the ultimate orgasm.' Brutebones laughed. 'Ultimate, eh ? Does that mean best or last ?' I laughed but said nothing, and bent from the waist throwing back my head so that there was a straight line from my mouth down through my throat.

His nine-inch cock was uncircumcised, but, now that it was erect, the foreskin had pulled back fully so that the head was completely uncovered. Fortunately, and a bit to my surprise, it was clean. I flicked my tongue back-and-forth and up-and-down across the very tip of his cock, barely touching it, tickling it. He began to lube. I swirled my tongue around the glans, working my way back to the corona. I whipped my tongue back-and-forth under the frenum. Brutebones began to tremble.

Then, I wrapped my lips over my teeth and pushed forward, sliding down and deep-throating his shaft until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. 'Good Gawdamighty !' exclaimed Brutebones. 'You sure do give great head. Squeeze my balls. I like it that way.' HAH ! Here he was playing right into my hands. I took his huge balls in my hands and squeezed until he said 'Whoa, baybeh, that's hard enough. Just like that."

I worked my mouth back and forth on his cock, whipping my tongue side-to-side under the shaft, slowly at first until he began panting and moaning. Then I speeded up faster and faster. Suddenly he cried out 'Here it comes, baybeh !' His jism was as bitter as Guinness stout and as thick and lumpy as tapioca pudding. The head happened to be in my mouth rather than down my throat at the time and he flooded my mouth so fast that I couldn't swallow fast enough and it came out of my nose.

He was pumping it out so fast that I couldn't tell one spurt from another. Suddenly he gave out a long happy 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' which changed to 'AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!' as I squeezed his balls with all my might and as fast as I could. He went into violent convulsions, a real grand mal seizure. I looked up at his face; his mouth and eyes were wide open. His eyes rolled back and everything stopped. Just as if switched off, the spurting, the scream, and the convulsions abruptly stopped. I smelled shit. Apparently, the last thing that happened was that his bowels emptied themselves.

His body went completely limp and he fell on top of me. I crawled out from under him and felt his wrist for a pulse. I couldn't find any, so I put my stainless steel ID bracelet next to his nostrils. It didn't cloud up. Then I was sure he was dead. Brutebones died harder than any other man I've ever given his ultimate orgasm."

At this point, Eve laid her diary aside and applied the vibrator, which she'd had deep inside her vagina, close to her cervix, directly to her clitoris. She experienced a prolonged orgasm and, then it slipped from her fingers as she drifted off to sleep.

When Eve awoke, she could hear the vibrator still buzzing. As she switched it off, for some reason, she thought of her father, the first man she had given the ultimate orgasm. She was only fourteen when he raped her. At least, he'd had the decency to wear a condom.

It was purely on impulse that, feeling his testicles rolling around on her thighs, she had reached down, grabbed them, and squeezed them with all her might, just as he reached his climax. He gasped, convulsed once, and lay still atop her with his eyes half open. Several minutes passed before she realized that he was dead. The realization gave her a great feeling of power.

The nasty behaviour of the boys she knew had already led her to the conclusion that all men are beasts. Being raped by her own father confirmed it. Now, however, she knew how to defend herself against men and how to punish them.

Eve called 911 and told the dispatcher that her father had raped her and then apparently had a stroke or something. Her hymeneal blood was on the sheets and the condom, ample evidence that she had been a virgin until her father had raped her. The Coroner ruled that her father had died of a seizure. Well, he had, but the Coroner never guessed just what had been seized.

Her mother having died earlier that year , Eve was placed in the care of her aunt, Roberta, a lesbian who loathed men. This further helped shape Eve's personality into the bestower of the ultimate orgasm.