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and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
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Her Week At Mountain Mansion
By Author Unknown
Tall and blonde, beautiful Cherie Daventry, the youngest secretary
with the Intercorp business group this week, was getting to know her way
around the big house after being there for twenty-four hours, learning to
find the cosy room they had given her overlooking the swimming pool that
was built in the atrium of the house, getting to know the twisting and
turning of the halls that led to the many rooms where the executives and
the secretaries were staying during this most important business week of
the year, trying to establish a friendly relationship with her colleagues,
most of whom she had known only very superficially, if at all, a few days
before.
This was the week that the executives of the powerful Intercorp
Trading Company got together in the seclusion of the San Bernardino
Mountains and brainstormed on methods to improve business in the coming
year. The men brought the best stenographers from the secretarial pool
and met daily around the great mahogany table in the large, warm, and
comfortable conference room downstairs to make suggestions, air
complaints, and generally toss around ideas that could make trading more
efficient and profitable. The secretaries were always on hand with
stenography books and were lodged in an adjoining, but separate, wing of
the house. Not that the men and women were that rigidly separated. The
way the girls were given their own section was more to make them feel
comfortable than to create a wall. Cherie was sure there was at least
some mixing going on when it suited two people, though they must generally
be discreet meetings that occurred, for the young nineteen-year-old had
only noticed one definite romance.
That was last night when she had looked out her window over the pool.
She had been asleep when some noise, the voices of a man and a woman, had
awakened her. The young girl had crept to the window and observed while
Diane Layne, one of her colleagues in secretarial, had howled out her
orgasm as Cleophas Powell, the massively built black man who was
supervisor of marketing, had humped and pounded between the brunette's
uplifted white thighs until she had shrieked in hedonistic joy. Cherie
had peeked ashamedly, repelled and excited at the same time by the sight
of the black man with the white woman, as she observed the sex act for the
first time in her life. She had had no idea what it would be like to
watch or could be like to actually participate in for Cherie was a virgin.
She had watched the provocative sight, hoping that there was no one
in the other rooms across the atrium who might see her from behind those
dark windows, for there was one room whose window, always wide open, was
perpendicular to hers, and just a few feet away. She had wondered if
there was anyone occupying that room, but decided that it was not being
used this week because she had seen no light or movement in it.
And so with wide-eyed wonder she had watched the animal display below
her while the summer breeze wafted through the folds of her diaphanous
nightgown and the heat of vicarious excitement had burned between her
tender and untouched thighs.
Cherie had only been working for Intercorp for a few months when the
excellence of her work had brought her to the attention of the higher-ups.
Her shorthand was superb and her typing, at ninety words a minute, was
very accurate. She was meticulous in what she did and her mind was sharp
and alert. A brief session taking dictation for her boss, Herb Melville,
had shown her potential and so he had personally invited her on the
working week in the mountains.
Herb Melville was a big and powerful man with a handsome, ruggedly-
lined face, thinning hair, a generous businessman's paunch, and a
striking, hawklike nose. His eyes were warm but sharp and Cherie knew
that she would have to watch herself this week to make sure she didn't
spoil her chance of a raise and a higher position. She didn't need a very
sharp mind to know how much she needed this job, what with her mother so
deathly ill and the doctor's bills that needed paying. No, this job was
more important to her than just a career move though that could be in the
offing now that medical school seemed such a difficult attainment it was a
matter of life and death necessity, when she thought about it.
Pressures were severe at home. Mother, usually so loving, had
attacks of irritability due to her dangerous illness that were often
directed at Cherie herself. And that sweet, devoted woman had been
reluctant to let her teenage daughter go away for these two weekends and
the five days in between, leaving her to shift for herself. Mother had
complained that Cherie would not be going to church as always, way up
there in the mountains. Cherie had promised in turn to bring her
Bible but she had forgotten it at the last minute.
Cherie opened the door to her room and walked in to begin immediately
getting ready for bed. It had been a long day, full of work. She had
taken more shorthand, transcribed more cassette tapes, and typed more
letters than she cared to think about. They had spent most of the day
sitting around the huge conference table in a large room on the first
floor of the house, she and two other secretaries taking orders from the
eight male and one female, Allison Cooper executives.
Cherie had been lucky to be able to come along this time and have the
opportunity to show the execs what she could do. She could easily have
had to wait years to get this chance, so when the usual girl for the
junket a stunning, slender redhead named Sally had come to her and asked
her to take her place for the nine-day stint, Cherie readily accepted.
When Cherie asked why Sally did not want to go, the older secretary was
vague as she expressed her distaste, stating that she had already been on
three of them and that it just wasn't her kind of the thing, now that she
was engaged to be married to a lawyer. Cherie had no idea why her
engagement should get in the way of work, but she had no intention of
protesting the opportunity that had just been laid in her lap.
So Herb Melville had called her in for an interview, remarked with a smile
that she was very, very pretty, and then filled her in on the details of
what she would be doing up there in the mountains with the most important
men in the company. And so here she was.
When she drove with Herb through the gate of the house, she gasped.
Here, set in the midst of the forest, high in the mountains, with the noon
sun of June filtering through the leaves of the trees, was a beautiful
house with four wings, three stories, and a wide veranda flanked by stone
columns. Cherie got out of the Mercedes and mounted the stairs while a
man in work clothes carried in her suitcases. And then, as she walked
through the front door, with Melville behind her, she ran full into the
hard masculine chest of the handsomest young man she had ever seen. Tall
and blue-eyed, with smooth skin, classically chiselled features, and light
brown hair, his eyes sparkled when he saw her. Their eyes met, deeply,
and she caught her breath.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Ron Wolter."
Cherie had seen him before, at the office, as he hurried by in the
performance of his duties, and she had often wished he would notice her
and speak to her when she broke out in a blush of excitement and that spot
between her legs began to burn. The truth was that she had harbored a
crush for this handsomest of men and now she found herself in the same
house with him at last and for a whole week, it appeared.
She paused, trying to find words, then said lamely, and simply, "I'm
Cherie Daventry."
They stared at each other a long time before they noticed that Herb
Melville was standing behind her, waiting patiently to pass.
"Well, hurry up," Melville said, in mock irritation, "and ask her to
dance."
Ron chuckled and turned to lead the way into the house, which
happened to belong to Melville himself and was opulently furnished and
decorated. It was a house that befit a man of Melville's stature and
importance as chief stockholder and head of a corporation like Intercorp.
Cherie was shown to her room and given a while to rest and freshen up
before the start of her duties at what was to be a daily meeting of minds
of the heads of the productive head of the corporation.
Their day began at three that afternoon when the entire party of nine
executives and three secretaries sat at the giant conference table to plan
the next four months of business operations at Intercorps. The work was
concentrated and sweaty for her, but Cherie still found time to glance up
often at Ron Wolter, and many times she found him looking at her with soft
eyes. And she smiled back. When the meeting broke up at seven-thirty,
Cherie was exhausted, still reluctant to leave Ron Wolter's exciting
presence to go to her room to retire for the evening.
Dinner was brought to her and after a quick bite, she showered,
dressed in her sheer blue nightgown, and went to bed. And that was when
she was awakened by the activity down by the pool, below her window. The
sound of movement and the voices of a man and woman attracted her from her
bed in curiosity. She crept quietly to her window and peered out, seeking
the source of the sounds that had roused her from a troubled sleep. It
didn't take her long to find Diane Layne and Cleophas Powell, for they
were down on the pool deck on a thick blanket entwined in a lustful
embrace.
At first, Cherie had recoiled from the sight. She knew people did
those things, that married people made love, and that sometimes even
people who weren't married did those things, but she had had no idea that
it had looked like that. Cleophas' strong, black buttocks were rising and
falling, driving his huge, glistening ebony penis into Diane between her
wide-spread, uplifted legs. The girl's pretty features were contorted
with lust and passion and unrestrained grunts, groans, and sighs were
rushing out between her wet lips as Cleophas moved upon, and inside of,
her.
Cherie looked around to see if anyone else was watching from the
other open windows perhaps she wanted to see if there anyone could see her
watching those down below and when she concluded that she was alone in her
curious voyeurism, she kneeled on the soft, wide couch that backed up to
her window, and settled down to watch. She knew it was wrong to be so
curious, so interested in this illicit act, but in her innocence and
inexperience she was so strongly attracted to what was going on, perhaps
because of her unhealthy interest in Ron Wolter, that she couldn't help
herself. She began to fantasize that she was doing this very thing with
the handsome young man and her fingers strayed across the chiffon covering
her belly to her smooth, warm thighs and thence to the tender, damp spot
between them where she found the center of her own pleasure, just as she
had on several other occasions when the heat in her own healthy body
became too much to bear. She really couldn't imagine herself doing the
thing that Diane was doing down there, not with any man before marriage,
and especially not with a black man, which she found repellent, but she
could fantasize as long as it was someone else down there.
So when her body had shaken in one of her rare self- induced orgasms
and the juices had flowed from her tingling, pink pussy down her fingers,
Cherie had burned with shame before lying back on her bed and finished the
night with a deep and well-deserved sleep.
The next day was more of the same in the conference room, with Diane
Layne sitting nowhere near Cleophas nor acknowledging any kind of
attachment to him as indicated by their activities of the night before.
It seemed incredible to Cherie that two people could do what they had done
and act so cold and aloof the next day. She supposed it had something to
do with protocol and decorum. Of course they had made love and there were
no house rules or company rules against that. Cherie had heard the girls
in the office talking about it, about the things they did with men, so
even though she had been shocked and could not imagine herself doing such
a thing willingly at least, not before marriage she knew that many girls
did it with their boyfriends and men at the office. She had even heard
one of the girls, Candy Holmes, talking about having had sex with the
boss, Mr. Melville. While Cherie had stood at the coffee machine,
pretending not to listen while Candy spilled the story to another typist,
the naughty girl had talked excitedly about Mr. Melville's big, heavy body
and his huge penis. Cherie had felt a frisson of fearful excitement shoot
up her spine at the thought of the massive penis ramming into Candy's
vagina, and, vicariously, into her own. Cherie had felt a dampness
develop between her legs and she had had a hard time keeping her mind on
her work the rest of the day.
Work had gone on that second day at the big house in the mountains
with the same businesslike intensity as the previous day, but as they
broke for lunch, Cherie's sharp eyes caught a furtive glance that passed
between Sue Midori, a lovely oriental girl and Vic Torres, the forty-ish
man of Mexican descent who handled the company's business for Latin
America. Curious, Cherie hung back, rearranging her note-pads while
everyone filed out for a rest and a meal in their respective rooms.
Vic and Sue didn't see Cherie walking behind them when they ducked
into the storage room in the hall outside the conference room. The door
didn't close properly and the two conspirators didn't seem to care as they
disappeared. Curious, suspicious, Cherie stopped and looked through the
crack between the door and the jamb. It was a linen closet, with sheets
stacked neatly on shelves and dinner settings on others but it was what
Sue and Vic were doing on the bottom shelf that captured Cherie's
attention.
Sue's blouse was already open and her small, round breasts were naked
and being fondled and sucked by the ravenous Vic.
"I've wanted to get you like this for months," Vic groaned, his hands
beneath her skirt pulling her panties down. Sue wriggled her thighs until
the under-garment dropped around her ankles and then she stepped free of
it. Vic pushed her skirt up above her waist and Cherie could see the wad
of soft, black hair at the top of her thighs.
Vic cupped his hands under the girl's buttocks and hoisted her up on
a cabinet. Cherie gasped as she saw Sue immediately part and raise her
knees, revealing the wet, red slit of her pussy to Cherie's startled eyes.
Vic was dragging out his penis not nearly as large as that of Cleophas,
but big nonetheless, swinging beneath the bulge of his round belly and he
lost no time in fitting the swollen, purple tip of the brown shaft into
the young oriental girl's waiting nook.
Cherie chewed her lip in growing excitement as she saw Vic's great
member disappear into Sue's pussy with a wet slurp and his heavy balls
swing solidly into the warm cup of her twitching anus beneath. So this is
what it looks like when two people do it, Cherie thought. His thing in
her vagina. And that's what I would look like if I did it with someone.
Cherie resolved again then and there that when she made love with her
husband, she would do it in the dark so that she wouldn't look so funny.
Then she smiled at herself. No one would be watching anyway, would they?
Cherie slipped away, already feeling the wetness between her legs.
There was no need to get herself needlessly aroused. But wasn't it
strange here, that there was so much sex going on and no one seemed to
know? Everybody was doing it! And no one seemed to care. It was a bit
frightening to think that possibly all the women here except for Cherie
herself were doing it with one of the men. Cherie hurried on to her room
for a shower.
In her room, she undressed and stood before the mirror, intending to
shower and nap a bit before the afternoon marathon of business. She
surveyed herself before the full-length mirror. Her body was superb,
though a bit plump lately, she now saw. Must be those pastries I've been
eating at the office, she thought. She was built a couple of inches
taller than average with long legs and flaring hips. Her breasts were
large, very large, and round with pink nipples riding on wide, rosy
aureolae, very firm without a hint of sag. Now she thought they appeared
larger than usual, because of the few extra pounds she had put on, and she
noticed her bottom had swelled a bit as well for the same reason. Turning
sideways, she looked at her plump, heart-shaped derriere with the tender
dimples, one surmounting each creamy white buttock at the base of her
spine. Yes, she would definitely have to cut back on the junk food before
her clothes started getting too tight.
Cherie turned back to the mirror and her eyes dropped to that sacred
honey-blond bush nestled in the junction of her long, slender thighs.
* * *
Ron Wolter let himself into the dark room that he knew was empty
where he could watch Cherie. It was the window just perpendicular to and
just a few feet away from hers. As long as he left the light out and made
no sound, she would not know he was there. Last night he had watched her
for a long time and he watched her now with growing affection.
Ron was rapidly falling in love with the sweet-faced, beautiful young
virgin, and he was sure she felt a strong attraction to him as well.
Normally he would have made a move to get to know her better, but he was a
bit uncertain as to her attachments and inclinations. He had seen her
arrive with Herb Melville, and though that could possibly mean absolutely
nothing Herb did not always fuck his secretaries on these week-long stays
in the mountains there was a chance that the boss had reserved her for
himself, and Ron was reluctant to tread on the powerful man's toes. Not
that Ron was afraid of losing his job over her; that was no problem, since
Melville had told them all long ago that any unmarried secretary was fair
game for any of the men at any time both in the office and on the mountain
junkets. No, Ron was not afraid for himself. He was afraid of what might
happen to the girl if she overstepped any lines Melville had drawn around
her. It was the girl who could lose her job. Or perhaps worse. Melville
usually had no mercy with women who displeased him or acted faithlessly,
and all the blame for infidelity fell on the women themselves, never on
the men. What Wolter was not certain of was whether she was here as
Melville's sex toy or just as secretary. Perhaps she was both, but the
truth had to be known before Ron could do anything more than just smile at
her across the conference table.
Ron stopped and caught his breath. She was standing stark naked in
front of the mirror looking at her gorgeous body, posing in a way that she
would do only if she thought that no one was watching. Her tits! Her ass!
Her legs! So perfect. And the soft, downy hair of her pussy. She was
rubbing it now, just as she had last night when Diane and Cleophas were
fucking downstairs by the pool.
Cherie had kneeled over the back of the love seat and fingered her
pussy while the two horny exhibitionists did something Ron had never seen
occur at this house before. There in plain sight they had done it and the
young man could think of no reason they might breach house etiquette in
that way unless Melville himself had told them it was all right. No, not
all right. Unless, maybe, Melville had told them to do it for some
reason. But why, unless for the entertainment of those whose windows gave
onto the pool area? It had sure excited young Cherie the night before.
Ron watched her stroking her body, watched the dew of arousal gather
in the fine tendrils of her pussy hair, there at the pink line that marked
her untouched vagina. It was obviously a naturally very wet pussy that
peeped out between the puffy and sparsely-furred lips. He watched her as
she closed her eyes and and slid a trembling middle finger into the slit.
Wolter felt sorry for her, here in the mountains amid all this power and
wealth, virginal yet wanting, excited yet afraid. Diane's and Cleophas'
exhibition last night had stirred her in a way she had probably never been
stirred before.
He saw Cherie give her shoulders a shake and the perfect grapefruits
of her huge breasts jiggled with the motion as she drew her naughty finger
from her needing, pink cunt. She gave out with a sigh that was more of a
sob and turned and flopped down on the bed. From the stand at the side
she took a large volume of the plays of Shakespeare and, propping herself
up on her elbow, began to read. Wolter knew something of her history.
She had passed up a full scholarship at a good university to go straight
to work to take care of her sick mother. He knew she had graduated top of
her high school class and showed great potential for success as a medical
student, if she ever got there. But her mother was constantly hovering on
the verge of death and the doctor bills had to be paid, which a
scholarship would not do.
So the beautiful, intelligent, unselfish add to that naive young
beauty had had to go to work. And again she had shown her worth. Her
typing was flawless, the shorthand fluent, her computer skills beyond
those of the other girls in the pool. She was not vain, nor did she need
to be. No rouge was needed on cheeks that retained the rosy flush of
health and her pink lips would have been defiled with red lipstick if she
had ever used it.
Ron Wolter watched her until she fell asleep on her side by the big
book. Thirty minutes later her alarm clock woke her and she dressed again
to go down for the afternoon's work.
After work the business group congregated in the dining room to eat
and it was nearly nine by the time the dinner party began to break up.
Herb Melville, big and dignified with his thinning hair and expensive
suit, looked around at his minions and smiled.
"We've done very well today, gentlemen, and ladies," he said, and
reached to his left to gave Cherie's hand a warm squeeze where it rested
on the table. The girl smiled and closed her eyes with pleasure at the
attention of such a powerful and, yes, an admirable and likeable man. She
felt happy and warm that she had pleased him, that he noticed her, perhaps
as a woman, beyond the requirements of his business and her function in
it. Her eyes met his and she found them warm and affectionate and his
hand stayed a while longer on hers.
Ron Wolter saw this gesture as the first sign of interest the head of
the corporation had shown in Cherie, and the younger man bit back his
jealousy. It appeared that Melville had finally singled her out for
himself, and Ron grit his teeth at the thought of Cherie lying on her back
with the big, paunchy man fucking and heaving between her perfect, white
thighs. Grit his teeth and shook off the thought. Perhaps it would not
happen. Perhaps Melville would not make the move. Perhaps the girl would
not acquiesce, would resist as she had been taught all her life to do.
Her ideals were cause for wonderment around the office and Ron had heard
from the good-time girls that worked there that she was a confirmed
virgin. So she would probably resist. Well, maybe. But Ron knew such a
decision would be hard for the girl, for she needed the job and showed no
little fascination with the company she was keeping this week.
As they all departed for their rooms, Ron thought Melville's hand
lingered a trifle too long on Cherie's waist as the boss escorted her out
of the dining room. Ron looked away and saw Sue Midori sitting alone at
the table. He went over to talk to her.
"How's things, Sue?" Ron asked. "You look unhappy."
The Japanese girl shook her head. "Just pissed off with Vic. He's
hot and cold, and it looks like tonight he's cold, so I'm probably going
to feel cold too."
Ron smiled. "A lovely girl like you doesn't have to be cold as long
as there's a single man around."
"Oh?" she questioned with a flirtatious smile. "You have any ideas?"
Ron shrugged. "I might, but only if we can keep it discreet.
There's been a lot of exhibitionism going on around here the last couple
of days and I'm not up for anything that anyone's going to talk about
tomorrow."
"I understand," Sue said, licking her lips. Her brown almond eyes
sparkled in the candlelight.
"So, can you give me a reason why we shouldn't go somewhere private
in this big old house and have a drink?"
Sue stood up and took a bottle of wine from the table. "I'll give it
some thought along on the way and let you know." Slipping her hand through
his arm, she went along with him.
Ron climbed the stairs to that wing where he knew there was no one
staying and found the door in the dark. It was the room from which he had
watched Cherie last night and this afternoon and he wanted to be there to
see what happened. When he got there he left the light out and traded
swigs with Sue from the bottle while her fingers danced along his back.
He kissed the beautiful Oriental girl and let his attention wander from
Cherie's empty room. Sue was rapidly making him forget his worry over the
innocent blonde. She wasn't in her room, with Melville or anyone.
Perhaps she was in Melville's room.... Well, if she was, there was
nothing Ron could do about it.
Sue squirmed wildly as he thrust his hand down the back of her
panties, between her moist buttocks and straight to her warm, wet cunt
from behind. She pushed back at him and his fingers went deeply into her.
Her hands were scrambling at his zipper and then she sighed happily as his
cock came free into her hands.
"Nice cock," she murmured as she sank to her knees before him and
began licking up and down the hard length of his penis. "I bet this
tastes good."
Ron relaxed and gave himself up to this pleasure. He had never
fucked Sue before but he had always wanted to. It was just that she was
usually involved with Vic and by her own choice had remained exclusive.
But tonight Vic had been talking to Allison Cooper, the company's vice
president in charge of marketing. She was in her early thirties and was
sexy as hell with a pronounced swing to her hips when she was in the
presence of someone who attracted her. This evening, her swing had gone
in Vic's direction and by all appearances he had caught it. So much the
better for Ron.
Melville never thought to make the number of secretaries and men on
the junkets come out equal. Fun and games were not the aim of these
periods at the mountain mansion and Melville would never allow these
important sessions to deteriorate into hedonistic romps. So the women
were always fewer than the men, not only because three secretaries were
enough but because the men had to be forced to keep their minds on their
work.
Diane Layne had been Melville's last weekend sweetheart here and she
had been kept specially apart, but now she had taken up with Cleophas in
spite of Melville. What Ron wondered at was that Herb hadn't done
anything to get even with the faithless bitch. Perhaps that would come
later, but for now, Herb didn't seem bothered by the situation.
Sue's lips closed over the ample length of Ron's cock and he fell
back on the bed in the dark, beginning to enjoy the feeling of the girl's
mouth when he saw Cherie walk into her bedroom.
* * *
Vic Torres rolled into warmth of Allison Cooper's body and felt her
warm, wet cunt envelope his aching cock. They moved together, panting and
excited, for a long time in silence. Allison was the head of marketing
and the only female executive in the hierarchy. She was about thirty and
in very good shape, a lovely specimen of auburn-haired beauty. Her thighs
grasped his hips as she goaded him on. The thought of Sue Midori
momentarily crossed his mind. She was probably alone in her room tonight.
Alone and lonely and wondering where he was. Well, let her wonder. Vic
had no doubt that she would wait for him submissively and spend the night
in longing and solitude. She adored him, he knew. But he had to have
this time with Allison. He needed some variety.
A very pleasant sort of variety would be the ripe, sweet Cherie
Daventry, but he happened to know that Herb Melville had designs on her,
at least for the week, if not for longer. Poor kid, he thought. She was
going to be trapped into being the old man's squeeze for as long as he
wanted her, a child at the mercy of the middle-aged corporation head.
Herb had confided in Vic, saying that he wanted a special young thing to
have a baby for him and be exclusively his. He was interested in slowing
down, now that he was fifty. Cherie was his unsuspecting candidate.
Vic imagined he was enjoying Cherie's pussy and strengthened his
thrusts into Allison's eager cunt. It was going to be an interesting
week.
* * *
Cherie carried her bowl of ice cream into the room and sat on the
edge of the bed to eat it. She knew she shouldn't be indulging, but she
felt things happening around her and she felt insecure. Diane and
Cleophas had slipped away together almost immediately after dinner and she
had seen Sue walk past the kitchen door with that lovely young man named
Ron Wolter and she felt jealous and let-down at the thought that he might
at this minute be making love to her as the other two had done the night
before down by the pool.
So she ate her ice cream and seethed with disappointment that Ron had
not asked her to have a drink with him. She was going to eat and get
gloriously fat and die an old maid and spend her time thinking about other
people making love. She was terribly disappointed in Ron Wolter for going
off with Sue Midori after she had just this afternoon been doing it in the
linen closet with Vic. And now would Ron and she be doing it somewhere in
this big house, his penis, his beautiful penis, thrusting wetly into her?
Yes, his beautiful penis. She pictured it in its glory, beautiful like
the rest of him. Oh, Ron, why didn't you ask me?
The lonely young virgin wiped the two tears from her cheeks and
stuffed a spoonful of ice cream between her ripe, pink lips. She found
herself resenting her almost puritanical upbringing and the hours she had
spent sitting in Sunday school learning to be pure and chaste. While she
was being pure and chaste Ron, her Ron, was having sex with Sue Midori
somewhere in the house. She wondered what it would look like, what she
would feel if she could see them. Would it excite her as watching Diane
and Cleophas last night had?
Pouting, Cherie set the bowl of ice cream down. She didn't want to
be fat. No, not at all. Not fat, and never pregnant. At least not until
she met the right man. She would wait and hope for that, for a husband
and a marriage and a baby of their own. That was why she had never even
considered taking birth control pills. She would save herself for the man
she loved, a man like Ron. She had somehow thought Ron might be he. But
how could she forgive him for Sue?
Cherie toughened herself and started to undress. What was she
worried about? She was young and away from home and it seemed that all
around her were having the time of their lives, but in a week it would all
be back to normal, sitting in the office and typing reports and letters,
and she wouldn't feel so lonely. Carefully hanging up her clothes in the
closet, she skinned off her panties and bra and put on the diaphanous
negligee she wore on hot nights. It was so sheer that you could see right
through it, the pink circles of her aureolae and the tight hardness of her
nipples, the crease of her buttocks and the soft tendrils of her pubic
hair. It fell to a point just past mid-thigh, and she would have been a
lovely sight, she thought, if only there were someone to see her.
What Cherie did not know was that several pairs of eyes were watching
her. From the dark bedroom just beyond her window, Ron Wolter stroked his
rock-hard cock back and forth in Sue's mouth while the girl herself cast
strained glances at Cherie out of the corner of her eye. He watched
Cherie pace a few times the length of her room and then flop down in an
innocent yet revealing pose on the bed and open her book of Shakespeare.
Just looking at the lovely, young, untouched girl aroused Ron to the point
where he almost felt he could wait no longer to sink his cock into Sue's
hot and waiting pussy. Ron began to churn his hips urgently against Sue's
worshipping face.
* * *
Cleophas led Diane by the hand out into the pool area to the same
place they had spent the night before making love. They both wore
terrycloth robes and nothing else.
"Why do we have to do it out here again?" Diane fretted as she
trotted along behind Cleophas. "What's wrong with a nice, private
bedroom? I'm beginning to get self-conscious."
"Orders," Cleophas said. "We've got to fuck out by the pool until
further notice. That's all I know."
"Is this my punishment for getting together with you?" Diane asked.
"Or is it something else?"
"Maybe your punishment, but Herb doesn't seem to care that much.
I'll ask him tomorrow just what he's got in mind, but right now, let's
just do it and enjoy it."
They stopped by the padded chaise longe by the pool and shed their
robes. Herb had had the chaise put there for them, comfortable and very
useful, on a large square of carpet. As soon as Diane saw Cleophas'
superb, dark body, she caught her breath, just as she always did when she
saw him. He was large and smooth-skinned, with muscles those of a body-
builder, huge shoulders, chest, and arms, strong thighs and buttocks. But
his cock was the most amazing thing about him, two and a half inches
thick, and ten inches long, with an angry-looking purple head with wide,
raw-looking flanges and a flaring hole in the end that had the ability to
shoot a wad of cum more than a yard--that was, if it happened to shoot
somewhere outside of a woman's pussy. That was another amazing thing
about Cleophas: his ejaculatory power was amazing. He would always come
like a horse, an incredible amount of thick, hot white cream that would
fill a girl to the scuppers. Diane happened to know that he had already
made three of the girls at the office pregnant. Whenever they made love,
it always ran out of her pussy like a leaky faucet for a long time
afterward, especially if she was standing up.
Diane's hand went directly to that giant penis and her mouth watered
as she sank to her knees and parted her lips to take the broad head into
her warm, soft mouth.
* * *
Cherie heard voices from the pool area and looked up from the book
that she couldn't keep her mind on anyway. As she anticipated a repeat of
the former night's wicked erotic performance, an involuntary blush of
excitement mantled her cheeks as she rose slowly and went cautiously to
the window, and across the way Ron watched her breasts bounce firmly with
her walk at the same time as he was arranging Sue beneath him. As she
parted her thighs for him, Sue purred up at him, very quietly, for she was
watching Cherie herself and wondering what was happening down by the pool
that the young virgin seemed to be so interested in.
Cherie kneeled on the couch situated by the window and peeked over
the back and down at Diane and Cleophas below. She gasped and pressed her
knuckles to her lips at the sight of the other girl with half Cleophas'
giant, black penis buried in her face. It was so big. Huge! She found it
hard to believe that Diane could have had that thing in her last night.
How could her young vagina stretch that far, even with practice? Cleophas
was gripping her head gently, pulling her mouth back and forth over his
glistening shaft. The longer Cherie watched, the more excited she became.
Oh, if only she weren't so inexperienced and afraid of life. She could be
doing the same thing with Ron and enjoying herself this weekend. If only-
- But no, she wasn't that kind of girl. She would have to satisfy her
curiosity by watching. She passed her hands down over her big, hard
bosoms and found the nipples erect and tingling. Her whole body was
covered with goose-bumps. One hand passed down over her belly and the
fingertips brushed through her feminine fur, to the warm, damp slit her
fingers were coming to know so well. With a sigh she cupped her hand over
her pussy and her middle finger found that certain spot on her clitoris,
just a fraction of an inch forward of the virginal opening of her vagina.
Parting her supporting knees wide, she pushed her buttocks rearward and
lifted her hips, beginning to pump them forward and back.
Her excitement grew as Cleophas laid Diane back on her bed, parted
her legs and buried his lips against her hot, needing pussy. Cherie could
see his pink tongue lapping at Diane's open cunt and the sight drove her
to new heights of vicarious, girlish excitement. Her breathing began to
quicken and the clitoris she was rubbing began to throb harder and harder.
She thought that this would be one of those times when she actually
climaxed from the administrations of her own fingers. She could feel her
orgasm building and she knew it would not be long.
* * *
Herb Melville walked down the dim corridor toward Cherie's room. He
had put her here, in this new wing, all alone, so that she would not be
disturbed. In the hall outside her room, he stopped before a small
painting hanging on the wall, and moved it to the side. There on the wall
was a peep-hole that he had had installed there last year. One glance
through it told him that the exhibition of the two down by the pool was
giving pleasure to more than just them who were participating.
There, looking over the windowsill and kneeling on the couch with her
back and round, loaf-like buttocks toward him, was the lovely girl Herb
had picked out for himself the moment he had seen her just five days
before after he had seen her in the main office and contrived to have her
sent to him for the interview in his office. Through the virtually
transparent material of her gown he could see the crease between her
asscheeks and beneath that the tips of her fingers where they worked in
her hungry slit. He could even see outlines of her pubic hair where her
labia peeked back between her thighs.
With a deep breath to calm himself, Herb Melville turned the knob of
her door and walked silently in, across the room and to the side of the
couch where Cherie was kneeling.
"It looks like it was too hot for them to stay in their bedrooms
tonight," Herb said softly.
Cherie caught her breath, jerking her hand from between her legs and
pulling her gown closed over her breasts in an ineffectual gesture.
Straightening up, she still stayed kneeling on the couch, hugging herself
tightly and ashamedly trembling before his gaze.
"Oh, Mr. Melville," she squeaked. "I didn't hear you come in."
He smiled. "The doors are very well hung. Like Cleophas. And you
can call me Herb."
Cherie nodded, trying to still her trembling. It crossed her mind
that under other circumstances she might have screamed at him to get out
of her room, but then she remembered that this was his house and that he
was her boss, a very powerful man, and that she needed this job so very
badly, for her mother's sake. He seemed so benevolent and disinterested
standing there in his pyjamas and robe and slippers.
"I just happened to notice...." She felt that was a lame excuse for
he must have seen her gaping down that Diane and Cleophas. Had he also
seen what she would doing to herself? The thought brought a furious blush
to her cheeks.
Herb smiled again. "Don't be embarrassed," he said understandingly.
"All girls are curious until they find out for themselves. Up here, we
work hard, and we play hard. Right now, Diane and Cle are playing.
Everybody's entitled to unwind. Even you."
Cherie was still fighting to control her trembling. "I... I was
reading and I heard a noise. I didn't know what it was. Oh, I'm so
ashamed!" Cherie exclaimed and dropped her eyes, putting one hand to her
face.
Melville moved over to her side and put a gentle arm around her
shoulders. "Nothing to be ashamed about. This is what the real world is
all about. To tell the truth," he whispered conspiritorially, "I enjoy
watching myself, though watching never takes the place of really
participating. Oh, now look at that." He pushed her very gently back into
her spying position so that she could look down on the action that had
been staged especially for her benefit, so that the curves of her lovely,
round asscheeks broke through the wall of the chiffon she wore. His hand
lingered on her back and massaged her very lightly between her shoulders.
Below them, Diane was lying back on the bed with her hips at the edge
of the mattress and her legs spread wide. Cleophas was kneeling on the
carpet between her knees with his massive, long cock in his hand, pushing
the broad, purple tip of it into Diane's waiting cunthole.
"Oh, my!" Cherie breathed, then blurted. "Oh, my! I had no idea."
Chills of vicarious arousal coursed up her back from her tail bone to the
nape of her neck where Herb was gently kneading her tense muscles.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Herb commented, lightly rubbing his hand across
her shoulders. "I'd say to you, Cherie, to just relax and enjoy what
you're watching. Really, Cleophas has the biggest member that I've ever
seen. Just relax and watch the action. You need to unwind too."
Cherie nodded, spellbound by what she was seeing as the huge, black
penis disappeared into Diane's pussy, spreading the hairy labia to the
sides as it sank inside her. She heard the other girl's moan of intense
pleasure at the penetration and transferred herself into the wild, illicit
act taking place.
"Just think of how she's feeling, Cherie, with that great big thing
inside her, giving her the greatest joy that a woman can feel," Melville
crooned. "I'll bet you'd like doing that."
Cherie wondered about that. Her eyes burned as she watched the
glistening black cudgel thrusting in and out of Diane's hot hole. What it
must feel like, something that big! In that tender channel between Diane's
legs. How could any woman take such a huge object inside her? It was
beyond her imagination.
"Oh, Mr. Melville, uh, Herb," Cherie purred. "I've never seen
anything like it in my life. Really, I never have."
Herb nodded, his hand rubbing a bit harder, massaging her neck and
shoulders and then down lower in the hollow of her back. "He does have
the biggest penis around, but technique is also important in love-making.
Fortunately, Cleophas has both."
Cherie nodded, relaxing to his touch. He, Cleophas, certainly did
have technique, she thought as she watched his lewd, expert thrusting.
Diane was going out of her mind, panting and writhing in ecstasy. The
blonde teenager, feeling terribly self-conscious, would have liked to get
up and put on something less revealing, but she didn't want to break the
dreamy spell she found herself in or upset the all-powerful Melville, so
she kneeled there in quiet docility while his hands roamed over her back.
She was so fascinated and aroused with the sight of what was going on
below that she felt herself relaxing under the older man's hands.
Cleophas had crawled up over Diane now and with clenching buttocks was
shafting the girl beneath him deeply. Cherie could hear the wet, sucking
sounds of sex coming from their busy, joyous sex organs as they fucked
merrily away.
Melville's other hand came over and palmed her shoulder, stroking her
and calming her as Cherie trembled like a frightened doe, and then it
moved down and, while Cherie held her breath, gently cupped her large,
firm right breast. He squeezed it softly and then his fingertips tickled
around the edges of her nipple, and she gasped in horrified anticipation.
No one had ever, ever touched her breast, but now Herb was doing it, and
strangely, she was relaxing to his touch.
"You have lovely breasts," Herb said. "I bet you're proud of them."
"Uh, yes " she choked out as his hands moved back and forth between
the ripe, tingling mounds. Then his hand moved inside her gown and
touched the flesh of her big, round tits directly, brushing her hardening,
burgeoning nipples with his palms. "Aaah," she breathed, just slightly
louder than the sound of her own panting.
"You like that?"
Cherie was afraid to say no, and if she had, it would have been a
lie. Having him touch her long-neglected breasts had a calming effect and
she had vague thoughts of Ron Wolter, here with her, touching her breasts,
and maybe doing to her what Cleophas was doing to Diane. She felt her
hips begin to shake and then suddenly Herb's hand was smoothing over the
agitated, gown-covered, globes of her round bottom, moving back and forth
between the two ripe moons.
"This should help you relax," he said, running his fingers up and
down the cleft, from the tailbone, slowly downward into the deep, warm
canyon, to her perineum, just above the moistening opening of her sex.
Cherie gasped as he touched her so close to her vagina. No, it
wasn't helping her relax at all. It was making her more and more aroused
as she watched Cleophas lie back on the bed to let Diane climb astride him
and fit the great knob of the dark shaft into her. Diane's plump
asscheeks began to slowly ride up and down over her lover, taking the
amazing shaft deeply inside her. Cherie knew that Herb really shouldn't
be touching her like this, but he was just trying to make her relax and
feel at ease after all, wasn't he? She was afraid to tell him to stop, and
afraid not to tell him so. Just now, one fingertip was prodding ever-so-
gently at her tender anal opening and she clenched her asscheeks and
muscles reflexively, trapping the thin fabric and two of his
fingers between them.
Down below, Diane was posting above Cleophas as if she were riding a
well-trained trotting horse. It was a sight erotic in the extreme as she
bounced up and down on the rigid black penis, taking nearly the whole
incredible length, her head thrown back and her firm tits shaking with
each movement.
Now Herb's hand was stroking the back of Cherie's thighs, and very
carefully raising the hem up the back of them to bare the flesh an inch at
a time. Warning alarms sounded in the girl's confused brain, but she
fought against panic, remembering that the gown itself was nearly
transparent and the boss would be seeing nothing that he had not already
virtually seen. Inch by inch it slid up, until the hem cleared the backs
of her thighs, slowly baring her luscious buttocks, and then lay bunched
up on her lower back as she kneeled there in subservient surrender,
exposed to his caresses. Again Cherie thought of Ron Wolter and wondered
what he was doing, having no idea that less that ten feet away he was
lying with his cock deeply buried in Sue Midori's pussy and watching
everything that Herb did to her. He, and Herb, now saw her ripe, round
buttocks and the plump, furry labia that peeked back between her slightly-
parted thighs. He could see Melville stroking those lovely upturned
asscheeks as Cherie peered down on the activities of the couple fucking in
the courtyard. He watched Melville tenderly nudge her knees wider apart
so that her asscheeks parted widlely and her pussy-lips flowered open and
revealed the slick, moist inner petals and above that, the innocent,
pinkish bloom of her asshole. He watched Herb put his finger there and
tickle it lightly.
"Please don't," Cherie whimpered. "No one has ever touched me
there."
Herb chuckled warmly. "Don't you like what I'm doing? Doesn't it
feel nice?"
"Yes," she confessed, glancing away from him. "But I'm so ashamed.
I mean, I've never done this with anyone before."
"Don't be ashamed. Just learn to relax and like it. I won't think
any less of you for it." He ran his fingertip along the wet slit of her
vagina, delving just inside the opening, feeling the free-flowing juices
which she could not suppress. He nudged her knees wider still and found
the button of her clitoris below the tight, never-penetrated opening.
With a jerk at his touch, Cherie groaned and her bottom pushed back
automatically toward the overpowering caress.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. Her hand flew to her mouth in dismay at what
she had allowed to spurt from her lips.
"It feels good, doesn't it? And you can call me Herb," he told her.
"So, if it feels good, you have a right to some of it." His fingers moved
gently between the plump labia and around just inside the entrance of the
virginal channel, careful not to ravage her hymen before the proper time
came. His thumb flicked lightly at her anus and she opened her legs a bit
wider, turning her hips up to receive the pleasure he was giving her.
Cherie agonized over how she was behaving, asking herself how she
could do this, let this older man touch her so intimately while she
brazenly gawked at the lewd display taking place below her. She was no
better than those two down below. The only difference was that no one was
watching her, that she was not doing what she was doing in a conspicuous
place in front of an audience of undetermined number or so she believed.
As Herb manipulated her throbbing pink clitoris and stirred his fingers
around just inside the tight, throbbing ring of her vaginal opening,
Cherie's hips began shaking with insuppressible longing. A fire was
burning through her fertile, nubile belly and was centered in that never-
entered and now hungering hole that she had kept untouched all her young
life and which now longed for grown-up attention.
From where Ron lay, watching the angelic young girl that he loved
losing her composure through the feelings that the fifty-year-old head of
the corporation was creating in her with his experienced fingers, he could
see almost everything that Herb Melville could. The thin, pink inner lips
of her pussy flowered open to accept his pleasurable attentions and her
feminine glands gave forth their liquid reward, which coated his
fingertips and began to dampen her soft muff of hair and the backs of her
thighs. She was so very wet! Ron was amazed at how the shy, proud,
ladylike girl had abandoned herself to Melville's intimate caresses and
become as juicily aroused or more so as Sue Midori now was.
Melville himself, however, was not that amazed. He had sensed a hot
streak in the girl when she had sat in his office while he talked to her.
She had sat there unconsciously rubbing her thighs together in
unacknowledged arousal at the proximity of his power, and he knew that
once he had opened the floodgates of her passion she would never be able
to go back to being the frustrated child of before. She might hate
herself if she let him fuck her, but fuck her he would, and she would love
it every time that it happened. And to make sure that she wouldn't be too
hard to break through to the first time, he had given her a bit of help.
At dinner, Tony the waiter had, according Herb's instructions, put a
certain very special substance in the girl's glass of white wine,
something to raise her libido while lowering her resistance. Nothing too
strong, of course. No girl was any fun in a stupor, nor would she be
likely under such circumstances to remember the pleasure he would
introduce her to. He wanted her to remember everything, and want more.
Melville looked down at the ripe, round globes of her plump bottom,
spread open by the position of her legs. There, her tender, vermilion
anus, a tiny, tight, almost smooth dimple in the moist warm recess, peeked
up at him from between the plump moons. Smiling lewdly, he brought a wet
index finger from her dripping cunt and placed the tip over that tightly-
clenched orifice. Gently, he pushed it in, feeling her anal tightness
yield, and the girl gave a startled jerk.
"Oh! What are you doing?" she groaned in a husky voice, her breasts
jiggling against his hand and the forearm that encircled her. She felt
him delve deep into her rectum and her hips gave a little involuntary
shake. The feeling was strange and pleasant at once and she wondered if
this was how Cleophas' penis felt inside Diane. How would she ever know?
Melville kissed the side of her neck as his straightened finger sawed
carefully back and forth in her anus. Cherie's hips began churning in
little circles of urgency at the feelings he was raising in her and she
turned her face toward him, opening her lips when he kissed her on the
mouth, and then their tongues slid across one another in a deep kiss. The
whole situation was so strange, she thought. So unreal. He had made no
sexual approach to her nor any suggestion. He had just come in and begun
to caress her, first in a comforting and then in an increasingly intimate
way. At first she had tolerated the comforting and then welcomed it, but
it soon gave way to exploration and stimulation of the most private areas
of her body. She found that her body began to desire the discovery of her
private parts and to open to it and rejoice. How was it that could she
let this man, whom she really did not know, penetrate her bottom-hole with
his finger and explore her inner secrets? But she felt a wonderful
sensation building in her and she knew that if he kept up with this
probing caress in her sensitive and innocent rectum she would come to a
climax just as she had the night before while watching the pool-side sex
below, and she felt thankful that she had thoroughly voided her bowels
before her shower.
Herb drew his finger from her back passage and shrugged off his robe.
There were other things he wanted to teach her before she came to orgasm.
Kneeling on the floor behind her, he pushed her knees yet wider apart and
with his soft fingers carefully spread her delicately-haired labia,
revealing the pink, wet inner surfaces of her vaginal opening. With his
thumbs he pulled the lips apart and his tongue reached out to stab at her
sensitized, twitching asshole.
Oh, no, she thought. He's looking at it now, looking at my poop-
hole, licking it! And she blushed furiously while her thighs quivered with
arousal.
Melville spread her cunt open wider, until he could see nearly an
inch inside her and saw the tender membrane of her hymen. He blew into
her gently, and then laid the flat of his tongue full upon her open,
dripping hole.
Ron Wolter increased the speed of his thrusts into Sue's cunt as he
saw Cherie's mouth open in startled pleasure at the licking Melville now
began to give her. Her eyes fell closed half-way and her perfect teeth
bit into the back of the sofa as she gave herself up to the most intimate
caress she had ever felt. His tongue laved her from clitoris to anus, up
and down the furrow between her plump, furry labia, and the canyon between
her ripe, round asscheeks, over and over again.
Melville knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. He knew
that a healthy young woman could not control her desires any more than a
man could. If fact, women had less control once their fires were stoked,
and Melville was now stoking those flames in a way designed to leave her
pliable and submissive to his own desires. And he knew just how to get
what he wanted. That was the secret of his success in business as well as
in bed and there were many, many women who had thought they were ladies
and beyond temptation until they had found themselves alone with him. Now
Cherie was learning what it was like to be attractive and desirable to
Herb Melville. It meant that her chances of remaining untouched and
virginal through the night were very low and that her chances of being
turned into a wanton and pleasure-loving woman were very high indeed. She
was going to be his woman, his special woman, for sex and companionship.
She was intelligent enough and beautiful enough to always be at his side,
and if her mother needed money for the doctors yes, he knew of her
financial needs then Melville would be happy to help out. He had never
wanted any girl the way he wanted this one in every way, to fuck and to
love and to be with. For her to have his baby, and there was no reason
why they should not start on that project right now. That was why he had
gone so carefully with her, without making any approach the night before.
It mattered nothing that she was still in her teens, thirty-one years
younger than he, or whether she would choose in the end to be the woman of
an older man. What mattered was that he had chosen her for himself as his
special female and that tonight and every night for the next week and as
long as he wanted her he was going to have her tender, young body. He
would because he had decided he would.
Pressing his aquiline nose squarely between the girl's plump buttocks
into her tingling asshole, Herb Melville worked his tongue relentlessly
into her sweet, wet vagina, tasting the inner surfaces of the smooth
passage and the slightly salty flavour of the fluids whose flow she could
not control. She was soaking wet, and the secretions covered his tongue
and ran into his throat. Her bottom churned in little circles against his
face and he gripped her thighs, pulling her closer.
Cherie had nearly lost consciousness of her surroundings. The
sensations seemed to whip through her breasts and belly like a lash
without mercy. Occasionally, she would focus her eyes on the fucking
couple down below, but mainly her attention was focused on what was
happening to her, behind her and between her legs. She knew that Herb was
feasting his eyes and tongue on what she considered the ugliest and most
private orifices of her body, but he kept grunting his appreciation and
murmuring words telling her how sweet and beautiful she was. Apparently
he truly liked the view. She herself felt incredibly vulnerable and
exposed, felt that her body had lost all its privacy, felt that she was
opened up to all the world to see and explore.
Ron Wolter, fucking slowly into Sue's pussy, could see everything
himself. He could see Melville's lapping tongue and the girl's bubbling,
steaming cunt opened and welcoming. He saw Melville remove a hand from
one of Cherie's thighs and unbutton the front of his pyjama-top and shrug
it off his white, chunky shoulders. Then the hand pushed down the elastic
waistband of the bottom part and his massive penis began to rise from the
thick and hairy bush. Ron had had no idea Herb's cock was so huge.
Though not as big as Cleophas's elephantine tool, it was a good eight
inches long and just about as thick. The uncircumcised head was a
throbbing purple thing shaped like a mushroom, and the eye was dripping
with a long string of its own lubricant. Melville's hand encircled it and
began to pump it slowly, bringing it to a greater hardness while Cherie,
her eyes half closed with erotic bliss, was oblivious to the giant penis
that would soon be presented to her. Her hips jerked spasmodically,
pushing the sweaty cleft of her ass back against Melville's worshipping
face and she gave a breathy little whimper of amazed joy with each lick he
gave her.
Herb was squeezing his cock hard so that it was red with urgency and
the head was so purple it seemed it would explode. Ron rolled Sue over
and pulled her to her hands and knees, getting ready to shaft her dog-
style. He saw Herb rise from his knees and, his face wet with Cherie's
juicy offerings, wipe the secretions from his mouth and cheeks. With soft
eyes, Cherie looked back over her shoulder at the fifty-year-old man who
kneeled on the sofa behind her. He eased her slowly out of her negligee,
leaving the both of them equally naked, and ran his hands over her bare
back to her shoulders and down again to her ass cheeks, stroking over and
between them and down to her puffy labia which he tenderly parted with his
thumbs.
Cherie was frozen with desire, fear, and questioning. Here she was,
burning with half-fulfilled sensuality, as naked as on the day of her
birth and knowing not why, with her equally naked boss behind her as she
kneeled in a revealing and subservient position. How had she allowed
herself to be put in this position, this situation? I'm a good girl, I
have been all my life, and now here I am, stripped of my clothes, my
dignity, and my resistance. She had let herself be cajoled and seduced to
follow Herb Melville into this voyeuristic and self-indulgent scene. It
was her own fault, she knew, and it was all wrong, but her body wanted
more. He had left her just shy of her climax for the second time tonight,
and now he was stopping, just looking down on her bare, uplifted, wide-
open derriere. What was he doing? What was he going to do?
She felt his fingers carefully parting the sacred lips of her vagina,
felt a soft, broad round something stretching her. What was he doing, and
what was that that was stretching her open where before it had only been
two fingertips? She stopped herself from asking him why he had left off
from what he was doing and deprived her of the pleasure he had been
offering her. She gave her hips a wanton shake as she looked down on
Diane and Cleophas.
Diane had pulled her leg back over the black man, who rose and
positioned himself behind her as she held her position on all fours. She
watched as Cleophas took the huge, black shaft in his strong hand and
directed the tip at Diane's wet and opened cunt. Then he pushed forward
and the amazing instrument disappeared from sight into the girl's pussy.
Cleophas began fucking her with the same strong and expert moves he had
used before, and it was then that Cherie finally understood what was going
on, what Herb was doing. She had had no idea that people could do it that
way but now she was seeing it and she understood. Human sex organs were
quite well placed for that kind of animal-style mating and she could see
how really well it all worked.
"Oh, wait!" Cherie cried as she felt her tiny, unused cuntal opening
stretching. "I can't do that," she said, trying to squirm away.
Herb smiled and held her firmly in place. He had the tip just
centered over the tiny, teardrop-shaped hole, her labia spread on either
side of the angry-looking corona. "But you can, Cherie. You can and you
will. You do really want to feel good tonight, don't you?"
Cherie, trembling from her broad shoulders to her smooth, naked
thighs, looked into his eyes and a tear slid down one cheek.
"Don't you?"
Cherie saw him, her all-powerful boss, poised and waiting for an
answer. "Yes," she said in a tiny voice, with a slight nod, thinking of
her sick mother at home. Yes, the answer you always gave to the boss.
Herb increased the pressure and Cherie suddenly felt the need to help
him, to have done with all the evasion and dishonesty to herself. The
painful prod he was giving her tender vagina she answered with a
reciprocal push back with her hips. The penis wanted to be inside her,
and her vagina seemed to want it there, but there was something in the
way, something which she knew had to be breached. It seemed unyielding,
tough, that hymen, and yet she helped Herb with each painful push.
Herb looked down and found his cockhead but half sheathed, her
asshole spasmodically winking up at him as she countered each of his
questing thrusts. Her face wore an urgent, pained expression as she
worked with him to sunder her stubborn membrane. She gave a tiny, gentle
grunt with each effort and he knew that her mind had given up in its
resistance to her body's demands. Whether or not he was the man of her
dreams was unimportant; at the present, her pussy hungered for a male
presence and it was his cock that was available.
Ron Wolter stared in fascination at the lewd tableau being staged in
the well-lit room just a few feet away. The girl's body, arms and legs,
shook with the strain and the need. Her face was frozen into a mask of
discomfort as her boss's giant cockhead hammered at the door of her
virginity. Ron knew he should come to the girl's rescue, crash into the
room and throw Melville from the window, save the girl from her own
passions before she was fucked by the older man, seduced and corrupted to
a common level.
Yes, he should toss Sue aside and crash into that bedroom, maybe leap
the gap between the windows, throw Cherie over his shoulder and run away
with her to safety. All those things.
And then suddenly Herb gave an audible sigh and his eyes crossed with
pleasure. Cherie's eyes turned upward in her head and her pained
expression gave way to one of relief and contentment and she sighed as
well, in a higher voice, as her hymen tore, alleviating the pressure and
leaving the way clear for Melville's penis, which slipped forward, between
the tight, silken walls of her vagina, half its length, and the flaring,
swollen cockhead was pushed up inside her further than anything had ever
gone before.
It's too late! Ron thought and plunged his cock into Sue from behind.
Too late to save her from her confused passions and the defilement of
Melville's great cock. Ron retreated into the pleasurable fucking of the
Japanese girl's cunt, transferring himself and the feelings in his prick
to a dream position behind the lovely, no-longer-virginal Cherie's
upturned asscheeks. Fuck her, Ron chanted to himself. Fuck the pink-
pussied little bitch.
Melville grit his teeth and held his throbbing penis still, fighting
against instantly coming in the delicate and incredibly tight vagina
contracting rhythmically in fear and desire around his half-buried shaft.
This was heaven, he thought, enjoying the view of the blonde submissively
crouched before him, seeing her rosy-cheeked profile with that expression
of relief and arousal, her smoky eyes, half-closed looking up at him with
expectation, of exactly what she had no idea.
Cherie could feel her body glowing warmly, with the heat centered in
her womb and in the core of her just-entered vagina as Melville's huge
penis pushed between the untouched, soft walls of her love channel. She
felt relieved now of the pain of her hymen and the restraint that had
dictated her every action in her past life. Now she had Herb's cockmeat
filling her tender belly, and she felt free, free to pursue the joy and
pleasure her healthy body craved but from which she had always retreated
out of personal restraint. She remembered the fear that had kept her in
her life past from getting close enough to any young man to do this, this
thing she was doing now with this older man who was her boss. Of course,
she had been attracted to him in her naive and feminine way, to this man
who held power over her and so many others' lives. She saw him now,
poised over her vulnerable, trembling bottom, his craggy cheeks flushed,
his hawkish nose flaring with arousal, and the thick, pulsing shaft of his
penis vanishing into the cleft of her underside. She panted with a
desperation she had never known before. Now what was he going to do to
her? Glancing down at Diane and Cleophas, she had her answer. The large
and muscular black man was fucking his huge ebony cock smoothly into
Diane's pussy in long, measured strokes.
"Oh, my!" Cherie said, feeling Herb's shaft throb inside her, the
cockhead like a hard knot several inches up in her belly. Herb was going
to do it to her, have intercourse with her, right here on the couch,
thrusting his cock in and out of her sweet, innocent vagina, in this
strange, submissive position just as the two lovers were doing down below.
Her first time, with her boss, and somehow she knew it would not be her
last. She felt exposed and widely-stretched, but there was nothing
unpleasant about it and she felt so warm all over, menaced and protected
at the same time, by the same man.
And then Herb began fucking her, very carefully, in and out. A bit
deeper with each gentle stroke, wetly in and out, until the entire great
length of his cock was entering her each time and her downy labial hair
brushed his scrotum and the base of the hard stalk. That swollen, soft
head of his penis was prodding her cervix, pushing it back, with every
deep probe, and against her will, her womb flowered open to receive him.
Fucking Sue, Ron Wolter watched the debasement of the darling girl,
watched her face relax and her body soften in submission. The trembling
of her arms stopped and her hips rose up behind her in acceptance, making
inexperienced but instinctual movements like those of any wanton female
mounted from behind.
"That's right, Cherie," Herb groaned his encouragement, guiding her
hips into the proper rhythm and motion. "That's a good girl. How does
that feel?" he asked, sliding in deeply so that his balls swung in a
pendulous arc between her legs, beneath the split, furry lips of her pink-
rimmed cunt.
Cherie closed her eyes and pushed back a bit harder with her ass.
How does it feel? she asked herself. Her breasts thumped against the back
of her upper arms as she pushed back harder again, feeling the sensations
more the harder she moved her hips. It feels good, she thought. It feels
very good!
"How's that, darling?" he asked again.
Cherie bit her lips, reluctant to speak, to reveal herself, to break
the spell, but then the words came out in a throaty gasp. "Feels good.
Feels wonderful."
Herb kept fucking, feeling the silky, wet walls of her vagina sliding
in a tight, pleasure-giving caress over the burgeoning head of his cock.
"That's good, darling. That's good. We can do this all the time after
this. All week, every day. Would you like that?"
Cherie sobbed. It was wrong and her mind rebelled, but her body
could not let go of these feelings and they overpowered her mind. "Oh,
yes!" She widened the position of her knees yet more and tipped her hips
upward, hollowing her back, giving him better access to her needing cunt.
Her buttocks opened wider and her asshole flowered deliciously before his
eyes. Herb gave those perfect, creamy globes a gentle slap and sent his
cock deeply into her pink-rimmed slit.
The lust-crazed executive's angry, red cock surged in and out of her
baby cunt, drawing out thin ridges of her inner cuntal membranes that
clung lovingly to his rock-hard shaft on the out-stroke and folded back
inside on the in-stroke. He gloated over the thought of having this
proud, ladylike, angelic teenager now bent and submissive to his lusts,
receiving his demanding penis deep into her tender, inexperienced vagina.
Over in the next room, Ron Wolter's excitement grew at the sight of
the girl that he had wanted for himself now eagerly fucking her ass back
on Melville's invading cock. The young man thrust harder and more
urgently into the obliging Sue who was biting her knuckles to keep from
crying out loud at the pleasure she was feeling. Wet, slurping sounds
arose from their interlocked genitals, like those coming from Cherie's
vagina locked so lewdly around Herb's relentlessly pistoning shaft, though
Cherie's hot hole, tighter and wetter, was making louder, juicier sounds
that rose to her ears and caused her to blush a deeper red. Ron could
hear the liquid sucking noises and vowed that he must soon fuck the lovely
girl, no matter what the risk. When the time was right he would make her
his own.
Cherie was grunting now, audibly, with each thrust of Melville's
glistening, massive cock, feeling it probe to the depths of her entrails.
She was open, wet, and vulnerable to everything he did. His hands slid
over her buttocks to her waist and under to her large, tautly jiggling
breasts and gently pinched her hard, crimson nipples. The girl, overcome
with passion, twisted her head around to the side and presented her ripe
mouth for a kiss. Herb took the invitation and, his belly fitting into
the small of her back, leaned well forward, kissing her deeply, without
slacking the speed, depth, or strength of his fuck-strokes. His balls,
swinging in the inverted V of her thighs, were slick and shiny with her
lubricant and the webbing between the shaft and scrotum tickled her
clitoris each time he pushed his cock home. Her cunt was beginning to
spasm in her first orgasm and Herb stuck his finger into her upturned
asshole, feeling, through the thin wall of her rectal passage, the knob of
his cock sliding back and forth up her love-tunnel.
Herb heard her suddenly gasp, catching her breath in a deep groan,
and felt her shaking through her first orgasm, her juices bathing his
cock, balls and belly. Felt her contracting anus grabbing at his finger.
Sobbing her joy and release, Cherie writhed and jerked uncontrollably, her
entire body shuddering with her climax, her big, round tits pressing
against the back of the sofa as she bounced her plump ass rearward, her
tight cunt devouring his weighty, deep-thrusting prick. Whipping his
finger free of her back passage, and holding tightly to her waist, he
waited for her to quiet her cries and motions, then turned her around and
manoeuvred her to the bed. Stumbling ahead compliantly, she allowed him
to place her in an all-fours position on the bed without letting his
beloved cock slip free of her still-spasming vagina. Then, kneeling
behind her, Herb began fucking her with all his skill.
Cherie followed his rutting happily. This was heaven, she thought.
Just crouching here and feeling joy shoot through her delicate body. How
had she let this happen? Why could she not stop herself? Why did she not
want to stop herself? She wanted this to go on and on until she died.
Cupping her hand over her pubic mound, she felt Herb's mammoth cock
sliding wetly between her trembling fingers. It was in her, full of life-
giving power, aching to shoot its thick cream into her belly. She panted
at the thought of it, filling her with the tiny, wriggly sperm. This was
how girls got pregnant, had babies they couldn't care for! Yes, this was
how, but at this moment she couldn't stop pushing her plump ass back at
him. She wanted this pleasure, this deep loving of her vagina, the penis
that explored the secret, dark recesses of her femaleness. She wanted it
all now, this feeling of being a woman, to be filled with joy, with cock,
with his flowing cum. And now Herb's thrusts were becoming more urgent
and she sensed, even in her lack of experience, that he was going to come.
If there was any doubt, he dispelled it with his own lips.
"Baby, Cherie, baby, I'm going to come, oh, I'm going to come in
you, I'm going to fill you up," he growled. He felt it starting back
behind the root of his cock, a fire that would only be put out when his
seed hosed into her.
"Please, please," she breathed. "Be careful, you'll make me
pregnant."
But Herb's cock thrust ever harder and faster. "That's right! I'm
going to fill you up with it, baby."
Ron could see it all, now that they had changed position to the bed.
He could see Cherie's delicate, pink vaginal membranes clinging to
Melville's swelling cock, her secretions squelching out and running in
rivulets down the backs of her thighs. Herb's flabby buttocks tensed and
relaxed, tensed and relaxed, as he drove into her cunt from behind, his
testicles and penis swelling to incredible proportions as they came to the
brink of explosion. Wolter wanted nothing more than to dive headlong into
her room and pull Melville off her, out of her, before he fertilized her
unprotected womb, but he knew that he lacked the courage. Besides, if the
girl didn't have the strength to control herself in a situation she had
gotten herself into through her own stupidity, it was none of his affair.
Ron grit his teeth and fucked Sue faster, synchronizing his fuck-thrusts
to those of Melville's penis in Cherie's foaming vagina.
Cherie felt a second orgasm squeezing her loins and thrust her hips
back faster and faster, ecstatically sheathing her boss's fucking cock
fully in her young, silky vagina. Melville growled savagely and his huge
cock swelled noticeably even larger as his loins thwacked loudly against
her bouncy bottom and his thrusts became a bit shorter and very deep. Ron
saw Herb's penis begin to throb in a way that could only mean he was
coming.
Herb felt it shooting up the length of his cock and bursting
explosively from the opening at the end, a flood of hot, white cream, long
and satisfying, and Cherie opened her mouth wide in wonder at the power of
it as he filled her with his molten sperm, gout after thick ropey gout,
running into every dark, untouched recess, as the older man fertilized the
young girl, as the lewd seductor fucked his spunk into the innocent's
tender, warm cunt. Cherie screamed once, shuddering and coming again as
the thick, life-giving cream hosed into her, pumping her full, flooding
her to the brim, filling her tubes, and squishing out around the jerking,
buried cock to drip in a thick stream from her well-fucked vagina to the
bedspread between her knees.
Ron let his come fly into the whimpering girl under him and kept his
eyes on Cherie while she finished, shuddering, with the first, fulfilling
fuck of her life. Together, the boss and the secretary, the middle-aged
man and his young nubile lover, slowly crumpled onto the bed to lie
panting in joyful satiation. Herb's cock very slowly softened but stayed
planted in the the grip of her abused vagina and Ron saw the wash of white
cream that leaked out around it. The penis jerked and throbbed spitting
out the thick cum endlessly until there was no more to give and until the
girl could take no more.
He had flooded the little bitch's cunt, Ron thought, and neither she
nor the old man would be satisfied with just once. He watched her sprawl
unconscious on her back in wide-legged, oblivious abandon, her lovely tits
rising and falling with her cooling passion, the pounding of her heart
creating tiny disturbances in the soft, doughy, white mounds, while Herb's
male semen oozed from the red-rimmed, well-fucked slit of her vagina like
a thick, white glob of yoghurt, thickening on the inner surfaces of her
fat pussy lips. Ron thought she was the picture of satisfied young female
flesh, torn from her useless state of virginity to provide pleasure for a
long line of males' hard, thrusting cocks.
Ron rolled over, entwined in Sue's arms, and fell asleep watching
the slumbering pair in the other room.
* * *
Cherie rolled over with a start, looked at the alarm clock, and
remembered that it was Sunday, their only day-off on this intensive
working week. She felt warm and relaxed, extremely relaxed, and she
suddenly noticed she was not wearing her nightgown. It was a moment
before it dawned that she had not gone to bed with it on the night before
and then the awful truth struck her fully in the chest. She remembered
vividly watching Diane and Cleophas making love by the pool, Herb Melville
stealing in, how embarrassed and vulnerable she felt at being caught doing
that to herself. How he had soothed her, reassured her, stroked her, and
ultimately seduced her, entering her from behind and taking her to the
heights of ecstasy. She shivered at the thought even as she berated
herself for her weakness. She was no a longer virgin, no longer the good
girl that her mother had taught her to be. She had become another one of
the many who did those dirty things with men. And the thought of it
caused her heart to beat faster. Now that she had done it once, she would
almost certainly be expected to do it again, what with Herb around and
lusting for her as he did. She recalled how he had lain beside her last
night, stroking her most sensitive areas and whispering in her ear the
sexiest things she could imagine, intimate details of how her face and
body looked to him, how sweet her pussy felt, how he wanted her always.
It had pleased her to have such power over such a powerful man, that her
body could bring her that power and joy while it gave pleasure and joy at
the same time. Running her hands up her inner thighs, she felt the thick
crust of Melville's dried cum caked in her pubic hair and on the inner
surfaces of her labia, and a wave of panic passed through her. Yes, she
had done it and received his hot, sticky, fertilizing seed into her most
private feminine passage, without having protected herself. She could
very well fall pregnant with Herb's child, swelling, round and grotesque,
for all to see until the baby appeared to declare her shame to the whole
world. She would be too ashamed to ever show her face at church again,
would never be able to look her mother in the eye.
The question in her mind was how to protect herself. It had never
been a problem before now, while she had remained meticulously untouched
by any man, to matter what the subtle feminine urges she was subject to
could bring. But now she was faced with the danger of being destroyed by
her own, new-found weakness. What would she do if Herb no, rather
when approached her again with his desires, which she had already found
herself too weak to resist. She supposed she should be looking for some
birth control pills, but where did you get such things up here in the
mountains? Could she leave for a few hours and run down to a doctor. What
about condoms? Cleophas and Diane and Vic and Sue obviously didn't use
them, so did anyone have them?
Did she dare refuse Herb the next time he wanted to make love to her?
Would he understand her fears, or even care? Could she refuse him, did she
have the strength? He had excited her to such a degree the night before
that she had melted before the power of his probing fingers and thrusting
penis. The chances were she would be weak again, next time he wanted to
use her body. Granted, she would have rather had her first experience
with Ron Wolter, but now that Herb had made her his, she felt herself
filled with admiration and adoration for the older man. She decided she
must be in love with him somehow. How else could she explain her
surrender to his lust last night and her physical longing this morning to
do it again? Rising, Cherie walked into the bathroom for a shower to
remove the residues of Herb's loving, his sperm from the inner surfaces of
her silky thighs, resolving to approach Diane and seek her advice.
Later, she found Diane in the gazebo among the trees behind the
house. The older girl was drinking a mai tai and smoking a cigarette and
she smiled pleasantly when she saw Cherie.
"How are you this morning, Cherie?" she said. "Enjoying your day
off?"
"I'm just fine, Diane," Cherie replied. "I just got up. I guess the
last two days' work has taken a lot of energy."
"It usually does on these things. Sometimes I wish I was just an
average typist, but I've got this talent for shorthand, you know, and
that's what they need us for up here."
"Shorthand was always easier for me than for a lot of other girls."
"You ever notice, though, that there aren't any older women here, or
fat and frumpy ones?"
Cherie thought a moment. "Is it always this way?"
"Always," Diane affirmed. "You've got to be able to do the job, but
doesn't it look like the job involves more than just secretarial skills?"
Cherie remembered last night with Herb and she nodded. "You've been here
before."
"I was here on the last one a year ago. The week starts out
intensive and the execs get a lot of things laid out for the year ahead,
or at least they think they do, but then things get more, well, festive
toward the end. I met Cleophas here last time."
Cherie repressed a grimace of distaste at the idea of making love to
the black man. "You've been, uh, together a year?"
Diane shook her head and smiled. "No, I was with...someone else.
Cleophas and I started going out a couple of months ago." Diane gazed
blankly at the trees as she remembered how she had begun sleeping with
Herb and every night and then, very unexpectedly, had been seduced by
Cleophas up in one of the rooms in the empty wing. He had been forceful
and would not be put off and Diane had surrendered to his masculine
strength and enormous cock. They had met secretly for the rest of the
week, in their certain room, and had become openly attached on returning
to the city. Herb had been disappointed, she knew, for he had mentioned
it to her in passing, but he had said no more about it and Diane's job had
never been in question, so she assumed the big man's ego had not been so
damaged.
"Diane," Cherie said diffidently, looking at her shoes. "Do you have
any of those things, those rubber things?"
"Rubber things?"
Cherie had trouble getting the word out. "Condoms?"
"What would I need condoms for?" Diane asked, then laughed. "If I told
Cleophas to wear one of those things, he'd leave me. No, I've got pills."
"Do you think you could lend me some?" Cherie asked in a quiet voice.
Diane stared at her. "You can get them from any doctor back in
town."
Cherie looked at her miserably. "But I need them now. I need
something now."
"Well, if you need them now, it's too late to start taking pills. Is
something going on that I don't know about?"
Cherie stared at Diane with eyes appealing for understanding. "So
who is it, Cherie?" Diane probed. "I thought you weren't the kind who
did."
Cherie remained silent, her mask beginning to crack. She didn't want
anyone to know, but she need help.
"So who have you been fucking?" Diane asked, and Cherie winced at the
sound of the forbidden word. "Not Vic, he was with Allison last night, I
know that. Ron? I know he likes you, but someone saw him with Sue late
last night. So who?" She waited for a reply. Sam Wilson? No, he was
drunk and almost asleep. Pete Brown? Cecil Parker, the Englishman?
"No!" Diane exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Not Herb.
You didn't go to bed with Herb?" But she read in Cherie's face that she
had hit right on it and she licked her lips as she remembered how the
Boss's expert cock had driven her crazy, again and again during the whole
week last year, even though she had had Cleophas on her mind.
"How was it?" Diane prodded. "Did you like it?"
Cherie stared at the other girl, then hid her face behind her hands.
"How was it?" Diane insisted.
Cherie dropped her hands to her lap. "I liked it," she confessed.
"It was very nice."
"I'll bet. How many times?"
"Just once."
"And you're afraid of getting pregnant."
Cherie nodded.
"Well, there's always a danger of that, but then again, you might be
all right. It only happened once."
"But," Cherie said hesitantly, "it might happen again."
Diane nodded. "Oh, it will, you can bet your little butt on that."
"But I'm frightened."
"Don't be frightened," Diane said flippantly. "Just fuck and forget
it. This only happens once a year, and if Herb likes you, you can't go
wrong, not in this company. Just keep him happy and you'll be riding in a
Mercedes."
Cherie sat looking at Diane and wondered if the older girl could ever
understand what was on her mind. There was a whole week to go up here at
the mansion and anything could happen, especially if she didn't protect
herself. She shook her head and fell silent, resolving to make the most
of the week and handle the problems later. That was all she could do.
* * *
Ron Wolter was having a hard time seeing past his frustration
concerning Cherie that was growing by the hour. Sure, he had had Sue
Midori at his disposal for sex, but Ron's desire for the innocent-faced
blonde was growing, not diminishing, with time.
It was Tuesday, three days and two nights after he had watched her
surrender her virginity to Herb Melville, and he had returned regularly to
the room that everyone but he and Sue thought was not being used and
watched the goings-on in there. Sunday afternoon, Ron had gazed longingly
at her as she returned from the gazebo and her talk with Diane and been
met by a smiling Herb. Adoringly, she had smiled back, and Ron was rent
with jealousy to see that look in her eyes for the middle-aged owner of
the corporation. Taking her hand, Herb had led her inside and up to her
room where from his secret room Ron had watched as the man had taken the
trembling and shy but pliant girl in his arms and kissed her, then
carefully undressed her, laid her on the bed to lick the tender, moist
split of her cunt and bring her to whimpering arousal, then hoisted
himself over her and fed his giant cock into that hot, wet hole between
her raised and parted white thighs. At that point, Ron had seen her eyes,
filled with a dark, smokey wonder, lock with those of the man on top of
her as he then began to fuck smoothly and deeply up between her legs.
Chewing his sleeve, Ron had seen again the erotic sight of the young girl
in the throws of ecstasy as Herb's gelatinous buttocks moved up and down
between her firm thighs, his thick, pink cock vanishing between her wide-
split pussy-lips while his enormous balls thwacked down between her spread
buttocks against her innocently exposed anus, her large breasts bulging
out to the sides beneath the pressure of his hairy chest. She had lost
all control, kissing the man and enfolding him in her arms and legs,
grunting and coming while he filled her with his hot creamy seed again.
Ron had become obsessed with her, following her at a distance around
the estate, unseen again when Herb had fucked her in the gazebo, seemingly
uncaring that anyone could see them. But by then the affair between the
Boss and the Secretary was known to everyone in the house. It was as if
Herb wanted everyone to know that he had himself another girl, even
younger and more beautiful than Diane, who had embarrassed him before, who
loved the feel of the fucking he gave her and was his alone.
It was because his ego had suffered a terrible blow when Diane had
taken up with his colleague. Ron happened to know that revenge was being
planned against her for that faut pas, something that would horrify Diane
if she heard about it. Herb had planned it for the last day, on Sunday,
when they always had a celebration for members of that exclusive party.
For special entertainment Herb had booked Vanessa Slade and her trained
German shepherd Diablo, and Diane was going to be doing a tandem act with
the dog. Cleophas didn't know about it yet, but he would have to go along
when the time came. Ron had no intention of telling anyone; it was none
of his business and it was not his place to try to upset the boss's plans.
But that was in the future. The past was much more vivid in Ron's
imagination. Herb had gone on using Cherie's increasingly willing and
responsive body. Last night after dinner he had taken her into the
library, just off the conference room, after the day's business had ended.
Ron had passed by the half-open door by chance and seen Cleophas and Diane
peeking through the aperture. Ron had joined them out of curiosity and
they had gestured him to silence.
Again Ron had found himself burning with frustration and jealousy as
he had seen what was going on. Their clothes were strewn over the floor
and Herb was sitting on the couch, feasting on her pink-nippled tits while
the girl kneeled, straddling his thighs, her plump, round asscheeks
bouncing up and down, his great cock vanishing between them. Her head was
thrown back, her breath rasping in her throat as her blonde hair flowed
over her shoulders and down her back like melted gold. With every
downward plunge of her lovely bottom, the perfect white globes rippled,
and each time they rose the fat cock emerged from within her and drew out
pink ridges of inner cunt flesh, while her innocently-exposed, pinkish
asshole winked from between her parted buttocks at the three who were
watching. It was a scene of supreme lewdness as far as Cherie was
concerned, taken from her usual passive role and put into an active
position. Herb was doing his best to convert her into a whore and he
appeared to be doing a damn good job of it.
So Ron was very preoccupied when he left the meeting at the noon
break on Tuesday. He had watched her all that morning, unable to keep his
thoughts on the work. Cherie's eyes were usually on Herb, not watching
Ron as much as she had the first two days, except once when he had caught
her gazing at him and she had averted her eyes when he saw her. It was as
if she were still interested in him but did not dare pursue that interest,
or that she now found herself too busy or too contented or too sexually
enthralled to divide her time.
So for Ron it was completely unforeseen when, as he was pacing in
frustrated nervousness up the hall a quarter of an hour after they had
broken for lunch he saw Cherie turn into the utility room, for some reason
or purpose. Ron stopped by the door, shaking and wondering what he
should, or could do. And then he steeled himself and turned in.
Closing the door part-way, he saw her searching on the shelves for
something.
"Need something?" he asked quietly.
Cherie turned, and her cheeks reddened and her breathing quickened.
She stammered a moment, then said, "I'm looking for a new steno book.
I've gone through mine already."
The girl herself was flustered at the sight of the man she thought
was the handsomest she had ever met. Ron had still not stopped appearing
to her as she slept, and last night he had made love to her in her dreams,
but that was all private to her and secret. No one, especially not Herb,
must ever know how she felt about the younger man. After all the intimate
hours they had spent together in the last three days, Herb would be
extremely offended to know that Cherie could not get her mind off Ron.
But seeing him now, here in this room where she had seen Vic and Sue
doing it Saturday afternoon, alone, had set her heart into a racing tempo.
Sex had taken place in this room, and now here she was face to face with
the man of her dreams. Her breasts heaved and she felt herself trembling
like a frightened doe.
Ron saw the heaving of those massive and shapely tits and was drawn
irresistibly forward to her.
"I think they're up here," he said, reaching up and encircling her
waist as he pulled a steno book off the top of the stack on one of the
upper shelves. "Here you go."
Taking it from him, she said, "Thank you. I had to get ready for the
two o'clock session." She smiled up at him, mindful that his arm was still
around her waist and the feeling of it made her weak. She seemed to sag
against him.
Ron gave the slightest pull and she fell against his chest. Both of
his arms encircled her and he pulled her again, harder, and her head fell
back, her mouth open to feed her needing lungs. Ron kissed that cherry-
lipped mouth, his tongue going into it and finding her own probing and
wet, her perfect teeth digging at his lips. Her breasts throbbed against
him and one of his hands dropped down to her ass to press her loins hard
against him. Cherie caught her breath at the more intimate touch and her
arms went around his neck.
"Oh, Ron, oh, Ron," she chanted, kissing the side of his neck. "Oh,
Ron, please stop, you've got to stop."
But Ron didn't stop. He blew in her ear and brought one hand up to
cup one of her superb, large breasts. He felt the nipple grow and slipped
his hand inside her gown's top to touch the bare skin of that lovely
mound. Cherie was fairly panting with excitement that she tried to, but
could not, suppress. He could feel her hips pushing against him in short,
hard movements and his fingers reached down and found the hem of her
dress, drawing it up in back until it bunched over his wrist and his hand
plunged down the back of her panties.
All the while, Cherie was panting and groaning, "Oh, no, oh, no, Ron.
Herb will kill me. He'll kill me." Yes, she was terrified that something
would happen here that would spoil her relationship with Herb, her boss
and her only lover. She certainly didn't want to be disloyal to the older
man, did not want to ever be that kind of a girl. One man at a time was
enough. She supposed she must be in love with Herb how else could she
explain the way he made her feel in bed?--but she was still so attracted
to Ron and excited by him that she knew she couldn't trust herself.
Ron had her dress unbuttoned now and one of her crimson nipples lay
hard, elongated and tingling against his lapping tongue and sucking lips.
His other hand was sliding between her bottom cheeks, the middle finger
stabbing and tickling at her moist, clenched asshole and then moving down
to the slit of her vagina from behind. He found that hair-rimmed hole
already wet with long pent-up sexual arousal as his middle finger slid
into her to the second knuckle. He had had no idea that he had been in
her thoughts for so long, that her every dream had been of him.
"Aaah," she groaned. "Oh, Ron, we can't do this. Herb will kill
me."
Ron groaned, knowing he should stop this lest the young girl run
afoul of her powerful, older lover, yet he could no more stop himself than
change the tides. With some difficulty, he slid two fingers up into her
slippery cunt and felt her squeeze him with those phenomenal muscles.
Damn, she was tight! His cock ached to feel the grip of that girlish
tightness and he knew he couldn't stop himself until he had experienced
that ecstasy. He began frigging her gently with his two fingers thrusting
up under her from behind. Her breath came in panting gasps in his ear.
The rampant young man kissed her cheeks, so very soft and smooth. He
just couldn't get enough of her sweet, fragrant flesh. He pushed that
rigid bulge of his hard cock against her belly, feeling her delicious
pussy wetly grasping his fingers and he wiggled his fingertips inside her.
Cherie groaned and widened her stance, giving him greater access to her
female core, and Ron pushed a third finger in with the other two, noticing
how she stretched to accommodate his invading digits while she groaned
with a slight discomfort. Of course, any cunt that could stretch to take
Herb Melville's mammoth cock could take three of his slender fingers.
Ron skinned her panties down her smooth legs and she shivered at the
wicked delight of having her ass bared to the air. "Oh, God!" she moaned.
"Oh, God, don't, please!"
"I can't help myself," Ron said, scooping one of her great breasts
out and bringing his mouth down to it. Cherie arched her back and pressed
her aching, swollen, pink nipple to his lips, her breath catching in her
lungs and then escaping in a series of gasps something like hiccups. She
was so excited, Ron could see, to be in his arms and he knew that all this
time that she had been seeming not to care about him she was secretly
wanting him to show her real love in a way the middle-aged Melville could
not. As his fingers gently probed the slick, soft inner surfaces of her
hot vagina, Ron could see that she was already near to coming just from
the emotional excitement of being with him, being touched intimately by
him. He felt her inner muscles spasming around his fingers, the juices
squelching out to dampen her inner thighs. She was so wet!
Ron carefully manoeuvred her around and lifted her up and set her
bare bottom on the edge of the counter, moving in between her thighs,
lifting them up so he could have access to her secret orifices. His mouth
fully on hers, he moved his thumb to her cuntal opening and his middle
finger to the tight, pink pucker of her anus, pushing in until his two
digits slid back and forth inside her, parallel to each other and almost
touching through the delicate, thin walls of her dual passages.
Cherie cried out in uncontrollable excitement, lifting her thighs
high and wide as he plundered her most private channels of pleasure. Her
mind screamed that she was behaving sluttishly, and that she was inviting
the wrath of her boss, but as Ron finger-fucked her, she jacked her knees
slowly up and down, her feet slowly waving in the air behind him. The
young man kissed her deeply, trying to muffle her cries with his mouth,
still afraid that they might be discovered and bring Herb's anger down on
her head and resentment down on his own, but he was enjoying this
fulfillment of his dreams so much that he could not bring himself to back
off and desist.
* * *
Cleophas Powell heard the sound as he was returning to the conference
room for some papers he had left there. He was in a hurry to get back to
Diane for some lunch-time sex, and he used the heel of his hand to shift
his elephantine cock to a more comfortable position when it began to swell
when thoughts of Diane's lovely body dominated his mind.
There it was again. The sound, like a young woman in pain. But his
experience in this house was that no woman was in pain, ever, and he
instantly recognized the tones of Cherie's soft, sweet voice raised in
ecstasy. His first thought was that it was she and Herb Melville again,
making use of a new and exciting place to have sex, and the admiration
that he had felt for the girl's beauty on the other occasion when he had
seen her naked in Herb's arms led him to turn aside at the linen closet
and peek through the crack in the door.
It was always a pleasant surprise to take the first look in on a
couple locked in the throes of passion, and this was no exception. Had it
been Diane herself that he now discovered with another man, Cleophas would
not have been disgusted, only surprised. Now he found the sight of the
lovely Cherie, brought to the boiling point, a pleasant and startling
novelty. She was writhing in uncontrolled ecstasy, her sweet face
contorted and flushed with excitement; she was not acting the shy and
compliant sex partner that she had with her older lover in the library the
day before. Her blouse and skirt were bunched around her waist, her bra
and panties lying on the floor. Her big, delicious breasts jiggled with
the shivering motions of her shoulders as she jerked at the touch of
fingers and tongue. Her eyes were half-open but unseeing and her golden
hair flowed back over her bare shoulders. Her knees and thighs were
lifted and widely parted, exposing the split of her crotch running all the
way from the butter-coloured down of her pubis to the smooth, hairless
meridian of her perineum and the defenseless dimple of her asshole beneath
that.
It was the identity of the man who had three of his fingers sunk in
her cunt-hole that surprised Cleophas. It was Ron Wolter! He was letting
his lust get the better of him when everyone knew that Herb had spoken for
the girl, body and soul. It was a revelation for Cleophas, and he swore
with envy, for he had desired the beautiful Cherie but had stayed clear of
her out of respect for Herb. To think that all this time, while he had
burned to enjoy the young secretary's body, he had kept himself in check,
thinking that she would not care to share herself with other men and was
keeping herself for the boss exclusively. Now he knew that that was a
misunderstanding on his part. Obviously, she was making the most of all
the men in the house this week.
So why had she not given him an invitation? There was no reason or
excuse for holding herself back from the best cock in California.
Now Cleophas watched mesmerized as Ron unfastened his pants and let
them fall to the floor and his throbbing hard prick sprang forth. Then,
taking that angry-looking red cock in his hand, he directed it toward the
girl's vermillion cunt-slit, drawing his three glistening fingers from
that wet raw-looking opening.
Cherie began shaking her head weakly, looking down at the penis that
now threatened to destroy her by destroying her relationship with Herb. A
few days before she would have been terrified of the sight of a man's
penis, repulsed by the ugly sight of it, but now in her sexually-awakened
state she thought she had never seen anything so beautiful or that she
wanted so much. Because it was Ron's she wanted to possess it, feel it
inside her, but still she was terrified of what sex with him would mean
for her. She would be lover to two men, and only dirty women had more
than one lover in their lives or heaven forbid at one time.
"No, no, you mustn't," she moaned, the muscles of her inner thighs
quivering with arousal. "Please, don't do it to me."
But Ron wasn't listening. With unerring accuracy his cockhead pushed
against that throbbing opening and then popped inside. Cherie's voice
rose as Ron eased his penis, at first slowly, deep into her hungry, tight
vagina, groaning with delight as he felt the caress of her delicate cuntal
walls. Then, levering up on the balls of his feet, he gave a firm push
and slid his shaft deep into her ravenous, fear-tightened vagina.
Cherie and Ron crooned in each other's ears as he immediately
initiated his deep fucking motions up between her parted white thighs.
His normal-sized penis, though not as large as Herb's was, big enough to
provide Cherie with the deep, intimate caress she craved from this man she
had adored from afar. With each strong thrust of his hips, his cock
sluiced in in a wet rush, his heavy balls swinging into the sensitive cup
of her anus below with a tiny plop that Cleophas could hear.
The girl's head spun with the romance of it all, the dream come true
of making love, real love, to such an oh-so-handsome man. Her months of
dreaming about this man that she had seen walking in and out of the doors
of power at the Intercorp Trading Company had now become a reality, and
suddenly the sex act didn't seem so wrong anymore. Yes, they were doing
it in the linen closet on the sly, but she felt a pure emotional
attraction to this wonderful, beautiful, young gentleman. This was real
love she felt in her heart and she now felt a real regret that she had
allowed Herb to seduce her and take what she would much rather have given
lovingly to Ron Wolter. She hated herself for letting her lust get the
better of her and though she couldn't deny the feelings the older man had
aroused in her and the fulfillment he had given her, she felt now that she
only wanted Ron to do this to her for the rest of her life. She had never
felt this way before, felt as if she had never made love before in her
life, and these romantic feelings of deep love served to make her
incredibly exciting and pleasureful experiences with Herb seem minor
indeed.
Ron established a rhythm with his loving fuck-strokes and Cherie
sighed, opening herself wide to give him access to deeper parts of her
beyond which Herb's cock had already reached and plundered. She felt his
heavy balls caressing the inner curves of her wide-spread buttocks as his
penis reached the apex of each thrust. She felt that her womb opened wide
to engulf his swollen cock-head as it pushed in pleasurably against her
tender cervix. In. And Out. And in and out and in again.
Cleophas, watching from the hall, rubbed his hungry cock through his
pants. Damn, but he wanted to fuck this hot little bitch. He had never
seen such a beautiful girl, and she had acted the perfect lady on her
arrival at the house and always after, but now he could see that she liked
sex as much as any woman and a lot more than most. The sight of her pink
pussy clutching the hard length of Ron's unimposing cock filled him with
envy and lust. Her shapely legs were bent at the knees and her painted
toes were pointing at the wall behind her grunting lover. Her big breasts
were squeezed between her upper arms as her fingers were hooked around his
waist, her nails scoring the flesh of his lower back. Her full, baby-doll
lips were parted, opening wider and then narrowing with each panting
breath she took when his penis plowed into the raw hole of her vagina,
spreading the delicate, furry labia outward. Each stroke made a wet
slurping sound and Cleophas could see a small stream of her lubricating
juices running over her exposed, pink anus to puddle on the edge of the
counter on which she was perched.
Ron felt nothing but the pleasure her wonderful pussy-hole was giving
to his cock as the silky walls rippled lovingly over the head and entire
length of the shaft. He could hear nothing but her cries of passion and
joy, and it crossed his mind that if anyone happened to be passing by they
would surely hear her moans and stop to investigate, and that if Herb
found out about this Cherie would be in real trouble. And never mind
that, what would happen if he made her pregnant! But her clutching, wet
cunt had robbed him of all discretion or control. He had to fuck her and
fuck her and fuck her until he came, until he could explode inside her and
flood her feminine channel with his sperm to nullify the seed Herb had
already bathed the insides with on so many occasions.
Cleophas watched her happily fucking away, her round asscheeks
rolling back and forth on the counter to dip the swollen red bud of her
clitoris down against Ron's cock as it withdrew, then up to open her
crotch to him as he plunged forward again and again. The black man pushed
the door open a little wider so that he could see better and just at that
moment Cherie's face, flushed rosy with arousal, turned toward him.
The girl's gaze fell on Cleophas' dark face and locked with his dark,
lustful brown eyes. She froze, her eyes widening. Oh, no! her mind
screamed with alarm. Cleophas is there, watching. He can see us, see
Ron's hard thing slipping up into my vagina! She tried to still her body,
tried to force herself to twist away and cover herself, but Ron's penis
tunnelled into her cunt again, and yet again, on and on and on until her
gaze wavered and went misty. For now her world was trapped in her quaking
loins as her young lover pounded his excited, hard cock into her at a
steady rhythm.
Suddenly, Cherie cried out as she felt her climax lance through her
like spears and her eyes swung once again to Cleophas' attentive face,
consciously locking with his. Her body arched forward and her thighs
squeezed Ron's hips as she began to come in spastic jerks, her tight, hot
vagina clamping down on his rigidly fucking cock, her secretions flooding
into her vibrating channel of love to bathe that ramming shaft. The eyes
of the watcher widened as Ron's penis swelled and began to throb, his
balls jerking in the cleft of her ass as the thick, creamy gift of his
semen poured out the end of his shaft and into Cherie's gratefully
receiving cunthole. She gave a loud sob and clung to him with arms and
legs as he emptied his sperm into her quaking, spasming pussy. Hot juices
gushed out of her slit against his belly and she pressed her mouth to his
ear.
"Give it to me, Ron darling," she crooned, her eyes locking with
those of Cleophas once again, just for a moment. "Give it all to me."
And he did exactly that. He thought that he would never stop coming
and Cherie thought his ejaculation would never end, would fill her until
it burst from her mouth and ran down her chin. It coated her inner
vaginal surfaces and dribbled out and down the crease of her bottom
beneath where the penis lay deep inside her. Ron continued to jerk wildly
against her and inside her, his cock spitting its creamy offering in great
globs until his climaxing testicles stopped banging into the cleft of her
ass and he held the throbbing shaft planted deeply while the last drops of
sperm oozed into her and his heartbeat slowed.
Cherie clung to Ron in desperate love, kissing his neck, her arms and
legs locked around him while his penis shrunk slowly, retreating down her
love-channel until it popped from the loving, wet grip of her well-fucked
cunt. Slowly, they began to relax, Cherie's legs moving lower until her
toes touched the floor. Ron drew back and looked into the dilated pupils
of her eyes. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her pink
nipples were hard and red. She smiled shyly and turned to pick up her bra
and rearrange her clothing. With a shiver of embarrassment, she darted
her hand downward to scoop up a large glop of sperm that had leaked from
her satiated vagina and run down the inside of her right thigh.
Ron pulled up his pants. "We'd better get back before someone sees
us," he whispered. "We don't need anyone to talk."
"No, we don't," Cherie said quietly. She paused and her eyes darted
over to the crack in the door where she had seen, much to her horror,
Cleophas watching them in the grip of their driving lust. Was he still
there? Why was he watching? Would he tell Herb Melville what he had seen?
And if he told, what would the big man do? Would he fire her? Would he
still want to make love to her himself? These were all questions that she
felt would be answered in time.
Meanwhile, she felt like a slut. Four days ago she had arrived at
the house a virgin. Now, she had already had sex several times, and with
two different men, and in very strange positions and locations. Had she
become a slave to the demands of her body; was she just born that way and
had her experiences here unleashed that animal instinct? She wondered if
she could control herself?
And what would she do when Herb next approached her with his desires?
Would she push him away and deny him the pleasure he had come to expect
from her, remembering that she was in love with Ron and that she wanted no
other man now? Or would she yield to the big man and give him her body
once again, and then again, in spite of the danger of becoming pregnant
and in spite of her love for Ron? In that case, would she lie still and
endure his penis between her legs, or would she become aroused as before
and lose herself in his wild and fulfilling lovemaking?
Cherie glanced again at the door and saw that Cleophas was no longer
there. Of course he did not want Ron to know that he had been watching
them. So she would be alone with her embarrassment and her fear of what
the black man might do. She had often seen him watching her with apparent
interest of some sort, but interest in what she did not know. He was
making love to Diane nightly, so she doubted that he was interested in her
sexually. The thought of his desiring her gave her a frisson of fear and
revulsion, for she had no desire to be touched by a black man. Yes, she
had admired his muscular body when he had seen her by the pool with Diane,
his frame well over six feet tall, with bulging and rounded muscles,
great, powerful legs and buttocks, and rippling back sinews. But she had
always been taught that the mixing of the races was wrong and the idea of
having a baby that was half-black seemed to her the nadir of degradation.
Of course, that was Diane's problem, for Cherie would not go near him,
ever.
So what was it that made him watch her so closely and with such great
interest as they all sat around the conference table working? Did he know
that she had been watching him and Diane making love in the open the first
two nights of her stay here? If so, she thought she must die of the shame.
To be known as a voyeur on top of being the sex toy of the boss was far
more than she could bear. She was almost certain that everyone knew that
Herb was coming to her at night in her room, for Ron's discreet and secret
approach to her today showed a distinct desire to keep any liaison between
himself and Cherie from being known to the boss.
Cherie just didn't know what to think, of Herb, Ron, or Cleophas.
She made up her mind not to try to think about it and save herself the
anxiety. In just five more days they would be returning to the city and
life would regain its normal rhythm, without the intrigues associated with
this big, beautiful, hedonistic house in the mountains.
Looking up at Ron, she asked, "Will I see you again?"
Ron smiled. "Do you want to?"
Cherie looked down and nodded hesitantly. "But I don't want our, uh,
friendship to cause any problems with my job."
"I understand," Ron said, giving her hand a squeeze. "We'll be very
careful. Now I think I'd better go first, and I'll see you after lunch."
And with an affectionate backward glance at her, he slipped out the door.
Cherie bent and picked up her panties, slipping them on. Life had
become so complicated now that she had been intimate with two different
men in such a short time. The possible consequences of unprotected sex
filled her with dread. Why couldn't she control herself?
Shaking her head in despair, Cherie went to her room for a shower.
* * *
The next morning, Ron Wolter lay in the bed in the room near Cherie's
that no one knew he used. It had been a hard night after a very difficult
day. He had sat with the group in the conference room through that
afternoon, unable to take his eyes from Cherie, unable to keep his mind on
his work. Cherie dared to look into his eyes and smile but only once, but
she kept glancing apprehensively at Cleophas, who watched her fixedly and
smiled knowingly at her whenever she chanced to glance his way.
Ron knew that Herb was holding the girl's hand under the table at
times, saw her smile cooly at Herb when he perhaps stroked her leg under
the table. The young man was hoping, wanting her to get up, slap the old
man, and come flying into his arms, but he knew she could not do that.
She had to go along with the boss as long as they were on his junket, and
Ron appreciated that. But he dreamed of having her all to himself.
After work, they had all departed and Ron noticed that Cleophas edged
close to the girl and lewdly palmed her plump ass while Herb wasn't
looking. He saw the girl look up at him fearfully, for some reason afraid
to say anything. Then they had dinner and Ron sneaked up to his secret
room to stand guard of his secret love.
He had watched her approvingly as she had dressed in her jeans and
flannel shirt to go out for a walk, not in the enticing nightgown she had
put on the night before to wait for the intimate attentions of Herb and
his giant fucking cock. She was really trying to get out of the room for
a walk in the forest, away from Herb so that she could avoid another
session with him, and Ron had begun to leave the room to somehow contrive
to meet her out there in the trees in the warm evening to enjoy an encore
of this afternoon's meeting in the linen closet, when he had seen the door
open and an expectant Herb Melville walk in. If only she had gotten out
five minutes earlier, she would have been clear and Ron would not have
been forced to watch what had happened later.
At first the girl had not responded readily to his kissing and
caressing of her ripe body Her arms hung at her sides while the older man
stroked over her jean-clad thighs, butt, and tits. Then her pink nipples
hardened and distended and her blonde head dropped back. Her knees went
weak and she had begun to relax and he had removed her clothing piece by
piece, spread her on the bed and licked her pussy, and then, when she was
thrashing on the sheets with a hot need, he had levered himself over her
and used his fist to guide his huge penis into her dear, sweet vagina, to
the hilt, then began a smooth experienced fucking motion, battering her
with his body while she whimpered and moaned with growing delight. She
had come, and come again, her juices flowing like a river until Herb had
finally given a guttural groan and expended himself inside her, mingling
his seed with what Ron had flooded her with earlier.
They had lain together quietly for an hour, and then Melville had
returned to his own sumptuous quarters, leaving the tender beauty rosy-
cheeked, well-fucked, and radiant on the bed where she had lain until
regaining her senses. Wiping tears from her face she had arisen, showered
and dressed herself, and gone out for a walk in the trees behind the
mansion. Ron hurried out and found her there in the shadows.
When she saw him, she gave a start, but then she ran to him and he
took her in his arms, stroking her tenderly while she sobbed on his
shoulder, and forgiving her for what he knew was not her fault. How could
she tell a man like Herb no? And once she had let him touch her as she
knew she must, how could she not respond? She nuzzled her face against his
neck and cried hot tears, and he knew why she was crying and did not ask
her to explain.
After that, they had walked and talked quietly, speaking of another
meeting, under more discreet and secure circumstances than those of their
first encounter in the linen closet. They held hands, and spoke of
returning to the city and going out to dinner at nice restaurants
together. Then, after two lovely, romantic hours, they parted with a
deep, warm kiss and returned to their respective rooms.
But Ron didn't want to lose sight of her so he went to the empty room
next to hers and spent the night in the dark looking at her beautiful
body, naked to keep cool in the summer heat, stretched out on the bed.
Now he watched her lying there on her side with her front toward him,
her pink-nippled tits enticing him, her thighs lying gracefully together,
and the sunlight glistening on the golden tips of her pubic curls. She
was the loveliest sight he had ever seen and he knew that he wanted to be
able to wake up to the sight of her forever.
Ron watched her quietly, peaceful as she slept, his cock stiffening
with arousal while he viewed her perfect, white body glowing in the
morning light, and at that moment he noticed that her door was being
slowly opened from outside.
* * *
Cleophas Powell walked quietly up the hall toward the room where he
knew Cherie was staying. As he carefully and silently pushed the door
inward it occurred to him that from where she slept, she could have easily
looked out and seen the unabashed antics of him and Diane a few nights
previously, and he understood why Herb had ordered them to do what they
did down by the pool instead of in the privacy of their bedroom, where it
would not have breached house protocol as they did in having wild
intercourse at the poolside.
Cleophas gave a quiet sigh at the sight of her beautiful body
innocently displayed in sleep. To make sure she really wasn't awake, he
whispered her name at a volume that would have got the attention of anyone
who was awake, but she didn't move. He stood there, wondering if he
should wake her up, tell her he had seen her fucking Wolter in the storage
room, and coerce her as little as possibly necessary into putting her body
at his disposal for the next hour, before getting dressed and going down
to the daily grind. He stood there, nearly salivating at the sight of her
body, the crevice of her ass, the creamy-skinned, flowing columns of her
legs, the strong expanse of her back, the buttery sweep of her blonde
hair. It was a pity to have to wake her, and then he had an idea.
Carefully, he unbuckled his belt.
* * *
Ron Wolter bolted upright on the bed as he saw Cleophas steal into
the room, pause to gape at the girl's lovely nakedness, and then begin to
undress. His eyes grew wide with horror as he began to understand what
the black man had in mind. He saw Cleophas drop his pants, baring the
giant, rounded muscles of his chest and arms, the rippled sinews of his
belly, and the powerful ebony pillars of his legs. Ron had had no idea
how well-built his black colleague was, down to the twisting cords of
muscle at his knees and bulges of his calves. And the enormous penis that
sprang forth from the curly wool of his crotch filled him with dread for
the girl, for there was no doubt that he meant to do to Cherie what was
most natural to any healthy man like Cleophas, what he himself and Herb
had already done. It was of such a great size, hard and slightly curved
like a rhino horn, dark and sleek and gnurled with twisting, purple veins
and crowned with a flaring, mushroom-like head whose flanges spread to
well over two and a half inches. In spite of his body-builder's physique
and size, standing there with that awesome instrument jutting out
massively into the room, he looked a bit like a small boy endowed with a
grown man's penis, so out of proportion was it in comparison to Ron's own
normally- and unimpressively-sized one. With horror, Ron saw the large
hole in the end of Cleophas' cock, pink-lipped and exuding a flow of clear
lubricating fluid that hung from the tip, a four-inch string of slippery
goo that swung back and forth from the knob when he took his steps toward
the bed.
Ron saw Cleophas crawl onto the bed behind the slumbering girl, his
leaking prick trailing a string of slime across the bedspread, and lie
behind her. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder softly, reverently, and
then ran his fingertips slowly down her waist to the curve of her hip.
Cherie stirred, rubbing her soft cheek on her arm where it lay, and, to
Ron's dismay, stayed asleep. He had hoped she would awake, discover her
visitor, and resist Cleophas' unsolicited attentions, but she remained
solidly within the dream that seemed to be keeping a contented half-smile
on her face.
* * *
Cleophas could not believe the soft perfection of her skin. She
stirred slightly at his touch, softly murmured, "Oh, Ron!" and stayed
obligingly asleep. Her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever
touched, warm and smooth and tender, and he reached over her and palmed
her large breast and felt the pink nipple respond immediately to the light
pressure of his fingers. His lips brushed over her shoulder, her back,
and the fragrant round cushions of her buttocks. She was divine, she
smelled divine.
Pressing ahead, his face close to her bottom, Cleophas gently pushed
his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, searching for the orifices he
knew would bring him pleasure within a few moments. He found her anus,
that tiny, puckered, hole with its pink halo, and he held her asscheeks
apart so he could watch it twitch in innocent reaction as he blew his warm
breath across it. And just a fraction of an inch away he found the moist
slit of her vagina between the furry, fat labia. When he lifted her upper
thigh, the moist, pink lips of her cunt flowered open, and he could not
refrain from running one of his thick, strong fingers directly through
that opening and deeply into the warm, feminine channel beyond, feeling
the tight, silky passage gripping him instinctively. He shuttled his
finger back and forth in her slippery cuntal grasp, and the juices flowed
and began to soak the whole tender, hairy area. He found the red clitoris
and worked it carefully, gently, while the sensitive bud of flesh puffed
up and emerged from its hooded sheath, and he found her automatically
lifting her leg to give him easier access to that sensitive area.
Tiny moans began issuing from her throat and she uttered Ron's name
once again. Cleophas laughed to himself at the thought that in her dream
she was making love to Ron while in reality it would be his, Cleophas's,
cock that was fucking her sweet, young pussy. He began to stroke his
mammoth penis, which throbbed with a rhythmic beat, a huge black prong
like a tree's branch growing from his loins. Before Ron's horrified eyes
the head flared like the hood of an angry cobra ready to strike, the hole
in the end blooming and oozing more clear, viscous liquid.
In the other room, Ron sprang up and dressed in desperation while the
black man moved up behind the unsuspecting girl, who still hovered on the
fringe of wakefulness. He lifted her upper leg and dropped it behind his
hip, laying the broad, blunt tip of the gigantic shaft between the spread
lips of her pussy.
* * *
In her dream, Cherie was in Ron's arms, trembling with excitement and
love while he removed her clothes, his fingers searching out the moist
recesses that brought her pleasure, sliding inside, his breath blowing
across those sensitive spots, kissing her lovingly while she pressed her
body against his nakedness as hard as she could. She was so in love and
with Ron in a paradise of passion.
* * *
Ron dashed out into the hall, intending to go to Cherie's room and
crash in on what was essentially an act of rape against a sleeping girl.
And then he stopped. He saw Herb standing there in the hall talking
seriously with Allison and showing no sign of being about to move. Ron
didn't dare let the boss see him running up the stairs toward Cherie's
room as it would draw attention and perhaps Cleophas and Cherie would be
discovered in what would no doubt be a very incriminating circumstance for
her, thus inviting Herb's vengeance. He stood a moment in feverish
indecision and then slowly turned and went back to the room he had just
left.
He found the scene advanced just a little, but at a critical
juncture. Cherie's eyes were half-open and she was churning her hips in
that familiar way of hers as the urgency of her feelings grew. Two of
Cleophas' dark brown fingers were spreading her glistening, pink pussy
lips apart and the shiny, bloated cockhead was pushing back and forth
between those blossoming labia, threateningly, as the very tip sought the
opening. Back and forth it slid on the film of his and her secretions,
brushing across the tender, wet hole, searching for the precise point of
entry, there, at the small slit between the puffy outer lips, her anus
clenching spasmodically in anticipation, and then at last, suddenly, the
broad, blunt tip of the cockhead caught there in that tiny pink loop of an
opening, which reluctantly began to stretch, yielding to the inexorable
male power of that massive shaft.
Cherie's eyes opened wide now in full consciousness and she smiled as
she felt her grateful vagina opening to what she had dreamed and now
thought was Ron's beloved penis, and she seemed to be looking straight at
him, her lover of preference, when her mouth formed his name and he heard
her say, "Oh, Ron, do it to me!"
Ron bit the back of his hand in dismay and then saw the great purple
flaring head of Cleophas' cock pop inside her yielding cunthole and
disappear into her delectable, delicate vagina. Her mouth and eyes opened
wide as she felt her girlish orifice stretched like never before, but the
pressure of the spongy cockhead against the sensitive front wall of her
cunt brought a moan of pleasure even as she felt the discomfort of the
massive entry. Ron could see her pink labia part and her slit being
obscenely split and spread by the huge, horse-like penis as the black
scrotum, weighted with testicles larger than golf balls, came to rest on
the inside of her lower thigh.
Cleophas flexed his hips and buttocks with a deep grunt and drove
upward into Cherie's tight vagina. He caught his breath and then gave a
groan as her snug, wet pussy walls slid sensuously over his cock's head,
sending millions of needles of unbearable pleasure lancing from that
sensitive knob into his loins, and her damp pubic hair brushed the length
of the shaft as it followed the throbbing knob deep into her reluctantly
yielding passage. Drawing back slightly, he drove into her again, a bit
deeper this time, and then again and again and again, carefully,
deliberately, a little deeper each time until nearly the entire ten inches
was sheathed in her wet warmth with each stroke.
With each invading thrust, Cherie gave a tiny, breathy grunt of
surprised pleasure. She had never done it in exactly this position and
she could not deny that it felt strange, different, and, yes, very, very
pleasant. She felt a huge invasion of her inner softness and because of
how big the penis felt, it occurred to her that it was possibly not Ron's,
much more probably Herb Melville's, so she bit her lip at the thought that
she had uttered the name of her younger lover aloud.
Cleophas began fucking with long, smooth strokes that delved into the
girl's fertile womb deeper than she had ever before been entered, then
drew out out until the flanges of the corona caught at the rim of her
vagina with a soft, liquid plop. And in again, feeling her muscles
instinctively clamp down on the cock that was giving her more and more
pleasure with every stroke, the head driving up and down the delicate
channel like a loving piston, oiled by her own glands with each deep,
probing stroke. The black man's powerful thighs surged against her spongy
bottom, spreading the round cheeks, his bristly, coarse pubic hair
pressing tightly into the cleft and tickling her tender asshole, driving
her mad with excitement.
Whimpering with pleasure, Cherie moved her hips strongly backward and
then forward in small, twisting circles.
In and out, in and out, and she felt her womb expand with every
incredibly deep stroke. And just as she was about to twist around and
confront her mysterious lover, he increased the tempo, depth and strength
of his fucking strokes. driving inside her as high as her navel. Cherie
cried out with joy and her hips followed his rhythm as she writhed on the
bed in graceful undulations, her left leg lifted high to grant full access
to her steaming depths to the unknown lover's incredible, pleasure-giving
prick. It felt so good, soooo gooooood, each delicious fuck that drove so
wonderfully up into the hot, tight, wet channel of her widely split cunt.
Lewd liquid slurping sounds accompanied each lovely thrust. It felt so
good that it was a long time before Cherie realized that it didn't quite
feel like Herb's soft paunch pushing against her ass and when she slid her
hand down her belly to tentively touch the in-pushing cock she knew that
that huge member was much too large to be that of her beloved Ron. With a
sharp intake of breath it dawned that it was the cock of neither of her
chosen lovers that was drawing pleasure from and giving such joy to her
sizzling young cunt.
Ron stood in the shadows of his room, gnashing his teeth with rage.
The poor girl had been truly fooled into thinking that this was someone
with her whom she had been with before. He could see her beautiful body
jerking on the mattress, her left hand hooked around that upper thigh to
pull it high and away from the other; her big, round breasts lolling on
her chest, almost defying gravity; the fluffy bush at the point of
penetration where her pussy lips were doubled over, spread so wide and
stretched thin around the unbelievable, shining girth of the black, vein-
gnurled penis. It drew out with an audible wet sound, then vanished again
into the girl's white belly, over and over. Each thrust she received with
a tiny, hiccuping whimper. She seemed lost in passion, the pure joy of
fucking and being fucked.
Cherie cried out again and again with a joy she had never felt
before. The power of the huge cock was more than she could deny. She
knew she had to kiss this man, this unknown lover, join her mouth to his
even as their genitals were joined now. Wetting her lips and opening
them, she turned her head to meet this fantastic lover.
And found herself staring into the dark eyes and face of Diane's
lover Cleophas.
"Oh!" she cried, stilling the movements of her body, her gaze frozen
in horrified fascination on the man's passionate, dark face. "Oh, it's
you!" she gasped, trembling head to toe, feeling more exposed and invaded
and shamed than ever before in her life even while her entire body glowed
in the extremes of her excitement.
Cleophas moved his strong brown hand up to cover her large, heaving
left tit, trapping the throbbing nipple between the knuckles and twisting
gently so that the rubbery pink nubbin twanged on the firm mound.
Grinning, he pulled her tightly back against him and, flexing his
massively muscled thighs, slowly thrust his ebony shaft up into her pussy
as deep as it would go, holding it there, making it pulse and swell
rhythmically. A flood of her juices which she could not control squelched
out and bathed his already soaking balls.
"No, no!" she breathed, feeling her cunt expand and burn with a fire
she she could not control. "Please, don't do that. I didn't know it was
you." Cleophas made his prick throb again in her burning pussy and Cherie,
shivering, moaned at the sensation. "Oh, please stop doing it!"
The black man drew his cock out almost all the way, then pushed it
firmly and deeply up into her cunt again. With a chuckle, he said, "You
didn't know it was me? Who else could it be? Who else has a cock like
mine? And you've seen it before, haven't you." He drew back and fucked in
again. "Haven't you?" And out it came and then in again with a slurpy,
wet sound that embarrassed the girl and made her cheeks blush bright pink.
"Haven't you?"
Cherie's eyelashes fluttered with the feeling of his masterful
fucking and her hips followed his motion just once without her being able
to control herself. "Yes," she whispered.
"You saw me fucking Diane and you wanted it too." Out, in, out, in,
her silky cunt walls involuntarily driving him crazy with her pussy's
reluctant caress. "Didn't you?"
"No, no," she moaned, her eyes falling shut and the breath sobbing in
and out of her lungs as she strove to control the depth of her feelings.
Cleophas fucked her harder and a bit faster, the searing feelings in his
own loins threatening to make him lose what control he did have. Each
slow, delving stroke stretched her small, inexperienced vagina and sent
lightening bolts of pleasure lancing up from her cuntal opening to the
pink tips of her tits and from the tip of his cock into the depths of his
loins, making his balls burn to unleash their virile load of sperm.
Cleophas fucked her smoothly for a couple of minutes and neither of them
spoke, both of them only mindlessly giving voice to a blended chorus of
moans and sighs of joy. Then he slid his hand down her belly to the furry
mound and his finger slipped into the soaking split to find her pulsating
clitoris and he pushed it back and forth in time to the shuttling
movements of his cock in the silken channel of her vagina, and gradually
her hips resumed their circular movements around the axis of his penis.
Ron Wolter had broken out in a sweat as he watched the girl he loved
fall into rhythm with the black man and become one with the giant invading
black phallus sliding smoothly up between the pink lips of her defiled
vagina. He watched her slowly raise her upper thigh again high and wide
while her body undulated with a sensuous grace. It appeared that she no
longer cared to whom the cock was attached, only that it was a cock and
that it was giving her more joy than she had ever felt.
"You do like it, don't you, Cherie," Cleophas crooned. "You really
do love it."
And Cherie gasped, "Yes, yes, yes I do, I can't help it." She thrust
her pussy downward over his huge cock a few more times. "Oh, it feels so
good! So good." And her body began shaking as she came within a few fucks
of her explosive climax.
Cleophas stopped suddenly and slowly drew his penis from the tight
muscular grip of her vagina, and with a wet sound the knob popped free,
trailing a clear string of his fluids. Cherie opened her eyes and gave an
oh of disappointment, but Cleophas rolled her onto her belly and pulled
her from behind so that she moved up onto her hands and knees. This was a
position Cherie knew well since Herb had taught it to her and, without
thinking about it, she reached between her legs and guided the broad tip
of his cock to her pulsing pussy, grimacing as the flaring head once again
broke through the tiny ring of the opening and the shaft was driven again
into her steaming depths. Cherie raised her hips, angling her vagina to
give him the best access she could, her lower back describing a downward
curve and Cleophas gave a growl of incredible pleasure as he sheathed the
entire colossal length of his ebony cock in her wetness. Cherie began
moving automatically and to the watching Ron Wolter she and Cleophas
looked like nothing so much as a white unicorn mare being mounted by a
rutting black stallion. She was so beautiful and looked a trifle wild as
she gave herself up to her most animal passions and began bucking back
against the thrusting, fucking, sweating man kneeling behind her luscious,
round asscheeks and driving his huge black penis up into her tender
vagina.
* * *
Herb Melville finished his conversation with Allison and turned to
climb the stairs to Cherie's room. He wanted to see her in private before
they started work, maybe make love to her if there was time. He was
becoming quite attached to her and just the sight of her and knowing she
was his and remembering the feeling of making love to her gave him a warm
glow and made him happy all day long. He hurried his footsteps up the
stairs toward her room.
Outside her door he froze, staring at the floor while he listened for
a repeat of that unmistakeable sound. He knew the sound for he had heard
it from her before, when she was thrashing in a sexual frenzy in his arms.
It was a moan of supreme pleasure, like a groan of tortured pain, and the
voice was her own, clear, youthful soprano. What was she doing? Was she
fingering herself, unfulfilled this morning? Herb pushed the painting on
the wall aside and peered through the peephole.
Herb looked, rubbed his eyes to clear them, and looked again at the
most surprising, lewd sight he had seen in a long time. Cherie was there
in the dog position, gazing lovingly and passionately back over the
grinding hump of her bottom at her black lover as he thrust the full
length of his thick, ten-inch black cock into her open vagina. Cleophas'
prick glistened with her thick juices as her tender, pink inner pussy
flesh clung to it with each out-stroke and then vanished back inside each
time pushed forward into her, again and again. Her buttocks were spread
wide by the position of her legs and the wide, pinkish halo of her anus
flashed up from between them, the innocent hole winking and twitching.
Herb saw the black man use both hands to spread her ass wide and then one
of his cunt-wettened thumbs sank inside her rectum as if she were some
kind of white, human bowling ball. Her beautiful white ass was churning
in that familiar way as Cleophas fucked her, plunging his black cock into
her sucking cunt over and over again, the black shaft disappearing into
her white flesh, then emerging, shining wetly, with a soft sucking sound.
The bunched muscles of his black butt moved strongly forward and back,
driving the great shaft, and his skin shone with sweat.
Herb ground his teeth in anger and disappointment that a second of
his special girls had succumbed to the lure of Cleophas' giant cock, and
he berated himself that he had purposely placed her in a position to see
it. His scheme to seduce the lovely virginal secretary had back-fired and
turned her into a slut, a slave to that awesome sexual instrument his
associate strutted around with. He would not have believed that the
prudish and lady-like young woman he had brought up here a few short days
ago, who was so intelligent and competent in her job, should now be
writhing and jerking like a bitch in heat, impaled on the black spike of
Cleophas' penis. Her perfect, tight pussy would be ruined forever,
stretched to the splitting point. Damn, but she was taking it all, the
whole black length to the hilt, and enjoying the cunt-tearing girth that
sliced through her loins like a hot knife through butter.
Cleophas reached forward, underneath the bucking girl's torso, and
cupped his big, sinewy hands under her round, jiggling tits, and increased
the speed of his fucking. Filled to brimming with desire and passion and
pleasure, Cherie twisted her neck around and kissed his full lips, their
tongues clashing and darting briefly to explore each other's mouths.
Cherie's grunts and groans of needful passion tickled her lover's throat
as she felt his cock enter her deeply.
Herb pushed the door open slowly and quietly walked in behind the
happily copulating pair on the bed, stopping beside them and watching for
a long moment while beads of sweat formed on his brow.
"What a dirty little bitch she's turned out to be!" Herb said,
putting his hand on Cleophas' shoulder.
The black man straightened up with a grin without altering the speed
or effectiveness of his thrusting. "She's the best," he gasped, feeling
her cunt tighten around the root of his cock in alarm, and he saw her head
twist around to see Herb standing there beside the bed. "It's the
tightest, wettest, hottest cunt I've ever fucked," Cleophas commented
breathily between the exertion of his powerful thrusts.
Cherie sobbed with shame at Cleophas' humiliating comments on the
qualities of her pussy as he fucked it and at being caught in this
position by her boss and first lover. She had never felt so exposed, so
vulnerable, so ashamed. Her hips froze for a moment as she tried to stop
herself, but only for a moment. She found she could only groan futilely,
unable to free her body from her bursting emotions and unable to stop its
motions as it pursued the orgasm she knew was coming.
"Please, please, forgive me," Cherie groaned, resuming her lascivious
movements. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't know it was him," she gasped,
punching backward with her hips with each word she uttered. "Oh! Oh, oh,
oh, I can't stop myself," she panted in a high, guttural voice. Her head
dropped forward and her rich blonde hair covered her face as she gave
herself up to the joy of the big cock in her cunt. Her elbows were on the
mattress now, her face between her forearms as her bottom stuck up high
behind her, the asscheeks parted widely and her asshole beckoning. Herb
wet his index finger in his mouth and pushed it into her back passage,
feeling the swollen knob of Cleophas' cock shuttling back and forth in her
tender love channel. Her muscles gripped the finger spasmodically as her
body began shaking with her first orgasm and she tried to stifle her
scream of release against the mattress.
"What a pussy, what a pussy!" Cleophas grated. "I could fuck it all
day. Think I will." And Cherie squealed in shame as the man spoke so
openly about her most intimate charms, biting her fist even as she flexed
her thighs, fucking her vagina solidly back on the battering ram the black
man was pounding into her.
"Best pussy in the world," Herb agreed, pulling his finger from her
asshole with a teasing twist in a way that made her shiver with pleasure.
He bent down so his face was close to hers, and he said, "Cherie, you're a
slut, you know. A hot-cunted, big-titted little slut. You could have had
it good with me, but you had to chase after Cleophas and his big, black
cock, didn't you."
Cherie, blushing bright red over the sex-flush that mantled her
cheeks, sobbed, "Please, Mr. Melville, Herb, it wasn't my fault. He came
to me while I was asleep. I didn't know. Don't you understand?"
The older man sneered. "You expect me to believe that? I come in
here and find you fucking him like a bitch in heat, your fat little ass up
in the air. Prove it to me that you didn't want his cock. Go on. Stop
shoving your cunt back and forth over his big, black cock."
Cherie looked up at him and stopped the back-thrusting of her hips.
It worked for just a second and then her ass hesitantly resumed its back
and forth pushing and pulling. She groaned, trying even to slow her
movements a bit, and then with a sob of frustration and shame, she allowed
her hips to follow their own rhythm, now even faster than before, her
vagina slurping noisily over the veiny, glistening black cudgel of
Cleophas huge, rigid penis.
Herb pulled her face to his and kissed her red mouth, and in her
state of arousal, she kissed him back, as she felt Cleophas behind her
increase the tempo and depth of his fuck-strokes.
"I understand now," Melville said, "that this is all you're good for, dog-
fucking."
Herb straightened up and stood back to watch Cleophas taking his pleasure.
The big black man was grinding against her sweaty, up-raised buttocks with
a wild urgency. The action of his penis in Cherie's vagina had whipped up
her secretions into a froth that collected in a white, fluffy ring around
the base of his shaft, his balls, and her fat labia. Cleophas wiped it
away and dried his hands on her sweat-sheened hips, but with the busy
action of his cock in her cunt whipping up her juices the froth soon
gathered again. The frenzied rearward bucking of the girl's hips was a
poetry of lustful motion as her vagina greedily devoured the enormous
black shaft, the tender, pink inner lining of her pussy drawing out,
clinging to it on the out-stroke, then vanishing inside her on the in-
stroke as he slammed the cock back inside her to the hilt, all but
knocking the breath out of her as he penetrated her to her very womb.
Ron Wolter, jacking his own cock in his hand, so taken was he with
the erotic scene of the beautiful girl's degradation, watched her begin to
shiver with the approach of her second orgasm. Her juices ran freely down
her inner thighs as Cleophas' scrotum, swaying with the weight of his
giant balls, swung up and under her, colliding with her soft underbelly at
the apex of each stroke. The giant, veiny, black shaft began to swell
even larger, if that were possible, and suddenly Cleophas roared as his
climax broke over him.
Cherie cried out as her second, greater, orgasm thundered through her
and she felt her delicate vagina stretched to the splitting point as
Cleophas' great cock swelled, throbbed and jerked inside her, the pent up,
sperm-rich semen pouring out of him in waves into her vanquished, grateful
cunt. The liquid sound of their fucking then became louder as he spurted
into her endlessly, filling her from cervix to cunthole with his hot,
sticky cum. Again and again, his cock spewed, firing great bullets of
creamy cum that spattered against the back wall of her vagina and filled
it to the brim. Herb saw the combination of female secretions and male
spunk burst from around the tightly gripping rim of her pussy and ooze
out, running in rivulets down her inner thighs to the sheets beneath her
and dripping in a slow-motion white waterfall to the mattress between her
knees.
Cleophas went on jerking, coming, and spurting for a full half-
minute, filling her full, then falling to the side, pulling her with him,
his throbbing, hard cock still sheathed in her pulsating pussy. Cherie
kept her eyes closed, afraid to open them and see the reproach in Herb's
eyes, so she waited for her breathing to return to normal while Cleophas'
rock-hard penis remained gripped in her cunt's loving, silken grasp. She
lay there quietly with the man's hot body pressed against her back,
quiescent and contented in sexual satiation, but fearful of what Herb
might do now.
Herb stood there, taken by her beauty yet furious that she had let
herself get caught up in Cleophas' lust. He had brought her along so
tenderly and now here she was already rutting like a mare in heat with a
man whose cock was the size of a horse's. Shaking his head, he waited a
while, watching the pearlescent cream dribble out of her well-fucked
cunthole, trying not to hate her for the blow she had dealt his monumental
ego.
Let her lie in her cum-soaked bed, he thought, turning away. "When
your little pussy cools down, don't forget to be on time for work," he
said, before going out and slamming the door behind him.
Cherie winced at the sound of the door, but she was unable to move
for a good quarter hour. Finally, her sense of duty won over her pleasant
lethargy and she began to get up, reluctant to go down and face Herb, and
Diane, and her beloved Ron. Her body had betrayed her and now she was
going to have to pay the price of her weakness.
But before she could pull her sucking vagina clear of the man's gut-
filling penis, Cleophas' hand grasped her wrist and pulled her back, and
she gasped as she came back down on the shaft and felt it spreading her
insides open again. Pulling it free again and then looming over her, he
palmed one of her delicious breasts and threw his leg across hers, his
knee pushing between hers.
"You didn't think I was going to let you get away that easy after you
turned me on like this," he said, his breath hot on her cheek, his dark
eyes burning into her. "We haven't done it face to face yet."
"But it's time for work. Herb will be angry."
"Let him wait," Cleophas scoffed. "Everybody's going to know about
us anyway. Might as well enjoy it."
"But "
"No buts," he said, slotting himself between her moist thighs. His
huge cock pressed against her soft belly and she winced at the thought
that something| so large had been inside her and was again seeking entry
to her tender channel. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, hard as
ever, and directed it into her flooded cunthole, sinking it in deep as she
moaned with delight. Once again, he began fucking her while she followed
him, at first reluctantly, then eagerly, her legs gradually lifting high
in the air on each side of his humping hips while the fire once again
began to rage in her cock-addicted vagina. There was just no stopping
herself as she bucked and twisted her whiteness up against the man's
powerfully-muscled dark body. His full round buttocks rose and plunged
down, hollowing as they pushed the huge trunk-like staff completely home
each time.
Ron dried the tears he had let run down his face and turned from the
sight of his beloved in the arms of the black man. It was time for work
and he had no desire to be late.
* * *
An hour and a half late, Cleophas and Cherie entered the conference
room while all those present stared silently at them. Diane's face
reflected utter hate and loathing for Cherie and her black lover and
sitting there under the reproachful glare of the boss and her beloved Ron
Wolter while Cleophas shot her intermittent leers of lust and triumph was
almost more than she could bare. But Cherie controlled her reactions well
enough not to go running out of the conference room, controlled herself
much better than she had when this morning's black lover had slid his
mammoth penis into her pussy.
But it was hard to concentrate and she found herself making mistakes,
asking Herb and the others to repeat the things they said to her. All too
often, while Cleophas was looking elsewhere, she caught herself gazing at
him, remembering the way he had made love to her, had spewed his virulent
semen into her. She imagined that she could feel all the millions of tiny
sperm swimming on their long journey through her womb and up her female
tubes. It was with horror that she suddenly found herself sitting in a
pool of the cum he had pumped into her pussy twice this morning. Her
panties were soaked and her labia, rubbed raw by his fucking, and her
inner thighs were slippery with it. She was glad to be wearing a navy
blue skirt, for she knew there would be a broad wet spot on the back of it
when she stood up and a lighter colour would have shown it to any casual
glance. Her cheeks burned scarlet as she thought of sitting there full of
Cleophas sperm with Herb and Ron watching her.
She caught Ron looking at her with an expression of injured sadness,
and she wondered how he had found out so soon about her and Cleophas. The
thought of his knowing about her infidelity was almost more than she could
bear, and after a while she found it impossible to lift her eyes to look
at Ron or Herb or Cleophas or Diane. Allison Cooper smiled in a friendly
but knowing way, as did Vic Torres, and Cherie had to ask herself if
everyone in the house had actually been looking through the window this
morning while she had, oh dear, sexual intercourse with the big, strong
Cleophas, and she again shivered at the thought that she had really done
it with a black man, against all her inclinations and scruples.
But work went ahead and when they broke for lunch Cherie felt almost
as if she would survive the day without a breakdown. Contrary to her
usual habit of going to her bedroom for the lunch hour she was afraid of
who might visit her there she went onto the terrace on the second floor
overlooking the front entrance and great circular driveway. She found a
chair at a table on the corner of that terrace and had the servant bring
her a lemonade. There she sat, a warm breeze blowing up under her skirt
and cooling her well-fucked and still-burning pussy.
While she was sitting there, a large car pulled up and stopped. She
watched Herb walk out of the house to greet the driver, who got out and
took his hand. She was a tall, beautiful redheaded woman with a
statuesque body and long, long legs. Cherie thought she must be six feet
tall. She was in black leather pants and a vest of the same material over
a white, satin blouse. Giving Herb a warm and playful hug, she moved to
the back door and opened it, and out bounded a huge dog. He was so large
that for a moment Cherie did not know that it was a German Shepherd, for
he was almost as big as a Great Dane. He was a magnificent animal,
powerful and covered with a shiny, healthy coat and with a diamond-studded
collar around his neck. Cherie could tell it was a male for he had
enormous balls and when he pushed his nose against the shapely buttocks of
his mistress, his great, red penis emerged in a quivering, excited state,
fully as large as Herb's rampant cock which had given Cherie pleasure
every night until she had fallen victim to Cleophas' designs.
Cherie shook her head in self-reproach. She had become so sex crazy
that she was even noticing dog's cocks. She turned around and gazed at
the mountains behind the house, thinking that somehow all this would pass
and life would be simple and agreeable again, without all the problems of
men and their demands. She vowed never again to get herself into a
position where she was trapped into sexual situations in a remote place
like this, where her future depended on her surrender and where she could
be shamed in front of so many people.
Cherie sat there for a while, thinking about her ill mother and how
important this job was to her. The bills were piling up daily for her
mother's care and she needed all the money, all the overtime, she could
get. As much as she loved Ron Wolter, and as much pleasure as Herb
Melville had given her, her one overriding concern was her job, and that
was what had initially weakened her resolve with Herb, weakened her knees
and her ability to keep them together.
Just as she finished asking the servant for another lemonade, Herb
came onto the terrace accompanied by the six-foot redhead she had seen
alight for the big car. Pacing by her side was the docile but powerful
German shepherd. Herb smiled and came over to Cherie's table.
"May we sit with you?" Herb asked gregariously.
Smiling with relief, Cherie said yes.
"Cherie, this is Vanessa Slade," Herb said. "A very good friend of
mine. And this is Diablo."
Vanessa beamed a smile, and Cherie thought she was the most beautiful
woman she had ever seen, with lovely blue eyes, brilliant teeth in her
smile, and a lovely body. The dog stepped over to Cherie and greeted her
with a sniff to the back of her hand and a quick and hungry lick to her
thigh just above the knee.
"I think he's hungry," Cherie laughed. "I'm pleased to meet you
Vanessa. It's good to see a new face after all these days up here in the
wilds."
Herb laughed good-naturedly. "I thought I'd put Vanessa in your
charge, Cherie. She's just visiting us for a few days and won't be
working the way we do. In fact, I think I'll give you the afternoon off
to show her around, if you don't mind a different job for a while."
Cherie most certainly did not mind. Anything that kept her from the
accusing glare of Diane and Ron, and the lewd leer of Cleophas, and the
knowing glances of the rest of the work group, would be welcome. She had
felt so uncomfortable all morning sitting by Herb's side, who she had been
sure must hold the greatest contempt and hate for her.
"I'd be happy to show you all over the estate," Cherie said, "if you
don't mind my boring company."
Vanessa gave her a friendly, even loving, and dazzling smile. "I'm
sure I won't be bored," she said. "Let's just make sure we enjoy each
other's company and don't allow boredom to set in." Cherie smiled,
comfortable at last.
Herb stood up, smiling again. "Then I'll leave you two girls to
enjoy the afternoon, and the rest of us can get back to work. Thanks,
Cherie, you're a life-saver."
Cherie smiled. "Glad to help, Herb." She watched him walk away with
a bouncy step.
Vanessa said, "Well, this should be nice, spending the afternoon
with a lovely girl like you. I'd like a gin and tonic, how about you?"
Cherie hesitated. "Uh, well, I've never had one."
"Well, you will now." Vanessa waved to the servant, a young man who
hurried over. "Two gee and tees," she said. "Lots of ice and not too
heavy on the tonic."
Vanessa turned back to Cherie. "So what's it like up here? Nice,
I'll bet. And a beautiful girl like you, I bet you have to fight all
these men off."
Cherie didn't smile. I haven't been fighting hard enough, she said
to herself as she once again recalled each wild session of sex she had
enjoyed with three different men at the house. This very morning, she
recalled, had been the last time, with Cleophas. Shaking her head, she
tried to clear the memory from her mind.
While the two girls talked and Cherie lost her nervousness, the
drinks arrived and Cherie found hers refreshing. It also went straight to
her head, what with her lack of food this morning. Cleophas had allowed
her no time for breakfast.
"You know, Cherie," Vanessa said, "you've got to watch out for these
men. They have power and money and they're used to getting what they
want. They just don't take no for an answer."
"Don't I know it," Cherie agreed.
"You mean, you've already been through it?" Vanessa asked.
Cherie hesitated, then nodded shyly.
"Have you, you know, had any real affairs?" Vanessa asked slyly,
wrinkling her cute nose and patting the back of Cherie's hand where it lay
on the table.
Cherie half opened her mouth, then tears filled her eyes.
Vanessa's voice was truly sympathetic. "Oh, darling, what did I
say? Oh, I'm so sorry."
Cherie sniffed and shook her head. "It's not your fault. It's my
problem."
The older girl squeezed Cherie's hand warmly. "Do you want to tell
me? I'm a good listener, and I've had a bit of experience."
Cherie shook her head. "It's just too awful to talk about."
"Really? Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"
For a long time, the teenager said nothing, and then the story came
out in small doses. "Herb, he came to my room, and, and we made love. I
was a virgin when I got here, but I couldn't stop myself. He made me feel
so good. We did it a few times, and then I did it with someone else,
someone I really cared about."
"But you don't care about Herb."
"I do care about him, he made me feel good, I love him, but I think
I'm in love with this other man. But just this morning, someone else came
to my room, and I made love with him."
Vanessa stared in disbelief. "You mean, you've had sex with three
men since you got here?"
Cherie nodded miserably. "It seems I can't help myself."
"I understand. There's nothing like a good, strong cock to make a
girl feel heavenly." Vanessa ordered two more drinks. "You know, there's
nothing really to worry about. It's all natural, especially when you've
gone without it all your life. Just make sure you don't get pregnant, and
you'll have a great time with your new-found sexuality. I mean, don't you
feel a lot more complete now that you're a woman and not just a naive
little girl? Look, you have the power to make a lot of men feel good while
they're making you feel good yourself. What could be wrong with that?"
"But my mother taught me differently."
"Is your mother supporting you?"
"No, I'm supporting her. She's ill."
"Then she can't tell you how to make your living. If you have to
make love to stay in good with your employers, then so be it. A girl has
to survive in her own way."
"But I didn't do it to survive," Cherie insisted honestly. "I did
it because it felt good, and I couldn't help myself."
Vanessa laughed. "Well, at least you're honest about that. Why
don't you take me for a tour of the grounds?"
They got up and Cherie took the beautiful redhead girl all over the
property, up to the gazebo and for a walk through the trees, while Diablo
followed faithfully behind, occasionally wringing a squeal out of Cherie
when his wet nose dipped under her skirt and prodded at the cleft of her
bottom.
"Diablo is a bit naughty sometimes," Cherie commented good-
naturedly.
Vanessa laughed. "Diablo? Oh, he's naughty, all right, but the best
lover in the world, really."
Cherie smiled, not really comprehending Vanessa's meaning. "I love
the smell of the trees up here. So clean and fresh. Nicer than the
city."
"I love it here, too," Vanessa agreed. "This is my kind of place.
It would be wonderful if it were just the three of us, you, me, and
Diablo, without all the other men around. No girl needs a man when Diablo
it around."
"I'll take your word for it. This is my favourite tree." Cherie
stopped at a large pine and hugged the thick trunk.
Diablo trotted up and pissed on the tree, lifting his leg and giving
Cherie a glimpse of his huge penis. It was truly an amazing and obscene
sight, long, red, almost as thick as Cherie's wrist, and dripping moisture
from the end. The innocent girl looked away.
"He's such a beautiful dog," Cherie said. "How long have you had
him?"
"Oh, since he was a puppy," Vanessa said proudly. "I trained him
myself."
"What tricks can he do?"
Vanessa smiled. "I'll show you later. Just give him a pet so he'll
trust you."
Cherie squatted beside Diablo and stroked him all over while he
licked her cheek. He was so big, so strong.
The two girls walked and talked for another two hours in the hills,
until Cherie felt that she had never had such a dear friend before in her
life. She came to trust Vanessa as she had never trusted anyone before.
After a while they went back to the house and had another drink, and
Cherie felt herself relaxing in Vanessa's company, feeling her inhibitions
go, and telling the older girl all she wanted to know, as they slowly went
through the big house, exploring areas that Cherie had never seen before.
They had one more drink on the terrace before Vanessa asked the
servant to show them to her room. Vanessa walked in, followed by the
faithful German Shepherd, Diablo, while Cherie waited at the door.
"Come on in, darling," Vanessa said warmly, then turned to the
servant. "Please bring us another couple of drinks, will you, honey?"
"Yes, ma'am," the young man said.
Diablo walked quietly in and lay down in the corner, resting his
chin on his paws. Cherie found the room opulent, with a king-size bed,
thick, thick carpet, and a large mirror on the wall running almost the
entire length of the bed. It occurred to Cherie that if she had been on
this bed this morning she would have seen in the mirror exactly what she
looked like having sex with Cleophas. The idea of watching herself in
such a position, in such an activity, brought a blush to her cheeks.
There was a knock at the door and Vanessa answered it. It was
Cleophas, and he wasn't smiling. Not this time.
"Cherie, what are you doing here, with Vanessa?" His words showed
disapproval and suspicion, but of what Cherie had no idea.
"I I'm talking," the girl said simply.
"Just you leave her alone," Vanessa said, pushing him not roughly but
firmly back toward the door. "She's perfectly all right here with
me, not doing a thing wrong. And you, Cleophas, what business is it of
yours?"
"I worried about her," the man said.
"You're worried about her," Vanessa scoffed. "Well, she can take
care of herself just fine." She turned to Cherie. "Can't you, darling?"
Cherie nodded. "Yes. Yes, I'm just fine."
The older girl turned back to Cleophas. "Now you go. She and I have
things to talk about, and they don't concern you." And she pushed a
reluctant and hesitant Cleophas out the door and locked it.
"Men are such bores at times, aren't they, my darling?" Vanessa said.
"Is Cleophas one of your, uh, friends here?"
Cherie stared at Vanessa, then suddenly burst into tears. Her pretty
hands covered her face and her shoulders shook with the shame she felt for
what she had done. The older girl hurried to her side and sat next to her
on the bed, putting a warm arm around her shoulders.
"There, there, dear. It happens to almost every girl once in her
life."
"But," Cherie sobbed, "with three men in four days, and one of them a
black man. My mother would die. I would die if she found out. Oh,
Vanessa," she moaned miserably. "I'm not a virgin anymore. No decent man
will want me."
"How can you say that? You're a beautiful girl, and that's all that
matters. You've got a perfect body, lovely breasts." Vanessa's hand
cupped one of the firm, round orbs with appreciation. "You've got
fantastic breasts. You don't mind if I touch, do you?"
Cherie felt her breast tingle, the nipple contracting automatically.
"No, I guess I don't mind." She felt secure with Vanessa, another woman
who seemed sympathetic and non- judgmental in any way. It was easy to
have her breasts touched by another woman, gently and unselfishly.
Vanessa drew her hand away slowly and smiled. "You know, I'd like to
photograph you. You're so lovely. I'm a photographer, you know, and I
think you could make a fortune as a model."
Cherie smiled broadly. "You think so?"
"Without a doubt. You know, I have some fancy underwear, I bet you'd
like to try on. Ever try on sexy underwear?"
The darling girl shook her head.
"It's lots of fun," Vanessa said, stepping over to her suitcase and
opening it. She took out a thing that was red with black lacy things
around the edges. "Try this on."
Cherie hesitated. "You think I should?"
"Of course. It was my idea. Just take off your clothes you won't
get cold and try them on. We've got all afternoon. Here, get those stiff
old things off and try on this all-in-one."
Cherie paused, then shrugged and stood up, beginning to unfasten her
clothing. Vanessa cooed with appreciation when she saw Cherie's lovely,
creamy-skinned body, the large, melon-like breasts with their pink
nipples, the slender, shapely legs, the silky tuft of her golden pubic
hair overlaying the plump labia and the warm cleft between them. The
indent of her navel, the pert, round buttocks and the two dimples at the
base of her back. The broad shoulders and graceful neck, the shell-like
ears and fine jaw, cheekbones, and nose. Long, sweeping brown eyelashes
and blue, doe-like eyes. She was the picture of innocent girlhood. It
was a pity she had fallen in with these predators of men.
Cherie heard a growl from Diablo's direction and she turned. The dog
was shifting nervously from foot to foot, his tongue hanging out as he
panted impatiently. His mistress ordered him to sit, and, after a
hesitation, he obeyed.
Vanessa helped Cherie into the one-piece affair, palming one of the
delicious buttocks, one of the firm, jiggly breasts. When it was on,
Cherie saw that her nipples peeked out through two round holes in the
front and that there was a large split between the legs where her labia
pouted out.
"Just lovely," Vanessa said, brushing the back of her hands over
Cherie's tingling nipples. "Can I take some pictures?"
Cherie pulled a face. "Do you think you should? I mean, in this
thing?"
"Especially in that thing. You look fantastic!"
Vanessa took the camera out of her suitcase and took a few shots,
posing Cherie with her breasts lifted and in a wide-legged stance. Going
up to Cherie, she put her hand between the girl's legs and found the moist
slit. Cherie caught her breath when Vanessa's finger ventured into the
damp split, touching her clitoris pleasurably as she spread the fat lips,
widening the gape of the crotch split in the garment.
"That's it," said Vanessa. "That's the proper look."
Cherie blushed furiously as the other girl backed off and resumed
taking pictures. As Vanessa gently posed her, Cherie felt more relaxed,
something she probably could not have done if she had not already drunk
several gin and tonics. Then they tried another undergarment, and
another, each skimpier and more revealing than the one before, until
finally Cherie found herself posing totally nude. When the drinks came,
Vanessa answered the door and took them, and then the two girls went on as
Cherie drank and got looser and looser and more uninhibited. Cherie never
noticed nor cared when Vanessa took off her pants and blouse, but it
seemed the most natural thing when, as the two of them laughed and joked,
Vanessa pressed her near-naked body against Cherie's entirely nude one and
kissed the younger girl square on the mouth.
Cherie responded to the kiss and allowed Vanessa to ease her down on
the bed. Her mouth was all over Cherie's body now, her tits, belly and
navel, thighs and knees. Vanessa's mouth sucked gently at those
responding nipples. Cherie trembled with arousal when a soft, smooth,
slender finger slipped into her tender, wet vagina, finding all the
sensitive pleasure spots as only another woman could.
Cherie squirmed as two fingers now worked inside her pussy and the
older girl's pinky finger slipped into her asshole. The younger girl's
mind reeled at the thought of being loved like this by another person of
her own sex. It was so wrong, yet so comfortably right-feeling. No
aggressive, demanding opening of her body by a rough, self-centered male.
No feeling of being exposed and degraded by a man. Vanessa felt like a
sister, or a mother, to her, though if a mother, a very young one. It was
the older woman's motherly treatment that had disarmed and relaxed Cherie,
and now she felt no resentment or fear at being probed and felt and
caressed. Vanessa's soft fingertip had found that certain joyful spot on
the front wall of her vagina that no man had really properly found in the
last four days, and Cherie squirmed and thrust her crotch against the
other girl's hand. The two fingers in her cunt slithered wetly in and out
while the smallest one tickled the sensitive inside surfaces of her
rectum.
Oh, this was heaven, Cherie's emotions screamed through the haze of
the drinks she had drunk.
* * *
Cleophas met Herb as the older man was going toward the stairs
leading to Vanessa's room. Ron Wolter was standing nearby, having an
after-work drink and wondering where Cherie had been hiding all that
afternoon when she was expected to be taking notes and minutes at the
meeting. He overheard a bit of the conversation between the boss and his
black colleague, but it took him a while to digest it.
"What is Cherie doing up there with Vanessa?" Cleophas asked Herb
suspiciously. "In fact, what is Vanessa doing here at all?"
Herb smiled smugly. "What do you mean, Clee?"
"I mean," said the big man, "that I've seen Vanessa operating before.
I know what she does, and now I find Cherie, the youngest and most naive
of all, up there in that bedroom with her. I know you're sweet on the
little bitch, so why have you thrown her to the dogs? Literally."
Herb chuckled. "You want to find out, just come with me." And he
walked ahead without waiting to see if his associate would follow. When
they reached the top of the stairs, Herb walked on past Vanessa's door and
to another one a few yards beyond it.
"It's this one," Cleophas corrected, but he saw Herb shake his head.
"This one," the Herb said, and Cleophas went into the next room with
him.
Cleophas found himself in a dim room with a row of chairs lined up
before what appeared to be a window looking into Vanessa's room, just a
few feet from the bed.
"A two-way mirror!" Cleophas gasped. "You had it all set up from the
beginning!" He looked around and saw a video camera pointed at the bed,
already running and recording everything that was taking place on the bed.
And there in the room were Vanessa and Cherie locked in a passionate
embrace, the older girl's experienced fingers thrusting between the pink
walls of the younger girl's tender, wet pussy.
"You see, Clee," Herb said. "I never expect a man to be any less
than that, fuck what he can. When I was young, I fucked the boss's wife.
And his daughter. I know what a man has to do. I'm a very fair man, you
see. I understood that you wanted to fuck Cherie, because she's fuckable,
and if you didn't want to fuck her, I wouldn't want to either. I'm a very
fair and understanding man. But a woman has to be faithful, especially to
me. If she fucks around, then I punish her, like Cherie's getting
punished now, or soon will be. And I'm going to make sure she remembers
her punishment. Of course, so will you, and you might not want her when
her punishment is over." Herb gestured toward the camera. "She'll get one
of the copies. Her mother will get another."
Cleophas stared at Herb, then turned as he heard Cherie's voice cry
out with some deep-felt emotion. Vanessa's lovely face was buried between
Cherie's uplifted thighs as the older girl attacked the tender, pink pussy
with her tongue. In long, hungry swipes, the tongue travelled from the
vermilion dimple of her anus to the twitching bud of her clitoris.
* * *
"Oh, Vanessa, pleeeeease!" Cherie moaned, impulsively spiraling her
hips up to the other girl's face. "Oh, what are you doing? Please,
mooooore!" And Vanessa obliged, her expert tongue driving away all
thoughts of anything outside this room of pleasure and joy.
Over in the corner, Diablo awakened and raised his head, sniffing the
air for the sweet aroma of Cherie's oozing, aroused pussy. The smell
beckoned to him and his massive, red dog cock began sliding from its
sheath, ready for action in the way Vanessa had taught him when he was
just a bit more than a puppy.
Cherie turned her burning face to the side when she heard movement,
saw Diablo pacing agitatedly in front of the mirror, his massive, scarlet
penis hard and fully distended from its sheath, swinging tightly beneath
him as he walked back and forth. His tongue was hanging out full length,
swaying in synch with his cock. He looked very upset.
The innocent young girl jerked as she felt a bolt of electricity
lance from her clitoris up into her womb and she forgot the dog and
returned her attention to the other girl.
"Vanessa, oh my, Vanessa, you do it so good!" Cherie moaned, her
belly tightening with the beginning spasms of an orgasm. Vanessa felt the
muscles of Cherie's vibrating cunt tighten around the tongue she had
thrust full-length inside the girl's hot pleasure-channel and the juices
flowed out, coating her chin where it was pressed into the cleft of the
girl's asscheeks. "Vanessa, you're so good!"
Vanessa sat up, stroking Cherie's thighs with both hands. "Yes, I'm
good, 'cause I know what I'm doing, but I haven't got a cock, and I think
that's really what you need." She gently palmed Cherie's tits and smiled.
"But Diablo has a cock."
Cherie stared at her without comprehending. "What do you mean?"
Vanessa's eyes closed dreamily. "When all else fails, and men are
only disgusting, Diablo is the best lover a girl could have. Now why
don't you turn over and get up onto your hands and knees and get ready for
the fucking of your life."
Cherie hesitated. "I don't understand," she said, shaking her head.
"Just do what I say, damn it," Vanessa said sharply. "Don't argue
with me. Never, ever argue with me. See Diablo's teeth? If you don't do
as I say immediately, we'll both be in trouble. Here, you must trust me."
Cherie, unwilling to incur the displeasure of someone she truly liked
and trusted, hastened to obey, rolling over onto her hands and knees and
presenting her round bottom cheeks to Vanessa's hungry eyes. The older
girl moved behind her, parted her firm, globular buttocks, and went to
work with her tongue from a different angle, and the younger girl was
reminded of how Herb had done it to her in just this way and position.
Cherie immediately relaxed and began moving her hips in sensuous circles.
Her juices flowed freely, wetting her inner thighs and soaking the pubic
hair Vanessa had already dampened with her saliva.
Diablo, very quietly, rose to all four feet and approached the bed
expectantly.
* * *
Ron waited for Herb and Cleophas to come back down the stairs, but in
vain. When they didn't reappear, he began to wonder what they were
talking about in reference to Cherie. Herb still knew nothing about his
hot lovemaking with Cherie in the storage room, so he was reluctant to
show too much concern about her in front of the boss and Cleophas. He
would never know that Cleophas had been watching him and Cherie that time
in the closet when they had climbed the heights of ecstasy.
When he arrived at the door to Vanessa's room, he paused and
listened. Yes, he could her Cherie's voice, purring in that unmistakable
way she did when she was nearing her climax. So she was in there getting
fucked silly again! he thought. But who was it, Herb or Cleophas? Or
could it be both? He was about to ease the door open and find out when he
saw another door, slightly ajar, just three yards beyond. He went toward
it, and pushed it open.
There were the two men, looking through a window into the bedroom
beyond where Ron could see Cherie kneeling lewdly with her knees planted
widely apart as Vanessa feasted on her delicious, pink-rimmed private
orifices. The blonde's face was turned toward Ron and her half-open eyes
appeared to be looking straight at him. Her cheeks and lips were puffy
and her face slack and twitching with the feelings that shot through her
pussy and into her belly and breasts. And just a few feet away, Diablo
was poised, panting and waiting, the great, red sausage of his cock fully
exposed and ready.
Suddenly, Ron understood just what was going on. The two others
turned toward him and they smiled. Ron was galvanized with horror as he
saw Vanessa, without removing her mouth from Cherie's drooling cunt, reach
out and pull Diablo toward Cherie's defenselessly parted and upraised
buttocks. Ron made a move to leave the room, to get to Cherie before it
was too late, but Herb and Cleophas, seeing the consternation on his face,
each grabbed an arm and forced him down into one of the chairs to hold him
there.
* * *
Cherie unconsciously felt the second weight on the bed, gasped when
Vanessa's mouth left her just for a second, and then mewled with pleasure
as the tongue came back again. It seemed like a longer and lighter tongue
that swabbed her slit from clit to anus and beyond, curled up under her
belly and sliced through her pink gash from the front of her hot, gooey
crease upward almost to her tailbone. It felt so good that it was a long
time before it dawned on her that that long, wet tongue could not possibly
be Vanessa's beloved caress. A glance in the mirror revealed the truth,
and she froze with shock at the sight.
Diablo was licking her! Lapping at her pink split as if her crotch
were a bowl of warm milk. Was this what Vanessa was referring to when she
had spoken of Diablo as a lover? She choked with shock and revulsion, then
uttered a wail of despair. "Oh, no! Not that!"
As she tried to crawl forward, away from Diablo, Vanessa forestalled
her with a strong hand on her nearest thigh. "Freeze! Mustn't make him
mad, darling," Vanessa cautioned. "He'll tear you apart. He likes what I
like, and he always gets it."
Cherie shook her head, and the golden waves of her hair shimmered.
"But it's wrong," she sobbed. "A dog should never lick my...my vagina.
It's all wrong, and perverted."
"Well, we'll have to make it right," Vanessa said, signalling to
Diablo, who reared up on his hind legs and mounted Cherie's tender
buttocks, clamping his forepaws around her slender waist, his massive red
dog-cock swinging and bumping between her spread thighs. "So get ready
for the greatest fucking of your life."
"Fucking?" Cherie breathed questioningly and then she gaped at the
mirror, now understanding everything, that the dog fully intended to enter
her tender vagina with that massive, red appendage that was now bouncing
back and forth between her inner thighs, the gooey tip, shining with its
own lubricant, stabbing wetly against the soaking pink furrow of her
vagina's entrance. Could a dog actually have intercourse with a woman?
No, it must be impossible. People and dogs weren't made the same, were
they? Not in the same way Cleophas and she had done it yesterday. But the
rock hard prong seemed to insist on entering her and Cherie frantically
shifted her hips from side to side in a desperate attempt to evade
penetration, feeling her pussy's mouth stretch dangerously once as the tip
almost but not quite succeeded in penetrating her tingling love-channel.
His cock desperately needing the feel of her female flesh, Diablo
growled angrily with frustration, leaning forward and closing his jaws
softly on the nape of Cherie's neck and her entire body froze in terror
for just that moment, just long enough for the dog to expertly find the
delicate opening of her young vagina with the tip of his penis, and she
gagged at the deep pelvic shock as he suddenly romped forward, burying his
giant animal phallus half its length in her innocent pussy. Vanessa
watched from close up as four inches of the massive prick disappeared into
Cherie's tiny, wet cunt with a wet, sluicing sound.
"Oh, my God!" Cherie groaned, her mind exploding with the reality of
it as she felt herself stretched and entered as few women ever were. Ron
struggled behind the glass, fairly foaming at the mouth as the other two
men held him down into a chair, while he watched his lovely Cherie
bestially mounted and entered by the devilish dog. Cherie's cheeks burned
scarlet and her whole body shuddered as she felt herself invaded by the
dog's cock, debased as she had never believed possible.
Diablo whined with pure joy, feeling the girl's tender vagina with
its young muscular grasp gripping his vibrating, canine cock. Adjusting
his stance behind the subserviently kneeling blonde, he instinctively
drove forward again, sinking his mighty canine penis the rest of the way
into Cherie's cunt. The hard, dripping tip pushed its way to the maximum
depth into her cunt followed by that strong, pulsing shaft of rigid canine
meat. Vanessa observed with satisfaction that Cherie's young vagina was
fully penetrated, Diablo's balls resting cosily against the forward area
of the girl's plump, pink labial split, the crimson rim of the opening
clasped tightly around the base of the shaft.
Diablo looked to his mistress for the signal that would allow him to
follow his instincts and begin fucking the sobbing female he had dominated
with his powerful, furry male body. He was very well trained and would
make no move without the proper command from his beloved Vanessa, though
once he started there would be no stopping him until he had emptied the
seed from his swollen balls into her silken pussy.
The older girl reached beneath the blonde and lovingly hefted one of
the large, lush breasts, putting her mouth to Cherie's ear. "Isn't he
just divine, my Cherie?" Vanessa crooned. "Isn't it just the most
wonderful cock in the world?"
"Please!" Cherie begged in a devastated whine. "Please make him
stop. I don't want this." Tears coursed down her cheeks and she tried to
crawl away, but Vanessa's strong hands stayed her and Diablo's forelegs
gripped her tightly as his hindlegs gave a hop that kept his massive penis
deeply buried in her. Cherie sobbed miserably again and again and the
spasms caused her pussy to contract maddeningly around Diablo's already
bursting cock. The girl squealed and whined as the dog gave three eager
strokes and stayed himself.
"No can do, Cherie, my darling." Vanessa said. "He's just too
dangerous." Vanessa licked her finger, slid it between Cherie's wide-
spread asscheeks, and, while the girl moaned in misery at the new
penetration, pushed it into the girl's clenched anus, feeling the bulk of
Diablo's cock through the thin, delicate membrane. To excite the dog, she
pressed down with her finger and wiggled it inside Cherie's rectum and
heard his whine of pleasure. Cherie twisted her hips at the unexpected
sensation and glanced in the mirror at the lewd sight she presented to
herself in the mirror, her firm, smooth, round bottom lifted to the dog's
pleasure, his paws gripping her waist as his belly pressed insistently
into the cleft of her ass, while his tongue hung out in eager, rutting
lust.
Vanessa gave her finger a wiggle in Cherie's asshole, then drew it
out, winked at the mirror and the men she knew were watching from behind
it, and gave a double nod as the signal that Diablo knew well. And then,
with a growl of relief, Diablo began to fuck in and out of Cherie's pussy
with long, smooth, slow strokes. Cherie caught her breath as the unwanted
but familiar feelings darted through her sensitized loins and after a few
dozen strokes she was surprised to find that except for the strange
feeling of the dog's fur brushing over the sensitive orifice between her
buttocks, the dog's penis plowing back and forth in her feminine channel
felt much the same as Herb's or Ron's or Cleophas's. The webbing between
shaft and scrotum twanged her clitoris in a way that caused her to squirm
uncontrollably and her hips kicked backward reflexively. Vanessa heard
the liquid cock-in-cunt slurp from the point of penetration and backed off
to enjoy the sight of the Cherie's animal awakening, sitting back in a
chair and angling her thighs high and wide so that she could freely
finger-fuck her own aroused and oozing pussy.
Behind the mirror, the three men watched while the camera rolled,
photographing the dog's every lustful, deep stroke into Cherie's abused
cunt. Ron sat quiet now, knowing that the girl was beyond help, her
degradation almost complete. She was looking into the mirror, watching
the mind-blowing sight of canine male mounted carnally on human female and
her eyes, half closed with many conflicting emotions, seemed to look
straight into Ron's. The dog was fucking with an expert rhythm that
Vanessa had taught him, a more human speed than a dog usually worked with,
and Ron could see the tender ridges of Cherie's inner vaginal lining
clinging to the penis as it withdrew, then folding wetly back inside as
Diablo's powerful hind legs drove it back in again. In and out, in and
out endlessly, the dog penis drubbed into the proud young female's
conquered vagina. The delicate walls stroked Diablo's throbbing prick and
Cherie felt its insistent fucking massaging the sensitive channel of her
sex, driving his rigid cockmeat powerfully up and down her sweet vagina,
stroking across her most responsive trigger points and causing darts of
undeniable, undesired pleasure to shoot up through her belly to the tips
of her jiggling tits. Cherie, lost in her sexual feelings, thrust her
hips backward tentatively several times, felt the sensations clawing at
her insides, and then with a moan gave herself up to a flood of emotion,
setting her body into a pattern of movement she had learned the first time
with Herb. Her hips moved back and forward, her upper body pivoting on
her hands and knees, which she set wider apart.
"Oh, Vanessa," she gasped. "Oh, Van-- It feels good. I don't
believe it. It feels good!" With a tiny squeal she began to follow the
dog's rhythm with her plump, wide-split buttocks. "Oh my, it feels very
good."
The dog felt her vagina clamp down lovingly on his penis and
increased the speed of his fucks, his tail waving wildly in the air behind
him. He loved this young, blonde female with the tight pussy more than
any woman he had ever fucked before and he thrust faster and harder and
deeper into her clinging, pink-lipped wetness. The room filled with the
liquid sounds and smells of fucking and the girl's innocent, passionate
gasps, grunts, and whimpers of joy, and the heavy breathing of Vanessa as
her state of arousal climbed. Cherie felt her loins being reamed to the
hottest depths of her oozing pussy. She had never thought such a thing
possible even had it occurred to her to imagine it that an animal, a dog,
could have intercourse with a human. She had thought it physically
impossible. Humans and dogs? But there it was, Diablo's penis in her
vagina, shuttling wetly back and forth in the stream of her juices,
hammering at the cup of her cervix, rubbing all the most sensitive spots
inside and outside, slurping noisily with each stroke and reminding her
that it really was happening, stoking a growing fire in her belly with
each eager thrust. Oh, but she was so wet! It ran down the insides of her
thighs, an embarrassing signal of the pleasure that she hadn't wanted to
feel.
Glancing down beneath herself, between her tight, round, jiggling
breasts, she could see the huge scarlet rod plunging home between her fat,
furry cunt-lips. With each avid in-stroke, Diablo's great balls swung up
under the tender, split mound of her pussy, slapping audibly against her
lower belly while the webbing of the scrotum teased her swollen, red
clitoris, bringing a hiss of wild pleasure to her constricted throat, and
she tipped her hips upward to grant the dog better access to her burning
hole. Diablo whined in appreciation.
Now she knew why Vanessa liked Diablo so much. He made no demands
and only gave her the most incredible ecstasy imaginable. There was no
danger of becoming pregnant-- Was there? And then a wild vision of her
giving birth to a litter of tiny hairy babies with black noses and tails
crossed her eyes. No, no, impossible, she told herself, moving harder and
faster, feeling the dog's cock going through her, again and again, filling
her with a joyful fire.
"You and Diablo look so sexy, so beautiful together," Vanessa purred
from her seat, one finger sunk fully into her bubbling cunt. The older
girl's eyes narrowed dreamily as she watched the incredibly erotic sight
of Cherie's lovely body responding to the dog's savage fucking. She knew
that Cherie, with her tight young vagina, was giving Diablo more pleasure
than he had ever felt.
Diablo fucked happily into the the delicate, pink cunthole of the
golden-haired bitch-girl beneath him. She had the sweetest, tightest,
wettest pussy he had ever fucked. It caressed his cock, squeezing its
entire rock-hard length in the most amazing way, all the way to the root,
lovingly, as the tip stabbed her cervix and she shivered and her insides
grabbed at the shaft, seeking to suck the cum out of him.
Cherie wiggled her buttocks and made purposeful stabbing motions
backward to sheath the wonderful red dog-cock fully with each stroke. Her
cheeks burned scarlet with her passionate exertions and her big tits
bounced heavily beneath her, glstening with streaks of sweat that ran in
rivulets down her thighs, waist, bottom and the cheeks of her face.
"Oh, Vanessa!" she exclaimed. "Oh, doggie, don't stop! Oh, it feels
so good. Don't stop fucking my pussy, Diabloooooo!" she pled, her hot,
wet vagina grasping hungrily at the hard-driving rod of canine power. The
tip pounded her womb and brought sobs of joy to her lips as it drubbed
against that tender, sensitive spot, and the lovely girl felt the
crackling heat grow in her loins, signalling the approach of her orgasm.
The realisation hit her that she was going to have a climax on the dog's
penis. She was going to come with the dog!
Vanessa's eyes locked with hers as she cried, "Vanessa, I'm going to
come! Oh, I'm really going to come!"
"Go with it, baby," Vanessa urged in a soft, husky voice. "Not every
girl gets to come with Diablo."
Cherie groaned and swung her head toward the mirror, catching a
glimpse of her impassioned, flushed face in the mirror. She saw herself
as a wild, hungry animal, mounted by the male in an instinctive
reproductive act. Her hand went back her her bottom and she pulled her
right buttock to the side to allow the dog to crowd in closer and scrub
her tingling asshole with the fur of his belly as he drove into her cunt
with his rampant cock.
Behind the mirror, Ron could see her eyes, as though looking into his
own as her ass rammed backward against the rutting dog, her red-rimmed
vagina split by the penetrating, red dog-cock, and her pink, tingling anus
winking open and closed at him between her wide-spread buttocks. It
flashed on him, as he stroked his hard prick, that he would like to fuck
her there, in the asshole, where no one else had ever been, now that Herb,
Cleophas, and the dog Diablo had all enjoyed her delicious pussy. It was
her asshole, through which she shit every day, but at least no one else
had had the pleasure of it.
Cherie shrieked, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm
suddenly crashed over her like a tidal wave on a peaceful, island shore,
rippling through her from vagina and clitoris, through her quaking belly,
to her great breasts, up the back of her neck and into her head. Her
blonde locks tossed from side to side as it took her to the heavens and
back where she landed in a trembling heap of contented, female flesh.
Diablo felt her tender, silken cunt clamp down on his jerking cock
and he could postpone his climax no longer. He gave three excited yelps,
answered by dog-like yaps from Cherie now reduced to that level by her own
uncontrolled lust, a bitch covered by a rutting male and began the most
satisfying series of come-thrusts of his life into the most lovable vagina
he had ever fucked.
"Oh-oh!" Cherie cried, even as she began to shudder with her second
orgasm. "He's coming in me! Vanessa, he's coming inside me!"
Up through the thick, jerking red cock Diablo's sperm rushed,
swelling the rod to huge proportions, shooting out the end, thick, hot,
white and ropey into the devastated young girl's pussy in surging waves.
Cherie gasped as she felt the first soft bullets strike the back wall of
her vagina and she froze in the middle of her second orgasm as she was
filled to the brim with the hot, white stuff.
"That's it, darling," Vanessa crooned. "Take it all. Oh, yes, and I
can see there's gallons of it."
Clawing up handfuls of the bedspread, Cherie watched in the mirror
and five pairs of eyes saw the thick, sticky semen explode from the
tightly clasping lips of her vagina to smear her hairy labia and run in
vile rivulets down the back of her thighs to pool in the hollows behind
her knees. And still it went on, erupting into her in great gouts like
lava from the mouth of a volcano, coating her inner surfaces and filling
her tubes with his millions of wriggly sperm, Diablo's puppy cream. The
scaldling heat of it sent Cherie into yet another, third orgasm and she
groaned a throaty groan as she lost consciousness and fell forward in an
insensate, shivering heap.
With a sloppy, wet pop, Diablo's cock was pulled free and he stood
back, panting, to survey his work. The girl's hair-rimmed slit beckoned
to him and he bent to lick it clean of the dog-cum that trickled from it
in thick streams. Then, himself satisfied, he lay down behind her, his
furry body aligned with hers and his paw draped over her side.
Vanessa and Herb, on different sides of the glass, breathed sighs of
satisfaction. The girl had been initiated. Now of no further personal
use to Herb, she had been brought to the level of a business asset, to be
used for a wide variety of things. Her body was now like a word
processor, a business machine to be used by his associates amd clients.
* * *
In the two days that followed, Cherie kept mainly to herself when her
secretarial skills were not in demand in the conference room. She took
long walks in the afternoon by herself when Herb allowed her the time off.
But on her afternoon walk on Saturday, the day before the junket was due
to end, Diablo followed her into the woods, treading along beside her
faithfully.
Faithfully, that was until he began to sniff at the nubile aroma
coming from between her legs and then he became quite insistent, so
insistent that she found it necessary in order to keep from being
savaged to kneel down in the bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor and
allow him to mount her while she held the crotch-band of her panties to
the side to facilitate the penetration of his cock into her cunt. At
first she loathed it, but as he stroked faster and deeper, her pussy began
to recall the feelings of the day before and she lost all control of
herself, twisting, bucking, and moaning on all fours in the woods as the
bestial fucking in Vanessa's room replayed itself.
That same night Cleophas paid her a discreet visit in her room and
used his own giant cock to again bring her to the heights of ecstasy. She
was all past resisting his intentions, for she knew it would be easier and
more pleasant to humor him and wait for the freedom she would have on
after Sunday when the weekend in the mountains was finished. With
Cleophas that night she allowed herself the luxury of responding to his
hands, mouth, and penis, wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing
him hungrily, and urging him on with passionate words, allowing to
slip much to the surprise of them both a few obscenities while his black
cudgel shuttled back and forth wetly in her boiling pussy, and crying out
joyously when his hot, white cream flooded her to overflowing.
Just one more day and she would no longer be at the mercy of all
these dirty people who wanted to use her for their own pleasure and use
their own positions of power, both business and physical, to subjugate
her. Back in town, she would be her own woman, would do her job at the
company so well, so efficiently, that she would be able to stand there on
her own merits and not just as pleasure object for the executives. She
would quietly melt into the background of the steno pool, never mention
this shameful week in the mountains to the other girls, never discuss the
things that went on, the things that happened, the things that she had
allowed to be done to her. If she could stand to, she would go back to
her life of sexual abstinence, a little wiser and more experienced, but
would put all this behind her and try to forget it, hoping that some
decent man could overlook what she had done and be a good husband to her
and father children by her.
She had one regret however, one question mark in her mind, and that
was Ron Wolter. Obviously he knew that she had slept with Herb several
times, and also with Cleophas. Would he be able to forget that and would
he somehow wish to continue and more normal relationship with her? If he
would, she would be happy to grant him any sexual favors he desired.
Indeed, that would be a joy to her as well.
But he had been avoiding her for the last two days, his face wearing
a faintly hurt expression, his eyes never looking directly into hers. She
knew he knew about the awful things or at least some of them that she had
done, and it tore her up inside and filled her with shame, so that she
couldn't find the courage to approach him and talk to him.
Sunday morning dawned, the last day of the time in the mountains, and
it had been announced that it would not be a working day but rather an end
of week party, a "wrap party", as they called them in Hollywood.
Cherie had a hearty breakfast in her room, brought by Tony, the young
Italian servant, and then she dressed in her light chiffon dress that fell
to just two inches above her shapely knees. Brushing her hair into a
sweeping coiffure, she steeled herself to face the group of colleagues who
were probably all talking about her escapades with Cleophas. It crossed
her mind that, if Vanessa had been indiscreet, they would all know about
her and Diablo as well, but she didn't worry too much about that for she
trusted the older girl.
When she arrived in the conference room, she found the furniture
completely changed. The great table was gone as were the chairs that had
surrounded it, to be replaced by several large, comfortable-looking sofas
and a large-screen television set. Bottles of champagne sat tantalizingly
in buckets of ice and Tony was pouring the drinks and serving them as fast
as he could.
A drink was thrust into Cherie's hand and she sipped at it while
waiting for someone to speak to her. Presently Herb approached her.
"How are you this morning, darling?" he asked. "I hope you slept
well."
"Until I woke up," she said vaguely, not remembering when Cleophas
had arisen and walked quietly out of the room to go to his own.
"Are you ready to enjoy yourself, my darling?" Herb said, sliding his
arm around her waist and sweeping her over to one of the couches to sit
down beside him.
What was all this darling stuff? she asked herself. There was
something about his mannerisms that caused her to distrust him. Docilely,
she allowed herself to be seated close next to him and his arm encircled
her shoulders. Everyone was laughing and talking, drinking and munching
hors d'oeuvres. Cleophas was talking to an attentive Diane Layne again,
the black man running his fingertips along the girls waist while she
lightly rubbed her breast against his side. Ron Wolter was talking to
Allison Cooper, and Sue Midori was talking to Sam Wilson, Vic Torres, and
Morey Moore, the balding operative from public relations and advertising.
There was another couple of men whom Cherie had never seen before, one old
and white-haired who appeared to be near seventy, and another man who was
grossly fat over three hundred pounds, Cherie judged with a totally bald,
round head and a huge cigar sticking out of his face.
Cherie sipped her champagne quietly while Herb, his hand draped over
her shoulder, gently fingered her breast. She didn't like his doing that
in front of everyone, but it seemed that no one was really paying
attention to them. All eyes glanced toward the TV screen when the movie
started. It showed an actor whom Cherie had never seen before knocking on
the door of a nice home and being answered by a stunning, big-breasted
blonde in a short skirt, also an actress unknown to Cherie. From the way
the two of them delivered their lines, Cherie could see why they were not
well-known actors and that the film itself was a low-budget production.
In the two days that followed, Cherie kept mainly to herself when her
services were not in demand in the conference room. She took long walks
in the afternoon by herself when Herb allowed her the time off. But on
her afternoon walk on Saturday, the day before the junket was due to end,
Diablo followed her into the woods, treading along beside her faithfully.
Faithfully, that was until he began to sniff at the nubile aroma
coming from between her legs and then he became quite insistent, so
insistent that she found it necessary in order to keep from being
savaged to kneel down in the bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor and
allow him to mount her while she held the crotch-band of her panties to
the side to facilitate the penetration of his penis into her rapidly
heating vagina.
That same night Cleophas paid her a discreet visit in her room and
used his own giant cock to bring her to the heights of ecstasy. She was
all past resisting his intentions, for she knew it would be easier and
more pleasant to humor him and wait for the freedom she would have on
after Sunday when the weekend in the mountains was finished. With
Cleophas that night she allowed herself the luxury of responding to his
hands, mouth, and penis, wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing
him hungrily, and urging him on with passionate words, allowing to
slip much to the surprise of them both a few obscenities while his black
cudgel shuttled back and forth wetly in her boiling pussy, and crying out
joyously when his hot, white cream flooded her to overflowing.
Just one more day and she would no longer be at the mercy of all
these dirty people who wanted to use her for their own pleasure and use
their own positions of power, both business and physical, to subjugate
her. Back in town, she would be her own woman, would do her job at the
company so well, so efficiently, that she would be able to stand there on
her own merits and not just as pleasure object for the executives. She
would quietly melt into the background of the steno pool, never mention
this shameful week in the mountains to the other girls, never discuss the
things that went on, the things that happened, the things that she had
allowed to be done to her. She would go back to her life of sexual
abstinence, a little wiser and more experienced, but would put all this
behind her and try to forget it, hoping that some decent man could
overlook what she had done and be a good husband to her and father child
with her.
She had one regret, however, one question mark in her mind, and that
was Ron Wolter. Obviously he knew that she had slept with Herb several
times, and also with Cleophas. Would he be able to forget that and would
he somehow wish to continue and more normal relationship with her? If he
would, she would be happy to grant him any sexual favors he desired.
Indeed, that would be a joy to her as well.
But he had been avoiding her for the last two days, his face wearing
a faintly hurt expression, his eyes never looking directly into hers. She
knew he knew about the awful things or at least some of them that she had
done, and it tore her up inside and filled her with shame, so that she
couldn't find the courage to approach him and talk to him.
Sunday morning dawned, the last day of the time in the mountains, and
it had been announced that it would not be a working day but rather an end
of week party, a "wrap party",as they called them in Hollywood.
Cherie had a hearty breakfast in her room, brought by Tony, the young
Italian servant, and then she dressed in her light chiffon dress that fell
to just two inches above her shapely knees. Brushing her hair into a
sweeping coiffure, she steeled herself to face the group of colleagues who
were probably all talking about her escapades with Cleophas. It crossed
her mind that, if Vanessa had been indiscreet, they would all know about
her and Diablo as well, but she didn't worry too much about that for she
trusted the older girl.
When she arrived in the conference room, she found the furniture
completely changed. The great table was gone as were the chairs that had
surrounded it, to be replaced by several large, comfortable-looking sofas
and a large-screen television set. Bottles of champagne sat tantalizingly
in buckets of ice and Tony was pouring the drinks and serving them as fast
as he could.
A drink was thrust into Cherie's hand and she sipped at it while
waiting for someone to speak to her. Presently Herb approached her.
"How are you this morning, darling?" he asked. "I hope you slept
well."
Until I woke up," she said vaguely, not remembering when Cleophas had
arisen and walked quietly out of the room to go to his own.
"Are you ready to enjoy yourself, my darling?" Herb said, sliding his
arm around her waist and sweeping her over to one of the couches to sit
down beside him.
What was all this darling stuff? she asked herself. There was
something about his mannerisms that caused her to distrust him. Docilely,
she allowed herself to be seated close next to him and his arm encircled
her shoulders. Everyone was laughing and talking, drinking and munching
hors d'oeuvres. Cleophas was talking to an attentive Diane Layne again,
the black man running his fingertips along the girls waist while she
lightly rubbed her breast against his side. Ron Wolter was talking to
Allison Cooper, and Sue Midori was talking to Sam Wilson, Vic Torres, and
Morey Moore, the balding operative from public relations and advertising.
There was another couple of men whom Cherie had never seen before, one old
and white-haired who looked to be near seventy, and another man who was
grossly fat over three hundred pounds, Cherie judged with a totally bald,
round head and a huge cigar sticking out of his face.
Cherie sipped her champagne quietly while Herb, his hand draped over
her shoulder, gently fingered her breast. She didn't like his doing that
in front of everyone, but it seemed that no one was really paying
attention to them. All eyes glanced toward the TV screen when the movie
started. It showed an actor whom Cherie had never seen before knocking on
the door of a nice home and being answered by a stunning, big-breasted
blonde in a short skirt, also an actress unknown to Cherie. From the way
the two of them delivered their lines, Cherie could see why they were not
well-known actors and that the film itself was a low-budget production.
It was then that she saw that this was a pornographic film something she
had never seen before when the couple casually disrobed and the girl went
straight to the young man's semi-stiffened prick. As the actress's
heavily-lipsticked lips surrounded her partner's cock, Cherie noticed
movement around her as the occupants of the room caught the mood of the
gathering. Diane moved over to Cleophas, the hurt look she had been
wearing suddenly giving place to renewed affection. As Herb's meaty hand
slid down from Cherie's shoulder to cover her ripe breast, she glanced
over in Ron Wolter's direction and saw Sue Midori move over and slip her
arm around the waist of the man she loved. Ron's eyes met Cherie's, full
of regret and longing, as the Japanese girl pressed her breasts full
against his side, and Cherie blushed shamefully when she felt Herb's hand
slide under her skirt.
Herb's fingers insinuated themselves immediately into the crotch band
of her panties and slipped into the the deep vulval cleft, already wet
with growing arousal. Cherie found that her responses were out of her
control. She let her head fall back and her eyes half-closed as she
watched the activities develop in the room. She knew everyone in the room
could see Herb's hand moving beneath her skirt, yet she could not help
parting her legs further to give him better access, and two of his fingers
slid squishily into her pussy up to the palm. Ron was kissing Sue while
her hands were actively buried in his pants and Cleophas sat down while
Diane kneeled before him and drew out his awesome cock; as her mouth
plunged down over the ebony shaft, Cherie moaned in empathy.
"Oh, Herb," Cherie moaned, churning her hips. "Please, not here in
front of everyone."
The boss's breath whispered hotly in her ear. "This is the party of
the week, Cherie. Everyone has to participate. It's required."
Herb made her lift her hips while he removed her panties and pushed
her skirt up. She felt terribly exposed, but she noticed that everyone
else was nearly naked, even the fat man and the bald man. Even Allison
Cooper was involved with red-haired Sam Wilson. Vic Torres, smiling
warmly, sat down on Cherie's left and began unbuttoning her blouse. He
and Herb worked carefully to get her clothes completely off, leaving her
totally exposed in the room where all activities were rapidly turning into
an orgy. Cleophas was grunting in a way that Cherie knew well, and Ron
Wolter had Sue naked on another couch, fucking the oriental girl slowly
while he watched the public seduction by Herb and Vic of the girl he
loved.
"Ready, Vic?" Cherie heard Herb ask.
Vic stood up and shed his clothes, stroking his great, brown penis
and then lying down on the thick carpet. Ron Wolter could see the bottoms
of Vic's feet as Herb manoeuvred the girl over to straddle the other man's
hips. She sank down, reluctantly protesting, and Ron could see her full
buttocks part as she descended, pushed down by the boss's authoritative
hands. Between her plump, full parted cheeks her tender, pink anus was
innocently exposed above the red-lipped gash of her wet pussy-lips that
now parted as her legs did to make room for Vic's hips between them....
As Sue Midori moved to the thrusting of his cock, Ron watched
spellbound as Vic Torres grasped his angry, brown penis by the base,
pointing it up toward Cherie's defenseless, hair-rimmed slit. As a tear
squeezed out between her tightly closed eyelids, Herb placed a hand in the
small of her back and bore down heavily, pushing the tender vagina
downward onto the impaling cock. The girl suppressed a sob as the broad
head of the dark-skinned penis popped through the tight cuntal rim and
sliced into her wet love-channel. Deep up inside her it drove, spreading
her delicate, abused vaginal walls, and Herb, his hands grasping her waist
firmly, guided her hips up and down, up and down, until she fell in with a
rhythm of her own.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, plunging her pussy up and down on the rock-
hard shaft. "I...I can't help myself." She began to move gracefully,
uttering tiny grunts of pleasured effort. Ron watched her move, her great
tits jiggling, the tight, pink nipples describing small circles, the wide-
split, bouncing white globes of her ass jogging the pink donut of her anus
tantalizingly up and down above Vic's swollen balls.
Ron moved as if in a trance, as he drew his cock from Sue Midori's
cunt and walked over to kneel between Vic's knees. His fingers directed
the dripping head of his cock at the snug, unused vermilion anal orifice
and pushed ahead, his arms encircling Cherie and his cheek pressing
against hers.
"Cherie, you sexy bitch," Ron gasped, feeling her rectum yield to his
probing penis. "At least I'm the first one in here."
She turned, feeling her backside stretching, and kissed him. "Oh my
darling. Give it to me." She found that the new form of penetration
pleased her wonderfully well as her love's prick drubbed into her, right
next to Vic's, separated only by her soft, thin inner walls.
It went on, driving her to the pinnacles of ecstasy, the loins of the
two men slapping against both her bottom and belly, the liquid, slurping
sounds of their two cocks blending with her sighs, and with those of
Allison Cooper across the room, who was engaged with one of the men, and
Sue Midori wildly fucking with Sam Wilson.
The young girl's eyes rose to the TV screen and she groaned with
embarrassment as she saw the scene the screen had changed to. It was
herself, kneeling and writhing in slavelike abandon while Diablo fucked
her from behind with his irresistible cock. They had video-taped the
entire thing, from behind that big mirror in Vanessa's room! She glanced
over at Diane, who, naked, was kneeling over Cleophas' lap, a smirk on her
face as she watched the video recording of Cherie's degradation. The
older girl was so intent on watching Cherie brought to the level of the
animals that she did not notice the approach of Vanessa leading Diablo to
her own bare and uplifted bottom. She was jolted from her complacency
when the dog mounted her and Vanessa quickly stuffed the tip of the canine
penis into her open cunt.
Diane howled with anguish as Diablo's cock filled her and began the
instinctive stroking that would culminate in the dog's spilling his sperm
into her. She had sneered at the way Cherie had been brought so low
through Herb's machinations and the ultimate degradation of being mounted
by the dog and photographed for all to see, and now she was undergoing to
same experience. Cleophas sat, frozen and amazed at the sight of Diane,
who was now gripping his cock spasmodically as she closed her eyes tightly
and reluctantly fell in with the dog's fucking, pumping her hips back
against the drubbing cock that was filling her belly with a raging heat.
Vanessa, her job done exactly according to Herb's instructions,
turned to the Englishman, Cecil Parker, and began pulling his clothes off.
He was more than happy to go along with the beautiful woman's desires and
within a minute was lying atop her, on the floor, boffing her for all he
was worth.
Cherie had lost all interest in anything going on in the room as
Vic's and Ron's pricks reamed her twin holes, stoking the fires in her
loins which she was totally unable to control. Vic's cock, shuttling back
and forth in her silken, wet vagina, hammered on the dimple of her cervix
and, backing out, stroked across the oh-so-sensitive spot just inside the
portal of her femininity, and separated from that, by the thin width of
her perineum, Ron's penis scrubbed the most pleasureful places in her
rectum. Their masculine grunts of joy blended wildly with her feminine
ones and already their cocks, moving in concert were swelling prior to
spewing out their liquid reward. Two exploding cocks throbbed against
each other inside her, pumping out their scalding loads of cum while
Cherie gasped her climax in tiny little sounds with each of the men's
savage, synchronized thrusts. Their sperm filled her, every fold and
corner of her spasming channels, reproductive and excretory.
Ron, exhausted, fell away from her, but before she could collapse
herself, Cleophas' strong hands hooked under her arms and moved her to the
couch. Her arms and legs folded around him as his monstrous penis filled
her needing vagina and the familiar thrusting filled her being.
"Oh, Cleophas!" Cherie cried, kissing him wetly and pushing her pussy
upward to take every inch of black dick into her. His great balls slapped
rhythmically against her tingling, just-fucked asshole and her head turned
to the side, her eyes locking with those of a temporarily sated Ron
Wolter. They exchanged looks of love and longing even while Cleophas
penetrated her loving cunt deeper than ever before. Her big, round tits
pushed up against his chest and her hips undulated expertly, taking his
full, ten-inch length into the wet, warm depths of her silken cunt. The
huge black man grunted wildly with his jackhammer thrusts while the
peachy-cheeked young white girl whimpered in masochistic ecstasy, her feet
lifted high in the air, her thighs spread wide on either side of his
sleek, heavily-humping buttocks.
Ron raised his head and looked away from the wildly-fucking
interracial pair and glanced over at Diane Layne. Diablo was boffing her
wildly from behind, his tongue hanging out while his eyes strayed to
Cleophas and Cherie, no doubt remembering the golden-haired, pink-bodied
female Cleophas was now enjoying. The dog's red penis flashed quickly in
and out between Diane's fat labia as the girl squealed with abandon.
Everywhere, there was fucking going on. Allison Cooper, before always
prim and proper was lying on her back with a man between her legs while
another man kneeled beside her head, his cock locked between her full, red
lips. The place had turned into a wild orgy and Ron felt his own prick
hardening for further action.
Cleophas growled and shuddered, unleashing his cum into Cherie's
vanquished vagina. The creamy white seed overflowed her loving pussy, ran
down her anal cleft and puddled on the couch beneath her ripe asscheeks.
Cleophas groaned and rolled away, his massive, meaty shaft coming free of
her cuntal grip with a wet pop. Ron wanted her now, face to face, wanted
to feel her sperm-soaked cunt caress his cock as it had that of Cleophas.
Sleepy-eyed, Cherie rolled over on her stomach and pushed herself up.
She was exhausted, yet she felt two hard hands grip her from behind
and a horny cock filled her aching pussy. She moaned at the invasion and
began moving with the rhythm of this new penis. It must be Ron, she
thought. He would finally be with her, she thought, turning her head and
straining her neck for a kiss. The rough lips that kissed hers were those
of the septuagenarian old man with the white hair she had seen standing
by.
"What's it like, Sam?" Herb asked the old man.
The old man panted as he charged his knurly cock again and again into
her wet, red-rimmed vagina. "The tightest, the best ever," the old man
said between gasps. "I owe you one for this, Herb."
"You'll get a copy of the party video," Herb commented.
Cherie caught a glimpse of Sam Wilson's dentures as he grimaced,
trembled, and shot his great load of sperm into her cum-soaked cunt. She
sighed and collapsed on her face, smiling wistfully at Ron, reaching out
her hand toward the one she loved. Ron extended his hand toward her,
making to rise and go to her, but their fingers barely touched before the
fat man, Harvey Belcher, rolled her onto her back and buried her beneath
his obese bulk. Ron saw him shifting his body, searching for the opening
to her pleasure channel with his thick, stubby prick, and the expressions
on the faces of them both when he finally found it. Cherie's face had
held a look of revulsion when the fat man covered her body with his and he
drove deep into her, but his deep-ramming cock finally made her forget
those sentiments.
Ron sighed, turning his eyes from the obscene sight of the beautiful
teenage girl being fucked silly by the fat man, and catching sight of Sue
Midori, who, now naked, was gliding across the thick carpet towards him.
She came down to him and, straddling his hips, fitted the rim of her pussy
over the head of his cock, beginning to ride up and down.
Cherie heard the obese bulk on top of her groaning, flooding her cunt
and she cried out in disappointment. She had been ready to come again!
And he had left her halfway there. She pushed her hips sensuously against
his flab, tried to bring back her rapidly-receding orgasm, but the man he
passed out with excitement when he had drained his balls into her pussy.
Panting, she lay pinned beneath his weight, unable to move him from her
moist flesh, until something else rolled the big man away.
It was Tony, dressed only in his briefs, and handsome young man with
a kind but lustful smile. Beside him was another man who looked as if he
were an identical twin.
"Meet Mario, my brother," Tony said. "He's older than me by ten
minutes."
Mario and Tony simultaneously slipped off their shorts and the latter
used his to mop up the slimy, white goo that oozed from her raw, pink-
lipped slit. She squirmed and moaned at the touch, and Tony and Mario
picked her up and set her once again on the floor, lying down on either
side of her, lightly stroking her sensitized body, sucking her big tits
both at the same time while their fingers gently prodded and poked into
her vagina and anus. Mario raised her leg and the tip of his big, swollen
prick found her cunt and slid easily inside while his hands cupped her
breasts from behind. She caught her breath and began pumping her ass back
against him while her eyes locked with Tony's.
"Oh, Tony," she whispered. "Mario's making me feel so good. Feels
so good inside me."
Tony kissed her deeply and pressed against her. "Think there's room
in there for me?"
Cherie felt his swollen knob gliding across her clit, pushing into her
vagina next to his brother's ramming shaft.
"Oh, no, not that way," Cherie groaned softly as she felt the cock's
tip pop inside the tight ring and slide up inside to meet that of the
other young man, two hard knots of male flesh together up inside her
tender cunt, stretching her further than ever before. And then she knew
that she could fuck anyone, any number of men, give pleasure and take it
at the same time, freely. Oh, fuck me, Tony/Mario. Fuck me good and
deep.
"Don't forget," Herb announced. "I want every man in the room to
fuck Cherie before the night is out. Diablo too."
Cherie could only groan in delirious delight sandwiched in between
the two handsome Italians as the party went on towards its debauched
conclusion, with Cherie as the main focus of all the action. Before the
party was over, every male in the house, including Diablo, enjoyed the
delights of Cherie's luscious, fresh young pussy.
* * *
Cherie let herself carefully into the spacious apartment and looked
around. The water was running in the bathroom and a man was humming to
himself happily. Shyly, she walked into the bedroom and after a long
hesitation, began to undress.
She would never get use to this, she told herself. But she had to do
a good job for Herb. She had three people to care for now, and the
responsibility sat heavily on her. She thought back to the orgy that she
had participated in at the mansion in the mountains. She remembered it
vividly, though it had been a year and a half ago. Cherie was nearly
twenty-one now and still dreamed of medical school, but the dream seemed
next to unattainable at the present.
She had gone back to her work and concentrated carefully. Herb
ignored her, but continued signing her pay checks. She had begun seeing
Ron regularly and a romance bloomed. Of course, they had to go to his
home for sex; Cherie's mother never would countenance fornication,
especially under her roof, but she and Ron were extremely happy for over a
month.
Then she had discovered she was pregnant, something she could not
hide from her mother for long. The shame had worsened her mother's
condition and it had been a difficult remaining seven months for her, but
Ron had stuck by her, secretly proud that he had been the one to father
the child. He stayed closely by her until the birth, until he saw the
baby and knew instantly, as she did, that the baby belonged to Cleophas.
The shock had been too much for her mother, and Cherie had had to put her
into psychiatric care, the bills for which were staggering.
Herb had advanced her the money, making her give her promise to repay
him when she had recovered from the birth. She had done that well. Her
body showed not the slightest sign of having gone through pregnancy and
birth. She cared lovingly for the little girl and received frequent
visits from Cleophas, who came once a week or so to see the baby, he said,
but Cherie thought that it was more out of a desire to have wild sex with
the baby's lovely young mother.
Ron, however, had left immediately after the birth, vanished, before
she was even out of the hospital. The word had been that he was working
overseas for the company and Cherie had agonized for months at not hearing
from him. Until just last night.
Cherie, now beautifully and voluptuously naked, slipped into the cool
sheets of the bed. The man, still humming, came out of the bathroom. He
was naked, paunchy, thin of hair, and about sixty. His massive cock
reared its head immediately he saw her face, but he continued humming as
he got into the bed, uncovered her body and began playing with her nipples
and warm hairy cunt.
Last night, Ron had called her and they had had a long talk. He was
in Europe and would be returning in a few weeks. He had apologised for
leaving her and said he wanted to make it up to her, to resume their
relationship and think of a future. He could accept the baby, Marie Ann,
and they would do their best to make things normal between them. And then
she could concentrate on getting back on the track to medical school.
The humming old man was pushing his fingers carefully in and out of
her moistening pussy and Cherie let her thighs open widely of their own
volition. This was her assignment. Public relations, Herb called it.
More like pubic relations. It was a financial necessity for her. And her
body craved it; she had come to need regular sex and she supposed that
these occasional business-related encounters would have to do. Cleophas
was a fantastic lover, but he did not come to her often enough. Besides,
she resented him, disliked him. He had caused all her problems and he
came and went without a by-your-leave. Ron would soon be back with her
and she would tell Cleophas and that monstrous cock that stretched her
poor tender cunt to the limits to stay away.
Herb had brought a new, young secretary in to his office and was now
living with her, and she was expecting a baby. That's the way he had
wanted it to be with Cherie, he had told her at the end of the week in the
mountains last year, but she had blown her chances when she had had sex
with Cleophas. Cherie did not feel really sad about that. She decided
that living with Herb would not really be to her liking on a personal
level. For making love, yes, but for a one-to-one relationship, she
preferred a younger man, most preferably Ron Wolter. Still, there was the
week at the mansion in the mountains coming up next weekend....
The old hummer mounted her and she lifted her knees while he fumbled
with his cock. She felt it stretch her enormously and sink inside her to
an incredible depth and he stopped humming and began sighing. Cherie felt
her vagina heating and secreting its natural, passionate juices, easing
the way for the man's steadily ramming cock. It felt so good. It always
did. Things would be normal for her soon when Ron came back to her, and
maybe he, on his high salary and shares of the business, would help her
and she wouldn't need to do this job for Herb just to keep her life
together.
Maybe not.
A sheen of sweat broke out over Cherie's perfect skin and she looked
up at the old man's craggy, wrinkled face. His cock was huge and she soon
forgot about the three warts on it; they heightened her pleasure as the
abnormally-shaped knob rammed up and back in her sizzling, tight vagina.
And suddenly, Cherie felt a deep, passionate love for this old man whose
name she could not remember, like the flash of love she felt for all the
scores of men who had fucked her since she had gone back to work for
Herb when they gave her these incredible orgasms. She writhed and
squirmed with passion, thrusting her hips up at him, fucking and being
fucked by this nameless man, her body tingling and screaming for release,
a release she felt coming even as this old man was coming, inside her,
flooding her hot cunt, now. Now. Now! Now!
Cherie arched her back, her legs lifting her skewered loins high off
the mattress, his saggy scrotum and huge balls flopping again and again
between her parted asscheeks. Cherie's voice rose, groaning out her
pleasure as she felt his cum flooding into her in a white, sticky flow,
coming now.
Coming now!
The End
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